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What would happen if gojo has 2 babies? And they both start crying at the same time and poor gojo has to find a solution in this situation đ„Č his younger baby that is only months old starts crying which makes the older sibling that's 2 years older wake up and starts crying đ
little voice â gojo satoru x f!reader
youâre on a girlsâ vacation. itâs okay. itâs cool.
but it isnât.
throughout his entire life of fighting curses, emotional trauma, technique training, and unending migraines, he has never felt so much stress like he does right now.
his two kids are truly angels: full of kindness, compassion andâas expected of a child of gojo satoruâfull of mischief.
they also share the same amount of love he has for you and, of course, even more. so separate two kids who adore their mother and you get chaos.
satoru just found out that the one who keeps the balance in the house is you, and thinking back about it, it shouldâve been obvious because everyone in this house listens to you.
for example, one time when you were out on a simple visit to nanami to take some of the sweet bread he has, you had strictly told satoru to put the two kids to sleep at 8:30 exactly.
he thought itâs too early, but then you explained to him that s/n sleeping gave him time and freedom to look after your baby daughter who was, admittedly, a handful that would not sleep unless she was carried.
so satoru obediently listened, or at least he tried to.
a shameful failed trial at that.
in his defense, what was he supposed to do when s/n gave him puppy eyes asked for a mere 10 minutes more, say no? of course not!
so, like the great father he is, he gave him a couple more minutes, and nothing will make satoru regret his decision since to him his sonâs smile is worth the world.
âŠexcept maybe the chandelier that is now on the floor and his precious baby daughter who just took one the biggest poops he has known of and his son who is panicking about how to clean this mess before you come home.
and come home you did and to all this mess.
swiftly, you picked up your daughter and changed her diaper, even making her giggle and squeal in between.
then you hugged your son and cleaned up the shattered glass together and disposed of the chandelier. lastly, you stood in front of your husband with a big frown after youâve put the kids to sleep.
satoru could swear that he couldnât fall more in love with you. hell, he could even twirl you around and kiss you breathless, but he feels like that would just lead him to the couch.
so he works to butter you up first before trying anything, âhey my sweet cute honeypieââ
you simply quirk an eyebrow.
and he falls to his knees, âI am sorry! I just couldnât resist his puppy eyes! you shouldâve seen them; he looked so cute!â
âI saw them a million times before he was even born, âtoru.â
your husband gasps, âhow!?â
âour son is an exact copy of you, sweetie.â
so yeah that was one of too many times, and if it isnât apparent that you are the mediator then satoru wants to let the world know that even his students listen to you.
like that one time at school when the first years were caught up fighting with each other, the second years were trying to pull them apart, and satoru was too busy cackling at them while holding d/n that no one noticed pandaâs little tail beingâgod knows whyâon fire, not even panda himself.
that was until your precious son tugged at your husbandâs shirt and pointed at panda, saying a simple sentence (phrase), âpapa, panda fire.â
satoruâs eyes zero on panda then they widen, before he gapes, âoh shit, youâre right!â
âbad word!â
âsorry!â
however, despite satoru almost bolting to put out the fire, panda was finally able to smell it and hummed, âsomethingâs being cooked.â then he looked at his tail, âoh itâs me.â
hit the panic button.
âI am being cooked!â he screams and starts running around, âpanda meat doesnât taste good; I promise!â
the rest start running after him with the intention to help, but panda could only translate it into one thing as he screamed, âdonât eat me!!â
âno one is gonna eat you, dumbass!!â maki yelled but to no avail as no one could get to the panicked panda.
your husband is running as well, half taking photos and videos and half ensuring that d/n does not fall from his handsâconsidering how she keeps giggling, squealing, and wriggling her entire body.
ijichi took matters into his own hands and called the only person he knows will be able to solve this.
âhello?â
âpanda is on fire, the kids are running after him, and gojo is just recording!â he wails, eyes frantically following said people then straying to a particularly small person, âalso s/n is trying to eat the grass.â
âwhat?!â
and like lightning, youâre on the field. you lightly scold s/n and tell him to cover his ears.
you turn to the walking fire hazard and scream, âeveryone stop! and panda get over here!â
âyes maâam!â
he stands still in front of you, almost ignoring his âfieryâ tail. you effectively put it out and ruffle his fur until he calms down. the others take turns in greeting you and getting their daily dose of motherly hugs.
your son sprints to you and holds onto your leg, refusing to let go.
and they all make way for the star of the show: the all-mighty gojo satoru.
he beams, âwifey, yet again you save the day!â
he easily picks up s/n and pulls the four of you into one big hug. he rubs his cheek against yours, âhave I told you how much I love you?â
âI was gone for 3 minutes.â
âI havenât?!â he gasps, completely ignoring you, âI am a terrible husband!â
he sobs and starts slowly melting to the ground where he believes a âdisrespectful, good-for-nothing husband who doesnât tell his wife just how much he loves herâ.
anyway, back to the present. the kids have been miraculously put to sleepâa process that satoru does not have the time nor the energy to describe.
when he stops âreminiscing â, he starts paling at the fact that all of these were mere examples of things going wrong without you, and you were in the freaking area.
now, youâre not 10 steps away, and satoru is feeling very threatened.
he is sprawled out on the couch, eye bags ever so prominent. he sighs and lets his head fall back, grateful for the silence that fills the house, but he hates it at the same time.
satoru was never fond of silenceâthe type that feels so heavy on the heartâeven when he was a teenager. it gives space and time to think about all the things he is desperate to avoid.
he did eventually come to love silence but only the silence that accompanies the times he spends with you, but thatâs a story for another time though.
opening his eyes, he looks around and his gaze lands on your recent family photo. his smile is almost instantaneous.
if thereâs anything he will rub in suguruâs face when they meet is that he managed to score himself such a lovely wife and an adoring family, a real family. he mentally writes a plus one on the score chart between him and suguru then relaxes.
he would like to scurry to the bed where your scent still lingers, but his fatigue has simply chained him to the couchâhe is overreacting youâre only gone for three days.
so, he decides, itâs time to rest and hope for a dream where he gets to hold you and live with his longing until he can feel your lips against his skin again.
the great gojo satoru closes his eyes and welcomes his slumber.
that is until, his little sweetheart decides to breakout into a wail, effectively causing her dadâs eyes to snap open.
he jumps to his feet and sprints to her room, âd/n, whatâs wrong, honey?â
he softly cradles her in hisâgiganticâarms and starts rocking her slowly. âitâs okay; papaâs here,â he murmurs in hopes of calming down, but his daughter doesnât register his voice yet.
she can, however, feel his all too familiar chest against her cheek, so she grips at it tightly and continues crying.
satoruâs expression is full of distress, and his heart contracts painfully at how his daughterâs cries. then itâs almost like the entire world is against him right now because he also starts to hear small little sniffles from the door of the room.
your husband looks back to find his son dragging his teddy bear with him in one hand and in another, trying to wipe his tears as much as possible.
your husband quickly shifts d/n into one arm and leads s/n into him with the other. your son nuzzles into his dadâs chest and murmurs, âI want mama.â
almost like she understands the mention of you, she calms down a tiny bit and her hands start reaching for the airâreaching for you.
satoru slides down to the ground and pulls them both into his chest, and he starts rubbing s/nâs shoulder and kisses the top of his head and sighs, âme too, s/n, but, hey, we are strong and capable, so we have to hold on until she comes home, right?â
a little sniffle escapes s/n as he nods before saying a soft, âyeah.â
satoru smiles and ruffles his hair, âthatâs my champ.â
s/n lets out a little smile and snuggles into his dadâs embrace.
so satoru shifts his attention to the sniffling baby in his arm, he frowns, ânow what are we going to do with you, little missy?â
your son purses his lips for a moment, before placing the teddy bear in his hands into his little sisterâs tiny arms. curiosity takes over for a moment, and she starts exploring the new item.
then s/n presses on the teddy bearâs chest and it plays a little voice message from you:
âhey sweetie! mama loves you, so donât worry about those nightmares! I am always here.â
your daughterâs eyes shine and she hugs the teddy as much as possible and utters a small, âma!â
satoru blinks owlishly then looks at s/n with smile, âso you had that all along?â
s/n nods slowly and holds into his father tighter, obviously getting tired and getting ready to sleep. satoru would love to say the same about his other angel butâoh she fell asleep.
looks like all it took was a little listen to your voice.
he will probably make you record a thousand voice messages when you come back and make you get him his own special build-a-bear as well cause what the hell? what about your husband?
he shakes the thought away, realizing that he can finally fall asleep, albeit on the floor.
with no blanket.
no pillow.
not even his favorite cushion.
but he wasnât raised to be ungrateful, so he will take what he can get. he will simply make up for lost sleep when youâre back. it will feel better that way in any case.
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Thinking about an younger reader calling Dark!Dilf Rafe old and thatâs he needs some viagra đLOL
Imagining his reaction đ€Ź
Softcore
Dark!DadâsBestFriend/DILF!Rafe x f!Reader
Warnings: noncon (rape), ignoring safe words, smut, large age gap (20-30 years), spanking, choking, unprotected sex, unwanted creampie, breeding kink, degradation, secret relationship, manipulation, daddy kink, Rafe uses âkidâ to refer to reader a couple times, Rafe wants to get reader pregnant against her will
A/N: In my mind Rafe is in his late 40s/early 50s in this and Reader is 19/early-mid 20s
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âYâknow, maybe I didnât hear you correctly kid, would you mind repeating yourself?â
You could tell by the edge in his voice that you had succeeded in getting a reaction out of him, but the way his blue eyes darkened as he glared at you led you to swallow down your cockiness.
Your boyfriendâs tall frame crowded your vision as he approached the bed you were lounging on as he removed his boxers.
Glancing away didnât help, as the older manâs large hand came to your chin, redirecting your attention back up to him as he towered above you. Still you found your eyes fixed on the spots where his dark blond hair had begun turning silver.
âWhat did you just say to me, Y/N?â He spoke slowly, as if you were child who was acting up.
Despite knowing that this was his way of giving you a chance to retract what you had just said, you huffed in annoyance, rolling your eyes at the man who was older than your own father, before repeating yourself with a small laugh, âI said, Iâm getting you viagra for your birthday since youâre getting so old.â
Rafeâs jaw tightened in frustration, eyebrows furrowing together before suddenly moving the hand on your cheek to your throat, applying a light pressure that had your eyes widening in surprise.
âYou think this is fucking funny?â Rafe growled before pinning you to the bed you were sitting on by your throat.
The back of your head hit the soft mattress, the force at which Rafe had grabbed you made your pink lingerie slip ride up, exposing your matching panties underneath and some of the soft skin of your tummy. He licked his lips as he watched your nipples harden beneath the thin material.
âRafe-â you eeked in surprise, your hand reaching up to grab the one at your throat.
âStill think this is a joke?â
It took almost no effort for him to grab you again, climbing onto the bed as he manhandled you into laying across his lap face down.
âRafe! Stop it! Iâm sorry, okay?!â Your desperate pleas for him to release you went unfulfilled, and as you thrashed on his lap, trying to break free, you already knew what was coming next in return for your careless joke, and you couldnât tell if the pit in your stomach came from excitement or fear.
âNah, I donât think I am gonna stop,â goosebumps erupted across your skin when you felt him pull the material of your slip up your back, exposing your round ass to him.
You shivered when he placed his hand flat on your ass, rubbing your skin and lightly groping the fat of your butt.
The blond drew his hand back and your tensed in anticipation before he spanked you hard. The extra sting from his rings made you whine and you bit your lip to keep from crying out.
âWhat do you say?â His expectant voice reminded you of your rules.
â⊠thank you, daddy,â you reluctantly forced through gritted teeth.
This second strike was harder this time, on the same place he had hit you last and you cried out louder this time.
âMm- thank you, daddy. Iâm sorry,â you added at the end, stupidly hoping that niceties could get your through this punishment faster.
He spanked you again, this time smacking the untouched cheek, and you moaned at the sharp pain.
âYâreally think sucking up to me now is gonna help you out, sweetheart?â He said mockingly, as if he was reading your mind.
You were slower to answer him, his words taking longer to register as your body tried to numb the pain.
âN-no. And thank you, daddy.â You didnât want to forget to thank him again, he only ever gave you one warning.
Rafe was clearly enjoying toying with you, you could feel his stiff cock poking against your thigh, further proof no viagra was needed.
After 4 more spanks, your eyes were leaking tears, lip wobbling as you mumbled out appreciations each time he struck your now bright red ass.
âRafe! Please, I said Iâm sorry, okay?! It was-â you hiccuped through tears, âit was just a stupid joke.â
You swore you felt his dick throb against you at the sound of your pleading voice.
He ignored you, however, instead striking your ass three times quickly and rough enough that you almost screamed from the pain and shock.
âRed light! Rafe please,â you sobbed out the safe word that you and Rafe always used, but the sound of him chuckling darkly in response made your blood run cold.
Pain bloomed across your already sore ass again and you whimpered. You were crying heavily now, and you brought your own hand to your mouth to muffle your weeping when he spanked you again.
âHave you learned your fucking lesson?â His stern voice came from above and you nodded immediately.
âYes daddy, please! Iâm so sorry.â You cried desperately.
You winced when you sensed his hand nearing you again, but this time, his thumb slipped between your legs and traced over your barely clothed slit.
You squirmed in his lap as his lazily thumbed your clit over your panties, whining when he applied pressure.
âYouâre so fucking pathetic, you know that, kid? Pretty sick of you to be so goddamn drenched for an âold manâ like me.â Rafe mocked you, and to your embarrassment, you could feel yourself growing wetter when he slid your panties to the side and slowly pushed his thick middle finger into your slick cunt.
A whimper escaped your lips when he curled his finger inside you, and your hips twitched as you tried to make more friction between the two of you.
âShut up,â you moaned before he finally started thrusting the digit into you.
âPlease, we both know you get off on the fact that your father has no clue his little princess is sleeping with his best friend.â You didnât have to see him to know the triumphant, jeering smirk he had playing across his lips.
You also didnât deny what he said, because you couldnât. No matter how completely fucked up it was, you did find sneaking behind your parentsâ back to see an older man to be thrilling in the sickest way possible.
Not to mention how hard you had came on the several occasions the two of you had gotten close to being discovered (every time, his hand had slapped over your mouth to stifle your moans, but he didnât stop fucking you until he emptied himself into the condom, no matter how high the risk of being caught).
Part of you suspected he was so careless at times because he wanted the two of you to get caught, a thought that was so unbelievable at first that you completely dismissed it, but when two times became three, and then three times became an almost weekly occurrence, you found it hard to deny that he seemed to enjoy putting you in situations where you could be discovered.
You felt him pull his finger out of you before grabbing your waist and flipping you onto your back onto the bed, and you protested as he climbed over you, caging you beneath him with his big, veiny arms.
âHow mad do ya think heâd be if I put a baby in you, huh, Y/N?â Your eyes widened as he looked down at you hungrily.
âRafe-â you said warily, trying to sit up and get out from under him, but the older man easily grabbed your shoulder and pushed you back on the bed.
âI bet heâd kick you out of the house if you got knocked up.â Despite your kicking, his strong hands grabbed the straps of your panties, ripping them past your legs and tossing them behind him.
âBut imagine how disappointed with you heâd be if he knew you let me do it,â Rafe chuckled, and more tears formed at your waterline as his words sunk in.
âStop it, Rafe. Iâm serious, this isnât funny, itâs sick,â you couldnât stop your voice from wavering as you looked up at him.
When one of his hands locked tight around your wrist, you whimpered, struggling against him to free yourself.
You froze when you felt the head of his thick cock rubbing against your slit, and Rafeâs grip on your wrist tightened as he started to push his tip inside of you.
âStop fucking moving around, Y/N,â his gruff voice commanded.
Resisting did nothing to help you, and you were almost disgusted by how wet you felt as he forced himself deeper.
Taking all of Rafeâs cock was never a painless process for you, he was so thick it always felt like he was splitting you in half, even more-so now.
Tears spilled down your cheeks as he stretched you out slowly. Rafe groaned when his dick nudged your cervix, dropping his head to your neck and trailing sloppy kisses along the tender skin.
You moaned loudly, tensing at first when his lips found your throat, making the older man curse under his breath when you tightened around him.
âShit, kid. You feel fucking amazing.â His breath tickled at your neck and you squirmed beneath him as you tried to adjust to the pressure between your legs.
Rafeâs free hand came to your throat, squeezing tight as he tilted his hips back and then slammed into you.
You whined, closing your eyes in surprise, pain outweighing the pleasure at first. His fingers twitched around your throat as he felt your walls grow slicker and he was able to fuck you faster.
Delirious waves of ecstasy clouded your mind, his thick cock stretched you out in a way that made your head spin.
Rafeâs grip on your throat tightened and you reached for his wrist, hoping that his hold on you would relent, but the older man just took it as a sign to rut into you harder.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, losing yourself in the rhythm of his pace, greedily grinding your hips to bring yourself closer to the edge.
When his free hand crept between your legs and his thumb began rubbing circles over your clit, you whined, opening your legs for him more so he could fuck you deeper and massage your clit easier.
âDaddy- Iâm- fuck-â you mindlessly babbled between moans, already feeling your mind go blank with each snap of his hips.
âYeah?â He groaned when he felt you pulse around him. âGonna cum on this dick like daddyâs good girl?â
Alarm bells should have been sounding in your head, but in the moment, you cared too much about chasing pleasure rather than facing consequences to resist.
So you obeyed him.
You whimpered as you came undone, the wave of pleasure washing over you again and again as the blond pushed his cock into you relentlessly. Your body sagged against the bed, head lolling back as you rode out your orgasm.
Rafe could feel your walls pulsing and constricting around him, squeezing his cock so tight it almost hurt him.
He bit back a curse before reaching one of his strong arms behind your back, staying inside you the entire time as he pulled you up off the bed and onto his lap. Your legs fell to the side of his as he rutted into you from below.
The new position had your quaking thighs squeezing against him, and you wrapped an arm over his shoulder and around his back in an attempt to steady yourself. The change of angle made your head spin and you whimpered in pain as he split you open with his dick.
Rafeâs lips hungrily captured yours and your stomach flipped when he forced his tongue into your mouth, holding your head in place to kiss you deeper as he fucked you up and down on his cock.
When he broke the kiss, you both gasped for air, and you felt his grip on your waist tighten, âFuck, kid. Howâd I get so lucky?â
You couldnât answer him, so lost in matching the movement of his hips that you couldnât think about anything else.
His lips found your neck, nipping and kissing the tender skin to pull more moans from you.
âSo perfect, sweetheart. Mâ gonna fill you up,â he whispered into your throat between kisses.
At his words, you remembered why you had resisted in the first place, eyes widening as you squirmed in his lap. Rafeâs pace only increased as he locked his arm around your waist, pressing you against his bare chest and stopping you from pulling away as he pounded into you.
âRafe- red light-!â you were cut off when his big hand covered your mouth, and you helplessly squealed against him.
âShut the fuck up and take it, kid,â he snapped and you felt yourself unconsciously clench around him.
The older man drilled into you, stretching you out with each punishing thrust.
âFuck- fuck!â He groaned, squeezing you against his chest as his hips stuttered and he came undone inside you.
You whined as you felt his hot seed flood your walls. Trying to get off of him proved fruitless when he held you in place and forced you to milk his cock of every drop.
The sticky feeling of his cum dripping down his cock deep inside of you was inescapable and you shuddered when he lightly bucked his hips to thrust himself up inside you again.
âStill think I need viagra, you fucking brat?â
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What about Y/N and reader having a little baby girl. Sukuna was disappointed at first because he wanted another boy. But she becomes so attached to her papa since she was a baby. Like she sees cuts on his hands (she doesnât realize he can use RCT yet) and tries to treat his wounds đ„șđ«¶đœ
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I though tumblr ate your ask when I scrolled 5 times and could find it and I panicked so hard đ So cute đ„ș Im pretty sure weâre going with Anya, but I suck at catching her personality so Iâm just going to go with general daughter reactions for this đ„čđ€đ€
(Note: I tried, but I feel like Iâm always lacking in the daughter area. Maybe I need to borrow my niece ;-; also, its a little shortâŠ) finally back into it tho đ
Your room fell silent, the cries filling the air were almost piercing. You felt like you knew this was bound to happen. Yuji was a miracle, but your second child was born a girl. You knew Sukuna had only ever cared about having heirs, so in the silence you were on edge of what he would say or do.
It was strange watching him in that moment, she was crying in his arms, he was staring at her with that black expression that always appeared like a frown. He shouldnât have been so openly disappointed, he knew from the start when your stomach started to swell and he hadnât noticed until he touched your round belly. The child in your stomach had not an ounce of cursed energy to leave a presence, much less for him to be able to tell what it could be. Yet he held out hope for a boy, even if the lack of his presence was due to a heavenly restriction, he could work with that. But no, the little pink haired girl crying and screaming in his arms was enough to leave him perplexed. He shook his head, handing her over to you, you watched him while you began to breastfeed your daughter.
âSukuna..â your voice was a whisper followed by a cringe of feeling like your insides were coming out. You wanted to comfort your husband but you didnât feel right. âSukuna,â your lower stomach kicked in painful cramps, and everything moved in a rush. Sukuna was pushed out of the room and heard the panic of your caretakers clearly.
â- â- â- â- â-
The day had passed and he sat outside your room, they had persisted he did not pass. So he sat out there waiting until the early hours of sunrise when they brought out his daughter. He took her in his hands, you couldnât see it past her pink hair and eyes, but to Sukuna she had your face. She was small and round but to him, she looked so similar he was in disbelief you had won over that part of his genes.
He sat there all day, holding her to his chest, while his head leaned back against the wall. His eyes were closed but he couldnât sleep, he couldnât rest, he could tell you were alive, but it felt like you were just barely there. He looked down in his arms, the little bundle of clothes moving around slightly as your daughter moved, crying out. He wanted to hand it off to a servant as his hand came up to uncover her face more to look at her, that was until her hand slipped out taking a tight hold of finger. She stopped crying for a moment just sniffling, her little nails falling digging into his skin. âCome, stop your crying.â His free arm came to lightly run over his little wrinkly cheeks, âmy child.â He was looking at her with such a soft look, the servants found it endearing. It was then he decided he would take care of her as he did Yuji, his child, his pride.
â- â- â- â- â-
Years passed, and you were outside with Yuji. Watching Anyaâs big eyes growing in size as an emperor butterfly slowly fluttered around the garden. It had been a month since Sukuna had left on one of his little excursions, you were curious why his supposed two week trip became a month long trip. But you had your 13 year old Yuji who was laying in your lap passed out from his own Ventures of the day and your 3 year old girl keeping you busy, you didnât feel as lonely as when it was just yourself. âMama!â Your hand kept running though Yujiâs hair, âYes sweetheart?â Your little girl came running up to you, âPapa!â You could see the stars in her eyes as she pointed behind her, past the garden. You looked seeing the all too familiar and burly silhouette in the distance. You faked a gasp, âIt is papa! Heâs almost home. Do you wanna go get him the sweets you made?â She perked up more, âYeah!â You watched as she ran off inside the house singing a song as her steps padded on the ground. Yuji slowly sat up, eyes squinty as he looked around âDad?â You laughed while rubbing his head, âYes.â
You started to get up, Yuji rushing up and offering to help you as you struggled to get up, âmy leg is tired from being in one place too long.â You laughed and Yuji grinned, âSorryâ was tired.â
You simply rubbed his head, âItâs fine, go get your sister, sheâs been away for a while already.â
Yuji ran off to find his sister while you tried to ignore the feeling in your legs. You moved closer to the edge of the garden Sukuna was approaching in fresh blood, the closer he became the more you noticed the minor scrapes and cuts on his body. You rolled your eyes with a smile, he shrugged off the top of his robes once he had realised your eyes were trained on his body. It would be a lie to say you didnât find him attractive in this form of glory, but for the sake of your kids you wouldnât touch his chest and give him that look. It was when he stood in front of you that your dominant hand pulled your handkerchief from your obi, your free hand cradling his face before cleaning his face of the foreign contaminant.
âI see my husband is home, sturdy, well and revelling in his victories.â You hummed as you finished cleaning his face, pulling him towards you gently so you could kiss him. As you pulled away from what was going to be a soft kiss he pulled you back in to catch your lips longer, âMhm.â Was all
He hummed against your lips, aside from the hand on your head, two of his free hands came to your waist to pull you closer. Placing your hands on his chest you pushed yourself back a little to stare up at him, âYour little girl has been asking and crying for you to come back. She even made you a little treat everyday for when you arrived.â He hummed, eyeing you, your hands moving to rest on his biceps, âThey should be here. I sent her in to retrieve what she worked so hard on.â Your head turned exposing your neck to him, his last free hand coming up to run his nails over the tender flesh, âIâm sure sheâll be back soon enough, as for now Iâm craving the feeling of something else.â His hand angled your head away, teeth and lips running over the plush pulse point on your neck, until he huffed at your resistance, âhow impervious.â He pulled away, hands sliding from your waist as he looked away visibly upset. You couldnât fight the smile, âWe should go, it might be a waste waiting longer out here then if we go find them.â
â- â- â- â- â-
Thatâs how you ended up in this situation. Yuji was sitting by his dad with a big smile listening to the story of how he single-handedly levelled another city. Anya was sitting on his lap bouncing along as his body shook when heâd let out a louder laugh or was jostled around with his movements. That was until she noticed the smallest cut on his stomach and let out a loud gasp making all of you turn to look at her.
âPapa! Youâre hurt!â Sukuna looked down, seeing the small surface wound that left a red line of broken skin over his side stomach. âOh, I suppose I a-PAPA NEEDS BANDAGESâ she was rushing off feet pattering over the floor as Yuji mumbled, âBut.. canât dad use reverse cursed techniqueâŠâ he looked confused as he closed his eyes tilting his head to the side. You looked at your husband who sighed with a faint twitch at his lips and placed a hand on Yujiâs head messing up his already tousled hair. âInteresting, I remember another brat with pink hair who did the exact same thing.â Yuji smiled under the weight of his fathers hand.
Anya came running in with a bowl of water spilling everywhere and other things tucked under her little arm. You watched as Ryomen steadied her after she spilt water onto his lap trying to clean his wounds as she had watched you done when your husband would crave your attention and purposely not heal his own wounds leaving you to tend to him. He cringed as more water spilt onto his lap as she un purposely smacked his stomach with a soaking rag rubbing at the small flesh wound, Yuji tried not to laugh as you laughed quietly behind your hand watching as Sukuna tried to help only for Anya to yell at him âNo! I can do it papa! Youâre hurt!â
The screen was cute as he cringed more at the cold water, relieved when she stopped only to become stressed when she pulled out the roll of wraps. She had seen you use those wraps on Yuji many times when he would become injured or hurt. What she didnât see was how her father was much larger in size, those tiny wraps wouldn't circle his waist even once.
When they couldn't, Anya became frantic, rushing to jump off her father and run to get more bandages. This was until Ryomen caught her mid jump, âLemme go daddy! Need more wraps!â He sat her back on his lap, âNo you donât brat, I'll show you something better.â
Anya looked up at her dad with glossy eyes and a wobbly lip, âPress your hands here.â You watched as he guided her small hands to his stomach over the wrap, âPut all your force behind it.â She forced her eyes closed, pressing both her hands against his stomach with all her little muscle. Using the slightest bit of his reversed cursed technique he pulled her hands away, âSee.â Her eyes opened slowly and the red mark on his stomach was gone. Her eyes lit up as she looked up at him, âI DID IT!â Ryomen couldnât fight back the twitch of his lips that pulled into a smile, âYou did.â Her hands clasped together with starry eyes, her stare locked on Yuji, âI can fix you.â
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can we get stepdaddy toji who shares you with his other older friends bc heâs been bragging abt how tight you are đđ
Tags: stepcest! I didnât know who else to add so thereâs only Shiu (and Toji obv) in here sorryyy :< Toji doesnât really do the fucking idk if thatâs what you wanted sorry again đ
Eeek i luv dis ask so much đ when stepdaddy Toji told his old, wise friend Shiu his little girl was so tight and warm, he was so confused because⊠what? It took him a few months before he asked Toji to introduce him to you.
When he finally did, Shiu couldnât get his hands off of you! He was sloppily fucking you, thrusting his hips back and forth and really getting used to the feeling of this sweet, tight girl !
Toji made him use a condom, because no one could feel his baby doll raw if it wasnât him.
âYouâre doing so good for this man, arenât you, princess? Barely met him today and youâre already squeezing him tightâŠâ Toji teases, his big manly hands cupping your tits from behind.
âDaddy, stop teasingâŠ!â You whine, pouting as tears form in your eyes, a gasp falling from your glossy lips when you feel Shiuâs cock grazing that gummy spot.
âYeah, stop teasing this sweet girl,â Shiu laughs, shifting his hand to rub your poor clit, eliciting gasp after gasp from you.
You reach behind you to hold onto your stepdadâs big arms for balance, your body bouncing with every fuck of Shiuâs hips.
âShit, sweetheart, youâre so tightâŠâ Shiu groans and throws his head back, sweat dripping down his forehead.
âIsnât she?â Tojiâs voice is low and deep next to your ear, his lips pressing kisses on your shoulder and neck as his fingers twist and pull at your sensitive, hardened nipples. You shake your head in embarrassment, whimpering as you place your forearm over your eyes.
âCa-canât, daddy, canât do it!â You cry, knots in your stomach tying themselves.
âAww, poor baby⊠Shiu, youâre being too rough on my sweet girl,â Toji grunts, feeling his cock harden at the sight of your tears and sound of your strained voice.
Shiu, instead of going softer, actually goes rougher. Your boobs bounce at the impact, your walls clenching around Shiuâs dick, your juices painting it.
âWahh, daddy, âs too muchhhh!â Your eyes screw shut, clinging onto your stepdaddy like your life depended on it.
âBaby, cry to Shiu, not me, âm not being mean, right?â Toji shakes his head affectionately. âTold you to be nicer to my baby girl.â
âGâna cum, gâna cum!â You announce in a whine, your stomach right and itâs only in a matter of moments before youâre gushing all over Shiuâs cock.
âShit, sheâs so tight,â Shiu grins lazily, his eyes half-lidded as he watches you come undone.
âTold ya,â Tojiâs hand moves away from your tit and tangles itself in your hair, raking it through the strands gently.
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Stuck like glue
Request: "I'm going to scream your domestic character joining coop on his travels from her cabin is SO good đ I was wondering if you would write something with the same character in her cabin when coop turns up from nearby having taken one too many bullets? Or maybe he's sick and needs some jet. Some hurt/comfort fluffy sweetness"
A/N: Thank you to the awesome anon who sent the idea! Maybe not AS fluffy as we wanted, but there's for sure some soft Ghoul going on in here. And, oh yeah, the reader has a dog now. No description of said dog has been given, so please imagine as you'd wish.
Tags: Fallout, Cooper Howard, Cooper Howard x F!Reader, Cooper Howard x You, Ghoul x Reader
WARNINGS: Canon-Typical language and violence, brief mentions of sexual interaction.
Summary: Your favorite Ghoul needs to be patched up after a spat with some Raiders, and you always know just how to make him feel better.
Word Count: 2.0k+
Gif credit to @elisefrost from this set
Youâre outside attempting to hang clothes to dry when you hear it.Â
The soft but distinct sound of jingling metal comes from behind your cabin. You set one hand on the pistol strapped to your thigh and walk in that direction, eyes peeled for any movement. A bark echoes the sound from your porch, and you snap at your four-legged companion in an attempt to get him to stay.Â
âTiger!â You hiss. âQuit!â
 He relents with an indignant huff and returns to the porch, while the metallic noise keeps up in a steady pattern, akin to the cadence of a slow walk. You tilt your head at the thought and eventually move the hand off your pistol; only one person would dare tread this close in broad daylight with such carelessness.
âCoop?â
You donât see him anywhere, but youâre almost certain it was the sounds of his old spurs that caught your attention.Â
âCooper if youâre tryna scare me, you know I'll gut you.â The threat is an empty one, but saying it gives you some hope that itâs indeed him and not a Raider or Slaver looking to score some loot.Â
âNo need, babydoll.â His voice sounds ragged, tired. âDonât think I could scare a bunny rabbit at the moment.âÂ
You follow his voice to your left, and find the Ghoul leaned up against a tree. Heâs practically swaying in the breeze, very apparently unsteady. You rush over just as he slides down and collides with the dirt..Â
âCooper! What happened to you?âÂ
Your hands flutter up and down his arms, brusquely checking for any injuries. Nothing obvious jumps out at you, but he heals fast and external wounds are rare. A wheeze claws its way up his throat and morphs into a hacking cough. You recognize the sound as the need for a Vial, and grab at his bag.Â
âDo you have any on you?âÂ
A stuttered cough answers. âFresh out⊠sâwhy I came here.â
Your stash of Vials had been growing just about as long as youâd known Cooper. When you traveled together, heâd hand some off to you for safekeeping, and there always ended up being extras. Upon your return home, heâd tell you to keep them. It wasnât shocking, given that he found his way back every couple of days.
âAlright, come on.â You crouch down and position yourself beneath Cooperâs arm.Â
You can tell heâs weak by the way he leans into you, knees wobbling relentlessly as you pull him up. Another round of coughing wracks his body and you squeeze him reassuringly.Â
âCouch isnât far.â You chose your words carefully, avoiding any inkling of pity. Having an already deteriorating Ghoul is enough, let alone a defensive one who hates being pitied.Â
Cooper does his best to keep up with your steps, but his movements are sloppy and uncoordinated. You can feel the heat radiating off of him through his jacket and hear him wheezing beside your ear. Stepping onto the porch gives him some trouble, but you manage to haul him up and inside the door. Tiger whines nervously, circling the pair of you as you trek inside. The Ghoul collapses onto the couch as soon as itâs within reach.Â
After making sure Cooperâs not going to slide off the couch, you continue to the med-kit in your makeshift kitchen. The Vials are hidden at the very bottom, wrapped in cloth for extra cushion to prevent shattering. You decide thereâs more than enough for him to take two, and carefully extract the mysterious chem.Â
Cooperâs laid out on his back when you return with the Vials. One arm is thrown over his eyes and the other dangling off the side of the couch with Tiger perched beneath. The dog nuzzles his favorite personâs hand for attention, and it elicits a chuckle from you. Even as the only conscious person in the room, you were still second in Tigerâs eyes.Â
âCoop.â You shake his shoulder gently. âHey. Hey. Whereâs your inhaler?â
You nudge his hat away and he blinks slowly. âMmm.â
âOk then.â You mutter and pat down his jacket, searching for the contraption he always carries. The coat yields no results, and you pat down his pants until you feel it tucked away into the pocket at his hip. âFinally.â
Cooper shuffles ever so slightly when you slip your hand into his pocket. âH-hey now. I know you love me, baby, but I-I ainât got it in me right now.â
An errant smile pushes its way onto your lips. You snap the meds into place on his inhalerÂ
âOpen up.â
He fails to heed your instructions, and you ultimately end up forcing the inhalant into his mouth. It never works instantly, but within a minute or so of administering it thereâs movement. One of Cooperâs hands lifts to cup yours, puffing on the inhaler again.Â
You release your hold on it and rock back onto the balls of your feet. Itâs then you take note of the holes in his clothing, and run a hand down his chest. Thereâs numerous holes, some as big as your finger and others no larger than a pinhead.Â
âCooper, what happened to you?â You sit on the edge of the couch beside him as he takes his first deep breath without Chems.Â
âI just turnâd in a bounty and some Raiders jumped me.â He looks down at your hand on his chest. âBastards shot me ten or eleven times. Damn buckshot got me good.â
You nod. âI can tell. You were in a bad way, Coop.â
The Ghoul sits up slowly beside you so his legs can swing off the couch. âIâll be good as new, soon as this stuff starts workinâ good.âÂ
Tiger hops up on the couch next to him, tail wagging with excitement. The dog licks your cheek on his way to Cooper and pushes his nose into the Ghoulâs shoulder. You chuckle at the interaction, patting the dogâs shoulders. Coopers are still hunched with exhaustion, and his deep-set eyes look even more so.Â
âWell until they do, you rest.â You stand, glancing out the still-ajar door. âItâs getting dark anyway.â
Cooper, as usual, opens his mouth to protest. If thereâs anything he hates, itâs feeling useless.Â
âNo arguments.â You point a finger at him. âI mean it.â
He grumbles, but relents. âFine. Only if you turn somethinâ on that olâ TV of yours.â
The television turns out to be a perfect method of relaxation. You have to remove Cooper from the couch temporarily, but wrestle it into the pullout bed form and line it with blankets. The Ghoul had given in to his exhaustion rather easily at the prospect of a comfortable bed and kicked off his boots to climb all the way in. You hung his coat on a nail by the door, but made sure to leave his guns, lasso, and assorted weapons within armâs reach. The TV played some old soap opera from before your time while you snagged a couple of hard candies- a luxury item, as the nearest settlement called them- and made to settle in.Â
Cooper had managed to prop himself against the back of the couch, feet kicked out down the length of the thin mattress. Tiger, seeking attention as per usual, is curled up against his right leg. A wet nose rests just beneath Cooperâs knee and twitches in interest when you unwrap the first candy.Â
The Ghoul might as well be a dog himself for the way his ears perk at the sound of a wrapper.Â
He watches intently as you very gracefully clamber to sit next to him. You pop the fruit-flavored candy in your mouth and scoot around until you find comfort. In this case, itâs leaned up against the Ghoul beside you, head dropping onto his shoulder. His breathing is still shallower than youâd like, but a vast improvement from where it was when heâd shown up.Â
âYou ainât gonna share?âÂ
You open your fist and offer up one of the candies. âI suppose I could. But only for you.â
A smirk twists the corners of his scarred lips. You poke at the candies and attempt to read the labels to no avail.Â
âIâd offer you a choice of flavor, butâŠâ You shrug, looking back up to your Ghoul. âSlim pickings.â
He lifts a bare hand to your chin, tilting up. âI think the pickinâs are just fine.â
You smile and lean in to meet him, lips falling into a familiar dance.The hand on your chin slides down to grip your nape and holds you firmly in place. Itâs not long before the candy is gone from your mouth. Its remnants remain, mingling with the taste of gunpowder and smoke. A few moments pass before you decide to separate
âMiss me much?â You inquire, cuddling yourself down into his side.Â
His arm raises to accommodate your body and lowers it back down to encircle your shoulders once youâre settled. âI always miss you darlinâ. For a variety of reasons.â
You hum softly, âYeah? Whyâs that?â
Cooperâs hand trails up and down your arm, leaving wide trails of gooseflesh. âWell, the main one happens to be the lack of entertainment.â
You scoff. âIâm your entertainment?â
âFuck yeah, you are. âSpecially when youâre hollerinâ at scavengers and shootinâ anything that moves.â The Ghoul chuckles to himself. âOr trippinâ over a sleeping yao guai.â
You shove him playfully. âThat was one time, and I shot it dead anyway.â
Cooper pulls you towards him, and you shift until youâre between his legs, back pressed against his chest. âThat you did, sweetheart. I ainât forgot.â
He grabs the nearest blanket and tosses it over your entangled bodies. You curl to the side and rest your cheek to his chest. Tiger shuffles his body with a huff, apparently frustrated with the lack of attention.
âWhat would you do without me?â You tap his chest gently, relishing in the warmth he produces. âOther than get eaten by a yao guai?â
The Ghoul scratches Tigerâs head. âProlly go feral. Chase around some folk to scare emâ.â
You know heâs joking, but the thought of losing him to ferality scares you to no end. Particularly since heâs just shown up on deathâs door and almost hacked a lung onto your floor.
âDonât say that.â You lift your head to catch his eye. âPlease.â
Cooper may be a gruff old Ghoul with a dreadful outlook on the world, but he softens ever so slightly at your words.
âYou know I donât mean it, sugar. Youâre stuck with me, whether you like it or not.â
Two scarred fingers hook beneath your jaw and pull you back up to his lips. Itâs tame at first, but the Cooper you know wastes no time making an appearance. His teeth nip at your lip gently and one rough hand slides up your side until it cups your breast. You press into him eagerly, climbing upwards until your thighs slot around either side of his hips. He responds by grinding them into you, delicious friction warming you from head to toe. Â
Tiger decides heâs disgusted at this point, and hops off the couch with a comical groan.
Unbothered, one of your hands latches onto the lasso that is tossed on top of his pile of weapons. You loop it around his neck, gripping either side of the rope and pulling him in. Cooper smirks against your mouth.Â
âOh I love being stuck with you, Cowpoke.â You whisper against his mouth, earning yourself a quick bite to the bottom lip.
The Ghoul grins and quickly shows how much strength heâs regained by reversing your positions. He snatches the rope faster than you can react, and wraps the fingers of one hand loosely around the column of your throat. Thereâs just enough pressure to shoot a pang of arousal between your legs. Cooper knows youâre squirming, and presses a knee there to relieve some of the ache.Â
âGlad tâhear it.â He murmurs into your neck, ââCause I sure as hell ainât goinâ nowhere.â
And you wouldnât have it any other way.
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alcohol and pancakes
azriel x reader
summary: azriel was always devoted to you, but when drunk? He was clingy, touchy and devoted. And he wanted to take care of you even if his mind was spinning.
warnings: mentions of alcohol?
word count: 1.3k
this is a silly little thing because Iâve just read somewhere that Azriel gets clingy when drunk and oh my god thatâs sooo cute đ
Your touch on his cheek was like a soothing balm for a wound that throbbed and stung, with each languid and incredibly soft stroke easing the pain more and more. He let go, leaning into your touch.
Why did he always have to be the tough and unbreakable guy? He wasnât that tough, nor unbreakable, he was just... himself. And your gentle caresses made him want to whimper. His honeyed eyes closed with a hum of satisfaction, and you laughed softly. Why was even your laugh soft? Azriel didnât understand. Azriel didnât want to understand.
âHow much have you had to drink?â you asked, arching both eyebrows in pure tenderness.
It took Azriel several seconds to process the question, in reality, he had drunk quite a bit. But that didnât diminish any of the things he wanted to do with you, which at the moment was nothing more than resting his face between your generous breasts. He nuzzled your palm, breathing in and pressing a soft kiss.
âNot too much.â
Liar. Lies. A shadow whispered in his ear, and Azriel nearly growled, brushing it aside and nuzzling your hand further.
âAh, I see,â you murmured, entertained by the sightâa warrior nearly two meters tall, and a spy no less, clinging to you like a needy child craving affection. Your voice was drenched in amusement, dripping over him just enough to make him open his eyes slightly.
âIâm not that drunk.â He almost whined, his eyebrows furrowing, and you had to stifle another giggle. Not wanting to offend the oh-so-scary shadowsinger that was hovering over your body, laid across your marriage bed.
âIâm not that drunk,â Azriel repeated, this time with a firmer, almost defiant tone, though it wasnât as firm or defiant as he intended, because you could see the tremor at the corner of his lip, trying not to smile like a fool upon seeing your own smile. He reminded you more of Nyx trying to convince you that he wasnât sleepy at bedtime just to spend more time with you, than of the five-hundred-year-old spy that he was.
His eyes, usually as inscrutable as the night sky, were now clouded by a mixture of alcohol and a tenderness he rarely allowed himself to showâa vulnerability that made you stroke his cheek once more.
âAzrielâŠâ you whispered with a gentleness that only softened the normally sharp edges of his face further. You could see the freckles scattered across his nose, small and nearly invisible, like tiny constellations marking his skin. And the slight green ring in the center of his eyes, and a few strands of hair longer than the others.
âIâm perfectly capable of taking care of you,â he said, burying his face in the crook of your neck, this time sounding more resolute, acceptably more resolute, as he breathed in your scent like it was a balm he desperately needed. The way his body, so big and strong, curled up against yours was a delightful paradox you couldnât help but enjoy. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders to pull him closer. You felt the weight of his head on your shoulder, the brush of his dark hair against your cheek. âI can take care of you... always.â
A soft laugh, impossible to contain, escaped your lips. The irony of his words filled your chest with a playful warmth. âReally?â you teased, your hands caressing his back with the same slow indulgence of someone petting a spoiled kitten. Carefully avoiding his wings, so as not to turn clingy-drunk Azriel into horny-clingy-drunk Azriel. âThen, if youâre so capable, why donât you go down to the kitchen and make me some dinner?â You were pretty sure he would wobble if he got up.
Azriel lifted his head, his eyes gleaming with a determined light that almost made you regret your words. He could make you dinnerâno, he should make it for you. You were his mate, and he had lost count of how many nights he had come home dazed with exhaustion only to find a warm dinner and loving arms.
Before you could react, he got up from the bed with the agility of a feline, the weight of his determination palpable in the air, your thoughts incredibly wrong; he didnât wobble even once.
âAzriel, noââ you began, reaching for his arm as he headed toward the door. âIt was a joke, Iâve already eaten, please donât try to make me dinner when youâre in this stateâŠâ
He didnât listen, or decided not to, moving through the room with that lethal grace so natural to him. You were forced to follow him as he made his way down the hallway and then down the stairs to the kitchen.
When you reached the kitchen, you made sure to turn on the lights because Azriel hadnât bothered, given that he was already opening the cabinets, inspecting their contents with an intensity that almost made you worry.
âIâll make you pancakes,â he announced, and you laughed, so much that your cheeks turned red.
âPancakes?â you approached him, placing a hand on his arm in an attempt to stop him. âAz, thatâs not dinner.â
âIt will be,â he said, determined, and his stubbornness brought another smile to your face. There was no stopping him now, so you resigned yourself to helping him.
He continued to inspect the cabinet contents, searching for something that he didnât even have in mind. You couldnât help but let out a giggleâhe was so determined that he didnât even seem lost.
âHow about you start by getting the flour?â Azrielâs eyes lit up as if he finally remembered something. He grabbed the bag of flour. Then he looked back at the other contents in the cabinet, and you wanted to laugh again.
âThe eggs and then the milk.â As he pulled out the ingredients with hands that were skilled but slightly shaky, you stayed close. He observed everything he had taken out, all placed on the counter, and then directed those hazel, clouded eyes at you, tentatively, in a silent question.
âThatâs all we need.â
âAh⊠I knew that.â He said as if trying to convince you of something.
âOf course you did, I wouldnât doubt that my clever shadowsinger knew.â You were teasing him, but he didnât even notice. Though you did notice the red that brushed his cheeks.
You handed him the bowl and the ingredients, watching with amusement as he measured and poured, his brow furrowed in concentration. His hands, which usually wielded weapons with deadly skill, now worked with adorable clumsiness to mix the ingredients. As he stirred, fearing that Azriel might spill too much of the mixture out of the bowl, you moved closer to help him, your hands gently falling over his, trying to guide him. Azriel froze for a second, and you knew almost instinctively that he was looking at the scars covering his hands, so different from the softness of yours. You offered him a warm smile, quickly making him forget about it.
The warmth of the kitchen was comforting, but not as much as the warmth radiating from his body next to yours. That warrior who could bring down armies was now focused on making pancake batter with the same seriousness he would approach any crucial task. And though pancakes werenât a conventional dinner, you knew that the dedication he was putting into them made them more special than any banquet.
âIs this good?â he murmured, turning his face toward you, and for a moment, his honeyed eyes met yours.
âPerfect,â you replied softly, allowing yourself a small moment of respite in his closeness, enjoying the tenderness hidden behind that façade of hardness.
Azriel nodded, satisfied, before turning toward the pan that was already starting to heat. And as he poured the mixture, you couldnât help but admire him, so determined and so devoted. All for you. All yours.
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How would bucky react to his wife being known as a milfđ jealous or proud
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warnings: pda, possessiveness, you and bucky are married and have a 3 year old sonđ and no actual smut but some allusions to it
authorâs note: i think heâd be a mix of both but he only knows how to be possessive about it!!! sorry if this is not what you wanted but it is unfortunately the way my mind workedđ
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18+ only minors dni.
Buckyâs not blind. He knows youâre beautiful inside and out and how your energy reflects on everything you do. The kindness in your heart and the serenity in your soul attract people to you. The fact that youâre the most gorgeous person on the planet is just a little added bonus.
This Saturday afternoon is spent shopping for a new summer wardrobe for your three-year-old son and maybe snagging a couple of cute pieces for yourself.
Bucky completely clears his schedule every weekend without fail to devote time to you and your child together. This one starts with a brunch. You are dressed up all sweet and pretty for him in a dainty white sundress, enhancing your body in all the best ways. You look breathtaking, and Bucky hasnât been able to keep his hands off you. Heâs not sure how heâs supposed to behave for the rest of the day until he can get you back into the bed.
You seem to have caught the attention of the young waiter, whose pale skin grows a splotchy red every time you thank him for his service. He stutters out a thank you, boldly initiating eye contact but quickly darting away when Bucky sits up just a little bit straighter, a little bit taller.
Later, after a successful shopping trip, you hold back a giggle as your son darts around the playground while you are seated next to Bucky on the bench.
âWhatâs so funny, baby?â he furrows his eyebrows, still a bit peeved at how the sales associate at the previous boutique you three visited wanted to set you up with her son. Showing you pictures and talking him up. Bucky was busy on the other end of the store, letting your son wander around to burn off more energy. His ears perked up at your conversation with the older lady. He argues that what he did was not petty or childish in the slightest, but the way he all but stalked over to you just to place a possessive hand on your waist and an almost vulgar kiss on your lips had the poor lady coughing in discomfort as she quickly busied herself with folding clothes.
Then suddenly, your son appeared and began poking at your calf, âMama, can we go now?â While you remained breathless with your cheeks burning, Bucky quickly snatched him up, kissing his forehead before leading you two out of the boutique. A few minutes later, youâre in the car, and your son gets your attention from the backseat. " Mama, mama!â you reply, turning around as Bucky pulls out of the parking spot. " Yes, baby?â
âDada said we have to save you from the monster lady! He said she was going to steal you from us! Did we safe you, mama? " His chubby face is twisted in concern.
You looked at Bucky with narrow eyes, a light smile tugging at your lips: " Yeah, baby, you saved me. Thank god I have you and Dada to protect me!â Bucky just had a smug smile on his face, not at all ashamed of what he had done. Your son giggled in agreement, no longer concerned and instead focused on the cars passing by. You fiddled with Buckyâs fingers on your thigh as you admired him while he was driving when he leisurely brought your hand to his face, pressing a kiss to the palm of your hand.
âNothing,â you giggle, watching your son run around the slide instead of sliding down it, âI just think itâs cute how jealous you get.â Your voice has a teasing lilt as you look up at him, playfully squishing his cheeks together. Bucky rolls his eyes, his hand grabbing your wrist gently to easily remove it from his face as he moves your hand to trace over the diamond ring adorning your ring finger. With a slight smirk, he brings your hand up to kiss your ring finger, intertwining your hands and looking at you with a glint in his eyes.
He brings his face closer to yours, lips hovering but not touching as he speaks lowly, âOur next stop is gonna be a jewelry store. Iâm getting you a bigger diamond so everyone knows youâre well taken care of.â He places a peck on your parted lips before turning around and calling for your son, who looks ready for his afternoon nap, as he holds his arms out for Bucky to carry him.
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Feel free to reject this request since itâs kinda heavy, but maybe Hugh kissing the readerâs sh scars but itâs like friends to lovers? Preferably f reader but gen is fine too
YOUâRE BEAUTIFUL âË°
in which logan draws stars around your scars
warnings: HEAVY MENTIONS OF SHâ ïžâ ïž DO NOT READ IF THIS IS A TOPIC YOU CANNOT HANDLE, angst, blood
i actually love this request as someone who struggles w sh themselves so pls donât be afraid to ask smt like this!
i also switched it to logan instead of hugh bc i feel like he just fits the part better and this isnât friends to lovers itâs just loversđ sorry
âyou drew stars around my scars. but now im bleeding.â
you couldnât help it, the burning sensation of the blood dripping down over your old scars was a feeling you couldnât resist.
for 2 years now youâve told yourself that youâd stop, thay youâd get better. especially since logan came around and made you want to get better. but you couldnât, no matter how hard you tried.
more sooner than later did the tears of guilt and regret begin pooling your eyes, the hot liquid dripping down your face as you held the cold towel to your wrist harder.
you knew logan would be up here any minute; his class was coming to an end soon. the last thing you needed was him walking in on you cutting yourself after you told him youâd stop.
you took a deep breath, drying your wrist and slapping a few bandaids on it before looking at yourself in the mirror; you were a mess. your face was flushed, covered in streaks of dried tears as the new ones kept coming. your hair was a ruffled mess, you were drowning in your hoodie and fuck did your wrist burn.
ây/n/n?â you heard from afar, shit. surely logan was in your bedroom, waiting for you to come out of the bathroom.
you sighed, praying that your voice would be strong. âiâm in here, just a minute!â you called out, cursing yourself for your voice cracking at the last second.
immediately loganâs concern grew higher, slowly approaching the door and leaning his head against it. your nervous sobs were hard to miss, especially from right against the door.
ây/n,â logan called firmly, âopen the door fâme please.â
your eyes widened, noticing how loganâs voice grew louder. it didnât take you long to pick up on how close logan was to you.
âi canât,â your voice cracked, you looked down at your hands that shook rapidly, afraid of what was to come.
loganâs brows furrowed, heâd had enough. you heard one of his claws retract as he picked the lock.
quickly, you took out your box, shoving your blade into it and throwing it god knows where into the drawer just before logan barged in.
âare you okay in here?â he asked, glancing down at your exposed wrist, covered in bandaids.
you followed his eyes, yours widening when you noticed you forgot to roll down your sleeve.
logan felt like he could physically feel the pit growing in his stomach, realizing what you had done. logan had never understood why you chose to hurt yourself like this. but he did understand what it was like to endure so much pressure and emotion that you donât know how to contain it. and so he never screamed, or yelled, or frankly even asked âwhy?,â because not everyone has a âwhy.â
your tears were flowing once more as you moved closer to logan, âiâm sorry,â you sobbed, burying yourself in his arms.
he immediately welcomed you, wrapping his strong
arms around your shoulders, rocking you back and forth in hopes to calm you down.
he looks down at you, his own eyes glossed over slightly, he hates seeing you like this, especially when he knows he canât do anything about it.
soon logan loosens his grip, reaching gently for your left wrist and bringing it up to his lips, planting a soft and gentle kiss on one of your old scars.
âmy baby,â he mutters, kissing another one while ensuring he leaves your fresh one alone, âmy sweet baby.â
you can do nothing but sob harder. youâd expected numerous reactions out of logan but this definitely wasnât one of them.
âi love you,â kiss. âiâll always love you, doll.â kiss. âyâknow that? iâll never stop loving you.â kiss.
your eyes dart down as you feel a drop of water on your wrist as logan continues kissing up and down your arm.
he was crying.
his confidence wavers, âyouâre beautiful,â kiss. âso, so beautiful,â his voice begins to crack as he leans a head down on your shoulder.
logan takes a deep breath before dropping your wrists and instead taking your face in his hands, forcing you to look him in the eyes. âyouâre always gonna be beautiful tâme, alright? the most beautiful girl iâve ever seen.â
it was the first time youâd ever seen logan cry this hard, the hot tears pouring down his face at an unbelievable pace. youâd be a monster to say this didnât make you tear up in the slightest.
you place your hands on his wrists, his hands still holding onto your face. slowly he leans in, closing the space between you two. kissing you in such a gentle, loving way that it makes your legs feel weak.
âi love you, logan.â
âyouâre beautiful, peach.â
this is so sadâčïž
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heyyy, idk if your request or open atm but could you write about miles (e-42) sneaking into the readers house at night, to hangout đ€ nothing nasty LMFAOOO but like a cute lil moment
â 2:00 AM
pairing: e-42!miles x fem!reader
contains: fluff, miles being a big baby because yes
summary: miles has a hard time falling asleep when youâre not next to him. wc: 1,205
a/n: i loveee soft 42!miles omfg đ also i realized i changed up the plot a little after iâd already written it and came back to find the request, so i hope you still like it <3
Tossing and turning instead of getting a full nightâs rest seemed to be the norm for Miles as of late.
He laid on his back with an irked sigh, hands scrubbing down his face as he lightly groaned into them. There was no need for him to check the time, he already had a pretty accurate guess seeing as heâd been checking his phone every twenty minutes when his eyes would spring back open after another failed attempt to fall asleep.
He missed you. That he couldnât deny. Heâd made the mistake of falling asleep with you one night, and heâs found himself suffering through the same old routine ever since. Heâd never slept as peacefully as he did than when he was next to you, and his mind craved your presence more than it craved sleep apparently. The both of you couldâve slept on concrete and he still wouldâve sworn it was more comfortable than his own bed.
It was a stupid idea, and had he not been desperate for a solution he wouldâve realized that. But there was no one to talk him out of it as he got up from his bed and fished around in his dimly lit room for his jacket and a pair of nike slides, so it looked like heâd be going through with it anyway.
He scribbled a quick note for his mom onto a post-it note, stuck it to the fridge for her to find after her shift and left their apartment without another thought, making sure to lock the door behind him.
Night walks through Brooklyn didnât scare him, in fact they calmed him. Everything was quieter at this time, slowerâ and he knew these streets like the back of his hand. And even if he didnât, he was pretty good with the switchblade he kept in his pocket at all times. Your place was only a few blocks away, and even through the slight haze casted over him from his lack of rest, he was still vigilant as ever.
He climbed the fire escape just three stories up until he got to your window, using both his hands to hoist him over the steel railing, his feet landing on the old metal as quiet as he could make them.
He hoped that you still kept it unlocked for him, that your offer stood firm when you told him he was welcome anytime. He whispered a plea before he curled his fingers under the edge, sighing in relief when the window lifted open, though the unpleasant squealing due to the age of the pane made him wince.
The last thing he wanted to do was wake you, so he only lifted it halfway, ducking down and stepping into your room and out of the cold. He glanced over to see your cheek still smushed against your pillow, your legs probably tucked into the fetal position with the way your blankets were swaddled around you.
He managed to close the window without making a sound, but on his way over to your bed he accidentally bumped into your dresser, causing a bottle of perfume to clatter into the other objects you had up there.
âFuckââ he hissed quietly, twin braids following the act of his head whipping in your direction when you stirred.
You werenât the lightest sleeper, but the noise had been enough to startle you awake. Lifting your head from the pillow, you sat up quickly, eyes adjusting to make out who the hunched figure was. The two of you had said goodnight just a few hours ago, and now here he was, in your room.
âMiles?â There was a slight rasp to your voice.
âHey, maâŠâ he responded, hands nervously hovering over the mess heâd unintentionally created. He fixed it to the best of his ability, but it definitely wasnât the way you had it before.
You reached over and turned your clock towards you, the bright white numbers making you screw an eye shut.
âMiles, baby, itâs two am in the morning,â you grumbled sleepily, rubbing your eyes with the heels of your hands and yawning. âWhat are you doing here? Did something happen?â
Blinking the sleep from your sight, you took in his slightly slouched disposition. He looked exhausted, annoyance from his sleepless night evident in the way he sighed.
âNah, nah,â he shifted from foot to foot, hand hesitantly raising to scratch his head. His idea seemed sensible at first. He was willing to do anything to get some shut eye, and to see you again, but now he just felt silly for waking you up for no good reason.
âNothing happened, but IâI couldnât sleep for shit. So I just thoughtââ he rubbed his brow and gave a halfhearted shrug. âI donât know, itâs stupid. I wasnât thinkinâ straight and I just wanna be laid up with you. I really didnât mean to wake you up and I can leave ifââ
âItâs okay! Itâs okay,â you cut his rambling short and opened up your blankets, scooting over to make room for him. âCome on.â Even in your drowsy state you could tell he was getting flustered trying to explain himself.
âOh thank God,â he said beneath a breath as he shuffled his jacket and shoes off, eagerly slipping into your bed beside you.
You shifted back onto your side like you were before and pulled the blankets over the both of you, his arm instantly slinking around your waist to pull your body into his, your back against his chest.
âI love you so much.â he sighed tiredly.
He buried his face into the crook of your neck, taking a deep breath in through his nose just as your hand came up behind you to caress the top of his head. His behavior made it seem as if he hadnât seen you in weeks; like he was trying to refresh his mind of every aspect of you.
âI love you too⊠Miles, are you sure youâre alright?â you asked, not yet all the way convinced.
âMhm. Just needed to be with you.â he hummed, his words muffled as he pulled you closer.
âWhat about your mom? I donât want her to be worried.â
He grunted at that, his response slurred and barely audible. âShe know where Iâm at.â
His fingers slipped under the waistband of your cotton sleep-shorts, hand traveling to the round of your lower stomach and resting over it. Why guys were so obsessed with the extra weight girls held there was still an anomaly to you. You couldnât wrap your mind around it, but he always threw a fit if you didnât let him hold you like that so you allowed it.
âGoodnight, Miles.â You murmured into the stillness of your room.
Your eyes opened after receiving no response from him, and you were barely able to turn your head to look over your shoulder since his own was occupying the space there.
âMiles?â you questioned gently.
Your answer came in the form of faint snores and slowed breathing from the boy who was knocked out behind you, a smile inching onto your lips at how quickly he dozed off. You let your eyes flutter to a close, ready to fall asleep again, but this time in the arms of your favorite person.
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flowers are a language of their own â mv.1
pairing: max verstappen x reader
word count:Â 4.2k
warnings:Â Â slight angst
four times max gives you flowers and the first time you reciprocate, a childhood friends to lovers oneshot
this is basically inspired by gwen and for gwen đ @verstappen-cult once again thanking you for my max brain rot bc these conversations are just DOING something to me skskksjsj but MWAH! I hope you like it my love đ€
happy reading!
mimi
i. daisies; new beginnings, innocence, cheerfulness (age 6)
You hadnât been at your new school very long, having moved to the town recently. Youâd struggled with making new friends, the new language making things even more difficult. But this had really ruined your day. Your bottom lip jutted out and began to wobble as you looked at your drawing youâd spent the whole morning perfecting before tidy-up time. What had once been a beautiful explosion of scribbled crayon colours across one page now lay in two halves. It was more than your poor six year old brain could handle and so you immediately burst into tears. Wailing and sobbing, your teacher hurried over to see what the issue was. Between gasping inhales and snotty sobs you pointed to your crumpled torn drawing. She picked it up and turned to address the class of wild six year olds,
âAlright class, does anybody know what happened to Y/Nâs picture?â Your teacherâs voice was gentle, âYou wonât be in trouble but our friend is very sad so we need to apologise and make it right okay?â Your bottom lip wobbled as your sniffles quietened a little and a small voice could be heard from the back of the classroom,
âI didnât mean to!â A small boy stepped forwards, bright blonde hair with blue eyes and you glared at him. He looked down at the floor as he awkwardly scuffed his shoe against the carpet. The teacher approached him and crouched down,
âThank you for being honest Max⊠Can you come and say sorry?â He nodded and took the teacherâs hand as she lead him over to you,
âIâm sorryâŠâ His apology was accented by a slight lisp and you frowned, arms crossing in front of your chest.
âThank you Max, Y/N? Max said it was an accident and that heâs sorry okay?â You let out a slight âhmmphâ as the teacher straightened up at the sound of the lunch bell. Max was quick to run out of the classroom with his friends but you plodded behind the group, still sad about your artwork.Â
You grabbed your lunchbox from your locker and looked for a chair in the lunch hall. Spotting your favourite yellow chair you couldnât help but gasp as your little legs headed over as fast as they could carry you. You sat down and opened your lunchbox, legs swinging under the table. Youâd barely taken two bites of your sandwich before a boy approached the table. You looked up and saw Max standing there, his hands behind his back.
âIâm sorry I broke your drawing.â Max did his best to speak so youâd understand.Â
ââS fine.â You grumbled, annoyed he was talking to you. Six year old you could really hold a grudge⊠His cheeks tinted pink as he removed his hands from behind his back to hold out a small bunch of daisies heâd clearly picked from the playing field. Your eyes widened and your mouth dropped open.
âHere, for youâŠâ He took a step closer and you held your hand out for him to gently place the flowers in your palm. Your eyes looked at him and you noticed how his knees were slightly muddy and there was a streak of dirt on his cheek. You giggled and he beamed back at you, you suddenly felt very shy,
âD-do you want to sit here?â You patted the seat next to you, âWe can eat lunch together?â Max nodded, racing off to grab his lunchbox. He dashed back and sat next to you, unzipping his lunchbag to compare the contents with yours.
âAre we going to be friends Max?â He nodded enthusiastically, taking your hand in his,
âMhmm! Best friends Y/N! So you can call me Maxie!âÂ
ii. yellow amaryllis; pride, happiness, strength, determination (age 18)
âSmile!â You stood with your friends, taking pictures in your graduation gowns and giggling together. But your heart panged, something - or rather someone - was missing from your day. Your eyes scanned the hall, desperately looking for a familiar blonde head. Despite knowing he was currently halfway round the world at a Grand Prix,
âBoo!â A hand covered your eyes and a grin spread across your face at the familiar voice,
âMaxie!â Turning around, you jumped into his arms and he laughed out loud,
âEasy there bug!â You could hear your friends and family laughing and taking pictures of the two of you behind you but you still didnât pull away, too embarrassed to let anyone see that you had tears welling up in your eyes.
âI didnât think youâd be able to make itâŠâ Max squeezed you a little tighter,
âI left as soon as the race was over, there was no way I was missing this!â You pulled back and he wiped the tear that had slipped down your cheek. He let go of you and extended his arm towards you, holding out a beautiful bouquet of yellow amaryllis flowers, complete with yellow and white ribbons.Â
âMax,â you gasped âtheyâre so beautiful!â he nudged your shoulder with his,
âHey, you deserve it. They stand for pride, strength, happiness and determination.â
âDeterminationâ You spoke at the same time, finishing the sentence together. His eyes stared at you so adoringly, you felt like you couldnât catch your breath. The moment was broken by your parents urging you to stand together for a picture.
âWhat a beautiful couple!â You heard a teacher say as they walked past,
âOh no weâre not-â
âMe and him? No way-â Both you and Max spoke over each other, completely missing the knowing looks your friends and family all gave each other.
You couldnât help the fresh wave of giggles that overtook you as Max pulled you into his side. You could have sworn that for the briefest of seconds, butterflies took flight in your stomach but you quickly brushed it off, blaming it on the excitement of the day.Â
iii. - yellow roses; friendship | bluebells; comfort (age 22)
Max couldnât deny the way that panic flashed through his entire body when he answered your call and heard nothing but your sobs on the other end.
âMaxie!â You hiccuped,
âY/N? What happened? Are you okay?â He stood up, not caring that he was interrupting an important team meeting. His alarm grew even more when your only response was to cry even harder. He looked back at the group of people sat around the conference table,
âIâm sorry but itâs a family emergency, I have to go.â He raced down the corridor and poked the elevator button far more times than was necessary.
âTalk to me bug⊠I canât help if you donât explain whatâs going on.â
âHe cheated Max! I went to his place and he was in bed with my roommate.â Max felt a weird combination of calm and anger wash over him at the same time. Calm because he knew you were safe and anger because who the fuck did your boyfriend, well ex-boyfriend, think he was? Fuck the elevator, Max headed for the stairs, wanting to get to his car and book a flight to you as soon as possible.
âOh Y/NâŠâ
âSaid he only did it because he knew that Iâd been cheating on him with you.â You heard Max scoff,
âGod heâs so fucking dumb Y/N⊠I never really liked him, you know that right? Youâve always been too good for himâŠâ
You heard Max sigh on the other end of the line and you curled up into an even smaller ball in your bed, pulling Maxâs hoodie up even more as your nose inhaled the comforting scent of him,Â
âCan we move to facetime? Just wanna see you.â You choked out and he obliged, quickly filling your request. Max felt his heart breaking as he looked at you in your bed.
âHey! Is that my hoodie, bug?â You nodded with a sniffle as he did his best to cheer you up even just a little, âTraitor! You told me you didnât know where it had goneâŠâ A watery smile spread across your face.
âLook, Iâm gonna come see you okay?â You sat upright and stared at him hard,
âMax Emilian Verstappen, you cannot do that! You have important meetings this week.â
âOoo full name?â He hissed through his teeth, âI am in trouble.â You shook your head at him,
âYouâre incorrigible.â
âBig words weâre using today hmm?â You flipped him off and he laughed,
âIâll be there soon, bug okay?â You nodded and he smiled at you once more,
âJust hang in there for a little longer.â He ended the call and immediately your smile dropped. In those brief few seconds youâd forgotten why youâd even called him in the first place. But now in the quiet of your apartment, the sad feelings crept up once more, smothering you and dragging you down.Â
You werenât sure when youâd fallen asleep the night before, but the combination of the doorbell ringing and the knocking on the door jolted you awake. Rushing to the front door, you threw it open, still slightly disorientated from your rude awakening,
âHey bug.â
âMaxie!â You felt wide awake staring at Max who now stood on your doorstep, a warm smile across his face. You immediately felt like bursting into tears once more and Max was quick to see that, pulling you into his chest and wrapping his arms around you as he rested his head on top of yours.
âItâs okay bug,â you felt him press a kiss to the top of your head, âI got you.â He waddled with you in his arms, through your doorway and into the hallway to close the door and give you some privacy. As he held you, he felt his heart race a little, thinking how he would never make you or let you cry like that if you were his girl - wait what? Now was not the time to be thinking about those kinds of things!
Max held you until your sobbing had quietened down again,
âSorry,â you sniffed all snotty and he just poked your nose and laughed gently,
âItâs okay Y/N.â His hand gently rubbed your arm as he watched you take a few deep breaths to compose yourself,
âHere.â He pulled a somewhat squished bouquet of flowers out of what seemed like nowhere, âSorry, they got a little uhhh⊠too involved in the hug?â You let out a breath of laughter and took them from him, a finger gently tracing the petals,
âYellow roses? For friendship right?â Max nodded with a smile,
âYellow roses, because Iâm always gonna be your best friend who has your back and bluebells because theyâre comforting.â You couldnât help the way your heart clenched hearing his words. It seemed that Max not only bought you flowers often but he even thought of the meaning of what he was buying. For some reason, the thought had those pesky flutters appearing in your stomach but you quickly reprimanded yourself and shook them off. You hadnât even broken up with your ex for more than 24 hours yet, but here you were thinking about Max romantically? You shook your head, that was a line you could never think of crossing, no matter how much it seemed to be crossing your mind more and more the older you got.Â
iv. pink tulips; perfect love, affection (now)
Now that you were living in Monaco, not too far from Max, movie nights were a common occurrence, with evenings being split between your apartment and his. Food would be ordered and wine would be drunk, movies would be played but barely watched as the two of you would end up talking into the night and continue long after the credits had finished rolling. If there was one thing you could count on Max for, it was his promptness and so when the clock read seven oâclock exactly, you knew it would only be a matter of seconds before you heard his footsteps down the hallway to your apartment.
You were proven correct as Max let himself into your apartment, calling out as he did so,
âHey bug! Itâs just me!â
âIn the living room!â You called back, smiling as he appeared in the doorway, holding something behind his back,
âWhat have you got there hmm?â Maxâs smile wavered for a second and you frowned, sitting up on the couch, âMax?â He exhaled and bit his lip nervously, âMaxie?â You tried again much more softly, not wanting to make him uncomfortable,
âIâm about to say something andâŠâ He sighed, âI just want you to let me finish okay?â You nodded confused as he came to sit next to you, holding out a bouquet of pink tulips as he did so. You felt yourself gasp as you stared at the flowers, admiring the pretty wrapping and how the ribbon matched the flowers. You wracked your brain as you stared, desperately trying to recall the meaning, Max always gave flowers with meaning. Appreciation? No, apology? Nope not that... No. It couldnât be? Could it?
âAffection?â You didnât even realise youâd spoken the word out loud but a sharp inhale from Max was enough to tell you heâd heard you. Your eyes shot up to his face and noticed he wouldnât even look at you, instead choosing to gently trace over the bouquet ribbon,
âYes.â His cheeks were pink and you could have sworn you stopped breathing. It was silent in your apartment. The only noise coming from the traffic outside and the thump of your neighbour as their work boots clunked over the floor before their door slammed. The noise pulled you out of your silence as you stared at Max,
âWhat did you just say?â Max finally dared to look up as he gazed into your eyes,
âPink tulips, affection, perfect lâŠâ
âPerfect what?â There was no way he was going to say what you thought he was going to say⊠âPerfect love.â You stood up from the couch, immediately pacing back and forth as your hands started to fumble together,
âMaxâŠâ You breathed, finally stopping to look at him sat staring at you.
âOkay so this is the part where I need you to listenâŠâ You let out a laugh of disbelief but said nothing as he swallowed, hands nervously rubbing the legs of his jeans.
âI like you.â You froze as he continued, âI like you and I think I honestly have for a while⊠I know that this might not be the best time to tell you but I just canât keep kidding myself anymore. The feelings I have for you? Theyâre not things I would be feeling if you were just a best friend to me Y/N. God I think I always knew it was you⊠From the day I ruined your drawing and then when I surprised you at your graduation⊠And then that horrific breakup,â You both winced, âI swore then that I would never let you cry over another man like that again. Because I wanted to be the only man that you had from then on.â Your lips parted as a nervous exhale left you. He stopped his rambling, panting slightly as he looked at you,
âIf you have anything to say, now would be a good time to say itâŠâ You looked at him. Max, your Max. The boy that had been there for you through everything, your best friend.
âNoâŠâ You whispered out, your own heart breaking at your words, âI canâtâŠâ Max looked absolutely crushed,
âNo?â His voice was quiet, âWhy?â You shrugged, bottom lip trembling,
âI canât risk losing you.â Max scoffed,
âLosing me?â
âWhat if we break up hmm? Youâre telling me we would be able to go back to being best friends like nothing ever happened? What if it doesnât work hmm?â Max shook his head as your spoke,
âYou think I would say this to you if I didnât think it would work?â
âI-I⊠I donât know!â You exclaimed as Max stood up,
âYou wonât even try?â
âIâm too scared to MaxâŠâ He nodded, stuffing his hands into his pockets as you stared at him, âIâm so sorry.â You whispered,
âMe too.â he said before turning and walking out. The door hadnât even closed behind him before youâd collapsed to the floor, your legs giving out. Youâd never cried so hard because of him before. Not when heâd ripped your drawing, not when he'd surprised you at graduation, not even when heâd held you after your breakup.Â
You stared at the pink tulips as they lay on your couch, their bright happy hopeful colour taunting you. You stalked over to them and picked them up, heading straight to the trash, pulling your arm back to throw them away but you found yourself physically unable to do it.Â
i. flowers are a language of their own
You werenât sure whether it was convenient or not that Max had a double header after that conversation. Usually you would spam him while he was away and he would pick things up when he could. Often late at night in his hotel bed, a goofy grin plastered across his face as he opened your fit pics and food diary pics of the day, reading through your spam about work, friends and cute cats youâd spotted on the street.
But this time there had been nothing. From either of you. It had been strange and hurtful. You sighed as you checked your phone again for the millionth time that day, already knowing there would be no new notifications from him. Why would there be? The guy you liked had confessed to you and youâd broken his heart because you were too scared heâd break yours. Groaning you dropped your head to the kitchen counter, thumping your forehead against it a few times in the hope of gaining some sense of clarity. It didnât work. You sighed and stood up straight. You were still kicking yourself for shutting him down so quickly.
Yes, he was your Maxie, your best friend, but wasnât that the point? He knew you so well, he cared for you and loved you, in whatever capacity. He would never intentionally hurt you. You couldnât lie to yourself, there had been a continuous pull in your stomach and a slight ache in your chest the longer you went without talking to him. You knew if you could do the situation over again you would give a completely different answer.
You didnât want him to break your heart but now you had lost him completely.Â
Your head shot up as a plan began to form in your head. Grabbing your phone you looked up plane tickets for the country you knew Max was in at the moment. You knew things would be tricky without his help and you didnât even know if it would work out, but for him you had to try. Selecting your seat you rushed to pack a bag, noticing how the now dry and dead tulips still lay on your bedroom vanity, the pink now much less vibrant and tinged with brown. Your stomach flipped and you hoped to god it would all work out.
You knew which hotel the team usually stayed at when they were racing in that specific country and so after making a quick stop you headed straight there, planning to just wait until you were spotted by someone from the team who recognised you and took pity on you. You didnât have to wait long as one of Maxâs race engineers was exiting the building just as your taxi pulled up. Clambering out of the vehicle as you spotted him, he smiled and waved,
âHey! Didnât know you were coming this weekend? Max usually says something.â
âAh,â you shuffled awkwardly, not wanting to give anything away about your strained relationship, âitâs a surprise!â His eyes widened and he grinned at you knowingly, especially when he spotted what you carried in your arms.
âWell⊠Seeing as itâs you, Iâll give you his room number.â After obtaining the information you needed you thanked him and headed inside, getting on the elevator and pressing the button for his floor as you thanked whatever higher powers there were that so far the plan was working. As the bell dinged for your floor you gulped, a whole new wave of nerves and anxiety washing over you. What if he didnât want to see you? What if he got angry with you and sent you away? But what if he heard you out? Oh crap, what were you gonna say?Â
Through your internal rambling, you had somehow managed to walk to his door and now you stood frozen. Unable to knock and unable to move. Swallowing the lump in your throat you knocked the door gently. You heard a crash and then a curse in Dutch came from inside and you winced. Oh god, if he was already in a bad mood⊠This wouldnât help. The door swung open and a tired looking Max stood there. Dressed in cosy sweatpants and navy hoodie, no logos in sight but still fitting his team colours. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of you in front of him.Â
âY/N?â You gave the softest of smiles nervously,
âHi Maxie.â
You werenât sure what youâd expected when you saw him. Youâd thought about how he might yell or cry or get mad or slam the door in your face but you certainly hadnât expected him to grab your arms and pull you into a hug, burying his face in your neck,
âFuck, I missed you so much Iâm so sorryâŠâ You sniffled, pulling back and looking at him,
âWhy are you sorry?! Iâm sorry! I never should have doubted you-â
âI never should have pressured you-â
âYou didnât! I never should have jumped to conclusions about how things would end. God. Itâs been so miserable without youâŠâ You noticed his eyes growing tearful.
âHere, come in.â He gently pulled you into the room and closed the door behind you. Your eyes swept the room and zeroed in on an object on his bed,
âIs that my t-shirt?â You asked incredulously, mouth gaping at him slightly as he rushed to shove it in his suitcase,
âN-no!â
âMax EmilianâŠâ Your voice was low,
âM-maybeâŠâ You gave him a pointed stare and he relented,
âOkay yes fine it is.â He sighed, âI found it at my apartment that night when I got back and⊠I just⊠I didnât have you and it was the closest thingâŠâ He trailed off, sitting on the bed. You padded across the room to take a seat next to him, one hand gently rubbing his back,
âI know Maxie⊠Me too.â His head rested on your shoulder and you inhaled shakily, it was now or never.Â
You looked back across the room at where your things lay in the entrance. You stood up and made your way over, picking up what you needed before turning back to him with your arms behind your back.
âIâm about to say somethingâŠâ His head shot up to look at you, âand I need you to let me finish.â You gave him a tearful smile and he swore he felt his breathing quicken as you practically echoed his words from a few weeks ago. You approached him and offered him the bouquet from behind your back. He stared at it for a moment before his eyes flicked up to look at yours.
âRed roses?â You nodded, unable to keep looking at him - partly shy and partly terrified of his answer, until he gently held your chin and tilted your head up to meet his gaze once more,
âRed roses.â
âYou know what they mean donât you?â
âI picked them for a reason.â He stood up and gently took them from you, one hand sliding round your waist to pull you into him,
âBabyâs breath?â
âBabyâs breath.â You looked down, breathing your answer as his face got closer to yours.
âIs this your speech then?â You let out a breath,
âI figured I would let the flowers speak for themselves, god knows youâve been doing it long enough.â
His lips were practically on yours and it took everything in you to keep standing as his next words were brushed against your lips,
âIs this your answer then?â You nodded,
âNo schat, please⊠Let me hear you say itâŠâ His eyes closed as he felt your shuddering breath,
âYes, Max. Yes, I want to try with you, I love you and thatâs enough to tell me we should try-â Any further words you had were cut off by Maxâs lips meeting yours. His grip around your waist tightened, the flowers sliding from his other hand to the floor as he gently cupped your face, thumb rubbing back and forth across your cheek. You couldnât help the way you smiled against his lips and he laughed at the feeling, the two of you giggling and grinning between kisses like the lovesick idiots you were.Â
Red roses; declaration of love, Babyâs breath; eternal love.  Â
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baby fever (b.c)
this man needs to chill because i can only take so much đ ngl, this is probably the most i've written in a while, and i'm really glad to provide some cute fics for you guys đ©· i hope you like it!
feedback is greatly appreciated đ„°
âDo you have everything?â Chan asks you while unloading the rental car.
You take a peek into the back seat of the car, making sure both of you had everything. âI don't see anything,â you reassure him.
Chan walks towards your mother's house, presents stacked in his hands. You gently rub his back as you walk up the steps. You knock a couple of times before opening the door, announcing your presence.
âMy baby's home!â Your mother's voice reaches your ears, causing you to grin ear to ear.
You give her a quick hug before making sure Chan gets into the house okay. You shut the front door behind him and rest a hand on his forearm.
âDo you need help with anything?â You ask him, moving to grab a couple of the gifts.
âI got it, baby,â he reassures you with a head shake. He leans down to press a quick kiss on your lips before walking over towards the Christmas tree.
You giggle to yourself, gently biting your lip after he walks away. Your mother nudges your arm, snapping you from your thoughts. You lift your head to look at her, seeing a smirk on her lips.
âWhen's the wedding?â She jokes with you.
A groan leaves your lips as you start to feel embarrassed. âNot for a little while,â you tell her with a shy laugh. Your gaze finds Chan, silently watching him distribute the presents. âI don't even know if he wants to marry me.â
She lets out a scoff, crossing her arms over her chest. âHoney, that boy is infatuated with you. He'd be crazy not to marry you.â
âWe'll see where life takes us,â you mention, the smile on your lips growing when you meet your boyfriend's eyes.
âI want to be the first one to know if he does propose,â your mother whispers into your ear as she walks by, joining everyone in the kitchen.
You playfully roll your eyes, keeping yourself from blushing. Chan gives the older woman a quick hug as she walks by before making his way back to you.
âWhat were you two chuckling about?â He asks, tapping his fingertip on the tip of your nose.
âJust girl stuff,â you vaguely lie, leaning on your toes to kiss his lips. Chan hums into the kiss, his hands grabbing a hold of yours.
He mumbles a quick, "I love you," against your lips, planting one more kiss before fully pulling away. âWhy don't we go say hi to everyone,â Chan mentions, squeezing your hands in his.
You nod your head and lead him into your kitchen. You greet the rest of your family, giving them hugs and kisses. You make grabbing hands at the toddler in your big sister's arms.
âHi, baby boy,â you squeal, holding the one and half year old baby. He smiles at you, bringing his tiny hand to your cheek. âYou're getting so big!â
You rest the baby on your hip, lightly bouncing him in your arms. Ji-ho squeals and kicks his little legs into your side. You release a little cry and point at the little man.
âWatch your feet, mister! You're gonna hurt Auntie,â you chuckle, adjusting his legs so they're sitting comfortably.
âHe loves to kick,â your sister mentions, walking over to her son. âI forgot to tell you.â
You playfully scoff as she pinches the boy's cheeks. âThat would've been some crucial information, Joon,â you tell her with a smile.
Chan moves to stand behind you, and you can hear him coo at Ji-ho. You glance over your shoulder, watching him smile at your nephew. His dimples are present, and you can feel your heart fluttering in your chest.
âDo you want to hold him?â You ask him, turning to face him.
Your boyfriend's gaze moves from you to your older sister. âWould that be okay?â He asks her politely.
âOf course!â
Chan takes the baby from you, lifting him higher for a quick second before resting him on his hip. âHi, buddy,â he whispers in his baby voice, tickling his stomach.
Ji-ho squeals again, more giggles coming from the baby's lips. He rests his head on Chan's shoulder, his tiny hands gripping his shirt. Your heart feels like it's swelling even larger as you witness your boyfriend interacting with him.
You pull your phone out and snap a couple of photos. He'd make such a great dad⊠You think to yourself as Chan starts walking around the kitchen with Ji-ho.
Your mother pats your back gently, snapping you from your thoughts. She gives you a knowing smile before nodding her head towards Chan.
âBaby,â you call out to him, capturing his attention. You motion your head towards the hallway. Your sister takes Ji-ho from him as you excuse the two of you.
Chan slips his arms around your waist as you walk down the hallway. You rest your hands on top of his, and you feel like your heart's going to fly out of your chest.
âEverything okay?â He whispers into your ear while stepping into your childhood bedroom.
You nod your head and gently shut the door. His eyes dance between you and the bedroom door. You take a couple of steps towards the taller man, resting your hands on his cheeks.
âHave I told you how much I love you?â You ask in a whisper, gently stroking his cheek.
âOf course,â he whispers back to you, placing his hands on your hips. âWhat's this ab-â
You cut him off by leaning on your toes, kissing his lips. A moan leaves his lips while his grip on you tightens. One of your arms wraps around his neck as you deepen the kiss.
Chan pulls away from you abruptly, and you attempt to chase his lips, not having enough. âBaby, baby,â he mumbles, moving his hands to your arms. âWhat's gotten into you?â
You feel embarrassed at how needy you are, but seeing him with a baby has made you a little feral. He gently rubs your arms as you find yourself looking at the carpet.
âI might have baby fever,â you whisper loud enough for him to hear.
He giggles and bends down a little to look in your eyes. âOh yeah?â He smiles at you, bringing one of his hands to your cheek.
You can feel your cheeks begin to blush, and you push him playfully. âYou know what? I hate you,â you laugh, moving past him to lay on your bed.
Chan laughs with you and lays down beside you. âI love you too, baby,â he grins ear to ear before kissing your forehead. He peppers more kisses all over your face. âSo, you want a baby?â
A groan leaves your lips after hearing his question. âNot right now, obviously,â you tell him, finding his hand before lacing your fingers together. âBut, in the future, I'd like to have a family with you.â
His lips find yours and he kisses you passionately. Your free hand grips the sweater he's wearing, feeling your heart pounding in your chest.
Chan pulls away and rests his forehead on yours. âI would love to have a family with you, baby.â
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Hi lovely! Me again but with an actual request this time đđ would you be able to write poly!marauders with reader who just got their wisdom teeth out and theyâre all taking her home and taking care of her while sheâs all loopy and hyped up on pain meds. I think itâd be so silly and cute. Only if you want to though! Much love and thanks!
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Sirius had offered to be the one to drive you, but no one had let him because of how upset you all knew heâd get. As soon as you come through the door, Remus knows theyâd made the right decision.Â
âI know, darling,â James' voice is low, sympathetic, and a bit panicked, âbut I promise you can have them in a couple of days, alright?â
Sirius leaves the dishwater to get cold, beelining for the front door. Remus is hot on his tail. They find James kneeling in front of you, untying your shoes while tears dribble off your chin and into his hair.
âI can make you a smoothie, or mashed potatoes, or any non-solid your heart desires.â He turns his head, mouthing help.Â
Your face only crumples miserably, and James looks nearly like he might cry too but Sirius comes to his rescue.Â
âHey, sweet girl.â He palms the back of your head, careful of your face as he tilts it up towards him. âWhatâs got you so wound up, huh?âÂ
âHe wonât let me have marshmallows,â you cry, words all garbled by the gauze in your mouth.Â
âSo mean,â Sirius commiserates. âIâll do you one better and make you a chocolate milk, howâs that sound?âÂ
Your tears dry instantly. James lifts your ankle to take off your shoe, and you grip Siriusâ arms, beaming up at him. Or beaming as best you can, with your mouth all numb and full of cotton.Â
âThat sounds amazing,â you sigh, blissful.Â
Sirius grins right back at you, his hand coasting down your neck and back up again. Remus can tell heâs dying to touch your face the way he normally would, but he restrains himself. âYouâve got a deal,â he says as James pries off your other shoe. âCome watch me work.âÂ
He steers you toward the kitchen, Remus passing a hand over your head as you go by. You give him a sweet, lovelorn look in return.Â
âCan she have her gauze out soon?â he asks James once youâre in the kitchen.Â
He sets your shoes by the door. âYeah, it should be fine by now. They said a half hour.â James leans against the couch and passes a hand over his face. He looks so worn out Remus canât help but cross the room to him, taking his hand and kissing it lightly.
âWas she very upset the whole time?â he asks.
âNo, sheâs been all over the place. Far worse than you, though.âÂ
Remus feels heat rise to his face at the memory. Heâd had his wisdom teeth out last summer and reportedly spent the rest of the day clinging to whoever was nearest, grousing about how tired he was but never actually going to sleep.Â
âOh, uhâŠâ James digs in his pocket. A few receipts and a dime come out, then a small bottle of pills. âThey said she should start on these once she got home, but I canât get them open. Can you try?âÂ
âMhm.â
âThanks.â Jamesâ eyes widen, and he rushes off to the kitchen, saying something to Sirius about how they canât let you use a straw. Remus follows a few steps behind, reading the label of the pill bottle before twisting the top off. It was childproofed, bless him.Â
When he enters the kitchen, Sirius has you sat up on the counter and is poking around in your mouth. He takes out the gauze carefully, one piece at a time, and sets it on the counter. Remus makes a mental note to deep-clean that later. Your eyes follow Siriusâ movements, slowly widening.Â
âIs all that blood from me?â Your voice carries a slight quiver.Â
âThat?â Sirius says swiftly. âNo, thatâs old blood. Youâre good as new now.âÂ
âOh,â you breathe, deflating a bit in relief. Remus chuckles, and your eyes fly to him, lighting. âRem!âÂ
You open your arms wide. He steps into them, raising his eyebrows at James as you grip his shoulders tightly.Â
âTold you,â James stage-whispers. âAll over the place.âÂ
âI can hear you,â you say, words muffled into Remusâ sweater. He pets the back of your head pacifyingly.Â
âHow are you, sweetheart?âÂ
You take some time to mull this over. âMâokay,â you decide. âIâm a little sad they had to take my tongue, but it could be worse I guess.âÂ
âThey didnât take your tongue,â James says, like itâs not the first time heâs had to tell you this, âyou just had some teeth removed.âÂ
âTheyâre dismantling me,â you say morosely. Itâs clear youâve accepted your fate.Â
Remus strokes your hair again, leaning away slightly so youâll look up at him. You do, and even with your glassed-over eyes and puffy cheeks youâre the cutest thing heâs ever seen.Â
âIâm glad youâre not hurting too badly,â he hums, cupping the side of your head. You smile dopily and lean into the touch. âIâve got a pill thatâll help make sure you donât hurt later, too.âÂ
Sirius passes you your chocolate milk so you can take it, and James clucks about how you need to take slow, careful sips all the way until youâve drained the glass. As soon as itâs out of your grasp youâve replaced it with Remusâ hand, your fingers tracing the lines of his palm with idle fascination.Â
âFeel like watching a film?â he asks you softly.Â
You hum. âThat sounds nice. Can I have the fuzzy pillow because theyâre taking me apart?âÂ
Remus huffs a laugh, and James groans. âNobodyâs taking you apart, darling,â he reasons. âThe dentist only took the unimportant bits.âÂ
âBit by bit,â you sigh.Â
James looks in distress, so Remus takes the crook of his elbow in hand, squeezing lightly as Sirius eases you off the counter and into his hold. Remus thinks youâll be lucky if he releases you before tomorrow.Â
âYou can have all the pillows if you want them,â Sirius promises you. âMy poor girl, being taken apart bit by bit. You can have whatever you want.â
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FIRESIDE. âž farmhand!rafe cameron au [1.1k]
summary. rafe cameron. everything you need and more.
ê° WARNINGS ê± àŒââ„ afab!reader, farmerâs daughter au!, reader calls her dad âdaddyâ but itâs obvs not sexual (itâs country. itâs a country thing itâs normal.), porn with minimal plot, ooc rafe (heâs just sweeter in this lmao), mutual pining, friends with benefits, except reader has such an awful crush on him, unprotected p in v, public sex (no one sees), against a barn oops, dirty talk, fingering, praise, creampie.
reign speaks. i have a rlly bad obsession on the farmerâs daughter aesthetic rn so pls just bare with me while i literally milk the ever living hell out of it. a lot of farmerâs daughter/country auâs in the drafts rn. rafe, leon, ghost, you name it. just let me cook yâall i swear something good will come of it i promise LMAO. sorry about any spelling errors i wrote this in two hoursđ
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rafe cameron had an incredible way of making you feel both wanted and wholly confused all at once. he could be at your feet, begging you to follow him around whilst he did his farm work for your father, to keep him company and fill his ears with your voice of honey. heâd look at you as if you yourself had put the very moon and stars in the sky, as if youâd put them there just for him. hell, he even carved a small heart out of wood and attached it to some ribbon and gently wrapped it around your wrist.
heâd do all this just to continue calling you his friend.
his friend that he occasionally fucks dumb every week. the friend whose brain he turns to mush with his sweet words as he thrusts his cock deep into your cunt. the friend that he spends more time pleasuring than himself.
this time was no different. just another time when you snuck out of your bedroom window and into the warm night, illuminated by the soft hues of the moons glow. the note he had slipped into your hand earlier in the day had been discarded in a box under your bed.
(where you kept all of the notes heâd given you. shamefully, you must admit).
now, you find yourself being pressed against the side of your fatherâs old barn, towered over by rafe, mouths colliding in mutual desperate need. you pawed at his clothe covered chest, taking the fabric in your fist. his hand held the back of your neck while the other gripped at the skin on your hip, having pushed itself up and under your floral cotton nightgown. his fingers toyed with the waistband of your panties but never dared to go further, not yet.
the feeling of rafe took over your senses. he rendered you unable to form any thoughts other than him. it was embarrassingâthe effect he had on you.
he pulled away against his own wishes to catch some air. but the look in his eyes, the look, forbade you from breathing any air at all.
âi missed you today,â he confesses. his voice is like silk against skin. smooth and gentle. âwhereâd you go?â
you smiled at him. âran some errands with daddy. needed tâ get a new rake since someone broke the other one.â
âi told you, it was an accident!â
the laugh that escapes him makes butterflies form in your belly.
âi know, âm just teasinâ.â you run your hand through his hair. when he leans back in and kisses you deeply, gently nipping your bottom lip, you tug lightly at the roots of his hair. the groan he lets out sends shocks through you.
you felt anticipation build up higher and higher when rafeâs index and middle fingers grazed over your clothed cunt, feeling the wet patch and knowing how wet you were already. he applied slight pressure to your clit over your panties, making you whine desperately.
ârafe, please.â
he made a faux pouty expression, displaying fake confusion. âwhat? iâm just teasinâ.â
he is not mocking you right now.
he let out a small laugh before dipping his hands into your panties and finally drawing small circles on your clit. you moaned a little too loud at the sudden feeling, making rafe clamp his free hand over your mouth.
he then pushes a finger, then two, into your sopping cunt, curling them slightly. your eyes practically roll to the back of your head. you were thankful he had your mouth covered, otherwise you wouldâve woken up not only the animals on the farm, but also your parents inside the the house.
rafe wasnât holding back, giving you exactly what you wanted and needed. âgod, sheâs so wet fâr me, baby. you been missinâ me? missed my words? my fingers? my cock?â
you nodded the best you could with his hand on your mouth. your abdomen constricting with every sharp jolt of pleasure he gave you. an all too familiar feeling was rising too fast for you to prepare for.
but just as quickly it came, it left when he retracted his hands entirely.
you wanted to plead, you wouldâve if not for the mouth guard, but instead you attempted to grab at rafeâs hand once again. he just shook his head, shushing you softly and undoing his belt with one hand. christ, you couldâve cum right then.
âdonât worry, baby, iâm gonna take care of you.â
he pulls your panties down and they pool at your ankles. you only have time to step one foot out of them before heâs grabbing at your leg and pulling it against his waist, your panties hanging from your ankle.
rafe takes his hand off your mouth and instead wraps it around your neck and captures your lips with his. in one push, he filled you to the brim with his cock.
your jaw falls slack as moans upon moans escape you. there was nothing rafe couldâve done to muffle you now. with him hitting every spot inside of you that had you seeing stars, you were done for.
the wood of the barn walls scraped against your bare shoulders, rafeâs hand sneaking up and under your nightgown to grope at your tits, pinching your nipples.
ârafe, rafeâfuck!ââ
âwatch your mouth, princess,â rafe warns. the nickname making your mind swirl. âi know it feels good, yâpussyâs just squeezinâ me. like it wont let me move.â
ââm sorry! âm sorry!â you could barely think. his cock stretched you so much, providing the perfect combination of stinging pleasure.
once again, you felt the knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter the more rafe fucks his cock into you. you attempted to grasp at any part of him that you could get ahold of and the only word you could mumble out was his name, over and over, until you finally let go. your body spasmed, eyes screwing shut in pleasure. rafe fucked you through your orgasm before he came inside you, against his better judgment. his hips stuttered back and forth, grinding himself against you as much as he could until he had nothing left to give you.
he stilled as you two caught your breaths, until he eventually pulled out and fixed himself back up.
âlift your foot, baby.â
you lifted your foot as he said and he put it through your panties, lifting them up your legs and resting them back against your wet cunt. his cum pooled from you and into your panties, but you didnât care. youâll just wash them tomorrow.
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"Damn, Y/N," he murmured, running his hand through your mildly tangled hair. "You're something else."
You smile, feeling utterly sated and content. "And don't you forget it, cowboy," you reply, planting a lazy kiss onto his bare chest.
Pairing: Tyler Owens x fem! Reader
Genre: smut
Word count: 5206
Summary: Tyler comforts you through a panic attack after a storm. He then rescues you from your fight with Javi. You take a drive to a hotel and then things get very heated.
a/n: this is entirely a reader insert to the movie bc I thought it would fit so perfectly. Also this is the longest oneshot Iâve ever wrote lmao đ Hopefully you enjoy!
When you moved to New York it wasnât just to get away from the place where your friends all died. It was because you couldnât live there without feeling guilt about being the reason everyone was out there to begin with. The shame and guilt was burning you, inside and out. All for what? What did it get you? Nothing. If you couldnât tame a tornado you were going to do everything in your power to help people prepare and get out before it was too late. So when Javi came to you asking for help with storm par, you wanted to tell him no. You wanted to say that there was no way you could ever possibly go back not after what you did.
But when he was explaining how they would be making a perfect 3D scan of the tornado and how it can be used to help save lives, you knew you had to help. He was right. You could get him close enough to the tornado in order to set up the portable units.
As time passes you find yourself more intrigued by the self proclaimed âTornado Wranglerâ, whatever thatâs supposed to mean. At the same time though, heâs frustrating. Like all he cares about is chasing the storm and making money instead of realizing how much damage these things cause.
âJavi, we have to help.â You say sternly as he keeps talking about the stupid sensor. âJavi! Itâs a small town, theyâre going to need all the help they can get, we need to help.â He sighs.
âAlright, alright. Iâll look for it later, okay?â You press a hand to his arm gently. âYou made a good call. They really do need our help.â Javi pulls off to the side of the road, taking the keys out. You quickly leave the truck and go off to help.
We worked through the afternoon, finding lost heirlooms, important documents, and small mementos that people had thought were lost forever. Each time, their faces would light up with relief, and Iâd feel a small sense of satisfaction, knowing I could make a difference.
The sun had broken through the clouds, casting long shadows over the town. The cleanup was far from over, but the worst was behind us. People were starting to talk again, making plans to rebuild. There was a sense of hope in the air, fragile but growing stronger with each passing minute.
Youâre watching Javi and Scott interacting with an old guy and someone who lost their bar. Your eyebrows furrow as they offer him a card. âDidnât know storm par was in the business of helping people,â you hear the familiar cowboyâs voice ringing through the air.
âWell, from what I see theyâre trying to make a difference.â You turn to look at Tyler, wrapping your arms around your upper body.
âThatâs one way of putting it,â he narrows his eyes while looking behind you at Javi.
âWhat?â you clench your jaw.
âDo you even know who youâre chasing for?â, his voice raises slightly. âHow much more do these people got to lose before yâall are done making a difference?â His face tightens as he grinds his teeth slightly.
âSorry, says the guy setting up shop selling t-shirts and mugs after a stormâs hit.â You turn around before he can answer. Pulling the keys Javi gave you out of your pocket. Right as youâre reaching for the door, Lily yells your name.
âHey, take some food,â she hands you a brown takeout box and a water bottle.
âOh, I donât have any cash on me,â you give a half smile.
âItâs okay, thatâs why we're always selling shirts and mugs, so we can help give people food.â You shake your head as your eyes widen slightly.
âThen you should keep it, in case you run out.â She hands you the water bottle.
âAt least take the water, stay hydrated.â You nod and tell her to stay safe.
Once you get back to the motel you quickly take a shower. Sitting down on the bed with your laptop you look up âMarshall Riggsâ you bite down on your cheek, your eyes closing after you read up on him. Pinching your nose bridge you let out a sigh, closing the device.
Thereâs a knock at the door, you get up slowly and open it. âSome of Javiâs crew said you were staying down by the rodeo.â You donât say anything in return so he offers you a small pizza box. âThought you might be hungry,â you take it and shut the door in his face.
You reopen the door, âThank you, Tyler.â He smiles sweetly.
âHow are you doinâ, after all that?â Your head nods softly. âHow about I show you something nice, city girl.â He offers you his arm.
âAnd whatâs that?â Stepping out of your room you close and lock the door before taking his arm. He doesnât reply but instead leads you to the stadium at the rodeo. The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm, golden light over the dusty rodeo grounds. The air buzzed with excitement and the scent of grilled food, mingling with the earthy smell of the arena. Families filled the bleachers, kids waving flags and clutching cotton candy, while seasoned rodeo-goers leaned against the rails, hats tipped low, eyes sharp with anticipation.
As the night wore on, the rodeo continuedâsteer wrestling, bronc riding, and more, each event bringing its own excitement and challenges. The crowd cheered, laughed, and gasped, caught up in the spectacle. In the arena, cowboys were competing in the team roping event. Dust kicked up as the horses thundered forward, riders expertly casting their lassos around the horns of the steers. The crowd roared with approval when a duo managed to secure a flawless catch, the announcerâs voice booming in congratulations.
âSo tell me about yourself city girl,â Tylerâs voice is low and gentle.
âYou know you keep calling me that,â you turn to him, â but this isnât my first rodeo, I grew up here in Oklahoma.â Turning back to the events in front of you.
âWould you look at that, I finally learned something about you.â His lips curve up as he admires your side profile.
Back behind the scenes, in the holding pens, a few of the seasoned ranch hands started to glance nervously at the sky. They could see it nowâa line of dark, swirling clouds on the horizon, moving faster than seemed natural. A wind had picked up, too, sharper and colder than it had been just minutes ago. But the rodeo continued, the excitement and noise drowning out any sense of unease.
A leaf falls onto your head, you reach your hand up into the air as you watch the leaves fall around you. âTyler, the air feels heavy, this isnât right.â
In the ring, the next event was starting: the barrel racing. A young girl was about to make her run when a sharp crack of thunder boomed overhead, so loud it momentarily drowned out the announcer. The crowd murmured, looking up at the sky as the first raindrops began to fall. But as she rounded the first barrel, the wind hit, strong and fierce, whipping dust and debris across the arena. The rain intensified, turning into a heavy downpour that sent people in the stands scrambling for cover. The announcer tried to keep up the energy, but his voice was lost in the wind. In the distance, a low, ominous rumble filled the airânot thunder this time, but something far more menacing.
There's barely time to react before the rodeoâs emergency siren began to wail, a long, shrill warning that sent a chill down everyoneâs spine. People were running, some heading for their cars, others diving for the nearest ditch or sturdy structure. The craze of people began pushing and trampling one another, Tyler quickly grabs a woman who fell. He helps her up to her feet and guides you toward the hotel youâre staying at.
âThere! Letâs check for a basement,â you nod as you both run inside. Thereâs a couple arguing with the clerk, youâre checking around for a doorway that might lead to a basement. Tyler tries to ask the man working the front desk but to no avail. âOutside, thereâs an empty pool.â You yell to Tyler, âwe can try thereâ he nods and you begin leading the young mother and daughter out the door, Owenâs and the man follow close behind. Once you get the mother and girl down you jump in. Directing them toward the open piping. âHold on there, cover her head.â
You grasp onto the pipes holding on tight as you feel Tylerâs chest pressing against your back. He keeps his hands tight around the bars, he keeps himself tight against you making sure you donât move.
âYouâre gonna be okay, keep holding on. Iâve got you. Iâve got youâ heâs whispering into your ear. You tightly squeeze your eyes shut feeling as though youâre being transported back to the day when you lost everything.
It started with a flutter in your chest, like the faint rustling of wings. You tried to ignore it, chalking it up to nerves, but the flutter didnât go away. Instead, it grew stronger, spreading through your body like wildfire. Your breathing quickened, shallow and rapid, each breath feeling like it wasnât enough, like there wasnât enough air.
It started with trembling hands, and then your whole body followed, shaking uncontrollably. Feeling lightheaded, as if the ground beneath you had suddenly disappeared, leaving you suspended in a void. My chest tightened, squeezing tighter and tighter, making it even harder to breathe.
As quickly as the storm had begun, it passed over. Tyler wraps his arms around you. âY/N? Is everything okay?â Your body continues to shake as you canât seem to breathe. âItâs okay, just follow my breathing,â he turns you around so your face is in his chest.
âDeep breaths, in and out,â Tyler gives gentle directions as he rubs his palms over your arms.
âI think Iâm okay now..â your voice is soft and hoarse as you choke the words out. His cold, rough hand gently brushes the hair from your face.
âYou look like youâve been through hell tonight.â He says, while helping you out of the pool. You stifle a small laugh in response. Boone and the rest of his crew come up to the pair of you, asking if youâre both alright.
âY/N, baby. Are you okay?â Javi appears behind you, his hands gently pressing into your hips as he pulls you into a tight hug.
Tyler feels a pang of jealousy as he watches Javi slide his hands lovingly around your hips and pull you into the hug. He tries to shake the feeling, reminding himself that itâs not his place to care. Still, he canât help but feel a sense of protectiveness wash over him.
âI came as soon as I heard,â his eyes filled with worry as you looked up at him. âWhere did you hide out? The pool?â You just nod in response, finding comfort in his arms. Javi keeps repeatedly asking if youâre okay, running his fingers through your hair and resting one hand on your waist.
âYes, Iâm okay. Itâs okay,â you pull away from him, giving a soft smile. âI was with Tyler the whole time, he made sure I was okay.â He nods but his eyes flicker behind you.
âJavi, your little girlfriend is fine, now let's get to work.â Scott says loudly, catching the attention of Tyler and Lily. âApparently this place was family owned so Iâm gonna start working on numbers. Riggs is gonna want those first thing.â His voice and face are both emotionless and cold, sending a slight shiver down your spine.
âWait wait,â you hold onto his arm. âWhat exactly is Riggs getting out of all your data collection?â
âWhatâs the matter?â He scratches his neck and awkward expression flashing over his features.
âIs profiting off of peopleâs tragedy part of your business plan? Why are you doing this?â You pull away from his body.
âRiggs is offering these people a way to move on with their lives.â He takes a step back from you, his voice raising slightly.
âSwooping in and taking advantage of people, who have just lost everythingâ you take a deep breath to steady your shaky voice âYou have no idea what thatâs likeâ
âI donât know what thatâs like?â His fist clenches âHow about losing three of my best friends while you were trying to land a big fat grant for your science project?â
Your eyes fill with fresh tears as you look up at him, lip quivering. âTake your keys, Iâm done.â You toss them at his feet walking off as fast as you can. Finding yourself drawn to Tyler and his wrangler team.
Tyler witnessed the whole exchange, and his protective instinct flares up again. He watches you stomp away from Javi, a mixture of anger and concern etched on his face. He notices the tears in your eyes and the wobble in your lip. He steps forward and places a gentle hand on your shoulder. âHey, sweetheart. You okay?â
âCan you just take me somewhere please?â Your voice trembles while Javi yells after you. Asking you not to leave like this.
Tyler shoots a warning glare over his shoulder at Javi before turning back to you. âOf course, darling. Anywhere you want to go.â Owenâs voice is soft and soothing, a stark contrast to his rough exterior.
He gently takes your elbow, steering you away from Javi, and his crew. Tyler leads you over to his Truck in the parking lot where the motel once was, his hand still on your elbow. Tyler opens the passenger door and guides you onto the seat, shutting the door before making his way around to the driver's side.
A sigh escapes your lips as you relax into the seat. You softly massage your nose bridge keeping your eyes squeezed shut as a tear escapes one of your eyes.
Tyler watches you silently as you try to regain your composure. He can sense the pain and hurt radiating off of you, and he wishes he could take it all away. After a few moments, he breaks the silence. âHey, look at me for a second.â He puts his hand on your knee rubbing small circles into your skin.
You open up your eyes, turning to look at him. Your lip still quivering slightly. Tylerâs heart aches as he looks into your tearful eyes. He reaches out and gently wipes the tear away with his thumb, his rough hands surprisingly tender against your face.
âHey, you donât need to worry about anything right now. Youâre gonna stay with me tonight, okay?â His hand travels down your cheek as he leans over and presses a soft kiss to your forehead. Before he starts the car he reaches into the backseat pulling out one of his hats, putting it on with his signature smile.
âYou know, you deserve way better than that,â he turns the keys in the ignition. âYou can do way better than him anyway.â You giggle while brushing your teary eyes.
âDo you think Javi and I are a couple?â Your once sorrow filled eyes light up with your laugh. A small smile tugs at the corner of Tyler's mouth as he watches you laugh. The sight of your smile warms his heart, and the pang of jealousy eases a bit.
âI mean, he seemed pretty possessive of you back there. And the way he was touchinâ up on youâŠâ he lets his voice trail off, his jaw clenching slightly at the memory.
âDonât tell me that makes you jealous,â a small smirk decorates your lips. You lean closer to his side, turning your body to further face him.
Tylerâs breath hitches as you lean closer to him, a wave of electricity coursing through his veins. He tries to keep his cool, but the hint of possessiveness flickers in his eyes once again.
âJealous? Me?â he scoffs, trying to convince himself more than you.
Your eyes light up âOh youâre totally jealous,â you brush your fingers over the skin on his arms, moving your hand to meet his.
A shiver runs down Tylerâs spine as your fingers travel along his skin, his heartbeat quickening at your touch. He tries to maintain a cool demeanor, but the flutter in his chest gives him away.
âJealous? Of that jackass?â, his voice a little rougher this time. He looks down at your hand in his, noticing how small and delicate it looks against his own, rough and calloused hands. He swallows hard, fighting the urge to interlace his fingers with yours.
âIs that so?â You interlock your fingers with his as you lean over to kiss his temple. âItâs okay to be jealous, just tell me you donât like seeing other men touching me,â you whisper into his ear, your voice filled with amusement.
Tyler takes a sharp breath as you interlace your fingers with his, his hand clamping tight around yours. âIt does make me jealous,â he admits, his voice a gravelly whisper. His free hand squeezes the steering wheel, the muscles in his arm flexing tightly. âAlright, I donât like seeing other men touchinâ you.â He brushes his thumb over the top of your hand.
A blush quickly rises up your face as you squeeze his hand firmly. Resting your head against his shoulder you bite down on the inside of your cheek. âAre we almost to a hotel?â Your heart races as you feel the muscles in his arm flexing.
Tyler glances out the window at the passing scenery, trying to distract himself from the feeling of you resting against his shoulder. He clears his throat before speaking, his voice still low and rough.
âWeâre almost there. Just a few more minutes.â He rubs his thumb over your knuckles, the gentle movement betraying the tension in his body. He canât help but steal a glance down at you, taking in your blushing face and the way you bite down on your lip. He fights the urge to pull you into his lap and press his lips against yours.
Using your free hand you run your fingers over his thigh, letting your mind wander as you think about your plans for the night. Trailing your hand closer and closer to his hips teasingly.
Tylerâs breath hitches as you run your fingers along his thigh, his body tense as you trail your hand closer to his hips. His mind starts racing with impure thoughts, visions of you pinned beneath him, your skin against his. He swallows hard, his muscles tensing further as he tries to control himself.
âYouâre playinâ a dangerous game, you know that?â his voice low and rough, almost coming out as a growl.
âYeah?â You run your fingers over his golden belt buckle, âI like dangerous games,â your tongue poking out as you lick your bottom lip.
Tyler swallows hard when you touch his golden belt buckle, his body shuddering under your touch. He shifts in his seat, trying to hide the effect youâre having on him while also struggling to keep his eyes on the road.
âOh yeah? How dangerous are you willing to go?â he asks, his voice thick with desire. He glances down at your tongue on your lip, his eyes darkening as he imagines what it would feel like against his skin.
âThat depends, love,â you press soft kisses into his neck, moving your hand from his, resting it on his chest. âHow far are you gonna wanna go?â Your eyes flicker to the hotel sign as the truck pulls into the parking lot.
Tyler lets out a shaky breath as you pepper kisses along his neck, his heart stuttering at the feeling of your lips on his skin. He places a hand over yours on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart thundering beneath your touch.
âDamn, darlinâ, youâre really testing my limits right now.â he manages to say, his voice a growl. âBut if it were up to me Iâd go as far as youâd let me.â
He looks out the window as the truck pulls into the hotel parking lot, his mind racing with all the possibilities that the night holds. He leaps out of the truck running to your side to open the door for you.
âWell, you better hurry up and find us a room then,â you shut the door behind you. You pull the hat from his head, placing it on yours.
Tyler watches you stride ahead of him, his eyes drinking in the sight of his hat sitting on your head. He adjusts his jeans, trying to hide the stiffness growing in his groin as he follows you up to the hotel check-in desk.
âYouâre a damn tease, you know that?â he mutters to you as he gets the room keys from the attendant. You flash him an innocent smile as you step into the elevator.
âBut youâre too cute when youâre flustered.â Looking up at him you press both hands against his well-built abs. You slip your thigh between his legs as he reaches for the buttons on the elevator, pressing into his groin.
Tylerâs breath hitches at the feel of your hands on his stomach, his muscles flexing under your touch. His heart nearly pounds out of his chest as your thigh brushes against his stiffness, a guttural groan escaping his lips at the contact.
âJesus, darlin'...youâre gonna be the death of me.â he pants, the words thick with lust. He struggles with the elevator buttons, his hands fumbling as his mind becomes increasingly clouded with need.
You stand up on your tippy toes to whisper in his ear âThatâs the plan,â. You move one hand up to his jaw, pulling his face to yours. âAre you gonna kiss me yet?â You mumble.
Tyler swallows hard as you tease his ear with your hot breath, his body growing taut with desire. He looks down at your face, his gaze fixated on your lips as you speak. The words send a shiver down his spine, his restraint slipping by the second.
âYou want me to kiss you, darlinâ?â his lips hover just above your own. He runs a thumb across your lower lip, his eyes darkened by lust.
âTyler, I want you to do much more than just kiss me.â Your arms wrap around his neck as you press your chest against his. âPlease,â you breathe out. The elevator dings as you get to the floor of your room.
Tylerâs control snaps at your words, a low growl escaping his lips as you press against him. He grabs your waist, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulls you close, the pleading tone of your voice nearly undoing him.
âDonât gotta ask me twice, darlinââ He mutters, his voice low and gravelly. He picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you out of the elevator and towards your room. You giggle into his ear while he unlocks the door.
Tyler grins at the sound of your giggles, his chest rumbling with a satisfied chuckle. He kicks the hotel door open, his eyes locking on the queen-sized bed in the center of the room. He sets you down on the edge of the bed, towering over you as he places his hands on your thighs. You both kick your shoes off really quickly before getting back to it.
Your hand goes to the back of his neck as you pull his face to yours. You kiss him with hunger. Your free hand sliding up his shirt as you feel his smooth abs.
Tyler groans deep in his throat as you pull him towards you, his body responding instantly to your touch. He devours your lips with a primal need, his tongue exploring your mouth as he presses his body up against yours. His muscles twitch under your hand, fire spreading through his veins as you glide your fingers across his abs.
âGoddamn it, Y/N⊠you're makin' me crazy.â he gasps, his voice thick with desire. He kisses you again, his hands roaming up your thighs, tracing the curves of your body with rough yet tender caresses.
Your hands trail down his abdomen, landing on his belt buckle once again. Your fingers fumble with his belt before successfully pulling it out. Breaking the kiss you quickly remove your shirt, throwing it to the corner of the room.
âMm TyâŠâ sucking on your bottom lip as you lean back on your hands while looking up at him seductively.
Tyler sucks in a sharp breath, his body tensing under your touch. Once you remove your shirt, revealing the soft skin beneath, his gaze trails over your body, his eyes darkened by lust. He watches you lean back on the bed, your eyes locking with his in a sultry gaze.
âMmm darlinâ...â you sit up and pull him closer by the loops on his jeans, his strong legs coming between your own, spreading them apart. Lifting up his shirt you press kisses all over his tanned skin.
He reaches his hand out to touch your exposed skin, his fingers gently tracing your collarbone. âThen why donât you do something about it baby?â You ask in a low tone.
His hands rest on your waist, pulling you closer as you spread your legs even wider for him. âOh baby, you don't know what you're gettin' yourself intoâ he whispers, his voice rumbling with need.
He suddenly grips your hips tightly and flips you onto your back, his body hovering over yours as he pins you against the bed. Reaching up you pull his shirt over his head almost moaning at the sight of his toned body.
He smirks as he watches your eyes rake over him, his ego growing at your reaction. âYou like what you see, Y/N?â He asks, his voice rough with desire as he looks down at you, his body pressing against yours.
âMost definitely,â you capture his lips in a deep kiss, maneuvering to put him on his back, straddling his hips. Moving back you unbutton his jeans and slide the zipper down. Pulling the pants off his hips you smile to yourself as you see how worked up you got him. Your hand slips into his boxers wrapping around his length.
He lets out a guttural moan, body arching into yours at the contact. âOh God, babyâŠâ he gasps, his eyes fluttering shut as he lets out a string of curses. Tyler's sharp intake of breath was your reward, and you relish in the feeling of power it gives you. He grips the bed sheets tightly as you pull his dick out, wrapping your lips around the tip.
âFuck,â he moans as you pull off and sit back on the bed, making sure your teasing antics continue. All you really want is for Tyler to take complete control and you know exactly how to make him. With slow, purposeful movements, you remove your bra, freeing your breasts and running gentle hands over your own body, nipples hardening under your touch. Then you sit back, pulling your panties off, giving him a show.
Tyler's breathing quickens, his desire palpable. "Damn it, Y/N, you know what I want," he said, his voice thick with need. "Stop teasing and give it to me."
A slow, seductive smile spreads across your face. "I'm not teasing, Tyler," you say, reaching for his hand and placing it on your thigh. "I'm just getting started." Guiding his hand, you slowly part your legs, exposing your wet, eager pussy to his touch. Tyler's fingers delve between the folds, his touch both gentle and demanding. You moan, eyebrows furrowing as you squeeze your eyes shut, your head falling back while you relish in the sensation.
"That's it," you whisper, eyes fluttering shut as your eyebrows furrow with pleasure. "Touch me, Tyler. Make me cum." Your voice comes out in a gentle beg.
Tyler's other hand joins the first, exploring your most intimate places, his thumbs circling your clit as he plunged his fingers into the tight hole. Your hips buck as you begin riding his hands with waves of pleasure crashing over you.
"Yes, just like that," you pant, your body trembling. "Oh, God, Tyler, don't stop. I'm so close."
Tyler quickens his pace, his eyes never leaving yours as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge. "Cum for me, Y/N," he commanded, his voice hoarse with desire. "Let me feel you fall apart."
With a sharp cry, you climax, your body shaking uncontrollably as pleasure rips through your entire body. Tyler continues working his magic, drawing out your orgasm and prolonging the exquisite sensation.
Finally, as the waves of pleasure subside, you collapse into the bed, your chest heaving as you try to catch a breath. Tyler hovers over your frame, his eyes smoldering with a mixture of triumph and desire.
"That," he said, his voice raw, "was just the beginning. Especially after all of that teasing you did,â his voice low and sultry. Tyler's lips curve into a devilish smile as he positions himself between your trembling legs. In one smooth thrust, he enters you, filling you completely. Moaning at the stretch, your body welcomes the invasion.
Tyler begin to move, his hips driving into you with a rhythmic pace. Meeting his thrusts, your nails digging into his back as you urge him on. The bed creaks in time with their passionate dance, the sound of your guysâs passionate gasps and moans filling the room.
"Harder, Tyler," you moan, your body craving much more. "Fuck me harder."
Tyler obliges, his movements becoming more urgent as he plunges into you again and again. The room echos with the sounds of your carnal coupling, the air heavy with the scent of sex.
Your body coils tight once more, climbing towards another orgasm. "I'm gonna cum again," you cry out, voice hoarse. "Don't stop, Tyler, please don't stop."
Tyler grunts his response, his own orgasm building. He reaches between their bodies, his fingers finding your slightly swollen clit and rubbing it in circles. It was all the stimulation you needed, and with a shout of release, you shatter into pieces, juices flooding around Tyler's hard cock.
Feeling you contracting around him, Tyler finally let go, thrusting deeply into you. Moaning into your ear as he spilled his seed, filling you with his warmth. You both cling to each other, breathing coming in ragged gasps as the two of you ride out the waves of your shared ecstasy. Collapsing onto the bed, bodies still joined, Tyler rolls onto his back, bringing your exhausted body with him so laying sprawled on top of him.
"Damn, Y/N," he murmured, running his hand through your mildly tangled hair. "You're something else."
You smile, feeling utterly sated and content. "And don't you forget it, cowboy," you reply, planting a lazy kiss onto his bare chest.
a/n (again): sorry just wanted to say that Iâm working on making some more twisters smut, but i also have top gun maverick smut if yâall wanna check that out đđ
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Hellooooo, I was wondering if you could do some sfw and nsfw alphabet head canon for our beloved Wolverine?? đđđđ
NSFW ALPHABET
Pairing: Logan Howlett x Reader
Warnings: smut, literally so much shit i can't be bothered putting it all in here đ
Word count: 1.7k
A/N: never done one of these before but it was fun so enjoy
A = Aftercare (what theyâre like after sex)
Logan is always in a good mood after sex. He'll make sure you're alright, that he didn't go too rough or hurt you, and then he'd just have you in his arms. He'd be content.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of their partnerâs)
Logan is a thigh man đ he fucking loves your thighs, loves squeezing them when you're sitting together on a couch or when he's driving. He loves being between them and when your thighs squeeze around his head he is a GONE man. Often holds you down by your thighs when he's fucking you.
C = Cum (where they like to cum)
Logan loves cumming inside you. He fucks you raw and loves the feeling of his cum spurting inside your cunt. It makes him crazy, feels like he's claiming you as his, he can't get enough of it.
Often watches it drip out of you just to shove it back in (he Loves cumstuffing đ©)
He also loves coming on your stomach and back, painting you with his cum, but again, he'll cum in you at least once when you're fucking, he can't not give you a cream pieÂ
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He loves the idea of being your first. It's not necessarily a corruption kink, it's more of being able to be the person to introduce you to new things, to be the only person you think of when you think about sex. To be able to talk you through it, teach you tricks, ect.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what theyâre doing?)
Obviously Logan has experience what with being hundreds of years old. He loves to try new positions with you, showing you new things and doing stuff with you you haven't done before. He likes introducing you to things and over his 200 years alive heâs experienced A Lot of things
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Loganâs not very picky with his positions. Loves missionary so he can see your face when you come, watching what heâs doing to you. Also loves going behind so he can slam into you and be as rough as he wants. However heâs not opposed to you being on top and riding him, and fucking loves the idea of you using him to get off.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Definitely more serious. He'll play with you and tease you and flirt while fucking you, but he doesn't make jokes or laugh during sex. He gets too wrapped up in fucking you.
H = Hair (do they like hair pulling?)Â
He'll pull your hair All The Time. Almost painfully so, pulling you back to him when you try to squirm away, when youâre giving him a blowie (also makes u wear his mask sometimes so he can pull on the blow handles)
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)Â
As we know Logan has Issues with intimacy and it often comes as a hard thing for him. Often sex with you is just sex, but thet are some moments where he's fucking you that he feels safe enough to confess his intimacy to you. He's not vulnerable often, but the few times he is it's usually when you're fucking, and he feels safe enough, in power enough, to tell you things.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Logan usually relies on his memories of you when masterbating. Heâs an oldie, so doesnât take many pics/videos of u when fucking (heâs also literally so consumed with fucking you he wouldnât even think to remember it if he wanted to). Often Calls You, however, and lets you ramble about your day while he gets off to the sound of your voice
âAnything else happen?â he rasps while grunting, pumping his shaft.
âAre you jerking off-â
âKeep talking darlinâ, I'm not done yet,â he orders.
And of course you continue.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Breeding is a big one. He loooooves cumming inside of you, filling you with his cum. Never been a fan of wrapping before tapping as they say, so youâre def on birth control. Even so heâll often whisper dirty things in ur ear abt breeding bc you both just Get Off to that shit
âGonna breed all my babies into youâ
âFuck, canât wait to pump you full of my cum, gonna look so pretty pregnantâ
ect.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Logan loves to take you away on spontaneous vacation weekends to a lodge cabin in the middle of the mountains, no one else around, and just Fuck you. He goes on all weekend, loving that youâre both alone with no possible interruptions. He goes crazy about having you all to himself.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Tbh you being angry with him, yelling and pointing fingers makes him soooo horny. Angry make up sex is a usual and the ones that go on the longest. He loves taking his pent out aggression on you <3
N = No (something they wouldnât do, turn offs)
Doesnât like doing anything while youâre sleepy/asleep/drunk/ect. He wants you to know whatâs happening, to be invested and feel what heâs doing to you. Heâs also around dead ppl a lot (obviously) so having u asleep would remind him too much of dead people and it would just Not be the vibe :/
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Logan is a giver!!! Repeat it with me!! Heâs been around for hundreds of years, heâs hot, people have given him blowjobs left and right. Yet thereâs only ever been one of you. Heâs never had you before, never tasted you or fingerfucked you so ofc heâs so much more obsessed with eating out your pussy to think about receiving anything. (also, with his amount of experience, every time he does eat you out u literally have an out of body experience)
HOWEVER thatâs not to say logan doesnât enjoy receiving. Oh my lord, even if u gave the worst blowjobs in the history of Everything, the knowledge that it was your mouth around his dick would be enough to make him cum (except heâs def taught u a few tricks to make the experience even better for him)
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Bro⊠do we even need to specifyâŠ.
Logan is the roughest guy youâve ever been with. When he gets turned on he gets turned on and doesnât stop until your limp beneath him unable to form a single coherent sentence. He loves making you cockdrunk and his dumb little fuck toy.
âOh donât worry baby, you just stay there and let me fuck you okay? Thereâs a good fuck toy.â ect.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Tbh Logan is not a fan of quickies. Like if he reeaaally needs it, like if youâre wearing that red dress he bought you that leaves barely anything to the imagination, sure, heâll have a quickie (becaus tbh how could he not?)
But usually he prefers to wait until you have enough time because he is THOROUGH. He will fuck you over and over, in every single position like đ©
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Logan loooves experimenting. He loves introducing you to new things, finding new ways to push you to the edge and improve your sex life. HOWEVER. Risks are not his thing. He wants you 1. To always feel comfortable and safe with him and 2. All to himself, so he does not like the idea of anyone accidentally seeing you two ect.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?).Â
It is NEVER one round with Logan. Heâll fuck you on his fingers, fuck you with his cock, his mouth, his thigh, everything, over and over and over again. Like he never tires, and doesnât think of it as a job well done until youâre a blubbering mess underneath him
T = Toys (do they use toys?)
Logan actually despises toys. Heâs an oldie at heart and believes he should be the only thing getting you off. When he catches ur masterbating with a toy, vibrator dildo Does Not Matter, he goes feral. Fucks you till the only thing you can get off too is him.
âYou gonna admit it, huh? You gonna admit nothing can make you feel like this but me? Or do i have to fuck you some more? Yeah, i think i need to fuck you some more, really get it into your head Bub.â
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Logan likes the idea of teasing in theory, would love to see you whining and begging to come from his cock, but in reality he just doesnât have the patience for it. Youâd think he learned patience from his 200 years alive but in reality whenever u guys get Into it heâs fucking you almost immediately because he just needs to be inside you.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Logan is always desperate to make you moan. He loves hearing all the dirty desperate noises escaping your mouth and gets mad when you try to muffle it, hence his perfect location being somewhere isolated so you can scream as loud as you want.
Logan himself is rather vocal too. Not loud per say, but he grunts and groans, and loves talking dirty to you.
âFuck, baby, youâre so good on my cock,â
âYou like being fucked like a slut, huh?â
âSo wet for me baby.â
ect.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Loves when you mention him during sex. When you scream his name heâs already gone. Wearing his clothes? Heâs blowing his load immediately. Saying shit like âiâm yoursâ âyouâre the only one who came make me feel like thisâ Oh lord he just unravels
What can he say heâs a possessive guy đ€·ââïž
X = X-ray (letâs see whatâs going on under those clothes)
Logan is thick. Heâs def larger than average, but heâs thick and wide, and the stretch of his cock inside you is fucking delicious every time.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Logan can literally get turned on at the smallest of things đ
Heâs just so fucking rabid for you, you could be cooking him dinner and heâll have you on the counter with your legs spread and him between them, lapping at your pussy like a starving man
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Logan isnât rlly one to fall asleep. Heâll stay up while you doze off and just admire you, brush your hair, kiss your bare shoulders, just content to have you there with him.
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