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Current state of the common population post election: everyone in my college is either crying or actively planning on fleeing the country.
#i cant tell you how heartbreaking this is#multiple students are descussing couthouse wedding plans with their friends to hide their sexualities#or to gain control over their medical care from their parents#some kids are asking their older friends if they can move in because they know they aren't safe at home anymore#my bf and i started learning a new language this morning#so did many other people#if you planned to visit america anytime soon just dont#it isnt safe anymore#we all woke up in hell today#i want out of this timeline#the best thing we can do to rebel now is to just survive this#stay safe#personal
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screaming into the void <3
#my best friends boyfriend (who iâve also been friends with for years) is just. not himself rn#we think itâs a manic episode but we donât really know but itâs. terrifying lowkey#he thinks heâs genuinely jesus and that heâs conquered time and that he and my bsf are adam and eve#heâs been sending my bsf liek hundreds of texts per day since tuesday but it got really really bad and incoherent yesterday#and i woke up this morning to see multiple texts from gcs he created w me in them#and he keeps being like âbecause itâs 6:20 this is trueâ and like âi know that at 9 pm everyone is gonna understandâ#and heâll text like 5 times then send a sc of what he just texted like that proves something but itâs all nonsense#iâm just really really concerned cause he really needs help but i donât know how to ensure that happens cause heâs 19. not a minor#heâs just. not him rn. heâs called my bsf multiple times yesterday when he HATES calling normally#he had his band and his mom over in his apartment yesterday cause my bsf called his mom and h went to his bands show but was visibly not ok#and he saw nothing weird about it even tho he hates having ppl over normally and never without warning#and you canât get him to see logic because everything you say he just twists around to work for him#to be clear it was not this bad when it started. when it started it seemed like normally maybe slightly out there conclusions he was drawing#but it just got worse and worse like exponential decay and really bad yesterday#he also didnât sleep at all yesterday night and idk if he slept tonight#i know his mom took his phone at one point but he texted me and gcs w me in it starting at like 6:20 this morning#and my bsf and i and friends are on a trip out of state rn but weâre leaving today and i donât wanna wake her up until i have to because#this is literally hell for her. but itâs just. scary. i donât know what to do. i donât think thereâs any good options really for me rn#i want to warn ppl and try to explain heâs Not Him rn so they donât get concerned but who knows if theyâll understand what iâm trying to say#i know itâs not the end of the world but it really feels like the end of my world as i know it if that makes sense#and my bsf lives with him in an apartment near their college and they just signed the lease for the next year#but she canât stay there with him alone. not until he gets help. weâre all too scared itâs going in the directon where he thinks itâs better#for ppl to go to the afterlife. which like he never would normally. but heâs Not Him and so like. who knows#he keeps talking about all these different dimensions and how you need to travel to the 7th dimension to understand#my bsf was crying yesterday and she called her mom to explain and she keeps saying that she just wants her jake back itâs really scary#cause he will probably never be the same again. heâll be similar but different but she wants his comfort but heâs Not Him. and canât give it#i just. really want this to get better but itâs so hard to see that happening rn
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got woken up by a loud as fuck bang followed by someone knocking very loudly on the door, and it turns out someone's managed to crash straight into the side of our mum's car, because of course they fucking have.
(I don't think anyone was hurt. our mum wasn't in her car and the person who crashed into it is outside talking to her, but I am genuinely confused as to how they even managed to hit it the way they have)
#personal#thoughts#đŹ post#vent post#<- this doesn't even really effect me other than the fact that it woke us up at the wrong time and our mum is gonna be stressed as hell#but yeah there is literally always some new bullshit happening and today it's this apparently#because it's not just us. nobody in this household gets a break#we constantly experience ridiculous and unlikely sounding bullshit but so do the people we live with#to the point where our mum complains about the exact thing we do where we worry people think we're just making it all up#oh wait also#car crash tw
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#á´Žá´żá´Ž ᴹˣᴞᴸᴟᴿᴾᴺᴳ á´źáľá´´á´ąá´ż áľá´źá´żá´¸á´°Ë˘ / ooc#mobile#I genuinely enjoy lore discussions#i dont get them all that often#even if we have different viewvoints on a topic#its fun to see how everyone thinks and feels#its never personal!!!! its so mu h fun#anyway I woke up not too long ago#gonna tackle some drafts today maybe#before disappearing into bg3 hell#good morning!
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Simon wants to marry you.
This fact was as clear as rain on his mind. You were the love of his life, he was ready to settle down with you and grow old.
So Simon prepared everything for that special day, it was your fourth year anniversary and Simon wants to ask you the biggest question someone could ask and he hoped, maybe even prayed despite not believing in any higher deity, that you would say 'yes' to his proposal.
He has planned out the whole day, from the moment you woke to the moment you would close your eyes for the night again, everything was supposed to be perfect.
Simon brings you breakfast in bed, watching your smile brighten when you see the freshly pressed orange juice and the fresh buns, still warm from the bakery. "Happy Anniversary." He whispers before slipping back into bed behind you, pulling you between his legs and stealing some of the freshly cut Mango from your plate.
When breakfast is over, you two made a mess out of each other while trying to feed each other, he scoops you up and carries you into the bathroom, telling you to get ready and that he has a lot of plans for today which causes you to become perceptive. Immediately starting to question him about his plans, but he's still a trained soldier, he withstands your flow of questions.
Another plan of Simon for today was bringing you to a fair, the same one you two met four years ago.
Here he wanted to ask you to marry him, on top of the Ferris wheel where you two had been stuck together four years ago due to a technical issue with the electronic.
But after spending a few hours walking the fair ground, having to walk back to his car once to bring Lord Otto from Otterson, the plush Otter he won you at one of the stupid and usually very rigged fair games, to safety and out of the way. You make it to the Ferris wheel and Simon's face fell.
"Out of order..." He breathes and runs a hand through his short blonde hair, staring up at the still standing wheel and the dangling cable cars.
"Damn." You curse softly next to him and scratch your neck. "Well, maybe we can ride it another day, mhm?"
"Yeah, maybe. Well, we can't change anything now." He chuckles and squeezes the velvety box in his back pocket. Keeping it safe until you two would reach the next destination.
The small restaurant by the corner where you two lived was filled with loud voice, happy laughter, children running around, not that Simon minded, he knew you were a very outgoing person and enjoyed the social interactions from such evenings.
Simon had reserved a table a few weeks ago and the waiter brings you and him over, Simon shushing the poor man who just wants to help you sit.
He is your boyfriend, bloody hell, he can do something so simple as helping you get seated.
"I know it is our anniversary, Simon," You chuckle as you put down the glass of wine Simon has ordered for you and him, "But something feels different. I just don't know what. Special..."
"Four years is just a long time, love. Maybe your brain finally catches up with... wha-?" Simon wants to be cheesy with you before asking you the question of all questions when suddenly his feet feel wet and he looks down, seeing water come from the kitchen.
His second attempt of asking for your hand has been sabotaged by a broken water pipe.
Simon curses internally as he carries you back outside, not wanting to get your feet wet and cause you catching some flu.
Well, there is only the romantic walk through the nearby park which is empty around this time of the night, so you two can walk around the pond and watch the fireflies and swans before he can go down on one knee and finally ask.
But before he even get you through the sturdy iron gates that allowed entrance to the park, his phone rang, Prices' number on the screen and everything in Simon screams to ignore his Captain for the sake of your relationship and your future.
He apologizes and takes the call, listening to Price explaining that they've got information about a certain Russian Terrorist planning an attack and that they had to meet within the next hour.
"It's fine." You reassure him when he brings you back to your shared apartment, squeezing his hand with a gentle smile on your lips. "I had a lot of fun today with at my side. And saving the world is much more important. We can celebrate another time, Si."
"You're too forgiving." Simon replies and presses his chapped lips against your forehead. "But it's not fine. I had the whole day planned out. And the universe seems against me at all, bloody hell. All I wanted to do tonight was asking you to marry me. And everything I've tried blew. The Ferris Wheel, the restaurant, even the walk..."
You cut him off before he can talk himself into a frenzy by wrapping your arms around his neck, having to stand on your tiptoes and planting your lips on his.
"Yes." You grin when you pull back. "Yes, I will marry you, Simon Riley. I will marry you."
Maybe he should have simply asked you this morning during breakfast, might have saved him from getting another grey hair on his head. But sometimes the simple answer is hidden behind the complicated ideas.
#simon riley#simon ghost riley#simon riley x you#ghost x you#cod x gn!reader#cod mwii#cod mw2#simon riley x reader
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I LOVE SUMMER I LOVE CRAFTS
#so sad I got up and went to pick up my younger brother and go get bagels at the best bagel place in the world#and he waited until AFTER I ORDER to tell me heâs actually not eating I felt like I was in a saw trap#but it was still good I was sad they didnât have my favorite peanut butter cookie but I can make some with my brother just like them#and I asked Andy why he didnât eat and heâs like I just woke up and he did I literally made him get out of bed to go with me#but also he said he didnât want to buy it and I wouldâve bought it for him if that was the actual reason so I was sad#and then I went to my beloved fye to visit my beloved guy there but he wasnât there :-(#I saw the other workers and I said whereâs my buddy :-(#and they were like oh it you heâs not here sorry but I look at when heâs in next#and I was like wait no I donât want to be creepy itâs okay and he was like no itâs you youâre fine LOL#so glad Iâm harmless and nonthreatening and silly ig#I wanted to tell him about the wtm concert tomorrow but actually I probably wonât be able to go so itâs fine#so then I left and went to toher stores and got mad at chain belt prices and I went to hobby lobby#and I just bought all the supplies to make my own đ#the rain one is so fucking cool I love it Iâm mad my star one was off but maybe I can fix it when Iâm not sleepy#and there were no fucking problems today besides me being a professional fumbler#tell me why the hell my ***** called me honey and I instinctively called her buddy back I need reconditioning#𫡠âfuck it we ball đ#god I hope my dad can get tickets to wtm idc if I have to go by myself itâs literally 5 mins from my house#I hope my doctor is so proud of me sheâs going to ask have you been journaling every day like I asked#and Iâm going to say no but I love tumblr personal diary posting#okay bye#my posts
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⼠Make U Love Me
logan âwolverineâ howlett x mutantfem!reader
⪠youâre tired of going places where you canât scream and shout âŞ
tags: featuring the biggest asshole, scott! cheating, a little angst, violence, mentions of blood and death, slight exhibitionism, kissing, edging, dom logan, sub reader, creampie, pregnancy, oral, multiple orgasms, falling in love, etcâŚ
note: heavily inspired by robin thickeâs song with the same title. wc: 4.7k â put my heart into this.
you were scottâs girl. nothing more, nothing less.
it wasnât what you thought it would be, well back then at least.
scott was loving when you two first started dating. he would take you out, treat you like a queen, and was very attentive. but, that all started to change when his first love died in the midst of battle. jean grey.
the day she died, is the day your relationship did too. that same guy you fell in love with, turned into the guy you hated. everything stopped. he was no longer the perfect boyfriend, he was more of a royal asshole.
he wouldnât make love to you, he wouldnât put you on missions with him and when you confronted him about the changeâit would always end in a fight. you didnât deserve this, you knew you didnât. but, you couldnât break up with him. that small piece of your heart wouldnât allow you.
you knew there was a part of him that still loved you. well, you thought he did. that all changed when you and the crew got the news. jean was alive.
âi donât want you going after her, scott! whatâs so hard to understand about that?â you raised your voice, brushing past your boyfriend and putting the onions you just chopped into the hot skilletâcontinuing your recipe for tonightâs dinner.
when the professor told everyone that she was alive, scottâs ears perked up and practically begged the professor to let him be the one to go and find her. charles urged scott that it wasnât a good idea. something could go wrong and she might no longer be the jean we all knewâŚ.she could be possessed by an evil force. the dark phoenix.
but, of course scott wasnât trying to hear that. his mind was clouded with thoughts of the red head. he was still deeply in love with jean. just the thought of her had him going crazy. you knew it and it pissed you off, which brought upon the current argument you two were having now.
âwhat i donât understand is why not? sheâs one of us! i have to bring her back, with or without your permission!â you turned to him, eyes slowly turning into a deep red; the flames from the stove started to riseâsearing the vegetables that sat in the iron pan.
scott started to slowly back up, swallowing thickly as you inched closer to him; afraid of what you might do next. he locked his visor onto the burning food, which he tried to pull your attention on to, but you didnât budge. that is until you heard someone clearing their throat.
your eyes went back to its normal state and you calmed down once you took a look at logan, who stood there watching the whole ordeal. you looked back at the food and turned the stove off before looking back your boyfriend, âcome back with her and see what happens, scott.â
âââ
you didnât come out of your bedroom for dinner that night and neither did he. hell, you barely got any sleep last nightâtoo busy tossing and turning in your bed, thinking about scott and jean together. and when you finally did get some sleep, the sun started to peak over the horizonâa beautiful hue of orange painting the sky.
when you finally woke up, you pulled yourself into a much needed hot shower, before putting on your favorite pair of flare jeans and a cute top paired with some leather bootsâheading downstairs to see what was happening for today. the children passed by, running and walking to hangout after class, while you made your way down the wooden stairs���looking for your boyfriend.
you wanted to talk to him about yesterday, hopefully to make peace with what transpiredâbut it seems like he had other plans when you spotted him holding hands & walking with the newly resurrected jean. and to top it all off, he was wearing a big toothy smile like he was kid in a candy store. oh you were pissed.
they disappeared further into the mansion as you stormed downstairsâeyes darkening while you were hot on their tails, ready to confront them; that is until you were trapped between two big muscle bound arms. âlet me go logan!â you tried to free yourself from his grasp, but there was no use. he wasnât letting you go.
âneed you to cool off. donât need you to go all âflame on!â on them today.â he chuckled and ushered you towards the front door, both of you going towards the academyâs garage and pulling off in his car.
you tossed back your shot of vodka, grimacing at the strong burning sensation, before tapping your glass for more. logan had took you to a bar, so you could drink to your hearts content and stop that flame from igniting within you.
âheâs a fucking asshole.â you spoke, downing your drink again then turning to look at the male sitting right next to you. he nodded in agreement and sipped on his whiskey, letting you vent to him.
âI feel like such an idiot, falling in love with someone who doesnât love me.â
âhis fault he couldnât see what right in front of him.â you passed, wide eyed, looking at the side of his rugged face while he finished off his drink. what did he mean by that?
âpretty lil thing like you deserves to be treated like a princess, not by someone like him.â his compliment made you press your thighs together and shift in your seat.
âand whoâs gonna treat me like one?â you hummed, placing your hand on his arm, pressing against him. it might been the liquid courage that had you feeling so bold, but you knew exactly what you were doing.
logan grunted and smirked, shaking his head before his pretty hazel eyes locked on yours, âcareful, doll. donât know what you might be getting yourself into.â
âmaybe i do~â you flirted back, lips ghosting his ears, making goosebumps rise on his skin. you wanted him badly right now. you didnât care that the two of you were out in a bar, it made no difference. you wanted to take him right here and now.
âletâs play some pool.â he got up from his seat and grabbed your hand, making you sigh in response. maybe you were getting ahead of yourself?
âââ
the two of you played pool for the next couple of hours. logan was surprised to see that you were really good at the game, even more shocked that you had him on a losing streak. âgood thing you didnât put money on it.â you teased, striking the 8ball into one of the holes, winning your fifth game for the night.
âwould ask you to play another game, but itâs time we get back to the mansion. barâs bout to close.â he pointed out and you took a look around, seeing only four patrons left and the bartenders cleaning their glasses. you pouted and racked the balls back into the middle of the table, before grabbing loganâs hands and leaving the bar.
the two of you stood outside of the car for a bit, logan puffing on his cigar while you enjoyed the nightâs cool breezeâmind running rampant with what happened in the bar between you and him.
âloââ you began, making him turn his attention towards youâthe sight of him blowing out smoke did something to you; everything about the male aroused you. why didnât you see him like this before? maybe you wouldâve been happier with him.
âcan i kiss you?â you breathed out, stepping closer to him; body heat overpowering the crisp air outside. âdollâŚ.â he began, but you stopped himânot ready for him to reject your feelings just yet.
âI know you felt something in there with me. if i felt it, i know you did. so, kiss me. prove me wrongâŚ.â you pulled him by his flannel, eyes sparkling with hope and desire; as they flickered to his lips. he searched your face, before he flicked his cigar on the ground and pulled you in closeâhis lips melting on yours.
you wrapped your arms around his neck while his hands moved to the middle of your back, before falling to your assâsqueezing the plump flesh through your jeans. as much as he wanted to pull back, he didnâtâyou were so addictive, he just had have all of you.
his tongue slipped into your mouth and he picked you up and placed you on the hood of the carâkiss becoming passionate by the moment. the taste of the cigar he just smoked and traces of his whiskey had your mind spinning, and your cunt throbbing. âlogannn~â
âi know, princess. smelled how bad you wanted it inside of the bar.â he grunted and his thick fingers quickly unfastened your jeanâs button, tugging them down slightlyâbefore he slipped his hand into your pants, rubbing your throbbing clit through your yellow panties.
âshit youâre soaked. heâs never made you feel like this, right?â he grunted in your ear, pulling your panties to the side and finally connecting the tips of his fingers to your aching clit, rubbing it slowly.
âno never, he never made me wet like thisâfuckâonly you lo~â the sweet moan you let out drove him insane, it fueled him and he couldnât help but to quicken his pace; making your back arch off the hood of the car. gasping, you reached down to hold onto his wrist, trying to stop his pleasurable tormentâbut it did nothing. he kept going, making you buck your hips up into his palm.
âso needy. summers is such an idiot for letting this go.â logan moves his fingers down to your sodden hole, palm pressing right down onto your clit, making your body jolt in response. despite the tight confinement of your pants, his hand was able to work wonders on your lower halfâpumping in and out of your cunt.
you gushed over his fingers each time it hit your spot. the pressure that was building up in the pit of your tummy was becoming unbearable. you desperately needed to let go, show him how good he made you feel.
âgonna cumâall over your fingers!â you warned, eyes starting to roll back into your head as you felt that feeling you loved so much start to burst. that is, until he pulled his fingers away. your eyes shot opened and you watched him suck your juices off of his digits.
âgotta get you home, dollâ he fastened your pants and helped you off the hood of the car; before going to the passenger side, opening the door for you. shooting daggers at him as you stomped your way to the car, you watched as he hopped in the driver seatâignoring your stares.
you didnât bother opening your mouth to speak either. too frustrated, tired and horny to talk. so, you opted to lay your head against the window and watched as the trees became blurred on the way back to the mansion.
as logan pulled the car up the schoolâs drive, you could see the resurrected red head and scott standing outsideâtheir lips glued on one another. you shared a look with logan and shook your head. you didnât have the energy anymore, it was obvious where his heart lied.
getting out of the car, the two pulled back once they noticed the both of you approachingâscott looking like he had seen a ghost. âbaby! i-iââ
âgo to hell scottâ brushing past them, you slowly made your way to your roomâlogan a few feet behind. logan looked at scott and just shook his head. idiot.
he just planted you right into his hands, and boy was he going to keep you there.
âââ
the following weeks started to get better and better for you. getting closer to logan was the best thing to ever happen to you. the two of you would spend almost everyday together, most of the days ended with you finally getting to cum around his fingers and all over his face. you were happier, almost like you were in the beginning before scott ruined it. and he noticed it to.
but, you didnât care what he thought about what you were doing. he ruined his chances of being happy with you ever again and he knew it.
currently you and logan were in an empty class room, with him between your plush thighs; working a third orgasm out of you for today. small hands were tangled in his soft brown locsâtugging them as you grinded your orgasm out on his face. logan pulled away once you calmed down, his beard and half of his face being covered in your slickâwhich he happily licked up; well what he could.
he helped you off the table and pulled your skirt up while peeling your cold wet panties off. âthese? are for me,â you blushed, watching him put them in his pocket before pulling you close. his hands fell to your rear and those eyes that you loved to get lost in, stared right at you; before he pressed his lips against yours.
you melted in the kiss. your body relaxing as the two of you moved in sync, hands moving across each otherâs bodies. ever since that day at the bar, you noticed a change in yourself. a change you slowly welcomed. love. you were falling deeply in love with the wolverine. it was different type of love you and scott had. this one felt like one of those loveâs where you could see the two of you grow old and have a bunch of mutant babies.
you wanted to tell him how you felt, how he made you feel, but you were scared. scared that he might reject you. so, you opted for the latter. being his friend with benefits.
âlogan, I wanna suck your dick~â you pulled back, eyes traveling down to his noticeable bulge, then back up at him.
âdonât wanna hurt you princess. plus ive got a class in fifteen minutes,â he warned and you smirked, slowly sinking down to your knees. âso? ill make you cum in ten~â.
the clinking sound of his belt being dropped to floor, along with his pants, filled the room. he watched with low eyes as you pulled his fully erect length outâcock twitching when he heard you gasp. you now understood why he never fucked you, he was way too big. there was no way your walls would survive that, right?
your mouth salivated at the sight and you could slowly feel yourself becoming even more aroused. gripping his cock and swiping your tongue over the tip, you moaned at the taste of his sweet precum, before you took him into your mouth. he tossed his head back, loving the feeling of your warm wet mouth around him, while you slowly started to take him even deeper.
his big hands practically flew to the back of your head when he felt you gag around him, once he hit the back of your mouth, slowly creeping into your throat.
âdid you just cum? hm, princess?â he locked eyes with you, smelling the familiar scent of your arousalâknowing exactly how you smelled when you came.
you whimpered, still slobbering all over his cock before the grip on your head got tighter and he pressed your pretty little head down harder; nose nuzzled in his bush of brown hairs.
you gagged, but he didnât give you time to adjust as he continued to repeat his actionsâpulling you off of his cock by your hair before forcing you right back on; fucking your mouth to his liking. the more he moved the more arousing it became for the both of you, causing you to relax your throat, letting him fill it with his thick cock.
the sound of you gagging and sucking on his cock along with the smell of your cunt dripping with excitement, had the six foot two man going feral. his pretty eyes fluttered in the back of his head and he forcefully pushed your head deep in his bushâ letting out one of the sexiest growls you ever heard as he poured thick ropes of cum down your throat.
the warm sensation had you dripping right onto the classroomâs wooden floors, moaning at his taste before you swallowed. his grip loosened and you pulled back, gasping for air.
âtold ya i could make you cum~â
âââ
finding yourself back into your room, you were scared by the dark figure sitting on your bed; making you jump out of your clothes like a cartoon character. flickering on the light, scott sat on your bed wearing a plain look on his face.
âthe hell you doing in my room, scott?â you kicked off your shoes, glaring at the brunette. he adjusted his visor before getting up, towering over you a bit.
âyou and logan been really close lately. whatâs up with that?â you stared at him before giggling. he wasnât possibly serious? you ignored him and tried to move around him, only for him to grab you and pull you back.
âgrab me again and thatâll be the last thing youâll ever do. get out of my room and go be with jean. me and you are finished.â you stared into his ruby red colored visor, making sure he got the point. the mutant scoffed and shook his head, âfine. go be a whore for logan, sure heâd love that.â
you didnât even give him time to react before sending a fire induced smack to his face, causing him to yell out from the painful sensation. he was quick to recover, ready to aim his optic lasers at you; until a fist came flying at himâknocking him to the ground. logan stood there for a minute, taking a look at you to make sure you were alright, before pouncing on scott.
you watched as logan nearly beat him bloody before stepping in, tugging on his black button upâbegging him to stop. however, the raspy voice of the professor entered all of your minds, stopping everyoneâs movements.
âthe dark phoenix has risen and attacked me. jean grey is no longer with us. teachers, meet me in the infirmaryâ
logan looked at you and grabbed scott, slinking him around his shoulders, âgo meet me in the infirmary. im gonna take him to his room and have hank look after him.â you nodded and practically raced to the infirmary, meeting the rest of the x-men. they surround xavierâs comatose body, talking amongst each other about what was going on, until ororo started speaking.
âthe professor was attacked a few minutes ago by the x-men we once knew as jean grey. however, the friend we knew and once loved is now gone and is being possessed by a dark entity. this being is catastrophic and we must stop it before itâs too lateââ she paused and took a look at her fellow mutants, before raising an eyebrow.
âwhereâs scott?â
âheâs out of commission for a while. ill catch him up later.â loganâs arm snaked around you waist, appearing behind you and answering her question. she nodded and continued with the details of the mission, before listing out names of those who would be on it.
you and logan were the main frontmen for this mission. storm had converged a plan on how it should go down, along with a plan b; warning you guys that thereâs a slight chance it might end bad. she put her faith in you and the team, before dismissing everyone. the mission would take place tomorrow.
âââ
sitting on loganâs surprisingly soft bed, you relaxed while he was in the shower. your mind was running rampant about what could possibly happen tomorrow. being that this could possibly be the end, frightened you, especially since you havenât told him how you felt.
âlogan?â you called out, listening to the calming sound of the shower running.
âyeah?â he responded and you got up from his bed and stripped out of your clothes, joining him in the shower. the sight of his nude, wet body was breathtaking. so very breathtaking, that you couldnât help but break down and cryâsobbing as the warm water painted your face.
those thick eyebrows raised and he immediately pulled you close, rubbing circled on your back; along with rubbing your head. âhey, talk to me. wonât be able to understand you when youâre crying like this, princess.â
you nodded in his hairy chest before pulling back, sniffling. this was the time to let it all out, let him know how you feel.
âi love you. i love you so fucking bad, logan. youâre all i think about. i think about us getting married and having a litter or two of kidsâŚâ he laughed at and kissed your temple, before urging you to continue.
âyouâve been there for me for a while now. you uplifted me and showed me what true love is. and it pains me to know that thereâs a possibility that tomorrow could take this away from me.â more tears poured out of your eyes and he cupped your face, kissing away your tears.
logan honestly felt the same. he fell in love with you the moment you joined the x-men. even when you got with scott, he still loved you. he just knew it was fate that the two of you were meant to be. he moved his lips down to your soft plump ones, making you melt on the spot.
the kiss the two of you shared held such passion, that you wished you could stay like this forever.
âi love you too, princess. but, you will tell me this tomorrow; when we win.â he kissed from your lips down to your neck before stopping at the middle of your chestâkissing one of your mounds and holding the other; earning a moan from you.
âin the meantime, how about we get started on that litter?â you giggled and nodded your head, before your back was against the wall with his cock in between your legsâwarming up from your heat, while he pinched one of your perky nipples and sucked on the other.
slick started to pool and drip onto his cock as he continued to tease your sensitive breasts, fueling your arousal. âplease, babyâŚ.donât tease meâwanâ you inside of me~â
he pulled away from your nipple with a âpopâ echoing after, still teasing the other one with his rough hands, a smirk painted on his rugged face. âyou sure youâre ready for that, doll?â he asked and you nodded profusely. lifting up your leg, he rubbed himself on your slick coated slit, using your essence as lubricant and then pushed himself into your tightness.
he threw his head back from how you felt, and your walls clung to him; clenching and unclenching around him. the pressure he was putting on your clit, had you cumming prematurely. he smirked and pulled himself out, making you whimper; already missing how he filled you upâeven though it was just the tip.
he repeated that process, pushing his cock in and pulling you out, earning more lewd noises from you and your pretty pussy. âlogannn, please fuck me already!â he grunted in response and slammed himself insideâfilling you to the brim with his cock. you squealed from the pleasurably painful sensation that coursed through you, kissing him to distract you from the pain.
the grip on your leg tightened as he started to pound your sweet little pussy, walls stretching past its normals limits. the more he fucked you, the more your cunt became molded to the shape of his cock. it was evident that you were made for him.
by now, the water had gotten cold and he continued to rut inside of youâcunt coating his cock with your creamy white fluids. he was drowning in your sweet fluids and he didn't need a floatieâhe had reached nirvana.
in one swift motion, the shower was off and you were in his armsâlegs wrapped around his waist while he was still inside; carrying you out of the shower & over to the bathroom sink. he pulled out momentarily as he placed you on your feet and turned you around, your fat ass facing him; while he plunged right back inside of your middle.
pushing your arch down, placing his hands on your hipsâhe reached deeper than before, causing you to scream. âdick too big for you baby?â you nodded and he chuckled, grinding himself against you until he started to pound you silly.
you tried to open your mouth to speak, to warn him that you were going to cum, but your mind was too fucked out to process anything; so you let out a sweet moan. âgo ahead and cum for me princess. could feel her twitching around me.â
it was amazing how he knew your body so well already and it didnât take long for you to heed his words, cumming hard on his dick while he continued to make your cunt his. the tightness of your walls squeezing him, broke him and he couldnât help but to cum buckets inside of youâfilling your tummy up with his kids.
the two of you panted, bodies shaking as your orgasms came over youâyour head being pulled back so he could press a kiss to your lips.
âi love you, princess.â
âââ
blood covered the blue and yellow suits the team wore as the dark phoenix made paint out of their blood. the fight wasnât going so good. some of you were gravely injured, possibly on the brink of death, while some of you tried to catch your breaths; still able to fight.
you looked over at a bleeding logan, worried about the wounds he had received, catching his eyes. âdonât worry, itâll heal.â
he charged towards the being, claws fully unsheathed, with you and few others following suit; only to be tossed away like peons. you laid there in pain, ready to accept defeat, until you heard the crunching of the dirt nearby. turning your head you were shocked to see scott, staring down the possessed body of his old lover.
scott turned to look at you and logan, and smiled before inching closer toward them. your eyes shot open, you knew exactly what he was going to do. âscott! wait,ââ but it was already too late.
with the help of colossus, the leader of the x-men was tossed over to jeanâgrabbing onto her before a red flash of light blinded you all. once it cleared, the two were gone. the only thing that stood where they once were, was scottâs yellow & red custom visor.
you sat there in disbelief. you never expected this to happen. yeah, you his guts, but you never expected him to sacrifice himself. better yet, die.
âcâmon doll, letâs go home~â loganâs raspy voice pulled you out of your thoughts, holding out his hand which you gladly accepted. you turned around, looking at where he was one last time, before turning around heading back to the jet.
ââ
5 months later.
âand here lies the visor that was once used by our leader and hero of the x-men, cyclops. he will be missed.â logan spoke to the new students joining the academyâgiving them a tour, stopping at scottâs memorial.
âlogan~â your voice called out to him, making him turn his attention over to youâhis beautiful pregnant wife. âalright kids, gonna turn this over to our new teacher; ms. frost,â the blonde stepped up with a smile and took over while your husband jogged over to youâkissing your growing belly before moving up to your lips.
âweâre gonna be late! this is the appointment where we get to see the babyâs gender!â
it mightâve started off rough, but you were finally happy and in love.
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Surprise Marriage
Summary: Logan x Fe!Reader -> When you and Logan receive some...surprising news, it leads to a lot of unanswered questions.
Disclaimer: One or two swear words here and there. Mostly fluff, chaos, little angst, yearning, kissing and a happy ending. Not Proof Read.
The morning, so far, had been slow for Logan.Â
Which, thankfully, due to the last couple of years, wasnât out of the ordinary. Sure, a kid or two might forget to have done their homework or the coffee filter hadnât been changed. But other than the small, common, everyday mishaps, everything had been pretty normal.Â
But somehow, when Logan woke up, something felt off.Â
Maybe it was the quiet hallways, maybe it was the fact he hadnât seen any other professors in the break room or around the school, or maybe it was the fact that when he walked into the Professor's office, everyone looked at him withâŚworry.Â
âWhat is it? Whatâs going on?â
âLogan, I think itâs best if you sit down.â
Logan looked around everybody and they all looked worried, too. Not âsomeoneâs deadâ worried, but worried enough to make him feel uneasy.Â
âWhatâs going on?â
âHave you seen Y/n today?â
Logan shook his head. âShe had a late night. Sheâs probably still sleeping.â
Professor X looked at Storm. âGo and get her for me, please.â
Storm nodded and made her way out of the door and towards your bedroom. Meanwhile, Logan was still confused.Â
âCharles, whatâs going on?â
The man took a small sigh and looked at the papers on his desk before looking back up to Logan.Â
âCome on, clearly everyone else knows. What is it?â
The Professor went back and forth with himself for a minute before finally looking back up. âI suppose I should tell you. Youâre married, Logan.â
Logan laughed. âExcuse me?â
âI received these papers this morning from a law firm in Oklahoma. It seems it took them a while to find an address for you both.â
âBoth? What?â
âHere, take a look for yourself.â The Professor pushed the papers to the edge of his desk where Logan took them with caution and a lot of confusion.Â
âWhat the hell? When were these even..drawn up? Better yet, whoâs my wife?â
âWell, that would be the other question except-â
Just as the Professor was about to finish his sentence, the door to his office opened and Storm walked in with you not far behind. Everyone looked at youâŚworriedly. Like they knew something you didnât.Â
Logan looked annoyed as he flipped through a couple sheets of paper but when he saw you, he held the same expression but only for a minute then it turned intoâŚinto something else. Something you couldnât quite put your finger on.Â
Then you remembered.Â
It had been laundry day.Â
And you wore one of his shirts to bed.Â
Standing in his t-shirt and some plaid pyjama shorts that you found in the back of your wardrobe, your hair down and slightly messy from having only just woken up, you looked around everyone.Â
âWhatâs going on?â
âWell, Y/n-â
âTake a look at this.â Logan handed you the pile of paper he had been reading, and with a slightly tired and confused look, you read through it.Â
What was it meant to be? A news article? A government contract? A kidâs essay whoâs handwriting they couldnât readâŚagain?
But no.Â
It was anything but.Â
Well, maybe a government contractâŚof sorts.Â
âThis is a marriage licence.â You spoke aloud. âLogan, why am I looking at a marriage licence at eight in the morning? Oh my god, are Jean and Scott finally getting hitched. About time.â
âNo,â Logan said. âItâs ours.â
âWhat?â
âItâs ours. Weâre married.â
You stopped reading. Even if you had pretended to do so, all the words on the page suddenly became blocks of ink that you couldnât make out.Â
âWhat?â
Then the Professor started to explain. âWe were hoping one of you could explain this to us, though if neither of you wish to, thatâs completely fine. What happens between a husband and wife is none of our-â
âWhen did this even happen?â You asked Logan.Â
âI donât know.â
âA law firm in Oklahoma sent it over. Apparently itâs taken them a while to find your address.â
You thought for a moment. Yourself and Logan hadnât been in Oklahoma for nearly ten months. And you certainly didnât get married. At least, not from memory.Â
âI need to sit down.â
Logan pushed out the chair beside him with his foot and you fell into the softer leather. You had just woken up and all of a sudden you felt like you wanted to sleep for at least a month.Â
âWeâre married? Are you sure itâs ours? Maybe they got the addresses mixed up andâŚI donât know. Got it wrong?â
Logan leaned back and pressed his hand to the side of his face. âFlipped to the back page.â
And so you did.Â
There was your name. And Loganâs. Signed and dated.Â
You were married to Logan.Â
Logan had become your husband as of ten months ago.Â
You had become Loganâs wife.Â
âI think Iâm gonna puke.â
âYouâre not pregnant, are you?â Scott said. Jean hit him on the arm. âWhat?â
âHard to not be a little offended at that.â Logan said, half under his breath, half to you.Â
âDo either of you know when this happened?â
You shook your head, still trying to read the pieces of paper in front of you. When could this have-
âThe library.â
âWhat?âÂ
Logan sat up. âWe signed for a package. What kind of delivery company has us sign a marriage contract instead?â
âI donât know but it had to be there. Thatâs the only time we everâŚwrote our names, signed a piece of paper. It could have been this.â
âWe would have noticed if it said âMARRIAGE LICENCEâ at the top of the page.â
Then the bell rang.Â
âWeâŚshould pick this up later. For now, let's just try and go about today as normal.â
You could only nod in agreement. And as everyone left, the Professor turned to both you and Logan who were sitting facing each other in your chairs.Â
âIâll give you both some time.â
Logan nodded a small thank you and waited until the door closed behind Xavier before he spoke.Â
You were silent. Still processing. Your heart was like rapid fire against your chest and your vision was slowly losing focus on the paper in front of you.Â
Logan pulled the paper from your hands and placed it on the desk before shuffling closer and holding onto both of your hands.Â
âHey, hey, look at me.â One of Loganâs hands came to rest by the side of your face. âJust breathe. I can hear your heartbeat from here. JustâŚtake a deep breath.â
âWeâre married, Logan.â Your voice was quieter than usual.Â
âI know.â
âWeâre married.â
Logan nodded. âI know.â
âWhat are we going to do?â
âThat one I donât know. What do you want to do?â
You shrugged. âWhat are we meant to do? By all technicalityâŚweâre married. Husband and Wife. According to this piece of paper, Iâve been a fraud to the government by not going by Howlett.â
âSo weâŚwe get a divorce?â
âHow? Donât there have to beâŚgrounds for getting divorced?â
âSo, we tell them it was a mistake.â Logan offered. âIâm sure weâll be divorced as quick as we found out we were- are married.â
You could only nod.Â
Logan rubbed a thumb over each of your knuckles. âHey, weâll be okay. Itâll all be fine. Hey, talk to me. Whatâs going on?â
âI woke up and found out Iâm a wife with a husband. Thatâs whatâs going on. Jesus, are the lights always this bright in here?â
You covered your closed eyes with one hand, trying your best to stop the pounding in your head.Â
âHow can you be so calm about this?â
Logan shrugged. âFigure youâre freaking out enough for the both of us.â
That made you laugh a little.Â
âCome on, we need to get to class. And you need to get dressed. Unless you want to teach in your pyjamas.â
You looked down at yourself. âOh, yeah. Sorry about using your t-shirt. Laundry day.â
Logan smiled. âItâs okay. Keep it. It looks better on you anyway.â
Hours later, you found yourself in a pair of jeans you fished from the bottom of your semi-fresh clothes pile and decided to keep Loganâs t-shirt on. A, because itâs one of the most comfortable things youâve worn, and B, it was the only clean top you had.Â
And after spending all day teaching classes, you found yourself going through each of your dirty items and throwing them into the washing machine, being careful to make sure there were no sneaky bright or dark colours that made their way into a wash they shouldnât have been in.Â
âHey.â
You turned to find Storm waiting by the door before walking inside.Â
âHey.â
âHow are you feeling?â
âAfter teaching a bunch of teenagers all day? Exhausted.â You said with a small laugh. And Storm chuckled for a moment before walking around you and leaning on the wall so she was facing you as you unloaded your dirty laundry into the machine.Â
âI know that feeling but that wasnât why I was asking.â
You nodded. You knew that. âI donât know. Itâs justâŚnew information.â
âHave you seen Logan today?â
You shook your head. âNot since this morning. Though he did leave a coffee on my desk when I got back to my classroom after lunch.â
Storm smiled. Between herself and the others (including the kids - though they were yet to find out) Storm thought the best thing to happen was for yourself and Logan to get married. Okay, maybe not in the way it happened. But it was a positive thing.Â
They had been watching you and Logan for years, becoming friends, becoming teammates, trusting each other, finding your ownâŚways together. Like with the coffee. Logan only did that with you. Or how, despite only knowing him a week, seemed to know more about him than anyone else did.Â
You were both so close with each other than some of the kids in the school had questioned your relationship status with each other.Â
âHave you talked about what youâre going to do?â
âWhat can we do? The most reasonable, and sensible, thing to do is get a divorce.â
Storm crossed her arms. âHave you talked about maybeâŚstaying together?â
âWhat?â
Storm shrugged. âItâs an idea. Maybe this is a sign telling you both that thereâs something more than just friendship. I mean, going off what youâre currently wearingâŚthat is his, isnât it?â
You looked down.Â
âItâs laundry day. He let me wear it.â
âAnd are you going to give it back, or did he tell you to keep it?â
You were silent and Storm watched as small patches of blush warmed your cheeks. She had her answer.Â
âLook, all Iâm saying is, maybe this is a sign. Maybe this is your chance to see if there is something more between you and Logan.â
âIf there was, something would have happened by now.â
Oh, how Storm wished that was true.Â
But sometimes it was agony watching you both together. Like how at Christmas, you fell asleep against him by the fire and Logan smiled. It wasnât a big grin, but he smiled. Or how you were the only one Logan would let near him when he had been impaled in his shoulder by a six foot rod. Or how you looked at him. And how he looked at you right back.Â
There was more than just friendship. A lot more.Â
âJust think about it.â
And with that she left. And you were left wondering.Â
What the hell was there to think about? You and Logan were friends, sure, butâŚmore? Sure, when you first met him, it felt instant. Instant likeness, instant trust. And that never came easy for you. Or Logan for that matter. And, yeah, maybe once or twice you had thought something could have happened.Â
Like the night in the motel room, funnily enough, in Oklahoma.Â
It had been one bed and you had both woken up and turned to face each other. You had both been talking for a good twenty minutes when the conversation lulled and you were both there. You felt something. You couldnât put your finger on it but you felt something. But everything was cut short when the owner of the Motel came to knock on the door so he could fix the leaky tap in the bathroom.Â
Or like the night when you all went camping with the kids.Â
Somehow, you had found yourself sharing a tent with Logan even though it had been planned for you and Storm to bunk.Â
You teased Logan on how happy he was to be bunked with you and not Scott. And for a split second, you could have sworn you saw him blush. Though it was probably out of embarrassment of your teasing.Â
But that couldnât have been something. It couldnât have meant anything, could it?
âCouldnât sleep?â
Logan turned and found the last person he expected to be standing by the door.Â
âScott?â
âFigured youâd still be awake and lo and behold, I was right.â
Logan watched as he walked inside and sat across from him. âHave you come to say something, or just be a dick the whole time?â
Scott chuckled, âMaybe a bit of both.â
Logan raised his eyebrows and took another drink.Â
âHave you talked to her?â Logan knew exactly who he was talking about. But he shook his head.Â
âNot since this morning.â
âHave you talked about what youâre going to do?â
âWhat do you want, pal?â
Well, he wasnât being Logan if he didnât want to skip the pleasantries.Â
âI think you and Y/n should give this thing a chance.â
âExcuse me?â
Scott smirked a little. âCome on, you canât tell me youâve not thought about it with her. How close you two are, how you both seem to know what the other does before they even do it. And call it what you want, I think this is the perfect excuse.â
âPerfect excuse?â
âTo see if something can actually happen between you two.â
âAnd why should it?â
âBecause youâre in love with her.â
For some reason, that felt like a punch to the gut to Logan.Â
âLook, bub, I know-â
âLogan, the way you look at her isnât the way a friend looks at another friend. Iâve seen the way you look at her. We all have. From day one, that girl has been something else for you, and even if you donât know it, the rest of us do. Youâre in love with her. You always have been.â
âNo, Iâm-â
âYou canât deny it, Logan.â Scott told him. âEventually something is going to snap and it might be too late. So, youâve done the whole relationship a little backwards. So what? Youâd only get divorced anyway if it doesnât work out. But you need to do something about your feelings, Logan.â
Logan had to laugh. âI think Iâd know if I was in love with someone.â
Scott sighed. Did he seriously have to paint Logan a fucking picture.Â
âYou make her coffee every day. You bring her lunch and sit with her every day. She is the first person you go to when you finally want to ask someone for help. And I know for a fact she is the first person you tell anything to. She knows more about you than anyone else in this building does, and that is down to you and everything you have shared with her. Anytime anyone looks in her direction, you arenât too far behind her.â
âI saw you, that day, when the Mayor and his brother turned up at the school.â Scott continued. âThe way his brother was looking her up and downâŚLogan you were by her side in less than ten seconds and we all saw the look you gave him. That man left the Professorâs office trembling. He also never looked in y/nâs direction again.â
âWhatâs your point?â
âThat you were jealous, Logan. And that, for as much as you can and probably will try and deny it. You love her.â
The conversation lulled for a moment.Â
âAll Iâm saying is at least think about it. Weâve all seen you together. Maybe itâs time you finally noticed yourself.â
Logan didnât see you until the next day when he caught you folding laundry in your room.Â
âWant some help?â
You turned around and saw him. âSure. You can start with that pile.â
Logan entered your room, a little more awkward than usual, and started folding clothes.Â
âHow are youâŚhow are you feeling?â
You shrugged. âLike normal, I guess. What about you?â
âYeah, fine.â
IT was a slight struggle after that but conversation flowed a little easier eventually.Â
That was something Logan always loved when it came to being around you. He wasnât the biggest one for talking to people but with you, it was easy. Probably helped by the fact you could somehow change topics at lightning speed.Â
Conversations with you were never, ever boring.Â
Even when they were probably meant to be.Â
And it wasnât long before your fear surrounding being marriedâŚfaded.Â
Around a week later, a leak had sprung on one side of the school which meant having to bunk rooms for a while. Of course, all the kids went with their friends.Â
But it also meant you had to bunk with someone too.Â
âYou can bunk with me.â Logan told you.Â
You nodded. âFinally sharing a room. Wow, weâre really moving generations in this relationship.â
âAfter you, wife.â
This became a common theme, until the weight of the words settled down on both of you once more.Â
A divorce lawyer had picked up your case.Â
It would take a couple of weeks to get all the papers sorted, but yourself and Logan would be divorced by the middle of the following month.Â
Like nothing had ever happened.Â
Except, it just so happened, that was when something did happen.Â
Scott and Stormsâs words had been playing on Loganâs mind and yours. Not helped by the fact it wasnât the last time someone held that kind of conversation with either of you.Â
You found yourself in a similar conversation with Scott, whilst Logan had a similar conversation with Jean.Â
And then the Professor approached you both, without the other one knowing.Â
Except he hadnât been to sit down and talk to you about it. He just made small comments in passing that left you both questioning more and more about your true feelings.Â
And then Logan found you in the library one night.Â
âHere you are. You didnât come to bed soâŚwhat are you doing?â
Standing close to the top of the book ladder, you were scanning through different books with a flashlight.
âThe main light is too big and the fireâs light doesnât reach this far back.â
Logan blinked. âThatâŚstill didnât answer my question.â
âIâve got a new semester of lessons set out. I wanted to get a head start on finding the books needed.â
Logan looked around. âYou got a list?â
You looked at him. âLogan, itâs past midnight. Go to bed.â
âThatâs not what I asked. Whereâs your list? I know youâve got one.â
Sighing, you reached into your back pocket and held it out. He walked over and plucked it from your fingers.Â
âThereâs twenty six books on this list.â
âAnd I currently have three. If you still want to help, any that you find, just place them on the table behind the sofa.â
And so he did.Â
By two in the morning, youâd both found twenty three books in total. Just three more left.Â
âIs this the right edition?â
âLet me see.â
Logan walked over to where you were still standing on the ladder and handed it up to you. You flipped through a couple of the first pages as you slowly climbed backwards down the stairs.Â
âYeah, this is the right one. The last two should be on a lower shelf.â
As you finally reached the last few steps, you felt your foot slip and your knees crashed against the bars. Except, instead of falling backwards, or rolling with the ladder itself, Loganâs hands steadied you.Â
âYou alright?â
You took a second to breathe. Having your life flash before your eyes for a couple of seconds really knocks the wind out of you.Â
âYeah, yeah,â you laughed a little. âIâm fine.â
You turned in Loganâs arms and was met with his broad and solid chest as his hands held you at your waist.Â
âGood,â Logan laughed a little, too.Â
The sound of your life had always been like music to his ears.Â
A comfort, even when the moment hadnât been all that comfortable beforehand.Â
And for that moment, time seemed to still. Any silence that had been in the room was slowly becoming defending, until your hearing focused on his breathing. The steady rise and fall of his chest and the quickening of your own heartbeat.Â
The flashlight that you had held in your hands had rolled somewhere onto the floor when you slipped on the ladder.Â
But you had never seen Logan soâŚclearly.Â
You had known him for so long and had even spent nights and mornings in the same bed together. But for the first time, you were committing him to memory. Part of you felt like these moments would go, once the papers came through. That even if neither of you wanted it, something would inherently change between you both once the papers were signed and delivered.Â
But something in that moment was changing too.Â
Like how you were realising you never wanted to be away from him. That the best place on this earth was right where you were. In his arms, his eyes on you, and yours on him.Â
You found yourself leaning in forward, almost as if, if you didnât get closer to him, he might disappear.Â
And he was doing the same.Â
One of his hands came up to your face as he rubbed a couple of strands of your hair between his fingers before he slowly pushed it back and let his gaze wash over you.Â
He was committing you to memory, too.Â
His eyes locked on yours once more, just as his other hand trailed down your waist and to your hip.Â
You fell closer to him.Â
Or maybe he pulled you closer.Â
Either way, you never wanted to be without his touch.Â
What felt like an eternity later, you finally felt his lips against yours and yours against his.Â
It started off slow. This was new territory for you both when it came to the other. It was slow, full of mixed feelings andâŚsomething else.Â
Then it snapped.Â
Logan pushed a little harder and you felt your legs hit the back of the book ladder just as his hand and arm snaked around and up your back, holding you flush against him as your own arms pulled him closer to you.Â
Logan braced the hand that had been by your face, by the side of your head, holding onto the book ladder, keeping you both steady.Â
And he felt your breath hitch as he stepped into you.Â
Before you knew it, you were braced against one of the bars on the ladder as Loganâs lips went from yours, across your jaw and down the column of your neck. A small grunt escaped him as your own fingers scratched through the back of his hair and down the back of his neck.Â
However, just as his lips returned to yours and his hands slipped under the hem of your t-shirtâ his t-shirt, as your own started reaching for the hem of hisâŚa clock went off.Â
âW-w-w-w-w-wait. Wait. Stop.â
âIs everything okay?â
You swallowed. âYesâŚno. I donât know. We shouldnât be doing this.â
Logan wanted to ask âWhy? Why shouldn't we?â. But instead, lowered his head. He knew why.Â
âYouâre rightâŚyouâre right.â
Your own temple came to rest against his for a few moments, neither of you wishing to leave the moment just yet.Â
âWe should goâŚbefore someone comes in.â
âItâs two in the morning, who is going to come in?â
âI donât want to leave.â
âThen donât.â
You stayed quiet for a long time, feeling Loganâs fingers draw circles over your skin. Eventually, the only sound you heard was his heartbeat and his breath, slowly matching your own.Â
But no matter how much of you told you to stay, you tried your best to fight it.Â
You and Logan were friends. Friends who were about to get a divorce from a marriage neither of you could remember fully consenting to.Â
âGoodnight, Logan.â
Reluctantly, you stepped out of his arms, his light grip on your hand not letting go until you were both too far apart to hold on any longer, and made your way through the school until you came across an empty room.Â
It was the smaller quiet space that overlooked the back of the school. Perfect for the nights when too much noise was keeping you up at night.Â
Except, it wasnât noise keeping you awake.Â
It was your own mind, relieving the one thing you thought you would never do with Logan. The one thing you wanted most to keep going. The one thing you would never forget.Â
When Logan woke the next day, part of him thought it was all a dream. But even he couldnât have dreamed up anything from the night before and have it still feel so real in the morning.Â
Then he didnât see you for three days.Â
Save for one moment when he brought a box of your things from his room, to yours. You opened the door, wearing another one of his t-shirts. One that went missing months ago. One that he had seen on your at least a dozen times since. One that he felt he was truly seeing for the first time, on you.Â
The exchange, coming from the both of you together, couldnât have felt anything more than awkward.Â
And then another moment hit.Â
You didnât close the door.Â
He didnât know what to say.Â
All he knew was that he wished he was back with you, in the library.Â
And you were wishing the same thing right back.Â
âI should-â
âYou should-â
A small, awkward laugh came from both of you before eventually you shut the door, wishing you had enough confidence to open it back up and call after him.Â
Two days later, Logan hadnât seen you at all.Â
And a morning meeting, with Storm going to get you from your bed, led to Logan realising why he hadnât seen you.Â
âSheâs not there?â
Logan turned immediately. âWhat?â
âWhere is she?â
âI donât know. Sheâs not in her room or any other place she usually is this early in the morning.â
âDoesnât she have classes to teach?â Scott asked.Â
âShe doesnât teach Wednesday and Thursday.â Logan told him.Â
And it wasnât long before Logan heard his name being called behind him by Xavier as he marched his way out of the office and to every room he could think you would be.Â
You were nowhere to be found. It was almost like you hadnât been there for weeks. The books you had taken out â the ones Logan had helped you find â were piled neatly in your bedroom. On your desk, you had a small wicker basket filled with letters and postcards, all arranged in date order, the newest ones being at the front.Â
The pictures you had on your windowsill displayed all the people you loved the most. And included a picture from when you had ambushed him on his birthday. He rarely, if ever, took a photo.Â
But he smiled, albeit a little awkwardly, with you.Â
âWhere could she have gone?â
Logan looked around your room. You wouldnât have just gotten up and left for good. You loved teaching your kids too much, despite whatever else had happened.Â
Then Logan saw the framed pictures on the wall, just across from your bed.Â
âIâll check with Cyerbro. She couldnât have gone far.â
âShe could be half way across the world by now!â
Logan shook his head. âBut sheâs not.â
A lot of them were confused, but Xavier watched Logan for a moment.Â
âDo you know where she is?â
âI have an idea.â
With that, Logan reached for the wall and pulled down one of the smaller frames and carried it out with him.
âHold on, Iâm coming with you.â Storm called out to him.Â
âYou donât even know where Iâm going.â
âLogan, you look like youâre just about ready to punch a bull. I know, right now, even if you are the last person she wants to see, you are the first person she needs. But that also means I know what youâre going to do and, love you or not, Y/n wouldnât want you to hurt someone or even yourself to find her.â
And Storm was right.Â
And she was right to tag along.Â
Because just five hours later, Logan had pulled up outside a local pharmacy. They had received a call on the way; they were heading in the right direction, but they needed to go into the town first. Any chance of finding where she was in the mountains lay where she had been all day.Â
And it wasnât long before Storm had to step in to stop Logan from almost killing the cashier.Â
He had been dancing around the question, leading them all on different tangents of conversation about the town and the people in it before finally he got to his answer.
The cashier nodded. âI donât know where she lives, but Connie might. She knows everything in the town.â
âWhere is Connie?â
The cashier pointed out of the door. âIn the bakery, across the street.â
âThank you,â Logan told him, swiping the picture back up from the counter and walking outside. Storm stopped short behind Logan when she saw he wasnât moving off the sidewalk.Â
Then she saw.Â
You had just left the building and climbed inside your beaten up, old Jeep Wrangler. You pulled out of your parking spot and drove off down the street.Â
And Logan followed.Â
However, halfway up the road, he started to recognise the place. Heâd been here before, except he was going up the way he would come down and out of the cabin.Â
So, he took a turn.Â
He was at your cabin ten minutes before you were. Storm had stayed behind in the town to call the others and let them know what was going on.Â
âYou fixed her up well.â
You jumped at his voice and threw a can of pumpkin puree at his head. Though he managed to catch it before his head made a dent in the can.Â
âJesus, Logan.â Then you realised. âHow did you find me?â
âYou forget that I know you. The pictures on your wall. Theyâre a lot more recent.â
You didnât know what else to say so you turned back to your front door and pushed it open, Logan hurrying after you.Â
âWhy did you leave?â He called out, placing the can on the side.Â
âI didnât leave.â You called back as you unpacked some of your groceries.Â
âYou disappeared into thin air but you werenât abducted. Iâd call that leaving.â
âI needed a break, Logan. I neededâŚtime.â
âTime from what?â
âFrom everything. From you, from marriage, from the school, from the library. Itâs like I woke up one morning and, quite literally, everything had changed. One day we were- we were teachers and friendsâŚwe were us, Logan. And thenâŚwe kissed andâŚI donât know what weâre meant to do, Logan.â You dropped your head as you pressed your palms onto the kitchen counter.
âMaybe weâre meant to do nothing.â Logan walked towards you. âMaybe we keep things as they are.â
âWhat? Single and married?â
Logan shook his head, bringing his hand to pull yours to look at him.Â
âMarried and together.â
Your lips parted for a moment, your eyes scanning his face, waiting for the joke to have its punchline.Â
âSo, we did everything a little backwards?â Logan shrugged. âSo what.â
âLoganâŚâ
âI love you, y/n.â Logan told you, nothing but seriousness and truth in his eyes. âAnd I think you love me, too. But youâre scared. And so am I. Do you love me, y/n?â
You were trying your hardest to keep your emotions inside you, but something was failing. âOf course I do.â
âThen we start here, just you and me.â
âIf something goes wrong, I canât lose you. You mean too much to me, Logan.â
Logan smirked. âGood job I can regenerate.â
You scoffed and hit him in the shoulder. âYou know what I mean.â
Logan nodded, a faint smile on his face. âI know. Youâre not going to lose me, Y/n. You couldnât ever.â
âPromise me.â
Logan nodded. âI promise. Can I kiss you now?â
Logan didnât have time to finish his question before your lips met his in a searing kiss, your hands pulling him closer to you whilst his own arms wrapped around you.Â
Maybe you had done the whole relationship thing backwards, but that didnât matter. Not anymore.
Not when you finally had each other for life.Â
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The Video (Part 2) (LN4)
Summary: Theyâve taken leaked videos to a whole new level.
Warnings: its a sex tape so that, sexual conversations, language, explicit
Note: when i was trying to come up with a part 2 for the video i literally couldnt think of anything until i was half asleep and this came to me and i was like THATS IT đ¤âđť(part 1 is here)
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mclarensgirly woke up today and saw âlando norris y/n y/l/n sex tapeâ trending and thought it was a joke so i clicked on it and GOOD GOD IT WAS NOT A JOKE
- ln4andop81 my jaw DROPPED when it surfaced
- mclarenfan22 anybody watch it??
- mclarensgirly yeah ofc who do you think i am
- ln4andop81 YES.
- f1fan2 you bet your ass i grabbed my popcorn and STUDIED that vid
- mclarensgirly i had an idea lando was dirty but BROOOOOOO
- ln4andop81 its even hotter that the camera isnt propped up somewhere its literally being filmed by lando as he goes in from the back
- f1fan2 I LITERALLY STILL CANT WRAP MY HEAD AROUND IT LIKE HIS VOICE WAS SO CLOSE TO THE MICROPHONE AND YOU COULD HEAR ALL HIS MOANS AND THE SHIT HE WAS SAYING TO HER
- mclarenfan22 âyou like being fucked from behind baby?â I CEASED TO EXIST.
- ln4andop81 WHEN HE WENT FASTER AND SAID âfuck baby so tightâ đŠđŠđŠ
- f1fan2 the way he gripped her hips so he could go harder>>>>
- mclarenfan22 this video has literally altered my brain chemistry.
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y/nnn yeah ofc we have sex⌠look at him.
Comments:
danielricciardo HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
- landonorris shut tf up
- y/nnn let him laugh its fine im getting good dick
- danielricciardo im no longer laughing.
mclarenfan22 SHES SO REAL OMFG
Landos-lover1 slut behavior
- y/nnn stalker behavior babes, youre not his lover, i am đ
- mclarensgirly oh how i wish to be as unbothered as her
- f1fan2 SHUT. DOWN.
landonorris this was not the planned statement we talked abt đĽ˛
- y/nnn planned statement my ass we were having good sex let them wish they were us
- ln4andop81 she understands the lando girlies to a level that makes me believe she once was one of us too
- y/nnn OH HELL YEAH I WAS DONT GET IT TWISTED HE WAS MY CELEB CRUSH FOR YEARS BEFORE WE STARTED DATING
- ln4andop81 BRUHHHHHH YOU MANIFESTED IT I ENVY YOU
- y/nnn THANK YOU THANK YOU I DID MY BEST
- ln4andop81 YEAH AND NOW YOURE HAVING GREAT SEX AND RUBBING IT IN EVERYONES FACES
- y/nnn THAT TRULY WAS THE GOAL.
- landonorris what just happened
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landonorris apparently the statement never mattered anyway so basically i love my girlfriend and that video was supposed to be kept between us but honestly now all yall bitches know im good in bed SO THE NICKNAME NORIZZ BETTER BE PUT. DOWN.
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carlossainz norizz will never die.
- danielricciardo norizz lives on.
- oscarpiastri norizz forevermore.
- landonorris i hate you
- y/nnn its ok baby they didnt see the tape so they dont understand
- landonorris well now they need to watch it to understand im sick AND TIRED of this
- oscarpiastri ARE YOU STUPID DID YOU JUST ASK ME TO WATCH YOUR SEX TAPE
- danielricciardo lando there is a target on your back.
- carlossainz im gonna pretend like i dont even know who you are
- y/nnn what an overwhelming no!
- landonorris đđ
oscarandlando4ever norizz the nickname was forgotten the first time around when the grinding vid surfaced
- f1fan2 yeah they went in for the overkill this time
mclarenfan34 yeah we def KNOW youre good in bed now dw
- mclarenfan22 âdo you like it when i make your eyes roll back my love?â PROVED THAT.
- mclarensgirly âill never get over the feeling of you fuck babyâ đ¤đ¤đ¤
- f1fan2 *she moans his name* âyes y/n say my name baby let everyone know who makes you feel this goodâ I HAD TO TAKE A BREATHER
- mclarensgirly âgood girlâ and âyoure taking me so wellâ HAD ME DRY HEAVING.
- ln4andop81 no but the best part of the entire vid was when she came and he moaned âyes baby ill never get tired of the feeling of you cumming around my dick like a good girlâ
- y/nnn im a lucky girl âźď¸
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mclarensgirly one month since the sex tape leaked and we FINALLY get the info from lando on HOW it got leaked
- mclarensgirly in an interview with lissie he says, âit was actually my fault. Thereâs a, uh, folder, if you will, on my laptop that has videos and pictures of that category which we have accumulated in the years weâve been together. Well, anyway, i was emailing with a fan about her transaction with quadrant merch. Itâs a long story but her order had been so screwed up that i had to step in and see it out myself, but, nonetheless, i was trying to attach her old receipt and new receipt to the email, but, because it was 2 AM and I was exhausted, I didnât realize I went into me and y/nâs folder, didnât realize I clicked and attached that video. By the time I realized what I had done, the email had already been sent. The fan never emailed me back to get her merchandise, but the next morning we [y/n and him] woke up to it being plastered on all platforms.â
- mclarensgirly he later goes on to say, âNo, we werenât that mad. I mean, yes, we were mad the fan had leaked it, but we werenât upset it was out there. You can see us make jokes about it on our social medias. Weâve made sex jokes before and we had that other video leak a few months back, so it isnât a shocker or touchy subject with our fans that we have sex. Yeah, the video was a lot and Iâm sure made people uncomfortable, Iâm sorry for that, but, at the end of the day, itâs a natural, healthy part of a relationship and we didnât feel the need to try and cover it up.â
- ln4andop81 YOURE FORGETTING MY FAVORITE QUOTE FROM THE ENTIRE INTERVIEW WHEN HE SAYS âwe have great sex! We have a great sex life! And if people know that Iâm more than capable of satisfying my girlfriend in bed, then so fucking be it. Neither of us are complaining.â
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landonorris 2 videos leaked, nervous the others will too
- y/nnn put the GODDAMN folder on a flashdrive and give it to me PLZ. i will keep it safe
- landonorris only way ill do that is if you recreate both leaked vids with me
- y/nnn deal.
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Posted 16:35, 12/5 to r/puppyplay
How do I get used to nerve integrating tail
So my gf a few weeks ago admitted she was into puppy play. Now I'm a pretty vanilla guy so I was a bit wary, but open to try it. We've gotten a collar and leash that I wear when we play, but I just got my Christmas bonus, so we splurged on a nerve integrating tail. It feels pretty weird to have it on, but my gf is ecstatic. It certainly has brightened up our bedroom life lately. I'm still not entirely into puppy play, especially when she calls me a "good boy" but I do admit it's quite fun. My only question is how do I get used to it.
Posted 22:51, 12/17 to r/puppyplay
Is it dangerous to wear NIT for more than two weeks?
Hello again,
Thanks for all the advice y'all gave me in the last post, I'm really used to the tail now. I love the wave it wags when I'm excited and so does my gf. It has come to the point I feel like I'm missing something when I take it off. I know the general advice is not to keep it on for more than two weeks but I kind of want to keep it on. I work from home so none of my coworkers know I'm wearing it. And when I do need to go out, it's really easy to hide it under some clothes. So is there any risk to having it on for more than two weeks?
Posted 08:11, 1/7 to r/puppyplay
Skin grown over NIT port
So I just woke up and looked at my NIT and saw that skin has grown over the port. Whenever I try to take the tail off it hurts like hell. What can I do?
Posted 09:12, 1/7 to r/medicaladvice
Any way to remove an overgrown nerve integrated prosthetic?
I wore a NIP longer than the recommended time and skin has grown over it, is there any way to take it off?
Posted 18:15 1/7 to r/puppyplay
Gf is okay with permanent NIT
It's been an eventful morning for me and my gf. I told her the news that I'm stuck with a NIT from now on. I expected my gf to leave me, but she's been nothing but supportive. I'm usually not one for being the little spoon, but she cradled me and comforted me. I love her so much. Thank y'all for your kind words and support. I know it's fairly common for people to have eccentric prosthetics nowadays, but as much as I love this tail, it's going to take a while to get used to it. I'll keep y'all updated.
Posted 13:43, 2/9 to r/puppyplay
Side effects of permanent NIT?
Hey again,
So I've gotten used to the NIT being permanent, but I've been having some things happen to me that I'm wondering if they're caused by it.
To start, when I was done with a workout, my gf noticed I was panting with my tongue out. I hadn't even realized I was doing that.
Another one is that my body and facial hair have stopped growing. Not that I miss them, but it's kind of weird. Weirder still, my hair has been growing rapidly. I was starting to bald before, but now it's down to my shoulders. It's gotten so long and full that my coworkers joked that it looked more like a woman's hair.
Are these side effects of the tail or am I just losing my mind?
Posted 12:21, 3/15 to r/puppyplay
More side effects of tail?
Hi
So I know y'all said that permanent tails don't have any mental or physical side effects, but I'm not so sure.
I'm not sure when it started, but I'm starting to make more dog like noises. When I'm excited I bark up a storm, whimper when sad, growl when angry. I'm not doing any of those on purpose, it's like the rise from my throat. When I see a squirrel, I feel the urge to chase after it now. My gf has joked that she needs to collar and leash me when we go out, but I'm a bit nervous.
Speaking of my gf, I used to tower over her. Yet today, she was my height, maybe even a bit taller.
Other strange things, my nipples is a bit swollen and puffy. It really hurts to touch them.
What's happening to me?
Posted 10:23, 3/30 to r/puppyplay
Tits?
So I've been in denial for a while, but my tail is making me grow tits. I realized this when I was putting on a tight shirt and my boobs were really clearly visible. My gf nearly died when she saw them. After a bit of laughing/leering, she measured and found they're A cups. She gave me one of her bras to wear, which feels a bit itchy.
Posted 17:12, 3/31 to r/puppyplay
My tail is feminizing me
Hello again,
After looking at old photos of myself compared to me now. I'm certain my tail is feminizing me. I'm shorter than my gf, my skin is soft, I basically have no body hair, my hair is super long, I have tits, and um, my equipment is tiny now. I look better at least, but idk what to do.
Posted 15:35, 4/10 to r/asktransgender
Why does my GF calling me a "good girl" make me so excited.
So I'm a cis? guy. Due to a faulty prosthetic I'm wearing, it has slowly been feminizing me. Now, I'm having some mixed feelings about it and my gf asked if I liked being a guy. I really hadn't cared about my gender before so I said yeah. She then asked me how I felt about the phrase "good boy." When I told her it made me feel weird and awkward, she called me a good girl. I suddenly got so happy and my prosthetic went wild. My inside felt so warm and complete that I couldn't even try to hide how happy I was. What does this mean? Am I trans?
Posted 11:13, 4/19 to r/asktransgender
New Name!
After a week of introspection with my gf, I've realized I'm a trans woman. And to thank her for all the help she's done making me realize that, I let her pick my name.
So hi, I'm Bella
Posted 22:12, 4/21 to r/puppyplay
Gf acting weird
So me and my gf do a lot of puppy play and usually it stays in the bedroom. But lately it's been weird.
To start, she insists on cooking for me. It's such good food, but what's weird is that whenever I eat it, she clicks something. Weirder still, its the same click that I hear whenever I cum.
Also, she's gotten a lot more dominant lately. She's constantly telling me how cute and hot I am. How much she just wants to mark me up. She insists I wear my collar 24/7 so "Everyone knows who owns me." She even asks me to call her owner sometimes.
I get so flustered and my tail goes wild any time she acts like this but it's still weird. She never used to be this direct and dominant. I'm not against it but it's kind of weird.
Posted 16:37, 4/30 to r/asktransgender
Why do clothes feel weird?
So me and my gf have been clothes shopping for a new wardrobe lately and we've run into a brick wall. Every bit of clothes I've worn lately has felt tight and itchy. Even my old boy clothes.
Why is this?
Posted 18:15, 5/7 to r/puppyplay
Why can't I disobey my owner?
Um, so my owner has made some really big changes to my life lately. She's told me I'm not allowed to wear clothes anymore, sleep on the bed, eat on the table. She's gotten me a dog bed to sleep on and some labeled dog bowls for me to eat out of. I have to wear my collar 24/7 and whenever we go out I need to be leashed. I can't even walk on two legs anymore.
Yet I don't want to disobey her. It's not like she's abusive or anything, the opposite really. But my brain can't even think of not listening to her. Especially when I hear a click and every bit of my brain is filled with devotion to her.
What am I doing wrong, why can't I disobey her?
Posted 11:17, 6/5 to r/puppyplay
Y'all were right
Y'all were right. It's so much better being a good puppy for my owner. I don't have to worry about anything. She's so kind and sweet and wonderful and caring and ugh my tail is wagging so fast just talking about her. I'm so glad I've accepted my place. Thank you all so much for helping me realize this.
Posted 14:25, 12/5 to r/puppyplay
Gifts for a really good Puppygirl?
Hello
I'm the owner of a wonderful little puppygirl. She's had a big year of changes and I want to get her something wonderful to cap it off. Any suggestions?
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mistakes- l.norris
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pairing: Lando Norris x publicist! fem! reader
summary: the aftermath of the Hungarian gp
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He wanted to scream. At Oscar, at the team, at everyone. It wasnât fair. Fair and fucking square he was supposed to be in first. He was closest to Max in the championship. It made fucking sense, and Oscar wasnât going to catch up, so Lando was McLarenâs only chance at a world championship. Fuck their strategy, fuck being a âteam playerâ, fuck all that shit. It wasnât fair.
And then there was you. Had he been harsh on the radio? Yes. Did you now have to clean up his mess? Yes. Was he scared to face you? Yes. But only because he knew what youâd be doing, and that youâd be too busy to be with him. Thus the joys of secretly dating your publicist.
He walked into his drivers room and found you on his bed, laptop on your lap as you answered call after call. You didnât even spare him a glance. Fuck that. He was mad, and he sure as hell didnât want to be alone right now. He changed and showered, then left you to work while he went out and âcelebrated�� Oscarâs win.
ââââââââ
At about 2am Lily called you.
âHi Y/n,â she sighed, the loud music making her difficult to hear.
âWhat club?â You sighed.
âIâll send you my location now,â she hesitated. âLandoâs not that drunk, heâs just⌠sad. Heâs been begging me to call you for ages, and I was holding off because I knew youâd be working all night today and-â
âItâs fine, Iâm getting in my car now.â
âThanks Y/n.â
And with that you hung up the phone. You closed your overheated laptop and grabbed your keys. The hospitality was dead at this time and all you could think about was the race. You were angry at the team, happy for Oscar, and annoyed at Lando. He hadnât even come in to see you after, heâd given you a week's worth of work in one race, and you had no idea how to feel about what had happened today.
You pulled up outside the club and found Lando outside with Oscar. You ran over when you saw him sitting down, wondering if he was completely drunk.
âWhereâs Y/n?â He mumbled to Oscar, tears in his eyes. The fans around were screaming their names as they waited for a photo, or even a glimpse of the drivers.
âIâm here,â you kneeled down beside him, taking his hand. âIâm right here.â
âY/n,â he just stared at you as you looked over him. He looked awful. âYouâre here.â
âLetâs go home, ok?â
âPlease donât be mad at me,â he begged.
You squeezed his hand, if you two were alone you wouldâve hugged him and kissed all over his face, promising that you werenât, but alas, you were all too aware of the hundreds of eyes on you. âIâm not mad at you.â
He groaned. Yeah, he was at least a little drunk. âBut youâre not kissing me, youâre mad.â
âIâm going to leave you to it,â Oscar tried to hold back a laugh, but failed and decided he wouldnât be much help anymore. âGood luck.â
You waved him off and sighed. âLan, come on. Iâll kiss you at home,â you promised.
âPromise?â
âI promise,â you smiled, then tried to stand up but, Lando being Lando, he pulled you down and pressed his lips against yours.
Your heart stopped, and not in the usual way it did when he kissed you. The screams of the fans were drowned out by the beating in your ears.
He pulled back. âI love you. A lot.â
Fuck off. Not right now. No. He was not saying that for the first time now. That wasnât fair.
âLan please-â
âYou donât love me?â
Your breathing picked up, you felt sick. âPlease can we just get to the car Lando?â
âSay it back!â He pleaded. âPlease baby, I love you.â
âI love you too,â you sighed. âNow please can we go to the car?â
He nodded, a goofy smile on his face.
ââââââââ
When Lando woke up the next morning you were at the desk in his room, laptop open in front of you.
âMorning,â he said. You didnât answer. He got up, noticing how youâd changed his clothes and mentally reminded himself to thank you. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close. âIâm sorry.â
You didnât answer again.
âBaby?â He turned his head and looked at you. Shit.
You were crying, staring at the awful things people were saying about you two online.
Shes so ugly. How can he date her? Sheâs so boring. She doesnât even go out and celebrate with the team? Sheâs such a stuck up bitch.
âStop looking at that,â he closed your laptop and held you closer. âThey donât know you.â
You nodded, leaning into his body. âIâm sorry about yesterday. I wanted to talk to you about it-â
He scoffed. âYou didnât even say hello when I came in.â
âWhat?â You turned to him, wiping your eyes. âI didnât hear you. I had my AirPods in.â
âOh,â he scratched the back of his neck. âShit.â
âAnd I didnât exactly have time after the race yesterday to look up from my laptop, not after the shitstorm you caused,â you sighed, knowing you were being too harsh. âSorry. I know yesterday was shit for you.â
He sighed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. âIâm sorry too. Iâm sure I did something fucking stupid last night.â
You chuckled. âYou kissed me in front of everyone and told me you loved me.â
His body tensed. He took a deep breath. âWow.â
âHow do you think I felt?â You chuckled. âWeâre going to have to answer so many fucking questions at work.â
He paused for a moment. âWhat did you say back?â
âI told you the truth,â you sighed, getting up. âI love you.â
He stared at you for a moment. âI love you too,â he pressed his lips to yours in a soft kiss. The tension and anxiety you felt dissipated as he held you closer. Yes, you were still stressed and upset, but Lando loved you.
You pulled away. âWe need to talk about our strategy to explain what happened yesterday-â
âPlease just stop talking and let me kiss you,â he pressed his lips to your again.
Youâd talk about it all later.
ââââââââ
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NEED ghost one!đĽş
The houseâs out of detergent and neither Simon or you noticed until you both staring at the filled laundry basket this morning.
âWell, I suppose Iâm gonna go out and buy a bottle or two now. Or else weâll need to go all naked tomorrow if we donât do the laundry today.â You ruffle your hair in slight frustration, you both just woke up minutes ago, planning to dump the clothes into the washing machine then slump back on the bed again for another hour of slumber.
âNot that I mind that.â Simon voiceâs still a bit hoarse from sleep too, but heâs in a good mood apparently, almost make you roll your eyes at his shameless comment, but your lips form a grin when you shoot him a side glance.
âYou come with me or you stay home being cheeky?â
âYou know the answer.â
Simon must admit, heâs still a bit sleepy from waking in early hours on vacation, eyes half-lidded from grogginess at first.
But heâs pushing the shopping trolley behind you as you navigate through the alley in the supermarket, he doubts he has ever been this awaked before.
The cap and disposal mask conceal his gaze directly sticking on your ass. You rummaged through your closet and finally got a pair of shorts to wear before you do the laundry. Itâs an old shorts you own for years, been washed for countless times before it retired due to faded color and shrinkage, tucked in the deepest part of the closet until you fished it out today.
The shrunk fabric clings snuggly to your plump cheeks, a bit too small and tightening around your upper thighs, digging into the flesh faintly and allow them to spill around the hems just right.
He canât tear his eyes away from how your butt jiggles every time with your steps, almost bump the trolley into other customers when he sees you bend down to pick up a bottle of detergent. âSorry.â He mutters quickly to the poor customer, fixating on how your supple cheeks bounce tantalizingly when you straighten up that he misses the skeptical look from the customer gives him.
âGot the detergent. letâs go.â You saunter back to him, reach down to set the bottles in the trolley.
A Dangerous move without you knowing, because the next moment his palm covers one of your cheeks, gives it a firm knead and makes you yelp out in surprise.
âWhat the hell, Simon?â your neck snaps up to meet his gaze with wide eyes, and you find his eyes, swirling with lust and wickedness inside.
â 's your fault for keeping flaunting that perfect arse of your in front of me.â Simon quickly pushes the trolley to the self-checkout counter, unceremoniously tossing the bottles of detergent with another hand practically shoving the cash into the machine.
Having a closer look at that ass perfectly hugged by your shorts finally break his last string of restraint. He ignores your confused questions at his sudden action, swing the shopping bag over his shoulder and take your hand, striding back to the truck with you following him and try to figure out what happened.
âSo this is why youâre all worked up, huh?â Youâre dragged into the driver seat along with Simon, now straddling his hips, raise an eyebrow at the tent forming at his crotch.
âHard not to stop my cock from getting hard when your arse kept jumping up and down the entire time I was walking behind you, love.â
âWeâre supposed to go home now and launder those dirty clothes, you know?â
âAdding a few more dirty clothes into the basket wonât be a big issue.â His hands find their way back to your cheeks again, palming them in âAnd Iâve already said, I donât mind you have to go about the day without clothes tomorrow.â
note: please feel free to request for part 2 (aka smut) if any of you wants it, thanks
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AND NOWâŚ.WHAT WE ALL HAVE BEEN WAITING FORâŚ. PENGUIN! READER IN COURT.
HAZBIN HOTEL X PENGUIN! READER pt.4
Prompt: after luteâs acting out and hellâs celebration. A court was ordered for the custody for you.
âWe are here in court today to discuss the home and place that reader should be inâ says sera as she eyes Lucifer and his daughter thatâs beside him.
Charlie smiles at the thought of winning this time as she smiles at her father who seemed to be a nervous wreck. He is hair was messy but almost kept as he kept fidgeting with his hands.
âOkay letâs start,â she says as she pulls up some cards. âPlease no definitions this time.â Sera says strictly. Charlie gulps as she pulls out another bunch of cards. âOkayyy..no defining..but I have kept record on how comfortable they are with the hotel and the residentsâ she says with a small smile as Lucifer glances at his daughter hoping she could change the seraphimâs mind.
âDo you have any proof of this suppose claim?â Sera says with a raised brow. âWhy yes! I do and my dad also has some. Right dad?â Charlie says looking at Lucifer who jumped at the sudden spot light. âUh- yeah, yeah. I have some proof and rebuttals.â Lucifer says sitting up correctly.
Sera and Emily look at each other as a ball rises into the room. The angels seem to look each other and watch the ball carefully. Charlie smiles ready to show them how you belong in hell with them, for family of course.
âOh oh oh, I would love to watch this shit show.â Adam says pulling up popcorn out of nowhere as the ball in the court starts to play. Lute grabs two movie glasses to wear with him and herself.
*flashback*
You were sleeping peacefully in Luciferâs bed as he made you another duck toy as you woke up to smell pancakes beside you. You grabbed the pancake and ate them with a cute smile and squeak/quack. Angel busted in the ring leaderâs door to grab you up and take you shopping as you got dressed.
Charlie and vaggie were talking downstairs as Lucifer was after Angel trying to pack up readerâs small little bag just incase there is trouble, like a small phone, small juice box, a rubber duck that turns into a monster to protect the penguin. And while type of stuff. Of course Angel rolled his eyes and took it for you as you two exit the hotel with vaggie and Charlie saying bad. You looked visibly happy as Lucifer gave one more goodbye kiss to your forehead.
*end of flashback*
The court chatters seeing such wholesome moments like that in hell. Adam rolls his eyes as lute basically breaks a mug beside her in anger seeing the angels nod and smile.
âHow do we not know that you forced them to basically like that shit show of your hotel? You bride them with something?â Adam says rolling his eyes âProbably threaten them like the bastards you are.â Lute says as she glares longer at the two Morningstars.
The angels whisper gossiping about this. Charlie looks nervous as Lucifer looked as if he got sent to a death sentence. But Charlie then stood up with a nice compute looking around. âDonât you ever think about what they want?! Theyâre our friend, heck even our family at most. PLEASEEâŚwe just want them to be here with people they feel comfortable and loved around.â
âBLAH BLAH BLAH!â Someone says, ruining the soft moment as the court looks at Adam and lute who are scowling at the demon princess. âWhy keep spitting these bullshit out your mouth and just admit that heaven is their rightful place? I mean, HAHA- they love me and plus they love the food here even better.â Adam says with a snarky smirk and lute smiling evilly.
Charlieâs demon form was slightly slipping from anger at adamâs words before lucifer had put a hand on his daughterâs shoulder. âAdam, that is no way to talk to my daughterâ Lucifer says with a scowl at Adam. Adam just smirks as lute was beside the first man throwing her middle up at him. âAh please, youâre gods most hated thing to ever exist. Why let an ANGEL, who is supposed to be here, go live with you?â
Charlie opened her mouth to speak, âit was a rhetorical question.â Lute says with blunt venom. Charlie closed her mouth embarrassed. The court whispered and gossiped with a few nods as they did agree you were one of them that accidentally got sent to hell instead of heaven itself. ďżź
Sera felt a heated stare from the devil himself, he kept his deranged look from the stress of this. The last time he had to be in court was when he got sent to his own kingdom.
âDONT you care Sera! They are just a person who canât control who loves them! They love usâŚand maybe..you guys as well.â Charlie says as she hesitated on saying how you loved heaven as well. She stared around sera as well as sera closed her eyes not wanting to hear it. Emily glanced at the older seraphim uncomfortably.
Her first sentence made it feel like Deja vu in front of the whole court as Adam exclaimed, âHOLD ON HOW BITCH! You donât get to sing in court ever! Plus.â He says smirking. âOf course they love us, weâre fucking heaven for crying out loud.â Sera sighs, âAdam, please no interrupting in court.â Adam scoffs sitting back down with lute who glares at Lucifer with full of hate. âFuckin' bitch.â Adam grumbles under his breath.
Charlie growls under her breath to Adam as she pointed to Adam, âwell, what do you have for claiming they even love heaven at all! What and where is your proof.â Adam smirks as lute flies, getting a presentation. âIâm glad you asked bitch, LUTE HIT IT!â âGREAT PLEASURE SIR!â Lute yells back smiling as she starts up the slideshow.
*flashback*
You were cuddled by Adam as he was hand feeding you some of your favorite chips flavor. You made a nice purr sound as you snuggled against Adam, adamâs tough facade faded as his eyes soften. âYou like me right? You wonât leave me?â You nodded to Adam as you nuzzled your face in his pudgy body. Adam smiled and looked forward at the tv.
The next day was you and lute having a flying race. With your cute chubby penguin body, you couldnât fly well. But lute just smiled and picked you up to her chest and starts to fly around heaven. You smiled as you quacked out how beautiful and exciting this felt to fly with someone you deem who you liked. You clearly liked the fresh and heaven air as lute put you to the ground to go get ice cream with you.
*end of flashback*
Adam smiles with a laugh as lute and fist bump at the presentation they made of you basically feeling cozy as heaven here. The angels awe and coo at adamâs part of the flashback as some clapped at the nice friendly encounter you had with lute in the second part.
The court whispers again as Emily and sera look at each other. Emily grabs onto seraâs hand as sera glances at Emily and her hand. And finally at the Morningstars who have a pleading smile as you are beside them playing with a train you. Sera lets out a deep breath and opened her mouth for the whole court to hear.
âThe court has spoken. The rightful place the reader belongs in, isâŚâŚâ
CLIFF HANGERRRRđ
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My Pretty Girl - T.N.
Foreign Touches and Breakfast in Bed
Pairing: Ravenclaw and sort of ditzy but talented Reader x Slytherin notorious playboy Theodore Nott
Warnings: Asshole Theo?
Summary: You wish you never woke up.
Author's Note: Hey guys! It's been a while, sorry for the wait but here it is!
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âHow much did you even drink last night?â Cho cringed holding your hair back as another round of vomit spewed out of you and into the toilet. You could feel your head pounding as you sat on the bathroom floor trying to calm yourself down. Waking up to a hangover and your period may be the worst combination known to man, or really women. Thankfully there were no classes today.Â
âToo much,â you breathed in and out, making sure there was nothing else coming up.Â
âCome on, we need to go to breakfast, you need to eat something.â Cho tried helping you up as you gripped onto the sink for support.Â
You were not ready to go out in public like this. Bed hair, snippets of last night makeup look in the form of smothered mascara on your cheek, and a million knives stabbing your uterus. Definitely not a pretty sight. Plus, you did not want to see any of the boys after last night incase of something embarrassing you mightâve done while out of it.Â
âI donât wanna go,â you groaned as you flopped on your bed and curled up into a fetal position.Â
âYou have to eat something Y/n,â Cho spoke softly as she ran her fingers through your hair, trying to flatten it.Â
âIâll eat later.â You grumbled closing your eyes, menstruation already tiring you out.Â
âIâll be back,â Cho said as she left the room, but you were too tired to say anything as you slipped away to dreamland.
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A foreign touch on his chest causes Theo to stir awake in confusion.Â
What the hell.
He blinked a few times, allowing his vision to clear up.
Seeing the fake blonde from last night he groaned.Â
âWhy are you still here?â He mumbled, swatting her hand away from him as he scooted further away from her.Â
âWhat do you mean baby? We donât have classes today silly,â Hannah replied as she sat up, still nude from late night activities.Â
âRight, so the last thing I want on a free day is to see your face. Get out.â Theo mumbled hoping sheâd leave so he could sleep so more.
âTheo baby, donât be so mean,â she spoke, reaching out for him again causing Theo to sit up in a huff.Â
âYou know the deal, you were supposed to be out before I even woke up,â he ignored the nasty feeling of her calling him cringey pet names.Â
âTheo we donât have to be like this.â
âMy name is Theodore,â he stated as he got up and got dressed.Â
He sighed as he picked up her clothing items off the floor and threw them at her.Â
âIâm leaving since you wonât. But I advise you to wake up before Malfoy does, you know he doesnât like you.â Theo said as he walked out, ignoring the gasps of surprise when her bra landed in her face.Â
What an annoying girl.Â
He walked to the Great Hall, deciding that he might as well grab breakfast since he was awake.Â
âDid you fuckers seriously eat all the sausages?â Theo scoffed as he took a seat in front of Mattheo.Â
âWhat the fuck did you want me to eat? Those nasty ass muffins?â Blaise replied as he passed a goblet of orange juice to him.Â
âHEY! Theyâre not nasty,â Lorenzo spoke up with crumbs falling out of his mouth.Â
âBuddy youâre getting it all over me,â Mattheo shoved the boy next to him with a scoff before glancing over at Theo.Â
âFun night huh?â Mattheo raised a glass towards the bruise-like mark on Theoâs neck.Â
âFuck are you serious?â Theo groaned as he rubbed the side of his neck.Â
âI knew Iâd regret it, sheâs been so possessive lately,â Theo rolled his eyes as he continued eating breakfast.Â
âWell I mean youâre always going back to her, maybe she thinks something will happen between the two of you,â Mattheo responded while Theo laughed in response.Â
âSheâs a Hufflepuff, you know only Slytherin girls are worth dating.âÂ
Mattheo frowned as Lorenzo looked up from his breakfast.
The whole table fell silent as Lorenzo finished chewing his muffin, âY/nâs a Ravenclaw. I donât think she lacks anything compared to Slytherin girls.âÂ
âYeah in fact I think she looked better than any Slytherin girl last night,â Mattheo mumbled, causing Theo to look up in surprise.Â
âShe was there?â He gaped, suddenly feeling like he was going to throw up.Â
Lorenzo rolled his eyes knowing that Theo had no right to even care if she was there or not. Mattheo and him had begun to care for the girl as if she was their baby sister and at first they were rooting for Theo, but now they werenât so sure anymore. They had thought that she could be the one to make Theo better. After all it was him who had shown interest first, it was him who had begun to change because of her. She was the first girl Theo had ever described without using compliments that didnât mean anything. Never spoke about how hot her body was instead ranted to the two boys about how angelic her face looked while she studied and how she smelled like flowers and vanilla. Not only cared about what was on the outside but on the inside as well, bragging to the boys about how talented she was and how cool her nail designs were. That is the same boy who had his eyes set on someone else last night, and the thought of it even made Lorenzo want to either cry or punch him.Â
âYeah but donât worry, she didnât need your company,â Lorenzo scoffed as he continued to eat his breakfast again.Â
Lorenzo isnât the type of person to show any resentment or hold any grudges, so Theo definitely knew he mightâve messed up.Â
But before Theo could say anything, a familiar face approached up behind Mattheo and Lorenzo.Â
Following Theoâs gaze the two boys turned around and greeted the girl.Â
âChang! Whatâs up?â Lorenzo greeted happily, a complete 180 switch in tone.Â
âHey boys, Iâm grabbing breakfast for Y/n since she doesnât feel well and I thought seeing your faces would cheer her up,â Cho explained as she showed them her plate of chocolate chip muffins.Â
Theo furrowed his eyebrows, âIs she okay? Is she sick?âÂ
Cho rolled her eyes at the boy who caused her best friend to come back to the dorms sobbing her eyes out. She didnât even know Theo that well but as she watched Y/n clutch her heart as she cried in her arms, she felt as if the boy had broken her heart as well.Â
âShe's fine as if itâs any of your concern,â Cho brushed Theoâs questions away as she avoided any eye contact with him.Â
Lorenzo and Mattheo didnât bother coming to his defense but instead got up and grabbed some juice and fruit before following Cho.Â
Theo looked down at his plate and suddenly didnât feel very hungry anymore. Blaise sighed before patting his mateâs back in comfort while Theo pushed his food around.Â
Maybe he deserved that.Â
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FREAKY FRIDAY | Body Swapped Steve Rogers x f!reader.
Pairings: Johnny Storm Possessed Steve Rogers x f!reader Themes: Body Swap. Sexual Themes. Funny? Horndog Johnny, for an unknown reason, body-swapped with Steve. Summary: You woke up with Steve suddenly out of character and having an overflowing amount of rizz. A/N: It's comedy central in my blog this week. . . I can't help but insert one particular meme lmao
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Like you did every morning, you woke up to the gentle warmth of Steve next to you, but there was something different about the way he was looking at you today. His eyes twinkled mischievously as he leaned in close, brushing a strand of hair from your face.Â
"Morning, gorgeous," he murmured, his voice smoother than usual. You blinked in surprise. Sure, Steve was affectionate, but this was... new.Â
You smiled back, albeit a little wary.Â
"Good morning?" Before you could say anything more, he captured your lips in a kiss that was how to describe it-more confident, more playful than his usual gentle morning kisses. You pulled back slightly, looking at him with raised eyebrows.
âWow, someone's in a good mood today,â you said, trying to shake off the weird vibe.Â
Steve just grinned and gave you a little wink. "What can I say? I'm just appreciating my girl."Â
You squirmed under his intense gaze. You couldn't help but notice how his hand casually trailed down your arm, lingering a little longer than usual. You weren't sure if you should feel flattered or... flustered.
âShould we stay in bed a little while? You knowâŚâ he asked, his voice dropping suggestively as he wiggled his brows.
But this time, he didnât stop there. As he leaned in closer, he slowly stuck out his tongue and wiggled it playfully, making his intentions blatantly clear.
Your face immediately turned bright red.
âSteve!â you exclaimed, quickly pressing your hand to his lips and pushed him away to stop him before he got any closer, utterly flustered by the suggestive gesture.
He chuckled against your hand, his eyes twinkling with mischief. For a second, you felt him wiggle his tongue against your palm, teasing you further before you jerked your hand back with a mix of shock and embarrassment.
âUnbelievable!â you muttered, feeling your face heat up even more.
He gave you a devilish grin, clearly enjoying how flustered you were.
âWhat? Just offering some ideas, sweetheart,â he teased, giving you a playful wink.
âNo, Samâs going to be here soon for your morning run, so go prepare.â
The excitement drained from his face, âI do?âÂ
âYes!âÂ
Johnnyâor rather, the man you thought was Steveâlet out a low chuckle, clearly unfazed by your refusal. This wasn't like Steve at all. Steve was always respectful, sweet, and⌠well, a gentleman. But today? He seemed like a different man entirely.
âGuess I forgot,â he said with a smirk, sitting up slowly and stretching. His tone was casual, but the grin he gave you was anything but innocent.
As he shifted in bed, he leaned back casually and gave a quick, deliberate glance downwards before gesturing toward the noticeable outline in his sweatpants. The fabric clung snugly, revealing the distinct, firm shape of his dick pressing against the material, enough to leave little to the imagination.
âBut if you change your mind about staying in bedâŚâ he said, his voice low and teasing, âyou know where to find me.â
You blinked in disbelief, your cheeks burning as he got out of bed and strolled toward the bathroom. He threw one last playful wink at you before disappearing behind the door, leaving you there in a state of complete confusion.
"What the hell is going on with him today?" you muttered to yourself.
You climbed out of bed and started to get ready for the day, you tried to shake off the feeling that something was⌠off. Maybe Steve was just in a playful mood? Maybe he was testing out some new approach to your relationship, though you couldn't help but wonder where it had come from all of a sudden.
But, soon enough, you heard the front door open and Sam's voice echoed through the apartment. "Yo, Rogers! Are you ready for our run?"
You peeked out from the bedroom just in time to see "Steve" step out of the bathroom, giving you another grin before heading out to meet Sam. He greeted him casually, as if everything was perfectly normal.
Sam looked over at you with a quick nod. âHey, Y/N. Morning.â
âMorning,â you replied, though your voice sounded more distant than usual. You couldnât quite bring yourself to look directly at Sam, worried your face might give away just how weird the morning had been.
As they left for their run, you were left alone, still wondering why Steve was acting so differently. But then, you shook your head. Maybe it was all in your head. Maybe he was just feeling particularly confident today. Either way, it was Steve, your Steve, and you trusted him.
Right?
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You made breakfast while âSteveâ is out on a run. You tried to shake off your confusion by busying yourself with making coffee. It wasn't helping. The memory of Steve's unusually bold behaviour lingered in your mind.Â
And just when you were about to pour yourself a cup, you felt a sudden smack on your ass. You yelped in surprise, nearly spilling the coffee. Whipping around, you saw Steve standing there with a smug grin on his face, looking very proud of himself.Â
"Steve!" you gasped, your heart racing for all the wrong reasons. "What are youâ"Â
"What?" he said with an innocent shrug, though his mischievous grin betrayed him. "Just saying hello."Â
You narrowed your eyes at him. âBy smacking me on my ass?â
âCan't help it, you look too cute when you're all focused," he teased, stepping closer.Â
His hands slid around your waist, and before you could protest, he lifted you effortlessly onto the counter. Your breath hitched. This was not the Steve Rogers you knew. But as much as his behaviour was throwing you off, you couldn't deny the butterflies his actions stirred in your stomach.Â
"Steve, what's gotten into you?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.Â
Instead of answering, Steve leaned in with a mischievous glint in his eyes, peppering kisses all over your faceâyour forehead, your cheeks, and your noseâuntil you were giggling uncontrollably.
âSteve, stop it!â you laughed, trying to push him away, but he was relentless, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer to him.
Your laughter was cut short as his lips trailed lower, brushing down to the side of your neck. The playful atmosphere shifted instantly, your breath hitching in your throat. His kisses became more deliberate, slow and teasing, sending sparks of heat through your skin.
âSteveâŚâ you whispered, but your words melted into a quiet gasp as his lips found that sensitive spot just below your ear. He lingered there, pressing soft, lingering kisses, making your pulse race.
His warm breath fanned over your skin, and without warning, his lips latched onto your neck, sucking gently but with enough pressure that you knew he was leaving a mark. A deep, guttural hum escaped him as he continued, his grip on your waist tightening as he pulled your body against him.
The sensation of his lips and the gentle tugging of his teeth made your head spin, and you instinctively tilted your head, giving him better access.Â
âSteve,â you gasped, your fingers tangling in his hair, your body arching into his.
âCanât help it,â he muttered against your skin between kisses. âYou drive me crazy.â
His voice was low and rough, sending a fresh wave of heat coursing through you. He sucked on your neck again, his tongue flicking over the spot before he pulled back slightly to admire his work.
"Youâre gonna have to explain this one," he murmured with a grin, his lips ghosting over your ear, still hovering close enough to keep you breathless.
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For the next hour, you tried to regain some composure, but it was hard with the heat of Steveâs kisses still tingling on your neck. Every time you moved, you could feel the slight sting of the mark heâd left behind, a not-so-gentle reminder of how wild this morning had been.
After making the bed and tidying up, you decided to head to the living room to relax for a bit, hoping that "Steve" had calmed down from whatever flirty streak had taken over him. You still couldnât shake the feeling that something was a little⌠off. He's been too quiet.
You stepped into the living room, you stopped dead in your tracks, your jaw practically hitting the floor.
There, casually sprawled on the couch, was Steve in his birthday suit. Stark naked. The only thing covering him was your guitar, strategically placed across his lap. His posture was relaxed, one arm draped along the back of the couch, while his free hand strummed lazily at the strings.
He looked up as if nothing was out of the ordinary, a casual, half-lidded grin spreading across his face.Â
âHey,â he said, as if this was the most normal thing in the world.
You blinked. Once. Twice.
âSteve⌠what the hell are you doing?â you finally stammered, struggling to form coherent words as your brain scrambled to process what you were seeing.
He shrugged nonchalantly, still strumming the guitar.Â
âJust thought Iâd serenade my girl.â His eyes sparkled with mischief as he tilted his head. âYou know, I think Iâm getting better at this guitar thing.â
Your cheeks flamed red as your gaze flickered between his shamelessly exposed body and the guitar that, frankly, wasnât doing the best job at covering much.
âPut some clothes on!â you squeaked, your face burning from the sight in front of you. âWhat if someone walks in? Sam mightâ"
âSamâs gone,â he cut in smoothly, winking. âItâs just you and me, babe.â He tilted his head, clearly amused by your reaction. âBesides, you werenât complaining this morning.â
You could feel the heat rising to your face again, this time in full force. "That doesn't mean you get to... to do this!"Â
He just smirked, lazily leaning back on the couch, the guitar still resting against him. âCome on, donât act like you donât like it.â
âSteve, for the love of everything, PLEASE, just put some clothes on,â you muttered, rubbing your temples as if that would somehow erase the image from your brain.
Instead of listening, he suddenly stood up, the guitar still barely covering anything, and with the confidence of someone performing at a sold-out show, he started singing. Loudly.Â
âAnd you're kissin' on my neck, I'm like, âOhâ, Got your hands up on my chest, I'm like, âOhââ he belted out dramatically, grinning ear to ear as he took a step toward you, his voice echoing through the room.Â
You panicked.Â
"Oh my God, Steve! No!" you squealed, immediately clamping your hands over your ears, turning away from him as fast as possible
âKiss me 'til there's nothin' left, Oh my god, oh my god!â he sang even louder, walking toward you like some rock star, his guitar still precariously covering him as he inched closer.Â
You darted behind the coffee table, creating a barrier between the two of you, your face blazing red.Â
âLalalalalalalala!â You covered your ears tighter, trying to block out the sight and sound of your naked boyfriend serenading you. âLalalalalalala! I can't hear you.â
But he wasn't stopping. If anything, your reaction only encouraged him further.Â
âWhy are you running, baby?â
He grinned wickedly, circling around the coffee table like a predator playing with his prey. "You could really tear me apart, but- I love you like that, Everything you do just turns me on, I love you like that, Body on my mind like all night long.âÂ
You squeaked and moved in the opposite direction, keeping the table between you, but Steveâguitar still precariously positionedâwas unstoppable, matching your every move. It was ridiculous, like a slow-motion chase scene in a rom-com, but you couldnât help but laugh through your embarrassment.
"Steve! Seriously, stop!" you cried out, ducking and weaving as he chased you around the table, his singing never faltering.
"I love you like that!" he belted, reaching out with one hand as if trying to grab you. You yelped, dodging him by moving to the other side.
"Lalalalalalalala!" you cried, your hands clamped tighter over your ears as you rushed toward the door, desperate to escape.
His laughter echoed in the living room, the sound of his voice-and that ridiculous guitar performance following you as you fled to the safety of the kitchen. Behind you, you could hear him laughing even harder.Â
"Alright, alright, I'll stop!" he called after you, his voice still tinged with amusement.Â
You leaned against the kitchen counter, taking a deep breath to steady yourself, your face still burning red. Today was officially out of control.Â
And this wasn't the Steve Rogers you signed up for.
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As the day finally wound down, you were still trying to recover from the whirlwind of events that had unfolded earlier. After a long, flirty, and borderline chaotic day with âSteve,â you were just glad it was almost bedtime.
You had managed to avoid another musical performance from him after the whole guitar incident, but the playful energy hadnât completely faded. As you stood in front of the bathroom mirror, brushing your teeth, you could feel his eyes on you from across the room, watching your every move.
âDonât even think about it,â you mumbled through a mouthful of toothpaste, meeting his gaze in the reflection of the mirror.
He was lounging on the bed, shirtless now, with that same mischievous grin youâd been seeing all day.Â
âWhat?â he asked innocently, though the glint in his eyes said otherwise.
You rolled your eyes and spit out the toothpaste, rinsing your mouth. âYou know exactly what.â
He laughed, the sound low and smooth as he got up and sauntered over to you, his bare feet padding quietly against the hardwood floor. Before you could react, he was behind you, his arms sliding around your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder.
âI was just admiring how cute you look in your pajamas,â he murmured, his breath warm against your neck.
You sighed, trying to ignore the way your body reacted to the heat of his skin against yours.Â
âSteve, itâs been a long day,â you said, your voice weary but laced with affection. âCan we just... go to bed? Without any more surprises?â
He pressed a soft kiss to your neck, lingering for just a second before pulling away with a grin.Â
âAlright, alright,â he relented, raising his hands in surrender. âIâll behave.â
You gave him a playful glare, narrowing your eyes as you turned to face him. âYou said that earlier today, and then I walked into the living room andââ
âOkay, this time Iâll behave,â he interrupted with a laugh, holding his hands up defensively. âPromise.â
Shaking your head, you couldnât help but smile. He may have been driving you absolutely crazy today, but this version of Steveâor Johnny, whoever he really wasâwas still undeniably charming in his own chaotic way.
Once you finished up in the bathroom, you both crawled into bed, the covers cool against your skin. Steveâor, well, Johnnyârolled onto his side, propping his head up with one hand as he gazed at you with that playful smirk.
âYou sure you donât want a little bedtime serenade?â he teased, his voice low and suggestive.
You groaned and pulled the blanket up over your head, burying yourself beneath the covers. âNo!â you said, your voice muffled. âWeâre done with that for today!â
He laughed again, the sound warm and contagious as he settled down beside you. The teasing faded, replaced by a softer, more familiar warmth as his arm slipped around your waist, pulling you close to him.
âGoodnight, Y/N,â he murmured, his voice gentle now as he pressed a soft kiss to your temple.
You peeked out from under the covers, smiling despite yourself. âGoodnight, Steve.â
As you closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep, you couldnât help but wonder how long this flirty version of Steve would lastâand whether or not you were ready for whatever tomorrow would bring.
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The next morning, you stirred awake, the early light filtering through the curtains, and you felt the familiar warmth of strong arms slipping around your waist. Instinctively, you leaned into the embrace at firstâuntil the events of the previous day rushed back to you. Your eyes snapped open, and before you could stop yourself, you jumped slightly, pulling away from the arms that had suddenly felt different, your heart pounding.
âWhoa, heyâwhatâs wrong?â Steve's voice came out soft, laced with confusion and concern. You turned over to face him, and instantly, you could tell something had changed. His eyes werenât twinkling mischievously, there was no sly grin or playful wink. Instead, his brow was furrowed in concern, his hands hovering over you like he wasnât sure if he should touch you again.
âSteve?â you whispered, your voice hesitant, scanning his face. He looked⌠like himself again. That quiet, gentle warmth was back, the one that had been missing yesterday.
âYeah, itâs me,â he said, still looking concerned. âAre you okay? You jumped like I startled you.â He reached out to brush a strand of hair from your face, his touch soft and careful, nothing like the bold, confident gestures from the day before.
You blinked at him, your mind racing. The contrast between today and yesterday was stark. Yesterday, he had been all cocky smirks and teasing touches, constantly riling you up. But now? Now, Steve seemed completely aware of what had happened, but wasnât letting on.
âIâuh, Iâm fine,â you stammered, still trying to process it all. âYou just⌠caught me off guard.â
Steve frowned, clearly still confused by your reaction. âIâm sorry. I didnât mean to,â he said softly, his thumb brushing gently over your arm as he studied you. âAre you sure youâre okay?â
You nodded, but your heart was still racing. "Yeah⌠youâre just⌠different from yesterday."
His brow furrowed further, but now there was something else behind his eyes. He looked like he was holding something back. âDifferent? What do you mean?â he asked, though you could sense he already knew.
You hesitated, biting your lip. âYesterday, you were just⌠more⌠flirty,â you said carefully, watching his reaction. âLike, a lot more. You were⌠singing to me. Naked. With my guitar.â
Steveâs eyes widened in shock, his face turning red almost instantly, but there was something elseârecognition. âWhat? IâI did that?â He didnât seem shocked by the words, more by the fact that you were telling him.
You nodded, your own face heating up at the memory. âYeah. And you were⌠really, really bold. Smacking my butt, picking me up, kissing me all overâŚ"
Steve's gaze drifted down, and before you could even say another word, his fingers gently brushed against your neck, right where Johnny had left that bold mark. His touch was tender at first, but the moment his thumb traced over the small bruise, his entire expression shifted.Â
"That motherfucker! I'm going to kill him!â
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SOMETHING NEW (D.D.)
summary - daryl went on a run and came back home with a sexy idea you can't deny.
warning - MDNI 18+ bondage, size kink, teasing (lots of teasing, daryl is a freaking teaser), slight innocence kink, oral (f!receiving), pet names (sweet girl, baby, m'love), unprotected p in v (wrap it up), dom!daryl, intended lowercase (lmk if i missed anything).
notes - this is just like a small fiction, i had two requests and i combined it to make them easier! this is very short, alright?
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"daryl?" you looked at him through your shoulders as you rubbed your eyes, goodness you were sleepy. but daryl woke you up with kisses on your necks to your shoulders.
"did i wake ye' up?" daryl asked, continuing his attacks on your neck. you groaned and turned around to face him, smacking his shoulders.
"of course, you did..." you complained and closed your eyes in hopes of falling asleep again, but you know it wouldn't even happen because daryl is here.
he loved coming home to you sleeping after a long day of work around alexandria, he felt calmed whenever he saw you sleeping peacefully.
"what time is it?" you asked as you opened your eyes and blinked a few times to make the blurry effect go away. you smiled at the sight of your fiancĂŠ, he's so divine.
"around three." daryl murmured as he wrapped an arm around your waist and planted kisses on your neck, chest and whatever skin he could find exposed.
"you always come home late. they made you work hard again?" you furrowed your eyebrows as you brushed your fingers through his hair.
"s'fer everyone's good, s'fine." he dismissed the topic as he laid his head on your chest, also wrapping a leg around your thighs as you shifted, facing the ceiling.
"you shouldn't overwork yourself, none of our friends would like it if you get sick." you softly whispered as you kissed the top of his head.
"yer' my pill t'get better." daryl said, you can feel his small smile even if you can't see it. you giggled and nodded, he was cheesy but you loved him for it.
"who would have expected you to be so cheesy, dixon?" you teased as he lifted his head from your chest to give you a knowing look.
"only fer ye' m'love." he buried his face between your breasts as you hummed softly, it was his favorite song. he loved it whenever you sang it to him.
"what did you find on the run today?" you asked him as you held him tightly to you, as if scared he was going to vanish in the thin air.
"basic stuff that we need." daryl spoke and sloy got off you as if remembering that he had something to do. you furrowed your eyebrows as he untangled himself from you.
"what is it?" you asked in worry as you sat up from the bed following his movements, he smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind your ears.
"let's try somethin', only if ye' want." he nodded and you were confused, he was always the type of guy who always wanted to try something new but you always get confused.
"okay..." you nodded almost making your answer a question, he kissed your forehead and stood up from the bed, leaving your room.
you were nervous, he was an unexpected man, even your relationship was unexpected but you were happy it happened.
as a girl, you couldn't help but overthink things like; what does he wanna try? is he breaking up with you?
those are the questions you couldn't help but not avoid, how could you avoid it? you were scared of daryl leaving you, you're nothing without him.
daryl came back with his right hand behind his back, you sighed in relief that he didn't greet you with a "let's break up, i found someone else."
but, you knew him. you knew him all too well, more than he knew himself, more than others would know him, you can always read him like a book.
"you scared me... what is it?" you asked and leaned to the sight to get a peek of what's behind him, he hid it with a mischievous smile.
"jus' relax, baby." he nodded assuringly and you nodded, you knew you could trust him. hell, you trust him with your whole life.
daryl removed his hand behind him, you were confused why he was holding a rope, he wasn't going to strangle you, is he?
"w-what's that for?" you asked him as you cleared your throat, moving to the center of the bed and sitting on the heels of your feet.
"i wanna try this, baby..." he asked as he walked to stand in front of you, his knees making contact with the edge of the bed.
"w-what?" you muttered, your cheeks heating up. was that one what he wanted to try with you?
"ye' comfortable with us doin' it?" he bent a bit to face you, caressing your hair down to your cheeks.
you were comfortable, as long as it was him trying things with you. also, you've heard this kind of thing from your friends.
rosita mentioned to you and maggie on how abraham liked to fold her like a chair and how he had to tie her to keep her in place. it wasn't like she complained.
you can tell it was pleasurable for rosita, you weren't sure just yet if it was pleasurable for you. that's why you nodded at daryl's question.
"i-i wanna try." you sat back a bit, removing your feet under you as you glanced at daryl's lust filled eyes. you couldn't help but let your cheeks heat up once more.
it wasn't a rare thing, he's always the one to make you flustered every now and then. he liked teasing you more in front of others.
"relax, sweet girl." he smirked a bit seeing you flustered, he loved how naive and innocent you are. hell, he was fucking grateful you were protected inside the walls of alexandria ever since shit hit the fan.
he gently guided your body to lay down on the soft mattress you and daryl shared every night. where he laid his claim on you for the first time.
you found yourself breathing heavily as daryl teases you, rubbing your slit up and down as you feel his hot breath on your clit.
"please?" you whimpered once again as you wiggled, he was bringing you to your orgasm every now and then but he only ended up pulling his finger out.
"yer' dripping, baby." daryl smiled, gathering your slick with his middle finger and index finger only for his fingers to end up in his mouth.
you lifted your head to look at him only to see him with his fingers between his lips. your cheeks heat up and on natural instincts you pulled your feet and the ropes tied to the bedpost stopped you.
you groaned and threw your head back in frustration, you forgot he had tied your hands and feet to the bedpost, making it unavailable for you to reach for him.
it was half an hour ago, he has been teasing you for that long. you begged and begged every time, "please... make love to me?"
"thinkin' 'bout it, baby." he replied as he dove into your dripping cunt making you moan, he was good at pleasuring you, one thing you loved about him.
"daryl..." you moaned as you wiggled in pleasure, the ropes restraining you much from moving. you tried to grind lower, onto his mouth but it only tugged on the ropes.
he was lapping your cunt like a thirsty baby and that made you flustered, you stuttered out his name as you begged for him.
you needed to feel him, you needed him to fill you, you needed him to connect you both, you needed him to fill you up with his cum.
daryl pulled away from your sensitive cunt and instead moved up to meet his lips onto yours, you kissed him back and immediately tasted yourself.
"ye' taste yerself, baby?" he asked as he pulled away, kissing your jaw down to your neck, his kisses just kept drifting downwards.
"y-yes..." you nodded desperately, aching for him. you needed him now, and bad. "i wanna feel you, daryl." your voice broke.
"wanna feel me?" he chuckled as he kissed your lower stomach, you moaned and grunted. you hoped he was done teasing you.
"mhm." you hummed as his kissed your inner thighs, so close to your aching cunt. you were practically begging to be fucked right now.
"gon' fill you up." daryl finally stated and you had never nodded too fast and too much in your life. he chuckled at your desperation.
he lined the tip of his cock on your slit and gently pushed in, you bit your lip as you lifted your head to look at where you two meet.
you had forgotten the part where it hurts. it always hurts whenever he enters his cock on you, he was big and long, how could it not hurt?
he pushed half of him in as you hissed and he kissed your tears away, he tasted your salty tears but he did not mind. he caused these tears and he was going to make it go away.
"only few more, baby." he assured you as he kissed the tip of your nose, you nodded and bit back a smile. you urged him to go on.
he pushed the rest of him in with one swift thrust and you whimpered at the pain, he hushed you and kissed you, making you kiss him back.
"only hurts more if i don't move." daryl told you as he waited for your answer, you murmured a small, "okay.", urging him to start.
he slowly started moving and you shut your eyes, only to open them a minute later. you wanted to wrap your legs around him but you couldn't.
you moaned as he hit your cervix, he always was able to fill you up full, as if his cock was made for your tiny cunt. he groaned as he felt your tight walls around him.
he gripped your legs as he looked down where you and him meet, he can see your slickness wrapped around over his cock.
daryl loved how your tiny cunt was always able to fit his big cock, he loved the feeling of your cunt wrapped around his cock.
he groaned as he thrust in harder making you moan louder, this were the times where you both do not care about the people who could hear you.
you were probably a mess right now, but you didn't care, you wanted him from the bottom to the top, sometimes he was insecure of himself but you always found a way to make him feel better.
"i'm close, daryl..." you moaned more as daryl kissed one of your breasts and sucked on a nipple inside his warm mouth, the feeling was magical.
"cum fer m'." daryl grunted as he thrust into you with all his might, hitting your cervix every few seconds making you whining mess.
he can feel your tight walls clench around him even more making it hard for him to thrust in but he loved the feeling of your tightness.
daryl felt you come as he can feel your hot cum on the tip of his dick, you curled your toes in delight as you moaned his name.
"wanna cum inside ye'." daryl grunted and you nodded, you were just going to take a pill from rosita or maggie the next morning.
you wanted to feel his load on you, you moaned as he kept thrusting in. he was chasing his high as he was on edge, you clenched around him because you know he would cum easier.
and hell, you were right, not only ten seconds after, daryl came in you, shooting his loads inside you as he groaned and grunted while you moaned and whimpered.
daryl pulled out of you and grabbed the white towel that was placed on top of the table, your eyes were closed as you panted, breathing heavily.
he gently cleaned you and pushed his cum back into you as you whimpered when he made contact with your very sensitive clit.
daryl gently hushed you and continued cleaning you up as he also cleaned his cock, he was still rock hard. just seeing you laying like a star on your bed has him hard already.
he gently went near the ropes and untied you as you immediately pulled him down on the bed with you, finally relieved that you were able to touch him.
you wrapped a leg around him and an arm around his torso as you laid your head against his chest. daryl chuckled as he wrapped the comforter around both of you.
you can feel daryl playing with your hair as he lets you hug his bare body, he has always cuddled with you every time after you were both finished.
you loved this man.
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