#IDK MAN. it's been a long rough day and i just. wanted to write this lol.
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Can you please write insecure!oldman!Logan? He is embarrased and sad because he canât do things he could with you when he was younger, you canât have sex easily and he canât run and stuff, you can do whatever you want with the idea đđ«¶đ«¶
Warnings: MINORS DNI, Smut, blow job, showering together, insecure Logan, angry Logan, mentions of blood.
wc: 1.5k
a/n: Yes sorry this took so long I had a lot of valentines stuff + just my daily life going on lmao. This is a little shorter because I'm not really feeling my smut writing rn idk why but I hope you enjoy it anyways.
Logan had always been a strong man. Always. Emotionally and Physically. In his prime he had super human abilities, his strength, his speed, his agility. He was an absolute monster on the battle field. Nothing and no one could stop him and boy did they try. He was the Wolverine, the X-Man. And now...now he's just a shell.
Logan traces his jaw as he roughly drags the razor along the side of his face. He grunts as he nicks himself again, his hand shakes as he tries to cut trim away the scruff but he just can't get his hand to steady. In a fit of frustration he slams the razor down onto the countertop. Crushing the poor appliance to pieces.
"Logan!?" He hears you call from the bedroom. Your voice drenched in worry.
"I'm fine!" He yells back.
The last thing he wants is for you to come wandering in the bathroom while he's like this. Bitter and angry. The man in the mirror is a far cry from the man he once was. His once dark hair was now old and greying. A rough beard had grown on his face, half due to laziness making him look much older. Wrinkles are everywhere, proving to anyone that looked at him that he was just an old man.
Under his shirt were scars and bruises. He never used to scar. His body was fit, he was muscled and for lack of a better term. Absolutely ripped. Sure he still has his muscles but his chest was littered with bullet scars and ugly tearing from the fights he's tried so desperately to shield you from.
You say you love him, he wants to believe it. But how could someone like you ever truly love a man like Logan. A man who has shed a river of blood and killed more than he can even remember. How does the world decide that now, after everything, he gets to come home to a sweet thing like you. A big smile and a warm heart waiting for him at the end of the day.
How could you want a man who can barely keep up with you. You're younger than him. To be fair pretty much everyone is younger than Logan. But physically, you go for runs in the morning, you dance around the living room, you're just so full of energy. A bright star in the sea of darkness and Logan, well he is the darkness. He's sore and tired and angry. The world does not shine for him anymore.
He can't go out with you, treat you the way you deserve to be treated. He can't take you dancing or go on a walk in the park. All he does is come home and sit on the couch. His joints creaking as it takes all his effort to even get comfortable. He sees you watch those romance movies with a longing in your eyes. It's a cold bitter pill for Logan to swallow but the truth is, he's just too worn down for you. You deserve more than what he can give you.
He looks around, its a small bathroom. It's a small house. He took every extra penny he could get in order to buy this little cabin. It took weeks to renovate it too. But Logan wanted to give you a place to life, to be safe. Maybe he can leave the house to you. He's so deep in his own head that he doesn't hear the door open. He jumps when he feels your hands on his chest.
"Logan what's wrong?" Your voice is soft as you gently cup his face, pulling him from whatever spiral he was sending himself through.
"Nothing. I need to shower." He grunts out, tilting his head to get out of your grip. You frown as he sheds his shirt and turns on the shower. You admire his back as he starts to unbuckle his pants.
"Can I join you?" You ask sweetly as you grab the bottom of your shirt and lift it up.
Logan turns around to deny you but the moment he lays eyes on you any words fail. You smirk as you slowly undress yourself, Logan watching you the whole time. You slip past him and stand under the hot water, letting it run down your body. You hold your hand out to Logan as to silently say, come join me. Logan kicks his pants off and joins you under the water. Groaning as the hot water hits his aching muscles.
"What happened?" Your brows furrow as you see the blood drip down his chin.
"Nicked myself with a razor." He mumbles, his eyes closing as you start to rub your hands on his shoulders.
"That's okay, it happens." You cup your hand to let some water pool and then use it to clean his face.
"You're too sweet on an old man like me baby." He whispers, his insecurities coming to light as he feels a sense of guilt coming over him. Guilt that you're even here with him in the shower, helping an old man like him wash his body.
"Oh hush you idiot." You lather body wash in your hands and start to wash his arms and chest.
"I'm serious baby, just look at me." He gestures lamely to himself. One of his hands coming to cup your chin.
"I can't keep up with the guys your age. I can't..." He sighs, his rough hands grab your waist and gently push you against the wall.
"I can't please you the way someone like you should be pleased." He admits. It's embarrassing to say but he knows it's true.
Maybe in another life, had you had met when he was younger things would be different. But he can't fuck the way he used to. 20 Years ago he could pick you up like nothing and tear you apart like it was nothing. But now, now he has to go slow and he can only last a round, maybe two.
"Shut up," You press your finger to his lips and he rolls his eyes.
"My turn to talk." Logan watches as you slowly sink to your knees.
"You think I don't know you're old? You wear dollar store reading glasses and say your knees hurt when it rains." He opens his mouth to complain but you shut him up by grabbing his cock in your hands. Your soapy warm hands are like heaven.
"I'm not some stupid kid Logan," He's acting like he's the big bad wolf who's hiding some terrible secret from you. You love Logan, all parts of him and you'll be dammed if you let him get in his own head and destroy the life you have now.
"I can make my own decisions and right now, I want to suck my boyfriends cock." Logan grabs your hair and tilts your head up so he can look at you. Lust blown wide in his eyes as you hold his heavy cock in your hands.
"You're gonna kill me one day you know that?" He groans as you stick your tongue out and lick the tip of it. A devilish tint in your eyes.
"What a way to go huh?" You tease as you take him as far into your mouth as you can, hell bent on sucking away any insecurities still floating in Logan's brain.
It's messy and hot and Logan feels like he's going to burst much sooner than he wants but he can't fucking help it. I mean fuck a hot thing like you has your warm mouth wrapped around his dick, how could he not fall apart. He places his hand on the back of your head and shoves you down until you choke.
You love when he gets rougher, he says he can't but his dominance shows in other ways, like the hold he has on your hair and the messy thrust of his hips. You moan around him and he slams his hand against the shower wall, accidently cracking the tile. Not strong my ass. It doesn't take long for him to come down your throat.
You drink it up with ease, wiping your lips as he pulls his softening cock out of your mouth. He pulls you up easily and gently pushes you against the wall, his lips on your neck biting and sucking anywhere he can get.
"Fuck baby," He groans as one of his hands slips down in between your legs.
"You can't get rid of me that easy old man." You groan as you wrap your arms around his neck.
"Yeah yeah," He lifts you up, ignoring the pain in his back as he carries you out of the shower and to the bedroom.
"Logan! We're soaking wet." You whine as he tosses you onto the bed, crawling up until he's slotted perfectly between your legs.
"I know." He says with a smirk.
"Feel better now?" You ask as he puts his arms under your thighs.
You were always good at keeping his bad thoughts at bay. Another night he might be pulled back in to his thoughts, but for now he'll just thank the universe for bringing you to him.
"Yeah I am baby, But I'm about to feel even better."
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chevalier; 1,282 words, fluff and the barest hint of angst; chevalier agrees to have a picnic, gn!reader
you ask him out for a picnic, and he agrees before he can stop himself. later, heâd wonder what possessed him to entertain such foolishness, such misanthropic meanderings of the mind but then â then you smile, and he puts aside the seventeen things heâs had on his mind and reaches out to help you carry the four bottles of champagne.
by the time you all settle in the rose gardens, clavis is grinning like the devil and chevalier teeters briefly on whether or not to kick him in the shins.
he decides on not as you go about laying out the freshly baked breads and the soft, melting cheeses. thereâs jam from the orchards and cakes from the kitchens. chevalier cocks his head as he watches you spread a liberal dollop of creme fraiche on a piece of bread and offer it to him.
âitâs good! i promise.â
chevalier quirks a single eyebrow, smirks, and takes it from you. the cream is sweet and light and tangy, the bread the perfect amount of warm and chewy. he wonders if the kitchens have always been this good, and then he wonders if itâs just the effect of you.
and later, much, much later â when theyâve all had their fair shares of creme and bread and fruits and jam, when the sun is hanging sweet and low as summer berries, the sky painted in languid, lazy brushstrokes of pinks and golds and blistering silver clouds, he finds himself watching you. like he always has.
âyouâre staring,â you say, your eyes slipping towards him to catch his gaze, to hold it for a second before it flickers back up towards the darkening sky. up, far, far above you are the first burgeoning sighs of twinkling stars.
âyes,â he says, unabashed in his intensity, âso i am.â
he watches as your cheeks darken, watches as your eyes slowly slide back to meet his again. and this time, he doesnât let you go. all around you, the other princes are slowly making their exits, their excuses muttered on smirking lips, first luke, then nokto, and finally even clavis, whoâd been watching you both with a sharp, rapier-like amusement bows his head and heads back in. you try your best not to blush and youâre unsure if you manage it.
âthereâs still a glass of champagne left.â
chevalierâs voice is pointed as always. you turn to look down at the half-filled flute sitting by your hand.
âso there is.â
âcome.â
chevalier stands up with a woosh of ghost-white robes and offers you a hand. you regard it for a split second before taking it and letting him help you to your feet.
âleave the mess, weâll come back to for it later,â he says, as if reading your mind.
you press your lips together but before you can make to follow him, he turns around, his eyes fixed on you as he says â
âbring the champagne.â
you blink. and then, you reach down for the glass.
you follow him to the memorial grounds, the huge marble monoliths carved with the names of all the knights and soldiers who had given their lives for the greater good. chevalier pauses before each with a solemn silence. you follow behind him, unable to stem your curiosity as you watch him.
âgraves are for the living,â chevalier finally says as you come to a pause beside him, looking over the vast sunken green field of the memorial grounds, âtheyâre for us to mourn the dead. those who have passed have no use for them.â
you nod.
âyes⊠i know.â
âbut itâs because of that⊠that theyâre made all the more important,â he says, turning to face you again. thereâs the shadow of a smile flickering across his lips.
âgo on then, pour the champagne.â
you blink at him before turning back to the memorial grounds and slowly emptying the glass of champagne into the grass at your feet, pouring it out in a steady, horizonal line. a toast to the dead, made for the living.
how fitting.
later, after the remnants of the picnic have all been cleared away, after the glasses have been washed and the fruit pits disposed of. you find yourself watching him as he reads, leaning against the wall of your room, the balcony open against the tepid summer air.
âyouâve never done that before,â you say, without preamble. because chevalier has never needed you to explain to understand.
âhm.â
you bite back a grin, âwhatâs made you so sentimental?â
the book in chevalierâs hands snap shut.
âdonât asks questions you already know the answers to.â
you fight back the urge to roll your eyes as he pins you with a glare.
âalright, alright â but⊠it really isnât like you⊠even after allâŠâ you motion vaguely at the space between you and him with a faint blush, âall⊠this.â
at this, chevalier smirks, cocking his head, and you feel your stomach twist into ever tighter knots inside you.
âi suppose itâs because⊠someone somewhere once taught me that the only difference between a graveyard and a garden is what you choose to put in the ground,â he says, his head still cocked, his eyes cool even as you go ever and ever hotter beneath his penetrating gaze.
you canât help but blush at his pointed words, but your body is awash with tingles as you finally parse out the depths of his admission.
youâd taught him something.
âo-oh! i â uhm⊠thatâs⊠well,â you cast about for something to say, something other than oh and uhm. finally, you settle on, âsounds smart, whoever taught you that.â
chevalierâs smirk grows as he pushes off the large loveseat and closes in on the edge of your bed, towering over your as he looks down at you over his aquiline nose and sculpted lips.
âyes. they were.â
he leans down, and you feel your breath hitch in your chest as he presses you back into the soft, downy sheets of your bed.
âs-so⊠have you thought about⊠planting some more flowers in the memorial field, then?â you ask, averting your eyes as he crawls onto the bed, his weight shifting the bed beneath you, your traitorous heart thumping up against your chest in ever and ever faster rhythms.
âi have,â chevalier muses, his voice light and unaffected, âiâve already given the order for it to be done.â
âohâŠâ is all you have in response, though it seems to please him all the same. you take a deep, steadying breath before forcing yourself to turn back and meet his piercing, star-fire gaze.
âso next time,â he says, pulling back suddenly, smoothing his hands over the material of his clothes as he makes his way back over to the loveseat to resume his book, âwe might have a picnic there instead. once the flowers start blooming.â
âa picnic⊠in the memorial field,â you echo.
he nods, flipping open his book again.
a picnic with the dead⊠for the living.
you allow yourself a secret smile as you nod, thinking back to that last glass of champagne.
because yes â the only difference between a graveyard and a garden might be what you choose to put in the ground. but says who that life cannot thrive in a place for the dying? after all â graveyards are for the living, arenât they? and champagne and flowers too.
âyes⊠iâd like that,â you say, nodding, smiling, bright as bright can be, âiâd like that very much indeed.â
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#chevalier michel#ikepri#ikemen prince#ikemen series#cybird ikemen#cybird otome#chevalier michel x reader#ikepri fluff#ikepri chevalier#chevalier michel fluff#ikemen prince fluff#cybird ikemen series#floofy floof floof#credit where credit is due the big graveyard vs garden line is from the one and only rudy francisco!#bc yes i am STILL a massive stan u__u but like. idk man#the where chev takes a knee in the graveyard made me feel things#c l ea r l y lol#IDK MAN. it's been a long rough day and i just. wanted to write this lol.
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Hi!! Iâve been reading a few of your works and I love your writing sm!! Iâve never done a request to a writer before, so I hope Iâm not too vague or ambiguous (but Iâm thinking what Iâm about to ask could be TOO specific đ), but I wanted to request an NSFW writing of Choi Su-Bong (Thanos) as a sub (and if you can, could you add a thing or two about edging him and/or overstimming him?). Personally, Iâd preferably have them written as headcanons BUT whatever works best for you is most important, so I wonât mind whatever you decide to do :)
And if youâre uncomfortable with the request, ofc feel free to ignore! I appreciate it in advance if you do decide to write it, and I do hope you have a lovely day â€ïžâ€ïž
you wonât ever catch me turning down a thanos request, not while i live and breathe đđ
TYSM FOR YOUR KIND WORDS BTW!! hopefully i did your vision justice :>
Submissive Headcanons! (Thanos/Choi Su-Bong/Player 230)
warning: smut and all things of the like (if youâre not used to seeing this warning on my page idk what to tell you) | not proofread | lowercase intended | sub!thanos | overstimulation | edging | begging | mommy kink if you squint | these are my headcanons for this character, please be respectful even if my opinions on the character differ from your own
character: thanos/choi su-bong (player 230)
A/N: we as a squid game society need more sub!thanos content, iâm happy to contribute my fair share. idk if this is ooc or not, because honestly i can see this guy being a total switch, but do with that what you will! enjoy :3 (lowkey running out of gifs for these stinkabutts) PS this may not be a read for you if mommy kink stuff makes you uncomfortable! i have many other thanos works that donât contain that bc i know its not everyoneâs cup of tea, i just thought it fit for these specific headcanons
MDNI! 18+ content under the cut, readers discretion is advised
â ââââżâż àŒș â° àŒ» âżâżâââ
†thanos did not strike you as the submissive type, the absolute 180 that his personality made from the public eye to the bedroom was so drastic you could have gotten whiplash
†he will for sure be on his knees for you, both literally and figuratively. this man will do anything you ask of him, just as long as it means he gets to please you.
†heâs definitely the type to beg. heâll give you the puppy dog eyes and go the whole nine yards if you agree to let him between your legs
†makes the most whorish sounds when you fuck him, especially when you praise him, even if its the smallest thing. even if you say something as simple as âright there, fuck yeahâ heâll be all over that shit, thanking you for letting him please you like that
†speaking of his moans, he gets quite high pitched when you guys get into it. iâm not talking anything crazy, just a lot higher than what you could have been expecting.
†some of the things you may expect thanos to say while you guys fuck can include:
âoh god, please keep fucking my cock, just like thatâ
âam i making you feel good, mommy? yeah?â
will straight up just call you mommy through his whimpers and whines if heâs too far gone
†goes crazy when you give him hickeys or bite his neck at any point that you can, whether it be before you guys have even stripped, as your jerking him off or while your actively grinding on his dick, he canât get enough of it
†cries during rough sex, no further questions
†needs you to be touching him at all points of the sexual journey, loves when you rest your hands on his shoulders/chest as you ride him
†likes getting whipped THAT DAMN WIND AGAINâ
†goes ballistic when you pull his hair, the slutty sounds really show up then
†acts like he doesnât like being edged, but heâs a sucker for it.
âfuck pleaseâŠmommy just let me cum, oh fuckâ
âiâll do anything, i just need it so bad, i wanâ it p-leaseâ
†loves when you restrain him, it can be with anything. handcuffs, rope, your own two hands, ANYTHING
†choke him when heâs close, better yet, choke him while you edge him.
†he will cry when being overstimulated (trust you guys have a safeword set in place for overstimulating, as can be said for any other experimenting)
†loves physical touch during aftercare, it doesnât have to be straight up cuddling, but just you touching/caressing him in any way at all
ââââżâż àŒș â° àŒ» âżâżâââ
thanks so much for reading! as per usual, any advice/constructive criticism on how i can improve my writing is appreciated and requested!
have a fantastic night/day lovelies đ
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#squid game#squid game 2#squid game smut#squid game x reader#x reader smut#x reader fanfiction#player 230#choi su bong#thanos x reader#imagines#headcanons
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can u make some like generic dating ellie headcannons? (tlou universe preferably)
i love ur writing sm!!
dating ellie williams âĄÌ
cw: usual fluff, mentioned love languages, mention of joelâs death (i wanted to be as canon as possible), a little nsfw but nothing too crazy.
note: here are some semi-ooc ellie hcâs!! i feel like im so bad at headcanons, but here you go. thank you for enjoying my work, i hope you like this too pookie!


ellie! is a total introvert to her core, so no matter how she found out about you taking interest in her⊠sheâd probably need some time to think about it.
ellie! would have you freaking tf out over it too. but she means well, sheâs just a really bad over-thinkerânever wanting to say the wrong thing. but sheâd come around and never stop apologizing to you.
ellie! would take a little while to open up to you, if you werenât friends first. sheâs been through a lot in her life, and she fears that her trauma could scare people away.
now, if you were already friends (specifically close friends), you probably wouldâve already known her deepest darkest secrets and feelings by the time you started dating. every traumatic event and every fixation sheâs had since she was a child.
ellie! thoroughly believes in physical touch and quality time as a love language.
for physical touch: it doesnât always have to be sexual (she doesnât complain either way), she just likes to touch youâknowing youâre right there next to her. you could be doing the dishes and sheâd come up behind you, leaning her head on your shoulder, with her hands delicately placed on your hips. or standing by the bar at the tipsy bison, with her fingers dipped into any of the pockets of your jeans. keeping you close.
for quality time: she does love her moments alone, but theyâre always better with you somewhere near by. sometimes, when she would spend hours painting or drawing in her art room, sheâd ask if you could come sit in. so youâd bring your book, or whatever you were doing, and read silently in the same room as her. while a smooth record played in the background. but sometimes, she doesnât even ask. you could be doing the most boring thing ever, and sheâd float around you like a curious bumblebee.
ellie! love, love, loves being babiedâeven though sheâd never admit it. she has a reputation to uphold, of course. during the spring, due to the patrols and supply runs, her allergies would wreck havoc on her. thatâs where you come in to nurture her back to health. sheâd have tissue stuck up her nose, with her head lying in your lap on the couch. you rubbing your hand over her hair, soothingly.
âif you kiss me right now, i think my sinuses will re-open.â
âellie, you just sneezed two minutes ago.â
âbaby, pleaseeeee! i need it!â and sheâd give the craziest puppy dog eyes known to man. and, of course, youâd give in. giving her the sweetest smooch ever. it didnât open her sinuses, but she knew that. just know⊠sheâs gonna convince you to give her another to be sure.
another scenario would be coming home after a long day at work (idk i feel like doing patrols would be like her main thing). she probably had a rough day with the lingering infected, and came back with a few injuries. the moment she stepped through the door, sheâd be calling for you. wrapped in your arms, smelling like the outdoors, youâd slowly undress her and then run a bath. she loved when youâd cater to her in that wayâcleaning her cuts, washing her skin from dried blood and dirt. after all that, youâd cuddle in bed, pillow-talking until her eyes shut before yours.
âgoodnight, els.â smooch.
ellie! was a little iffy when it came to holidays, but when it came to your birthday it was a special affair. jackson was a healthy and happy little bubble, but because the idea of loss wasnât foreign to herâcelebrating her loved ones was very important to her.
if you didnât like grand gestures, sheâd keep it lowkey. maybe throwing a little surprise for the two of you at home; cooking you dinner, having a movie night, and giving you little trinkets she found on the road. or painting something for you in secret, then giving it to you as a gift.
speaking of cookingâŠ
ellie! has thing for making good food. a part of me feels like joel put her on when she was young, and after he died (yeah, iâm sorry) she made an effort to keep it up. playing guitar was much harder for her since she only had two fingers and a thumb on her left handâso she decided to pick up something else to stay close to him.
so every chance she can get, she cooks for you or both of you. when you would go on patrols, youâd make sure to pick up cook books from before the outbreak since she found them so fascinating. and you loved being her little food guinea pig. spoiler: she was a fast learner so her cooking skills were pretty good.
ellie! 100% taught you to play the song (that we all know and love) that joel taught her on the guitar. and whenever you knew she needed to hear it, youâd play it for her. and, i swear on everything, thereâd be tears in her eyes every time.
and for some freaky stuff⊠(i wonât get into crazy detail but i just wanna be thorough ;D)
ellie! just loves loving you⊠making love to youâdoing everything that she can to almost prove that youâre everything to her (not that she needs to but she does it anyway).
meaning: at the very best, sheâs a service!top. however, i can get behind her being a switch/verse (or maybe iâm bias lmao).
ellie! probably wouldnât strap as often as the fanfics show. especially being in this apocalyptic worldâwhere would you get them?? if they werenât hella old⊠and, i feel like sheâd think they were a little silly (but if you wanted to try it, sheâd oblige because what you say goes).
ellie! loves to watch the expressions of your features contort into visuals of pleasure. itâs how she knew she was being good for youâdoing everything that you asked but better!
your first time: of course she was super awkward. not really knowing where to put her hands at first. but once the heat began to rise, and your bodies began to press together, her entire energy changed! sheâs her most confident when sheâs in service to someone (in some way)âso she makes it her prerogative to make you feel good and comfortable. you werenât really expecting that from her, though. it only took one airy moan coming from your lips for her to completely flip the script.
her hands were firmly delicate, and she made sure to be very vocal in your ears and over your body.
overall, ellie williams is a very attentive lover. in many ways than just one.
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#millersfinest#ellie tlou#ellie williams#lesbian#ellie williams headcanons#ellie williams imagine#ellie williams smut
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specialize in havin' fun. antidesire
disclaimer, 18+ only. f!reader x logan howlett, logan is ancient so obvi age gap? idk who this is for, what am i doing? think im the dick-sucking writer, i seem to always write about it. no established relationship, reader and logan fool around but reader is head over heels for him. this is just porn, I didn't intend to write logan so rough I think I went off the rails. roughness, a lil non-con??? forcefulness, oral m! receiving, boot.. fucking >:), saliva, desperate!reader, pet names, hair pulling, I haven't written in so long I forgot how to tag, lmk if I miss anything, sorry this is garbage babe.
reblogging, interacting and sending feedback is always much appreciated, requests are open !! âĄ

logan's boots hit the stony pavement with a thud, leg swinging over the body of his motorcycle, propping it up diligently. what a fucking day, with a sharp inhale, he tried to shrug off any lingering thoughts that were worming around his brain.
your apartment was a humble and homely one, sure, sometimes the water would either scald you or, leave you falling on your ass when it blasted you with an ice-cold wake-up call, but you had decent neighbours, ones that didn't pry, or make a lot of noise, lot's of privacy, logan liked that, though he'd put up with anything for a night with you.
though this habit of leaving your door unlatched because you expected him, was something he didn't want to put up with, had he not taught you better?
"told you not to do that.." logan mummers under his breath, lord knows any fucker that tried to creep into the naively sweet girl's apartment, is one dead fucker.
pushing the door open, he was greeted with the familiar warmth of the living room, a chiffon scarf with tassels draped over the lamp on the tableside, drenching the room in tranquillity, candlelight flickering to compliment the dimly lit ambiance, he almost slammed the front door shut, as though the outside would taint it if it got too long of a look.
like a domino effect, just the click of the door scrambled you to your feet, tripping over the blanket thrown over your shoulders, "logan!" your hush whisper sounded just as excited as every other time he walked through the door, as though it was a script you followed.
"hey bab- ouh," logan huffed out, your head smacking against his chest first, your arms following in quick succession, squeezing tightly around his chest, "one day you're gonna give yourself a concussion doin' that."
muffled laughs vibrated against his chest. when you breathed in you could smell the gasoline on his clothing, and that cologne he wore, smelt earthy, woody, and a little citrus too.
impatient as always when it came to overtaking all your senses with the man you were enamored with, your fingers find the bulkiest part of logan's arms, not nearly enough length on them to get close to fully engulfing the meaty muscle of them, you squeezed and forced them both around your upper waist, encouraging him to hold you tighter, you wanted to feel light-headed with him.
if you could see the soppy smile that stretched on his face, eyes wrinkled with delight, you would've pounced further on him, "how do you do it?" your head raised at his question, chin digging uncomfortably into his sternum, he continues, "exist when i'm not here for you to love up on me?" logan's fingers tapped up your back, under the shirt of his you were adorned in, the blanket you had over you, long forgotten about.
your cheeks puffed out and lips parted, but only an exhale left them. you quickly shook your head, only nudging into him for more comfort.
âcâmere,â it was quite comical because any closer wouldâve been impossible, though you craved it, with a push under your chin, logan leaned down, and without another beat he pushed his lips to yours, his thumb, followed by a trickling of his fingers trailing downwards along your neck, resting his grip mindfully there, as though the kiss hadnât dazed you enough.
hoo boy, you were easy.
logan had years on him- years was an understatement, and you, this doe-eyed girl, hopelessly head over heels to please him, it was dangerous, logan felt guilty, soiling such a deer.
it was perverse.
it was perverse when he first rammed into you and you choked out the cutest little sob he had ever heard, eyes flooding with fat tears, he had tensed himself, so much restraint it took out of him to even think about pulling out after all the effort it took to push his cock inside you, youâd noticed and in a bit of a panic, âno- nonono.â your legs raised up and around his hips, the heels of your feet pushing against his back, âkeepâ hngh, stay, can do it.. i can do it.â your breath was so unsteady, âplease.â and who was he to deny such a brave girl?
and now when he felt your lips part, trying to sloppily catch up with his own, fingers fumbling awkwardly at the lower hem of his raggedy white tank top, it was perverse.
it didnât have to go like this every time, but it did, it got out of control, and fast, every single damn time.
logan's beard was dark, mostly, with little flecks of grey if you looked close enough. it scratched your pretty face deliciously when you pushed up further into the kiss, your hands exposing his tanned midriff, wandering upward to his chest, covered in coarse hair, you squeezed his flesh under your greedy fingertips every time you grazed over his waist.
the last thing logan would ever tell you to do was slow down, as much as he reveled in control, seeing you like this, your thoughts at the back of your mind, all action and no consequence, just what feels good, it was euphoric for him.
his nose prodded against yours as his tongue invaded your mouth, the sound of wet lips smacking and breaths hitching, you only let up when a sharp twinge of pain jolted at your scalp, logan's grip from your neck had moved up toward your hair, a bunched handful that arched your body delightfully against his own.
just sometimes, he'd have to nod you in a direction, when you got all fuzzy in the head for him you would've been feeling up on him with your tongue down his throat until your knee's buckled- just a little nod.
with another tug, you let logan maneuver you to the floor, not so gracefully when your knees thudded against the wood, but you didn't flinch, making quick work of his leather belt, the thing was heavy, a big brass oval buckle being the obstacle between him being down your throat already.
logan ever so kindly helped when he tugged the rest of the belt through the loops, it clattering to the ground beside his boots, next came the pop of his button and a quick push of the zipper downwards, flickering his eyes to where you were sitting, knees squashed underneath you, palms on each side of his thighs, and big pupils ghosting over his fingers.
"look at me baby." his thumb prodded at your bottom lip, inviting it to slip past and rest on your tongue, your eyes blinking up at logan, and your head tilting a little when your fingers scrunched the denim of his jeans.
his thumb pushed against your tongue and his finger hooked under your chin, pulling you into him until your cheek smushed into his abdomen and he retracted his hand, pushing his strained cock against your mouth.
you darted your tongue out and felt the texture of his briefs against it, eager fingers nudging the elastic down just enough to get him out of the fabric, barely letting his cock twitch as it met the air, a line of open-mouthed kisses trailing from the underside of his cock, hazily trailing the vein your tongue searched for, the one that leads straight up to his tip.
âsâlike youâre drunk when you get like this,â logan hums, his grip on your hair was loose now, you made the prettiest distraction heâd ever laid eyes on, his thighs clenched and he twitched against your mouth again, already shallowly fucking up against your lips, âyou remember last time? gotta take it easy, baby.â
last time, was partly loganâs fault, far too carried away in the warmth and slippery slick of your mouth that he had forgotten how big he was, and how small you were, how small your mouth was, it was an easy mistake when you always took anything he threw at you so sweetly, even if it ended with you gagging so uncontrollably, you almost threw up, oops.
your skin warmed out of humiliation at the gentle reminder, hastily leaning up on your knees, either of your legs sprawled out beside you when you reached up to hook both of your fingers in either side of his belt loops on his jeans, a steady handle now you opened your sticky-glossed lips and pushed the tip of his cock into your mouth, that familiar ache in your jaw not tearing down your confidence, but fuck, he was big and thick.
he tasted salty and he felt heavy in your mouth when you shoved more of him past your lips, shocks of hot lust pulsing straight between your legs whenever you heard the man above you even so much as sigh.
here he was, not even five footsteps into the room, with his pretty little thing kneeling before him as though he was a deity you praised, and devoted yourself to, in truth further condemning yourself with a life of sin, much to the both of your pleasures.
your head bobbed, and every so often you'd pull your head upward and curl your tongue around the red-hot tip of him, decorating him with sticky kisses, before he got a little too riled and there came that pulse of pain in your scalp again.
"that's very cute," the mewl that sounded in your throat was buried as soon as he pushed on the back of your head, and stuffed his cock down your throat, "i said take it fucking easy, but don't push your luck sweetheart."
your eyes almost bulged when you felt the tip of his boot nudge in between your legs, awkwardly bouncing until you feel it slip underneath you, flush against your aching warmth, "ffu-" you choked out, a stray fat tear trickling down your puffed out cheeks, mixing in the mess of saliva that pushes past your lips when logan keeps fucking up into your mouth.
"sshush, shsh." he coos out, his fingers that were previously tangled into your hair moving to your cheek, wiping at your sweet little tear, "I got you, baby, relax." his voice was as smooth as honey, and you took a second to still yourself, unclenching your jaw, as much as you could whilst he was rammed into your throat impatiently, exhaling out of your nose and hollowing your cheeks, taking a stronger grip on the hoops of his belt, for your own sanity because the way he tilted the tip of his boot up against your pussy was wickedly evil.
the thin layer of your short shorts did little to help you, you'd spoiled them as soon as his lips meshed with yours earlier.
another inhale,
exhale,
you managed to slide your mouth down much more fluidly this time, even tugging him flush against you, until the hairs at the base of him tickled your nose, you tried your best to pay no attention to the way logan had his boot in between your legs, no, no attention to the way your hips had a mind of their own, swaying against the hard material, your clit bumping deliciously every time you breathed him in, and raised your head and letting it fall in a rhythm.
the sounds that parted from logan's lips were otherworldly, his timbre was guttural and he got increasingly vocal, "fuhhck, mm," logan's brow bone had wrinkled, bliss evident, even in the way his head tilts to watch more darling little tears push past your eyes, "wish you'd greet me like this every day, ah, ah!" he hissed out, the muscles in his thighs tensing when you jolt him forward by the loops in his denim jeans, and he hits the back of your damn throat, and you take it.
cocky, thatâs what you were being, and he loved every single drop of it, âgonna be a good little girl, make me cum, mm? yeah?â logan hums, feeling you squeeze his legs in approval.
good little girl,
if there were any three words to put together to make you putty in logan howlettâs hands, it was those.
your little sobs were more evident every time you lifted your head to pay some sweet attention to his tip, collecting the dribbles of sticky precum at the tip of him, rutting yourself against his boot which didnât fly by loganâs head- no matter how enamored he was with his dick down your throat, âdesperate for me to ruin every single bit of you, have a little more respect for yourself sweetheart.â he chuckled out, cruel.
if you werenât so full of him, your senses screaming loganloganlogan, you wouldâve said something, you wouldâve scowled at least.
âyouâre so pretty like this, let me fuck your throat yeah? you want that?â it wasnât a question, loganâs rough hands settled on either side of your head and not missing a beat, he was thrusting into your mouth, forcefully, and hard.
his grip was stable, far too strong for you to do anything, anything but your arms flailing and clawing up at his chest, even tearing a hole in his white undershirt that bunched up under his arms.
too much. your brain screeched in panic, but your body betrayed you, helplessly fucking yourself against his boot with your thighs squashed on either side, and holy fuck, you were cumming, your puffy clit rubbing perfectly, and the lack of air did something so euphoric, it was all so wrong, but it could only be right when your body pulsed with pleasure so overwhelmingly you could do nothing but trust him, and let those fat crocodile tears stream down your face.
âsh-shit, did you just cum?â he laughs, he fucking laughs, âahnngn, thatâs so sexy.â logan was losing it, his fingertips pressed into the plush of your cheeks, hips getting sloppy as he neared his high.
one, two, three more thrusts, stuffing himself into your mouth and he is cumming for what feels like an eternity, hot and sticky fluid gushing into your mouth and spilling past your lips, dripping onto your thighs.
he lets up and eases out of your mouth when he squeezes the rest of his spend onto your tongue, gesturing with a nod of his head, âthereâs my sweet girl.â you swallow, and it hurts, the strain in your throat, in your jaw, between your legs, every inch of you feels used.
âthank you, lo.â you barely scratch out, knees trembling when you lean up, nuzzling your face against his abdomen, your arms clasping around his waist for comfort, his stomach gleamed with sweat and saliva too, somehow.
logan lifted you to your feet in a swift motion, one of his hands under your arms as the other tucked his dick back into his briefs, getting you to the couch, wrapping that previously forgotten about blanket around you, âiâm gonna run us a bath, you stay here.â his lips pressed a kiss so delicately to your forehead that you felt it almost regenerate your entire body.
âcan you stay for a second longer?â your voice was small, unstable.
âmâ not leaving.â logan finds it endearing, honestly a little heartbreaking, âyou canât walk and your shoulders are up to your ears sweet, lemme get a bath going,â he explains, more reassuringly but you still grumble.
he sighs at that, you barely even recognize you are horizontal after what feels like a long blink, one of loganâs arms snugly under your knees whilst the other held your upper back, and he walked onwards to the bathroom, âyou remind me of a little lamb like this.â he observed, and laid another sweet kiss, this time to your lips, and your stomach churned in delight, he reassured you once again, just for tonight,
âdonât worry, iâm not leaving yet.â
#logan howlett x reader#logan howlett smut#logan howlett x you#logan x reader#logan smut#wolverine x you#wolverine smut#wolverine x reader#xmen smut#logan howlett
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Boothill relationship headcanons;
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â° Characters: Boothill x reader.
â° Words: ~1k.
â° SFW+N//SFW ; SFW mentions no pronouns or gender of the reader. N//SFW section was written with fem!reader in mind.
Warnings: THIS HAS A NSFW PART. MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS skip this section if possible. some of these hc are based on this post, since i wanted to write a little more about it.
A/N: BRAINROT gRR he truly gives me doctor by Miley Cyrus vibes. idk how to explain it but take it
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Boothill:

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he's such a gentleman! opens doors for you, pulls out a chair, kisses your hand when he sees you first for the day, it doesn't get boring for him at all. if you ignore some of his unhinged behaviors, then he's a perfect man.
like i mentioned in my previous post, he's VERY possessive of you. he does like to go to unknown clubs or bars with you to try out their best drinks in his spare time, though he doesn't have you attached to his hip (even.. if he wouldn't probably mind at all), he does keep a sharp eye on you. if a weird guy approaches you and you're clearly uncomfortable, he tries to intimidate the guy away and clearly let him see that you're his (aka placing his arm around your waist and pushing you into him), if being polite doesn't work, well, they have a rough night. not in a good way.
this man SCREAMS BACK HUGS!! since his body is like 90% metal and machines, he loves to embrace you from behind and wrap his arms around your tummy, while his chin rests on your shoulder. he misses the softness of his own skin, so having you gives him a lot of comfort; the warmth you're radiating makes him reluctant to ever pull away. boothill often finds himself touching his cheeks with his robotic arms, when they get warm enough - the feeling almost long forgotten in his mind.
speaking of back hugs: he's also very big on neck kisses, mostly giving than receiving, depending on how he feels, they're either very innocent and loving - very soft, paired with butterfly kisses, or biting you and then kissing it better, when things get steamy.
boothil finds it funny when his hair tickles you when he hugs you from behind. if he's feeling particularly like a little shit that day, he can annoy you the entire day like that, only to respond with "hmm? what do you mean? I'm not doing anything, baby!" ...don't tell him his smirk gives it away, but honestly, at this point, he probably doesn't try to hide it that well.
he DOES slap your ass when you go past him. EVERY time. it doesn't get boring for him, he likes the sound it makes AND how soft it is, bonus if it jiggles, then he's even more proud. he might offer "an apologetic massage," which you rarely agree to (but he'll try until u say yes).
if someone ever tinkers with his Synesthesia beacon, he cannot swear for his life. you might catch him trying to cook, spilling something, and then hearing loud "YOU LITTLE DAISY FLOWER! CUTIE PIE! CURSED FROG!" it's kinda impressive how colorful they can get...
speaking of his voice, he's probably able to manipulate it so it sounds the best according to your taste. although his flesh heart has been gone for so long, he still feels that familiar, warm feeling and squeeze of his own, mechanical one, when your answer is always the same - to modulate it so it sounds the closest to what it used to be, or that the current one is just as pleasant to hear.
he likes to kiss you. no matter where, or when. if he wants to, he'll get one, pressing you against him, cupping your face with one hand, and kissing your puckered lips. once you give in, he kisses you properly, caressing your cheek ever so slightly to ease any discomfort left, only to hold you tightly on your hips and whimper on purpose just to tease you more (i believe in boothill is a little shit theory).
if we assume his face is the only human part of him left (besides his eyes). In that case, he just truly loves the softness of your lips on his. he kisses you as much as he can, and will get all fussy and whiny if he doesn't get his good morning kiss, we-see-each-other-for-the-first-time-today kiss (note: this is not the same as good morning kiss), goodnight kiss and so on. yes, he could get it by himself, but he wants it from you first. he's just very stubborn.
watch out! he likes to draw blood on your lower lip when his intrusive thoughts win. he licks the blood off later, and gives it a loving kiss.
his hair is genuine, so he loves whenever you play with it, brush it, or take care of it in general. it's probably one of the very few human features of his, so if your boothill lets you carefully pamper it, let alone without flooding his cords, he's not only very impressed, but also very willing to indulge in more sessions.
finds it absolutely adorable when you wear his hat when he isn't looking. or, well, when you think he isn't looking.
N/SFW. minors and ageless blogs shoo!
the council has decided that he has a vibrator in place of his real junk. but if you're into experimenting and want him to feel a bit more, hm, natural - he's more than happy to change his parts. shape, size and pace - everything for his lady.
you can probably guess, but that's an absolute ass man. he sees you in tighter pants that hug you just so nicely and might go feral.
eats pussy like a starved man. he has no shame and licks, sucks, and fucks you with his tongue and THE SOUNDS could put the devil himself to shame. boothill always wants everyone to know that you're his, how you scream and moan for him, so in return - he never lets a drop of your juices go to waste, slurping and moaning into your slit.
he's literally so flexible, that he'll fuck you in every position you want him to. if it means he'll get deeper, he's on board. and probably on top of you too.
likes to grope you through your clothes. sounds very tame, but it really gets him going, and might sometimes cause trouble in public.. unless you WANT that trouble.
adding to the headcanon above - he truly just gets turned on by your skin, especially imperfections. stretch marks? he'll kiss them all, scars? he has them all memorized. when he touches you through your clothes, he already remembers what is where, it's like he's edging himself knowing that soon enough he'll undress you completely and see it clearly; he quite literally worships what truly makes you... you.
he. is. so. SO over when you pull on his hair. when you make out, when he fucks you - doesn't matter. DO IT and he'll go absolutely crazy, hissing in pleasure and grinding into you.
#honkai star rail#honkai star rail x reader#hsr x reader#boothill#boothill hsr#boothill x reader#.headcanon#oops#gif by @/freyito!!
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Logan thought of the day from a fan!::
Old man Logan being all domestic with someone around his age. I donât think a lot of people think about the concept but I genuinely enjoy the thought of Logan having a wife heâs desperately in love with. Been married to for years on end đđ him calling her sweet nicknames, combing her hair or buying her things he knows she loves.
(NSFW thoughts just for the hell of it: him still being an amazing lover in bed. Like sure the man isnât as fast or agile as he used to be, but he can still absolutely ruin your shit. Pouring all of his love into you in the absolutely most animalistic manner possible before collapsing cause his back hurt like a mf)
You donât have to write anything youâre uncomfortable with but those were just my thoughts! Love your blog, take care đââïžđ
aw! this is such a cute concept! i'm currently working on a series rn but i wanna write a full blurb about this in the future<3
old man!logan with a mature!reader
over the years, you and logan have definitely been through some shit. full on yelling matches, jealousy, near death experiences, all of it. no matter what, he always comes back to you with those water colored eyes that you adored so much.
idk why but i think logan would enjoy the simplicity of doing things like laundry, cooking, and dishes together. he always says he wants to help you but somehow his hands sneak up your sweater and his lips always end up on your neck.
late at night, logan will pull you on top of his chest and play with your hair until you fall asleep. during the day, he will put your hair up for you or style it in a simple brain if you need his help.
old man logan loooovvveeesss passionate kisses. you're always running late to work in the morning because logan can't simply give you a quick peck on the lips.
when you two finally have the 'kids' conversation, something snaps in logan. he's constantly hard just even thinking about getting you pregnant.
logan definitely wants a little girl for many reasons but especially because he's worried that if he had a son, he would only inherit the worst of logan's traits.
the two of you never had an actual wedding and nothings official but logan gave you a ring that you never part with. neither of you need a piece of paper to prove your love to each other.
old man logan can still put it DOWN in the bedroom. it's not as rough or fast as it used to be but he still leaves you whimpering and seeing stars.
he thrives off of taking this slow. logan loves making your legs shake and building up your high.
he wears his wedding band on the same chain as his dog tags because he's afraid of it busting due to his claws.
you love putting on an old record late at night while he smokes and you lay in his lap, reading a book. just enjoying each others company.
you are the only person that gets to see logan in his most vulnerable state. he lets you wrap up his scars, clean his claws, kiss the tender and bloody flesh.
logan always promises that he's done fighting but you know the truth.
he's a sweet talker when your irritated at him.
one time you joke about getting old, something about wrinkles or not looking as pretty as when the two of you first met. logan doesn't let it slide. he spends all night long assuring you that you are still as beautiful as the day he first saw you.
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Trying not to think about Simon 'Always Doing Acts of Service and Caring for Others Silently' Ghost Riley forgetting to care for himself as much, and how it would probably touch a part of his heart he thought wasn't there anymore if someone did the same for him. Something simple, like just a new jacket after his old one got wrecked from wear and tear, that's thick and durable but soft and comfortable, a nice weight on his shoulders but doesn't make him sweat, resting over his chair. Or after a long day of work where he's dragging himself along, finding a meal already made for him sitting in the fridge, something actually cooked and seasoned the way he likes so he doesn't have to think about cooking or go to bed on an empty stomach. Idk, this has been rattling around in my brain all day and I needed to get it out, sorry if this is weird! Also really like your art and writing, congrats on the 1k, you deserve it and so much more!
anon Iâm smooching your big, beautiful brain (I wrote this in one sitting, hope itâs not terrible lol)
Simon Riley is a man of action - Ghost, the most literal manifestation of serving. Ghost follows and gives orders to assure his team, his friends, make it home safe at the end of a deployment. as a Lieutenant, Simon wouldnât say it out loud, but he cares so deeply for his team. Task Force 141 is a second home to him, more so the people, and thus makes it his job to protect them
but Simon Riley is also a man of action off duty - a civilian whoâs heart rests in your hands. loyal as a dog, Simon would do anything for you. a man of action, heâll insist you relax, you shouldnât lift a finger for something small. anything Simon can do in your stead he will. because, while his team is a second home, his true home is you
but Simon, stubborn and strong as he is, gets tired. front door clicking shut, mask already being tugged off, his muscles are tense and sore after a long day. dirty blond hair messy and eyes half lidded with exhaustion, heâs still only got one thing on his mind - to serve you and make you happy. he already planned on trudging into the kitchen to make dinner, something simple but filling. he pauses when he smells food already though
kicking his boots off, worn and dirty, he makes his way to the little kitchen around the corner. cracking a small, barely there smile at the sight in front of him. you, moving about the kitchen. the lights a little dim - heâd change the lightbulb later, and there you are, cooking a meal. one step ahead of him, and he soaks in the domestic scene. a part of him wants to step in, tell you youâve done enough and heâll finish everything off⊠but he doesnât have the heart to disrupt this cozy, intimate moment
itâs only when you see him does he approach, hands a touch too rough and calloused - heâs sure youâll make him moisturize later. âSmells nice, lovie.â, he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your hairline. eyes fluttering shut as he holds your hands, a small grin tugs at his lips, âSâpose the food smells good too.â. he relishes in the laugh that leaves you, the way you squeeze his hands. he moves to press a kiss to your jaw, slightly crooked nose nudging against you as his hands wander to your hips - touch featherlight, as if handling you any rougher might shatter you
thereâs a reluctance in his heart as he lets go of you, scoffing when you tell him to go sit down. âBossy little thing.â, he mumbles, voice lighthearted as he leans back against a counter. he stays there for just a moment, one last glance at you happily cooking - cooking for him. it melts his heart knowing that youâre just a loyal as him, that youâd both run to the ends of the Earth for each other
heâs content to finally relax, leaving the kitchen to slump against a chair in the small dining room. head tilted back a little as he rolls his shoulders, his hands move to idly take his belt off - heâd change later, a hot shower after dinner always made him feel better. maybe heâd convince you to join him, better yetâ maybe heâd convince himself to indulge in a hot bath instead. and when you join him at the table, sitting down next to him with a full plate for him, Simon feels butterflies in his stomach
he loves eating with you, sharing a meal and letting his guard down. gaze smitten as he listens to you recount your day, breathing steady as he hums. and when everything is done, stubborn man, heâll take the dishes to the kitchen. as much as heâd like to wash them straight away, he settles for leaving them in the sink tonight. soon enough heâs sweeping you up in his arms - no matter how roughed up and sore he is, he always finds the strength to carry you. heâll ignore any protest that, âSimon! I can walkââ, a gruff chuckle rumbling in his chest, âKnow that, love, but I can carry you just fine.â
and from then on, Simon feels like heâs floating. in a dreamlike state, he sets you down on the cool bathroom floor, feet making contact with tile. gently thumbing at your hips, he presses a soft kiss to your lips, âThank you.â. soft spoken words contrasting his gravely voice, another kiss pressed to your cheek - lips a little chapped, but heâs never heard you complain about them
and when you help each other slowly strip, the bathroom filling with mist like steam, he feels the tension in his muscles give. he puts up a little fight, grumbled words, when you insist on sudsing him up. heâs all bark though, when he feels you rub his aching shoulders he feels like he could never muster up any bite ever agiain. comfortable and turning to putty in your hands, heâll happily let you mould him into a soft, gentle man
heâll lazily return the favor, rough hands lathered in your body wash. content. feeling you under his palms, warm skin dotted with beads of water and bubbles, Simonâs content. a warmth in his chest that heâs still not used to. the simple intimacy of washing away the sweat and filth from the day, it makes Simon feel like a new man - and to wash you? heâs happy you feel safe enough, that you trust him, to handle you so carefully
and at the end of the night, cleaned from the dirt of his daily life, Simon settles in bed with you. all gentle touches and soft, murmured praise - you did so good for him today. he fights the back of his mind off, youâve taught him better than to believe those gnawing words. Simon Riley deserves this. a phrase you carved into his heart, long since settled at the forefront of his mind. and as he holds you to his chest, warm hand on the small of your back, he sighs deeplyâŠ
a man of action deserves rest
#I hope this is good lol#ghost#simon ghost riley#simon riley#ghost cod#ghost call of duty#ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#cod#cod thoughts#call of duty#ghost headcanons#hit post
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This request is really clichĂ© I'm sorry đ
Sukuna's friends made a bet to go hit on the reader and not soon after his arrogant ass starts to feel bad and of course reader would find out about the bed and angst this angst that
How would he solve the situation?
THANK U đ

Right babe, I love this shit, cliche's exist for a reason!
"i miss you, i'm sorry"
-> Sukuna x afab reader - Motocross AU, same world as "i knew the day i met you you'd be the one" (choso one shot).
-> CW: Sukuna is not a soft man, he never will be - BUT he's desperate for you. Yuji and Sukuna hate each other. Smut Warning [grinding, nipple sucking, hair pulling, rough sex not a lot of foreplay - quickie really]
-> WC: 2.4k
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A/N: okay I started writing this and spiralled. I thought I would have finished this the day you sent in the request, but seeing as I got carried away it took long lol. Thank you for the request I had a lot of fun writing this! That being said idk if its the best written, but regardless I still hope you like it!
Guilt was a passing emotion it always would be. Every emotion was passing. Especially for Sukuna, a month ago he'd felt terrible, then miserable, now he was at the end of his rope - desperate. this is the longest he felt something for someone. The strongest he's ever felt for someone.
Your face flashed in his head, crumbling as your eyes filled with tears.
"He's lying right?" You'd asked pointing at Yuuji. The motherfucker was standing to the left leaning against the door jam, his hands tucked into his pockets, an amused look passed over his features before he schooled them back into a sneer. Sukuna's hand itched to break the kid's nose again.
"No."
That was it. There wasn't anything else to explain, there still wasn't. But there was something to say, something he had to tell you.
The bet was fleeting. Everything is fleeting. Especially for me. But youâŠ.
You weren't answering your phone. You had him blocked, and he couldn't understand. why wasn't this fucking passing and fleeting, why was the hurt and pain still they're stuck in his damned chest.
Why were you standing with Yuji? Your hands crossed over your chest a painfully beautiful smile spread across your face as you laughed at something that Yuji said.
Sukuna was leaning on his bike, his racing gear on. The black polyester stuck to him after his race. He'd beat Choso today, he should have been on a high. He hadn't just beat Choso, he'd beat everyone. Come in first place. But the elation that he'd feel for a good hour or two with a win like this was absent. It was won out by the anger and despair in his chest at having you so close but not looking at him. Not talking to him. Not touching him.
Ditching his helmet on his bike, he decided he'd had enough of your silent treatment, he deserved it sure. But Sukuna never really cared about what he deserved, he cared about what he wanted. And what he wanted was you, your words, your anger, your tears, your smiles, your laughs, your skin on his, your mouth on his. You.
He ignored everyone as he neared the group, he ignored anything they said or tried to say. He shoved passed Yuji, letting the kid stumble back into Choso, who caught his brother by the shoulder and glared at Sukuna, but didn't say anything. It probably had to do with the girl under Choso's arm. Sukuna's sister.
None of that mattered right now though. Because Sukuna didn't fucking care. His eyes were geared on you and his hands already grabbing at your wrists. You tugged away and swore something, said something with an indigent tone. Sukuna didn't hear anything. He pulled you, holding your body close to his as he cut a path towards the towering building that hosted the plethora of shit that had to do with Motocross, including his dressing room.
He shoved you into the room, locking the door behind him before charging across to you where you pushed yourself into the wall.
"Sukuna," You started but he cut you off. Anything you had to say didn't matter. What mattered was that you understood that he was at his wits end with you, and that his emotions were bubbling over in a flurry of anger and lack of control and patience.
"No." He said, just before he pressed a harsh kiss onto your lips, his mouth moving against yours coaxing you to move with him, to open your mouth to him.
You gripped the front of his uniform and pushed him back.
"Fuck you." You swore, your eyes alight with anger of your own.
"You can," Sukuna replied and kissed you again. Again you pushed him back, this time shoving him harder forcing him to take a step back, you slipped out from his hold.
Sukuna quickly spun around and grabbed you again, his arm lopping your waist, stopping you from leaving.
"Listen to me." He tried again, his fingers circling into your top.
"You're not talking. Besides I doubt you have anything to say."
"It was a bet." He started and you snorted. Sukuna narrowed his eyes at your reaction, he expected it but it still bothered him. He turned his head into your hair and sought out your ear, quickly pulling the lobe into his mouth and nipping at the soft skin.
You gasped, turned around and shoved him off of you.
"It was a bet, but does it matter?" He asked, letting you take a step away from him. He didn't care to sound eloquent or soft. He just had to get it out. "Does it matter if by the end everything I said was true? I fucking meant it."
"Why on earth would I believe you?" You asked. He didn't look away from you, his fingers flexed at his side. Everything was telling him to grab you and kiss you again. But he didn't.
"Why would I lie now?" Sukuna asked.
"Why wouldn't you?" You retaliated and turned away from him to leave. Sukuna's heart pounded in his chest as you walked out the door. He took a second but quickly followed you into the hall. His hands grabbed at you again pulling you back to him and then straight towards the wall.
He crowded you, pushing his face towards yours so that his forehead was resting against yours. You scowled up at him, twisting to get out of his hold.
"How can I prove it?" He asked, his voice filled with desperation. "Tell me. I'll do anything."
"Nothing." You answered. He let out a large breath from his nose, a deep ache settling into his chest.
"You're being difficult." He said, trying to keep his voice calm.
You snorted, "fuck off Sukuna."
"No." He kissed you again, you didn't kiss him back, not immediately, but he pressed into you tighter. the ridges of his body cutting into yours. Your head tilted up cradled in his hands delicately. His lips were light against yours, moving slowly asking you to move with him. Slowly you did, your hands curled around his wrists as you let him kiss you. As you kissed him back.
He groaned against your mouth before pulling away from you.
"Just listen to me." He said. You looked up at him, your eyes still showing your hesitation. "Please." The word was a breath, a soft plea.
Sukuna never said please. You faltered, and let him pull you back into the dressing room. He let you go, and you walked over to the small couch and sat down. He closed the door and locked it before turning to you his hands tucked into his pockets to keep from reach out to you.
"It was a bet, but it didn't stay a bet. You hang out with Yuji and Choso that's what prompted the bet anyway. it was hard to get you on that first date. Remember?" He paused, and you kept your eyes on him. "But it wasn't a bet when I took you on the second date, or the third or the fourth. Or when I kissed you, or when we had sex. Anything after asking you to go on that first date wasn't a bet anymore. Not to me."
"Were you ever going to tell me?" You asked.
"No."
"Okay." You got up again to leave. Sukuna watched you and didn't move from his spot. "I listened. Goodbye Sukuna," and you walked out. He didn't stop you this
time.
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Sukuna watched you from across the room. You were talking to Megumi, your face burrowed in his phone as you giggled at whatever he showed you.
Sukuna was a couple of drinks in and the booze was burning in his blood. He'd said what he could and you'd still walked away. He was angry.
Angry that you walked away. Angry that Yuji told you. Angry he took the bet. Angry that you were laughing at something Megumi was saying, that your hand was holding his bicep.
Somewhere in his head Sukuna was sure he shouldn't do what he was about to do. But he was drunk. He finished what he had in his cup in two large gulps and headed across the room.
His hand gripped the nape of your neck as he came upon you. His eyes glared at Megumi as he pulled you into his chest.
"No goodbye." He muttered and began to drag you down the hall, corralling you with his body.
"Fuck Sukuna, you can't do this again." You argued. But he wasn't listening. He pushed you into a room and slammed the door with his foot keeping you in his hold. His free hand cradled your jaw and pulled your head towards his. His fingers dug into your cheeks as he lowered his head so that his nose was brushing yours.
"You listened. Thanks. I didn't. fuck your goodbye." He said and kissed you before pushing you down onto the bed. You gasped quickly rising onto your hands to sit up but he was already pushing down onto you, his body pressing you into the mattress, his hands returning to your hair, his lips back on your skin. Pulling at your jaw, your neck, your collarbone.
He sensed your anger but he didn't care. You were melting under him and maybe the weed you'd had earlier was helping that. He didn't care.
"I messed up. But I refuse to mess up more and let you go." He muttered into your skin. "You're mine. Even if you think you're not. You are."
You gasped again when he took your nipple into his mouth through your top. He moaned against you, his hips grinding into yours.
"Your nipples were taunting me across the room." He muttered around your peaked bud, "You know how much I love your tits and you wore this shirt that I got you. Am I supposed to believe that's just coincidental?" He knew it wasn't. He was asking to taunt you.
You ground your hips up into his finally rubbing back up into his hard-on. He groaned and the heat gathered in his spine he was consumed by you, his pull on your hair tilting your head up as he angled his hips to grind against yours.
You were panting already, your skin heated under his. His cock was twitching with every shaky breath you took. He watched your face. Before letting go of your hair and sitting up on his heels.
"Look at me." He prompted, and your eyes fluttered open, your heated gaze landed on him and for a second his heart stopped in his chest.
"Be angry at me, be pissed, hate me. But do not for one second think that you're not mine. That at the end of the day, you don't end up under me. That you can leave. You are mine. Do you understand?" He kept his voice low and smooth as he spoke. His hands moved on your bare torso, pushing your top up so that your breasts were bare to him.
"Wishful thinking." You muttered, the anger still in your words. "Just cause I'm letting myself do this with you today doesn't mean I forgive you. Or that I'm yours."
Sukuna smiled down at you, your hips still moving against his hard cock, your cunt rubbing at him through your clothes. Sukuna gripped a tit, rubbing at the nipple with his thumb making your body shudder under his hand.
"Oh babe, I think that's exactly what it means." He said and grabbed for your pants moving your legs up so that he could get them off, he took your panties with them. Once they were off he chucked them onto the floor, your legs fell open as he slotted himself between your thighs.
His thumb dragged through your folds, stopping at your clit and pressing onto it. Your mouth fell open and your eyes stayed glued to his. He leaned over and let his other hand caress your face his thumb trailing your lip before settling at the corner of your mouth.
"Fuck me." You breathed, taking his thumb into your mouth. Sukuna's chest flooded with heat as he watched your suck on his thumb. His hand left your heat and pushed at his pants taking his cock out and letting the cock head pass through your heated folds.
"Condom." You breathed. Sukuna bit back a scowl, you hadn't used one before but he wouldn't push it tonight. He pulled away from you sitting back again as he pulled a condom from his pocket and put it on.
He lined himself up with you again and slowly pushed in. Your loud moan vibrated around in his head forcing him to drop his head back as he sank into you. Grabbing your hips tightly as he did.
Both of you said nothing as he began to rock into you, his cock stretching you with each deep and slow drag, your hands scrambled in the sheets as he gradually picked up his pace his eyes watching your tits bounce as he went at you harder and harder, until your eyes were rolled back and your breathing was stuttered with moans and whines. His name falling from your lips mixed with curses and pleads for him to touch your clit because he wasn't letting you do it yourself.
He pulled out of you pulling you up into a sitting position before pulling you into his lap as he sat down against the head bored. You sank down on him again, your head rolling back as you moaned, Sukuna grabbed at your hair pulling your head back further. His mouth hot around your nipple as he pulled it back into his mouth. You rode him, grounding your hips with his pulling moans from him that meddled with yours.
He conceded when you begged for him to touch you, his fingers drawing slow circles on your clit. He was getting close, the oppressive heat pushing at his body driving him to fuck up into you harder. Bite at your skin more aggressively. Dig his fingers into your skin until his fingers cramped.
You came a second before him, your body writhing into his your hands gripping at his hair pulling. All this triggered his own release, he came in the condom with a groan. His hips still stuttered up into yours as he worked through his orgasm. You whined at the stimulation, your head resting against his, your soft moans pushing his orgasm out until he was spent and panting into your skin.
"You're coming back with me." He said softly leaving no room for you to argue. You closed your eyes and settled against him for a second, not able to argue anyway.
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Hiya! Idk if you still take in smut prompts reqs buuut if you do could I request 24, 26, 27 with san? maybeee you're fwb and he gets jealous of you with another guy ohoho i would never look at any man other than you sansjdbedjdbd thank you!!!
a little jealousy - choi san
dude. my head is spinning for this fic and iâm so excited to write this kind of san ⊠mannnn
warnings: dom!mean!san, toxic relationship, rough sex, sub!reader, spitting, hairpulling, keeho appears and gets flirty, manhandling, possessive san, implied abandonment issues (san tells reader), jealousy!!!!!, throat fucking, guided masturbation, vein bulging, implied su!c!de, cnc!!, degradation, breeding kink! forced but willingly making reader swallow a dry plan b, etc. as always, lmk if i missed anything!
24. what would he say if he saw you on top of me losing your fucking mind hm?
26. the day you leave me is the day i slit my fuckinâ throat
27. canât you see youâre made for me?
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âyou canât be serious,â your friend drops her expression, waiting for your response.
âyes! iâm serious. i donât wanna go out tonight, i donât wanna deal with weird guys everywhere.â you used this as an excuse to see your âfriendâ san tonight, as he said heâd be home all day.
âbitch, go put something on, weâre going and itâs final.â you groan as you pull out a black midi body-con silk dress, the chest falling loosely onto your cleavage. you put on your black YSL heels with gold detailing, your hair and makeup done and curled.
you head out with your friend, arriving to the rather large club an hour away. this club was the talk of the town, owned by a man named Park Seonghwa. he owned multiple, this one being the largest. the music blares through the speakers, your skin glistening with body glitters and oils.
your friend shouts something and walks away, you assume sheâs grabbing drinks and a guy on her way. you walk over to the dance floor, in hopes that youâd see someone you knew. to your luck, you see a guy from your high school. you walk over to him and tap his arm to get his attention. he turns towards you as you catch him by surprise.
ây/n! hi! itâs been so long! how are you? howâs everything been?â he exclaims as he pulls you in for a hug.
the hand placement of his grazes your lower back as you only wrap one arm around his shoulders from underneath his arm. you hug back in a friendly remark, as his fingertips graze the upper part of your ass. âiâve been great, how have you been, kee?â
you smile in response to his loud voice. you know why heâs so touchy feely with youâ just not sure as to why and how you ran into him on a night like this. you knew you didnât want to be here.
âiâm great, you look beautiful, y/n. do you wanna come sit with me and my friends?â he leans to your height, shouting in your ear so youâd hear him well.
âsure! i donât know where my friend went.â
you follow keeho through the crowd of sweaty and drunk people, reaching the table everyone was seated at. itâs like youâre in high school again, seeing all the familiar faces.
ây/n! oh my god you look great! how are you?â mingi says. heâs grown into a handsome man, you wonât deny that. you conversate with the group, catching up and laughing with everyone. you find it weird now that you look back at itâ that all of your friends are guys.
as youâre sitting with keeho, the jokes he makes make your breath hitch, needing to catch yourself before you choke on your drink. you laugh up a storm with him, playfully slapping his leg by yours. he leans closer to your ear, whispering a bunch of nothings as you laugh even harder while your face turns a slight cherry red.
you open your eyes and across the dance floor, a black couch is planted against the wall. a man about 5â11â is seated with his legs slightly spread, watching you. you do a double take, noticing that he looks familiarâ almost too familiarâ that he looks like san.
the friend youâve been fucking behind everyoneâs back.
he watches you with his black button up and black straight leg slacks, a silver chain hiding underneath the flaps of his collar.
he leans his elbow onto his knees where his chin rests on his knuckles, watching the way your friends are getting handsy with you. youâve laughed a little too hard, and san doesnât like that.
you turn your attention back to keeho where heâs still laughing and talking about some girl he slept with last week.
âhey, iâm gonna go get a drink, see you later.â youâre still distracted by sanâs gaze, your knees already threatening to buckle. you manage to walk over to where san was, he walks out of the club as you follow wherever heâs headed to.
you both make it outside, his car already started and the passenger door already opened for you to get into.
âê°ìâ he speaks. though youâre not sure what it means, you use your pretty brain to understand that he wants you to get in the car.
âdonât wanna hear a word from you, understand?â
âh-how did you find me?â you manage. you were just told to not speak, but curiosity killed the cat.
âdid you not understand what i just said?â he stops the car, fully turning towards you. his black hair bounces when he shifts gears again, speeding through the highway.
âtake your phone out and tell your friend youâre not coming home tonight. tell her you feel sick.â he does not change expressions, nor does he turn his attention to you.
the rest of the car ride is silent until you reach his home. itâs a grey brick home, with long windows on each side of the door. it looks like a castle, but itâs a homey feel.
he unlocks the door, holding it open for you to get in.
what a gentleman.
âtake your clothes off. leave the heels on.â he says as heâs unbuttoning his blouse and throwing his shoes off. youâre well behind him, still struggling to unzip the dress. he notices your struggle, unzipping it himself and ripping it off.
âlook me in the face and tell me what was so funny. if you wanted to go to a comedy show so bad, you shouldâve just told me. didnât have to fuck around with random guys, did you?â
he grabs the back of your head through a fist full of your hair, your hands on each side of your hips. he tilts your head upwards, giving himself access to your neck, licking a stripe up to the middle of your collarbone and up to your chin. he inches closer to your lips then pulls away, not letting you kiss him.
âyou think you deserve to kiss me after you practically already fucked some other guy? listen to me, and listen carefully. i know you have issues darling, and maybe you donât hear it enough, but you belong to me.â he caresses your face, in a faux sympathetic manner, spitting venom into your skin.
âi donât understand whatâs gotten you so worked up, sannie. weâre not even dating, so why are you so jealous?â your eyes sparkle with lust, san feeding into the delusion that heâs your man and no one elseâs, even though heâs made it clear he doesnât do the whole âdating thingâ.
ââm not jealous, baby. i just donât like other people playing with my toys. donât you get upset when other kids play with your toys, darling?â his hand snakes its way under your bare chest, squeezing your tit as san tugs a moan out of you.
he kisses your jaw, moving up to your lips, finally kissing you the way you think you deserve. he moves his hand to snake its way around your throat, his tongue exploring various areas of your mouth.
âon your knees, right now, jagi.â its so fucking hot that he speaks two languages. it almost makes your panties pool with arousal. he hears you whimper as you get onto your bare knees, the backs of your gold heels poking your thighs.
ââm gonna fuck this tiny throat. if i hear a word, youâre not cumming at all. iâll cum in you all night and wonât let you do the same. am i clear?â he fists your hair into his large hand, forcing you to look up at him when he speaks. he looks fucked out already, as you do so yourself.
not-so-innocently, you agree to his command, mouth already falling open, ready to take him into your throat. you bob your head up and down slowly, releasing with a pop then spitting onto the base of his cock to make it easier for you to suck.
he never fails to surprise you with his size. you use your right hand to support you in getting him to reach his first high of the night, sucking and swallowing all of the spit and precum on his length.
âyeah, fucking hell. doing so good fâ me. you fucking belong to me. never wanna see you leave.â he bucks his hips into your mouth as you threaten to whine out in response. before he can reach his orgasm, he pulls you back up by your jaw to kiss you open mouthed-ly.
âlay back and spread those pretty thighs for me.â he stands at the edge of the bed, watching the way your pussy already throbs with need, desperate to have him inside already. your walls gush with desperation for sanâs veins running against your walls.
his fingers graze softly over the inside of your thigh as he lifts your leg to easily access into your hole. he slaps the tip onto your clit a couple of times, earning gasps and pleas from you. after moments of teasing you, he gives in and immediately pounds into your sopping cunt.
âwanna hurt you in the best fucking way possible. never wanna see you laughing with another guy again. it hurts me,â he groans as he slowly strokes himself into you,
âthe day you leave me is the day i slit my throat. iâm fucking crazy for you, y/n. donât you understand? canât you see youâre made for me?â
you moan in response, his words sending an electric wave through your core, already cumming around his length. he feels you clenching around his cock as his eyes threaten to roll to the back of his head. his stomach tightens as he tries to balance himself with not cumming and making you cum over and over again, his abs making your head spin.
âs-san, fuckin- itâs too much.â you gasp. youâre so overstimulated from your countless orgasms, you think youâll start crying.
âitâs not. donât make me stop.â he pounds into you furiously, making you cry out for him to stop, though you never want him to.
he flips the two of you over, making your legs shake and your arms weak as you have to balance yourself this time.
ârub that pussy, fuckkkk, just like that. watch me fuck you stupid. make sure you know who the fuck you belong to, howâs that?â he groans as he spreads his legs to balance himself as he fucks up into you. you fail to rub your clit, too overwhelmed by the pleasure that san is building in your cervix.
tears run down your face as a sign of overstimulating yourself, san moving up to lick them off your face. laying back down, he pounds up into you almost too fast you start seeing stars.
âlook at you, fuckinâ stupid whore. what would he say if he saw you on top of me losing your fucking mind hm? what would he say? enlighten me, darling. would he think youâre a whore?â he stills his thrusts, burying himself deep in your uterus.
âiâm not- iâm not a whore!â you cry out.
âoh, but yes you are. you say youâre not but here you are, fucking a married man and crying over some dick. what does that say about you?â you feel like heâs gaslighting you, but heâs completely right. you should be ashamed of yourself, but youâre getting off knowing that you make san crazy.
âth-that iâm a whore.â you admit.
âlook at that, your brain works!â he smirks as he twitches into your cervix, almost cumming in your stomach.
âsan! pull out, you canât cum in m-me!â you beg. you donât want him to cum in you. youâre not ready for anything at all.
âgonna fill you up, cus thatâs what i do to sluts. i knock them up and never fuckinâ see them again. want me to show you how much of a slut you are?â
ân-no! fuck, please pull out. let me go!â you beg. youâre so scared but so turned on by it, not even thinking of using a safe word right now.
you feel his hips still, his cock twitching in you as he empties himself in you. he pulls out after a few seconds, reaching for his nightstand. he takes out a plan B box, making you dry swallow the pill.
âthe next time you wanna fuck around with random guys, think about the consequences, darling. i watch every move you make.â
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PLSSS I BEG OF U COVE HOLDEN X FEM!READER NEWLY MARRIED AND R JUST SO LOVEY DOVEY AND CANT GET ENOUGH OF EACH OTHER let me stop with the caps anyway as i was saying newly married cove and fem!reader on their honey moon to (insert place with nice oceans and views but you can take them anywhere you want) and theyâre just sooo IN LOVE ITS DISGUSTING HOW IN LOVE THEY ARE you can add spice and intimacy if u want đ€·đŸâ€ïžâŒïž
IM SO SORRY I TOOK SO LONG TO WRITE THIS ITS BEEN SITTING IN THE DRAFTS FOREVER.... im gonna blame it on my demon cat, its his fault he always wants to play outside i wanted a cat not a dog wtf !!!!! anyway here you go anon i loved writing this sm bc i have been thinking abt honeymoon hcs for awhile mmm<3333 also i jus wanna say cove is very much a "grabs your stomachs n prbly shakes it" man, like yk how your boyfriend is always grabbing your stomach idk at first i thought it was weird like "wtf is he grabbing your stomach n shaking it" but now i know. n cove does it ok i wont explain it but he also rubs anywhere, hes tracing your body n making shapes w his fingers on you, hes just so TOUCHY eta: I JUST REALIZED THIS LIKE 70% SMUT BUT UM.... ANYWAY đđi hope you like it anyway, also added a hc's i forgot at the v bottom <3333
tags : fluff, step 4/wedding dlc, fem/afab reader (could be okay for masc/amab/nb readers as well if you ignore cove calling you 'wife' once), buff tatted cove, headcanons at the very bottom below the nsfw
+ NSFW (at the bottom), fem/afab reader, rough raw sex, creampie, missionary, v horny cove <3
perhaps i should make a part 2 with all the times n places cove fucks you during your honeymoon, mmm thats a good idea write that down write that down
synopsis : you and cove on your honeymoon to the bahamas !!
surprise to literally no one, you two pick the Bahamas for your honeymoon
it wasn't a hard pick. it was just a matter of where had the nicest views, open hotels, and safest locations, and with how cove got more starry-eyed with each solidified detail, the Bahamas was your destination.
if it wasn't for the fact that you just had an eventful wedding full of love from friends and family, plus the plane trip, cove would've dropped everything and ran for the glittering water.
once you're checked in and changed from your flight clothes into something a bit more dressy but comfortable, you and cove make your way for some much anticipated dinner.
when you're seated, the silence between you two is so easy and filled by the bustle of the restaurant.
across from you, cove is watching you with his chin hiked atop his clasped fingers, easily looking like a puppy.
"what? what're you staring at?" you laugh, taking a dip if your drink to uselessly wash away your fluster at your husband's blatant staring.
cove already has a rosy tint to his cheeks and if he was younger cove would've caught fire at being caught staring. instead he just grinned cheerily and happily, with a gaze of a man sick with love. "just admiring my wife."
you can't help but tuck your head a bit, flustered by his direct compliment. God you're in for a long marriage.
thank god, you think distantly.. a lifetime of being flustered by each other no matter how long you're together doesn't sound to bad at all.
while you're eating, you two respond to your family blowing up the "[Last] - Holden family" group chat, that was so courteously made by your snickering sister and cousin leading up to your wedding.
after a lovely dinner (only after you reassured cove that you had a few days to try out everything on the menu before the trip was over) you two took a well deserved nap together with cove tucked into your neck and your fingers in his hair. <3
okay listen... would it be bad to say you planned your wedding around your honeymoon
there's a reason!!!
i imagine you and cove (mostly cove) wanted to rent a house on the beach, or at least close to it, but i imagine its hard to snag one so once you finally got a place the wedding just fell around it
while you're in the bedroom sleeping, recovering and recharging, cove still gets up early to go play around on the beach.
not without a fight though!
when he wakes up the sky is still navy, and he flips over, feeling antsy to start the day and your activities.
but there you are, laying next to him in one of his shirts that you've stolen and your face is still scrunched up a bit from cove's movement which makes him settle down.
cove reaches to stroke your cheek, running his hand over your hair and he admires the way your face relaxes from the touch...
he feels like kicking and screaming right now, now looking at his ring(s) and remembering that you're married and you're his and he's yours and...
he's going to bawl his eyes out again.
so instead of crying and watching you until you wake up, which definitely won't be for another hour or more at least, he slowly untangles himself from you and the sheets.
it kills him a bit to do so, wanting nothing more than to be close to you every second of the day but he also wants to make you feel special today. he also can't stay in bed that long, he's too much of a busybody to do that..
so when you finally wake up, after much struggle and a lot of stretching, you drag yourself from the bed and tame your wild hair before you find your husband.
cove is leaning on the porch overlooking the beach, a random song playing lowly on the radio that you left on last night.
he whips around when you tug open the sliding door and abandons his orange juice to pull you into his arms and cove's rocking you two back n forth, kissing your jaw and cheek and he's holding your hand and compliments you.
"you look so pretty..."
"nice ring, your husband is really lucky." he says it with a smirk and you both laugh.
when he finally snaps out of his daze, totally bewitched by the warmth of the sun, view of the beach accompanied by the sound of waves and the way you lean into him had cove in a trance.
he leads you over to the kitchen where he insists you sit and watch while he makes breakfast.
in the end, you do end up spending most the day at the beach house. so when lee shoots a series of text asking about your day and if you did anything, you respond with a picture of you two buried in the blankets and a christmas hallmark movie on the TV, you laugh at her spam about how you should be enjoying the sand and waves instead of a out of season movie and respond with a meme.
the next day you spend a lot of it outside, and i even imagine you rent a boat to take out for the day or smth like that and it reminds you of when lee took you all out on a boat, but this time it was just the 2 of you
let me just say.. everyone even 5 miles away can tell you're on your honeymoon
cove is always looking at you
whether its to see how you react to a good joke
or you're telling a story and he's watching in admiration at your mannerisms while you speak
or you're at the booth ordering ice cream for the both of you
or even better, he's trying his best to capture you imagine as you walk back to him, squeezing out your slip/coverup that blew away and you laugh at him for capturing this moment instead of helping you.
"stop laughing! haha, it's not funny! *swats at him with the coverup* im taking your shirt to cover up with!"
many many pictures and videos of your honeymoon. they're mostly of you
or your shared favorite:
you're on top of cove and his eyes are closed so he doesn't notice you're recording him.
"you've gotten more tan. y'know that reminds me of when we were kids, you had such bad tan lines!" you laugh, the camera shaking.
he squints at you, squeezing your hips when he realizes you're recording him. "i did not."
"you did, i saw it. you had different tan lines from your shorts!" you tease loudly and giggle, thinking about the varying darkness of teenage-cove's tan lines because of how some of his swim shorts and pants hung lower than the other bottoms he'd wear.
cove jumps up a bit, laughing as he sputtered. "you saw that?!"
"yeah! you were the one with your v-line hanging out all the time, mister "i don't like wearing layers'!"
his look is full of love, and so is cove's hands running up and down your hips and back. but he's still smug when he says it and the wide smirk on his face makes you wanna kiss it off him.
"well you were the one looking, i didn't hear any complaints.."
you hit his shoulder, "you're so smug, you brat!", the camera shaking from your laughter.
cove is very handsy during this time
something about being married now has him seeking you out and keeping some form of contact between you
whether its holding hands, locking arms, or kissing you in public
he's always pulling you into him, wrapping a arm around your waist...
but when you're at the beach house.. well i hope you keep the curtains closed for the most part especially in the bedroom because clothes are pretty optional/limited during your honeymoon
usually cove's sex drive is pretty average, or low (i feel like at this point his drive matches yours but it's always a little lower depending on how high yours is, but thats for a different post okok)
so it surprises you how.. horny he is
he surprises himself too honestly
but he just wants to be close to you so bad!
you look so beautiful, and so happy... and now you're married and its like when he was a teenager all over again
the sun is coming through the windows, warming up your naked back.
you hum, enjoying the warmth and you feel the bed shift and now there's lips on your forehead, and cove's hand is running up and down your spine, rubbing soothingly across your shoulders.
"g'morning, y/n..." cove's gravely voice sends a shiver down your spine. "mmm, hi.." you tilt your head to the side, letting him kiss your cheek and the back of your neck.
you peak at him, still sleepy but enjoying the warmth and attention. you try to stretch your body, stretching out your legs and with how cove is leaned over you, your butt brushes against him and makes him gasp, his fingers squeezing your shoulder reflexively.
"at least let me brush my teeth..." you laugh, sitting up and after a second of looking at your clothes on the floor, you grab the robe on the chair beside you and lazily wrap it around you and shuffle to the bathroom.
cove is looking at you, you can feel his gaze and the second you disappear behind the door you hear him shuffling around before he comes behind you, dressed in nothing. cove didn't walk around naked often, only if he was walking around your bedroom finding his clothes for the day, but man was it a treat.
he wraps his arms around you, his hand rubbing your stomach and the other is wandering.
"c'mere..." you mumble, grabbing cove's toothbrush and sitting on the counter to brush his teeth for him. he lets you, and you laugh throughout the process because its a funny thing to do but you get through it and he spits in the other sink beside you before he picks you up and carries you back to bed.
on your way back to the bed, your lips find his shoulder and you add onto the array of marks already bloomed on his neck.
cove lays you down on the bed, shuffling your bodies closer to the pillows, tugging off your robe as you fumble around and throwing it somewhere. you're definitely making him clean up the room after this, but first..
you bring him in, letting your tongues tangle together and cove stretches his arm, looking for the lube and a rubber.
"ah-" cove sits up, and he looks back at you sheepishly. "there's no more.. um..."
you grin, already looking forward to cove's reaction. "that's okay. just fuck me raw, won't be the last time. right, covey?" you tangle your fingers in the sheets and get comfortable while you watch it sink in.
it isn't the first time, but fuck it always turns cove on and it makes him impossibly horny.
cove curses and he moves down, pushing your legs up and he kisses your inner thighs, sucking on the skin very close to your cunt that his cheek brushes against you and you whine, your hands finding his hair.
cove teases you a bit more, but he's teasing himself too so his mouth happily finds your cunt, grinning at the way you jump when his tongue runs over your sensitive clit.
even though cove ran a pleasurable train over you last night, your cunt sensitive but still pulsing with need.
your leg is shaking in cove's hold, his hand holding up one of your legs to give him easy access to your wet cunt but he happily lets your other leg shake on his shoulder, your foot bumping against his side and toes curling as he thrusts his tongue in and out your twitching insides.
he kept tongue-fucking you, his thumb petting your clit and he mumbled praises against your cunt as you came, your slick pooling on his tongue.
you buried your face in the pillow, always left twitching after cove sucks your soul from your body. you peak at cove spreading the lube on your sexes, lining himself up and sinking into you.
"ah fuck..."
cove looks so attractive like this, sunlight streaming in through the sheer curtains and leaned over you, shaded by the broad expanse of his torso and caged between his arms.
"cove!" your nails dig into his shoulders, your mouth falling open with a sharp moan when cove snaps his hips, burying himself inside you.
cove tucks his head into your shoulder, both of you panting and pulling each other closer even though the air between you two is balmy and hot.
"i'm gonna move..." cove kisses your jaw, tearing himself away from you to show you his flushed face. you whine when cove picks up your lower body, stuffing a pillow under you and the movement makes his tip bump your insides.
cove throws your legs over his shoulders and grips your hips in his hands, kissing your ankle that has your anklet hanging on it.
you throw your head back and moan loudly, cove starting a rough pace from the beginning.
you're so sensitive from last night, and cove abusing your insides again has tears coming to your eyes. "oh fuck! please, cove-"
you reach for him and cove offers his hand and intertwines it with yours. you don't know exactly what you're asking for, for him to be more gentle? a kiss? for cove to fuck you harder?
you just want more of him, to be closer, to be one with him...
"its okay, that's it.. good girl." cove shushes you, putting his free hand by your head to lean over you, your legs almost flush with your chest as cove practically mounts you.
something about the sharpness of cove's eyes and his flushed face makes you want to mess with him, so you bring his hand up to your mouth, wrapping your fingers around his tattooed wrist and sucking on his middle and ring finger.
cove groans, watching the way your tongue slides around his wedding band(s). "you.." cove pushes on your tongue, thrusting his hips up to bump against the spongy spot deep inside your cunt.
your eyes roll into the back of your head when cove picks up the pace again, his hips rolling back and slamming against your butt hard, making your body bounce, pushing his cock deeper against your walls.
while you're moaning and crying out so sweetly, cove squeeze's his hand between your bodies to rub your clit, the proximity of your bodies not leaving much room for anything more than tight circles against the poor sensitive nub.
"cove.." you huff, feeling your cunt gush more slick and adding to the wet, loud squelching. "cove, kiss me, please. oh fuck- oh fu-" cove's lips cut off your mindless babbles, muffling yours and his loud moans as he fucks you with shallow thrusts.
he breaks apart, panting and stealing small kisses in between his sentence. "i'm- *kiss* oh god- i'm gonna *kiss, kiss* cum.."
you whimper and hook your shaking leg around cove's back, the overstimulation makes you want to pull away but you're so close and you want cove to make you cum, and to finish with you. to finish inside you.
"cum inside!" your nails scratch down his back. "please, cum, cum inside-"
cove whines into your neck, the rhythm of his thrusts falling apart as he comes closer to finishing. he rubs faster circles on your clit, and when your fingers drag down his back as you cum, cove's hips push your body deeper into the bed as he fills your cunt with his thick cum.
he leans lifelessly over your body, panting into your neck and pressing kisses into your shoulder as he sits up to give you a kiss.
"i'll..i'll run us a bath, okay?" cove smiles dozily, stroking your hips. you blink, trying to regain your vision from your orgasm.
"and carrying me to the bath!" cove nods at that, accepting the fact he's basically rendered your legs useless for the morning. "and you're making breakfast too." you grin at him. "its punishment."
cove kisses your cheeks. "mm, trying out new methods?" cove teases.
you smack his arm and push him away, breath hitching when he pulls out.
cove watches out his cum starts to leak from your poor, twitching cunt and before he can get any bright ideas you put your foot on his shoulder and nudge him. "stop looking!" you tug the sheets over you and cove gets up with a sheepish laugh. "okay, okay!"
is very very whipped for you
does anything n everything you ask the whole trip
when he goes out and it comes up somehow, he'll tell anyone and everyone he's on his honeymoon w his lovely spouse <3
if you do any underwater activities like snorkeling or smth, you're holding hands underwater <333
yes you hold hands everywhere you go, he's so in love with you he just has to be close to you
if you're not holding hands than he's trailing very close behind you or you're at least wearing his shirt
MATCHING OUTFITS
every young person is ither inspired by your relationship or is sick of seeing you at the beach, go HOME
the old people love you and talk your ear off in the middle of the store, telling you stories of their marriages and tips on how to have a long happy marriage
when you tell them you're childhood friends/lovers though they laugh and tell you you already have it down then since you've known each other so long!
when you finally get on the plane to go home, i hope you rmbr to get some foundation or at least tell cove to wear his hair down and a t-shirt instead of a tank top because his neck and back/shoulders are Marked Up
liz and lee tease you about how glowy and refreshed you look <3
cove is very flustered if any of your friends or family see any marks or scratches
or even worse if someone asks if you had a good wedding night, etec
if you want to have kids n give birth, liz also jokes that shes too young to be a grandma for real (you sputter n tell her you and cove arent her kids n shes exaggerating!!)
#our life beginnings and always#our life: beginnings & always#cove holden#olba#cove holden x reader#cove x mc#cove x reader#cove our life#our life cove#our life#cove holden x mc smut#cove holden smut#smut#cove holden x mc
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Don't hide from me || Logan Howlett x Reader
summary: You get hurt on a mission and hide it from Logan. Safe to say he is not happy with you.
warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, talk of violence, blood, and injury
wc: 3k
a/n: Hi guys, tw for pet death but we had to put my childhood dog to sleep today. He was 16 and he had a good life but it's rough. Writing has always helped me so I just sat down and wrote today. I'm always a sucker for this kind of trope and I also have trouble asking for help so this was born. Idk if I like the ending but I always struggle with those so oopsie
This was not how you imagined your first mission to go. You had assumed it would be easy, boring in fact. It was supposed to be boring. Maybe a little fighting here or there but nothing serious.
Well you were sorely mistaken. Your hand puts pressure on your side as you lean against a tree. The rough bark digging into the cuts on your suit. You wince as you look down to see a massive gash right in your stomach.
"Fuck." Your breath is labored as you slowly slide down the tree. You don't heal like some of the other mutants can. In fact your powers were relatively tame compared to others but you were still an asset to the team.
You had been training for months and months. Learning to control your sparks into blasts of energy and manipulate the electricity around you. You had never been more excited to receive your suit. Handed to you by Logan himself after your final training day.
The proud look on his face made your whole body fill with butterflies. Logan had been your biggest help. He was a very distracting teacher though due to the fact that he's your boyfriend too but if anything that made him push you harder.
"Come on sweetheart, you need to do better than that." He says with a smirk. He's barely broken a sweat while you've been giving it a hundred and ten percent.
"Fuck off." You huff as you lay down on the mat. Body exhausted from the hours of training.
"You're getting better. Just need to keep working." He steps over you, bending down and holding out his hand.
"One more time and we're done." He helps you up and kisses your forehead. Walking back to his spot he raises his arms and braces himself.
"Hit me." Taking a deep breath you channel all your power to your fingertips. Feeling the jolts of power start to form. With all your strength you fire right at Logan. To your surprise it hits him square in the chest and sends him flying into the wall.
"Logan!" You run over to him but he's already up by the time you make it. A big smile on his face as he wraps his arms around you. A burst of pride in your chest as he kisses you sweetly.
"I knew you could do it."
It made it even sweeter when you were finally deemed ready to join them. You were ready. You wanted to prove to all of them that you could do it but most of all you wanted to show Logan.
Show him that all his extra training helped and that you were strong and you could do this on your own. He had always shown a slight worry about you joining the team. He says it's because he's worried and protective but a small part of your brain tells you it's because he thinks you can't do it. That you're not ready.
So this. Well it almost felt embarrassing. The mission was nothing new to the rest of the team but to you it was overwhelming. Fighting with everything you had and sometimes it felt like it wasnât enough. You took out soldier after soldier but they kept coming. But you were fine. You never asked for backup. Convincing yourself that you could do this. Thinking back to all your long days in the simulation and wiping away any doubt that lingered in your head.
Logan had left your side early on much to his reluctance so you were on your own. You were too focused on the guy in front of you that you didn't notice the man sneaking behind you. You cried out in pain as he dug his knife into your side.
Without thinking you blast him far away, taking out the guy in front of you too. Pure adrenaline courses through you as you run to safety. Now you're here, the sounds of fighting still rage on behind you. Blood is seeping onto your hand at a faster rate than normal.
"Okay. Okay. Okay okay." Sorry Professor but you'll fix your suit later. Your sleeve was already torn so you tear the rest as much of it as you can off. Turning it into one long strip of fabric. You unzip the top of your suit to get to the wound. They briefly taught you how to patch up injuries more akin to scratches not stab wounds. You tie the fabric tightly around your waist. You groan as the pressure shoots a sharp pain through your body. The sounds of fighting were dying down.
You know you should tell someone but the last thing you wanted was to be taken off the team after your first mission. You wanted to make them proud. You loved being on the team.
The injury isn't that bad, if you could just make it back to the mansion you would be fine. Patch it up with the right material and then sleep it off. Thank god you and Logan didn't share a room. Fuck. Logan. He was going to kill you but what he didn't know won't hurt him.
Just this once.
Zipping up your suit again you take a few deep breaths to calm yourself. Just make it back to the mansion. You walk as best you can back to the jet. Your limping, favoring your non injured side and it's incredibly obvious. Still you put a smile on your face. The team clocks your ripped sleeve immediately. Logan scowls as you get closer making you shiver. Or maybe that was from the blood loss.
"So how was that for your first mission?" Scott beams as he walks over to you. He slaps his hand onto your shoulder and you wince.
"Good. Is it always like this?" He notices something's off but doesn't say anything. Instead he keeps his hand on your shoulder as he guides you back to the jet.
"You alright Sparks? What happened to your suit." He asks when you get closer.
"Long story, some guy ripped it and when I ran to the forest it got caught and just. tore away." You lie right through your teeth.
"Don't worry we'll fix it when we get back." Ororo smiles and you thank god they bought it. Well almost everyone bought it.
As you head up the ramp you feel a hand on your side. Your whole body tenses as pain shoots through your side. You bite your lip hard to keep yourself from screaming. You recognize the hand as Logan's as his wide chest bumps against your back.
"You alright sweetheart?" He asks, a skeptical look on his face as you wave his hand off.
"Yeah, just really tired." You sigh as you sit in a chair.
Some relief spreads through your body as you subtly press the arm of the chair into your side. Putting more pressure as you feel the blood soak through your makeshift bandage. He narrows his eyes as he inspects you like an animal. Your heart picks up as he places both hands on either arm rest, caging you in as he leans close.
"What are you doing?" You shrink under his intense look. He sniffs and a low growl emits from his throat.
"I smell blood. Somethings wrong." Fuck. He's caught you. The rest of the team starts to file back in.
"Yeah there's blood on everyone's suit, there's blood on you." You mumble as an excuse.
"Down boy, we're taking off so take a seat." Scott says. Logan stays put for just a moment longer before he finally backs off, flipping Scott the middle claw as he takes the seat behind you.
You can feel his eyes burning in the back of your head the whole flight home. You were sweating, body on fire as you focused on your breathing. The pain was getting worse and you wanted to cry for help. But you were determined to prove yourself here.
Your brain wasn't exactly working right either. Too focused on not throwing up to think logically. Finally the jet lands. You're so close. Just a little longer. Logan moves to go right back to your side but gets pulled away. You can vaguely hear him telling someone to fuck off as you stumble out of the jet.
You feel like a zombie as you walk back to your room. Stomach growing sick as you struggle to stay awake. Sweat pours down your face, body screaming for help as you barely make it to your room. Your vision goes in and out. The darkness calling to you as you swing open your door. That sounds nice, you can just close your eyes and sleep. Yeah. Then you can fix yourself up. Your vision goes black. The last thing you remember is someone yelling your name.
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The first thing you notice when you come back to consciousness is how much your body hurts. The second thing was the hand that was holding yours tightly. Clearly you weren't in your room anymore. This bed is too uncomfortable and it smells too much like antiseptic.
The lab. You were in a hospital bed in the lab which means that someone found you which can only mean that Logan knew and you were in so much trouble. Maybe if you keep your eyes closed you can just go back to sleep. The urge to avoid the consequences of your actions was strong but you knew you couldn't. You lied and now you have to deal with it.
Surprisingly it's dim when you open your eyes. The ugly florescent lighting was off in favor of a few candles and a soft lamp. The hand holding yours twitched, holding you tighter. Looking to your side you see Logan laying his head on the bed. Guilt seeps into your soul when you see him there.
"Glad to see you awake." A soft voice says from the door.
"Jean." You sheepishly say. She flicks on the lights and you squint your eyes at the bright light.
"You're lucky that Logan found you when he did." Her voice is gentle but there's anger hidden behind it.
"I'm sorry. I thought." You sigh and look at Logan who was still sleeping.
"I thought I could handle it. I just wanted to be one of you guys." "You already were one of us, but we're just glad you're okay." She checks your vitals once more in silence.
"Am I in trouble?" You ask nervously.
"Yes." Another voice makes your heart jump, the monitor picking it up with a massive spike.
"Logan honey I-" He holds up his hand and silently asks Jean to leave. She gives you one last smile before leaving the two of you alone.
"Don't. Don't you dare." You shrink into the bed as speaks.
"What the hell were you thinking?"
"I-"
"Hiding a fucking stab wound? For what? Exactly what did you think would happen here!" He raises his voice and you look down in shame.
"You are benched. Permanently." He growls, standing up and storming towards the door.
"What! Logan you can't do that."
"Fuck yes I can. Do you understand how stupid it was for you to hide an injury like that? How irresponsible you were!"
"I thought I could handle it!" The machines near you started to go haywire as you yelled back.
"I thought you were dead!" You go silent as the anger fades, he clenches his fists tightly.
"I smelled the blood and I knew something was wrong. The whole time I knew it. There was a trail of blood to your room and I ran and ran and when I finally got there." He pauses. Not even wanting to say the next thought.
"I'm sorry." You whisper.
You reach out for him but he just stares at you. A painful expression on his face as his eyes zero in on the prominent scar on your side. He shakes his head, turning away and walking out the door.
"Logan please." You beg for him to come back but he doesn't.
The lab is silent and lonely. Jean comes back to check on you, comforting you as you silently cry. All you want is for Logan to come back but he never did.
At least not while you were awake. In the mornings there were traces of Logan. His jacket is left on your bed the one you always steal to cuddle with. Snacks are waiting by your table. Little things to show you had still been there. Just not when you were awake.
It was only a couple days later that you were finally discharged. The Professor had called you to his office, letting you know that you were benched until you had fully recovered and you nodded in understanding. You can feel the stares of the rest of the mansion on you as you walk back to your room.
You've apologized over and over to the team and they welcomed you back with open arms. Begging you to never scare them like that again. Your mind wanders and your feet seem to think on their own as you find yourself in front of Logan's door.
All you want is for him to hold you and to tell you it's okay. Before you can knock on the door it swings open. There he stands in all his glory. He stares at you for a moment before pulling you into a hug. It takes you by surprise but you hug him back tighter. You wince as he pushes a little too hard on your side and he lets go instantly. You don't want to let go, he's been gone for days and you need him.
"I'm here to apologize." You say.
"I'm sorry for not saying anything. I was afraid that you would think I'm weak." It hurts to admit but he needs to know the truth. Asking for help has never been your strong suit.
"That I wasn't strong enough and all I wanted was to prove to you that I could do it. I wanted you to be proud of me." You wait for any response but all he does is look at you. Silently he guides you to his bed. Wrapping a blanket around your shoulders that smells like him.
"When I found you, you weren't moving. There was so much blood. You were barely breathing." He shivers at the memory.
He doesn't think he'll ever get the smell of your blood and the sight of you sprawled out on the ground out of his mind. It's burned there. Every time he closes his eyes he sees it. He ran through the mansion. Begging for help with you in his arms.
They kicked him out once he brought you to the lab. He was close to breaking down the damn doors. He had super strength and a raging healing factor but he'd never felt so powerless before. When they finally let him back in he rushed to the bed. He never left your side. Watching and waiting for you to wake up. Begging you to wake up.
Was this his fault? If he had been by your side would he have been able to help? Or is this just the price of this life. To be a mutant and having to fight just to live. Losing you was not an option but it was becoming a reality he had to accept was possible.
"I'm always proud of you. Doesn't matter what you do. I'm always proud." You tug on his tank top and pull him close.
Kissing him with a soft passion, a desire, an apology. He carefully lowers you down to the bed. He lays you on your side as he deepens the kiss, hand ghosting over the scar as he tangles his limbs with yours.
"I'm so sorry Logan." You bury your head in his chest.
It feels so good to be by his side again. He tilts your head up to look at him. He grows serious as he brushes your cheek gently. You're alive but there's still a horrible worry inside of him. Though he doesn't think that will ever go away. Not as long as he loves you and he's never going to stop doing that.
"Don't ever do something like this again. I'm serious sweetheart, I can't lose you."
"You won't." You can't promise him that. Not at all. Bad things happen to those he loves but he'll be damned if he lets anything happen to you. You yawn and cuddle closer to his side.
"How can I still be so tired after sleeping for so long?"
"You really hurt yourself sweetheart," He glances at your side. Knowing that under the blanket was a scar that would never fade. A constant reminder of his own failure to protect you.
"I'm sorry for leaving," He knows it was a dick move to leave has he had done but he couldn't take it. He was so angry. So afraid.
"Just don't leave me again." You say sleepily. His arms wrap around you, his hand rubbing your back soothingly until you fall asleep. He watches you for a while. Not tired himself but keeping his promise of staying with you.
"I was so scared," He admits to no one but himself.
He rests his chin on your head. The sound of your heartbeat echoes in his ears. The sweet reminder that you're okay. He closes his eyes as the nightmares in his mind return. Seeing your lifeless body. The blood. All of it. He tries to shake them away but the thoughts still linger.
"Please, don't leave me. I love you too much to let you go." He whispers his plea to himself, to you, to whoever is listening.
He kisses the top of your head and you smile in your sleep. The comfort of Logan reaching your dreams. That's good enough for him, as long as you're okay. That's all he needs.
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lies | ino takuma
tags: angry (argument) sex, intruder role play, unprotected sex, sorcerer ino/non-sorcerer girlfriend, degradation kink, soft ending, not beta read.
authors note: @p00pdev1l jazz i meant to send this to you on asks and then it got super long but i swoon at the thought of being inoâs non- sorcerer gf idk thereâs something about it didbdksjsksj. ive not uploaded any writing for so long bc thereâs sm different ways and things i want to write and idk how to start idkâŠthis lowkey is it i suppose. i miss writing hehe been so busy but yeh ENJOY MY DEPRAVITY.
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You love your life with Ino, and he loves his life with you. No matter what a curse throws at him, he knows as soon as he sees you at the end of the day that itâll all be worth it.
But itâs one night that he comes home especially roughed upâŠ
Youâre watching TV, but you hear him shuffling into your apartment, carefully locking up behind him, taking off his shoes. âHello pretty girl,â he murmurs, voice almost hoarse. He leans over you to kiss your forehead. âI'm off to bed, you should tooâŠâ
Youâre tired of the whispering phone calls, the leaving you to run away god knows where in the middle of dinner, youâre sick of not being able to tell your friends what Ino does exactly?
All these lies, all this mystery. You call him out on it and it leads to a fightâŠ
Itâs your sharp, âIâve been waiting up for you,â that hits him right in the gut.
âBaby, I tell you not to.â
âTell me?â
âi meant ask, baby,â his voice lowers, almost breaking from exhaustion. He's so close to snapping. Too close.âI mean askâso-please, not now.â
His usually sunny demeanour is all gone. Heâs working so hard for the recognition of so many people, you being one of them. He wants to be good enough, he wants to exorcise as many curses as he can. He has his own goals, his own vision of the future he wants you in. But heâs so fucking exhausted right now.
Heâs not usually like this, heâs usually so reactive itâs almost unbearable. So you push and push.
âI don't even know what you do. What kind of guy are you? Who have I been dating-â
âWhat. What did you just say?â
You blink twice.
Heâs never raised his voice at you like this before. Itâs not that it scares you but it ignites something in you, stroking something dark and shameful.
He cages you against the wall, glaring at you. He smells like Ino, looks like Ino, caramel hair tousled and tucked behind each ear. As usual, so devastatingly, boyishly handsome, but his energy is sharper, his grin gone.
âTelling me you donât know who I am? Huh? Then why the fuck do you let me inside you every night when I come home? If Iâm so bad? If Iâm this bad guy you donât know? You let a stranger touch you? Huh?â
âTakuma-â
He gives you such a pointed stare your words escape you. One arm cages you below him whilst the other cups your chin. âYou think Iâm some kind of bad guy? Donât you know me by now? Havenât we been through enough?â
This is necessary communication, he knows it, you know it. But that doesnât stop the suffocating tension crackling between you two any less bearable.
âI know youâre a good guy, in how you treat me, who you are, but I have no idea who you are sometimes and itâsâ itâs, something that i-iâŠâ
Youâre getting choked up, but youâre also overheating. Ino is never like this, never so the opposite of himself, never so full of darkness and not his light.
But you guessed it was a good thing you werenât afraid of the dark, or the man you loved so dearly in front of you.
âWhat?â
â-it scares me,â you blurt.
âBut you like being scared.â
His voice is rough, teetering on the line between restraint and pure lust. He's neither asking nor stating.
âYou like it when I come home in the dead of night.â He cups your pussy, your silk nightdress bunching against his palm, he clicks his tongue at the heat. âSneaking in beside you, you practically baring your pussy for me to use, abuse andâfuck, until youâre begging for more, and more-â
âTakuma,â you whimper into his chest, he smells so like him, he strokes through your hair like he always does, so full of love. Heâs holding your most intimate part of you like he owns you, you suppose he does. You suppose youâve been in the palm of his hand from the moment you met him.
âNot so innocent then are you? When youâre taking my cock in your cunt in the middle of the night? Begging for it, begging for me to wreck this tight little-â
âTakuma! Please.â
He alternates pressure on your clit, over and over, feeling your drip down his fingers.
âI bet youâd like my mask too? Wouldnât you?â
His hand wraps around your throat, contrasting the way his thumb was smoothing across your jaw. You always felt so special with Ino, like his lover, regardless of whether you were fighting.
âWhat mask?â Your voice was so shaky you barely recognised it. His hand mapped down his torso to his pocket. Then he slipped on a black mask with nothing but holes for his eyes. âSo, this? This is who you are?â
He hated this. He hated you thinking he was some bad guy, some good for nothing criminal.
âWho do you want me to be?â he edged closer, his voice slow and dripping with something dangerous, something that made your pupils dilate, and your pulse run.
âHow about tonight I be the bad guy you want me to be,â he drawled. His hands skimmed up and down your sides, admiringâŠstaking their claim on what was beneath them.
âTake me, Takuma.â
A small smile tugged at his lips.
âFuck you?â he shoved his knee between your thighs, âOr take you?â He squeezed your neck until you moaned, âYou and your control? Your body? Your soul.â
âBoth.â
It was a blur before you processed that Ino had you flipped against the wall. That he was already brushing your entrance with his cock and then teasing you against it. The head of him almost slipped in, over and over. But he had you flailing and whimpering like a desperate mess instead.
âShush now, pretty girl. I donât care if your boyfriend comes home. Iâm using this cunt as my own anyway.â
âOh myâfuck.â
That was it. Your control, your pain, you let it all go. You let it free, you let the wild throbbing in your core take over. You would have fallen to the floor without the wall and Ino standing firm behind you. You gave into your sinful desires.
He trailed his hands down your body, then in a movement so unexpected you cried out as he tore apart your night dress. âLet's hope your boyfriend doesnât come home to you getting fucked like this, angel.â
He thrusts into you in one brutal slam. âFuck I love ruining good girls like you,â he sounded so undone that it had you close to breaking, moaning with every slam into your pussy.
âYour cunts are made to be broken into like this, waiting for every drop of cum, squeezing me so tight like that. Fluttering on cock that youâve been craving so badly, youâpretty âlittleâslut.â
Itâs a primal fucking, and Ino seems to take everything out on you, but you submit so easily youâre succumbing to pleasure youâve never felt. The things he says are dark and twisted, but the way he holds you is anything but, he holds you like youâre precious, even if he calls you his slut, to him youâre his angel.
When you start to match his rhythm, bucking out your hips to take in more of him, he comes so powerfully you feel his tears slide your back. Panting and groaning out your name, âI love you,â his voice shakes, and heâs breathless as he locks you in his arms.
âYouâre so precious to me. More than my own life. More than any goal. Iâll tell you anything, and everything.â
Youâre overcome, reeling from your orgasm, but nevertheless you accept his embrace just as tight. âI love you, Takuma.â
âI love you,â he chants, for a while. Until youâre sleeping, bodies coiled together, his hand in your hair. And it feels good. Too good to have finally told you everything.
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i just fucked your girl (and she loved it)



oneshot
word count: 11k
genre: established relationship (reader x namjoon), dark/morally gray characters and decisions
pairings: ghost hoseok x y/n and y/n x fiancé namjoon
summary:
A very lonely, horny ghost comes to haunt your dreams (and fulfills your every sexual desire).
warnings: oh my god get ready this is gonna get long. swearing, cheating?? (is it really cheating if he's dead? i'll let you decide), explicit sexual content; sexual "nightmares", unprotected vaginal sex AND anal (ITS TIME :D), rough sex, sub/dom dynamics, no safe word, submission, dirty talk, hoseok refers to people he comes across as victims (he doesn't force anyone i promise, not unless they want to ofc), masturbation, fingering, petplay? (the reader likes being called kitten), slight hand kink, slut shaming (oopsies), use of spit (oops again), use of lube, hickeys, lots of begging, hoseok's a bit mean but the ending will make it up a bit ISTG, namjoon's an innocent sweetheart, reader feels a lot of guilt, ass play (YAY), rimming (YAY pt2), mentions to gay sex and clown kink (you'll see), hoseok's like a ghost sex worker and the reader sorta manifests him, sex toys, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, spanking, come shot, blowjob, hair pulling, daddy kink, breast play, creampie, a bit of a sad/angsty ending, so sorry if anything is missing I RLLY TRIED
btw there's sex scenes between namjoon and the reader AND hoseok and the reader so they both get their share.
a.n: happy fucking halloween. sorry this got a little sad towards the end, but i hope you guys love it as much as i do. i think i'll live in this world for a while. i'm so obsessed with this probably, my favorite work yet. i think this is my smuttiest work too? idk. i was gonna delete like half of it because i hate myself sometimes but i figured you guys would enjoy something a little longer so i typed and typed until my lil heart desired and this beast was created. btw i finished this at exactly 6:13pm. i thought i'd let yall know, if anyone's as crazy as me :D im so curious what you guys think about this one so feel free to comment (only if you want too ofc ^.^) idk when i'll be back with something new but please be patient with me. i promise im not leaving lol i just get busy. OKIE THIS IS SO LONG SORRY AND ENJOY. byeee <3
p.s. i do plan to write an epilogue cuz this got crazy at the end. so much left unsaid. my brain is sooo... lol
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It was the same damn nightmare.
For the past three weeks you had been waking up in coldsweat, heart nearly beating out of your chest, breathing so out of control. You could barely hold yourself up.
And still somehow, you woke up drenching your panties of your own slick arousal.
It was the same nightmare from yesterday, the day before that, and the day before that. You would end up in a dark, ominous apartment. It was yours, but somehow different. The apartment was pitch black, flashing red lights from time-to-time, as if someone in the building had pulled the emergency alarm. You would crumble in your bed, closing your eyes and praying it would end soon. Thatâs when he would appear.
A man in all black, long dark tousled hair. His teeth were bright, you could tell by the smile on his face while he watched you wither away in your sheets. The glow in his dull, sharp eyes would shine even in the dark.
He watched as you squirmed in your bed, feeling heavy, unable to stand by your own strength.
âDonât force it, darling. Take what you need.â The stranger would say with a strong raspy tone, smelling your arousal fall into the sheets below your bottom. You were always bare in your nightmares as if you were waiting and submitting for him.
You couldnât resist the feeling. At his call, your fingers would come to relieve the ache between your thighs. Playing with yourself as if you were alone, but it was far from the truth. He would watch as you pumped yourself two fingers deep, sighing and whimpering, satisfied that you no longer felt empty.
Sometimes, well no most times, he would join you in your nightmares. He would tear your hands from your leaking cunt sparing mercy and you would complain against your sheets. The stranger wasnât that bad, not for long at least, because he would fill you with his own two fingers, his eyes would dilate watching you fall apart. He was smooth and precise, he would curve his fingers, hitting your g-spot right on target, loving the sinful sounds you made as you arched your back and yelled moans without holding back.
Once he was satisfied and right as you were about to explode, he would pull away, whipping his hard, swollen cock out of his pants and tugs on himself, forcing you to watch as he pleased himself . Of course you wanted it, but this was so wrong, very wrong.
The worst part is he wouldnât just give it to you, he would make you beg for it. âTalk to me baby, you want it?â
You would shake your head, denying him and trying to pull yourself from under him, but realistically it is all you wanted. You wanted to taste the beads that fell from the slit of his hard cock. He was fucking big and that itself made you go fucking insane, his hands wrapped around his length nicely. You tried to stop your thoughts from going any further, but your imagination was a powerful thing, thinking about how his pretty hands would feel wrapped around your throat instead of his dick.
âOh, you donât? Maybe Iâll just leave you like this then.â He would say and it fucked with your head.
That was the last thing you wanted. âButâ mâ so empty.â
âThen beg for it slut, you donât have to be empty and lonely for long.â His tongue was smooth and wet against your skin as he licked down your throat, sucking little marks onto your skin. He had you wrapped around his fucking fingers and there wasnât a damn thing you could do about it. You wanted to move but at the same time, you wanted him to have his way with you. God can forgive you for this later.
âI c-canât.â
âWhat a shame. Iâll just take care of myself and leave you here to watch.â He would start pumping his cock faster, tugging at the crown of his length.
You made an agonizing sound of complaint. âPlease.â
âPlease what little kitten?â
He was mean. So mean.
And you were fucking stupid.
âPlease, f-fuck me.â You begged so sweetly.
The man would smile sinisterly before shoving himself deep inside you, forcing a scream of pleasure. He was not gentle in any way and you fucking liked that. As sick as it was.
He fucked you like his only mission was to make you come and drive you insane, pushing your legs far apart and brutally fucking deep into your walls.
He would watch you fall into your sheets, murmuring noncoherent words, completely submitting to the stranger you fell apart in his complete mercy.
What an honor.
âThat's it baby. Squirt all over my dick.â His voice was always deep and you swore you could hear a smirk between his words.
Like magic his words would rip intense orgasms out of you and he would fuck you through them all until you eventually collapsed unconscious.
You wake up in a gasp, the wet feeling between your legs nearly makes you gag.
This canât be. Not again.
âBaby, wake up.â A voice calls gently, soft hands soothe your back, patting and rubbing gently. âItâs just a nightmare, love. Iâm here.â
âJoonie?â
âYes baby. Iâm here, go back to bed. Iâve got you.â His calm voice manages to settle the beating drum of your heart and still, this is the exact problem with these recurring nightmares.
Even as your fiancé rubs circles into your back, all you can think of is the hands of that strange man that would fuck you into a delrious state. You hated it. It felt too close to cheating.
If only Namjoon saw what your nightmares truly consisted of, he would be horrified and disgusted. Every night was worse, the guilt slowly started building in the pit of your stomach as you would daydream about the nightmare over and over and over.
âŠ
âYou okay baby?â Namjoonâs voice was gentle, aware that your mind was somewhere else during dinner.
âI- yes.â But you werenât okay. Not one bit. Flashbacks of the man in your nightmares would haunt your thoughts. These nightmares would play in your head like old memories.
His hooded eyes watching as you fucked yourself open. He would whisper things like, âthatâs it kitten, so fucking wet all for meâ and âgood kitten, nice and tight for meâ.
âImagine what your fiancĂ© would do if he saw the way you squirm in my hands. He could never fuck you the way I could, kitten. Isn't that right? Only I fuck you exactly the way you like it. My little submissive kitten.â
âPlease.â Begging is all you could muster to do in your dreams. You felt pathetic. You never wanted someone so bad. The guilt only grew stronger when you realized you were fucking addicted to your own dreams. You started chasing these nightmares.
What was wrong with you?
âBaby?â Namjoon called your attention once again, smiling apologetically. âYou feeling okay? Your face is quite flushed.â
Your hands fall onto your face feeling the slight burn against your palms. âSorry. Iâm okay, just a little hot in here is all.â
âItâs the end of October baby. Itâs been really cold out. Iâm surprised you aren't begging me to warm you up by now.â He tries to carry the conversation into a lighter, more casual matter.
A nervous smile breaks out onto your lips, as you brush a piece of hair out of your face. âMust just be experiencing hot flashes. It happens when Iâm a bit more stressed than usual.â
âAnything you wanna talk about? You know you can talk to me.â Heâs sweet and present for you as usual. You feel your heart drop thkining about how this is what you are missing out on by feeding into those stupid fucking nightmares. Something had to change.
Wake up, Y/N.
âYeah, I know babe. Itâs nothing to worry about. Just work stuff.â You make an excuse for yourself and it seems to work, for now.
âMm, okay. Donât be afraid to come to me for anything. I donât want you suffering alone.â Your fiancĂ© places a hand on top of yours, squeezing it softly.
âThank you, Joonie.â This time you give him a real smile, but the guilt still stays hidden deep inside you watching as he reciprocates the smile back at you.
âThereâs my beautiful bride-to-be. Stop worrying so much baby. Maybe you should take some time off from work. You know sleep usually makes you feel better. It always has. My sleepy girl.â
And there it goes and hits you all at once again.
Guilt. So much guilt. Sleep doesnât even feel enough these days. The nightmares make you feel as if you never rest. You are clearly aware that dreams arenât real life, but you even wake up sore from them. Itâs scary how realistic it all feels. Maybe thatâs why this makes it worse for you. Everything feels too real.
âYeah⊠Iâll think about it.â But you won't because time off means resting and resting means more sleep and more time for these nightmares to keep haunting you. Itâs like you will never win.
âEat your dinner baby, it's getting cold.â
â-
The daydreams continue even at work.
âLet me see that perfect ass, kitten. Turn around for me.â
Itâs like he completely owns you, hypnotized by his voice. You immediately present for him, face down and ass up sitting so nicely.
âFuck kitten, look at you. Tell me, does that lame fiancĂ© of yours ever play with this ass?â
You whimper a ânoâ feeling a glob of spit drip into your unused, virgin hole. His thumb caressing the wet ring of muscle, watching you clench around nothing.
âIâll change that soon, kitten. Just how you like it.â
Namjoon wasnât necessarily opposed to butt stuff, the one time you mentioned it he briefly dismissed it. Granted, he was busy at the time with some work, and you were too embarrassed to bring it up again.
It seems you got lucky nonetheless.
The man blows hot air into your wet hole, his lips felt soft against your ass. He would leave a kiss here and there before his tongue peaked out and circled around your rim.
âYes, yes, yes.â You werenât the most vocal sexual partner yet somehow, under his touch, you were the loudest.
Moans fell dangerously loud from your lips as he would continue to fuck his tongue deep inside your ass. Stopping every few seconds to stare at your puffy rim, gaping around nothing. Fuck, what a sight for sore eyes you were.
âPlease.â
âWhat baby?â His palm was heavy against your ass, watching it bounce back.
âMore.â You would beg.
âAnything.â He would purr back.
A thumb circled around the velvety muscle before pushing right in, fucking his thumb alongside spit that dripped from his mouth.
Yes. Just how you like it.
âY/N?â Your coworker brushes a hand against your shoulder. âYou doing okay?â
âShitâ yeah, my bad Yoona. Iâve just been feeling a bit sick lately, I think Iâm coming down with a cold.â Which is a complete lie, but how do you tell your coworker youâre having wet daydreams about another man (who by the way only exists in your imagination) that isnât your fiancĂ© and that it is taking over every part of your life and that the guilt of it all sits heavy on your chest as days pass by and there is nothing you can do about it, but indulge in these dreams and practically live in them because youâve become an addict.
Yoona breathes out a light hum. âYou donât seem sick.â
Fuck.
âYeah⊠well itâs just starting, my throat feels dry and sore these days.â
âMaybe you should take a day off?â She suggests.
âYeah, maybe.â You agree just so she gets off your back.
âYouâve been working a lot these days anyways. Iâm sure Mr. Gyun wouldnât mind if you called off. Youâre one of his favorites anyways.â She laughs and you fake a smile.
âYeah, right. Iâll think about it. Let's just focus on work. We need this revised and sent off by Monday.â
âSure sure. But Iâm being serious, take a day off or two, you look like you need it. You seem⊠tired?â She says, worrying by the sound of her tone.
Because you know she will never let this go, you reassure her. âYoona, I love you to death, but donât worry too much, okay? Iâll take some time off if it gets worse. Thank you, really.â
âAlright, just looking after you Y/N. Your soon-to-be husband would kill me if I didn't.â
âIâll tell him youâre doing a great job, now back to the transcriptsâŠâ
â-
You knew the night would eventually come.
There was only so much you could ignore and forget.
A sudden rush of heat wakes you from one of your nightmares, the jolt in your body scaring Namjoon awake beside you. You knew that he meant no trouble, but he gave you the face of âthis again?â and you could no longer push it aside.
âBaby?â Namjoonâs voice is tired and filled with sleep, but he asks anyways while patting your back gently, as he always does when this happens like the sweet fiancĂ© he is. âWhat happens in these dreams anyways?â
How do you tell your husband-to-be and boyfriend of seven years that you get completely ruined by another man in your sleep?
Namjoon was far too sweet and innocent to get mad at you for this and you knew that. Yet the guilt never stopped you from feeling terribly about the situation.
âYou wonât be upset with me?â Your voice comes out as a whisper.
Namjoon stands to turn on the nightlight by the bed before he lays back and wraps his strong arms around your waist. âBaby, look at me.â
With heavy eyes, you look back at your fiancé.
His palm cradles your soft cheek, pushing a loose hair behind your ear. âI could never be upset with you, my love. It might help to talk your nightmares through. Iâll be right here with you baby.â
With shaking hands, you take a deep breath. âWell, I donât know where they come from, but thereâs this man in my dreams.â
Namjoon raises a brow, doing his absolute best to understand you even while the clock reads in bold 3:44am.
âThis man, heâs dressed in all black. Heâ he has these dark eyes.â
âDark eyes?â
âYeah, heâ his eyes are dark, sharp all around, itâs sinister.â
âOkay. What happens?â He whispers, pulling you even closer into him, your hand falls into his chest for comfort.
âHeâ heâŠâ You struggle finding the right words.
Namjoonâs eyes go wide. âBaby, d-does he hurt you?â
No. Of course not. In fact, he does the opposite. The man pleases you until you canât give him anymore and he leaves you with sore limbs and the burning stretch between your legs as a reminder of what heâs done to you and what heâs capable of.
You quickly shake your head. âNo but he- he touches me and does things to me.â
âOh honey, why would I be mad at you about that? Thatâs completely unacceptable. Nobody should be touching you or doing things to you if you don't want it. I see now why this bothersââ
âJoonie, I feel,â you start and swallow the awful feeling in your throat, â I feel like⊠if I've been cheating on you.â
âBaby, I know you would never. Theyâre just nightmares after all. Itâs not like you enjoy it baby.â This is what you mean by Namjoonâs too innocent and kind-hearted to see past the lines between your words.
âBut- I.â
âWait⊠do you? Do you enjoy them?â Namjoon almost looks hurt to ask the question, but heâs quick to reassure you. âItâs okay baby, if you do.â
âI do.â You whisper like itâs some dirty secret.
Thereâs a pregnant pause before Namjoon pulls you completely flush against his body, rubbing circles behind your back. âItâs okay baby, it's okay. Theyâre just nightmares. They mean nothing.â
He kisses your hair for comfort and you let out a sob because they are much more than that to you and you know it. They are all you can think about. Shit, you think if you were given the chance, you would actually let that man have his way with you in real life. And it makes you feel disgusting because you know you enjoy this dynamic way too much.
At first, it was terrifying, you didnât know the man and he, well he just became a weakness and you wanted him so bad, as much as you hated to admit it. Your imagination was a powerful tool. Why you and why with him? Why couldnât your dreams be with Namjoon, your high school sweetheart?
âIâm so sorry, Joonie. For all these long nights. I donât know whatâs wrong with me. The nightmares donât stop, in fact they only feel longer and they get worse.â You cry into his chest.
âI know honey, itâs not your fault. Just think of me whenever you feel this way, okay?â He pulls back, wiping your tears off with his sleeves. Your fiancĂ© was so fucking sweet and thatâs why you fell in love with him in the first place. He was never angry at you or disappointed. Namjoon was always patient with you and a complete sweetheart. God, youâre so fucking stupid.
âAnd Iâm not mad at you, okay? I never will be. Those nightmares mean nothing to me. I love you Y/N.â Your fiancĂ© whispers into your hair, kissing the side of your face.
Namjoon has always been way better than you because had you been in his shoes, you couldnât phantom hearing about him enjoying the presence of another woman. He knew only one part of this story. Namjoon doesnât know that you spend evenings, the time you have the house alone while heâs off at work, fucking yourself to this strange manâs voice in your head. That you open yourself up just how you do in your nightmares and you swear you hear his voice telling you to keep going. You swear you hear him calling your name asking you about how Namjoon would feel about this. Like if his whole purpose is to make you feel worse about the situation. Heâs ruining your life and youâre letting him. You think youâve given up and itâs just started.
âI- I love you too.â You reply.
Namjoon smiles apologetically, hands gentle against your skin. âLetâs sleep?â
You nod and he pulls you against his hard chest, rubbing your back while he attempts to lull you back to sleep. It eventually comes, but not before you wake to those dark eyes again and the nightmare continues. This time you don't even fight it. He fucks you until you feel yourself collapse and you swear nothing has ever felt better.
âŠ
The next morning Namjoon gently shakes you awake. âGood morning my love, you slept through your alarm. I figured you could take a day off so I called your boss to let him know you couldnât come in today. I hope you don't mind.â
âJoonie?â Your voice is the cutest in the mornings (according to Namjoon), he smiles watching you struggle to wake up.
âYes, my baby. Iâm just getting ready to leave for work, but I wanted to say goodbye before I leave.â
Well, itâs not like you have a choice so you accept your fate. âOh, okay. Thank you.â
âNo problem, honey. You slept quite well. You didnât even wake up this time! Did it help? Talking through it?â Again, Namjoon could be so clueless.
The only reason you slept this well is because you were fucked into oblivion in your dream. As unbelievable as it may sound, you even felt sore down there. But he doesnât have to know that, so heâll just go off to work thinking that cuddles and his sweet words drifting you back to sleep actually worked.
âYeah⊠yeah it did. Thank you again. Have a nice day at work.â You say, still warmly tucked in bed.
âI will, baby. â He drops a peck into your cheek, smelling the fresh scent of his aftershave. âCall me if anything. See you later, my love.â
And like that you are left alone once again. The only thing that remains is the fluffy feeling of his plump lips buzzing against your cheek, a faint reminder that you are loved and have been for years, while you think about another man, one that only exists in your deepest darkest of dreams.
â-
Hoseok doesnât remember how it happened. All he knew is he was standing in a place unknown, sensing there was another being in the room with him.
It's not his first time around a mortal human. No, in fact he had so much experience with lustful humans with all kinds of desires and wishes, but it has been quite long since he was manifested this strongly into someoneâs dreams.
His favorite part was watching them act as if they didnât ask for it. Call for him. They would lie and say that they could never fuck a dead being. A ghost at that. As if they didnât manifest him themselves.
It's not like it was Hoseokâs fault for dying young and handsome and that now he tends to peopleâs guiltiest pleasures. It's not like he has anything better to do in the after-life. In reality, heâs doing people a grand fucking favor. The best thing about fucking a dead ghost is thereâs absolutely no consequences, at least thatâs what he always tells his victims. Unless you get addicted to one, then thatâs really a personal problem. They canât stay on mortal land forever, but for the time being Hoseok has become attached to his time here. Especially with his new little mortal toy.
When he first heard the calling, he almost missed it. He was fucking another mortal, a man in his mid-twenties to be exact. The man had called for him in his dreams and he attended to his duty with pleasure.
This man had a thing for clowns and Hoseok wasnât no fucking clown, but he did his best to please him. His outfit was in all black (of course, it was his favorite color) and fit him quite well though it was different from his usual style, even down to the clown hat and all.
The guy would scream under Hoseok as he would pound into him like some fuck-doll and would have him come undone within minutes. He was so fucking easy to please. They always are.
When Hoseok came to you the first night. Thatâs how you found him. He still had the same outfit on (he was ripped from the last dream) and his hat had nearly fallen off in the process, but he was pleased when he came across his next victim. You were beautiful.
âWhoâ who are you?â You screeched, covering yourself up, cheeks flushed. You had been doing unspeakable things to yourself in the dream. âWhat are you doing in my room?!â
Hoseok smiles. God, they always are the same. âDonât ask questions you donât want the answer to and donât mind me, keep doing what you were doing before I had rudely interrupted.â
The stranger goes to sit by the vanity in your room, making himself extremely comfortable as if it is a regular Tuesday night for him.
You try to stand and it's like something washes over you. The strange force pushes you back down and you have no choice but to take it.
The man chuckles, throwing his hat aside. âDonât hurt yourself trying. Just let your instincts guide you. Tell me what it is you want, this will all go much smoother and much faster.â
The stranger in black winks and you feel disgusted (though your pussy doesnât seem to agree with you).
Still you manage to say, âI want you to get out of my fucking room. Iâm about to get married, you know and heâll fucking kill you.â
âOhhh.â He purrs, standing as he walks across the room. He stops a couple steps from your bed and leans down to match your height. âBut you asked for me to come, baby. So guess what? Now I am your problem.â
He pinches your nose, wrinkling his own in the process and flashes a charming smile.
You swat his hand off you almost immediately. âIâ I didnât ask for anything. I donât even know you and I donât want to know you.â
âMm, but soon weâll know each other very well. Letâs not fight this.â The manâs voice is silky and you could practically see the sinful desire in his eyes while they take in your naked figure.
You have no idea what he even means by that, but right now you could care less. This is just a nightmare and soon enough, he will disappear and you will get to go back to doing what you were doing before he ever existed.
âLeave me alone please.â
The guy puts his hands up clearly coming and going in peace, while retreating back a few steps. âWhatever you say princess. Iâll be back when youâre ready.â
And just like that the man disappeared into a black distorted shadow.
He shows up only three nights later.
This time he catches you on your knees, riding a dildo on your bed. You donât even hear him until heâs in front of you. Your hips stop mid roll. Whimpering as you feel the tug on your hair.
âSeems youâre ready.â He rasps, having a strong grip on your hair forcing you to look up at him.
âIâ who the fuck are you? Seriously? What do you want with me? I know Iâm dreaming and I can wake up any secomd so what the fuck do you want with me.â This time you donât even entertain him. Itâs clear this man has his own vulgar intentions, you wanna skip the small talk. He doesnât seem like the type to give up until he gets exactly what he wants.
âThe better question is what do you want with me. You manifested me after all, darling.â
Your eye twitches at the pet name, but you ignore it, for now. âButâ I don't know you. How is that fucking possible?â
Even though he knows you won't understand it completely, he still answers truthfully. âIâm dead baby. Anything is possible.â
Great, so youâre just supposed to believe this man is some ghost haunting you in your dreams. Perfect!
This time you donât ignore his stupid use of pet names. âS-Stop calling me that.â
âOh?â The man pouts, and to be honest that does something to you. If the situation was different maybe you would admit he looks fucking sexy, even if heâs a menace.
His brows furrow, his jawline clenching as he speaks. âIs there another pet name you like? Weâre already getting farther than last time, princess.â
You donât even attempt to hold back the scoff, your eyes roll back. âNo. I donâtâ I didn't ask for you and I donât want you bothering me anymore. Just please leave me alone. Please.â
The man groans, looking down at you with hooded eyes, the fist in your hair grips harder reminding you that he still had you under his control. âGod, but you sound perfect begging. Are you sure of that, kitten?â
The man's voice drops in a sultry tone, nearling purring while he speaks. And somehow, that manages to slip a whine from your throat, nearly drooling at the sight.
Your eyes immediately widen. âIâ I didn't mean that.â
âOh, so thatâs what you like.â The man smiles, petting your head affectionately. You were fucked. âOf course you didn't. You were so close weren't you, kitten?â
You shake your head, youâre unable to look away, but at the same time you want to throw his hands off you. You felt completely powerless under his gaze and you were liking it a lot more than you would like to admit.
âDonât bother lying to me princess, I can smell it. You were so fucking close.â He whines the last part, biting his bottom lip, he seems to breathe in the scent. âSo fucking close. Iâm sorry. I always join at the worst times, you can continue.â
He offers like a fucking weirdo, pervert and still you disgustingly want it.
âI said, don't call me that!â Your hand flies to his and forces it off you.
âThen talk to me.â Heâs rough, but firm with his tone.
âNo. I donât- can't and I won't. Go bother someone else.â
âI canât. You asked for me and you brought me here. Now you have to deal with this.â He doesn't attempt to put his hands back on you, but he does let his gaze wander seeing as you still havenât moved from your dildo.
âThis is bullshit. Itâs just in my head anyways. If I close my eyes itâs like you arenât even here. Now let me fucking come in peace.â Your eyes closed in the middle of your rant and he seemed to listen. Hoseok backs off, watching you from your wall to be exact, but he lets you take care of yourself. Thatâs what heâs there for after all.
After a few seconds of calming yourself down and regaining your arousal, you slowly lift yourself up feeling the dildo pull against your walls and you drop yourself back down.
Hoseok was right, you werenât too far away from coming, but he messed up your pace and now you have to work yourself back up.
It doesnât take too long before you set a quick pace, fucking yourself onto the silicone length.
Truly it wasnât that you and Namjoonâs sex life was bad, in fact he was the best fuck of your life (not that you had much experience given he was your high school sweetheart) but after years of being together, things had changed, a lot.
You donât even remember the last time you guys got creative in bed, besides a few vibrators from time-to-time. It was starting to get boring and you didn't want to admit this to him, but you wanted so much more. It's like your body was begging for it. And you didnât want to hurt his feelings by saying it, so instead you kept it to yourself and the sexual frustration built up overtime making it impossible not to think about constantly.
You gasp when you finally open your eyes to find the man watching you with heavy lidded eyes from your wall, heâs not even touching himself, but you can see heâs hard in his pants.
He licks his lips as he watches you jump down on the dildo ferociously. Your eyes make contact and that's when everything seems to explode.
Moans start slipping from your lips and you feel the knot in your stomach start to build quickly. The silicone molds around your walls perfectly, feeling the tip brush against your sweet spot repeatedly, fisting the sheets below you.
Hoseokâs nose seems to flare and he can practically taste your arousal in the air. He watches as you bounce on that useless dildo, wishing it was his cock instead. Your mouth falls open, drool nearly spilling while you feel the knot coming undone.
It isnât long before Hoseok finally decides to speak and it does wonders. âCome, you fucking slut.â
Fuck.
On call, you come and heâs forced to watch you moan and writhe against your sheets, feeling the dildo slowly push out of you.
He pushes himself off the wall and comes towards you and you feel too exhausted to push him away. You are laying in the middle of your bed now, dildo still between your legs but itâs fallen out.
You feel as he pushes the dildo back inside you overstimulating your used hole as he fucks it into you deeply. You really, really shouldn't let this happen. You are going to be a married woman soon for fuckâs sake, but it all feels so fucking good- risky yet new, so you canât help but to feed into temptation.
Sadly, your body denies it, for now at least. âN-No I can't. Not anymore.â
His action comes to a halt. âI know. Maybe next time, kitty.â
And he disappears once again.
Disappointment and guilt builds all too quickly.
Disappointed that he didnât stay and fuck you until you passed out. And guilt that you just came in the eyes of another man and on his call.
â-
As expected, you spend your whole day off thinking about the stranger. The way he looks at you, the way he bites his bottom lip while taking you in. The way he grips your hair and clenches his sharp, symmetrical jawline when he has you falling apart in his hands. You could feel his touch, itâs impossible you know, but it all feels too real and it all happens so fast.
He had a name now. He told you in one of your dreams while he was taking you from behind.
âSay my name kitten. Whoâs fucking you this good? Fuck, what a sight from behind. Youâre just perfect all around, arenât you?â Hoseokâs hands grip onto your ass cheeks, fucking into your pussy brutally. He hasnât stopped pounding into you and itâs already been ten minutes. Maybe more? Maybe less? You stopped counting. Good dick leaves you feeling stupid.
âH-Hoseok.â You whimper into your pillow, you think you have officially lost your fucking mind.
âWhat?â You swear you can hear the smirk on his lips.
âHoseok.â Youâre louder this time, but your voice is muffled, face falling into your pillow.
âLouder slut!â Thereâs a sting on your ass and he has a fistful of your hair, lifting your face from up the pillow while he continues to ram into you from behind. You realize you are so fucking close and he knows it too, you try to meet his strong thrusts, but itâs no use because it knocks the air from under you. He manages to hold you up with a strong grip. âFuck, fuck. Youâre so tight around me, kitty. You gonna come on my dick now like a good slut? Huh?â
âYes!â This time your voice is loud and you scream without holding back. âHoseok! Hoseok! Oh, nghh⊠fuck, Hoseok!â
His name falls from your lips over and over while you come on his cock, just like he asked of you. That satisfies him enough and he squirts his own orgasm all over your plump ass, watching you come down from your own afterglow.
You had come to the fucked conclusion that the only way to possibly fucking fix something like this (as sick as it may sound) is to fuck it away. You had to tell Namjoon, maybe experiment a bit more just so you can finally get this man out of your head. Regain your peace of mind. Namjoon would do anything youâd ask of him, you could assure that. You just had to find a way to tell him so he wouldnât feel it was his fault or as if he was lacking. Or you could just not tell him.
Either way you think fucking this away would help for the time being at least.
Sex is a very special and intimate practice and thatâs genuinely how it always felt with Namjoon. He always took his time with you and fucked you slow and deep.
Before, you will admit that it was nice and thatâs why he attracted you so much but now, you donât want it to be nice or slow. You want someone to play rough, break your limits, and touch you in places you havenât been touched before. You want to be tossed around, fucked until you canât speak any coherent sentences. Was that just too much to ask for?
(Hoseok sure didn't think so.)
Right as you had finished cooking dinner, Namjoon made his way through the front door, setting his work bag down by the coat rack.
âYouâre cooking?â Namjoon asks, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in for a quick kiss. âSmells good.â
âYeah, I figured you deserved a nice meal to come home to. I didnât have much else to do.â You swiftly kiss him back.
Namjoon pulls you in closer, arms holding you tightly. He still smells as fresh as he did when he first left. âI told you to rest, my love. You didnât have to do anything.â
âI know, I know. I really wanted to though. Letâs just eat, we'll talk after.â He nods and kisses your cheek once more.
âLet's eat then.â
âŠ
Namjoon decides a movie night is needed on a night like tonight.
You were more clingy than usual (and of course, he loves it). So he puts on a random movie and allows you to cuddle him up to the fullest of your extent.
âYouâre so cuddly today, my love.â Namjoon whispers into your hair, mid-movie.
âI just missed you is all.â And you really did, it's been long since you and Namjoon had an intimate night (maybe since these dreams started), you think it's finally time.
He smiles rubbing his hand down your arm. âI missed you too honey.â
You lift your head from his chest and lean in slowly, he immediately picks up on the drift and leans down to meet your lips.
His lips are soft against yours, kissing you with gentle movements. His palm comes to rest on your cheek while you escalate the kiss.
Your tongue comes up slowly and he lets you in quite easily. You take a hand and rake it down his chest, pulling yourself on his lap carefully.
You start to slowly whine your hips, making it all too obvious about what you need and want. Namjoon follows along without complaints.
âDo you wanna?â Namjoon asks, a bit breathless, bringing his forehead against yours.
âYes.â You whisper. âYes, please.â
Namjoon smiles and steals one last kiss before he attempts to stand, thinking it would be best to move this to the bed, but you hold him down with a shove to his abdomen.
âNo. I want it, right here.â You say, finding yourself a little breathless yourself, you needed this.
His eyes seem to widen for the moment, but he seems to agree and pulls you back in for a kiss, this time he lets his tongue push into your mouth further exploring. He tastes the sweet tang of red wine on your tongue and he groans into the kiss.
You pull back only for a second as you get rid of your shirt and he starts to unbutton his own. Once the shirts are off, you tug your bra off freeing your breast and bring your lips back together with great force.
Though he doesnât complain, Namjoon is in shock. He hasnât seen you this needy and desperate in years, he thinks? Or at least he doesnât remember it like that. He lets you rut against his already hard member and kisses you with equal passion.
The next time he pulls away, he tugs on your leggings and he helps you out of them. Typically your panties come down with it, but you decide youâll just push them aside. You return the offer by pushing his jeans down, including his briefs, his dick slaps against his stomach weighing heavy.
Your mouth instantly waters, but right now you want him inside the rest will just have to come another time.
Namjoon looks at you with so much love and admiration and for a minute, the guilt comes crashing down. You want him, you know you do so why is the guilt still there? Is it because even as you have your lover right where you want him all you can think about is how the stranger (Hoseok) from your dreams would have had you flipped onto the couch and had his way with you hours ago. Maybe he would have fucked you against the kitchen counter, defile the damn marble. Maybe he would have taken you right against your front door, like the slut you wanted to be for him. All you know for sure is he wouldnât have let this much time pass.
You shake your stupid thoughts away and look back up at your fiancĂ©. This is where you want to be. Where you fucking belong. Without letting your imagination run wild, you rub yourself against Namjoonâs hard length, spreading your arousal all over him.
âFuck, youâre so wet baby.â He bites a moan back, feeling your warm juices, slicken his cock.
You moan against his mouth when you feel the tip latch on to your hole, slowly sinking down on him. You feel his cock stretch your warm walls and he feels he could come already. It's just been so long (can anyone really blame him).
You bring your hips up a bit before crashing back down feeling the burn on your tight heat.
âSo warm and tight baby.â His hands land on your hips, toying with the band of your panties. âCome here.â
Namjoon brings you flush against his chest slowing your movement, his lips crash into yours. The kiss feels much different from before. He doesnât hold back, as soon as your tongue clashes with his, he sucks and bites it playfully. You groan into his mouth, accidentally squeezing harder against his length.
âFuck baby, just like that.â His dick twitches deeply against your velvety walls, you can tell heâs holding back. âI think Iâll come soon if you continue like this.â
Like hell, youâll let him come now, youâve barely had your fill. Without no desire to, you slowly slide off his dick, dropping knees first onto the cold floor below you.
âBabyââ Namjoon starts, but you push his hands away as he tries to pull you back up.
âLet me do this, youâll last longer.â He hesitates, but eventually surrenders, laying his hands aside. âDonât be scared to use your hands, use my mouth, Joonie.â
Fuck. How could his own perfect, sweet wife-to-be sound this seductive? He hasnât heard you talk this way since college. And itâs been years since that. He thought the years of young, hot sex were over but heâs been wrong all along. His fiancĂ©e was the sexiest woman in the world, that he was sure of.
Namjoonâs hands find your hair and push you towards his glistening length. Itâs already drying, shame, you thought, letâs keep it warm and wet.
Wrapping hands around it, you take his cock into your mouth, sliding your tongue across the slit, hearing a raspy moan come from Namjoonâs throat. âThatâs it baby, God your mouth feels incredible.â
The tip of his cock weighs heavy against your tongue. Heâs breathing heavy, while he watches you take him in further. You warm his cock with your mouth just as nicely as when you were on top of him.
Hollowing your cheeks, you take him as far as you could go, hearing his desperate grunts. Namjoon takes a grip of your hair (heâs still very gentle with it and you try not to be disappointed) and pushes you just a bit further, feeling your throat stretch around him. âF-Fuck baby. I really wonât last.â
You tap his thigh and he immediately lets go when he sees your eyes water. You pull off with a pop to catch your breath. âI know.â
Your voice is raspy and itâs the sexiest thing Namjoon has ever heard. And you know exactly how to make this whole situation better. Sometimes, a little whiny purr in your voice is all thatâs needed to get exactly what you need. âI just want you to come down my throat. Please, fuck my throat daddy.â
Now if Namjoon wasnât sure he could bust before, he could definitely nut in your fist right in that instant. Yes, he has a daddy kink, sue him.
âCome here.â Namjoon demands, doesnât hesitate this time to tug you up a little harder and place you in his lap, before he shoves your back against the couch.
âW-What are you doing?â You ask, but the answer is pretty obvious when you see him line his cock up to your hole.
âFucking you. Iâm gonna come inside you. Donât worry baby, I wonât stop fucking you until you are statisfied.â Itâs like music to your ears, his hard member slaps against your clit before he slowly eases back inside you.
Both moaning at the feeling, he lets you adjust for a few seconds, but you waste no time to wrap your legs around his hips and pull him close.
âPlease daddy, just fuck me.â You whine into his ear.
This time Namjoon pulls back and right before he slides out, he slams back in, balls smacking into your ass. He fucks you just like that for a while. Heâs fast but skilled, finding your sweet spot quite easily. It reminds you both of older times, when things were much easier, when you were both young and easily influenced.
You moan loudly into his neck, toes curling as he fucks his dick deep inside you. âRight there daddy, please donât stop.â
Sweat starts forming on his forehead and his hair that had once been held back by gel begins sticking to skin. It isnât a surprise to feel him thrust harder and faster, his tongue poking at his cheek as he concentrates. âFuck baby, I really missed fucking you just like this. You feel so tight around me, look so fucking sexy, just like this baby.â
You eat up his praise, biting your bottom lip as you feel the tight grip he has on your hips, drilling into you like he used to. Fuck, maybe you were right. This was exactly what you needed. Thereâs no Hoseok in your head right now. No unwanted thoughts in your mind. Itâs just you and Namjoon. How it always should have been.
A whimper falls between your lips and you feel Namjoon leaving hickeyâs around your tits, covering them beautifully with his own little marks.
Your legs start to shake around him, and warmth starts spreading through you quickly. âDaddyâ I- I think Iâm gonna fucking come.â
Namjoon grunts, mouth around your nipple while he pulls off to speak. âYeah baby? You wanna come?â
Yes.
No.
Not really.
Preferably you would like him to control your fucking orgasm, flip you around, start pounding into you until you canât hold yourself together but this will have to do.
âY-Yeah. I wanna come.â
âCome sweetheart.â Itâs not long before you moan sweetly through an orgasm, Namjoon fucks you through it as promised and you feel like you are levitating, he maintains sinful eye contact. His thrust starts to become sloppy and you feel the instant he lets go.
âInside daddy, inside.â With one final strong stroke, Namjoon comes deep inside you, his breathy moans feel hot against your ear.
Thereâs a few minutes of heavy breathing, settling into the couch below you. Namjoonâs breaths follow close behind yours, arm tucked below your breasts, he lays behind you.
âYou were so wonderful my love, Iâm sorry we donât do that enough.â Namjoon breaks the silence, kissing the side of your head.
For the twentieth time that week, guilt falls heavy onto your chest. You didnât deserve him, he didnât deserve this.
âNo, donât apologize Joonie. Itâs my fault, really. Iâve just been⊠out of it. But I feel much better. All thanks to you. Thank you, thank you for everything you do for me and our home.â You start getting emotional, but you don't let your tone waver. You didnât want him to know.
âYou know Iâd do it all for you, my loveâ He whispers into your hair, kissing along the soft skin behind your neck. âI canât wait to marry you baby.â
There it is again, guilt.
âI know, I know. Me either.â
âI love you.â He doesn't hesitate to remind you sweetly.
It hurts to say it with all that is going through your mind, but you force a reply anyway. âI love you too.â
âŠ
Sleep comes over you quickly that night.
Finally, you had fucked your sweet and loving fiancĂ© and for once, your dreams donât start off with you fucking yourself into an orgasm.
In fact, you donât dream, at least you don't recall.
Hoseok immediately knows something is different when he arrives. He doesnât smell arousal in the air, no this time he can tell youâve been fucked. He can smell the come leftover deep inside your walls. Heâs impressed to say the least.
He watches your chest rise and fall, a small pout framing on your lips. You sleep beautifully, he thinks you will look even better after heâs done with you for today.
With careful steps, he makes his way to the end of your bed, you jerk your arm so suddenly in your sleep and he holds back a laugh. Heâs quiet when he sits besides your sleeping head, gentle fingers run through your hair.
âMm.â You hum sweetly in your sleep, molding against his touch, thinking it was your husband-to-be playing with your hair like he normally does.
Before you hear him say, âsomeone had a good night. Isnât that right kitten?â
Your eyes widen, nearly jumping out of bed, but Hoseokâs hands stop you from moving. âItâs just me baby.â
âH-How?â Your voice is raspy with sleep. âYou were supposed to be gone.â
Hoseok smiles wide, hand still caressing the back of your head. âDid you really think that would happen, kitten?â
âYes.â
âYou let him fuck you.â He says like he knows for sure it's a fact. He doesnât look too happy about it and your deafening silence answers his unspoken question. He pats your cheek. âNaughty kitty.â
You gulp, his pretty hand wrapping around your throat as he asks the next question. âDid you like it?â
âYes.â Itâs not a lie and he knows it too.
âYeah? He fuck you better than me?â You gulp again.
âYes.â No.
âWhy do you lie to me, kitten?â His eyes flash red (they donât), but the look he gives you is enough to warn you. Things are about to get serious so fast. âI know everything.â
You know that saying people say about fucking around and finding out. You were about to fuck around and find out real fucking fast that Hoseok doesnât play with his toy.
âThen what the fuck are you going to do about it, huh?â The only warning you get is Hoseokâs smile and then heâs fisting your hair tightly. Jawline clenched, watching as his eyes hood and darken.
âFuck yourself open, you slut.â He drops the grip on your hair and stands, serious look on his face, heâs not fucking around at all tonight. His hands are quick, tugging his belt off. âMake it quick.â
When he sees you still havenât moved, a warning comes to you by a strong fistful of hair, shoving you so closely against his face. His breath hits yours, but your lips donât touch, even though they are so fucking close. Youâre tempted to steal a kiss from those soft looking lips, but youâve acted up enough. âI said, fuck yourself open.â
He drops his grip, letting your head fall into the mattress. Hoseokâs voice is strong and demanding so you stop fucking around and pull the sheets off your body. His eyes fall on your breasts, they are covered in hickeyâs freshly made by Namjoon and he tries not to let that affect him. But damn him, he wishes it was him instead. He knows you would never sleep unsatisfied. He would always make sure you slept fucked and sated. Even if that meant, falling asleep on his cock.
Thereâs a slight burn when your finger finds its way to your pussy. Namjoon did a number on you, but it makes it easier to fuck yourself open. His come still settling deep inside you.
Hoseok has his shirt off now and he tugs his briefs and pants down all at once, his cock springs out, looking delicious as ever. You hear a dark chuckle behind you. âUh-uh, wrong hole kitty, Iâm fucking that ass tonight.â
You whimper when his hand comes to stop your movements.
âIâm not fucking that dirty hole. Turn around. I wanna see you from behind.â Heâs not putting it up for question. You push yourself up on your knees and fall back against the bed, lifting your ass towards his direction.
He curses behind you and smacks your ass. Leaving a red hand mark behind, it almost is as pretty as your face. âFuck kitten, you really are pretty all around. Fuck that hole open for me.â
You feel spit hit your hole and your index finger rubs his saliva around your rim. Your chest is heavy, this time for different reasons, you are completely breathless.
You canât see Hoseok, but you hear as he opens the drawer beside your bed, itâs where you kept all your toys and lube. You are a finger-deep inside your ass when you hear the lube cap open, Hoseok is kind enough to warm the lube a bit between his fingers before he rubs against your rim and finger. He lets a bit of the lube dribble down your ass cheeks. Hoseok likes it a bit messy and wet. He clicks it close and tosses it besides you.
âMy perfect submissive slut.â He whispers, hands settling on your ass as you finger yourself open with two fingers now, the burn hurts but it feels so damn good. Namjoon has never fucked your ass, but it has always been one of your sexual desires. Nothing could ever compare to an orgasm through anal and Hoseok has taught you a lot about that.
Another glob of spit hits your rim and you feel him squeeze a finger in. The burn of three fingers tear through you, moaning into the sheets. âMm, fuck.â
He grins watching you hold back moans, biting your lips hard.
âMaybe I should punish you tonight.â He suggests, still fucking his finger in your ass alongside your own. âIf you come like this Iâll let you suck my dick if Iâm still feeling nice.â
You complain, turning around to face him, back still arched. âNo⊠please, please Hoseok. F-Fuck me. Fuck my ass.â
âNo.â Heâs cold like usual and you know he wonât budge so it's no use.
âBut I-Iâve been waiting patiently. I thought all day about you.â It almost sounds like a purr and Hoseok loves it, spanking the fat in your hips this time with an unoccupied hand. His finger is still deep inside your ass and doesnât let down.
âYeah? Tell me about that.â He starts to jerk himself off in the process, the leftover lube in his fingers makes the slide easier, his tongue wets his lips while he maintains eye contact.
Your cheeks are burning but you continue, âI thought about your huge cock splitting me open. Forcing me to take you e-even when I canât anymore. I thought about you spitting into my messy hole like you always do. I thought about you fucking me open against the door. Even the kitchen counter. All day, Iâve missed you all day.â
This seems to satisfy him enough so he plays nice. âTurn over. On your back. Show me those tits.â
He pulls his finger out slowly and you miss it immediately but you listen, your own fingers slide out as you turn around for him. His knees hit the bed pulling your thighs apart as he falls between them, his arm falling beside your head. Heâs still fisting his hard length, watching your tits rise and fall as you breathe.
His tongue comes out and licks around your breasts purposely avoiding your nipple. âYou let him mark you.â
âHeâs my husband-to-be.â You answer, holding back a moan when he sucks on your skin, gentle enough not to make any marks. âOf course, I did.â
âMm.â He hums into your skin, it vibrates and your pussy responds to this, leaking arousal into the sheets. âWhat else did you let him do, kitten?â
âHe fucked me.â You whisper, practically vibrating below him.
âOh I know that. I smell it.â He looks like he wants to laugh, but instead continues sucking around your other breast, giving both tits the attention they deserve.
âSqueeze them together.â He orders and you listen quickly. His tongue slides and sucks between them, still avoiding your nipples and it drives you insane. You want to feel him.
âPlease.â Your voice is weak.
âPlease what?â He asks, looking up dumbfounded, but he knows exactly what you want. Heâs making you work for it. âTell me kitten. What do you want?â
âY-Your mouth.â You struggle.
âWhere?â He breathes out, right on top of your nipple, tongue nearly sliding against it.
âR-Right there.â Your eyes never move.
You watch as he sticks his long, pink tongue out and very slowly licks your already hardened nipple.
âHere?â He asks between his own breaths and you moan softly, sounding sweet against his ears.
âYes.â You whisper-moan.
He drops his cock, letting it hit your cunt while he starts to suck on your nipples like they deserve. Thereâs nothing sweet and gentle about this. Itâs like he wants to replace Namjoonâs love bites and leave you with his own.
He switches off onto the previous breast and his hand comes to play with your other breast while he attends to the new one. He licks and sucks harshly, bruising your tender skin. You writhe against him, pussy brushing along his cock, but his hand comes to halt your actions quickly with a strong grip on your hip.
âBe good, slut.â Is all he says before he continues marking your breasts and you canât do a single thing, but moan and whine underneath him, feeling empty. The memory of Namjoon is long forgotten.
Once Hoseok is satisfied with his work. He grins and pulls away. He grabs the bottle of lube beside you and lathers his cock in it. âShould I fuck you now?â
You are quick to nod and you feel bubbly.
Finally.
âYeah? You think you deserve it?â He tempts and teases, his lubed fingers touch your chin and you open with ease, taking all three fingers he offers you inside your mouth. You suck hard and watch him bite his lip.
You moan around his fingers, his other hand gripping his slicken cock and you feel it catch around your rim.
âBeg for it, slut.â He slides his fingers out, saliva drips down your chin, you probably look a mess but you don't even care anymore. The sinful desire and lust is ten times worse than any other feeling.
âPlease, Hoseok. Please.â You beg. âIâd do anything. Anything.â
He sees red for two seconds and then he says. âThen keep your legs open for me. Try to stay awake. Donât disappoint me this time, kitten.â
Thereâs no warning for when he plunges his hard length inside your slicked rim. You know he wonât be going anywhere near your pussy, keeping his promise. You didnât deserve it. You let someone else use your hole and now heâs punishing you.
âOh. My. God.â You moan, it fucking burns, but soon his thrusts turn into pleasure and his cock brushes your sweet spot. Itâs like heâs known you all your life, knowing the exact way to tear you apart, piece by piece.
âGhost actually, not God, but Iâve met him. Heâs not the sweet and forgiving man everyone mentions he is.â Hoseok says this all while buried deep between your ass cheeks and you would actually laugh about this if the situation was different, but instead you moan and clench around him feeling his balls slap faster against your ass. âThatâs it kitten, lose your fucking mind.â
And that is exactly what you do.
Hoseok continues ramming his hips into yours for a few minutes, you arenât speaking clearly anymore so he doesnât understand a word you tell him, all he knows is that you must be feeling fucking ecstasy by the way you roll your eyes and yell moans.
His hands grip your hips and he comes to a stop. âFace down. Ass up. I wanna see that ass while I pound it from behind.â
You donât reply to him, but you seem to understand. With weak movements, you move and nearly fall face first into the bed, weak limbs. You donât even have the strength to hold yourself together anymore. Hoseok is kind enough to help though, he places a pillow below your hips, just high enough so he can slide right back inside your tight ass.
He hears your muffled moans against your bedsheets, watching you weakly grip them.
âSuch a nice ass. Itâs a shame really.â Your ass bounces while he mounts you from behind, itâs fast but precise, hitting your walls just right at every harsh thrust.
âW-What is?â He barely hears you reply.
âThat this ass isnât played with enough and soon Iâll just be a fidget of your imagination. Youâll forget I ever existed and youâll never, ever receive the sexual satifisation you deserve. But maybe, one day, when itâs your turn to go, youâll meet me in the after-life and Iâll show you just how much Iâve missed this sweet ass.â The ghostâs voice almost sounds sad and you freeze. You donât want this to end. No.
âT-Then donât stop fucking me. Keep me here forever.â You whisper frantically, breath hot and heavy.
âOh trust me baby, I would if I could. For now, I wonât stop. Stay awake, kitten.â You donât even notice you are falling unconscious, the stretch and burn of his cock is exhausting and your ass takes him greedily, but his words wake you.
He grips the side of your hips, pressing his thumbs into your back as he sets a faster pace. Slamming and ramming his dick deep within you. The moans and gasps that slip from your mouth sound so pretty, God he really wishes it would never fucking end, but he feels you slipping between his hands already.
What the fuck can he do?
Hoseok is close himself, how could he not be? Heâs been practically edging himself for hours and now that he has such a juicy ass at hand, with the most perfect woman he has ever seen, he could practically come inside your velvet walls right now.
âFuck, fuck, fuck.â You curse and moan below him, you tremple and shake, the knot inside your stomach is barely holding up. ââM so close.â
He nods, forgets you canât see him. He harshly tugs you around, still quite limp and weak between his arms. âWanna see that face when you come on my cock.â
He plunges back inside, lips close to yours, but he doesnât kiss you. And then you realize, he hasnât kissed you. This entire time. Heâs fucked you religiuosly for weeks on end and you donât even know what those heart-shaped lips taste like against yours. Would they be as sweet as they look? Would he kiss you gently or would he be harsh and rough like the way he fucks? You wonder about it all at once and it makes you sad for a moment. You want a kiss. Why wouldnât he kiss you?
âKiss me.â You breathe out, heâs grunting above your mouth still fucking you nice and deep. You are beyond positive you wonât be able to move your ass tomorrow but itâs worth it, itâs always worth it.
He looks up and then looks back down, concentrating on his thrust, you moan but hold your ground.
âPlease. Kiss me.â You whisper, gasping when you feel the knot start to come undone. He knows youâre about to let go and this only drives him to bottom out faster and quicker. Skin smacking quickly against skin. Your asshole has been shaped and molded just for him. Youâre loving every second of it, but he still hasnât kissed you.
Why?
Your arms weakly wrap around his shoulders, he breathes heavy and hot against your ear now. Itâs messy, sweaty and his touch is usually rough, but it feels awfully gentle now. Heâs still rough inside your soft walls, but somethingâs changed.
âHoseok.â You breathe, youâre so sad.
He hums against your neck, avoiding your eyes.
âKiss me.â You plead again, he kissed your neck so softly, balls smacking harder and faster against your ass. âNo, my lips.â
âGoodnight, kitten.â He whispers sounding sad into your ear before he lifts his face from your neck and those heart-shaped lips touch your softly, itâs almost sweet. You come undone as soon as you feel the touch of his magical lips and you swear you feel him come deep inside you.
It all disappears though.
âHoney?â This time it's Namjoon, hand already around your waist. âYou okay? Was it another nightmare?â
A tear falls down your face and Namjoon awes, bringing you into his warm embrace. âOh honey, Iâm so sorry.â
Why are you crying?
And where is Hoseok?
âI am too.â You simply say, crying harshly into his shoulder.
Hoseok watches the scene unfold from afar. He wishes you could feel the ache youâve left him behind too and there isnât a damn thing he could do but wait.
âSee you in the after-life kitten. There Iâll spoil you with all the kisses you deserve.â
You donât hear him, but he knows he means well. Hoseok walks away permanently this time, heâs lost the feeling of his heart long ago, but he feels heavy-hearted and continues on his way to his next victim.
Until next time.
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hii idk if u write for death note or not, but if u do could you do L with a reader absolutely spoiling him after a long day of detective work? Maybe spoon-feeding him cake while cuddling and rubbing his back... poor baby would probably be so touch starved (i hc that L has never dated before lol) Can be pre or post Kira Case, I don't mind!!
Make sure to take care of urself and drink lots of water! :3 srry for the long ask btw lol....
âyour friendly death note obssessed anon <3
A/N: I genuinely love Death Note so much...not only is it a good anime but every time I watch it I get so much nostalgia. Ugh I am so excited to finally write for my sweet L.
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Summary: Basically just the request :)
No warnings
The detective slouched into the dimly lit apartment, the weight of the day's cases clinging to him like an unwelcome shadow. His dark, tousled hair was even messier than usual, and the deep circles under his eyes made him look more like a ghost than the celebrated genius who solved impossible cases.
L Lawliet, known in investigative circles simply as "L," was a legend. But behind the accolades and the brilliance was a man who rarely allowed himself to be human. Tonight, however, he looked utterly defeated. Not that he didnât have a naturally sulky demeanor once and a while, no this was different. This was far worse.
You were waiting for him on the couch, your eyes softening the moment you saw his figure in the doorway.
"Welcome home," you said gently, setting aside the book you had been reading. He gave a small nod, his lips quirking up into a tired, almost imperceptible smile.
Without a word, L shuffled over to the couch and collapsed beside you, his lean frame curling into the plush cushions. He let out a long sigh, his head tipping back as if he could melt into the furniture.
"Rough day?" you asked softly, already knowing the answer.
"Mmm," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly. "Too many loose ends. Too much noise."
You reached out, brushing a strand of fluffy hair from his face. He flinched slightly at the contact but then leaned into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut.
"I thought so," you said, your voice laced with warmth. "Stay right here. Iâll get something for you."
Before he could protest, you disappeared into the kitchen. You scanned the fridge for the sweetest treat imaginable, when all of a sudden, your eyes landed on the leftover cake from your work party.
You returned, carrying a small plate with a slice of decadent chocolate cake, the rich aroma filling the room. Lâs eyes opened, and for the first time that evening, there was a flicker of light in them.
"For me?" he asked, his tone almost incredulous.
"Of course," you replied, settling beside him again. "You deserve it."
He straightened slightly, his fingers twitching as if he wanted to reach for the fork but was too drained to do so. You noticed and smiled.
"Let me," you said, lifting a forkful of cake.
L hesitated, his cheeks tinged with a faint pink. "You donât have toâ"
"Hush," you interrupted, holding the fork near his lips. "Just let me take care of you for once."
Reluctantly, he opened his mouth, and you gently fed him the bite of cake. His eyes widened as the rich, sweet flavors melted on his tongue, and he let out a soft, almost imperceptible hum of approval.
"Good?" you asked, your tone teasing.
"Very," he admitted, his voice quieter than usual.
You continued to feed him in comfortable silence, the tension in his shoulders gradually easing with each bite. When the plate was empty, you set it aside and shifted closer, wrapping your arms around him.
L stiffened at first, clearly unused to such open affection, but as you began to rub slow, soothing circles on his back, he relaxed against you. His head found a resting place on your shoulder, and for a moment, the brilliant detective was just a tired man seeking comfort.
"You work so hard," you whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple. "You deserve to rest, to be cared for."
He didnât respond immediately, but his arms eventually wrapped around your waist, holding you as if afraid you might vanish.
"Thank you," he said, his voice barely audible. "For this."
"Always," you replied, tightening your hold on him.
The two of you stayed like that for a long time, the world outside fading into irrelevance. In your embrace, L allowed himself a rare moment of vulnerability, letting go of the weight he carried, if only for a little while.
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Smutty Kol mikaelson headcanons?
mmm smutty kol⊠i need to get back into the swing of writing for him!
okay. i have so many WIPs where he's more dominant, but have only posted one smut of him and he's submissive in that one. that being said, i can see him going both ways.
also, in general, idk why i started doing my hcs like this, but i can switch them back to the other format if preferred
tw: cnc / dub / non section; minor noncon mentioned
he's definitely experienced & mostly dominant
he's been alive since the dawn of time
he's an original vampire & whether or not he reveals that status, he will embody it by being the more dominant one in the relationship / situationship
and as charming & flirtatious as he is, it's safe to say he's got a lot of experience under his belt (HA - accidental pun)
that is to say, though, he's probably never been super serious about any of his flings
until, ofc, he meets the one that he absolutely falls for, and none of those hookups matter + he's lost interest in anyone else
1920s - little subsection for if you met him in this decade
okay so i read about this thing that happened in the 1920s called "petting parties," where PDA and sex weren't really acceptable, so people would have these orgy-type things centered around heavy petting and i can see that as SUCH a kol thing
i was actually going to write something based on that idea but need to do more research on it first
but kol would be so engaged with something scandalous (for the time) like that
he'd have girls worshipping him for the way he touches them; for the feel of his fingertips against their skin; the way he undresses them with his eyes, both parties wishing they could strip themselves of the last layer of separating fabric
he'd get into so much trouble in the 20s for this kind of stuff
flirting with other men's women, making crude hand gestures under tables to turn them on
he knows how to lay on the charm and fit in with the 20s, but he has the sexual appetite and style of a modern man
ofc, those words being nothing negative, but instead just him knowing how to be rough and how to please
modern day
likes the vulgarity & speed of modern sex
likes that he can strip a girl of her clothes and pin her to the wall and she welcomes it
likes that there aren't a thousand eyes watching his every move; likes the freedom & lack of rules nowadays
he wasn't around for the sexual revolution of the 80s (thanks, klaus đ), but he would've relished it
all the young women looking to finally express themselves sexually; him giving them the best first experience he could deliver
despite all that, though, he loves the tender, loving sex of being with someone he knows, once in a while
he appreciates it more once he gets into a stable relationship, but sometimes his menial hook-ups were on the gentle side, too
modern day in an established relationship
rougher by nature, but can certainly be sweet, and often is
slow & passionate, kissing all over - forehead, neck, down your stomach, chest
roughness or gentleness depends on his mood
depends on your mood, too, because he cares & won't ever push you into something
respects boundaries if you say no
he maybe wasn't always like that, but when he started running with witches, he learned a specific respect & appreciation for others, especially women & those he'd sleep with
so, when he wants to have a long-term relationship with you, he really puts in the effort to be the best he can be
he wants you to know he loves you and shows it
kinks
so i read a fic about this, and i can see it fitting him 100% - some kind of predator / prey; hunting / hunted type dynamic, where he stalks & hunts you & then when he finally catches you off guard, fucks the daylights outta you up against a tree
very much a kol thing
throw a knife in the mix, too
you're pinned to a tree with a knife at your throat and his fingers are underneath your clothes, pleasuring you out of sight
bonus points if it's at night. or, if he hunted you all day and finally caught you at night. by now, he's extremely hungry
speaking of hunger, let's not forget about feeding
he definitely fed on most of the girls he railed in one night stands, but if it were a person he loved, he wouldn't feed until he knew he had enough control to not hurt them
the most intimate situation he can imagine is slow, passionate sex with blood sharing at the end
him drinking from you, then healing you back with his blood, or a mutual feeding if you're a vampire, too
first time with him with someone who just turned, he'd be very gentle, knowing how difficult the transition is
giving into every single need, including offering his own vein when the blackness starts to form under your eyes
i'm not sure kol would be into exhibitionism, but pda and public flirting, certainly
flirting across the bar at the grill, beckoning you closer with his eyes, then (mostly tasteful) jokes once you sit next to him
even when you're dating, flirts like you're strangers and he's still trying for your attention, just for the thrill
though places that are kinda hidden but kinda public, he loves to take you into those for a quick time ;)
bathroom stalls, dressing rooms, janitor closets, the whole lot
also... shower sex
he'd think it'd be a great idea even if you're skeptical
but you agree & it's ofc, a disaster, bc it never actually works out like it does in tv
but you make it fun anyway & he has a very strong hand on you to keep you from slipping
now, klaus' room, i think, he'd love to take you in there as a "fuck you" to his brother after a fight
an orgy type of guy, i think, as long as you're consenting of it
and then gives you all his love & attention afterwards when you get jealous of one person in particular
makes up with gifts & a very long night in the bedroom, with lots of aftercare
witch!kol would 100% tease you in public
it's over for you once he discovers vibrating panties
sometimes gets turned on by you at the worst possible times
you stand up to him against one of his brothers? yes
you fight off an enemy all by yourself? yes
even if you're joking around and fit a whole doughnut in your mouth or something, he's dtf
and his response to your shock is always along the lines of, "i can't control it!"
if he's in a submissive mood
is submissive at times, and some times, needs you to be more dominant
especially when esther is around
i can see kol having mommy issues & needing that reassurance
but it would take a certain level of trust for him to be comfortable telling you that
at first, you were surprised at how submissive he got, but then you were happy to provide what he needed
he's very appreciative of your comfort & lack of judgement when he gets in that type of headspace & makes sure to shower you in thanks & kisses when he "wakes up" from it
tw: cnc / dub / non
can't see him being into this, especially in a relationship
except for the desire to hunt you, i don't think he'd be into it straight up
as previously mentioned, pre-witch hanging-out, he might've had a few incidents that were a little questionable, but he's straightened out & learns that those incidents were wrong & does not repeat them
his biggest offense in one of those situations was probably nonconsensual blood drinking that turned him on
was still kind of a baby, psycho vampire when it happened, & he probably still regrets it to this day
dubcon, though, where you're both drunk after a night of bar flirting, he's into
like, if you were used as a distraction for him when caroline was used to distract klaus
you're both drinking way too much and one thing leads to another and then you find yourself in the mikaelson mansion in the morning like đ€·ââïž
he makes sure you don't regret it, though, and you don't
calms his worried little not-beating heart
somnophilia, given explicit consent beforehand, he would like
the prospect of you waking up full of him, or with him delivering pleasure via tongue or fingers
you wake up and the first thing you feel is pleasure brought on by him - he loves that concept
#thank you for the ask đ©·#i hope it's what you were looking for!#i'm sorry they're so unorganized idk why i've been doing my hcs like this#i can make a more organized list if that's wanted#kol mikaelson x reader#kol mikaelson headcanons#kol mikaelson smut#tvd fanfiction#asks
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