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Just some doodles~
Trying ma best for anatomy and stuff :T
Close ups of ma fav~!
#Used every free sec I got to doodle ma Boi~#Just a lil longer and I can do even more of that :3#I WANNA DOODLE MORE#Trying out a lot of different poses and how to#Well#Draw them#I think I did an ok job#:D#rottmnt#rottmnt oc#oc#mika#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#Oc Mika
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itās the last Sunday before Sundayās banner ends so i suppose itās about time for me to finally boot up HSR and pull him homeā¦ wish me luck
#iām gonna need it bc i havenāt rlly played much since 2.3 so my savings are.. not Great#honkai star rail#hsr sunday#viddy game stuff#Seven.txt#itās not that i donāt Want to play i just havenāt made the time to do so lately#iām trying to juggle 4 live service gacha games at the same time and i am dropping all of the balls constantly š#i donāt feel like iām doing much more than i used to but for some reason i seem to have a lot less free time for gaming lately#idk itās probably just my time management getting worse#Anyways so yeah i havenāt played much since the Boothill hype. and i havenāt pulled a single new 5 star since his release#but i also havenāt played much at all during that time so iāve only got 54 pulls saved :)#and if thatās enough to get me Sunday and his LC iāll lose my fucking mind bc aināt no way iāll get that lucky#i Do have a good luck streak with Light Cones but iāve only pulled for 3 so thatās not that impressive#i got Acheronās on a won 50/50 at 14(!!!) pity and Aventurineās on a won 50/50 at 22 pity so those were kinda insane to me#but then i donāt remember how it went for Boothillās LC and i didnt log those pulls so i couldnt tell ya if the good luck streak continued#so anyways yeah probably gonna have to whale a lil bit but thatās ok bc itās christmas time#i allow myself to whale (or. more like Dolphin perhaps) guilt-free on these games a lil bit on my birthday and christmas as gifts to myself#i used it on Xilonen and her sig weapon back around my birthday and now iāll use this one on Sunday#aināt no way iām letting him pass me by when heās the one that really hooked me into HSR in the first place#i was halfheartedly playing for a while but as soon as i saw the first hint of him on that livestream Penacony teaser i was Obsessed#donāt think iāve ever been that excited for a character that i knew next to nothing about aside from a lil chibi avatar -#- and some line about him being malevolent. and i donāt even like the chibi style At All so that speaks to how strong his design was#or maybe it just shows how i see an angel coded character with weird-cool-head-wings and a halo and my brain worms start raving#well itās 1am here so Technically itās Monday now but shhhhhh itās still Sunday in my Heart ok? and thatās what matters#and itās still kinda Sunday on the American server bc the daily reset isnāt until like. 3am for me#but itāll still probably record it as me having pulled him on the 23rd :/ oh well canāt turn back time#i guess i Could wait until Christmas morning but i donāt wanna flirt with the deadline so closely#this is close enough for me to count it as my Christmas pulls#and we spent Too Damn long without confirmation of his playability (though i always had faith in the leaks š¤šš») so i deserve this lmao#i mean iāve waited longer. i waited for Scara! i waited for Baizhu! but still. all the āhe wont be playableā fearmongerers can kiss my ass
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I CAN DO THE TRAINING THINGY THAT'LL HELP ME WITH GETTING A JOB POG
I got the text when I was at the food bank so I had to suppress my excitement lmao so it's like. Dampened. BUT!!! I am SO HAPPY ABT THIS
Only concern is making it there on time which I should be good on (I've been waking up rlly early (after 5 hours of sleep) often recently so I hope I'm gonna be ok, but I try and sleep 8hrs in advance anyways)
Thank god š
OH YA I GOTTA CALL MY RELATIVE ABT THE THINGY AKDNSBDN I do have a rough amount in mind and I do the classic estimate up so there's room for error (joke about 1+1=2, but lets say it's 3 to be safe) so that's what I gotta explain
I'M STILL SO HAPPY THAT I CAN DO THE THINGY FOR THE LIKE 6 WEEKS IT LASTS BC I RLLY NEED THE SKILLS I NEED THE TRAINING AND IT WOULD MAKE ME FEEL MARGINALLY MORE COMFORTABLE WITH GETTING A JOB LIKE THAT
Also I feel so fulfilled when I volunteer, I did it yesterday and it went past when the place closed (which is fine bc the place is great and chill and I had assistance and it was easy on my body) by the time we finished
AAAAAA ALSO I GOT FOOD LIKE. I'm planning or atleast hoping to make spaghetti!!! We already has the pasta, and I got tomatoes (they didnt have any the last time I went) AND ALSO THE MILK AND SOME STUFF SHOULD LAST LONGER WHICH MAKES ME SO GLAD I WENT ON FRIDAY BC TUESDAY HAD STUFF THAT WAS. LIKE EXPIREING THAT DAY. I ALSO HAVE BREAD SO LIKE WE CAN MAKE SANDWICHES OR LIKE OTHER THINGS Coulda gotten pizza dough but we don't have anything to make pizza so I left it for others who could :3
ALSO GOT PEPPERS SO LIKE THAT FEELS SO MUCH MORE FAMILIAR
ALSO I RLLY DO WANNA TRY AND MAKE A STEW
ALSO I SWEAR I'M GONNA MAKE SMTH WITH THE POTATOES THIS TIME LMAO
#sepiasys.txt#Also got canned stuffs :3#Got like 3 types of beans plus canned diced tomatoes because ykw yes (idc that two cans were dented)#I WANNA MAKE STUFFS!!! AND ALSO QS MUCH AS IT SUCKS THAT S WILL PROBABLY BE HOME TMR I CAN TRY MAKING STUFF TODAY AND THE STUFF SHOULD LAST#LONGER ANYWAYS#Ok I gotta work on like typing a resume /lh (I'm still kinda writing things to put on one tbh)#(I wanna volunteer more often!!!! It actually makes me feel happy and fulfilled and it gives back/helps and I learn stuff :33)#I'm absolutely volunteering at that women's center I went to at some point btw; just cuz I've used the services don't mean I can't also help#I have a couple places in mind to apply to when I feel comfortable with it ^^ then ig interviews will be fun -._-. BUT STILL#I actually heard a lil about two places specifically bc of online that I might have a better chance with but idk :P :3#OK I GOTTA MAKE SURE S IS GONE AND THEN I'LL LIKE TRY AND FIGURE OUT HOW TO MAKE SPAGHETTI LMAO#I wanna know what to do as a sauce even tho technically that isn't but is necessary?
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How about monsterfcking with Neuvillette? Him in his dragon form pounding and breeding reader's pussy until his cum leaks out and when Neuvillette saw his cum leaking out he tries to push it back in using his thick fingers but it just won't stay inside, a lot of his cum wasted so he fucked Reader full again with a new batch of cum and cockwarmed him after their down<3
(What if after they have sex, Neuvillette carries Reader to the bathroom to clean both of them and Neuvillette still inside of Reader but ended up fucking when Neuvillette and Reader are inside of the bathtub)
Sorry if my grammar is wrong! English is my third language hehe and I'm still learning
šminors dni
warnings: afab reader, breeding, creampie, multiple orgasms, squirting, tummy bulge, size kink, mosterfucking
// note: no worries anon I could understand perfectly <3 thank you for the request this was fun
he's bigger than you even in his more human form, but like this, arms and legs covered in light blue scales, thick horns crowning his head, he's just. huge. straight up huge. he has you in a mating press and your face can barely reach his pecs, your legs can't even hook on his shoulders, they're ramrod straight as he grips your ankles in his big hands.
his cock is a really tight fit too... your pussy is stretched to the limit as he pounds into you, leaving you gaping each time he pulls out before slamming back inside with full force. now you can really understand why he decided to fuck you on the floor this time, putting down soft blankets and pillows so that you'd still be comfortable, but simply refusing to do it on the bed: he would have destroyed it in minutes, his strength and stamina in his half dragon form is insane!
when he finally cums inside you, when you're well on your way to a fourth orgasm, you think maybe he'll calm down a little but nope... he just changes tactics, never pulling out completely again, bc he doesn't want his cum to leak out of you :(
he keeps fucking you with really shallow thrusts, just as fast as he did previously, praising and encouraging you to just hold on for "a little longer" bc he needs to cum again, to claim you fully and stuff your cute little pussy to the brim :(
your eyes are tearing up a lil by then, but it feels so good that you can't find it in you to complain... so you let him pump you full one, twice more, until you hear him grumble and mutter something under his breath, until his huge fingers replace his monstrous cock, trying to fuck the cum back inside you. "what a waste" he complains. in his lustful haze he doesn't understand that your pussy is way too small to hold on to all that cum, so the only solution he can find is to fuck you again...
except this time, after pounding into you so so roughly, making you squirt on his cock for who knows how many times, he doesn't pull out after cumming... he just makes you cockwarm him, thinking that there's no way it'll leak out if he keeps your pussy sealed off like that!
it's hours before he allows you to move, but he still doesn't let you go, carrying you to the bathroom with his rock hard cock still buried snugly against your cervix, an evident bulge in your tummy. he summons enough warm water to fill the tub before lowering the both of you inside, effectively making you straddle his hips as the new position allows his cock to reach even deeper inside your womb.
it'd be relaxing, the warm water soothing your sore muscles, if he didn't grab you by the hips to move you back and forth on his cock :/ he uses you like a fleshlight, bouncing you up and down and jerking off inside your pussy as you desperately clutch to his shoulders, moaning and babbling, and when he doesn't stop even after cumming one more time inside, you just accept that you're going to fall asleep in his arms, and he's probably going to keep fucking you through it until you wake up in the morningš„ŗš„ŗ
#genshin smut#genshin impact smut#genshin x reader#genshin impact x reader#neuvillette smut#neuvillette x reader
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A Simple Analysis. | OT8 [SKZ]
Warnings: I'm gonna be straight discussing these men and their pp sizes so if you don't want to read about that then just skip this post, no biggie.
Notes: I'm just theorizing what I think they're like 'n I included some good 'ol references. Please note - these references include pictures/videos of the boys AS WELL AS pictures that are NOT the boys but are references to what I picture in my head when I write smut for them. I also need to thank @skzms because I Lowkey could not find bulge pics/vids on my own and their post really helped me out w that.
Extra Warning: There are twitter links in this post, so you know what that means!! Watch at your own discretion losers, I don't want ppl in my inbox whining that I use refs that 'don't look like them' like obv jfc let me hop on bub quick to ask Chris for a dick pic smh.
Extra extra warning: I like slowly lost the ability to think the more I wrote this because all I was doing was looking at SKZ cock so I mean. forgive me.
Chris
HEA. VY.
Heavy Heavy Heavy !!!! I said what I said !!! And if you want to know why, you can simply look at this video!! If I'm being totally honest here, I don't think he's massive down below but I do think he's a little above average at least. Maybe -- mm... six and a half inches? Pretty sure it's pretty, pink, and always leaking pre because he gets hard so easily.
Also, pretty sure it's relatively thick. I mean, we've seen it a few times before in his pants/shorts, so... definitely enough to make you whimper when he's splitting you open. <3
I'm not even gonna like. explain why I think this bc I'm pretty sure we all know but it's veiny as fuck and you cannot argue w that.
And his favorite thing is when you mention during sex how full you feel just bc of how heavy he is. :]
In conclusion: Pretty pink fat cock that is more than enough to make you feel incredible each time you fuck. <3333
Minho
This man is... packing. p a c k i n g.
Packing like I'm pretty sure it's not like thick thick but it's thick enough and it's probably more on the purple side than the pink side, and it's so fucking long--
Not as heavy as Chan but definitely bigger. Bigger, longer, one pretty blue vein running up the side. Literally so perfect and just the right size for your hands to fit around. Also not too long to the point where it hurts to take it but definitely... big. Seven, at least. At. Least.
And his favorite thing is when you whine about how he's fucking you so good that you might die. Dunno why that comment specifically gets to him, but he makes sure to fuck you a little deeper after that.
In conclusion: pretty cock for a pretty man and so fucking yummy.
Changbin
Okay look people might disagree but I think Binnie's a lil on the smaller side !!
Now look. I'm not saying 'bah this bitch has a small cock' I'm just saying it's not a cervix-kisser like a few of the men on this list. It's just right!! It's the perfect size to be perfectly comfortable when fucking and he knows that 'n he's happy with it. (I'm thinking five, bc five is a comfy size.)
However.
He will ABSOLUTELY split you wide fucking open with how thick he is. This man has the chubbiest, pink, mouth-watering, pussy-dripping, eyes-rolling-back, tears running down your thighs, cock ever !!! He's gotta prep you for so fucking long and there is always soooo much foreplay to you two having sex because he's just so thick that if you don't prep lots it's gonna hurt a lil and Bin really really just wants to take care of you. :(((
And his favorite thing is seeing the way you struggle to take him in your mouth because of how thick he is. :]]]]]
In conclusion: best cock on this list. <3
Hyunjin
Hoh. My God.
Hyunjin,,,, ... Hyunjin's packing a fucking rod of a cock, I can't even lie to you. I'm like 90% sure it's at least eight inches and if it isn't then I'm dead. Y'all thought Minho was big? LAWD have mercy, Hyunjin's got a fucking PIPE on him. A third leg, if you will. Shit slaps his thigh when he walks if he don't wear briefs.
SO. PRETTY. I keep saying all their cocks are pretty BC THEY ARE I JUST KNOW IT but Hyunjin's cock is actually fucking gorgeous like it's the type where even if you're someone who's like "I don't like dick pics" and he sends you one?? you're like "omg y'know what I've had an epiphany"
Not like heavy or thick like the others but soooo long, soooo pretty, soooo mouth watering. The type of cock that has you actually drooling and getting fucked dumb every time he puts it in you.
And his favorite thing is when you do just that ^ and go all quiet n whimpery during sex because your brain is mushy.
In conclusion: Monster cock and no one can convince me otherwise !!
Jisung
Mm, okay. I think it's -- average?? But see I dunno why but I'm picturing a little on the thinner side. (AND NO THAT ISN'T MY SUB JI SUPREMACY MINDSET SPEAKING) but just bc it's a little thinner doesn't mean it's not heavy !!!
And even though it only might be like - five and a half, it's still so cute and so pretty and so fucking tasty!!!
Also like a firm believer that he jerks it at least twice a day, sorry not sorry.
And his favorite thing is when you blow him because you just take it so well and he loves seeing it all disappear down your throat <33 mm mm mmmm !!
In conclusion: Mmmm,,, cutest cock on the list <3
Felix
Y'all keep saying Felix has a little cock just bc you enjoy Twink Felix and look - I too enjoy Twink Felix but I also believe in frat boy Felix supremacy SO -
Big dick Felix in the building !!!
Pretty sure he's above average. Like, 6 or 6 and a half, maybe?? SO pretty, cut, pink, so so cute, so fucking yummy looking.
Easily like, the slickest cock on the list. And if you know what I mean, you know what I mean. if you don't that too bad ig.
The type of cock you wanna like. put in your mouth forever and just never stop giving him head fr.
And his favorite thing is when you jerk him because sometimes he just doesn't have the energy or care but he wants it. Plus your hands look so much better on it than his do. :ccc <333
In conclusion: Pretty, big, hefty cock that fills you up soooo good. Also constantly leaking cum n making a mess but you didn't hear that from me !!!!
Seungmin
Y'all,,, I'm not just saying this because I'm a Seungmin bias but,,,
This man has a fucking. rod. Not like Hyunjin-length rod but rod that's like at least seven inches and I refuse to believe otherwise because have you seen the,,,,
Fucking!!Monster!!Of!!A!!Cock!!!!
Thick! So thick! So heavy! Rivals Chris w how heavy he is !!
And his favorite thing is when you choke on it because raaahhh!!! (im not okay)
In conclusion: 2Min Monster Cock Squad
Jeongin
Holy God y'all.
Think I mentioned it once in a post where I was like, "P sure Jeongin has a big dick because as soon as he hit 21 he had this massive boom in confidence n I'm p sure it's bc his dick grew like 6 inches"
Sooooo,,, pretty sure he's also in the monster cock squad.
Like, at least seven inches, again. So big, so tasty. The type of cock that makes you pray to God it won't rip you apart because I just know he fucks hard, bro.
And his favorite thing is when you actually scream during sex because of how good he makes you feel. <3
In conclusion: Jeongin big dick supremacy, we all know he's packing a fucking log of summer sausage in his boxers.
Taglist : @dwaekkicidal @jabmastersurpriseee @possum-playground @thatonedarkskinnedsiren @oc3anfloor @theyadorevalerie
#skz imagine#skz x reader#stray kids x reader#skz smut#bangchan smut#lee know smut#Changbin smut#Hyunjin smut#han smut#Felix smut#seungmin smut#Jeongin smut
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The Art Of Make-believe Matrimony (pt.2)
Logan Howlett x fem!reader
Warnings: NSFW 18+, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), fem reader, soft dom!Logan, good olā face sittinā, sloppy oral (m receiving), swearing, use of pet names - babydoll, sweetheart, pretty girl - teeth rottingly sweet fluff, emotional(?) sex, mild angst, i think thats it but if thereās any more pls lmk!
Read pt.1 here
Summary: part 2 is finally here! Iāll be honest i think the majority of it is smut, but if youāre not interested in reading that, you can stop at the point where you and Logan drive home from the restaurant :) <3 this is probably the most detailed nsfw thing iāve ever written so itās a lilā longer than what iād usually write for smut but I really wanted to deliver on this one.
Taglist: @deardo11 @pastelpinkflowerlife @joyfulpeanutsalad @jonesem11 @carollinnasic @likeficsinthewnd @mrs-ephemeralĀ
Word Count: 9.5K
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It had been about a month since the whole ordeal with Logan - the exchanging of fake rings, sweet nicknames and kissing in the driveway - and to everyone else, it seemed like nothing had changed.
Youād still taunt each other during training, bicker over the small things and butt heads on almost everything, but it was all accompanied by stolen kisses in empty hallways, nights on the roof spent stargazing and small, sweet moments in between. You were going to come out with it - tell the team what had been going on behind closed doors - but truthfully, you were both fearful of the possible outcomes. What if this didnāt work out? What, youād go back to hating each other - for real this time? So you kept it hushed, intending to give the new ārelationshipā - a word neither of you used, yet - a sort of trial run. Neither of you admitted it aloud but you knew this way, if it really wasnāt meant to be, it could save you the embarrassment of admitting you were both wrong.
As the days went on, though, it became harder for either of you to keep up the act and even more difficult to keep your secret. You came close to being caught more often, having to stutter out an excuse each time. Jean and Ororo still knew what was going on - having been the ones to greet you in the hall when youād gotten back from that dinner party - but gave you their word that it would stay a secret. The former of the two even feigned surprise when Scott mentioned he thought he saw you nearly kiss Logan in the kitchen, insisting he must've been seeing things.
Youād been washing some dishes and handing them off to him to dry and put away, both of you alone in the kitchen after dinner.Ā
āHey, do you wanna come up to my room in a little bit? Maybe watch a movie?ā he offered in a low voice, standing so close that your arms touched.
Neither of you had actually had the chance to be alone like that yet and the idea made your stomach erupt in butterflies.
āHm - If I didnāt know any better, Logan,ā you chuckled, ļæ½ļæ½Iād think you have some ulterior motive.ā
āAnd If I did?ā
Your cheeks hurt from smiling and you rolled your eyes.
āCāmon,ā he cooed, āwhat do you think?ā
You were looking up at him, your noses inches apart as he leaned down further. One of his hands came to rest on your lower back.
āHey, guys, have you seen my - ā
Scottās voice echoed through the kitchen and you both jumped, Logan trying to put distance between you and nearly tripping over his feet in the process. He cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck and you kept your eyes glued to the dishes in the sink.
āUh,ā Scott tilted his head, āhave you guysā¦seen my phone?ā
āNope,ā Logan was quick to reply, drying and putting away dishes now like it was his job.
āUm, no - sorry,ā you shook your head.
āHmā¦okay,ā Scott mumbled, clearly suspicious of whatever it was heād just seen. You both exchanged a look of panic when he left the room.
āThat was close,ā you huffed, returning to the task at hand.
āYeah,ā he agreed, āand heās probably the last one we want to find out - Summers is a blabber mouth.ā
You knew exactly what he meant. If you told Scott anything, he couldnāt keep it to himself. One time Jean had tried to plan a surprise party for your birthday and you already knew about it before she could even pick the decorations.
Jean and Ororo had thankfully kept their word, though. It was damn near torture for them to keep from shouting the truth aloud every time you got into your usual spats. The sly jokes, however, were another story.
āWill you two just kiss already?ā Jean had blurted when you were pelting each other with beanbags during an outdoor game of cornhole.Ā
Ororo wasnāt any better.Ā
She was sitting next to you at dinner one night, Logan across from you. Everyone was chatting about their days or telling stories and she volunteered you to share.
āAnything new happening with you? You seem extra happy lately,ā she was grinning.
Your eyes darted to Logan and then back to her, taking a deep inhale.
āUh, nothinā - nothinā new,ā you swallowed, "just happy.ā
Logan was smiling to himself, his gaze focused on his dinner.
After everyone had finished dinner and vanished off to their rooms, he stopped you at the bottom of the staircase.
āHey,ā he nervously scanned the hallway while gnawing on his bottom lip, ācan you meet me in the garden out back in fifteen minutes? I wanna show you somethinā.ā
āSure,ā you nodded, ābut the āsomethingā better not be beef jerky and a picnic blanket - which, by the way, is not a date.ā
He clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes, a contradiction to the smile tugging at his lips.
āThat was one damn time - youāre still mad about that?ā
āEh - not really, but I am gonna mention it in every argument we will ever have,ā you joked.
āOh, shut up, yaā brat.ā
Ā You giggled and he beamed at the sound, already undeniably smitten with you. Heād never been so sure of any other feeling in his life. Your serene voice, your perfect hair, the smell of your perfume, the way you walked, the way you laughed and smiled - it was all things heād taken notice of before but chose to bury within himself, terrified of whatever it was that had given you so much power over him.Ā
Set on trying to impress you, heād gone around the garden that morning and picked a couple flowers out of each different plant he saw. He felt a little ridiculous - his six foot frame and two hundred pound body towering over a bed of tulips and daffodils - but he reminded himself this was for you; to see that smile on your face that could bring him to his knees. He had fallen for you and he fell fast. He didnāt know when heād truly realized it - maybe during one of your midnight conversations or during one of the movie nights when you made yourself comfortable under his arm - but it was a feeling so intense that heād never experienced anything like it before. Heād never had that ache in his chest, the pain of wanting someone so badly that it physically hurts; the twisting feeling in the pit of his stomach when he thought of losing you, the way the thump of his heartbeat became so much louder and faster when he caught even a glimpse of you. Weeks ago, he probably wouldāve made fun of the poor sap who was acting just as he was - like a lovesick dog on your leash - but he found himself finally starting to embrace the idea that there was someone for him in the way there was for Jean and Scott or Marie and Bobby. Maybe it wasnāt all permanent - nothing ever was - but whatever connection he had developed with you was one of the only things that he thought of first thing in the morning and right before he went to bed at night.
After what felt like the longest fifteen minutes of your life, you made your way outside and to the well kept garden. You admired every variation of flower in bloom while you walked, taking in the peaceful atmosphere of the garden in the moonlight. You planted yourself in the middle of the extensive displays of flora, nervously rocking back and forth on your heels. You scanned the landscape and thatās when you spotted him.Ā
Logan was making his way towards you and even through the darkness, you could see the bright arrangement of flowers held in his hands. Your heart felt like it swelled so much with adoration that it was going to burst. Heād done this for you, went out and handpicked every flower. Receiving so much affection from him was unusual, in a good way. Recently, heād absentmindedly begun holding your hand in his at times, talking away while his fingers intertwined with yours like it was second nature. Heād play with your hair, kiss your cheek, embrace you from behind, even pull you onto his lap so you could nuzzle into his chest. Even when you werenāt alone, he was having trouble keeping himself off of you. Heād place a guiding hand on the small of your back or let his touch linger when your fingers brushed up against each other - small things, almost unnoticeable. It was a stark contrast to his behavior weeks before and you couldnāt have been happier.Ā
āThese are for you,ā Logan held the bouquet in front of you, pointing at some of the bulbs, āa couple of āem might be a little bent - I may have accidentally yanked āem out of the ground with more force than I needed to.ā
You were beaming, your hands on your cheeks in excitement and surprise.Ā You delicately took the arrangement of flowers from him, admiring the beautiful ribbon that kept them together. Jean had helped with that, of course.
āOh, Logan,ā you pouted, āthese are beautiful!ā
āI wanted to give you somethinā nice, yāknow - after being such an asshole for so long,ā he shoved his hands in his pockets.Ā
You knitted your eyebrows, āyou didnāt have to, you know.ā
He shook his head, waving a hand dismissively, ācāmon, none of that, princess. You deserve āem.ā
Your heart felt like it would jump out of your chest whenever heād call you sweet names. Heād called you princess before, sure, but only to tease you. The way he said it now was affectionate, as if to say you really were a princess in his eyes. You were head over heels for him already but you held your tongue, fearful that it was far too soon to admit something like that. The last thing you wanted to do was drive him away and lose the only relationship youād had in years that made you absolutely lovesick to the point of losing sleep.
āI wanted to, uh - I wanted to tell you something, too,ā he began, resting his hands on your waist. He seemed a little nervous with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth.
āSo, tell me,ā you smiled up at him. Youād be lying if you said you weren't a little nervous yourself, picking up on his hesitation.
He cleared his throat and took a deep breath, standing up straight and keeping his eyes trained on yours.
āI love you.ā
You only blinked in response, lips parted in surprise.
āYou donāt have to say it back if you donāt - ā
āI love you - I love you, too.ā
It was like letting go after holding your breath for so long, a sense of relief that couldnāt compare to anything else.
A wide grin crept onto his face, one he couldnāt hold back even if he tried. Your expression mirrored his - complete adoration for one another.
He was staring down at you the same way he had during dinner that night you first kissed. Youād wondered since then what it was, what made his pupils dilate when his eyes focused on yours or why he would tuck his lip between his teeth. You knew now that it was love.
āItās gonna be even harder now to keep this - us - a secret,ā he mumbled in a low voice. He brought his hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. He cupped your cheek after, unable to keep his hands off you.
āWell,ā you bit the inside of your cheek, āwe could tell them? Tell everyone, I mean.ā
āDo you think youāre ready? I mean - not that I'm not ready, but I don't want you to feel rushed into anything.ā
Your knees couldāve buckled right then and there at how truly sweet he was with you. You took his words into consideration and had a realization.
āWe havenāt even really figured out what we are yet. What would we tell them?ā
He nodded solemnly, grazing his thumb over your cheekbone, āYeah, youāre right.ā
You hoped this would be it - this would be the moment he finally told you that you were his girlfriend, you were something - but he gave a small smile and dropped his hand from your face.
āItās getting late, we should get back before anyone notices weāre gone.ā
You simply nodded, clearing your throat to replace the exasperated sigh you were about to let out.
You followed him on the way back, mind racing for the entirety of the short walk and drowning out anything Logan was saying. You wondered if heād ever ask you that one question at all. Maybe heād said he loved you to keep you hanging on, wrapped around his finger. Maybe it was meant to be casual and youād misunderstood.Ā
But there was a bouquet of flowers in your hands. Youād fallen asleep on his chest more times than you could count, held hands at any moment you could and he did just tell you he loved you. So, maybe he did mean it.
As you snuck down the hallway to your bedroom with the arrangement of flowers, you wondered how long youād have to keep this a secret.
Unbeknownst to you, it wouldn't be much longer.
It all came to a head when the team decided to go out to dinner together, settling on some chain restaurant. Youād coincidentally ended up next to Logan in the large booth, the both of you on the very end of the table. You were all reading from the menus and Marie piped up from across the table.
āHoney, do you wanna switch seats?ā
She was talking to you. You didn't look up from the laminated paper in your hands, responding automatically without a second thought.
āNah, I'm fine.ā
She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and looked at Bobby, who only shrugged. You two never sat next to each other, usually bickering so intensely that youād be asked to shut up or leave the table.Ā
The unusual interaction was soon forgotten when your drinks were brought over, the waitress placing them in front of each of you. She was pretty and her long hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Logan being on the very end made him the closest in proximity to her and you being so close meant that you could hear her hushed voice when she leaned down before she walked away.
āAnd here, this is for you.ā
She slid a napkin onto the table, your eyes automatically drawn to the movement. There was a clear phone number written in ink, her name scribbled underneath next to a smiley face.
Everyone at the table had noticed the interaction and waited for Logan to speak after she walked away. Instead, they watched in curiosity as he silently slid the napkin under his drink, the ink bleeding immediately from the condensation on the outside of his glass.
āOkay, what's up with you?ā Scott questioned from across the table.
Logan raised his eyebrows, āI donāt know, what's up with you?ā
āI asked you first.ā
āI donāt know what youāre talking about.ā
Marie chimed in then, leaning forward with her elbows on the table to interrogate him, āyou always take girlsā numbers when they give āem to you. Why not hers?ā
He shrugged, ājust not interested.ā
āI call bullshit.ā
āWatch the language, kid.ā
āWhatever, youāre so full of it!ā
You pretended to be uninterested in the conversation, folding your napkin into unrecognizable shapes.Ā
āYou know what? I think you might be in love,ā she giggled, āyouāve been way too happy lately. Like, absurdly happy.ā
You froze in place, gwaning on your bottom lip.Ā
It was true, though. He was waking up early, smiling more, making more jokes that werenāt at Scottās expense - they really had never seen him so happy.
āUm,ā he hesitated for a second when you stole a glance at him. He was smiling to himself already.
āI guess you could say that.ā
Everyone turned to stare at him in mild disbelief, including you.
āWhat? I was just kidding! Oh my god, you didnāt tell us?ā Marie exclaimed, āspill it!ā
Jean and Ororo were smiling wide behind their hands and exchanging knowing looks.
āWell, sheās real pretty,ā he started, āand sheās sweet.ā
You were trying so hard to fight a smile, covering your mouth with your fist as you leaned an elbow on the table.
āI never thought iād hear you talk about someone like that,ā Marie knitted her eyebrows and stuck out her bottom lip - the kind of face youād make when a kid confesses their first crush.
Logan rolled his eyes and scoffed, a grin stuck on his face. Marie was still asking questions, determined to not let the topic go till she knew every detail.
āIs she your girlfriend?ā
Logan was nervously chewing on the inside of his cheek. He looked like he was thinking of an answer.
āUhā¦ I donāt know. I havenāt really asked her.ā
You must have been pink all the way to the tips of your ears. You brought your glass of water to your lips, hoping it would help cool your face.Ā
āWhy not?ā
Marie was really not gonna let this go and you dreaded to hear the answer come out of his mouth.
Logan sighed, picking at the skin around his fingernails as a nervous habit.
āJust a little nervous, I guess. I donāt wanna screw it up.ā
āA girl that makes you nervous? When do we get to meet her?āĀ
Your eyes were stuck on the wood grain of the table, both of your hands covering half your face at this point.
āWhen the time is right,ā he responded, taking a sip of his drink.
Ororo rolled her eyes.
Youād all finished eating a good while later and the check came. After youād both put cash down, he mumbled under his breath with his hand shielding his mouth.
āMeet me outside in a second, okay?ā
He slipped out of his seat and you watched him disappear around the corner.
No one had noticed him leave his seat, too engrossed in conversation. After a minute or two, you muttered something about using the bathroom before you left the table and swiftly made your way back to the entrance you had come in through. It was starting to rain a little, barely drizzling.
Logan was standing in the parking lot with his hands shoved into his jacket pockets. He beckoned you over when he saw you, taking your hand in his and leading you to a spot outside that wasnāt directly in front of the door. His nose was starting to turn pink from the cold evening air and your cheeks were doing the same.
āSo,ā he swallowed hard, brushing his thumb over your knuckles, āI guess itās about time I asked you, huh?ā
āAsk me what?ā
You were smiling so wide that your face ached. You knew exactly what, but of course you wanted to hear him say it.
His expression mirrored yours and he let go of one of your hands so he could cup your face.
āWould you be my girl?ā
It may have been a little juvenile - the teasing, the hiding, the avoidance of labeling what you had - but it had worked.
āI already am,ā you told him, leaning up to plant a kiss on his lips. He happily reciprocated, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you even closer.
If either of you had taken a second to look around you first , you wouldāve spotted the rest of the team turning the corner the second you kissed him.Ā
āNo way!ā
Marieās squeal echoed through the parking lot and both of you jumped, turning towards the sound. You both stood in stunned silence, Loganās arms still locked around your waist.
āUhā¦ā He was like a deer in headlights.
āI shouldāve guessed,ā Scott clicked his tongue, irritated that he hadnāt figured you out sooner.
āGuessed what? Weāre - uh, we were just - ā Logan shot you a look, hoping youād be able to think of something on the spot - even with his arms still locked around you. You couldāve squirmed out of his hold, made some unconvincing excuse about having something in your eye and needing his help. You almost did. Looking up at him, his features highlighted by the flood lights that illuminated the nearly empty lot and his cheeks peppered in rain drops, you had a realization. You didnāt want to lie. You didnāt feel the need to anymore. You werenāt afraid it wasnāt going to work or that you might be better off as enemies rather than lovers. Everything felt like it was finally right - as if every piece of your life finally fit into its perfect place. If you were wrong - fuck it. Youād deal with the consequences later if you had to.Ā
āKissing. We were kissing - weāre dating,ā you sputtered out to your friends, looking back to Logan after. You almost expected him to be embarrassed, to tell you to keep your mouth shut.
Ā But he was smiling. He was smiling wider than youād probably ever seen. He leaned his head down to kiss your forehead affectionately, mumbling into your hair, āI guess the catās out of the bag now, huh?ā
You hummed in affirmation and peeked back at everyone else.Ā
āHow? Since when? Oh my god, I need to know everything,ā Marie was as giddy as could be, nearly jumping up and down.
āSince they went on that mission where they had to pretend to be married,ā Ororo piped up, āthey liked pretending a little too much.ā
You all began walking to the two cars you came in, Loganās arm draped around your shoulders. He was holding you so close that you were practically stepping on his boots.
āAw,ā you heard Marie whisper to Bobby from behind you, ātheyāre so sweet together.ā
āNow that they're not trying to kill each other? Yeah,ā he replied with a small laugh.
āI thought you guys hated each other,ā Scott said, āwhat happened?
āWell,ā you smiled to yourself, āheās a good fake husband, so I figured he might make an alright boyfriend.ā
You stopped when you approached the car and Logan wrapped you into a tight embrace, your face smushed against his chest. You giggled into his shirt until he finally let you go.
āHowād you guys even keep it under wraps anyway?ā Scott asked.
You looked up to Logan, āWillpower?ā
He chuckled, āI donāt know, really,ā he rested his hands at your waist, āI guess we got lucky that you guys arenāt too bright.ā
Ororo lightly smacked the back of his shoulder, rolling her eyes but holding a smile on her face.
You all piled into the cars youād came in - you, Logan, Marie and Bobby in one and Jean, Scott and Ororo in another - and made your way home. Logan drove and you sat beside him, his hand in yours for most of the ride.
When you all got home and everyone went off to their rooms, Logan stopped you with a gentle grip on your wrist.
āWould you, um,ā he looked to the floor for a moment, biting back a smile, āwould you maybe want to spend the night in my room?ā
You and Logan had been alone together a handful of times, but never like that - in his bedroom. The thought made your palms start to sweat. It wasnāt that you hadnāt thought of it - youād been together about a month now and every time youād gotten the chance to make out, you usually didnāt have an opportunity to go any further. Someone would call your name, Loganās phone would ring, youād hear footsteps - always something to pull you apart. It was torture, knowing you could kiss him till his hands started to creep up your shirt or your hand rested on his belt buckle but never actually get to go any further.
āWe donāt have to do anything but sleep,ā Logan could see the hesitation in your expression, āwhatever youāre comfortable with.ā
āIād love to,ā you replied, letting him take your hand in his and lead you down the hall.Ā
āHow about this - I'll change into pajamas in my room, you can change in yours and then come down,ā he swiped his thumb over your knuckles, āis that alright?ā
You almost wanted to insist you could change in his room - let him see you bare in front of him like you wanted for weeks - but you simply nodded and slipped your hand from his grasp as you walked the short distance to your room. After changing into a tank top and pajama shorts, you shuffled up to his door in your slippers and gave a small knock.
He answered in an instant, wearing sweatpants and his usual white beater. You unintentionally let out a sigh, eyes immediately scanning over his muscular torso under the thin white fabric.Ā
Christ, heās hot.
āEverything alright, pumpkinā?ā
It didnāt help that he was so damn sweet to you.
āHuh? Uh - yeah, I just,ā you stopped, realizing there wasnāt much of a need for an excuse, āI like the way you look in that.ā
You boldly reached out to playfully tug the hem. He smiled and used your hand on him to pull you out of the hallway and into his room, wrapping you in his arms.Ā
āYeah?ā He said softly, kissing your cheek and forehead before finally meeting your lips, āI like the way you look in these.ā
His hand slid down to the hem of your shorts, hiking them up a little to squeeze your upper thigh.
You giggled, a blush forming across your cheeks.
āAnd youāre so damn cute,ā he led you to his bed, laying down and patting the spot next to him, ācāmere, sweetheart.ā
Still, even after all those weeks, the pet names made you feel weak in the knees.
You obeyed instantly, crawling onto the mattress and snuggling up next to him. You rested your head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat, steady and strong.Ā
Logan had a mirror across the room, coincidentally angled so that, from where you were, you could both see your reflection. He was playing with your hair when he began to stare at your reflection, smiling to himself.
āWhat?ā You interrogated, looking up at him and then back to the mirror.
āWe look good together,ā he admitted, āwell, you look good.ā
You clicked your tongue, āare you kidding? Please, girls practically throw themselves at you.ā
āWell, thereās only one girl I ever really wanted to throw herself at me.ā
āI think you got your wish.ā
You still had that spark - the back and forth quips and competitive nature - except that it was always something sweet now.
āI love you, a lot,ā he muttered into the top of your head, pulling you as close as you could lay to him with your leg slung over his thighs.
āI love you too, Logan,ā you smiled into his shirt, taking in the smell of him.
His hand came to rest on your thigh, gently kneading and squeezing. You already felt your breath quicken and heart start to race again as his fingertips traced the hem of your shorts.Ā
āLike I said,ā he cooed, having picked up on your rapid heartbeat, āwe donāt have to do anything you donāt want to.ā
Staring up at him, his large hand still kneading your upper thigh, youād decided - just like in the parking lot earlier - youād had enough of holding back. You swiftly brought yourself further on top of him, straddling his lap with your knees on either side. You didnāt give him time to protest as you cupped his face and kissed him in a slow mess of tongues and teeth, savoring the feeling of finally having him beneath you. It wasnāt long before his hands found home on your thighs, his fingers already slotting beneath the fabric of your shorts. He then slid his hands up to squeeze your ass, pushing you even further into him while your tongue explored the inside of his mouth. When you finally pushed yourself up with your hands on his chest, he almost looked dazed.Ā
āI wouldnāt start somethinā you canāt finish,ā he panted, his tongue peeking out to wet his lips.
āOh, I think Iāll finish,ā you joked, raising your eyebrows at the innuendo.Ā
āYeah? I know you will.ā
You squealed and giggled when he flipped you on your back, climbing over you and caging you in with his forearms on either side of your head.Ā
āBeen wantinā to get my hands on you like this forever, you know,ā he continued with a wicked smile, peppering kisses from your jaw to your collarbone, āthinkinā about you.ā
āW-What were you thinking about?ā you managed to stutter out, eyes nearly rolling into the back of your head when he began to lightly suck and bite at your warm skin.
āHaving you here, in my bed. Getting to undress you, having your thighs āround my head.ā
You nearly choked on your saliva at the filthy way he was mumbling against your skin and squeezing your hips.
āMe too,ā was all you could say, lost in the feeling of his hands now sliding under your tank top, resting right below your tits.
ā ās that what you thought about?ā
You can tell he wanted you to say it, let him know just how bad you wanted him.
āI thought about being in your bed, sitting on your lap,ā you took a deep breath, āand having you - having you, uhā¦ā
Your sentence trailed off, cheeks tinted pink.
āWhat, sweetheart? Cāmon, donāt be shy. What do you want me to do, huh?ā
He still knew how to tease you, even if it wasnāt out of spite anymore.Ā
āFuck,ā you swallowed audibly, āwant you to eat me out, fuck me - anything.ā
You sounded desperate and you knew it. You really didnāt care, too engrossed in everything about him to even consider it.Ā
āReally?ā
Your eyes met his, filled with lust and ambition to please you any way you wanted. His lips were parted in surprise when he first heard your words, slowly turning into a devious smile.
āPlease.ā
That was all he needed to trail his lips down your shoulders, gently pushing the straps of your tank top down. He sat up to let you pull it off and if he wasnāt already set on worshiping you, he definitely was now.
Youād yanked the garment over your head and onto the floor, revealing your bare chest.Ā
Logan groaned, laying you back down and almost immediately latching his lips onto the newly exposed and incredibly soft skin.Ā
āSo beautiful,ā he mumbled against you as he took one of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue.
āOh my god,ā you huffed quietly, arching your back to push yourself even further into him.
He was trying to hold back a smug grin, switching between each breast, sucking and biting gently.
ā ās good, baby?ā
You were lost for words, even more so when you could see the string of spit that connected his mouth to one of your tits.
āMm-hm,ā you hummed, your fingers having found their home in Loganās hair.Ā
You whined when he pulled his mouth from you with an audible pop.
āWords, sweetheart,ā he told you, his eyes glued to yours while he licked his own spit off his lips.Ā
āāFuck, yes, yes -ā
You were cut off by your own moan, gasping when you felt the pressure of his thigh in between yours. He slid his hands down your body to grab your ass in an attempt to grind you down on his leg.
āI like it when you make those noises for me,ā he muttered into your chest, his hands still kneading your ass when he pulled you forwards.
You wanted him for so long that the reality of being with him had made you over sensitive to his touch. Even through the fabric of your panties and shorts, the feeling was intoxicating.
You were practically whining as he ground you down so hard that you were soaked all the way through your shorts and panties, the fabric of both sliding to the side.
āFuck, youāre so wet already,ā he chuckled a little, feeling the soaked patch on his sweatpants, āall for me?ā
You hummed, hands tugging at his hair, āfor-for you.ā
His hands came around to the front of your shorts, his fingers hooking onto the fabric.
āCan I take these off you?ā
āPlease,ā you responded immediately, already lifting your hips off the bed so he could drag your shorts down your legs.Ā
When he turned to throw them somewhere on the floor, he caught a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror. Your chest was heaving and your hair was all over the place from rolling around in the bed. He could see that you were still looking up at him, even when he was turned away.
āI got an idea, scoot up a bit,ā he told you suddenly when he turned back to face you. You moved forward on the mattress as he momentarily stood up, stripping himself of his beater. He sat behind you and arranged himself so that he was holding your back against his chest with his arms around your waist, his legs spread out so you could lay between them.
You instantly caught sight of your reflection in the mirror. Your head was leaned back on his shoulder and he planted delicate kisses down your neck.
ā ās that why you wanted to sit like this?ā you nodded weakly in the direction of the mirror, your eyes nearly fluttering close when he slid one of his hands to rest on the inside of your thigh.
āYou look real pretty, I wanna see all of you,ā he explained, his middle finger grazing your cunt through your damp panties.
Your eyes were glued to your reflection - your legs spread with his hand between them and purple hickies darkening on your chest. Logan was staring at your reflection too, his mouth still working on your neck.
āLook at you, all spread out for me,ā he mumbled into your ear, āso fucking gorgeous.ā
You couldnāt help the moan that escaped your lips. If he kept saying all those filthy things, it wasn't going to take long before you were coming apart in his arms.
You shivered when his fingers hooked around the wet crotch of your underwear and moved it to the side.
You could hear him swear under his breath from behind you, his fingers barely grazing your heat.
āGod, Logan,ā you were squirming, trying to push your hips towards his hand, āyouāre gonna make me beg?ā
You could see him smirk into your shoulder in the mirror, āyou know what?ā
He moved his hands to drag your panties off, nearly tearing them in the process.
āYeah, I am.ā
He let his head fall back to rest on the headboard, lidded eyes staring into your reflection while his hands laid still on the outside of your hips - even farther away from where you wanted him. He really wasnāt going to move an inch until he heard you beg for it, though he couldnāt help himself from digging his fingers into your soft flesh.
You groaned in frustration, āFucking hate you.ā
āNah, you donāt.ā
His lips grazed your earlobe and you wanted to roll your eyes at the smug look on his face, āNow, cāmon, baby. Beg.ā
You moved your hands behind you so you could thread your fingers through the hair at the back of his head.
āFuck, please, Logan - need you.ā
āNeed me how?ā
He really was an asshole.
āNeed your hands - need your fingers, please,ā you groaned.
āI donāt know, you think youāve been a good girl? Think you deserve it?ā
You wouldāve been pissed at him had he not turned you on beyond belief. You gave in, becoming putty in his arms.
ā ām good - been good for you,ā you whined, using one of your hands on his to try and move it between your legs, āplease.ā
He sighed, returning his hand back to the hot skin of your inner thigh, āShit, need me that bad? Huh, pretty girl?ā
You were so worked up you could have cried from his teasing. You nodded eagerly, attempting to clamp your thighs together to force his hand to at least graze your cunt that was dripping onto his sheets.
He clicked his tongue and used his strong hands on the inside of your thighs to spread your legs again, āGotta keep āem open for me, sweetheart.ā
He dragged two of his fingers between your folds, messily toying with you. You gasped, gripping his arm and inadvertently leaving imprints from your fingernails.
āSo fucking wet,ā he huffed, gaze glued to the reflection of your spread legs in the mirror, āPretty pussyās all mine.ā
You were already whimpering and moaning from the slightest touch.
ā ās yours - fuck, Iām-Iām yours,ā you sighed, eyes fluttering closed.
He hummed in agreement, his fingers prodding at your entrance.
āPlease, please, please,ā you whined, trying to push your hips forward.
āI think youāve been real good, angel,ā he was slipping his fingers further into you at an agonizingly slow pace, āthink you deserve it.ā
You were whining and whimpering so loud that you were sure someone had to have heard you by now. You couldnāt help the noises slipping from your mouth, feeling like youād black out just from the sight of Loganās fingers slipping between your swollen lips and into your cunt.
When he finally thrusted his fingers into you all the way down to his knuckles, you brought a hand up to cover your mouth in an attempt to muffle what you knew would be a pornographically loud moan.
He clicked his tongue, grabbing at your wrist to tug your hand away.
āUh-uh, baby,ā he panted into your ear, curling his fingers inside you, āwanna hear you - want everyone to know whoās makinā you feel good like this.ā
His thumb started to draw circles around your clit in rhythm with the movement of his fingers and you could feel the pressure in your stomach starting to build.
āFuck,ā he cursed, his jaw hung open while he watched his fingers disappear inside you over and over again with ease, ātakinā my fingers so well. I think youād take somethinā else real well, too.ā
The intent of his words nearly drove you over the edge, your mind unable to stop conjuring up images of what it would be like when he finally did fill you like youād wanted him to.
āLogan, Logan, Iām -,ā you groaned, so close to finally coming on his fingers.
Until he slipped them out of you and pulled his hand away completely.
You choked out a sob, squeezing your eyes shut in frustration.
āIām gonna let you finish, donāt worry,ā he promised. You watched him suck his fingers clean before he used his arm around you to rearrange you both so that he was laying on his back and you were facing him with your legs straddling his torso. You could feel his erection poking at your ass and you licked your lips when you imagined being able to take him in your mouth, letting him fuck your throat to the point that your chin and the base of his cock were coated in your drool.
āCāmere, sweetheart,ā Loganās voice brought you out of thought and you let him guide your legs up until your knees were on either side of your head.
You looked down at him in curiosity, not yet understanding what it was he wanted to do.
Noticing your expression, he wrapped his arms around your thighs to pull your dripping pussy closer to his mouth.
āIām gonna let you finish, baby, but itās gotta be on my mouth. Sit.ā
āYouā¦ā you hesitated for a second, feeling your face redden, āyou want me to sit on your face? What if I crush you? Or suffocate you?āā
He chuckled at your concern, lovingly caressing your thighs, āYou wonāt, trust me. Itāll feel good, I promise. Besides, If you did suffocate me? I donāt think Iād wanna go any other way.ā
You laughed nervously and let him pull you down further, sinking onto his face. His tongue swiped up your folds and you gripped the headboard so you wouldnāt fall forward.
āJesus, Logan,ā you gasped, your other hand gripping his hair, āfeels so fucking good.ā
āUh-huh, told you, princess. Jusā lemme take care of you,ā he mumbled into your pussy, eating you like he was starved. He moved his head back and forth and up and down to lick every inch of you he could.
āI think I wouldāve - ah, wouldāve said somethinā to you much sooner if I knew you could do this,ā you joked a little, your small chuckle turning into a gasp when he slipped his tongue even further down so he was inside you. He hummed into you, his nose nudging against your clit. You began to grind your hips back and forth over his mouth, drunk off the way he moved his tongue.
āAtta girl,ā he grunted, āuse me, cāmon.ā
His hairy arms were hooked around your thighs like a vice, to the point that you couldnāt lift your hips even if you wanted to. When his eyes werenāt trained on you above him, they were squeezed shut in an attempt to savor every second his tongue was in your pussy. He was pulling your thighs forward every time you rocked yourself back and forth, desperate to feel you come on - in - his mouth.Ā
You could already feel the pressure building in your stomach. The obscene wet noises coming from his mouth messily eating your cunt didnāt do much to ease it, either. Your eyes rolled back and you continued to ride his face, mouth hung open in ecstasy. Logan could tell you were close just from how sloppy your movements had become.Ā
āGonna come for me already, honey?ā
You hated how hot it was when he teased you, mocked your desperation.
āFuck, yeah,ā you groaned, your hips rolling forward.
āLemme see it, pretty girl, come for me.ā
You gasped at the filth spilling from his lips into you. It was more than enough to finally make the tension snap in your lower stomach, still rocking your hips over his mouth while you whimpered his name over and over again like a prayer.
Logan was practically growling into your cunt, feeling your muscles contract around his prodding tongue. He was trying to catch anything that possibly came from your release. You tasted good, but when you finished? Even fucking better.
āLo-Logan, too much, sā too much,ā you tried to protest as he kept your thighs locked around his face, still lapping at you without slowing his pace. He hummed in response and finally let you go when he was sure heād licked you clean.
You lifted your hips and moved to sit beside him on your heels, almost in pain at the loss of physical contact. When you finally got to see his face, his lips were red and raw, his chin and even the side of his cheeks coated in your slick. You watched in awe as he wiped his cheek, bringing his hand up to his mouth after to lick it clean.
āTaste fucking amazing,ā he assured you, keeping his eyes on yours when he sucked on one of his fingers.
You caught sight of his obvious and rather large erection and your mouth began to water. Once again, you were lost in the thought of how good it would be to feel the weight of his cock in your mouth.
āYou alright, baby?ā
āYeah, I - um,ā you sighed, leaning forward on your hands, ācan I - can I have it in my mouth? Just for a little bit?ā
Your hand rested on his hip, fingers grazing the waistband of his sweatpants, dangerously close.
āShit,ā he huffed, his cock twitching from the anticipation, āyou wanna?ā
You nodded eagerly, pulling his pants and boxers down his thighs when he lifted his hips.
āHey,ā he tenderly stopped your hand as you reached to touch him, āIām tellinā you now, girl -Ā you can suck it ācause you asked so nicely but Iām not cominā unless itās in you.ā
He let go of your wrist and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, continuing to speak.
āI can fill your throat another time, yeah?ā
You were speechless, lidded eyes switching from his face to his swollen cock and back again. You nodded in agreement.
You guessed Logan would be big - he was generally a large guy - but you could feel the drool gathering in your mouth when his cock sprung out of his boxers to hit his stomach. He was fucking huge. You mightāve been nervous if you werenāt so eager to fit him into your mouth. You finally leaned down to wrap a hand around the base of his cock, softly licking at his leaking tip.
Logan threaded your hair between his fingers, gathering as much as he could to form a makeshift ponytail that was held together by his fist.Ā
āLike seeinā your pretty face. Youāre so fuckinā gorgeous, you know that?ā
His words only spurred you on and you gathered as much saliva as possible so you could spit onto his cock. When you did, you started to stroke him in a slow rhythm that had him rocking his hips towards your hand already. His mouth hung open and his eyes were glued to your movements, watching you work your hand up and down. Your spit coated your hand and his cock to the point that it was dripping down his balls.
The moment you finally closed your mouth around him, he was practically a mess.
You took him as deep as you could, relaxing your throat and steadily breathing. You gagged as his tip hit the back of your throat and he groaned. He watched your head bob up and down while you simultaneously stroked whatever you couldnāt fit into your mouth. He huffed out your name in between cursing under his breath. His gaze caught the mirror heād nearly forgotten about and he couldāve came just from the sight of your mouth drooling around him.
āSo good, baby,ā he sighed, licking his lips, āyou look so pretty suckinā my cock.ā
You reveled in the praises spilling from his lips. Chasing more, you used your hand that wasnāt around him to cup his balls and massage gently. He actually whimpered and you could feel Loganās legs start to shake a bit.
āAlright, enough - ,ā he grunted, using his grip on your hair to pull your mouth from him and push your hand away.
You almost looked hurt, pouting while looking between him and his glistening cock. Truthfully, you liked the taste of him. Loved it, really, so much so that you had to hold back from diving right back into position. Just the idea had you clenching your thighs together when you thought of it. When your mouth was already on him? You were so wet again that it was starting to smear across your inner thighs.
āSorry, doll,ā he apologized while swiping fallen strands of hair from your face, ātoo close.ā
It felt exhilarating being able to turn big, bad, scary Wolverine into a whimpering mess after only a couple minutes in your mouth.
āIām gonna come in you,ā he reiterated, āgonna make you mine.ā
You just about melted into putty from his words.
ā ām yours, āv been yours.ā
Your voice was desperate and you crawled onto him, straddling his hips. Your bare cunt slid against the base of his cock and his hips jerked up.
āFuck,ā he panted, āyou wanna know somethinā? Been thinking about this for so long, even when I thought you hated me - I couldnāt help it.ā
āMe too,ā you replied, hands on his chest to steady yourself, āeven when I thought you hated me. Used to think - to think about jusā getting you alone.ā
āYeah?ā He teased, one of his hands coming down to align his cock with your entrance, āwhat did you think about doing when you got me alone, hm?ā
āI - ah, f-fuck,ā you tried to speak, stuttering when he started to slip himself in as slowly as possible, āletting you fuck me, having - having your fingers in me.ā
āSo, is it as good as you imagined?ā
āMm,ā you tried to respond and only whined from the pressure of Logan pushing you down further onto his cock and stretching you out, ābetter, itās better.ā
āYou think you can take all of it, sweetheart?ā
āI need it, please, please, Logan - need you.ā
You could rarely recognize your own voice, strained and desperate.
āOnly ācause you begged so nice.ā
In one hard thrust, he pushed your hips down onto his.
Your jaw hung open and your eyes rolled back into your head. Youād never felt so fucking full before, like he reached every inch of where you wanted him.Ā
āFucking - Christ, Logan, you - ah,ā your sentence was cut off when he began to grind up into you, using his grip on your hips to keep you steady and gently help guide you up and down.Ā
āHm? What, baby?ā
When you sat back down on him, he used an iron grip to keep you where you were, pushing himself as far into you as he possibly could. The friction on your clit made your pussy twitch and he definitely felt it, pulling you back and forth a little bit.
Again, you couldnāt speak - too distracted by the indescribable feeling of having him sheathed completely inside you. Your eyes started to water, tears forming from the overwhelming pleasure in the pit of your stomach.Ā
āFuck me,ā you nearly sobbed, leaning forward to bury your face in his neck, āplease, please.ā
He finally let you lift your hips up and down again and you were a whining fucking mess. Logan could see over your shoulder into the mirror and he marveled at the white ring you left around the base of his cock every time you lifted your hips. You were messy, exactly how he wanted you - heād probably lick you clean after, if youād let him.
You were rambling into his neck, panting, āso fucking - youāre so big, oh my god, need you all - ah - all the time.ā
He was smirking to himself, smug from how he was able to fuck you to the point that you were just letting go completely - telling him every thought that popped into your mind while you were still on top of him. You worked yourself up to a steady rhythm and he indulged in the image of your tits bouncing above him when you sat up.Ā
āSo good, honey - takinā me so well, like you were made for me,ā he groaned. His eyes never left yours.
ā ām made for - for you,ā you slurred, rolling your hips.
āThatās right, sweetheart. Whoās this pussy belong to, huh? Tell me.ā
āYours, I - itās yours, Logan.ā
Your thighs started to ache pretty quickly, your pace faltering as he kept steadily drilling up into you.Ā
āAre you sore, baby? You wanna switch?ā
His voice was so soft in comparison to how he was speaking moments earlier through gritted teeth. You nodded and let him lay you on your back, climbing over you and caging you in with his forearms on either side of your head. He placed a tender kiss on your forehead, both cheeks, the tip of your nose and finally, your lips. You were absolutely giddy from the sickly sweet moments you shared inbetween the times where he was fucking you so hard you were out of breath.Ā
Your ankles locked behind Loganās back to pull him into you while he tried to guide himself with his hand. He slipped back in effortlessly and ground his hips forward, pinning you down to the mattress. One of his arms was snaked around your back to hold you closer and the other was holding your wrists together above your head.
His hips rolled forward and he hit a spot inside of you that made the fire in the pit of your stomach rise.
You choked out a sob and tried to squirm in an attempt to free your wrists, but you both knew there was no way youād wiggle out of his grip unless he let you. To no surprise, a man made of mostly metal was almost impossibly strong when he pinned you down with his hands and hips.
āI gotchaā.ā he panted, so close that your noses brushed together when he thrust forward, āyouāre not goinā anywhere, sweetheart.ā
As if youād want to move from your spot underneath him.
Your eyes caught the shining metal of the dog tags hanging from his neck, swinging back and forth over your chest when he moved. When you looked back up to his face, his eyes were boring into yours. His face was flushed and his mouth hung open, sweat accumulating on his brow. He looked fucking gorgeous. You were going to tell him so, try to lean up to kiss him, but he spoke again before you could.
āIām in love with you - ām so in love with you, you know that?ā
The pace of his thrusts quickened and you couldāve cried at the sincerity had he not been drilling into you so hard that you could barely open your eyes.
āI - Iām, ah - in love with - with you, too,ā you choked out between gasps.
āSo pretty,ā he muttered, finally letting go of your wrists so he could hold your chin to force you to keep your eyes on him, āiām so fucking lucky.ā
It was all too much - the sincere adoration in his voice combined with the filthy way he was snapping his hips into yours - and you could feel the knot in your lower stomach start to come undone.
āLogan, fuck, Iām -,ā you tried to tell him you were close, but his thrusts were knocking the wind out of you.
āGod, please - cāmon, cāmon,ā he was pleading through gritted teeth, trying with everything in him to hold back from coming before you did. His hand slipped between your bodies so he could draw tight circles around your clit and your eyes squeezed shut in ecstacy.Ā
You were chanting his name after a couple more strokes, tears rolling down the side of your face while he pounded you through your orgasm. You were practically seeing stars, your legs shaking around his waist.
He could feel your muscles contract around him and his movements became sloppy. He was grunting with every roll of his hips, muttering praises under his breath.
So fucking pretty
Look so beautiful like this
So perfect
He was spilling into you seconds later, animalistically groaning into your ear. His hips slowed to a halt, his arms still wrapped around you. You were both shiny and sticky with sweat, panting with flushed faces. When he pulled his face from your ear, he was beaming like an idiot, already drowsy.
āWas that good, baby?ā
He was still out of breath, using one arm to weakly hold himself above you while he stroked your hair.Ā
āAre you serious? More than good,ā you chuckled, āamazing.ā
He tenderly kissed your forehead and rolled beside you, immediately wrapping you in his arms.
āDonāt we have to clean up?ā you asked, eyes already starting to flutter closed.
āMhm,ā he hummed, nuzzling his face into the back of your neck, ācan do it later - wanna cuddle.ā
You grinned wide, amused by how damn cute he was. You simply hummed in agreement, resting your hand over his.
āLogan?ā
āMm?ā
āI love you.ā
āI love you too, sweetheart.ā
A/N: I had to close my laptop and walk away a a couple time while writing this so I hope it drives you as insane as it did me! I'm gnawing at the bars of my enclosure
If you enjoyed, thank you for reading and pls like/reblog!! <3 and thank u sm for the love on part 1!
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library introduction minors do NOT interact!
SYNOPSIS. you never expected to hear dean's thoughts this clearlyāespecially not when they're about you in the most unexpected way.
WARNING(S). mentions of masturbation | f!reader | overwhelming thoughts | telepathy | physical sensations triggered by another person's thoughts | heavy unresolved romantic/sexual tension | mutual pining | awkwardness | emotional vulnerability | telepath!reader | older!dean | reader is in her mid twenties | light jealousy (man gets jealous of a bunny. wild, huh? believe me, i know.) | tension-filled misunderstandings | new unexplained ability reader develops.
KARI'S NOTES. ignore the fact that my blog is a mess of things & i've changed the layout for my fics many times :) can this also be considered an early bday gift for dean ??? i have a lil something planned for his special day but idk š¤·š»āāļæ½ļæ½ this is somewhat cutesy ig lol + tiny disclaimer <3 the photos above r used solely for aesthetic purposes !!!!
it's late in the bunkerāthe kind of silence that feels heavy, pressing against your ears as you sit alone in the library. sam and dean have both retreated to their rooms for the night, finally giving in to the exhaustion that comes with long hunts and endless research. but you? you're wide awake, as usual, hunched over a pile of lore books with your bunny, bolt, nibbling on hay in a little pile you set out for him. the faint sound of his chewing and the occasional rustle of paper are the only things breaking the stillness.
you pop another blue peanut m&m into your mouth, the faint crunch grounding you as your eyes scan the faded text in front of you. you're so closeāso damn closeāto deciphering the last piece of this puzzle for their next case. you can feel it right there, just out of reach, the answer dancing at the edge of your mind.
but then, like a radio station suddenly switching frequencies, you hear it.
someone's thoughts.
you pause mid-bite, your jaw tightening as you inwardly groan. who the hell is thinking this loud so late at night?
it's not unusual for you to pick up on stray thoughts; it's part of being a telepath. but this? this is loud. intrusive. like someone shouting directly into your brain. you pinch the bridge of your nose, trying to block it out, to focus on the task at hand. you've gotten good at tuning people out over the years, but some thoughts are harder to ignore than others.
you shake your head, turning the page of the lore book in front of you, determined to push through the distraction. but the thoughts don't stop. they keep coming, louder and more insistent, like waves crashing against the shore.
and then you realize something.
these thoughtsā¦ they're familiar.
at first, you think it's sam. he has a tendency to overthink even in his sleep, his dreams sometimes bleeding into his waking thoughts. but no, this isn't sam. his mind is quiet, the kind of stillness that comes with deep, dreamless sleep.
it has to be dean.
your heart skips a beat, your breath catching in your throat as the realization settles in.
dean.
you grip the edge of the table, your fingers curling tightly around the wood as his thoughts flood your mind. he's begging. it's desperate, raw, like he's pleading for something he can't have. but it's not just his wordsāhis emotions are pouring through, too, overwhelming you with their intensity.
your chest tightens, your heartbeat quickening to match his. there's a strange knot forming in your lower abdomen, a heat that spreads through your body, and you have to clutch at your stomach to steady yourself. biting down on your bottom lip, you try to hold back the whimper threatening to escape.
he's calling your name. not out loud, but in his mind. over and over, like a prayer.
and then it happensāsomething that's never happened to you before.
you see through his eyes.
for a moment, you're no longer in the library. you're somewhere else entirely, looking through dean's gaze as he lies in bed. your breath hitches as you take in the scene before you: his hand, moving with a rough, almost frantic rhythm over himself, and in the other hand?
a polaroid.
your polaroid.
it's a picture he took of you during one of your outings, the sunlight making your skin glow as you posed for a photo. you remember the moment vividlyāhow he insisted on taking the photo despite your protests, how he teased you about how good you looked in your little dress.
and now he's using it.
you let out a tiny gasp, the sound startling bolt, who looks up at you with wide, curious eyes. you're back in the library now, your cheeks burning as you try to process what you just saw.
dean. was. masturbating. to. your. photo.
you shake your head, trying to banish the image from your mind, but it's too late. it's seared into your memory, the raw need in his thoughts still lingering like an echo.
you don't get much sleep after that.
the next morning, you're in the kitchen, trying to shake off the haze from the night before. bolt sits at your feet, munching on his breakfast as you make yourself a cup of coffee. you're dressed in one of your favorite nightgowns, a tiny blue satin thing with lace trimming, paired with a matching silk robe. it's comfortable, soft against your skin, and you don't think much about it as you move around the kitchen.
you're lost in thought, replaying everything from the night before, when you hear the sound of footsteps behind you. you turn, startled, and there he is.
dean.
he's rubbing his tired eyes, his hair sticking up in every direction, and his t-shirt clings to his chest in a way that makes it hard not to stare. he doesn't say anything at first, just grunts in acknowledgment as he heads for the coffee pot, but you can feel the tension radiating off him.
"morning," you say, your voice light, though your heart is pounding in your chest.
"mornin'," he mutters, his voice rough with sleep.
you take a seat at the table, bolt hopping onto your lap as you sip your coffee. dean follows a moment later, his eyes flicking to the bunny and then to you.
"does he have to sit on your lap?" he grumbles, though the jealousy in his thoughts is loud and clear.
you can't help but smirk. "why are you so jealous of a bunny?ā
his eyes narrow, and he shoots you a pointed look. "stay out of my head, sweetheart."
but you're not about to let him off that easily. setting your coffee down, you lean forward slightly, your gaze locking onto his.
"how come you were begging for me last night?"
he freezes, his jaw tightening as his eyes widen. for a moment, he looks like a deer caught in headlights, and you almost feel bad for him. almost.
"i don't know what you're talkin' about," he says quickly, his voice stiff as he avoids your gaze.
you frown, not buying his act for a second. "dean."
he tries to deflect, asking you something about the research you were doing last night, but you're not letting this go.
"don't lie to me," you say softly, your voice firm. "i know what i heard. i know what i felt."
his cheeks flush, a rare sight that only makes you more determined. but DEAN WINCHESTER is nothing if not stubborn, and he's not about to admit what you already know.
two idiots in love, too afraid to take the leap.
and yet, the truth lingers in the air between you, unspoken but undeniable.
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How the current F1 grid acts after going from your friend to lover
Some sections inspired by prompts from @me-writes-prompts
Some are longer than others just depending on how inspired I was, not playing favourites I swear!
Some are angsty, some are fluffy. Some are a lil sexy but theyāre all basically just different post friends-to-lovers scenarios. Enjoy!
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#1 Max Verstappen
He relishes in your warm touch against his skin, but he was still so unfamiliar when it happened in front of his friends - even the soft press of your lips against his cheek had his cheeks turning the darkest shade of pink, his next words coming out as stammers. He would be annoyed by the way his friends - your friends - teased him about it but after years of pining - he was just glad he finally got to call you his, your soft giggles filling his ears as he proudly admitted that he was, in fact, a massive simp.
āYouāre cute.ā You whisper in his ear, laughing when somehow his cheeks darkened even more.
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#2 Logan Sargeant
You could see Logan watching you out of the corner of your eye as the two of you made lunch - you couldnāt help the smile that tugged your mouth. āYouāre staring, Logan.ā His cheeks flushed, but he approaches you nonetheless - his eyes sparkling. āCanā¦ā He took a deep breath. āMayā¦ May I kiss you? Please.ā A soft hum left your lips as you looped your arms over his shoulders, fingers carding through the hair at the nape of his neck. āYou donāt have to askā¦ Iām yours.ā
He ducked his head to press a sweet kiss to your lips. āIām not sure Iāll ever get used to saying that.ā
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#3 Daniel Ricciardo
The moment the two of you locked eyes, you burst into laughter - tears rolling down your cheeks as you lent into his hold, his cackles bouncing off of the walls as the people around you exchanged looks. āDid I say something funny?ā You tried to explain but you couldnāt get a full sentence out without your own giggles cutting you off.
āAre you guys crazy or what?ā Daniel managed to calm his laughter just for a moment - his brown eyes sparkling as he looked at you, his smile morphing from one of humour to one of fondness as you tried to calm yourself, wiping away a tear. Crazy in love, maybe.
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#4 Lando Norris
You were rudely awoken by a repeated clacking against your window - none other than Lando stood down on the ground, smiling up at you when you finally opened up the glass to look down. āWhat on earth are you doing?ā You laughed. āYouāre my boyfriend now, we donāt need to sneak around anymore.ā
When you let him into your place, his hands were immediately on your hips - pressing a deep kiss to your lips. āI miss sneaking around.ā He hummed, somehow hauling you even closer. āBut I do have to admitā¦ this is better. Showing off to everyone that youāre mine.ā
āYours, huh?ā You purr. āShould make me scream loud enough that my neighbours know too.ā
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#10 Pierre Gasly
Your breath catches in your throat as he presses you into the wall - his arms caged either side of your head as the music thumps loud in your ears. The smirk that toys on his lips has your heart pounding in your chest. He pressed his body against yours - the months of pining after you were finally over and he had you exactly where he wanted you. āI know exactly what youāre thinkingā¦ā
āOh? You do?ā You tease, letting your hands run up his chest. āAnd what are you gonna do about that, mon amour?ā
His chuckle was dark, a thrill zipped up your spine - and as his eyes locked against yours, you knew you were in for a wild night.
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#14 Fernando Alonso
You couldnāt wrap your head around how often his hands were on you - before it was always just a ghostly hand on the small of your back or a gentle hand on your shoulder but now? Heād haul you onto your lap whenever he got the chance, his large hands finding purchase on your waist. Or heād sweep you into a kiss in front of large crowds, not caring who was watching - and you couldnāt get enough.
āNando, if I knew you were going to be like thisā¦ I wouldāve confessed my feelings for you a whole lot soonerā You laughed, as he had practically run away from his PR agent to sweep you up into a massive hug.
āI donāt know how I managed to keep my hands to myself for all of those years, Iām just glad I donāt have to hold back anymore.ā
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#16 Charles Leclerc
As his arms slipped around your middle, chin coming to rest on your shoulder - you felt content. After years of mutual pining, his touch felt more natural than ever. The two of you had always been close and the transitions from friends to lovers was so natural, his touches became more intentional, his hugs lasted longer - his hands lower. You turned in his hold so you could brush your lips together in a longing kiss, his stubbled cheeks in your hands. āI missed you.ā
āI missed you too, mon chou.ā He hummed. āBut unlike all the other times? I can show you just how much.ā Your laughter was as light as air as he scooped you up into his arms to whisk you to the confines of your bedroom.
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#18 Lance Stroll
Things were still new, fresh, so you decided to keep the nature of your blossoming relationship between the two of you private. But that didnāt stop you from stealing glances at each other across the garage whenever you could, struggling to hold back the smiles. He was brought back down to earth when an engineer nudged a shoulder against his- turning to be met with a teasing, raised brow.
āSo, you two..?ā
āWeāre friends.ā
āJust friends?ā
He let his gaze fall back to you, unable to help the smile on his face as you gave him a knowing look.
āYeah, just friends.ā
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#20 Kevin Magnussen
Kevin wasnāt huge on PDA, sure - he was more than happy to hold your hand, but for the most part he kept his hands to himself, especially at work. But when it got busy, sardines packed into a small office space for some last minute announcement - heād always find his way to your side, arm brushed right up against yours. As Ayao addressed the room, he leant in - his voice a whisper. āFancy a distraction?ā
āDepends what you have in mind, Kev.ā You whispered back, eyes forward - trying your best to pay attention, but your cheeks instantly heated up as his hand ghosts over your rear.
āYou have no idea, sĆøde.ā
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#22 Yuki Tsunoda
Youād fallen asleep on Yuki before - he used to freeze up, determined not to move an inch in order not to wake you. But this time, with your head on his chest - hand splayed across his shirt, he simply pulled the blanket off of the back of the sofa and laid it across you both.
He smiled softly as you grumbled and snuggled in closer, allowing him to press a gentle kiss to the top of your head and close his own eyes - just enjoying the weight and warmth of your body on top of his.
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#23 Alex Albon
It was surprisingly warm as the two of you laid on a picnic blanket under the stars, your head rested on his chest - a strong arm tucked underneath you. This was the first real time youād spent together alone since youād both finally admitted your feelings and it felt so right. You let your eyes flicker across the stars, a soft gasp passing your lips as you witnessed a shooting star.
āI donāt think Greggs is open this late.ā
āHow on earth did you know I wished for a sausage roll?ā
He chuckled softly. āI know you better than anyone else.ā
āDo you though?ā
His gaze flickered down to you as you propped your chin up on his chest to look up at him, the smile on his face fond. āOf course I do.ā
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#24 Zhou Guanyu
āOpen up.ā
You opened your mouth, allowing his hand to guide the spoon between your lips - hand cupped beneath your chin to catch any potential dribbles. He watched with eager eyes as you swallowed, the flavours washing over your chin. āOh my god, thatās delicious.ā
āAnd to think, you doubted me.ā
With a playful roll of the eyes, you pressed a kiss to his cheek. āYouāve never cooked anything more than instant ramen in my presence. How was I supposed to know?ā
āCooking is my love language, so get used to itā¦ gonna make sure youāre never hungry.ā
āOh, a boyfriend whoās my own personal chef? I am lucky.ā
He grinned at that.
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#31 Esteban Ocon
You wobbled as you fished through the piles of jackets on the bed, trying to fish out your jacket as Esteban leant against the doorframe with a playful smile on his face. āYou should just stay here, mon ange.ā
A soft whine left your lips. āEstie, I shouldnāt.ā
He approached you, his hands wrapping around your middle - pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. āStay. I insistā¦ itās cold out, Iāll keep you warm.ā
After a moment of protest, you looped your arms around his neck, pulling him down into a kiss. āOkay, youāve convinced me.ā
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#44 Lewis Hamilton
Although you were more than friends, you were still yet to let him put a label on it. Too scared that saying you were more than just two people screwing, would open yourself up to heartbreak.
But it was different this time, his eyes full of want as his fingers brushed across the skin of your jaw. You wanted to be his, you lent in to kiss him but his grip on your face stopped you, a smirk tugging on his lips. āLew, please.ā
āYou know exactly what I want, sweetheart.ā He whispered, lips brushing lightly over yours. āI need you to say it. I want to hear you say it.ā
āIām yours, Lewis. Alwaysā¦ Now, kiss me.ā
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#55 Carlos Sainz
It was crowded and loud, shoulders bumping against yours - throat burning from having to shout loud enough for anyone to hear you. You swirled your drink in your glass, chin propped up on your hand as you lent against the bar. Carlos could see the scowl on your face from across the room, so he politely excused himself from his friends to approach you.
āMi vida.ā Somehow you managed to hear his low purr over the music. āYou look bored.ā
You looked up to him, his brown eyes boring into yours. āSo bored.ā
He chuckled softly, pressing a deep kiss to your lips - stealing your breath. āWe should definitely get out of here? Donāt you think so?ā
It was almost comical how fast you nodded, letting him haul you out of the club.
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#63 George Russell
āStop walking away from me!ā He practically yelled, halting you in your tracks - you turned to face him, tears rolling down your cheeks. āYouāre my best friend, I just.. I just canāt lose you.ā
You scowled. āGod, I hate that word.ā
āLose?ā
āFriend.ā You groaned, rubbing your eyes. āGeorge, weāre not just friends, weāve not been just friends for a long timeā¦ā
He stepped closer, taking your hands away from your face - linking your fingers together by your side. āI know, this is all just so new to me. I care about you endlesslyā¦ I want this, us, to work.ā
You smiled softly, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him softly. āWeāll take it one day at a time, okay?ā
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#77 Valtteri Bottas
āYou look tired.ā
You looked up from your coffee as Valtteri stepped into the room - his mullet messy from sleep as he stepped around the kitchen counter to give you a kiss. The two of you had been roommates for two years, but had recently found yourselves falling comfortably in a relationship - his bedroom long since abandoned.
āI did not know you had the ability to snore that loud, Val.ā
He let out a snort of a chuckle. āWell, it wasnāt like I knew that you sleep with a hundred stuffed animals either.ā
You giggled, placing your mug on the counter so you could pull him closer. āYou wanna go back to your own room?ā
āWouldnāt dream of it.ā
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#81 Oscar Piastri
āThis was a terrible idea.ā
Oscar laughed as he stood just ahead of you on the ice - you were holding onto the railing for dear life as you shuffled your skates towards him. He rolled his eyes and effortlessly skated over. āYouāll never get better if you donāt let go. I wonāt let you fall.ā
With a huff you finally relinquished your grip and made an attempt to skate, for a moment - it feels like you have it, but a second later youāre crashing face first into Oscarās chest - the two of you falling back onto the ice.
āOh my god, Osc. Iām so sorry!ā You squeaked. āYou okay?ā
āI got you flowers for our first date and you gave me a concussion, that doesnāt seem like a fair deal.ā He teased. āA kiss would make it better.ā
With a playful roll of the eyes you lent down to kiss him - definitely a first date to remember.
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A lil bit of everything for everyone! Hope you enjoyed x
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Iām not sure if requests are still open or not (if they arenāt just ignore this!!) but if they are, Iād love a really sweet top sal fisher kinda thing!
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ššš ššššš ĖĖĖ | starring sal fisher
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*~smut!~* [šššššššš]: softdom!sal x sub!reader, mentions of p in v, oral (fem receiving), praising (pronouns used): AFAB reader
First piece I've posted in a bit, no other subject than my lil mass murderer himself <3
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ā¹ Ö“Ö¶Öøš²ą£Ŗš¹ Sal isn't really a rough sex kinda guy anyways, but he also isn't super into being the bottom, so he's a soft dominant all the way. ā¹ Ö“Ö¶Öøš²ą£Ŗš¹ He's incredibly big on dirty talk, though, even though he doesn't really seem like he would be. (It's always the soft spoken ones, bro!)
"You're being such a good girl for me." "I know it hurts baby, but you're doing so fucking good." "I'm so fucking proud of you for taking all of my cock." "You look so beautiful with your mouth around my dick, baby."
ā¹ Ö“Ö¶Öøš²ą£Ŗš¹ Sal loves when you're a mindless little sub baby for him. You sitting on the floor in front of him with your cheek against his leg while he absently rubs your hair and praises you- ugh, heaven for him.
ā¹ Ö“Ö¶Öøš²ą£Ŗš¹ If you had a rough day at school or something, he loves edging you to sleep. Just using his fingers to stroke away at your insides, except he doesn't let you cum until you tell him you feel better.
ā¹ Ö“Ö¶Öøš²ą£Ŗš¹ Or he just lets you sleepily rut yourself against his cock while murmuring to you in a soft voice.
"Shhh, you don't need to think, just fuck yourself to sleep, little bird."
ā¹ Ö“Ö¶Öøš²ą£Ŗš¹ Sal starts getting hella cocky when you become a mindless, drooling mess from bouncing on his cock for hours on end while he just smirks and gives you compliments about it.
ā¹ Ö“Ö¶Öøš²ą£Ŗš¹ He loves getting head from you. The sight of you between his legs, struggling to get past a couple inches, tears streaming down your face while you whimper like a good little fuck baby and he gently wipes your tears away with his thumbs and gently talks you through it.
"Ah.. shh, there you go, atta girl.. Just a little further for me? Can you do that baby? Can- ahhh, fuck yeah, there we go, just like that.."
ā¹ Ö“Ö¶Öøš²ą£Ŗš¹ He also uses his dominance to help you develop a sense of self respect and make healthy habits. You made your bed today? He'll fuck you in it and make it back up for you when you're down. You brushed your teeth? He'll give you the greatest head of your life. You ate breakfast today? He'll rub your clit and tell you how proud he is of you for trying today.
[A Note From Zee]
I apologize for taking so long, I just have not been in the mindset to write recently- Hopefully I can get some more (longer/better) requests settled out this weekend.
#š Ū«ā HEADCANON.ā ąØą§ā Ā· Ė#ā¹ . SMUT Ū« .#sal fisher#sal fisher smut#sal fisher x reader#sal fisher x you#sally face x reader#sally face smut#sally face#sally face x you
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wet dreamz || sim jaeyun x reader
note: 18+ mdni!! yāall know the song lol changed it up a lil for the story tho :P this turned out longer than i expected and maybe needs a part two (??? lmk) also this is my first time writing full smut so i hope itās not too bad and that yāall enjoy anyway okayy gn :3 not proofread sorry!! | pt.2 here |
this had honestly never happened to jake before; waking up in his bed, heart racing, covered in sweat, and pants soaked.
he just couldnāt help it though.
you hadnāt even noticed him before you got partnered up for a project. but him? oh, his eyes were on you the second you walked through that door on the first day of class.
how pretty you looked laughing with your friends. the sweet smell of your perfume as you walked past. the way you always got the answers right when you got called on. it started off so innocent, just a little campus crush.
after you became partners, everything changed though. the project went perfectly, of course, with both of you acing the class it was easy. but after it was over, you didnāt go back to sitting with your friends like jake thought you would. you stayed there, right next to him, every day.
you became friends. you exchanged phone numbers and you hung out quite often in the library or student center. the more time you spent together, the more jakeās want for you grew.
jake just didnāt understand how you could be so effortlessly perfect for him though.
you, on the other hand, knew exactly what you were doing. youād observed jake long enough to know that heās probably never made it past second base with a girl.
the way heād turn red when youād scoot over touching your thighs to his. the way his mouth went dry when youād lean over his desk in a very low cut shirt. even the way heād stare at your lips after you applied your lip gloss.
all the things you purposefully did to get his attention. because obviously how could you not go after him, he was just your type. sweet, nerdy guy who was also extremely hot.
and so far, you were doing an excellent job at it. but you were getting a little impatient with him, so you decided to tell him about this loser guy who took you out the other day. and fuck it, you decided to slip it into the conversation that he couldnāt even make you finish.
you smiled when the text bubbles appeared and disappeared over and over again. how cute.
jakeyjakey: donāt let someone like that take you out again.
you: ikr. need to find someone who can get the job doneā¦
jakeyjakey: if you gave me the chance y/n, iād show you a great time.
it definitely wasnāt expected but who were you to complain when this is exactly what you wanted. so you let him know that your roommate would be gone visiting family this weekend & that maybe he should come overā¦
so he went to bed that night, thinking about the weekend coming up. thinking about you.
and he had a sweet, sweet dream. it was so realistic too. the way your pillows smelled like you as he laid back on them with you on his lap. how soft your thighs were as his fingers grazed over them. your eyes darker than heās ever seen them, and your voice so quiet he could barely hear it over his heartbeat.
he felt the coil in his stomach tighten the second your lips were on his. you tasted like strawberries (or at least thatās what he thought youād taste like because of your pink gloss).
you held his face gently as you kissed him. and your tongue slipped inside his mouth so easily when he let out a deep moan for you. his eyes squeezed shut as he felt you grind down on him. your pace speeding up the longer his lips were on yours.
ājake,ā you panted, he didnāt know he could want to hear your voice more but you proved him wrong with the way you sounded right now. ācan you touch me?ā
he couldāve came right then but he took a deep breath to compose himself and nodded, his eyes not leaving yours. he dragged his hands up your thighs and under your skirt, stopping at your ass to give it a squeeze to which you let out a whine.
giving his confidence a boost, he kept going up with one of his hands, pressing down on your lower back to close the small distance between your bodies and grinding up into you.
he broke the kiss to look down between your bodies and saw your hands working on unbuttoning his pants. he didnāt know how his breathing could become even more ragged but it did. especially so when he felt your cold hands pull his cock out of his pants, and he had to look away. he squeezed his eyes shut trying to focus but how could he with your delicate hands stroking him so perfectly.
ājakey, you said youād show me a good time,ā you said, looking up at him with those irresistible eyes of yours. fuck, fuck was all jake could think as he rolled you over, positioning himself between your legs.
āi know i did, angel,ā he whispered by your ear, placing a kiss right below it. he reached under your skirt, then pulled your underwear all the way down your legs. āiāll take care of you, donāt worry.ā
he lined himself up quickly, not wanting to look like heād never done this before. then he leaned down for a quick peck making you smile into the kiss and hearing that pretty little laugh he loves to hear. now he could push in gently and it was easier than he thought itād be.
there was still resistance though because you were tight. so tight he had to drop his head down beside you and just breathe for a second. he could honestly just stay here forever, his cock buried so deep in you. he loved the feeling more than he expected.
you placed a hand on the nape of his neck, fingers tangled in his hair, your other hand soothing his arm that supported his weight above you. and he wanted this you always, every day, never wanted to hear you talk about another man again.
so he started thrusting into you, slow but hard thrusts. with you squeezing his arm, pulling on his hair, and moaning out his name, he was a goner for sure. āyes, thatās what i wanna hear,ā he said, lips on yours as he kissed you again.
he kissed on your neck, and brought his hand down to rub circles on your clit just like in the videos he studied for you. he never heard your voice this loud before, couldnāt believe the way you looked with your head thrown back as you came around him.
he was close now too, knew his thrusts were getting sloppier. but you wrapped your legs around his waist, lifting your hips to meet his thrusts. āgod, youāre so good for me,ā he whined.
āiām so close,ā he said, kissing you again as you put your arms around his neck. then he heard you whisper something that he didnāt quite catch, he leaned in closer so you could repeat it.
ābabe, please come in me,ā you whispered. and thatās all it took for him to come undone, a moaning mess as he filled you up. he was panting at this point, trying to regulate his breathing.
and unfortunately thatās exactly how he woke up. in his own bed, heart racing, covered in sweat, and pants soaked. only one thing, or more specifically, person on his mind.
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ąØą§ ā The Harry Potter boys and their Love Languages ( ĖĶĢź³ĖĶĢ )ą© ; š¦¹ + ā”
ź¤ ā Characters ; Harry J Potter. Ron Weasley. Fred Weasley. George Weasley. Neville Longbottom. Draco Malfoy. Cedric Diggory.
ź¤ ā Discretion ; none!! just fluff and love.
ź¤ ā A/n ; eee iām so sorry for disappearing for a bit ā¹ļø. but i appreciate alll the support u guys have been showing me on all my works!! ily guys!! so hereās a fun lil treat :3 thank u endlessly š«¶š»
; masterlist.
ąØą§ ā Harry J. Potter & Acts Of Service.
Harry isnāt good with wordsānot the ones that matter, anyway. He stumbles, stammers, gets stuck trying to say how he feels. But when it comes to showing you, thereās no hesitation. His love is found in the way he waits outside the library to walk you back to the common room, how he memorizes your favorite tea and makes sure thereās always enough sugar. Itās the way he notices when youāre too tired to finish an essay and stays up scribbling notes for you even though heās just as exhausted.
Heās the boy who gives pieces of himself quietly, always watching, always finding the small gaps in your day where he can slip in and help without you asking. Because thatās what he needsāto feel like heās protecting you, even from the smallest inconveniences.
Harry doesnāt say I love you in grand speeches. He says it in the way he fixes your broken quill without telling you, how he gives you the better seat at dinner, how heād gladly carry your burdens if you let him. To him, love is actionāevery unspoken Iāll take care of this wrapped in the quiet hope that youāll understand.
ąØą§ ā Ron Weasley & Quality Time.
Ron doesnāt need extravagant displays of affection; he just wants you. To be near you, to sit next to you, to share the little pieces of his world that make him who he is. He thrives in your presence, whether itās laughing over a ridiculous chess match, walking the long way to class just to keep the conversation going, or sitting quietly by the fire while the hours slip by unnoticed.
Time with you is how Ron shows he cares. Itās in the way he always makes room for youāon the couch, in his day, in his life. Heāll wait for you after lessons, save you a seat at every meal, and offer you the last Chocolate Frog without hesitation. Heās happiest when youāre there, no matter what youāre doing, because your company makes everything better.
For Ron, love is in the small, stolen moments. Itās in the way he notices the things you like, the way he teases you just enough to see you smile. He doesnāt need to say it out loudānot when every minute he spends with you is his way of saying, You matter to me.
ąØą§ ā Fred Weasley & Physical Touch.
Fred speaks in touchesāquick, fleeting, and full of mischief. A hand on your shoulder as he sneaks up behind you, a playful nudge of his elbow to make you laugh, the way his arm always ends up slung around your shoulders like it belongs there. Heās tactile in a way that feels effortless, like he canāt help himself when it comes to you.
But then there are the other touches, the ones that mean more than he ever says out loud. His hand brushing yours under the table, his fingers ghosting over your back when youāre standing close, the way he pulls you into a hug that lasts just a second longer than it should. Heās all warmth, all ease, all Fred.
With him, touch is a language of its own. Itās how he shows heās paying attention, how he steadies you when the world feels too loud, how he reminds you that heās thereāalways, without fail. Heāll twirl a strand of your hair around his finger while youāre trying to focus, just to see you roll your eyes, but his thumb will stroke gently over your knuckles when youāre quiet, reminding you that he sees more than you think.
Fredās love is in the way heās never far, his presence a constant, reassuring hum. Every touch, whether playful or tender, says what he wonāt always put into words: Iām here. Iāve got you. Youāre mine.
ąØą§ ā George Weasley & Acts Of Service.
George loves quietly, but he loves deeply. His affection isnāt loud or flashyāitās in the little things, the unnoticed gestures that leave no room for doubt. Heāll stay up late helping you finish that essay, even though heās got his own work waiting for him. Heāll charm the Gryffindor common room fire to burn just a little brighter when youāre cold, or tuck a sweet you love into your bag without a word.
With George, itās all about thoughtfulness. He pays attentionāreally pays attentionāto the things that make you happy. He knows your favorite snack, your favorite quill, the way you like your tea. He notices when youāve had a rough day before you even say a word, and his first instinct is to fix it. A joke, a small gift, a ridiculous gestureāitās all his way of saying, Iām here for you.
But his acts of service arenāt just practicalātheyāre personal. Heās always finding ways to make your life brighter, softer, more manageable. If youāre overwhelmed, heāll take something off your plate without you asking. If youāre sad, heāll make you laugh, even if it means making a fool of himself. And when you ask why he does it, heāll shrug, his ears pink, and say, āBecause I can.ā
Georgeās love is subtle but unwavering. Itās in every thoughtful detail, every small action, every quiet Iāll take care of it that he hopes youāll notice but never expects you to. Itās the kind of love that doesnāt demand attentionāit just is.
ąØą§ ā Neville Longbottom & Words Of Affirmation.
Nevilleās love is soft, steady, and full of reassurance. Heās the boy who sees the best in you, even when you canāt see it yourself. His words are careful, heartfelt, and impossibly earnestāheāll tell you how brilliant you are after every small success, remind you how brave you are when youāre doubting yourself, and whisper how beautiful you look when you catch him staring.
But Nevilleās words arenāt just sweet; theyāre intentional. He notices the things youāre insecure aboutāthe things you try to hideāand makes it his mission to remind you of your worth. When youāre frustrated or overwhelmed, heās the one who tells you, Itās okay. Youāve got this. Youāre stronger than you think. He believes in you wholeheartedly, and heāll never let you forget it.
His love is in the way he writes you little notes when heās too shy to say things out loud, the way he always manages to find the perfect compliment at the perfect moment. Nevilleās words arenāt about flatteryātheyāre about truth. He means every single one.
With Neville, you never have to wonder how he feels. His words wrap around you like a warm hug, a constant reminder that youāre loved, cherished, and seen. To him, every Youāre amazing is another way of saying, Iām so lucky to have you.
ąØą§ ā Draco Malfoy & Gift Giving.
Draco shows his love in the way he givesānot just things, but pieces of himself. His gifts are thoughtful, deliberate, and so carefully chosen that you canāt help but feel how much he pays attention. A rare book he tracked down because you mentioned it once, your favorite sweets neatly wrapped and waiting for you after a hard day, or an heirloom quill with a note that simply says, It reminded me of you.
Itās never about the price, though he pretends it is. Heāll roll his eyes and call it no big deal, but the way he watches your reaction gives him away every time. Because it isnāt just a giftāitās his way of saying, I see you. I notice what makes you happy. I care.
But itās not all material. Draco gives his time, his attention, his loyalty. Heās there when you need him, even if he doesnāt know what to say. He shows up with a coffee you didnāt ask for or slips a note into your bag that reads, Donāt forget how brilliant you are. Itās in the way he lends you his scarf when youāre cold or makes sure your favorite seat by the fire is saved.
Dracoās love is in the details, the way he always finds the perfect thing to remind you how much you mean to him. He doesnāt say I love you easily, but his gifts? They say it for him. Quietly, fiercely, and completely.
ąØą§ ā Cedric Diggory & Physical Touch.
Cedricās love is quiet, steady, and impossibly warm, and it shows in the way he touches you. Itās never demanding, always gentleāa hand at the small of your back as you walk through the halls, his fingers brushing yours under the table, or the way his arm wraps around your shoulders without hesitation when youāre cold. With Cedric, touch isnāt just comfort; itās a promise: Iām here, Iāve got you.
Heās affectionate in ways that feel effortless. Heāll press a kiss to your temple when no oneās looking, or pull you into a hug so tight it feels like heās shielding you from the world. When youāre upset, his thumb traces slow circles over the back of your hand, grounding you. And when words fail, itās his touch that reassures youālight, familiar, unshakable.
But itās the little moments that matter most. The way he reaches for you instinctively, his fingers intertwining with yours like they belong there. The way his forehead leans against yours in quiet moments, his breath mingling with yours in a silent exchange of youāre everything to me. Cedric doesnāt just touch you; he anchors you.
To him, love is closeness. Itās the warmth of his body against yours, the feel of his hand in yours, and the way heās always, always pulling you closerābecause with you, heās home.
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been sick for so long and all i need is abby to take care of me like the good girlfriend that she is !!! also look at her lil smile im acc deceased nobody speak to me ever again
16+, modern!au, sfw, throwing up (r!), this is short and ass
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do not even THINK about lying to this girl about your sicknessā¦ she will not buy a single second of it.
"abby i promise you i'm-" sneeze, "fine..." is there even any point trying to defend your case any longer when abby is looking at you like an unimpressed, disappointed mother with her hands on her hips?
she's already called issac to tell him that she isn't going to be in work until you're better. he tried to refuse and order her to come in, but abby didn't back down and stood her ground until he eventually backed off because nobody is more important than her girl!!
she quite literally cannot leave you alone, always rushing whenever she has to leave your side just in case you need her (she definitely trips and eats shit on the stairs because she was trying to get back to your room a lil too fast)
laying on her chest!!! her big arms wrapped around you and holding you close, kisses being peppered atop your head whenever she enters a cutscene in whatever game she's playing because you begged her to let you watch her play. it took a little convincing because abby just wants you to sleep and get the rest you need, but the second you flashed her those sad puppy dog eyes she was handing you the controller to let you pick out a game for her to play.
this girl always has tissues on her, stuffing her pockets full of them so she's ready for whenever you need them
i can just picture you making those funny noises people do before sneezing and abby practically TELEPORTING to you and shoving a scrunched up tissue in your face. she would be so proud of herself too and just look at you like "did i help? :D" yes you did sweetie you did such a good job!!!
you canāt convince that this girl doesnāt make the best grilled cheese and homemade tomato soup known to mankind, itās always her go to when youāre sick (not that youāre complaining because itās INCREDIBLE)
not being able to sleep because you canāt breathe and youāre just in so much pain, so abby lays awake with you until you eventually fall asleep :( unless she knows youāre okay and asleep she physically cannot fall asleep, her mind wonāt let her.
abby for sure keeps a bucket on her side of the bed for in the middle of the night (she doesnāt want you trying to reach for it and accidentally falling and hurting yourself)
abby is jolted awake almost immediately once you yourself wake up with a startle, shooting up into a sitting position as your hands fly to your mouth. sheās springing into action without even realising it, reaching down as quickly as possible to snatch the bucket and place it into your lap. āin the bucket baby, good girl there you goā she mumbles in that raspy sleep voice, one of her hands keeping a hold of the bucket in case you canāt while her free hand moves up to hold back your hair.
abby running you a bath with all of your favourite essentials lined up ready for you (need that). oh and she is 1000000% washing your hair and body for you, she canāt have her baby tiring herself out now can she?
even when you start to feel better sheās still just as attentive, you assure her that she can stop and just take a break but abby just continues whatever she was doing like she literally canāt hear you LMAO
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a/n: iām genuinely so sorry this is so bad š im still sick and barely had the energy to write this but i just wanted to post something SO bad. hope youāre all having a good day/night !! <3
#IM SORRY THIS IS SO BAD#hope you enjoyed anyway :)#couldnāt not post on my account 4TH BIRTHDAY#abby anderson#abby anderson x reader#tlou#abby anderson fluff#abby anderson comfort#abby anderson x you
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idk if this is your thing but i've been thinking about reader and breastmilk. specifically, ak!jason finding out bat!reader has breastmilk after he rips off their chest uniform and then sucks the milk like a starving man and you could hear him gulping it down
Haha, BatBrat? Hero? Parent? Nah, now Jasonās got his hands on you heās gonna turn you into his personal hucow, or maybe itās a mommy thing? Who knows, you pick. Tbh, lactation isnāt a kink Iāve explored before but AK!Jason could do anything to me. ANYTHING! Anā I had fun writing something a lil different, so much fun in fact that it turned out way longer than I'd intended, so thanks for the ask, anon <3 Warnings: Dub/coerced-con, lactation, captivity/restraints, mild angst
At first, heās just trying to antagonise you, at least thatās what he tells himself when he notices the discomfort in your stance; the way you keep awkwardly shifting, causing the chain around your neck to echo and clang as you gently pet your breasts, trying to hide the moisture seeping through your shirt with the backs of your hands until you finally plead; āYou have to let me goā¦ Iā¦ I need to pump.ā
āI donāt have to do anything.ā He spits, mouth-watering as he approaches your spot on the floor. Thereās no chance heās letting you go, but heās certain he can solve your problem if you ask nicely enough.
āPlease J-ā You hesitate for a moment, your doleful eyes searching his blue ones, unsure how to address your predecessor gone ābadā before you fall on the same term his men have been using out of respect, or more likely fear. Youāve spent so many hours yelling and screaming at him that your voice cracks even as you attempt to sound softer. āSir.ā
Youāre making an effort to appeal to him, looking up at him as non-threateningly as you can muster.
He pins it on your demeanour, not the fact that heās lecherously enthralled by the way your tits are slowly leaking right before his very eyes. Whatever he wants to blame it on, itās working. Nevertheless, his stance doesnāt change, he stands above you forebodingly, that same stern, unfriendly expression on his scarred face as he attempts to suck back his salivation.
āPlease, I canāt stop it.ā You continue. āItās painful, I need relief.ā
The irony isnāt lost on either of you, that youāre complaining about the pain of your overfull breasts, as you sit before him broken and bruised.
āCanāt let you go.ā He reaffirms as he crouches down onto his haunches, almost eye to eye with you, but heās not looking at your face as he reaches forward, hooking his fingers into the neckline of your shirt and pulling. āBut since you asked so sweetly.ā
āN-no! Wait. Not like this!ā Your hands wrap around his forearm but with little purchase. Your cries are ignored, your feeble grip does nothing to slow Jason's strong hand and in seconds heās running his gloved thumbs over your aching nipples, rubbing the damp cotton of your bra against the sensitive skin with a dreamy, far-off look on his face.
You swat at him until he retracts. For a moment a weight is lifted from your chest until you realise heās simply removing his gloves. Unease quickly returns as he snaps open the centre of your bra, and despite yourself, a groan of relief escapes your lips. You fight the urge to relax into his strong hands as he begins to massage the underside of your heavy breasts.
āYou donāt have to do this.ā You try once more, but he looks up at you with a quirked brow, and a smile on his lips. He doesnāt have to, he wants to.
āI thought you were hurting.ā He challenges, as his hands roam higher, finally, his bare, calloused fingers dig into the fat of your tits, he barely even has to squeeze before your milk begins to drip onto the backs of his hands. You squirm and grunt, staring at the ground, unable to make eye contact with him, too ashamed to accept the respite his hands are offering. āThought you needed it.ā
His voice is scathing, a taunt, despite the fact that you can see the outline of his throbbing dick, and the hunger in his eyes. The sight of you, all tired and timid, engorged tits exposed, is doing it for him. He wants this, bad, but what he wants even more is for it to feel like heās doing something for you, a favour he can lord over you. Whatever keeps him in control.
āI can help you out.ā Speaking slow and concise, his proposal could never be construed as kind. All the while he keeps palming at your chest in tender, measured motions, getting far too much of a kick out of the way you try to fight how his actions soothe you. āOr you can keep on suffering.ā
He watches you expectantly, titling his head as a third suggestion comes to him. āOr, hey, I could invite some of my militiaĀ in here, Iām sure theyād get a kick out of watching Bās favourite brat spilling her milk everywhere. One of them might take pity and help you out. If thatās what youād prefer.ā
āNo.ā Obviously. He deliberately isnāt giving you a real choice in the matter. āPlease help me.ā
If he was thinking straighter, he might have spared you a snarky comment, or gone through the effort of making you beg explicitly for him. Something to really get under your skin, but he doesnāt want to wait any longer. With your permission he locks his lips around one of your nipples, cradling your breast in both hands as he begins to suck with a force far stronger than youāre used to. His teeth sink into your skin painfully and he closes his eyes, savouring the moment, the taste of your sweet milk. Itās like a switch is flipped, how his harsh features soften, his body slowly relaxing against yours as he greedily gulps down every drop he can squeeze out of your teat.
āFeeling better yet?ā He asks at one point, speech slurred by his refusal to detach himself from you.
He watches you through half-lidded eyes as he awaits your answer, whispy black lashes only fluttering closed once more when you nod, only somewhat reluctantly. āYes. Thank you.ā
Though youāre sure his teeth might draw blood if he bites down any harder, your body does start to unwind, mitigated as Jason alleviates the internal pain. Neither of you really realise the change in yourselves until Jason is draped across your body, your arms around him in a cradle-like fashion as you stroke his hair; some kind of maternal instinct seemingly kicking in as you idly observe how The Big Bad Arkham Knight is pacified by your milk.
As soon as the well dries, however, his nails puncture your sore skin, and he glares up at you until you remind him; āThe other one.ā
He has the decency to look sheepish for his near-outburst, only for a second before he kneels back to change position, stopping briefly to remove the upper half of his armour, revealing how the scars donāt stop at his face. His torso is expansive, built with muscles and littered with taut, pale, overlapping lines. There are holes in his nipples, punctured at mismatched angles that have you suspecting theyāre not from being pierced, at least not professionally.
What happened to you? You want to pry.
Iām so sorry. I wish Iād been there. I would have done something. Any consolations die in your throat, killed by the fear of how heāll react. Youād learned quickly that the past was a touchy subject for him, a thread that when picked at can trigger a volatile reaction.
Before you can spend too long following that string, Jason distracts you. His jaw is locked tight, eyes judgemental as he watches you watching him until he starts to trail the tips of his fingers down the centre of his chest. The nervous edge of having your eyes on his marred body easing once you allow your gaze to be drawn to his crotch where he deftly unbuckles his belt and slips a hand into his boxers, squeezing at his needy cock.
āHow about you milk me when I get done with you, huh?ā
#no iteration of Jason was breastfed as a babe and it always shows#Is BatBrat like a running thing on here now? Do I need to go back and tag them all?#anon#thanks for the request#jason todd#ak jason todd#jason todd/reader#jason todd x reader#arkham knight#arkham knight x reader#arkham knight/reader#red hood/reader#red hood x reader#red hood#reader insert#f reader#nsft#tw lactation kink#tw dubcon#tw restraints#gilverrwrites#slade walks in and does a doubletake#reminisces about addy breastfeeding the boys#but his dicks hard#starts stressing#gets scolded by jay for being a perv#makes his dick even harder#batbrat reader
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ok this is filth adjacent but would u ever write a lil blurb or fic about Steve with a gf whose super insecure about her stretch marks and body? And May be she doesn't want to disappoint Steve bc his exes seem prettier
would i ever! i love these type of requests i love ppl getting a little bit of respite and comfort through fic esp in smut! i hope this makes u feel even a little bit hotter babe <3 1.6k, afab!reader, and just filth adjacent sry! MDNI this entire blog is 18+
Steve's mouth is on your neck, his tongue hot where it teases against your skin, and his hands are searching your body with a lustful fervor.
Your head tips back. It's so easy to let him in, let him slide his body closer to yours, to get more of whatever he's giving. The hot press of his mouth on your neck feels damn good enough to make your blood singāand heat travel between your thighs, wetness beginning to pool.
You want to rub your thighs together, if only for a little relief. Steve's toned thigh between them prevents it. You scrunch his polo between your hands instead, trying to wrestle the courage to slip your hands beneath it.
You're lying back on his bed, propped up lightly by the pile of pillows the two of you had stacked when the evening had begun. The television at the end of the bed runs a film idly in the background, completely unnoticed by this point.
"How we doin'?" Steve's voice rumbles out, barely parting his lips from your skin before he's swooping back in to nip at it again. The bastard.
Your hands flex again, finally mustering the nerve to dive beneath the fabric of his shirt. Steve's warm. You feel the muscles of his tummy shudder as you skim your fingers across it, a pleasurable shiver running down your spine at the trail of hair you can feel leading into his pants. Steve's breath hitches, close to your ear.
He nudges your jaw with his nose lovingly, planting another row of sloppy, wet kisses down the expanse of your neck.
"Hmm," He hums, questioningly. "Still doing good?"
You realise you hadn't exactly answered him and something glows in your chest at his insistent checks. Extremely reluctantly, you manage to drag your hands away from his torso, shifting them up to subtly nudge his face out the curve of your neck.
Steve's eyes dart up to your face as he pulls himself back, his expression turning dopey the moment your hands cup his jaw. His cheeks are flushed ruby and his hair has been mussed in all his steamy motions. He looks fucking delicious.
You kiss him ā surging up to connect your mouths, warmth exploding in your chest and trickling down, down when Steve responds with a revere hunger. His plush lips scrape against yours filthily, his tongue always so perfectly teasing. You're gasping for air when you pull away.
"So good," You say breathily, finally answering the question.
Steve takes a moment longer to register what you've saidābut that dopey look crosses his face the moment he does.
He plants his hands on the bed and shifts his weight back, sitting back on his heels. His thigh is still situated right between yours and you have to shove down the lustful urge to grind against it, lazy pleasure still pooling low in your gut. Though you're pretty sure Steve wouldn't oppose the idea.
Chest heaving lightly, you watch as Steve reaches for the edges of his polo and tugs upwards. It comes off in one smooth motion and you're rewarded with a fine sight. You're pretty sure your mouth actually waters in response. Tan chest, scattered moles, the smattering of hair. Oh god, you want to lick him.
Something in your face must give away your train of thought because Steve laughs. He leans back down, one hand moving to your waist, and nuzzles his nose against yours. He steals a kiss from your lips.
"See somethin' you like?" He says, the smirk evident in his tone. You feel like you might vibrate out of your skin.
"Shut up," You aim for fiesty and fall far, far short. You sound on the verge of a whine when you say, "You know I do."
Steve grins wider. His hand on your waist tucks under your shirt seamlessly, his thumb drawing maddening circles into the skin. Your breath catches, even as your arousal hikes.
"What about you?" He whispers the question between his kisses as he mouths along your jaw again, finding that same damn spot on your neck again. It'll be violet coloured by the morning. "Do I get to see something I'll like?"
He's asking permission. It takes a long moment to realise thatātoo distracted between the touch of his fingertips skating across your skin and the addicting feel of his lips against your pulse.
You nod without thinking.
Steve pulls your shirt up no more than a few inches before your brain catches back up. Your hand moves abruptly, grabbing his hand and yanking it and your shirt back down in a split second.
Steve's halting in an instant, pulling back from working lovebites on your neck to see what he's done wrong. There's a string of spit connecting his lips to your neck.
Steve frowns in concern, shifting his hand up wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, as he makes an effort to put a little distance between you.
"You okay?" He asks. You're still holding his wrist, which is still holding the edge of your shirt. "What happened?"
Your mouth opens uselessly and closes. You know precisely why you had stopped him and now you're facing up with the fact you have to tell him, lest Steve believe you're actually having second thoughts over being with him.
It's just... you've probably spent far too many hours in the mirror. You've seen it from every angle. Seen it in every lighting. You can't quite ever seem to make your body look good.
You don't look like any of the girls Steve's been with in the past.
Comparison is killer, you're aware of this, but infuriatingly you just can't seem to stop. You think of what Steve will see the moment he gets your shirt off, what he'll realise, and your hand tightens around his wrist subconsciously. Your throat tightens up too.
Steve's face melts into a softer expression, eyes big. "Hey, hey, it's totally fine if you said one thing and- and you realise that you didn't mean it, it's okay."
Words continue to evade you and humiliatingly, it feels more likely that tears will escape you before any explanation will. He's being so nice.
"But..." Steve continues, his tone wary as if aware he's treading on uneven ground. "You seemed like you were into it. Like, comfortable, I mean. Then it was like a flip switched and you froze."
"I-" You finally find your voice. You clear your throat as you try to find the right words, breaking Steve's intense gaze to study the ceiling.
This is worse. This has got to be worse that just Steve taking your shirt off and being disappointed becauseā because you're goddamn building up to it. Your eyes screw shut and you decide it's better to rip the band-aid off.
"I'm just," You can't quite keep the quiver out of your voice. "I'm not like- like girls you've dated before."
Steve makes a noise of confusion and it's enough to force your eyes open. You glance down, taking in Steve's adorably furrowed brow.
"Okay...?" He says, clearly still a bit confused.
"I mean, Steve," You say, voice a little steadier. Your hand around his wrist finally remembers to relax.
You release the hold on him and tuck your hand under your shirt discretely, covering the skin of your stomach you know is warped with stretch marks. "I don't look like the girls you've dated before. My- my body is different."
The wrinkle between Steve's brow shifts, moving from confused to something a little harsher.
"So?"
You blink. Of all the possibilities that you had run, not one of them had ended with Steve saying that.
"So?" You echo meekly. "So... so you might be like, I don't know, disappointed or thinkāmfh"
The words get smushed beneath Steve's fervent kiss, stealing one kiss off your lips and all your words with it. You blink up at him again, all your endless arguments of why Steve would be so disappointed suddenly silenced.
Steve grins, evidently pleased with his reaction.
Tentatively, moving slowly so you could intervene if you wished, he drags his hand along the sheets and onto your hip again. This time, however, he pushes the fabric of your shirt up and doesn't pause til it's bunched up, most of your torso on show.
Your nerves gather, gnawing at the edges of your chest. You can't bring yourself to move the hand that's trying to hide part of you, even if a dozen other stretch marks are visible now.
Then Steve leans down and he kisses your skin, right in the middle of your tummy.
"I think," He says, lips dragging across your skin and setting it aflame. He's looking up at your through his lashes, your gazes locked, his eyes dark. Another kiss, this time longer, with just a flash of tongue. "You're hot shit."
Instinct makes you want to scoff. But Steve says it so seriously that you almost believe him off the bat. Believe that he believes that.
He lowers himself onto his elbows, letting both of his large hands settle onto your waist, fingers pressing into the skin lightly. You shiver at the feeling and start to consider the possibility that he actually does think that.
"And I will gladly," He punctuates the word with another kiss, this one evolving into a soft, sensual lick up towards your breasts which peak lustfully in response. Your breath hitches. "Spend all the time needed if you need some convincing of that."
His hands move, sliding down til he's gently knocking yours aside, big warms hands spread across your hips. His thumbs are moving, drawing soft motions down, you realise, towards your waistband. Your pulse jumps between your legs, the heat in your body uncaring about the brief interruption.
Steve kisses your tummy again, further down this time. You acutely realise you've got Steve Harrington between your thighs, looking up at you with darkened eyes and promising filthy things with his fingers. Or mouth. Both if you're lucky.
"So," Steve murmurs, voice raspy and low. His thumbs slip beneath your waistband, just an inch. "You gonna let me convince you?"
You're feeling pretty damn lucky.
#[months w no posting] HOW WE DOIN!!!?#kidding i did put up a hiatus post im allowed to not post#actually im allowed to not post anyways lol BUT N E WAYS#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington#steve x reader#steve harrington smut#steve harrington x reader smut#jay writes#steve x you#steve x you smut#steve smut#steve x reader smut#stranger things#i actually like this one quite a bit!#took me... just over an hour and half which im miffed by#it was supposed to be me warmup for other writing#alas its my gift for u guys! hope u have not forgotten me#i forgive u if u did#mwah
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Was listening to āThe Court Jesterā before I thought of something.
Does your version of Nightmare have like, a will of some sort? Like, if Nightmare were to die because if Dream had won against him and like, killed nightmare or nightmare just died cause he old and crusty (/hj), would Killer get his things?? Like his mansion/castle, clothing, throne, prized possessions, etc. .or would Killer just mourn over Nightmare, wander around the castle and like, get nothing but help himself to things inside of it? Finding his secrets and stuff like that?
Interesting question >:)
Ok so i feel like itās pretty much clear Nightmare does own a lot of things, his castle one of them of course
But I feel like had Nightmare died Killer wouldnāt inherit anything after, cause to inherit something you need to be a family, which Killer isnāt, and tbh, I donāt think Killer would ever care enough to want to inherit Nightmareās possessions regardless, he certainly wouldnāt care if Nightmare died either
Nightmareās death would negatively impact Killer, but not in a āKiller would feel sad and mourn Nightmareā kinda way, more like āKiller had been a bit codependent on Nightmare to find purpose that now Nightmareās dead he doesnāt truly understand what to do with his lifeā kinda way, but even then, itās not like Killer truly understood if he had any purpose at all anymore other than to be someoneās killing machine, so i feel like heād move on to do whatever the fuck he wants anywhere he wants
Killer would simply abandon the castle and go somewhere else, especially with the fact that the one who kept him trapped there no longer exists to continue keeping him there, and itās not like Killer holds any attachment to it or Nightmare, Killer canāt feel anything most of the time anyway, and even when he does (stage 1) itās not like he holds Nightmares in high regard (especially with how Nightmare treated him)
Know whoād actually inherit Nightmareās possessions tho? Dream, and unlike Killer, I can see Dream actually genuinely caring about inherenting every little thing Nightmare ever owned, cause Nightmareās possessions are the only things left of his now dead brother, Dream would heavily mourn the loss of his brother and I can even see him taking care of Nightmareās possessions for the rest of his ageless life, making sure the castle is spotless (spring cleaning if you will) heād take all Nightmare had, from paperwork, to photos, to books, to the crescent golden crown and keep them somewhere safe, making sure they never wear down with time
Dream knows Nightmare actually cares about keeping things prestine and he aims to keep it as prestine as he possibly can (and maybe itās cause of the crushing guilt weighing him down about how both their lives had been, and how he couldnāt ever fix it)
And who knows, maybe Dream would start healing when he realizes that thereās a tiny part of Nightmare that still cared about him even after his corruption in the process ;)
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now that i've read your sub julien fic i need a lil thirst for him to DOMINATE u in bed
I like to imagine him fuckin u in front of the mirror all messy <3 sorry but i cant act normal after his spread came out i love himm
āāāā ššš-ššš : julien loki
content: gn!reader, dom julien + mirror sex, lots of praise and sweet talk, multiple orgasms, mind-break(?) a few generic french terms of affection. a/n: literally never passing up a chance to write for a dark-skinned poc lmaoo thank you for sending this in nonnie!
sometimes, you think julien is so fucking agonizing. but in the best way ā if that makes sense.
he's got those gentle eyes, that low-voiced hum, those firm hands. all the right words and all the best moves. he hypnotizes you so easily, like he's a magician and you're a pretty little pet he's picked out from his audience.
he could bite right into you, and you wouldn't even know it. because he'd be murmuring soft, sweet nothings into your skin the entire time, and the tone of his voice is enough to tip you into a daze ā you'd let him do anything he wanted.
like you're doing right now.
julien has one hand wrapped around your throat, like a pretty bow-tie that's just a little too tight. his other hand squeezes at your chest, holding your body pressed firmly to his, coaxing little whines out of you with feather-light, teasing brushes of his fingertips at your sensitive nipples. you're sat in his lap, bouncing like a bobble-headed doll while he fucks up into you.
"look, chƩri," he nods to the full length mirror propped up by the bed, facing your bodies. he holds your throat a little tighter, kissing the side of your neck gently as he groans with you. "lovely."
you know he doesn't even mind if you don't look, knowing that by this point you're too high on the pleasure he's giving you to respond properly ā but your eyes flit to the reflection waiting before you anyway, as obedient as ever for him.
julien sits at the edge of the bed, you in his lap with your legs spread nice and wide so he can watch the way his cock slides in and out of your messy hole. both your bodies glow with a sheen of sweat, and if you look close enough, you can see tear streaks lining your face. "jājulien," you whine. "'m close. getting close."
"yeah? gonna cum for me again?" he chuckles, pressing another soft kiss to your neck. "so easy tonight."
he says that, but that's only because he's gentle with his words. magician's silver tongue. the way he's fucking you has you out of your mind ā he's the one that's got you ragdoll-limp in his arms, and he's teasing you, calling you easy. "mhā julien."
your moan is sweet, but julien doesn't sound impressed when he clicks his tongue disapprovingly. "ah, shhh. use your words, love."
the pace of his cock in and out of you doesn't relent, and you're only able to let out another moan in response. his hand slips down from your chest to the space between your legs anyway, touching you just the way you like it.
"hhn, please. nearly there." you let out, and his fingers press just slightly harder, pushing you to the edge immediately. he'd tell you to hold the orgasm and wait till he allows you to cum, but he knows you're past that point. there's no playing with you anymore, fucked out and dumb on his cock.
so he pulls the high out of you like a man at a magic show with a top hat and a wand, letting go of your throat so he can press at your chest and whisper in your ear to breathe deeper and slower, knowing the orgasm lasts so much longer when you're relaxed and dozey. "there you go, mon trƩsor... so good for me."
his voice comes out just slightly cracked, feeling you flutter around him, tight and warm and wet. you're really so damn good.
"you can take some more, can't you?" he hums, finally bringing his hand back up, cupping your face and turning your lips to him for a kiss. "make me feel good?"
"mmm," you nod, and julien knows you're doing it mindlessly. he sees the tears in your eyes, the blank look in them. he lets out a little laugh, grabbing your hips to adjust your body. he knows you're all his for the taking. as long as he keeps giving you kisses and talking to you sweetly, you'd let him do anything.
"alright, baby." he feels his cock twitch within you, ready to empty another load inside. his grip on your body tightens once more, turning you towards the mirror. "eye-contact with yourself while i fuck you, now. good."
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