#and i can fall asleep on my back so fast and easy

[oreo-creampies]

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢, 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮/ 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: established relationship, somnophilia, hints at cock warming, hints at cream pie, heavy sleeper!reader, some fingering, praise, heavy overstimulation, squirting a lot, vibrator, face fucking, some ball sucking and fondling, light dacryphilia, very light size kink

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: more somnophilia w trio???

Suguru glides his throbbing, veiny cock into your drenched tight cunt with slow pumps. Never let his fat head slip out before giving you every inch. He's lost in the sweet, hot wetness of your beautiful pussy spasming around him.

Your sleepy whines were what woke Suguru up. Lazily grinding your hips back, seeking friction and pleasure in your sleep. He couldn't resist. You're so vulnerable in your sleepy state, your smaller warm body so easy to dominate.

"You're so needy, princess. I filled your beautiful cunt up and fucked you to sleep. Yet you're wanting more? Waking me up from my nap without even waking yourself up." Your breathy moan of his name is too needy.

He wants to make you cum so badly, to give your beautiful cunt and body just what she needs. He groans, slipping his hand down to stroke your sensitive, soft clit. "Fuck." He's quickly getting overwhelmed by your super-soaker cunt.

"I need more princess, and I"m already so deep inside you. You're not gonna wake up and take some responsibility for how hard my cock is?" Suguru is still drunk off your pussy. him pussy-drunk within mere seconds of waking up. Or maybe he woke up drunk off your pussy, craving it from the moment you fell asleep with him still stuffed inside you.

Suguru wants to fuck more of his thick white cum into your overstimulated, sore little hole. "I need to see your beautiful wet cunt take my cock. Let's see if I can fuck you awake since I fucked you to sleep. " Easily reaching the lamp on the side table, flicking it on. Your bedroom door slowly opens with Toji and Satoru trailing into the room.

Just as Satoru opens his mouth Suguru throws an unused pillow at his head. That Satoru catches and drops onto the floor. Suguru keeps his voice low, "If you're joining then don't yell, you'll piss her off." He gently slips the blanket off you, piling it on the chair facing your bed.

You whine, shifting onto your back, stretching your arm out in search of Suguru. Your eyes remain closed, your chest rising and falling with deep slow breaths. "Ohhhh mmmmmm," he draws out his low moan, "sweetheart looks so yummy." Satoru makes quick work of his clothes.

Suguru suggests, "We can both fuck her pussy, stretch her out, fill her up make her cry." Toji helps himself to the vibrator left on top of a hand towel on your bedside table. Clicking the button makes it spring to life with an intense buzz.

"Why not, her greedy little pussy can handle it." Satoru moans, climbing onto the bed. Spreading your lips apart whilst Toji glides the toy down. Swirling the tip around your tight little hole.

Gliding it up to your clit, smearing your slick with stroke. Suguru settles next to Satoru spreading your legs "Her pussy looks so beautiful clenchin' around nothing." Suguru kisses your cunt, gliding his tongue past.

Satoru takes the toy over from Toji who claims, "After you two go she's all mine. If your cocks get hard from watching her get fucked in you can wait till after." Your eyes flutter open, and your mouth drops. Grinding your hips on the toy, your every movement and sweet moan makes your three boyfriends hornier.

Toji's clothes quickly meet the floor. "You hear that ya sleepy brat. After they double-team your beautiful pussy till she's sore, I'm gonna use ya like a cock sleeve." Suguru glides two fingers past your lips. Stroking his cock, using the slick left from being balls deep inside you to help him jerk off.

Toji drops his balls on your fast, spitting on his palm. Smearing it over his cock whilst you open your mouth sucking on as much of Toji's sack as you can. Moaning when Satoru rubs your clit faster. Your toes curl and your thighs tremble.

Suguru massages your sweet spot. Satoru croons, "I want to see her cunt spasming as she cums before we fill her up." Suguru slips his fingers out, spreading your plush lips apart. Helping Satoru and himself watch your tiny hole clench and relax.

Thick slick trickling from your pussy, bring some of Suguru's thick, old cum. Kept warm by your pussy.

Toji groans, lifting his balls up to stuff his cock into your mouth. Sticking your tongue out, hallowing your cheeks. Squeezing Toji's thigh, enjoying the feeling of his hard muscles beneath your palm. Cupping Toj's balls and fondling them.

Toji slips his cock out for you to kiss along the underside side of him. Before taking him back into your mouth for him to fuck. Wanting to make sure all three of your boyfriends could use your tired body to get off.

There is something about waking up like this. With three muscular men, wanting to drain their heavy balls in you, with their veiny cocks aching for your attention. You can't get enough of it.

Suguru muses, "You're so close sweetheart, let go gorgeous." Thick clear cum squirts from your quivering cunt. Satoru drips his head down first, holding the vibrator still on your clit. Refusing to let up.

He glides his tongue into your tangy, spasming cunt, pumping it as deep. Your thick cum gushes onto his face, trickling down his chin. You can't stop. The moment Satoru pulls away Suguru's face is between your legs.

Suguru groans into your cunt, the barbell of his tongue ring gliding inside you is too much. But Satoru won't let you run away. Grabbing your hips, pinning your down for Suguru to lick clean what Satoru left.

You can feel the vibrations in your cunt from your clit. The pulse, the pressure, and Suguru's pierced tongue are too much. Yet you want more. Wanting them to fuck you back into the sleepy stupor like Suguru had done prior to the nap he took with you. When he was unwilling to pull his cock out of your warm cunt.

Your eyes burn with hot tears that quickly trickle down. Letting go of Toji's heavy ball sack to dig your nails into his thigh. Toji ruts his hips quickly roughly fucking your mouth without care. "You're going to cum on my cock like that. Otherwise, I'm not stopping until your pussy breaks."

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[phagodyke]

so tired I feel sick which is making me panic bc I can't cope with nausea which is making it harder to fall asleep which is making me more tired which is making me feel more sick everything in my life is stuck in a horrible cycle it's a fucking prison when will I get OUT

[andraxicated]

Rainy cockwarming and sex with all the LIs!

This is just a little sexy blurb, but imagine...🌧💦

It's nighttime, raining, and you're in the mood for cuddles. So he's all pressed up against your back, and you could feel him eventually getting excited. You shift and groan, saying that you're not in the mood for sex. You just want to sleep. So he keeps his hands to himself until he can't take it anymore. He just has to ask you, and if you agree, then you'll both be happy. Surely, his darling won't deny him a bit of pleasure?

Xavier would kiss your neck, then travel slowly to the area underneath your breasts. His hand would caress your waist to get you in the mood. And you can't help but squirm and curl up in pleasure. He'd ask, "Can I put it in?" and you'd give in, raising your leg to let him hit it from the back and insert himself slowly into your warmth. He feels full inside you and he'd moan so close to your ear. He'd thrust slowly a few times, keeping it nice and steady before a few fast thrusts. He cums inside before being sleepy and staying inside you to warm his cock. It ended up with you not being able to sleep.

Zayne would tell you sheepishly that his dick hurts from all the blood that flowed to the area. It's not his fault he gets so turned on from you in your pajamas. You turn to him, giving in because you do not want him to be uncomfortable all night. He'd kiss you as thanks before pulling down your pajamas and entering you slowly because he's big. You cry out and shake, but Zayne would soothe you so that his presence inside your cunt would be pleasurable for both of you. "You're so good to me..." He stays still inside you, not doing anything, until you give in from the frustration of just cockwarming. "Zayne, move please..." And Zayne would comply and start at a slow pace until a few hours later where you're absolutely getting pounded into the mattress.

Rafayel would peek over at your side and say, "You're not asleep" to which you open your eyes to roll them and face him. "Because I'm trying to sleep with your dick pressed to my ass". He'd just give a smirk and a few minutes later he's gripping the base of his cock to prod at your entrance, tapping a few times before entering. You both moan at the pleasure and he immediately gets to work, no questions asked. He'd piston his cock in and out to make you scream, getting lost in the lovemaking, before manhandling your body to the next position where he fucks you at a deeper angle.

Sylus would have his arms around you while you try to sleep and sense the desire pooling between your thighs when his cock twitched between the plush of your ass. Goosebumps rise from your body when his large hand stalks towards your center and slips inside your shorts, feeling your pussy for wetness. "You're wet," He claims, and you feel like a cat caught in a trap because it is true. You were soaking to the point his big cock didn't have much resistance when pushing in because you made it so easy for him. Sylus has you in a mating press because he loves it when he sees the expressions you make while having sex. He moves and gives experimental thrusts for you to adjust until he actually starts fucking your cunt up so hard the headboard bangs against the wall.

Caleb would put his nose near your neck and dry hump you, thinking you were fast asleep. "Fuck, pips I love you aahhh" He gets off on your scent but his cock is still heavy with the load he's carrying. You were still awake and let him have his fun, knowing Caleb had to release a few more times before falling asleep. So you decided to help by climbing on top of him, taking out his cock, and throwing your discarded underwear on his face. He moans louder than you, his face showing great pleasure when his member is fully embraced in your warmth. He displays his gratitude to you by thrusting from underneath and keeping you impaled on his cock until he cums and falls asleep. He has to stay inside, of course.

[clovermoters]

flights and family - lando norris x wife!reader

summary - after an eventful first half of the season, a trip home is just what you and your family need to reset

warnings - nothing! some mentions of lando being overwhelmed due to the 2024 season, but other than that just fluff & kisses

authors note - haiii heres a josie fic i wrote while i was on a plane a couple months ago, i hope u enjoy <33 im trying to get back into the swing of writing so gimme reqs and ill try and get to them as quick as possible!! lots of love, clove!

apart of the josephine elliot norris chronicals

“babe wake up..” kisses flutter across your face, pulling you out of your peaceful sleep. you open your eyes to see your husband's emerald eyes overtop of you. 

“we gots’ to go! its airport time in t-minus 1 hour“ he whispers, lightly pinching your bicep to spark your body awake. 

“uuuggh what time is it?” you groan, rolling over to grab your phone, 3:46am. your flight boards at 6. You fall back into the duvet, eyes slowly closing as sleep reaches out to pull you under again.

“baby! up! i’ll get josie”  he shouts through whisper, marching around your bedroom in his baby blue sweatpants and matching hoodie. You giggle, throwing the covers over, finally getting out of bed. 

lando speeds down the hall towards your daughter's room, he creaks the door open into the room. dimly lit from the flower nightlight hung on the wall next to the pretty pink letters spelling josephine above the small pink race car bed. his daughter, a recent graduate to the race car bed, was curled up under her blankets sleeping softly. 

lando lifts his daughter into his arms, the 3 year old stirring slightly, whining at the disturbance of her slumber. 

“it’s just daddy,” he shushes, pushing the curls out of her face so he can see his own eyes looking back at him “you ready for the plane baby?” rolling the bright pink suitcase down to the front door where yours and his await along with your carry ons. The quiet babbles of your daughter chatting with him about her dream fill the quiet of the early morning. 

monaco was rarely quiet, the city almost never sleeps. the peaceful blanket of calm reassurance, lando was sure today would go smoothly. 

you just needed to be ready on time. 

he loved you, his wife, the love of his life, mother of his child, number one supporter. 

but my god your punctuality needed some work. 

Just as if you heard his thoughts, you came bustling down the stairs with your bag in hand, sporting your light grey aritzia sweatsuit that Lando bought you as an early anniversary present. 

“okay, i’m ready” you huff, blowing your hair that fell in front of your eyes. lando chuckles at your disheveled-ness while your daughter rests her head on his shoulder, quickly falling back to sleep. 

you melt at the sight, smiling softly “she’ll be okay right?” you ask, it was josie’s first time flying, your husband rubbing her back before nodding 

“Of course she well, she's so zonked she won't even realize we're in the air-” you chuckle “and I booked a jet. we couldn’t be more safe.” he assures you while handing you some suitcases to take to the uber that’s arriving downstairs. 

“as long as we get to the airport on time” he jokes, giving your bum a light pat while you lock the door. You scoff at him playfully, even after being married for four years and having a child, Lando still has his ways to make you giggle like a teenager.  

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making it through the airport was quick, josie had fallen asleep on lando in the car. Making the check in easy when you didn’t have a 3 year old asking every question imaginable. you and lando loved her imagination and curiosity, taking it as a small parenting win when you had the time and energy to answer those questions. 

4:45am, however, is not the time to answer those questions 

security was quiet, perks of flying early and in the middle of the week. the attendants recognized your little family letting you through the fast lane just for some entertainment, in the mist of the night. 

the sun was just making its appearance over the horizon when you took off. Josie was curled up in landos lap, completely passed out. 

“I can't wait to be home in London,” you say softly as you rest your head on your husband's shoulder, your gaze fixed on your little bundle of love whos sleeping in his lap  

Lando hums, eyes fixed on his daughter who’s been subconsciously squeezing his fingers in her rem. 

“yeah, i can’t wait to see my parents” he adds “i made max pick us up so we can surprise them at breakfast” 

one week ago, you and your husband made an impromptu decision to drop everything and take a trip home. You both have been overly stressed and it was taking a toll on the two of you. Lando has been at the fighting front of the championship for months while you have been juggling being a first time mother and handling your own responsibilities at work. 

it all came to a breaking point when lando had broken down after coming home from a tough race weekend. frustrated with the results, the pressure and overall the backlash from outsiders, had him sobbing in your arms the minute he walked through the door. soon after you both came to the realization that you needed some well deserved rest and relaxation during the summer break.  

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“ahh they’re they are!” Max shouts from the car when he spots you two, earning a glare from you, pointing to the girl still sleeping soundly in landos arms. 

“Whoops, sorry!” He sucks in a breath through his teeth. helping you load the bags into the boot while Lando secures Josie in her car seat. You always thought fatherhood was so beautiful on him, you fall in love with him all over again seeing the way he was with josie. only proving to you that this was something he was meant to do. 

The London streets were still quiet, the faded radio music providing a background as you and Lando chatted with Max, catching up while he navigated through the city towards landos childhood home. 

When you arrived, you took Josie in your arms trying to wake her so she could greet her grandparents properly. 

the girl stirred in your arms, mumbling incoherent words into your neck and lando giggling from behind you, watching the girl wake. you always loved watching him with josie, the man adored his daughter. from the moment she was born she had him wrapping around her finger the very second he saw his own eyes staring back at him. 

“hi baby girl wanna go say hi to nana and pop?” he asked, that perked Josie up. The toddler always got excited at the mention of her grandparents. 

“ya i’m gonna giv’ them a biiig hug” she mumbled still half asleep, lifting her head from your shoulder while showing a toothy smile to her father. You and your husband break out into a fit of giggles.  

The sweet smell of eggs, bacon and delicious pastries engulfed the inside of the Norris family home. you and lando feel yourself physically relax at the thought of ciscas home cooked brunch. 

soft music came from the kitchen as the distant voices of landos family traveled throughout the home. Providing a lighthouse to the kitchen, the light at the end of a tunnel that you and lando so desperately were waiting for. 

you place josie down, allowing her to walk ahead of you and lando, the girl running into the kitchen, turning to see the girl, cisca halts her movements, gasping at her granddaughter, who she knew lived in monaco. 

“well what are you doing here missy?” the woman asks, alerting the rest of the Norris family of their unexpected guest. you and lando take that as the signal to turn the corner, smiling ear to ear with your hands interlocked, the shocked faces of the norris family say enough that your surprise was a success 

“surprise!”

The room erupted into cheers from the Norris family, moving to give you all hugs. Josie giggling as her grandma picks her up, attacking her cheeks with kisses. 

You greet landos sisters and parents, squeezing your sister in-laws while Lando hugs his brother and his wife. 

“what brings your three here?” landos father, adam asks while giving his son a hug, flo begins setting three extra place mats on the dining table for you as josie is in a very in depth conversation with her grandma. 

“monaco was getting too much so we wanted to spend some time home before the break ends..” lando explained, simply. pressing a kiss to your temple before moving to hug his mum, you watch as he melts slightly into the embrace, tucking his head inside her neck the same way he does with you. 

Cisca places a kiss on your check when she hugs you “you go settle in upstairs, breakfast will be ready soon, you must be exhausted” 

You both sink into the mattress, letting out a sigh of relief. 

“I am so happy we came,” Lando breathes, rolling over to look at you with that loving smile on his face that gives you butterflies, the morning sun hitting his face just perfectly, casting a gentle glow over his gorgeous features. You smile softly up at him reaching out gently to scratch the light stubble he's grown. 

“I'm so happy we came too my love” 

He lightly pecks your lips before the door bursts open, in walks Josie with Mila hot on her heels. The two cousins hopping on the bed before josie lightly jumps on her fathers stomach, causing lando to let out a quiet “oomf-”

“Nana told us to come get you because brekkie is ready!” Mila said before hopping off the bed and running out the room, Josie tries to wiggle out of landos arms but he squeezes her tighter, placing kisses all over her face. The girl giggling at her father 

“Oh no you don't missy!” he says

 “dada let me go!” she shouts through a string of giggles and squeals. 

You three make your way downstairs, joining your family at the table. The conversation flows effortlessly as you fill your tummy with ciscas delicious spread of food. You and Lando make eye contact from the opposite sides of josie who sat between you two, landos eyes were filled with nothing but love as you smiled softly back at the love of your life, a silent agreement that this trip was just what your family needed. 

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all doneee thank u so much for reading!!

[pineapplepr1nc3ss888]

distracting yourself really works wonders, learn about the different states your brain goes into to help you achieve pure consciousness cos it really is that easy. just make sure you are relaxed first you want to enter this meditation with a clear mind so do some deep breathing first i promise it will help just do anything to take your mind off whatever u are stressing/thinking about when you feel more calm do your meditation!! ✨ i like to do alpha state first and i think the key (key for me anyway) is to set intention you are doing it for relaxation it will help you enter it knowing ur not trying to force it because you want instant manifestation that can be achieved ONCE ur aware ur in it, intend to yourself that you are doing it solely to relax that way you won’t keep focusing on your 3d or your senses you are purely focused on your mind. lie where you feel comfortable, personally i like to lie on top of my sheets i think it’s more of a subconscious signal if im getting into bed that im in there to sleep, i like to levitate my body against the pillows a bit to keep myself a bit more awake but not enough that it’s uncomfy for me🌟 have read many success stories about yoga nidra which first time i attempted i felt myself properly float it felt like i floated up to ceiling in my room was so freaky but i kept calm, second time i got to a point my heart accelerated so fast i couldn’t feel anything but my own heartbeat but i was also too tired to focus so fell asleep. but last night i purely did this for relaxation cos i already had the knowing i can manifest what i want when i enter, if i try to force it with the intention of manifesting i know ill keep focusing on my senses and 3d too much so i decided to just relax and not care which i think helps, reading upon your states help but delta state is probably the closest state to pure consciousness and yoga nidra helps with that. obviously you can do whatever you want, this is just what works for me, but don’t sit and read upon methods and methods i promise. you will know what works for you. do you prefer visualisation/day dreaming? is it something you’ve done since u were a kid to a point u forget about all ur surroundings? or do you prefer affirming? affirming to the point you focus on nothing but your affirmations? of you prefer just focusing on your breath? or do you like counting? point is you HAVE to find what works for you not trying to attempt what someone else did. i just happened to find yoga nidra really works for me cos i have adhd so i can’t focus on affirming for too long and this also just REALLY helps to relax my mind to a point anyway last night i actually forgot the video was even playing 😭 i was so relaxed i just started day dreaming, you know kinda how you fall asleep during a movie and wake up and realise you have missed part of the movie. yeah felt like that for me, i was so zoned out on imagining stuff i forgot the video was even playing and pretty sure i couldn’t even hear it either i also was sure i was in void state i just wasn’t aware of it i was only aware of my day dreams that i came back to my senses and was confused how it was near the end of the video it felt like i fell asleep for 5m but i wasn’t asleep i was aware. you all will be able to induce pure consciousness stop stressing, find a comfortable position, set your intention to do it for relaxation, breathe/affirm/daydream whatever u want and you’ll forget your surroundings completely! i was there last night i just wasn’t even aware of it i was too focused on imagining stuff lol and boom you will induce it!

the distraction method by @luckykiwiii101 works wonders as well omg 🤭

[anakinstwinklebunny]

Not complaining about the rampant smut but can we have some Mafia Anakin fluff? Love a man who’s fucking insane but very sweet and wouldn’t ever hurt you

PAIRING: mafia!anakin x f!reader

BLOODY FLUFF ᥫ᭡

You were lying on your side, smooth furnace of your cheek smushed into the softest picnic blanket you could find. Half asleep from the breeze, you felt the gentle weight of fine wine in your stomach. Crickets hummed in the distance. The air smelled amazing; so clean, so earthy-like and something sweet from the basket beside you. It was warm. The kind of warm that stuck to your skin in the best way—like not only him but also the summer was hugging you.

ANAKIN SKYWALKER laid there beside you; one arm curled under his head, the other trailing up and down over the bare skin of your thigh with feather-light strokes. He wasn’t wearing any suit or black, expensive coat tonight. Just a grey henley with the sleeves pushed up, exposing the pretty art of his veins running all over underneath his skin. But you barely remembered that. Right now, all you could feel was the slow rhythm of his fingers and the way his body curled naturally toward yours like gravity had claimed him.

“You comfy, mia cara?” he murmured in italian, letting his accent sink in

“Mhm,” you whispered, turning your face towards him, eyes fluttering open just enough to catch his gaze. His eyes softened. That deep blue that made grown men beg for mercy—now looked at you like you were spun from silk and moonlight. Like you were Aphrodite yourself, send down from the gods. His hand stopped its routine touching, before going up your body. His fingertips brushed over your arm, drawing a light circle there. Then he tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear, being so warm and careful.

“You’re my best thing,” he said. “Did I tell you that today?”

You shook your head sleepily. “No.”

He leaned in and kissed your forehead—slow, loving, making sure not to pull away too fast. It was like he was pouring something into you through his lips; all the devotion and adoration he felt for you. His thumb followed after, brushing the spot.

“Then I failed my most important job,” he whispered, his fingers curling around yours.

Your lips curled into a smile, cheek still against the blanket. “Not killing someone today wasn’t your most important job?”

His chest rumbled with a small laugh. “No, sweetheart. That’s easy.” he then propped himself up on an elbow just enough to fully look down at you, brushing a lazy finger down the bridge of your nose, across your jaw. “Loving you right—that’s the hard part.”

Your breath caught, your eyes loosing themselves in the brief worship of his gaze. “Not because it’s difficult,” he added. “Because it’s so… big. Too big to fit into one lifetime. And I’m greedy. I want more than one.”

You blinked at him, lips parting slightly. You let yourself get lost in the shine light that beamed from his face. It was so beautiful. He was so beautiful, gorgeous even, like an angel. He smirked. “Don’t look at me like that,” he teased. “You’ll make me soft.”

Your brows furrowed “I thought you already are soft,” you teased back, hand reaching back to rest against his hip.

And he really was. But not to the world. Not to his enemies. Not to the men who flinched when his car pulled up beside theirs in the dark.

But to you? He was your Annie; your honey-tongued, moon-sweet and gold-sick with love boyfriend who literally worshipped the ground you were walking on. Falling on his knees, kissing you from toes up to the very top of your head. And as he lay back beside you, pulling you into his chest, arms wrapped securely around your waist, you knew—no one else would ever touch you like this.

Like you were air he needed to properly function.

Like you were his reason to live.

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[vaginalvr]

OMG reader is a babysitter for JJ and when reid goes and visit her kid he gets babyfever and just wants to creampie her

yes ofc I just got over my pregnancy scare!

cw: baby fever, soft dom!Spencer, oral (f!receiving), unprotected PIV (established relationship), creampie, domestic themes, possessiveness, slight breeding kink, aftercare

REQUESTS OPEN!

JJ was running late, unsurprisingly. A local case had them scrambling to close paperwork, and you were more than happy to help by watching Henry for the evening. He’d just fallen asleep after an exhausting hour of hide-and-seek and story time. His little hand had curled against your shoulder before you laid him gently in his bed, watching his chest rise and fall.

You loved babysitting Henry. He was sweet, polite, and easy. You didn’t mind JJ’s late nights either—her trust in you meant the world.

You were halfway through cleaning up blocks from the living room floor when a knock startled you.

You padded barefoot across the rug and cracked the door open.

“Spencer?”

He gave a soft, sheepish smile and raised a small paper bag. “JJ said you were here tonight. I brought dinner. Thought maybe you hadn’t eaten.”

You blinked at him, touched. “You thought right. Come in.”

He stepped inside, careful not to let the door creak. He looked… different here. Less stiff, more boyish. The cardigan and soft blue dress shirt made him look impossibly cozy. Domestic.

You couldn’t help the flutter in your chest as he looked around JJ’s house, eyes scanning the toys and coloring books scattered on the coffee table.

“She always tells me how much Henry loves you.”

“Really?”

Spencer nodded, setting the bag on the kitchen counter. “He once said you make the best dinosaur roars.”

You laughed, blushing. “That kid has too much dirt on me.”

You sat together on the couch, eating takeout out of plastic containers, the occasional baby monitor buzz drifting from the kitchen. At one point, Spencer’s eyes drifted to the hallway toward Henry’s room.

“Can I… see him? Just for a second?”

You paused, then smiled softly. “Yeah. He’s fast asleep. Come on.”

You led him quietly into the nursery, watching as Spencer leaned into the doorframe and gazed down at the little boy curled up under a blue blanket.

His face changed—eyes softening, mouth parting just slightly. His usual anxious energy had melted into something else entirely. Reverence. Wonder.

“He’s gotten so big,” he murmured. “I remember when he was born.”

You watched him, heart tugging.

“You ever want one?” you whispered.

He looked at you then, and something in his eyes flickered—like you’d flipped a switch he didn’t know he had.

“All the time lately,” he admitted, voice low. “It’s strange. I never used to think about it. But now I can’t stop.”

“Why now?”

He looked back at Henry, then to you, gaze dropping to your lips.

“Maybe because I finally found someone I could see it with.”

Your breath caught. The room was still, heavy with that quiet, loaded confession.

And suddenly you weren’t in the nursery anymore.

—

Back on the couch, neither of you was saying much, tension thick in the air. You could feel his gaze on you as you tucked your legs under yourself, playing absently with the hem of your shirt.

“You’d be a really good dad,” you said softly, glancing at him.

He didn’t smile. Not this time.

“I’d want to do everything right,” he said. “Be present. Be patient. I’d read all the research. Buy the safest crib. Cook every meal from scratch. I’d… hold them on my chest and sing them lullabies in Latin.”

You let out a quiet, breathless laugh. “Of course you would.”

He shifted closer. “But only with someone who’d love them just as much as I do.”

You turned toward him—and he kissed you.

It started soft, but quickly deepened, all the weight of longing pouring into the way his hands cupped your face, how his thumb grazed your cheek like he couldn’t believe you were real.

He kissed like a man who’d dreamed of this a hundred times and didn’t want to wake up.

When you gasped against his lips, his hands dropped to your waist, pulling you into his lap. You straddled him, fingers in his hair, heart pounding.

“I can’t stop thinking about you like this,” he whispered. “Here. In this house. Holding a baby. Wearing soft things and calling me home.”

You whimpered, rolling your hips instinctively. “Spencer…”

“I want to see you pregnant,” he groaned, lips dragging down your neck. “Swollen and glowing. I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

Your panties were soaked.

He slipped his hands under your shirt, fingers trembling slightly as he lifted it over your head. His mouth dropped open when he saw you—bare, flushed, pupils blown wide.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re perfect.”

His mouth latched onto your breast, sucking gently, tongue flicking your nipple until you whined. Your hips rocked again, pressing against the growing bulge in his slacks.

“Bedroom,” you gasped. “Or we’re not gonna make it.”

You led him down the hall like you belonged there. Maybe you would, one day.

—

JJ’s guest room was small, cozy, and dim. The second the door shut, Spencer had you against it, kissing you like he’d die if he didn’t.

You reached for his belt, but he caught your wrists, guiding you to the bed instead.

“Let me,” he whispered.

You laid back, trembling with need, and watched him undress. His shirt slipped off first—soft chest, pale skin, lean and familiar. He kissed your ankle, then your knee, then your thigh, spreading your legs gently.

“Stay quiet, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Don’t want to wake the baby.”

You nodded frantically as his mouth lowered to your soaked panties, dragging them down your thighs. The first swipe of his tongue was slow, savoring.

You clutched the pillow, biting it to muffle your cry.

He ate you like he meant it. Like your pleasure was a prayer. He licked deep, slow circles, flicking over your clit before sucking it gently into his mouth.

You came with a soft sob, shaking in his arms, and he kissed you through it—whispering praises against your skin.

“So good for me… so beautiful…”

He lined himself up without hesitation, eyes locking with yours.

“Ready?” he asked, stroking the head of his cock through your slick folds.

“Yes,” you breathed. “Please, Spencer…”

He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, groaning low when he bottomed out.

“Fuck, you feel like heaven,” he rasped. “So warm… so tight…”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him deeply as he started to move. Each thrust was slow, deliberate—like he wanted you to remember this for the rest of your life.

“I want to fill you up,” he whispered in your ear. “Want to see you dripping with me.”

You whimpered, nails digging into his back.

“You want that too, don’t you?” he asked. “Want to be full of me? Walking around with my baby inside you?”

Your walls fluttered. “Yes—Spencer, yes—”

His pace faltered as he buried himself deep one last time, groaning into your shoulder. You felt him pulse inside you, hot and overwhelming.

He held you through it, hips rocking slowly until you both came down.

—

Later, he stayed pressed against you, hand resting on your belly like he could feel the future there.

“Someday,” he whispered. “If you want.”

You turned to him, brushing hair from his face.

“I think I do.”

He smiled, slow and real. “Then someday, it’ll be ours.”

You kissed him again, and in the next room, Henry stirred—but didn’t wake.

[angstywaifu]

No Strings Attached - Garrick Tavis

Request: reader is fwb with Garrick you could even include some spice and they start to fall for each other but they’re not exclusive so one night she sees him talking to another girl and she feels extremely hurt seeing it. then she decides to ice him out and branch out to hang out with other people and he sees her talk to another guy and gets really jealous and feels very possessive. and then they get into a massive angsty fight Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Unprotected Sex (P in V). Angst and fighting. Jealousy.

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“Cmon sweetheart, just one more. For me.” Garrick whispers in my ear as his fingers dig into my hips as he guides me up and down on his length.

As per usual, Garrick was determined to get another one out of me. This would be the fourth? No, fifth? Fuck, I had no idea. My brain all foggy from the amount of times he’d pulled another orgasm from me. He was addicted to pulling them from me, and I was addicted to the way he made me felt.

The familiar knot in my stomach tightens again as I dig my nails into his shoulder as my lead lulls forward. Garrick notices the shift, grabbing tightly onto my waist as he holds me up, slamming his hips into mine hard and fast. I barely had time to process what was coming as I shatter in his arms, my whole weight resting in Garrick’s hands as I go limp. Eyes rolling back into my head, mouth open in a silent moan as my legs tremble either side of his. I feel Garrick shudder beneath me, his thrusts faltering as he comes undone beneath me.

He gathers me in his arms rolling us to the side as he lays my head down on my pillow, whimpering at the loss of him as he removes himself from me. I barely register him cleaning me up and tucking me into bed as I fall victim to my exhaustion and fall asleep.

The next day it’s back to normal. Everyone none the wiser to how Garrick and I had spent most of our night as we walk the halls the next day. Which is how I wanted it. Garrick and I were just friends. Friends who hooked up a few times a week. An arrangement that worked for both of us since it had started last year. No strings attached, no feelings and no exclusivity. Though neither of us had hooked up with anyone else despite this.

”Quinn and I are having a girls night in her room, did you want to come?” Imogen asks me as we leave the gym, both of us in desperate need of a shower after the training session we had just done.

I turn my head to look at her and tell her I’m in, but two figures behind her across the courtyard near the Rotunda catch my eyes. Imogen turns to look, both of us watching Garrick as he leans up against the wall talking to girl in second wing. I watch as he raises a hand, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. I don’t miss the way she tips her head downwards slightly, and I’d bet any money she’s blushing. I instantly see red. Wanting to march over there and pull her away from him, tell her to stay away. I shouldn’t feel like this. I shouldn’t want to do that. We were just friends. Friends who slept together. Nothing more. Why the hell did I feel like this?

”Sorry, I’ve got plans.” I tell her in the most monotone voice I’ve heard leave my lips as I turn and make my way to the dorms.

Another year done and over. Thank god. I’d been craving a drink since seeing Garrick talking to that girl two weeks ago. Since then I’d been avoiding him, which was pretty easy considering we’d all been sent away for War Games for five days and we were in different Wings. But since that night I’d opted to hanging out with my squad, mainly Imogen and Quinn. Something I knew Garrick had noticed as Imogen had told me Garrick had asked about me after I’d walked off when he’d approached our group at challenges. Even now I can feel his eyes on me across the room. It was not like me to ignore him like this, but I honestly couldn’t trust me feelings.

Movement next to me pulls me from my thoughts, one of the first year repeats sitting next to me. I remembered him from the start of the year. The scattering of freckles across his face had always stood out to me. He’d been apart of our squad till he hadn’t been chosen at Threshing. Which was a shame, from what Quinn and Imogen had told me he was one of the best in our squad.

”How was war games?” He asks me as he fills up his cup from one of the pitchers from the middle of the table.

”Tiring as usual. There’s only one time of year I will ever have thoughts on wanting to be back here, and that’s war games.” I tell him with a smile as he fills up my now empty cup.

We fall into conversation easily, laughing and telling stories and jokes. Something I had missed during the last week. And it was nice to be talking to someone new. Something to take my mind off what had happened. Though it’s not long before my mind wanders back as a tall looming figure hovers behind me, casting a shadow over me and onto the cadet I now know as Sawyer. I watch as his eyes widen as he looks behind me. A look I associated very well with Garrick.

”We need to talk.” He growls out from behind me.

I can practically feel the anger rolling off him against my back. I can see how worried Sawyer looks. Yeah, he was pissed.

”What do you want to talk about?” I toss over my shoulder before chugging the rest of my drink, definitely needing more alcohol in my system to deal with whatever was about to happen.

”In private.”

I turn and look at him. Yep. He was pissed. His eyes are narrowed at me, his jaw ticking from the strain of clenching it. Great. I tear my gaze from his, standing and pushing past him as I head towards the door, leaving Sawyer behind. I push through the door leading into the rotunda, barely making it a few steps before Garrick grabs my arm.

”What the hell was that?” He snaps, gesturing back towards the dining hall.

”Really? I could be asking you the same about you and the cadet a few weeks back in the courtyard.” I snap back as I gesture towards the door leading towards the courtyard.

His brow furrows as he looks towards where I point. “What are you talking about?”

Anger flares with in me. “That blonde who you had in the courtyard a few nights before War Games started. Tucking her hair behind her ear as she blushed and giggled at you.”

”So that’s why you’ve been ignoring me.” He drawls in a monotone voice.

”I haven’t been ignoring you. We’ve been away at War Games if you hadn’t noticed.” I retort as I walk a few steps away, needing to clear my head of the anger that was raging through me.

”Says the one who has walked away whenever I’ve joined the group and has been mysteriously absent from my bed.” He states as he walks over and steps in front of me.

”What do you want Garrick? Want me to confess that even though this isn’t technically exclusive that I’m a little jealous you start showing interest in another girl for the first time since this started happening? That maybe I realised I need to put some space between us and put effort into my other friends or find some new ones?” My voice echoing around the empty rotunda as I glare up at him.

”Please he didn’t want to be your friend.” He scoffs at me.

”Well I wouldn’t know because you couldn’t resist playing possessive guard dog after I start talking to a guy that isn’t you!” My voice cracks at the end, a tear rolling down my cheek that Garrick’s hazel eyes track.

”Trust me, there’s only one things guys want from girls in here.” Garrick looming over me as he takes a step towards me.

I scoff and shake my head at me. “Yeah, I’m starting to see that. Hope she can warm your bed till she also figures that out.”

”Sweethe-”

”Don’t. You don’t get to call me that anymore.” I snap at him before turning and storming back into the rowdy dining hall, wiping away another tear that rolls down my cheek.

[sugarushwriting]

cherry popper aftermath — jake

jake x reader

adult content featured - please read at your own discretion

went overboard so say hello to dom jakey

two days. two days of ignoring your best friend. it wasn’t easy as jake knew your schedule and hiding spots so well.

and it all came to an end when jake caught you coming out from the science building.

“avoiding me?”

“ah!” you squealed nearly falling into the bush next to you.

jake reached out, pulling you to his chest by your hands, avoiding and catching your fall. “careful there clumsy.”

you quickly pulled away, not wanting to be touched by him. not because you didn’t want it. no, because you craved it.

ever since you let jake, your best fucking friend, take your virginity, all you could think about was that tongue and fucking hands of his.

“jake, hey,” you quickly fixed your clothes, “what brings you here?”

jake pointed to the science building. “i have class right after you here, remember?” he chuckled.

“oh, right, right.” you nodded. “well, i should get going before i’m late for class.” you pointed off towards a random direction.

“your next class isn’t for another hour.”

“did i say class? i mean before i’m late for a studying session.” you quickly covered and used your thumbs to point towards the opposite direction. “gotta go!” you squealed and took a fast exit away from jake.

once you were a good ways away from the classroom building, you stopped speed walking to catch your breath. you closed your eyes and mumbled out, “that was close.”

“what was close?” a man’s voice asked from behind you.

you twirled around, hands up like you were ready to fight, a small shriek of surprise leaving your lips. heeseung laughed at your reaction.

“lee heeseung!” you scolded, punching him in the shoulder. “you can’t just sneak up on a girl like that!” you laughed.

heeseung laughed even more, “im sorry but i couldn’t resist.”

“what do you want?” you asked when your breathing went back to normal.

“jake has been pouty lately.”

“and that has to do with me because?”

“it started happening after you dashed out his bedroom, half dressed and never talking to him again.”

your lips went into a line. “how did you know i dashed?”

“it was the middle of the night, i had a full bladder and got hungry.”

caught. yes, after you had sex with jake, (your best friend!), he fell asleep and you dashed! half naked, not even thinking about the consequences because you were too in your head.

“you’re over thinking the whole situation aren’t you?” heeseung laughed, showing off his pearly smile.

“no, no, no i’m not.” you said shaking your head, crossing your arms.

“three no’s, all different tones.” heeseung tapped his chin. “your voice went an octave higher with that second no, then deeper with the third.”

“because i had something in my throat!” you defended.

“i know how to get your mind off jake and the situationship.”

“one there is no situationship, and do if you say to have sex with you, i wont hesitate to punch you, lee heeseung.”

heeseung grabbed his chest. “ouch, that stings. and to think we had something special.”

you rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help but smile. “it was a kiss.”

“and a very good one at that.”

“what’s your plan?”

“let’s go to a party tomorrow night.”

you walked off with heeseung, walking to a nearby cafe on campus, both of you failing to realize jake was watching the entire conversation and interaction.

well at least you failed to realize jake had actually skipped class to catch up with you, only for his friend to intercept.

jake was seething. only seeing red, blinded by jealousy. what, you let him fuck you and that’s it? was it just so you could go off to heeseung?

jake sim was jealous.

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from jakey the bestie: can you please stop ignoring me? i miss my best friend.

your heart dropped reading jake’s text that night after your shower. you were really being a terrible person right now ignoring jake.

your best friend.

he’s not the one to judge you, never judge you. you were being immature and rude about the whole situation. why can’t you just own up to it? communicate how you feel rather than hide?

because jake was your best friend and you had feelings for him.

yes he had said he felt something towards you, but was that actual feelings or just lust? just the want to take your virginity?

jake was sweet, but he was also a play boy.

you sighed heavily. “you doing okay?”

you looked up seeing heeseung still chilling on your couch. “dude, i thought you left already?”

heeseung had came over to help you with your assignments you had jake helping you with. “you looked like you needed company.”

“i’m fine heeseung.” you gritted through your teeth. “you’re clingy.” you scrunched your nose.

“what’s wrong with being clingy?”

“it’s not a attractive to a girl you’re not dating.”

“then let’s date.”

you scoffed. “yeah, no, i’ll pass. you’re reputation is just as bad as jake’s, if not worse.”

you were too busy in a conversation you hadn’t realized you were still in your oversized towel from the shower. suddenly feeling a chill, you motioned your hands towards the front door.

“you’re a terrible host.” heeseung teased, grabbing his belongings.

you began opening the door, “it was nice having your company but now—,”

you stopped in your tracks. because at your door, with their fist up ready to knock was, jake.

“jake?” you asked in a tiny voice.

jake looked at you, to heeseung, back to you, noticing your towel. “been busy, huh?”

“yes, studying.” you gripped the door, feeling the jealousy radiating off your friend. almost like when he found out you and heeseung made out at a party.

“in a fucking towel?”

“i just got out of the shower! he was supposed to be gone! wait—,” you stopped, shaking your head, “why am i even trying to defend myself? it’s none of your business.”

“it is my business who you fuck when it comes to my friends. when it comes down to me taking your fucking virginity and you go and give me the silent treatment for no reason.” jake spat. “what? wanted me to break you in for heeseung?”

“watch it.” heeseung stood tall next to you. heeseung knew how jake could get about you. overprotective and very jealous.

but heeseung wanted you two to talk it out. so he may have texted jake saying he was over a girls house, then perhaps posted a story on his social media account with him chilling on your couch—with an identifiable back ground.

jake was smart and he quickly put two and two together. he just wasn’t banking on him getting here so fast, you in a towel, and you opening the door with him standing there.

jake literally growled. “i fucking told you guys she’s off limits.”

“she can make her own decisions jake.” heeseung spat back. “stop being a dick to her. she’s not your property, she’s your best friend. and don’t worry, i was just here to help her with her assignments. that’s all.” heeseung adjusted his backpack. “don’t worry, me and her are just friends, okay? she doesn’t see me in that way; she’s already friend zoned me plenty of times.”

heeseung walked out of your apartment, brushing by jake’s shoulder, purposely bumping into him. heeseung turned around one last time, “if you need me because this prick cannot behave, call me.”

you nodded shyly and heeseung walked to his car. jake had his fists balled to his sides, biting his lower lip.

you sighed in annoyance, turning around in your apartment to walk away. if jake wanted to come in to talk your door was open.

the door slammed behind you. you turned around ready to rip one into jake, when his full lips founds yours. kissing you harshly, desperately. his grabbed your face in his hands, holding you close so you couldn’t get away.

he couldn’t let you get away again.

his tongue begged for entrance, but you wouldn’t allow it. not until one of his hands went down your backside and gripped your bare ass, his nails digging into your flesh.

you yelped and he took the opportunity to stick his tongue down your throat.

he was in heaven swapping spit with you. you were sure if you were to remove your lips from his, a line of slobber would connect you two. his teeth nibbled on your bottom lip as well.

when he finally pulled away, taking your bottom lip inbetween his teeth, pupils blown, breathing heavy.

“fuck cherry, so, so good.” jake whispered. before you could say anything, he connected your lips again and pulled, no, yanked, the towel off your body leaving you naked.

“jake—,” you pulled away.

“your room, now.” jake’s expression darkened. when you didn’t move, he turned your body around, spanking you harshly.

“ouch!” that would definitely leave a mark.

“be a good girl and listen to your bestie.”

you swallowed, nodded, and rushed to your bedroom. you’ve never seen this side of jake. didn’t even know he had this side to him.

jake saw the thoughts running through that head of yours and he laughed, walking up to you as you sat on your bed naked.

“what? thought i was just some subby boy? girls think that about me a lot, until they piss me off.”

jake stalked closer to you, taking off his shirt in one smooth move throwing it on the bed. then he removed his belt, “be good, or i will have to use it,” he threatened, placing the belt neatly on the bed next to you.

“unbutton my jeans.”

with shaky hands, you reached up to his button and quickly but clumsily unbutton and unzipped the jeans. jake looked down at you with his big eyes, tongue licking his lips, loving the sight in front of him.

“take my cock out, and suck it like the fucking whore you are.”

“jake, im not a wh—,”

he reached over to grab his belt, but you quickly placed your hand on his to stop him. looking down, you quickly did as you were told.

when jake’s cock met your tongue, he let out a big moan, sending a shock straight to your core. “fuck cherry, such a wonderful mouth.”

jake’s hand went to the back of your head, making you deep throat and gag. “no other man will ever get to know the feeling of this.” jake sighed in pleasure, using your mouth as he pleased. “you’re mine, and you’re going to learn that, baby. that mouth, that pussy, all of you belongs to me!”

as jake rambled, he was fucking your face, slobber dripping out of your mouth. when he looked down and saw you, he stopped. “i’m sorry, you just make me so crazy.” he apologized, sticking his thumb into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. you sucked his thumb.

“sorry i ignored you jake.” you coughed out trying to get your breath and head back.

“show me how sorry.” jake smirked. “lean back and open your legs for me. i’m hungry and i’ve missed you.”

you did as you were told once again, and jake wasted no time at all, to dive between your legs, tongue lapping up what you had to offer. with your hands spread out beside you, you gripped your comforter as jake worked his magical tongue against your folds.

see this is why you’ve been ignoring him. and for what? because you knew if he did it again, this would be it. you would be hooked and eventually get your heart broken.

“so good and all mine.” jake whispered happily, throwing your legs over his shoulders. he spat at your cunt, and went back to eating and licking like a starved man.

your stomach began to tighten, and you felt your thighs beginning to feel sore. “jake i—,”

“you can do it baby.” he encouraged, and placed two fingers inside of you, sucked on your clit, while his other hand pressed down on your stomach.

“oh, oh, OH!” you screamed as you came. hoping your neighbors were not home and could not hear you.

jake continued lapping you up, and your body shook from the orgasm and overstimulation. you pushed him away.

“jakey no more, please.”

jake tsked. “you haven’t had my cock yet.” he stood up, pulling you to the edge of the bed. your hips at the edge of the bed.

he let his pants and boxers drop to his ankles and he stepped out of them. it’s only been a couple days, yet you forgot how thick he was. you threw your head back and groaned.

you thought you couldn’t take it, “jake—can’t,”

he rubbed your hip bones, his tip teasing at your entrance, “you can and you will take me, babygirl.” he was being so mean but encouraging at the same time.

“breathe for me babygirl,” he said as he pushed through your tightness. “like last time baby, it’ll feel better.”

you bit your bottom lip, as jake pushed all they way in. more like bullied his way in. this time, he wasn’t slow with his pace, his hips snapping back and forth from the start, your body bouncing back and forth from the thrusts, your bed squeaking at the speed.

“baby, cherry, jakey isn’t going to last much longer. i’ve been so hard for you the past few days. aching for this pussy. wanting to bend you over every surface and have my way with you.” jake grumbled out, as his thrusts quickened and deepened.

“don’t you ever ignore me again, babygirl. i’m actually going easy on you. most girls who piss me off get tied up, and don’t get to orgasm. but you aren’t most girls aren’t you?”

jake was very blabby when it came to this. but you didn’t mind.

jake pulled out, “on your knees. i want to see your ass while i come in you.”

with the energy you could muster up, you flipped on your stomach, jake helping you left your hips as he plunged back in, your knees on the edge, your gripped your comforter.

“after this, i’ll eat this pussy and fuck this pussy wherever, whenever. in the library—fuck—in between classes, at parties, in my car,” jake couldn’t even finish his sentence but you came and he came right after filling you up with his load.

you groaned and almost sobbed. sobbed because your chest began to hurt. hurt from the feelings and the pain you would soon have to face.

jake pulled out, his come leaking out of you, and you collapsed onto the bed. “not yet babygirl, we need to get you cleaned up.”

jake picked you up in his arms, your face going to hide in his neck. he carried you to the bathroom, sitting you on the counter. your body began to shut down, exhausted.

he gripped your chin in between his fingers. “no, no, baby you gotta pee and i need to wipe you with a warm cloth.”

you pushed his hand off your chin, moving your head away, “no need to be nice, jake, i know i’m just another fu—,”

“don’t you dare finish that fucking sentence.” jake snapped, grabbing your cheeks in his hand, squishing them. “i meant what i said,” he gripped your thigh with his other free hand. “you’re mine, only mine. in return, im all yours.”

jake kissed your forehead, releasing your cheeks. he leaned his forehead against yours, eyes looking into yours.

“all yours.” you smiled.

“all mine.” he repeated and kissed your lips.

consequences be damned.

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i am a believer in dom jake when you piss him off or make him jealous

[lostinlovingrevery]

Messily making out with Oldman!Logan, he can’t keep up with you… please write sth about it, you would do it so well

Slow Ride

Old Man Logan X F! Reader

Logan can't keep up with you

A/N: I'm trying a new posting format, so if my next few fics look weirdly formatted no they ain't. also I hope it's okay if I used F! reader, but I'm totally willing to make a version with a G/N! reader! Also writing this had me bluuusshing

Warnings: Smutty, dry humping, premature orgasm (is that what you would call it lmao??), messy makeout, Logan gets a little angsty but you make him feel better <3

"Shit-"

"Slow down baby-" Logan chuckles into your lips. Deep and warm, and shoots right down your spine, coating your panties in a sticky sweet arousal that Logan picks up right away, as your scent quickly climbs to his nose.

Your hands cupped his face, pulling him into you as you captured his lips in a heated, intense kiss. Your tongue licked against his teeth, you bit and sucked on his bottom lip, leaving him breathless and moaning. Your hands climb into his salt-and-pepper hair, tugging and scratching against his scalp, eliciting a hard grunt from him as he tipped his head back from you.

You were desperate for him. Logan had been working late for the last few nights, and you ended up falling asleep before he came back home. It left you constantly squeezing your thighs together, when you watched him during the little free time you both did have together. The way his muscles rippled under the wife-beater. His lips, looking kissable as always under that thick beard that you can just feel scratching up your inner thighs as he ate you up. You watched him come out of the bathroom, lost in thought- unnoticing of your perverted stare as he walked around the room in nothing but a towel wrapped low on his hips. Warm, wet, his skin glistening in the orange glow from the lamp in the corner.

The only thing that had kept you from jumping his adamantium bones was how tired he seemed.

Then he walked in tonight, home earlier than usual, brought you a cute little gift that you barely paid attention to because you jumped on him so fast it nearly brought both of you down. He held onto you, a warm laugh that made your heart flutter, and carried you to the couch- plopping down onto it, a hard creak sounding the room from the weight of Logan and you on it.

"Take it easy, I ain't going nowhere doll." He puffs out, his cheeks flushed, his lips swollen from your loving and desperate touch. You smiled down at him sinfully, taking in his flustered state. "Feeling needy?"

You bit your lip and nodded, eyes wide and full of lust as you slowly began grinding over his trousers, feeling his cock slowly harden against you with each wiggle of your hips. Logan's hands came down, gripping your hips, forcing you to slow down your ministrations over him.

"I've been neglecting you? Hm?" He purrs. You shook your head.

"I just want you Lo..." You whimper, leaning back in, desperately kissing him again, before moving to press kisses all over his face. Your hands slid down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt anxiously, nearly ripping off a few buttons by how quickly you tugged at the fabric. His hands stopped yours as he worked the rest off.

"I know you do." He purrs, "I'm right here, don't gotta rush-"

He says this as if it was to make you slow down, but the reality is that he couldn't keep up. The way your lips captured his, how you moved against him- it felt so good but fuck it left him gasping for breath, unable to focus. The press of your clothed pussy against his covered cock.

At one point, he would've been able to keep up. His younger self would have pinned you down and fucked you for hours straight, not stopping even if you begged him for a break, capturing your puffy lips in a searing kiss to shut you up so he could focus on pushing you into a new position and fuck into you with a renewed vigor; listening to your beautiful whines and cries as your begging for him to cease turns into pleading to don't stop once again. His stamina knew no bounds. He was endless in his passion, his animalistic vigor, and his love for you.

Now though, he thought he was going to cum right then. Your ceaseless grinding over the tent in his trousers. The way your lips pout when he pulls back from your sweet but oh-so-overwhelming kisses.

Fuck, does he want to keep up. He wants to rip your clothes off and fuck you into the couch until your sobbing his name and your tears stain the cushions.

He was old now. Cranky, slower than he used to be, his stamina is no longer what it used to be - albeit still better than an average man likely. That's what he tells himself. Though now he's wondering if that's really the case because here you were, young and beautiful and lustful for him and he's doing everything he can to get you to slow the hell down.

Your nails buried into the skin of his now bare shoulders, as you grind your hips over him again. He let out a small pant, tipping his head back, lips parted and eyes shut as he did everything he could to hold himself together. His grip on your hips kept you from going as fast as you wanted.

"Logan." You whined, nuzzling into his chest. "Please- I need you-"

The sound of your sweet voice, begging and pleading. It was finally too much.

His hips thrust upwards, helplessly meeting your grinding, as he let out a whine, his head pitching forward against your shoulder, his grip on your hips keeping you moving along him as his trousers grew wet, ropes of cum painting his boxers and effectively coating himself. He fell back onto the couch, head tipped back.

His chest heaved, as his dick twitched, a few more droplets of his spend leaking out. Sweat beaded his forehead, and there was ringing in his ears.

He couldn't believe this.

He cums in his fucking pants, like a goddamn 12 year old boy. All because a few of your kisses, and some dry humping. He was humiliated. He hadn't even gotten his cock wet from you and here he was, having to end up throwing away a perfectly good pair of boxers.

He could die right then and there. You'll dig a hole for him in the wilds, leave him in an unmarked grave as you go on to tell the world what a pathetic man he'd become.

Logan Howlett, the Wolverine, couldn't keep up with his girl.

Died creaming his pants like a fucking teenager

"You're so beautiful Lo."

Your voice snapped him out of his shame as he opened his eyes and looked at you. You were just as sweaty and flushed as him, lips slightly parted, your pupils blown wide with desire.

"Do I really make you feel that good?" You asked, a hint of innocence in your voice.

His heart still pounding in his chest, his cock softening and loosening against the strain of his pants. He looked over your beautiful figure atop of him, the way your chest rose and fell, signs of your exertion. You bit your lip as you waited for his answer.

The corner of his lips quirked up. His hand came up to the back of your neck, pulling you down to meet his lips. He met you this time, equally passionate and desperate for you as you were for him. It was no doubt how he felt for you, you kept him going everyday. Maybe he moved a little slower...Long as he can still show you that he loves you.

Never mind himself though. If you're here, and you're able to love him as he is....

"Want me to clean you up?" You smiled against his lips, your nose bumping against his. His eyes crinkled as he looked at you, adoration in his eyes, as his own self-loathing disappeared into the shadows of his mind. How can he think about himself if you're here, looking at him like he was the most important thing in your world?

And to you, he was.

"You're gonna be the death of me sweetheart." He purred, his other hand petting your thigh. "Go on then, clean me up baby."

You gave him a big grin, climbing off his lap to kneel to the floor. He grabbed a pillow for you to place your knees on, leaning forward to put it on the floor before you. You eagerly moved to unbuckle his pants, beginning to pull his pants down his thick thighs. He spread his arms along the back of the couch, spreading his thighs for you.

"Take it slow now doll, I wanna enjoy every second."

[pythonees]

✦┊ CARDBOARD DREAMING — ethan landry

WARNINGS: 18+, f!soft-bodied!reader, virgin!sub!ethan, drinking, grinding, semi-public, so much plot before the p0rn y'all I'm sorry, this is actually cute af tho

A/N: i am down bad for this doe eyed ghostface you have no idea. ignore the fact that i am once again late to a fandom and just enjoy the fact that i've posted two things so far this year, okay?

also it's so much harder for me to write now, so i can't really tell if i like this or not. oh well.

Loud music thumped around you and into your bones, making your head rattle with the booming, house shaking bass.

In the middle of the makeshift dance floor of a random fraternity, you sway along with your best friend to the beat of the music. It's easy to ignore everyone around you, lost in the shitty party lights. After the busy weeks of classes at the start of the semester, you had gone all out, grabbing the most poofy, princess-like dress you could find at the thrift store, one that was just barely long enough to cover your ass but still tastefully cute.

The long, white wig your friend had forced you to wear (one that sadly did complete the look, not that you would ever admit that to her) was sticking to your bright pink lip gloss every time you moved your head too fast. You've long since tried to keep your hair behind your shoulders, the silky fake texture making it too slippery to stay in place.

Taking a sip of the heavily spiked drink in your hand, you pull your friend closer as she turns her back to you, letting her grind up against you. The fake leather of her cat woman suit sticks to your dewy legs, the body glitter you had slathered on at the start of the night smearing onto the dark fabric.

"I take it cute guy is looking at you?" You say, letting your free arm wrap around her waist when she nods. The cute guy in question is a tall Rugby player from the UK, his curly hair only a few shades darker than his skin and wanted by half the population of the entire University. He had seemed wholly uninterested in every person that flung themselves at him, while still somehow being ridiculously polite about it.

Your friend is nothing if not persistent, and had decided after watching so many people try and fail to win his affections to try a different approach. She instead decided to play the long game, one that seems to be working.

"'m gonna make my move," your friend says, spinning around to face you with a wide grin, "wish me luck!"

You watch as she walks away, holding eye contact with him as she goes past him and towards the back of the house where one of the bathrooms are. You see him stare after her, quickly chugging the rest of his drink before he shoves the empty cup into one of his friends hands, following after her. There are envious looks following after the pair, and you giggle at a girl that actually stomps her foot in anger.

Thankful that you're now sitting down, you adjust the fluffy skirt of your dress as feeling starts to slowly come back to your feet. There are people dancing all around you, a couple curled up on the hopefully drink covered couch and making out. It's honestly kinda gross, her muddy green lipstick for whatever her costume was supposed to be is smeared all over her girlfriends face, mixing horribly with her orange face paint.

Looking away from the green mess, you cast your gaze around the room. Your friend is dancing with Rugby guy, tucked away in a corner so that no one can see that his hand is definitely lower than it should be in public. As you continue to scan the room, you find your gaze meeting with a cute looking knight across the room.

He's standing next to Chad, who's in your calc class and likes to bug you for notes whenever he falls asleep. Which is almost every class. Frankly, it pisses you off, considering he's one of the top students without really even trying. You'd kill him if he wasn't the sole reason you're even passing.

Anyway, the guy next to him, who you think is cute but you can't really tell because you're tipsy and not wearing your glasses, quickly looks away from you and toward Chad. He's clutching the shot glass to his chest, shaking his head as Chad looks away from him and to you. A wide grin takes over his face, and then he's grabbing mystery boy by the arm and dragging him over to the kitchen.

They're gone from your view for only a minute before Chad is directing him out and towards you. The cardboard knight has ditched the shot glass and instead has two red solo cups in his hands, staring down at them like they hold the secrets to the universe.

You try to keep the amused grin off your face as Chad weaves the two of them through the crowd. The open face of his cardboard knight's helmet does nothing to hide the bright flush of his cheeks, spreading along his nose and lighting up his brown eyes. Yeah, he's cute, dangerously so.

“Hello there princess,” Chad says, giving you an obnoxious bow while tipping his hat at you. You lean back in your arm chair, crossing your legs while you take a long sip of your drink.

“Well howdy there partner,” you say, using your free hand to lift the side of your dress in a mock curtsy while still in your seat. You down the last of the sickly sweet drink, licking your lips as you set the plastic cup on a cluttered side table, “and who might this be?”

“This,” Chad says, pulling his friend forward so that he was standing in front of him, the toe of his sneakers bumping against the cheap heels you had bedazzled the night before. He quickly pulls his foot back, mumbling out an apology while keeping his gaze away from yours, “is my friend Ethan, who thinks you look really pretty. Treat my boy well, yeah?”

With that Chad saunters off, probably looking for Tara, leaving you alone with Ethan. Ethan, who looks like Chad has betrayed him in the worst way possible by leaving him there with you.

"Hi, Ethan," you say, giving him a smile and then your name, "you enjoying the party?"

"Oh! It's, uh... it's great!" He says, a cute smile on his face, though you can tell he doesn't really mean what he's saying.

You snort, shifting over in the arm chair to try and make some room for him. It's not much, but you really don't mind the thought of being pressed up next to him, "You don't have to lie, it's not my party or anything. Come sit with me?"

He eyes the spot you made next to you with wide eyes, nodding absently as he squishes into the newly made space. It's a tight fit, just like you thought, so you carefully turn to face him, legs going over his and hanging over the armrest. You hear him suck in a deep breath, the flush on his face somehow going darker.

"Mmm, yeah, parties aren't really my thing. Chad wanted me to come, don't know how he convinced me though..." He says, mumbling down at the cups in his hands. One of which you know is for you.

You giggle, letting your fingers trail over the back of the hand holding the drink closest to you, "Well, I'm glad you came."

"You are? Why?" Ethan's gaze follows your hand, unconsciously pushing into the contact.

"Because every thrift store princess needs their cardboard knight!" You can't help the smug grin on your face when he ducks his head, moving your hand away from his to instead tuck a stray curl back inside his helmet, "Shame you've got this on though, hiding those beautiful curls."

"Oh, uhm. Thank you. Your hair is pretty too. You know, under the wig..." he presses his lips together, eyes flicking up to the wig before they fall to your face. You're happy to find that he's able to hold your gaze, even though he starts to get squirmy when you shift just a bit against him. It takes you a moment to realize that he knows what you look like outside of this party, and you feel jittery excitement knowing you've had his attention before tonight.

"You gonna drink both of those, or are one of them for me?" You tease, giggling when he starts to stutter out a response. Putting him out of his misery, you take the drink when he confirms through his rambling that yes, one of them is for you, "you're so sweet, thank you."

Taking a sip you throw your left arm along the back of the arm chair, letting your long nails dance along his exposed bicep, marveling at the shiver that wracks through him. He takes a drink himself, nose scrunching up cutely when the taste hits his mouth.

"Too strong for you?" You ask, voice muffled by the cup you bring up to take another drink from. He looks embarrassed when he nods his head, but instead of teasing him, you take a hold of his free hand, lacing your fingers together as you get up off the armchair, dragging him along with you.

"Where're we going?" He follows you along without complaint, hand a little clammy as they tighten around yours. You bring him into the kitchen, which is surprisingly empty, and head to the fridge. Bending over a little more than necessary, you fish through the various cans of sodas until you find one that's just a carbonated lemonade, making a show of straightening up slowly to give Ethan ample time to stare before you turn to face him.

Despite how slow you were, you're still able catch his gaze as it snaps back up to your eyes, but you pretend not to have noticed as you hand him your drink so you can open the can.

Taking a light hold of his wrist, you guide his hand down so that you can see into his cup, one that was filled significantly less than yours was. You pour in the fizzy drink right up to the top, pouring the little bit that's left into your own cup when you take it from him.

"There, that should taste a bit better," you say, smiling up at him as you step into his space. He nods jerkily, taking another go at the spiked punch. His face doesn't scrunch up, and he looks pleasantly surprised as he takes another drink.

"So?" Even without his response you know it's better, but he's got a nice voice, one you want to keep hearing. It's even better when he's flustered and stuttering, so you slide up to his side, staring up at him with his arm brushing your breasts.

He's only able to nod, eyes now locked onto where you're pressed against him, no doubt getting an eye full of your cleavage. You let him have his fill, keeping your smile innocent when he looks back at your face.

"Good," you say, taking his hand again and leading him to the outskirts of the makeshift dance floor, "I'm glad."

He follows behind obediently, and you make sure to add more of a swing to your hips for him to appreciate. You see Chad as you guide Ethan to the darkened corner, pretending you didn't see the wink and thumbs up he gives Ethan as you pass.

There's a little area in the corner of the room that isn't overly crowded, so you guide him over there before someone else can settle into the space. Smiling up at him through lowered lids, glossy bottom lip between your teeth, you sway to the music. The blush that had been slowly fading from Ethan's face is back in full force, eyes unable to stay in one place as they flick to and away from you.

You loop your arms around his shoulders, cup held loosely in your hand behind his head as you press right up against him. The cardboard scrapes against your exposed upper thighs as you move, though you ignore the discomfort when Ethan starts to hesitantly follow your movements. They're jerky and uncoordinated, but he looks adorable, concentrating hard on being able to follow your movements.

You keep it simple, not wanting to overwhelm him too fast. So you're pleasantly surprised when you feel the hesitant touch of his free hand as it settles on your waist, just barely resting there but touching you all the same.

There's cheering from the other room, loud and obnoxious and the perfect distraction you need. You tug at Ethan's neck, a pleasant thrill going through you when he dips his head down without hesitation. You don't even have to push up onto your toes, your heels making you tall enough that you can comfortably whisper into Ethan's ear, "I really want to kiss you right now."

"You- me?" He sputters around his words, cheeks flaming hot when he pulls back to look at you. You wait patiently, though you've been desperate to get your mouth on this doe eyed boy for so long you feel like you're about to explode, "Really?"

"Yes, really," you coo, shuffling close enough to press yourself firmly against his cardboard covered body, smiling when the hand that was still gently resting on your waist moves to press at your back.

"Yeah. Yes, yes please," he nods along with his words, cringing at the tinge of desperation that coats them. You don't mind though, more than happy to know that someone as pretty as him is this desperate for just a kiss.

Wanting to see how far it could go, you start at his chin, glossy lips smoothing along his clean shaven skin. The next is pressed to the corner of his mouth, and you struggle to contain your smile when you hear the small whine he lets out at the touch.

Meeting his gaze, you find his half lidded, bottom lip bright pink from being gnawed on between his teeth.

"Well, since you asked so nicely," you sing, quickly shoving your drink at a random passerby before you tuck your hands under the sides of his helmet, cupping his cheeks as you guide his lips to yours. They're soft and plush against yours, tangy from the lemon flavoured soda mixed into his drink.

Gently taking his bottom lip between your teeth, you revel in the moan he lets out when you pull back, giving him a flirty grin before going back in. Behind you, you can hear his cup drop to the ground, ignoring the feeling of the cold liquid splashing up the back of your legs. You run your tongue along his lip, soothing where you bit him. It has Ethan gasping, mouth open just enough for you lick into his.

After that it's a mess of teeth and tongues, uncaring of the people moving around you, lost in the heat radiating off of him. All you want is to run your hands all over Ethan. His homemade costume keeps you from feeling his chest against yours, and you groan in annoyance.

Gently pulling your hands out from under his helmet, you tug it up and off, holding it in one hand as you tuck your head into is neck.

The gasp he lets out when your lips graze along his skin has your thighs pressing together, makes you wonder just what other sounds you can get out of him. You run your hand through his curly hair, long nails gently scraping against his scalp, pulling a long moan that he has to muffle against your neck so that anyone close to you can't hear him.

His hot breath dances along your skin, tiny whines escaping as you bite at his neck, sucking a mark that will be too high up to hide on his pale skin. You can't wait for everyone to see it tomorrow morning.

"Hey," you whisper, pulling back a little to look at him. His eyes are half lidded and unfocused as he stares back at you, pink dusting along his cheeks and nose, "it's a little hot in here. Wanna go outside? Get some air?"

You don't know if he's really even hearing the words that come out of your mouth, gaze fixed to your lips void of the lip gloss that has been smeared onto his neck and face. He nods though, and that's all you need. Thankfully you were already near the backyard, grabbing his hand and pulling him through the open sliding door and past the few people loitering around.

It's cool out, a shiver running down your spine when a breeze dances over your flushed skin. Keeping a tight grip on Ethan's hand, you guide him to the back corner of the yard and to what used to be a storage shed. You know from being to a few parties here that it has been transformed into a bit of a lounge, if you could even call it that. There's a table and futon in there, with a mix of different garage sale armchairs and bean bags squeezed in.

Thankfully, it's empty when you open it, and the lingering smell of weed from the last hot boxing isn't as bad as you expected it to be. The futon isn't turned out, but you don't really care, gesturing for Ethan to sit while you close and latch the door behind you.

When you turn back Ethan's staring down at the ground while he's got a hand in his hair, musing up his beautiful curls. You gently place his cardboard helmet on the coffee table, moving to kneel next to him on the couch, facing him.

"There, this is much better," you whisper, shuffling forward so that your knees brush against his thigh. You can hear his gulp, failing to fight down your smile at the sound. Before he has the time to possibly get embarrassed over it, you cup his face in both of yours, kissing him again.

Now alone, without the possibility of people watching and potentially spooking Ethan, you're able to be a bit more... aggressive with your affections. Thumbing over the already blooming bruise you left on his neck, you lick into his mouth when he lets out a sweet moan. He's a little sloppy as he kisses you back, hesitant as his tongue slides along yours.

It's cute, the way he tries to copy your movements, has you humming happily into the kiss at every moan you're able to pull from him. You can hear the creek of the old metal frame beneath you as you push up on your knees, swinging your leg over his to settle on his lap.

It hikes up your already short skirt, ass exposed to the cool air of the shed. His erection presses into your core as you push your body into his, rolling your hips in the process. Ethan pulls away from you with a gasp, face bright red and his hand firmly planted on your hips to keep you from moving again.

“Shit, I- I'm so sorry. Fuck. I, uhm…” Ethan looks mortified, and when you smile at him, amused at his stuttering, he looks like he would have run out there if it weren't for you sitting on his lap.

The quick kiss you place on his lips quickly shuts him up, though it isn't much of one with the way you're still smiling.

“I'd be a little offended if you had no reaction to me,” you mumble, trailing kisses down along his jaw to bite at his neck. It has his breath shaking, lips firmly pressed together to try and muffle his moans, “especially with what I have planned for you.”

He looks confused when you pull away from his neck, so you just take one of his hands that were fisted in his pants, guiding it to the zipper on your side. Ethan's fingers are unsteady as he grasps the metal between his fingers, slowly pulling it down until it stops right at the swell of your hips. You pull the dress down over your breasts, letting him get his fill as you work at pulling apart the surprisingly intricate cardboard costume.

Ethan doesn't move to help you, too busy staring down at your chest, nipples pebbled in the cool night air. It's only when you start tugging the cardboard up that he seems to come back to himself, looking away from you as he lifts his arms. When his arms come back down to his sides you play with the collar of his polo, making sure your arms are tight against the sides of your breasts to perk them up a bit.

“Can I take this off too?” You whisper, letting your fingers dip underneath to graze along Ethan's flushed collarbone.

Ethan nods, a hoarse little ‘yeah’ escaping his lips as he again lifts his arms for you to tug the shirt up and off. Once it's out of the way you press your chest right up against his, smiling when his breath seems to get caught in his throat.

“You can touch me if you want,” you say, smoothing your hands across his shoulders and down his surprisingly defined biceps. Though you suppose with a roommate like Chad, it's likely he got dragged into quite a few gym trips after they became friends.

You bring your lips back to his, hands roaming between your body's to trail over his chest and stomach before going back up. Ethan's hesitant as he kisses you back, hands still on your hips before they slowly smooth up your sides. His thumbs come to sit right under your breasts, and you press yourself harder against him to try and encourage him to move that last little bit and touch you.

It's the tiny plea that escapes your lips as you take a quick gulp of air that makes Ethan more confident, mouth working against yours with more intent as his hands finally palm at your breasts. The happy hum you let out causes Ethan to smile against your lips, warm fingers moving to tweak your nipple.

Each moan and sigh you let out has Ethan moving with more and more confidence, touch firmer and kisses rougher. When you pull back to get much needed air, Ethan dips down to mouth at your neck, his ragged breaths cooling the spit on your skin as he moves further down.

You sit up on your knees to bring your chest level with his face, and Ethan moans at the sight. He presses a quick kiss right above your left breast, no doubt feeling the erratic beating of your heart, then moves down to take your nipple into his mouth. His tongue laves over the soft flesh, a soft moan vibrating against you as you push him firmly into your chest with a hand on the back of his head.

He suckles and runs his teeth over you until your skin is tingly, then swaps to the other nipple. You drop down into his lap before he can get lost in your flesh, settling back onto his erection with a satisfied moan. As you connect your mouth to his neck, teeth working at the skin to ensure he's bruised when you're done with him, you roll your hips against his.

Ethan's hips jerk up into yours, the seam of his jeans pressing right up against you perfectly. He tucks his face into your neck, breathing deeply as he wraps his arms around your waist. You're pulled flush against him, so you aren't able to really move, but Ethan doesn't seem to mind.

“Fuck, you feel so good against me,” You moan when you pull away from his neck, admiring the red splotches and teeth marks left behind, “Feel even better if you took these jeans off.”

“Yeah?” He breathes, looking at you in wonder. You can't help the giggle that escapes you, shifting back so you can get at his jeans. You undo the belt and unbutton the jeans, sliding off his lap to stand in front of him so he can take them off. As you stand, gravity pulls at your dress, and you tug at it just enough so that it can get over the swell of your hips and pool into a sparkly mess on the ground.

You're left in just your panties. And while you weren't expecting your night to go quite like this, you're very glad you decided to wear the cute, lacy pastel ones instead of something ugly and comfortable. Having Ethan gawk at you is a confidence boost like no other, letting him have his fill for a few seconds before you slide back into his lap.

With only your underwear in the way, the friction between you when you roll your hips into his is mind numbingly delicious. The wet spot in your panties makes it so they're basically non-existent, the glide smooth.

Ethan's mouth hangs open on a moan, gaze locked onto where your hips bring together. His hands fly up to grip your hips, but they just hold you, letting you set the pace as you continue to roll your hips against his. You plant your hands firmly on his shoulders, using them for leverage as you grind down into him.

You can't help the sounds falling from your lips, whines and gasps as you desperately rut yourself against his thickness. Every guy you've slept with before has never made you this desperate before, but being in this dingy shack with Ethan has you falling apart with him even being inside of you.

It takes more effort than you'd like to admit to slow your hips to a stop. You nearly start back again at the desperate whine Ethan lets out, his hips rolling up into you and forcing a gasp from your lips.

“As good as that feels, I really wanna get you inside of me,” you drop your gaze to your lap, hands trailing down his shoulders and along his chest before you let your fingers run along the band of his boxers, “Bet you'd fill me up so good.”

And you're not even lying. Even when he still had his jeans on you could tell he was thick, but now you can feel and see the outline of him in its entirety, and you can't wait for the full acke that will surely come with him stretching you out.

“Please,” Ethan whines, his hands sliding back to grab handfuls of your ass to push your hips down against his. Your eyes flutter shut, losing yourself in the feeling as you let him guide you, head dropping to his shoulder. Toes curling in your shoes, you lift up off of his lap to stop the orgasm you can feel building.

The whine Ethan lets out in protest is short lived as you yank at his boxers. His hands leave your ass to push them down far enough to free his erection, and you damn near salivate at the sight of him.

He's thicker than you've ever had, veiny and with a flushed head that's dripping precum.

It takes some very unsexy maneuvering to get your panties off without getting off his lap, but you're reluctant to lose his touch for even a moment. He helps guide them off, hands running over your thighs when your panties are out of reach. You let them hang off of your foot, too lazy to take it off or let it fall onto the dirty ground.

Slowly, you settle back onto his lap, making sure that his cock is nestled right between your soaking lips. It has the desired effect, a shaky moan escaping him and his head drops to your neck. You cradle the back of his head with one hand, the other gripping the back of the futon as you slowly roll your hips.

“A-ah, fuck,” Ethan whines, his hands bruising as they tighten on your hips, pulling you down into him. You aren't able to move, but the angle he has you at while he ruts up into you is enough to have you moaning along with him.

Grabbing a fistful of hair, you pull his face from your neck, smiling at the flushed, blissed out look on his face. “Sit tight, okay? Gonna see if there's any condoms in here.”

There are two side tables here. The first is full of rolling paper and random bits of weed that have fallen out of the grinders. You hit the jackpot with the second, quickly checking to make sure it's not off date before you pull a packet out and rip it open.

When you turn back Ethan has a tight grip around the base of his cock, eyes half lidded as he watches you move around the small room. When you move to put the condom on him he quickly shakes his head, holding his hand out to take it from you.

“Can’t. If you touch me I'll- I don't wanna, not yet.” You hum, letting him have it as you climb back onto his lap. His hands are unsteady, but he's able to slide the condom on in one go.

You don't give him any time to relax, shuffling forward to press yourself against him, your dominate hand gripping the futon once more. The kiss you press to his lips is a distraction, wanting to settle the racing of his heart that you can feel against your chest. Once his hands are steady as they roam across your skin, you reach back, grabbing a hold of him to line him up with your entrance.

The second you touch him he reacts, hands that were feeling up your thighs seize up, fingers digging into your skin. You make sure to go slow, for both of your benefits. Despite how bad you wanna find out if taking him all at once would make him cum on the spot, you don't think you would recover from his girth, even with how wet you are.

With every bit of him you take, it feels like the air in your lungs is being forced up out of you.

“Fuck. I'm not - I don't think I'm gonna last,” Ethan whines, head ducked so he can watch where he disappears inside of you.

As you fully settle into his lap, you have to take a moment for the both of you to get accustomed to the feeling. You've never felt a burn like this since you had lost your virginity, the tingles of pain seeming to heighten your pleasure.

You keep up the slow pace, rocking back and forth on his lap. Ethan's biting his lip so hard he'll surely draw blood, still watching where you're connected. Pulling his bottom lip out with your thumb, you give him a quick kiss, before you plant your hands firmly on his shoulders.

The fake dollar store rhinestones on your heels dig into the fat of your ass as you start to bounce on his lap. Ethan's head is thrown back, neck littered in your bites as he moans and whines in tandem to your movements. Your fingernails are surely leaving marks on his skin, but he doesn't seem to mind. If anything, he gets louder every time you drag pink lines across his skin.

You aren't any better. Gasping and cursing each time he bottoms out, you feel like you're being split in two. Each time you lift off of him you can feel the sticky trails of your arousal that connect you two together. Tomorrow you'll feel bad for whatever poor soul discovers the mess you two are sure to leave behind.

Ethan's hands have migrated to your ass, helping you move along his length. He's babbling now, words all jumbled together. Slowly, he's just cursing over and over, hissing a desperate “shit shit SHIT” before his hands press flat against your back, holding you to him as he cum la into the condom.

You can feel his cock throbbing inside of you, clenching around him at the feeling. He whines, mouthing at your neck to try and muffle the sound.

You cup his face, guiding him to look at you. The red that's taken over his face is adorable, and you tell him as much before kissing him. When you pull back he's pouting at you, a hand moving from your ass to trail between you.

“You didn't cum,” he says, thumb slipping down to nudge at your clit. The slight touch after being denied an orgasm has you gasping, clenching around his surprisingly still hard cock.

With a hum you roll your hips into his touch, watching him with a small smile, “Nights still young, I think you can figure something out.”

©︎ pythonees — do not, under any circumstance, repost, plagiarize, modify or translate my work.

[greyyson-but-no]

good looking

somehow, even when he was dead asleep, arm lolled off the edge of the bed, jess was gorgeous. the moon was shining in through the curtain that neither of you had been bothered to pull shut when you'd gotten into bed that evening. it gave him a light, a shine that cooled in skin in the summer heat, making him almost ethereal.

you couldn't sleep. the rest of the day had been so incredible, you weren't able to stop thinking about it, and as a result, you had watched him fall asleep and been unable to follow suit.

first it had been a trip to one of the many cafes in the centre of new york, breakfast on him, then a day thrifting through record shops and bookstores together, getting together a good selection of both vintage books and vinyls for the both of you. then, surprise tickets to the strokes' one-off show where you spent the evening shouting the lyrics to reptillia and hard to explain with him wrapped around you, occasional kisses pressed against your neck.

the night had ended wonderfully, as assumed.

only now, you couldn't stop thinking about it. because there he was laying, fast asleep and peaceful. not a single worry in his mind at all. earlier in the day, he'd told you this was one of the best days he'd ever had. you knew a lot about his childhood, growing up, his mum, luke, everyone. he struggled.

but he didn't struggle anymore. it was looking like his book was going to be a hit, you both shared an apartment in new york and he was able to go and see luke whenever he needed.

he stirred, grumbling. "i can feel you staring, babe."

"I'm not..." you laughed, moving a hand to thread through his hair, breathing in the hum he let out at the contact.

"liar." jess smiled sleepily, forcing his eyes open.

you pouted, brushing a thumb against his cheek. "but my pants aren't on fire?"

"you aren't wearing any." he grins, peaking a look under the thin duvet, running a hand around your waist and pulling you close, his lips resting against your neck.

humming, you snuggled into him. "and whose fault is that?"

he squeezed your waist. "guilty, what can I say? you certainly enjoyed it, there's no denying that fact, sweetheart."

"i love you."

"love you too, and. thank you."

you spun around to face him, a hand against his jaw as your eyebrows furrowed. "why are you thanking me? you planned it all, I should be thanking you."

he shook his head, looking over your face in detail. "not just for today. for everything. you saved me."

sending him a warm smile was easy. "you saved yourself, jess."

"but you standing by me made it easier." he mumbled, tucking a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. "really, I mean it. I wouldn't be where I am today if it weren't for you."

"now I know that's a lie." you laughed under your breath, not quite understanding where this whole conversation was coming from, five minutes ago he was fast asleep and now... "you started the book before you met me, you were a good way through as well."

he paused for a second, breathing in deeply. "i probably would have given up if it weren't for you, you truly saved me."

"honey." you pouted at him.

"hmm, shut up, it's 4 in the morning, of course I'm acting like this, leave me alone." he grumbled, pulling a face at you. "woke me up with your damn staring."

you shrugged, grinning at him. "what can i say? you're good looking."

he laughed lightly, sitting up a little to see you properly. "how long until we have to be up and moving?"

"luke said he'd arrive at around 10."

jess hummed, rolling onto his back and taking your hand in his, staring at the ceiling as he thought. you watched him still, as his eyebrows twitched as the look in his eyes switched between confusion and reassurance. god, he really was gorgous. "so, that means we get up at 10. you know he'll be running late."

"as always." you paused, your face lighting up. "oh! is he bringing lorelai?"

he furrowed his eyebrows. "maybe? i can't remember what the message said now. he probably will."

you smiled, letting your head rest on his chest as his arm wrapped around your shoulder, bringing the two of you as close together as possible again. even with the thin duvet cover, his skin was still warm, and sent that same warmth through to you in the summer nightly chill. "i've still got that jumped I made for her."

"sweetheart, have you ever heard of this brilliant thing called a mail service?" he joked, the corners of his lips lifting.

"wouldn't risk a jumper." you frowned, shaking your head. "especially with the stories i've heard about the stars hollow mail service from everyone."

jess smiled, remembering all his years spent there. all the people met and hated, all the people he met and loved. everyone he ever said hello to and everyone he ever said goodbye to. "you would have really liked stars hollow, i think."

you sat up a little on your elbow, finding his eyes as he looked in detail at the expression on your face. "we could always spend christmas there one year?"

"christmas is a special time there."

"sounds like it would be." you murmur. "right, we've got six hours before we have to be awake. are we going to try and go back to sleep?"

he looked over at you. "you haven't slept yet, so yes. you need the sleep. don't think I haven't noticed how tired you've been these past couple days." he leaves a swift peck on your cheek before turning you over and wrapping an arm around your waist, nose buried into your hair.

"goodnight, my love."

"g'night sweetheart." he mumbled, letting the both of you delve back to sleep. life was pretty good. jess was pretty good (looking).

[gurugirl]

Quiet Xmas Morning blurb | bfd!harry

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Summary: Your heart is full and you have so much to be thankful for on Christmas.

A/n: I know it's not very long but there's a lot of new things in this one. If you haven't already, I'd suggest reading the previous part before you read this.

Word Count: 1,507

Warning: soft fluffy cuteness - no warnings!

best friend's dad!harry masterlist

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The house was warm and quiet as you sat in the glider chair with your newborn in your arms. She was falling asleep slowly. She'd suckle and then her eyes would lull shut before she'd startle herself awake and start to pull at your nipple like a ravenous animal again. You smiled and smoothed your fingers over the soft hair on her head. It'd only been a week and a half since she was born but you already felt like she was your everything. It surprised you how deeply you already loved her.

Elara came a little early but you were ready for her. Harry said she wanted to make it in time for Christmas. She had to be monitored for a few extra days but she was healthy and she was perfect.

You saw the glow from the Christmas tree lights filtering into her room from downstairs and then heard a little rustling. Harry must have also been up. He was sleeping when you got up to feed the baby but he often would wake up when you'd get up. It was still something to get used to. You were more exhausted than you'd ever been in your life but maybe that explained why you were so deliriously in love with her.

Her suckling grew weak again, little eyes closed, and then… she was fast asleep. After waiting a few minutes, just in case, you carefully and gently got up from the chair and tiptoed to her crib to lower her down all without waking her.

She was perfect. Yes. That was true. But she was easy to wake and she'd cry for hours if she was woken up before she was ready.

Harry stood behind you and placed a hand on your shoulder as he looked down at your little creation with you. He knew better than to even whisper so you both just smiled at one another before quietly padding out of her room and closing the door behind you.

Your body was still sore. You knew it would take time to get back to feeling like yourself. Even walking downstairs felt like something was going to knock loose and fall out of your body. Harry held your hand.

"Merry Christmas, Mama," he kissed your lips softly when you got to the first floor.

The living room was dark except for the soft golden lights wrapped around the faux Christmas tree. You preferred a real one normally but it was too much work that year. Plus the smell bothered you when you and Harry had gone to check out the tree farm weeks earlier.

"Got your gift under the tree," he motioned.

You looked under the tree to see one small box with a bow. You hadn't wrapped any of Harry's and they were all tucked away, hidden in the closet in the basement.

"I didn't wrap yours. I'm sorry," you reached up to cup his face and he brought an arm around your back.

"You already gave me the best present I could ever ask for."

You grinned, "That I did. But you played a major role in that gift. So technically I could consider that a gift from you as well."

He grinned and pressed his lips to yours, "I'd say my role was very minor. All I had to do was get off a few times. You did all the hard work. All the stuff that counts."

A laugh puffed from your lips, "Okay. That I agree with."

You smelled coffee suddenly and realized Harry was making a pot.

"Decaf." He raised his brows at you. You were staying away from caffeine since you were breastfeeding. The doctor said you could have a little bit every day but Elara was fussy enough as it was. The last thing you wanted was a grouchy, angry baby hocked up on traces of caffeine.

"My mouth is watering," you spoke with a smile.

"Why don't you sit down and I'll get your coffee. Then we can open up your Christmas present."

Harry frothed a little milk for you while he took his coffee black. Even he was drinking decaf when he could have just had regular. He walked back into the living quietly, two steaming mugs in hand before handing you yours and sitting his down on the coffee table.

You took a sip as he reached under the tree to pull out the small red box. It had a small golden ribbon tied around it.

"What is it?" You held your palm out as he placed the box down into your hand.

"Well, you have to open it up first."

Taking another quick sip of your coffee before you leaned forward to place the ceramic mug down you looked at Harry with a big grin. The glittering lights from the tree were twinkling off his eyes as he looked down at the box and then up at your face.

You pulled at the ribbon and then paused when he sat up, about to push himself off the cushion, "What are you doing?"

He swallowed and you noticed that he suddenly seemed nervous, anxious. He shook his head and shrugged, "Nothing. Was just getting comfortable is all."

You squinted at him as he looked down at your hand. Then it was your turn for the nerves to take over. You couldn't be sure what was in the box but something told you that it was going to change everything. You knew Harry very well and his sudden excitement had your heart pounding in your chest. And given the size of the box…

"Harry…" you blinked your eyes and placed your hand over the lid as you swallowed.

"Just open it, baby. See what it is." He was still sitting at the edge of the cushion, watching you as you pulled the lid off. Inside was another, smaller box—a jewelry box.

You inhaled and looked up at him. He wore a soft smile on his face as he tensed his arms, like he was about to spring from the couch.

The moment you placed your fingers on the velvet-hinged top to lift it, he pushed himself onto his knees and scooted in between your thighs as the beautiful little shining diamond glinted from inside the box. A ring. But not just any ring.

He waited for a beat, his eyes on yours as your jaw dropped and you covered your mouth before looking at him in surprise.

Harry took the ring out of the box and held it between his thumb and pointer finger, "I love you. I want forever with you, Y/n. I know we're not in a rush but I couldn't wait another moment to put a ring on your finger. Tell the whole world you're mine."

You gasped out a quiet sob and just as he was about to continue you leaned forward and wrapped your arms around his neck to kiss him hard. You never imagined that you'd cry when he finally proposed but of course, your hormones were all out of whack and you'd been finding yourself crying for the smallest things lately.

He laughed when you pecked kisses over his cheek, "Yes, Harry…"

"Baby, I didn't even finish th—"

You smushed your lips over his again, swallowing his words as he pulled you into his arms until you were in his lap on the floor between the couch and the coffee table.

"I love you, Harry…" You smeared your lips down to his jaw and he chuckled quietly.

"Gonna put it on?"

Pulling away from him, you looked down at his hand and spread your fingers out for him to slip the ring onto your finger. It was dainty and perfect—one small diamond at the top, set in white gold. You held your hand up, and you admired the way it looked on your hand for a moment.

Harry wrapped his big palm around yours and pulled your hand up to his mouth, "That's a yes? You'll marry me?"

You sputtered a laugh and nodded, "Of course I will."

He kissed your knuckles and grinned at you before you pulled your hand away and wrapped your arms around his neck to squeeze him tight. Harry tucked his face into your hair and put his arms around your back.

It was going to be the best Christmas day ever. Fae would be coming by for a couple of hours and then your parents later in the evening. Telling everyone you were finally engaged would be exciting but the best part was that you and Harry had the most precious gift lying upstairs sleeping already.

You placed your hand over his chest and ran your nose against his, "I'm so happy, Harry. I love you so much."

He shifted his legs and ran a big palm up your back, "That's all I want, for you to be happy, Y/n."

Harry got exactly what he wanted because you'd never been as happy as you were in that moment.

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[noctuaism]

When it’s time for his daughter to get her vaccinations it’s Satoru who almost starts crying more than his daughter. Your daughter is notably more composed than your husband who looks at your daughter like she’s about to disappear on spot.

“Do we have to do this?” he asks for what you think is tenth time. “I can protect her. I’ll keep my infinity on and then she won’t have to worry about bacteria or viruses or boys.” He says the last one with a shiver like it’s the worst possible thing on the list.

“Yes she has to get her shots,” you say, not bothering to look up at him. You already know he’s pouting. Instead, you keep your eyes on your daughter, secured to the car seat between you and Satoru. Gently you run your finger over your daughter’s cheek. She gives you a wide, toothless smile that has your heart clenching. It was hard to believe that she was just in your belly just over two months ago. She was growing up so fast. “And no you can’t keep your infinity up forever, you’ll burn your brain out.”

The man continues to mutter anxiously, only worsening your own anxiety. You hated seeing your baby cry no less than he did.

“What if I hollow purple—” he starts again and you send him a withering look, feeling a little bad when he gives you an anxious look. Fatherhood is possibly the only thing that has ever made Gojo Satoru second guess himself. You reach over and gently squeeze his hand, both an apology for the harsh look and for reassurance, and watch as his face softens. He squeezes your hand back before taking his turn at entertaining your little baby.

The rest of ride to the hospital is filled with your baby gurgling joyfully at her father as he makes silly faces at her.

When you finally reaching the hospital, you thank Ichiji and drag Satoru away before he can give the poor man a hard time. Satoru holds the car seat in his hand, the shades on the carrier drawn over to protect your baby from the Sun. You hold the hand that isn't occupied with the carrier, squeezing it for reassurance, as you make your way into the building.

Times seems to fly from there, from the moment you approach the front desk and finish filling out the forms to finally hearing your family name being called.

The nurse gives the both of you a soft, reassuring smile seemingly accustomed to the anxiety of new parents. As she leads you to the back of office she reassures the both of you that this appointment would be quick and easy. She gives a practiced debrief of the vaccines your baby would receive. Satoru takes it upon himself to be a little obnoxious with the questions he asks and she shows no irritation towards him, taking everything in stride.

3 shots. This would not be easy.

You really didn't want to hear your baby cry. You turn your head to your husband who has an unusual, grim look on his face. You try your best to remind yourself that this was for your daughters health and wellbeing. The quicker this was done, the faster the both you could go home and take care of her.

After being seated in the room, the only thing left to do was wait for the doctor. The loud crying of babies from the other room left you feeling uneasy. You watch as Satoru takes her out of the carrier to hold her up in his arms. You soften at the sight. Your two loves.

It reminds you that despite all the fears that Satoru had shared with you about fatherhood, he fell into the role quickly and with little stumble. He was as good at being a Father as he was at anything else. You lay your head on his shoulder, watching your daughter's eyes flutter in the warmth of her father. You wish she'd be this small forever. You think you could fall asleep like this, despite your surrounding. To the feeling of Satoru's lips on your forehead and your daughter tucked safely in his arms.

The little moment is broken by a short knock on the door and doctor's head peaking into the room. You sit up straight preparing yourself. The doctor briefly introduces herself as she makes her way in followed by a nurse.

"I trust that you understand what this entails," she says. "I can go over it again if you need."

"How bad is this going to hurt her?" Your husband asks, his voice taking on a serious he usually doesn't show. You watch as the nurse sets out the three syringes onto the table, each with a translucent cap.

"I will not lie to you, Gojo-san, this will be uncomfortable. The faster we get this done, the easier it will be on her." Her voice is calm. "However, I also cannot say what side effects may occur or may not occur at all." She gets up to wash her hands in the sink before putting on some gloves. "Please place her on the exam table."

"I might have to hollow purple this place."

"What was that, sir?"

"Nothing."

Satoru gives her the fakest smile you've ever seen on his face while gently laying your baby down. He gently smoothes her unruly, white hair and doesn't let go of her hand. You join him at his side, running your hands down her arm, watching as she turns and bends to look at you. Her gummy smile reminds you so much of Satoru, so full of joy and happiness. You really carried her for nine months for her to be a carbon copy of her father.

"Okay, we're gonna count to three and administer one to each thigh," you nod, steeling yourself. "One, Two, Three..."

Your daughter wails and the shots are done just like that. The doctor and the nurse work quickly and efficiently, caping the used needles. Her piercing cries hurt your heart and you take her into your arms rocking her, trying your best to calm her down. Satoru, on the other hand, looks as though he wants to throw hands with the doctor, the glare behind his dark glasses is harsh.

"I know, baby, I know," you cajole, trying to get her to stop crying. Her crying continues for a while and you give your husband a little helpless look. He catches on quickly and gently takes her from your arms, taking his turn at rocking her against him.

"We're never doing this again," he says. Your daughter finally starts to calm a little. Tears continue to stream down her face but she no longer wails in pain. You wipe her face with your hand, smoothing your hand on her cheek. Your throat feels tight.

The rest of the time from the hospital back to your house is a blur. Your daughter sleeps safely in her nursery having been lulled to sleep from all the crying and some milk.

The both of you are sat on the couch in the living room. The baby monitor placed on the coffee table in front of you. Satoru is in your arms, his head buried in your neck. You sat in his lap, gently combing your hands through his hair. You had two babies to take care of.

"I hated that," he says, a little whiny. "Can we never do that again?"

"She's gonna have to get more no matter what we do."

"If I get rid of every vaccine produced ever and the companies making them, we'll never have to do this again." The statement is ridiculous and is enough to make you laugh which has him whining into you neck again.

"I'M SERIOUS DON'T LAUGHT AT ME." Which only serves to make you giggle harder. You place a kiss on his forehead.

"You're a good father you know," you say, directing the conversation in another direction instead of the doom of pharmaceutical companies at the hands of Gojo Satoru. "She's lucky to have you."

"Of course she is, I'm THE Gojo—" you place your hand over his mouth cutting his bragging short. You take your hand away once you're sure he's not gonna say anything silly. And before he has a chance to lick it.

"I'm being serious."

"You really think so?"

"I know so."

You think back to the conversation you had before your daughter was born. The one where Satoru had spilled his heart out, confiding his fears of being a bad and absent father. You remember being in a similar position as you are now, seated in his lap and running a hand through his hair. You felt him squeeze your waist in the same way, one that told you that despite pretending he didn't need it, even the strongest needed comfort.

"I love you, sweetheart," he murmurs. "Thank you for everything."

"I love you too, toru."

Your lips lock in a soft, gentle kiss. He was your everything and more. The silence between you both is sweet and comfortable as you bask in each other warmth.

Silence, however, never lasts long in the Gojo household. Especially when it comes to Gojo Satoru.

"So what do you say about practicing for our second?"

[forkshighschooler]

can you do some Paul Lahote headcanons where he finally allows himself to be vulnerable around his imprint, the reader? (paul lahote x female!reader)

Thank you soo much, love your works 🩷

~love, Lacy

Paul Lahote Headcanon

( Him being vulnerable to his imprint)

A/N- Thank for reading some of my other work! I hope this is what you meant!if you have any others requests I would love to write again for you!

1.It Doesn’t Come Easy

Paul grew up equating strength with silence. Vulnerability was something people used against him — something unsafe. So when you come along and treat his rage and silence with patience instead of fear, it unnerves him. It takes months for him to realize you’re not just tolerating him — you see him, and you stay.

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2. He Talks About His Dad Once

Late one night, you’re both lying in bed — he’s warm behind you, arm loosely wrapped around your waist. Out of nowhere, he says, “He used to hit the wall. Never me. Just the wall. But I always thought… someday he would.”

He doesn’t elaborate. You just hold his hand, interlacing your fingers with his. It’s quiet, but your presence says everything. Paul doesn’t cry, but he doesn’t sleep much that night. He just holds you tighter.

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3. He’s Afraid You’ll Leave

Even after imprinting, there’s a voice in the back of his head that whispers: She could still leave you.

It’s not insecurity in the usual sense — it’s abandonment trauma, buried deep. You catch it in the way he sometimes stares at the door too long when you say you’re going out. The way he texts, “you okay?” when you’re gone longer than expected. The way he sleeps with his arms wrapped around you, like you might vanish.

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4. He Trusts You With His Temper

He tries so hard to keep his temper in check around you — and he’s mostly good at it. But one day, something sets him off. You’re there when he phases, panting and growling in the trees. Instead of being scared, you speak to him softly.

“Paul, I’m not leaving. Come back to me.”

He does. Shaking, naked, eyes wide with shame. He expects you to flinch. You just wrap him in the blanket you brought and rest your forehead against his chest. His breathing slows. That’s when he knows: you’re his anchor.

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5. He Lets You Touch His Scars

Paul never talks about the worst fights. But when you trail your fingers along an old scar on his ribcage one night, he doesn’t stop you. He just says, voice low, “That one was mine. I lost control.”

You kiss it without a word. He closes his eyes and exhales — like he’s been holding that shame in for years.

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6. His Love Isn’t Loud — It’s Honest

He doesn’t say “I love you” often. But when he does, it’s raw and unguarded. It’s whispered in your hair when he thinks you’re asleep. It’s muttered into your skin after a bad nightmare. It’s spoken with wide eyes during arguments, as if losing you would be the final crack in him.

“I love you,” he says one night, barely above a breath. “Even when I’m scared of what that means.”

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7. He Apologizes — Really Apologizes

It’s a big step for Paul. Not the casual “my bad,” but the real, trembling kind: “I was scared and I pushed you away. That’s not fair to you. I’m sorry.”

His voice shakes. His jaw tightens like he expects you to lash out or walk away.

Instead, you cup his cheek and say, “Thank you for telling me the truth.”

Paul doesn’t speak. He just leans into your hand like it’s the only solid thing left in the world.

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8. The Softest Moment: He Lets Himself Fall Apart

It’s a quiet night. Rain outside. No patrol, no pack, no pressure. You make him tea. He sits beside you on the floor, head resting against your shoulder. For once, he lets the silence stretch — no front, no mask. Just a man who’s tired. A boy who grew up too fast. A soul learning how to be loved.

He whispers, “I don’t know how to do this. But I want to try. With you.”

You brush your thumb under his eye where a tear threatened to fall. “That’s all I need.”

Disclaimer:

I do not own Twilight or any of its characters. All rights belong to Stephenie Meyer. This is a work of fanfiction written for entertainment purposes only. No copyright infringement is intended.

[monzamash]

easy to please lando norris x you rating – mature (sexual themes, coarse language) blurb for ✨monzamusings✨

thinking about u, the text read. above it, there was a photo – dark, a little bit blurry, possibly a figment of your weary imagination. a hand pressing down on black cotton, tanned and veiny – a hand you immediately recognised. fingers too, gripping the thin material and an outline that had you sitting up in bed, lazy smile slipping across your flushed cheeks as the picture came into focus. lip bitten. baby, was all you sent in reply. your eyelids fluttered shut momentarily, loosing the battle to sleep until you felt your phone buzzing, resting in your slack hand. they were coming thick and fast and bringing you back into the present. your fingers tingled from the sensation when you held it up and nearly dropped the bright screen on your squinting forehead. don’t baby me i miss u can i call please???? winky face emoji.

you sighed sharply into the plush pillow beside your head, wondering whether or not you had the energy for it. the appetite was always there. hell – all you could think about was him; even in the mundane moments, he was everywhere you looked – your work, your friends, the cheesy rom com that made you cry before wrapping yourself up in a blanket and falling asleep. you missed him. the back and forth, the will they won’t they bullshit nearly sending you into a spiral of complete and utter confusion. the future was uncertain; the distance between where you were and wherever he was in the world unbearable but what you did know was that you loved him, missed him. and he was yours.

heartbreakingly so. alright romeo but make it quick always am hehe. dickhead.

the phone call connected after one, maybe half a ring – there was no pretence anymore with you and lando. this was routine now, the late night calls across oceans, and it was always the same. whispered, i miss you's and i love you's, strangled moans, hands frantically chasing the high of what you knew felt like heaven together, by whatever means necessary, the best dirty talk you could ever imagine, barely tiding you over until you could be close enough to feel each other again.

“hi pretty girl.”

“hi boyfriend”

“ugh, i love it when you call me that. say it again…”

and you did, over and over until the late night giggles took hold and lando couldn’t breathe – the goofy smile scrunching the corners of his dry eyes, fatigue and exhaustion lingering in his hoarse voice.

“you should be sleeping.”

“i would be if you were here,” he stated matter of fact, not even a blinking, “i think i got used to having you with me over winter break… spoiled me too much and now i'm ruined for life.”

“so dramatic.”

“i’m being so real,” he yawned and by the soft grumble on the other end, he was definitely stretching out his sore, weary muscles like cat. there was a beat and a click of the tongue before lando spoke again, the ominous silence already making your eyes playfully roll.

“so… what are you wearing right now?”

“unbelievable…”

“you cant blame a man for asking, especially in my hour of need… show me pleeeeease” lando whined, toothy smile no doubt lining his chapped lips.

“what if I’m not wearing anything?” you taunted, snapping a quick photo and sending it through without a second thought.

lando quickly peaked, side-eyeing the screen sneakily and sighed when he realised you were pulling his chain, “i'm wearing some shirt you left behind because it’s hotter than satan's asshole here in london at the moment.”

he groaned more to himself than to you, eyes scanning your curves under the thin material, fixated on how unconstricted you were under the shirt he recognised, breasts pert. lando was restless and you really did deserve more than the desperado ‘what are you wearing’ pick up line but god, he wanted to know, no, he needed to know because if he didn't find out, he feared he may never recover.

after all, it was you that had him sick in love. and perpetually horny.

“think i might like you in my clothes more than naked…"

“you’re a sicko.”

“mmm you make me like this… and no bra, like are you trying to kill me?”

“always.”

you cupped your chest over his shirt and took another photo, teasing the gorgeous man waiting for your every move with bated breath. he’d sucked in his bottom lip, you could hear by how shallow his breathing had become, reminiscent of a panting dog – the sound alone quickened your heart rate. the image of him sitting in a hotel room alone, hand pressed to his aching cock thinking about you, parched to the point of a sleepless night was dizzying.

and it was easy with lando, the familiarity of his voice and the rhythm you effortlessly fell into. all remnants of consciousness melted away with him.

“wish i was there with you baby,” he whispered and you nodded, smiling, even though he couldn’t see how happy it made you to hear him say it.

“me too,” you sighed, relaxing into the stillness until your loud, obnoxious doorbell shook you from the peaceful silence.

“fuck!” you cursed, frozen in place.

“what?” 

“someones at the door…”

“what time is it there?”

“like 11pm… should i ignore it?” you were already grabbing the cardigan you'd thrown over the end of your bed and halfway to the door, curiosity winning out.

“nah, nah. you’re on the phone with me – answer it,” he encouraged, “i wanna make sure it isn’t your side piece coming ‘round when i’m not there.”

“ha-ha, actually my other boyfriend is already here, i've been trying to get you off the phone this whole time...”

"hmm, lucky cunt." he mumbled.

lando made you brave, stupidly brave so you swung the door open without hesitation, locked and loaded with a line of interrogating questions for the person interrupting the precious time you had with the man you love.

but you were hearing double as you held the phone to your ear and looked up – you knew that mess of frazzled curls and tired eyes anywhere, peering back with a smile the size of the moon curling at the corners of his lips. he was bundled up in a hoodie, one you knew would feel warm to the touch and smelled like him.

you had to be dreaming.

“better go tell your other boyfriend to pack his shit and get the fuck out of our house.”

“lando…” tears welled in your eyes as you lunged into his open arms.

“hi pretty girl…” he chuckled, picking you up without hesitation and hooked your legs around his waist, carrying you over the threshold.

“why didn’t you say you were coming home?”

“surprises are sexy, no?” he asked, voice deliciously low. he knew your answer.

“very sexy.” you moaned and pressed firm, fiery kisses into his strong neck, “you’re so sexy – all of this is sexy… god, i love you.”

“love you too sweetheart – let’s go to bed.”

“to sleep?” you asked, with doe-eyes and a devilish grin.

“yeah, i flew eleven fuckin' hours to just sleep… oh and by the way," lando narrowed his eyes and pointed to the crinkled shirt hanging from your shoulders, you looked a mess.

"i want my shirt back right now.”

you hummed and twirled down the hallway, “you’re gonna have to pry it off my cold, horny body, norris…”

“mission accepted,” lando confidently stated, chest puffed as he started stripping his hoodie from his body and inched closer and closer to where you were stood and all you could do was admire the gorgeous man stalking towards you.

oh, and blink a few times to make sure you definitely weren't dreaming, "i can't believe you were sexting me in the back of a cab."

“i know," he chuckled, "it was getting a bit much by the end there, so i walked the last couple of blocks to calm myself down."

you couldn't suppress the moan building in your throat at his touch and his confession – your mind was running wild, "that's so hot."

"you are." he quipped, hands slowly tracing your sides and cupping your chest in his warm palms.

"this is way better than phone sex.”

lando shrugged as you ran your hands down his toned stomach, thumbs circling the indents just above his hips, “i’ll take anything with you – it’s all good to me.”

“you’re easy to please.”

“well, you make it easy – god, look at you,” he exhaled, brushing the loose strands of hair from your face and all you could do was smile.

“i’m glad you’re home, ya goof. it doesn't feel right without you here."

“me too, baby. meee too.” lando smiled and planted a longing kiss to your pouty lips.

more writing...

bit of backstory with this blurb; it was originally going to be a follow up to another fic i wrote called lost in japan and then got buried in the wip graveyard. somehow it resurfaced in my doc folder right when i needed it and i feel like it still kinda fits in the lost in japan universe - selfishly i love those characters. anyways, i hope you enjoyed it 💋