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Oh Baby | Lewis Hamilton mini series

part one.

word count: 7.7k

Warnings: smut, absolute filth. breeding kink

Lewis can't help but want to give his best friend everything she desires. she can have whatever she wants.

You were Lewis' best friend; the world knew it. The world also saw that he admired you in a way he hadn't anyone else.

You'd been in Lewis' life since the two of you were literal babies. Your dad was best friends with Anthony, Lewis' father, so in a way, you two were destined to be the best of mates.

Sometimes, Lewis wishes he had the chance to meet you organically, but as quickly as that thought flickers through his mind, it is pushed away just as fast.

He would've been alone as a kid if you had come later in his life. But still, meeting you later would've changed the trajectory of your guy's relationship. He wouldn't be stuck in the constant lock of just being your "best friend."

He would continue to stick out his role and push through his torture if it meant you keeping him around.

Since you were kids, you two have been joined at the hip. You were always there to defend him at school when the bullies got to him. You were always down to follow his dreams with him, even if it meant convincing your dad to let you ride with his family to watch him go-karting in the sweltering heat. You were always there.

You still are, and maybe that's what's got his heart thrumming in his chest as he watches you dance with his brother Nicholas. The two of your hands are entwined as you sway to the music blasting from the speakers.

As Nicholas twirls you around, your eyes meet Lewis for a brief second, and you smile at him before you are faced with his brother again. You joke with Nicholas as the two of you dance, your head constantly turning to check on Lewis.

He loves how his family is your own and vice versa. He loves how you treat his brother with the same tender love and care that he does. He can't help but to admire everything you do, even if it's just including his brother in something as simple as dancing.

You give him a curious look as you sway with Nicholas. He only grins in return, raising his glass at you. He sees your eyes fleet over his shoulder, and then your mouth pierces together in a knowing smile. You tilt your head to motion behind him, and when he turns to follow your orders, he sees Laura approaching.

When he turns back to you, you are no longer dancing wildly with his brother but sitting comfortably with your friends, accepting the shot Miles pours for you.

Lewis shakes his head, turning to greet Laura. He shouldn't feel disappointed and he shouldn't feel an emptiness wallow in his gut at the mere fact that he can't watch you sway in the night. His girlfriend, (if you could even call her that), was approaching and he should be glad to see her, but he can't help but to relish in the fact that'd he'd rather observe you from a distance than be in her presence.

"Hey baby!" she cheers. " I'm sorry I'm late. I got hung up at the agency."

"S'fine." He smiles, embracing the hug. "Let's grab you a drink and then settle in with everyone."

Meanwhile you are trying your best to tame your friends and their instantly sour moods. "C'mon y'all. Be nice to the girl."

"Nice?" Whitney scoffs. "I don't like that lil' girl."

"Whit." You scold, "She's not for us to like; as long as Lew likes her, we support them, yeah?"

"Whatever," Miles piques up, "She not good enough for my guy?"

Always the wiser one, you shoot miles with a frown that shows your agreeance: "We can think that, but who are we to decide for him? Lew's not an idiot. When the time comes to make the right call, he'll make it, yeah?"

"Yeah." Daniel says, "But the only right call would be you."

You smack your teeth, reaching for another shot. "Here this nigga go on his shit again."

The table erupts in laughter just as Lewis approaches with Laura.

"Guys, you all remember Laura?"

"Do we?" Whit scoffs under her breath, downing a shot. The group breaks into fits of sniggering. You eye them with a look that screams, Act right! before turning to face Lewis and Laura in your seat.

"Laura, hi! girl!" You dragged.

Once again, you shoot your eyes across the group; one by one, they all push out fake ass hellos or a mumbled What's up.

Lew watches on as you turn to him, smiling. He can't help it as his own grows wider.

After the phony greeting, Lewis drags Laura to sit with him. The only open spot is the two-seater across from you.

Conversation is ablaze in the midst of the circle. You lean forward chatting with Laura for a while since no one else bothered. Lewis has his arm thrown over her shoulder but he is watching you. Like always.

"Oh, so you planned this gathering?" Laura questions.

"Isn't it obvious?" You joke. "Lew could never." You motion to the lights and grand decor located around the yard.

"Oh, please." Lewis smacks his teeth.

"Admit it, Lew. It's my thing. Tell me I did good."

"You did great." He smirks, leaning back, his legs spread in a way that has you ready to drool.

You divert your eyes, sitting back in your own seat.

"Y/N's so domestic, it's giving wife."

You squint your eyes at Whit, giving her the ultimate stink face.

"You're always going to be the stepmum to us Laura. We can't separate mum and dad." Mori speaks up.

There was an ongoing joke in your friend group that had been circling for years. You and Lewis were Mum and Dad, you two paired together so well that it was like watching the perfect marriage. Your friends referred to you as each others "hubby" and "wifey".

Still, your friends were beginning to get out of pocket, and you turned to Lewis expecting him to put an end to their shenanigans like any good dad would. He only smiles at you his eyebrows wiggling in a playful manner.

You feel your cheeks burn as he doesn't deny it.

"She is quite domestic, would make the perfect wife." Miles piques up from beside Lewis.

It's a scheme that you two were left out of, a plan made to force you two to realize your feelings for each other.

His words trinkle into Lewis' mind. He's always thought you'd make the perfect wife. He's thought about marrying you seriously plenty of times. It's also been a childhood dream of his to make it official, especially after having your own wedding ceremony at the playground under the monkey bars, commemorated by strawberry ring-pops and sand confetti that had both of your parents grumbling as they scrubbed your scalps clean that night.

He's only ever told Miles this, but he wishes he never got seriously involved that first time at all. He thinks he did it out of pure irrationality. You had your first serious boyfriend, and Lewis thought well shit. To him it seemed as though you'd never be that into him. So he spent seven years on and off with a woman he was unsure about when all he really wanted was you. He's wasted so much time.

He thinks back to the times where distance sprouted between you two. Nicole didn't like how close the two of you were, and you respected it even if he didn't want you to. He feels a bit like a dickhead thinking of all the times he lied to his ex telling her you were nothing more than a friend to him. It was obviously a lie. If it wasn't a lie he wouldn't have spent majority of his relationship trying to make you realize what it was you were missing. Hint: it obviously didn't work, or you'd be the girl under his arm right now.

"I'll be back in a few," you announce, standing from your seat. I'm going to go do my rounds. Give Lew a break." Lewis' stare was beginning to get intense, you could feel your little resolve crumbling the longer her stared into your soul.

He watches you stroll over to his dad and your dad, stepping in between them and wrapping your arms around their waist. He can't read your lips but can tell that whatever you said had the two doubled over in laughter. You pat their backs, trekking over to your next target.

You're a little ways away, refilling wine glasses at the "mum table." His mum has you saying something that leads to you smooching the top of her head as you pass by. You set the bottle on the table before suspiciously eyeing your mother and opting to pull it to the other end. Lewis lets out a chuckle, watching your antics.

It'd been awkward silence covering the group like a blanket since you'd left. Everyone watching Lewis, watch you.

You had convinced Lew to buy this house, practically begged him all of those years ago. "Lew, the backyard," you had marveled, hands outstretched at your sides. "Imagine hosting out here." You had gone on a rant, dragging him across each area of the yard and throwing out ideas for gatherings that didn't even exist.

He closed the deal that same day. He was glad he listened to you as he watched you light some sparklers for the group of kids. He watches you crouch down to his nephew's level, pressing him against your front as you direct the sparkler into his hand.

He couldn't see your face but could tell you were muttering words of encouragement into his ear.

You stand with a proud grin when he twirls the stick around confidently.

You turn as a small child tugs on your dress, "I'm thirsty, Auntie y/n/n."

You coo, picking up your friend's child. "Hi, mama! let's fix that for you." You pop her onto your hip, waltzing into the house from the open patio doors. She runs out moments later, a juice box snug in her hands. You follow after, arms full of the very same juice.

You crouch down as the children huddle around you. You poke each straw through the hole before passing them out one by one.

"Look at Mama Bear." Whit laughs as her eyes follow Lewis' line of sight. He is watching you with a smile and that classic sparkle in his eye that he always seems to have when it comes to you.

"She'd make a great mum, huh?" Lewis rasps out.

You're back at the fire pit before you know it.

"Yeah, Mori, you should totally let me kidnap your child next weekend."

"Have her girl, she's all yours." She scoffs, "badass little girl."

The group laughs, but Lewis can't help but notice the gloom flash over your face before it quickly washes away.

He knows about your desire to have a family. He remembers how you opened up to him about it after your last relationship ended, and you took it worse than you ever had before.

He remembers that day like it was yesterday.

You were a drunken, blubbering mess, sitting on his couch with puffy eyes and a blotchy face. "Ugh!" you groaned, reaching for the bottle to pour yourself another glass. He beats you to it, pulling it away and setting it down on the table at the end of the couch.

"Hey," he coos, his hand pulling you into his side as your lip wobbles. You can't help the outburst of tears for what feels like the 100th time.

"Let's talk about it, yeah? That might help a bit."

You had been friends for so long, and not once had he seen you this distraught. In fact, you were the one comforting him most of the time.

"I hate him," you whined, reaching up to cover your face. He got me over here looking stupid."

"Hey," he pulls your hand down, still holding you against him, just holding your hand down at your side as well. "Don't be embarrassed for feeling, ain't that what you tell me?"

"Yeah," you shudder.

"Now, talk to me."

"I wanted kids. I don't think i'm that hurt about him you know?" you don't give him time to answer, "I just feel like I'm not meant to be with someone, like love is not for me. Sometimes it seems like everyone has a person out there for them but me. I want a family of my own. I love my family and yours, but it's different." you cry harder then.

"I want a human to love unconditionally, I want babies, and I want to be a mom; I would make a great mumma."

"You would." He hums, his free hand coming up to wipe your face. You pull away turning to face him, your legs are crossed in front of you and he reaches forward grasping both of your hands in his.

He has one leg propped under the other, and his body is turned to face you. The way he's looking at you makes you want to break down into another fit of tears. No one pays attention to you as much as Lewis.

"Is there something wrong with me?" You ask, and you sound so broken that Lewis is fighting off tears of his own.

"You're perfect." He assures, and his hold on your hands grows tighter. "There's someone out there who loves you whole. Through and through, you hear me? There's nothing wrong with you, just the wrong people you've come across. You're going to get all that you want one day. He was an idiot anyway. What happened anyway, huh? What made him-."

"I left him." you interrupted, "which is crazy that i'm crying over him this bad but I could feel a disconnect between us, we were too different, didn't have the same end goal."

"You know what's beautiful about this?"

You look up to him with a baffled expression to say what the actual fuck is beautiful about being an emotional mess. He chuckles, swiping one hand against your wet cheek, where he settles his palm to cup your face.

"One day, when you get what you desire, you're going to appreciate it a whole lot more because of how much you had to go through to get it."

And if Lewis wasn't a scary idiot, he swore he'd given you a kid right there and then, hell, however many you wanted. He's always had a soft spot for you, giving you anything you could have remotely even thought about wanting. You mention wanting to visit Brazil, bam, you're on his private jet whisked away, you want a yard to throw family gatherings, the deed is signed. You complain about wanting specific cupcakes from your favorite bakery, he was out of town but it was nothing to have his assistant travel across town to place them at your door. The point is, he'd give you anything in a second. He's good for it and he'd give you his baby if you really truly wanted.

You look up to Lewis the same memory flowing through both of your minds, he shoots you a tiny smile, raising his glass in your direction. You return his expression sipping from your freshly filled wine glass.

Your smile blows him away; he can never control the way his heart lurches; you'd think after years and years, your charm would lose its effect on him, but somehow, they grow stronger and stronger as each day passes by.

He doesn't know how long his group of friends sit around the fire pit laughing and chattering along (you including Laura every chance you get, seeing as your other friends seem to have forgotten she exists.) Before he knows it his father is approaching. "Son, there's a million sleeping kids all over your house, I think that's our queue to pack it up."

At that announcement you guys' friends begin to pack themselves up. Lewis says his goodbyes. The group sniggers as Anthony shoots a "Nice meeting you Lauren."

"He called me Lauren," she pouts, "and I've met him before."

"Don't pay it any mind," you speak up balancing an armful of empty glasses, "he's got a bad memory."

You scold your friends, shooing them off as Lewis apologizes to Lauren, Laura.

After a while the house is empty and you say the goodbyes in place of Lewis. As you load the dishwasher you see them bicker back and forth through the large window.

You close the door, pressing start, deciding to stop evading their private conversation. You connect to Lewis' speaker, soft melodies bleeding through the house as you go room to room, collecting any foreign object that doesn't belong. You sit with Roscoe for a while after refilling his bowl, giving him kisses and rubs until his body vibrates with snores and then you are up and at it again finding anything to tidy.

You sing quietly to yourself you huff wiping the imaginary dust onto your dress. Just as you're going to sneak from the home, Lewis' voice halts you in your tracks.

"You're leaving?" His eyes are furrowed, and his face is scrunched up.

"I- uh yeah, I didn't know how long the two of you were going to be."

"You're not staying the night?"

Your eyes flicker between Lewis and Laura, "Um, no." you chuckle hoping he'd catch the hint.

As much as you loved Lewis and spending time with him, that love didn't cover listening to him fuck the brains out of his current fling.

"She's not staying," Lewis speaks up.

You are still frozen by the door, your hand holding onto the handle. You peek at Laura, her face covered in disdain.

Your mouth drops open and then closed, trying to figure out the words to articulate your desire to leave in order to avoid whatever weird tension is brewing.

"Bye, Lewis." Laura bites, her long legs striding past you quickly. You move to the side, and she slips through the door without saying so much as a word to you.

"Ooh," you whistle, watching as the door frame rattles from the intensity of the close.

"What's her problem?"

"Your friends are bitches Lew." He mocks in a whiny voice.

You laugh, clutching your chest, "They're a bit rude."

"Yeah," he sighs.

"For good cause," you continue.

"Yeah."

"I mean, I don't like the girl either, but as long as you don't mind what she did then-."

"You staying." Lewis interrupts. He really didn't feel like talking about Laura, especially since he was alone in your presence for the first time today; it was all he wanted for his birthday.

It'd been three weeks since he last saw you, and while the two of you talked on the phone and texted every single day, it'd never compare to actually being in your space.

You groan as he puckers out his bottom lip, giving you his signature puppy dog eyes that always seem to convince you to do whatever he's asking for.

"Only because it's your birthday, and these heels hurt my feet so much, I don't really think I can drive."

"Oh please," Lewis laughs, "don't act like you don't wanna spend time with me. Excuses, excuses, excuses."

You waddle over to him, grasping onto his waiting arm as you bend at your knees to free your aching feet from said heels.

He takes the shoes from your hand, leading you up the stairs.

As the two of you approach his bedroom, you feel your excitement boil over.

When he opens the door, you speak up, "I figured what'd be a good gift for someone who literally has enough money to buy whatever he wanted. Then I remembered how much you miss home while you're away and came to the conclusion that money could never bring that kind of comfort."

Lewis sniffles as he looks at the array of gifts spread over his bed.

There is a stuffed Roscoe and Coco, a scrapbook that you'd dug into the archives to fill, letters from his family, your family, your friends, and an array of letters from you. Flowers, because to you, he deserved his more than anyone walking. You'd recreated his favorite ever birthday gift to him, a knit cheetah that you had your grandma help crochet with you for weeks before his seventh birthday. It's safe to say the OG had gone through a lot over the years. And finally, his first helmet from his carting career. He remembers his parents not being able to afford his helmet after buying him a game console for his birthday.

He remembers how upset he was but understanding of his parent's situation. He also remembers you leaving his party that night, face set in as much determination as it could be for a kid. The next day, you popped up with your dad shoving a brand new helmet adorned in a purple sticky bow into his arms. It'd been so many years since he'd last seen the helmet; as a teen, he'd gotten rid of so many things he considered to be junk, the helmet being one. But the older he got, the more he realized just how sentimental stuff like that was.

"You don't understand how hard I had to search through my Granny's attic for that. She always figured you'd want that back one day, pulled it right out of your yard sale that day."

Off to the side were stacked shoe boxes, a box from his jeweler, and a few designer bags.

He throws his arms over your shoulders, pulling you into his chest; he nestles his head atop of yours before he cranes to press multiple kisses to your hairline. "You're my favorite person in the whole world, know that, right?" He rasps.

"You wrap your arms around his waist pulling him in closer. "I love you Lew, happy birthday. You deserve it all."

You don't know how long the two of you stand their wrapped in each other's embrace before you part.

"You can shower in here; I'll hop in the guest."

"Unzip me?"

You turn giving him your back to face, you feel his hand reach up to gently swipe your hair over your shoulder, you shiver as his finger tips glide against the skin of your neck.

"I'm gonna unclip your necklace first," he announces, and his voice is raspier than usual. He gulps as he pinches at the golden clasp, reaching one hand around your front to catch the dainty piece of jewelry.

He places it into you waiting palm, and feels his hands get clammy as he holds onto your hip for leverage. Holding you into place as his other hand glides the zipper down your back. His mouth waters and his heart hammers at the sight of your glowy skin being reveled to him.

You hold the dress up at the front, staring at him from the mirror in the corner of his room. His eyes meet yours in the mirror and there is such a charged tension lingering between the two of you. There are no words spoken as the two of you revel in each others presence. Both of his hands are now on your hips as you fell yourself subtly lean back into him. His chains cool your back as you sink into him.

You smile at him through the mirror, "I really did miss you, but I have to shower. I'm sweaty, and I've been chasing kids around all day."

He chuckles, nudging you away but not before leaning over your shoulder, craning his neck in order to place a lingering kiss on your cheek that is almost too close to the corner of your mouth.

"Go shower, stinky."

You roll your eyes, treading into the bathroom and closing the door. You let out a sigh you didn't know you were holding.

Fuck, it was so challenging yet so exhilarating being in Lew's presence when all you want to do is strip him bare and have your way with him.

You put those thoughts aside and turned on the shower.

When you're clean and dry, you exit the bathroom in your robe (Lewis always keeps an extra for you), where you see Lewis sprawled across the bed, clad only in a pair of boxers. He watches you as you stride past, his head lies against the bed turning to follow your movements. He watches you disappear into his closet and exit, covered in his Mercedes t-shirt that falls down your thighs.

He lulls away the inappropriate images flowing through his mind and instead focuses on the fact that you're wearing his shirt to bed rather than any selection of your clothing piled in his dressers or hanging in your section of his closet.

He makes no attempt to move as you crawl up the bed towards him.

The scene is an absolute vision; he feels blood rush to his member, and he has to use all of his willpower not to let out the lewd groan he's containing.

You only smile at him, and you look so fucking beautiful and innocent he swears if you stare at him for any longer, he'd say fuck it all and pull you down underneath him.

He starts a mental countdown, but before he reaches one, you are flipping onto your back, his arm serving as a pillow as you fit comfortably against his side.

You turn your head to the right, seeing the bottle of liquor in his hand.

"Give me that." He passes it over, his lips turned up in a smirk.

You lift your head, taking a good bit down your throat before passing it back; he does the same.

"I've got to post you for your birthday!" You gasp excitedly. You two joke around as you upload to your pages.

y/u/n

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y/u/n my favorite holiday, happy birthday lewlew, i love you to the moon and back, although you love to move through life fast I am always happy to spend slow days like this together with you cheetah, thank you for the lifelong memories and for sticking by me, i love you like no other <3

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whitwhit mum and dad ❤️ happy birthday pops

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lewishamiton I love you more than life bunny, Thank you for today it was everything I needed.

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lewishamilton Another one 🎂 Always a blast spending time with the people I love. Blessed to see another year surrounded by those I love. Special shoutout to bunny for the impromptu birthday celebration, every year that passes I am reminded of how we've gone through life together, always. Can't wait to spend many more years surrounded by love and happiness, thank you for the birthday wishes.

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user the way his post is full of him and y/n as kids. they really grew with each other 🥹

y/u/n cakes and candles my guy i luv uuuu

morismith +1 dad 🥳 child of a happy and healthy marriage

You two laugh as you scroll through your friends' comments. Somewhere along the line of you two passing the bottle back and forth, you began your own game of twenty-one questions, extra juicy, seeing as you two already knew damn near everything about the other.

"Hmmm!" you light up, "take a shot, or tell me why Nicki called you a weird little guy."

Lewis smacks his teeth but breaks into a fit of laughter as you turn over, propping your chin up against his arm. Your feet kick back and forth as you stare into him.

"You're messy." He declares, downing another shot.

You groan, reaching over his bare body to take the bottle. "And you're no fun."

"What's one thing you've never told anyone, including me? I mean deepest, darkest secret."

You hum again, allowing Lewis to reposition the two of you. Now he is rested against the headboard, and your head rests on his lap. You let out a gentle moan when his fingers begin to rub against your scalp—his member twitches in his boxers.

"Answer the question." He demands his hands, pushing your head forward slightly to avoid the feel of his growing penis.

Your eyes bore into his, and he could see you fighting to decide whether to tell him or not. He almost tells you to take your shot until the words tumble from your plush lips.

"I used to have the biggest crush on you for the longest time, like probably was in love with you." You admit. Your eyes never leave his and it has his heart beating rapidly in his chest. He feels many questions running through his mind and they want to tumble out like an avalanche but like the relaxed person he is, he plays it cool.

"yeah, and what happened to these feelings, bunny?"

You smile at the nickname, rolling your eyes as you scoff. Lewis always picked at your cute persona as a kid, calling you as sweet and timid as a bunny, the bunny teeth also didn't help.

"You almost got married," you answered. "Realized that a childhood crush was just that, I let it simmer for so long that I made it seem realistic. When you started considering taking things further, I think I closed that book, locked that door, and threw away the key. It was easy when you left her and started running rabid like a fucking dog." you snort.

He laughs with you, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "You calling me a slut?"

"If the condom fits." You tease.

He rolls his eyes, but deep down inside, he is in shambles over the chance with you that he's missed. And he's regretting every decision that led up to you losing those feelings for him. "Next question."

You're staring deep into his soul with those sparkly eyes again and he can't help but return the same lovey eyes back. He always feels like this with you, wholly enamored and floored by anything that you do.

You look so sweet and perfect that he doesn't expect the question that falls from your lovely mouth. "What's your favorite kink, like what's something that you do during sex that has you absolutely ready to go berserk?"

"You got a dirty mind, bunny." He teases, two fingers tapping against your temple.

"I've got a breeding kink, I think." He doesn't go into full detail, describing how he discovered it years ago when out shopping with you, and you passed through the baby aisle to shop for his newborn niece at the time. He doesn't describe how his pants tightened at the sight of you holding up cute little onesies or how his mind wandered to you laying spread out in his bed, being pumped full of his cum and loving it, begging for it. He doesn't tell you how he came the hardest he'd ever come in his life that night in his shower, imagining you plump with his child and a bright smile on your lips.

"Elaborate." There is a glint in your eyes as you observe him that urges him to finish his thoughts.

"It's something about loving someone so much that you want to fill them up with another part of you. You love someone so much that you want them to swell up with what is yours. Just fucking the cum back into them every time it slips out, one goal. Give someone my babies."

As he talks, his own words excite him; you can feel it, and you say nothing. The air surrounding you two is charged with such a lewd and sensual energy.

You throb between your thighs as he speaks to you, and his voice is getting deeper and deeper. He is hot and hard against your cheek; you stare up at him, your eyes leaving his own to trail the way his lips move to the way his jaw clenches, to the way his throat bobs all the way to his tatted, glowing chest. His words are getting to you. It's no secret that you, too, had a breeding kink, but hearing him say the words you wished to hear spoken to you in the midst of passion made you shoot into action. You are on his lap before you know it, mouth mushing against his in an instant.

He doesn't hesitate to return the favor; he separates your lips, gliding his tongue into your mouth, licking you open. You moan into his mouth, pressing yourself against him harder. He lets out a shaky breath through his nose, reaching one hand up to grasp the back of your neck and the other on your ass, pushing you impossibly closer to him.

You rock your hips against him, grinding down over him; he lets out a raspy groan, pulling away from your lips, his head falling to watch where your bodies connect; he lets out a moan as his grey briefs darken in color. You continue to glide back and forth over him

You swear you hear him whimper as you lift from his lap. He reaches to pull you back, but you are too fast; kneeling between his spread legs, the sight alone has him letting out another drawn-out whine. Your hand creeps up, rubbing him through the material. You were such a fucking vixen it was driving him mad. His head falls back against the headboard, and his eyes squeeze shut. You're barely doing anything to him, and it feels better than anything he's ever experienced, and he can only equate it to it being you.

You finally free him from his confines, and his head drops down to view you, and his jaw falls slack.

You jerk him up and down, your thumb swiping over the slit at the head of his perfect cock. You moan at the sight, and he twitches. You kiss at the top, staring at him through your lashes, and he swears he almost burst right then and there. Your lips are shiny with spit and you're practically drooling over him. As you place kisses up and down his shaft. You finally slip him into your mouth humming as you taste him. It has his legs spasming making you jostle a little.

You pop him from your mouth, giving him a cute smile that has him throwing his head back. She's going to fucking kill me.

You're moaning over him, driving him absolutely fucking insane. Lewis watches you through clouded eyes, his hand traveling to your hair. He pushes you lower and lower until you're shoving all of him down your throat, and then he pulls you off for air. You smile up at him going down again, and he lets out the nastiest moan you've ever heard.

"So fucking greedy for my dick." You'd never heard him speak like this, and it was scrambling your brain and your insides. "Mhmm," you moan over him. He holds onto your hair with his left hand, his right hand trailing to pull up the shirt that adorns your beautiful body. The higher he raises the shirt, the more unstable he becomes; the black panties cover barely anything, and when he continues to glide his hand up your back, your breasts hang loosely. He fondled them in his hand tweaking your nipple.

He tenses up, watching you take him down your throat like a champ, "fuuckk."

He pulls you up for the last time, leaning down to capture your lips in a passionate kiss. He thrust up into nothing. His tongue finds it's way into your mouth and moves along with you in the most sensual kiss you'd ever gotten in your life.

"Lew." you whine, and it has him tensing again. This was better than he'd imagined. For years for his entire life he'd pictured this moment, played it out in a million different scenarios and they don't even measure up to this.

He was harder than he'd ever been and ready to finish at the mere sight of you looking up at him with his cock stuffed in your mouth.

"I can't- I won't last-" He is breathless, and his chest is falling up and down harshly. He looks so perfect, face tinted red and lips red and plump.

"Fuck me then," you order, and it flips a switch in him.

He'd dreamed of this moment, and he would be damned if he let his mind fuck this up for him. He pulls the large shirt from your frame and flips you over, laying you gently on your back. He hikes your legs up, spreading them open and pressing them down. Your knees touch the bed flat at your sides, and you mewl as his tongue flatly glides against your core.

You shiver and shake as he sucks you up. You can't stop squirming as he literally eats you. You moan his name over and over, hands coming down to clutch his curls. He moans against your core, pressing you down harder. You quiver in his hold, and you can feel that ball inside you, ready to burst. "Come for me, baby, let it out." He urges kissing your clit. He sucks it into his mouth, and that's when it happens.

The best orgasm you've had in your life. He licks you through it before sitting up on his knees. He still has you spread open at his mercy, and the sight below him has him stroking himself above you.

"So fucking pretty." he rasps, "ready for me?"

You nod, so fucked out that words seem impossible to you.

He chuckles, his hand coming up to hold you open as his other directs his hard dick to your hole; he pushes the head in at first, hissing as you suck him in. "Mhhm," he moans, "want me so bad, huh?"

You mewl, trying to push your body up to push him in.

"Aht, aht." he pushes his hand against you harder. "Let me take my time, make it right for us, yeah. Been wanting this forever."

His words make you gush more and more; you'd never imagine that Lewis, of all people, was this vocal during sex.

"He lets go of himself, both hands now gripping your thighs that are still burning against your chest. He stares deep into your soul as he pushes himself in an inch just to ease out just as slowly.

"Gotta stretch this pretty pussy out first, huh? So fucking tight." he coos.

Your eyes fall closed, your mouth going slack as he slides in again. "It's your dick, baby. All yours."

"C'mon bunny, wanna see your eyes, wanna watch you take me." You open your eyes breaths leaving you as little hitches as he finally fills you up.

"He sucks his bottom lip into his mouth, his eyes watching where the two of you connect. "Fits so good," he groans, "made jus' for me."

You only mewl and clench the sheets.

"So pretty," he drops your legs, propping himself up on an elbow; his weight covers you like a security blanket. "Mhmm." he moans, sliding in and out of you. Your walls were suffocating him, sucking him in and trying to keep him in place. His face is scrunched up in pure pleasure as he succumbs to your velvety walls. So fucking warm and wet.

"Love this pussy." he groans before his mouth is back on yours.

"Say it's mine," he orders pulling back, he is towering over you again, one hand clutching your face to watch him watch you.

You only moan, equating his words to being in the moment even though they have your stomach doing flips.

"Say it's mine, baby, and I'll give you what you want."

It's like he hit a switch in you, brought out a side of you that you've never been able to release.

"It's yours," you coo, "all yours, only yours."

His eyes shine at your words, pressing a quick peck to your lips.

"Nobody can give it to you like me, they don't deserve it, been so good to you. Hmm. Can give you everything you want."

One hand travels down to your stomach, where he presses down, "Feel me in there?"

"yes." you gasp, eyes rolling back; the sex is no longer slow and sensual. He is pounding into you so hard that your body lurches up and down the bed, and your breast bounces with every thrust.

Lewis Hamilton is a dirty man, you conclude watching his lips fall open from the dirty smirk he'd had it in.

"Got something else to put in there." You clench around him tighter curses falling from his mouth as he stills inside of you.

You know he is only in the moment, this whole debacle started because of his admission of a praise kink, you know he's playing along with yours, he wants to get you there in the same way you want to get him there so you play along.

"I want it." you whine, "want it all."

Lewis thought it was impossible for him to get any hornier, but once again, you've proven him wrong.

"Want you to fill me up, want to be full of you." You play on his words from earlier. "Want all of you."

He moans once again, spreading you open. He is plowing into you. Loud grunts left his throat as he digs deeper and deeper into you. He can feel every crevice of your flesh as you swallow him.

"Gonna give you what you want, make you big and full, have you carrying my babies. Going to have what you always wanted, love."

Your eyes fall shut at his words in utter bliss.

He lays on top of you, the burn of your thighs spreading. His hands travel to your own, holding them on either side of your head. His head is nestled between the crook of your neck; he's sucking and licking along your neck. You feel him everywhere.

"mmph," you moan as he reaches and punches against your sweet spot over and over.

Lewis is so fucked out in a loving haze that he can't control the words tumbling from his lips onto your skin.

"Wanted this forever, so long." He whimpers, "Feel so good, only wanna feel you. Only wanted you."

You free one hand from his hold wrapping it around to rub at the curls at the nape of his neck. You want him to keep talking, keep feeding you the words you've waited your whole life for him to say. "I can give you everything you want, baby."

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and you can't tell if it's from the pleasure he's giving you or the words he's dribbling out.

"Taking me so well, fuck!" he sits up on his knees again, turning you over without pulling out of you; you're on all fours as he plows into you from behind.

"So mean, making me wait so long, letting me be with the wrong woman, should've been you." You clench around him eyes squeezing shut, you shouldn't enjoy these words as much as you do but you can't help it.

"Wanted it to be you, would've had our family by now, so many kids, so happy." You're literally shaking, the fire growing inside of you, making it impossible to ward off your second orgasm.

"Been looking for you in all these women, never were you, never could be. Fucking couldn't get hard without imagining your face. Always had to be you." He sounds so vulnerable and open behind you. You want to see his face so badly, and you want to watch him as he admits what you've always desired.

Like he read your mind, he flips you over again, nestling between your legs and pushing himself in again with a hiss, "Gotta see your face when you come, love."

You're on top of him, relishing in the way he looks up at you. Your thighs are placed on either side of him lifting over and over as he glides in and out of you.

He looks so beautiful, you think even if he is spitting out the most wild and lewd words you've ever had spoken to you. "Gonna empty this dick in you baby, give you my baby. Make you mine, all mine." He growls.

"Could've had this all along if you said something sooner, bunny. Would have had you feeling like this all of the time."

His hands are on your waist, lifting you up and down over him. You fall forward one hand holding you up and the other reaching down to cup his jaw. You press your lips over his, breathless pants traveling from one mouth to the other. The eye contact is intense as you stare each other down. His eyes literally sparkle as he fuck up into you, his mouth dropped open. You kiss him one last time before sitting up again and setting your own pace, "Fuck Lew, you feel so good."

You're bouncing on him at a much slower pace as his eyes fall closed and his grip tightens on your flesh.

You're not responsible for what you say when you cum, it's common knowledge, which is why when Lewis flips you over and barrels into you at a much softer pace you let his words carry no penalty, albeit the way they make your eyes water, albeit the way you return them truthfully.

It's so overwhelming you can't help the way the tears flow from your eyes and slide onto the sheets. He's cumming in spurts, hot and gooey, filling you to the brim. Lewis has never come so much. He lets out an array of grunts and moans. He's so out of it that he lets his words tumble out without a care in the world, and he means them wholly. He's fucking his cum into you, pushing it back in with his dick as you quiver around him.

"Love you, fuck, I fucking love you."

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rafeandonlyrafe · 6 months

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baby shoes

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warnings: 18+ only!, smut, best friend!rafe, childhood friends to lovers, pretty fluffy :), p in v sex, unprotected smut, breeding!, pregnancy kink?, no actual sex while pregnant but lots of like. bump descriptions?

rafe rolls his eyes as you let out a squeal, already knowing what is happening.

“oh. my. god.” you pick up the baby shoes off the shelf, a pair of sparkly flats with the cutest flower straps you've ever seen. “rafe, they're so tiny!”

you hold them up for him to look at as if he's never seen baby shoes before, despite you pointing them out to him every time you're out shopping together.

“yeah, real cute.” he says, keeping his voice completely monotone.

“rafe, don't be so sour.” you pout at him. your friendship is an unexpected one. started in kindergarten and has only grown closer since, your sweet nature in contrast to rafes hard exterior.

“y/n.” rafe sighs, taking the baby shoes from your hands as he sets them back on the shelf. “we look at baby shoes and onesies every time we go to target. i brought you here to buy you a pair of boots, let's go.”

rafe tries to usher you down the aisle. despite you also being a kook he refuses to let you (or, really, your parents credit card) pay for anything.

you nod and continue to the women's section when you cross by a pair of ugg boots made for toddlers and stop in your tracks. “raaaafe!” you coo.

look how cute this baby is rafey

“are you serious?” rafe questions reading your text message. “im laying right next to you.”

“too much work to roll over and show you.” you shrug, both scrolling on your phones, having just gotten back from a long day. so long rafe insisted you slept at his because it was closer. only one block closer, but you didn't argue. rafes bed is also yours, and yours his. you've always shared, no need to change now just because you're older.

“that baby isn't even that cute.” rafe huffs out.

you turn over now, rolling onto your stomach to glare at him. “rafe cameron, you are such a dick!”

“oh, so you'll roll over to yell at me?” rafe questions, a smile on his face. usually he wouldn't take shit from anyone, but you're not just anyone to him.

“yes because you deserve it asshole. that baby is adorable.”

“yours would be way cuter.” rafe grins, knowing how flustered you get talking about having a child of your own.

“okay, true.”

“what the fuck is going on?” rafe questions, his mouth literally dropping as he walks in.

“oh my god!” you squeal. “you told me you were coming over at 2, you idiot!”

rafe looks at the time on your alarm clock. 1:55. rafe may have not knocked before letting himself in, but he figured it was fine.

“what are you wearing?”

“it's… it's a fake pregnancy belly. my friend carly who works with the school plays said they were getting rid of it bc it was getting old… and i asked to have it.” you shrug, your embarrassment melting away the longer you talk about it.

“why would you want that?” rafe questions.

“i just wanted to see what id look like.” you shrug, turning again to look at yourself in the mirror, running your hands over the tshirt stretching around the plastic material. “i think i look cute.”

rafes eyes are on the round swell of your belly. he thinks you look more than cute, he thinks you look so ravishing he wants to make that belly real right this second.

“gonna take a shower.” rafe makes a turn towards your bathroom before you can argue, saving himself by locking the door behind him.

“why are you in a mood?” rafe just entered your house but he can already tell from the look on your face that something has upset you.

“freaking kelsey is pregnant.” you spit her name out like it's an insult. she's been your sworn moral enemy ever since she “dated” rafe in the fourth grade and told him he had to choose between staying friends with you or dating her. he chose staying friends of course, but you've despised her anyways since.

“okay…” rafe waits for more reasoning to you being so upset.

“that should be me.” you whine, not ashamed as you throw a little tantrum, stomping your feet on the ground.

“it can be.” rafe shrugs.

“huh?” you question, plopping back on the couch behind you, waiting for rafe to join you for movie night.

“you're not a kid anymore, y/n. you're 21. have a baby if you want.” rafe simply states.

“i- who would i even have a baby with? im single.” you've been single a majority of your life. there were flings in high school, but no one that lasted.

what you don't know if rafe contributed heavily to those relationships ending. he had staked his claim on you, and no guy was worthy in his eyes.

“id help you raise a baby.” rafe says without really thinking, sitting down on the couch next to you, not flinching as you turn to place your feet on his lap, always wanting to stretch out and get comfortable.

“you would?”

“im with you all the time anyways.” rafe nods. “if you had a baby id basically be their dad anyways.”

“id want that.” you admit. “you're the only guy out there i trust enough to get me pregnant.” you're not really thinking about your words themselves as you press your fingers to your stomach, imagining it filled up with a baby, with rafes baby.

“alright, we gotta talk about something else.” rafe shifts on the couch, pushing your feet off his lap to turn himself slightly away from you.

“wait why?” you question, sitting forward.

“just… change the subject.” rafe takes a deep breath, trying to calm down the boner that is growing in his pants.

“no, tell me!” you move closer, which only makes rafe turn away more. “tell me, rafey!”

he's never kept anything from you, and shockingly you can't figure out why he's behaving like this now.

“jesus, stop!” rafe scooches away when you grab onto his arm, trying to get him to face you, to look at you.

“tell me!” you complain again.

“because im fucking hard okay!” rafe shouts, standing up from the couch. “it's getting me fucking hard thinking about getting you pregnant so change the fucking subject!”

you sit on the couch in shock, eyes wide open. you know you shouldn't, he's your best friend after all, but you find your eyes moving lower, and sure enough, the front of rafes pants and tented, cock pushing away from his body.

“i-i-” you stammer.

“you nothing. okay? we forget this happened. just stop talking about getting fucking pregnant and stop talking about me being the one to do it.”

“but i want it to be you.” you blink up at rafe, head suddenly clearing. you do want it or be rafe. he's the only one who should be waking up in the middle of the night with you when your baby cries. he's the one you want to experience every milestone with. he's the one you want filling you up over and over until your tummy starts to swell.

“we can't go back.” rafe says, his tone suddenly serious. “we can't go back to just friends.”

“i know.” it's all you need to say for rafe to surge forward, dropping his knees to the floor as he kisses you, mouth easily dominating yours. you let out a soft moan as his hands cup your jaw, keeping you close even though you press yourself into him, hands fisted in his shirt.

“let me have you.” rafe pants against your mouth. “i need you. let me fill you up.”

“yes.” you nod. “yes, please. take your clothes off.”

you don't care that you're in the middle of your living room, you immediately tug your shirt off over your head, bearing your breasts to him. rafe knew you never wore a bra when in your own home, but seeing your bare tits is still a shock.

he doesn't even take his shirt off despite you tugging at it, cupping your chest as he leans in, mouth wrapping around your nipple.

“oh my god!” you squeal, fisting your hands in rafes hair, holding him close to your body as his tongue flicks over your nipple, hardening it quickly.

“i… im sorry baby i need to get inside of you.” rafe feels crude, tugging at your shorts to pull them down your legs, tossing them away.

“i need you too.” there will be plenty of time now that you've admitted feelings for each other to take your time, to go slow and learn each other's bodies.

rafe stands up, looking down at you in just your underwear, eyes glassy with lust as he pulls his shirt off, followed by him tugging his pants down, finally getting your eyes off his face as your eyes move down. you reach forward, hand rubbing over rafes length, annoyed that the fabric of his underwear is not allowing you to see him properly.

“fuck, stop.” rafe takes a step back. “im supposed to cum in you. get you pregnant. you're gonna make me bust.”

you smile, flattered that your simple touch can cause him to almost lose it.

“where do you want me.” you whisper. you aren't a virgin but you certainly aren't as experienced as rafe. while you know he partakes in hookups at parties you don't attend, you were never interested in sleeping around just for the sake of sleeping around.

“just lay back, baby.” rafe let's out a huff as you turn from sitting on the couch to laying down, your breasts falling beautifully as you wait for him to make the next move. “let's get these off.” rafe pulls your underwear down, but you keep your legs together to hide yourself for a little longer.

rafe shucks his underwear off next, praying his throbbing erection doesn't cause him to cum the second he gets inside of you.

you let out a low moan just from the both of you being naked. “gonna kneel down. wrap your leg around me.” rafe helps position you, spreading your legs as his eyes take in your wet cunt, pretty and perfect as he wraps your knee around his hips as he sinks himself down, moving to drape his body over yours.

“ill go slow.” rafe says, hoping he can stay true to his word as he reaches down, running his cock briefly through your folds, obsessed with the way your expression changed into one of pure pleasure.

“okay, just at first.” you nod. you need slow to open you up, to stretch your walls to allow rafes size, but you dont want it to stay slow, needing to feel him pound into you, make a mess of your cunt.

rafe sinks in with a gasp as your tightness and warmth envelops him. “fuck.” he mutters out, eyes squeezing closed as he inserts himself until he’s fully buried inside you pussy.

“feels real good rafey.” you pout. “cant believe we didn’t do this sooner. could already have a baby by now.” “oh, im gonna give you plenty.” rafe bends down to kiss you, letting himself get lost in the kiss, focusing on your mouth against his to distract from his throbbing cock.

“move.” you gasp, starting to grind your hips. “move.”

its all rafe needs to start smashing his hips back and forth, rocking into you in a steady but fast motion, aiming every time to get his cock as deep inside of you as possible.

“yes, yes!” you squeal, hands gripping his shoulders. as good as rafe thrusting into you feels, you want his cum more than anything. you begin to squeeze your pussy around him every time he pulls out before thrusting back in, and you can tell from the way rafes mouth hangs open that he likes it.

“fuck, im already close, sorry.” rafe has never had a problem cumming too early with anyone else, but hes never been with you, his best friend who he’s been head over heels for since kindergarten, who is begging to have him put a baby in your womb.

“cum in me. please.” you don’t even care about your own orgasm. you don’t even want it, already feeling so overwhelmed from the way rafes cock swells inside of you.

your eyebrows raise when you realize what the warmth spreading inside of you is, never having let a man take you without a condom. you let out a moan to match rafes as he cums, flooding your insides as he grinds into you.

you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him down onto you, not caring about the weight as you squeeze your cunt, milking any last drops out of him.

“oh my god, i’m gonna cry its so cute.” tears brim in your eyes as you look at your finished nursery, rafe having done the last of the decorations when you were napping, putting the final touches on.

“you're so cute.” he hums, wrapping his arms around you as he stands behind you, also looking over the room.

“thank you. its perfect.” you sniffle.

“you’re perfect.” rafe has been overwhelming you with compliments lately, wanting to make sure that you know he is still very much attracted to you with your pregnant belly. “and beautiful. and hot. and sexy.” “oh, stop it.” you roll your eyes with a giggle, turning to face rafe.

“it would be inappropriate to have sex in our babies nursery, wouldn’t it?” despite the baby not even being here yet, rafe looks around the former guest bedroom and realizes that it simply wouldn’t be right.

“you’re not getting me on the floor anyways.” you press your hands to your stomach. seven months along with rafes baby.

“probably for the best.” rafe places his hand on your back, leading you out of the nursery and towards your bed. “wanna eat you out on our bed anyways, mamas.”

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mrpenguinpants · 2 years

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Low Battery Warning - Touch Starved HCs

— If he goes too long without you by his side, he starts to get irritable and too frustrating for anyone to deal with. For the sake of everyone, please remember to recharge your battery before leaving for extended periods of time.

— Tartaglia, Kaveh, Ayato, Alhaitham, and Dottore

[Masterlist]

I JUST WANT TO WRITE WHIPPED MEN OKAY? What do you mean I have to write a part 2 for two different fics??? I'm honestly surprised I managed to finish this. Also, ALHAITHAM NATION REJOICE, YOUR BOY IS HERE AND I CAN FINALLY MAKE A BANNER. I wasn't going to write him (I'm a kaveh stan) but now that he's here...

Tartaglia

While Tartaglia is the most favored to work with compared to the other Harbingers, that's only by a very slim margin. The closest you'll get to death is when the man gets bored and randomly picks someone to fight, but they usually make it out alive. Maybe a couple weeks in the medical bay and a few broken bones but they aren't dead for the most part. He's also the youngest and therefore the most easy-going even if he's a bit childish. He's a soldier first so he knows the pain of listening to someone verbally beat you down and not having the power to do anything back. But he's still a person at the end of the day and after so many people messing up and delaying his work, he's starting to get irritated. First, it was someone spilling tea onto important documents that he just finished signing, then the Fatui agents stationed near Jueyun Karst being defeated by some no-named treasure hoarders, and then finally being held hostage in his own office because the Liyue Qixing wouldn't leave him alone. God, he slumps over his desk, he just wants to go home and see you!

By the time he finally stumbles through the door, you're already passed out on the couch. He can't blame you, it's very late into the night and he would probably be more upset if you forced yourself to stay awake just to welcome him home. But he can still pout that he was taken away from you for so long, he didn't even get to see you all day. That's borderline torture. But he supposes he can forgive you since you look so cute bundled up in his red shirt. If he happens to take a picture or two that's for his knowledge and eyes only. So he easily scoops you up into his arms, taking a couple seconds to just stand there as he basks in the comfortable weight before he takes you to bed. Just for tonight. This will be the last time work takes him away from home for so long.

It lasts for two weeks. Usually, Childe could hold himself together, he's been away for far longer, but the fact that you're right there and he can't hold you is driving him insane. By the 14th day, Childe is ready to snap his pen in half and hurl it at the next person that comes through that cursed door. He doesn't though because it's usually Ekaterina, the only one that has the balls to talk to him right now, and she deserves far more than she's paid to deal with. But he's touch-deprived and tired. Even Zhongli with his infinite amount of patience advises him to sort himself out before inviting him out to lunch next time. He tried to deal with it on his own, this isn't the first time he's felt claustrophobic, but after the fifth Hilichurl camp he doesn't feel any better which only makes his mood sour further. He might even beat Scaramouche in how short-tempered he is right now. There's heavy air wherever he goes and whatever carefree persona he usually has on is thrown out the window.

It's Zhongli who clues you into how bad Childe's demeanor has gotten, the rascal looks horrible both physically and mentally. Despite the consultant and Childe being on friendly terms, you don't really know the man that well. But he doesn't seem like the type of person to lie so you thank him for the information and make your way to the Northland Bank. To be honest, you've been feeling the effects of not seeing Childe as often as you usually do. You know his work can get so hectic that it keeps him cooped up in his office but it's been a while since you've even seen that fluff of ginger hair. He usually doesn't want you near his work considering how it might put you in danger, but if he isn't taking care of himself then what kind of partner would you be if you didn't help?

Even outside the building, you can feel the effects of what Zhongli talked about. All the agents look like they're on their last legs, there's a gloomy atmosphere surrounding the building even though the sun shines brightly across Liyue harbor, and you can vaguely hear an annoyed Harbinger scolding someone. As soon as you set foot into the building Ekaterina nearly tackles you off your feet. Desperately thanking you for coming and looking at you as if you're the Tsaritsa herself.

As soon as Ekaterina says your name, Childe whips his head around at such a speed that you're afraid his head might fling off as his eyes lock onto yours. You know Childe wouldn't hurt you, never you, but he's looking at you like he's about to devour you and you're suddenly very glad you've never been on the receiving end of his anger. He shoves the papers in his hands into the agent's chest he was probably reprimanding and marches over to where you are.

"C-Childe?" "S-Sir?"

Ekaterina mirrors the wary call of his name until he's finally in front of you and without a word, throws his arms around you. You stumble a bit under his weight but you quickly circle your arms around his back and hold on tight so you don't trip over your own feet. You can only imagine what it looks like for Ekaterina to see her stiff boss suddenly deflate in your arms. A pleased groan escapes from him as he basically lifts you off your feet just so he can hug you closer to him. You almost feel like a child's teddy bear with your legs dangling in the air trapped in a crushing hug. You know that your relationship with Childe isn't a secret but you both don't show any displays of affection, you don't even really interact in public in general, so this is pretty open for the two of you. Well, for you at least. You don't even think Childe is registering anything around him except that you're here.

"Are you okay милый?" you whisper into his ear, nuzzling into the side of his head that's nestled into your shoulder. Your snezhnaya is a little rough around the edges but from how he seems to purr you think he enjoys it nonetheless. "Although I'm happy to see you too, don't you think we should move so we aren't blocking the main entrance?"

He sleepily blinks awake and slowly starts to acknowledge that you're both very much standing at the bank's entrance with everyone shamelessly staring. He frankly looks like he doesn't care, people have working legs, they can walk around you both. But he also doesn't want anyone to find another reason to take him away when he's very comfortable.

"If you need me, don't," is the clipped order that rings out through the bank. You know he's heavily censoring what he actually wants to say but from how everyone cowers away, they can probably tell what would happen if they disobey him. They all give him a nod and a salute before he's picking you up, cradles you into your arms, and swiftly walks upstairs. With a kick of his boot, the door slams shut and he sinks into his chair, you seated pretty on his lap.

"Please never leave me, I think I might die," he groans, re-wrapping his arms tight around your waist. You can only sigh fondly as you gently run your fingers through his hair, rubbing small circles into his scalp and he melts into goo. As if you would want to leave.

Kaveh

You know Kaveh is a bit...eccentric to say the least. He always says what's on his mind and most of the time his thoughts are things he should keep to himself. Even you're not totally immune to his blunt honesty despite the fact he tries to watch how he phrases things when directed to you. He doesn't want to accidentally hurt your feelings, regardless if you know he means no harm. It's rather cute that for someone who doesn't care about what others think of him, he's a bit insecure around you. He likes you, really likes you, and he often finds himself plotting out what he's going to say hours before your lunch date with him. But as soon as you greet him with that charming smile and a brief hug, he turns into putty and whatever flowery language he conjured in his mind is swept away. The confident architect that graduated with honors is reduced to a red-faced mess of stumbling words. It doesn't help that you find it adorable enough to press a chaste kiss to his red cheek and he swears that he's going to pass out from a heat stroke.

He's both extremely glad and terribly conflicted that your love language seems to be touch. He loves it when you brush your fingers through his hair but it always lulls him into sleep so he doesn't get any work done. He loves it when you hug him tightly but then he never wants to leave so he doesn't get any work done. He loves it when you cup his cheeks and pull him into a kiss but then he goes in for seconds, then thirds, and so on that he doesn't get any work done. If he went into alchemy rather than architecture he would dedicate his life work to studying why you have the touch of an Archon that compels him so. But he didn't and now that he's drowning in debt, he really needs to concentrate and finish his work before the deadline.

So now he has the painful task of trying to find an extremely polite way of asking you to leave him alone without you taking offense and breaking up with him. He would be devastated if he couldn't see your loving gaze on him again. But the situation is dire because as soon as he sees you, all he wants to do is curl up in bed with you in his arms. Preferably forever but he'll cross that bridge when he gets there. But every time he tries to bring it up it only takes one look from you for him to stutter and wave off his words. He tries to pep talk himself and every single time he claims that this will be the day that he, very politely, pushes you off, it ends with him melting into goo and waking up the next day with all his untouched work judging him from the table.

It gets to the point that he begins to air his grievances to Alhaitham of all people. To be fair, he doesn't expect the scribe to listen to a word he says and if he did, it would only be because Kaveh needed to pay his share of the rent. But he's pleasantly surprised when you pop up with a guilty smile and that Alhaitham explained his circumstances to you. He tries to clear up the situation, he has no idea what Alhaitham said specifically but it must have been put in the worst way possible, but you take his hands and he shuts up immediately. You give him a light giggle that melts his heart and you tell him to call for you once he's completed his work.

It was the worst decision he's ever made. Second to moving in with Alhaitham. Maybe his judgment of you being an angel was a lie and you were secretly the devil from how often his thoughts were plagued by you. He could draw a circle and think of your eyes. He knows that he's smitten in your presence but he didn't expect that to double when he's suddenly alone. His only motivation is that as soon as he's finished, he'll be able to see you again. But his mind and his work bleed together and he ends up drawing your face instead of buildings and pipes.

He ends up locking himself in his studio and slowly deforming into slime with how awful he's taking care of himself. Alhaitham has to pry him from the table only for Kaveh to flop in his arms that the scribe gives up and hauls the corpse over his shoulder and makes his way to your home. Kaveh still needs to pay his share of the rent so he's not allowed to die before then.

When you opened the door you weren't expecting Alhaitham at your doorstep with Kaveh over his shoulder. He doesn't seem to want to be in this situation either because it looks like he's two seconds away from throwing your boyfriend across the room. But he manages to reign everything in front of you and quickly explains Kaveh's situation, dumping said man into your arms, and telling you to fix it. You shoot him an apologetic smile that he waves off, it's not like it's your fault, before turning around and making his way back to his own home.

"Kaveh?" you whisper gently against his ear to not startle him. It only takes him a second to register your voice before he's perking up and beaming at you. He easily shifts positions so you're in his arms instead. Twirling you around and using the momentum to tuck an arm under your knees and smoothly picking you up, somehow supporting your entire weight in one arm while the other closes the door. Sometimes you forget that Kaveh is really strong despite his lean stature. He is a claymore user after all.

"Darling! What are you doing here?" Kaveh questions while he makes himself at home. If only your living space was big enough for him to store all his work otherwise he would have moved in with you by now.

"Alhaitham mentioned that your recent commission was taking up all your time and you weren't taking care of yourself. Are you alright?" you ask, wrapping your arms around his neck to steady yourself while Kaveh takes his shoes and coat off. In these types of moments, no matter what you do or say he'll refuse to let you out of his arms. If he has to live with one arm then he'll gladly do so just so long as his other hand is wrapped around you.

"Never better," he replies with a smile. He's obviously lying given the dark circles under his pretty red eyes but the soft look he sends you is enough to tell you that right now, he's never been more comfortable. It makes you a bit flustered to have such an intense gaze on you but Kaveh is always forward with his affections and this isn't any different. With you in his arms, there's nowhere for you to run to when he tilts your chin down and brushes his lips against yours.

"Be still for me..." he whispers, the vibrations of his voice tingling against your skin as both of your eyes slowly close. Only for the moment to shatter by loud knocks on your door. You both jerk apart and turn to the disturbance with varying expressions. You're a flustered mess while Kaveh scowls as if the door offended his entire life's work. He finally sets you down on your feet and gives you a quick peck on the cheek. Before marching to the door, flinging it open, and telling the man on the other side to shoo before slamming the door in his face. Unless the world is ending, don't knock.

Ayato

To say Ayato works hard is an understatement. There are several nights when he's glued to his desk rather than resting in bed. Such are the woes of him being forever dedicated to his duties as the Yashiro Commissioner. On days when there are big events and everything needs to be perfect, he's nearly inconsolable that Thoma weighs how much he can get away with if he knocks Ayato out with a frying pan. His pondering doesn't go far because even though Ayato looks like a corpse from the lack of sleep, he'd probably knock Thoma off his feet before the housekeeper could even raise his arms. Ayaka has better luck but she's only able to drag him away for a few minutes before he points in a random direction to divert her attention before disappearing as soon as she turns back. It's just something everyone is aware of and they try their best to support Lord Kamisato. But if it starts to look really bad, like Ayato might drop dead at any second, then you're called in. The last defense and their ace up the sleeve. Not to brag or anything but you have a spotless record and you intend to keep it that way.

It only takes one word from you to have the dignified and cunning Ayato turn into a scared rabbit. His name. None of the wary calls of Lord Kamisato, a dismissal of his titles, and certainly not your affectionate terms of endearment. It always brings the temperature of the room to zero and Ayaka has to double-check that her cyro vision didn't accidentally activate. Unlike Thoma and Ayaka, you're not soft on him and you set your foot down when it comes to his extremes. One of the many reasons he fell in love with you but it's coming back to bite him now. He hates seeing you unhappy, doing anything possible to wipe that frown off your face, but when it's him that's making you so displeased he can't help but look like a scolded puppy.

It doesn't take much for you to know that Ayato has overworked himself to the breaking point again. You understand his duties mean that he's going to be riddled with work but you're his partner first and foremost. You're there to care about Ayato, not the Yashiro Commissioner. And Ayato looks like he's falling apart at the seams. Heavy eye bags, pale complexion, and his body swaying back and forth before he catches himself from falling over. It pains your heart to see him like this and yet still push himself to keep going. So you take one, two, and three steps towards him to delicately take his hand in yours, rubbing soothing circles into his palm before intertwining your fingers together.

Unlike Thoma and Ayaka, he doesn't disappear as soon as you take your eyes off him. Just stands there and stares dopily at you while you issue orders to take over his work. God, you look so attractive when you're in control. It's been a while since he's seen anything but paper and ink but did you always look this beautiful? He's so glad he's going to marry you. Maybe he can force the elders to move the ceremony date up. Everyone in the room politely ignores the fact that Ayato is saying these thoughts out loud and how red your face has gotten.

He doesn't object when you pull him out of the room with you, blindly following you wherever you happen to lead him by the hand. As long as your hand is in his, he'll follow you to the ends of the earth if you'll allow it. It's a bit comical how the dignified Yashiro Commissioner recedes into himself and crumbles away into a love-sick man just by a simple touch. At much as it makes you feel a bit shy, it's nice to know that Ayato won't try and weasel his way out of your grasp and return to his work.

If anything he clings to you like an onikabuto on a tree. You have to waddle your way to the baths with an oversized blue-haired man refusing to let go and draping himself over your back. You know he's making this as hard as possible on purpose, just do you can dote and pamper him a bit longer before he succumbs to slumber and has to return to work. It dampens his mood thinking of the future but it's quickly ushered away by the warm water poured over his head. It's fitting that his vision is hydro because he fits himself into the space you provide as you begin to scrub his hair clean.

There's something meditative about having his hair washed by your hands that no one else can replicate. It's a luxury that he only receives when he works hard enough that his arms hang uselessly at his sides and his body slumps into itself. Soft and malleable, completely willing to bend and mold in whatever shape you wish. But your hands scrub through his hair gently, rubbing all the stress out of his body and never complaining. Right now there's nothing else that matters more than being here with you and you with him.

"I'm going to rinse your hair out. Close your eyes now," you softly say and he follows your instructions. The rush of warm water is soothing to his ears although it sparks something in his memory that momentarily takes him out of this romantic moment. He reaches blindly behind him to take your hand, rubbing circles into your palm to halt your actions.

"It's just occurred to me but aren't you supposed to be on a trip to Watatsumi island?" he opens his eyes to peer up at you, his long eyelashes tipped with water droplets reminding you of just how pretty Ayato is. It's almost a good enough distraction for you to forget why exactly you're here rather than speaking with Kokomi right now. Almost.

"I was but someone had to go and work himself to death again. You need to take better care of yourself Ayato. I don't want to see Thoma running across all of Inazuma just to drag me back because you can't seem to sit still for a few seconds," your frown deepens with each sentence. Your free hand that's not in his grasp is knocking against his forehead, albeit not hard enough to cause any actual pain. He only chuckles before pulling you into the water with him until you're sitting on the edge of the bathtub. His head lay comfortably against your thighs.

"Apologies." He's not sorry at all. "When you're not beside me I have to throw myself into my work or else I may go insane."

"Oh so now all of this is my fault," you huff exasperated but he can hear the undertones of how happy that sentence makes you. "Come on, you'll catch a cold if we stay here any longer."

"Mmm, indulge me," he mumbles into your skin, his eyes closing once again with a content smile on his face. He doesn't need to see to know that you have an equally fond expression.

"Oh, so now my lord wishes to relax?"

"Only because you're here."

Alhaitham

You know that your relationship with Alhaitham is unusual to onlookers. You're both polar opposites and yet somehow stumbled into a rather healthy and committed relationship. To others, Alhaitham is a talented and intelligent man. The perfect bachelor if it wasn't for his "extraordinary sense of individualism" that he doesn't pay attention to people around him. He's notorious for being hard to get along with that not even his handsome face is enough for people to sit around for too long. Meanwhile, there's you. A wandering traveler who takes work whenever anyone needs an extra pair of hands. You're a bit well-known for accepting any job that pays well regardless of how dangerous or weird it might be. But unlike Alhaitham, you're more than happy to make conversation and you're often seen conversing with scholars from every one of the Six Darshans.

To everyone's knowledge, it's you that's the clingy one. You always have a hand around his arm or throw yourself at him shamelessly. Everyone assumes that Alhaitham tolerates it because he never pushes you off but he doesn't reciprocate affection to the degree that you do. If only those nosy scholars could see him now. Your newest job has you traveling to the Chasm to help collect and study the newly opened area. While the Chasm is close to Sumeru, a series of mysterious accidents led the entire mine to be closed. With the Liyue Qizing gradually reopening the area there's a lot of ground to cover. Alhaitham doesn't care much for the details except that this means you'll be away from him for a few years rather than a few weeks. As soon as you told him the expected date you'll return his face instantly soured. It was so cute that you couldn't help but press kisses to the corners of his mouth until they lifted. But one thing led to another and you're now trapped underneath his strong figure for the past couple of hours with no signs of him letting go. Every day you're gone equates to one minute he gets to keep you here.

No matter how much Alhaitham wishes to make you stay, even going so far as to bribe you, you eventually gather your things, press one last kiss to his lips, and leave him in his too-quiet house. He doesn't want to admit it but as soon as he closes the door he already feels lonely. But he'll learn to cope and continue with his life. He's been through more challenging obstacles and made it through. It's only two years, 3 months, 14 minutes, and 58 seconds. Alhaitham sighs and leans against the door. He's not going to make it.

Everyone else is content to whisper behind their hands about how the scribe seems to be more hostile. While Alhaitham doesn't have the most friendly personality, he's still somewhat polite until someone gives him a reason to exit the conversation. But now Alhaitham can barely get two sentences in before insulting someone. He doesn't even mean to do it on purpose, it just slips out. A girl who happens to share your eye color is met with a backhanded compliment that she should eat more fish. A man whose skin color is just a shade lighter than yours is met with an irritated scowl before he could even say anything. It's only now that people start to miss your presence because anything is better than a walking warning sign.

It only takes a few weeks for him to crack. He's not usually this starved of attention but the knowledge that he won't see you for another two years has him itching at his wrists. While on the outside there doesn't seem to be any changes, he's perfectly calm and collected, but his facade breaks when he starts making rash decisions. When he heard that his senior Kaveh needed a place to stay due to his financial situation, he offered to live with him much to everyone and his own surprise. Even Kaveh suspiciously asks why Alhaitham is being so generous. He doesn't dignify it with a proper answer, only that he better get his situation fixed within the next two years or the scribe is kicking him out.

As the second year rolls past, it's Kaveh who brings up Alhaitham's sudden mood change. He seems...excited. Kaveh chalks it up to Alhaitham being happy that Kaveh is finally moving out but that'd be kind of low even for someone like Alhaitham. As someone who cares about the arts and romance, there's a certain care in how Alhaitham cleans the house. Every systematic movement is laced with a longing gaze. His wrists are rubbed raw that Kaveh has to physically step in or he might rub so hard he reaches the bone. But above all the dangerous aura around Alhaitham is replaced with something Kaveh can only describe as restless patience.

"Honey, I'm home!" your happy voice is accompanied by the loud slam of the door crashing against the wall. Kaveh is startled by a random stranger entering their house but mostly at the term of endearment. Alhaitham only lowers his book at your voice before going back to reading. A bit rude in Kaveh's opinion but he can see the small smile that Alhaitham tries to hide behind the pages of his book. It's not like you aren't a bit devious yourself. So you retaliate by plucking the book out of his hands, taking a quick glance at his page number before placing it on the desk.

"Welcome back. I assume your job went well?" Alhaitham sighs as you kick his legs apart, plop yourself down into his lap, and rest your head against his chest. If you weren't so enthralled by the masterpiece that was Alhaitham's physique, you would have laughed at how the blond-haired man seemed to stare owlishly at the scene. His eyes almost fall out of their heads when Alhaitham doesn't push you off, doesn't throw you over his shoulder, or even make the slightest hint of being irritated or embarrassed. He just places his hands around your waist, rests his chin on your head, and sends an icy glare to which the blond-haired man scoffs before excusing himself. It's not anything different from what he usually does to onlookers although this is you and you can tell just how weary he is. How deeply he relaxes in your hold as the tension melts from his shoulders. How his eyes search over your body for any injuries that you might have gotten. It does look like you got a bit roughed up during your stay at the Chasm. Your hair is cut shorter than he remembers, you've put on some muscle, and there are a few nicks and cuts running along parts of your skin that are visible. But none of that matters because you're here. You're finally here.

"Aww, Haitham did you miss me?" you tease only to quickly eat your words when he manuever's you sideways so he can pin your back against the couch. You're hit with a sense of deja vu back to two years ago when you were about to leave for this trip.

"The next time you take a commission that lasts longer than two weeks, I'm coming with you or you're not going at all," he grumbles as he tucks himself into the crook of your neck with no signs of leaving. You laugh now but he's dead serious.

Dottore

You aren't sure when it started but at some point, you've been labeled as "Dottore's Favourite". He always seems to be the slightest bit nicer if you happen to be there, his voice a smidge less aggressive, and a lot more touchy. He's a Doctor first so he doesn't want to be contaminated by whatever bacteria people have gathered. But with you, he always seems to have a hand on you. Either harshly pinching your cheeks like a child with a crazed grin whenever you mumble something he deems stupid or pulling your arm of out its socket as he yanks you through the hallways of his lab. You act almost as his shadow, permanently glued to his feet and forced to follow wherever he goes.

You wouldn't consider yourself exceptional at your job but you did know how to listen. Perhaps it was your blatant disregard for your lack of safety since your head was always in the clouds that let you do your job with a steady hand. You don't blame your college's, it's hard to work under so much stress. If you had to do quantum physics and whatever the hell smart people do with someone who could, and would, kill you on the spot if you couldn't tell him what 3567 x 438 was on the spot, you think you could have exploded and crumbled on the spot. But you were just the ditzy receptionist who twirled a pencil on her nose more than on a paper. The only thing you were required to do was make sure Dottore was never bothered and let him know if anyone important needed his attention.

You've seen the Regrator the most compared to the rest of the Harbingers. You don't know what a banker needs from a doctor but you're not about to ask. It's not your business and you aren't paid enough to care about what your boss does. Besides, for such a handsome face his presence creeps you out which is saying something considering there's a maniacal doctor that treats human lives like numbers on a stats page. But since you are his "receptionist" you have to make conversation with him. Most of your interaction extends to him asking if the Doctor is in and you politely saying that he's out. You both pointedly ignore the loud crashes and angry yelling from one of his segments behind the closed steel door.

Once again, you don't consider yourself exceptional at your job. You're just a lousy receptionist at a place that doesn't require it and who spends all their time spinning in the office chair than doing actual work. You're just as replaceable as any grunt in this hell hole. So when Tartaglia waltzes through the doors, blinking at you with his dead fish eyes, before nodding to himself and hauling you out of your chair you can only hope that Dottore manages to remember that he has a meeting with Pantalone at noon.

You're hardly gone for an hour. Tartaglia was just bored, bored enough to come to Dottore of all people, that he happened to spot you who looked equally as bored. He just roughed you up a little before he deemed you completely useless and a horrible fighter before sending you back on your way. Seriously, if he wanted a fight he should have just picked one of the skirmishers instead of a damn receptionist. Although you may have to reconsider your position because as soon as you walk back into the lab, a girl is throwing herself at you and demanding where you've been.

You don't get the chance to answer before she's hurriedly running down twisting hallways, down the stairs, and punching in codes so complicated it looked like she was trying to make music out of them. Whatever questions you have are ignored in favor of getting you somewhere as fast as possible. It begins to make sense when you're finally shoved into a room, the girl who dragged you all this way throwing herself onto her knees and begging for forgiveness for letting you wander off.

The lab is an absolute disaster. This isn't the organized chaos you're acquainted with but the aftermath of a manic episode you're familiar with. Glass shards dripping with fluorescent liquid, research notes torn apart that flutter around the room as faux snow, and one mad doctor in the middle.

"Where have you been?"

For someone who destroyed years worth of progress, he sounds oddly calm and collected. His deep voice is firm while he fiddles with a test tube of blue liquid, watching it slosh around before placing it onto a broken table. He barely pays any mind to the girl currently on her hands and knees, forehead pressed to the ground while she glares at you to say something.

"Out," is your reply. A casual shrug of your shoulders even though the Dottore's back is to you. He's not wearing his usual white coat. That's too bad, you think it looks kinda cool. Really goes with his bird aesthetic.

"Out...out you say. Out. Out. Out," he mumbles softly, each time he say's the word "out", he taps the test tube harder onto the table. The lull in conversation only makes the pressure of the room drop lower before the tension snaps and he hurls the test tube at the girl still on her knees. It's only thanks to your reflexes that you manage to grab the collar of her uniform and throw her back just as the test tube collides with the floor, the liquid melting away the concrete where her head was. You can only give her a nudge and a look towards the door for her to scramble to her feet and flee as far away as she can. The slam of the door behind her acting as the nail in the coffin as Dottore's body seems to slump in on itself.

"Where have you been?" he asks again, running a hand through his messy hair. He sounds and looks far more tired, his fingers twitching to reach out and hold you but his pride stopping him. So you push yourself and step forward into his space, reaching your hands out to cup his face and rubbing soothing circles into his porcelain skin. He doesn't lean into your touch but he doesn't push you away either.

"Getting tossed around by Tartaglia. He came by saying he was bored and I just so happened to be there," you say absentmindedly, twirling the long lock of blue hair that hangs off the sides of his mask. He responds by snatching your wrist, squeezing hard enough until your bones creak. "Were you worried? Did you think I ran away?"

He doesn't dignify your question with a response. Simply shrugging your hands off his face before he reaches up to pinch your cheeks, a familiar cackle vibrating from his chest.

"As if you would have anywhere to go."

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hii i noticed your reqs are open, if you dont mind can you do a pt 2 to jjk men vs their gf's plushie collection? with geto, choso and nanami :) thank youu

JJK MEN VS THEIR GF'S PLUSHIE COLLECTION

featuring. geto suguru, choso kamo, nanami kento x fem! reader

warnings. none

note. ooooo anon, the first part of this got a lot of love and i was actually contemplating on making a second part for it, so thank you for requesting <33 tbh if anyone messes with my plushie as a plushie collector, i will throw hands.

GETO SUGURU. for the first few months after he finds out about your plushie collection — the male actually doesn't mind it at all, in fact, he contributed in adding soldiers to the collection. but as time goes by, he began regretting it (just a teeny tiny bit) because he realizes that these plushies are close to stealing his spot as a partner.

"angel." he calls out to you in annoyance, his hand reaching out to grab circle around your ankle.

his mouth was full of distaste, he wanted to throw away those plushies from your embrace — he grabbed your ankle, pulling your body towards him with an angry grunt, "com'ere." he mutters out.

"sugu, what's wrong with you?" you ask him, blinking in confusion to what has gotten him in such a sour mood.

"that." he points at the plushie in your arms, "i don't like him." he snatches the plushie away, glaring at it.

"are you jealous of it?" you sang out happily, throwing your arms around his neck.

"i'm going to say it once, yes, 'm jealous of it. i'm not buying you anymore because why are they getting more attention than i am? are they the boyfriend?" he sputters out, looking away, avoiding your gaze.

you laugh lightly, grabbing his jaw to make him face you and kissed him shortly, "you could've just said so, you big baby."

CHOSO. is so confused, what did you find so entrancing about characters filled with cotton when you had a real life plushie by your side? (talking about him, by the way).

he didn't understand the feelings that were burning in him, but he didn't like it. not one bit. it was the kind of feeling where he'd want to use his technique on your plump plushies — but choso knew that you wouldn't like that so he has never done it.

when you're both home, the male trails around behind you like a lost puppy. very much confused to why the plushie was in your arms instead of him, but couldn't bring the heart to say it to you so he ends up just placing himself beside you on the couch, on the bed, wherever.

"cho, why are you looking at me? do you need anything?" choso was surprised at your sudden question, yes he was looking at you, precisely at the plushie squished in between your arms.

he shook his head and faced forwards, before you know it, his head turns to you again for a long time. eyes narrowed and lips puckered out, "i don't like this feeling," he mutters out.

you turn to him, "what feeling?"

"like i want to punch that in the face," he points at the dragon plushie in between your arms, and you burst out laughing.

"are you actually jealous of my plushie?" you put the plushie aside and opened your arms as an invitation for him, "why didn't you say so, hm?"

he didn't answer you and just dropped his weight into your embrace, burying his head into your shoulder, "because you like them."

you kissed the crown of his head, "but i love you."

NANAMI KENTO. he actually doesn't mind you having a collection at all — the thing he minds it when you pamper them instead of pampering him. nanami doesn't get in bad moods easily, but when it comes to you giving attention to your plushies first instead of him, he gets pretty upset.

working late was a total bum to you (to anyone else really), and coming home — nanami was ready to give you love, but when you greet him with a simple "hello" before running to the room to grab your favorite plushie out of the collection, he didn't know why; but he felt like he was actually losing to a whole non-living object.

and it actually made him upset.

"ken, why are you being awfully silent?" you jumped onto the couch where he was sitting at, the same plushie still in your arms.

the male stares at you for a bit before looking back towards the television — and you by now were worried, had you done anything wrong? or did something happen in his work place?

nanami wouldn't even admit it, because he knew if he admitted that he was jealous; he'd never hear the end of it. even if it was from you.

you tugged on his shirt, "did i do anything wrong?" oh, god, of course you didn't — but just the fact that you're asking him that made him feel guilty, so the male sighed, pulling your body close before shaking his head.

he grabs the plushie and throws it aside before pulling you into a hug, not breaking a word. he just hugs you in silence, not that you were complaining, "ken, did something happen?"

"i'm a little upset."

"can you tell me why?"

"you come home and go to your plushie? when i was the one waiting for you? i didn't even get a hug or a kiss," he mumbles out into your hair, and you lightly laugh, rubbing your hand on his back.

"so you're jealous?"

"no. i'm upset."

yes, yes. he was upset.

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building off of this platonic yandere batfam headcanon where they're slaves to your moods and whims...

I also kind of enjoy the idea of batfam revering and fearing batsib. Not enough to lesson their control over you (or back off their affection in any way), but they want your love so badly / think you're a jewel among rubble / cling to your every thought... I can see them freezing up when they know they're about to make you mad, or when you give your opinion.

Tim's like, "*shaky sigh* hi... we need to upgrade the tracking chip in your neck :) itwasbruce'sidea." (his idea actually)

or they know your triggers by heart (mentioning your past family, your aspirations of travel, lost career goals, etc) and immediate silence falls over them as they wait for your reaction.

This works especially well for Darlings that withdraw into themselves. It's impossible to NEVER give a single opinion or extra explanation, so on the rare occasion when you divulge something about yourself, they're like oh god its happening JOT THAT DOWN

Dick is good at talking around your pointed silence, even if he gets nervous under your glare. He has stars in his eyes when you finally engage with him, even if it's only a sentence more than your usual "yes/no" responses.

Dick is unpredictable too because you never know where his limit is. It's fine, it's fine, it's fine, then he comes back from patrol with broken knuckles and the scariest look on his face because he couldn't take the stress anymore. The only one in the house who will match your anger (rarely happens, though), and he apologizes through actions, not words.

Jason, who always has some shitty remark to make, finds himself at a loss for words when you're not talking. You two sit with your arms crossed in silence and look sour for two hours, then he walks away thinking it was a relatively good visit.

He gets overwhelmed the easiest when you're mad. When you're in a bad mood, very slight disturbance in the house sets him off and he needs the rest of the day to cool off.

Tim has no clue how to handle you. He doesn't fit the reliable older brother role and he can't fool anyone with the doe-eyed baby brother act, so I think he'd take the "best friend sibling" approach.

He's always trying new ways to curry your favor, despite it occasionally pissing you off from how obvious his attempts are. Tim's the least likely to be deterred by your rejection, despite how deeply it hurts. He sulks in the shower for an hour then gets out to cause problems only he can solve.

Kind of like how Damian absorbed Dick and Bruce's moral code because it fit his end goal of being Batman, I feel he would do the same to you but for slightly different reasons.

Damian walks around like your mirror. He unconsciously mimics everything you do, absorbing your behaviors and speech like a sponge. An outsider wouldn't be able to see past his trained neutral expression, but on the inside he thinks you're so cool.

He also copies you as a coping mech in order to limit upsetting you, and gets VERY embarrassed when he says something that contradicts your feelings.

Bruce, ever the scapegoat, has resigned himself to the brunt of your anger. He can't weasel his way into your heart like the boys can, so he's the most transparent about his bonding efforts. His gifts and attention are steady and unrelenting, no matter the response.

I think he's the sweetest... He's definitely the best listener in the house, and genuinely wants nothing more than for you to be safe and happy. Yes he wants you to accept the child/sibling role, but he won't manipulate you to get there (unlike some of the boys). Your anger gives him stress, but he takes it in stride.

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badathumanemotions · 20 days

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Strength in Submission

Spencer Reid x Fem Reader MDNI Master List Category: Smut CW: Unsub Disarms Spencer, Bruised Ego, Light Angst, Massage, Hand Job, Riding, Creampie, Dom/Sub Undertones. WC: 4,566 While apprehending a suspect Spencer is disarmed and held at gunpoint with his own gun. Spencer is fine except for the bruised ego. When they get home Y/N gives Spencer a little tlc. (Not Proof Read)

The bullpen was a pattern of shuffling papers and murmured conversations, a welcoming sight to the chaotic scenes they'd just left behind. One by one, the members of the BAU team filtered in, the weight of their latest case etched on their faces.

Spencer slumped into his chair with a sigh. The adrenaline that had fuelled his pursuit of the unsub was waning, leaving exhaustion in it's place. Despite the successful apprehension, a sour taste lingered. He'd been caught off guard, disarmed, and forced to his knees with his own weapon pointed at him. It was a humiliation he'd never felt before, and it clung to him like a second skin.

Morgan, ever the joker, had taken it upon himself to lighten the mood on the drive back to Quantico. He'd cracked one joke after another at Spencer's expense, poking fun at his lanky frame and the way he'd been tossed around by the unsub. Spencer had forced out a few laughs, knowing it was his friend's way of saying "you're okay," but deep down, the barbs stung. He was aware of his physical limitations, and having them pointed out so bluntly, even in jest, was a harsh reminder of his vulnerability.

Y/N, sitting at her own desk, watched the exchange with a mix of amusement and concern. She knew Spencer's mind was a fortress, but she also knew how much he valued his self-reliance. She could see the cracks in his armour, the way his shoulders tensed with each of Morgan's quips. She decided to wait until they were home to address it, to give him the space he needed in the moment.

The drive back to the office had been filled with Morgan's unrelenting banter, a constant stream of quips and jibes that had everyone else in the car chuckling. Spencer had rolled his eyes and feigned annoyance, playing along with the act. But Y/N knew him better than anyone. She could see the subtle tightening of his jaw, the way his eyes darted over to her, searching for reassurance that she wasn't laughing at him too. She reached over and squeezed his hand, offering a silent "I've got you" that seemed to ease the tension, if only slightly.

Once the paperwork was spread out before them, the team dived in, their eyes scanning over the gruesome details of the case one last time before they could finally put it to rest. Spencer's pen danced across the page, his mind racing to organize his thoughts and find some semblance of order amidst the chaos. The familiar rhythm of the office was comforting, the steady click of keyboards and the rustle of documents a lullaby that usually helped him focus. But tonight, it felt different. He was aware of every glance thrown his way, every smothered giggle that followed a shared look between his colleagues.

Morgan caught his eye and winked, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "You know, Reid, maybe we should start calling you 'Damsel in Distress' around here," he said, his voice carrying across the room. The others chuckled, and Spencer felt his cheeks heat up. Y/N looked up from her own work, her eyes flashing with a hint of annoyance before she schooled her features into a more neutral expression.

"Careful, Morgan," she warned, her voice low and serious. "You wouldn't want to be the one needing saving next time."

The room fell silent as Morgan's smirk faltered. Spencer felt a twinge of gratitude towards Y/N for standing up for him, but he also knew that she wasn't one to tolerate his teammates teasing him in a way that might wound his pride. He offered her a small, appreciative smile, which she returned before refocusing on her paperwork.

The rest of the evening at the office passed in a blur of case analysis and reports. Spencer was grateful for the distraction, throwing himself into his work to avoid dwelling on the day's events. But every time he felt the weight of his team's gazes, he couldn't help but feel a little less like the brilliant agent he knew himself to be and more like the man who'd been overpowered by a criminal.

Morgan, seemingly oblivious to the tension he'd created, continued to regale the team with tales of Spencer's rescue. Y/N's grip on her pen tightened with each retelling, her eyes never leaving her work as she listened. Spencer's cheeks burned as he tried to ignore the laughter, focusing instead on the cold, hard facts laid out before him.

"And then, out of nowhere, Y/N swoops in like some kind of superhero," Morgan said, his arms outstretched dramatically. "Takes the guy down like he's nothing more than a ragdoll. It was like watching Reid's own personal bodyguard in action."

The room erupted in laughter, and Spencer couldn't help but feel a twinge of irritation. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate Y/N's help - he did, more than he could ever express - but the way Morgan was telling it made it sound like he'd been completely helpless. And as much as he tried to ignore it, the teasing was starting to get under his skin.

Finally, the reports were signed and the case was officially closed. With a sense of relief, Spencer and Y/N gathered their things and headed for the door. The cool evening air outside was a welcome change from the stuffy office, and Spencer took a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering unease.

In the car, the silence was palpable. Spencer stared out the window, his mind racing with thoughts of the day's events. He could feel Y/N's eyes on him, but he wasn't ready to talk about it. The hum of the engine and the rhythmic thump of the windshield wipers was the only sound accompanying them on the drive home.

When they finally arrived, Spencer slid out of the car, his movements stiff and mechanical. He couldn't shake the feeling of inadequacy that clung to him. As they climbed the stairs to their apartment, each step felt heavier than the last. He was worried about what Y/N thought of him now, after seeing him so helpless. Would she still find him attractive? Would she see him as the strong, capable man she'd fallen for, or would she see the weakness he felt seeping through his pores?

Y/N could feel the tension in the air as she unlocked the door, her hand lingering on his lower back. "You okay?" she asked, her voice gentle.

Spencer forced a smile, trying to shake off the weight of the day. "Yeah," he said, his voice sounding hollow even to his own ears. "Just tired."

He stepped into the apartment, his eyes scanning the familiar surroundings for some semblance of comfort. The living room was a mess, but it was their mess, a testament to the lives they'd built together. He dropped his bag by the couch and headed for the kitchen, needing something to do with his hands.

Y/N followed him, her eyes never leaving his back. She knew he was hurting, and she knew exactly what he needed. She could see the tension in the way his shoulders were hunched, the way his spine was as stiff as a board. She wanted to wrap her arms around him, to whisper sweet nothings into his ear and make it all go away.

But she also knew that wasn't what he needed right now. No, what Spencer needed was for her to show him that he was still desired, still loved, and still the man she saw when she looked at him. So, instead of letting him retreat into his own thoughts, she stepped up behind him, placing her hands firmly on his hips. He tensed, but she leaned in closer, her breasts pressing against his back, her breath hot on his neck.

"Let me give you a massage," she murmured, her voice low and seductive. "You've had a long day."

Spencer stiffened at her touch, the heat of her hands seeping through his shirt. He knew what she was doing, trying to ease his bruised ego with physical contact, but a part of him was too proud to accept it. He turned to face her, his eyes searching hers for any sign of pity. But all he saw was desire, raw and unfiltered. It was a heady mix of emotions, and for a moment, he was torn between anger and arousal.

"I can manage," he said, his voice tight.

Y/N's eyes narrowed slightly, her grip on his hips tightening. "I know you can, Spencer, but sometimes, it's okay to let someone else take care of you." She turned him around to face the bedroom and gave him a gentle push. "Take off your shirt and lie down."

Spencer's pride warred with his exhaustion. He knew she was right, but the thought of admitting defeat, even in something as trivial as a massage, was hard to swallow. Still, the promise of her touch was too tempting to resist. He sighed and did as she asked, his shirt landing in a crumpled heap on the floor. The coolness of the room hit his bare skin, making his nipples pebble as he lay face down on the bed.

Y/N's footsteps were silent on the carpet as she approached, her eyes raking over his form with a hunger. He felt her hands hover above his back, tracing the line of his spine before finally making contact. Her thumbs sank into the soft flesh at the base of his spine, her fingers digging into the muscles with a firm, assertive pressure that made him moan. It was a sound that was part pain, part pleasure, and she took it as the invitation it was.

Spencer had always loved the way Y/N's hands felt on him, but tonight, it was different. It was like she was claiming him, marking him as her own. Her grip was strong, her fingers sure, and every stroke was a declaration of her dominance. He could feel the power in her touch, the way she could so easily overpower him. And instead of it making him feel weak, it sent a thrill through him, straight to his core.

He tried to resist, to push back against her, but she was having none of it. Her weight settled on top of him, her thighs straddling his waist, her palms pressing firmly into the mattress on either side of his head. "Let me do this," she murmured, her voice a gentle command.

Her fingers began to knead his shoulders, her grip tight and commanding. Spencer felt his body relaxing under her touch despite his initial protests. He was aware of her thighs, strong and solid, holding him down. The weight of her was surprisingly comforting, a stark contrast to the helplessness he'd felt earlier.

Y/N's hands moved down to his back, tracing the contours of his spine with a firmness that spoke of her desire to dominate. He could feel his own arousal growing, his cock straining against his pants as she gripped his hips, her thumbs pressing into the indents of his back dimples. The sensation was both humiliating and thrilling, a heady mix that had him squirming under her.

Her thumbs played in the divots, pressing down just hard enough to make him gasp. Spencer felt his body responding, his muscles tensing and releasing as she worked her way down to the small of his back. Each movement was deliberate, a silent reminder of her strength and his vulnerability. She leaned down, her breath hot against his ear. "Do you like that?" she whispered, her voice a seductive purr.

He couldn't help but nod, his face buried in the pillow. It was embarrassing, the way she could so easily reduce him to this pliant, needy state. But it was also exhilarating. Y/N had always had a dominant streak in the bedroom, but tonight, it was amplified.

Her hands trailed down his spine, each vertebrae a bump under her fingertips. She marvelled at the way his skin felt, so smooth and delicate. He was like a sculpture, all sharp angles and planes, his ribs visible through the translucent skin. It was a stark contrast to her own more rounded form, and it only served to make her feel more powerful.

With a wicked smile, Y/N leaned down, her teeth grazing his earlobe. "You're so fragile," she murmured, her breath hot against his neck. "So breakable."

Spencer's cock twitched in his pants at the words, his body responding instinctively to the promise of pain and pleasure mixed in her voice. He knew she didn't mean it in a derogatory way, but rather as a declaration of her desire to be the one to handle him, to be the one in control. It was a heady feeling, one that he'd never admitted to craving, but here it was, laid bare before him.

Her hands slid down to the waistband of his pants, her fingers deftly unbuttoning and unzipping before sliding them down his legs. He lifted his hips to help, feeling a rush of cool air as she exposed him to the room.

"Now, be a good boy and stay still," she said, her voice a low purr that sent shivers down his spine. She climbed off him, leaving him lying there, vulnerable and exposed. He heard the sound of her moving around the room, the rustle of clothing as she shed her own. His heart raced, his cock hardening further in anticipation.

When she returned, she had a bottle of oil in one hand and a wicked glint in her eye. She straddled him again, her knees pressing into his sides, and drizzled the oil onto his back. He felt the cool liquid run down his spine, pooling in the small of his back before she began to spread it over his skin. Her hands were firm, working the muscles with a determination that was both soothing and exciting.

Spencer moaned into the pillow, his hips moving involuntarily as her fingers danced over his sensitive flesh. Her touch was like fire, searing away the last vestiges of his pride and leaving only a raw need in its wake. He knew he should be ashamed of the way his body responded to her dominance, but he couldn't find it in himself to care.

With a swift, surprising motion, Y/N flipped him over onto his back. He looked up at her, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and arousal as she straddled his hips. Her grip was firm, her movements precise, as if she were handling something incredibly delicate. Spencer felt a thrill run through him as she effortlessly manoeuvred his body.

Her hands roamed over his chest, tracing the path of his collarbones, then down to his defined hip bones. Her touch was reverent, as if she were worshipping every inch of his slender form. She squeezed his hips gently, the tips of her fingers brushing against the sensitive skin. He whimpered, his cock standing at full attention, and she couldn't help but smile at his reaction.

"You're so beautiful," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "So delicate and vulnerable."

Spencer felt a thrill at her words, the way she admired his body as if it were something to cherish. It was a stark contrast to the teasing he'd endured from Morgan and the other agents, and it filled him with a warmth that had nothing to do with the massage. He'd always been self-conscious about his build, his lack of bulk, but with Y/N, it was as if she saw something in him that no one else did. Her hands continued to roam, her touch gentle yet firm.

Her fingers slid down to his cock, wrapping around it with a sure grip. Spencer's hips bucked involuntarily, and he couldn't suppress the gasp that escaped his lips. She began to stroke him, her movements slow and deliberate, her eyes never leaving his. He watched as she squeezed, her thumb tracing the sensitive underside of his shaft.

The oil made her hand glide over him with ease, the slickness adding to the sensation. Spencer's eyes fluttered closed, his body responding to her touch despite his attempts to remain stoic. He could feel the heat building within him, the tension from the day's events mixing with the pleasure she was giving him.

Y/N leaned down, her breasts brushing against his chest, and captured his mouth in a deep, demanding kiss. Spencer's hands came up to grip her shoulders, his fingers digging into her flesh. She broke away, a smug smile playing on her lips as she took in the desperation in his eyes. "You want more, don't you?" she whispered, her voice dripping with sweet, taunting malice.

Spencer nodded, unable to form words. He was lost in the sensation of her hand on his cock, her power over him. Y/N chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down his spine. She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his skin. "Ask for it," she whispered, her grip tightening ever so slightly.

He swallowed hard, his pride battling with his need. "Please," he finally managed to say, his voice hoarse. "More."

Y/N's smile grew wicked. She leaned in closer, her mouth grazing his ear. "More of what, Spencer?" she whispered, her grip tightening a fraction more. "Tell me what you want."

He took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers. "I want you to ride me," he said, his voice steady despite the tremble in his body. It was a simple request, but one that filled him with a mix of excitement and trepidation.

Y/N's smile grew into a full grin, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his neck. "Is that so?" she murmured, her grip on his cock not loosening. "And what makes you think you can handle that?"

Spencer's eyes narrowed slightly, a challenge in his gaze. "You're the one who said I was yours to take care of," he said, his voice a low growl. "Prove it."

Y/N's smile turned predatory, and she leaned down to kiss him, her teeth grazing his bottom lip before she pulled away. "Alright," she said, her voice a seductive purr. "But remember, you asked for this."

Spencer felt a thrill of excitement as she pinned his arms above his head, leaving him utterly at her mercy. He was helpless, just as he had been earlier with the unsub, but this time, it was by choice.

Her movements were deliberate and calculated, positioning herself over him. She reached down, her hand wrapping around his throbbing cock, and guided it to her entrance. Spencer felt the heat of her, the wetness that beckoned him in. He bit his lip, his body begging for release.

With one swift motion, she sank down onto him, her thick thighs enveloping his hips. He groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as she filled herself completely. Y/N sat forward, her hands gripping the headboard, her eyes locked onto his. "Is this what you wanted?" she taunted, her voice thick with desire.

Spencer could only nod, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. She began to rock back and forth, her movements slow and deliberate, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through him. He could feel her wetness, the way her body gripped his, the heat of her surrounding him. It was overwhelming, and he knew he wouldn't last long.

Y/N trailed a hand to his neck, just holding it there. The gentle pressure was a reminder of his powerlessness, her thumb resting lightly on his pulse point. She could feel his heart racing beneath her touch, the throb of his arousal matching the rhythm of her own. It was a heady sensation, knowing she had this effect on him.

Spencer's eyes fluttered closed as she began to move, her hips rolling in a slow, deliberate dance that had him panting for more. He could feel every inch of her, the way she took him in, her muscles clenching around him with each movement. It was exquisite torture, the kind that made him want to beg for release.

But Y/N had other plans. She didn't bother being careful or delicate. She thrust with harsh movements, coming down on his cock with a force that would break a lesser man. Spencer's body jerked with each impact, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He could feel the bruises from earlier in the day, but the pain only served to fuel his arousal.

Y/N didn't bother with gentle strokes or tender kisses. She took what she wanted, her hips moving with a ferocity that had him gasping for air. She was relentless, her body a force of nature that he couldn't hope to contain. He was at her mercy, and the realization sent him spiralling closer to the edge.

With each rough thrust, Spencer felt his body respond, his hips jerking up to meet hers. His cock was slick with their combined arousal, sliding in and out of her with ease. Her fingers dug into his wrists, a constant reminder of his vulnerability, and it only served to make him harder.

Y/N leaned down, her breasts pressing against his chest, her eyes blazing with a fierce need. She brace her weight onto his wrists, pinned to either side of his head, and slammed her hips down to meet his, the force of her movements leaving bruises on his skin. The pain was intense, but it was nothing compared to the pleasure that flooded through him.

Spencer's eyes rolled back in his head, his mouth open in a silent scream as she fucked him with a passion that bordered on violence. He could feel the bruises forming, each one a brand of her dominance. It was exhilarating, the way she claimed him, took him, used him.

Y/N's eyes were glued to his face, watching every twitch and spasm as he neared climax. His whimpers and moans grew louder, his body taut with tension. She knew he was close, and she wanted to be there when he broke. She leaned down, her teeth nipping at the underside of his jaw. "Come for me, Spencer," she whispered, her voice a dark command.

Spencer's eyes snapped open, meeting hers. He could see the hunger in her gaze, the need to watch him fall apart. It was a heady feeling, one that made his cock throb with need. He could feel the orgasm building, a pressure that was both terrifying and exhilarating. And then, with one final, brutal thrust, it hit him like a wave.

He arched off the bed, his body shuddering as he came, his seed spurting into her with a force that left him gasping. Y/N's eyes never left his, her expression a mix of satisfaction and dominance. She watched as the pleasure washed over him, her own climax building in response to his.

Her hips ground against his, her movements frantic now, chasing her own release. Spencer's body was a blur of pleasure and pain, his whimpers and moans growing louder with each passing second. Y/N could feel herself getting closer, her breath coming in short, sharp pants. And then, with a final, violent thrust, she was there, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave.

Her body convulsed around him, her muscles tightening as she came, her nails digging into his wrists. Spencer's eyes were squeezed shut, his body shaking with the force of his climax. She leaned down, her teeth grazing his neck, and whispered, "That's it, baby. Give it all to me."

As the last tremors of pleasure subsided, she slowly released her grip on his wrists, her body still straddling his. Spencer's chest heaved with each ragged breath, his eyes glazed over with the aftermath of their intense encounter.

Y/N leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, her hands running soothingly over his bruised skin. "You okay?" she asked, her voice gentle and concerned.

Spencer took a moment to gather himself, his breath still coming in ragged gasps. He nodded, his eyes opening to meet hers. "Yeah," he murmured, his voice hoarse from his earlier cries. "I'm okay."

Y/N studied him closely, her expression a mix of concern and desire. She knew the power she held over him in that moment, and she didn't want to abuse it. "I'm serious, Spencer," she said, her voice softening. "If you're still upset about earlier, or if I hurt you too much—"

He cut her off with a chuckle, his body still trembling from the aftershocks of their passion. "No, Y/N," he assured her, his voice still breathless. "It's nothing like that." He reached up to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing against her plump lower lip. "You didn't hurt me," he said, his eyes searching hers. "You just... reminded me of what's important."

Her eyes searched his, looking for any trace of doubt or dishonesty. But all she saw was raw, unfiltered truth. She leaned into his touch, her heart swelling with affection. "And what's that?" she whispered, her voice a gentle caress.

Spencer took a deep, shuddering breath, his eyes never leaving hers. "That you're here," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "That you care about me, that you want me." He paused, swallowing hard. "And that no matter what happens, I'm yours."

Y/N's heart melted at his words, the fierce love she felt for him swelling in her chest. She leaned down, pressing her lips to his in a soft, lingering kiss. When she pulled away, she was smiling, her eyes shining with affection. "Always," she murmured, her voice a gentle promise.

But she could see the shadows lingering in his gaze, the remnants of the day's events. She knew he was still processing what had happened, and she wanted to make sure he was okay. "Seriously, Spencer," she said, her voice firm but gentle. "If you're still upset about earlier, we can talk about it."

Spencer took a deep breath, his eyes searching hers for a moment before he nodded. "I'm... I'm not upset," he said, his voice still a little shaky. "I'm just... I don't know. It was just a weird day."

Y/N's expression softened, and she leaned down to kiss him again, this time more gently. "We can talk about it if you want," she offered, her hands moving to cradle his face. "Or we can just lie here for a while."

Spencer considered her words, his mind still racing with the events of the day. He knew she was right; he needed to process what had happened. But right now, all he wanted was to feel her close to him, to bask in the warmth of her love and support. "Later," he murmured, his eyes drifting closed. "Just hold me, please?"

Y/N nodded, understanding that sometimes words weren't enough. She shifted, her body curling around his, her hand resting on his chest as she felt the steady beat of his heart. The quiet filled the room, the only sound their mingled breaths.

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Daughter of the Spirits; chapter 11

➳ pairing: zuko x f!reader ➳ genre: a retelling of the show from season 2 onwards with a heavy focus and expansion on zuko’s story (canon divergent) ➳ warnings: violence, swearing, smut (underaged if your age of consent is above 16), spoilers for anyone who hasn’t seen the show ➳ word count: 3537 ➳ rating: 18+ ➳ summary: In which y/n comes across the fire nation prince during her stay in Ba Sing Se. ➳ tags: @harmlessoffering, @lammello (i’m sorry if i’m forgetting anyone, lmk if i am or if you want to be added)

Chapters: 01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06, 07, 08, 09, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14,

The Invasion

You found out from Mai and Ty Lee that there had been another war meeting — one Zuko hadn’t been invited to. He was furious, of course.

For the first time in years, he was finally starting to feel like a prince again. What with all the servants at his beck and call, insisting he take the palanquin when traversing the city, even if he was only out on an errand with you. People were by his side day and night, making sure he had everything he needed. It was exactly how it should have been, even if it was quite the adjustment for you both, yet he had still been excluded by his father.

He had told you about his banishment. How he had spoken up at a war meeting and disgraced his father, leading to the agni kai where he had to fight the very man that was supposed to protect him. The man who scarred and banished his own child.

Only this morning was he happy and smiling, simply enjoying the time he got to spend with you. Now, however, he sat staring out of the window, watching as the clouds passed over the moon in silent contemplation.

“Zuko,” you said his name and yet, he didn't move. Didn’t even flinch. It was as if he hadn’t even heard you, only you knew he had.

"Zuko," you tried again, this time wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

Wordlessly, he leaned into you. His scowl never once left his face but he was at least trying to control his temper for you, allowing himself to fall into your embrace.

"It's just a war meeting. I bet they're full of old, boring men."

Your attempt at amusing him seemed to fail as he leaned away from you and back against the window. "They're important. All the best advisors and the entire royal family attend. Even Azula is going."

"Just another reason that it won't be fun, Azula will be there."

Now that got a chuckle. A small one, but a chuckle nonetheless.

"Stop worrying about it and come to bed."

He hummed, turning away from the window and towards you. He wasn't happy and he probably wouldn't be for a while, but at least he could relax with you. Even when things weren’t going his way.

The next day, you sat with Zuko as you made a cup of jasmine tea. He sulked beside you with a frown on his face, thinking about the meeting that was about to start without him. You could tell how badly he wanted to be there, even if he did keep shrugging it off when you tried to comfort him. You thought making some tea would help but it only seemed to sour his mood further and you soon realised it was because he was missing his uncle.

You missed Iroh too. You had wanted to go and visit him but Zuko forbade you, expressing how dangerous it would be if you did. Azula had found out when he went to see him and if anyone were to find out you were visiting a traitor of the Fire Nation you would be hauled away and thrown into a cell of your own before either of you could do anything to stop it.

It pained you to think of the old man sitting in a dark, grimey cell. More so when the smell of jasmine tea reminded you as much of him now as it did your mother.

“Prince Zuko,” your attention was drawn to a servant as he entered the room with a bow, “Everyone’s waiting for you.”

Zuko looked from you to the man who now knelt at the floor with furrowed brows before getting up from where he sat. “What?”

“The high admirals, high generals, the war ministers, and the princess have all arrived. You’re the only person missing,” the servant explained, his eyes lifting to look at the prince as he spoke.

You stood beside Zuko with a heavily beating chest as he asked, “So my dad wants me at the meeting?”

The servant bowed again. “The Firelord said he would not start until you have arrived, sir.”

With a full smile, Zuko turned to you and, although he was going to a meeting where they would likely discuss the deaths of even more people you loved and knew, you couldn’t help but feel happy for him. This was all he’d ever wanted — to be accepted by his father. To be loved and wanted. For his opinions to matter. That alone brought you hope because if he could sway his father or even some of the generals, perhaps he could help save lives on both sides of the war.

You, along with Mai, waited outside the meeting for him, both anxious to hear how it went. She had offered to come with you so that you would not be alone in the palace for too long since she knew just how daunting that could be. Besides, she was still Zuko’s friend too, just as she was now yours.

When he finally emerged, Mai was the first to ask, “So? How did it go?”

“When I got to the meeting, everyone welcomed me. My father had saved me a seat, he wanted me next to him. I was literally at his right hand.”

His words almost sent a chill down your spine as you thought of the worst — that rather than Zuko swaying the Firelord’s mind about the war, that it would be his father who would sway him. You knew better than that, though, and as much was confirmed when you were met with nothing but a troubled expression on Zuko’s face.

“That’s wonderful,” Mai grinned, “You must be happy.”

The three of you stopped in front of a large tapestry, one displaying a large portrait of Firelord Ozai. You placed a reassuring hand on Zuko’s shoulder as he looked up at it and exchanged a worried glance with Mai.

“During the meeting I was the perfect prince,” he concluded, “The son my father wanted… but I wasn’t me.”

You ran your hand down his arm and slotted it into his, giving it a gentle squeeze. For a moment, he squeezed it back, but then tugged his hand free and began to walk away, leaving both you and Mai behind.

She sighed and became the one placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Give him time. This was a good thing, he’ll realise that soon.”

You hummed although you did not agree. The only good thing was that Zuko was starting to realise who he was and that the man he was wasn’t the man his father wanted him to be. He was not ruthless and cold. He was kind and strong and so many other things his father would never be. He was better than him and finally, you thought he was beginning to realise that.

When you returned to your room, you found him writing a letter.

“What are you doing?” you questioned, wondering what he was up to.

“Writing to Mai. I at least owe her a goodbye.”

“Goodbye?” you asked, your brows furrowed.

He hummed. “We’re leaving. I… This isn’t who I am. Not anymore. An invasion has begun, we can slip away in the chaos but I have to do something first.”

Whatever he had in mind, whether he just wanted to leave and find your parents or maybe, just maybe, hunt down and join the avatar, you knew you were going with him. After all the time that had passed since you left Ba Sing Se, he was finally ready to accept who he was. He was finally going to do the right thing.

He passed you the brush when he was finished, allowing you to write your apologies and goodbyes to your newfound friends. You addressed both Mai and Ty Lee directly, wishing them well and hoping you would not come to face them on opposite sides of the battlefield. The two of you then signed the letter and Zuko left to take it to her home, putting it someplace where she would see it long after the two of you were gone.

After he returned, as you collected what little things you owned, he knelt before a portrait of his mother and closed his eyes. “I know I’ve made some bad choices, but today I’m gonna set things right.”

He picked up his swords and a small bag of provisions, turning to the lighter side of himself once again, and pulled his hood up to conceal his face.

You stepped forward and pulled him into your arms, pressing a kiss to his lips as your thumb stroked the side of his face. “It’s going to be okay, you know. You’re doing the right thing.”

He smiled and leaned into your touch. “I know.”

He led you quickly through the palace and down underground. You could hear the fighting up above as you moved through the tunnels and Zuko explained that during the eclipse today, no one would be able to Firebend. It was the perfect time for an attack and, along with the invasion forces, would surely be the avatar. He had a plan and that plan was to join them, to help the avatar finally put an end to this war.

But he had to confront his father first and what better time was there to do that than when he had no bending?

When he finally came to a halt before a large, reinforced door, you felt your heart in your throat. How would Ozai react to the news of his son’s betrayal? Would he try to kill him then and there? Or perhaps he would simply try to imprison you both? Either way, you were prepared. You would use your bending — all of your bending — to fight. You were fighting for yourself. You were fighting for your family. You were fighting for Zuko.

You held his hand, squeezing it in reassurance as you had done time and time before.

“I’m ready to face you,” he spoke, as though his father could hear him through the door.

He did not protest as you walked to the door with him, nor did he ask you to remain behind as he walked inside. As dangerous as what he was about to do was, he trusted that you would be safe by his side, and that he would be safe by yours. Whatever was going to happen, you were going to do it together.

“Prince Zuko,” his father addressed him with a frown and lowered his cup of tea, “What are you doing here?”

Zuko walked towards his father, with you standing only a few paces behind. This was his moment and you wanted him to have it but if he needed you, you would be there to fight by his side.

“I’m here to tell the truth,” Zuko declared from where he stood, staring his father down.

The firelord furrowed his brows and signalled for his guards to leave, his eyes only once flickering from Zuko to you. “Telling the truth during the middle of an eclipse? This should be interesting.”

Zuko only spoke again when the guards were gone, the strong doors sliding shut behind them, “First of all, in Ba Sing Se it was Azula who took down the avatar, not me.”

“Why would she lie to me about that?” Ozai questioned.

“Because the avatar is not dead,” Zuko explained, “He survived.”

“What?” Only then did the firelord’s expression change. What was a calm and collected leader suddenly turned into an angry father. One who was clearly afraid of what the avatar could do if he was still alive.

“In fact, he’s probably leading this invasion. He could be on his way here right now.” For a moment, it almost seemed as though Zuko was warning his father, as though he had not really turned his back on him. He was still his father, after all, but you knew him better than that. He was changed and he was here for one thing and one thing only, to bid his father farewell.

“Get out!” the firelord snapped with a wave of his hand, anger boiling up in him, “Get out of my sight right now if you know what’s good for you.”

Although the firelord’s temper was continuing to grow, Zuko remained calm. From where you stood behind him, you could almost hear the satisfaction in his voice as he spoke, “That’s another thing. I’m not taking orders from you anymore.”

His father’s brows crossed in rage and you adopted a defensive stance as he began to walk towards Zuko. “You will obey me or this defiant breath will be your last!”

The prince unsheathed his swords, standing ready to fight his father as he demanded, “Think again. I am going to speak my mind and you are going to listen.”

To both of your surprise, the firelord sat back down as though he was ready to hear whatever Zuko had to say. The two of you still stood at the ready, prepared for a fight. You closed your eyes for a moment, focusing on the ground beneath you. You could feel the echoing rumble of machines coming from the surface, another sign of the battle above.

“For so long, all I wanted was for you to love me,” Zuko admitted, casting his eyes to the ground, “To accept me. I thought it was my honour that I wanted but really I was just trying to please you. You, my father, who banished me just for talking out of turn,” he pointed at Ozai with the end of his blade, “My father who challenged me, a thirteen year old boy to an agni kai. How can you possibly justify a duel with a child?”

It was like a weight off your own chest to hear him finally letting go of all that had burdened him, telling his father just how he felt after all he had done to him.

The firelord only scowled, looking at Zuko as though he was nothing but the dirt under his shoe as he spat, “It was to teach you respect!”

“It was cruel and it was wrong!”

“Then you’ve learnt nothing. This girl,” he gestured to you, “Has only made you weaker than you already were.”

“No! I’ve learned everything, and I’ve had to learn on my own. Growing up, we were taught that the Fire Nation was the greatest civilisation in history, and somehow the war was our way of sharing our greatness with the world. What an amazing lie that was, the people of the world are terrified by the Fire Nation. They don’t see our greatness, they hate us! And we deserve it. We’ve created an era of fear in the world and if we don’t want the world to destroy itself, we need to replace it with an era of peace and kindness.”

The firelord laughed out loud, mocking his son even now. “Your uncle has gotten to you, hasn’t he?”

There was a brief pause and Zuko smiled, actually smiled, in the face of his father’s taunts. “Yes, he has.”

“And this girl? She stands with you now, is she not of the Fire Nation too? Another traitor turned by your uncle’s tricks?”

Now it was you who stifled a laugh. “A traitor? Zuko isn’t a traitor and neither is his uncle. You are the one who betrayed the Fire Nation, you even betrayed your own blood because you’re so blinded by power you can’t see the bigger picture. My name is y/n and my parents were from the Northern Watertribe. They left their home and raised me in the Earth Kingdom to fight against your army! Even now, they fight against your cruelty, and now we do too!”

“You foolish girl,” Ozai glared at you with fire in his eyes, “What could you possibly do to stop me?”

“After we leave here today,” Zuko interrupted, answering his father’s question for the both of you, “We’re going to free uncle Iroh from his prison, and I’m gonna beg for his forgiveness. He’s the one who’s been a real father to me.”

The firelord only laughed again. “That’s just beautiful, maybe he can pass down to you the ways of tea and failure.”

“But I’ve come to an even more important decision,” he continued, ignoring his father completely, “I’m going to join the avatar and I’m going to help him defeat you.”

“Really?” Ozai smirked, “since you’re a full blown traitor now and you want me gone, why wait? I’m powerless, you’ve got your swords, why don’t you just do it now?”

“Because I know my own destiny. Taking you down is the avatar’s destiny,” he sheathed his swords and, although a part of you wanted nothing more than to strike him down now, you were in agreement with Zuko. It was not your place, “Goodbye.”

As Zuko turned and began to walk towards you again, ready to leave his father behind once and for all, the bitter man began to hurl more insults at his son, calling him a coward for confronting him during an eclipse when neither of them had their bending.

“If you have any real courage, you’ll stick around until the sun comes up. Don’t you want to know what happened to your mother?”

Those words stood Zuko in his tracks, even when you looked at him with pleading eyes. There was no time for this, the sun would be back soon and the two of you stood no chance against his father at his full power.

Without a second thought, the prince turned back around and demanded to know what happened the night his mother disappeared.

“My father, firelord Azulon, commanded me to do the unthinkable… to you, my own son, and I was going to do it. Your mother found out and swore she would protect you at any cost. She knew I wanted the throne and she proposed a plan. A plan in which I would become firelord and your life would be spared.”

It was awful, entirely diabolical, to think that a father would even consider murdering his own child but knowing what else the firelord had put Zuko through, somehow you weren’t at all surprised. It seemed in his very nature. You wondered what Zuko’s mother ever saw in the man.

“Your mother did vicious, treasonous things that night. She knew the consequences and accepted them. For her treason, she was banished.”

“So she’s alive...”

Cautiously, you moved to Zuko’s side, hoping to console him as tears began to spill across his face.

“Perhaps,” Ozai all but shrugged before raising his tone once again, “Now I realise that banishment is far too merciful a punishment for treason. Your penalty will be far steeper.”

In a flash, the firelord was moving, forming a stance you had only seen once before. The sun was back and he was drawing on its power to call lightning down. Lightning that he intended to use to put an end to his traitorous son once and for all.

“Zuko!” you cried, realising you had already missed your window to create a wall between the two of you and Ozai to block the attack.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion as you ran towards Zuko only to see him do the impossible. He redirected the lighting, sending it crashing back down on his father who was thrown into the air at the force.

He grabbed your hand and ran, pulling you out of the bunker before his father could get back to his feet. As you ran out onto the streets, you saw what looked to be the avatar launching an assault on the Fire Nation airships, giving his friends enough time to retreat. “Look!”

“Do you think you can get up there?”

You furrowed your brows. There was a chance that with your bending you could reach the airships and help the avatar but you weren’t sure if you could get there in time. They were fleeing, after all, they weren’t going to stick around for long. Besides, you had more important things to do.

“Maybe,” you shrugged, “but I’m not leaving you. Let’s go get your uncle.”

With a determined smirk, he led you into the prison. He ran so fast that he seemed to miss the cowering guards and singed walls.

“Uncle!” he cried out when he reached Iroh’s cell but his uncle was already gone. The bars to his prison cell were broken and battered, blasted through from the inside. Iroh had already escaped.

Zuko was quick to run to one of the guards, interrogating him about what happened in a matter of seconds, only to be told what you already knew. Iroh had escaped, busted himself out before you had had the chance to get to him. He was long gone now, all you could do was get out of there yourselves.

“Zuko, we have to go. We’ll find Iroh again, I promise, but right now we need to leave!”

Although disappointed, he nodded and followed you back outside.

Chapters: 01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06, 07, 08, 09, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14,

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Oh Baby

Part 2 to Lipgloss, by Lando - but can be read as a stand alone.

Warnings - mild angst, SMUT, 18+ minors DNI, swearing, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, oral both recieving, overstimulation, praise.

Being pregnant with Lando’s baby was not on your bingo card for the year. But here you were, months after that night.

The night where he literally told you he fucked a baby into you.

He seriously has been the best boyfriend anyone could ask for. Loving, honest, kind, affectionate. You really couldn't ask for more. You feared your relationship would take a turn now that a whole baby was being added to the mix, but from the minute you found out about the pregnancy Lando has been nothing but supportive. He wouldn't let a day go by without telling you how special you are to him and how excited he is that it was you-and him- who made a baby.

Your pregnancy started off pretty easy - you weren't too sick at all, and it was winter break - meaning Lando spent a lot of time at home with you instead of flying to a new country for a race every week.

By about 6 months a new symptom appeared. And you weren't sure if it was a good or bad one. Day by day, you were becoming hornier than ever. Lando would fuck you senseless, but within hours you would be begging for him again. And who was he to refuse you? So he'd fuck you again, and again, and again.

He always made it clear how sexy he found you to be, while carrying his child. He was a boob man, and was very happy when your breasts doubled in size. He loved watching you ride him - boobs bouncing up and down with no control.

But because the European races were in full force, Lando couldn't always give you what you wanted. So he bought you multiple toys that you use for yourself, but only while he was away. Whenever he could, he'd give you full control of his dick.

Your relationship really grew with this new found intimacy. Not that you weren't fucking every night before you were pregnant - i was just that now it was within hours, and especially since you couldn't follow him to every race.

You thought back to a memory of when Lando had placed P2 at the Monaco GP.

You had watched the race from your home balcony. As soon as he was able to get away from the track, he came home needy for you, and as soon as all your friends left that night, his hands were on you, literally ripping your dress off of you. And you weren't complaining one bit. Surprised to see you wearing no bra or panties. Just peaked nipples and a soaking wet cunt.

''Fuck me Y.N. All for me?'' he asked. His lightly tipsy state forgetting that you were always wet for him. You didn't answer though. You just pulled him in for a sloppy kiss, just about managing to tell him that you needed him to fuck you, like 5 minutes ago. He carried you to your bedroom and carefully placed you on the bed, before ridding himself of his clothes.

'''Please Lando,'' you begged him. ''No teasing no wasting time, need to feel you in me.''

Lando pumped his painfully hard cock before running it through your folds to let your juices act as lube. And in one swift moment, he slammed into you. Not as rough as you both would have liked, but the thought of hurting your baby was not a pleasant one. Your hands found home in his hair while his found your boobs, also bringing his mouth down to suck and nip at your nipples. In no time your body was shaking under him, your orgasm approaching at full force. Lando chased his own release before emptying himself in you.

But - back to today. Things were not as good with Lando. You were definitely still horny and still fucked, whenever you could. But your hormones were now playing with your moods. All it took was one wrong move or sentence from Lando and you'd get a sour mood.

He really tried to be patient with you. He knew you weren't deliberately trying to cause friction between the two of you. But now his patience was quickly running out. He would also snap at you now, for no reason. Yes you both loved each other fiercely, and if he was away he was constantly getting his sisters to check on you and see if you were okay, but it really was silly and stupid things that you'd end up arguing over, and you both were reaching your breaking point.

Lando had flown to Belgium for the last GP before the summer break. He'd been there for 4 days already and you'd hardly spoken. Both of you waiting to see who would call or text first, and too stubborn to finally give in.

But by race day you knew you needed to message him a good luck at least. So you did.

But he had a bad race. It was a DNF. And you really should have called him straight after to comfort him. But you didn't. You were too stubborn, and so you shouldn't have been surprised to see him come home only yo ignore you and walk straight to your bedroom. You quickly followed him.

''Lan'' you started, but he cut you off.

''Just don't.''

You both stared at each other for a bit until he started again.

''Is the baby okay?'' He asked.

You smiled and nodded. ''Sweet pea is healthy.''

''That's great. Now please leave me be'' he said before walking into the bathroom and slamming the door shut.

You couldn't help but feel tears start to sting the corners of your eyes. Yes you knew what you did was wrong, but your sensitivity was on overdrive right now, and hearing those words from him stung.

Once you both had dinner and got into bed later that night you had tried to cuddle Lando, but he sort of blew up at you.

''Y/N, please, stop being so needy. Fuck. I've just come home from a bad race and I don't need to be worrying about you touching me all the time.''

''What the fuck Lan, I'm literally just trying to cuddle you after being away for so long.''

As much as you craved his touch, your stubbornness soon took over, and you as well ignored him after that.

With the summer break in full force, it was also a waiting game. You were due to give birth at any moment now. Lando hadn't booked any trips or training camps due to this reason - so he was always busy training at home and around Monaco. Things with him were still not easy. You were both just being civil to each other - only talking when absolutely necessary. One thing that was out the window was you sex lives. Forget sex though - there was so kissing, cuddling, touching, nothing. And instead of telling Lando you so desperately you need him, you found yourself using your toys more than ever. What you didn't know what that Lando was also getting himself off, thoughts going wild about your pregnant body.

But now, he was currently driving you to the hospital. Your water broke at home and the contractions started right away. For the first time in weeks, Lando held your hand while driving, but still, no words were spoken.

Once you had seen the doctor they said it could be a few hours until you gave birth, so it was just a waiting game. Lando held your hand - or rather he let you squeeze his hand as tight as you wanted. But after weeks of a wonky relationship, things still felt so awkward with him. You really didn't even know what to say to him to break the ice. The same as he didn't know what to say to you.

By hour 9 of labor, your nurse had told you that if there was no change in your cervix within the next hour, they would give you some medication to give you a boost. Although you were clear from the beginning that you didn't want to take anything to speed things up, this was looking like the only option as you weren't sure how long you could go on like this.

As she was leaving the room though, the nurse turned back and looked between you and Lando. She smiled. ''You know, there is another, more natural way of speeding things up'' she said looking at Lando.

His eyebrows flew up ''oh yeah, we're open to trying something natural'' he said looking at you, in which you nodded eagerly in response.''

''Help your girlfriend orgasm. Touch her, stimulate her, whatever you want. That will help your cervix open and dilate.''

Both you and Lando went red in the face.

''I-umm, yeah ok, we''ll try something like that'' he managed to say.

''Lock the door and call me if anything'' she said before walking out and closing the door.

Just the damn thought of Lando touching you after a long time got the butterflies in your stomach going crazy. He went to lock the door and then he turned to you. His eyes bore into yours and you couldn't even bring yourself to blink. You swear you can feel you heart beating out of your chest right now.

Just as another contraction came along he grabbed your hand again and started letting out steady breaths for you to mimic to calm down.

All the while still looking at you, he brought his hands to the back of your hospital gown and undid the string holding it together. The gown immediately fell off your shoulders, exposing yourself to him for the first time in a long time.

Your peaked nipples stiffened straight away to the cold air and your swollen boobs made him instantly hard. He has to remind himself that this was all about your pleasure, not about his.

He slowly started to massage your boobs, pinching your nipples in-between. And you- being starved of his touch- reacted instantly. You tried to suppress your moans as much as your could, but when he brought his mouth to suck on one of your nipples, you exploded. You took his head in your hands and pulled at his curls.

''Yes, oh my god, Lando. Yes.'' and within seconds with no warning, your orgasm spilled through you, body shaking and sweating.

Lando though, showed no signs of slowing down. He nipped and sucked and bit your nipples, eventually using his tongue to sooth them and blow on them, only to repeat the process.

You desperately needed to taste him so you pulled him up and connected your lips to his. Fireworks going off at the back of your mind. Why the hell did you wait so long to kiss him again? His tongue instantly slipped into your mouth as he sucked on your bottom lip, trying to suppress both yours and his own moans.

The sloppy make-out session alone was quickly bringing you over the edge again. You felt like a tap. And when Lando snaked his hand down to your cunt, it was instant. You came all over his fingers before he even touched you properly. Not that he cared though. Still, with no words being exchanged, he took his fingers into his mouth and licked them clean of your juices.

You watched him do that, trying to bring your breathing down but he didn't give you a chance to. His fingers found their way down again and he pinched your clit, before sliding two fingers in you. That had your back arching off the bed, breathy pants and moans falling from your mouth.

''Lando, please'' you begged, not even entirely sure what for.

''What do you want babygirl''? he asked.

Fuck, he hadn't called you that in a long long time. Hearing the name alone had your stomach churning, in the best way possible.

''Need your-'' a few moans escaped your mouth, ''please Lando, need your mouth on me.''

He didn't say anything. He simply lowered his mouth to your cunt and licked a stripe up, tongue circling at your clit, while his fingers continued fucking in and out of you. It was when he replaced his fingers with his tongue though that you came violently, all over his face.

''Fucking missed your taste'' he remarked, licking his fingers clean and coming up to pull you in for a kiss.

You just kissed for a while until you pulled him in for a hug.

''Lan I'm so sorry for the way I've been acting. Truly. I love you so so much.''

''Stop Y/N, if anything I'm the one who should be apologizing. Your body literally got taken over out of your control and I was so horrible to you. I'm so sorry for everything I did and said to you baby, I love you, more than you know.''

By now the tears were running down your face, until another contraction (which Lando did a pretty decent job at distracting you from) hit, though worse out of them all.

''Gonna go call the nurse baby'' he said as he gave you a kiss on the forehead and sprinted out the door.

The nurse and doctor came to have a look. The nurse smiled at you and Lando. ''It worked, its time!'' she almost squealed.

And fuck, childbirth is no joke. But your princess was born healthy and you really couldn't ask for more. You, Lando, and a beautiful baby girl.

It was now 3 months later, both Lando and yourself trying to get the parenting thing right, supporting each other.

After a long time you also felt a little more like yourself. Your relationship with Lando was stronger than ever and for that you were grateful.

The one not-so-great thing though - your sex life.

That went out the door after you gave birth. You'd tried penetrative sex, but it was too sensitive and painful, even for Lando to touch you down there. So kissing, and cuddles, and cheeky blow jobs for Lando it was, even though you were incredibly horny for him.

You decided to do some research to see how long women usually take until they're comfortable with having penetrative sex again, and when you had a plan, you presented it to Lando.

He had just come home the Singapore GP and was cuddling you while you breastfed Emily on the couch. At first his eyes were glued to your boobs. He missed them so fucking much, and was so jealous that a baby could suck on them but not him. His looks had you shuffling in your seat, heating already pooling between your legs.

You were nervous to tell talk to him about it, but you needed to - you needed him in you.

You kept glancing at him then quickly glancing away whenever he would look at you.

His tone was weary. ''Y/N, spit it out.''

You hesitated but finally decided it needed to be done. ''So, I want to have sex.'' you blurted out before realizing you probably sounded a bit too desperate.

His eyebrows shot up before a smirk graced his face. ''Baby, fuck, i want nothing more right now. But we've tried. You're not ready.''

''Well, I've done some research and talked to others who were in a similar situation.'' He nodded for you to continue, curious to see where this was going.

''And because you're a little bigger... than average, they suggested we start off with a normal sized...dildo.'' you said, feeling your cheeks flush so you glanced down at Emily who you were cradling and still feeding.

When he didn't respond straight away you looked up to him. Eyes darker than normal, which had you squirming again.

''Soooo, you want me to fuck you, but not with my dick?'' he asked.

You couldn't help but giggle. ''Yes Lan, just to get me 'open' again. Once I'm used to the ''normal size'', I want nothing more than to feel YOU inside of me again!''

''Okay, so when do we start?'' he added rather quickly.

''I ordered a dildo online'' you chuckled. ''So let's put Em to bed and try it out.''

This time it was Lando who shifted in his seat. His cock already hard and aching to be set free from his shorts.

''Uh-huh'' was all he could mutter.

Once Emily was asleep and placed in her cot, which was next to your bed, Lando pulled you flush against him.

''Lan!'' you shrieked. ''Shhhh baby, you're gonna have to be quiet unless you wanna wake up Em'' he smirked at you.

Before you could respond he was kissing you, hard and deep. You opened up your mouth to allow his tongue to slide through, and heard him groan once he got a taste of you.

You both undressed each other until you were completely naked and laid down on the bed, Lando above you.

His lips moved to your neck, suckling and biting, surely leaving marks all over. Eventually, he moved down to take one of your nipples in his mouth. The action had you jumping but it actually felt so good to have his lips and tongue on you after so long.

''Lan, please'' you begged. He would have liked to hear you beg some more but he was just as starved as you, so he obliged.

His mouth traveled further south until he was licking and sucking at your pussy. He started gentle, to allow you time to get used to it. And yes, it was sensitive, but you needed more. The pleasure was started to overtake the pain. And before Lando could do so much as try and put his tongue in you, you were gushing all over his face. Hot and sticky cum covering his mouth and chin.

Seeing him dripping with your juices like that only turned you on even more. You pulled him by his curls and kissed him like your life depended on it.

It was been a while since you'd tasted yourself on him, so all you could do was groan.

''Baby maybe before we use the dildo I could use my fingers a bit?'' Lando asked.

You took a second to think about it. Probably was a good idea to be fair. ''Yes, let's.'' you quickly told him.

He positioned himself between your legs again and swiped his calloused fingers between your folds. The contact had you jumping and squealing so he bought his other hand up to cover your mouth. ''Gotta be quiet baby'' he mumbled, eyes glued to your cunt.

He collected some of your juices and slowly slid the tip of his finger into you. You held your breath, but nodded for him to continue. Once his whole finger was inside you, he stayed still for a few moments, letting you get used to the sting.

''Please Lan, more'' you begged as you found yourself getting impatient. It definitely stung, but you wanted more.

He started thrusting his finger in and out, setting a slow pace at first then speeding up a bit.

''Think you can handle one more?'' he asked.

''No'' you thought to yourself, but you needed to be ready for the dildo and his dick, so you really didn't have a choice.

''Hm-mm'' you let out a whine as you felt his second finger enter you. He was still being fairly gentle so you were thankful for that. As he was thrusting in and out of you, Lando's thumb found your clit and started rubbing circles at it, soon replacing his thumb with his tongue.

That sent you spiraling. A string of fucks leaving your mouth along with praises for his name, you came all over him again. He worked you through your orgasm before pulling out his finger and bringing them to his mouth to lick them clean.

You were zoned out, breathless even. But seeing him do that already got you excited again.

''Fuck me'' you breathed out.

''Haha, trust me, I plan too'' he smiled at you before leaning down to capture your lips for a heated make out session.

''Thank god Em sleeps through most of the night now'' you thought to yourself.

You stretched over to your night stand to grab a bag and flopped the dildo onto the bed next to you. Lando's eyes immediately widened upon seeing it.

''Babe, what?'' you laughed out.

''That's average?'' he asked, picking it up to have a proper look.

''Yes Lando, not everyone has a big dick like you do'' you said winking at him.

He then did the one thing you for sure knew he would do - place the dildo next to his own cock and compare the size.

''Lan!'' you almost shrieked. Seeing his size so much bigger already had more wetness pooling between your legs.

''Fucking hell, you must take me so fucking well if this is what 'average' is'' he said.

''Lando, please'' you started begging.

It was as if something clicked in his brain, and he suddenly remembered what the two of you were doing.

''Right'' he said as he bought the bright pink dildo up to your lips. You knew what he wanted you to do, but really you just wanted to taste him now that you thought of it.

You pushed him back and dove straight in, catching him off guard. You took his cock in your hands and immediately deep-throated him. Gagging instantly, but no stopping what so ever.

''Fuck, Y/N, fuck baby'' he grunted through gritted teeth, both surprised and excited by the turn of events.

You could already feel tears starting to sting the corners of your eyes as you continued fucking him in your throat. You hand pumped what you couldn't fit in your mouth.

Lando's hands pulled your hair into a makeshift ponytail and you could tell he was getting close 1 by the obscene noises and grunts leaving his mouth and 2 by the way he could barely hold on with any grip.

Heat was already pooling between your legs at the fact that he was putty in your hands now.

''I'm so close baby, fuck'' he managed to mumble out, and just as you sucked on his tip, sheets of white, hot cum filled your mouth up.

You made sure to swallow everything and lick him clean before lying down next to him.

''That was... well a surprise, best fucking surprise baby'' he said, looking into your eyes, the both of you trying catch your breath.

Suddenly Emily started squirming and making noise in her sleep. You looked at Lando and could tell he was probably thinking the same thing as you - please don't wake up Em please don't wake up yet.

As quickly as she made a noise, she was fast asleep again, and you both let out a breath of relief.

''Fuck, back to business. Still wanna fuck you senseless...if you'll let me'' Lando said, picking up the dildo again and winking at you.

When he brought it to your lips you did what he wanted this time. You took as much of it as you could in your mouth and swirled you tongue all around it to wet it. And once Lando took it out of your mouth and gentle swiped along your folds, he let a string of his spit dangle down to mix with your juices.

You breathe immediately hitched seeing him do that. ''Lando, please, hurry'' you managed to say, getting way to impatient.

He nodded. ''I'll go slow but Y/N tell me if it's too sore. We don't have to rush this.''

''Thank you baby, I'll tell you if its too much'' you responded.

Lando slowly played the dildo through your folds before letting the tip start to enter you. Once again, you held your breath and grabbed onto the sheets as you felt him push it in bit by bit.

''Fuck-'' you started but Lando cut you off. ''Is it too much?''he asked, a look of worry on his face.

''I'm fine, carry on'' you said, although your face told a different story. Lando just reached out and took your hand in his.

Once the dildo was fully in, Lando stayed still for a couple of moments, letting you adjust to the intrusion.

''Fuck Y/N, seeing you with this thing in you is doing all sorts to me. Can't wait to feel you around me.'' he said as he slowly started to thrust the dildo in and out of you.

It was definitely sore, but hearing those words leaving Lando's mouth had you desperate to feel him fill you up, so you pushed through the pain, and little by little it actually felt really good to finally have something penetrate you.

''Lan, faster, please, feels so good, but need to feel you'' you managed to say between moans.

He started a faster pace, bringing his thumb to play with your clit which sent you over the edge. Body shaking and quivering at the sensitivity but with the way he knew your body inside and out, he rode you through your orgasm like a pro, locking his lips with yours to distract you.

''Fucking hell baby, you did so good. So good.''

He kissed you again, deep and hard. You pulled him impossibly closer and pulled on his curls. ''Lan please, please fuck me. I need you'' you exclaimed, not caring how desperate you sounded.

''Shit, you're gonna be the end of me'' he mumbled back before pulling away and placing himself in-between you legs again.

He took his dick into his hands and started pumping himself. Pre-cum already dripping from his tip had you salivating.

''Ready darling?'' he asked, lubing his dick up with the juices between your folds.

''God yes Lan, been too fucking long, need you now'' you said, wrapping your legs around his waist.

He locked eyes with yours, and pushed in slowly, both your mouths agape.

You couldn't help but let out a grunt at the feeling of fucking finally having his dick in you after so bloody long.

''Holy shit, forgot how big you were-'' you started as he cut you off with a rough kiss.

This time, he didn't give you any time to get used to his size. He was thrusting in and out at such a pace, he was literally fucking you, and you weren't complaining one bit.

Lando's bite on your lower lip had to moaning and praising his name, and you were sure you could taste a bit of blood when he let go, only to let his lips find your boobs and suck on your nipples again.

You wrapped your legs around him even tighter to allow him to go deeper inside of you.

''Y/N, so fucking good, taking me so well. Letting my cock fill you up and fuck another baby into you'' he moaned.

By now you couldn't form any coherent thoughts, let alone speak, so you just moaned louder and pulled at his curls harder.

The room was filled with literal porno sounds. Moaning, swearing from Lando, and of course the sound of your bodies slamming into each other, with the wet noises of your pussy juice being sticky between the two of you.

''Lando, I'm gonna cum'' you managed, and before you could even finish your sentence you came all around him, your inner walls clenching around his hard cock.

''Fuck, missed feeling you around me like that'' Lando said, pulling out of you and quickly turning your body around so this time you were on all fours, holding onto your headboard for dear life as he resumed his place in your cunt.

''More, Lando, please, harder'' you begged him to which he quickly obliged. He pulled you by your hair so your body was now leaning back against his as he fucked into you relentlessly.

Your hand found his and you brought it up for him to wrap it around your throat. You loved the feeling of being held like that by him. It reminds you that you are his and only his.

''Fuck, Lando, cumming again'' you said a mere few seconds later as his other hand pinched your nipples and rolled them between his fingers. You were sure you had never cum to hard before.

Just as you thought you were close to backing out, Lando switched positions again.

This time he sat back against the headboard and pulled your body onto his lap.

''Need to see you ride me'' he whispered.

You quickly sat down on his dick, holding onto his shoulders and kissing him senseless as you found a hard and fast pace.

He started thrusting upwards, meeting your halfway, the both of you fucking each other.

You could feel yourself start to get really sore down there and in your stomach but at this point you didn't even care. All you knew was you finally had your life back with Lando, you sex life back with Lando and you didn't plan on ending the night yet.

''Oh Lando'' you all but moaned his name, like a mantra.

His breaths were getting edgy and when you looked down at him his eyes were focused on your tits, swollen, red, and bouncing up and down as your rode him. He latched his mouth on one of your nipples again and you all but nearly jumped off of him when you felt some liquid squirt out and into his mouth.

''Fuck, Lando, no'' you whispered harshly. You couldn't help but feel a bit icky to see him drink your boob juice with the biggest grin on his face, but you wouldn't be the one to take that grin away. So you let him.

''So fucking delicious angel, fuck me.'' he moaned. Both your bodies were a mess. Sticky and slimy, juices and cum and spit all over.

You rode him for a few more minutes until you felt yourself close to releasing again.

''Gonna cum Lan'' you said as you could feel his movements also get sloppier by the second, both your breathes hitching, and within seconds you came together.

Now your body was literally shaking to the point you where you couldn't control it.

As spent as Lando felt, he quickly took control to try and calm you down.

''It's okay baby, you're okay'' he talked you through your orgasm. ''You did so well for me, took me so well. That's why I fucking love you so much.''

Your body shrunk into his hold, shivering and cold and not wanting to get out of his warmth. You could feel him softening inside of you but you both made no attempt to move.

''I love you too Lan, so much.''

''Why don't I run us a nice warm bath to clean up before Em wakes up for her next feed, yeah?'' he softly whispered in your ear.

You just nodded so he carefully lifted you off his dick, both of you whimpering at the lost contact. ''Be right back darling'' he said before kissing you one last time and disappearing into the bathroom to fill the tub.

Your body was still like jelly so when he came to call you a few minutes later he picked you up and carried you to the bathroom before putting you down so he could climb into the bath and pull you in with.

You couldn't help but giggle when you looked down at his cock.

''What's so funny?'' he asked, smiling at you and settling you between his legs, your back to his chest.

Your hand found his cock and stroked it gently. ''Just missed this bad boy is all'' you said, pulling him in for a sloppy kiss.

''Huh, and I just happened to miss your amazing fucking pussy'' he couldn't help himself, chuckling away.

''Lan!'' you shrieked, slapping him softly on his tummy.

The silence after was comfortable. You humming softly while Lando placed gentle kisses along your neck and back - nothing sexual, just pure love.

''Hope i wasn't too rough with you Y/N. I think I got a bit carried away there.

''Not even Lan, I seriously couldn't get enough of you. Even though it was sore, I wasn't lying when i said i missed having you deep inside of me.'' you blushed.

Lando could see you were starting to dose so he gentle got the both of you out the water, dried up, and changed into his joggers and an old t-shirt before sliding into bed and cuddling you from behind.

''Love you Lan'' you mumbled.

''Love you too baby, get some sleep. Gonna fuck you again tomorrow'' he joked, tickling your side.

''Hmmm fuck off'' you smiled to yourself, wetness pooling in your core just thinking about him fucking you.

‘Oh baby’ he cooed back.

‘Hmmmm mmmm’ you replied.

Author’s note - hope you all enjoyed this one!! ❤️

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