#I’ll draw her more she’s such a baby-

[luveline]

James being all cuddly and soft with a newborn baby and reader <3 baby fever is real and very serious rn!!!!!

James can’t believe it. He really can’t. 

Can’t believe you love him. Can’t believe you wanted a baby. Can’t believe you spent nine months of your life growing her, and nurturing her, and here she is. He’s in total ecstasy. 

“You don’t have to keep watching her,” you murmur. “She won’t run away.” 

“But what if I blink and she yawns again?” 

“Jamie…” You reach for him across the bed, careful not to graze the top of the baby’s head. “She’s gonna yawn for the rest of her life. You’ll see plenty of them.” 

“She’s so cute. I can’t stop looking at her.” 

He lowers his head where it’s resting in his hand so you can run your fingers through his hair. Even exhausted, you’re touchy. Love warms your fingertips and the thin skin of his scalp as you rake through his loose curls. 

James curls an arm around the baby gently, so gently. He shuffles closer to her, and you, by extension, where you’re on the other side of her. You might assure him she’s not going anywhere, but you don’t seem to believe it to yourself, glued to her even while you’re half asleep. You trust James to make sure you don't accidentally get too close.

“She’s so beautiful,” James whispers, bringing his curled hand to her face, the flat of his nail against her cheek. He draws a little circle. 

“She looks like her mommy.” 

“Yes, she does.” 

“You think so?” you ask. “I was just kidding. I haven’t really thought about it.” 

James looks at the baby’s face. Her teeny tiny nose, her eyelashes, her perfect skin. He likes to think he can see you in her because of course he can, you made her, you carried her and you grew her. Somehow, the fruit looks like the flower. 

“She’s just as beautiful as you are,” he says surely. 

“All babies are beautiful.” 

“And ours is the most,” James says. She’s barely two days old. It’s insane. 

You’re a tired James has never seen on you, hand sluggish where it continues in his hair. You’re falling asleep again, eyelids blinking heavy and slow, your nose turning into the pillow. Seconds from dreaming. 

James shuffles up the bed to put his head on the pillow with you, the baby between your two bodies. He won’t sleep, he wants you to know he’s near. “I love you,” he reminds you, tapping your forehead with his. 

“Love you… I’m gonna sleep.” 

“I’ll miss you,” he whispers, kissing your top lip in a miscalculated show of total adoration. 

You can’t kiss back. You give into sleep and in minutes you’re snoring lightly, breath a whistle where it slips past your lips. 

James gives your sleeping face a few kisses. He cups your cheek, and he curls toward your baby for more staring. He’s spent years already tracing the slopes and lines of your face, and now he has a new one to memorise. He refrains from kissing her, scared of germs, but he finds the small lump of her hand in the swaddle and covers it with his own. “Pretty,” he praises. 

She lets out a breath. Her snore is yours, too. 

[thatthirstyweirdo]

Procreate insanity… I’m struggling way too much 💀💀

[chloesimaginationthings]

can you. Can you draw scrap baby. And molten Freddy. OMG NO YOU SHOULD TOTALLY DO MILLIE FROM THE BOOKS OMG!!! That would be lit. You know what else would be lit. More circus baby 🥺🙏

I have actually drawn scrap baby before!!

[the-one-with-spider-brainrot]

more modern au doodling of random stuff, gonna actually try developing a full plot with it like what the Lamb+Goat are doing etc

For now, Narinder having to move back to the family home because things just get worse for him™️

[dantoru]

have i ever shared my future rks child Chiaki Kamishiro-Tenma…. i love her very much she’s the cutest baby ever (more abt her under the cut)

[sincerely-sofie]

I’m the anon that sent in all the Ruby stuff! It makes me so happy that you love her so much. I didn’t expect her to be such a beloved character to you and I was kind of nervous that you would have hated her tbh. ^^;

Something Ruby related — I had a fic about Twig and co. confronting the siblings before I ultimately scrapped it because I could not write villainous characters without making them feel cliché. I do remember this one line said by Ruby’s sister when she lashes out towards Twig:

“You wouldn’t get it. You have a cushy life style and you baby your daughter instead of actually raising her. We’re doing that ungrateful, spoiled brat a favor — we’re teaching her how to survive. You wouldn’t know the meaning of that with that silver spoon in your mouth.”

I don’t blame you for struggling with not making the siblings feel cliché— writing villainous characters gets 900x more difficult the second you don’t want to make them sympathetic. Ark was fairly simple for me to write, even in scrapped scenes where he was all-in with his villainous role during the events of the post-game. Twig’s aunt, meanwhile, gave me a heck of a hard time while I was developing her backstory.

[waffleslashermaster]

Bit of an (inconsistent) reference board for Charlie

I like to think she was quite the little prodigy! A very smart girl for her age. Too bad her end came so soon..

[cuteniaarts]

Small drawing collection of my latest creation Emran as a teenager/freshly minted Air Acolyte, for my dear partner in unhinged OC shenanigans @katkastrofa, as promised <3

[lavender-temult]

why do baby otohan’s colors look like fuckign TOOTHPASTE in this version 😭😭😭

[sweetandglovelyart]

Would anyone be interested in hearing about my various Kirby OCs? I’ve only drawn a few of them at this point, but I have a lot of them and have come up with what I hope are interesting backstories for all of them. If anyone is interested I might make a post giving a summary of every OC I have so far, and then I’ll eventually draw them.

[shiraru]

Got really into drawing my ocs as anime bugs

[bpmiranda]

Honey |l. howlett| nsfw

A/N: small town recluse!logan, dbf!logan, taboo themes, sunshine!reader, f!reader, cheating (kind of), fingering, intercourse, cum in mouth, daddy!logan, sub!reader, the convenience of a snow storm

The only time Logan had to interact with other people was when he visited the family owned store at the end of his road, which still sat about five miles from his cabin. Ideally, Logan would like to avoid going out in general, but he could make this one exception - for her.

Just seeing her made his aches and pains melt away. That sweet, bright smile beaming at him whenever he came in behind the sound of the door bell ringing. Her eyes lighting up at the sight of him as she called sweetly, “Dad, Mr. Logan’s here!” while giving him a tight hug which he was happy to return.

Logan had saved Y/N’s dad in a car accident, nothing major, but it meant the world to her and her father. They were probably the people he was closest to in his life right now. “How’re you doin’, honey?” Logan asked as she had begun to gather the staple items he usually came in for every two weeks.

“I’m okay,” She smiled, setting his items carefully in a brown paper bag and he looked at her curiously, noting a hint of worry. “I’m still waiting to hear back from college.” She admitted, folding her arms on the counter top and sighing. “I’m a little stressed out.”

“I’m sure it won’t be long now,” Logan smiled, leaning onto the counter, closer to her, the scent of honey and vanilla that he associated with her invigorating his senses. “You’re a smart girl, they’d be lucky to take you.”

Y/N blushed and then her dad came out from the stock room with a grin. “Isn’t she?” He agreed with a proud grin, shaking Logan’s hand and patting him on the shoulder. “How are you, dear friend?”

“I’m good, I’m good. Just picking up some supplies. You got anymore honey jars in?” Logan asked, tapping the counter lightly as he shot Y/N a wink before following her dad to the pantry aisle.

It felt incredibly inappropriate for Y/N to have this crush on an older man, but she couldn’t help the way he made her belly float with butterflies. The way he smiled at her always made her blush and she swore he felt something in return. She knew Logan to be a reserved type, keeping himself nestled in the mountains away from everyone, yet he’d always make the drive down when he knew they offered house calls. Maybe, possibly, he felt something too.

“Sweetheart, your friend Adam is outside.” Her dad said, drawing her out of her thoughts as he returned to the counter with Logan and more items to be checked out. “I’ll ring this up, go ahead.” He ushered and she nodded, smiling politely at Logan as she excused herself.

“The boyfriend?” Logan asked, watching from inside as the boy pulled her into a hug.

“If you wanna call it that, don’t know if they’ll last through college.” Her dad chuckled as he packed the remaining items into bags. “Y/N’s on the fence about him. He’s a good kid though, bright future ahead of them both.” Logan only nodded, his eyes glued on the young couple.

Y/N had tried to call it off between them because she knew they would be going to different colleges and she didn’t know how well a long distance relationship would work. Adam was quite insistent, however, that they could and should make it work. “Hi baby,” He greeted her with a hug and kiss on the cheek. “Just came by to check on you.” He smiled, sitting against the hood of his car as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“Thanks,” She smiled, looking over into the store and spotting Logan’s eyes boring into her. “You heard back from anywhere yet?” She asked, trying to focus on their conversation.

“Not yet, it’s still early.” Adam cleared his throat and he reached out to take her by the hip and bring her into him. “There’s still time for us.”

Keeping her arms crossed as he tried to look her in the eyes, she sighed, “Adam, please.” Her ears caught the faint ring of the store door and she looked up to see Logan loading up his truck, a cigar in his mouth. His eyes met hers and he seemed to be watching her intently. “Not right now.” She told the heartbroken boy who was looking at her with pleading eyes.

“Why not?” Adam asked, holding her cheek in his hand and Y/N shook her head, pushing his arms away from her and taking a step back. Adam sighed and nodded, scratching the back of his head and standing up straight. “Okay, I get it. I’m pushing you too much.”

“You’re not.” Y/N felt bad that she was so distracted, more focused on the way Logan loaded up the chopped wood into the bed of his truck than the pleas of the boy asking for her to take him back. “I just think we had a really good two years, but we’re not on the same page anymore.”

“I love you.” Adam frowned.

Y/N gave him a pitiful look and she shook her head. “You don’t. You’re just comfortable with me. We’re still young, and chances are we aren’t going to get married anyway.”

“How can you be sure?” He asked.

“I wouldn’t be wanting a break up if I were in love, Adam.” Y/N said with an apologetic look. The young boy went to counter her argument, but jumped slightly at the sound of Logan’s tailgate slamming shut. They both looked over at him and Logan waved at Y/N. “See you, Mr. Logan!” She called with a smile as they watched him start his truck and drive off into the mountains.

“That guy is odd.” Adam commented and she gave him a pointed look.

“That guy saved my dad’s life.” She said with an eye roll. “I think we’ve caught up now, Adam. Please take some time and consider a break. I think it’d be good for us.” She told him before heading back into the warmth of her dad’s store, greeted with a sympathetic smile. “Next time, I’m sending you out to talk to him.” She joked, making her dad laugh.

“No, thanks, sweetheart.”

The day she got her acceptance letter from college was the best day of her life for two reasons: first, she was officially a college student and second, that was the day her dad sent her to Logan’s cabin to drop off an order he had called in - honey jars and cigars. “Don’t forget your coat!” Her dad called after her as she was leaving. “It’s supposed to start snowing tonight.”

Fortunately, it wasn’t an awfully long drive to Logan’s cabin. Unfortunately, it was much more inclined than she had expected, deeper into the woods than she realized. When his cabin came into view and it began snowing, she was relieved to have at least made it there safely.

At the sound of the old truck pulling into his property, Logan greeted her at the door and invited her in out of the cold, pulling the door shut behind her against the heavy winds. “Didn’t think you’d be coming up.” He commented as he took the bag from her and set it on the kitchen table.

“The store was pretty busy,” She said with a smile as she looked around the cabin while shaking her coat off. Logan hung it on the coat rack and then gazed at her brown overall dress under which she was wearing a white long-sleeve. “You know, with the storm coming everyone wants to be prepared tonight.”

“I can imagine.” Logan said, watching her take it upon herself to look around his little home. Her body was shivering slightly, skirt of her dress swaying above her knees with every step, her legs covered in thin, dark tights running into her brown, lace up boots. Her hair was cascading over her shoulders and it flipped as she turned to him with a bright smile. “I like this,” She said, pointing at a wooden werewolf figurine sitting on the mantle above the fireplace. “He’s cute.”

“Sure is.” Logan teased, focusing on unpacking the jars of honey and cigars. Y/N walked back over to him and watched him set the various jars in the cupboards.

“You like honey.” She commented, a blush creeping onto her cheeks as he turned around and leaned against his cabinets to stare at her. “You buy a lot of it.”

After Logan had miraculously saved her dad from that car accident in these very mountains, they thanked him with a basket of goodies and invited him to have dinner with them. Y/N was a big sweet tooth back then which Logan noticed and she had offered him a spoonful of honey for his coffee. Before she had time to react, Logan had slowly reached over and wiped a dribble of honey from her bottom lip, brought his thumb into his mouth, and kept his eyes locked on hers as he licked it clean. “It is good,” He had said, using his wet thumb to wipe off the remaining smudge of honey on her lips. “Thanks, honey.” It had become a consistent item in his pantry from that moment.

“I like your honey.” He clarified, though it wasn’t necessary as she knew he didn’t shop anywhere else but her father’s store.

Y/N forced down the lump in her throat and she pointed to the cigars. “Are those essential for a snowstorm?” She asked, walking closer to him with that kind smile that filled him with reason.

Logan rubbed his jaw pensively, the scent of her growing heavy the longer she stood in his cabin. Honey, coffee, that vanilla hand lotion she carried in her bag. She was warmth, and there was a storm coming. “Not much to do up here by myself.”

“Why are you by yourself?” She asked, sitting on the kitchen table across from where he stood, her legs swinging ever so slightly as she laid her hands flat on the tabletop on either side of her.

“Why do you want to break up with your boyfriend?” He dodged her question, watching her with a predatory stare as she sat so calmly in his home, alone with him, miles from everyone else.

Y/N shook her head with a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “I asked first.”

Logan chuckled as he pushed off the cabinets and took two steps towards her, closing the space between them, looking down at her intriguingly. “For safety.” He said with his hands aching at his sides.

“Yours?” She smirked, unable to imagine a man like him capable of being harmed by anyone else. His smirk told her she was right in assuming so.

“Yours.” Y/N shivered, not from the cold, but from the look he gave her as he leaned down and his nose nuzzled against hers. “Do you want to leave him for me?” He asked, his voice low as if he were promising not to tell anyone if it was true and she found herself nodding up at him with big eyes. His musk was intoxicating, her feet stopped swinging as he had stepped between them, and his hands laid flat on the table behind her. Her hands shakily smoothed up his toned abdomen, feeling every muscle through his flannel as she drew in a slow breath through parted lips. Their eyes were locked and she bit her lip anxiously. “You don’t want me, honey.”

“I do.” She whispered, begged.

Logan moistened his lips and his nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply, confirming that she did in fact want him. “What about your boyfriend?”

“Logan,” She groaned softly, brows furrowed in frustration, not wanting to talk about anyone else, anything else that might deter him from this. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

An eyebrow raised in amusement and his nose lightly dragged across her cheek and her jaw, his lips pressed a small kiss to the pulse on her neck. “Does he know that?”

Y/N sighed, exasperated as her small fingers began working the buttons on his flannel to reveal his white t-shirt underneath. “He’s bad at taking hints,” She said, smiling as he chuckled into her neck. “Which is one of the reasons I’m breaking up with him.” She said pointedly and he laughed as he pulled away from her to see that sweet smile of hers.

“I hear you, baby.” Logan smirked, bringing his index finger underneath her chin and staring intensely into her eyes. “You know what you’re asking?” She nodded quickly, pushing his flannel off his shoulders and he shook it off before grabbing her face in his hands and kissing her hard. Y/N moaned against his lips, holding fistfuls of his t-shirt as they made out on his kitchen table. Logan groaned at the taste of her lips, the taste of her tongue as she let him invade her mouth, her moans wanton with urgency.

And right on cue, the phone rang.

“Who the hell?” Logan growled in frustration and Y/N pouted, wiping her lip as he pulled away to answer the call. “Yeah?” Logan’s eyes met hers and he nodded. “Yeah, she made it, she’s here.” Y/N’s mouth dropped slightly as she realized she had completely forgotten about her dad. Logan glanced outside through the kitchen window. “It’s coming down pretty rough. Want her to wait it out? I can make sure she gets down the mountain all right.” Logan was watching her as she sat breathless in his kitchen and he smirked. “Not at all, pal. It’s the least I could do.” He walked over to her and pointed to the phone. “Yep, she’s right here.”

Y/N took the phone and looked at Logan as she sweetly said, “Hi daddy!” He chuckled quietly and she almost moaned as his large hands smoothed down her thighs.

“Hey, sweetheart, I want you to wait the storm out with Logan, okay? It’s just nasty out here and I don’t want to risk you being in an accident.” Her dad said over the phone.

“Sure, dad! I don’t mind.” Y/N said with a smile as she felt Logan’s hard cock press into her knee while they held eye contact.

“Alright, dear, give me a call when it’s clear enough to head back.”

“Will do! Love you, dad!” She said, tilting her head to the side as Logan peppered kisses along her shoulder and neck.

“Love you, sweetheart.”

The moment the call ended, Logan snatched the phone from her and slammed it down on the table, wrapped his arms around her, tangled his fingers in her hair, and kissed her roughly. “All alone now.” He murmured, making her breathless with want as she untucked his t-shirt from his jeans and slid her hands up his abdomen.

“Logan,” She pleaded, tugging on his shirt and he let her pull it off, tossing it somewhere on the floor just before he knelt down between her knees and looked at her for final reassurance before he lifted the skirt of her dress. “Yes, please.” She choked out and he smirked while tearing a hole into her tights, moving her panties aside and touching her gently. “Oh, fuck.” She trembled as his fingers moved through her folds, traced her opening slowly, collecting her arousal on his fingers to lick it off.

“Mm,” Logan moaned, watching her bite her lip at the sight. “Like honey.” He said before kissing her thighs and focusing his attention on her pulsing cunt. His tongue moved through her, drooling against her as he tasted her and felt her drip for him. Y/N let her head hang back in pleasure, her fingernails scratching his scalp as she fisted tufts of his thick hair, using him to balance herself on the edge of the table.

“Fuck, Logan!” She gasped as he sucked on her clit and tongued his way into her core, groaning and mumbling into her about how good she tasted and how much he needed this. His hands held one thigh open and the other over his shoulder, caressing it softly as the chunky heel of her boot dug into his back in a way that he thoroughly enjoyed. The vibrations of his voice and groans sent her over the edge. “Oh, my God!” Her body tensed as the feeling of pleasure overcame her and she let out a high-pitched whine, hunching over slightly as she came quicker than ever before.

“You taste so damn good.” Logan said as he kissed her, giving her a taste of herself, making her moan as his fingers continued petting at her sensitive clit. “So needy,” He chuckled as she grabbed a hold of his wrist and rolled her clit into his palm. “Barely letting me do anything.” Her cheeks burned from embarrassment, but she didn’t care, she just wanted to feel him. Her lips pressed to his neck, nipping lightly at his skin which made him hum in approval, his free hand tense on the table as he held himself up while letting her use his palm to seek her second release.

“Oh, oh!” She cried as she came again, shaking and clenching her thighs tightly around his hand while he managed to slip two fingers into her and overstimulate her. “Ah, fuck, Logan!” She cried out, one hand pushing on his chest and the other trying to get his hand out from between her legs. Logan pressed his free hand into the small of her back, holding her close to him as he dragged out her orgasm and she fell limp against him.

“Is that all you can take, honey?” Logan chuckled with a dark look in his eyes. Y/N bit her lip and she shook her head. His lips captured hers in a kiss, his hands palming over the fat of her hips and ass as he moved her further onto the edge of the table.

“Give me more, daddy.” She breathed out as they had pulled apart, running her hands over his warm, toned chest and stopping at his belt buckle. “Please.”

Logan kissed her forehead and he undid his belt, lowered his jeans enough to pull his hard cock out, and she let out a throaty moan at the sight of him so heavy and thick. “Since you asked so nicely.” He teased, collecting her arousal for lubricant with the head of his cock. Y/N shuddered at the feeling, his swollen head prodding into her, bullying his way through her narrow walls with a low growl emitting from his throat. As she braced herself with her hands pressed firmly into his broad back, he wrapped one arm around her waist, and held the table down with his other hand to keep it from toppling over as he pounded into her.

Y/N cried out for him, called his name, barely able to string a full sentence together as he fucked her hard and slow. “Oh, daddy! It - ah - can’t ta - ugh - fuck!” Her body molded into his, let him fuck into her without protest, he loved how responsive she was to him.

“Does your boyfriend fuck you like this?” Logan asked cockily as he watched her eyes roll back into her head and she shook it with a shudder, her orgasm already slowly gushing out of her as he repeatedly pounded into that spot. “Can’t even talk, can you, honey?” He chuckled, kissing her neck and her jaw as he chased his own release.

His back muscles spasmed underneath her palms as his cock throbbed warningly inside her and he picked up his pace to have her cry out until he could feel her walls contracting with the force of a final orgasm and he pulled out. Y/N was suddenly brought down onto her knees and Logan squeezed her cheeks together as he fed his cock to her. “Mm,” She moaned around his dick, letting him slide as deep as possible down her throat and his load shot out in thick spurts. Logan swore and groaned, throwing his head back as he held onto her head with both hands, keeping himself stuffed in her gullet until he was drained and she had swallowed all of him. “Fuck.” She gasped as he slid out of her and let her go.

Logan was breathless as he adjusted his pants and grabbed her a glass of water. She chugged it down gratefully and he helped her onto her feet, sitting her down at the table with a serious look on his face. “You alright?”

“Yes.” She smiled at him, still trembling, but that trademark bright smile of hers unwavering. Logan scoffed and grinned, shaking his head before kissing her forehead and pulling on his t-shirt.

They made some coffee and talked about her starting college, his plans of apparently taking a trip to the United States soon. They were getting to know each other more intimately on his couch as they waited for the storm to pass and when it did, she found herself disappointed. “Mm,” She moaned in protest as he pulled his lips away from hers, his tongue leaving her mouth empty. “Not yet.”

With a smile, Logan patted her thigh and gently moved her legs off his lap as he stood up, disappointed himself. “Time to get you back to your dad.” Logan said as he pulled on his coat and handed Y/N hers.

“Will you still be here when I come back from college?” She asked as he walked her out to her truck.

Logan smiled down at her, noticed her nose quickly becoming red from the cold, her body shivering again, and he remembered the rip he made in her tights. “I sure plan to be,” He said as he kissed her softly and she beamed up at him when they pulled away. “Let’s get you home, honey.”

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A moment of silence for Adam🫢

Honey II

Honey III

Masterlist

[cosmosis]

MOVED TO @seratopia

miguel o’hara x reader (fluff) - jealousy

miguel gets jealous possessive after a new intern flirts with you this is part of the same universe as my call oneshot!

Being 2nd in charge of the multiverse is... honestly not that hard for you. It’s mostly just co-leading, and being a secretary. Lyla helps out a bunch, but sometimes, a sassy AI can only do so much. 

Jess informed you of a new intern she recruited. Apparently, he’s having his first day today, which means you’ll probably have to do a quick run-through of things with him later. 

For now, it’s your fated duty to sit with Miguel at his desk so he doesn’t get all pouty later. He starts huffing and puffing when you aren’t near, takes it out on the kids sometimes. 

Thanks to your suggestion, Miguel invested in a nice desk and swivel chair for the office, so now it looks more like an actual workspace instead of a maniac’s plot room. (either way, he his one lmao)

Since Lyla’s gone for the time being, you’re standing up on the office platform, tapping away at a multitude of screens. Miguel lays lazily in the office chair, swiveled up behind you to rub his face into your upper back, as well as run his hands along your tummy. 

“Hun, you gotta let go. I needa tour the intern.” You mutter, closing in on an ID photo of the recruit.

“No.“

“Well, if I don’t do it, then who will?“ You ask. 

“Jess.“

“She’s busy on her break. Pregnant women need breaks, you know.“

“Ugh. I don’t want you to leave.“ He whines. squeezing you tighter. 

You start squirming out of his grip, pulling his pinky off of your stomach. Inching away, you push Miguel away by his head. Reluctantly, he starts letting you go, lazily running his hands onto the skin of your hips and lower thighs before letting go. 

“I’ll see you in a bit, baby.“ You say, scuffing up his hair with your palm. Gracefully, you leap down from the platform, somersaulting onto the floor and skating out the exit. You hop over a few stray cardboard boxes. 

Miguel watches you stroll away, and fixes his hair back into place. 

Lyla magically appears, phasing in and out with a different sly look each time. She snickers, flickering all around Miguel’s head. 

“Whipped.“

“Shut the fuck up.“

. . .

Miguel’s blood starts to boil as soon as you roll in with that stupid, bastard of an intern. He’s too close to you for comfort, so close to his arm nudging yours... Miguel’s teeth start to clench, his fangs close to drawing blood from his mouth. He’s paying too much attention to you, there’s a vibe he gets that he hates to his core. 

Everything about him is aggravating; the blonde hair, the snarky smirk, all of it.  

“...and this is Miguel’s office!“ You say, gesturing your hand to the majority of the area. 

“Sweet, nice to meet the bossman.“

Bossman, his ass. Miguel would only ever let you call him bossman. 

“Miguel! Come down!“ You yell, and his heart warms in his chest. He turns around from his standing form on the office platform, eyeing the intern in order to scare him a bit. 

“Hey, what’s up man! Glad to finally meet the man behind the slaughter!“ The intern exclaims, his hands rested on his hips. 

Miguel fights every urge to both roll his eyes and tackle the recruit, keeping a somewhat straight face on. He chuckles a little, not a single trace of a smile on his face. 

“Heh, yeah? Excited to meet the bossman?“ Miguel taunts, but it looks like the intern can’t tell he is. 

“Heck yeah dude! Where do I start?“

Miguel starts nodding a little, plastering on a face smile, chuckling a bit...

Before he throws the entire office chair at the recruit. Not to hit you, though. He’d never, ever hit you. 

Instantly, the intern turns away, shielding his body with his hands. In the nick of time, though, you latch your webbing onto the chair, slinging it away to side before it could harm anyone. You cross your arms. 

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry about tha- MIGUEL!“ You scream. 

And he throws a literal file cabinet at the man. Again, you latch it out of way without problem. 

“What th'heck, man?! What’s your fuckin’ problem?!“ The intern yells, spreading his arms out. 

“My fuckin’ problem is you nagging my wife!“ He roars. 

“Wait a sec- she’s your wife?“

Miguel then  leaps down from the platform, chin held up high in a sinister glare. Slowly, he steps over towards the both of you, fixing his eyes on the intern the entire time. 

Miguel’s tall, really tall compared to the newbie. He pokes his finger to the recruit, leaning in real close. 

“Stay at least 5 feet away from my wife at all times.“ Miguel utters, and you kinda feel bad for the new guy. 

You cross your arms. “C’mon, Miguel. He’s literally new, take it easy on him!” You say back, and Miguel pouts, whines. Possessively, he reaches over to you, pulling in you in by the hip to try to soothe you. It doesn’t work, and you present yourself from giving into his needy touches.  

And then, you turn around back to the newbie. “Gosh, I’m so sorry about that! He’s usually not like this-”

“Man, fuck this.“ The intern exclaims, taking a few steps back in agitation. “Take me back home, I ain’t dealin’ with this shit!“

He storms off, kicking a stray cardboard box on the way out. 

“Aw, crap.“

“Finally.“

You swerve back around, hands on your hips. “Miguel, that was uncalled for.”

“Yes it was! He was smothering all over you!“ He yells, throwing his hands up in the air like it was the most obvious thing ever. 

“Well, now thanks to you, we lost a recruit.“

“One of literally thousands!“

“And now, there’s papers everywhere on the floor!“

“Shhh, honey, I’ll clean it up later.“

Ignoring your frown, Miguel finally pulls you into him, pressing your lower back into his own with a nose into your hair.

“I saw the way he put his arm around you. He was flirting with you too. Hated it.“ Miguel utters. 

“When?“ You ask.

“On the surveillance.“ He says, and you sigh. He’s right, the guy was flirting with you for a bit, but you chose to ignore it so you could get over with the tour faster. 

“Eh, he gave me the heebie jeebies from the beginning.“ You say, and Miguel automatically squeezes you tighter into him, a deep grumble bellowing from his inner throat.

“I’m never letting you tour anyone ever again.“ Miguel admits.

“After that? Go ahead.“ You scoff, and finally, he sighs in relief. 

He tries drags you back to the office platform again, but then forgets that he threw the chair, grumbling in regret. Instead, he just hovers behind you for the rest of the day, occasionally pressing a smooch to your head. 

[luveline]

could you write bau!reader x aaron, reader is pregnant and baby is so restless and kicking a lot as reader is at her desk working and aaron is the only one who can calm baby down

ty for requesting <3 pregnant!reader, 1k

“Woh,” you mumble, almost clipping your head on your desk as you lean forward. “Oh, my gosh.” 

“What’s wrong, mama?” 

You wave your free hand weakly at Derek, the other to your bump. “Nothing’s wrong, handsome.” 

Derek laughs warmly and stands from his chair. “I don’t believe you. Come on, tell me what’s wrong. Or I’ll go get the big man and he can force it out of you himself.” 

Hotch’s never forced anything out of you, but he has kissed a confession from you before. He could do it again easily. 

You right yourself as the baby’s rampant kicking makes you feel as though you’ll pee your pants. “Derek, there’s some crazy stuff happening inside of me right now.” 

He smiles at you fondly. “I bet there is.” 

“She’s kicking the shit out of me.” Sitting up, your back twinges and relaxes, the weight of your baby bump spreading out. You’re very pregnant and the baby is extremely active. She kicks pretty much 24/7 these last few days, and it’s driving you crazy. “Do you wanna feel?” 

Derek presents his hand for feeling. You stand up, and Derek lays a hand across your bump. You don’t have to move it anywhere: the second he touches you, he can no doubt feel the baby’s aggressiveness. She’s aiming her little feet almost like she knows where your most fragile organs are. 

One rough kick has Derek taking back his hand. “She’s beating you up, mama.” 

“She hates me.” 

“She doesn’t hate you,” Spencer says, twirling in his chair to give one of his innocuous tidbits of information, “babies kick for all sorts of reasons. They kick when they’re hungry, or after you’ve just eaten because of the extra glucose shared via the placenta. Sometimes they kick because they can feel sensation through your skin.” 

Spencer stands up. You raise your brows. “You wanna feel?” you ask. 

He grins and offers his hand. You take it and place it against the baby’s restless feet, smiling at Spencer’s smile, a little enchanted by how fascinated he seems. At Spencer’s touch, she starts to kick quickly like she had been with Derek, and eventually you have to move his hand in the hopes she’ll stop. She slows, but the occasional stretch pokes at your stomach. You can see the distension of her limb even through your shirt. 

“She’s really going for it today,” you say. “Maybe I had too much brown sugar in my oatmeal.” 

“You know babies can tell the difference between hands?” Spencer asks. 

“I sort of guessed,” you say distractedly, rubbing at the baby’s kicking with the crest of your palm. “She doesn’t act like this with Hotch.” 

“Good to know he has that effect on everyone,” Derek says with a laugh. 

“I might go and ask him to make her stop. I’m gonna need a change of clothes if she doesn’t.” 

Derek laughs again, full-bellied, his arm wrapping around your shoulders in a pitying hug. “Aw, sweetheart, you’ll be okay. Just two more months and this will all be over.” 

“Well, you never know. The longest overdue pregnancy in human history was almost a hundred days, that’s more than an extra three months.” 

“Spencer!” you say, not truly shouting, but your volume escaping you as the horror of a year long pregnancy sinks in. “Don’t jinx me.” 

Your loud voice, or perhaps Derek’s roaring laughter, draws the attention of JJ and Hotch, who appear from the depths of his office with matching curious expressions. JJ begins down the steps to the bullpen, while Hotch stays at the balcony waiting for an explanation. 

“Baby Hotchner’s giving it large,” Derek says, rubbing your upper arm. 

“She won’t stop,” you complain, relieved to see your stern husband. “Can you come and set her straight?” 

You aren’t always so quick to complain to him, but this is too much. It feels as though she’s about to start doing spin kinks against your spine —it’s honestly the most she’s ever moved. When you were just a few weeks pregnant you’d longed for her to wriggle and show you a sign that she could feel you, but now you’d appreciate a few minutes of calm. 

Hotch follows JJ down obligingly, and he, surrounded by your curious coworkers and colleagues, without any hesitation (but certainly some care), slips his hand under your blouse to feel at his baby’s sharp kicking. He presses against what might be a foot for a few moments, his smile barely hidden, his palm warm. 

“She really is giving it large,” he says, the deep softness of his voice like a signal. 

The baby’s kicks soften, until, barely ten seconds later, they stop. Your spine ceases vibrating, and you can finally stand there without having to press your thighs together. 

“Thank you,” you say, holding Hotch’s elbow. He’s well and truly saved you. 

He rubs your stomach with his thumb. His dark eyes stay set on your bump. “You’re welcome.” 

“I guess baby just missed her dad,” JJ says. 

You look at Spencer. He doesn’t say anything. “No correction?” you ask. 

“No,” he says, pouting that you’d ask. “Either she missed the sound of his voice, or your reaction to seeing him has calmed her down. That’s not a big difference.” 

“It’s both, I think,” you say, paused by a big yawn. 

“Are you tired?” Hotch asks. 

“Urgently.” You let yourself sag forward toward him, gesturing for Spencer, Derek and JJ to look away. “Thanks for your help, boys, but I need something no one else can give me.” You collapse into Hotch’s chest for a hug. 

The bump is very much in the way, but he reacts accordingly, ushering your chest to his, cheek pressed gently to your forehead. “She’s exhausted you,” he teases under his breath. 

“She really has.” 

“I love how she settles with me,” he says, rubbing your back for a long, slow handful of seconds, before he pulls away enough to grin at you. “But I suppose she gets that from her mother.” 

“You’re very calming.” 

“So I’ve been told.” 

[jamminvroomvroom]

second time around.

ln x fem!reader

in which he’s quite desperate to have a second kid.

staying in my active era! there is honestly no excuse for this one, i just simply couldn’t help myself. it’s porn, yes, there is plot, but it’s just. porn.

warnings: 18+!! minors dni!! where do i even begin? smut, more smut, breeding kink (kinda the whole point), choking, overstimulation, general sex acts, public sex, car sex, shower sex, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of the kid they already have, lando being a little shit, sex somewhere unhinged in the mtc, a brief moment of angst, dom!lando, rough sex? yeah.

3.9k words

take: 1

the season is coming to an end.

somewhere between italy and singapore lando decides he wants another kid.

it’s a warm day in the middle of september when he proposes the idea to you. you’re watching your daughter toddle around the garden, soaking up the last remnants of sunlight before the darkness of autumn encapsulates the warm beams until march.

she giggles, pushing her toys around in the grass. you let her play, lost in her own little world of wonder. lando turns to you, scanning your side profile, watching you watch the little girl. he’s awestruck, enamoured totally by the family he’s created, by the woman he loves. he doesn’t think, he just opens his mouth and let’s loose his big idea.

“want another one?” he cooes, sliding closer across the bench, until he’s nosing at your cheek. kisses are pressed to your puffy face. it’s still early.

at first you think he’s offering you another coffee, so you hold out your almost empty mug to him. you’d been nursing the drink, letting it go cold in the naturally cooler air. he laughs at you, and that’s when you clock what he’s actually asking.

you turn to him, facing each other now. lando looks excited. you wonder if you can find a way to mirror his expression.

“lando…” you start. his face drops at your tone, letting him down easy. “it’s not that i don’t want to, it’s just-“

“i’ll be home more. i’ve worked it all out. if we get to work now, baby will be here around the summer break.”

you mull over his words.

your first baby was a shock to you both, and you didn’t fancy doing that again. you loved lando with every fibre of your being, just as you did your daughter, but being away from him so much in the lead up to her arrival shot every one of your nerves to pieces.

but another baby would be on the agenda eventually - you both desperately wanted to add to your beautiful family - and you supposed that if he’d done the math…

“by get to work now, you mean…?” you cock an eyebrow at him. he lights up like the christmas tree you’d be putting up in a few months.

“she’s going down for her nap soon.” lando smirks, voice edged with that excitement once again.

-

his head is between your legs mere moments after he shuts your bedroom door.

you’d been waiting for him, stripped bare in anticipation. your baby girl would be down for a good few hours, more than enough time for him to draw out everything you had to offer and fill you back up.

his tongue runs over your flesh; he’s messy with it. you’re choking out whimpers as he licks and laps and tugs with his teeth. your pussy clenches around nothing and he notices, sliding his fingers all over where you ache. they’re quickly wet enough to slide inside of you, and he grinds them deep, luring traces of an orgasm into the pit of your belly. it’s familiar, the way he winds you up, and you want him like this every minute of the day.

“getting you ready, honey. gonna get you so fucking ready.” lando is slurring words into your cunt, letting them get lost to your sodden folds. you hear every word perfectly. they make you shake and shake until you’re undone.

when he looks up at you, his mouth is glistening. his fingers are, too. he hates wasting a drop of you, so he laps up the mess you’ve made while he shuffles up the bed. when he’s finally hovering over you, he’s desperate, but you’re worse. you could cry from the urge.

something carnal is taking place; he’s staring into your soul, finishing up the remnants of your taste, and you’re begging with your eyes, hands slinking all over your own body. you must be dripping by now. your body is restless and you raise your hips, inviting him close, deep.

when he thrusts into you, he’s pinning you down into your shared mattress. you’re completely at his mercy and he fucking loves it. you love it more. you go slack underneath him, and he starts a slow grind. he’s not thrusting, not yet, he’s just rolling into you, deeper, deeper, deeper. you feel the first tears threatening to fall. he feels so good, it’s unbearable.

he nudges at your most sensitive spot, over and over and over. you whine carnally and he swallows it, licking into your mouth. his curls tickle your forehead, you’re pressed so close together. he sees the pools in your eyes and then he looses it completely.

hand on your neck for leverage, he starts thrusting, harder and harder, faster than you can ever recall. he knows you can take it, knows how bad you want it, and that thought alone spurs him on. you have the same goals, the same shared instincts. you feel nothing but pure fucking bliss everywhere.

“you want me to fill you up? you want my baby, honey? want me buried nice and deep?” you hear him grunt, but he sounds so far away.

you are lost to the void when you come. you can’t even try and resist, not when you can hear how wet you are, not when you can hear the quiet whimpers he tries to fight at the way your pussy convulses around him. you cannot see anything but the stars in his eyes.

you go limp and he spills, fucking it even further into you. his eyes are trained on where you’re still joined, and where he’s still fucking you. you’d be screaming if not for the hand wrapped around your throat. the most delicious piece of jewellery you own.

lando needs to know he’s gone as deep as he can, that you’ve come as hard as he can make you. he feels unhinged when his fingers find your clit, switching between short spasms of his finger on the nub, and grinding down on it with his palm. you’re both overstimulated, soaked with sweat and other things. you’re gripping his cock so fucking tight that he can’t stop the rush of moans, your name mumbled like a prayer between expletives.

but still, he needs to know it’s deep enough.

an hour later, you can finally move, and you sink deep into the bath.

your head is on his chest, he washes you gently. you wonder if it’ll be a boy or a girl.

-

date night

almost a month passes. no sign of baby number two.

it’s fine, you tell yourself. you tell lando, too. all the more reason to keep practicing.

every opportunity he gets to bury himself to the hilt inside of you is a win in both of your books. he grabs every single one of those opportunities with both hands.

you’re dressed up nice for dinner, little black dress hugging you well. you watch the scenery flick past you. lando’s in the drivers seat, making small talk, his left hand heavy on your bare thigh. you’ve just dropped your daughter off with her grandparents, your mother hugging lando tight. he’d been gone a while.

fingers skim higher up your thigh. you want to let him carry on but this car is new, untainted by his adventurous personality and your willingness to comply. your legs snap shut and you watch him smirk out the corner of your eye.

“later.” you whisper.

his knuckles turn white on the steering wheel.

“i know. don’t you worry, honey.” he doesn’t sound convincing, no, he sounds like a man with a plan and you dread to think of what he has in store.

the restaurant is tiny. a hole in the wall. it’s intimate, exclusive, slightly extortionate, but lando likes to treat you. you order, and he behaves. you sip wine, and he behaves. you drag your heel up his leg, and still, he behaves. you know something is brewing behind those stormy eyes.

he launches his attack during dessert.

vanilla ice cream hits your tongue when he strikes, leaning back in his chair. his thick neck captures your attention, the dim light accentuating him just right.

“would your prefer we take this to the car or the bathroom? it’s pretty spacious back there, you know.”

lando speaks so casually, and slightly too loudly. your cheeks are aflame.

“lando!” you hiss in warning. you’re sputtering over his boldness, catching some ice cream with your tongue. he watches the way it moves over your lips intently.

“actually, as tempting as the bathroom is, we still need to break in the new car.” lando sounds like he’s talking about the weather, or a shopping list, not the location of your next sexcapade. you swear you see the old lady at the next table over wink at you. “your choice, honey.”

you’re staring daggers at him. he leans in closer, elbows resting on the table and a shit eating grin contorting his pretty face.

“i’ve been gone too long, i need to remember what that pussy feels like.” his voice has dropped an octave but it’s still too loud. you inadvertently grind against the chair. the candle on the table flickers from the force of the shaky breath your expel.

“if you shut up now, you can have me anywhere you want me.” you mumble, bringing your napkin to your lips. the ice cream is melting and you have more important things on your mind.

“i’ll have you anyway, honey. because no matter what happens, we’re gonna go back to the car and you’re gonna crawl into my lap, aren’t you? you’re not gonna be able to help it.” he keeps going and you want the ground to swallow you up. maybe you want to crawl over the table and jump on his lap right here. you fight every natural instinct.

“lando.” you try to scold him again but it comes out breathier, a feeble attempt at shutting him up. it’s hard to be convincing when you want nothing more than for him to bend you over in the middle of this restaurant.

“and after i’ve had you shaking on my lap, i’m gonna fill you up, yeah? you’ve been waiting for weeks, poor thing.”

you usher over the waiter, and ask for the bill.

-

he’s got you home in one piece and all the way up to the shower.

you’re still delirious from the car. he’s still dripping out of you.

he pushes you against the shower screen, your cheek resting on the fogged up plastic. the combination of yours and his first orgasm is enough to slick him up and he slides right back inside of you, as if he’d never left.

your head is spinning, car lights and nail prints in leather seats flashing through your mind.

he’d been right in the restaurant. you’d crawled straight into his lap and he’d been waiting, seat pushed back, cock slapping up against his tanned belly. he’d swiped his fingers through your folds, determining that you were wet enough already, and then you’d sunk straight down on him.

at first he’d just watched you lose control, bouncing and grinding and whining on his lap. you were growing tired when he stepped in, pushing you back against the steering wheel, the angle change making your eyes roll back. you came twice with his fingers on your clit and his other hand holding you down so he could grind up into you. he’d released deep into you, all you could do was shudder, collapsing into his chest.

now, he’s taking you again, the hot water cascading over you both. you’re almost limp, caught between the cold screen and his hot, restless body. this it was three weeks apart does to him, and the urge to claim every part of you is at the forefront of his mind.

you’re writhing. there’s no room to move; he’s pressed so tight against you, breathy moans sounding straight into your ear and you want him impossibly closer. you always missed him so much it hurt, but that pain had increased tenfold lately.

you try to roll your hips back into him, needing him deeper, somehow. you’re so wet and tight around him, and your attempt at moving on him has you clamping down on him.

lando whimpers when he lets go, marking you as his.

he washes your hair and you fall asleep together naked.

-

the fear

lando is due back from qatar.

any minute now, he’ll be walking through the door.

he’s taken a podium, so you are expecting somewhat high spirits, despite the slight issue that had been the sprint race.

a podium is a podium, you’d tried to tell him on the phone late on saturday night. you knew that a podium was never just a podium.

you’re cleaning the kitchen up, your sweet daughter tucked up tight in her bed upstairs. a random playlist is sounding from the speakers and you flit around in just his hoodie. it hits mid thigh and it’s keeping you shielded from the biting october air.

you hear keys in the lock somewhere in the distance. you grin stupidly. god, you always fucking miss him. you turn to face the doorway, eagerly anticipating his face, longing for one of his speciality hugs.

instead, a storm enters your kitchen in the form of your boyfriend.

you raise and eyebrow.

“lando?” you question.

your hips are in his hands before he can answer. he’s walking you backwards until the granite of the counter is digging into your lower back.

“turn around.” his voice is gravelly, commanding. you do as you’re told.

the hoodie is bunched around your waist, your panties are tugged to the side. you can hear the rustle of fabric, assuming he’s getting himself ready. two fingers gloss through your folds while he pushes you down, bending you over for him. he’s rubbing circles into your clit and you’re keening into his touch.

“you gonna tell me what’s wrong?” you manage to choke out. he grunts in response.

“just need to get inside you.” is all he replies. well, okay then.

lando rearranges you, hiking one of your knees up so that’s it’s resting on the countertop. your other foot barely touches the floor when he fucks into you, ruthless. you cry out, reaching blindly behind you for him. you graze his hip and he shivers, pushing into you even harder.

he’s frantic, messy with it, thumbing at your clit. there’s hardly any room to move his hand, so he’s grinding the pad of his thumb as best he can. the pressure builds in your belly embarrassingly fast. you love when he gets like this, but you will pry what’s wrong out of him later when he curls up into his chest.

“gonna give you another one. s’all i can think about. fucking you full.” he mutters. your back arches into him.

“please.” you whimper, slurred. it’s all you can think about too.

your plea ushers along his orgasm, and he drops his head against your back. you’re shaking when you finish; he stays buried deep for a moment, silence washing over you.

when he helps you stand up, he kisses you deep. he brushes the hair from your face, says hello properly.

“wanna go see her.” he mumbles.

-

when you finally manage to climb the stairs, you see straight into your daughters room.

lando is stood over her crib, watching her sleep in the lamp lit room. he’s cooing something to her that you can’t make out. your knees are weak at the sight. you want to fill this house with children that look like him and laugh the way he does.

he catches you watching, sending you a wink, a promise that he’ll meet you in bed. when he finally does, drawing back the sheets and dropping into bed beside you, he wraps himself around you instantly.

“talk to me.” you command, toying with his hair in a way that you know turns him into mush in your hands.

“can’t win a race, can’t give you another baby. just- fuck.” he sighs, voice so small. you tear up but you push that aside for now.

“stop, lando. don’t do this to yourself.” you try to sound firm, attentive.

“just- am i good to you? am i good to her?” he needs to hear you say it, that’s the only thing that will talk him down from this spiral. he’s exhausted, and this is often a consequence.

“sometimes i think you hung the stars in the sky.” you hum, kissing his forehead.

gentle snores lull you to sleep.

-

quickie

you go with him to austin.

it seemed logical, after the events of qatar. your daughter has been stolen away by lando’s dad, who is showing her the paddock and introducing her to mechanics. you watch on, momentarily, because then lando is stealing you away.

“haven’t you got fp3 in a minute?” you ask, coy smile on your face. he’s pulling your jeans down and kicking them away.

“this won’t take long.” he smirks.

you crave the upper hand for a change. his race suit is already undone, so you make your move. you tug down his fireproofs, taking his cock in your hands. he’s hard already, glistening for you. he groans, but doesn’t make you stop.

you’re watching him through your eyelashes, his head tipping back in pleasure. you work your hand around him, up and down, applying pressure at the base and around the tip. it’s flushed red, wet in your hand and he looks too pretty to stop. he can have you later, in your hotel room, you think. right now, you’re having him.

lando is panting, thrusting into your hand when he comes for you. you’re soaked through, and he can probably see the damp patch on the panties. his release hits your stomach, painting your flushed skin white. your eyes scan the room for something to clean yourself with, but he beats you to it.

thick fingers swipe through the mess he’s made. your panties are tugged to the side and then he’s fucking you with said fingers. you cannot produce a thought, mouth gaping open in the shape of an ‘o’. the sight before you has you gushing, and he uses that leverage to speed up.

“you think i’m gonna let it go go waste, honey? silly girl. pretty, pretty girl.” he mutters.

your hips are bucking into his hand when he pulls out of you, collecting more of him from your belly, and then he’s thrusting them in again. you tear up from the pleasure coursing through you, white hot. he’s crazy, you think, but he’s so fucking beautiful, teasing glint in his eye as he curls his fingers deeper.

“want it so bad, don’t you? gotta keep you full for me, don’t i?”

you’re sure you can be heard from the garage when your orgasm hits.

-

office party

a burnt orange dress clings to your hips and a curly haired man clings to your hand.

the mtc is lit up for another gala that you and lando have to attend. the season is over and they’ve had a great run, so a toast must be made to celebrate that.

you watch him get passed around the room between sponsors and other important people, proud of what he’s achieved. you hate sharing him, but it’s a necessary evil, so you drink champagne with oscar’s girlfriend, lily, and natalie pinkham.

when lando comes back to you, his PR smile is dropped and that genuine, boyish grin returns that you have so missed in his momentary absence. he introduces you to some people, proudly showing you off, sinking drinks as he does.

it’s nearing 10pm when his actions become questionable. his hand stays on your ass, his words whispered in your ear are filthy and his sly kisses on your neck stop being quite so sly.

you remove him from the main event, just for a moment, just to try and get him to compose himself before you jump him against one of the vintage racing cars. he sees this as an invitation, however, and then everything goes awry.

he’s dragging you into the lift, kissing you against the closed doors. when you stumble out a floor up, you can still hear the function in full swing. he’s pulling you down a hallway and into what you assume is an office. when he has you sat on a desk, you realise where you are.

“is this zak’s office?” your eyes pop out of your head, bewildered.

“maybe.” he shrugs. he’s smirking like a bastard.

“you’re insane.” you shake your head, standing from the desk, but his lips ghost your ear and you’re putty in his hands.

“you’re driving me insane. coming here in this tight fucking dress. can’t stop looking at you, thinking about this.” his hand rubs over your lower belly as he speaks, and then you’re back on the desk.

lando’s on his knees, peeling the silky material over your thighs until your barely there panties are in his face. he mouths over them briefly, and then they’re gone and his tongue is buried to the hilt in your cunt.

it doesn’t take him long to get you off, the alcohol and the thrill of being in the one place you should never have sex pushing you quickly towards your orgasm.

the glass wall of windows is too inviting for lando to pass up, so on shaky legs, you’re pressed up against them, looking out over the pond and the fairy lights when he pushes into you.

he’s kissing over your shoulder, your neck, holding your down on him while he thrusts up into you. you turn your head to kiss him, to let him swallow up your noises that could give you away.

“you’re so fucking good for me, honey. letting me have you here like this just so i can give you a baby.” he slurs against your lips, pussy drunk and ravenous.

he finds your clit, fast fingers making small swipes against it and you want to cry.

“gonna make this time count, yeah, honey? gonna keep it all inside of you until we get home?”

you try to nod, try to say something but you’re choking on air and dripping all over him. a couple more thrusts and you’re the perfect vessel for him to release into, throbbing and hot around his cock.

“beg for it, honey, come on. tell me how much you want it.” lando mumbles right in your ear.

“lando, please. please, please, please.” you whimper. “come for me, baby, need it inside of me.”

you leave the office a lot more composed than when you entered it. well, aside from the remnants of him that are running down your inner thighs.

-

a month later, lando’s laughing. he’s actually laughing, while you cringe, burying your blushing face in his chest.

you’re holding a pregnancy test in your hands, finally a positive one.

when you do the maths, you realise where baby norris was conceived, and you try and make him promise never to tell anyone that it was in his boss’s office.

“it’s a funny story.” he tells you. there are tears in his eyes.

“you’re so lucky i love you.” you roll your eyes. you are also dangerously close to crying.

but truthfully, you’re the lucky one. he carries you to bed that night, claiming that now you had a baby on board, you had to be careful!

you dream of him, that night. the man that hung the stars in the sky.

-

once again, idk what came over me i’m sorry lmfao

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18+, MDNI

The Water Scene in Catching Fire Defines how Peeta, Finnick, and Katniss Eat pussy.

I’m sorry, but I believe this wholeheartedly .

Peeta Mellark is gentle, smooth, and soft. His tongue leaves trails in brushy strokes against your clit, lips wrapped around the swollen bud and suckling. He uses his fingers to slowly curl into your sweet spot— the tips of them massage your inner walls perfectly, and he lets out tiny whimpers as he devours your cunt. He may talk, mumbling out tiny praises against your lips, blushing like a schoolgirl with a crush.

“Love your pussy, love it so much..”

“squeezing my fingers so good, can’t wait for you to squeeze my cock, baby.”

“Cum, please please cum all over me… I’ll be a good boy!”

He eats you out anytime you ask him to, and sometimes a lot of the time when he feels like using his tongue. When he cums, he’ll do it grinding himself against your leg like a desperate, whimpering puppy. <3

Finnick O’Dair is wild, untamed, and sloppy. His mouth devours you as he fucks your hole with his tongue, his fingers bruising against your thighs as he laps at your cunt. Groans spill from his lips, and honestly he’s too busy tasting you to speak. But sometimes, if you’re being extra bratty, he loves to slap your thighs and pull away with his chin dripping with slick to scold you.

“Didn’t I tell you to stop squirming? Keep your fucking legs open.”

“If you yank my hair like that again, you aren’t getting my mouth for a month.”

“what’d I tell you, huh? Don’t make me have to duct tape that pretty mouth shut.”

Oh my god, he literally is always between your legs. He mostly always initiates it because he just loves your pussy so much, and you get shy when asking him. Sometimes he’ll pull out his cock and jerk it sloppily between your legs and ride out his high by marking his cum all over your lips. <3

Katniss Everdeen is skilled, precise, calculated. Her mouth latches onto your pussy without a second thought, the tip of her tongue rubbing circles into your clit. She presses her fingers deep, draws out orgasm after orgasm. She doesn’t care if you say it’s too much. Her mouth will move hot between your legs and she’ll make you cum over and over again until she wants to stop. She respects your boundaries, of course, but in this case you almost always ask her to push you over your limits. She’ll tell you where to put your hands, or where to guide her when she’s eating you so she can get it just right.

“No, I said to put them over your head. Don’t make me tell you again, okay?”

“How many times have you came? Three? Four? Oh, that’s cute. But you’re going to have to give me one more.”

“Grab my hair, not too hard— just like that. There’s my good girl.”

She does it when you suggest, or when she’s stressed and needs a snack distraction. When she cums, she does it by letting you return the favor. Your mouth kisses up her thighs, and you practically drool as you settle yourself between her legs <3

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