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mclarengf · 3 months

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pas besoin d'un faux sourire

learning to parent with dad!logan sargeant

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note: haha enjoy more angst. dw this one’s not an ambiguous ending it def gets fluffy. dad!logan save me fr

lottie’s crying.

she doesn’t cry very often, which only adds to your concern.

you’d run into the living room when you heard lottie’s soft cry of, “mummy…” and now you’re sat on the couch with her, whispering consolations into her hair.

as if on cue, the front door opens and logan steps in, finally home after a few days of doing sim work in the uk. after taking in the situation, he parks his suitcase in front of the shoe rack and rushes to your side, placing a hand on your shoulder in support. what a welcome, he must be thinking.

“hey, sweetheart, daddy’s home. daddy’s here,” he says to your daughter softly, “what’s wrong, my lottie?”

you crouch down and hold out your hand for lottie. you’re a bit surprised she can see through her tears when she takes it, but wrap her in a big hug regardless.

“what’s upset you, baby?”

she just buries her head in the crook of your neck and cries harder.

you can’t see anything broken or spilt around you, and lottie doesn’t look hurt. you gesture vaguely at logan to take her temperature because you can’t reach her face without shifting and risking her discomfort. he side steps a toy strewn on the floor and presses the back of his hand to her forehead. he comes back into your field of view and shakes his head.

you’ve never felt more inadequate than you do right now. you have no idea why lottie’s so upset, and logan, bless him, isn’t exactly prepared to help in this situation. he’s just gotten back and probably drove the thirty minutes from nice côte d’azur expecting… not this.

“logan,” he looks up, much resembling a deer in headlights, “could you get us a wet flannel please?”

you’re giving him an out to leave the room and get into the right headspace to do some ‘proper parenting’, he realises. he ducks out, but not before placing a hand over his heart and mouthing a thank you as he goes.

he’s back in a couple of minutes, having also taken the opportunity to change out of his plane clothes, and joins his girls on the carpet.

“come here, lottie-lou,” you allow her dad to hold onto her, and you shuffle closer to him as he washes her face with the cloth, wiping her tears away as he does so.

“can you tell daddy what’s wrong?” you ask, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

she shakes her head.

“that’s okay, baby,” logan chimes in, “we can just sit here for a bit, yeah?”

you rest your head down on his shoulder as you sit in silence, save lottie’s quiet sobs. it’s never been exceptionally easy being parents, nevertheless at your relatively young age. lottie’s usually such a gem, so the moments like this are hard to get through, for all of you.

she’s getting quieter as the two of you comfort her, but it doesn’t seem like there’ll be an end to the tears just yet. logan kisses your cheek; he doesn’t know quite what to do either, so you’ll just have to figure it out together.

another few minutes pass by, then you hear her take in a big breath and mumble, “i miss my home.”

ah, of course. you’d all moved from london to monaco about a month ago, on account of location convenience for logan’s job, and the educational opportunities for lottie. the tax benefits weren’t exactly a complaint either.

lottie hadn’t had any qualms about the move so far, so you’d both figured she was adjusting alright. she’d even been excited, but of course, the realisation that this wasn’t like a race weekend or a holiday where she would be sure to return to your humble london flat, was bound to kick in eventually.

little by little as she calms down, lottie tells you about how even though she knows a little bit of french from you, it’s not enough to really talk with the other kids, and that the teachers are nice but she doesn’t want to cause a fuss and keep bothering them every day.

“i’m sorry,” she whispers.

you shake your head and open your mouth to speak, but logan beats you to it.

“you don’t have to be sorry, baby. it’s okay if you feel bad sometimes.”

you press a kiss to her hands and add, “you just have big emotions, my love. just like me.”

she’s stopped crying now, and even smiles a bit when you bring up your similarity.

“if you want, lottie love, we can find you a tutor here who can help with your french, and you and i can always practise at home.”

she nods at your proposition, then wrinkles her nose and asks, “what about daddy?”

lottie, selfless as ever, is already thinking about how to include logan. you want to laugh just thinking about logan learning french and even more so, him speaking french with his american accent.

“we’ll rope him into learning with us too,” you grin at logan, “now come on, let’s give daddy a big hug, 'cause we’ve missed him very much while he’s been working.”

logan smiles at his little family and wraps his arms around both of you, happy that peace has been restored. he takes lottie’s face in his hands and covers her in kisses, making her giggle.

“you wanna help me unpack now, lottie-lou?”

she jumps up and runs toward logan’s suitcase at her dad’s suggestion, and starts wheeling it towards your bedroom. you and logan, still sat on the floor, watch her go. you give him a kiss.

“welcome home, handsome. sorry that’s what you came in to.”

he looks down at you and breathes out a laugh. instead of saying anything, he just holds his hand out for a high-five, which you humor. he lets go of you to push himself up, and helps you up after.

before he follows after your daughter, he slings an arm over your shoulder and states, “we’re such awesome parents.”

it’s your turn to laugh now, and you reward him with a couple of quick pecks on his lips. you push him to go to lottie before she starts calling for him, and give him a cheeky pat to the bum as he stumbles forward.

“je t’aime, baby.”

okay; now that that’s sorted, what to have for dinner?

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rs-hawk · 3 months

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A centaur with a special harness and restraints made for you so you can swing around underneath her and bounce up and down on her cock while she trots around doing her tasks

When you got hired on as a Centaur Caretaker, you thought it was going to be things like mucking stalls and maybe helping them dress or something. What you didn’t expect was that you were meant to help “relieve” one. You got to pick and see if you click. If not, then you were paid for the time getting to know them, but not hired. You felt weird about it at first, but then you saw her.

It didn’t take long for you two to click, and honestly, most of the time it felt more like you were dating than you being her Caretaker. You even sometimes came over just to hangout and spend time together. When it was time for you two to finally sleep together, it was fantastic. Her cock filled you up perfectly and you felt like your mind was melting. The next time, things were a little bit different.

“Please? I want to really feel you bounce on me,” she begged, looking at you with those dark brown eyes that you have come to love so dearly.

“Well, okay,” you finally relented.

The two of you got the swing on her, and you wiggled yourself into it. The head of her huge, flared cock teased your wet cunt as she secured your hands to her sides with small cuffs so you wouldn’t fall. She started trotting, cramming her fat cock into you with one thrust. You started whining and moaning immediately, rocking back on her, desperate for more.

You didn’t even care when she started doing chores, her cock still slamming in and out of you. Your eyes rolled back into your head as she stretched you, her cock bullying into your cervix, her precum slicking your insides. You could feel her throbbing as her climax approached, making you clench eagerly around her. You wanted to feel her cum in you so badly that it didn’t even matter when she went outside, continuing her tasks with her cock buried inside of you for everyone to see.

In fact, you started begging for her to cum. To fill you up. It didn’t matter that everyone would hear and see you. You just wanted her to use you like the toy you were meant to be.

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elliesbelle · 14 days

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texts with college gf ellie

part 2

you and ellie have started living in an off-campus apartment together ♡︎

content warnings: dealer!ellie, cursing, mentions of marijuana, sexual content, mentions of sex, mentions of a strap-on, a bit of sexting, references to a strap-on as a "dick", mentions of penetrative sex, slight mention of a little daddy kink, minors do not interact

texts with domestic gf!ellie: part 1, part 2, part 3

texts with college gf!ellie: part 1, part 2

texts with gf!abby found on my masterlist here

i have a ko-fi if you like my work so much that you feel compelled to tip me ♡︎

we will see a free palestine

keep the lesbian flag creator alive

author's notes:

haven't done one of these in a while, so hope y'all enjoy this <3

first two convos are inspired by recent text convos between me and my live-in ex lmao (she was mad af when i fell asleep instead of unlocking the door cause she pushed into the front door expecting it to be unlocked and she spilled coffee on herself 😭)

also the uno convo is also inspired by the time my best friend and her gf were visiting me and we were playing uno with live-in ex and live-in ex was drunk and got mad as hell bc she apparently grew up with different uno rules slkdfjsdkl

making these reminded me to repair a few of my lingerie pieces cause i've been slacking on sewing them back ugh

also idk why this ended up being really sexy at the end oops well i hope y'all enjoyed anyway lol

#ellie williams #ellie texts #text convos #ellie x reader #ellie x you #ellie x y/n #gf!ellie #ellie smut #the last of us #tlou #the last of us part 2 #tlou2 #belle speaks #belle answers #belle writes #dealer!ellie #college!ellie

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kenntolog · 2 days

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𝝑𝝔 an: taking a lil break from writing requests but the inbox is still open, all the information about requesting is here!! do whatever you want hehe, i will come back here a little later, i need to study, bye now!! love you all <33

cool boyfriend sukuna usually doesn’t care what you wear, content with the clothes you choose — normally something bleak and not eye catching at all. but when he asks if you own skirts and you say ‘no’ he feels like it’s his duty to buy you one.

(he just really wants you to dress up in something he buys you and maybe be a little perverted about it. but he’ll try to keep to himself, he said as he imagined your pretty figure in something short and skimpy.)

which takes you both to this moment here;

“i feel silly, ryo!”

“maybe if you’d get out of the damn bathroom i’d see what’s the deal with that.” he shouts impatiently from your room, and you’re sure that he’s rolling his eyes as usual.

you whine at his words, covering your face with your hands before you look at yourself in the mirror one more time and peek your head out of the bathroom. sukuna’s laying on your bed like it’s his own, legs spread out comfortably, one arms under his head while the other holds his phone above his disinterested face.

“sukuna?” you call out meekly, his head immediately turning in your direction. he throws his phone away and sits up against your headboard.

“come out and gimme a show, loser,” he smirks at you, one finger luring you in.

you sigh heavily and come out shyly, staring down at your feet. the feeling of the fabric clinging to your skin is a bit foreign; just like the skirt, the frilly hem of it barely touching the middle of your thighs. the matching top isn’t better, sitting just a bit higher than the waistband of the skirt.

sukuna’s silence makes you want to hide under your bed, but that’s not the best option so you opt to head back into the bathroom, too self-conscious to look at your boyfriend. he doesn’t let you though, fingers closing around your wrist to stop you.

sukuna, on the other hand, looks at you like you’re dream come true, his eyes a bit wide and mouth slightly hanging open. he steps away, turning from side to side to get a better look at your pretty figure, taking in the way the skirt and top reveal your skin and the pink that matches the colour of his hair suits you so perfectly.

“‘kuna~” you whine, covering your face in embarrassment, but sukuna is quick to pry your hands away, the wide grin on his face making you feel all warm inside.

“you’re so pretty, baby,” he smoothes back the hair out of your face, unable to resist the softness of your expression as he places a couple of kisses on your pink lips.

“i am?”

“the prettiest.” the scream you let out is, thankfully, internal. “gimme a twirl now.”

you giggle quietly, obeying his words and spinning around bashfully as he chuckles along with you.

“‘m gonna buy you a closet full of skirts and dresses.”

you’re pretty sure your face is going to melt from how much it heats up, his words having too much of an effect on you. you whine his name again, leaning your head against his shoulder and the smile on your face is so wide that sukuna feels it against his skin, putting his hand on top of your head lovingly.

#— miya writes!#loser gf is me #i am loser gf #sukuna x you #sukuna ryomen x you #sukuna ryomen x reader #jjk sukuna #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna jujutsu kaisen #sukuna ryomen #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader

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reclinepilled · 2 months

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blue collar gf!abby

cw: abby takes care of reader, reader takes care of abby (idk if these are cw but ima still put them) smut, language, pet names (pretty, baby), unspecified whether reader is fem or masc

desc: abby returning the love reader gives her.

a/n: this is a draft i made upon creating my account. im gonna post it cus i hate how empty my blog is.. bear with me tho!😭 and thanks for the support guys! reblogs are appreciated <3

wc: 358

PLEASE READ HERE TO HELP PALESTINE.

blue collar gf!abby who picked up such a job just to make sure she could provide you with everything you need and much more.

blue collar gf!abby who will let you splurge as often as you want if she has the money.

blue collar gf!abby who encourages you to focus on school while she takes care of the hard labor, which took months of convincing due to how independent and stubborn you are.

blue collar gf!abby who breathes softly while she sleeps as you sneak out of bed to prepare her lunch extra early.

blue collar gf!abby who absolutely adores when you do, not only because you can cook so well but you always leave a cute note in them.

blue collar gf!abby who gets teased by her friends and coworkers for them because they always make her face heat up.

blue collar gf!abby who always comes home looking tired and rough, but something about her worn out state always gets you a little turned on.

blue collar gf!abby who comes home and tells you all about her day, groggily, and doesn’t forget to leave out the fact that her coworkers wish you’d make them lunch.

blue collar gf!abby who can’t help but to cover you in butterfly kisses because of the hot bath you’ve prepared for her.

blue collar gf!abby, hair all wet, who swears she falls in love time and time again watching you cook a hearty dinner for her.

blue collar gf!abby who can’t help but to spread you out on the bed and treat you for being such a sweet girl.

blue collar gf!abby who can’t help but to shower you in praises like, “fuck, you taste so good” “baby, you’re doing so well” “give me another one, pretty” while using her mouth to make you feel like you're in heaven.

blue collar gf!abby who never fails to give you aftercare despite her 8+ hour workdays.

blue collar gf!abby who wants to shower you in as much love as you do to her because you're her favorite girl <3.

reclinepilled

please do not plagiarize any of my works or post them on other websites without given permission !

#reclinepilled writes <3 #abby tlou #tlou #smut #abby anderson #abby the last of us #the last of us #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson x y/n #abby anderson headcanons #abby fluff #gf abby #abby smut #abby anderson smut

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booperbeanv3 · 10 months

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drawstuck #4: june edition

alt june shirt under cut

i jst thought it would be cute

#homestuck #june egbert #dave strider #junedave #srry to the cargo shorts june enjoyers lol #img 2 is post meteorstuck if it wasb't clear #idk abt you but if I had access to a magic machine that could make anything i wanted i WOULD try to synthesise hormones #while i also believe in t4t junedave i love writing oblivious cis ppl #if dave isn';t trans he's probably never heard of a tran outside of anime #june egbert is wish fulfilment for me (<- unfortunately no nerdy gf)#not to be straight but god im straight straight as hell straight as an arrow straight as a mf skyscraper #haha jk enough thirsting for now #john egbert #johndave #pepsicola #mayb ill do junekats next IDK depends on my mood #art stuff

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heartofjasmina · 8 months

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"Bend over, show me that you did what I asked you to." Katsuki's voice is husky and low, his carmine eyes locked onto yours.

You roll your eyes at him but you do what he says, flipping up your skirt to show your boyfriend that you didn't wear panties to school that day.

"Fuck that looks good." Then his hands are on you, large and hot and needy. Two fingers bury themself in your pussy and his thumb circles your asshole. "You look like a slut babe."

"You fucking little--" you break off into a moan when he curls his fingers, easily finding that spot inside you that makes you see white.

"Aw, babe. Don't be mean. I'll fuck you real good when we get home." He grins at the way your knees buckle every time he presses his thumb into your tight hole.

"I hate you," you hissed (with as much disdain as you could muster up when your pussy was gushing and on fire).

"No you don't." He replied confidently and finally removed his hand and let you pull down your skirt. It was easy to turn you around and kiss you hard.

"No I don't," you whispered against his lips.

#katsuki bakugou #katsuki smut #katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugo smut #jasmina writes 🌸#bitch!gf

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kindtim3 · 8 months

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my gf!abby hc’s ༚༅༚˳ dark vers

sfw gf!abby hc’s —> part 1 ♥︎ / part 2 ♥︎ / part 3 ♥︎ (dark vers)

౨ৎ warnings - nsfw / mdni / fem!r / mean!abby / gf!abby / strap on (r!receiving) / scissoring / dom!abby / sub!r / r has female genitalia / slapping (r!receiving) / namecalling : whore, slut / bondage / vibrator (r! and a! receiving) / mommy kink / modern au

gf!abby l o v e s missionary— getting to see ur fucked out face and glossy eyes is the best part of it all for her.

gf!abby leaves marks. neck, tits, thighs, ass, hips, it’s covered in her ‘love marks.’

“oh, babyyy, u look so pretty with my love marks all up on u.”

gf!abby is a biggg fan of scissoring!! she’s pushing all up on u and she’s making sure ur looking at her.

“don’t stop looking at me, baby. look at me when i cum on you.”

gf!abby LOVES SEEING U IN PINK LINGERIE. SHE GETS ALL RED AND SHY.

“oh my god, u look so good. can i kiss u?? please??”

gf!abby is indeed very dominant but she’s begging for u… even when she knows she’s already got u. like she’ll scissoring u and she’ll be begging u to move ur hips back on her.

“pleaseeee baby, please. move those hips on me, please” :(

gf!abby also scissors u with a vibe in the middle of u guys. she wants u to rub on it while she does too! she’s a nasty girlll.

mean!abby had a longggg talk with u abt sex with her. she would never let u guys have sex without u knowing how rough it could get. u both have boundaries set, enthusiastic consent, safe words & safe actions ( i.e. tapping her shoulder, green, yellow, red). she’s very serious abt it!!

mean!abby wants u on ur knees sucking her strap. and she slaps the strap on ur face when u need a break.

mean!abby slaps ur face while in missionary when u won’t look at her. and she also calls u names while doing so!

“look at me. ur such a fucking slut for me.”

“aw poor little whore can’t take it anymore?” she had u cum on her mouth 4 times already.

mean!abby likes to ride ur face like a mad woman. she’s GRINDING DOWNNNNN.

mean!abby likes to tie u up and force u to watch her use the vibe on herself. she’ll occasionally give some attention to u and put the vibe on ur pussy just enough to make u super close, but she’ll never let u finish.

mean!abby tells u to call her mommy and omg she actually goes wild.

“fucking say it again. yeah, that’s right. mommy’s making u feel so good, hmm?” shes fucking her strap into u, deep but annoyingly slow.

“mhm, mommy’s gonna make it all better.”

౨ৎ a/n - will u guys even like this? idk. i hope so. cuz it took me two days of thinking and thinking (AND THINKING!!!) to write… :) also seeing boymuna all over my fyp and tl… IM FUCKING SICK OF IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! they’re so 😦 like haiiiiiiii can i join :3 theyre so cute tg i love them boys !

#bey writes <3 #abby x reader smut #abby tlou #abby x fem!reader #abby the last of us #gf!abby #mean!abby #gf!abby x reader #mean!abby x reader #abby anderson x reader smut #abby anderson hcs #abby anderson #abby anderson x fem!reader

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stevie-petey · 3 months

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oh, you didn't know?

“I was told there’d be cookies.” Dustin interrupted, flashing Steve another smug grin that made the teen want to shove him into a snowbank. “Yeah, for her.” Steve pointed at you. “Not for you.”

Summary: steve is pathetically in love with you and for some reason the universe hates him and continues to pray on his downfall. typical.

Rating: general, some swearing

Warnings: swearing, fem!reader, use of y/n

Words: 1.6k

Before you swing in: happy valentines day my loves <333 youre all my valentines, i didnt make the rules. anyways, pls enjoy this cute cheesy fic. dont ask how i thought of this: i simply do not know. however, its pathetic!loverboy!steve and i think we ALL deserve that today smh.

Steve has never had the best timing.

When he first manned up to ask you out, it had coincidentally been the same day your childhood dog died.

There he had been, flowers in hand and a proud smile on his face when he knocked on your front door, completely taken aback when you answered with tears streaming down your face.

Immediately, Steve’s smile had dropped and he quickly pulled you close to inspect for any injuries or pain. “Y/N? What happened, is everything okay?”

“My dog died.” You wailed, even more tears spilling over.

“Oh my god–”

“He… He didn’t suffer. He was old and–” You had sniffed, looking so small and frail in your heartbreak, before spotting the flowers in Steve’s hand. You gasped. “H–How did you know?”

Steve had been confused for a moment, but when he followed your gaze to the flowers that were originally meant to be “please be my girlfriend” flowers, his heart dropped.

Well fuck.

“Yes…” He cleared his throat. “I, uh. Had a hunch?”

You threw your arms around Steve, the flowers then crushed between you two, but he hadn't paid any attention to them as he wrapped his arms tightly around you. After a few seconds, you placed your lips by his ear and whispered, “You’re the sweetest.”

The sincerity in your voice had made Steve want to vomit.

He hadn’t had a hunch that your childhood dog would die that day, but what else was he supposed to say? Hey, sorry your dog died, do you want to kiss now? Absolutely not.

Steve is many things, and oftentimes he is an idiot, but he isn’t that much of an idiot.

So, instead of asking you to be his girlfriend, Steve had instead spent the next three hours at your house as he consoled you and watched your favorite movie to cheer you up. While it hadn’t been his ideal outcome, Steve had still been happy to simply spend time with you. Besides, you had needed him at that moment, so of course Steve was right there by your side.

Life moved on, a few weeks passed, and eventually Steve decided to try again.

You had no more animals to possibly lose, Christmas was approaching, and Steve was determined that this time he’d be able to ask you out.

After buying you some chocolate and planning a fort building night on Christmas Eve, Steve had been sure that the night would go perfectly. There was a beautiful rose pendant bracelet sitting atop of his dresser in his room, wrapped and ready for you to open.

Steve’s plan was foolproof.

Build a fort, watch a cheesy Christmas movie, bake some cookies and drink hot chocolate, and then boom: Steve would ask you to be his girlfriend.

However, Steve really should’ve known better.

His parents had left that day and he had spent the entire time cleaning the house and preparing all the snacks before your arrival. At six on the dot, his doorbell rang and Steve eagerly ran over to answer the door.

There, standing on his front doorstep, had been you with a smug looking Dustin Henderson.

“What’s the kid doing here?” Steve had asked, all his hope now coming crashing down upon him.

You winced. “I know we made plans, I’m so sorry, but his mom asked me to babysit him and she offered me the rest of the money I need for your Christmas gift and–”

“I was told there’d be cookies.” Dustin interrupted, flashing Steve another smug grin that made the teen want to shove him into a snowbank.

“Yeah, for her.” Steve pointed at you. “Not for you.”

“Stevie, I promise I’ll make it up to you later.” You groaned at him, and Steve knew you hated disappointing him. “Can we please just come inside? It’s cold and I was really excited for the fort.”

There are many times when Steve wonders just how he manages to get himself into obscure situations. That night, when he had Dustin Henderson wedged between you and him underneath a super romantic and cute fort that he had spent hours building, had been one of those times where Steve questioned his entire life.

At that point, Steve was starting to wonder if he’d ever manage to ask you out in the first place.

A few more weeks passed after that and you were still his best friend and nothing had changed between you two, but now Steve found himself constantly biting his tongue around you. He was so fucking in love with you, he had been for years, but after two failed attempts of confessing his feelings: it was becoming impossible to hold them in.

Then, late January, your birthday came along.

This time, Steve was sure that he had it all figured out.

You had wanted to grab some dinner at the local diner you loved, and Steve thought that a small, toned down proposal to date would be perfect. He’d give you your birthday gift (a matching set of earrings for the rose bracelet you now wore every day), he’d order you the strawberry shortcake you adored, and when you weren’t looking, Steve would ask the waitress to write “happy birthday, my love” on the cake.

Steve was a goddamn romantic genius, honestly.

Except that isn’t what happened.

What actually ended up happening was the waitress somehow hearing “my love” as “Milo” and Steve had wanted to bash his fucking skull in.

“Who’s ‘Milo’?” You had asked once the cake came out, confusion evident on your face.

Steve, now used to nothing ever working out in his favor, had simply sighed and said, “Who knows, man. Just eat your cake.”

You had giggled, and the sound was enough to cheer Steve up a bit. Sure, it was looking more and more like the world didn’t want you with him, but at least he got to hear your laugh and admire the way your eyes shined whenever you looked at him.

Now, a few weeks later, it’s Valentine’s Day and Steve is terrified that he will somehow set your house on fire with his horrible luck.

He has spent the last two months trying to ask you out. Now, on the day of love itself, Steve is almost too terrified to even approach you. At the rate he’s going, if he tries to ask you out again, he’ll end up telling you he hates you or something.

He’s miserable.

Which is how he finds himself once again outside your door, except there’s no flowers in his hands, and he knocks.

You guys haven’t made any plans tonight, but it’s Valentine’s Day and Steve is so in love with you that it hurts.

The second his knuckles leave the door, you swing the door wide open and jump into his arms. “Stevie!”

Surprised by such an affectionate reaction, Steve almost falls into the bushes in front of your house. “Woah, hey!”

He steadies the two of you and you simply squeeze him tighter and giggle. You’re in an exceptionally good mood, almost too good of a mood, and Steve’s hands are sweating. He hadn’t exactly come here with a game plan in mind.

“Happy to see me, I take it?” He mumbles into your ear.

“Duh,” you press a kiss to his cheek. “It’s Valentine’s Day, why wouldn’t I be excited to see my boyfriend?”

This time, Steve actually does fall into the bush behind him.

“Oh my god,” you run over and quickly try to help the boy up, but Steve is staring up at the night sky, overcome with pure shock and fear. “Stevie? Steve!”

Steve lays there, motionless as you continue to tug at his jacket. “How long have I been your boyfriend, Y/N?”

At his question, you stop tugging and look at him, confused. “I don’t know, honestly. How long has it been since the fourth of July?”

“The fourth?” Steve sputters. “Y/N, it’s Valentine’s Day and I’m just now finding out you’re my girlfriend?”

“Oh, you didn’t know?”

“No!” Steve finally scrambles out of the bushes and grabs your face with his hands. He feels insane, his hands are shaking a bit as he holds onto you. “When did this happen?”

You scrunch your eyebrows together. “On the fourth. We saw the fireworks, cuddled on the picnic blanket you stole from your mom, you grabbed my hand, and then told me you never wanted this to end. I just… I assumed you meant our relationship?”

Steve blinks. “You… You are the love of my life, Y/N L/N.”

“Well, I’d hope so–” Suddenly Steve’s lips are against yours and he’s kissing you with everything he has within him. All those months of pining after you, all the times he’s failed in asking you to be his, and this entire time you had somehow been his all along.

God, he is so stupidly in love with you.

He nips at your bottom lip and you make a sound that’s so soft and sweet in the back of your throat that has Steve’s head spinning. He nips again, revels in the breathy sigh you release against his lips, and Steve’s hand tugs harshly against your waist.

The kiss is perfect and everything he’s ever dreamed of.

Then, a thought occurs to Steve.

“Wait a minute,” he breaks the kiss and your love drunk expression almost makes him groan. He tells himself to focus, even though it’s incredibly difficult to do so. “If we’ve been supposedly dating since July, didn’t you wonder why I hadn’t kissed you yet?”

“Oh, I just thought you were shy.” You shrug, as if it’s no big deal. Then, with a teasing smile, you add, “And I guess I love you too.”

Steve decides, then and there, that you will be the death of him.

And he couldn’t be any happier as he pulls you in again for another bruising kiss.

Afterall, Steve has about seven months to make up for lost time.

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mclarengf · 3 months

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la vida es tan dulce (contigo)

race day with dad!logan sargeant

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note: woooow this got out of hand quick… well, enjoy my first proper full length fic! #didntknowhowtofinish x

“come on honey, time to go,” your boyfriend calls into the hotel room, still holding the door open for your daughter.

lottie sargeant, every bit her dad’s lookalike, runs out, a tiny hand placed above the cap on her head to prevent it from falling.

you stifle a laugh at her mild panic, readjusting the purse on your shoulder as you follow her out. logan closes the door behind him and holds out his arm for you to take. lottie, seeing you’re both ready to go, leads the way to the elevator, hitting the down button as if to summon it faster.

you squeeze her hand as you step in, “are you excited, lottie baby?”

she grins up at you and nods, seemingly too happy for words.

“you’re gonna do amazing too, honey.”

logan looks up at this and shoots you a nervous smile. he’d qualified p14 the day before, a genuinely impressive result for the twisty streets of monaco.

“all thanks to my lucky charm,” he’d said afterwards, kissing the top of lottie’s head in thanks.

“i’ll just be happy if i can stay p14, y’know?” he says now, fidgeting with his watch, “at least it’s pretty tricky to overtake here.”

“daddy’s gonna win!” lottie, having regained the ability to speak now, wraps herself around logan’s leg, a hug of support. logan laughs at her blind faith and pats her head as he leads her out of the elevator and out to the street.

“thank you, baby, i’m gonna try so hard just for you, yeah?”

williams had managed to get you holed up in a hotel only a couple of blocks away from the paddocks, so you’re walking a bit slower than your family because of the heels you’re wearing, having wanted to dress up a bit for the prestigious monaco grand prix. lottie, who’s now found herself atop her dad’s shoulders, develops a system of tapping the top of his head whenever she looks back and you’re a bit too far behind for her liking, so that he stops and you get an opportunity to catch up.

although lottie’s brilliant stratagem means you get there a few minutes later than planned, you all eventually arrive at the paddock entrance. logan puts your daughter down to grab his pass as rifle around in your purse for yours.

“lottie, have you got your paddock pass?”

lottie reaches for her neck, only to find it empty and pass-less.

“mummy…” her lip wobbles and her eyes turn sad as she realises what this means.

logan stops as he’s about to scan his, already thinking of ways to get her in without a pass. she’s a kid- she’s his kid, surely it’ll be fine, right?

“oh look, darling, here it is!” you produce lottie’s pass from your bag, along with your own, and hand it to your girl on the verge of tears. instantly, she brightens and runs back over to her dad.

relieved he doesn’t have to smuggle his own daughter in, logan lifts her up so she can tap her pass on the gate, before doing the same with his own and pushing through the turnstile. you follow suit, cringing at the photo which pops up on the display.

just as logan hands lottie back over to you on the other side, a fan recognises him, and then another, and another. soon, logan’s being swarmed, and you’ve been pushed off to the side. lottie, to her credit, isn’t much disturbed by the sudden separation, but does cling to you tighter, probably for fear of being pushed away from her mum as well. logan’s head pops up above the sea of people, eyes searching for you and you gesture vaguely in the direction of the garage and hospitality areas when you spot each other. he sticks a thumbs up in the air before ducking back down to focus on autographing mementoes and taking selfies.

you’re only stopped a few times on the way to hospitality, by a couple of fans who recognise you as logan’s partner, and a few photographers, looking to snap a ‘candid’ picture of the sargeant family.

the williams team principal is engaged in a lively conversation with a few team members when you emerge on the second floor of the williams area.

as soon as he sees you, he crosses the room for a hug, greeting you with a, “how’ve you been? it feels like it’s been ages!”

“ah, you know, busy with this one always,” you return the hug and help lottie to stand on a chair.

“hello lottie!” james is ecstatic to be fawning over your daughter, “don’t you look lovely today?”

she’s dressed head to toe in williams merch, a team jersey layered over a white tutu and tiny williams-blue sneakers. her team cap is slightly askew from the journey here, but at least her pigtails seem intact for now.

“hi grandpa james,” she reaches for him to hug her, and giggles as she’s spun around in his arms.

“where’s logan?” james asks you, peeking over your shoulder to spot his missing driver.

“ah, we left him at the gates; i didn’t want lottie to freak out about the crowd.”

he hums in understanding, still holding lottie.

“it’s looking good today, you know,” he nods down to where the garage is on the floor below, “weather’s fine, car’s performing; we’ve high hopes.”

you start to reply when he’s called over by an engineer with a clipboard. he hands lottie back to you with an apology, which you wave off.

“come on baby, where do you wanna watch the race then?” you shift her weight into one arm as you free the other to fix her hat.

lottie furrows her brows in deep thought, pondering your question, then points towards the balcony.

the view from up here is incredible; you’re looking out over the pit lane and back straight of the circuit, and can see all the yachts lined up in port hercule.

just then, lottie makes a small squeak, looking down at the pit wall. you follow her gaze down to see your partner walking over to gaëtan, greeting his engineer by dapping him up and pulling him into a hug. logan’s already dressed, wearing his fireproofs and overalls, tied at the waist. the two part and start discussing something or rather— most likely the next two hours of racing.

you know the race is supposed to start soon, but if logan’s only now saying hi to gaëtan, surely you’ve still got a little while. enough time to pop down and wish your boyfriend luck, at least. you adjust lottie in your arms again and make your way downstairs.

logan’s no longer in the pit lane when you reach the garage, so you head towards the drivers’ rooms in the back. you go to knock on the door just as benny pushes it open on his way out.

“oh hello!” he smiles at you as you catch the door with your foot, but his arms are full of god-knows-what training equipment, so you forego a hug and settle for returning his smile. lottie waves at him as he goes.

“baby?” you turn your attention back to the room, hoping to see logan sprawled out on his massage table, or standing in the middle of the room stretching out. instead, he’s sat on the floor, staring at his phone.

“hey!” he gets up and takes lottie from you. she settles easily, head dropping onto his shoulder to watch her parents talk.

“how’re you feeling now, log?” you shake your arms out- lottie’s getting so big so fast- and wrap one around logan’s waist. he rests his chin on your head, breathing in deeply and letting out a sigh.

you stand together in silence until, “i don’t wanna disappoint the team,” he mutters into your hair eventually, “i’ve finally got a good quali position and i don’t wanna fuck it up for everyone.”

he takes care to turn his head away from lottie as he swears; she’s at the age where she’s picking up words left and right.

you move your head back to look at him, taking in every detail about him; the slight bags under his eyes, the freckles dotted across his face, the 5 o’clock shadow growing in. there’s a piece of hair hanging in his eyes which you brush aside as you take his face in your hand. it’s these quiet moments you really adore, where it’s just you two (and lottie) against the world. the sargeant family. even if you’re not technically a sargeant yet.

“you’re gonna do wonderfully babe,” you smile as he leans into your touch, watch as the stress in his face leaves it. standing in front of you now isn’t logan sargeant, the american who made it to f1, or logan sargeant, the other williams driver, each version of himself burdened with massive responsibilities. right now, he’s just logan, the boy you fell in love with.

“and for what it’s worth, we’re already so proud of you, no matter how you do in the race.”

at this, lottie perks up and reaches her hand up to logan’s face too, wanting to join in. he melts at the gesture, taking her hand in his to press a kiss to her palm.

“that’s worth everything.”

he sits lottie down on the massage table to kiss you properly for the first time today, arms settling around your waist. his hand drifts lower as the kisses get lazier, and soon it’s fully rested on your bum while you exchange slow, open-mouthed kisses.

remembering where you are and your audience in the room, you pull away first, placing one more peck on logan’s lips as he pouts, wanting more.

he holds you tight as you say, “you’ve got a grand prix to race in now, handsome,” and is only incentivised to let go when you remind him how much lottie’s been looking forward to helping him get ready today.

lottie helping her daddy get ready consists of watching him pull his race suit over his shoulders and watching you zip him up. she holds his gloves out as he slips his hands into them, and then- logan’s favourite part- gives him a good luck kiss.

he’ll put his balaclava and helmet on just before he gets in the car, which lottie can’t help with today because you’re watching from upstairs.

“i love you, logan. race hard, yeah?”

you kiss him one more time before you leave, relishing in the way he doesn’t want to pull away.

“i love you too. keep your fingers crossed for me- both of you?”

lottie frowns at this; she’s not yet mastered how to cross her fingers by herself, but you laugh at her little expression and promise you’ll help her once you’re upstairs.

pre-race rituals complete, you tug her away from daddy and return to hospitality.

logan gets a good start when the lights go out, though a slow reaction from an aston martin ahead means he has to swerve to avoid a huge crash. he manages an overtake on kevin magnussen through the chicane, earning cheers throughout the room, and no doubt from the garage below too.

the race ends with logan p13, but after zhou guanyu gets a 5-second penalty for leaving track limits, he finds himself in p12.

logan’s post-race radio plays from the tv playing sky sports f1, “-good race today guys, thanks for helping me not look so bad in front of my daughter,” he laughs.

crofty is saying something in response but lottie, already ecstatic because of the energy in the room, has stolen your attention by squirming happily in your arms as she hears her daddy talking about her on tv. you decide to take her back into the paddock so she can run around and let off some steam.

logan’s in the media pen when lottie spots him, and, full of excitement, she slides her hand out of yours and is halfway to him by the time you can react.

“-yeah, really happy,” you hear him say before he’s interrupted, “oh-? what are you doing here, baby girl?”

he picks her up and looks around for you, smiling when he finds you.

“and who’s this gorgeous girl? is this who you were trying to impress in the car today, logan?” the interviewer- thank god- doesn’t seem annoyed by the intrusion, and instead welcomes it, holding the mic up to lottie, awaiting her answer.

“i’m lottie,” your girl says brightly, “my daddy’s the best racer in the whole world!”

logan, the interviewer, and logan’s press officer all laugh at this, while lottie smiles proudly. logan takes the opportunity to carefully adjust the williams cap on lottie’s head, which has been knocked askew from her running.

“lottie, do you want to be a racer like your dad?”

logan angles her away from the mic before she can answer.

“oh, let’s not get those ideas in her head yet. she’s already a handful without the stress of karting and racing right now.”

this earns another laugh from the interviewer, thoroughly amused by father and daughter. the rest of the interview is uneventful due to lottie preoccupying herself with waving at the other drivers as they travel around the pen.

logan makes a beeline for you when he’s released.

“hi baby,” he lets lottie down and scoops you up just as quick.

“i’m so proud of you, log. for real.”

he says nothing, enjoying the moment, though you can feel him smile into the crook of your neck as he stays holding you up. you’re accutely aware of some people stopping around you and filming, but you’re just focussed on being with logan and lottie. your family.

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rs-hawk · 5 months

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In reference to this ask, I’ve been thinking about Slime.

Slime Partner who wants to breed and be bred. You hold them down, fucking their slimey, dripping cunt until they clench around your strap and cum, lighter colored slime droplets bearing down their thighs. You fingering and playing with their cunt as they whine and cry. You shoving your fingers down their throat so they can only gag on them as you play with their slimey flesh.

Or them waking you up by pushing two cocks into you. You grunting and trying to get out from under them as they stretch out multiple hands to hold you down. Then mercilessly stretching your pretty little human cunt with both those fat slime cocks, thrusting and squishing them in and out of you. You beg them to be careful, but that only makes them go faster, them stretching out another cock when you start crying to shove down your throat to choke you. You gagging on the slimey thing as it pushes down your throat.

Your Slime Partner constantly fucking and stretching you, filling you with slime over and over again so your stomach is stretched and full of slime, and soon, Slime young.

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0nlythrowharrybeaux · 3 months

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Wake n' Bake**

✨Just horny smut ✨

Warning: Drug use (weed), oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, mentions of sex

WC: 1.4k

You were tingling all over as you made your way from the bedroom to Harry’s music room. You saw your dog shoot up from the warm little square on the carpet where the sun always hit right at noon.

“Chill, s’just me, Jojo.” You said comfortingly to your mini schnauzer. And with that he yawned and laid back down. You giggled and then you giggled some more because you had giggled.

Suddenly you could feel every fiber of the soft carpet on your feet and you were very aware of your eyelashes and of the intense pulse of your pussy. You were fucking wet, it tickled a bit between your lips from the all too easy glide. You hummed in satisfaction as you saw him hunched over the piano.

“Hey baby.” He greeted you before you announced yourself. It was amusing to you that he could sense you, you could sense him too.

“Hiya. What’re you up to?”

“Just…seeing if I have anything good…here…” he said as he looked through scribbles of music notes on those pre-staved sheets.

“Mmmm…”

“Did you just wake up?” He asked and you smiled as you came up beside him and gently scratched at his head.

“Yep. Kinda wore me out last night.” You said and he chuckled.

“That’s what she said.” He mumbled very sarcastically.

“It’s true! My arms feel like noodles! Couldn’t even pick up my water jug.” You complained.

“I told you not to try to match my reps” he said with a smirk, you could hear it in his voice.

“Yeah…” you mumbled. “Hey, look at me.” You said and he turned to you and you smiled. But then he smiled wider, his eyes crinkled at the sides and his dimples carved into the spots beside his toothy grin.

“Are you high?” He asked in amusement and you giggled and nodded.

“I was listening to the new Kacey Musgraves song when I showered the other night and she said something about “wake & bake” and I’ve never done that before and it sounded so fucking nice. So I proposed to myself to give it a try. So I went to the dispensary yesterday and got myself a rapid onset gummy pack and now I’m really, really high.” You explained and he sputtered on a laugh.

“Yeah, I can see that. Your eyes all are lidded and glassy.” He pointed out, “You didn’t eat before?”

“No. Just brushed my teeth and ate it.”

“So it’s gonna be a long while.”

“God, I hope so.” You said and he chuckled. And after he settled you ran your hand down to his cheek and cupped it in your hand. “I had actually come down here for a purpose, not just to be nosy.” You said and he turned you.

“What d’ya need?” He asked sweetly and you smiled a bit.

“I need you to eat my pussy.” You said candidly and he immediately licked over his lips, “Please. I got so fucking horny. Need you to do it, don’t wanna do it myself.” You said and he stood up and grabbed your face and kissed you. It was a sloppy kiss. You were slightly uncoordinated at the moment and he smiled against your mouth as he brought one of his hands down to your shorts. He patted you over your pussy lightly a few times before pushing the center part aside and sliding his fingers right up against your sticky little folds.

“Fuck…” he chuckled in astonishment.

“I know…” you breathed out a laugh and he smiled up at you before pulling down your shorts. You wiggled out of them as he gathered his sheets of music and placed them on a stand just a couple feet away.

“Get on here.” He said patting the bench and you climbed on, “Sit on there.” He said, eying the piano. You listened and then moments later he was adjusting the bench before bringing it up to the keys and plopping down and proceeding to pull your legs apart.

“Baby…” you whined as he gently blew at your sopping little cunt.

“Don’t whine.” He tutted.

“Please… I need you to lick it. Please, Har. Please, baby.” You whined desperately.

“I will, baby. I will.” He appeased you as he got an eyeful of your glistening labia. You were so fucking pretty. Your skin so soft and tender and warm. You smelled nice too, he loved it when he could smell it on his own light beard for the rest of the day until he washed his face at night. You called him gross for it, but he didn’t give a damn. He was proud of wearing you on him like that.

With that image in mind he leaned in and took his first big lick. Bottom to top he laved his tongue slowly, catching every single sensitive bit on you. Your hips stuttered and you hissed as the pleasure rolled through you. It felt more intense now, you could feel the waves rippling down your legs and tickling down your feet. Then he licked over your clit and your head hung back as you moaned softly.

“Yeah baby, right there!” You encouraged him, hips grinding up against him. He wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you closer as he lapped down to your entrance and wiggled his tongue in. The pretty little tip of his nose bumped your clit over and over as his hot tongue plunged inside of you. “Damn…damn, you’re so fucking good, baby. Fuck I’m already getting close.” You rushed out before moaning again. Your tummy was starting to tighten up and he moved away and then sunk two fingers into you without a warning. You moaned and furrowed your brows as he hooked them into your g-spot right away. “Oh god, yes!” You mewled and he groaned before starting to flick at your clit with his tongue.

Your eyes rolled back as your body started to tense up. You felt your thighs and abs quivering, the sounds of his fingers plunging into you slow and deep were getting more and more distinguishable. He then started to suck on your puffy, little clit until your brain spazzed out. You swear you forgot to breathe as the tingles became so unbearable that they burst from deep in your core and out to the rest of your body.

“Fuck, baby! Fuck, baby! I’m coming so hard!” You whimpered, “No! No! Keep going!” you pleaded pathetically when he started to slow down. “Make me come again, daddy! I need to come some more.” You begged and he groaned and went faster.

You started to tremble again as he slurped on your over sensitive clit and fucked you with his fingers until your cum started to drip down his forearm.

“Shit!” He cursed lowly and quickly picked you up to get you off the piano. You whined at the emptiness but moments later you were on the ground and he was burying his fingers back into you and rubbing them around before he started to fuck you again. “Come for me, baby. Give me another one.”

You started to wither moments later. And once again he picked up the pace, going harder than before and next thing you knew, your breath was hitching and you were frozen as the most overwhelming pressure piqued inside of you. Your legs fell open wide and you started to squirt.

“Fuck yeah, baby…good, girl. Make a mess f’me.” Harry mumbled lowly against you as the intense spurts started to dwindle. You immediately started to tremble in over stimulation and he laughed before engulfing your clit between his lips.

“Harry! Fuuuuuck!” You shrieked and he was smiling as your eyes welled up and you squeezed them shut before you started to come. You gasped and writhed and sobbed as he held you down and forced you through that orgasm. “Please…please, I can’t stand it!” You whispered pitifully and he started to lighten up. “Oh my god…thank you. Thank you…” you panted as he lapped at you very gently.

“Course, baby.” He whispered before kissing your mound. He helped you sit up and then pulled you into his arms. His cheek was smushed into your head, “You should get high more. Like how horny you get.” He said snd you giggled.

“Honestly, me too.” You concluded, “Do you want to go have sex? Really erotic sex?”

“Yes, but I wanna be high too.” He said and you smiled. “Can I come inside you?” He asked with a hopeful grin and you pressed your forehead into his and nodded.

“Yeah, I’d really love that actually.” You hummed and he smirked.

“Of course you would.” He chuckled and kissed your head. “C’mon, let’s get back in bed then so I can stuff your slutty pussy full.”

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meebles · 10 months

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Obi-Wan knows he’s being rather old-fashioned about this.

Cody Fett is his own man, and he certainly doesn’t need his father’s permission to get married. But Obi-Wan figures it’s still the courteous thing, to at least make his intentions known before he proposes.

After Obi-Wan tells Jango as much, the man stares at him silently for an unnerving amount of time, before he sighs.

“You don’t need my blessing, if that’s what you’re asking… it’s the rest of them you need to worry about.”

Obi-Wan blinks. “The rest of them?”

—

“So,” Fox starts, sitting down on the chair across from him. “You think you’re good enough to marry my brother?”

“Fox, please,” Obi-Wan says, pained. “You know me. I’ve been dating Cody for years. Is this all really necessary?”

Fox just raises a brow. “I hope you cleared your schedule. You’re going to be here awhile.”

Obi-Wan looks to the door, behind which he knows the rest of Cody’s brothers are waiting. All nineteen of them.

He turns back to Fox, who takes that as his cue to fully launch into what’s likely meant to be a speech, but feels more like an interrogation.

Obi-Wan bites back a groan. For Cody, even this particular brand of torture is worth it.

#codywan #star wars #the clone wars #tcw #modern au #meebles writes #pls don't take this seriously #my brother just proposed to his gf so it inspired this goofy little ficlet #that i wrote last night instead of working on my actual fics oopsie

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splataii · 1 year

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wc: 1.3k

cw: dom top male character, sub bottom male reader, he/him pronouns, minor dacryphilia, breeding kink, cumming untouched, stomach bulge, minor cum eating, minor degradation, use of the words "boypussy" and "boycunt"

reader is a tease, but has met his match with ryusei shidou. its kinda drabbles, and fics mixed together.

shidou is always ready to match your energy which makes it literally impossible to tease him.

it was after dinner you first tried to mess w him, sliding past him while you grinded against his crotch. but before you could even fully pass him, he was grabbing ur hips and locking you in place while he pressed his hand on the small of your back, bending you over the table to hump against ur ass. he breathed heavy pornographic moans into your ear, driving you crazy till he finally finished in his pants, squeezing ur thigh with a grin before he was off.

you tried again another time by pressing a ghost of a kiss on his lips, pulling back before he could do anything, sly smile on your face. but of course that wasn't nearly enough for someone like him. his strong hand grabbed you by the back of your pretty neck, pulling your lips back onto his, as he shoved his tongue down your throat. you moaned, barely any time to process it all before he angled you right above his knee and pulled you down, making you pathetically rut against him.

this boy stays one upping you whenever he can, so naturally, you figured you had to try somethin different.

no sex, no jerkin off, no nothin for a whole week.

he was understandably confused. but you promised he could do anything he wanted to you if he succeeded, so he agreed to follow all your rules. or at least try to… you definitely wasn't making it any easier for him.

you start wearing really tight clothes at home more often, always asking for his opinion on the new outfits you buy.

and “accidentally” send him videos of you fucking yourself with another one of your toys, his name spilling from your lips.

he brings it up, but you always play dumb, swearing up and down you ain't up to nothing.

the whole thing makes him salty as hell, and he spends most of the week in a bad mood.

you notice him all stomping around the place and ask him what was wrong, batting your pretty eyelashes at him, knowing that you knew damn well what was up.

he just couldn't wait for the week to be up so he could replace that teasing smile with your pretty crying face, choking on his dick.

and the end of the week couldn't come fast enough.

he sees you first thing that friday and doesn't give you no “hi” or nothin. just scooping you up and over his shoulder so he can throw you on the bed.

you turn around on your back, propping yourself up on your elbows, and he’s already on top of you, biting your bottom lip as he lets his tongue slide into your mouth as he rips your shirt off of you.

he groans into your mouth as he ruts his cock against yours, already hard from just the sight of you laid out in bed underneath him. eventually he pulls back, giving you air to breathe as he angles his clothed dick over your dazed face.

“he missed you,” shidou grins as he fiddles with his waistband, his dick springing from the confines of his pants. your eyes widen as you remember just how big he is, drool pooling in your mouth as you take in his intoxicating scent, “why don't you say hi?”

shido is hellbent on breeding your boypussy till youre pregnant, and you aint leaving that room till he’s absolutely sure ur stuffed full a his cum. he spends the least amount of time necessary to prep you before he’s stuffing you full. the stretch was so big, you were begging him to slow down. but your cries spurred him on even more as he bottomed out in you, moaning as your hole desperately clenched down on him.

tears prick his eyes as he cums just from being inside you, the warmth of your walls enough to send him over the edge. he hasn’t felt your tight walls in ages, you don’t know how good you make him feel.

when he finally starts fucking you in earnest, his pace is relentless, barely giving u time to breathe as he angles ur hips up, drawing every single moan and whimper from your pretty lips that he can. he presses his head to your chest as he whines before he's finally emptying balls deep inside of you.

he likes pressing down on the bulge of his cock on your tummy, and grabs your hand to make sure you can feel it too. your eyes roll back as you moan, feeling his huge cock thrust in and out of you. “fuck, can ya feel me in your guts baby?”

he has you bent in every position as he mindlessly fucks you, milking every last drop of cum from your aching cock as you shake from the overstimulation. but your fucked out face as he rips another orgasm from your body is always enough to get him going again.

he has you ride him while he jerks you off till your legs are jelly, and all that can come out of your mouth is shameless babbles and whines as you beg to be filled. he’ll wrap your arms around his shoulders, and grab your hips so he can fuck you on his cock himself, and fill his baby boy up just like you so prettily begged him to.

right when you think he's satisfied, shidou is pushing you onto your knees and making you clean off the cum on his dick w your tongue. he holds u back by the back of your head to tease you, laughing everytime you go cross eyed with your tongue hanging out your mouth trying to catch his cock on your tongue. when you’ve just barely got the head on your lips, he’s shoving himself in your mouth and using your throat like a fleshlight. drool dribbles down your chin as he nears his climax and you grab onto his thighs, silently begging him to cum down your throat. but he always pulls back and finishes all over your face instead, painting it white so he can make an absolute mess a you.

tears prick the corner of your eyes as he spills his cum on your flushed cheeks and not down your throat. he's quick to kiss your tears dry before planting his lips on yours so he can taste his cum off your lips.

you barely have the strength to let out another whimper as shido fucks another load of cum in you, heavy groans in your ear dizzying as he bites your shoulder, leaving another mark.

“what's the matter?” shidou lets out a chuckle, flipping you onto your back and spreading your ass so he can watch the cum ooze out of your abused hole, “this what you wanted right? to be fucked dumb?”

“please..” you groan, breath hitching as he catches his tip on your puffy hole, painting your ass with his cum.

“looks like this little guy hasn't had enough yet, huh?”, he laughs as he watches your boycunt clench around nothing as he pulls your hips into the air, your tear stricken face still buried in the pillows.

despite how fucked out you are, your hips instinctively jerk up for him as he slides himself into you, the wet sound of his cum being pushed deeper inside your stretched hole making you moan.

your limbs feel like they're on fire as he starts rutting into your worn body, using you like a fleshlight. shaking, your hand stretches out, reaching for anything to ground you, but shidou is quick to lean down and pin your wrist to the mattress.

“don't get all shy on me now, pretty boy,” he smiles, spare hand grabbing at your soft thighs and lifting it up to expose ur cock as it slaps against your tummy with every rut of his hips, “we aren't finished having fun,”

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