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housewifeswag2 · 8 months ago
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what’s, “Most insatiable pussy in the land” mean?
that's in reference to my pussy, specifically, around ovulation time
and how much i can cum/can't get enough
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eliteseven · 4 months ago
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So if the wavemother's robe is Shadowheart’s secret weapon, so what is Serena’s?
Ooh yeah she does like Tav in some HellDusk Armor. Seeing Tav fully armored, covered in (others’) blood, and taking her helmet off post battle and letting her long hair down from her bun does ✨things✨ to Shadowheart.
But tbh I think seeing Tav in her more natural element takes the cake here?
Like, when Wyll invites them to High Hall to formally receive an award for their efforts as heroes? And Tav wears an elegant gown with a leg slit 🥵 (and ofc a dagger strapped to her thigh for…security reasons)….So regal and pretty, soft and enticing, despite the stern scowl she wears in anticipation of being amongst nobility again….
They don’t make it to the ceremony 😅 Shadowheart is very proud of the noise complaints they receive 🤭
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ladylooch · 11 months ago
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Our Little Family [Miles Wood]- Chapter 18 Honeymoon
A/N from 👢 anon: Hey guys, here is another little family update. I hope you guys enjoy it. Still having time jumps, and you bet there is smut here. Also, the woods have some important conversations.
Enjoy.
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Everything after the wedding was a little crazy, Miles went right back into hockey mode after you guys went to the courthouse to make it official. 
Now you're watching from home as his season comes to an end. He's not going to be thrilled once he gets home from the road. That's not how you wanted things to go for him. 
You wait for him. Lily's sleep schedule is getting better and better every day. You appreciate that very much. You are watching the news when you hear his keys at the door. 
You rush to the door, and as soon Miles open the door, you're holding him in your arms. Miles sighs, feeling your body against his. He hugs you tighter. You play with his hair as you say that you got him. 
Miles nods. That's what he needed. You push the door behind you two. You hate seeing him like this. You say that you'll prepare him a bath, and you peck his lips. 
Before lacing your fingers, you close the door and move his bag to the side. You lead him to your room. You ask him to sit while you prepare his bath.
“Do you want me to bring Lily ?” You ask him over your shoulder. 
“No, not yet.” Miles' voice comes out so low and defeated. 
You nod, get the water running in the tub, and grab all the salts and smells. The ones he enjoys. When the water is at a good temperature, you move to grab him.
You strip Miles gently. You're pretty sure he's sore and has a lot of bruises. You watch him move inside the tub. It makes you smile hearing him sigh. 
You kiss his cheek, and you move to get up to separate his suit for the dry cleaning. But Miles stops you. He rests his hand on top of yours. You kneel beside the tub, you watch him. You hate seeing your husband like this. It sucks so much. Hopefully, he doesn't mope for too long. 
“I don't think I'm ever going to win the cup.” Miles says what he's really thinking. That hurts you more than it hurts him. 
“Babe, that's not true. It's going to happen, I know your name is going to be there. I promise you that. And I'm not going anywhere if it doesn't happen.” You show him your rings, which brings a soft smile to his lips. 
You peck his lips before letting him have his moment. You move to make sure the bed is comfy and you grab him some underwear. 
Miles stays in the tub until you're back. He's disappointed that he couldn't move forward in the playoffs. But seeing you doing everything for him, without asking or saying anything. Just being there for him, means the world to him. 
You move to help him get out of the tub. You wait until he dries himself before you give him the underwear. You empty the tub while Miles stares at his reflection in the mirror.
You hug him from behind, kissing his back. Miles rests his hand on top of yours, and you ask him to come to bed. You guys can deal with his beard in the morning. 
Miles nods, and you lead both of you to bed. Tonight, you're the big spoon. It's a little hard because he's a big man, but you guys make it work. 
Seeing your big, strong man like this breaks your heart, but Miles needs you, and he'll be okay soon. You know that. 
The next morning, you take Lily to cuddle her dad. Miles' appreciation for you only grows. Yeah, that's his wife. He stays mopey for a couple of days, and then he's back. He watched every move you made, everything you did for him. 
When he's better, he wakes up early. He prepares breakfast and a whole day just for you. Lily will help her daddy. She's having fun with him at home. So chatty, waddling around, keeping him on his toes. 
You wake up to Miles, boosting Lily into bed. She calls for you as she crawls to you. You smile seeing your two loves. Miles smiles, holding the tray of food. 
“What is this ?” You ask him as Lily settles beside you. You kiss her head after saying hi baby, while you wait for Miles' reply. 
“Breakfast for my girl.” Miles replies moving around the bed to place the tray in front of you. 
“You didn't have to do this.”
“I did. Now it's my time to take care of you.” 
You shake your head, pulling him into a kiss. 
Lily giggles seeing you guys kiss. It makes you so happy that she can see you both showing affection and love to each other. 
You motion for Miles to sit with you to have breakfast. You feed Lily more than eating yourself, but it's fine. 
Miles looks at you with his “I'm sorry” look, but you brush him off, it's fine. 
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You're across the room, talking to Cheryl and Miles' sister during your wedding reception in Massachusettes. You keep feeling his gaze on you. 
Miles can't keep his eyes away from you, having you as his wife around the people that he loves, his family and friends makes his heart so happy. 
He crossed the room to meet you. Miles rests his hand on your lower back and kisses the side of your head. Your body leans against his touch, needing more. You chuckle, seeing Lily having a hockey player wrapped around her little finger.
Miles follows your gaze and groans a little. 
“I'm going to be in trouble when she grows up, aren't I ?” He asks you. 
“Yeah, probably. She's your daughter, after all.” You reply with a chuckle. 
Miles groans before saying that he needs to steal you, to introduce you to a few people. That's what happens the rest of the day, Miles shows you off. You guys have your first dance in front of everybody, and Lily has her daughter daddy moment too. It makes her so happy. 
You're so happy. Being married to a hockey player has its challenges, but so far, it's been the best thing. You and Miles have come a long way together. 
Later that night, you're getting ready for bed when Miles show up at the bathroom door, shirtless making you want to jump his bones. 
He crosses his arms, watching you go through your skincare routine. 
“We leave in the morning.” Miles says, locking eyes with you in the mirror. 
“But, I thought we were going to spend more time here.” You're so confused right now, that was the plan at least. 
“We are, but you and I, we have a honeymoon to attend to.” You blink a few times before turning to face him. 
“What do you mean ? What about Lily ?”
“We're going to the Bahamas for a couple days, mom will take care of her for us.” 
“But….” 
“Babe, we need a honeymoon. You need a honeymoon. You didn't ask. You were so understandable after our wedding, with the season starting to get harder...” Miles moves closer to you. He laces your fingers together, bringing your hand to kiss.
You watch him with teary eyes. You really thought that a honeymoon wasn't going to be in your plans. And it was okay with you. 
“You deserve this, and I promised you I'm going to do anything for you.” 
You nod as Miles brings his hand to clean your tears, and then he pulls you into a hug. You just can't believe he's taking time off his training to take you to the Bahamas for your honeymoon. 
“What about your training?” You ask against his neck. 
“Don't worry about it, I'll find a way.” You nod, hugging him tighter. 
“I love you.” you say softly. 
“I love you too, sweetheart.” 
Next morning, you dropped Lily at Cheryl's. It's hard for you to leave Lily, but you need time with Miles before the season starts. You don't want to get in his way. 
So your goodbyes with Lily take a little time, Miles keeps reminding you that Lily is going to be okay and you guys will be back soon, plus if you take too long you guys will miss the flight. 
You thank Cheryl again, she assure you that she'll update you guys. While you talk to Cheryl, Miles talks to Lily, saying that mommy and daddy will be back soon. She'll have lots of fun with grandma and grandpa, but they need to do this for Mommy. You ease your mind, and you let Miles lead you to the car.
You are resting your eyes when Miles squeeze your hand. You look at him, Miles says that you guys are there. You nod before looking around. 
You guys are at another part of the airport, the private one. You look at Miles a little shocked. 
“Are… we… going… private ?” You struggle a little bit to say the words. 
“Yep, everything for my wife.” 
You squeeze his hand, you don't know what to say right now, your brain is not working properly. This is so new for you. Not only the private jet, but the way Miles is taking care of you during this summer. 
Miles gets out of the car, he opens your door and helps you. You smile thanking him. You have a feeling Miles will treat you like a queen for the next few days. 
The flight is smooth, as soon as you land, Miles has everything planned. First, you will stop at the hotel for check-in and change clothes, then lunch. The first day is more to settle in. 
After lunch, Miles decides that he would like to take a nap with you. You join him but can't sleep, so you just stare at your husband sleeping. Still feels like a dream calling him your husband. 
Half an hour later, you decide to go to the pool and enjoy the sun. You leave a note telling him where you went. 
Sitting at the pool chair, it's time to relax. You lose yourself in your book, the peace and quiet, the distant waves sounds. It's so peaceful. Then there is a shade blocking your sun, looking up, you see your man in his shorts shirtless. What a view. 
Miles hands you a drink before pulling the chair beside you closer. You thank him for the drink with a kiss. That makes him very happy. 
“Thank you.” You say to him softly.
“You don't need to thank me for anything, babe.” 
You nod, taking a sip from your drink. You stare at him, not really knowing what to say. Life changed so much, and for the better. 
Miles smirks at you before leaning in to kiss you, and then he gets up to get into the pool. He knows what he's doing, and you know too. You're not going to complain about it. 
You watch Miles swim around. When he comes out of the pool, your panties turn into the pool. Those water drops dripping down his body, the ones in his V line that you want lick it. You squeeze your thighs, turning your gaze back to the book. 
“Do you like the view, babe ?” Miles asks as he runs his hands through his wet hair. 
You lick your lips before answering. 
“Yep, loving it.” Both of you chuckle with your reply. 
Miles makes you scotch for him to lay beside you. You rest your head on his chest resting your hand on his abs. Playing with his hair, running your thumb up and down his V line. Miles hums at your touch. 
This moment is so peaceful, even if you're turned on right now. 
“Babe ?” You bring Miles' attention to you. He looks down with those gorgeous eyes. 
“Yeah ?” 
“I would like to be fucked and lick that water from your V line.” 
Miles smirks as he gets up from the chair, bringing you with him. 
“I think we can do something about that.”
That's what you like to hear for sure. You guys rush the room. As soon you ] are inside, you're pushing Miles against the door. 
You kiss those lips, right now you just need him. You lick every inch of Miles chest and abs. When you get to his V line, you take your time. You can see that it's driving him insane. His little whines show you that he's going to make you pay later. 
Both V lines are taken care of. You lick his happy trail just to hear Miles hiss. And it gives you confidence, a lot of confidence. 
You pull his shorts down, smirking at the sound of his cock hitting his abs. Miles whines 'baby' seeing you lick his tip, gathering some pre-cum. You look at Miles as your hand plays with his balls. 
Miles is a mess, and you love it. He holds your hair with both of his hands. You lick his length, locking eyes with him. It brings the most primal moan from his throat, and it's the sexiest thing. You take him inside your mouth, and with the help of your hand, you jerk him. 
You take him as deep inside your mouth you can, gagging around him. Miles curses as you dig your nails into his thighs for support. You pull back to breathe, but you continue jerking him with your hand. 
“I want you to fuck my mouth.” You smirk asking him.
“Are you sure ?” 
“Yep.” 
Miles closed his eyes. He almost came with your request. He takes a deep breath, he puts his thumb in your mouth, you suck his finger with a pop. 
Miles puts his cock back in your mouth as you prepare yourself by holding his thighs. He slowly starts to thrust inside your mouth, with time he starts to speed up and you know he's seeking his high. 
You just hold his thighs, your eyes are getting teary, and you're gagging a little bit. Miles grunts that he's going to cum, you swallow as much cum possible. It dribbles a little on the corner of your mouth. 
When Miles stops his movements, you pull back to jerk him through his high. You look at him, heaving, breathing against the door all blissful. You smirk when he looks at you with soft eyes. 
He helps you get up, he leans to lick the cum from the corner of your mouth before kissing you deep and hard. Miles hums against your lips, your hands rest on his sides. 
Miles scoops you up without breaking the kiss. He carries you to bed, placing you gently in the middle of the bed. After placing you in the bed, he just stares with an awe look. 
“God, I'm so damn lucky.” He murmurs under his breath. 
Your cheeks burn a little bit; that man is really in love with you. Miles licks his lips before connecting them with yours again. Miles' hand wanders over your body. He unties the knot from your bikini top, making you sign into the kiss when his hand reaches for your boobs. 
You arch your back so he can take the top off. His weight is so welcomed on top of you. 
Miles attacks your neck as you run your fingers through his hair. 
“Babyyy” you whine a little. “I'm going to need you to rebound faster, I need to be fucked.” Miles nibble your skin before pulling to face you. 
“Angel, you need to be patient. Things don't work that fast.” 
You pout, looking at those gorgeous blue eyes. Miles winks as his hand moves to your bikini bottom. 
You wiggle trying to help him take your bikini off. Miles chuckles as you pull him for a kiss. Miles starts to explore your body again, he moves a finger to your pussy. 
He hums feeling how wet you're for him, he rubs his thumb over your clit and then slides a finger inside you. You moan, it feels so good even if you want his cock. 
He pumps that finger in and out. You're a mess under him. Miles makes you cum with his finger, instead of working you through your orgams as soon as he's ready. He's sliding that cock inside you. 
You curse, then you adjust, and it's heaven. Miles holds your hands above your head. His thrusts are deep and hard. 
“That's what you wanted, babe ?” He asks as he is deep inside you. 
You nod because you can't speak right now. 
“I need to hear you.” He states.
“OH fuck.” You say at another deep thrust. “Yeah… that's exactly what I wanted.” Miles smirks, slamming his hips against you. 
“Good girl.” 
That praise does things to you. Your eyes are rolling back inside your head. Miles knows what he's doing, and you knew you were going to pay. 
You want to touch him so badly, but he's not letting you touch him. Maybe later. Miles praises you as he goes deeper inside you. 
You call his name a few times when your orgasm starts to build up. As much he wants to make you wait, he's not going to. He moves his thumb to rub your clit. 
Your orgasm hits hard. You scream his name and get so tight around him that Miles struggles to keep moving. You tell him that you want his cum, that's the motivation he needs. Miles pumps for a couple more minutes before he's giving you all his seeds. You dig your heels on his thick ass to hold him there. 
He drops himself on top of you, trying to put most of his weight on the bed. You smile, running your hand through his hair. Miles smiles against your neck.
“That's the best way to start a honeymoon, being dicked down by my husband.” You say out loud. 
“Yeah, and we have five days to do that as many times as possible.”
You like that idea a lot. Miles pulls out of you before bringing you on top of him. You stay like that for a while before you need to pee. 
You decided to shower while you're in there. You call for him to join you, and that's exactly what Miles does. 
You guys have a soft shower together. You guys take turns cleaning each other, Miles lets you take care of his curls,and it makes you so happy. You're on a mission now, taking care of those curls. 
Miles dries you gently. You grab one of his big shirts and lay in bed. You and Miles go through the menu to order something to eat. 
While you wait for your order, you both call Cheryl to know how your baby is doing. It makes you so soft seeing her face on the screen. She still doesn't understand the screen, so it's a little hard. 
Seeing her happy makes you happy. You thank Cheryl again. While Miles go grab the food, you guys talk a little more. Cheryl does everything she can to assure you that things are okay.
You let Miles talk to his mom for a while. After he hangs up, it's time to eat, and you enjoy that a lot. 
This is how you want to spend the rest of your life with him. Great sex, better communication, just being together. Miles smiles at you and occasionally steals some kisses. 
………
For the next couple of days, you guys have sex in the morning, have breakfast, go sightseeing, nap, pool or ocean, more sex and cuddles. That's life. 
By day 3, on your post sex cuddles at night, Miles decides that he needs to talk to you. 
You have your head on his chest as he brushes his fingers over your arm. 
“Babe…” He calls to you, and it sounds a little distant. 
“Yeah ?” You say as you lift your head to look at him. 
“I think we need to talk…” Hearing those words makes you hold your breath. You shift to sit.
“Okay.”
Miles can see that you're going through a million scenarios in your head. 
“Babe, everything is okay. You can relax.” He squeezes your hand, trying to assure you that things are okay. 
“Okay.” You take a deep breath and wait. 
“I know, both of us are loving this routine and having as much sex as possible without Lily here. But the last time we did that I used you basically as a cum dump. Lily happened…” 
You close your eyes because he's right, but you don't want to stop having sex with him. God knows how long it's going to take for your next time. 
“... and I really don't want you to feel bad because I know you're not ready for that. I was an asshole and I don't blame you for not being ready....” Miles lifts your chin to look at him. 
“....If and when we have our baby number 2, I want you to have the best pregnancy possible, with all the good moments. The ones that I took from you.” 
“Yeah, you're right. I’m not ready, and Lily is so perfect after everything. I want that, too, if it happens. But I don't want to stop having sex. I missed this so badly.” You drop your gaze. 
“Hey, we're not going to stop. Maybe just tone it down a little and not look like rabbits.’ You chuckle, bringing Miles in for a kiss. 
“I love you, and thanks for looking out for me.” You whisper against his lips. 
“I love you too, always, baby.” You both cuddle until you're asleep on his chest. 
The next day, you guys do tone it down. Miles takes you for a boat ride with the sunset view and after you guys have dinner at the beach. Having one more day at paradise, you're taking advantage of everything. 
On your last day there, you try to have morning sex with Miles. You guys start making out, but it is taking Miles more time than he normally does. 
“Babe, I think you broke my cock.” He says with a chuckle against your lips. You cup his cheeks to make him look at you.
“That's not possible, Woody.” You chuckle “Now, answer me this. Do you want to have sex ?”
“Yeah ?” His answer doesn't convince you. 
“Miles, for real, are you feeling it ? Are you turned on ? I'm not going to be mad or disappointed, but I need you to be honest with me.”
Miles sighs. “Not really, turned on yes, but I'm not in the mood.” 
“Okay, and that's more than okay. You can say no to me, babe.”
His gaze drops. “I don't want to disappoint you.” He mumbles. 
“You're not going to disappoint me. The only way you can do that, is by doing a half job just to make me cum. I want you…” you lift his chin to look at you. “... You're worth the wait, dude. I need you fully in and not just going because I want to. You can say no, baby.” 
“Thanks…” He kisses you “ And you know you can say no to me too, right ?” 
“Yeah, I do.” You kiss him before shifting so he can lay on your boobs. 
And that's how you guys spend most of the day. Cuddling, some time in the pool before getting everything ready to head home. You guys leave first thing in the morning. 
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The trip was amazing, but nothing beats getting home to your baby girl. Even if she wants her dad first, Miles sends his 'I'm sorry' look. But that's okay, you're used to it. You talk to Cheryl and catch up until Lily decides she wants her mama. She calls for you, and you take her with open arms. 
Her soft cuddles are the best. It makes you feel more loved than you're already feeling. You hold Miles hand. 
“Thank you for our life. Thank you for this amazing gift.” You look at Lily. Miles smiles
“ You don't have to thank me, sweetheart.” He kisses you with all his love. 
Things were rough for a while, but the last couple months are the best you ever lived. You can't thank him enough.
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soiwatchthestars · 13 days ago
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something is Wrong with me
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tamedgod · 18 days ago
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❝ you’re doing well. you’re just discouraged and tired. ❞ // need this for the bros 🥹... (kouei to xiao)
affectionate & affirming // @godmarked
his foot is tapping incessantly from the nerves, a rather vulnerable tick he would not typically display in front of others, but kouei? the redhead had already seen all of his highs and lows, they'd been friends for so long. kouei had already experienced all his habits, even when xiao was at his worst — revealing his nervousness in front of the other was no longer something he felt much shame for. but this negativity, the cynicism he was forming lately towards their endeavor... was beginning to cause anger to spread through him, alongside the fear.
"i just don't know what else to do!" he snapped, running a hair back through his muss of dark hair. "i feel like... i feel like we're hitting a ceiling and just — i don't want to ask for my family's help!"
xiao lets out a frustrated growl between clenched teeth, beginning to pace. when he'd begun dreaming of forming this band, his family expected it would be off the back of their own talent agency, that he'd use their family name and business connections to establish insatiable as rising stars and key players in the scene. but instead, he'd spurned their help, wanting to work towards building the band up on their own merits. it was hard, only becoming more difficult the longer term they all worked together. the easy route of reaching out to his family was becoming more and more appealing, but...
"i don't want to let you all down, okay?" there was a nearly imperceptible hitch in his voice at the admission as frustrated gold eyes turn to meet kouei's blue ones. "you, haru, even emo-ass rune. you guys have — you've put too much into this for me to let it fail."
discouraged and tired was right; xiao had been staying up late working on new songs, new content. constantly in the lab playing with different ideas, just trying to make any of them stick — but none of them felt good enough.
"i don't know... maybe i am tired. maybe i should just sleep for a few days. maybe a week. i hate feeling this stressed about everything, it... just makes me want to give up, i guess."
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stvkeout · 5 months ago
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insatiable - adjective; one that is impossible to satisfy
her anger was infinite in magnitude, tension twisting itself deep in her bones. there is nothing more insatiable than a woman and her carnal desires. it is not a question of control, but rather one of fear: are you afraid of the thirst for blood? or are you afraid of how you want it so? her jaw is tightened now, a storm in her eyes. lightning strikes and it is a savage thing. flesh torn and glory gone, she stands in a haze of smoke and confusion, eyes lit with a deep hunger that not even she can place. the pacing is a constant drone, never growing, never dimming, yet it is louder when she looks at you with those everlasting eyes and the promise of a threat in her smile. you know you cannot feed her. you know you cannot win. it is not your own thirst you fear. it is hers.
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ssolessurvivor · 1 year ago
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💋 from Nyra
kisses from a veteran - always accepting! - @incissam (xx)
This relationship of theirs was still new. New enough that he still got butterflies when she caught him staring and she'd smirk in that way. Or he'd get that devilish grin on his face when he caught her watching him working. It was innocent and it was tempting.
Far too tempting.
Tonight was no different than every night at the reserve: Nyra closed up and Logan walked her to her car against the chill and the darkness that now fell so early. His arm had draped over her shoulders this time, keeping her nearer as he took a glance here or there just to be sure. But all too soon, she was putting her bag in the passenger seat and standing there staring up at him with that soft smile. Her beauty is utterly entrancing, almost as much as he noticed her warmth here and there: how he purposefully stayed in closer a moment too long from time to time.
With a smile and a hand on her cheek, stroking the flawless skin with his thumb, Logan leans down and places at first a tender kiss to her lips, a tame kiss, really. But he's drowning in her scent, lost under those soft hands on his back, and he's kissing her deeper now, longer. A consequence of holding back all day. Surrendering to that temptation, the heat behind those kisses something to leave her with for the night. Something to take home to the dark.
Once he pulls away, breathless and entirely too smug, their foreheads rest together for a moment, his hands having found their way into her hair at some point. Once he's shared her air, the veteran straightens, his hands almost reluctantly coming free, to rest on her shoulders.
"Goodnight." He murmurs with a smile, trying to come down from the high she sends him to so easily. "Drive safe, ok?"
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magpie-to-the-morning · 1 year ago
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I'm so so sorry for tripping into your inbox in my clown shoes while you're busy doing very important healing but I saw this and I COULDN'T not. (I hope you're doing well or could at least use a little giggle. 💕)
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A present for the Insatiable boys? Sadly Reader's last present for them because she promptly dies of laughter when they put them on. 😔
ROSE I AM HOWLING 🤣🤣🤣
THOSE LAST TWO PICS OMGGGGGG
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daybreakrising · 1 year ago
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@ccaptain: ' i'm not wearing any underwear. thought you'd like to know- ' persephone!kaeya we been knew. u wear a chiton.............
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A brow is raised as cool eyes regard the man draped so lavishly across his throne. The light fabric that (barely) covers his figure seems particularly thin today, the chiton slipping down his thighs to reveal the temptation of smooth flesh.
It is just what a man wants to see after a long day of managing the souls of the dead.
His lips quirk into a smile, amusement creeping into a normally stoic face. He strides forward until he stands before the throne, looking down upon his husband - there is a playfulness to him, evident in the mischievous glint in mismatched eyes, the cheeky grin on his pretty face. Kaeya is in one of those moods, it seems.
"Is that so?" That is fine with him - he enjoys a bit of play himself. If this results in a hungry chase through the fortress, then all the better. "Hm, I find I don't quite believe you..."
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Neither of them wear underwear. This has long been established (and abused, as hands often slip into secret places at every opportunity). Yet if this is the game his husband desires to play, then Wriothesley is not going to deny him.
He never denies him anything.
Looming above his lithe spouse, he sets a cold hand upon an exposed thigh, deliberately slides it higher, dipping beneath the folds of cloth in a single, bold move. "Ah," he smiles, leaning down to skim his lips against Kaeya's ear, "forgive me. It seems you were telling the truth."
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clawsextended · 1 year ago
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it’s midnight remind everyone selina’s VERY situationally a switch but ALWAYS a top.
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nightmarecountry-a · 2 years ago
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🎤tell us about the corinthian's first hunt
It was a mess.
He was new, and eager, and so, so hungry. Lord Shaper had made him with purpose: he knew what to do even if he didn't know exactly how to go about it, knew what his knives were for and that he would hunt and play with a dreamer and eventually take their eyes. He took to his first hunt like a hound to the quarry.
He hadn't expected the dreamer to be able to fight back, though, and he hadn't yet learned how to hone his instincts and his power, to create a fearscape dripping with slow dread and faint hope. He didn't know yet that there was an art to the chase and that he could do more than just lunge for them like a feral thing; he didn't know how to lure them.
So the dreamer fought, and the Corinthian responded with all the ferocity Dream had made him with, and the eyes were ripped from their sockets with quick, frantic flashes of his knife. He thought he had done a pretty okay job. Taking the eyes between his teeth and biting down was even better than the hunt had been, and he wanted to go again, and then again, and he looked around him to find Dream to ask him where the next one was--
--and Dream was watching him. Not with the open approval he'd expected but with faint curiosity, like the Corinthian had surprised him.
The Corinthian felt dread for the first time, and worried that it had performed poorly. It could still taste the dreamer's terror and feel the pounding of their heart and their animal fear of death as if they were his own, and it relished them, but still it was worried.
When it rose, soaked in gore, and asked Dream if it was supposed to do something differently, Dream only swept a graceful hand ahead of them to the next dream and told him that he was still learning. The Corinthian thought about that for a moment then decided it made sense, and trailed at Dream's side with another question already spilling from his trio of mouths:
Will the next one be more filling?
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unholyxvoid · 6 months ago
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more art of me n iv when ? or perhaps one day there will be fic of me n iv ooohohoo woag consider that ...
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dollfacefantasy · 5 months ago
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MAKE HIM DO WHAT I SAY ♡
pairing: older bf!!logan howlett x fem!reader
summary: you and logan make a little bet. who can last longer without sex? as much as he wants to deny it, he's starting to think the answer might be you.
cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, brief daddy kink (one mention)
a/n: a commission for my sweet @sleepyluxe who i love so very much <33 this fic takes place after the events of dofp when things are fixed.
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Seven days. One week. A quarter of a month. That's how long it had been since Logan and you had fucked.
It was brutal. Some may say he's being dramatic, but that's because they've never had the luxury of you. They couldn't understand losing a paradise they've never experienced. The past several days he's felt like a man wandering through a barren desert, the oasis in sight but never close enough to drink from. Absolute torture.
Unfortunately, this situation came about because he couldn't keep his mouth shut.
You'd been getting some work done late last Sunday evening. Just a few plans for the upcoming school week. Your fingers punched away at your computer while Logan lay on the bed twirling a stray cigar between his fingers.
"How many more pages you got?" he asked, boosting his head up to glance at you.
At the sound of his voice, you spun your chair around to face him. "Not that many. Just finalizing a few details for the field trip they're taking the kids on next weekend," you said.
"You're not even going. Why're they making you do that?"
The fat stick of tobacco continued to glide between his digits. One of your legs crossed over the other as you watched him.
"I'm not going because I offered to do all the planning," you reminded him. 
Your eyes stayed on the tantalizing movements of his fingers.
"You know you can't smoke in here, so don't even think about it," you said.
He rolled his eyes and puffed air through his pursed lips as if that was an outrageous warning. Sitting up, he put the cigar back in the drawer on his side of the bed. He rose to his feet and began to cross the room in your direction.
"Maybe you should give me something else to do with my mouth then," he teased, his voice lowering to the octave that reverberated with want for you.
Then it was your turn to roll your eyes. You turned your chair back toward the desk and continued grazing your fingertips over the raised letters.
It didn't deter him though. He kept on in your direction, stopping only when he was directly behind the backing of your seat.
His hands landed on your shoulders, fingers massaging the tight muscles fanning out from your neck. He leaned forward so his head hovered beside yours. You could hear each breath he took. The smell of that cigar lingered around his form even if he hadn't lit up tonight.
"C'mon, babydoll. You've been working so hard. A little break won't hurt you," he murmured, lips pressing against your cheekbone.
"I have to have these done by tomorrow morning. Just give me a few minutes, and then I'll be done for the night and completely focused on you," you'd rebuffed him gently.
But that didn't satisfy Logan. When he wanted you, he got you. He proceeded with his tender touches and luring pecks. You remained focused on your work though. He figured he should vary his approach.
"Just let me make you feel good then, honey. Give you some extra motivation," he whispered. His dedicated hands drifted to your waist, squeezing in a way that teased the idea of lifting you up and putting you on his lap. As good as it would've felt to be full of him, you knew you had to get this done.
"You're so bad," you said with a smile, head falling back a little as his mouth moved to your neck, "You act like you haven't gotten any in decades."
"Is that your way of telling me you're getting tired of me?" he teased.
"No. I'm just saying you're insatiable. It's getting to the point where I don't think you could live without me," you responded with a tone matching his in arrogance.
His eyebrow raised, and he pulled back a little to laugh. "That so?"
"Mhm," you nodded. Your sweet eyes stared him down, begging him to disagree.
Looking back, he wishes he could travel through time again to slap any further words out of his mouth. He should've just agreed! Should've told you that you were absolutely right. That he can't live without you, can't survive this life if he doesn't get to slip inside of you at the end of each day. He should've waited the fifteen minutes it would've taken you to finish your paperwork and then gotten laid.
But he didn't do any of that. He had to keep going and dig himself into a deeper hole.
"Don't act so innocent, princess. You're just as bad as me," he'd said.
"No way," you'd huffed, smirking with amusement, "I want you a totally normal amount. You want me like every second of the day. If you could, I don't think you'd ever let me do anything. You'd probably keep me chained to the bed, yours for the taking at all times of the day.
"Like you wouldn't love that. I'm not the one pawing at you every morning, whining about how bad I need it," he taunted.
"Oh shut up, that's happened like a couple times. Every day you're right in my ear, feeling me up. You practically drag me away from what I'm doing when you wanna fuck," you fired back, "I am nowhere near as bad as you."
And then he'd spoken the three cursed words that launched him into this predicament.
"You wanna bet?"
You laughed more at that and nodded again. "Sure. Because I know I'll win."
And that unofficial vow of celibacy was why the two of you had been dancing around each other for the past week. He was starting to feel like that old love song counting the amount of time it'd been since he had you beneath him last. Fifteen hours and seven days or however it went.
You didn't make this trying time any easier for him either. That night he went to sleep with blue balls. The next morning, he woke up to you getting ready. You weren't dressed in your usual style of clothing though. Instead, you had on a dress, Logan's favorite dress of yours. You'd styled your hair real pretty too, letting it compliment your features in the best way.
As his heavy lids blinked open to consciousness, he watched you fasten a shimmering necklace over your collarbone. It sat just above the neckline of the chiffon fabric that adorned your bust.
You caught his waking eyes with your own in the reflective glass, turning to look at him with a bright smile. 
Despite his bleary vision, he could hear the light steps of you prancing over to him. The mattress dipped with your weight as you sat down and leaned in to kiss his forehead. Your fingers slid through his dark hair just the way he likes, with your nails scratching his scalp a little. Worst of all, that close, the scent of your perfume became all consuming. It hit him harder than normal. He wasn't sure if he should blame you or himself for predicting the trials of the coming days.
He hummed in acknowledgement of your presence and nuzzled into your palm.
"Hey, sleepyhead," you cooed, your voice extra soft and sweet. It was too caring to be seductive, but of course, that's where his mind went anyways.
"Hey, baby," he'd mumbled.
"I gotta go drop off that paperwork, but I'll see you later. I love you," you whispered in return before laying one more column of kisses from the tip of his nose back to his forehead.
Then you'd left, leaving him half-hard and yearning for you. A pattern that would plague him over the next week.
Each day it was some new form of torture. The day after that, you'd worked extra hard in the danger room, coming back to him at night covered in a light sheen of sweat. Your heady natural scent filled the bedroom in moments.
The following afternoon, you wanted to cuddle when you both had some free time. The fact that you draped your leg over his torso, slotting your clothed cunt right against his hip, inches away from his cock, was pure accident of course.
Over the last few days, your games have become less specific. You peppered your speech with innuendo. Looked at him with your fuck-me eyes and spoke in the tone you always used seconds before he ended up bending you over the nearest surface.
He tried to fight back, he really did. He stopped wearing a shirt in your shared room. Every time he talked to you, he made sure to rub your ass or stroke your cheek. He was so desperate he stooped to embarrassing levels of lovey-dovey when the two of you were alone. But no matter what he tried, it seemed like you'd been right. Of your pair, you had the superior restraint.
With each passing hour, his frustration grew.
Today, it reaches its zenith.
The mansion is empty because it's Sunday. All the students and other teachers are out on the trip to the observatory today. You and Logan are the only remaining residents in the school. He ended up not having to tag along with the rest of the group after volunteering to fix the sprinklers bordering the school's patio. Babysitting kids had never been his forte even with all the practice he gets at it now. Simple handiwork he could do no problem.
The two of you take the morning to sleep in. This was a rare occasion where no early meetings or classes occupied your schedules. You stay tangled up together well past sunrise.
Logan is the first to leave the warmth and comfort of your embrace. He pulls himself from the nest of pillows and blankets, stretching his limbs out as he does. He rubs the tiredness from his features before rising and heading to the wardrobe to pull on some clothes.
In addition to his normal black t-shirt and jeans, he grabs the tool belt on his way out to the lawn. He slings it around his hips before walking through the back door. Heading past the basketball court and rows of hedges, he finds the line of leaking sprinklers besides them. It would probably take him a while given that he had to first identify the source of the problem and then recalibrate all of them with the adjustment.
He sighs but gets to work. At least he'd have a distraction from the desires haunting him.
Crouching in the dewy grass next to the little faucets, he begins examining the hard plastic shells. To his surprise, scanning for breaks does attach his mind to the task and give him a brief reprieve. It's quiet outside. Besides a small chirp from a distant bird or a grunt out of him, no other sounds echo over the open space. The sun shines in the sky, but it's not beating down on him. The air tickles his skin with warmth but not to the point of being miserably humid.
All the conditions meet in the perfect middle to keep him calm. It's the most peace he's had since he agreed to this bet between the two of you.
But all that tranquility is shattered about a half hour later when he hears the patter of footsteps against the stone pathway. From around the tall thicket of green foliage, comes you. Your face breaks out into a smile the second you burst into his vision. He would look the same if not for what you'd decided to wear.
You trot over to him across the grass in a pair of tiny black shorts with lacy frills on the hems. They sway with each of your movements, highlighting the shape of your legs. A gray camisole graces your upper half; a delicate white bow sits at the center of the collar, dead center between your breasts. The fit of the garment displays the contour of your chest just right. He feels like he's gonna start drooling before you make it near.
Despite his reaction, the outfit wasn't that provocative. It wasn't like you'd strutted out in lingerie. But he was so pent up that a flash of your ankle in the proper lighting could probably get him hard.
Bounding up to him, you wrap his body in a tight hug. Every curve of your form presses up against him.
"Look at you, working so hard," you praise playfully with a kiss to his cheek.
He laughs it off, returning the hug in an attempt to be normal, so you wouldn't see how vulnerable he was right now, how this was the perfect opportunity to strike. He couldn't let you know that in this moment, he could easily become the prey.
"Were you missing me already?" he asks, rubbing his free hand up and down your spine.
"Mhm. Woke up and you were gone," you reply. You nuzzle the crook of his neck, planting a few electric kisses on his skin.
"I didn't wanna wake you. You're pretty cute when you're sleeping," he mutters.
"Well now I'm gonna be cute out here with you," you say and pull back. You peck his lips one more time before plopping down in the grass behind him.
He glances back at you to see what that means. All you're doing is sitting there. Your legs extend out in front of you, straightened for his eyes to rake over. You lean back with your palms against the moist greenery below you.
"You don't got anything better to do with your day off?" he asks.
That earns him a small pout. "If you want me to leave, I will. I just wanna spend time with you."
He can tell by your tone that your intentions aren't so innocent. You're leading him into allowing your presence. But denying his girlfriend has never been one of the wolverine's strengths so of course, he acquiesces.
"Relax. I'm not telling you to go anywhere," he says as he turns back to his work, "I just don't think this will be that interesting to you."
"Watching you do anything is interesting to me," you joke back.
He rolls his eyes and gets back to work.
At first, things are smooth as before. He continues messing with the small, bendy pipes. You're quiet behind him. Almost too quiet, but he lets it go for now since he thinks he's found the source of the malfunction.
It doesn't take long to patch up. The more difficult part is going to each individual head and fixing the tightness. His fingers twist the little knobs to the correct settings. He then turns to you when he's finally done.
The sight of you feels like a gust of fresh air filling his lungs. You're laid out where you were before, but you've reclined across the ground. One of your arms is sprawled outwards, soaking up the sunlight while the other lazily covers your eyes. Your shadow outlines your figure against the emerald blades below you.
You look luscious and ripe, like a precious fruit ready to be picked and devoured. In any other circumstance, that's exactly what he'd do. He'd spread you out further for him and take you apart piece by piece. He wanted your nectar running down his chin with each savoring lap of his tongue. He craved the feeling of your heat wrapped around him, your walls massaging his shaft during every punishing thrust.
Imagining it now only gets the blood pumping down South to his hardening length.
He runs a hand over his hair and sighs. Why didn't he do that now? What was the point of this stupid fucking contest? It's not like there was anything on the line. The only stake was his pride, which to be honest, he'd already compromised for you multiple times over the course of your relationship.
Unbuckling the leather from his waist, he discards the tool belt. Next he peels his shirt from his body and tosses it to the side.
He makes his way to you on the grass. He drops to his knees and leans forward. His muscular frame cages you in against the ground. Starting at your navel, he drags his nose up your body. He coasts over the valley between your breasts and past your collar bone. His soft exhales breeze across your throat before he finally reaches your cheek. With a gentle pull, he clears your arm from your face.
Your eyes flutter to adjust to the sunlight beaming down on them again. They take in the vision of him so close to you and the way he gazes down with adoration.
"Hey, pretty girl," he says, his voice much softer than it'd been before, "You falling asleep on me?"
His thumb rubs over your jawline while the other strokes the crown of your head. A smile blooms across your lips. You can't help it with how he's behaving.
"No... well, maybe a little. I think you were right. Sprinklers are pretty boring," you say.
He grins and leans in to kiss your lips. With the exchange he hopes to communicate everything he doesn't want to say. I give up. You win.
You reach up and cup his scruffy cheeks. Your tongue swipes against his lips, sensing his longing for intimacy. He allows you in, and you deepen the connection. A long breath oozes from your nostrils.
He presses you down against the ground further as your hands slide over the little white streaks in his hair. Your fingers embed themselves in his locks. You feel his hands sliding down your body. They stop at your hips and give the plush flesh a squeeze.
It's obvious what he wants, but in case there was any doubt, his digits then hook around the top of your shorts and give them a tug.
A giggle bubbles up out of you against his mouth. You pull back to look at him with smug eyes.
"Is that your way of admitting I was right?" you ask.
He grumbles and ducks his head down to start kissing your neck. "Don't get cocky or I'll change my mind."
That makes you laugh more. You yank on his hair and pull him back up to look at you. 
"No you won't," you tease and brush your noses together. Looking into his eyes again, you can see how bad he wants this. "Just say it."
"Say what?"
"Say you're giving in. And that I win. And that you can't live without me."
He gives you a blank stare. Silently, he contemplates if there's any way around this. He wonders if there's a way he can avoid utter humiliation.
"C'mon, baby. Throw an old dog a bone," he grumbles.
Giggling, you shake your head. "Nuh uh. I wanna hear you say it."
He sighs and rolls over, pulling you on top of him. You straddle his hips with learned ease. Your smile glows from this angle. The sunlight above cascades over your frame and only further accentuates your body in your tight clothes. He rubs his hands up and down your sides. His dick is already at half-mast under the denim that covers his lower body. Your heat rests right on top of it, teasing him through the barriers of cloth. It dangles what he could have if he gives you what you want right before him.
The words that challenged you and created this trap for himself came out so easy. Why couldn't these be the same?
To coax him along, you grind down the slightest bit. The pressure's so light and gentle, a mere graze of your mound on the outline of his growing bulge. He hisses at the feeling.
"Just admit it," you say, planting your palms on his chest, "Just say I was right and you were wrong."
He watches you above him, knowing you're not going to drop this. If he wanted this self-invoked dry spell to end, he'd have to make it happen.
You roll your hips down with more force, impatient to hear him comply with your request. A small whimper leaks out of you. He can tell from that sound alone that you're getting worked up. That arousal is beginning to collect between your thighs.
The thought of it makes his need for you almost biological. His hands clamp around your waist and press you down harder. He rocks his up a little to meet your own movements.
"I need you so bad, princess," he sighs, his eyes shutting as he takes in the dull pleasure of you on top of him.
"Then you can say what I told you," you tease.
"What was it again?" he asks as he continues dragging your covered pussy back and forth along his now fully hard shaft.
"Say you're giving in. That I win. And that you can't live without me," you remind him, visibly proud of your victory.
With a sigh, he repeats, "I'm giving in. You win. I can't live without you."
You smile and laugh as if it was the best thing you'd ever heard. Your head falls back with glee before coming up so you can see his face again.
"Actually, can you say that again? I'm gonna grab my phone. That way I can film it this time. I just wanna have a record-" you continue to tease, but you're cut off by your own squeal when he grabs you and flips you back over onto your back. He keeps you quiet by smashing his lips against yours as your back thuds against the grass.
This kiss burns hotter than the last one. His mouth moves with bruising passion as he pulls your shorts down your legs for real. You help him by kicking them loose. His hands roam around over your smooth skin.
He glances down and finds what he thought he felt. No panties.
Eyes flitting back up to you, he shakes his head. "You were gonna give in anyways," he accuses.
"Yeah, but you gave in first," you giggle.
A small growl rumbles in his chest, but he still leans in to pull your tank top up. He brings it across your stomach, letting your breasts fall free as he bunches the material above them. He cups the plump flesh, taking a look at the beauty he holds in his palms. You watch him in the fleeting interval in which you're forced to separate.
"So... since I win, what do I get?" you continue to gloat.
"My dick inside you," he answers as his fingers yank his zipper open and shove down his pants in a similar fashion to your shorts.
"But I'm gonna get that anyways. I think I should get a real prize," you say, aiming to stoke the flames higher.
Your hips get hauled closer across the grass, so fast that you're in danger of having green smeared across your skin.
"I don't think you'll be complaining in a few minutes, ya little brat," he mumbles.
His fist pumps over his cock as he lines it up between your legs. The leaky tip smears some precum over your folds before he slides inside. He groans as he sinks in, cherishing the feeling after the week of its absence.
You're quick to adjust to the stretch. With a sharp breath, your back arches off the grass. He had already snapped back and slammed in again. You knew he wouldn't be patient after being deprived of this. Watching him above you, your eyes study how his chest puffs in and out with harsh breaths. His strong arms extend down on either side of your head, his fists holding clumps of grass between them. 
It's a gorgeous view, but you know it can't beat the feeling.
"Closer..." you whine and grab at his shoulders, pulling him down so he's right on you and smothering your body against the turf, "Missed you, old man."
"How many times have I told you to quit it with that?" he asks as his pelvis begins setting a rhythm.
"Enough to know that I'm never gonna," you say. It's the last thing you can get out before moans shatter your plans to speak.
His warm flesh pounds against yours over and over. Your body rocks with the bounce of him on top of you. It feels so good. The world feels bright again, like you'd transitioned from an existence of black and white to living in color. It was so open out here but also so empty. Like you and him were the only two people on earth.
Your voice tapers off. Words become second to whimpers of pleasure. His hands grope the swell of your ass before returning to your sides for steady leverage.
"We'll have to work on that then," he grunts, "If you're not gonna stop, I'll just have to make sure you can't speak at all."
You preen at the idea, clutching at his muscular shoulders and back. He pants right next to your ear. Each stroke drives deep into you, brushing a spot that had ached for him to touch it again.
"Never wanna go that long again," you babble around whines.
"Me neither, baby. Think you were right. Not being able to feel this pretty little pussy every day almost killed me," he says.
A rush of euphoria flows through you upon hearing that. Your moans become more breathy, more full of need for him. You grab one of his wrists and tug his hand off your hip, pushing it in between your legs.
He knows what you want. His fingers apply some pressure and rub at your swollen bundle of nerves. Immediately, he's rewarded with a whine out of you and a buck from your hips.
"Impatient," he huffs between a set of deep thrusts.
"I won," you retort, "I get to do what I want."
Even in the heat of the moment, he chuckles at your petulant tone. His hips keep rutting against you on the grass. He's sure his next task of yard-work will be covering the mysterious indents in the soil out here.
"I needa cum, Logan," you whine several seconds later, "So close."
"Yeah? You need it, sweetheart? Need to let it out after keeping it from me for so long?"
Your head bobs up and down in an enthusiastic nod. "Please, please, please."
"Well, it's like you said. You won. So I think you can finish when you're ready."
"Mmmm- o- ok..." you whimper out.
Your hips roll up and down to reciprocate the fast pace of his own. He's battering right up against that special spot inside you that makes your mind blank and your eyes gloss up.
With a handful of whimpers, you cum. Your face scrunches as your cunt tightens around him. His fingers keep up the same rhythm on your clit, swirling around the little bud through your pleasure high.
"That's my girl," he praises, "Let it all out for daddy."
Your body seizes up at that command. Every cell of your being somehow knows to obey. You stumble over words and let them leave your lips half formed.
He keeps driving into you as you're coming down, chasing his own release. You're well into the territory of overstimulation now, all parts of you fizzling like a lit sparkler.  Your thighs quiver against his sides violently. They lock around his waist when you finally feel him slam in and drain himself.
A loud groan erupts from him. He makes no effort to restrain it given that only the two of you are here to hear it. He fucks it into you, ricocheting himself against your center a couple more times and letting every last drop pour into your dripping hole.
When he feels sated, at least for the moment, he reluctantly pulls out. He takes a couple deep breaths as he watches a bit of his cum ooze out of you. It didn't matter though. That wouldn't be the last load you took today.
His body topples over next to yours on the natural ground. You both lie there for a few moments catching your breath before you roll onto your side to look at him.
You just stare for a few moments. Your eyes roam along the shape of his face to the slope of his jaw and the curve of his chest. Leaning in, you kiss the space below his ear.
He responds to the touch by curling his arm around your waist and pulling you to his side.
His head turns to meet your loving gaze.
"I think we have some more time to make up for," he says.
You respond with an eager nod and hop up to your feet. Both of you pull on the basics of the clothes you'd been wearing before and rush back into the mansion, giggling as you stumble through the halls like a couple of lovesick teenagers.
The door to your room stays shut for the rest of the day. You spend the remaining hours you have enmeshed in each other; intertwined with him enough to recover from the lack you'd put yourself through.
Logan doesn't venture beyond the barrier of your shared sanctuary until the sun has gone down and darkness coats the halls of the mansion.  He walks quietly, taking his steps carefully to ensure none of the wooden planks beneath him creak.
All he had to do was go downstairs and grab you some water. In and out. Five minutes. But as he rounds the turn into the room, Scott's already there, looking through the fridge. He freezes and stands there awkwardly in his black tank top and loose sweatpants.
Having heard the sounds of his footsteps, the other man glances over at him. 
"There you are. Didn't see you around when I got back," he says simply.
Logan shrugs, trying to play it casual. He walks across the room toward the cupboard that holds the glasses. The other man's eyes follow him. He can feel that even through the scarlet shades on his face.
"Haven't seen your other half either," Scott continues.
Logan can tell from the tone of his voice where this is going. 
"Don't call her that," he scoffs, forever downplaying his attachment to you, "She's tired. She's upstairs sleeping."
"On her day off? I wonder what would have her so drained," Scott replies. His tone is flat in contrast to the little smirk on his face.
"Don't start," Logan says. He goes to the fridge to fill your cup with water. The trickle of the fluid is the only sound in the room until Scott keeps going.
"I didn't say anything," he says, raising his hands in surrender, "Only that this is the best mood you've been in all week."
"A couple hours without you around does wonders for me," Logan grumbles, wishing the liquid would pour a little faster.
"I'm sure. A couple hours with no one else around. Just the two of you after you've both been stiff the whole week," he taunts, "It's ok to admit you're whipped."
Finally, the cup is full. Logan takes it and turns away, holding one finger up as he walks from the kitchen.
"See you tomorrow, Scott."
"Yeah. Tell her if she's feeling sore, she can skip the early meeting," he says with a little laugh.
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tamedgod · 2 months ago
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stolen kisses while hiding away from a crowd . // :3 :3 to haru frm kouei, like maybe on her cheek to cheer her up before a performance but its also up to u :3 :3
kiss & tell // @godmarked
haru was nervous.
she didn't know how the others did it, going out in front of the crowds so confidently. even rune, who kept to himself more than she did, wasn't as bothered as she was about performing. haru was honestly still not sure why she'd ever agreed to join in the first place. xiao and kouei — the former especially — had wanted her to onboard with the band much earlier; she'd always practice with them even when she wasn't a part of it, the three of them spending so much time together in their younger years. and rune... he'd joined because of her, and yet — she still struggled to feel confident. she knew all of them believed in her, but it was still hard to believe in herself.
though... kouei made it a little easier, sometimes.
as she felt his lips on her cheek, haru couldn't help the shy smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. she could feel heat rise to her face, feel her heart beat faster. there is a warmth in her chest as she turns to meet his gaze, smile growing. tentatively, the girl reaches up to brush some hair out of kouei's face, hand lingering to rest on his cheek for a few moments before dropping.
"let's... let's get some food after this." she had to speak up over the music, only serving to make her cheeks a little redder, as the band currently on stage was playing their final set. it was almost time for them to take the stage. "i, um — i'll treat you."
she did it! she made the offer! haru had only been wanting to do that for so long now, but was held back not just because of her shyness, but due to her monetary situation. she'd been carefully saving for a little while now, money having been extra tight recently due to her cat needing an emergency trip to the vet, but — she could spare it now. as the other band finished up on stage, haru could see xiao and rune to the side setting up to go out. grey eyes drift back to kouei's blue ones, and she took a deep breath. if she could be brave enough to make that offer, she could be brave enough to perform.
"ready to head out there?"
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jamminvroomvroom · 7 months ago
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🎀 anon
congrats on 5k
hey bb ! i’ve been brainrotting on insatiable lando and his gf for weeks now omg
for a cute lil fic i was thinking of reader being max f’s sister and lando and her being secretly together. they’re all on vacation together and lando and reader are super insanely insatiable and the story on how they act on vacay 😈😈
anywhere she wants.
ln x fem fewtrell!reader
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in which no one approves of your relationship, so lando shows them just how good he is to you…
oh my sweet 🎀 anon, i’m sorry this took so long! slowly getting back into the groove of writing, starting with this little piece! i went a bit off script but the vibes are hopefully similar to the request! huge thanks to angel bby @fairene for helping me out!enjoy! lemme know what you think!! big hugs and lots of love 💖
songs to set the mood: my love mine all mine by mitski, i know places by taylor swift, she will be loved by maroon 5, summertime sadness by lana del rey
warnings: 18+!! minors dni!! smut, fluff, angst, a bit of exhibitionism kinda, oral (fem receiving), fingering, p in v, established relationship, max being a dick, angry/feral!lando, girlboss!reader, hints of ownership kink? for like. a second, lando being wise (not canon lmao), swearing
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fairy lights drench the pool with light, a glow dancing over the still surface in ripples. you smile, hum with content as the warm evening air washes over your skin, leaning over the balcony to take in the sight of where you’ll be staying.
footsteps sound from behind you, the master bedroom, and you quickly feel two warm arms wrap around your waist, tan and thick. you lean into his touch, chest warming from the kisses peppered over your jugular.
“you like it?” lando breathes, nosing over your earlobe.
“it’s beautiful.” you whisper, turning your head to nuzzle against him. he seizes the opportunity to seal his lips over yours, kissing you soft and deep. you spin in his arms, clutching at his shirt to hold him close, the kiss intensifying, changing pace. just as he licks into your mouth, a sigh, so loud that it breaks the sound barrier, tears you both apart.
“so is that all you two do now, suck each others faces?” max rolls his eyes, his disapproval of your relationship one of the worlds worst kept secrets.
“yes, max. that’s all we do.” you mock, biting back at your older brother.
because of course you’re dating your brothers best friend. of course you are. life is funny like that.
lando stays silent, but you feel his hand on your waist tightening. max swallows hard.
“we ordered pizza, if you guys wanna come down.” max bulldozes through the awkwardness, offering an olive branch, and leaves.
“he is such a knob.” you mutter, shaking your head. lando strokes tentatively over your cheek, soothing you.
“he’s your big brother, baby. he’ll get over this.” lando coos reassuringly, and you choose the easy path of believing him.
you and max occupy opposite ends of the excessively large dining table when you join the rest of your friends.
the tension has been palpable between you and max since he caught you sneaking out of lando’s london flat one morning, the reason for your visit quite clear. you’d stood with your ear to the door when he’d stormed past you and entered the apartment, making you more than aware that your presence was unwanted when he quickly slammed the door behind him.
you’d endured the one-sided screaming match that followed, the accusations that lando must be playing with your feelings, that it would never work out, that it wasn’t fair at how exposed you’d be to the cruelty of his fan base, that he couldn’t believe how low lando would stoop to date his little fucking sister.
you wanted to understand, and really, you tried!but max hadn’t made it easy, constantly pushing your buttons and making needless digs at the both of you. lando convinced you that this holiday during the summer break would be healing; max would get to see how much lando cared for you, and everyone got much needed time to relax. so, with your friend group in tow, the three of you jetted off to the tiny spanish island.
surely, everything would be fine.
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everything was not, in fact, fine.
you can smell it in the air, the tension building thick and heavy. everyone thought they were slick, waiting for lando to leave so they could corner you, and corner you, they did.
lando had kissed you sweetly by the sliding doors to the garden, popping his airpods in and shouting a quick: going on a run! to the rest of your holiday party. you’d sauntered carelessly to a lounger, bikini clad, sprawling out across the chair to tan and watch the who can do the best canon ball into the pool competition that has become a long running championship. but you can feel stares, feel the walls closing in, and you push your sunglasses up to rest over your hairline.
max and pietra are locked in on you, as are the rest of your friends.
“what?” you feel hot, embarrassed all of the sudden for no reason at all.
“so, it’s going well, then… with lando?” one of your girlfriends starts, but it sounds extra high pitched, awkward. your stomach sinks as you realise the pathetically choreographed dance about to take place.
“for fuck sake.” you mutter.
“she’s just asking!” max shoots back, as if he’s offended, as if you can’t see right through him.
“it’s going great.” you state, blunt as ever whenever your relationship is questioned.
“we just wanna make sure that this is right for you.” pietra says sympathetically, her eyes soft. you’ve known her long enough to know that even though her dickhead boyfriend is being callous, she genuinely cares.
“lando is right for me, you are all so full of shit! i don’t get what it is that you’re seeing.” you try and keep your voice level, even as your blood pressure begins to rise menacingly.
“it’s not so much what we see between you, it’s more about what he was like before.” tom jumps in.
ah, yes. the infamous hoe phase.
“because no one here ever fucked around.” you glare pointedly at your brother. he lowers his gaze.
“are we sure this isn’t just a… a fling?” pietra tries again, staying soft. her words still sting.
“yeah, i know him better than you do, and i-“ max’s voice cuts you like a thousand shards of glass and you body ignites with rage.
he knows him better? what does he know?
does he know that lando can’t sleep without telling you that he loves you? does he know that lando cried into you arms after his miami win? does he know that lando feels itchy if he doesn’t tell you that you’re beautiful at least eleven times an hour? does he know that you’re so crazy about his gorgeous, loving, infuriating best friend that you’re prepared to tell your brother where to go and to never come back?
“shut the fuck up, max. you know nothing! nothing about our relationship because you never gave us a chance. you don’t see how much i love him because every time you see us together, you’re hellbent on destroying our happiness.” you point angrily, standing from your chair. before you turn to the house, you leave them all with a parting message.
“and all of you will do very well to remember who paid to bring your bitter arses here. remember whose fucking house you’re in.” you lecture, watching as they all turn sheepish as they realise how ungrateful they sound.
“i don’t think i have anything to add.” you hear from behind you.
you jump, turning to see lando leaning against the door.
“shit, baby.” you breathe, rushing towards him, your skin crawling as you wonder how much he’s heard.
“forgot my phone.” he shrugs, smiling warmly at you. only at you. “now unless anyone has anything to add, i’m gonna take my very, very serious girlfriend upstairs.” he grins smugly.
the silence is so deafening that you couldn’t of even heard a pin drop if you’d tried.
you hold up your middle finger as he leads you away.
your bedroom door slams so hard that they must hear it outside. he’s tense, enraged at the disrespect that you’d endured, but he’s soft with you, pulling you into his rigid body. he relaxes into you, walking you further into the room.
“how much did you hear?” you whisper, clinging to him.
“oh, you know, just all of it.” he laughs bitterly, fingers sinking into your hips.
“they’re assholes.” you growl, threading your fingers through the curls at the nape of his neck, just the way he likes it.
“there is one good thing about it though.” lando hums, still guiding you deeper into the room. your back thuds softly against the sliding glass door, the one that leads to your balcony.
“what?” you breathe, suddenly extremely aware of his lower body.
“you’re so fucking sexy when you’re mad.” he smirks.
turns out, he didn’t steal you away to mope.
his lips crash against yours fiercely, teeth and tongue getting in on the action as he moves his mouth feverishly against your own. your neck tilts back, allowing him to swallow you whole, like his life depends on the feeling of you pressed against him. he trails kisses over your cheek, across your jaw, down your neck, two fingers grazing your ribcage. he snaps the tie of your bikini against your skin, stone cold aware of the lack of clothing adorning your body and he hums low from the back of his throat.
“they need to learn that you’re mine, that you’re always gonna be mine.” lando grunts, pulling away to slide the door open. he pushes you out onto the balcony, the one that overlooks the very pool that your friends and your brother are licking their wounds around.
“lando…” you gasp, weary of his overly adventurous attitude.
“maybe this will make them realise just how crazy you make me.” lando looks possessed, moving towards you like a wild animal engulfing its prey.
he cages you in against the wall, pulling one leg over his hip to spread you open, his fingers travelling to the flimsy tie of your bikini bottoms. you’re already soaked, embarrassingly so, really, but there’s just something about those gorgeous, haunted eyes. lando let’s the bottoms fall to the floor, kicking them away impatiently as he quickly finds home between your legs.
“think anyone else can get you this wet?” lando asks, eyes rolling back as he finds your slick folds. your jaw drops, already boneless at the feel of him. “answer me, baby. nice ‘n loud for me.” he demands.
“no, lan.” you whine, bucking your hips into his hand. he’s teasing, stroking lightly over your folds and your sensitive bud.
“and can anyone else make you feel this good? i mean, baby, i’ve barely touched you and you’re shaking.” lando’s teeth catch his bottom lip, his eyes glazing over as he watches you.
“lando, please.” you mutter, grinding down on his hand. you need more of him. he grins, flashing his teeth with pride as he renders you desperate.
“my pretty girl fucking my hand, god, you’re so perfect.” lando praises, earning a moan from your kiss-swollen lips. “bet they can hear how soaked you are, baby.”
you flush red, shame and embarrassment blurring the pleasure and you press a tense hand to your mouth, trying to silence the waterfall of whines.
“don’t you fucking dare.” he warns, sliding his fingers deep into your pussy. he gives you no time to adjust, curling them upwards and rocking his whole hand against you. his palm bumps against your clit and you writhe against the wall.
there’s no point covering your mouth, there is no hiding what’s happening. you let him have you how he wants you, a consolation for him having to hear his friends badmouth him, and he takes every liberty, mouthing at your covered tits, lapping over your peaked nipples. you cry out, weak as he manipulates your body closer to an orgasm, your wetness trickling down his wrist.
“so good to me, baby, only you, lando.” you choke, your voice echoing between the stone walls.
“that’s it, honey, make a mess for me. let ‘em hear you pretty girl.” he encourages, talking you straight into your first orgasm.
you tremble, gushing all over his hand as you cum, droplets splattering all over the paved floor. lando’s eyes turn black, mouth hanging open as he watches you fall apart, riding you through it.
lando let’s you cool down, propping you carefully against the wall, and leaning over the balcony. funnily enough, max is long gone, but the rest of them sit in stunned silence. he can’t help himself, driven mad by your quivering body and their cruel jabs, choosing whatever the opposite of the high road is. he reaches into his pocket, finding his credit card.
“get out of the villa that i paid for so i can fuck my girlfriend anywhere she wants.” he shouts, watching the way their necks snap up to look at him, revelling in their reddened faces that are not just flushed from the sun. “take this. have dinner. just fuck off.” he frisbees his card at tom, - rather carelessly really, considering just how much there was to lose on that little black square - and he revels in the way it lands square against his forehead.
they all stand up and scurry away, as few faint sorry’s! carrying through the air towards the couple on the balcony, but lando has more important business to attend to.
he scoops you up into his arms, grinning at your coy smile and your drooping eyes. he carries you to bed, planting you in the middle of the mattress.
“not done with you yet, baby, open those eyes for me.” lando coos, crawling over you, his shirt and workout shorts flung to the other side of the room. he feels delicious against you, caging you in beneath him.
“want you, lan.” you plead, a desperate smile on your face as you keen, stretching against the mattress like a cat.
“you’ll have me, baby. always gonna have me.” he smiles, eyes finding yours. “i love you.”
“love you so much.” you whisper, pulling him flush against you. “no matter what.” you affirm. he needed to hear that, it seems, his eyes sparkling with something else, other than the sheen of lust.
he kisses you, firm and wanting, his fingertips sliding up over your arms, leaving prickles of lightning and goosebumps in their wake. one of his hands interlocks with yours, twining together above your head, his body stretching languidly over yours. you can feel him, hard and throbbing between your legs, teetering on the knife edge of self control.
“take me, lando. have me how you want me. ‘m yours.” you croon, disguising a helpless whine as you arch your body into his. you’re squirming for it, to feel him sink deep and claim you his.
that seems to usher him along, and he drags his cock through your folds with a slow roll of his hips, the head catching your sodden entrance. you hiss, the intrusion not even nearly enough, but the sensation overwhelming you nonetheless. he slides into you carefully, stilling when his hips hit flush against yours. you do not want careful.
“fuck me.” you groan wetly, hot breath fanning his face as your mouth instinctively fills with saliva. you’re close to drooling for him.
“beg.” he snaps, jaw tight as he battles his natural instinct to utterly ravage you. “beg me to show you that i own you.”
your legs quiver, pussy clenching around him and he cannot help but buck his hips and suppress a whine. he styles it out, tantalisingly slow as he rolls his hips, grinding against your pleasure point, your slick walls. blood rushes in your ears, your body feral with need. you can’t even tease, disobey him for the fun of it, not when he’s wound you up so delectably. your body keens for him, hums with the sparks, a live wire.
“don’t wanna be able to walk when you’re done,” you slur, beginning to ramble. “want to feel you so deep that i’m ruined. ‘m yours, lando. have me.” you plead.
pleasure shoots through him, then, rapid and unwavering. he’s unforgiving as he rails into you, immediately stoking the fire in your belly. all of his body weight is on you, sweaty skin sticking and slapping as his hipbones bruise into yours.
“is that how you want it, huh, baby?” he manages to growl, scooping up your wrists in one big paw, his other hand working down the planes and curves of your body. he finds the triangles of your bikini top, hastily tearing them down just enough so that your tits spill out. all for him. all his. “look at this perfect fucking body,” his breathe hitches, awestruck. “is it all mine?”
you cry out, nodding shamelessly as he ghosts his fingers around the swell of your nipple, switching to the other when he’s satisfied with the peak. he alternates between them, twisting and tugging, barely there and all too hard. you can only plead his name and tighten around his cock.
once he’s overstimulated your chest, he works his fingers further down your body, stopping now and then to dig into your flesh, appreciating the soft feeling of your skin under his calloused hands.
“and this hot, little cunt… is this mine, too?” lando breathes, right against the shell of your ear. his thumb presses hard against your thrumming clit, smearing your slick over the bud. “to play with? is it baby?”
“god, yes.” you manage to bellow, the strained words tearing over your vocal chords.
“yes, what?” lando snaps, slapping lightly over the bundle of nerves.
“it’s yours!” you sob, choking on your own voice.
“to…?” lando coaxes, a smirk tugging at his swollen lips as he looks at you expectantly.
“to play with.” you stutter, cheeks tinged hot with embarrassment that seeps down your neck and between your sweat-dampened bodies.
“that’s my good girl. my pretty, pretty girl.” he mutters, more to himself than to you.
“‘m so close.” you breathe, writhing up the mattress, his body atop your inescapable. he toys with your clit, pinching the electrified nerves, watching how you buck your hips and leak onto the mattress. he’s covered in you, his belly glistening in the sunlight that washes over you, sealing you forever in this golden, sparkling moment.
“want me to cum all over your tummy, baby? mark you mine?” lando gasps, driving into you with one goal in mind. he has to get you there, wants to be painted in the remnants of your pleasure and hung up in every art museum in the world. if only he wasn’t so selfish, yearning to keep this stunning sight to himself for the rest of his life.
“n-no,” you pause, your jaw going slack for a moment as he circles your clit just right, grinds his hips so deep. “inside me.” you beg.
“fill me up.”
his vision blurs.
lando just about folds you in half, carnal desire surging through his veins. the hand keeping yours suspended over your head falls away, finding your navel where he applied a brutal, sweet pressure that leaves you blind and wailing. his other fingers busy themselves sinking into the meat of your thigh, dragging you backwards and forwards on his throbbing length.
your body goes limp, tears of pleasure trailing wetly down your face as your orgasm hits you, and lando can’t help but bury himself as deep as he can go. the rutting of his hips and the messy rub of his whole hand against your clit leaves you awestruck, sobbing into the air of the room. you’re covering him in waves, shivering as you grow overstimulated but you can’t help but chase the high. your violent quivers and dripping cunt make him whine, high pitched and divine, and he drops onto you, filling you up. he can’t seem to stop, painting you white from the inside out, watching the way it drips out of you, coating the base of his cock.
this can’t be over yet, he decides. he needs to hear you scream.
“lemme help you with that.” he mumbles, slinking down your body, eyes fixed solely on where you were joined together.
you don’t even get a chance to mourn the loss of him buried inside of you, no. you’re too busy pushing at his curls, pleading that he lets up, but he can’t. it’s not that he won’t, it’s that he quite simply can’t.
his tongue runs up the seam of your pussy, lapping over the mixture you’ve made and you can’t do anything but cry and thrash, white hot with pleasure and pain. its so good that it hurts, and you give in, knowing that he isn’t going to stop unless you say the magic words. lord knows, you won’t. lando knows you won’t.
it’s torturous, really, the way he sucks your clit into his mouth, drags his tongue over his mess and slips it right into your entrance. he swirls and sucks and nips and tugs. it’s like he’s turned a faucet on, watching hazily as you drip and drip, more of you and him seeping onto his tongue. he’s insatiable as he licks you clean, unable to resist luring you into a third orgasm.
and when it hits, god, does it hit.
the scream he pulls from your body is deafening, makes him shake with the intensity of it, the vibrations rippling through your body and ricocheting off of his. you relax limply into the mattress, urgently needing a break. you watch through hooded eyes as he slurps anything left of you from his reddened lips, your thighs clenching unconsciously. he just chuckles, flopping down beside you.
“tired, baby?” lando teases, stroking over your rapidly rising and falling ribs.
“just a tad.” you deadpan, unable to hold back the giggles as serotonin soothes you.
“oh, sweetheart. i’m not even nearly done with you yet.” lando grins toothily, deviously.
something he said about fucking you ‘anywhere’ you wanted dawns on you and your eyes widen.
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anywhere really did mean anywhere.
he’d had to carry you to the shower when you were finally done, holding you close under the spray. you were lost to the memory of him pushing you into the sideboard in the hallway, laying you flat across the kitchen counter, eating you like dessert on the very same sun lounger that you’d been perched on when this whole marathon commenced.
you’re utterly spent, eyelids sagging when he finally sets you down on the sofa, playing on his phone while you fall asleep watching the office.
you’re curled up in lando’s lap, legs hanging over the end of the sofa when max finds you. hair still wet from the much needed shower and fast asleep in his best friends arms. he actively chooses to quell the disgusted curl of his lips. you look so peaceful, safe. his plans to throttle lando for his earlier stint subside.
“call me a wankstain on society later, if you want, but please don’t wake her up.” lando speaks with a hushed tone, not even gracing max with eye contact, his eyes remaining on the candies he’d been crushing before the other fewtrell turned up.
“i- no, i wasn’t gonna call you that. i did, however, consider driving that very nice, very vintage lambo you hired off a cliff.” max mutters. lando scoffs a laugh.
“you would have paid for it.” he still doesn’t look up from the phone. max eyes the way lando strokes your side, in time with the crests and falls of your breath. it’s tender, intimate.
max considers that there’s a strong possibility he was wrong.
“mate, listen-“
“nope. she’s your baby sister, i get it. i get it. you can hate me for it, but you crossed a line going after her like that.” lando finally looks up at max, glowering sternly.
“i’m gonna talk to her.” max bows his head, as if he’s ashamed of himself and lando softens slightly.
“you should, mate. she wants your support, your approval means everything.” lando says. “look, i love her. i really do. and while you were accusing me of trying to ruin her life, you were crushing her.” lando sighs, his voice wavering with a hint of pain. max meets his gaze.
“for the record, i don’t think anyone will ever be good enough for my little sister, but you come pretty fucking close.” max relents, pushing his pride aside, finally. lando smiles, small and knowing.
“i just wanna make her happy.” he shrugs, a look of hopeless romance, utter devotion and pure happiness radiating off of him in waves as he gazes down at your frame. something in max’s belly snaps, the apprehension dissolving to mush. he had gotten this all wrong.
“you do.” he hums, watching how you curl further into lando as you stir in your sleep, the drivers fingers delicately combing your hair away from your face. “but,” max quips.
lando grimaces, bracing himself.
“if you ever, ever, pull something like that again,” max shivers with disgust at the insinuation. “i will remove your bollocks and make you watch me crash the miura.” max swears, pointing a finger of warning.
“seems like everyone’s come to their senses, no more… pranks from me.” lando holds his free hand up in mock surrender.
“have you two kissed and made up yet?” you murmur, stretching out in lando’s arms. you rub sleep from your eyes, sitting up and leaning into your boyfriends solid frame, resting against him as your eyes flit to your brother.
“we’re good. ‘m, uh, sorry.” max nods, attempting to be heartfelt. lando chokes on a laugh as it falls flat.
“you’re “uh, sorry”?” you deadpan, crossing your arms over your chest.
“i’m really sorry.” max tries again, and you grin cheekily at your brother, watching as his shoulders release the tension they’ve been carrying all afternoon. he turns to leave, halfway to the door when you call out to him.
“hey, max?”
“yeah, lovely?” your chest warms at the sweet nickname. you’d forgotten the last time he’d called you that.
“wash your sheets.” your eyes blaze with amusement and you hear lando’s sharp inhale of breath, shocked that you’d gone there.
“you didn’t- my god, you did not-“ max splutters, his face almost green with nausea.
“you’ll never know for sure.” you grin. you think he’s going to faint.
serves the bastard right.
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