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For the ask game: đ€© for Abby, â, đ for Waves, please. :D
Eeee, thanks for this lovely! XD (I need to get better at answering these straight away.)
đ€©a WIP snippet about or with dialogue from ________ [name of a character]. If you donât have one for that character, choose someone else! - Right, this is tangentially with Abby, but it's Nikola and Will talking. (Yeah, it's the (Abby/Will) + Helen (and maybe Nikola, I still haven't decided) fic.)
âWell, William, you don't have to be a genius to figure out that Helen has plans for you,â Nikola muttered to Will. Will tried ignoring him, reading the file in front of him, but Abby had joined their boss and Will knew that smile. It was her I'm so happy to see you but please can we go somewhere private and fool around smile, one he thought was just for him. Since when did she smile at Magnus like that? And since when did Magnus smile back like that, a secret in her eyes and a laugh on her lips? Why at Abby? Sighing, he asked, âWhat do you mean?â Nikola smirked. âIt seems to me like Helen has taken your Agent Corrigan under her wing.â Leaning forward, like he was giving Will super secret information, he added, âHelen doesn't like when her fledglings aren't treated with the respect they deserve.â Will shook his head. âWha--â âWhen it comes to matters of the heart, Helen stays out of the way. When it comes to matters more base - sex, Scoot - Helen takes matters in hand.â Nikola grinned, leaning back. âLike I said, Helen has plans for you.â
â any WIP snippet you want!
Ooooooh. Because I really need to get back on this, have a section from In The Nice Part of Town. đ
Weeks passed. Helen tried not to change her behaviour, to keep a respectable distance from Nikola, but she couldn't help delighting in being drawn to him. What did that Taylor Swift song say? His magnetic field being a little too strong? Something like that. Like a iron filing she was constantly edging closer to him. And really, when it meant having a cuddle at night on the sofa, and him stroking her shoulder absentmindedly, who was she to argue with physics? Kissing his cheek on her way to work was just being friendly. And if he happened to kiss her cheek as he handed her a cuppa when she got home, well that was just the reciprocal nature of their friendship. Because they're just friends. Doing friend things. As friends. Helen knew, on a scale of one to hopelessly besotted, exactly where she was.
đ a published snippet from _________ [published work of theirs you haven't had read yet, but are curious about]
Waves? You wanted a bit of Waves? Eeeeeeee! đ„°đ„°đ„° Okies, right. Ack. This is part of the way in, but just know Helen and Nikola haven't spoken here in like four/five years. Enjoy!
Saturday in the mall was not how Nikola imagined spending his afternoon, but he needed new shoes. If he went earlier in the day, he wouldn't have to deal with too many people, and he wouldn't get another headache. That was the plan. He didn't get there until after lunch. Some kids were running around, yelling and squeaking. Parents were standing around chatting, ignoring their children behaving like the monsters they were, and Nikola's foot was cold. He had known for a while his shoes needed replacing but there it was, a tiny hole. Sighing, his defences up, he strode in. Helen's morning had been busy. Between chores, playing and Ashley singing Old McDonald, the house had been cleaned, clothes in the machine, homework done and lunch eaten. Now it was time for the most important part of the day. Shoe shopping. The shop was busy, and children were running around like headless chickens. âAlright, we need some sneakers for you, Henry, and some boots for you, Will. No running around, please.â âOk!â the boys chorused, before dashing to the kidsâ section. Ashley was pulling on Helen's hand, wanting to follow them. Smiling indulgently, glad her mental barriers were firmly in place, they walked briskly after them, Ashley stomping ahead. âOoooff!â Someone had walked into her and caught her elbow before she fell over. âI'm sorry, I-- Helen?â The world slowed down. Flashes of memories filled his mind â his laugh, her smile, that kiss â as her bright blue eyes drank him in. âNikola?â she breathed, her lips already forming a grin. Her heart was clattering against her ribcage. âWh-- what are you doing here?â Who was that squeaking in her voice? He held up his other hand, face and mind wondrously blank to her. âShoes.â
#*happy wiggles*#you asked about waves! that's my baby!#ask meme answer#ask meme answered#sarcasticsciencefictionwriter#fic snippets#eeeeeee!
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"What's cookin', good lookin'?"
AKA I love how unhinged both Alfred and Bunet are and I want to study their brains.
#fe engage#alfred#bunet#alear#alear: wow these boys are insanely weird#also alear: i want to eat his vocabulary to study it#it was supposed to be like a modern setting thing so i threw alear in a hoodie in the first part#and i was going to draw alfred running on a track waving to bunet and alear for the bottom part but got lazy lmao#so here please take babies#i am beyond pleased with their support chain (alfred and bunet) because it is just one thing after another of yeah thats them#excuse me can i have a lick - of what? - your flower - you wanna eat my flower? - is that inappropriate?#yeah very normal conversation BUT ONLY FOR THEM#while alfred goes and asks another nations leader yo man whats your favorite muscle#and bunet guilt trips a criminal trying to atone for his sins into eating vegetables#they are absolutely the most kind menaces but still menaces#they care so much about people and their hobbies and they want to share their hobbies and love with people
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my newest and cool lore tidbit that i was meditating on was how the m-34th makes their weapons and tools magic-resistant ... as an aside, its been in my mind for a while that magic has something to do with bones, like bones being the "pathways" of magic, and thus one of the hardest materials to work with as a witch if its possible to work with them at all.
im still fleshing out this idea and deciding if its something i want to work with but in practice how it manifests in the story is that magic cant/has a hard time healing broken bones, and a broken bone disrupts the flow of magic in a witch or mage (this was originally murdas weakness equivalent to mochis thing with water-- as the crow witch shes good at flying but only because her bones are easily broken). the reason im hesitating to use it is that it seems like a HUGE weakness for any witch but supposedly they have magic that can at least reinforce bones OR madam springs has methods for relatively quick organic healing
anyway back to the m-34th point, i think it would be fucking baller if they managed to create magic resistant shields and weapons by infusing the bones of past black canvases into a super hard metal material as to be able to cut down anything material and also anything magic
#lore#text#yapping#even better if bones are considered sacred to witches and when mochi finds this out about the m-34th shes absolutely irked#disrespecting their dead#but any m-34th member is like (we consider it ``honoring their memory``)#fucking BALLER#maybe even have any m-34th person sign their bones away to the organization for them to use upon their death#mochi to lime: i wont let them have your bones!!!!!!#lime: why are you saying that like im going to die soon wtf#lime in his head: (ill bone you up anytime you want baby just ask)#i know not everything has to make sense but for the humans it kind of does#im willing to hand-wave a certain degree of ``cool technology`` and ``rare ore that when forged can cut through anything``#but for magic res it has to make sense in my head a little bit#tens of thousands of years of black canvases infused into every single weapon they have
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AHAHAHH FINALLY ANOTHER NEW DOODLE PAGE. A COLLAGE OF OLD DOODLES, NEW DOODLES, DOODLES WITH MINIMUM EFFORT, AND DOODLES WITH ALOOOT OF EFFORT. SOME DRAWN ONA TABLET, MOST ON A MOUSE, BEEN IN MY WIPS FOR AGES JUST TTAAAAAKKEE IT BRO I CANT LOOK AT IT ANYMORE. ANYWAY HHEEELLLOOOOOO CHIPS GROWTH OVER 100 EPISODES CAN WE TALK ABOUT THAT?? BECAUSE I SURE WILL. IN MY TAGS.
#jrwi fanart#jrwi riptide#jrwi show#jrwi riptide spoilers#cw blood#chip jrwi#BARRK BARK BARK STARTED THIS WAY BEFORE EP 109 OKAY HHOOOOLY SHIIITT MY BOY.. MY BABY BOY..#HE HAS COME SO FARRRR CAN I BE HONEST? NEEEVER SAW THE FIRE MOTIF COMING#WHEN HE GOT THE WAVE TATS I WAS LIKE awweeyeaaaa ive been headcanoning him with a single shitty faded wave tattoo on his fore arms#BUT TTHEENN THE SECOND ARENA AND THE FIRE AND THE AAARURUGHHGHH IM SSOOO HERE FOR IT#BUT LISTEN TO ME AND LISTEN TO ME WELL RIGHT NOW. I BELIEVE THAT CHIP IS NOT THE FIRE HE IS THE MATCH.#THE THING THAT FUELS THE FIRE. THAT GIVES IT GROUND FOR WHICH TO THRIVE. CHIP IS SO FOUNDATION TO ME#GILL MOON JAY SUN CHIP EARTH!!!! IM RIGHT!!! IF YOU DISAGREE WITH ME I BETTER SEE SOME HHHAAANDS!!!!!!#I HAd so much trouble drawing his tattoos oohh my GOOODD those were the biggest reason i didnt finish this for so long#even now im still iffy but WAHTEVERRR. i love just drawin chip all beat up and sad#hes so tragic and unfortunate. remember when before they entered the black sea. the dude asked if anyone would miss chip. and he went 'no'#like just on impulse. n then jay n gill were like what?? dude no?? youve built up so much? what about all the friends along the way?#n chip was like oh. huh. yeah i guess so. HES SO USED TO BEING NNOOTHIHNGGG remember when he started getting sensitive abt#getting called bastard. OHH REMEMBER HIS SAD BOY ARC.. all the pressure all the ridicule all the misfortune all the failure and guilt#all crashing down onto the head of some wannabe pirate#oh my boy. youve grown so much! and in such a distorted way. what will arlin think when he sees you now?#OHH HOW I HOPE OTHERS NOTICE THAT LIL DOODLE WITH CHIP TAKING HIS FIRST KILL. SLOWLY PLUNGING A BLADE INTO MEAT.#ITS HARDER THAN YOU THINK BUT ONLY FOR A SECOND. AND THEN ITS EASY. JUST SO SO EASY. NOT MUCH BLOOD. IT TRAILED DOWN TO HIS SLEEVE#YOUR FIRST KILL WASNT A BRUTAL BLOODY MESS. IT WAS SAD. IT WAS SCUFFED. BUT IT WAS CLEANER THAN SOME. A BREATH SILENCED IN MERE SECONDS.#IT LEFT A STAIN ON YOUR SLEEVE. THATS ALL THE KILL LEFT BUT YOU CARRY THAT. YOU CARRY THAT INTO A NIGHT OF CHEER AND JOLLY#YOU CARRY THAT STAIN. YOU STOLE THIS BLOOD. YOU TOOK THIS LIFE. CERTAINLY THIS HAS TO STOP AT SOME POINT. AND IT MIGHT ASWELL END WITH FIRE#LOVE U CHIP MWAH#EDIT: IF U SAW ME FORGET TO DRAW CHIPS MISSIN TOOTH IN THE TOP RIGHT: NO YOU DIDNT
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"how's your health?" HIPAA protected, thanks
#i got sent a shitty email asking me to justify my absence and decided to cause problems#responded back like#so sorry i wasnt in touch i almost died but next time ill send an email#quickest 'NO ITS FINE' reply ive ever gotten#but now one of em sends me an email biweekly asking about my health#babes you are part of the problem not the solution#its fine im gonna wave something shiny and throw it and ill escape answering that today#disability#salt baby talks#chronic illness
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[walking around, peering into people's faces like i'm in an art exhibit] hm. nice
#just me hi#it's a give and take system and baby WHY am i standing in for the free samples cart#[dies dies]#<- irrelevant to the main body but oh man. oh mannngngnghfjs#//nice thing anyway; we're going to the beach :D#it's been like a year or so since we've been so yippee :DD#i like going to the center of the lake and waiting for the boats to make big waves lol#sure it makes it harder to get back to shore but in the meantime i get to go wheeee hfbhs#that and if you swim out far enough nobody will bother to swim to you. untouchable gfbsh#just water and water and water and oh hello dragonfly and water and that kid just fell headfirst into the shallow water and water and#:>>#//in other news too: i am like.. one 5th done with the third ref lolđđ#it IS a bog. but at least it's a nicer bog ykno hfsh ?#//how funny would it be if they found atlantis at the bottom of like. a random lake#you know how underwater caverns are! but it would be neat hbfhv :3#i don't mean any of the great lakes either; it's completely sensical that you'd lose a city in there. why would you leave it on the coast#dummy?? the water Will eat everything#unlike the earth; which only gets aggressive cravings now and then. and that's only cuz she's doing all this moving. she's earned it hfbsh#/also question. if our planet ate another planet would anybody here have a problem with that [wide gesturing towards you]#because you would have to assume it's natural. How and Why Else would a planet be eating another planet ?? plus. what if the chances are#high that it fixes all our problems lol. 'why are you asking this' see that's a good question. and every now and then there are questions w#leave to people of a more scientific or philosophical turn of mind. not me. i'm the 'do you support mother earth eating other planets whole#questions guy :) an important role in some states of being lol#//anywho i gotta get on my things. you know. the things? and the stuffs. lotta those going on. lots of things. and stuffs :)#and i don't wanna count my tags again lol - i think i'm in the mid-twenties but let's not be too sure about that hfhvhsh#so ciao toodles. i will most likely be back with some family-answers to the planet-eating question#byyyye :3
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i keep forgetting that theres a work party next week and im actually going for once because its actually at a convenient time for me. why did i think this was a good idea (im sure it has nothing to do with the guy who is occasionally on my mind being there.... which is a stupid reason bc people who he is friends with will be there so it's not like he's even going to speak to me.... although the machines at work are getting in the way of me speaking to him because they made conversation - that he started, might i point out - between us nigh on impossible) . ......................... anyways it's bring ur own drinks and i can't honestly be bothered to pour any more money into this (its already costing me a fiver and what little sanity i have left) .... and also it's on a beach and they have organised activities such as team sports so i might actually kms im not capable of that BUT i have to go bc im not wasting the money & i do have friends (well. sort of.) who are going
#nyxie be quiet challenge#why is the bar on the fucking floor with me though like this guy is nice to me at work ON OCCASION#and im like âi need to have conversations with you rnâ#he gave me his jacket once when i was on the drive thru and it was cold#and he offered to switch which drinks we were making when i was severely struggling with the bit i was doing once#OH and when we were at a party and he happened to be there . me & my friends were dancing to queen of the waves from barbie outside#he decided to join in?? which was. random.#and he holds the honour of having said the funniest thing a man has ever said to me which is â(name) baby hit that vapeâ#yes he was probably drunk but idc. iconic#and the other week he was asking me about uni and exams and stuff and immmmm being sooooo normal about this#dont be greyromantic. crushes will come and bite u in the ass even if u are romance repulsed#and he can drive what more could i want in a man#and he plays rugby#last week he also said i was going to be fired for being fifteen minutes late and i was like âoh no....â#i'll shut up now this is embarrassing#oh well i have fourteen followers this isnt exactly going to become a tumblr-wide hit
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â âđđ â â đđđđđđđđ. bragging about your oh-so-perfect boyfriend to your friends certainly has its (welcomed) consequences. . .
tags. older bf!gojo satoru x female reader. fluff & smut. p in v -> unprotected. missionary. sweet but also nasty and condescending. creampie. body worship. size difference / - kink. nicknames â(little) princess, babyâ. name calling once. not proof read bcs im sleepy. wc. 2k+
âright! heâs so thoughtful,â you sigh dreamily as you chat with your friends over the phone. youâre laying on satoruâs bed, kicking your feet up while you remove your make-up. of course, you had to call your girls to tell them all about the little date you just had with your boyfriend.
satoruâs in the shower, so youâre taking the time to relive the experience.
âhere she goes again yâall,â one of your friends sighs dramatically, to which the others follow with giggles of their own. they know that you can go on and on about your partner. theyâve heard all of it before.
you grin and roll your eyes, rubbing the cleansing wipe over your lips, removing the light pink gloss you had on. youâre all giddy as you recall what satoru has done and given to you this evening. youâve been pamperedâspoiled rotten.
âhey! donât blame me,â you retort with a chuckle. your friends laugh and urge you to go on since theyâre only joking. the stories you tell are always either adorable or heartwarming, and thus theyâre happy to listen. plus, debriefing you on your love life is free entertainment.
itâs not unusual for you to stray from the main story. you ramble about the restaurant youâve visited, the pretty green scenery youâve walked past, the museum youâve visited, the way satoru paid for everything and how he made sure to pick activities youâre interested.
you get an occasional âawwâ or âcuteeeâ when you mention your boyfriendâs loving gestures. from the enormous bouquet of flowers heâs gotten you, to the fact that he carried you back into his apartment the moment you told him your feet were hurting.
walking in heels wasnât the smart move you thought it was, though luckily you had a thoughtful lover by your side.
âheâs just so handsome ân stuff. godââ you squeal, not even bothering to dampen your excitement. you hide your face behind your hands for a split second, gaining a few fan girling squeaks from your friends as well. theyâre happy that youâre being treated like deserved.
you donât hear the door of the bedroom open since youâre too busy gushing about satoru. youâre focused on your small pocket mirror, careful not to forget a spot on your face. you notice that your friends have gone quiet, but you donât question it.
âhis gentle personality is honestly such a turn-on,â you mumble as you rub off the concealer from under your eyes, âand his subtle yet possessive touches? phew, donât get me started.â you continue to babble on about how hot satoru is when he gets mad, unable to point out a flaw.
youâre about to comment on your friendsâ sudden silence when a hand lands on your shoulder. you freeze and finally make eye contact with no one other than satoruâhovering over you from behind. heâs smiling down at you and mumbles a quick, âhey, babyâ, before kissing your forehead.
you try to explain the situation, yet have no idea where to start. you can hear a friend of yours snickering and another faintly whisper an âoh, girl. . .â
before you have the ability to get another word out, satoru cuts you off, waving at your front camera for a second. his smile reaches his eyes and his dimples show;
âhey ladies, mind if i steal my girl from you?â satoru asks as he puts an arm around you. he places his cheek against yours, awaiting an answer. your friends are left speechless at the sudden turn of events.
the white-haired man appears extremely good on screen. heâs basically blessing them with his handsome looks. the towel hanging over his head indicates that he just came out of a fresh shower. thereâs a visible vein running down his neckânearly bulging out of the skinâas if satoruâs holding himself back.
once your friends snap out of their daze, they greet satoru and nod, exchanging quick âsee you laterâs. your boyfriend thanks them with another one of his charming smiles. he waves at the camera again, âbye bye, thank you.â
the call ends and the bedroom falls quiet. you stare at your screen which fades to black, completely dumbfounded. you quickly sit upâyour mind a chaotic mess full of thoughts.
âsatoru, i uhm, i didnât knowââ you attempt to form an explanation, though you realise that itâs likely futile. satoruâs probably heard every word that left your mouth. you look up at him, your voice a quiet whisper, âhow much did you hear?â
the sorcerer grins. heâs so enamored with you; everything you do is adorable. he grabs your hands and holds then into his larger onesâthumbs gently rubbing your skin. he pulls them up to his lips so he could place chaste kisses on your knuckles.
âeverything, princess,â satoru hums, rotating your hands to place kisses on the inside of your wrists. thereâs a subtle blush on his cheeks that even reaches his ears. no matter how calm and collected he may seem, heâs still but a complete sucker to your love, âtalking about me to your little friends, hm? how cute.â
a shiver runs down your spine. you feel your tummy turn as youâre slowly guided onto your back. multiple kisses cover your bodyâfrom head to toeâlike a canvas getting painted on. satoruâs taking his sweet time, admiring the art thatâs your physique.
every piece of clothing that comes off is a step closer to the grande revelation. the masterpiece that is you. moving from one empty spot - filling it with his kisses - to another. sighs of content leave your loverâs mouth with each reveal, as if he hasnât seen the sight of your naked body before.
âdoes this turn you on, baby? my âsubtle touchesâ?â satoru mutters against your breasts, remembering your earlier words. his blue eyes stare up at you through his white lashes. not wearing his blindfold may overstimulate him due to his abilities, but heâll risk anything if itâs to admire you the best he can.
he chuckles when you nod. your boyfriend kisses your hard nipplesâtaking his time to swirl his tongue around both of them just to feel your back arch off the mattress. your hands holding onto him for life is extremely thrilling. âit turns me on too,â satoru confesses quietly. his slender fingers reach the hem of your panties, âyou turn me on so fuckinâ much.â
your breath hitches when your underwear gets tossed somewhere across the room. youâre dripping, obviously. thereâs no way you couldnât get turned on by the way satoruâs been worshipping your entire being.
you can also see the effect you have on him; heâs sweating. the vein on his neck seems to grow more visible when your cunt is revealed to him.
âthere she is,â satoru grins in satisfaction. he seems to be in a daze for a second before he regains composure. he looks at you for a quick check, needing to know if he has your consent before he continues. the moment you nod, your lover separates your legs.
you sniff and try to hide your embarrassed expression behind a hand. satoruâs quick to pin your wrist above your head so you wouldnât have the chance to do any of that. âkeep your eyes on me, yeah?â he leans in to place a swift kiss on your lips.
âmhm,â you nod after returning the peck. the white-haired man utters a small âthank youâ and undoes his sweatpants with his free hand. he fumbles with his boxersâunable to keep himself from trembling in pleasure from the view alone.
your small body underneath him is a sight heâll never get tired of. that face of yours morphing into one of pleasure whenever youâre intimate is one of his favorite things to witness. thus why the missionary is his go to position.
âcâmon,â satoru kisses your cheek as he manages to pull his erected cock out of his underwear. itâs standing tall, the tip pointing right at the place it wants to be buried atâyour wet, warm and inviting pussy, âyou were so loud when talking with yâr friends ân now youâve gone quiet on me.â
satoru pouts, âitâs not fair. i wanna hear my princess too.â
you almost choke on your spit because of how whiny yet demanding satoru sounds. you feel his fingers intertwine with yours, firmly holding your hand down above your head. youâre still flustered by the entire situation. you open your mouth as tears gather in your eyes, âiâm sorry, iâm jusâ ngh!â
you canât even get your words out. the lewd feeling of satoru rubbing his tip between your folds completely catches you off guard. he grins, as if he planned on doing that the moment you tried to speak. heâs such a tease.
âshh, shh, i know,â satoru coos mockingly, acting like heâs not doing it on purpose. you canât blame the man; heâs been rock hard ever since he heard you praise him so openly through the phone. your lovely voice speaking so highly of him was driving him nuts.
youâre so appreciative for all heâs doing and it makes the sorcerer want to spoil you even more. to give you the love and affection you deserve because of how precious you areâeven if you donât realise it.
he wants to give you more. more, more, more.
without thinking, satoru pushes his cock right through your tight cunt. he shudders at the sight of your poor, small pussy struggling to take his fat dick. he canât hurt you, he knows. especially with the amount of times the bulbous head of his cock nearly bruised your cervix.
though, itâs difficult not to go all out. youâre so accepting of everything he doesâsatoru can see that by the way your eyes stare at him. itâs all love. the light reflecting in your pupils makes them sparkle beautifully. he cusses under his breath, âyâre so pretty, baby. fuck, fuck, fuck. yâre making it so hard.â
satoru tries his best not to plunge his cock all the way to the hilt. he reaches halfway with each thrust, the thwacking sound increasing by the second. your legs automatically wrap around his waist and your fingers squeeze his.
âtoruuu, fmhh, so big,â you babble, the drool forming in the corners of your lips threatening to drip down your chin. each soft yet firm thrust seems to resonate within you, evoking a sense of pleasurable contentment.
satoru lets out a haughty chuckle at the sight of you going cockdrunk already. heâs still trying to hold his urges back by focusing on your satisfaction alone. âiâll give you something else to brag âbout to yâr friends,â he pants with a confident smirk, kissing your jawline as he ruts into you,
youâre embarrassed by your current predicament. despite that, you find yourself enjoying every consequence that your actions have caused. your moans echo in satoruâs ears, each slap of your bodies connecting sounding twice as loud.
his thick cock is stretching you out so well. your cunt is working overtime to make space for every inch. your boyfriend gently bites your bottom lip, his breath faltering when you clench around him in response.
ââre ya gonna tell them?â satoru asks through a guttural moan. his hips move non-stop, aiming to please you until you lose your mind. heâll live up to the expectations set no matter what. he kisses the swell of your breasts, âare ya gonna tell âem how you let your âlovelyâ boyfriend fuck you like this? how yâre a complete slut for his cock?â
you donât know how to react to his dirty talk. itâs getting you wetter, thatâs for sure. your thighs shake around his waist and your tummy feels like itâs doing flips. satoru doesnât leave it there, âgonna tell them about how good i fill you up, yeah? dirty little girl telling all her friends about our private life, tsk tsk.â
itâs overwhelming. the sudden increase in dirty talk makes you want to cum on spot. you feel like youâre being degraded, however satoruâs touches make you feel appreciated and loved. his hand holding yours above your head never leaves youâa sign that this is still him making love to you.
âamâam not gonna,â you hiccup. the words simply roll of your tongue without much thought. youâre mindlessly responding to your lover. âam not gonna tell them anything,â you continue before cutting yourself off with a string of whiny moans when satoru plays with your clit.
satoru shakes his head, increasing the pressure and speed in which heâs pumping into you. he loves the view of you being so helplessâsuccumbing to the pleasure heâs granting you. âsureeee, i believe you,â your boyfriend snickers and pushes his pulsing cock in further. his tone is soft but condescending, âiâll trust my little princess to keep her mouth shut fâme.â
youâre getting so close. your nails dig into his skin and your noises get louder. youâre right on the edge of euphoria. the clit stimulation along with the feeling of being filled to the brim is enough to make you see stars.
satoru nods at your desperate whimpers that alarm him that youâre close to climax. âi got you, baby. cum fâmeâi got you,â he places sloppy kisses all over your face and rams his cock in and out of you in a stronger rhythm. thereâs nothing satoru wants to do in this world more than to flood your insides with his cum.
his cock doesnât stop prodding at your sweet spots and itâs making you approach that peak; the peak of pleasure thatâs going to push you over the edge. you hold tightly onto your lover and he doesnât hesitate to return the embrace. âitâs okay, do it fâme,â satoru encourages you once again through a husky whisper.
youâre thankful that you have such an attentive partner. he can go from teasing you to comforting you and itâs the most reassuring thing ever. youâve never had a man hold you so intimately while heâs balls deep into you.
âgânna cum,â a strangled moan leaves your throat when you try to speak. your chests are pressed together and your heartbeats matchâlike the perfect pair you are. satoru feels his balls clench with an aching feeling, needing to release every last drop they have stored into your tiny cunt.
just thinking about the way you were bragging about him again, is enough. âtake itâfuuuckkâtake it all, baby,â the white-haired man takes a deep breath in and canât help but bury his entire dick inside of you, that one last thrust making you yelp.
you reach your climaxes at the exact same time. your fluids mix as you feel satoruâs thick spurts of cum coat your insides a sticky white. your body spasms and your boyfriend instantly soothes you by rubbing your back. his own legs are trembling a little, but youâre far more important.
you donât utter a word and simply focus on regaining your energy. all that you can say are incoherent babbles. âeasy,â satoru kisses the corners of your eyes and relishes in the fact that heâs fucked you full of his cum. itâs a reminder of just how much he loves you.
a few encouraging words and hugs later and youâve calmed down. you donât fully grasp the reality of the situation until the adrenaline and other hormones drop down to a normal level.
youâre suddenly reminded by your previous words and this time, you succeed in hiding your face into the crook of satoruâs neck.
itâs certain that heâs greatly enjoyed overhearing you talk about him to your friends, but itâs still a somewhat embarrassing memory you wish to forget. ânot a word, please. j-jus act like you havenât heard anything,â you mumble quietly now that youâve come down from your high.
satoru laughs softly. he canât help but tease you after thatâitâs a given. youâre still so caught up on what happened and itâs endearing.
however, satoru wouldnât be him if he didnât tease you about your little comments. without pulling out, he tilts his head back and stares down at you with a faint grin, âdo i have to act like i havenât fucked you silly just now too?â
âsatoru!â
#sttoru writes.#jjk smut#jjk x reader#gojo smut#gojo satoru smut#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#jjk x you#jjk x y/n#gojo x you#gojo x y/n
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"MINE, MINE, MINE."
pairing: alpha!geto x omega!fem!reader summary: your doctor wonât refill your prescription until youâve reset your cycle. youâre desperate for that refill, but getoâs not having it. content: MDNI (18+ ONLY), a/b/o dynamics, nsfw, dubcon? (reader doesnât want a heat but itâs medically necessary (LMAO what)), established relationship, unprotected sex, breeding, praise, pet names, knotting, slight manipulation, dacryphilia, somnophilia, spit, blood, oral (fem!receiving), so much licking and smelling?, geto and reader are just downright feral LMAO, lmk if i missed anything. a/n: have yâall figured out that i have a breeding kink yet⊠anyway, this is the first a/b/o fic that iâve ever written but i just read one and was feeling *inspired*. if people want i might do a prequel sort of thing for this that goes more in-depth about how they met and stuff. lmk! also, i have a vampire gojo fic planned hehe get ready bbs. if you want more of my omegaverse fics check out my alpha!gojo fic here! and remember, AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED! divider credit to: @cafekitsune wc: 5.2k
âNo.âÂ
No? You shift in your seat, cold and plastic, sure you must have heard him wrong.Â
âIâm sorry?â you ask. You press your tongue to the roof of your mouth, an anxious habit.
âI canât refill the prescription. Iâm sorry, but, frankly, it would be completely irresponsible of me to do so. Iâm shocked your previous physician prescribed them for so long.â Fingers find yours and twine them together. Your eyes flash to Geto, but heâs only staring at your new doctor, staring with that furrow in his brow he only gets when heâs worried.
Your new, soon-to-be old, doctor sighs again, running a hand through his thinning white hair. âYou need to have a heat as soon as possible, allow your body to recalibrate. Indefinite use of suppressants is dangerous and unhealthy. They are meant to manage your cycles, not stop them altogether.âÂ
Sweat beads on your palms. He canât be serious. But itâs his first opinion. Surely thereâs another option.
âI-Iâm sorry, doctor. I donât think Iâm understanding.âÂ
Another glance at Geto reveals that heâs frowning now. When his eyes find yours you see the decision there, one heâs already made without you. Your stomach drops.
The doctor sighs and suddenly the walls of the office feel small, tight, suffocating. The twinge of alcohol and chemicals in the air makes your nose scrunch. âLet me say this clearly. I will not refill your prescription for suppressants, nor will any other reputable physician. You have been taking them continuously for far too long. You risk permanent damage should you delay a proper cycle any longer.â The doctor glances to Geto, then back to you. âGo home with your alpha and allow nature to take its course. Itâs whatâs best.âÂ
Your eyes widen with realizationâ you are not leaving this office with what you came for. Your heart pounds and your palms sweat. âTh-that canât happen, doctor. I need my suppressants. My job- I canât be out that long a-and Geto canât either, weââÂ
âWe will go home,â Geto interrupts, and his tone is final. âThank you, doctor, for the advice.âÂ
Geto pulls you to your feet, gently but firmly. He leaves no question about the fact that youâre leaving. You can feel the intensity radiating off him in waves. You ignore it. You turn to your new doctor, silently smiting him. Why did your old one have to retire?
âDoctor, you donât understââÂ
âThank you again,â Geto interrupts.
Before you can make another sound, another protest, Geto pulls you through the door, out of the office, and back to the car. He opens the door for you, as he always does, except this time youâre not so eager to accept his chivalry.Â
âSuguru,â you bite out. His eyes meet yours, but they are surprisingly gentle. So calm. How is he always calm?Â
âJust get in, baby. Weâll talk about it in the car.â
You debate saying no, but you canât bring yourself to start a fight when heâs being so good. You grumble when you climb in, buckling your seatbelt before Geto can do it for you.
The engine revs to life, but you hardly notice. Youâre already scrolling your phone, the search bar reading a simple and straightforward âdoctors offices near meâ. You scroll right past the first ten, for once in your life wanting a doctor thatâs a little sketchy. You scroll furtherâ still not sketchy enough. Someone whoâll give you the prescription you need, even if itâs not necessarily⊠ethical. Or maybe you could get some on the street? Surely there was some kind of dealing ring for that. There was a dealing ring for everything, right?
âWhat are you doing?â His voice is soft, but his fingers are tight around the steering wheel, skin stretched tight across his knuckles.
You lift your phone to your ear, dialing the first office that looked relatively shitty enough. âGetting a second opinion,â you answer.Â
Suguru plucks the phone so swiftly from your fingers that you hardly even notice itâs gone. You see him end the call and slip it into his back pocket, out of your reach.Â
âHey!â You scramble across the center console, hopelessly grabbing at your lost phone, your last hope.Â
Suguru grabs your wrist, restraining you far too easily for your liking. âYouâre not getting it back,â he says. His eyes never leave the road.Â
Your brows pinch and anger boils in your stomach. âThis is not for you to decide. Itâs my body.â
He glances at you, unconcerned. Still calm. âAnd youâre not in a headspace to be making a responsible decision about it, so Iâm making it for you.â
Your jaw drops and you pry your wrist free of his grasp. You escape, but you know itâs only because he allows it. âI am of perfectly sound mind, thank you.âÂ
He shakes his head and sighs. âYouâre blinded by desperation.âÂ
âItâs still not for you to decide!â When you donât notice any change in his expression, you switch tacticsâ from anger to honesty. You let your face fall, let your true feelings creep through. âYou know how much I hate it, Su.âÂ
Finally, he cracks. Itâs instantaneous, the way he melts for you- the way the soft smile finds his lips and his hand finds yours, twining your fingers together. âI know, but you have to, baby. You heard the doctor.âÂ
You clench your jaw and avoid the sting of tears behind your eyes. You had heard the doctor, but you werenât ready. Maybe next month, when youâd had more time to mentally prepare.Â
Your skin crawled. You hated it, hated this. You hadnât had a heat in years, avoiding them like the plague. You hated how vulnerable they made you, how they put you at the mercy of another. It wasnât that you didnât trust Suguruâ you did. You trusted him more than anyone, anything, but you still hated the feeling of being so completely helpless, so completely out of control, even if it was Suguru you were submitting to.Â
For most of your life, youâd successfully hidden your omega status. With the help of suppressants, youâd passed as a beta until your early twenties. Then you met Geto.Â
Youâd met at work. He was cute, beautiful even, youâd thought, but he screamed alphaâ and alphas could be dangerous, especially for hiding, unclaimed omegas like you. Youâd stayed away as long as you could and, for a while, you were quite successful. You avoided him in the halls, sat at the opposite end of the table in meetings, replied to emails succinctly but politely. All was well until youâd been trapped in an elevator with him one morning, biting your lip anxiously as you waited to reach the twelfth floor. Heâd smelled so good that day, perhaps due to an oncoming rut. You hadnât been able to resist inching closer, taking deeper breaths. Suguru would later tell you that heâd suspected your hidden status, but he had no reason to question you. At least, not until he had you up against the elevator wall with his face buried in your neck. One deep whiff was all heâd needed to know exactly what you were, even with suppressants in your system.
Youâd dated for a little over a year, until youâd decided he was the one. Your fingers dust over the mate mark on your throat, the one that had not only made you undoubtedly Suguruâs, but also the one that had revealed to the world exactly what you were. There was no hiding your true identity with an alphaâs scarred mark on your neck.Â
Suguru had never seen you through a heatâ no one had. Youâd taken your suppressants daily, ever since you met him and even long before that. Heâd claimed you on a day like any other, no heat necessary. He hadnât had a rut in all these years, either. When he felt one coming on all he had to do was pop a single pill and all was wellâ apparently with none of the nasty side effects that came along with your suppressants. Another unfair privilege of being an alpha you supposed.Â
âSugu, I canât do this.â Your lip is raw from how much youâve been chewing on it by the time you reach home.Â
Suguru softly shuts the door behind you, lifting your twined hands to his lips, gently kissing your knuckles.Â
âYes you can. I know you can.âÂ
You shake your head. He doesnât understandâ doesnât know what this will do to you, how it will break you. While you hadnât had a heat in years, you had experienced them before. You loathed them more than anything, loathed the way your mind was a slave to your body and not the other way around, loathed the way your whole body pulsed and throbbed, loathed the way it made you feel so⊠weak. âI canât. Itâs-itâs-â Your hands come up to cover your face. You sigh and feel the blush crawling beneath your cheeks. âItâs embarrassing. Humiliating.âÂ
Thereâs silence for a moment, and then a soft sight. Suguru pries your hands from your face gently. When you meet his eyes, heâs all business.
âThereâs nothing to be embarrassed about, baby.âÂ
You shake your head and pull away, pacing. âI donât want anyone to see me like that, Sugu. Not even you.âÂ
Strong hands catch your waist, holding you still. âItâs not a question. Itâs happeningâ for the sake of your health.âÂ
You scoff and shake your head. âItâs notââÂ
His thumb presses to your lips with just enough pressure to demand silence. The omega in you coos to listen, to submitâ the other part of you reels with annoyance.
âEnd of discussion.âÂ
Heâs closer now and you can feel waves of his breath skating across your skin. Itâs like a drug, one that the primal side of you can never get enough of. Give in, give in, give in, your omega begs. Listen to your alpha⊠You try not to focus on the fact that he smells good enough to eat. You know what heâs doingâ using his dynamic to persuade you, to make you see his way, playing to the omega you can usually hide so carefully.
âSuguâŠâ you say. You intend to be angry but you trail off when his eyes catch yours.Â
âI got you, baby.â
Your heart melts at the words. He waits. Maybe he knows that the smell of his skin on yours is playing tricks on your mind. You wage a battle within. Every instinct urges you to agree and with every passing second it becomes harder to disagree. Perhaps heâs right, perhaps it's time you give in for once. Let him take care of you, your omega purrs. Youâre nodding before you realize what youâve done.
Suguru kisses you quickly, allowing no time for takebacks. When he pulls away he gets to work. He whips his phone from his pocket and you listen to him talking to his boss, your boss, saying that youâll both be out of work for a week on âfamilyâ leave. Your face heats when you realize that your boss now knows exactly what you two are going to be doing for the foreseeable future. Suguru kisses you one last time before heâs out the door, off to get enough food and supplies to last a week. You wonât be leaving your apartment for some time. You don't fail to notice that he doesnât return your phone before heâs gone.
~
You donât notice a difference, even after the sun is gone. Itâs not surprising, considering you usually take your suppressants at nightâ itâll take a little while longer for them to fully exit your system⊠you hope. When youâre brushing your teeth you stare at the empty prescription bottle longingly.Â
You join Suguru in bed. The moment you crawl onto the mattress he pulls you closer into his bare chest. You savor the way your bodies fit so perfectly- like he was meant for you and you alone. His front curls around your back, a leg slotted between your thighs.Â
âFeel anything?â he asks.Â
You shake your head to hide your swallow. You almost shiver when Suguru buries himself in your neck, inhaling your scent. You feel him harden against your backside. He must be able to smell your approaching heat even before you can. Part of you expects instinct to take hold of him, for him to make a move, but he only presses a kiss to your jaw and holds you tighter.Â
âSleep, baby.âÂ
For once, you follow orders without a fight.
â
Hot. Too hot.Â
When your eyes flutter open, you feel the pounding of your heart, the labor of your breath, and the growing ache between your legs.Â
You sit up so fast you see stars, panic flooding your veins. No, no, no, no, no. This was wrong, youâd made the wrong choice. You couldnât do this. Already, you could feel control slipping from your grasp, your consciousness giving way to something more primal, more feral. You scramble, preparing to stand, to find your phone, to lock yourself away and suffer through this on your own.
âDeep breaths, baby.âÂ
Only then do you realize Suguru is already awake. Heâs behind you, hands on your shoulders, both a comfort and a restraint.Â
âCanât-â Your breaths are ragged and so are your words. âCanât do this, Sugu-âÂ
âYes, you can.â He whispers. He pulls you closer, tighter against him. âYou will.âÂ
You shake your head frantically, tears pooling on your lashes. When you turn, Suguru is staring at your neck, at the mate mark on your throbbing pulse. His jaw is clenched when his tongue darts out to wet his lips. Heâs restraining himself, you realize. A glance down reveals heâs already painfully hard in his pants. You wonder how long heâs been sitting there, taking in your scent, waiting for you to wake. No doubt his rut has already been triggered.
His eyes raise to yours and he pauses at the tears that leak down your cheeks. He leans closer, and the scent emanating from his neck makes you groan against your will. His kisses away the tears. Slowly, one at a time.Â
âIâve got you, baby,â he whispers. âIâve got you.âÂ
Your body pulls him closer, even as your mind pushes back. âMy phone, Sugu,â you panic. âGotta gimme my phone. C-call a new doctor.âÂ
He shakes his head and when you start to squirm he only holds you tighter, holds you in place.Â
âNo, baby.âÂ
You whimper, seeking the scent gland on his neck against your will. The smell makes your clit throb almost painfully.Â
âSugu, please,â you cry. Tears stream from your eyes, staining your loverâs skin.Â
ââS gonna be okay. Just let it happen. Donât fight it, love.âÂ
With each passing moment, you feel your fight slipping further and further away. Suguru rubs at the muscles in your back until youâre slumped against him, pitifully moaning like a wounded animal. Itâs not long before your body takes the reins, until you start desperately humping at his thigh, your clit throbbing almost painfully.Â
âThatâs it. Good girl.âÂ
Your eyes roll back at the praise and when Suguru grips your waist you cry out at the touch. Everywhere his skin meets yours feels electric. Youâre burning, burning, burning. Itâs not until Suguru lays you down on your back that you see the sopping patch of slick youâve left on his thigh. You whimper at the sight.Â
ââS okay, baby. âVe got you.â
Suguru is looking nearly as lost to the lust as you are. Only his willpower and intent keep him from shredding away your panties and breeding your cunt full that very second. Heâs never been in the presence of a scent so intoxicating. Heâs never been with you, or any omega, through a heat. He thought you smelled amazing before, but now⊠He is lost to you, lost to the heat he feels emanating from every inch of your skin, to the honeyed scent pouring from your neck, to the slick he sees staining through your panties. His dick twitches in his pants.Â
âLove you so much, baby. Gonna take such good care of ya,â he whispers. Instinct drives him forward until heâs plastered his lips to your jaw, licking and biting at the skin. You nearly scream at the sensation. You feel his touch everywhere, all at once. With your last coherent thoughts you know that this heat will be unlike any other youâve ever experienced. Itâs already so intense you can hardly think, and youâve only just begun.
âSugu,â you plead.Â
The sound of his name on your lips breaks him. His hand dips across your stomach, thumbing past the edge of your panties until heâs running his finger through your slit, gathering your slick and rubbing it against your clit.Â
You scream and thrash, so sensitive it nearly hurts, but he only moves to pin you beneath him, forcing you to take everything he gives.Â
âGonna make you feel âs good, baby.â he hums. Heâs lost to you, to your desires, to your needs. Every piece of him screams to please you, to take care of you, in every way possible.
He continues his messy circles on your clit and until youâre gasping, hole clenching around nothing, begging to be filled.Â
âS-SuguâŠâ you whine.
The growl that rips from his throat has you arching your back and bearing your throat in an act of submission. You hear a tear and watch your panties hit the floor. Your shirt follows and then youâre completely bare beneath your alpha. His eyes go black at the sight, pupils blown so wide you can hardly see a smidgen of their usual brown. Thereâs a deep rumble in his chest that has you keening and reaching for him, needing him. He doesnât waste time. His tongue finds your neck, laving sloppily at your scent gland and the sensation is so delicious that you writhe beneath him.Â
His fingers slide down your stomach, dipping between your thighs and rubbing at your clit. The touch is somehow gentle despite the complete and total hunger in his eyes, but it has you whining nonetheless. Every place he touches you, which is nearly everywhere, stings so delightfully that your eyes are already rolling back.
But you canât wait. You canât. Your body is starved, rabid, and you know what you need.
âSsssugu⊠pleaseâŠâ your words are hardly above a whisper, barely a breath, but your alpha still hears you, still knows what you want, what you need.Â
âI got you, baby⊠shhhhhâŠâ He gives a final lick to your scent gland before heâs leaning back on his knees, parting your thighs wide, exposing your leaking cunt. You can feel a puddle of slick beneath your ass, your hole clenching desperately around nothing, aching to be filled.Â
Warm hands slide up your skin and settle on your hips, tugging you a little further down the bed. You whimper, but donât have time to say anything before you feel him slipping through your folds. A glance down reveals his weeping tip, achingly flushed, bumping and rubbing against your clit. When did his pants come off? You donât know, you donât care, all that matters is that the sight steals your breath away.Â
âGonna knot you good, princess.âÂ
You nod, wanting nothing more than for him to make good on his promise. You claw and grip at his arms, chanting his name endlessly. His chest rumbles again and your thighs part further on instinct. Finally, he gives you what you want. You feel him pressing in, fat tip stretching you wide. One of his hands moves to press down on your tummy and the combination has tears pooling in your eyes.Â
He slides in slowly. With every inch you think he must be done, that you canât take any more. But you can, and you do. When heâs finally fully in your jaw is hanging open in ecstasy and your eyes are rolled back in your skull. His fingers brush your clit and your hips jerk.Â
âThatâs it. So good, baby. So fucking good.âÂ
Your tears flood over, racing down your cheeks. Heâs over you again, loose strands of black hair brushing your skin and forcing a whimper from your throat. He licks away your tears, lapping at your cheeks like youâre a fucking lollipop. His hips start thrusting in time with his licks, and itâs more than you can handle. Your thighs tremble and suddenly youâre begging. Pleading, whining, screaming for more. He gives it to you. One hand finds yours, twining your fingers together as he pounds into you so hard heâs rattling your skull. Heâs licking at your scent gland again, driving you further and further toward a cliff youâre afraid to fall from. You think this orgasm might shatter you, might break you so thoroughly youâll never be put back together again. You can feel it tightening at your core with each thrust, each lick, each kiss.Â
âFuck,â you hear him growl and whimper at the sound of his voice so close to your ear. ââM gonna bite you, princess. Gonna mark you up and knot you so good youâll see fucking stars.â You pant beneath him, unable to word how excited you are by his words, how deliciously they roll across your skin and seep into your spine. âTell me you didnât take your pill, baby. Tell me I can breed this pussy full and it wonât go to waste.â Heâs not talking about your suppressants you know, but rather the contraceptives you take in tandem with them. Of course you took it, but suddenly something makes you wish you hadn't. ââM gonna flush âem down the fucking toilet. Never letting you take that shit again.â
The primal part of you surges forward at the idea. It chants deep in your mind. Yes, yes, yesâŠ
âSuguuu⊠pleaseâŠâ It seems like those are the only words your tongue can form.
His lips press to yours, shushing you. âShhh, baby. Donâ worry. I got you.â He licks across your cheek and down across your jaw until he finds your scent gland again. His thrusts pick up again and you think you might pass out from how good you feel, from how tight your muscles are coiling. You can feel his knot pulsing inside you, preparing to fill you to the brim. Youâve never felt more ready for anything.Â
âSuguââÂ
And itâs at that moment that he makes good on his promise. His teeth sink into your neck and you feel your bond snap taut like a string, pulsing with the closeness of your connection. Itâs pure ecstasy. Suguruâs knot swells, notching tightly inside you and when you feel his cum pulsing into your womb itâs all too much. You think you must be screaming from the pleasure but you only hear the ringing in your ears as your orgasm washes over you. Your muscles clench, your toes curl, your back arches, you see those stars Suguru promised. Heat tingles through your limbs and down your spine and you think youâve probably just melted into the mattress. But you havenât, and when your vision returns, youâre panting and staring at the ceiling.Â
Suguru is above you and you can feel him still cumming, still releasing rope after rope of thick, hot cum into you. The sensation makes you groan and he laps at your neck, cleaning up the blood from the new mark heâs just given you. Your consciousness trickles back in, the primal piece of you partially sated for the time being. You remember the context of your situation, why youâre here and not at work, what youâre doing. Youâre puzzled by why youâd been so panicked by the idea of a heat before. How could you have been so reluctant, so scared, when nothing has ever felt this right?
Suguru is peppering you with kisses now, pulling you tight to his chest and rolling you both onto your sides where youâll stay until his knot softens.Â
âSleep, princess,â he says and he uses that tone that always compels you to listen, to please. You happily do as he says and when your eyes drift shut itâs not long before youâre lost to a world of comfortable darkness.Â
~
You wake to the throbbing again. All of the pent up need Suguru had sated has returned with a vengeance. You need him again, but it appears he already knows that.Â
You feel him between your legs, his hair fully loose now and tickling the insides of your thighs. Heâs eating you out, slurping up the cum thatâs leaking down your thighs and spitting it back onto your cunt. Itâs filthy, disgusting, and you love it.
âSuguââ you gasp and your hips buck. His eyes lock with yours and the smile he gives you nearly makes you come on the spot. He holds your gaze as he licks one last long stripe over your folds. You whimper and clench around nothing. Empty, empty, emptyâŠ
âSorry, baby,â he whispers against your skin. Heâs kissing his way up your body now, leaving little circles of spit that cool when they touch the air and make you shiver. ââY smelled so goodâŠâÂ
You whine and whimper, clawing at his back and leaving scratches you think might draw blood. Youâre too worried about getting him inside of you to check.
Youâre gasping like youâve never had a breath of air in your life, like youâve drowned and every touch he gives you fills your lungs with much-needed oxygen. His hands rub gently at your waist, but itâs not enough. You want him to wreck you, ruin you. You say as much.Â
âM-moreâŠâ you beg and when he hums against your neck you squirm desperately. Warm hands dig into your flesh and suddenly you find yourself flipped onto your stomach. You feel Suguru behind you, pushing your thighs apart with his knees. His hands find your hips again and lift, propping you up with your face still pressed to the pillows. When you whimper he runs a soothing hand up and down your spine.Â
ââS okay, baby. Relax. Lemme take care âve you.âÂ
Yes, yes, yes, you think. You donât think youâve ever wanted anything more. His fingers dig into your skin, holding you still when he feeds his dick into you, one inch at a time. You cry out, tearing at the sheets and begging for more, even when you already feel like youâre splitting in half. When heâs finally seated inside you he drapes himself over your back, brushing your hair over one shoulder to expose your neck. He leans in to lick you again, thrusting sharply the moment his tongue brushes your skin. You wail, pressing your face to the sheets and attempting to rock yourself back against him. One of his hands smooths over the flesh of your ass as he sets a pace, one that makes you bite down on a pillow to muffle your screams.Â
âNo.â Suguru uses that tone that makes you listen, that one that calls instinctively to the omega inside you, that urges you to please. He reaches for your pillow, tossing it aside and letting his hand curl around your throat as he continues to fuck you, letting his fingers feel the vibrations of every noise you make. âLet me hear you, baby. Always let me hear you.âÂ
You nod, eager to make him happy, eager to do as he says. You donât dare restrain a single sound, eyes rolling back. The angle he has you at has your thighs trembling. Heâs so deep, so close. You feel his heartbeat against your back, feel his tongue on your skin, his hand on your throat, his cock at your cervix.
When he groans, you groan with him, feeling his dick pulse inside you, his knot beginning to swell. You need it, need it so bad you can hardly stand it.Â
âP-please, please, pleaseââ
He swells inside you, locking your bodies together as his orgasm hits. Itâs all you need to find your own. You wail into the mattress, cunt clenching and legs trembling until you collapse, flattening against the beg. Suguru follows you down, wrapping his arms around your waist and whispering in your ear.
âTake it all, baby. Good girl. Take it allâŠâÂ
You nod, not even sure what youâre agreeing to. All you can feel is his cum flooding your insides, pulsing and pumping so deep into you that you swear your tummy is swelling with the sheer amount of it. Still, your body wants more, clenching and milking him for every last drop, just like he asked.
When you both come down from your orgasms he pulls you into his chest once again, whispering promises of protection and love that lull you into a trance-like state of happiness. When you fall asleep again, heâs chanting a word that your omega repeats right back to him. âMine, mine, mine.â
When you wake again itâs to the sound of Geto staying true to his word and flushing every last birth control pill you have straight down the toilet. Your omega surges at the idea, but one mewl from you and heâs back in your arms, like youâre somehow the one in charge, not him. With every passing moment, you being to think that might be true- that perhaps a heat does not makes you as weak as you thought. Your alpha submits as much to you as you submit to him.
The week is spent in a frenzy. You do not measure by the numbers on the clock or where the sun is in the sky, rather you know time only as how long itâs been since Suguruâs been locked inside you. If it were up to you, youâd never stop, but Geto forces you to sleep, to eat, to bathe. Of course, heâs never far away when youâre following his instructions and you usually get a kiss and his knot as a reward for being such a good girl.Â
Itâs ten days later when your heat finally starts to wane. It feels as though every inch of you is covered in him. Bites, hickies, kisses, cum⊠no part of you has been left untouched. Suguru has had you everywhere. The bed, the shower, the bath, the kitchen. Every surface in the whole apartment reeks of sex and slick. He never keeps you too far from the bedroom, though, where youâve piled up mountains of his shirts and sheets. Anything that smells like him, anything that can keep you tethered in those brief moments when Suguru goes to fetch you food or water or run you a bath. He takes care of you, just like he promised.Â
When you wake completely clear-headed for the first time in well over a week, itâs to Suguruâs arms and lips. Heâs got you all wrapped up in him, his arms locked around your waist almost like he expects you to bolt. You almost do when everything comes flooding back to you, this time with a completely clear conscience. But then he kisses your neck and whispers a delightful little, âwelcome back, babyâ against your neck and suddenly youâre realizing how⊠revitalized you feel, like a part of you has finally been properly satisfied after years of waiting. Youâd always hated this, always hated the part of you that begged and cowered, hated heats- but maybe with Suguru⊠they really werenât all that bad.
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kageyama tobio is the friend groups boyfriend
facetime call⊠tobio <3
âsorry, guys, my boyfriendâs calling me.â you excuse yourself to the next room, closing the door to muffle the laughs coming from your friends.
swiping to answer, youâre immediately greeted by an unflattering shot of tobioâs nose. suppressing the giggle threatening to escape, youâre about to greet him when he goes,
âtheyâre out of mango, is peach okay?â
youâre confused.
âsorry?â
âi know she like mango green tea, but they donât have it.â your boyfriend moves the phone back for you to recognize the interior of the bubble tea shop you always go to. it suddenly hits you that heâs not only grabbing drinks for you and your friends without asking, he remembers all your orders as well. you canât help but coo at how sweet he is, missing your two friends sneaking up behind you and looking over your shoulder at the screen.
âhi tobio!â they both greet, and you see the phone shake as your boyfriend raises his hand to wave before returning to his unflattering pose.
âthey donât have mango green tea today, is peach okay?â he repeats his initial question, and you look at your friend for an answer.
it takes her a second to realize heâs speaking to her, âdo they have lychee?â
you see tobioâs eyes look towards the board, he nods his head in confirmation.
âiâll see you soon.â he says. âlove you, baby.â
you canât help but grin at him, repeating the phrase as your friends fawn over the two of you.
after you hang up, you canât suppress the grin on your face as you all move back to the living room of your apartment, mind completely occupied with the fact that you have the most amazing boyfriend in the world. itâs only when you feel a buzz from your phone that your grin turns into a full on laugh.
tobio <3: btw what are their names again?
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Am I Playing All Right Now?
Kento Nanami x You
Explicit Smut 18+ (đ«Minors DNIđ«)
Kento Nanami has been your respectful, loving boyfriend for two months now. All youâve done so far is kiss, and you want more with him. He refuses for your sake, warning of his roughness. So, you take matters into your own hands and convince him to put in âjust the tipâ.Â
Relevant tags: just the tip challenge, dom! Kento Nanami, clothed sex, couch sex, clit slapping, brief use of leather belt, hard and rough sex, doggy-style, hair pulling, manhandling, big dick-Nanami <3, dirty talk, degrading, unprotected sex, creampie, I don't use "y/n" for immersion
Music recommended while reading: Dollhouse (The Weekend, Lily Rose Depp, âŠbaby one more time (The Marias), Like U (Rosenfeld)
A/N: this is filthy and I love it, my first Nanami piece <3 enjoy!! (Read on Ao3 if you prefer!)
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The night had gone great. You two had a fantastic dinner at a fine restaurant, and now youâre at his house, getting hot and heavy on the couch. Youâre sat in his lap, straddling his waist, the hem of your dress riding up your thighs as the fabric gives to accommodate him between your legs. Your hands are running over the muscles of his chest, only the thin layer of his dress shirt between your touch and his skin. His palms are on your waist, pulling you closer, pressing you so firmly against him that you can feel the blunt heat of his hard cock beneath the confines of his slacks.Â
You can feel adrenaline pumping through your veinsâtonight is the night. Every time you two get close to having sex, he pulls away, saying he isnât ready, but right now it feels so different, so electricâ
He hums, punctuating the kiss and pulling back, giving you room to breathe. Your stomach sinks, no, this isnât what you want, you wantâ
âWe should stop here for the night,â He murmurs, and you look into his eyes, a frown tugging your lips down at their corners.Â
âBut youâre hard,â You protest, âKento, pleaseâŠweâve waited long enough, and you clearly want thisâŠâ
His jaw tightens as he takes a breath. âI doâŠbut we canât.â
Now youâre just confused. â...canât?â
He sighs heavily, giving you no explanation, but nodding. âNow, letâs mââ
âNo, hold on,â You interrupt him, âKento, tell me why? I-is it me? Do youâŠnot wantâŠ?â
âItâs definitely not you,â He dispels quickly, âItâs me, okay?â
âWhat about you?â You press, searching his eyes. âIs itâŠare youâŠworried about your performance?â
That gets him to widen his eyes a fraction in surprise. âN-no, itâs not that. ItâsâŠalright, look, itâsâŠitâs that I donât want to hurt you.â
It isnât enough of an answer for you. âAndâŠwhat do you mean by that?â
âYouâŠyou know me to be this nice, gentlemanly man, donât you?â He asks, a sort of resigned weight to his eyes. âWhich, I am. But not when it comes to sex.â
The wheels turn in your head. âSoâŠyouâreâŠ?â
âIâm rough,â He finally states, âAnd itâsâŠitâs not everyoneâs cup of tea. Iâm afraid to hurt you or scare you away. Of course I wouldnât do anything you donât want, butâŠyou just seem so sweet andââ
âWoah,â You stop him in the middle of his sentence. âDo you think youâre the only one with duality? You donât think I can be different in bed? Do you think Iâm some porcelain doll youâll break if youâre not careful?â
He considers this for a moment before sighing. âYou donât understand.â
âSo then make me understand,â You challenge him, running your hands up his chest. âPlease, Kento. I can take it.â
âNo,â He denies, âYou donât know what youâre asking for.â
Seeing his hesitance, you decide to switch tactics. You reach for his hands on your waist, taking his wrists and raising his palms up to the front of your dress. You guide them to rest over your breasts, allowing him to touch them through the thin cloth. Youâd decided not to wear a bra for the night since the article had thin straps, and he immediately can feel that, a flash of desire flitting within his eyes.
Riding the wave of his interest, you tell him, âI want you bad, Kento.â
He inhales forcefully, allowing himself to knead the soft flesh beneath his hands. His thumbs graze over your hardening nipples, your teeth dragging over your bottom lip instinctively. To drive your point home, you grind down on him, the only thing on beneath your dress being the panties youâd hoped heâd see when you had put them on earlier in the day.
âYouâre playing dangerous,â He warns, voice thin and strained.Â
âMaybe I want dangerous.â
He finally lets out a groan, surging forward and capturing your lips in another kiss. Itâs more forceful this time, and all you can do is give complete control to him.Â
He flips your positions so smoothly, you hardly feel it; you just suddenly feel your back hit the cushion of his couch, a gasp pushed from your mouth. His hands make quick work sliding up your dress, fingers hooking underneath your waistband.
Kento speaks against your mouth lowly. âLace?â
You swallow hard, nodding. âYeah.â
âExpensive?â
The question catches you off guard. âUh, no, not rââ
A swift, harsh tug and the sound of fabric ripping later, he holds the scrap lace in his hand, now mangled and unusable. He just tore them clean off.
âHoly shit,â You breathe, now suddenly aware of how bare you are beneath your dress. He must become aware of that fact too, because without a moment to spare, heâs pushing the article up to your waist, exposing you to his eyes. A rosy flush spreads over the bridge of your nose as he looks at your naked lower half unabashedly, a type of hunger you have never seen before nor known he was capable of in his eyes.
He tosses your ruined panties to the floor and fiddles with his belt, undoing the buckle. Your gaze follows his movements, watching his hands expertly tug the leather strap from its loops in his pants.
Then, he surprises you by holding the edge without the buckle and running it along your inner thigh. You shiver, observing him and wondering what his next move will be. He runs it all the way up, reaching the apex of your leg and placing it right over your mound. The cool leather feels unfamiliar there.
âCan I?â
Your attention is pulled to his voice, and for a moment you arenât sure what he means. Then it dawns on you.
Oh.
No oneâs ever done that to you. ButâŠyou arenât opposed. Youâre curious.
You nod.
âWords.â
Oh, damn.
âYes, you can.â
âGood girl.â
You donât have time to pay attention to the rush of hormones that praise gives you, because a harsh sting of pleasure suddenly hits your senses as he brings the end of the belt down, slapping your clit with it.
âAh!â You jump slightly, shock, arousal, and fascination flooding you all at once.
âHow was that?â He asks, watching you carefully. You take stock of yourselfâŠand are intrigued to find that you liked it. As soon as you realize that, you understand that Kento is about to show you an entire new world previously unexplored to you.
Your eyes lock with his. âIt was good.â
A mixture of relief and desire swarm his gaze. âYou liked that?â
âYeah.â
Without warning, he does it again, a little harder, and you cry out this time, unused to the strangely welcome sensation.
âStill good?â
âYes.â
âGood girl.â
Your next breath is shaky. âMore.â
He wastes no time in delivering exactly what you want. Over and over again, until your pearl is red and swollen and the folds beneath are glistening with need, belt shiny with a bit of it. He stops once you reach this state, making sure you see as he licks it off the belt. Your lips part, entranced, and he drops the accessory, instead moving to undo the front of his slacks. Your heart begins racingâbut then he pauses, seeming to deflate slightly.
âIâm not gonna go all the way,â He states, âI donât have condoms.â
âWhat?â Your voice is more than a little indignant. âButâŠhow?â
âI wasnât planning to do this tonight.â
He pulls his cock from its restriction in his briefs, pushing his waistbands down to the tops of his thighs, and the sight of the thick, red shaft as your mouth watering and your core pulsing around nothing.Â
You think heâs changed his mind as he lines it up, but then he just glides it against your folds, coating it in your essence and using it to rub against you, the feeling intense due to the sensitivity of your previously abused clit, but not what you crave.
âKento,â You whimper, watching him rub himself off as he plays with you using his cock. âPleaseâŠâ
âWeâre not risking a pregnancy,â He maintains, âItâs not wise.â
You are beyond frustrated at this point, entrance weeping for attention, and you swear the desire is so bad you can feel your entire core sore and empty, vying to be filled and stretched.
What can you say that will get him to do it, even just a little bit?
Wait. Just a little bit.
âWhat about just the tip?â
His eyes narrow. âWhat?â
âJust the tip,â it comes out needier than you had intended, but god damn it youâre horny and all out of shame twice over.
Kento takes a good look at you, at himself and the position youâre in, sucking in a controlled breath for the umpth time that night.
Then, he lines up again, cockhead pressing against your entrance. âYouâre going to regret asking for it.â
Is he challenging you? Whatever. What. Ever. Youâve reached a point where if you donât get his cock soon your heart may actually give out.Â
âLet me decide that.â
His jaw sets tightly before finally, finally, he cants his hips forward, pushing the tip of his shaft inside of you.Â
As soon as itâs in, your head falls back on the couch, hips starting to roll without your permission. Your body wants him all on its own, and youâre no longer in command of it. He groans, pulling out and then pushing it back in, only the tip again, and you whimper in half bliss and half frustration.
You want more.Â
You understand the true meaning of temptation now. Youâve had the first bite of the proverbial apple, and itâs shocking how eager you are to devour the rest to its core.
Everytime he pushes in, never going past the smooth head of his cock, you moan, wordlessly begging for more. Thereâs a worry in his brow and a tenseness to his jaw that indicates just how much self-control heâs exercising, and as you look up at him, you realize heâs still pretty much fully clothedâhis tie is pristine around his neck, shirt fully buttoned up, only his dick out and vulnerable to your eyes.Â
Itâs unfair, and you seek to change that.
Your hand loops into his tie and yanks him down by it, taking him by surprise. He has to catch himself on his hands to avoid falling on you, a grunt escaping his lips as it causes him to slide further into you.
In a lowered hiss, he asks you, âwhat do you think youâre doing?â
The tone is so vindictive it has any words dying on your tongue. All it takes is a moment before heâs forcefully breathing out and lifting himself off of you, cock withdrawing from between your legs.
You open your mouth to protest, and thatâs when your world spins.Â
You were face up, but now youâre on your hands and knees on the couch, having to brace yourself as he manhandles you silently. Thereâs not even a moment for you to acclimate to your new position before you feel his fingers loop through your hair as youâd done to his belt, and in one motion, he grabs your hip with his free hand and slams all the way into you, pulling your hair back hard to make you arch for him.
A loud cry splits through the air and itâs only when he starts repeatedly fucking hard and fast into you with the entirety of his monstrous size that you realize the sound was from you.
âSee what happens when you push me?â His voice is hoarse and gritty, more like a growl than a whisper, a dull ache inside of you where heâs currently remolding the shape of your walls.
All you can do is make incoherent noises, and you arenât sure whether theyâre from pain, pleasure, or a mixture of both. His grip on your hair isnât letting up and it hurts, but youâve also never felt so completely out of control of yourself and somehow it just feels freeing to you.Â
âHuh?â He asks, and itâs then you realize you never replies to him verbally. You muster up the strength to speak.
âY-yeahâŠâ it sounds breathy and whiney, completely foreign in the contours of your voice.
âYou happy now? Happy you got me to fuck you like the greedy whore you are?â
The harsh word ripples through you hotly and you moan, nodding as good as you can. âYesâŠâ
âYes?â He asks, breathless, and he lets go of your hair in favor of wrapping his hand around your neck from behind. âYou like being screwed like a whore?â
Apparently, you do. This is new information to you as well. You nod, gasping as he grabs your hand and presses it over your abdomen, where you can feel the flesh rising and falling in tandem with his thrusts.Â
âFeel that?â He asks, âthatâs me inside of you.â
âOh god,â You rasp, the knowledge of him so deep inside your body going right to your head. You can feel your mound weeping all over yours and his thighs, the wet slap tell-tale of just how much youâre enjoying this. Just the realization has you fluttering around him, a sensation that isnât lost on him.
âFuck,â he breathes, âYou really do like this, huh?â
You nod. âYes, yes, KentoâŠâ
He groans, leaning forward and kissing the juncture of your neck and shoulder, brushing your hair out of the way.Â
âSuch a good girl for meâŠmy good little slut.â
You shudder, eyes squeezing shut as he speeds his movements up, the hand that was pressing yours to your stomach moving down to the slippery mess that is your swollen clit.
The big palm of his on your neck slides the thin straps of your dress down your shoulders and dips into the neckline of it, grasping your breast as if to claim ownership of it.Â
âOh my god,â You breathe again, hips twitching at all of the stimulation, face hot, entrance thoroughly fucked open and sloppy, debauched by Kento like a destructive form of artwork.
His middle finger massages circles into your sensitive pearl as he continues the grueling pace of his hips, lips pressed to the back of your neck, and all at once it becomes too much.
It crashes into you like the unforgiving wave of the raging ocean, sweeping you into the depths of pleasure.
You cum so hard on his cock he physically has to stop moving, your hold on him so tight heâs locked inside of you. Thatâs the moment that he follows, spilling his pent up, heavy load into you with a hiss of pleasure.Â
Your arms and knees feel like jelly. Your walls are sore and throbbing, completely exhausted from his ravaging. But all you feel is feather-light. Finally, finally you did it. And it was better than your wildest imagination.
Lips place a tender kiss on your shoulder, his labored breaths slowing back to regulation. You feel his cheek rest upon the skin of your upper back. Both of his hands massaging along the sides of your hips.
âIâm sorry we waited so long. I just figured it would be too intense for you.â
You shake your head, turning it to look back at him as he straightens up and carefully pulls out.Â
âDonât do that again.â
The corner of his lips turns up slightly. âOh no, I wonât make that mistake twice. In factâŠthereâs something else I want to do now.â
âAnd whatâs that?â
âI want to test your limits.â
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A/N: here's my Nanami masterlist :) this is the first piece but lmk what else you want me to write for him! Hope you enjoyed.
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summary: old man!logan finds himself having a breeding kink.
cws/tags: smut, mdni! old man!logan. fem!reader. heavy breeding kink. dom/sub dynamics. unprotected p in v. pet names. not proofread.Â
Loganâs younger self would not approve of this idea.Â
Hell, it would not even cross his youthful, unbound, and liberated version. Younger Logan would have brushed off the idea - dodging it like a bullet - revolting against it.Â
Having a kid? A noisy five-year-old child running around the house, screaming and kicking everything in sight? Yeah, fuck no.Â
Heâd even hate just thinking about it.Â
But now that years have gone by and heâs almost hitting 200 years of ageâa lot has changed in how he sees things, alright. Suddenly heâs not that idealistic-insufferable-annoying fuck anymore.
The heavy feels of his own body, his poor visions, his utter tiredness and wounds are slowly tended by settling down with you. Living in a small countryside home just outside Texas is the life Logan needed all along.
So he just canât fucking help it when he sees how you act with those children at the Barbeque party. How you treat them with such care as if theyâre yours.Â
The smile plastered on your face after you give each one of them a cookie is Heaven sent for Logan. Heâs too focused on being mesmerized by your acts that he almost does not realize how his trousers feel tighter.
He quickly hides his bulge whilst embarrassed of himself, thinking âM fuckinâ old for this shit. But who gives a fuck anyway?Â
Oh, he in the past would not approve of this at all.Â
âFuck. Youâd look so fuckinâ good with yâr belly swollen with my child.â Logan grunts out, thrusting his girth into you as his mind fills up with visions of you carrying his child.Â
The images themselves make Logan go feralâgrowling when he feels how your velvet walls manage to clench around him.
âA-ah! Please!â The high-pitched noise you let out is almost humiliating as you bounce yourself on top of your husband, making the head hit your gummy spot every time you fall down.
âHm? Yâwant that, Little Missy? Want me tâgive you a baby?â His calloused fingers rub shapes on your sticky skin, guiding your hips as he tries to search for the answer in your eyes.
You reply with a frantic nod, your mind feels empty as his tip deliciously kisses your cervix. The thought of being full of his seed, pregnant and giving him a babyâmakes your eyes roll back in pleasure.
With one movement, Logan manages to manhandle you to a new position, his cock never slips out from your heat, âWant this old man tâgive you one? Make you a momma?âÂ
The sound of his full balls slapping against your ass makes you squeeze your eyes shut.Â
Now clearly hearing the obscene moans emitting through the dim room, âYeahyeahyeaâW-wanna be a mommaââ
While you wonder how he still has this much stamina at that age, Logan leans down to your ear and buries his face on your neck, âPretty wife. Gonna make the cutest goddamn babies, yâknow thaâ?âÂ
His palms hold your thighs spread open to reach deeper inside you, âLet me fill yaâ up real good.â
Loganâs eyes flicker to watch your pussy swallow his cock in and out. The sight alone makes him throw his head and let guilt wash him over for a minute.
He feels pervertedâcorrupting you by plugging his cock to the hilt as if it is trying to mold your insides. A dilemma growing.
You could feel how his thrusts steadily became desperate, âL-Lo.â Whining out, your fingers crawl into his back to pull him tighter.Â
He canât fucking wait to have you round up. Shit. Youâd be so dependent on himâneed him at all times. And heâd fulfill everything you ask him to do. Logan would never even let you move an inch.Â
Everything caught up to him as an acute wave, âF-Fuck. There yaâ go, baby.â Logan mutters - his hands shake slightly as they lose their grip on your thighs.Â
His cock never pulling out, âDâya think it takes, pretty?â You could feel him deep inside youâhow your walls are painted by his thick ropes of cum.Â
Logan gives lazy circles of his hips before pressing a sweet kiss on your lips, whispering several âI love youâsâ before lowering himself so his face could level with your pussy. Â
âFuck.â The older man has never seen a far more beautiful sight than this. Watching his cum begin to leak out of you makes his cock twitches again.Â
The scruffy feel of his beard scratches your inner thighs as he leans closerâdragging the tips of his fingers along your folds before plugging his digits back inside.Â
âLogan-n!âÂ
A deep rumble comes out of Logan, âShh. Be a good girl for your husband, yeah? Needâa to make sure it takes.â
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Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby (Logan Howlett x fem!Reader)
A/N: This took way longer than expected, and I also sort of got carried away...Hope it still lives up to the requester's expectations (I also saw that the anon asked for fluff...and this ended up being fluff and smut...hope that's okay). Def some errors...I only proofread twice. This one is also inspired by "Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby" by Cigarettes After Sex. Enjoy!
Summary: Logan's kindness towards you is strictly friendly. Until it's not just friendly anymore...
Warnings: SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI! Unprotected PIV, Oral (f!receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms (uh, they're outside...), grumpy!Logan, cursing, major angst, comfort, fluff, references to canon typical violence/death/conflicts, f!reader/afab!reader (reader has hair at the nape of her neck but no description of length/texture/color), mutant!reader, def some grammatical errors, I think that's it.
Word Count: 4,662 my back hurts
It had been a long day. Every day was a long day. There were the kids to worry about, and then there was the rest of the world. Thereâs a war coming, you see it everywhere you look, and hear it everywhere you go. The news. The papers. The kids whispering in hushed echoes late at night when youâre walking the halls sleeplessly. You donât want a war. You want a life.Â
The mansion is still bustlingâit always isâbut itâs slowly winding down. You listen as kids walk up the stairs in waves, heading into their bedrooms for the night. You know you should too, but you like it when the mansion gets quiet. You like knowing that everyone is safe, tucked away. You like it when no one else is aroundâwhen you can be alone, the stillness and quiet of a dark and sleeping house cradling you like a mother. Â
You find yourself in one of the living rooms, the T.V. still on, playing reruns of a cartoon you recognize from years ago. You smile as laughter erupts from down the hall, the padding of small feet echoing along the floorboards and the sound of much heavier boots following close behind.Â
âHey! Watch it!â A grumpy, familiar voice shouts as kids run past the doorway to the living room, giggling mischievously. âFucking kids.â You turn towards the sound of Loganâs voice as it bounces off the walls, his frame entering the doorway.Â
He has a plate of cookies in one hand and a glass of milk in the other as he strides over to you.Â
âHi,â you say sheepishly, smiling up at him. Heâs in his beater and his jeans and that leather jacket that hugs him just the right way. You try not to think about how good he looks as he places the plate and the glass down on the coffee table in front of you. Friends donât think about friends like that, and thatâs all you two are: friends.
âThought you might want a snack,â he mumbles, pointing to the cookies. âAnd maybe someone to talk to. Youâve got that look on your face.â
You roll your eyes, staring at him incredulously. âWhat look?â
âThat sleepy, stressed face you make,â he starts, walking around the coffee table and taking the spot on the couch right next to you. âWhen youâre listening to everyone, making sure theyâre alright.â
âIâm fine,â you say, reaching for a cookie. Logan sits up and grabs the glass of milk, extending it out to you. âReally, I am,â you promise, but you know he can tell that youâre lying.Â
You take the glass from him, and his hand falls to your thigh. The feeling of his skin against yours is intoxicating. He works his jaw and opens his mouth. âWhatâs going onââ
âLogan?â Storm cuts him off, standing in the doorway. Her gaze is focused on Loganâs hand resting on your thigh. âDid you make tea?â
His eyes flicker between you and Storm. You tilt your head, waiting for his response. âYes,â he answers, his hand lifting from your thigh as he stands. The spot is suddenly cold. You want to grab his hand and yank him back down.Â
âWell, the water is about to boil,â she says, smirking as the kettle begins to whistle.Â
Logan mutters a quick shit under his breath as he prowls out of the living room and down the hall to the kitchen. Storm giggles as she watches him, shaking her head. She squints at the cookies and milk, and then at you. You nervously place the milk back down on the coffee table.
âWow,â is all she says, her arms crossing her chest as she leans against the frame of the doorway. You can hear Logan shuffling around the kitchen, closing cabinets and cursing. âAll this for you, huh?â
Your jaw drops just a bit at her words, their meaning instantly smacking you in the face. âO-oh, no,â you stutter defensively. âItâs not like that.âÂ
The conversation quickly ends as Logan walks into the living room with a cup of tea, passing Storm and heading to the couch. He sits down next to you and places the tea in front of you. The tag of the tea bag hangs over the side of the mug, steam wafting off the top. Â
âYou like tea, right?â He asks as you lean over and grab the warm mug in your hands. The heat feels good, but not as good as when his hand was on your thigh.Â
You nod, swallowing those feelings down as you blow into the cup to cool the hot liquid inside. âThanks, Logan.â You smile, and he smiles back.Â
Storm is still in the doorway, a soft laugh stuck in her throat. âIâll leave you two alone.â And before you can protest, sheâs gone, her heels clicking down the hardwood floors of the hallway.Â
Alone now with Logan, you canât help but feel nervous. You bring the mug to your lips and finally take a sip, the hot tea dripping down your throat. Was Storm right? No. This is just a friend looking out for a friend. Thereâs no deeper meaning. So what if Logan brought you cookies and milk? So what if he made tea for you? Heâs just being nice, kind, caring. Thatâs what he always isâŠto you at least. Maybe only to youâ
âHey, everything okay?â Loganâs voice yanks you back to reality, his palm suddenly warm on your thigh again. You jump at the sensation, accidentally spilling tea on Loganâs hand and all over your thighs.Â
âShit,â you mutter, the liquid stinging just a bit against your bare skin. âIâm so sorry,â you say, placing the cup down on the coffee table. When you look back up, Logan is gone. You can hear scuffling in the kitchen again, drawers opening and slamming closed.Â
âWhat the fuck are you doing, Logan?â Scottâs voice chastises in the distance.Â
Logan scoffs, his footsteps echoing against the tile floors. âFuck off, Summers,â he chides, and you canât help but laugh at their bickering.Â
âThink thatâs funny?â Logan teases, suddenly in front of you. He rushes over, kneeling next to you. He has a towel in his hand. âYou okay?â He asks. âAnything hurt?â
You shake your head from side to side. âNope, all good,â you say, grinning, ready for him to pass you the towel. But he doesnâtâheâs cleaning you up himself.Â
He rubs the towel gently across your thighs, sopping up all the tea. His touch is soft and careful. You can feel heat rise to your chest at the closenessâthe intimacy of it all. You take a deep breath, struggling to calm your heart as he takes his time taking care of you.Â
âYou sure youâre alright?â He whispers, his eyes suddenly searching yours. The towel hikes up a bit further, the tip brushing against the hem of your shorts. Youâre dizzied by his touch, by the comforting way he smiles up at you as he lets the towel fall to the side. Both of his hands are on you now, one on each thigh. His thumbs brush soft shapes into your skin.Â
Just friends, you say to yourself. Just friends just friends justâ
âHey guâoh,â Bobby stutters, standing in the doorway with Peter. âS-sorry to interrupt. We didnât mean toââ
âWhat do you two want?â Logan cuts him off, his hands slipping off your thighs as he stands to face the boys. You can hear the gruff annoyance in this voice. âNo privacy in this goddamn mansion,â he mutters under his breath so low you almost donât hear it.Â
âCharles told us to come get you, Logan,â Bobby continues nervously. âHe has to talk to you about something.âÂ
Logan groans, irritated as ever. âFine. Tell him Iâll be there in a second.âÂ
Bobby and Peter nod, too nervous to say anything else, and walk away. Logan is still standing in the same spot. You can tell heâs thinking, contemplating something.Â
âYou better go,â you say, cocking your head towards the hall. âCanât keep the professor waiting,â you joke. You watch as the corner of his mouth twitches up. Your heart squeezes in your chest at the sight of turning his frown into a smile.Â
He turns his body so that heâs completely facing you. His throat bobs as his hands curl into fists at his sides. He looks like heâs holding back, resistingâbut what? You canât quite tell.Â
âLogan?â Charlesâ voice calls from down the hall.Â
âI wanna see that plate clean when I get back,â Logan finally says, pointing to the cookies.Â
You let out a laugh as he walks to the doorway. âYes sir,â you pledge, hand on your heart. His smile widens, his eyes grazing up and down your body, as if committing your form to his memory. What youâre seeing canât be right; it has to be an illusion. You almost think he doesnât want to leave youâcanât leave you. His feet are planted on the ground, his arms tucked against his chest.Â
He opens his mouth, but the Professor interrupts him before he can get a word in. âLogan!â
Logan steps out of the doorway impatiently, fists still clutched at his side. âMeet me on the lawn in thirty minutes, okay?â he huffs out, walking down the hallway towards Charlesâ voice before you can give him an answer. Charles calls him again. âYeah, yeah, old man. I hear you!âÂ
Thirty minutes. Just thirty minutes. You canâabsolutely cannotâwait thirty minutes.
God. You are so lovesick.
Twenty-five minutes later youâre sitting out on the lawn, far away from the mansion, waiting for Logan, popping the last cookie into your mouth.Â
You lay down on your back, the cold, wet grass sending a shiver down your spine. Thereâs a light breeze in the air, bending the green blades and the leaves of the trees back and forth. You look up at the stars, imagining just how hot they are, just how bright they can shine.Â
âYou finished the cookies!â Loganâs voice calls from a few feet away. You sit up, watching the shadow of his form make his way over to you. You can see the smile spread across his face as he reaches your slide, crouching down and sitting next to you.Â
âOf course I did,â you say. Heâs looking down at you, his eyes flickering across your face. You want to look away, but you canât. Itâs like heâs got you stuck thereâhe always does. He is the one thing you canât resist.Â
Loganâs shoulder bumps against yours, the sudden warmth reminding you just how cold you are. You shiver, crossing your arms and tucking them into your chest.Â
You instinctively and involuntarily lean into his touch, searching for warmth. He catches on to what youâre doing before you do. âCold?â He asks, shuffling a bit in his spot as he lifts his jacket.  Â
âO-oh no itâs okay you donâtââ But then heâs taking off his jacket and draping it over your shoulders.Â
âBetter?â He asks, his arm wrapping around your shoulders too, inviting you to lean into him completely.
âY-yeah,â You stutter, letting your head rest against his chest. You close your eyes, too nervous to keep them open. His jacket smells like himâpine and tobacco and musk. Every breath you take is intoxicating. Heâs everywhere, flooding your senses. Itâs overwhelming, but thereâs nowhere else youâd rather be than with him.Â
He sighs, his breath fanning against your forehead. âSo, whatâs the matter?â He asks, tugging you in tighter.Â
You shake your head, looking up at him. âNothing,â you say, doing your best to be convincing. âIâm fine.â But you know itâs no use. He can see right through you. Itâs like knowing when youâre lying is part of his mutation.
Logan raises his brows. âYouâre stressed.â It isnât a question, itâs a fact. âI could see it before, when we were inside. I can see it when youâre teaching the kids.â He rubs his hand up and down your arm, the feeling almost distracting you from his words. His eyes search yours for the truth, for an answer. âYou can talk to me, darlinâ. Iâm right here.â
Your breath hitches in your throat as those last three words replay in your mind. You swallow your nerves down, searching for the right thing to say.Â
âWhat if weâre in danger?â You stumble over the sentence quickly, shooting it out into the air like itâs something youâve wanted to get rid of for a long time. âWhat if the stupid war theyâre always talking about comes, and we arenât ready?â You can feel your heart racing, tears brimming behind your eyes.Â
Logan presses a kiss to your forehead, the warm feeling of his lips unexpected but welcome. âHey,â he coos, his lips still pressed against your skin. âItâs gonna be okay.âÂ
A tear slides down your cheek. The words come out like vomit, each syllable slipping off your tongue in rapid-fire succession. âBut what if itâs not? What if I canât protect the kids or the team or you for fuckâs sake?â You canât stop the floodgatesâtears flowing freely down your cheeks. Youâre speaking between sobs now. âWhat if they get to us before we can convince them that mutants arenât something to be wiped out or some disease to be cured? What ifââÂ
Loganâs arms wrap around your body, tugging you against his chest, pulling you as close as possible. âIâm not gonna let that happen,â he murmurs. âWeâre going to figure this out. Weâre going to be okay.âÂ
âH-how do you know?â You choke, your chest heaving against his. âWhat ifâ"
âNo more what ifs,â he whispers, his hands rubbing against the leather of the jacketâhis jacketâon your back. âNo oneâs gonna hurt you, sweetheart. Iâve got you.â He presses a kiss to the side of your head. âGonna keep you safe, okay?â
âO-okay,â you mutter. âGonna k-keep you safe, too.âÂ
Logan hums, the bassy timber of his voice filling your ears, calming your mind. âDonât worry about me,â he pauses, one hand reaching up to the nape of your neck, rubbing circles into the sensitive skin there. âJust let me worry about you.âÂ
âAlways gonna worry about you,â you say, not backing down.Â
You can feel his heart beating against yours. âYou donât have to right now,â he soothes. âLet me take care of you.â
You donât protestâdonât try to fight him this time. You let him pull you into his lap, let him hold you closer, let him play with the hair at the nape of your neck.  You can feel his lips on the crown of your head. Heâs so closeâcloser than heâs ever been before. He feels so good, so firm and solid underneath you, so steadfast and constant. Heâs a lifeline, a necessity. A safe placeâasylum.Â
It has always been him that you need, and youâd be a liar to say otherwise.Â
Logan finally breaks the silence. âWhat are you thinking about?â He asks.  You, you think.Â
âMe?â What?Â
âDid I justâŠâ you trail off. âDid I say that out loud?â
âYeah, you did,â he husks, his hands lowering down your back, slipping under the jacket and your thin t-shirt to the bare skin underneath. His palms are warm, and his touch is tentative, hesitant. âThis okay?â
âY-yes,â you stammer, and Logan starts to draw patterns and shapes across your back. âFeels nice.â Your voice is soft and shaky as he explores your skin. Â
âIâve been thinking about you too, you know,â he whispers at the shell of your ear. His nails drag across your back. You move your legs to straddle him. âYouâre the only thing on my mind, princess.â He presses his forehead to yours as if to show you, to prove to you that heâs telling the truth. You shudder at the words, at the thought. He presses a chaste kiss to your nose, lowering his lips until theyâre just centimeters from yours.Â
The world feels frozen. Youâve long forgotten youâre outside, the breeze cutting across the grass. Youâve forgotten about the stars twinkling above you. Theyâre nothingâjust balls of heat burning out millions of miles away. Youâve forgotten about all the hatred youâre forced to face, all the variables and lives at stake in this stupid war. Your mind is calm. Everything is suddenly nothing.Â
Everything is him. Logan.Â
âLogan,â you mumble. Itâs a plea, a prayer, a demand. And he knows exactly what youâre asking for as his name hangs in the air between the two of you.Â
His lips crash down onto yours, tasting you, savoring you. But it isnât languid or slowâitâs rushed, frantic, starving, as if your world is ending; it very well could be. Heâs pushing you down onto the grass, his muscular arms on either side of your head, caging you in underneath him.Â
âWanted you this whole time,â he pants in between kisses. âNeeded you, couldnât stop thinking about you. Still canât.â He pushes the jacket open with one of his hands and hitches your shirt up. He lowers himself onto his forearm as his nails drag up your stomach, settling just under your ribs. He spreads his palm, feeling the expanse of your skin, tracing your curves and the dips of your body. Â
âF-fuck,â you stutter, arching your back off the grass and into his chest, offering more of yourself to him.Â
He bites your lower lip and kisses the pain away. âYou gonna let me take you right here?â He growls, his fingers playing with the hem of your bra. âGonna let me fuck you outside, pretty girl?â
âYes,â you whine, lifting your hips against his, feeling his erection straining in his jeans. âNeed you, Lo.âÂ
He curses under his breath as he sits up, his hands pawing at the leather jacket, tearing it from your body and casting it aside. You sit up too, keeping yourself close to him. Heâs yanking at the hem of your shirt, lifting it up and over your head. He takes off his beater next, but you donât get the chance to admire him. Everything is a blur, the throwing of clothes, the way heâs shoving you back down to the grass as his fingers unclasp your bra. The straps fall down your arms, and Logan slips it off the rest of the way.Â
He pauses, taking you in, his chest rising and falling rapidly. âSo fucking beautiful,â he murmurs, lowering himself back down over you, balancing on one forearm as his free hand slides up your stomach, over your ribs, finally settling on your chest. He cups your tits, squeezing gently, his thumb brushing over one nipple and then the other.Â
âPerfect. Youâre so goddamn perfect,â he praises, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, and then to your chin. He continues his trail down to your jaw, your collarbone, the center of your chest.Â
He takes a detour, his lips latching onto your nipple and biting lightly, his tongue flicking out and soothing the ache away. He kisses across the valley of your chest, bringing his mouth to the other side. He flits his tongue across your other nipple, and continues his trail down your stomach, peppering innocent kisses as he travels lower and lower.Â
He stops at the hem of your shorts, looking up at you under hooded eyes. You can see the lust, the desire, the need. âPlease,â you whimper. And then heâs hastily unbuttoning and unzipping your shorts, wasting no time as he hooks his fingers into the waistbands of your shorts and panties, yanking them down your legs and throwing them carelessly into the grass.Â
Logan pushes your thighs open. âKeep your legs spread for me, sweetheart.â You can feel his breath on your clit. âWanna taste you,â he rasps, kissing your core teasingly. âWanna feel you come on my tongue.âÂ
And then his tongue is pushing through your folds, lapping at your juices, all the way up to your clit. Itâs already too much, your hips lifting off the grass. Logan brings his arm across your hips in response, keeping you down. âStay,â he grunts, his voice vibrating against your heat. âDonât know where you think youâre going, princess.â Heâs looking up at you now. You can see the desperation and the hunger in his eyes.Â
He's starving for you.
He buries his face back into your cunt, swiping his tongue through your folds again before finally settling on your clit. He latches his lips around the bud, sucking harshly. He flicks his tongue out, drawing sweet, sacrilegious circles against your core.Â
His free hand climbs up your inner thigh, spreading your legs wider for him. His nails ghost across your skin, raising goosebumps in their wake. He finds his way to your folds, spreading your slick, teasing your entrance. You moan his name as he presses your squirming hips down firmly into the ground. âDoing so good for me,â he breathes against your swollen clit. âSuch a sweet fucking pussy.âÂ
He sinks two fingers deep into your cunt, humming against you, savoring the taste of you. He pumps in and out, deeper every time. âF-fuck Lo,â you cry out, your hands grasping the blades of grass beneath you for purchase. âFeels so good.â
Your walls flutter around him, your muscles already contracting as he works you open. âThatâs it, princess,â he huffs, his teeth grazing your clit as he sucks, hard. âCan feel you squeezing my fingers, can feel you getting close.â
âS-so close,â you choke out as he fucks his fingers into you. His pace becomes faster, relentless. He laps at you like heâs a man who has never eaten in his life.Â
âI know, sweetheart,â he soothes. âCome on my tongue, darlinâ. Know you can do it.â Heâs working you through it, swirling his tongue, flicking your clit, licking thick, hard stripes around the bud. His long fingers scissor inside you, rubbing against your walls deliciously. Itâs all too much, but itâs just what you need. âLet go for me, pretty girl.â
You feel your walls contract as the fire in your belly spills. You chant his nameâLogan. Itâs a prayerânoâa promise. It hangs in the air as you come undone underneath him. His fingers pump in and out of you slowly, helping you ride out your orgasm. He carefully pulls out after a few more thrusts, but his face is still buried in your cunt, still lapping at your swollen, overstimulated clit.Â
âLo,â you whimper, looking down at him. He looks up at you, his tongue licking one long stripe before he stops completely.Â
He presses a chaste kiss to your clit as he sits up and unbuckles his belt. âGonna have to taste that pretty pussy again later, yeah?â He throws his belt to the side and unbuttons his jeans. He slides the zipper down, too, and hooks his fingers inside his jeans, shoving the denim and his boxers down his legs in one quick movement.Â
You can make out just how big he is in the moonlight. You swallow at the size of him. He lowers down onto you again, resting on his forearm, guiding his cock towards your entrance.Â
He captures your lips in a kiss as he nudges against you, teasing you, spreading your folds open for him. âGonna take care of you, sweetheart,â he coos, kissing you again. âGonna make you feel good.âÂ
You wrap your arms around his back, bringing his chest flush to yours. âNeed you, Logan. Need you inside me.â
âI know,â he whispers, nudging teasingly against you again. âI know.â
And then heâs shoving himself deep inside you, filling you up. You can feel his cock twitching, throbbing, searching for more of you. He pulls all the way out and buries himself back down to the hilt.Â
âF-fuck,â you curse, your nails digging into his shoulders, searching for support. âItâs s-so much. So big.â
He presses his forehead to yours. âIâve got you, pretty girl,â he husks, setting a slow, easy pace, letting you adjust to the size of him. âTaking me so good.â Heâs working you open with every pump, his cock rubbing against your walls and stretching you out.Â
Logan brings his free hand between your bodies to your still-swollen clit, stroking gently as he plunges deeper into you, hitting your G-spot with every thrust. You moan his name, your chest coming flush with his as you arch your back. The contact feels so niceâjust what you needed. Heâs fucking you out, pounding into you over and over again.Â
He's erasing every fear, every bad dream, every horrible vision youâve ever had. Itâs what he does to you. Itâs just himâLoganâalways has been and always will be.Â
âSuch a good girl,â he grunts. âLetting me fuck you out here.â His hips snap against yoursâbuilding his pace, growing faster and deeper as he thrusts into you. You can feel yourself growing closer, crumbling underneath him. You canât last much longer, your walls fluttering around him, squeezing him tightly.Â
He moans your name into your mouth, his tongue sliding across your bottom lip, tasting you. âYou feel so good, pretty girl,â he groans, rocking into you. âSo soft, so tight. Know youâre close.â He flicks your clit, and then circles roughly. âWanna feel you come on my cock.â
âG-gonnaâŠâ You trail off, a bumbling mess, unable to finish your sentence as Logan fucks into you.Â
âI know, pretty girl,â He soothes. âIâm right here, Iâve got you. Come for me.âÂ
You canât hold back anymore. You can feel yourself letting go, your walls fluttering around him, taking him deeper, holding him tighter. Your orgasm washes over you, like sun stretching across your skin, like a fire spreading in a forest. Itâs all too much, too good.Â
Logan isnât far behind. You can feel his cock twitching deep inside you, his pace faltering, his thrusts becoming sloppier. His fingers leave your clit and travel up your body. His hand slides to the back of your neck, holding you gently as he pumps into you, pressing his forehead to yours.Â
âWanna come inside you, pretty girl,â he moans, pulling you closer, taking you deeper.Â
You nod against his forehead. âP-please,â you stutter, wrapping your legs around his waist. âDonât want you to leave yet.â
âF-fuck,â he growls, your words sending him over the edge as he spills inside you, filling you up. âYouâve idea,â he chokes, âhow long Iâve fucking wanted you.â His thrusts slow as he rides out his orgasm, pumping in and out a few more times before pulling out of you.Â
He doesnât break contactâdoesnât rush to get changed. He rolls onto his back and pulls you with him so that your head rests on his chest, your body tucked tightly into his. You can hear his heart beating deep insideâhear his shaky breaths become more stable. The air is no longer coldâthe breeze a welcome contrast to the hot summer night air.Â
Your legs tangle together. Somewhere in the distance birds sing. A branch creaks. The wind whisks through the grass. You close your eyes and listen. The calm before the storm. This peace canât last.
âLo?â You call, breaking the silence.Â
He kisses the crown of your head. âIâm right here.â
âI know, butââ
Itâs like he can read your mind. âIâm not going anywhere. No one is.â He tightens his arms around you, pulling you closer.Â
âIâm just scared to lose you, to lose all this.â
Logan presses another kiss to your head. âI know,â he murmurs. âBut Iâve got you. Nothingâs gonna hurt you. I promise.âÂ
Nothingâs gonna take you from my side. Â
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âI Love Youâ â
f1 grid x fem!reader
this is a drabble based of the âi love you but not saying it back to your partnerâ tiktok trend
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Lewis
You saw this TikTok trend and found it funny. Lewis was getting ready to go to his training session so it was the perfect time. Setting up your phone discreetly to capture the moment, he walked to the door, ready to leave.
âI love you,â he said warmly.
âBye!â you responded, busy with mixing the batter for your cupcakes.
Lewis paused, a bit taken aback. âI love you,â he repeated, louder this time.
âBye, Lewis! Hurry or youâll be late!â you repeated, waving him off.
Lewisâs brow furrowed slightly. âIs everything okay baby? Did I do something wrong?â
âLewis everything is fine, you canât be late for your training session. Iâll see you later!â you say still paying him no mind, making sure the batter is mixed smoothly.
Lewis starts to worry that he did something wrong. âBaby I'm sorry if I did something that upset you. Can you please say I love you backâ he says getting ready to cancel his session.
Finally, you broke into laughter, revealing you were just playing with him. âNo, itâs just a TikTok trend. I promise you did nothing wrong. I love you baby!â you say walking up to him.
Relieved, Lewis laughs giving you a quick kiss. âYou got me good. I love you too,â he said, leaving with a smile.
Max
You are always up for a good laugh, so you decided to try the trend with Max before he heads to his meeting.
âI love you,â Max said, grabbing his keys to the car.
âBye, Max. Be safe!â you responded nonchalantly from the couch watching a true story documentary.
Max stopped in his tracks. âI love you,â he repeated, his tone more insistent.
âBye!â you replied, looking at the tv with a faint smirk.
Maxâs usually confident expression faltered. âIs something wrong? Why arenât you saying it back?â
âSaying what back?â you say with a confused face trying to mask your laughter.
âI love you, Y/N. Say it back.â Max says no longer in the door but in front of you blocking the tv.
You couldnât keep a straight face any longer and burst out laughing. âItâs a just TikTok trend, babe!â
Max's shoulders dropped in relief, laughing with you. âYou made me so worried! I thought I did something to piss you off or forgot an important day! I love you too.â he says shaking his head making his way to the door.
Lando
Lando loves to play tricks and pranks on you so you decided itâs time to return the favor. You set the camera up on the dresser as you sit up in bed. Lando is on his way to film a YouTube video for Quadrant.
âI love you,â he said cheerfully.
âBye, Lando!â you replied, focused on your phone.
Lando stops in his spot, staring at you. âI love you,â he repeated, sounding more unsure.
âBye! Have fun!â you said again, trying not to smile.
Landoâs playful demeanor turned serious. His heart racing. âWhatâs wrong with you?â
Looking at him confusedly, you say âNothing, why?â
âWhy? Um, maybe because you arenât saying âI love youâ back to meâ Lando says now siting on the bed infront if you.
âDid I do something wrong? Why wonât you say it backâ he adds.
Unable to play along anymore you laugh, saying âItâs just a TikTok trend, baby.â
Lando lays his back in the bed singing in relief, âYou scared me, I was about to call Oscar and ask Lily to see whatâs wrong with you.
âAww babyâ you say moving to laying on top of him. Smiling at him while you kiss his nose you say, âI love you!â
Lando smiles hugging you and flipping you over so now heâs on top. âIâm so gonna get you back, but I love you too.â he says giggling in your neck.
Charles
Charles was going to take Leo for a walk, you decided to stay back to make lunch. You set up the camera on the kitchen counter ready to prank Charles.
âI love you,â he said softly, giving you a kiss on the cheek as he hold Leo in his hands.
âBye, Charles. Bye, Leo!â you say only paying attention to Leo not him.
Charles repeats himself. âI love you, ma cherĂŹeâ he says again, a little louder.
âBye!â you repeated, paying him no mind.
Charlesâs face showed genuine concern. âIs everything okay? Did I upset you?â
âYes everythingâs fine.â you say trying to ignore his presence again.
He sets Leo down and stares and the side of your head and says even louder, âI love you, ma chĂ©riâ
You do your best to hold your composure and not laugh while focusing on the task in front of you, âBye Charles, be safe!â you say in a normal voice.
Charles' eyes bore into you and the next thing you know, you feel one hand under your chin, the other on your waist turning you to face him. âI.â Kiss. âLove.â Kiss. âYou.â Kiss.
You smile as he kisses you between each word, giggling at him, you say âI love you Charles.â âIâm just playing with you baby, itâs a trend going around on TikTok.â
Charles shakes his head and laughs. âDonât ever do that again, ma chĂ©riâ âYou really had me worried. Thank you for finally saying it back. I love you too.â he says smiling cheekily, giving you a kiss on the lips before heâs out the door with Leo.
Oscar
The trend has been going around on TikTok for a min now and you immediately knew you had to play this prank on Oscar. Heâs always so calm and laid back so you wondered if this will get to him. Heâs getting ready to leave to record some videos with Lando for McLaren, so this is the best time to do it.
âI love you,â he said with a smile, halfway out the door of the hotel room.
âBye, Oscar!â you replied, not meeting his eyes.
Oscar stopped dead in his tracks looking confused. He turns his body around at the door. âI love you,â he says again, trying to get your attention.
âBye, Oscar!â you respond, hiding your smile behind the blanket as you play a game on your phone.
Oscar still has a confused look on his face as he says, âI love you, Y/N.â You donât respond instead just straight up ignore him.
He walks back into the room, closing the door. He stands at your side and repeats himself with his arms crossed. âI love you Y/N.â
You look up at him and say âOkay, hurry and go before you're late!â
Oscar looks at you dumbfounded and gets on the bed laying on top of you. You groan and try to push him off, âOscar get off! You're going to be late! You have to go! you say still trying to escape free.
âNo, not until you tell me what I did to make you so upset that you're not saying âI love youâ back to meâ he says , putting even more of his weight on you.
You laugh saying, âAww, babe, itâs just a prank.â Itâs a TikTok trend!â
Oscar lifts himself off of you, and sighs in relief laying next to you, laughing. âYou know I only just joined TikTok, you had me really worried there. You laugh rolling on him to give him a kiss. âI know. I love you too, babe, even if you do act like a millennial sometimes.â
âHey!â he says as he rolls over trapping you as he attacks you with tickles to your stomach and kisses all over your face.
Carlos
Carlos is on his way to a photo shoot with Charles and Ferrari for Vogue. You decide itâs the perfect time to do the TikTok prank on him.
âI love you,â he says, giving you a kiss on the forehead, his eyes twinkling.
âBye, Carlos!â you reply, barely glancing at him as you walk away.
Carlos paused, looking puzzled. âI love you,â he repeated, his tone even louder.
âBye!â you say again, stifling a giggle as you sit on the couch, searching through Hulu for a show to watch.
Carlosâs face falls. He walks towards you and says your name. You ignore him and now heâs sitting on the couch next to you just staring.
Feeling his eyes burn through the side of your head you turn to him and say âDid you forget something? You canât be late for this photoshoot.â
âAh okay, I see how it is. You acknowledge my presence to ask me if I forgot something but you canât say âI love youâ back to me?â he says moving closer to you on the couch.
Ignoring what he said, you say âBye!â
Carlos doesnât move and just sits there and grabs your chin and says âRepeat after me cariño. Say âIâ
âByeâ you say.
âNo, say âIâ, he says again.
âBye.â you respond.
Carlos shifts in his seat moving even closer to you, saying âCariño say the word âIâ
You look Carlos dead in the eyes and say âBye.â
âOkay, thatâs how you wanna play.â he says as he tackles you softly on the couch, your back hitting the sofa with him on top of you pulling your shirt up revealing your stomach.
Holding the shirt he says, âIâm going to ask you one more time, cariño, say âI love you.â
âNo.â Just as that word escapes your mouth you feel him blowing raspberries on your stomach, tickling you as you try your best to escape from his hold. âSay it!â he yells. âNo!â and now heâs biting your cheeks and kissing you all over your face.
âI love you, I love you, I love you, I love youâ Say it back he says not stopping his attacks.
âOkay, okay!â âI love you, Carlos,â you say breathlessly.
Laughing as you try to catch your breath. You kiss him all over his face, telling him, âItâs just a TikTok trend, baby. You know I love you so so much!â
Carlos laughs, âOf course it is, you and your TikTok addictionâ âHey!â you say eyes wide as he calls you out. âIâm just playing cariño, your TikTok addiction is cute, not so nice when the tricks are played on you huh?â âYea, yea, whatever!â You say pushing him off smiling.
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lando norris being down bad for his girlfriend: a compilation
summary: lando norris canât help but talk about his girlfriend whenever he cans, fans make compilation videos about it
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Lando Norris could be described as someone who's not scared of saying whatever crossed his mind.
And that's why he never, ever, missed the opportunity to talk about his girlfriend whenever he had the chance.
He mentioned her during interviews, press conferences, social media post and even fan interactions. To the point where fans started making compilation videos with all the moments he publicly obsessed over his girlfriend.
The most popular one gathered millions of views on YouTube, showing multiple occasions Lando couldn't help but be down bad for her.
The video started with a clip from Q&A with fans, someone asked him about his favorite way to relax after a race. Without missing a beat, Lando replied, "Cuddling up with my girlfriend, of course. Nothing beats that."
"You're really whipped man, It's embarrassing," Oscar, his teammate, teased beside him, making the audience laugh.
"It's not, really." Lando shrugged proudly.
The next clip was taken from McLaren's Tiktok account, their content creator tried to do the "Can you watch my ___ for a second" prank on Lando.
"Oh my girlfriend already did this prank to me," Lando said, laughing at the camera, "Baby, If you're watching this, I miss you. Your pranks are way better than McLaren's"
The video moved to show Lando during a post-qualifying interview, his suit hanging by his waist and his fireproofs showing, when asked about his strategy for the race, he cheekily replied, "Well, first I'm going to call my girlfriend for some good luck wishes. Then, I'll focus on getting to the front."
"Zak Brown should hire your girlfriend as your strategist then," the interviewer joked.
"That would be great but I don't think we would be getting any job done. You know what they say about mixing business with pleasure."
The next clip showed Lando with his friend and fellow driver Max Fewtrell, playing a trivia game about how well did they knew each other. Max had to answer what was Lando's worst habit.
"I'm going to say leaving dirty plates around the house," he said, showing his board, "You do mate, admit it."
"My girlfriend would agree on that," he admitted, "She's always complaining about it."
"I don't know how she's still living with you."
"Because she loves me, and I would die if she leaves me."
On the same note, a video of Oscar teasing Lando followed right after.
"Who's most likely to snore?" Lando read the question, and Oscar quickly put ut the cutout with Lando's face, "How are you so sure? You didn't even hesitate."
"Mate, I've heard you, plus your girlfriend literally complained about not being able to sleep properly last night because you kept snoring."
"I did keep her up last night, but it wasn't just because of the snoring," Lando said, a cheeky grin on his face.
"Put the not safe for work disclaimer at the beginning of this video please."
The next segment was from Lando's own Youtube channel, he was doing a little vlog in Miami before the race weekend.
"Hi everyone," he said, filming himself in the mirror with his camera, "Today I'm back with another LandoLog, I'm going to be filming some behind the scenes of this Miami weekend, so without further ado, let's go," he moved the camera around, focusing on his girlfriend who was putting some mascara on her eyelashes, "Here's my beautiful girl, who takes ages to get ready. Say hi baby."
"Hi everyone," his girlfriend waved, laughing, "I'm not taking ages, I'm just making sure I look good."
"You always look good for me," Lando said, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek before turning the camera back to himself, "See, I told you she's the best."
The next clip showed Lando and Oscar together once again, this time they were giving a tour around the McLaren hub.
"This is my driver's room," Lando said as he opened the door, "It's cleaner than Oscar's, clearly, and looks like I have a bed."
Lando moved to put together the small bed that was behind the door, "This is an upgrade from last year, we didn't have this. I'll be definitely giving it some good use, to nap or with my girlfriend."
"Can we have a video where you're not a horndog please?" Oscar said, putting his hands on his hips.
"You're the horndog, I never said what we were going to use it for, we're just going to cuddle."
The video moved to show one of Lando's post race interviews after winning the Miami GP, he had been asked ho would be the most excited person about this win besides him.
"My girlfriend, definitely. I couldn't have done it without her," Lando said, his voice filled with emotion, "She's been my biggest supporter, my inspiration, and my motivation. This win is as much hers as it is mine."
The video then cut to a scene from Lando's gaming stream with Max Verstappen. The two drivers were deep into a game of Call of Duty, their banter and laughter filling the screen. Lando was focused, his eyes glued to the monitor as he coordinated with Max.
Just then, Lando's phone buzzed on the table beside him. He glanced at the screen and his expression softened, the comment section noticing, "Hey, mate, I need to go. My girl needs me for something," he said, setting down his controller.
"Lando! Are you serious right now?" Max said, his eyes still glued to the screen.
"I am, see ya," he turned to the camera, smiling not so apologetically "Sorry, guys, duty calls. See you next time."
The last scene was a snippet from an interview, Lando had been asked what he saw in his future.
He paused, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Honestly? I see a lot of racing, hopefully some championships," he laughed, "but most importantly, I see her. I can't imagine my life without her."
The screen faded to black, showing a text that read: Get you a man who is as down for you as Lando Norris is for his girlfriend.
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could you write bau!reader x aaron, reader is pregnant and baby is so restless and kicking a lot as reader is at her desk working and aaron is the only one who can calm baby down
ty for requesting <3 pregnant!reader, 1k
âWoh,â you mumble, almost clipping your head on your desk as you lean forward. âOh, my gosh.âÂ
âWhatâs wrong, mama?âÂ
You wave your free hand weakly at Derek, the other to your bump. âNothingâs wrong, handsome.âÂ
Derek laughs warmly and stands from his chair. âI donât believe you. Come on, tell me whatâs wrong. Or Iâll go get the big man and he can force it out of you himself.âÂ
Hotchâs never forced anything out of you, but he has kissed a confession from you before. He could do it again easily.Â
You right yourself as the babyâs rampant kicking makes you feel as though youâll pee your pants. âDerek, thereâs some crazy stuff happening inside of me right now.âÂ
He smiles at you fondly. âI bet there is.âÂ
âSheâs kicking the shit out of me.â Sitting up, your back twinges and relaxes, the weight of your baby bump spreading out. Youâre very pregnant and the baby is extremely active. She kicks pretty much 24/7 these last few days, and itâs driving you crazy. âDo you wanna feel?âÂ
Derek presents his hand for feeling. You stand up, and Derek lays a hand across your bump. You donât have to move it anywhere: the second he touches you, he can no doubt feel the babyâs aggressiveness. Sheâs aiming her little feet almost like she knows where your most fragile organs are.Â
One rough kick has Derek taking back his hand. âSheâs beating you up, mama.âÂ
âShe hates me.âÂ
âShe doesnât hate you,â Spencer says, twirling in his chair to give one of his innocuous tidbits of information, âbabies kick for all sorts of reasons. They kick when theyâre hungry, or after youâve just eaten because of the extra glucose shared via the placenta. Sometimes they kick because they can feel sensation through your skin.âÂ
Spencer stands up. You raise your brows. âYou wanna feel?â you ask.Â
He grins and offers his hand. You take it and place it against the babyâs restless feet, smiling at Spencerâs smile, a little enchanted by how fascinated he seems. At Spencerâs touch, she starts to kick quickly like she had been with Derek, and eventually you have to move his hand in the hopes sheâll stop. She slows, but the occasional stretch pokes at your stomach. You can see the distension of her limb even through your shirt.Â
âSheâs really going for it today,â you say. âMaybe I had too much brown sugar in my oatmeal.âÂ
âYou know babies can tell the difference between hands?â Spencer asks.Â
âI sort of guessed,â you say distractedly, rubbing at the babyâs kicking with the crest of your palm. âShe doesnât act like this with Hotch.âÂ
âGood to know he has that effect on everyone,â Derek says with a laugh.Â
âI might go and ask him to make her stop. Iâm gonna need a change of clothes if she doesnât.âÂ
Derek laughs again, full-bellied, his arm wrapping around your shoulders in a pitying hug. âAw, sweetheart, youâll be okay. Just two more months and this will all be over.âÂ
âWell, you never know. The longest overdue pregnancy in human history was almost a hundred days, thatâs more than an extra three months.âÂ
âSpencer!â you say, not truly shouting, but your volume escaping you as the horror of a year long pregnancy sinks in. âDonât jinx me.âÂ
Your loud voice, or perhaps Derekâs roaring laughter, draws the attention of JJ and Hotch, who appear from the depths of his office with matching curious expressions. JJ begins down the steps to the bullpen, while Hotch stays at the balcony waiting for an explanation.Â
âBaby Hotchnerâs giving it large,â Derek says, rubbing your upper arm.Â
âShe wonât stop,â you complain, relieved to see your stern husband. âCan you come and set her straight?âÂ
You arenât always so quick to complain to him, but this is too much. It feels as though sheâs about to start doing spin kinks against your spine âitâs honestly the most sheâs ever moved. When you were just a few weeks pregnant youâd longed for her to wriggle and show you a sign that she could feel you, but now youâd appreciate a few minutes of calm.Â
Hotch follows JJ down obligingly, and he, surrounded by your curious coworkers and colleagues, without any hesitation (but certainly some care), slips his hand under your blouse to feel at his babyâs sharp kicking. He presses against what might be a foot for a few moments, his smile barely hidden, his palm warm.Â
âShe really is giving it large,â he says, the deep softness of his voice like a signal.Â
The babyâs kicks soften, until, barely ten seconds later, they stop. Your spine ceases vibrating, and you can finally stand there without having to press your thighs together.Â
âThank you,â you say, holding Hotchâs elbow. Heâs well and truly saved you.Â
He rubs your stomach with his thumb. His dark eyes stay set on your bump. âYouâre welcome.âÂ
âI guess baby just missed her dad,â JJ says.Â
You look at Spencer. He doesnât say anything. âNo correction?â you ask.Â
âNo,â he says, pouting that youâd ask. âEither she missed the sound of his voice, or your reaction to seeing him has calmed her down. Thatâs not a big difference.âÂ
âItâs both, I think,â you say, paused by a big yawn.Â
âAre you tired?â Hotch asks.Â
âUrgently.â You let yourself sag forward toward him, gesturing for Spencer, Derek and JJ to look away. âThanks for your help, boys, but I need something no one else can give me.â You collapse into Hotchâs chest for a hug.Â
The bump is very much in the way, but he reacts accordingly, ushering your chest to his, cheek pressed gently to your forehead. âSheâs exhausted you,â he teases under his breath.Â
âShe really has.âÂ
âI love how she settles with me,â he says, rubbing your back for a long, slow handful of seconds, before he pulls away enough to grin at you. âBut I suppose she gets that from her mother.âÂ
âYouâre very calming.âÂ
âSo Iâve been told.âÂ
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