#they both immediately answer no and start getting annoyed because they answered at the same time

[milimeters-morales]

Pavitr: yknow you’d make a really convincing dead body if you fell asleep in the middle of a battle.

Hobie: thanks. you’d make the perfect maggot squirming around inside my rotting corpse and taking piece after piece of me to sustain yourself.

Gwen and Miles: are you two even friends

[poguehearted77]

Imagine y’all just had the fight of your lives (maybe over his dumb gun or something equally Rafe), but later when you’re lying on opposite sides of the bed, he reaches out and pulls you close and says somthing cute or annoying idk And then, oh my GOD—it’s slow, emotional, and HOT because making up with Rafe would be next-level intense. please i NEEED😫😩

OH MY GOD YES. SOME SWEET RAFE AND EVEN SWEETER MAKE UP SEX AFTER A HUGE FIGHT. NEED IT.

#2 from my drabble game

smut: penetrative sex, some praise, I love you's, unprotected sex

Rafe is in deep shit.

You know that, he knows that-- hell, even your pet beagle, Poppy knew it. For once, she bolted away the moment the front door opened, and your oh-so-handsome, conniving and deceitful boyfriend walked in instead of running towards him.

Rafe is a dead man walking. How ironic would it be if he were to die at your hands with the very same gun he'd promised you he'd gotten rid of.

His body goes rigid when he sees the weapon in your palm. A nervous gulp falls down his throat as he does his best to stand tall. "Where did you get that?" That's what he asks you, he should've never opened his mouth.

You scoff immediately, carelessly angling it around as your upset mannerisms control your arms. "Get it? You mean where did I find it." He doesn't respond which is a wise choice.

"Mr. Montogommery called me earlier, he was looking for you--said you weren't answering your phone. He asked me to leave you a message," You're pacing now, and it made Rafe nervous. You're a little crazy, but so was he. It's why you went so well together.

"Like the good girlfriend I am, I opened your office drawer for a sticky note to leave on your desk, but what did I find? The same gun you told me would never be back in the house, Rafe are you serious?!" Your arms are flailing and he's half-certain he'll catch a stray by the end of the conversation.

He steps towards you with his hands up cautiously, "Baby, give me the gun, and we can talk about this." You snap, "No! Why should I? You don't trust me with it? Why because it's dangerous? Because it could kill you! You're right, Rafe. Why didn't I think of that sooner--oh wait, I did! And you fucking lied to me, Rafe."

Your voice is enraged and bouncing off the ivory-panelled walls of the house but it dies down to a shaky one as tears threaten to spill over the brims of your eyes. "Y/n-" He holds his hand out for you, but you give him the gun instead.

You execute a sharp pivot on the tips of your toes, ready to walk away from him but he finally speaks up and you stop--not turning around, standing still, anticipating. "I'm not getting rid of the gun." It's all he says.

Had you been in the mood, you would've turned around, lounged at him and strangled him, but no, you just kept walking.

Your bedroom is freezing that night, despite it being the middle of summer, and it only gets colder everytime you glance towards Rafe as he gets ready for the bed you begrudgingly shared.

Your expression remains sour, even in your sleep, no matter how far away from your boyfriend you are. There's enough room to fit a full-grown adult between you. The isolation was holding the production of your melatonin hostage, forcing you both to lay awake, backs facing each other but hearts reaching out.

Rafe flips onto his side, staring longingly at the back of your frame. He missed you and you were right in front of him. "Baby," His voice is soft, and the pet name lands on you gently, a testament that your anger has subsided a bit.

You turn over, choosing to lie on your back and face the ceiling. You deem that he's undeserving to see your face at the moment. "I've got another gun in my nightstand." You blamed your miscomprehension on the late hours of the night because surely he did not just say what you think he said.

Rafe can see the way your chest began to rise and fall at a much more shallow pace, he had about five seconds to start explaining before you turned on him. "I told you about my past. I've done some bad things. 'Burying the hatchet' doesn't exist for everyone, and I want to be prepared for anything. When I look at a gun now, it's not a weapon anymore, it's a tool. It's protection."

Your breathing slowed, a little. He takes it as a good sign. "I can't lose you. If something happened to you when I could've prevented it, I'd never forgive myself, and I know you know that." He's right. You did know that. He dedicated his life to you, making sure that you knew that. "I shouldn't have lied about getting rid of it, and I'm sorry."

Your breathing returns to its normal pace. You lay on your side, now facing him. "Fine." Rafe scoots closer to you, a small grin working its way on his lips. "Fine?" You nod, "Yeah, fine. I forgive you, this time, but don't you ever pull some shit like this again or so help me god I will-" He quiets you with a sweet kiss.

Well, it started sweet at least.

Now you're both watching him slide in. Your warm cunt wrapped around his length delightfully. "You're fuckin' perfect, too good f'me." He groans into your ear. His muscular arms cage you in, and you've decided you'd be more than happy to die between them.

Your soft moans bounced off his brawny chest and right back in your face, "Feels so good, Rafe-" Yougaspedp as he picked up the pace, hips rolling into yours for a much deeper angle. Your back arches off the bed slightly as sweat rolls down your back and sticks to the sheets.

It wasn't long before you were both chasing your highs. Rafe always sounded so fucking hot when he was close, his deep groans pitching up to breathless whines when you purposefully clenched around him, threatening him to fill you up unrestrained. Once you came, he pulled out and finished on your heaving stomach, catching your breath.

He doesn't get off of you just yet. He balances himself on one forearm as the other hand comes up to gently move the strands of hair from your face, "I love you," he means it, his eyes say it when his mouth does. "I love you".

[s0urw00lf]

Try again

Pairing: Clark Kent x reader

Summary: you get annoyed you cant give Clark a hickey like he always does you

Warnings: smut. Hickeys, scratching, maybe a little ooc!Clark idk I haven’t watched smallville yet

An: i wrote this with a major headache and on my phone so dont come for me for any mistakes please.

The adorable innocent Clark Kent isn’t as innocent as he seems. Clark is very handsome on during sex, kissing, caressing, sucking.

Every time he had you in his bed he made sure to leave some reminisce of him on you, a reminder that he’d been there and that you were his.

That’s why you let out a groan when you saw the hickey he left right under your jaw that’d be impossible for you to hide.

It didn’t really annoy you it was just a pain to go through all the stares and teasing but you wore them with pride.

What did annoy you was that he couldn’t carry the marks you tried to leave on him, his reminder that he is yours.

You sighed to yourself as your fingers ran over the purple hickey.

Walking out of the bathroom you moved over to Clark who was comfortably situated in the small couch in your room with a textbook in his lap and a pen in his mouth.

He looked up at you giving you a small smile, his lips curling sexily around the pen. You grabbed the textbook tossing it to your bed and did the same with the pen in his mouth.

His surprised expression made you want to laugh “what’s up baby?” He asked as you sat onto his lap. You pointed to the purple spot on your jaw, “this is what’s wrong Clark” you sighed.

He looked confused, you’d never complained to him before about him leaving hickeys, he was worried he’d been doing something you didn’t like and finally pushed you over the edge, “I thought you liked the hickeys” he said

You shook your head ridding him of any worry “I do don’t worry, I mean I hate that I can’t give you hickeys or mark you up like you do me” you pouted

Clark’s lips curled into a smirk, and his eyes darkened “you wanna mark me up honey” he asked teasingly “wanna show everyone who I belong to?”

You hit his chest at his tone “Clark I’m serious” you say.

By now he was full on smiling, “do it” he says, now it was your turn to be confused, you and Clark both knew he couldn’t get a hickey because of his healing “but you can’t-“ won’t hurt to try” he cut you off placing his hands on your hips. You didn’t move, you just sat dumbfounded. “C’mon baby mark me up. I’ll be good I swear” he says pressing fiery kisses to your lips

And that was all the convincing you needed you melted into the kiss with no restraint, you then started to move down to his neck. Kissing all the spots you knew made him tick, you could feel his growing bulge that he was not so subtly rubbing your clothed cunt against

Clark groaned when you started sucking harshly at the spot right below his ear, rubbing your tongue against it “fuck baby, so good markin me all up” he groaned into your ear making you whimper licking across the bruised skin before pulling away just to we the purple mark immediately disappear.

You whined “s’not working Clark” Clark pouted “not workin? Guess we’ll have to try a little harder then huh?” He asked flipping you onto your back and setting himself between your spread legs. Your breath shuddered at the sight of him pulling your shorts and panties down your legs and discarding them on the floor.

His hand moved to your cunt, rubbing a finger through your wet lips, putting on a surprised smile “was gonna go down on you but your already so wet baby, you get that turned on from markin me up?” He asked

You nodded, he didn’t accept that as an answer flicking your clit with his finger “words baby” he says

Your hips buck aging hi hand as you moan “yes Clark, just want everyone to know your mine “ you say.

Clark hums in response “good girl, baby. M’gonna fuck you, s’that okay? You can mark me up as much as you want”

You moan in response, you didn’t even realize he’d taken off his pants and boxers until the head of his cock met your clit, causing your hips to jerk again.

Clark pushed into your tight hole without much of a fight given how wet you were, he stayed still so you could adjust to his size, because somehow you still felt just as tight as the first time the two of you had sex.

“Fuck honey. You’re squeezin’ me. M’not gonna last too long” he says after you give him the green light to move you moan in response to his words, “fuck Clark you feel so good”

“I know baby” he says moving his fingers to your clit, and rubbing in circular motions perfectly pacing it with his deep thrusts.

You flutter around him at the added pleasure, “god- fuck I feels so good, don’t stop please” you beg

Clark smiles at your pleads, leaning down to your face pressing kisses to your lips. The new position helping him to go deeper making your toes curl and your nails come in contact with his back. Scratching deeply, making his hips stutter “that’s right baby mark me all up” he groans into your ear.

Your pussy flutters again at both his praise and the face that you were nearing your end, “faster baby, fuck I’m so close” you rush out in pants.

Clark didn’t need anymore convincing as his pace sped up and so did his fingers on your clit. The pleasure in your stomach was so close to bursting it was almost excruciating.

“Come on baby give it to me, come around my cock honey” Clark whispers Into your ear, with that it burst, sending wave after wave of pleasure through your body, you moaned loudly “fuck, yes yes Clark”

The feeling of you fluttering around him sent him over the edge, he shot his warm load into your spasming cunt, groaning gently into your neck, what you hadn’t noticed what him biting your shoulder until you felt the cold air of where his tongue previously was, “god honey” he says pulling out of you.

You smiled up at him “I think we lost the plot” you joked, Clark shrugged giving you a smirk “we could always try again”

[aakeysmash]

prompt:

reader getting injured because she slipped in the shower, sukuna has to help her get to the hospital, where reader gets some pain meds making her kinda high. she confesses to him while being high

content: fluff, crack. reader is in the hospital and blood is named but there’s no gore. yuuji and sukuna are siblings. i love sukuna and i need him in my life so bad… someone PLS be my sukuna

“So, just to be sure: one margherita for me and one with sausage for you?” Asks you Yuuji while putting on his shoes.

“Yup,” you answer, popping the p. “Can I just have a quick shower while you’re gone?”

“Uhhh, sure, let me go ask Sukuna,” your friend tells you smiling and rushing up the stairs of his home.

You and Yuuji have been best friends since forever. You remember the first time you both cried your eyes out at the park in kindergarten because a lizard had just eaten the ladybug you had been watching for half an hour. Since that moment you’ve been attached at the hip, your homework filled afternoons in high school turning to pizza nights when both of your work schedules allowed you to now.

“Big bro said sure,” comes Yuuji’s voice from the end of the staircase.

“I did in fact not say that,” growls Sukuna from behind him. Sukuna is the same age as you and Yuuji, but he always seemed older. Sometimes wiser, but sure as hell more annoying than his brother. Hotter, too, but that’s a topic for another time.

“I didn’t ask you to join me, big boy,” you say sarcastically, fake smiling. He crosses his arms, leveling you with a bored look.

“Yuu, if you aren’t fast enough you’re not going to find her corpse when you get back,” he tells his brother, still staring you up and down. Yuuji sighs, tired, then opens the front door.

“Make sure to not kill each other. I have a shift after this, stop bickering. You two act like siblings more than I do with you, Sukuna,” he reprimands you both. You and his brother roll your eyes at the same time, then you push him out, closing the door in his face. You turn around and find yourself face to face with Sukuna's menacing grin.

“You have 5 minutes before I come knock at the bathroom door with a kitchen knife, doll.”

You’re scrubbing yourself clean with a random pine body wash you found in the shower when the playlist you put before entering the stall stops. You’re annoyed, because now you’re forced to listen to Sukuna’s ugly songs from the bathroom wall (that he’s blasting just to annoy you), so you try to reach your phone. You’re on your tippy toes, not wanting to get out completely, when you trip and fall since you didn’t wash the soap away from your body. You bump your head on the sink in front of the shower, hard, and you muffle a whine. You close your eyes as hard as you can and open the shower head with the room spinning inside your skull.

“Don’t open your eyes, don’t open your eyes or you’ll fall… fuck, it hurts so bad,” you tell yourself while you speed run the end of the shower and blindly put your shirt over your head. It’s not the first time you've bumped your head on something, you were a crazy kid, so you’ve learned to open your eyes only when you physically can’t function anymore or you'll start seeing stars immediately. You barely get to put your pants on when you notice your forehead feels wet, and you didn't even wash your hair. As you get out of the bathroom wobbling you touch your head. When you open your eyes, you see blood on your hand. The room spins. You barely have time to look up and watch Sukuna coming out of his bedroom frowning before seeing black dots in your vision.

You try opening your eyes, but they feel so heavy. Your body feels rather stiff. What's this smell?

"Oh, she's waking up," a female voice softly says from somewhere next to your right.

"Thank you, miss, I got it from here," a rough voice responds.

"Make sure she drinks a lot, and keep a couple of painkillers near you. The scans show she doesn't have any internal damage, but she hit her head pretty hard. She's going to have a big bruise for a couple of days," the female voice continues. You hear the man making a sound of affirmation.

There’s a brief pause. "Your wife is very lucky. It's not every day that a man takes a woman up four flights of stairs by simple arm strength," the woman concludes sweetly, getting out of the room after he responds with a grunt and closing the door behind her.

"Your ass is lucky I lied or they wouldn’t have let me in, dumbass. Open your eyes, I know you're awake," the voice you now recognise as Sukuna says, getting closer. You try opening your eyes, managing to focus your gaze on him. Everything feels so fluffy, apart from your throat. You cough, and you think you see him rolling his eyes before getting you a glass of water and sitting beside you on a chair. You gulp it down, still feeling fuzzy, then you blink a couple of times.

You gape at him. He's cute. “You look funny,” you say, poking his cheek. He’s so squishy. Like a little mochi. A little mochi filled with strawberries. Strawberries and cream. He slaps your finger away, and you put on a hurt expression. He huffs.

“Why am I here?” You ask. The more you look at him, the more heads he seems to have.

“You fell in the bathroom,” he says, straightening up from the chair and covering your right leg with the duvet the hospital gave you. You raise an eyebrow at his gesture, and he just rolls his eyes again. “Don’t want you to also catch a cold. Yuuji would kill my ass.” You just hum.

“I caught ya when you already fainted. Yuuji came back home and panicked, but he couldn’t back out from work, so I was stuck with your ass. Took ya here but the elevator broke down. And I ate your pizza, by the way. All this is gonna cost ya 200 dollars, cash,” he lists, sprawling back onto his chair, deadpan.

Silence engulfs the both of you, and you don’t know what to say. You heard what the nurse said and you are searching for a way to bring it up, but the words in your mind are all scrambled. It’s probably the morphine that you realise they gave you, IV still attached to your left arm. You open your mouth to say something along the lines of “I’d like to thank your gym membership for this,” but instead the words that leave your mouth are-

“I’d like you to be my husband.”

His eyes snap to your widening ones. “Wait that wasn’t what-“

“Huh?” He just replies, dumbfounded. You panic, waving your hands in the air between you two.

“No, what I meant was- like- thank you for getting me up here- can you stop looking at me with your weird 16 eyes?- not that you aren’t attractive! You’re super hot! But that’s not- oh god,” you whimper, rubbing your face, noticing how you’re just making the situation worse. You prepare yourself for his snarky comeback, closing your eyes, but everything is silent.

Suddenly, you hear him snort. You crack your eyes open, touching the big cotton gauze they put on your forehead. You must be hearing things. It’s definitely the morphine, there’s no way Sukuna is actually laughing.

“Yes, I’m laughing, doll,” he says, chuckling. You widen your eyes.

“I said that out loud, didn’t I?” You cringe.

“Yeah, you kinda did,” he responds, smirking. You groan.

“Take me out to dinner first, damn,” he yawns. You jut your bottom lip out, frowning and giving him your middle finger. Then you register his words.

“You’d come? I mean, if I asked you out.”

“Well, if you’re paying,” he responds, shrugging. That’s still a yes, isn’t it?

He ruffles up his pink hair, black t-shirt straining across his bicep. You can’t contain the urge to poke the muscle.

“Stop touching me like I’m made of play dough, doll,” he sighs, slightly less annoyed than 5 minutes ago.

“Would you let me play with you if you were made of play dough?” you ask, words a little slurred, still poking his arm, and he flexes it. “Don’t show off,” you mumble.

“You’re even weirder when you’re drugged,” he grins. He kinda looks scary, though. If you didn’t know him, you’d piss yourself by looking at his sharp teeth.

“But would you or would you not?” You whine, dragging out the last word, letting your hand fall next to you. He misses the warmth of your hand, so instead, he just puts his on your thigh. To be warm, of course. The room is so cold. Yeah. Definitely because of the missing heat.

“Yeah doll, I would.”

[thinkinonsense]

forgive if it’s a bit scatterbrained but hear me out… some sort of reverse corruption w old man!logan >///< i just feel like he won’t be the type of guy who’d immediately be into having a thing w young!reader. i feel like he won’t even take it seriously at first or there’s def gonna be more resistance from him, he’d probably feel initially repulsed by the idea of even beginning to think of them that way given how young they are. but reader is bold bold, so they’re gonna keep pushing and pushing until they’ve got him where they want him. but even if she’s practically sinking down on him, logan is still probably gonna be like “fuck’s wrong with you, huh? old enough to be your fucking grandfather, kid. c’mon, you don’t really want this.”

poor old man’s just too decent for his own good :(

old man!logan x young bold fem!reader *mdni

logan couldn't stand you. how young and ambitious you were; how you couldn't just take no as a fuckin' answer. you thought it was cute but logan found it rather obnoxious. you were persistent with your attraction towards the older man; frequenting the only bar in town that logan was still welcomed in.

"what are we drinking tonight, lo?" your voice was a siren song that he wished he could turn off.

"whiskey." he mumbles against the glass.

the mean glare he sent your way would've made anyone else run in fear, but not you. instead smiling up at him with bambi eyes. at first, logan thought you were just dumb, not picking up on his signals but as it turned out, you're just stubborn.

every friday night, you sat on the stool next to him. you should've been flirting with guys your age by the pool table but no, you would rather get rejected by the old man who drinks alone. at one point even the bartenders started to think that you two were together which logan quickly shut down.

"c'mon, at least let me pretend that i'm yours," you whine, swirling around your second fruity drink tonight.

"you don't want to 'be mine', kid," he said in a stern voice, similar to one you would use on a child who won't behave.

"aaand...why not?" you ask him, crossing your arms and already getting pissy. "don't gimme that bullshit about you being 'too old' either."

"has anyone ever told you that you're-"

"pretty? hilarious? tight? yeah, a few times actually."

logan sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. he tries to give you some sympathy but there's only so many times that you can burn your hand on the stove until you learn your lesson.

"look, cherry..." logan sets his glass down. you adored when he called you, cherry because that meant he was paying attention to you and what you drank, always having to top it off with a cherry. "i'm probably your grandfather's age-"

"don't care." you interrupt him, leaning forward to stare into his eyes and run a hand through his hair. "your grey hair is so hot, lo. should let me pull on it sometime."

logan was finding it more difficult to resist you. almost letting out a groan when you pull slightly. logan could smell your arousal forming; clouding his vision.

"why don't you throw your panties in someone else's direction, huh? i'm sure those boys over there wouldn't mind." logan snarls, getting fed up with your attitude.

it wasn't that he didn't find you attractive, quite the opposite really. maybe if he was younger or you were older then he wouldn't mind your flirty personality so much but that's not the way that the world works. logan is -whether or not he wants to admit it- old and he didn't have time to put up with your whiney shit.

"okay." you shrug, getting up from the barstool.

logan doesn't believe that you'll actually go talk to those boys. in one minute your ass will be back here annoying him. he was sure of it.

then ten minutes passed and giggles were still falling from your lips. nothing the guys said was actually funny but you played it up to look better. there was one guy who you actually didn't mind talking to; both of you went to the same college and shared the same major. for a second, you'd completely forgotten about the man burning holes into your side.

the two of you talked for a while, exchanging stories while you leaned against the pool table in your tiny cut-off shorts. logan watched those boys gawk at you; staring everywhere but your face.

"i know right! her class was horrible! all she did was-" your words fell short when someone grabbed your upper arm, attempting to pull you away from the guy, who you think his name was josh, or john, or jake? you couldn't really remember and you definitely didn't care.

"c'mon kid, i'll give you a ride home." logan growled in your ear.

"oh, it's okay!" you chirp like a little bird at him. "think i'll find another way home tonight."

it's just a facade, logan told himself. you were just trying to prove a point. always stubborn.

"i'm not messing 'round, kid-"

"leave her alone, old man." the kid interrupted, giving logan a push.

logan snarls, about to teach this boy a lesson but you are faster; heel-kicking him in the nuts. the boy hunched over, allowing you to be ear level with him.

"fuck off." you spit, angrily before walking away.

logan looked at you completely dumbfounded. he had no other choice than to follow you blindly outside of the bar. he found you leaning against his truck; under the dim street light, logan would've misplaced you for some angelic figure.

"mind takin' me home, lo?" you ask him, for once not acting like some horny little rabbit towards him.

he nods, fishing out his keys. you give him directions to your apartment. the silence in the car makes you think logan's mad at you for real this time. you pushed it too far, embarrassing him and yourself this time. logan wasn't this dirty old perv who would actually give you the time of day, and maybe it was time for you to face that reality.

"i just wanted to say sorry for everything." your voice is low and quiet. afraid logan won't even acknowledge you. "i know that i should've left you alone a long time ago. you wouldn't want someone like me anyway-"

the car came to a dead halt in the driveway. logan turns to face you and you fear the worst; afraid he will yell at you.

"do you seriously think i wouldn't want you?" he asks. "you haven't left my mind since the day we bumped into each other at the bar and i spilled my whisky down your shirt. remember that, cherry?"

you nod, carefully. that day was imprinted in your mind. your friends and you were celebrating your birthday when logan bumped into you at the bar on accident. he frantically apologized for ruining your white shirt which you suggested for him to lick you clean. it had been so long since someone had flirted with him that he didn't know how to react.

"i'd never seen someone look so pretty and sticky at the same time." logan's hand gently caresses your cheek.

"could've seen it more often if you had fucked me like i wish you would've." the words fall out without pressure, making logan smirk. no matter how much you tried, you were desperate for him.

"you've got one dirty fuckin' mouth, cherry."

"it gets dirtier than that."

"hmm... don't know if that's possible."

"i could show you if you like."

the offer hangs hot in the truck. logan leans back into his seat, asking for forgiveness on what he's about to do. three light taps on his thigh and you crawl right into it.

"atta fuckin' girl, cherry." he groans as you grind against his crotch and bite on his neck.

"also for the record, the only person i want to have my panties is you, logan." you purred in his ear, referring back to your earlier conversation at the bar.

"i know, sweetheart. i know." he chuckles, watching you kick off your shorts and underwear.

once your back in his lap, you unbuckle his belt and wait eagerly for him to have his way with you. yet, logan doesn't offer anything.

"if you want to fuck an old man like me then you need to get used to doin' all the work, cherry." he says, half-joking. "can't keep up with an eager little thing like you."

you knew his game. to scare you off by acting like an asshole but you didn't mind doing the work to get what you want.

"fine with me." you smile, hands inching towards the glasses that hang on his button-down. "can't forget these, want you to see what you do to me."

logan groaned when you pulled him out of his pants, pumping him a few times before aligning him to your entrance. he was a bit bigger than you would've guessed, only making you wetter. just as you are about to sink down onto him, logan stops you, holding your hips in the air.

"fuck's wrong with you, cherry? you still want this, huh?" he taunts you, only getting a whine from you in response. "such a desperate little thing."

"p-p-please, logan." your hips wiggle against his tight grip. "want you... need you."

without another word, he lowers you down onto his length. both of you moan at the adjustment. your nails claw at logan's shoulders and you feel him twitch inside of you at the pain.

"happy now?" logan groaned, watching you bounce up and down on your own. his hands stayed on your waist, squeezing at the fat of your hips. "got what you fuckin' wanted."

"mhm..." you nod along dumbly agreeing to whatever he says. too busy trying to get his white button-down off of him. frustrated, you break open all the buttons.

once his chest was exposed, you litter it with kisses and dark bruises. for the first time, logan was happy that his healing abilities were slowing down so now he can admire your artwork longer. you grab both of his giant palms bringing one hand to your chest and taking the other thumb into your mouth, licking the pad of it before moving it down to your clit. tracing circles in a way that made your head fall back with your mouth wide open.

"do you always get this wet for older men or is it just for me, sweetheart?" logan asked, fist full of your hair.

"j-just you, lo..." you gasp.

logan's lips found your jaw, kissing up to your chin before capturing your lips. he wasn't a fan of fruity drinks but he loved the taste they left in your mouth. your backs against the wheel lazily and logan can tell that your orgasm is approaching.

"don't give up now, cherry." he teased. "you were doing so good, being a perfect little slut in my lap. what happened to her?"

you were too fucked out to say anything back and he knew it. logan finally took pity on you and started pistoling into you, listening to every pretty curse word that fell from your trembling lips.

"where do you want me, sweetheart?" logan grunts in your ear, pulling at the lobe as you come down from your high.

"inside, please."

that's all logan needed to hear to spill inside of you. the warmth indescribably flooded you. the two of you collapse in each other's arms, collecting yourself for a few minutes.

"told you, i'm a good fuck." you told him, looking up at him with messy hair and an unapologetic smile.

"didn't doubt you," he says, mirroring your smile as he moves some pieces of hair from your forehead. maybe logan could see you being a permanent person in his life.

"and to think..." your words drift off as you start to move again, feeling him get hard again inside of you. "we are just getting started."

[heavyhitterheaux]

Meet Me at the Altar Part 3

AN: Our wild ride finally comes to an end 💕

Synopsis: Both you and Joe have to get on the same page in regards to raising your daughter together while he also pleads for forgiveness for his actions towards you and asks for another chance to make it right

Pairing: Ex-fiance!Joe Burrow x Ex-Fiancée!Reader

Read Part 1 and Part 2 first (Joe Burrow Masterlist)

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The new phone that you had recently purchased to contribute to your fresh start was constantly ringing and you had ignored it each time. When you glanced to see who it was that kept calling you repeatedly, it was no surprise.

The same number.

Over and over again.

And it was no one other than your older sister who you didn't consider to be your sister anymore, Marlene. She had to have gotten your new number from your mom's phone somehow because there was no way in hell you were about to give it to her willingly.

You would think that she would have stopped trying to talk to you by now because of her role in breaking up what was supposed to be the happiest day of your life, but one thing that was for sure was how consistent she could be.

Consistent in calling you and consistent with sleeping with your fiancé.

Not once.

But multiple times.

Your mom told you that she had given birth to a baby boy and that Joe straight up told her to do the DNA test because he wouldn't take no for an answer.

Good for him for advocating for himself, but at this point it wasn't going to make a difference what the result came out to be.

You were never going to forgive him for as long as he walked this earth and more than likely even after that.

At this point, you could have cared less if it had come out to be his, but deep down you knew that it wasn’t.

Having about a month and a half to go with your pregnancy, reality was starting to hit you. Finding out the baby was a girl gave you a sense of excitement, but also dread. Because the picture perfect life you had dreamed of was pulled out right from under you.

Knowing that you and Joe would raise her, but not be together hurt to no end, but there was someone better out there for you that would give you the happily ever after that you deserved. Someone that hopefully wouldn't embarrass you at the altar. Because it was now evident as much as you wanted it to be Joe, that ship had sailed.

It was a hard pill to swallow, but all you could do was take it day by day and focus on having a healthy pregnancy.

The two of you rarely communicated and for good reason. You didn't have anything to say to him anymore because you were not going to subject yourself to being hurt again. No matter how many times he said that something like that wouldn't happen if you were to give him another chance. Every appointment that you went to, you sent him the ultrasound picture and he always asked if the baby was okay. Every single time your answer was always thumbs up and this had been going on ever since you left.

Well after you unblocked his number on your old phone of course.

It shouldn't have happened the first time with how much he said he loved and adored you.

He adored someone else so much that he went between her legs.

Your phone continued to ring and you quickly grew annoyed. Hoping to put an end to this once and for all, you answered.

And immediately regretted it.

“What do you want?” You asked her as you sat down in the nursery and started to organize all of the books you had bought her, Goodnight Moon being your all time favorite.

“Y/N! Thank God! I thought you would never answer.” Marlene breathed out as you did the hardest rolling of your eyes known to man.

“I only answered because if I didn't, your ass was going to keep calling me.” You told her flatly.

“Oh, well the baby isn't his…..”

“Okay? What am I supposed to do with that information?” You asked her unsure of what her motive was.

“I.. just thought you should know and I owe you an apology.”

“No apology will ever suffice for what you did to me. You could beg on your hands and knees until they were bleeding and I still wouldn't forgive you.”

“Y/N…. I'm….”

“No. Don't Y/N me and I could care less. You and Joe deserve every bad thing that comes your way and both of you can go and fuck yourselves. Oh, look! You already did that. Now do me a favor and never call me again. I don't have a sister anymore. Enjoy motherhood.”

Without another word, you hung up and promptly blocked her number before setting it back down on the table.

As the due date was getting closer and closer, you were dreading the fact that there were a few things that were housed in your previous Cincinnati home that you wanted.

The only way that was about to happen was if you went and got them yourself.

Because there were only two people who knew where they were-you and Joe. And you damn sure weren't asking him.

Now that meant trying to avoid Joe at all costs to get what you wanted.

That was when you got an idea.

The plan was to coordinate with Ja’Marr so that he would make sure Joe was out of the house while you went and grabbed everything you needed. 

You would be able to make a quick getaway without having to deal with him or see him or breathe the same air as him.

Because that was the last thing you wanted to deal with and everything that came with it.

Joe would be pleading for you to take him back and your answer was the same on your almost wedding day as it is now.

A stone cold no. 

Hoping that he would answer, you quickly opened up Facetime so that he would be able to see you. Even if he was one of Joe’s best friends, after everything that happened he would check on you on a weekly basis and always asked if you were okay or needed anything.

He was blindsided just as much as you were about the entire situation.

The phone didn't ring for a full thirty seconds before Ja'Marr's face came into view as he gave you a wide smile.

“Hey, Y/N. Everything good over there with you and the little one?”

“Hi, we're fine but I need you to do something for me.” You said as you bit your lip waiting for him to say yes.

“Sure, anything you need.”

“I need to come back to get a few things out of the house. Can you just make sure that Joe is occupied? I don't want to see him for obvious reasons.” You replied as you rolled your eyes as Ja'Marr gave you a slow nod in response.

“Yeah, that's not a problem. When did you plan on coming?”

“By the end of this week, so Friday more than likely.”

“Mind if we get lunch while you're here? Give us a chance to catch up.”

“Sure, I'd like that. I'll let you know all the details once I get everything figured out.”

“Okay, sounds good. Take care of yourself, Y/N.” Was the last thing he said to you before hanging up.

“I promise I'm trying to.” You whispered to a now unoccupied screen as your eyes started to water.

One thing you weren't prepared for was how lonely you had now become. Joe was your person who you would do everything with and always wanted to be around him and would get upset every time he had to leave the house instead of staying with you.

It's amazing how the tables had turned and turned so quickly that it honestly made your head spin.

Friday was now here and after you had gotten checked into your hotel and rested your eyes for about an hour or so, you sent a text to Ja'Marr to let him know that you were there.

The two of you agreed to meet up at one of your favorite restaurants in the city and you had been dying to get your hands on their footlong mozzarella sticks ever since you moved to Denver. 

Ja’Marr paid for both of your meals before telling you that he was meeting with Joe as soon as the two of you left so that way the house would ultimately be clear.

You couldn’t face him, just yet.

You weren’t ready and needed a little bit more time.

However, time was running out seeing as you were getting closer and closer to your due date.

Pulling into the driveway of the house, it took everything in you for you not to cry.

You missed this.

And you missed him.

Parking and then pulling out your key that you should have gotten rid of months ago, you opened the front door and walked into the foyer.

It was as if no time had passed. Everything was still in its rightful place and you would think that there was a beautiful newlywed couple who lived there seeing as your engagement photos were still covering the walls of the hallway that led to the staircase that would take you upstairs to what once was your master bedroom. 

When you walked in, you tried not to waste time as you headed straight for the closet and pulled out one of the many bags you had and began to throw different items into it. 

As you were packing things as quickly as possible into your bag you heard the last thing that you expected.

Footsteps.

And not just any footsteps. They were Joe's because from the time you two were together, you memorized exactly what they sound like.

There was a time that you couldn’t wait to hear them coming up the steps, but now the only thing you were filled with was dread.

Sure enough, you heard him call your name.

“Y/N?” Joe said quietly from behind you.

Taking a deep sigh, you turned around and gave him a blank stare.

He was taking you in and once his eyes landed on your midsection he looked at you in disbelief not realizing how much the baby had actually grown since the last time he had seen you.

“I didn't know you were coming.”

“Because I didn't tell you and wasn’t going to tell you. And besides you didn't need to know.” 

“Does this mean you're moving back? You came back to talk to me, right?” Joe asked hopeful and you looked at him confused.

“Joseph, I am literally packing a bag with the things that were still in this house that I wanted and I know you could see what I was doing from the door. What would make you think in your right mind that I came to talk to you? You weren't supposed to be here and weren’t supposed to know that I was even here in the first place.”

“But I live here…. And so do you.”

“I haven’t lived here in almost a damn year and I gave Ja'Marr instructions to make sure you were out of the house.”

Bottom line was that you were going to absolutely kill Ja'Marr. 

“I… I thought you'd still be out. I just came to get a few of my things and I'll be gone.”

“But I don't want you gone. I…. please sweetheart just talk to me. I will literally do anything at this point. Marlene’s baby isn't mine.” Joe took a step forward to move closer to you and you immediately stepped back. 

“I know. I been knew. And you have lost the right to call me sweetheart. I am simply Y/N to you, the mother of your unborn child. That’s it and that’s all.” You responded while shrugging.

“If you knew then why didn't you come back sooner? We have a lot to talk about. And you're pregnant. You shouldn't be by yourself anyway. What do you have like a month left? Not even a month actually.”

“Joseph, I didn't come back sooner because we don't have anything to talk about. You broke my trust as well as my heart and you are NEVER going to get either of them back. You think I would just forgive you and welcome you back with open arms? Come on now, you're smarter than that and both of us know it. I don't want to talk to Marlene for as long as I live and as far as I'm concerned, she's not my sister anymore. And as for you, if I wasn't carrying our child, you would have been dealt the same treatment. Why would I even want to be in the same room as either of you? This interaction has gone on for far too long too and I need to leave.”

“I… deserve that. But there has to be something I can do. Just tell me what it is and I'll do it! You are the only person I want to be with!” At this point, Joe was pleading with you, but all you continued to do was shake your head.

“You know what you can do?” You quietly said while looking at him and you suddenly felt your little girl kick catching you off guard and immediately went to the spot on your stomach where you felt it.

She had heard his voice, so you knew it was only a matter of time. 

“Name it and it will be done.”

“Give me your hand.”

Joe did as he was told and you placed it directly on your belly where she had just kicked moments before hoping that she would do it again so that Joe would be able to feel it.

Your wish came true as Joe’s eyes went wide and it was almost as if she knew that it was his hand on your stomach and not yours.

Anytime she would hear his voice whether it be on the TV, TikTok or Instagram as you were reminiscing on what could have been, she would give you multiple kicks in a row. Even though she was still in your belly, she probably missed him as much as you did.

“You feel that? She does it everytime she hears your voice.”’

“I’ve missed out on so much.”

“And that’s no one’s fault but yours, but what I was going to say is raise our daughter and be the best possible father that you can be and teach her not to fall for fuck boys like you so she doesn't get her heartbroken like her mother did.”

“I…” Joe started to say as he opened his mouth, but immediately closed it again.

“Y/N, I just need another chance. We want to raise her together, don't we? I can’t do that if you don’t live here… and I don’t even know where you’ve been for the past eight months anyway! All I got were sonogram pictures and a thumbs up emoji when you actually remembered to send it!”

“You want to know where I’ve been? Trying to get the FUCK over you and what you did and it’s been so damn hard! You have no idea how I’ve felt and how sometimes I just want to pick up the phone and call you to hear your voice, but I CAN’T. You said you love me, but you LIED.” Now the tears were starting to build up in your eyes and it was only a matter of time before they actually fell.

This would be the most you cried over him in almost a year.

All the other times, you stopped yourself and could refrain from it, but seeing him here, in front of you was a completely different story.

“I didn’t lie and I still love you!”

“How can you say that when you SLEPT WITH MY SISTER? The most important person to me on the face of this earth besides you?! Utter BULLSHIT.”

“I know I messed up.”

“You did more than mess up and the fact that I found out all of this mere SECONDS before we were going to say ‘I do’. I know Robin and Jimmy raised you better than this, but sometimes shit like this just happens because you wanted to have your cake and eat it too. This conversation is going nowhere and I need to leave.” You told him as you zipped up your bag and was trying to walk around him, but was stopped as he grabbed your hand.

“Wait, just…”

“Joseph, I need you to get out of my….” You stopped mid sentence as a gush of liquid was felt and you silently cursed under your breath.

“No, not now, sweet girl. You couldn’t have waited until mommy was back home in Denver?”

“You’ve been in Denver?! And what is going on? Is that what I think it is?”

“My water broke, Joseph…..”

“Wait, just now? Like right now?” Joe asked and you looked at him dumbfounded.

“Are you stupid, simple, or slow? YES NOW AND I HAVE NONE OF MY THINGS WITH ME. It probably happened because you made me upset!”

“I didn’t mean to, I just wanted to talk to you. But I guess it works out right? I at least get to see her be born.”

“Just take me to the hospital, NOW.”

Luckily the hospital wasn’t far and you now found yourself in one of the birthing suites with the epidural already given and you were simply waiting to be ten centimeters dilated so that you would be able to begin pushing and finally meet your baby girl.

Joe had basically been silent the entire time really not knowing what to say, because at this point in time what could he say?

He had simply been giving you ice chips and putting a cool cloth on your forehead when you asked, but other than that, nothing.

“Y/N, shouldn’t you call your parents and maybe Camille? You’re already seven centimeters and I know you mentioned a while ago that was who you wanted to be here with you.”

“No, I’ll call them after she’s here.” You flatly said as you continued to play on your phone.

“Uh, are you sure? Because I can….”

“Leave it alone, I already told you what I wanted.”

It was quiet for a few minutes with the only noise in the room being the TV, when Joe suddenly opened his mouth when he came to a realization.

“Well, since you’re having her here, you should stay for a while. That way I can help you.”

“No.”

“Y/N, let’s be realistic. You are not getting on a plane with my newborn daughter. Can you imagine all that she’ll be exposed to? I know you’re mad at me and I get that, but we have to be logical about this. It’s for your own safety and hers. I want to be a part of her life and you need to let me do that and stop shutting me out. Yes, I fucked up and ruined our relationship, but don’t ruin my relationship with her. I can’t be a good father if her mother is going to keep her away from me.”

Joe spoke up again since you had remained quiet and crossed your arms.

“I.. actually have a nursery in the house for her hoping that you would come back. She has everything that she could possibly need in there and of course all your clothes are still in the closet. I haven’t touched anything since you left and I can get you set up in the guest bedroom since I know you’ll want your own space. And whatever she needs or whatever you need, I’ll buy it. You just have to tell me. I know this is probably not the time, but I do still love you and will always help you if you need me.”

“Three months at most, that’s it.” You quietly said agreeing with him and Joe nodded satisfied with your answer.

Ten years later

Joe spotted Maddox as she made her way outside of the airport doors in order to meet him. He was taking her in and couldn’t get over how tall she had gotten since the last time he had seen her in person. When she finally noticed him, she ran full force into his arms and received a bone crushing hug in return.

“Hi daddy! I missed you!” She told him as they finally broke apart and Joe placed her suitcase in the backseat while opening the front passenger side door for her.

“I missed you too, baby girl. Your flight was okay?”

“Yes! The nice flight attendant gave me extra snacks. I think she did that because she recognized me as being your daughter.”

“Hmm, what do you think gave it away? Only thing you might have is my eyes. Everything else you got from your gorgeous mother.”

“No, I told her that you were my dad and showed her a picture so there was no way that she could have denied it.”

“Mads…. What have I told you about doing that?” Joe asked as he pulled off and was headed towards the highway which was the fastest way to get back home. 

“Daddy, I was hungry. Mom didn’t pack me enough snacks! I only use that trick when I have to.”

“And don’t make it a habit.”

“I promise I won’t. I can’t believe I get to be with you for the entire summer.”

“I know, I’m excited about that too, I have plenty of plans for us but if there is anything specific that you want to do, you just have to tell me, okay?”

“Okay, I will. Daddy?”

“What’s up, princess?”

“Can you keep a secret?” She asked as her big blue eyes resembling his stared at him.

“Of course, what’s the secret?”

“Mommy is getting married.”

The second those words left her mouth, Joe’s heart dropped.

“Oh.”

“I really like him and she’s happy. But…..”

“But, what?”

“He’s not you. I want you and mommy to be together and get married.” Maddox quietly confessed before staring out the window at the different buildings passing by.

 “Well that was a reality once and I blew it.” Joe told Maddox, but of course she didn’t know the full story and she might not ever know. He knew for a fact that she would look at him differently if she did.

“Why can't you just say sorry?”

“It’s a little more complicated than that, sweetheart.”

“If two people love each other, the last thing it should be is complicated. And as much as she loves Josh, she still loves you too and I can see it.”

“Mads, if an opportunity comes about for me to be with your mother again I’m all for it. But for now my only focus is being an amazing dad to you.”

“Daddy, you’re amazing and I wouldn’t want anyone else to be my dad and I love that grown up answer, but I think you need to crash the wedding and get your girl back.”

—-

Fluttering your eyes open, you were awakened by your husband placing kisses all over your face, ultimately startling you.

It took you a second for your eyes to focus, but when they did Joe was staring at you with a smile on his face, while you were looking at him confused quickly making him grow concerned.

“You okay, babe? You told me to not let you sleep too long since we have to get ready for the rehearsal dinner.” He asked you as he helped you sit up. 

“Oh, um what rehearsal dinner?” You asked and Joe looked at you confused.

“Are you feeling okay? Is this your way of telling me that you don't want to marry me anymore?” He jokingly asked, but you were just trying to wrap your mind around everything.

There was no way you dreamed that entire thing.

It felt a little too real.

“No, I just…”

“And I'll pack some Zofran for you just in case baby Burrow makes you nauseous like she did earlier at your appointment. Oh, sorry baby, I didn't mean to cut you off. What were you saying?” He told you as he made sure to grab it and set it by the purse that more than likely you would be carrying.

“How long was I asleep?”

“Two hours at most. You didn't really sleep a lot last night, remember?”

“Oh, right.”

“Sweetheart, you really have me nervous right now. What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?” He asked as he had now sat down next to you and promptly pulled you onto his lap.

“You'd never cheat on me, right? Especially with my sister?” You blurted out and Joe instantly got a look of confusion and disbelief across his face.

“Baby, what in the world are you talking about? I would never cheat on you, much less with your own sister. How fucked up is that? And where is this even coming from?!”

“I just needed you to answer my question.”

“But something obviously had to cross your mind for you to ask me that, so spill it.”

“I guess I dreamed the entire thing. You literally told me at the altar before we were about to say our vows that you cheated on me with her and that she was pregnant. It didn't actually turn out to be yours, but…”

Joe stared at you with a tight lipped smile and was sincerely trying to wrap his mind around this.

“Y/N, you are literally the only person that I want to spend the rest of my life with and there is no way I would fuck that up. I asked you to marry me for a reason. I love you and only you. Understand?”

“Got it and I love you too.”

“Now go ahead and get ready while baby Maddox is behaving herself.” He told you before kissing you and sliding you off of his lap so that you could stand up.

Hearing him say her name felt like a punch to the gut and there was absolutely no way your dream was just a dream. It had to be a premonition of some sort of what was to come in the future.

The future that was just three days away.

When you and Joe walked down the aisle.

Shaking it off knowing that Joe would never hurt you that way, you set your focus on getting ready for the rehearsal dinner.

He watched you walk towards the bathroom and closed the door before pulling out his phone and opening his text messages.

Joe- What happened last weekend can never happen again.

Marlene- No, I agree. But you said the same thing after the first time.

Joe- I'm serious this time. She literally woke up and told me in her dream I cheated on her with you and got you pregnant. Had me low key panicking that she knows.

Marlene- Well the first part is correct, the second part not so much. And she doesn’t know anything. Don’t be stupid, Burrow. 

Joe- Whatever this is, it's done.

Marlene- Just one more? Meet me after the rehearsal dinner when she falls asleep. She'll be out cold since she's a heavy sleeper.

Joe- Marlene…..

Marlene- This is it, promise. Then you get to live your little perfect cookie cutter life with her.

Joe- And then we don't speak about this ever again and I mean it.

Marlene- Whatever you say, Burrow 😉

As Joe stared down at the text thread, he sighed deeply to himself and knew that he had to cut Marlene off and do it for good before this got any messier. But… what you didn’t know wasn’t going to hurt you, right? 

[fastboatsmojito]

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i've come for some filth with carl because i'm depraved so here we fuckin go my friend

19) angry sex in the middle of a fight + ❛ you want me quiet? make me. ❜

thank you xoxo -🐁

You’re so sweet :,) thank you !! <33

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| a/n; omg my first Carl req Ever I hope this does him justice 🫡

| cw; 18+ smut btc of course, fem reader (‘good girl’ used once), you’re both kinda dicks but it’s hot so it’s okay <3, smoking, Typical Shameless Shit, porn with a little plot, couch fucking in a house of peacefully sleeping gallaghers, PnV, no mention of condoms (b safe) - shocking I know, he covers your mouth for a bit, implied facefucking at the end whoops, a little brat tamer!Carl if u will >:)

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Dividers by @/strangergraphics

You would’ve admitted you were being a dick if he wasn’t doing the same, his head leaned back against the couch as he huffed out a cloud of smoke he’d usually direct away from you.

You could barely remember how the fight started, focused more on the pissy attitude radiating off of him as you stood with your arms crossed in front of him.

“You just gonna fuckin’ stand there all night?” He scoffed, putting the well finished cigarette out in the ashtray next to him before waving you over to sit with him.

You weren’t exactly happy but he was still Carl, and you figured you could be just as annoyed with him while comfortably sat in his lap.

The unamused expression on his face stayed when you settled into him, though his arms immediately coming around you almost gave his barely scorned attitude away.

“You wanna apologize now?” You asked, looking up at him through your lashes - still pissed enough not to kiss him even though the desire was clearly still there.

“Me? What about you?” He retorted, strong arms around you softening as he dropped his head back against the couch with a sigh.

“No fucking way.” You replied, draping your legs over his lap, elbows resting on the arm rest as you leaned away from him.

You didn’t enjoy fighting with him but he didn’t make it hard, especially when you both shared the bad habit of apologizing with actions before words.

—

And that’s exactly how you ended up bent over that same armrest - not the most comfortable position that he was holding you in. You could practically feel him in your stomach like this and the harsh hand clamped around your mouth was only adding to the fire burning within you.

“Apologize quietly.” He leaned over to whisper in your ear, moving his hand from your mouth to grip your hair instead. He had zero intention of dealing with the shit he’d get for fucking you in the living room of all places if you woke someone up.

“Make me.” You all but moaned, pouting when he pulled out of you and turned you around to face him, sitting on the same armrest you were just draped over while he meanly squished your cheeks together.

“Can’t call you a good girl if you don’t act like one, can I?” He looked divine like this, furrowed brows only making you want to piss him off more as his eyes bored into you.

He shook your head for you with his hand when you didn’t answer - tsking at you like a bad dog as he walked backwards and guided you to your knees.

“If you can’t even say sorry with that mouth I guess we’ll just have to find some other use for it.”

[luvismenu]

> motive — pt.5 ,, index ! nsfw

. . brother's bestfriend!jungkook au . .

wc: 4.6k+

warnings: banter, teasing, lots of cursing ofc, kissing, some oral (fem recieving), fingering, clit play, he's kinda aggresive, jungkook being a dick in the end, cliffhanger-ish?

jeon jungkook is so fucking stubborn.

once he sets his mind on something, there’s no going back. if he thinks something might hurt someone, he won’t ever risk it. he doesn’t change his mind, doesn’t budge, doesn’t care how annoying it is. he’ll stick to his decision no matter what.

it’s a stupid habit, but he’s always been like this. and honestly, you’re starting to think he always will be.

you’ve known that ever since the bike incident from when you were kids. it was your brother’s bicycle. you really liked it, and you wanted to ride it secretly because you knew jimin wouldn't let you. you begged jungkook to let you, but he refused. your brother had told him, very seriously, that it would break his heart if you fell and got hurt. and, of course, jungkook listened. he took your brother’s words like gospel and never let you touch the bike.

it didn’t matter that you cried about it. even though he looked a little guilty seeing you bawling your eyes out, he still wouldn’t budge. your brother’s feelings came first, even if you were sitting there heartbroken.

and that was when you were four, and they were nine

jungkook never told you why he didn't let you touch your brother's bike either. you only know about this because jimin told you when you grew up. which really pissed you off.

maybe it’s a silly thing to still think about, but it’s just so annoying that he hasn’t changed. he’s always been like this— choosing what’s “right” even if it makes you mad.

sure, he’s not your best friend, but that doesn’t mean you both didn’t grow up together. you were always there, tagging along, watching him and jimin get into all kinds of trouble. and your brother always found ways to keep you quiet, too.

“jungkook, let's carry her on the way home.”

“jungkook, give her your candy so she won’t tell mom and dad.”

and it worked.

every time.

it was fun, you won’t lie. making them beg you not to rat them out, holding it over their heads. oh, it was so fucking fun.

it’s still almost the same, you know all your brother’s secrets, and by extension, jungkook’s. growing up with them, you picked up more than they ever wanted you to. and, well, why wouldn’t you use that information to your advantage? sometimes for fun, sometimes to get what you want.

and what did mufasa say? it’s the mother fucking circle of life.

“saw that you were with taehyung a few days ago,” jimin says casually as he pulls on his jacket.

you’re stretched out on the couch, scrolling through your phone. you’ve been debating whether or not to text jungkook, but you don’t want to look desperate. still, your fingers keep itching to type something.

your brothers words make you pause, but you don’t look up. instead, you respond simply, “yeah.”

“why?” he asks, his voice closer now. you glance up to find him standing right behind you, staring down.

you shrug, keeping your eyes glued to your phone. “just because.”

and then, without warning, he snatches the phone from your hands, holding it high above his head. you gasp, jumping up immediately.

“oh, you son of a—”

“careful,” he interrupts with a smug grin, “we share the same mother.”

you glare, crossing your arms. “give me my phone back.”

“answer me properly,” he counters. “do you like taehyung?”

your face scrunches in immediate disgust. “no! he just wanted to meet up and talk. you know, because he helped me with my projects back in middle school, and we were kinda like friends.” you emphasize the words as you uncross your arms, as if reminding him.

jimin sighs and finally lowers your phone, which you snatch back with lightning speed.

“okay,” he relents, “just don’t get too close to him.”

“why?” you deadpan, raising a brow. “because he’s a model too, and you’ve got some secret rivalry with him?”

“because he hurt my best friend,” jimin snaps, his tone sharp, “and i don’t want to think about it.”

you shut your mouth, his words leaving no room for argument. the silence between you grows thick for a moment.

then, finally, you speak up. “whatever. i’m going to watch a movie. don’t disturb me.”

“i won’t, cuz i’m going out,” jimin says, grabbing his car keys from the table.

“with?” you ask, eyeing him suspiciously.

“your mo— wait, shit, we have the same mom,” he mutters, catching himself, and you scrunch your nose in disgust but can’t help the small smile that slips out.

“your crazy model friends?” you fold your arms again,tilting your head.

“yes, my crazy, stupid, but rich model friends,” he grins smugly, “just like me.”

you roll your eyes and turn around, flopping back onto the couch dramatically.

“oh, and jungkook’s coming over,” he says as he heads for the door.

your ears perk up immediately, and you shoot up, blurting, “why?”

“it’s the weekend. he’s gonna sleep over,” jimin replies casually, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. and to be fair, it kind of is— jungkook crashing at your place is pretty routine. but the thing is, he’s always here for jimin, not you. all you and jungkook do is bicker whenever he’s around.

“but you’re going out,” you frown, watching him open the door.

“bro, this is my house, i’m coming back of course. don’t worry,” he says, rolling his eyes like you’re being ridiculous.

“but i don’t—”

“shush,” he cuts you off, stepping outside. “i am gonna be late because of you. take care of the house and don’t fight with jungkook.”

before you can argue back, he’s out the door, slamming it shut behind him.

you stare at the door for a moment, then slump back onto the couch, muttering to yourself.

“yeah, like that’s fucking possible.”

it doesn’t take long for jungkook to show up. the front door swings open casually, and he walks in like he owns the place, not even sparing you a glance. he heads straight for the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water, chugging it down like he just ran a marathon.

must’ve worked out.

you hear his footsteps as he walks into the living room, where you’re sprawled out on the couch, pretending to ignore him. well, pretending to mind your own business, at least.

your eyes flick to him briefly, and yep, there he is— in those stupidly attractive gray sweatpants and a black compression shirt that clings a little too well to his body. if you look at him for too long, you’re pretty sure you’ll do something you’ll regret.

nope. not worth it. you’re supposed to be mad at him.

what is annoying, though, is how quiet he has been ever since that conversation with him a few days ago. jungkook isn’t supposed to be quiet around you. if anyone gets to ignore anyone here, it’s you.

selfish? maybe. but it’s just you and him.

it is what it is.

“get up,” he says, standing right beside the couch where your legs are sprawled out. “i need to sit.”

you glance at him briefly and then smile. “there’s plenty of space,” you say, your voice sickly sweet. “outside. in the garbage bin.” your smile drops as you finish the sentence, and his frown deepens, his brows pulling together in a way that— unfortunately, makes him look even better.

even hotter.

“i wanna watch the movie too,” he says, ignoring your jab.

“too fucking bad,” you retort, keeping your eyes on the tv.

the notebook plays on the screen, and for a second, you think of how much you and jimin love this movie and how you all used to watch this movie when you were younger (but old enough to watch it). jungkook always sat through it with the two of you, even though you know it’s not his thing.

“i just came back from the gym,” he starts, his voice edged with frustration. “i could use some rest.”

“go to the other room, then. use the bed to res— hey!”

you’re cut off mid-sentence as he grabs your legs, effortlessly lifting them up. before you can protest, he flips them off the couch, forcing you to sit up as he plops himself down beside you.

he leans back, completely unfazed, and looks at the screen. “thanks,” he says smugly.

“fuck face,” you mutter under your breath, glaring at him.

your hands itch to smack the smirk off his face, but you just huff and turn back to the movie, crossing your arms in annoyance.

you grab your phone, your fingers moving quickly as you text yumi because you genuinely have no idea what to do or say right now.

you: how can this mfker sit here and act like nothing happened!?

yumi <3: he's at yours!?!?

you: yeah, sleepover

yumi <3: where's ur bro

you: out

yumi <3: so u're alone tg 😈

you: help me bae. he's acting like i didn't literally say that i fucking want him?? what do i do

yumi <3: what u always do babe ,, provoke him.

you glance over at jungkook, still seated on the couch, his eyes glued to the screen. his jaw is clenched slightly, and your gaze trails down his arm, taking in his tattoos, the way his biceps flex subtly as he rests his hand on his thigh. and that’s when an idea hits you.

without a word, you get up and walk to your room. you don’t notice it, but his eyes flick to you as you leave. his gaze lingers for a second, curious, but he quickly forces himself to look back at the screen.

in your room, you swap your pants for a pair of shorts— really short shorts. short enough to reveal your thigh tattoo.

you glance at yourself in the mirror and adjust them slightly, smirking to yourself.

with newfound confidence, you stride back into the living room. jungkook is still on the couch, his attention glued to the movie. he doesn’t even glance your way when you enter— typical.

you catch sight of the clutter on the glass table in front of him: bowls and empty cups.

perfect.

you move around the couch approach the table from the other side so he can see the tattoo and start tidying up, picking up the bowls one by one, moving slowly, purposefully. you stretch your leg just slightly as you reach for the furthest one, your thigh tattoo now fully visible.

jungkook notices. and oh, you can tell by the quick flick of his eyes, the way his jaw tightens for just a second. but he doesn’t say a word, keeping his gaze locked on the screen like it’s the most fascinating thing in the world.

you hold back a frustrated sigh, heading to the kitchen to put the bowls away. when you return, he’s still pretending not to notice you, still sitting there as if nothing’s changed.

so fucking stubborn. for what, though?

you stop and take a deep breath, deciding to try again. this time, you walk directly in front of the tv, deliberately blocking his view as you pretend to move things around the room.

he frowns almost immediately. “move out of the fucking way,” he says, voice sharp and annoyed.

“can’t,” you say, keeping your tone light and casual. “i’m busy doing something.”

you cross the room again, back and forth, shifting random items like it’s the most important task right now.

“do it later,” he snaps, the irritation growing in his voice. “i’m watching this,, aren’t i?”

you scoff, turning on your heel to face him. “so fucking what? you’ve seen this movie like, a hundred times!”

he stares up at you, still frowning. “what the fuck do you want?” his tone is calm, too calm, but there’s an edge to it that makes your stomach flip.

you cross your arms, glaring at him. “you know what i want.”

he raises an eyebrow, his jaw clenching as he leans back into the couch. “do i?”

“yes,” you snap as you glare down at him. “don't act stupid, jungkook. you know exactly what the fuck i want.”

he exhales sharply through his nose, running a hand through his dark hair. “i don't know what the fuck you're talking about so just fucking say it.”

you scoff, your brows furrowing deeper. “i did say it. you’re the one pretending like it didn’t happen, like i didn’t tell you—”

“because you don’t mean it,” he cuts you off, his voice low but steady.

you take a step back, stunned for a moment. “what?”

he leans forward now, resting his palms on his knees, his gaze boring into yours. “you’re just doing this to fuck with me, to get a reaction. and congrats, you fucking got one. are you happy now?”

your throat tightens, but you refuse to let him see how much his words sting. “you think i didn’t mean it?”

he doesn’t answer immediately, just stares at you, like he’s trying to read your mind.

“if i didn’t mean it,” you say, your voice softer now, “then why would i keep doing this? why the fuck would i care?”

“because you like attention, don't you?” he shoots back, his words sharper than you expected. “taehyung, me, whoever gives it to you.”

your jaw drops, anger and disbelief flooding you. “you’re such a fuckin—”

“don’t,” he cuts you off again, standing up now, towering over you. “don’t act like i’m the bad guy here. you’re the one who started this.”

you stare up at him, your chest rising and falling as frustration bubbles over. but you recover quickly, masking the storm inside you with a smirk. tilting your head slightly, you ask, “started what exactly?” your tone is light, almost mocking, daring him to say it out loud.

jungkook’s jaw tightens, his gaze locked on yours. he doesn’t back down, but he doesn’t answer immediately either, like he’s weighing his next move. you can see it— the slight flare of his nostrils, the clench of his fists at his sides.

“don’t play with me, ___.” he finally says, his voice low and rough.

your smirk widens, pushing him further. “am i really? becuz all i see is you getting worked up over nothing.”

“nothing?” he scoffs, stepping closer, closing the already minimal distance between you. “you’ve been pushing me, fucking testing me? what the fuck is that about?”

you hold your ground, refusing to back away. “and? what are you gonna do about it, jungkook? keep avoiding it like you always do?”

he lets out a bitter laugh, running a hand through his hair. “avoiding it? you’re fucking crazy. you think this is easy for me?”

“what’s not easy?” you press more, losing patience, your voice softening slightly. “tell me, jeon jungkook. what’s so hard for you?”

his eyes darken, his emotions clear on his face. “stop, ___.” he pauses. “stop pushing me before i—” he cuts himself off, shaking his head like he’s trying to regain control.

you feel your breath catch at his words, your heart pounding, but you don’t let it show. instead, you tilt your chin up, whispering, “no.. you need to stop fighting it, jungkook.” you lean in closer, your eyes never leaving his. “it's just you and me right now.”

for a moment, neither of you moves. the tension between you is palpable, electric, like something is about to snap. and this time, you’re not sure if you want to continue pushing him.

“shut the fuck up,” jungkook leans down, his breathe getting heavier

you smirk a little, whispering back, “fucking make me.”

and then suddenly he’s holding your jaw in his big, tattooed palm, his lips sear against yours kissing you with passion that you’ve always wanted to feel.

jungkook's hand tightens around your jaw as he deepens the kiss, his tongue sweeping into your mouth with a desperate hunger. you moan into his mouth as he pulls you against his body, his other hand wrapping around your waist.

breaking away for a ragged gasp, jungkook lifts you effortlessly into his arms, kissing you again. you wrap your arms around his neck, your fingers tangling in his hair. he puts you down gently on the couch where he'd been sitting moments before. though there's nothing gentle about the way his hands roam over your curves, hiking your shirt up a little.

jungkook pulls back just enough to glare down at you, his breaths ragged, his jaw clenched. his dark eyes bore into yours.

"i hate you," he grits out. his hand grips your thigh, sliding up to press firmly against your skin, sending shivers through your body.

your lips curl into a smirk, your breath hitching as his grip tightens. “do you?” you whisper, your voice teasing, daring him to keep going.

his fingers dig into your thigh, his gaze flickering to your lips before meeting your eyes again. “yeah, cuz you're so fucking annoying. i hate you so fucking much,” he mutters, leaning down to press his lips against your neck, kissing and biting on your sensitive skin.

a soft moan escapes you, your hands gripping the fabric of his shirt as you arch into him. “yeah?” you breathe out, your smirk deepening. “i like knowing i get to you.”

his eyes snap to yours, his jaw tightening as he pulls your shorts down in one swift motion, revealing him your bare pussy. “so fucking bratty,” he mutters.

your breath hitches, your chest rising and falling as his fingers trace over the tattoo etched into your thigh, the one he gave you, the one that still turns him on whenever he thinks about how you teased him during the session.

you and your fucking mouth. he thinks.

his lips hover over your skin, his gaze fixed on the inked design before he lowers his head. his soft lips press against your hip, right where the tattoo starts.

his voice is quieter now, softer as he looks up at you. “does it still hurt?”

“so much,” you whisper, your voice shaky, but it’s clear your meaning has nothing to do with pain.

a smirk tugs at his lips, his eyes dark with intent as he begins kissing along the tattoo, lower and lower. each press of his lips sends a shiver through your body.

his hands grip your thighs firmly, holding you in place as his mouth continues its path, exploring every inch of your skin, lingering on the spots that make you squirm, but not touching the place you desparately need him to.

“you’re so quiet now, ___,” he murmurs against your thigh, his lips brushing over your skin. “what happened to that smart mouth of yours?”

you bite your lip, trying to hold back a sound. “fuck off,” you breathe out, your words make his smirk grow wider.

his hands grip your thighs, holding you open as his head moves fully between them. his eyes lock onto your bare pussy, and he curses under his breath.

he leans in, his tongue sliding in a long, slow stride over your folds, making your eyes flutter shut. a soft, needy moan escapes your lips, your body already trembling like you’ve been waiting for this moment forever.

because, well, you have.

his tongue moves through your folds with such a delicious rhythm, licking every inch of you. your breathing grows heavier with each stroke, his mouth exploring you like he’s memorizing every reaction.

when his tongue finds your clit, he flicks it expertly, a few quick strokes before sucking on it. the sensation sends a jolt of pleasure through you, your mind spiraling into a haze.

“fuck,” you whisper, barely able to form words as his mouth works wonders on you.

he doesn’t stop. his tongue continues to explore you, his lips wrapping around your clit again while his hand comes up to join the mix. two fingers slide over your slick folds before finding your clit, rubbing it in perfect rhythm with his tongue. when his mouth moves lower, licking at your entrance, your thighs quiver, and a sharp moan slips past your lips.

“this what you wanted?” he rasps, his voice rough as he glances up at you, his fingers still circling your clit. your back arches instinctively, your body responding to his touch, and you squirm under him, unable to keep still.

when you don’t answer fast enough, his hand lifts slightly before coming down with a sharp slap to your pussy. the sting makes you whimper, your eyes shooting open as he smirks.

“what’s wrong?” he taunts, his fingers rubbing over your folds soothingly. “for someone who bitches about everything, you're so fucking quiet now.”

he presses two fingers against your entrance, teasing you, his movements deliberate as your body tenses.

“wanna cum on my fingers?” he asks, his tone low, his thumb still rubbing lazy circles on your clit.

“y-yes,” you stammer, your voice shaky but desperate. “fuck yes, wanna cum on your fingers,” you moan, your body arching when you feel his fingers slide in.

“shit, look at you,” he groans, his voice rough as his fingers curl inside you, hitting the perfect spot. “dripping so good for me,”

your moan spills out involuntarily, his name falling from your lips like a prayer. your hand reaches out instinctively, gripping his that’s still holding your thigh, your touch shaky but needy.

his fingers pump in and out of you, his thumb pressing against your clit in perfect rhythm. the wet sounds of your pussy, with your breathless moans, echo in the room mixed with the movie still playing in the background; filling his head with even more desire. his eyes flicker down to the visible bulge in his sweatpants, hard and straining against the fabric as he takes in the sight of you.

“fuck,” he mutters under his breath, almost to himself, his movements never faltering. watching you like this; squirming, moaning, completely falling apart— does something to him he can’t ignore. he never thought it would actually come to this.

but he can’t deny it. he’s thought about it. more times than he’d ever admit. even when he tried to push those thoughts away, when he tried to convince himself it was wrong to see you like this, he could never stop. every time you provoked him, every time you pushed his buttons, it only made him think about it more.

and now? now he’s fucking gone. he loves this. he loves having you squirm beneath him.

“f-fuck, j-jungkook, so good!” you cry out, your voice trembling as your back arches off the couch. your brows pinch together, your lips parted, your entire body trembling under his touch. your eyes flutter shut, so close to rolling back, completely lost in the overwhelming sensation he’s giving you.

“yeah?” he breathes, his tone low and wrecked. “you look so fucking pretty like this, so fucking beautiful..” his pace quickens, his fingers pumping deeper, harder, pushing you closer and closer.

“that’s it, just like that,” he coaxes, as his fingers continue working inside you. his thumb presses firmly against your clit, circling it with just the right amount of pressure, driving you even closer to your release.

your breathing turns ragged, your body trembling beneath his touch as the heat coils tighter in your core. “j-jungkook, i’m gonna—”

“do it,” he murmurs, his gaze locked on your face, watching every expression, every twitch. “fucking cum for me,”

your body tenses, back arching. your walls clench around his fingers as your orgasm washes over you, waves of pleasure crashing through every nerve. you grip his wrist tightly, probably marking him, your thighs trembling as you ride out the high.

he slows his movements, letting you catch your breath, but he doesn’t pull away. instead, he watches you, his eyes dark and full of something you can’t quite place. he gently slips his fingers out, glistening with your release, and you watch, dazed, with your half-open eyes, as he brings them to his lips.

“fuck,” he mutters, licking his fingers clean, his tongue swirling around them as if savoring every taste of you. his gaze meets yours, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “you taste fucking divine.”

“jungkook,” you whisper, your voice shaky but soft, not entirely sure what to say.

but.. before you can say anything, your phone starts ringing. both of your heads snap to the table where it’s vibrating.

the contact name reads “hater,” which you both know means jimin.

your eyes flick to jungkook. his expression shifts, and his hands, which were so close to touching you again, retreat. he steps back, leaving you frowning and still catching your breath.

“shit…” he mutters, standing up quickly, like he's guilty. you push yourself up too, sitting on the couch, not caring about the mess or the fact that you're still half-naked.

“are you fucking serious right now?” you snap, your voice dripping with frustration.

he sighs deeply, rubbing a hand over his face. “just fucking pick it up.”

you scoff but grab your phone anyway, answering it and immediately putting it on speaker.

“what the fuck do you want?” you hiss.

“woah, who hurt you dumbass?” jimin’s voice is light, teasing.

you roll your eyes as jungkook silently fixes his clothes, avoiding your gaze.

“what is it?” you ask, your tone sharper than you intended.

“tell jungkook i’ll be late,” jimin says casually. “i texted him, but he wasn’t answering.”

jungkook looks around, realizing he left his phone on the kitchen counter earlier.

“is that all, brother?” you say, your voice dripping with fake sweetness, emphasizing the last word

“yeah, sister,” jimin replies mockingly, playing along. “go to sleep, it’s late, and don’t worry about jungkook.”

“care about your stupid model friends instead,” you mutter and hang up before he can say more.

jungkook exhales heavily, picking up your shorts from the floor. he places them gently on your lap, covering you, though he avoids looking at you entirely.

“what now? you’re just going to do nothing?” you demand, your voice rising with frustration.

“shut up, ___,” he says, his tone low. “we went too far. we need to stop. it’s better that we—”

“don’t tell me to shut it!” you snap, your voice breaking slightly. “you liked it just as much as i did! and—” you point at his pants, your eyes narrowing. “you’re still fucking hard, so don’t act like it didn’t mean anything.”

he groans, pressing his palm to his face. “just fucking get dressed. go to sleep.” he sighs. “we’re done here. don’t ever bring this up again.”

his words feel like a slap to the face.

“you’re just gonna walk away?” you askbut he doesn’t respond.

jungkook grabs his phone from the kitchen, heading for the front door.

“where are you even going?” you demand, anger and hurt swirling in your chest.

“out. need to cool off,” he says without looking back and walks out, the door shutting behind him.

you sit there, staring at the door.

this hurts. so. fucking. much.

what the fuck is his problem?

you want to scream, to fight, to get some kind of answer out of him, but he’s gone.

this was not okay. you can't forgive him. too fucking far.

you fucking hate jungkook.

note: wait ngl lmao i think i had a little too much fun w this ,, even though i was crying & trying to make the smut part even better 🥴

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[wendichester]

Sam x deaf reader please please pleeease pretty please !!

⊹₊⋆｡˚ sign it,

summary. sam wants to communicate better with you.

pairing. sam winchester x deaf!reader genre. fluff

wordcount. 617

notes / warnings. frustration with communication, mutual pining, sam learning sign language.

It starts the way it always does—with you sitting across from Sam at the library table in the bunker, pretending to read and failing miserably. His hair’s too fluffy. The light from his laptop screen is hitting his face in the most annoying golden-boy way. And he keeps glancing up at you like you’re some kind of answer he can’t puzzle out.

You bite the inside of your cheek and look down again, flipping a page you didn’t actually read. Not that you have to. Research isn’t the point tonight. Not really. Sam offered to help, you said yes, and now here you are. Sitting together in your little bubble of soft lamp light and shared glances.

He taps his knuckles on the table to get your attention.

You glance up and he’s already smiling—that soft, boyish one that crinkles the corners of his eyes.

He signs, You okay?

You nod. It’s not a lie. You’re okay in the bunker. With him.

He signs again, slower this time, like he’s practicing: You want a break? Coffee?

You grin and give him a thumbs up, then motion toward your cup. Refill?

Sam rises to his feet immediately. He always does that—like your needs are more urgent than anyone else’s. Like he was waiting for an excuse to be good to you.

While he makes the coffee, you watch the way his shoulders shift, the way he mouths something to himself when he thinks no one’s looking. You wonder what it would be like to kiss that mouth. If his hands would be gentle on your face. If he’d sign beautiful to you with his eyes as much as his fingers.

You’re still wondering when he sets your cup back in front of you, careful not to startle you with soundless movement.

You mouth a thank you, and he signs back, Anytime.

Something heavy hangs between you after that. Not awkward, but thick. Like a thread tightening.

You stare at him too long. He stares right back.

And then—slow, careful, soft—Sam signs: I think about you a lot.

Your breath catches. You blink, like maybe you misread it. But his hands are still in the shape of it, lingering in the air like something holy.

I think about you a lot.

He adds, When I’m not with you.

You sit frozen, your heart kicking against your ribs. Your hands shake a little as you sign, Why?

Sam breathes in deep. It’s almost like he’s nervous. You don’t think you’ve ever seen that on him before. Not like this. Not this soft.

He signs: Because I care about you. And I wish I didn’t have to work so hard to say that right.

You lean forward, your chest aching in the good kind of way. You’re saying it right.

He smiles—slow, radiant.

Then, like it’s nothing, like it’s everything, he lifts his hand and signs the word that sends your whole body still:

Love.

Just that.

One word.

One breathless, beautiful thing.

You don’t cry. Not really. But something in your chest melts so completely, it’s like you’re being rewritten.

You reach for his hand and guide it to your chest.

Then you sign it back.

Love.

His eyes close for half a second, like the moment hits him too hard to bear.

When he opens them, his voice is quiet, husky. “Say it again.”

You smile, and you do. With your hands. With your whole heart.

And he says it back, every time. Until the coffee goes cold. Until your hands fall still. Until you’re both sitting there in the hush of the bunker, knowing nothing will ever be the same.

And for once, that’s not scary.

It’s perfect.

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[p0orbaby]

In the Wake of a Hurricane

summary: your hormones are driving you both increasingly insane

warnings: pregnancy stuff, suggestive ish, leah being a saint

a/n: request

word count: 1.6k

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Leah has started to develop this twitch in her right eye. It comes and goes, like her patience. It’s not a permanent fixture, yet, but you suspect if she survives the next few weeks without needing a psychiatric evaluation, it’ll be nothing short of a miracle.

You're sitting on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket that could double as a small tent. Leah’s across the room, keeping her distance. She’s reading, or pretending to read, one of those pregnancy books that’s the size of a dictionary but probably less useful. It’s full of terms like Braxton Hicks and perineal massage, which you’re pretty sure are just euphemisms for you’re going to suffer, and there’s no escape.

You’ve been staring at her for the last ten minutes, silently stewing. She hasn’t noticed yet, which only makes you more annoyed.

“Leah,” you finally snap, like it’s her fault you’ve suddenly decided she’s the most irritating person on the planet.

She looks up, all innocent blue eyes and confused frown. “Yeah?”

“Why are you all the way over there?” you demand, even though five minutes ago, you’d told her to stop hovering because she was “being clingy.”

She hesitates, like she’s weighing her options. You can practically see the gears turning in her head, trying to figure out which answer will result in the least amount of yelling.

“You said you needed space,” she says carefully, like she’s explaining to a particularly volatile bomb why it shouldn’t go off.

“That was ages ago,” you huff, even though it was more like twenty minutes. “Now I want to be held”

She blinks, clearly surprised by the sudden shift. But she’s up and moving toward you before you can throw a fit about how slow she’s being. When she finally sits down next to you, you immediately nestle into her side, nuzzling your head into the crook of her neck. You sigh dramatically, like you’ve just found the meaning of life in her collarbone.

Leah relaxes, thinking she’s successfully navigated another hormonal minefield. Poor thing. She’s so blissfully unaware of what’s coming next.

Her arm wraps around you, and you’re content for all of thirty seconds before something in you flips, like a switch being flicked by a very cruel god. Suddenly, the feel of her skin against yours is unbearable. It’s like you’re being hugged by a furnace. You’re about three seconds away from ripping off all your clothes and throwing them out the window, which is probably not the most rational response, but hey, pregnancy.

“Ugh, get off,” you groan, pushing her away like she’s made of cactus.

Leah pulls back immediately, her eyes wide with confusion. “What’s wrong?”

“Too hot,” you mutter, flapping your hand at her like a cat that’s just had a bath. “Go away”

She hesitates, her hands hovering in the air like she doesn’t know what to do with them. You’d feel bad if you weren’t so irritated by the fact that she exists in the same room as you.

Leah stands up, clearly unsure of what the hell just happened. You’re in a huff, staring daggers at the TV because it’s easier than admitting that you’re not actually mad at her—you’re mad at your body, which seems to have its own agenda these days.

“I’ll, uh, go check on the washing,” Leah mutters, retreating to the relative safety of the utility room. You watch her go with a blend of annoyance and something that feels suspiciously like guilt.

When she’s gone, you sit there for a moment, glaring at the blanket like it’s personally offended you. Then, like a switch flipping back the other way, you realise you miss her.

A lot.

You want her back. Right now.

“Leah!” you call, your voice bouncing off the walls.

She pokes her head back into the room, looking like a cautious meerkat. “Yeah?”

“Come back,” you say, trying to sound casual, like you didn’t just shove her away like she was a sweaty footballer who’d lost a match.

She walks back in, taking tentative steps like she’s entering the lion’s den. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure,” you snap, though you’re really not. “Why wouldn’t I be sure?”

Leah looks at you, then at the sofa, probably trying to figure out the safest place to sit. You feel a pang of guilt because, honestly, you’re being a bit of a nightmare. But it’s not your fault. It’s the hormones. Or maybe it’s the baby. Yeah, let’s blame the baby.

She sits down next to you, but this time she doesn’t immediately try to touch you. Smart move.

You stare at her, trying to decide what you want. It’s a simple question, but lately, it feels like every answer is wrapped in layers of confusing emotions and unpredictable desires. Do you want to be touched, or do you want to punch something? Or maybe both?

“Can you, um... maybe... rub my back?” you ask, trying to sound as innocent as possible, which isn’t easy considering you’ve just done a complete 180 in the span of three minutes.

Leah stares at you for a second, clearly wondering if this is a trap. But then she nods and starts rubbing your back, gently, like she’s afraid of setting you off again. You sigh, melting into the touch, the irritation quickly replaced by something much warmer.

“That’s nice,” you murmur, your mood lifting almost instantly. Leah’s hands are magic, soothing the tension in your muscles. You close your eyes, practically purring under her touch. It’s heaven.

But, of course, your body has other plans. As soon as you start to relax, your brain—helped by the wonderful cocktail of pregnancy hormones—decides to take a sharp left turn into horny territory. Because why not?

Suddenly, Leah’s hands on your back feel less like a comforting gesture and more like a teaser for the latest blockbuster. Your skin tingles, your mind goes from zero to sixty, and now you’re wondering why she’s still rubbing your back when there are other, much more interesting places she could be touching.

You shift, turning to face her, eyes heavy-lidded and lips curving into a mischievous smile. Leah’s still rubbing your back, completely oblivious to the fact that you’ve mentally jumped from cuddly to carnal.

“Hey,” you say, your voice dropping into a lower register. Leah freezes, her hand stilling as she catches the change in your tone.

“What’s up?” she asks, clearly unsure whether she should be worried or excited.

“You’re really good at that,” you purr, leaning closer, letting your hand trail up her thigh. Leah swallows hard, her eyes flickering with confusion and interest.

“I, uh, thanks?” she says, her voice cracking just a little.

You smirk, enjoying the way she’s trying to keep up with the sudden shift in your mood. “You know what else would feel really good?”

Leah stares at you like a deer caught in the headlights of your hormones. “What?”

“Kissing me,” you say simply, giving her your best come-hither look. It’s not your finest work, but considering the circumstances, you think it’s pretty damn effective.

Leah blinks, clearly trying to process the fact that you’ve gone from not wanting to be touched to wanting to be thoroughly touched in about sixty seconds flat. But bless her, she’s a fast learner.

She leans in, pressing her lips to yours, and for a moment, everything is perfect. You’re lost in the kiss, your frustration melting away as your hormones do their job, flooding your system with endorphins.

But then, because the universe has a wicked sense of humor, something feels... wrong. The heat that was so welcome a second ago suddenly feels overwhelming. The tingling sensation turns irritating, and now you’re acutely aware of the fact that your skin is too tight, your clothes are too constricting, and you’re not sure if you want to keep kissing Leah or throw her out of the window.

You pull back, your mood crashing faster than a toddler on a sugar high. Leah looks at you, concern etched into her features, her lips still tingling from the kiss.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, like she’s bracing for impact.

You huff, frustrated with yourself more than anything. “I don’t know. I just—” You throw your hands up, exasperated. “Everything feels weird!”

Leah looks at you, trying to figure out the best course of action. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No!” you snap, then immediately soften. “Maybe? I don’t know”

She stares at you for a moment, then does something that surprises you: she laughs. Not a mocking laugh, but a warm, affectionate chuckle that’s so disarming it actually makes you smile, despite everything.

“What’s so funny?” you grumble, even though you’re starting to feel the corners of your mouth twitch upward.

“You,” she says, shaking her head, her smile only growing. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

You want to argue, but instead, you just sigh. “I know. I’m a mess”

“Yeah, but you’re my mess,” Leah says, pulling you back into a hug. This time, it feels just right, like maybe, just maybe, the storm of hormones has passed for now.

You lean into her, letting the comfort of her embrace wash over you. “Thanks for putting up with me”

“Always,” she replies, kissing the top of your head. “Even if you do change your mind every five minutes”

“Every three,” you correct, snuggling deeper into her side.

Leah laughs again, the sound vibrating through you and chasing away the last remnants of your irritation. You know you’ll probably be back to snapping at her in another hour, but for now, you’re content.

[rosewine-5]

Baby Come Over

Wolverine/Logan Howlett x black fem reader

gif made by blursbian

Summary: Wade is hellbent of getting you to meet his new roommate, but what is his motive? (Note: I am not the best writer, but I had motivation, and the title is definitely not taken from Virgo’s Groove)

Warning: drunken asshole, Wade Wilson, cursing, unprotected piv smut (wrap it before you tap it) fingering, riding, soft!dom Logan MDNI 18+

Word Count: 4.2

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Wade encouraged you to meet the new man in his life, not knowing if it was a new friend, a boyfriend, or someone he wanted to pursue romantically. Knowing him, it was probably both, but you agreed anyway. "Come on, sugar. I'm a vigilante, you're a fine-as-wine vigilante, and he's an old but good-looking mutant who needs some TLC— he'll love you immediately," Wade insisted, bringing it up again as you two talked over a late dinner while sitting on his couch.

Wade, I have to work all next week," you said, trying to get out of it. "Yeah, bartending is so hard. When was the last time you got laid? The pink vibrator doesn't count," he added for extra measure, almost making you slap him. "None of your business. Besides, I don't ask about your business even though we, unfortunately, share a wall. And why did you go through my drawer?!”

“My point being said, he needs friends, you need a new one, and if you won’t be with him I will! And besides, I'm Marvel Jesus, there's nothing I can’t do!” Wade insisted, emphasizing his statement with his hands and ignoring your question.

You knew better than to argue with him because he could go on for hours, so you agreed. You had pulled your braids into a ponytail and walked next door, where you saw the small get-together Wade had arranged. “Sweetie! You made it!” he cheered, answering the door, and dragging you in. He put you in front of him as he walked you to the back of the apartment, where Logan wasn’t facing you.

“He’s a bit grumpy today, but I’ll talk to him. Hey, three-pronged wolf!” Wade said, trying to get his attention.

He got it all right.

Before you could even introduce yourself you felt something pierce your arm, three things. You were met with the face of a man who looked like he was ready to knock someone out, it was Logan. His face quickly changed when he realized he hadn’t stabbed Wade, and immediately tried to cover the wound he made. “Ah, shit!” He cursed, looking you in the eyes.

“Now this is not how we greet potential lovers, gramps! Shame on you.” Wade scolded playfully, looking between you and Logan. “Well that’s a good icebreaker, or skin breaker I should say.” He said, looking at your already healing skin.

“Well, Logan, this is my best friend, she heals like us, curses like me. Sugar, this is Logan, the old good-looking man you should kiss for helping save the timeline. Do not fuck on my bed, and I don’t babysit.” He said, patting your cheek before walking away. You watched him leave and then leaned on the wall.

“Hell of an introduction, neighbor,” You said, trying to start a conversation. He didn’t respond but kept looking over your features as you did the same. Wade hit one thing on the mark: He was fine as hell. “How long have you known him?” Logan asked. “Ehhh, a couple of months, he’s good people, but he can be annoying as fuck some.” You said, that you two agreed.

It turns out that you both had something in common, besides the healing factor. Both of you were no strangers to drinks, and pain was a familiar feeling for both of you.

And that was how the foundation of the friendship was built. You didn’t talk much, mostly just passing each other in the hallway, a short greeting when you left for work and coming back home. That was until he found the bar you worked in. It was 5 minutes before closing, and you heard the man sit down. “What’ll it be buddy?” You asked, still wiping down the table with your back towards him.

“Whatever’s left.” Logan’s voice said, cutting through the faint sound of Sade’s voice coming through the jukebox. Your head snapped around at the familiar tone of the voice. “Wade mentioned you worked in a bar, been wondering which one it was,” Logan said, sitting down at the bar. “You didn’t think to look at the closest bar which is only a 15-minute walk from here?” You asked, leaning on the bar, a laugh leaving your lips.

He reached over, grabbed a bottle of beer, and shrugged, “Good point.” He said while taking a drink, a long one. “Let me guess. Roommate annoyance?” You asked, seeing him set down the bottle, and bringing him another one. “Yep. He made me leave the place today.” Logan explained. “Any reason for him kicking you out?” You joked, meeting his ever-so-serious eyes.

“He said either I try and make friends, or he walks around naked until I leave.” He said, almost making you cringe, “No one wants to see that.” Logan let out a short hum, before downing the beer before putting it down. As

You reached for the bottle your hand brushed his, and your eyes met in an awkward look. “Sorry-.” “My bad.” You both said at the same time. Logan then held your hand, moving it completely taking it off the bottle, and set it down behind the bar for you with his other hand.

“There. Less confusion.” He said, sitting back down. You nodded and looked at your still joined hands, noticing how his completely covered yours. You allowed yourself one more look before slowly sliding it out of his hands. As you finished cleaning up and locking up the bar, Logan stayed. As you walked back to the apartments, he walked beside you, in total silence, and both of you did.

That’s how it continued for almost a whopping 2 months. He’d show up for the last call, talk until closing, and walk you home in silence.

Until one night Logan walked in 1 hour earlier than his normal time. “You’re here early.” You pointed out, looking at the clock above the door. “Well, Wade mentioned something about you hating thunderstorms, thought you might want a familiar face around.” You never froze so fast in your life. “Oh? He told you that?” You asked, passing him a beer, Logan nodding in response.

“What if I told you he lied?” You asked, seeing him stop mid-drink to look at you, eyes with confusion. “I’m gonna strangle him,” Logan said. “He’d probably like it,” then you thought for a moment, “No, he’d love that.” He dropped the beer just in time for you to see a chuckle leave his lips with the taste of a smile, and your heart jumped. You already found him attractive, but that smile could’ve made an entire country swoon and sigh.

You looked away just in time for him to not catch you staring. “So, what do you do other than work?” Logan asked. “Vigilantism.” You replied, holding up another beer, switching up his empty bottle for a new cold one. “What did you do in your universe?” You asked. “Was a part of a team, had a suit and everything,” Logan explained. “Did they have abilities like you?” You asked, cleaning up some glasses while he talked. “Better. Way better than these claws in my skin.” He said, looking down at the counter harder than he should've.

You heard a little bit of how he was “the worst Wolverine” from Wade, and given how he was acting right now, he might have told the truth. “You remind me of one of them too. You don't look like her, but your mannerism reminds me of her.” Logan added. You took a chance and put a hand over his, “I won't pry, but if you ever want to talk, let me know.” He looked up at you with a greatful gaze, nodding his head and letting his hand hold yours.

You then looked at the clock and took your hand away from his “Closing time. Imma lock up real quick.” You said, wiping down the tables. As you were about to lock up, one man stumbled in. “We’re closed man. Go home.” You yelled. “One beer, sweetheart, it’s all I ask.” The random drunk asked, now grabbing onto your sleeve. “Were closed. Let go.” You said in a harsher tone. Trying to get your sleeve free.

“Come on sugar, just one drink.” He asked, eyes looking you up and down. “Dude. Let go!” You yelled, now trying to get his hand off you, but he had a strong grip on your wrist. Before he could respond Logan grabbed his arm, freeing you and walking him out. “Hey man what are you-.” Before he could finish Logan put his claws under the man’s neck. “The lady asked you 3 times to leave. I’m giving you 3 seconds to bounce before these find a home in your neck.”

The man stumbled back before slipping out the door. “You alright?” He asked, looking at your torn sleeve. “I’m alright.” You sighed, putting your jacket on. He walked next to you that night, almost arm and arm with you while you both made small talk. “I could’ve handled that asshole you know?” You asked him, bringing up the drunken man again. “I know, just wanted to do it.” He said, lighting a cigar, smirking, making you chuckle. “There she is.” He said, looking down at you. “What there? You asked, now across the street from the apartment. “That smile.” He said, still smoking the cigar.

As you opened the door to the building, you missed the faint blush on his cheeks. But you didn’t miss that look in his eyes and the way he looked over your body. But as he tried to open the door to his shared apartment, it was locked. “Are you fucking serious?” Logan said, now banging on the door. “Wade! Open the door!” he yelled.

Wade locked me out, and he’s not waking up.” He said, looking over at you. “I’ll try and call him.” You said, pulling out your phone and trying to call him, only for it to go straight to voicemail. “This son of a bitch.” you sighed, and put your phone away. You could tell what Logan was about to ask, so you beat him to it.

“I got a couch,” you said, unlocking your door. “I don't want to-.” “Logan, come over,” you interrupted, moving. so he could get in. You could tell he wanted to protest, but he knew he didn’t have a choice or another place to sleep. He gave the space a once-over and nodded. “Nice place,” Logan said.“I'm gonna take a quick shower, and I’ll be right out,” You said, he nodded in acknowledgment.

You turned on your heel, went down the hallway, and hopped in the bathroom. After 15 minutes you put on an oversized shirt and sleep short and walked to your close. You grabbed an extra pillow and top sheet for him.

“Here I got-.” Before you could finish you saw Logan with his shirt off looking you up and down. It was then you remembered you had gotten out of the shower, only wearing an oversized shirt and your shorts, that barely covered your thighs.

You saw his eyes staring at your legs, and then back up at you. His eyes were hungry with desire, and it was safe to say yours were too. His and was clenching and unclenching by his side. “Honey,” he breathed, “go to bed before I make a mistake.” You didn’t move, you didn’t dare. You moved closer, setting the blanket and pillow on the couch, your eyes never leaving his. “Please, walk away,” Logan said, licking his lips. “Why? When we both want the same thing?” You asked.

You swear you saw his breathing stop.

That was all he needed. He surged forward, claiming your lips with his. You could still taste the beer on his lips. His hand found your waist and then your thighs, lifting you, and groaned, looking up at you with a wolfish grin. Before he could say anything, you kissed him, your nails running through his hair as your tongue fought for control against his. His hands mapped out your skin, going over every contour and gripping your ass as he rolled his hips into yours.

A shiver ran through your veins, your thin shorts doing little to hide how much you wanted him, and he knew it. “Already? We’ve barely even started and you’re soaked?” He teased, one of his hands leaving your hips and dipping under the fabric. His fingers ran over your folds, his lips forming into a smirk as he sucked another mark into your neck. A soft moan left your lips as you felt two of his fingers dip into your cunt, “Oh fuck.”

“That’s it, honey, let me hear you,” Logan whispered. You let out a loud moan when his fingers hit your G-spot, your nails digging into his skin, emitting a groan from his lips. “Sorry.” You whispered, looking at him, only to see a feral smile on his lips. “You have no idea how much I loved that.” Logan groaned, his fingers working another finger in, making you bite down on his shoulder to muffle your moans.

“I wish you would.” He grunted, grabbed a handful of your braids, and pulled your head back, assaulting your neck with bites and kisses. “Logan!” You squealed, feeling his thumb find your clit. “Cum for me baby, let me hear it,” Logan whispered. Your hands made crescent marks on his back as you came undone, feeling his lips soothe you down from your climax.

You felt his fingers slowly come to a halt before Logan pulled his fingers out of you, his other hand letting go of your braids. “Still there, honey?” He asked, peppering kisses across your neck. You couldn’t even speak, your brain was still fogged from the orgasm you just went through. “Holy shit,” You breathed out. You finally cracked your eyes open, meeting Logan’s hungry eyes and seeing his fingers disappear in his mouth.

His tongue swirled around his digits, his eyes trained on yours. “Taste like heaven.” He said, licking his lips before claiming your lips in another kiss. You snapped out of the trance you were in as the taste of your juices hit your tongue.

You need him. You needed him now.

Your hand went to his pants, slipping under his jeans and finding his cock. He was rock-hard. He shuddered under your touch, a deep moan leaving his lips. Logan helped you get his jeans on the floor, his cock springing free and hitting his chest. “Goddamn. Someone’s blessed.” You whispered. “Is that someone you?” Logan asked, his hands slipping under the waistband of your underwear.

“Hold still for me baby,” he sighed and your arms framed his shoulders. You heard his claws come out and slice your bottoms off. “Someone’s done that before.” You teased, watching as his hand threw the fabric on the floor. Logan didn’t respond as he started to pick you up, but you held him firmly on the couch. “Nope, stay right there.” You breathed you, stroking his cock a few times.

He watched your hand pump him before positioning yourself above him. Logan’s eyes were trained on your pussy as you eased onto him. As you finally bottomed out, Logan let out a loud moan, and it almost made you cum on the spot. “Goddamn, you trying to kill me?” He asked, his hands going back to your hips. You didn’t respond as you started to move up and down, riding his cock.

Logan did little to stop the moans that were leaving his lips. “Fuck, honey. You’re squeezing me like a goddamn vice,” Logan sighed, letting you set the pace. You kissed his neck and sucked marks into his neck, not giving a damn that they wouldn’t be there tomorrow. As you bit one spot closer to his collarbone, he let out a whine. You focused on that spot and bounced on his cock a little faster.

He suddenly gripped your hips as a broken moan left his lips, “Fuck, wait.” He sighed, holding you still on his cock. “Why’d you make me stop?” You asked, looking at his screwed-shut eyes. Logan suddenly grabbed you and picked you up, still keeping you on his cock. “Which one is your room?” He asked. “Down the hall to the left,” You said. Logan walked down the hallway and you thanked god you left the door open.

He laid you and climbed over you, kneeling on the bed and pulling you closer, his cock moving between your thighs to rest on top of your belly button. You leaned up and rested on your forearms, and looked back down at his cock. “To answer your question from earlier,” Logan said, leaning down and tilting your chin up to look at him, “I stopped you because there’s more room on a bed than a couch.”

He looked down at you and licked his lips before catching your lips in a passionate kiss. Your hand cupped his cheek as you returned it, your tongue finding its way into his mouth.

You were so caught up in his kisses you didn’t register the head of his cock tapping your clit until you felt it slam into you, a scream falling out of your lips. Logan laid you back in your sheets and let his hand that wasn’t holding your thigh trail in between your chest and down your stomach as he fucked you. “Keep those eyes open for me, ya hear?” He asked, you nodding in response.

He didn’t waste a second after. Logan’s cock began to thrust in and out of you, sliding almost all the way out of you to only slam back in, emitting a moan from you every time. You writhed under him, looking up at his wild and feral expression. His mouth was open, looking down at your fucked out one, moaning loudly as you held the pillow behind you.

You could hear the sound of your headboard hitting the wall, the grunts coming out of his mouth, and you didn’t give a damn if anyone heard. All you cared about was the amount of pleasure he was giving you. As he hit that one spot that cut your breath off, you bit the pillow and screwed your eyes shut.

Immediately you felt Logan stop and he grabbed your wrist with one hand and pinned it beside your head, his own hovering over yours. “I said eyes open, darling. And don’t even think of hiding those pretty fucking moans from me.” He whispered. He then dropped his hand from your thigh and put it over his.

He now used one hand to wipe the sweat off your forehead, “You still here honey?” He asked, you nodded in response and opened your eyes. Logan was grinning down at you, taking in your tired face, “There’s my girl.” He softly kisses your lips before picking up his bruising pace, making you scream again, “Logan!” Your nails found their way to his back, making marks on his skin. “That’s right honey, let everyone on this goddamn floor who’s fucking you,” Logan grunted, using his free hand to hold your hip, his fingers digging into your skin.

The bed was creaking more as his thrust picked up, one of his hands starting to play with your clit. You instinctively let out a high-pitched whine and you swore he growled for a moment. “Logan, I’m gonna-, oh fuck!” You moaned, your hips bucking into his as you writhed your bed. “Yeah that’s it, let me see you come.” Logan cooed, His hand working your clit faster.

It didn’t take long for a long moan to erupt out of your mouth, your orgasm hitting you like a freight train. Your walls squeezed him like a vice as his free thumb caressed your chin. “Now that’s a sight I need to see more of.” Logan moaned with a smile on his face. You felt his hips pick up the pace and his moans getting louder as he was on the verge of his orgasm, both of his hands now holding your legs open.

“Tell me where honey,” Logan asked, looking down at you. Your legs only pulled him closer, and that was all the confirmation he needed. A sinful whimper left his lips as he spilled into you, his eyes screwing shut. Logan held himself up and let the waves of the orgasm wear off before he moved, flopping down in your bed next to you. “Goddamn.” He sighed, catching his breath.

You nodded, looking up at the ceiling. “For a 200-plus-year-old, you fuck like you’re 30.” You said, looking over at him only to meet his gaze, “I don’t hear you complaining.” Logan teased, pulling a chuckle from you. “After the two orgasms you gave me, I’d be a goddamn fool too.” You said with a laugh. A yawn soon came from your mouth as you turned on your side, “Wore you out that much?” Logan asked, leaning over and looking down at you with an amused smirk on his face.

“Yeah, and I’m, once again, not complaining,” you said, feeling yourself drifting off to sleep. That night was one of the best you ever had, followed by one of the best mornings. You awoke to the sound of someone breathing in your ear and an arm around your waist.

Logan slept in your bed last night, and you slept in his arms. As looked down, his hand was rubbing your hip through the sheets. “You’re awake?” You asked, turning around and meeting his eyes, “I’ve been up for a while.” You felt his thumb caress your cheek, a tender touch matching the emotion in his eyes. “I know this is probably a stupid to ask, given the circumstances, but would you like to grab a drink with me? Ya know, outside of work,” Logan asked.

You only leaned up and kissed his lips before pulling back and looking at him, “I’d love to.” Logan broke out into a grin that could rival the sun and returned the kiss. After a quick shower and getting dressed, you were about to make breakfast when a loud knock hit your door. “Who is it?” Logan asked, coming out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. You couldn't stop your eyes from wandering down his chest, but you refocused, “I don't know, I didn't answer it.

The person knocked harder a second time, almost startling you. Logan walked forward and opened the door, only to find no one there. You peeped out the hallway, saw Wade’s door open, and heard music coming from it. “I think I know who it was.” You recognized the song coming from inside too: Sexual Healing. As you walked in, Wade was singing along before he saw you walk in and popped a confetti cannon.

“Congratulations!” he yelled, and Blind Al popped hers as well. “I guess Christmas came early because I know you did last night,” Wade then looked over your shoulder, and nodded, “Both of you did.” Logan was standing behind you and closed the door, only in the towel. “What the hell is all of this?” Logan asked. “A small celebration for you finally getting laid. All part of my plan last night.” Wade explained. Logan immediately walked past you, “What the hell does that mean?”

“Well come on man, I knew it was bound to happen when you took more than 15 minutes to get back, you think I locked you out by accident?” Wade grinned, and it all clicked. “You knew I would let him crash?” You asked, seeing the shit-eating grin grow on his face. “Oh I knew you would let him do more than that, sugar, besides that's what you both fucked on wasn't it?”

You and Logan shared a look, confused about how we knew. “First of all, neither of you tried to be quiet, at all, especially you Donna Summer,” Wade said, pointing at you. “Two, I could hear the headboard hitting the wall thanks to tall strong big dick vintage-rine over here,” he continued. “And three, someone with claws made a little hole in the wall, and trust me, I heard it all.”

Logan’s mouth was open while you wanted the ground to swallow you whole. Wade then went to the fridge and pulled out a cake and got candles. “Happy first fuckiversary, my friends,” Wade said, putting the candle in the middle, above a gel doodle of two stick figures. One of them had boobs and was on her back with her legs in the air while the other with claws was in front of her. “Made this little doodle last night,” Wade said as he lit the candle, “go ahead, blow it, you’ll be doing a lot of that later.”

You didn't miss the wink he gave Logan as you blew out the candle. You took the cake and looked at Wade. “Thanks for the cake,” You said, hugging him, “and thanks for locking the door.” You took the cake and then left, Logan shutting the door behind him as you both went back to your apartment. “He’s never gonna let that go is he?” Logan asked, you shaking your head in response. “Nope, now go back over there and get dressed.”

He had a quick, confused look on his face. "Why?" you explained, throwing him his pants and shirt. "You made a damn hole in my wall, you're helping me fix it." "Yes, ma'am," he chuckled, walking back over to his and Wade's apartment.

You never thought you would see the day you would thank Wade for bringing you a man, but I guess Marvel Jesus works in mysterious ways.

[himasgod]

Hello! I’m here to make a request!

Can you do headcanons of Jade Leech, Floyd Leech and Leona Kingscholar x Child! Reader (11-12 years old) headcanons where the Tweels younger brother (same age as reader) and Leona’s older nephew (same age as reader) has a crush on reader and their reaction to it? I can 100% see Octavinelle shipping the Tweels younger brother with reader

If this request seems weird or uncomfortable, feel free to ignore this!

Where the Tweels' little brother and Leona's nephew have a crush on you

At NRC, special festivities have been held to commemorate family, where students are allowed to bring their younger relatives to NRC for a month to spend time with them. You, as the younger relative of a student, meet the Tweels' younger brother and Loena's nephew, who also came to visit NRC, in two different scenarios, and they fall in love with you. Now, how would Jade, Floyd, and Leona act?

Floyd and Jade Leech

The Tweels' younger brother has a crush on you, and Octavinelle supports him 100%.

Both Jade and Floyd find it hilarious. If their younger brother has a crush on you, then of course they're going to make his life miserable… but in a good way (or at least, that's what they say).

Floyd is the most annoying about this. He'll hug you every chance he gets, pick you up, and spin you around while saying things like:

"Heh~, if I hug you like this, you'll definitely fall for me instead of my little bro, right~?"

His younger brother yells at him to let you go immediately.

Floyd especially enjoys putting you in situations where his younger brother has to talk to you, just to see him stutter.

"Heh, did you know my little brother is learning how to cook~? He'd love to make you something special, right?"

His younger brother throws a pillow in his face and yells at him to stop saying weird things.

Jade is more discreet, but he's incredibly amused to see his younger brother turn red every time he hints things like:

"Oh~. Looks like someone's very interested in our dear guest. How cute."

When his younger brother tries to impress you with something—like swimming fast or performing a trick in the water—Jade simply says:

"What a coincidence, I was just thinking they like people with unique abilities. Maybe you should show them more."

Azul is already thinking about how to monetize the relationship, because if the younger brother likes you that much, then he can make a good deal with him… or with you.

At the Monstro Lounge, mysteriously, they always end up giving you the best seats or a free dish. When you ask why, everyone answers with a suspicious smile:

"Courtesy of someone special~"

Octavinelle generally supports this “couple.” All the Monstro Lounge employees make comments like:

“What a cute couple~!” “You two look good together.” “You can tell young Leech is in love.”

When the twins' brother tries to say, “We're nothing!” they simply ignore him and continue with their plot.

Meanwhile, the younger Tweel brother is dying of embarrassment, and you don't know whether to laugh or hide.

If anyone tries to tease his younger brother about his crush on you, Floyd and Jade won't allow it.

One breaks bones, and the other silently plots revenge.

If any other child tries to get too close to you, Floyd changes his attitude instantly.

“And who is this~? He's not trying to steal something that doesn't belong to him, right~?”

Jade smiles kindly, but his tone is just as threatening.

“It would be a shame if it ended in an… unfortunate arrangement.”

The poor kid runs off before they finish speaking.

The younger Tweel brother wants to die right then.

"Will you all stop scaring people?! I'm not a mobster!"

Floyd just laughs, and Jade tells him it's a "loyalty test."

If it ever seems like you're loyal to him, Azul starts planning a theme party at the Monstro Lounge to "celebrate the Leech family's first love."

The younger Tweel brother swears he'll run away from Octavinelle if that happens.

Leona Kingscholar

Leona's nephew, Cheka's older brother, has a crush on you, and Leona notices it instantly.

The first thing Leona does when he realizes it is make fun of his nephew.

"What, you get all nervous when you talk to them now? I didn't know you were so clumsy."

His nephew pretends not to hear, but the poor kid is already red-faced, and Leona is already crystal clear.

Leona becomes the worst possible spectator. If you and his nephew are together, he's always in the background, arms crossed and smirking.

Sometimes he even gives sarcastic advice:

"If you're going to act so useless, at least bring gifts. People like thoughtful details, or do you want them to notice some other brat?" "Stop standing so stiff, it's not like you're standing in front of a hungry lion… Oh, wait."

His nephew throws sand in his face, but Leona just yawns and continues bothering him.

He doesn't interfere too much, but he enjoys watching him suffer. If you ever see Leona smiling suspiciously when you're with his nephew, it's because he's enjoying watching him try to impress you.

Ruggie also teases him a bit. Sometimes he says things like:

"Oooh~, the little prince likes someone~!" "Come on, kiddo, if you get so worked up, you'll never win them over." "If you need help winning someone over, I can make you a deal. Nothing comes for free, you know."

Leona laughs as his nephew throws the first thing he has in his hand at Ruggie.

If you start showing signs that you also have feelings for his nephew, Leona watches you more closely.

He doesn't say much, but makes comments like:

"Hmph. I guess someone in the family had to get lucky."

His nephew pretends not to care, but inside he's screaming with happiness.

However, if another child tries to bother you or talk badly about you, Leona glares at them.

"Tsk. Who let this trash come here?"

And since no one wants to confront Leona Kingscholar, they quickly shut up and run away.

At the end of the day, even if Leona teases his nephew, he's silently protective of him.

If he senses that he really cares about you, he might even give him some real advice.

Although he makes it seem like he's a complete pain in the ass.

"If you like them, do something about it. Or continue being useless brat, not my problem."

His nephew complains, "That's not how you give advice, uncle!" but Leona just yawns and goes to sleep.

[thewitchblue]

Hi, Love your writing and I was wondering, if it isn’t any trouble that we could get a part 2 of Jason Todd x reader with the twins they adopted, I just want more domestic fluff and the fic was really cute and I just want more

Thank you and I love your work

It was just your luck that Jason brought home the only two meta children in Gotham. You looked at your twins with raised eyebrows. How do you raise metas? What do you do when one is crawling on the ceiling and the other is floating like a balloon? You've learned a couple of tricks, but they have become incredibly comfortable playing with their powers at home.

Jason snatched one of them out of the air and caught the other one that screamed for him to catch her in delight.

You chuckled at the panicked expression on his face and took your floating toddler from Jason's arms. Your twins sometimes forget you are both human and can't do what they can, which makes playtime... challenging, to say the least. You swear you had to become a hero just to play with your twins.

You kissed the top of your toddler's head and held her closer. You loved them both dearly. Jason has managed to stop himself from adopting any more children, but you noticed him looking with wistful sighs. He's windowshopping for kids.

"No more children until these two are older."

You warned him every time he called about another child that he helped. You love him, but the twins were starting to get excited about getting more siblings, and you can only say no so many times. Their sweet doe eyes beg, and they pout so cutely that saying no was becoming a struggle.

They always tell you that they are older every five seconds, and you could only laugh. Jason kissed your forehead as an apology when he got home from patrol, but you rolled your eyes with a smile on your face. You both set your lovely toddlers down only for them to immediately get into a game and ran off. You cuddled into Jason's side with a soft sigh. You love your little family.

The Wayne family took it as well as they could. Dick and Bruce freaked out, calling you children yourselves until you reminded them of your ages. You had laughed, but Jason was beyond annoyed. He's not a little kid anymore. He's an adult making adult decisions. Dick said,

"You aren't even married!"

What is this? The 1930s? You shrugged. So what? Bruce isn't either. You were content with your tiny tots and your boyfriend. You may or may not have lied and claimed you both were married to get a better shot at the adoption, but that doesn't matter.

"Would you rather we marry now?"

Jason asked with raised eyebrows. Dick didn't have an answer to that question, and Bruce didn't offer any rescue when Dick shot him a look asking for help in talking sense into Jason. Bruce can't really say anything because he did the same thing. The only difference would be that the kids will have two parents instead of one.

Tim watched Jason's expressions carefully. He might be serious about marrying to appease the public and familial backlash from Dick. When did he start caring about the opinion of others? Was it really all because of you? He was unsure how well this would work out until Jason said they've had the twins for one year. Kids break up couples a lot faster than one year, so he could accept his nieces.

Tim was surprised he even got to meet you and the twins. Jason is a very private person and ices out the family most of the time. It's his own fault for not keeping up-to-date with Jason's life. He could have been well aware and prepared for this, but he grew slake in his stalker tendencies.

Damian didn't particularly care. If Todd wants to get married, he is free to do so. Damian likes you enough to acknowledge you as part of the family. Dick was the only one freaking out, and it wasn't surprising at all. Before anybody could fight further, you rushed over to your kid,

"No tornadoes!"

You yelled the second you noticed the personal tornado your tiny terror was in the middle of creating, running over to stop it while Jason tried to pry the other off the ceiling.

"You have metas?"

Bruce couldn't stop himself from asking. Not only did he just discover he's a grandpa, but he has meta grandchildren. You gave a drained smile,

"Blame Jason."

Jason gave you a betrayed look, but managed to finally pulled them off the ceiling (via tickling her). It's not his fault. You could have said no. Well. If you ignore the pleading looks you were given by everybody to eventually make you cave in.

"You wound me so."

He said in a dramatic voice he normally only shows around you. You flatly replied,

"I'm divorcing you and taking the kids with me."

Jason looked offended and held his child closer. Sure, it's an imaginary marriage, but it's the principle of it. He'd go through a messy divorce for the kids. You took the kid in his arms with a smirk before running off with them both. Jason chased after you with a grin as the kids squeal joyfully and laugh.

"Your big bad dad will never take you from me!"

You said confidently until Jason wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into his body. He shook his head and smirked.

"Big bad dad, huh?"

You twisted in his arms, and both kids lightly hit him while giggling and repeating the phrase. Jason was grateful they both kept their superstrength in check. You were alternating in trying to teach them how to use their powers. Surprisingly, you were much better at teaching them than he was despite his experience. He still taught self-defence, but you dealt with the power situation a lot easier.

Jason kissed you while slowly and sneakily taking back his kids. You pulled away, now kidless with Jason running away. You smirked at the trio having fun.

"How good are they at controlling their powers?"

Bruce asked you. It seemed like a random question, but he was trying to plot how to reveal to the public he's a grandpa and how to safely show them off. You suspected as much, so you answered honestly,

"They're getting better at it. They still have accidents sometimes, but we're teaching them to control it while outside the manor and outside the house. They know how dangerous Gotham is for metas."

Bruce nodded. He can work with that when the news comes out. He can do family photos and interviews without the kids until they have complete control of their abilities.

You watched Jason play dragon and princess with your little girls and smiled fondly at the floating "dragon" roaring so cutely you could feel your heart melt. The brave knight Jason Todd sent out to slay the dragon for the safety of the princess.

"I never thought I'd see Jason so... gentle. He really loves those kids."

Bruce mused as he watched Jason play with your kids. The princess saved the day this time after stealing Jason's imaginary sword and fighting the "dragon" literally.

Both of you ran to break up the fight before you could respond. Two kids with superstrength make fights significantly more dangerous, and your kids get too lost in the game to notice sometimes, especially when they play with each other.

You both took a kid to separate them and squeezed them into hugs. They think they can fight each other like they can fight bad guys, leading to broken bones and many hospital trips.

"Be gentle, princess."

You murmured. Your little girl giggled as if it was hilarious how concerned you were. You kissed her injuries. She was bruised up, but nothing serious enough for a hospital trip.

"Your knight in shining armour is going to take you back to the castle."

You boop her nose with a warm smile. Oh, how far everybody has come since they were brought home.

"Oooo, and I'll follow!"

Your little dragon said, very much alive in the game. The princess scowled and squirmed in your arms to go for round two in a brawl, but you held tighter.

"Never! Dad will slay you!"

Jason played along while the twin your holding crawled onto your back and watched with gleeful eyes. You smiled at the fake brawl that Jason and your tiny terror are engaged in.

Your crawler is cheering for Jason while you both watched. You kissed the little hands holding your shoulders as she set her head on top of yours. Jason is a great dad despite his own worries about being a bad dad. He loves these kids with his whole heart.

You can tell your kids were getting tired, so you packed up, and both of you left after a quick goodbye and the usual hug you give everybody.

Damien tried not to show his own happiness at interacting with the little kids, but everybody noticed. Damien always feels a strong urge to become a paediatrician when he's around little kids at the hospital and to see the joy Jason and you brought to the little ones only further strengthened his decision.

"Well, that went well."

Tim said in surprise. He knew Jason had a soft spot for kids, but he hadn't anticipated Jason to adopt one, let alone two. What circumstances led to this?

Dick felt the same. When did his baby brother grow up enough to have kids? Where did he even find these kids? He suddenly had questions he was too flabbergasted to ask when Jason was still around.

Bruce frowned in thought. He needs to be ahead of the drama before anything comes out of it. He needs to control the narrative, but he needs to be careful. His own children are all feral in their own ways, but Jason would kill him if anything bad is said about his kids without feeling any guilt.

Regardless of how his family feels, Jason had formed his own family and wouldn't change it for the world.

[itaipava]

— mundane little moments of love with f1 boys.

˒ ⌕ LANDO NORRIS

it’s one of those late-night phone calls; one minute you’re laughing about god-knows-what and the next, humour has simmered down, replaced by a moment of silence — and there is warmth and comfort in the quietness, but also an unmistakeable sense of longing. as you just close your eyes and listen to each other’s breathing, you start to wonder if he has fallen asleep, but he breaks the silence with a ’wish you were here’ and you heart clenches a little as you whisper back a ’me too.’

˒ ⌕ DANIEL RICCIARDO

it’s one of those moments when you’re sharing a bathroom space. it’s the playful little ’don’t peek’ as one pees while the other shaves. it’s the lingering hand touches when he’s passing you the towel. it’s him being a little shit and splashing water at you while you wash your face. and it’s the way your eyes meet in the mirror while you’re brushing your teeth together and you both smile — it’s just a small stretch of lips at first until you’re both grinning uncontrollably because right now, everything just feels right.

˒ ⌕ CARLOS SAINZ

it’s when you lay your head in his lap while you guys watch something on tv. you don’t realize it, but the way he looks passionately at you says a lot about how much his heart is racing right now. he gently strokes your hair and you close your eyes, delighting in the sensation. and he can’t help but leave a kiss to your temple, a smile creeping across his lips when he sees you smiling. and then he realizes that, at this moment, you are safe and he is at peace.

˒ ⌕ CHARLES LECLERC

it’s one of those hugs. the kind that starts off almost casual yet goes on longer than it’s supposed to, simply because neither refuses to let go. it feels warm, familiar, and safe in each other’s arms. at one point, he snuggles in closer, burying his face against the crook of your neck, you can feel his breath and his little smile on your skin. he comments on how much he loves your smell and you snicker before asking him to describe it, and he takes a moment before answering, ’just smells like…you. like home.’

˒ ⌕ LEWIS HAMILTON

it’s one of those unexpected deep conversations at unlikely places, like the grocery store. it’s just that almost sacred connection you get when you’re telling someone your thoughts and ideas, and you worry that you sound scattered and might not make sense and you’re ready to brush it off with a nevermind and an awkward little chuckle but you don’t need to because he gets it. and as you continue the conversation while you put the cereal box into the cart, you feel a fresh surge of love for him.

˒ ⌕ OSCAR PIASTRI

it’s when he’s out of town for work and you send him silly selfies of yourself with sweet, encouraging messages attached. his friends notice him staring at his phone screen for too long with a lingering smile on his face and a certain look of fondness in his eyes. they crane their necks to take a glance at what their friend is looking at and see that it’s the selfie you sent. immediately, they tease him about how smitten he is. and oscar tries to hide the flustered blush on his face by looking annoyed. “oh shut up,” he mutters while proceeding to set your photo as his home screen. 

˒ ⌕ MAX VERSTAPPEN

it’s one of those moments on the couch or bed, watching netflix together. it’s endless hours of browsing through the catalogue of movies and shows only to end up playing the same one you’ve watched for the hundreth time. it’s the looks you share when the characters are saying questionable things, and the simultaneous outbursts you have when the people in the screen are being frustrating, and having to pause to have a debate about whatever is going on in the show. it’s just nice. it’s nice to have someone who willingly sits through every disney movie and every boring movie that ends up being good because each other’s presence (and jokes) are all you need.

[luffyszoo]

Please read this before reading!

this fanfic will contain Nsfw:

dry humping, first time for everything, and sloppy kisses and dirty talk, pls be aware before moving forward

this is my first nsfw fanfic… so idk what im doing LMAOO

!!Luffy x reader!!

You and Luffy have been dating for almost six months, but nothing seems to be progressing. You start to wonder if you’re moving too fast for him—maybe he just wants to take things slow.

"Have you two even kissed yet?" Nami ask’s bluntly

Embarrassed by the question—and already knowing the answer—you hesitate. Of course, you and Luffy haven’t kissed yet. In fact, you’re not even sure he fully understands what kissing is.

“Well... no," you admit, looking away. Nami sighs, crossing her arms. “If you want him to take this seriously, you need to talk to him about it. Luffy's an idiot when it comes to romance, but sometimes, he just needs a little push in the right direction."

“I agree," Robin chimes in. “You can't expect things to change if you and Luffy haven’t openly discussed your feelings about the relationship."

The three of you are lounging on Nami’s bed, unwinding after a long, uneventful day at sea. You’re all dressed in matching satin lace nightgowns, each with a delicate slit at the hem. Nami’s is yellow with black lace, Robin’s is deep purple, and yours is soft pink, all with the same elegant black trim.

Frustrated, you groan, running your fingers through your hair. "Ugh! I know, I know!" you exclaim. “It’s just... I get nervous about these things too. I don’t want to push him into something just because we’re dating."

“But you’re not pushing him!" Nami argues. "It’s just a suggestion. Ask him and see how he feels." Robin nods in agreement. "Communication is key. If you don’t talk about it, nothing will change."

Annoyed at how in sync they are about your situation, you try to change the subject—until the sound of laughter drifts up from the boys downstairs. Nami suddenly smirks, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “In fact…"she says, raising a finger as if she’s just solved the most complicated puzzle ever. “You should go get him right now and talk to him about it!"

After what feels like endless coaxing and reassurance from both of them, you finally give in.

You make your way downstairs to the kitchen, your heart pounding. Knocking on the door, you barely have time to collect your thoughts before Luffy swings it open.

"Hey, babe!" he greets you with full-cheer in his eues, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek.

But as soon as he pulls back, he notices something’s off. Your face is flushed, your hands fidgeting as if you’re trying to hold something in.

"Something wrong?" Luffy asks, his usual carefree expression giving way to concern. He steps out of the kitchen, shutting the door behind him.

You glance down at your hands. "Can we go to bed?" you mumble.

Normally, Luffy would complain about it being too early, but he can tell something is bothering you. Without hesitation, he follows you to his room, curiosity flickering in his eyes. As you enter the room, holding Luffy’s hand, he immediately starts changing out of his usual clothes, slipping into a pair of pajama pants—because, of course, he never wears a shirt to bed.

You sit at the edge of the bed, watching him, your hands nervously fidgeting in your lap. Once he’s finished, he plops down beside you, his usual carefree energy shifting into something more focused.

"What’s bothering ya?" he asks, his tone softer now that it’s just the two of you. You swallow hard, glancing down before finally mustering the courage to speak. “I just… I wanted to talk to you about something." Luffy tilts his head, clearly confused but willing to listen, his eyes locked onto yours as he waits for you to continue.

"It’s just… sometimes, I really want to kiss you, Luffy," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "But I’m scared that I’m pushing you… or that I’m moving too fast in our relationship." You struggled to swallow the lump in your throat before adding, “I know we kiss on the cheek, but I’ve always wanted to… you know… do it on the lips." Your heart pounds as you wait for his response, unsure of what he’ll say or how he’ll react.

"Is that so?" Luffy chuckles to himself, crossing his arms and slowly lowering his elbows onto his lap, as though he's more at ease after what you just said. Still confused and flushed, you can't help but feel a wave of irritation. Why is he laughing at you? Does he think this is some kind of joke? Does he think you're a joke? Clenching your fists in anger, you push him down onto the bed, positioning yourself on top of him, your hands pressing on either side of his head.

"Why are you laughing, Luffy? This isn’t a game, you know... I want to move forward, but you’re not acting like you do. Every time we’re together, it feels like we’re still just friends. I want more, Luffy. Don’t you want that with me?" you demand, your voice firm as you await his response.

He places his hand on the side of your waist. “Of course I do. I’m sorry I laughed—I was just happy that we were thinking the same thing.” His voice softens as he continues, “There are times when I want to do more than just kiss…” Wait, what? Did he just say more than kissing?

“More than kissing?”

“Yeah.”

“Care to explain?”

Without a doubt in luffys mind, he explains his desires. “Theres times where I really want you to rub against me.. i dont even want to have sex— I mean, I do. but I always liked the imagination of you getting off somewhere else.” Frozen in place by the words that had just slipped from Luffy's mouth, you blushed deeply. A soft giggle escaped him. "You're so cute when you blush," he teased. "I’m not!" you retorted, turning your gaze away from him. But then, his hand gently cupped the side of your face, guiding your head to face his.

"Can I kiss you now? It's okay if you say no, I’m completely fine if you—" Before Luffy could finish his sentence, you leaned in, your lips meeting his in a clumsy, awkward kiss. Neither of you knew exactly how to do it, but the joy of the moment made it perfect. Luffy pulled you closer by your waist, your back arching as one of your knees pressed between his legs, the other bent to the side. It felt both confusing and exhilarating, a rush shared between the two of you. Neither of you knew exactly what you were doing, but it didn’t matter. Time passed, and the room grew hotter and quieter. Only sound that filled the air was the soft, wet noise from both of your mouths. moaning into eachothers kisses leaves luffy wanting more, he couldnt wait any longer. His hand reached to the side of your ass groping it has the kiss continued on. A slight gasp came out of you , and just like that Luffy changed his positions to feel you more.

His back now on the dashboard. You’re still in the same position. just now that you’re leaning into him now. He likes that your back is arched for him like this. while your arms are wrapped about his neck, and your hands digging to his hair, his desire still hasn’t changed. He wants to see you pleasure yourself on him, he wants to be the reason you finished. The feeling of Luffy being so handsy and groping your ass like this drives you crazy. Your hips cant take it anymore. You’ve been trying to stop yourself from making them move on their own but now you dont care. You moved your lower body to sit intop of luffys lap, stopping yourself from flexing your hips they move forward and backward onto Luffy’s lap. He let out an unexpected moan. Pulling away from the kiss you decided to tease him a little.

“What? I thought you always wanted to do this with me. Dont chicken out now, Captain.”

“Fuck, please do that again. I didnt expect it to feel so good.” He pathetically whined. doing as your boyfriend says, you move your hips forward and backwards consistently. “You like it when i do that baby?” Your pussy rubbing against luffys buldge made his mind go blank. “It feels so good. Iwanna see the look on your face as you finish from my pants.” he laughs as the idea in his head. He placed both of his hands now on your ass and tightens the grib. His hands making your hips move faster.

Luffy has no self control he doesnt care how fast hes going with you, hes too lost in the pleasure you and him are in right now. Gripping his hair in pleasure you cant help yourself but be loud. moaning and grunting from the fabric of your panties being rubbed on Luffys pants. “You have no idea how long I thought of this.” Honestly luffys words became muffled for you, the overwhelming pleasure you were having right now was too much. “The idea of you cummin’ on me turned me on so so much.” Luffy didnt care what he was saying. it was the truth, he thought of you like this for so long it bothered him to the point he couldnt even sleep. “What a dirty girl, my pants are getting soaked cus’ of you.” Luffys strong arms moved from your hips, to your thighs. His hands digging into you definitely gonna leave bruises, he loved your soft skin, he cant get enough of you. “Lufffy… I’m so close” you whine while desperately moving your hips faster. “Yeah, me too” Luffy huffs while you both drip from sweat. Finally the overwhelming feeling you both had reaches its climax, after you plop down on luffys sholder huffing and puffing. Luffy giving himself desperate strokes to himself. You both just lay there cuddling eachother and falling asleep.

theeee end

[ihave-atummyache]

you’re mine

han jisung one shot

stray kids smut

NSFW 18++

smut smut smut!! (i’ll put warning under the cut)

2.5k words

nsfw content: jealousy, fighting, name calling, mentions of reader slapping but they don’t make contact, manhandling, choking, gagging, dacryphilia, rough sex, fingering, degradation, nicknames, breeding kink, creampie (safe sex is the best sex), lowkey toxic jisung, hickeys, overstimulation errrrr i think thats all

"Are you happy with yourself?" Jisung's voice makes you roll your eyes and the clank of his keys on the table just makes you more annoyed. You shrug off your jacket and put it on the coat rack before heading towards the kitchen. You hear Jisung's footsteps following you close behind which just makes your annoyance burn more.

"So now you're ignoring me?" You usually love his voice, it often brings you immediate comfort but right now, it’s doing nothing but pissing you off more. You grab a water bottle from the fridge and crack it open, your back still turned to him.

"Answer me." His voice is commanding and you can't stop your annoyance from finally materializing. You slam your water bottle down on the counter, water sloshing out the top before whipping around to face him.

"Can you shut the fuck up? You're doing nothing but pissing me off more. You already ruined my night so just fuck. off." You nudge past him to walk towards your bedroom but he grabs your arm, pushing you against the kitchen island and slotting a leg between your's, preventing you from moving.

"Can you stop being a cunt for two seconds and listen to me?" His voice is full of venom and your mouth forms a surprised smile, your eyebrows practically in your hairline.

"So now I'm the cunt? Fuck you, Jisung," You spit before pushing him away from you. He grips your wrist again and you automatically bring a hand up to slap him but he catches your other wrist before you can make contact.

"So now you want to hit me? What did I do wrong? You were all over your friend, Hyunjin back there and now I'm the bad guy?!" he snarls at you and you narrow your eyes at him, your tongue running across your teeth.

"Our friend, Hyunjin, and you didn't have to fucking push him. Now all the boys and all my friends think you're fucking crazy, Jisung. Do you get that? All because you can't get over this stupid fucking insecurity of your's," you know you're hitting close to home but you honestly couldn't care less.

The two of you were at a party earlier, celebrating one of the boys' many awards and according to Jisung, you and Hyunjin had been getting a little too close. Sure he had his hand on your lower back and was leaning in and whispering to you but Jisung made it very clear that the two of you are not together.

The boys have heard the same thing many times from him. Any time anyone tries to associate the two of you, he is quick to deny the two of you being in a relationship, despite the two of you fucking for the past couple of months.

That being said, what's wrong with Hyunjin getting a little touchy? You're single. He's single. You're both hot. There's no problems there.

"I'm not insecure, y/n. You're fucking mine and I need to get that through your head and everyone else's. Nobody can touch you but me," he takes a step closer to you, his eyes dark and trained on yours. You gulp, holding his gaze.

"No. I'm not. You have made it very clear to everyone that we aren't together. You can't stake some claim on me as soon as someone else starts showing me attention. It isn't fair," you refute and his jaw clenches at your words. You're not wrong but he doesn't want to admit it.

He takes another step closer to you, his hand wraps around your jaw gently, forcing you to keep eye contact with him.

"Is that right, darling?" His words are husky and your gaze flickers down to his lips for a moment, only a few inches from yours before you meet his gaze again. You're like putty in his hands and you know it just as much as he does.

You hold his gaze for a few moments before his own eyes glance at your lips again then you make eye contact again. He finally breaks the silence when you don’t reply.

"I asked you a question, princess," his voice is soft but you can still since the anger beneath his words.

"I know. And you heard me the first time so I'm not repeating myself," you stand your ground, despite every fiber of your being telling you to fold. He chuckles, humorlessly, his breath fanning across your face.

"This little attitude is turning me on," his words catch you off guard, your eyes growing wide at the confession, "Is that your goal? You want me to fuck you until the only name you know is mine?" He asks, his thumb running across your bottom lip, testing just how angry you are with him.

He gently pushes his thumb against your mouth and you immediately part your lips, letting him push his thumb against your tongue. You let your lips close around him, sucking around the digit.

"Such a good girl, even when you're upset with me, aren't you?" His voice is low, husky and your eyes flutter closed as you suck on his thumb. He pulls his finger from your mouth, dragging it down your chin and neck, leaving a wet trail in it's wake. He settles his hand across your collarbone, fingers rubbing across the bone gently.

Jisung leans forward and presses a kiss to the side of your neck before letting his lips part and biting down on your pulse point, making you whimper out at the pain before his tongue soothes across the spot.

“J-Ji. No marks,” you breathe out and he replies by sucking down on another spot before he pulls his head from your neck and locks eyes with you again.

“You’re mine. I’ll do what I please with you. If I want to leave my mark on you, I will. Do you understand?” His tone is unlike one you have ever heard from him before and you swallow thickly, your mouth suddenly becoming dry before you nod.

His hand grabs your cheeks, pushing together and forcing your lips to pucker as he looks down on you.

“I asked you a question. When I speak to you, I expect you to speak back,” His jaw clenches again and you nod before stuttering out a quiet ‘yes’ then his lips are on your’s. His tongue makes it’s way into you mouth quickly and you moan around the messy kiss.

When he gets needy like this, his kisses are always messy. A mixture of spit and tongue and groping hands but you can’t help loving every fucking second. It’s so primal, purely controlled by your urge to rip each other’s clothes off. You reach your hands up to tangle into his hair but he quickly grabs both your wrists and pulls away from your lips.

“Turn around,” His voice is commanding but he barely gives you time to process the words before he’s using his grip on your wrists to turn you around. He places both your hands on the kitchen island, lightly running his finger tips up your arms until he reaches the straps of your dress on your shoulders.

“Keep your hands to yourself, baby. I’m still upset with you,” His voice is full of command and you lean forward, putting weight into your hands.

He steps closer to you, his erection pressing against your ass in the tight dress and all you can hear is the sound of both of your breathing and your own heart pounding in your ears. He slides one of the straps off your shoulder and places a kiss on the bare skin before doing the same to the other strap.

He pulls the dress down just enough for your breasts to fall out. His hands wrap around and grab each one of your tits, making a gasp fall from your lips as his cold hands make contact with your sensitive nipples.

He groans behind you, his hips rutting against your ass as his fingers begin to tweak your nipples. You reach one hand up to place on his over your boob but he quickly grabs your hand and slams it back onto the marble countertop.

“What did I say?”

He pinches your nipple a bit too hard, making you yelp when you don’t reply.

“T-to keep m-my hands to myself,” your voice is breathy as he continue to grind against your still covered ass.

“So you can be a good girl? Why do I have to be mean for you to behave for me?” Before you can reply to him, one of his hands leaves your exposed tits and he pushes his middle and ring finger into your mouth. He pushes further into your throat, making you gag.

“There you go,” His other hands finds your hair wrapping in the strands, before he pulls, making your head fall back onto his shoulder. Between the sting of his fingers in your hair and down your throat, your eyes start to water.

“Look so pretty for me. All for me. This is my mouth. This is my body. These are my tits and this,” his hand leaves your mouth, skillfully finding its way into your panties and pressing against your bare pussy, making you moan, “is my cunt. You belong to me, y/n. Get that through your thick fucking skull,” the underlying insult makes more tears spring to your eyes but it also makes more wetness gather on his fingers against your heat.

“You’re so fucking wet for me. It’s sad you think that anyone else can get you half as wet as I can, baby. You’re made for me,” he grunts into your ear before finally pushing a finger into you. Your eyes flutter closed, pushing the tears from your waterline and onto your cheeks.

He leans forward, licking the salty liquid from your cheek as he begins to slowly pump his finger in and out. He adds another quickly and speeds his fingers up inside of you. His other hand pushes your dress down more so it’s just a strip of fabric around your waist before he leans back slightly and wraps his hand around the back of your neck. He pushes you forward, pushing your chest against the island before he pulls his hand from you.

You hear his belt unbuckling behind you and you bite your lip in anticipation. You start to turn your head to look at him but his hand quickly returns, pushing your cheek against the cold counter.

You feel him pull your panties to the side before you can feel the head of his cock brushing against your pussy.

“You want me to fuck you now? Spoiled brat. This greedy pussy is practically begging me to push in,” his words are hoarse and you nod a few times before he pushes just the head of his cock in, making you slam your hand down on the counter top.

“Beg for it.” His words throw you off, your words getting caught in your throat.

“Please?” your voice isn’t much more than a whisper and you hear him chuckle behind you, continuing to rut just the head of his cock in and out of you.

“Oh come on. That was pathetic. I know you can do better than that baby,” you can hear the smile in his voice and his cocky tone just turns you on that much more.

“Please, Ji. Please fuck me. I want everyone to know I belong to you. Please, baby. Please. I’m being good. So good. I’ll keep being a good girl just please-” He cuts your ramble off by pushing his entire length into you, making you let out a much louder moan than you expected.

“Sound so pretty begging me to fuck you like that,” his voice can barely be heard because of him beginning to fuck you, hard. Your hips are digging into the edge of the counter every time he thrusts forwards and the sound of skin slapping is absolutely obscene.

He grabs the strip of fabric that your dress has become around your waist and uses it as leverage to fuck you harder. Every thrust in, he pulls you harder into him. Suddenly one of his hands reaches down and grips your panties, ripping them away from your body. The sound of the fabric ripping echoes through the kitchen and you moan. You hear the fabric hit the floor as he speeds up his thrusts more.

“T-touch me. Please, baby. Please. Touch me please,” You’re rambling again and he chuckles, his hand wrapping around and rubbing circles on your clit.

“As you wish,” he lays his chest across your back and before you know it, you’re cumming. So hard that all you see is black, a scream leaving your lips.

Jisung pauses inside of you as you begin to shake from the intensity of your orgasm. What you don’t expect, is for him to start moving again. You squeal, pulling yourself further onto the counter, and away from him.

He quickly wraps a hand around your dress and pulls you back into him, burying his length back into you, making tears spring to your eyes.

“Stop. Fucking. Running.” Each word is punctuated by a deliberate and hard thrust into your pulsing cunt. His hand wraps around the front of your throat and pulls you up, pressing your back against his chest before choked sobs begin to leave your mouth at the overstimulation.

“Shhh, baby. I know. I know,” his words are comforting in your ear but his thrusts are still brutal. He uses this opportunity to bury his face in your neck and shoulder again, sucking marks and bruises into every inch of skin that he can reach, marking his territory.

“Should I cum in you? Should I fill you up? Have my cum dripping down your legs then send you to see Hyunjin? I bet you would like that wouldn’t you?” he grunts into your ear, his earlier jealousy and anger returning as he approaches his own orgasm.

“J-Ji, I-I’m gonna c-cum again,” you stutter out and he maintains the same pace. The build up to your second orgasm came quickly since he never actually stopped fuck you but for a second.

“Nobody is stopping you baby,” Is his only response before your second orgasm comes crashing down over you. You usually never cum without some clit stimulation but for some reason, you just did. Your moan gets stuck in your throat as you cum again, your knees buckling in.

“Fuck, princess. You’re sucking me in so good. I’m gonna cum in this sweet cunt. Put a baby in you so everyone knows you belong to me. Fuck. I’ll get Hyunjin in here to eat my cum out of your pussy since he wants you so bad,” his words are like static in your ears as he continues to thrust into you before he stills, emptying himself into your waiting cunt.

“You’re mine. Nobody else’s. You belong to me. Only me,” he’s rambling into your ear before he slowly stops and gently lays your chest back down on the counter, laying his body across your back.

“Y/n?”

“Hm?”

“You okay?” His voice is soft. You finally start coming back to your senses as his finger tips rub up and down your sides.

“Yes. Are you okay?” You turn your head to face him and he sits up, his gaze meeting yours.

“I love you,” is all he replies before his hands rub down your side and against your hip bones, sore from hitting the counter’s edge over and over.

“I love you so much, Jisung,” You lock eyes with him before he leans forward and presses his lips to your’s.

i wrote this just for u pookie<3