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I COULD PLAY THE DOCTOR (I CAN CURE YOUR DISEASE)
pair: logan howlett x fem!reader
wc: 4.1k
contains: 18+ SMUT MDNI, swearing, established relationship, logan's pov, written with origins!logan in mind, nat veering dangerously closer to a/b/o territory with every passing day, rut cycles, oral sex (fem!receiving), fingering (fem!receiving), multiple orgasms, gratuitous amounts of dirty talk, p in v, rough sex, biting, hair pulling, size kink, belly bulging, pussy pronouns, one (1) single use of the word daddy, scent kink, pain kink, breeding kink ofc, knotting (donât look at meâŠ), squirting, porn w/ plot, no use of y/n.
natâs note: donât look at meâŠi donât know how many times i swore up and down iâd never write something like this but iâm a confirmed liar apparently soâŠhere. i mean i just figured i'm in a rut artistically so therefore the only answer is writing logan in a rut physically...i can do what i want and i don't need to explain myself or my horny thoughts. also, i debated posting this in the wake of everything that's gone down over the past two days that is still escalating and will continue to escalate in the coming weeks, but i think everyone could use a little escape from how scary things may seem right now. take a break from all the terrifying news sites and read about logan wanting to breed you :) kisses!
divider by angel @saradika-graphics!
it's been another six months, and logan needs your help...
The burn starts on the walk home from work, a pulse of heat deep in Logan's gut that grows with every step.
It spreads slowly, sinking into his muscles and seeping up his spine as he rounds the last corner, your place less than a block away now.
It caught him off guard this time, an itch burying itself under his skin earlier in the day only to get worse and worse as he worked.
He usually knew the signs well enough to feel them start creeping in, and he was dead sure it wasn't for another few weeks.
Apparently, he was wrong.
Loganâs jaw clenches as he picks up his pace, every nerve ending in his body straining to break into a full blown sprint at the thought of you, all alone and waiting for him.
His fingers curl into tight fists, nails pressing into his palms to ground himself, though itâs hardly enough. The faint scent of you drifts up from his shirt, not even a long day at the lumberyard enough to drown it out.
By the time he reaches your door, his heartbeat is a heavy thud in his ears, syncing with the building ache of desire wracking through his body like the earth rattling boom of a raging thunder storm.
He fumbles through getting his key into the lock, hands unsteady as he tugs the door open with a little more force than necessary and finally steps inside.
The second he closes the door behind him, the heat surges, thrumming through his veins and flooding his chest. Your scent fills the air completely, stronger now, wrapping around him so thick and sweet.
"Darlin'?" His voice comes out rougher than he intends, but he's beyond caring.
Your voice floats from the other room, casual, warm enough to send a jolt through him. Logan drops his axe from his shoulder, leaning it against the door as he starts down the familiar path to your bedroom.
You're spread out on his side of the bedâoblivious, curled up with a book, wrapped in one of the flannels he must have left the last time he stayed over.
Just the sight of you does something to him, like a match dragged against a strike pad, damned on setting everything ablaze.
You glance up, and the soft smile on your lips falters as you catch sight of him.
Logan knows what he must look like, his eyes all dark and predatory, chest heaving as he rakes his hungry gaze over you like a wolf watches a lamb grazing too close to its den.
He doesnât say anything at first, just stalks toward you with a purpose thatâs as undeniable as the heat pouring off him in waves.
The book slips from your fingers, forgotten, as you lean back, the small sound of your breath hitching under the weight of his gaze is music to his ears.
Logan pauses at the edge of the bed, towering over you, letting himself drink in the way you look. So soft and serene, like some kind of invitation that begs him closer. His flannel draped loosely over your shouldersâshrouding you in his scent.Â
The urge to pounce on you fights against his normal instinct to savor every second, to draw it out until the heat pooling in his gut becomes downright unbearable.
âBeen thinkinâ about you all damn day,â he mutters, voice thick and dark as molasses, rough from restraint heâs quickly losing. His knuckles brush against your thigh, then tighten, holding you in place as he leans down, his breath hot against your neck. âThinkinâ about what I was gonna when I finally got my hands on you.â
Your skin blooms with warmth beneath his touch, and he grins against your neck, the edge of his teeth grazing you just enough to make you squirm. He growls low in his throat, that itch heâs been fighting nearly all day clawing its way up to the surface with a vengeance.
The primal urge inside of him screaming to claim claim claim take take take mate mate mate breed breed breed.
You tilt your head to the side with a soft sigh, freeing up more space for him to nose along your skin. âIs it time?â
Logan's breath catches as your question hangs in the air, thick with anticipation. The soft simplicity of it ignites the wildfire burning in his gut, every ounce of restraint slipping away like sand through his fingers.
âYeah, baby,â he growls, slipping his fingers under the worn cotton of your shorts, feeling the bare skin beneath. âItâs time.â
You shift, hands going to the buttons of his flannel like youâre going to take it off. Logan stops you, taking your wrists in his free hand.
âDonât,â he breathes, shaking his head hard enough that his hair flows with it. âLeave it on.â
The thought of you covered in his scent, of his scent mixing with yours to claim you on a level only he can discern sends his mind buzzing.
You look up at him with those wide, trusting eyes, and something in him cracks wide open. The tenderness of your gaze pulls at him, like a tether pulling him back from the edge, but that heat still smolders in his blood, fierce and unyielding.
Logan runs his thumb along the racing pulse of your wrist before he drops them. His hands venture lower, fingers pressing against the inside of your thigh, tracing a deliberate path that makes your body tremble under his touch.
You let out a shuddering breath, the scent of your arousal swirling through the air is enough to make him crave more.
In one rough tug, Logan yanks you towards the edge of the bed as he falls to his knees. Your hips held tight in his hands as he lurches forward, burying his nose in the soft junction where your leg and inner thigh meet.
He inhales deep, greedy lungfuls of your scent. A guttural growl rumbles through his chest, his eyes screwing shut at the sheer amount of too much that courses through him. He feels dizzy with it, high on the pheromones pumping from you in waves.
Youâre soaked already, the wet fabric of your shorts melded to the shape of your cunt. He canât help but run his nose along the slick seam of you, reveling in the way your legs twitch on either side of his head, in the short gasp you let out.
âLogan.â Your voice is nothing but a mewl, pleading and desperate.
âMissed you,â he rasps, his voice rough, almost unrecognizable. The edge of need in him makes his hands shake, sliding up your thighs, urging them even further apart as he settles between them.
Loganâs fingers dig into your skin, he lets his thumbs brush up, hooking them into the waistband of your shorts to tug them down your legs in one sharp yank. He groans at the sight of you completely bare, no underwear.
âFuck, look at you,â he grates, his thumb coming down to slip through your dripping cunt. Your hole flutters desperately around him, needy little clenches like itâs trying to suck him in. âSheâs all ready for me, huh? Been waiting for me to come home and give her some attention?â
âPlease,â you whimper, your voice thick with longing, the sound going straight to his head, clouding his thoughts.Â
Loganâs pulse races as he watches your body arch instinctively toward his touch, the desperate need in your eyes igniting the raw urges coursing through him.
He canât deny you; he never could. Youâre a feast laid out before him, and heâs starving.
Logan leans closer, letting his tongue flick out to taste you like heâs wanted to since he left for work this morning.Â
âFuck,â he breathes, closing his eyes and losing himself in the moment. He licks a broad stripe from your entrance to your clit, savoring the way your body responds, the way your legs tremble and your hips twitch against his mouth, seeking more. âTastes like fuckinâ heaven, sweetheart.â
The taste of you is intoxicatingâsweet and tangy, flooding his senses with every drag and swirl of his tongue.
Logan canât help but moan against you, the sound vibrating through your body as he dives deeper, his nose nudging against your slick entrance as he shakes his head back and forth like an animalârubbing the plush skin of your inner thighs red and raw with each rough drag of his coarse beard.
Every flick of his tongue sends a shockwave through you, and he revels in the sounds you makeâeach whimper, each moan, a sirenâs call urging him deeper. He laves his tongue around your clit, sucking it gently, pulling at it with his lips as you writhe beneath him, begging for more.Â
He keeps your thighs spread wide, two strong hands pinning them to the mattress so he can devour you just the way you deserve, the sharp dig of your heels into his shoulders only spurs him on.
Your hands bury themselves in his hair, tugging him closer, and he groans into you, letting his tongue delve deeper, seeking out every bit of sweetness he can coax from you.Â
Itâs pure sin, each sound you make, each shiver that runs through you as he takes his time, drinking you down like a man starved.Â
The ache in him intensifies, his own need growing, pulsing. Heâs hard, has been hard since he walked through the front door.
His cock strains against the zipper of his jeans, need pulsing in time with each pump of his blood through his shaft, circling around the base, threatening to expand even without the tight grip of your pussy surrounding him. His hips jerk up on their own volition, desperate for any friction.
âJust like that, Logan,â you gasp, voice breathy and trembling with pleasure.Â
The way you say his nameâraw, desperateâmakes his blood run hotter. He grips your thighs tighter, anchoring you to the bed as he drinks you in, wanting to lose himself in you completely.
Logan pulls away just long enough to catch his breath, looking up at you with lust-drunk eyes, drinking in the sight of your sweaty cheeks, your heavy-lidded gaze, the way your chest rises and falls with each shuddering breath.
The pulse of his cock intensifies, urging him to speed things along. The base desire of his own instincts is getting harder and harder to ignore under your adoring stare.
He feeds his fingers into your clenching hole with no warning, a satisfied smirk tugging his lips up at your sharp gasp. He runs his tongue along his bottom lip, the entire lower half of his face still shining with your essence.
Your cunt swallows him, two thick fingers sinking into the velvety heat like itâs nothing.
Logan groans as he feels you clench around him, your walls fluttering and drawing him in deeper. âThatâs it, baby,â he mutters, his voice hoarse with need. âSo fuckinâ ready for me, so ready for daddyâs fingers in your pussy.â
Your mouth drops open in another devastatingly desperate noise, your hands twist his hair roughly, soft breasts rising and falling each time you gasp for air. The dim light of the sunset filters in through the blinds, highlighting the curves of your body, slick and shining with a thin sheen of sweat.
Every clench of your walls around his fingers shoots a thrill straight to his cock, making him ache with the urge to bury himself inside you. The overwhelming need to take you completely, to mark you and fill you, pulses through his veins until he feels like he might explode.
But heâs not done tasting you yet. Not until youâre practically dripping onto the sheets.
He lowers his mouth back to your core, sucking your clit into his mouth as his fingers pump faster. The sudden intensity makes your thighs shake around his head, and he grins against you. He wants to see you fall apartâwants to feel it.
âLoganâplease, IâŠâ You can barely get the words out, voice breaking as your whole body strains against him, desperate and needy.
The wet slap of his palm against your spit soaked cunt is loud in the quiet of your bedroom, blending with the loud keens that fall from your parted lips. He crooks his fingers, rubbing at that soft, spongy spot inside of you.
âCome on,â he mutters, slick lips brushing against your clit as he speaks. âGive it to me, baby. Show me you're ready for my cock."
He drags the sharp edge of his canine against your pulsing clit with barely any pressure, and you're coming.
Your whole body tenses, back bowing off the mattress as you let out a broken cry of his name. The bite of your nails digging into his scalp feels harsh enough to draw blood, a feeble attempt at grounding yourself against the onslaught of pleasure.Â
Your trembling thighs tighten around his shoulders, gripping him like a vice as your shaking cunt gushes around his fingers. Logan groans at the feeling, eyes slipping shut as you drench his wrist and chin in your juices.
Even then, he doesnât let up, fingers pumping relentlessly as he draws out every pulse, every aftershock of your climax, every tiny spray of your release splashing against his wrist.Â
Heâs lost in the feel of youâslick and trembling under his hands, the scent of your release filling his lungs, thick and intoxicating.
You slump back against the bed, body limp and spent. His own need is a driving, aching force now, clawing at his insides, demanding more.
He slips his fingers free from your dripping heat, dragging them through the wetness coating his chin as he licks them clean with a growl, savoring every taste.
âGood girl,â he purrs, voice thick with pride and satisfaction as he pulls back, leaving your thighs twitching in the wake of his touch. But he still isnât finished. Not even close.
You barely have time to catch your breath before Logan crawls up the bed, his eyes locked on you, pupils blown with need. He looms over you, hands planting on either side of your head. His cock grinds against you through the rough denim, and you can feel just how thick and hard he is, throbbing through the fabric, demanding to be freed.
With a low groan, he shifts his hips, dragging his bulge along your soaked cunt, sending another jolt of pleasure racing through you. His hands are all over you, gripping your waist, hot and possessive.
âFeel that?â he asks, pressing his lips the wild flutter of your pulse, the need to sink his teeth in the soft skin of your neck raises the hair on the back of his neck. âThatâs what you do to me baby. Got me hard as a fuckinâ rock, just aching to be inside you.â
Your arms circle his shoulders, clawing at the fabric off his shirt. âNeed you inside me, Logan. Please, want it so bad.â
The pure need lacing your words, your scent calling out to him, the way he can feel the front of his jeans getting soaked through with the slick pouring from your cunt all pull him deeper into the recesses of his hind-brain.Â
The mounting desperation to stuff you full of his cock finally reaches a fever pitch.
With a deep growl, Logan rears back as far as he can bear, just enough to tear his shirt over his head before he fumbles with the heavy buckle of his belt to free his aching cock.
He shoves his jeans down, boxers quickly following until thereâs nothing separating him from the cool air of your bedroom. His cock springs free, hot and flushed an angry red color, drooling from the tip enough that it drips down to stain the pretty floral sheets of your bed.
Your eyes zero in on him, mouth dropping open at the sight. His cock so heavy it doesnât curve upward to slap against his stomach, instead it hangs down to sway between his thighs as he moves closer.Â
Your legs spread as he nears, slick covered thighs parting to make room for him to slot between them. So obedient, so good, so well trained.
Logan takes himself in his hand, nearly wincing at the blazing temperature of his skin. He secures his hand around the base, squeezing where his knot threatens to pop before heâs even got in you.
He slips the angry head through the folds of your cunt, slapping it against your clit with a wet âthwackâ sound. He can feel the way it twitches and shakes, just as desperate as him.
âLook at that,â he mutters darkly, eyes glued to where heâs laid his cock flat against your stomach, leaking pre-come all over your soft skin. âHowâs it gonna fit, baby?â He shifts his hips, sawing his length back and forth to see just how deep in you heâll be.
Your glassy eyes drop, a broken moan passing through your slack lips when you take in the sight. Your hips rise off the bed, grinding your cunt along the seam of his heavy balls, along the prominent vein trailing up the underside.
âDonât worry, baby,â Logan grits out, eyes hooded and dark as he watches you grind against him. âYouâre gonna take it all. Gonna make you feel every last fuckinâ bit of me.â
He groans, gritting his teeth as he presses in further, each inch a battle against the tight, molten heat that grips him like a vice. Your body shudders as he fills you, your slick warmth pulling him deeper and deeper, and he sinks down until heâs fully seated, his hips flush with yours.Â
The pressure is mind-numbing, your walls clenching around him in rhythmic pulses that make his vision blur. He stills for just a second, savoring the way your body stretches around him, hugging him in a way that feels like it was made for him alone.
Logan watches your face as you adjust to the stretch, your brows pinched together, each breath coming fast and shallow, your eyes glazed with pleasure.
Then, your hands come to his shoulders, nails digging little crescent moons into his skin as you nod your head, ready.
Itâs all the confirmation he needs. His hips pull back before he slams in again, the force of it jolting your whole body. He presses his forehead to your shoulder, teeth bared as he muffles a snarl against your skin.
Logan thrusts again, and again, and again, hips setting a merciless pace as he watches the way your breasts bounce with each thrust, each little shudder.
His mouth waters with the need to taste, to sink his teeth into your supple skin hard enough to pierce clean through, hard enough to scar.
Sweat drips down the length of his spine, across his brow. It mats down the hair scattered over his chest, his dog tags slick with it when they bounce off his skin with each thrust. The grip of his hands tightens on your hips, itâs taking everything in him to hold back and yet he knows youâll still bruise tomorrow.Â
Pretty hues of dark purples and yellows in the shape of his fingers, ones heâll catch you admiring in the bathroom mirror, pressing your own fingertips into them to feel the dull acheâto remember this moment.
âMade for this, arenât you?â he rasps, his voice dark and possessive. âMade to take me, to be mine.â
The words barely leave his mouth before heâs bending down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing your cries as he drives into you, pushing you both closer to that sweet edge.
âFuck, Logan,â you gasp, breaking the kiss as your body trembles under him. âCanâah!âcan feel you in my stomachâŠâ
Your hand drops from his shoulder, slipping between your bodies to rest over the sweaty expanse of your belly. Loganâs eyes follow your path, a feral growl bursting from his chest before he can stop it.
Heâs transfixed by it, sure that if he pressed his hand to the soft skin of your lower stomach right over your own, that heâd feel it. Feel the way his cock punches up against your insides, so deep it's like heâs rearranging your guts to make room.
âFuck.â His voice is nothing but a gravelly rumble, hoarse and dark as midnight. His hips speed up impossibly faster, chasing the feeling of your clenching walls choking the length of his cock so tight he thinks it might snap off at the base.
The flimsy headboard of your bed slams against the wall, creaky mattress springs screaming under his ministrations.
You feel like salvation, like the first rays of light after too many years spent in the dark.
He feels it with each kiss of his cock against your cervix, in the way your lips fit in the junction of his neck, in the red welts your nails leave on the skin of his back. He feels alive, truly alive, for the first time in decades.
âSay my name,â he grates, his hand cupping the back of your neck, coaxing you to look up at him, lips close enough to taste the heat radiating from his skin. âTell me who you belong to.â
"Logan," you gasp, your voice breathy, edged with desperation as he pushes you closer to the brink. "Yours. Only yours."
A broken, shaky noise falls from his lips as he buries his face in your neck. He mouths at your skin desperately, presses his nose to where your scent is the strongest.Â
Flashes of his release spraying your insides play behind his closed eyes, thoughts of drenching you so thoroughly that it has to take only forcing his hips to slam against the rippling muscle of your ass like you have your own magnetic pull. He feels it building, the slow swell of his knot presses against your folds, ready to burst.
âCome on, honey,â he begs, thumb coming down to rub slow circles over your slick clit. âCome with me, soak my cock. Show me how much you love it, how much you love me.â
Pathetic little uh uh uhâs fall from you with every thrust, broken up only by the breathy whines of his name as he pounds into you hard enough to push your body higher up the mattress. Finally, with a loud roar, he stuffs his growing knot inside of your cunt.Â
Loganâs teeth sink into your neck before he can even think twice about it, the thick spray of his come filling you as his hands pull your hips down even further over his cock. He needs to be as deep in you as possible, to press forward until he canât anymore, until his aching balls are flush with your gushing cunt.
He watches with rapt attention as you come with a loud wail, just from the feeling of his knot slotting into place. The clamp of your thighs over his hips is nearly as tight as the way your cunt seizes around him like itâs scared heâll leave.
He groans at the over stimulation of your cunt milking his cock. Your slick leaks around the base of him, your shaking hole plugged so full it can only slip along the creamy ring to splash weakly against his thighs and hips.
Logan licks along the spot where his teeth pierced your skin, planting one last kiss before heâs taking you in his arms and rolling onto his back atop the mattress. The plush comforter sticks to his skin, your own sweaty body slipping against his as he tries his best to not jostle you too much while keeping you stuffed full of his cock.
He holds you to his chest until your breathing evens out, until your body stops trembling on top of his, until youâre nosing along the column of his neck.
âLogan?â Your voice is tiny, hoarse and scratchy. He feels your hand drawing absent minded shapes along the skin of his stomach. A circle, a star, a figure eight, a heart.
âYeah baby?â he says, pressing his lips to the crown of your head, eyes slipping shut at the content feeling that spreads through him.
âLove you,â you murmur, voice soft but sure, the words slipping out without hesitation.
Itâs the first time youâve said it today, and hearing those three words from you sends warmth flooding through him.
Logan shifts slightly, pulling you even closer, his hand moving to the back of your head, cradling you with a kind of tenderness he used to think heâd never be capable of. âI love you too, darlinâ. More than you know.â
Your body relaxes against him, the lingering effects of your shared intimacy still buzzing through your limbs, but now thereâs a sense of peace, of safety, and a deeper connection.
He can feel the way your fingers curl lightly against his skin, the quiet smile that must be tugging at your lips as you press a kiss to the side of his neck.
And in that moment, with everything settled around him, Logan knows that this, right here, is everything.
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(almost) one year with you â c.sainz
pairing. carlos sainz x strategist!norris!fem!reader
summary. your boyfriend is usually so intelligent. when he makes one of the stupidest decisions of his life to break up with you, his best friend (and your idiot brother) decides to take matters into his own hands. 4.3k, 18+
warnings. breakups = makeup sex, oral (fem receiving), fingering, reader is kind of a bitch but carlos is into it
masterlist.
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"I'm going to kick the door open."
"Please, do not do that," Carlos says from behind you.
"You think I can't?"
Smartly, Carlos chooses not to voice any further opinions.
You kick the door, more out of frustration than an actual attempt to break it open.
"I'm going to murder you when I get out of here, Lando!" you shout against the door, not really caring if your idiot brother has hung around to hear the very real threat.
You may not actually kill him (you're still debating it) but you will definitely hit him. At least five times. Maybe more. And he's not getting any of your late-night stress-baked cookies for several months. Asshole.
You kick the door again, harder. The wood bends near the bottom from the impact, rattling in the doorframe but otherwise unmoving. Your groan turns into a yell of frustration, punctuated by you hitting the still closed door with both hands. You seriously cannot believe Lando would do this.
"Are you finished?"
Carlos sounds almost amused.
If he hadn't been literally thrown into the room by not just Lando but Max and Alex as well, you might think he's in on this whole scheme. Instead, you just glare at him, irritated that he's so calm while you're both being held against your will.
"Is being made to be near me that horrible?" Carlos says.
"Oh, fuck off."
"You are acting as if they will not have to let us out eventually."
"How long is that going to take? Huh? I don't want to be locked in here for hours. It's actually FUCKING RIDICULOUS!"
You're shouting at the door again, hoping your dumbass brother and his stupid fucking friends can hear.
They all better be prepared for the consequences. There's no one better at holding a grudge than you.
You never should have trusted Lando when he had insisted you come to Charles Leclercâs dumb yacht party. He never wants to be seen in public with you much less all but beg you to attend a party with all his friends who are so much cooler than you because he's an F1 driver and all his friends are, too, and you're just a strategist.
(You never thought that being a trackside strategist at Scuderia Ferrari would be preceded by "just" as though it isn't an impressive feat but with a brother like Lando Norris, nothing you do ever really seems to measure up. You're the reason Lando ever got into racing or F1 in the first place. So really, this is your own fault.)
You give up harassing the door (it locks from the inside so there must be something blocking it in the hallway) and start searching the room for another way out. It's a bedroom, and you're choosing to assume that it just happened to be the easiest place to trap you both and not a purposeful nudge to something untoward. Lando isn't that crude. You think.
After this little stunt, you don't think he deserves the benefit of the doubt.
You start checking all the drawers to see if there's anything useful. You don't actually know what you're looking for. Maybe like a fire axe or a hand saw so you can brute force your way out of here.
"We could talk," Carlos proposes.
"And give Lando what he wants? No, thank you."
"You are so proud. Can we not talk this out?"
"What's there to talk out, Carlos? You dumped me, remember?"
That shuts him up.
You refuse to look at him. Even with your back to him as you search through a completely empty dresser, you can feel the look on his face. Full lips pouting, big brown cow eyes all sad and pitiful. You'd fold like a cheap suit if you saw his pretty eyes right now and you're trying really hard to stay strong and hang onto your anger so you won't give in.
There's nothing in any of the dresser drawers. The nightstands are fruitless, too. The wardrobe houses only empty hangers, and not even the cheap wire ones that could be bent into something useful like a weapon to kill yourself with if things get any more tense in this tiny room.
"I regret it," he says.
You close the wardrobe with a heavy breath.
"I regretted it as soon as I said we should end it."
"Cry me a river, Sainz. Build a bridge. Get over it. You don't get to call me ânothing but a distractionâ then tell me you regret it and expect me to forgive you just like thatâfuck this. I'm going to swim to shore."
You yank the balcony door open and climb up onto one of the chairs so you can get over the railing.
"Y/N!" Carlos curses in Spanish, scrambles after you and gets an arm around you before you can actually step up onto the railing. "What are you doing?!"
"I just said! I'm going to swim to shore. Let me go!"
Carlos picks you up like a purse dog and carries you back into the room. He stands in front of the balcony door after setting you down, blocking your only escape route.
"You cannot swim to shore. We are miles out of sea!"
"If it gets me out of this room, I'd do it!"
"Can you not just talk to me?"
"No!"
"Why?!"
"Because I don't want to!"
"What are you afraid is to happen?"
"I don't have to explain myself. Especially not to you."
So, you don't explain yourself. You walk over to the couch and take a seat, arms and legs crossed, looking anywhere but at Carlos.
You knew what you were getting into when you agreed to that first date with Carlos last year. You know what you were signing up for. You knew all the judgement would be on you if/when you decided to go public. You knew Ferrari would have many things to say about your relationship, and they did, when you told them earlier in the season before it could potentially get ugly with a reveal from unsasvory sources.
You knew all of that and you went for it, anyway, because could you even call yourself a Norris if you didn't go after what you wanted? You knew what being with Carlos would bring but apparently, you were the only one.
After eleven amazing months together, Carlos got cold feet. You don't know how else to describe it. You had told your family after three months; he'd told his after just one. Everyone was happy for you. Your family loves Carlos, and the Sainz clan accepted you with open arms. You were so happy.
But as your relationship pushed a year, Carlos said you needed to talk, called you a distraction, subsequently hazardous for his line of work, and ended things.
Did you call him an emotionally stunted manchild before storming out of the cafe he asked to meet at? If you did, he surely deserved it.
A few weeks after that, you're where you are now, locked in a bedroom on a yacht while a party rages on several floors above. Carlos says he regrets breaking up with you, that he wanted to take back everything he said, but he already said it and that's how things are now.
You'll not be the girl he comes crawling back to whenever it's convenient for him. If going steady is a hazard for work, then an off again-on again situationship is definitely not OSHA-compliant. You refuse to lower yourself to being a doormat that Carlos wipes his feet on whenever he feels he has the time.
After a while of standing guard at the balcony door, Carlos makes a move to sit on the couch with you.
"No," you say.
He halts midstep.
"You can sit on the bed."
Slowly, as though giving you a chance to change your mind, Carlos sulks over to the bed and sits.
He's moving to Williams next year. He has only a handful of races left in rosso corsa. He doesn't know you're sitting on a job offer that could have you following him, a promotion to head strategist at the Oxfordshire team that you can't believe you're actually debating because of your standing with a man.
You've told no one of Williams's proposition. So, you really don't know why you open your mouth to tell Carlos of all people.
"Williams wants me as their head strategist."
He looks up, eyes bright, surprised but excited for you. "What? That is amazing."
"Yeah, I know it is," you say, glaring at him again. "I haven't accepted yet, though."
Carlos is quiet, then carefully says, "Because of me?"
"No," you say because it's just ridiculous for that to be the reason you're holding up contract negotiations, "Yes, because of you. Obviously. I don't want you thinking I'm following you. I'm not. I'm pursuing my career. So, I know that changes you being all regretful. I just want to clarify things before you hear about it from someone else.â
âWhy would it change how I feel?â
âBecause weâll still be coworkers next season.â
âThat changes it? What does it change?â
Carlos' accent (hot as fuck) and the way he doesn't always say things 100% correct (cute as fuck) are misleading for his actual understanding of the English language. So, you're really not sure what he's getting confused over.
He's leaving. You were supposed to be staying. No longer working together meant no distractions for him until you would meet up at a hotel after a shitty quali and he would fuck the shit out of you. Or something like that.
It'd feel good in the moment but you don't want him for just sex. You don't want casual. You don't want to be a convenient, low-maintenance, not-quite-official girlfriend. You won't do it. No matter how pretty he is.
And his plan to get you back was ruined now that you'd be moving to Williams for next season, anyway.
âIâd not be a distraction if I was staying at Ferrari. Now, weâll both still be on the same team. Not convenient for you to still be in a toxic work environment, huh? So, you can cut the crap.â
âThat has nothing to do with my regret."
"I won't be a casual fuck buddy who you can't stand to be around when it doesn't work for you."
"I never said that!"
He seems genuinely hurt by your implication but you won't fall for it, won't let it deter you.
"It's kind of implied. You know with the whole 'I have to focus on my driving' thing. Like, what the fuck were you doing for the rest of the time we were together? Nothing changed and you suddenly decided it was too much, then you want me back but I ruined that for you. You'll be seeing me next year, too, so don't even bother with the whole regret speech or whatever."
"Iâ," Carlos starts, then says nothing.
He can't seem to find the words.
"What? Nothing to say? You wanted to talk. Talk."
"If I am in a team with you or not," he says, slow, calculated, "It does not change that I regret what I said."
Carlos takes a second to think before continuing. That's where you two differ.
Carlos has always been incredibly intelligent. You knew he was gorgeous before you had ever met in person but his mind made him appeal even more to you when you first started working trackside last season. Long, intellectual conversations preceded him asking you out after his masterclass in Singapore.
You nearly started foaming at the mouth when he said "it's on purpose" to keeping your brother within DRS to hold off Mercedes. You were ready to jump his bones right then and there in the middle of the team celebration when he asked you to dinner before you flew back to England.
But he was a gentleman. (He didn't fuck you until after your second date, but it was a close thing that first night when you leaned over the center console to kiss him. You'd have ridden him right there in the front seat of that rental car if your idiot brother hadn't chosen then to walk by and make a scene. Kind of a mood killer.)
The two of you both found fascination in the other's way of thinking, Carlos' smooth logic and your chaotic brilliance. He is all thought and few words while you talk and talk until you find your solution.
You always found beauty in the contrast. You balance each other. Simultaneously alike and disimilar. He is someone you saw yourself building a life with. After nearly a year together, those are the kinds of thoughts you start to have about a partner.
"So, you regret it," you gather, "But do you still think I'm a distraction?"
"Of course, you are a distraction. I am in love with you. There is nothing more distracting than that."
You laugh, disbelieving. "You're in love with me but I'm distracting and you can't be with me? Why? Because you love racing more?"
"I was scared. I was stupid. I am stupid. I am."
"Self deprecation won't do you any favors. But, yeah, you are stupid. You're not making any sense."
"I was scared. You were everything I could think of. I thought I could not find a balance between you and racing. But without you, it is even worse. I want you as a distraction. I know that because I have lost you.â
âYou havenât,â you say before your brain even knows what youâre doing. âNot entirely, yet. Maybe⊠Youâre not allowed to do this again. Ever.â
And youâre crying. Of course.
Carlos is at your side in record time, kneeling in front of you, taking immediate advantage of the crack in your defenses. âNever.â
âYou canât do shit like this. You canât push me aside like I donât matter. You canât call me a distraction.â
âYou are a distraction. In the best way.â
Unimpressed and wiping your tears, you say, âWow. Youâre such a poet.â
Carlos laughs thickly. âI love you.â
âUgh, fuck off.â
Youâre still wiping at your face. You didnât cry when Carlos called it quits, refused to let him have any sort of hold over you when he pushed you aside but now, youâre crying. Itâs in relief but you still feel your face getting hot from the embarrassment of it.
He knocks your hands aside to cup your cheeks. âYou are the love of my life. I will do whatever it takes to fix what I broke.â
âSânot broken. Just bent. Or whatever the saying is. I donât fucking careâjust kiss me.â
Carlosâ âyes, maâamâ is muffled against your lips.
Itâs only been three weeks (three and a half but whoâs counting) since he last kissed you but it feels like an eternity.
Itâs salty from your tears and wet, also from the tears but more from the way you let his tongue into your mouth after probably not enough time has passed. You donât care. You just want him.
âI love you," you break the kiss to say. "Don't leave me."
"I won't."
"Say it back."
"I love you. I love you I love you I love you."
.
His words jumble between English and Spanish as he kisses down your body.
Your breath catches as he pulls your hips further down the cushion you're sat on. Stupid F1 driver muscles. You want to sink your teeth into his bicep, make him walk around with the bruise, a reminder of who he belongs to.
He slips his fingers into the waistband of your pants, looks up for permission. You lift your hips. You've missed what his big brown eyes look like when they're all dark with want.
He pulls your pants and underwear down and tosses them aside, tugging you even closer to the edge of the couch. Your legs part. He puts your knees on his shoulders then finally pushes his face between your thighs.
You let your head fall back as you sigh, probably sounding ridiculous but he's always been good at this.
He had you ride his face one time. He practically had to beg to get you to agree. There was a lot of him gripping onto you, arms wrapped around your thighs and hips to force you to stay in place. He'd kept you there until you couldn't stay upright or fight against his hold, coaxing multiple orgasms out of you with just his mouth.
Then, he'd fucked you until you came for a fifth time. (You tell a guy one time about how your last partner hadn't the patience to get more than one orgasm out of you, and he makes it his life's mission to get three or more every time you go at it. How terrible for you. Ha.)
He eats you out like a man starving, like he has something to prove. To be fair, he does but he's not going to be entirely back in your good graces just because he's helping you get off for the first time in three and a half weeks. This is just extra credit.
One of his hands finds yours. He tangles your fingers and holds your hand as he involves his free fingers in slipping past your entrance. You open up for him with obscene ease, legs falling apart even further.
He fucks you with a single finger slow, slow, slow while his tongue licks languidly at your clit.
"Carlos," you whine his name.
You don't need all the pleasure you already know he's more than capable of giving you. You just need to get off already.
"I will get you there, hermosa," he promises with a kiss to your inner thigh.
"Get there faster; I don't want my idiot brother thinking better of his insane plan and letting us out while you're nose-deep in my cunt."
Carlos huffs a laugh. You can feel the air against where you're wet. It makes you squirm.
Usually, Carlos would tell you to stay still and be patient but seems to think better of it this time. You would probably still do as he says, circumstance regardless, but he doesn't need to know that. He just presses his lips back to your pussy.
He sucks on the hardened little bundle of nerves at the joint of your labia just how he knows will make you go limp and needy. He pushes a second then a third finger into you, the stretch just that much more than you can manage with your own, smaller digits.
You could've gotten it with the neglected dildo that lives somewhere mostly forgotten in your closet. There was something that felt so final about bringing out the toy you haven't needed since that second date. Thankfully, you still don't need it. You should consider just pitching it, at this point.
You push your hand through Carlos' hair, brushing the ridiculously perfect locks off his forehead so you can watch his stupid, beautiful face as he goes down on you.
"You're so pretty like this, baby," you praise.
His dark eyes flicker up to you, exhaling against your exposed cunt and shifting his knees on the floor.
You're sure if he had a hand free, he'd be palming himself over his pants. He gets off on you getting off and praise goes straight to his dick. You've got this fantasy of making him come completely untouched but you might need to do actual research on that before it becomes a reality.
He sticks his tongue down with his fingers, lapping at your hole and spitting your wetness onto your clit just because it's hot. Like the way he's slobbering over you isn't enough to make the glide of his tongue over your clit smooth and delectable.
"Come on, baby. Don't tease. Not now."
Carlos makes this little displeased noise in the back on his throat.
Quickies aren't really in Carlos' sexual vocabulary. He occasionally likes it as rough and fast as the next dick-haver but he's more of a spread you open and make love to you for hours at a time kind of guy.
He took you to a secluded little cabana in Mallorca for a week during summer break specifically so you two could spend days on end doing nothing but loving on each other. Then, he took you to meet his family and you had to pretend like you hadn't spent the majority of the week prior with their golden child's dick or fingers or tongue inside of you.
Currently, you're just wanting to find relief without Lando or some other F1 driver walking in on you first.
"Carlos, babyâplease."
Carlos likes when you play nice. When you're so desperate for it that your bossy exterior goes away. You tell yourself that you exploit this because your unending pride doesn't like the alternative that you really just are that desperate for it.
He finally starts to finger bang you properly. Combine that with the obscene slurping sounds he's making against your clit and the lack of action for nearly a month and no one could really blame you for not taking long to hit your high.
Heat curls and explodes in your gut and up your spine, back arching, lungs gasping, Carlos' name falling from your mouth as your thighs try to close around his head. He gets his elbows up to hold your legs open. His fingers keep fucking you through your orgasm. He pulls his other hand free of your grip to massage your clit with his thumb, kissing your thighs, pubes, stomach.
He captures your lips in a kiss while you're still riding it out. It's intense and leg-shaking after so long without, emotion-driven, which is the best kind but not worth it after knowing what the fear of losing him is like. You can hardly kiss him back, face pulled in pleausre, moans spilling past your lips that Carlos swallows unburdened.
You tuck your face into his shoulder as he drags it out just to the precipice of overstimulation. You tug him into you, arms around his shoulders, fingers tugging the hair at the base of his skull. He lets his fingers rest inside of you, rests that thumb against your clit so he can hold you back with one arm, at least.
You just breathe for a moment, composing yourself where he can't see your face. The worst may be over but the level of trust you'd built over months together would not be so easily reinstated. He'd have to work hard for that, much harder than a sinlge mind-blowing orgasm.
"Don't leave me," you say in a whisper. "You can't, okay?"
"I won't."
"Promise."
"I promise I will not leave you again. I am the most dumb man if I lose you another time. I will deserve it, then."
"Be smart, then. Like I know you have the capacity to be."
Carlos pulls his fingers out. He catches your shiver, still wrapped up in his one arm. He kisses your cheek before finding something to clean his hands with. You've pulled your pants back on when he's finished.
"Likelihood someone heard us?" you prompt.
"Heard you, you mean?"
You kick at him as he comes back over to you. "Watch it."
He tucks you against his side once he's sat. "Scale?"
"One to a hundred."
"90, at least."
You smack his chest. "Dick."
"You are very loud, mi amor. You talk so much, and you make such pretty noises."
"Don't insult me immediately after I've forgiven you."
You've not drawn away from him at all. In fact, you've tucked your feet up on the couch to curl into him fully.
Carlos knows this. He presses a kiss to your temple.
"I love you. I am sorry I am so stupid."
"I guess I've just got to have enough brains and beauty for the both of us."
"You have always."
You hide your smile in his chest. He holds your thigh when you put your legs across his lap. Now you've got him back, you want to be as close as physically possible. Whoever first said they want to be inside their partner's skin really gets it.
.
George Russell ends up getting sent to let you two out. Evidently, your brother fled the scene of the crime once the yacht returned to port in the early hours of the morning. He dumped the chore of opening Pandora's box on an innocnet bystander.
"I am so sorryâ"
"Oh, clever," you say when you spot the poor Brit, "He sends an uninvolved party to let me out like I couldn't track him anywhere in the world. I've his trainer's phone number and Jon likes me more than him. I am going to beat his skinny little muppet ass. When I find himâ"
You trip over the tangle of chairs that had been used to barricade the bedroom door from the outside.
Carlos catches your elbow.
"Amor, it is late," he says. "Sleep, first, hm?"
You relax into his hold a bit, a silent concession. It'll be easier to murder your little brother after a good night's sleep, anyway.
"So, are you two...?" George trails off.
You cut him a glare.
"Nothing. Never mind. Apologies."
He speeds around the two of you and off the boat.
"The 2019 rookies are all terrified of you."
"Good."
Carlos laughs. "I am excited to see what Alex is like with you next year."
You smile.
Next year, you'll still be working with Carlos. It'll be at a different team, a midfielder at best but at least Carlos will still be on the grid. He'll still find increasingly laughable excuses to be in engineering just to see you. He'll still come home to you, the same that you'll come home to him.
A future with Carlos is still in the cards. He'll be damned if he messes it up again, you know that much.
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Wifey:
Summary: You loose your wedding ring and Billie comforts you
Warnings: fluff đ
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Youâve looked everywhere.
The bedroom, the living room, the kitchen, you even looked in Billieâs small at-home studio. No matter how high and low you search, you just canât seem to find it. Youâre not sure how youâve lost it or when, and your frustration and anxiety grows with each passing second as you continue to turn the house upside down to find your wedding ring.
Guilt starts to build up inside you as you realize that Billie will be home any minute, and still no sign of your ring. How could you be so careless? It isnât just a ring, if anything it is a symbol of Billieâs love and devotion to you, and you canât bear the thought of seeing her reaction when she sees that you donât have it on. You need to find itâ you must.
âWhere is it?!â you groan in frustration as tears begin to swell in your eyes. âFuck!â
Suddenly, the garage door opens. You freeze in place at the realization that your wife has returned home. And you still havenât found your ring. You have to tell her, you know you do, but that is the last thing you want to do.
âHoney! Iâm home!â Billieâs teasing voice echoes the house and you take a deep breath before meeting her at the entrance.
âHi, Billie,â you greet as sweetly as you can manage with a smile, your heart pounding against your chest.
Billie smiles, her arms reaching out to you, and she wraps you in a tight, warm embrace. âHey, my love! Iâve missed you so much. How was your day?â
âIt was great!â you chirp, and you canât help but feel a pang of guilt hit your chest. âHow was yours?â
âIt was good. Tiring, though,â she replies with a chuckle as she pulls you in close, your hips touching hers. âBut being home with my beautiful wife again makes it all worth it.â
It takes everything in you to not burst into tears right then and there. Billie lightly grips your chin and then molds her soft lips with yours into a sweet kiss. You melt into her, forgetting about the ring, your focus now on your wife. Billie deepens the kiss, her grip tighter around your waist as she cradles the back of your head. You canât help but sigh blissfully, making Billie smirk against your lips, the kiss growing more passionate, hungry almost.
âBillieâŠâ you moan as her lips travel down your neck, your eyes fluttering closed.
âLetâs take this to the bedroom, shall we?â Billie murmurs against your skin and you instantly nod. Her hand slips into yours. The one where your ring is supposed to be. And you hold your breath when she brings it up with a curious expression on her beautiful face.
âYouâre not wearing your ring,â she observes, and you bite your lower lip. âWhy?â
âBillie⊠I-IâŠâ you stammer, your nerves getting the best of you. âI-Iâm so sorryâŠâ
âSorry for what?â Billie presses, her eyebrows slightly furrowed. âY/N?â
With a sob, you hold onto Billie tightly, hiding your face in the crook of her neck. Your wife doesnât hesitate to comfort you.
âHey, heyâŠâ Billie soothes, rubbing your back. âPlease donât cry, Y/N. Whatâs wrong?â
When you donât answer, Billie pulls away slightly. She grips your chin, forcing you to look at her, and youâre met with her ocean blue eyes, full of concern. Her expression is stern but you can still see the tenderness in it.
âY/N Y/M/N OâConnell, tell me whatâs wrong,â Billie demands, her voice soft yet firm, locking her ocean blue eyes with yours.
âI-I lost my wedding ring! I canât find it anywhere! I⊠I⊠Iâm so sorry! Please donât be mad at meâŠâ you ramble, and Billie instantly softens as she pulls you into her arms again.
âOh, sweetheart, Iâm not mad,â Billie reassures you, kissing the top of your head.
âPromise?â You just have to be sure.
Billie chuckles softly. âOf course. I could never be mad at my girl. Ever.â
âBut what do we do now?â you ask, pulling away slightly to look at her.
âWe buy you a new one. Whichever one you like,â she promises and kisses your forehead.
âI just feel so bad for loosing it. You picked it out just for me, andâŠâ you sniffle but Billie gently shushes you.
âItâs okay, Y/N. These things happen. I was honestly more worried by how upset you were.â She takes your hands in hers, squeezing them gently. âAccidents happen. You loosing your ring doesnât make me look at you differently or love you any less. Understand, pretty girl?â
âYes,â you say softly. âI love you, Billie.â
âI love you, too, Mrs. OâConnell,â Billie hums and connects her lips with yours again.
Relief washes over you.
You have the best wife in the world.
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Caitlin Clark X Reader
Soft Whispers, Quiet Whimpers
Itâs late when Caitlin walks through the door. The exhaustion from hours of grueling practice heavy on her shoulders. Her usual energy is dimmed replaced by fatigue, but when she sees you waiting for herâŠThe weight of the day seems to lift slightly. Your soft smile and the warmth of your presence immediately start to unwind Caitâs stress.
âRough day?â you ask your voice gentle but filled with something more.. a longing to comfort her. To take some of that weight off her shoulders. Caitlin exhales slowly, her body instinctively moving toward you and you open your arms to welcome her.
âYeah, just⊠tiredâ she admits, her voice quiet the usual fire in her voice gone from exhaustion. You can see it in the way her posture slackens, the way her eyes are half lidded with weariness.
âWell, let me take care of you, babyâ you murmur, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. Your hands glide down her arms, reassuring but purposeful. Thereâs a quiet desire rising within youâŠone thatâs been simmering all day. A mix of longing and the need to feel your girl close. Youâve been craving the chance to help her unwind, but also to let your own growing desire take the lead.
You gently guide Caitlin to your shared bedroom your hands never leaving hers, keeping her close. Her exhaustion is obvious, but so is the pull between you something in her eyes screams of a need for release. It only drives your desire further. You sit Caitlin on the edge of the bed, your touch firm. The moment youâre in the bedroom, the air feels charged and you can hardly wait.
âYou donât have to do anything tonightâ you whisper, your voice both sultry and soft. âLet me take care of you.â
Caitlinâs gaze flickers with gratitude but also with a spark of something elseâŠsomething that tells you sheâs far from uninterested. âI trust you babeâ she murmurs, her voice shaky as she lets you guide her movements.
You kneel in front of her, your hands gliding up her thighs your breath catching at the softness of her skin. Thereâs no denying the heat building between you and the anticipation in the air is so thick that it makes your pulse race. Youâre hungry for Caitlin in a way thatâs different tonightâŠfueled by a desire deep inside you that has been building all day.
With your eyes locked you lean in and place a slow, gentle kiss to her collarboneâŠyour lips lingering before moving up her neck. Caitlin lets out a soft moan the sound making your thigh clench. The fatigue in her body is still there but itâs beginning to fade, replaced by the slow heat of your touch. You can feel her breath quicken and you know that Caitlin is tired, but sheâs also starting to crave more. The desire in the air grows heavier and more urgent.
You slip your hand beneath Caitlinâs shorts, gently pressing your thigh between her legs causing her to gasp softly. Despite her exhaustion her body instinctively responds to your touch, the tension in her muscles giving way to the feeling of you pressed to her core. The heat in your body rises as Caitlinâs soft whimpers fill the air, and you know that sheâs feeling it too. Her own weariness melting away under your touch.
âLet go, Caitâ you whisper your voice low, coaxing. You want to hear her voice, the sounds of her pleasure. Caitlinâs eyes flutter as she feels your thigh pressing up against her slowly, deliberately.
âDonât hold back babyâ you encourage softly, brushing your lips against her ear. âI want to hear you. Please.â Your voice husks out with desire, your hands steady but insistent.
Caitlinâs lips part with a soft moan, and you can see the way her body respondsâŠher hips instinctively rocking forward against the pressure. The combination of her exhaustion and her bodyâs growing need for release makes her whimper louder her breathing shaky. You can feel her body rocking gently against you, the friction sending a rush of heat through your own body. The sound of Caitlinâs whimpersâŠher quiet cries of desire, drives you with longing. Every time she whines, itâs like music to your ears, a confirmation that sheâs getting closer to breaking her control.
âJust like thatâ you murmur your voice thick with affection and lust. âYou sound so beautiful for me⊠be a good girl and let go.â
Caitlinâs breathing becomes faster more erratic, and you can feel her body straining beneath youâŠwanting to give in but still holding back. Caught between exhaustion and the intense pleasure building inside her. Every time her breath hitches or her body shudders it only makes you want her more. You want to feel Caitlin unravel, to hear the sound of her pleasure without holding back.
Caitâs body gives way to the pressure, her hips bucking against your thigh as a deep breathless moan slips from her lips. âY/N, pleaseâŠâ she whispers, the words slipping past her lips like a plea.
The sound of her voice fills the room, and you press your thigh deeper, urging her to let go completely. Caitlinâs body trembles as the sensation washes over her and her soft continuous whimpers spill out, more audible now and louder than before. She lets herself release her body shuddering beneath you, her voice rising in soft cries of pleasure.
Your heart pounds in your chest as you watch your girl, feeling every inch of your connection. Caitlinâs eyes are half-lidded, filled with bliss and exhaustion and her body goes limp as she clings to you, her breaths coming in short and shallow. You lean in brushing your lips against hers, the soft taste of her satisfaction lingering between you.
âYou did so wellâ you murmur, your voice tender as you hold Cait close, rubbing small circles against her back. Caitlinâs eyes slowly open and she smiles softly, her body still buzzing from the release. âThank you baby dollâ she whispers her voice hoarse but full of gratitude.
You brush a strand of hair from her forehead, pressing a kiss there. âYou donât have to thank me,â you say with a soft smile. âI wanted to make you feel good.â You run your hands through Caitlinâs hair, watching the way her half lidded eyes lock onto yours, filled with affection and trust.
âI love you,â Caitlin murmurs, her voice thick with contentment.
âI love you too,â you reply, your heart full as you embrace in the quiet evening.
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Hi! How are you? Iâm new to your blog and Iâm loving every second of it! You really captured the male mcs really well and Iâm so happy to find you in the community!
I saw your request is open! May I ask if I can request a drabble?
Can you do a drabble of Carcel Escalante from The Broken Ring: This Marriage Will Fail Anyway? Wherein Reader has been shutting out Carcel from her room and it made him anxious, so he sneaks into her room and was surprised to see a portrait of him in a big canvas drawn by Reader? A surprise for his birthday supposedly?
You can decide how will you end it! Again, Thank you so much and have a wonderful time! <3
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sum. you had been shutting yourself in a room, and it made carcel paranoid
note : thank you for the request and your sweet words, anonie! im doing fine, thanks for asking!! i try my best to make sure the canon characters i wrote are not out of character. however, im going to be honest, i have never read this manhwa before, but i was willing to pick it up for this request and oh my god i was not disappointed. other than that i went over the word limit AGAIN
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you had been acting odd lately.Â
odd enough for it to worry carcel.Â
it had been escalating to two days. Every chance he tried to find you when you were supposedly said to be 'busy', it was simply you locking yourself in a different room within the house.
when asked regarding what you were doing inside of said room, you only responded that it was not his business to know. as much as he wished to argue about it, he did not.Â
but your husband, he deathly wished to know what it was.Â
it did not help that carcel was an easily jealousâ no, a paranoid person.
... but you could not be committing liaison within that room, no?Â
of course not. you were never the type to do that anyway.Â
it was just a thought. certainly.
then, were you sick and you did not wish to worry him?
this entire ordeal left him restless.Â
when carcel dared to ask the servants of the house, they all simply went quiet and refused to answer. hell, even the butler remained quiet about it.Â
it did not help that during the night, when you both were to end up sleeping together, you acted as if you had not just locked yourself in a room for the entire afternoon.Â
he wished to respect you sincerely, but you were not exactly helping his paranoia either. none of the people in the house was going to ease his anxiety either, for god knows why.Â
by the third day, his patience was wearing thin, and so was his beauty sleep.Â
every time he closed his eyes, thoughts of what you could possibly be hiding gnawed at him, unraveling all sense of reason.Â
the servants' silence only fanned the flames of his paranoia.Â
as midnight drew closer and the house had fallen quiet, carcel made his decision.Â
sneak into the room you had locked yourself into for three days.Â
was it disrespectful of him? certainly, but it was definitely a lot more disrespectful that you never told anything nor said anything to your poor ol' worried and concerned husband that was sulking outside of the door every afternoon like a kicked puppy.Â
carcel managed to slipped out of your shared bedroom and quietly headed through the halls of the house until he reached that room.Â
he stared at the door for a few seconds, debating whether he should genuinely enter without your permission. it felt as if he was committing a crime.Â
carcel's hand hovered over the handle. With a breath held in his chest, he slowly turned the knob of the door. The door easily gave way without resistance, making him debate whether to enter or not.
after a few seconds, he stepped inside. it was dark, save for the faint glow of the moon coming from the window without a curtain.Â
carcel immediately noticed a large object near the window. he stepped closer, his eyes adjusting to the low light.Â
and he saw it.Â
he guessed it was a large canvas on an easel covered by a cloth to hide the painting underneath it. without thinking twice due to his sheer curiosity, he pulled the cloth away to reveal the painting behind it.Â
it was unfinished, yet there was a line art that revealedâ
his own face.Â
captured in delicate yet stunning detail.Â
carcel's heart stilled, his eyes glued to the rough sketch lines and the unfinished fine brush strokes of the paint.Â
it was him.Â
the sight took his breath away.Â
from the calm expression to the unfinished paint, every brushstroke speaking of hours of careful observation from you.
carcel could see where you had tried to perfect every feature, wanting to commit every detail of him. a devotion he never realised you had for him.Â
you had been painting a portrait of him?Â
this entire time?Â
that's. so. cute!!Â
the realisation melted into a giddish glee within his heart, a blush crept to his cheeks immediately as he giggled to himself.Â
his wife is so cute as always.Â
while his giddish glee, he noticed a writing that he initially missed by the corner of the canvas. his eyes widened when he read it.Â
'happy birthday'.Â
just how oblivious could he be? his birthday was a week away, and this was his... gift. his birthday gift.Â
damn it, you were too cute for him.Â
carcel could feel his heart beating. he was completely flushed, laughing like a lovesick teenager to himself as he admired the artwork.
all the restless hours, the jealous little thoughts, thinking you were sick and all the paranoiaâ it seemed ridiculous to him now.
you were holed up in this room for days, creating something immaculately sincere and gentle.Â
it definitely caught him off guard.
his wonderful, talented, genius of a wife.
he felt like a fool for forgetting that you picked up on painting a few months ago.
with one last lingering look at the painting, he left the room quietly. his heart felt lighter than it had felt in days.Â
he managed to slip back into bed, and a gleeful smile spread across his face. he glanced at your sleeping form, blushing red.
placing a gentle kiss on your sleeping self's forehead, he tucked himself to bed, not without tucking you closely to his chest.Â
the next morning, you managed to find out that carcel had entered the room. the cloth of the canvas you had once draped over it was on the floor.Â
you deduced it was carcel. all of the servants knew that you were making a surprise gift. this had been meant as a surprise.
a heartfelt, intimate gift for his birthday. and now, thanks to his impatience (you did not know you locking yourself in the room was making him paranoid), the secret was spoiled.
frustrated and albeit disappointed, you tracked down carcel. you found him in his bedroom, having a briefing with the butler. âcarcel escalante!â you yelled as you barged into his office.Â
sensing your anger, which was uncharacteristic of you, carcel sat frozen on his seatâ terrified to see why you were angry at him. meanwhile, the butler left the office due to your furious state.Â
carcel gave a nervous smile. âwhat's wrong, dear?â he asked shakily with an unsure expression, sweating. it reminded you of a child that was caught rummaging in the cookie jar.
you placed your hands on your hips. âyou went into my art room, didn't you?â narrowing your gaze, you frowned.
you could see the colour drained slightly from his face when his realisation dawned on him.Â
oh, right.Â
he forgot to drape the cloth over the painting.Â
he spent begging on his knees for forgiveness, which you stubbornly did not appeal to.
carcel followed you around like a guilty shadow, imploring for you to show him mercy.
he tried to argue that it was due to you acting so strange, hence forcing him to investigate what happened, but you still refused to forgive him.
when you announced you would not give him the painting as a gift since he ruined the surprise.Â
carcel felt his world shattered. he could feel himself wanting to burst into tears. he whined and sulked at your decision.
by the end of the day, he was practically at your feet, giving the best puppy eyes you had ever seen from him.
carcel begged and begged for you to finish the painting and give it to him by his birthday, despite it no longer being a surprise.Â
carcel even teared up at the prospect of no longer receiving the very thing you put countless effort and devotion into.
though it was fun, on your end, to witness carcel murmuring every variation of apologies, you did relent and promise you would finish the painting and gift it to him.
that alone made him sprang up with joy again, kissing you all over with glee.
although, he could not promise he would not do it again due to his paranoia, he made sure to forgive you in a different way that night.
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alexis ness
tw: yandere themes , kidnapping
alexis ness, before if you heard that name all you would feel is endearment and love, your childhood best friend ness. he was always so sweet, and he still is, kinda? you guess? youâre not really sure. what are you supposed to make of him now? this isnât the ness you once knew and loved? i mean, was he always like this? the type to tie you up and keep you locked away in his bedroom like a sick version of a disney princess? did you miss the signs? seriously, what the fuck is going on right now?
you and ness grew up alongside each other, childhood best friends. your parents had both joked that you guys would get married, but being kids you never understood that. or you didnât, only you, because from what he did now youâre sure he always knew the implications of that. you feel betrayed really, how could he do this? you and him spent hours together as children, since his parents were so busy. you remember playing in the streets of hamburg pretending you have magic powers, just being children. you miss those days so much, because whatever is going on now is just messed up, wrong. what changed?
well, now that you think back on it, in highschool guys did avoid you a lot, until ness left. it was weird, but you didnât think too much of it. was that seriously his doing? did he get guys to stay away from you in some sick act of possession? youâre sick to your stomach. there were so many signs that you missed that he was⊠like this. is there even a word for this other than deranged or psychotic? you could almost throw up, almost, and the silence in the room whilst ness is out practicing is ironically killing your ears. you almost miss him, almost, because heâs been gone for so long youâre losing your mind. your just tied up sitting on his bed.
as you fidget around with the rope constricting your hands, you find a loose part. yes!!!!! yesyesyesyesyes!!! you scream internally, you begin shaking your wrists a little, trying to free your hands and then the rest of your body. you can feel the binds starting to loosen and theyâre almost off. just a little more. almost there almost ther-
heâs back, he pushes open the door to his bedroom. âiâm home engel!!!â he says so characteristically cheerful of him. youâre so⊠so⊠you were so closeâŠ? how is he so fucking cheerful right now. youâre biting your tears back, blinking rapidly as to not cry, as he just walks over to you and mindlessly starts babbling about his day whilst stroking your hair. what the fuck? this is so unfair. this is so fucking unfair. you were so fucking close.
ââŠand then kaiser scored, it was soo cool!!! how was your day? did you miss me?â he looks at you dead in the eyes, you used to find his smile cute. now itâs just⊠unsettling. alexis ness is truly sunshine in a bottle. if the sunshine was crazy. and had eyes that bore right into your very being. and a smile thatâs a little too big for your liking. and barely blinked. and- âwell? did you?â heâs still looking at you with that humongous smile. jeez itâs uncanny. you gulp nervously and nod your head, not trusting your voice to not shake if you verbalise the (kind of) lie. he laughs at that and comforts you âwell iâm here now!!â youâre still tied up, well kind of, the rope is all loose, you might still have a chance of getting away from this sicko.
âdo you want me to untie you?â he muses. no? donât, donât, heâs going to see that you almost escaped. but if you say no, that would be weird? just try anyway. âuhm- n-no thanks alexis- i donât mind being all- like- tied- itâs nice i guess?â you give him your fakest smile and bat your eyes, partially to be cute and partially to not cry. he simply just laughs at you, âoh baby youâre too cute! of course iâll untie you, iâm home now, and you wonât be able to get away. and you didnât even try to get away. ah, i guess that means you looove me doesnât it, liebling?â fuck. no. now you even feel a little guilty, he seems so fucking happy. fuck you alexis ness.
as he goes to begin untying you he realises that his ropes are so loose now around your wrists. he freezes, hovering over your shoulder hands on your wrists. itâs scary, heâs not even moving, what the fuck? your heart is going erratic in your chest, it might rip out of the confines of your ribcage and onto alexisâ bed. âyou tried to leave me, didnât you?â he still hasnât moved. âoh- well- no? w-why would i- i do that?â you try to sound as convincing as you can, but you know itâs fruitless. and youâre fucking scared. as kids, you always pulled stuff like this, when you were first getting into magic. you guys watched an escape artist in the streets and thought it was so cool, how did he get out of those binds? maybe ness will just see it as that and everything will be okay! yes; thatâs exactly whatâs going to happen, you shouldnât stress yourself!
his head sinks into your shoulder and you feel him scowl. âhow could you try to leave? donât you like me? donât you remember all the time we spent together as kids? how come you donât love me anymore? when we were younger you said you loved me, did you stop loving me? what did i do wrongâ he hits you with too many questions at once, and you donât know what to do. you did say you loved him as kids, and you still do a little, but you miss the ness you thought you knew, this isnât the alexis you knew and loved. you almost had a crush on him in highschool, almost. but he moved away to focus on soccer more. maybe if he never left, you would be in a normal relationship right now, not this scenario ripped straight out of a 12 year olds wattpad story. youâre not exactly scared of him hurting you, you know he wouldnât ever do that. but since when did he get so⊠needy? was he always this insecure? you donât ponder on it, because you already missed so many signs of him being completely and utterly crazy, youâre just not sure what to do, or say.
âah- uhm- ness- itâs okay, sorry, i just really needed to go to the bathroomâŠ? so i was- trying to like get untied i guess. sorryâ you murmur out. fingers crossed heâll believe it. heâs still quiet, head resting on your shoulder looking out into the rest of his bedroom. your heart is racing, your blood has probably circulated ten times that of the distance of a normal marathon around your body by now. man, you havenât wished this since you got here, but can he just talk to you? say something maybe? he would never hurt you, heâs too sweet, but even youâre starting to doubt it now. the lack of communication is terrifying in this moment.
he just looks up after a while and smiles at you. âoh okay, i knew youâd never do that to me anyway! next time iâll get you an ankle chain, so you can still go to the bathroom, would you prefer that?â heâs still smiling up at you from your shoulder. what is with this guy? how did his mood change so fast? you were sure he was about to rip your throat out just moments before. gosh, how can he say that with such a smile on his face. you just nod in return to his question, and he sits up and kisses you all over your face. âi love you, prinzessin! iâll get you your chain tomorrow first thing in the morning, hope you wonât mind being tied up a little longer!â all you can do is smile awkwardly at him. yep, you donât mind at all. definitely not. and as your kidnapper peppers your face with kisses and lets his hands roam all over your body, you canât help but to wonder, is this really what the rest of your life is going to be looking like? maybe you can just pretend youâre kids again, playing some game, where heâs the wizard and your the locked up princess. just distract yourself from this, itâs sick, heâs sick.
and itâs even sicker when you struggle to know how to feel, since heâs kissing you so sweetly, so innocently. are you scared that youâre going to come to enjoy this arrangement? you should be. because you will eventually.
#blue lock#blue lock x reader#dark content#bllk x reader#blue lock x y/n#fanfiction#kidnapping#yandere#yandere blue lock x reader#yandere blue lock#alexis ness x reader#alex ness x reader#ness x reader#yandere bllk#yandere x reader
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my entire family goes to bed at 9:30 because i live with fucking old people (im joking. somewhat.) and from then on i have to move around the house quietly. this wouldn't be a problem except that my door is incredibly and uniquely fucked up and nigh impossible to open even remotely quietly
#and it can't be left open because the cat will beeline into my room and make my life hell#every door in my house is absolutely fucking horrible in its own way but my room is really bad#the doorknob is like. dislocated. or just made for a much thicker door because the middle part of it is like 3 cm too long#and i either have to align it carefully or pull on it (makes a very loud sound) and then using a very specific amount of pressure turning#while continuing to pull on it so it won't pop#oh and i can technically open it turning both directions but going right makes it pop so fucking loud it's actually ridiculous#the very unpleasant sound of painted metal on painted metal#kiwifae says shit#my partner of two years is just getting the hang of my bedroom door#my friend came over and literally got stuck in the bathroom cuz she couldn't make the door open again#she literally tried for a few seconds and then just yelled for me đ#that door also pops open randomly sometimes. i do not know why. it didn't use to.#back when the front door was still semi functional i had to fish the literal latch out of the cavity in the lock with a screwdriver cuz my#mom kept slamming the door and misaligning it even though we told her that's what fucks it up#we can only deadbolt that door now. it literally won't close otherwise. (that's how we lost the cat for five days!)#(back when it still semi worked i was the only one who knew how to close it at just the right strength so it would stick but not fall out)#((why isn't there an eye twitch emoji))#but our other outside door exclusively has a deadbolt. that's the only mechanism.#i'm the fucking door wizard in my house and i cannot WAIT to move somewhere where i have functional semi modern door handles#gawd bless i want to kill my fucking landlady
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thinking about the fact that my previous apartment had a door leading directly to the outdoors *in my bedroom*
#eliot posts#it was simultaneously reassuring and Fucking Terrifying#my current apartment layout is a little weird in that the master bedroom is directly connected to the foyer#idk whether to call it a foyer or mudroom or entryway#but the way the room is laid out means there's no good furniture arrangement where i can see the door from my bed#so the door is physically extremely close but i can't watch it#and i do have a bedroom door that i can close and lock but i don't like to do that#partially because i'm used to having cats lol#there is a second bedroom here that is the furthest room from the door and faces the backyard instead of the street#but it is small and shitty and gets very little natural light#so i just use it as an office/storage room (bc i have no roommates so there's a spare room)
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I turn off the yellow lights so the bathroom is only red. The sound of the cheap projector spinning, humming quietly, endlessly. I close the door and I lock it and then close the door and I lock it and then I stand under the water. The drugs round the corners of the shower slightly and I'm able to stick my hand through the tile if I want but only if I want. I will always look for a crack in the wall through which to feel it. To touch it. To put it in my mouth and my mouth on it. It's easier when it is dark and when it is cold or when it is suffocatingly hot but always when I'm alone. It does not come to me where other people can see it, unless I take the drugs, at which point no one can see me though I can see all of them. I want to stare at the sun for a while, but not nakedly. Instead I hang up quilt over quilt and watch it try to get through. I want to take more drugs because I want to get high because I want to see it and wrap myself up in it. Maybe I should do drugs before I do interviews. I make all my music high out of my mind, it seems silly to talk about it later while sober. Do I even know what I'm talking about when I'm sober? I'm recounting a memory of an experience I had with God, now with God having left the room. I don't have to explain to you what I'm talking about it, you already know. I don't care who you are, you know. You've been alone at least once in your life so you know. I blacked out every window of my bedroom in the attic in Pennsylvania and I rocked back and forth on my bed with the drugs and I cried asking for it to come to me. I want it all the time. I am so angry that it will let me near but it won't let me stay. It's so cruel. It laughs at me when I realize we are not the same. I'm going to take more drugs and get in the shower and put my hand through the tile. I know you can hear me. It's happening to everybody.
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this is love ft. kento nanami
a/n: a few sappy slices of life with my main man :3 enjoy as i dig up motivation to finish kinktober. 18+ mdni!
"honey?" kento's voice is muffled through the door as he calls out to you, "everything okay?" the door rattles as he tries to open it, knob jingling.
"uhm, yeah! everything's fine!" you nervously shout, much too loud, and rush to unplug the iron that had melted your husband's favorite shirt. you panic and yelp when the hot iron scorches the side on your hand, throwing the stupid device to the ground in a clatter.
"why is the door lockedâare you okay?" he asks, voice becoming more concerned as he hears the movement inside.
"i'mâi'm fine! promise! just give me a minute!" you're rushing into your shared master bathroom to run cold water over your hand, and kentoâs using a screwdriver pulled from thin air to break into your bedroom. tears well in your eyes when you catch the sight of kento seeing his favorite shirt burnt and melted to his own ironing board. "iâm so sorryâŠ"
in reality, he doesnât care about the shirtâheâs already at your side to inspect your burnt hand. after a few seconds, he speaks.
"did you try to iron my shirt for me?" nanami asks, a small smile on his face, "you didnât have to do that." he turns off the faucet and takes a small towel to dry your hand off.
"i tried to, iâm sorryâi didnât know it would do that." you apologize, looking down at the cold tile flooring in defeat.
"oh, honey." he coos, "itâs only a shirt."
"have you seen your father?" you ask your son, yĆ«, whoâs sat at the dining table, eating breakfast. he shakes his head no, and when you look at your daughter, mayu, she does the same.
"jeez," you grumble to yourself, bedroom slippers pattering down the hallway as you go to search for your husband. saturday mornings were his time to sleep in, but realistically, he never slept past 9am. and currently, it was nearing 10am.
you check everywhere. he isnât found in the bedroom, living room, his office, the garage, the patio or in the little garden he kept. upstairs, downstairs, everywhere, he isnât there. and when you check in your bedroom for the last time, you hear a soft buzzing coming from the bathroom. upon entering, you see your husband bent over the counter, leaning close in the mirror as he shaves his stubble with an electric razor.
"there you areâwhen did you get that?"
kento had always been a clean shaven kind of man, going to a barber shop once every two weeks for his straight razor shave. it hadnât even crossed your mind he didnât go after work yesterday.
but when he looks at youâyou burst out laughing. heâd shaven most of his beard off, but a few fuzzy patches remained on his cheeks, along with a mustache grazing his upper lip. peach fuzz and a few knicks litter his chin. this was the first time youâd seen him unable to do anything perfectly. and he looks ridiculous.
"is it really that bad?" he groans, pouting when you wrap your arms around yourself in a giggling fit. you shake your head, although your unforgiving laughs are a testament to the opposite.
"noâno, let me help," you say after calming down.
after gathering a new razor and some shaving cream, you sit atop the counter and your husband stands between your legs. kento is surprised how flawlessly you shave his face, without creating any more marks or cuts. you giggle and kiss him, getting some shaving cream on your face.
"ken?" you shout from the kitchen, where youâre sat, working on your dissertation. itâs been a long road of blood, sweat, and many, many tears; but youâre finally getting towards the end. about to earn a doctorate.
"yes, darling?" kento replies, walking into the kitchen on queue, his timing impeccable.
"can you read over this paragraph, please?" you kindly ask of him, pointing to your most recent written paragraph. he leans over you, planting one firm palm on the table, the other on your back; his eyes read along the sentences and his fingers tap along your spine.
"ah," his finger becomes more focused on a certain word, "wrong 'there', honey."
"no it's not..." you instantly retort, squinting your tired eyes to read over your writing. and you're right, it was the correct one the first time. this was his version of teasing you. but kento couldn't keep up the face much longer before he's giving in with a shit-eating grin you didn't see that often. "you're funny." you groan as kento stands back up.
after reading over the paragraph for about the nineteenth time, you notice kento silently slipping you some tea before turning back around to keep himself busy with cleaning. you absentmindedly take a few sips, then some more...and you find yourself becoming more and more sleepy...
and you're out like a light, forehead pressed directly against the table as a puddle of drool forms on the papers below. kento already has a warm blanket straight from the dryer to drape over you, and you stir just enough to get comfy on your arms.
kento knows that his back will hurt in the morning, but he sits around the corner of the table next to you, settling his head into his arms to drift off to sleep alongside you.
music of your taste plays rather quietly in the kitchen. you stir the pot of soup and inhale the flavorful aroma that wafts through the air.
kento sets two bowls next to the stove, then rummages through your silverware drawer to find two spoons. the kids are at their grandparents for the weekend, it's only you and your husband, converted into the duo you were long ago.
you step away from the stove to go fill up two glasses of wine, the brand kento had as his favorite had slowly turned into your favorite over time, too.
kento fills up the two bowls to the brim of the delicious food, grinning on the inside at the simplicity of it all. just you and him. he lids the pot with the matching glass top and makes his way over to the table.
you set out place mats for the both of you, then place the wine glasses in their prospective areas. kento places the bowls on top of the mats as you grab the spoons from the counter.
in the kitchen, your bodies subconsciously dance around each other. carefully, in perfect tune and pace. delicate steps of a routine formed over so much time together.
in the universe, your souls are tied, striding alongside one another in each lifetime repeated.
and this, is love.
#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#jujustsu kaisen x reader#kento nanami#kento nanami x reader#nanami x reader#kento nanami fluff#nanami fluff#jjk fluff
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TW - intox, somno, cnc, forced breeding
We're talking on a video call like we usually do in the evenings. I'm smoking a bowl to help wind down for the night. When I finish, you suggest I might want to do another. I've been really stressed out lately, it'd be helpful to have a little more, you tell me. I have been stressed lately, why not? I fill another bowl half way, but you convince me to make it another full one. After I'm done the second bowl, you can see how faded I am. I tell you that the weed is hitting me really hard and I think I'm gonna go lie down. You wish me well and say goodnight. I stumble through the house in a stoned haze, eventually making it into bed. I drowsily strip myself of my clothes before rolling over and falling asleep. I'm too deep in slumber to hear the door unlock. I gave you a spare key for emergencies, after all. You creep into my bedroom and see my naked body sprawled across the bed. You quietly take off your clothes and climb on top of me. Kissing your way down my back while running your hands all over my limp body. Feeling up my ass and tits and then finally, my pussy. I let out soft moans in my sleep. As you rub my clit and fondle my ass, I start to become wet. You then line yourself up with my slick entrance and ram your entire cock inside me. I wake with a scream, a concoction of panic and pleasure. As you begin violently thrusting, I try to get my bearings. My head is so dizzy and my body is so heavy. I let out a feeble scream as I try to resist, but it's no use. My body is far to weak and I can't put up a fight. I am pinned in place by the weight of your body on top of me. I have no idea who is inside me, but I can't seem to focus on anything but how good it feels. You lean down on top of me and begin grabbing at my breast. You pinch my nipple and I can't help but let out a moan. You chuckle softly between grunts, you know a filthy whore like me likes being used. Your thrusts are so hard and deep that it doesn't take long for me to cum on your cock. You continue to fuck me for what feels like hours. I am so out of it that I have no concept of time. I eventually let myself drown in the pleasure. It doesn't matter who is fucking me, the only thing that matters is how good it feels. After you've lost track of how many times you've made me to cum, you feel yourself get close. Your thrusts become faster and faster. You pull my hips hard against you, forcing your cock as deep into my pussy as possible. With a loud grunt, you let your load out inside me. You pull out and let my hips go, causing me to slump onto the bed. You watch as your seed seeps out of my throughly used pussy. You then put your clothes back on and leave, locking the door behind you. I lay in the wet patch knowing I should feel mortified, but instead I feel euphoric. Having my rapists seed pouring from my violated pussy turns me on all the more. It's not long before the exhaustion and intoxication lull me back into a deep sleep. I sleep well knowing my only purpose is to be a good cocksleeve. It doesn't matter if I'm conscious or not.
#submisive and breedable#rap3 fantasy#rapekink#cnc rough#r4p3 fantasy#r4p3 kink#r4p3play#cnc drugging#cnc somno#intox cnc#rough cnc#cnc k!nk#breeding pet#breeding k1nk#f0rced breeding#somno breeding#breeding toy#weed intox#intoxication kink#cvm in me#c0cksleeve#c0ckslut#somno fantasy#somno k!nk#high sex is so. fuck#r@pe fantasy#fill me up#fear kink#r@pe kink#r@pe play
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We hadn't always gotten along. When our parents got married, we could barely stand each other. How could we get along with some brat we barely knew? Luckily, I had an idea. I bought a clicker - you know, the one they use to train dogs? - and got to work.
I started with "thank you". Every time you said it, maybe at dinner, in the car, at a restaurant, I pressed the clicker. You couldn't tell where the sound was coming from, and nobody else seemed to know what you were talking about. But soon, I started helping you with chores around the house and when we finished, *click*. And without really thinking about it, you'd say "thank you."
A few months passed, and you'd started to notice things about me. I took care of myself. I was clean, and I exercised regularly. You'd hang around when you knew I'd be back from the gym just to catch a whiff of the sweat and metal on me when I returned - our eyes caught once when you got a little too close, and for the first time you saw something primal, a little dark, in my gaze. But it passed in an instant.
We started getting along better, now. So one day, when you were lying on the couch with a snack bowl, I snatched it up and motioned to throw it into your mouth. Well, innocent enough, right? And it wasn't like I was eating much, so it's fine, right? Every time you open your mouth to catch, *click*, *click*, *click*.
Then, I invited you to come work out with me. Every time you did a squat, *click*. I told you it was a metronome to keep your intensity up, but you noticed the bulge in my sweatpants was bigger than usual. Wait, when did you start noticing my bulge, especially enough to know that...?
Finally, it was time. I'd been listening outside your bedroom door for weeks now, and I knew when you'd be asleep. I quietly opened your door and stepped into your room, locking it behind me. You stirred at the sound of the lock clicking, but I wasn't afraid.
I gingerly pulled down the covers and just... stared for a while. I'd never taken the time to really look at how beautiful you are, how gorgeous those curves were. I could hardly stand it. As you lay on your side, I took out the clicker, and *click* it once. Laying on your side, like you were on the couch with the snacks, you obediently open your mouth.
I pull down my pants, my long, thick cock swinging between my thighs. I brush the back of my hand over your cheek, then set it firmly against the back of your head, and push into your mouth.
You wake up almost immediately, but my hand stops you from pulling back as I force inch after throbbing inch down your throat. The more you struggle, the tighter you feel, the harder I push, until you felt your nose press into my hips. You push as hard as you can against me, but I'm so much bigger and stronger than you it doesn't do anything. I don't even budge.
I start to grind into your skull, making you swallow the thick, heavy head of my cock again and again, as I groan in pleasure. I start thrusting harder and harder, making your eyes water as I slam my hips into your face again and again, until finally, mercifully, I release inside you, deep inside your throat. You feel me pulse with your whole mouth, and you struggle to swallow each load of thick, hot, sticky cum while I'm still inside you.
With a shuddering breath, I pull out, letting you breathe properly for the first time in minutes. I watch while you cough and catch your breath, and then I ask, "what do you say?"
You breathe in intending to scream, but then you hear it, just one soft *click*, and all you can say is "thank you".
You stare at me, confused. I wipe my cum off your chin with my thumb, and *click* again. "Thank you", you say.
"I knew it. You're such a good girl, aren't you? Now," I push you onto your back, "spread for me."
*click*
You raise your legs to either side, exactly like you're doing a squat.
"I don't - I don't understand," you whimper, legs still in the air.
"You don't have to," I reply, reaching one hand between your legs to feel how wet you are.
"You're soaking, little girl," as I bring my hand up for you to see... Then make you taste it. I reach back down and slip in two of my thick, strong fingers, and cover your mouth with my other hand as you moan. I press up in just the right spot, rubbing in tight, quick circles so deliciously that you can't help but arch your back and grind into me. You feel the pleasure build and all thought leaves your mind; the only thing that matters is my fingers inside you, the scent of my hand over your mouth, and the lingering taste of me.
But before you can finish I pull my fingers out, pressing up and out, leaving you twitching and gasping. "Not yet," I mutter, and I move myself down between your legs. I line up my cock, slapping it down on your tummy first. It reaches your navel, and you feel a wave of fear that only makes you wetter. I pull back, then start pushing in.
It's thick, thick, thick, and heavy. I stretch you out wider than you thought possible, pressuring you in every direction, spreading your aching cunt and making you feel full inside for the first time in your life. Long, deep strokes, moving your whole body with every thrust, reaching inside you, my breath coming fast and hard.
And you hear it again.
*click*
"Thank you," you choke out between sobs.
*click*
"Thank you," you moan.
*click*
"Thank you," you plead, tears in your eyes.
My strokes come faster now, slamming inside you like an animal as you continue to thank me for raping you. Finally, finally, finally, you feel me tense up and slam deep, deep, deep inside you, pressing your whole body into the bed, as I cum again. Huge, hot, sticky white loads of my cum shoot inside you, filling you, as my breath comes in gasps, and as I do you feel it too, now, the wave of pleasure cresting, and you cum, your legs squeezing together, your face screwed tight, moaning with the release of months of tension. And as you cum, you hear a new sound, a familiar sound, but it's deeper than the others...
*click*
And you cum harder, knowing I'm training you like a bitch in heat.
I climb up next to you, and just gaze into your eyes for a moment. Then I smile. "Let's go again."
*click*
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Young Gf and Older bf
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Simon Ghost Riley Headcanons
SFW & NSFW
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SFW
Older bf! Simon who didnât know how he felt about having a younger girlfriend
Older bf! Simon who was getting called âold manâ by his girlfriend
Older bf! Simon who learned the hard way that some girls have expensive taste
Older bf! Simon who doesnât talk much about his girlfriend to his mates, he feels like theyâll get on his ass about dating a young girl
Older bf! Simon who did most of the chores around the house
Older bf! Simon who stopped caring what he wore in front of people because his girlfriend is his little hype-man
âDoes this work?â Simon asks coming into his shared bedroom with his girlfriend, she rolls on her side to look at him.
âThey donât match your shoes, Si.â
âWhat?â He looks down. âI thought they did.â
âHere, go try this on and come back at out.â
Older bf! Simon who told his girlfriend about his time in the military
Older bf! Simon who forget how young his girlfriend is, so when he makes jokes or says a movie reference she doesnât know what he is talking about
Older bf! Simon who was honestly scared to meet his girlfriendâs family. She told them about Simon being older but not how old he was
âAnd how old are you, Simon?â Her dad asked leaning forward.
âIâmâŠ40â
â40!!â
âY/N?!â
âWhat?! He treats me good, he respects me, guys my age want that trad wife, Simon doesnât, I can do or say what I want around him and feel good about myself.â
Older bf! Simon who knows everything about you. How you like your coffee, what time youâre suppose to be up for work, and he even knows when youâre about to start your period, you know when he shows up at home with bags full of pads and tampons and her favorite foods and drinks
Older bf! Simon who starts watching shows with you but complains about them but deep down he actually likes to watch them with his girlfriend
NSFW
Older bf! Simon who woke up to you in t-shirts and no shorts or pants, he likes seeing you in a t shirt and panties
Older bf! Simon who has woken up to morning wood before and needed help to get rid of it
âLove,â he kisses the shell of her ear. âLoveâŠwake up,â he coos.
âHmm~ Simon, not now please.â
âI know, love, you donât have to do anything,â Simon lines himself up at her entrance and pushes himself into her
Older bf! Simon who like after argument sex
âFuck you!â
âOh yeah? Fuck me?â Simon carries a smirk on his face.
âBack up, Simon,â Y/n says putting her hand up on his chest to keep distance.
âFuck me right? Fuck me?â
âWait, wait,â your legs didnât work for a few weeks
Older bf! Simon who tries different things with you, like BDSM you both hated it because itâll be painful for you and Simon didnât like you hurt
DDLG, he knows the age gap between you two but he hates the word âdaddyâ makes him cringe
Mask kink, you both loved it, giving the illusion you were being fucked by someone else and he liked feelings your hands in his face
Voice kink, you liked it because of his deep voice already, he was on the fence, not saying your voice is annoying or anything he just didnât get it
Knife play, you got scared when he accidentally dropped the knife and it was very close to your hand, it was the same thing with gun play you were afraid something wrong might happen
He tried to be a sub but you could barely take it seriously
Older bf! Simon who has fucked you when you were doing your work, you worked in a private office and all he had to do was shut and lock the door and bend you over your own desk
Older bf! Simon who is handsy when heâs horny
âSimon what do you want?â
âI want nothing,â he says as one of his hands were on your waste and the other snacks up to your breasts giving you a gentle squeeze and you gave him a soft moan.
âJust do it already, Simon,â she moans
Older bf! Simon who has kept a pair of your panties in his pockets and has forgotten about them before, he remembers when he accidentally sticks his hand into his pocket and feels the lace
Older bf! Simon who bought a motorcycle and takes you with him as his backpack, he found a abandoned place were no one comes to and you two had a good fuck on his bike
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âcharacters: gojo, toji, geto, sukuna, nanami, choso
âcw: lactation ofc, fem!reader, nicknames, aphrodisiac (the milk), intoxication, masturbation, semi-public, dry humping.
âa/n: i have officially surprised myself with how insane i can really be. ya gurl so thirsty she created her own universe where men gib milkies đ§đœââïž
introduction to the universe:
Evolution took place a little differently in this universe. A mutation caused hormonal presence that triggers monthly lactation in men for 3 to 5 days, and it usually starts in their early 20s. It is studied that it does not serve any purpose of feeding like female lactation, but might be an indicator to arousal, and even a mating call due to accurate findings of natural aphrodisiacs in the milk produced by the thin gland located in a breast. It also pains a lot and causes swelling of nipples. While scientific advancements have yet to develop a pill that might solve this problem, the most effective natural method to be proven is letting another person suck it.
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It had been quite a long day at work. You knew you were the last to arrive home when you found his boots messed on the floor.
âToru?â You called out his name, failed to receive a response. âToru, baby, ' m home.â The wooden door of the shoe cabinet creaked as you closed it after placing the footwear in their place.
The house smelledâŠsweeter, felt warmer than usual. Making your way to the bedroom, you found clothes scattered on the floor near the entrance. The door was ajar which means your eyes had quick access to what was happening.
âFuck! Ah! Ah! Mhmm.â You watched in surprise as your boyfriend kept fisting his cock, but wait. Something was different. You moved closer and found his hands squeezing his tits, milk oozing and drenching his naked body. But his heat doesn't arrive until next week. You thought. It was not uncommon for heats to arrive irregularly. It only meant that his hormone level had increased due to sexual frustration. Your eyes scanned his position, his movements. A hand reaching down to rub the wetness forming between your legs. You couldn't take it anymore.
âNeed a hand?â You asked, announcing yourself in the room to let the man know he wasn't alone.
âOh fuck! I thought I locked the door,â he panicked, yet he didn't remove his from his cock, just another arm covering his chest.
âAnd deprive me of this treat? I don't think so, baby.â You walked closer until you were hovering over him, kissing softly. Heat always has Satoru acting needy and you knew it.
âTouch me, doll. Please.â You smiled at his eagerness.
âI will do more than just touch.â Slapping his wrist away that were blocking the view of his lovely tits, you pushed him until he was laying flat. Your clothed pussy grinding in his naked cock as you leaned and took one of his nipples in your mouth.
âF-fuck.â he stuttered. âDon't. I am early this month. The flow is too muchânghâyou'll get high.â As if that was going to stop you? You started sucking more aggressively. He was right. The flow really was too much because you found yourself gulping a mouthful of his sweet milk, as your other hand reached down jerked his cock.
âBabyâŠah! Keep doing that. I am close.â He is so silly to think he can relieve himself on his own when it never works. âHoly fhhuuck! Gonna câaahhh!â You watched as he arched his back, white spurts covering your hands and other white liquid wetting your jaw. You sat up, removing your top as you already felt dizzy.
âWe're not done, Toru. Wan'you to fuck me nasty while I suck your milk.â And he was hard again at your words.
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You loved spring. It was your favorite season to go out. Not too cold. Not too hot. Just the perfect amount of wind and sun. Apparently, it is also a perfect season for outdoor dates. You and Toji preferred to stay in most of the time but the cherry blossoms were too precious to be enjoyed from your windows or TV screen.
âToji, you ready?â you asked your husband, packing things in your cute pink purse.
âUhm, princess? Think we might need to cancel the date.â His muffled voice emerged through the bedroom.
âWhat?â You yelled as you stomped to the bedroom. âWhat do you mean we might need to câohâŠ" Your legs stopped, body taken aback as you stared at his shirtless body, tone muscles and triceps flexing as he squeezed his tits, squirting the milk out.
âI am over-lactating.â
âWhat happened to the breast cups?â
âLook at me princess. 'm leaking too much. They ain't gon' hold it. Agh fuck!â He spat angrily as you watched the milk travel down his abs, covering it in sweetness.
âFuck the date. I have a better plan.â You winked at him.
âShit. Calm down, maâugh. Y'er gonna bruise my tits." You were riding his rock, rocking your body back and forth on his crotch while sucking his swollen dark peachy nipples. Your hands struggled to hold his chest because they were bigger than it, causing your nails to dig into the skin.
âMmh lvove yvour mwilk shwo mwuch.â Your dirty muffled comments vibrating on his skin.
âY'er drunk, ma. Ya like to get drunk on daddy's milk, hmm?â He cooed, planting a spank on your ass.
âLwove it.â
âHm mhh,â he chuckled. âNasty fucking girl. Moveâahh! Move faster. Need to cum.â You followed his orders, not looking up once to meet his eyes but busy soaking in the drug and flavor of his milk.
âNghâtwoji, too much. Wan' a break.â You complained, but he was not going to let you stop. This was your plan after all.
âNuh uh! Don't pull that now.â He grabbed your ass and started bouncing them up and down. You felt so insides bursting with pleasure, cheeks burning up, eyes rolling back. âGonna cum, ma. Make sure this pussy drinks all my cum as you stuff your mouth with my milkâgahh! fhuck fhuck! fuuuuck!â He was talking as if you had a choice when one of his hand forced you down on his cock as he painted your hole in his cum, while the other hand pushed your face further against his tits. He watched as milk overflowed from the side of your lips. âSuch a good girl f'me. You wan' more?â
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Sukuna tend to get a bit crazier when he was in heat. He fucked you with more strength, came a lot more than usual. It was hard to keep his mood balanced. You tried to suggest him some diet during those days of the month, but he refused to eat greens. A big man like him fancies flesh. Furthermore, why does he need a diet when he has the most proven effective method?
âK-kunaâŠagh! Too biiig." You cried. Sukuna had you on top of him, his big body splayed on the king-size bedâthat surprisingly was almost the same size as himâyour thighs trembling, kneecaps digging the mattress as you struggled to keep hi dick inside. Your head was telling you to get off it. Yet, your tight little cunt craved more of him.
âHmm,â he chuckled. âYour pussy has a habit of biting more than she can swallow.â His teases were humiliating. Your hands rested on his chest, tongue reminiscing the sweet taste of his milk. Even though you were not completely dominant in this relationshipâit is hard to be one when you are dating a man like sukunaâthere were times when you initiated the things he would usually pester you about. Your lustful eyes gave him a look he hadn't seen before. Soon, he felt your hands tightening around his tits. Now he knew what you were up to.
âWant a taste, my woman?â All you could do was give a light nod because most of your strength was busy rolling your waist on his cock. âGo ahead. Suck my milk out.â
Without a second thought, you found your lips kissing his puffy pink nipples. You could feel the veins throbbing as you were suckling his juice out. Sukuna's milk was sweet with a hint of tanginess. Nevertheless, you loved it.
âShhit! Calm down woman. I am not going anywhere.â His words were just background noise to you because all you could hear is squelching of your pussy and your slurps on his tiddie.
âMmghh! Don't tell me you're planning on getting drunk.â His shoulders adjusted themselves to get a better position. âIf you areâfuck. Then don't expect me to go easy tonight.â You unlatched your mouth from him for what seemed like after fifteen minutes to finally speak.
âWant you to ruin my pussy, kuna. Mmh,â you jerked your hips forward. âWant you to fill my mouth with milk as you do it.â
âGet off.â His tone shifted from somewhat sweet to serious. You followed his orders anyway. You both exchanged positions so now he was on top of you.
âMy dirty human. Better stick to your words, darling. I am not planning on stopping until you're drenched in my cum and my milkâ
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You always knew Suguru's heat cycle. As the days approached closer, he used to become more and more whiny and clingy, arguing with you over petty things. His behavior did a 180° on these days.
Earlier today, you had a discourse over chores. He nagged at how you should keep things in place, or you won't find them when you need it. You understood where he was coming from, but the work had taken quite a toll on you that you barely had energy tonight. He just wouldn't let it go, and you grew more frustrated. You yanked him by his wrist, dragging his giant, muscular body to the shower. And here you were, stroking him off as you nibbled, and suckled on his tits. The continuous pour of warm water stimulating both of you.
âThis is what you wanted, right, sugu?â you looked up, chin nuzzling in his cleavage. âNagging me the whole day. You just wanted your tits sucked.â His brows scrunched together. A large hand approached your face, cupping your cheeks. He had his fingers digging the muscle on your face until they squished together.
âBehave,â his voice stern. âJust 'cause 'm in heat doesn't mean you hold the upper hand, baby.â
âOh, but I do, Suguâ*spank* Ah! What was that for?â
âFor teasing me. I know you love drinking my milk, princess. Get to it 'cause I can't take it nomo.â He pressed your face against one of his boobs, your nose pressured a little above the nipple, forcing the spurts of milk out.
âYou gon' let it fall down the drain?â Your immediate action was to cup his tiddy with both of your handsâhis chest was too big to use oneâmassaging all of the juice out. You opened your mouth and let it aim at your tongue.
âFucking hell! This is whyâmmghh easy, princess. 'Tis all sore.â
âI gotchu, sugu.â You eased out the movement of your hands, gently kneading them.
âFhuuck, yes. Just like that.â Other hand travelled back down, grabbing his throbbing boner, squeezing the base as you squeezed his nipples. Geto planted a kiss on top of your head. âHoly shit. Still can't believe you're mine.â Your lips morphed into a smile, teeth still grasping his nipple. âLook at'cha. My milk's getting your high already.â He picked you up bridal style, your tongue still licking his puffed chest, as he kicked the bathroom door open that lead to your bedroom. âYou got your treat. Time f'me to get mine, princess.â
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Working 9to5, staring all day at a computer screen is what your life had been all about. You switched companies to think you might get something new to do, but to no one's surprise, it was the same. Except, this one man you were crushing on since day one.
Nanami Kento was a gentleman they described in those fairytales. Always so respectful, kind and damn he was a big feminist. Although, with him being the perfect husband material, you were still never going to cross the line because you were co-workers. That didn't mean you weren't allowed to crush.
âAnd then Mr. Sasaki from HR department knocked the beer over,â your TL chattered. Nanami wasn't the one to gossip, but Sakurako-san was your team leader and older than everyone. She wasn't a bad person but oh boy did she love tea. You fake gasped to give her the reaction she wanted, as you side-eyed Kento who looked a bit uncomfortable.
âThen he had the audacity toââ
âExcuse me,â Nanami withdrew halfway from the conversation he wasn't even participating in much, walking away abruptly.
After a few minutes, you decided to look for him to make sure he was alright. Of course, as a co-worker, you should. Nothing related to the heart eyes you give him, right?
You stomped towards the corridor almost making a left until you heard loud coughs reverberating through the walls of the men's washroom. You swore it was him. Furthermore, you shouldn't have gone in. What were you thinking? It was a men's washroom, for fuck's sake. But what if something happened to him? Sure.
Pushing the door in a hurry, you entered, almost tripping. âNanami-sanââ You did not whether you should be embarrassed, shocked or horrified. Maybe all three.
âAre you okay?â
âYou shouldn't be here, l/n-san.â True. But seeing him squeeze his tits, and milking himself down the drain was the sight you were blessed to see. You locked the door behind, the clicking of the latch making Nanami hold his breath, âWhat are you doing?â
âYou're going to let all that milk go to waste, Kento?â His dick twitched. You never called him by his first name, and now you were asking inappropriate questions along with calling him Kento.
âL/N-san, this isn't rightââ
âShhh. Just wanna help you. We're colleagues, aren't we?â He nodded.
Without breaking any eye contact you hopped on the counter, hands reaching for his nipples glistening with milk under the off-white light. You pressed your palm against his chest, feeling the liquid staining it, only starting to cramming the swell more. Kento lost his composure, hands falling flat on the counter, head on your shoulders. Couple of shaky breaths, fading soft moans leaving his lips. Pushing him back for a second to only latch your tongue on the dark pink bud, you were sure you're way past the appropriate relationship of just work buddies.
âL/nâah! Can I?â He darted his eyes down where the tent peeked out his gray formal pants. You smiled. Knowing he needed friction, you adjusted your pencil skirt, and wrapped your legs around him, boner pressed against wet patch on your panties. Nanami felt like he was in heaven. He started humping against your clothed pussy, being rough contradictory to his gentle innocent touches to you before. But it was only reasonable given the fact that he was in heat.
He never knew the feeling of being milked from both ends, but now when he came, he ruined his whole expensive suit. The edges of the mustard yellow shirt becoming translucent with his milk, with a dark spot on his pants between his legs. He let out a shaky breath, apologizing as he slowly came back to his senses.
âWhat are you apologizing for? I started it,â you said as you hopped off the countertop. âLet me know if you ever need more help, Nanami-san.â A wink from is what caused his cheeks to turn red. âI'll bring you spare clothes from your desk.â
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Most lactation in men started in their early twenties. Although, it wasn't unusual for some to start late. There was nothing medically wrong with them. But you've heard things about. How much more it hurts, and how more they leak on their first heat if they do get late.
You've been dating your boyfriend Choso for almost a year now. He hadn't start lactating yet, which is why you researched enough on this topic just in case. Personally, you've never been physical with men when they're in heat. Not because it is not your thing, but your relationships were too short to actually be comfortable in experiencing it. Of course, you would never do anything with Choso at his displeasure just because you wanna try it. You love him too much. But the thought would never leave your mind. What would he act like in his heat? Well, it was your lucky day. Because you came home to a whining lactating man.
âChoâŠbaby, are you okay?â You rushed to him in concern. Choso was on the bed, hair down with tears in his eyes as he pressed his chest together.
âBabyyy, It hurts. I don't know what is happening.â His hold on your wrist a little too tight. âFuck. It hurts so bad. Make it stop. Leaking too much and my cock hurts too.â You could hearâfeel the desperation in his voice. His cock was on full display as his boxers dangled near his ankles. The swollen tip shining with pre-cum seducing your mouth. But your mouth was needed more elsewhere. You remembered your first sex education class, how men in heat can be relieved if you milk and suck their tits. You discarded your clothes, getting bare and settling on his lap. Your hole rubbing against the body of his shaft as you pressed your tits against his, kissing his forehead.
âCho shhh. Baby you're fine. You're just in heat. 's gonna be alright. 'm here, okay?â He sniffled as you pampered him. âGonna take good care of my boyfie.â You left a trail of lipstick stains as you kissed his body, slowly trailing towards the puffy nipples. You looked up at him for consent, only to continue when he whispered a âpleaseâ. With your tongue darting out, you soaked in the view before licking a stripe.
âShit,â Choso cursed. You do it a few more times until you're finally sucking on it like a popsicle. âFuck. Ah!â It was indeed too much because with only fifteen seconds in, your mouth was already full of his milk, leaking from the corner of your lips. It wasn't a normal amount. But given the fact that it was his first, that too at this age, you brushed it off, focusing back to sucking. You gulped the milk, each sip making you dizzy. It made you grind harder against his cock, moaning along with him. His whimpers making you wet, and his dick enjoying your slippery pussy.
âWanna cum. Please. Wanna cum, baby.â He begged and you started fastening your pace. The sheets were wet, along with your neck and tits as he shot spurts of sweet milk in your mouth that dripped down your body. Some of it sneaking its way down between his dick and your cunt. You held on to his shoulder, giving his chest a few slaps, making him rut harder against you that the bed started creaking.
âCumming. Fuck, I am cumming. Ah! Ah! Ah! Nghâholy fuuuuck!â Your own orgasming cunt could feel his dick twitch as it shot a load out. His hardened nipples turning soft. He immediately cupped your cheeks, pulling you up. âI love you so much, fuck. Thank you.â He said before he kissed you, his tongue lapping against yours, tasting himself on you.
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gold ring
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warnings: brief suspicion of cheating, established relationship, soft!rafe, proposal, fluffy
ârafe!â you groan out, tired of hearing his phone constantly dinging for the past ten minutes.Â
when rafe doesn't answer, you slap your laptop closed, frown on your face as you head up the stairs, muttering to yourself about him interrupting your work that he KNOWS is important.
ârafe!â you shout, entering his bedroom. you can finally hear the spray of the shower, explaining why he was letting his phone go off.
you grab it from his bedside table, yanking the charger free as you go to silence it, but upon trying to stop the dinging, you skim over the notifications.
you don't believe it at first. it must be some kind of mistake, you're sure.
you click on the name of rafes ex girlfriend, opening up the text message thread.
rafe: when can we meet?
ex: whenever works for you đ„ș
ex: i miss you a lot btw
ex: this friday at 6pm? we can meet at the country club like we always used to. maybe get dinner? can't wait to see you xxx
you frown at the messages, quickly locking the phone and setting it down when you hear the shower turn off.
rafe steps out with just a towel wrapped around his waist.
âhey princess.â he smiles. âhow's the essay going?â
âfine.â your tone is cold, surprising rafe. âyour phone was ringing so i silenced it.â
you walk out of the room without another word, needing to return to your homework, but when you sit back down at what has become your desk, you can't concentrate on the words on the screen, your anger bubbling over.
you want to confront rafe, but you need time to breathe otherwise the entire conversation will be unintelligible as you simply sob.
you head upstairs, grabbing your backpack and slinging it over your shoulder as rafe emerges from the closet, fully dressed.
âwhere you going babe? got study group?â he questions, glancing at the clock on the wall, realizing there's no way study group would be meeting this late.
âgoing home.â you mumble, making sure everything you usually leave at rafes is stuffed in your bag.
âyou are home?â rafe questions, his expression turning sad when he sees you're not joking.
âno, im not rafe.â you sigh. âi want to sleep in my own bed tonight.â
truth is, you've practically moved into tanneyhill since you started dating rafe, but technically you still live at your parents house, only a few doors down from rafes.
âis everything alright?â rafe asks, trying to reach out for you. âwhat did i do wrong?â
you can't help it anymore, his obvious disrespect for your relationship, something you put years of work into only for him to go back to his ex girlfriend.
âhow about you ask your ex?â you question, tears streaming down your cheeks.
âmy ex? what are you talking about?â rafe asks, again trying to hold you by your shoulders, but you take a step back before his palms can land on you.
rafe: ive asked you a million times to give that ring back. you never should have taken it in the first place. it was my grandmother's and now it belongs to y/n, not you.
âi saw your texts, rafe. when can we meet? are you fucking kidding me!?â you shout the last sentence.
âbaby, wait.â he says softly, grabbing his phone. he opens up the messages, scrolling up so you can see the full context.
ex: i don't know where it isÂ
rafe: bullshit. give it back or ill call the cops
ex: fine.Â
rafe: when can we meet?
âsee, baby?â rafe places a soft hand on your shoulder. âi was just trying to get my shit back. i have no interest in my ex at all. i love you.â
âoh, rafe!â you coo out, throwing your arms around his shoulders. âim so sorry i doubted you.â
âit's okay, id also be pissed if you were texting your ex. i didn't tell you just because i wanted to keep it a surprise.â
âkeep what a surprise?â you furrow your brows together.
âwhat do you?- ohhh.â rafe finally catches on, letting out a chuckle. âi see what you're doing.â
you giggle, rising to your tiptoes to press a kiss to rafes soft lips.Â
ânow let's get back to work on that essay, yeah?â rafe says. âi can help you.â
âand what do you know about microbiology that could possibly help me?â you snicker.
rafe rolls his eyes dramatically. âfine, but i can at least be there for moral support.â
--
you've been expecting it for months now, wondering when rafe will pop the question. you know he got the ring back, and while he's taken you on romantic dates and moonlit walks on the beach, you're not sure when he will actually drop to one knee.
âwhat are you thinking for your nails this week?â your girlfriend asks.
originally, you were doing all white and plain, but recently for summer you've been branching out to bright colors again.
âwhy, is there a certain color i should get?â you raise your eyebrow at her.Â
âwell i was gonna get a sparkly white, maybe we could match.â she shrugs. it's no discredit to your friend, but her acting isn't good enough to fool you, and you're sure that rafe asked her to make sure you get something appropriate and properly bridal.
you of course get simple nails that you hope will compliment a silver ring on your finger.
you look at the calendar hanging on the wall, reading through your events for the upcoming week, trying to figure out when rafe may ask the question.
you ultimately give up on trying to figure it out as you head further into the house, calling out for rafe.Â
âbaby? where are you?â you shout, surprised when you don't get a response. you head up to your bedroom, figuring he must be in the shower, but the bathroom door is wide open when you enter.
you almost miss it, so set on finding rafe, but the dress laying on the edge of the bed ends up catching your attention.
put this on and meet me outside.
you recognize rafes handwriting instantly. you set the paper to the side and look at the dress. its a soft light pink material, nearly white.
you are quick to undress and put on the flowy dress, admiring yourself in the mirror before touching up your hair and makeup next. rafe knows how you like to prepare for big events in your life.
your steps are slow, or at least you attempt to keep them slow, as you want to cherish this moment. your eyes light up with the glow of the backyard, string lights hanging from every tree, and on the edge of the sand, is rafe.
âoh.â you cover your mouth, feeling tears well up in your eyes. this has to be the moment. you run to him, arms wrapping around his shoulders as he spins you.
âbaby, i havenât even asked yet.â rafe chuckles, setting you down.
âand iâm already saying yes.â you giggle, although itâs no secret to rafe what your answer would be.
âstill-â rafe places his hands on your hips, stilling you before he drops down onto one knee, pulling a box out of his pocket. he flips open the lid to reveal the most stunning ring youâve ever seen, itâs exactly what you envisioned and somehow so much more.
âyouâve made me happier than i ever thought possible. you fixed all my broken pieces and made me whole again. thereâs no one else iâd rather spend forever with.â
rafe looks up at you, tears brimming in his eyes, overwhelmed with the emotion of the moment. âwill you marry me?â
âyes!â you squeal, falling to your knees alongside rafe and pressing your lips against his. âyes, yes. a million times yes.â
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but if it's forever, it's even better Sylus/Reader | 4610 words | AO3 âDid you justâŠsay you wereâŠovulating?â A/N: I finally have a new proper desk again. And I decided to christen it by writing Sylus smut. MDNI.
Sylus had always made it explicitly known that his home was yours to do as you pleased. He had never once forbidden you from treading into any of the rooms, never once told you that you were not allowed to touch his belongings or use his staff as needed. In fact, he had actively encouraged you to make yourself at home, to treat his place as yoursâa home away from home.
Yes, he had made this offer explicitly clear.
It still, however, did not prepare him for just how comfortable you had made yourself in his spare room.
Having awoken not too long ago, Sylus had originally planned to check in on his houseguest. A seemingly innocuous decision that somehow led to him standing outside the guest room, his hand gripping tightly the doorknob as he unwittingly listened to the faint buzzing noises inside the room, mixed with the wanton moans you were making.
âThisâŠgirlâŠâ Sylusâ breath quickened, his hold on the doorknob unconsciously tightened, as his mind reeled with images of you shamelessly pleasuring yourself in one of his many beds. He knew he should leave you toâŠfinish, but at the same time, the noises he was hearing was so enticing and sweet, like a sirenâs song keeping him trapped in place.
He could hear the vibration adjusting to a different frequency, changing from quick, short bursts to an aggressive pulsation that made you moaned louder, voice reaching a new pitch. Sylus took a glance around the hallways, wondering to himself if you even realized that the walls here were in no way sound-proofed. However, if this was going to become a regular occurrence for your future visits, then perhaps, he should add that change to his home in the near future, Sylus thought wryly.
âAhâwhat? NoâŠfuck!â
The buzzing stopped abruptly and Sylus heard your immediate frustrated curse from behind the closed door. He smirked, realizing what might have happened.
He should leave.
However, he would rather mess with you insteadâin more ways than one.
He gave three swift knocks, startling you immediately. âBattery died, sweetie?â
He laughed when he heard your mortified shriek.
âYou heard?!â
âItâs my house,â he reminded you as if that was enough. âLet me in.â
âNo!â
âSweetie, I do have the keys to all of the rooms in this house,â he said calmly, smirking again when he heard your panicked shuffling inside the room, âIâll come in one way or anotherââ
âWait, wait, wait, wait!â
Sylus crossed his arms, shaking his head in amusement as he heard more panicked noises behind the door. Even he couldnât imagine what state of mortification you were in. He blinked when he heard you let loose a string of curses as it sounded like items were being thrown haphazardly around. Just as he was about to speak again, the door swung opened and he stared down at you, wrapped carelessly in the bed comforter, face completely scarlet, and your breathing rapid and unevenâpossibly as a result from your little private time, but more than likely it was a result of being caught by, of all people, the leader of Onychinus.
âNow I know I offered my home for you to use freely, butââ
âOh, just get in here!â you quickly yanked Sylus by the arm into the bedroom, promptly shutting the door before anyone else could catch sight of the scene. You immediately locked the door again, turned around, and slid down the door in a state of absolute humiliation. You could barely bring yourself to look at Sylus in the eyes.
âIâŠI can explainâŠâ
âGo ahead,â Sylus said, sitting down on the edge of the bed, legs crossed as he stared at your pitiful state. âIâd love to know why Miss Hunter decided to play with herself in my homeâand not invite me to join in the fun.â
You glared at him.
âSweetie, itâs very impolite to glare at the host who so graciously offered you his home while yours is being fumigated forâŠwhat was it? Cockroaches?â
âSilverfishâŠâ
âRight,â he said, âNow, sweetie, care to explain yourself?â
âUm,â you started, but honestly, you didnât even know how to explain yourself to him exactly without making the situation worse. You wrapped the comforter tighter around yourself. âYou know this comforter is very soft, Sylus. Maybe I should buy one just like thisââ
âI can take you shopping for whatever you may need or want,â he interrupted, seeing through your flimsy attempt to deflect from this awkward conversation, âBut only if you explain to me why you were fucking yourself silly with a sex toy just a moment ago.â
âI wasâŠâ you racked your brain. âThat is to say I amâŠâ
âGo on.â
âWellâŠI amâŠâ you covered yourself completely in the comforter and the final word you said was completely muffled by your sudden blanket-cocoon.
Sylus sighed, mildly exasperated, and stood up, crossing the room quickly in just a few strides. He bent down to your height on the floor and reached forward to pull the comforter back. He frowned when you avoided eye contact with him. âWhat was that last word?â
âSylusâŠâ
âThe longer you stall, the worse youâre making for yourself,â he said.
âOvulating.â
There was an immediate deafening silence in the room as Sylus stared at you, completely unprepared and blindsided by that one word. You stared right back, cheeks burning up even more as you realized what you had just told him.
When Sylus managed to find his voice again, he started hesitantly, âDid you justâŠsay you wereâŠovulating?â
You nodded.
âAnd that meant youâŠâ
âI was horny.â
Sylus found his brain shutting down again by your bold confession. He cleared his throat, trying to recompose himself. âAnd you happened to have brought along yourâŠtoy?â
âWellâŠâ
âAnd you forgot to charge it?â
You flustered and glared at him, hearing that insufferable trademark teasing tone in his voice again. âI thought I did!â
âWell, you thought wrong,â he quipped, amused, âThere is one thing about this whole situation that is a bit upsetting for me.â
âUpsetting for you?!â
He nodded, unabashed. âIf this kitten was feeling a little frisky, she does know I am just a few doors away, right?â
âOh, we are not having this conversation!â
Before you could even get up, Sylus pulled you into his embrace, and he stumbled back on the floor with you in his lap. He steadied his balance with one hand behind him while his other arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you close to him. He laughed lowly, âYouâre right, this comforter does feel soft.â
âWhat do you think you are doing?!â
He cocked his head to the side in amusement when you glared at him again. âNow, sweetie, I just had to listen to you play with yourself for god knows how longâyou donât think that did something to me?â
âIâŠI just told you I was ovulatingâŠâ
âMmhmm, you did,â he agreed affably.
âSylusâŠâ You gasped as he lowered the comforter, revealing your nude body underneath. He smiled appreciatively at the sight while you struggled to speak under his scrutinizing gaze. âIâm not on birth controlâŠI couldâŠI could get pregnantâŠâ
âI know,â he said, unconcerned. Before you could respond, he smiled at you roguishly with a slight knowing tilt of his head. âWould that be a bad thing, sweetie?â
âWhâwhat?â
âYou pregnant with my baby,â he murmured, his hand skimming over your flat belly.
âA baby? Youâre jokingâŠâ
âOh?â Sylus looked up, smirking, âDid it sound like I was joking?â
âSylus, quit teasing meâŠâ
You yelped in surprise when suddenly he shifted you so you were straddling him. Sylus tightened his hold around you, the comforter falling completely off of your body as you found yourself trapped in his embrace. You shivered, unsure if it was because of the sudden cool air caressing your nude body, or more than likely, it was because of the man before you keeping you in his lap. Sylusâ face moved closer to yours, and you attempted to avert his gaze again, but he grabbed your chin, forcing you to maintain eye contact with him. You felt your stomach dropped when he spoke, his voice held none of his usual teasing.
âSweetie, I am serious,â he murmured, loosening his grip from your chin, but you found yourself now unable to tear your eyes away from him as he spoke, âI wouldnât mind seeing this belly of yours all round and swollen with my baby.â
He leaned in and pecked your lips, smirking briefly when you widened your eyes in surprise. He continued, âI wouldnât mind if people knew it was me who knocked you upâin fact, Iâd like that very much.â
âSylusâŠâ
âI wouldnât mind ifâŠwe have a family together.â
Sylus gauged your reaction, seemingly mindful of his words for fear of scaring you away, but in his eyes, there was a strong resolve. When you didnât outright object or react negatively to his words, Sylus smiled.
âMmâŠâ he pressed his forehead to yours, his warm breath brushed against your lips, âWe would make such a beautiful baby togetherâŠâ
Your cheeks tinged pink, but you found yourself at a loss for words, unable to rebuke him. The way he was speaking was making you tingle, feeling a tiny shred of embarrassment, but surprisingly more than that, there was a sense of enthrallment by his words.
âHalf you, half me,â he continued, his eyes had brightened when he had said âyouâ. Sylus reached for your hand, guiding it to his lips. He tilted his head to the side again, smiling, âDoesnât that sound nice?â
You nodded numbly, almost instinctively, as if his deep, smooth voice was hypnotizing you. He continued to speak, but you were barely hearing him now, lost in your own thoughts as you watched this man before you wearing an expression of almost pure joy. You werenât sure if you had ever seen Sylus as happy as he was now talking about having a baby with you.
The more he spoke, though, the more the thought became enticing to you. Sylus loved you unconditionally and wholeheartedly. All you had to do was ask and he would move Heaven and Earth for you. The depths of his love for you would extend and magnify a thousandfold for the child you two would have together.
Dependable, protective, lovingâcould you ask for anything more in a partner?
You watched him, seeing his large hand covered your entire tummy, and you could see the almost wistful look in his crimson eyes. Your head tilted a little in wonder, remembering that Sylus had never once brought up the subject of familyâhis own growing up or even the prospective future. This was the closest the two of you had ever treaded on the topic, and the fact that he was the one who had suggested it first made you realized that he had pondered about the matter before, enough so that he had decided that his future was you and the family you would have together.
You swallowed slowly, feeling a swarm of butterflies fluttered in your belly. You were nervous, a little scared, but more than anything, you had never felt surer of what you were about to say than now.
Your future was with him. That was all you knew, and all you wanted.
âSylusâŠâ
âWhat is it, sweetie?â
âIâŠâ you swallowed hard, face flushed with arousal as you locked eyes with the man in front of you, âIâŠneed youâŠto fuck a baby into me.â
Sylusâ breath hitched the moment those words left your mouth. He steadied his breathing the best he could, but he could feel his heart racing at the thought, at the plea in your soft voice. âIs that what you want?â His words were barely above a whisper, as he could feel himself hardening at the thought of impregnating you with his baby. He continued, the rasp in his deep voice noticeable, âYou want me to knock you up, sweetie?â
Just from the sound of his voice alone had you clenching, and you nodded. You had already decided on this, already spoken the words out loud. There was no going back now. You wanted this.
âUse your words,â he commanded, âI want you to say it.â
I need you to say it, his eyes seemed to implore you.
His hands were already around your waist, pulling you up flushed against his body. Your hands rested on his toned chest and you gazed up into those scarlet eyes darkening with desire, the mere sight stealing your breath away as your body trembled with anticipation of what was going to happen tonight the moment you reaffirm your earlier plea.
âI wantâŠâ
You could feel Sylusâ fingers digging into your hips, there was an air of impatience around him as he waited for you finish your sentence. You could almost hear the sharp hiss of breath from his barely parted lips as he gazed at you intently.
ââŠyour baby,â you finished, âI want toâŠhave your baby.â
The moment that last word left your lips, you gasped sharply as Sylus immediately lifted you into his strong arms, your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist for support as he carried you to the bed. Within seconds, he had you pinned down on the bed, his larger body hovered over you. âThatâs a dangerous thing to tell me, sweetheart,â he murmured, his finger tipped your chin up, exposing your neck to him, âBecause now I have no intention of letting you leave this bed until youâre knocked up with my baby.â
You bit down on your lips, holding back another gasp as you felt his large hands trailed down your body, feeling familiar curves with practiced ease. âAhâ!â You squirmed when his lips trailed down your chest to your belly, his hands caressing the flat abdomen with revere.
âYour body is already so gorgeous,â he murmured, kissing your belly again, unaware of your reddened cheeks, âAnd itâll become even more beautiful when our baby grows inside youâŠâ
You felt your heart skipped a beat. The way he was speaking as if you were already pregnant made you blushed in embarrassment. You squirmed again, but Sylus immediately gripped your hips, keeping you in place.
âWhatâŠâ you racked your brain for words, feeling suddenly insecure by his keen attention to your body. When Sylus looked up at you questioningly, you couldnât help but frowned a little, âYouâre just saying thatâŠmen donât really find pregnant women attractiveâŠâ
He laughed at your words, making you even more embarrassed. He shook his head in disagreement. âSweetie, how can a man not find the woman carrying his baby the most beautiful being in the world?â
Sylus loomed over you, his lips hovering above yours as his eyes gazed down at you with deep affections. His hand caressed your cheek in comfort as he spoke, âSweetie, I can barely restrain myself from touching you now.â
âHmm?â You looked at him quizzically, making him smiled wider.
âI wonât be able to control myself,â he continued, brushing his lips against yours, âMm, Iâm gonna want to feel you all the timeâfeel our baby in your womb.â
âSylusâŠyouâre making me embarrassed nowâŠâ
âIâm just stating facts,â he responded, brushing your flyaway hair out of your face, âSo trust me, sweetie, I mean it when I say you are the most beautiful woman in my life.â
As if to prove his point, he covered you in endless kisses, responding to your pleased gasps and sighs with his own knowing hums. âWeâre going to make such a beautiful baby,â he murmured. âI canât waitâŠâ
âSyââ
âCanât wait to see you grow, to see you swellâŠâ he continued to mumble lazily into your skin, his lips leaving trails of kisses all over. âMy beautiful hunterâŠmy beautifulâŠgoddessâŠâ
From his tantalizing words to his expert ministrations, you could feel yourself throbbing, aching to be filled by him. You tugged at his shirt, and he laughed at your impatience before he undressed himself, taking off piece by piece as slow as possible to further tease you, the amusement on his face a complete opposite to your frustration. When the last article of clothingâhis boxer briefsâwas removed, he allowed you a moment to rake your eyes over his toned body. Sylus ran his hand over his hair, pushing it back as he looked at you with a look of pure lust.
âGod,â he muttered, âThis is happeningâŠâ
He nudged your thighs apart, pleased that you were already so wet, willing, and ready for him. He grasped his hardened member, giving it a few strokes as he prepared to line himself up to your waiting entrance.
âAlready this wet, sweetie?â he questioned, his tone light and teasing, âFrom your little solo playtime, or perhaps, me?â
He didnât even leave you enough time to respond. You gasped and arched forward, feeling just the tip pressing in. You wrapped your arms around his neck, bracing yourself for the massive intrusion.
âAnswer me, sweetie,â he murmured, letting more of himself in.
âYâyou!â
He hummed in satisfaction.
You gasped as more of him entered, the feeling of how massive he was bringing tears of both pain and pleasure to your eyes. âOhâoh, god!â you whimpered when he bottomed out, filling you completely.
âMy sweet little cock-warmer,â he murmured, planting more sweet kisses down your neck.
âS-SylusâŠpleaseâŠâ
âPlease what, sweetie?â he asked, though you both knew he was well aware of what you desired in that moment. When you didnât respond, he nipped your left earlobe, his sinfully deep voice sending shivers down your spine and straight to your core as he whispered, âSay it, and Iâll give you everything you desire, sweetie.â
You panted softly, almost convinced that with just a few right words, his devilish voice alone could make you cum, but right now, in this particular moment, with his cock situated so perfectly inside you, you needed more.
âPleaseâŠâ
He raised a brow, an amused smirk tugging at his lips as his crimson eyes gleamed in satisfaction at seeing you already so helpless and needy. You could feel his large hands gripping your hips tighter, fingers digging into your flesh, almost as if he was waiting for you to break the final restraint he held.
ââŠFuck me,â you uttered at last, voice soft and vulnerable, âPlease, Sylus, fuck meâŠâ
You gasped suddenly as he pulled out slowly and then slammed back in, that first thrust already making you see stars and ripping out a cry of pure pleasure from your throat.
âIs this what you want?â he asked, already knowing the answer as he set a steady pace, âIs this what you need, sweetie?â
âYes!â you yelled out, arms encircled around his neck tighter as you let him take control.
âDoing so well,â Sylus crooned, his thrusts steadily becoming harder, faster, âWhat a goodâhnnghâfuckingâhahâgirl you areâŠtaking meâahâso wellâŠâ
You were barely aware of your back touching the mattress again as he lowered you back down, taking you in deeper. Your arms loosened around his neck, fingers finding their way to grip the bedsheets. You tossed your head to the side, moaning when his mouth took in your nipple, suckling on it gently at first before his skilled tongue swirled over the sensitive nub, the sensation was enough to have you arching up into him again. He pulled away, making you whined in frustration at the sudden loss of attention, but just as quickly his hand took over to massage your breast, keeping you moaning helplessly for him as he teased and pinched your nipple, feeling it firming under his expert touch.
âYour breasts will fill up with milk for our baby,â he murmured, already picturing you nursing his baby. He smiled at the thought, unable to contain his excitement. He squeezed your breast harder and you cried from the feeling of his calloused hand on your soft flesh.
Amidst the pleasurable stimulations of him massaging your breast as he drove himself into you, you had a thoughtâa need, really. âIâŠâ you felt your cheeks warming up again, embarrassed or otherwise, you werenât sure anymore, but you still voiced your newfound desire aloud, âSylusâŠI wantâŠâ
âHmm?â He tilted his head a little, his gentle smile remaining as he waited for you to finish your thought. With his thick member so deep inside you, you could barely think straight, your focus shifting back and forth between the feel of him and his arousing words that spawned your new thought.
âI want youâŠto have theâŠfirst taste.â
His smile faltered. âWhat?â Sylus paused, but there was an intense look of intrigue in his eyes, never once expecting such words to leave your lips, but the bold suggestion had him excited by the prospect. He watched you intensely, waiting for you to repeat the sweet offer and confirming that he had not misheard you.
âMy milk,â you clarified, face flushed red, âIâd wantâŠyou to taste it firstâŠâ
âYou want me toâŠâ He couldnât even finish the sentence as he laughed, delighted by this surprising offer. The look he gave you was a mix of arousal and absolute adoration. âOh, sweetie,â his voice was breathless as he pulled you in for another intense kiss, âYou are going to be my fucking demise.â
You whined against his lips, your voice swallowed by him eagerly. The overwhelming stimulations of his relentless kisses and renewed strength had you fumbling with your thoughts and words as the only thing you could focus on was just the feel of him touching youâinside you.
âOh god, oh god!â you whimpered when he started moving faster, driving into you harder, deeper. âAhâSy-Sylus!â You squeezed your eyes shut, feeling the beginning of the familiar tightening that signified your impending release.
Lost in your focus on the feeling of your approaching climax, you didnât even notice that Sylusâ movements had become more hurried, graceless, and eager. His eyes greedily drank in the sight of you beneath him losing yourself to this state of euphoria. His mouth parted, panting, as he gripped your hips harder, enough that there would be bruise marks by morning. He could barely hold back a groan as he felt your walls tightening around him.
This is it.
You were so fertile right now, the perfect moment for him to fill your womb full of his virile seed. Watching you unraveled before him, Sylusâ eyes darkened with pure lust, a haze washing over him as he was consumed with only one thought and goal.
Sheâs perfect.
So perfect.
Gonna fill her up.
Knock her up.
Mine, sheâs all mine.
Fill that pretty little cunt.
Pump her full.
Breed her.
You screamed in pleasure as without a word, Sylus pumped you full of his seed, emptying into you so much that there was no way you wouldnât get pregnant from this encounter.
âSylus!â Your legs wrapped around his waist tighter, pulling him in deeper, needing him to fill you completely. Your walls tightened around him, squeezing and milking all of him for your womb. You were going to get pregnant. You were going to have his baby.
Sylusâ baby.
You whined and sobbed into his shoulder as you felt both his release dripping down your thighs and the lingering aftershocks of your orgasm still coursing through your spent body. His arms wrapped securely around your waist, keeping you held against him, close enough that you felt all of his body heat and the warm sweat that glistened on his skin.
âGoodâŠgirl,â he gasped, rubbing your back up and down as you came down from your high, âSuch a good girl for me. Only me.â
Sylus lowered you back down on the plush mattress, your half-lidded eyes gazed up at him, meeting his pleased smile. You lay on the bed boneless, drained, and satisfied, feeling his heavy body still hovering over you as you listened to his deep voice murmuring, unsure whether he was speaking to you anymore or to himself.
ââŠMine. Mine to have.â
Mine to breed.
He stared down at you, almost in a state of awe, the realization of what had happened made his heart speed up. His eyes focused on your belly, already imagining that it was going to grow bigger, rounder, in the coming months with his child in your fertile womb. There was no way you wouldnât get pregnant from this session, but even if you didnât, Sylus had already planned on fucking you until you showed the first sign of pregnancy. Hell, he wasnât sure if he could even restrain himself from taking you even when you were round and full with his child.
âOh, sweetieâŠâ
You looked up at him doe-eyed, making his heart softened further. For all of his talks about his lack of luck, he knew he had hit the jackpot with you. The greatest fortune of his life was meeting you, and he was willing to risk all of the good luck in his lifetime to keep you in his life by his side.
Sylusâ cheek brushed against your head before he leaned inward and pressed his lips there. His hands continued to rub you up and down while you both recovered from your shared climaxes. âShh, I got you, I got you, sweetieâŠâ
When he pulled out of you, Sylus laid down on his back on the bed, dragging you to lay on top of him. He continued to hold you close to him, clearly having no intention of letting you out of his embrace any time soon. Just as well, because all you wanted in that moment was to remain close to himâskin to skin and heartbeats in-sync.
âSylusâŠâ
He hummed softly, his hands still rubbing your back gently. You could feel your heart calming down, your breathing returning to normal. You rested your head on his chest, feeling the gentle rise and fall as his own breathing evened out.
The world suddenly felt so still and quiet, as if you and him were the only occupants remaining. You raised your head from its place on his chest, eyes widened when you made out his loving smile. You sighed happily when he caressed your cheek and his thumb brushed over your lips.
Your heart fluttered as he spoke, his normally deep voice a light, soft murmur:
âMy pretty hunter.â
âYouâre so full of itâŠâ
He laughed and shook his head, amused by your weak attempt to counter him. His eyes wandered down, lingering on your flat stomach once more. He looked pleased.
âYour body is going to change so much,â he husked and your heart skipped a beat once more, âItâll be all my fault that youâre nice and swollen with my baby.â
âSy-Sylus!â
He chuckled again and pulled you deeper into his embrace. Your cheek pressed against his chest again, his large hand resting gently, but firmly, on the back of your head keeping you in place. Your stomach did flips when he spoke again:
âRest for now, sweetie, the night is just beginning.â
âWhat?â
He laughed. âOh, sweetie, we are just getting started,â he said, eyes twinkling in amusement when he caught sight of the pretty blush rising on your cheeks, âI meant what I said earlier: you are not leaving this bed until you are pregnant with my baby.â
You started to protest, but he captured your lips with his, parting just long enough to whisper: âIâm going to enjoy you all night long, sweetheart.â
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