#wanna do that all the time aha
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Ianthe Naberius my beloved.
#the locked tomb#harrow the ninth#ianthe the first#ianthe naberius#ianthe tridentarius#tlt#tlt fanart#can someone help me get rid of the brainworms#i wish i had the art stamina to only draw locked tomb shit#wanna do that all the time aha#this is getting out of hand#chrysart
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[marked as mature due to mature stream + general content warning. as i do not know the topics that will occur LMAO.]
my friend is playing thru & streaming ISAT for the first time & is live RIGHT NOW [on uh 6PMish EST 5/23/24 lmao]]!!
i am also in call, as someone who has Knowledge, and sometimes you will be able to hear when i want to Say Things but cant because Spoilers Technically ASFASFAD
we are doing voices for everyone :D!!
and are currently at basically the beginning of Act 2!!
come join and chat if u want!! or lurk!!! u can fish with channel points!!! it won't interrupt stream since it happens in the corner. well actually it might since we both like fishing and we'll prob both join in but its fine
bonus: the start of a doodle of another stream bit that i'll finish up proper,,, eventually,,,,,:
#isat#in stars and time#mea on stream#squid if u see this nooo u dont smile smile smile#no like i am serious if u are reading this do not read further due to SPOILERS ASDFASASFA#also will be keeping this up this time so ppl can come back for vods ASFADA#ALSO uhh if u wanna say spoilers but dont wanna say it in chat as to not spoil squid#feel free?? to dm me off of twitch?? my username is in stream title so??? yea???#i will take the Knowledge#and any reminders of things i forgor too ASFADA#something something himbos and moms#chat he doesnt know yet#chat they dont know yet i am so sorry#....buried a bit into the tags but yea this doodle#in the context of the stream isnt spoilers#but UHHHHH#HAHAHA sorry it is spoilers if u think about it#albeit a bit mean but mainly said in jest all the same#sorry squibs cant let u see this one for a while aha#ANYWAY stream time WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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Wait shit people might actually care about me
#sorryyy for the personal posts lmao just not having a great time lately . ill go back to posting abt fandom stuff soon dw#hopefully the self loathing phase is over now cuz i really didnt enjoy that!#mf got me thinking thay everyone secretly hates me n itd be better if i was dead ahahaha#but like. my friends talk to me daily. my mutuals love me. i didnt go to school for like 3 days and my classmate who im kindaaa friends wit#texted me saying. and i quote âHi [name]. I know its late but i hope your doing well. Hope to cya tmr.â (the full stops symbolize each text#cuz she sent three seperate texts)#and i was just. so flabbergasted at that#i didnt rlly think anyone would really notice if i was gone#i didnt think anyone cared me enough for that#i thought theyd just be indifferent to it#also i sound pathetic rn but i reread that girl's text over n over again when she sent rhat. was literally on the brink of tears#and i just. wow.#people might actually care for me. they might actuallynotice when im gone. they might actually miss me#ive been so inside my head n thinking allat bad stuff about myself that i. didnt think that people might see me differently than the way#i saw myself#really and truly i love you guys so much#even if we've never talked to each pther before or interact very little. i appreciate all of you. you guys rock#anyways aha i should stop rambling now loll. as for now i think im doing a bit better#life still sucks but hey at least i have my friends. at least i dont hate myself anymore now#at least now i dont believe that everyone was being friends with me out of pity#thank you all for everything :')#man i need a hug rn lmao#tw vent#tw sui implied#tw sui ideation#tw self loathing#tw self destructive behavior#<- dw about the tags i dont feel/do those anymore#if you wanna talk to me abt this or just talk in general hit me up!! i love talking to ppl i dont like being alone xd#love youu <33
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pls skate ratify stray kids
yeah yeah yeah i hear u (follow @underskz lol)
(this is a draft btw)
#LKSDJF /LH BTW#i fucking hate it here slash gen#but i miss writing and if i wanna write kpop shit then so be it#if thats whatll do it for me#probs gonna go watch the superboard mv like 20 times just to feel something CRAZY#hi my name is miki how toxic do u want me to make these kpop men#bang chan i am cumming for u#coming******#hahahahHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHHAHAH#hes been literally looking too sexy lately its actually doing dmg to my brain like hard dmg#what if i just absolutely lose my mind#this is tumblr no one is allowed to cancel me for being free on here bc we're on fucking TUMBLR#god i hate it here#why would u enable me like this#.....this is all bang chans fault like actually#lets get to the root of the situation its HIM#HES THE PROBLEM#SDLJFAKLJLSKDFPOENVOPE#sorry lost my cool there aha#cries#â asks
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Okay I dont think having a gay experience would fix me but it would definitely make me feel either so much better or incredibly worse which is just way too risky... unless? *brain cycles this on repeat in my head*
#i want to know what its like to kiss someone#i feel like the longer this goes on the harder my brain is gonna lock me out of thinking of having a romantic relationship at#all#which is already what its pretty much doing#my brain tells me that i can't flirt or make moves because i dont know what im doing and it would be unfair and awkward for the other person#aha anyone wanna practice kissing with me?#i joke obviously >>;#i wont rush something that cant be rushed ^^; ill find someone eventually.#and as much as i feel bad about this i am kind of rocking being single im pretty happy with my life most of the time#but also i would like a girlfriend so like universe you can stop playing a prank on me i think im ready to try being in a relationship pleas
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someone asked to hang out and i really dont want to đ not bc i dont like them but because i dont wanna go outside. i guess. also becasue i have to be awake during the day. and i have to put a lot of effort into prepping to go out basically.
#i just wanna stay in and keep drawing n shit#also we have a lot to do for cloutchase so im trying to speedrun it all aha#trying to keep things within reasonable time frames and stuff. cutting down where necessary
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ough i've been neglecting my side-blogs and tumblr in general so badly lately. i need more time in my day
#i wish i had the mental energy to maintain this main blog/four side blogs/two twitter accounts and everything on AO3 all consistently#but i absolutely do not#all my energy and time has been spent on /so/ much stressful IRL bullshit and what's left over has been going to AO3 and S&M TWT#i need to get to several important things on my FNaF side-blog soon. that's the next priority#then i wanna get my Genshin blog updated a bit cause that place is d e a d#i also wanna get my AgeRe blog put together so i can post on it when i feel the urge#also to be able to reblog AgeRe stuff i see but don't wanna interact with on here and make anyone uncomfy#i've got some ST Eddie content still drafted up on here from like. fuckin. august of last year lmao. i wanna get that posted one day#but real life and self-care have to come first unfortunately#so i'm gonna take a small break from working on my writing to catch up with real life bullshit this week#and maybe work on side-blog stuff when i have the time as well#Seven.txt#cw vent#vent post#vent#i didn't plan on this being a vent post but the tags got pretty vent-y#aha. pretty vent-y. pretty Venti. ... it's a Genshin joke ugh ignore me#sighs deeply#also my right eye has started twitching on and off throughout the day today so thats cool thats definitely a good sign :)#i'm okay. it'll all be fine i just have to relax. reframe my perspective on some things. and get shit done.#i am not at all ready to handle the responsibilites that life is throwing on top of me right now#but there is literally no one else that can do it. i'm all that's left. so i'll just have to find a way to take it#sometimes i wish i could just turn my emotions completely off for a little while so i can finally get shit done y'know#anyways. gonna try and just relax tonight. might fuck around and log back into Genshin for the first time in like. a month#my burnout for that game and fandom has mostly faded and i think i'm actually in the mood to play again finally#i /do/ wanna try and pull for Shenhe before her banner's gone hmmmmmm. perhaps C6 Diona finally as well. if luck is on my side.#i'll need it cause my primo savings r low from what i remember and i'm /not/ swiping right now#*crosses fingers* c'mon Stellar Reunion rewards pls save me
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Why are British teenage girls so unhappy? Hereâs the answer (Caitlin Moran, The Times, Sep 13 2024)
"The report, by the Childrenâs Society, found that British 15-year-old girls are the most unhappy in Europe.
British girls aged 10-15 are âsignificantly less happyâ with their life, appearance, family and school than the average boy â and their happiness is still declining.
Boysâ life satisfaction, meanwhile, remains broadly stable. (âŚ)
But I still didnât have an âaha!â moment about why this so disproportionately affects girls until⌠I talked to some teenage girls.
It was at a party, and I went to vape with them on the patio. Because I take my nicotine like children do.
âDuh â itâs the boys,â one said when I brought it up, as all the others agreed.
âThe boys?â I asked.
My last book, What About Men?, had been all about how much boys struggle these days: their loneliness; their suicide rates. Iâd spent the past year feeling very sympathetic towards boys.
âYeah, well, who do you think theyâre taking out their unhappiness on? Itâs us,â another girl said.
âOne boy at school used to draw a picture every day of how ugly I was,â a third girl said. âEvery day for two years.â
âTheyâve all got âRate The Girlsâ polls on their WhatsApps,â the first said. âThey mark you down for weight gain, haircuts, what you say.â
âBut then, if youâre hot, itâs just as bad, in a different way, because theyâll be talking about how they want to f*** you.â
The girls discussed coping techniques. Bad news: none of them worked.
âThe only way you can stop them is if you become âone of the boysâ and hang out with them. But then,â the second girl said with a sigh, âall the other girls call you a slut. Because youâve gone over to the boysâ side.â
âSurely itâs not all the boys?â I said. âThere must be some nice boys?â
âOh, yeah,â one girl said. âBut they keep their heads down. Because⌠well, look.â
She showed me the Instagram account of her friend. Under every picture she posted of herself â smiling in a new dress; with her dog â dozens of anonymous accounts had replied with the most rank abuse.
âFat.â âSlut.â âYou gonna try and kill yourself again, for attention?â
âTheyâre all boys from her school,â she said. âAnd look, this one boy tried to defend her.â
I saw a series of messages from a brave teenage boy, posting things like, âYouâre all big men, leaving these replies under anonymous accounts.â
As I could see, this boy immediately became a target too. Mainly accusations that he was âwhite knightingâ this girl: âYou wanna f*** her, bro?â
âSo,â I asked, âyou donât think itâs social media pressure to be beautiful, or the economy, thatâs making girls so sad?â
âWell, yeah, them too,â the first girl said. âBut, Monday-Friday, 9-3, Iâm not on social media. Iâm not⌠in the economy. Iâm just with these boys. And no one talks about how horrible they are.â
I thought about another recent report, showing a 30 per cent ideological gap between Gen Z men, who are increasingly conservative, and Gen Z women, who are increasingly progressive.
I thought about Andrew Tate, who has nine million mostly young male followers â and faces human trafficking charges, which he denies.
And I thought: maybe these girls are on to something. Maybe more people need to vape with teenage girls and ask them for the school gossip."
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I just believe it'd be very interesting to see how being the very first out of an entire career would do to someone.
Imagine
[imagine I write her full name her], the middle-aged woman who wants to build her career upon the thing she cherishes most. And teorija, the mother of all [yknow. The thing]
Like, for someone who hunts myths for the sake of knowledge, to become one at the eyes of her peers, yet to still be an asset for her superiors. And the power dynamic that may come out of it.
I'm sure her status would grand her great power and respect from other people on the company (and other companies - which I doubt exist), she showed them and everyone else that this can be a reliable source of livelihood, of course we gotta thank her!
She'd be put in a pedestal of idolatry as the one who brought them all here. As the one who We Must Follow. Not realizing she's in the same spot as them
And the higher up side wouldn't be that much good either, of course they wouldn't treat her most valuable asset poorly! She's the one that made them big for christ's sake! How could they ever let her go!
#perceptive little crow#it's another one of those can i buy a vowel moments. sigh#and I'm also losing my train of thought goddammit#but yeah basically I don't think she'd be having a good time#ig you could also talk about all the potential regulations that were written in blood. either hers or from others#and also about a stable source of income against freelancing and yada yada#if you wanna know what hlev's role on all this would be - potential wake-up call#like âoh. you're actually just doing your job. enjoying it too. man i wish i could do that againâ#and then be like âwait a minuteâ#again im losing my train of thought but yeah aha#anwyays. if only we lived in a kind and fair world....
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After I finish this project which literally has to get done by like 1AM so like soon, I'm gonna start working on the blog retheme. scary!!
#Look I have a list of things to do and there's 3 things on there I haven't done yet. and that's one of them#The other one is to watch the new MLP MYM episodes (Yeah I STILL haven't got around to it)#and finishing TOTK. Idk If I'm gonna get around to it this break. cause it feels wrong to just go and beat the game when -#- I was in the middle of cave hunting. I think I have 11 left ^^;#Anyways I gotta make more art for the blog theme. I'm redrawing the banner#My intro post is getting big redone. gwahhhh#New blog colours. which isn't that big I change that shit all the time lmao#I do wanna look into html themes. like. I can do HTML I made a whole website for an assignment that's fine#but it is daunting!!! because my blog is gonna be like. under construction while I figure it out. if I do#I might put that specific part on for my next break aha ^^;#Android.txt
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Guys. Depression. *melts into the floor*
#im okay tho!!!#i learned that apparently people genuinely care about me and vague posting concerning stuff and then disappearing can be bad#once said something and disappeared and came back to comments such as crab im going to hunt you for sport for scaring me and i was like what#crab says words#anyways my new meds ive been on for two weeks now have a warning that they can cause increased suicidal thoughts and i have depression#so im like is this just my depression be depression or is it the meds and honestly who knows aha#im not worried about it tho because the warning is for hormone imbalance making you sad not the meds magically putting thoughts in your head#so when youre an aethiest who believes you stop existing when you die and fear not existing more than anything in the world well....#i can be sad and hate myself and hate existance and wish i wasnt here as much as i want i will never end up dead over it#small mercies#ive been having so many bad depression days lately it sucks#ive managed to not hard spiral because my friends are really cool about being there if im going through it and reach out#im just bad at the reaching out part aha#i dont want to be a burden and i have been brushed off and ignored when reaching out too many times so#its hard for me to do sometimes#my work around is not addressing the fact im reaching out for that reason at all and just being like yo wanna play video games with me#its been decently effective :D
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⧠Logan Howlett x reader x Storm
⧠summary: Storm and Logan are both hopelessly crushing on you. When they realise that they both like you, they get into a silent competition about who can win you over first⌠until they realise there might not be a need to make you choose; or: You have a threesome with Logan and Storm
⧠warnings: smut 18+, threesome, oral, fingering, handjob, unprotected piv sex, creampie, liiittle bit of ass play, use of dildo between reader and Storm, I think those are the main things, reader is sub-ish and Logan and Storm are more dominant, reader gets called baby, good girl, princess, pretty girl, bub, nothing happens between Logan and Storm btw because Iâm a jealous bitch, reader is shy and a bit awkward, this is definitely mostly porn but romantic feelings are implied too, reader is bi, talking about coming out, but reader is in denial about her crush on Storm and also on Logan bc sheâs oblivious and a lil insecure tbh, mention of being drunk, theyâre all mutants but it doesnât rlly come up, Logan is taller than the reader, the part leading up to the smut is a little unserious lol theyâre all just whipped but yeah itâs kind of a different fic from my prev Logan ones idk itâs more just fun for the first part; also alternative title is BOAF but I didnât know how many people would get that lol
⧠word count: oh. umm 11k (the main smut is 4k at the end if you wanna skip to that loll Iâve put a divider (stars) so you know when it starts, you donât necessarily need to know the backstory)
⧠note: Recently watched X-Men 1 for the first time (yeah i know) and these two are literally the definition of bi panic whaaaatttttt + also I called her Storm and not Ororo(?) because Iâve only watched X Men 1 where they just call her Storm so thatâs the only way Iâm familiar with her, so yeah idk if anyone else wants this combination of characters but i def do so <33
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Youâre focussed as you do your daily stretches, completely oblivious to Storm and Logan watching you from the other side of the gym.Â
They stare as you bend down into downward dog and you make a little exhausted noise at the stretch. Logan almost flinches with how good it feels to hear it; with his enhanced senses itâs as if youâre moaning right into his ear.
Stormâs eyes trail up your legs, over your pink gym set that clings to you in all the right places. She watches a pearl of sweat slide down your belly â she wishes she could lick it off your skin. Logan thinks about making you sweat more if he finally gets you in his bed one day.
He clears his throat after you slide down to your knees, arch your spine and let out a little contented sigh at the welcome stretch. A movement to his right catches Loganâs eye. Storm is standing right next to him, hands on her hips, mirroring his own position.
Is she here to stare at you too? Not that thatâs what heâs doing. He was training here himself and was done a few minutes after you got here. Resting his eyes is part of the cooldown â you just so happen to be in his view.
âYou training today?â Logan breaks the silence.
âTrained earlier this morning,â Storm answers, folding her arms, âWhatâre you doing here?â She sounds almost accusatory.
âJust finished my workout. Making sure sheâs fine with the weights.â Their eyes drift to you, still stretching.
âShe said she might use weights later,â Logan adds, averting his eyes.
The only thing Logan doesnât like about his little crush on you â if you can even call it that â (you can definitely call it that) is that it sometimes makes him nervous, even if just a little. Youâre so sweet and so shy and youâre usually oblivious to his flirting. Heâs not used to that.
âAha,â Storm nods with suspicion and slowly walks out of the gym.
Logan sighs a breath of relief and hopes you didnât hear any of that. He stops himself from looking at your cute little gym outfit again and leaves to shower.
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Later that day, Storm knocks at your bedroom door, âIâve made lunch if you want some.â
Her voice is so angelic, you think, and you briefly wonder if thatâs a normal opinion to have about your friend. Itâs not just her voice, but those pretty lips her voice comes out of â just from woman to woman. She has nice lips. That can totally be a platonic compliment.
You realise sheâs waiting for you to answer as you just stare at her gorgeous, gorgeous face â okay, maybe you do like her as more than a friend.
âThatâs so sweet of you, Iâll come join you,â you put on a high-pitched platonic voice.
Youâre sitting down at the table getting your plates ready â Storm made your favourite food, said she was just craving the taste today â when Logan comes in.Â
âBrought my own lunch, thought I could join you?â He asks but doesnât wait for an answer, sitting down next to you.Â
âWhat if you canât?â Storm says, an eyebrow raised, though playfully.Â
âAnd what would your explanation be?â
âWe need girl time.â
Youâre looking between them with wide puppy eyes. Youâre not sure if theyâre being playful after all. Their faces soften when they look at you.
âMaybe Logan can stay for lunch and weâll go to your room later?â you suggest, âWe can have a sleepover tonight.â
Stormâs face lights up, âGood idea.â You miss the smirk she gives Logan, who then huffs.Â
Logan takes off his leather jacket. Youâre sure thatâs just your mind playing tricks on you but it almost looks as if heâs doing it deliberately slowly, showing off his big, defined arms. Youâre drooling like a dog.
He reaches across the table and your eyes stay glued to his triceps until you hear your name.
âWhat?â
Logan smiles down at you, âI asked if you could pass the salt.â
You swallow and nod, eyes searching for the salt, but Storm gets there before you. She firmly presses the salt shaker into his hand, and his arm is gone from in front of your face. You resist the urge to pout.
A moment later though, Logan reaches out for the pepper himself, âSorry, just needaâŚâ He fumbles with the shaker across the table. This time his arm is angled differently and your eyes land right on one of those delicious veins on his skin.Â
Storm is kind enough to pass him the pepper too, but this time you think you audibly sigh with frustration when Logan pulls his arm back to his body. You focus on eating instead of panicking about whether either of them heard that.
Storm swallows down her jealousy after watching you mesmerised by Loganâs arms for what felt like an eternity with no idea how obvious you were being.
She finishes her glass of water and gets up to get more. She looks at Logan as she walks to the sink. Two can play this game.
With her back turned to the both of you, Storm undoes the top two buttons of her shirt and places the pendant of her necklace right between her breasts. When she sits back down, she leans her elbow on the table and pushes her forearm right against the side of her tits. Your eyes are immediately drawn to them like a honeybee to a flower.
Storm bites back a smirk. She remains silent so as not to pull your attention away from her cleavage. She wants you to get lost there as long as you need to.
Logan rolls his eyes at her and asks you to pass some food from across the table, pulling you out of your trance.
You see the next exchange of looks between the two of them â their eyes do all the talking. You look away and realise⌠are they flirting? You thought they were mad at each other, having a silent argument, but now you think you might have been wrong. Theyâre teasing each other.Â
You canât decide if you should be jealous or turned on. Theyâre the two people you have a crush on â again, platonic crushes, obviously. If they got together, in whatever way, at least theyâd make a hot couple for you to stare at. But youâd also be devastated that itâs not you who gets to be with either of them.
A quiet sound catches your attention â Stormâs fingernail against her necklace, the necklace thatâs nestled right between her breasts. You briefly wonder if sheâs trying to get Loganâs attention with it, but in that moment you donât feel jealous. You just appreciate whatâs in front of you.
With your elbow perched on the table, youâre leaning your head against your hand, and you notice too late that your arm is sliding off the table. You gasp when your head loses its support and you sit up quickly, gaze pulled away from Storm.
Heat blooms on your face and you lift your glass of water to your mouth to cool yourself down. But the picture of Stormâs perfect boobs lingers in your mind and you spill half of the water. It rolls down your neck and to your chest, and before you can even consider drying off, Stormâs holding a folded up napkin to your skin, patting from your collarbones to the neckline of your low-cut top.Â
âAwh, there you go,â sheâs done patting you dry and gives you a reassuring smile. Your nipples get hard at the close contact. You hope she doesnât notice.
You hear a scoff from Logan. Maybe he got something stuck in his teeth. Or maybe itâs directed at you and Storm.
âThanks, Storm,â you smile your sweet smile and finish your meal.Â
But youâre not oblivious to whatâs going on between them â the looks theyâre giving each other â and you donât know if you like it yet. Not that your opinion matters, sadly.
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You bring your own pillow to Stormâs bedroom that night for your sleepover, but sheâs got her bed made up all comfy with more pillows than you could need.
âDidnât know how many you needed,â Storm tells you from in front of her mirror, âIâm so happy weâre doing this. We havenât had any alone time in so long. Been so busy.â
Sheâs braiding her hair for the night, hair pulled to one side as she curls the bottom of her strands around her finger, her beautiful neck now exposed. You think about falling to your knees and begging for just one touch. Maybe draw your finger across her skin, or better yet â your lips. The way friends do.Â
Itâs between the first and second film that you decide to finally say something. You were going to ask her during a boring scene of the romcom you just watched but it suddenly turned into a sex scene. You did your best to seem unbothered and tried to move naturally, scratching your head and flexing your wrist. Youâre not sure if it worked.
âSoo,â you turn to your side to face Storm as the credits play, âYou and Logan?â
You reach into the bag of gummy bears between you and Storm, attempting to seem nonchalant, as if her answer wonât affect you.
She looks a little panicked, and youâre afraid you know what her answer is going to be.
âWhat about us?â she asks.
You give her a suggestive look but she waits for you to say it.
âWell, is there something going on between you two? I felt like you were flirting during lunch.â
âNo, not at all,â she says almost too quickly, âWeâre just friends, if that.â
âReally? Youâd make an attractive couple.â
She lowers her voice, âWeâre really not into each other like that.â You believe her, and withhold your big breath of relief.
âAnd anyway, I prefer women,â she adds.
âReally? I mean, yeah, I thought you might. I wasnât sure. I do too, by the way. Well, I like everyone. I mean not everyone obviously but I like all genders. Not that thatâs relevant.â
Storm smiles at you sweetly and puts a soft hand on your wrist. âOf course itâs relevant. Iâm glad you trust me enough to tell me.â
You giggle nervously, âOf course. I trust you more than anyone in this house.â
Stormâs heart swells in her chest.
You continue, âWell, and Logan obviously.âÂ
Oh.
Obvious, is it?
Well, Storm can work with that.
She picks an incredibly gay film next. She didnât do it on purpose. She just happened to see the film on Netflix. Sure, perhaps she chose it because there were two women in the picture, but she genuinely wasnât aware how much sex was in the film.
Youâre squirming beside her, even more than during the straight romcom you just watched, and it drives her crazy. Sheâs just better at hiding it, but sheâs turned on too. She wishes she and Logan hadnât fought over your attention during lunch; if you hadnât thought that there was something going on between them you might have been ready for more tonight. But she ignores her desire for you, holding her arm tightly as she presses her nails against her skin to relieve some pressure.
When the film is over, Storm tells you how she realised she likes women. When she was little, she had a crush on her babysitter, and ever since then she just knew. You grow bashful when she asks you for your story.
âUh, Halle Berry as Catwoman? That did it for me,â you tell her as your cheeks heat up. Storm only vaguely remembers the film, but she still has in mind that all of her friends told her that the main character looked like her.Â
Itâs not that she didnât know you were attracted to her before, but that solidifies it. Now she just has to get rid of Logan.
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Storm is busy the next day and you miss her presence the entire morning. You woke up before her, your hands still intertwined from when you fell asleep like that, and â like a fucking loser idiot â you imagined what it was like to be her girlfriend and wake up next to her every day.
Now that you know she doesnât like Logan, you can fantasise about being with her again without the jealousy looming underneath if he got her before you. And she didnât just say she wasnât attracted to him (which is crazy) but that theyâre both not into each other (which is crazy of Logan). Both of your crushes are safe.
You decide to try out a new stretching routine to distract yourself from how much youâre missing Storm, your bestie who has no idea how much you like her. The positions are nothing you canât do, but theyâre definitely more challenging than your usual.
Loganâs not expecting to see you when he enters the gym; youâre not normally here at this time.
âHi,â he says. Your head is between your legs as youâre bent upside down. He crouches down to smile at you from between your thighs.
You grin, standing up to turn towards him to say hello.Â
âYâneed some help?â He asks. Itâs more of a rhetorical question, heâs being polite.
âActually, thereâs this stretch I canât get into. I think I should be able to do it, but I just need someone to help push me there.â
Logan huffs out a laugh. This is like the porn he plays in his head every night with you and him in the starring roles. âOf course. Where do you want me?â
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Itâs even better than he could have dreamed. He thought youâd need him to hold your hands and pull to add some resistance, but now youâre bent over in front of him and heâs pushing you into a stretch like a pervy gym instructor.Â
You keep letting out these little huffs every time you ask Logan to push you further. They sound awfully close to moans. His knee is pressing into the back of yours like you asked him to but you keep asking for more.
He changes up his position, standing behind you fully. If he moved even an inch forward youâd feel his cock pushing against your ass. Logan would usually feel like heâs taking advantage with all the thoughts running through his mind about little innocent you but youâre the one arching even further into him.
He thanks himself for his level of self control and how he manages not to get hard with your pretty ass pressed up against him. It fuels the animalistic side of him and he wants nothing more than to fuck you right here, right now.
It was obvious that you were attracted to him before, but with the way youâre pushing back against his crotch makes him realise that itâs far from innocent.
âThank you, that felt really good,â you tell him when you stand back up, losing balance after hanging your head upside down for so long. You use Loganâs chest to brace yourself, palms against the hard muscles there. His hands fly to your waist as he makes sure youâre alright. You nod shyly and, with another quick thanks, quickly make your way to your bathroom.
Heâs got you. Now he just has to get rid of Storm, and sheâs really good with you.
-
You check in Stormâs room after a long shower, but sheâs still out. You find Logan in the kitchen; heâs looking through the almost empty cabinets.Â
âWanna go shopping?â
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You didnât think grocery shopping could turn you on, but everything Logan does makes you want to rip off his clothes.Â
The little things fuel your crush in more heart-warming ways. Like how he picks all your favourite foods, holds the package up to you to ask for approval and places them into the cart that heâs pushing along with one hand as if itâs not full to the brim.Â
Heâs got it all down even to the most obscure snacks you like. Itâs sweet that he remembers and it makes you as dizzy as you felt during your sleepover with Storm. Itâs not like you really have a chance with either of them, if youâre being honest with yourself, so youâre fine liking them both.
But itâs his touch that drives you crazy.Â
Youâre trying to reach a snack on the top shelf. Youâre on your tiptoes and your fingertips are only an inch or so away from it. Just when youâre about to give up, you feel two strong hands on your waist, lifting you that tiny bit with no effort at all.Â
âThere you go,â Logan smiles down at you, taking the package from you and putting it in the cart. Your body still buzzes with the sparks of his touch.Â
Youâre not very helpful for the rest of the shopping trip. All youâre doing is staring at him. You almost fall to your knees when he reaches up to the top shelf and his shirt lifts a bit. You think seeing even just a tiny sliver of his abs might be the highlight of your day, until you remember how he was pushed up against you during your stretches earlier.Â
God, youâre so into him.Â
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Storm finds Logan as soon as she gets home. She hasnât had a chance to talk to him since your revelation yesterday yet.
âSheâs in her bedroom,â Logan tells Storm when she comes in, assuming sheâs looking for you.
âI need to talk to you,â she crosses her arms, âShe told me yesterday that she thinks weâre into each other.â
Logan cringes, âWhat, us two? Is she blind?â
âApparently. I told her that itâs not like that but I donât know if she believed it. She thought we were flirting with each other at lunch the other day instead of with her.â
âAlright, we just need to stop making it so obvious weâre fighting over her. Letâs just not get in each otherâs way and sheâll choose whoever sheâll choose.â
âYeah,â Storm agrees.
Logan smiles, âI canât believe that stunt you pulled when she spilled the water. I mean, come on, that was so unfair, I canât just press a napkin to her tits.â
She laughs, âOkay Mister Bicep, we both have our benefits.â They smile at each other.
Storm huffs, and reluctantly admits: âI wish she looked at me the way she looks at your abs.â
âI wish she looked at me the way she looks at your chest.â
Theyâre standing next to each other now, staring at nothing, consumed by thoughts of you. Theyâre so into you.
âWhen did you realise you like her?â Storm asks.
âI donât remember an exact moment but itâs just, her gorgeous fucking face. And her whole clumsy thing just does it for me, I donât know.â
âI like it too. Sheâs so adorable when she gets all awkward.â
âIt makes me want to fuck her so bad,â they say at the same time, then laugh quietly.
Logan clears his throat, âNot to be crude but Iâd fuck all that nervousness out of her.â
âMe too. Until sheâs so exhausted she canât even begin to overthink anything.â
They exchange a look â this is getting too heated.
âMay the best one win,â Logan concludes, and with a last nod at each other, they both leave the kitchen.
-
Itâs a mutual friendâs birthday that week, and all three of you are going to the party.
Youâre walking to your room the evening of the party, and Logan opens his bedroom door just as youâre walking past it.
âHey, you got a minute?â Logan asks, âI need help with my outfit.â
You smile. Itâs an excuse to stare at Logan, of course youâll help.
He changes his shirt about five times â even though there are only two that he canât decide between. But every time he changes his top, there are a few seconds in which heâs half naked â his muscular, hairy, gorgeous chest and abs exposed, with that thick happy trail reminding you why itâs called that â and you forget all about what the previous shirt looked like.
You watch him change yet another time, quietly sighing to yourself because at some point you have to decide. You watch him button up his shirt and let your eyes roam over the lower part of his body.Â
His trousers are hugging his legs so deliciously, they must be tailored. And that sexy belt he always wears keeps sparkling with the reflection of the light, as if youâre not staring at his crotch enough anyway.
âSo this one?â Logan asks.Â
âY-yeah,â you nod, as if he doesnât look equally good in both shirts anyway.Â
âWhat do you think of the material?â He asks. You smile, getting up to feel it.Â
You place your hand on the side of his arm, trailing down it, feeling his muscles while you pretend to be feeling the shirt.Â
âI like how it feels,â Logan says, looking down at himself and rubbing his fingers over his clothed chest. You follow, bringing your palm to his collarbone to trace his body, from his chest to his lower abs.Â
âIt does feel nice,â you say. Itâs a normal dress shirt, made from whatever material theyâre usually made of, but with the warmth of Loganâs body itâs one of the best things youâve ever felt.Â
Distracted by his body, you donât realise Logan looking down at you, tracing your every feature with his eyes. He can practically see the water pooling in your mouth, and he doesnât need his enhanced senses to know that you want him in this moment.Â
He clears his throat and it makes you lose your balance, gripping Loganâs shirt to steady yourself as his hands fly to your waist.Â
âCareful, bub,â he smiles and you feel the heat on your cheeks. How can this man make you stumble without even moving?
âAre you gonna wear a tie?â you ask quietly â you canât trust your voice right now.Â
âIâve got one here,â Logan passes it to you. He feels like a tie might be a bit too formal for a birthday, but he wonât stop you from staying close.Â
You go on your tiptoes to drape the tie around his neck, nervously fiddling with the fabric. âActually, uh, I donât know how to tie a tie,â you admit, giggling at your own words.Â
âThatâs okay, bub, Iâll show you.âÂ
You donât retain any information as Logan helps you with his tie, guiding your fingers with his big, warm hands over yours.Â
Your breaths intertwine from standing so close, and you donât even realise that youâre on your tiptoes again, trying to get as close to Logan as possible.Â
You know that he can hear how fast your heart is beating, but when his tie is on and you smooth it down against his chest, you feel his own heart beating wildly against his ribcage.Â
Logan looks into your eyes, a soft smile on his lips, and you know whatâs going to happen. Youâre about to kiss.Â
He gently places his hand on the side of your face, leaning in.Â
Just when your lips are about to touch, you hear Storm calling out your name from the hallway.Â
âUh, Storm was gonna do my make-up,â you stutter, Loganâs hand still on your face. He silently drops it and smiles sadly, âyeah,â he says.Â
He moves back to stand in front of the mirror, taking the tie off again, âThink this is too much.â
You nod, âyeah. Sure. Iâll see you later.â
You walk out of Loganâs room with a weird feeling, but as soon as you get to Stormâs room itâs like nothing just happened.Â
It smells so good in her bedroom, a mix of her perfume and hair products and her clean bed sheets. She smiles at you, patting the bed for you to sit next to her.Â
You close the door behind you, creating a space for just the two of you. It always feels like that when youâre with her, even when there are other people around. Except for Logan maybe; heâs the only one who can get in without even trying â but itâs still different when itâs really just the two of you.Â
Youâre immediately lost in the world of beautiful Storm as she presents to you her outfit for the night; it fits her every curve and contour and you briefly wonder how you could ever think of her as nothing more than a friend. It breaks your heart that she only sees you as one, but it doesnât stop the desire you have for her and the joy you feel when youâre around her.
Storm does your make-up on her bed, both of you sitting cross-legged with your knees touching. Her hand is placed gently on your face as she does your eyeshadow.
âYouâre so naturally beautiful,â she tells you in her calm voice, âDonât really need any of this.â
You feel your heart beating wildly in your chest. She just means it as a friend, she just means it as a friend.
You gulp, âWish I looked like you. Youâre so gorgeous.â
She smiles at you softly, âThank you, but youâre perfect like this. Lips.â You open your mouth slightly so that she can apply your lipgloss for you. Even though sheâs using the applicator, it feels as intimate as if it were her finger.
She called you perfect.
Your eyes go down to her lips and you realise she hasnât put any product on her own lips yet. Youâre not sure what comes over you at your next question.
âYou want some too?â you ask, breathless, staring at her lips. Even though youâre not looking into her eyes, you can see her looking down at your lips and she smiles a beautiful, sexy smile and nods.
Storm briefly presses her lips to yours, the way straight girls sometimes do at parties â except that neither of you are straight and youâre not at a party, and you doubt that straight friends feel like this after kissing each other. You pull away instinctively, you donât want her thinking that you could ever even assume that she likes you like that. Youâre just friends, and you know that.
Still, you canât resist reaching out a finger to swipe the excess product over the top of her lip, and you let out a nervous giggle when you notice that her eyes are still on your lips.
An alarm on your phone interrupts you; you set it for 20 minutes before you have to leave to make sure you have everything. You didnât notice how close you and Storm were until you both pulled away at the noise.Â
The alert pulls you out of your Storm induced warm cloud, an uncomfortable feeling settling on your skin. Being the good friend she is, Storm realises immediately.
âWhatâs wrong?â she asks, a soft hand on your arm.
âNothing, I just get nervous about these types of parties sometimes. Thereâll be so many people I donât know, and itâll be so big and loud. I was thinking of taking a shot or something.â
Storm smiles, âNot that Iâm against a little shot for courage, but dâyou wanna know something natural that always helps me calm down?â
âMhm, what is it?â
âI feel like a nice orgasm always makes me calmer. Just a quick one with my fingers or a vibrator.â
Her words knock the air out of you. Somehow, you manage to respond. âIâve always wanted to use toys but I donât have any. I should really get one,â you chuckle nervously.
âIâm happy to share one of mine if you donât mind,â she looks deep into your eyes and all you can do is nod your head pathetically. There are some types of thoughts youâve done your hardest not to let into your head â sheâs your friend, she wouldnât want you thinking about her like that â and now sheâs the one putting them there on purpose.
She twists her lips, almost.. nervously? and, in a low voice, says: âYou think an orgasm right now would help you?â
Again, you donât manage to say any words but you do nod your head, biting your lip.Â
âYou wanna do it yourself or can I stay?â she asks, one shoulder pulled up seductively.
âS-stay,â you stutter.
âI could eat you out if you want, but no pressure. I just feel like thatâs the quickest way.â
You take a deep breath. All kinds of thoughts are shooting through your head, but maybe sheâs just horny. During your sleepover the other day, she told you how she hasnât had sex in a while, and how she gets off on making her partners come, so maybe itâs just a natural desire that she wants to make someone other than herself come again for once. Itâs got nothing to do with you, you know that, but you revel in the knowledge that she at least finds you attractive enough to want to make you come, even if itâs just as a friend.
Youâre also confused. Your ex always took hours to make you come with his mouth, but, still, you believe every word coming from Stormâs pretty lips.
You nod, âYe-yeah. If thatâs okay with you. Thatâs a very uh, very nice, friendly favour.â You have to make sure she knows that youâre not delusional, thinking this is more than friendly.Â
As you squirm in your seat, you miss Stormâs little sigh of frustration at your oblivion. Instead of pitying herself, she decides sheâll show you why you should be more than friends.
âYâready?â she asks, blessing your ears with her bedroom voice.
âYes,â you breathe.Â
Your next breath catches in your throat as Storm leans in to press the most gentle kiss youâve ever experienced to the side of your neck. Sheâs warm and soft and smells like heaven.
Her lips slowly press along your pulse point, the tip of her tongue darting out as she makes her way up to your ear. Her teeth scrape along your earlobe, but she doesnât bite. You almost whimper when her warm mouth is gone from your ear.
Storm slides her hand to your jaw, moving her thumb to your lower lip, âMay I?â
You nod quickly, and she pulls your lower lip down, sliding her thumb into your mouth to wet it.
You suck on her thumb, mouth watering at having her so close. Storm takes her hand away from your face with a satisfied hum and gently folds your skirt up to your hips, pulling your panties to the side.
She giggles, âyâgot such cute underwear.â You look down and remember the panties you decided to put on today â pink underwear with cherries and a red lace trim. You werenât expecting anyone to see it, let alone Storm. Before you have time to get embarrassed, her thumb is on your clit.
You gasp at the first contact, and your knees buckle. Youâre glad youâre already sitting down. She goes to kneel on her soft carpet, sitting down between your legs.
Her breath is on your pussy and you feel yourself clenching around nothing.
âWhat a pretty fucking pussy,â Storm whispers, more to herself, and impatiently pulls your underwear out of the way more harshly, making sure it stays there. She looks up at you from between your legs, pushing your knees up to your chest, and you bite your lip.
This doesnât feel so friendly anymore. Unless she just gets off on making her pretty friends come.
Storm sucks her thumb into her mouth to wet it again and begins to gently rub your clit in circles. She realises how wet you already are and smiles, leaning in to press a kiss to your clit.Â
âThere you go,â she says quietly, and then puts her mouth on you. She runs her tongue through your folds and sheâs so gentle. Youâre torn between enjoying it and wanting more.
âFeels so good,â you mumble, and Storm grips the flesh of your thigh to hold you still.Â
She smiles against you, âYeah?â and brings her middle and ring finger to your pussy. Licking your clit, she pushes two fingers into you, slowly making her way inside even though youâre more than wet enough.
Your pussy makes a squelching sound against her fingers as she begins to fuck into you, curling her fingers up to rub against your g-spot. You gasp when you first feel her there, your head dropping to the side in pleasure as you moan.
She pulls her fingers out to suck them into her mouth, tasting you with a satisfied hum, âTaste so good, baby.â You get even wetter at that name alone, squirming beneath her gaze.
âBe a good girl for me and stay still, okay?â she asks, mouth connecting with your pussy again as she looks up at you. You nod desperately, hoping she canât feel the intense heat spreading over your face down to your chest.
She slides two fingers back into you, fucking you gently but precisely, and you already feel the excitement building up in your belly. Stormâs tongue dances over your clit, exactly how you need it to. The only thing missing now is just a liittle more friction.
Itâs like she can read your mind, continuing to fuck into your wet pussy at a steady pace, as she begins to suck on your clit. You see stars immediately.
Her mouth has been on you for only a few minutes when sheâs got you coming on her tongue and fingers. You whimper her name as you arch your back, hips chasing her face to prolong your orgasm as it crashes over you in waves.
She pulls her fingers out and rubs your clit for a bit longer until youâre squirming again, patting your pussy before she gets up. âGoodâ, she simply says, biting her lip.
âYou feel better?â she smiles at you, innocently sucking your arousal off her fingers as if itâs something sheâs done a million times before. As if itâs a normal thing to do with a friend.
âYeah, much better,â you smile shyly, wondering how to ask her what that was.
She sits down right next to you, pulling your panties and skirt back in place, keeping her hand on your thigh afterwards. She smiles at you, and it feels so intimate. Storm reaches for the lipgloss again, âItâs all wiped away. Here.â
You smile and let her apply the lipgloss again. Storm places a hand on the bed next to your hip to lean in as she does so. She puts the lipgloss away but stays close. She looks at your lips. Your heart starts beating furiously in your chest â sheâs about to kiss you.
This time itâs Logan who interrupts you. He calls out your name from the hallway, itâs time to leave.
Storm sits back, âyou ready?â
âYeah,â you nod. She takes your hand as you leave her room. You donât let go even when you see Logan, his eyes immediately finding your intertwined hands.
He doesnât know what it means. There are plenty of platonic girlfriends that hold hands.Â
You donât know what it means either, but you know you like the feeling.
-
You donât mean to get drunk but thatâs kind of what happens when you subconsciously try to keep up with mutants with healing factors that make it almost impossible for them to get drunk.
You arrived at the party still hand-in-hand with Storm and spent the first half joined at the hip with her. Logan couldnât even get you alone for a second because every time one of you left for the bathroom the other went too without hesitation.
Logan finally finds you alone in the kitchen, looking for another drink.
âYâsure you should have more to drink?â he smiles.
You notice him then, âLogan!â you run over to hug him.
Being drunk makes you more affectionate.
âCan you mix me a drink?â you ask Logan, his arm still around your waist. It feels good there.
âMaybe you want water for now?â
You pout at him drunkenly, taking a step back and folding your arms, âYouâre just jealous you canât get drunk. Doesnât mean Iâm not allowed to.â
Logan lifts his arms in defence, â���Course youâre allowed to, bub. Just making sure youâre up for it. What do you want?â
-
You, Logan and Storm end up in the living room at the mansion. Youâve been very entertaining in your drunk state but, more importantly, you decided to hold one of their hands each in your lap in the back of the car on the way home. They know you get like this when you drink, and theyâd never try anything with you like this, of course. But they could have a bit of harmless fun.
Itâs your idea to play never have I ever, but the two of them are just as happy to. Youâre playing the game with water instead of alcohol, but thatâs probably better for you anyway.
Storm and Logan resist the urge to make the game sexual; theyâre unsure what youâd be comfortable with if you were sober. Youâre the one who makes it explicit.
âNever have I everâŚâ youâre leaning the bottle of water against your cheek to cool yourself down, âhad a threesome.â
The room is immediately struck with tension. Logan and Storm exchange a look that you miss. How have they not thought of this before?Â
You look at them expectantly.
Itâs a perfectly innocent statement â well, innocent in a way that youâre not implying anything to them specifically. Even in your wildest thoughts youâve only fantasised about one of them at a time.Â
Your eyes are on Storm but she shakes her head. Logan drinks. He shrugs, âBeen alive for so long, you try some things.â
Youâre torn between arousal and jealousy, but settle on arousal. You forget all about the game.
âIâm not that experienced,â you tell them honestly, âIâd love to experiment a bit but I get shy. Not that Iâmâ um, not a threesome necessarily. Iâm just saying.â You clear your throat, averting your eyes.
âHow many people have you been with?â Storm asks, voice soft.
You swallow, unsure whether to count her or not. Does it count if it was with a friend? âJust my ex boyfriend.â
âThereâs been no one else?â Logan asks, and you shake your head in embarrassment.
âI told you Iâm shy.â
âNothing wrong with being shy,â he says, âIt can be endearing. Donât you think, Storm?â
When you turn to her, her eyes are already on you, âI agree.â
Your face feels hot and youâre suddenly nervous. Theyâre both flirting with you, if the alcohol isnât deceiving you, and you donât know who you like more. You think of some stupid ânever have I everâ statement to change the topic. They do you the favour of playing along.
Itâs not long until you all go to bed, going your separate ways but not without a long hug from both of them.
-
The next morning, Logan and Storm meet in front of your room. Sheâs made breakfast for you and heâs brought you water and some aspirin.
âI should have thought of that,â they say at the same time. Logan knocks at your door.
âItâs us,â Storm says after another knock.
Youâre not in your bedroom.
They look for you in the entire mansion, but youâre not there.
âMaybe sheâs walking off her hangover,â Logan shrugs, starting to eat the food Storm made for you as theyâre standing in the kitchen.
They donât see you all day.
Stormâs in the kitchen in the evening, starting to worry. She knows youâre not far, and you can handle yourself, but sheâs worried youâre embarrassed about what you said when you were drunk, or regretting what you did before the party yesterday.
There are footsteps coming down the hallway, and she knows itâs you before youâre there.
âHey,â she smiles when she sees you.
âHi.â
âHavenât seen you all day.â
âSorry,â you sit down next to her, a shy smile on your face, âDidnât mean to disappear. I just needed to think.â
Storm breathes. âYeah, thatâs okay. What were you thinking about?â Her heart starts beating faster.
âWell, Iâve been thinking about what Logan said yesterday. And I donât know if Iâm misinterpreting things and I donât want to make anything awkward between us or anythingâŚâ you look at her in worry, and she takes your hand. Sheâs not sure what you mean but she knows you need her encouragement to say it.Â
You continue, âI donât know but maybe⌠maybe Logan could show us what a threesome is like?â
All the worry on your face melts away when Storm grips your hand tighter and gets up. She grins as she pulls you upstairs.
She walks you to Loganâs room and, without knocking, pushes his door open, âMy bedroom. Right now.â He follows you without question.Â
âLock the door behind you,â Storm tells Logan when youâre all in her bedroom. Your skin is on fire.
âWhatsâs going on?â Logan has his arms folded, a smile playing on his lips.
His eyes are on you but you look over at Storm, who just smirks.
âAre you gonna make me say it again?â you ask, horrified.
âYou got this, baby,â she tells you, and hearing her call you that again gives you courage.
You look at the floor, âUh, I donât know if you two want to do that with me but. I was thinking maybe we could, like, have, um, a threesome?â You were a lot smoother in your head.
Logan raises his eyebrows, âYou donât know if we want to do that with you? You tellinâ me you havenât noticed whatâs been goinâ on, bub?â Heâs right in front of you now, hands holding your face.
âUhâŚâ you know he can feel your skin heating up under his fingers.
âWant you so fucking bad. Both of us,â Logan nods towards Storm.
âOh.â
(Logan decides this isnât the time to tell you that his threesome was with two guys.)
They both grin at each other and Logan walks you to Stormâs bed. They sit down on either side of you â you donât even know where to look. You donât know who to kiss first.
Storm makes the decision for you, gently turning your head towards her. You lean in without another word.
This time you get more than a peck. Her mouth is hungry and wet against yours, her lips soft. Youâre kissing messily and loudly, and you do your best not getting on top of her yet. You pull away only because Loganâs there too.
âBeen dying to do that since last night,â you smile.
âI know,â Storm giggles, âKnew you appreciated my friendly favour.â You hide your face in her neck at her teasing. Youâre not sure how you could be so stupid. Now you know itâs more than friendship.
âWhatâs that?â Logan asks, an eyebrow raised.
You bite your lip, âWeâll tell you later.â
Before he can question it, you pull Logan closer by his shirt. His kisses are rougher, but not in a bad way. His beard scratches against your cheek with the desperation in his kisses, and heâs pulling you closer. You moan into his mouth as his tongue slips between your lips, and you grab a fistful of his shirt.
Storm starts kissing the side of your neck, the way she did last night, and youâre so lost in pleasure that you stop kissing Logan.
âToo hot,â you mumble, pulling off your top absentmindedly. They both stop what theyâre doing.
âYou wear stuff like this all the time?â Logan smirks, finger slipping under your bra strap. You forgot about the lingerie you put on for them.
You shake your head, âThought we might do this tonight.â
Logan grins and starts kissing your shoulder, pulling one of your bra straps down with his teeth. Storm turns your head back to her and kisses you again â gentle, teasing pecks from her soft lips to yours. She kisses over your cheek and your jaw, begins to gently nibble on your earlobe.
Logan pauses when his mouth is at your wrist, âYou know, bub, the problem with pretty lingerie like this is that it ends up coming off again real quick.â
Youâre already so horny from two pairs of lips on you that you can barely speak. âDoesnât sound like a problem to me at all,â you mumble.Â
âCan we take it off, baby?â Storm asks.
âPlease.â
You feel Stormâs fingers at your back, opening your bra, and Logan is the one who pulls it off.Â
They both sigh when they see your tits for the first time, moving to the breast closest to them. Logan thumbs over your nipple, gently playing with it while Storm wraps her lips around your other nipple. You feel yourself getting so wet.Â
âH-how aboutââ you take a deep breath to calm yourself down, âhow about you take your clothes off too.â
âHow about you take them off?â Storm bites her lip.Â
You nod quickly, lifting her top over her head to find her bare underneath. You trace your hands over her perfect tits, cupping them as your thumbs rub over her nipples and she lets out the sweetest moan.Â
Out of the corner of your eye, you see Logan moving to take off his shirt so you quickly turn to him, grabbing hold of his shirt to do it yourself while Storm stands up to take off her trousers.Â
You pull off Loganâs shirt and, even though youâve seen him shirtless before, youâre mesmerised by the muscles and the hair and how good he looks.Â
âYâlike what you see, bub?â He smirks and you bite your lip, resisting kissing him. You move on to his belt, trying to ignore how Logan gropes your tits as you get him naked except for his boxers.Â
Storm sits between your legs, helping you out of your trousers and you all move to the middle of the bed. Youâre panting before anything has even started, âSorry, itâs just cause Iâm excited,â you breathe, grinning with anticipation.Â
âItâs okay,â Storm kisses you behind your ear.Â
âSo are we, bub,â Logan tells you, moving to press his lips to the side of your neck. He kisses further up, to your jaw, while Stormâs lips ghost over your collarbone on your other side.Â
Excitement builds up in your belly, your skin tingling all over. You kiss whoever is closer to you â itâs Logan â and start making out with him. The only way to accurately describe the kiss is to say that itâs sloppy. Loganâs devouring you, licking your lips and into your mouth.Â
You carefully feel for Stormâs face and donât stop kissing Logan until sheâs right next to you too so you can kiss her instead. She puts a hand behind your neck to pull you in, and you lean your hand on Loganâs leg to steady yourself.Â
When your hand moves just an inch, you feel how hard he is, and how big. You force yourself to pull away from Storm, your lips already kissed raw.
Loganâs thigh tenses under your hand, âHow are we gonna do this?â
âDonât know, just wanna cum,â you say. You donât want to seem petulant, but youâve never been this turned on in your life. Your underwear is soaked through and it almost hurts how badly you need to be fucked right now.
âWe got you, baby,â Logan says, âCan I take these off?â He starts to pull at the waistband of your panties where they hug your hip, and you nod quickly.
Storm gets up to walk to her nightstand, but you canât focus on her too. Your mind is on Logan all but ripping your panties down your legs, discarding them somewhere on the carpet.Â
He takes your knees to push your thighs up to your chest as you lie down, your head supported by a pillow.
âGod, look at you. So fucking pretty. Look at her, Storm,â Logan says, spreading you open for him to take all of you in.
Storm smirks at Logan, âI know.â
You feel Loganâs eyes going between you and her, but sheâs leaning down to kiss you so all of your senses are taken over by her.
âGot this just for you, baby,â Storm stops kissing you, pulling something out of the drawer of her nightstand. Sheâs holding a pink, soft silk bag, âHad a feeling you might want to play.â She pulls out a pink dildo, and you bite your lip as she kisses you again.
Logan asks you something twice before you register what heâs saying, lightly squeezing your ankle to get your attention.
âHuh?â you pull away from the kiss.
âCan I eat your pussy?â
You nod, âBut I want you inside me.â
Logan smiles, âAlright, just let me get a taste first. Been dying to know how you taste.â
Storm lies down next to you on her stomach to kiss you some more. Her lips trail over your shoulders and move up to your neck.
Logan bends down so his face is between your legs, and he shakes his head in disbelief. âYouâre so wet already, bub. So fucking pretty,â he smiles, moving to lick all the way up your pussy once.Â
âHere,â he pulls your legs over his shoulders as he settles between them. He pushes two of his thick fingers into your pussy and puts his mouth on you. His tongue on you is fast and skilled, but you still need more.
ââS not enough,â you whine, and Logan looks up, smiling.
âNeed me inside?â he asks, wiping his mouth thatâs smeared with you with the back of his hand. You nod, staring in awe as he finally takes off his boxers and you get to see his hard cock in all its glory.
âYâgonna be okay, bub? Itâs kinda big,â he teases. You can see that. But all you can do is keep staring with an open mouth and nod. Storm wipes some spit from the corner of your mouth and gives you a quick kiss.
âYou got this, baby,â she tells you, cupping one of your tits while she strokes over your hair with her other hand.
âYeah,â you say, eyes not leaving Loganâs cock.
âYou ready?â he asks, bending down to give you a long, wet kiss.
âMhmm, need it so bad.â
He chuckles as he spreads your legs for him again, rubbing the tip of his cock along your pussy. Itâs so wet you can hear it.
Logan slowly pushes inside you, and you gasp when he fills you up. Heâs big, but the pleasure outweighs the pain.
âTheeere you go, bub. So fucking tight fâme. Taking me so well,â he starts to thrust into you in a gentle rhythm, fucking you deep but pacing himself.
It takes you a few moments to get used to his size, but Stormâs kisses at your neck help you ease into it. You canât believe this is happening â you never would have thought youâd be with either of them, especially not with both and at the same time.
âFeels so good,â you moan weakly, pulling Storm to kiss you again. You whine when she lets go, but sheâs sitting up at your side again soon, holding the dildo. You nod before sheâs even said anything.
âLet me,â she leans over to Logan, who pulls out of you. Storm fucks your pussy with the cool silicone for just a moment, and itâs wet with your arousal when she brings it up to your chest.Â
She teases you first, rubbing the wet tip of the dildo over your nipples, trailing it up your chest and over your cheek, smearing your own arousal over your face. You bite your lip in frustration, and look down to see Logan jerking off to the sight of you spread out for him. You canât decide who of them you need more.
Youâre salivating just at the thought of Storm fucking your mouth with the toy, and you hum when she rubs it across your lips.
âClose your mouth, baby,â Storm says when youâre about to take it in your mouth. She leans over you and lets her spit drop onto your mouth, smiling as she trails the tip of the dildo around your mouth, your lips desperately parting for it.
âHere, baby,â she says finally, pushing the dildo past your lips. You moan around it, taking the silicone as deep as you can.Â
Storm fucks your mouth with it and all itâs doing is making you even more horny. The sound of Loganâs slicked hand on his cock stops, and heâs grabbing your thighs to spread them more, finally fucking you again. This time his pace is rougher, and itâs exactly what you need.
Stormâs wet lips are on your jaw as she continues to push the toy in and out of your mouth as you suck on it eagerly. She bites her lip as she leans over you to watch you, pushing the dildo in just a bit more.
âDoing such a good job, baby,â she hums, holding your chin.
âYeah, being such a good girl for us,â Logan rasps, voice hoarse as he fucks you, âLook so fucking sexy with your lips wrapped around a cock.â You know he can feel your pussy clench around him at his words and he smirks, rubbing your clit with his thumb.
As you focus back on the cock in your mouth, you notice that Stormâs free hand is down her panties, and you can see her getting worked up too, a bead of sweat rolling down the valley of her tits.
You hum around the dildo and she pulls it out. âWanna eat your pussy,â you tell her, voice almost whiny.
She smiles, sitting up to pull down her underwear. You reach out to touch the flesh of her thigh, and all you want to do is taste her.
You get up, disregarding how Logan slips out of you as you turn around to get on all fours. Storm sits down in front of you, leaning against the headboard.
âIâve never done this,â you tell her, leaning down with your ass in the air. Logan positions your hips so he can rub the tip of his cock through your folds, and you take a moment to close your eyes and focus back on Storm.
âThatâs okay, baby,â she tells you, âI know youâll do well.â
You nod eagerly as you spread her legs, leaning in to press a kiss to her clit. Youâre addicted as soon as you taste her. You open your mouth wider to lick up all of her that you can, attaching your mouth to Stormâs pussy like you never want to let go.
Her hand goes to the top of your head, careful not to mess up your hair as she spreads her knees wider to accommodate you between them.
You lick at Stormâs clit, tongue trailing down to taste her some more. You revel in the sounds she makes when you start to make out with her pussy, all but putting your face in it.
Itâs then that Logan begins to fuck you again, pushing his dick all the way inside your wet pussy. Heâs rocking into you so much that it makes your whole body move forwards and backwards with his thrusts, and you can barely focus on Stormâs pussy.
âSorry, bubâ, Logan says from behind you when he notices that youâve stopped, but you can hear from his voice that heâs not sorry at all. You and Storm smile at each other as you grip her thigh to hold yourself in place and go down on her again.
You get the hang of eating pussy quickly, paying attention to the sounds Storm makes and what makes her knees tremble around your head.
She comes against your lips when you suck her clit into your mouth. Her hand is at the back of your head, hips chasing your face as you play with her clit through her orgasm.Â
Being between Stormâs thighs as she comes ignites a fire in your core, and Loganâs fucking you so good, getting messy from how close he is.
You push yourself up on your arms to kiss Storm, smearing her wetness over her lips as you make out. She has to hold your face so that you donât move too much with Loganâs thrusts, but youâre too weak to keep kissing her as you get closer to your orgasm.
âYou close, bub? Gonna cum inside you,â Logan grunts from behind you.
âMhmm, donât stop, please.â
âI got you, baby, I got you. Doinâ so well,â he grabs your hips to fuck you even deeper as you arch your back. He hits that sweet spot inside you, and one of his hands sneaks down over your belly to rub your clit.Â
Even though you can hear him starting to lose his breath, trying hard not to come yet, he plays with your clit in a way thatâs perfect, and your orgasm has you biting back your moans because youâre scared of how loud theyâd be.
Logan blows his load in you before youâre done coming, and it prolongs your own orgasm as he fills you with his cum, somehow even deeper inside you than he was before.
You almost collapse when heâs done with you, smiling as you roll over to lie on your back.
Storm lies down next to you and kisses you while Logan gets the bottle of water from her nightstand. She drinks a sip first and then passes it to you.
Logan chugs the rest of the water when youâre done, his adamâs apple bobbing as a drop of sweat slides down his neck. You follow it all the way over his glistening abs and down into his happy trail. You notice then that heâs hard again â or still hard â and youâve finally got the answer to that question youâve spent nights thinking about, wondering if his healing factor also applies to his sex drive.
âYou want more, bub?â Logan asks as Storm starts kissing your neck in that way she knows how to do so well.
You nod as you sit up, Storm getting the dildo as she gets behind you, Logan sitting in front of you.
âCan I fuck you, baby?â Storm asks, hand trailing down the back of your spine and over your ass as you get on all fours again.
âYeah,â you tell her, looking back at her with a smile, a new desire forming deep in you.
You get between Loganâs legs, leaning in to kiss him again. Every time his mouth is on you, it feels like heâs devouring you, and itâs one of the best feelings youâve ever had. Heâs all tongue and teeth.
âCan I suck your cock?â you ask against his lips, your mouth squished up with his hand grabbing your face.
âBeen waiting for this since I saw you for the first time, bub. Donât know if Iâll last long.â You never thought youâd hear Logan of all people say those words, but it turns you on that you could reduce even a man like Logan to nothing but his most primal needs.
You grin as you wetly kiss down his chest, arching your back so your ass is in the air for Storm.
âSo pretty,â she mumbles, lost in her own world as she runs the tip of the dildo through your folds, and you almost lose balance.
Loganâs cock leans against the side of your face as you kiss all the way down to his happy trail, and without further thought, you take him into your mouth. You can still taste a bit of yourself on him.Â
Storm starts fucking you with the dildo just as youâre getting into going down on Logan, and you pull your mouth off his cock. Somehow the dildo feels bigger in your pussy than it did with your mouth. Storm knows exactly what sheâs doing.
âDidnât realise how big it was,â you say, steadying your hands against Loganâs big thighs as you fuck back against the toy.
âNot bigger than me, bubâ Logan grumbles, and you giggle.
âWe know, big boy. Itâs not a competition,â Storm tells him, and even though you canât see their faces you know this just became a competition for them. And you really donât mind the two people you have a crush on competing on who can make you come more often.
âCan I play with your ass, baby?â Storm asks you when youâve adjusted to the toy in you and youâre back to trying to stuff all of Loganâs cock in your mouth. You moan around his dick.
âWhat was that, princess?â itâs Logan who asks.
âYeah, you can,â you turn to face Storm, âBut Iâve never done that before.â
âItâs okay. Iâll be gentle. Logan, can you pass me the lube from over there?â Logan ignores her â itâs not on purpose, but youâve gone back to putting your wet mouth on him and youâre sucking his cock, and itâs hard to focus on anything but your wet mouth.
You pull away and look up at Logan, and he passes the lube after seeing the pretty smile you give him.
âFuck, bub, so fucking gorgeous,â he says, bringing your face up to his to give you a kiss and then getting up to sit next to Storm.
âJust relax for us, baby,â Storm says, and youâll never get tired of hearing her call you that.
Logan rubs a hand across your ass cheek, kneading your flesh. He finds his discarded shirt at the edge of the bed, wiping down your inner thighs that are dripping with his cum to try and stop Stormâs sheets from getting too messy.Â
He runs his hand softly up your spine as Storm squeezes drops of lube onto your ass. Loganâs hand goes back down, settling between your legs to gently play with your clit, not to make you cum but to relax you.
âSo pretty,â Storm says absentmindedly as she rubs her thumb over your tight hole.
âCan you come over here?â you ask Logan, feeling weird with both of them at your back. You like having one at each side.
âIâm here, bub,â he sits down in front of you again, lifting your head to rest your cheek on his meaty thigh instead. He gently runs the back of his hand over your other cheek as you sink down into the bed with your upper body.
Storm gently pushes the tip of her finger into your ass, âThat feel okay?â
âFeels good,â you hum, letting her go deeper as she simultaneously starts to fuck your pussy with the dildo.
âSuch a good girl, hmm?â Logan coos from above you and you sigh in pleasure.
âDoing so well,â Storm tells you, thumb hooked in your ass as she begins to fuck your pussy more roughly. You instinctively start fucking back, your hips moving on their own as you get up on all fours again.
Loganâs biting his lip as he watches you take Storm, hand reaching down to jerk off again, but you shove his hand away. âI wanna,â you pout, wrapping your hand around him.
ââM not stopping you,â he tells you, sitting back as you make him feel good with your hand.
âIâm close,â you say, suddenly feeling the pleasant pressure between your thighs, looking back at Storm who smirks at your words.
She fucks into you more roughly, the added stimulation by your ass making you tip over the edge. You let go of Logan and grab his thigh to keep your balance as your orgasm flows through you, even better than the previous one.
She pulls out of you slowly, rubbing a hand over your ass cheek.
âWanna make you cum again,â you turn to Storm.
âLater, baby, come sit on my face,â she says, and how are you meant to resist that?
She lies down on the bed and you straddle her, careful to balance your weight out on your knees rather than on her, âyou sure?â
âCâmere,â she says, pulling you down onto her face, and youâre lost in the pleasure of her tongue on your clit for a few moments before you can even open your eyes again. You take Logan by his wrist and make him stand up in front of you so you can keep sucking his cock.
You suck on Loganâs dick as eagerly as Stormâs tongue is on your pussy, spit running down to his balls like itâs running down the side of Stormâs mouth. You hover over her to let her breathe but she pulls you back down.
âDonât worry about me, I can handle you.â
She sucks on your clit with a new intensity, and you forget all about Loganâs cock as it slips out of your mouth and slides wetly across your cheek. You clumsily stick out your tongue, and Logan chuckles, âSo fucked out already, hm?â He jerks off in front of your face, holding you in place. He begins to fuck against the inside of your cheek, filling your mouth with his cock.
You hum, not really listening but simply taking his cock in your mouth as the pleasure builds up inside you when Storm pushes her tongue into you. Her hands are on your ass and she sucks on your clit harder.Â
Your back arches as you suddenly cum again, cheeks hollowing around Loganâs cock in the process as you suck him in deeper. Storm plays with your clit for a few more moments, lifting you to roll to the side, and your knees sink into the mattress.
âSuch a good girl. Yâgonna make me cum again?â Logan says from above, and you look at him with puppy eyes as you take as much of him as you can.
âBeen doinâ such a good job all night, baby. You can take him deeper,â Storm says, watching you. Youâre going down on Logan but you want her praise too, so you take as much as you can of Logan under both their gazes.
âFuuuck, babyâ Logan groans, his cum spilling down your throat as you swallow him eagerly and he fucks your mouth until heâs finished, the wet sound of his cock in your mouth echoing through the room.
When heâs done coming, Logan lifts you to kiss him, and you know you still taste like him. Storm is on your other side, and you turn to kiss her, both their hands on you as you keep kissing.
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Youâve lost count of how many orgasms youâve each had by the time you collapse in a tired heap of sweat and lust and endorphins.Â
Youâre sandwiched between them, your pussy feeling as warm as your heart.
âNot that itâs a competition but I think I made her come more times than you did,â Logan tells Storm over you.Â
She props herself up on one elbow, smirking at you, âYou wanna tell him?â
You shake your head shyly, looking over to smile at Logan. Youâre close to falling asleep, only half registering what theyâre saying anyway.
âHelped our beautiful girl calm down before the party last night. Tasted better than the birthday cake.â
Logan smiles, âCanât even be mad at you, I wouldâve done the same.â
They notice you drifting off, pressing gentle kisses to your lips one after the other. You feel Stormâs hand on your face.
âLook how gorgeous our girl is,â Logan says, and you can hear the smile in his voice. Those are the last words you hear before you fall asleep.
Our girl. You like it.Â
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P.S. reblog to get a kiss from Logan and let me know your fav moment/line/whatever to get an even sloppier kiss from Storm đłđ¤Â (no but seriously skhksjhgđ, I appreciate every single reblog and comment a lotttt, even if theyâre just short <333)
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day one: when you wish upon a star | lando norris social media au
pairing: lando norris x fem reader
he's been begging max to set him up ... and look who has him in the grid secret santa!
christmas song: my only wish (this year) - britney spears
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f1: it's that time of the year again... it's secret santa time!
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user1: THE SPEEDOS????
user2: 100% from valterri
user3: what do we have to do to see them on tho ???
user4: HUH?
user3: we're all thinking it??
alexalbon: since you're a blabber mouth @charles_leclerc PLEASE PUT MORE EFFORT INTO YOUR GIFT THIS YEAR
charles_leclerc: my gift was great last year idk what you people are talking about
alexalbon: if i unwrap a calendar i will set horsey on leo
charles_leclerc: @rspca GET HIM
user5: i love with secret santa you can really tell which drivers are actually friends lol
user6: charles... we're looking at you last year
user7: the teaser showed that max got lando ... could be interesting after this season
maxverstappen1: not that i need to ... but i have a plan
user8: really?
maxverstappen1: i have concepts of a plan!
landonorris: please don't like gift wrap like a litter box or something
maxverstappen1: oh i like my cats much more than i like you why would i do that?
maxverstappen1: AHA! I HAVE IT
landonorris: that sounds ominous
carlossainz55: is it something to do with his pathetic crush on a certain someone
landonorris: LALALALALLALALA SHUT THE FUCK UP I DON'T WANT THE WORLD TO KNOW ABOUT THAT MAX PLEASE DON'T I'M SORRY ABOUT AUSTRIA
user9: well now it needs to happen...
user10: whoever came up with the grid secret santa i need to give you a big fat kiss
maxverstappen1: you might not be the only one ....
landonorris: SHUT UP
maxverstappen1: hehehehehee
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yourusername: gift giving is my love language
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user14: okay lando i kinda get you
user15: she's friends with max and looks like that and hasn't been hooked? where is the hope for all of us
maxverstappen1: hideous personality đ
yourusername: and you're my best friend so what does that say about you?
maxverstappen1: i have zero standards?
yourusername: girl fuck you
user16: i hate bitches that can actually wrap gifts
user17: leave me alone with my crinkled shit held together with a whole roll of tape
landonorris: my love language is words of affirmation :3
yourusername: okay mr praise kink
landonorris: WHAT? NO?
yourusername: whatever you wanna say babygirl
landonorris: oh i ... um - yes!
user18: oh brother this dude stinks
alexalbon: he is even worse in real life
oscarpiastri: but it is just as entertaining
landonorris: i'm glad my low self esteem is so funny for you guys
yourusername: you're amazing lando - don't think badly of yourself :(
landonorris: did you or did you not call me a 'stumpy, entitled british bum' the other day?
yourusername: well that's because you were fighting max and unfortunately we're two trauma bonded cats and he therefore comes first
yourusername: but i still love you!
landonorris: LOVE?
user19: someone check on him?
oscarpiastri: i just found him passed out in his driver's room
georgerussell63: that's becoming blackmail material
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landonorris: didn't manage to win the championship this time round but i'm hoping max got me something good in the secret santa to say sorry
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user20: thank god this season is ending
user21: i think it would've killed me if this title race went to abu dhabi again
user22: it's pookie on pookie crime
user23: i fear one of the pookies may have killed the other if this went on any longer
maxverstappen1: wouldn't you like to know weather boy
landonorris: um yes? i hate surprises
maxverstappen1: i think you might like this one đ
landonorris: that emoji makes me think you've been scheming
maxverstappen1: maybe i have? you'll just have to wait and see ...
landonorris: STOP I CAN HEAR YOUR EVIL LAUGHTER FROM HERE
landonorris: seriosuly how many of you are in on this it sounds like a pack of hyenas this is meant to be SECRET santa
alexalbon: what do you mean i don't know anything about this ...
landonorris: alex YOU CAN'T STOP LAUGHING AROUND ME
alexalbon: maybe i just find you real funny lando?
landonorris: really?
alexalbon: NO
user24: they are enjoying torturing him way too much
maxverstappen1: call it karma for all the shit he talked throughout the season
landonorris: NOO I THOUGHT I WAS GETTING A NICE GIFT ???
maxverstappen1: oh it's definitely a gift for somone...
landonorris: i deadass won't come to the paddock
yourusername: you'll win it soon lands - just wait for max to retire so i can support you wholeheartedly
landonorris: why not now :((((
yourusername: don't worry babe he's old he'll retire in no time
landonorris: yay 𼳠đ đ
maxverstappen1: excuse me?
landonorris: is four championships and y/n not enough?
maxverstappen1: no!
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maxverstappen1: not just because i want another trophy, but i'll pick up my best secret santa award now thanks
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user25: he didn't ???
user26: i think he did
user27: is that not like prostitution?
maxverstappen1: i don't think giving lando a chance to embarrass himself on a date is prostitution
user28: do you have any faith in him?
maxverstappen1: in him? no. but does y/n also have horrible standards and is easily impressed? yes.
alexalbon: he folded so quickly i hope they got it all on camera
oscarpiastri: that was so humiliating it might have to go on a more x rated website
landonorris: OSCAR????
oscarpiastri: it was harrowing mate but she seemed to like it so go you?
carlossainz55: that was a crazy reaction for it to just be y/n
maxverstappen1: i think you're trying to be funny but it might JUST be a skill issue
landonorris: JUST Y/N? KILL YOURSELF
carlossainz55: woah where is the christmas cheer?
landonorris: i will run you over with my sleigh
landonorris: THIS IS THE BEST GIFT ANYONE HAS EVER GOTTEN ME PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE
user29: bro is so down bad that he just took carlando out back and shot them
user30: bro is so lost in the sauce that he is threatening a festive hit and run
yourusername: okay max we can stop pretending that i wasn't also begging you to set me up with lando
maxverstappen1: but it's so funny watching him make a fool of himself
landonorris: HUH???
yourusername: newsflash baby, i'm just as in love with you as you are with me
landonorris: AHHHHHHHHH <333333333
landonorris: i'm sorry i'll get back to being in love with you one sec
landonorris: @alexalbon @georgerussell63 @oscarpiastri @carlossainz55 SUCK ON THAT
landonorris: okay i love you y/n :3
yourusername: i love you too you crazy boy
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landonorris: christmas wishes do come true!
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user34: so how long do you think he's had that shirt in preparation?
landonorris: 18 months at least - i have faith in myself even if the others didn't
user35: i can't tell if that's creepy or?
landonorris: IT'S ROMANTIC
yourusername: kiss me it's christmas!
landonorris: only because it's christmas?
yourusername: i guess i can give you a couple more passes...
landonorris: not to be dramatic but now i know what it feels like i might die without it
yourusername: not dramatic at all !!!
maxverstappen1: it is kinda dramatic ...
yourusername: SHUSH!
maxverstappen1: i knew you were mushy about this (your diary reads like a very badly written romance book) but good lord this is awful THESE ARE PUBLIC COMMENTS
yourusername: I FUCKING KNEW YOU READ MY DIARY
maxverstappen1: duh! how else did you think this little scheme came to be?
yourusername: ugh i guess
user36: so like where do i get an f1 driver bestfriend who will invade my privacy to get me a bf?
user37: might just start throwing my diary in the paddock at this point
alexalbon: ur so pathetic i love you
yourusername: excuse me old man
alexalbon: old? OLD?
yourusername: i don't care to google you but i've seen you try and read a menu and scan a QR code so stop declaring your love for my boyf or i will keep going
landonorris: she's so possessive đŠđŠđŠ
yourusername: i ate too many grapes on new year's eve to not get and keep my man
alexalbon: trust me, no one wants ur man
yourusername: tell that to the teenage girls in my DMs
user38: it's a pleasant surprise to see that y/n is just as down bad as lando
user39: match made in heaven ... this MIGHT make me a max verstappen fan
user40: i fear this will be an f1 custody battle for the ages
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yourusername: my only wish this year was to finally get you <3
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user41: i already liked this queen but a queen who loves britney spears christmas... that's mother
user42: one of these most underrated christmas songs ever
oscarpiastri: ... some people have even witnessed her live rendition of it
yourusername: don't sound too excited about it then
oscarpiastri: i appreciated the enthusiasm but like i feel like it was a PRIVATE moment ... not for the whole of the garage to see
landonorris: someone is missing lily ....
user43: i am trying to be joyful as per the holiday season but i am absolutely seething with jealousy
user44: hey siri play that should be me
yourusername: nope sorry never gonna happen :P
user45: okay girl you've made your point no need to rub it in our faces
yourusername: actually i think i will! my bf is pretty why wouldn't i show that off ?
user46: yall can hate her for this but realistically this is how we'd all be if we pulled lando
landonorris: you guys acting as if i'm the catch when it's literally her...
user47: do we think santa's elves can make me a lando norris? REAL ANSWERS ONLY ...
maxverstappen1: WOW you wouldn't think this was a double date trip ...
yourusername: you can't complain about BOTH of us pining and then be annoyed about us being lovey dovey
maxverstappen1: i can and i WILL
landonorris: you know what max you can complain all you want because this has been the BEST secret santa ever
maxverstappen1: so you won't call me a dirty driver next season?
landonorris: eh?
yourusername: make no mistake lando, i may love you but my loyalties on track remain with max
landonorris: as long as you're still coming home with me i guess i'll deal with it
yourusername: luv u xxxx
landonorris: i love you tooooo xxx
user48: is y/n going to do more for the on track tension than the literal fia?
yourusername: always gotta be a woman sorting everything out
user50: babe i think max is just afraid of you and lando is so in love he'll do anything for you
yourusername: AS THEY SHOULD BE
fin.
note: and on the first day of christmas aston martini gave to me a smau that undos all of our max vs lando tension from the season !! thought i'd treat yall to the first day early <33
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you kiss the back of my legs and i want to cry
only the sun has come this close, only the sun
gojo satoru x wife!reader; tooth-rotting domestic fluff; gojo LOVERBOYâ˘ď¸ satoru; you aren't any better than him [but less poetic abt the predicament]; tw: pregnancy, 1 tiny mention of throwing up; satoru calls you 'cookie'; and he redefines the word besotted here; his thoughts are also a little yandere-ish but tht's cute, methinks; 2.3k wc; i just wish satoru was real and in my arms rn T-T
belongs to the series 'you make my heart flutter and fibrillate' but can be read as a stand-alone fic if you wanna
the fic title and summary don't rly hv a very strong connection to the fic plotâ except the fact they fit both satoru's & reader's characters in this series to a tee ^_^
fic title and summary from 'gps' by shauna barbosa // header frm pinterest // divider by @/benkeibear // jjk isn't mine
you are clingy.
always have been, in fact, now that gojo thinks about it. long before the two of you were married. long before you were engaged. quite a long time before the two of you were anything apart from friends at best, acquaintances at worst.
yet now, as he feels a pair of arms squeeze tighter around his middle, not really still very much squeezing the air out of himâ your husband reckons you've grown loads clingier nowâ
and he loves you for this. loving you even more when he feels kisses being pressed into the space between his shoulder blades.
soft lips, a tad chapped. not without the shy grazing of your teeth.
just how he likes it.
very much how he adores you.
affection, settled deeper than should be feasible into the hollow of his chest, flutters a little when you nuzzle into his back; that pleased little hum of yours quick to follow it. smiling, gojo turns his head a touch to catch a glimpse of you. it takes a beat before you remove your face to lock eyes with him, before returning your face to his back.
he huffs a chuckle, sounding incredibly fond all the same. his feelings for you can never be suppressed anyway. time has proved this to him enough number of times.
he runs a finger down the length of your arm, relishing how it leaves a line of goosebumps in its wakeâ
"you wanna tell me something, cookie?" your husband finally asks.
your reply doesn't come immediately. and when it does, it is nothing more than a noncommittal noise. too spoiled. too stubborn. a bit too satisfied as well, the emotion further expressed when you nuzzle his back yet again.
gojo's smile grows bigger. his cheeks hurt a little.
he thinks he can live forever with this kind of pain, not even a sigh of complaint ever leaving him.
"ahaâ" he exclaims loudly, still soft enough to keep the quiet of this sweet bubble you've pulled you both into, "so it's just my irresistible charm that's making you so clingy tonight, hm?"
another beat passes.
and just when he thinks he might have to do with another one of your indistinct sounds for an answer, you speak. to be more precise, whine and grumble, everything so sweet in your adorable voice.
"it's not me being clingy, 'toruâ it's the babyâ the baby is making me so clingy. making me feel as if i can't live even for one second without squishing you like thisss!!!"
the first reaction your tightening grasp brings out is the wind getting knocked out of his lungsâ the second reaction being all that oxygen, nitrogen and carbon dioxide being replaced by a feeling so fierce and so tenderâ the strongest thinks his knees would have buckled under its weight had he not been lying down but standingâ
not that he really minds that, though.
for you, he's always on his knees. whether you ask it of him or not. the only light in this world he is willing to bow his eyes before.
it takes him not too much effort but gojo makes a point of struggling whilst he shifts in your hold. and grins when he finally comes face-to-face with you, drinking in the way your brows are puckered and lips a little parted in an incredulous expression.
his grin simmers down however, when his six eyes notice the spark in your tummy. so tiny. so blinding. so pricelessâ to him and you bothâ he knows this, surer than he is of the scars on his palms.
thumbing the hem of your t-shirt, he hums, dragging his eyes back to be drowned in yours, "how many weeks along are you, wifey?"
"satoru," you start, voice turning sharper and just as skeptical as your face was, still isâ only to be shushed by a finger to your lips. the man addressed feels his heart skip a beat at your confused big scowlâ it's got to be a crime to be as cute as youâ really!!!
he pinches your cheek lightly.
"it isn't like i don't remember that, cookie. i just wanted you to say itâ c'mon, tell me quickly!" he presses, noting then utilising the moment your face begins to lose its cynical hue over his words.
the scowl lingers there however, twisting your delectably pretty lipsâ
"nine weeks," you say, hooking a leg over his waist to pull him closer. can he be any closer to you, though? your answer is always a yes, he knows you well enough to know this.
"thirty-one weeks more before we meet our baby."
it's not exactly thirty-one weeks; it's thirty weeks and five days before either of you can meet the baby, but gojo decides not to point out the error. you always hate it when he points out your tiny errors and make a point of snarking about it every time he opens his mouth to speak a word nextâ the man is wary not to upset his wife, yes, thank you very much.
he offers a sage "hm" in response, one he observes you accept slowly. the scowl lifts itself into a curve so fondâ gojo thinks once before he vaults his next query your way. not wanting to see that smile vanish in front of himâ
the ask won't cause anything so. but he can never be too sure. he has read too many books and articles to not grasp how fragile pregnancy hormones can make one be.
he tucks a strand of hair behind the shell of your ear.
fingers tarrying there when he sees you lean into his touchâ not akin a moth to a bright flame, no. he can never hurt you. not even for once in his wildest dreamsâ
but how the north pole of a magnet hurries towards the south pole of another magnet. so different in their nature, a perfect pair of opposite crafted by the natureâ maybe that's why nothing can ever stop them from rushing to each other once they're proximated, the lines of their mutual attraction existing even when thousands of miles apart.
just like you and him.
contrasting, complementing, completing each other every instant, in every facet of life.
he lets his fingers dance through the tangles in your hair, unravelling the knots in there. that pleased little hum of yours reaches him once again.
stowing the sound away, later to be placed on a pedestal in an ornate glass case as the most valuable praise ever given to him for his effort, he runs a gentle hand, nails scratching your scalp carefully.
"and at nine weeks old, just how big might our baby be?"
"i think there is a chart comparing our baby's size to fruits..." syllables unhurried and a pinch mumbled, you press your heel to draw him in a little more. "i did not really read that too attentivelyâ oh. but. yeah!" a grin forms on your features, sleepy still twinkling in excitement.
"shoko sent me a link to this website earlier todayâ any ideas, 'toru, what it might be about?"
gojo does have an idea. he has a very, very good idea.
but he chooses not to say that aloud. you look so extremely adorable when you are being this excited. he would hate nothing more than to see your amped up self getting interrupted by him.
he shakes his head. your grin brightens. eyes crinkling with a glint, he can tell even without looking, is knowing.
the tips of your fingers caress his bare back, softer than a breath. "it's about when our baby forms which organsâ our baby's eyes are being formed now!!! isn't that too cute, 'toru?"
"it is, cookie," he hums without any hesitation, six eyes activating one more time to zero in on that teeny-tiny spark. then deactivating when he looks back up to your sleepy eyes. a terribly tickled, equally wicked glimmer creeps into his grin. "so our baby is just like a tiny ball of cells with two big blue eyes, huh? they must look so scary, hehâ ouch!"
your pinch did not really pain him, but gojo does his best to mimic an awfully wounded puppy, sogging wet from the rain and waiting at the doorstep with his moving blue eyesâ it takes less than three seconds before you let go of your glare with a sigh.
you massaging the sore spot on his arm, your husband watches you give yet another sigh.
"first of all, there's no guarantee our baby will have your eye color and not mine, 'toru," you explain, pinning him under your drowsy stare, "it is very difficult to predict that for sureâ and secondly: i'll punch you if you ever call our baby scaryâ sure, they don't really look like a human in this moment, but they'll slowly get there in forty weeksâ as per the website, their face, hands and feet are forming in the ninthâ"
"okay, alright!! i get your point, my insanely smart, insanely beautiful, insanely sexy wife," gojo cuts in, smiling while warning bells chime in his head at the faintest gloss in your eyesâ
but maybe they weren't noisy enough. that is why he doesn't bite his tongue, rather continuing, "but you weren't actually blaming our poor human-ey baby for your clinginess, were you? it's not like they have a telepathic communication set up with youâ hell, maybe they haven't even started forming their brain!"
"the baby's brain starts forming by the fifth week, satoru," your quiet reply reaches him exactly when he gets his last giggle out. the moist sheen in your eyes grows more prominent.
and his insides begin to twistâ
one-third helpless. two-thirds contrite.
you don't stop talking, tone lower than he has heard you use in nearly forever, "and you better not comment on my bond with our babyâ i'll punch you twice if youâ"
"i wasn't doing that and i promise to never make you feel that way, my cutie-pie cookie," gojo interrupts, voice far gentler than earlier, just as low as yours, "but feel free to throw me out the house if i ever do that, even accidentally. okay?"
you're not okay.
you never are, when it comes to you being actually harsh to him, even when he's the one asking you to beâ shakespeare once called love to be blindâ your husband doesn't think you're blind, however. it is your well-contemplated decision to see his mistakes and see each of them as excusable, perfectly pardonable, no matter how silly or serious the world might regard them to beâ
you make a noise. somewhat annoyed. unhappy too, yeah. before you push your face into the crook of his neck, nose nuzzling into the flesh there.
you would have bitten him by now. but he reckons you might be a bit too tired for all that. you couldn't even finish your dinner before facing the urge to throw up tonight, yet again.
feeling sorry, almost, gojo resumes his ministrations to your hair, half because you need to fall asleep now; the hands on the clock are close to striking midnight. the other half because he just loves playing with your hairâ only to still when you suddenly pull your head back.
brows furrowed as you peer at him, eyes big and earnest.
"you don't really mind when i hug you like this, do you, 'toru?"
"no, cookie!! of course not!!" the man wastes not even a breath before he rushes to explainâ because seriously, what!??
sure, he wasn't the first one to fall between you two. but ever since he did fall, he has never not expressed how every second away from you, every fraction of an instant away from you, causes him pain.
and yeah, he might have been a tad too dramatic whilst doing so, but you've always been so good at reading himâ then why on earth can't you read him now? why don't you read, he loves it when you seek him out, he loves you more than anyone and anything else??
"good," your satisfied little chirp gives him a light shove away from his frantic thoughts. something tells him he should be put on alert by the way your lips curve into a smug smile next.
but gojo finds himself uncaring. just immensely relieved as he trails his fingers from the back of your head to your chin. thumb reaching out to brush the corner of your infectious smile. you continue.
"but even if you did mind, sorry not sorryâ you were the one who put the ring on my finger, so you have to deal with everything i'm, mister!! no refunds nor complaints can be filed here, gojo-san~"
and neither refunds nor complaints he wishes to file, satoru muses to himself as he cups your cheek in one hand. bending down to steal the taste of your beam, your tease, your love for him on his tongueâ
not when he has received the world in exchange for letting go of that poor splintered mess of a heart, he used to call his, but is now yours.
and will always stay yoursâ
"hey 'toruâ what will you do if i chomp on your fingers right now, like really hard? will you yell? or will you be the freak that you're and enjoy it, huh?"
gojo pauses.
and wonders.
is there any binding vow one can make to secure oneself to another in every lifetime, for all eternity?
he hopes there is.
your husband really, seriously hopes there isâ
'cause no way in heaven, earth or hell, does gojo satoru want to let go of youâ and he will not let go of you.
this idea was ROTTING in my brain for ages, but wht gave me the sparkâ the boost to write this was the wonderful sukuna fic written by ari @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸ i seriously love u & ur writings sm, babes đĽšđĽš everyone pls go check their masterlist out. it's studded w diamonds and pearls đđđĽ°
and this is also for my sweet & sour bestie mimi @avatarofstars đ¤đ¤â u đ¤ me in being clingy af towards our fictional hubbies đđđĽ°
hope this was an enjoyable read! pls don't plagiarise, translate or repost this â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
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simon sees a familiar face. (AO3 mirror) tags: darkfic. ghost x nude model! reader. (given a stage name but no discerning characteristics.) violent intrusive thoughts. objectification. rough sex. marking. dacryphilia. possessiveness. dubcon photo sharing.
It's the slip of her skin in his periphery. Moisturised, gold shimmer body glaze. Tucked up against the bar and nursing a negroni in both hands, her dress riding high up on her thigh. Sticks out like a sore thumb in a pub like this, where seedy men come to drink their woes away. Just a little too clean, prim and perfect polish. Pretty enough to make his teeth hurt.
He has to do a double take before he can be sure. Where he would know her calves, those hands and varnished nails, anywhere, he can hardly believe it until she turns a quarter angle and her face comes into full view. Lips he's seen perked up and glossed into erotic O's. Eyes so often half-cast and sultry, lined in kohl, that it's odd to see them wide like this; looking around, searching for something.
Yeah. Simon knows her. Knows her like the grip of a gun, the rip release of a hand grenade, the flat lining of barrack cot mattresses. Knows her so well that his cock chubs up in an almost pavlovian response, fat and heavy and leaking already, like a bloody sixth former seeing a pair of tits for the first time. In all honesty, this might just be the equivalent for a man like himself. Aching jowls, frothy lips. Ageing, dirty beast â thrown the most delectable fucking bone.
Because it's her. Cut straight from the centrefold of his favourite magazine and pasted a mere four feet away. Just as alluring, as provocative as she is in the poster he'd gifted Johnny on a deployment birthday. The object gracing every page not adhered together with dry cum. The one thing that gets him â and frankly, every other mutt on the task force â through long missions.
He throws back the last of his bourbon and slips his mask back over his chin. The haunt is emptier than usual. He assumes the big guy by the doorway is responsible, no doubt hired to follow her around and scare the creeps away. Simon must count as one â if his intentions, latched like filthy claws in his stomach, are anything to go by â but he's also bigger. Bolder. Probably has tattoos that outlast her bodyguard's experience in the field. So he takes his chances as he stretches up and prowls up to where she's sitting.
"Selene Harlow." It's a stage name, of that he's certain. But he has nothing else to call her by, not having fallen short of searching for her true identity. She's good at keeping herself safe from perverts like him. A good fucking girl, if not a little minx.
"Only on the clock." She smiles softly, dipping the orange peel in and out of her drink. It looks untouched, glass sweating onto the bar top. He thinks of holding her head back by her hair and knocking the concoction down her throat. "You don't look like my date."
Simon makes a sound. "No' your usual type, then?"
"I didn't say that." Her dress is low cut, bandage tight. When she breathes in, he devours the way her chest heaves out of the material. Begging to pop free, or else be ripped open right here. He can't imagine she would be opposed to being stripped in public. Not with her breasts plastered on a million different publications, issues displayed in the illicit material case behind every gas station counter.
"Well, he must be soft in th'head."
She shrugs. "Don't sound so surprised." Simon wonders, if he were to press his thumbs down onto each collarbone, how much pressure it would take to snap them in place. He's always liked the delicate arch of her shoulders, the swan-like column of her neck. With how he fixated he is on them now, he can hardly place the dejection in her voice. "Not a lot of people wanna go out with a girl who does what I do. It was only a matter of time before he found out."
"Can' be too pissed at him, a'suppose."
"Hm?"
"His loss is my gain."
"Aha." A flash of teeth. She turns on the bar stool to fully face him, and her knees knock his. Soft fucking legs, plush like a chew toy and he knowsâ he knows what they look like completely nude and spread open. But nothing could've quite prepared him for how different it is to see them in real life. To see her â real, fleshly, blood full â and not be able to take. Have to hold himself back despite the way he's pumped himself raw to her arse almost a hundred times now. He lost the plot some time ago. His mind must think of her as his. "Is that what this is?"
And what is this? Simon doesn't have a name for it. All he knows is the way his head itches, the tantalisation crawling in his skin. The sheer self-restraint it takes not to pocket her home and chain her to his bed. He wants to dig his teeth into her cheek.
Insteadâ
"Could be."
"I think that's up to me." She crinkles in a wily little smile and he chuckles because it's funny. Funny because she takes him to be a good man. But with the way her bodyguard is eyeing him from across the room (fucking muppet), he knows that's not the quality he's projecting. There's the urge to crack a sick joke, something about clipping a bird's wings, just to see her pick up on the rot he carries with him. "You military?"
"Tha' obvious?"
"Hm, no. Wild guess." She straightens her back and the vague gesture she makes with her wrist is enough to drive him up a wall. It sets a timer, ticking time bomb, in his brain that'll detonate if he doesn't get his nasty old hands on her waist. Thirty seconds on the clock. He can never be patient when it comes to sweet things. "Your... stature. And I tend to be popular with servicemen, anyway. What's your name?"
"And why do you wan' to know my name, bird?"
She flutters her lashes, pointedly looking down to where he's bulging in his jeans. Bird is right. She shines like one with pretty feathers, begs to be plucked, because why else would mother nature create things like her if not to appease men like him?
"Figure you'd want me to moan it later."
And it's like watching one fly into a cage on its own accord. His blood boils hot and thin, flooding his head until his eyes strain with something ferocious. "Why wait." Simon says. He can't wrap an arm around her waist fast enough, scooping her from her seat and wrapping her tight against his side. Tight enough that, if she changed her mind, she wouldn't be able to flap her way out of it. "Name's Simon, and there's a bathroom 'round back."
It's nasty. Depraved. Graffiti lines all four walls and it's no coincidence that the one he pins her up against looks the filthiest. Something in him craves to see her degraded (the same part that marked a picture of her in black ink, chicken-scratch body writing proclaiming her as his), brought down to the same peg that he occupies. Beasts with too much baggage stored in their marrow. Humans, men, with moral compasses that skew a tad too far left. Animals. Animalistic.
"I donâ Don't usually do this..." She breathes, excuse stuttered through little whimpers as he mouths at her jaw. Maybe she's afraid of living up to her name, or whatever image Selene Harlow projects. Not a prostitute, he can almost hear her say. Tastes the fear of misconception, sour on otherwise tart skin. He hums and tugs her breasts free with one, scarred paw.
"Doesn' really matter, bird. Were fuckin' made for it." He squeezes the two mounds, pinches knotted nipples and rolls them between his fingers until she cries. Her voice breaks in little bubbled sobs â starts crying so fast that, christ, it must be some sort of record â and he aches in his trousers. Ready to burst if he doesn't bully his cock into a hole soon, just like she's been ready to be unravelled all night. "Made to be mine, yeah? Bloody 'ell, jus' look at you."
Frayed little tapestry. If he weren't so mad with lust, he'd obsess what drove her to this point. What brought her to some shitty pub in Manchester to meet a good for nothing lemon. Why she mewls and completely melts into him when he slaps her tits, just to see the way they jiggle. He's an ugly bastard, definitely punching just by breathing the same air as her, and yet she's so perfectly willing. Flaying herself open, skinned alive. Gasping selfish gulps of air when he finally pulls off his mask to sink his canines into her shoulder.
He's so used to seeing her posed, perfectly still. To have her like this, a trapped worm underneath him, feels like concentrated lightning on every artery. Overstimulating. Paralysing. He never thought he'd see the day where she exposes herself in motion: folding her dress up over her wide hips, slipping soaked panties down to her ankles.
(In fact, he vividly remembers brooding over an interview her magazine had added to the corner of a cover page, once. Selene Harlow tells all! Answers inquiries on video pornography and more!
I don't think I'm the right person for that sort of scene. Not much of an actress, I'm afraid.)
Not that her feigning was ever a concern. Simon knows the giddy gossamer over her eyes can't be artificially replicated. She's too clumsy, too amateur in the way she readies herself for him. Used to doing all this prep in a frilly dressing room with apathetic staff members directing her. Sways a bit on her heels and holds onto his thick forearms as she widens her stance. He stands until she's steady, then drops to his knees in search of the star of this show.
And the sight is as much a bludgeon to his self control as seeing her for the first time was, trigger for the feral mongrel that barks and chomps on his ribcage. Her cunt is just as perfect up close in this grimy bathroom as it is well lit, professionally oiled, and printed on coated paper. A little fuzzy, swollen enough that it flowers open for him on its own. Shyly inviting him to dig his nose right under her clit and inhale, eyes rolling to the back of his head at the scent of her, undiluted. Salivate blooms around his teeth.
When he flattens his tongue against it, she tries to find purchase in the roots of his shorn hair. Nails scrambling along the buzzcut until she forfeits and clamps her hand behind his ears, head thrown back to knock against the wall. If he were a nice man, he would spend hours buried between her legs. Sated by licking her slick from its source, like a kitten given a bowl of cream. Would make her cum until she forgets how to keep quiet, until she screams his name loud enough for the world knows their muse is off the market now.
But if he were a nice man, he wouldn't be defiling her here. He would've taken her out to the Greek place that never seems to have room for him alone, and then back to her apartment, where he'd drop her off with a chaste kiss and a promise to call her tomorrow.
So Simon combs through her lips once, twice, three times. Coats her in enough spit to be able to shove two fingers with little fuss, and scissors them apart. The little thing stretches to accommodate his ministrations immediately, clutch swallowing him up to the second knuckle and sucking around him when he spreads her hole for his leering eye. It's cute â so fucking cute how she clenches and keens and cries. Neck arched up above him. Apple of eden, blank canvas. His fingers leave her cunt as he rises to bite into it.
(Truthfully, she could've done with more prep. She wasn't lying when she said she doesn't do this often, whatever this is. But the way silver pebbles brim on her lash-line makes his chest twist, the dog rearing on its haunches, ready to pounce â and he thinks he'd like to see her babble in pain as he splits her open on his cock.)
"Gonna take you home after this, y'hear? Fuck you well 'n' good, all proper like. Fold ya over a mattress and print my cock on your guts, birdie. Never let you forget it. "
"S-Si! Simon, please. I n-need..."
Ichor beads in the shape of his teeth, streaking oxygenated red down her throat. He makes a mess of it, smearing it across the marred patch of skin, and brings the fluid up to her face to rub it into her cheek. The type of marking he'd reserve for his third or fourth going with someone â if anyone ever lasts that long â but is absolutely necessary right now. Here, with her. Technically their hundredth something time together, if he were deranged enough to count the various times he'd spent himself over her spreads.
But nothing can supersede the truth of the matter. He streaks blood along her face and licks it off in a show of merciless possession. Pretty things like her get plucked off streets and ruined everyday, despite her cynicism on her value, and he can point to at least three other men by name who would slaughter to be in his place. Best to stake his claim now, clamp a collar on the exotic fowl he pulled down from the sky.
"Need wha', hm?" His tongue laps at her cheek, laving over the contour of her nose and swiping right under her eye to catch the tears that freely fall. She winces when he gets too close, hands faltering along his waistband.
"Your... d-dick. Please, please. Just wanna be fucked, Simon."
He plants a rough kiss onto her mouth, all teeth and tongue, and finally ladles himself free of his jeans.
Just wanna be fucked.
Daft, silly girl.
She should've chosen anyone else.
It takes a bit of pressure to feed himself into her cunt, pinning either leg to the sides of his hips as he guides his cock toward the opening. If she was putty before, she's positively liquid now, boneless rag doll slumped onto him. Dead weight. Letting him take control of this fight. Content to do nothing, slack-jawed and empty eyed as her hot walls come to embrace him completely. Her breath halts, the air recalibrating to just the sound of his ragged grunts, and he considers it an invitation to wrap a fist around her neck.
"I'll do more than jus' fuck you, pretty thing. Won' ever let you out of my sight."
And he means it.
It's impossible to withdraw completely from her â vacuum sealed too tight, too good, around him. So he fucks in short thrusts instead, snapping his pelvis back, only to shove forward once her legs begin to flail about. It's brutal even by his standards, rough in a way that supplants pleasure with pain. A small pity surfaces when her lip trembles, discomfort wringing her darling face up like a dish towel. Wet and pathetic, but he sneaks his free hand down to knead at her swollen clit anyway.
Like oil, it slips and hardens, tense enough that he knows she won't last long if he keeps it up.
Simon feels his own release encroaching. Unfurling at the base of his spine to form something cruel and primal. His vision tunnels to fixate on her â not the filthy bathroom or the lewd squelch of her pussy taking him in. Not the banging on the door by a customer desperately needing to piss, or otherwise, her bodyguard concerned at the choked screams carved from her lungs. Just her. Little bird.
The howling in his head doesn't stop, but it sure as hell quiets down when she soaks the coarse hairs at the base of his cock. Squirts, off-white fluid gushing from her and trickling onto the tiled floor. His movements grow stilted, off-rhythm, at the sight. His want grows claws and scales, grows wants that have wants. Beastly. He sees red.
"N-noghonbirfcontraahl." She gasps, suffocated still by the fingers pressing crescent-shaped scars beneath her jaw.
"Don' give a shit." He growls, then cums.
(Really, he doesn't. To see her swell up with his child is just one more added temptation, carrot on a stick. He bucks like a rabid animal and bookmarks that thought away for later.)
His seed doesn't stay put when he pumps her full of it. It gathers and drips out of her, undeterred by the barrage of his softening cock. When he pulls out, it draws milky treks down her legs. There's the instinct to shovel it back into her, tape her lips shut until the spend takes; but as he pockets her panties and helps her readjust her dress (after polishing himself clean on the expensive fabric), he finds he quite likes the thought of parading her around like this.
"C'mon," He nips her earlobe. "let's walk you home."
Simon does end up making good on his promise. They hardly get any sleep that night, sweating on every available surface her flat affords. By the end of it, she's so tuckered out that he has to lift her to bed. Hardly cognisant as he strips to his boxers and sidles up right next to her.
What doesn't escape her notice, however, is when he pulls his phone out to snap a picture of her like this. Fucked to oblivion, puffy pussy oozing about three loads worth of cum.
"W-what are youâ" Stuttered. Panicked, like a pet that has at last realised it's been caged.
"Shhhh, birdie. You're my model, ain't you? Let me show you off, yeah? Won' let it get into the wrong hands."
"Promise?" She whimpers, tucking into his broad chest. She isn't in the condition to give her proper assent, but he takes it anyway, kissing both eyes and carding his fingers across her scalp.
"Promise." He mutters, then sends the portrait off. "Jus' to men like me."
Sgt. Garrick: ?! Is that Capt. Price: Christ, Simon. Someone ought to muzzle you. Johnny: I don't believe you. Johnny: Pick up my calls. Johnny: SIMON.
#should've made this a proper fic#it's longer than i expected it to be#anyway.#simon 'ghost' riley x reader#simon riley x reader#ghost x reader#simon 'ghost' riley#simon riley#ghost#x female reader#call of duty#fanfiction
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!! the bachelors after their first kiss with you
contains ; fluff! gn!(but written with fem in mind)farmer for most. implied male in alexâs. non canon setting (for most). unestablished relationshipsâpre dating. alcohol usage. smoking (cigarettess).
note ; i had a nice time in my imagination with this one
harvey.
he stares at you, stunned at how easily you were able to do the thing heâs been thinking about for weeks. how soft your lips felt, how comforting your hand on his chest was, and how genuinely intoxicated just one simple kiss from you was already making him feel.
he clears his throat, and almost like you just sucked every world out of him, all he could muster up was a mumbled, âthank you.â he thanked you. for kissing him.
you purse your lips, trying your darnedest not to laugh watching his face just drop, realizing the first thing he said to you after you kissed him for the first time was a thank you.
âoh no, it was my pleasure.â you tease, allowing a small giggle to slip. he sighs like his blood has run cold, too embarrassed to even respond. luckily for him, youâre just too perfect, and you cool his sting by leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. you pull back with a smile, hand cupped over the opposing one, âgoodnight harvey. iâll see you tomorrow. you can thank me for that one, then.â
sam.
he acted almost as quick as you did, the moment he saw your eyes fixate on his lips and lean in, he wasted no time to fill in the gap between you two.
âyou kissed me.â he says, face washed in amusement and adrenaline. he remains a solid grip where his hands rest on your lower waist, clear he has no intent on letting you go anytime soon.
âi mightâve.â you murmur, flickering your gaze to and from his. if he didnât know any better, heâd thinkâ
âare you all shy now? did i make you nervous?â he angles his head to chase your nervously wandering eyes, mischievous grin and tease in his tone. his hand consciously cups the side of your neck, thumb pressing into your jaw to gently force your chin up and maintain eye contact.
you huff, shaking your head. âwell, a little! we just kissed!â you try not to sound too whinyâthough, the way his grin spreads almost makes you forget that plan.
âaha! i made you nervous! am i so handsome? am i such a good kisser?â he muses, snickering in triumph.
âsam,â you test, narrowing your eyes through your eyelashes.
âwhat? you dunno know the answer? wanna kiss again to find out?â
shane.
he didnât actually think youâd lean in, much less keep it going for so long that heâd have to push against you a moment later to give him a second to breathe.
but you shake your head, misinterpreting it all so quickly. âiâm sorryâiâm so sorry, i shouldnât have kissed you, i donât know why i did that, iâm sorryââ
âwhoa, i wasnât pushinâ you away,â he immediately rouses, âiâm not mad that you kissed me.â and he snickers lowly, âmore like pounced on me.â
âyouâre not?â you hum breathlessly, straightening your pants and tucking pieces of your hair back. now your chest bubbles with a new kind of embarrassment. you nibble on your lower lip, attempting to ease your breaths. âiâi dunno why i did that. i donât usually drinkâŚmuch less makeout with people while i do.â
you slouch back down on the old, creaky dock next to him. he snorts, tilting his head, ââm just too irresistible, huh?â
you shoot him a glower. âyeah,â you say like itâs sarcastic, but really, youâre well aware you arenât drunk enough to start behaving irrationally. âi just didnât mean to do that.â
âi donât mind that you kissed me.â he shrugs.
you watch as he takes a swig from his beer can. his eyes focus on the overall still lake in front of you both. âyou donât?â
he almost wants to tease you for all your disbeliefs. he chooses to scoff out a laugh instead, shaking his head. âmm-mm.â
you turn to face the water, gently swinging your dangling legs over the edge. âhm,â you hum back, âmaybe we should talk about that when weâre both sober.â
sebastian.
heâs borderline shocked at how easy it was for him to kiss you backâno hesitation after your fingers brushed the back of his hair to pull him in. heâs almost loopy, too, and heâs never been the type to swoon so hard from these kinds of affections. but heâs also learned a lot has changed since he first met you.
âyou taste like cigarettes.â you murmur as you step back, licking your lower lip as if to repeat the taste. you turn towards the city lights, and for the first time heâs finding it nearly impossible to follow your gaze.
âiâm sorry,â he truthfully says, absentmindedly stepping down on the previously tossed cigarette butt at his shoe. âiâve been trying to stop.â
âtastes like you, too. mixed in, i guess.â you note with a smile, âitâs not terrible though. but good, you should try and quit.â
he honestly doesnât know how to take thatâin his mind, he canât imagine that tastes good, much less the combination any glorious. yet you turn to him again, stuffed hands unfolding from your pockets to reach across for his.
all you had to do was to give him a tiny tug, sliding your hands up his shoulders before he repositioned his own back to where they previously sat on your waist.
âlet me bask it in while i can, though.â
alex.
youâve almost never seen him with this soft, content look on his face. youâre half expecting him to burst into laughter, try to justify his actions with a teasing lilt and offer to pretend like it never happened.
but no. all he does is look at you, watching the way your eyes shift between each of his, evaluating. like heâs waiting for one of you to break.
you take the bait. âwhyâd you do that?â you murmur, quiet enough the wind almost picks it up.
he shrugs. âi dunno. it felt right.â he hums, and despite his uncertain words, he says it with sincerity. âwas that the wrong choice?â
you think for a moment. for you, you surely thought about it for weeks. but the timing certainly didnât feel appropriate. vulnerability changes a man like him most of all, and the last thing youâd want to do was take advantage of that. you absentmindedly swirl the grains of sand under your fingertips.
âno, i donât think so.â you respond easily.
he nods. youâve never seen him this quiet, but despite that, youâve got an idea of whatâs exactly going through his mind. when he turns away, youâre certain.
âyou wonât tell anyone, will you?â
âof course not.â
elliott.
he had almost forgotten why he invited you overâjust for inspiration on the last couple chapters of his novel, or did he honestly plan for it to go like this?
âsoâŚwhat happens after theyâŚkiss?â you coyly murmur, still held in his embrace so close you can smell the drop of pomegranate on his lips.
âwell, i havenât written that far just yet,â he pauses to take a breath, âi was hoping theyâd finally confess their love.â
heâs so handsome this close, your head still reels and lips feel fuzzy as you struggle to bring back in your even breaths.
you nod, slow and computing. âyeahâno, that sounds good.â
your plump lips hold him in a trance, as do his, making it so hard to concentrate on his words all the while you feel youâre too fixated on them.
âso you believe they love each other? that they should finally tell the other?â
the kiss rendered you thoughtlessâwhat can you expect from a romantic like him? however, the metaphor is not lost on you. and had he let you go at this point, it wouldnât have been so easy for you to eagerly nod, âabsolutely. two people in love should tell each other theyâre in love.â
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