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god i wish bra shopping was easier what do you MEAN i have a different cup size in this brand than i do the other one. what do you MEAN you only go up to size 38DD
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I love it when women hate men. I love it when women are allowed to vent to each other about how horrible and creepy men are. I love it when women form friendships with and prioritize each other over relationships with men(whether they're attracted to them or not). I love it when women put men dni in their bios and on their nude photos and on posts on their blogs. I love it when women refuse to mollycoddle and accommodate entitled male feelings with "but this doesn't mean I hate all men, I know a few men who are great, I love my father/sons/brothers/uncles/male cousins/guy friends" I love it when women complain about men WITHOUT "not all men" being a disclaimer. I love it when women avoid socializing with/refuse to be around/befriend/get close to men because they know men can't be trusted. I love it when women make "kill all men" jokes. I love it when women offer absolutely no concern or care for men's feelings and if their misandry offends men whatsoever because why should we, men are the oppressor class who have raped and killed and abused us and kept us as subjugated as second-class citizens for millennia, they regularly mistreat us and the women in their own marginalized communities still every single day and make this world so much harder and more awful for us to be in, and if we choose to hate them and not spare them any sympathy then so be it, and I don't just mean "men as a class" either, you can be a woman who doesn't want to have anything to do with any man on an individual basis and completely cuts off men from her personal life too and ykw I will love and fucking support you in that because men deserve absolutely NOTHING from us. If they're so tough and strong then they can handle it just like they can handle being lonely. If you are a woman who hates men, ESPECIALLY IF YOU ARE A LESBIAN AND/OR A TRANS WOMAN, then just know that I love you. I love you, I support you, and you are safe here.
#was going to make a post about how much i hate that women aren't allowed to hate their oppressors but i decided to spin it into something#positive instead#this is supposed to be the feminist site that makes reddit mgtow piss their baby diapers so let's go back to despising men and not coddling#their feelings and let's dye our hair blue while we're at it#i am so tired of this new wave of guilt-tripping and gaslighting women who hate men and don't trust or want to be around them#i hate how we're made into villainesses or the problematic ones for not valuing them in our lives or for wanting to guard ourselves or be#safe from our oppressors#and i'm tired of people who don't know the first thing about feminism being like 'BUT THAT'S TERF RHETORIC WHAT ABOUT X MINORITY MEN'#guess what women can also be x minority that you're trying to protect the men of and we get to hate men too#trans women are included when i say women btw and trans men are included when i say men#if anyone has the right to hate men more than anybody else it's trans women esp trans lesbians because they put up with so much shit#from men that even cis women do not and they especially know how vile men are behind closed doors#so#terfs fuck off#radfems fuck off#and if anybody tries to make this post more appeasing to men or 'not all men's this post you are getting blocked and hit with a hammer#feminism#misogyny#sexism#patriarchy#tw men#tw rape#tw abuse#misandry#terfs dni#radfems dni#feminists need to go back to being scary and unpalatable for men none of this 'but some of them are good!' bullshit#men are entitled to nothing from us#and if you try to prove me wrong then you are just proving my point if you have nothing good to say then simply keep scrolling#ok? ok.
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ok, ok âsuck on my fingers.â and âdonât make a mess, baby.â prompt with the worse wolverine? btw i love your words!!!
warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI, squirting, fingering, dirty talk, overstimulation, cum eating (kinda? i think thats whats this called idk he just sticks his fingers in ur mouth after fingering)
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a/n: I'm gonna be so real I am coping hard rn. I am devastated and worried for the future but if writing wolverine smut is what helps that is what I shall do. I hope you like it!!
How long has it been? Minutes? Hours? Fuck at this point you'd believe that you've been here for days. Wrapped in his arms. Trapped under his adamantium bone and super human strength. The sheets slip through your fingers as your grip grows weaker. Logan has been teasing you, playing with you like a piece of meat.
Logan is upright against the headboard. Heâs got your back against his chest. One of strong arms is keeping you upright. Forcing you to sit there. His other hand is shoved into your panties. He didnât even bother to take them off.
Thereâs something playing on the TV in your room but you lost any sense of your surroundings about an hour ago. Logan likes to play with his food. Always has.
Your big hot boyfriend loves to make a mess of things before he eats.
âOh Fuck Logannnn.â You whine as he slips two of his fingers into your already soaked cunt.
Your panties are soaked from Loganâs touch. He wonât even bother taking them off. He likes the obscene sight of his hands down them. Loves seeing his fingers disappear and watch your cute face scrunch up in pleasure.
Youâre trying with all your might to squirm away. Not that you wanted him to stop but the pleasure was overwhelming. Your body was moving without your brain at this point. Pure instinct. Logan growls in your ear. Shoving another finger inside to shut you up.
âQuiet. Iâm not done with you yet.â You tilt your neck to the side as Loganâs rough thumb starts to circle your clit harshly.
The sounds of your pleasure are loud and Logan is unashamedly eating them up. His fingers movie faster and faster. Pounding into you with a force that makes you scream. Your dripping down his hands and onto the sheets. Logan tuts and shakes his head mockingly.
âDonât make a mess baby.â He scolds as he drives his fucking fingers deep inside of you. Fucking liar. He loves when you make a mess. Nothing boosts his ego more.
He feels so good. His fingers are tearing you apart. Heâs hell bent on making you come harder than you ever have. He can never get enough. It's like a competition with himself. Making sure you know only he can do this to you over and over. A pressure builds deep in your core and your eyes widen when you feel a certain feeling.
âLogan wait I-â Your pleas are silenced as another moan rips through your throat.
You chant his name over and over as your legs start to shake. Logan watches in awe as you squirt all over the bed. He doesn't let up as he pulls as much as he can. You're moaning only pushes him further. He's whispering dirty things in your ear but you can barely hear him. Your body is screaming in pure pleasure and its all you can hear.
"Too much." You manage to whimper out as Logan continues to fuck his fingers into you.
He hums and in a moment of mercy decides you've had enough for tonight. Such a good pet. His fingers are coated. He pulls them apart and smirks as he brings them to your lips.
âCome on, suck on my fingers." He coos as you lazily open your mouth. Your perfect pretty lips surrounding his fingers, sucking your own juices from his fingers.
"Taste yourself, see why I can't get enough of this delicious cunt." His eyes grow dark as he watches your lips take his fingers so easily. You look up with glossy eyes. Completely fucked out because of him.
"Cute." He presses a kiss to your forehead and pulls you closer. His fingers slip out of your mouth and he dips back down into your soaked underwear. You whine when he gently brushes over your sensitive clit.
"Shhh sweetheart," His moves are softer this time, gentle.
"Just relax. Let me get my taste too."
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I saw that prompt list you reblogged and so if youâre looking for logan ideas i really liked:
10) finding their partnerâs sex toy/toys and making them play with it in front of them
Love your fics btw too!!! đđ
hunger
a/n: oh my brain went to mush at this one. like actively i've lost brain cells and am currently scrounging to find more. this is basically me being a horny bitch for this man. (possibly cause i'm ovulating). but that's okay. we're all here to do the exact same thing!
summary: things are set into motion the second logan opens your drawer. suddenly you find yourself the center of a show with only one audience member.
word count: 1.7k+
pairing: logan howlett x f!reader
warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, mutual masturbation, overstimulation, hints at oral (f receiving), cigar smoking, voyeurism, dirty talk, he's so filthy i blushed writing this.
Accidental was far from the word he'd use to describe the current situation. He'd rather say it was intentional. At least that's what it felt like when you sent him to your drawer for a pair of clean boxers you stole from him in the first few weeks of dating. Logan was used to the act. Finding his flannels strewn throughout your closetâhis leather jacket draped across the foot of your bed like a fancy throw blanket.
He felt it before he saw it. The soft silicone feel of something smallâan uninteresting object he normally would have overlooked. He pushed it out of the way at first, mistaking it entirely for the little portable charger you usually keep by the bed.
Only for it to roll to the side, the button hitting the drawer. A loud buzz drew his attention close within seconds. His hand grasping the small vibrator and flicking it off with a smirk. A look he wore when the choice to fuck you into the mattress solidified in his mind.
"Hey what's taking so long?" You stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a towelâwater droplets streaming off your naked body, forming a small puddle on the hardwood floors of your shared bedroom.
He close his fist around the small device when he stood, holding the clothes you were waiting for. Logan watched you smile, reach for his hand, and stop short as his other palm openedârevealing the black little toy you only kept for emergencies.
For nights when he was called on a mission that might land them in deep waters for days on end. You never mindedâit was part of the job after allâbut telling Logan that you fucked yourself in your spare time to ease the thoughts of him that plagues you...wasn't an easy conversation to have. Yet there it was. Staring directly at you; taunting you with the knowledge that he found it before you could locate a better hiding spot.
"Got somethin' to tell me bub?"
Your mouth dried at the sight of his grinânostrils flaring as your scent sharpened in the air. Thicker than before; the tell tale sign that you weren't angry or irritated. But interested in where he might take this.
Before you could snatch it from his hands, he tossed the clothes back into the still open drawer. His smile on deepening at the sight of your swallowâthe steady thrum of your heart now a quick flutter under your chest. There was no hiding how you felt with him. Not when he was so in tune with your body it nearly scared you.
He could smell the pool of slick that began to form in between your clenched thighs. The sharp breath you sucked in giving him enough confirmation to keep going. You wanted thisâhim. And though he could never understand why, he rarely questioned it.
So he nodded towards the bed, dragging the chair you kept at your desk over to sit a foot away from where you were perched. Your hand still clutching the towel and eyes stuck on the vibrator in his hold.
Logan lowered himself with a sighâlegs spread and body relaxed as your eyes trailed down his stomach to the thick expanse of his thighs. Last night you were perched on one, reduced to a whiny moaning mess as he dragged you along the rough denim. Watching you work yourself into a high that left you immobile.
His head tilted, gaze dragging down your body, tongue swiping out to wet his bottom lip. "You aren't gonna need the towel bub," he rasped.
"I don't know what we're doing."
"Don't you trust me?" You nodded quicker than you expected. "Then drop it and spread those pretty legs for your old man."
A soft whimper barely legible above your gasp echoed in the room. Logan heard it as if you pressed it directly to his ear. You scooted back on the bed, the towel now forgotten and dropped to the floor. He shifted at the sight of your feet pushed against the soft comforter, your cunt on full display for him to view.
"There we go," he murmured.
Your hand slipped down, sliding through your slick for barely a second before he was clicking his tongue. "That's not what I want."
"B-but you said-"
"I said spread 'em. Not touch your pretty little clit."
"Logan," you breathed, fighting the pull that demanded you find some sort of relief. Even if that came in the form of your own touch.
He merely lounged in the chair, smiling at how you battled with yourself in order to be good for him. Oh how he loved the sight of your brows pulled togetherâneed eating away at the very core of your body. If he was a better man he'd let you choose what to do.
He'd follow your lead.
But that remained something he never excelled at.
"Don't worry. She'll get the attention she needs." He leaned over you, placing the familiar device between your breastsâa kiss quickly snuck against your nipple that peaked under the wet heat of his mouth. "I'm real interested in how you use this sweetheart. Show me?"
The breath escaped you with a punch to your stomach as he settled back in his previous spot. You glanced at himâheat spilling beneath your cheeksâand felt a wave of slick drip down to the bed at the sight of him pulling a cigar free. He cut the end off, stuck it between his teeth, and flicked the lighter on with practiced ease.
This was a show and he remained the only audience member.
"Go on," he mumbled, smoke unfurling past his lips. "Be a good girl."
With a shaky breath, you gingerly picked up the vibrator and turned it on. This was second nature to you now. Laying in bed with your legs spread as you listened to the buzzing sound that would bring you your desired orgasm. You'd been here before. You would no doubt be here again.
Only this time Logan paid attention to every minuscule movement. He clung to the way you slid your hand down and pressed the end of it to the very top of your clit. Almost as if you were the best fucking program he had the privilege to watch.
Instead of the rush of sweaty embarrassment you almost expected. You were greeted with a boost of pride at the sound of his harsh groan. The chair creaking under his weight as he shuffled to find some relief for his growing cock.
"How's it feel bub?" he breathed, inhaling another drag from his cigar.
You sighed, high pitched and needy. "Good."
"Yeah?" He shifted again when you slid the vibrator through the lips of your cunt, a moan spilling past your parted lips. "Fuck. You normally take your time with it?"
Nodding, you dragged it back up to your clit, teasing yourself with small circles. "F-Feels better like this."
That familiar tug in your gut began to grow the longer you held it against yourself, building quicker than before. You knew it was on account of him watching you. Licking his lips and white knuckling his cigar to keep from sliding his tongue through your slick. You had half a mind to beg him. To see if you could get him to break.
The minute you slipped it down further and plunged it into your tight walls was enough for him. He snapped with a feral grunt. His hands working the belt buckle of his jeansâa whisper of his zipper being tugged downâbefore his cock sprang free. The tip red and shiny with precum.
You moaned at the sight, legs trembling as you pumped the vibrator clumsily into your cunt. "Touch yourself," you gasped, stomach going taut. "Please. Need to see you baby."
"Fuck sweetheart. Gonna make me cum like a fuckin' teenager." He spit loudly into his palm, slicking up his cock with a heady moan.
"P-Pretty," you slurred.
"Look whose talkin'," he huffed. The cigar now clamped between his teeth.
The intensity of his gaze only grew when you replaced the device with two of your fingers. Rapidly working them in tandem with the buzzing on your swollen clit. Sparks shot down your spine, heat clamping tight around your stomach. What time you thought remained now worked its way to an eviscerating crescendo.
"Your creamin' around your fingers bub," he grunted, the wet slap of his hand blending with the echo of your cunt. "Want to lick you clean after this."
Your walls fluttered, heart leaping to your throat. "Can I suck your cock?"
A ragged moan filled the empty spaces that lay between. "Can't say no to you."
"Logan," you mewled. "'M gonna-"
He snarled, abruptly sitting forward, hand still working his cock in rapid strokes. "C'mon. Cum for me. Give me a show."
The string holding you together broke in two, flooding your body with bliss and turning your vision blurry. His name was a broken cry torn from your throatâhips canting up into your touch as you pushed the vibrator harder against your clit. Until the pleasure began to seep into pain. A whimper echoed in the room when you pulled away, legs falling to dangle off the bedâbody now entirely spent.
The soft press of his lips against your knee jolted you slightly; the nerves under your skin still sensitive. He dropped to the floor, eyes latched onto the way your entrance fluttered, cum now forming a mess between your thighs.
"Made such a pretty mess for me bub."
You sighed, a smile pulling at the corners of your lips. "You like it?"
Wet open mouth kisses trailed along your inner thigh, his nose pressed to the curls above your center. "I fuckin' love it," he sighed, inhaling your heady scent with a groan.
"It's yours."
You gasped when his tongue slid along your cunt, thumbs spreading you to reach every fucking inch. "Yes it is." He pressed a kiss to each lip, sucking them into his mouth as if he was kissing you. "All fuckin' mine."
#logan howlett x f!reader#logan howlett x reader#logan howlett x you#logan howlett x y/n#logan howlett smut#logan howlett#my writing
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cabin fever | m. sturniolo
â matt x fem!reader
â plot; things are heating up at the tripletâs cabin in vermont; especially between you and matt. the group of you, him, his brothers, nate and madi spend a needed getaway at the cozy house. unknown to everyone else, confessions, tension, and late nights make it even hotter between you two.
â includes; smut, unprotected sex, outdoor sex, f!oral receiving (matt the munch AF), mentions of drinking, blood/bleeding (NOT PART OF THE SMUT), light fluff
â a/n; madi nate nick and chris all have super minor roles and they donât add to the plot at all btw. this one is HOT. CALOR. CALIENTE. (imo) enjoy!
MINOR PROOFREADING
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âhey, weâre here,â a voice gently whispers to me, i realize belonging to nick as i slowly come back to consciousness.
the groggily feeling of sleep soon goes away and in its place is excitement; weâre finally at the cabin.
this isnât my first time vacationing with the triplets; weâve been going here since we were little. once becoming friends with nate and madi, they soon joined in on our yearly trip to the cabin.
i almost immediately fall stepping out of the car, my brain forgetting that my body was completely stagnant during the 4 hour car ride up here.
i put my hands out and brace for impact; but it never comes. instead a pair of arms swiftly caught me before i had my lunch with the gravel,
âdude, you gotta be more careful,â a voice chuckles from behind my head. itâs matt; i know his voice the best out of all of them.
he helps me stand up right, âwhew thanks,â i breathe out with a laugh, he says nothing but delivers a nod in response. i turn on heels to grab my suitcase from the trunk,
âhere let me help you, wouldnât want you to almost fall again,â he offers, i roll my eyes at him as he takes the duffel bag from my arms and slings it over his shoulder, not giving me any time to think of a response.
i know to some that may seem flirtatious, but unfortunately it isnât. sometimes i canât help but feel disappointed that there isnât something more but the guilt of feeling like that towards one of my best friends since childhood is stronger than my urges.
however, i would be a liar if i said i didnât find him attractive. the tattoos on his body, light stubble he lets grow in sometimes, messy curls, plump lips, his eyes⌠jawâŚ
i quickly get the ongoing list of the physically mouth watering things about matt out of my head; feeling almost a guilt that i found him so hot. i shouldnât think about one of my best friends since childhood this way, so i force myself not to.
forgetting about my previous daydreams, i follow the rest of them into the house, taking in the joy of being at the cabin again.
Ëŕ¨ŕ§âď˝ĄË â Ëŕ¨ŕ§âď˝ĄË â Ëŕ¨ŕ§âď˝ĄË â Ëŕ¨ŕ§âď˝ĄË â Ëŕ¨ŕ§
the house is big enough to where everyone is lucky to have their own room, and mine sits at the end of a long hallway, just past where chris and nate sleep.
i open the door and smile at the sight that matt has already placed my stuff down on the bed for me.
i internally slap myself, why am i reading into this? he just put my stuff down in my room. nothing else about it.
i take my duffel off the bed and seat it on the floor beside me and replace it with myself on its cushioning. i hear a knock at my door,
âcome in!â
thinking iâm going to be met with matt in my doorframe, i look up, and i am only about half right.
âweâre gonna start cooking dinner now since itâs getting pretty late and weâre all starving, wanna help?â chris asks, poking his head between the a small sliver in the door.
i canât help but giggle at his actions, âyes, iâll help you, but next time you knock just open the door all the way, donât be creepy,â i kick my feet up and yank the door open,
âiâm not creepy iâm polite!â he argues, voice fading as he descends to the kitchen,
ânever said that!â i joke, my footsteps quickly follow behind him.
i join the rest of my friends in the kitchen, and start slicing vegetables, while chris and madi go on their own dinner tasks.
getting way too caught up in a conversation with nick, my knife skills began to be⌠less than subpar.
âFUCK!â i yell and instinctively drop the knife, the sound of the blade echoing through the room and blood from a large cut in my hand leaking everywhere on the counter causes all hell to break loose.
âoh my god! do we need to go to the ER?!â
âget a towel, NOW!â
âiâm fine, iâm fine!â i yell, doing my best to stop the panic from everyone else, the pressure from the towel stopping the blood flow for now.
âwe need to get that cleaned, the first aid kit is in my room, come on,â matt says, taking my unadulterated hand into his and guiding me upstairs into his bedroom.
âsit,â he points to his bed and i follow his finger and take a seat on the edge of the mattress.
he ruffles through a drawer and pulls out a large first aid kit, since when was it in his room?
âthis will sting like a bitch, but itâll stop it from getting infected,â he says, shaking a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and removing the make shift dressing i have from my hand.
i close my eyes tightly and wince at the contact of it on my skin, biting my lip through the pain.
âitâs almost over, donât worry. iâm gonna put some ointment on it then a bandage okay?â
his words are soft and comforting, which somehow eases the pain to a lower level than before.
he applies the ointment first, and i sign blissfully at the relief it has on my wound.
âthatâs it, youâre doing so well,â he adds casually, wrapping the bandage around my finger.
i can feel my cheeks grow hot at his statement, him not knowing the effect his words of praise had on me.
i internally slap myself again. why do i keep thinking about him like this? jesus christ thereâs something wrong with me.
âthank you matt,â
âanytime.â
for a moment, we just stare at each other. the silence is almost suffocating, and for the first time i feel like he wants to say something but doesnât. i wonder if he thinks the same thing about me today.
i decide to quickly break the silence, âletâs go back down and eat, yeah? i donât know about you but iâm starving,â i lie, iâm actually not hungry at all. almost cutting my hand off had a way of perfectly curving my appetite, but itâs the only thing i can think to say to rip me out of the chokehold that this silence has on me.
âme too, câmonâ he stands up and reaches out his hand for mine.
iâve never been more confused in my fucking life. it was one thing to catch me when i fall, bring my suitcase inside, but praise me? hold my hand twice? i donât know if iâm just delusional or if this is part of some code matt wants me to decipher, either way, iâm at my wits end.
i take his hand to help me up, and he smiles at me and we drop our hands at the same time. i smile back and he turns away to lead us back downstairs, i make sure heâs first so that he doesnât see my face contort into a look of embarrassment.
definitely way over thinking it.
Ëŕ¨ŕ§âď˝ĄË â Ëŕ¨ŕ§âď˝ĄË â Ëŕ¨ŕ§âď˝ĄË â Ëŕ¨ŕ§âď˝ĄË â Ëŕ¨ŕ§
after a great dinner and a few drinks all around, everyone says their goodnights and head to their bedrooms.
i do the same, and after a few hours, despite no one else in the house being awake and a couple drinks in me, i am nowhere near the point of falling asleep.
tossing and turning is all i can manage myself to do, sweating i donât know which; being so hot and bothered by everything matt has done earlier or the vermont heat just personally attacking me and only me tonight.
i peel off the sheets and pillows, and it provides me with some relief for a little, but does nothing to fight my consciousness. with this temperature, maybe i just need a glass of water.
i creep downstairs as quiet as i can to not wake anyone, and i do the same with opening the fridge.
i look through it for a few seconds trying to find a water bottle, when a sudden voice behind me makes me jump,
âcouldnât sleep either?â
itâs matt. what the fuck, i thought he was asleep?
âmatt, you scared the shit out of me! i thought you were asleep,â
i put my hand on my chest to cure the spike in heart rate, and turn around changing my focus back to the fridge.
âlooking for a water? great minds think alike,â I hear his feet shuffle close behind me, and i feel the immediate spike in heart rate come back again when he moves me over, brushing up against me with a steady grip on my waist.
âright over here,â he says? pulling out two water bottles from the fridge. i feel like iâm going to fucking explode.
âthanks,â i crack open the lid, âso whatâs keeping you up this late?â i say as my best attempt at remaining as calm and cool as possible.
âeh, yâknow, just thinking about things. what about you?â he asks, and we sip simultaneously.
thereâs honestly two answers to this question, I could say the truth or i could just agree.
i decide to go with the significantly less risky answer, but before i can even get the first word out he starts again,
âidea, letâs go in the hot tub,â his smile is so fucking innocent when he says it, it just drives me nuts.
i donât even bother bringing up how âthe heat is bothering meâ when heâs standing there, askingâno, not even asking me to go to the hot tub with him; telling me.
âoh yeah iâm down. maybe the heat will help us get sleepy,â i lie through my teeth, but saying it as nonchalantly as possible so he hopefully canât hear the nervousness in the undertones of my voice.
âperfect, iâll go change real quick and meet you out there,â he slips away with a light jog and i head his door close before i can even actually process whatâs going on.
unfortunately thereâs no time to think too deeply about it, and i book it to my room to change.
i have a couple options that i need to decide through quickly, ultimately landing on a dark blue stringed two piece.
i throw on the tshirt i had while sleeping over my bikini and quietly jog to the hot tub, located on the back end of the property, in its own reserved area. matt is already in there waiting for me, arms spread and his eyes lock with mine right when i come outside.
âhey,â
âhi, howâs the tem-â
âare you just going to stand there and talk or are you going to come in?â his words leave me slightly dumbfounded, but i can bounce back from this.
âoh, iâm coming,â i say, beginning to peel off the shirt I have on. i walk to the edge and begin to lower myself in, mattâs eyes locked on my body the whole time.
i pretend not to notice.
âthank you,â i say to him, a confused look popping on his face.
âfor what?â
âtaking care of me today, you didnât have to do anything you did at all,â the words somehow just flow out of my mouth without realizing and i watch him as he lets out a light hearted laugh and looks down,
âyou already thanked me today before, but no problem, i wanted to,â he replied, turning his gaze to match mine, i swear i feel like his eyes can see into my soul when he looks at me now.
âyou did? why?â i ask out of genuine curiosity. itâs not like he would have never done something for me before today, but it was different; it was how he did. whether it has to do with me specifically or not, i really want to know.
âyouâre my favorite girl in this world, how could i just not take care of you?â i donât notice that weâve slowly been moving towards each other this entire conversation, and now our bodies are just a few inches apart.
âthis whole time i was thinking you were just being niceâ matt, you donât know what you do to me,â i confess, my stare going back and forth between both his eyes, aching for any hint at what he could be thinking.
âgod, speak for yourself, itâs almost impossible to stop how i feel about you; or hide itâ he pushing the hair in front of my face behind my ear and pulls me closer to him by the back of my neck.
the feeling i had when he caught me today, cleaned my hand and praised me, brushed up against me, all comes rushing back to me instantly, blissful in the knowing that itâs justified.
âcan i kiss you?â
this man could not get any more perfect.
âmhm,â i give out and nod in affirmation, and immediately feel his lips press against mine.
at first the kiss is slow and deep, his hands not being able to sit still against my skin.
i feel the heat between legs rise, and i shortly become impatient with the painfully slow pace heâs at. as much as i love it, iâm craving more; more of him.
i gently bite and suck on his bottom lip, earning a groan from him, and he instantly gets the message. his kisses become sloppier, less tamed, and they start to work their way down my neck.
i moan in pleasure as he sucks the sweet spot between my neck and my collarbone, holding my back and nipping as he makes his way up to hungrily claim my lips.
âcan i take this off?â he waits for my consent, fiddling with the small strings that are holding my bathing suit together.
âdo whatever you want to me,â i breathe out, and i mean it.
he pulls me in by my waist and kisses me again, our tongues battling as he unties the strings of my bikini top and removes the fabric between us without breaking a single kiss.
the cold air on my tits compared to the steaming hot tub causes me to gasp, and i pull even closer to matt, pressing my chest against his own.
he moans lightly and moves his mouth from mine, holding me up by the legs around his lips to carry me to the edge of the hot tub.
in no time he claims my nipple, sucking and licking hard on the area, making me grow even wetter by the minute.
âmmh, mattâ i moan out, tipping my head back in pleasure.
âfeels good, baby?â i nod vigorously, and he descends his kisses down me stopping when he gets in between my legs to my clothed core.
his thumb circles my clit, and i have to bite my lip in order to not scream his name immediately.
âyouâre so wet already, i love it. can i taste you baby?â he purrs, knowing exactly what kind of answer heâs getting, well aware of the state he put me in.
ây-yes, god, please do,â i beg him, and he works immediately to untie the strings of my bottoms and let them fall off, exposing myself to him.
the steam from the hot tub does not do me any favors in the burning heat in my core, both from that and the sheer fact i want him to fuck me senseless right now.
âmmmâ matt begins,
âi knew your pussy would be pretty, just look at how beautiful you are,â he rubs his fingers between my wet folds and i blush at his words.
âiâm gonna show you how beautiful you are,â he says, right before pushing my legs further apart for him to suck my clit.
i canât help myself from grabbing a handful of his brown locks and squeezing my legs together against his head, and he groans in response.
his groan sends vibrations further into my pussy, making it even more impossible to suffocate the loud moans escaping from my lips.
he goes to work making out with my core, and each suck, kiss, and moan makes me exponentially closer to exploding all over him.
âm-matt i feel it iâm-â and he stops, i shoot him a confused look, attempting to get rid of the edge thatâs holding me right now.
i rub my own clit, looking him in the eye and watch his breath hitch as i moan at my own self pleasure.
i almost manage to stick two fingers in myself, but before that happens he grabs my wrists, taking the pleasure from me yet again.
âi stopped because i want you to cum on my dick, can you do that for me?â he questions softly, rubbing his clothed erection on my pussy.
the feeling of it makes me buzz, âyes i can matt, fuck me,â i say in a mix of demanding and asking, and he removes himself from his black swim trunks and lets his throbbing dick spring out.
he pumps himself a few times before aligning up with my entrance. matt pushes himself in, lewd noises escaping from both of our mouths and bodies slapping against one another.
âyeah, take that shit baby. youâre doing so well.â he moans into my ear, his repeated statement of praise is music to me.
âyouâre so beautiful, how can anyone be so perfect,â he breathes out, hard deep strokes becoming sloppier by the minute.
mattâs words cause me to hit dangerously close to cumming, and without warning i paint white all over his dick; but that doesnât stop himâ
âsorry i d-didnât say it happened s-so fast,â i apologize as he keeps thrusting into me,
âmm donât be sorry, you did just what i asked. iâm gonna cum too angel,â
âcum in me, mattâ
he wastes no time arguing with me and releases shortly after into me; his and my own liquids leaking down my thigh.
i do my best to catch my breath, and he cups my face and presses a sweet kiss on my nose,
âi made a mess outta, you huh,â he laughs playfully, also trying to regain his own air.
i let out a tired laugh of my own âyeah, iâm gonna have to shower and go to bed; after all that, im surprisingly ready to sleep,â i tease and poke his chest, he drops his jaw pretending to be offended.
âyeah yeah, surprisingly, whatever. can i join you in that shower?â he suggests, handing me a towel before covering himself with one too.
âhm, only if you join me in my bed after,â i smile, wrapping my body in the soft material,
âdeal,â he whispers, kissing my head, carrying me all the way to his bathroom, before grabbing my things and putting them on his bed.
except this time, itâs our bed.
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Strange Love
i am so fucking obsessed with this man it ain't even FUNNY. oh btw here's some filth
Ship: Logan Howlett x Mutant!Fem!Reader đŠ¸
Rating: 18+ (i need jesus)
Wordcount: 4.5k
Warnings: smut, foreplay, mentions of PTSD, bloodplay, PnV sex, oral (fem!receiving), fingering, logan's teeth, choking, knifeplay, slight voyeurism if you squint seriously this is so dirty i NEED jesus
Song: Strange Love by Halsey
It wasnât the tossing and turning that woke you. It wasnât the occasional movement of his hands, the pushing into your side, the sheets being tugged off your body. You had grown accustomed to the flinches and twitches. Those things were typical when sharing a bed with someone.Â
It was his breathing. Short, quick, ragged. Like a band of iron was squeezing his chest and restricting his lungs.
Your eyes snapped open and flicked to Logan. He was covered in sweat, beads dripping down his forehead plastered in drenched hair. His teeth were bared, grinding. Sharp canines digging into his bottom lip and splitting the skin before the wounds would seal themselves. Fists clenched in the damp sheets, claws just barely poking out of between his knuckles, fingers squeezing the cotton between them.
Right, a nightmare. He was having a nightmare.
These were a nightly occurrence for him. Loganâs past would dredge itself up in his sleep and torture him for hour upon sleepless hour. Raking his mind through the coals only for him to wake up and not remember a thing.Â
It was risky to wake him like this. Once, Marie had tried to get him to wake up only for Loganâs adamantium claws to end up pierced in her stomach. She was fine, having briefly absorbed Loganâs healing ability and allowed herself to live.
That wasnât a risk you could take. You had a minor amount of healing your body was capable of. Smaller cuts and bruises were your specialty. You could manipulate the rate at which blood flowed and carried the necessary chemicals in order to seal wounds and reverse bruising. Foot-long claws stabbed into your abdomen werenât something you could easily fix.
You cleared your throat, shifting to the side of the bed opposite him, and said, âLogan?â
No response. He continued to breathe heavily, eyes darting back and forth beneath his furrowed brow. You sat up, determined to end this round of nightly torment.Â
âLogan? Hun, wake up,â you said, louder than the previous attempt. A string of incoherent mumbles escaped between his clenched teeth. You sighed and climbed out of bed. Turning to face him and crossing your arms, you braced yourself and yelled, âLogan!â
His hazel eyes flew open as he jolted up, claws shooting out and chest heaving. Silver light glinted off the six razor sharp claws jutting out of his fists. The sheets bunched around his bare waist, his pillow falling off the bed and onto the floor.
âLogan?â you asked, as quiet and calming as possible. Loganâs gaze shifted to you from darting wildly around the room. As soon as his eyes met yours, the claws retreated back beneath his flushed and clammy skin.
He swallowed with difficulty as his mind registered who you were. You could practically see the gears turning beneath his soaked, dark hair.
âLogan? Itâs me,â you said. Logan squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed at his eyelids.
âShit, Iâm sorry, doll. Did I wake you?â he grunted. He leaned back on one arm as he smoothed his hair away from his face. It was hard to prevent your gaze from wandering. A toned, tanned chest peppered in dark chest hair melting into defined abs with a trail of dark hair leading beneath the sheets. It took a lot of willpower to look back at Loganâs face.
âEh, Iâm used to it,â you replied, an easy smile falling across your lips. You kneeled back on the bed and ran a comforting hand along his shoulder. His gaze fell to your hand then met your eyes again.Â
âItâs not the best thing to get used to,â he said. You could feel the muscles in his shoulder tensing under your palm. A frown stretched across his face, âI shouldnât be wakinâ you every night.â
âItâs a sacrifice Iâm willing to make,â you said softly. You lifted your free hand and smoothed out the wrinkles created by his furrowed eyebrows. Logan smacked your hand away as you laughed.
âSeriously. I could hurt you,â he insisted. To emphasize his point, a single claw extended from his right hand, opposite of the side closest to you. He lifted the metal beside his face and said, âWhen I sleep, I ainât in control of these things. I⌠I canât lose you.â
You raised your hand, running your fingertips across Loganâs arm, before taking his fist in yours. He allowed the action, keeping the claw extended. You moved his hand closer to your face.
âWhatâre you doinâ?â he asked, tugging his hand out of yours. The silver claw retracted back between his knuckles. You sighed while climbing into his lap, straddling his hips with your thighs. You grabbed the same hand again.
âDo you trust me?â you asked. Loganâs glare searched for some kind of trick or fear hiding behind your amused expression.
âOf course I do,â he replied, albeit a little apprehensive. You placed a chaste kiss to his middle-finger knuckle.
âThen extend your claw, handsome,â you breathed into his skin.
Loganâs shoulders shuddered, his eyes falling closed as a strained breath floated from his lips. The hand you had stroking along his neck shifted to bury its fingers in his hair. His back arched, his bare chest meeting your sleep shirt.
âVampire-â
âExtend your claw. Iâll prove that youâll never hurt me,â you whispered. Your lips trailed across his knuckles while your fingers tangled in the soft strands at the base of his neck. A quiet groan bounced around inside Loganâs chest.
Slowly, reluctantly, his middle adamantium claw slid out of his fist. Moonlight danced along the sharp edge and gave the claw an almost ethereal glow. You turned Loganâs hand, inspecting the claw at all angles, enjoying the reflections it projected on the walls.
âDo you trust me?â you said, repeating yourself. You needed absolute clarity before continuing. Logan nodded as another shudder worked its way over his chest. You ran your eyes over his expression. His eyes were closed, tense, his lips parted slightly. The hand you had in his hair rested on his jaw, fingers buried in his short beard, thumb tracing his bottom lip, âYes or no, Logan.â
âYes. Yes, doll, I do,â he replied.
With the affirmation you needed, you shifted your focus back to the threatening claw in front of you. You considered it for a moment. The length, the width, the sharp edge. Squaring your shoulders and steeling your nerves, you brought his hand closer to your face as you parted your lips.Â
You ran the blade along the center of your tongue. The bite of cold metal pierced your flesh and stung as it slid along the muscle. You felt blood pool in your mouth, leaking out of the corners of your lips and down your chin.
Loganâs eyes popped open when the scent of your blood filled his nose. He yanked his fist away as his claw disappeared. Both of his palms clung to the sides of your face. You kept your mouth open, smiling, cradling the pooling blood on your tongue.
âWhat the shit? The hellâs wrong with you, vampire?â Logan exclaimed. Your smile held steady as his expression grew frantic. You watched Loganâs face closely as you enacted your plan.Â
Your blood began to float out of your mouth in small beads, tiny planets chasing each other, flying from your tongue and into the air around you, forming a ring circling your head. Once youâd cleared most of the blood, you focused on closing the wound. You felt the flesh knit itself back together inch by inch, wound stitching itself closed. When the last bit of leaking blood had exited your mouth, your tongue fully healed, you closed your smile and let the droplets orbit your head.
âYou wonât hurt me, Logan. No more than others have in the past,â you said. Loganâs expression remained unchanged, still eyeing you like you were fucking insane, hands clutched to both sides of your face. You stuck your tongue out again. âSee? No harm done.â
âYou⌠You can heal?â he asked. His thumb glided across your face to run along your bottom lip. You let your mouth fall open so he could see the absence of blood. He scoffed, âWhy didnât you tell me?â
âItâs not nearly as strong as yours. I can heal surface level stuff on anyone, not just me. Blood manipulation and all,â you explained. A fond smile remained settled across your face. You willed the blood floating around you to soar through the air in a stream, like crimson ribbons braiding and weaving into each other, before directing it into an empty glass on the nightstand.
Logan looked like you had told him the wildest theory about the moon landing imaginable. Eyebrows raised to his widowâs peak, nose scrunched, lips parted, eyes wide. It would have been amusing, laughable even, if it wasnât such a tense moment.
Without warning his mouth was on yours, fingers tangled in your hair, arms shoving your chest against his. His hips rocked up against yours and you felt just how hard this conversation had made him. You gasped into his mouth when he tugged at the base of your neck.
âAll this time,â he murmured. One of his hands left your hair and tugged up the hem of your t-shirt. His teeth trailed from your lips, to your jaw, to the soft skin at the crook of your neck, âAll this fuckinâ time. I was worried Iâd hurt you. That Iâd wake up and skewer you like I did Rogue.â
A choked moan escaped your lips when his hand squeezed at your breast. Rough and calloused and almost mean. Loganâs sharp canines nicked the skin above the artery that ran beneath your ear. You whined as blood leaked from the new wound.
âBut you? Youâre just full of fucking surprises, arenât you?â he said. He licked a broad swipe across the blood streaming down your throat. You ground down into his cock, the heat between your thighs seeking as much friction as possible. Both of you moaned as the deep liquid coated Loganâs mouth.Â
âWeâve got-shit, plenty of time to find them all,â you said through a breathless grin. The fingers in your hair tightened and tugged your head back, baring your throat as Logan lapped at your neck, staining it red.Â
You continued to grind into him while your hands gripped his forearms. Your nails dug into his skin, pinpricks of red sprouting around the crescent shapes. You brought a finger up to your mouth and licked along the tip of the nail. An explosion of copper coated your freshly healed tongue. A taste like none youâd ever had before, like a long-aged wine thatâd just been opened.Â
You needed to have more.
The knife you kept on your nightstand, the pommel a glass ball filled with your blood, swished through the air and landed in your open palm. Your other hand carded through Loganâs hair in an attempt to get his attention.
âCan I cut you?â you breathed. A feral grin spread across Loganâs face. His claw shinked back out of his fist and slashed down your shirt. The cotton separated like butter under a hot knife, your shirt sagging down your shoulders and falling away from your chest. A thin cut was left between your breasts. Like a red clay path between two rolling hills.Â
âAs long as I can cut you,â he replied, tongue tracing the new wound. Your head fell back as you arched into his mouth, doing your best to focus on closing the bite in your neck. Getting the skin to connect was growing more difficult as Logan coated his tongue in red and his half-lidded eyes met yours.
âFuck, okay, Iâll take that as a yes,â you said through gritted teeth. You shrugged off your destroyed t-shirt as you felt the cut on your neck close. Your left hand tugged at Loganâs hair, bringing his lips back to yours, bare chests colliding.Â
The air between you grew heated and humid. Teeth clashed, tongues darted into each otherâs mouths tasting of copper and sin, claws and nails and blade slicing through skin, fingers pulling on hair. Each wound that closed was replaced with a fresh one, tongue and lips following the lines of leaking blood. If you were normal both of you would be covered in more scars than one could count. But, because you were mutants, the skin sealed as if nothing had ever pierced it. Smooth and soft and absolutely covered in blood.
You felt the room spin as you and Logan flipped. He had one hand on your shoulder, pinning your torso to the bed, while the other wrapped around your throat. His broad, warm hand nearly encompassed your whole neck. The power he held over you stoked the flames in your abdomen to burn away at your sense and reason.
His mouth was back on yours, drinking from you like a dying man. Teeth nipped at your lips, your tongue, your chin. Sharp bites that left the taste of copper in their wake. The hand on your shoulder traveled down your overheated body. Passing over swathes of skin painted red and bruises long since dissipated. His fingertips brushed along the waistband of your shorts and a growl reverberated from his throat.
âYou have three seconds to get these off before theyâre ripped off,â Logan said, the words echoing in your mind like a prayer in an empty chapel.
You had never stripped yourself so fast in your life. Your fumbling hands slipped beneath your waistband, having to concentrate on both getting naked and Loganâs mouth on yours, and you slipped both your panties and your shorts off in one pull. You kicked them off the bed in record time.
âMm, that was five seconds. Iâll need to see to that later,â he said, kissing down your jaw between growled words. A shiver rolled across your spine at the way his voice thrummed against your neck. You felt the hand gripping your throat tighten, restricting your breathing, making you gasp. Your hands launched forward, seeking anything to grab in their path, landing on the forearm choking you. Logan nipped your collarbone as he said, âDonât be surprised to see those shorts in shreds tomorrow.â
He loosened his grip slightly, letting warm air back into your heaving lungs. You felt your pulse rushing in your ears.
âLogan, please,â you whimpered. The heat between your legs was unbearable. Wave after wave of arousal slammed into your trembling body and left you breathless. Your thighs were definitely soaked. You could feel wetness dripping off your skin and onto the sheets below you. Logan bit harder at your lowest rib, making you cry out, âPlease! I need you. Please, Logan.â
âIâve got you, hotstuff. Donât worry,â he purred. His canines dragged along your stomach, leaving fire in their wake, as he shifted lower on your body. The hand gripping your throat slid down your chest and pinned your hips in place, arm slung across your stomach like a lead pipe. His free hand massaged and groped at your shaking thighs. He looked up at you through his eyelashes, grinning, âSo polite, how can I refuse?â
The first pass of his tongue through your cunt made your back bow off the bed. Your hands scrabbled against the soaked sheets, nonsense and cries of ecstasy escaping through your kiss-swollen lips.
A low groan passed through his throat and vibrated against your clit. Your eyes rolled back in your head at the shocks of pure pleasure zipping through your bloodstream.
âFuck, sugar. All this just for me, huh?â he murmured. You werenât entirely sure if it was meant for you, but before you could decide he buried his face in your cunt. Tongue spearing inside you, nose bumping against your clit, large fingers holding you open. The air inside your lungs shot out of you like a bullet.Â
If your mind had any sense left, the sounds you and Logan were making wouldâve been obscene. The wet squelching of him licking at your folds, his rough grunts, your breathless moans and airy whimpers. It wouldâve made you embarrassed to ever show your face outside of this room again. But with Logan between your thighs and his arm braced across your abdomen, you could hardly care.Â
He shifted so his lips could wrap around your clit, sucking and running the blunt edge of his teeth over where youâre most sensitive. A startled yelp kicked out of your mouth. Your hands flew to his hair and tangled in the damp strands. You felt his fingers run along your entrance, gathering slick along the calloused pads.
âYou want me inside you, doll?â he asked huskily, sounding almost as wrecked as you felt. It took all your willpower to lift your eyelids and meet Loganâs eyes.Â
âPlease. Please, please, I need you Logan,â you slurred. Your grip on his hair tightened in an attempt to emphasize your point.Â
He latched back onto your clit, eyes still locked with yours, as two fingers pushed inside you. The digits entered you with almost no resistance, you were so soaked. A loud moan fell from your lips as the accompanying noise from your cunt made you feel fucking filthy.
âFuck, doll,â he grunted against your clit. He started pumping his fingers inside you, slow at first, letting you feel every ridge and knuckle glide in and out, making sure to brush against that spot inside you that made you see stars every time. Your thighs involuntarily clenched around his head. Your head flew back against the mattress beneath you, breath leaving your gaped mouth in quick bursts.
When his pace increased, you knew you wouldnât last much longer. That coil in your core was tightening at a speed that even Peter couldnât compete with. Your fingers scraped at Loganâs scalp, breathing seeming to be a thing of the past.
âCome for me, vampire,â he said, slipping a third finger inside you. The claws attached to the arm across your waist extended, piercing into the mattress and securing you further on the bed. If Logan wasnât who he was, youâd be afraid of hurting him from how tight your thighs were squeezed around his head. But that chrome dome was nowhere near perturbed as he shoved you into your first orgasm of the night.
Sparks of white hot electricity short-circuited your brain and rendered you breathless. Your back seized up and arched off the bed, mouth flying open, breath halted inside frozen lungs. Pulsing, neverending, world-encompassing pleasure covered you like a thick, electrified blanket. Zaps of shityesgood sparked across your skin, burrowing deep into your flesh and filling your veins.
âThere ya go, thatâs a good girl,â Logan said. You barely registered him, the roaring in your ears was so loud. He continued to finger you through your orgasm, placing the occasional kiss on your hyper-sensitive skin, making you jolt.
It took several minutes for the aftershocks to stop, for the blanket to lift off your body. Logan slid his fingers out of you and brought them to his lips. Low groans brought you back to reality as he licked your slick off his fingers.
His claws retracted as he climbed back up your body, placing sloppy wet kisses as he went. You hummed when his lips found yours. You could taste yourself on his tongue, tangy and salty and distinctly you. Mixed with Loganâs smoke and whiskey, you felt like you could breathe this taste and grow intoxicated. You whined as Logan pulled back.
âReady for more?â he asked. You nodded, biting your lip as a smile graced your features.
Logan grinned back as he hiked your legs up onto his hips and positioned himself by your entrance, cock hard and heavy in his hand. Your hands laced in his hair and yanked his mouth back to yours. The wet, hot tip of his cock glided through your folds, making both of you groan into each otherâs mouths.
The first push inside stretched you almost to the point of pain, but you were so wet and needy you hardly cared. Your breathing grew ragged, panting into Loganâs open mouth, as he slid inside you. Every vein along his cock dragged against your walls, making you whine and cant beneath him.Â
When he was buried to the hilt inside you, hips connected with your thighs, he braced one hand above you while the other held your leg on his hip. It seemed to take all of his willpower to open his eyes and look down at you.
âShit, you feel good. Doinâ alright?â he groaned. You nodded a frantic yes, gripping his hair tighter and touching his forehead to yours.
âLogan please fuck me, please, please,â you whispered. You were barely cognizant. Just a body made of an animalistic need. A pure, feral, unadulterated need that only Logan could satisfy.
Logan chuckled, âWhen you ask like that, doll, how could I say no?â
The slow drag out of you made you grieve the loss of feeling completely full. Your nails dug into Loganâs scalp as whiny moans passed through your clenched teeth. He whispered reassurance into your skin as he pushed back inside, a smooth glide all the way in. He tried to set a slow pace, tried to give you time to adjust. But the pleas spilling from your lips and the grip of your thighs around his hips gave him the last shove he needed.
Quick, wet slaps bounced around the room as he rammed into you, over and over and over again. Pounding into you so hard you swore you could feel him in your throat and that if you werenât mutant, you would break. High moans met choked grunts in the air between you. The bedâs wooden headboard slammed into the wall behind you in pace with Loganâs thrusts.Â
And just like that his teeth were on you again. Biting and scraping and marking, drawing blood just for it to disappear under his tongue. Your shoulders, your collarbone, your breasts, your neck. None were left unmarked. And they remained ravaged, your mind too fractured by his relentless fucking to focus on healing yourself.Â
âFuck, vampire,â he moaned against your skin. His eyes were glassy, distant. Like his entire mind was devoted to filling you to the brim over and over again. The hand braced above your head grabbed the back of your neck, lifting your head so his lips could crash into yours. You were a mess of teeth and tongues and blood. Mindless, breathless moans swallowed between you.
You could feel that coil again. It tightened tauntingly at each thrust, each pound into you that drove you further into insanity. Flames of pure need licked and burned along your skin, only satisfied when Logan was filling you to the brim. Jesus, if you couldnât feel every thrust rattle your teeth and send you further into oblivion.
Logan adjusted above you, nearly folding you in half as both his hands landed next to you on the bed. Like this, every thrust hit that spot inside you. Splitting you open to leave nothing but a moaning mess behind.Â
He groaned above you, teeth gritted, and his claws shot out of his fists. The sound of fabric tearing filled your roaring ears. Deep gauges left in the mattress on either side of your head. Threatening, terrifying even. But to your fuck-drunk mind it only turned you on more. The unquenchable furnace burning in your core flamed into a blazing inferno. Your fingers scraped along his skin, searching mindlessly for something to ground you.
Another groan from Logan, reverberating from deep in his chest, as his forehead touched yours again. A spot of gentleness in the undeniably brutal way he was fucking you.
âIâm-Fuck!-Iâm getting real close, doll,â he grunted, his pace never slowing or lessening in its ferocity. He unburied his hand from the bed, retracting his claws, and lowered it between your bodies to rub circles into your swollen clit.
âAh! Fuck, Logan!â you yelped. You could feel yourself hurtling toward your inescapable second orgasm. Your eyes, unfocused as they were, tried to zero in on Logan above you. You felt like you were caught beneath a launching rocket, being blasted by the flames from the metal beast above you.
One, two, three more thrusts and then you were gone. Ecstasy poured into your veins like ink in water, drowning all you were, all you knew, all you felt. Eyes clouding over with swirling spots of black and white, the inferno in your core overtaking you like a forest fire. All you were was burned away, flames inhaling your body and mind, until all that was left was a mewling, breathless, writhing person that didnât feel like yourself.Â
Logan wasnât too far behind you. The relentless pounding inside you grew ragged, sloppy, his fingers tangling in your hair to let him breathe the same air as you. A sharp groan echoed from his chest as his thrusts stilled, spilling inside you. Hands gripped at the soft flesh on your hips, pinning you against him, prolonging his orgasm.
You felt weightless, like you were floating on the destroyed bed below you and the only thing keeping you grounded was Logan on top of you. Lazy, trembling fingers traced the veins on his forearms, still clutched to your sides. Your hazy vision focused on his face. Blissed out, eyes closed, chest heaving. You felt a lopsided grin stretch across your swollen lips.
âTold you, ya wonât hurt me,â you rasped. You must have screamed at some point, because your throat was scratchy and sore. Not that you minded.
Logan let out a breathless chuckle above you. His fingers massaged soothing circles into your hips as his eyes opened, gaze landing on your post-orgasmic smirk.
He cleared his throat then said, âYou sure? I got pretty rough.â
Your eyes fell closed as you used the remaining fragments of your mind to close the wounds across your neck and chest, willing the skin to seal and the bruises to flush away. Once you were satisfied you opened your eyes again.
âNothing I canât handle,â you said, grinning. Logan shook his head, matching your grin, as he slid out of you. An involuntary whine slipped up your throat at the loss of him inside you. The loss was quickly remedied by him laying down beside you, wrapping you in his arms and tucking you against his chest. You settled in, nestling your cheek against his damp skin, while he hummed above you.
âI know you can, but Iâm not so sure about the sheets.â
Embarrassment flooded your cheeks as you observed the carnage around you. The once (somewhat) pristine, light blue sheets were absolutely covered in blood, loose threads, and other results of what the two of you had just done. Not to mention the holes in the mattress that could no way in hell be fixed.
You let out a sigh as your hand covered your eyes, face flushed. Logan smirked and kissed the top of your head.
âWeâll get âem replaced, doll. Donât worry about it,â he said, amusement at your situation laced in every word.
However, the two of you froze in response to the words that filled your heads, the disappointment palpable and tone icy.
âItâll come out of your wallets.â
i'd like to thank @madschiavelique and @gracethyomen for encouraging my obsession with logan. much love to them both and the rest of the murdock tuna team đ
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Server Room (1)
mini series - jeon jungkook
Pairings: IT!JK x Reader
Summary: Â Your new IT guy is quiet and shy. But when you accidentally caught him doing something in the server room, while moaning your name, you just had to pretend you didnât see that, right? Even if you can't help but feel something, like, help him?
Ratings: 18+ ONLY! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
Warnings: Explicit language, Mature Contents
Au/Genre: Smut (X), Office au, Mini Series
Word Count: 1.5K
Note: I wanted to write more, seems like this is my hyperfocus rn, but Iâm sick, you guys. I skipped our companyâs year-end party tn, so here I am typing with snot, lol. Hope you enjoy this, please let me know what you think! More to come. đ
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The office floor buzzes with the noise of chatter and the clicking of keyboards. Four more hours to go, and youâre free from this torture. Work has been exhausting lately, with everyone scrambling to finish everything before year-end.
Youâve been typing furiously, finishing a report you need to present tomorrow, but when you hit the Enter key, nothing happensâŚ
And as if the world is playing tricks on you, your screen turns blueâŚ
Enter. Esc. asoyjebcvbcjkv.
No! No no no!
You stare at it in disbelief. You worked so hard on this reportâthereâs no way it didnât save, right???
You suddenly stand up and rush to one of your friends at work, and your go-to guy in IT, Yoongi.
You open the door to the IT department and let out an exaggerated sigh before plopping down next to Yoongiâs desk. Heâs wearing huge headphones and tinkering with a motherboard.
âI need your magical powers right now. You can retrieve my report after this thing died on me, right?â you say, shoving your laptop toward him.
Yoongi looks up at you, eyes wide in surprise.
âOh⌠youâre not Yoongi.â
âOhâuhmâŚâ not-Yoongi stammers, quickly pulling off his headphones, clearly startled by your sudden appearance.
Big, round eyes stare at you for a moment, like a deer in headlights.
After a few seconds, you stand up, gently pulling your laptop away from his face.
âIâm sorry. I thought you were Yoongi. Is heââ
âHeâs not here. Heâs on PTO for a week. The rest of the team went to check the new equipment coming in. Uhâ Iâm new here,â he says, almost too quickly, before gulping nervously. âI started last weekâŚâ His words trail off abruptly, as if realizing heâs said too much.
âOh! Right. I forgot about his PTO. Vacation. Yeah. UhmâŚâ You laugh at yourself, realizing you completely forgot about Yoongiâs vacation. Heâs going fishing and camping with Jin, his brother, and wow, that actually sounds amazing. You really need a vacation too, but goddamn it, the report, YN! You really need that report!
âYes. Report. I really really need your help. Iâm YN btw, and youâreâŚ?â
âJungkook,â he says in a breathy voice.
âRight. Hi, Jungkook. I didnât realize there was a new guy in IT. So, listen... my laptop just died, and I really need your help retrieving a report Iâve been working on for days. Iâd be so grateful... please?â you smiled sweetly as you subtly leaned in, because lord, youâre desperate and running out of time.
He nods quietly and places your laptop on his desk. He inspects the device and types a few keys. After a few seconds, still without looking at you, he says, âI need to run some tests. It may take a whileâŚâ
âHow long exactly?â You nervously bite your lip. Thereâs no way this report canât be retrieved. You have no backup, obviously relying on the laptop to save everything.
âMaybe... tomorrow? IâIâll try to fix it,â Jungkook stammers, his cheeks slightly pink as he types a few commands.
âNo!â You cut him off a little too quickly, then softened your tone to control the panic rising in your chest. âI have a presentation first thing tomorrow, and I need it today. Tonight, at the latest.â
He still doesnât look at you, focusing on the device.
âIâll try my best. You can come back later before you go home.â Thatâs all he says before turning his chair away from you.
You were about to further insist on the urgency of this matter, but you donât want to push him more. Youâre at the mercy of this guy, and heâs the only one who can help you right now.
You nod, trying to keep your frustration in check. "Okay, Iâll be back before 5 pm." you say, giving him a small, grateful smile. âThanks, Jungkook. I appreciate it.â
He simply nods back, still not making eye contact as he focuses on the device.
You leave the IT department, your mind racing as you think about how to explain to your boss if the report canât be recovered.
4:07pm
You glanced at the clock for the eleventh time since leaving the IT room, your anxiety growing with each passing minute. You couldnât wait any longer to find out if the laptop was fixed, so you decided to head back to the IT room, only to find it empty.
âJungkook?â you call softly.
The room is small, with only four desks, so itâs easy to tell that no one is thereâno one except for you.
You turn to leave when your eyes catch another door with a sign that reads âServer Room.â
Jungkook must be in there, so you approach the door and push it open. But just as soon as you step inside, you hear angry grunts and heavy breathing, as if someone is straining.
A sense of panic rushes over you, as though youâre not supposed to be hereâshould you be here?
You freeze, unsure of what to do next, but then you notice movement behind one of the racks directly in front of you. Colorful inked hand moves erratically, tugging at something angrily.
Up, down, forward, backward...
You hear the grunts shift into groans, and the heavy breathing turns into soft whines.
You hear slick, wet sounds and the pounding of your own heart. You know youâre not supposed to be looking, yet you canât tear your eyes away.
Your eyes shift from his busy hands to his strained face, where you notice Jungkook biting his lip to stifle more sound from eliciting, his lip ring catching the light on his every movement, and you feel wetness soil you in your center, so you press your thighs together to try and soothe it.
You close your eyes because god why is this so wrong, and so fucking hot?
And you clench your cunt around nothing as you hear him call your name in the most strained voice, almost sounding like a plea.
âFuck⌠YN, oh god of god oh goddd!â he whined, movements quicker now.
Your face goes numb with shock from the vulgarity, and you struggle to steady your breath as you quietly storm out of the server room, praying he didnât notice you at all.
You hurriedly walk back to your desk, a wave of shame washing over you for what you saw and what you're feeling, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment and need.
You fix your already neat hair, hoping no one notices the chaos you're feeling, but what you donât realize is that Jungkook saw you leave the room, and that made him cum harder as he imagined his firm hands being your soft and wet hole instead. Â
Still shaken from the incident, you finally gather yourself at exactly 5 PM and make your way back to the IT room. Desperation fuels your stepsâthereâs no way you can let what you saw, and the way it made you feel, stop you from retrieving your laptop.
As you step inside the room, expecting a dismissive Jungkook to greet you, you instead collide with something solidâa chest.
Jungkookâs chest.
Visuals of him from a few minutes ago flash through your mind, and you let out a small gasp. He is smirking, but his expression remains unreadableâa stark contrast to the shy and aloof Jungkook you had initially met.
"I fixed it. Your data is all there. I also made sure you're logged into the reporting CRM, so your presentation pulls real-time data via API. Basicallyâyou have a backup," he said matter-of-factly, his tone professionalâbut his eyes are anything but.
He handed you the device, and you hesitantly took it, still processing everything.
With a sigh of relief, you offered him a sweet smile, your voice soft as you thanked him. "Thank you, Jungkook. You saved my life. I owe you," you murmured, though your mind was still racing, unable to shake the earlier scene.
 He nodded and remained quiet, simply watching you with a sly grin on his lips, his expression still unreadable.
The tension was unbearable. Unable to take it any longer, you quickly mumbled another "thanks" and made your exit.
When you finally reached home, exhaustion settled in, but relief quickly followed. Youâd been running on adrenaline all day, but now that it was done, you could finally breathe. The changes Jungkook made were a game-changerâit fed you real-time data seamlessly, saving you hours of work.
After adding the final touches to your presentation for tomorrow, you got ready for bed. You couldnât help but feel a mix of gratitude and awe as you closed your laptop for the night.
But your mind betrayed youâthoughts of Jungkook still lingered in your brain, refusing to let you rest.
His tattooed arm around his hardnessâŚ
The way his chest heavesâŚ
The way he was beating his dick for youâŚ
The way he sounded, his groans, his moansâŚ
How the slick and wet noise filled the airâŚ
How he looked so angry biting his lips, brows furrowed in frustrationâŚ
His dark hair stuck to his damp foreheadâŚ
The lip piercing that you were sure would feel cold against your warm foldsâŚ
You touch yourself with desperate need, pumping two fingers inside as your other hand circles your clit.
You yell his name over and over, as you buck your hips, feeling your release drench you further. Then you drift into slumber in soiled underwear and a sweet sweet smile, knowing youâll see him again tomorrow.
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hii can i request Pervert gojo finally losing control and nonconing reader after she finds him jerking off with her panties. Iâm talking pushing her down on the bed, threating to cum inside her with her begging him not to cause sheâs not on birth control only making him go harder. An age gap would be pretty hot as well
Pervert Teacher
Warnings : smut , heavy smut, unprotected sex, Noncon, Kidnapping, physically and emotional abuse, biting, size difference, Yandere Gojo, stalking, protective, jealous, obsessive, manipulative....
( All characters are aged up/18+)
Minors Do Not Interact
Read the warnings carefully....if you don't like my stories block me not report
Gojo's POV
"Am I being a pervert?" I questioned myself. I'm her sensei. Yes I am obsessed with y/n. But never let anyone know that. Not even her. I always stalk her everywhere. I know she's my student. I know she has a crush on Yuji. But I won't let her confess to him. Because she's mine! I don't like if someone touches what's mine!
Whenever she's on a mission I went in her room. See her stuffs. I steal her pantie. Does that makes me pervert? I don't care if it does... She's mine... and I'm gonna make her mine one day!
It was a normal day. I just came back home. I went to the bathroom and took a bath. I came back to my bedroom. I got dressed. I was about to close my closet when I noticed y/n's pantie. Fuck! Every time I see those I get hard. I didn't have any work to do...so why not please myself?
I unzipped my pants and took the pantie. Fuck, my dick was already hard. I wrapped her pantie around my dick. This thing always touches her pussy. I'm gonna get her pussy wrapped around my dick too soon.
I stroked myself. "F-fuck" a moan escaped my mouth. I imagined y/n. Begging me to let her suck my cock. Her small mouth trying to take my dick in. I imagined her little juicy tongue licking the tip of my dick. I keep stroking myself.
I imagined her getting wet by trying to suck my dick. How she'll beg me to fuck her and make her cum. The way she calls me sensei.... And I'll fuck her hard. Spank her. Will fuck her so hard she'll never forget who she belongs to... I imagined all those nasty things and kept stroking myself until I heard my bedroom door open. "Y/n?" I said and tried to pull up my pants to cover myself.
Y/n's POV
I was talking with Nobara on call. "Yes yes I know it was so funny" I said. "I know right" Nobara said from the other side. "Btw girl....did you give sensei his card back that he gave us for shopping yesterday?" Nobara asked. "Oh shit... I forgot! I'm gonna give him back right now" I replied. "Okey then... gonna talk later " Nobara said and the call ended.
I went to Gojo sensei's room. I was about to knock but saw the door was open. I went inside. "Sensei?" I called his name. But no answer came. I heard some noise coming from his bedroom. I looked at the direction. I saw light coming from there. "Sensei must be there" I said and went towards the bedroom.
I opened the door. "Sensei your card-" but I got shocked. "Ahhh... f-fuck y/n don't stop" I saw him moaning while he was stroking himself. Eyes closed. And moaning My name?! He opened his eyes when he heard my voice. "Y/n?" He said and tried to cover himself pulling up his pant.
"I-I'm sorry I didn't.." I was speaking then my eyes went to his other hand. Which was holding a pantie? I recognised it. That was mine.... one of those which were Missing from my closet. My eyes went back to him. I saw him staring at me. He knew I understand what was happening.
I started going back. "I-I'm sorry...." I said and turned around to get out. When I turned around he was standing in front of me. I knew he can teleport himself. He was staring at me again. "You know it now... right ?" He asked with a smirk. "W-what" I said. I started back up inside his bedroom and his was walking towards me. "Don't try to be innocent.... I know that you understood it....my six eyes are telling me it" he said. "N-No... I don't ..... P-Please " I said. He looked at me and smiled.
Suddenly he grabbed my waist and threw me on the bed with him top of me. I screamed. "Lying to your teacher,huh?" He said. "Please sensei I don't know... please let me go" I begged. "I know that you know....that means can't let you go" he replied mockingly. He pressed his lips on mine. He kissed me. he forced his tongue inside my mouth. I slapped on his chest to stop him. But he didn't.
Then he pulled away. I gasped. I was breathing heavily. When I looked at him he already stripped himself out of his shirt. "I almost edged myself when you came in here... Now you should please me better " he said and ripped off my shirt. "Nooo....stopp!!!" I sobbed. "Still not wearing a bra, huh? Or were you wishing for me to rape you?" He whispered with a smirk.
"no no no.... please let me go!!!" I sobbed. Gojo kissed me again. He grabbed my boob and started squeezing it and I moaned in the kiss. Hearing my moan Gojo stopped the kiss and crashed his mouth on my breast. I moaned out loudly. He started sucking on my breast roughly. The more I moan the more roughly he sucks and squeeze on my breasts.
He pulled away. He was still staring at me. I was trying to get away but he was locking my legs with his own legs. He ripped off my skirt and pantie. I heard an unzipping sound. He unzipped his pants again. Now I started crying. He smirked when he saw me crying. He stroked himself. It was huge. Was he going to fuck me now?!
He came on top of me again. Then he rubbed his dick on my clit. I moaned slightly. "Now spread those legs wideeeee for sensei ~" he whispered in my ear. " No no no!!!! I'm gonna tell everyone!!! I'm gonna tell this to everyone.... everyone will hate you!!!" I screamed. He pushed his whole length in one slide. "Go, tell them.... I. Don't. Care." He replied.
"ahhhhhhh.... pull out!!! Please pull out!!! It's too big.... I...I can't!!!!!!!" I sobbed and begged. "Shhh....be a good slut for sensei and please him" he said and started thrusting in and out. I screamed for help. "Nobody's gonna help you, slut....just accept it" he whispered in my ear and started thursting in and out roughly. I was throughig my legs with pain and begging him to stop. And he was liking it so much. His thurst became harder and harder.
I clenched around him tightly and he moaned loudly " ughhhhhh....ahhh s-so...ahhhh....so f-fucking tight.....oh fuck ...oh fuck.... it's even better than I thought it would be" he started rubbing my clit with his thumb and I bite his shoulder scratched his back to control myself. With a few more thurst I came. He was still thursting roughly. He choked me down to the bed. "Now look at me when I cum inside you" he said statistically. I felt his cock pulsing inside me. I tried to push him away with all of my strength.
" Ughh...no no no no...ahhhhhh...no please no....ahhhhhh..... n-not ahhhh.....not inside..." I moaned. He grabbed my throat and chocked me down to the bed. " Shhh.... shut up and just fucking take what I'm giving you." He screamed still thrusting roughly. "P-Please no.... I'm not on birth control....please don't" I begged sobbingly. I felt him going more rough after hearing it. And I sobbed more. "That's even better... I'm gonna mark you as mine...none will dare to touch you" he said with an evil laugh. Within a minute he came inside me I could feel his seed inside me. He pulled out. My vision was almost blurred out.
"wake up quick, darling.... I have to do it again ~" he whispered in my ear.
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âhow fun itâs going to be to fuck rip your insides outâ
whatever you do⌠donât fuck the psycho killer!!!
warnings: minors/ageless blogs dni, slight knife play, INO AS GHOSTFACE MHMM :3 (takuma girlies this one is for u mwahh), ino x fem reader , oral + unprotected , fingering, stalking , pet names , use of y/n , everything is consented btw
word count: 1.6k
a/n: fun fact this fic was based on a dream i had the other night LOL freak
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you were cozied up in your bedroom of the apartment that you shared with your best friend, utahime, alone one night watching horror movies (like a psychopath :D ) because she had left to go to a halloween party that one of her boyfriendâs frat friends was throwing.
âare you sure you donât want to come y/n? iâll feel bad just leaving you here, especially with that rumor of that ghostface slasher guy going around⌠youâll probably be safer with us, yâknow?â your bestie asked out of concern.
âyes âhime, ill be fine donât worry!!! plus i know im going to be all awk since i wonât really know anyone but youâ you reassured her. âokay well, just text me if you need anything, and if you want me to stop by for food on the way back just let me know âkay!! be safe please and lock the doors when i leaveâ she said as she gave you a tight hug.
âokay! bye! have fun!! but not too much fun if you catch my driftâ you teased as you stood behind the door, âoh hushâ utahime laughed as she walked away and met up with her boyfriend down the stairs. you closed the door (forgetting to lock the door because you swore that you heard the click but it was just in your imagination) and walked back to your room to start your michael myers movie marathon which got you to the situation you were in now.
little did you know that this rumored âghostfaceâ was actually plotting on you next, as he had seen you around campus and thought that you were the most beautiful thing to walk this earth but he didnât know how he was going to approach you, so he decided to do it the only way he knew how. and lucky for him the door you thought was locked was calling for him, inviting him inside. you were too focused in on your movies, that you didnât hear the sounds of him coming in and let alone hear him standing outside your bedroom door.
you were about to pop another brownie into your mouth when this mr. ghostface decided to come up behind you and place his hand over your mouth to muffle your shocked screams. you wanted to turn your head to see who it was but this mysterious masked man had a tight grip on you that it was almost impossible for you to turn around and catch a peek. âwhatâs the matter y/n, you look like you seen a ghostâ coyly said from the man behind the mask
wait a sec⌠why does his voice seem so familiar.. and how does he know my name..?
âif you keep quiet and wonât tell anyone you seen me tonight, i wonât cut your pretty head off and keep it for myself, yeah?â you muffled a âmhmâ and he delicately (which is ironic for a psycho killer) removed his hand from your mouth. âso⌠you got a boyfriend?â he inquired, you shook your head no, in fear of what heâll do if you speak. âgood.. because you donât know how much i been thinking about this moment y/n. itâs been hard seeing you walk around campus knowing your not mine.â he whispered in your ear as one hand slips down to the waistband of your ghost covered boyshorts and the other down to your right breast in your cropped black tank top.
âsomeoneâs nice and wet for someone who should be scared of the fact that the psycho killer is in their bedroom right now huhâ he mocked you in your ear as he plunged two fingers inside of you and you let out a whimper. âcum for me baby and maybe ill let you see who i amâ. he was scissoring in and out of you so good that you just couldnât help but chase your release as you rode his fingers.
what am i thinking?? i just came on a strangerâs fingers?? let alone THE ghost face killerâs fingers??
âeager to know who i am, hmm?â he said as he released his fingers from inside you and up under his mask to get a taste of you. âgreedy girl⌠iâm sorry.. but im not done with you just yet, i wanna hear you screamâ as he flips you over and lays you on your back, he pulls your shorts down to reveal that (scary!!!) you arenât wearing any panties? you can feel the flush of embarrassment rising in your face but all you hear from him is low groan and seeing him lift the mask up (just a teeny bit, exposing everything under the tip of his nose)
âwow your pussy is just as pretty as you, i need to taste more of it tooâ he starts kitten licking at your clit to get a taste then like the sicko he is, something ignites in him that make him start devouring you. you canât help the whimpers that come out of you as he starts eating you like a man who hasnât had a meal in 5 months. he then brings the same 2 fingers that were in you previously back into you as he starts sucking on your clit. you feel your second orgasm of the night building up, âgonna cum baby? good job, youâre doing amazing , i got one more thing for you then you can see who i amâ you see a little smirk peek out from under his mask; you canât help but wonder why does this dude look and seem so familiar? you had a feeling it was that cute, laidback guy from your algebra course, ino takuma. but you could also be wrong and its also wrong that you were about to cum on this strangers fingers + mouth for the second time thinking about another guy like a whore.
âgood girl, but iâm going to need you scream on this cock, mâkay?â he pulls down the black sweatpants that he had on revealing the hard on he had hidden in his boxers and his rock hard abs showing from underneath his sweatshirt. fuck, you didnât know who was more sicker in the head, this stranger that just broke in and is now about to fuck you or the fact you are drooling over his long, skinny, and hard cock staring back at you. either way, you just wanted him to relieve the need you had built up. with his mask still a little lifted, he started giving light pecks on your neck and on your chest as he was rolling his hips into you, leaving your arousal smearing all over the front of his boxers.
âf-fuck me⌠pleaseâ you mumbled under your breath.
âwhat was that doll? you said you want me toâŚâ he paused as he let his length spring out as he freed it from his boxers, âto fuck you?â he pumped it a few times as he watched you practically beg for him with your cute, big, pleading eyes, âpleaseâ you whimpered as you look up at him. and he was wasting nooooo time because like i said before, he was waaaitinggg for this moment ever since heâs laid eyes on you. he wonât admit it but the amount of times heâs fisted himself to you, is a shameful amount but even he canât believe it himself right now in this moment that his dream was about to come true.
he let out a low growl as he bottoms out inside of you, feeling you clench and gasp around him as you struggle to take him whole, he was fighting the urge not to finish already because goodness gracious did you feel ten times way better than his hand. âyouâre such a good girl, you know that right⌠taking it so good, letting a psycho killer fuck you like the whore you areâ he then remembered that he had his prop knife with him, not the real one but its close to it, because he didnât want to hurt his beautiful girl, and pulled it out to hold it gently against your neck while still pounding you into your pink mattress. âjust think baby, how fun this is going to be when i fuck your guts out, yeah?â deep down you knew you had some kinks, but whoever this stranger is, he just unleashed a kink you never knew you had because you couldnât help the sounds that rolled out of your mouth as he kept hitting that sweet spot in you while holding his signature weapon to your throat.
and its like somehow he knew what you were about to ask because he took off his mask and you were shocked to see that this stranger who was deep inside of you, messy brown hair down, sweat running down his jawline, and breathless ,was indeed who you had a feeling about before. the man you caught yourself drooling over in algebra class many times was the ghostface slasher that was pounding into you at this very moment. you felt your orgasm coming, and coming hard all over his length and at the same time you can feel his coming too. âgânna cum all over this cock arenât you pretty girl? go âhead, itâs all yours ma. youâre going to make me cum all inside of you tooâ he moaned in your ear as he shot long and warm ropes of his seed into you as he collapsed on top of your warm, fucked out body.
you couldnât help but play with his hair a little bit as you mumbled âino⌠is that you..â he was shocked that you even knew his name but he gave you a kiss to your cheek to confirm that yes, it was him. âdid i scare ya?â he giggled. âletâs do this again sometime, yeah?â
now⌠if utahime comes home to see you like this when she checks in on you, what the heck were you going to tell her when she sees you cuddled up with this psycho killerâŚ
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Can I request a mark drabble w/ breeding kink đđ I'd love either bff mark or sinister mark but if you go the sinister route can I be a bit of a coward and ask that he be a little. Softer. Maybe specifically for the reader bc I am a little pansy and I get unrealistically offended when I'm condescended or treated like property, and while it would be hot if this man talked down to me I would also be inclined to punch him in the baby maker and then we'd all suffer bc no smut would ensue đ
Sorry, I just dumped a bit of unwarranted baggage on u there but you come off as really sweet in all your posts so I hope it didn't bother you too much! Thank you for all of your posts btw your writing is delicious! Also your English is very good, you have a great grasp of the language and I respect and appreciate all the effort you must put into making all of your writing so articulate. English especially is said to be very hard to learn so I immensely respect the effort that goes into it, regardless of any/how much help you require/accept to do so. Manifesting a mild inconvenience to that anon a while back who accused you of faking for some reason I hope they step on a wet kitchen tile while wearing socks or something and rethink how they choose to speak to people online. đâĄ
hello anon!! thank you so much for your considerations, maybe it is because i am emotional since i get very choked up when it is birthday season but this had made me cry happy tears đđ also, i agree!! if anyone was to talk to me like i am disposable in real life, i think that i would break down and disintegrate haha!! it is not cowardly to ask for things, do not be swayed!! baggage is never unwanted here, i am the baggage đ!! i will do the upmost of my best ability, as i have been waiting to write for s!mark again đ¤đ¤ also, i do agree people should be more mindful about what they say to others! you never know what anyone is going through, just because you can hide behind a screen mask doesnât mean you should or can be mean to people!! i do not judge those who do though, they will learn as months and years pass, people do learn and change!!
cw: mdni, smut, breeding kink, just a little drable to warm up my fingers hehe!! minor injury, reader patches him up
you could hear your husband come crashing through the juliet balcony of your bedroom, bumping into the bed and waking you up fully. you bolted up, scanning the darkness of the room and staring at the silhouette of your lover, crouched over in the shadows. âmark?â you peep, eyes still adjusting as you clicked on the bedside lamp, your eyes instantly closing when the brightness took you by surprise.
he looks back at you, pulling his mask with its flimsy broken black goggles off of his face and discarding it to the floor with a heavy sigh. mark always found it so cute how youâd gasp with your hands flying to cover your mouth when he returned with an injury, your worried eyes looking him over as you jump out from under the covers, hands flying up to cover his cheeks and observe his cut nose bridge, one of his eyes squinted due to the budding bruise on his upper cheekbone, âgonna nurse me back to health, baby?â he asks, smiling down at you and placing a kiss to your forehead. he listens to you lecture him about being careful when visiting other planets, rolling his eyes like heâd really just die like that. you knew he was tough, but it didnât hurt to be concerned.
he sits on the side of the bathtub in the bathroom, tilting his face to the side so you could rub his injuries down with antiseptic solution, mumbling something about how he was still half human so he still had to be a little careful. he didnât know how many times heâd had to tell you that even though he was still half human everything else was 100% brutal alien. each time he told you, you ignored it. maybe you liked patching him up, placing cute bandages on his face to stop his bleeding. he was hardly injured but heâd be damned if he didnât let his cute little wife dote on him like this, the sleeves of your fluffy gown heâd bought home for you rolled up your arms as you fiddle with the first aid kit.
âyâknow whatâd me me feel better?â mark says, taking your hands into his. god, he could just crush you right now, you were so adorable. you hum in response, intertwining your fingers with his as he brings them to his lips, trailing kisses up your arm and pulling you closer, inching towards you slowly. your mouth hangs open with a breathless silent mewl as his lips stop just by your jawline, finding it hard to hold himself back from nipping your skin and marking you up. you nod at his earlier question which draws a chuckle from him, hands moving down to grip your hips and pull you onto his lap, âletâs go to bed, then.â
youâve got your face in the crook of his neck, holding onto his back as he pistoned his hips in and out of your tight heat, never being shameful of your moans. music to his ears, he thought, letting you cry out so desperately into the night. if you had neighbours youâre sure theyâd complain. he groaned when he felt you clench around him, muscled thighs stuttering for a moment as you suffocated his cock within your walls. âoh, babygirl-â he tilts his head back, holding you firmly as your legs wrap around his waist, practically bouncing you up and down on his dick himself, âm-mark..-!â you squeal, voice raspy and throat dry when you feel him buck up into your g-spot, weeping head poking at it repeatedly, trying to pull your orgasm out of you. you whine loudly, holding onto him like youâd fall apart if you let go.
âshhh, sâokay, hold onto me like that, there we go.â mark comforts you, such a strange comparison from when heâs out causing mayhem to now. if those who opposed him were to see him right now, theyâd think heâd be a different person. he was so soft with you, treated you like you were made of porcelain and you loved it. you were glad that youâd somehow tamed him in a way, molded him into your perfect husband as he made you into his perfect wife. domestic bliss.
you stifle your noises with his shoulder, softly biting on it as he snapped his hips up into yours vigorously, his own orgasm approaching hard and fast. you could feel the way his cock throbbed inside of you, the way he slowed his hips a little before trying to keep up his pace. âso tight, always so perfect nâ tight fâme, arenât you?â you nod brainlessly into his shoulder and he coos at you, eyebrows furrowed together as he gasps lightly.
âiâm gonna cum, princess.â he says breathlessly, humping against you for his own orgasm, âinsideâŚâ you whisper to him and he almost loses it right there, almost falls over when he thinks about the implications it might have. âinside? yeah-fuck, gonna let me cum inside, just for me?â mark pants, pussydrunk figure caging you in under him as he chases his orgasm, âgimme a kid⌠f-fuck, gimme a baby, wanna make you a mama⌠gâna look so perfectâ fuh-uck..!â he babbles, vision blanking as he cums inside of you, wave after wave of his warm seed spilling into your cunt, seeping into your womb. he canted his hips a few more times, almost fucking himself into overstimulation as he continued talking, â..gonna give me a mini me, huh? complete our little family?â he asks as you nod in agreement, too fucked out to even process what heâd said to you just now.
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In part 2 you mentioned Patrick x reader having makeup sex after they got into stupid argumentâŚ. Can we get a flashback to one of those momentsđ¤đ¤ domestic Patrick starting an argument with reader and reader calling him out about it but they end up making up in a cute way. Like Patrick making it up in a corny but cute way??? Just a suggestion, part 2 was amazing btw!
Rating: T
Warnings: just a minor argument, language ofc
A/N: thank youuuu!!! No smut in this little blurb, just a snapshot of domestic Patrick x reader in the changeover au đŤśđŤśđŤś
Also working on art x reader first time and also Patrick x reader first I love you blurbs for the changeover au :) so those will be coming sooooon
It was easy to let the stupid arguments devolve. It started with a facial expression when you brought up your college roommateâs wedding. An eye roll, an I-donât-want-to-fucking-deal-with-that. And that became your, âwhy do you treat my friends and my life as less important?â
âI canât fucking believe you got that out of me wanting to ditch Katieâs wedding to her dickhead loser fiancĂŠ.â Patrickâs words came out so flippant that it infuriated you further. âYou donât even talk to her outside of Facebook comments.â
âIâm sorry, Patrick. I didnât realize that youâd be so fucking opposed to free food and booze considering you live off of it.â
Patrick set his jaw, glaring at you. It was a low blow, one you knew would sting. âIâm opposed to wasting my time flying out to bum fuck Iowa to because Katieâ who has always hated me, by the wayâ is marrying some dickhead whoâs a shill for a corrupt asshole in congress.â
You rolled your eyes. âMaybe she would like you, Patrick, if you ever put in an ounce of effort with anyone besides me.â
âRight, because I need to be friends with the kind of people whose proposal was a flash mob.â
You laughed softly, shaking your head. âRight, because youâre just too cool for stuff like that.â
It was so fucking like himâ making fun of the lame proposals your friends got, or their baby names, or their engagement shoots. Sometimes they were lameâ flash mobs were fucking stupidâ but sometimes they were sweet, and romantic, and there was Patrick acting like heâd rather blow his brains out than ever publicly admit he cared.
âYeah, I am.â He said back.
You rolled your eyes and stood. âWhatever, Patrick. Iâll RSVP for one, again, and you can bum around my apartment alone.â
You had slammed the bedroom door before he could respond, which left him alone and seething in the living room.
You heard the front door open, then slam shut, signaling that Patrick was going out for a smoke, or a walk, or something.
You opened Facebook and scrolled through your feed. Katieâs engagement photos, a coworkerâs new baby, a college friendâs bachelorette weekend. And there you were, fighting so your boyfriend would finally be your plus one to something.
It wasnât always his faultâ he had tournaments, and commitments. But a lot of the time, it was an active dismissal of things you found importantâ engagement parties, friends visiting the city, the increasingly common baby shower.
You didnât blame him. Adult stuff sucked, and it was almost always boring and agonizingly slow. But you just wanted him to show up with you for things that were big.
It would be stupid to break up over Katie, who you genuinely werenât even that close to. Sheâd been a decent friend Freshman year, you supposed, but that was the extent of it. The invitation to the wedding was probably a formality.
All you wanted was an excuse to show off your super hot, super cool boyfriend. To get tipsy over free booze, then leave the wedding early to fuck in the shitty Best Western hotel room that wedding guests would get a discount rate on.
A few hours later, the front door opened, and you sat up against the headboard, waiting eagerly to see if heâd be the first to break, or if you would.
You heard four gentle knocks against the door, saw Patrickâs sneakers beneath the door. âYou can come in,â you said softly.
Patrick slipped into the room and joined you on the bed. He kept space between you, just in case you were still mad, but met your gaze with the sad eyes of a kicked puppy.
âI bought a suit,â was all he said. âAnd I tried to buy you a huge bouquet of flowers since I was a dickhead, but my card declined since I just bought the suit, soâŚâ
His hand was resting on the empty expanse of mismatched bedsheets between you. You moved your hand into his, tangling your fingers together. âYou bought a suit, huh?â
He nodded, squeezing your hand lightly. âIâll stop being a dick about Katieâs wedding.â He paused, turning away from your gaze. âI think⌠Iâm away so much that when Iâm home, I just want it to be me and you.â
You leaned forward and kissed his nose. âI just want to show you off to everyone I know,â you said lightly. Your forehead stayed pressed to his, and you relished in the closeness. âI donât give a fuck about Katie or her ugly loser fiancĂŠâs stupid wedding.â
Patrick grinned. âOh? So you just want a hot, professional athlete to be your arm candy, huh?â
You rolled your eyes. âYouâre always cheapening the moment.â You leaned forward kissing him sweetly, which always seemed to devolve into a hungry mess of tongues and spit when Patrick was involved.
âWaitââ you said suddenly, right as Patrick began peeling off your top. âYou said your fucking card declined? You drained your bank account for this stupid wedding?â
He paused, his hands warm on your bare skin. âUh⌠it felt like a grand gesture kind of moment.â You leaned in and kissed him, pulling your shirt off the rest of the way.
Not smutty but I neeeeeeeded to write some domestic Patrick x reader đ𫶠my pookies my babies my loves
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This is generally such a stupid ask but I feel like it would be.. Chaotic? At the very least amusing
Anyways
Batfam x Nicole from Class of 09! Reader
Do what you want (etc make it romantic or platonic, doesn't matter)
Just the batfam (yandere ofc) dealing with a chick who loves to ruin lives for her amusement and sometimes for revenge
Istg she'll just bully them at any chance she gets
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I just binged watched Class of â09 and all its endings/choices for you non. I donât think I can fully depict how brash wittiness of Nicole is but here I go! (I am so traumatized) Didnât know thatâs where âNo Iâm flirting with you flash me a tiddy bitchâ came from no wonder Nicole sounded so familiar.
btw if people are interested in watching class of â09 just be warned itâs basically a VN version of Degrees of Lewdity but the mc is actually a minor (without the sex/r*pe mechanic though) and it depicts a lot of just⌠pedophilia, necrophilia, assault, su*c*de, school shootings, racism??, BE WARNED.
The following content above ^ might be mentioned in this fic but in passing. MASSIVE DDDNE WARNING.
I donât think Iâm comfortable writing stepcest/incest in this blog so despite how perfect itâll be to make Bruce your step father considering Nicoleâs mom has divorced like a hundred timesâŚmaybe ask me in @yoru-no-seiiki and Iâll be down for it.
THIS IS ADMITTEDLY TIM + DAMIAN CENTRIC
âDo you even care? Do the results of your actions mean anything to you?â
âYeah when they affect me, sure.â
You were a bitch. There was no denying that. But you were a pretty one. One many would grovel to be under.
You were used to this, ever since you reached a certain age people just looked at you different, acted in a way that⌠made you think they were boring, utter losers.
One of those losers was Timâs friend.
Like all the stupid, horny men in your life, you hung out with him once and he spilled everything there was that you could share.
To the entire campus, the internet, even the news.
And because you were pretty, you got off scot-free. Those morons didnât even check to see what youâve been doing the past decade.
Except Tim. Timothy Drake. You only knew that his dad was super rich, and as much as it was tempting to sink your teeth into him and get a load of that daddyâs money, you knew better.
He apparently didnât.
You see there was one thing every batfam member couldnât resist. Well, two things. The first was saving people.
The second? Fixing them.
When Tim first approached you he was confused.
You were quite the popular figure in Uni. He heard the rumors. He fully expected to be cussed out to hell and back.
But you were⌠nice. Agreeable at most really. Brash was an understatement. But you were witty. Your comebacks were swift and deadly.
The more he studied stalked you the more he realized that the two of you were the same.
Two bright people stuck with dull idiots.
And Tim? Tim interested you enough for you to not to completely drop him after the first week. That and most of your bullying probably wouldnât bode well towards the son of a billionaire.
He was smart, even more so than that nerd friend of his that you destroyed the life of. But more importantly he actually had some tact, and was surprisingly packed underneath all those baggy clothes.
Tim had to admit he was kind of forgetting his entire purpose of âfixingâ you.
Until you manipulated yet another guy into jumping off a school building for you. Thankfully he survived because Red Robin happened to be there to apprehend him but still!
And whatâs worse, you met up with him afterwards talking about how that Red Robin ruined all your plans of crippling a r*pist.
Wait, a r*pist?
Tim looks through your past victims once more. Admitted he only did a surface level job of studying them in comparison to his PhD level knowledge on everything about you specifically.
AndâŚyou were right. Every guy youâve harassed was being pushy with you in the first place, if not people with authority a decade older.
Fuck.
Well now he had no excuse. He had to make you his.
MeanwhileâŚ
âUgh, Damian. Canât you tell your brother to like, fuck off or something? I can feel my social standing totally plummet every second heâs around. How do you handle being related to him?â You groaned. You werenât fucking stupid. You knew Tim was stalking and drooling all over you lately. You hated it. He was ruining your chances with your new victims.
âJeez [Y/N]. And here I thought you were like, into him.â Jessica, your actual crush and best friend, commented as she filed her nails.
You being the emotional stunted adult you were only replied with an (admittedly softer) âEat a sandpaper cock and die bitch.â
Damian stared at you, the words die before they crawl out of his mouth. His hands clenched underneath the lunch tables.
Guess he had another thing to steal from his brother this time.
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ŕ¨âŻ "Bad Liar" - R.C
⼠Masterlist
Warnings: NONCON smut, Dark!Rafe, Toxic relationship, abusive relationship, Domestic violence, mentions of drinking, rafes pretty bad as usual
Summary: You snuck out to hang with the pogueâs⌠bad idea. Idea is from a comment on this post.
A/n â: OMG thank you for 200 followers!! I started writing Rafe like 3 weeks ago but the overwhelming support has been so motivating <333 love you all sm! Please reblog and comment if you enjoyed!!! Btw my request are open again, donât be shy ;)
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You quietly entered your house, locking the door behind you. It was 2 am, and you had just driven home from the other side of the island because you had to sneak around to hang out with your friends. Your boyfriend Rafe didn't like your choice of friends, often calling them âdirty poguesâ and claiming that they were all âtrying to turn you against him,â and that pissed you off.
Just because Rafe had a problem with Pogues didn't mean you had to, and frankly, his reasoning for hating them so much was stupid; because of his issue with them, you were frequently isolated. Still, you wouldn't let Rafe stop you from having a social life outside of him, so you would sometimes sneak out late at night, go to the cut, visit your friends, and return home like nothing had happened.
You did feel guilty about going behind Rafe's back, but what could you do? You weren't going to cut all your friends off because Rafe told you to. It wasn't like you were cheating.
You made sure to cover all of your tracks. Knowing Rafe had your location, you left your phone at home every time you snuck out. You always left at night so you could text Rafe âgoodnight,â and he wouldn't suspect anything from you not responding, and you would always make it back in three hours at the most just to be careful. You knew if Rafe found out about you sneaking around, he would be furious; you had been disobeying his wishes for months and lying to his face.
As you crept up your stairs, trying to be as quiet as possible, you couldn't help but smile; even though you hated to admit it, you and Rafe never had fun. I mean, you two had âfunâ in his way, like going golfing, parties, âRafe stuff,â but you two would never do anything you wanted to do, and with The Pogues, it was the opposite; you got to get messy, get drunk on the beach even do girly things like braid Sarah's hair or have Kie paint your nails, things that you could never do with rafe. It was a relief to do something you enjoyed.
You opened the door to your bedroom, which was pitch black; you had turned all your lights out before you left; you felt around on the wall for the light switch, flipping it upwards. The lights momentarily blinded you, but you jumped when you saw the manlike figure on your bed. When your eyes finally focused, it was worse than what you expected.
Rafe was sitting on your bed, staring directly at you; his face was unreadable and emotionless, which was terrifying. Your boyfriend was usually expressive, the type to lash out when angry; you had never seen him this calm, and you certainly didn't expect him to be calm after catching you going behind his back.
You stood frozen in the doorway, unable to tear your gaze away from him or move. This didn't feel real.
âWhere were you?â Rafe asked, breaking the silence; his voice was monotone, empty of emotion as he sat on your bed, just looking at you.
Your throat felt dry, and your tongue heavy with unsaid words. You struggled to find your voice and form a coherent response, and the utter shock and fear rendered you speechless.
âI don't want to repeat myself,â Rafe mumbled under his breath; he was allowing you to come clean and save yourself from whatever he had planned if he caught you in a lie.
âI wasâŚâ you blinked a couple of tears back, thinking of what to say. âI went to the gas station⌠to get some.â you looked up and then back at him, fidgeting with your hands. âsnacks.â you lied, voice cracking from nerves.
Rafe smirked, slighting, breaking his calm facade. Did this amuse him?
âRight.â Rafe nodded, looking at his lap as if he was thinking about what you just said. âSo you went to the gas station, right?â he asked, awaiting a response.
You nodded, but you couldn't stop the tears from glazing your eyes and your whole body from trembling.
âAnd you left your phone at home?â Rafe questioned you, head tilting slightly and his eyes narrowing.
You completely forgot that since Rafe was waiting for you in your room and most likely saw your phone on your nightstand. Your lies were falling apart before your eyes.
âI forgot-â You mumbled quietly, still standing in your doorway. You hoped you weren't loud enough to wake anyone in your house, but you were too scared to get closer to Rafe.
âY/n,â Rafe muttered, pushing himself off the bed, now standing in front of it. âI'm done with the lies. Alright?â the blonde sighs, now talking with his hands. âI've been here for,â he looks down at his expensive watch, taking in the time. â2 hours,â Rafe admits, fist clenching to his side.
Your face fell when he said that, he had caught you; he had to know; there was no excuse or lie you could think of to justify why you were at the gas station for 2 hours in the middle of the night. Your heart started to beat faster, and your tears finally spilled over; you weren't just scared, you were terrified; you didn't want to admit to hanging out with the Pogues, but what else could you do? You had tried lying and failed, making the situation worse, and Rafe probably already expected the worst. I mean, you were sneaking out in the middle of the night. That would look like cheating to anyone.
âAnd I don't see any snacks either.â Rafe sighs as he combs his finger through his hair.
He was right; you didn't even think of that; you were a horrible liar.
âSo I'm going to ask you one more time.â Rafeâs posture was stiff, and his hands were shaky, âwhere. Were. you.â his tone was sharp, and his breathing was speeding up as he waited for your response.
âI was at the chateauâŚok?!â You blurted out loudly, quickly covering your mouth after realizing your door was still open. âJohn Bâs place, it was me, Sarah.â his eyes rolled when you mentioned his sister, âKiara, Pope, JJ.â You were now half whispering and hyperventilating simultaneously; your tears were prevalent as you told your boyfriend everything. There was no point in lying anymore, he had caught you, and he was pissed.
âWe were just hanging out, and I'm sorry; I know I should have-â You were just saying anything that came to mind, trying to improve this situation, word vomit.
âCome here.â Your boyfriend mumbled, cutting you off; his voice was low and shaky.
You shook your head. âNo,â you didn't want to be anywhere near him right now; you had just admitted to lying to him multiple times and didn't want to face the consequences.
âOk,â he shakes his head before running his hand through his hair again and saying something under his breath that you didn't quite catch.
Before you knew it, he was charging at you. You tried to run out the doorway, but as soon as you turned, one of his arms was wrapped around your waist, pulling you against his stiff chest, and with the other, he used his hand to cover your mouth in one swift motion before using his foot to shut your door.
âYou were lying to me.â he hissed into your ear, pushing you against your wall, back facing him. âCalculating plans behind my back.â he used the hand that was around your waist to grab a chuck of your hair, forcing your head to snap to the side. âTo hang out with dirty Pogues.â he was now gripping your hair so tight you felt it might come out of your head. âAnd probably sleep with them behind my back.â His voice didn't raise once as he automatically assumed the worst.
You couldn't deny his claims; his hand was over your mouth tight, your parents were right upstairs, and he knew that.
âHow many times? Huh?â Rafe questioned you, pulling your hair back just enough to make eye contact, and when you looked into his eyes, they didn't look normal; they were dark. âHow many times did you fuck those disgusting Pogues while you pretend to be asleep?â he was dead serious.
He slowly moved his hand from over your mouth, waiting for you to respond, but when you let out a loud cry instead, he quickly covered it again before slamming your head against the wall, which was also noisier than he expected.
In Rafe's mind, he couldn't accept the fact that you and another guy could just be friends, especially not you and a Pogue; in Rafe's mind, you 100% cheated on him, and there was no convincing him otherwise. He was disgusted; who knows where those pogues had been or who they had been in? They were filthy and grimy; who knows what you could have given him.
âYou're disgusting.â Rafe whispers in your ear before flipping your body around to face him, stuck between him and the walls.
âI can't believe I trusted you.â His hand was now grabbing at your hair again, gripping the top of your scalp and using it as leverage to push you down on your knees in front of him.
You fought back, trying to stand straight, but Rafe quickly overpowered you. And before you knew it, you were kneeling before him like he wanted.
âI'm going to let go of you, and if you make any noiseâŚâ he paused momentarily, looking deeply into your eyes. âI'll kick your fucking teeth in.â he threatened, voice still shaking. âUnderstand?â
You nodded to the best of your ability with his tight grip on your hair and face.
When he let go, you tried your best to stay quiet, letting out little cries and whimpers, but not enough for him to fulfill his threat. The tears hadn't stopped since he'd caught you, and you were so fucking exhausted from all the fun you had earlier and now the pain, accusations, and tears. But when you looked up to see Rafe unbuttoning his pants, you couldn't keep quiet.
âNo-â You protested quietly, as you started to hyperventilate, tears now fully clouding your vision. âRafe-â You couldn't even catch your breath. You were panicking.
âShut the fuck up,â Rafe demanded quietly, but his tone was still harsh as he pulled down his pants.
âI can't breathe-â You were cut off by Rafe pushing your head, causing it to slam against the wall; you immediately rubbed the back of your head to soothe the pain as you cried harder.
Rafe was getting more annoyed with you by the second, jaw ticking every time he looked at you. He grabbed your chin roughly, pulling your face closer to his crotch.
âI told you to shut the fuck up.â Rafe sneered as he used his other hand to pull his boxers down and begin stroking his cock right in front of your face.
You couldn't stop crying. You couldn't believe this was happening; just an hour ago, you were out with your friends, having fun, not even worried about your boyfriend. You had gotten away with sneaking out so many times already; how could you have known today would be any different?
âOpen your mouth,â Rafe demanded as he held his cock right in front of your lips.
You tried to turn your head to the side, but Rafe wasn't having it. His grip on your chin got tighter and tighter until you tried to cry out in pain, but as soon as you opened your mouth, he got what he wanted.
His hand holding your chin was back on your hair as he guided your head up and down at a quick, harsh pace. Sounds of gags and rafes and low moans filled the room. It was music to his ears but traumatizing for you.
âFuck y/n.â Rafe moaned out, âI'm gonna miss this.â
You were a little confused, but if you were being honest, you were barely listening to Rafe anyway, too emotionally broken to pay attention to whatever he was saying.
âCan't be with a bitch who would fuck a pogue,â Rafe grunted out.
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Friends w/ BenefitsÂ
Jeonghan x afab reader 18+ MINORS DNI (istg đŤľđž ಠ_ಠif I catch you)
Literally just wrote this lol and it's not actually proofread (I looked over it once). Maybe 1k I need to go to bed but I wanted to write so here I am (btw thank you anon for the suggestion đ) It's basically just smut with dialog and a bit of angst I guess
The buzz of your doorbell was unexpected but not surprising. You knew Jeonghan had gotten off of work around this time and on particularly stressful days he seemed to find himself at your door holding a bottle of wine waiting for you to open up.
âAnd he's back...â you said jokingly, as you opened the door and turned back into your kitchen.
âTreat me kindly, I bear gifts.â he retorted as he kicked off his shoes and shut the door.
âI was just about to eat dinner. You hungry?â
âI could eat.â
Jeonghan followed you into the kitchen, opening the cabinet right away and taking out the wine glasses.
âMhhhhâŚthat smells good.â he dipped his finger into the sauce you were simmering and popped it into his mouth. âNeeds a tad more salt.â
âGross.â you said swatting him away but still adding a pinch of salt and stirring the dinner that was always far too much for only you.
You served you both and sat down at the table.
âOhh, I see you've brought out your finest China madam.â Jeonghan said as he picked up the plastic spoon you placed next to his paper plate.
âFuck off. Are you gonna wash the dishes?â
All he did was laugh his little gremlin laugh and take a bite.
âThis is delicious. I'm glad I came at the last minute and saved your dinner from disaster.â
âI think you're dehydrated darling; this is a bit too salty.â
âIt tastes perfect to me.â He said with a shrug. âThis wine tastes like shit though.â
âThere really is no better pairing.â you said with a laugh.
âAgreed.â
Once dinner was done you put the pots in your refrigerator and threw out the dishes.
âAnd clean.â you said flopping down on the couch and putting your feet on Jeonghanâs lap.
âI'm gonna go shower. Wanna join me?â Jeonghan asked as he stretched and got up.
You nodded and followed him into the bathroom ripping off your clothes and tossing them in your hamper. Jeonghan followed suit, except he purposely ignored the hamper step, and turned on the shower, hopping in right away.
âSeriously? The hamper is right there.â
You rolled your eyes and put his things in your hamper which now had just as many of his clothes as yours.
âJeonghan, you're gonna have to start paying some of my water bill if you keep this up.â
You stepped into the shower to find him slowly stroking his erection as the hot water ran through his long hair.
âGood god you couldn't wait.â
âYou were taking so long.â
âPicking up your clothes.â
âWhatever. Get over here.â
He grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him under the water. Your soft lips bounced into his as his hands ran along your ass and thighs. Running your hands through his hair you grabbed a handful and tugged, pulling a moan from his hungry lips. Dropping your hands down to his cock you stroked him adding a little squeeze just to feel the falter in his kisses along your neck.
âYouâre really sensitive today.â
âLong day.â Jeonghan said before pushing you up against the shower wall.
His fingers found your clit and he returned that favor with a pinch that had you almost slip.
âWait.â you said breathlessly as you stopped his hand. âSit down, I wanna ride you.â
Jeonghan happily complied as he sat back in the tub of the shower and looked up at your body.
He could stare at you like that forever.Â
In the dim light of the bathroom your body looked heavenly as the water patted on your skin.Â
You lowered yourself onto him, your pussy lips laying on his throbbing cock and making it twitch in frustration. Looking down into his eyes you drove him crazy as you sinfully moved your hips and dragged your wet pussy up and down his shaft. Jeonghanâs hands traveled up and down your body as he squeezed at your breast, his thumb and index playing and squeezing your nipple.
âFuck.â Jeonghan breathed out as your heat continued to glide against him. âLet me fill you baby.â
You lifted your hips as he reached down and guided himself into you, your walls naturally sucking him in with greed.
Jeonghan's hands that once again sought purchase on your breast were met with yours as you pinned them above his head and leaned in to capture his lips. Nipping and sucking you marveled at the quickness in which Jeonghanâs fair skin began to show signs of your obsession.
Greedily you rocked your hips, your moans syncing with his and bouncing loudly off the bathroom walls.
âSo good....â you moaned.
Your eyes fluttered open and closed as you anchored yourself against Jeonghanâs chest and picked up your pace.
But Jeonghan's eyes watched you. He watched your body move with sensual fluidity as you pulled more pleasure out of him than anyone else ever could. He watched your flushed face through the steam of the shower as your eyebrows crinkled in pleasure. He swallowed every one of your kisses as you languidly laid them against his open mouth.
The shower water patterned off of your hot bodies as they rocked together chasing the high of the moment.
Jeonghan took in your every quirk and your every expression as the feeling of you and watching your pleasure drove him over the edge. You were already pulsing in hot waves around him and that was all he needed.Â
Jeonghan held you close as he thrusted into you a few more times before his own orgasm shot from him in fiery pleasure. He leaned back and looked up at you once again as you dazedly looked up at the ceiling and caught your breath.Â
The water and sweat trickled down your neck to your collarbone, along your soft mounds, and off your nipples onto Jeonghanâs body as he drank in your afterglow.
Too soon you rose from off of him chuckling at Jeonghan as he continued to lay down in the tub. Your and his juices were still dripping down your thigh and glistening on his cock.Â
Jeonghan still made no effort to move so you put on a little show for him in sensual jest-fullness as you sudsed up and washed off, his eyes unwaveringly watching you. Laughing you stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around your body.
âSeriously Jeonghan, I'm gonna send you my water bill this month. Don't stay in there too long.â
With that you were out of the bathroom shutting the door behind you. Jeonghan let out a breath before rising tiredly from the tub. He felt that way after every fuck. Beyond please and very exhausted in so many ways.Â
He finished showering before drying off and getting dressed
Jeonghan walked into your room, your his towel over his head as he shook it around to dry his hair.
âMove over.â
âJeonghan⌠you know how I feel about cuddling.â
He threw his wet towel at you and rolled his eyes. âWho wants to cuddle with you?â
You tossed the towel back at him before rolling over and giving him some room.
You laid there in his shirt, so soft and warm as you drew your favorite cold and distancing line.
âWhatever dude, just stay on your side.â
He had a side in your bed that he'd lose the moment he crossed. Jeonghan shook his head at the absurdity before flopping down next to you and slipping under the covers, pulling more towards him.
Jeonghan smiled as he felt your foot on his back, kicking against him and pulling your covers back.
âNice try buddy but you forget who's boss.â
âWell, it was worth a shot.â Jeonghan said before releasing the extra blanket that he didn't even need.
How could he forget who was boss when everything here followed your terms of engagement. But then again, Jeonghan agreed so who was he to complain?
âListen Jeonghan.â you said after the first night something like this had happened. âYou'll always be my best friend but we're adults so that doesn't mean we can't enjoy each other in uh⌠more ways if we want.â
Jeonghan agreed without a second thought.
âFriends,â he said with a smile.Â
âWith benefits?âÂ
Jeonghan shook the hand you were holding out to him.Â
At the time it seemed like an excellent idea to him who only wanted to feel your body wrapped around him once more. Anything to have a part of you who was still too broken to give anything whole.
But now that his side of your bed was so cold he wasn't so sure anymore.Â
He laid watching your back as your shoulder peacefully rose and fell.
âFriends.â he whispers to himself before rolling over.
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Hi! I was wondering if you could write a story in which hyunjin overstimulates y/n? And if you want, could you make y/n sensible and scared? Ty! I love your writing btw!
A/N: Sorry for taking so long to get this out, Iâve been kind of in a slump for writing and then I got the idea for what I should do because I was kinda struggling for a minute. I hope you liked it and Iâm so thankful for the request! Thank you so much for your time and patience, I really appreciate it.
WC: 1.25k
Pairing: Hyunjin x (established relationship) afab!reader
Minors don't interact, 18+
Warnings: SMUT, overstimulation, some light slapping, good girl, baby, use of that stuff, idk what else tbh this was written at like 1 am
It was a lazy day between you and Hyunjin. Both still in your pajamas, you in silk shorts and one of his t-shirts, and him in his matching yellow and white checkered pajamas. You enjoyed this new mystery novel on his bed while he painted in his studio. It was the comfort of being next to one another that you had no idea what was yet to come.Â
As you turned to the next page in your book, Hyunjin got up coming towards you. âWanna have sex?â He asked, lying down next to you on the bed. You barely paid attention to him, too immersed in your book, simply humming.Â
âCome onâ he groaned lifting his head to you, âI need you babyâ he huffed, still not eliciting a reaction from you. To try and get any reaction out of you, he began to run his fingers on your thighs.Â
Ts when he ran his fingers along your thighs, placing wet kisses along your smooth thigh. âJinnie, pleaseâ you whined âI want to finish this chapter, they are about to say who did itâÂ
âWow, a book is more interesting than fucking your insanely hot boyfriend?âÂ
âRight now, yes!â you giggled, finishing reading the page you were on. Before you could even turn the page, he snatched the book out of your hand. âDonât you dare fold the cornerâ you yelled, trying to snatch the book back. He giggled adding the bookmark he made you as a gift to mark the page. He got up and placed the book on his easel, far from your reach.Â
âFineâ you groaned, falling back onto the bed, your head hitting the pillow. He walked back to the bed, crawling on top of you so his thighs locked yours in place. He placed a kiss on your lips, causing a giggle to leave your lips.
He moved to your neck, kissing and nibbling at the spot that drove you crazy. You could slowly feel yourself getting wetter. âJinnie, please stop teasingâ you whined, rubbing your thighs together to get any sort of stimulation. âI need youâÂ
âBe patient baby, we have all the time in the worldâ
He kissed your lips once again, trying to savor your taste. He began to move down your body, lifting your (his) shirt slightly to kiss your stomach, slowly moving down to your shorts. Without hesitation, he pulled down your shorts and underwear, throwing them somewhere in your shared room.Â
âFuck baby, this pussy is the most beautiful thing Iâve ever seenâ he ran his fingers across your folds, capturing your wetness and putting his finger in his mouth, licking it off his fingers. âAnd you taste even betterâÂ
You moaned watching him, and before you could even say anything, he dove into your pussy. His plush lips kissed your clit as he slowly inserted one of his long fingers into your hole. You grabbed his hair in his hand, forcing him to eat you like a man starved, and he was happy to.Â
He was licking every inch of your pussy, slowly inserting another finger to give you the extra stimulation you needed. His fingers were long, not as long as his cock, but longer than your own and he was skilled with them. It took him another minute for you to cum around his fingers, moaning his name as your walls clenched around them.Â
He began to kiss down your thigh, his plush lips covered in your cum from eating you out. âJinnie, please, need youâ you whined.
âYou are a greedy little girl arenât you, just made you cum with my mouth and fingers, but you are still begging for my cockâÂ
He slapped your thigh lightly, moving so he was on top of you, in between your legs. âFuck, you are such a slutâ he groaned, pulling his already hard cock from the confines of his boxers. The tip was already red, pre-cum slowly dripping out of the tip.
âWhoâs the slut now?â you giggled, trying to joke around, but it only made Hyunjin to tease you more. Before you could react, he grabbed your face, making you look directly into his eyes. âIf you keep acting like this, Iâm going to fuck you like the little whore you areâÂ
âSure Hyunjin, you can try and do thatâ You rolled your eyes, knowing that your boyfriend would never âfuckâ you. Whenever the two of you had sex, he always liked to describe it as making love. He was someone who believed that sex was something that should be cherished.Â
âDonât test me baby, tonight you are going to be my cocksleeveâ Before you could even react, he thrust his cock inside of you, not even giving you a warning. âHow can you be such a whore and have such a tight pussyâÂ
You just moaned you had never seen him this way, and you were a bit scared, and your face reflected it. âAww, baby donât be scared, youâll get to cum, donât worryâ
He nibbled on your ear softly, his pillow lips wrapping around your lobe as he continued to thrust into you. He slowly began to lift your legs slightly, signaling you to wrap your legs around his back, allowing him to hit that one spot inside your cunt.
âSuch a good girl, moaning for my cock. Is it just that good?âÂ
He continued to thrust into you, not faltering his pace as he continued to abuse that one spot inside of you. All you could do was moan out in response. You were too fucked out, getting fucked too well to even understand the words coming out of his mouth.Â
He slapped your face slightly, causing you to look up straight into his eyes. âI asked you a question, is my cock that goodâÂ
âYes Jinnie, your cock is the best Iâve ever hadâ you moaned out loud. He kissed your lips, muttering âgood girlâ on them, and with him thrusting into that one spot that made you whine, it was all you needed to cum.Â
âFuck baby, I can feel your walls clenching around me, but just because you came, doesnât mean we are doneâ You whined, feeling overstimulated as he continued to abuse your pussy like there is no tomorrow.Â
It all felt too much, him continuing to thrust into you even though you had just cum. You thrashed around slightly, not being able to take it. Just as you thought you were going to break, like the world around you was going to go black, he came inside of you, kissing your lips.Â
You were still out of it as he quickly got up, getting a cloth to clean the cum that was spilling you out of with as well as a glass of water. âBaby, I need you to drink thisâÂ
You just nodded, slowly drinking the glass of water that your boyfriend was holding in front of you.Â
âSorry if I was too rough, I just overheard you say that you wanted me to fuck you more often, I hope it was okayâÂ
He looked like a hurt puppy so you pulled him close to you, kissing his lips gently. âIt was amazing Jinnie, but next time, give me some warning because I was scared shitlessâÂ
He just giggled as he wrapped his arms around you as you both fell asleep together. Maybe not knowing the end of the book is worth it.Â
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