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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader WC: ~1k Warnings: Fluff | Established relationship | Absolutely-in-love Bucky | Protective Bucky | Bucky painting your toenails | Bucky taking care of some business (mob elements) | Bucky being hot and incorrigible | Allusions to spicy times | Some language | Very much unbeta'd | Let me know if I missed anything! A/N: Sorry, I haven't been on much here. Found a thought in my drafts and put together something haphazardly for Hot Bucky Summer 2025 | Week 02 Prompt: "Did I give you permission?" | @buckybarnesevents Thank you for hosting. đâ¨đĽšđ Note: Do not Steal, Copy, or Plagiarize any part of my work! I do not consent to AI scraping my work. Banner & Divider made by me. Picture credits to Pinterest. Check out my other works: Masterlist
Indulge Away!
Damn it!
You scrambled around the hotel suite.
You were supposed to be on time. You always told yourself you'd have everything sorted and ease into important days with a calm, relaxed start. But nope. That version of you clearly didn't exist. A miserable case of chaos was what you were.
Gawd!
Bucky was to be blamed anyway. He'd flown in late last night, and he didn't let you out of the bed ever since he stepped foot into the hotel room. And he thwarted every attempt of you sneaking out of the bed this morning, dragging you right back into his arms. You couldn't believe sometimes that he could be so insatiable despite being married for more than a decade now.
Your husband was a ridiculously sinful man, indeed! Not that you usually complained about your husband's incorrigible loving ways. But today was an important day, and you should be there on time.
You had a luncheon with the whole team today before your book launch tomorrow, and Jeremy would absolutely have your head if you were late to your own event. You'd already been two minutes late to the dinner meeting last night. To be fair, that wasn't really your fault either. You got held up by a couple of women who somehow recognized you. You hadn't expected anyone to know you, especially not in Venice, so far from home. It was endearing. You'd been so flustered when they asked for your autograph that you walked into the meeting grinning like an idiot, only to get an earful from Jeremy for being late.
Yesterday was a simple team dinner, but today was important, and you couldn't be late by a second.
You heard the loud yawn, followed by a grunt.
Fucking Finally!
"Bucky, hurry up, will ya?" you called out to him.
"I'm almost ready, pretty girl," came his gravelly rasp.
You'd both gotten maybe a couple of hours of sleep between stuff. You turned just in time to see him walking out of the bedroom, phone against his ear, as he said, "Good," before placing the phone down on the kitchen counter.
He wandered over, buttoning up his white shirt at such a seductively slow pace, you grunted annoyedly at him for various reasons.
Jesus Christ! He looked divine.
You sat cross-legged on the ottoman, rushing to paint your toenails because, of course, you didn't get to do them earlier. No thanks to your husband. You figured you could get it done while Bucky got dressed lazily, leisurely.
Whatever was up with him today.
He strolled over, popping a piece of fruit into his mouth that you cut hurriedly for you both a few minutes earlier.
And then he met your eyes.
Shit.
The second he looked at you, you knew. Bucky knew. You didn't know who snitched, but after nearly fifteen years with Bucky Barnes, you shouldn't be so surprised. Your husband always knew when someone so much as breathed your way wrong.
You'd actually been relieved he wasn't at the dinner last night. Because if he had been, things would've gone very differently. Henry, your executive publisher, had cornered you. He was drunk and touchy, and you managed to wiggle out of the situation without making a scene. Mostly because you didn't want to see bloodshed. But the second it happened, you knew it would've been a disaster if Bucky had seen it. So yeah, you were glad he'd been delayed. Even if part of you wished he'd been there to stop it from happening at all.
He sank onto the couch in front of you, dragging your foot into his lap.
You tried to wiggle away, but his grip tightened around your calf.
"Stay still," he warned in a dangerously low voice. Nevertheless, you squirmed.
"We don't have much time," you argued, worry gnawing at you.
"Don't worry, pretty girl. I got you," he said calmly, and he took the little bottle of nail polish from your hand.
"You'll ruin your trousers," you muttered.
"Gotta be still then, Sweetheart," He hummed softly, too jaunty, for your liking. Bucky painted the first toe carefully. It was utterly unbelievable how quickly he unraveled you.
You watched him, waiting for him to ask you, but he didn't, making you groan internally. And the longer he kept painting, the more nervous you got.
"Should I just tell you?" you mumbled, voice barely above a whisper.
Bucky didn't look up. "Tell me what, beautiful?"
"You know what."
"Do I?" He raised his eyes, and that dark gleam in them made your stomach twist. It was dangerous, that look, especially for your poor heart, always ready to topple you more and more into him.
Your phone rang. Jeremy. You answered quickly.
"Hey! Promise I won't be late. Ten minutes topsâŚ" Jeremy, however, cut you off your babbling, "You didn't hear?" he said urgently.
"Hear what?" you asked confused.
"Henry. He was in some kind of accident this morning. It's serious. We gotta cancel the lunch."
You froze. "Is he�"
"No idea. It's all over the place. Ronald called and said something about him losing an arm. It's bizarre. I put him in a cab last night, and he was fine." Jeremy sighed before he continued, "I don't know what happened, but I'll update you when I can. The launch is still on for tomorrow though. I'll send over the new schedule soon."
You set your phone aside, mind still trying to process. You went to pull your foot back, but Bucky didn't let go.
"Did I give you permission to move, Mrs. Barnes? You'll mess up all my hard work." he chuckled, casually blowing on your toes.
"Bucky," you hissed, "What the hell did you do?"
He took his time. Capped the polish. Set it down. Then lifted your leg over his shoulder and tugged you onto the couch beneath him.
"Bucky."
He kissed the curve of your neck, then licked a slow path to your ear. You let out a lewd moan, an entirely inappropriate reaction to the feeling of dread settling in your tummy. Bucky pressed himself against you, one hand cupped your face and the other wandered toward your chest, palming your tits.
Your fingers tangled in his hair, gripping him to find your losing sanity, "What. Did. You. Do?"
He finally met your gaze.
"He shouldn't have touched you, doll," he said softly, his breath warm against your lips, his stubble brushing against your skin, and dousing you in his sweet, sinful smell.
âBe grateful he's still breathing."
"BuckyâŚ" His name caught in your gasping breath, and he smiled at you reverently, and gawd, you knew you had to put some sense into your man, but fuck, did you love him so goddamn much.
Well?
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Alright, this is my last comment on the issue, for real this time.


@nerdykeppie is staffed by unprofessional, rude, cruel people who double down on their entitlement to be unprofessional, rude and cruel in public to their former customers.
You should know the sorts of people you're giving money to if you patronize them. The founder is liable to misread your words, lash out at you in anger over something he misunderstood, and generally behave like a tantruming child even if you go out of your way to be polite and give him the benefit of the doubt when he lashes out at you over his own poor reading comprehension.
I'm done getting into this. No, Spider is not ~required~ to be professional on his (public) personal blog which is closely tied to his business. I just think it's extremely stupid to double down on his "right" to be unprofessional on his public blog when he owns a business that is clearly tied to said public blog, because it reflects very poorly on both his personal character and his business. I think it is hilariously foolish and an extremely poor decision to openly advertise and defend your founder's unprofessionalism, which speaks of general lack of professionalism and poor judgment throughout the whole business, not just from Spider (though his lack of good judgment and public unprofessionalism is the most obvious).
So. Best of luck in the people involved resolving whatever problem in their lives that they're taking out on me, and beware interacting with them in any way because they will absolutely be rude as shit to you and then smear you in public and private for (/checks hand) apologizing for a miscommunication because you didn't mean what they incorrectly interpreted you to mean.
I can't fucking believe they still think they're in the right here and *I* am the one who needs to be ~asked not to contact them again~. You answered me THREE TIMES *after* I had blocked you because you cannot let go of the fact that you were wrong about a stupid fucking plastic pumpkin and the fact that I went OUT OF MY WAY to give you the benefit of the doubt.
(two of those three asks were frantic apologies because I genuinely felt terrible, and they were both met with meanness and scorn and snide insults about my communication failures.
Lol. Me. I'm the one who is failing to communicate and has poor reading comprehension because you misunderstood me and started lashing out like I personally strangled all of your pets for having the filthy nerve to apologize and try to clear it up.
Yeah. I'm the villain here. Sure, Jan.)
I'm done now, but enjoy having your unprofessional, cruel, immature nonsense publicly exposed. I stand by my actions (the ones I actually took in real life, not the fake pretend ones you made up because you misunderstood what I wrote) and I look forward to you experiencing the natural consequences of your own.
Don't give money to childish jerks.
#how fucking dare you lmao#the gall is just mind boggling#nerdykeppie#this is the last time I'm addressing this period.#tagging it only so other people looking at the tag can make informed decisions about whether to give their money elsewhere#you would think a business would give a shit about its founder being an ass in public on the social media site where you get large amounts#of your publicity and advertising but hey#not my funeral!#they can shoot themselves in the foot as many times as they please#but their potential customers should know this is what they do and how they behave!#also loving the incel response of âyou turned me down?? well I never wanted to fuck you anyway!!!â#yeah uh huh sure you totally had no plans to use my photos#that's why you asked for my permission to use my photos#but whatever makes you feel soothed from your hissy fit I guess#don't buy from nerdykeppie#keep digging that hole babe you're just making yourself look worse and worse and worse#side note#there is little funnier#than someone throwing an extremely public tantrum#because you (gasp) reported on the words they said and actions they took of their own volition#HOW DARE I SHARE THE THINGS YOU SAY#what a monster I am for making you look so bad by publishing the things you said that are bad!#keep digging that hole I'll keep saving all the screenshots#if I have to involve a lawyer fine#not my fault not my doing not my job to shield a grownass adult business owner from the consequences#of throwing a massive shitfit tantrum in public over being exposed for throwing a massive shitfit tantrum because#and I cannot stress this enough#HE#misunderstood ME#and doubled down when I apologized
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comparing yourself to others will kill you and the reason why is that even if it starts out innocently enough, as appreciation, as "oh, that's so good, that's so much better than me, i could never!" the "i could never" starts to stick and eventually you'll realize that the reason you could never isn't because you're not able to, but because you've told yourself for so long that "you could never" that you straight up aren't letting yourself improve.
appreciate others. learn from them. but never think "i could never." give yourself permission to make your art and put everything, and i mean everything, you have into it. you can. you will. just let yourself.
#bluebird.txt#last year i noticed this about myself and i was so fucking sad#i still have to fight this sometimes#esp when you're surrounded by what feels like people who are better than you#(psst! even if they are they're not. trust me!)#no one can give you permission to try#no one can you permission to 'be good' whatever that means to you#no one can give you permission to exist#and no one can take any of these things away from you#so YOU need to give yourself permission. YOU need to be the one to say i will break out of where i am.#you need to be the one to decide you want to be better and do what needs to be done to get there.#yippee!!!#violaposting
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as a pagan who specifically wants their gravesite 'overtaken' by nature and decomposed to the best of the earth's ability it's somewhat disturbing to me to see people going around cleaning graves without asking anyone first
#I've seen multiple people now doing it#like. what if the family wanted their grace left Alone. why are you entitling yourself to someone's resting space because YOU think it's#'neglected/dirty' whatever#*grave not grace#you can't just do 'geurilla cleaning' on GRAVES without permission have some respect#and to be going off too like 'oh I wonder how they died and who they were and blah blah blah' okay so why are you entitling yourself to#their spaceeeeeeee#gives me the spiritual ick as well like excuse me but I wouldn't want anyone doing anything like that coinsideri g what it could stir up
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lmao just about posted a question about whether something we do/experience is okay before I realized I don't care
#koi talks#you can do whatever you want forever âźď¸#do not seek validation and permission in others as a replacement for giving it to yourself âźď¸
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logan howlett x female reader
summary ;
short drabble of logan having a girlfriend who can barely go a day without his touch (yet heâs really not any better)
logan was a strong man. everyone knew that. they all saw his gruff exterior, the rough mutant who had been carrying blood on his hands for centuries, who was even deemed âunapproachableâ by some.
yet, those who did try to approach him, either ended up being pushed away or in his bed.
or⌠in the middle, somehow, and found a somewhat gentle, less rough side of logan: that wasnât sexual yet also not necessarily mean.
you were in the middle for a while. especially when you met him for the first time â his first thoughts were lustful, greedy â depraved even â if you may â but something inside him stopped him from acting on these actions. maybe your age? you were a little younger than the other women he had been with, and also a little smaller. everyone was small to him, of course, the man was huge, but something about you ⌠there was another side of him that just wanted to treat you gently, handle you with care.
and he had never felt that way about anyone before. well, barely anyone â only a few people had ever reached his heart that way.
he also sensed the same feeling from you, but yours was more⌠open. well, open is an understatement â you would always cling to the man, trying to grab his attention, asking his opinion on stupid things down to even your outfits sometimes. he found it a bit ridiculous, yet a deep part of him, a part he tried to hide, was tugged at everytime you were near him, at first innocently, like he was willing to have you drag him back to your room just to have him approve of every little outfit you were self conscious of yourself in, but then it got a little more heated: when he would be in the same room as you, even just casually in the kitchen, and you would come in â a scent wafting around you that he knew all too well, a scent only he could pick up on â of your bodyâs neediness.
and that only increased when you two finally got together.
when you two started dating, he thought you would maybe lay off on the neediness and clinginess; but it only got worse, that even after a night of having logan taking care of all your little problems, you were just as desperate the next day.
âlogannnâŚâ you would hum softly â approaching him as he sat on the couch, or the bed, or even when he was just trying to train. anywhere, you would approach him in that innocent little hum, that logan knew all too well by now. he knew, that whenever you skipped over to him like that, he would probably end up dropping whatever he was doing to take you back to whichever bathroom or private room was nearest, just to satisfy his girl.
or, there would be times where he really was tired and didnât even have the energy for that, usually late at night after training all day or being out. you would come into your guysâ shared room, straddling his lap in an instant with that little hum of yours. he would huff and roll his eyes, his hands however coming to rest up on your hips anyways, enjoying the feeling of being able to squeeze them so easily in his huge hands. âsweetheart, âs late. come on, iâll give you something in the morninâ⌠not now.â he would try to reason, only making you huff as well, shifting over to move onto his lap â grinding gently onto it already, letting him feel the wetness of your clit through your little sleep shorts and the rough fabric of his jeans. he knew it was pointless to argue with you, and he didnât want to leave his sweet girl unsatisfied, so he would sigh, giving in with a nod of his head and a rough, verbal confirmation. âalright baby, go ahead..â
your heart would flutter at the granted permission, as well as your stomach as usually during nights like this you would start to grind your sweet, clothed little pussy against his thigh, shamelessly getting off to just the feeling of the strong muscle covered by his jeans nudging your clit with every movement of your hips: back and forth, back and forth â with loganâs hands eventually sliding up your shirt, looking at your already blissed expression, biting back your whimpers and moans the more you humped against his thigh â and as his rough hands played with your pretty tits, until you reached your peak.
or, maybe days where he had more energy. days when eventually he would end up getting worked up too. like when that simple thigh grinding could end up with him pulling you onto his lap instead and finish off by grinding on his bulge, or even riding him â and then there were also times when he would pull you into nearby bathrooms or empty rooms, pulling your skirt or dress up on those days you would dress up for him, and shamelessly lapping at your pussy like a starved man, like he needed this more than you did; the sweet taste of your arousal on his tongue making his dick desperately ache and twitch against his jeans. it drove you absolutely wild those days to see how much he craved you too, how he could barely go a day without getting you on him in someway, whether it be just holding you and kissing you innocently, to being buried into your sweet heat till you were a sobbing mess against him.
anything his needy girl wanted.
#logan howlett x you#logan howlett x reader#logan howlett#wolverine xmen#wolverine x you#wolverine x reader#xmen
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This is your daily reminder that autocrats thrive on hopelessness. They thrive on fear. They win when the people become resigned and believe that fighting back is impossible.
Listen, thereâs simply no denying that we are on the road to autocracy. But, believe it or not, weâre not there yet. (Yes, itâs true!) We can turn back!
But in order to do that, we have to believe we can.
Thereâs an Eleanor Roosevelt quote that gets repeated so often, itâs almost lost its meaning, but I still think itâs worth revisiting in a new light:
âNo one can make you feel inferior without your consent.â
Donât give them permission to make you feel lesser! Thatâs what they want! They want you to just roll over and accept their dominance!
Listen, I know this whole situation is so fucking exhausting. And wouldnât it be so great if we didnât have to fight so hard for our basic rights and freedoms? But these are the cards weâve been dealt; weâre in this fight whether we like it or not.
So, do whatever you need to do to keep yourself sane. Weâre in this fight, but we need to take it in shifts or else weâll get burnt out and then they win.
Keep yourself sane. Find the moments of joy wherever you can. And remember that no one gets to make you feel lesser just because they want you to.
#ya know i realized that i used a lot of âus v theyâ language#and i know thatâs horrible#because itâs the us v they mentality that got us into this mess in the first place#but iâm not really sure how else to frame it?#thatâs for someone smarter than me to figure out#us politics#american politics#donald trump
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âËâšătake my time (iâll spend it all on you) | gojo satoru

wc: 1.6k
summary: gojo sees you in lingerie for the first time.Â
contains: f!reader, suggestive almost nsfw (they make out⌠maybe a bit steamy), 18+ just in case, reader is in lingerie, shy feelings!! gojo down bad!!
a/n: i hc that the first time gojo sees you in lingerie, itâs like seeing you walk down the aisleâheâs a bit sappy like that! i also think that heâd love seeing his lover in pink! idk! itâs just the vibes! (col reader would look cute in pink too i think hehe complements the personality!); takes place later on, around col #4 (wip)
collection masterlist: conversations on love 3.5b. âwill i ever bring you peace? <- you are here -> +04b (extra). if you're ready (let me) + 04. these traces of love, they outline you
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

There are few things in life that have earned Gojoâs double take:Â
A sign for a newly-opened gelato shop with âexclusive flavors for the first 30 customers!â written in fine print; Megumi, back in middle school, being confessed to with a sweetly handcrafted box of chocolates for Valentineâs Day; a small cut, right at the tip of his nose from that time you sparred with him and he let you get too close (or so he says).Â
And now you.Â
In something pinkâ
âthat if he backtracks just a bit, steps one foot behind the other to glance again at the space left open by the bedroom door, and squintsâ
Heâs certain, 200% sure.Â
Itâs lingerie.Â
He blinks once, twice, rubs at his eyes even as his mind attempts to catch up to whatever it isâyouâhe just saw. This must be what wires feel when they short circuit.Â
You know heâs home, right? You have to, you just told him to rinse the dishes after snacking.
And he was in the middle of doing thatâwalking across your apartment from couch to kitchen, stopping only to do a double take at the sight of pink in his periphery, at you, once he looked again, clearly.Â
Or were you doing this on purpose? Did you want him to see you?Â
He gulps, warmth spreading from the tips of his ears down to his neck, lingering.Â
Thereâs only one way to find out, really.Â
He walks down the hallway leading to the bedroom, keeping his footsteps light so as to not startle you.
If heâs being honest right now, his mind is full to the point of feeling emptyâtoo many thoughts swirling around the fact that behind this very door, heâs about to find you in pink lingerie.Â
And when he takes a deep breath, fingertips pushing on wood very slightly as he calls out, âBabââ
âSâtoru!â you squeal from the other side, panicked as you instantly push it back closed.
So you didnât do it on purpose.Â
âSorry, give me a minute!â you call out, and he can hear your footsteps from the other side, frantically walking around for what he can assume is you looking for something to cover yourself with.Â
But he doesnât want that.Â
Not when he already has the visual of you, pretty in what he suspects is pink lace.
Not when the way you said âSâtoruâ sounded so much like ââToruâ, your ââToruâ, the way you usually say it pressed against bed sheets, under him, expression blissed out fromâ
Do you have any idea what that does to him?Â
âAre you wearing lingerie?âÂ
You freeze. Gojo can tell from the other side of the door, and you think, damn it, because he isnât supposed to know you bought a set, much less see you in it. Not yet.Â
You could try to lie, but Gojo always sees through you, through every change in inflection, the way your eyebrow twitches before speaking.Â
âCan I come in?â he asks softly, almost hesitantly.Â
How can you possibly resist him when he speaks to you like this? Asking permission as if this space you live in isnât as much his?
You sigh, flustered at being caught this way, âCan you close your eyes first?âÂ
He follows, laying one hand over his eyes for good measure before knocking on the door. You open it slowly, wood creaking as he steps inside.Â
You feel a little naked right now despite how he isnât even looking your way, opting to face the side opposite from where youâre standing. Itâs on purpose, you know, he can tell where you areâSix Eyes and all.Â
Thereâs a smile that heâs hiding, biting his lower lip to stop it from showing. His toes are wiggling from the excitement coursing through him.
You know Gojo will like you in anything; in fact, heâs made it very clear that he prefers you in nothingâbut still. Your stomach feels queasy and you canât get rid of how nervous youâre feeling.Â
And you guess, itâs really just because this was meant to be a surprise for himâthe design youâve chosen, how it looks on your body, how it looks to him, especially. Youâd ordered the lingerie set months in advance to leave a lot of time for returns, whether it turned out ill-fitting or just unflattering.
You didnât expect him to catch a glimpse of it now, months before his birthday, before you were even ready.Â
âIâm waitingâŚâ he teases, voice sing-song in that way he usually does to annoy you. It always makes you smile though, and itâs an odd form of comforting with how it dulls your jitters right now, just a little bit.
âOkay, you can look.âÂ
As soon as he turns, you squeeze your eyes shut, hands on your sides as you fiddle with your fingernails. Seeing, knowing his reaction in real time is still nervewracking, regardless of every reassurance you tell yourselfâbecause, what if this is the off-chance that youâre wrong, and he doesnât like it?Â
Or worse: what if he has to pretend he likes it?
You frown a bitâit doesnât help at all that Gojo isnât saying anything.
Butâ
How can he, when there are no words, no adjectives, no possible descriptions to articulate what heâs seeingâwhat heâs feeling?
If he didnât die then, in every instance heâs brushed with death: by Tojiâs hands, locked up inside that box, in that final moment with Sukuna, nearly halvedâ
He thinks he might have just died right now.Â
Because this? You? In lingerie as pink as all heâs feelingâhis cheeks, his nose, flushing down his neck, maybe even his chest if it were exposed.Â
Itâs heaven.Â
Youâre a sight.Â
While Gojo has certainly seen you in much less, and done with you things much more than just stand with you like this, heâs never seen you in lingerie.
And youâre so pretty. Sexy. All his, he canât believe it. Â Â
Heâs noticing all the little details on itâon youâits shade, almost salmon with a bit of baby pink; its material: sheer net as the base for everythingâitâs practically see-through save for the delicate floral lace running across the bra cups and panty front.
The set itself is nice, sure, but he knows he only likes it this much because itâs on you. And he knows heâll always like anything on you.Â
The heat in his stomach is building, spreading, to the single part of him thatâ
âIs it that bad?â you scrunch your nose, eyes still closed. He looks at you confused, before he realizes: he hasnât said anything.
He chuckles and you open your eyes, pouting.Â
And God, he wishes you didnât do that. That look on your faceâwhat it does to him.
âI ordered it in advance for your birthday,â you start, pout deepening as you ramble on, âit was supposed to be a surprise, but if you donât like it, I can stillââÂ
Thatâs enough.Â
He canât believe that you actually think he doesnât like it.Â
Gojo steps into your space, close enough to grab you by the waist as his other hand reaches up to slot itself in the area between your ear and your jawline, tilting your head up slightly as he leans in to kiss you.Â
Itâs rushed at first, almost desperateâhungry, the way he releases his breath only to take you in; your lips, soft in the way he knows them to be, his hand on your waist squeezing. Your fingertips trail to his cheek, almost cupping as his kisses turn deeper, more languid, lips moving against yours slowly, savoring.Â
Gojo is a fast learner, and he shows it best in the way he kisses you, as if heâs memorized every way to build that familiar heat within you. You lay your other hand against his chest, gripping at the fabric of his t-shirt as he pulls you closer.Â
You bite his lip and suck, just a little bit, the way he likes it, and he moans, lowly, vibrations rippling through your mouth as he holds you steady. Heâs hard already; you can feel it pressing against your lower belly.Â
And you realize, as a small laugh tears itself away from you, how ridiculous it was for you to even worry.Â
You break the kiss, leaning your forehead against his as you keep your noses touching. Itâs impossible to tell how Gojo looks, but you have a hunch with how heâs breathing so heavily; the skies in his eyes must be darker, almost gray, turned on by desireâthe same one settling deep in your stomach, aching, needy.Â
âItâs perfect,â he whispers, lips grazing yours. He traces hearts by your shoulder, something born out of the many times youâve lain in bed together, playing with the strap of your bra before pulling, a short snap! as he lets go.Â
âYou like it?â you whisper back, a lilt in your tone, teasing. Your fingers come up to trace his lips and he holds them in place, nipping.Â
âMhm,â he grins, smoothing his hand over the lace details on your bra, his thumb rubbing, âso pretty.âÂ
He leans in again, a small peck, before asking, âDoes this mean I can get my gift now?âÂ
You laugh, hitting his chest, âItâs not your birthday yet!âÂ
âYeah, but what is time anyway?âÂ
And you know, with the way heâs trailing kisses down your neck, licking and suckingâyouâre going to have to find another thing to surprise him with on his birthday.Â
.
Later that evening, with your head lying right on his chest, you remember.Â
âOh yeah, the set also came with one of those belt things. Garter, I think? But I wasnât sure if youâd be intoââÂ
Youâve never seen Gojo get up from bed faster.

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2025: #2 u are the main character of ur life

âď¸.U.NEED.TO.GET.CRAZY.ABOUT.UR. LIFE .THIS is ur life. your story, your movie and Youâre the main character of it . But hereâs the problemâyouâre sitting there, acting like youâre just an extra. Let me ask you something: when are you going to wake up? When are you going to stop living like someone else is writing your script? Because newsflashânobody else cares as much about your story as YOU should.
N1 Youâre Not Here to Be Average
Do you feel it? That spark inside you? The one that says youâre made for something bigger? Stop shoving it down. Stop telling yourself, 'Iâm not special,' or, 'Iâll never be that person.' Because let me tell you somethingâyou already ARE that person. The only difference between you and the version of you that you dream about? Action. Average is safe, but itâs boring. U NEED TO KNOW Being 'okay' is easy, but itâs unfulfilling. You werenât put on this planet to blend in. You were born to stand out, to do something, to leave a mark. But first, you have to believe that. You have to take risks. You have to dare to be seen, to be heard, to be ALIVE.
N2 Get Obsessed with Yourself
This is the part where people get uncomfortable, but IDGASS . You need to fall in love with YOU. Not in a shallow, fake, selfie-obsessed wayâbut deeply, madly, passionately in love with the person you are becoming.Spend time with yourself. Take yourself out on dates. Sit in silence and listen to your thoughts. Who are you, really? What do you want? Not what society wants, not what your parents want, not what your friends think is coolâwhat do YOU want?Get crazy about discovering your passions. Throw yourself into books, art, music, whatever lights you up inside. Because the more you pour into yourself, the more unstoppable you become. Youâre not just living life; youâre creating it. So why not make it something spectacular?
N3 Stop Waiting for Permission
Why are you waiting? Waiting for someone to tell you youâre good enough? Waiting for the 'right time'? BRO WTF Let me tell you something nobody is coming to give you permission. Nobody is going to hand you your dream life wrapped up in a bow. You have to go out there and TAKE IT.Stop looking for signs. Stop waiting for everything to feel perfect. Itâs messy, itâs chaotic, and sometimes itâs downright terrifyingâbut thatâs the beauty of it. The magic happens when you stop overthinking and just DO. Take the leap, even if you donât feel ready. Life isnât about being readyâitâs about showing up, again and again, until you create the life you canât stop dreaming about AND THIS IS DISCIPLINE
N4 Reclaim Your Power
Letâs get one thing straight: you are powerful. Not in a vague, 'manifestation vibes' kind of way, but in a real, tangible way. Every decision you make is a choice. Every habit you keep is a vote for the kind of person you want to be.But hereâs the catchâevery time you let someone else control your narrative, you give away a piece of that power. Every time you shrink yourself to fit someone elseâs expectations, you lose a little more. Stop giving it away. Own your voice. Own your choices. Own your life.You are the architect of your story. So start building something worth remembering. And if people donât like it? If they donât 'get' you? Let them go. Your life is not a democracy itâs YOUR kingdom. Rule it unapologetically.
N5 Romanticize the Hell Out of Everything
Hereâs the secret nobody tells you: life is as magical as you decide to make it. Stop waiting for the big momentsâgraduation, the 'dream job'...âto feel alive. Start finding beauty in the small, ordinary, quiet things.Make your morning coffee an event. Cook ur dinner by urself. Write love letters to urself. Turn sunsets into poetry. Life is happening right now, and if you keep rushing to the 'next thing,' youâre going to miss it.Romanticizing your life isnât about pretending everything is perfect. Itâs about choosing to see the magic, even in the mess. Because when you do that, life stops feeling like something youâre just survivingâand starts feeling like something worth celebrating.
This is Your one life. Your one shot. So stop living like you have forever. Stop waiting, stop hiding, stop playing small. You are the main character of this story, and itâs time to act like it. Get crazy about your life. Get obsessed. Because when you do, everything changes.Now go out there and make something beautiful I'm proud of u 143
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LIKE I WOULD



SYNOPSIS: you confide in your best friend paige about your boyfriend leaving you unsatisfied, not expecting her to react so seriously. she offers to show you what itâs supposed to feel likeâand she means it. one kiss turns into something deeper, something undeniable, and you fall apart under her touch like never before. in the quiet after, she confesses sheâs loved you all along. and this time, you finally choose her.
WARNING(S): smut â mdni, cheating, territoriality, possessiveness, pussy eating (r!receiving), jealous!bsf!paige
WORD COUNT: 2.7k RECOMMENDED SONG: like i would â zayn. info. masterlist. taglist.
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you donât notice the look paige gives you when you start talking about your boyfriend. not really. you never do.
youâre sitting on her couch, legs tucked under you, nursing a barely-cold drink while you go on about the night before. youâre not trying to brag or anything â itâs not even worth bragging about. still, youâre rambling. maybe because youâre trying to convince yourself it wasnât that bad.
âhe just, like⌠stopped halfway through,â you say with a soft laugh, more bitter than amused. âsaid he was tired. i donât know. i think he thought i finished already.â
you donât look up, but if you did, youâd see her jaw tighten. her hand flexes against her thigh. she doesnât say anything at first, and when she does, itâs low. dangerous.
âthatâs it?â her voice is calm, but clipped. âhe didnât even ask?â
you finally glance up. sheâs staring at the floor like it personally offended her. you shrug. âitâs whatever. i donât want to make it a big deal.â
but it is a big deal. you wouldnât have brought it up if it wasnât.
paige shifts, leaning forward, elbows on knees. âyouâre seriously okay with that?â
âi mean⌠itâs not like itâs always like that,â you lie. âheâs just⌠not that experienced, maybe.â
paige lets out a breathy laugh thatâs anything but amused. âthatâs not an excuse.â
you furrow your brows. âwhy are you so worked up about this?â
and thatâs when she lifts her eyes to yours, and suddenly, the air changes.
her gaze is heavy. intent. you feel it all at once â her attention, her anger, her restraint, like sheâs trying not to say something sheâs been holding in too long.
âhe doesnât get it,â she says. âhe doesnât get you. he doesnât know what to do with you.â
you blink. âpaigeââ
âi do.â her voice drops lower. steadier. âi know what you like. iâve seen it. you try so hard to act like youâre fine with bare minimum, like itâs enough for you, but itâs not. you need someone who actually listens. who actually sees you.â
you stare at her, heart beginning to thump unevenly.
and then she says it, voice barely above a whisper:
âlet me show you what itâs supposed to feel like.â
your breath catches.
sheâs not joking.
sheâs not smiling. sheâs not teasing. her tone is so serious it makes your stomach twist in knots. âhe wonât love you like i would.â she mutters quietly.
âiââ you start, but the words die in your throat.
she leans in, slower now, cautious, but her eyes stay locked on yours. âi wouldnât leave you guessing. iâd take my time. youâd never have to ask twice.â
the room is quiet, except for the buzz of your nerves and the thunder of your pulse.
and suddenly, so much makes sense.
the way she always sits next to you, even when your boyfriendâs around.
the way she gets snippy when you text him too long.
the way she looks at you like sheâs memorizing every inch.
youâve been blind. or maybe just too scared to see it.
you donât know who moves first. maybe itâs you. maybe itâs her.
but one second, youâre frozen, and the next, her mouth is on yours.
itâs slow at first â searching, warm, desperate in a way that doesnât ask permission but still waits for your answer. and when you kiss her back, when your hand tangles in her hoodie and her fingers splay across your waist, it feels like breathing for the first time in weeks.
you shouldnât be doing this.
but god, it feels so right.
she kisses you like sheâs trying to erase every time you settled for less. her hands learn your body like itâs sacred, not a task. she doesnât rush. doesnât assume. she listens â every sigh, every hitch of your breath guiding her like a language only she speaks.
the couch cushions shift under you as she presses you back, not demanding, just wanting. and for once, you donât want to pretend.
you want this.
you want her.
youâre completely lost in her â in the heat of her mouth, the way her tongue swirls against yours, slow and deep, like sheâs trying to memorize your taste. her hands slide under your shirt with practiced ease, fingers splaying across your skin, mapping you like a place sheâs always known.
she breaks the kiss only long enough to tug your shirt over your head, tossing it carelessly to the floor. her lips find yours again before you can even catch your breath, hands roaming freely now â tracing every curve, every soft dip of your body, like sheâs been dying to touch you this way.
when her mouth leaves yours, it only travels down â across your jaw, the edge of your throat, open-mouthed kisses dragging heat down your neck. she makes quick work of your shorts, tugging them down with a soft grunt as her fingers skim along your thighs.
your breath hitches when she unclasps your bra with one hand, pulling the straps down your arms like itâs second nature, her mouth already chasing the new skin revealed. she kisses down your chest, slow and intentional, lips brushing your ribs and lower.
you shiver under her, and she feels it â smirks against your skin.
âjust relax, baby,â she murmurs, voice like velvet, littering kisses across your stomach.
then sheâs between your legs, kneeling on the floor in front of the couch, her warm breath ghosting over the soaked fabric of your underwear. she looks up at you through her lashes, eyes dark and full of hunger, before slowly pulling them down your legs. they hit the floor with a soft flutter as she pushes your thighs apart, keeping you spread and open just for her.
your gasp breaks the silence when her tongue drags a slow, deliberate line up your center. her groan rumbles against you, sending a ripple of pleasure straight through your core.
âfuckinâ hellâŚâ she mutters, diving back in like a woman starved, her tongue flicking over your clit with a moan that vibrates through your entire body.
your back arches instinctively, hips rolling toward her mouth, soft gasps and broken moans spilling from your lips.
âoh fuck⌠paigeââ
your hand tangles in her hair, tugging her impossibly closer, and she lets you. she wants to be closer â wants to disappear inside the way you sound when itâs her making you feel this way.
âmm, i know, baby⌠i know,â she mumbles against your heat, voice thick with desire.
then her fingers â two, slow and sure â slip inside you, curling upward immediately, brushing that perfect spot that makes your eyes roll back. her mouth never stops, tongue stroking and circling your clit with dizzying precision.
âfuuuuckâŚâ you cry out, head falling back, heels digging into the cushions as your hips buck into her hand.
she switches effortlessly between sucking and flicking her tongue, her fingers pumping steadily in and out of you, scissoring you open like she was made to do this.
âjust like that⌠oh my god, paige, just like thatââ you whimper, breathless praise tumbling out between moans.
she groans in response, her eyes dark and blown as she looks up at you, her lips slick and swollen as she pulls her mouth away just long enough to speak. her fingers never stop.
âonly i can make you feel like this. not him.â her voice is low, rough. âsay it.â
youâre too far gone, too strung out on the edge to answer. your mouth parts, but nothing coherent comes out.
she growls, her fingers curling just right. âsay it, baby â tell me this pussyâs mine.â
ây-yeah⌠all yours,â you moan, back arched, eyes squeezed shut. âonly fâonly for youâŚâ
âyeah?â she breathes, leaning up to kiss your neck, soft and reverent. âthen come for me. prove it.â
and you do.
you fall apart for her â back arching, thighs trembling, her name breaking from your lips like a prayer.
youâve never felt anything like it.
not with him.
not with anyone.
and she knows it.
because now you do too.
â
the aftermath is quiet.
youâre still tangled in her sheets, wrapped in the scent of her hoodie, her breath warm against your shoulder.
your mind spins.
you just cheated. you cheated on your boyfriend.
but the worst part?
you donât regret it. not even a little.
you turn slightly, looking at her in the dim light. paige is watching you already. like she hasnât looked away once.
âi didnât mean for that to happen,â you whisper, but itâs a lie.
she knows it. you both do.
âyeah, you did,â she says softly. âyou just didnât think you were allowed to want it.â
you feel a lump form in your throat.
âhe doesnât touch you like i do,â she adds, brushing a knuckle along your cheek. âdoesnât look at you like this.â
you close your eyes. her words remind you of the song she played in the car the other night â he wonât love you like i would. you didnât think anything of it at the time. now it feels like a confession you missed.
âyou love me,â you say, not as a question.
paige doesnât flinch. âyeah,â she says. âi do.â
the silence sits heavy.
and still, she doesnât pull away.
âiâve been trying to show you for months,â she adds. âbut you kept running back to someone who doesnât even know how lucky he is.â
you turn toward her fully, voice small. âwhy didnât you ever say anything?â
her eyes flicker. âbecause i wanted it to be your choice. i didnât want to be your rebound.â
you nod slowly. âheâs not my choice anymore.â
she watches you carefully. âare you sure?â
you reach for her hand, fingers lacing between hers.
âiâm sure.â
â
you break up with him two days later. it doesnât even hurt.
what hurts is how long it took you.
what hurts is the look on paigeâs face when you show up at her apartment that night, eyes tired, hands trembling.
she opens the door in another hoodie, this one a little oversized, sleeves pushed to her elbows. she stares at you, unreadable.
âyou okay?â
you nod. âi ended it.â
she exhales, shoulders falling slightly. âyou sure?â
you step inside without answering and close the door behind you.
âhe never made me feel anything,â you say, voice quiet. ânot like you.â
she doesnât move.
âand that night⌠with youâŚâ you pause. swallow. âi havenât stopped thinking about it.â
paigeâs eyes darken, but she stays still. waiting.
you take a step forward. âi didnât know what it was supposed to feel like.â
another step. she still doesnât move.
âuntil you.â
her hand finds your waist again â same spot, like muscle memory. she pulls you in slow, letting the air burn between you.
âsay it again,â she whispers.
you donât hesitate.
âyou make me feel everything.â
and this time, when her mouth meets yours, itâs not confusion or rebellion or recklessness.
itâs clarity.
itâs finally.
â
he wouldnât love you like she would.
he never did.
but paige always has.
and now â you finally see it.
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you were being a brat, but Simon knew just how to handle you. smut, mdni, +18
Youâre sprawled out on your bed, arms crossed, eyes narrowed at Simon. He stands by the door, arms folded, completely unmoved by your ranting.
You donât even remember what set you offâsomething about him ignoring you earlier, or maybe it was the way he refused to admit you were right about something dumb. Either way, youâre heated, and heâs standing there like a statue, letting you run your mouth.
"Are you even listening to me?" you snap, propping yourself up on your elbows.
Simon tilts his head, unimpressed. "Mmhmm."
That pisses you off even more. "Youâre such an assâ"
He moves before you can finish, climbing onto the bed like heâs got all the time in the world. His weight sinks into the mattress, and before you can scoot away, his hands are on your thighs, pushing them apart. You stiffen.
"Simon, Iâm talking to you."
He doesnât answer. He just hooks his fingers into your panties, drags them down your legs, and tosses them somewhere behind him. His gloved hands press against your thighs again, keeping them wide open. Then he looks at youâreally looks at youâfor the first time since you started mouthing off.
"Iâm done talking to you," he murmurs, lowering himself between your legs. "Wanna talk to this sweet little cunt instead."
Your brain stutters. "Simonâ"
He doesnât wait for permission; he doesnât give you the chance to keep arguing. His tongue is on you, slow, licking through your folds like heâs savoring every second. A gasp escapes you before you can bite it back, but thatâs not even the worst part. The worst part is when he starts talking.
"Look at you," he mutters against your skin, his voice muffled, lips brushing over your clit. "Acting all tough, mouthing off, but youâre drippinâ for me."
Your face burns. "Shut upâ"
"Not talkinâ to you, love." His grip tightens on your thighs as he moves lower, pressing a kiss right against your entrance. "Mâ talkinâ to her."
You swear youâll kill him. If you could think straight, if your legs werenât shaking already, if he wasnât so fucking good at thisâ
"Sheâs so much sweeter than you," he continues, dragging his tongue up your slit. "Doesnât fight me like you do. She likes me, donât you, sweetheart?" Another kiss, another slow, teasing lick that has your toes curling. "Bet sheâll be real good for me, wonât she? So soft, so warmâcan tell she likes the attention. Not like you, all mouth and attitude. Sheâs good for me. She listens."
You make a frustrated noise, but it dissolves into a whimper when he flicks his tongue against your clit again.
"Yeah, thatâs what I thought." His breath is hot against you as he presses another kiss to your entrance, hands firm on your thighs to keep you still. "Yâspent all that time complaininâ, but she was down here waitinâ for me. She knew better, didnât she? Bet sheâs been achinâ for me this whole time."
You hate how much it gets to you, how much his words make the heat in your belly coil tighter. But heâs not done.
"Poor thing," he murmurs, his tongue teasing your entrance. "Must be lonely, yeah? Beinâ attached to such a brat? No wonder sheâs so needy." His voice is full of mock sympathy, lips brushing against you between every word. "Donât worry, sweetheart. Iâll take care of you. Yâdonât have to be a pain in the ass like she is. You just have to be good for me."
Youâre shaking now, fingers twisted in the sheets, your breath uneven as he keeps talking, keeps licking at you like he has all the time in the world.
"Bet youâll let me do whatever I want to you, wonât you? Unlike herâsheâs always runninâ her mouth, always fightinâ me. But youâre soft, arenât you? You just wanna be taken care of."
You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to block out his words, but the way he talks, the way he mouths at you between sentences, has your stomach twisting with need. Youâre embarrassingly close, your body arching into him despite your frustration.
And then, just as youâre teetering on the edge, just as your body starts to tense, Simon pulls away.
"But bad girls donât get to cum."
He sits back like heâs got all the time in the world, like he isnât leaving you a mess between his hands. You can see the smirk in his eyes. Smug bastard.
Oh, fuck that.
You donât even thinkâyou move. You push him back, grab him by the collar and flip him onto the mattress before he can react. His back hits the bed, and for once, he doesnât resist. He just watches, chest rising and falling beneath his shirt, as you swing a leg over him and settle right where he belongs.
You grip his wrists, pinning them down, and glare at him through your haze of frustration and arousal. "Finish what you started."
Simon huffs a laugh, his fingers flexing beneath yours. "Bossy little thing."
You grind down against his mouth. "Now."
And for once, Simon doesnât argue.
But he doesnât let you have it easy, either.
The second you settle over him, his hands move, big and rough as they grab onto your hips. He drags you forward, forcing you to grind against his mouth, and fuckâ
The first swipe of his tongue makes your back arch, makes your hands clench around his wrists as you try to keep some kind of control. But heâs got none of your patience, none of your hesitationâhe devours you like heâs been waiting for this, tongue flicking against your clit, sucking, then dragging down to fuck into you.
Itâs overwhelming. Too much, too fast, and you try to lift your hips, to slow down, but Simon just growls, tightening his grip, forcing you to take every bit of his attention. Heâs relentless, murmuring filth against your skin, still talking to you, but not to you.
"Knew youâd be sweet like this," he mutters, tongue flicking against your clit again, making you jolt. "Just needed to get you to shut up first."
Your nails dig into his wrists, but youâre trembling now, moans spilling out no matter how much you try to bite them back. You feel him smirk beneath you, feel the pleased rumble in his chest when you roll your hips against his mouth.
"Thatâs it," he praises, voice rough. "Finally got you listeninâ. âBout time you learned your place."
You canât even find it in you to be mad. Youâre too close, too wound up from the teasing, from the way heâs got you writhing on his tongue. You try to grind down harder, to get yourself there, but Simon pulls back, just enough to leave you gasping.
"Gonna cum for me, sweetheart?" he murmurs, lips brushing against your thigh. "Yâgonna beg for it?"
You donât want to. You really donât. But you need it. "Please," you breathe, barely above a whisper.
Simon hums, pretending to consider, then licks into you again, groaning when your hips jolt. "Thatâs my girl."
And when he finally lets you have it, when he sucks your clit into his mouth and fucks you with his tongue until you break apart, he doesnât stop until heâs sure you feel every last second of it.
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First Kiss â Housewardens x gn! reader
summary: your first kiss with your lover.
tw: none.
a/n: teehee. Its hard for me to pick what character I wanna daydream about. Also, can you tell who my fav is? *cough* Vil *cough*
wc: 2.1k (~250 each character)
Master List | Vicehousewardens | The Others
⼠Riddle Rosehearts
The warm sun gently warmed you both. A refreshing breeze softly caressed you, Riddleâs red hair swaying gently as he took a sip of his tea. You felt more than content as Riddleâs gray-blue eyes watched you intently as you rambled about whatever carried your fancy. It was a side of Riddle that few others saw, and you were grateful that he allowed you to, that he was willing to listen to whatever nonsense you spouted. The warmth in your heart burst as he nodded, giving his two cents about the book you spoke of. By the sevens did you want to just give him a little peck. You two were dating, so there was no harm in askingâŚright? Although the two of you had been dating for a bit, the question had caused him to fluster greatly. Cheeks a bright red, mouth gaping, chest heaving. You shouldâve expected such a reaction, it took quite a bit for him to hold your hand without shutting down. To your surprise, he gave you his consent. Leaning over, you couldnât help but find him absolutely adorable. Eyes closed expectantly, lips pursed, cheeks red. You closed the gap, leaving a chaste kiss against his lips before pulling away. When you pulled away he seemed to look both in awe and slight disappointment.Â
âAs my partner, you are allowed to show me your affection in such ways, I only ask you to keep it between us. Otherâs do not need to witness such acts.â
⼠Leona Kingscholar
You were bored. Your phone could no longer hold your attention and you just wanted to do something different. Too bad you had a whole ass lion using you as his personal body pillow. You stared at the familiar ceiling of his room, contemplating on a possible way to sneak out. You loved Leona, really, you didâŚbut your limbs were sore and you felt antsy. So, what better than poking the bear, errâŚlion. You found yourself brushing his hair with your hands, scratching his scalp every so often. When that no longer kept you entertained, you lightly scratched at the base of his ears. His ear twitched, but you continued with your ministrations, a smirk pulling at your lips as a deep rumble was pulled out of him. You only paused when one of his eyes glared at you. When you mentioned you were merely bored and your legs felt like needles were constantly pricking them he only rolled his eyes. Quicker than you could comprehend, he pinned you down below him with a slight huff. His green eyes stared at you for a few moments, as if he was seeking permission, and when you didnât push him away or fight him, he leaned down, connecting your lips in a harsh kiss. He didnât stop until you were breathless, a smug smirk filling his features.
âIs this what you wanted, herbivore? If you want to ruin my sleep then youâll have to compensate me.â
⼠Azul Ashengrotto
You felt like you were going crazy. Azul would take you out on fancy dates, offering you discounts (is it really a discount if you were basically eating for free?) at the Mostro Lounge, and shower you in light forms of affection (kissing the back of your hand, guiding you with a hand on your back, gentlemanly shit), yet you havenât kissed him? Preposterous! It was proving to be a difficult task, as even though you both had been dating for a while, Azul would shy away at any form of affection you showered him with. The good news was that he had become more receptive to it, the key was you both had to be completely alone and it could only be small gestures. A small squeeze of his hand, brushing back a stray hair, hell even giving him a compliment no longer caused him to run away. Sadly, you started to feel greedy, his pink lips always seemed to taunt you, an open invitation to lean over and place your own over his. But you didnât want to overstep any boundaries, you understood how kissing could be a big deal. There was one night, the dim lights highlighting Azulâs beautiful face as he watched you expectantly. He had you taste a new dish that he wanted to add to his menu and it just so happened to be your favorite food. As thanks, you asked him to come closer, a mischievous glint in your eyes. He did so hesitatingly, and felt himself burn up when you placed a kiss on his cheek. Then he felt like he was going to pass out as you pouted stating that you âmissedâ. Against his better judgment, he gave into your pleading, enchanting eyes, leaning in closer as you silently asked for permission. When your lips met his, he thought he was ascending to heaven.
âA-ahem, I-Iâm glad to see that the d-dish was to your l-liking. I-if thereâs anything else I could provide, p-please do not be afraid to ask.â
⼠Kalim Al-Asim
It's a wonder you two havenât kissed yet. You felt so spoiled with how much care and affection Kalim showered you with. He never failed to warm you heart whether it be from his hugs, his solutions if anything ever concerned you, or even just his smile. He was a beaming ray of sunshine, and it kind of intimidated you. Contrary to popular belief, you felt shy under Kalimâs love. You werenât sure if youâd ever get used to the way your heart skipped a beat as he kissed your cheek or refused to let you go. Oh and not to mention the spoiling. You knew you'd never stop the prince from lavishing you with golden jewelry and gems you didnât even want to guess how much they were worth. Honestly, it wasnât good for your poor heartâŚor consciousness. So when Kalim noticed your slightly downtrodden expression at the new ring he slipped on your finger he worried. Was it not to your liking? Was the color wrong? Donât worry! Heâll find you ten more rings that youâll love! âŚwhy did you look even more scared at that suggestion? You deserved all this and more! Poor Kalim, he doesnât know a world without it being at his fingertips, he canât understand your concern. Your heart hurt at his frown, his sad eyes reminded you of a poor puppy that was kicked. With a sigh you relented, it did compliment you nicely. And so, hoping to right the wrong of making Kalim feel sad, you leaned over and gently pecked his lips. It was like nothing had occurred at all as he stared with sparkles in his eyes.
âCould we do that again? How about another? Just one more, pleeeeease~ Haha! Iâm sorry, I just love you so much!â
⼠Vil Schoenheit
It wasnât fair how pretty and charming your boyfriend was. You wouldnât tell him this, but he could run you over and blame you for being in the way and youâd apologize. Yeah, you were a major simp, but you really tried to be normal about it. Honestly, you werenât sure how you managed to bag him, something about how your stupidity was frustratingly charmingâŚin which you showed him your B in potions but he simply rolled his eyes. Aparatenly that proved his point somehow. Anyways! It was one of those rare moments of peace, the two of you watching a movie that Vil had deemed a classic. As much as you tried to pay attention (you know how annoying it is when someone scrolls on their phone during a movie you love), you kept glancing at Vil to see his reactions. You werenât being sneaky by any means, and he wasnât sure if he should be happy you couldnât take your eyes off of him or annoyed that you clearly missed the symbolism that was important to understanding the plot. Yet when you pointed out something even he missedâŚhe was secretly proud. Perhaps you were a better multitasker than you seemed because he had watched that movie plenty of times and missed such a simple thing you pointed out on first view. His heart warmed as you pointed out more details that you liked, and others you didnât completely understand, such a simple moment, yet one he would cherish. And now he was becoming the bad one, eyes straying to your lips while trying to listen to your rambling. He truly wanted your first kiss to be romantic, in a garden with fairy lights or over a fancy dinner, but perhaps this was just as, if not more so romantic. Gently lifting your head up, your words died on your tongue as Vilâs purple eyes stared at you so lovingly. As he inched his face closer to yours, he softly asked if he could kiss you, nearly sending your heart into cardiac arrest. As his soft lips met yours, you felt true bliss for the first time, and as he pulled away with a self assured smirk, cheeks a light pink, you questioned how you managed to achieve a dream like scenario.Â
âIt seems like youâre becoming a bad influence, dear. You want another? Perhaps I can oblige if you can actually focus on the next movie.âÂ
⼠Idia Shroud
Where do I begin? You had been with Idia for nearly a year. You both were on the shy side, getting used to such intimate touches slowly. You can successfully say that you can now hug Idia without him freaking out. In fact, he seemed to seek out your affection, albeit in a backwards way. Heâd act like he hated any form of affection and then proceed to stare daggers at you like he was trying to telepathically ask you to play with his hair. True cat behavior. You showed him the joy of affection and now you had to pay the crime (you did so happily). Idia was laying on your chest playing on his handheld console, you were mindlessly playing with his hair and your eyes kept drifting from your phone to your boyfriend. He was so pretty, you never understood how he thought otherwise. From his fiery blue hair, his yellow determined eyes, to his blue tinted lips. He may be a loser otaku, but that just happened to be your type. Your hand trailed from his bright hair to his pale face, gently caressing his cheeks. He looked over at you, his cheeks turning a light pink, no matter how much love you showered him with he would never get used to the way you made his heart want to rip itself out of his chest. AndâŚoh sevens, were you staring at his lips? Just what was going on in that mind of yours? DidâŚdid you just ask to kiss him?! Hair burning pink and hiding his face in your neck, he felt like his brain was melting. Heâs dreamt of kissing you, how soft your lips may be, the flavor of your chapstickâŚbut actually doing it?! Was your intimacy meter high enough? His charm stats are rock bottom, would he even kiss you right? Wait! H-he didnât say no! Please kiss him⌠Oh, thatâs a lot better than when he practiced kissing his body pillow. Great, youâve got him hooked all over again.
âC-could we do thatâŚagainâŚI-I n-need to grind to get my charm s-stats up.â
⼠Malleus Draconia
For Vil you were the simp, well now the turns have tabled. Malleus is straight up courting you, letting you progress the relationship as youâd like. Youâre only comfortable with holding hands? Thatâs alright, he is more than happy to oblige your requests. You enjoy being hugged? Be prepared for dragon hugs, you canât escape. He would never push you to do anything you werenât comfortable with. Honestly, he was expecting your first kiss to be at the altar of your weddingâŚyeah heâs a bit of a traditionalist. So donât expect him to make the first move, heâs content with any and all affection you're willing to give. And poor you, you constantly found yourself with cute aggression when youâre with your boyfriend. He was just so cute! You wanted to squish his cheeks and squeeze him as tightly as possible (he wouldnât mind, it's not like you could hurt him). You found yourself once again with a wave of cute aggression as Malleus pouted at the phone he currently held. You were teaching him how to use it and it was a bit harder than you realized. I mean even your mom got the concepts quicker than himâŚbut you suppose your mom wasnât a century year old fae. The feeling became so strong you couldnât stop yourself from smushing his cheeks, causing his bright green eyes to stare at you in surprise that quickly turned into fondness. Letting your instincts fully take over, you brought his face closer, pressing your lips together. You had tried to pull away, but Malleus followed you, taking over and kissing you possessively. He wasnât letting you go anytime soon.
âI apologize, child of man. I canât seem to hold myself back when it comes to you.â
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hello kind person i rlly loved ur clark kent fic bc i think superman needs a good dicking every now and then (read: as much as possible as i can give bc he deserves all the love) i was wondering if you write for nightwing too? 𼺠bc i believe in that manâs sub potential, nay, HE IS ONE!!!!!! (<- sub nightwing/dick grayson truther)
if not, its totally chill! just wanted to know what other dc guys u write for ehe đŤśđĽ°

(I have written for Damian Wayne before as well + i love how sweet you are)
Tangled in Blue
pairing: dick grayson X top reader
(not really a) warning: fluffy smut, creampie
The door creaked open around midnight, and you didnât even need to look up to know who it was. The low huff of breath, the heavy drop of boots just inside the entry, the subtle clink of gear hitting the floor. All told you that Dick GraysonâNightwingâhad finally decided to crash after whatever insanity tonightâs patrol had brought.
"You're late," you said softly, setting your book down.
Dick gave you a lazy grin, mask off, suit unzipped halfway down his chest, revealing bruises in shades of violet and fading yellow. "Gotham doesn't exactly sleep y'know."
You stood, walking over slowly. "And you didnât text."
He leaned in like it was instinct, letting you cup his cheek and brush your thumb just under his eye where the mask had left a faint red line. âI knew you'd worry. But Iâm fine, promise.â
Your fingers slid down to his chest, then the suit, tugging it lower. âYou look like hell, Grayson.â
His smirk sharpened. âStill think Iâm pretty, though.â
You didnât answer. You just kissed him.
It started softâslow, searchingâbut quickly turned to something hungrier. He melted against you, all taut muscle and adrenaline buzzing just beneath the surface, like he was vibrating from holding it all in.
Somehow ypu both managed to make your way to your shared bedroom. So you pushed him gently until he fell back onto your bed. âSit.â
He obeyed, smirking again, but you caught the flicker of relief in his eyes. He clearly wanted you to take the lead tonight.
âYouâre cocky for someone covered in bruises,â you murmured, pushing him back onto the bed and straddling his hips.
He hummed, hands resting on your thighs. âStill got some fight left in me.â
You leaned down, noses brushing. âGood. I like you noisy.â
When you rolled your hips down, he gaspedâhis head falling back with a groan that shot straight through you.
âYou like that?â you teased, grinding slow, watching him fall apart piece by piece beneath you.
His voice was already ragged. âFuck⌠yeah. Do it again.â
You leaned down and licked a stripe up his neck, biting just under his jaw. âThatâs not how you ask.â
"Fuck me please," He groaned out.
That was all the permission you needed.
You dragged his suit the rest of the way off, kissing every new patch of skin you uncoveredâhis ribs, his hips, the sharp V that made your mouth water.
As you made your way to finger him your fingers were blocked by something large. You pulled out a blue plug making him wince slightly as you did so.
" You had this in you for your whole patrol ?" You grinned and of course Grayson smirked back unfazed.
"I was just keeping myself stretched for you." He grabbed your joggers impatiently pulled them down to reveal your throbbing cock already leaving copious amounts of precum. "Hurry up and put it in me already." He demanded.
"Fine." You relented grabbing your cock to line yourself up with his pink hole - that was just ready for you.
Pushing all of your girthy length in you both groaned simultaneously. You had forgotten how good his hole felt wrapped around you. By now he was like the perfect onahole for you.
âShitââ His hands grabbed at the sheets, muscles twitching. âFeels so good. You fill me up so good." He moaned out.
You set a pace that had him gasping and clinging, you fucked him slow and deep. All he could do was squeeze around you as he writhed on your sheets. Every time he tried to slyly escape you pushed him back onto your dick.
âJust relax and take it baby," You breathed out. âYouâve done enough tonight.â
His eyes fluttered shut, lashes damp, breath catching as your rolled your hips hitting his sweet spot every time.
âYouâre always holding it together,â You whispered leaning over to press hickeys onto his skin. âBut not tonight. I want to see you fall apart for me.â
And he did.
Dick lewdly moaned your name like it was a prayer, his dick leaking onto his stomach, as you pushed him closer and closer.
âIâIâm closeâplease donât stopââ
âThen give it to me, sweetheart,â you purred. âCome for me.â
One more deep grind, and he shatteredâcrying out your name as he came, muscles locking up and eyes wide with desperate need.
You didnât stop until his body trembled and he whimpered, wrung out and boneless beneath you. You came soon after, as you guys hadn't bothered with a condom you filled him up deep making him shudder at the sensation.
You watched as he held a hand over his flat stomach. "Why is your dick so big.. ." He murmered, completely spent.
You collapsed next to him, kissing his sweat-damp curls as he buried his face in your neck, whining.
âHoly shit,â he whispered, voice hoarse. âI love you.â
You smiled, wrapping your arms around him. âI know.â
He grinned weakly. âCocky.â
You nudged him gently. âTakes one to know one.â

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the og bloodline  / bloodline property (part one)
jey uso / jimmy uso / roman reigns / solo sikoa x fem!reader word count â 4k summary â you belong to the bloodline, in every sense of the word. and your job is to serve. links â masterlist / bloodline property (part two) tags â multiple partners, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, hair-pulling, praise kink, daddy kink, possessive behavior, hickies, dom/sub dynamics, vaginal sex, creampie, begging, light choking, crying, overstimulation
âFuck, you feel perfect,â Jey groaned in your ear, his hands braced on either side of your head as he continued to thrust into you. You opened your legs wider to provide more access, allowing him to grind deeper, the tip of his cock now kissing your cervix.Â
Jey always started with you first. He was so good at getting you open and relaxed, so much sweeter in comparison to his brothers. He was always gentle, pressing chaste kisses against your cheek as he made sure you felt good. With Jey, it wasnât just sex. He wanted to make you happy. Wanted you to enjoy it.Â
âYou gonâ hurry the fuck up or what?â You heard Jimmy snap, always impatient.Â
Jey threw an annoyed glance over his shoulder. âChill out, uce. We ainât in a rush.â
Jimmy let out a huff, pacing the length of the room in frustration. âYou takinâ too fuckinâ long. She needs a real man to show her whatâs up.â
Jey curled his lip, a scathing remark on his tongue, before Romanâs booming voice interrupted them. âYou'll get your turn soon enough.â
You couldnât see him, not as Jey kept you caged between his arms, impaled on his cock, but Roman's next words left no room for argument. âEnough with the bickering."Â
The twins obeyed, though you could still see the annoyance on Jeyâs face as he looked back down at you.Â
âJust ignore him, babygirl,â he whispered, peppering your neck with soft kisses. âYou know I ainât gonâ leave you hanginâ. You know I always give you whatchu want.â
He always did.Â
You felt his hand reach down between the two of you, his long fingers finding that small, sensitive bud with ease. You felt sparks shoot down your spine at his touch, your legs falling open further just so you could feel more.Â
He chuckled against your skin, picking up the pace of both his hips and his fingers, pushing you closer and closer to your release.Â
He leaned up and brushed his lips against yours. They were soft, his kiss gentle as he continued to fuck into you, his fingers playing so perfectly with your clit that you found yourself writhing against him.Â
You threw your head back and searched for Roman, your mouth open as soft moans fell from your lips.Â
âPlease, Daddy,â you begged, your thighs beginning to shake. âPlease, can I come?âÂ
The Tribal Chief was the only one who could grant you permission and you were pleased when you heard him off to the side, out of your line of vision, say, âYou can come, pretty girl.â
The orgasm was perfect. It always was with Jey. Pleasure unfurled from your core as you sank deeper into the mattress, your muscles relaxing as the tension released. Jey wasnât far behind, his hips stuttering against yours.Â
âGonna fill you up, babygirl,â he gasped in your ear and that was the only warning you got before you felt him paint your walls white, warmth spreading inside of you at the feeling. He let out a contented sigh, continuing to press sweet kisses into your skin.Â
âYou did so good, sweetheart,â he murmured, placing another kiss against your lips. You offered him a lazy smile, your eyes still glazed over from the pleasure heâd given you.Â
âAlright, alright, come on, uce. Move it.â Jimmy was already at your side, shoving at Jey in an effort to get him off of you.Â
Jey scowled, but he slowly pulled out of you, your body shivering from the feeling of emptiness.Â
âWill you chill out for two fucking seconds? Jesus, you act like you ainât ever gonâ get a turn.âÂ
âI been waitinâ all day. And I ainât got time to sit here while you doinââŚwhatever that was.â
âMan, if you donât-â
âEnough.â Romanâs voice quickly shut them up. He was used to this. The twins almost always bickered when they fucked you together. It was just their way. They were too competitive. And a little too possessive for someone they were meant to share.Â
Jey threw you a cheeky wink before finally climbing off of you, Jimmy already tangling his fingers into your hair and pulling you up to meet him.Â
âBeen waitinâ to fuck this pretty pussy all day, little girl,â he growled, quickly hauling you to your feet. Jey preferred to fuck you in missionary, his face close to yours so he could kiss you and watch your eyes cross in pleasure. Jimmy, on the other hand, almost always fucked you from behind, holding you out on display for the entire world to see. He enjoyed grabbing you by the hair, your tits bouncing as he pounded into you from the back.Â
As he manhandled you into position, you met Romanâs gaze. He was sitting in the chair near the door, watching you with hooded eyes as Jimmy shoved you forward onto the bed, his hands gripping your hips brutally as he lined up behind you.Â
The Tribal Chief was generous and usually let his cousins go first on nights like this. He wasnât hurried, knowing that youâd be begging for his cock by the end of it anyways. You may be Bloodline property, but Roman was the chief. You belonged to him.Â
Jimmy pushed into you, his cock thicker than Jeyâs, causing your back to arch at the feeling. He let out a chuckle, grabbing a fistful of your hair. âSo fucking tight,â he hissed, beginning to pump in and out of you. âYou sure you fucked her, Jey?âÂ
âFuck off, man.âÂ
You glanced over and saw that Jey was standing near Solo, both of them watching as Jimmy pounded into you from behind. Solo was always difficult to read, his eyes dark as he stared at you. Had it been a few months ago, you wouldnât have known what he was thinking. Now you knew that the distinctive twinkle in his eye was lust, the barest, imperceptible tick of a jaw the only sign of his impatience.Â
Heâd have a turn after Jimmy. That was how things usually went. If the Bloodline was anything, it was traditional. All four men were creatures of habit, which is perhaps why it hadnât taken long for you to learn their routine, easily falling into their lifestyle. It had been difficult at first, managing all of their varying personalities, their different schedules, but you had learned.Â
Now as Jimmy continued to drill into you from the back, the tug on your hair bordering on painful, you were reminded of the very first lesson you had learned with them: you belonged to the Bloodline, in every sense of the word. They had claimed you. Owned you. Body and soul.Â
Jimmy shifted the angle of his hips, and you felt stars explode across your vision as he hit your g-spot with devastating accuracy, your knees almost buckling from how good it felt.
Jimmy pulled tighter on your hair and your mouth fell open, soft moans spilling from your parted lips. You heard Jimmy chuckle, his other hand gripping your hip so hard you knew it would bruise.Â
âWhat a good slut,â he snarled, his pace relentless as he bullied you towards your next orgasm. âYou gonna come on this dick?âÂ
You tried to nod but his grip on your hair made it impossible. Jimmy growled, smacking your ass for good measure as he kept up the brutal pace. The roughness of his thrusts combined with his incessant abuse against your g-spot had you spiraling towards orgasm. Again.Â
âPlease, Daddy,â you begged, meeting the Tribal Chiefâs gaze as Jimmy pulled on your hair so hard again tears sprung into your eyes. âPlease, can I come?â
Romanâs eyes were dark, his face unreadable as he replied. âCome again, sweetheart.âÂ
You felt the tension inside you snap, Jimmy wringing the orgasm from your body with each sharp thrust of his hips. Your walls contracted around him, causing him to groan.Â
âThatâs right, little girl. Imma finish right here inside you. Right where I belong. Fuck!âÂ
Jimmy yanked at your hair so hard that you were forced to stand, his hands now wrapping around your neck as he pulled you back against his chest. His grip tightened and you felt him release inside you, a new warmth spreading between your legs as he finished.Â
The world was still for a moment, your ears ringing like a jet had just flown by, until Jimmy finally relaxed, slowly loosening his fingers from the tight grip heâd kept on your neck.Â
âGood girl,â he praised, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. He slowly pulled out of you, and you whimpered, feeling some of his come leak out and trickle down your leg. Jimmy chuckled, pressing another kiss into your hair. This was the only time he was sweet like his twin, the post-orgasmic bliss making him tender and soft. You melted in his arms, allowing him to lay you softly back on the bed. He gently pushed you back against a pillow, his hands warm against your heated skin. âYou always so good for me, pretty girl.âÂ
You leaned into his touch and Jimmy smiled, brushing a few stray hairs from your face. He soon moved away, another hand now on your face, this one much bigger.Â
âYou feeling good, sweetheart?â The Tribal Chiefâs voice was low in your ear, sending shivers down your spine as his breath fanned across your neck. âNeed your Daddy to take care of you?âÂ
You let out a low whine, already reaching out for him, despite the gooey feeling in your arms. You heard Roman let out a chuckle, sitting up against the headboard and pulling you into his lap. You went easily, allowing his strong arms to wrap around you and bring you closer, your legs falling on either side of his hips to straddle him.Â
You realized now that things were not following their usual order. Usually, it was Solo who went next, leaving hickies and marks across your neck and chest as he fucked into you. You turned around instinctively to look for him, your brow furrowed in worry.Â
âAw, you worried about Solo, babygirl?â Romanâs tone was patronizing, roughly grabbing your chin to look back at him. âDonât want him to feel left out?âÂ
You whimpered as he kept a tight grip on your chin, his eyes blazing with intensity as he looked up at you. âItâs alright, sweetheart,â he murmured, releasing your chin to cup your cheek. âSolo will get his turn. I just couldnât wait any longer. You looked too perfect tonight. I just couldnât help myselfâŚâÂ
He ran his hands across your body, admiring the way you reacted to his touch, your hips already rolling forward to meet the erection that was nudging against your inner thigh. He allowed you to take what you wanted, sinking onto his cock with ease, your toes curling at the full feeling inside of you.Â
âGood girl,â he praised, running his hands along your sides, his face now close to yours as he pressed sweet kisses against your jaw. âYou like sitting in Daddyâs lap?âÂ
You nodded, reaching out to touch the beautifully sculpted muscles of his chest as you began to move your hips, never taking your eyes off his.Â
The Tribal Chief was smirking at you, his large hands encircling your torso. âSuch an eager slut, arenât you, baby? Already been fucked twice and you still want more?âÂ
You rolled your hips again in answer to his question, the feeling of him inside you erasing all thoughts from your brain, bliss overtaking your body. He always made you feel like this, his cock so thick and long that it completely filled you up, hitting that perfect spot inside of you with every thrust, no matter the angle. You could have sworn your insides had morphed to fit him perfectly and he seemed to agree.Â
âJust like you were made for me. Such a good girl for your Tribal Chief.âÂ
Your eyes fluttered at his praise, rolling your head back as he pressed wet kisses to your exposed neck, teeth nipping at the pulse point beneath your jaw. You felt yourself clench around him and he laughed, reaching around to grab a handful of your ass as you began to grind on top of him.Â
âYou gonna ride me, pretty girl?â Romanâs voice was a low growl, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips. âGonna take what you want from me?âÂ
âYes, please,â you moaned, grinding further down so your clit could make contact with his skin. âPlease, Daddy. I want you so bad.âÂ
He laughed, the sound rumbling through the large expanse of his chest. ââAtta girl,â he praised, allowing you to control the pace. âTake what you want. Iâm all yours, sweetheart.âÂ
Yours. Yours. Yours.Â
You lifted your hips and sank down again, gratified to hear the Tribal Chief make a pleased sound beneath you. You donât often get him to ride him like this. Heâs normally grabbing you and taking what he wants, almost always manhandling you to show off his incredible strength. Seeing him laid beneath you, his arm slung lazily behind his head as he watched you bounce up and down was rare. And you wanted to enjoy it.Â
You planted your hands against his tattooed chest, attempting to gain more leverage to lift yourself higher, moaning at the feeling of his dick splitting you open as you straddled him. You picked up the pace, the feeling of him inside you sending tendrils of pleasure shooting across your body.Â
âThatâs it,â Roman encouraged, using his free hand to keep you steady above him, his touch keeping you grounded. âDonât hurt yourself now. Iâm not going anywhere, pretty girl.âÂ
You obeyed, slowing your movements, but only a little. You rocked up and down, throwing your head back in pleasure. He made you feel so good. You werenât sure how it was possible to feel this good, your skin tingling all over, soft pants falling from your open mouth as you rode him.Â
âGreedy thing, ainât she, uce?â You heard Jimmyâs voice somewhere behind you, but you could hardly focus on it, tension beginning to coil inside you for a third time as you took what the Tribal Chief offered you.Â
Roman chuckled at his words, watching you with amusement as you bounced on his dick in desperation, chasing your own pleasure.Â
âSo greedy she needs four men to take care of her, isnât that right, sweetheart?âÂ
You nodded at his words though you were having difficulty hearing him, your own heartbeat in your ears.Â
Roman growled and pulled you closer, no longer lounging against the headboard as he wrapped his arms around you. This angle pushed him deeper inside and you gasped, stars exploding across your vision.Â
He began moving his own hips, thrusting up into you with easy strength, one of his hands tangling in your hair. He was impossibly deep now, and you felt your pussy spasm at the feeling.Â
âI know I let you fuck my cousins,â he growled in your ear, your pussy clamping down on him as he thrust into you harder. âBut who do you really belong to? Who owns you, pretty girl?âÂ
You were barely moving on your own now, Roman now fully taking control and shoving his cock deeper and deeper into you until you felt like you might pass out. Still, you somehow found the words he wanted to hear. âYou, Daddy. I belong to you.âÂ
The grip on your hair tightened and you felt his cock twitch inside of you. He was close. And so were you.Â
âPlease,â you pleaded, your voice barely a whisper. âPlease, can I come, Daddy? Please?âÂ
âCome, pretty girl. Come on your Daddyâs dick.âÂ
This orgasm was brutal, your thighs shaking in pleasure beneath Romanâs large hands. You felt yourself gush around his massive length, triggering his own finish. You heard him let out a groan, his grip on you tightening as he came.Â
He pumped a few more times into you, just to ensure that you took every last drop of his seed, before finally holding you still, his breath warm against your neck.Â
âGood girl,â he praised, releasing the grip on your hair and allowing your head to fall against his shoulder. âSuch a good slut. You did so well.âÂ
Your limbs felt heavy, your body now sensitive after three orgasms so close together. You shivered as Roman pulled out of you, more come dribbling out of your leaking cunt onto the bed below. Your breath was shaky, your muscles trembling from exertion.Â
âCome get her, Solo. Sheâs ready for you.âÂ
You could barely register the Tribal Chiefâs words, suddenly feeling your body being lifted off of him and into someone elseâs arms. Soloâs arms. You immediately relaxed, nuzzling against his neck, body limp as he carried you.Â
He set you down gently against the mattress, propping you up against a pillow before climbing on top of you without much preamble. You opened your eyes to look up at him, feeling butterflies in your stomach as you met his intense gaze. His dark eyes were fiery, his jaw clenched as he looked down at you. His gold chain dangled in front you, glinting in the bedroom light.
âSolo,â you breathed, his name easy on your lips. He hardly ever spoke to you, but you had learned that he appreciated it when you spoke to him, even if he didnât always show it. You reached up and placed a hand against his cheek, offering him a smile.Â
âShe looks so fucked out, uce,â you heard one of the twins say. âThink you can get her to come again? She might be done.âÂ
Soloâs eyes narrowed, the only sign that he was annoyed at his brotherâs words. You knew that he didnât mind fucking you like this, your body soft and pliable beneath his large hands, so easy for him to manhandle into any position he wants.
When he pressed his thick cock into you, you felt your eyes roll back into your head, the feeling bordering the fine line between pain and pleasure.Â
He was thicker than all of them and you usually had to take at least one of his brothers first just to prepare yourself. Even now youâd taken three dicks, and you still werenât prepared for the burn as he stretched you out, small puffs of air escaping from your parted lips.Â
Solo let out a low groan as he gave you another inch, his mouth already latching onto your neck as he suckled a bruise against your skin. He loved marking you up, more possessive than either of his brothers. He wanted the whole world to know that you were his, more than happy to mottle your neck and chest with bruises. He finally bottomed out and you let out a whimper at the feeling, the burn at being stretched by his massive girth positively delicious. But he didnât move. You met his gaze and saw that he was looking at you, almost expectantly. He wanted to hear it. Wanted to know that you needed him.Â
âPlease, Solo,â you begged, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer. âI need it. I need you. Please.âÂ
His eyes darkened and before you fully realized it, he was pulling out and ramming back in, the thrust sending tendrils of pleasure up your spine as his thick cock massaged your walls. You couldnât help the embarrassing whine that escaped your throat, overstimulation prickling at your exhausted muscles.Â
Solo continued to grind into you, his lips attaching themselves to your neck again, another bruise blossoming beneath his mouth. Solo had always been good at keeping you right on the edge between pain and pleasure, whether it was his massive cock splitting you open or his lips suckling a bruise beneath your jaw. It always left you head spinning, the feeling so euphoric that you almost feel like youâre floating.Â
His teeth grazed the delicate skin against your windpipe, and you moaned again, wrapping your legs around his waist just to pull him closer to you.Â
âNeed you so bad, Solo,â you pleaded, looking back up at him in desperation. âPlease, I canâtâŚI canât-â
Another one of his thrusts had you whining, pleasure licking across your tired limbs like wildfire. Your nails dug into his shoulder as you pulled him close, the sound of his name leaving your lips spurring him on as he continued to drill into you.
Solo leaned down and you felt his lips ghost across the shell of your ear. âYou want me, pretty girl?â he asked, his voice so low that only you could hear. You let out a gasp as he dragged across your g-spot, his thrusts sending you closer and closer to the edge.Â
âI want you so bad,â you whimpered, pressing small kisses against his neck. âPlease, I need you. Give it to me, please. PleaseâŚâ
You couldnât speak anymore. Not as his hips snapped against yours, tension growing in your abdomen at the feel of him inside you. He reached around and grabbed one of your thighs, pushing it forward to allow better access to your puffy cunt. A strangled moan escaped your lips, and you felt like he was splitting you in half, your g-spot so abused by now that you werenât sure you could take it anymore.Â
You opened your mouth, trying to form the words on your lips, but you couldnât. Your head felt empty, Soloâs cock pistoning in and out of you with such force that you knew you wouldnât be able to walk again for days.Â
âDaddy,â you managed to whisper, your eyes glazing over as Solo grunted, raising up your other leg to push you into a full mating press. A strangled scream ripped from your throat and tears sprung into your eyes. You were completely helpless beneath him now, pinned to the bed beneath his massive weight, his cock feeling like it was sawing you in half.Â
The tension inside you was coiling again, but you still couldnât find the words to ask for permission, your head feeling as though it were stuffed with cotton. There was only one word you could think of.Â
âDaddy.âÂ
You repeated his name like a mantra, your body no longer your own as Solo drilled into you, your legs next to your ears.Â
âWhat is it, sweetheart?âÂ
You heard the Tribal Chiefâs voice and almost wept at the sound.Â
âDaddy, please.â You still couldnât find the words, your eyes unable to focus on anything except Soloâs dark eyes, dangerously close to the edge of your fourth orgasm.Â
âUse your words, princess. What do you need?â The Tribal Chiefâs voice was soft, and you felt your entire body tense.Â
âI canâtâŚâ You gasped, Soloâs face blurring as tears began to fall. âPleaseâŚI canâtâŚâÂ
âYes, you can.â Romanâs voice was firmer now, and you knew it would displease him if you came without permission. âTell me what you need, and Iâll give it to you.âÂ
Soloâs hand found your clit and you screamed again, though this time you used your words. âPlease, can I come? Please, please, please.âÂ
âCome, slut.âÂ
Your vision went white. The pleasure was so intense that your entire body shook, walls spasming helplessly around Soloâs massive cock. You wanted to move, but you were still pinned to the bed, your feet still by your ears as Solo held you down. You were vaguely aware of the sounds you were making, alternating between high-pitched whines and fucked-out whimpers. You might have been embarrassed if it didnât feel so fucking good.Â
âSo fuckinâ pretty when you come,â Solo grunted in your ear, finally spilling into you as he chased his own pleasure, coating your insides with his seed.Â
You werenât sure what happened after that. Your vision was blurry with tears, your throat hoarse from your screams. You felt Solo finally release you, leaning up and allowing your legs to fall back onto the bed. You felt his come trickle from your abused hole, all mixed together from the multiple loads youâd taken from his brothers and cousin.Â
You felt someoneâs lip on your forehead, pressing a tender kiss to your fevered brow. âSuch a good girl.â he murmured, his tone soft. âYou serve my bloodline so well.âÂ
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next part: bloodline property (part two)
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Note: THEYâRE BACK!!! LOLLL I LUV THEM!! I desperately need to start doing some asks omg⌠Again, Iâm doing them like this since itâs not glitchy when I save it and stuff, but if youâd like to go see the original or whateves, âclick hereâ to check it out! Anywho, is it just me or has these two become comfort charactersâŚ? Like we already love Caleb but Camboy!Caleb and his wifeâŚMY BAES!! I even feel like pink is their color. They exist somewhere out in the world, Iâm sure đ. Thank you for the request, luvly. I hope you enjoy!
Remember, HIS WIFE IS CHUBBY!!! LUV HER DOWNNN!!!
Creds to @/strangergraphics for the dividers!
Warning: Smut, sex is being recorded to publish online
Word Count: 2.5K
Camboy!Caleb/Reader - First Time
You were sitting on top of your husband, his hands hungrily gliding up and down your back as your tongues worked to taste each other. It was easy for him to get you like thisânaked, in bed, and aching for his cock. But what brought you here this time?
The memories that surrounded your mind when you thought about the way he loved on you.
Only a few moments ago, you and him were relaxing and watching a movie together in the living room. Like usual, his head was on your lap as your fingers played in his hair the way he likes, and it was when you saw the diamonds of your wedding ring catch in the light of the media playing on the TV, that this surge of love sparked inside of you.
You began to think of all the moments you had with him. Like when he drove all the way to see you in person for the first time, when he called you every single day until you moved in together for him to somehow make it an occurrence that happens twice, and when he looked at you with such love and asked you to marry him.
He has single handedly changed your life for the better and you were so in love with him that it made your eyes water no matter when you thought about it. This man is the reason you see your body in a way you never did, why you now had a confidence that nobody could shakeâwhy you were more than glad to have paid $30 for his monthly subscription, because it has turned into a lifetime of happiness.
After you leaned down and kissed the side of his neck, he turned to look at you with a smile. Once you whispered the words, âCan weâŚhead to bed?â he already knew what you wanted and he was more than ready to give it to you.
So he took you where you wanted to go, stripped the both of you of your clothes and you climbed on top of him. The sounds of your sloppy kisses only made your pussy wetter the more desperate it became. Each time cock brushed against your stomach, your insides tingled with the need to have him inside of you. But you cherished the moments like this where despite how needy you or him could be, you didnât rush. Savoring it was always important.
Your heart was pumping in your chest like his name was carved into it when you told him breathlessly in between kisses, âI wanna record it.â
Your husband pulled back, his face flushed and his soft hair messy from the way your hands found purchase within the strands. He licked his lips before answering you.
âOkay,â he grinned. âWe can save it to look at it later like the other ones.â
Youâve filmed yourselves fucking before. Thatâs why heâs not thrown off by your request. But with those videos, they were private because you were in them. Caleb would never post them without your permission and he was 100% okay if you never wanted that. He kind of preferred it that way when it came to those. They were sacred to him.
With Caleb being a camboy, he is very comfortable with anything related to sex and his body. For a man like him, youâre far from surprised. But he made it very clear that there was never any pressure or expectations for you to film yourself with him just because youâre his wife. No matter how many comments begged for something with you two, if it wasnât what you wanted, it wouldnât happen.
You shake your head, giggling when he kisses your jaw. âI want to post it to your page.â
Caleb turned into a deer in headlights. Part of you freaked out about it, too. âW-we donât have to. I didnât mean toââ
âNo, baby,â he soothes the worries he evidently sees swirling in your eyes. âForgive me. I justâŚwas shocked. I didnât expect you to say that. But Iâm definitely not opposed to it.â
âI think Iâm ready. Obviously I trust you, and your fans seem really nice. And I think itâs hot.â
âYeah?â he smirks, his hands grabbing your ass. âI think so, too. But I want you to make sure youâre absolutely certain. Your safety and peace of mind means everything to me. Once youâre up there, youâre there, pretty. Nothing to be ashamed of, just something to be positive about.â
Itâs like thereâs an angel sitting on your shoulder, staring at him with you like heâs the dreamiest man to ever grace the planet. And he is.
âIâm sure,â you nod after letting his words marinate. âYou already take care of me. Should I not want to do it anymore or something, I know youâve got me.â
âOf course I do.â His chest fuels with pride at how well heâs made you understand that he will always have your backâthat heâll always make sure youâre good.
âLet me get my phone.â
You climb off of him, watching how he leaves to grab his phone that he left in the living room. Youâre happy to not feel any hesitation or relentless second-guessing in your mind when Caleb comes back, his still hard cock making you blush even if youâve seen and had it in you too many times to count.
âRemember our safe word?â he gestures for you to stand and come to him.
âApple,â you confirm, nuzzling your cheek in his hands when he holds your face.
âGood girl. At any point you want me to stop recording or you want to back out for any reason, you say that word and everything stops. Now, how do you want me?â
You press your lips together as you hum in thought, not even noticing how Caleb just stares. Heâs so in love with you.
âDoggy? Itâll make a good angle and all that.â
âThen thatâs what itâll be.â
He opens the app he posts his content to so that he can make a quick announcement, showing it to you before he releases it.
Surprise video tonight. Itâs a special one. Stay tuned.
âGets them going,â he chuckles before tossing the phone on the bed. âLet me get you to myself a little bit.â
He leans down to kiss you delicately, your nipples tightening and your pussy desperate for him all over again. Even his cock never went soft.
You whimper against his lips, alternating between the bottom and the top. He lifts your leg to hook onto his hip and presses into you so hard that youâre certain he could slip inside of you with no hands in this moment if he wanted to.
âYou still wet for me?â
âMhm,â you mumble. His hands dig into your plush flesh like heâs addicted to the way that you feel in them.
âGet where I need you, baby.â
You canât help but to sloppily peck his lips a few more times before you make your way to the bed and bend over it.
âYou donât have to do anything different, okay? Talk how we usually do, feel me how you usually do. This is still us.â
âYeahâŚokay.â With that reassurance, you arch your back at the edge of the soft mattress, feeling how your pussy opens up for him like it obeys his presence alone. From where he stands, he reaches over from behind you to grab the phone and tells you heâs about to start before he presses the red button to begin.
Itâs dim in the room besides the small lamp you have on, until the flash from the phone and the sound effect of a video in progress shifts the atmosphere.
He holds the phone in one hand and his cock with the other, inching closer to your waiting cunt. Caleb was already hard when he was prepared to fuck you nice and slow with you on top of him, but all the blood rushed to his dick when you told him you wanted to record and post it. He didnât want to overwhelm you with his excitement, so he kept it casual and made sure you felt safe before anything. On the inside? He was elated.
âYou really are soaked,â he says teasingly. Your body shivers when he takes his tip, rubbing up and down the slit of your puffy lips.
âC-CalebâŚFuckâŚâ you shakily breathe out. You feel so much more sensitive for some reasonâbut you love it.
âFeels good?â He pushes forward so he nudges your clit to make you jolt. He can see the goosebumps pepper down your back and it makes him feel honored to bring your beautiful body such pleasure.
âSo goodâŚâ
He tries to make sure the camera can see and hear how your slick clings to his cock like you do each other. Starting with your hole, he collects your juices and gingerly smears it up and down slowly. Sometimes heâll make you think heâs about to slide inside so your cunt will clench in preparation to suck him in. He can never explain why he likes seeing you try.
âLook how badly she wants me,â he coos. âYou want me too, baby? You want your husband?â
âI want my husband so bad,â you whine, pushing your ass back to make him give you want you want. âPlease give me your cock, baby. I canâtâŚPleaseâŚâ
âPush back for me a little more.â
Desperately, you follow directions. Then when you feel his cock right where youâre ready to beg him to be, you move your hips back at the same time he surges his forward. The sheets in your hands are balled up when he bottoms out.
âYesâŚyesâŚâ you cry and make your back bend more to take him deeper.
âWe feel so good together, pretty.â Caleb wonât tell you how he nearly dropped his phone when your warmth covered him, but heâs sure the slight shakiness in the video will reveal that. When he moves back a little bit to see how your slick coats his length, the flashlight makes the beautiful sight glisten.
He canât wait any longer than you can as he begins to fuck into you slowly to appease your aching pussy before his left hand grips your waist the harder he begins to pummel your heat. Your ass ripples off his pelvis with every purposeful thrust, making him slap it to watch his own personal tidal wave grow.
Your moans are far from exaggerated when his cock slides smoothly in and out of you. Caleb then takes his hand, sliding it up from your hip to move up and down your back. The simple band of his silver wedding ring with your initials engraved in the side with your arms splayed above your head and your giant diamond on your finger, is the perfect image of how much you own each other. Of how untied you are in your love.
The gentle sting of him rutting into you has you drooling unapologetically. The way he grunts and tells you how pretty you look, hardwires your brain to understand that you will always belong to him. Thereâs nowhere else youâd rather be.
âMy pussy is so good to me,â he grinds into you, his voice ragged from the bliss taking over his body. âSheâs about to come. I feel it.â
The mix of his precum and your wetness makes a mess between your legs the closer you get. Knowing that this something hundredsâmaybe thousandsâ will be seeing, makes you feel unstoppable. And itâs all because of your man.
âCalebâŚIâm gonna come, donât stopâŚâ Your forehead presses into the sheets that smell like you and him. âRight thereâŚiâm gonnaââ His cock curves up when he shifts his hips to hit that spot that has you feeling like he took the stars and moon from the skies to make it yours everytime he causes you to feel this good.
âLet them see, baby. Give me what I like.â
All anyone watching the video will hearâbesides the praising and the exchange of loveâis the continuously slapping of skin and the way your weeping cunt tells everyone what he does to you.
His breath grows heavier the closer his orgasm gets when you keep squeezing him after drenching his length. Once his hips start to stutter, despite your sensitivity, you force yours back to help push his cum out.
âOh, fffuckâŚâ he bites his lip at your actions, his breath hitching when his load abruptly shoots out to make itself at home inside your walls and womb. You squeeze every drop out of his thick cock, feeling the spurts pump into your used and pleased body.
Gently he pulls out after he lets himself catch his breath as you shudder beneath him. You feel his warm cum leak out of your hole when heâs separated from you, falling forward and down your lips before slowly dripping onto the floor from the angle youâre in. Caleb lowers the phone so everyone will be able to see something so fucking beautiful. He knows youâre tired, but he feels like heâs already getting hard again just looking at the way your pussy quivers.
He immediately ends the nearly seven minute video, trying to ignore the aching pulse in his cock again at how you sway your hips.
âWeâll watch it together and you tell me if you still want to post it, alright?â he comforts you, helping you stand and kissing your neck.
You nod. âDid I do good?â
âBaby,â he caresses your sides. âYou were fucking perfect. The camera was made for you.â
You sleepilyâon shaky legsâturn around to wrap your arms around his neck and press your lips to his sweetly. âI feel so safe with you. Thank you for giving me that.â
You canât explain why youâre so sappy right now, but Caleb loves and appreciates it. âThank you for letting me be the one to do it.â He kisses your nose. âLetâs get cleaned up.â
âPlease.â
Two weeks later, the video amassed over 700K viewsâso far. Itâs more than anything Caleb has ever gotten on a singular piece of content heâs posted on his own. Here are some of the comments:
chubbyluvr:HEâS MARRIED?!?
iluv2cum:this is the hottest video on the internet..
itsjust4fun:did you hear how he talked to herâŚâŚ
cumminwithnoregrets: i knew he talked you through it but holy shitâŚ
im0pen4business: the way she cries for himâŚtheyâre so hot
imn0rmal1sw3ar: THE RINGSâŚTHEIR RINGSâŚ
acidicluva: i need a part two. and three. with me in between.
pu$$yfairy: and if i said i need that?
luckycUm: i donât know who to be jealous of
c0ckadmirer: heâs so sweet with herâŚiâm gonna be sick
calebst0pspenda: if heâs this filthy when heâs being sweet, imagine when heâs rough
iluv2cum: @calebst0pspenda spectacular, i need this in 4K
sleepygurlll: THE CUM ROLLING DOWN. WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THIS.
iluvlove: chat, how do we gate keep them?
lifeis2$hort: please tell me sheâll be in more videos omg
imjustchillin: yall better speak right about his wife. we all know caleb is crazy
sunshinutterfly: this is my third time this week coming back to this video and i am not ashamed.
A/N: Itâs always so fun writing for them, but this one kinda hit different. I LUV YOU GUYS!! BYE!
P.S. This song is SO them.
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Pairing: Lando Norris x reader
Summary: A pregnancy scare forces you and Lando to confront what you wantâand what youâre ready for. Relief doesn't bring peace, and his unexpected reaction changes everything.
Word count: 2.6k+
Warnings: angst, pregnancy scare, swearing
A/N:
English is not my first language, so I apologize if I made any (grammar) mistakes. Feedback, requests, talks, vents, recommendations or just simple questions are always welcome.
Happy reading xxx
I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site.
It started small. A flutter of unease in your stomach when you realized the calendar was off. One day, then two. You brushed it off at firstâan innocent oversight, nothing more. But by the time it reached five, your thoughts had already unraveled into a thousand tangled threads, each one darker than the last.
You tried to rationalize it. Travel had thrown off your routine. The stress at work had been building. Maybe it was the new supplements youâd impulsively ordered online after reading some influencerâs glowing review. You repeated those explanations like a prayer, hoping that if you said them enough, theyâd become true. But each morning you woke up still waiting, the excuses felt flimsier. Fragile things that couldnât withstand the weight of what you feared.
Lando was in Monaco. Or maybe Milan. You couldnât even keep track anymoreâhis life was a carousel of cities, photo ops, and flights. All you saw were time-stamped glimpses of it through his Instagram stories: sunlit terraces, grid walks, that easy grin he wore like armor. He looked happy. Effortless. Untouchable. And you? You lay curled in bed, covers drawn up to your chin, one hand over your stomach as if that could stop whatever might be happening inside you. As if stillness could keep the world from shifting beneath your feet.
You watched the ceiling, silent and still, imagining the moment everything would change. The click of a test, the blur of a second line. You didnât even know yetâand still, it felt like the before was already slipping away.
When your phone lit up with his name, your heart jumped. FaceTime. You let it ring out, watching the screen dim and fall silent. Later, you told yourself it was because your phone was on silent. Not because the thought of seeing his face, carefree and thousands of miles away, made something inside you ache. Not because you didnât know how to pretend. Not because you were afraid of what he might see in your eyes.
You rolled over, burying your face into the pillow, and let the silence grow between youâthick, heavy, and full of things unsaid.
He came home two days later.
You heard the key turn in the lockâfaint, metallic, unmistakable. A sound youâd heard a hundred times, yet tonight it caught in your chest like a breath you forgot to finish taking. Your hand hovered over the simmering pot, wooden spoon motionless. The smell of tomatoes and garlic clung to the air, thick and comforting in the way familiar things are, even when the world feels unfamiliar.
There was a pause, a beat of silence, and then the clatterâhis duffel bag dropping to the floor in the hallway. The rustle of his jacket being shrugged off. Then his voice, soft but tired, like a question he wasnât sure how to ask.
âBabe?â
You didnât answer. Not right away. The sauce had long since finished cooking, but you stood there anyway, stirring it out of habit more than need. The gentle bubbling was the only sound in the kitchen, a small thing that somehow grounded you as the rest of your body threatened to unravel.
You felt him before you saw himâhis arms sliding around your waist, warm and familiar, like muscle memory. His chin rested lightly on your shoulder, breath brushing your skin in slow, even puffs.
âSmells good,â he murmured. âMissed you.â
Your grip on the spoon tightened, knuckles paling. The words didnât slide off you the way they normally did. You wanted to melt into his touch, but instead you stood stiff, held together only by tension and the thin thread of resolve youâd been spinning for days.
âIâm late,â you said, voice quieter than you intended.
His arms paused, still circling you but suddenly motionless. âLate?â
You turned in his hold, slowly, as if movement itself might shatter something fragile between you. Your eyes met his, searching, steady. You wanted to gauge his reaction before you even said it aloud. Wanted to see if he already knew what you were about to say.
âMy period. Itâs two weeks late.â
There was a flickerâbarely thereâa flick of his eyes, a brief flash of something unreadable. Then silence.
âDo you think...â he began, but didnât finish.
âI donât know,â you interrupted. âI havenât taken a test.â
He nodded, once, then again slower. âThen we should get one.â
You watched him, waiting. For the quick deflection. For the easy, dismissive smile. For the usual âItâs probably nothingâ or âDonât stress.â The scripted lines. The predictable reactions. But none of them came.
Just quiet acceptance.
He didnât let go. Didnât flinch or step back. His hands stayed on your waist, his thumbs brushing small circles against your sides, as if he were grounding himselfâor maybe you.
And that scared you more than anything else.
Because if heâd panicked, you couldâve been the calm one. If heâd brushed it off, you couldâve gotten angry and made it real. But thisâthis stillness, this softnessâfelt like walking into the unknown without armor. Like standing at the edge of a cliff and realizing the wind isnât strong enough to stop you from falling.
The silence stretched between you, not awkward, but thick with everything you were both too afraid to name. He didnât ask you why you hadnât told him sooner. Didnât ask why your eyes were a little red, or why the apartment was unusually spotless, or why the sauce had been simmering too long.
Maybe he knew. Maybe heâd spent those long flights imagining this moment too.
âOkay,â he said finally, gently. âWeâll figure it out. Whatever it is.â
You nodded, but didnât speak. Just leaned into him, resting your forehead against his chest, your hands curling into the fabric of his shirt like it was the only thing keeping you from falling apart.
And for a moment, you let yourself believe that figuring it out was possible.
The pharmacy felt like a vacuum. The moment you stepped inside, the world seemed to shrink down to its most clinical elements: the hum of fluorescent lights that buzzed overhead like anxious thoughts, the sterile gleam of polished tile beneath your shoes, the soft beep of scanners at the front register. The air was cold, dry, scented faintly with antiseptic and something sugary from the candy aisle nearby.
But none of it touched you. You and Lando moved through it like shadowsâquiet, contained, orbiting something unspeakable.
You walked together in silence, your footsteps falling slightly out of sync. No one looked at you, but it felt like everyone could see you. As if your thoughts were painted across your forehead in bold, pulsing letters: Possible pregnancy. Complete emotional freefall.
The feminine care aisle was tucked away near the back, as if it, too, wanted to offer you privacy. But the moment you turned the corner and stepped into that row, the weight of it all dropped onto your shoulders like lead. Rows upon rows of pastel-colored boxes stared back at youâsome blue, some pink, all impossibly cheery for what they contained. Promises of early detection, digital readouts, results in minutes. Neat packaging for a moment that could tear your life in two.
You stopped in front of them, unsure of how to breathe. Your fingers hovered just above a sleek white box with soft blue lettering. It was the same brand you remembered from years agoâlong before Lando, before nowâwhen the test had come back negative and you had cried with relief you didnât quite understand.
But today your hand refused to close around it.
âI canât,â you murmured, so softly it barely left your lips.
Lando stood beside you, close enough that you could feel his presence like a shield, like a question. He didnât ask you to explain. Didnât try to coax or reassure. He didnât fill the silence the way some people might have, didnât try to fix the fear curling tight inside your chest.
Instead, he stepped forward.
Without a word, he reached out, selected a boxâone with a digital readout, something simple, something clearâand took it from the shelf. His fingers curled tightly around it, like it was something precious, or dangerous. Maybe both.
He didnât hand it to you.
Instead, he turned, and with a quiet, steady presence, walked with you back through the store. Past the vitamins and painkillers, past the racks of magazines with bright headlines and glossy smiles, past a mother holding a toddler on her hip. You wondered, in a moment of cruel irony, if that might be you in nine months.
The cashier didnât say much. Just scanned the test, gave a quick glance between the two of you, and slid it into a small paper bag. Lando paid, slipping his card back into his wallet like this was just another errand. But you could see it in his shouldersâthe way they sat straighter than usual, the way his hand tightened around the bag as he took it.
Outside, the cold hit you immediatelyâsharp, bracing, real. The kind of cold that made your lungs ache and your eyes sting. It was early evening, and the sun was already sinking, painting the street in dusky gold and icy blue.
Still silent, Lando held the bag in one hand, his other brushing lightly against yours as you walked side by side again.
And though no words passed between you, you felt the shift. The gravity of what you were carrying now belonged to both of you.
Back at the apartment, the silence stretched like a rubber band pulled to its limit, taut and trembling, threatening to snap.
You didnât speak as you slipped the pharmacy bag onto the bathroom counter. Your fingers trembled as you tore the box open, the cardboard giving way with a soft rip that still felt too loud. The plastic wrapper crinkled between your hands, resisting you in that final, deliberate moment before you peeled it open.
Your heart thudded hard against your ribsâsteady, loud, almost punishing. Each beat seemed to echo inside your chest, a countdown in its own right.
You sat down on the edge of the tub, the test clutched tight in your palm. It was just plastic, light as nothing, and yet it felt like holding a live wire. You did what you had to do, movements mechanical, almost detached. Then you set the test carefully on the edge of the sink, not daring to look at it too long, afraid that your gaze alone might make the result appear faster.
Five minutes.
You left the bathroom like it might explode, like the test might detonate if you lingered in the same room with it.
In the bedroom, Lando was already sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees, head bowed slightly. His leg was bouncingârapid, nervous energy pulsing through him, trying to escape. You knew that bounce. Youâd seen it before on race days, just before he stepped into the car. It was the tell of someone pretending to be calm while their insides were chaos.
âFive minutes,â you said quietly, standing in the doorway like a ghost.
He nodded, but didnât speak. The test was now on the nightstand, facedown. Its tiny, plastic frame looked almost laughable against the gravity of what it represented. You stared at it like it might catch fire, like it could scream your future out loud if you so much as blinked.
âI didnât plan for this,â you said. âI donât want it.â
The words hung in the air, heavy with guilt and truth.
He didnât answer right away. Just let the silence wrap itself around the statement, as if trying to decide whether to accept it or challenge it.
âI donât know if I do either,â he finally said, voice low. âBut I didnât feel scared when you told me. That surprised me.â
You turned toward him, arms crossed, more to hold yourself together than anything else.
âYouâre not the one whoâd have to carry it.â
His jaw tightened. A flicker of pain passed through his eyes, but he nodded slowly. âI know. Iâm not trying to make this about me.â
And to his credit, he wasnât. But the space between you still felt like a chasm neither of you knew how to cross.
Then your phone buzzedâa sharp, vibrating alarm that shattered the silence.
Five minutes.
You didnât move right away. Just stared at your phone, as if the sound itself could delay the inevitable. Then, slowly, your hand reached for the test. Your fingers were shaking. You turned it over.
One line.
Negative.
Relief hit you like a wave, hard and fast. You exhaled sharply, all the tension collapsing out of your body at once. Your shoulders slumped. Your knees wobbled.
âItâs negative,â you said, almost to yourself.
Lando leaned in slightly to look, nodding again, but his expression didnât match yours. His face didnât soften with relief. Instead, his brow furrowed, a subtle crease forming between his eyes. There was something thereâsomething unreadable, but not indifferent.
You looked at him. âWhat?â
He blinked, looked away. âNothing. Itâs good. Thatâs good.â
âLando.â
He hesitated, then finally spoke, his voice almost gentle: âI just⌠when I thought it might be real, I didnât hate the idea. That surprised me.â
You stared at him. âAre you serious?â
He looked at the floor. âYeah.â
You could feel the anger rising, sharp and hot. âYouâre gone most of the year,â you snapped. âYou think a baby is a good idea right now?â
âI didnât say it was a good idea,â he shot back, more defensive now. âI said I didnât hate it. I thought... maybe I could be okay with it.â
âYou thought you could be okay with it?â Your voice climbed, emotions catching in your throat. âAre you even listening to yourself? Iâve been here, spiraling, scared out of my mind. And youâre out there picturing baby names?â
His expression darkened. âDonât do that. Donât make me the bad guy for feeling something.â
You stood up, pacing now, needing distance. âIâm not making you the bad guy. Iâm trying to explain that thisâus having a kidâisnât something I can even comprehend right now. Weâre barely managing this.â
âMaybe thatâs the problem,â he said suddenly, standing too. His voice was louder now, sharper. âYou keep acting like Iâm never here, like I wouldnât show up if it mattered.â
You rounded on him. âWould you? Would you show up at 2 a.m. when Iâm vomiting from morning sickness? Would you cancel a race if something went wrong?â
He flinched like youâd struck him. âThatâs not fair.â
âNeither is you being disappointed that Iâm not pregnant.â
He looked at you thenâreally looked. And something in his expression shifted. Like he was seeing you with new eyes. Or maybe realizing just how far apart youâd already drifted.
âI just thought...â he said, voice quiet again. âIt might have meant we were growing into something.â
Your chest tightened. It hurt to breathe. âIt doesnât take a pregnancy to prove weâre real, Lando. If you needed that to feel grounded in us, then maybe weâre already too far apart.â
His mouth opened like he might argue. But then he swallowed, hard. His eyes dropped to the floor. After a beat, he stepped toward the nightstand and picked up his keys.
âI need some air.â
You didnât stop him. Couldnât. The words were there, but they wouldnât come.
The door clicked shut behind him.
And the silence he left behind was deafening. Louder than the shouting. Louder than the truth.
You sat on the edge of the bed, the test still in your hand. One line. Clear. Definitive.
Not pregnant. Not anything.
And yet, somehow, it still felt like something had shatteredâquietly, invisibly, in that way only hearts know how to break.
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