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Iâll Take Care Of You
Pairing: Lando Norris x reader
Warnings: sick Lando, smut
You weren't supposed to show up at the Las Vegas GP because you had your own business commitments, but knowing the state Lando was in, you decided to drop everything and come with him. You knew he needed you there and there wasn't a second of doubt in your mind whether or not to go with him when you saw how sick he really was.
After Brazil, Lando was not feeling well mentally. He couldn't sleep, he wouldn't eat or drink, his mood was at zero and all of this affected his immune system which resulted in him falling ill just before the Vegas GP.
Your heart ached seeing him like this because you knew there was nothing you could do except be there for him until he got through it. The only good thing about all of this was taking the pressure of being a world champion off his shoulders until next season at least.
Before the Vegas race, Lando could barely function, to be honest. His nose was blocked, his head was pounding, and he could barely hear in one ear.
As you closely followed the race in the garage, it no longer mattered to you which place he would take, you just prayed that he would finish the race safely and successfully so you can get him out of there.
So once the race was finally over, you were relieved, and so was he. When he got out of the car and took his helmet and balaclava off his head, he immediately looked for you with his eyes.
"Baby.." You looked at him sadly, approaching him and extending your arms towards him. "Are you alright?"
"Hey, love" His head fell onto your shoulder as he buried his face in your neck, pulling you closer to him. "I feel so sick" He sighed quietly and you immediately put your palm against his forehead to check his temperature.
"Lan, you're burning"
He was exhausted, so tired he could barely keep his eyes open and head up. He desperately needed to rest and all you wanted was to get out of there as soon as possible.
"Go get changed and we're going to the hotel, okay?" You tell him.
"No, I don't wanna go to the hotel, I wanna go home." He says.
"Lan, you can't get on a plane like this. You need to get some rest first and then we're gonna go home"
"No, please baby, I just wanna go to our home, please. I really need it. I know I'll feel better as soon as we get home." He whines. You sigh for a moment just looking at him as you ponder if this really is a smart decision. "Please" His eyes plead and you finally agree.
He was clinging to you the entire flight, holding his head in your lap and trying to sleep. He still had a fever so you improvised compresses to put over his forehead.
Lando wasn't sick often, but once in a while when he caught a cold, it would wipe him out. It was the same this time. He was bedridden for a week, and you were there every day taking care of him. He wasn't even exaggerating, he was really sick and you were worried he would get dehydrated or his condition would get worse. You even wanted to take him to the emergency room, but he promised he was fine and just needed you by his side.
Once he finally felt well enough to get out of bed and go further than the bathroom, you felt a pair of arms hug you around your waist as you prepared lunch in the kitchen.
"Hey, baby" Your eyes lit up when you saw him.
"Hey" He smiled nuzzling his head into your neck and leaving a kiss.
"Are you feeling any better?" You asked.
"Mhm. My throat is still a little sore, but I feel much better." He says in a hoarse voice.
"Well, good then." You rise on your tiptoes to leave a kiss on his cheek. "You have no idea how happy that makes me. You really got me worried."
"Thank you for taking care of me" He smiles putting your face between his hands.
"You don't need to thank me for that. I enjoy doing it."
"I know, but that's my job - to take care of you and me."
"You know how they say, 'in sickness and in health'." You both laugh considering you're not even engaged yet, let alone married even though people around you keep asking you about it all the time.
"Do I hear the wedding bells?" Lando asks.
"I don't know, do you?"
"I think I do." He smirks biting his lip before pressing his lips against yours knowing it's only a matter of time before he proposes to you.
Although he felt better physically, he still hadn't mentally recovered from the 'defeat', even though he didn't want to admit it. But it gave him away when you looked for him on his side of the bed in your sleep and couldn't find him.
You squinted at your phone to see what time it was and when it showed 2 a.m. you found it strange that he wasn't there because he usually sleeps all night.
You headed straight for the living room where you found him on the couch in front of the TV. He was lying down in his boxers, watching TV, but his gaze was thoughtful and you knew something was bothering him.
"Lan?"
"Baby, what are you doing awake?" He asks extending his arm for you to lie down next to him.
"I have the same question for you." You say taking a place next to him and leaning your head against his chest.
"Couldn't sleep, I was tossing and turning the whole time. I got up so I wouldn't wake you up."
"And why couldn't you sleep?" You ask, but he stays silent. "Baby, what's bothering you? Talk to me, please."
"You already know what it is" He sighs tracing his fingers over your shoulder. "But I don't wanna talk about it anymore. I really don't, I just need to get through it."
"Is there anything I can do about it?"
"You're here with me. That's all I need." He says placing a kiss to your forehead.
But you were determined to do something, anything, to make him feel at least a little better. And what's better than satisfying him to relieve him of frustration and tension.
Besides, it's been over two weeks since the last time you fucked. You'd be lying if you said you didn't need him in the same way and you thought tonight was the perfect opportunity for both of you so you straddled him and started kissing him gently.
He gave in to the kiss, not yet realizing what you were up to. It was only when you slowly started grinding your hips against him that he smiled into the kiss.
"What's on your mind, baby?" He asked gripping your hips.
"Just wanna make you feel better" You said moving your lips to his neck. He moaned throwing his head back and you felt him starting to get hard underneath you.
You soon positioned yourself between his legs and pulled his boxers down. He quickly got rid of them, throwing them aside, and you began to kiss him around his length.
"Wanna please you" You said between kisses.
He took his cock in his hand and tapped it against your lips. You stuck out your tongue and licked his tip making him groan in response. You teased him by slowly licking him up and down and he was starting to get impatient.
"Baby, please" He whispered stroking himself against your lips.
"Please, what, Lan?" You asked innocently, stopping his hand and cupping his balls.
"Put it in your mouth"
His breath catches as your lips finally wrap around his cock. He collects your hair into a ponytail and tilts his head to get a better look at you taking him all the way in.
You keep taking him deeper and deeper until his tip hit the back of your throat and you gag around him.
"Oh fuck.." He moans while his fingers keep raking and twirling in your hair. Your hand soon replaces your mouth as you spit on his tip and stroke him up and down. You don't want him to cum this way, you want him to cum inside you and you know he's close so you straddle him again guiding his cock to your entrance.
"Fuck, baby, fuck" His hands are pulling your night dress up to reveal your ass and grab it. He lets out a low groan as you slowly sink down on him. Leaning back, he shifts his hips up to adjust how he's sitting.
"You feel so good, so big inside of me" You whine as your rock your hips back and forth.
"Yeah?" His breath is ragged as he grips your hips tighter and attaches his lips against your neck.
"Stretching me out so good, Lan, shit" You make special effort to compliment him tonight as you keep on riding him quickening your pace.
He grips your ass tighter pulling you down harder on him. His breath is ragged in your ear and it makes you take him deeper and harder needing him to lose control. And you know what's coming next when you feel him twitch inside you.
"I'm cumming" He chokes out triggering your own orgasm. You clench around him as he fills you up biting his teeth into your skin.
He hugged you tightly, kissing your forehead while you lay leaning against his chest, barely catching your breath from the sweet release you both needed so desperately.
"I love you" He whispers. "I love you more than anything"
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can i just say i wouldâve wanted this over the caitvi sex scene
or i wouldâve given up about half that scene for a sliver of this
this is not me saying i donât like caitvi or favoring timebomb over them; i have liked caitvi much longer, preferred it over like every other ship in the show for a good long while (fixating on timebomb, so i wouldnât say i do currently)
but⌠i mean, a moment between them supposedly so intimate and close â showing what happened with them between the scene he stops her from setting off the bomb and their entrance into battle, vs a sex scene that felt more like fan service than anything? vi being locked in a jail cell after her sister practically tells her âhey iâm gonna go off myself you just stick right hereâ, seeing her sister depressed in the corner of the same cell, not eating or moving or doing much of anything other than harming herself (and literally being so at risk of suicide they took anything she could possibly do it with, but we wonât get into that) â would you be having sex in that same cell?
i mean, i liked the scene, from a romantic and emotional and intimate and blah blah blah standpoint
but thereâs literally no explanation to how they got all dressed up and turned jinxâs hideout airborne, not even like a minute long montage
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just the tip (one-shot)
summary: you're ready to take the next step with logan, but you're still a bit nervous. pairing: old man!logan x fem!reader content warnings: explicit smut (18+, mdni), inexperienced reader, missionary, fingering, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, logan can't control himself, implied age gap (but no mention of age), no use of y/n. word count: 3k a/n: ok, this is yet another one-shot of complete old man logan filth. it never really is just the tip, is it? đ¤ i'm just so obsessed with logan and can't figure out which version of him i want to write on most days lol. honestly, idk where this idea originated from, but here we are... i just have a fantasy of old man logan showing me the ropes ya know... anyway, hope you enjoy! đââď¸
Logan doesnât know what he did in this life to ever deserve you. Someone so sweet, so patient, so kind, so pure. He doesnât even know why someone like you would ever be interested in someone like him. He knows heâs no longer in his prime â his hair now a gray shade, beard overgrown with more gray than brown, crowâs feet at the corners of his eyes, wrinkles around his face.Â
And you⌠Youâre obviously much younger than him â everyone is much younger than him â but your innocence and your purity makes you seem so much younger than you really are, despite being very mature for your age. You smile so sweetly at him, gaze at him with such kind eyes that he doesnât ever feel deserving of you.Â
But you had approached him first. All shy and unlike the rest of the girls in your group the night that you both met. You seemed so out of place, like maybe you had just been dragged along for the night because you were quiet, reserved, even when you had three drinks and one shot of tequila already.Â
The rest of your group was loud, outfits way too revealing that everyone had eyes on them. They craved and yearned for the attention, but you were fine with being in the background. This wasnât usually how you spent most Friday nights, but your friends had convinced you and you owed one of them a favor.Â
You werenât the prettiest in the group and you certainly never got the attention of anyone else when you were with them, but you didnât mind. Your friends never made you feel less than you were, always the ones to reassure you and give you the confidence that you lacked.Â
And that night was no different. They had given you the confidence to approach Logan who was keen on spending just a couple of hours drinking his problems and nightmares away. Alone.Â
But when you sat next to him and flashed him that sweet smile paired with those kind eyes, Logan knew he wouldnât have the strength to turn away from you. He tried to act like he wasnât interested, tried to act like talking to you was an inconvenience, but it never deterred you. Instead, you remained seated next to him all throughout the night even well past the time the bar was closing.Â
âYour friends left you,â Logan told you.Â
âThat usually is the plan,â you admitted.Â
His head tilted. âThe plan is to go home with a stranger? Sounds dangerous if you ask me, bub.â
âI donât usually do this.âÂ
âDo what?âÂ
âGo home with a stranger.âÂ
âAinât going home with me,â Logan whispered. âI donât do this either. Too old for this, actually.â
Logan didnât miss the way your face fell at his words. All night, he kept asking himself why did you pick him? What was so special about him that you decided to spend the rest of your night talking to him?Â
âIf I did invite you back to my apartment, would you say yes?â You asked quietly, your kind eyes now filled with hope.Â
âDonât think thatâs a good idea, sweetheart.âÂ
Sweetheart.Â
You didnât push him, wanted to respect his decision and his boundaries. So instead, you grabbed a napkin off the bar counter and a sharpie before writing your name and phone number. âCall me?â
âSure,â Logan lied, staring down at the napkin.Â
Once outside the bar, you pulled out your phone. âWell, I better call a Lyft now. It was really great talking with you, Logan.âÂ
âLet me take you home at least,â he muttered.Â
âOh, you donât have to.âÂ
âIâm a driver,â he chuckled lowly. âIf you called a Lyft, thereâs a high chance that itâd be me who takes you home anyway.âÂ
âOkay,â you smiled up at him and Logan felt his heart race even faster at the sight.Â
And since then, you and Logan had developed a friendship that soon turned physical. Heavy make out sessions and lingering touches, but you hadnât taken that extra step, hadnât gone the full distance.Â
â
âI think Iâm ready,â you tell him, hands resting on his shoulders as you sit on his lap.Â
âFor?â Logan asks, head tilting as his strong hands rest on your upper thighs.Â
âTo have sex with you.âÂ
Logan clears his throat, can feel his manhood stir beneath his pants. He stares into your eyes, tries to search for any uncertainty but you look determined. You look like youâve made up your mind.Â
âSweetheart,â he sighs. âYou know Iâm fine with what weâve been doing. I donât want to push you or make you feel like you need to do this for me. Weâll go at your pace.â
âI trust you,â you admit quietly. âIâm not⌠experienced like other women my age should be, butââ
âInexperienced or not, I donât care about that.â Logan lifts you off his lap and sets you on the couch instead, his hands immediately moving to cover the center of his pants. âWe donât have toââ
âI want this, Logan. I want you. All of you.â You bite your lower lip and move to settle on your knees on the couch, staring up at him. âIâm not a virgin, but I havenât been with many men before.âÂ
Loganâs eyes narrow at you. âOh, that so?â He isnât sure why he feels jealous at your words, imagining other men who've had you in their bed. Heâs had a taste of you, knows exactly what to do to get you to come and youâve done the same to him. And yet, he hasnât had you in a way these other men have.Â
You nod at him, so innocent and pure written on your features. He can sense your nervousness, but he can also smell your arousal. It hits his senses all at once and his gaze darkens. âI just donât want to disappoint you.âÂ
âOh, sweetheart,â Logan smirks. âIâve seen the way you suck my cock,â he growls. âYou ainât gonna disappoint me.âÂ
You feel the heat rise in your cheeks, feel the wetness begin to settle between your legs, dampening your panties at his words. You loved when he would talk dirty to you; it only excited you even more. âYâ You like that, huh?âÂ
Logan nods and stands up from the couch, lifting you into his arms without issue. âOf course,â he whispers, taking you to his bedroom as he walks into the room with you in his arms. âI love the fact that you like doing it too.âÂ
You nod in agreement. âI do love it.âÂ
Logan grins and sets you on his bed, watching as you prop yourself on your hands with your lower lip pulled between your teeth. And he wants so badly to respond and tell you that he loves you, but he doesnât. Everyone that heâs ever loved was taken from him, so he doesnât say anything.Â
âI know, youâre like a crazed animal.â Logan chuckles.Â
You pout up in his direction and gently reach out to tug on the waistband of his pants, pulling him to stand between your legs as your free hand moves to massage his crotch.Â
âSee what I mean?â He groans, hardening even further with every graze of your hand. Logan gently takes your hand from him and shakes his head, lifting you further up the bed as he climbs atop of you. âYou sure about this?âÂ
You nod and move your hands to rest on his chest, feeling the muscle flex beneath your fingertips. âYes,â you say almost breathlessly. âIâm just a bit nervous.âÂ
Loganâs gaze softens and he looks down at you. You had broken through his hard exterior, had nestled your way into his heart, and even Charles had taken notice. You make him feel young again, like not all of the worldâs responsibilities are weighing heavy on his shoulders. With you, he feels free, at peace. You manage to quiet all of the voices in his head, but heâd never tell you that.Â
âWeâll go at your pace,â he whispers, moving his hand down your side.Â
âIâm just nervous I wonât be able to take all of you,â you admit.Â
Logan chuckles and leans back on his knees to gently tug down your shorts and panties. He tosses it carelessly to the side and instantly, he smells your arousal hit his senses. He looks down at your lower half, sex glistening with your wetness. âItâll fit,â he says lowly, hands moving up your legs. âWeâll make sure it does.âÂ
âMaybe just start with the tip?â you ask, grabbing the ends of your oversized t-shirt above your head. You lie back down, hair splaying on his pillows as your body is now fully exposed and on full display for him.
Logan nods, pulling off his white tank-top over his head. He stands up momentarily to push down his pants, his manhood now standing at attention and leaking at the tip. He reaches down and strokes himself once, twice, before he settles himself between your legs.Â
âGonna get you ready for me first,â Logan whispers, his large hand splaying over your abdomen as it slides down towards where you need him the most. He hovers above you, lips resting just near your ear as he slowly slides his middle finger past your folds. It slides in with ease, your slickness allowing for easy entry. Logan gently nips on your earlobe, grunting in your ear as you let out a quiet whimper at the intrusion.Â
âLogan,â you moan quietly, moving a hand to rest on his large bicep, gripping it tightly. This isnât the first time Loganâs fingered you, but the anticipation of whatâs to come has you clenching around his digit unintentionally.Â
âAlready so wet fâme,â he whispers into your ear, slowly adding another digit into your depths. Logan ruts against the mattress, trying to find his own relief as he slowly begins to pump his fingers in and out of you.Â
You turn your head and bury your face against the crook of his neck, teeth grazing against his skin. âLogan,â you whimper, gasping quietly as you feel another digit enter you.Â
âThatâs three already, sweetheart,â Logan growls as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you. When he feels your teeth gently bite down on his neck, he groans, thrusting his three digits inside of you as he begins to curl his fingers within your depths. âCome fâme, honey.â
âLogan, Iââ you shut your eyes tightly and arch your back, your breasts pushing against his chest. Your walls tighten even further around his digits, your hips rolling upwards as you ride out your high.Â
Logan smirks and pulls back slowly, looking down at you as your chest heaves up and down. He pulls his fingers from you and looks down at it, his digits glistening with your arousal. He brings it to his lips and sucks your arousal from his fingers, eyes staring into your own once your eyes open. âReady?âÂ
You nod, biting your lower lip in anticipation. âJust the tip, okay?â
âSure, sweetheart.â Logan says, leaning back on his knees as he reaches down to grasp onto the base of his manhood. He leans in closer, running his tip along the length of your sex, applying pressure to your bundle of nerves.
You look down between your legs and bite your lower lip. The sight of him holding onto the base of his length as he rubs his tip up and down the length of your sex, until his tip catches against your opening. âLoganâŚâ you whimper, reaching out for him but he just uses his free hand to grab a hold of your wrists, pinning them above your head.Â
Slowly, Logan pushes his tip into you, feeling your tight walls immediately surround him. He groans and then pulls back, running his tip once more along you. Loganâs grip around your wrists tighten, pressing them further into the mattress as he pushes his tip â and only his tip â inside of your depths. Logan looks down and slowly pushes further into you, hearing you quietly gasp as a few more inches past his tip enter you.
âLogan, wait, babyââÂ
Logan growls and then suddenly slams all the way into you in one stroke. The warmth of your walls surround him, so tight and so wet as his lower half presses firmly against yours. âFuck,â he groans, his now free hand coming up to rest on your cheek.Â
You feel your toes curl at the intrusion â nothing Logan did would have ever prepared you for the size of him. You can feel every inch and vein of his length inside of you, throbbing and stretching you. Itâs so much, all at once, that when he pulls back only to thrust back in all the way, it causes your eyes to flutter.Â
âI saidââ you moan. âStart with the tipâŚâ
âCouldnât help myself,â he groans, leaning down to kiss the tip of your nose. âYou feel so good around me, sweetheart.â Logan feels your legs wrap around his waist, your ankles locking together at his lower back.Â
You nod in agreement, tears stinging your eyes. Loganâs so deep and itâs unlike anything youâve ever felt before. You keep your eyes open and trained on him. He hadnât removed his glasses, now staring at you from the top of his glasses. You try to wiggle your hands free, but Loganâs grip just tightens even further.Â
âLogan, oh god,â you moan, his slow thrusts now picking up speed. He pulls out to his tip and then slams back into you, his tip kissing your cervix with each thrust. His hand moves from your cheek to grip your hip, fingertips digging into the meat of your flesh.Â
He knows that he probably wonât last any longer, the feeling of your tight walls gripping him, the way heâs easily sliding in and out of your depths due to how wet you are for him. Itâs in moments like this where he doesnât know why you still stick around, why you still continue to choose him. Logan releases your hands and grips your hips in both hands, pulling back to look down at you. Logan continues to thrust into you, the sound of his skin slapping against yours echo off the walls of his room.Â
Your hands immediately move to grip his sheets and he can feel your walls begin to tremble once more, can feel you begin to tighten around his length. Logan groans, eyes moving along your frame, his gaze lingering at the sight of your breasts bouncing with each sharp thrust he delivers. He knows his grip around your hips will leave marks and the thought of you walking around, going about your day with marks of him suddenly makes him feel territorial, suddenly has this desire to make everyone know that youâre his.Â
âLogan, Iâm gonnaââÂ
âYeah, baby,â he groans. âI know, come fâme.âÂ
And just on cue, your legs tighten even further around his waist as your walls tighten around his length. He can feel you shaking, can feel just a rush of wetness. âLogan!âÂ
He groans. Heâd never get tired of hearing his name escape your lips at the height of pleasure. Loganâs hips stutter, feeling a tightness build in the pit of his stomach as he chases his own release. He releases your hips to rest his hands on the mattress near your head, slamming his hips into yours â once, twice, three times before he releases inside of you, his seed filling you. He should have asked first, should have thought about using a condom, but when he pulls out of you and watches his seed trickle out of you, the guilt disappears immediately.Â
You stare up at him and then follow his gaze down between your legs, watching his spend come out of you and drop down onto his mattress, staining his sheets. âYouâll have to wash these now,â you tease, your voice almost breathless.Â
âWorth it,â he whispers, leaning down and gently pecking your lips.Â
âWas thatâ Was I okay?â you ask quietly, your hands slowly moving to his hair.Â
âOh, sweetheart,â Logan says softly. âWeâre gonna be doing more of that.â
 An excitement flickers in your eyes and you grin, leaning up on your elbows to gently capture his lips with your own. âAnd just so weâre clear⌠I donât mind that you came inside.âÂ
Logan pulls back and looks down at you. âYeah?âÂ
âYeah,â you nod. âI like knowing that I can still feel you.âÂ
Logan smirks and he can feel himself slowly begin to get hard again. His regenerative powers arenât all that quick anymore, so heâs surprised that his manhood is stirring awake, yearning for you yet again.Â
âNext time we do this,â you begin quietly. âCan I ride you?âÂ
Logan groans as he moves his hips, his tip slowly brushing against you. He slowly lies on his back and reaches down to stroke himself, eyes running across your frame. âCome on, then.âÂ
âWait,â you bite your lower lip. âYouâreâ How?âÂ
âYou make it easy,â he winks, reaching out to gently tap your hip. âTake what you need, sweetheart.â
You move to straddle his hips and Logan looks down to see his release trickle out of you, dripping onto the hair at his base. He stares up at you, feeling you slide down his length and he watches you tilt your head back, a moan escaping your lips. Logan bites his lower lip, hands moving to your hips as he gazes up at you. Logan knows that youâre way out of his league, that you deserve to be with someone closer to your age, but fuck â heâs going to keep you for as long as you allow.Â
Because Logan knows that heâs so deep in his feelings for you that he wonât ever choose to let you go.Â
And now, as youâre slowly rocking your hips, heâs going to keep this image in his mind until the day he dies.Â
His girl. His.
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Pairing: Dazai x f!reader
Contents: NSFW, car sex (unfortunately for Kunikida), breath play, dazai levels of whining, but he always gets what he wants doesn't he, Approx. 1.5k words
âDonât even think about it,â you breathed, grinding your hips against Dazaiâs. His mouth fell open, eyes fluttering shut as a moan left his lips before it turned into a strained laugh. Dazai guided your hand to his neck. He bit at your lower lip playfully, languid thrusts drawing out your pleasure with every deep stroke.Â
âPretty please?â Dazai whispered to your ear, his lazy smile widening as your fingers grazed the bandages he always wrapped himself in. âIâll be a real good boy about it.â
âYouâve been anything but for the last half-hour,â you retorted. âIâll think about it.â
Dazai pouted, his trademark gaze of innocence returning. He knew how to get what he wanted; even if it required you to play this game of fetch every time. Instead, you ground your hips down, enjoying the friction of him bottoming out in you.
The parking lot was empty this late, keeping your undertakings pleasantly obscured under the roof of your car.Â
You werenât meant to be here, precisely.Â
Nor Kunikidaâs carâ it was supposed to be back hours ago. But then again Dazai was ever the opportunist; why waste a perfectly good vehicle when youâve already used it the whole day to spy on a client? Might as well give yourself a treat for a job well done.
Dazai brushed your hair to the side, teeth sinking into your soft skin. You couldnât move much, your hips straddling Dazaiâs and the steering wheel digging into your back with his every thrust. He was keeping you in place, not giving much of any opportunity even as you wriggled and panted against his lips.Â
Postponing your orgasm was becoming somewhat of a speciality of his, especially with how grumpy it got you the longer he played around. That was what he wanted, more often than not. Predicting your actions was easy, and knowing how far to push to reach your breaking pointâ
easier.
Then he might get what he wanted.Â
Your hands drew him closer, your focus waning as the pressure built up again. You werenât going to let Dazai ruin this one too. Maybe it counted as giving in or perhaps you felt like you were taking control this time, butâŚ
Delicate fingers trailed around Dazaiâs neck, making him shudder the moment he realised what you were up to. He wanted it, of course. As much as it annoyed you how desperate he would get only to have your hands wrap around his throat, the pressure building with every second.
You knew he liked the thrill of it. The suicidal maniac in him was ecstaticâplaying with life like that. You on the other hand felt your worry building every time he so much as looked at you with that pleading gaze. It was only a play, no real harm behind it.
Plenty of people were into breath play, and yetâŚit felt different.Â
It scared you, sometimesâjust a bit.
âChange of heart?â Dazaiâs eyes were hooded. He looked beautiful like this, flush all the way down his chest. His hand trailed up your thigh, gripping tightly.
âWe make a deal?â you asked, arching forward. He was easy to bargain with, like this. âI do this, and you give me the best orgasm Iâve ever had? No half-assing here, Osamu.â
Dazai fluttered his lashes and his grin turned vicious. âI do as you please, oh great beauty of mine.â And you could only blink your eyes closed, hands wrapped around his neck in preparation.
Dazai raised you up suddenly, his cock slipping out of you.
âWh-at?â you asked, grabbing into his shoulders for balance.Â
âIâm a fast worker, what can I say?â Dazai smirked.Â
His hand went to your entrance, drawing slow steady drags of his fingers against your wet pussy lips. The moment his fingers entered you, a shudder crawled up your spine.Â
You werenât sure where he was going with this. His fingers made quick work, moving within your walls and twisting to your sweet spot often enough to make you dizzy. You almost forgot what you were meant to do with your hands.
âFuck,â you said, trying to force your attention back into focus.Â
Dazai was looking at you, enjoying every second of it.Â
A few more strokes and his hand pulled away, only for his cock to enter you again, sudden and filling. Your thighs clenched around him, breath coming ragged. The fingers now covered in your wetness went to skilfully move over your clit, thumb rocking back and forth in time with Dazaiâs every thrust.
You had to remind yourself to breathe, eyes back to Dazaiâs face. He was watching you, head thrown back as a smirk tilted his lips. You could have been a sight to see for all you knew.
But that didnât bother you.
You reached up, tracing his jawline with both hands before going lower. Dazaiâs whole focus was on you, every detail engraving itself in his mind as you wrapped your hands around his neck.Â
Such delicate work under these circumstances wasnât ideal. You felt Dazai try to swallow under your hands, the pressure barely there to distract him. But he knew this was only a warmup. It takes time for you to ease into it; this wasnât the first time you were hesitant to do this.
Dazaiâs cheeks reddened. Slowly, ever so slowly, your pressure increased, and you marvelled at the way Dazai moaned weakly from the sensation of literary being suffocated.Â
Dazaiâs eyes fluttered shut, head thrown back as his hold on you waist tightened.
He was beautiful like this, so vulnerable and entirely at your mercy.Â
You tried to regulate, watching his every twitch and grunt for the air he lacked. You were bringing him to the brink only to relax just enough to get his bearings back together.Â
Your legs were trembling from the strain, seeing as Dazaiâs trust became sporadic, trying to force out as much of his strength into fucking you. Your lower belly tingled with your release which was steadily building up.Â
Dazaiâs thumb didnât stop, his hand going down to your entrance to gather more of your wetness before coming back to stroke at your clit. You could barely breathe at this point.
Dazai looked at you, choked sounds falling from his open mouth even as his upper teeth bit into his lip. He was having the time of his life.
âGood boy.â You smiled, diving for a kiss as your hands squeezed firmer, swallowing Dazaiâs whine as your tongue trailed inside his mouth. Saliva trickled down his chin, making him a bigger mess with every second.
You felt his legs spasm, the tension increasing. Your pussy clenched around him, just the way he liked before he was near.
You held him, not letting go even as his belly fluttered, twitching with every strain to push his orgasm forward. You forced him into the seat, Dazaiâs neck bared prettily as you hovered over him, the sound of your kissing filling the air almost as much as his rapid trusts as he struggled to reach you.Â
âCome on, pretty boy. Iâve got you,â you panted against Dazaiâs lips.
Pleasure seeped in, not suddenly this time, but a steady buildup of more more moreâand you were cumming, cunt fluttering around his cock enough to force Dazaiâs eyes open, staring wide at the rooftop as a pitiful moan vibrated right from his chest. You felt his cock twitch inside you a moment later, his spent shooting inside you, warm and thick.
You only loosened your hold on him when you were sure he was coming down from the high. Dazaiâs head lolled to the side, eyes still closed as he breathed hard between coughs for air. He looked utterly exhausted, his face pale with overstrain. He barely had the strength to move, let alone slip out of you.Â
Not that you could help, flopping against his chest to breathe in his musky scent. The air around you was hot, almost foggy. Like in those sappy romance movies where the couple run away to their car to finally have some alone time.
Except this one wasnât yours.
You pulled yourself back, reaching with a groan for your phone.Â
âWhatcha doinâ?â Dazai asked, kissing at your shoulder. He looked so pretty as he blinked at you, face serene.Â
âLooking for a nearby car wash,â you said, forcing your eyes to the screen.Â
A silence before Dazaiâs hearty laugh filled the space. You looked at him, eyebrow raised.Â
âWere you expecting something else?âÂ
âNot in the slightest,â Dazai said, clearing a tear from his eye. He still smiled when he said, âKunikida sure has a great friend in you.â
âIn both of us.â You leaned in for a quick peck. âSeeing as weâll be splitting the bill.â
Dazai groaned but it didnât sound as sincere as he wouldâve liked. He pulled you in close, pouting all the while as you pretended not to notice him. He got his way this time around, itâs not like he had much to complain about.Â
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Corrupted!Jayce + Reunion Sex
Pairing: Jayce Talis x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, breeding kink, reunited and it feels so good, hair-pulling (for Jayce), size difference, cunnilingus, injured!Jayce, feral!Jayce
Ko-Fi | Rules | Fandoms and Characters
A/N: This is all your fault @multi-fandom-imagine, I love you.
He collapsed against you the moment you hugged him, his hands clinging to your clothes, his body failing him but he kept pushing himself to get home to you
Even though his lips are cracked and shaking he still kisses you with everything he's got
With a groan he carries you to the bed, your smaller body bouncing off the bed before he stills you with strong hands
There's no time to tell you where he's been, he knows he doesn't have much time to spare as is so he will make the most if it
Something is different about him, he seems different from the Jayce you knew, he was the same yet not
Not even the way he touched you was the same
It was very rushed, desperate, needy, full of lust as his hands pealed off your clothes, his hands mapping your body like he hadn't had you for years
"I can't explain. There's no time. But... I need you... I need you right now and I... I feel like I'm losing my mind. But you're here, you're real, I can feel you. I need to feel all of you, babe."
Jayce almost starts crying when he sees you naked
His cock was hard before that even happened
Before he didn't have the time or energy to pleasure himself, it was the farthest thing from his mind, all he thought of was how to survive, how to get back
Now all he wants is to feel your pussy around his cock again
He almost starts drooling when he sees how wet you are
As his hands cup your ass cheeks he raises your pussy to his mouth, kissing, lapping, fast, sloppy movements with his tongue and lips
There is none of that slow build up or teasing you're used to from him
"How can I wait? I've waited for so long. Missed your taste, your moans, your body, your perfect little cunt. So desperate for me to fill it. I know beautiful, I know. I want you too. Just let me have this for a while longer."
As he licks into you your hands go to his hair, pushing the messy locks, noting how much longer his hair is now
His moan travels from your clit up your spine and to your brain
You feel his beard scratching your inner thighs while Jayce tries to get you closer, impossibly closer
Doesn't let you get away from him until he feels your thighs clamp down around his head and fall over his shoulders
He doesn't wipe your pussy juices off his face, he's frantically lining his cock up with your hole and thrusting the full length into you
You moan in unison as he stretches your hole open, you should be used to that feeling by now but it always makes your eyes roll back, the thickness of him so much better than your fingers
Jayce growls and huffs as he grabs your hips and ruts into you, not holding back, the pace almost painful, you can't even understand what he's saying anymore, he's already getting pussydrunk on the feeling of your inner walls squeezing his cock
"That's it, that's my girl, that's the cunt I remember. Feeling so good. Ah, I love you, please know that, no matter what I do, no matter what I've done, I love you! I want... I always wanted a family with you. I couldn't say it before but now I want you to know. Can I... can I come inside of you? Just... want you be mine, want to get you pregnant, want to... I'll do it... fuck a gods damn baby into you!"
Even as he was rambling, his eyes staring into yours, tears all but spilling down his face he still held you close
It was true that you never talked about having a family
But it was clear that what ever he experianced put some things into perspective for Jayce
His hips smacked into yours with raw lust, his balls full and desperate to be emptied, his cock twitching every time your pussy squeezed around it
Jayce hisses as he bends his injured leg to fuck you harder, ramming his cock so deep into your pussy
The flash of pain is quickly followed by pleasure as he finishes, his cock pushed all the way inside of you, his hands leaving marks on your hips as you're filled up with warm seed
He doesn't stop, as he feels your cunt spasming around him and your nails scratching down his back he gets going again, his warm breath coming out fast and ragged
There's nothing in his head except the need, the thought of making sure you're thoroughly breed before he leaves the room
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softcore siren | m. verstappen
warnings: 18+/ suggestive â minors dni.
softcore porn streamer max has been in my mind all day for some reason, so i wanted to get this little thing out for me + @thef1diary seeing as she was so onboard with it too. definitely want to delve into this more!! drop into my inbox and hit me with your thoughts on this! <3
softcore porn streamer! max verstappen is a man you accidentally stumble across one day when scrolling through the âjust chattingâ category. the thumbnail for the stream is a still image of max in a shirt that fits his chest snuggly, strong arms bulging slightly as he has his arms crossed at his front.
heâs an attractive manâ you canât deny thatâ so you decide fuck it, and click onto the stream.
as soon as the stream and chat loads, youâre hit with a mix of of thirsting messages in the side bar, and maxâs low, accented voice as he spoke to everyone. he isnât talking about anything specific, just chatting away and answering any questions he can see in the flurry of horny messages.
suddenly he lets out a warm laugh, and itâs unexpectedly charming. âalright, alright,â he rolls his eyes playfully, âi see your messages. i see what youâre here for, calm down. weâll get to it,â he winks, leaning right to the camera momentarily as he shifts himself upwards to sit in a more comfortable position. the eye contact through the screen causes a breath to catch in your throat.
as max sits back he stretches right up, allowing his shirt to ride up and give the viewers a sliver of stomach. you couldnât deny your eyes scanned the area the full time it was on screen, silently begging it to go even further. then, max moved his hands behind his head, allowing his arms to flex with his muscles bulging through the-short sleeved shirt. his softer chest area became more defined as the shirt tugged against it, until he allowed his arms to fall to his side.
he topped it all off with what could only be described as a soft moan, his eyes fluttered shut and his freckled lip curving into a smile.
your eyes drifted to his chat once more, watching the flood of messages be sent in as max teased his body, adding a moan at the end of his little show. some people were begging him to flex his arms again, for him to go shirtless, whereas others took a more meme-like approach. âdo you need a bra for them?â, for example.
you wanted to join in on the fun, so you did. you didnât say anything extreme, more-so joining the thirsty comments but keeping your own tame. a simple âgod, youâre so fine?â, allowing it to get buried within the pile.
but it didnât.
your eyes widened as your chat was highlighted with âfirst time chatterâ, and fuckâ since when was that a thing?
max seems to catch sight, raising a brow as he catches your comment and the fact youâre new. âoh? we have a new chatter, guys. welcome in,â he smiles, looking to the camera and winking. âappreciate the compliment.â
your breath caught in your throat at him reacting to your message and greeting you, that you didnât even catch the amount of welcomes you got from his regulars. there were even a few âsheâs so lucky??â from others.
max grins before leaning back in his chair, his crossed arms resting over his front again. this time though he was pushed back a little more, allowing him to lift his foot onto his chair as he perched into a position where his thighs were in shot. and shitâ you were not expecting that.
his grin only widened as the chat had another outburst about him, commenting about his thighs and what they wanted to do to them. though he was reading them, he had ignored them and went back to what the previous topic. âaww, no other message from newbie?â he fake pouted, before peering right into the camera lens once more. âdonât worry though, everyone starts out shy, confused. youâll figure out soon enough why youâre here.â
and the thing isâ heâs right. you do find out why youâre here.
you stay on the stream much longer than you had intended to, watxhing as he balances humour, flirtation, and just the right amount of teasing and mischief. you realise his fans arenât just obsessed with his looksâ theyâre drawn to the way he makes everyone feel seen, chats to them like he would any other person.
by the end of the stream, youâre still not entirely sure how you got sucked into max verstappenâ the softcore porn streamer on twitchâs front page. but as you close the tab for the night, your cheeks are hot and thereâs a lingering smile on your face.
one things for certain: this wouldnât be the last time.
âË⥠enjoy this? i hope you did! please come chat to me about it in my ask box! publicly or on anonâ iâll answer everything <3
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đđ đđđđđ.. you have another study session with chris and he suggests a way to really help him remember
smut, oral (male receiving), swearing, stripping, kinda sub!chris, use of y/n, frat boy!chris, college au
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chrisâ eyebrows furrowed as he peered down at the textbook in front of him, trying his hardest to try to absorb what he was actually reading. you smiled softly at his actions, finding it almost endearing how hard he was trying. it was only basic american history, but to chris it might as well have been written in latin.
âokay,â you spoke softly, watching as his gaze met yours, âtell me what you read.â
chris closed his eyes and exhaled, as if to mentally prepare himself to recite the text he just read. you had been trying a new method of studying with chris, deeming it nearly foolproof. well, for you, but any study method for you was easy. you would have chris read a chapter section by section, then try to reiterate everything he read out loud and teach it to you. âwell,â he began, his expression puzzled as he thought, âthe pilgrims came from england because they wanted land.â you smiled, watching as he continued to speak. âand, uh.. they wanted religious freedom too.â
âyeah,â you grinned, nodding your head, âwhat else?â
his face dropped, looking at you like you were just speaking a foreign language. âwhat do you mean what else?â
âi mean,â you giggled, âwhy else did they come here? where did they land, what were the colonies like, thereâs more to it. you need to remember details.â
chris groaned loudly, burying his head in his crossed arms as he flopped his head down on his desk. he peaked up at you, his brown curls that were tucked into his backwards hat falling loose over his eyes.
you knew heâd been working hard, getting his grades up high enough to keep him on the lacrosse team. however once they were where they needed to be, they had to stay there. much to your delight, you had been tutoring (and fucking) chris for longer than anticipated. youâd figured that you would have just been another number added to his body count after the frat party, but chris was very adamant on wanting to see you again. and being his tutor three days a week made it so much easier. you both decided studying at each otherâs dorms would be a more sufficing place to study, finding the privacy much more convenient than the library.
ây/n this is so hard,â he complained, his voice whiny as he looked up at you, âi canât remember anything.â
you pouted slightly, sympathizing for him as you ran your fingers across his shoulders in attempts to help him relax. he sighed, eyes meeting yours as he looked up at you. âyouâre doing really well,â you told him quietly as you scratched his back, âyour average went up a whole letter grade in a month while you have been playing lacrosse. thatâs not easy.â
âiâm gonna fail my test next week if i canât remember this shit.â he mumbled into his crossed arms as he sighed.
you hummed, continuing to trace your nails along his back over his sweatshirt. âletâs take a break, hm? your brain is probably fried right now.â
chris tilted his head back against the chair, leaning down and sprawling his legs out underneath the desk, his arms crossing over into his face. âeverything i try doesnât work.â he grumbled.
you halt your movements on his back, your brows furrowing. âwhat do you mean?â
âevery method of studying youâve taught me. nothing works. flash cards, blurting, re writing notes. it wonât stay in my brain, like, at all.â chris says, looking over at you. âyou look confused.â
âi am,â you murmur, âbut youâve passed your tests. you got Bs and even a few As. what do you mean it isnât working?â
chris buries his face in his hands on his desk, trying his best to explain it. in the last month, he was convinced itâs been the hardest he ever had to work in school, and it seemed to have been getting the best of him. âitâs like, i learn this shit, but not all of it stays in my brain. iâm only, like, 70% sure of the answers i put on tests and whatever. i need to remember.â
you look at him, drawing your hand back into your lap and crossing them together. you look down at your lap blink, trying to think of a new method of studying. everything you tried had worked for you, how hard can it be for chris to learn? sure, he is nowhere near your academic level, but studying a skill you can learn, the same way you can learn how to play lacrosse.
âwell,â you begin slowly, âare there any ⌠ideas you may have? maybe some sort of association we can work on-â
chris perks up at this. âassociation?â
you blink again, nodding slowly. âyeah, like ⌠maybe we can try and relate something to what youâve just read, and then that association will help you remember?â
youâve never tried this method before. hell, you never even have thought about it before, you were just trying to put yourself in chrisâ shoes and rack your brain on how you can get him to remember.
heâs smirking now. itâs working.
âi have an idea,â he nearly purrs, leaning in closer towards you, âyou strip for me.â
your eyes are wide as you look at chris. âstrip?â you sputter, âlike, like how?â
now heâs got a cheshire cat grin smile plastered on his face. he nods, eyeing you up and down. âcome on, y/n/n, itâll be fun,â he coaxes, âiâll remember all this shit so clearly if i associate it with seeing you in just your panties.â
you smirk softly, your eyes flickering between his lips and bright blue eyes. âfine,â you say, âbut you better get an A on this test or weâre back to flashcards.â
he smiles wide and leans in to peck your lips, pulling away to return to his abandoned open textbook, finding where he had left off. âokay, so,â he grinned, turning to look at you, âhow are we doing this?â
now itâs your turn to smile. âi think a reward system will do - for every correct answer to a question i give, iâll take a piece of my clothes off. deal?â
chris swallows hard, his eyes wide as he nods. he isnât used to you being the one calling the shots, and he can already feel his dick twitching at the thought. ây-yeah. thatâs cool, thatâs cool.â
you smile as you watch the brunette not-so-subtly re-adjust his shorts and return to his book, looking even more engaged than before. this time, he actually studies the text, taking in as much information as his brain will hold. before he even realizes, forty five minutes have gone by, and heâs finished the chapter.
he looks up, turning to you, closing the book. âokay, iâm ready. hit me.â
a grin creeps across your face, sitting up straight as you turn to face chris. âtell me about jamestown.â
chris inhales, closing his eyes as he recalls the paragraphs upon paragraphs he just read. âit was the first colony.â
you smile, nodding for him to continue.
âit was in virginia. john smith, like, ran it. he taught all the settlers how to farm and shit so the colony would survive.â he says, looking to you for reassurance almost, and exhales happily when he sees you smiling and nodding.
âgood job,â you say in a sultry voice, your hands crossed across your chest, toying with the ends of your shirt, âtell me more about the early colonies.â
chrisâ eyes go wide as he watches you tease him, his erection growing more and more as he tries to focus.
âthere was a fuck ton in new england. plymouth was the big one, that was here in mass. they came on the mayflower and wanted to be separated from the church. so, uh, they became puritans.â
you canât help but smile. you feel like a proud parent watching their kid walk for the first time. you life your shirt over your head, revealing your laced bra, leaving very little to chrisâ imagination. he swallows hard, eyes raking over you and your body, his dick fully hard now and poking up against his sweat shorts.
âmy eyes are up here chris,â you smile slyly, leaning forward to tilt his chin back up to you. âtell me about the puritans.â
chris swallows hard, slowly bringing his eye back up to you, breathing heavily. you could tell this was really getting to him, watching as he tried to think of something other than your tits. âthey didnât want to be a part of the church of england anymore. they wanted to, like, purify it or whatever.â
âor whatever?â you smirked, cocking your head to the side, âi donât think âor whateverâ will pass you on a test.â
he just stares at you blankly, sitting there topless at his desk, before processing what you had just told him. he shakes his head, trying to focus. âyeah, um, they didnât agree with the church of england. they thought it was too catholic, and they wanted to make their own practice.â
you grinned nodding your head. âgood job.â you tell him seductively, standing up slowly as you maintain eye contact. your hands reach around to the back of your pleated skirt, unzipping it and letting it pool around your ankles. you reveal your lace and frilly panties that match your bra, chrisâ eyes going wide. you sit back down, only this time on his lap, his clothed dick pressed against you.
you smile at him, toying with the hair at the nape of his neck. âyou remembering okay?â
his face has no color as he nods, his throat going dry. âyeah,â he stammers, âkeep âem coming.â
you dip your head down, leaving feather-like kisses up his neck, stopping when you get to his ear, biting the lobe softly before speaking quietly again. âone more question, then iâm all yours, think you can do it?â
chris shudders against you, nodding his head as you press a few more kisses to his neck, pulling away as you look down at him. âwhat was the mayflower compact?â
he closes his eyes, his mind buzzing with the thought of you as it goes blank. he tries, he really does, to remember what the hell you just asked him. but the only thing swirling around his head right now was you sitting in his lap half naked. he looks up at you, shaking his head. âi canât remember.â he says softly.
âno?â you pout teasingly, beginning to climb off his lap, âguess i need to put something back on.â
âwait,â he replies, a little too quickly, pulling you back on to his lap by your hips, âi know it, lemme think.â
you grin, watching his eyes screw shut again, racking his brain on what it possibly could be. âthat ⌠that was the contract, right? that all the settlers signed when they got to plymouth?â
âare you asking me or telling me?â you grin, running your hand down his chest, playing with the strings of his hoodie as you leaned in close.
âtelling you.â he whispered, eyes flicking from your own down to your lips. he leans in, about to press his mouth to yours when you pull away.
âwhat was the significance of it?â
âfuck i donât know,â chris whines, furrowing his brows while he looks up at you, âit was to make laws, all the settlers signed it to agree to be civil.â
you giggled, finally giving in and pressing your lips to chrisâ and sighing softly. he was quick to try and deepen the kiss, having grown so needy from the thirty minutes of teasing youâd just put him through. chrisâ hands roamed across your hips and ass, squeezing the flesh roughly. you decided to let chris take control as you opened your mouth slightly, letting him explore its insides as his tongue swirled around yours.
you moaned into his mouth, arms wrapped around his neck while you pressed your chest against chrisâ and leaned back slightly. you could tell he was desperate from the way he was grinding your hips against his, and began to trail kisses down his neck. you sucked and licked at the skin, leaving small dark love bites in your wake. chris made no attempts to conceal his noises, soft moans and whines escaping his lips as your lips made their round across his neck, your hips sure to have bruises where his fingers dug into you.
âtell me what you want.â you sighed into his ear, slowly grinding your hips down against his clothed erection. you kissed and nipped at the spot behind chrisâ ear, earning a quiet moan.
âyour mouth, ma, need you to suck me.â chris whispered, tilting his head to its side to give you better access to his neck. you pulled away with a grin plastered across your lips, eyes flicking up and down his face.
âyou want my mouth?â you repeated in a teasing tone, leaning in to hover your lips above chrisâ. âyou think you worked hard enough today to deserve it?â
he nodded frantically, damn near ready to beg you if he had to. âplease baby, i wanna feel your pretty lips around me.â
between his dick rutting against your heat and the noises he was making, you were already soaked. but, right now was about chris, and giving him his reward. you began to slowly slide off of his lap and onto the ground, perched on your knees in front of chris. you looked up at him with wide eyes, not looking away as you teasingly ran your hands up his thighs. he was a whining mess, eager for you. your fingers played with the waistband of his shorts, steadily pulling them down his legs and pooling them around his ankles.
chris was practically rock hard at this point, feeling like he could cum from the slightest of touches from you. he sighed shakily as he felt your nails delicately trace his bulge over his navy boxers, murmuring to him softly.
âyouâve been working so hard lately,â you spoke in a whispered tone, âyou want me to help relieve from stress, hm?â
âmhm, yeah.â chris groaned, his head thrown back as his hands came up to cup your face, thumbs tracing your jawline. you tilted your head slightly, leaving a few pecks to chrisâ hands before turning your attention back to his dick. you sighed gently, leaning in to press open mouth kisses to chrisâ cock, tongue occasionally darting out across the fabric.
you pulled back, flicking your eyes back up to his and you flashed him a sly smile. your fingers dipping below the band of his boxers and finally pulled them down. chrisâ dick instantly sprung up against his abdomen, his tip red and leaking, aching for your touch.
a small moan escaped your lips as you took his cock in your hand, thumb running across the slit as you smeared precum all along his shaft. you leaned down, placing a small and quick kiss to his tip as you sighed, âgod chris youâre so big.â
a strangled groan ripped from chrisâ throat as he peered down at you with hooded eyes and parted lips, awaiting your next move. you licked a long stripe up the length of his dick while your gaze was locked with his, maintaining eye contact as you took him in your mouth.
chrisâ hands were instantly threaded through your hair, holding your head as you sucked on his dick, tongue swirling around the tip. you began to bob your head on his shaft, deep throating as best you could and jerking what you couldnât fit. his head was tossed back in pleasure, his chest heaving while he guided you up and down his length.
âmm, come on mama, you can take it all, breath through your nose.â chris moaned, wrapping your hair in a ponytail as he fucked your face, his dick repeatedly hitting the back of your throat. tears pricked your eyes as you inhaled deeply, your nose nearly pressing against chrisâ stomach. your tongue repeatedly twisted and licked around chris' cock while you continued to suck, the motions of your mouth nearing chris to his orgasm.
chris gutted a choked moan, his voice cracking. âthaaatâs it, pretty girl, gettinâ me so close.â
you let out a soft sigh around him, sending vibrations through chrisâ body. that was enough to send chris over the edge, a low grown coming from his chest as hot, white spurts of cum shot down your throat. you pulled off of his cock with a small pop, your lips wet as you stuck your tongue out to show him you had swallowed it all.
his hands loosened from around your hair to grip your chin, leaning down and pulling your face close to his. he pressed his mouth to yours, kissing you deeply as he tasted himself on your tongue. he pulled away slowly, a faint smile playing on his lips and he looked at you. âthank you.â
âdonât mention it,â you giggled, kissing his cheek quickly, ânow, how do you think youâll do on the test next week?â
âwhat test?â
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I was in eighth grade when it came out. I went with my mom, the little boys next door (who I babysat for frequently) and their mom to the theater. We didn't go to the theater often, so it was a big deal. But when we arrived, for reasons I can't remember, I got very bratty and decided I didn't want to go to a little kids' movie. I didn't usually act out in public, but I did that night and insisted on going to see a different movie by myself. It ended up being much longer, and when I came out, everyone was mad because they'd had to wait for me (and the kids were like 4 and 5 so this was not pleasant). I felt bad about what I'd done.
But what goes around comes around, because in high school I babysat for a different family, and the little boy in that household wanted to watch this movie repeatedly every time I came over. I have seen this movie more times than I can count as a result. He would start yelling it as soon as he saw me, and the way he pronounced it was so funny that I couldn't help but let him watch it every time. And then last year, I saw a high school theater department do the stage play / musical, and it was fantastic.
Can you guess which movie I got?
First off, click here.
The wheel just assigned you one of the Worldwide Box Office Winners from the past 35 years. (No 2024 because we don't know that winner, yet.)
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mixed messages | r. sukuna
âŽÂ tags ; gn + afab!reader, unhealthy relationships, not cheating but reader flirts with gojo while tipsy for fun, undefined relationships, fingering / making out, jealousy, modern!sukuna, sukuna and yuuji r brothers 18+
⎠wc ; 2k
âŽÂ a/n ; a snippet / extension of my modern sukuna post for @arguablyferal. i hope it gives a clear-ish idea of what he's like!!
some more like. relationship explanation in an authors note at the end.
âŽÂ synopsis ; you've never been able to get a good read on him. would he really come to a party just to keep you from flirting with another guy ?
somehow you doubt it.
He's hitting on you.
Gojo is, you think. Though you can't be sure since it feels...a little conceited to believe that a guy like that suddenly developed a genuine interest in you. You can think of a couple reasons he would hit on you, all of them to do with getting on Sukuna's last nerve in their never-ending rivalry.
But it's weird because it doesn't really feel like he's just messing around. As in, it doesn't seem like it's just for that reason.
You know Gojo. Not as close as Shoko or Getou might but enough to comfortably call yourself a distant friend. A little more than acquaintance but less then close.
He's facetiousâmelodramatic, reallyâtotally by design. By necessity, some of it is an act, but you're good enough at reading him to know what's playful and what's not.
That's why you think that Gojo is really hitting on you. He's using the fact Sukuna, your...whatever, isn't here attending with you. He was supposed to be here but he flaked last minuted on coming with you. You ended up taking Yuuji and his friends though, anyhow.
You're letting him do it. He's serious about hitting on you, and he probably knows you're not very serious about returning his feelings.
But you're entertaining it, despite yourself.
Everyone you know is looking the other way while it happens too. Gojo is leaned close, sitting next to you in a plastic chair, and you're just a little bit buzzed. Humid summer air warms your skin, makes you want to sink into the night.
You're not touching, but you're too close for not-quite-friends. Gojo edges on touchy. A soft nudge here and there, the kind of proximity you shouldn't have. Gojo is a breath away, sober because he doesn't like alcohol.
And he's super friendly, which is nice.
A beat of silence settles between you as the night rolls in a little heavier.
Gojo says you what you assume he's been thinking about all night, without any real introduction.
"You should break up with him," He says, just over a can of soda with a kind of sincerity that makes you restless. You feel your nerves flip.
Your mouth moves before your mind has a chance to fill in the answer. You laugh. "I know."
"You're really too good for him, tsk," Gojo laments, clicking his teeth. Playful again, using just enough drawback so that you don't suffocate in the honesty. You shouldn't entertain this but the attention is nice. "And gosh, you're so much more fun without that dark cloud hanging around you, y'know"
You giggle unconsciously at the thought of Sukuna as a dark cloud. Big and broad with a deep voiceâit's an astute comparison. Shaking your head, you give him a playful glance. "Am I really more fun? I feel like I'm not as good a conversationalist as a certain someone,"
Gojo smiles at you proudly. "I'm having fun at least."
You close your eyes and take another, much longer drink. "Yeah, me too."
"If you know you can do better, why bother with him? I figure that bastard might be holding you hostage but," He's serious again, brows raised. "You've got more options, you know?"
You shrug, absently. You don't know the answer yourself. It's one thing that Sukuna never quite lets you leave but it's another thing you come back to him every time. You settle on your reply with closed eyes then laugh a little too loud. Gojo doesn't startle.
"Who knows? But you know, thank you anyway. It's good to have options. Maybe it'll knock some sense into me,"
Friendly again. He's a nice guy you think.
"If it doesn't, make sure to give me a call. I'm pretty great too, y'know."
You give him a lighthearted smile.
It's hard to hear much over the loud thump of music. You're not very in touch with your surroundings and the pleasant air around you all but swallows you.
It takes you a minute. Longer than you care to admit, to realize that someone is approaching you. Even longer to realize who.
Sukuna is looming over you and Gojo when you finally look up.
"Having fun?"
You blink, pulling away to make sure you're hearing correctly. Sinking back into your chair, your eyes flicker up to whats casting shadow overhead. His voice almost bellows, deep and coarse but not loud.
"I thought you weren't coming," Is all you can think to say. Sukuna rolls his eyes.
"Yeah. I thought so too,"
He doesn't ask you to get up as much as he tugs you towards him. He's careful not to pull too hard but you come up still on a stumble, drink still in hand, and face in his chest. Your heart thumps, embarrassed by the sudden warmth. His hand sits on your lower back and suddenly there's a conversation happening overhead.
"Quit sticking your nose where it doesn't belong," He spits. He's talking to Gojo you realize.
"Be careful there, nii-san. You're gonna make it seem like you care."
Sukuna tenses under you before he relaxes again - rolling his eyes. He's not happy about it but you can hear that he's trying not to let it show.
"Stay out of it." Sukuna demands. Gojo whistles.
"Sure, sure. You two have fun there."
Sukuna turns you around like that, your face still in his chest as he drags you away. You hear Gojo laugh faintly as you walk further away from the crowd.
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You don't really get any explanation from Sukuna as he packs you and himself in the backseat of his car.
He's quiet the entire walk there, and the air is so heavy your lungs can't find a breath around it. He doesn't say anything to you even as he opens the back door. He tells you to get in but doesn't show any emotion you discern.
Instead you end up laying in the backseat with Sukuna over you - cramped as his tongue slips all the way into your mouth and his hands grab your waist. All too sudden, without any ceremony at all.
You kiss back because he's being so suffocating and it's all you can think to do to appease him. As soon as he lets you breathe, you put a hand on his chest and push him away.
You make eye contact but he still hasn't said a word. "Are you mad?"
He sneers. "You tell me,"
He ducks down again to kiss you and you let him this time, doing your best to gauge what exactly he's thinking. You know he's upset, rather - but it's weird. Something is different about it.
His mouth is hot as he hands slide underneath your shirt further- his knees keeping your legs apart as his thigh presses against your clothed sex. You shiver, moaning into his mouth and Sukuna swallows the noise. Gasping, you pull back again.
"All you do is piss me off you brat," He tugs your lip back between his incisors as he speaks, voice bordering on a snarl. "You should know better than to cozy up to that idiot."
You squirm. "I wasn't cozyingâ"
"You think I'm fucking stupid? Think I don't got eyes to see with?" And then, like he's predicting your next question. "Yuuji texted me."
"And you came?" You stop, keeping him from going any further. "You came 'cause Yuu-chan sent you a picture of me and Gojo-kun....?"
He ignores your question. "Take your pants off,"
You make a face at him but oblige, hands unbuttoning your jeans as Sukuna practically tugs you out of them and your panties in one go. He sits back up on his legs and maneuvers carefully to keep his hands between your thighs. His middle finger runs through your slit, palm putting pressure on your clit.
He's rushing more than normal, mouth crushing yours again in a kiss so heavy it makes you gasp. You feel like you're imagining it but each time you pull back - his teeth sink into your lips until they're throbbing from how hard he's bitten them up.
He's possessive. Always has been. He's territorial over you in one way or another over everything, but it's usually only when you threaten to leave. There's a merit to what Gojo said about keeping you held down. But even in that, there's never any emotion stronger than annoyance to follow your little tantrums. You wouldn't call what you feel now desperation by any stretch.
But it's something more then simple possession and it makes you ache.
"I wasn't gonna do anything with him." You say half-way between a breath. You see his jaw tick with irritation at the mere thought. "It was just for funâ"
He quiets you with his fingers. With his hands, rough - spitting hard on your clit from where above making it splatter against your thighs. His fingers fingers the thick layer of spit and drag them down against your throbbing clit to make it wetter. He touches you hard and fast, places kisses against your jaw and collar before sinking his teeth into the clothed shape of your tits.
His fingers find your pussy not long after. Thick, scarred, intrusive - he slips them in one at a time. As much as he knows you can take until he touches that spot inside of you that leaves your whole body tingling. Knuckle deep, he presses his palms up against your clit to make sure you have the right friction. You moan his name loud, eyes rolling up into your head,
The windows are starting to fog.
"Sukuna,"
He grabs hold of your face with free hand, bordering on a snarl. It's mean you think, but more then that there's a genuine frustration to it that makes you shiver almost shamefully.
"You're mine." He sneers. You feel your cunt twitch unhelpfully at but Sukuna doesn't budge. Doesn't even go to make fun of you He just keeps growling, leaning in to kiss you - forcing his tongue into your mouth and pulling away again. "Get close with that bastard and I'll kill him."
Your stomach flutters in arousal at the aggression in it. The unreasonable, unhelpful, trained part of your brain nearly screams. He wants you, he wants you, he wants. It makes you wannaâ
"G-gonnaâgonna cum, fuck, Sukuna."
He kisses you again, murmuring against your lips. "Cum,"
Your thighs clamp around Sukuna's wrists as he continues to finger you, grinding yourself the edge of his palm as you ride out your high. Your voice pitches into a high whine, spine arching. It's rushed but intense, scratching the itch but not enough to tamp down the heat completely. You squirt around his fingers in a full blown gasp and find you can barely get your head above water.
You cum hard, convulsing. He doesn't move his hand until you grab him by the wrist and shake your head. Surprisingly, he listens easily and pulls away.
You pause and stare at him after you've caught your breath.
"What's wrong with you today?"
"Stay the fuck away from that guy."
You roll your eyes. "He's right. It's starting to sound like you love me or something. I wasn't gonna sleep with him anyway so chill out."
He scoffs. "Don't even fucking dream of it. I'd kill you both."
You take a second to look at him. You can't read him to save your life. But he's looking back at you, into you maybe, in a way that makes you wonder if there's something about him you're missing. You wrap your arms around his neck just to see if he'll tell you to stop clinging.
He doesn't though.
"Did you really come all the way here 'cause of what Yuu-chan sent you?"
He glares at you. "Are you deaf? Didn't I say that?"
"But then it sounds like you were jealous."
He rolls his eyes. "You're stupid."
"....You were jealous? Really?"
"Shut up already," He says. And maybe it's the alcohol but you swear his face goes warm. "And seriously stay away from that idiot. If I see some shit like that again I'm locking you in the house and chaining you to my bed."
"Weird proposal but okay."
"Dumbass."
"You love me,"
He rolls his eyes and goes to kiss you. Doesn't deny it, you notice. You pretend not to be giddy.
"Whatever."
âŽÂ extended authors note ; hi!! i hope sukunas personality made sense here.
my point with sukuna in modern is that i think it takes away a lot of his unsavory aspects but the deep sense of possession and ownership sort of stays. this is a modern au so he's different from canon in many ways.
he has a hard time committing but he also does not do things he doesnt want to so him spending time with you and wanting your loyalty are both genuine desires. he understands why you're entertaining gojo's flirting and rationally knows it's unfair to want loyalty from you.
but he's into you so he gets. fucking pissed anyway. skjsjd. anyways i hope u liked it and i hope it made sense!! i just wanted to add this incase!!!
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âHuh,â Buck says.
Eddie knocks his ankle against Buckâs. âWhat?â
âIâm not trying to freak you out,â Buck says. He has his serious face on and that, more than anything, makes Eddie squint at him, suspicious. âWhen was the last time you went to the doctor?â
âBuck,â Eddie says. âI had a checkup a month ago, jackass.â
âTexas doctors?â Buck says skeptically. Eddie huffs at him. Buck adjusts his grip on Eddieâs arm, pressing his index and middle fingers more firmly into Eddieâs wrist. âItâs probably nothing. Itâs just, I canât find your pulse.â
Eddie rolls his eyes up to the ceiling. âJesus Christ, Buck!â
âIâm being serious!â Buck tries another spot on Eddieâs wrist, then another, shaking his head both times: nothing. âYou should definitely have a pulse.â
âOh, no,â Eddie says, deadpan. âWhat if Iâm already dead?â
Six months. Eddie waited six months to see Buck in person again. Buck had made a noise like a dying animal on the phone, when they realized that he was going to be in the first hour of a 48-hour shift when Eddie and Chris got in from Texas.
Then, when Bobby asked if Eddie wanted to be scheduled for the last 24 hours of the same shift or wait four more days until his first shift back, Eddie signed on for the earlier shift without thinking twice about it. It meant not waiting a second longer to be back where he belongsâat the 118, on the job. It also meant this: seeing Buck for the first time sinceâŚsince Texas, since everything, surrounded by all their coworkers.
âDonât worry,â Buck says. âI have something else I can try.â
Buck releases Eddieâs hand. Eddie draws his arm back to his body, unconsciously reaching his other hand up to grip his wrist where Buckâs hand had been holding him a second ago.
Buck gestures at Eddieâs neck. âCan Iââ
âGo ahead.â
âI donât want to say it,â Buck said. His voice was low and frustrated through the phone. âNot like this.â
âSorry,â Eddie said, feeling furious, feeling lightheaded. Feeling alone, in a silent Texas house three sizes too big for him. âThis is it. Iâm here. Youâre there. If youâre pissed at me, Iâd rather you just tell me.â
Buck reaches for the collar of Eddieâs turnouts. He peels back the velcro strip covering the neck, then undoes the top snapsâone, two, three. He hooks two fingers of one hand on Eddieâs chin, tilting his head back. Sets two fingers of his other hand on Eddieâs neck, just below his jaw, in the divot just behind his trachea, just in front of the muscle.
Itâs stupid. Eddieâs fine. He fell down, thatâs all. He was rounding a corner to get back to the engine when a kid came sprinting around the other side, running at full force. She ran headfirst into his stomach and they both went sprawling on the grass. Buck caught up to them first, checking over the kid and giving her a sticker after telling her she should consider a career in wrestling. Eddie pushed himself up from the ground, angling to sneak back to the engine and drop off his gear. Buck caught his arm, giving him a where do you think youâre going? look.
So, now theyâre here. Sitting in the back of the ambulance, parked in South Pasadena at two in the morning, Chimneyâs classic rock radio station still playing quietly from the front seats. The kitchen fire that called them out was put out half an hour ago, but when the upstairs neighbor cracked his door to figure out what had brought a fire truck to his driveway, his cat bolted. Chim spotted her up a tree in the backyardâliterally, a cat stuck in a tree. It doesnât get much more stereotypical than that.
Chimneyâs got it handled, apparently, though itâs been twenty minutes and he and the cat are both still in the tree. Eventually, heâs going to get the cat down or some new emergency will materialize from nothing and someone will come looking for Buck and Eddieâbut for now, for a minute, theyâre alone.
The pads of Buckâs fingers are gentle on the side of Eddieâs neck. His hands are warm. Buck presses in, just enough pressure on Eddieâs throat for him to feel it.
Heâs looking Eddie in the eye while he touches him. Eddie looks back. He takes in a slow breath, feeling his throat expand under Buckâs hand. Watches Buck blink back at him. Theyâre so close like this, Eddie can see where Buck missed a spot shaving just below his sideburns, where Buckâs hair dried flat to his head when he had to pull on his helmet straight out of the shower. He can see where his eyes are crinkling at the corners, like heâs trying to hold back a smile.
âNope,â Buck says. âStill nothing.â
âOh, no,â Eddie says dryly. âDo you need to start CPR?â
âIâm sure I can think of something else before it comes to that.â
âIâm not taking off my pants for you to check my femoral.â
âI wasnât going to do that, Eddie. Weâre at work.â
Buck takes his hand off Eddieâs neck. Eddie misses it immediately.
He backs up a little, as far as he can get in the cramped quarters of the ambulance. He rests his hands on his hips, giving Eddie an assessing look.
âIâm not pissed at you,â Buck said, voice low. âThatâs why I donât want to have this conversation now.â
âWhen do you want to have it?â Eddie asked. Heâs angry, and heâs picking a fight, and he canât stop himself, when this is how he gets to talk to Buck now: in broken halves of conversations, eight hundred miles away. âWhen you visit in six months? When Chris graduates high school in four years?â
âCome on,â Buck said. âThatâs not fair.â
âThen tell me why youâre mad at me.â
âWould you like my opinion?â Eddie asks.
âPretty sure Iâm the firefighter here, thanks.â
Eddie rolls his eyes up to the ceiling. âDidnât realize.â
âHere,â Buck says.
His hands are back on Eddieâs jacket, undoing the rest of the snaps and opening his jacket. He hooks a hand in Eddieâs suspenders, pulling lightly at them, adjusting Eddie until heâs sitting on the edge of the gurney, knees between Buckâs legs. Eddie goes easily.
Buck places a hand on Eddieâs chest, above his heart.
Theyâre at work, Eddie reminds himself. Itâs two in the morning and itâs Pasadena, itâs the distant sound of Chimney going here, kitty-kitty, and the low hum of the radio.
Buck glances at the ambulance doors. They left them open a crack, but all they can see through the gap is the empty street, cast in yellow and red from the streetlamps and the fire engine lights. No oneâs looking for them.
Buck turns back to Eddie. He leans in in one movement, replacing his hand with his ear to Eddieâs chest.
Itâs awkward, kind of. The ambulance isnât exactly roomy and Buck is folded in at a weird angle to get his face to Eddieâs chest. Eddie knows he still smells like the kitchen fire, like smoke and burnt fish and sweat. Any second, someoneâs going to realize they disappeared and come barging through the ambulance doors and into this, into the tableau that is Buck leaning on Eddieâs chest.
Eddie breathes, chest rising and falling. Buck moves with it.
He was scared to see Buck again. He can admit that now, with Buck in front of him, the way he couldnât when he was still in El Paso.
Thereâs a conversation theyâve been waiting to have. They started it a month ago, on the phone, Buck in his loft and Eddie in the kitchen of his rented house in El Paso. By now, Eddieâs pretty sure heâs figured out where this conversation is going to end. He knows heâs not going to find out here, in the back of an ambulance in Pasadena.
They decided, by mutual agreement, that they wouldnât touch it until after the shift. They kept their word. Instead, Buckâs been doingâŚthis. Messing with Eddie. Sticking close to him. Touching him, under the barest pretense of medical necessity.
Itâthis, themâhas been an idea in Eddieâs head for so long that he started to lose track of what it was, exactly, that he was waiting for. It doesnât feel real, that Buck could say something on the phone and a month later Eddie could be in Los Angeles again, cashing checks they wrote when they were eight hundred miles apart.
âIâm not angry with you, Eddie,â Buck said, low, into a phone speaker in Los Angeles. Into Eddieâs ear, in an empty room in El Paso. âIâm in love with you.â
Buckâs head resting on Eddieâs chest is real.
Itâs right here. Itâs the easiest thing in the world, for Eddie to put his hand on the back of Buckâs neck, where the soft ends of his hair curl. For him to breathe in, slow, and feel the weight of Buck leaning on him.
âYeah,â Buck says finally. His voice is quiet in the back of his throat. Eddie can feel it in his chest. âFound it.â
#buddie#911 fic#emoji prompt fic#buddie fic#my fic tag#this is silly goofy <3#i'll post it on ao3 also just gimme a sec
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Falling apart, alone.
Lando Norris x reader
Summary: The season has been brutal, everyone could see it. Everyone could see Lando struggling. You could see it too, you just didnât know how to help him when he so clearly didnât want your help.
TW: bad mental health, anger, helplessness.
Notes: all I want in life is for Lando to be happy ngl I love that boy. Also sorry max <3 ALSO I got an anonymous tip to add summaries so Iâm trying that thank u anon!! xx
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The sun hung low in the sky, illuminating the almost unbelievably blue water and bouncing off the golden cliffs. Your eyes had been caught out the window ever since you got out along the coastline, Lando maneuvering the car along the squiggly road. The blur of golden hues, olive trees and colorful villas had you let out a content sigh.
The break couldnât have come at a better time. Thatâs the thought that constantly ran through your mind. This break, a three week break from everything that racing and f1 brought with it, came at the last minute and you couldnât be more grateful. The season was grueling, both physically and mentally. Youâd watched Lando push himself harder than ever, the pride of being on top overshadowed by a desire to do better. You could see how the weight of expectations, both others and his own, dragged him down like an anchor and you felt for him. His smiles had started to falter and the usually bright light in his eyes had been dimmed these past few months, only getting worse with each race weekend. He needed this, time away from the spotlight and the relentless scrutiny from the media. Time to just relax and be reminded that heâs loved, loved and appreciated. Max and P were already waiting for you at the villa youâd rented for the week, a little house tucked into the Italian hills. When Max brought it up as a suggestion youâd immediately accepted, not even giving Lando the chance to decline. Max was his safe space just as much as you were and the more people to support him the better, you thought. You hadnât told Lando this of course, instead expressing how much youâd always wanted to rent a house on the Italian coast, but some part of you still believed he knew this was mostly for him. For his health.
You glanced over at him in the drivers seat, one hand securely on the steering wheel and the other resting on the console between you. His curls had gotten longer recently, almost dropping down over his eyebrows, and you made a mental note to offer to cut his hair while you were here. If heâd let you. Your heart ached at the tightness of his jaw and you gently reached over to wrap your fingers around his larger ones. Lando immediately glanced over at you, a small smile tugging at his lips as he flipped his hand to intertwine with yours.
âWhat?â He asked softly. âWhy are you staring?â
âNothing.â You smiled, leaned over to press a gentle kiss against his shoulder. âIâm just excited. Weâre almost there, right?â When Lando nodded you let out a soft breath. âIâm happy weâre doing this. Itâs going to be so nice.â
âMe too.â Landos smile had grown, although there was a flicker of something else in his eyes. Something somber. He brought your hand over to press a quick series of kisses against it before focusing back on the road, the silence settling in the car again. Just a few minutes later you rolled to a stop outside the villa, the epitome of picturesque with pale stone walls and green shutters surrounded by cypress trees. The front door opened just as you stepped out of the car, both Max and Pietra slipping out with huge smiles on their faces. You beamed as P skipped down the steps, hurrying over to wrap you up in a hug and greeting you with the type of enthusiasm that made you feel welcome and wanted.
âYouâre late.â Max teased loudly as he offered you a hug, P moving to lovingly greet Lando.
âWe took the longer route, more scenery.â Lando quipped back, backing away as Max approached him. You stopped to watch them, a smile tugging at your lips when you heard Lando let out a laugh as Max grabbed him in a playful headlock. Maxs laugh was louder, ruffling Landos hair before he finally managed to wrangle himself free. Watching them you felt a flicker off hope. If Max could pull a laugh from Lando after thirty seconds, maybe a week together would really do Lando some good.
The first few days in the villa passed in a haze of slow mornings and lazy afternoons, the four of you enjoying the quiet and each otherâs company. Lando and Max made it a routine to take a morning run together while you and P prepared breakfast, all of you eating together on the patio when they got back. The breakfasts usually went on way onto midday, time not really being an issue for any of you. It felt like the rest of the world was on pause and you had all the time in the world. You would catch Lando smiling, the kind that actually reached his eyes and made you believe he might actually be doing better. But those moments didnât last. It was the small things; the way his gaze would drift during conversations or the way he picked at his own cuticles until he started bleeding. He laughed and joked like normal but there was an edge to it, almost forced, and if you and Max and Pietra hadnât known him as well as you did you never wouldâve noticed. You also noticed how often heâd excuse himself for a few moments, disappearing under the guise of checking emails or answering calls. One evening the four of you were gathered in the living room, Lando absentmindedly rubbing circles on your back as you handed out the cards for the upcoming round of poker. The game started lighthearted enough, Maxs usual trash talk and both you and P calling him out when he tried to cheat. Lando made a rare mistake and before he could think Max called him out for it, teasing him about being off his game. You could see the way Landos jaw tightened, a flicker of something darker flashing across his face before he forced a strained smile. A comment like that was normal, usually nothing anyone reacted to, but it obviously got under his skin tonight and once again the worry settled in your stomach. That night, laying in bed together, you reached out to gently run your fingers through his curls. Lando hummed, opening one eye to glance at you.
âYou okay?â The careful question had him pressing his eyes shut again, offering a nod.
âYeah, of course. Just tired. Are you?â You knew he wasnât but you didnât want to push, didnât know how heâd react, so you just mirrored his nod before shuffling closer. Lando wrapped you up in his arms, pressing a soft kiss against the top of your head.
The days went on like that, a wobbly line between worry and relaxation, until one evening. You and P were already sprawled out on the couch, tucked under a blanket each as you scrolled through the different streaming services.
âIm telling you, the parent trap is a classic.â Pietra declared, reaching over to grab her glass of wine. You couldnât help but roll your eyes.
âItâs a classic youâve already made us watch like three times.â She laughed at that, nudging you back after you softly kicked her. As you continued bickering over the movie for the night low voices could be heard from the kitchen. Max and Lando had been there for a while, preparing the snacks, but from where you sat in the living room you didnât notice the tension brewing.
Lando stood with his back against the counter, his jaw tight as he watched Max lean against the opposite side of the kitchen island. Maxâs brows were furrowed in worry while Landos eyes were dark, angry.
âIm not saying you have to quit.â Max spoke in a low voice, laced with concern. âIâm just saying, maybe itâs worth it to consider it? Or at least a break, before things get worse.â
âI donât need a break.â Lando let out a bitter scoff, shaking his head. âAnd Iâm definitely not quitting. I just need to push through.â
âPush through what? This season? Next? For how long? Youâre exhausted Lando, we can all see it. Youâre not sleeping, barely eating-â
âYouâre exaggerating. Im fine.â
âYouâre not!â Maxâs voice rose, the frustration he felt breaking through. âYouâre not fine Lan, stop saying that.â
âYouâre acting like Iâm about to fall apart Max, itâs not that-â
âNot about to.â Max interrupted him, words hard and snappy. âYou are falling apart. I can see it, I know what that looks like. Iâve been there, you know I have. You think I donât recognize the signs?â Lando visibly stiffened, hands gripping the counter behind him roughly enough to turn his knuckles white. He was quiet for a moment before speaking again, voice laced with venom.
âThis isnât like that Max. Itâs not the same.â
âIsnât it?â His voice cracked slightly as Max stared at his best friend. âI know itâs hard to admit that youâre struggling Lando, especially when youâre under as much pressure as you are but please, you have to let us help you. If you keep going like this-â
âJust because you couldnât handle it doesnât mean I canât.â The words cut through the room like a knife, Max flinching as if he actually got cut. Silence settled in the kitchen, save for the faint hum of the refrigerator and the distant giggles from you and P out in the living room. When Max stayed silent Lando felt the need to speak again, although his words had lost their harshness. âIâm not you.â
âNo, youâre not.â Max nodded, voice steady but clearly hurt. âBut youâre not that different. Youâre not invincible Lando and pretending you areâŚitâs only going to make things worse.â
âI donât need a lecture. I am fine, even if you donât believe it. Iâm handling it.â
âHandling it? You call this handling it?â Landos face flushed as Max raised his voice again. âSnapping at me, shutting out your girlfriend, acting like you donât have a care in the world-â
âYou donât know what youâre talking about.â Lando interrupted, his own voice getting louder too. â¨âI know exactly what Iâm talking about!â Max shot back, his frustration spilling over. âIâve fucking been where you are, I know what itâs like to feel like you canât afford to stop, like the weight of it all is going to crush you if you admit you need help but come on Lando, snap the fuck out of it. This, what youâre doing now, its self-destruction.â The words hung in the air, heavy and raw. For a moment Landos expression faltered, the anger on his face shifting into somethings else, maybe fear, but just as quickly he masked it again. With a shake of his head he turned his gaze away, crossing his arms over his chest. Max realized he wouldnât be able to break through Landos walls, not tonight, and with a resigned sigh he stepped back. His lips parted, as if he wanted to say something, but shook his head instead before walking out. Both yours and Pietras heads snapped up as he walked past the living room, having heard the last couple of sentences exchanged between the two men. When Maxâs gaze found your worried one he simply shrugged his shoulders.
âWhat-â you began, not finding the words.
âI donât know. I tried, I really did but he doesnât want help.â
When you slowly entered the kitchen a few minutes later Lando was still standing tensely, bracing himself against the counter. He didnât look up when you entered and the tension radiating of him was almost scary. When you softly spoke his name, taking a step closer, he flinched.
âDonât.â His voice was sharp enough to make you pause. Swallowing harshly you forced yourself to stay calm, your voice to stay soft.
âI just want to talk.â
âWell I donât.â He finally lifted his face, glaring at you. The anger in his eyes shouldâve made you back down but the unshed tears glossing them had your heart aching instead. âI donât need you telling me what to do too.â
âNo one is trying to tell you what to do Lando. Weâre just worried about you, youâre not doing well-â
âWorried about me. Right. What did Max say to you? That Iâm losing it? That I need to quit?â
âNo,â you argued, frowning. âNo Max didnât say anything to me but weâve all seen you these past months, not to talk about these last days. Weâre all-â
âWorried! Yeah I fucking get it.â Your eyes widened as he raised his voice, not being used to him speaking to you like this. âYouâre all looking at me like Iâm fucking crazy but Iâm not. I donât need your help, I donât want your help, so just fuck off for a while and let me deal with it.â You stared at him, heart slowly cracking open. He was unraveling infront of you and you didnât know what to do, how to help him, and you felt like the worst girlfriend in the world. The worst friend. His words stung, sure, but you didnât really have time to think about how he hurt you when all you could think about was getting through to him.
âI just want you to be okay, Lando.â Your words were mere whispers, broken by the amount of concern and sadness you felt. Landos eyes flickered away, the veins in his neck popping as he clenched his jaw. For a moment you had hope he might say something, anything, but he stayed silent. You felt your throat tighten, the tears pressing behind your eyes, and you realized you didnât have anything else to say. Nothing that he would listen to anyway. Instead you whispered how much you loved him before turning and walking away. The living room felt colder when you returned, the sympathetic expression on Pietras face as you sunk down in the couch enough for the tears to start flowing. As you curled up against P your thoughts swirled in a chaotic mess. You felt helpless, as if no matter how hard you tried it was never enough to reach him. He was slipping further and further away and you didnât know how to pull him back. Maybe it wasnât just him, you thought, maybe it was you. You replayed the moment in the kitchen, voice soft as you tried to get through to him only for his anger to snap back at you. Youâd never seen him like that, so defensive, and it had left you shaken. But more than that, it left you questioning yourself. How could you stand there and call yourself his girlfriend when you couldnât even get him to listen to you? What were you doing wrong? You wanted to be his anchor, his support, the person who helped him shoulder the weight he carried. But right now, it felt like everything you did only pushed him further away. Now, with Pâs arms around you, unsuccessfully shielding you from the cold reality of the evening, you couldnât stop the creeping sense of failure.
âI donât know what to do.â You whispered, shoulders shaking with sobs. Pietra and Max exchanged glances over your head, somber expressions on their faces. Neither did they.
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When i was like 15 i was outed as trans to my parents. This caused them take full control of my body and life for the next 4 years. Everyday my outfit was picked for me (an outfit that caused me incredible discomfort). They would force me to shave myself, or do it themselves. They took away my access to the internet, and consequently my friends, for a decent portion of that time. And all of these things had other indirect affects on my life too, like never being able to learn to drive or get a job before i became an adult because i was just too uncomfortable all the time that doing so wouldve been more trouble than it was worth.
And so all of this on top of the normal lack of control i had as a teenager drove me insane and made me incredibly depressed. I tried to express defiance wherever i could, but it often got in me in more troubleâlessons to shut the fuck up that i would just never learn because i needed the control so bad. I ended up developing an eating disorder and a habit of pulling allnighters for no reason, just to reclaim some control over my life. Even if it was hurting me, at least it was one thing i had for myself. (And these habits still affect me somewhat to this day even though i am no longer in that situation).
I donât mean to hijack this post, but i think the loss of control that comes with being a queer kid, and especially a trans kid, who isnât accepted is an aspect of the experience that isnât articulated enough. Saying things like âmy mom wouldnât let me wear what i wanted to wearâ make it sound stupid and trivial, but it really is a much bigger deal. Even if your not trans itâs a big deal. Its taking away more of what little control you have in your life. And if you are trans it becomes even more painful on top of that. Just the entire concept of trying to control who your kids are or how they present, the thesis of anti-queer child abuse, is just fundamentally harmful to any child, whether they are actually queer or not.
yesterday i was hiking with my dog and passed by a family with their 14 yo princess of darkness trotting behind them in very unsuitable clothes and uncomfortable shoes that clearly weren't meant to get dirty on forest mud. oh the quintessential teenage experience of doing something in a way that is stupid and sucks because it's important that it's your own way đŤĄ
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abbyâs always so undeniably impatient when it comes to you, always wanting your attention, needing you to focus on her more than most, or even just distracting you from things she knows you need to get done, but will become a brat if you donât give her just that little bit of extra attention. youâre sitting on the couch when abby walks out of the bedroom in nothing but one of your sleep shirts and a subtle smirk on her lips, one youâve seen many times, but arenât focused on that or her right now for that matter. from the corner of your eyes you spot her, but you donât notice the way her smirk widens when she takes a seat beside you and you donât say anything as she watches you silently work through some stuff that you had put off doing all week. âhow much do you have left?â abby found herself asking, fingers fumbling with the bottom of the shirt and baby blue eyes looking closely at your hands. âmânot sure, a little more maybe, why?â you didnât even spare her a glance, just quickly typing away on your laptop keyboard and tugging on your bottom lip with your teeth. an action that has abby squirming around beside you. âbabe, whatâs the matter? i need to focus here.â again, youâre not giving her what she wants, maybe she was in fact being a little bratty, but youâve barely given her much attention this week and she really wantsâ needs it. ânothingâs wrong, just miss you,â abby shrugs, fumbling with your hoodie sleeve and tugging your arm into her lap. âand youâve forgotten i exist.â âokay, iâve not forgotten you exist, my girl, you sigh at least 10 times when you sit next to me, you donât give me a chance to forget certain things.â you teased while abby huffed and rolled her eyes from beside you. âi was kidding, baby, whatâs wrong?â you asked again, eyeing her closely. âcanât you take a break? just for 20 minutes?â it was always impossible to say no to abby, especially when she looked at you so softly that it melted your heart when she pouted. abbyâs 20 minutes never actually meant twenty minutes, it was an hour or longer. âbaby, you know i need to get my workââ you shuddered, breath hitching in your throat once you felt it. felt the way her lips wrapped around your fingers, the warmth of her mouth against your skin, and when your eyes finally found hers, she fucking grinned at you. got you right where she wants you. ââdone.â you managed to finally choke out, watching her shamelessly wrap her lips tighter around your fingers and suck. your brain instantly lands back to last night, tiredly slumped on the bed, one arm tucked behind your head, and the other threading through her soft blonde hair as she needily wrapped her lips around the head of your strap, head bobbing up and down, baby blue eyes peering up at you as the spit ran down the corners of her lips and making a mess down her chin. âsâgood girl.â you murmured into the quietness of the bedroom and the rest was history of making her cum countless times. but as she sits beside you, greedily sucking on your fingers, your stomach flutters and your abs clenching under your shirt just watching her. âhow bout you let me finish this, and we can do whatever you want, babygirl?â you hummed, shoving your fingers deeper down her throat with a devious smirk that had her gagging and humming. abbyâs eyes flutter open at your question, deep blush coating her cheeks and she pulls your fingers from her mouth with a âpopâ and grins again. âyes, daddy.âÂ
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Hello! I saw your reqâs were open >.< so I was wondering if I could ask for a zoro or Sanji x sleepy reader. Specifically where reader is constantly sleepy and NEEDS their naps or they will be cranky like a toddler XD sorry this is just exactly how I am and I think itâs kinda silly <3 thank youu && I love your work
asdjkdlakdj this is such a cute prompt!! thank you so much for the request! i know you said zoro or sanji, but i couldnât decide so i just did both :)Â
hope you enjoy <3
Much-needed Nap
Pairings: Zoro, Sanji x Reader (separate)Â Tags: sfw, fluff, established relationship, GN but written with F!Reader in mind, no use of y/n
Zoro
âZorooo,â You pouted from your perch on the bench of the crowâs nest, âHow much longer are you going to take?âÂ
The swordsman in question was doing some push-ups effortlessly in the center of the room, âI literally just started warming up.â
âOh, come on!â You went over and crouched beside him, poking the hard muscles of his bare back, âItâs nap time.â
He paused and looked at you incredulously, âYou already took a nap right after lunch!â
âI canât help it that Iâm already sleepy again!âÂ
âWell, go take another nap then.â He said, continuing his reps, âI gotta finish this set.â
âBut I wanna nap with you!â You whined as you belly-flopped onto his back without so much as a warning, your arms clinging to his neck, âNow, Zoro!â
Zoro, the monster that he is, didnât even stumble and continued with his push-ups as if there was no added weight of another personâs whole body on top of his.
âFifty more.â He compromised. âYou can stay where you are. Hell, you can just nap like that if you want.â
After a few more reps, he chuckled, âThis is actually great training â I could use the extra weight.â
You swatted the back of his head, and with an exaggerated gasp, you joked, âAre you saying Iâm heavy?!â
His movement actually stuttered as he burst into laughter, âYouâre insufferable.â
âAnd yet you love me anyway.â
âThat, I do.â
The motion of Zoroâs exercise had a similar effect on you as a rocking chair, and you felt your eyes getting heavier and heavier.Â
â...Forty-eight, forty-nine,â You vaguely registered Zoro counting, âFifty!âÂ
He carefully lowered himself onto the mat and you rolled off him, âUgh, finally.âÂ
Before Zoro could get up, you draped one of your legs and arms over him, trapping him to your side.Â
Zoro laughed, âAt least let me get dressed first.â
âNo, donât get up.â You snuggled closer to him, âIâm comfy.â
He squirmed to get you both into a more comfortable position. Now on his back with your head resting on his chest, he said, âHm. Canât believe I found someone who likes to nap more than me.â
âSeems like you met your match then.â
âSeems like I did.â He agreed.
It was dark when you were rudely awoken by Usoppâs shouts from below the mast, calling out that dinner was ready.
You sighed as you felt Zoroâs steady breathing, indicating that he was still fast asleep. You might be insufferable whenever you needed a nap, but your man was definitely more so whenever he needed to be woken up from his.Â
As you gently shook him awake, his arm, which had snaked around your waist in his sleep, tightened even further. He buried his face into your neck and refused to open his eyes.
You let out another exhale. You could only hope that Luffy had not already inhaled all of the food by the time you two finally got to the dining room.
âââ シ ・ďžâ: .â˝ . :âďž. âââ
Sanji
âHey,â Sanji called out, hands busy filling the kettle to make some tea for the two of you, âDo you want the blue mug or the yellow one?â
You were seated on the dining chair, your body slumped forward onto the table, arms pillowing your heavy head. It had only been a couple of hours since you woke up from your last nap, yet you could barely keep your eyes open now.Â
The rain pattered on, the faint sound of it hitting the deck outside and the window of the dining room only added to your drowsiness.Â
You had heard Sanji talking to you, but in your half-asleep state, you couldnât find the energy to give him an answer.Â
Sanji, still facing the stove, repeated the question in a slightly louder voice, thinking you hadnât heard him.Â
âI donât care, Sanji!â You snapped as you put your forehead down on the table and closed your eyes.
Sanji paused, before immediately turning off the stove and putting away the mugs. Tea time could wait, he thought, but first, he needed to take care of his beloved.Â
He walked to where you sat and touched your back gently to get your attention.
You lifted your head and looked up at him, about to open your mouth to apologize for your ill temper, but he already had a knowing smile on his face.
âCome on,â he said, offering his hand, âIt's time for your nap, sweetheart.â
âIâm sorry,â you sighed as you took his outstretched hand, âI didnât mean to snap at you.â
Sanji only chuckled while he pulled you to your feet, âI know. Youâre just tired, arenât you?â
He led you to the plush couch on the other side of the kitchen, then sat down and patted his lap.Â
You curled up on the couch, placing your head on his lap as youâd done countless times before. The cookâs delicate fingers automatically went to your hair, his gentle strokes slowly lulling you to sleep.Â
âThe blue one,â you mumbled sleepily, causing Sanji to reply with a confused âHuh?â
âIâd like the blue mug, please.â
Sanji smiled in amusement, âSure thing, dear. Weâll get the tea brewing once youâre up from your nap.â
He touched his fingertips gently to his lips, then to your forehead, before returning them to your hair, âFor now, sleep.â
You obliged, falling into a peaceful slumber, as you always do with him around.
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Do you have any Avenchurin headcanons please, anything you got to feed us?
A/n: I have some unreleased hcs that I wrote some time ago for a friend that I hope you enjoy!
Contents: Aventurine x GN! Reader, fluff, sleeping hcs, hand holding hcs, his reaction to different forms of affection from you, all sfw
Sleeping
-Aventurine and cuddling are something that somehow occurs rarely, yet they go hand in hand so wellÂ
- The man needs comfort more than so many others it's undeniable, and once he warms up to you he really does crave that physical touch and affection a lot more openly. He needs it more and more until he's all but crawling into you, slotting himself between your arms without a word in silent worry you might not accept him
- But you do and when that settles in his mind he really clings on. He wraps his arms around you and does not let go, nuzzling into you, your neck, your hair, your chest, your back, all depending on your positions and preferences at the momentÂ
- His favorite position would be something face to face, or rather front to front as he does like to nuzzle into your neck a lot so it's not really eye to eye lol
- He prefers hugging you from the back and cuddling like that when he doesn't really want to face you if he's got something troubling him and he just wants to feel as if he's enough to hold you. Just some little trick he plays with himself ig
- loves when you run your fingers through his hair, and often falls asleep like that, his hold on you slowly growing looser as he slips into slumber
-He has a tendency to seek you out in his sleep at times, he just needs to feel your warmth, especially when the days get rougher and days become darker. Youâll just randomly wake up with his head on your chest or his hand holding yours.
-Aventurine and sleep can vary from time to time and depending on the activities during the day really. He isnât exactly constant with his sleep schedule. So if heâs had a long, tiring and busy day he would sleep for longer and go to bed earlier, with his mornings consisting of a few âfive more minutes pleaseâ if you try to wake him up. His work time doesnât start too early anyway, so please donât wake him (his words, not mine)(wake him up)(he needs to get to work-)
- On the other side, if he didnât have much to do during the day or the activities were more on the satisfying end for him, he does tend to have some form of late night âzoomiesâ and doesnât go to bed until at least 1am. Itâs not like he is jumping around the house and bouncing off of walls, but he is still talkative, a big chatterbox, and could definitely use a walk to blow some energy off before finally deeming himself tired enough to attempt falling asleep. Playing card games with him also is a nice way to unwind, even if you're too tired to speak, Aventurine will talk for the both of you.
-However, sometimes he stays up for another reason, and that being his own emotional state that comes back to bite him in the rear just when he thinks he has forgotten enough about it, but ignoring it only postpones the issue. Staring at the bedroom ceiling until the early hours of the morning and with his head clouded with thoughts, he tends to just âŚexist.. Sometimes he cries, sometimes he feels heâs too numb to even do that. Either way, his sleep is fucked wholly in this scenario, and he has half the thought to take a sick day for himself
-As for bed sharing and cuddles - Aventurine doesnât mind sharing in the slightest, if anything it can be quite comforting. He only makes an exception to this rule when either one of you needs privacy and some time to yourselves. He doesnât really care if you happen to steal his blanket either. Take it, heâs used to sleeping however and can sleep in most positions, warm or cold. In terms of positions - he doesnât have a favorite
-As for cuddles, in the start of your relationship he likes to fall asleep solo, with you there if youâre already sharing the bed, but he will crawl to you, be it due to his dreams or in some half asleep- half awake faze in the middle of the night
-He goes for either his head on your chest or in your neck or spooning, can be quite the big cuddler as you grow even closer
Hand holding
- He has gloves on a lot of times but when he goes to hold your hand he does stop to take a glove off, he really does prefer skin on skin contact and, although a minute detail in day to day life, he appreciates it a lot
- If you two are walking he does prefer to hold your hand in a way where your fingers interlock together, just feels so safe and warm and y'all can drag eachother around comfortably and it also shows a side of Aven he often hides.Â
- side note(?): Aventurine would love to just pretend for a day or two. And by that I mean he'd love to take you to a planet where both of you are just two nobodies with no names, and he'd love to change out of his signature attire and just be a nobody with you, enjoying the small "meaningless" things with you on this unknown world. In short- being human with you is his fantasy, a dream
- back on track- he prefers if you hold his right hand since he doesn't want you to feel his left one shaking when he's afraid/nervous (if I got the order wrong, don't mind me, just flip em around)
- but if you insist on holding his left arm, he prefers if you hold him by the elbow a lot of times instead of going for your usual interlocked fingers
- if you insist further, he sighs softly as you hold his shaky hand and he internally melts too, occasionally. It does comfort him when you caress that hand or play with his fingers or the rings he wears on them. It gives him something else to focus on and it brings the cacophony in his mind down
Reactions to different ways of affection
- Aventurine has a rather similar reaction to most displays of affection but that doesn't mean they're any less genuine, and there's always a small variation in the way his eyes light up or how big his smile is - it's just that an ordinary person wouldn't quite catch these variationsÂ
-Sometimes, if you manage to catch his reactions on camera they can be quite the precious keepsakes
- How Aventurine melts into the palm of your hand when you cups his cheek, leaning some of his weight into it like an oversized cat and looking at you with shimmering, colorful eyes that just scream "oh how much I love you", his cheeks dusted with faintest of reds
- How Aventurine chuckles, laughs, when you give him a kiss on the cheek or on his temple without any warning sign you'd do anything like that. His hand scratches back at his nape as he waves it off but teases you simultaneously. How could you ever miss the sheen of want in his eyes, the way they glaze over and look at you for the rest of the evening in silent admiration
- Most favorite of all, and especially during the night, Aventurine loves the feel of your fingers through his hair. He looks and feels calmer, he feels human and he feels seen. He feels all his sins and worries melt from his body to get soaked by the mattress beneath him. And he hums shortly, low in his throat as he slowly feels sleep cloud his mind like heavy, comforting mist. And he has the most important person in his life in his hold... he's holding the whole world in his arms tonight.
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Dark Desires
older, best friends dad!Logan x reader
summary: a week ago you found yourself drunk texting your best friends dad; something that should've been a mistake, but you were sure in that drunken moment that Logan would know everything you'd kept from him all those years. You'd been thinking about it for longer than you'd care to admit; adding to the fantasy. so what happens when logan finally indulges you..
warnings: Swearing, dirty talk, F!Receiving oral, PIV smut, prone bone and missionary, Somnophilla (technically??), daddy kink, roleplay?? pussy sniffing?? Kind of voyeurism? But the person is very much asleep. Also tagging this for dubcon but itâs more pre established consent/free use and slight CNC vibes depending on how you view it? Tagged this the best i believe i can but ultimately you are responsible for your media consumption.
A/N: i don't know where this came from, other than i had a glass of wine and a naughty thought. i tried real hard on this and its a little darker than i usually write- not to mention longer- but i hope yall enjoy a filth filled piece of my intoxicated brain anyway. Et voilĂ .
Masterlist Words: little over 4k (oop- longest thing ive ever written.. i got carried away..)
Your heart is hammering away inside of your chest so insistently that it feels like your ribs are bruised and your breasts are trying to punch their way out of your dress.
You're still wearing the stupid thing and Laura is drinking another mimosa. Part of you is grateful for that. Yet while you want her drunk and snoring tonight, part of you can't help trying to stop her.
You make eye contact, give her the look. Tell her to slow down because you two have been down this road before. She gets wild, has fun for half an hour, and then spends the rest of the night dizzy in a bathroom asking deep philosophical questions like why do my eyes hurt? And why do guys suck? And do i still have puke in my hair?
But if she's drunk tonight, just enough to sleep like the dead, then what?
You set your own drink aside to check your phone for what feels like the hundredth time this hour and lift a shaky thumb to your texts.
You've read the thread again and again and again, and still you don't quite believe it. The party swirls around you. A hurricane of sound and the smell of cocktails is sour in your nose. You feel the heat of your friends, your fellow graduates. one day lawyers, doctors, professors, professionals in their field; and yet here you are reading over the texts again.
You feel like a little girl and yet simultaneously the most grown of women because you have a secret, a dirty little secret.
You were nearly as drunk as Laura is now when you sent the first text a week ago. You were celebrating the end of finals and you were curled up in bed after a long night out.
One of your other friends had flirted with the bartender. You'd told the girl to stop and Laura had reached from her stool and pinched your leg. Asking if you'd ever needed something so badly that you actually made a bad decision.
Everyone had laughed, all except you.
You know she was teasing and complimenting in the same breath. You're a good girl and everybody knows it. Reliable, honest and never involved with the wrong kind of guys.. Always a reason to why you were too busy to bother. You were studying, too busy hanging out with Laura. Too busy prepping for school, internships and the next two decades of your life.
You're no angel, although of course, no one was. You've had your share of regrettable hookups and disappointing boyfriends, but nothing that set your world alight. Nothing worth risking anything for.
But maybe what Laura had said thread under your skin more than you'd like to admit. Maybe you were just drunk enough to ignore the obvious risk.. Or was it that you'd been thinking about him for an indecently long amount of time?
So with finals over, diploma practically in hand. There was nothing preventing years of pent up lust from sending a jolt down between your legs, setting a crackling fire in your heart and making you sweat. Dripping down your neck, stomach, that spot on your lower back, they all tingled as you crouched on the corner of your bed and wrote a single text.
You: I need something.
You sent it. Had forced yourself to before you chickened out and immediately regretted it. You thought you'd worded it in such a way that you could play it off, pretend it didn't happen.
But you were sure in that drunken moment that Logan would read those three words and know everything you'd kept from him all those years. Every dirty thought, every horny fantasy, everything.
It was all right there in the text. 2am on a Thursday night and truly it could only mean one thing. You put the phone down, tried to make yourself go to sleep.
Logan was an older man with a life. A job, house and a child- your best friend- and you were sure he wouldn't even see the stupid thing until the morning when you could say you meant to message Laura. Not him, not her father. But then you picked up the phone again, half panicked and ready to change your mind, when you'd saw those little dots.
That meant he was writing something back, at 2am on a Thursday night, either in bed or his limo.
Logan: You need to go to sleep
Of course.. Responsible. That was the responsible thing to do. And you would do just that. But first you'd just write a quick text to apologize. Say it was the wrong number and sleep this off; pretend it didn't happen for the rest of your lives.
But.. what if, for once in your life, it could be easy? What if Logan did know everything? What if.. There was something else? Because that was how this all started, hadn't it?
You'd always felt something more, saw something different in his worn eyes, his gruff demeanor. Heard something he was saying when he really wasn't saying anything at all.
Or.. Was it all in your head? Was this only ever a one way infatuation? A young woman's crush, a dark fantasy that only grew darker with each new kink you discovered in yourself? Losing all confidence, you texted back.
You: sorry. Wrong number.
And that was that- or it should've been that- If it was only ever a one way street. You put the phone down, tried desperately to keep your eyes closed, but the moment you heard the phone buzz again you peek.
Logan: Is that true sweetheart?
Oh no, no. it wasn't true at all. You knew he knew exactly who'd texted and why; what you wanted him to do. You'd been thinking about it for years. Adding to the fantasy. Soaking your sheets in the middle of the night when you couldn't sleep, all that brought a temporary relief. If only for a little while; So, you text back.
You: No
Just that. A simple No.
Logan: You telling a lie?
You: Not exactly
Logan: So you wanted my attention then?
You: Wanted? No Logan.. Need.
And yes, you know need is a very strong word.
Logan: You feel very strongly about that huh? Strong feelings can be dangerous sweetheart.
You: what if i want something dangerous.
You answered back with the most honest thing you could say. And then there was a pause, a very long pause, in which you could see no dots, and even started to wonder if he'd abandoned you. Left you on read.
A thousand images erupted in your mind, different versions of him sitting and staring at your number- your words. Those cheap reading glasses perched on his nose as he wondered if this was some kind of game.
But if it was a game.. Logan was ready to play and after a few minutes your phone dings again.
Logan: you're being a real bad girl tonight, aren't you?
And then it wasn't your best friend's father you were texting. Well, it very much was- that was the crux of it, wasn't it? But now it was also the man. The man on the other side of the phone who was paying close attention.
You: Yes, daddy. very, very bad.
Now, In the darkness of his daughter's room, You imagine colors swirling on her ceiling. Your heart restless like a caged animal and there is a knot in your stomach twisting tighter and tighter by the second.
You don't know how long you've been lying here. 5 minutes or 5 hours. But you know you can't possibly wait another moment... But then you do, because you have to.
You haven't heard from Logan all day and that makes you afraid. Really genuinely afraid that He's forgotten or changed his mind.
Because, well, it's just you and Laura in here, isn't it? You're lying on the floor, a lumpy pillow under your head, and a spare, slightly musty blanket folded under your breasts.
Laura is snoring away in her bed, her limbs tangled with a stuffed animal almost the size of her- one you'd won her from a carnival. It was like old times, she slurred drunkenly. The three of you huddled together in her bed, giggling and watching some crappy reality show.
She'd tried to get you to join her and the animal in the bed, but you'd said no. Insisted that it was too hot tonight. That you'd rather be able to spread out on the floor. Fortunately, by the time you made it up to Laura's room, she was too far gone to argue.
Unfortunately, now though, there's a very drunk girl in her bed beside you, a possible witness to your depravity. And so you lie there, staring at the ceiling and forcing yourself not to text. Not to call. To just ignore the nagging doubt in your gut.
And yet again, you still find yourself opening the text thread. Reading through the things you told him, the things he'd told you. A formed plan and line after line of you promising things. All of the 'Yes, daddy I want this' the 'Please do that to me' The repetitive 'ill be a good girl, Promise' And then, at the very bottom, a safe word. It was when you'd agreed on the safe word that you knew this was for real. Not a fiction in a book or a fantasy playing out in a movie.
The word. Kitty. An inside joke from years ago. The word proof that all the little confidences and conversations held an attraction you were both willing to hide for the sake of decency
But.. you don't want to be decent anymore. You'd confided your fantasy, one that you had dreamt so many nights. Wished for it in the hot, comfortable haven of Laura's bed every time you'd stayed over. The thought of her older, attractively gruff father coming to you in the night and making you submit to his secret lust.
Of him pulling your panties to the side while Laura slept untroubled. Logan ravishing you while you whispered and mewled 'please, daddy, make me your filthy slut'
You've always been his filthy slut, haven't you? Deep In your heart. The thought is turning the wet spot between your legs into a soggen menace. You've been horny before, You've been needy before, but never like this- because you've never tried something like this.
Never wanted something badly enough to ask for it; or even beg for it. This was a dream, a dirty desire, a secret yearning never to be true.
Then you'd drunk texted. You told him and he'd responded, not with shock or disgust, but enthusiasm, cautious enthusiasm. But it was still only text messages. You haven't spoken to him yet, not properly at least. Even when you saw him walk in at the party, or in the limo on the way back to Laura's. You couldn't bring yourself to say a word. Your mouth was so dry, cheeks so hot. Laura had laughed and said you were flushed in the backseat- a lightweight to end all lightweights- when in fact you haven't had a drop to drink tonight.
You're going to throw your phone at the wall, you swear it. But No, that would probably wake her up. Instead, you conclude that you're going to find your pants, and you're going to leave this house and never come back. You love Laura but you can't bear it, can't believe you trusted him with this. You can't lie here and torment yourself about your decisions a minute longer about your need.
Then, your heart leaps into your throat. phone dropping onto your chest with a soft thud. Quickly you brush it off and turn onto your stomach. Your head hitting the pillow, eyes squeezed shut and pulse racing like you've run a marathon.
Through your closed eyelids, you see the glow of the hall light from the open door, only for it to vanish moments later. Either the door has closed or the light's been turned off, but you're not sure which because blood is racing so loudly in your ears. Breath escaping in overwhelming gasps.
Do you hear calculated heavy footsteps or is that your imagination? You struggle to listen for Laura. Is she awake or still sleeping? The tension so tight in your chest that you begin to feel dizzy, almost nauseous. Then comes the creak of the floor at the foot of your makeshift bed, the unmistakable presence of another person in the room, their eyes on you.
You can't stop your body from trembling slightly as the sheet is softly yanked away. Adrenaline courses through your veins, making your body buzz with anticipation.
Your legs are bare the cool air of Laura's bedroom. You're laying on your stomach. Face pushed into the pillow, eyes clenched shut as if you're locked into a deep, drunken sleep- like you should be.
Your legs are splayed out, dark lacey panties riding up the crevice of your ass. One of your ass cheek's indecently exposed... then a rough touch caresses over the swell of that exposed cheek, two big exploring hands, gliding over you.
You hear the grunt of a man, and you know it can only be Logan. He's the only other person home.
Your heart is beating so hard you're afraid you're going to pass out. Laura is on the bed, sleeping mere feet away, and her father is groping you in your supposed sleep.
So the question becomes: are you dreaming now? or are you praying this is as far as he'll go?
when Logan pull's the fabric of your panties to the side, you know he's willing to go much further. He's quiet in the darkness around you, but he's big and the house is old; the floor creaking and groaning as he readjust's his heavy weight.
Your panties are roughly hiked over one cheek of your ass, the sound of ripping lace filling your ears. Logan's hot breath roll's over your ass and the tremble in your limbs becomes a full shiver.
You can feel his scruffy face so close to your body, Feel his nose against the crevice of your ass as he roves lower. Dipping further until his mouth- his nose - is pressed into the folds of your bared cunt.
You hear how he inhales deeply, toes curling in response. Your fingers lay over Laura's spare pillow, the case tight in your grip. He's smelling you, nuzzling against your dampening skin not once, but many times. Lewdly breathing in your scent like a dog that's found something it likes.
His calloused hands spread you open so he can breathe deeper still and when hes as deep into your cunt as his face will allow, his wet tongue slides out to lick at you. You cannot stifle your moan at the feeling, immediately biting your lip to keep from growing any louder.
But with this the culmination of so many fevered late night fantasies, you dont know if you are dreaming.
His wide tongue laps at your swollen clit, swiping open the seam of your pussy and to the point just shy of your tighter hole. You hear logan growl into your wet slit like a monster unleashed from beneath the bed. Feeling how how his licks grow stronger, longer and twice as ravenous as he steadily turn your pussy into a drooling, dripping mess.
He laps at you in the quiet darkness of Laura's room, calculated and experienced as you fight to not to cry out. The pressure of an impending orgasm building so tight in your body that it feels time you woke up.
And so you take a deep breath, a rough gasped sound falling out too. Your fingers claw at the pillow as you flex your lower half.
"Hmm?"You grumble, pretending to bat away the cobwebs of sleep. "Wha-whats happening, What are you doing?" You ask, voice thick with mock confusion.
Within moments you feel Logan's tongue retreat from your pussy, a weight so much heavier than your own crawl over your half naked body. You feel him pressed tight against you, still clothed if the scratchy fabric tells you anything, but an unmistakable bulge is hidden inside. Hard and large against your ass you feel Logan's arm rub against your shoulder. A big hand sliding over your mouth.
"Quiet, sweetheart" he growls in your ear. "Daddy's had enough of your teasing"
Another large hand slides beneath your sleep shirt to cup your tender tits, The nipples diamond hard against Logan's palm. You cant help but moan into his hand as you plead.
"Please. Didn't mean to tease" its a wine, petulant in tone.
"Course you didnt.. Shame S' Too late now" he whispers against your ear, teeth biting into your earlobe. The hand on your breast trails down. Right the way down to his slacks.
"B-but Laura" You warn him in a whispered panic, hearing the sound of a zipper sliding down. you struggle teasingly, hips bucking back against him. Its not enough to cause a scene or enough to wake your sleeping friend- his sleeping daughter- but just enough to make him pin your body down. Enough for you to feel a fraction of his real strength.
Logan's muscles bulge from the effort of caging you against the floor and spreading your legs.
"Nuh uh, Stay still. Stay right where ive got you" he murmurs darkly in your ear, voice a low rumble. the words fire through you like liquid lightning as you bite into his palm, not to fight but to restrain a high pitched moan that you fear could wake the neighbors- not just Laura.
"nothing you can do now sweetheart, just gotta take it" Logan says and you hear the mocking smile in the words, feel the throb of his thick cock as it emerges from the confines of his pants. "Kept telling me you were a good girl, so show me"
With your stomach flat against the ground, legs spread wide beneath him, you can do nothing but tremble as his cock slips between your legs. The cock belonging to your best friend's father sliding deliciously across that little bundle of nerves that sparks a whimper of pleasure.
Your eyes roll back as Logans hips buck, cock brushing your clit again, running up and down your slit torturously slow. "fuuuck, you feel that? How hard you've got my cock?"
You're kicking your legs now, moving your hips. It could be viewed as a struggle but its not, not really, you're just so desperately excited you can't keep still.
"Don't need to fight me baby. Just let daddy in hm? let it happen sweetheart."
And then he's pushing inside your body in one heavy thrust; slow and impossibly deep. The weight of him inside your cunt making you mewl against his palm. All the years of secret yearning, wet fantasies and subtle flirtations have all led to this moment.
It doesn't take many thrusts before your tongue is rolling out of your mouth, licking wetly against his palm like a grateful dog- a bitch in heat. You try to use it to muffle the moan that follows, a pitiful sound mixed with pleasure, like you're ashamed to be in the situation.
Used and humiliated around logans cock.
Its push followed by retreat, a half thrust and then withdrawal over and over. "So fucking tight" Logan growls as you wiggle your ass, not certain if your trying to squirm further in to his grip or out.
He's stretching your walls apart, the burn of his size delicious with each heavy he offers. Each bringing a pulsing throb on your clit. "Yeaaaa, that's it, take it like a good girl.." he groans. "S' what you wanted isn't it."
Logans right, this is exactly what you wanted and more. His body trembles atop yours from the exertion, balls squeezed against your ass, his hand on and off clenching around your breast. His thrusts picking up in pace as you struggle and squirm to keep quiet even under his palm
"L-logan" you whimper as he pushes particularly deep, pussy squelching lewdly from your arousal, his hand barley muffling the word. He knows your close before you do, can feel your cunt clenching desperately.
"Getting fucked so good your gonna cum sweetheart?" he rasps in your ear, panting into it. "C'mon, tell daddy how good his cock feels."
"S-so good.. F-fuck yes daddy, please"
You whine and It is a struggle to pry his strong hand off your mouth to get the words out.
"Go on sweetheart. Cum, coat my fuckin cock. Show me this cute little pussy is mine"
and then his big hand clamps back over your lips as he begins to fuck you into the floor. Your orgasm crashes over you in burning waves. Every stroke becoming an ecstatic agony, overstimulation starting to buzz over your bones. Its a constant struggle to hold your moans and neither of you can move properly for the risk of waking Laura .
But Logans hips remain unrelenting, Fucking you prone on your friends floor. His balls swinging, swatting unbearably at your clit with every entry. The heat of him and being trapped against the floor is almost unbearable, but so is having to keep your whimpers quiet. sweat beads hot on your brow
you can hear his own desperate attempts at staying quiet. Broken only by muffled groans, grunts of exertion, and primal chesty growls as your cunt clenches wetly around him.
Yet the discomfort of overstimulation is no match for the absolute bliss of your submission. Your toes curling so hard you're on the verge of a cramp.
The friction between your clit, Logan's cock and the floor builds to an intolerable pressure. Something must give way. The temptation to lose all control and scream his name too great. Now that possibility of you blacking out is too dangerous to ignore. So you say it the word.
"Kitty!"
Not because you want to, but because in this moment you have to. Almost as soon as the word leaves your lips and sinks into the pillow, wet from saliva and tears, you feel his body shudder. muscles seizing while a heavy groan sounding out into the skin of your neck.
"you okay?" he pants softly worry creasing his brow. "Was it too much?"
Your wordless and it worries him. Making him pull back, cock slipping free with a hushed hiss as he helps you shift onto your back, so he can look at you properly.
Your hands rise, fingers caressing his scruffy cheeks. "M'okay" you pant, eyes on him. "wasn't too much. Promise."
No, in fact, It was just right- before it all overwhelmed you that is. Now? now you just want to hold him, make love to him. Hold onto something- someone that isn't really yours. Eye to eye, your mouth slides back over his, legs spread back open, ready to welcome his length back inside. Without a word you buck your hips down, beckoning him to fuck you again.
Things are much quieter this time. Pace slowed to deep grinds rather than shallow thrusts, pleasure once again coiling in your gut as you lean up to watch his cock disappear inside.
"Feel so good sweetheart, my good girl" he coos, lips against yours as his hand slips back to cup your breast. "My good girl with a fuckin perfect body"
You keep your eyes on logan, blissful smile across your face, and for this moment he's not your best friends father. Not with the way he's gazing down at you with a mixture of lust and long held affection. "always wanted you" he whispers, hand moving back from your breast to cup your cheek. "But I would have kept that secret forever.."
You squeeze him to your chest, heart stuttering at the admission as you lock your arms behind his neck, legs tight around logans waist. You whimper back his name, a plea on your tongue.
"Want you to cum logan.. Please, need to feel it"
You want it more than anything, to feel his cum pushed inside you; for it to drip out later as a downright filthy reminder. You kiss his neck, then cheek, and finally his lips. You want Logan to claim you right here on the floor, right under her nose and you know it makes you a bad friend. Your eyes roll back, hands clawing down his chest as you feel yourself giving up all thought to the rush that flows down the center of your body. The one that begins and ends in the wet, sticky place between your legs, Where the sensitive bud of your clit pulses like a dying star.
it's then he growls much too loud, and you respond back in a whimper, lips pressing tight as you cum together in panted kisses. Him pumping hot heady ropes of cum inside your cunt without reservation or regret as you clench in a vice grip around him.
Tomorrow you will be sore, you know it for a fact. But Tonight.. Tonight You can revel in a fantasy made flesh, your flesh and Logans wrapped around each tight. You drag weak fingers down through his damp hair, then his back, feeling the way his shirt is soaked through with sweat.
Logans panting has subsided by now, breaths no longer crackling besides your ear. He plants mouthy kisses at the juncture of your neck, ever so gently, like a sated wolf nuzzling at the muzzle of his mate. You giggle quietly as those kisses grow fiercer, teeth nipping at your neck.
"my good, great, naughty girl" he murmurs against your skin, voice soft. "you feeling okay sweetheart? sure it wasn't too much?"
You nod and he can feel the enthusiasm seep from the move as you grasp his face again. "Mhm, better than okay. Was perfect" you hum sleeplily, content in his hold, in the scent of him. Your eyes flutter, lashes tickling his cheeks as you kiss him long and deep, until the rub of his beard hurts your face and sleep begins to take you under.
You both know tonight was the culmination of so many fevered dreams. The breaking point of lust and its power that can't be fully expressed in words. So he holds you close- just as you do him in your rest- for a little while longer, until light begins to filter soft through the curtains and the reality of what you'd both done really begins to set in.
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