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In one of my other fanfics, I made an allusion to a story from Rukia and Renji's youth where she got nervous about the size of her chest and made Renji give an opinion on the matter. I was always very charmed by the idea of it, and earlier this week, I felt like writing it, so I did. Originally, I didn't intend to post it, because it skirts a little close to underage sex stuff, but a) they're immortal ghosts and they live on their own and become child soldiers like two years later, and b) it's really nothing. Teens, even human teens, can see a boob. It's fine. Don't read it if it bothers you. Also, if this bears resemblance to multiple stories I have written in the past, it's because I think Rukia is just like that. This will probably not be the last one, either.
Rated a hearty PG-13 for cussing, partial nudity, and some adolescent sexual awakening
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"Renji," said Rukia. "I need your opinion on something."
Renji had been breaking up sticks to dry out for firewood around the backside of the broken-down squat he and the gang had been trying to get into shape for their winter digs. He wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his arm. "My opinion?" he grumbled. "Is everyone else off somewhere?" It suddenly occurred to him that he hadn't heard anyone else's voice in a while.
"Well, yes," Rukia mumbled. "They went into the woods to try and set some traps and maybe do some foraging. But I'm not asking because you're the only one around. I was waiting to ask you until everyone was busy."
That got Renji's attention. This was not the first time Rukia had cornered him like this. He assumed she did this to the other guys, too, but he didn't actually know for certain. Renji tossed the stick in his hand back onto the pile and turned to give Rukia his full attention. She was standing in a funny way, her arms crossed awkwardly over her chest. She looked almost like she was cold, except that it was early September and still sweltering.
"What's up?" he asked.
"You're going to wonder why I am asking you this," she said, her eyes fixed somewhere off to one side, "and it's because I'm trusting you not to be weird about it. Everyone else would try, but then they would be weird about it, and I know you won't be."
Renji continued to regard her silently. She wasn't asking anything particular of him, just stating what she expected. Renji decided he liked the idea of being a guy who wasn't weird about stuff, and decided he would do his best to uphold that trust. He was also prepared for whatever she was going to say next to be spectacularly weird. This was Rukia, after all.
"Also," she said, "you go around with your shirt off all the time. You're the least self-conscious person I know about. You know. Body stuff."
An alarm signal went zinging through Renji's nervous system. It was true that he wasn't all that concerned about bodies, his own or other people's. A long time ago, he'd had to make a decision about Rukia's body, which he sometimes had to touch and slept next to at night and had seen naked more than a few times. She'd become a little secretive about that recently, and he'd taken care to respect that decision and avert his eyes when he needed to and made sure all the other guys did too. The decision he had made was that Rukia's body was exactly like Fujimaru's and Mameji's and Kosaburou's, which was to say, it was a thing that existed but was none of his business, unless say, she needed an injury patched up or something like that.
"Something wrong?" he asked gruffly.
"Not-- well, I don't know. That's what--that's what the opinion is for."
Renji rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm really not sure I'm the right person to ask. I know the old herb lady is pretty deep in her own brain most the time, but if you catch her on a good day, she knows a lot of stuff about--"
"Oh, for fuck's sake, Renji, I just want to know if my boobs are good or not!"
Renji stared at her. Rukia's face was beet red now.
"UhâŠwhat?"
Rukia made a little huffing noise. "Look. I know you know I've been binding my chest for a while now."
Renji shrugged noncommittally. Rukia hadn't been particularly shy about letting them see her in her chest wrap. A lot of girls in Inuzuri did. Usually, it was a safety measure.
"I think they might be done growing. I'm worried they'reâŠwell, they're kinda small."
Renji ran his fingers through his hair and tried not to look at her. "Seems like that would make them easier to bind, no?"
"WellâŠyes, that's true."
"It's not like it's something you can control. You shouldn't worry about it."
"I just don't know! Maybe they're fine actually! I'm the only one who gets to see them and I think I may have gotten too wrapped around my own axle about it and I just wanted a second opinion, okay?"
Renji sighed. "Okay. Sure. If it'll make you feel better."
Rukia took a deep breath and then lowered her arms. Nervously, she tugged at her yukata below the sash to get it adjusted properly.
There was now the slightest curve in the fabric between her shoulders and her waist. Renji wasn't sure he even would have noticed it if she were just some girl he saw on the street. But that curve was there, and it was doing something weird to the pit of his stomach.
Cleavage was no rare sight in Inuzuri. Both in the streets and the gambling halls, plenty of women kept theirs on display for, uh, business reasons. Renji could tell the difference between the more and less attractive sets, but he'd never been quite as excited by the prospect of a hearty set of tits as some of his peers. He didn't think this constituted any kind of moral high ground. The fact was, he was just mostly into dudes. A pair of well-muscled forearms or a particularly sharp jawline was usually more likely to do him in. But there was something about that mysterious curve, the suggestion of tits, of Rukia's titsâŠ
"They look fine to me," he announced.
Rukia looked down at them and frowned thoughtfully.
A strange, slightly foreign thought, possibly a stray memory from his human life, popped into Renji's brain. "Isn't there even--like with fancy kimono--aren't you supposed to make a smooth profile? Maybe you've just got a fancy-lady figure."
Some of the color had receded from Rukia's cheeks. "Why do you always know these things? Also--fat lot of good that's going to do me."
Renji shrugged. "What kinda good were you hoping they were gonna do you, anyway? I mean, you wouldn't wanna-- that is--" He grimaced, thinking about business reasons again.
"I might like to kiss someone, someday!" Rukia declared, cheeks going hot once more. "I'd likeâŠto be worth looking at. You're going to be ten feet tall and have shoulders for days and you've already got that hair, so I realize that's something you've probably never once thought about."
Renji stared at her uncomprehendingly. "You think I'm good-looking?"
Rukia seemed to be staring at something over her shoulder. "You're certainly striking."
Renji had honestly never thought about himself in that way before. Mostly, he thought he'd stuck out in a way that was mostly pretty inconvenient, given their skulking and pickpocketing lifestyle.
"You have an interesting voice," he pointed out, drawing the words out as he tried to think of more things a theoretical person who was not him might find attractive about Rukia. "And you're good at a lot of things." She also had a pretty face, maybe the prettiest face he'd ever seen in Inuzuri, with big blue eyes that you could just fall into. He couldn't say all that shit, though. It would just embarrass both of them, plus she would think he was lying to make her feel better. He wasn't. It wasn't even, like, his opinion, it was just the objective truth.
Rukia huffed again, clearly unsatisfied.
Renji threw up his arms. "They're under your clothes! Wouldn't you rather kiss someone who likes you because you're cool, rather than because you've got a nice pair of knockers? Which isn't even to say they aren't nice! You just can't tell! They could be great under there. That's it's own kind of allure. The-- the, uh, mystery." He regretted saying it the moment it was out of his mouth. This always happened with Rukia, though. He was always telling on himself.
Rukia stared at him for a long moment. Then she hooked her finger over the closure of her yukata and pulled it away, staring down into the depths.
"Are we done?" Renji asked, trying to sound bored and failing when his voice wavered on the last word.
Rukia looked back up at him. "You've never even see a naked girl-tit, have you, Abarai?"
Renji wrinkled his nose. "NotâŠnot really, no. NotâŠhead-on."
Rukia set her jaw. "Okay. We're doing this."
"What--" stammered Renji. "What are we doing? We don't need to--"
Rukia pulled her yukata wide and shimmied her shoulders loose.
Renji swallowed thickly.
He had changed his mind. He did, in fact, like girls. Fuck, did he like girls.
Rukia's breasts were small, that was just a fact. They were also gorgeous. Smooth and straight on top, ending in a sharp, rosy nipple. They curved gently on the underside back to where they rejoined her body, like two ripe, blushing pears. Renji could imagine cupping one in his hand, the way it would fit in his palm perfectly. He squeezed his hands into fists, reminding himself that they were dirty and covered in small bits of bark from breaking the sticks. He absolutely could not reach out and touch them, even beyond the possibility that Rukia would murder him if he did (would she, though? He wondered). It turned out this was a mistake, because now he was thinking about kissing Rukia's breasts, about the way they would taste, how he could take nearly the whole of one in his mouth. He squeezed his eyes shut. "Fuck, Rukia, put your shirt back on!"
"They can't be that bad," Rukia grumbled.
"They're not, they're really good! Surprisingly good! You should save them for whoever it is you want to kiss! Please put your shirt back on!"
"You're so weird," Rukia laughed, and he was glad to hear the ring of relief in her voice.
There was a long pause with a few rustles of fabric being adjusted. Renji chanced to unsqueeze one eye to see if she was dressed again. He was just in time to see her cross the second side of her yukata over the first, catching a last glimpse of a pretty little tit before the fabric settled over it. A secret once again, but no longer a mystery. Fuck.
"You can open your eyes now, you big baby," Rukia announced, reknotting her sash. Evidently she hadn't noticed him peeking. She wasn't even blushing anymore. "Thank you."
"I don't know why you asked me," Renji mumbled. "You know I'm no good at being reassuring and shit like that."
"I didn't want you to be reassuring," she replied, looking up and favoring him with a brilliant smile. "I wanted you to be honest. WhichâŠclearly you were. I don't know what else that could possibly have been."
"Shut up," said Renji.
Rukia snorted softly. "Do you wanna go find the others and fix their snares for them? I'm sure they've set them up wrong."
"I wanna finish dealing with these sticks first," Renji replied. It took his entire strength of will to unclench his hands and pick up a stick, a long, heavy one. He winced when it broke much more easily than he had expected it to. The sound of it was deafening.
"I can help," Rukia said cheerfully, picking up another stick and snapping the side branches off it expertly, humming while she worked.
Renji picked up another stick, and suddenly wished the pile was bigger than it actually was.
"Hey, Renji?"
"What now?"
"They really are--?"
"Yes. Don't ask me again."
Rukia gave a little chuckle, and so softly that he almost didn't hear it, added, "Huh. Who knew?"
#my writing#renruki#rukia kuchiki#renji abarai#the real reason i posted this is that i got tired of waffling about it#hopefully now i can get back to writing the fanfic i am *supposed* to be working on :P
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Wow, I didn't think that post would get me even more hate to be honest đ
First of all, I wasn't talking about ALL Carlos fans but about some "fans" (you can't call them like that, not after the really harsh words I received) who came into my asks when i asked nothing: I never was mean about Carlos, i didn't even defend Charles. I only posted 2-3 things related to this Charlos gate or whatever the fandom is calling it.
Here are some of the posts in questions:
After the first one, I received insults (anons and non anons, I don't know what is worst, that's what I was talking about them being younger and not knowing how the Schumi era and baby Shumi era were, (the non-anos were 17-18) because people misunderstood it (or understood what they wanted to understand).
After one or two more posts after the end of the race, it escalated very quickly, I received death threats! That's very serious! How can it come to this for a FUCKING sport? There are more serious things in life!
So, yeah, I was quite pissed after that.
Also, I didn't even defend Charles in my post, rereading now and I undertand I may have sound like I did but I'm French and I may have translated word by word what i wanted to say (it's a bit complicated but we sometimes use "you" to talk about people + ourserlves in some sketchy expressions). Anyway, what he said was definitely inappropriate and very "childish" in a way. Those words should had been spoken in private with his team and Carlos, not in front of million of people; and I think if FIA penalised swear words, they should start looking at those kind of statements.
Also, for those saying that I would be the kind of person to insult their favorite driver(s), you don't know me, you can even check my blog if you have nothing more interesting to do (lol), I never insulted anyone like some people do in f1blr. We can dislike or even hate a driver with our whole being, that's ok, for each their own I guess. We can't love everyone, you have the right to defend your favs, that's our choice too, but don't go and roast people when they didn't even say something wrong in the first place. (again, i hope those anons are reading it)
I never got haters before today (just one a few months ago with tennisblr but it was more a troll more than anything else) I usually don't interract a lot because I don't like conflicts but receiving multiple insults for something I can't control: I'm not Charles, I can't control what he says, I'm not a Carlos hater neither, i'm just here, blogging and reblogging stuff I love, mostly sports, sometimes with my particular sense of humor.
Nobody is perfect for sure, and I'm sorry if some of you thought I was just calling out Carlos or defending Charles. He may be one of my favourite drivers, just like other drivers can be yours: all of them are not flawless and we may continue to like them or not after different sorts of situations, that's up to us.
To finally finish my thesis (sorry if you're still reading), I didn't know that I would be so stressed on tumblr one day (call me a sensitive person) but this website is my sanctuary, I hope it will stay like that for a very long time but you can't be appreciated by the whole world, I lost some of my mutuals and i accept that. This morning's messages went too far and that's not normal to say thing like that, no matter how peacecul I am, I had to call them out. Also, on my other fandoms, you can share thought without (or almost) getting attacked verbally, that's sad that it's not the same anymore here, but yeah, football is the same.
You can choose to answer or not, I won't block anyone because I don't feel the need to, opinions can be shared but respectfully, I would be happy to talk more if some of you are up to.
So, I don't know what to add, have a great end of the season, everyone!
i don't know if everyone who reblogged or commented can see it when I reblog it so i'm tagging y'all: @midesastremanifiesto , @janesurlife , @gaypoetsblog , @katarf1a , @chaitalinath , @danieldrivesfast , @landhoe-norris , @eightsixtiism
One thing is funny about being insulted by all those Carlos "fans" (won't call them real fans tbh he deserves way better than toxic people): I was already watching F1 that they were not born, if you think that Charles was shitty today, just remember we had Michael Schumacher as the most dramatic queen ever and Sebastian Vettel was a little Gremlin at some points. REAL FANS WERE NOT FIGHTING FOR THAT!
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i wish there was a way to filter all amatonormative bullshit off my dash
#âsuper mega ultra serious question are you someone's favourite personâ i dont fucking care can we leave this shit to the allos jfc#sorry for being a hater on main lol but this is my blog and its past 10 and i feel like being bitchy so. whatever#im 100% projecting because im tired of people in my life having this mentality#also having an exclusive favourite person is not for everyone. speaking from experience it can get really unhealthy#and i know so many people who think they're expendable and worthless because theyre not anybody's number 1#ok whatever ignore this im just being silly and a hater because i had to talk to my ex exclusive favourite person today and im salty#aro stuff#vagueposting the shit out of tumblr dot com#there's nothing wrong with that post you can ask and want whatever the fuck you want to and i can be annoyed by it
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New to Nesting
alpha!Remus Lupin x omega!bestfriend reader who nests for the very first time [2.2k words]
p2 to this post but can be read as a standalone
Prompt: Nesting-character A is building their first nest and is a bit overwhelmed and confused - their nest ends up being a bit...unconventional. Character B is still incredibly proud of course.
Remus had spent the majority of his life fighting against The Wolf, his lycanthropy, his nature; he resisted the deeper urges and instincts that threatened to take over at any given moment.
So when his best friend presented as an omega, prompting him to present as an alpha, he was once again ready to fight his instincts, his nature.
Sirius told him all he knew about alphaâs - the Blackâs being a line of alphaâs until Sirius presented as a beta were the only examples of alphaâs he could go off of - and itâs understandable why Remus was so wary of giving into his nature, even if it meant getting to keep you.
He had no desire to give into the animalistic urge to claim you, to have you belong to him, to be subservient to him.
So you can imagine that it came as a huge surprise (and relief) for him to realise that being your alpha was not claiming you, it was not you belonging to him, and it was not you being subservient to him.
It was caring for you, valuing you, protecting you, and it was devoting himself body and soul to you.
So, you know, nothing had really changed since the two of you started dating. What he had already felt for you just became instinctual for him.
Being your alpha meant taking care of you, and so he did.
Though he admittedly didnât feel like he was doing a very good job of it at the moment; mostly because you were pacing around the flat chewing your thumb - which was likely very close to bleeding at this point - and mumbling incoherently to yourself as you picked up and put back various items and then squirrelling back to the room before washing, rinsing, and repeating.
Heâd asked you what you were up to a few times, to which you quickly waved him off. Heâd asked if he could help you at all to which you quickly declined.
He was pretending to read when you came wandering back into the room, still muttering, still chewing on your thumb, still lovely and beautiful and his and fuck he loved you.
And it was because he loved you that when you ended up standing over him giving him your best doe eyes and asking if you could have the blanket he currently had over his lap, he simply pulled it off his lap and handed it to you instead of pointing out the fact that there was a free throw blanket folded nicely over the couch across the room.
He was rewarded for his sacrifice by way of a sweet kiss, though, so he wasnât too bothered.
While you were back in the room - doing whatever youâd been doing - he summoned the other throw blanket over and continued in his reading.
But eventually he realised he couldnât find his bookmark, so he stood and shook his (new) blanket out and put it aside before checking the cushions of the sofa to no avail.
He knew you had come back into the room, but you still managed to startle him when he turned to find you standing right behind him with his throw blanket held tentatively in your grasp.
âWhat are you doing, dovey?â
âCan I take this?â You asked in way of answering; tone soft and eyes large.
Remus began to speak but his words died on his tongue; he didnât want to say no to you, but youâd also already taken one of the blankets from the living room. Were you cold? Were you getting sick? Should he light a fire? Should he call St. Mungos?
He didnât know where to start, so all that managed to escape his lips was âdo you know where my bookmark went?â
You wrung the blanket between your hands as you avoided eye contact with him. âI borrowed it.â You admitted in a whisper.
âOhâŠokayâŠâ Remus started slowly. âButâŠwhat will I use for my book?â
That had, apparently, been the wrong thing to say when your eyes welled with tears and you looked at him in devastation.
âI- Iâm sorry.â You nearly sobbed, and Remus was quickly shaking his head.
âNo! No no, itâs okay dovey, itâs alright. Iâll use a receipt.â And to punctuate that decision, he pulled a wad of receipts out of his trouser pocket to show you.
That, apparently, was a mistake too as you eyed them in interest. Thankfully he was able to convince you to let him keep one of them before you squirrelled away with the rest.
And then it hit him.
He ran to the kitchen to check the calendar on the wall that the two of you used to track each of your cycles as well as the moon - you were coming into heat.
And though he was accustomed to your heats by this point; this behaviour was very new.
You were nesting.
For the very first time, at that.
Remus felt his chest swell with pride and love, though tried to keep both at bay as he carefully tiptoed down the hall towards your shared bedroom.
He could hear a record - one of his favourites - playing quietly in the background before he made it to the doorway.
Both blankets you had stolen from Remus were hanging over the two side railings of your four poster bed frame - closing in the bed with only an opening at the foot of it not unlike a den.
You seemed to have tucked Remusâ receipts and bookmark in between two pillows, and he could spot a few of his jumpers, his towel from his shower this morning, the throw pillows from the couch he usually used as back support, a hair brush, a few socks, and⊠a fork?
âBaby.â He breathed out, causing you to turn on the spot and bring your thumb back up to your teeth. âWhat are you up to?â
You let out a pained breath from your nose as your eyes welled up again. âI donât know.â You whispered.
âAre you making a nest?â He cooed, and you let out a wet sound.
âItâs bad.â
He found he couldnât take it anymore and pried your thumb from between your teeth, pressing a kiss to the raw skin youâd been mauling all afternoon. âItâs not bad, dove.â
âItâs terrible.â You continued as you eyed the nest sceptically.
âStop.â
âIâm terrible at this.â
Remus took you by the shoulders and turned you towards him and forced you to make eye contact with him. âIt is not terrible, and you, my love, are certainly not terrible either.â
âIâm not good at it.â You whimpered then, tears finally falling down your cheeks that Remus was quick to catch with his thumb.
âYouâre perfect at everything you do.â
You let out a sound halfway between a groan and a sob. âYou have to say that.â
âDovey, itâs your first nest; itâs wonderful.â He pressed, and fought back a chuckle when he could feel you stop your foot petulantly.
âWhy donât you try it out, hm? Maybe thatâll feel better? Do you want to take a shower and get into some comfies to give it a try?â He murmured into your hair, relishing in the way you melted into his side as you considered the prospect.
âWould you come, too?â You asked shyly.
Remus pulled back only far enough to look you in the eyes.
âIn the shower? Or-â
âMyâŠnest.â You corrected, though you all but sneered the end of the sentence as if nest was a dirty word.
âIâd love to, baby. Go shower, yeah? Iâll put a jumper in the dryer for you.â He directed with a gentle pat at your hip, but you shook your head and tugged at the jumper Remus was currently wearing.
âI want this one?â You whispered in the form of a question, and Remus should have expected it.
âDone, itâs yours. Iâll wait for you, okay?â
And Remus felt a little guilty, but he figured you didnât need to know that the second you were out the room, he ran to grab his camera and take pictures of your nest, your very first nest; one you built here, with him, for him and you with things of his you deemed worthy and fuck he was going to simply combust with the amount of fondness he felt coursing through his veins for you.
True to his word, he was standing exactly where youâd left him (if you ignored the fact that he ran to grab his camera, took multiple pictures of your nest, ran to hide the evidence of his picture taking and returned only moments before he heard the water shut off) when you exited the bathroom wrapped in a towel.
He quickly divulged himself of his jumper and held it open for you to put your head through the neck hole, allowing him to pull it over the rest of your body as you let the towel fall to the ground.
âDo you want this one too, dove?â He asked you quietly as he picked up your used towel, referring to the fact that you had his towel in your nest already.
You seemed to consider it as you lifted one end of it, bringing it to your nose to sniff before releasing it with a shake of your head.
Remus bit back a beaming smile as he pressed a kiss to your head and carried it to the hamper.
When he came back, you were kneeling in the middle of the bed with your thumb between your damned teeth again, and a protective sort of possessiveness surged through him at the sight.
âItâs not right.â You murmured sadly.
âWhatâs not right about it?â He asked gently, reaching over for your hand and huffing when you gave him the one not currently being assaulted by your mouth.
âI donât knowâŠâ
âMay I come in?â And you startled as you looked over at him in awe.
âYes.â You said almost excitedly, moving over to give him room.
He tried to pay mind to where you had seemed to place things, not wanting to shift or disrupt the nest you had made as he crawled in. âWhere do you want me?â
You seemed to think on that before ultimately pointing to his side of the bed where he laid back tentatively.
âYou look uncomfortable.â You said worriedly as you watched him lay rigidly on his side.
He offered you what he hoped was a smile though he was sure was mostly a grimace. âI donât want to ruin it.â
You scoffed as you nudged him at his shoulder so he would relax. âItâs already ruined.â
âDovey.â
âItâs terrible, you canât ruin it.â
âItâs not terrible and I can ruin it.â
âStop arguing with me.â
âYou stop arguing with me.â He countered, and he relished in the small giggle that escaped your lips as you moved to lay beside him.
âIâŠI think itâs better now.â You said tentatively, eyes still darting around the bed as though you were trying to make sure.
âYeah?â
âYeahâŠI think it was just missing you.â
Remus let out a pitiful sound at that and pulled you into his chest. âFuck youâre so sweet, I love you.â
You sucked in a deep - and apparently well needed - breath as you melted into his side, pressing your nose to a point in his neck signalling Remus to grab your wrist and bring it to the other side of his neck to scent.
âIâm proud of you- donât argue with me.â He murmured, cutting you off before you even had a chance to utter one word of contradiction.
âThank you, Rem.â You opted instead, still hiding your face in the junction of his neck he didnât deign remove you from.
The two of you sat in contented silence for a while before Remus broke it.
âI think we could do without the fork next time, though.â He admitted as he shifted his hip when he realised thatâs what had been poking him in the back.
You nearly ripped yourself from Remusâ neck to grab the fork and toss it across the room, smiling to yourself as you considered your nest again.
âOkayâŠokay, I- I think this is better. This is better.â You decided, speaking more to yourself than you were to him; he was happy to listen anyway.
Remus smiled as pushed a lock of hair behind your ear. âItâs perfect. Youâre perfect.â
You smiled down at him; ethereal and warm and bright and his and fuck he loved you so much.
âI love you so much.â You whispered, drawing a line down his nose with a gentle finger before pausing at his chin, apparently having read his mind.
âI love you too, my sweet girl.â
And Remus was so glad that he didnât have to fight the instinct to pull you into his chest and breathe you in; to love you, protect you, to devote himself to you, body and soul.
#marauders era#marauders au#marauders fanfiction#reader insert#self insert#remus lupin#alpha!remus lupin#alpha!remus#remus lupin x reader#remus lupin x you#alpha!remus lupin x omega!reader#omegaverse#nesting#a/b/o#a/b/o dynamics#a/b/o verse#elleâs omegaverse#ellecdc fics
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Bakugo's girlfriend knows that he's attracted to you. She sees how he looks at you, how his eyes always seem to be drawn to your general direction.
Since she introduced him to you at the beginning of the little barbecue she'd arranged in her backyard, he'd been slightly more distant. He'd been distracted... and just a bit too interested in whatever you had to say.
She sees how he watches you, how he offers to get you both more hotdogs, or something to drink. Or telling that your cheeks and your nose are looking a bit red.
"Is the meat too spicy?" He asks with furrowed brows as he looks at the slight reddening of your face.
She sees how his hands twitch, and she can tell he's holding himself back from touching you with care.
But you laugh it off calmly, "A bit spicy, yeah. But it's fine. Nothing I can't handle." You say.
But he frowns. "I'll reduce the spice in the rest... in case you still want more." He mutters.
Bakugo's girlfriend frowns, knowing that he's never so considerate, especially not to people he'd only just recently met.
And she tries not to hold it against him. You're beautiful. She knows that. She knows that you can get anyone you want, which is why she believes you wouldn't want her Katsuki.
She keeps you away from him afterwards. She doesn't invite you for occasions if she knows he's going to be with her. She doesn't post pictures of you on her socials. She doesn't even mention you anymore.
And he doesn't mention you either. She hopes he's forgotten about you.
He hasn't, though...
He knows it's wrong, but he couldn't help it. You feel so good... soft in all the right places, pretty and pliable.
He grunts as his hands grip unto the flesh of your thighs, palm hooked under your knees as he pistons in and out of you. There's slight perspiration on his forehead, his cheeks are tinted pink, brows furrowed and eyes screwed shut, and harsh, quick grunts spilling from his lips as he fucks into your warmth.
"Fucking beautiful," he hisses as he presses kisses to your neck; soft and quick because you don't want to have to cover up marks.
His phone is buzzing on the desk next to his bed, but he just can't bring himself to care. Not when your back is arching off his bed, your eyes rolling back, and your cunt tightening and spasming around him.
And he's cumming hard and deep inside you, filling you up and then some... choking groans spilling from his lips.
And it's not just the sex too... you're funny and sweet and sarcastic. And you match him so perfectly, allowing him dominate when you want to, but pushing back sometimes, taunting him, spurring him on.
He strokes your cheek as you talk to him, both of you naked in bed, bodies sweaty, but still you smile and speak at him. And he just lays next to you and listens, the corners of his lips quirking upwards.
He's going to break up with his girlfriend when he goes home. Because he's self-aware enough to know he can't go back to her and pretend everything is fine. Not when he'd rather wake up to your rambling every day.
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my mistake | lando norris x fem! reader
summary; lando had been chasing after oscarâs friend, y/n for a couple months now. heâs confused on why she keeps dismissing him until he finally got his answer
fc; nailea devora
warnings; cursing
taglist; @namgification
note; requested !
masterlist !
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yourusername: thank u mclaren n oscar for having me đ§Ą
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mclaren: always a joy to have youđđ§Ą
username: pretty girls stan y/n
oscarpiastri: ur annoying
yourusername: god forbid a girl ask for food
oscarpiastri: i kept getting weird stares bc you made me get you 4 plates of food.
yourusername: THE CHICKEN PASTA WAS GOODđââïžđââïžđââïžđââïž
username: her friendship w oscar is everything
username: PAPAYAAA
landonorris: youâre forgetting someone đ€
yourusername: no i donât think so
landonorris: a handsome brit? đ
yourusername: oh! lewisđ
landonorris: i meant meâŠ
yourusername: ok !
username: landođ
Y/N L/N ANSWERS YOUR FAN QUESTIONS!
landođ
y/n
y/n
y/nđ·
what now lando
landođ
what happened to u and whyâd u distance yourself from f1đ
y/nđ·
none of ur business
landođ
pleaseeee
arenât we bffsđđđ
y/nđ·
no we are not
you just got my number from osc
lando đ
well iâm not leaving you alone until you tell me
y/n
y/nnnnnn
answer
answer
answer
pleaseeeeeeeđ
y/nđ·
you really donât remember?
landođ
no?
y/nđ·
2019
i was starting to gain a following but nothing like what i have now
and i went to a race and i was so excited to be there and then i saw you
of course i was happy to see you but then when i smiled, you just rolled your eyes at me and looked really annoyed at me
and that hurt , lando
landođ
shit
y/n i honestly donât remember
but fuck iâm sorry
y/nđ·
whatever im over it
just sucks when someone youâre a fan of acts annoyed by u xx
but then i met osc and now heâs my friend so now iâm back into this f1 shit
landođ
y/n seriously iâm so sorry
it was my mistake, i mustâve thought you were someone else
let me make it up to you
y/nđ·
itâs fine lando
past is past but just wanted you to know
landođ
no i wanna make it up
y/nđ·
i said itâs fine
landođ
nope!
not until i can make u laugh
at least let me take you out for lunch
y/nđ·
hmmmmm
fine
but iâm gonna order a feast
landođ
fine by međ
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yourusername: how does 1 live knowing that u invited someone out for food only to steal their fries âŠ.. #landonorrisisover
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landonorris: u got full after 3 bites of your burger
yourusername: wrong it was 4! and it was a very big n filling burger!!
landonorris: omg u finally posted me đ„șđ„șđ„șđ„șđ„șđ„șđ„ș
yourusername: donât make me delete this post, lando norris đ
username: i just know lando is giggling knowing he finally made it to a y/n post
username: did months of lando norizz flirting in her comments actually pay off??
oscarpiastri: wow.
yourusername: omw w fries for u donât worry pooks
landonorris: worry if i eat them all
oscarpiastri: shut up lando norizz
lilyzneimer: miss u smđ„čđ„č
yourusername: i miss u moređ lmk when ur going to a race đ
username: y/n gorgeous omg
username: wait who is that???
username: f1 driver and teammates w y/n friend oscar!
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lando.jpg: the gf chronicles
tagged; yourusername
yourusername: fuck u and those stupid burgers and ur stupid jokes and ur stupid cute smile and the latte u bought me
lando.jpg: donât worry guys she just hasnât had her afternoon nap yet
yourusername: iâm so tired đđ
yourusername: bfđ„
lando.jpg: gfđ„
username: oh hello
username: wHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?
username: sheâs scute i love her sm
username: idk who i want more him or her
carlossainz55: about time ! i didnât know how many more calls of you talking about y/n i could handle!đđ
yourusername: awh he talks abt me??
lando.jpg: not you exposing me, carlos đ
oscarpiastri: fuck you you left me with half of my fries that time
lando.jpg: they were good sorry not sorry
yourusername: bro heâs such a fries stealer, i canât ever eat my fries in peace
lando.jpg: tomato tomato
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â á° .á stepdad(dy)!art
TW: smut MDNI - p in v, not proofread, so so much swearing, so much dirty talk oops, fauxcest/stepcest
word count: 2301
ÂĄ! â! a/n aka post-nut clarity : yikes! i am down BAD
âwhere the fuck have you been?â art's voice cut through the empty front foyer, his eyes narrowed and arms crossed as you stumble through the front door.
just a few years ago, art was nothing but a familiar face in tennis circles, your momâs high-profile client from her days as a sports agent. you remembered watching his matches on tv when you were younger. hearing his name murmured around the houseâart donaldson, the untouchable tennis star and his wife, tashi. but that marriage had fallen apart, fast.Â
and then one day, you came home to find him at the dinner table, leaning back in his chair like heâd always belonged there. they were dating, your mom had said, not hiding the glint of satisfaction in her eyes as if sheâd snagged the catch of the century. you never asked how it started, only watched as art slowly slipped from the screen into your everyday life.
art liked itâa family that wasnât a media-fueled whirlwind, even if the kid was closer to his age than to being an actual child.Â
the past few years had gone smoothly enough. art had settled into this new life, used to the late nights your mom spent at the office . . . and then you turned 18. and you were a rebellious mess of late nights and tight dresses and barely concealed fluttery eyelashes. Â
whatever you were doing â if you meant to or not, was working. you were turning heads, catching eyes. and artâs mind had begun to shift as well. darken.Â
he had begun to become infected by this feeling, creeping under his skin like poison. it bloomed inside him, a constant, gnawing need that he hated himself for. his thoughts spiraled, to you, to your body, to the way your mouth moved when you smiled, when you spoke. worst of all, the way the word daddy slipped from your lips effortlessly, so innocently.
âyou reek. are you drunk?â Â
you shake your head ever so slightly as you stumble towards the couch. "no, daddy, don't be ridiculous," you giggled, your words slurring. you adjust up the hem of your sleeveless dress as you spread on the couch, hair falling into your face. "i'm . . . tipsy at best."
art clenches his jaw at the sound of that forbidden word on your lips. his heart pounds in his chest, and he feels it low in his stomach, a jolt of heat straight to his groin.
he knows this is wrong, knows he shouldn't be picturing all the filthy things he wants to do to you, sprawled on the couch under him. "tipsy, my ass. who were you with?" he managed to choke out.Â
you roll your eyes as you look up at him. "my friend sierra. went to a party." you lick your lips slowly, foot reaching out to graze against his leg. "my neck hurts from looking up at you, daddy. si'down."Â
fuck, what are you doing? trying to drive him crazy? it's working. his cock twitches traitorously in his pants, already starting to stiffen at your casual touch. his body moves before his brain can catch up, sinking down onto the cushion beside you. "there. happy now?" he tries to keep his tone gruff, unaffected.Â
you nod slightly, a small smirk tugging at your lips before you lean back with a pout, your eyes heavy. "so . . . what're you gonna do? hm? ground me?" you rest your legs across his lap.
it takes every ounce of his self-control not to reach out and touch you. all he can think how soft your skin must feel, how you would taste if he leaned in and ran his tongue along your inner thigh. his hands clench into fists at his sides, nails digging into his palms. "maybe I should call your mother. let her deal with you. this is ridiculous. "
but even as the words leave his mouth, he knows he won't do it. knows he'll take the fall for you, like always. because despite his better judgment, despite the sickness churning in his gut at his own twisted desires â he can't bear the thought of disappointing you.Â
you just giggled at his scolding, apparently too far gone to care. you shift on the cushions, arch your back slightly. making the flimsy sundress ride up even higher on your thighs, giving art a peek of red lace that he should not be seeing. art swallowed hard, a muscle in his jaw ticking.
 the room is silent for a few moments, artâs confrontation long dissipated.Â
âmomâs gone a lot, hm?â your slurred, shaky voice snaps him out of his daze. you shift closer to him, foot brushing right against his crotch.Â
art inhales sharply, his cock twitching as your foot grazes his straining erection. a flicker of panic passes over his face before he could hide it. "what the hell is that supposed to mean?" he asked defensively, crossing his arms, trying to steady himself.
you just smirk up at him, eyes glinting mischievously even through the drunken haze. "oh c'mon, daddy, you know exactly what i mean." you draw out the forbidden word, letting it hang in the charged air between them. lick your lips. bat your lashes oh so innocently. "y'know, 's just that sheâs never around anymore. mus' get real lonely for you.â
âdonât . . .â he choked. art dragged a hand over his face, trying to collect himself. "just go to bed," he stammered wearily, unable to meet your eyes. "we'll talk more about this in the morning when you're sober."
but you donât listen, continue on as if he never said anything â lips curling into a knowing smirk. "mm, poor daddy," you murmur, a soft, taunting lilt to your voice. "donât get much action, iâm sure."Â Â
art exhales sharply, his eyes flicking to yours, then quickly away. âyou need to go to bed.â
you scoot closer, your legs brushing against his. "i donât want to sleep," you murmur, leaning in just enough for him to feel your breath against his ear. "maybe i want some attention. i know you do."Â
âfuck,â he croaked. âstop.â
but you just smile up at him. lean in just a little. "must be hard, having so much to . . . hold in,â you whisper, your fingers trailing lazily along the edge of his sleeve.Â
âplease," he rasped. "we can't. i'm your father, for fuck's sake.â the words sounded weak even to his own ears. his resistance was crumbling by the second, defenses worn down by months of pent-up lust and longing.Â
ânot really.â
"go to bed," he repeats. this time his voice is barely more than a whimper.
"yeah, i'll go to bed . . . but iâll be thinking about you."
art's eyes slid shut as your fingers worked their way beneath the hem of his shirt, nails raking lightly over his abs. a low groan escaped him, the sound foreign to his own ears. he was in so deep, drowning in a sea of forbidden lust.Â
âmhm, iâll be thinking about you, daddy. are you gonâ make me take care of this myself?â Â
art's breath hitched as your fingers trailed lower, brushing against the waistband of his jeans. his hips jerked involuntarily, aching for more contact despite the voice in the back of his head screaming at him to stop this madness.Â
you pressed a kiss to his cheek, slow, wet. he wants to turn his head, to capture your lips with his own. to claim you, to ruin you for any other man. but he can't. he shouldn't.Â
"please," he begs, but he's not even sure what he's asking for anymore. for you to stop? or for you to keep going, to grind against him until he explodes?
"i think you want this jusâ as badly as i do, huh?" your hand slid lower, brushing over the bulge straining against his zipper. "so why don't you stop fighting and just give in?"
and that's when art's careful control shattered. the last thread snapped, and a ragged curse tore from his throat as his hands shot out, grabbing your hips and hauling you onto his lap. capturing your mouth in a bruising kiss, he scrabbles at your dress, rips it down.
he kisses you like a drowning man gasping for air, devouring you, pouring all his pent-up desire into the heated embrace. his fingers tangled in you hair, tugging roughly as he angled your head to deepen the kiss. you moan into his mouth, your own hands frantically roaming his chest and shoulders. art feels you grinding against him, the heat searing him even through his clothes.
he broke away from her lips to trail open-mouthed kisses along your jaw. down the column of her throat. "fuck, you drive me crazy," he growled against your skin, nipping at your pulse point.
your head lolls back, a wanton moan spilling from your lips. "please," you whimper, fingers scrabbling at his shirt. "i need you so bad."
art's mouth latched onto a pebbled nipple, sucking and biting as he ground his aching cock against you. his hands found your mouth, and he shoved a finger in. your tongue instinctively curling around the digits, lapping at them greedily. you mewled around his fingers, the sound muffled and desperate as arched into him, your own hands frantically working to undo his belt and zipper. art hissed in pleasure as your freed his throbbing member, stroking him slowly while he continued to ravish your chest. " 'm gonna fuck you so good." his hips rock into your hand, seeking more of that delicious friction.
he pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, pupils blown wide with lust. "i'm going to make you mine," he growls, fingers delving into your panties to stroke your slick folds. "gon' â fuck. gonna stretch this pretty pussy out. yeah? . . . yeah, 's that what you want?"
it's filthy, degrading, everything he knows he shouldn't want. but god help him, he can't stop. you nod desperately as you groan into his touch, grip on his dick loosening for a second when he teases your entrance with a finger. another light brush and he lifts his hand to your mouth, slipping it back inside between your lips before scooching back. pressing his cock to your entrance through your lacy panties. "pl â please," you cry, eyes wide and watery. "fuck me, please."
art groans, grinding his cock against your soaked panties. the heat of you seeps through the lacy fabric, making him throb with need. he rubs his tip against the practically see-through fabric, soaked through with arousal. relishes your needy, breathy moans. he hooks his fingers around your panties and rips them away, baring you completely to his hungry gaze. "look at you," he rasps, drinking in the sight of you spread out beneath him, glistening. ready. "so fucking perfect. fuck â 'm gonna . . . i'm gon' wreck this pussy, baby. make it all mine, yeah?" he slaps his length against your clit, smirking crookedly at the way you whimper. "make you forget about all those other â other little boys, yeah?"
and with that, he notches the head of his dick against your entrance and surges forward, burying himself balls-deep in your tight, slick pussy. you cry out, back arching off the couch as he fills you. stretches you, claims you.
he sets a punishing pace, fucking into you like a man possessed. the wet slap of skin on skin fills the room, punctuated by your pornographic moans and his grunts of pleasure "fuckkk," you whine into him languidly, hands scrabbling against his thick arms. "fuck, daddy. you're â you're so fucking big."
he leans down to capture your lips in a filthy kiss, all teeth and tongue. swallows your cries of ecstasy as he pounds into you. he grunts, fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise. "you like this, huh? like daddy's big . . . fuck â big cock splitting you open, hm?"
you nod with a sob, thighs shaking at the relentless snapping of his hips into yours. his fingers find your clit, rubbing mercilessly. pushing you closer to the edge with every touch.
"gonna cum," he warns breathlessly, hips stuttering. "gon' fill your cunt up, baby. breed this pussy."
he leans down to bite at your neck, sucking dark bruises into your skin. marking you as his territory.
"cum for me, baby," he demands, voice strained with impending release. "milk â milk me fuckin' dry."
the filthy words send you over the edge, your walls clamping down on him like a vice. you cum with a scream, convulsing around his shaft as he empties himself inside you with a loud moan.
he collapses on top of you, both of you panting and sated. for a long moment, he just holds you, nuzzling into your neck. you smile at him like you'd just won the lottery, legs wrapping around his hips.
"am i better than mom?" you whispered into his ear.
he lets out a real, honest-to-god bark of a laugh. "jesus christ," he pants. "you're fucking . . . you're amazing. fucking intense."
understatement of the century. he just fucked his stepdaughter senseless, filled her with his babies, and he's already craving more. fuck, he's in deep. so fucking deep. literally and figuratively.
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#â á° .á stepdad!art#art donaldson x reader#art donaldson smut#art donaldson blurb#art donaldson#challengers smut#challengers 2024#ÂĄ! â nina's writing
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GREEDY ; SV5
sebastian vettel x interviewer!reader
. . . at the height of his career all vettel wants is to win. with four world championships on his back, his ego- out of the world, surely that's enough for a room in your life.
amgf i forgot to add this but!!! implied smut but no actual scene, yay! the first post in the main is greedy đ€â i love how this turned out, wrote it in one sitting too hahahaha i'm enjoying myself way too much, i hope you do to <3
death of a bachelor ; masterlist
âNervous?âÂ
You walk out from the ensuite bathroom, finding the blonde German tangled up in the sheets, in that post-sex afterglow, hair- a sweaty mess, breaths labored, and eyes closed in blissed. It was indeed a sight to see, youâre proud, what can you say?
âWhy would I be nervous?â Sebastian raises his eyebrows as you move closer to him, kissing his head before scooting in between the sheets.
âYour retirement? The media? My upcoming questions for the tribute?âÂ
Sebâs laughter filled the hotel room, wrapping his arms around yours, âCanât let me catch a break can you?â he whispers in your ears, hands lingering lower your stomach.
You shake your head, fighting the smile growing on your face, âNeed to keep you on your toes. Whatever will happen to that ego of yours if I praise you easily.â
Seb shrugs, âUnderstandable, I mean you praise me enough in bed, I think I will bust a nut if you praise me there and then in press interviews.â
Scoffing, you stand up, slapping his arms playfully- âYou need to control that mouth of yours, itâs funny how you havenât slipped up yet. About this, yâknow.â
Grabbing your cheeks, Sebastian pulls you in for a kiss, âCanât. Wouldnât dare even. Whatâs mine is mine, and you are mine. Thereâs no way Iâm telling.â
Lifting yourself, you straddle on his thighs, âYouâre not that good at hiding either, other drivers are asking.âÂ
Peppering kisses on your neck, Sebastian groaned at the thought of the other drivers going to interviews with you. âDonât remind me. I saw your interview with Lewis, and people are liking it way too much. Now I need to think of some snarky comment to turn all the attention back to you and me.â
A moan escapes your lips, laughter filled in between as you throw your head, back arching closer to Sebâs. âYouâre insufferable.â
âIâm greedy. And Iâm yours.â
You hum, letting Seb play with your thighs, âIs that why you brought me with you to Silverstone?â
âThereâs nothing wrong with an early celebration right?â
You laugh, âIs that what weâre doing? Celebrating?â
Sebastian stops, pushing you back to the bed. Staring at his eyes, you see the hunger and determination inside them.
âCelebrating for the rest of our lives. Fuck, youâre driving me crazy liebe.â
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sebastianvettel5 how it started ten years ago and how it's going. retirement has never been better, all the things i want i have, and of course with you interviewyln
it took me a long time to even comprehend that i ended up with you. i was jealous, childish, and greedy. thank heavens that you gave me a chance, and here i am ten years later.
after my first interview with you, i knew i had to make the best first impression. who would've thought banter and snarky comments would lead us together.
and now, i wouldn't have it any other way with you and now with our daughter. i love you so much, thank you for being with me at my worst, and in the best times.
liebe, you'll always be in my heart.
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intervieweryln honey, thank you so much. i wouldn't have it any other way. through the thick and thin, we'll be together. i love you so much seb.
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OK LAST ONE I PROMISE. but you know I had to send in a theseus request so ⊠theseus + "You think I like being like this? Every time someone fucking touches you I want to rip their hands off!" teehee đ
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theseus scamander x fem!reader
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âI can hear you sulking over there. Câmon,â you urge as you watch him out of your periphery. He closed his eyes before he exhaled slowly. Deeply, forcing all of the air out of his lungs in the hopes that his foul mood would exit with it. He didnât want to be like this. He didnât want to hate your secretary, to be the possessive guy that never let his partner speak to another man, but it was starting to eat away at him. It was a lot easier to lose you when he didnât fully have you, yet.
or the one where theseus can't stand your secretary.
warnings:Â none that i can think of, semi-possessive theseus?
masterlistÂ
He was just your secretary. Thatâs what you keep telling yourself. And Theseus. All he does is your filing and allow people entry into your office. And bring you your morning coffee without you needing to ask for it, with the exact amount of cream and sugar you take without you ever having told him in the past.Â
Of course, this was just him being excellent at his job, it was why youâd kept him on for so long. There was a quick turnover rate for secretaries at the ministry. A year or two, at most, before they were either fired by their respective bosses or they left to pursue a field they were actually passionate about. But not Richard. No, youâd been working with Richard for the better part of five years. Long before youâd ever met your now boyfriendâif you could even call him that, only having been on a dozen or so dates at this point. Not that the question hadnât been on the tip of his tongue since the first time you batted your eyelashes at him.Â
That didnât stop Theseus from clenching his jaw every morning when he stopped by to say hello only to find your secretary to have abandoned his post outside your office in favor of holing up in your loveseat and carrying on with whatever annoyingly dull topic of conversation heâd chosen to occupy your time with. It didnât stop him from rolling his eyes at the way his hand lingered over yours as he dropped off the accounts you needed that afternoon during your lunch break, little more than a glance cast askew at him as he sat beside you. It didnât stop him from biting his tongue so hard it bled each time you brought Richard up in the evenings when he walked you out of the building.
No, it didnât matter how long youâd worked with the man. Theseus knew a crush when he saw one.Â
âWhatâs wrong, love? Youâve been tense all day,â you say, gently placing a hand onto his shoulder. Heâd been sitting in your office for a little over an hour, his work day having already drawn to a close but youâd had to finish up a last minute assignment your boss had thrown on your desk fifteen minutes before you were supposed to leave. Theseus hadnât minded waiting.
âNothing,â he clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. Richard had been especially irritating that day. Heâd barely had five minutes alone with you before youâd forced your secretary to go home once the clock hit six.Â
âI can hear you sulking over there. Câmon,â you urge as you watch him out of your periphery. He closed his eyes before he exhaled slowly. Deeply, forcing all of the air out of his lungs in the hopes that his foul mood would exit with it. He didnât want to be like this. He didnât want to hate your secretary, to be the possessive guy that never let his partner speak to another man, but it was starting to eat away at him. It was a lot easier to lose you when he didnât fully have you, yet.
âItâs nothing, lovely. Promise,â he says. At the very least, having this time with you was beginning to dull the headache that had formed earlier in the day. He thinks it started when Richard had once again waltzed into your office during your lunch hour with the hopes of taking you out to the bakery a couple blocks away.Â
âOkay,â you drawl, eyebrows drawn together.Â
Itâs then that Theseus notices the parchment stuck to your desk lamp. It was a charmed doodle, one that poorly illustrated a man with smoke shooting out of his ears sitting at a desk played on a loop. To keep you company while you work - Rich. Of course.
âYou ready?â you ask, shuffling around documents and files on your desk to deal with on Monday when you return before grabbing your bag off the ground and slipping your coat on. You circle around the furniture in your office to stand in front of Theseus. He ran a firm hand across his brow bone as he stood to meet you. He leans forward to place a chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth as he nods.Â
Itâs hard to ignore how stiff heâs become.
âAre we still good for dinner at yours tonight?â you ask.Â
âOf course,â he hums. He wasnât going to let this ruin the one of the few evenings a week he got to spend with you. Or, at least, he was going to try to not let it ruin it.Â
Once he was sure youâd both collected the remainders of your belongings, he takes your hand in his to apparate the two of you to his flat. Since you werenât going back to your place, he didnât feel the need to walk the two of you all the way across the ministry just to disapparate from there. He only did that to spend a couple extra minutes with you, anyway.Â
Itâs only the second time youâve been to his place, but the short wave of nausea prevents you from feeling too overwhelmingly nervous about it. You set your bag beside the door before you move to the kitchen to sit and let the urge to vomit begin to dissipate. Theseus smooths a palm over down your arm as he slides up behind you.Â
He leans down to whisper in your ear. His nose brushes against your cheek. âCan I get you anything?â
âMaybe a pennyâŠâ you trail off.
âA penny?â he huffs amused.
âFor your thoughts,â you say.
âI told you it was nothing.â
âDarling, I know somethingâs wrong. I want to help if I can,â you say, tilting your head back enough to look at his face. He bends again to kiss your forehead. Itâs tender, sweet. Nearly domestic.Â
âItâs just work stress, I guess,â he says. He wasnât technically lying.Â
âIâm sorry,â you hum, bringing a hand up to smooth across his cheek for a second. âDo you want to talk about it? It might help if you get some of it off your chest.â
âI wouldnât want to burden you, love,â he says as he begins to move away from your chair. He meanders around the small kitchen as he starts to gather the things he needs to cook dinner. You hardly notice as he charms the cutting board to dice vegetables for him.Â
âIt wouldnât be a burden. Richieâs always telling me about the kinds of things that bother him at the office,â you say. Theseusâ jaw clenches. With his suit coat already having been slung across the couch in the living room, heâs quick to roll his button-down sleeves up to his elbows.Â
âFucking Richard,â he mutters. Itâs so quiet you almost miss it. Your brows raise. He runs a palm over his jaw, resisting the urge to bite down on one of his fingers.Â
âThis is about him?â
âWhat?â he asks as he turns away from you to grab noodles from his pantry. The first time heâd asked about Richard had been harmless. A one-off question at the end of your evening when heâd been walking you back to your flat. A question youâd answered simply. Heâs just your secretary. Then heâd asked again. A second and a third time.Â
âThis. Your⊠mood. Itâs about him, isnât it?â you ask. Youâre attempting to sound understanding, but you know thereâs an edge to your tone. He doesnât elicit an answer. âI thought I told you he wasnât anything to worry about. He works for me.â
âI know,â he grumbles.Â
âThen whatâs this about, hm?â you ask, standing from your chair and moving into his space.Â
âItâs just.â Heâs cracking, slightly. He hates that heâs allowed himself to get affected by something so trivial. âHeâs always there.â
âYouâve got yourself in a fit because my secretary comes into my office during work hours?â
âItâs the way he is around you, you know? Heâs always around, always touching or trying to touch. You should see the way he looks at you,â he huffs. The box in his hand drops onto the counter suddenly, his hands following as he pushes his weight against them.Â
âThes-â you start.Â
âYou think I like being like this? You think itâs something I want? To be so angry and aggravated about something that I canât control? That you canât control?â he asks. âEverytime he touches you I want to rip his fucking hands off.â
You step behind him, winding your arms around his middle until heâs stood straight again. His hands find yours and interweave between your fingers.Â
âItâs not you,â he sighs. âWell, I mean, it is you. I donât see how there isnât a single man left in the world not wrapped tight around your finger.â
You press a kiss between his collarbones. He relaxes into your hold.Â
âI donât want Richard,â you say.
âI know.â
âI want you.â
âI want you, too, darling.â
âBut I also want you to talk to me,â you say as you urge him to turn to face you with a tap of your fingers against his torso. âIâll talk to him. I canât say I havenât noticed him being a little closer to me than some of the other secretaries have been with their bosses, because I have. So, Iâll talk to him. But, I need you to talk to me, too.â
His forehead falls forward until itâs pressed against yours.Â
You continue, âI need you to tell me when stuff like this bothers you. You canât just be all angry at the world and do nothing about it and expect it all to change. Okay?â
âI can do that,â he hums.Â
âGood,â you nod.Â
âGood.â
âYou also need to remember that Iâm a grown-up and I can handle myself, too, right? Just because another man may or may not have his eyes on me doesnât mean Iâm going to go running off into the sunset with him,â you say. A soft laugh rumbles in his chest, his eyes crinkling with a soft smile at the sides.Â
âAlright,â he says.Â
âNow,â you say. âWhatâs for dinner?â
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Sketches. Mapi x Ingrid x reader.
Summary: what happens when Ingrid and mapi discover the sketches r drew of them.
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Doom scrolling on your phone after practice was your favorite activity of the day. You would come home exhausted, throw your kitbag in the hallway, and cocoon in your coach for about an hour.
Today was no different. You got home and did the same thing. You opened TikTok, and scrolled half mindedly. One video though grabbed your attention. It was a tik tok from the official page of Barcelona where your teammates were asked to describe you in a few words.
Cata was the first to answer and she did so by describing you as quiet. It was fair you didn't talk much if at all. It's not that you weren't comfortable enough with the team, you were just a quiet person. Irene was next and she called you kind which put a smile on your face. All your teammates called you different versions of sweet, kind, funny, quiet, and shy. You found their words endearing and it almost brought you to tears. This reaction quickly went away after you heard what mapi described you. â Talented artist.â your face turned white and your heartbeat was accelerating. Her answer was followed by Ingrid who described you as an â impressive painter.â
You dropped your phone quickly. â No it can't be. No no no no. Fuck!!â You got up from the couch and tried to keep yourself busy. You put away your kit bag, did laundry , cleaned the house surprisingly thoroughly. You even meal prepped. all of this so that you wouldn't think about that video, their response, and what most likely saw.
Your alarm found you awake for the first time since the championâs league final which spoke greatly to the anxiety you were experiencing. The thought of being face to face with them knowing that they know your secret terrified you but had to go to training so you did, and your mission was to get through the day without making contact with them because if you did you would either cry or throw up and that wasn't an option.
â Nena what's wrong?â Asked Alexia at the meeting room.
â Nothing capi everything is good.â You say trying to contain your tears. That's when she held your hand and redirected her focus to the coach. She rubbed her thumb across your knuckles once in a while. Once the meeting was over she pulled you gently out of the room and to a different room.
â We are not getting out of this room until you tell me what is wrong.â Alexia looked so gentle, caring and a little bit worried. But you couldn't tell her what was wrong.
â Nena I love you and I care about you deeply. Your anxiety is clearly through the roof. Just let me help you. We decided that you would let me help, remember.â She put her hand on your shoulder and desperately waited for an answer.
Alexia was like a big sister to you. She helped you survive your time in Barca but your issue right now was within the team not the pressure or the limelight and you know there was nothing to fix it.
â I want a transfer. I want to leave Barcelona. I want to leave. â You close your eyes so that you won't cry.
â It's okay pequena everything is gonna be okay. I can fix this, whatever this is I can fix it. Trust me.â She pulled you in for a hug. Your anxiety was through the roof and the voices in your head were screaming vile and scary things at you.
â I want to leave ale. I am serious.â You try to say sturnely.
â You are one of your best strikers. We need you now more than ever if we want to quadruple again. And we do so you are staying.â She just held you as you cried some more.
Once you calmed down you apologized to Alexia. â I guess you aren't gonna tell me right?â she asked again.
â It's just about a stupid video.â You tried to stop the words as they were coming out of your mouth but it was too late.
âWhat video?â She asked suspiciously.
â A video posted by the Barca page. It's nothing to worry about. Sorry capi, I didn't mean to freak out.â
â It's fine Nena if you don't feel like training you can go home. â She proposed after realizing you won't say anything.
â Yeah I think that is a good idea.â You went to the locker room, grabbed your bag and left. Alexia then pulled out her phone and searched for the video you were talking about. She watched it 3 times and her teamatesâs answers seemed fine, but she got suspicious of mapi and Ingrid's answers so she went to talk to them.
â Maria, Ingrid, I need to talk to you.â Demanded the captain. They complied and waited for her at the side of the pitch.
â Where is Nena?â Asked mapi.
â That's what I am here to talk to you about. She went home now. I just managed to calm her down but she isn't okay. She was crying and she said she wanted a transfer from this team. She also said something about a video the social media team posted. I didn't understand anything.â Mapi and Ingrid gave one another a look they both understood. They knew what troubled you and they felt bad for it.
â Don't worry about it ale. We will make things right, I promise you.â Said Ingrid.
âSo you did something wrong. You hurt her somehowâ Alexia started to frown with anger.
â Ale calm down, I will tell you everything just not now. Everything will be alright tomorrow.â
âWell it better fucking be or you will answer to me.â added the captain before leaving.
When you arrived home your head was pounding because of the crying so you headed straight to your bedroom, got under the covers and slept almost immediately, too tired to do anything else. You only woke up when your phone was buzzing under your pillow.
â Holaâ you answered without checking who is calling.
â Hola Nena, I need you to open the door. We are standing outside.â Said a familiar voice.
You put your phone to the side and went straight to your door not realizing what you were doing.
Once you opened the door, your eyes opened wide, surprised at who was at your door. You stood there like a statue trying desperately to calm the voices in your head.
âNena , please let us in, we need to talk to you.â said ingrid in the gentlest voice you ever heard.
You couldn't kick them out so you stepped aside and let them get in. By the time you got to the living room your heart was beating very fast, each breath was harder and harder and the walls around you started to close in on you. Mapi was the first one to notice so she came running towards you. She took your hand, guided you to the couch and started to construct you to take deep breaths.
â I am gonna leave. Transfer window is in 2 weeks so the coach has enough time to secure a deal with a new team. Even if they dont we can fake an injury for the media and I can just stay home until the summer where we can look again for another deal. You don't have to worry about anything. I won't cause any problems i swear. . â you say once you get your breath back.
â nena why do you think anybody wants you to leave?â askes ingrid.
â I know you think I am a creep, I understand that. I don't want to cause any problems within the team so I am leaving.â you try to say as calmly as you can.
â nena we don't think you are creepy.â replied mapi. You look at them with confusion. What if you understood everything all wrong? what if you had jumped to false confusion? What if this was all a misunderstanding from you part?
â You said in that video that I draw really well. I never showed you any of my drawings so that means that you saw them.â you try to piece everything together.
They both look at eachother hesitantly before ingrid starts talking.
â The other day in the locker room you wanted to talk to the physio and left your ipad open, that's when I saw a drawing of myself and I zoomed out to see the full picture. I then accidentally swiped and saw that you drew a few portraits of me and mapi separately and together.â you knew that they saw the portraits, but hearing the words come out of ingridâs mouth made the situation much worse for you. Those drawings were something sacred and intimate to you. You expressed your every thought through them. They were your safe space and they gave solace. But now they have changed into a nightmare that would force you to leave your favorite place in the world.
â Did you see all of them?â your voice seemed to have shrunk and as you ask the question staring at the floor.
â yes but we don't think it's creepy. We think it's beautiful that you drew us.â mapi didn't know what to say. She was afraid that she said the wrong thing and made the situation worse.
â mapi you saw 79 portraits of you and your girlfriend on my ipad. Very detailed portraits of the two of you that I drew when I was near you in the meeting room or training or the dinner hall or even my own bedroom and you don't think that thatâs a little bit sick.â you ask the question sarcastically.
â No we don't. look we didn't come here to fight with you or reprimand you weâŠ.â you didn't let ingrid finish her sentence, you instead got up, grabbed your ipad and displayed the portraits for them.
â You seriously don't think this portrait is creepy.â you show them a portrait you drew of them kissing. You weren't thinking of how embarrassing this moment was, you were trying to convince yourself that they hate you because it was better than the alternative. â Look, I hate myself for this more than you could ever hate me. That's why I want to leave. I am not going to make you feel uncomfortable anymore. â
â can you please just shut up for a moment. We don't hate you, we don't find you creepy, we liked what we saw, and we think you are very talented. Please don't turn this into something it's not. And please don't ask for a transfer.â mapi didn't mean for her words to come out like that but she couldn't stand seeing the hurt on your face.
â Look what Maria means to say is that it's all good with us. You don't have to worry about anything and that we are sorry we brought it up in the first place.â ingrid then extended her arms and offered you a hug which you took. You hugged her and mapi again as they left your apartment. Once you found yourself alone in your house again you grabbed your ipad and smashed it to the ground cracking the screen. You left it there on the ground and went straight to bed.
While you slept soundly the couple were the ones that would stay awake late at night.
' you shouldn't have said it like that maria.â reprimanded ingrid.
â What did you want me to do? I couldn't just sit there and let her insult herself.â defended mapi.
â I don't think we handled it right. We should have talked to her more.â
â you have seen her when she closes herself off. You can't break through when she does that. Once she convinced herself with something you can't undo it. And now she convinced herself that we hate her which isn't true.â
â We have to find a way to convince her otherwise. She can't leave.â
â she won't, amor.â
The next day was travel day and you were the first on that bus. You sat in the front, put on your head phones and closed your eyes. The team knew from alexia not to bother you and alexia was informed by ingrid and mapi to let them handle your situation.
You didn't hear anybody get on the bus, you only realized what was happening when the bus started moving. You weren't bothered for the first 20 minutes of the ride but that didn't last long because somebody snatched an airpod from your ear.
â No iPad today?â asked a smiling mapi who sat next to you . Ingrid sat in front of you.
â No, I gave that up.â
â It's a shame you were very good at it.â she responded.
â Since when did you start drawing?â asked ingrid.
â since I was a kid. My therapist used to encourage me to do it because I wasn't so good at expressing what i am feeling.â
â and these drawings help you express your feelings?â you knew what ingrid was getting to and you didn't want to go there so you went for your phone to try and increase the volume of the airpod left in your ear but ingridâs hand got to it first.
â Yesterday we were scared that we would say the wrong thing. But today I would rather say the wrong thing than lose you nena.â what ingrid said shocked you.
â So you were saying that drawing helps you express things right?â continues mapi.
â yeah. I am not very good at words. I never was so I drew all the words I couldn't say. â
â Do you have your ipad with you?â asked ingrid.
â No, I don't have an ipad anymore i smashed it yesterday.â
â why?â
â becauseâŠ.â you were quickly interrupted by mapi â don't you dare say it's creepy.â
A staff member interrupts your conversation by putting an envelope on the table.
â room 1209, 3 beds like you asked.â she said looking at mapi.
â What did you do?â you ask confused.
â I am making sure you are not leaving.â
The bus stopped so you couldn't continue the conversation. You weren't left any room to protest the decision that was made for you as the couple were more stubborn than you are.
Once you got in the room you were hit with the reality that you were going to have to sleep in the same room as them.
â mapi i can't stay here.â
â why not?â
â You know the reason why.â
â No we dont.â said ingrid.
â Please don't make me go through this. I promise I won't leave, just please don't make me.â
â I don't understand why you are so upset right now. We are just going to share a room.
The couple knew that playing dumb would anger you enough that you would start talking. The melancholic look on their faces hit the nail on the head.
â i cant be here because of the same reason i drew those fucking drawing.. I tried to get you out of my head by drawing you and fantasizing about you but i can't stay stop whatever i am feeling from coming out when i'm sleeping and you are cuddling next to me.â
â Why would that bother you?â they continued to play on your built up anger.
â It bothers me because I want to be in the middle of you. I want to be with you. That's why I drew you, that's why I fantasize about it and that's why I can't sleep here.â you weren't realizing what you were saying not until you said it and it hit you like a truck.
Suddenly , you see the couple moving two beds together, taking off their shoes, and laying on the bed. Ingrid then taps on the space between them calling you over.
â you gotta be fucking kidding me?â you say.
â We knew what you felt the day we saw you drawing but we thought we were just reaching or projecting our feelings towards you. Since yesterday we were trying to get you to admit your feelings so that we would do too but you kept on insulting yourself which was nice by the way so we resulted in playing dumb which clearly worked. â said mapi.
â We care about you, we don't want to lose you. We don't have to figure out everything right now so just come and lay with us please. â added ingrid.
You were moving on autopilot when you took off your shoes and layed in the middle of the bed between them . you stared at ingridâs eyes for long time before you moved or spoke.
â Your eyes are so beautiful I could never capture them in a drawing.â you then look over at mapi â and you smile i don't think i have never seen it up close. This is too much.â you try to get up but they stop you.
â We don't have to do anything right now.â mapi handed you a notebook and a pen.
â Why don't you draw this moment now.â you take the pen and the biggest smile spreads on your face as you get up, look at them, and start drawing as they admired you.
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Could you write something Logan x reader where she uses a safe word? Like usually she is fine and enjoys the rougher play but for whatever reason she is overwhelmed or gets scared. Maybe she is embarrassed or feels bad for it because she doesnât want him to blame himself or something
note: our most active author's birthday was yesterday, so weâve been pretty busy. we apologize for the gap in our posting but trust me, we have a lot of posts coming. stay tuned!
btw, I gave you guys a lil tease at the endâŠ
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Today has been a long day of teaching for y/n. She hoped to come home and rest, but Logan also had a bad day. Usually, when he does, he needs to kiss, feel, or be in y/n to relax.
âIâve missed you all day. Damn kids always pushinâ my buttons,â Logan spoke low in the crook of y/nâs neck as his hips slowly moved.
âYou just take all of my stress away, baby. Love you so much,â Logan growled, now snapping his hips. He loved the feeling of her growing wet underneath him. He loved her so much.
Y/n let out a small and soft moan, enjoying the pleasure, but she still felt off. She hadnât told Logan she wanted a break today, because the man looked more stressed than usual.
âYou sound so beautiful, baby. Canât get enough,â the man rolled his hips in the right spot, getting him close to his climax.
As he was thrusting, he realized y/n hadnât come yet. âCâmon, baby. Cum on me. Wanna feel you,â the ma buried his face into her neck to bite down a bit, just how she liked it, but right now, she felt off.
âFuck, baby, câmon! Câmon!â The man growled, snapping his hips at a fast and hard pace. âL-Logan,â y/n stuttered, feeling the pleasure but more pain since her body was working against her.
âYes, baby, thatâs it. Thatâs it!â Logan placed one hand next to Y/nâs head and used the other to grip her waist, pulling her body into his thrust.
âS-Stop,â y/n begged low, not knowing if she should stop the man, or let him relax. âSsh, baby â So fuckinâ close,â the man said as his cock twitched in her.
Y/n tried keeping herself together, knowing this would only last several more thrusts, but her eyes began to tear.
âR-Red,â y/n said low, instantly, making Logan slow his hips down. âRed!â Y/n cried out. Logan quickly pulled out of y/n and pushed himself off of the bed.
Logan went to speak, but he cut himself off after seeing y/n curl up on their shared bed. He was afraid he did something wrong. He didnât know if he should comfort her or stay back.
âBub?â Logan asked, voice soft so he wouldnât alarm her. âBaby? A-Are you okay?â He asked as he slowly crawled on the bed to look over her curled body.
âY-Yes, I just need time,â Y/n said, shutting her eyes tighter in embarrassment. How could she stop her own husband as he got closer to finishing, just because she had a bad day at work.
âO-Okay, sweetheart, just- Iâm here if you need anything, okay?â He asked as y/n slowly turned around. âNo, no, donât leave. I-I didnât mean it,â Y/n said as she rubbed her tears away.
âJust a bad day at work. Itâs nothing serious, so we can continue-â Logan cut her off before she could continue. âNah uh, weâll continue tomorrow. Letâs just relax for right now, okay?â He said as she went to pull y/n down to lay with him, but she refused.
âNo, no, Iâm fine! I swear, we can keep going. I-Itâs not that serious-â Before she could continue again, he got her off. âIt is serious if youâre shouting safe words, y/n,â Logan said.
Y/n stayed silent at his tone, not knowing how to respond.
âBaby, if youâre not down to make love, you gotta tell me. I see you every day, almost all day. I can take a little break to just lay and look into your pretty eyes,â Logan sat up and rubbed y/nâs wet cheek.
âI know, itâs just-â y/n was cut off again. âNo! No, I donât want to hear it. Câmere and lay down, before I get upset. Mhmkay?â The man said as he laid back again, waiting for her to do the same, and so she did.
âIâm not relaxed unless you are, princess. Need my baby fully in the mood when I touch her. No exceptions. No matter how much I need to taste you,â
âBut, I want you to finish,â y/n said, looking up at the man who she knew needed to release. âBaby, donât worry about me. I can live until tomorrow or whenever you feel better,â the man said, but it was hard to ignore his hard-on against her body as they lay together.
âC-Can I watch you? I just donât feel like doing anything, you know? But I can watch you,â she said, feeling a bit awkward, but she couldnât lie and say she didnât want to satisfy her man a little tonight.
âBaby, I think you should rest-â This time, before he could dish, y/n cut him off. âPlease, baby? You were so close,â Y/n said as she dragged her hand up his long and thick shaft.
âFuck,â the man breathed out, feeling his coco twitch instantly. He was painfully hard and leaking out of his tip worse than sheâd ever seen before. If he didnât cum now, he wouldâve been in his sleep.
âFine, but donât touch me anymore, baby. Feels too good, and I want you to rest,â Logan said as he removed her hand and replaced it with his own.
Logan began fishing his cock slowly, stroking her leftover wetness on his cock to make his hand glide smoother.
âMhm hm,â Logan tried holding his moan in, feeling a bit off that he was the only one moaning, but when he looked to the side to see y/nâs eyes lust over him storming himself, he let them out.
âFuck, baby â Not even touchinâ me and I feel like Iâm goinâ crazy for you,â Logan said in between his grunts. Y/n placed a hand on his lower stomach, teasing him even after he said to now to uh her anymore.
âWhat did I say, princess? D-Donât touch me. Just relax,â he said, but she ignored him and slightly scratched at his skin. âAugh fuck,â the man let out, hips fucking upwards as he felt himself near.
Loganâs feet curled, as his legs pointed in-word, letting y/n know he was right there. âThatâs it, baby,â Y/n said, and that was it for Logan.
Logan groaned loudly, fist staying in place as his grip tightened around himself. Cum shot out of him and painted all over his thighs, abs, chest, and y/nâs hands and arms.
Y/n talked the man through his high, trying something new as she stroked his face. Logan accepted it all, softly placing his hand on her hand as he shook and caught his breath.
Logan never knew someone could make him feel this crazy with minimal touch. Heâs fallen harder than he was before.
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breeding kink hc - Mark Lee
paring : husband!mark x afab!reader
warnings/tags : very nsfw, mentions of pregnancy, oral sex, unprotected sex, cockwarming, fluff, breeding kink, Mark going AT it
summary : mark will do whatever it takes to get you pregnant.
a/n : this was supposed to be uploaded yesterday on 1/27 but i posted the Sunoo hc instead. Also, if you have any requests, you can leave them in my inbox! and don't leave hate comments for me to see. if you don't like it just block me and leave.
Having a child together was always something Mark and you knew would happen for you. Brushed lightly on the subject, you clearly remember the way Markâs eyes would light up when youâd mentioned earlier in your relationship, that you wanted children.
Now, married in bliss with your second anniversary approaching, Mark had started to get a little impatient. You both knew you wanted to get pregnant eventually but hadnât quite decided concretely exactly when just yet.
For Mark, a family always seemed a distant dream. However, when youâd walked into his life, he knew he wanted it with you.
In the beginning of your relationship, you used condoms during sex. It worked at the time, but eventually, after a conversation together, you decided youâd get yourself on birth control. Mark and you were pretty serious, had a solid foundation for your relationship and knew you wanted to be together for the rest of your lives,
And part of you wanted to take that step in your relationship; no matter how minor it may be. Sex was already something so intimate between you two, but to remove the barrier of a condom and really feel each other closer? It felt natural. Felt like something you trusted each other with.
Little did you know, that decision would spark a little something in your manâŠ
For Mark, the first time youâd had sex using birth control, he swore he fell a little further for you [if it was even possible]. To know you trusted him to cum inside, that you werenât scared, or fearful of anything going wrong meant so much to him.
Often during sex, heâd find himself thinking how much power his seed really had. On birth control, his cum buried deep inside your cunt meant nothing more than the mutual trust you two shared, a symbol of how deep your relationship had gotten.
But if you were off birth control? If the sex was unprotected?
Markâs cum held great power. He could put a baby in you. Your baby, that you made with the embodiment of love your bodies yield to each other. The thought alone made Mark shiver each time, shuddering with a tingle of anticipation when heâd spill his hot loads inside you each night.
âMark?â Youâd asked one night, after a steamy quickie before bed. You rested your head on his bare chest as he heaves down from his high, a heavy palm rested to the bare skin of your exposed back.
âYeah, baby?â He returns, kissing the top of your tousled hair softly. His palms are gently soothing over your bare hips, the same hips that would someday, hopefully carry the live of your child.
And that same night, the conversation happened. Youâre both ready for a baby, you both want a baby with each other.
Mark is ecstatic, canât wait to watch your pregnant belly grow as he showers his love on you, taking care of you each step of the way. Mark is already the perfect husband, and you best bet that it would heighten tenfold when youâre pregnant.
You have sex every single day now, sometimes multiple times a day. Sex with Mark was always fantastic, always had you practically on the verge of tears to how well heâd fuck you when he needed to, how well heâd make love to you when he needed to. If anyone knows how to strike the perfect balance, itâs Mark Lee.
âYou gonna give me a baby, kitten?â Mark rasps, hastily pounding into your needy cunt from above. His biceps rest on either side of you and they look massive this way, a dark, almost primal darkness in his eyes on some nights like this. Youâve been trying for about a month now, and Mark is growing impatient. Part of him fears deep inside that as always, something will go wrong; deprive him from the life he wants with you. You make sure to assure him, however. Assure him that itâll happen for you.
âYe-yes baby, put a baby in me MarkâŠâ You whimper, begging underneath him, soft legs tightly wrapped around his waist to give him optimal access to your deepest parts. Markâs cock twitches inside you, and you know heâs close. Every single time, you shake and shudder to the feel of being pounded by him, the way his creamy, succulent cum fills up inside you to the brim.
It baffles you the amount of cum the man carries, how much he spills after each fuck. You can definitely feel him fill you up and it turns you on so fucking bad as you desperately pull him close, peppering needy kisses all over his face as he makes you cum as well.
âThey say the more orgasms you have, the better the chances of getting pregnant.â Mark whispers, slowly delving between your drenched thighs. He licks a long stride up your aching pussy before circling sloppy, wet circles to your clit. Youâre not sure if Markâs theory is 100% accurate. Nonetheless, you know Mark thrives off making you feel good, he wants you to enjoy the process more than him. After all, you are the one whoâs going to be carrying your baby for months on end, bearing all the pain and discomforts that come your way.
It does pull at your heartstrings how much Mark cares, how desperate he is fulfilling the deed of getting you pregnant.
If on your bed, before sex, Mark puts a pillow under your hips to angle them up slightly while he pumps in and out. âCanât have any drip out,â He smirks, pressing a wet kiss to your lips as his throbbing cock stays positioned inside you, cocooned by your warm, pulsing walls after release.
Cockwarming has become almost a daily occurrence. After heâs came inside you, Mark keeps his girthy member inside your cunt for a couple of minutes as you both come down from your highs. Heâll rest his head in the haven of your breasts, arms wrapping around you as you pull him close, kissing his head to happy dreams of this wonderful, loving man fathering your children someday.
Mark insists that you have sex a couple times a day, and you fear heâll eventually get sick of having you if you donât slow down a little
âIâll never get sick of you,â He whispers into your neck, softly kissing the skin as his arms hold you so dearly tight. âI love you, you know that, right?â
âI do.â You whisper, cupping his cheek. Mark is the sweetest man you know, and you best believe heâs only gotten sweeter since youâve started trying.
Sometimes, when lounging next to each other, or when heâd come up behind you in a tender hug as you cook breakfast, Mark rests his hands on your belly; dreaming of how heartfelt it would be the day your baby would be in there,
âYouâre gonna look so beautiful sweetheart, carrying our baby.â His deep baritone would soothe in your ears as he slams into you, your breasts bouncing to his pace as his hips snap into you hard, senselessly. His balls slam your core so hard each time, and the sounds of skin slapping skin fill the house very often nowadays. âGonna show you off to the entire world,â He moans, cupping your breasts & kneading them with a firm force, yet cautious not to hurt you, as his mind drifts to the thought of how full theyâd look, swollen holding milk
Mark and you have possibly tried every sex position there is at this point. Doggy style? Mark fucks into like a rabbit from behind, cock grinding your cervix to the deepest parts before slipping out entirely, only to plummet back in
Your legs on his shoulders as he fucks into you relentlessly? Itâs one of his âtrying to conceiveâ favourites, allows his sperm to take advantage of gravity
Face to face lying beside each other? Mark practically melts each time you do this one. The entry of his cock is so deep this way as you hold each otherâs gazes, your leg draped over his waist as his arms pull you closer, rosy skin flushed together with a thin layer of sweat.
From behind as you lay on your stomach? Markâs eyes roll to the back of his head in this one. He enters you from behind, pounding in as he grinds your g-spot repeatedly, almost always giving you two orgasms before he cums deep, deep inside.
Did I mention how loud Mark is when he cums
He moans, throaty groans fleeing his lips as he practically growls in your ear. The way you clench around him is too much, your pussy is too tight; too warm and heâs far too in love with your body (and all of you, ofc). Far too drunk on thoughts of pounding you pregnant for him.
Sometimes Mark can get so dirty while fucking you.
It surprises you sometimes that your sweet, loving, wholesome husband can say such sinful things
âGonna make a baby come out of that tight little pussy.â He drips, biting small love marks into your skin as he thrusts, marking your body as his breeding ground.
I mean he is a literal assassin so you do get that he can be a bit brutal sometimes
He tracks your periods and the days youâre most fertile (not that it matters too much since he fucks you into oblivion each day haha) but on days where youâve ovulating, he makes sure to go deeper, harder, and get in multiple rounds for optimal chances of conceiving.
Mark cumming inside is so special now. You canât help but shiver each time you feel him explode deep within you, knowing that that load might be the one to do the trick.
Youâre an advocating member of the âMake Mark a daddy 2024â campaign.
And when your period is lateâŠyou tell Mark with beaming eyes and swear youâd seen a glistening glow in that chocolate gaze, unlike anything youâd ever seen before.
You buy multiple tests together, Mark's hand holding yours the entire time. The thought that your baby might be growing inside you, right now, this second as you stand at the checkout counter has his smiling like a goofy idiot.
Your goofy idiot, of course :)
You take the tests together in the master bathroom of your bedroom. Mark is on edge and you have to hold his hand to reassure him, explaining to him that if its only a false alarm, youâll keep trying because you want this with him. You need this with him.
You want a family and itâs never going to change.
But when all the tests come back positive, Mark is on the brink of tears.
You both are, holding each other tighter than ever as you both cry into each otherâs necks, kneeling in a bundle of cuddles on the bathroom floor. Mark kisses each inch of your face, peppers delicate kisses to your tousled hair, offering squeezes to your hand when you let out a soft sniffle at the sheer happiness.
This is a moment that will forever be engrained in your minds.
It was finally happening;Â you made a baby.
Youâve never seen Mark this happy before, feeling as if everything in his life has finally fallen into place. This is what all the pain, all the hurt, all the sin that lingers in the shadows of his past had been leading up to. A family with you, free of evil, free of any grim that lingers.
A life where the only Mark Lee that the world knows, is the Mark who loves and is loved by his wife, and the Mark who is a father.
The most loving, caring, amazing father he could ever be.
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hands-off, hands-on - a shigaraki x f!reader fic
This was inspired by this art and a comment left on it about the risks of trying to jerk off with a quirk like Decay. It was also inspired by @obsessedtomone and @scarlettcryptid, who encouraged me to write it and then to post it. The pun in the title was my idea and not their fault.
Shigaraki's quirk makes life difficult in a lot of ways, but there's only one he can't find a way around, and since you joined the League of Villains, it's gotten even worse. When the truth comes out at last, he's expecting it to be a disaster and nothing else. He definitely isn't expecting you to offer to help. (cross-posted to Ao3) Canonverse, one-shot, smut.
Shigaraki Tomuraâs quirk is everything to him. Itâs how he found himself alone in the world as a five-year-old, even if he canât remember the details. Itâs why Sensei took an interest in him, why Sensei took him in, why Sensei chose him to carry on his work. Itâs the perfect tool for someone like Shigaraki, who hates everything, who wants nothing more than to destroy everything he doesnât like. Decay is the best thing thatâs ever happened to Shigaraki. And at the same time, it absolutely, categorically sucks.
Shigaraki might hate everything, but he doesnât hate it all the time, and the times when he doesnât hate it are times when heâd love to be able to just have whatever it is without being one wrong move away from ruining it. Name a thing he likes, and his quirk is ready and waiting to fuck it up â gaming, eating, sleeping, even reading the fucking newspaper. He can do all those things four-fingered, if he stays focused. Itâs the stuff he canât stay focused on thatâs impossible.
He canât stay focused when heâs horny, at least not enough to keep from potentially Decaying his dick off. Shigaraki doesnât actually know if his quirk works on himself, and heâs not interested in finding out. And that means that no matter how horny Shigaraki gets or how many poorly timed boners he pops, jerking off is permanently off the table.
Thatâs not to say Shigarakiâs never finished. He has. Heâs spent so much time humping pillows that he had to learn to do his own laundry. But thereâs something really pathetic about being twenty years old with two working hands and still be stuck grinding on a pillow to make himself come, and it always takes so stupidly long. Now that Shigarakiâs got the League of Villains, now that heâs got plans to make and Senseiâs legacy to fulfill, he doesnât have that kind of time. When he wakes up with the worldâs worst morning wood after a dream he doesnât remember clearly, thereâs nothing he can do but wait for it to go away.
It fades â enough â but the feeling doesnât, and eventually Shigaraki doesnât have a choice but to drag himself out of bed. He slinks from his room to the bar, hoping itâll be empty, with the rest of the League out and about preparing for the mission and Kurogiri somewhere nearby if Shigaraki needs him but not actually right there to ask him whatâs bothering him. Shigaraki can pour his own drinks. Maybe he can get out of this if he gives himself whiskey dick on purpose. Kurogiriâs not in the bar, just like he was hoping, but itâs not empty, either. Youâre there, sprawled out over the bar with a sweating glass of water on a coaster in front of you.
Shigarakiâs jaw clenches at the sight. âWhat are you doing here?â he demands, and you look up. âDonât you have something to do?â
âI did it already.â You yawn. âUsing my quirk tires me out.â
âReally?â Shigaraki canât keep the irritation out of his voice. âMaking people stupid is that exhausting?â
Your quirk is a weird one. It lets you increase or decrease a targetâs ability to plan, reason, problem-solve, remember things, and learn â in other words, their intelligence. âFrom this distance, for as many people as you need me to hit?â You yawn again and drop your head back down to the bar. âYeah. Remember, I have to keep them all being stupid the same way, right up until itâs too late. Or your plan wonât work.â
Shigaraki had the pieces of the plan before he made you use your quirk on him, but once you used the quirk on him, he did some fine-tuning on the strategy, and he came up with the idea of using your quirk the opposite way, too. While the rest of the League is planning to make the attack on UAâs summer training camp a success, youâre using your quirk every day on the heroes in charge of planning the camp itself. Shigarakiâs not actually going to know if it works until after the attack, and that pisses him off. âGo nap somewhere else, then.â
âIâm not going to bother you,â you say. âWhere else am I supposed to go, anyway? Your room?â
Shigarakiâs this close to saying yes, just to get you to leave, before he remembers what his room looks like â and remembers that he spent a while trying to see if grinding one out would work this time. He canât kick you out of the hideout. You look like shit, and youâll attract a lot of attention. âFine. Shut up.â
âYep.â You fold your arms on the bar and rest your head on them, shutting your eyes.
Even when you arenât looking at him or talking, your presence bothers Shigaraki. Itâs bothered him since the beginning â as much as heâs bothered by the others, in a different way than heâs bothered by the others. While the others can at least manage to avoid pissing Shigaraki off, thereâs nothing you do that doesnât cause some kind of problem. If youâre talking to him too much, heâs annoyed because he doesnât know why youâre talking to him. If youâre not talking to him, heâs pissed about that, too. If youâre not around, heâs mad that youâre avoiding him, and if you are around, he wishes you werenât. The fact that youâre here was a big problem for him even before he started having the dreams.
Shigaraki canât remember the details of last nightâs dream, but he knows you were in it. He pours himself a drink, takes the bottle with him, and sits down at the far end of the bar from you. You donât look up again, and Shigaraki finishes his first drink, then half of his second, with no improvement on the situation. He shifts on the barstool, trying to get more comfortable. He needs to find something else to do. Something that will distract him from how stupidly horny he is.
Youâre right there, and being irritated with you for doing anything at all is as good a distraction as anything else. âIf all youâre doing is making a couple of heroes slightly dumber, youâre not really pulling your weight, are you?â
You donât stir, but Shigaraki sees your shoulders stiffen. âWhat else should I be doing?â
âMore,â Shigaraki says. You lift your head to look at him dead on, and Shigaraki hates that so much that he loses his train of thought for a second. âI donât want them slightly dumber. I want them so stupid they canât walk in a straight line. You have to get closer to them for that? So get closer. Get out of here and ââ
âIf I make them that stupid, the heroes will know that somethingâs wrong,â you interrupt. âMy quirkâs in the government databases. If I do anything too obvious, theyâll know Iâm working with you, and theyâll change their plans. Or theyâll change who theyâre using to execute those plans. For my quirk to work on someone, I need to know who they are.â
Shigaraki knows how your quirk works. Heâs not stupid. âI could do what you want me to do, but it would ruin your plans,â you say. âI donât want to do that.â
âThen what do you want?â
âI wanted to take a nap,â you say. You sit up straight on your stool, get to your feet and start towards Shigaraki. âNow I want to know what I did to piss you off.â
Youâre coming closer. Shigaraki feels a surge of panic. âGet away from me.â
âNo.â You sit down one barstool away from Shigaraki, but still way too close for comfort. Shigarakiâs skin feels hot, and in spite of the fact that he left his room wearing sweatpants, theyâre getting tight. âYou let me join the League, but ever since I got here, I canât do anything right. Youâre mad at me all the time, and today youâre even madder than usual.â
âNo, Iâm not.â
âYes, you are,â you say. You keep staring. Shigaraki looks away, and you say the first thing heâs ever heard you say that makes you sound like a villain. âEither you can tell me the truth, or Iâll use my quirk on myself and figure it out.â
Shigarakiâs stomach lurches. âI thought you were too tired to use your quirk.â
âNot on myself,â you say. Shigaraki glances back at you. Youâre almost smiling. Heâs seen you smile before, talking to Toga or Magne, but not like that. âYou can tell me, or Iâll find out on my own. Your choice.â
Youâre not screwing around. Shigaraki thinks fast. He could Decay you, but â Shigaraki writes off the thought before he can even complete it. He has to tell you something, and it has to be convincing. But he doesnât have to tell you everything to keep you from using your quirk. Itâs going to be humiliating, but nowhere close to as humiliating as the whole truth, and he opens his mouth and spits it out. âIâm horny.â
You blink. âSo jerk off.â
âI canât.â Shigaraki sees your eyebrows lift, skeptical as hell, and loses patience, even as his face heats up. âMy quirk. Anything I touch with five fingers ââ
âAnd you canât jerk off without ââ You break off mid-question, looking just as uncomfortable as Shigaraki feels. âSo youâve never ââ
âNo, I have, I just ââ This is way more information than you need to know. Shigaraki grits his teeth. âYou wanted an answer. Thereâs your answer. Leave me alone.â
You donât leave Shigaraki alone. You actually move over onto the stool next to his. âSo youâre just going to be a dick to me any time youâre horny.â
Itâs your fault Shigarakiâs horny. Before you showed up, he could deal with things on his own, but now instead of videos and games to fixate on he has fantasies â because he can imagine about what youâd look like under him, what youâd sound like, what youâd feel like. All of which are the worst possible things for Shigaraki to be thinking about right now. Heâs completely hard, again. Maybe you can tell, or maybe youâre using your quirk on him after all, because youâre making a really weird face. âIf youâre going to be a dick any time youâre horny ââ
You break off. Shigaraki thinks, fleetingly, about Decaying you. At this point heâd rather Decay himself, because if even he kills you, heâll still have to remember that this happened. You take a deep breath, let it go. âDo you want help?â
Shigarakiâs mind blue-screens for a second. âWhat?â
âIf this is why youâre like this, then itâs easy to fix,â you repeat. Your hands are clenched into fists on your thighs, and you slowly uncurl them. âDo you want me to help?â
âHelp with what?â
âJerking off,â you say. You make an awkward gesture, and every muscle in Shigarakiâs body goes tense as he imagines your hands around his cock. You have to be messing with him. Thereâs no way youâre actually offering â that. âYes or no?â
âYes.â Shigaraki finishes his drink and stands up before he can think any more about it. He grimaces as his cock strains against the fabric of his pants, and feels a surge of embarrassment when he realizes youâre looking at it â but itâll be over soon. In the face of getting some, and getting it from you, nothing else matters. âLetâs go.â
Shigarakiâs nerves kick in on the walk back to his room. Not enough to make the hard-on heâs coping with fade even slightly, but enough to remind him that this is probably a bad idea. But youâre following him, and you havenât changed your mind. Shigarakiâs not chickening out first. The nerves get worse when he opens the door to his room and realizes what a mess it is. âUh ââ
âWhere do you usually sit?â You donât look impressed â or disgusted, now that Shigaraki thinks about it. âOn the bed?â
Shigaraki sits down on the bed â which he didnât make, because he never makes it â and you sit down next to him. You donât do anything. âI thought you were going to help me.â
âShow me what you do,â you say. Shigaraki stares at you. His heart is racing, his pulse hammering so hard that he feels it everywhere. âGo as far as you can, and then Iâll keep doing what you do.â
That makes sense, probably. Shigarakiâs mind is startling to scramble. He decides to think about it later and catches the hem of his shirt, hiking it up and out of the way. He knows from experience that itâll slide back, so he pins it between his teeth and reaches down to his waistband, shoving at it until his pants are down around his thighs and his cock is free.
His hard-on looks like it feels. Uncomfortable, leaking, hot to the touch when he wraps three fingers and his thumb around his shaft. Shigaraki tries a few of the same insufficient strokes as always and feels the muscles in his abdomen and thighs clench. Itâs not enough. Itâs never enough. A frustrated sound edges out around the fabric in Shigarakiâs mouth. Arenât you supposed to help him? He looks at you. Youâre looking away.
âHey,â Shigaraki says, the hem of the shirt falling from his mouth, and you look at him. âYou wanted to help. Pay attention.â
Your face is flushed. You nod, and you reach out â but only so you can grasp the hem of Shigarakiâs shirt and pull it out of the way again, your knuckles brushing over his abdomen in a way that makes him twitch. Youâre sitting closer to him now than you were before, close enough that he can almost feel the heat of your body, and imagine how it would feel to have you pressed against him. One of your hands is holding his shirt up. The other comes to rest on his lower abdomen, fingertips brushing through his hair, centimeters away from the base of his cock.
Shigaraki squirms involuntarily, trying to move your hand lower and jeopardizing his own strokes at the same time. Even when he lifts his hips to meet his own hand, he canât lose control the way he wants to, canât chase the feeling he needs. He needs it. He needs it and heâs never come even close to having it, until now. Shigaraki tries to focus. Youâre only going to help once heâs gone as far as he can, so heâd better get there as fast as possible.
He shouldnât have told you to pay attention. Now youâre watching everything, your face still flushed and your eyes glued to Shigarakiâs every move, taking everything in. Do you like this? Do you like watching Shigarakiâs pathetic attempts to get himself off? Whether you like it or not, youâre still touching him when you donât have to. Shigarakiâs fingers tighten involuntarily around his cock, his fourth finger almost coming down, and he loosens up in a hurry. But thatâs no good, either. He tries again.
Itâs the same as always. Shigaraki makes it one or two strokes before it gets dangerous, enough to show him what he could have and not enough to get him there. Heâs sweaty and his heart is beating too hard and the same frustrated tears as always are stinging his eyes. He curses, lets go â and a warm hand slides between his legs to replace his.
Shigaraki almost comes on the spot. It takes every ounce of willpower he has, and he almost blows it again as he watches you adjust your hold on him, shaping your hand more closely around his cock. Youâre slow about it, but you sure as hell arenât hesitant. Shigaraki canât look for longer than a few strokes. Itâs too humiliating to see the intensity of his own reaction, precum oozing from the tip of his cock and his hips jerking upwards into your hand. He clenches his jaw and shuts his eyes.
âHey. Pay attention.â Are you making fun of him? Shigaraki opens his eyes and finds you looking at him. âI need to know if Iâm doing it right.â
âWhat do you think?â Shigaraki forces the words out through gritted teeth. âDo you need me to tell you youâre doing a good job or something?â
âThat might be nice,â you muse. Your hold on him loosens slightly â not enough to complain about, more than enough to read as a threat. âSince I canât do anything else right around here, I at least want to be good at getting you off.â
Your grip tightens again, and you run your thumb lightly over the tip of Shigarakiâs cock at the end of the next stroke. Shigaraki couldnât pull a move like that if his fucking life depended on it, which it would. He was going to tell you not to ask stupid questions, like if youâre good at getting him off when heâs two seconds away from blowing his load all over himself, but instead he moans, so loudly that people can probably hear it two streets away. You replay the same stroke, slower this time, pulling Shigarakiâs back into an arch to match the upward motion of your hand, and then you spend a few seconds just toying with his tip, barely touching him at all.
Are you trying to make him squirm? Shigaraki hates that itâs working, hates that you wonât just give him what he needs â but then youâre back to stroking his cock again, and Shigaraki relaxes, as much as itâs possible to relax. It feels good, even better than he thought it would. And even better than that, because he doesnât have to do anything. All he has to do is sit back and enjoy it.
âHold your shirt up,â you say, and Shigaraki grabs it clumsily. Your now-free hand traces quickly down Shigarakiâs chest, along his stomach, skidding sideways over his hip before sliding between his legs. Thereâs not room for both of your hands. Shigaraki spreads his legs without thinking twice.
You make a weird sound â maybe a gasp. âStop that,â you say, but now youâre cradling his balls in addition to stroking his cock, so Shigarakiâs not interested in stopping much of anything. âItâs working.â
No shit itâs working. Shigarakiâs entire body is wound tight, so much that he canât even twitch or thrust or squirm â all he can do is strain, agonizingly tense, every atom of his body focused on the motion of your hands. Shigaraki squeezes his eyes shut. His shirt crumbles away as he claws at it, the sheets on his bed going the same way a second later as he fights to ground himself. He needs more. Shigaraki needs to come right now, before he grabs onto something he canât replace.
The word struggles out of his mouth sideways, twisted and strained just like the rest of him. âPlease ââ
You donât answer him, but Shigaraki feels you shift closer to him. He opens his eyes and youâre right there, close enough that he can feel your breath against his skin. Youâre watching him, head tilted, lips parted, so close. Shigarakiâs so close, and he needs more from you. He seizes the front of your shirt to pull you down to him, only for it to Decay when youâre halfway there. But Shigaraki gets lucky. You lean in the rest of the way and press your lips against his.
Itâs not because of that. Shigarakiâs coming hard enough to see stars, hard enough that he blacks out for a second, but itâs not because youâre kissing him. His cum spills everywhere, onto his sweatpants and his stomach and over your fingers, and you keep stroking him with slick hands. You donât pull away until Shigarakiâs whining against your mouth and youâve drawn out every drop of cum he has to give.
And then you sit back, and let go, and look away. âI need a new shirt.â
Youâre sitting next to him, on his bed, in just your bra. The sight would get Shigaraki hard again in an instant if you hadnât just made him come hard enough to disconnect his spine. He raises a shaky hand and points to his hoodie, slung over the back of his computer chair, but you donât go for it. Instead you get up and head to the bathroom to wash your hands.
Shigaraki needs to wash everything. His sweatpants, himself â the stupid mattress, since he was dumb enough to Decay the sheets off it right before he blew what feels like the biggest load in history. What else was he supposed to do, though? No way was he going to be able to control himself while you worked him over. No way is he going to be able to think about anything else the next time he sees you do anything with your hands. Or with your mouth.
It occurs to Shigaraki vaguely that while heâs solved the initial problem of being too horny to function, heâs set himself up for something even worse â more dreams, made all the more vivid because heâs got experience to back them up. He might be good to go for now. Probably for the rest of the day, since itâll be a miracle if he can do anything other than clean up and take a nap. But heâll be right back where he started the next time he wakes up from another dream about you.
The water from the sink shuts off, and a moment later you come back out, snagging Shigarakiâs hoodie off the chair and pulling it on over your bra. Shigaraki feels a faint twinge of foreboding at the sight, but it fades fast. Sure, he could wake up tomorrow morning with the boner from hell and itâll be all your fault. But now heâs got a way out of it, and the way out of it is so good that what it takes to get there barely even matters. And heâs in a good enough mood to admit to himself that you do things right a lot more than you do things wrong.
Which reminds him â âHey,â Shigaraki says, still humiliatingly breathless, and you pause in the act of pulling the hood up. âYou did a good job.â
He might still be out of breath, but your face is still flushed. âGood,â you say, and you turn to leave. Shigaraki doesnât hear you speak again until youâre already out the door. âNext time Iâll do better.â
Better might kill him. Next time. Shigaraki pulls up his sweatpants so his dick isnât hanging out, makes no other effort at cleaning up, and falls asleep with something that feels like a smile on his face.
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âI FEEL LIKE GIVING UP, NOTHING IS WORKINGâ
á„«áĄWell then you need to listen to thisâŠ
When it comes to loa, specifically the void/âI AMâ, reality shifting, permashifting and especially respawning, this is a topic that i feel very very very strongly about because iâve been there, a lot of us have. Now im not here to give you some âmagical methodâ that will get you to the void in the next nanosecond, because you know how to get to the void, i know you know how to get to the void.But hereâs the problem:
Youâre fucking wavering. Thatâs it. Thatâs the only reason
You come here for the thousandth time, read a million and one posts say âokay i get it, im REALLY gonna apply nowâ. You donât see results in a day and then you come back to the app, asking why nothing is working. But please, please, please never give up, you can rage, scream, cry, but out of everything you can do never do that please. The fact that iâm begging you guys even when i donât know you is saying enough, it pains me when i see you guys give up on the void/âI AMâ. You were meant for this and you know it, why are you here? in this community reading this right now, because you knew you were meant for more, you knew there was more out there for you. Yeah a lot of people are coming to know about manifesting, but the void/âI AMâ, not even 2% of the world knows about it, not to be so tough, but there are some people who donât even have the access to even learn about this shit. YOURE HERE FOR A REASON, and iâll be dammed if you give up because you keep going around this cycle.
You see those success stories you read a million times for motivation, do you wanna know where they come from, they come from people who have been kicked while they were down millions of times and decided "enough is enough", they've had enough of the world treating them this way, had enough of looking at other peoples lives with jealousy and they finally decided that they are doing this forreal and will not take no for an answer!!
You were meant for this, youâre a god and you can change your circumstances and situations in seconds, you can change the way you feel about the void/âI AMâ. Though if you feel like youâre developing a toxic relationship with the void and reality shifting, i encourage you to take a break, as much as i want you guys to keep pushing, a deteriorating mental health state is not what i want for you guys. But please know that taking a break shouldnât mean you putting your dream in a box and choosing to surrender to your shitty lives, moving through it like a zombie.
I will say this till i die: loa is a LAW, not a belief that can be speculated against or a superstition that can be doubted or proved wrong, it is LAW meaning it can never ever ever fail. everrr how many times do i have to say this, stand firm in the reality where you are a void master and there is nothing NOTHING that can stop it from coming into fruition because it is law.
Do i need to remind you guys who you are?? You WILL make it, i donât think so, i KNOW so. Because youâre a god and whatever you say is law. Again, donât make yourself a slave to your shitty situation. Itâs not your reality because it isnât real.
Hang in there love, your dream life isnât far, donât turn back now âïžđđđ
#salemlunaa#law of assumption#permashifting#shiftblr#shifting#loa#reality shifting#success story#the void#void concept#void state#respawning#void state tips#the void state#voidstate#void#manifesting#manifestation
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Kate just admiring reader and watching her with her puppy dog eyesâčïž
Ahhhh I love you nonnie omg!
- I'm just seeing reader on live/recording a grwm to post and kate just sitting on the bed behind her admiring her!
- Or like Game day grwm's- and Kate wants a little makeup nothing toooo crazy, but it's a home game so of course she wants to look purty and stuff! so she begs (not like she had to beg anyway!) for you to do a some light breathable makeup on her. I'm literally gushing this is too cute!
- Post!game Kate who just wants to shower, get the interviews over-with, eat, and wind down with hyperfeminine!reader omgomgomgggg.
- Kate is secretly a girly girl idc, hyf!reader and Kate definitely have matching/monogramed pj's and definitely share a skincare routine!
"Y/N/NNNN it's 9 o'clock- i'm sleepy and we have a busy day tomorrow" Kate says pouting as you talk to viewers/reply to some comments asking about your hair/very obvious matching pj's.
- I definitely can see Kate dating/marrying a Nepo!Baby BIGGGGG time- or not gonna lie a model! Like not someone who's like super out there- but quiet and reserveddd! Someone who brings her back down to earth after a bad day/game you know?
"I do understand where your coming from Syd- and that this loss wasn't something to take to heart, but Y/N came in from Milan to watch me play and we lost" The blonde says genuinely upset- and hurt, don't get me wrong you definitely didn't care if she won or lost, but it hurt Kate knowing that you'd traveled so far to see her- and she still had lost.
-Hyperfeminine!Reader who does NOT need Kate to dumb things down for her, and mad it very clear that she wouldn't be interested in going to watch Kate play if she didn't understand the sport (definitely had to watch one of those basketball explained in girl term tiktok's but we don't judge!)
-Hyperfem!reader Who definitely has scary girlfriend privilege; wearing whatever she wants at ANY time of the day because "Her girlfriend can fight"
-Whipped!Kate who definitely has a designated section in her closet for readers sleepwear, a few pairs of everything- and her emergency jewelry box! Because what's worse than an ugly outfit? No accessories duh đ
"Kate fucking Martin. There's no way you keep a whole 1/5th of your closet for your girlfriends stuff" Jada Say Wheezing- as she shows the live the difference between the red, blue, white, black, and grey colors of her wardrobe; and then the pink, green, black, and white section that she had unintentionally dubbed as yours.
- HyperFem!Reader who takes the most unhinged, off guard, and borderline clipped pictures of Kate on Facetime/While she sleeps because "Her face is just so sweet when she's sleeping."
-Hyperfeminine!Reader Who take Kate on a Sephora trip to get her a full face of makeup (She's never gonna touch it Unless you do it, but you know just to have for whenever she's ready!)
-Hyperfeminine!Reader who spent most of her childhood/adolescence running from her femininity/was a tomboy- but randomly after hitting 16-19 had a whole life altering change in style, interest, activity.
- Hyperfeminine!Reader who let's Kate know that she doesn't have to be a "gentleman", and CONSTANTLY reminds Kate that she is a girl too, and never makes her feel ashamed for her more "girlish" interests/hobbies.
-Hyperfeminine!Reader who takes Kate to get her nails/feet done every few weeks (they do those cute matchy matchy couple sets) Kate has to get the shorter/gel of course because of basketball but!
A/N currently listening to country music! may have given me to strength to carry on đŁ
#lv aces#kate martin x reader#iowa hawkeyes#iowa wbb#kate martin#caitlin clark x reader#sydney colson#theresa plaisance#aja wilson#jada gyamfi
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make you cry | part three: hyuka's ending
part one | part two: beomgyu's ending
pairing: hueningkai x you, past beomgyu x you
summary: after your falling out with beomgyu, kai becomes your new best friend as you spiral out of control. his actions may not be completely platonic, though.
genre: angst, romance, smut (mdni), best friends to lovers
warnings: smut (mdni), unprotected sex, creampie, dom!hyuka, oral (f. rec), dirty talk, praise, choking (sorry), possessive!kai, just some really sweet sex if u ask me, pregnancy kink
word count: 3.9k
notes: y'all... ik i said this would come out on my bday (which is exactly 2 weeks from now hehe) but i couldn't help but post it as soon as i finished it... lord knows i'm impatient. anyway, i said this would probably never exist but since ppl were asking for it, as the biggest pushover in the world, i couldn't say no ;_; i hope you enjoy it!
"you're not gonna die," kai says softly. "it's a shitty circumstance, but you're just making it harder on yourself."
you hum noncommittally while downing another searing shot of vodka. kai watches in horror as you don't even think to chase it, too much of a hassle, you said.
"look, i know how you're feeling, trust me. i just think that torturing yourself is the worst thing you can do right now. whatever happened to self care in the face of heartbreak?" he pleads, and it's like he's talking to a wall. you had been staring listlessly at the same spot for what had to have been at least an hour â no tears, no nothing. just a blank stare and an insatiable need for the next sip.
"yeah, i know. i just wish things were different." you were miserable being just friends with beomgyu before, but that pales in comparison to how used you feel now that youâve slept with him.Â
"i know, baby. i know." at this point, he kind of just wishes you would cry. the awful look on your face seems significantly worse than if you'd just burst into tears.
beomgyu is your best friend, sure, but as you slowly descended into a pit of unrequited love for him, kai had understood like no one else after a particularly nasty breakup with his serial cheating ex. you two found some sort of secret camaraderie in the feeling of loneliness, something beomgyu would never understand, given how easily everything tended to work out for him. except for right now, you guess.
"alright, i think i'm done here," you slur and shakily stand as the vodka seems to be doing its job. kai scowls in frustration, wishing he could do more for you, but knowing he can't.
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kai refuses to let you go home alone, so he hitches a taxi for you two. in the backseat of the car, you lean your head on the window and close your eyes, but all you see is the repeating image of beomgyu with a self-satisfied smirk on his face as he shows you the girl who he will probably end up fucking. you feel mentally sick knowing those eyes will never light up that way for you. you feel physically sick knowing that you gave him everything now and it still wasnât enough.Â
then, as if hearing your thoughts, kai carefully slides his hand around your cheek, which is currently somewhat numb from the coldness of the window and bumpiness of the ride, and softly places your head on his shoulder.
when you finally get to your apartment, you invite him in. he can tell you just don't want to be alone, but he doesn't say anything, just wraps an arm around you as you lead him into your bedroom. after plopping down in your bed, he turns to leave before you grab the end of his shirt.
"can you stay with me?" you plead. and he nods without a word. lying down next to you before pulling you in his warm embrace.
"you know, i think you're gonna be just fine," he whispers into the top of your head. and just like that, the dam breaks, and you finally, finally burst into tears. wail, really.Â
you kick your legs like a child, chanting "no, no, no," and lamenting on and on about how things are wrong, wrong, wrong. this isn't how things were supposed to go. he was supposed to fall in love with you and open his eyes and see whoâs been with him all along. heâd apologize and kiss you gently to make up for lost time. you hate how you hoped against hope that he would return your feelings and finally, finally start respecting you. but none of that happened the way it should. the way you so fervently hoped it would.
kai just pats your head and rubs your hair, all while cooing "shhh, i know. i know.â
you lay there with him, legs all tangled together and heart aching until you fall into a fitful sleep.Â
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you miss beomgyu, that goes without saying, but it's getting easier these days. this is due in no small part to kaiâs persistence. he comes to see you nearly every day and calls you when he canât. you spend countless nights with him on speakerphone. most nights, he talks about his day, where he went, the people he saw. on the really, really bad nights, heâs just trying to console you. like right now.Â
âshh, itâs okay. i know,â he whispers into the phone.
âi-iâm sorry, hyuka. iâm just so sad,â you sob.
âno, donât be sorry. why are you sorry?â he coos.
âbecause iâm dumping this all over you. itâs not your job to baby me,â you cry, feeling guilty beyond words, which only makes you cry harder.
âyouâve done the same for me. you know that. i couldnât have gotten through my breakup if it werenât for you, so you donât need to be sorry. iâm here. iâll always be here.â if you were less confused and hurt, youâd hear the extent of his tenderness. you might even realize how heâs bending over backwards in a way thatâs reminiscent of the way you did for beomgyu. the way somebody who really loves you only ever does. but as it is, you donât register any of it.
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beomgyu shows up at your doorstep, sometimes. he doesnât ever really say anything other than your name in a desperate voice between pleas to let him in, but you never do. you have no idea how strong your resolve will or wonât be if you see his face again, so you do your best to avoid him altogether. on a particularly bad night, though, you feel your self control waning. listening to what he has to say just once couldnât hurt, right? you canât stand the uncertainty and this seemingly endless purgatory you find yourself in now. you decide, no matter what the outcome is, youâll put a stop to it tonight.
with newfound courage, you lightly crack your front door to come face to face with the boy who's been haunting you for months now. his red-rimmed eyes widen in shock as he finally sees you in person instead of from his friendâs instagram account.Â
âwhat do you want?â you attempt to ask coolly, but you sound unsteady even to your own ears. beomgyu doesnât seem to notice, though, and if does, he doesnât say anything about it.Â
âi just wanna talk to you,â he pleads, and you nod before widening the door and letting him in. you gesture for him to take a seat next to you on your couch and he cautiously sits while never breaking eye contact with you, as if heâs afraid that youâll disappear if he takes his eyes off of you.
âso?â you ask plainly. he clears his throat as if he's been in a daze until now and nervously begins.
âi-iâm sorry for what i did to you. so, so sorry,â beomgyu says weakly. âand i miss you so much i canât stand it.â
âthen why did you do it?â you ask, not without a hint of malice.
âi.. i donât know. i think i was just so scared to be hurt that i hurt you instead. but being away from you has shown me just how much i need you.â need. what a strange word coming from beomgyuâs mouth. as for needing you in particular? even stranger.Â
âyou know, i really didnât mean to hurt you,â he continues, but even he knows how flimsy his words seem right now.
âi know,â you reply quietly.
âi ruined everything,â he says with a sense of finality, no room for argument. âi know i did. but i-is it always going to be like this? i donât think i can live without you in my life, one way or another.â
âi donât know, beomgyu.â he flinches at the use of his full name. âitâs going to take some time before we can be friends again.â if ever. you donât say those last words, but he can swear he hears them.
âthatâs okay,â he says with a smile that doesnât quite reach his eyes. âas long as you know that iâm sorry, and that you didnât and donât deserve how i treated you.â
âi know,â you repeat. you canât believe youâre not bawling and pulling him into your arms right now, for better or for worse, but surprisingly, you donât feel any of the emotions you couldâve bet your life you would feel. you pity him more than anything, and your heart does ache, but more so for the friendship you lost instead of the love that never was. beomgyu wasnât your best friend for nothing, so as if he can sense how detached you are from him, he says his next words.
âare you seeing him?â he asks with a tinge of melancholy.
âwho?â you ask, taken aback at his sudden question.
âcâmon, be serious. kai.â
âk-kai? what do you mean?â he smiles bitterly at your words.Â
âiâve seen the way he looks at you. if you donât see it yourself, youâre either delusional or blind. after i last saw you, he really told me all about myself.â
âhe talked to you after that?â you ask in shock.
âoh yeah. he said heâd beat the brakes off of me if i ever tried to hurt you again, and the only reason why he hadnât done it already was because you would be sad.â you pause at his earth-shattering words. your sweet hyuka really said that? you canât imagine someone as soft and caring as him uttering such unforgiving words, but when you think about how much pain he knew you were in, it makes sense. kai had seen the worst parts of you after beomgyu had broken your heart. only he knew just how much you were hurting, and only he would care as much as he did. you donât know why, but you canât help but smile softly at the thought of him being so riled up that he acted completely out of character for you. just for you.
âand if i know you, and i do, iâd say that you probably feel the same way he does.â you gasp at his observation. how could he possibly think that?
ây-youâre wrong! weâre just good friends.â best friends, even. you havenât really thought about kai in that context. everything youâve ever done seemed purely platonic on your end. but now that youâre really thinking about it, is it actually? the late night phone calls, spending the night in his arms, waking up to kisses on your forehead and promises to see you later. thatâs not what âjust friendsâ do, is it?Â
âreally? then youâd be okay with him acting the same way he does with you with literally anyone else?â youâre at a loss for words at this. what would you do if kai showed his gentleness to anyone else the same way he does for you? how would you react to him staying up all night on the phone with another girl? to him dropping everything just to make sure sheâs eaten? to looking at someone else with infinite warmth and care? you wouldnât like it at all.Â
beomgyu smiles sadly at your reaction. he knows now that youâll never love him again. not in the way heâs realized he loves you. but thatâs okay. love is supposed to be selfless. he realizes that now as he watches you stutter and vehemently deny the love you have so obviously begun to have for another man.
on your end, all you can think is: oh god, how long have you been stringing kai along? since your fallout with beomgyu? or even before that? sure, you could hide under the pretense of being each otherâs primary support system in heartbreak, but you canât do that forever. especially not now. in the middle of your reverie, the sound of your front door opening snaps you back to reality. who else would it be besides the boy in question?
âwhat the fuck are you doing here?â kai growls when he catches sight of beomgyu. he had just stopped by to see if youâre okay since you hadnât texted him back in awhile. he figured heâd walk in to you sleeping soundly, not to the sight of you and beomgyu getting cozy on your couch. you, of course, were decidedly not getting cozy with beomgyu in the slightest, but kai couldnât see that in the midst of his rage.Â
âme? iâm leaving now,â beomgyu says, sensing danger and cleverly wanting to escape it.
âyeah, youâd better,â kai spits.Â
when beomgyu shuts the door behind him, kai immediately turns to you.
âdid he hurt you?â you shake your head no.Â
âare you okay?â he asks and all you can do is nod. actually, you havenât felt this okay in a long, long time. things that didnât previously make sense to you are incredibly clear now. you love kai, you really do. you loved beomgyu, obviously, but those feelings of pain are gone now that you feel the tenderness that is actual, reciprocated love.Â
âkai?â you ask in the middle of his barrage of questions about what happened.
âyes?â he asks, completely dropping his interrogation as soon as you say his name.Â
âdo you love me?â his face crumbles at this question.
âdonât be stupid, of course i love you. youâre my best friend.âÂ
ânot like that. i mean, do you love, love me?â you search his eyes for an answer. his mouth widens and he sputters for a moment before realizing thereâs no way out.
â...yes.â
âsince when?â you canât help but ask.
âsince always,â he says with a smile, reminiscent of the words you had spoken to beomgyu all that time ago. you canât even imagine how kai must have felt when he saw you pining after beomgyu, and for so long. actually, you can. thatâs how you felt about beomgyu. your heart aches when you think that youâve unintentionally inflicted the same pain on the sweetest boy youâve ever known.
âwhat about your ex?âÂ
âsheâs not you. and i think⊠i think she knew my heart was never really in it. not like it is with you. i think thatâs why she cheated.â it still hurt to be cheated on by her, to be clear, but not more than it did to see your eyes following beomgyu every second of every day. when he cried to you about her, he was really just crying over you.
âiâm⊠i know youâre not into me like that, and that's okay, it really is. i just donât want to lose you.â your heart flutters at his words. kaiâs selflessness, his care, his indulgence. his love. you try to imagine a world where kai shows the sides he shows to you to someone else. youâd feel absolutely gutted, now that you think about it. unconsciously, youâve grown to want to monopolize everything about him. you canât imagine giving him up, not for anyone. not even for beomgyu.
without another word, you gently place your hands on his cheeks and pull his face towards yours. you kiss him softly, tenderly, and he canât help but gasp before melting into the kiss. thereâs so much care behind it along with love, appreciation, and the sense of making up for lost time.
his eyes redden when you insert your tongue into his pliant mouth.Â
âs-stop. any more, and i wonât be able to hold back.â âso donât hold back,â you say as you grab his hand and lead him to your bedroom.
âa-are you sure?â he asks nervously.
âiâm sure,â you say breathily. âi love you, too. so please, just take care of me, okay?â he canât hold himself back now. the girl he loves is practically begging him to take her, what kind of person would he be if he said no? so he doesnât. with great care, he strips your clothes off of you and watches in awe as he sees your naked body in front of him. slowly, intentionally, he lays you down on your bed and admires you for all that you are. your cheeks heat up as he presses kisses onto every inch of your trembling body, almost like heâs trying to mark you with a seal that makes you his own, completely. almost like heâs removing traces of anyone else, and you love the feeling of practically being worshiped by a man whoâs clearly in love with you.
eventually, his kisses become more and more fiery as he inches towards your fluttering pussy.Â
with a curse, he grabs a pillow and shoves it underneath your hips, raising your glistening cunt so you can more easily fully take in the sight of him lapping up your sweetness like heâs starving. youâve felt similar pleasure before, but nothing quite like this. is this how it feels to be with someone you love who truly loves you back? you think so. your legs are shaking and involuntarily caging him in between them, but he doesnât try to resist you. itâs like he could die happily in between your legs as he moans into your cunt, the vibrations racking through your body deliciously. he chuckles when you gasp at the feeling of one of his long, knobby fingers entering your heat. he curls experimentally, you cry out his name when he finds your sweet spot and taps it mercilessly, sliding another finger in and following suit. the sweet feeling of his mouth sucking on your clit and the cruel curling of his fingers is enough to bring you to your climax. you cry out his name as your toes curl and legs shake, which only spurs him further, slurping up your slick like he canât stand the thought of losing a single drop.
âdid that feel good, baby? you wanted me to take care of you, right? so just sit back and let me do it. iâll make you feel better than you ever have.â
he rips off his shirt and unceremoniously tosses it behind him. youâre panting now, gasping for air, but heâs not done with you yet. he sits up and unbuckles his pants, sliding them down his creamy thighs and letting his cock stand tall. his whole body is flushed pink with embarrassment when you take him all in, matching his reddened member, which is currently leaking profusely with precum. heâs so needy for you, and you can see it all over his bright pink face. you should be tired from the intense orgasm he just gave to you, but you canât help but gulp in anticipation as he lines himself up with your entrance. slowly, he pushes his wide tip in your spasming pussy.Â
âo-oh, god,â he says as he splits you open. you canât even form words because the stretch you feel is absolutely scorching, so you whine instead. tears spring in your eyes as he shakily pulls out then pierces you with one fluid motion, bottoming out completely.Â
ây-youâre going to break me,â you cry.
âoh, baby. itâs alright, you can take me,â he says soothingly, but not without a tinge of mischief. thatâs all you get before he begins thrusting into you. the harsh curve of his cock dragging along your walls and inadvertently hitting your g spot relentlessly has you opening your mouth, trying not to drool, but failing when he sticks his thumb in your mouth. like a madwoman, you begin to desperately suck on it, which only fuels the fire even more.Â
âyou look so pretty sucking on me like that,â he coos. âbet you wish it was my dick instead, donât you?â he snickers as he stuffs his cock into your pussy. âiâll give it to you every day, okay? you donât have to beg.â you nod pathetically in agreement. the thought of kai filling you up every day has you needier than before, somehow. you need this feeling, the feeling only he can give you.
his body is scorching hot in your arms. his cock throbbing inside you? even hotter. you watch in awe as he rams himself into you, your whole body shaking with every thrust.Â
ât-take it, you can fucking take it. my pretty girl, so fucking perfect for me,â he praises.
this canât be your sweet, sweet hyuka, right? but as your teary eyes look up at him, you know it has to be. as if he can hear your thoughts, he smirks as he takes one of his hands and lightly grips your throat. itâs not hard enough to hurt you, but enough to have you whimpering. he calls your name lovingly as he drills into your swollen pussy, walls clenching down around him. you whimpering out his name in tandem with the indecent sounds of his balls slapping against you ring inside his head. he feels more and more that heâs losing his grip on reality as he continues to impale you on his cock. a shudder pulsates through you as you feel an orgasm approaching again. you donât have to say itâs coming, because he can feel it when you clench around him, pussy begging him not to leave as it sucks him in deeper and deeper.Â
âfuck, baby, you look so beautiful coming undone around my cock. so gorgeous, this pussy is the best, never wanna leave it.â
neither of you feel particularly sane at the moment, especially not as he clutches your thigh to steady himself as he thoroughly fucks you into your soiled mattress, hand still gripping your throat.Â
âgonna come, gonna get you pregnant so everyone knows not to mess with you. do you want that? do you want everyone to know how good iâm fucking you? that youâre all mine?â
âyes, yes, yes! come inside, please!â you manage to choke out. you place your arms around his neck and dig the heels of your feet into his ass as he drills into you. thatâs all it takes, really, before his warm seed fills you to the brim. he moans as he releases his grip on your neck and pumps it further and further into you, pushing his load into your cervix as he peppers your face and neck with sweet kisses.Â
he collapses, pushing your hair off of your sweaty face so he can get a better look at you.Â
âd-did i hurt you?â he asks cautiously, only sobering up now that his release has come.
âit was good, i liked it,â you giggle, admiring his cuteness. he smiles contentedly as he places one hand on your stomach and gently caresses it.Â
âyouâre so beautiful,â he murmurs. âcanât believe youâre really mine.â mine. what a beautiful word, only made more beautiful by the boy whoâs insisting you belong to each other.
âi could say the same thing about you,â you whisper, placing your hand on his blushing cheeks.Â
âwanna go again?â he asks, cock already hardening once more.
âw-what?â you ask dumbly as he shifts from beside you.
âi meant it when i said i want everyone to know youâre mine,â he says, positioning himself over you again and sliding his cock up and down your slit. he was right. youâve never felt this good before in your life, and you wouldnât want it to be because of anyone else.
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