connorjesup · 2 years ago
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Doujin isn't suppose to be created for an ulterior motive. I know that already. It's a place to create what you want, how you want. I know that well and clear.
+ bonus; Yamada Koharu being a Big Mood™
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xqueen-of-disasterx · 4 months ago
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hi, im not reall sure if you request are open but if so id like to request something. Its NoNutNovember (i know its acctually april) but R teases g!p Nat the whole month by wearing seductive sets or just nothing underneath her dress when they go out, by constantly „innocently“ bending down, randomly lightly grazing her fingertip over nats bulge when she doesnt expect is and when they watch a movie or lay in bed and out of nowhere starts to massage nats balls. And lots of dirty talk. By the end if the month nat fucks r incredibly hard. I hope its understanible english is not my mother tongue. Anyway i hope you have a great day🤍
Burning Desire
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𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: amab!Nat x fem!reader
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, top!Nat, bottom!reader, teasing (a lot), dirty talk, breeding kink, rough sex, unprotected sex, Nat has a big thing (I don’t make the rules)
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐲: NNN is surprisingly fun for you, not so much for Nat ;)
𝐀/𝐍: been a while
𝐌.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞
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Natasha was sure that any longer of this torture and she’d lose her mind, the challenge was seemingly easy enough right? Just a month of no sex and masturbation. There was no real challenge in that right? Well it wouldn’t be such a problem if her girlfriend wouldn’t take such pleasure in teasing the hell out of Nat. 
It started easy enough, some light teasing here and there. You made some dirty comment or bedding down exactly in front of Nathashas nose. Making sure to search all the skimpiest clothes from your wardrobe you could find. Whenever your skirt rode up enough to reveal yet another of her favorite sets you enjoyed seeing the noticeable bulge forming in her pants. 
GYM sessions soon became your favorite time with Natasha. Not only would she be all sweaty and pumped up but it was also the perfect opportunity to tease her, wearing some short tights which made your ass stick out even more paired with a tight sports bra had the widow going. Too bad that it was yet another few months without having her hands on you. “Oh baby” You mumbled your hands falling to her crotch, all that dominant energy suddenly fading from her eyes as she released a soft whimper. “Someones excited huh?” You mocked her as you kneeled the bulge in her pants, another set of moans escaped her throat, you'd rarely seen her so submissive for you. This NNN was a real blast for you “please baby I need it” she mewled her sweaty hair sticking to her forehead “Ah, remember the challenge Tasha, I’m sure you don’t want to admit to the boys how you only lasted a mere two weeks right?” Your hands never leaving her hard bulge, you were surprised that she hadn’t creamed her pants yet.  
She let out a long sigh but eventually stopped your hand “You’re playing unfair” She huffed before turning away completely to pick up her set of whatever exercise she was currently doing. 
Another favorite of yours was movie nights with your girlfriend, she typically chose another old bond film to watch with you. Mumbling the lines along the actors when she thought that you weren’t paying attention to her. Today was no different, she rested next to you on the couch. Her head on your shoulder, your hand playing with her red hair, until you slipped her hand under her shorts stroking her abdomen. She let out a shaky moan.
 “Baby” she sighed. You moved to tug her pants down some more revealing her gray boxers which already had a little wet patch from her pre cum on them. Your hands worked on her balls forcing more and more moans from your poor girlfriend's throat. “You’re so hard already” You chuckled not stopping just yet “This is so stupid can’t we stop now?” She whined and you almost had pity in her “Come on” You encouraged her “It’s only a few more days”  
“Just imagine my tight little pussy pulsing around your big cock” Your hands worked wonders on her balls massaging them in a way you knew it would’ve made her crazy. “Wouldn’t you like that, Natty?” She hummed, pushing her head in your neck in a desperate attempt to distract herself.   
In the night of the first december she woke you up in the middle of the night with wet kisses on your neck. “Baby, are you awake” she whispered her kisses open mouthed all over your neck. You took a glance at the glock on the nightstand, 4:05 AM, Natsha was always a night owl. “Can I fuck you please” She mewled licking your skin, you were surprised by her iron will that she could last for so long. 
You nodded excitedly to finally feel her inside of you again “Yes, baby, I need it too” She hands ran down your torso, pushing up the oversized shirt you wore to sleep. Her hands found your tits pushing them together, the sight of it forced a moan from her throat. “I wanna suck on your tits” She whined looking at you with puppy eyes “Go ahead baby” you chuckled enjoying how desperate she had gotten over this month. 
Her mouth found your nipple tugging on it, enjoying how your face twisted in pain and pleasure. She sucked on your nipple, before licking all over your chest “Fuck, you’re so good at this” You cried out carching your body into her touch, letting your hands fly in her hair. She moved onto the other side letting her teeth scrape over her soft skin. She didn’t stop until you were decorated in her marks. She kissed down your stomach in the process, tugging your panties down your legs. 
She kissed your pubic bone taking in your scent, she watched how messy you were already slick running down her legs. Her fingers find your button to play with it. She rubbed tight circles over your clit making you mewl. You were so desperate already she was sure her dick would slip right in. You wanted you scold her for teasing so much with her feather-like touches, but you let her have the power over you after teasing her all month.  
She grabbed onto her hips, twisting you around to lay on your chest. She pulled up her hips positioning herself behind you. She kissed down your spin rubbing her dick between your legs brushing over your clit, making you mewl in the process. “Fuck, Nat I’m ready” You clinged to your pillow “Go in, please” She lined herself up pushing her penis inside your tight heat. You moaned at her stretch crying out for more. She let you adjust to her size for a couple of minutes before she thrusted in and out. 
Her thrust became faster and faster until she hammered inside of you, you could feel her tip brushing against your cervix. She panted like a dog above you rutting inside of you like her life dependent on it. “Fuck, I need to fill you up, gonna make you a mommy… wouldn’t you like that?” She slapped your ass “All round full of my kids” She was crazy for you, just as much as you were for her. “Please fill me up, I need your cum inside of me” 
You clenched around her dick squeezing you tight, you were so incredibly close just like you. “Fuck, Nat I’m close” You moaned “Cum with me please” She fastened her hips again before you cried out in your own orgasm. When she was sure you came first she let go herself, her hips slowing down to unrhyming thrusts. You felt her cum deep inside your womb, dripping out when she pulled out to collapse beside you. 
You crawled to her side enjoying the closeness to your girlfriend after intimacy. “Hey” You mumbled kissing her lips “Hey yourself” She threw her arms over your back keeping you close on her chest. “Round two?” 
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verstappen-cult · 5 months ago
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Hiiii I love your lestappen stories, they are so good!!🥰🥰 I was wondering if you could write one where the reader is studying really hard for her final exams (she's so so stressed about it) and her boys help her relax a little 💗💗
gwen’s message. this is so me because i’m studying reaaaally hard for some exams i have to take next week and i just want lestappen to give me kisses and massages. 🥺
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“Baby, you should take a break.” Charles says as he leans against the door.
You take your glasses off and rub the sleep from your eyes. “I can’t. I have all these papers to read and a lot of classes to catch up on.”
Max, who has been keeping you company since you started studying early this morning, scrolling through his phone, looks at you. “You can take at least fifteen minutes, it’ll do you good.”
“Max is right,” Charles walks into the room, stopping right behind you. “You need breaks between all the studying, or you’re going to fry your brains.”
You know they are right, but you also know that you need a good grade to pass the exams or you’re going to have to take them again; and you don’t want that.
“Just fifteen minutes.” You sigh, resting the back of your head against Charles’ chest.
His hands immediately find your shoulders and starts massaging all the stress off your body.
“Now, come here,” Max opens his arms, while getting comfortable against the pillows, and you don’t even need to think about it to climb on the bed. “Just lie down and relax.” He says as he makes way for you to lie down between his legs, your back to his chest.
“I’m gonna grab some oil and I’ll be right back.”
You barely have time to process your boyfriend’s words because your brain shuts off the moment you feel Max’s lips on yours. It’s barely a kiss, definitely not enough, and it leaves you wanting for more.
Max laughs when you chase after his lips and he just places a little peck on your cheek, making you groan.
Charles sits at the foot of the bed and gets rid of your socks. “You should try to sleep.” He whispers as his oily hands start giving you the best foot massage of your life.
You close your eyes, feeling one pair of hands on your temples and the other rubbing your feet and legs. It’s relaxing and definitely what you needed.
You wouldn’t have taken a break if it weren’t for your favorite boys. Always making sure you’re taking care of yourself. And taking care of you.
“Could — ” You swallow, feeling all the blood in your body rushing to your cheeks because you’re about to admit something you swore you wouldn’t in front of them. “Could you talk about racing, please? I know it’s weird but it relaxes me.”
They’re silent for far too long. But then, just as you’re about to apologise and run away, you hear them giggling; your favorite sound in the world.
“It’s not weird at all, schatje.” Max kisses the top of your head and you feel a little silly for ever thinking that they would make fun of you.
You can hear Charles’ smirk when he speaks, “You want us to talk about something specific?”
You think for a second.
“About Austria 2022.”
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lemonlover1110 · 8 months ago
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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬
Satoru Gojo
[Chapter 21] The Right Decision
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The rest of your trip runs smoothly. Thankfully, Satoru didn’t try to pull another stunt that made you want to gouge his eyes out. Ren is over the moon by going to the beach daily, going to new places to explore, trying new delicious food, and what matters the most, spending time with his mother and father. Sadly, his vacation can’t last forever.
Ren is gloomy the day before you’re supposed to leave, begging you and his father to stay a little longer. Satoru wants to say yes, and he would in a heartbeat if he didn’t have to work. As much as it pains him, he can’t give up everything to be a father. The next best solution is wait for Ren to leave you alone for a minute just to ask, 
“How about I extend your vacation for another week? I’ll leave, and Sayo probably won’t stay either. Just you and Ren.” And it’s tempting. You really want to say yes, but you also want to go back and resolve other issues. Plus, Ren is getting accustomed to getting whatever he wants, and you’re worried that he might become more like his father which is something that you definitely don’t want.
“We can come back some other time. It’s about time I go home.” You answer, and he nods in response. And as selfish as it sounds, Satoru is happy that you declined because he hates the idea of spending a week without seeing his son. It’s crazy to think that he lived a whole life before Ren, and the moment the little boy came into his life, Ren became everything to Satoru.
“Alright… Guess we have to make the most out of today so Ren cheers up.” Satoru says, glancing at his baby boy who’s plopped down on the couch, lamenting himself because he has to leave soon. Unluckily for everyone, it’s a rainy day outside. 
“There’s really not much we can do.” You tell him, and Satoru sighs. He wishes there was something he could do to make the sun come out, but no amount of money can control that. Satoru ponders, wondering what he can do to cheer his son up.
“I got it.” His eyes light up, and he runs upstairs. You furrow your brows in confusion before walking over to sit beside Ren. Your hand runs up and down his back, attempting to soothe him.
“I don’t wanna go home. I like it here.” He kicks his feet into the couch, and you make sure to keep your distance. Ren doesn’t want to go home, he likes it here. He’s with both of you the entire day, and you’re giving him all of your attention, how can he not like it? He knows the moment you go back, things will go back to normal. He’s gotten used to this, he doesn’t want to go back to normal.
��We have to, Ren. Your granny and grammy miss you, and I have to get back to my job.” You tell him, hoping that mentioning his grandmothers will make him reconsider. He loves them with all his heart, but truthfully, he prefers spending the entire day with you.
“I want to stay!” He yells, and a sigh escapes your lips as you pinch the bridge of your nose. He needs to let it out, you know he’s upset. But he shouldn’t be using his voice like that. 
“We’re not coming back if you keep throwing a tantrum.” You warn him before standing up and going to your bedroom. You don’t want to yell at him, so removing yourself from the situation is the best thing to do. Ren is still going to throw his tantrum, and you can only talk about the situation after. 
“I’m here!” You hear Satoru yell from the living room. You’re going to leave him to handle it, not making an effort to get up from bed. Until Satoru calls out your name, and you groan before getting up and walking over to the living room. You smile, seeing how Ren’s demeanor has changed, kneeling down on the floor in front of the coffee table, waiting for his father to open up the box that he brought down. “I remembered I had a board game here.”
“Is this the home you used to come to as a kid?” You ask, wondering why he has the board game with him. Satoru nods in response, sitting down beside the coffee table to open the old box.
 He used to play this game with his dad after getting home from the beach. It’s a game that’s more fun when played with more than two people, but Satoru didn’t really have that option. Regardless, he still had fun with his dad. Growing up, the only time that Satoru actually spent with his parents was the little vacations that they had yearly. He has very fond memories of this place, and of the board game that he opens.
“I haven’t played this in years, I have to read the rules again.” Satoru can’t help but laugh as he takes out every piece. He remembers every time being so excited to tell you about the game, begging his father to take the game back home or buy a new one for his house so he could play with you, but both of them always forgot. Luckily, he gets to play with you for the first time, and with your son as well.
“Take all the time you need.” You answer. Your eyes fall on your son, noting his somewhat puffy eyes. You ask him, “Are you better, Ren?”
“I am.” He nods. Pulling out the game completely changed his attitude. You can’t get too mad at him, he just got into this world. He’s just figuring things out, slowly learning that he can’t get everything even if his father wants to give him the world. 
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Like father, like son. Both are sore losers. After losing to you, both have pouty faces and you swear Ren is on the verge of tears. Ren doesn’t nap anymore, but you decide that after all his crying, you’ll put him to bed. You cuddle with him until Ren falls asleep, and once you’re sure he’s dreaming, you get up from bed and leave your bedroom. 
Satoru’s in the living room, going through his phone. You don’t want to be alone with him so you hope that going to the kitchen and getting yourself a glass of water will give him the hint. He can go to his bedroom and scroll through his phone there. However, when he hears you, he says, “Come join me!”
You sigh, but you still walk over to the couch and take a seat on the other end. You pull out your phone, while he turns his off. It’s completely silent for a minute before he clears his throat and asks, “Are you still talking to Suguru?”
“Does it concern you?” You quickly reply. It’s not his business, especially when he doesn’t tell you what’s going on with him and Sayo.
“I want to know if he’s the possible stepfather to my son.” Satoru answers, and you furrow your eyebrows. You put your phone down and look at him before tilting your head to the side.
“What about you and Sayo? She’s the stepmother to my son and you have yet to tell me a thing about your relationship with her.” You respond, and he purses his lips together. You’re right, you’re absolutely right, but this isn’t about him. “I have no idea about your arrangement with her either… The one that she mentioned.”
“We don’t have an arrangement.” Satoru scratches the back of his neck, clearly nervous about the question. He’s not with her out of love, he’s made that clear. Yet… Why is he denying it?
“The same way Suguru and I have nothing going on.” You answer, hoping that’ll make him speak. Although you aren’t lying, you feel as if you have nothing going on with Suguru right now. You’re avoiding his calls and texts, you definitely don’t have a future together after this. “Look, Satoru. I just want the truth, an explanation to everything. Maybe some closure.” 
The man takes a deep breath, and you know that he’s about to tell you the truth. You can read him like a book. Satoru bites down his lip before confessing, “I didn’t marry her out of love but out of convenience.”
That’s certainly a start, although you aren’t too shocked. Maybe you are a bit surprised since you assumed they fell out of love instead of straight up thinking it was arranged. He takes another deep breath before he says,
“When my father died, my mom knew that I wouldn’t be trusted with his spot… Since I was considered too immature. Also for other business purposes, merging the company that Sayo’s family owns with our own.” He begins, and you feel a pain that you haven’t felt in years. A sudden pain that consumes your body in a matter of seconds, and it only gets worse with his words. “There was another promising candidate that would’ve handled the job while I finished my studies, and my mom was scared that we would lose control. I’ve never been too well liked by them.”
You look down at the couch, feeling your eyes getting glossy as he speaks. You thought you were over this, you really were. He continues speaking, “Getting married to Sayo was my mom’s great solution… Getting married to a woman with status would show how mature I was, ready to take the spot.”
“And… I agreed. We would get married and stay like that until I had my job. I could show that I was great at what I was entrusted to do, and then I would get a divorce.” He explains, and you exhale. Your nails dig into the fabric of your pants, trying your best not to cry… This is why he did it. Money. Money was more important to him than your relationship.
He changed his number and completely blocked you out of his life. He treated you like he always did when you weren’t convenient to him. With contempt and superiority. As he speaks, you realize that you will never manage to be together without some kind of issue.
“I– I’m sorry.” He says, as his hand goes to your hand, but you jerk it out. It’s no surprise that he didn’t want to tell you, he’s right for not telling you. You almost would’ve preferred to hear that he left you because of love for someone else. 
You try not to let a single tear slip even though your heart breaks again. You would’ve left anything and everything behind for him, yet he didn’t even think twice before leaving you. And Satoru feels speechless as you’re on the verge of tears. He tells you, “It was a dumb decision, and given the option again, I would leave everything behind for you and for Ren.”
You stand up from the couch. You suddenly feel suffocated in the room. He wouldn’t choose you if he had the option, he’s only do it for Ren, and that realization makes it hard for you to breathe. But you’re glad he did it. It wasn’t his first time, just this time you realized you would never be his first option.
“No, you made the right decision.” You try to smile at him, attempting to hide the fact that tears are streaming down your cheeks. “Thank you for picking right.”
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inkdrinkerworld · 5 months ago
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You're little corner of the world seems so cozy! I love your background pic 🫶🏻
If you wouldn't mind, could you write a polymarauders story with an autistic female reader? Where she shows autistic traits but doesn't realize what she's doing until Remus asks her about her autism and she's like "what"? Symptoms shown are stimming and going nonverbal whilst watching a movie at home with the boys.
Thanks love!
You’re wringing your hands to all hell as the movie plays on the tv screen. Your boyfriends had wanted to watch an action horror and while you weren’t opposed to horror, this one had your heart racing.
Remus is in the kitchen getting you more kettle corn, James is laying on the loveseat waiting for his return and Sirius’ head is in your lap.
You’re all a picture of cosiness, the rain outside beating down on the roof while you’ve all opted for long sleeved sweaters and fluffy blankets across your laps. Still, the comfort of both the weight of Sirius, James near you and your blankets isn’t enough to help you not twist and pull at your fingers.
“Doing alright, doll?” Sirius asks, turning in your lap so he can look at you. His question isn’t loud enough to pull James from the macabre scenes on the tv; at least not yet.
“Mhm,” Sirius’ eyes narrow as you push the joint of your thumb.
“Need me to find something else for us to watch?” That would honestly be ideal, but you’ve all been wanting to watch this for weeks.
“No, I think it just needs to get past this part and I’ll be okay.”
Remus comes back just as Sirius sits up, changing his position so you’re laying in his lap instead.
“Everything okay?” James asks as Remus keeps hold of the popcorn bowl.
“Fine, think she’s just overstimulated with the scenes right now.” Sirius says softly, not wanting you to feel bad but also not wanting to hide anything from your boyfriends.
You’re not upset by it; though you do wish James wouldn’t look at you in as much horror as he is now.
James is ready to flick off the tv and find something else for you to look at when you shake your head.
“S’okay Jamie, I’ll be better once this is over.” You sound less sure than you’d like to. James pauses the movie anyhow.
Remus sets the kettle corn down and kneels in front of you, holding onto your ankle.
“Dovey,” his voice quiet but not one you can lie to. It’s hard to lie to any of them, but Remus is even harder to lie to. “If you need us to change the movie it’s no biggie. We can watch it another day.”
You’re thankful Remus doesn’t say ‘on a better day,’ today hasn’t been bad, this was just a sudden shift.
You hold his eyes, Sirius stroking your cheek as James stands, not able to bear the fact that he’s the only one with his hands off you.
“Can we look at something else?” James breathes a relieved sigh, looking through your favourite set of movies.
“Thank you,” you say quietly, not wanting to look at any of them in their eyes. There’s a little bubble of shame, that you can’t sit still for a two hour movie because your mind is whirring and overstimulated.
“Stop it, baby.” James says, opening his arms to you and you rush over. James lets you tuck your head under his chin, his big arms holding you close to him as you relax. Sirius and Remus cuddle up next to the two of you, not even minding that you all hardly fit on the loveseat.
“Legally Blonde okay, poppet?” you nod, stretching to kiss all your boyfriends on their head, cuddling right up between them as Elle Woods braves your screen.
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mamaestapa · 11 months ago
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Lazy Mornings|| Jack Hughes x reader
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•pairing: Jack Hughes x reader
•summary: You and Jack spend all morning cuddling in bed
•warnings: fluff, jack being the cutest boy ever<3
a/n: requested by bestie, the amazing @emaanemaa aka mrs. hischier. i love you so so much🤍
You woke up to the feeling of Jacks arm's wrapped tightly around your body, pulling you close so your back was pressed against his bare torso. You carefully turned around in your boyfriends embrace, not wanting to wake him from his deep, peaceful sleep. You smiled softly as you admired how the glow of the early morning sun illuminated his features.
Jack always looked so peaceful while he slept.
You pulled your arm out from under him, reaching out to stroke wisps of his brown hair away from his eyes. Jack stirred next to you, his embrace loosening slightly as his eyelids fluttered open. He let out a yawn as his soft blue eyes looked into yours. A small smile pulled at his lips.
"Morning pretty girl." He greeted softly, his voice laced with sleep.
The raspiness of his morning voice made your heart flutter. You smiled sleepily at your boyfriend, "Morning Jackie."
His embrace tightened around you once again as he planted a sweet kiss to your forehead. You hummed contently at the feeling of his lips. Jack pulled his lips away from your forehead before adjusting the position the two of you were laying in. Once Jack was laying flat on his back, you wrapped your arms around his upper body and nuzzled your head into his neck. Jack hummed and wrapped his arms around your body.
"You're extra cuddly this morning." He observed with a sly smile. You giggled softly at his words, nuzzling your nose into his neck and bringing yourself even closer to his body--which was almost impossible, since you were practically on top of him already. Jack's hands started to slowly run down your body, his fingertips dancing along your bare shoulders as you laid in a comfortable silence.
After a few minutes of just holding each other, Jack tried to remove his arm from underneath you. The feeling of his hold on you loosening made you whine softly. You gripped him tighter, not wanting him to let go of you.
"Baby," Jack chuckled, "you know I have to go to practice."
"No you don't," you softly mumbled into his neck, your breath sending shivers down Jack's spine, "just stay with me."
Maybe he didn't have to go to practice...
Jack nuzzled his cheek across the top of your head, humming softly as he continued to stroke your soft skin in a soothing, rhythmic manner.
"As much as I would love to stay in bed with you," he sighed softly, "you know I can't Y/n. The team needs me."
I need you more.
You stayed silent. You really didn't want Jack to go to practice today. As soon as your eyes opened this morning, you knew it would be a stay in bed with Jack all day type of day. It was nearing finals week at your University so you were extremely stressed, but along with all the studding you were also trying to make it to all of Jack’s games to support him. This made you overwhelmed to the point where it was all piling up and you just needed to take a day. A day where you did nothing but lay in bed, wrapped up in the arms of your loving boyfriend.
Your silence caused Jack to frown. It wasn't like you to stay silent with him. He looked down at you as he gently brought his hand up to caress the side of your face, "Is something wrong?" you shook your head ''no". You took a deep breath, closing your eyes and smiling as the smell of his lingering cologne from last night filled your nostrils. Jack gently nudged you, causing you to lift your head up from his chest. Jack smile softly at you as he slowly stroked your cheek with his thumb. You looked into his blue green eyes that you find yourself getting lost in all the time. Jack didn't say anything to you. He didn't need to. Those blue eyes said it all, pleading with you to tell him what was bothering you this morning.
You let out soft sigh, "I'm just having one of those days."
"One of those cuddle with Jack in bed all day type of days?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. You nodded, smiling softly at him. Your boyfriend smiled sweetly as he squeezed you gently against him.
"I'm just stressed with school. Finals week is no joke," you sighed again, "plus I'm trying to be a good girlfriend and make it to all of your games."
"You're a good girlfriend regardless if you go to all of my games or not, sweetheart." Jack lovingly placed a kiss on your forehead, "You're the best, and I am so proud of you." You smiled softly at him, knowing that he wasn't just referring to your accomplishments with your studies.
"I love you so much Jackie." You said wholeheartedly as you looked into your boyfriends soft eyes.
"I love you more beautiful," He let out a soft sigh as you laid your head back down on his chest. Jack instinctively brought a hand up to your upper back, stroking your skin with his fingertips as he spoke, "and I want nothing more than to spend the day cuddling with my girl."
hi loves!!
this was supposed to be posted like weeks ago for a bet i had going with @emaanemaa… BUT LIFE HAPPENED LOL and i literally could not do anything but focus on school for a couple weeks
anyways, just a cute little jack blurb for ya to start off all the updates i’ll be posting the next few weeks ;)
thank you all for being so patient and so supportive! you are all truly the best and i’m so thankful for all of you🤍
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sansaorgana · 3 months ago
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I just need to know how buck would react to his wife Breastfeeding! I feel like he is definitely a tits kind of man
oh, darling, let's be real – he's a ✨personality ✨ kind of man 🤭😂 but yeah, I agree 👀 also, I love him being a softie so much 😌 I didn't put any warnings but I assume you know already what to expect from this fic lol 🍼
🔞 THIS FIC IS 18+ 🔞
my requests are currently closed 🙅🏻‍♀️
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Usually, it was Buck who would leave the bed in the middle of the night to bring the crying baby to you but today he seemed to be so deep in his sleep that no amount of your daughter’s screaming was waking him up. You sighed and caressed his hair softly without wanting to wake him up – he deserved his rest as well, after all, and it had been a long and tiring week for him at work.
You got out of the bed and put a robe loosely upon your nightgown as you slid your feet inside a pair of slippers waiting for you on the carpet. Softly and quietly you left the bedroom and hurried to the nursery where your little girl was crying her lungs out.
“Hey, shh, shh,” you cooed to her while picking her up after turning a small lamp on. It was not very bright and perfect for the nighttime when little Dolores was getting hungry.
You sat with her on the rocking chair by the window and kept shushing her softly, trying to unbutton your nightgown clumsily with your free hand while keeping her steady with your other arm.
“Don’t cry, little one, don’t wake daddy up, he needs his rest,” you smiled at her and adjusted her in your arms so she could finally get fed as you watched her tiny features in awe. You were still quite sleepy but you would never change anything. Sleep was not as important as spending time with your baby.
Lost in thoughts and Dolly’s sweet little face, you didn’t notice Buck leaning on the doorway and watching you with the same amount of love as you were staring at your babygirl with.
When you looked up for a second, you got startled at the sight of him and then you chuckled.
“Sorry,” he mumbled out. “I woke up and you weren’t there but there was a light coming from the hall so I knew where you went,” he explained with a soft smile.
“You should have stayed in bed, love,” you whispered to him.
“And miss this? No way,” your husband approached you and crouched down next to you so he could see Dolly’s face, too. She opened her eyes and looked at him as she kicked her little feet. Buck grabbed them and caressed them gently. “Isn’t she perfect?” He looked up at you and gasped.
“Yes, she is,” you nodded but you furrowed your brow at his gasp. “What is it?”
“You’re a goddess, really,” he admitted and you felt your cheeks heating up.
“Oh, Gale, please,” you dismissed that praise shyly.
“I mean it,” Buck whispered and gently let go of Dolly’s feet to caress your cheek with his finger. “After everything I’ve been through, all that death and darkness… You’re a beacon of light, a life-giver, a mother,” he explained. “And I will forever worship you for that.”
You cracked a smile at his words and fought the tears forming in your eyes.
“I wish you haven’t gone through any of that,” you confessed, nearly inaudibly.
“But I have and maybe thanks to that I can appreciate what I have even more,” Buck nodded.
“You’ve always been a good man,” you reminded him and it was true. Your husband had always been kind and generous and a gentleman. You had never complained about anything that actually mattered. He didn’t deserve any of the suffering he had been through and he certainly hadn’t needed it to help him shape his character because he had simply always been a good man.
Even in that dim light you could see your husband’s cheeks turning slightly pink. He was adorable, like a little boy. You wished you could hold him close and make all his pain go away, all the awful memories, all the nightmares, all the triggers. You just wanted him to relax, you wanted to give him peace.
Little Dolly squealed a bit and you looked down to see her mouth curling up in a small smile as droplets of milk were dripping down her chin. You chuckled at that and lifted her up as Buck took a tissue from the changing table to wipe her face gently.
“I’ll take her,” he offered and you let him take the baby. Buck started to carry her around while patting her back delicately and you wiped the milk leaking out of your breast swiftly before buttoning the nightgown up.
You kept sitting in the rocking chair and watching your lovely husband walking around the small nursery that he had prepared by himself before Dolly’s arrival to this world. And now was humming a lullaby to his little girl and everything seemed to be so perfect and cosy. You couldn’t be happier than that, you thought.
When Dolly could be placed back in her crib, Buck made sure to watch over her until she fell asleep. He told you to go back to the bedroom and even though you felt guilty that once again he was the one to stay up in the nursery, you were grateful for him telling you to rest instead.
You were still weak after the childbirth and all the pregnancy and he was just one of those husbands who actually appreciated their wives for carrying their children for them. He was tired after this previous week, too, but he knew his exhaustion was no match compared to yours.
So, you went back to the bedroom and you sat up with the pillows behind your back because you wanted to wait for him. You weren’t that sleepy anymore but you were grateful for the possibility of going back to bed – especially your spine was very happy about it.
Buck came back not so long after you since it never took Dolly long to fall asleep in the middle of the night after being fed. You hoped it would stay this way. In general, so far she had been a quite unproblematic child of a gentle nature and you suspected it was a trait she had after her father.
Buck went under the cover and laid down next to you, looking up at you with his pretty puppy eyes as he leaned in to kiss your tummy.
“You sleepy, darling? Want me to turn the light off?” You asked him and caressed his hair.
“It’s fine. I want to stay up and keep looking at you for a while,” he admitted and you giggled.
“You’re mad,” you pointed out playfully.
“Sure I am. Mad about you,” Buck answered and you rolled your eyes as you kept caressing his hair and face – gently, with your fingertips, tracing the outlines of the thin scars scattered all over his face.
“I love you,” you whispered with all seriousness.
“I love you, too,” he whispered back with a soft smile.
There were many other things that had been told between you two with those three words but you didn’t have to actually list them all out loud. Your “I love you” was enough to thank him for his sacrifice, for surviving the war and coming back to you. It was enough to let him know you would take it all away from him if it was possible. And his “I love you, too” was enough for you to know that he knew what you meant and he thanked you for understanding and for waiting for him, for always treating him so kind and soft – for giving him a baby, too.
Buck moved closer to you and buried his face in your nightgown, breathing in your scent. You kept playing with his hair and sighed softly when he looked up with a smile.
“It smells so sweet,” he whispered and you furrowed your brow because you hadn’t used any perfume before going to bed. “The milk, I assume,” he added and unbuttoned two of the small buttons of your nightgown to bury his face deeper into your chest and take a deep breath in. “Yeah, it’s the milk,” he nodded.
“It tastes sweet, too,” you told him with a smirk and Buck tilted his head as he kept looking up at your face.
“How do you know?” He chuckled.
“Sometimes, when it leaks out on my fingers, I am too lazy to wipe it off and I just lick it off of my fingers,” you confessed. “Well, I was pretty curious about it, too,” you told him, hoping he wouldn’t judge you.
But Buck would never judge you.
He swallowed a lump in his throat and looked down between your breasts as if he was contemplating on something. Finally, he looked up again and his cheeks were crimson red.
“Can I… Can I taste it, too?” He asked.
You were taken aback by this question. Not that you found it obscene or disgusting but you definitely did not expect your husband to request such a thing.
“Yes, my love, of course,” you smiled at him with a nod and began to work on your buttons. You would never deny him anything.
“Only if… If it’s still gonna be enough for Dolly in the morning,” Buck interrupted you by placing his hand on top of yours.
“Don’t worry about that, sweetheart, she’s gonna have enough,” you assured him with a chuckle and he nodded.
Buck watched in awe when you kept unbuttoning your nightgown – a sight he had seen many times now but this time it was different. It was only for him and you were doing it slowly, which was done on purpose to give him a little show. It felt intimate on a level he had never been with you before although he had never thought it possible.
He nearly moaned at the sight of your swollen breasts jumping out of your nightgown. They had gotten so big due to your pregnancy and he was obsessed with them even more than usual now. A simple thought that they were swollen with milk for his baby was enough to make him have impure thoughts sometimes. He had always worshipped you and the ground you walked on but you becoming a mother of his child only intensified the feeling – he couldn’t believe his happiness, really. The woman he loved so much was loving him back and she wanted to give him a family even though she had to sacrifice so much and her body was a real miracle for actually being able to grow a child and give birth… For Buck you truly were a goddess and he couldn’t care less if it was a blasphemy or not.
Carefully, he touched your breasts and you hissed quietly because they were so sore and sensitive. But Buck knew that already so he was trying to be as gentle as possible when he softly massaged them and watched the milk leak out. He allowed it to flow for some time and only when your breasts were covered in white streamlets, he licked them up while peppering your skin with kisses.
“So sweet,” he said and looked up as you noticed his pupils darkening. You knew that look very well.
“Baby, it’s too early for us to…” You started.
“I know, don’t worry,” he interrupted you and moved up a little to get better access. “I won’t hurt you,” he assured you and you believed him because Buck would never do anything to harm you.
He attached his lip to your nipple and began to suck. You sighed out of relief and threw your head back while caressing his hair and feeling how his muscles relax under your touch. It was all you wanted for him – to finally rest and be at peace, to feel safe in your arms.
His soft, plump lips sucking on your sore nipples softly were making you feel warm all over your body. You were sighing and gasping with pleasure as the hardness of his cock grew, brushing your thigh under the fabric of his pyjama pants.
You felt bad for him because he wouldn’t be able to properly fuck you in two more weeks so you decided to please him in a different way. One of your hands wandered all the way down and under his pants to take his hard and swollen cock. You could already feel the leaking precum and you had to admit, you were pretty surprised that sucking your breasts could make him get so hard so fast but on the other hand you two hadn’t had sex in over a month now.
“Ooh, so heavy. Let me help you with that, baby,” you moaned at the feeling.
With your other hand you kept caressing the back of his head as you started to pump his cock. Buck moaned into your chest and attached his lips to the other nipple as his hands played with your free breast. He bucked his hips to help you jerk him off since he was so desperate to finally have his sweet release. He was nearly as desperate as he had been after coming back home from Europe but you didn’t mind that at all. In fact, you found it pretty hot that he was so needy for you and that it wasn’t taking much for him to finish because of you.
“Shh, you’re such a good boy for me,” you assured him in a whisper. “Let go, baby, don’t hold back.”
You picked up your pace and let your thumb circle around his tip to stimulate him even further and in a few chaotic thrusts of his hips, he came all over your hand while gasping and holding on to you. You kissed the top of his head with a soft smile and caressed his softening cock a few more times before reaching out to your nightstand for a tissue to clean up the mess.
“Did it feel good?” You asked, looking down at his face. His pretty baby blue eyes were hazy and his lips slightly parted. His flushed cheeks and messy hair were making him look even more adorable.
“It felt like heaven,” he breathed out.
You chuckled at that and wiped the corners of his mouth with another tissue to clean him up from your milk before cleaning up your breasts, too. Buck rolled over to lay on his back as he ran his hand through his hair and down his face.
“We can do it more often if you want to,” you told him after throwing the tissues away. “It felt nice… Such a relief,” you told him truthfully. “Sometimes she doesn’t drink enough and I am too full,” you added and rested your cheek on your elbow as you stared at his face lovingly.
Buck turned his face around to look into your eyes. He was still blushing slightly but he cracked a shy smile at you.
“Yeah, well, I’m your husband and it’s my duty to help you then, is it not?” He raised an eyebrow and you giggled before leaning in to kiss his cheek and then the top of his nose and lips.
“You’re an amazing husband, darling. Performing all of your duties so well that you should get a medal for that,” you teased him playfully.
“I don’t collect my medals,” he reminded you. He still didn’t collect the ones he had been given in Europe.
“Oh, this one you will,” you assured him with a wink. “Just give me two weeks.”
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MASTERLIST || BUCK MASTERLIST
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There is love in me, I swear (tell me there's something in you, too)
let me wrap my teeth around the world - series masterlist here
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pairing: poly marauders x reader (gender neutral)
length: 1.3k
genre: fluff, hurt/comfort
warnings: slytherin reader, they're all big partiers, reader has a bad attitude but in a nice lovable way
a/n: I warned everyone that I would be posting for someone new and now you all must suffer the consequences xoxo but also do please be nice abt it I beg
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There's always an air of confidence amongst the three of them, the way they lounge on one of the larger couches in the Gryffindor common room, legs overlapping and shoulders pushed up against one another. They're completely at ease, your brain supplies as you step up to them, and you remember vaguely that people have said the same about you more times than you can count.
There's none of that from you now, though, as you perch on the armrest and look down at James's beaming smile.
"Hey lovely, what brings you here?" The way he lets an arm grip your waist is natural, pulling you closer so that your hip is against his shoulder.
"Finally needed to come up for air? Snake pit getting to be a bit much, hm?" Sirius's tone holds no real malice and neither does the glare you shoot him or Remus's chiding look. 
"Came up here for some peace and quiet. Guess I'm not getting that, though," you shoot back good-naturedly, a hand running through James's hair as he begins to let his thumb rub circles on your hip where his arm is anchored around you.
"You, uh, came up to the Gryffindor common room for peace and quiet, love?" says Remus, amusement tinting his voice. You let your bottom lip jut out slightly in response.
"Desperate times. They're getting ready to throw another rager tonight and I'm just too tired for that," you say, a long sigh leaving your lips as you speak. James pauses his soothing hands to pull away from you enough to look up at your face, his brows furrowed and eyes big in that worried way of his. Remus and Sirius have perked up as well, and you find yourself sitting straighter at the attention.
"...You feeling alright, sweet thing?" Sirius asks. Your mouth falls open in shock.
"I'm not - I'm not that much of an alcoholic. I don't need to go to every party - you three aren't there, either." You look back and forth between the three focused gazes.
"Yea, but… what's a Slytherin party without you there? That's like - there wouldn't be a Gryffindor party without us." James points out. You arch a brow at him.
"Maybe you three just think too highly of yourselves," you respond dryly. Sirius barks out a laugh from where he's lying across Remus' lap and James makes a big show of pretending to be offended.
"Wasn't it you who called us Gryffindor's golden boys last week, dove?" Remus points out, a smile stretching across his face. You glare back.
"Alright, you can all shut up now. I didn't come up here to be accosted." You say haughtily, but Remus's smile doesn't falter and Sirius coos at you the way you assume he'd coo at something rather small and fluffy. You sniff indignantly and plant yourself more firmly on the armrest while James makes some gentle attempts to pull you down onto the couch next to him.
"Come on, lovely," James tries to coax you. You look down at him indignantly. "You can relax. It's just us," he prompts, smoothing a hand over your back. You shoot him another withering glare and, when met by nothing but his beaming smile, let your stubbornness slacken just enough that he can haul you up off the armrest, manhandling him so that you're suddenly squished on the couch between him and Remus, Sirius still lounging on his lap.
Remus puts an arm around you, the weight familiar as it falls over your shoulders and you begin to slump into it despite your stubbornness. 
"Aw, your ice melts so fast for us, baby," Sirius teases, leaning to poke your cheek gently with his forefinger. 
"I'll break that finger, Black," you shoot back, but there's no fight left in your voice. Sirius just laughs, leaning even more to press a kiss to your cheek, instead. You deflate a bit more, relaxing into the cushions and the heat of James pressed against you. He visibly sweetens at that, leaning towards you to press his own kisses up and down the side of your neck as Remus's fingers tangle with the hair at the nape of your neck, massaging slightly. 
"Alright, alright," you murmur, voice breathy as you squirm under the attention. Remus eases up, his arm wrapping around your shoulders once more to let you relax against him, James pulling back to look at you fondly. 
"Sorry, lovely," he flashes another smile. "Don't mean to overwhelm you."
"I'm fine," you say stubbornly. Sirius giggles in a way that you're sure means he doesn't believe you, and the faces of the other two reflect that sentiment. They let the silence hang, though, letting you gather your bearings.
"It's not fair," is all you finally say, in a voice too small to be your own. "I always know exactly what I'm doing and what I'm saying and what I'm feeling - until you three show up. Then I don't - I don't know." No one responds immediately and you wince internally, as you're sure it's so that they can all choose their words carefully. Like you're some kind of timebomb, your mind prompts you. Like they're waiting for you to just explode.
"I do," Sirius supplies, his voice carrying a sombre air that it doesn't typically. "I know what you mean, love."
"No you don't," you murmur petulantly, but he takes it good-naturedly, his face softening with nothing but love. The other two stay quiet - it's like they've suddenly stepped into a private conversation, even though they've been there the whole time.
"Sometimes," Sirius begins carefully. Tick, tick, tick, your mind reminds you. You bite your lip at your own perceived volatility. "When we're not loved the way we should be, it just takes a while to get used to suddenly having it. I… I do know how that feels, love." Your shoulders tighten at his words, something that feels almost like guilt burning in the back of your throat.
"I'm sorry, Sirius - I didn't mean -"
"Don't apologize. There's nothing to forgive. You haven't done anything wrong here. You aren't doing anything wrong with us." You bite your lips harder at Siriuis' words, his gentleness, tasting a hint of copper in your mouth when you bite too hard. Remus steps in at this, clicking his tongue in that gentle, reprimanding way that you recognize as he uses his thumb to smooth over your lip.
"We love you," James reminds softly, his hand finding a home on your thigh, fingers pressing into your skin ever so slightly as he holds onto you firmly. "Never-ending bad mood and all." You open your mouth to snipe back but close it again quickly when you see the humour in James' eyes. "Sirius is the biggest drama queen alive and we still love him," James continues. Sirius makes an indignant, wounded sort of noise that goes ignored. 
"Well… that's alright, I suppose," you huff, your arms crossed as you sit sullenly. James coos at you in a way that you should hate as Remus slides one hand against your cheek, guiding you to look at him so that he can pass a long kiss to your lips. You make an embarrassingly needy sound somewhere in the back of your throat and grip onto the front of his shirt, but the only evidence that Remus has noticed is the way he smiles against you. That and Sirius's jealous huff as he watches, unsure of which place he'd rather be in.
The three of you settle in as you and Remus part, him smiling lazily and thumbing over your lips. You press a quick, delicate kiss to the pad of his thumb before letting yourself relax fully into the couch, the silence that blankets the three of you forming a soft, comforting sort of thing.
"So…" Sirius begins. "You're really not going to go down to the party? At all?" You sigh and tilt your head back to stare at the ceiling.
"Yea, alright, we should go. Come on."
"Knew you couldn't stay away."
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valvewall · 3 months ago
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Izuku's Clingy-ness Pt. 2
part 1 here!
Izuku Midoriya x Girlfriend/Fem! Reader
warning: Clingybf! Izuku, cuteness, sneaking to other's dorms in the middle of the night to sneakily gain some cuddles, cuddling! of course, daily dose of dopamine, kissing evil giggle.
a/n: wrote this on a plane and writing this high as FUCK off of medicine I took the entire 8 hour trip. I feel great and very woozy. also I bought a new bonnet. Will they ever release a Rei Todoroki figure? I want to put Dabi and her next to eachother, mom and son bonding time... ignoring canon as long as possible.
Beta Read by 'where in the hell is my Beta Reader?'
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You quietly snuck into the dorms, holding in your laughter as you saw Mina and Kirishima huddled up, passed out on the couch. Nobody needed to live in the dorms anymore, however most did anyways. It just felt right after everything.
Your day was hectic to say the least. With your relative texting you about needing a babysitter ASAP and not knowing who else to text that she could trust her boys with. And of course, you couldn’t turn her down. You could always catch up on notes anyday, while she couldn't leave the boys alone for one hour unless they were asleep or practicing their quirks.
It wasn’t as easy as most babysitters made it seem, but it wasn't unexpected. With them wanting to go to the park, then to an ice cream truck and then to a game store. It was a pain on your legs, and only reminded you of how much better you would've felt if you just said 'I can't, I'm sorry!'
Snapping back to reality. You continued on the way to your room, you stumble across Tokoyami huddled like a sewage rat in the kitchen, sneaking in a late night snack. Is... that a frozen rat... eugh... After an awkward amount of eye contact that you would like to forget about, you continued on your journey to your humble abode. Hoping to forget your terrors of roommates.
As you reached your door, it creaked open, reminding you of needing to oil it incase you and Izuku get caught doing these late night sleepovers, where you just slept and didn't infact play Just Dance at 2 in the morning and have an angry 2B student knocking on your door.
Now however, you were back at the dorms, ready to crash.
The room was dark, and the sheets unmade, different from how you left it before, your boyfriend had already gone to sleep on your way back. Despite his whining, you didn’t come back til late into the night. “Izu?” You whispered into the darkness of the room. “Mn.” The green haired man replied, his hair all messy and half of his face a soft pink due to the pillow.
You smiled, kicking off your shoes and walking over to the bed, lifting up the covers and looking down at him. “Mn… Baby?” Izuku opened his eyes, staring up at you through the dark, electric green eyes dancing with yours. “Hi Izuku.” You smiled, taking off your shirt and slipping into bed.
Izuku closed his eyes again and wrapped his arms around your neck, entangling his legs with yours. “… I missed you.” You chuckled, planting kisses on his cheek. “I heard, Mina told me all about how you were moping around all day as the guys dragged you out of the dorms.” Hearing of that, a small blush creeped up on his face, a small thread of embarassment sinking into his brain.
“… Do you need the notes for tomorrow?” Izuku mumbled asking as he buried his head in the crevice of your neck. You hummed, your hands playing with his hair, detangling all of the knots he has yet to brush out. You yawned, stretching your body making Izuku groan. “Maybe. Was it the same stuff from last week?” Izuku shook his head. “No, we are going over rescue operations.” Well fuck. You sighed and curled yourself tighter around Izuku. “Well screw me, I guess. Yeah I’ll need the notes…”
Izuku planted soft kisses against your neck then smiled. “I missed you, thank you for coming back.” You hummed, slowly falling to sleep listening to his soft breathing.
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jeongin-lvr · 6 months ago
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jeongin fucking you within an inch of your life when he finds out one of his besties (beomgyu) has a little crush on you.. takes a video/picture and send it to him (with ur permission ofc) as a 'fuck you,' but next time he comes over jeongin invites him to join
thoughts?
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THOUGHTS??? my thoughts are gone no thoughts only THIS!!! I’m gonna add a little beomgyu action too just cuz IDEAS!!! the second half of this may inspire a part 2 🤗
Jeongin is not happy, not at all, when he finds out that one of his best friends is not-so-secretly crushing on you. He finds out because of you; he sees that whenever the three of you hang out Beomgyu always laughs a little too hard at your jokes and sits a little too close for Jeongin’s comfort. And come to find out a week later you were recounting to your boyfriend the ridiculous story of how the boy had confessed randomly a few days before. Jeongin feels like he should find it funny but he really doesn’t at all. Jeongin grits his teeth when he hears the confirmation come from your lips— those pretty, smiley, innocent little lips. He can’t help himself as his hands come to pull you over his lap, your legs dangling off the side and your lips breathing over his. Your once bright smile faltered as you took in the sight of Jeongin’s face. He was mad, you knew that look well enough. His narrow, foxy eyes were dark and his lips pressed in a thin line of disapproval.
Jeongin had a hunch that that idiotic boy liked you too but now that it was confirmed it felt like a whole new level of annoyance. Jeongin’s lips graze over your neck and his whispers are delicate yet they breathe out the tiniest glimpse of venom. “Pathetic… baby, what did you tell him?? Tell me, now.” He demands and you immediately obey, your fingers clutching around the collar of his button up, your lips parting to let out a whimpering sigh. “I— I said that m’ not interested…” You voice cracks when his teeth dig into your skin, grating against your flushed skin, “I told Gyu that m’ all yours, Innie.”
Jeongin seemed satisfied with that as he pulled back, the swollen red shade of his lips matching that of the bruise he left on your neck, “Good girl, you did exactly what you’re supposed to do.”
“B-but, Innie, he kind of got mad at me,” You genuinely felt sadness warping your chest a s you said this. Your eyes lowering to his hand that gently rubbed your belly, the gentle graze of his fingertips making you warm, “I think he hates me now.”
Jeongin snorted at this, raising his hand to tilt your chin up to his face, “It’s not your fault, sweetheart, Beomgyu’s a prick sometimes,” And then he’s kissing you. And it starts off as those familiar kisses he always gave you. The ones that leave you breathless and dizzy; but then it escalates as his hand clasps at the back of your neck and his lips roughly mesh with yours. He starts the kiss and he’s also the one to escalate it. You simply comply because you always did for him, and you did so gladly.
That’s how he got you ass up with your face in a pillow, bellowing his name like a sinful mantra as his dick fucked in and out of you repeatedly. And it wasn’t slow or rhythmic; the pace of his hips was sporadic and oh so heavenly. He was moving in a way that you’ve never really felt with him. Fueled by the jealousy, the pure need to prove a point. Jeongin bit his lip as a groan swam out of his mouth, his eyes falling in your bouncing ass, watching as you fucked yourself back on his dick drowsily, drooling into the pillow below you. Jeongin couldn’t help himself, he moans out your name, squishing your plush waist, “It’ll only ever be me, right, doll? I know your body too well, you can’t even get off without my dick in you anymore, let alone someone else’s,” He chuckles at his own words, his eyes zoned in on your flushed cheeks as a fat tears swam from your eyes, spilling in a wet patch on the pillow you laid on. Then his gaze shifted as his phone screen lay alit, a notification opening his screen. A notification from his supposed best friend. Jeongin bends forward, opting to roll his hips into you now as he began checking the message.
He read it aloud for you, “Can I come over tonight? What do you think, babe, should we let your little admirer come over tonight?” Jeongin awaited your answer and you immediately shook your head no, sobbing out as you felt your orgasm rapidly zap through your poor, spent body. “No? Well, why not? Actually, let me record this so Beomgyu can hear your exact words.” Had you been in your right state of mind you’d immediately say no; push him away and reprimand the man. However, your body only ached to cum just as it did before this and before that. So you laid limp as your needy pussy began missing his rapid fucking. Jeongin began recording now, stilling his hips as he angled the camera to catch the way you fucked your self on his hard dick. Your ass bouncing back and forth on him as a little moan slipped past your lips, “Tell Beomgyu what you said, baby.” You whimpered, sinking into yourself as your body struggled to even fathom words. Jeongin sighed with an exaggerated click of his tongue and used his free hand to grip your hair and yank you backward, “Tell him now.” You tilted your head back, following the way he held you by your poor red scalp. You pouted and finally answered, “Don’t c-come over, Gyu…” Your voice was painfully wavered by the interruptions of your own moans. It satisfied Jeongin and he, on recording, slammed his hips into you once, making sure to catch your long moan and expression, before ending the video and hitting send carelessly.
Meanwhile, Beomgyu opened the video, unable to make out the first frame before it began playing. Then the screen before he was quite obvious. His screen obscured by the refreshing view of your little ass; he’d always wondered what it looked like beneath the skirts and pants you wore, now he knew. Beomgyu ogled at the screen, watching your ass fuck on his friend’s cock. Pure jealousy raged through him and he let out a little whispery sigh. Dick already hard in his pants as he listened to your stifled voice and pained whines tell him not to come over, telling him you were busy. Beomgyu groaned with annoyance, it was unfair. He watched the way you took Jeongin’s cock and it looked so snug in your cute little pussy. He longed to be in your boyfriend’s place; he ached for it. But instead he just took his cock out of his jeans and felt the warm enveloping feeling of his own palm per usual, eyes watching the video over and over again until he came like a whore over his own stomach.
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fettuccin-e · 2 years ago
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Better Than Nine to Five
hi guys i wrote this quite a while ago!! i had trouble with the beginning but, like with most things i write, the words started coming as soon as the characters started coming (get it?? get it cause like cum) but ANYWAY pls enjoy the poly!steddie content!!
Tags: Steve Harrington x Reader x Eddie Munson, established poly, dp in one hole, brief use of sex toys, afab!fem!reader, unprotected piv
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Steve can barely ever get off work these days. He hasn’t been as fortunate in the job market as you or Eddie; the both of you have pretty strict 9 to 5 jobs, able to sit and relax after a day at work, knowing what your schedule will be the next week, and the week after that. Steve’s schedule, at best, is random and wildly inconvenient, working late shifts almost every night and waking up the next day with you and Eddie already gone to work, alone in your shared bed.
He hates it, you and Eddie know he does, but he puts up with it, wanting to help all of you save up for a house, a pretty one that’s the exact opposite of the run-down, shitty apartment that you all live in.
You and Eddie also know, however, that Steve needs a chance to fucking relax for once. And if there’s anything you both know how to do, it’s how to make your sweet, loving Stevie let out some steam.
It’s Eddie who calls Keith and tells him to let Steve out early for the day. “He needs tomorrow off too,” Eddie says, twisting his finger around the phone cord.
“No fucking way, Munson. I’m already doing a favor for him by letting him out today, but he’s coming in tomorrow, whether he likes it or not.”
Eddie opens his mouth to respond, eyes narrowed and angry, but you rip the phone from hics grasp.
“Look Keith, either you let Steve off tomorrow, or I'm going to the cops to tell them about the stash of weed you’ve got in your office. That we an smell it all throughout the damn store. And wouldn’t that just be a crying shame?” you snarl into the receiver.
“It was your freak boyfriend who sold me that shit in the first place!”
You nearly laugh at the high-pitched indignance in his voice. “Are you really gonna tell them that, Keith? Maybe I’ll also throw in the fact that they should probably look into your tax records, right? I bet there are some glaring inconsistencies, aren’t there?”
“You fucking bitc-” You hear Keith stop himself, sighing angrily. You hear a loud crash in the background just before he says, “I’ll let him off tomorrow, but you stay the fuck out of my business, you got that? I’ll-”
“Not a chance, maybe try being less of a shit person. Bye Keith!” You don’t give him a chance to respond, slamming the phone down.
Eddie watches you with wide eyes, before smirking, pupils blown and dark as he grabs your waist to pull you in for a hot, messy kiss. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad like that, baby.”
You giggle, reaching a hand up to play with his messy curls. “Gotta stand up for my boys, don’t I baby?” You step away from him, grabbing his hand to drag him to your bedroom. “C’mon, Eds, you gotta get me ready for Stevie, right?”
Eddie nearly faceplants into the carpet in his race to get to the bed.
It’s only an hour later that Steve unlocks the door to the apartment, stripping his vest off. Keith had stumbled out of his office earlier that day, mumbling something about, “go home early, Harrington, shit. Just wait till like, six or something, and you can go.” Steve had been confused, but decided not to question it, his heart galloping at the thought of spending the evening with the both of you for the first time in far too long.
Except the apartment seems almost empty when he walks in, all of the lights off and the living room and kitchen empty, devoid of both yours and Eddie’s presence. His heart drops, only for a second, thinking that he’s alone in the apartment, before he hears a loud, keening whine come from the bedroom.
Your unmistakable whine, followed by Eddie’s familiar whispered praises of “shh… baby I know, I know. It’s a lot, but I think he’s home, did you hear the door open baby? He’s gonna think you’re so pretty baby, so good, planning all this out for him.”
You answer Eddie with a choked sob, and Steve’s pants suddenly are far too tight, cock bulging almost immediately. He goes to open the door, and the sight that greets him almost makes him pass out on the spot.
You, with your hips hiked up in Eddie’s grasp, your flushed face pushed into the mattress as Eddie works his cock into you, his pretty hips slapping against your plush ass. Eddie’s head snaps over to the bedroom door, mouth pulled into a self-satisfied smirk while he keeps fucking you.
“Look, baby,” Eddie grunts, lifting his hand to give your ass a loud smack. You jerk, head turning to see what Eddie wants, and smile blearily at the sight of Steve.
“S-Stevie, you’re, ah, home,” you slur, struggling to get the words out between Eddie’s strong thrusts into your needy pussy.
Eddie watches as Steve’s eyes darken, his big hand moving down to palm at the bulge of his cock through his pants. “She’s been waiting for you, Harrington,” Eddie says, sounding almost like he isn’t fucking you stupid. “She had this all planned out, wanted to surprise you.”
“Well, uh, consider-” Steve coughs, eyes trained on Eddie disappearing into your pretty cunt over and over. “Consider me surprised baby.”
Eddie chuckles, and Steve’s eyes snap from where you both are connected. “Steve, this isn’t even the best part.”
“What?”
“C’mere,” Eddie mumbles, and you whine as he stops his thrusts. Eddie beckons Steve over with a playful finger, and Steve moves next to him, kneeling on the bed to see what Eddie thinks is so important.
Steve nearly chokes on his spit. Because there, in your dripping cunt, is a pretty blue dildo, shoved inside you right alongside Eddie’s cock.
“She wanted to take both of us today,” Eddie whispers into his ear, and Steve can hear Eddie’s smug smile. “Been working her open for the past hour, waiting for you to get home.”
Oh fuck. “Oh fuck,” Steve says, echoing his own thoughts. He smooths a hand over the soft skin of your ass, and you whimper softly.
“You like it?” you ask, almost tentatively, and Steve almost laughs at the absurdity of the question.
“Like it?” Steve says softly. His hand moves from your ass to push lightly on the base of the dildo, making you gasp sharply. “Baby, I love it. God, you’re so fucking hot.”
“You gonna take your clothes off, Harrington?” Eddie murmurs. “She’s been waiting so long for us, it seems cruel to make her wait any longer.” 
Steve follows Eddie’s vaguely concealed demand at an almost frantic speed, ripping off his shirt so fast it gets stuck on his arm for a second. He ignores Eddie’s tiny laugh. He stands off the bed to untie his shoes and shuck his pants off, his hard cock slapping harshly against his stomach. 
“C’mon baby,” Eddie whispers to you, “gotta let Stevie lay down, right? So you can sit on his pretty cock, yeah?” Eddie's mouth waters just a little at the sight of his boyfriend, hard cock glistening and hairy chest heaving. He looks fucking illegal, Eddie thinks. You nod your assent, but still whine as Eddie shuffles back, his cock slipping out of you along with the dildo, leaving you painfully empty for the first time in an hour. 
Steve follows Eddie’s instruction, laying down on the bed, while you kneel up, swinging a leg over his hips to straddle him. You lean forward to brush your lips against his, smiling softly.
“Hi, Stevie,” you whisper, and he smiles back at you, curling his fingers into your hair. 
“Hi, baby,” he whispers back, before crushing his mouth to yours. He feels Eddie grab his cock, notching it up against the entrance of your pussy, and suddenly you’re sinking down, down, sucking him into your sticky walls, making all three of you moan in unison. You and Steve breathe heavily into each other’s mouths as your ass finally meets Steve’s heavy balls, buried all the way inside.
“God, fucking shit, you both are so fucking hot, Jesus,” Eddie grunts from behind you, and you both can hear the unmistakable sound of Eddie’s hand slipping up and down his cock, still sticky with your juices.
You turn, smiling softly at Eddie’s blushing face, his lips parted as he looks at you both. “Eddie,” you whisper, “You can’t cum yet. Y’gotta fuck me too, right baby?”
Eddie curses again, before kneeling behind you, just like he had been a few minutes before. ”You are a fucking minx, you know that?” He mumbles, and you would giggle if it weren’t for the blunt tip of Eddie’s cock nudging against your opening, right beside Steve.
“Ah- Oh God-d” you whine as Eddie’s fat cockhead pops into your stretched out pussy. You thought you would be prepared for it, with the dildo, but you don’t think anything could’ve prepared you for this. Eddie’s sticky cock nudging along Steve’s as he sinks deep into you, Steve’s warm hairy body beneath you, his big hands on your waist while Eddie radiates heat above you.
Steve’s not doing much better, his eyes rolling into the back of his head at the feeling of Eddie’s gorgeous cock squished against his, the hot walls of your pussy strangling the both of them. Eddie’s hands are clutched into the bedsheets beside your sweaty bodies, and Steve takes his hands off your waist for just a second to grab Eddie’s hands, entwining their fingers together to hold onto your waist at the same time. You all take a minute to just breathe, allowing your pussy to adjust to the stretch of both of them.
They’re both whispering breathless praises into your ears, trying to get through to your cloudy brain. “So, so good for us, baby, taking us so good,” and “Can’t believe we’ve got you baby, you’re so pretty, so, so good for us. Y’feel so good, princess, fuck.” You can’t even discern whose voice is whose anymore, lost in a sea of pleasure and nearly-painful fullness, their cocks reaching so deep inside, pressing into every crevice of your sensitive pussy.
And then they start to move.
You try to gasp air into your empty lungs through your screams and cries of pure fucking pleasure, the both of them thrusting in tandem to bully your pretty pussy open for them again and again. Eddie’s face is nuzzled into the crook of your neck, pressing comforting kisses into your skin between whispers of “doing so good, princess,” and “y’feel how wide you’re stretched baby? Fuck, you’re so sexy, sweetheart, how’d we manage to land you?”
Steve’s groaning praises of his own, primal grunts of “so fucking sexy,” and “our pretty, gorgeous baby. God, can’t believe I’ve got you both,” before licking into your mouth in messy kisses.
You knew, even while planning this, that none of you were going to last long, and you’re a strange mixture of pleased and slightly disappointed to learn that you’re right. The knot in your stomach is tight, tightening and tightening as they rock into you, the overwhelming stretch of both of them keeping them pressing into your g-spot. You’re choking on your own spit as moans try to escape your throat. 
It’s going to be over far too soon, but knowing that you can take them both, that you three could do this again, makes your pussy clench, your clit throbbing. 
After only a few minutes of Steve’s and Eddie’s strong thrusts into your dripping cunt, grinding overwhelmingly against the spot that makes you sob, you reach your hands into both Steve’s and Eddie’s hair, your hips jerking uncontrollably.
“I’m gonna, oh God, I-I can’t, I’m gonna,” you gasp painfully, tears leaking down your flushed face, not even able to get the words out, before your pussy is clenching hard around both Steve and Eddie. You’re shaking like a leaf, overwhelmed and wrung dry as Steve and Eddie rub their joined hands up and down your waist.
“Shit, baby, you’re so fucking t-tight,” Eddie whimpers, composure fully lost. “Steve, I gotta-I gotta, gotta cum.”
Steve nods frantically, unable to form words, before he’s releasing one of Eddie’s hands to instead cup around his boyfriend’s head, dragging him down to meet his lips, licking into his mouth over your shoulder. Their hips stutter as they finally, finally cum, flooding  your dripping pussy with a mixture of both of them.
You all breathe heavily for a moment, the room feeling hazy. Like heaven, Steve thinks, this is like heaven. You know you can’t move, feeling drunk and ripped apart, but your boys know it too. They slip gently out of your used pussy, Steve moving you to his side to cuddle you into him gently. Eddie steps out for just a moment, coming back in with a warm, damp cloth.
“Baby, Eds is going to clean you up real quick, okay?” Steve whispers, and you whimper softly, nodding your head, your eyes still closed. Eddie takes the permission to wipe the sweat off your body, and clean up a little of the mess between your legs.
“Good girl, sweetheart,” Eddie whispers when he’s done, pecking you softly on your sleepy lips, before turning to give Steve a quick kiss. He throws the cloth in the hamper, knowing you would hate to make up to it laying on the floor, before laying on the other side of you, pressing himself comfortingly against your naked body. Steve reaches down to tug to the sheets over each of you, and grabs Eddie’s hand to hold, their palms resting atop your warm body.
“Shit, I’m gonna have t’call off work tomorrow,” Steve mutters into your hair.
“Don’ worry bout it,” you slur, sleep already whisking you away. “I took care of it.”
“She did,” Eddie smiles. “I’ll have to tell you about it tomorrow, she was fucking hot.”
“She always is,” Steve smiles, chest hurting with happiness and sheer, unadulterated love. “Our perfect girl.”
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tarosunshine · 6 months ago
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could u possibly write something like this with anton? where he’s having the worst day possible but reader surprises him. it could be reader to anton or anton to reader 🥹🩷
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𓈒 𝒢enre fluff angst ֢ no warnings . boyfriend anton lee fem! reader ⸝⸝ ⌕ ﹙ archιvᥱs ﹚
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the last week you started planning a surprise for anton, sience his birthday was just around the corner.
at first, you didn't know where to start, so you asked his friends, brother, and obviously, you thought something by yourself, so you could make the perfect present for him. the last friday you started buying some balloons. you bought a box and decorated it to put the things.
and you were sure that your boyfriend wasn't suspecting anything. well, because he was a little too busy to go to your house.
and today was finally the day. you're so excited and nervous about the surprise.
at 00 o'clock you called him, wishing him happy birthday, telling him that you would go to his house in the afternoon.
at noon, he went to have lunch with his friends —and you took the opportunity to decorate your boyfriend's room when he left. so, when he was gone, his brother opened for you when he also left.
and you spent half an hour blowing the balloons, putting some adornments, letters with the happy birthday, and putting the last things inside the box. and two hours later, you heard the department door opening, so you quickly hid next to the frame door. there was a little space where anton couldn't see you when he entered. and about five minutes later, he finally opened the door.
“wh—” he looked his room speechless. his mouth making a 'o' and his hand still in the door handle.
after blinking a couple of times, he looked around, looking for something, well, looking for someone. you.
“there you are..” when his eyes meet yours, his gaze softened. you went out of your hiding place and stood in front of him. he was happy, but his face was a little different. you know that face.
“happy birthday, anton lee” you smiled at him, and you almost saw the full galaxy shining in his eyes. he looked like he was about to cry. instantly, he wrapped his arms around you, surprising you a little and making you stagger, but anyway, you hugged him back. his hands and arms clung to you.
“thank you” hearing his soft and grateful voice was like you had won in life. “ahh.. i really missed you this week” he says, making you giggle as you separate. you keep in each other's arms, staring in the eyes. that's when you noticed his now red and glassy eyes.
“what's wrong? you want to tell me?” you cupped his face as you frowned concerned. a weak smile appeared on his lips. he tried to bite them when they started to tremble.
“yesterday.. wasn't the best day. and today, i tried to don't think about it. after all, it was my birthday, right? but it's just... i really needed one of your hugs, and.. not seeing you the past days, it made me feel so bad, you know? then i entered my room, and you were right here, with a surprise just for me. and now, seeing your smile after all these days..” he sighed as you whipped off his tears over his cheeks with your thumbs. his eyes pierced on the floor between you two.
“i wish i had known that you felt this way because i would run to hug you tightly. even if you were at the other side of the world, ton” you said, still caressing his face, making him laugh a little, although he wasn't looking at you. so you gently made him do it by his cheeks, finally meeting your eyes. “and i have to say, mr. lee, that being way from you was also so sad” you sighed as you shook your head. he frowned, trying to stop crying.
“so now, birthday boy, you have to open your present” you tried to cheer him up, pushing playfully his shoulder.
“there's more?” he widened his eyes and raised his eyebrows as you walked to his bed, where the blue box with a white ribbon was. “you didn't have to..”
“oh, c'mon, ton. open it!” you patted the bed as you smiled at him.
he sat next to you and carefully opened it after admiring the decoration. and the first thing he grabbed was a plushie, a dinosaur plushie.
“of course i had to make my contribution to your collection” you smiled, remembering when you bought it after talking about it with sohee.
“yeah, and now this is my favorite” the tears started to fall again. and of course, you wiped them again.
“oh, babe..”
the second thing he grabbed was the mini set of legos. he looked up at you with a smile.
“they're legos and don't compare to those big ass sets that you have, but it's a panda! isn't it cute?” you stared at the box in his hands with the image of the animal. then you looked up at him, but he was already starting at you with a weak smile.
“yeah, it is..”
the last thing was a couple of face masks and a face product.
“oh, we're definitely using this when we're watching movies” he said as he read the packages, unconsciously pouting.
“so?” you asked a little nervous. he looked at you.
“so? i think you're the best..” he carefully left the things inside the box, and with a big smile, he pounced on you, making you both fall on the mattress.
“anton!” you giggled, feeling his arms around your waist, making you rest your head on his chest, where you could clearly hear his heart that was beating so fast. and he placed his on top of yours while his fingers started to caress your hair. you could smell his soap and perfume, now impregnated in your clothes.
“i love you” he whispered after a couple of seconds of silence.
you widened your eyes and immediately looked up at him, standing on your elbows.
“what did you just say?”
your heartbeat raced. this is the first time he said i love you sience you two started dating, so obviously took you by surprise.
“i said.. i love you” his ears were bright red and his voice shaked almost at the end of the sentence. surely, your face was flushed, too. “and tank you”.
“i love you too! and of course, i'll do anything i can to cheer you up and make that smile stay there”.
his signature smile grows on his face, with his shiney pupils —he's just too cute for your eyes. then he pulled you towards his face by your shoulders, resting one of his hands in the back of your head. and after you could say anything, he kissed you.
it was a kiss with full of love, those who anton always gave to you, the ones that tell you exactly how he feels.
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lila-lou · 4 days ago
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✨His second exception - Pt. 22/?✨
Summary: The moment Ben found out you were pregnant was probably the happiest moment of his life. However, happiness proved fleeting. Now, he is faced with the aftermath of his shattered dreams. Of what is left of you, and what is left of him.
Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader
Warnings: Language, fluff
Word Count: 4991
A/N: This is the sequel to “His only exeption” - and Part 22 of "His second exception".
English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙
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The next week flew by in a blur. Your nausea had finally subsided for the most part, giving you a much-needed break, but the back pain had only gotten worse. Every time you tried to get comfortable, it felt like an impossible task, and Ben had been particularly attentive, massaging your back when he could and making sure you didn’t overexert yourself.
Now, as you sat on the edge of your bed in just your underwear, your growing belly resting on your lap, you watched Ben move around the room, packing both, your suitcase and his. You couldn’t help but marvel at how seamlessly he’d slipped into this caretaker role, not just with you, but with the baby on the way. His large, strong hands folded your clothes with surprising care, and you found it hard not to feel touched by the tenderness in his actions, even if he tried to hide it behind his usual gruffness.
“You still won’t tell me where we’re heading?”, you asked, raising an eyebrow, though there was a teasing smile on your face. You’d asked him multiple times throughout the week, but each time, Ben had given you vague answers or changed the subject, much to your frustration.
Ben glanced over his shoulder at you, a smirk playing on his lips. “Nope”, he replied simply, continuing to pack. “It’s a surprise. You’ll find out when we get there”.
You huffed, leaning back on your hands, trying to stretch out the ache in your lower back. “You know I hate surprises, right?”.
Ben chuckled, shaking his head as he zipped up one of the suitcases. “I think you’ll like this one”, he said, turning back to you with that cocky, self-assured grin that drove you crazy—but also made you love him more.
You sighed dramatically, though the smile on your face betrayed your true feelings. “I don’t know whether to be excited or nervous”, you muttered, watching as he picked up your favorite dress and carefully placed it in the suitcase.
Ben’s gaze softened slightly as he came over to where you were sitting, his hands resting gently on your shoulders as he bent down to kiss the top of your head. “Trust me”, he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “This trip is going to be good for us. You need a break, and I need to get you somewhere where you can actually relax”.
You leaned into his touch, closing your eyes for a moment as you felt the warmth of his lips against your hair. “Okay”, you whispered, feeling a sense of calm settle over you. “I trust you”.
Ben smiled, pulling back slightly as he continued packing. “Good. Now fucking stop trying to figure it out and just let me take care of everything”.
You shook your head with a laugh, watching him as he moved around the room, effortlessly taking control of the situation.
As Ben continued packing, you watched him with curiosity, leaning back against the pillows. His hands moved deftly, folding clothes and organizing the suitcase. But then, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, Ben made his way to your dresser—the one with your underwear.
You raised an eyebrow, sitting up slightly as you watched him open the drawer and start sifting through your lingerie, his grin widening with each piece he pulled out. “Oh, look at that”, he teased, holding up a lacy pink bra between his fingers. “Didn’t know you had this one".
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, though a smile tugged at your lips. “I’m pretty sure you’ve seen all of them by now, Ben”.
He ignored you, continuing to rummage through the drawer as if it were the most fascinating thing in the world. “Nah, I don’t remember this one either”, he said, pulling out a pair of matching pink panties and holding them up with mock consideration. “This one’s definitely coming with us”.
“Seriously?”, you asked, laughing as you sat up straighter, watching him pick and choose which pieces of lingerie to pack. “What do you think this trip is, some kind of lingerie fashion show?”.
Ben chuckled, glancing over his shoulder at you. “Well, it might be, if I’ve got fucking anything to say about it”. He tossed the pink set into the suitcase and kept looking through the drawer, clearly enjoying himself.
Ben held up a couple of your bikinis, glancing at them with that same mischievous grin still playing on his lips. He turned to you, his eyebrow raised as he examined one particularly small top. “Your tits still fit in these?”, he teased, holding it up in front of him like he was imagining the scene.
You laughed, glancing down at your chest, which had definitely grown during the pregnancy. “Barely”, you shot back, shaking your head as you watched him toss the bikini into the suitcase anyway. “But I guess we’ll see”.
Ben gave you a mock-serious look. “Might have to do some adjustments if they don’t”, he said, not even trying to hide the grin spreading across his face. “But I’m pretty good at adjusting things”.
You slowly got up from the bed, the weight of your growing belly making each movement a bit more careful. As you walked to the bathroom, you could feel Ben’s eyes on you, still smirking like he was planning something mischievous. You grabbed your beauty bag and his smaller, more utilitarian one, shaking your head at how much less he needed compared to you. When you came back, you placed both bags in the suitcase, giving Ben a playful look.
“When’s the flight again?”, you asked casually, as if you weren’t still half-naked in your underwear.
Ben’s eyes flicked up to meet yours, the grin never leaving his face. “In about two hours”, he said, his voice full of mock authority. “So you better get that little ass of yours dressed, sweetheart”.
You rolled your eyes, laughing at his teasing, but you couldn’t deny the excitement bubbling inside you. “Two hours, huh?”, you mused. “Plenty of time to figure out what else you’re hiding from me”.
Ben stepped closer to you, his hands settling on your hips. “Oh, I’m not hiding anything”, he said, his voice low and teasing. “I’ve got everything planned out. You’ll just have to wait and see”.
You sighed dramatically, but inside you were excited for the surprise he clearly had in store. “Fine, but you better be prepared to make up for all this secrecy”.
Ben laughed softly, pulling you closer. “Don’t worry, I’ve got more than a few ways to make it up to you”. His eyes sparkled with that familiar playful light as he leaned in, brushing his lips against yours in a quick but lingering kiss.
“Now”, he said, stepping back and giving you a once-over, “go get fucking dressed before we miss the flight”.
You laughed, swatting at him playfully before heading to grab something more appropriate for the trip.
After getting dressed, you walked back into the bedroom to find Ben closing the last suitcase with a satisfied look on his face. He was always meticulous about things like this, making sure everything was perfectly packed and in its place. You couldn’t help but smile as you approached him, noticing how relaxed he seemed despite all the packing and preparations for the trip.
As you leaned against the doorway, you couldn’t resist teasing him. “No Supe suit in there?”, you asked with a raised eyebrow, nodding toward his suitcase.
Ben glanced up at you, his trademark smirk returning. “Nah”, he said, shaking his head. “Didn’t think I’d need it where we’re going. Thought I’d leave all the saving-the-world stuff behind this time”.
You chuckled, stepping closer to him. “Just gonna be regular old Ben, huh?”.
He grinned, pulling you into his arms, his hands resting on your lower back. “Well, I don’t know if I can ever really be ‘regular’”, he teased, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “But I can be just yours for this trip”.
You looked up at him, warmth filling your chest. “Good, because that’s all I need”, you replied softly, enjoying the rare moment of quiet between the two of you. “Just you”.
Ben’s smirk softened into something more genuine as he looked down at you, his fingers brushing against your cheek before he leaned in for a soft kiss. “Trust me, this trip is going to be everything you need and more”.
With that, he released you and grabbed the suitcases, slinging one over his shoulder with ease and rolling the other behind him.
You followed him out, feeling a sense of excitement bubbling in your chest. Whatever Ben had planned, you knew it was going to be special, and you couldn’t wait to find out.
As you and Ben drove through the city, you found yourself feeling more relaxed than you had in weeks. With the suitcases packed, the promise of a trip together, and the thought of some well-earned relaxation, you were excited. In your mind, you’d pictured the two of you going through a normal airport, maybe even having to wait in lines like everyone else. But as Ben made a familiar turn, your stomach flipped.
"Wait… Ben, this isn’t the way to the airport", you said, glancing out the window as the landscape became more private, more secluded. Then, it hit you—the sleek, shiny Vought logo came into view as you passed through a set of gates. It was the private airport Vought used for their top clients and Supes.
Ben smirked, clearly amused by your reaction. “You think I’m gonna let you wait in security lines, surrounded by a bunch of fucking random people?”. He gave a small chuckle, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. “I’m not putting you or our baby through that stupid shit”.
You blinked in disbelief, sitting back in your seat. “Ben, I thought we were taking a normal flight. You know, like regular people?”.
Ben shook his head, still grinning as he parked the car. “Not a chance”, he said, cutting the engine and turning to face you. “I told you, I’m going to take care of you. That means no waiting around in crowded airports or squeezing into fucking tiny seats”.
You couldn’t help but laugh at his over-the-top protective nature. “You’re spoiling me”, you said, shaking your head as you glanced around the private airport, where a sleek jet was waiting for the two of you.
Ben shrugged, unbothered. “Damn right I am. Get used to it”.
As he got out of the car and came around to open your door, you still couldn’t believe it. “So, we’re flying private?”.
“Sure do”, Ben said, grabbing the suitcases from the trunk.
You smiled, a mix of exasperation and affection flooding your chest. “You know, I really thought we’d be sitting in economy, eating stale peanuts”.
Ben raised an eyebrow as he handed you your little bag. “Do I look like an fucking economy guy to you?”, he teased, his voice low as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. “Besides, I don’t want anyone crowding you or bumping into the baby”.
You rolled your eyes, but inside, you couldn’t help but feel touched by how much care he put into making sure you were comfortable. “Alright, fine. But don’t expect me to get used to private jets after this”.
Ben smirked, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. “We’ll see about that”.
You had just settled into one of the luxurious leather seats of the private jet, the softness of the cushion practically swallowing you in comfort. Ben was barely out of his jacket, tossing it onto the seat beside him, when the sharp ring of his phone cut through the calm. You groaned softly, rolling your eyes as you saw him glance at the screen.
Ben sighed deeply, shaking his head. “Of course”, he muttered. He held up the phone to show the caller ID: Butcher.
Ben answered, and immediately the sound of Butcher’s gruff voice boomed through the line, clearly in the middle of a heated discussion with Frenchie. “Oi! Soldier Boy! You need to get your old arse back here and sort this mess out!”, Butcher barked, sounding more irritated than usual.
Ben slumped into his seat, rubbing his temple with his free hand. “We just got on the fucking plane, Butcher. Whatever mess you’re talking about, handle it yourself”.
In the background, you could hear Frenchie’s voice, trying and failing to calm Butcher down. “I told you, Butcher, it wasn’t me! The damn thing blew up before I even touched it—”.
“Yeah, well, it’s still your bloody mess to fix!”, Butcher snapped back.
You shook your head, chuckling softly as you watched Ben pinch the bridge of his nose, clearly exasperated. “This is why we can’t have nice things”, you teased, leaning back into your seat with a grin.
Ben threw you a half-hearted smirk, still listening to the chaos on the other end of the line. “Butcher, I’m on vacation. If you need someone to clean up Frenchie’s fucking shit, you’re more than capable of handling it”.
Butcher’s response was predictably sarcastic. “Yeah, well, while you’re off sipping cocktails and lounging around, we’ve got real problems back here. So, how ‘bout you hop out that little jet and—”
Ben cut him off, his voice firm. “No”.
The line went quiet for a second, and even Butcher seemed taken aback by the finality in Ben’s tone. “No? That’s it? No?”.
“You fucking heard me. I’m not coming back, and you’re not dragging me into whatever mess you made this time. Enjoy cleaning it up without me”.
With that, Ben ended the call and tossed his phone onto the table in front of him, leaning back with a sigh of relief.
Before you could even say anything in response to Ben’s handling of Butcher, he moved swiftly, pulling you over onto his lap with an ease that still caught you off guard. His strong arms wrapped around you, drawing you close, and before you knew it, he was nuzzling into the crook of your neck. His breath was warm against your skin, his scruff brushing lightly against you, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine.
One of his hands, always so sure and possessive, slipped down to grip your ass, giving it a squeeze that made you giggle softly despite yourself. You couldn’t help but lean into him, enjoying the rare moment of peace between you both.
Just as you started to relax into his embrace, a soft knock came at the door. One of the pilots entered, his posture slightly hesitant, clearly aware he was interrupting. “Uh, we’re ready for takeoff whenever you’re comfortable, Sir”, the pilot announced, his eyes flicking briefly to the two of you before he quickly averted them.
Ben didn’t even bother pulling away, his grip on you only tightening slightly as he lifted his head from your neck, not bothering to hide his smug grin. “Yeah, we’re ready”, he said, his tone laced with amusement.
The pilot gave a quick nod and backed out of the door, closing it quietly behind him. You couldn’t help but laugh softly, shaking your head at how Ben always seemed so unbothered by anyone or anything around him.
“Really?”, you teased, arching an eyebrow at him. “You’re going to make them think we’re doing all sorts of things in here”.
Ben’s grin widened, his eyes darkening. Without missing a beat, he lowered his head and continued pressing soft, deliberate kisses along your collarbone, his lips warm and trailing heat across your skin.
“Oh, but we are going to do all sorts of things in here”, he murmured against your neck, his voice a low growl, full of promise.
You let out a breathy laugh, though it was clear you were already starting to lose your resolve under his attention. “Ben…”, you warned playfully, your fingers curling into his shirt. “We’re about to take off”.
His grip on you tightened slightly, his lips still brushing against your skin. “Plenty of fucking time”, he whispered, his hands sliding up your sides with slow, deliberate intent. “Besides, who’s going to stop me?”.
You bit your lip, trying to keep your composure as the plane’s engines roared to life beneath you, signaling the imminent takeoff.
He shifted you in his lap. “We’ve got all the privacy we need”, he murmured, his mouth finding its way back to your neck as the plane began to ascend.
As the plane began to ascend, you could feel the rush of air as it lifted off the ground, but it was nothing compared to the rush of excitement coursing through you from Ben's touch. His fingers moved with purpose, deftly working on the buttons of your dress, slowly revealing more of your cleavage as he pushed the fabric aside.
With each button he unfastened, your heart raced, anticipation mixing with exhilaration. The soft fabric fell away, exposing your skin to his eager gaze. You instinctively bit your lip, a mix of nervousness and thrill bubbling up inside you as he took in the sight of you.
“I could get lost in you like this”, he murmured, his voice thick with desire, his eyes darkening further as he took in the view.
You leaned back slightly, arching your back in response to his words, the movement only accentuating your curves. Ben’s gaze roamed hungrily over your body, and the heat of his stare made you feel alive.
“Ben…”, you breathed, your voice barely a whisper as you tried to keep the playful tone, but it came out breathy instead. His fingers trailed down your sides, grazing over your skin, making it difficult to focus on anything but him.
“Don’t worry”, he said, his lips brushing against your collarbone, teasingly close yet deliciously far away. “I’ve got you”.
With that, he pressed his lips to your exposed skin, trailing soft kisses down the neckline of your dress, igniting every nerve in your body. You felt the warmth of his breath, the way his mouth moved over you, each kiss coaxing a soft gasp from your lips.
Ben, with that familiar smirk playing on his lips, reached for his hoodie and handed it to you, leaving himself in just his shirt. “Here”, he said, his voice a bit more tender now. Your dress had barely survived the second round, the seams torn beyond repair, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of it.
You slipped the hoodie on, the warmth and softness instantly comforting against your skin. It was big on you, the sleeves hanging past your hands, but it smelled like him, and that was more than enough to make you feel secure.
Still catching your breath, your legs trembling slightly from the intensity of the last hour, you sat down across from Ben. The plane hummed softly around you, the gentle vibrations through the leather seats barely noticeable compared to the storm of emotions still swirling inside you.
Ben leaned back in his seat, his eyes lazily tracing over you, admiring how his hoodie dwarfed your frame. There was something satisfied and calm in his expression, his usual cockiness now softened by the shared intimacy. “Looks good on you”, he muttered, still watching you with that hungry, yet now more relaxed, gaze.
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. “I don’t think the dress is making a comeback anytime soon”, you joked, your voice still a little breathless.
Ben chuckled deeply, running a hand through his messy hair. “It didn’t stand a damn chance, Sweetheart”, he said, pride evident in his tone. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes meeting yours, filled with both amusement and something deeper, more affectionate. “You okay?”.
You nodded, your heart still beating fast but in a more peaceful rhythm now. “Yeah, just… maybe next time you could try not to completely destroy my clothes?”.
Ben grinned wider, clearly not at all apologetic. “No promises”, he said with a wink. “But I’ll keep that in mind”.
You shook your head, still smiling as you settled into the plush seat.
As you both sat there in the quiet, the reality of your trip started to sink in. You looked out the small window at the clouds outside, your body still buzzing from the closeness and intensity of your connection with Ben.
“What now?”, you asked softly, looking back at him, wondering if he had more surprises up his sleeve.
Ben’s expression softened as he leaned back, resting his hands behind his head. “Now? Now we just relax, enjoy the ride, and when we land, we’ll pick up where we left off”, he teased, though there was a real promise of peace and relaxation behind his words.
For now, the two of you were in your own world—far from the chaos, the responsibilities, and the pressures waiting for you back home.
“Come here”, he murmured again and patted his lap. His eyes flicked to your belly for a moment, then back to your face, his gaze softening with a mixture of affection and desire.
You chuckled softly, still catching your breath as you glanced at him. “Only if you give me a break”, you whispered, your legs still trembling slightly from the intensity of everything. Ben’s hoodie hung loosely on your body, reaching down to mid-thigh, but the way it stretched slightly over your belly made you look even more delicate in the moment.
Ben raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by your condition, but nodded in agreement. “Alright, I’ll behave… for now”, he teased, his tone a mix of mischief and sincerity. His hands reached out, gently taking hold of your waist as you moved closer.
Carefully, you eased yourself onto his lap, your body still tingling with exhaustion but comforted by his touch. You could feel the warmth of him through the fabric of his clothes, and his hands instinctively rested on your thighs, tracing light patterns with his fingers. His touch was reassuring and grounding, as if to remind you that despite all his teasing, he was there to take care of you.
You nestled into his chest, your head resting against his shoulder, and for a moment, the two of you just sat there in comfortable silence, the hum of the plane around you creating a peaceful atmosphere.
Ben pressed a soft kiss to your temple, his hand moving up to gently stroke your back. “You good?”, he asked once more, his voice quieter now, full of genuine concern as his fingers brushed through your hair.
You nodded softly, cradling more into Ben’s lap, feeling the warmth of his body enveloping you. He shifted slightly, reaching for a thin blanket draped over the nearby seat, and carefully wrapped it around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. Your legs hung over his lap and rested against the armrest, as you allowed yourself to relax fully, the gentle hum of the plane adding to the sense of comfort between you.
Ben’s hand found its way to your belly again, his fingers gently brushing over the curve. He lingered for a moment, his thumb tracing small circles on your skin through the fabric of the hoodie, before he quietly asked, “You’ve felt some movements by now, haven’t you?”.
You bit your lip, hesitating for a second before you shook your head. “No, not really”, you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “I mean, sometimes I think I do, but… nothing certain”.
Ben’s brow furrowed, concern flashing in his eyes as he looked down at your belly, his hand still resting protectively over it. “I thought by now… you should’ve felt something”.
You sighed softly, leaning your head against his chest. “Yeah, me too. The doctor says everything’s fine, but it’s just hard. I want to feel the baby so badly”.
Ben pressed a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there as if trying to comfort you with the gesture. “Hey”, he said softly, his voice gentle, “I know it’s frustrating, but if the doctor says everything’s fine, then we have to trust that. Our baby’s probably just taking its time, getting comfortable in there”.
You smiled a little, appreciating his effort to reassure you. “Yeah… I just want to feel connected, you know? Like it’s really real”.
“I can threaten him to move, you know”, he teased, the playful tone lightening the moment as his thumb continued to trace soft circles across your skin.
“Him?”, you asked, raising an eyebrow at the casual assumption, a small smile tugging at your lips. “What makes you so sure it’s a boy?”.
He shrugged, grinning. “Call it a gut feeling”, he said, his fingers drumming lightly on your belly.
You laughed softly, your mood lifting a bit with his teasing. You had an appointment scheduled this week to finally learn the baby’s gender, but with this spontaneous getaway, the appointment had been pushed back to next week. It wasn’t a big deal, but the anticipation had been building, and the delay was just another layer of frustration. Still, the time away with Ben was starting to feel like exactly what you needed to relax and refocus.
You smiled up at Ben, a playful glint in your eyes as you teased, “Well, I’m thinking it’s a girl. Maybe she’s just being a little stubborn, waiting until she’s good and ready to make her presence known”.
Ben’s eyebrow arched, and he let out a soft chuckle. “A girl, huh?”. His hand continued its gentle path over your belly, fingers tracing light patterns as he considered the idea. “Guess that would explain why she’s already giving me a hard time”. He smirked, his tone still teasing, but there was a warmth in his voice that made you feel even closer to him.
You playfully swatted his chest, shaking your head. “Or maybe she just wants you to learn some patience. Could be preparing you for all those years of dealing with a mini version of me”.
Ben groaned dramatically, though his grin gave him away. “A mini version of you? Help me”.
You laughed, leaning into him. “Oh, please. You’d spoil her rotten, and you know it”.
“Well, if she’s anything like you, I’ll have my hands full. Stubborn, sassy, and always wanting her way”, he chuckled. “Guess I’ll have to teach her the important stuff—like how to listen to her old man, instead of running circles around me”.
You shot him a look, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, so you think she’s just going to listen to you because you’re her dad? Good luck with that”.
Ben grinned, leaning in closer, his breath warm against your skin. “Hey, it’s worked on you so far”, he teased, his tone light and playful, though there was no denying the affection behind his words.
You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t hide the smile tugging at your lips. “Oh, sure. You keep telling yourself that”.
Ben’s hand rested more firmly on your belly, his thumb brushing over the soft fabric of your hoodie. “I guess we’ll find out soon enough”, he murmured, his voice quieter now, the teasing edge replaced by something deeper, more tender.
Ben's teasing smirk softened into something far more tender as he shifted you slightly, pulling you closer into his arms. His thumb continued to draw slow circles over your belly, and the warmth of his body enveloped you like a protective cocoon. The teasing in his eyes faded, replaced by something deeper, something that spoke of love and anticipation for what was to come.
“Get some rest, baby”, he whispered, his voice low and gentle. He pressed a soft kiss against the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a moment longer than usual, as though trying to convey everything he felt without needing to say it out loud.
You felt yourself relax even more in his embrace, your body molding into his as exhaustion from the day and the weight of pregnancy began to catch up with you. The steady rhythm of his breathing was soothing, and you closed your eyes, comforted by the feeling of being so close to him.
Ben held you tighter, the rise and fall of his chest steady beneath your cheek. There was a certain calm in the moment, a peace that came from knowing you were safe, loved, and cared for. His hand never left your belly, still gently caressing the spot where your child grew, as if he were trying to form a bond with the baby already.
"You and me", Ben whispered softly, almost to himself, "we've got this". His words, though quiet, carried a weight that reassured you even more.
You smiled softly, feeling completely at ease, whispering back, "Yeah, we do".
As you settled in against him, you let your worries fade away, knowing that with Ben by your side, everything would be okay.
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bloodylullaby · 2 months ago
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The Weight We Share
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Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Reader
Word Count: 890
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Author's Note: I'M BACK! I missed everyone, but it was a long and much needed break! Please enjoy a cute short story ❤️
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This week has been exhausting for you. You've been running around nonstop for several days, preparing to go on tour with the boys. Your to-do list has been endless: setting up appointments to board your pets, arranging for a house sitter, and making time to see friends and family before you're gone for two months. You've also been packing your bags, organizing your travel itinerary, and ensuring that all the necessary equipment and supplies are ready for the tour. Every spare moment has been filled with tasks, leaving you excited and overwhelmed.
On this particular day, the sun was scorching more than in the past few days, leaving you irritated since you don’t do well in the heat. You've been away from home all day and are ready to get back and recharge your social battery. As soon as you pull into the driveway, you leave all your shopping bags in the car and head straight into the house. Opening the door, you're welcomed by the sight of your boyfriend, Noah, sitting on the couch playing video games.
Toeing off your shoes, you quietly walk to the couch and lay your head on one end, resting your feet on Noah's lap. He chuckles softly and begins to rub your legs. "Long day, sunshine?" he asks with a small smile. You nod, too tired to speak. He glances over and notices how worn out you look, pausing his game to give you his full attention.
“You seem a little stressed, baby. Do you want to talk about it?” he asked gently. Slowly, you took a deep breath, and a few tears began to trickle down your face.
“I’m just so overwhelmed. Don’t get me wrong, I’m super excited about the next two months, going on tour with you and the guys. But trying to get everything in order and making time to see everyone is overwhelming. The hours in the day seem to get shorter and shorter, and it’s becoming more difficult to fit everything in.”
As you speak, Noah notices the fast pace of your words and sees you struggling to breathe. “Hey, it’s okay, sunshine. Look at me,” he says, gently holding your face and guiding your eyes to meet his. “Follow me and do what I’m doing, okay?” he asks softly. All you can do is nod while trying to catch your breath.
“Okay, follow my lead,” he says reassuringly. He begins by taking a slow, deep breath through his nose, and you mimic his actions. He holds it for a count of five before slowly exhaling through his mouth. You follow his lead, repeating the breathing exercise until he sees the color returning to your face and notices you calm down. He moves his hands from your face to your hands, holding them gently yet firmly.
“Now that you've calmed down let’s look at this together. You’re feeling overwhelmed trying to do everything yourself, right?” he asks.
“Yes,” you mumble, focusing on the calm feeling and trying not to spiral again.
“Sunshine, let me help you. You don’t have to carry this load alone,” he says softly. You sigh, shifting slightly, trying not to feel guilty.
“I know,” you reply quietly. “I just didn’t want to bother you. I know you’re really busy getting ready for the tour, and I didn’t want to ruin your one day off by adding more to your plate. Besides, I’m used to figuring things out on my own.” Noah gives you a small smile before he brings your hand up to his lips and gives it a gentle kiss.
“I know, sunshine, but we’re a team. You may be used to figuring things out and doing everything independently, but now you have me. Even though today was my day off, I would have dropped everything to help you. Trust me when I say this: I love you, and you’ll never have to carry any burden alone. Let me help you, baby. Let me be there for you and make things easier to carry.”
You look into his eyes, seeing the sincerity in them. The tension in your shoulders starts to ease as you let his words sink in. You’ve always prided yourself on being independent, but the comfort of having someone to share the load with feels like a warm blanket around your heart.
“Okay,” you whisper, your voice a little shaky but full of relief. “I’ll let you help.”
He smiles softly, a look of pure affection in his eyes. “That’s all I wanted to hear,” he says, reassuringly squeezing your hands. “We’ll figure this out together.”
As you both sit there, holding each other’s hands, you begin to talk through the things that have been overwhelming you—planning for the tour, making time for friends and family, and the little tasks that have been piling up. Noah listens intently, offering suggestions and reassuring you that you don’t have to do it alone.
With each problem you discuss, the weight on your shoulders seems to lift a little more. By the end of the conversation, you feel lighter, more in control, and, most importantly, not alone. Noah pulls you into a warm embrace, and you feel like you can breathe easily for the first time in days.
“We’ve got this,” he murmurs into your hair. “One step at a time, together.”
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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 2 months ago
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Logan and wade and reader? Thruple things would be cool ✌️
"Fuck me," you groan, setting down your work bag and slumping against the apartment door as you shut it, closing your eyes for a moment.
"Gimme a minute, Sugar tits," Wade called from the kitchen, "I'm just finishing dinner!"
You make a soft grumpy noise and wince scooping up Mary to pay the pet tax and nudge your bag out of the way, limping your way to the sofa. The cold snap has your back feeling like it's on fucking fire and you've been running all goddamn day. "Not literal," you murmur, "But I appreciate it." You hold the dog and make a fuss for a second, giving her pats and kisses until she wiggles to be put down- missing the look Wade and Logan trade while you're not looking. "I'm gonna get changed," you tell them. "It's been a long day."
They watch you go and Logan's frown deepened, "Ice," he told Wade.
"And drugs," Wade added in agreement. "We're gonna need a bigger bathtub," he mused.
Logan rolled his eyes. "Gonna be a long winter if it's just you an' me, bub."
"She does class up the place, Peanut," he said grinning, "But at least when it's you and me you can stab something."
In the bedroom, you sit on the end on the bed and take stock. Your back hurts so bad your ribs hurt and you can feel it all the way down into your hips. It's hard to take a full breath.
The first few weeks of cold weather are hell. Absolute hell. But you'll adjust. Eventually. You always do.
And at least the boys were understanding. There was also an abundance of oversized clothing. So you grabbed a t-shirt and a pair of basket ball shorts- one that belonged to either of them and got dressed.
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When you opened the door, Logan was waiting, arms crossed, "Couch, bub," he ordered, his eyes sweeping over you head to toe. Noting that you were favoring your right side and that your breathing was a little shallow.
"I'm okay," you murmur, "It's just cold."
His eyes narrowed slightly and he stepped forward, tilting your chin up and running practiced hands over your neck. The muscles were so tight he could bounce a quarter off them. "Couch," he repeated, "Either you go or I take you."
"Please don't pick me up," you plead.
"Totally okay," Wade put in, lighting candles.
You sigh and take the arm you're offered. There's no winning against both of them. But when Wade takes the other side, a warm hand on the small of your back it's comforting. They're not going to let you fall over.
"Face down, ass up, Angel baby," Wade chirped, letting go of you to let Logan lay you on the couch. "Gotta get ice on that spine before you rip it out mortal kombat style."
You grumble and Logan smiles a little and pulls a blanket over your legs, "Drugs now or later?"
"If you drug me up now I'll be asleep in 10 minutes," you remind him, "lightweight, remember?"
"So before bed and wake you up with head and good coffee," Wade said grinning, handing Logan half the icepacks so they could lay them from your neck to your hips.
"Giving or getting?"
"Getting!" Wade scoffed, "Can't have you choking in your sleep."
You huff a little laugh in spite of the pain and he strokes your hair, "20 minutes?"
Logan nodded, lowering himself to the floor next to your head and kissed your temple, "I know it sucks."
You don't answer, you just close your eyes and try to breathe. And not cry. It's not worth crying over. Not really. Clenching and unclenching your fists under your head.
"Hey," Logan said keeping his voice soft. You'd turned your face away from him but he could see the tension. And smell the tears slipping down your cheeks. "you gotta breathe, baby."
"I'm okay it just hurts. I'll be f-fine."
He didn't know what to do here. All he could think to do was lay his hand on your head and rub gently. "Tell me about it?" he pressed. He knew it hurt. Something hurt all the time. He heard the sharp gasps when joints popped and the whimpers of pain. He knew you had medication for it. It had been this way as long as you could remember. You dealt with it. They were learning how to deal with bad days.
Wade had had- still had cancer.
But Logan? He'd never even had a cold.
"It hurts so bad I can't breathe," you tell him. "Muscle spasms. Cramps. My fucking hands and feet are tingling."
"Fallin' apart on me, kid," he hummed.
"I'll only wish I was dead until I get used to it again- it gets better after I readjust to the weather change."
"Good news," Wade called, "My mornings just opened up to drive you to work!"
"I don't need-"
"To walk in this shit," Logan finished, "you're right."
"And Dinner is ready!"
Logan nodded, "Can you sit up?"
You sigh and take a deep breath, pushing yourself up slowly. Logan winced; he could hear every labored breath and every aching movement. "I'll bring you a plate. And a drink," he said.
"Picnic night," Wade declared, "And since I cooked I get to pick the movie!"
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waratah-vroom · 1 year ago
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Good Vibes (ms47)
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Liked by yourusername, schumiangel and 485,208 others f1: Haas will not be renewing their contract with Mick Schumacher for the 2023 season. There is currently no word on the German driver's future on the grid for next year.
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mercedesamgf1 and mickschumacher
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Liked by georgerussell63, f1 and 1,482,405 others mercedesamgf1: signed ✍️ We are happy to announce our 2023 reserve driver, mickschumacher!
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Tagged: mickschumacher Liked by estebanocon, schumiangel and 17,482 others yourusername: Well deserved break with my boy ❄️
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“You seem happy.”
Mick sighed contently, his head resting on your lap as the two of you stretched out in front of the fire. Snow was falling outside the large windows, but you were nice and toasty wrapped up in a blanket with your furnace of a boyfriend in your arms.
“I am happy. I’m with you. Alone in the mountains with no one to bother us.”
“Yeah,” you nodded, but that wasn’t what you meant. “I meant in general. You seem happier than you were last month. More relaxed.”
He rolled over so his blue eyes met yours, his lower lip between his teeth. “You mean since Haas fired me.”
“Baby,” you fought off the eye roll. “If they hadn’t fired you, you would have quit.”
“I wouldn’t have-”
“You should have. They treated you like shit.”
“At least I was on the grid.”
“But was it worth it?” He was silent. You’d been having a version of this conversation since 2021. “Was it really worth being blamed for their failure just so you could drive?”
He leant back into your hand that was scratching his head, almost cat-like as his eyes fluttered closed. “I guess not.”
“And if you hadn’t left, you wouldn’t have been given the opportunity that you have now at Mercedes.”
“I know, I just hate when you’re right.”
“I’m right all the time.”
“Yeah and I hate it,” he opened one eye, a grin spreading across his face.
“Fine, if you hate it so much I won’t show you the new things I bought from Agent Provocateur.”
“Wait, don’t they make lingerie?” You didn’t respond, picking your phone up from next to you and opening instagram. “Hase? They make lingerie, right?” You could see the desperation on his face from the corner of your eyes and couldn’t help the small smile edging its way on your lips. “Baby, I’m sorry, you know I was joking. Come on, you have to show me what you bought. Please? I’ll do anything.”
That piqued your interest. He rarely needed to beg you as you usually gave in straight away, so this was a nice change. “Anything?”
“Anything.”
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Liked by ms47fangirl, schumiangel and 340,274 others mercedesamgf1: Mick's first visit to Brackley as our official reserve driver!
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Liked by gina_schumacher, carmenmmundt and 20,382 others yourusername: It's race week so here's your regularly scheduled wag content ✨ Also thanks Mercedes - this was the first race in a long time I didn't get heartburn!
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゚。 ⋆ mags' radio: this one was short and sweet bc i didn't have much inspiration. I was originally intending for this to be a steiner hate piece but i've seen so many of those around that i couldn't think of anything that hadn't already been said. I have plans for a Mick x Wolff!reader miniseries and a Vettel!reader miniseries, as well as a cute little smutty prequel to Green Thumb. If you're interested in my future stuff join my taglist! ⋆。 ゚☁︎。 ⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。
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