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rafeandonlyrafe · 2 months ago

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warnings: 18+ only, smut, male and female receiving oral, face fucking, golf, rafe calling reader slut and whore but lovingly lol, established relationship, female masturbation kinda, bit of a dom/sub relationship but really its just rafes personality, semi public sex

“princess.” rafe presses a kiss to the top of your head as you're sat at your vanity, dabbing some blush onto your cheeks.

“mhm?” you tilt your head up, allowing rafe to press a kiss to your lips, not used to feeling your kiss without lipgloss, the next step in your makeup routine.

“if you're good for me and don't complain about being bored today, ill let you suck me off on the green.”

“really?” you squeal, turning to get a better look at rafe.

“yeah.” rafe nods. “but no complaining while we are golfing. topper will be joining me so you gotta wait until after we are done.”

“im gonna be so good rafey, promise.”

“i know you will, good girl.” rafe bends to give you another kiss. “finish getting ready, im gonna go load my clubs into the car.”

“mkay.” you nod. “love you, handsome.”

“i know you do, baby.” rafe smirks before leaving the room.

you turn back to your mirror, quickly finishing your makeup before getting an idea.

you part your hair down the middle before tying them into pigtails on either side, adding a pink ribbon around either hair tie, pulling a couple strands out to frame your face.

you skip down the stairs, dressed in your favorite golfing outfit. despite never playing and just watching rafe, you love to dress the part, wearing a tight white athletic tank top and a flouncy pink skirt, so short it shows off your matching pink underwear way too easily with just the slightest bend of your hips.

“shit.” rafe smiles up at you. “can't wait to strip those clothes off you later.”

“why thank you baby.” you give a twirl, showing off your outfit to rafe, knowing the ultimate compliment on your clothing is to tell you how much he wants to rip them off of you.

“im gonna have to kill top if he even looks at you with your tits out like this.” rafes arms wrap around your waist to pull you tightly against his front, lifting your feet up off the ground.

you wrap your legs around his hips, pressing sticky kisses and leaving pink gloss behind as rafe carries you outside, placing you in his passenger seat that has become yours, your name even added in rhinestones to the sun visor next to the mirror.

you hum along to rafes music and cycle between looking out the window and looking over at rafe as he drives, the muscles on his arms defining his every turn on the way to the country club.

“oh, there's toppers truck.” you point as rafe pulls into the parking lot, grumbling something about you knowing what his truck looks like before pulling into a spot.

you wait for rafe to walk around to open your door, helping you step down and keeping your hands held tight together as he grabs his clubs and slings them over one shoulder.

“hi topper.” you smile as you see him sat in a cart, quickly moving to the back as you approach.

“hey rafe.” topper says, completely ignoring your hello, but you know it's not due to being rude.

“no complaining, remember.” rafe says as you slide along the bench seat, making sure not to move too far so your thigh touches rafes as he gets in to drive.

“i remember.” you nod. “i will definitely not complain when i get really really super bored.”

rafe shakes his head, an unwilling smile growing on his face as he drops one hand down to your thigh, squeezing it so tightly you almost cry out before he releases and puts the cart into drive, speeding towards the first hole.

“i was so good, wasn’t i?” you turn your head to the side to look at rafe as he drops topper back at the parking lot.

“i mean, you started complaining when we played 18 holes instead of 9.” rafe tsks.

“okay, but only for like a second before i remembered! come on rafe,” you lean over him, placing your hand on his chest, fingers ghosting up and down to entice him. “don’t you want me to suck you off?”

“of course i do.” rafe captures your lips in a kiss, tugging you closer to his side as he takes off again, navigating the course to an isolated spot.

“finally.” you move to your knees on the cart, watching as rafe stands and walks to the passenger side of the cart, keeping his back towards the main part of the club just in case anyone comes by.

you reach forward, tugging on rafe shorts, undoing the zipper and button and pulling the sides of his pants apart. you reach into his pants and pull his cock out from his underwear, already starting to harden.

“i love it when i get my mouth on you and you’re still soft.” you press kisses along his length, feeling it grow under your lips before placing the head of his cock into his mouth, swiping your tongue over the slit.

“you’re such a whore.” rafe laughs. “dressed up like a slut and now you’re acting like it too.”

you just nod, not willing to take your mouth off his cock just to acknowledge how much of a slut you are for him. you both already know what the truth is.

rafe hardens in your mouth as you begin to move your head up and down, building up a slow pace that allows you to enjoy the taste of his skin, tongue sliding along the underside of his length.

“faster, baby.” rafe taps your cheek.

you pull off and frown up at him. “let me enjoy sucking you off. you said you’d let me.”

“yeah but i wanna see what you can do. impress me.”

the challenge from rafe works immediately as you wrap your lips around his cock, head bobbing up and down a lot quicker now as you build up tolerance in your throat, rafes length and girth too much to take him all the way down immediately.

“that's my girl.” rafe smiles down at you. “doing so good baby.”

you take a deep breath through your nose and move forward, pushing your nose into rafes shirt as you swallow around his length, resisting the urge to smile as you hear rafe moan.

“fuck.”

you squeeze your eyes shut, determined to keep his cock all the way down your throat for as long as you can.

“god, you just keep getting better at this darling.”

you pull off and drop your head to cough before smiling up at rafe. “wanna fuck my mouth now?”

rafe leans down to kiss your forehead. “im gonna put a ring on your finger one day baby, i swear.”

“you better.” you know you're still young, but you can't wait for the day you can call yourself mrs. cameron.

rafe straightens back up, smearing the head of his cock over your mouth, coating your lips in a second layer of gloss.

rafe grabs onto your pigtails as your mouth opens, keeping your throat as slack as you can as his hips push forward.

rafe moves your head in unison with his thrusts, fingers knotting around the pink ribbon to keep his grip.

you have to reach forward and place your hands on his thighs to keep from falling forward, your knees no doubt turning bright red as they scrape back and forth with the power of his movements.

rafe doesn't bother holding back his moans as he tugs on your pigtails, hips undulating and rocking, hoping he's far enough from anyone else to hear his groans and gasps of your name.

“next will be your pussy.” rafe smirks down at you. “as soon as we get home im getting in that delicious little cunt of yours.”

you moan around his cock, thighs squeezing together as you think of all the times rafes been inside of you.

rafe tugs your pigtails, holding them like handlebars on a bike as his cock grows in your mouth. he wishes he could go for longer, to fuck your mouth for hours, but the thought of getting home to your pussy makes him too excited to hold himself back.

“gonna cum right down your throat.” rafe says, grunting as his hips speed up. “unless you want me to paint your pretty face for everyone to see.”

you moan again, the sound vibrating around rafes cock as your hand drops to your pussy, pressing over your underwear to give your clit some relief.

“you like that huh?” rafe questions. “want everyone at the country club to see my cum dripping down your face?”

you push your hand under your panties, rubbing at your wetness, a finger plunging into your heat.

“hey, cut that out.” rafe tugs on your pigtails. “you can rub your clit but don't open up your cunt for me. that's my job.”

you groan but move your fingers back to your clit, leaving your pussy to clench around nothing.

“don't worry, bunny.” rafe pats your cheek. “you'll be bouncing on something soon enough.”

rafe moans as your tongue flicks over the underside of his length, throat constricting as you swallow along his cock.

“fuck, close.” rafe warns, pumping his hips forward with renounced speed.

rafes cock swells in your mouth and there's mere seconds before he releases, cum spurting down your throat.

“fuck!” he moans, giving one last thrust before pulling out.

you take a deep breath, hand still moving on your pussy as rafe breaths deeply, checking over his shoulder before tucking his softening cock back into his pants.

“stop that.” rafe hums, eyes dropping to between your legs.

“im so close.” you whine, keeping your fingers thrumming over your clit.

“yeah, and i wanna be the one to make you cum so stop.”

rafe picks you up and places your bum on the seat, frowning when he sees your knees. he presses kisses to each of the red splotches.

rafe pushes your thighs open next, pulling your hand out of your underwear as he tugs them to the side.

you didn't expect rafe to surge forward, mouth greedily eating your cunt, slurping on your wetness.

“fuck!” you squeal, head falling back as he focuses in on your clit, sucking with the taste of you on his tongue, sticking it out to flick over your clit.

“im- im gonna cum!” you warn, fingers tangling in his hair, pressing his face further into your cunt.

his mouth keeps working as you reach your high, moaning out rafes name as your clit pulses against his tongue.

he moves lower to press against your entrance, briefly dipping in. “gonna fuck you so soon.” he whispers, and you swear it's more to your cunt than it is to you.

“shit.” you fall back against the seat as rafe rearranges you, flinching when his hand brushes against your clit while putting your panties back in place.

“better not be sensitive by the time we get home.” rafe says, flipping your skirt back down to cover you before he shrugs. “or be sensitive, im fucking you either way.”

“you're such a dick.” you giggle as rafe drops his head to kiss you, lips melting together, the shared taste on your tongue mixing.

“love you.” he says. “future wifey. you give the best head.”

“wow, thanks.” you roll your eyes sarcastically, hands moving to your pigtails as rafe rounds the cart to drive back.

“you know, you really messed up my hair.” you frown, attempting to fix your bows without a mirror to look in.

“yeah, you can't wear that style again.” rafe looks over at you. “unless you want me to fuck your face every time.”

“well…” you tap your chin, a smile growing.

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entitled-fangirl · 3 months ago

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Heterochromia.

Cregan Stark x wife!reader

SMUT 18+ PLEASE

Summary: the reader finally notices Cregan's eyes are two different colors. It enthralls her.

Warnings: sex, p in v, riding, kissing, talks of sex, the works, idk I didn't proofread so my b

A/n: this was based on an ask!

Masterlist

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

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Cregan held her to him as they both came down from their highs.

Sweat covered both of their foreheads, their hair greased with it. Cregan ran a hand across her forehead, gathering her hair and moving it behind her ear.

Cregan held himself up with one arm, the other caressing her face gently. His voice was soft. "You alright?"

She nodded, her eyes still glazed over and her breathing erratic.

His eyes studied her momentarily before deciding that was enough for him.

The two sat in a brief silence as they tried to gain their bearings, the only sound being their panting and the occasional kiss between them.

Finally, she broke the silence.

"Your eyes are beautiful."

It was so soft, he barely heard it. His brows furrowed as he looked down at her, the sheer blinds on the window doing nothing to keep out the light from outside, "Hmm?"

"Your eyes, Cregan." Her hand came up to his cheek. "They're quite lovely."

His hand on her face reached out and grabs her wrist, pulling her hand down to his lips where he kisses her palm. "You're far lovelier."

A sweet smile dons her face as Cregan continues to lay soft kisses against her palm.

"Perhaps a bath is in order?" She asked.

He pulls away from her hand finally, looking back down at her. "I do believe so."

She moves to sit up, hissing slightly at the burn inside her.

Cregan grabs her hips, keeping her down on the bed "What do you think you're doing?" He asks lowly.

"Getting… getting the servants?" She asked in confusion.

His eyes study her face before he shakes his head, "My lady wife will do no such thing."

"Cregan-"

A heavy kiss is laid on her lips, but before she has time to react, Cregan is already pushing himself off of the bed to stand.

He dresses his lower half, taking the occasional glance to her, who is watching him just as much.

He walks to the door, poking his head out for just a moment before returning to her with a damp cloth.

He pauses at the foot of the bed, his eyes staring at her frame lovingly, "You're the most beautiful creature I've laid eyes on."

She smiles, pushing herself up but Cregan quickly sits at the end of the bed and pushes her shoulder down.

"Let me take care of you."

She's quick to give in, never one to fight the man.

He pushes her thighs apart, a feeling she was not unfamiliar with, but a soft gasp left her lips when the cold cloth was brushed across the inside of her thighs.

Cregan's quick to apologize, "'m sorry, my love. Didn't think it was too cold."

But it doesn't stop him from cleaning her up. With every wipe of the cold cloth, he bent down and placed a warm kiss in its wake. When the cloth began to clean further up, she let out a soft groan, "Careful, Cregan, or we'll never get to that bath."

He grinned, sitting up and looking over at her, "That wouldn't be so terrible, would it?"

She let out a breathy laugh, "You're a wonder, Stark."

"I only aim to please you, my lady."

With her cleaned up, Cregan threw the cloth aside. He reached down to the floor, picking up his tunic. "I had the bath drawn in your chambers. I… I didn't want the servants to see you until you felt ready to be seen."

He moved to the side of the bed, reaching an arm under her back to help her sit up. "I do hope that was alright."

She nodded, placing a soft kiss on his lips, "Thank you."

He threw the tunic over his wife's head, the long fabric puddling around her waist.

He looked around, grabbing his cloak and pulling it over her shoulders.

She giggled, "What are you doing?"

Cregan then stretched both arms under her, picking her up off of the bed with ease.

One of her hands wrapped around his neck, the other pulling the cloak around her half naked form as she shrieked in surprise.

"I'm taking my beautiful wife to bathe. Is that alright?"

She grinned, "I suppose."

…

Though insistent that she shouldn't strain her legs, Cregan couldn't tell her no when she straddled him in the tub.

At least in the water, he could support her hips.

"They really are," she insisted.

He threw his head back with a light laugh, "I doubt your words, my love."

Both of her hands cupped his face, "They are truly the most spectacular colors I've ever seen."

"My eyes are not. They are not even the same color," he argued.

"And you believe that to be a defect?" She scoffed.

He rolled his eyes playfully, "No. Only… unusual."

"There is much beauty in the unusual, you know." She said in a insistent tone.

Only then did the words truly hit him. Cregan had once been insecure of his eyes as a young boy. In the North, it was easy to hide things. Eyes were never one of them.

His fingers dug into her hips lightly, "You truly think so?"

She noticed the softness that had suddenly come into his voice. She tilted her head. "I do. Why else would I say such a thing to you?"

His shoulders shrugged, "Dunno. I guess I've just never believe that about myself."

She kissed his cheek, "Allow me to change that."

…

The next day, the two spent the day in the courtyard. Cregan worked on his sword skills, while she sat nearby with her book.

When the spar between him and his colleague had finished, he tossed Ice into the dirt and walked to her.

Only when his shadow ran over the pages in her book did she notice him, prompting her to look up at the towering man.

"Did you win?"

A breathy chuckle left his lips, "My love, I always win."

He pulled the book from her hands and knelt down in front of her. "I'll be finished in just a bit. Any plans for the rest of the day?"

Sunlight entered the courtyard, an unusual event for the North to receive direct sun.

Cregan look up at the sky, squinting his eyes and looking back to her.

If he said something after that, she didn't hear it. She was so focused on the way the sun lit his eyes to brighter hues.

It was breathtaking.

"I do." Was all she said to his question.

…

A few hours later, she was dragging a blindfolded Warden of the North behind her as she pulled him into her room.

She smiled when she saw the sunlight was still there. Though sunset, it lent a single golden beam through her window.

Perfect.

"Sit."

Cregan let out a scoff. "Where am I?"

"Sit down, Cregan."

He huffed, pulling his cloak out and sitting down on the cold floor.

The sun shine brightly through the blindfold, and he grimaced lightly.

He grunted when she began to pull at his clothes, stripping him of his cloak, and soon his tunic.

"My love-"

"-Trust me."

He continued to sit there, the sun keeping the cold chill of Winterfell away.

When her hands unbuttoned his trousers, he grabbed her wrist harshly, as if instinct, "Are you sure?"

She grinned, though it was still unseen by his eyes. "Very much so."

He hissed when her fingers began to pump up and down his length.

"Sit still, Cregan."

He hadn't even noticed his hips moving.

Soon, he felt her body heat near his.

She straddled him, sitting herself down on his length with a hiss of her own.

"Gods," he groaned.

When she felt adjusted to him, she yanked the blindfold off, the sun overwhelming for his eyes for a moment.

When they adjusted, he saw where he was, but more accurately, the bright smile that his wife wore.

"Pretty girl, what is this?"

"I want to see you fall apart for me. Your eyes. I want to see your eyes like this when I pleasure you."

Her hips rolled, making Cregan's hands grip her hips as he groaned.

When his eyes closed, she lightly tapped his cheek, "Open. I want to see you. All of you."

The brilliant blue and green in his eyes came to life, as did he.

Her breath hitched at the sight, prompting her to roll her hips again.

…

Anytime the sun managed to visit Winterfell after that day, strangely enough, no one would see the Lord and Lady Stark.

They were busy during those times, it seemed.

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ellecdc · 1 month ago

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Hello, I absolutely love your work. I was just wondering if you could do something with animagus!reader x poly!wolfstar...? If not, that's totally okay. Have a good day 💓

I can never say no to wolfstar <3

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader who is an animagus [1.2k words]

CW: Remus chiding reader [lovingly] for not sleeping enough, Sirius having everything under control, fluff

“Hey Pads.” Remus let out with a sigh as he entered their dorm room, immediately loosening his school tie and dropping his bookbag onto his bed.

“Hey Moons.” Sirius returned quickly as he flipped the page in his book; sitting with his back against the headboard of his own bed and curled up in one of Remus’ jumpers.

“Do you know where your girlfriend is?” Remus asked, causing Sirius to snort.

“My girlfriend? When’d she become my girlfriend?”

“She’s your girlfriend when she refuses to eat properly and drink enough water, or get more than three hours of sleep ‘here and there’.” Remus muttered rather petulantly, though it was all for show when he felt his heart traitorously twinge remembering how cute you looked nearly falling asleep over your breakfast this morning.

✧˖°☾

“It’s breakfast dovey, you should be waking up now, not falling asleep.” Remus said to you as he massaged the juncture between your neck and shoulder.

You looked rather sheepish as you tried to shake yourself or your residual sleepiness and brought a fork full of pancakes to your mouth. “Sorry moons… Was up late studying.”

“How late?” Remus had asked with his eyes narrowed, causing you to wince around your bite.

“Erm…what time is it now?”

“Dovey.”

“I slept for a little bit! Maybe…I don’t know, a few hours?”

“How many is a few?” He deadpanned.

“Three?”

✧˖°☾

He’d not been pleased with you, to say the least. But there was nothing he could do as the day quickly got away from him - between staying late after Herbology to get extra credit helping out Professor Sprout, grabbing something to eat from the kitchens before rushing to the library to tutor the first year Defence Against the Dark Arts students, and finally, his prefect rounds - he was only returning to his own dorm long after the sun had already set.

If he was tired, you must be positively exhausted.

“Oh, I get it.” Sirius replied with a huff. “When she’s tired and teary, she’s my girlfriend, but when she’s dutifully doted upon, she’s yours?”

“Yeah.” Remus agreed quickly, smiling before moving to peck a kiss to Sirius’ extremely kissable lips. “See? You get it.”

“Wanker.” Sirius muttered with a smile before puckering his lips for one more, and Remus gave him two.

“Was she terribly teary?” Remus asked then as he went to shed off his uniform and find himself a jumper that either you or Sirius hadn’t pilfered from his pile yet.

“Not terribly.” Sirius offered vaguely, causing Remus to make a sympathetic noise.

“But she was teary?”

Sirius made a noncommittal sound as he continued with his book. “No worse than you after a few too many pepper-up potions in place of, oh, how did you phrase it... eating properly, drinking enough water, and getting more than three hours of sleep here and there?”

“Prat.” Remus muttered as he tossed his uniform shirt at him, but Sirius - the bastard - caught it without even looking up. “Did you send her off to bed, then?”

“Sure.”

“Sirius.”

“Yes, Moons?” Sirius asked, looking up from his book with an innocent smile that Remus knew to be anything but innocent when coming from one Sirius Orion Black.

“She needs to sleep, Pads.”

“And I can assure you without a shadow of a doubt that she’s currently doing just that.” He responded simply.

“Yeah, how?”

Sirius simply winked at him before looking back down at his book. “Trade secrets, Moons.”

“Sirius.”

“Oh would you just come over here, then? You sodding git.”

Remus momentarily considered staying on his side of the dorm room just out of spite for Sirius’ cheek, but his interest positively piqued when Sirius finally placed a bookmark in the book he’d been flipping through and pulled at the collar of his jumper. Remus’ jumper.

“You’re gonna stretch the neck out.” Remus muttered, but dutifully moved across the room to look under Sirius’ Remus’ jumper to see that, laying between the soft fabric of Sirius’ band tee and Remus’ jumper was a small, long-haired calico cat sleeping peacefully with its tail curled protectively around its body and resting gently on its own nose.

Remus made an embarrassing tsking sound at the sweet sight and fought against the urge to shove his hand into the jumper in order to give you some scratches (which would only serve to wake you), opting to press a firm kiss to Sirius’ head instead.

“See? Told ya I had it all under control.”

“You said no such thing, Sirius.”

“Well it should always just be assumed, then.”

Remus shook his head but didn’t bother to argue as he moved to the other side of Sirius’ bed and made himself comfortable. “So much for not being a cat person, hm?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about Moons; I love cats.” Sirius responded haughtily.

“Liar.”

“If I didn’t like cats, why would I have one shoved up my shirt, huh?”

“You don’t like cats, you like her.”

“Correction,” Sirius countered, not unlike one of his snooty little first years during his tutoring session, “I love her.”

“I do too.” Remus agreed with a beaming smile. “I love you.”

“Well I should hope so,” Sirius laughed, “I saved you from a category five over-tired meltdown for looking at her sideways when she complained how tired she was.”

“Did you?”

“Of course not!” Sirius chided with a laugh and swatted him with his now closed book. “I have more tact and grace than you.”

It was Remus’ turn to snort. “Sure.”

“The trick was,” Sirius offered conspiratorily, “telling her I was cold, and asking if she’d cuddle me whilst I read.”

“Devious.”

“Mischevious, some might say.”

With that, a little nose and a set of whiskers poked out from the collar of Sirius’ borrowed jumper to look at Remus expectantly.

“Hey, sweetness.” He offered quietly, holding his hand out which encouraged you to poke out only as far as your neck in order to rub against his fingers; tiny body vibrating with purrs.

Sirius shifted so he was laying on his back, only propped up by the pillows on his bed, and Remus repositioned himself to join him as he laid on his side to watch the two of you.

You left your neck poking out of the jumper, but Remus could see underneath the knitted fabric your little body flatten out again against your boyfriend's chest as you let out a deep, relaxed breath and closed your eyes once more.

“Good job, Pads.” Remus had whispered a few moments later; watching as your shallow feline breaths evened out rhythmically. He’d been so focused on monitoring your breathing he hadn’t realised Sirius’ had evened out too, and Remus was left to close the curtains to the four poster bed and press a kiss to each of your heads - one human, one feline - before turning out the lights.

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rose-petles · 1 month ago

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니키 - You’re drunk -> N.NK

Warning → None.

Paring → CaringBf!Niki x Drunkfem!Reader.

Synopsis → Niki comes to pick you up from a bar after your friends call him to pick you up.

This isn't how Niki envisioned his night going.

It's only one in the morning and you went out with your friends this evening for a much-needed night out. Niki respected that and didn't have any problems with you going out since you're usually responsible and don't get drunk, only a little tipsy at the most.

But one of your friends called him about twenty minutes ago, telling him that he needed to come and get you because you were incredibly drunk and could hardly stand on your own. So, in his sweats, he drove to the club you were in and planned to take you home.

The music was loud and bassy as he walked into the club. He felt so out of place, being the only one who wasn't even close to being dressed up. But he didn't care about that at all.

He only cared about you. He couldn't deny the worry he felt, knowing that after a night like tonight, with how many drinks you had, would make for a terrible morning. He only wanted to get you home and into bed.

But he couldn't seem to find you anywhere and he knew yelling out for you would be useless considering it was so loud you wouldn't stand a chance in hearing him calling your name.

He pulled his phone out and went to text your friend, but a hand on his arm made him jump and his phone nearly slid out of her hand.

"Sorry, Niki!" One of your friends said, sending him a sad smile. "He’s over here. Follow me."

Niki followed her to the bar where your other friend was holding onto you to try to keep you steady as you swayed from side to side in the chair.

There was no doubt about it: you were drunk.

He sighed and went to you. His hand fell onto your shoulder and your hooded eyes met his.

"Nini!" You slurred and went to loop your arms around his neck. He bent down and let you hold onto his. He hand fell to your back, rubbing it in circles as he kept you steady.

"She's gonna have a bad day tomorrow." One of your friends joked, and Niki nodded, knowing it wouldn't be fun.

"Okay. Let's get you home."

"No." You whined. "I need more."

"No, you've had more than enough. Come on. Hold onto me. Let's get you home. We'll get you all cozy in our bed. Sound good?"

"I do love our bed." You mumbled and Niki shook his head with a smile.

He helped you to the car and into the passenger seat. He buckled you in and then climbed into the driver's side.

"Are you feeling okay? Do you feel sick at all?"

"Not really."

"Are you sure?"

"I won't throw up on you." You slurred.

"Good. I'm very happy to hear that." He said before pulling out of the parking spot and driving home.

It wasn't easy getting you inside. You stepped on your own foot and nearly fell to the ground a few times.

Without Niki there to catch you, you definitely would've wound up with some cuts and bruises. But he was by your side every step of the way until you were sat on the bed.

He knelt on the floor in front of you. He took off your heels for you and reached for the tie on the back of your dress.

"Undressing me now?" You slurred then giggled.

"Okay, cutie. That's definitely not happening. The only thing you're doing though is sleeping."

He said and helped you out of your dress before going to the closet. He grabbed one of his hoodies and helped you into it.

"You are gonna feel so awful in the morning." He mumbled sadly as she laid beside you in bed. "You're gonna have a nasty hangover."

"I feel good now though."

"That's good. But you're gonna feel terrible in a few hours. So you need to sleep." He said and started to rub your back.

"You're so pretty, Nini."

He laughed and moved his hand to your cheek, caressing it lovingly.

"So are you, beautiful girl."

You puckered your lips but only felt his touch your cheek before pulling back. You pouted at her, only for him to shake his head.

"You're drunk, y/n. A kiss on the cheek is all you get for now. Now sleep."

"Fine." You grumbled before closing your eyes.

"It's okay though. I still love you."

"I love you too." He said and watched you fall asleep before closing his eyes, knowing that in a few hours he’d be awake with you again, holding back your hair for you and holding onto you until you felt better.

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my-castles-crumbling · 2 months ago

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restaurant - October 12th - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 493

"No, Potter," Regulus sighed, buttoning his pants and heading for the door of the classroom.

It was always the same routine. After meeting in some abandoned room, lips clashing together, eager hands pulling clothing off and flinging it across the room, Potter would ask him out in a haze. But Regulus always said no. Because he knew: the other boy liked the rush. He liked the chase, the high of the secrecy. And the moment he agreed, he would lose him forever.

Loathe as Regulus was to admit it, he wasn't ready to lose James Potter. Not even the little piece of him he had.

"But why?" Potter asked, looking genuinely desperate and confused. "You can't tell me this is just physical, Reg. Not when-"

"What if I say yes, huh?" Regulus interrupted, frustration overcoming him. "We go to some restaurant? Hold hands? Talk awkwardly over a half-cold meal and then what? The...this. This goes away! Because you'll realize that you don't actually like me, James! Not like you think you do!"

But instead of disagreeing, or even resigning himself to the idea, James just chuckled. "We wouldn't go to a restaurant, Reg. I have it all planned out." Slowly, he grabbed Regulus's hand, looking into his eyes.

"First, we would walk around the grounds a bit. I would say it's because it's a nice day out, but it would mostly be because I think you look stunning in the sun and I hardly get to see you like that.

"Then, I would take you to that little bookstore in the villiage. You know, the one you always mention, but you never go in, because you don't want to bother anyone to take the time in? And I'd hold your books and let you tell me all about whatever boring things you're picking out because Merlin, I just love hearing you talk, Reg.

"And then I'd take you to Hog's Head. Not because you don't deserve a fancy place but because I'd rather go to someplace quiet where I can focus on you, and what you're saying. And we'd probably laugh together over the shit food and I'd get to see that adorable face you sometimes make in the Great Hall when you eat something gross.

"We'd end the night by walking back to the castle and I'd definitely kiss you, but only if you want me to. And then I'd ask you to be my boyfriend, because I'd be mad not to. I'd be mad not to be even crazier about you then than I am now," James finished, smiling softly, still looking in Regulus's eyes.

Regulus felt like he was floating. Never before had someone spoken to him that way. So lovingly and gently. "That's...you have a lot of plans, Potter," he mumbled, fighting back a smile.

"Yes," James nodded, grinning nervously. "So?"

"Pick me up Saturday at one," Regulus said carefully, turning and walking away, beaming into his shaking palm.

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graphicpepsi · 6 months ago

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thunder (nsfw, mdni)

OR: soft morning sex w simon the morning of his deployment :(

You woke up to a hand stroking your back, lovingly, and somehow you could tell he'd been awake for hours already. You hated that you'd woken up. If only you could stay with him, in warm sheets and sunkissed pillowcases forever. If only he wasn't mere hours away from fighting for his life.

"Mornin, love." His voice is gruff from sleep. You look up from his chest to meet his eyes. He looked at you like he mourned you, like he dreadfully pitied your sadness.

It scared him how much you loved him, because it gave him something to live for.

"Don't go, Si."

He sighs, heavy, his chest moving your body as it heaved. You have this conversation every time- every fucking time, and your heart hurts knowing it can only end with one word.

"Can't."

"I know."

He rubs his hand against your back, like he's trying to soothe a child. Your breath is getting caught in your chest, and your head is thick in water, your eyes sting like they've been rolled in salt but you're not going to cry- you're not going to cry. You can't do that to him.

You trace the scratches you left on his chest lastnight with your nails. Simon takes your hand in his, almost examining it.

"Your polish is chipping, love. Get 'em redone while I'm gone, yeah? On me. So you can scratch me up good when I'm back."

You force a small smile. He always insists on paying for everything while he's on deployment. Says it reminds him why he's fighting.

"I'd like that."

You peer over to the alarm clock. 7:30am. He had to leave at 9.

Simon sees the look on your face.

"Baby-"

But it's too late, a tear has already fallen down your face. And then another, and another.

"C'mere."

He sits you up, holding you tight in his arms, pressing your face into the crook of his neck.

"It's okay, baby, I'll be back soon, okay?"

You sniffle, pulling away to look at his face. You're going to miss that face. Scarred and worn, soft and loving.

You kiss him, softly at first, like you're timid. But then you're kissing him, desperate and hot, salty tears on your lips. He pushes you down underneath him, gently, his hand cushioning your head. His hands glide up your bare thighs and waist, underneath his shirt.

He doesn't have much on himself- just his boxers.

He slides his hand onto your cunt, his fingers rubbing between your folds. You tug at his hair in your hands, telling him you want more.

"Sh, it's alright, love."

He's barely touched you and you're already shaking. You both know this is the last time you'll feel each other for months.

Even Simon, large and strong, trembles as he slips his finger into you. He's almost wincing at your little moans, your breathy little whines, because it fucking hurts missing you before he's even gone yet.

He curls his fingers inside of you, softly, because he's not fucking you. He fucked you last night, the night before that, the night before that. He left you hazy and vibrating, fucked out, cum splattered everywhere, marks on every inch of your innocent skin.

But this, this was something different.

You dig your nails into his back, harder than usual because you want them to last.

"God, Si, please,"

It's like you're begging him to stay.

You whine when he takes his fingers out, your cunt pulsing around nothing.

"I know love, I know."

He feeds his dick into you, slowly, and you're grabbing at the sheets, his shoulders, his back- everything. He fills you so fucking good.

"God, damn." He grunts as he thrusts into you, his head leaning back. Your back arches into him, rays of warm sunlight covering your body in little orange lines as it filters in through the blinds.

"Si, Si, fuck-"

God he knows how to fuck. Knows how to make you cum faster than you do.

His dick brushes your spongy cervix with every time he slams into you. Fucking heaven. Your tight walls on his cock, like velvet around him.

"This pussys all mine baby, all mine," He grunts, bracing himself above you. His breath is hot on your neck.

"All yours, Si, fuck,"

He slams into you harder, his nose brushing against yours.

"'M gonna cum, Simon,"

You whine, scratching his scalp with your nails, fisting locks of hair.

"Cum on my cock, sweetie, please."

You cum on him with a shudder, eyes screwing shut and your head lolling back. He cums at the way you shake on his dick, the way your little body convulses in pleasure like it doesn't know what to do with itself.

God, you're tired.

He fucks you through your orgasm before gently pulling out, holding your hips with his large hands.

Your eyes are still shut, your cunt aching.

You feel him tuck a blanket over you, another pillow sliding under to support your neck.

"Just go to sleep, baby, shh." He strokes your cheek with his thumb. You half-open your eyes to look at him, sadly.

He's crouched next to the bed, looking at you adoringly.

"I'll be gone when you wake up," His voice is breaking, "But only for a little, okay?"

You grab his hand,

"Please come back."

He runs a finger over your knuckles before kissing them.

"I will, love." His accent is thick next to you.

Neither one of you want to move. But he has a half hour to shower and go.

"I love you, Simon Riley." You whisper, shutting your eyes and sighing with the knowledge this is the last time he'll hear those words next to him for awhile.

"I love you too, baby. Just go to sleep."

He presses a kiss to your forehead before you hear him walk away.

Fuck.

A/N: 🥺🥺🥺 first time writing for our boy Simon bc i also want him primally even tho König is my main piece of ass. Hope y'all enjoyed

#cod smut #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #ghost #ghost cod #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley #ghost cod smut #simon ghost riley smut #ghost x you #ghost x y/n #simon x reader #simon riley x female reader #simon riley angst

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daisynik7 · 1 year ago

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Nanami is so touch starved after just a weekend without you.

He picks you up from the airport after a quick trip with your friends. “Hi sweetie!” you greet him, kissing him on the cheek before loading the trunk with your luggage. “I missed you.”

At first, he plays it cool, muttering a quiet, “I missed you too.” When you’re both inside, you give him a full kiss on the lips, letting your tongue tease the inside his mouth, nothing more. It’s almost dinnertime; tonight, you’re supposed to meet his family for their weekly homecooked meal, a little tradition you started when you got married. If you head there now, you’ll make it just in time.

Nanami, however, has other plans.

“Let’s drop your things off at home,” he insists, driving slightly over the speed limit. You eye him suspiciously, but don’t question it, especially when you notice him adjust his pants in his seat, the bulge very obviously strained against the fabric. Once he pulls into the driveway, he rushes out of the car, grabbing your suitcase, hustling to unlock the door. You try not to laugh, aware of why he’s behaving this way. Within seconds of being inside, he’s all over you. Hands on your waist, fingers digging into your flesh, hungry and needy, his mouth salivating across the skin of your neck. He kicks his shoes off hastily, leading you straight into the bedroom, not wanting to waste another second. He undresses quickly, revealing the precum already sticky inside his briefs. You tease him about it, only for him to admit, “I’ve been like this since I saw you. I can’t wait any longer. Please, honey.”

Not wanting to torment him further, you give him exactly what he wants. Stripped naked, you spread your cheeks open for him, coaxing him. “Go ahead, then. Use me like your fucking cock sleeve.” He goes feral, fucking you into the mattress with your head buried in the pillow, moaning his name over and over. You shake your ass back and forth on his cock to reach your orgasm, his fingers massaging your swollen clit until you're gushing around him. “You feel incredible, sweetheart,” he coos, watching you swallow him up with each thrust. “I missed you so much.”

Drool trickles down the sides of your lips. “Missed you too,” you whine, still working his cock. He hammers into your slick cunt, not stopping until he fills you up with the load he’s been saving for you all week.

When you finally arrive to his parent’s house, Nanami apologizes for being late, an innocent smile on his face with his hand pressed lovingly to your back. You squeeze your legs together, pussy clenched to keep his cream pie stuffed inside you. He’s not quite finished with you yet.

#mdni divider by @/cafekitsune #nanami kento #kento nanami #nanami smut #nanami x reader #nanami x you #nanami kento smut #nanami kento x reader #kento nanami smut #kento nanami x reader #nanami kento x you #kento nanami x you #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #nanami drabbles

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suksatoru · 3 months ago

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╰┈➤ megumi fushiguro x reader ೃ⁀➷

synopsis; you draw a portrait of megumi - striking a chord in his heart that has never been played before.

cw; angst angst angst, gumi baby :(

"Gumi."

He's silent, not looking up from the soon to be cherished piece of art beneath him

"Gumibear." You whisper, trying to contain your giggles as Megumi's eyes remain unblinking - holding the sheet of paper in his hands silently. His fingers gripped it hard - not hard enough to damage it in any way - but enough to have you biting your lip nervously

"If you don't like it I could always - "

"No. No, I..." He begins, but his voice trails off as his fingers trace the finger prints and smudge of coal on the sheet as he tries desperately to suppress the smile that was threatening to break out on his face

You had drawn him. Drawn Megumi - with nothing but a pencil. The detail was incredible - recreating the gentle slope of his nose perfectly and depicting his eyes so lovingly that he found his hands slightly trembling as he inspected the drawing further

He imagined you bopping your head to your playlist as you drew it - giggling like a sweet fool as you drew the boy you claimed to love with those talented hands of yours.

He could see your little scribbles in the corner - small hearts drawn, his initials beside yours and other nonsense that had his heart beating fast

"It's beautiful."

There was a slight shake in his voice, a vulnerability that had your eyes softening as you move closer and wrap your arms around him

"Thank you. You're right - it is. It's not because of the artist - but because of the art." You say, moving to cup his face and place a gentle kiss on his nose as he carefully sets the paper on his bedside - turning to you with a love that fluttered in his chest like a bird let out of its cage

He pulls you into him, hiding his face in the crook of your neck as he let out a shuddering breath

"You're wrong. That's not it." He says, lifting his face to meet your eyes. You're looking up at him so patiently - a doting smile on your face as you wait for him to continue and he swears the bird in his chest is soaring now

He grabs your hands - intertwining your fingers with his. He holds your gaze as he brings your knuckles to his lips - pressing a firm kiss onto the back of your hand before he moves it to cup his cheeks

"Your hands made this. That's why it's so special to me."

It's the same hands he holds now - cold and dead as his tears fall on your face.

When Megumi cried for the first time in front of you - you had cradled him to your chest and promised it would be ok. Promised you'd help him during these dark times - times where the evil in this world was too much to bear.

Out of all the wonderful things you were, your only flaw was that you were a liar.

Because you left him when you promised you'd be there to face the world with him - when your soothing hands and gentle love healed the unberable ache in his chest -

It burns. The pain behind his eyes is so raw and only intensifying that he can barely see your face as they close the coffin - his vision blurry from tears and a raging sadness that wasn't strong enough to bring you back to him.

He'd be with you soon - you'd sit in his lap and whine whenever he wasn't sitting still enough for you to sketch out quick enough. He'd roll his eyes and say you were wasting your talent on such a boring face - and you'd smile, calling him the most handsome soul in the world.

He'll find you soon enough. He'll cry himself to sleep the nights he remembers you died afraid and alone. He hopes he ends the same way.

Megumi was not a liar.

He said he'd find you. There was only one way for him to be with you, and after he finished his duty here - he'll be by your side, sitting as still as you want him to as you sketch out the oh too familair face.

He'll find you. It'll be the last thing he ever does. He's not a liar - he'll do it. He swears. He vows. He promises.

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kaiijo · 4 months ago

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SUPER-GLUED JAR PRANK — [WIND BREAKER]

characters: sakura haruka, umemiya hajime, hiragi toma, togame jo content: gn! reader, a (very old) tiktok prank notes: they’re so silly, i love them

sakura haruka ✶

in hindsight, you should have known giving sakura the super-glued jar might not have been your best idea but his bright pink face paired with an inevitable tirade were too good to pass up. you can’t take all the credit for it — kotoha played a role too, supplying you with a nearly-empty jar of sprinkles and some acting.

your boyfriend is sitting with nirei and suo when you emerge from cafe potus’s pantry with the jar. she feigns disappointment when she asks, “any luck?”

“no,” you say, shaking the jar in your hand for effect.

“it’s such a waste to just let all that stuff sit at the bottom.”

you turn to sakura and asks, “can you try opening it, sweetheart?”

sakura’s face flushes at the pet name, which makes his friends giggle, and he takes the jar from you. with each attempt his make, sakura scowls more and more, huffing as he sets it down. nirei suggests that he tap the lid against the edge of the table but sakura uses just a bit too much force and the glass breaks. you gasp and the trio at the table jumps back with fast reflexes.

kotoha’s already running to grab a broom and dustpan and you’re reaching down to pick up the big pieces. sakura’s hand closes around your wrist before you can and he says, “are you crazy? you could hurt yourself, let me do it.”

“no one touch it,” kotoha orders as she sweeps the shards up. nirei is apologizing profusely and sakura mutters an apology, complaining about how he almost had it and how they shouldn’t make jars that sealed that tight. when you come clean to him about gluing the lid, he’s huffing and puffing at you, and you make it up to him with a lot of food and a lot of kisses and cuddles in private.

umemiya hajime ✶

you find umemiya on the roof of furin high, tending to his garden. your heart swells as you hear him coo at his plants, carefully and lovingly watering them. you almost feel bad about this little prank. almost, but you remember the prank he pulled last week with that fake rubber bug in your lunch so you don’t feel too bad.

you thank every star in the sky that sugishita’s not here at the moment because you’re pretty sure this prank would be the last thing you’d get to do if he was. “hajime?” you call to him.

his head immediately swerves to look at you and his smile is as bright as ever as he set down the water can and makes his way over. he presses a loud, messy kiss against your cheek, and you don’t even have to ask umemiya; he notices the jar in your hand and says, “i can help you open that!”

“thanks,” you say and he takes the jar from you.

he’s beaming when he replies with a breezy “no problem, baby!” and firmly grips the lid, giving it a firm twist. his smile dims a little and he tries again with no luck. umemiya squares his feet and gives it another go, and you can’t deny that seeing his arms bulge with exertion against the sleeves of his white t-shirt is in any way unpleasant.

he slides on his gardening gloves and tries again. the lid doesn’t budge and umemiya is pouting at the jar and mumbling, “i’ll be right back.” he disappears into the school for about twenty minutes. he comes back with a look of defeat, shoulders slumping. “i can’t help you,” he says. “i’m really sorry.”

oh my god, you feel your stomach twist in sympathy and you answer, “i know. i’m really sorry, haji, it’s because i super-glued the lid.”

he blinks once, twice, and then his smile is back on his face. he wipes some sweat off his brow and sighs in relief, “phew! i thought i’d totally lost my strength there for second!” you can’t help but stare at him as he grins, outshining the sun. what did you do to deserve this angel?

hiragi toma ✶

you walk into your living room, where hiragi is setting up a movie for the two of you to watch. “any movie in mind?” he asks as he leans back in the couch, remote in hand.

“howl’s moving castle?”

“again? we watched that last weekend too.”

you grin at him. “it’s not my fault howl’s so cute.”

your boyfriend rolls his eyes, grumbling, “he’s not that cute. and he’s not real.” before you can argue, hiragi motions at the jar in your hand.

“can you help me open it?” you ask him, holding it out to him.

he eyes it suspiciously. “you hate pickles.”

“i want to try them again.”

“but why buy an entire jar if you want to just—”

“can you please just open it? help me start this new journey in my life?” he still looks confused but, ever the dutiful boyfriend, takes it from your hand.

one attempt. two, then three. by the fourth, you feel a giggle threatening to burst forth but the familiar sound of the air pressure releasing has your jaw dropping. hiragi doesn’t take the lid off entirely, letting it sit on top as he hands it back to you. he takes in your awed expression with a frown. “is everything okay?” he’s already reaching for his stomach tablets.

“i super-glued this,” you say, still a little starstruck. “like, with a lot of glue. you weren’t supposed to be able to open it.”

you show him the lid and as he swallows down the pill. he sighs, “you’re going to be the death of me.”

togame jo ✶

“these looks so good!” tomiyama says, marveling at the spread of sandwiches and snacks you had brought to the park. he had been the one to propose a shishitoren picnic, though togame was the one who had pared it down to just a couple of people to make it more manageable.

“thanks! help yourselves!” you reply, watching on with a small smile as the boys dug into the food you had prepared. you lean against togame, who rests his chin on your shoulder.

he leans forward for a sandwich, handing you one as well. it’s your favorite variety of the ones you made and you’re thrilled that your boyfriend remembered that. as you take a bite, you figure this the perfect time to execute your plan. you reach into your own bag, pulling out a nearly-finished jar of chili oil. you nudge togame. “you think you can help me open this? i tried all morning.”

“sure,” he says, gently lifting it from your grasp. his arms are still around you as he makes his first attempt and you feel the quick breath he exhales as he tries again. he eventually untangles himself from you, eyebrows furrowing. “shit,” he says, “i don’t know if i can.”

tomiyama makes grabbing hands at it. “let me try!” togame hands it over to his friend and tomiyama tries a couple of times, pouting when he can’t open it either. he hands it over to sako, who glowers when he fails too. the jar gets passed between the shishitoren members present and each one is unsuccessful. the last guy hands it back to you and togame sighs, “sorry we couldn’t help, baby.”

as everyone else apologizes to, you feel a little bashful as you admit to gluing it. you’re relieved when they take it in good stride, letting out relieved cries and playfully protest. you pull out another jar of the same chili oil, this one totally super-glue-free and give it to those who want it as a peace offering. as the group settles into a nice rhythm, you lean back against togame and his head finds its place in the crook of your neck again.

#wind breaker x reader #sakura haruka x reader #sakura x reader #umemiya hajime x reader #umemiya x reader #hiragi toma x reader #hiragi x reader #togame jo x reader #togame x reader #wind breaker scenarios #wind breaker imagines #wbk x reader

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morbiderotica · 1 year ago

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Hii! Can i pls request a Light x reader nsfw? You know the scenes where L planted a camera in his room right? Well maybe to make L less suspicious of him Light fucks the reader in his room? I thought that it was a hot idea♡ you dont have to do it if you dont want to😊

★ DECEPTION ─ fem!reader

#NOTES ─ i love you for requesting this i cannot tell you how many times i've day dreamed about this (sorry it took so long)

#WARNINGS ─ smut, cnc peeping toms (L), p in v,

#SUMMARY ─ "there was an elaborate plan set in place. but as soon as light's hands snaked around your waist you seemed to forget everything you were supposed to do and say." innocent until proven guilty

there was an elaborate plan set in place. but as soon as light's hands snaked around your waist you seemed to forget everything you were supposed to do and say. his moderately chapped lips kissing your cheek lovingly. much unlike how light usually behaved around you.

"light." his name left your lips, trying to warn him he'd made your mind go blank. but he knew.

"i know." he whispered back, displeasure laced in his voice. luckily, light was more than capable of carrying out the plan for the both of you.

"just let me do all the work." he muttered, his voice not loud enough to be picked up on by the mics on the camera but still he was careful with what he said.

he hoped you would be too. you nodded. looking up at light with a lustful look in your eye that he couldn't deny was making him a little aroused. light kissed your jaw, roughly. as if light was capable of doing anything without roughness.

"last chance to back out." it's not a soft tone, but it does let you know that he won't be mad at you if you do decide you don't want some random creep watching you have sex with your friend.

you shake your head, you weren't going to let him down now. and to be totally honest, the thought of someone watching you in such a vulnerable position was intriguing to say the least. light began to undress you once you'd given him your final consent.

meanwhile, L watched his screen with wider eyes than normal. his eyes grazing every pixel of the screen as he watched light take off your shirt. neglecting the other screens that were broadcasting equally, if not more, important information. L racked his brain trying to figure out if this was just a trick of if he was really witnessing this dirty scene play out.

all your clothes were off in what seemed like a blink of an eye. pressed into the mattress with light's knee inches away from your heated core. you dumbly pull at his tie, fucked out expression but light hadn't even gotten started with you yet.

"you got any thoughts in there at all?" he smirks. silently gloating now that he knew he had every single person he knew wrapped around his godly finger. there was not a thought behind your blown out pupils. it prided light to know he had such an effect on you.

"i haven't even done anything yet." he furthers. and L was hearing all of it.

you paw at the waist band of his bland khaki pants. light chuckled feeling your shaky hands trying to get more of him. his rubs his hand over your chest, caressing your nipple with his pointer and thumb.

"patient girls get rewarded." he tsks. he's met with a whine to which he chuckles again. he knows L will over analyze and find something wrong with the scenario if he doesn't hurry up.

"you wanna get rewarded?" he unbuttons his pants with one hand. you're eager, desperate. you need hm in a way you didn't even know it was possible to want one of your friend.

he reaches over you, grabbing a condom from the book shelf. it was wedged between two books. clearly he was trying to keep it hidden from his maid of a mom and his nosy sister.

he opens the condom with his teeth and you might as well just have hearts in your eyes as you watch him. the wrapper falls somewhere unimportant on the bed. he rolls the condom on. you knew it was only a matter of time before you finally felt full with his cock.

#─ ♡ death note #he makes me so subby #death note #death note x reader #death note smut #light yagami smut #light yagami x reader #light yagami death note #light yagami #yagami light

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vauxxy · 11 months ago

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FORWARDS BECKON REBOUND

luke castellan x reader

based on this request !!

★ “mystery of lack, stabbing stars through my back”

ABOUT - luke castellan lovingly pissing off his girlfriend while she’s reading

WARNINGS - luke being annoying in a cute way

you’re alone in your cabin in the early afternoon, enjoying the silence that comes after your half-siblings leave to join in on camp activities for the day. you lay on your stomach with your back towards the ceiling, quietly reading a jane austen novel.

peace and quiet was a rare occurrence at camp half-blood- a rare occurrence that you consistently took advantage of. wether it be sneaking luke into your empty cabin during cold winter nights, exploiting the absence of the rest of your siblings as they go home for the year, or simply spending days reading for hours undisturbed.

so here you are, basking in the quiet of your cabin as you read peacefully. your elbows prop up your torso as you flip through the pages, letting your legs move idly.

suddenly, you hear the door to your cabin open with a loud creak. you whip your head around, only to find your loving, gentle boyfriend standing in the doorway. you watch him as he closes the door behind him.

“hey, princess,” he says breathily, walking over to you with his hands in his pockets. you nod softly, before turning your attention back to your book.

luke sits down at the end of your bed, watching you read in silence for a moment. sadly, luke is one of the most energetic and social people you have ever met, so you brace yourself for whatever he’ll say or do next- knowing the serenity of your afternoon will soon vanish.

“what’re you reading?” he asks quietly, before laying down next to you with his back sinking into your mattress. he turns his head to look at you, resting his hands on top of his stomach.

you turn a page, eyes locked on your book as you respond. “emma, by jane austen,” you say quietly. he nods, quiet giggles escaping his mouth. “of course you are.”

you both lay like this for a few minutes, luke trying not to disturb your peace and quiet. but watching you look so focused on your book, laying on your stomach with your hair cascading down your body- you looked too gorgeous to be left alone.

luke was starting to feel jealous of the fucking book, especially the way you’re holding it so delicately.

luke adjusts his position on your bed, turning to lay on his stomach with his head still facing towards yours. his body is pressed against the mattress lazily, but his hands are less relaxed. he moves his hand towards your arm, softly caressing the bare skin that was holding up your book.

“you okay?” you mumble quietly, still looking only at your book.

“mhm…” he nods, moving his head to lay on your shoulder. he reads the page, letting his body move much closer to yours. you giggle as he tilting his head down to kiss your neck, your cheeks turning pink.

he wraps an arm around your waist, resting his hand on your hip. he lets his head lay back down on the mattress as he begins to press soft kisses on the side of your torso.

you roll your eyes, trying to stifle a flustered smile. “luke, i’m trying to read…” you whine, finally turning your head to face him.

“i know, i know.” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss your forehead, taking advantage of the way your head is turned towards his.

you sigh, closing your book and placing it neatly onto your bedside table. he pouts at you as he grabs your waist, pulling you closer to him. you laugh quietly, wrapping your arm around his back as you bury your head in his chest. he kisses the top of your head as he softly rubs the side of your waist from under your shirt.

you groan quietly, shaking your head. “so needy…”

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thehusbandoden · 8 months ago

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Lashing Out -Husband!Bakugo Katsuki x Wife!Reader

A/n: hope this is okay? Don't be afraid to leave feedback <3 Also I didn't know what to do for the title... gosh this sucks T^T

General info: Genre: angst to fluff/angst to comfort \\ wc: 1,270 \\ fem reader \\ posted: 03/19/24

Warnings!: angst, hurt, partner being harsh, partner being insensitive, crying, passive reader, mean Bakugo, and lashing out. I think that's all, pls let me know if I missed any!

You perk up as the front door opens, revealing your toned hubby. You giggle excitedly, your cheeks heating up and butterflies forming in your stomach from the sight of your beloved. It’s been three years since you said, “I do”, and yet you couldn’t help but fall in love all over again when your eyes met his attractive frame and familiar warm eyes.

Bakugo, however, didn’t seem as excited to see you. He lets out a sigh as you wrap your arms around him, slinging an arm around one of your shoulders half-heartedly before semi-gently pushing you off him as he closed the door.

You frown but shake it off. He must have had a hard day, right? It would be better to just be supportive and tone the affection down a bit. You follow him like a shadow as he takes his gauntlets off, dropping them to the floor. He strips his mask, neckpiece, and gloves off before slumping onto the couch.

You gently take his combat boots off, pulling his socks off and grabbing some lotion. He must be exhausted and sore from work, maybe a foot massage would help? You lovingly begin to massage his sore feet, shyly looking up at him every once and a while. He doesn’t respond, keeping his face buried in his pillow.

You continue to gently massage his feet as he lays on the couch mindlessly. Your fingernail grazes part of his foot, causing him to hiss and yank back, glaring down at you. “What are you doing?” He growls, shooting you a look of anger and... disgust.

“I-I was massaging your feet baby. You seem to be having a hard time so I-”

“Quit it. I’m not your baby, quite treating me like one. I don’t need you to coddle me. Go do something useful for once and leave me alone.” He spits, shooting you one last glare before darting off the couch and into your shared bedroom, slamming the door.

You feel tears sting your eyes, but you shake your head, refusing to let them fall. You gingerly stand up, putting Bakugo’s hero gear away. You pick up the house for a while before sighing. You step up to your bedroom door and gently knock.

“Ba- Katsuki? Can I come in?” You hear a grunt, not a clear yes or no.

You step inside quietly, walking up to your husband in bed. He was staring up at the ceiling with a snarl etched on his handsome face.

“What’s wrong, love? You know you can talk to me, right?” You murmur, placing your hand on his. He yanks his hand from yours, breaking the skin-on-skin contact. Your heart throbs in your chest, but you don’t push.

“I’m having a hard day. Don’t make it worse for me.” He grumbles, turning away from you.

“Did you eat?” You sigh, biting your lip in worry.

Bakugo growls softly as he glares at you. “Quit nagging me and leave me be. Get out of my face, woman.”

Your heart throbs harder against your chest as you feel tears sting your eyes. You nod quickly, looking at the floor so he doesn’t catch sight of your fragile emotional state.

“I’m going to go to bed, do you still want me out of here?” You murmur gently. Bakugo groans, glaring harshly at you.

“Yes! Get out of my hair! How many times do I need to repeat myself to you!?” You stand up as your heart throbs again. You quickly leave the room, causing Bakugo to huff in annoyance.

Tears form at the corners of your eyes as you check the doors to make sure they’re locked, turn off the lights, and quickly get ready for bed. You brush your teeth and grab an extra blanket. You didn’t have pajamas out here, and you didn’t want to disturb your tired husband, so you just laid in the smaller bed, trying to get comfortable without the familiar heat of your beloved next to you.

After tossing and turning for quite a while, you give up on sleep. Sighing, you hold yourself as you try to stop the tears. You know he’s just having a hard day, but it doesn’t make the throbbing in your chest lessen. You cradle a pillow close to your chest, hugging it tightly as you desperately try to not let any tears fall.

His harsh words flash in your mind as you try to drown them out.

One tear slides down your cheek.

The way he addressed you as “woman”, as if you weren’t anything but an object.

A second follows the first, the third swiftly following suit.

How harsh he was with you. It was like you were a coworker or past classmate, not his wife. Much less the woman he had spent loving, courting, and cherishing since the second year of high school.

The fourth, fifth, and sixth tear drop down your cheeks, causing the gates to crumble as multitudes of tears slip down your cheek, gathering at your chin before dripping onto your pillow.

You cover your mouth with your hand, trying to stay quiet. You fight with yourself for a few moments before coming to a conclusion... what’s the point? He’s upset with you no matter what you do... so why hold it in? Why bottle up your feelings?

A choked sob slips past your lips, tears quickening at your frustration for allowing yourself to make a sound. A second sob follows the first, and yet a third and fourth join your desperate cry for help.

You feel yourself falling apart, just above the brink. You rock yourself back and forth, sobbing into your hand. You feel like you’re about to drown... and then it all stops. A warm hand gently touches your shoulder, a soft, familiar voice sounding in your ears.

”Baby?”

A soft gasp falls from your lips, temporarily being drawn from your sorrow as your eyes meet crimson glory. Bakugo looks down at you in worry, quickly coming closer. He gingerly presses a hand to your upper arm in concern.

Your tears bubble up as you try to contain your emotions, unable to speak.

“Y/n baby... I-I don’t know what to say...” he mumbles, his hand finding it’s place on your head.

“S-Suki...” you blubber out, the tears slipping. Bakugo’s crimson eyes burn with guilt as he wraps his arms around you, gently lifting you into his arms, like he first did as he brought you home from your joyous wedding.

“Shhh it’s alright.” He murmurs in your ear, bringing you to your shared bedroom, laying you down on your bed. It was larger and much more comfortable. He quickly joins you, wrapping you into his hold and he whispers sweet things into your ear, an arm wrapped around you, a hand on your stomach and the other on your head, slowly petting your hair.

You sniffle, trying to hold it in as you cling to the man you love more than anything. “Shh let it out baby. Let it all out.” Bakugo murmurs in your ear, pressing a loving kiss to your temple.

You attempt to hold it in for a few more seconds before finally breaking, sobbing into your husband’s chest as you clench his shirt tightly. He caresses your head and back, kissing your endless tears away as he coos at you.

“Jerk.” You sob, holding onto him tighter.

“I know baby, I know. I’m sorry honey.” He mumbles against your skin, holding you a little tighter.

Bakugo Katsuki was not one to apologize, but he would do anything for his beloved wifey.

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seungfl0wer · 9 days ago

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*𝑴𝒚 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈*

Pairing: Hybrid!Lion Jeongin x Reader (Fem)

Genre: Smut

Warnings: This is honestly super soft, King/Queen used a lot, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Praise, Oral(Both), Mentions of back scratching, Sorry for any mistakes or missing warnings!

A/N: I really didn’t have any ideas for this but god did it turn out so good imo. I really hope you enjoy it cause I loved writing it. Honestly I’ve loved all these so far!

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Being a hairstylist you met all walks of people. However today was the first time you were heading to a clients house. A wealthy man who was paying a pretty penny to have you come to him instead. When you pulled up to his beautiful house he had someone waiting for you at the door. He greeted you, taking you down the long hall into a room. The man that greeted you had your heart pounding. His thick main like hair, cute ears peaking from it a sharp smile to match his sharp jaw line. And that stare- those eyes could pierce glass.

“Ah you’re here!” He said smiling he reached out his hand to shake it. That smile showed off those sharp pearly white but it also showed off those cute little dimples he had.

“Nice to meet you Mr. Yang” you said with a smile.

“Just call me Jeongin” he said.

“Got it, so uhm Jeongin what would you like me to do for you?” You asked.

“Right right the hair, are you thirsty at all?” He asked before moving towards the small fridge in the room. He grabbed you a bottle of water not even waiting for your response.

“Oh thank you!” You said politely.

He was so unbelievably handsome. His presence was almost scary but as soon as he smiled it just went away. When he handed you the water your hands grazing one another’s he felt a jolt up his spine. You were definitely the one he thought.

Once you both got situated you wet his hair getting ready to cut it. Brushing it out he almost sounded like he was purring. “Y/n are you not wondering why I asked for you specifically?” He said in almost a hum.

“Hmm- I mean I didn’t wanna pry. Just figured you wanted someone with experience for your hair” you said honestly.

“Experience huh?” He said with a small chuckle. “If you want me to be honest I requested you because there was something about you” he said.

“Yeah? What’s that?” You asked as you slowly clipped away some of his locks. His hair was so fluffy, it felt so clean and soft.

“I believe you to be my mate” he said with a smirk. “My father always told me I would know, I thought he was just full of shit however when I saw you..” he trailed off. “When I saw you I knew you were the one.”

“I-I-“ you tried to choke out some words but you couldn’t really wrap your head around what he was saying.

“Are you finished with my hair?” He said snapping you out of your stuttering mess.

“Uhm ye- yes I’m done” you said letting him get up.

“Aah I look like a million bucks” he said with a chuckle.

When he turned back to look at you he could see the redness on your face. He strolled over to you taking your hands into his pulling you into him. “Every king needs their queen right?” He said his words coming out like honey. You nod not knowing what to say, your heart was pounding, palms becoming clammy. He leaned in his lips ghostly against yours. “Tell me if you want me to stop” he said before kissing you gently. You didn’t expect him to be so soft with his movement however he felt so gentle like he was afraid of hurting you.

He kissed you lovingly hand coming up to cup your face. He leaned your body against the wall kissing you deeply his tongue swiping at your lips. When his other hand came down to grab at your ass you let out a soft whimper letting his tongue slide into your mouth. His hand gripped firmly pulling you as close as he could. You could feel his length pressing against you, your body moving before your brain could stop you. You stroked him through his pants making a low growl escape his lips. He was a little surprised at your actions but not wanting to stop you.

You’d be lying if the feeling of him against you didn’t have a spark. It was almost like a fire burning, like everything felt right. Maybe he was right? You didn’t know much about how mates worked especially with lions however that wasn’t what you wanted to think about right now. Not when his kisses moved down to your jaw, down to your neck. He licked at your skin making your body jolt, your hand gripping at his cock ever so slightly. “Ah angel-“ he groaned out.

You didn’t know what came over you. Dropping to your knees looking up at him with almost doe eyes. His soft expression that met yours made your heart skip a beat. He let you pull his pants down his cock finally freeing from the confines of it. He let out an almost sigh of relief. “May I my king?” You say feeling it being a little cheesy but holy shit did he like it. His cock twitched at your words.

He cupped your chin thumb rubbing against your lip. “Anything for my queen” he said softly. When you kissed the tip of his cock his head was already falling back. His cock was thick and long the base being thicker than the rest. You licked around his head before taking in as much as you could. You swirled your tongue around him bobbing your head back and forth. You could feel his legs becoming shaky. His hands coming to your hair to pull it to the side as he watched you take him all in.

When your eyes met his gaze his hips bucked unexpectedly, to the both of you actually. You gagged a bit making him pull away “I-I’m sorry I-“ he stuttered out before you quickly took him in once more. You didn’t mind or honestly care right now. He tasted so good, almost addicting. You sucked him like you were on a mission. You were just so lost in him in everything of him. Meeting his gaze once more those doe eyes making him groan louder than he was already. He quickly pulled you away once more making you whine.

“M’sorry Angel, but I can smell how wet you are and fuck- I’m gonna lose it if I can’t taste you” he said pulling you up to him. He moved you to the chair he has been sitting on swiftly pulling down your pants and panties. He could see your cunt glistening making his mouth almost water. He wanted to take his time, wanted to kiss every inch of you but he felt like he was dying. Like if he didn’t eat you out right now he would die. He dove into your cunt lapping at everything he could. His tongue darting into your wet folds fucking into you.

Your legs griped around him making him growl. His strong hands came up to grip at your thighs nails slightly digging into you. “I wanna watch that pretty face of yours” he said before nipping at your clit. His fingers came up pushing into you slowly. He needed to stretch you out enough so it wouldn’t hurt when you took him. “Jeongin please” you choked out hands flying to his freshly cut hair gripping it tightly.

“What do you need my angel?” He purred.

“You- please I need you” you said staring down at him and how could he deny you? Especially when you were asking so nicely.

“You sure you can take me? I don’t wanna hurt-“

“I can- please- please fuck me my king”

Those words passing your lips once more, he moved so fastly. Standing up gripping the base of his cock. He spit in his hand taking extra precaution so he would just slide right in. He went slowly pushing in inch by inch almost. He kept his eyes on you for any sign of pain but he was only met with a blissful look. He couldn’t help himself, he pushed fully into you filling you full. The stretch wasn’t painful. Oh no it felt like heaven.

He leaned down to kiss you passionately as he slowly fucked into you. Your hands came around griping at his back. “My beautiful queen, my- my beautiful mate” he said softly against your lips. He moved back enough to look into your eyes. “Ah- you feel so good- you were meant for me- I was- was meant for you. Can you feel it?” He babbled out.

You nodded “y-yes”

The smile that stretched across his face when you said that made your heart melt. He was looking at you with so much love so much fondness like you’ve been together for years. He felt like he could almost cry at the feeling. “My beautiful angel-“ he said sweetly. “Can- can I go faster?”

You couldn’t help but feel something by him asking. Again it was like he didn’t want to hurt you. Like you were the most precious thing to him. “Please-“

His hips snapped back and back in so fastly. You heard a low growl coming from deep with in his chest. His hand came up to cup your face keeping eye contact with you the whole time. “You’re taking me so well Angel- doing- doing so good for me. I need you- to cum with me. Please cum with me” his words almost a plea.

His other hand came down to play with your clit. Those long pretty fingers toyed with your nub ever so perfectly. “M’so close” you moaned out.

“I know- you’re clenching around me so fucking tightly- I think I’m gonna lose my mind” he admitted.

His thrusts became sloppy his head wanting to fall back. Eyes wanting to roll back but he couldn’t he wanted to watch you cum around him. Needed too. “You’re all mine right? Gonna be my queen?” He said.

“Yes! All yours my king” you said. His thrusts were becoming sloppier but fuck was he hitting you so deeply. His cock head bulling against your cervix with every thrust. He could feel your nails digging into his back only adding to the pleasure. “Cu- cumming!” You almost screamed out. He watched your face contort in pleasure, body trembling under him. He was gone.

He wrapped his arms around you thrusting into one last time before cumming deep inside you. The thicker part of his cock pushing past your entrance fully seating itself inside you. You don’t know how but the combined feeling of his cum and the full length of his cock buried in you. You were cumming once more only seconds from your first high. Your body was shaking never feeling an orgasm that intense. He purred against you, hands trying to sooth you. “Ssh it’s ok, I got you Angel.” He coo’d.

His arms held onto you tightly body’s meshed together. He left soft kisses to any part of you he could. “My beautiful queen did so well” he said sweetly against your skin.

After your high subsided and both of you catching your barring he pulled away slightly. His eyes still full of so much love as he smiled down at you. “So you really wanna be mine?” He said almost like everything that had happened wasn’t enough confirmation.

You couldn’t help but chuckle this big intimidating man needing so much reassurance. “Yes silly” you said with a smile. That smile of yours melted him, you could get away with anything with that smile with him. You started laughing making him look at you almost confused.

“What’s so funny” he said with a small pout.

“Your hairs all messed up you look like you have a birds nest on your head” you teased.

When he leaned back looking at the small mirror in the room he started laughing himself. “Well I know a hairstylist that could fix that” he said with a fond smile.

He surly treated you like a queen after that. He was so happy to have you. Showing you off as much as he could. Spoiling you even when you told him not to. On his birthday you got him this necklace with both of your engraved in it. When you gifted it to him he almost cried. He could buy anything he wanted, but to have you go out of his way to do something so sweet. Ugh he just loved it. He wore it everyday never wanting to take it off. He really had everything now. He’d trade all his riches if it meant he’d have you.

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hyper-fixates · 18 days ago

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let me offer some subtle foreshadowing for this oneshot :)

that headcanon was made to be written for dofp/70s!logan cause those kitty ears do be voluminous, but feel free to insert whichever logan you prefer!

tags/warnings: 18+ — afab!reader (no pronouns/gendered language), oral sex (reader receiving), munch!logan, explicit language, fingering, teasing, use of “baby” once, edging, light biting (let me know if anything was missed!).

Logan is ever the perfect example of a walking contradiction.

A rough voice but gentle words. A soft touch but purposeful fingers. A guarded nature but a caring heart.

He juxtaposes himself. Every characteristic, every feature, has a partner in crime that shows you his versatility as a person and as something more.

The full, styled tufts of his hair graze the inside of your thighs with every deep lick up your slit.

Your legs rest over his bare shoulders while your heels slide up and down his back in restless pleasure; you have to dispel the tension in your muscles somehow.

“You’re shaking, baby,” Logan mumbles against your clit, readjusting the grip he has wrapped around the tops of your thighs.

He’s got you locked down. His hands slid along your hips and around to the top of each thigh, peeling them apart and keeping you tight against his hungry mouth. You couldn’t move in the slightest even if you tried. And you’ve tried.

A light gasp is ripped from you as his lips catch your clit. “It’s j-just, ah, a lot,” you breathe, eyes fuzzy with bliss.

Everything between Logan’s warm tongue to the ends of his hair brushing up against the tender skin along your thighs has introduced your body to new lengths of perception its never experienced before.

He’s been toying with you for half an hour. Half an hour of fleeting kisses, firm licks, and harsh sucks to your clit with the occasional finger or two pumping slowly inside you to back you away from the edge you’ve been chasing.

He’d take his mouth off of you, slipping his index or middle finger, or both, inside you as a reprieve; it would calm your impending orgasm but still keep you excited enough to soak his fingers for the few minutes he’d be pumping them into you.

You think he’d be able to get off on the sound of your cunt swallowing his fingers alone—a subtle squelching that puts just how desperate you are on display.

Logan pulls away from your pussy, turning to smear wet, messy kisses along the inside of your left thigh—this does nothing to soothe your aching cunt. If anything, it makes it worse. Feeling him right there but not where you want him.

“You want a break?” He asks, still scattering kisses while he loosens his grip on you, rubbing his hands comfortingly around your hips. You grab two of his fingers and squeeze them in your grip lovingly.

You arch into the touch slightly with a protesting groan. You don’t have the energy to lift your head to meet his playful hazel eyes, so you speak to the ceiling. “No—keep going. It hurts,”

Everything is on fire. Everything is throbbing. Your cunt is sore, tired of the teasing, but you want more of it. You want to drip through his sheets, coat his tongue, and feel the tips of his hair caress the sensitive skin inside your thighs.

“Mhm, I know, I know.” He gently nips at the skin adjacent to your cunt along the crevice of your thigh, not trying to break skin or leave a mark.

Your swollen clit gladly welcomes his clever tongue back. He gives three broad strokes before sliding down to your hole, lightly prodding it in quick motions that makes the tip of his nose bump against your clit.

“Ah, fuck. Fuck,” you whine, nearly wanting to start kicking against his back.

He buries his face so deep in you that his hair brushes your thighs with each keen mouthful of your pussy. Up, down, up, down.

You barely hear his moans over your own, but you know they’re there. You can feel them. They travel right through you—they vibrate against your clit—and you start clenching around nothing.

You want to clamp your thighs together, but his strong hands keep you open, and there’s nothing you can do but take it.

It’s a whole different level of euphoria when you aren’t able to control your pleasure. Logan knows that, and he likes to abuse that knowledge.

Your lungs can’t seem to get enough air to make up for how fast Logan’s stealing it from you with every stroke of his tongue.

He wraps his warm lips entirely around your clit, sucking just enough for your muscles to tense as he flicks the bud soothingly with the tip of his tongue.

You’re basically crying out with every exhale, wrapped up in tingling, sharp pleasure that has your lower body burning and every part of your cunt begging for relief.

“Oh, please. Please, please, please,” you chant, sliding a hand through his hair and grabbing a handful to anchor yourself.

He grunts, giving a hard roll of his tongue that has you coming on his sheets.

Thankfully, Logan doesn’t push you any further, even if he likes to most of the time. He gives mercy to your cunt, removing his mouth but letting a curious finger slide along your slit and down to your hole to feel how much cum he’ll get out of you.

He pushes in an inch or so, feeling your walls fluttering and pulsing.

You might be numb down there now. You nor your body acknowledge his wandering finger.

You lay with your eyes closed as you try to control your rapid heartbeat. A careful hand glides up along your side to your chest before stopping at the base of your neck.

You crack your eyes open to see Logan leaning beside you, gaze tracing down your quivering body.

“Nice work,” you say, a satisfied smirk pulling at your lips.

He raises a brow. “You do something long enough…you get good at it.” He shrugs, matching your wicked smirk.

A hundred-something years of experience, you remind yourself.

He lets himself fall on top of you, his damp facial hair chafing against your throat as he presses firm kisses along your jaw in praise.

Two fingers press into your cheek, turning your head towards his. You let your neck roll to the side.

His lips catch your own. You let him work your mouth open, tasting the remnants of your cum as he drags his tongue over yours enthusiastically.

“I’m so fucking hard right now,” he says against your lips, giving you a rather forceful kiss before you have to pull yourself away to laugh.

Logan is someone that will always give you both sides of himself—hard and soft, rough and gentle, stern and loving.

You feel very lucky to get it all.

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