#yeah i mean...... at one hand i am but also...... i think my brain can do a lot of shit to keep me away from things that will probably end
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i have further commentary about this that i put into the tags at first but i think it should be part of the main post so it doesn't get lost in further reblogs;
#like hey with all due respect. you are conflating a good handful of things (i don't think i said this part right but that's not the point)
checking tumblr on the phone when you're in the bathroom is a habit. combing your fingers through your hair when you're nervous is a habit.
saying "i can't form habits, the habit forming part of my brain is broken" is. in and of itself. a habit.
hello. i have been professionally diagnosed with adhd twice. it is so much easier now that i am medicated about it. yes. but also quite literally. op is Right.
#i have a life threatening disability that will genuinely kill me if i forget to take my medication #i forget to take my medication a lot. i know this.
#outsource your habits. outsource your motivation. set timers. set reminders. #give yourself a gold star sticker. ask your friends to tell you that they're proud of you. #there are things that make it easier and you are. not entirely wrong. but you're being a negative nancy about it.
#i don't know if i do fully believe you when you say that you've broken your tasks down to the smallest step either
#like my steps for medication are #get food. count carbs. do math. do shot. #that's not small enough. #do shot-- that's so simple and easy. right
no. i have to: - grab my insulin case. - open it. - take syringe out. - take alcohol swab out. - take vial out. - open alcohol swab. - swab top of vial so it's clean. - take backstop cap off syringe. - take front cap off syringe. - purge empty air from syringe. - draw in air. - stick needle in vial. - inject air into vial. - flip vial and syringe upside down. - draw out insulin into syringe. - inject back into vial to get rid of air bubbles. - repeat if necessary. - draw out correct dosage. - take vial off of syringe. - hit syringe with vial in case there's any air bubbles left in there - set syringe down. - expose flesh. (i usually do my shots in my stomach so this is usually as simple as "lean back in chair. lift up shirt." but it's more complicated if you're in public or wearing something more complicated than pajamas etc) - pick up alcohol swab again. - wipe flesh clean with alcohol swab. - set down alcohol swab. - pick up syringe again with one hand. - pinch flesh with the other hand. - place needle against skin. - push needle into flesh until it's fully in there. - inject insulin into flesh. - hit the stopper with my thumb a bit to make sure i get every unit. - remove syringe from flesh slow and careful. - set it down. - pick up alcohol swab. - wipe flesh clean with alcohol swab a second time. - set alcohol swab down. - pick up syringe and syringe caps again. - put both caps back on the syringe. - put syringe in sharps container. - put alcohol swab in trash. - put vial back into medkit. - put medkit back into its place (on my desk i have an organizer with all my shit so it's in reach every second)
and even all THAT. that can be broken down FURTHER. anything can be made simpler and less complicated and easier.
there's a post i need to find which is genuinely about this; "go get a glass of water" for someone without problems might have to be broken all the way down into "stand up walk to door open door go out of door close door walk to stairs walk down stairs walk to kitchen walk to cabinet open cabinet grab cup take cup out of cabinet walk to sink hold cup under faucet turn on sink turn off sink move cup to mouth drink water"
but it's. yeah. you should have made that your own post instead of venting on some genuinely well-meaning and helpful advice
here's some more unsolicited adult advice as someone in her 30s who knows there are a lot of twenty somethings and teens that follow her: if you're trying to build a new habit you really want, and are struggling, you have to break it down to the smallest building block possible. If you're failing, you haven't thought small enough. I know it's possible to hear stories of people who just snapped into new life mode one day by "just deciding", but truly what's happening there is a confluence of events and experiences that force the brain into some sort of epiphany. You cannot will an epiphany. It'll never work. For most times of your life, you will need to build habits intentionally, and that means not working against yourself and to set micro goals. like laughably tiny goals. because once that easy tiny goal is met, you can build off it, tiny goal after tiny goal until you reach your big goal.
so for example, if you want to be a morning person that gets up at ass crack dawn so that you can work out, eat brekkie, shower, and get to work at a leisurely pace, and you're not that person because you will hit your snooze button 800 times, you have to get the big picture goal out of your head. think smaller. "I want to get up 15 minutes earlier than I normally do." If you can't do that, make it 5 minutes. "I want to cook breakfast every day" hell no too big. "I want to eat something, anything, before I leave the house" hell yeah, fantastic. When you go to the grocery store to make sure there are things in the house for breakfast, if you keep buying bagels and microwave sandwiches that you ignore, you gotta think smaller. SMALLER. What's something so easy to eat that you'll never say no to. Is it a yogurt? Is it a handful of grapes? Is it a hostess ho ho? is it hot cheetos? FORGET the big picture of the fantasy put-together woman preparing a full nutritious meal that you'd be proud to admit to. Think only of the smallest goal you can achieve. If you know you can't say no to an ice cream sandwich, put a ton of ice cream sandwiches in your freezer and have one for breakfast every day until it's so instilled in you that you gotta get up to eat something you can start diversifying.
It sounds like, from the lack of habit place, that must take forever. But really it doesn't take too long to form the habit once the discipline kicks in. the trick is that you have to give your brain something easy to become disciplined to. If it's too hard, think easier and smaller. No one has to know. Literally no one in the gd world has to know that for 4 weeks when you were 22 you had an ice cream sandwich for breakfast every day. who cares. If it gets you eating oatmeal with fresh fruit in a few months who cares. you did it, yay. smaller, easier. if you can't do it, think smaller and easier. smaller!! EASIER!!! You are not thinking smaller and easier enough. break your brain thinking how small and easy you can go. SMALLER. EVEN SMALLER, SIS.
#i can format that to make it more readable later.#but hello. needle's fucking pissed (kirby image) .
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Don't shut up | Spencer Reid
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summary: Spencer is used to people who constantly tell him to shut up, but somehow, he feels even more embarrassed and sad when he thinks you want him to stop talking after looking at the tired and confused expression you have when he's trying to help you. The thing is you hate when people do that to Spence and would spend years just listening to his voice.
genre: fluff
pairing: Early seasons!Spencer Reid x bau!reader
warnings: mentions of the team shutting Spencer down. Derek and JJ being a little mean to him when he's spreading information. Spencer being a cutie potato. Mention of a stomachache and its causes (mention of miscarriage as one of the causes, but nothing happens). Reader not being a native english speaker, but just a slight mention.
a/n: Dr. Spencer Reid is a genius.... I am not. I literally had to search for information and copy-paste here in some parts, so if there's misinformation, it's Google's fault, lmao. I wrote this yesterday when I was about to sleep, so I'm sorry if something is wrong with the writing (even though I already edited). English isn't my first language, please be kind <3.
Masterlist Spanish ver. On Wattpad (coming soon)
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Spencer and you arrived early that morning. He hated being late for anything. He couldn't afford to be late if he wanted to stick as closely as possible to his assigned schedule, especially because he took public transport. On the other hand, you had no choice but to arrive early when you woke up at four in the morning thanks to a severe stomachache and couldn't go back to sleep.
That's how your conversation started. Your genius workmate was surprised to see you, first hour in the morning, when he walked in the office, even before Hotch arrived.
âAre you feeling better?â He asked, furrowing his eyebrows. You couldn't deny that the expression was too cute for your own good.
âYeah⊠I think so. It's not even the stomach ache that bothers me, it's the fact that even if I was sleepy, I couldn't fall asleep again. You know? That happens to me a lot. Once I open my eyes, I can't go back to sleep. I've also been feeling mildly unwell for a week, but even though the medication is controlling it, it doesn't stop."
At this point, he already set up his desk, leaving his briefcase on his own chair to walk over to you and sit at your desk, next to the chair you were sitting in, to listen to you attentively and answer.
âThe brain works with different phases of sleep: light sleep, deep sleep, and REM sleep. The cycle usually restarts every eighty to one hundred minutes, and we typically have four to six cycles each night.â
Hotch came out of the elevator and walked upstairs after both of you waved at him, and he let out a soft âgood morningâ. Emily arrived a few seconds later. You greeted her too, as she took place on her desk, but that didn't stop your conversation.
âSo, it's completely normal that we wake up in the middle of the night because of that process, but if it is frequent, for three months or more, it may be a symptom of insomnia.â
Your view went to the floor, and your head nodded in a semi-unconscious movement, because although you knew that your sleep cycle was ruined by work, you had not come to that conclusion, maybe that was it.
âNow, the stomachacheâŠâ He said, taking one pen from your pencil case to concentrate. He usually never took other people's belongings or shared his own stuff because of the germs, but somehow, after a few years of working together, he had come to have a good amount of closeness with you to borrow some stuff from you. Months ago, it hadn't gone unnoticed by Penelope that Spencer had a box full of pens reserved for you, in case you needed one, nor the fact that he denied JJ one of them once, when the blonde girl needed something to write with quickly.
âThe causes can be the most common, such as gas, indigestion, a muscle injury, or stress. Although there are also more serious causes: gastrointestinal infections, inflammatory bowel disease, irritable bowel syndrome, ectopic pregnancy or miscarriage..."
âWow, what are you trying to do? Scare her?â Derek's voice invaded the place and Emily smirked.
âWhat? No, I'm just saying the possibilitiesâŠâ Spencer whispered, looking down, a little worried that he might actually scared the person he cared more, besides his mom.
âIt's okay.â You answer loud enough so your friends and coworkers would hear. âThanks, Spence. I already went to the doctor, so I have none of⊠those.â I gave him a little smile. âBut about stressâŠâ The sentence hung in the air, so Spencer looked up and continued speaking automatically.
âStress can cause stomach pain because the autonomic nervous system of the gastrointestinal tract reacts to the same hormones and neurotransmitters as the brain. This is because the digestive system is connected to the nervous system, and the enteric nervous system, which is located in the digestive system, is able to send and receive impulses and assimilate emotions.â He started to talk faster.
Your focus on the genius boy and his explanation was sincere, but maybe it was the fact that you didn't rest well, plus the fact that he was speaking too fast and not vocalizing all the syllables, that for a moment your brain didn't process what he was saying.
It was weird. At some point you didn't even hear words, just sounds from his mouth. That didn't happen to you for a really long time because you already had experience with the native speakers, even if english wasn't your mother language. The exhausting feeling of not being able to sleep well was definitely to blame.
While your brain was coming to that conclusion, Spencer could only see your furrowed brow, tense jaw, tilted head, and dissociated look.
âYou want me to shut up, right?â That whisper was enough for you to come back to reality. His cheeks were red and his eyes looked a little sad, not to mention the way his mouth formed a line like whenever he felt awkward.
âYes, please!â Derek answered instead, leaning back in his seat and looking up with his arms outstretched as if he'd had to deal with seven unsubs in the five minutes he'd been there, listening from his place to the information Spencer was giving you.
âLittle genius boy got excited⊠again.â JJ said, looking at some documents in front of her, opening her eyes wide in an expression of tiredness and disinterest.
The young profiler stood up from your desk thinking about returning to his chair, a little embarrassed, but you took his pinky with yours âthat way you wouldn't make him feel uncomfortable in case he wasn't in the mood for physical touch, something he refused unless it was you. Again, another special treatâ. âWait. It wasn't like that.â Hazel eyes looked at you intently, still with a bit of doubt. âI'm sorry Spencer. Yes, you got excited, but that's not something bad.â
âIt isn't?â He questioned.
âNo, but you started to speak fast, and the fact that there are some words that I have a hard time processing in English and I couldn't quite catch what you were saying because I didn't sleep enough, well, that distracted me. Would you mind repeating it again, slower?â This time, you were the one with warm cheeks.
âOh. Are you sure you don't want me to shut up?â The boy was actually intrigued and a little surprised.
âWhy would I want that?â The fact that your teammates often shut Spencer up when he tried to share extra information, or information that he had been asked about, was something you had noticed from the moment you started working with the team. You thought that was rude. You understood that sometimes Spencer got excited, gave information that was perhaps better saved for another time since you were investigating a case, or people could be tired and want silence, but the team either silenced him or made fun of him most of the time. Plus, there weren't many other things you liked more than hearing his voice.
The sweet, soothing tone of his words helped you sleep on the jet after a long case, or made you want to hear more about whatever he was talking about. Feeling like he was sharing with you, a mere mortal, some of the vast knowledge he had was nice.
âI'm always happy to hear whatever you need to say, even if it's about something I don't understand. And, right now, you are helping me a lot, so, please, don't shut up.â The crimson color returned to the tall boy's face, this time not because he was uncomfortable. Your kind and somewhat complicit smile made his heart race, like almost every time he was with you. Spencer knew that no matter how tired he got, he would never shut up if you wanted him to keep talking.
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objects in the mirror | j. togame
âź tags ; afab!reader + fem!reader, reader is so painfully dense / naive, ambiguous relationships, friends to ???, somewhat unrelieved sexual tension, sex toys, guided masturbation kinda, kissing, groping, nipples play, squirting, dialogue heavy, vaguely post canon, petnames (kame-chan and jo-chan for togame, baby for reader) 18+
âź wc ; 6.4k (you have got to be fucking with me)
âź a/n ; the one fic i wont be mad if you ask for part two on lolol. title from a mac miller song (my favorite mac miller song) that reminds me of a lot of characters but i felt really fit this fic.
go listen to it. his best track. also this like... mega got away from me. togame sorry for blueballing you.
âź synopsis ; your only goal is to have a half-way decent orgasm. togame, as your best friend, is determined to help you reach it.
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"So," Togame leans back into your bed. "You bought a vibrator and... can't use it? Because you keep psyching yourself out?"
"Yeah," You sigh with your head hung low. "Paid good money for it and it's collecting dust in my drawer. I'm miserable."
Togame smiles a little from where he's laid across the width of your bed, back propped up against the wall slightly with his legs hanging off one edge. You kick his side lightly as he fails to contain his amusement.
"Do you enjoy seeing me suffer, huh? You take amusement in my pain, you bastard?"
"Pfft," He snickers, turning a little to face you better. "It's kinda hard not too. Just seems..."
"You think it's stupid," You frown. He scratches his jaw.
"I wouldn't say that. A little silly butâ"
"Which is another word for stupid," You point out. He shakes his head.
"The connotations different. Stupid would mean I'm insulting you. I don't think it's stupid. Ridiculous, maybe." And then he laughs to himself like a jackass. "No... I take it back. It's definitely ridiculous."
"You asshole. I should kick you out of my house."
He smiles knowingly, lazy and bemused. "You're not gonna,"
Smug bastard. You groan in defeat. "But I should."
He doesn't reply, brushing you off as easy as ever. "Sorry. Just not sure what exactly you want me to do with that information."
You throw your hands up in the air. "I dunno? Fucking help me. Offer solutions. Use whats left of your brain after getting the shit beat out of you as a teenager. Something."
"Now who's being an asshole." He quips. You frown.
"I'm sorry," You say easily. Togame smiles softly though you miss it while you're looking away. "But...ugh."
"Got such a way with words." He hums sarcastically before sobering a touch. He's scrolling through his phone not entirely paying attenion. "I don't really get why you're askin' me. Don't you have better candidates for this conversation?"
You give him a long-suffering look. "No. Unfortunately I live here, so the answer is not really. I can't talk to Kotoha or Tsubaki about this. We talk about guys and stuff but it's usually pretty PG."
"So I'm your stand in for a girl best friend?"
You tilt your head. "Huh? No. You're just my best friend. I would bitch to you about this either way."
He stares at you for a long while before scrubbing a hand down his face. You can't understand his sudden reaction, watching in confusion as he takes a deep breath.
"Right. Right, I'm your best friend." Togame mutters mostly to himself, sighing before going back to his usual demeanor. He rubs his under his eye. "Really dunno what you're asking for. You can whine however much you want, though."
"I'm not whining," You pause before sighing again. "Okay. Maybe I am whining, like, a little. But you would too if you were me, okay? I want to..." You make a face, the words suddenly feeling clumsy on your lips. You're not even doing anything and you're getting all weird about it. "I just wanna...cum."
Togame pauses. He sits up, sort of suddenly after that and finally has the decency to take off his boots. He scoots to the edge of the bed with his feet on the floor to do it, and you can't see his face when he speaks again. You don't think twice about it.
"Have you not? Like... ever?"
"Huh? No, I have but it's not really satisfying. It doesn't scratch the itch for me, you know? That's what the toy was for."
Togame takes another minute or two of silence as he takes off his boots. You wonder if it always takes him so long to take them off. Seems inconvenient.
He goes back to laying down, leaning on the wall with his legs spread out. "What kinda toy is it anyway?
"Oh, it'sâ" You stop in the middle of your sentence, brow furrowing. "Wait. Should I be telling you this?"
"Are you suddenly gaining self-awareness? Little late for that." He smiles.
"That's true," You reply, relaxing again with your arms crossed. "Nothing complicated. A rabbit vibrator, but the kinda expensive ones."
"How much?"
"Twelve-thousand yen. I got it on sale too,"
"No wonder you're so peeved you can't use it," Togame comments evenly. "A lot of money to be collecting dust. You even take it out the box?"
You deflate all over again. "Yeah. Charged it. Cleaned it too. But I put it back."
"Lemme see,"
"Huh? Oh, okay. Sure."
You don't bother asking why Togame wants to see your sex toy. It doesn't occur to you that there'd be any reasons outside of plain curiosity which you can understand. Togame dated a girl long-term so he knows some things, but you figure any girl with a decent boyfriend wouldn't need to make the same use of toys as you do. It'd make sense he's never seen one up close and personal.
You scoot to the edge of the bed and lean slightly as you open the side drawer and pull the toy out where it sits in nice, cardboard package. You pass it off to Togame before sitting back comfortably against your headboard.
He sits the box in his lap and stares at it for a long while.
You wonder if this is weird.
It doesn't bother you much either way, but it it is...
Odd, just how long Togame stares at it. He undoes the top of the folded box, pulling it back to reveal the soft, baby blue vibrator. It's six inches long and curved, with a soft rubber attachment to stimulate your clit and angle for your g-spot at the same time. Made with a high quality velveteen silicone. It has a lot of settings, and does the sort of rumbly vibrations you know feel good as opposed to the mechanical buzz of cheaper kinds.
Completely unused, Togame holds in his hands for a while, grabbing it by the ends. He doesn't touch it in a way that's weird. More like he assesses it. Measures it. You don't know for what though.
"It's cute."
"Huh?"
"The vibrator, I mean." Togame comments, putting it back in the box. His expression is unreadable. Something simmers under the surface of his neutral face but you can't place what exactly. "It's a cute color and the little pointed part here is cute."
You place a hand on your chest and close your eyes in sincerity. "Thank you. I also think I have excellent aesthetic taste."
Another pause. Brief but not.
"Do you want help using it?"
"Whaâ"
"The vibrator," Togame clarifies before you get through the rest of your sentence. "Do you want me to help you use it?"
Your mind blanks. Your mouth moves faster than you can.
"...In what way?"
Togame remains steady. "Getting you comfortable and putting in you. As far as solutions go, it's the best I've got."
...Huh?
"Wouldn't that be awkward for you?"
"Is it awkward for you?" Togame replies back.
You stop to consider the question then shake your head.
"I mean...It's you. I trust you and I'm grateful but this..." You furrow your brow and look towards him. "Can you really do something like that with me? Just to help me?"
"Yeah." He replies. The words come so easily to him you're startled. Was he always this casual? You guess in a way but still. It's surprising. "It's the most direct route to solve your problem, I think. Once you've done it once with someone else, you'll definitely be able to do it alone right?"
You reason about this and find it's a somewhat optimal solution. You can't figure out the exact source of your unease about all of it, though it's there. You can't figure out Togame either. You appreciate how much he seems to want to help you but it doesn't make your worries go away.
You frown a little deeper.
"You're thinking about it too hard." Togame interjects. His tone is warm and easy.
"You're not thinking about it hard enough," You respond back. "What are you trying to do anyway? To help."
"Scratch the itch for you. Just think of it like that."
"Does that do anything for you?"
He dodges the question. "Don't worry about me. I'm offering. Promise it's fine."
You frown with your legs crossed, staring at the empty space of the bed. "...I g-guess it's fine? I can't think of a reason to say no."
"You don't mind doing this with me? Or is it because you're okay with anyone?"
You shake your head.
"What are you saying? Of course it's because you're the one asking. I trust you."
He smiles genuinely at that, eyes closed in what seems like relief. "I just wanted to make sure."
Togame opens his eyes again and casts them your way. Your breathing feels shallow under the weighted glance. He sits up a little more and shrugs his jacket off his shoulders, placing it on the pillow next to you. He feels broader without the layer of fabric over his torso, white shirt stretching over his frame as he sits on the bed on his knees.
"Lay down. Get comfortable."
You nod, adjusting the pillows and things and trying not to feel self-conscious or get cold feet. It speaks to your desperation that you're taking this help so willingly and from your long time best friend no less. In the back of your head, you do feel a little strange.
Togame is just being a good friend, that's what you tell yourself. You believe it too.
He hovers above you first. You tilt your head to look at him, the short gap of space between you feeling particularly small while also being miles wide. Your stomach flutters as Togame's eyes fix on your lips.
He leans forward and presses his mouth to yours. It's chaste. You wonder if you look even half as surprised as you feel.
"What was that for?"
"Breaking the ice."
You mumble. "Oh..."
Togame kisses you again that time, and then one more time before speaking up. "You're so naive."
"Huh? No I'm not,"
He brushes you off again that time before sitting up again. He sits between your legs where you have them spread. You have no idea what he's thinking or why he's doing this.
Unlike most people, you usually do have a good read on what Togame is feeling. He's upfront most of the time, despite his posturing seeming wishy-washy. It's a little weird to feel so out of bounds around him, like he purposely has his guard up. You wonder if that guard is for you, or for him. Is he uncomfortable somehow? Is he trying not to hurt your feelings by not being interested? You're not really expecting that.
But if that were the case, there's no reason he would help you this way.
Before you get too entranced in your thoughts, Togame snaps you out of them.
"How do you normally do this?"
You blink and look up.
"Do what?"
"Get off," Togame answers. Your eyes meet and you find yourself wanting to look away. "You said it was unsatisfying so I thought it'd be better if we started there,"
"Uhm," You feel embarrassed trying to talk about this. You're not sure why. It's not something you'd feel self-conscious outside this specific context but Togame just seems more... intense then usual. Like he's being serious about your silly problem. "D-depends? Sometimes I watch porn or listen to audios or read. Not always."
"Got it. How do you touch yourself then?"
He looks expectant. You turn your head to look away from him. The minutes tick by.
"Uhm... just rubbing my c-clit usually. I have uhm, other toys I'll use sometimes too but I need to touch my clit to get off." You wonder if these are too many details. Togame is listening to it so carefully. "Uhm. If i-its too sensitive I'll touch over my clothes too. Sometimes I cum like that."
His face shifts. It lingers long enough for you to notice but not enough for you to process what it was. He's back to his usual self so quickly you wonder if you've made the entire thing up.
"Right. I think I know what your problem is,"
You feel a little relieved at that. "Really?"
He pauses before smiling a little with a friendly nod that reminds you of how you were when you were kids, a face that's unexpectedly kind. "Really."
You look at him expectantly.
"I think you're not building up to it enough." Togame comments, smoothly. You blink at him. "You're a girl, you know? Can't jump straight into it, you need to stimulate yourself more first and relax. You're so focused on cumming it backfires. I'll help you."
"How...?"
"I'll help you relax and help you figure out what you like. Don't think about it too hard and focus on feeling good."
"You really don't have to do this for me," You mumble. He smiles at you.
"C'mon. You just said I was your best friend right? I don't mind, so chill out and let me help."
"Okay," You nod, bright eyed. "Okay....thank you."
He makes a face at you before nodding. "Uh-huh. Of course."
Togame hovers above you with lazy smile. You close your eyes on instinct as you feel your lips press together. His lips are softer than you thought they'd be. A hand cups the back of your neck and brings you closer to him. The weight of his body makes you self-conscious about his proximity. You can smell the scent of his skin, feel his presence surround you as he kisses you soft to start.
The shift in the air surrounding you is gradual in a way that reminds you so much of Togame. He's not intense at the beginning, never is really is - but then his hand goes to hold your knees and pull your legs up. His tongue slips against the closed seam of your lips until they part, until he touches yours and you have to reconfigure how you breathe. He's so good at kissing you it makes you wonder if he's kissed you before and you can't remember. But then it feels good and you're remindedâ
If it felt this good there's no way you would've forgotten it.
When you pull away for air to breathe, or start to stumble through a question on how this is helping - Togame shuts you up. It takes it happening twice for you realize it's deliberate. Every time he kisses you a little deeper, and the last time he slips his tongue in so far you'd think he's trying to eat you whole.
You're wet. You're unsure if you're allowed to feel guilty about it, or if you're even meant too. Anyone would be turned on getting kissed like this. You're really unsure about all of this but you're fine because it's Togame. There's no way he'd do anything bad to you or for you.
He's over protective in general, though he's rarely frank about it.
(If you were any less clueless, you'd would know that most times Togame is doing his best to protect from himself. Most times, he feels like the biggest danger to you)
Togame pulls away from your lips when you moan a little. You feel embarrassed at the state your left in and how he looks at you. Picking you apart in his mind but not with ill intent. Like he wants to know every thread of your want.
Again, you think he's going to tease you. Light but still teasing.
"Does that feel good?"
It's a serious question. It stuns you. Just a little. His hand on the back of neck feels hot. You notice the way his thumb caresses your nape and try not to stutter.
"Uh..y-yeah." You reply, trying not to look stupid. "I like kissing. Uhm. In general."
He doesn't react to that, nods in a way you find curt in comparison to how passionately he was kissing you just moments ago. "It'll help you relax." And then, a little softly. "If you want to kiss again and we're not already, ask."
An odd request but you acquiesce with another soft noise.
"Do you feel a little warmed up?"
His eyes are so strangely shaded in this light. You open your mouth to the awkward confession. "Oh... nn. I'm... y-yeah. I'm wet already."
"From kissing?"
You give him a sheepish look. Togame responds with another kiss that makes you feel like you're being driven into a corner. This one is hot and heavy, doesn't build up but starts with an almost oppressive air. He nips at you, teeth tugging at your lips and licking in earnest to your mouth. Long and deep until your brain feels melty, your thoughts swimming and clouded. Longing for touch and release. Arousal threads through the fibers of your muscles, makes you feel wound up tight - a serpents coil. You clench your thighs on instinct at the worsening wetness.
Your mouth feels swollen and bitten when you pull away again and Togame looks a little more like you're used to him looking. An underlying sense of smug self-satisfactions on his face as he looks down at you, not outweighed by his genuine ease.
A look on his face like he likes your company. You find him comforting in how easy it is to see.
"Is it okay to touch you in other places?"
"Uhm. Anywhere above the belt is fine, I think."
"Makes sense,"
He leans up and slides both hands underneath your hoodie. You're not really prepared for... this. You don't know if you can call it sex or not but whatever it is, you weren't intending for it to happening.
"You're not wearing a shirt," His hands feel so big on your waist. Big and calloused, split skin scarred over from fighting. "A bra?"
"A sports bra."
"Right."
He slides your hoodie up over your torso until it's bare and takes your sports bra along with it in one go. Your tits fall from them with a soft swish with how quick he does it, the light bounce making your skin grown hot. Togame hovers above you as he eyes them, palms just underneath but not touching.
"Stop looking so hard."
He brushes past that. "They're nice."
"Shut up," You say for the first time. Togame smiles slightly.
"Not a nice way to talk to someone who's helping you," He says sarcastically. You pout but refuse to apologize. He remains unbothered then goes back to being alarmingly serious. "Do you play with them?"
"H-huh? When I masturbate? Not really. I've never thought too."
"Why's that?"
You shrug. "The guys I dated used to touch them but it mostly felt weird, not good. Never thought of trying on my own."
He gives you a looking asking for permission. You nod. This really does not feel normal but the arousal clouding your brain is a lot louder than your sense of shame.
Togame's hands slide up your sides until he's cupping the roundness of your chest. His thumbs hover against hardened nipples, constrained in the touch. It's different than how other guys have done it for you. He's paying attention to that bit most, and he's going about it softly. Pushing the hardened bud with a light flick that sends a jolt of shock through your body.
He's quick to notice your reaction, green eyes flickering up before doing it again. You squirm, stretching your legs and shifting as another tick of arousal goes through your whole body. Your clit is starting to throb so much it hurts. If it were you, you would've started touching yourself a long while ago. As soon as you felt yourself get wet.
Togame is taking his time, though. And you're feeling it so much it's a little shameful for you. He does it again, touching your nipples - both side at the same time. Your body is pushing for more.
You've managed to keep the noise down but you're pushed over your usual limits. A moan spills from your lips as you push up into his touch. "That's good, huh? Just needed it a little softer and more focused."
You try not to be any more embarrassing. Wouldn't anyone feel weird over this?
He's the most important person in your entire life, and he's seeing you like this. Not judging you, just remaining even and consistent. Teasing you but not enough to make you upset. He's being so careful. Is this the kind of boyfriend he is? You think that must make him popular, so then... why does it never work out? He's never dated anyone longer than a year.
But he's being so sweet to you despite not dating. He's always kind but this is different. You can't imagine who would see this part of him and break up.
You try not to think about any of this but the only other thing you can focus on is him rubbing your nipples and how nice it feels. The moan of his name is pitchy, sounds foreign to your own ears with how high and broken it is.
"Kame-chan," Your voice is warbly when you ask. You just want to stop thinking. "Kiss?"
He pauses. You think he's going to deny you at first.
"Fuck. That ain't fair, you know?"
You don't know what he means, but he complies and kisses you open mouthed as he plays with your tits. Rubs and flicks them just the way you like. It feels so good. You've never felt anything like it before. Your tummy flutters, honeyed lust dripping down your inner thighs.
Your body moves on it's own, your hands carding through his hair as arousal starts to pool. Your panties feels soaked and sticky, through the fabric. You shift again trying to relieve the feeling, brain scrambled by Togame's touch.
You're so horny you can't make sense of anything. Your body is a relentless echo of your wants and needs - demanding attention. His attention, specifically. Need curls up in your chest.
Between kisses you confess this to Togame, who you trust now more than ever despite feeling so incredibly vulnerable. How could you not go with it when he's taking such good care of you?
"Wanna cum so bad," You mutter, sloppy between kisses. Togame takes in a deep breath as he pulls away.
"You think you're worked up enough for it?"
You see through him instantly even in your haze. "Don't be mean to me, you jerk."
"Caught me, huh? Okay, okay. How do you normally do this?"
"Do what?"
"Fuck yourself with something,."
The words send heat sparking against your spine. You tuck your face against his jacket where it's laying besides you and huff. It smells like him. "Ngh. Usually finger myself a little first."
"Got a good idea then." He hums. The sound of his voice, low and smooth, makes you feel comforted. "I'll lay next to you and help keep you distracted while you open yourself up, yeah? Nothing below the belt 'n all. And when you're already I'll put in for you and turn it on."
You sniff. "Okay."
He smiles at you, pulling his hands and body away from you before laying besides you instead. He lets you rest your head against his arm and shoulders - sneaking the rest of his arm around and underneath you, squeezing one of your tits. He presses your body into him and gropes around the bed for the box with your toy, grabbing it from inside before shoving it away.
Up close, you can feel his muscles even better than you could. You wonder how someone so relaxed could be this built but try not to let it burden your brain. He smells so nice. Did he always? You feel too horny to remember, but you like it.
You can feel him glancing down at you, amused.
"Comfy?" Togame's voice vibrates through your whole body.
"Uh-huh."
"If you turn your head towards me I can kiss you and touch you. Keep your mind occupied a bit."
"Oh. That makes sense."
"It does right? Go ahead and start."
You think you should tell him not to watch. Keeps his eyes for himself. But the focus of his gaze makes you burn so much hotter you don't bother. He's already seen so much, anyway.
You shimmy out of your sweat pants until they're down at your ankles revealing your panties. Baby blue printed boyshorts, fabric soaked until they look a nearly new navy shade. You feel his laughter less than you hear it, turning your head to glare at him. He smiles a little at you.
"Those are cute too," Togame comments. You can hear his voice so clearly like this you think you'll collapse if you pay too much attention to it. "Too bad you made 'em all messy."
You swallow a sound, too horny to protest. He stops you before you can take your panties off.
"Didn't you say you normally touch over the fabric when you're sensitive? Do that."
"Butâ"
"Just trust me," He promises. He kisses your hair. Your heart thuds when he does it. It's an innocent gesture. "It'll make it more satisfying, okay?"
Your shaky as you spread yourself a little wider and slip your hand down between your legs. All the desire you're holding starts to unwind as your middle finger slides over the soaked seam of your cotton panties. They're cuter than normal, printed with florals and lace trimmed. Absolutely drenched in your arousal. You rub a small circle into your clit and your whole body breaks out into shivers, your eyes fluttering closed at the sensation.
You could cum like this. Just from this. But you want something more, something better so you force yourself to go slow.
"It's messy," Togame hums, nonchalant. "You get easier than I thought you would. Are you going slow so you don't cum right away?"
"Don't point it out, aah,"
"You should cum if you want too," Togame suggests.
"No," You whine. "Wanna cum with the toy."
"Wanna cum with a cock inside you, ya mean? A silicone one but still. Not enough to just touch yourself, you need something more, is that it?"
He says the words so casually, so lightly. Almost friedly despite how filthy they are. There's no malice in them.
Spoken like high praise or affection. The kind you'd show a kitten,.
"Kameâ"
"Didn't know your had such a need pussy. No wonder it's hard to cum all by yourself, huh?"
"Stop being mean," You gasp. "I'll cum,"
He laughs at that. It's genuine and bright.
"Too much for ya, huh? S'okay. Take these off now. Finger yourself. Make sure you get all that mess you made so we can use on your toy. It'll hurt if it's dry going in."
You feel blindsided by just how much Togame is talking. He's been so quiet, so brief and unreadable. He feels like his usual self too much, to your complete detriment. His voice is teasing, yet warm and sweet. He smells good and he's pressing you all against his chest. Your fingers tremble as you slide your panties down to your ankles same as before. You end up shimmying the rest of your clothes off.
You're so aroused it's easy to get the first finger in. Your hole twitches, the entrance pleasurable as slowly ease your middle finger down to knuckle. You til your head towards Togame as you get adjusted to the intrusion easily from how wet you are, pouting your lips. He gives into the kiss right away, warm tongue and soft lips familiar to you now. You ease yourself into the pace of his kiss, whimpering into his mouth as you slowly open yourself on second finger.
"I want it so bad," You mumble. He laughs against your mouth.
"I can tell. Can barely string a sentence together. You want to cum huh?"
"Uh-huh."
"What a naughty pussy. You're trembling from just fingering yourself. Won't you cum right away if I put in you at once? I'll have to go slowly," Togame explains. He speaks the filth so naturally. "Take my time so you're stretched nicely and not scared anymore. I'll turn the vibrator on after it's already inside so you can't run away from it. You can cum to your hearts content, then."
"I'm still scared," You admit. You're just so horny you're unsure of what else to do. He leans down to kiss you again, nose brushing against yours intimately.
"Don't be scared. Just focus on stretching so you're not so tight. I'll praise you if you take it in easily."
Your voice gives once you manage to get a third in. Togame doesn't stop kissing you, barely giving you enough air to breathe. He plays with your chest with his free hand, and holds the toy with the other.
A string of spit connects you. Your thighs are aching, body burning hot as you look at him directly.
"Wanna cum," You slur your words, speaking in short sentences. Togame grins a little.
"Take your fingers out and show them to me."
Your stomach flips but you comply with the request. Your face burns from how soaked they are.
"Good. Rub them on the toy now. Get it as sticky as you can."
Your heart is pounding is loud in your ears as you clumsily coat your new toy with your own mess. You watch it gain a fresh shine, baby blue turning reflective as you push it against and between your fingers until all of it's coated as best you can.
"That's it, good. Spread your legs now. Gonna put it in. Want me to kiss you?"
You nod sheepishly and close your eyes. Togame laughs warmly before kissing you again.
Your whole body throbs in anticipation for it. A muscular forearm and hand slip between your legs as you spread yourself open, your feet flat on the bed for easier access. Togame forces his tongue into your open mouth, kissing you wet and hard as he tweaks your nipples. You feel pleasantly suffocated from the pressure before gasping into his mouth.
The swollen silicone head of your toy stretches your pussy more than you thought it would. You've never had a toy with angles so the sensations are all new. You can feel it so well inside of you, you can barely keep your composure long enough to stop moaning as just the tip slides in. Togame swallows each noise from your mouth. His kisses feel almost ferocious now when they were so composed before, free hand cupping your jaw from one side.
He fucks it in slowly, rocking the toy by its handle slowly until you get used to it - giving you moments between to adjust. You can feel it bottom out inside of you, the head pressing so precise on your swollen gspot you could cum from bucking your hips. Your sensitivity is over the top. Every touch and and tease and bump makes your cunt clench and throb.
The blunt end of the rubber attachment presses against your needy little clit. Togame moves the toy a little, fucking you with it slightly again. Barely. It still nearly makes you cum.
You feel like he's edging you. Anymore than this, you think you'll go crazy.
"Kame-chan." Your voice is beyond wrecked, throat as one of your hands reaches to cling desperately to his short sleeves. You fist it, teary. "Jo, turn it on please. Make me cum. Wanna cum so bad, 'm so close, please, please. C'mon."
"Turning it on, baby. Easy."
The word baby makes your body melt.
A slight click sounds as Togame turns on the vibrator.
Your whole body lurches at the sudden change. Togame pins you with his own, keeps his hands steady and the toy inside of you without skipping a beat. The soft whirr of the first setting completely unravels you. It feels like every nerve in your body is being pulled apart, electricity through a frayed copper wire. The muscles in your body aching with anticipation after so many dissatisfying orgasms clench tight as your body prepares itself for something so vast your mind can't process it at all. Your hands fist at your sides, clutching the sheets as you get close to cumming.
You're thrashing from the sensation. It's so much, too much - you've never felt anything like it before. You feel full and euphoric and your head is spinning. It feels so good it terrifies you, makes you clench up hard in how unbearably unrelenting it is. There's no pace, no where to escape from. The vibrations are strong but not overwhelming to the point you can't feel them.
You're so senstive all over your body and it's touching you in two places.
Your spine starts to curl into an arch, hips stuttering and twisting as you feel it rushing over your consciousness. Fuck, you've wanted this for so long. It's exactly the high you've been chasing after on your own for so many months it's making your brain feel like like mush. Animal instinct forces your hips up, bucking against Togame's hand where he holds the toy. You're fucking yourself on it. You can hear him laugh as he moves to meet you ruts.
You feel like you're losing your fucking mind.
"G-gonnaâfuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! I can't, I can't, I can't. Feels so good, Ican't."
He leans in and gets close to your ear, tongue caressing the lobe before biting it soft.
"Yes you can. You want it so bad don't you? Wanna cum all over this cock so bad you've been aching for it. I know you want it, I can see it. Look how much your moving your hips." His voice is shaking, hands flicking your nipples messy and harsh as he speaks. "Look what a mess you're making. You're leaking everywhere. You want it badly right? Don't think about it and cum. Cum as much as you want. Cum for me,"
The last words are the ones to snap the thread inside of you.
Your brain bluescreens as your body seizes before finally, finally giving you the orgasm you've been chasing. You smash your lips against Togame's as your spine arches off the bed, thrashing in place. Something in you undoes - and you feel a wet rush spray from between your legs at the same time your orgasm hits. Your mind feels completely and utterly blanked. Your body is in total rapture, uncontrollable pleasure fucking your brain until you're stupid and slack jawed. It feels so good, so so good. You didn't know anything could ever feel that good in your life. It's scary.
You feel like you could get addicted. Your high rides out for much longer than ever before. In between sloppy kisses, you say the same words over and over and over. Togame grips you close to him as you do.
"Jo," You mutter. "Thank you, thank you, thank youâfeels so fffucking good, fuck. I can't, I can't. Off, off. 's too much, I'll pee."
Instead of turning it off, he turns the vibration up by one. Your eyes fly open as you gasp, words rushed. Panicked.
"I can't," You swear, looking at him for mercy. His face is flushed. "I can't, Jo-chan, I'll cum again, I'llâ"
"Cum." He says, demands - voice rougher than you've heard it all night. "I know you can. Cum,"
On demand practically, your legs seize up and you cum again a second time in near succession. You feel so fucking incredible you think you're going to die.
"Fuck!"
You squirt again, body nearly giving out as more short spurts soak your sheets and mattress. Your pussy is pulsing in the after math, trembling and clenching so violently. You whine loudly as Togame stops the vibration and pulls the toy out, shivering as it catches on your tight hole before coming out of it with a soft pop.
Your legs are twitching.
Even though Togame has no more reason to kiss you he does. And even though you're well past the point of needing to kiss him back, you do more affectionately than any time prior.
"You made me feel so good it's freaking me out." You admit, shaking uncontrollably.
Togame pauses before breaking out into genuine laughter. He kisses your head, arm wrapping around your shoulders until you're hugged against him.
"You were so sexy like that."
You blink at him, face flushed.
"Sexy?"
"I was really hard seeing you cum," He says, casually looking down. "I didn't know you could be cute and ask for kisses. You're usually moreâ"
You put a hand over his mouth.
"Whatever you're gonna say shut up,"
He just smiles, cheek against your hair. "I'm glad you got to feel good."
"What about you?" You mumble, feeling your heart pick up just asking. "Are you still hard? I feel like I should pay you back somehow,"
He looks at you seriously. "Do you know what you're implying?"
You fold a little but nod anyway. "Yeah."
"Do you really? The monk thing is a joke, you know. If you offer something like that, I won't be able to stop."
"It's fine," You say confidently before adding, much quieter. "I r-really want to do... it with you."
Togame pauses before kissing you deeply. Your whole body feels molded to him now.
"Damn it." He looks down at you, black hair sticking to his skin. You wanna feel his undercut with your hands in his hair. "You know this ain't normal between friends, right?"
"Uhm, yeah? I figured."
"Don't go around getting help from anyone."
You shake your head. "It's only 'cause it's you."
He scrubs a hand over his face and laughs. "You don't need to stir me up anymore. I'm already hard enough. Can't keep my composure at all."
You tilt your head in confusion. Togame just sighs.
"Don't worry about it." He says, shaking his head. "How soon can I get my thanks?"
Your eyes widen as you clench again. "Uhm. Now, if you want it."
He grins a little lazy, eyes swimming with adoration.
"I do," He hums, laying back as you get up from where you've been laying. "Come over here and let me touch you properly then."
"Is that what you really want?"
You climb ontop of him, bare naked almost as your hoodie falls back down over your torse. Togame slides the fabric up and gives you a meaningful look.
"More than anything,"
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Sunshine [3] - Downpour
AN: My loves, thank you so so much for your wonderful support and lovely comments and HCs! â€ïž You're amazing! â€ïž
I hope you like this as well, and please don't forget to tell me what you think, thank you! đ„°
Thanks to @chibi-lioness for beta reading!
Pairing: Logan Howlett x Female!Reader
Summary: Evening rain comes out of nowhere.
Word Count: 4540
CW: Smoking cigars, explicit language
Series Masterlist
Fine.
Maybe you did have a crush.
And maybe the said crush was taking over all your thoughts to the point that you could barely focus on anything other than him, but that was completely normal.
Just like you and your best friend analyzing every single second of your interaction with your crush was completely normal.
âHe actually lifted your car?â
You nodded your head, filling both her glass and yours with wine before tucking your legs under you.
âWith one hand,â you said, leaning back to the arm of the couch. âHe did that with one hand.â
âAnd you didnât jump his bones right then and there?â
âNo but I may have rambled about going to jail if the car fell on him and also not knowing who would take care of Theo.â
âWhat is that even supposed to mean?â she asked with a scoff. âIâd take care of Theo. Weâd come to visit you every weekend.â
âThanks Julie.â
âIâd even sign you up for those inmate dating websites.â
You blinked a couple of times. âUh, no thank you.â
âHey, if you accidentally kill the ridiculously hot mutant guyââ
âLogan.â
âYeah, Logan. If you accidentally kill him, you might as well exchange some dirty letters with someone else.â
âCan we please focus on the fact that I actually have a crush on him?â
âWe absolutely can,â Julie grinned, swirling the wine in her glass. âAw look at you! Itâs cute.â
âItâs not cute!â you whined, slipping a little on the couch. âJulie, I talk absolute nonsense whenever he and I cross paths.â
âBabe, I mean it in the best way possible,â she said and motioned at your face. âI doubt any guy really listens to any word coming out of your mouth when you look like this, so youâre fine.â
âSo not true,â you stated and sipped your wine. âI mean either way, itâs not like anything could happen between us so Iâll just, you know, fantasize about him and gaze at him longingly. Should be fine.â
Julie rolled her eyes at you. âCome on.â
âNo seriously, because Theoââ
âSweetheart,â she said. âYou got pregnant at 18. Donât get me wrong, I think Theo is the most perfect kid in the entire world but keep in mind that while we were all out partying, you were taking care of a baby.â
âItâs fine, I lived vicariously through you.â
âAnd now that youâre in your twenties and hot as fuck,â Julie said, ignoring your comment. âYou donât think itâs time to live a little?â
âItâd confuse Theo if I started dating around, especially with Loganââ
âFine, then donât date Logan. Just fuck his brains out.â
âNope,â you said, shaking your head. âI canât do that.â
âWhy not?â
âBecause the moment I sleep with him, I will be trying to decide on the wallpaper of our future cabin in the woods,â you pointed out, getting a handful of popcorn from the bowl and she scoffed.
âI still canât believe you want a cabin in the woods.â
âI want a cabin in the woods and I want a horse and a cat and two dogs,â you insisted. âAnyway, the point is, no strings attached is not a thing for me when it comes to a guy that hot. He lifted a car for me, Julie!â
âAnd you want him to lift you up and down repeatedly,â Julie said with a grin, making you throw a popcorn at her.
âI doubt Iâm his type,â you said and she groaned.
âYou cannot be serious.â
âNo I am, because men like him go forâŠâ you trailed off and threw your head back. âUgh, I so want to show you his picture so that youâll know what Iâm talking about but I donât have one!â
âI have this mental image of a very hot lumberjack in mind.â
âThat would be correct,â you said before taking a sip of your wine, but then your phone started vibrating on the table and you frowned, then snatched it off the table when you saw the caller ID.
âTheo?â you answered immediately. âAre you alright?â
âHi mommy!â
You let out a breath at the cheerful tone of his voice, then pressed a hand on your chest and checked the time on the phone.
âWhat are you doing up, bean?â you asked. âItâs late at night.â
âI couldnât sleep,â he said. âWhat are you doing?â
âIâm with auntie Julie,â you said and Julie grinned.
âHi Theo, I missed you sweetheart!â she called out, making Theo giggle.
âHi auntie Julie!â he said. âMommy, I thought about it, and I solved how I can have fish.â
You closed your eyes for a moment, a smile pulling at your lips as you shook your head.
âIâm listening, bean.â
âOkay so,â he said. âWe will get two fish, and we will put them in an aquarium, but like a bowl, not a huge aquarium.â
You hummed.
âThatâs where theyâll stay at the weekends when Iâm there,â he said. âAnd then, on weekdays, I will bring them here, and put them in the lake, and thatâs where they can stay within the week! Theyâd even make friends with other fish!â
You let out a small laugh.
âTheo, my love,â you said. âHow will you catch them again if you put them in the lake?â
He paused for a moment.
âUm, Iâd call them by their names,â he said. âCheeto and Popcorn. Theyâd come.â
âFish donât do that baby,â you said softly. âHow about you make friends with fish there in the lake and on the weekends they can just spend time with their own friends?â
âYes butââ he started but then got distracted for a moment by something. âItâs my mom!â
âI know bub,â you heard Loganâs deep voice and your eyes widened. You sat up straight immediately, making Julie tilt her head in confusion. âTell her I said hi.â
âMommy, Mr. Logan says hi to you.â
âUh, tell him I said hi back,â you said after a beat, hearing Theo parrot what you said as you covered the bottom part of the phone with your palm, then mouthed âLoganâ to Julie.
âWhat?!â she whispered and you cleared your throat.
âAnd tell him to please watch that you donât have any sweets before bed, for his sake.â
âNo!â
âBean.â
âUgh fine!â he said. âMr Logan, my mom says please watch that I donât have any sweets before bed for your sake.â
You could hear Loganâs chuckle, making you bite at your lip before he spoke.
âCan I borrow the phone for a minute Theo?â
Your jaw dropped and you motioned at the phone frantically, and Julie pulled you by the arm and made you lower the phone a little so that she could hear as well. You pressed your finger to your lips, signaling her to be silent before Theoâs excited âsure!â and there was a shuffling on the other line for a moment before Loganâs voice reached you again.
âSo no chocolate before bed then?â
Julie gripped your wrist, mouthing âhot voice!â to you and you let out a giggle, trying to focus.
âNope,â you said. âTrust me, itâs for your own good.â
You could hear Theo in the background; âI think I can have one chocolate.â
âNo no,â you said, shaking your head. âHe canât.â
âSorry bub, whatever your mom says goes.â
âUm, Logan,â you said, your mind going overdrive again. âIf heâs up this late, he will turn the puppy dog eyes on for dessert, and he can be very, very insistent but sugar makes him incredibly energetic, and he will end up blowing a hole in the wall because of his powers so you canâtââ
âRelax princess,â Logan said and you could almost hear his faint smile. âItâs fine.â
Julieâs eyes widened and she fell on her back onto the couch dramatically, kicking her legs in the air while slapping the pillow and you stood up, your heart beating in your ears.
âHowâs the car?â he asked and you licked your lips.
âOh I changed my mechanic, so itâs at the new mechanicâs shop for a couple of days. My friend has been driving me to workââ Julie waved a hand from where she was lying down on the couch. âBut apparently itâll be fixed the day after tomorrow so itâs totally fine.â
âAre you being safe?â
âI am,â you said. âAre you?â
âAm I being safe?â
âYeah,â you said with a smile. âWhat with lifting cars and stuff, it can be dangerous.â
âHalf a chocolate!â Theo said as if it was the brightest idea in the world. âHalfâMr. Logan, can I have the phone back please?â
You ran a hand over your face and cleared your throat.
âSorry about that,â you said and Logan chuckled.
âNot a problem,â he said. âGood night.â
âGood night Logan,â you said, your head spinning with excitement and you heard the shuffling, then Theo took a deep breath.
âMommy, half a chocolate!â
âNot at night,â you said. âWeâve talked about this bean. You can have chocolate tomorrow morning after breakfast, okay?â
âButââ
âTheo,â you said. âAfter breakfast.â
He heaved a dramatic sigh.
âI know bean,â you said softly. âYouâll be fine, I promise.â
âMkay,â he said with a huff. âIâm going to sleep then.â
âOkay, I love you!â you said. âCall me tomorrow and be nice to your teachers, okay?â
âI will,â he said. âLove you too!â
He hung up and you let out a breath, then tossed the phone on the couch while Julie sat up.
âOh he talks you through it!â she said, slamming the pillow on the couch. âI just know he talks you through it!â
âJulie!â you exclaimed, your cheeks burning and she let out a laugh.
âOh please, with that voiceâŠâ
âThatâs what I mean!â you said and flung yourself on the couch. âHeâsâŠheâs so amazing and Theo adores him and heâs so good with him too and to repeat, he lifted a car for me!â
âAw,â Julie said. âHeâs gonna be such a good stepdad to Theo.â
Your jaw dropped and you shook your head.
âWeâre not even thinking about that,â you said, pointing at her. âWeâre keeping our expectations very, very low, okay?â
She hummed, then tilted her head.
âDo you want to check Pinterest for cabins in the woods to see which one could be your and Loganâs in the future?â
You paused for a moment, then shrugged your shoulders.
âYeah,â you said. âThat sounds like keeping our expectations low, sure.â
                                                *
Despite having drunk until midnight and consequently having a hangover in the morning, the next day went without a hitch. Youâd only had a couple of rude customers, which in service industry counted as a normal day if not a good one, but because of last night you were more than ready to get home, eat a bunch of snacks and go to sleep.
Towards the end of your shift, rain started pouring and you couldnât help the whine escaping from your lips, leaning back to the counter. You could hear your friend Staceyâs small laugh as she looked out the window, then back to you.
âItâs just summer rain love,â she said. âItâll stop.â
âYeah but Iâll have to walk to the subway under that rain and I donât have a coat with me,â you pointed out. âUgh. Great. Iâll look like a horror movie protagonist by the time I get there.â
âThis is why I am a huge advocate of waterproof makeup.â
You hummed, chewing on the pen in your hand as you grabbed your phone to check the weather forecast, faintly hearing the door opening behind you.
âIt says itâll rain untilâwhat?â you asked Stacey when you lifted your head to see her raise her brows at something by the tables area and you turned your head to look over your shoulder, your heart jumping to your throat the moment you did so.
âLogan?â
Jesus, he looked way too handsome. He gave you a small smile, running a hand through his dark hair as if he was trying to get rid of the raindrops clinging to it, then approached the counter.
âHey.â
âHâhi!â you said, your voice going way too high-pitched all of a sudden. âUh, welcome! Itâs so nice to see you, whatâwhat can I get you?â
âI can take his order love,â Stacey said helpfully. âYour shift is over, get home before rain gets worse.â
âNo no, I can stay.â
âIâm not here to eat actually,â Logan said, making you pull back a little.
ââŠIs Theo okay?â you asked, your stomach dropping as the thought hit you and he nodded his head.
âOh heâs fine donât worry,â he quickly assured you. âHe was trying to name all the fish in the lake with his friends while I was leaving. I came to take you home actually.â
You blinked a couple of times.
âYou drove all the way here from the institute just to take me home?â you asked just to make sure you had heard him right and he nodded again as if it was completely normal.
âYou said your car is at the mechanicâs.â
One of these days, you were going to melt into a puddle in front of him.
âYou really didnât have to,â you said. âIâd hate to be a bother, and Iâm sure you have other things to do, so I can justââ
âWhat did we say about you being too polite?â he asked, his voice almost chiding in a teasing manner, making warmth spread from your chest to your fingertips and a smile you couldnât stop lit up your face, making you shift your weight, way too excited to just stand there.
âUm,â you said. âJustâjust wait here okay? Donât go anywhere.â
The corner of his mouth twitched in amusement. âI wonât.â
You took a step back, and rushed to the kitchen, making the line cook turn his head.
âHey, leaving already?â
âYeah. Paul, whereâs the pie?â
âOver there,â he said, motioning at the counter. âWhatâs the rush?â
You grabbed the pie to put it into the container while Stacey entered the kitchen.
âWhy didnât you tell me you had a boyfriend, and more importantly, why didnât you tell me he was this hot?!â
âWhat boyfriend?â Paul asked and Stacey motioned at the window.
âLook, right there.â
âHe is not my boyfriend,â you said, your cheeks burning and Paul stole a look out the window, then let out a whistle.
âI was going to try to win you over but holy shit, thatâs one hot dude.â
âAnd get this, he came here to drive her home.â
âHeâs just being nice.â
âCar sex in the rain, got it.â
âHe is my friend!â
âOh really? So youâd be okay if I went out there and gave him my number?â
You blinked a couple of times and scoffed a laugh.
âYeah but heâŠâ you trailed off, desperately trying to come up with an excuse. âHe has a girlfriâheâs married,â you changed your mind mid-sentence, nodding solemnly. âYeah. Heâs not wearing a ring because he is having it cleaned, and also he hasâhe has this condition that he canât have sex with anyone. A disease.â
Out of the corner of your eye through the small kitchen window, you could see Logan tilting his head like a confused puppy.
âWhen he does, his partnerâs⊠lower region just falls off, and itâs very gruesome, and if you havenât heard of that condition, itâs because heâs like the only person in the world who has it, they named the disease after him,â you added. âDoctors call him a medical wonder.â
Stacey turned to Paul.
âSheâs so gonna fuck him in the car.â
âSheâs not gonna do that!â you exclaimed and cleared your throat, pushing the box into a plastic bag. âIâmâIâm leaving, Iâll see you guys tomorrow.â
âTheo doesnât need a sibling yet, use protection!â Stacey teased you and you shook your head, then pushed the kitchen door and stepped out.
âHey,â you said breathlessly, your whole face on fire and you held up the plastic bag. âThe pie as promised.â
He gave you a calm smile, his eyes darting over you.
âYou didnât bring a coat?â
âUm no, but itâs fineââ you started but before you had the chance to say anything else, he had already taken his leather jacket off to put it over your shoulders.
âWhat about you?â
âDonât worry about me,â Logan said as he opened the door for you and you stepped outside, Logan gently steering you to a truck with his hand on the small of your back, making you bite back a smile. As soon as you reached the truck and got in, you let out a breath and put the plastic bag on the back seat, then put your seatbelt on. Logan got in as well, then started the engine and began driving.
âThank you,â you murmured. âReally.â
âNo problem.â
âI could just put it in the GPS orâŠâ you trailed off when you noticed that there was no screen or phone or phone holder in sight so you nodded to yourself. âI donâtâyou know, Iâm against being a prisoner to technology myself so I can totally relate, and yeah Iâll just put my phone here.â
You quickly found your home address and touched the screen, then carefully placed it on the dashboard and stole a look at him.
âCan I ask you something?â
âSure,â he said. âAs long as itâs not about my condition.â
âYour condition?â
âYeah, that disease you were talking about just now?â
Your eyes widened, your jaw dropping as embarrassment hit you, your cheeks growing hot and a whine escaped from your lips.
âYou heard that?â
âMm hm.â
You slipped a little in your seat, burying your face into your hands, the sight making him chuckle as you took a deep breath and lifted your head to look at him again.
âI can explain,â you said. âItâs just thatâŠStacey isâyou know, sheâs incredibly nice but I donât think sheâs over her last boyfriend and I was trying to spare her feelings. Wait, did you want to get her number? Because if you didââ
âNo.â
A small spark of hope shot through your system.
âOh,â you managed to say. âOkay. Um, sorry I made up a nonexistent STD about you.â
âNo problem,â he said with a smirk. âBut for future reference, you might want to go with the wife lie. I canât get diseases.â
You nodded slowly. âBecause of clean eating?â
âBecause of the X-gene.â
You blinked a couple of times, staring at him.
âWait, what?â you asked. âBut Theo got sick multiple times after his powers showed.â
âNot for every mutant,â he said. âMy body heals itself.â
âAgainst everything?â
âMm hm.â
âWhat if we had a car crash right now?â
âIâve been in car crashes, healed in a second.â
âWhat if someone attacked you with a knife?â
âHappened before, healed instantly.â
âWhat if someone shot you?â
âMultiple people did in multiple wars. I healed.â
You tilted your head. âIâm sorry, wars?â
âLike I said,â he said after a beat. âMy body heals itself. Against injuries, and time.â
You frowned slightly, trying to make sense of what youâd just heard and as soon as the thought hit you, you gasped.
âOh my God, Logan,â you said. âDid you know Marie Antoinette?â
âWhat?â he asked with a grimace, turning to look at you better. âWhat is it with you and Theo and France? He asked me if I knew Napoleon the other day.â
You raised your brows. âDid you?â
âNo!â he said. âNo, I was born in 1832.â
Holy shit, Julie was right.
You did have a thing for older men but having a crush on an almost 200-year-old man was just a little bit excessive, even for you.
A silence fell upon the car and he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. âYou okay there?â
âYeah, just in disbelief,â you muttered. âDo you miss it? Back then?â
He shook his head.
âNot really,â he said. âIt was terrible. Now is better, itâs just a little too...â
âChaotic?â you asked and he scoffed, then nodded.
âYeah,â he said. âA little too chaotic.â
âI mean I wasnât born in the 19th century but I know what you mean,â you said. âSeriously, if I could just live in a cabin in the woods with Theo and a cat, two dogs and a horse, Iâd do it. I even have all their names.â
âWhat are the names?â
âIâm glad you asked,â you said. âThe cat will be Catapultââ
âAre you seriously going to name your cat after a pun?â
âDamn right I am,â you said, counting with your fingers. âThe dogs are Underdog and Overdog.â
âJesus.â
âAnd the horseâs name used to be Princess Pink Sparkle Her Highness when I was six, but now I think Iâm just going to name her Hi-Horse so that someone can tell me to get off my high horse one day.â
Logan looked like he was in actual pain for some reason.
âBut listen, the list used to go like, a cat, a dog and a horse, and I figured like, if I get one dog, why not have two, you know?â you asked. âI couldnât possibly leave Underdog without a friend, because as much as I love cats, they can be kind of assholes sometimes to dogs, they canât help it, so thatâs how Overdog came into being, and there were also ducks named Comma, Colon, Semicolon, and Exclamation, and their babies were going to be named Parenthesis, Dash and Hyphen but then I realized that would mean I'd need to have the cabin next to a lake, and ever since I watched that one creepy horror movie Iâm terrified of lakes at night because I really donât think we should mess with any bodies of water andââ you managed to stop yourself and cleared your throat. âJustâŠfeel free to stop me when I do this.â
âI like it when you do it,â Logan stated without taking his eyes off the road, as if he was talking about the weather and your heart started pacing in your chest while you gawked at him.
ââŠPeople usually hate it.â
âPeople are idiots.â
âSomeone I used to know would cover my mouth whenever I rambled too much.â
âAnd you didnât break their hand?â he asked and you scoffed a laugh, then shook your head.
âNope,â you muttered. âThat sounds like a good idea though.â
âIt is,â he said, reaching out to grab the cigar resting by the gear stick, and opened his window a little.
âDo you mind?â
âNot at all,â you said. âYou smoke cigars?â
âMm hm,â he said, patting his jeans for a lighter, then looked around the car before his hazel eyes fell on you. âI think my lighter is in the jacket pocket, would youâŠ?â
âOh sure!â you said and felt around the leather jacket over your shoulders, then pulled out the lighter and flicked it, the warmth caressing your hand for a moment before you held it out for him. Logan stole a look at you, his gaze stopping on your face illuminated by the flame before he leaned in to hold the tip of the cigar to the flame.
You had no idea why, but it felt strangely intimate.
âThanks,â he murmured and you offered him a hesitant smile, flicking the cap of the lighter back before carefully placing it beside the gear stick.
âSure,â you said, trying to snap yourself out of it. âUm, I used to smoke cigarettes. Mostly to look cool.â
âDid it work?â
âNot really,â you admitted as he stole a look at the GPS, then back at the road. âNever a cigar though, do you mind if I try it?â
âAre you sure?â
âYeah.â
Corners of his mouth curled upwards. âAre you trying to look cool right now?â
âHey, if you donât think Iâm cool after learning my future petsâ names, I donât think a cigar is gonna help it.â
That coaxed a chuckle out of him and he held out his hand so that you could take the cigar from him. The moment your fingertips brushed against his skin, his hand twitched, a warmth spreading from your hand to your whole body. You swallowed thickly, your heartbeat getting faster and you brought the cigar to your lips with a trembling hand, then took a drag.
âDonât inhaleââ Logan started but you had already inhaled the smoke, a sharp pain stabbing you in the chest as soon as you did. Logan pulled over and through the coughs, you realized you were right in front of your apartment but you couldnât even thank him as you pounded your chest with your fist, then took a deep breath and wiped at your eyes with one hand while handing him the cigar back with the other.
âUgh, thatâs terrible!â you whined. âYou smoke that willingly?â
âYouâre not supposed to inhale it.â
You made a face and wiped at your eyes again, sniffling.
âNot supposed to inhale it?â you repeated as you straightened your back to look at him better, your brows pulled together in almost a petulant manner. âWhatâs the point of it then?â
The calm smile that graced his lips was almost taunting and he reached out to wipe at the remnant of a tear under your eye with a knuckle, your breath catching in your throat.
âThe taste, princess,â he said, his deep voice sending an excited shiver down your spine as he pulled his hand back. âThe taste is the point.â
âŠOh.
Oh you were so going to melt in front of him one of these days.
That wasnât supposed to sound as suggestive as it did, you were sure of it but that did nothing to stop the fire spreading over your cheeks, making you shift a little in your spot before he nodded to the window.
âIs this your place?â
You had to force yourself to drag your eyes away from him and looked outside even if you knew where you were, then nodded fervently.
âYeah!â you said. âYeah thatâsâthatâs me.â
A silence fell upon the car and you cleared your throat, trying to snap out of the daze you were in.
âThank you,â you said after a beat. âForâŠfor all of this, really.â
âDonât mention it,â he said and you looked outside again, now realizing the rain had stopped so you grabbed your phone off the dashboard, unbuckled your seatbelt and slipped the jacket off your shoulders, his unwavering gaze almost too hot on your skin.
âGood night Logan,â you said softly and opened your door to step out of the car, then made your way to the building. You climbed up the stairs, a giggle you couldnât stop escaping from your lips as you unlocked your door, then stepped into your apartment and closed the door behind you before leaning back against it.
âAlrightâŠâ you breathed out, your heart beating in your ears. âYeah, okay. I definitely have a crush.â
[4] - Ray of Light
#logan howlett#logan howlett x reader#deadpool#deadpool and wolverine#deadpool 3#wolverine#wolverine x reader#logan wolverine#logan x reader#logan howlett x you#wolverine x you#james howlett#fluff#logan howlett imagine#logan x you#james logan howlett
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All OF THIS! <3
Prohibition should have taught us that you canât keep people from drugging themselves without also making life significantly less shity
And to the person (can't be arsed to scroll up to read the name)that was like:
No I don't think Adderall should should be sold over the counter.
Yeah, good idea
Aderall should not be over the counter because some dude bro asshole might abuse it
And trans women should not be allowed to use womens restrooms BECAUSE SOME DUDE BRO ASSHOLE MIGHT ABUSE IT
And you have to babysit your drink because SOME DUDE BRO ASSHOLE MIGHT ABUSE IT
I AM NOTICING A PATTERN ⊠YOU TOO?
Also newsflash
Adderall isnât over the counter, yet their dad got it ⊠because he has a functioning brain.
Meanwhile people who need it canât have it because in order to jump through all those hoops ⊠you need a functioning brain.
youtube
And their solution to the problem is:
ta-da!
People with a functioning brain should still have easier access to medication they donât need then people with neurological issues who do NEED it
How about no one is allowed to get insulin without jumping through endless hoops because some people who didnât need it used it and ended up in a hospital?
No?
Not a good solution?
But it protects people who should not take serious medication in the first place, from themselves
And their families from potential tragedy
All at the low low price of the lives of the people who DO need the medication.
No?
You donât like that?
Why do you think itâs a good solution for people with ADHD?
Because they donât drop dead without the meds?
Trust me, some of them are dead in every way that matters
They canât finish their education, they canât hold down a job, they canât keep up friendships, they can barely concentrate on their hobbies, they are the black sheep of the family that everyone hates, they self medicate with alcohol âŠ
But I guess itâs better if people with neurological issues damage their bodies with alcohol and drugs in a desperate attempt to self medicate then that their dad gets an easier access to a medication he should not be taking TO BEGIN WITH.
That sounds fair âŠ
We have been here before
Rather burn a hundred innocent women, then letting one witch life.
Well, I can only counter :
âIt is better that ten guilty persons escape than that one innocent suffer.â Sir William Blackstone
Itâs the same stupid argument of why AO3 needs to sensor everything because some people have no media literacy, so again everyone has to yield to the assholes âŠ
If I'm stepping out of line y'all can tell me
You are stepping out of line
Badly
Your dads problem wasnât that access to Adderall was to easy
IT ISNâT
You dads problem is that he canât take no as an answer
If your father hadnât gotten his hands on Adderall
Which again, I can not emphasize enough HE DID
WHILE it was heavily regulated, so clearly the regulations arenât doing shit to keep people from abusing it
If your father hadnât gotten his hands on Adderall
Then it would have been something else
Some people are garbage
Doesnât mean the rest of us has to suffer just to protect them
â bUt mY dAd lAsHeD oUt aT hIs fAmIly
Yeah?
Mine too
Without meds
Without Alcohol
Just in is natural state
Probably because HE SHOULD have been on ADHD medication âŠ
wild how we have a medication that is super effective at treating a debilitating disability but its controlled to hell and back because What If Someone Takes It For Fun like i have an idea who gives a shit
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glimpses through fem!reader and Spencerâs relationship, through four instances of spills.
word count: 3.5k ish
a/n: i love the idea that for some of us, our personalities are made up all the things we like about the people we know and see. the idea that weâre all little bits and pieces of the things we love, and our experiences. this sort of explores that. (also this was mildly self indulgent because much like reader iâm a klutz!) <3
warnings/tags: 18+ for implied intimacy and canon typical violence for cm, pet names up the wazoo, reader is lowkey clumsy, Derek Morgan being himself, reader gets injured but sheâs fine, whoâs Maeve?, anxious love confession, Spencer adores reader so so much, S1 and S6 (ish) Spencer, Spencer in and post prison, love letters, marriage, kids, and briefly mentioned pregnancy, girl dad!Spencer Reid my beloved
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coffee - the first stain
To be honest, at first, heâs appalled.
The mug you set down on his desk isnât his, so God knows whose mouth was on it last. You - somewhat carelessly - plopped it down on the file heâs working on, grinning that thousand watt smile heâs secretly become fond of. Youâre wearing a sweater he noticed that brings out your eyes - a berry colored wool garment that he wishes youâd wear more.
âHey! Morgan said you were exhausted. Thought Iâd make you coffee.â
You pick it up, and set it down again, for emphasis, and a few drops make their way down the side and onto his case file, surely creating a cinnamon toned half circle that Hotch will not love. You donât notice, watching his face.
âI made it with a bunch of sugar. Just how you like it, right?â
Suddenly, he realizes heâs been staring up at you, and then his mouth is moving faster than his brain.
âYeah, I uh, I am pretty tired, now that you say it. Didnât sleep well, long night, you know?â
You nod, sipping your own coffee, fingers wrapped around the ceramic.
âI get that. Goes with the job, right?â
âOh, absolutely, yeah, I- wait, Morgan said that? Did heâ what else did he tell you?â
You grin, coffee mug to lips again.
Stop staring, Reid.
âNothing, really. Just said you needed a boost. Thought Iâd provide.â
Titling your head a tad, you look down, a mild panic crossing your face when you see youâve stained his file.
âOh my God - Reid, Iâm sorry, I didnât mean-â
Heâs quick to shake his head, hands coming up to reassure, his eyes wide.
âNo no no, itâs okay, truly, I-I made a mistake on that one anyways. Iâll need to have a new copy printed, honest.â
Frowning, you look him over, searching for a tell, something to let you know whether heâs lying or not.
âAre you sure? I can do it, Iâm not that behind on mine, I couldââ
Before he thinks - youâd assume, with all his brains, he would - his hand grabs your arm, that gorgeous sweater under his finger tips, his eyes locked with yours. He says your name, once, his tone more serious than heâd like.
âItâs okay. Thanks for the coffee.â
You blink, and then a slow grin takes over your face.
âYouâre welcome. Let me know if you need more.â
For a moment, neither of you move, the heat of his hand burning through the wool on your arm, until he lets go like youâre the one scorching his skin, like heâs just realized that heâs touching you. You laugh a little, awkwardly, and he grins with the same level of unpracticed nerves, and you head back to your desk.
He picks up the mug, and sips slowly, closing his eyes for a moment - it does have a mountain of sweetness, the saccharine liquid coating his mouth but soothing his senses. When he sets it down again, itâs on a part of his workspace not occupied by case work. Just as predicted, the file that once housed the beverage now bears a semi circle of dried java. His pointer finger traces the stain, clockwise and then counter, for a moment, before he glances up in horror to see Morgan, of all people, signature smirk in place.
ââThanks for the coffeeâ. I donât whatâs sweeter, that coffee you just got or-â
âShut up.â
He mumbles, face flushed, small smile on his face despite the teasing. He traces the coffee stain one last time before he hastily tucks the soiled paper away in a drawer.
blood - the second stain
âWhat do you mean you arenât getting a response from her on comms?â
Heâs so scared, he canât even stop to think just how breathless and afraid he sounds, as he turns to Hotch, who fixes him with a look that clearly says, Calm down, Reid.
âIt could just be non-functional, or got knocked off, or caught.â
Hotch says calmly, almost maddeningly so. Spencer swallows back the protests, the arguments that swell up in his throat like bile.
Theyâd created, and given the profile, and once Penelope had narrowed down the couple possible properties their potential unsub owned, you, Morgan, and Prentiss had headed into an abandoned storage facility, silent and careful.
Perhaps not careful enough.
The voice in his head reminds him, almost sadly, and he grits his teeth inside tightly drawn and chapped lips. Shaky hands smooth over his slacks, again and again, as his eyes stay fixed on Hotch.
âAsk-ask Morgan again. If sheâll respond.â
Heâs given a frown, dark brows pulling together in a very typical Hotch-like manner.
âIs there a specific reason youâre asking about her, Reid?â
Is there? God, he doesnât know. You bring him coffee nearly every morning, but perhaps thatâs just kindness. Then thereâs the chocolate sprinkled donuts that start his work day from time to time - maybe you just enjoy pastry treats, and think of him, when you buy one. Oh, and heaven forbid he forget the way youâll come by his desk, and ask for clarification on a piece of paperwork or a procedure - that you probably couldâve asked Hotch or Prentiss about. You listen, active listening too, eye contact, body still - when his explanations turn into rambles about statistics about this type of criminal, your eyes watching his face, your own voice quiet.
Is he deluding himself? Seeing phantom romance where thereâs maybe merely nothing but platonic affection? Blinking, once, he shakes his head in response to his Unit Chiefâs question.
âNo Hotch. Iâm just worried, she-well, she hasnât responded, and Morgan has, and Prentiss has, and Iââ
Speak of the devil, Morganâs voice comes through, demanding and tense.
âI need a medic. Prentiss and I secured the unsub, but, not beforeââ
Oh God. Not before that bastard got to you with a baseball bat, to the back of the head, you unaware before your face met the concrete below. Spencerâs not even asking for permission, snatching the keys to an SUV off the desk nearby and flooring the gas pedal.
You canât die. Not before Iâ
Driving there is like hell - his lungs burn like thereâs smoke and ash polluting them, and fear feels like too tame a word to describe the overwhelming panic that seizes his heart the more he drives.
Iâm a fool, he thinks wildly, as his knuckles grip the steering wheel like a vice. A damn fool if I donât tell her-
Heâs barely got the thing in park before heâs scrambling out the driverâs side door, Converse immediately coated from the dusty ground outside the facility.
When he finds Morgan, and you, head lolled to the side, eyes closed, face pale as his must be, he falls to his knees with little regard for his own pain or discomfort. Morgan watches, careful, his voice gentle when he speaks, trying to calm his terrified friend.
âSheâs still out, Reid. Just a nasty whack to the back of her head, okay? Easy.â
Trembling thumbs trace and hold your face, like itâs made of paper, as he swallows hard to keep the ache behind his eyes from becoming tear tracks down his face. He spots the gash, trickling crimson down your ashy skin, onto his shaking hand, but doesnât move from holding your face. A deep contusion, furious and violet-toned, on the back of your head, makes the air leave his chest like heâs been choked.
Beautiful girl, I couldnât stop this.
He could sob, and he nearly does, until you make some sort of confused noise and force open your eyes. Light rushes through his heart, rekindled warmth as he meets your eyes, and yet, he finds himself almost frozen.
âSpencer? What, I thought-â
âListen to me.â
He forces himself to speak - he has too. What if he doesnât get the chance, and all he ever gets to associate you with is caffeine, sprinkles, and a listening ear? No, that wonât do. Not in the slightest.
You meet his eyes, hazy, but listening. Morganâs brows furrow, as he protests,
âGod, man, she just woke up, let her-â
Ignored, as Spencer often finds himself doing when thereâs more pressing matters than banter, than propriety.
âYou need to know. That I-care about you.â
Blinking, you swallow, and suddenly, the throbbing pain in the back of your skull is slightly dimmed.
âThat I canât let another sunrise or sunset go by where you donât know that Iâd give you the stars if youâd let me. Where I canât touch you, where I canât make sure you understand that Iâll protect the light you have inside you until Iâm burnt from it. You absolute angel, I-â
He shudders, almost afraid of his own earnest, and says your name like itâs a prayer.
âI love you. Even if you donât return it, my heart is yours.â
Morganâs grin is wide, and he shakes his head, almost in amazement. Your own face is flushed, as you hear sirens and medics, your voice crackly and rough from pain, but still, that smile heâs grown to associate with his heart fluttering graces your face.
âMy heart is yours, Spencer. Glad youâre finally realizing how absolutely in love I am with you, you goose, even if it took all this.â
He laughs a little, almost deliriously, and smooths his trembling hand over your face.
âGuess the doughnuts werenât enough, huh?â
You manage, and he shakes his head, quick to push back.
âThey were. Youâre always enough for me, no matter what you do.â
Could he sound any more smitten?
Procedure says he canât go in the ambulance with you - thereâs no need, youâre just getting stitches and some ice and he can visit you at the hospital, okay? But as he heads back to the - oh dear, still running, he really was in a hurry, wasnât he? - car, Morgan glances sideways at him, signature smirk in place.
âPretty boy, I didnât know you had it in you.â
Spencer stares down at his hands in his lap. Theyâre stained, and a grimace floods his face when he realizes itâs not dirt, but your blood, coating his fingertips. A soft sigh escapes his lips, and he bites back a nastier retort than his friend deserves.
âI guess I did. I canât believe it took-â
Morgan sighs, stopping Spencerâs inevitable incoming guilt filled rambles.
âHush. You told her. Thatâs what matters.â
Glancing down at Spencerâs fidgeting hands in his lap, he presses on the gas.
âLetâs get there, so you can get that off you. Iâm shocked you got all dirty, with your germ thing.â
Spencer shrugs, looking out the window.
âFor her? Iâd-I think Iâd do anything. No matter what it stained.â
Soap finds his hands at the hospital, but he finds you soon after, unable to stop the gentle press of his lips to your forehead, or the soft murmurs that follow as he tries to remind himself that much more of your blood didnât spill.
ink - the third stain
Emily has to physically hold you back in the court room, when they take him out, his eyes fixed on you, and the team, almost hopeless.
âThen your client is a flight risk.â
Youâre quite literally fighting her, suddenly terrified in a whole new way for your boyfriend, tears staining your face.
âBail is denied.â
Sheâs got both arms wrapped around you, her soft, âI knowâs, and âIâm sorryâs barely heard over your own pleas for her to let you go.
âDefendant will be remanded to federal custody pending trial.â
You hear someone sobbing - angry, fear-filled wailing - and until Emily has you turned around, your face in her shoulder, comes the realization that itâs you.
âHeâs-Emily, what are we going to do, heâs not going to be okay, I-I canâtââ
The days that follow are dark. Going to the BAU without Spencer, let alone waking up without him beside you, is enough to send you into a spiral. You try to remind yourself that heâs worse off, that whatever hell heâs experiencing is ten times worse than your quiet fear and loneliness. So, to try to combat the weight that squashes your heart, you write him letters. Daily letters.
Spencer -
We have a case in Florida. Emily says itâll be quick, but the Florida ones never are. Weâd solve it ten times faster with you, you know? Geographical profiles are much harder alone, thatâs for sure. The plane ride is quieter without you, and no oneâs saying anything - youâd be saying something if you were here. Maybe thatâs why weâre quiet. âĄ
Every day. You donât relent. If you canât mail them in whatever town you get stuck in for work, you mail them in one big envelope when you get back home.
Spencer -
That case was rough. I cried twice - once when I spent over two hours staring at the map at the precinct and couldnât find anything new, and once when Rossi accidentally snapped at me. He said he was sorry, that heâs âon edgeâ right now - but arenât we all? Emilyâs working really hard to try to get you home. I wish I could come see you. I hope youâre safe. I love you. âĄ
When you learn that he didnât put you on the list of people who can visit him in that concrete hell, you almost lose whatâs left your nerve, breaking down in Emilyâs office, shaking. You donât know whether youâre furious, in despair, or numb to it all.
âEmily, why? Why doesnât he want me to come see him? If it was me, Iâd want to see him every day, I wouldnât want him to leave!â
She sighs, her face tight. Twisting your hands in your lap, you search her face for answers. Nausea claws at your throat.
âHonestly, my guess is itâs just that. He knows that if you come, he wonât want you to leave. Itâll hurt too much.â
âBut Tara, and you, and his mother, and-
Spencer -
I think I understand. Sort of. I feel like thereâs this pressure in my chest, and I canât ever fully breathe. Not since youâve been away. The weight on my heart never goes away. Missing you more every hour. âĄ
Despite the slew of handwritten letters that reach him, you only get one back, after you and the team search his apartment - you keep it in your purse pocket, folded safe, and read it whenever your throat feels tight and your eyes burn. His untidy scrawl is enough to make you feel like a part of him is actually inside this letter - like heâs reading it himself to you, interwoven in the fibers of the paper.
Angel -
I wanted you to know Iâm in solitary now - I made sure of it. I know you want me safe, almost more than I do. I love you beyond what I can say, my beautiful girl.
Yours, Spencer.
One night, youâre curled up in Spencerâs apartment, writing him a letter, as is your nightly routine. The ink stains the side of your hand now - an ever-present reminder of the fact that your heart constantly feels ripped out of your body. After addressing the letter to him, your phone buzzes - Emily.
Oh God.
âHey. We figured out that- oh, you donât care about all that. Heâs coming home.â
She doesnât need to tell you twice. Paper and ink pen tumble to the floor as you shove your feet in shoes and snatch your jacket off the coat tree. Tension is coiled in your body the entire way there. Ink still stains the side of your hand, a permanent reminder that every time you needed to just tell him something - you had to pick up pen and paper.
Heart in your throat, you push open the door with shaking hand. There he stands, your Spencer. Heâs still him, you think, although his face is tight, and sleep clearly hasnât been something heâs seen much of.
Three months.
You walk in slowly, body trembling. One hand reaches up, runs through the curls that have grown so long.
âYour hair.â
You breathe out, voice barely audible. He nods, his face almost impassive. Tentative fingers trail down his cheek, make a path to hold his face. He nods, and then, you notice his eyes are misty.
âMy angel.â He murmurs, almost in awe, and takes you in his arms with a fervor. Crushed against him, face buried in the cool fabric of his shirt, you bite back a sob, arms threaded around him.
âNo. Cry, my darling girl, Iâmâ Iâm tired of doing it alone.â
How could you refuse him? Just hearing his voice, let alone the relief you feel at being touched by him again, is enough to satisfy you for days, you think. For a bit, all thatâs heard is uneven breaths, until he speaks, his voice rough and shaky.
âI need to see your face.â
He pulls back, face shining with tears, and you swallow back the lump that just wonât leave your throat.
Calloused hands - less soft than you remember - take yours, and then he frowns.
âYour hand.ïżœïżœ
Your right hand is held up, inspected, like the blue on the inner side of it is red instead. You smile, laughing a little, still breathless.
âInk, baby. Just ink. I was writing you a letter.â
He shakes his head, rubbing at the navy stain with his thumb, as if that will remove it.
âI wouldâve kept writing. Never given up. Youâd be sick of letters from me.â
âNever, sweet girl. There is no part of me who could ever find himself sick of you.â
After youâve come home, he wastes no time in pressing less than tender kisses to your mouth and jawline and the column of your throat. Itâs not until heâs reacquainted himself with your contours and the dip of your hipbones and the soft way you gasp out his name when he does that, that has you next to him, so he can see your face.
He needs to see your face.
Hand in his, still faintly stained from ink, he examines it, and then, softly, hesitantly, he meets your eyes.
âYou know ink poisoning is actually rare? Pens we use are designed with non-toxic ink, to decrease any chances of fatal ingestion.â
You never mind his information sharing, but your eyebrows furrow tiredly at his timing.
âSpence, Iâm not saying I donât care, but we justâ you justââ
âPlease. Let me look at the woman I love and pretend for a few moments that my damn eidetic memory wonât play back the last three months of my life like some wretched tape.â
You let him, as he holds your cobalt-colored hand and your eyes droop, his soft voice telling you that rubbing alcohol will probably get that stain out. It almost feels normal.
Almost.
paint - the final stain
âSpence! Can you get paint water out of carpet with any amount of ease?â
You call your husband, turning back to your mildly sheepish five year old, whose water color adventure on the coffee table has quickly gone south.
In walks Spencer, not even noticing the overturned hard plastic cup or purpley-blue spill, eyes going straight to his daughterâs nearly finished picture.
âBeautiful, Penny. Looks incredible.â
He murmurs, bending to be eye level with a beaming Penelope, hand on her arm, before turning to you, mild tension and stress lining your face. His smile is gentle. Itâll wash out.
âRubbling alcohol, angel.â
You nod, tension easing from your shoulders.
âWeâll go get it - we always clean our messes up, right lovely?â
He asks your daughter, lifting her with practiced care. She giggles, nodding, as they head from the room, letting you take a breath and set up the paints and picture in a new location - the kitchen table, with some newspaper tucked underneath because sheâs five, and you of all people know spills happen.
Once sheâs set up again - she really is so quiet when sheâs engrossed in something - you find yourself curled up with Spencer on the couch, head on his shoulder, watching her paint and sing-song to herself.
âThink sheâs lonely?â
Spencer asks, turning to you, his grin wide.
Troublemaker.
âHmm. I think you just like me pregnant.â
He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your hair.
âMaybe. Maybe I donât want Penny to be sad, ever.â
Silence, then, for a bit.
âSheâs so much like you.â
Spencer muses, his fingers drawing patterns on the side of your sweater. You smile, fondly.
âYou say that because Iâm clumsy. She was dancing around with that paintbrush, that cup of paint water stood no chance.â
âNo, I say that because she shines like you. No matter what tries to dim her.â
That night, when you peek in your daughterâs door to see Spencer reading her A Little Princess, sheâs propped up against him, hazel eyes barely open. Affection swells in your chest as his voice carries on, even though sheâs clearly almost in dreamland. In you walk, pressing a kiss first to her forehead, then Spencerâs. He smiles gentle up at you - this is his favorite time of the day - and keeps reading.
âPerhaps there is a language which is not made of words, and everything in the world understands it.â
Once youâre back in the living room, you check on the earlier spill from today. All thatâs left is a barely visible blue spot, no bigger than a quarter.
âNo one will see it but you.â
Steadying, warm arms wrap around your ribs, and soft lips press against the side of your neck, washing away any insecurity about the state of your carpet.
âBesides, stains arenât bad, sweet girl. Theyâre little reminders that things happened, good things, or bad things that brought us together. Memories, attached to splotches, attached to wounds, to paper, to skin. How convenient, to carry our most impactful moments like heaven-sent tattoos.â
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i wish i trusted my own feelings more but here i am?
#me: i feel this way (: someone i like: um... are you sure? i think you feel more that way#me: oh shit... maybe i do? binch i gotta think this one through now..........#i dont think my answer will change but its uh... worth another look#oliver said a while ago he thinks i'm in love with fabian.. and immidetly i said very confidently apperantly that i dont#and now ive been thinking about it and im like....... ok but am i?#told oliver again and he was like 'what i thought you said you werent? you sounded very sure about it'#yeah i mean...... at one hand i am but also...... i think my brain can do a lot of shit to keep me away from things that will probably end#badly. and genuinly i do not think me and fabian would have any chanse even if somehow he would be into me too#i'd never feel good enough for him. so i may just have gone into the whole thought of#its never going to happen so you obviously just like him in a friendly way. the end. idk#as usual romantic feelings for me is a mess. i dont divide love in that way naturally. for me love is love. if i love you i love you#i'd do anything for you and anything you'd want with me i'd be down for unless we are very unlike character wise#i just can see myself liking almost#all my friends in a romantic way? i can imagine it from my pov but its theirs i cant#not something i actively think about tho its just.... something i have and i know?#maybe this actually isnt how i think but theres another explanation (like oliver said 'being afraid of others leaving so youre willing to do#anything they want to keep them aorund) but until i learn otherwise this is what i keep thinking. i feel like a freak tho bc i dont think#anyone can really... understand it unless they feel soething similar ? or are super open or such. the friends ive told i think got a bit#scared. makes sense... but i cant make it sound better or more normal like yeah. everyone is safe from me romantically but also#almost everyone is welcome to hmu if they wanna try dating i guess. i speak big but i do have some exceptions#mainly bc of character meshing :'))#miranda talking shit
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just a girl | f1
an: this is me asking for your letterboxd pls i need letterboxd mutuals đ€ my account is deadpunks also made the reader have glasses because we need more glasses representation in fanfics đ (to the girlies that wear glasses, this is for you!!!)
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Las Vegas Grand Prix Weekend
âWhat movie did I watch?â Y/n read the comment that a fan left on her instagram live. She adjusted her glasses and smiled. âI just finished âDrop Dead Gorgeousâ itâs so underrated. The cast is so iconic like you have Kirsten Dunst, Brittany Murphy, Denise Richards, Amy Adams and Allison Janney in one movie. Itâs definitely in my top four.â
It was hours after qualifying and Y/n was exhausted, but all she wanted to do was finish watching her movie. Unfortunately for her, the movie she had just named wasnât anywhere on streaming so she brought her portable dvd player and a stack of dvds. When Lando saw her watching a movie and crocheting a scarf for herself in her garage, he laughed at the scene. He actually found it adorable.
âWhatâs my letterboxd? Okay, listen. . . I donât give it out to just anyone so this is between you lovely people and me, okay? My letterboxd is ilovecillianmurphy420 and please follow me, I am desperate,â Y/n laughed. She then took her phone and saw all the new follower notifications from letterboxd. âIâm going to ask the social media admin to ask everyone on the grid for their four favorites. Lando is definitely going to name animated movies. That or heâll forget what a movie is and say nothing.â
Whatâs your four favorites?
âWhoever your asked for my four favorites, Iâm blocking you. How dare you ask me that question . . . Paddington 1 and 2, Saw and Mamma Mia. I know I said drop dead gorgeous was in my top four, but I lie all the time.â
The next day, her letterboxd account had become the second most followed account.
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After The Race / Interviews
Y/n hated being interviewed, it was the absolute worst thing on earth. No wait, forgetting her AirPods was the worst thing, but interviews were right behind that. She was exhausted and now she had to deal with reporters asking her what she thought about the championship battle.
Her fingers brushed the strap of her cap nervously as the interviewerâs voice cut through her anxiety.
âY/n, P7 todayâsolid result. How are you feeling?" The reporter asked.
Y/n blinked, her eyes flicking around as she tried to process the question, and then her gaze landed on her own shoes. She cleared her throat awkwardly, looking up only to meet the camera for a brief, uncomfortable moment.
âUh, yeah. It, uh . . . it was. . . good. I mean . . . yeah, Iâm happy with it, I guess," she mumbled, her voice faltering.
The reporter smiled kindly, already used to the shy responses. âWhat do you think made the difference here in Vegas?" He waited patiently for Y/nâs answer.
Y/nâs lips parted as she prepared an answer, but the words tangled up in her brain. She shifted from foot to foot, adjusting her grip on the cap. Fuck, why canât you think of anything?!, she thought to herself. âUh . . . I donât know . . . itâs just . . . uh, a little . . . weird, with all the lights and, you know, the . . . Strip, and, um . . .â Her voice trailed off.
The interviewer gave her a soft chuckle, understanding that Y/nâs awkwardness wasnât lack of confidence, but rather a product of her introverted nature. Before the interview could go on, two figures appeared behind Y/n.
Oscar had cut in, Y/nâs pair of glasses in his hand. He placed a hand on her shoulder and handed the glasses to her while Lando ruffled her hair. She happily accepted them and placed them on her face.
âAlright, alright,â he said with a grin, his voice gentle but firm. âYouâve tortured her enough, mate.â
Y/n let out a relieved sigh as she turned to Oscar, who gave her a small, reassuring smile. âYouâre doing great, really,â he said quietly, his tone meant to ease her nerves.
Lando then spoke up. âAre we done with the interrogation? She's literally about to disappear into her own head if we keep this up."
The reporter chuckled. âI was just asking Y/n about her performance today.â
Y/n hadnât even noticed that she had completely abandoned the interview. She had started doodling on Oscarâs hand. The Aussie had given her the pen he had used from a fan when he was signing autographs. It was their thing. Whenever she would get nervous and Oscar was around, he would let her draw on his hand. Somehow the hand doodles calmed her.
âRight, Y/n?â
Thatâs when she picked up her head and noticed Lando was staring at her. âSorry, what?â
âThe race,â Lando reminded her. âShe was brilliant out there. Absolutely nailed it.â Y/n didnât have the words to argue. Instead, she ducked her head, feeling both embarrassed and grateful.
The three drivers said their goodbye to the reporter and walked away. Lando threw an arm over Y/nâs shoulder, grinning. âYou know, for someone who hates interviews, youâve got a hell of a lot to say . . . just not when itâs on camera.â
Y/nâs lips twitched into a small smile, and she felt a brief wave of gratitude for her friendsâ protective camaraderie. She glanced at Oscar, who gave her a knowing nod, his usual quiet confidence offering her a sense of calm.
âYou guys are unbelievable.â Y/n laughed lightly.
âYeah well youâre the idiot whoâs going to have to deal with us.â Lando replied.
âUnfortunately.â She teased.
âThe idiot with the crocheting skills and silly little film reviews that are very popular on the box app.â Lando added.
âWhat?â Y/n stopped walking and stared at Lando. She looked over at Oscar for an answer, but the Aussie just shrugged his shoulders.
âI do believe our dear Y/n wants a hot priest?â Lando teased, bringing up Y/nâs lastest letterboxd review about Fleabag. âThatâs a bit scandalous, donât you think?â
âHot priest?â Oscar couldnât believe Lando had just said those two words together.
âYou two donât get it! Come on, weâre watching Fleabag!â
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Lucky King? | L.M.
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summary: Lucifer takes pride in everything he has, especially his wife.
pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x wife!reader
includes: fluff, lucifer being a sweet and attentive husband and father, suggestiveness, possessiveness, thatâs pretty much it (let me know if i missed any!)
a/n: okay but like, i am on serious hazbin brain rot, i have written more for HH than any other fandom so far.
Being the embodiment of pride meant that Lucifer constantly flaunted everything to his fellow sins and his people. And being the King of Hell meant he had a lot to brag about. Especially his family. God, Lucifer loved his family and would do anything to talk about them in every conversation.
An overlord meeting about movie productions on VoxFlix? Add romantic comedies, theyâre his wife and daughterâs favorite. Speaking with Beelzebub about her different alcoholic beverages? Make sure to make mojitos, theyâre his wife and daughterâs favorite.
He took pride in who he married and who his daughter was. After all, they were the royal family of Hell.
âMom, I think itâs as tight as it can goâ MOM!â Charlieâs eyes flashed red as she squealed, grabbing your arm.
âSorry!â You tilt your head back as you let a laugh fall from your lips. âI thought you saidââ
âNo no no no noooo!â She turned around, eyes wide. âI think Iâm good.â
âIâm sorry, baby.â You kiss her cheek and adjust her crown.
Charlie beamed at you and traded places with you. âMy turn!â
You hum as she tightens the corset around you, eyes flickering up toward the mirror when you hear the door creak open. âHey, handsome.â
âHi, my love.â He pressed a kiss to your hand and then one to Charlieâs forehead. âHi, apple pie.â He watched his daughter tug on the strings attached to the corset, moving forward when it seemed like you were going to fall from the platform. âCharlie, what are you doing to your mother?â
âPulling her corset tightââ She grunted as she held the string in place, tying the back. âThere.â You gave her a thumbs up as she finished, watching her glow at your silent praise.
âGorgeous as always.â Lucifer stole you from your platform, the devilâs tail wrapping around your waist.
âYou know? Vaggie is probably looking for me! I should leaveâŠâ Charlie let out an awkward laugh and fled for the door. âText me when you need me for the entrance!â
Lucifer dipped you down, chuckling when you let out a noise of surprise. âYou look breathtaking, my love. Maybe we should just skip the gala and do better activities right hereââ
âLucifer!â You lightly smack his chest, face flushed from his words. âYou horny devil!â
âSays the queen of Hell.â He captured you in a quick kiss, red lipstick staining his lips. âCome on, Charlie can handle it on her own.â He squeezed your hips as you walked over to the vanity with his head resting on your bare shoulder.
You glance at your beloved with a soft look, âLuce, we didnât coordinate a whole gala just to have our daughter host it herself.â You clip on a pair of earrings, the golden snake and apple shining through the light. âWe also didnât have these outfits made for us just for them to be wasted away on our bedroom floor.â
âI meanâŠâ He nipped on your exposed shoulder, earning a gasp and glare. âThey made you a maroon dress with a slit exposing your legs, my love.â
âBecause it matches your maroon and black suit.â You turn in his arms and tug at his lapels. âWhich I have to admit, kinda does it for me.â
He smirked as he slowly pushed you up against the vanity, âYeah? Maybe we should ditch.â
âNope.â Your hands clasped behind his neck, eyes widening when you feel one of his hands trail down to your exposed leg. âLuceâŠâ
âYou started this.â He slotted himself between your legs and continuously peppered kisses to your collarbone and neck, softly sucking. âYouâre a tease.â
âLuciferââ Your protests were cut off with a quiet moan, but you quickly covered your mouth when hearing him chuckle. âNope, weâre leaving now.â
Lucifer separated from you, a wide grin adorning his face as he scanned you. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, âLetâs go then, my love.â
You raised a brow but didnât protest, letting him wrap his arm around your waist to guide you toward the ballroom. You both were quickly accompanied by your daughter as you made your way to the landing of the grand stairway.
The lights flashed off and the spotlight projected on the Morningstar family, the crowdâs voice hushed when spotting the monarchy. Lucifer gave a welcoming speech to the sinners, overlords, and sins who attended, making sure to mention his family and how they helped make the gala entirely possible. Final rounds of applause echoed through the ballroom as Lucifer finished off, letting everyone go back to their socialization and dancing.
âMom,â Charlie caught you before you could follow Lucifer to greet his fellow sins. âDid you⊠Do you know why⊠You have bruises on your neck.â She finally mumbled out, eyes not meeting yours.
You felt yourself warm from embarrassment. Not only did your daughter tell you that you have hickeys on your neck, but you stood in the blinding lights with an audience staring at the three of you. No doubt photographers caught this and snapped photos for the internet. âThank you for telling me, baby. Now if youâll excuse me, Iâm going to murder your father.â
âMomââ
You scanned the room before your gaze zeroed on Lucifer. He was laughing with Asmodeus before meeting your gaze and gave you a wink. Oh, he was going to pay.
âLucifer.â You appear by his side. You give his fellow sin a quick smile but turn back to the little devil with a scowl. âCan I talk to you?â
âOf course.â He wrapped an arm around your waist. âIt was nice catching up with you, Oz.â
You guided Lucifer back to a secluded hallway, eyes flashing bright red when you were alone. Within a blink of an eye, you had Lucifer pinned against the wall with your forearm.
âDo you know how embarrassing it is to know that I went out there with bruises all over my neck? Or, better yet, that our daughter was the one who told me what was on my neck?â You seethed. You were beyond embarrassed and pissed, youâre surprised you havenât become a full demon yet.
âTo be fair, it was more than just your neckââ
âLUCIFER!â You use your free hand to reach up your collarbone. The room felt ten times warmer, and it didnât help that you felt Luciferâs devil tail decided to wrap around your calf.
He remained pinned on the wall, giving you a cheeky grin. âThis is really hot.â
âOh, my god!â You release him with a glare. âThereâs going to be photos everywhere! What will the public think aboutââ
âLucky king?â He shrugged as he let his fingers trail up your waist, pulling you flush against him. âListen, weâll get rid of the photos. But is it really a crime to show off whatâs mine?â
You grumble a small response, propping your head on his shoulder. âYouâre crazy, Luce.â
âI love you too, beautiful.â He chuckled.
The photos never made it outside of Pride Manor, but the teasing you received from the other sins made you flush every time. Lucifer listened to each jeer, a smirk present on his face from the constant reminder that you were in fact his.
Especially when the bruises scattered around you spelled out his initials.
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converse high... bttm male reader
!!.. this has to be my worst work yet,, uhh rough sex, creampie, kinda vanilla ngl, not proofread idfk also bts ref borahae đ
you jumped around in excitement to see one of your favorite group is finally going on tour! and they're coming to your city!
you immediately rushed to check the tickets, choosing the vip standing seat. " wait, how much money do I have left? " you stopped yourself before making a bad decision.
you looked at your bank account and almost passed out. you're broke as hell.
" why the hell am I so broke? " you questioned yourself, trying to find a genuine reason.
you scanned throughout your room till your eyes landed on your closet. " ah. that's why. "
multiple articles of clothing brimmed your closet causing it to overfill, making you slightly grimace at how your clothing rail was holding on for its dear life.
you recently went on another shopping haul after seeing your favorite idol adorning a new collection that was released by your favorite fashion brand.
you just had to get it.
yeah, maybe you had a bit of a spending problem..
your parents have spoiled you since birth because you're their one and only child. no, you weren't wealthy. you had to take on jobs multiple times, but hey hard work pays off!
you were currently on your break, and you intended to spend it going shopping till you went broke but unfortunately, due to you blowing your money to buy another vip standing ticket, that money mysteriously vanished.
" hmm.. is there any job I can do right now? " you rolled around in bed while scrolling through your phone, trying to find any quick gag you could do to earn some cash.
you ended up throwing your phone to the wall, groaning aloud when you could find none.
" i'm so lazy! not to mention my piles of assignments... " you sighed to yourself, opting to go downstairs instead to eat your sorrows away.
you were greeted by both of your parents downstairs, your mom already getting started on making lunch. " oh dear, what's wrong? you look stressed. "
you go to stand beside her, washing your hands in the process to help her cook. " I'm looking for a job to buy a ticket for a concert. my fav group is coming here you know! " you complained to your mom.
you grab the onion and began slicing it, shedding a few tears meanwhile. your mom thinks to herself, turning to you with an idea.
" you know our neighbor is actually looking for someone to babysit her kid. the pay is quite good since her kid is quite.. naughty. " you stared at the soup you were stirring and hummed.
" i can send you the details if you're interested, dear. " you nodded and decided to see how much would the pay be, who knows it might be enough.
a bonus is the kid has a total hottie as her brother!
you took one look at the pay and were sold immediately. you did the math and doing this for the amount of time needed will be more than enough.
i mean, babysitting can't be that hard, right?
âčââ
you sighed nervously as you finally approached the front door, your tote bag on your shoulder with everything you needed inside. you knocked on the door, anxiously waiting for the mom to greet you.
instead, you were greeted by someone else. " you the new babysitter? "
you stuttered, brain short-circuiting. instead of answering, you stared at the man in front of you.
the red-haired cocked his head to the side, waiting for you to answer with a raised brow. " hello? you there? " he asked in an annoyed tone.
" oh, oh yeah sorry. y-yeah, i'm the new babysitter. " you gripped the strap of your tote bag, trying your best to maintain eye contact with the man in front of you.
he hummed and opened the door wider for you to come in. you excused yourself and stepped into the house.
you walked up to ms. moore to greet her but before you could say anything she rushed towards you, her bag already in her hand.
" oh yn dear! i was just about to leave! thank god you're here. so there's money on the counter in case maya wants anything to eat. you can ask my son for any help. i'll be back before one so i hope you can withstand.. "
before you could ask any questions, she already rushed her way out towards the door. " jason, you better help the babysitter this time! thank you again and i'll see you when i get back, dear! "
with a slam of the door, she was gone.
you stood there, trying to process the information she just dumped on you. in your shocked state, jason gave you a pat on the shoulder. " she always does that. good luck dealing with that devil. ", was all he said before leaving you alone.
" maya, go easy on him! " he shouted upstairs.
you turned to the kid staring at you from the couch, a little concerned about what he just said. you've dealt with kids before, this will be easy.
âčââ
god, you regretted even thinking that.
there was a reason why babysitters kept dropping out like flies. this kid might as well come straight from hell!
you let out a long sigh as you crashed onto the sofa. you finally managed to put maya to sleep. though you couldn't really relax, still scared she might pull something with you thinking she was asleep.
" don't worry she's asleep. " you looked to the side to see jason slipping next to you on the couch, remote in his hand as he scrolled through various movies.
you let out another sigh, leaning your head back against the headrest and closing your eyes. you crossed your legs over one another, inspecting your slightly dirty converse high.
you peered over next to you, silently admiring jason.
you observed how his grown-out wolf cut, his red-haired that was now washed out is slightly messy, making it look like he just rolled out of bed.
your eyes were especially glued to his piercings. from his industrial to his snake bite, god he has so much.
you were more so drawn to his lips, that you could see his tongue-piercing. he purposely toyed with it, flicking his tongue out to tease you.
he licked his lips ever so slowly, his pink tongue grazing over his lower lip, not forgetting to graze over his snake bite. you gulped and looked away to try to get your mind on something else.
you didn't want to pop a boner in someone else's house!
" had enough already? " his sultry voice suddenly asked. you whipped your neck to look at him, eyes wide like a deer caught in a headlight, did he catch me staring..?
you cleared your throat and grabbed a nearby pillow to try to cover your growing hard-on.
" w-what're you talking about? " you glued your eyes towards the tv, trying to seem as unbothered as you can, thou the stuttering clearly gave it away..
jason rolled his eyes and discarded the pillow you were clinging onto, " oh come on, don't play dumb now. "
he pinned you down on the couch, caging you in leaving you no choice but to look at him.
" don't tell me you didn't notice at all.. "
you tried your best to look at him in the eyes, trying to figure out what he was talking about. well, he was really touchy.. his hands always found their way to touch you no matter.
he always knows just where and when to linger his touches to make you slightly flustered, the way he held your waist earlier still not leaving your eyes.
he also never took his eyes off of you ever since you stepped into his house. his eyes always trailing over to wherever you are, observing whatever the hell you are doing.
your cheeks got redder as you turned your head to the side, trying to hide from his gaze. " see i know you were a smart boy, now how far are you willing to go, bunny? "
you clasped your hand over your mouth, eyes rolling back to the back of your head. this is all too lewd!
you peeked down to look at him and the view below you was breathtaking.
jason's messy hair was now slicked back with his sweat, his big hands holding your legs open as his tongue worked its way on your dick. you could feel his tongue piercing along it, the added sensation making your thigh quiver.
you slowly released your hold on your own mouth, breath shaky. " jason, i-i'm close.. " your meal voice was shaky from the amount of pleasure you were experiencing.
he hummed and just continued to suck you, his hand now fondling your balls, massaging them as if to coax you to release.
you gripped the bedsheet below you, the warmth of his mouth mixed with the occasional cold feeling of his piercing was driving you over the edge. with a loud moan, you finally released in his mouth, eyes closing in bliss.
jason swallowed it all, making sure not to leave any drop behind. you didn't know whether to feel grossed out by it or not.
" ready to move on now bunny? " jason asked you while grabbing a bottle of lube, squirting a glob of it on his fingers. you silently nodded and watched as he squirted another glob on your hole.
" cold.. " you whined at him, feeling the chilliness of the lube. " don't worry, i'll warm you right up bunny. " he smiled.
he first inserted one finger into you slowly, letting you get used to the feeling. he began slowly moving it, occasionally grazing over that spot that made you see stars.
he then inserted another and another, steadily picking up his pace and getting more rougher as time went on. your eyes shoot back open as you kept your lips as tight as you could.
you were close and jason seemed to know this too.
before you could reach your climax, he swiftly pulled his fingers out. you looked up at him in confusion, dumbfounded as to why he stopped. " w-why'd you stopped? "
he took off his boxer, tossing it somewhere else. " don't tell me you were gonna cum just from that. the real fun begins now, bunny "
you watched as jason stroked his own dick, pouring lube on it. he was big. maybe too big for you. " are you sure it'll fit.. " you asked him while your eyes still trained on it.
" don't worry.. " he aligned himself with your hole, " i'll make it fit. "
with that, he shoved himself into you, the student action made you let out a loud moan. your eyes instantly teared up from the sudden stretch. you bit your lips to make sure no other noise escaped from you.
he was so big and you felt so.. full. his tip perfectly kissed your prostate, almost as if you were molded just for him.
" look at you taking it so well.. i knew i should've stuffed you full the moment i saw you. "
you stifled another incoming moan. your hands both covered your face, trying to hide your flushed face. two hands suddenly held onto your wrist, effectively prying your hands off of your face.
" don't hide this gorgeous face from me now. "
his own fingers intertwined with your own as he pounded into you roughly, going fast and aggressive from the start. a string of moans left your lips, your voice shaky due to how fast he was.
soon, one of his hands sneaked its way onto your thigh, hoisting it up. you almost screamed from how much deeper he was inside you. you didn't think it was even possible.
" jasonn, i'm near.. " you whined. your own dick bounced and twitched begging for release. " i'm close too, bunny.. cum with me, yeah? "
you nodded while jason held onto your ankles, his fingers digging into the fabric of your converse high. he somehow began speeding up, chasing his own climax.
you closed your mouth with your own hand, knowing damn well your moans were echoing throughout the house already.
with no warning whatsoever, you felt the warm liquid soon filling your inside, dropplings of it escaping from your hole. the feeling of being filled with jason's thick cock mixed with his own cum running down your ass caused you to also release.
you shut your eyes as your release painted your stomach white, some of it landing on jason's.
after a few moments of silence, he then let go of your ankles, slowly pulling out. you winced at the feeling of emptiness. you rolled to the side, jason also crawling next to you.
you soon almost lull yourself to sleep before remembering that tomorrow you have to babysit maya. oh god maya. you prayed she was sleeping like a baby and didn't hear anything.
" shit.. i honestly can't feel my legs and i still have to babysit maya tomorrow... " you groaned out loud next to him, trying to brainstorm an idea on how to babysit that devil in your current state.
jason only laughed next to you. talking about how he'll figure out a way to deal with her tomorrow. you hope he will since you can't miss the pay...
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cockwarming w/ san
words - wordcount? not round here, partner đ€
genre - fluff, nsfw
warnings - stressed!reader, dom!san, sub!reader, subspace, guidance, soft!san (both him and his penis), cockwarming, clothed, san manspreadingâŠ
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thinking about cockwarming sannie⊠am i absolutely feral? definitely! ANYWAYS!!!!
youâre sitting on the floor, glasses slipping down your nose as you stare at the documents in front of you
not many of then make sense, but that could just be the tediousness of reading them setting in and slowing down your weary brain
all the words are moulding into one and entire paragraphs are jumbling together as you desperately try and focus
you so desperately want to reach for your phone and give yourself a break
but you remind yourself that youâre just looking for distractions which is really not what you need when youâre struggling to focus anyway
so you start from the top, attempting to read the paper from the beginning
and you donât get very far when you hear the front door open and your attention once again slips away from the paper
you turn slightly, just enough to see san step into the apartment and take his shoes and coat off
the way his shoulders sink in relaxation is visible and he lets out a long, deep sigh of relief at finally being home
your papers are almost forgotten as you watch him make his way towards the armchair in the corner of the room and take a seat
in fact, as he relaxes, spreading his thighs out until thereâs a perfect you-sized gap between them, the papers are the last thing on your mind
âhi, pretty,â he croons as he shuffles to get himself comfy, âgood day?â
you nod, mouth going dry at the way his hand naturally falls to rest just inches from his crotch, his pretty fingers flexing a few times before settling against his thigh
his beautiful, thick thigh that is almost fully exposed by those little gym shorts he insists on wearing
you stare at it for a moment or two, noticing the way it flexes slightly against the hem
his honey skin is still slightly shiny from the residual sweat of his evening workout
just the thought of him using his pretty thigh muscles to lift himself up from a squat is enough to send your brain into a dizzy haze
âlooks like youâve been working hard,â he smiles, head dipping to gesture to the pile of forgotten papers on the table, âis that research for your thesis?â
it is, you think to yourself, not that youâd actually learned anything from reading, sorry, trying to read any of it
âyeah,â you answer him, âbut itâs all so boring than i can barely even look at it without wanting to die. iâve been at it for hours and i canât tell you a single thing iâve read.â
thereâs a pout on your face as you mumble out your complaints; youâre adorable when youâre all moody like this
âlearning isnât linear, baby,â he chuckles, âthe fact that nothingâs sticking in that little brain of yours probably my just means you need a break.â
âiâd love a break,â you admit, âbut iâd also love to get through this pile of research by the time we go to bed, soâŠâ
âso⊠take a break and go back to it later,â san shrugs, ânot like all that paper is suddenly going to grow legs and run away, right?â
you scoff at his sarcasm and the smug look on his face, but you know heâs right; you probably should take a breakâŠ
âbut i know if i take a break i wonât want to do it anymore,â you say, although the excuse sounds weak even to you
âthen do it tomorrow; itâs not like it needs to be done tonight, honey,â and heâs right, so you nod, and he smiles
but the feeling of stress doesnât go away as you pile up the sheets of paper in the centre of the coffee table
and it doesnât go away as you save your thesis draft and close the lid to your laptop
your shoulders are still very stiff, and your head is still feeling weary from just how hard youâd been trying to focus
even when you slip your glasses off, a physical weight lifting from your face, your brain doesnât slow down
it just doesnât let you settle like you and san so badly want you to
he watches you fidget with your surroundings, eyes flicking to the pile of papers every so often whilst your fingers drum against the table restlessly
he sighs; clearly youâre going to need some help with this
âbaby,â he says softly; you look at him and all he can see is stress written across your features, âdo you want me to help you relax?â
your eyes flick over to him, still manspreading in the chair and looking the the picture of masculinity itself
you know it wouldnât take long for him to silence your brain; not when he already has your brain feeling a little on the foggy side
you nod, mumbling out a small âpleaseâ that he can barely hear
âcome here then, baby,â he pats the inside of his thigh with his palm, the sound ringing around the room, âcome sit with me, yeah?â
it takes a second for you to register what heâs asking you to do, but when it finally does, you feel your breath hitch in your throat
he hasnât closed his legs for you to sit on, and the hand that rests on his thigh doesnât shift to make space for you
why would it when thereâs already a you-shaped space between his thighs?
you watch as he reaches behind him to grab the cushion from the chair, pulling it out and placing it on the floor between his feet
you cant stop the soft whimper that leaves your throat
âcome on, pretty thing,â he coos, âyou know itâll help you.â
and you do know that, you really do
itâs exactly the push you know you need to take your mind off of everything, and holy fuck do you want it
so you shuffle towards him on your knees, inching closer and closer to that spot that seemed to be just made for you
he smiles at you as he watches you settle in on the cushion, the plush material taking the pressure of the cold, hard floorboards off of your delicate knees
you shuffle around a little, trying to get comfy before looking up at him, wide eyes looking into his own
and he canât help but brush a hand across your cheek, chucking as you lean into his gentle touch
âmy precious girl, arenât you?â he whispers, running a thumb over you cheekbone, âworking so hard; youâre so good, arenât you?â
he shifts his hand until two of his fingers press against your lips
you separate them to allow his digits inside of the warm, wet cavern; he canât help but fill with pride when he sees just how good youâre being
the tips of his fingers slide to the back of your tongue, caressing it slightly until he feels your throat constrict around them
he pulls them back slightly, instead pushing them down on the centre of your tongue to make your drool puddle up around them
âjust let yourself stop thinking, okay?â he says as he plays with your tongue, âyouâre too stressed, baby, and itâs not good for you.â
he caresses your wet muscle with his fingertips; you let your eyes flutter closed at the sensation
âturn your brain off for me,â his voice is soft as he talks you down into an all-too-familiar headspace, âbe good for your big boy, hm? let me take care of you.â
and with the combination of your position between his legs, the fingers in your mouth, and his pretty words, you find it so incredibly easy to just⊠slip away
any thought of your thesis is gone and replaced with san
the worries about finishing on time, and the concerns about the reading you donât quite understand; san
everything is just⊠san
you let out a small sound as you push your head down onto his hand, taking more of his fingers into your mouth
the weight of them on your tongue was nice, you decide, but not quite enough
they donât quite hold the warmth and heaviness that your tongue is craving
itâs not quite enough to completely ground you like you know you need
âyou want more?â he always has been so good at reading you; you nod around his fingers, âwant your big boyâs cock in your mouth?â
you moan at the thought, desperately moving your head up and down to tell him yes
âdoes my precious girl want to warm her big boy up? is that it?â yes, yes, a million times yes, âwant to wrap your pretty lips around me while you relax, hm?â
he chuckles when you pull off of his fingers and sit there looking at him through your lashes with a slack jaw
so pretty, he thinks when you stick your tongue out and blink up at him through those fluttery lashes of yours
pretty enough that you have him wrapped around your pinky finger
he really would do anything to make you happy, and it seems that what would make you happy right now is him in your mouth
so he wastes no time in reaching for his waistband and pushing it down his thighs to reveal his soft cock
he takes it in hand and holds it out for you, waiting patiently as you lean forwards to press a kiss to his pretty pink tip
âno teasing, baby,â he taps the blunt head against your lips, âopen for me. warm me up like a good girl.â
his voice is smooth and buttery, and it makes you want to listen
you open you maw, rolling your tongue over your bottom lip and waiting for him to feed himself into your mouth
thereâs a hand at the back of your head as his tip makes contact with the pink muscle
the hand pets your hair softly as it guides you onto the cock, pushing you further and further down until your mouth is stuffed almost completely full
âbreathe through your nose, baby,â san instructs you as he pushes the tip of his cock to the back of your tongue, âcome on, pretty girl; i know you know how.â
you donât need the reminder, having done this plenty of times before, but you still like the guidance he gives you in that low cadence
you like his voice, and the way he tells you what to do because he knows just how much you donât want to think right now
you close your eyes as you feel your nose brush against the smooth, sticky skin of his lower stomach
his freshly shaved pubes prickle you, but thatâs the least of your concerns when your senses are just overloaded by the comfort of your boyfriend
the smell of his cologne mixed with his natural musk settles in your nostrils filling you to the brim with the familiar scent of home
and the way he sits in your mouth, hot and heavy and full makes you melt against his muscular thigh like itâs your own personal pillow
his hand on your head threads its fingers through your roots, fingernails scraping against your scalp in the most comforting way imaginable
a deep sigh leaves your mouth; one of relaxation and contentment
san hears it and feels his body ease into the chair
âgood girl,â he hums, âso good for me.â
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A Perfect Storm
pairing: oscar piastri x reader
summary: meet dr. alice âbarbieâ sargaent, professional storm chaser
a/n: so twisters 2024 changed my life (glen powell in wet white T-shirt changed my life) soâŠhereâs this. Also I got conflicting info about instagram so for here - no one but those that follow you can see a private accounts comments (even on a public post). Also plz suspend your disbelief - idk anything about storm chasing or tornadoes
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drbarbie: tbt to the very first storm I âchasedâ and the lifelong obsession that it sparked within me!
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user1: you were so young!
teammember1: nice to know youâve been crazy for years! đâ€ïž
drbarbie: Passionate! The term is passionate đ©”
teammember2: no I think crazy is better
user2: ok but what are Logan Sargeant and Oscar Piastri doing in the likesâŠ
user3: right?
user4: maybe they watch the Storm Wrangler YouTube channel?
user3: that would be the crossover of the century!
teammate3: awwww baby Dr. BarbieâŠ
drbarbie: I think I made my dad drive around for hours trying to find where the rain was actually coming down
user4: ok thatâs adorable
user5: newbie here đđ» why the nickname Barbie?
drbarbie: Iâm a 5â11â blonde woman with blue eyes who was in like every conceivable sport and after school program. Some butt starting calling me Barbie as a joke and now people forget my real name đ
user6: wait your name isnât actually Barbie? Whatâs real? Whatâs fake? Who knows? đ€Ł
drbarbie: yeah you can blame my twin for thatâŠ
loganpriv: you begged for weeks to get a cool nickname and were delighted! To tell people to call you Barbie.
alicepriv: shush đ€
oscarpriv: oh really?
alicepriv: I said shut up?
user7: you have a twin?!
drbarbie: yup! Iâm older then him by about 5 minutes - and Iâve never let him forget it đ
loganpriv: and another lie! Whatâs up with that?
alicepriv: Iâm gonna tell mom youâre bullying me!
loganpriv: do it! And Iâll tell her youâre lying to the internet
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logansargeant: traveling means time to catch up with TheStormWranglers
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user8: youâre a buckaroo too?! Love this!
oscarpiastri: watching the back episodes or the live stream?
logansargeant: back episodes first of course!
user9: ok but theyâre both buckaroos too
user10: am i dumb? Buckaroos?
user11: kinda a you had to be there moment - during one of their first live streams teammate2 called everyone on the team buckaroos to get them moving and the fans just? kinda adopted the term for ourselves
user10: ohhhh ok. That makes sense and itâs so cute! Proud to be a buckaroo!
user12: this is gonna be your week Logan!
user13: yeah! Austin has always been really good to you! đ©”
alicepriv: so Iâm gonna hold your hand when I say thisâŠ
loganpriv: what does that mean?
oscarpriv: AliceâŠ
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drbarbie: isnât she a beaut! One of the biggest this year and Iâm very happy to say Dolly (and us!) survived it!!! The opportunity to quite literally drive into the storm started as a fever dream from a few of the team members but we proved that it could be done. And this now allows us to gather even more important data â and as we always say, you can never have too much data!
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user14: Watching that almost gave me a heart attack oh my god
user15: i know! And they didnât even give us any warning that it was something they could do!!!đĄđą
drbarbie: We apologize! The team had been so excited and focused on getting Dolly ready for this that we forgot other people donât live in our brains
user14: what even prompted this?
drbarbie: we were hitting bumps in the research process and as we were brainstorming ideas on how to fix it someone said that the easiest way was toâŠjust go into the tornado. We said âbetâ then figured out a way to allow us to do that safely!
teammember1: so Iâm switching vehicles. Iâm staying with the weather van from now on
drbarbie: oh it wasnât that bad!
teammember1: I have about 200 new strands of grey hairs and a sore throat from all the screaming
drbarbie: like I said! Not that bad
user16: oh so youâre crazy crazy
drbarbie: weâre doing important research!
user17: what even was the point of all this?
drbarbie: my team and I are researching for a way that would allow us to stop a tornado in its tracks. Weâre at the point where we can almost completely accurately predict when and where a tornado will hit â which is hugely important! Cause that allows us to save lives. But my team wants to take it a step further â to stop the storms when they do hit! To help protect peopleâs livelihoods
user17: holy shit! Thatâs huge!
user18: I didnât even realize that is something that could be possible!
drbarbie: we believe strongly that itâs something that can be done. And weâre trying everything that we can to make it happen!
loganpriv: what the hell is this?!?
alicepriv: i told you you wouldnât like it
oscarpriv: yes but thereâs a huge difference between not liking it and it being completely INSANE
alicepriv: the theory was sound
loganpriv: this time - thatâs not good enough
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What the hell Alice? Driving into a tornado?
Oh donât even Logan! Not when the two of you drive those super speed death traps!
Thatâs not even remotely the same and you know it!
âŠI know. Ok I knowâŠ
AliceâŠ
Donât. I know I should have told you before butâŠ
Barbs?
I know you donât like this answer but the theory was sound. We reached out and talked to like 10 different universities on the best way to modify the car and took all the extra precautions we could. The science-
doesnât lieâŠ
Haha
âŠyouâre ok?
I think my heart is still racing but yes. And itâs almost done!
What is?
Project Aeolus!
Really?
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logansargeant: ahhhh Austin, my home away from home. Itâs always good to come back to you â and the people that live there đ©”
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user19: IS THAT A GIRL LOGAN HUNTER SARGEANT?
user20: are we soft launching now?
alexalbon: Did you get a puppy?
logansargeant: no đ€Ł just pet sitting for the day! This is rascal!
alexalbon: i think it might be criminal if you donât let me meet rascal!
logansargeant: Iâll ask! But it will probably have to be after COTA!
alexalbon: worth the wait!
user21: rascal? Like drbarbieâs newest puppy?
user22: no but that dog looks just like her new dog and we know that Logan is a buckaroo!
user21: I've connected the two dots
user23: You didn't connect shit
user22: I've connected them
user24: are my 2 fandoms colliding?
alicepriv: rascal!
loganpriv: i see how it is. I come back home and you just want me to watch the little nightmare
alicepriv: rascal is perfectly well behaved! Youâre just a bad example
oscarpriv: Iâm agreeing with her. Weâve had no problems with him until you came alongâŠ
loganpriv: lies and slander. Objection
alicepriv: law and order again logie?
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williamsracing: all smiles here at COTA as we welcome a special guest! Spending the weekend with us is Dr. Barbie, a meteorologist who specializes in tornadoes with a popular YouTube channel The Storm Wranglers!
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user25: DR BARBIE IN THE HOUSE!
user26: this is everything I didnât know I needed holy crap
drbarbie: itâs always a pleasure to visit COTA! And itâs even better to visit one of my favorite teams!
williamsracing: so glad to have you here!
user27: ok but do you see the look on Loganâs face?
user28: yeah mans in love
user29: orâŠand hear me outâŠhe could just be happy to meet her? We know heâs a fan of her channel
user28: no one is ever THAT happy to just âmeetâ a YouTuber, no matter how famous
logansargeant: Glad you could make time in your schedule to visit!
drbarbie: âBut it's the Grand Prix!â
logansargeant: âIs it? Who's playing?â
drbarbie: âNo one's playing. It's the Grand Prix. I never miss the Grand Prix.â
user28:âŠok maybe you guys connected the dots
alexalbon: it was nice to meet you! Didnât think Iâd ever meet someone who had a more dangerous job then race driving though
drbarbie: same! It was such a pleasure â and donât even. Iâll take my job over yours any day
alexalbon: really? Youâd rather drive after and into tornados then drive in circles?
drbarbie: stupid circles! And yes. Yes I would
alexalbon: theyâre not stupid!
user29: ok but theyâre funny af
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yourusername: trading in Dolly this weekend for some faster cars! Zoom zoom đïžđš
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user30: COTA! Iâm at COTA! đ€đ€ I might get to meet her and get her signature!
user31: oh my god! That would be the coolest thing ever
user32: youâre at a Grand Prix and meeting some stupid blonde is better?
user31: watch yourself! Dr Barbie is about 1000x better then you are you damn mouth breather
user30: mouth breather? đđ
user33: cool youâre at COTA but sargeant? You couldnât pick literally any other driver to support?
drbarbie: and thatâs you blocked. I donât support hate on my page and I definitely donât support hate against Logan
user31: you said it so well! Supportive queen!
loganpriv: cool your jets Alice. Itâs fine
alicepriv: I donât support hate but I do support bullying your unsupportive twin. Take that attitude and shove it
oscarpriv: sometimes I forget youâre twins and then I see you interactâŠ
alicepriv: you watch yourself too. Iâm soon to be in head smacking rangeâŠand Iâm tall enough to get you
oscarpriv: yes ma'am
loganpriv: whipped
alicepriv: đ€š
loganpriv: đ€·đŒââïž
alicepriv: đđ»
user34: ok but why Dolly?
drbarbie: why after the fabulous Dolly Parton of course
user35: you named your truck after Dolly Parton?
drbarbie: sheâs had a lot of work done but sheâs still the best
user35: đđ icon behavior
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logansargeant: THANK YOU AUSTIN!! P3 baby! AND SPECIEAL THANKS TO MY YOUNGER TWIN SISTER ALICE drbarbie!!!
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user36: SISTER?
drbarbie: yes! Heâs my YOUNGER twin brother!
logansargeant: the hell I am!
drbarbie: I HAVE PICTURE OF THE BIRTH CERTIFICATES YOU WET NOODLE
logansargeant: fake!
user36: ok thatâs definitely a sibling relationship đ
drbarbie: HE DID IT! P3!! CONGRATS LOGIE!
teammate1: woohoo! Go baby sargeant!
teammate2: congrats baby sargeant!
teammate3: could you feel us cheering for you baby sargeant?
teammate4: couldnât be prouder baby sargeant!
logansargeant: not you guys tooâŠ
oscarpiastri: congrats man! A well deserved podium!
logansargeant: thanks brother!
user37: brother?!? dots are connecting again!
user38: oh give it up
alexalbon: great race today dude! Congrats!
logansargeant: thank you! Youâll be next!
williamsracing: Congrats Logan!
user39: he saw us shipping him with his sister and said hell no đđ
user40: right? Most definitely had to set the record straight!
danielricciardo: good job man!
charles_leclerc: great to share the podium with you!
maxverstappen1: good race!
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oscarpiastri: not the race we wanted today but weâll come back stronger next week. Congrats on p4 landonorris and congrats to logansargeant on your first podium!
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user41: donât worry about it Oscar! Youâll get it next week!
landonorris: thanks man! next week will be our week for sure!! papaya rules!
oscarpiastri: for sure! Papaya rules!
user42: it might not have been your week but that overtake lap 12 was INSANE
user43: right? Pretty sure I woke my dog up screaming
alicepriv: it was a good race babe. Glad to have been there to see it đ§Ąđ§Ą
oscarpriv: you know I always love it when you can come to a race
alicepriv: and you know I always love watching you working for your dream
oscarpriv: đ§Ą
loganpriv: cheesy
alicepriv: đđ»
alicepriv: anywayâŠ
alicepriv: maybe I can get you to come to my job next? đđ
oscarpriv: your job at the universities? Yes. Your job in the field? No way in hell
logansargeant: great race brother! Taking notes on that overtake man
oscarpiastri: thanks Logan!
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oscarpiastri: you are the best thing thatâs ever been mine
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hai here is a sketch dump with too many fandoms :) sorry about the ungodly amount of men here i have been going through it and by it i mean gay
ok wait i ran out of tags??? it wont let me tag them allđđđ im gonna have to be sparing with them uhh i guess i will have to ramble under the cut then cus i like rambling in my tags but i cant with this one đ
(ok im back from the ramble: it is way too long.... proceed forward if you want to see some guy just absolutely talk nonsense for entirely too long)
no cus i swear i have tried tagging more stuff than this before and never hit the limit but whatever
hello i really use this like a fkn blog huh
i just wanted to provide some thoughts on the harper and rosĂ© one first bc its important to me đ cus i was thinking abt harper and how in my head and heart of hearts she would be the kid who thought you get pregnant from kissing and i dont think she ever really grew out of that belief. <- this ended up spawning the idea of harper being a sex-repulsed ace and i will die on this hill actually. fight me or die, you die either way actually nvm
this is just a buncha blorbos i dont know what to tell you really. sketch pages like these always end up so weird for me bc for some reason my brain always wants the characters in them to interact in some way. whether that be talking or just reacting to what the other is doing... its something i cant stop with, its so stupid and silly and i hate it and i love it. where else would i see kabru slowly losing his mind with how loud phoenix wright is in court????
I THOUGHT I HAD GOTTEN OFF THE RAILS WITH THAT BUT THEN THE NEXT PAGE HAPPENED. and all i could do was laugh and ask "what the fuck am i drawing??? HOW DID WE GET HERE? WHY IS THISTLE HERE WITH LEOPIKA HELP" LIKE that page started with the big leopika and then i was like "man i miss thistle lemme draw him real quick" but the curse struck and now hes being homophobic so </3
i rlly like how the nic(k) page turned out ... i just have a lot of nicks i like drawing idk.. the lil guy is an oc,,, one day his ref sheet will be finished and itll be awesome but not for now, sorry baby, no can do. im weirdly happy with how the hands turned out for all of them tho?? so thats a W
yotasuke, murai, nick (youll never know which one im referring to. .. jkjk its hoult i love the pose there ehehhe), nic and the entire last page r my favs. i like em all but those rlly get me yknow- the olly too ofc but ive already posted him, dont mind him being here, hes part of the set. AND OVER ALL IVE BEEN HAVING SO FUN WITH SHADING BLACK AND JUST LEAVING SPOTS BLANK ITS SO ?`????
WHY IS THIS SO LONG PLS DONT READ ALL THIS THIS IS STRAIGHT UP EMBARRASSING AGHSDFGSDHJSGD im all like "yeah i dont like talking about myself or whatever" but as soon as i get to my process or blorbos or smth the floodgates fucking break open, not even burst man.
also dont mind how i havent even acknowledged pingas twink pokemon counterpart. hes just here for shits and giggles i dont know the guy like at all, i watched a handful of eps of horizons and that was it RIP
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Charles was shocked into silence. How could he not have noticed? He had known you for years and yet, he had never been so turned on in his life, just from hearing you speak.
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Warnings: gn!reader, french!reader, cum play? GRATUITOUS amounts of french! Like half the dialogue is in french (with translation). This is entirely self-indulgent! Charles is really stupid in this Iâm sorry but itâs for the plot, also he started out dominant then I decided halfway through he should be submissive, then switched back again. Barely proofread, it is 4:30am as I am writing this, sue me. There is disgusting stuff involving cum, and Iâm kinda considering this crack because I canât take french seriously.
Bon appétit, this is a wild ride my friends.
You had been working in formula 1 for most of your adult life, going from media teams to personal assistant, to lots of other jobs that finally led you to your dream job: race engineer.
Well, your dream job was really being a team boss, but baby steps, yeah?
Anyway, you had been promoted to race engineer to the one and only Charles Leclerc following the whole Xavi thing. But before that heâd known you as his assistant for a bit when his own assistant was on maternity leave, and before that you had been the media trainer for a few teams, including Sauber when he was there. Heâd literally known you since his debut, and the two of you had grown very close over the years, and saw each other every week. So the fact that he could have missed something like this was embarrassing.
You were at the end of a race, going on about the tyres overheating to Charles over the radio when the car in front of him locked up and slid, forcing him to swerve and hit the wall with a sickening crunch.
You gasped as you saw the car make contact. âOh Putain, ça va Charles ?â (Oh fuck, you ok Charles?) You spoke into your headset but there was no answer, and Charles didnât seem to be moving so you tried again âCharles, tu mâentends? Est-ce que ça va?!â (Charles can you hear me? Are you ok?)
He finally replied in a shaky voice, and you were finally able to breathe and call the staff that would go get Charles and his car off the track.
Unbeknownst to you, Charles was having a mental crisis. You spoke French?
Since fucking when?
His ears were ringing as he tried to think back your years friendship for any signs. He came up empty. He was positive heâd never heard you speak French before. And he was positive he should not be hard, climbing out of his car after a crash.
When he got back to the garage, you were waiting for him, ready to ask him how he was but before you could say anything he grabbed your arm and dragged you into the nearest room slash maintenance cupboard he could find.
âWhat the hell are you doing Charles?â
He locked the door and when he turned back around his eyes were dark and stormy âSince when do you speak french?â he asked.
You just blinked at him.
âWhat?â
He backed you up against the wall, hands either side of your waist.
âSince whenâ he spoke patronizingly slowly âDo. You. Speak. French.â
Your eyebrows furrowed in utter confusion.
âCharles, I am French. I have a French name. I was born and raised in France! What the fuck do you mean âsince when do I speak frenchâ???!â
His eyes widened as he realized how oblivious heâd been.
âMy dad is friends with Pierreâs parents! I started my career at Renault! I brought you wine from my familyâs vineyard! Charles how-Â how could you not have known?â You laughed at him as he just stood there flabbergasted at his own stupidity.
âSĂ©rieusement? Comment?â (seriously, how?)
His brain seemed to reboot and he put his arms around you âJe suis dĂ©solĂ©, je suis vraiment dĂ©bileâ (Iâm sorry, Iâm so stupid) he giggled into your hair.
The proximity was odd but not unwelcome, as you put your arms around him and laughed with him, inhaling his pleasant scent.
âTu as mis du parfum? Tu sens bon. â (Have you got cologne on? You smell good)
He groaned. âKeep talking, pleaseâ and he squeezed you tighter against him.
You laughed. âTu sais bien que je parle toujours en français avec Pierre et Este ?â (You know I always speak french with Pierre and Este, right?)
He whimpered into your neck and thatâs when you felt it.
You froze in his arms âCharles are you getting hard?â
He put his forehead against yours and looked into your eyes, both of you going cross-eyed. âIâm sorry you just sound so sexy in frenchâ he sniffled.
This was definitely something you could get behind.
âOuais? Tu veux que je te parle en français pendant les courses alors? (Yeah, you want me to speak to you in french during the races?)
He chewed on his lip and nodded as your hand made its way to the front of his suit to cup him over the fabric.
âTâes sĂ»r? On voudrait pas que tu salisse la voiture, tu devras expliquer aux ingĂ©nieurs pourquoi le siĂšge est trempĂ©â (you sure ? We wouldnât want you to make a mess, youâd have to explain to the engineers why the seat is wet)
He whined and his knees almost buckled, so you turned him around against the wall and unzipped his suit, dragging it down to pool around his ankles, then making quick work of the second layer, leaving him in his very damp underwear. You pulled that down as well as you got a hand around his cock and started a slow pace, teasing the tip with your thumb every now and then. He bucked his hips and whined at the dry friction.
âWhatâs the matter? Un peu sec?â (a bit dry?) You said teasingly.
âLaisse moi tâaider avec çaâ (let me help you with that)
You got down on your knees and his eyelids fluttered as you got your lips around his tip. When you took half of him in your mouth and reached a hand up to cup his balls at the same time, he moaned and thumped his head back onto the wall.
You pulled off âGarde les yeux sur moi, Charlesâ (keep your eyes on me, Charles)
He did so , with much difficulty, but his eyes snapped to yours and you continued, taking him all the way to the base and massaging his balls gently. His hips bucked up a bit making you gag slightly.
âdĂ©solĂ©, je vais pas durer longtempsâ (sorry, Iâm not gonna last long)
So you picked up the pace and doubled down on your efforts, as his hands flew to your hair.
It took about a minute and a half for him to come, groaning your name while he filled your mouth. He felt like his soul had been sucked out through his dick. You didnât swallow it all though, wanting to share the load, as it were.
You got up and pulled him in for a kiss, which he gladly accepted, and it was the most disgusting, satisfying kiss youâd ever had, all teeth and spit and cum, some of it dribbling down your necks and chests.
You stayed like that for a while, basking in each otherâs embrace (and each otherâs mouths) before you suddenly remembered where you were.
âCharles! Donât you have a press conference to go to?!â
âJe mâen fous, je reste lĂ â (I donât care, Iâm staying here)
He lifted you up and carried you to the other side of the room where there was a conveniently empty shelf, where he set you down before tugging your pants down and spreading your legs to slot himself between them. He was already half hard again as he pumped himself with one hand and used the other to swipe up the cum on his and your chests, then brought his fingers to your entrance, rubbing gently before sliding a finger inside you. It didnât take much for him to prep you and he used the excess leftover cum to lube himself up and slide into you. You keened as he pressed up into your most sensitive spots. But he just stayed there, grinding slowly into you, driving you mad.
âPlease, Charles!â You begged, pronouncing his name the English way.
He cocked his head and grinned at you, and you sighed in desperation.
âSâil te plait⊠Charlesâ
His jaw went slack as he used all the energy he had left to pound into you, right in that special spot that made you see stars, over and over until you were a whining mess underneath him.
You came with a shout, back arching off the shelf and he held on to you as he followed soon after.
Charles Leclerc got a heavy fine for not showing up at the post-race conference, or the debrief, or any of his mandatory duties. Fortunately, he had enough money to pay the fine, and take you to dinner that very same night.
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Hiii! I love your work! I was wondering if you could write something where Mattheo and the reader are enemies with sexual tension and one day their friends lock them in a room together and wonât let them out till they fuck and they eventually do?
Thank you!!
Hii love, love the idea, hope u have fun reading. Thank you for your request đ€âïž
SAY YOU HATE ME | m. riddle
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summary: reader and mattheo hate each other so their friends lock them together in a room
warnings: pure filthy smut!, enemyâs to lovers, insults, arguing, dirty talk, unprotected p in v, rough, fingering, sucking on fingers, coming inside reader
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When Pansy, Draco and Blaise told me they have a suprise for me, I wasnât really convinced and sure it was some kind of prank but I also wasnât a quitter or a party booper so I sighed and let Pansy put the blindfold over my eyes like she wanted to.
She grabs me by my arm and starts leading me through our common room. We walk for like 5 minutes until they stop and tell me to be quit. I nod and take a deep breath when I hear them open a door. Pansy gently pushes me forwards and I can hear her smile while saying "Have fun you two." My eyebrows furrow together. What does she mean 'you two' ? I hear the door closing behind me with a few giggles so I take my blindfold off and turn towards the door. "What the hell guys?" I yell through the door.
"Oh so that's their plan." I suddenly hear someone say behind me. I spin around, seeing Mattheo Riddle sitting on the edge of a bed. "What the fuck are you doing here?" I ask him, my eyes looking at him and then around the room we're in.
"First of all, we're in my room , so I could ask you the same. Second, isn't it obvious to you what they're trying to do?" "Oh hell no!" Angry I walk back to the door and bang against it with my hands. "Pansy! let me out!" I hear them whispering behind the door before Lorenzo's voice speaks up. "You two will not get out until you talk about your problems." "Yeah or fuck them out." I hear Draco laughing. "Draco!" Pansy hisses.
"Guy's this isn't funny! I have things to do!" I answer, hoping they would do the right thing. But who am I kidding? "No what really isn't funny is how you two always argue with each other and ruin the vibe in our friend group for years now! So talk or never get out of there!" Blaise answers and I can basically hear him rolling his eyes before they disappear from the door.
I turn around then and look at Mattheo. "This is your fault! I hope you know that." I bitch at him, sitting on the other bed in the room that is Theodore's. He starts laughing and looks at me as If I have 3 heads. "Are you kidding me? If someone is responsible for this then it's you! You're the one who always acts like a bitch to me." "Hm, maybe I wouldn't act like a bitch If you wouldn't be such a pain in the ass with your stupid comments all day long."
He raises his eyebrows and leans forwards, his elbows on his knees now. "Oh you think so? Maybe I wouldn't have to leave stupid comments If you would consider using your brain for even a second."
My eyes widen at his comment. "Excuse me? You're just mad about the fact that I'm the only fucking girl in this school who isn't on her knees for you! Sorry Mattheo, not every woman thinks you're it."
He rolls his eyes and shakes his head at me, making his curls bounce slightly over his forehead. "This is ridiculous. As If I would even want you to be on your knees for me." I scoff at that. "Yeah why should you, right? Your type is dumb and brainless. Oh sorry, I forgot whore."
I see his face getting red and his jaw clenching. Suddenly he stands and walks over to me until he stands in between my legs, making me widen my eyes at him. He leans forward and speaks "What is your problem y/n? Why are you so fucking nice to everyone, acting like a little angel but are the biggest bitch the next second. Only to me of course. What is it that bugs you so much huh?" he breathes against my face, looking right into my shocked eyes.
"I - I just told you - you're always a pain -" "- in the ass. I know. But Draco is too. And I don't see you bitching at him like you do at me." "That's different. Draco is Pansy's boyfriend and I have respect for that." He scoffs at my excuse and to be honest, he was right. But why should I tell him?
"You know.. I kinda get a feeling, that you do want to be one of them." he starts, looking intensely at my lips. I swallow and look into his dark eyes. "One of who?" A smirk plays on his lips when he gets closer, making me back away a little until I'm just supporting myself with my elbows behind me, his body leaning over mine but not touching it. I feel his body heat around mine, my cheeks getting a little flushed at the warmth. He grins and answers me." " Dumb, brainless... a whore."
I gasp at his comment but before I could protest he speaks again. "Maybe then you would have a chance with me. Maybe that's why you're mad at me. Because your little brain always gets in the way and If it would just shut up for a second, then maybe you would have a chance." My eyes almost get stuck at the back of my head at how hard I just rolled them. "First of all, that doesn't even make sense. And like I said. I don't want you."
Then I feel his right hand on my waist, slowly tracing the bare skin on there due to my short crop top. "Then why are your cheeks blushing? Why aren't you pushing me away? You're so locked into my eyes that you're just laying under me like a little helpless thing." I swallow down the clump in my throat at his words. He'r right? Why am I still under him? Normally I would have smacked the shit out of him.
"See." he starts with a smirk. "You do want this. Me. You're just too stubborn to admit that I get under your skin all the time because you want me." I breath get's stuck in my lungs when I feel his fingers on my waist wandering over my stomach. "And you know what's the worst part of it? I just want you as much as you want me. I wanna taste every single part of your body." he whispers against my lips, now just an inch away from mine. "What?" I whisper back in shock. He want's me? What the hell is going on? Did they slip something in his drink too? Is that the actual prank? Him pretending to want me?
"You heard right.." his lips get away from my face again, switching towards the side of my throat. ".. I want you so fucking bad. And you're making me go crazy with your stupid comments all the time. Every time we're with our friends and you start insulting me, I just want to pull you near the first surface possible and fuck you stupid in front of them." After that his lips meet the skin of my neck, a gasp leaving my lips at the sudden contact. His breath was warm and his lips so so soft. Goosebumps erupt over my whole body instantly.
"Mattheo.." I whisper as a warning, but for what I don't know. "What? Are you scared that I'm right? Scared that you will let those walls down? That you let me take you?" I yelp when he bites down on my neck, leaving a light mark. "Come on.. tell me you hate me."
I want t, but I can't. The words just won't leave my mouth when my eyes start closing at the pleasure he's giving me on my neck. I starts kissing down towards my collarbone, nibbling at my skin here and there. Involuntary I arch my back, pressing my body against his.
His mouth moves down to my cleavage, kissing the top of my breasts. "Fuck you taste so good, y/n. Tell me you want this." I remain silent until he pinches my nipples lightly through my top, a whimper leaving my mouth.
"Tell me you want this too or I will stop. Come on baby." The little hairs on my neck raise when he calls me that. I slowly nod, my eyes still closed. "Words. I need words. And open your eyes for me." I slowly open them, looking right into his when I do so. "Say it.." he whispers against my lips, grazing them with his own. "I - I want you too." I finally say, putting a smirk on his face before he presses his lips against mine, his left hand finding my cheek.
The kiss is passionate and longing, leaving no air in our lungs. "Fuck, this is gonna be so so good." he groans against me, climbing on top of me now fully.
He pushes my legs apart with his knees, settling between them afterwards. When he lets go of my lips, breathing heavy, he works his way down with his mouth again, starting at my chest. I bite down on my lip and let my hands go through his curls, pulling on some strands. He groans when I pull, his hands roaming up my body until he squeezes my tits through my top. They slowly push my top upwards until my chest is completely exposed. He looks down at me and grins satisfied. "Fuck how could you hide that for so long from me baby? You're killing me." he groans and I see him pushing his hips down against the mattress for some friction. I think this is the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life. Mattheo grinding against the mattress because he's hard for me.
He starts massaging my tits, leaning down with his mouth, sucking on my nipple. "Oh -" I press my lips together, trying to be quiet. I pull harder on his hair, making him groan and grind against the mattress again. God help me.
"If you keep pulling on my hair like that I'm not gonna last another second." he breathes out when he lets go of my nipple. A grin forms on my lips when I suddenly got my confidence back. " Oh so you mean you will last longer than a minute?" He frowns at me before leaning down again and biting my nipple, while playing with the other one. "Mattheo!" I hiss loudly making him laugh devilish against my skin.
"I don't know If I want you to scream my name or shutting the fuck up." he chuckles when he starts pulling down my skirt. "How about you shut the fuc-" before I could finish my sentence he stuffs two fingers into my mouth. "Use your mouth for something good and suck baby." I roll my eyes but still do as he says. I run my tongue around the top of his fingers playfully, smiling while doing so.
I gasp when I feel his other hand on my clothed pussy. "Shit, you're soaked y/n. Fucking dripping." he says with his jaw hanging down and his eyes on my private part.
With two fingers he pulls my panties down, making me gasp at the cold air against my wetness. "You make me go crazy, you know that? Bet you're so tight - oh fuck yeah." he moans when he slowly enters me with his fingers he used to pull my underwear down. You could hear the wetness all over the room. I bit down on his fingers when he starts to pump them in and out faster. "Hm yeah fucking moan for me, come on." he bites down on his lip while watching my lips wrapped around his fingers. I buckle my hips when his thumb starts teasing my clit, only touching it for a short moment before letting go of it. I indeed moan around his fingers, closing my eyes.
"I'm so hard for you I can't believe it myself." he mumbles to himself, leaning down so his breath hits my clit, pulling a whimper from me this time. He pulls his fingers out of my mouth and I hear them working his belt. "Mattheo please.." "What baby? Talk to me.." "Mhh I need more.. wanna feel you." I completely forget my pride while he fucks me with his fingers.
"Wanna feel my cock inside you? That's what you want?" "Fuck yes - please!" He pulls his fingers out of me, smiling when I whine in protest. I look up at him and see him sucking my juices off his fingers, making my stomach flip. "Taste so good princess." he groans and bites his bottom lip after pulling his fingers out of his mouth.
I watch him puling his pants down his legs, kicking them somewhere in the room. He pulls his shirt over his head, making me gasp in surprise. I knew he is fit but that fit? "Wanna take a picture?" he asks me cockily. "You wish." I scoff but smile as I see him smiling too.
I look down at him and gulp when I see the outline of his cock. "Don't worry baby, you're so wet for me It will fit without any trouble." He grabs my ankles and pulls me towards the edge of the bed. He places my legs over his shoulders, groaning again. " If I knew all these things about you I would have fucked you way earlier. For example how flexible you are." I giggle and raise my eyebrows. "I have a lot more hidden talents." "I bet." he says with a heavy breath, taking his cock into his hand and teasing my clit with his tip, brushing it over it again and again. "Mattheo.." I whine, desperate to feel him.
"I want you to beg me, just likee the little whore you are." he grins wickedly at me, using my words against me. he starts dragging his tip over my pussy, pushing it against my entrance but not enough to enter me. "Please fuck me Mattheo, please. I need to feel you, please."
He doesn't waste a second, pushing his whole length into me. "Oh my god!" I almost scream, feeling him in places I thought would't even be possible. Mattheo groans, squeezing his eyes shut, his mouth wide open. "Oh you're so fucking tight, unbelievable." He starts moving his hips in a fast pace, thrusting harder against me every time a moan or whine leaves my lips.
"You feel so good - so fucking good inside of me - fuck." I star babbling, only spurting Mattheo on. "Yeah baby, that's it. Just feel how my cock feels inside you tight little cunt. Such a pretty pussy for me." I let out a loud whine and start to claw into his back.
"Harder." he groans, his left hand finding it way around my throat. I dig my nails deeper into his skin making him chuckle deeply and smile down at me with dark eyes. Oh shit. His grip around my throat tightens, making me even wetter, " You like that, baby? Who would have thought that our little angel is such a whore for me huh?"
His hips start to move even faster than before, hitting my cervix at some point. "Oh Mattheo -" I choke out between some broken sobs. I don't know when the last time was where someone fucked me this good.
He laughs like the devil himself and says "what baby? thought you do't want me hm?" I squeeze my eyes shut as I feel a deep feeling inside my tummy. "Fuck I feel your little pussy squeezing me, you're close?" I just nod and gasp.
He slowly down to which I whine in protest. "No, no please Mattheo. Don't stop, please." I beg him without a second thought.
"Tell me you hate me again. Come on." I shake my head and groan in frustration. "Why not?" "I - I can't" He grins in satisfaction and picks up the pace from before. My walls start clenching around him, my hips buckling up against him widely and without a rhythm. "Scream my name." Mattheo." "Louder, fucking louder so they hear how we talked about our problems." he grins. "Fuck, Mattheo!" Then it hits me, like a wave crashing over me when I come around his cock, spasming around him.
"God you're milking me, baby." he moans when he feels me around him. While my head get's dizzy and I only see starts around me, he gets even faster and rougher, making me whimper now that I'm so sensitive. "Fucking come again." he demands, his tone deeper now. " I - I can't Mattheo. I'm so sensitive." I whimper when he rubs my clit again and fucks me shard that the headboard of the bed crushes against the wall. Oh they could definitely hear us.
"I promise you can baby, come on, It will feel so good princess. Just one more, for me." he says, working his finger so delicious against me. My lip trembles when he pulls a second orgasm from me, leaving me a whimpering mess under him. "Fuck yes, yes." His movements lose their rhythm, pumping his cock into me with zero control.
"Nhg baby I'm gonna come - fuck - where -" "come inside me." I say, still feeling like I'm on a cloud. He let's out a quite whimper before coming, but I still heard it. Then I feel his hot cum inside me, his body falling on top of mine while he still ruts against me. "Shit.." he breathes out heavily when he slowly comes down from his high.
I see him swallowing when he looks down at me. "I'm gonna die If this is a one - time thing." he says, making my heart miss a beat.
"It's not." I whisper against his lips before kissing him with a smile. He slowly pulls out of me, we both look down. I see him smirking when his cum leaks out of me.
Suddenly the door opens, both of our heads turning towards it. We see our friends standing in the doorway with confused looks and mouth wide open. The only one that looked smug about it was Draco. " Told you so." he chuckles. "Wow.." Enzo whispers looking at us. "I think I hate you too, y/n." he says. Mattheo pulls the bedsheets over us and growls at him. " You wish." "What the fuck! Why on my bed?" Theo yells, making all of us burst out in laughter.
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Calling after me â Pablo Gavi.
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Pairing: Pablo Gavi x Fem!Reader
Summary: You and Pablo had a ... different relationship. You had all the perks of one, staying together for days on end, practically living together, stolen kisses, but you hadn't yet crossed the line to dating. After Gavi's return back playing, he is certain he's ready to take the next step.
Word count: 720+
Disclaimer/s: fluff ! also this was meant to be replied to a request âa gavi flick??â but i accidentally posted instead of saving to drafts ..
A/N: GAVIâS SOOO FUCKING BACK IM SUCH A HAPPY CAMPER.
The match had just ended. And by just, well, that meant a few hours ago, but Gavi was already at your door step, knocking aggressively on your apartment door. You knew it was him because he did what he liked to call, âhis special knockâ which consisted of three rapid knocks, and then a cycle of one, two, three, four, and repeat.
Tugging on a hoodie, his hoodie, you open the door with a long sigh. A smile creeps onto your face though, âhey, congrats on the win.â
Gavi is quick to step inside, âhey.â He says softly, closing the door behind him before he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you impossibly close.
Your cheeks hurt by the time you two get to the living room, Gaviâs pecks across your face only sent a strong case of the butterflies straight to your stomach.
âYou did good today, how did it feel to be back on the pitch?â You hum against his lips.
The brunette reaches one hand up to push a stray strand from your face, eventually coming down to cup your jaw. âIt felt amazing.â He clears his throat, âand iâve been thinkingâŠâ He trails off, eyes flickering between yours.
Your heart thumps in your chest, meeting his eyes. âAbout..?â Your fingers trace his knuckles, urging him to speak.
âUs.â He says simply. âI told you I wasnât ready for anything serious, but after I got off the pitch, I realized I donât know why I was holding out. I want you, I want us, and more specifically, I want it public.â
If he hadnât been holding you so tightly against him, you definitely wouldnât keeled over. Your brain went fuzzy and your cheeks ached. âYeah?â You force out, all other words caught in your throat.
âOh yeah.â He nods assuringly, his head dipping down to capture your lips in a slow, passionate kiss. Only pulling away to press a kiss to your forehead. âSo? Thoughts?â
Tilting your head up, you laugh lightly. âDo you really need me to give you them? I think my answer is pretty obvious.â
Gavi chuckles, âI know that, but I would like to hear it.â
Giving in, you sigh. âI have been waiting for this moment for months. So, the answer is if youâre all in, then I am all in.â Your fingers trail down his hand to lightly take hold of his wrist, which sent a tingle up Gaviâs spine.
âGood. Iâm glad.â Thereâs three beats of silence, in which the two of you simply stare at each other. âThis does mean youâre my girlfriend now, right?â
Amusement flashes across your face, âobviously, you idiot. Iâm all yours.â
A low groan escapes Gaviâs lips, âGod that is so good to hear.â He sighs, hands dropping back to your waist. âNow about our living arrangements...â
âSlow your damn roll.â You laugh, head tipping back. Gavi watches your face closely, his eyes shining with adoration. âNow, I was just about to make dinner. You up for a celebratory meal?â
âDepends, what are you making?â
You shrug, âwhatever youâre hungry for.â You internally groan, recognizing how that sounded, and just how boyish your boyfriend was. The slow growing smirk on his face already proving just exactly what you knew.
âWell..â
âFood. Human food. Food I can cook.â You quirk your eyebrows, removing his grip from your waist, eliciting a groan from Gaviâs lips.
âAw, come on!â He whines out your name, calling after you as you make a hasty retreat to the kitchen. Gavi walks after you, following your giggles all the way. âPasta would be great!â
âAny specific kind?â You ask over your shoulder. âI have chicken defrosting already, might as well use it.â
âChicken Alfredo?â Gavi quirks up, âthat sounds amazing right now, actually.â
âThen thatâs what youâll get.â You spin around on your heels, squeaking when you realize Gavi was in fact right behind you. He swiftly grips your waist and pulls you to his chest. âHey! Iâm trying to start making dinner!â
âJust another kiss, thatâs all I want.â He pouts, leaning his head to the side, giving you a look you couldnât resist.
Pushing yourself up onto your tip toes, you give him just what he wanted. One final kiss so you could make your new boyfriend the dinner he deserved.
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