#but that's something i'll probably tease out with time (or not)

[chrissv4mp]

VIDEOS GIRLFRIEND!BILLIE WOULD SEND YOU .ᐟ

NEW MESSAGE! ⟶ bils: lookin 4 something???

the video starts quickly—billie holding her phone up above her head, resting comfortably in what looks to be the couch on her tour bus. she hums softly, a soothing melody that you wish you had the chance to hear again face-to-face. then the camera pans back down, her fingers fumbling with the device before successfully setting it onto the couch opposite of where she was perched.

it's only then do you realize what she's wearing—a purple hoodie that's quite similar to yours... and as you squint, trying to remember where you recognize it from. before the answer can click in your mind, billie speaks up.

"i know you're probably wondering where i got this," she grins, cheekily. "or maybe you're wondering why i have this?" she adds, smile breaking out wider. "and—okay, don't blame me—but i snuck it in my bag before tour..."

your favorite hoodie.

and, clearly, hers as well.

"but!" she exclaims, then whips her head to the side at the sound of one of the cabin bunks creaking. then, quieter, "but i wanted to know that you're always here—or, at least, a part of you."

you can see the pink tint of her cheeks flushing even in the dim lighting of the tour bus, and it only becomes more apparent as she pulls the hood further down—covering her face in embarrassment as she giggles quietly, the sound muffled behind the thick, cozy fabric of your hoodie. the one that you'd been losing your mind while trying to find over the past few days. guess it's a huge weight lifted off your chest knowing that the person you trust most has it.

the room goes quiet for a moment too long—and then a long yawn rips through billie's throat, resulting in the girl lifting her arms up and stretching dramatically, a habit you'd also picked up on a few months into the relationship. billie sits up, scooting to the edge of the cushions and snatching up her phone again. she pulls the device close to her face, anything below her nose unseen in the camera.

"okay, well," she exhales, sleepy. "that's my cue."

her eyes flick to the camera, pulling the phone away a bit to grin at you through the phone. "i love you, pretty girl. i'll call tomorrow... if the timezones aren't fucked up—but if they are, still expect a call. just... later."

she blows a kiss, a tired smile pulling at her lips. "g'night."

NEW MESSAGE! ⟶ bils: i'd wanna fuck me too !!

"damn," billie purrs, tilting her head to the side. the sunlight from the open curtains of her hotel room illuminate her face. her lips part, eyes flitting across the screen—checking herself out shamelessly. "not to be conceded but... i see why you want me all the time, baby," she teases, leaning back on the couch, maroon and plush.

her hair is in a low bun, loose strands falling on her neck—so effortlessly perfect it's almost like she pulled them out herself. the video is nearly silent for a few seconds, the low hum of the A/C in the background setting a soft, quiet mood, almost like she's at home. her shoulders are relaxed, brows not furrowed like you'd seen them the last time she jumped onto facetime with you.

billie whistles low as she sets her phone down on the table, probably propped against her water bottle. "holy shit, i might actually start drooling over myself right now," she smiles, turning her head to the side and humming upon seeing the sharp line of her jaw.

"woah," she muses, giggling as she turns back to face the camera. "okay, baby—i need to call you, like, now."

she grabs her phone, tugging it off the table. the video still plays for a moment, even while billie looks like she's deep into finding your contact. then, with a quiet—needy—huff from between billie's pouty lips, the video ends.

NEW MESSAGE! ⟶ bils: bts for europe pt2... ur lucky...

the first thing you notice is her camera—not her phone, but an actual camera. the thought of billie taking the time to export the video off the camera just for you already had your heart warming. what made your heart warmer was simply just seeing her face, inverted in the mirror yet still looking as beautiful as ever. the camera view shakes a little in the awkward position of her hand, moving a bit closer—showing the background of what seemed to be a closed shop.

"aaahh!" she whispers, mouth opening in a low roar. her nose scrunches as she takes a step back, focusing the camera on the clean mirror for a second longer before stepping away fully and showing you where she was.

there's multiple racks of her merchandise—a plethora of reds, blues, yellows, and whites, colors that she'd been fixated on even before the meetings for her tour plans began. you remember her always coming home with boxes of her first samples of hoodies and t-shirts. unbeknownst to you, she'd ordered one of each sample in your size—feigning surprise whenever you slid the piece of fabric on and found out that it fit you perfectly.

her voice breaks throught the quiet murmur employees in the background. "nobody passing by knows that i'm in here... well, except for you," she thinks out loud, voice trailing off. "wait, but you're not passing by, so—nevermind, still counts."

"this is going in the vlog, by the way," billie announces in a quiet whisper, like it's a secret. "and you're the first person to seee!! i'm so excited for this next part, baby, you don't even know."

her shoes pad on the concrete floors, the camera view getting closer and closer to a rack of multiple hoodies, the designs varying—fabric in red with a graphic of billie from her rolling stone photoshoot ranging from a darker black hoodie featuring a lighter graphic of her name and a photo taken on her latest tour stop, amsterdam.

"dude, this shit is so sick," she admires, flipping the camera to show her happy expression. "might have to get a few to take home to you—gosh, you'd look amazing in the red."

then, she comes closer, murmuring much quieter, "and, preferably, nothin' underneath..." quickly, the camera pulls away from her face.

"okay bye!"

NEW MESSAGE! ⟶ bils: BERLINNNNN

billie's hand is on her cheek, jaw open wide in faux surprise as she points at a poster of herself with her free hand—eyes wide as she frantically taps against the window like she's seeing something that's a once in a lifetime experience. someone—ava—giggles behind the camera, shaking the view for a moment to point at the poster as well, a surprised gasp of her own falling from between her lips.

they're standing outside a shop, the window showcasing a display of billie's latest perfume release—your turn. the gates were still closed due to the early hour, the sun still slowly rising above the mountains. ava zooms in on billie just as she sticks her tongue out—then, unexpectedly, she sprints off camera, nearly tripping over her jeans with her suddenly fast steps. ava trails not too far behind, giggling.

"billie, i'm coming go the show tonight!" someone screams in the distance, loud enough for the camera to pick it up.

she doesn't stop running, and neither does ava—her head just whips around as she stuffs a hand into her pocket, her smile clear in the way she screams, "love you!"

"i love you!" the fan screams back, and ava can't hold in the giggles crawling up her throat.

ava chases after billie until they tumble into the back of their car, breathing heavily as their backs finally hit the seats, lips parted to take the chance to breathe after the sudden interaction. her blue eyes meet the camera again, a dopey smile playing at the corners of her lips. she slumps in her seat, falling to the side and laying across her side of the car with a few quiet chuckles. ava joins in on the laughter, the little sounds escaping billie's throat contagious.

"that was... unexpected," ava comments through her fit of giggles, the words cut off a bit at the end due to the engine of the car rumbling to life.

billie nods. "ugh, i love them," she huffs, pushing herself up again and buckling herself in. the click of a seatbelt echoes in the camera speakers as ava does the same. "if we weren't in a rush i would've ran over and tackled them."

ava huffs a laugh.

"lightly—" billie clarifies. then, with a deep squint of her eyes, hums and whispers, "maybe not, actually. don't wanna catch an assault charge in the middle of tour..."

the blonde behind the camera hums. "they'd probably cherish the bruise, billie."

billie bursts out into laughter—then, the video cuts.

letters. will this get me out of the motivation drought.... fingers are tightly crossed rn bcus i have something big and exciting planned 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

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[chocoryo]

𝗪𝗜𝗦𝗛 ◦ LAZY MORNINGS.ᐟ ⋄ ﹙ 枯 ﹚

꒰ ㌛ ꒱ how do they act in lazy mornings with you?

꒰ ぉ ꒱ bf!wish && fem!reader content fluff. yushi's part can be slightly suggestive at the end. so much love i wanna die. ⋄ 3.5k words

꒰ 'ㅅ' ꒱ i thought of adding sakuryo in fluff headcanons, but something doesn't seem right for me... (we're just 1 year apart, but i feel like a sinner) so i'll just wait for them to turn 18 and i add them to fluff guys. i don't really like or write platonic fics and a romantic relationship seems... weird idk 😭😭

SION

mornings with sion are never rushed. they bloom slowly, like petals unfolding in warm sunlight—quiet, lazy, and filled with love. he refuses to open his eyes the moment the alarm chimes. refuses to let go of your warmth. instead, he pulls you closer, buries his face in the crook of your neck, and breathes you in like you’re his first breath of the day.

before anything else—before brushing teeth or checking phones or even stretching—he needs you. needs to kiss you, whisper to you, talk about everything and nothing. the day doesn’t start until he’s had a moment wrapped in you.

the golden morning light begins to pour gently through the curtains, soft and warm against the sheets. you stir sleepily, shifting under the covers, your face instinctively nuzzling into the familiar chest rising and falling beside you.

your eyes flutter open, slowly adjusting to the light. before you can even greet the day properly, you feel it—a tender kiss, feather-light, pressed against the crown of your head.

“good morning, love,” sion murmurs, his voice still gravelly from sleep. it rumbles in his chest beneath your cheek, and it makes something inside you melt.

“good morning, babe,” you reply, lifting your head just enough to rest your chin on his chest, your gaze drifting to him.

his hair is a soft mess, sleep-tousled and impossibly endearing. his eyes remain closed, but there’s a lazy little smile curling at the corners of his lips—the kind of smile that says he’s perfectly content, just like this.

you lean up and press a small kiss to his chin, earning a subtle but visible twitch of his smile growing wider.

“did you sleep well?” you ask gently, fingers slipping beneath the hem of his shirt, your hand seeking out the warm skin of his side.

he shivers slightly under your touch, leaning into it, like your fingers alone are enough to anchor him to the world. “i always sleep well when i’m with you,” he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper.

you giggle and pinch his side lightly. “don’t be cheesy.”

“i’m not,” he insists with a sleepy grin. “i’m just being honest. how could i possibly sleep badly when i’ve got the softest, warmest, smartest, most beautiful girl in the world holding me like i’m her favorite thing?”

your laugh bubbles up, light and bright, but his words—even if exaggerated—sink deep into your heart. because that’s what sion does. he says things that make your chest ache in the softest ways.

with a quiet groan of effort, he shifts, gently rolling you onto your back so he can rest above you, arms caging you in without pressure. he leans down and starts kissing you—over and over—like he’s got nowhere else to be and all the time in the world to show you how much he loves you.

your cheeks. your lips. your nose. your forehead. your neck. every inch of you receives the kind of affection that makes you feel cherished down to your bones.

you laugh between kisses, and that sound alone makes sion smile against your skin. he could live off the sound of your laughter. if it were a song, he’d play it on repeat for the rest of his life.

“what’s my pretty girl doing today?” he asks, voice muffled as he tucks his face into your neck again, your fingers tracing lazy circles across his back.

“after having breakfast with my amazing boyfriend?” you tease, and he hums in response, the vibration tickling your skin. “probably finishing that boring college project… then i’m meeting my mom.”

he lifts his head slightly, blinking at you with playful offense. “and then you’ll come home to your amazing boyfriend’s arms, right?”

you stretch your arms above your head with a yawn, grinning. “actually, then i’ll meet my friends. after that, i’ll come back home to my amazing boyfriend’s arms.”

he flops back down onto your chest, groaning dramatically. “ugh. then i’ll be here. abandoned. lonely. rotting away in despair. thinking of you and all the time we could’ve spent tangled in each other.”

you burst into laughter, fingers brushing through his messy hair. “you could hang out with the boys, you know.”

he makes a discontented noise. “they’re my last resort.”

“you love them.”

“maybe,” he mumbles, nuzzling back into you like he’d rather be anywhere but away from you.

the conversation fades into silence again, the comfortable kind. the kind that wraps around you both like a second blanket. your bodies stay tangled under the covers, lips meeting over and over, skin brushing against skin in the gentlest of ways.

his lips keep trailing kisses along your face and neck like he can’t help himself, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he stops. and honestly, you wouldn’t mind staying like this forever.

“we really need to get up…” you murmur against his lips between kisses, breath hitching slightly.

but sion only shakes his head, already capturing your mouth in another kiss.

“five more minutes,” he whispers, voice soft, pleading, and full of sleepy love.

and just like that, you’re pulled right back into his arms. because with sion, five more minutes always turns into ten. then twenty. then a morning that stretches out beautifully—slow, warm, and full of love.

RIKU

mornings with riku are always a slow burn. the sun might rise, alarms might blare, but riku? he stays wrapped in blankets, deep in dreams, snoozing one alarm after the next. you’ve lost count how many times he’s tapped his phone without opening his eyes. and even though he gets a little grumpy when you try to wake him, all of that melts away the moment he realizes it’s you.

your voice. your touch. your kisses. that’s all it takes for his sleepy heart to soften, for the whines to begin, and for the clinging to start. because for riku, no morning truly begins without your arms wrapped around him and your lips pressed against his skin.

he’s lucky there’s nothing urgent today—no classes, no calls, no plans—just a soft saturday morning and the two of you tangled in warmth.

you’d been trying to wake your sleepyhead up for nearly ten minutes. five alarms, maybe more, all silenced with a lazy swipe of his hand. and each time, he rolled away, burying himself deeper under the covers like a stubborn cat. at one point, he even turned his back to you entirely, pretending to snore louder.

but you’re persistent. you always are when it comes to riku.

“riku…” you call out gently, fingers trailing up and down his back. you lean in and press a kiss to the curve of his neck, then another to his cheek, letting your lips linger just a little longer than necessary.

you nudge his hair aside with your nose, your breath warm against his skin, voice barely above a whisper as you begin listing all the lovely things you could do together on a slow, beautiful morning like this—even if it is already past eleven.

he stirs a little, shifting with a soft sigh as he finally flops onto his back, one arm flopping across his eyes. he blinks one eye open, clearly prepared to grumble, but as soon as he sees you leaning over him, all that resistance dissolves into a sleepy smile.

“baby~” he murmurs, voice drowsy and sweet, like honey on toast.

“finally!” you laugh softly, flopping beside him. “i thought you’d slipped into a coma.”

without another word, riku reaches for you, arms pulling you against his chest like you’re a lifeline. he buries his face in your shirt, warm breath fanning across your skin, and lets out a sigh that feels like the entire world just fell away.

he doesn’t speak—just holds you. one hand traces slow, lazy shapes across your back, the other anchoring you close. it feels like he’s trying to soak in every inch of you through sheer contact, like if he could melt into you, he would.

“baby,” you murmur with a soft giggle, kissing the top of his head, “we really need to get up.”

“but it’s saturday,” he whines, voice muffled into your chest.

“and it’s eleven already,” you tease, threading your fingers through his soft, sleep-tousled hair. your nails gently scratch his scalp, and the way he shudders lets you know he loves it—which, of course, makes him complain more.

“don’t do that… i’ll fall back asleep.” he whines again, tighter this time, like a child resisting the end of a dream. “we can spend time together asleep too…”

“maeda riku.” you chuckle, gently cradling his face in your hands. he’s pouty, cheeks warm, lips slightly parted, and those big brown eyes blink up at you with all the affection in the world.

“we’re getting up, having breakfast, and spending time awake, together. got it?” you press a quick kiss to the tip of his nose.

he lets out the most dramatic sigh, like you’ve just asked him to move mountains. “but i was so comfy…”

“if you get up right now,” you say, leaning close, “i’ll spend the whole day drowning you in kisses.”

his eyes snap open, fully alert now, curiosity lighting up his face. “the whole day?”

you nod, lips twitching into a grin.

“anywhere?” he asks, already grinning back, that playful sparkle returning to his eyes.

you nod again, slower this time, just to tease him.

that’s all it takes. he throws the covers off with a dramatic flair, rolls to the edge of the bed and stumbles to his feet, hair sticking out in every direction, still half-asleep but clearly determined.

“c’mon baby!” he beams, stretching his arms wide. “let’s do something fun!”

you giggle into your hand, heart swelling with love for this boy who turns from grumpy to giddy with just a promise of kisses. his smile is still drowsy around the edges, but it’s yours. completely and fully yours.

and just like that, the day begins—with messy hair, sleepy laughs, and a whole lot of love.

YUSHI

mornings with yushi are always soaked in quiet adoration. he usually wakes first—not because he has to, but because he loves to. it’s his favorite part of the day, those few precious minutes where the world is still, and you’re right there, peaceful and warm, breathing softly beside him.

he treasures this. the privilege of watching you so gently wrapped in sleep. he memorizes you like this, every morning, like he’s seeing you for the first time. he looks for the tiniest details, the ones he could have missed, the ones only he gets to see—the way your lips part just slightly, the subtle twitch of your fingers, the way your eyebrows furrow when your dreams start to turn. every sleepy habit of yours, he’s fallen for, completely. even the ones you might find silly or embarrassing—to him, they’re the loveliest things.

what could ever compare to the mornings when you wake by his side? when he gets to be the very first person to see you, to hear your soft, raspy “good morning” that almost sounds like a secret, or when you lazily nuzzle into his chest, mumbling for five more minutes before drifting right back into that peaceful slumber. those moments, yushi keeps them tucked in his heart like treasures.

his eyes flutter open, blinking slowly against the morning light that filters through the thin curtains, soft and pale.

he turns his head to the right, squinting at the white glowing numbers on the clock—still too early, thank god. so he shifts, rolling to his left instead, and there you are. his girl, his comfort, his favorite sight to wake up to.

a small, quiet smile curls his lips as he tucks one arm beneath his head, sinking into the pillow as his gaze drifts over you.

his eyes trace the gentle rise and fall of your breathing, the delicate curve of your shoulder peeking out from the blanket, the tiny, involuntary smile tugging at your lips. your eyelashes flutter like you’re dreaming something exciting, and in your sleep, you instinctively scoot closer, seeking his warmth, tucking yourself right into his space like you belong there. like you always have.

and to yushi, you do.

he looks at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world—like nothing else matters. his love for you sits in his chest, steady and deep and undoubted.

his hand moves slowly, carefully, as he brushes away the strands of hair that have fallen across your face, tucking them behind your ear with a tenderness that could only come from loving someone this much.

you stir, slowly waking, your lashes fluttering open to find him already watching you with that same soft, sleepy smile.

“good morning…” your voice is just a whisper, thick with sleep as you drape your arm lazily around his waist.

his arms pull you close in response, wrapping you up like he could keep you there forever. you rest your head against his chest, hearing the steady rhythm of his heart as he presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“good morning, heart.”

you sigh, melting into him. “what do we have today?”

“besides my shift in a few hours?” he murmurs, nudging your head with his chin. “nothing. you, miss sleepy, have the day off, remember?”

you lift your head just a little, eyes still half-closed but sparkling with quiet excitement. your lips pull into a slow, lazy smile that makes yushi’s heart soften even more.

“then you should keep your pretty girlfriend some company, huh? would you dare leave me alone on a morning like this?” you tighten your grip around him dramatically. “it’s freezing without you… or worse… i’ll miss you so much i might just die.”

he laughs, his chest vibrating under your cheek, and it’s the sweetest sound. “you’re so dramatic in the morning.”

he clutches you tighter, gently rocking you until he rolls over, hovering above you, trapping you beneath him. he lowers his head, pressing soft, lingering kisses all over your face—your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, everywhere.

“i’ll try to finish early, hm?” he pecks the tip of your nose. “then we can go on a little date. sound good?” he kisses your cheeks. “or we can just stay in…” a kiss to your chin, your forehead, the corner of your lips, teasing you. “kissing… loving you…”

and then finally, his lips find yours, warm and slow and full of sleepy affection.

your arms loop around his neck, fingers slipping into his hair, caressing the nape of his neck as you pull him impossibly closer. his hands rest on your waist, firm but gentle, his thumbs rubbing slow circles against your skin as you melt into the kiss.

you pull back just enough to whisper, lips brushing his, “i think i like the last one better.”

yushi’s smile is soft, almost shy, before he leans in again, kissing you deeply, like he’s making a promise without saying a word.

he knows he should get up soon, knows he might be late for work if he stays in bed with you any longer, but none of that seems to matter right now.

because this—you, here, in his arms, loving him so sweetly—is always worth the time. always.

JAEHEE

mornings with daeyoung feel like something out of a quiet, tender romance movie—the kind that wraps around your heart and makes you want to live inside it forever. he always wakes up earlier, not because he has to, but because he wants to. he loves starting his day by making you breakfast, just to bring it to you in bed, to watch your sleepy smile bloom when you see him, to steal those quiet moments where the world feels like it’s only the two of you.

you would spend those slow mornings wrapped in each other’s arms, soft conversations melting into sleepy giggles, holding onto every second before life pulls you both away to your own responsibilities.

daeyoung adores waking up with you. he loves the weight of your body pressed against his, the steady rhythm of your breathing, the warmth that seeps into his skin from being so close to you. there’s something sacred about opening his eyes and seeing you there, like you were made to be by his side. he doesn’t know how to live without this anymore. it’s you. it’s always you. he needs you there, every morning, every day.

when daeyoung’s eyes flutter open, the first thing he sees is your back facing him. a slow, fond smile tugs at his lips, and his arm instinctively tightens around your waist, pulling you closer as he leans in to breathe you in—your sweet scent, familiar and comforting.

he could stay like this. god, he wants to. but he knows you—you always seem to wake a few minutes after him, maybe because you miss his warmth when he’s gone. and he knows you love being greeted with breakfast, especially the kind he makes just for you.

so he presses a soft, lingering kiss to your bare shoulder before carefully unwrapping his arm from around you, moving slowly, reluctant to leave your side.

he tiptoes to the bathroom, brushing his teeth, splashing cool water on his face, moving quietly through the house to keep your peaceful sleep undisturbed.

he knows your moods well. some mornings you can eat a whole meal, needing the energy for your busy days. but on softer mornings like this, when your schedule is light and the world is quiet, you’re content with something simple—just a little fruit, a bit of yoghurt, your favourite juice. nothing too heavy. just enough.

so daeyoung prepares exactly that—carefully picking out your favourite fruits, chopping them into perfect little bites, arranging them in a bowl like it’s art just for you. he pours your favorite juice, sets out a small bowl of yoghurt, and prepares the same for himself, though truthfully, he doesn’t care much about what he eats—he’d happily trade his meal for five more minutes wrapped up in you.

when he returns to the room, balancing the breakfast tray in his hands, he’s just about to set it down and gently wake you—but your voice, soft and sweet, cuts through the morning hush.

“good morning, my love.”

you’re sitting up, your hair a tousled mess, your voice still thick with sleep, your smile lazy and beautiful, like sunlight slowly peeking over the horizon.

for daeyoung, this is you at your most beautiful—the real you. no pretenses, no careful details, just soft skin marked by the sheets, puffy eyes still adjusting to the day, messy hair he wants to bury his hands in. you, just you, and that’s all he’ll ever want.

“awesome morning, princess,” he grins, setting the tray in front of you on the bed.

he leans down to kiss you, soft and lingering, like a quiet promise, before gently pointing to everything he’s made for you, explaining each little thing like it’s his love letter to you in the form of breakfast.

as he sips his juice, a small, hesitant question slips from his lips. “do you really need to go home?” there’s a trace of sadness in his voice, so faint, but it’s there.

you smile, sweet and playful, feeding him a piece of the perfectly cut fruit. “hmm, i don’t know…” you tease, your voice laced with affection. “do you have a good reason for me to stay, mr. kim?”

he taps his chin, pretending to think, lips curling into a soft pout.

“you can spend the whole day at your awesome, ridiculously handsome boyfriend’s house while he drowns you in kisses, cuddles, movies, good meals and… did i mention kisses?” he beams, kissing your hand like you’re royalty.

you giggle, heart swelling, leaning in as you whisper, “i think those are all very good reasons.” and you press your lips to his.

he hums into the kiss, pulling you closer, his hand cradling the nape of your neck, deepening it like he’s trying to pour all his love into you in that single moment.

if it were up to him, he would spend every morning like this. every day. forever.

because there’s no place he’d rather be than here, waking up next to you, loving you, over and over again.

[hearteyes4logan]

the way he loves in winter — ls¹⁸ lance stroll x fem!reader requested by no one word count: 737 words! fluff

Image from Pinterest!

synopsis: snowed in a canadian winter wonderland, you and lance spend your offseason together

British Columbia, Canada. Off season.

It was the type of cold that nipped your cheeks, leaving them rosy red and making your face bury deeper into the depths of the scarf around your neck. And yet, you didn't mind it. Not here. Not with him.

The mountains stretched endlessly around you — dusted in white and ethereal in the late afternoon. It was a postcard dream, something you could only ever dream yet it was a reality, one with you were currently living. You and Lance were halfway up a hill behind a chalet he rented out for the off-season. Your snowshoes clung loosely to your feet as you dragged them uphill, stomach sore from laughing.

"We're never beating Alonso." You huffed, watching the Spaniard far up the hill, close to the top. "Despite being old, the man does have energy. And spirit." You joke whilst glancing behind you.

Lance looked up at you, face half hidden beneath a beanie, eyes crinkled. "He's probably been training for this, who knows. He does have a home in Switzerland, he probably visits the Swiss Alps without anyone's knowledge."

You laughed, stumbling forward a bit before Lance caught you. Your bundled bodies collided as he wrapped his arms around your waist, steadying you and grounding you, his chin resting on your shoulder.

"Careful babe." He said, grinning. "Can't have a repeat of face-planting in the snow."

"Again?" You teased. "You forget this happened a year ago.. and you still won't let go?"

"Hey, I'll bring up Lake Louise every time you trip, stumble or fall in the snow."

You narrowed your eyes. "Don't.."

He laughed, nose brushing the crook of your neck as he turned you around, both of your chests rising in sync as the air thinned. He brushed a strand of hair from your face with a snowy finger as he pulled you in for a kiss — gloved hands sliding down to your waist, despite the amount of layers you had on. As you both pulled apart, you both glanced up at Fernando who had just reached the top and flailed his arms about signalling the two of you to hurry up.

"God forbid a boyfriend gets to kiss his girlfriend occasionally." You said, earning a laugh from Lance as he held an arm around your waist, the two of you beginning your journey uphill again.

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That night, the chalet glowed golden against the blue dusk. Inside, the fire roared quietly, and Fernando had disappeared upstairs, muttering something about 'muscle recovery' and a suspicious amount of epsom salts.

You were curled up on the couch, a fuzzy blanket over your legs and Lance beside you in grey sweats and a long-sleeve shirt that hung loose over his frame. His hand rested lazily on your thigh, thumb brushing slow and absent circles into your skin.

"Remember when we first did this?" He asked, voice low. "First ski trip, first winter together."

You nodded, smiling into your cup of spiked cocoa. "You got frostbite."

"You made me stop for selfies mid-blizzard."

"You told me it was romantic snow." You teased.

He leaned over and kissed your temple. "Still is. You make everything feel like that."

Your heart melted, warm and slow, as you looked at him—the firelight soft on his face, shadows dancing across his cheekbones. He looked genuinely relaxed, which was rarely seen during the season. There was no team radio, no grid pressure, just Lance — your Lance.

Later, in the quiet of your shared room, the cold stayed outside whilst the sheets grew warm. His arms wrapped around you from behind, your bodies tangled beneath heavy quilts.

"You ever think how weird it is that we found each other in that world?" You murmured into the silence.

"In the world of motorsport? Yes, sometimes." He said, voice groggy with sleep. "It's weird how you were always a presence in the grid yet I only met you only 2 years ago."

"I know. It honestly feels surreal Lance." You paused as you turned in his arms to face him. "I love you."

His eyes softened, fingers reaching up to brush your baby hairs away from your face.

"I love you too." He whispered.

And he kissed you like it was a promise. Slow. Safe. Home.

Outside, the snow kept falling and inside, you were wrapped in warmth and each whilst Fernando bathed in the other room.

© hearteyes4logan

[icycoldninja]

Hey! I see requests are open.

Can I ask Dante from dmc 4 or 5 x shy! fem! reader that she's into light bondage, like her wrists tied up above her head, or her ankles, and maybe even being blinfolded. 🤭 And I bet Dante teases, complimenting her. And she has voice kink because deep voices makes her swoon, and strength kink because Dante is strong as hell (pun intended).

And that's it. I hope it's not difficult ask. 😅 And take your time and I wish you good day!

And that's it. I hope it

It's not difficult at all! I'm so sorry I took centuries to post this though, hope you enjoy.

Look what you did to me (DMC5!Dante x Fem!Reader)

"Don't you look like a sweet little present?" Dante chuckled from somewhere in front of you, his exact position unknown to you because of the blindfold he'd tied around your eyes. He held your wrists in place above your head and straddled you, snickering goofily to himself as he tied your hands together with some repurposed ribbon from a birthday celebration or something of that sort.

"There we go," He continued, pressing a kiss to your cheek after he was done, his stubble beard tickling you slightly—barely perceptibly. His hands slid down your arms, along your breasts, then along the curves of your waist before settling right above your hips, giving you an unprecedented little tickle, before he leapt off of you so he could slither between your legs and situate himself between your thighs.

"Dante—" You began, only to cut yourself off with a tiny moan when he kissed your clit.

"Shhh," He told you, voice deep and runbly, while lifting your hips up a little so he could have better access to your pussy, which was getting wetter by the second. "Just relax and let me eat you up, ok?"

With that, he lowered himself back down to his meal and began hungrily licking that tingling little bud of yours, bringing one hand down to gently pry your entrance open with two fingers, scissoring your throbbing folds softly, a stark contrast to the ravenous way he was suckling on your clit.

With your hands tied, there wasn't much you could do to escape from this position—not that you wanted to. You were far too busy whimpering and moaning Dante's name while he just kept on devouring you. It wasn't long before you felt the telltale signs of an orgasm approaching rapidly like some kind of storm, and like a sudden peal of thunder, it crashed down on you, making your walls flutter wildly around Dante's fingers, your legs shaking and the room filled with the sounds of your cries.

You could make out Dante's low chuckles as he detached himself from you, lingering in the space between your thighs for just a moment, probably admiring your trembling, panting form, before getting up and off the bed, the sounds of clothing being tossed aside warning you of what he was about to do. In no time at all, he'd returned to the bed and wrenched your legs apart, his sudden display of strength making you gasp. You felt him rub the tip of his dick into you, making you think for a moment that he would be gentle. He quickly forced this thought out of your head with a firm thrust that had your body tensing up in response.

"Dante!" You moaned, making Dante snicker again, his hands sliding down to your thighs and lifting them up, essentially folding you in half so he could plow into you easier.

"Mmm, that's it," He was sighing, leaning forwards so you could hear him better, the low timbre of his voice combined with his forceful thrusts making you shudder. "You're so tight, so wet." He all but growled, removing one hand from your thigh to grope your breasts. "I'll bet this is the closest to heaven I'll ever get."

"Oh Dante," You whimpered, wanted to reply, but unable to form a coherent thought thanks to the rough way he was handling you. "You're gonna-gonna make me cum!"

"That's what I want," He urged, leaning down to give you a big, wet kiss on the lips. "Come on, just let it go, cum all over my deck for me. Come on, that's it—!"

You could feel your release building, the fact that his cock was twitching and pulsing inside you signaled that his was drawing near as well. You tried to hold out so you could cum at the same time, but it was just too intense for you to bear. With a surprisingly infernal screech, you toppled over the edge of ecstasy, your pussy clamping down violently around Dante's cock, the feeling of which bringing him to empty the full contents of his throbbing balls deep into you.

"Fuck!" Dante shouted, hilting himself into you and remaining there, panting like the exhausted beast he was. After regaining his breath, he reached up with sweaty, trembling fingers and pulled the blindfold off of you, so you could see the destruction your body had wrought. There was a deep blush on his cheeks, his hair disheveled and sweat all over his collarbone.

"Look what you did to me," He mumbled, closing in to steal another kiss from you.

"Look what you did to me!" You laughed breathlessly, shakily attempting to untangle yourself from the pretzel you had become.

"Look what we do to each other," Dante remarked, pulling out of you and admiring the mess of fluids that gushed out of your thoroughly abused cunt. He kissed you again, tenderly, lovingly, without a hint of lust this time. "You want a round two or are you too tired?"

"Too tired," You sighed, weakly rolling over on one side while Dante helped you get under the covers before returning to his side of the bed and curling himself around you until you both resembled very tired and well-cooked shrimp.

"Poor baby," He muttered into your hair, chuckling at the exhausted little "mmph" you gave in response. "Get some sleep now. You deserve it."

The soft snore you gave in response was all the conformation he needed to hear.

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Lucifer smiled as he took the phone: You don't have unlimited?

He was teasing but also curious.

Adam rolled his eyes with a smile: We're not all King's.

Maybe if Lucifer could have his way that will change. Adam walked out to go start dinner and Charlie answered.

Charlie: Hello? Who's this?

Lucifer: Hi sweetie.

Charlie: D-dad!? Oh my..... What number are you calling from I don't recognize it.

Lucifer: It's Adam's cell phone, look he doesn't have unlimited minutes so I gotta tell you a few things rather quickly. It's about your mother.

Charlie: Really!? Is she okay? Is she coming home? Is she-?

Lucifer: Charlie........ She's okay. More than okay. She's been up here in Heaven the whole time.

The line was silent for a while and Lucifer thought maybe he lost her but checking she was still there.

Lucifer: Duckling?

Charlie: She was in Heaven? Like.... As a prisoner like you?

Lucifer bit his lip: No..... She Uhh... She chose to be here.

This isn't a conversation he wanted to have over the phone, he should be there looking her in the eye and ready to comfort her when she started to cry.

Charlie: W-Why?

Lucifer: She just...... She wanted a different life. She still loves you sweetie and she wants you to have her pearls. I'll see if I can get Adam to mail them to you. Or even just open a portal and leave them on your desk.

Charlie: So she's never coming back?

Lucifer: I'm afraid not honey.

He was also going to leave out the affair part.

Lucifer: But there might be some good ish news. Sera didn't bring me here with the intention of ending Extermination, it was just a part of a bigger plan....... I can't promise I'll make it home but know that I'll find a way to stop it.

Charlie: What plan? How does that sound like good news?

Lucifer: I said ish. I.... Can't tell you. You'll only worry more just.... Know I'm okay. I miss you, I love you.

Charlie sniffled: I-I-I love and miss you too dad.

Lucifer: Promise me something Charlie.

Charlie: What?

Lucifer: ..... If I never come home, don't forget how much I love you. You're stronger than you think and I know you probably feel overwhelmed but you're going to be a great ruler especially if you have Maggie to help you. And if I don't come home....... Don't look for me

Not because he doesn't want her to bring him home, but his daughter doesn't deserve to see his mutilated corpse after Sera is done with him.

Charlie: Dad-

Lucifer: P-please Charlie...... Promise me.

With a shaky breath she promised him. They said another round of I love you's before saying goodbye.

Lucifer sighed and plugged in Adam's phone, he could smell dinner. It actually smelled really good.

He went out and Adam was cooking.

Adam: So.... How was it?

Lucifer: Good...... I told her about Lilith.... She didn't take it well.

Hell's Missing the Devil

@beef-brisket

Lucifer wasn't sure if he had heard Sera correctly but the serious tone and look on her face told him that yes she was in fact serious.

Lucifer: I'm sorry.... What?

Sera sighed, she sounded annoyed: We will put an end to the Exterminations and in exchange you will be up in Heaven as a prisoner.

That..... Didn't sound ideal.

But neither were the Exterminations.

He didn't understand, wasn't the whole point of him falling so that he would never see Heaven again? Didn't that defeat the purpose?

Unless...... There was more to it.

Sera: Think about it. Come back here tomorrow when you've made your choice. Make the right choice for once.

He scowled when she left. What a bitch.

Lucifer did think about it and that's when it dawned on him.

With Lilith gone and now Lucifer, Charlie would have to step up and rule Hell. Which meant that she wouldn't have time to run her hotel.

It was underhanded and sneaky..... It was so Heaven.

But by doing this....... He would be saving his daughter too. He didn't trust them not to go after her one day.

Charlie: Dad you can't.

Lucifer: Sweetie, I..... I know this isn't ideal but it's for a greater good.

Charlie teared up: What am I supposed to do without you!?

It was different when he was just holed up in the manor, at least she knew he was safe at home.

But in Heaven? Lucifer was considered a traitor. Who knows what they would do to him.

Lucifer hugged his baby girl tight: Y-you'll be okay...... I love you.

Charlie: ...... I love you too.

She didn't want to let him go. There had to be a way to bring him home.

The next day, Lucifer went to the embassy where Sera was waiting.

Sera: So?

Lucifer sighed, this felt like a mistake but he didn't know what else to do to keep Charlie and their people safe.

Lucifer: Alright.......

Sera: Good.

She snapped her fingers and a pair of silver bracelets appeared on his wrists and Lucifer suddenly felt very drained. They must be blocking his powers.

With another snap, handcuffs with a chain appeared as well, Lucifer walked with his head down through the portal with Sera.

He would have laughed when he heard Peter freaking out. But any amusement left him when Sera said who he would be staying with.

Sera: You'll be under Adam's watch.

It felt ironic in a way.

Lucifer felt like he had been handed a death sentence as Sera handed his chain over to the first man.

[royharperwifey]

₊‧.°.⋆Nanami Kento⋆.°.‧₊

Summary: Nanami comes home. To his wife after a hard mission.

[husband!nanami] [mlw] [dad!nanami] [mother!reader] [bottom nanami????] [Fluff] [ever so slightly suggestive at the end] [married]

Kento got home tired. The fatigue radiated off of him. His body was battered, but nothing too major. He called your name from the doorway of your shared apartment as he slipped off his shoes. He became quite clingy when he was this tired. Sometimes he just wanted to be left alone and sometimes he couldn't bear it.

"Hello, darling, how was the mission?" You ask, brushing some of his blonde hair from his forehead and pressing a kiss to it.

"Successful." He said softly. Your daughter ran up to him, hugging his leg. This in itself made his heart soften and some fatigue leave him. She had your brown hair and the blonde from his side that acted as natural highlights. He had his brown eyes, but he was never reminded of the many pairs of brown eyes hes watched die. He was reminded of the beautiful, smart little girl that you carried and birthed.

"Daddy! Daddy! I missed you!" She exclaims as she squeals with delight.

"I missed you, too, sweetie." Kento reaches down and picks the squirming 4 year old up under the arms and presses kisses to her cheeks, causing a jolly, beautiful giggle filled the space of the entryway, causing his heart to swell and fill with love for you and his daughter.

"Come on, pumpkin, it's bath time." You say, causing your daughter, to pout out her bottom lip.

"But mommyyyy." she whines.

"No, no. Bath time." You say and you shoot a look to Kento, asking him to help.

Kento sniffs the little girl theatrically before pulling a grimace. "You smell. Go listen to mommy. It's bath time."

The 4-year-old squirms out of her father's hold and toddles to the bathroom where the bath has already been drawn. This left a moment alone between you and Kento. He snaked his arm around your waist and tugs you towards him.

"You look beautiful." He murmurs as he looks down at you with a tired expression in his soft and loving brown eyes. Your gentle hands place themselves onto his chest.

"I spent all day cleaning and cooking and taking care of our beautiful baby girl." You smile. "I probably have mayonnaise and bleach on my shirts and socks and I probably have kiddies' lipstick kiss marks on my cheeks." You add, which wasn't wrong.

"I know. And you are still as beautiful as the day I married you." He smiles and kissed your cheek gently, right on top of the kiss mark.

"If I looked this tired and covered in dirt and grime and my hair looked this mussy on our wedding day, I would be worried." You laugh. You laugh does something to him. It's his favourite thing in the word. It was the first thing that was able to ground him when he would have an internal war of anxiety an he was about a minute away from bursting into flames. Or throwing a chair at someone.

"Motherhood looks just as — if not more — beautiful, as the wedding dress and makeup you wore walking down that aisle."

"When did you become so romantic?" You ask, your fingertips grazing the slight 5 o'clock shadow that will be gone by morning.

"I'd ask when you became so beautiful, but you've always been breathtaking."

"Are you buttering me up so that I can cook you your favourite meal and clean you up? Because i can do that anyway." You said. He shakes his head.

"Simply telling my wife how much i love and appreciate her." He says. You press your lips to his and he melts. Kento's arms turn lax around your waist, his shoulders slump, his posture relaxes and the crease between his eyebrows goes away.

You gently pull him to the couch once the kiss is over. you get out a first aid kit and you take his shirt off.

"Barely home five minutes and you're already undressing me. I feel objectified by my own wife." Kento teases.

"I'll be right back. I just need to dry and dress our little princess." You say as you stand up.

"I knew it! All i am is a piece of meat for you to ogle. I am wounded. I knew you only married me for my body," he gasps dramatically, "And you even baby trapped me, you monster." He calls through the apartment, causing your laugh to echo through the halls. You finish dressing your daughter.

"Daddy's so silly." She grins delightfully. As she giggles, which is just as delightful.

"Yes, Daddy is very silly, isn't he?" You reply before giving her a pat on the rear. "Come on, time for sleep." You say. She lets' out a little protest, but not much, as sleep takes over her mind.

"Good night, mommy." The little girl smiles sleepily.

"Good night, pumpkin." You smile and flip off her light as you walk back to the living room to tend to your whiney and dramatic husband.

"Darling, you have returned." he smiles.

"Yes. Now let me clean you up." You say as you take the antiseptic and dab it on a rag before dabbing it on his cuts. Your one hand rests on his thigh.

"I see what you're doing." his eyes are fixed on the hand on his thigh. You are pressing your hand there to support your weight.

"You are trying to impregnate me. But sorry for you, woman, I cannot get pregnant." You are almost 100% sure this man is high on pain pills right now.

"But I can." You say.

"That can be arranged."

[visualtaehyun]

TNP EP.8 language annotations & novel extras ✨

So last week I only wrote about the NC scene since it was the only thing where something major in terms of language happened (plus, I compared it to the novel scene here). This week I'm back to writing about the full episode though!

As always, I'm lazy and making my previous annotations (EP.1, EP.2, EP.3, EP.4, EP.5, EP.6) required reading for explanations of pronouns and expressions so that I can just skip over them here 🙂‍↕️ Pronouns presented in a format such as เรา/เธอ /rao, ter/ are meant to be understood as "I/you". Also, I'll just be going through the episode chronologically! Let's goooo~

Disclaimer: not a native Thai speaker, still learning 🙏

พี่รัณ ทำไม ยังไม่ชินหรอ /phi Ran. ...tham mai? yang mai chin raaw/ = P'Ran. ...What? Not used to it yet?

นินอยากให้ตามใจอะ พี่รัณจะไม่ตามใจนินจริงหรอ /Nin yaak hai dtaam-jai a. phi Ran ja mai dtaam jai Nin jing raaw/ = I want [you] to indulge [me]. You're really not going to indulge me?

Nin & Calvin: เรา/[title+name] /rao, #/ in both directions -> in front of the King, Calvin uses กระหม่อม /gra-maawm/ with Nin?? -> when they're "off-duty" in Meenanagarin later, they mostly omit pronouns but we hear Nin call him just Calvin, no title, and Calvin still using เรา /rao/

Nin and Calvin are so sweet btw, indirectly communicating about Nin's relationship with Ran :)

It's the moment from the trailer~

1) กระหม่อมคิดว่าคงไม่มีอะไร /gra-maawm khit waa khohng mai mee a-rai/ = I think it is probably nothing [to worry about]. 2+3) แต่หลังจากนี้กระหม่อม��ยากให้เราสองคนระวังตัวในการใกล้ชิดกันมากขึ้นพ่ะย่ะค่ะ /dtaae lang jaak nee, gra-maawm yaak hai rao saawng khohn ra-wang dtuaa nai gaan glaai-chit gan maak kheun pha-ya-kha/ = But from now on, I want the two of us to be more careful about being close to each other. 4) ฝ่าบาท 😐 /faa-baat/ = Your Royal Highness.

หากนินไม่ใส่ใจ พี่ว่าการแข่งขันอาจจะเกิดความผิดพลาดขึ้นก็ได้ /haak Nin mai sai jai, phi waa gaan khaaeng khan aat ja geert khwaam-phit-plaat kheun gaaw dai/ = If you don't pay attention, I think that mistakes might very well happen during the competition.

1) ถ้านินตอบผิดอีก นินจุ๊บพี่รัณดีไหม /thaa Nin dtaawp phit eek, Nin joop phi Ran dee mai/ = If I give another wrong answer, how about I give you a kiss? 2) นินมีแต่เสียกับเสียนะ พี่รัณไม่ได้เป็นคนจุ๊บนินแต่นินเป็นคนจุ๊บพี่รัณ /Nin mee dtaae siia gap siia na. phi Ran mai dai bpen khohn joop Nin, dtaae Nin bpen khohn joop phi Ran/ = It's a lose-lose situation for me. You won't be the one kissing me but I'll be the one kissing you.

-> This reminds me of several instances over the last few months of ZNN being asked about clips of them (sniff) kissing which turned from New joking with the reporters about being the one at loss (เสียเปรียบ /siia bpriiap/ = losing the upper hand/advantage, disadvantaged, at a loss) if Hia steals kisses to now whining about being the only one to be captured (sniff) kissing even though it's actually mostly P'Zee who starts (people just aren't fast enough at getting their phones out lol) and how those clips totally make New look bad 🤣

นินแพ้พี่รัณอีกแล้วอะ /Nin phaae phi Ran eek laaeo a/ = I lost to you again.

Nin has one seduction strategy and it's I'm so bored, can you do me instead can we do something else instead?

Oh and I'm happy to report that they fixed that shot of a crew member's head being in frame around the time Nin gets on the horse. Hoooo boy did that bother me when I first watched it 🥴 Anyone else catch it before they resubmitted the episode?

I'm happy they kept this bit from the novels, where Ran gets Nin to introduce himself to the horse, all serious and sincere5555

Nin: แกล้งอ่อ พี่แกล้งนินอ่อ 😾 แกล้งอ่อ /glaaeng aaw? phi glaaeng Nin aaw? glaaeng aaw/ = Teasing? You're teasing me? *kitty-smacks him* Teasing?? Ran: ไม่แกล้งแล้วครับ /mai glaaeng laaeo khrap/ = No more teasing~

1) Ran: ถ้ากลัวบอกพี่ /thaa gluaa, baawk phi/ = If [you're] scared, tell me. Nin: พี่รัณอยู่ด้วย นินไม่กลัวหรอก /phi Ran yuu duay, Nin mai gluaa raawk/ = Having you with [me], I won't be scared. 2) พี่รัณ พอได้ยัง นินกลัวตก /phi Ran... phaaw dai yang? Nin gluaa dtohk/ = P'Ran... [Isn't this] enough [horse riding] already? I'm afraid of falling. 3) อยากให้กอดก็บอกตรง ๆ สิครับ /yaak hai gaawt gaaw baawk dtrohng dtrohng si khrap/ = [If you] want(ed) [me] to hold [you] then just say so openly. 4) รู้ก็กอดสิ /ruu gaaw gaawt si/ = [If you] know then hold [me].

-> This was three years ago but I can't help but remember this adorable moment on a live where P'Zee talked about a (then-)recent beach trip where they'd shared a bed and New apparently kept on moving closer to him to the point P'Zee kept giving him space and almost falling off the bed. Did New want to cuddle actually? (cue shy cat noises) Why not just tell Hia if he wanted to cuddle? Well, if he'd told Hia, would Hia have let him?? If he'd told Hia, then yes! (cue shy cat and dog noises)

1) อยู่กันแบบนี้ก็ดีนะ /yuu gan baaep nee gaaw dee na/ = Being together like this is nice. 2) งั้นอยู่แบบนี้ไปนาน ๆ เลยนะ /ngan yuu baaep nee bpai naan naan loei na/ = Then let's stay like this for a long time. 3) หนักแค่ไหนนินก็โอเค เพราะนินมีพี่รัณอยู่ด้วย /nak khaae nai, Nin gaaw okay. phraw Nin mee phi Ran yuu duay/ = No matter how tough [it gets], I'll be okay. Because I've got you with [me]. 4) ก็อยู่ด้วยกันตลอดอยู่แล้วนี่ /gaaw yuu duay gan dta-laawt yuu laaeo nee/ = Well, [we] have been together this entire time.

1) พี่รัณไม่ต้องกลัวนะ นินอยู่นี้ /phi Ran mai dtaawng gluaa na. Nin yuu nee/ = You don't have to be afraid. I'm here. 2) [...] เหมือนตอนที่นินไม่เหลืออะไร นินก็มีพี่เข้ามาเติมเต็ม /meuuan dtaawn thee Nin mai leuua a-rai, Nin gaaw mee phi khao maa dteerm dtem/ = [...] just like when I had nothing left, I [still] had you coming in[to my life] to complete [me]. 3) พี่รัณไม่ต้องกลัว ไม่กังวลอะไรแล้วนะ /phi Ran mai dtaawng gluaa, mai dtaawng gang-wohn a-rai laaeo na/ = You don't have to be scared or anxious about anything anymore. 4) เพราะว่านินจะอยู่ข้าง ๆ พี่ /phraw waa Nin ja yuu khaang khaang phi/ = Because I'll be right beside you.

เสด็จพ่อจะไม่รู้เรื่องนี้ /sa-deht por ja mai ruu reuuang nee/ = Father will not know about this.

I've now replayed Paytai's moan and subsequent unsubbed line an unholy amount of times so I'm gonna make an educated guess as to what he might be whispering:

เสียวครับ /siaao khrap/

เสียว /siaao/ = thrilling, tingly, giving chills or goosebumps, a sharp sensation or spasms -> used in context of thrill rides, fear/horror, pain, and sex/arousal

For some more context, if you read my post about EP.7's RanNin NC scene, I included a short excerpt from the novel there. Just before that Ran keeps trying to get an incoherent Nin to voice how he's feeling to which Nin--

"'เสียว อึก... อ๊า... เสียว' คณินทร์สมองเบลอ [...]" /'siaao. euk... ah... siaao' Khanin sa-maawng blur/ from the official English translation: "'Feels... ugh... ah... It feels good,' Khanin's mind blurred [...]"

And Paytai's second unsubbed utterance also kinda sounds like เสียวอะ /siaao a/, I guess??

Moving on to Meenanagarin~ Wasin starts out as formal as ever, as he's welcoming both Calvin and Nin, and then switches to his familiar ลุง/หลาน /loong, laan/ again as he's talking to Nin who himself is still as formal as before, though we finally hear Nin call him 'uncle' -> กระหม่อม/เสด็จลุง /gra-maawm, sa-deht loong/ + พ่ะย่ะค่ะ /pha-ya-kha/

I honestly teared up a little when Wasin compared Nin to the child he lost:

ถ้าลูกของลุงยังอยู่ คงจะมีอายุเท่า ๆ กับหลานนี่ /thaa luuk khaawng loong yang yuu, khohng ja mee aa-yoo thao thao gap laan nee/ = If my child were still alive, they would probably be the same age as you.

-> There's nothing to indicate gender here, the subber just knows more than us probably :D

1) ถ้าท่านชายต้องการอะไร เรียกกระหม่อมได้ตลอดเวลาพ่ะย่ะค่ะ /thaa than-chaai dtaawng gaan a-rai, riiak gra-maawm dai dta-laawt weh-laa pha-ya-kha/ = Should you need anything, please call for me at any time. 2) พี่รัณ นอนกับนินสิ /phi Ran, naawn gap Nin si/ = P'Ran, sleep with me. 3) พี่ก็อยากอยู่กับนิน [...] /phi gaaw yaak yuu gap Nin/ = I want to stay/be with you as well.

ไม่ดื้อนะครับ /mai deuu na khrap/ = Be good, please./No being stubborn, okay? พักผ่อนนะครับ /phak phaawn na khrap/ = Get some rest, please.

Nin: สวยเนาะ /suay naw/ = Pretty, no? Ran, clearly looking at Nin: สวยครับ /suay khrap/ = Pretty.

Nin: คนที่โคตรจะดุ โคตรจะเนี้ยบ /khohn thee khoht ja doo, khoht ja niiap/ = Someone who's this damn strict, this damn neat - แต่เวลาตามใจนิน น่ารักที่สุดเลย /dtaae weh-laa dtaam- jai Nin, naa-rak thee soot loei/ = - yet when [you're] indulging me, [you're] the absolute cutest! Ran: แต่พี่ก็ตามใจนินไม่ได้ทุกอย่างหรอก /dtaae phi gaaw dtaam-jai Nin mai dai thook yaang raawk/ = I can't indulge you in everything though.

ทำตามหน้าที่ ดุก็เพราะหน้าที่ /tham dtaam naa-thee, doo gaaw phraw naa-thee/ = Following [your] duty, being strict because of duty, too! แต่ที่ชอบกันอะ ไม่ใช่เพราะหน้าที่ใช่ป่ะ /dtaae thee chaawp gan a, mai chai phraw naa-thee, chai bpa/ = But [us] liking each other, that's not out of (a sense of) duty, right?

When Nin goes to speak with the guy who first brings up Assavadevathin's mines, there's a few things going on. For one, this isn't Prince Khanin speaking, it's just Nin, so he politely adds a ครับ /khrap/ when addressing this stranger. All of these people are justifiably angry though and they show it through their language use, too. No ราชาศัพท์ /raa-chaa-sap/, barely even a polite word. Guy 1 starts out rude enough already, referring to himself as กู /guu/, guy 3 (?) curses but uses polite pronouns:

คุณแม่ง โคตรเห็นแก่ตัว /khun maaeng! khoht hen gaae dtuaa/ = You fucking-! [You're] so damn selfish!

People are getting loud and rude now, guy 2 (??) uses กู/มึง /guu, meung/, then guy 1 goes in for the killing blow:

ถ้าไม่มีพวกมึงอะ พ่อแม่คงไม่ตายเว้ย /thaa mai mee phuak meung, por mae khohng mai dtaai woei/ = If it weren't for you guys, my parents wouldn't have died!

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[always-amity]

Quick traced ref study of my favourite Big Mean Queen in all her beautiful iterations.

[owe-143]

Can I request dating hcs with baby Saja?

★Dating Baby Saja★

A/N: "Gugu Gaga" WRITE THAT DOWN❗❗🗣️🗣️ THIS BOY SPITTIN. Tyyy for the request!!

Warnings: nonee

Fluff☁💫

Baby Saja X Reader!!

☆I just know this dude is playful. And like in a "I'll prank you if you don't watch out" way

☆Absolute menace

☆He'll hide your stuff (phone, keys etc) and when you ask he's all like "I dunno, check under the sofa" with the most devilish grin on his face when you can't find shii

☆Besides being a prankster, he's really sweet to you especially. The type to cling on to your side when cuddling

☆Sends you pictures of animals like "That's literally us"

☆He loves when you kiss his cheeks even though he'd never say it out loud

☆Nicknames he'd call you: Gummy bear, sweetie, cutie

☆Don't let that adorable face trick you

☆This man is flirty. But not in your face flirty. He does subtle things. Like staring into your soul until you acknowledge him or simply just smiling knowingly. Teasing you in a way that only catches later

☆He's literally always touching you. Like in a childish way. Poking you playfully. Pulling your cheeks. He thinks you're the cutest person ever

☆LOVES sharing rap verses with you and getting your opinion

☆He's over the moon when you compliment his abilities. He was usually all confident to impress you

☆He likes going out for food. I hc him as a huge foodie y'all. Always eating something 💔 He shares his food with you though. Probably the only person he does that with

☆Or simply buys you food randomly 😭

☆Takes any nickname you give him with pride. Even if it's the dumbest thing on the planet

☆Overall, rlly cheeky but a sweetheart

☆Even when you're dead serious about something, he'll respond with a sarcastic remark or joke

"Baby, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 are my damn keys! "

"Probably half way across the Pacific Ocean"

"I hate you"

☆You never really know if he's playing with you or not. Most of the time he sounds dead serious with the stuff that comes out of his mouth

☆He follows you around like a lost puppy

☆listening to you talk about whatever is bothering you (ready to destroy whatever or whoever that is)

☆Ten outta Ten boyfriend. Goofy asf tho<3

[drewswife]

summary — spencer left his lunch at home and u bring it to the bau and meet the team (not really..)

pairings — s2!spencer x gf!reader

warnings — fluff, teasing from morgan and gracia,

You sigh, looking at the neatly packed lunch sitting on the kitchen counter. Spencer, bless his brilliant but sometimes absentminded heart, had done it again. He’d rushed out the door for a BAU case, leaving his carefully prepared meal behind.

"Looks like someone's going to be very hungry later," you mumble to yourself, grabbing the lunch bag. You know how focused he gets when he’s on a case, and a growling stomach is the last thing he needs.

A quick drive later, you're navigating the familiar halls of the FBI headquarters. You push open the door to the BAU bullpen, and sure enough, the team is huddled around a whiteboard, a flurry of papers and profiles spread out.

"Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in," Morgan's voice booms, a smirk already forming on his face as he spots you. "Bringing Dr. Reid his daily sustenance, I see."

Gracia, ever the tech wizard, spins in her chair, a playful glint in her eyes. "Oh, is it lunch delivery time for our boy wonder? Did he forget his blankie too?"

You roll your eyes, but a smile plays on your lips. "He forgot his lunch, you two goons. And he's going to be starving if he doesn't eat." You walk over to Spencer, who is deeply engrossed in a file, his brow furrowed in concentration.

"Spencer," you say softly, placing the lunch bag on his desk.

He jumps slightly, looking up with wide, slightly unfocused eyes. "Oh! hi! What are you doing here?" Then his gaze falls on the bag. His face lights up, a genuinely delighted smile spreading across it. "My lunch! Oh, thank you, I completely forgot it. I was so wrapped up in…" He trails off, gesturing vaguely at the case files.

"I figured," you say, reaching over to gently brush a strand of hair from his forehead. "Eat something, okay? You're going to burn yourself out."

He nods, already reaching for the bag. Morgan whistles from across the room. "Look at that, Reid. Getting special treatment. Some of us have to buy our own food."

"Don't worry, Morgan," Gracia pipes in, "I'm sure if you were as cute and helpless as Reid, someone would bring you lunch too."

Spencer flushes a little, but he's already unwrapping his sandwich, a contented hum escaping him. You just shake your head, a warmth spreading through you. Fluff, indeed. But you wouldn't have it any other way. Watching him eat, you know this small act of bringing him his lunch means more to him than any grand gesture. And that's all you need.

You watch Spencer take a bite of his sandwich, a small, pleased sigh escaping him. Morgan and Gracia's teasing continues good-naturedly in the background.

"I should probably get going," you say, starting to turn.

Spencer looks up looking like a kicked puppy, a bit of food still in his cheek. "Already? Thanks again for this, angel. You really saved me."

You smile. "Anytime, Spencer. Just try to remember your head next time." You lean in, quick and light, and press a soft kiss to his cheek.

He freezes for a split second, a faint blush rising on his pale skin. Morgan and Gracia, surprisingly, fall silent. Then Spencer grins, a genuine, unburdened smile that reaches his eyes. "I'll try," he promises.

You give a small wave to the team and head out, leaving Spencer to his lunch knowing that morgan and Garcia is going to tease the mess out of him poor boy.

🏷,: @sleepysongbirdsings @spencerreid66 @khxna @raysmayhem-72 @multiversefanfics @starrii-sturns

[yoonlyhan]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ in which first year!gojo satoru grew his hair longer because of you

you were the trio's friend they made during their mission. you don't have any power or anything like them but ever since that mission where they saved you, it was as if you suddenly adopted children.

though life had been fun since you befriended them.

shoko, who either saves you from getting bullied from the other two or the one who you team up with when the other two bullies her.

suguru, who was surely sweet enough to you that you almost miss the way he smirks when he turns away. he's most definitely plotting something to tease you later.

and satoru who... you always caught staring at you. with his wide blue sparkling eyes.

when you would narrow your eyes at him, satoru would just look away while whistling.

you might've think of something else by the way he looks at you but considering he has a history full of jokes and pranks pulled on you... you'd shrug off the thought that satoru might like you.

“my apartment is not a hang out place for the three of you. do you have not practice or missions to do?” you asked while washing the dishes and the other three sat in the dining table.

shoko snickered. “asked these two idiots. i don't need to practice all the time.”

“we escaped but i don't think they'd notice.” suguru responded.

you heard a chair being pushed back. “t'was boring there all the time. studying, getting yelled at, exhausting your self.” satoru repeatedly tsked. “i'm barely surviving.”

“isn't that what students are supposed to do? studying?” you questioned.

you were a student too after all. and you could relate on how barely you were surving school lately.

“all while fighting monsters. so scary, you know?” when you looked back at them, you saw suguru shaking his head with a small smile on his face. “it's fine though.”

satoru nodded. “i agree wholeheartedly.”

you turn back to finally wash the soap off the plates and then you heard shoko's sigh.

“i'm betting that you two won't even last a day at an ordinary school.” shoko pointed as you nod in agreement.

“see, even y/n agrees.” she huffed in satisfaction.

“i mean, it's fun too and i genuinely think what you three are doing is very dangerous for a student but... the amount of time you'll be pouring just for school is just unbearable. the school's strict too, you know.”

you turned off the faucet then you grabbed a clean nearby towel to dry your hands.

“your hair will be asked to keep it short. not that long. even if you tied it up, the teachers will look at you as if you're part of a gang.” you told to suguru then turns to satoru, who was already looking at you. “and no sunglasses.” then to shoko. “and no smoking.”

shoko waves you off with a smirk. “nah, who said i'll smoke at school? i'll survive. satoru won't. and suguru would if...” she leans forward to suguru. “he would cut his hair.”

satoru lets out a snicker as he glances at suguru. “what would i do if i don't recognize him immediately? that'd be troublesome.” he teasingly shake his head while holding his hand in the air, head-level.

suguru elbowed him in response.

“i wouldn't recognize you either if you grow out your hair. you'd probably copy my look.” suguru smiles but a hint of annoyance in his voice can be heard.

“yeah, bet he'd look like an old man.” shoko joins to tease.

satoru eyes widened at them and dramtically placed a hand on his chest. “i will not!”

you blinked then think for a while, trying to vision satoru with longer hair. “i think he'd look cool.” you voice out.

satoru immediately looks at you, really looks at you, then exhale sharply with a spreading grin.

“right! guys, learn how to be kind from y/n. i'd definitely look more awesome with long hair! you two just don't see the vision of—”

satoru didn't shut his mouth for a long time. and he was also giving you puppy eyes with a large grin on his face for the whole week.

but after a few months, you noticed that satoru was actually growing out his hair.

satoru prolly actually grew his hair bcs he finds suguru's long hair cool so he copied him (pls first year!satoru was such a cutie pie) also might be ooc but i just want to write for the cutie pie (⁠＾⁠∇⁠＾⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♪

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© written by @yoonlyhan. don't plagiarise my content. u will be blocked :x

credits to @strangergraphics for the wonderful divider ♡

[mcrdvcks]

truly

summary: After seeing Scott and Jean's newborn, Logan gets baby fever. word count: 6.6k+ pairing: Logan Howlett x fem!reader notes: here was the request that inspired this! i will say, anon who requested this, it got a little out of hand, lol. so enjoy 2 smut scenes. this is set in the same world as Deck The Halls and i just need this love spiral but you don't have to read those to understand this! (title is a song by cigarettes after sex) warnings/tags: reader and logan have a bio kid, laura, fluff, talks of having a baby, smut, oral (f!receiving), unprotected piv, creampie, breeding kink, fingering, cum play (?)

The four of you were visiting the X-Mansion to see the new addition to the family, Rachel Summers.

Laura and Sierra had already dashed off to the backyard with some of the other kids, leaving you and Logan alone with Jean and Scott.

"Here," Jean said, carefully transferring Rachel into your arms. "She's fed, changed, and hopefully about to nap."

You grinned, gently settling Rachel against your shoulder. "I've got her. Go take a break."

Jean let out a relieved sigh. "You’re amazing, Y/N. I haven’t had an hour to myself in days."

Scott chuckled softly. "More like weeks."

Jean lightly elbowed him. "Be quiet."

"Go," you insisted softly, waving her away. "We’ve got this."

Jean nodded gratefully, already backing out of the room. "Thank you."

Scott followed behind her, offering Logan a quick grin. "Don’t let the girls destroy the place, please."

"No promises," Logan said dryly.

As they left, you gently rocked Rachel, smiling down at her. "Hey, pretty girl. You gonna sleep for your Auntie Y/N?"

Logan watched from a few feet away, hands tucked casually in his pockets, his eyes fixed on you and Rachel. "Looks good on you."

You glanced up, raising a brow. "What?"

He tilted his head toward Rachel. "That. Babies. Always did."

You laughed softly, moving slowly back and forth. "Yeah, well, I’m just glad ours are finally sleeping through the night."

He snorted. "Mostly."

"Mostly," you agreed.

He stepped closer, leaning against the table next to you. Rachel’s tiny fingers curled sleepily against your shoulder, eyes blinking drowsily before finally shutting. Logan’s eyes softened just slightly.

"I forgot how small they are at this stage," he murmured quietly.

"Yeah," you sighed, gently smoothing Rachel's hair. "Time goes by fast."

Logan watched the baby settle peacefully in your arms, his eyes thoughtful. "Laura and Sierra used to do that too."

"What, sleep?"

He smiled faintly. "Be quiet for longer than five minutes."

You grinned, keeping your voice low. "They're not that bad."

"Not that bad," he repeated dryly. "Laura's probably climbing a tree right now, and Sierra’s probably giving her ideas."

"True," you conceded with a chuckle.

Logan’s gaze drifted again to Rachel’s peaceful little face, the faint rise and fall of her chest. A tiny pang of something tugged deep in his chest, something he wouldn’t dare admit out loud.

"You want to hold her?" you offered gently, sensing his quiet contemplation.

He hesitated a moment, then shook his head. "Nah. Looks like she's comfy with you."

You smiled softly, carefully swaying back and forth. "Suit yourself."

Logan shifted, still watching. A beat passed before he cleared his throat. "Scott and Jean seem good."

"They are," you said. "Exhausted, but good."

"Yeah," he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck thoughtfully. "A newborn’ll do that."

You gave him a curious look. "You okay?"

"Yeah." Logan straightened slightly, clearing his throat again. "Just... thinking."

Your lips curved into a knowing smile. "Thinking about what?"

He shrugged lightly, voice careful. "Nothin'. Just... been a while since we had one this little."

You chuckled softly, shifting Rachel gently. "Someone’s getting nostalgic."

He snorted quietly. "Maybe a little."

"Well, you can always babysit Rachel," you teased softly. "Jean would probably be thrilled."

He cracked a faint smile, shaking his head. "Think I'll leave that to you."

"Mhm," you hummed knowingly, still watching him closely. "Sure."

Rachel stirred slightly, fussing softly in her sleep. Logan moved instinctively closer, a hand coming up to carefully rub the baby’s tiny back, helping soothe her immediately. He paused when he noticed your raised brow.

"What?" he muttered defensively. "Ain’t lost my touch yet."

You smiled, tilting your head. "No, you haven’t."

He watched Rachel settle down again, peaceful and warm against your chest. That gentle tug deepened quietly, making him sigh softly under his breath.

"I'll go check on Laura and Sierra," he muttered, pulling back carefully.

You smiled gently, letting him retreat. "Okay."

Logan paused at the doorway, glancing back once more. The sight of you holding Rachel—so natural, so easy—was etched warmly into his mind. He shook his head slightly, hiding a smile as he disappeared into the hall.

---

The house was quiet—after getting back to the cabin late, Laura and Sierra took their showers then got into bed.

You stepped out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, Logan sitting on the bed with a notebook in his hands.

“You ever think ‘bout ‘nother one?” he asked, still lazily doodling.

You glanced at him, pausing with your towel still wrapped around you. “Another what?”

Logan looked up, meeting your eyes. “Baby.”

You smiled faintly, resuming your movements as you searched for clothes. “Not much. Maybe a few times.”

He hummed quietly, his pencil pausing. “Today got me thinkin’.”

You chuckled softly, pulling a shirt from the dresser. “Seeing Rachel gave you baby fever?”

He shrugged, setting the notebook down. “Maybe a little.”

You turned to him, amusement on your face. “You’re serious?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Don’t sound so shocked, darlin’.”

“Not shocked,” you said, pulling the shirt on over your head. “Just surprised, I guess. Thought you liked finally gettin’ sleep again.”

He snorted. “Sleep’s overrated.”

“Easy for you to say,” you teased, tugging on a pair of shorts.

Logan watched you, quiet for a moment before speaking again. “Wouldn’t be so bad though, right?”

You paused, looking up to meet his eyes. “Another baby?”

He nodded slowly, leaning back against the headboard. “Yeah. Sierra’d probably like bein’ a big sister.”

You smiled softly, moving toward the bed. “Laura already is one.”

“Yeah, but she’d probably love bossin’ around another sibling,” he smirked. “And Sierra’s gettin’ pretty independent.”

You climbed onto the bed beside him, crossing your legs and looking thoughtful. “You’re really thinking about this.”

“Like I said,” he murmured, eyes gentle as he studied your face, “today got me thinkin’.”

You tilted your head, a soft smile curving your lips. “Are you saying you want another baby?”

He reached out, tugging you gently closer until you settled across his lap. “Maybe I am.”

You laughed softly, sliding your arms around his neck. “Logan Howlett, secretly a softie.”

He rolled his eyes, brushing his thumb along your hip. “Keep it quiet. Got a reputation to uphold.”

You hummed, leaning in, lips brushing his gently. “Another baby, huh?”

He kissed you softly, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes again. “Only if you want.”

Your gaze softened, fingertips trailing lightly along his jaw. “Wouldn’t be so bad.”

He smiled slowly, hands slipping beneath your shirt, warm against your skin. “That a yes?”

You laughed, pulling him closer. “Yeah, Logan. That’s a yes.”

“Good,” he muttered, lips ghosting along your neck. “Figured we’d better get started.”

“Now? I just took a shower and put my clothes on.”

Logan’s lips barely brushed yours as he murmured, “Good thing I’m the one who takes ’em off,” voice low, teasing, full of promise. His hands were already sliding under your shirt, warm palms grazing bare skin as his mouth found your jaw, then lower—kissing along the line of your throat like he had all the time in the world.

You sighed, eyes fluttering as he eased you back against the pillows, but a flicker of something practical snuck in through the haze. “Did you lock the door?”

He groaned, forehead dropping against your chest for a second. “Fuckin’—” He sighed, kissed you once, then reluctantly shifted back. “You ruin all my fun, y’know that?”

You grinned, tugging the hem of your shirt up. “Go lock it, old man.”

He muttered something under his breath about being cockblocked by fatherhood and stomped off toward the door. A second later, you heard the lock slide into place. Then a scrape—he was dragging the chair under the knob.

You laughed, covering your mouth to muffle it. “Paranoid much?”

“Sierra picks locks now,” Logan growled as he returned, eyes dark and determined. “Not takin’ chances.”

Before you could say another word, he was back over you, hand splayed on your stomach, pressing you into the mattress. He shoved your shirt up to your ribs, mouth finding the underside of your breast, stubble scraping along your skin, tongue hot and slow as he sucked a mark against your ribs.

“Still smell like soap,” he muttered against your skin. “Gonna fix that.”

You gasped when his teeth grazed your nipple through the fabric, your hand flying to his hair. “Logan—”

He shoved your shirt up over your head and tossed it aside, then sat back on his heels, tugging your shorts and panties down in one rough pull. “Been thinkin’ about this since the second you held that baby. Looked like a fuckin’ dream. Like I needed to put another one in you.”

You flushed, heartbeat pounding as he lowered himself between your thighs, spreading them apart with firm hands. He kissed your inner thigh first—slow, wet, open-mouthed kisses trailing higher, teasing heat.

Then his tongue flicked—slow, deliberate, dragging up through your folds—and your breath caught hard.

You reached down, tangling a hand in his hair. “Thought you were impatient.”

His voice was muffled against your cunt, lips slick, tongue dipping low. “Can still enjoy it, sweetheart. Gotta get you ready, don’t I?”

His mouth was hot, deliberate, tongue sliding in slow circles around your clit, then back down, teasing your entrance, sucking one of your lips between his teeth just enough to make your thighs twitch. One of his hands slid up, spreading you wider, while the other held your hip down when it bucked.

You let out a breathy moan, biting your knuckle to stay quiet. “L-Logan—”

He didn’t stop. He groaned low against you like you were his favorite meal, tongue flattening and dragging hard and slow right over your clit again—wet, unrelenting pressure that made your eyes roll.

Your hips jerked and he growled, fingers digging into your thigh. “Stay still.”

You whimpered, breath catching. “F-fuck—”

He pulled back just long enough to say, voice all gravel and heat, “That’s it, sweetheart. Just relax. Let me taste you.”

Then he dove back in, and this time he didn’t hold back—tongue pressing deep, lips sealing around your clit and sucking with filthy precision. The wet, obscene sounds of it filled the room, and your thighs trembled as heat snapped up your spine.

His hand moved, one thick finger sliding into you slow and curling just right, and your back arched off the bed, a helpless cry breaking from your throat.

“Fuck—Logan—oh my god—”

He moaned against you like your taste was the best damn thing he’d had all year, and when he added a second finger, stretching you, working you open, it was almost too much. You squirmed, gasped, toes curling as heat bloomed sharp and fast in your belly.

"A-ahhh—fuck, Logan—"

His tongue didn’t stop, his lips slick with you, beard damp against your thighs. “Mmhhhn,” he growled low, the sound vibrating right through your clit like a goddamn electric current. His fingers curled again, slow and dirty, dragging along that spot that made your back arch like a bow.

You reached down blindly, tangling your fingers in his thick hair, gripping tight. “S-shit—Logan, I’m gonna—”

He didn’t even lift his head, just sucked harder, lips locking around your clit, two thick fingers buried deep and fucking slow, pushing you right over that edge without mercy. It hit like a damn freight train, ripped the air from your lungs.

"Logan—ohmygod—"

Your hips jerked, your thighs clenched around his head, and you came hard against his mouth, a helpless, strangled moan punching from your chest as your body shook apart under him. He didn’t stop—kept licking, slower now, easing you through it, savoring it like he wanted to bottle the sound of your wrecked breathing.

"Good girl," he rasped when he finally came up for air, voice dark and hungry, mouth glistening with you. "Fuckin' love when you fall apart on my tongue."

You were still panting, trembling slightly, your skin flushed all over. “Y-you’re a menace,” you managed, trying to blink him into focus as he crawled up your body.

He grinned, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then leaned in to kiss you, and you could taste yourself on his tongue. Hot. Filthy. You moaned into it, hands tugging him closer.

"Not done," he murmured against your lips. "Not nearly fuckin' done."

You reached down between you, felt him thick and hard through his sweats. He hissed between his teeth when your palm pressed against him, his hips twitching.

“Get these off,” you whispered, tugging at the waistband.

He didn’t waste a second, shoved them down and kicked them off, his cock springing free—thick, heavy, flushed at the tip and already leaking. You bit your lip at the sight, reaching to wrap your hand around him, stroking slow. He groaned, low and rough, head dropping to your shoulder.

"Fuck, darlin’... been thinkin’ about this all fuckin’ day."

"Yeah?" you murmured, breath hot against his neck, hand still moving. “About knocking me up again?”

He growled, deep and hot in his throat, hips rolling into your grip. “Mhm. Watchin’ you hold that baby—made me wanna bend you over right there and fill you up. Stuff you full, see if it takes.”

You shuddered, moaned softly, your thighs squeezing together. “Logan…”

He grinned, dark and wild, then reached down and hooked your leg over his arm, lining himself up with your entrance. His cock nudged against your soaked folds, teasing the head through your slick. "You want it?"

"God, yes—please—"

That was all it took. He pushed in slow, dragging a deep groan from both of you as you stretched around him. Inch by thick, fucking inch, he sank into you, filling you up with no resistance, just wet heat and pressure that made your head spin.

"Shhhhit," he breathed, eyes fluttering shut, jaw clenched tight. "Tight as ever… fuckin’ perfect."

You whimpered, clutching his arms as he bottomed out, hips flush against yours. The stretch, the fullness—it burned in the best way, had you writhing under him, thighs already trembling again.

"Move," you begged softly, voice catching. "Please—Logan—"

He did. Slow at first—rolling his hips in smooth, dragging thrusts that had your eyes rolling back, the head of his cock grinding deep, right where you were still sensitive. You gasped, clawed at his back.

"That what you need?" he rasped, breath hot against your ear. "Want me to fuck another baby into you?"

You nodded, whimpering, too far gone to answer with anything but a broken moan. “Uh-huh—ahh—yes—f-fuck—”

He picked up the pace, thrusts harder now, deeper, the sound of skin on skin echoing in the quiet room. You could hear the chair scraping faintly under the doorknob every time the headboard knocked against the wall. Didn't matter. Let it fall. Let it shatter.

“You’re gonna take every fuckin’ drop,” he growled, one hand sliding under your thigh to lift it higher, angling deeper, harder. “Gonna make me a daddy again, sweetheart?”

You cried out, eyes wide and hazy. “Y-yeah—yeah—want it—want you—”

"That’s my girl," he groaned, slamming into you, pace relentless now. "Gonna breed this pretty pussy till you’re knocked up. Fill you so fuckin’ deep you’ll still be leaking me tomorrow."

You moaned, helpless under him, his body caging you in, his cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside. It was too much, too good—your second orgasm building sharp and fast. Your nails bit into his back.

"L-Logan—gonna—I'm—fuck—"

"Yeah, baby, I got you," he panted, snapping his hips harder, faster. "Come on my cock—"

You shattered around him with a scream, back arched, body clenching down so tight around him he cursed loud against your throat.

“Fuuuck—you’re squeezin’ me—shit—!”

He slammed in hard one last time, then froze, cock twitching deep as he spilled into you, growling loud and low through gritted teeth, his whole body shaking. You felt it—hot, thick spurts of come painting your insides, filling you up just like he promised.

He stayed there, buried deep, chest heaving, his weight warm on top of you as both of you tried to catch your breath.

Then he chuckled, breathless, voice still wrecked. “That’s one hell of a start.”

You snorted, weakly swatting at his arm. “You're insatiable.”

He smirked, nuzzling into your neck. “With you? Damn right.”

His cock was still twitching inside you, and he didn’t move—just held you, sweaty and tangled, not caring about the mess between your legs, the heat of your skin sticking to his. You stroked a hand through his hair, still dazed and sore in the best way, heart thudding against his chest.

You didn’t say anything else for a long moment. You didn’t need to.

Then Logan shifted, pulling back just enough to look at you. His eyes were warm, wild, a little wicked. “Round two’s gonna be messier.”

Your breath hitched. You smiled. “Good.”

---

A few weeks later, Sierra sat at the kitchen table drawing a picture for Rachel with her crayons. You were at the stove, making a pie for Jean and Scott.

Logan and Laura sat with Sierra, both of them reading—Logan a newspaper, and Laura a comic.

Then, Sierra spoke up. “Daddy, how are babies made?”

Logan choked on his coffee as Laura let out a snort. "What?"

Sierra tilted her head, blinking at him innocently. "How are babies made?"

Laura snickered again, hiding behind her comic. "Yeah, Dad. How are they made?"

Logan shot Laura a pointed glare. "Not helpin', kid."

You pressed your lips together, fighting to stay serious as you turned to Sierra. "Why do you ask, honey?"

"'Cause Rachel is a baby, and Jean said she grew in her tummy," Sierra said, still coloring carefully. "How'd she get in there?"

Laura’s eyes sparkled with mischief. "Yeah, Dad. How did Rachel get in Jean’s tummy?"

Logan’s jaw ticked. "You’re grounded."

Laura rolled her eyes, clearly not taking his threat seriously.

You sighed softly, leaning against the counter. "Well, Sierra, when two people love each other very much—"

Laura snorted again, louder this time. Logan shot her another look. "Laura."

"Sorry," she said, not sorry at all.

Sierra looked at Logan expectantly. "So how'd she get in there?"

Logan rubbed a hand over his face, sighing heavily. "Magic."

Sierra's eyes widened. "Magic?"

Laura laughed outright this time, ducking behind her comic to hide it.

You shot Logan an amused glance. "Really? Magic?"

Logan shrugged defensively. "You got somethin' better?"

You walked over, gently brushing Sierra’s hair back. "Babies come from love, sweetheart. When two grown-ups love each other very much, they decide they want a baby. Then one grows in the mommy’s tummy."

Sierra frowned thoughtfully. "Like planting flowers?"

Laura snorted loudly again. "I’m gonna die."

Logan leaned toward Laura, lowering his voice. "Keep it up, kid, and you’re gonna have this conversation next."

Laura immediately sobered, returning quietly to her comic.

"Sort of like planting flowers," you said gently. "A seed gets planted, and it grows into a baby."

"How does the seed get there?" Sierra asked, eyes big and curious.

Logan cleared his throat loudly, folding his paper. "I’m gonna go chop some firewood."

You shot him a pointed look. "Logan."

He sighed, looking resigned as he turned back to Sierra. "The seed... just gets put there."

Sierra narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "By who?"

Logan’s eye twitched slightly. "The... other grown-up."

You smiled sweetly at Logan. "Good job, honey."

He shot you a dry look. "Thanks."

Sierra seemed satisfied enough, nodding thoughtfully. "Oh. Okay."

Logan exhaled in relief, taking another careful sip of coffee. Laura smirked behind her comic.

"So, Daddy put the seed in your tummy when you had me?" Sierra asked suddenly, eyes brightening with realization.

Logan promptly choked again.

Laura burst out laughing. "Amazing."

Logan pointed a finger at her, voice rough. "Grounded. For real."

Sierra smiled happily, oblivious to Logan's distress. "Right, Mommy?"

You patted Sierra's head gently, trying not to laugh at Logan's red face. "That’s right, sweetheart."

Sierra grinned, returning to her drawing. "Daddy’s good at planting seeds."

Laura howled with laughter, dropping her comic. Logan groaned, covering his face with his hand.

You bit your lip, fighting back a laugh. "Maybe let’s talk about something else now."

"Please," Logan muttered weakly. "Anything else."

---

The next afternoon, Logan walked into the living room, wiping sweat from his forehead with the edge of his shirt. He paused when he saw you sitting cross-legged on the couch, sorting through a box of tiny baby clothes.

He raised an eyebrow. "Ain’t wastin’ time, huh?"

You glanced up, smiling softly. "Just figured I’d see what we still have from Sierra."

He stepped closer, peering into the box and reaching down to lift a small yellow onesie. His expression softened as he ran his thumb over the tiny fabric. "Forgot how little these things are."

You chuckled quietly. "You said that about Rachel."

"Yeah," he murmured. He looked up again, studying you carefully. "You feelin’ alright?"

You smiled reassuringly. "I'm good."

He nodded, thoughtful. "So we really doin' this, huh?"

You tilted your head playfully. "Second thoughts already?"

"Nah," he said, voice firm. "Just makin' sure you're sure."

"I'm sure," you said warmly, tugging gently at his hand until he sat beside you. "How about you?"

His eyes softened. "Darlin', I was sure the second I brought it up."

You leaned in, brushing a soft kiss to his cheek. "Good."

Logan wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side as he watched you fold a tiny shirt. After a quiet moment, he cleared his throat softly. "Laura asked me about it earlier."

You glanced up curiously. "What did she say?"

"Asked if we were really thinkin’ about another kid," he said. "Think she likes the idea."

"That's good," you said softly, smiling. "Sierra already acts like a mini-mom anyway."

He snorted gently. "She bossed me around for fifteen minutes earlier ‘bout how to feed Rocky. Pretty sure that dog ain’t listenin’ to anyone but her now."

You laughed quietly, leaning your head against his shoulder. "Well, at least we know she’s ready to help."

He hummed softly, fingers gently tracing patterns on your arm. "Yeah."

There was a comfortable silence between you, Logan's steady heartbeat soothing beneath your ear. Then—

"Mommy," Sierra said from the doorway, her expression deeply serious, "Rocky ate my crayons again."

Logan sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Told you, he don’t listen to anyone but her."

You chuckled softly, sitting up to look at Sierra. "How many did he eat?"

She held up her fingers. "Three. And one was blue."

Logan grunted, standing up with a resigned sigh. "I'll handle it."

"Thank you," you said sweetly, earning a faintly amused glance from him as he headed toward Sierra.

"You're lucky you’re cute," he muttered affectionately to Sierra, ruffling her hair gently as they disappeared into the hallway.

You smiled to yourself, settling back against the couch and resting a hand lightly on your stomach, already looking forward to the chaos ahead.

---

Just a week later, you got your period. You weren’t necessarily disappointed—you and Logan had only tried once.

You stepped out of the bathroom, catching Logan’s curious glance from where he sat on the bed, tying his boots.

"No luck?" he guessed.

You shrugged lightly, unbothered. "Not this month."

Logan raised a brow, mouth curling into a faint smirk. "Guess I'll have to try harder."

You snorted, rolling your eyes playfully. "Yeah, I guess you will."

He leaned back on the bed, studying you carefully. "You good?"

"Yeah," you assured him, stepping closer. "Took a few months with Sierra too, remember?"

"I remember," he said quietly, pulling you toward him until you settled comfortably against his chest. "I ain't worried."

You smiled, fingers playing lightly with his collar. "Neither am I."

He brushed his thumb along your hip. "Besides, practice makes perfect, right?"

You laughed softly, shaking your head. "Always looking on the bright side."

"Hey," he teased, voice low and warm. "Never heard you complain."

You hummed, leaning up to kiss him lightly. "Guess we'll just have to try again."

"Exactly my plan," he muttered, lips brushing yours softly. "Tonight?"

“Mmh.” You scrunched your brows together. “No. Sorry, honey. I just wanna lay in bed and eat ice cream.”

Logan chuckled softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. "Ice cream, huh?"

"Mmhm," you hummed, settling comfortably against his chest. "Salted caramel."

He tilted his head thoughtfully. "Pretty sure Laura ate the last of that yesterday."

You groaned dramatically. "Seriously?"

"Yup," he said, voice low and amused. "Saw her sneakin’ the tub back into the freezer."

"She’s your kid," you muttered. "Stealin’ my ice cream."

"Our kid," Logan corrected, thumb stroking lightly along your side. "And Sierra steals your cookies."

You sighed heavily. "I never get anything around here."

Logan snorted. "Welcome to my world, darlin’."

You smiled faintly, tilting your head to look at him. "Can you go to the store?"

He raised an eyebrow. "For ice cream?"

"Yes."

"Right now?"

You gave him your best pleading look. "Please?"

Logan groaned softly, head dropping back against the pillows. "Fine."

You grinned, kissing him quickly. "You’re the best."

He rolled his eyes playfully, shifting you carefully off his chest as he stood. "I’ll remember this next time I need a favor."

You stretched lazily across the bed. "I’ll be here waiting."

Logan gave you an amused glance as he grabbed his keys from the dresser. "Don’t doubt it."

You heard his footsteps fading as he walked down the hall, followed by Sierra’s curious voice. "Daddy, where you goin’?"

"Your mom needs ice cream," Logan answered gruffly.

"Ooh," Sierra said excitedly. "Can I have some?"

"Nope," Logan said firmly. "You and your sister ate hers already."

There was a brief pause. Then Sierra called toward your room, voice filled with concern, "Sorry, Mommy!"

You laughed quietly, shaking your head. "It’s okay, baby!"

Then, the front door opened and shut, and a few seconds later, Laura’s head appeared in the doorway of your bedroom, eyebrows raised.

"Dad went out just for ice cream?" she asked skeptically.

You shrugged innocently. "He loves me."

Laura smirked. "You’re spoiled."

"Jealous?" you teased.

Laura shrugged lightly, a grin tugging at her lips. "Maybe."

You chuckled softly. "Good. You should be."

Laura shook her head, turning to leave. "I’ll tell Sierra to leave you alone ‘til he’s back."

"Thanks, Laura," you called after her.

A moment later, the house was quiet again, and you relaxed into the pillows, smiling to yourself. A quiet night, ice cream, and Logan—exactly what you needed.

---

A few nights later, the house was finally quiet. Laura and Sierra had both been asleep for at least an hour, and Rocky was curled up contentedly on his bed in the living room.

You stood by the kitchen sink, absently rinsing dishes from dinner, lost in thought until Logan’s hands slid around your waist, pulling you back gently against his chest.

“Kids asleep,” he murmured softly against your ear, voice low and warm.

You smiled, leaning into his warmth. “Mm. I noticed.”

His lips brushed the side of your neck, lingering softly. “Rocky’s passed out too.”

You laughed quietly. “You sound like you’re plotting something.”

“Maybe I am,” Logan muttered, teeth scraping lightly along your pulse point, making your breath hitch.

You set the dish down, water dripping off your fingers as you turned in his arms, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. “Feeling lucky tonight?”

His eyes darkened slightly, hands tightening around your hips. “Yeah, darlin’. Pretty damn lucky.”

You chuckled, fingertips brushing lightly along his jaw. “Confident.”

Logan’s mouth curved into a faint smirk. “Got every reason to be.”

He leaned down, capturing your mouth softly, the kiss slow and deep. You melted into him, fingers gripping his shirt as he pressed you back gently against the counter. When you finally broke apart, breathless, you smiled against his lips.

“Guess we should make the most of a quiet house,” you whispered.

“Exactly what I was thinkin’,” he agreed, voice rough.

He didn’t waste another second. Logan lifted you easily, setting you onto the counter and stepping between your legs. Your breath hitched as his hands slid beneath your shirt, tracing warm paths along your skin.

“You think tonight’s the night?” you asked quietly, eyes locked on his.

Logan smiled softly, brushing your hair from your face. “Hope so.”

You laughed, hooking your ankles around his waist and tugging him closer. “Then we better get started.”

Logan’s eyes sparked with amusement and heat. “Yes, ma’am.”

He leaned in again, kissing you hard and deep, hands gripping your hips firmly. You let yourself get lost in him, warmth curling low in your stomach as he pulled you flush against him, grinding slowly, deliberately, the friction making you gasp softly into his mouth.

He broke the kiss briefly, his voice ragged against your ear. “Gonna take this to the bedroom, darlin’. Counter ain’t exactly comfortable for what I got planned.”

You laughed breathlessly, fingers tangling in his hair. “Lead the way.”

He lifted you easily off the counter, keeping you wrapped securely around him. You pressed slow kisses along his neck, smiling against his skin as he carried you toward your room.

“Better lock the door,” you teased quietly.

“Way ahead of ya,” he muttered, kicking the door shut and clicking the lock into place.

You didn’t even get a word out before Logan’s mouth was on yours again—hot and demanding, like he hadn’t just had his hands all over you ten seconds ago. He walked you backward toward the bed without breaking the kiss, one hand gripping your ass, the other tangled in your hair.

By the time the backs of your knees hit the mattress, you were already gasping into his mouth, dizzy with heat. He eased you down onto the bed, crawling over you slow like a fucking wolf, all heat and weight and hunger.

You slid your hands up under his shirt, fingertips brushing hot skin and hard muscle. “Off,” you mumbled, tugging at the fabric.

Logan grinned against your neck. “Bossy tonight.”

“You love it.”

“Damn right I do.”

He sat back on his heels, yanking his shirt over his head in one smooth pull. You reached for your own, but he caught your wrists.

“Nuh-uh, lemme do it.”

His voice had gone low, dark—gravel scraped through honey. He peeled your shirt up slow, kissing every inch of skin he revealed. Stomach. Ribs. The underside of your breast. He paused there, nuzzling warm against you, lips dragging over the swell. You arched into him with a soft gasp, fingers tightening in the sheets.

Then he wrapped his mouth around your nipple, sucking slow, deep—just once—before switching to the other, tongue flicking in lazy circles until your breath hitched and your thighs rubbed together on instinct.

“Logan…”

“Shh. I got you.”

He kissed down your belly, thumbs hooking into your waistband, dragging your shorts and panties off in one slow pull. His gaze never left yours. Even with the heat low in his belly and the tension buzzing through his limbs, he wasn’t gonna rush a damn thing.

“You ready?” he asked, fingers trailing up the inside of your thigh.

You nodded, breath caught somewhere in your chest. “Please.”

That smug little smirk curved across his face, and he leaned in, kissing you again—soft this time, like he was savoring it—while his fingers slid down and dipped between your folds.

You moaned into his mouth, your hips rocking up as he rubbed slow circles over your clit, his fingers slick and teasing. Then he pushed one inside—slow and deep—and you gasped, clutching at his shoulders.

“Fuck—Logan—”

“That’s it,” he muttered, sucking on your bottom lip. “Already soaked for me. You really want this, huh?”

You nodded again, barely coherent. “Want you. Want you to fuck a baby into me.”

He groaned low, forehead dropping to yours. “Jesus, sweetheart…”

He added a second finger, curling them just right. Your mouth fell open in a silent moan, body trembling as his fingers fucked into you slow and steady.

“I’m gonna knock you up tonight,” he growled, kissing down your throat again, biting at your collarbone. “Gonna make you a mama all over again. You’re gonna feel it, darlin’. Gonna know it took.”

Your walls fluttered around his fingers, your thighs clenching. “Logan—fuck—I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” he rasped. “Gimme one. Right here. All over my hand.”

He pressed his thumb against your clit and you broke—moaning, shaking, clinging to him like you’d fall apart without him. Your pussy clamped down on his fingers as you came, soaking his hand with a whimper that died against his shoulder.

He eased you through it, kissed the top of your head, then reached for the pillow, shoving it under your hips with practiced ease.

You blinked up at him, still breathless. “Logan—”

He was already stripping out of his sweats, his cock thick and flushed and heavy in his hand as he lined himself up, eyes locked on yours.

“You want it?” he asked, voice wrecked. “Want me to fill you up?”

You bit your lip and nodded, legs spreading wider. “Please.”

He sank into you with a deep, guttural groan, one hand gripping your thigh, the other planted beside your head. His body was hot, heavy, every thick inch of him pushing slow and steady until he bottomed out, hips flush against yours.

“Fuck,” he hissed, forehead resting against yours, breath hot. “This pussy’s gonna take all of me tonight, huh?”

You whimpered, legs wrapping tighter around his waist. “Always does…”

“Yeah?” He rocked his hips, slow, deep, grinding against your cervix until your back arched. “Gonna take my come too, sweetheart? Gonna let me put a baby in you?”

“God—yes,” you breathed, hands clutching at his back. “Wanna make you a daddy again.”

That sound he made—half growl, half moan—went straight through you. “Fuckin’ hell, you say that again and I ain’t gonna last long.”

“Do it,” you whispered, eyes locked on his. “Come inside me. Fill me up. Knock me up.”

Logan snarled, hips snapping forward, hard. “You filthy little thing… beggin’ to get bred.”

“I want it,” you gasped, breath catching with every ruthless thrust. “Need it.”

He fucked you harder then—rough, relentless, the bed creaking beneath the rhythm of his hips slamming into yours. His hand left your thigh and pressed against your belly, right above where he was buried inside you.

“Right here,” he growled. “Gonna fill you up so full you’ll feel it for days.”

You cried out, nails dragging down his back. “Please—Logan—fuck—don’t stop—”

“I ain’t stoppin’,” he panted, grinding down. “You’re takin’ me so fuckin’ good. This tight little cunt’s made to keep me in, yeah?”

You could barely breathe, every thrust knocking the air from your lungs, pleasure spiking sharp and high. “Gonna—gonna come—”

“Yeah?” He leaned in, mouth against your ear. “Then do it. Milk my cock, sweetheart. Get yourself good and ready to catch.”

You shattered around him, legs locking tight around his waist, your whole body pulsing as you screamed his name into his shoulder. He kept going, driving through your climax, chasing his own with that low, animal growl rising in his throat.

“Fuck—you’re squeezin’ me so tight—fuck—I’m gonna come—”

“Do it,” you begged. “Come inside me—please, baby, I need it—”

Logan slammed deep and stayed there, cock throbbing as he came hard, spilling into you with a choked moan, burying his face in your neck.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he breathed, body trembling. “That’s it—fuck, that’s it, take it all…”

You felt him twitch inside you, his come hot and thick, filling you until it leaked out around him.

He didn’t move for a long moment—just laid there, buried deep, one hand splayed across your lower belly like he could feel it taking.

Then he lifted his head, eyes half-lidded and dark. “That oughta do it.”

You gave him a dazed little smile. “Think you got it in one?”

Logan grinned, kissed you lazy and slow. “Maybe. But better be sure.”

His hand slid down, slow and sure, knuckles brushing between your legs—right where you were still stretched around him, messy and slick with the load he’d just pumped deep inside. His eyes stayed locked on yours as two fingers pressed to your swollen folds, spreading you open just enough to watch it drip out.

“Fuckin’ shame,” he muttered. “Wastin’ good it like that.”

You shivered, hips twitching as he eased a finger back inside, slow and deep. You gasped, back arching slightly. "Logan—"

"Shh," he murmured, voice low, gravel-smooth. “Lemme make sure it stays where it belongs.”

He added a second finger, thick and insistent, curling them inside you like he knew every sensitive spot by heart—and he did. His thumb rubbed lazy circles over your clit, just enough to make your breath catch, not enough to push you over yet.

Your hips rocked into the motion instinctively, body still greedy for more. “God… you’re not done with me?”

He snorted, lips brushing your cheek. “Sweetheart, I’m just gettin’ started.”

His fingers pumped slow, deliberate, his palm slick with a mix of your arousal and his come, still leaking out around his knuckles. You whimpered, clenching down on him, thighs shaking.

“You feel that?” he muttered, dragging his lips down your neck, letting his teeth scrape lightly across your skin. “That’s mine. All of it. Gonna keep pushin’ it in ‘til your body holds on tight.”

“Logan—fuck—” you moaned, legs spreading wider for him. “You’re gonna make me come again…”

“Good,” he growled. “I want you to. That sweet little pussy soaks me every damn time, ‘course you’re gonna come.”

He curled his fingers again, hitting just the right spot, and your whole body jerked, toes curling. You could hear the wet, obscene sound of it—his hand working between your legs, your pussy clenching greedily around him like it knew what he was trying to do.

“I can feel you pulsin’ around me,” he rasped, kissing down your chest. “Just like that. Keep squeezin’. Gonna milk it all up inside you.”

You bit your lip, desperate to hold it back, but your body had other plans. With a sharp cry, you came hard, thighs clamping around his wrist as your cunt spasmed around his fingers, milking them like it wanted to keep every drop of him inside.

“There it is,” he breathed, watching your face like it was the only thing that mattered. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn pretty when you come for me.”

You twitched beneath him, breath ragged, and Logan gently eased his fingers out, slick and dripping. He watched the mess on his hand for a second, then brought it to your mouth.

“Taste what you’re takin’ in,” he muttered.

You opened obediently, sucking his fingers between your lips, tasting salt and heat and something that made your whole body ache with want all over again.

He groaned, leaning in to kiss you slow, deep, filthy. “You’re gonna get pregnant from this,” he whispered against your mouth. “I fuckin’ know it.”

You pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, breath still catching in your throat. “Think so?”

He grinned, cocky and warm, brushing his fingers lightly over your belly. “I’d bet on it.”

You gave a tired, blissed-out laugh. “You always so sure of yourself?”

He nuzzled close, lips grazing your ear. “Only when I know I’m right.”

[leaky-bunny]

omo tropes i absolutely adore:

humping to help hold. watching someone wiggle and whimper and moan while rubbing against their hand or a pillow (or my fav: a partner's leg) is enough to make anyone's mouth water. when someone is so close to an accident that they have to distract themselves with the enticing friction of something pressing on their parts? delicious.

peeing in bottles. for dick owners, they have to try and aim their twitching cock into the hole while drops leak out of the tip. for pussys, they have to line up their pee hole with the bottle's opening, oftentimes making a mess because the piss just sprays out too aggressively. either way, it's just sooo *chefs kiss*

physically holding the pee hole shut. this is something i've tried a couple times myself and let me tell you, it's a truly magical thing. with a finger firmly pressed against someone's pee hole, you essentially cut off their option of relief completely. no matter how hard they squirm and relax and even push, nothing can come out. they're forced to sit with the maddening feeling of fullness until eventually the finger is removed and all the piss comes gushing out of them in a torrent.

begging. probably a basic answer but i don't care, i'm a whore for dirty talk. phrases like "i can't hold it much longer" or "i feel so full" or even just "please let me pee" is enough to make me instantly slick. bonus points if there's a term of authority in there like mistress or sir.

peeing outside, especially in the woods. there's something so electrifying about squatting down behind a bush or watching a stream splatter against a tree trunk or make a puddle in the dirt, especially if someone is at their absolute limit and has to find a spot for a last resort.

having to stop mid way through peeing. imagine finally, finally getting the release you crave and then all of a sudden having to shut it off. the shiver you get, the way your pee hole convulses, your bladder aching with all that liquid still trapped inside. my favorite scenarios of this include: being stumbled upon while peeing outside, someone physically pulling a character away from the toilet, a dom stopping a sub's stream just to be mean, and even the classic "i'll just pee a little to relive some pressure."

being tied up while desperate. one time i read this fic about a girl being strapped to a chair and pressed for information by this guy who kept giving her water as "mercy" since she'd been there a while. her bladder started filling and soon she was desperate and he used that to his advantage, pressing on her bulge and teasing her until she broke and told him everything in exchange for access to the bathroom. i can't remember how it ended and god i wish i could find that again, because the idea of being restrained and not even able to squirm is delicious.

the iconic pee dance. i mean come on, what's not to love? when someone's resolve finally crumbles enough for them to abandon all sense of dignity, you know they're truly at their breaking point. seeing the full package is truly a treat; i'm talking hands shoved between thighs, feet prancing back and forth, knees bending up and down, body hunched over at the waist, face scrunched in concentration, the whole ordeal. it's the sexiest sight imaginable, especially if that dance suddenly stills and a flood follows soon after.

[fallenbratfiction]

Gym Crush ~ older joel miller x f!reader

A/N: there’s a guy in my gym that looks alike joel in season 2 and he’s scrumptious delicious but I can’t make any moves because I’m an awkward fuck and I'm afraid I'll be a homewrecker howeverrrr today he helped me with the hip thrust machine and that's as close as I'll ever get to him.

warnings: large age gap (reader is in her twenties and joel is around his fifties), sexual tension (no explicit smut yet, but heavy physical tension, intimate kissing...), mild language "bitch", sexual verbal harassment (not from joel!!), protective behavior, threat (joel threatening someone else)

✧ minors dni with me or my blog. i'm not responsible for your consumption.

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Joel watched you from a short distance as you picked up a weight almost three times your size and carried it—with all your strength—to the middle of the weight area.

He watched as you got into a squat position—a wrong one—and started moving in a squat motion. He shook his head slightly.

Either you were new or overestimated yourself trying to pull a squat with a 30kg kettlebell. He thought about minding his own business and continuing his own set—but he couldn’t just let you hurt yourself.

He tapped your shoulder gently, and you dropped the weight. Startled, you pulled out one of your headphones and looked up at him.

“Don’t mean to disturb you,” he said, calm and low, “but I couldn’t just stand by and let you get hurt. You should try with a different weight—lower, maybe.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Are you saying that cause I’m a woman?”

“No, I’m saying it ’cause I’ve seen it before—and I’ve felt it. You don’t want to throw out your back or wreck your knee. Trust me—once you hit my age, you’ll regret it.”

You chuckled and crouched to pick the kettlebell back up. Strange—five minutes ago, it hadn’t felt this heavy.

Joel watched your struggle and stepped in again, lifting it easily with one hand.

“Allow me, doll.”

You watched him carry it back to the rack and pick up a different kettlebell. He wasn’t trying to diminish you really, he brought a 25kg weight in one hand and a 20kg in the other.

“Since you seem mighty powerful,” he said with a teasing glint in his eye, “you could probably handle either of these.”

He set them at your feet.

“Try.”

You reached for the 25kg and tried a set. It was okay—but heavier than you wanted to admit. Still, no way you were about to embarrass yourself in front of the gorgeous, gruff man standing over you.

Joel seemed to sense it. He set a hand on your shoulder and gave it a gentle pat.

“That’s alright, shake it off. Try the other one"

You nodded, biting your lip, and picked up the 20kg. Better. Still heavy—but manageable.

“There you go, doll,” he said, smiling like he was proud. “Don’t worry—you’ll get stronger and lift heavier. The key is not to mess up your back.”

With that, he walked off. Back to his own set—but now with one eye still on you. Just in case. If you grabbed another too-heavy weight, he’d be there.

By the end of your workout, you crossed paths again—this time at the walking pads.

“Hey, savior,” you smiled, setting your water bottle in one holder and your phone in the other.

He chuckled at the nickname.

“You save lives often around here?”

“I don’t mean to, I just observe a lot and happen to intervene”

“You new here?”

“I try not to,” he said with a shrug. “I just watch a lot. Sometimes I step in.”

You nodded, heart still a little elevated.

“You new here?” he asked, glancing sideways at you as you started the pad.

“Yeah,” you nodded. I moved to the city about a month ago. Still getting used to it. New job, new apartment, new gym…” You smiled. “Figured I’d build a routine before the chaos set in.”

“Smart,” he said, nodding. “You’ll get the hang of it.” Then, a small smirk. “Already off to a strong start.”

You laughed at that—something about his voice made compliments sound earned, not empty.

The treadmill kept humming under your feet. Comfortable silence. Just the two of you walking, letting the post-workout adrenaline settle.

“You come here every morning?” you asked after a beat.

“Most days,” he replied. “Early’s quieter. Fewer idiots, usually.”

“Except for me and my tragic squat form.”

He chuckled low in his throat.

“You’re not an idiot. Just new. Big difference.”

You smiled to yourself and let that be the end of it.

After that day, you continued showing up. And so does he.

It becomes a routine without either of you naming it. He spots you during your sets sometimes. You bring him a spare protein bar once. He teases your playlists. You tease his ancient headphones.

You think about him more than you’d admit. But you never cross the line. Not even when he lets his hand linger on your back a little too long. Not even when he brushes your fingers as he passes you a weight.

You don’t make a move.

Because—what if?

What if he thinks you're just a silly girl with a crush on the hot older guy?

What if it makes things awkward? Or worse—makes him leave?

What you don’t know is he’s thinking the same damn thing.

He watches you out of the corner of his eye every time you laugh at one of your own jokes. Every time you push through a hard set. Every time you flash that proud little smile when you hit a PR.

He tells himself he’s just being friendly.

He tells himself he’s too old to be looking at you like that.

But it’s getting harder every day.

Then, the tension happens.

You both stayed a little longer than usual, finishing up extra sets. The gym is quiet—just a few stragglers and the soft echo of music bouncing off the walls.

You’re at the stretching area, tying your hair up again, when Joel walks over, towel slung around his neck, shirt damp with sweat.

“Still at it?” His voice is low, that rough rasp even more gravelly this late.

“You know me,” you say, sitting back into a stretch. “Trying to prove I can handle more than a 20kg bell.”

He huffs a laugh and crouches beside you, adjusting the towel on his shoulder.

“Told you—you’ll get there. Already stronger than most.”

“You always say that, but I'm still stuck with 20."

“Easy tiger, you're getting there"

There’s a beat of silence. You glance over. He’s already looking at you—his gaze soft but unreadable.

And that’s when it happens.

A flicker. Something unspoken is rising between you.

“You ever train with someone?” you ask, a little quieter now. “Like… actually work out with a partner?”

He tilts his head and thinks.

“Not in a long time. Why?”

You shrug, trying to play it off.

“Just thought—maybe you and I could try it sometime. I mean, you already spot me half the time.”

His eyes linger on you a little longer than usual. Like he’s deciding if it's the right thing to do.

“Yeah,” he says finally, voice lower. “I’d like that.”

There’s something there in his tone. Something new.

You nod slowly, holding his gaze. He nods back.

The air gets a little too still. You’re too aware of how close his knee is to yours. How good he smells—sweat, cedar, something warm and masculine.

And then, almost, he reaches out—just brushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

But then someone drops a weight behind you.

The spell breaks.

You both flinch and turn.

He stands up quickly, clearing his throat.

“I should… probably head out.”

“Yeah. Me too.”

You walk out together, but a little quieter than usual. Something's shifted. Something happened.

Not everything, but just enough.

The next morning feels...different.

Not in a bad way—just off. A little too aware of each other. You say “morning” like always. He tosses you a spare sweat towel like he usually does. But your fingers brush a little too long. His gaze lingers a little too low before darting away.

Still, you both pretend nothing happened.

You warm up on your own, trying to shake the strange buzz in your chest. You chalk it up to sleep deprivation. Or the pre-workout drink. Or him.

You're mid-set—deep in a tough rep—when some asshole guy you don’t know struts over. Smirking.

He’s the type who lifts just to be loud. One of those guys. Probably couldn’t spell “glute” if you spotted him the G and the L.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he grins, stepping too close. “You always squat that low, or is this just for me?”

You pause mid-motion. Eyebrow twitching. Trying to ignore him.

“Busy,” you say, short and clipped.

“Come on, don’t be shy. You in those little shorts—can’t expect a guy to keep his eyes to himself.”

He’s way too close now, crowding your space.

That’s when Joel appears.

You don’t even see him come over. You just feel the shift in the air.

He steps between you and the guy. Slow. Calm. But his shoulders are tense. Jaw set.

“You heard her,” he says, voice low. “She’s busy.”

The guy scoffs.

“Who the fuck are you? Her dad?” He laughs. “Why do you care, grandpa?”

Joel doesn't blink. Doesn’t flinch.

He steps forward—just barely. But it’s enough. The tension radiates off him like heat.

“I think you better walk away,” Joel says, voice like gravel, “before you regret it.”

The guy’s smile falters.

He opens his mouth—then closes it. Realizes what he's dealing with.

“Whatever,” he mutters, backing off. “Bitch isn’t even worth it.”

You flinch at the word. Joel’s hand flexes like he’s holding back from knocking teeth in. But he lets the guy walk.

He turns to you.

“You okay?”

You nod, cheeks burning. Embarrassed. Angry.

“Yeah, I just—” You shake your head, suddenly too aware of your own body. “I probably had it coming. Dressed like this in these shorts.”

Joel’s expression changes. All that quiet fury shifts—not at you, never at you—but at the fact you’d even think that.

“Don’t say that.”

You glance up, surprised at how serious he sounds.

“There’s not a damn thing wrong with you or what you’re wearin’. That guy was a prick. That’s on him. Not you.”

You open your mouth to argue—but nothing comes out.

He softens. His hand grazes your arm gently.

“You hear me?”

You nod, throat tight.

“Yeah. I hear you.”

Truth was, Joel had been staring at you, too.

It was impossible not to.

He told himself it was pride—he’d helped you with form, corrected your weight, spotted your squats more times than he could count. He should be proud your glutes had grown the way they had.

But lately?

Pride was harder to separate from something else.

He kept it subtle. Discreet. Respectful. Not like that asshole. Joel knew how to look without making you feel small. Without making it about him.

Still, when you bent over to re-rack your weights, or dropped low into a perfect squat… Yeah. His gaze lingered a little longer than it should.

And he hated himself for it.

But God—you were a sight.

After that scene, Joel insists on walking you out.

“Just to your car,” he says, like it’s nothing. Like his hands hadn’t just curled into fists over you.

You don’t argue. He walks a half-step behind you, gaze still sharp like he’s expecting another problem to round the corner. Silent the whole way.

When you reach your car, you turn to face him, hand on the handle and smile up at him.

“Thanks,” you say, voice quieter now. “For stepping in. And for walking me.”

He gives a small nod, hands in his pockets.

“Didn’t sit right. That guy was outta line.”

“Still…” you hesitate. “I’m sorry he said what he said...about you.”

His jaw tenses, but he shrugs.

"He's just an asshole. Words don’t mean much comin’ from someone who can’t even rack his own weights.”

You laugh softly, then pause—because you can feel it. The shift. That weight between you.

Joel glances at your car, then back at the gym, hands still in his pockets.

“You good to continue alone tomorrow?” he asks, voice rough. Then, more carefully— “Or… you wanna train together?”

The question lands softly—but it lingers. Like he’s testing the waters. Like he’s not just asking about sets and reps. Like maybe he wants to be there for more than just that.

You look at him in the light—really look. Hair damp at the edges from sweat. That gray t-shirt hugging his chest. Hands flexing like he’s trying not to reach for something.

You nod, heartbeat picking up.

“Yeah. I’d like that.”

He starts to turn, giving you one last nod, and turns around to step away—

That’s when you do it.

Quick, instinctive—you reach for his wrist. He stops. Looks down. Then up at you.

You step in closer.

The sunlight makes everything sharp. No shadows. No excuses. Just you and him standing there in plain sight.

Joel’s eyes search yours—quick, wild, unsure—pupils blown wide even in the harsh daylight. His chest rises like he’s holding his breath.

You kiss him.

No warning. No words. Just your mouth on his, hands curling into the fabric of his shirt like it’s the only thing anchoring you.

He freezes—for the briefest moment.

Then he kisses you back.

Harder.

One hand grips your waist, the other slides up your back, pulling you flush against him. His mouth moves with heat, control slipping by the second. It’s not gentle. It’s not frantic either.

It’s pent-up.

Like every lingering look, every soft-spoken “good job, sweetheart,” every moment spent standing a little too close in the weight area—was leading here.

And in the full light of day, right there in the gym parking lot, he kisses you like he’s starving.

When it ends—when breath becomes necessary—he pulls back just an inch, eyes still closed, like the sunlight might take it all away if he opens them.

You break apart just enough to breathe.

Just enough for him to whisper against your lips:

“Wasn’t expectin’ that.”

You manage a shaky smile, heart pounding.

“Would’ve done it sooner if I thought you wanted me to.”

He lets out a breath—half-laugh, half-growl—low and wrecked.

His forehead rests against yours. He shakes his head once.

“Shit, darlin’…” His hand grazes your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek. “You have no idea.”

There’s a pause. Long enough for the silence to throb between you.

Then he leans in again, lips hovering beside your ear—

“Hope you’re ready for what comes next.”

You step back, just enough to breathe again. Smile—nervous, dizzy.

“See you tomorrow?”

Joel smirks, slow and sure, like a man already plotting something dangerous.

“Wouldn’t miss it.”

You get in your car, still shaking slightly, and look at him one last time through the window.

He’s standing there—hands in his pockets, chest rising slow.

His jaw is clenched.

But his lips?

Curved into the faintest smirk.

Not cocky. Not smug.

Just… wrecked. Quietly wrecked.

Like a man trying hard to look composed— but already ruined by the taste of something he knows he’s not going to stop wanting.

You drive away.

And he watches you until you’re gone.

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[yoiisa]

It is possible to write with Blue Lock Bys (Yukimiya, Reo, Rin, Michael, Shidou and Isagi) with a s/o who has high libido. Please😫😈

of course darling hehe (⸝⸝> ᴗ•⸝⸝)

part 2 with sae, barou, nagi, and ness is here!

all characters aged up (20+)! Tags: pwp ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ), dirty talk, unprotected sex, p in v, begging, thigh humping (yukimiya), lingerie kink (reo), fingering (rin), oral sex f! receiving (kaiser), car sex, slight degredation (shidou), and body worship (isagi), please proceed with caution as this is smutty!!

➜ yukimiya kenyu would be such a tease with you, but like, in a knowing way ➜ like he'd pretend to jump at the opportunity to sate your appetite, but actions speak louder than words, and he would tease you by continuously putting sex off until you're actually dying for it ➜ he wants you begging for it, because then he can finally take care of you fully, caring for your every need with intense diligence ➜ he's very particular about enjoying every little detail about you, so by teasing you and drawing out your need so much, he thinks it helps him experience everything more intensely ➜ and it most certainly ensures you feel everything more intensely

"Kenyu, please~" you whine as you sit on his lap. "Please..." "What is it baby? he coos softly. It's sarcastic, you know, but still the rumble of his voice is something, and you're so desperate right now you'll take something over nothing any day of the week. Your hips begin to rub against his thighs in an unconscious effort for friction. Your eyes close as you rest your head on his shoulder. A small sigh of relief escapes your lips as Yukimiya allows the ministrations, and a tiny smile pulls at your mouth. At least there's this. Something over nothing, remember that- "Baby, I told you, at the end of this chapter, I'll-" Yukimiya's hand moves to you ass, gripping it tightly, trying to still your hips. "Kenyu, you said that three chapters ago!" your voice is high pitched and almost manic as a particularly sharp sensation of pleasure echoes through your body. You fist his shirt and nuzzle into the crook of his neck. "Mmmmm- please Ken, I . . . I can't take this anymore~" With a sigh, he closes his book. He sets it off to the side and wraps his arms around you, pulling you tighter against him. You begin kissing at his neck and jaw, your tongue darting out to taste his skin. You feel like you're floating, everything about Yukimiya furthering how deep you spiral into a sweet needy mess for him. "Okay, come on," he says sweetly, kissing your temple. "I'll give you exactly what you need my sweet baby." You can only preen at the idea that you're finally getting what you want as he lifts you bridal style from the couch and kicks the bedroom door closed behind you two with his heel.

➜ oh reo mikage my king ➜ i think reo's favorite hobby when it comes to people he cares about is spoiling them rotten, so if you have a high drive, he's all for it, 100% ➜ if you come calling, he'll drop everything for you. ➜ also, bonus! in my mind, this man has a thing for lingerie, so you better fucking believe that this man has an entire section of your closet just dedicated to different sets. ➜ maroon, black, lavender, navy blue, gold, in silk, satin, lace, and whatever else your mind can conjure up. If you can think it, he has probably bought it and fucked you in it ➜ after all, he has the time and the resources, and he's nothing if not generous, so why not make the most of it?

Reo ran his hand over his face, then threading his fingers through his hair. The hour was wearing on him, he could feel the ache settling into his bones. He stands and walks to a chaise in his study, pouring a drink for himself and sipping it. However, he barely gets two sips down his throat before the glass is being forced away from his lips. His eyes widen and he looks down to see you, with your fingers gently pushing at the rim of his glass. You're dressed in a lavender silk robe, the fabric hanging loosely over a peak of lace hugging your skin. His pupils enlarge as he takes in the teasing glimpse and you laugh softly at his expression. "I . . . thought you might be stressed," you say, taking the glass from him and setting it on a table next to the chaise. "I wanted to come help." He's silent for a moment, before a smirk tugging at his lips. A soft blush paints his cheeks and he cups your face lovingly in his hands. "Is that the only reason?" You pout and wrap your arms around his neck, giggling softly. "Hmmm . . . no~" And that's how you end up on the chaise, your legs bent over his shoulder. Your panties are pulled to the side, and your bra is still on, but your robe has been tossed somewhere far behind the two of you. Reo hovers above you, dragging moans and cries of pleasure from your mouth with each deep thrust into you. He's intoxicating, and you can't seem to get enough of him. And as you stare deep into his eyes, you know he feels the same. As you reach your peak for the third time that night, your eyes flutter closed, your back arches, and he welcomes it with a sharp inhale of his own and a kiss pressed against the hollow of your throat.

➜ i feel like rin itoshi's drive isn't the highest thing in the world ➜ like, he enjoys sex and he with you he really enjoys it, but it's never been his priority in the relationship ➜ also I feel like between soccer practices and other responsibilities he gets tired pretty easily ➜ that being said, he does still want to help you out whenever you get needy, so when he's too spent to use his cock, he resorts to his next best thing ➜ or in my opinion, my fav thing about him: his fingers

"Rin!" you gasp, clinging to his body like a madman. His fingers delve deftly inside of you, curling at all the right angles, and sending sparks of pure bliss throughout your lower body. When your hips give a particularly harsh buck, he tsks and grabs your ass with his free hand. "Stop moving so much," he growls. The deep cadence of his voice sends another thrill of pleasure in you and you nuzzle your head deep into neck. "Sorry, 't just feels so good," you mewl. "I love it so much . . . ah~!" A smirk appears on Rin's face, but just as quickly as it comes it vanishes. He licks his lips as he stares down at your disheveled appearance. Your hair is disheveled, and your bare from the waist down. You're not wearing a bra, so he can see the outlines of your chest as it heaves beneath your shirt, which hangs loosely over your frame. When you pull back from his neck, the look in your eyes almost makes him finish right then and there. They glisten with tears of pleasure, and are lidded. He can see the pleasure you're feeling etched into every line of your iris, and love is mixed within that. He feels a tight pull in his chest and he can't help himself from leaning down and catching your lips in his. His tongue immediately delves into your mouth, exploring your mouth. You moan softly into his mouth and he sighs. His fingers don't let up at all, continuing to tease and prod and touch every crevice it can reach. You start to writhe in his arms, but he holds fast, keeping you still. You have no choice but to succumb to his assault on your core. Rin kisses you as you finish on his hand, groaning as you go all sweet and pliant in his hands. When he pulls back, you slump against him like a rag doll and he huffs out a hoarse laugh. As you regain your bearings, he lifts his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean.

➜ michael kaiser operates entirely on his own schedule, so to be honest, if he's not in the mood, you're kinda screwed ➜ but if he is in the mood, YOU are in for it ➜ all his want and desire make your neediness seem like nothing ➜ also, kaiser's got some good ass stamina, so if you set him off, you better pray your drive doesn't fizzle out because this man is getting his fill of you ➜ whether it's on his tongue or on his dick

You squeal as your boyfriend practically chucks you onto the bed. You look over your shoulder and your heart stops beating after you catch a glimpse of the sheer delight on his face. His smile is cocky and powerful and is so goddam sexy. You match his smile and flip onto your back, pushing yourself up on your forearms as Kaiser practically crawls on top of you. Kisses on your mouth turn to kisses on your neck, which turns into kisses along your chest, then your stomach, and before you know it, he's shirtless, you're naked, and his kissing the inside of your thighs. Your hands thread through his hair and he stares up at you, his blue eyes lidded and wanton. His tongue is gentle at first, testing the waters of your arousal, but soon he's lapping at you like a madman. His tongue works wonders on your core, leaving you fully satisfied but still achy for more at the same time. You know it doesn't make any sense, but the "Please" and the "More" still drip from your mouth even as he's delivering everything you've been craving since morning. And he is well aware of the effect he's having on you. You can feel his mouth twist into a smirk against you and it only drives you crazier. Your hands tug at his hair and he hisses, sending sweet vibrations through your core. Your whimpers and moans continue to build in pitch and volume, before finally, you're exploding on his tongue with a sharp call of his name. When Kaiser pulls back, he takes in your mussed appearance with a heat in his eyes and a smirk on his lips. His lips and chin glisten with your fluids. He licks his lips as he settles his hips in between your thighs and gives a sharp grind. "Don't give out on me just yet liebe," he coos. "I'm not done with you yet."

➜ shidou ryusei matches your freak the best on this whole list I think ➜ he will be down for whatever and whenever you want, but also . . . wherever you want ➜ shidou lives for the thrill of life, and chases the high of something new and exciting, so if you're high sex drive comes with promises of that, sign him the fuck up!

"Ryu!" you cry out as he yanks on your hair. The two of you have climbed into the backseat of the car. You're pressed up against the leather of the seats, with his chest flush against yours. You squeal and a slutty smile etches itself onto your face as he licks your neck. "Ryu~ ah . . . oh my god- slow down-ah." "Slow down, huh?" Shidou growls, his lips pulling into a smug smile. "Why~? You were just begging for it a few minutes ago." "I-I know, but- holy shit, you- ah!" You didn't even know it was possible for someone to fuck like this, but here he was. One hand perched on the roof of the car, the other holding the dip of your waist. His face moves from your neck to between the shoulder blades, and he litters kisses there, and sucks bruises down your spine. He travels back up to your shoulder and nips at the skin there, his hips never faltering once in their rhythm. "God I love this little body of yours so much," Shidou whispers hotly against the curve of your ear. "Every single time I see you, fuck, you don't even know how hard you make me." "Mmmmmm," your head tilts back, resting on his shoulder. "I think I do," you whine. "Yeah, can you feel it babygirl? It's all hard and deep inside of you isn't it?" he laughs, the sound sharp and hoarse in your ear. To anyone else, it might be grating, but all it's serving to do right is bridge you closer and closer to the edge. "Fuck! Ryuseiii, I'm gonna- uh! Wait- I, I-!" your eyes go cross and your body shakes with violent tremors. You bite down on your lip to try and keep quiet, but Shidou presses his hand to your lips, prying them open. "Come on now, lemme hear those sweet, sweet- fucking I'm gonna come too. Oh, fuck, fuck, yes. Fuck!" The two of you lean into one another, sweat slicking your bodies as you reach your peak together.

➜ my babygirl isagi yoichi is the easiest to get seduced by you ➜ i had this idea for a fic a long time ago where he comes home and your really needy and it was this whole ovulation type thing, but basically the point boils down to, if you want it isagi will give it ➜ in my mind, he's the most flexible to appeal to whatever type of sex you want, whether it be hard and rough or soft and loving ➜ as we all know he's super adaptable and that carries over during sex, so yay to anyone who's dating him!

Sunlight filters in through the window, the early morning glow giving everything a soft halo to it, including you. You and Isagi are laying on your sides, your chest pressed against his and your leg tossed across his hips. One of your arms are wrapped around his neck and the other trapped between your bodies, your hand intwined with his. A soft blush paints your cheeks and his, and you stare into Isagi's deep blue eyes through your lashes. His strokes are deep and send soft whimpers flowing from your lips. Each whisper of his name only sends Isagi down a path for more, more, more. "Pretty," you whisper, "you look so pretty like this Yoichi, mmm!" He huffs out a dry laugh and shakes his head. Compared to how you look right now- flushed cheeks, dilated eyes, plump lips ready for kissing- he can't imagine how he could even compare to your beauty. You clench down around him and he groans. "You feel so good," he sighs, closing his eyes. His hand squeezes yours and he leans in to nuzzle his nose against yours. "Even this early in the morning . . . how do you always feel so good?" You giggle softly, the sound dissolving into a moan. "Mmmm . . . Yoichi, I love you . . . I love you so much- mmph!" He cuts you off with a firm kiss. He can feel himself getting closer and closer to the end and an embarrassing threatens to escape his lips. For the sake of his dignity, this is the best move. His tongue brushes against yours, and your quick to return his kiss with just as much fervor. He finishes before you, but that's okay. As he says while your panting from the kiss, "It's still early. We have enough time for two- maybe three rounds. Are you okay to keep going?" All you can do is nod, and he continues earnestly, flipping you onto your back and ensuring this time you finish.

a/n: this was a beast to write, especially Shidou. Although I appreciate his freak, I fear I cannot match it as well as I would like lol, so I had to really brainstorm with his to make sure they all didn't just sound the same (˶˃⤙˂˶)

[lovemomhatepolice]

i'll make it fit - rafe cameron

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pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

warnings: sexual overtones, established relationship, fingering, teasing, unprotected sex (PROTECTED YOURSELF), this damn tiny polo!!, English is my second language!, NO SPOILERS FOR SEASON 4

belonging: NO NUT NOVEMBER!

type: totally smut (this is the first time i've written something like this, which has practically no plot at all, just sex itself. keep my fingers crossed that it didn't turn out badly!!!), small plot but really small

word count: 1,8k

summary: rafe cameron likes things too small for him.

more content: obx masterlist, rafe cameron masterlist

Mornings in Tannyhill were mostly quiet. Since Ward Cameron was dead and his entire family had moved to a house in the Bahamas, it was quiet there. Hearing of Sarah had disappeared - she was probably somewhere with her friends, again putting her life at risk, nothing new. And the only one who lived there was Rafe, who had taken over the company from his father and decided to return to the “old garbage.” Well, and you lived there too, by the side of your beloved. You couldn't have dreamed of a better life.

You were awakened by the bright rays of the sun, which rudely crept through the slightly parted curtains into your shared bedroom. You dragged yourself lightly and glanced at the clock, which was on the bedside table and, as usual, was making that unbearable sound.

After muttered under your breath, you slipped out from under the warm quilt, which, to say the least, wasn't all that necessary - after all, it was summer. But by the fact that you were in just a lace petticoat, it definitely enveloped you with a warmth that was missing.

You didn't know what time it was, but by the fact that Rafe wasn't next to you, you knew it was probably after nine o'clock. You didn't have to look for him for long, because as soon as you stepped out into the hallway from your bedroom, you heard his voice. You looked out the balcony door, which was gently open, and smiled at the sight. Rafe, in a freshly stitched buzzcut, was sitting on the couch talking on the phone. In front of him on the coffee table he had papers spread out and a laptop in which he was busily tapping something. As soon as he noticed you he sent you a slight smile, but he was so engaged in the conversation that he did nothing more. And you couldn't be passive, after all, he was wearing a beautiful blue and damn tight polo that exposed his perfectly shaped biceps. You laughed quietly, seeing him nervously tweak them as they rolled up higher and higher each time, not covering as much of his arm as they should.

Despite his serious tone on the call, his eyes would flicker toward you every few moments, his smile softening just enough to let you know he was glad you were there.

Not one to resist temptation, you decided to have a little fun. You strolled over to him, moving slowly, letting your fingers trail along the back of the couch as you circled around to where he was sitting. Rafe’s eyes darted up, narrowing slightly in a silent warning.

You didn’t make it easy for him. With a mischievous smile, you leaned over and whispered into his ear, "That polo looks a little tight, don’t you think? You might need help taking it off later."

“Uh, yeah… sure,” he said to the person on the other end of the call, clearing his throat as if to regain his composure. “Send it to the office, they'll take care of it,” he muttered, hanging up.

You moved your hands over his shoulders, gently massaging them. Rafe put the phone down on the table, closed the laptop and leaned his head against the back of the couch, looking at you.

“You know what you're doing, huh?” he parroted under his breath.

“Maybe I do,” you whispered, letting your breath tickle his skin. “Just trying to make sure my man relaxes after handling all that business.”

“And what am I supposed to do with you?” he muttered, covering yours with his hands. “Whatever you want,” you muttered, going down with your palms on his chest. “Oh, but this polo is really too small for you.” Rafe laughed under his breath and gracefully helped you past the couch so that you were now standing in front of him, between his legs. You were in just a white lace slip that didn't cover much underneath, so Rafe could immediately see your hardening nipples.

You let out a soft laugh as Rafe’s strong hands gripped your thighs, pulling you effortlessly onto his lap. You straddled him, your knees sinking into the plush cushions of the couch on either side of his hips. The way he looked up at you—like you were the only thing in the world that could hold his attention—sent a warm rush through your veins.

"So needy" He muttered, stroking your hair and putting it behind your ears. “Who would have thought that you would beg for my attentions so much?”

“I'm not begging,” you muttered, swallowing your saliva loudly.

You could have sworn that in that moment Rafe heard your loud heartbeat. And even though you had been together for more than a year, he continued to trigger the same feelings in you. “No?” he asked ironically, his hand touching your pussy, which was covered only by a thong. “I would say something else.”

“Rafe,” you muttered, gently pushing your hips out to meet him as his nimble fingers pressed your clit harder. “So wet,” he mumbled, moving your panties aside and nimbly sliding his ring and middle finger into you.

You brought your face closer to his and grabbed his jaw, bringing your lips together in a sweet kiss. It was still quiet around you, the only things you could hear were the birds and your moans, drowned out by your boyfriend's mouth.

His thumb moved to your clit, the touch was light, teasing, his fingers tracing slow circles that sent tingles up your spine. And his fingers didn't stop moving up and down, each time hitting the exact same spot. Rafe knew what the fuck he was doing, he always knew how to make you in heaven in a moment by his precise movements. He knew your body like no one else, just like you knew his.

“Cum for me, baby,” he said, moving his lips to your naked neck. You felt you were close - Rafe did the same, following the feeling as you pulsed on his fingers. You didn't have to wait long until your body shook with pleasant and familiar reflexes, and you came on his fingers, burying your head in his neck.

Rafe took his fingers out of you and put them in his mouth, sucking on them. Oh this sight and Rafe in his damn tight blue polo, was something too strong for you to go through. You moved against his lap, letting him know that this was not what you wanted. “Still eager, huh?” he laughed throatily, but you didn't have to wait long. Rafe always knew what you needed and you got it right away. "You taste so good, baby"

“Rafe please,” you muttered, clasping your small hand over his large cock, which was getting harder and harder under you. “Anything for you,” he muttered, quickly getting rid of his pants.

Without much warning, he entered you. Slowly at first, because you knew very well that he was big. And even after so many times together, you continued to feel a slight discomfort at first. But Rafe always made it fit. He couldn't resist your tight pussy, which was even screaming for his attention. “Fuck, tight as ever,” he whispered, correcting himself on the couch so that you were more comfortable. “But don't worry, I'll make it fit.”

And as he said, so he did. With agility, he began to move inside you, making both of you nothing but moaning messes.

“Wait, I want,” you said, putting your hand on his chest. On that damn sexy polo. “Oh, a princess wants to take control?” he laughed under his breath, catching you under the thighs, but as if on cue he stopped moving inside you, making you feel again how big he was inside you. You groaned involuntarily, but didn't give in. You moved nimbly on top of him, practically taking him out of your pussy every now and then, and then lowering yourself all the way down again.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Rafe groaned, his head falling back against the couch, exposing the strong line of his throat. His eyes were hooded, his lips parted as he watched you, completely entranced by the way you were moving, the way you were making him feel.

You could tell he was trying to hold back, trying to let you set the pace, but the way his fingers flexed against your skin told you just how badly he wanted to take control.

“Not yet, Rafey,” you muttered, moving even closer to him. “You deserve the best. Especially, when you're in that slutty polo"

You increased your pace, but Rafe couldn't stand it anymore either, and came against you, entering your pussy from below. At that moment your bodies were merging at the perfect moments and places, so you were already not far from orgasm. And with that, he captured your lips again, his kiss rougher this time, more urgent. There was no more teasing now-just the raw, unfiltered need that always simmered between you both, threatening to spill over the edges.

“I'm so close,” you whispered into his mouth, clamping your pussy against him every so often. “I know, baby, I can feel it,” he muttered into your mouth, gently biting your lip to reach inside again. "Mmm, so good for me"

Rafe grabbed your buttocks and with even more force began to pound his cock into you. Your tongues fought for dominance, and your hands couldn't find room on his body, clamping down on the collars of his shirt.

"Shit" he murmured into your lips, feeling as his cum shot into your pussy, making quite a mess.

Not much later you too reach climax, clenching around his dick. Exhausted, you leaned on his shoulder kissing his neck. Rafe stroked your back, still calming down after the orgasm that hit you surprisingly hard this time. You felt him smiling over your shoulder, so you shared his happiness, smiling too. You moved your head off his shoulder, looking him straight in the eyes now. He was still inside you, so every movement, made quiet sighs come out of your throats.

“What's so funny?” you asked, stroking his jaw and kissing the corner of his mouth gently.

“Maybe I should wear that tight polo more often, just to find yourself in your tight cunt again?” he laughed lightly, returning your kiss.

“Oh shut up, asshole,” you muttered, lowering yourself on top of him once more until he groaned and settled his head on the back of the couch, pulling you against him.

A/N: I know there's a lot of Rafe or Drew here lately, but I swear, when I see this man, I feel so ungodly that oh jesus, i hope you enjoyed this

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