#and he lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist

[annievrse]

built a fire just to keep you warm

roronoa zoro x fem!reader —ᡣ𐭩 fic summary: it's zoro's birthdayyyy!!! w/c: 1.6k c/w: suggestive, non-sexual intimacy a/n: happy birthday to my favourite strawhat <3 (i kinda hate this rah)

"Zoro will like your present."

You jolt at the sudden voice of your captain before turning your head and glaring at him suspiciously. "Okay..."

Luffy laughs and jumps onto the rail of the sunny, his eyes wide with mischief.

You can practically hear Nami rolling her eyes from where she lays beside you on the deck. "Eavesdropping is rude, Luffy."

Your captain blinks once, twice, before he sits down. "Not eavesdropping if you're being loud."

Before Nami can wring his neck, Robin speaks up, a smug smile gracing her face. "He's not wrong."

"What do you know?" You look at your captain with doubt.

"Nothing," Luffy shrugs. "I just know he'll like it."

Sighing, you shove your sunglasses on top of your hair. "You better not tell him what it is."

"I'm gonna tell Sanji," Luffy ignores you and giggles as his feet hit the ground.

"Luffy!" You start, panic rising up your throat as you sit up from your sun lounge. "Wait—"

"Birthdays mean meat! Sanji's gonna cook a feast!"

But before you or Nami can stop him, Luffy's running toward the galley, footfalls heavy on the wood.

"He's a moron," Nami mumbles. "He won't tell Zoro."

You hum, your stomach turning with anxiety. "What if he doesn't like my present?"

"This is Zoro we're talking about," Nami chimes in. "He'd be happy with a bottle of sake."

You want to tell her it means more to you than that but think against it when familiar footsteps round the corner.

"There you are," His voice is rough like gravel but his words are like honey. Your swordsman stands over you, the sun spilling around him. "When did you wanna show me the thing you were talking about?"

Beside you, Nami gags and Robin titters, both choosing to pretend not to listen in on your conversation.

"Uh," you look at the girls and then back to him. "Now?"

"Works for me."

But before you can stand, Zoro leans forward and wraps his arm around your torso, lifting you up and under his arm like a damn plank of wood. The girls wave it off like it's a daily occurrence (it is) and return to their peaceful silence.

"Zo—"

He turns around, and you grip his waist, your body parallel to the ground. His skin is sticky with sweat but warm under your touch, and you guess he just finished a workout.

Hiking you up his hip, Zoro squints into the sun. "Where are we going?"

Sighing deeply, you peer up at him. "My room."

Humming, he takes a sharp right and descends the stairs to the girl's quarters. "Whatcha got hiding down here?"

"Secret."

Zoro pauses before the door and sets you on your feet. You stand up, shouldering his bicep to get to the door handle.

Zoro makes a beeline for your bed while you rummage through the chest at the end of your mattress. The springs squeak as he lays down, his broad shoulders and thick thighs taking up most of the space on your bed.

You peek at him when you finally find what you're looking for and admire him momentarily. Your beautiful hunk of a man, with his scarred skin and calloused hands, his musky man smell and hard muscles.

"Okay," You say, hiding the secret behind your back. "Close your eyes."

"Do I really—" Zoro gives upon complaining when he sees the look on your face. "Fine."

You clamber onto the bed, throwing your leg over him to straddle his hips. Zoro makes a throaty sound at the feeling of you on top of him but goes no further. With his hands behind his head, his biceps bulge.

"Ready?" You ask, voice soft.

At the tone of your voice, Zoro relaxes his hard expression and moves his hands to your thighs. "Yeah."

Inhaling deeply, you place your hands in front of you. "Open."

One dark eye cracks open at your demand, and then it widens. "Wha—"

Sheepish, you push the small figure into his chest. "Happy Birthday."

Zoro sits up, circling one arm around you to keep you steady in his lap. "You made this?"

Giggling at his reaction, you nod. "Do you like it?"

In his hands lays a small wooden letter, the initial of your first name. Pulling the necklace around your neck out from under your top, you lift it up, and the Z on the end of the chain shines in the reflection of the sun in the waves.

"Now we match."

Zoro laughs gruffly, his fingertips running over the carved edges of the initial.

As he stares at it, he reminisces the time he searched a random island high and low to find a present for you. When the thin gold chain with a Z-shaped pendant no bigger than your fingernail hanging from it caught his eye, he knew it was perfect.

A Z-shaped pendant, not because he owns you, but because he knows you. And now you're giving this to him, your initial carved by your own hand in wood, he knows you know him too.

"Sap," Zoro chides, his tone holding no malice. "When did we get so mushy?"

You laugh, holding his cheeks in your hands. His thank you hangs in his tone. "You can hang it from your scabbard if you like, I can put a string in it."

Zoro groans, placing the figure on the bed before wrapping his arms around you and pulling your body flush against his. "You're so cute."

"You were cute first," You say, pressing your lips against his. Zoro's cheeks are warm to the touch, and as you pull away, you swear you glimpse a glassy eye before he closes it. "I adore you, Zo."

Zoro kisses you again, his mouth moving feverishly. His hands roam your body mercilessly, and before you know it, you're on your back, his hips pinning you to the bed.

"I love you," He breathes into your mouth, his nose brushing yours. He says the words like a prayer; if he muttered them any louder, some unknown force would wake him up, and he'd find that everything you are is false. "I love you more than anything."

Tears prick your eyes, and you smile wetly. Zoro's fingers dance on your cheeks, his elbows supporting his weight on either side of your head.

There's nothing left to say. Zoro uses the words very sparingly and never before anyone besides you. Life as a pirate with as big a bounty as him is dangerous and terrifying, and if anything were to happen to you, he doesn't know how he'd go on.

"Mosshead!"

The banging on the door has Zoro groaning. "What, moron?"

"If you don't get out of the ladies' room in the next 2 seconds, I'll kick your ass!''

"I'll slice you in two if you don't shut up."

You smile up at him as he draws you from the bed, his hand large and warm in yours.

"Zo," You mumble, reaching your hand to rest on the nape of his neck. You pull him down and kiss him one last time. "Don't kill him, Luffy asked him for a feast."

Rolling his eye, Zoro scoffs. "Fuckin' cook."

The door slams against the wall as Sanji storms in. "Your feast is ready."

Zoro pauses and turns toward Sanji. "My feast?"

"Well, it's your birthday, isn't it?"

A smirk breaks across Zoro's face. "Yeah, yeah, it is."

You have to suppress your laugh, your hand coming to cover your smile. Luffy stands in the doorway with a bright, salivating grin.

"Well," Sanji says. "Get up there and eat!"

Luffy cheers from the hallway, his arms stretching to the entrance at the end before his body flings away. "Meat!"

"Thank you, Sanji," You smile, resting your hand on his arm. "It means a lot."

The cook's eyes turn into literal hearts at you. "Anything for you, my love, even if that is making mosshead a feast."

A haughty laugh comes from the back of Zoro's throat. He doesn't dignify Sanji with a response to his dig and leads you out of the room.

Upon entering the galley, the entire crew sits in anticipation, Luffy barely containing himself from the food before him.

Zoro pulls a chair out for you and then sits in the one beside you. The rest of the crew takes that as a cue to begin eating and before you know it, plates are passed around you at a rapid pace.

The galley is in an uproar of yells and laughter, but when Zoro places his hand on your thigh, you feel like the only two in the room. He laughs at something Usopp says and takes a sip of sake, his cheeks pink and demeanour laid back. The sight makes your heart swell.

With most of the crew knowing not to make a big deal of Zoro's birthday, much to his pleasure, it's a night that has you reeling in emotion at the sheer familiarity of the people around you. They know you, and they know your swordsman, and there's nobody else you'd rather laugh with, have arguments with, get annoyed with, and love as family than them.

When Zoro places his cup down, he leans into you, his lips against your ear as he whispers things that have you giggling and your skin tingling. He's usually not this outright with his emotions. Still, perhaps your comforting warmth has him unwinding, splitting himself open for his crew, his family, to see, and it's a rare sight that you'll cherish for the rest of eternity.

"To Zoro!" Luffy yells as he clambers to stand on the table. His laugh echoes through the room, and the rest of your family is joining in with him. Everyone holds up their cups and repeats the words.

"To you," You giggle, clinking your cup against his. But Zoro's quick to toss the alcohol aside and pull you into him, kissing you like you're air, and he's a man drowning.

[loganhowlettshousewife]

request for a logan x reader where logan comforts the reader after they come home from a mission all bloodied up? i see a lot of reader comforting logan fics but im curious to see how itd be the other way round :)

me? responding to a request like three weeks later? it's more likely than you think. also sorry it's so short. originally it turned into smut but i didn't know if you'd want that given the request was for hurt/comfort. (if you guys want i can publish the alternate smut version of this fic too).

solace

summary: you come home from a mission gone wrong and logan helps you through it.

warnings: death (offscreen), blood, non-sexual intimacy, nudity, reader has hair, pet names (logan canonically calls his love interests "darlin'" and this is me pushing that agenda), english is not my first language so please do not be rude

word count: 1004

you’re splattered in blood and grime, grey ash streaking your skin from the fire created by a little boy lashing out at the world. he had set his own house on fire, his parents dying in the most brutal of ways, burned alive.

“oh princess, c’mere,” logan pulls you into his arms. you’re in too much shock to argue, letting him manoeuvre you like a doll.

you don’t like going on missions, don’t like hurting people. you’re only ever sent on the easy ones, the non-violent ones, where you try to convince mutant kids to join the school. you’re good at talking to children, at getting them to admit their fears to you, at soothing their worries. but even the easy missions don’t always go well.

charles could sense that this particular child was powerful, and far worse than that, he was angry. he’d lashed out when he’d seen you, screamed in anger when his parents expressed a desire for him to go to xavier’s school, to learn to control himself before he came back home again. his parents were frightened too, scared of what might happen if things continued the way they were.

they’d all died in the explosion of his power.

he was so scared. he never meant to hurt anyone, you could see it in his eyes when the fire continued to burn despite him letting go. it was out of control, no longer a part of him that he could control like an extra limb, but something with a mind of its own.

it reminds you of yourself when you’d first discovered your abilities, scared and alienated from the rest of the world, from the non-mutants around you. you see yourself in every kid you save, and in every kid you lose.

you stay in logan’s arms for a long while, the only sound in the room his steady breathing contrasting with your ragged, choked out sobs. his chest rises steadily against yours, a rhythm that you try to imitate but you can’t, and with every failed inhale you feel your frustration grow, your panic increase.

he picks you up easily, and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist, clutching onto him so as not to fall. he would never drop you, you know that, but it’s always a slight surprise when you’re not expecting him to lift you from the ground.

he leads you to the bathroom where he helps you strip out of your clothes, so gentle with your shaking form. his hands trace each new sliver of skin revealed to him, keeping a firm pressure on you always, grounding you, reminding you of where you are. not in a burning house watching a child’s corpse go pitch black from the flames, but in the house that logan bought the two of you, not too far from the school but enough to give the two of you privacy.

in the shower, the blood rinses off your skin, pink rivulets swirling down the drain. yet you can still feel it, thick and sticky and warm. you want to scrub at your skin until its red and blistering, until you have to grow a new layer of skin, a fresh one that hasn’t been touched by death.

logan doesn’t let you. he catches your hand and whispers, “let me take care of you, darlin’.”

you lean into his bare chest and he massages shampoo into the roots of your hair, over your scalp until it foams, and then rinses it away. he runs your conditioner - the one he always claims is too expensive and why would you spend so much on hair products - through your hair, tugging gently at the strands when he notices you disappearing into your mind.

afterwards he pats you dry, and kisses every inch of your skin, reverent, on his knees before you. and then he rises to his feet and finally presses his lips to yours, soft and intimate, not rushed or heated, just reassurance that he’s here, he’s got you, and he’s not going anywhere.

“do you want to talk about it?” he asks eventually.

you shake your head, “he was just a kid.”

“i know,” logan says, rubbing his large, rough hands over your arms, up and down, “but it’s not your fault, you know that. you can’t control what other people do. d’you blame storm for what happened?”

“no!” you exclaim, eyes wide at the implication that one of your best friends could have caused the boys death.

“but she was on the mission with you,” logan comments, and you shake your head, “if you don’t blame her, you can’t blame yourself. neither of you knew, you couldn’t’ve stopped it.”

“maybe,” you say. you don’t really believe it, but logan knows it’ll take you time to get back to your usual happy self, and he’s fine with staying by your side, whispering praise and reassurance until you start to believe him again.

afterwards, he puts on your favourite movie. he spends the whole time making fun of the characters and their decisions, grumbling about how movies will base their entire plot progression on actions no real, rational person would ever do, until you giggle wetly and slap him in the arm, telling him to shut up and let you watch the film.

you lean back into the circle of his arms and he holds you tight, occasionally wiping stray tears that run down your cheeks. there’s less tension in your muscles now, but you’re not quite relaxed, so he shuffles the two of you around until he can massage your shoulders and back.

you moan at the feeling, sinking into the sensation of his large hands working at the knots, until you’re putty for him. you feel warm and fuzzy by the time his hands start to stray down, massaging your thighs.

“feelin’ better?” he asks as the end credits roll, pressing a kiss to your hair.

“yeah,” you sigh, “thank you for taking care of me.”

[rose-petles]

니키 - Empty classroom’s -> N.KI

Synopsis -> Sex, sex in school bathroom, Jelousy, over 18! Sex without protection, daddy kink, dirty talk.

Paring -> BadBoyBf!Niki x SoftieGfFem!Reader

Synopsis -> He’s jealous of another boy talking to his girl.

You were talking to one of your male classmates, Leehan, you guys were talking about the project that your science teacher set that was due in two weeks.

It was about doing some research and writing an essay. Lucky for you, you got a nerd to work with so it would be more easier.

As you were talking, you felt a tap on your shoulder as you turned you saw that it was your boyfriend, Niki. Niki was a bad-boy, well that what people call him as he’s either in trouble or causing fights with someone.

He glared at Leehan then at you, “Why are you talking to him..?” He asks the obvious jealousy shown on his face.

You looked him in the eyes, “We were just talking about a science project we have to do..” you said, trying to explain to him why you were talking and walking with leehan in the first place.

He took your hand and pulled you behind him. He then looked at leehan.. “I don’t want to see you ever talk to my girlfriend again.. you hear me..?”

Leehan pushed up his glasses, “Well then how are me and Y/n supposed to get the project done..?”

“I don’t know and I don’t care..” Niki said rolling his eyes and walking off, dragging you into an empty classroom.

You gulped, you knew how niki could get when he was being jealous.

He pinned you against the wall as he stared into your eyes, “You got anything to say about what happened back there..?” He asked, gritting his teeth.

You spoke up, “W-well I—” but before you could finish, Niki kissed you.

You hummed into the kiss, you felt as his tongue entered your mouth and started to explode it. Which made you whimper and go weak in the knees.

The kiss broke as you pulled back for air, gasping as you feel his lips kissing your neck.

He left wet kisses before stopping and giving you a Hickey on the right side on your neck. “Ah.. N-niki w-wait..!” You tired to stop him, but it was too late.

He already was gonna mark you, showing everyone that you’re his and only his.

You let out a whimper, your neck leaning back to give him more space. You had your eyes closed as you tried to concentrate on the pleasure he was giving you.

He groaned, moving his head from your neck to look down at you. As you guys locked eyes he moved his hands to your sides. “You mine and only mine.. got that sweetie?”

He gripped your waist causing you to whimper. He leaned back in and kissed you, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he moved one on his hands between your legs.

Causing you to let out a small moan, “Hmm you like that, huh?” He chuckled as he continued to rub up and down your wet folds through your underwear.

He continued to rub your cunt as he whispered dirty talk into your ears, “Hmm just getting all worked up over my fingers baby..”

You felt as his fingers started to pump in and out of your cunt, “Hmm my baby’s hole is tight.. no matter how much times I fuck you..huh..? I wonder if you really take me..”

“H-hmpf.. fuck.. niki..” you moaned as he chuckled as you state before pulling away his hand from inside you.

“Nuh huh, we’re not done yet..” he turned you around and held your hips, “I know you can take it..” You look behind you to see him unzipping his jeans and pulling out his huge girthy dick.

You gulped, well you’ve taken him funny before but he was always big. He then lifted your skirt and moved your panties to the side, he then rubbed his tip all over your folds to gather all your slick to use as lube.

You whined, “Impatient are we now?..” he stopped the teasing and he alined the tip of his cock to your hole.

“Hmm now gonna get what you want princess..” he mumbled as he slowly pushed inside you.

“A-ah fuck..” Your brows frowned as you had your mouth in an ‘o’ shape.

He started pounding into your tight little cunt as you whimpered about it ‘being too big’ and that ‘Its making you feel so full’.

He pulled up your top and let your tits hang out as her massaged them and praised them for how ‘they perfectly fitted his hands’ and that he ‘loved your perky pink breasts’.

He grunted, “hmm so you like that? Huh? You like my big fucking cock pounding deep into your tight little pussy eh?” He muttered as he continued to thrust into you.

“..yes..ahmm..”

“Yes.. who?” He took your arms and held them behind your back as he pounded into you.

“Ye.. yes.. daddy..” You whimpered as you felt yourself coming closer and closer to the edge.

“Haa.. fuck.. who’s pussy does this belong to?...” her groaned as he picked up his pace.

“All.. ah hunggg Yours..daddy haa all yours~” you couldn’t even think straight. All that could be heard was your moans and his grunts.

“I-im.. hmpff close d-.. daddy..” you whimpered as you started to clench around him.

“Hmm cum for me baby… I’m close too.. daddy’s close...” His thrusts came sloppy indicating that he was close to cuming as well as you are.

After a few more thrusts you felt his seed fill you up, “Oh shit i’m cumin, I’m cumin..” He grunted as he held you close.

“Oh.. niki.. i’n f-fxck..” You also came all over his cock, so as he pulled out of you. Your and his cum dripped out of your aching hole as you held onto the wall for support.

He pulled your underwear back then let down your skirt, he pulled back your shirt down and fixed you up. As if he didn’t just take you here in one of the empty classrooms.

He then tucked away his cock before zipping back up his trousers and putting back on his belt.

Niki then kissed your cheek before walking out and leaving you there in the empty classroom all by yourself.

Your legs shaking and now you fulled with his cum.

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[luvsickbugs]

TRENCH COAT

Character: Remy 'Gambit' Lebeau x male reader

Plot: What happens in vegas stays in vegas.

Warnings: Smut, Top Remy, Bottom male reader, Mentions of riding, Mentions of rogue, hair pulling, vibrating hands (idk honestly, i think i saw it in a tweet once.) Dick size gets mentioned and there is alot of teasing, kinda actually has a plot. (I think that's it, I wrote his accent like mine is and how people around me sound, i tried to even add extra twang hopefully its good!!)

The bathroom door pushes open and Remy's snores come to a halt as the light shined across his face, He groans and rub his face. He leans up on his elbows and squints his eyes, His face quickly heats up when his eyes focus on the man in the doorway.

His eyes dart up and down at the clothes you were wearing-- You were only wearing two pieces of clothes but the sight of them was making everything on him go warm.

You were wearing those tight white boxers that Rogue had got you as a gag gift for valentines and a trenchcoat- his trenchcoat. It looked perfect on you, It fit you wonderfully, Not too big or too small.

His mouth dried up as his lips stretched into a grin, His eyes faltered for a second on the marks on your collarbones, "Somethin' 'bout you wearing my coat gives me a mighty big feelin' of possessiveness, cher." His eyes finally go back up to your face.

You shook your head and rubbed your eyes, You had just grabbed the first thing you saw to cover yourself to go piss.

When you got closer to the bed, Remy hooked his fingers into the pockets on the side of the coat and tugged you forward till your knees hit the mattress. "Lemme cuddle for a bit." He wanted you against him, He already felt cold even though he had two thick blankets covering him. He wanted your legs between his and your hands in his hair, He wanted you all over him.

When the blankets were lifted, You crawled under the covers. Your legs naturally found Remy's legs and you threw one of your legs around his waist, He was warm. You felt his hand slip under the trenchcoat and laid flatly against your side, His fingers lightly tracing up and down. It felt nice, He felt nice against you.

Remy buried his face into your hair, He kissed your head before leaning back and cupping your jaw to stare at you, "Good mornin'," He grinned, "I feel like I got hit by that motorcycle of yers, Did ya really ride me that hard last night?" He leans down and kisses your forehead.

You laughed and pushed his face away, "Don't be so vulgar."

He leaned into your hand and kissed your palm, "Ain't vulgar if it's true," He kept eye contact with you, He knew eye contact made you squirm. "Besides, Gambit's only askin' a question."

He smirked when he watched you turn your head away from him, His hand that was under the trench coat dragged his fingers down till they grazed the waistband of your boxers. His smirk grew when he felt your hips move up against his fingers. "You usually wear more clothes than just gambits coats an' those tightey whiteys you call boxers."

"They aren't that tight." You mumbled, You felt the flush crawl up your neck and your heart was beating fast and the teasing fingertips dipping in and out of your waistband didn't help.

"They are tight," He hooked the waistband with his index finger, "Don't see why you feel the need to wear 'em so small. You tryin' to show off?"

Remy slipped his index out of the waistband and instead traced your obvious bulge, He felt you twitch under his fingertips, "They're almost indecent." He swallowed, He just wanted to take them off you and make you feel so good. You looked so pretty laying beside him, He could feel your fingers tracing his collarbones and it just made a shiver go down his spine and his own cock pushed against his boxers. "Might as well not even be there."

You wrapped your hand around his wrist-- God, He wants that hand to be wrapped around something else. Fucking your hand would be enough as long as you look up at him with those pretty eyes and talk to him and he'd be set. He just needed you. It has never mattered what way, He'd have you any way you'd let him.

A groan left you and your hand tightened around his wrist, You wanted to jut your hips against his hand for any friction, But you knew as soon you did that he'd pull his hand away. He was a bastard. "It's just the brand Rogue got."

Remy scoffs, He stares down at you and you squeeze his wrist tighter, He laughs softly, "They basically are see-through," He takes his free hand and drags it down your chest, "Can see more comin' out of these than out of those damn shorts on yer suit. Don't take that as complainin' 'cause I ain't."

"You aren't supposed to look at me doing missions."

"And you're not supposed to be fightin' in something so damn small," He murmured, "Can see yer everything, There ain't much left to the imagination."

He moved his free hand down your chest and cupped you, "You expectin' me to ignore a view like that when I know I'm the only one who's allowed to see it?"

Your breath hitched and your grip loosened on his wrist, "and rogue."

He squeezed you, Just to hear the small gasps, "Don't know how the hell she resists you sometimes." He grumbled, He watched as a small wet spot formed on the front of your boxers. He rubbed your tip through the fabric and your hips jutted up against him. He smirked and stopped moving his thumb.

Your hips jutted upwards again, You groaned when he pulled his hand fully away, "She has this nice thing called restraint and control."

Remy chuckles, He moved so he was positioned in between your legs and leaned over you to kiss you on your collarbone and up your neck. "I don't have an ounce of restraint or control, 'specially when it comes to you two, cher."

You leaned your head back and hummed, Your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of his lips against your skin, "You need to work on that."

He smiled against your skin, His hands grabbed at your sides, "It'd be a boring life if Gambit was on his best behaviour all the time."

A laugh escaped you when his stubble brushed against your jaw, "You drool when we stand close together and if we're in our suits, You melt."

The sound of your laugh made him grin, He closed his eyes and he just wanted to soak all of you in, He was smitten. "I'm only human, darlin', ain't got the same self-discipline as you." He kissed your jaw, He wanted to make you laugh again. "I oughta just start wearin' a bib."

"Besides," He murmured against your skin, His hand drifting back downwards, "I'm still holdin' up pretty well, All things considered."

Remy kissed every spot on your neck that he had missed last night, He grazed his teeth against your collarbone. He watched as you leaned your head back to give him more room.

"Are you?" Your voice was quiet and your eyes were closed, You were just focusing on him.

"You've currently got my hand in ya underwear," He squeezed against you and a gasp left you, The feeling shooting up your spine and your cock pushed more against his fingers. "My hard on pressin' against ya ass as we speak ... so, yes, I'd say I'm doing pretty well."

You grab onto his shoulders, Your fingers dig into the flesh and you spread your legs to wrap around his waist, You could feel him through his own underwear and it just made you want to whine. But you didn't want to fuel his ego, You physical had to swallow it down.

He grabbed onto your thigh, His fingers couldn't fully wrap around the flesh but just the sight of his slender fingers made you feel empty. "Vous allez me tuer, cher."

You felt yourself twitch, Fuck, You needed him and he obviously needed you.

You grab onto his hair and pull him to your face, "Get the lube," You whispered. "It's in my bedside table."

The response he gave you was a shaky breath as he leaned forward, which just made him push his dick more up against you. He grabbed your jaw and kissed you, It was sloppy. You could hear him fumbling in the drawer with his hand.

You tighten your hand in his hair, It was soft in between your fingers. You tugged the strands to make his head turn and give you more control in the messy kiss.

"Merde-" Remy groaned, He pulled back from the kiss and he was gasping for air. He glanced over to the bedside drawer and he wrapped his hand around the bottle. A shiver ran down his body and straight to his cock when he felt your lips against his jaw. He fumbled with the cap, But he just couldn't focus on opening the damn bottle. "Ya gonna have to let me sit up."

You kissed along his jaw line and whispered, "Just focus." You guided his head to turn the other way, You wanted to kiss every inch of him. You felt him shiver against you and gasp as you kept kissing his neck. Your fingers wrap around his jaw to keep his face still.

"Hard to do that when you keep doin' that." He grumbled, He's got the cap inbetween his teeth now and he's trying to pull it off.

"Condoms." You just remembered that those were needed, You blinked and leaned back and your hand trailed down from his jaw to his collar bone. You felt his throat move as he swallowed. "The large should be in the drawer."

Remy looked towards the drawer, The lube tube hanging from his mouth like a dog toy. You could see lube dripping down his chin from where his teeth pierced the plastic. He grabbed the condoms, Your hand still in his hair and you pulled him back towards you with it.

"Y'know," Remy pulled the lube from his mouth with one hand and the other hand had the whole box of condoms. "Gambit thinks ya got a kink for usin' ol' remy's hair as a damn leash."

"Works doesn't it?"

Remy lets the condoms box fall beside them, A few of them spilled out onto the sheets, "Can't argue with that," He gave your thigh a hard squeeze, "Just might have to return the favor, cher."

You raised a brow and brought your thumb to his chin and wipe off the lube that had dripped onto the skin, "You're just a mess," You mumble, "Is this shit even edible?"

His shoulders lifted then fell and his head dipped a inch to lick the lube off the tip and he tilted his head in mock thought, "It tastes like cherry," He nibbled on your thumb with a grin and he kept his red eyes on your own. "So it must be, no?"

You can't help the laugh that climbs out of your throat, Your lips stretched into a grin, "Give it here," You moved your hand away from his teeth, "Best make sure you won't fall over and die on me."

"I aint gonna die from some cheap lube," He huffed, But he tossed it onto your chest.

You flip the box, "Lucks on your side," You looked back at him, "Its a water based formula."

"Now," Remy smirked, "Let's get back to business, shall we, mon cher?" He placed his hands on each side of your head and leaned down to kiss you, He wanted to part your lips with his tongue, He wanted to taste you so fucking badly but he pulled back a few inches to whisper, "Top or bottom?"

You almost wanted to laugh, but you pursed your lips and answered, "You grabbed your condoms, So ill just bottom."

He immediately dipped his head and kissed your neck, He felt your adams apple move as you swallowed and he felt each breath you took, god, He could die doing this. "Just lemme-" He grabbed the lube and pulled his glove off with his teeth, He left his glove on once while jacking you off and it took forever to get the stains out. "just lemme finish preparin' and i'll give ya exactly what ya need."

He grabbed the underside of you knees and pulled them apart, "Merde," He swallowed as he stared at you with hunger in his pretty eyes, He added a ton of lube on two of his fingers and he dipped his hand in between your thighs. "So pretty." He whispered as he slipped a finger in, He watched as you turned your head away and covered your mouth with the palm of your hand.

Remy tsked, "Cher, We're going to have a word about all that noise that ain't being made." He leaned forward and snatched your hand away before curling his finger inside of you, His fingertip searching for that bundle of nerves.

"Fuck--"

"There it is!" He laughed, He nipped at the inside of your thigh, "Ya get too quiet sometimes."

"You talk too much," You grumble and your hips dug down and took more of his slender finger inside, "and don't do alot."

"You- We both know," He slid another finger in, "that's a damn lie."

He kissed on your thigh, "Don't go forgetting who makes sure ya don't walk normal for days after our little meetups, cher."

"Bit cocky," You gasped as you closed your eyes and you began to fuck yourself on the two fingers.

Remy's fingers move and he pushes against that bundle and then stops just to push everywhere around that spot, "When i'm right, I'm right." He grazed your thigh with his teeth, "You'll be the one walking funny, not gambit."

Your back lifted off the sheets as he taunted you with not pushing that bundle of nerves again, Your hips moved downwards trying to make him brush against it, Your dick was aching and you knew it was weeping precum at this point, You felt it dripping down the side.

Remy pulled out and wiped his fingers on the sheets as he grabbed one of the condoms with his other hand, "Taking that as a compliment," He grinned and he ran a hand through his hair and out of his face, "Though," He pulled the wrapper off, "your about to be able to tell how hot you are and how damn good remy is in--" He slipped the condom on and smirked as he looked down at you, "in thirty seconds or so."

He leaned forward and grabbed a pillow, "Iift up f'me," He shoved the pillow under your hips when you lifted them.

You wrapped your leg around his hip and the other found its place on his shoulder, His hands found their place on your knees again, He swallowed and looked up at the ceiling, "Careful," He looked back down, "Might just take this as you wanting it rough, mon cher."

He slowly pushed his hips forward and he felt you swallowing him whole and with a groan and after one pause he was fully in, His head dipped down and he murmured something in french that your ears couldn't catch.

Your hands climbed their way up his neck and back into his hair as your back lifted up and your mouth opened with a groan.

"Ya hellbent on destroying those perfectly styled tresses of mine, aint ya, cher?" He slipped out a few inches before pushing back in, His eyes rolled back in his head at the warm feeling of you around him.

Your hands pull his face down towards your own as your teeth dug into your bottom lip, He shook his head as he looked down at you, "No, no," He poked your cheek with his thumb, "youre gonna keep makin' those damn sweet sounds--"

Your lips met his and he gasped when your teeth sunk into his bottom lip, His hips jutted forward at the sting. You pulled back and he blinked, "oh." He leaned back down to get your lips against his again.

"faster," You murmur as your hand pushed at the back of his head to push him closer to you, You felt him twitch inside of you as he moved a hand down to your thigh, That gave you a wonderful idea. The leg around remy's hip pushed against the small of the red haired's back to push him deeper inside of you.

"Merde--" Remy whines, His lips brush against your chin as his head ducked down to stare at the place you two connect at. He moved his hips in a familiar pace, His hand tightened around your thigh as he tried to ground himself. You were just so warm and good and that fucking mouth of yours, jesus, you were going to kill him. "If ya aint good."

You kissed his forehead and his head shot up which gave you the perfect angle to kiss his jaw, which you gladly did. You placed sloppy kisses all over the flesh.

"Darlin'" His hips move quicker and his voice gets more whiny.

"hm?" Your kisses stop as you get closer to his ear. His dick drug pass that spot and your eyes fluttered as you moaned, Your fingers nails dug into scalp as you started to move your hips to met his and his head dipped down to bury itself against your neck, He kissed your skin, which made your turn your head to give him more room.

Your leg around his waist pushed against his back again which this time made him lurch forward and his stomach brushed against your abandoned cock, That made the feeling in your stomach get worse and your cock weeped even more. You opened your mouth to ask remy to touch you but all that came out was more moans.

"I aint gonna last another goddamn minute if you keep this up," His thrust grows faster and then it stops immediately. A whine escapes your throat as remy gasps for breath above you, "I gotta change the damn position, cher."

He kissed your neck and leaned back up, He looked down at you, He moved his thumb to hook inside of your mouth, "Don't worry," He murmured as he moved his thumb around your mouth covering it in spit, "You won't be empty for too long."

Your brows furrowed for a second but before you could even process a question he pulled out and rolled over so he was laying down beside you, His thumb slipped out of your mouth, now both your holes were empty, how annoying.

Remy pats his thigh, "Come on, darlin'," He beckoned you with a curl of his index finger, "Ride me."

"Not even a please?" You whispered. Not that he needed to beg, you would gladly ride him all night long if he so wished.

"Ya know damn well the please is heavily implied." He grumbled, He moved his hands to his side as you climbed onto him. His hands went back to your hips.

"You gonna be good f'me, mon cher?" He leaned back onto the pillows and up at you.

"I feel like that question might be more for you then me," You grabbed his cock in your hand and slipped it back in, It was such a wonderful feeling and your head fell back as you sighed and your eyes closed as you soaked up the feeling of remy becoming one with you.

"Ha, You're real funny," His nails dug into your skin, "How's the view? You enjoying it?"

You tilted your head as you stared down at him, He did look beautiful, his red hair was spewed across the pillowcase and his cheeks were a dusted pink, You could see the marks you left on his chest and neck the night before. You moved your hand to lay flat against his chest and you felt each breath he took as his chest lifted and fell, god, he was so pretty. You could just bite him.

You began moving up and down, His body arched and his neck was bared to you, Something overcame you and your fingers wrapped around his throat as you went faster.

"You really are going to kill me, cher," He whined, His hips began moving up to met you in the middle. It had you groaning and squeezing tighter around his neck.

The sound of flesh hitting each other bounced off the walls and the room was filled with the sounds of both of you groaning and moaning each other's praises.

"A damn kiss would be good f'me right now," Remy moaned, His hips went faster to met your slower movements that made your head swim. "Come on, be a good boy and kiss ya man."

You nodded, he felt so deep inside you, so fucking good. You leaned down to give him a quick peck.

His hips started to go faster, Which made you moan and your back arched, your fingers dug into his shoulders. Your eyelids closed and your mouth opened to let out all the noises that climbed up your throat.

"Mmmmf-" Remy groaned, He pulls you down faster on his cock, you felt so good and warm and there was that squeeze you did ever few seconds that just made him--

You felt the condom swell inside of you and your brows furrowed and you gasped for air, "Did you just...?" you questioned him as his hips slowed down.

His head fell back against the pillows with a groan, "Yeah," He closed his eyes as he took deep breaths and you watched his chest go up and down quite quickly, "I have a damn good excuse, cher."

"Yeah?" Your own cock was still abandoned and weeping as it brushed against the abs in front of you and each brush made your hips lift, You wanted to paint remy's skin in you.

"Shaddup," He swatted your side, "I swear im not this quick, usually."

You nodded and leaned down to place your hands by his head as you started to lift your hips again to chase your own release.

"Oh--" He whined. He stares up at you, his eyes scan every inch of you and he couldn't help but admire you. The small shine that decorated your skin from the lamp on the bedside, Every thing about your body was perfect to him and he wanted to kiss all of it.

"Keep going?"

"Hell yeah," He nodded, "I aint nowhere done with ya, cher." He moves his hand down to grab your weeping cock, His thumb rubbed against the tip. You immediately reacted and thrusted up into his hand you moaned, The feeling of finally being touched was amazing. Your head was feeling light and that knot in your stomach tightened as you fucked his hand.

"Ya just love gambit's hand on ya," His hand squeezed the base of your cock and he slowed down his hips to match the pace of his hand.

You were being drowned in pleasure, You couldn't decide if you wanted to fuck yourself on his dick or fuck his hand, Both felt so good, everything felt so fucking good. You whined and thrusted in his hand, your tip brushed against his stomach and fucking hell--

Your back arched as you grabbed onto his shoulders, He was so deep inside of you and his hand was warm and squeezed you every few seconds, sweet jesus, this man was amazing.

"Not so gentle tonight," He smirked up at you, "are we, mon cher?" His breath hitched at the nails digging into his skin, it was definitely going to leave crescent shapes.

You blinked as his words met your ears and you leaned down to kiss on his collarbones for a silent apology.

"You're not sorry," He laughed, His hand tightened and slowly dragged themselves from the base to the tip.

You kissed the crescent shapes and looked up at him with eyes that you knew made him melt inside and his knees into noodles. Your mind swam at the feeling of his hand, You tried to focus but all you wanted to do was fuck his hand.

"Ya gonna apologize to every mark you'd made," He questioned, His free hand drug its nails against your scalp and through the strands. He watched as you nodded.

"Damn good manners," He looked down and watched you fuck his hand and the way your mouth opened, He wouldn't be surprised if you started drooling. The idea of you doing something that pathetic made him flush, He would have to see if that would be something you'd find hot. "Gambit likes those manners."

You head tilted to the side and laid against his chest, You moaned as your hips kept fucking his hand. Your head was swimming and you only had one thought, like a dog in heat. All you could do was fuck and whimper.

"Ya close, darlin'?" He loosened his hand on your cock, "I know that whimper ya get every time ya get close."

Your hips faltered but he picked up your slack, Your eyes rolled back into your head. "Shit." You whined.

"Ah-ah," He chided, "language."

Your head struggled to process the words because if you did process them you wouldve made a comment about how he uses that language as well, But you couldn't process shit as his hips started to move again with the same fast pace as his hand. Your legs were starting to burn as you moved up and down, you were slowing down now.

You whined when you felt his hands start to vibrate, It was a weird sensation and something that you didn't even know he could do. You looked down to see his hands growing that familiar pink hue that comes from his powers, "When did you learn you could do that?" The vibrations were rushing up your spine and it made you want to release even more, You were getting closer to the edge now and his thumb-- vibrating thumb at that was pushing against your tip and smearing your precum all over your cock, "Ah- fuck- remy-"

"Ya say that like i wasn't doing all sorts of fun with my powers since the beginning." Remy laughs, He drags his thumb down from the tip and down the underside of your cock all the way to your balls, which he cupped in his palm. He tilts his head and watches every little emotion that crosses your face, His eyes dart all over your body watching every reaction that your body makes, like you were his own personal experiment.

Your head fell back and your hips dug down, All your thoughts were mush, You couldn't even think properly right now, All you think about was his cock and his hands and those beautiful eyes of his that seemed to be glued to you.

"Ya like that, don't ya?" His hand moved to wrap itself back around your length and it moved down to the base and sat there, "Ya getting close, cher?"

You nodded, The knot in your stomach was getting tighter and you wanted to unloosen it, You leaned down and buried your face in his shoulders and your mouth opened to bury your teeth in his flesh.

"Gonna make a mess on gambit's chest?" He groaned at the feeling and his hips were starting to falter again.

Your let go of his flesh and turned your head to be buried in his neck instead, "sweet jesus." you whined.

"That a prayer, cher?" He moved his other hand to grasp your balls, "Gonna keep moaning f'me like a pretty little thing?" His hand started to vibrate around your balls as your eyes rolled back into your head, "Make me feel like the lucky one here, cher."

Your teeth sunk back into him as you finally came, The feeling made your head feel fuzzy and your body relaxed into his, God, that felt good.

"ah-ah," He chided, "Watch those damn fangs." His hand grabbed onto your locks and pulled you back, He glanced down at his shoulder and he was sure he could count all your teeth in the mark, "Damn, cher, gonna have a mark for a week."

"Sorry," You swallowed, Your eyes blinked slowly as you stared at him. You felt so good, right now.

"Better be," He smiled at you, He released your hair and patted your cheek, "damn sharp teeth ya got there."

You lifted your hips a little to slip him out and flopped onto the pillows beside him.

"Tired, darlin'?" He leaned up and grabbed a handful of tissues off the bedside, he leaned back on his thighs and began wiping your stomach clean before doing himself.

"What are we gonna tell charles and erik?" The fact that you two weren't supposed to be together this night came rushing back to your mind ruining every good feeling you just had.

"Nothin'?" Remy laughed awkwardly, "We're grown ass adults-" He pulled the condom off his cock and cleaned himself off fully, "They don't need to know."

"I know that," You grumble, You watched every move he made.

"Ya think they're suspicious we're bangin'?" He teased, He tossed the used condom and tissue into the bin beside the bed. He laid down on the pillow beside you.

"Erik will probably think you're corrupting me," You teased.

"Erik has called me worse, cher," He grabbed his cigarette off the bedside and fumbled with the lighter, He took a deep breath once he finally got it lit.

You stared at his lips that were wrapped around the end of the cig, "What time is the flight tomorrow?"

"bout noon," He held the cigarette out for you to take a drag. You shook your head, you didn't want to smoke right now. He brought it back to his lips, "Ya gonna stay up all night?"

"no."

His free hand ran its way through your hair, "Gambit isn't gonna let ya sit here and worry all night about the professor and that metalhead."

You laughed, "Metal head."

"They'll say their piece, We'll tell em a lie, then we'll go back to bangin'" He blew some smoke up towards your face, Which in response you lightly shoved his face away. "Rude."

"Goodnight, remy," You patted his chest before rolling over onto your side and closing your eyes, You tried to ignore as your boss -- erik -- face flicked into your head.

"Night, cher."

Now it was just a waiting game, It was time to see who would leave first. It always happened the same way: one of you would wake up first and leave without waking the other. The one who left would always make sure to leave a stack of cash on the bedside to cover all expenses.

It was just a question on who would it be this time?

[anonimusunnoaniswriting]

Can I request Orc Nanami x reader smut? Nanami is desperate to mate with the reader, and tries to avoid her through the day. Professional of course. Unfortunately, he can’t and when the reader corners him in his office at the end of the day he explains the situation. The reader helps him although they’re quite loud. And Nanami tries to be gentle.

Anon, I hope I did your idea justice! It's a little different but I hope I was able to bring it to life!

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑵𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝑻𝒐 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒀𝒐𝒖 (𝑶𝒓𝒄!𝑵𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒙𝑻𝒂𝒍𝒍!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓)

Warnings: semi-public, p in v, office sex.

You had one leg propped onto the table, the other carelessly hung over its edge. Your skirt was bunched up around your waist and held there by your lover's massive body.

The same orc had his head buried in the crook of your neck as he sucked lazily on the delicate skin. There would be a new bruise there the next morning. You were sure of it. All the while Nanami’s hips fucked into your pussy roughly.

“Nanami-oh—” his cock thrust up into you, cutting you off. You tried again. “Nanami, someone could see us.”

“Darling, I– need you– the whole day—” your orc rasped. The pace he had found picked up ever so slightly and you felt split open on him. A large hand sneaked under your blouse pawing at your breast.

“Oh- Nanami. You might as well take my blouse off at this rate. And your shirt while you're at it.”

It had been the fault of this very blouse and skirt – Nanami knew – that he had sunk so low. Looking was one thing. A gentle pat on your bum too would not have made his ears so pink. But the way your breasts bounced under the lavender blouse he picked for you that day had his eyes glued to your form. It definitely didn't help him to see you bend down to pick up some scattered papers. And look back up to see him staring at your ass in the tight white skirt, slack jawed. You had offered him a bright smile and gone on your way while Nanami spent the remainder of the day hunched behind his desk, lest anyone see his rock hard boner. It was painful too. Finally, unable to take it anymore, he'd called for you under the pretext of bringing him some file or the other. No sooner had you entered the room, than he had you pulled into him, grinding his hips against your soft tummy.

It did not take long for you to be lifted onto his desk amidst a scattering of “please” and “need yous”. Sloppy kisses were laid against your lips, dripping down to your jaw, then your shoulder. Nanami’s cock prodded against your thigh and you reached down to relieve it for him. It sprang out into your waiting hand making the man hiss against your skin. His teeth nipped at your collarbone causing you to cry out softly, still aware that the door was unlocked and anyone could have walked in.

“Nanami. We'll be caught!” Your whisper was met by deaf ears.

“Let me put it in? Please? Been dreaming of feeling that tight little pussy around me all day. Please baby.” Nanami lifted his head. Heavy lids opened to look up at you teasingly and his pink lips, parted ever so slightly by his large tusks. Your head nodded…

So now here you were; hoisted onto a desk, as your loving orc fucked you chasing a release he had longed for since the starting of his day.

“Look at me.” Nanami tucked a finger under your chin lifting your head. Your eyes met his.

He slipped his thumb between your glossy lips.

“Suck.”

You wrapped your lips around the digit, tongue lain flat against it and did exactly that. By now it had become almost second nature to you. Nanami could feel it flicking up and down against his skin and couldn't stop himself from remembering how you did that to his cock every time.

Nanami grunted. His cock twitched inside you, “Almost,”

You reached out a hand to grasp at his arm, looking him in the eye, as you pulled it out of your mouth with a pop.

“Cum in me then,” you softly moaned.

The little trigger of your voice was all it took. Nanami spilled inside your warmth with a loud grunt, panting heavily.

He pulled out slowly wincing. “Do you have anything that can't wait till tomorrow?”

You shook your head.

“Good. I'll meet you at the car.”

[diamonddaze01]

on coffee and confessions

Pairing: xmh x reader | wc: 1k a/n: based on that one tiktok trend where people ask their significant others to make them a coffee // I am so late but - happy (belated) birthday minghao i adore you

The first gentle rays of dawn peek through your window, casting a golden hue over the tangled sheets and throwing soft, shifting shadows across the room. You’re not fully awake yet, lying in the delicious limbo between sleep and consciousness, cocooned in the warmth of the bed and Minghao’s steady presence beside you.

His arm is slung over your waist, anchoring you against him, and you feel his breath fanning lightly against your neck, a slow and steady rhythm that mirrors your own. His legs are tangled up with yours beneath the blankets, every inch of him pressed close, as if even in sleep, he’s instinctively reaching out to keep you near. You shift slightly, just enough to pull him closer, and you feel him stir, his fingers instinctively tracing little, sleepy circles along your hip as he presses his face further into the curve of your neck.

A lazy smile tugs at your lips, and you let out a soft, breathy laugh. He hums in response, his lips brushing against the skin of your shoulder as he lets out a long, contented sigh, seeming to wake up just enough to squeeze you tighter. “Good morning,” he murmurs, voice thick and warm with sleep, a sound so comforting it wraps around you like the blankets you’re both cocooned in.

“Good morning,” you whisper back, closing your eyes and savoring the cozy quiet of the early morning, feeling like the world beyond these four walls doesn’t exist. His hand moves up to your back, fingers gliding softly over your spine, tracing invisible patterns that make you shiver, and you feel a little thrill at how easily he knows just how to make you melt.

In a lazy, playful tone, you ask, “Hey, baby, would you make me a cup of coffee?” There’s no rush behind your words, no real expectation—just the gentle banter that comes with mornings like this.

You feel him pause behind you, and he shifts, lifting his head just enough to look down at you, an amused glint in his barely-open eyes. “Coffee?” he echoes, his voice lilting with that endearing mix of surprise and mischief that always manages to make your heart skip a beat.

Then, without warning, he leans in closer, brushing a trail of soft kisses from your shoulder to the curve of your neck, pausing to nuzzle his nose against your skin. You giggle, helpless against the tickling warmth of his breath, and he lets out a low laugh, savoring your reaction.

“Beloved,” he says, his voice a soft murmur in your ear, holding that playful, poetic tone he uses when he’s in the mood to make you blush, “if you but asked, I would rearrange the very heavens so that the stars spelled your name. I would carve your likeness onto the face of the moon so that everyone who looked into the night sky would know the joy I feel when I look at you.”

Your cheeks heat up, and you can’t hold back a grin, biting your lip as you meet his gaze, his words sinking into you like honey. “You’re ridiculous,” you whisper, but there’s no real protest behind it. You’re too charmed, too wrapped up in the intensity of his gaze, the softness in his touch.

He just raises an eyebrow, feigning surprise. “What, you don’t believe me?” he asks, his voice light and teasing. But before you can respond, he’s shifting again, propping himself up on one elbow, leaning over you so that his face is only inches from yours.

“I’d do anything for you,” he murmurs, his voice softer now, no trace of the earlier humor—just a steady, quiet sincerity that steals your breath. “If a cup of coffee is all you want, it’s yours. But if you asked me to give you the whole sky… the gods themselves would find themselves slain at my hand if they tried to stop me.”

You’re silent, momentarily struck by the intensity in his gaze, the raw honesty of his words. He reaches up, his thumb brushing softly over your cheek, and you lean into his touch, your heart thrumming at the tenderness in his eyes.

Unable to hold back, you reach up and pull him closer, your lips meeting his in a slow, lingering kiss. He kisses you back just as softly, savoring the moment, his hand resting lightly against the curve of your jaw as if you’re something precious, something he doesn’t want to let go of.

After a long, quiet moment, he pulls back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, his eyes still closed, and you’re both quiet, breathing in sync as you stay tangled up in each other. It’s the kind of morning that makes time feel like it’s stretching on forever, where you could stay wrapped up in him like this, in the warmth and softness of the moment, for as long as you like.

He lets out a long, contented sigh, finally opening his eyes to meet yours again, his expression so full of quiet affection it makes you feel like you could melt. “So,” he says, the corners of his mouth quirking up into a smirk, “about that coffee?”

You laugh, rolling your eyes as you playfully nudge him. “All that, and you’re still leaving me to get it myself?”

He chuckles, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close, resting his chin atop your head. “Alright, alright,” he says, finally untangling himself from the blankets as he sits up, stretching with a soft groan before leaning back down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. “One coffee, coming right up.”

As he slips out of bed and heads for the kitchen, you watch him go, feeling a warmth that has nothing to do with the morning sun spilling across the room. He glances back over his shoulder, catching your gaze with a soft smile before he disappears around the corner, and you find yourself smiling back, your heart full in a way that words can’t describe.

[fanfics4all]

Tension

Request: Yes / No Ok ok ok first of all i am obsessed with your fics. Thank you sm for my other request it was amazing. So, this time :) Can you do a daryl dixon mutual pining but like angry sex. Dom daryl ofc. Like they have this unspoken thing going on between them and reader pisses him off so he kinda confesses his feelings in a smutty daryl way @madammarvellous-blog1

Don’t be shy, request things! <3 Have a nice day/night

Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 1992

Warnings: SMUT!

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In the dimly lit confines of the abandoned building, everything felt electrified with tension. The air was thick with unspoken words and burning desire, and we constantly danced around that invisible wall that separated our true feelings and personas. I could feel the heat radiating off him as he glared at me, those stormy blue eyes sparkling with irritation. 

“What the hell do you think you were doin’? He growled, making my heart race. He’s always been dominating and assertive, the kind of man who didn’t just want me, but claim me. I rolled my eyes, trying to maintain my composure, but the tension was unmistakable. 

“I didn’t do anything, Daryl.” I shot back, my voice dripping with defiance. 

With one swift movement, he closed the distance between us, his presence overwhelming. It sent a shiver down my spine. His body pressed against mine and I could feel every hard muscle beneath his leather best. 

“You were reckless and could’ve gotten killed.” He hissed, breathing warm against my ear. 

“But I didn’t.” I smirked, pushing back against him, feigning innocence. I could see the flicker of raw desire in his eyes. He was losing control and he hated it. 

“Damn it!” He snarled, grabbing my wrists and pinning them against the wall above my head. 

“You think this is some fuckin’ game?” The heat from his body wrapped around me, and my breath hitched as anger and lust stirred within me. 

“That’s rich coming from you.” I scoffed. 

“You’re the one always bein’ reckless and shit.” He narrowed his eyes. 

“Better to be reckless than have a hot and cold personality.” His smirk faded from his lips, replaced by something so primal it made my body tremble. 

“You wanna know what’s cold, sweetheart? How long I’ve wanted you? How many nights I spent dreamin’ about tearing your clothes off and makin’ you scream my name.” He said, his eyes darkening. 

My heart raced as he slammed his lips onto mine, a blend of frustration and need. It was messy and breathless, tongues tangling in a passionate dance that ignited the flame burning in both of us. The taste of him was intoxication and I melted against him. Everything faded away but the way he was making me feel. 

“Tell me you want it.” He growled against my lips, his voice thick with need. 

“I want you.” I gasped. The last of his anger melted away, replaced by an overwhelming hunger. With a growl he lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as he backed me against the wall, his body covering me completely. There was no more teasing, nor more attempting to drive each other mad. This was pure lust, raw and unfiltered.

“I’m gonna show you just how much I want you.” Daryl promised. His hands roamed possessively over my curves, squeezing and groping through my shirt. I let out a soft moan, arching into his touch as his hardness pressed against my core. 

“You’ve been teasin’ me for weeks.” He growled, nipping at my bottom lip. 

“Walkin’ ‘round in these damn shorts, flaunting this sexy body. You knew exactly what you were doin’, didn’t ya?” I bit my bottom lip, looking up at him through my lashes. 

“Maybe I just wanted to drive you crazy.” His eyes darkened even more than I thought possible. 

“Well, mission fuckin’ accomplished.” In one swift move, he ripped open my shirt, sending buttons flying. I whined at the cold air hitting my sensitive nipples. 

“Fuck, look at you…” He breathed, his large hands cupping my breasts, thumbs circling my pebbled nipples. 

“Gonna mark up this pretty skin, let everyone know you’re mine.” He ducked his head, dragging his tongue along the swell of my breast before drawing one nipple into his warm mouth. I tangled my fingers in his hair, holding him close as jolts of pleasure shot straight to my throbbing clit. 

“Please, Daryl… need you so bad…” I whispered, riding my hips against the bulge in his jeans. He released my nipple with a wet pop, smirking up at me. 

“Noy yet. Gotta make you beg for it like the needy little slut you are.” He kept me pinned with his body, reaching down and palming my ass, kneading it. 

“Beg me for it, baby, let me hear how badly you need my cock.” I let out a desperate whine as Daryl’s skilled fingers dug into the soft flesh of my ass. 

“Please, Daryl, need it so bad.” I begged shamelessly, too far gone to care about the desperation in my voice. 

“I’m yours, all yours! I need your big, hard cock stretching me open, filling me up until I can’t take it anymore!” He chuckled, the sound sending shivers down my spine. 

“That’s right, you’re mine now, and I’m gonna use this tight fuckin’ cunt however I want.” He punctuated his words with a sharp smack to my ass, the stinging pain blending deliciously with the pleasure. I yelped and writhed against him, my pussy clenching around nothing. He quickly ripped my shorts off but left my panties on. 

“Fuck, you’re drippin’ all over my cock like a good girl. Bet you look so pretty split open on my dick, tits bouncing as I pound into ya.” He captured my lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing my needy whimpers. His tongue pushed into my mouth, claiming me thoroughly. I moaned into the kiss, my hands fishing his hair, pulling him impossibly closer. 

“I’m gonna fuckin’ ruin you.” He promised as he broke the kiss. 

“Once I’m done with this sweet pussy, ain’t no one gonna fuck you again.”  He pushed my panties aside and pushed into my slick folds. I cried out as his fingers found my swollen clit, rubbing tight circles around the sensitive nub. 

“Oh God, yes!” I moaned, my hips bucking wildly against his touch. He worked me mercilessly, his fingers pumping in and out of my clenching hole. My wetness smeared over his fingers, coating them. 

“Fuckin’ hell, you’re so wet.” He growled. 

“Such a dirty girl, gettin’ this turned on where anyone could walk in and see what a desperate slut you are for my cock.” I could only moan, lost in the haze of pleasure. 

“Please, Daryl, I need more.” I begged, my nails digging into his shoulders. 

“I need your big, fat cock splitting me open. Fuck me senseless. Want you to fill me up until dripping with your cum!” He smirked, wickedly, pulling his fingers from my dripping cunt. 

“Beg me for it, baby. Tell me how badly you need my cock.” His fingers trailed teasingly along my slit, barely dipping inside before pulling away. 

“Come on, slut. Beg me like you mean it. Tell me how much you need my cock wrecking this tight little pussy.” I whimpered and squirmed against the wall, desperate for more friction. 

“Please, Daryl, I need it so bad! I need your huge cock fucking me so deep I’ll feel you in my throat… ruin me, please fuck me like your personal fucktoy!” I begged. He chuckled, giving me ass another firm squeeze. 

“That’s more like it. Such a good little cock slut, ain’t ya? Can’t wait to stuff you full.” He reached down and unbuckled his belt, freeing his massive dick from his jeans. His thick and heavy head was already glistening with precum. I licked my lips hungrily eyeing his impressive length. 

“Fuck, baby, you’re huge.” I purred, reaching out to wrap my hand around his shaft. 

“Can’t wait to feel it splitting me open.” He groaned as my hand wrapped around his throbbing cock. I squeezed and stroked his impressive length. 

“Fuck, that’s it.” He moaned. 

“Gonna give this greedy little hole what it needs. Gonna fuck you raw, leavin’ you drippin’ with my cum.” He promised, grinding his cock between my folds. 

“Yes, please fuck me!” I whined, my voice echoing off the walls. Daryl’s massive cock prodded at my entrance, the thick head nudging insistently at my hole. I pushed back against him, trying to force his cock inside. 

“Please, Daryl, I need it!” I begged, tears of frustration falling down my face. His hips slammed forward and buried himself to the hilt. I screamed in pleasure, my pussy clenching around his thick length as he stretched me out. 

“SHit, this pussy was made for my dick… fits like a fuckin’ glove.” He set a brutal pace, pounding into me with reckless abandon. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, mixing with my moans and cries. 

“Take it, you filthy little slut! Fuckin’ take my cock!” He snarled, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to leave bruises. 

My mind went blank. I was overwhelmed by the intense pleasure and pain of being so thoroughly claimed. All I could focus on with the delicious drag of his cock against my inner walls. The way he filled and stretched me so perfectly. I pushed back to meet his thrusts, my pussy greedily sucking him in with each snap of his hips. His thick cock drove into my tight cock with brutal force. 

“Fuck yeah, this pussy is mine.” He grunted, punctuation each word with a sharp thrust. 

“Gonna fuckin’ make you addicted to my cock.” I could only moan, my body surrendering to the relentless pounding. My pussy clenched around him, milking his length. 

“I’m yours!” I moaned. The wet squelching sounds filled the air, mixing with the slapping of his heavy balls against my clit. I could feel my orgasm building. 

“Please! I wanna cum on your cock!” I pleased desperately, my voice cracking with need. 

“Fill me up with your cum! I wanna feel you throbbing inside me when you blow your load!” His thrusts grew erratic, his cock piling and twitching inside me. 

“Gonna pump you full, fuckin’ breed this tight cunt. Make sure you’re carryin’ my cum.” He snarled, his grip on my hips tightening. With a guttural groan, Daryl buried himself to the hilt and exploded inside me. His thick cook erupts and floods my pussy with his cum. I screamed, feeling him cum triggered my own orgasm. He smashed his lips to mine to keep me quiet, my cunt spasming around him, milking him for every last drop as I shook in his grasp. 

Once we each calmed down from our orgasms, he set me down on my shaky legs. He looked down and my shirt and sighed. I looked down and giggled, there was no way I could go outside this building with a destroyed shirt. Daryl knelt and dug through his bag for a few moments, before standing back up and handing me one of his shirts. 

“You brought an extra shirt?” I asked, confused and he shrugged. 

“You don’t?” He asked and I rolled my eyes. 

“No, we weren’t supposed to be gone that long, just a day. Why would I bring a shirt?” He shrugged and shoved it into my arms. 

“Just fuckin’ put it on.” I laughed and took my broken shirt off before pulling his over my head. 

“Mind handing me the shorts you tossed somewhere?” He tossed them at me. I finished getting dressed and turned to find Daryl smirking at me. 

“What?” 

“You look good in my clothes.” He said and I blushed slightly. 

“You seriously blushin’ over that? I just fucked you against the wall and that makes you blush?” I narrowed my eyes at him. 

“Shut up! Man, you sure know how to ruin a good moment.” I grumbled, he pushed me against the wall once more. 

“Sorry, baby, I could always make it up to ya.” He smirked. He leaned down and captured my lips in a soft kiss. 

“Maybe later. The groups probably looking for us.” He groaned but nodded. 

“Fine, but I’m fuckin’ you again when we get back.” I laughed and shook my head. 

“Sure, baby.”

[coquettemouse]

Breakfast

The kitchen was already alive with the smell of oatmeal cooking on the stove when Jason walked in, carrying a sleepy-eyed Sofia on his hip. Her head lolled against his shoulder, but as soon as she caught sight of the high chair, she perked up.

“Up, Daddy!” she commanded, pointing at the chair like a queen giving orders to her loyal subject.

“Your Highness,” Jason said with a mock bow, settling her down carefully. Her feet swung back and forth, thumping lightly against the base of the chair. He tucked a stray braid behind her ear, and she gave him a lopsided, toothless grin.

“What’s on the menu today?” she asked, puffing out her chest like a food critic ready to give a harsh review.

“Oatmeal with berries and ‘the crunchy stuff,’” Jason announced, waving a wooden spoon for emphasis. “Only the finest for my princess.”

“Good,” she said seriously. “But no weird green stuff.”

“Who do you take me for?” he scoffed, pouring oats into a pot. “Some kind of spinach wizard?”

She giggled, and he felt the corners of his lips pulling up. As the oats bubbled on the stove, Jason tossed in a dash of cinnamon, stirred, and then turned to face her. She was trying to grab at an invisible something above her head, small fingers stretching.

“What’re you doing, Sofi?” he asked, eyebrows raised.

“Catchin’ fairies!” she said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “They always try to steal my crunchy stuff. It’s their favorite.”

Jason grinned as he stirred the oatmeal. “Well, those sneaky fairies better watch out because I’m putting extra crunchies today.”

Sofia gasped, eyes wide. “Extra? They’re gonna go bonkers!”

With a dramatic flourish, Jason scooped the oatmeal into a small bowl, added a handful of strawberries and blueberries, then sprinkled granola over the top. He brought it to her like a prized offering. “Here it is—the one and only anti-fairy oatmeal deluxe.”

“Thanks, daddy!” She grabbed the spoon and dug in, but not before giving the bowl a serious look. “No fairies allowed,” she whispered to it, then took a big bite. Her eyes lit up. “Mmm! It’s crunchy!”

“I told you,” Jason said, leaning against the counter with his own burnt toast. “The kitchen elves helped out.”

“Not elves again!” Sofia groaned between bites. “They’re always leavin’ their crumbs everywhere.”

Jason nodded gravely. “The worst. Absolute crumb bandits.”

Suddenly gggles echoed through the hallway, bouncing off the walls. Jimena burst into the kitchen, hair flying in all directions, her laughter coming in breathless gasps. Hot on her heels was Leo, a grin plastered across his face. Keeping his pace slower than her.

“You’re too fast!” Leo exclaimed, throwing his hands up as he came to a dramatic halt beside the table, pretending to be out of breath. He bent over, resting one arm on the tabletop for effect. Jimena skidded to a stop, still giggling, and tiptoed back toward him, eyes bright with mischief.

“Gotcha!” she declared, poking his shoulder. It was exactly what Leo was waiting for. He lunged, wrapping his arm around her waist and lifting her up, her legs kicking wildly as she squealed.

“No!!” Jimena shrieked between bursts of laughter, squirming in his grip. “Dad! Dad! Help me!”

Jason, who had been watching from the counter with a faint smile as he sipped his coffee, raised an eyebrow. “Oh no, a damsel in distress! What should I do?”

Jimena pointed at him, barely able to get words out through her giggles. “Save me, Dad!”

Jason set down his mug with deliberate slowness, like he was considering a life-or-death mission. “All right, hero mode it is.” He walked toward them, his frame casting a playful shadow over them. “Leo, prepare for battle.”

Leo held Jimena a bit higher, shifting her like a human shield. “You’ll have to go through me first!” he declared, mock-seriousness in his voice.

“Dad!” Jimena wheezed, caught between laughing and catching her breath. “Don’t let him win!”

“Never.” Jason moved, hands darting out to tickle Leo’s sides. Leo yelped, losing his grip just enough for Jimena to wiggle free and land on her feet, victorious.

“Ha! We got you!” she crowed, pointing at Leo while clutching her sides.

Leo, feigning defeat, sank dramatically onto a chair. “Betrayed by my own daughter and out-tickled by my husband. Is there no honor left in this world?”

Sofia, still munching on the last bit of her oatmeal, chimed in with all the wisdom of a five-year-old. “You shouldn’t mess with dad,” she said seriously, a bit of granola sticking to her cheek. “He’s a hero.”

[theloveoffootball10]

sᴛɪᴄᴋᴡɪᴛᴜ- ᴛ ʜ ɪ ʀ ᴛ ʏ

m a s t e r l i s t

ᴛ ʜ ɪ ʀ ᴛ ʏ

Sprint weekends have never been my favourite. I know some people love them but for me, I prefer the more traditional weekend set up. That being said, I can't complain when Lando is having a good weekend. It could be going better if you ask him but fourth in practice and sprint qualifying then third in the sprint race isn't something to be sniffed at. I watch as he gets out of his car removing his helmet and balaclava from my spot at the back of the garage. I know a lot of the mechanics are used to me being here now but I like to keep out of their way. I'll often talk to Jon but I know he's got a job to do as well.

"Hi baby" feeling Lando wrap his arms around me from behind I melt into his body. Despite the heat of Texas I just want to be close to him.

"You okay? Well done on third place" kissing Lando I run my fingers through his sweaty hair "I know you would've liked first but I'm still proud of you"

"Thanks baby. I had a feeling we'd struggle out there. The Ferrari's are quick this weekend so I think third isn't too bad" it's nice to hear Lando being fairly positive after the sprint. I often think he blames himself when he shouldn't and he's far too critical of his performances on track "can we get out of here? I want to taste you before qualifying"

Lando's words go straight to my core. A few small worlds and I can feel the wetness between my legs starting. I barely nod my head in agreement when I'm practically dragged through the paddock to Lando's drivers room. A few people try to catch him for interviews but he doesn't stop for anyone, only muttering quick apologies as he bumps into them.

"Fuck baby I need you badly" Lando mumbles into my neck as my back hits the now closed door. I feel Lando's hands move agonisingly slow from my waist to my boobs. Letting out a moan into his mouth as I feel his hands cup my boobs before his attention turns to my nipples. His fingers expertly pinching my now erect nipples between his thumb and index finger.  

"I love how your body responds to me" Lando whispers in my ear and the only response I can muster is a moan. I've lost all train of thought all I can think about is the way Lando makes me feel.

We both know we don't have long until qualifying especially now Lando has also skipped media he'll have to make up for beforehand as well. I'm pushed onto the small couch and my legs are over Lando's shoulders before I even register what is going on.

"Lando I need you to touch me" lifting my hips for Lando to pull of my underwear I'm almost tempted to touch myself when I feel his tongue. My legs are spread as wide as they will go and Lando holds them open with his massive hands.

Unable to resist, I lace my fingers through Lando's hair tugging gently as I feel his nose run up and down my slip causing me to gasp in surprise. Lando has never done that before but it feels so good.

"Baby you're so wet for me" He strokes his tongue over my wetness giving me long wet licks, his tongue sliding in all of the right places as my grasp on his hair tightens.

"Just for you Lando" I manage to mumble between moans. My legs shiver as the heat build up inside of me. This is going to be another occasion when I climax embarrassingly quick.

"I know you're close baby. Cum for me Lucía" feeling Lando's tongue expertly write his name on my clit I can't hold back much longer. He knows this is what tips me over the edge and he's quick to use it to his advantage.

"Oh fuck, yes!" I moan loudly forgetting the walls of these driver rooms are paper thin. Lando doesn't stop until the wave of my orgasm has passed. His head remains between my legs as he looks up at me, his hazel eyes twinkling and a cheeky grin on his face "that gets better every time"

"I love when you cum after I claim your clit as mine"

“I’m all yours Lando. I know we don’t have long but I want you to fuck me” I say pulling Lando’s black fireproof shirt off and pushing his race suit down his hips. I don’t even need him to take the full thing off.

“You love when I fuck you hard don’t you” Lando says as he takes his hard cock in his hand rubbing the tip up and down my slit and over my clit. The feeling has me clenching around nothing.

“Lando please” I’m so desperate for him at this point, it almost knocks the wind out of me when he thrusts into me hard “fuck yes. Like that Lando. Feels so good”

Lando thrusts his hip frantically chasing his high knowing we’re on limited time. I wrap my legs around him tight holding him as close to me as I can as my hips lift off the bed meeting Lando’s with every thrust. I’m so close to my climax I know I need to hold back and let Lando cum first. I want him to cum first, I’ve already been lucky enough to have an orgasm.

“Lando I need you to cum in me” I breathe out between moans and I clench my muscles around Lando.

“Fuck you feel so tight when you do that” as I feel Lando cum inside of me his hips don’t slow down until he brings me to my second orgasm “you’re amazing Lucía. I love you so much”

“I love you Lando” I pull Lando into a kiss as my breathing slows down knowing he’s got probably five minutes until he has to go “how many people do you think heard us this time?” I ask with a laugh knowing someone is bound to have heard. Neither one of us even try to keep the noise down.

“Definitely Oscar if he’s in his room and probably everyone downstairs” Lando answers with a grin on his face. He doesn’t even care if people hear “I need to go and make it up to these journalists, I’ll see you after quali”

“Good luck babe. You’ll be amazing” with a quick kiss Lando is gone.

Cleaning myself up I get dressed pulling on the clothes Lando quickly pulled off me. I don't think I'll ever get bored of that man. He has media commitments but it doesn't bother me that he's left me straight after sex. This was more of a quick desperate fuck than anything. Believing the coast is clear I walk out of Lando's drivers room and through the paddock where out of the corner of my eye I see my boyfriend in the arms of another girl down the side of a motor home. Fucking Alesha. His arms are around her waist, her fingers tangled in his curls as he holds her against the wall with his hips.

I'm in shock. I don't know what to do. I blink multiple times willing the sight in front of me to disappear but it doesn't. Walking away I don't know how to handle this. I'm so angry. I don't cry I just pace back and forth around the paddock. I'm arguing with myself when to confront Lando. I know I have to because if I don't it will eat away at me until I snap. My best opportunity seems like after qualifying until I see the dickhead laughing and joking with some of his mechanics.

"I didn't want to believe what I've just witnessed was true. I never thought you'd ever do something like that to me. You were supposed to love me and respect me but you go and do that behind my back!" I run my fingers through my hair in frustration willing myself not to cry, instead choosing to raise my voice. I didn't want to do this here in the paddock but I can't hold back any longer. People are beginning to take notice of the commotion but it doesn't deter me.

"Baby please let me explain" I don't even need to tell Lando why I'm angry. He knows he's been caught red handed and can't deny his actions.

"No Lando. I'm not listening to shit excuses. I've always been strong and independent and I'll continue being that without you. It's unbelievable you claim to love me but you cheat on me the second my back is turned" I feel the tears filling my eyes and I know it's a mix of anger, frustration and sadness.

"Look if you just listen to me for ten minutes I promise you I will tell you the truth. This is all ridiculous"

"Don't you fucking dare tell me this is ridiculous. I'm done with you. You're an absolute cunt don't ever speak to me again" I fume as I turn to walk away from Lando when I feel him grab my hand to stop me. Without even realising what I'm doing my hand connects with his cheek with a massive crack. I can't believe I've just done that. Turning away from Lando I go to make my way to the Aston Martin hospitality lounge I see Alesha standing feet away from me "you're welcome to him but ask him where his lips and tongue were a mere 20 minutes before he had them down your throat. Hope you like the taste of my cum"

I'm fucked. I've never raised my hands to anyone in my life and now I dread to think how many people in the paddock saw what just happened including press. I need to get out here right now. Practically running up the stairs I knock until I hear the quiet invite in.

"Papá, he hecho algo estúpido" I say taking a seat in my dads drivers room resting my head in my hands "I've fucked up so bad" it's not until I feel my dad pull me into his arms I break down. The tears fall freely and I don't try to stop them. I'm devastated.

"Lucía breathe and tell me what's happened" my dad tries to calm me down but it doesn't work, I just can't seem to catch my breath. I've never had a panic attack before in my life and I can't believe I'm about to have one over a boy. He's not a man. "Come on princesita breathe with me" I don't know how long it takes but eventually my breathing slows back to normal however my tears don't stop. My dad doesn't push me. It's one of the many things I love about him. He knows I'm hurting and I know he's dying to take off like a bull but he stays by my side.

"I caught Lando cheating on me papá" saying the words out loud makes me want to physically vomit "that slut Alesha who's the F1 TV host. It was fucking minutes after we had sex as well. Oh my god I've just slapped him across the face in the middle of the paddock. Fuck!"

"Cabrón! I'll kill him! How dare he do that to you! He deserves that slap" letting my dad hold me in his arms I cry into his chest. Right now I'm just a lost little girl who needs her dad.

"He promised whatever they had last year was over. He promised me papá" wiping my eyes I try to get my tears under control but it's pointless "I know you have qualifying papá but I need to go home. I need to get out of here I can't stay where he is"

"Anything you need Lucía just tell me. I can have him into a barrier in three seconds flat if you want"

"Please don't compromise yourself papá. I just want to go home and be away from all of this. Away from him. Away from her. I might punch her if I come across her smug face again"

"I wouldn't stop you mi princesa. Stay here and I'll go and arrange your flight with Chelsea"

"Gracias papá. Te amo"

"Yo también te amo" as my dad leaves me in his drivers room the enormity of the situation hits me like a ton of bricks. I never in a million years thought this is what my relationship would come to. I need to get out of Texas and as far from formula one as possible.

[instructionsnotincluded]

Please please please can we get a snippet of wild winds?

Yessssss

Read Wild Winds Here!

18+ MDNI | Flirting, language, beginnings of sex aka Rafe has an oral present for Logan, season one spoilers.

Logan heard the sound of a car engine before she heard the knock on the door. Part of her assumed it was JJ, back from doing whatever it was he and John B needed to go do, but as she moved quickly to the door she wasn’t surprised to see Rafe through the peephole, dressed in his tuxedo. Logan flipped the flimsy lock on the door and hauled it open, resting her hip against it as she took him in. 

“A bow tie? Really?” Rafe tugged at the accessory and Logan wasn’t sure if she was impressed or amused as he slowly untied it with one hand. “And it’s not a clip on…”

Rafe scoffed, bow tie hanging undone as he ducked his head in, eyes sweeping the house, “JJ here…?”

“No,” Logan glanced over her shoulder as if to confirm that the dark and quiet house was all hers for the night, “he and John B are off doing something.”

“He was at Midsummers,” Rafe lifted his hands to undo the buttons along the points of his collar, sighing in relief when he could finally breathe just a little better. “Are you going to invite me in?”

Logan hummed, arms folded across her body as she continued to block the doorway, “I don’t know. What’d you do to JJ?”

“Nothin’,” Rafe lifted his arm to rest it on the doorframe, taking her in from head to toe, liking how soft she looked in her oversized t-shirt and shorts. “Just reminded him he was crashing and that he has a hot sister, that’s all.”

“I’ll hear that tomorrow,” Logan rolled her eyes and Rafe smirked back at her. “Is he going to tell me anything that might surprise me tomorrow?”

“Nah, Kelce roughed him up a bit, I think,” Rafe said, “but he got out without a scratch. Just a bruised ego, I’m sure.”

“Did he say why he was there?” Logan felt her face warm when she caught his eyes drifting down to stare at her bare legs. 

“John B’s hookin’ up with Sarah.” Rafe tapped his knuckles against the doorframe, “So you gonna let me in…?

“John B and Sarah?”

“That’s what Topper says,” Rafe lifted a shoulder, “I don’t know. Topper’s pretty pissed off, wanted me to ride with him to try to find them or something.”

“And you said no?”

Rafe ducked his head to better see her, his eyes searching hers, “It’s bad enough I had to go to this shit tonight, you think I’m gonna miss comin’ here after just to get in the middle of Topper’s shit?”

Logan took a step back, hand reaching out to push the door the rest of the way open, watching Rafe step into the house before closing the door behind him. She’d been getting ready for bed, a handful of candles on throughout the house to help it not feel so lonely and as she stepped around Rafe to move to the kitchen, he caught her around her waist and pulled her into him.

His forehead met hers and Logan stared into his eyes, her heart beating harder in her chest when he whispered, “Happy Birthday, Lo.”

“Thank you,” Logan lifted her hand to smooth down his tuxedo shirt, fingers brushing across the pearled buttons. 

“Did you have a good night?”

“Amy treated me to a nail date,” Logan lifted her hand and Rafe glanced down at it, his hand taking hers to inspect the fresh color, not willing to admit how his body instantly responded to her black French tips as he imagined how they'd look wrapped around him, “and then we had some pizza on the dock.”

“Mmm,” Rafe leaned down to kiss her knuckles before he slowly brought her into his arms, hands running down her arms and sides. “Sounds better than my night…”

“What’d they have at the club?” Logan unbuttoned the first few buttons to his crisp shirt, enough she could scratch at his bare skin, sending goosebumps down his body. 

“I don’t know, didn’t eat,” Rafe looped his arms loosely around her, gently walking her around the couch towards the hallway, “thought I’d have some cake with you.”

“I don’t have any…”

Rafe cut her off with a slow kiss, hand flattening out at the small of her back before he lifted his other to cup her jaw, the couple pausing halfway down the hall as Rafe turned and pressed her into the wall, his mouth moving from hers down her throat, tugging at the stretched out collar of the shirt she wore to kiss her collarbones, hands fisting the material as he mouthed his way down her covered chest and stomach, the man in front of her getting to his knees. 

He pushed her shirt upwards, kissing the soft skin of her stomach and hips, tongue dipping into her bellybutton as he hooked his index fingers into the band of her shorts, his lips chasing the band as he pulled it down until the material pooled at her ankles. 

“Found some,” Rafe’s breath fanned out across her, Logan sighing as she leaned heavily against the wall, her fingers gliding into his hair as he pressed a very light kiss to the space between her legs, glancing up to meet her eyes as he dove in, his own groan rolling into her after his tongue when she tugged on his gelled stands, “pull it harder, baby—tell me how you want it, birthday girl.”

[buckys-estrella]

I had the most delicious dream ab bob floyd and I’ve been replaying it in my head since I woke up

[villain-in-love]

Funny how opinions can change, and your tastes might not always be what you thought they were.

Because just this spring, during a conversation with my friend, I said that I’d much prefer a partner of my own size, someone being way taller or way shorter than me won't do.

But then, less than two months later, I was already happily prancing around my room because Thistle is smaller than me. It's just- tiny boyfriend, tiny boyfriend, tiny boyfriend who I can carry in my arms like a princess, and who would look cute in my clothes!

Suddenly, I was very into the idea of my partner being way shorter than me.

[sttoru]

Sukuna with clingy concubine 🛐🛐 like hella clingy, always clinging to sukuna, sitting on his lap and just following sukuna like a lost puppy

 𝝑𝑒 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. true form!sukuna x concubine! female reader. fluff. little bit suggestive. size difference. reader is clingy, a bit of an airhead ig. reader gets called ‘girl, brat’.

“y’re annoying me, girl,” sukuna grumbles as he walks to the courtyard. you had magically appeared behind him the moment he stepped out of his room to get some fresh air.

you flash him an apologetic smile “i’m sorry, my lord.” you’re not sorry, sukuna knows, though he doesn’t comment on it. it’s been like this ever since a week or two ago. he cannot recall why you’re suddenly so much more affectionate.

he doesn’t wait on you, however, and takes big strides towards the courtyard. if your little legs can’t keep up, that isn’t his problem. you frown and take on the challenge that’s been thrown your way.

you increase your pace and nearly run after sukuna. you have to lift your kimono a little to make sure you wouldn’t trip over the fabric. it doesn’t seem like you’ll give up any time soon as you follow him with that same content expression on your face.

sukuna can’t believe that a human like you dares to even be in his presence for so long. he didn’t call for you, so why are you adamant on staying with him? he concludes that something must be up, “what’d you want from me?”

there hangs a silence between you two afterwards. sukuna’s slow yet heavy footsteps reverberate through the hallway, followed by your quick and light ones. you pout as you notice that the king of curses isn’t even sparing you a glance, “nothing at all. i just like to be with you.”

you add the latter as an afterthought. you don’t expect sukuna to react to that, so you continue to trail behind him into the courtyard. “tch,” you hear him scoff in annoyance. you’re sure he doesn’t mean any actual harm by that, so you don’t take it personally.

sukuna eventually sits down on the engawa, where the servants have placed the comfy zabuton cushions. there’s always one for you as well—right next to sukuna’s. it’s become a habit for the maids to include you in sukuna’s daily routines since you’re always with him.

you eye your own cushion, though don’t make an effort to actually sit down on it. sukuna stares ahead, not bothered to notice you at the moment. you look down at his lap, recalling just how perfectly you can fit on it.

you don’t waste any more time and plop down on his thick thighs, your back against his chest. sukuna’s brow twitches at the sudden contact. his bottom pair of eyes look down at you whilst the upper ones keep looking at the nature in front of you both.

“get off me,” the king of curses commands through a low tone. he doesn’t push you off, however. that alone should tell you enough; he’s tolerating your behaviour as per usual. or perhaps he secretly likes your proximity.

you shall never discover which of the two it actually is.

“nooooooo,” you exaggerate with a whine. you don’t want to. you wrap both of your arms around one of sukuna’s—clinging onto him like your life depends on it. he simply responds by sighing.

you know sukuna’s able to grab you by the collar and force you to sit down on the cushion beside him, but he doesn’t. your heart flutters every time sukuna shows some tolerance to your clingy behavior. it means that maybe—just maybe—he’s opening up to the idea of being more affectionate with you.

“such a fuckin’ brat,” sukuna simply puts one hand on your waist, the others supporting his weight on the engawa. he grumbles, but there are clear signs of him relaxing with you in his presence.

you chuckle at the realisation and swing your legs in excitement. sukuna unexpectedly bites your ear in response to your increased activity on his lap, “stay still or i’ll kick you off.”

you let out a small whimper as you feel his fangs gently sick into your earlobe. you jolt back and rub the skin with your hand, looking up at sukuna with a playful frown before teasing him back. you roll your eyes and answer him with a firm yet mocking, “sir yes, sir!”

sukuna clicks his tongue at your tease. you answer him like he’s some general in the military. that’s not the kind of relationship he has with you—it’s more than that. even though he knows you’re joking, he dislikes it when you call him anything other than ‘my lord’, ‘my king’, or just his name.

he finds great satisfaction in the way you refer to him as such. you’re the only one who can make sukuna grin each time you remind him of his status and the power he has over you.

the power dynamic; it’s addictive.

he needs more of it.

sukuna reaches out to grab your face with one hand, but you’re quick to pull your head back the moment you see that intimidatingly big hand coming down onto your vision. you clear your throat and apologise, “i mean—yes, my lord.”

the king of curses hums in content. that title is exactly what he had been looking for. he retracts his hand and settles it back down on your waist, patting your sides twice to show his satisfaction with your obedience.

you stop squirming around in his lap and simply lay back down in his arms. you close your eyes and nearly fall asleep because of the comfortable atmosphere. the slight breeze against your face is relaxing and perfectly compliments the warmth from sukuna’s body.

what a perfect way to spend your day.

[kamitv]

Nerd!Nanami who whispers filthy praises into your ear while you’re sitting in his lap and his fingers are curling deep up into your cunt.

He’s got his glasses on but they’re sitting center on the bridge of his sharp nose, allowing them to slide down slowly since he’s too distracted with you to push them up like normal.

You’re facing him and your arms are wrapped tightly around his neck, legs spread nice and pretty over his lap while he drives his thick veiny fingers up into your leaky hole. With every moan you let out into his ear, his cock bulges harder against his tight tan slacks.

Rolling his hips up slightly in an attempt of getting some friction, Nanami’s all in your ear whispering to you. “So wet f’me ‘n I’ve barely even touched you all day. Did you miss my fingers that much, sweetheart?” He talks as if you weren’t dry humping him less than twenty minutes prior to this…

Even so, you nod and your lips graze his ear. “Uhuh,” You babble, feeling his fingertips curve right against your g-spot before rubbing against it genteelly.

“Words, pretty girl. Talk to me.” Nanami hushes out to you while dragging his fingers outwards slowly before plunging them right back in and listening to the gorgeous squelch that rings out from your pussy.

Your arms cage his neck all the more tighter and your hips jerk forwards. “Fuck. You w-were busy with work all day Ken’, hnngh… couldn’t s-stop thinkin’ about your hands ‘n how much I—oh fuuck, I m-missed them.”

His lips curve into a knowing smile and he has to adjust his legs below you slightly to stop himself from snatching his fingers out of you and bouncing you up ‘n down his cock for that entire statement alone. Nanami loves it when you talk while he pleases you, he loves the way your words come out all pitched and full of pleasure, just can’t get enough of it.

“Is that so?” He hums simply with a tortuous swivel of his two fingers against your walls that has your legs caging around his thighs tightly. “Did you touch yourself to those thoughts too? Hm?” Nanami’s voice has you dripping all down the skin of his hand, your slick shiny against his wrist as it drips off of him and right over his bulge.

You drop your head into the crook of his neck and roll your hips forward in an attempt of riding the fingers he’s fucking you with. “N-No but, I wanted to.” You admit honestly.

Nanami suppresses a groan. He can only imagine how needy you were for him, probably squeezing your thighs together all day just because you missed him. “Aw,” Nanami coos deeply in that smooth honey-coated baritone of his, “You should’ve done it and then sent me a video. I would’ve stopped working and came to help you, sweetheart.”

Your breath hitches at the thought alone and you immediately start lifting your hips to escape the overwhelming rush of pleasure, to which Nanami places his other hand on your waist and keeps you in place.

“Stay still, pretty girl. Lemme take care of you,” He’s whispering to you again, digging his fingers in and out and in and out while slipping his thumb up and rolling circles over your twitching clit. “Don’t run when y’know she missed me this much. S’not nice.”

“Kento,” You whine in a desperate tone before sliding one of your hands down to hold his wet wrist.

Nanami only increases the pace of his fingers at the sound of your wines, allowing the slicks of your pussy to overtake your small noises rather quickly. Then, he turns his head and kisses at your neck just as you lift and toss your head back. Sucking on your skin, staring up at you intimately, fucking his fingers you adore so much deeper inside you—Nanami makes it so very clear that he just loves pleasing you like this.

“After this,” He speaks hotly into your skin and he can feel your cunt pulsing and clenching around him with every word. “If you help me finish my paper within’ thirty minutes, I’ll fuck you all night jus’ like you want me to.” As his little challenge leaves him, you’re making a mess of his two fingers.

Gasping, “Mmnh, really?” Which only makes him smile because he knows damn well he’s going to do that regardless of the paper he has due tonight.

“Really.” Nanami confirms.

Hell, he’ll fuck you while he completes the damn paper if he has to…

He’s practically picturing it now—having you bent over his work desk, rolling his hips firmly into yours and driving his fat cock in and out of your sopping walls while he simultaneously reaches over to your side and messily writes or types out what he needs to.

Your moans and soft whimpers of his name would be distracting, sure. But Nanami’s pretty sure he can fill you and his paper up at the same time with no problems…

[rosenclaws]

worst logan gets a taste of everything he's been missing and can't get enough.

warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI, fem!reader, pussy eating, overstimulation, fingering, desperate logan

You never could have predicted this is how Logan would be. The “worst” Logan as they called him, was nothing but foul mouthed, angry, and drunk. At least he was when you met him. You never would have thought he could be this desperate, this needy. Craving touch he had missed for so many years.

“Logan,” You sigh as you tilt your head back.

You're laying in his bed, hands gripping at his pillows. He has you pinned to the bed. He couldn't hold back his crazy strength if he tried. He was too far gone. His head buried in your thighs. Legs pushed apart by his wide shoulders, a dull ache in your thighs as he stretches them a little more.

"Fuck you're hot." Logan mumbles against your thigh.

For the last...who fucking knows how long anymore, he's been feasting. His tongue lazily lapping at your cunt. No matter how much he drinks he just can't get enough. His hands lay on your stomach, pinning you down from squirming.

This is his breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Your hips buck as his tongue traces your poor, sore clit. His beard brushing up against it. Your eyes widen as he growls, actually growls.

"Come on baby, be nice and let me eat your pussy." You moan loudly as he dives back in. You watch his back muscles move as he gets up on his knees, pushing your thighs apart as he buries his tongue inside of you. You're too wrapped up in pleasure to feel his fingers drift down.

"Nice and wet for me." Logan says in awe as he slips two fingers in with ease.

"Fuck!" You hiss as you try to move your hips.

He's overloading your senses. His hands, his tongue, even the fucking pillows smell like him. He's invading every little bit of your mind. Logan tightens his grip on you, pulling you closer to his face if that was even possible.

"Just a little more baby, please I need to taste you." Your hands reach for his wrist. Digging your nails deep into his skin.

"Perfect, fuck your perfect." He stands a little taller on his knees as he starts to piston his fingers harder. Absolutely obscene noises fill the room as he laps up every drop that spills from your pussy. His other thumb puts pressure on your clit, moving back and forth in a tight but brutal pace.

"Logan please-oh fuck- I can't!" His eyes are blown wide with lust as he stares at your face. Taking joy in watching you fight the pleasure he's giving you. He lifts his face and licks his lips. Messy beard and wet lips.

"Come for me one more time." He purrs.

“Just let that pretty head of yours stop thinking.” He kisses down your legs. He purrs as you reach and grab his hair.

“That’s it baby,” Your mind melts as you let go of any thought as Logan brings you over the edge. He takes his fingers out, licking them clean before dipping back down to work you through your orgasm.

His arms wrapping around you waist as you squirm and shake below him. Logan coos sweet nothings as he kisses along your body. Your grip on his sheets loosen as your body shakes. Nothing but pure, blissful pleasure fills your body but so does exhaustion. You gasp loudly as you feel Logan’s tongue lick up your cunt again.

“Just a little more please baby, please.” He begs desperately. “Just a little longer,” You lay your head back onto the pillows, a smile on your face as you nod your head.

“Fuck you’re perfect,” He purrs, a soft look in his eyes as he dives back down into your cunt.

“My perfect girl.”

[kiyoramen]

cw: suggestive

its the third time that suna stayed over your place that he noticed a little habit of yours.

he runs his hand down your back until he can feel the hem of your panties. he presses a kiss against your jaw before asking, "do you match your underwear with all your outfits?"

you open your eyes to look at him before closing it again and snuggling your face against your chest, "mhm i do."

he traces the lace across the hem, "its really cute" he teasingly pinches the skin at your waist, "i can make it a guessing game."

"thats weird" your voice comes out muffled, "you're such a perv."

"this is totally innocent babe," he chuckles before lifting your leg to lay it on his.

"that's just an excuse to see my undies everyday."

suna clicks his tongue playfully, "ah you got me."

the next day he comes up to you and lazily wraps his arms around your waist. he rests his chin against your shoulder looking down at what you're writing but not actually paying attention to what's in front of him.

after a couple of seconds he stands up straight, "is it navy blue or just blue?"

you tilt your head, "huh?"

"your panties babe," he pulls away from you, "but either way i think its blue"

you look at him exasperatedly, "its pink, too match my top."

he gasps softly and reaches for your hips, "no way let me check."

you roll your eyes but let him check anyway, "pervert."