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Virgil, Logan, ‘Belly’
NOTE: This is another double ficlet (500 words) because I just wanted to explore this scene more!
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‘What a brave baby!’ Logan praised, pulling a baby wipe from the packet. A choked cry came from behind Minty. Logan’s smile faltered as he cleaned his fingers of diaper cream with the wipe. ‘Are you a brave boy, Vee?’
Virgil squeezed his softie tighter with a wet sniffle. Minty wobbled and Logan knew that Virgil was shaking his head.
It always broke Logan’s heart to see him so scared during changes. Even though this was the eighth time Logan had changed his diaper, each and every time Virgil had cried.
‘It’s okay, sweetheart,’ Logan sighed then picked up the bottle of baby powder. ‘Nearly done, I promise.’
Without considering what he was doing, Logan instantly puffed some of the baby powder onto Virgil’s crotch without the usual forewarning.
Virgil’s body wracked with a violent flinch.
‘Oh!’ Logan gasped. He dropped the bottle onto the towel, not caring about the cloud of powder that misted the air. ‘I am so sorry, honey! Mama wasn’t thinking,’ he stuttered, stroking his hands over Virgil’s arms in a desperate attempt to soothe the boy. It did nothing to help.
As Logan should have predicted, the unexpected sensation had shocked Virgil into loud tears. Logan himself wanted to cry at the sound.
‘Shh, it’s alright, baby.’ Logan knew Virgil was uncomfortable at being exposed; an easy fix. Amongst Virgil’s spluttered whimpers, Logan folded up the diaper that was laid beneath Virgil to cover him.
The cries quieted instantly. The feeling of wearing a clean diaper always comforted Virgil, and this was evidently no exception.
‘That’s it,’ Logan whispered. ‘Mama’s got you.’
Minty sunk to reveal Virgil’s mismatched eyes, which swam with unshed tears.
‘Oh, my baby,’ Logan murmured, feeling pained. ‘As soon as you’re taped up we can cuddle. Doesn’t that sound nice?’
Logan folded the diaper tightly over Virgil’s hips as he awaited an answer. After a few seconds of no response, he held the diaper hem shut at Virgil’s stomach and looked up.
‘Don’t cuddles sound nice, sweetheart?’ he repeated, sure that Virgil was confused by the phrasing.
He was shocked to see Virgil’s eyes squinting happily.
‘Is that a little smile?’ Logan asked, his own lips stretching with a relieved grin. ‘Is that a happy baby?’
The diaper hem slipped slightly in his hold, so Logan readjusted his grip, his fingers brushing across Virgil’s belly at the movement. Virgil instantly squeaked and giggled.
With a smirk, Logan realised why Virgil’s mood had flipped so suddenly. He scribbled his fingertip over Virgil’s tummy and almost cheered when Virgil dropped Minty to the mattress, revealing a bright dimpled smile. ‘Whoopsie daisy!’ Logan sang, utterly giddy. ‘Does that tickle, baby?’
‘Mama wi-ti-tibble!’
Logan chuckled at his baby and kept tickling him lightly as he taped up the diaper. Soon it was over, with Virgil’s delighted, squeaky laughter still bouncing off the walls.
‘Okay, sweetheart-’ Logan announced, pulling the giggly baby onto his lap and holding him tight, ‘-I think we’ve earned ourselves some cuddles.’
You are Y/N, prince of Xebel and the younger brother of princess Mera.
Your father, king Ryus was at war with the Kingdom of Atlantis.
You always were opposed to the war, but your father didn't hear you.
He wanted revenge.
Ryus lost the war and Atlantian troops entered the capital.
You saw them enter the palace and you ran to your bedchambers.
You heard stories about the Atlantean King.
Stories about how he was merciless to his inemies and to traitors.
"What's going to happen to me and my family?" was the only thing you could think of.
A couple of minutes, you heard a strong banging at your door.
"Prince Y/N of Xebel, come out now!" a soldier said behind the door.
You didn't obliged, instead you tried to hide.
The soldier broke your door down and you could see, it wasn't just one, there were five of them.
"This is it." you thought, this was the time you were going to die.
Your father and sister were probably dead by now.
The soldiers surrounded you and took you as a prisoner to the Throne room.
You tried to fight them, but to no use.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO HIM?!"
The soldiers trembled from the King's strong and commanding voice.
The soldiers let you go immediately.
You saw your sister and father and runed to them.
"Father, what's going on?"
"Don't worry my son, it's all going to be fine."
The Atlantean King made his was to you.
He was much taller then you thought.
"Tell me little one, what's your name?"
Arthur also heard stories about you, stories about your kindness, your intelligence and of your tremendous beauty.
You looked at the floor, the presence of the King made you feel a little bit scared.
He had a strong presence, much like an Alpha.
"I'm Y-Y/N, p-prince of Xebel."
He took a hold of your chin with his hand and made you look at him in the eyes.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Y/N, I'm Arthur, king of Atlantis."
Arthur couldn't believe his eyes, you were stunning.
He was sure you were created by the Gods.
In that day you found out that in the peace treaty, your father basically gave you away to Arthur.
Also on that day you were taken to Poseidonis, Atlatis' capital.
You cried your eyes out on the journey to Poseidonis.
Arthur held you close the entire time, his body keeping you warm.
You tried to push him away, but he wouldn't move.
"Don't worry Y/N, I will take care of you."
Arthur saw you for the first through a portrait, he thought you were perfection.
When he saw you in person he was totally smitten by you.
Your beautiful face, your petite figure, everything about you made his hart melt.
When you got to the palace, Arthur made sure you had everything that you needed.
Arthur wanted to sleep with you, he wanted to hold you at night and calm your insecurities.
But he knew he couldn't.
He didn't want to scare you away.
That night you berely slept, you felt betrayed by your father.
The next days were always the same, Arthur would personally pick you up at your room, you would have breakfast together and then he would spend time with you until he had royal matters to attend.
Each day you opened up to him, even if it was just a little.
Arthur would pay attention to what you had to say.
He wanted to memorize every detail you had to share.
Each time he would fall even more in love with you.
Three month after you being in Atlantis he asked you on a date.
"Would you like to go on a date with me?"
You accept and not long after that, you and Arthur started dating.
Your sister Mera showed up when she found out.
To cut a long story short, she tried to kill you.
She was in love with Arthur, but you stole him from her.
"Mera of Xebel, I condemn you to life inprisonment.
Your father died of a heart attack after receiving the news.
Three years after that you and Arthur got married and you were crowned King of Atlantis.
On your wedding night, moans and groans were heard throughout the palace.
When Arthur was away, you were appointed reagent.
You did a very good job.
The people of Atlantis love you.
You help Arthur with matters of state.
When Arthur introduced you to Justice League, they were very surprise.
Athur married to a man?
"I'm Y/N, prince of Xebel and king of Atlantis."
This was your life now, helping and loving your husband.
Arthur loved you more than anything in the world and every day he made sure that you knew that.
Summary: Ticklish!Sam, Ticklish!Gabe; (Sabriel) Sam and Gabriel decide to try a new position. Features Asexual!Sam
Original Prompt: Okay, so Sam and Gabriel 69 style…blowing raspberries into each other’s tummy. The first one it scream for mercy loses. The two who arguably have the most tickling tummies in the world, and are both pretty stubborn.
A/N: Just saying, THERE IS NO SMUT :)
Sam swallowed nervously, playing with the hem of his shirt. He only had that and a pair of boxers on which didn’t leave much to imagine. He glanced up with the bathroom door opened and Gabriel appeared wearing just some moxies and a towel ruffling his wet hair. The Archangel loved taking showers the human way because it relaxes him.
“You look like you’re about to pass out,” Gabriel noted, climbing into the bed and knocking their shoulders together. “If you don’t wanna do it, we don’t have to.”
Sam sighed because no that’s not what he wants. It took a lot of courage for Sam to tell Gabriel that he had a kink for ticking. It took even more for Sam to admit that it wasnt a sexual kink. He doesn’t get that kind of reaction out of anything! Sam honestly couldn’t care about sex and doesn’t understand why Dean always makes such a big deal about it. But tickling was special to Sam because that was his intimate. And Sam wants to share it with Gabe. So no, he did it want to back out, he was just nervous because he never thought he’d get to where he was.
“No, I-I want to do this,” Sam said firmly. “I’m just nervous.”
Gabriel gently dragged Sam back on the bed and slowly stripped Sam’s shirt off. He pressed a gentle kiss on Sam’s belly, smirking at the immediate flinch. Gabe quickly took his shirt off and climbed on top of Sam until his belly was directly above Sam’s lips and Sam’s tum was in front of Gabriel.
“Okay kiddo, I’ll count to three. First one who asks for mercy gets wrecked completely for an hour.”
Sam blushed even though determination drive through him.
“One…Two…Three,” Gabriel shouted, quickly leaning down and blowing a huge raspberry on Sam’s belly.
Sam shrieked, not having the time to get Gabriel when another one was placed right on Sam’s belly button. Sam giggled adorably at the tickles, taking a deep breath and clutching Gabriel’s waist, placing a huge raspberry on the pudgy tummy.
Gabriel squealed, giving Sam the time to litter dozens of raspberries. Gabriel was quickly in hysterics but also placed down his raspberries when he could. The two were a laughing bundle of tickles and giggles.
“AHAHAHA GAHAHABE!” Sam squawked as Gabriel got a raspberry on Sam’s side, right above his hip. It was a super sensitive area and Gabriel damn well knew it too.
“S-SahahahammEHEHEHE!” Gabriel cried out when Sam attacked his lower belly. He couldn’t handle normal tickles there. “THAHAHAT TIHIHICKLES!”
“Thahahats the POHOHOINT!”
Gabriel cheated a little and nibbled along Sam’s waist line and Sam cheated by digging into Gabe’s sides. Both were determined to win though and were ready to wreck the other any chance they got.
Lets play a little game. How about you let me tie your legs spread apart and edge your clit with my feathers while I read to you all your tumblr posts about wanting to be tied and have your clit edged with feathers? And no worries, we can pay special attention to those posts about being made to beg and not be allowed to cum.
“He doesn’t need this, Zach. He doesn’t need someone like me screwing up his life. And I’m not even sure I like guys. And it’s fucked up, we even dated the same girl and we’re not-”
“Bullshit. You and I both know you’re just looking for excuses to stay as far as possible from him, where there’s no chance of you ever getting hurt again. Instead you’re just the dickhead who’s hurting him.”
“He doesn’t need this, Zach. He doesn’t need someone like me screwing up his life. And I’m not even sure I like guys. And it’s fucked up, we even dated the same girl and we’re not-”
“Bullshit. You and I both know you’re just looking for excuses to stay as far as possible from him, where there’s no chance of you ever getting hurt again. Instead you’re just the dickhead who’s hurting him.”
Summary: Max had been attending races with his daughter alone, people begin to wonder what happened to his husband. Until you show up to Vegas that is.
A/N: Me taking less than a week to write a fic? Crazy right?
A/N2: This was started before this mornings announcement, i’m still deciding whether or not to keep writing for Max.
Tagging: One mention of feeling sick, deployment (nothing graphic), Author keeps getting military reunion videos of their FYP, Toddler tantrum, This is real short and real low quality, Reader is implied to be an American citizen, media harrassment
June 2023
Max felt sick as soon as he seen the letter come through the post in the morning. That stupid emblem that you devoted your life to every time you left.
He considered putting it back in its place, pretending he hadn’t checked the post. He didn’t want to be the one to give you the potentially awful news that could be in that envelope. But he couldn’t do that, not when he knew it was there.
So, he ventured up to the nursery where you were sat in the rocking chair in the corner of the room bottle-feeding your 8 month old. You looked so happy, Max almost didn’t want to tell you. However he had to.
“(Y/N)” He said, catching your attention and holding the letter up. You went from smiling down at your giggling baby to your face dropping instantly. You wished you never had looked up.
“Oh- Swap with me” You said, handing Max Vanessa and then slipping the letter from his hand. You began opening the letter, eyes skimming the words until you said you had to go make a phone call and left the room.
~
You tried to call anyone you could, Commanding officers, people of your rank, people much higher up but there was no way out of it, you were still in reserve and they needed you.
If wasn’t as if Max hadn’t expected it. He had uprooted his entire life to move to the country you served just so you didn’t have to leave all the time. You both knew this could happen before you got married.
Thats how you ended up at the airport 2 weeks later in your uniform, a fresh haircut and face shave done, with your bags with you. Random on lookers glaring at you with pity on their faces.
“I’m gonna miss you, little one” You said, holding the baby up and kissing her head gently. “You’re gonna be so big when I get back” You whispered gently against her skin.
“And I think I might miss you too” You said, kissing your husband and handing the baby back. “I love you both so much, I wish you luck on every race i’m gonna miss” You said before picking up your stuff and walking away before you sobbed in front of a packed airport.
Max and Vanessa were papped leaving the airport, nobody knew about you at this time. Just the baby. So it left people wondering why Max Verstappen was leaving the airport crying with no bags.
~
23rd November 2024 - Las Vegas
“Ness, please just put the sock on” Max pleaded, crouching on the floor by his hotel bed with a sock held in his hand. He was currently wrestling with your 2 year old to get her dressed for the Vegas GP. It was highly likely she would sleep through it but Max still had to get her dressed.
“No!” The little girl whined, kicking her feet trying to push Max away.
“Okay” Max sighed “What about these tights?” Max asked, holding up the pair of tights from his suitcase that would go with her dress instead.
“Yeah” Vanessa said sadly, wiping the meaningless tears she had said. God Max loved his toddler but man was she stressful work.
“Okay, tights it is” He said sighing as he pulled the pink and white polka dot tights up her legs.
Max had pulled her pretty blonde ringlets into a bow at the back of her head and they were ready to go.
~
Max had managed to get Vanessa into her car seat without anymore tears than necessary. She was sat in her car seat with her giraffe stuffie that you had sent over.
“You excited to see papa win hm?” He said, looking in his mirror as he looked at his daughter in the backseat of his car.
“Yayyy papa win” the little girl said, throwing both her arms and her stuffed giraffe into the air in excitement.
The car got a little silent after that, she was dozing off for a mid-day nap to keep her going until a but later. Then you called, great, now Ness wouldn’t nap. As much as he loved you, you had awful timing when calling him. He answered using the button on the steering wheel.
“Hey, Liefje, I’m in the car with Ness. We’re on the way to the track.” Max answered, a somewhat monotone voice. He wouldn’t give an emotion until you expressed the nature of your call. Not after answering a bit too enthusiastically one too many times.
“Hi Darling, Hi Ness!” You said happily down the phone. Good, happy call. It also sounded quiet where you were, that usually meant downtime. Wherever you were.
“Hi daddy!” A now very excitable Vanessa screeched from the back seat.
“Hi baby, I was just calling to wish papa luck for his big race. So good luck, Max. I’ll try and speak to you a bit later okay? I just want to make sure I caught you before you got busy.” You said Lazily, you sounded relaxed. More relaxed than you had sounded on the phone is ages.
“Okay, (Y/N). I’ll call you later. Vanessa say bye bye to Dad” Max said, looking in the mirror to see if he still had her attention.
“Bye Daddy” She said blowing kisses to the phone even though you couldn’t see. She didn’t really get the difference between a Facetime and a call.
“Bye Ness, Bye Max” You said before promptly hanging up the phone.
~
F1PaddockUpdts
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F1PaddockUpdts Max Verstappen arrives at the paddock with his daughter. Still no partner.
user1 Are we STILL on this, Max himself has come out and said he and his partner are totally fine. They’re just busy.
user2 yeah but busy every weekend for almost 2 years is absolutely wild, I mean come on 🙄
user3 Max is better than me bc if my partner refused to attend one race in TWO seasons I would be saying something
user4 Y’all lack any sense of privacy. Its wild
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Max came back to Red Bull to get his stuff and his daughter. He slid into his drivers room. He was sweaty, tired and wanted a nap but he needed to get Vanessa first. What Max didn’t know is that you followed him and he hadn’t noticed.
Max bent down to pick a very excitable daughter up and give her attention.
“Daddy back!” Vanessa exclaims excitedly as she wiggles in Max’s grasp, patting his shoulder excitedly.
“Yeah, i’m back. I won the championship” Max said, still not turning around to look over his shoulder. Assuming his daughter was talking to him.
“Noooo, you’re papa, not daddy” Venessa said with a cheeky grin on her face. She was pointing behind Max and he still thought nothing of it.
“Ness, I don’t understan-“ Max began before he was rudely interrupted by his daughter
“Papa, down” Vanessa demanded, wriggling her little legs as Max put her down in-front of him. She instantly ran into the space behind Max and his eyes followed. Then he seen what she meant.
You. Sat on the floor squeezing your baby tightly. Your bags at your side and a RedBull social media admin filming the whole thing. You hadn’t even changed properly, Camo trousers and a plain white t-shirt with your dog tags sat on your neck.
“See Papa, Daddy!” Vanessa half-yelled, muffled by your shoulder as you held her tight.
“Daddy” Max repeated just looking at you, it had been 16 months since he last seen you. Except the odd FaceTime on the odd occasions you had schedules that over lapped. “When did you get here?” He asked.
“I watched the race, now come here” You said from your position on the floor, beckoning max down to you. He did as he was told as you scooped him up in your other arm. “I am so proud of you, Baby. 4 championships, 4” You stated again. Kissing his hairline gently.
“Eww, kissing” Vanessa piped up.
“Ohh, is that how it is huh? No more bedtime kisses for you then” You said, lifting her up and moving her so she was sat between you and Max.
The RedBull admin had left, having got they footage they wanted and took the hint to leave.
“Noooo, I get kisses because i’m still little” She said, looking up at you “You don’t need kisses ‘cause you’re too big”
“I don’t think thats how it works Ness. You don’t get too big for kisses” You said as she still clung to you for dear life. You were surprised she even wanted to approach you since you hadn’t been with her since she was about 8 months old but apparently Max had made it a point to make sure she still knew who you were.
“And anyway I have been away for so long, I think I deserve to give my family kisses, dontcha think?” You said, attacking Vanessa with kisses and she started giggling loudly.
“Great, you come back and wind her up and now she won’t sleep tonight” Max half whined.
“Oh as if you had plans on sleeping tonight” You teased, rolling your eyes and kissing your husband properly this time
Summary: you hear your dog barking outside, you investigate.
Warnings: fluff
WC: 359
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Barking in your yard startled you, making you pause your Netflix show mid-episode. You rose from the couch, stretching as you made your way to the kitchen. Peeking through the window over the sink, a small smile tugged at your lips.
Your pit bull, Miracle, was at the fence, tail wagging like crazy as she jumped in excitement at the tall man standing just beyond your backyard. He was crouched slightly, making goofy faces at her—and she was eating it up.
You opened the back door and gave a short whistle. The man turned, looking a little sheepish as he straightened up and took a few steps back.
“Sorry,” he said quickly, holding up his hands. “Didn’t mean to freak you out.”
“It’s okay,” you called as you stepped closer, scratching Miracle behind her ears as she whined happily. “She likes the attention. You can pet her, if you want.”
He smiled, a bit tentative at first, but then reached out to stroke Miracle’s nose. She gave a playful little growl, clearly approving.
“I’m Sam,” he said, glancing up at you with a friendly grin. “Just moved in down the street. I go running most mornings, and I’ve seen this cutie sprinting around the yard. Figured she was friendly.”
You chuckled, looking down at your tail-wagging companion. “This is Miracle. I’m Y/N. Welcome to the neighborhood, Sam.”
“Thanks,” he replied, his smile deepening as Miracle licked his fingers.
“You know,” you mused, “Miracle loves running. Maybe too much.”
“She definitely looks like she’s got energy to burn,” Sam laughed. “She kind of reminds me of my brother’s old dog, only…less destructive.”
“I’ve been thinking she could use a running buddy,” you offered casually. “If you’re out there anyway, maybe I could pay you to take her along?”
Sam waved a hand. “No need for payment. I’d be happy to. She seems like great company.”
You grinned. “Maybe starting tomorrow?”
He nodded. “Sure. And maybe afterward… if you’re free, you could stop by my place? I make a pretty decent cup of coffee.”
Your smile widened. “Coffee and a worn-out dog? Sounds like a win to me.”
She's lying there, spread. Knees tied up and apart. Her sensitive pussy open and vulnerable.
I have all my tools ready. Slowly, I dip my soft brush into the warm lube and start painting. Starting at the sides, down the labia, excrutiatingly slow. Softly covering every little part of her pussy, and then her clit. Up and down, side to side, around and around.
I want her little moans, her little giggles, the little sighs and pants as I tease her little bud.
Then I grab a rose. Setting it perfectly over her clit, I let it suck. I want her clit to swell, I want it more sensitive, stiff and accessible to all the delicious things I want to do to it.
She's not allowed to cum, oh no. Needy and dripping, her little clit throbbing for me. I want to run the pad of my finger over it gently. I want to drag a feather over it. I want to paint it with my brush. I want to tap it with the little pointed vibrator.
Pretty squeaks turn into begging. Sighs become moans. I want this little button with it's thousands of nerve endings to become the most ticklish and unbearable spot on her beautiful body.
Back and forth between the rose, the brush, the vibrator. I will never get enough of the sounds she makes, I am drunk on her need.
