#did i reach out and hold you in my loving arms when you needed me?

[stoneexo]

hey my babes, so i've been super overwhelmed with school and work lately (literally spent 3hrs trying to get home yesterday in what is normally a 45min drive, love canadian winter), so i'm a little late on this for y'all and i'm so sorry :') so here is the little sevika blurb that i promised to keep you occupied while i try to wrap up the vi x reader fic & proof read it! unless you guys don't want it proof read? (lmk)

anyways, enjoy!!

sevika was used to fucking, and she was used to giving a good strap-down treatment. after all, she had always preferred to touch than be touched. but there was something completely different when it came to you, underneath her like this, bent over so pretty while she pounded you stupid. she was used to being rough, the drooling, the scratching at her partner's hips as she forced herself impossibly deeper into whoever's cunt she happened to be fucking that night. she was used to the control. the power. but with you, it all went out the window.

she wanted to touch you so badly. no, she needed to. her flesh hand wanders around your body, exploring every mountain and valley on your body while she gets drunk on the sounds you make under her. she wasn't used to this, to having a need like this. to not being in control. even though you were the one pinned beneath her, back arched and body on full display. everything about you was intoxicating, the way you bounced back on her, the pretty mewls and moans that left your lips in between the cries of her name. and when you reached back to hold her warm hand that was now gripping a fistful of your ass, practically sobbing on her dick, she knew damn well that you were calling the shots now. as she hunched over you, pressing even deeper, drool dripping down your back as she rutted mindlessly into you, sevika knew she would do anything you asked of her now.

something about you like this just did something to her; it was better than drinking, better than smoking, better than shimmer, better than anything else this world had to offer, she was sure of it. she bit down into your shoulder in an effort to contain herself, her hips snapping into yours violently as you struggled to speak in your fucked out state. "d—don't fu—ckin' stop 'vika!" you stammered out, voice pitchy and breathless as the words struggled to come out. sevika only bit down harder into your shoulder in response, causing you to moan yet again.

sevika had experienced phantom limbs before with her arm, but never like this. she swore she could feel you clenching around her cock, impossibly wet, pussy fluttering with each stroke. and it felt like heaven on earth. whatever she had done to deserve this, she would do it a million times over if it meant spending one second longer in your perfect pussy. "ha—i'm gonna c—cum!" you squeaked out, grabbing onto the sheets desperately as sevika ravished your body, squeezing all over as you approached the edge.

"come on doll, give it to me." she murmured— no, demanded, laying a kiss where she had been biting previously, before licking it, her voice breathy and sultry. and you did just that, cumming nearly on command to her desprate rutting.

and that's what did her in, you were sure, as you heard a desperate whimper escape the stoic copper-skinned woman's lips as you clenched around her strap. the nails of her metal claw dug into your hips as her thrusting stuttered. but as quick as the pause came, it went, and she was pounding you even harder than before, leading to your explosive end as you sobbed out underneath her. sevika had never needed someone like this before; so bad that she lost all control of her body, that she made pathetic sounds like this. and she was mortified by the noises she was making, to say the least.

sevika bit her lip and tried to fight back another whine but she couldn't help it as you squeezed her hand and her cock yet again— and she found herself wishing she could be inside you like this for real as she struggled not to cum herself just from your body and pleasure. she tried to stifle the noises, biting her lip so hard she knew it was bleeding, but that fell apart the moment your begging began. "p—please baby w—anna hear yo—u!" you pleaded, body shaking from the overstimulation as she ravaged your body.

and sevika did let go, a flurry of whines and whimpers escaping her lips as she destroyed your cunt till you couldn't take it anymore, making sure you were good and fucked out before she began to slow. you were in a daze of euphoria beneath her as she pulled out and you collapsed on the bed. sevika only left you to retrieve a towel and a glass of water, fully intent on cleaning you up and showering you with kisses as she finds you passed out on your bed.

(you make sure to let her know the next morning, however, that you'll need to hear her like that more often...)

[vershautece]

i just know lu would make sooo many dirty jokes while ur supposed to be having a sweet moment cuddling or something lol

you’d be leaning against his chest on the sofa watching TV, talking about anything. ‘what do you want for dinner tonight, do you want me to make it?’ he asks you. ‘we can just get Thai takeout if you want, get a bunch of stuff and share it between us?’ ‘yeah, we’ll do that, pull up the menu on your phone’ and then he whispers in your ear ‘your tits look so good in this top baby’ as he grips them in his big hands and u fall back further into his chest at the feeling and giggle: ‘luigi, mm’ and then his hands are softly caressing your torso up and down, continuing to talk like normal as if he didn’t just grab your tits out of nowhere and make ur panties damp

or you’ll be eating a banana or something that shape lolll and he’s sat there smirking at u, he’d say something that would nearly make u choke on your food: ‘not as good as my cock, no?’ - ‘luigi, shut up just let me eat this’

imagine lu with an academic gf who’s doing her phd and he’d make soooo many jokes - he keeps saying ‘u already have a phd, u get it for free inside you every night in this bed’

in the shower too :’) you’d have so many sweet, cosy showers just washing each other bc i think he’d love to shower with u as much as possible, and i can imagine him just making little comments: ‘i can see you staring at my cock baby’ he’d tease. ‘you had it in your mouth just last night, you want it again huh?’ ‘lu, shut up i swear, i need to get to work i can’t do this right now’ u roll your eyes playfully, and he pulls you into his chest, wrapping his arms around your waist as u wrap yours around his neck, the two of you pressing soft kisses to each other’s neck and shoulders

cuddling completely entangled together and kissing each other’s faces softly during conversation - you’re discussing something about the night before. ‘lu i swear i told you about this literally last night, how do you not remember’ - ‘i don’t think you did baby there wasn’t much time you spent last night without my cock in your mouth’ - you gasp, taken aback looking at him, and you both start laughing. ‘baby, you’re ridiculous’ u giggle into his neck. ‘just telling the truth, bellissima’ he chuckles, and his deep voice dropping that word in italian on u so casually like that sends a rush of heat to your core that u have to ignore bc you’re so exhausted and just wanna lay in his arms

& imagine you’re spooning just talking about ur day and suddenly he just bucks his hips up into you and starts fake fucking you through your clothes, laughing as he does. u reach your arm back to push him back playfully: ‘luigi oh my god why do you always do that out of nowhere, stop it’ ur giggling as he pulls u tighter to him and peppers kisses along the side of your neck

i just think he’d fake fuck u so much because he’s so cocky w the phd jokes and size kink😖 even feeling him soft against u would turn u on so much bc he’s so big

and don’t get me started with how often he’d be smacking ur ass and grabbing it. he’d smack ur ass lightly out of nowhere and then knead it in his big hands >.< like while ur cleaning your room or making food he’ll come up behind u

and when ur sitting on his lap so comfy, turned to the side a lil because you’re tucked into his chest so your ass is facing upwards slightly and he has room to give it a light smack and just grab and knead it while u giggle and bury your head in his neck

also in bed if ur sleeping position is cuddling facing each other and u have one leg hooked over his thigh he’ll like hold u by your ass and gently squeeze it every so often. ‘mm, lu, you’re gonna make me horny, i need to go to sleep’ - ‘alright, baby, i just love touching on you’ he laughs softly, giving your ass another tight squeeze and a smack before moving his hand up to grip your waist. ‘love you baby, you can fuck me in the morning’ you whisper to him

[4ranghaes]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ bnd with pregnant!reader

ot5 bnd x reader [fluff, afab!reader, pregnant!reader]

a/n - i just felt a bit weird writing woonhak, considering he’s younger than me idk,, hope you still enjoy!!!

sungho🎀 [4 months along]

“wait! wait, wait,” he said quickly, slamming the car door on his side before running round and opening your own.

you chuckled, “thank you, ba–”

“here,” he said, taking your hand, placing his other hand on your back as he helped you out the car.

“sungho,” you sighed, as he rushed to grab your bag and lock the car before ushering you inside, “sungho!”

he stopped, turning to you. he’d just reached the front door of your house, key in his hand as he stopped.

“you need to stop fussing over me,” you laughed, “i’m fine. i’m barely even showing yet!”

sungho sighed, placing his hand protectively on your back as the two of you walked inside, “i know. i’m sorry, i just– i already worried about everything when you were just you! now it’s you and our baby, in one person?! everyday i think i’m going to combust when i think about it.”

you collapsed on the sofa, your body tired and achey. even if you weren’t showing, pregnancy was still doing a number on your body. you laughed at your husband’s words, beckoning him to your side, “i need you to be normal, for my own sanity. and i need you to calm down, for your own health.”

he nodded, leaning on your shoulder, wrapping his arm round your waist, “i’ll try.” he sighed in contentment, his thumb rubbing gently on your stomach, “that was a good scan today.”

you nodded, placing your hand over his, “i love hearing their heartbeat.”

sungho grinned, looking to you and nodding, “i know, makes it feel real that there’s a little person in there! i can’t believe it.” he quietened down again quickly, massaging your legs he knew were aching, kissing your forehead softly. “son or daughter?”

you chuckled, placing your hands over your stomach and humming, “i have no idea.”

“come on,” sungho jeered, “mum’s instinct?”

you smiled, butterflies erupting at the sound of being called mum for the first time, “the instinct is that they’re beautiful and loved, no matter what.”

“yeah…” your husband hummed, “but a daughter would be lovely, right?”

you giggled, nodding as you played with his hair, “and you’d spoil her completely, i’m sure.”

riwoo 🦦🍡 [3 months along]

“was that a dream?”

you hummed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes before snuggling into your husband’s chest, “what?”

“last night,” he said, staring at the ceiling. he glanced at you, a small smile on his face as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close. “i could swear i had a dream that you told me you were pregnant.”

you giggled, “hmm, i wonder why.”

riwoo chuckled, “i can’t believe it. i feel like i need to do something… tell someone? buy something?”

you laughed, “just hold on. i think we should wait until 20 weeks to tell people. that’s what they suggest, anyway.”

“sounds good,” he nodded, sighing with contentment, “wow. i mean, before the years over we’re gonna have a baby. at christmas! oh wow. do you think it’s gonna be a boy or a girl?”

you giggled, closing your eyes from sleepiness, “i don’t know, sanghyuk.”

“i need to research,” he hummed, stroking your hair, “i don’t know anything about pregnancy or babies.”

“did you know they can already hear?” you smiled, rolling onto your back and placing your hand on your stomach. nothing was showing, but just the idea was exciting. riwoo looked shocked, scooting down the bed and resting his head on your chest, his hand on your lower stomach.

“they can hear me?” he smiled, stroking the skin softly.

“yeah,” you said, stroking riwoo’s hair, “go on, say something. i’ve done it a couple times.”

“okay,” he chuckled, humming for a moment as he swiped his hand over your stomach, “hey baby. i– i don’t know anything about you yet. haven’t even seen a scan. but i’m your dad. um… i guess you’ll get to know me pretty well. i’m excited to meet you, in 7 months. it feels long, but i’m sure it’ll go by quickly, and then you can celebrate christmas with me and your mum. speaking of your mum… you’re inside her now, so she’ll take good care of you. but i hope you treat her well too, don’t make her too ill. um… i don’t really know what else to say so i’ll say bye for now but i’ll speak to you again soon, okay? i’ll play you one of my songs too! feel free to kick or whatever to respond if you like it–”

“five months.”

“hmm?”

“usually you don’t feel the baby kick until five months,” you smiled, stroking your husband’s hair back as he turned his face to look at your face now, instead of your stomach.

he frowned, “that’s so long.”

“come on, we have to get up now,” you groaned, stretching before sitting up.

“okay,” riwoo sighed, pressing a quick kiss to your stomach and leaping out of bed, “i’ll start the coffee— oh.”

you grumbled, glaring at him, “don’t rub it in.”

jaehyun🪻🐕 [6 months along]

“hiya pretty girl,” he said, bursting into a smile as you wandered into the living room.

you glared at your husband, “don’t patronise me.”

“i’m not,” jaehyun laughed, “come on, sit down, i’ll rub your feet.”

“you will?” you asked, almost tearing up in gratitude.

“of course!” he exclaimed, voice soft like a melody as he helped you onto the sofa before pulling your legs up so they were resting in his lap.

“sorry i was grumpy,” you said sheepishly, as he started massaging your soft-covered feet and legging-covered calves.

“it’s okay,” he beamed, “be as grumpy with me as you want, my girl! you’re carrying my baby.”

one of his hands trailed up to rest on the bottom of your rounded stomach. you smiled, placing your hand over his before dragging it upwards to where your daughter’s little feet were kicking repetitively.

“woah, harsh!” he gasped over-dramatically, rubbing the spot with his thumb.

jaehyun was good at leaving you to your own devices during pregnancy, knowing that too much worrying and fussiness would be overbearing for your already over-loaded body and mind, but sometimes you didn’t mind a bit of fuss.

“do you want anything particular for dinner?” he asked, moving back to massaging your feet.

you hummed, “no, i don’t have anything in mind. you can choose.”

“okay,” he said suspiciously, “but i’ll check with you first, yeah? i want you to eat.”

you smiled, nodding and going back to your phone.

“oh check your emails, by the way,” he said, barely even looking at you as he spoke, “i ordered some things for the nursery.”

you clicked on the app, eyes widening at the confirmation email you’d received that morning. “some things?! jaehyun, this is the whole nursery!”

“well we needed to get it done, right?” he shrugged.

“oh thank you,” you cooed, removing your legs from his lap and instead cuddling into his side, “how did you know i was stressing about that last night?”

“you wrote it on a post-it note to remind yourself, and then forgot to put it up,” he chuckled, kissing your forehead, “no need to worry anymore, though.”

you sighed, pregnancy brain ruining your ability to even think anymore, “thank you, love.”

“that’s okay, pretty girl,” he smiled down at you, “and hey, why don’t we go clothes shopping soon? hmm? you know we’re gonna love that.”

you smiled, nodding as jaehyun pressed a soft kiss to your lips, “you’re the best.”

taesan 🎸🐈‍⬛ [7 months along]

“dongmin, have you seen my tape?”

“woah,” he smirked, sitting up on the bed as he ogled you in the doorway.

“what?” you sighed.

you were stood wearing nothing but a crop top that only covered your boobs nowadays, with booty shorts, and your hair which had finally had a wash after a week was put away messily.

“you look gorgeous,” he blinked, face unwavering as you rolled your eyes.

“please,” you scoffed, practically waddling over to your husband.

he smiled, “no, i’m serious. i don’t think i’ve ever been more turned on. god you’re sexy.”

“oh my god keep it in your pants! i’m already pregnant,” you rolled your eyes, standing in front of him, “now can you answer my question?”

“your tape? oh the belly supporter one? yeah, it’s in the dresser,” he hummed, “i’ll get it, you sit down.”

he swapped your positions so you were sat on the edge of the bed and he wandered over to grab the tape, coming and helping you stand back up to put it in position.

“how could you possibly find me sexy right now?” you laughed, looking at yourself in the mirror as you planned where to put the tape to support your body the most.

“cause you’re all mine,” he murmured, kissing your shoulder as he stood behind you, “and everyone knows it. and you’re so cool, you’re carrying a person, our person.”

you smiled, taesan’s hands snaking round your waist and resting on your stomach as his head rested on your shoulder.

“sorry i find cool and powerful women so sexy,” he shrugged.

“wow you’re such a feminist,” you laughed, taesan shaking his head as he chuckled. “speaking of, how’s the nursery coming along?”

“nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about, princess,” he hummed, kissing your shoulder as he went and grabbed his laptop off the bed, “in two weeks it’ll be done, and we’ll be fully ready for our little guy. okay?”

you nodded, smiling as taesan continued to stand behind you, admiring you in the mirror. you basked in the moment for a while longer, sighing in contentment as you leaned against his body.

“fuck,” you cursed under your breath, seeing a large wet spot appear on your crop top.

“fuck,” taesan murmured, “i need to get you pregnant more often.”

you glared at him, “not helping.”

leehan🪸🐠 [5 months along - warning: mentions of like,, being able to see the baby move? some people find that gross so i wanted to leave a warning😭]

“y/n?”

“up here!” you called from the bedroom, as leehan came through the front door after work.

you heard your husband sprinting up the stairs, two at a time as he usually did, appearing in the bedroom doorway with a goofy smile on his face.

“hey, how was your— woah.”

he stopped his question, looking at your rounded stomach which was seemingly moving beneath the skin.

“this is so freaky,” you chuckled, “i mean, interesting. but weird, right?”

“that is so cool,” he said, quickly coming to the side of the bed and kneeling down, peering closely at the skin.

you laughed, “she’s really in there, huh?”

“hey, baby,” leehan spoke, poking your stomach gently, “why you wriggling so much? you uncomfortable?”

you chuckled at his words, stroking the hair on the back of his head as he resting his chin on the mattress.

“wah,” he spoke, placing a hand flat on your stomach, letting it be moved by your unborn child, “wah. hi baby, it’s daddy. remember me?”

“i hope so, considering you speak to her twice a day,” you laughed.

he smiled, kissing his fingers and pressing it to the skin. he continued to blink, in a quiet fascination of your baby, and of you, for carrying her inside you.

“is it uncomfortable?”

“no,” you shook your head, “feels weird though. i couldn’t even describe it if i wanted to.”

he nodded thoughtfully, “how long has she been doing this?”

“all afternoon,” you said, before adding sheepishly, “i phoned the doctor at first. they were a bit pissed at me, i think, cause it turns out it’s absolutely nothing to worry about. but i just thought this movement seemed excessive, right?!”

“yeah, they’re a dick,” leehan said, voice almost emotionless, “you’re just worried for your baby, you’re being a good mum.”

you smiled, “thanks, love. anyway, they said she’s probably just moving position, but it’s early enough that they’re confident she’ll move back before it’s time to come out.”

“she’s just an acrobat, hmm?”

“or a dancer, maybe?” you smiled, leehan looking at you shyly before looking back to your stomach.

“i want to name her sua,” he said, suddenly.

“sua?” you repeated, “as in… water themed?”

he nodded, “either that or i name her after a fish, so it’s up to you.”

you laughed, leaning over and kissing his head, “sua sounds perfect.”

[shawtylex09]

HIYAAA could you maybe do something about teacher izuku with pro hero girlfriend/wife?? I was thinking of a scenario where his partner is always staying up, working on some hero stuff and he tries to lure her into bed to rest. Maybe include a making out session :3

Hiiii!!! I was literally gone all day doing things, so lemme cook you up someone good pookie. 💚

Slight smut warning. 18+

You sat in your office, a hand running through your messy hair and your eyes stinging with lack of sleep. A heavy sigh slipped passed your lips as you dragged your hand down your face, glancing at the clock.

1:47 am.

Wonderful.

You still had quite a bit of paperwork to go through, and some emails to draft, and you’d been sitting at the goddamn desk since 10 pm.

“That’s what I get for being a procrastinator.”

You mumbled to yourself, sighing heavily and grabbing your pen again, continuing your painful paperwork.

You had been deep in your work, until you felt eyes on you. Your eyes flicked to your right, where you saw your lover, Izuku Midoriya, standing there.

“Sweetheart..what are you doing awake? You have to be awake for school in a few hours..”

You mumbled, your brows furrowing with concern as you spun in your chair, facing the tired man you called your boyfriend.

Izuku wasn’t wearing his glasses. His hair tousled and his tee (that was yours that he stole.) was loosely hanging off of one shoulder. He didn’t bother wearing pants to bed, the shirt was long enough to reach his upper thigh anyway, the black boxers wrapping around his muscular thighs.

“Come to bed..”

He mumbled, rubbing his eye with a slight pout on his face. It was obvious he was displeased with your current position in your office chair, and not in bed, holding him.

“Baby, I’ve got work I gotta do”

You said as a smile pulled at your lips, seeing your boyfriend sleepy and more than ready to have you in his arms warmed your heart.

Izuku whined in protest, walking over to you and grabbing your hand, bringing it to his lips.

“Please..? You’ve been working all evening..I haven’t been able to see you because of your paperwork..and it’s already 2 in the morning..”

Your boyfriend mumbled, pressing a few feather light, and sickeningly sweet kisses to your knuckles.

You sighed and leaned back in your chair, cupping his cheek with the hand he’d been kissing.

“Zuku, I need to finish my work. Why don’t you go lay down okay? I’ll be back in bed when I finish up these papers.”

Your tired eyes dragged to the desk as you gestured to the stack of papers, sitting on the desk and taunting you with the task of finishing them.

Izuku frowned, then, an idea popped into his head, and he grinned mischeviously. You looked up just to see your boyfriend shifting to sit in your lap.

You blushed and gently placed your hands on the sides of his thighs, feeling his boxers under your touch.

“Izuku..”

You said softly, slowly shifting your hands back around to the plump curve of his ass. Izuku blushed softly and cupped your cheeks, his calloused thumbs running over your skin with a careful touch.

You smiled a little and gave his rear a playful squeeze, Izuku rolling his eyes as you did so. He leaned in closer to your face, tilting his head to the side

“Why do you love squeezing my ass?..you weirdo..”

You laughed softly and shrugged, a grin gracing your features as you gently groped his plush curve.

“It’s not my fault you’re so curvy baby”

You whispered softly, to which Izuku blushed, glancing away as you leaned closer to his face.

“Shut up..don’t say that kinda thing..”

He muttered shyly, his eyes moving to yours. You smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear.

“Well, at least let me show you how pretty you look, baby”

And with that, you pressed your lips to his. Izuku’s lipd were slightly chapped from him chewing on them, but they still had a certain softness that left you wanting more and more each time you kissed.

Izuku groaned softly, his hands moving to your shoulders, his fingers slightly digging into the fabric of your shirt as he kissed you with equal passion.

You softly bit his bottom lip, a whine leaving him and making you break the kiss only to chuckle, then your lips found his once again.

His hands moved to the hem of your shirt, sliding his fingers under it to feel the smith skin of your abdomen under his fingers.

Meanwhile, your hands moved to his thighs, gripping the curves and planes of his smooth skin, only covered by his boxers, which held a tent from his manhood.

You smirked while you broke the kiss, looking up at him as you ran a finger over the bulge in his boxers.

Izuku whined and bresthlessly moaned as you rubbed his tip through his boxers, giving you a half lidded, needy gaze.

“Sweetheart..don’t tease me please…”

He whispered, a flush on his soft, freckled cheeks.

You laughed softly and smiled up at him, a mischievous grin settling on your lips.

God you loved his whiny tone and flustered expression.

“Cmon, let’s take this to our bedroom, yeah?”

You asked, not wanting to tease him too badly, but also enjoying your affect on his body- seeing the way he physically responded to your touch definitely excited you.

Izuku vigorously nodded at your words, gripping your shirt tightly as a deeper red coated his cheeks. He knew what the hazy look in your eyes meant for him, and he felt a pit of heat grow in his stomach.

“Yes- yes let’s go”

Izuku gasped as you picked him up, loving being manhandled, even if you weren’t necessarily rough with him.

He knew he was in for a long night.

Ty for the ask, ilyyyyy!!!

[angelltheninth]

How We've Both Changed

Pairing: Caleb x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, friends to enemies to lovers, clit stimulation, name-calling, degradation, rough sex, creampie, teasing, dub-con, body betrayal, forced orgasm, dom/sub dynamics, manipulation

Word count: 0.7k

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A/N: Caleb has an iron grip on my brain. I won't hear anything about it because it's not gonna get any better.

"Look at you. When did you get like this? So submissive and docile? Is it those... other men you've been hanging around with? Well it doesn't matter now, I'm gonna show you what a real man is like." Caleb growled next to your ear as he fucked you into your bed with the full intention of breaking you or it.

At first you were happy to see him. Even if he seemed a little bit different. But this was never the way you imagined he'd make love to you. Could this even be called making love? Because his love doesn't feel like the love you used to get from him.

Every sound was rough, every look judgmental, every thrust painful, every touch scolding.

He smirked as you let out a whimper, weather it was from pain or pleasure he didn't seem to care all that much. His fingers, cold against you, kept pressing and torturing your clit to the point it became painful. "This isn't about you feeling good, although I can tell that you are by the way your cunt is squeezing around me. But don't mistake that for my kindness, love." Caleb leaned in close. "I waited for you. Every day that was hell I kept going because of you. But you... you forgot about me the moment other men showed up."

"I never forgot. Caleb, I... always thought about you." You wanted to reach out and hold him but you only managed to struggle against the unyielding grip he had around your wrists.

Caleb smirked above you, his cock ramming itself into your pussy, creating lewd, wet, sloppy sounds. "Really? When you fucked yourself with those toys you thought of me? Or when you were on all fours, desperately trying to make yourself come? What about when you were with those other guys, did you want it to be me fucking you instead?"

His words hurt as much as the way he was fucking you did. "I never... I haven't been with anyone... in a really long time."

"Huh. Explains why this pussy is so easy. It needed a good cock. You'll never need or want for anything ever again, I'll give it all to you!" The necklace hung just above your face, clicking and shining, almost like Caleb was taunting you with it. His rigid cock kept hitting your sweetspot every time his hips smacked heavily against yours, causing your back to arch and your clit to push against his fingers. "So messy. God, you've become such a desperate whore in the time I've been gone. Your pussy is so good at taking cock isn't it. Mine. The only cock it'll be taking will be my cock!"

Caleb pushed his fingers into your already abused pussy and curled them upwards just as his cock sank in and stilled. "Ca-Caleb, Caleb, that's too much!"

"No it's not. No it's fucking not, I know you can take it. You can be good. If you were good for those other guys, then won't you be good for me too?" His voice dropped to an almost cooing tone. "Don't you want to be good for me?" He asked, his fingers curling again and again, each movement sending lighting across your body until your mind went blank.

"I can... I can't-!" You cried out, tears spilling down your face.

"You can. My love, I know you can. You will." His tone turned commanding towards the end, "You will come for me." With one last cruel flick of your clit you came with a desperate whine, your voice breaking as you arched off the bed. Just then he chose to let go of your hands, allowed you to embrace him. "Yes, hold onto me. I've got you, I've got you now." He chuckled against your ear, his fingers easing out of you and holding you against him with both arms as his cum filled your desperate, fucked pussyhole.

Desperate sounds kept falling from your lips as you shook against him, your clit pressing against his abs, your legs locked around his hips and pussy stretched to its limits. "Ca-ah-leb..."

"Easy, easy, I'm here, I've got you. I'm not going anywhere, I'm never leaving you again." His words were flavored with an equal amount of a sweet promise and a dangerous threat. "We're together again. Nothing will get in the way of our love. As long as we love each other, that's all that matters." The more he cooed those words in your ear the more you started to believe he was right.

[mid-80s]

esposa

pov: it's your honeymoon, and miguel can't seem to keep his hands off his new wife.

cw: oral (f receiving), praise, body worship, begging, cumming untouched, manhandling (if you squint), possessiveness

"please, mi vida."

"jus' wanna see you cum, need you to cum in my mouth, on my fingers--fuck baby, please."

you blush as miguel lowers until he's on his knees in front of you, trailing his kisses to your lower stomach.

miguel always had a way of making you feel like the sexiest woman on earth, but holy fuck.

this made you feel like a goddess.

the hottest man you'd ever had the pleasure of meeting was on his knees begging for you to ride his face? somebody pinch you.

you had just arrived in your honeymoon suite for the night before your flight to the caribbean the next morning, and you had barely gotten the door closed before he was all over you. "miggy, we gotta put our bags down first, we haven't even turned on the lights." you start, scratching the hair at the nape of his neck in the way he likes. he groans and presses his forehead onto your lower belly, gripping your hips for support.

"no. need you now." he growls.

you feel your knees buckle at his clear display of affection for you, a fluttering feeling in your stomach as his big hands cup your waist. miguel only gets like this when you've been fucking for a good while.

you smile and grip his hair a bit so he'd face you, relishing in the whimper he gives in result. "gonna help me take my dress off at least?"

in a flash, you're pressed against the door as miguel pulls the dainty zipper down with fervor. "careful!" you rush out, reaching back to hold his hand delicately while looking over your shoulder at him. "wanna save this for our kids someday."

it's hard to miss the outright moan miguel releases at the mention of having kids with you, a fantasy that's lived in his head since he dropped you home after the first date. "mierda..." he places his forehead on your shoulder before walking you over to the mirror, facing you towards it as he unzips your dress with much more care.

the beautiful fabric falls to reveal the lingerie you've been hiding the whole night, a gorgeous dark blue--his favorite color--with an intricate design you personally adored. miguel audibly gasps at the reveal, staring at you in the mirror before seemingly remembering he has access to the real version right in front of him. the moon--the only source of light in the room--makes you look downright angelic, and effectively shuts down miguel's brain. his mind looks as though it's running a mile a minute as you attempt to bring him back down to earth.

"i got it for our first anniversary, but i loved it so much and decided it needed to be saved for our wedding." you explain, turning in his arms right when his hands find purchase on your hips. "d-do you like it?" you can't help but feel a bit shy, this time having sex seems different. more emotional.

miguel seems to have found his words, his eyes breaking from their marveling at your body to look you in the eye with sickeningly sweet affection. "¿me gusta? cariño, eres tan jodidamente perfecta, nunca dejas de dejarme sin aliento. no puedo creer que seas mi esposa."

you giggle and reach up to wrap your arms around his neck as he stares at you like you've hung the stars. "i'll take that as a yes." you kiss him, passionate and deep, yet slow and soft. your husband groans into your mouth, fangs popping out before he can stop them. his brain is all mush by the time his picks you up to lay you on the bed.

he settles between your thighs before breaking the kiss to sit back and get a good look at you. your hair--now loose from its meticulous style--spreads around your head like a halo, illuminated by the moon light. your skin--buttery and smooth and glittery from the body shimmer you like to wear--is warm and soft as you take his left hand in yours, kissing his ring and miguel's brain short circuits at the sight. how the fuck did he manage to get the most gorgeous girl in every universe underneath him wearing his last name? he's genuinely surprised you even let him touch you.

"you're so gorgeous baby..so so fucking gorgeous..my wife.." he groans against your skin as he kisses down, practically ripping his blazer and dress shirt off when your soft voice requests oh so politely. he feels feral, like he wants to eat you whole.

you breath picks up as miguel's shaky hands reach behind you to unclasp your bra. he always had this way of making you feel so shy under his gaze. small, in a good way. wanted. miguel lets out a shaky breath as your breasts spill out from their confines, as if this is the first time he's seen them. you can't bring yourself to tease him for it, because you feel the exact same way. "oh dios, me voy a correr en mis malditos pantalones."

you giggle. "what?" you had picked up a bit of spanish over years of listening to his ramblings, but you had no idea what the fuck he just said. but none of it mattered once he dipped down to suck at your right nipple, tweaking the left with a calloused finger. "ah!"

"gorgeous, fucking gorgeous.." he mumbles to himself as he switches his attention to your other nipple before pulling off with a wet pop. he looks up at you with a fire you'd never seen before as he kisses down your torso, sucking hickeys along the way. "gonna make you feel so good, baby, fuck."

you whimper as he trails closer to your core, pushing onto your elbows to look at him while he sucks dark hickies into your inner thighs. he's off the bed, on his knees with your legs hooked around his shoulders, and he looks like he'd rather be no where else. "jesus, you're so wet. this all f'me?" he slurs, already pussydrunk.

"all for you baby. mi esposo."

the guttural moan he lets out in response would have made you flinch if he didn't immediately follow it up with a thick wet stripe up the length of your pussy, collecting the slick on his tongue before using the tip to circle your clit. "shit!"

he continues to lap at your cunt like it's his last meal, moaning into it as he shakes his head from side to side. "so fuckin sweet.." his words are muffled by your cunt and your cries out as you grip his hair, ring tangling a bit and tugging. this spurs miguel on more as the following buck of his hips against the bed is more forceful than the last.

"holy fuck miggy!" you practically scream over the lewd, wet sound of miguel in your pussy, heels digging into his muscled back as you push his head impossibly closer and grind onto his tongue. he hooks his hands around your thighs and keeps his tongue out for you like the good boy he is, and you have an overwhelming sense to tell him so. "s-so good f'me miggy--oh fuck--so g-good..."

miguels eyes roll to the back of his head as his thrusts into the mattress get more frantic, as do yours as the tell-tale signs of your orgasm come barreling towards you. miguel flicks his tongue against your clit as a thick finger curls into your cunt right against your sweet spot. the dam breaks and you back arches off the bed, stars bursting behind your eyelids as heat fills your body.

miguel coaxes you through it all before you signal him to stop.

he comes up with a wet chin and just as shiny eyes as he looks at you expectantly. you kiss him deep, tasting your juices on his tongue as you stroke his jaw affectionately. "you did so well for me, mr. o'hara. so fucking good."

and that's when miguel o'hara creams his pants like a fucking teenager.

[offensiunculaee]

eddie helps you through the worst migraine you've ever had

part two of my mini migraine series!

cw: migraines (duh), crying, hospital mention

author's note: this is a retelling of the worst migraine I ever had. I'm thankful that I wrote it all down for my neurologist because those notes really helped me. And again, thank you @munson-blurbs and @corroded-hellfire for reading this through and telling me how it looked.

For all things considered, your day had started off pretty good. 

It was the first real spring day so you both decided to take a walk around town and did some shopping. Eddie stopped at the local game shop and picked up some new miniatures for Hellfire and you grabbed a new pair of dice, a beautiful set with koi fish that caught your eye immediately. Yogi almost knocked over a display with his tail from how hard he was wagging it. After that you all got lunch and ate outside, enjoying the buzz of the downtown area. The weather was perfect, allowing you to finally go out without a sweatshirt and all the trees and flowers were blooming. 

On the way home, you stopped by the local dog park and let Yogi off his leash to really tire him out. You and Eddie sat down on a bench and watched him run around in circles and play with other dogs. There were multiple times where the dog would run over to you with a tennis ball in his mouth. You weren’t sure where he got it from but you still threw it for him. Other times he’d just come over and jump up on either one of you to get some love from you guys. Soon he would be too big to comfortably hold on your lap so it was important to cherish these little moments while you still could. Once Yogi jumped off and ran to chase another dog, Eddie leaned over to whisper, “He’s definitely your kid, he always needs attention” into your ear. You turn to him and scoff before punching him in the arm. 

“Shut up! He’s my kid? He’s got your energy levels and chaotic personality!” Your boyfriend leans back in with a chuckle to wrap an arm around you, rubbing one of your arms to stave off the chill that hit you both from the breeze. The wind was blowing Eddie’s hair around and the afternoon sun was starting to shine onto both of you, making his beautiful brown eyes almost glow. 

Eddie stops to think for a moment before responding, “Well, he snores like you.” 

You raise your eyebrows at the accusation but immediately hit back with, “Ok well he has your eyes and hair color. Can’t deny that, can we?” The metalhead sits there for a moment in contemplation, trying to come up with some witty response that could surely beat yours. His eyebrows are knitted and his mouth tightens into a thin line. 

The barking from all the dogs around fills the silence as Eddie spends a solid ten or fifteen seconds thinking before he replies, “Ok, you got me there… but he’s still your son! You’re the one who brought him home!”

A hand reaches up to scratch at his head after you roll your eyes and he just rests his head on your shoulder. You all spend a total of 45 minutes there, just enjoying each other's company like you always do and letting Yogi exhaust himself. He sends a video of Yogi play-fighting with a much larger German Shepherd to Uncle Wayne with the caption ‘your grand-nephew’, earning a laugh from both of you when he promptly replies ‘that child is 100% yours’.

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The walk home wasn’t too difficult apart from a faint throbbing on the right side of your head - it’s not entirely unusual but it’s still uncomfortable.. You attribute the pain to the sun that was shining in your face for the better part of an hour and possible dehydration so Eddie graciously lends you his sunglasses, seeing as you left yours at home and, in his words, “They look much better on you anyway.” He takes note of your change in behavior, initially seeming very upbeat and talkative, but you get more quiet as the walk goes on. Fifteen minutes and two Excedrin later, you two finally arrive home and Yogi jumps onto the couch for his much-needed afternoon nap. Eddie is hanging up the dog’s leash after opening some of the windows to let in some fresh air. While he’s doing that, you shuffle past him and go into your bedroom and into the top drawer of your bedside table. He hears you moving bottles around until you pull out the large bottle of Advil to pop two blue pills into your mouth followed by a gulp of water. The pain has intensified and spread from beyond the side of your head and down to your forehead. It’s also making you feel lightheaded so you decide it’s best to just lay down for a bit before it gets any worse. You silently approach him from behind, the sound of your slippered feet the only sign of your approach and as you place a light kiss on his cheek. He instinctively turns around to look at you, smiling at first until he gets a good look at your face. He sees one of your eyes has begun to droop and you seem less lively than before, only giving him a forced smile that he has learned to see right through. His hands cradle your face, his own now marred with concern. You break the silence with a strained, “I’m going to go lay down for a while, I’m not feeling good.” Eddie nods in understanding and follows you to the bedroom where you’ve already drawn the blackout curtains shut. 

The first thing you do is change out of your clothes and once you’ve climbed back into bed you take another pill, something much stronger that you tend to reserve for your more intense episodes. Eddie is standing there at the foot of the bed and asks, “Do you want to be alone or do you want me to stay with you?” If this were earlier on in your relationship, Eddie might assume you wanted him there with him because you’d asked him previously, but he learned that sometimes you’d rather be alone while you wait for the attack to subside. It was nothing against him, it was just that you weren’t feeling good and didn’t want him to see you in that state all the time. This time you shake your head no and put your head down on the pillow. You’re suddenly hit with the scent of Eddie, a mix of his sandalwood scented shampoo, his cologne, and even a little bit of his aftershave. It’s the perfect combination of scents that always put you at ease so you scoot closer to his side of the bed to take it all in.

Thirty minutes pass and you aren’t feeling any better. In fact, you’re starting to feel worse. The pain has increased to the point that you’re now hyperventilating and whimpering. The pain is less throbbing and more of a sharp, stabbing sensation. You remember a headache that made you shoot out of bed and almost scream, feeling like someone just took an icepick and shoved it into the front of your head. It lasted maybe 15 seconds but you had never felt pain like that before. Your doctor said you should have gone to the hospital for that, claiming it could have been a possible aneurysm. Well, this migraine was somehow worse than that. Your whimpering soon turned to crying. It’s quiet at first, inaudible to Eddie reading over in the living room with Yogi’s head on his lap. You’re about an hour and a half into the attack where you can no longer take the pain alone and call out, “Eddie?”, but the closed door prevents him from hearing it. You try again, this time louder and trembling, “EDDIE PLEASE I NEED YOU”.

Eddie jumps up out of his place on the couch, accidentally waking the slumbering dog up in the process. His book is abandoned as he rushes into the bedroom and over to your trembling form. Your eyes are wide open with tears. You’re laying on your side in the fetal position, clutching at the bedsheets. Your boyfriend crawls onto the bed so he’s hovering over you. You don’t move your head but at least you make eye contact with him, your voice still quivering and still increasing in volume as you beg him to make the pain stop. Eddie is shushing you and attempting to get you to control your breathing and eventually calm down, but that only turns into you hyperventilating more. The hyperventilating only makes the pain worse which in turn makes you cry again which makes your head throb even more. It’s an endless cycle which neither of you know how to stop. The bed creaks as Eddie moves to partially lay beside you so your eyes meet. He takes one of your hands and squeezes it, cooing, “Sweetpea, you need to calm down. Crying is only going to make it worse.” 

You immediately yell back, “I KNOW!” before groaning and rolling onto your back with your face in your hands. Eddie is dumbfounded. He has never seen you like this before. Hell, in all the time he’s been with you while you had migraines he barely even saw you cry let alone become hysterical.

His thoughts are interrupted by your wavering voice again. “Eddie I can’t feel my leg, why can’t I feel my leg.” His face turns from worried to scared, shooting up right away. He wasn’t a doctor, but that did not sound normal. This was a completely new symptom. Seconds later, you cry out, “Eddie I can’t feel my arm either please help me.” He doesn’t say anything, instead getting up off the bed and rushing to your drawer to grab another pill. He grabs your water and manages to help you take the pill and drink it in hopes that maybe a second pill will do the trick. Eddie watches you and goes over his options in his head. Does he call your mom? She gets migraines too, so maybe she knows what to do. Maybe your neurologist? No, he doubts they’ll be able to do anything. He realizes there’s only one real option, one you’ve turned down every time your migraines get really bad.

“Honey, do you want to go to the hospital?”

You shake your head in between sobs and Eddie immediately takes action. He gets you your sandals, the easiest shoes for him to  get on your feet, and helps you up. You’re wobbling with tears running down your face. As you’re about to leave the bedroom, he briefly lets go of you to rush over to the table next to the front door and grab his sunglasses from before. He places them on you and you thank him with a sniffle. Once you two are steps away from the front door, you hesitate. Eddie looks at you with worry and you say, “I… I don’t have a bra on.” Eddie has to remind you that the doctors don’t care and goes back to helping you move. The two of you make your way out the door as fast as you can go, which isn’t much considering your condition. In a moment of panic, Eddie picks you up in his arms and rushes through the halls of the apartment complex and out to the nearest exit. He’s thanking every god there is that you two managed to snag parking spots so close to the entrance. He yanks the passenger side door open and puts you in and buckles you up. He’s in the driver's seat seconds later and begins haphazardly pulling out of the parking spot and towards the exit. Eddie’s mind is filled with potential scenarios on what's going on. Was this a seizure? Your neurologist had you tested for that last year and nothing came up. What if it’s a stroke? A brain bleed? He’s so distracted by his anxieties and getting to the hospital that he doesn’t notice your breathing start to even out and your posture fix itself. You aren’t crying or hyperventilating at all. About thirty seconds into the drive with the exit in sight, you look up and calmly tell him, “It’s over.”

Eddie slams his foot on the break and goes, “WHAT?” and looks at you with bewilderment. He looks past the sunglasses you’re wearing and sees how you seem to have made a completely full recovery. All the medication you took seems to have kicked in all at once. Your mind is clear and it’s like the attack never even happened. “Wait, so do you still need to go to the hospital?” All you do is shake your head and he lets out a giant sigh of relief, no longer clutching the steering wheel and hangs his head now as he begins to calm down and let himself catch his breath. You both sit there and process everything that just happened. Without a word, Eddie turns the car around and drives back to the parking spot. This time you’re able to get out on your own and meet Eddie at the front of the car. He pulls you in for a tight hug. Muffled by your shirt, he says,

“Never do that again, please. I thought you were dying.”

Your face is buried in his chest, and he only hears ‘mm-hmm’ before you let go of him and take off the sunglasses to look up at him. He’s inspecting your face again. You still don’t look the way you did before the attack but you’ve got more life in your eyes. Your eyelids are still drooping but now you just look tired. 

You rub at your eyes and mumble, “Can we go back inside?”

Eddie nods and wraps his arm around you, letting you lean on him as you two walk back into the building. He clocks how drowsy you’re getting - this is normal, something he sees every time you get a migraine. The two of you return to your apartment without speaking with you, taking the lead upon entry and going back to bed. Eddie follows close behind and this time joins you, holding you close and pressing a kiss to your forehead. He was exhausted by the whole event and fell asleep shortly after you did. The only noise that echoed through the apartment was the sound of his snoring and the snoring coming from Yogi the next room over.

[suugarbabe]

(I tried looking you up by Sab again)

Ok so I checked if your requests were open first annddddd….. ok so *takes a deep breath* in my old age, I’ve become a fall risk (jk) BUT I did slip in the snow and ice the other day - it was chill, I laughed and laughed and laughed, got back up and went about my business - but I landed right on my tailbone and now my neck and the arm I tried to catch myself on are KILLING me.

All this to say….Can I request a fic - I’ll leave the ship up to you, any of the Slytherin boys will do - where reader does something similar and how they would fuss over her?

xoxoxo love you love time my sweet lovely lady <3 <3

maybe one day i will have cher-ified myself enough to be known only as sab and you can search that alone to find me, but alas...it has still not come to that yet my sweet girl.

let's do my darling boy theodore for this one 😇 may or may not have gone a little extra with some slight hurt comfort so i do apologize (this is not proofread)

It really didn't seem like that big of a deal, at least not at the time. You had crazily suggested walking back from Hogsmeade yesterday. The snow just looked so pretty on the ground, and Scotland was in a rare day to where it wasn't actually windy. Thus, you opted for a walk, for the views (and because you just didn't feel like going back to the castle so soon).

The majority of your group opted for the carriage ride. 'Do you see these shoes? They're not walking back', Enzo was in full dramatics yesterday. Shy, sweet, lovely, Theo was the only one who volunteered to walk with you. Whipped was what Matty called him, the others giggles following suit. Theo threw two fingers in the air before Matty returned the gesture and closed the carriage door.

Theo had laced his fingers with yours with practiced ease, slowing his step down slightly to keep pace with yours. Conversation always flowed easy between you and Theo. The others never seemed to believe you; Theo had grown pretty quiet since third year. But that never seemed to be the case when he was by your side.

And you knew the feeling, that little rush of excitement in your chest when you were around him. The energy that seemed to flow through your veins and extend into your finger tips. Like anything he was saying was the most important thing in the world. And all you wanted to do was tell him every thought you'd ever had. Because you knew he listened, and he listened intently.

That's what he was doing now; listening. You were going on and on about an extra credit assignment Flitwick was letting you do for charms. Theo loved how enthusiastically you spoke when you were excited. Your hand had slipped from his, but he didn't mind. He knew you needed both in order to feel like your story telling was getting across.

You were telling him how close you were to being successful, maybe getting a little too excited as you had hopped just the smallest bit; which was what happened to cause your down fall. Literally. On the come down from your small hap the heel of your boot caught a patch of ice.

He had tried to reach out for you, but your body had slammed on the ground faster than even his chaser reactions could muster. You had tried to catch yourself too, to no avail. Instead you landed right on your ass, your tailbone catching the majority of your weight as you hit the frozen cobblestone path.

You had attempted to reach an arm out too, only for your elbow to collide with the ground just after your bottom. Theo was quick to get to your level, running his hands along your arms and legs, checking for anything swollen or broken. He had taken your face in his hands, his eyes full of worry until you cracked a smile.

And then you started laughing. Laughing and laughing and laying back down flat on the stone and ice, a hand holding your elbow. Theo had laughed with you, albeit only slightly and very nervously, before helping you stand back up and half-carrying you to the castle grounds.

So it really had been nothing, the pain even slightly subsiding once your reached your dorm.

Until you woke up this morning. And everything hurt.

Your friends had tried to wake you up for breakfast, nudging you awake. Even the slightly touch to your elbow had you cursing. "For fucks sake," you groaned, "just go without me." Your tone was sharp without meaning to, but it felt like your whole body was throbbing.

When everyone else finally left you tried to roll on to your back only for a shooting pain to travel from your tail bone up to the base of your skull, "Fucking Salazar, nope. Not happening." You then went to roll on your side, seemingly forgetting about your arm until you pushed it too far into the bed and a hiss left your lips.

You groaned in frustration, flipping (slowly) on to your stomach, deciding in that moment that the only way you were leaving your bed today was to go to the bathroom. And even that proved incredibly difficult in the state your muscles and bones were feeling.

Thankfully your friends had brought you up some breakfast, you munching slightly on fruit on toast like half-holding your self up on your good elbow before laying back down on your stomach. Your hope was that by using your body as minimal as possible today would then make you feel only a tiny bit sore and normal tomorrow.

After an unknown length of time, your sleep was interrupted by vocal commotion outside your door. "Theo, mate, you can't just barge in to someone's room," it sounded very much like Mattheo, but you couldn't be for sure through the thickness of the door.

That wasn't a problem quickly, as (assumingely) Theo had pushed your door open, shouting back at Matty in Italian, "non dirmi cosa fare! (don't tell me what to do)".

You were still rubbing sleep from your eyes when you felt a dip in your mattress near your head. As you peaked an eye open, you came face to face with Theo. His eyes were wide, the blue in his iris's so clear you could almost see right through them. If you could you'd have seen the racing thoughts flowing in Theo's mind.

"Tesoro, love, what is hurting. How can I help? Why are you laying on your stomach, can you not move? Oh Merlino, is it bad?" Theo's hands hovered over your, not sure where was safe to touch and where wasn't.

You let out a small laugh, the action making your torso shake and the pain in your back become shooting again. Your wince did little to ease Theo's mind, "I knew I should've taken you to Pomfrey after you fell yesterday."

Shaking your head, you reached out to grab his wrist, effectively calming his hovering hands, "I'm just a little sore, Teddy. Probably bruised my tailbone. I know I've got a bruise on my elbow." You lifted that arm up, displaying the hint of purple on your skin.

"il mio angelo..." Theo gently held your arm just below the color change, his lips placing the gentlest kiss to your affected skin. You hummed in content at the action, knowing surely your cheeks blushed. "Since you're here, think you'd be comfortable enough to check my lower back? It hurts like no other."

"Of course," Theo stood up from the side of your bed, grasping the edge of your duvet before pulling it down just below the small of your back. "Nice pajamas," you could hear the smirk in Mattheo's voice as Theo slowly pulled your pajama top. "Bloody hell, Theo said you fell but-"

"Enough Matt-" there was a sharpness in Theo's voice that Mattheo seemed to follow without question. Mattheo seemed to also take that as his cue to leave, effectively leaving you and Theo alone in your room.

Theo's fingertips brushed lightly over the purple bruise that spread from underneath your pajama bottoms, "Tesoro, you poor thing. I'm so sorry I didn't help more yesterday. I should've...I should've done more yesterday. I could've given you an elixir or something...preventative even.

You've been in pain all day and I've been doing nothing you help," Theo nearly collapsed on the side of your bed, head falling to his hands. You pushed yourself up the best you could, leaning more to your good side and breathing deeply as to not further worry him.

"Teddy...it's okay. I didn't even hurt that much yesterday," You placed a hand on his back, rubbing smooth circles across it. Theo looked at you then, and you noticed his eyes slightly brimming with tears.

Your heart all but broke in two, pulling him in tight embrace, "I'm okay, Teddy. I promise." Theo squeezes you tightly, burying his face in your neck. "M'sorry. M'so sorry," a few tears had fallen down his cheeks when he pulled away; you quickly reached up and wiped them away.

"It's just.." he looked away from you briefly, "it's just i couldn't really...do anything when my mum was dying. So when someone i lo-care about gets hurt it just...scares me a little." You grabbed hold of his hand, lacing your fingers with his, "Well I'm glad you care about me, Theo. I, erm, care a lot about you too."

Theo met your eyes again, "Yeah?" You nodded, pulling your lip between your teeth. "Good," Theo's smile was back, a small pull of his lips and a brightness in his eyes. Then he leaned in closer, tension palatable with the shortening of distance.

He free hand cupped your jaw, thumb tracing gently on your cheek. You decided to be the bold one, fisting the material of his shirt and pulling his lips down to yours. It was soft at first, Theo gasping slightly at your eagerness before melting in to it all together, letting out a quiet hum of satisfaction.

His hands soon found your waist, full intentions on deepening the kiss as his hand moved to your back before you pushed him back with a slight hiss. Theo's face fell, "M'so sorry, I-" you held his hand up, cutting him off, "It's okay, Teddy. I'm fine. Just...maybe another kiss will make me feel better again."

Theo nodded, playful grin on his lips, "I can do that."

[onedirection-oneshot]

Safe in His Arms

The first thing I noticed was the dull ache in my lower abdomen. Then, the damp, uncomfortable feeling between my legs. My stomach twisted—not just from the cramps but from realization. My period.

I groaned internally, my face scrunching up as I shifted slightly. That’s when I felt it—Niall’s strong arms wrapped securely around me, holding me against his warm chest. His breathing was soft and even, still deep in sleep. I hated to move, but I needed to get to the bathroom now.

Carefully, I began to untangle myself from him, but even in his sleep, he held on. His arm tightened slightly around my waist as he buried his face into my neck, murmuring something incoherent. I smiled softly despite the discomfort, running my fingers lightly over his forearm.

“Niall,” I whispered. No response.

I tried again, wiggling free bit by bit until I was finally able to slip out of his grasp. His body instinctively curled into the warm spot I left behind, and I hesitated for just a moment, watching him. His golden hair was an absolute mess, lips slightly parted as he slept peacefully. Even in the dim morning light, he looked absolutely beautiful.

I forced myself to move, wincing as another sharp cramp hit. Wrapping my arms around my stomach, I hurried into the en-suite bathroom, flicking on the light. As soon as I pulled down my now red sploched knickers, I sighed. Yep. Definitely bled through.

Moving quickly, I cleaned myself up, changing into a fresh pair of underwear and grabbing a pad from the cabinet. My body still ached, my stomach twisting in discomfort, but at least now I felt slightly better.

When I stepped out of the bathroom, my eyes immediately landed on the bed. Something was different.

The sheets.

They were fresh. Clean. Changed.My stomach dropped.

Niall was now sitting up against the headboard, his eyes on me, a small reassuring smile on his face.

“Morning, love,” he murmured, voice husky from sleep. i barely heard him. My face burned as I slowly walked over to the bed. “Did I… did I bleed through?” I asked hesitantly, already knowing the answer but needing to hear it.

He nodded. “Yeah, but it’s no big deal. I changed the sheets while you were in the bathroom.”

I groaned, covering my face with my hands. “Niall…”

“What?” he asked, his tone light, amused even. "That’s so embarrassing,” I mumbled, peeking at him through my fingers.

His lips curled into a smirk as he reached for me, pulling me effortlessly back into bed. “Don’t be silly,” he murmured against my hair. “It’s just a bit of blood, babe. I really don’t mind.” I sighed, resting my cheek against his bare chest. The warmth of his skin, the steady rise and fall of his breathing—it was comforting.

“You didn’t have to change the sheets,” I whispered after a moment.

“Course, I did. You were busy, so I helped. That’s what we do, isn’t it?”

I bit my lip, my heart swelling with love for this man. “You’re too good to me.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “Damn right I am, - and you deserve it sweetheart.” he finished in a whisper.

Just then, a sharp cramp tore through my abdomen, making me wince and clutch my stomach instinctively. Niall immediately noticed. “Hurts bad?” he asked softly, concern laced in his voice.

“Yeah,” I admitted, exhaling shakily.

“Stay here,” he whispered, shifting me gently off him. I watched as he swung his legs over the bed and stood up, running a hand through his messy hair.

“Niall, you don’t have to—” He gave me a pointed look. “Stay. Here.”

I didn’t argue.

A few minutes later, he returned, holding a small tray. He set it on the nightstand and sat down beside me, pressing two painkillers into my palm.

“Take these,” he said softly, handing me a glass of water.

I obeyed, swallowing them down before noticing the steaming mug beside him. “Is that…?”

“Hot chocolate,” he confirmed with a proud smile, handing it to me. “With your fabourite mashmallows. Figured you could use something warm.”My heart melted. “You didn’t have to do all this,” I whispered.

“Of course, I did.” He cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing lightly across my skin. “It’s my job to take care of my girl.” i smiled, taking a careful sip of the drink. It was warm, sweet, comforting—just like him.

Once I was finished, he pulled me back into his embrace, tucking me against his chest like I belonged there.

“Today, we’re not leaving this bed,” he declared firmly.

i chuckled softly. “Not even for food?”

“I’ll bring it up,” he said confidently. “You just stay here, cuddle me, and let me take care of you.” I sighed contently, snuggling deeper into his warmth. “I love you, you know that?”

“I do,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “And I love you more.”

And just like that, the day melted away in the safest place I could ever be—in his arms.

[ofstarsandvibranium]

To Have and To Hold: Part 13

Fandom: Marvel - Moon Knight (Mafia AU)

Pairing: Marc Spector x F!Reader, Steven Grant x F!Reader, Jake Lockley x F!Reader

Summary: To ensure you’re always safe even after his passing, your father, a mob boss, makes you marry his right hand, Marc Spector. You don’t necessarily hate Marc, but you don’t get along either. Therefore, this marriage of convenience may be a bit difficult for you.

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When Marc wakes up, your side of the bed is empty. He hears the shower on in the en suite bathroom, so he knows you're in there.

He stares up the ceiling and lets out a pained, deep breath. He really can't catch a break. Everything with you has been fucked from the start. He never wanted things to go this way. He knew it was going to be difficult, but he didn't think it'd be this difficult.

He thought he'd have more time. More time to get to know you more, more time to process everything. Just...more.

But Marc's life has never been an easy one. He's never gotten anything easy, never gotten any peace. So he just has to roll with the punches.

But fuck, is he tired of getting beat down.

You step into the bedroom, towel wrapped around your body, "Oh, morning," you say with a hint of surprise, but cover it with a nonchalant.

Marc sits up with a grunt, "Guess we should talk."

You nod, "Yup. Let me change first," you walk into the closet, closing the doors behind you. Marc takes the few minutes to gather his thoughts.

He needs to apologize. He might even beg on his knees for you to believe him. From now on, he has to be completely honest with you from now on.

You exit the closet wearing leggings and a loose fitted t-shirt. You stand there, hip jutted out, and arms crossed over your chest. You're guarding yourself. Marc understands, but hates it nonetheless.

"So?" you ask with a raise of your brow.

He clears his throat, "So, yes, I intentionally didn't tell you certain things. Not because I didn't want to tell you at all, but because I didn't want to worry you. You've already been under a lot of stress and I was just thinking about you." You open your mouth to retort, but he cuts you off with a raise of his hands, "I know. I know. I still should have told you about it all: the arrangement, your dad, my now ex-wife. I fucked up.

"I truly am sorry though. I never want to hurt you, Y/N. I care about you."

You had a feeling the conversation was going to go this way. You thought about various scenarios of it while you took your shower. Despite you wanting to paint Marc to be a villain, you know he truly isn't. Despite his rough exterior and "tough shit" you know he has a soft heart. You've seen it first hand the days following your arranged engagement.

You let your arms, and your internal walls, slowly fall.

"I get it...still fucking hurts that you kept all of it from me. And-And I don't know how I'm supposed to trust you-"

"I won't keep anything from you anymore. I promise. Anything that could put either of us or this arrangement at risk, I'll tell you."

"I'll do the same," you say in agreement.

He slowly nods, "Do you...have questions?"

"Who was she?" you ask as you sit at the corner of the bed.

"Layla El-Fouly. I met her back when I was a mercenary...I was ordered to kill her father. I was supposed to get close to her, kill her too but-"

"But you fell in love."

"Yeah. Then she found out that I was the one who killed her father and she left. Didn't see or hear from her in years."

"Did you try looking for her?"

He shrugs, "Not really. I understand why she left. I lied to her," he lowly chuckles to himself, "Guess I really don't have a good track record when it comes to marriages. Both of mine rooting from deceit." He looks down at his lap in shame.

"But you finally found her."

"When your father came to me about the arrangement, he already knew of my marriage to Layla. He gave me contacts to help me find her so I can serve her the papers. She finally reached out a few days ago. She wanted to talk before signing the papers."

You think about when you saw them at the cafe, how he was holding Layla's hand, looking at her. You felt that twinge of jealousy and insecurity crawling into your heart.

"Do you still love her?"

Marc gives a sigh, "I think a part of me will always have some care for her, but I don't love her. Not anymore."

You feel a weight lifting off your shoulders after that. Because, dammit, you know you've fallen for Marc. Despite everything, you really care for him and you know he'd treat you well in this marriage.

It was your turn to release a deep sigh, "Okay."

"Anymore questions?"

"I should have asked about this earlier on, but how long did you know about the arranged marriage before my dad told me."

"Two weeks."

"Did you help create my dad's plan to take Harrow out?"

He shook his head, "I didn't know a thing. I asked him to let me in, so I can help but he told me my strict orders were to get you out of there. All I knew was that he had a plan and it was probably going to end in his death."

"How has Steven and.."

"Jake."

"How has Steven and Jake taken to this life?"

He snorts, "Steven hates it. He's a pacifist, so he's not around often when I'm out and about. Jake...he's a rare sighting. But he's the kind of guy that doesn't care about what measures you take, all that matters is the outcome."

"Aren't you the same way?" you ask him with a challenging tone.

"I do what has to be done, but I do also try to keep in mind the consequences and who I might be hurting. Jake doesn't care so much for that."

"He sounds dangerous."

Marc snorts, "You have no idea, sunshine." He looks at you with soft eyes, "Are we going to be okay?"

You reach out, placing your hand on top of his, "I think so. Just, no more secrets. Got it?"

He makes an 'X' over his heart, "Cross my heart and hope to die."

"No dying anytime soon, please," you murmur and crawl over, pecking his lips, "I'm gonna finalize wedding stuff."

"Let me know if you need any help!" he hollers as you exit the bedroom.

"Will do!" you respond, your voice echoing through the halls.

"That went a lot better than expected," Steven says in relief.

"You're telling me, buddy," Marc murmurs back with a scoff.

"So it'll be happily ever after for you after all?"

"We can only hope, Steven," Marc replies back as he stands from the bed, and heads to the bathroom to shower.

[mattyriddlegf]

The Stupid Closet (36) finale*

Happy finale day everyone! I cannot believe this day is here, this story has been my baby for so long and now that it's out, I'm feeling very sentimental. Thank you everyone for your continued support for this story, it means so much to me. I will more stuff coming out very soon so stay tuned!! (also, if you have any specific requests for ANY Slytherin guy, please message me!)

enjoy this for the last time <3 ALSO: reminder that the * in the title means this chapter contains explicit content!!

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You spin around, the potion still in your hand, to see Mattheo not even a foot behind you, “where have you been?”

“Not important, what’s important is that you are about to buy love potion when I’m already in love with you” He shrugs.

You decide to let the topic go as Pansy starts aweing at you, “what if I told you it was for Pansy and her date?”

“Her date?” Mattheo asks, walking up to you, your chests touching.

You look up to him, “oh by the way we’re going on a double date with Pansy and Draco” 

Mattheo doesn’t break his eye contact with you. At this point, your lips are just inches away from connecting, “congrats Pansy”

She laughs lightly as Blaise and Theo walk up, “you guys are disgusting” Blaise states, making a puking noise in the process.

Mattheo turns his head to look at Blaise, “fuck off man” he says before turning back and grabbing your chin, kissing you.

“Oh bloody hell” Draco exclaims as he joins the group, rolling his eyes.

You back away, “Hi Draco” you smirk.

He looks between you and Pansy and rolls his eyes again before you laugh again.

You realize the love potion bottle is still in your hands so you quickly put it back down on the shelf before Mattheo whispers, “glad you know better”

You turn back around, the group now paying no attention to the two of you, “But do I?” 

He smirks, “I mean…I could remind you if you want” he shrugs.

“Uh hey guys?” you speak up. The group’s attention shifts back to you as you hold Mattheo’s hand, “we’re gonna go”

“Why?” Blaise asks.

Mattheo winks at them as you rush out, grabbing his arm and pulling him behind you.

“Disgusting!” Blaise yells, the rest of the group laughing.

You and Mattheo practically run back to the castle, heading straight for his dorm. 

He pushes you up against the door after he shuts it and starts to kiss your neck, holding your hands captive above your head.

“I need you right now” you moan as he kisses your collarbone, sending a chill down your spine. 

“Patience” he coos, his hot breath lingers.

You pout as he backs away until he starts to unbuckle his belt. As you watch him hungrily, you pull your tank top over your arms and throw it to the side. He watches you as you unclip your bra behind your back before pulling it off, leaving your top half exposed.

He starts to unbutton his shirt as you pull your shorts off, the panties coming off along with them. You look at him, fully exposed. He stands just a few feet away, his shirt half unbuttoned as he places his hand over his chest, taking you in. 

“God you’re beautiful” his eyes soften, just looking at you. How did you get so lucky?

You walk up to him as he pulls his shirt off and tosses it to the floor. You wrap your arms around his neck as he wraps his arms around your back, lifting you up to him. 

“I love you” you say softly, getting lost in his eyes.

“I love you”he replies, using one of his hands to hold your chin before pulling you in and kissing you. 

As the kiss intensifies, he leads you backwards until you hit the end of the bed and fall backwards. You prop yourself up with your shoulders as he stands there, pulling his pants and boxers off. He puts a condom on, always prepared.

He climbs back on top of you, kissing your stomach and working his way up until he reaches your lips again. 

You feel him go down inside you, forcing a groan out of you as you squeeze your eyes shut. You grab onto the sheets around you as he picks up his pace just a little bit.

“Fuck” he mutters as he goes deeper inside you. 

“Holy shit” you cry out, opening your eyes and watching him.

You can tell he’s close, he falters just a little bit in his movements, “Matty I’m almost there”

“Cum for me baby” he breathes out, slowing his pace even more, agonizing you until you feel your high. You desperately grab his arm that’s propped up by you.

Only a second later do you feel him finish before he pulls outs, breathing heavily and lightly sweating.

He wipes you off with a towel before he climbs onto the bed.

“I missed you today” he coos as he leaves traces of his kiss on your collarbone, propped up on top of you.

“I missed you too...” you let out a breath, “you disappeared on me today”

“I know, I’m sorry” he breathes out, his curly hair brushing the side of your face.

“Where were you?” you ask, curious to what he was doing the whole trip to Hogsmeade. 

“It’s a surprise,” he whispers in your ear.

“You know I hate surprises” you smirk and tilt your head as you touch his cheek, forcing him to look at you.

He looks you in the eye for a second, with those very same brown doe eyes that you fell for, before he gets up and walks over to where his pants are on the floor, He picks them up and searches in the pocket for a moment before finding what he wants.

He pulls out a small jewelry box and hands it to you, “I was getting this for you.” You sit up on the bed and grab the small box from his grip.

You look down at the box before looking back up to him as he sits down on the bed, “Mattheo…”

“Open it” he motions to you.

You open the box to find a small ring, matching the one he wears. The one from the greenhouse.

“Are you serious?” you smile up at him, “Mattheo this is…” you were speechless.

“Deadly.” he grins, “I know you liked mine” he shrugs.

You take it out of the box and place it on your right ring finger as he continues, “I had this nice dinner planned and everything but you are so stubborn”

You smile lightly before looking down at the ring. Your smile fades a little bit, Mattheo instantly noticing, “hey what’s wrong?”

“Do you think we’ll make it?” you ask, “I mean like after Hogwarts. I never, ever want to lose you” 

“Woah, mi amor, you will never lose me, ok?” he pushes a strand of your hair behind your ear, “we’ve been through way too much this year to not make it”

“Yeah all because of that stupid closet” you laugh.

“It’s not so stupid anymore is it?” he smiles.

“Not at all” you smile in return.

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[yamumsyadadd]

the forgotten girl (15)

little bit of smut. This is the second last chapter x

I moaned as her hands slowly made their way up my thighs. Her mouth attacking my neck and collarbone, slowly making their way down to the collar of my shirt. 

“Can I take this off?” She stopped, looking at me. 

“Please.” It came out more as a moan than anything. 

“Holy fuck. You’re so perfect.” 

Her hands travelled to my barely covered boobs, squeezing them tightly and groaning. Slowly her lips returned to my body, one hand snaking around and undoing my bra, I let it fall off my arms and on the kitchen counter. 

Her mouth moves towards my nipples, sucking lighting on my left one and twisting the right one between her fingers. I moan loudly when she looks up at me with hooded eyes. She was so incredibly hot and I was so incredibly went. 

“Please Alexia. I need you.” It definitely sounded like a whine and it had her smiling. 

“Where Chica guapa?” The smug smile almost makes me what to slap her, but unfortunately I am too horny for that. 

“Here?” Her hands fiddle with the hem of my skirt, moving higher up her thumb breezes over my clit, “or here?” 

“Jesus Christ”

“That’s not my name bebé. Can I take these off?” I nod my head violently, her fingers hook in the waistband of my underwear, pulling them down with easy and tucking them into her pocket. 

“You’re so nice and wet for me, aren't you?" Alexia moans. 

“I am now please just touch me, please" I beg. No doubt Alexia feels pride in having me beg so much.

Alexia uses her hands and spreads my lips to get a better view, biting on her lip at the sight. She slides her thumb through the wetness and i can't stop the moan i lets out.

Alexia dropped to her knees and please a soft kiss right on my clit, before licking a broad strip all the way along.

"Oh fuck yes" i moans, throwing my head back and reaching down to tangle a hand in Alexia’s hair, pulling at it. Alexia wraps her lips around my clit and sucks hard, leaving me panting and moaning loudly. Sorry to my neighbours. 

Slowly, Alexia uses two fingers to tease my entrance. Circling around it, pressing the tips of her fingers slightly inside, but removing them just as quick as she continues to lick all over her pussy.

"Alexia please, stop teasing. I don’t know how much more begging I need to do" i whined, already starting to lose her mind at the sensations.

"Alright Amor" Alexia laughed, a smug smile all over her face again, slowly pushing her fingers in my dripping entrance, pushing all the way to her knuckles.

"That's it baby, opening up so perfectly for me" Alexia groans at the sight of my greedy pussy swallowing her very large fingers.

She gets up from her knees to pull me in a bruising kiss, biting my bottom lip and sliding her tongue in my mouth, before slowly moving the fingers inside of me.

I moan in Alexia’s mouth. The feelings almost becoming too much. Her lips move back to my jaw, fingers pumping in and out of me. 

“You’re taking me so well baby. Your pussy feels so good.” I was close, embarrassingly close. 

“Do you want to come?” 

I nod my head, my fingers squeezing her bicep no doubt leaving marks. 

“Words amor.”

“Please ale, I want to cum”

“Cum then amor. Show me how good you are.” 

And cum I did. Alexia guided me through it, helping me come down. Slowly removing her fingers from me, washing her hands and grabbing a cloth. 

“Are you okay?” She asks as she stands between my legs. 

“Better than okay. I’m promise.” I cup her face and pull her in for a kiss. It’s different this time, full of love. 

“Shower time.” 

“Only if you join.” I drag her through the apartment and into the bathroom, undressing her  and taking my skirt off. 

The night continued that way, after many rounds, we fell asleep. Holding each other. This time with the promise of staying in the morning. Now more running away. 

[sendsomekale]

Experimentation // Nick Valentine x Fem!reader

Summary: While exploring vault tech ruins you fall victim to one of the long abandoned experiments. Well kind of- you really shouldn’t have been messing with anything in a these ruins. The experiment was to make a potent aphrodisiac to be used in a vault.

Thankfully your traveling partner seems to not be effected by the experiment. So he is able to quickly figure things out thanks to helpful research terminals.

He offers to help you through it- but will things be the same after?

Warnings: NSFW, Smut with no real plot, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, sex pollen trope, dirty talk, pet names, biting, aphrodisiacs, love confessions, nick has a dick, no protection.

Word count: 2.7K

Notes at the end of fic.

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“Shit- its an aphrodisiac.”

“What? Those depraved bastards. Is there any- I don’t know- cure noted in there.” it’s getting hotter and I need to sit down. He is silent for a beat too long-

“Nickie?” the endearing nickname slips out my lips all too easily.

“It says- the fastest way to get the chemical out of your system is to have sex or to self pleasure. If you do neither the effects will last longer and become unbearable. It says that it is not deadly but is very uncomfortable-” he goes silent again continuing to read the terminal.

I cuss under my breath and let out a huff of frustration.

“I feel like I am over heating.” I mumble as I start to pry bits of my armor off into a pile. “It is safe here we checked.” I explain to myself while I remove my weapons and add my boots to the pile.

“Wait doll-” Nick says while standing up from the terminal. I try not to let the nickname go straight through me.

“You can just close me in here. I can ride it out- I think.” I say in a haze of embarrassment.

“It says that it will get out of your system faster with help. I- I can help.” he sounds unsure. He is hardly ever unsure. I cannot make him do this.

“You do not need to make yourself do that Nick. Besides I did this to myself.” I say while vaguely gesturing with my hands.

“What makes you think I would have to make myself do it.” he is getting closer and more confident.

“Cause- I don’t know,” my brain goes blank as the smell of him hits my nose. “You don’t like me like that.”

“Surely my detective in training could gather that is not true.” he says just out of arms reach. I tuck my arms behind my back resisting the urge to grab his tie and pull him close.

“You’re interested in me?” I am shell shocked. He keeps a respectful distance still.

“We can discuss that when your brain isn’t full of aphrodisiacs. May I help you?” he asks calmly like it isn’t the craziest thing ever. Still ever the gentleman.

“Please-” it comes out so easy. He steps closer and grabs my chin with his intact hand.

“Are you sure?” he asks. His eyes are analyzing me, I could probably hear the gears turning in his head if my heart wasn’t so loud. He’s looking for consent.

“Yes.” I whisper. As soon as it leave my lips he is on my. He kisses me gently while his metallic hand pulls me closer to him.

I hold my breath as not to openly moan into his mouth but god does he feel good. His lips are warmer and softer than imagined. My hands shoot out to grab a hold of his hips to feel more of him. I pull him against me in flash and earn a gentle hum from him. This makes me break and let out an embarrassingly loud whimper. But that is all forgotten as soon as I feel his tongue slid against my lips. I open my mouth and let my tongue move against his- but he simply continues to tease my lips with his tongue.

I run a hand up his back until I met the back of his head- knocking his hat off in the process. I greedily push him to kiss me more deeply and he obliges with a smirk on his lips.

His intact hand meets my hip as he begins to back me up, I do not realize what he is doing until the back of my legs meet the bed.

I instantly collapse but he is there to carefully set me down on the mattress bellow.

As he kneels on the bed over me, he pulls away for a moment. As I am about to plead out for him any sound stops in my throat. I am entranced as his hands carefully work his tie off while watching me pant bellow him. His golden eyes taking everything in. From my blushed cheeks to by swollen lips.

He slips the tie off and tosses towards what I assume is the pile of armor somewhere. As he begins to undo his buttons I cant stop my thoughts from coming out,

“God your hands are so hot, you’re hot.” I say agape.

He smirks at this and tells me, “get further up the bed sweet heart.”

I quickly do as he says and once he finishes with his buttons he is back to it. His intact hand finds my waist and gently caresses my sides as his mouth finds my neck for the first time- his other hand supports him and cages me in.

I cuss and whimper as I feel his tongue dart out to kiss and taste for my sweet spots. My hands go to his back and try to push his shirt off his shoulders but he isn’t budging from his position on my neck.

He begins to gently touch under my shirt and I take that as a hint to take it off. I gently shimmy it off only stopping when Nick gently bites the spot he has been working at.

“Eager are we?” he says near my ear. At this point my brain is incomprehensible.

“Fuck yes.” I breathlessly tell him.

“Ok ok.” he says as he releases me and leans back on his haunches. Somehow I instantly regret needing to get undressed and my hands clutch his thighs in a flash.

“I’m not going anywhere doll.” he reassures me as he helps me take my shirt off between gentle caresses of my exposed skin.

My body all but vibrates at any touch he graces me with- the drug making everything turned up to 100. My body is tuned to Nick himself- from his touch to his voice. And he is playing me like an instrument before even getting to the “good” part.

He reaches for my belt/holster and I let out a loud gasp- he stops like he burnt me,

“Not yet?” he asks me gently.

“Please- just vocal. Sorry-” I explain with my remaining brain cells.

“No reason to be sorry- you sound beautiful.” he says with a smile while skillfully undoing my belt and tossing it to the side. I am usually entranced by anything he does but it’s hard to be subtle in a situation like this.

He bends down to plant kisses on my stomach and hips as he hooks his fingers into my pants loops and tugs. I bite my lip to keep any sounds from escaping while I lift my hips to help him- he catches onto it and tsks.

“No point in being quite. Just relax.” he says completely pulling my pants off and tossing then to the side. He is acting like any thing he says doesn’t melt my brain and turns me into a puddle.

As I was about to say something to verify I heard him he starts kissing his way down my stomach closer to where I need him and the words stop in my throat. It comes out as a moan and I can feel a gentle huff of air come from him- did he just laugh? God he’s enjoying this- any thoughts leave me as I feel him move to my thigh and lick. I am not sure what noises I am making anymore- I just let it all go for him.

He leaves a trail of kisses and wet spots until he just barely makes it to my core. Instead of stopping to remove my underwear he simply pushes them to the side.

I have to stop myself from squirming away as I feel his simulated breath hit me but my legs try to come together against my will.

“Don’t hide from me dear.” he says prying my legs back open with both hands. I whimper at the combination of one hand being warm and the other being cold. He begins to rub soothing circles with one hand while he lowers himself to get a taste.

He looks so good like this, looking up at me from his position, his glowing eyes taking in my state from between my legs. Could get use to this- I am delirious.

As he slowly licks a broad strip across my slit he has to double down and hold my legs more roughly to keep me still. A moan rips from me and I am panting as he repeats the motion again and again- going from my lips to my clit every time. He hones in on my clit and carefully draws circles around it before beginning to suck. It’s all too much and not enough.

I gasp and hold my breath when I feel one of his fingers gently tease at my entrance, he doesn’t delve deeper and stops his ministrations for a moment. Fuck when did his hands move?

He pulls his lips off me a little and before I could plead for him to continue he tells me, “Breath.” I’d do anything he tells me to in this state. I shakily breathe and try to let the tension leave my body. I hear him hum in approval before he’s back on me- memorizing the way I taste and sound. I lace my fingers with his hand that is still on my thigh.

As he teases my clit he slowly slides his finger into me- I keen and let my head drop to the mattress. Watching him do this is too much for my brain right now. He quickly finds the sweet spot and continues to hit it at just the right pace. I roughly clench his hand that is on my thigh- openly moaning for him.

“That’s it- sing for me.” he praises between kisses to my clit. It only takes a few more stokes and licks before I am coming, saying his name and pleading with him. He slows his movements to bring me down gently and before he pulls away he leaves a soft kiss to my clit.

“Good girl.” he says while carefully climbing back on top of me. I am losing my mind and he can’t shut up- I love it.

“Nick- please.” I whine.

“More? Getting greedy are we?”

“It’s the drug- and you. Always you.” I over explain in my delirium. My brain took him too seriously about the not being quite thing.

“I know- I know dear.” he says while he finally slides the shirt of his shoulders. My hands are instantly on him again feeling out the fake skin and looking for a spot that drives him crazy.

Before I could find it he grabs my wrists and hold them above head gently with the metal hand. I whimper in protests but he silences me with a kiss.

“This isn’t about me. Just let me take care of you.” he says between kisses.

Next thing I know he is pulling away from me and moving off the bed- he lets my hands go last and I immediately sit up to watch his movements. I have half the brain to slip my underwear off while ogling the man before me.

He skillfully undoes his belt and pulls it off in one quick movement and is throwing it to the side with one hand. The other already is undoing his pants and as soon as the other hand is available again he’s pulling everything off swiftly.

I am not the only one who is eager it seems- I would voice that but he has stunned me into silence. I assumed he didn’t have such assets but there stands a whole dick- I am losing my mind again.

Thankfully I don’t get the chance to think much more before he is approaching me again. I’m burning up before he even touches me.

“I want you- need you.” I tell him urgently while reaching out for him.

“I know doll.” he says- always quick and smooth with his words. He leads me to lay back on the bed with a kiss, my hands find his sides and grip him like he is going to disappear. I can feel heat emanating from his body, he is overheating too it seems.

He leans back on his knees to watch what he is doing as he slots his hips against my,

“We will take this slow okay?” he tells me and I hum in confirmation- I am too far gone to articulate myself.

He gently rolls his hips gathering my slick on his dick before he rubs it against my clit. I have to stop myself from hiding my face after the moan that he got me to make. He lets a huff of air out at my sounds and the feeling. His calculating eyes are taking in every response I give him and I love it.

He leans down to kiss my neck again, supporting himself on his elbows. I love the feeling of his body caging me in and covering me likes this, the weight is comforting and so hot. He is being so gentle and good to me.

As he moves his hips against my again I can hear him let out a soft moan near my ear. Perfect- he is talkative and vocal.

“Nick- you’re so good to me- please.” I spout out between each roll of his hips against my core. He is not even in me yet and I want to come.

“Fuck.” he says biting my neck, he must be holding back.

“More please Nick- I’m ready- please.” I plead to him. And of course he obliges me- so good.

As he eases into me he touches my sides soothingly with his good hand- he takes me so slow and gentle.

“So good for me- take such good care of me- love you- more please Nick.” I just say anything I think at this point. He whimpers at my words. He will be the death of me.

As he bottoms out he whispers my name- he is clenching my hip with his good hand. I wiggle my hips trying to get him to move but he stills me- I feel his teeth graze my neck in warning.

After a beat he finally moves. He carefully and calculatingly thrusts into me- each movement makes me moan for him.

I run my hands up his back and gently scratch down his back- that earns a moan from him and a rougher thrust. I’m so close already.

He finally lets himself get more carried away- his thrusts becoming more sloppy. He is whimpering and saying my name, pleading with me.

“Y/N- please.” he whispers to me. And that is all it takes before I am coming for him again. My moan comes out as nearly a scream and I squirm underneath him. The weight and strength of his form doesn’t allow me to get far.

He lets out a strained moan as he quickly follows me. He continues to gently thrust into me- brings us back down from our highs.

He carefully rests some of his weight against me- chest to chest just breathing together. After leaving a quick kiss to my neck he gently rolls off me and less than gracefully flops on his back onto the bed next to me.

I am suddenly so very tired and I let out a yawn and stretch. As I am resting my eyes for a moment I feel Nick pull me against him- back to his chest.

He kisses the back of my head lets out a content sigh.

“I love you too.” he says while he snuggles me. Oh shit- I said too much.

“Sorry I told you this way- I…” I start but before I can continue I feel him gently bite my shoulder. Okay oral fixation.

“Enough of that. I am just happy to hear you feel the same doll. Don’t over think it. Now rest up for me.” he tells me, he lays a kiss where he bit me and relaxes.

I don’t need to be told twice. I quickly fall asleep to the sound of Nick’s fans whirring away to cool him off.

~~~

Notes: VERY ROUGH DRAFT! Wanted to get my thoughts out there- is this worth touching up? Should I add a preamble of them adventuring through the ruins? Should I add more sex? Should I be more detailed? I don’t know- I have not written in years send help. Almost wanted to do this gender neutral but perhaps next time- or I can write a copy of this one follow neutral terms if that interests someone.

[mariatesstruther]

thinking about william bell’s “i forgot to be your lover” and joeltess. joel never getting to really tell tess how much he loved her. tess loving him with her entirety while somehow never asking too much of him. how the only way he could make it up to her was to honor her wish to take care of ellie. was he thinking of tess, too, when he decided to save ellie in the hospital?

[fairy-angel222]

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐯! 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

He’s been stealing your panties since the week he met you. Collecting them in different pretty colors and fabrics. Using them to jerk off every night with the groan of your name. Stuffing them under his nose or using them to stroke his cock, either way had him cumming to the thought of you all the same.

He takes your stuff and holds them over your head. Watching your tits bounce as you whined and struggled to reach. Smirking widely as he teased, “if you want it back so bad then kiss me.” Blood rushing to his cock when you actually get on your tip toes to kiss him shortly, forcing your lips to stay on his when you try to pull away.

Who pretends to be asleep until he hears your soft moans at one in the morning. Quietly cracking open your door to watch you touch yourself, his hard cock already in hand as you moaned and mewled so fucking prettily. Stroking at the pace of your desperately working fingers till you two orgasm at the same time.

Who ‘accidentally’ sends you a video of him lazily jerking off on his bed, his lip in between his teeth and his other hand behind his head as he looks directly into the camera. The message coming through followed by a small “oops, sorry sweetheart, wrong person”

Who starts getting bolder and bolder even after you suspect him of being the reason for your missing underwear. Leaving slight yet noticeable touches to your ass and boobs whenever he had the chance. Always laughing it off and joking about how soft you were and about how perfectly your tits fit in his hand.

Who calls you up to his room when he’s about to cum, his lips parting in heavy breaths as you walked in clad in your short pajama set. Your eyes widening as he fisted his length, eyes meeting yours with a loud groan as he spilled onto his hand. “Shit, can you grab me that box of tissue?” Letting out heavy breaths with a dark grin.

Who starts walking around the house with nothing but low hanging sweats to get you flustered. Brushing up against you or wrapping his toned arms around your body. His rock like abs against your back as he whispered into your ear. “Well these shorts are shorter than usual.” Loving the way your face heated up for him.

Who starts to make you sit in his lap for everything. Saying that you weren’t allowed to watch tv unless you did it from his lap. Or that you couldn’t seat at the table to eat breakfast unless it was again, on his lap.

Who suddenly wants to spend all his time with you so that you couldn’t go out as often. He wanted you, and would make you his at some point.

Who finally sinks his cock into your tight pussy after teasing you subtly all day. “Waited so long for this.” He grunted, his thumb running over your bottom lip which was swollen from all his rough kissing. “Feels even better than i expected.”

You cried out loudly, small whimpers falling past your parted lips as his hold on your legs tightened. Holding them in place over his shoulders as he fucked into you harshly. Thick cot brushing against your g spot as it hammered deep.

“That’s it, just take it baby. Please mama? Take it f’me yeah?” He breathed, his head in your neck as he licked and sucked dark marks onto your skin. Snapping his hips into yours in oute need, not being able to get enough of the moment that he dreamed for so long about.

“Does that feel good baby?” Watching as you nodded with a teary cry, your eyes fluttering shut as your back arched off his sheets.

“Look at me.” he groaned, your eyes peeling open to meet his as you both filled the room with your noises. “Wanna fill you up so bad, pussy’s so fucking perfect.”

“S-satoruu— nngh,”

“Oh fuck baby, let me hear my name again.” He breathed, hand snaking lightly around your neck. Your choked moans and babbles getting louder as your stomach tightened. Gojo never slowing his pace as he fucked you dumb.

“Haah, Sat-oruu, ahh,” you mewled, your pussy tightening as your body began to tremble. Gripping onto the sheets at your side at the orgasmic build up.

“Can feel you getting close, squeezing me so tight,” Gojo grunted, lewd squelching sounds filling your ears each time his cock bullied its way deep. “I’ve got you baby, cum f’me.” His hand squeezed down on your throat, your wet eyes meeting piercing blue ones with a chant of his name. His cock twitching inside you as your pussy messily thanked his cock.

“O-oh fuck- ‘m never letting you go you know that? Wanted you for way too long.” His eyes fixed on yours as you shook your head.

You felt so good, and he found him self unable to come to a stop even as he got close.

“S-satoru—”

“C-can’t baby, feels so good, shit— gotta cum in you.” Pressing his lips onto yours to muffle your whines as he gave his final sloppy thrusts. His hips flush against yours as he buried himself deep inside you with a moan. His eyes rolling back as he spilled into you, pumping ropes after ropes of the sticky substance onto your walls.

Gojo pulled away with a satisfied breath, swiping his tongue across his lips with an unapologetic smile at the look on your face. “Sorry princess.”

[sceletaflores]

SINK IN ME WITH YOUR DOG TEETH!

ೃ⁀➷ pair: logan howlett x fem!reader

ೃ⁀➷ wc: 7.0k

ೃ⁀➷ contains: 18+ SMUT MDNI, swearing, established relationship, feral nasty unhinged logan yes god, logan only slightly losing his humanity but like it’s a lot less sad than it sounds, maybe some toxic relationship dynamics but who cares it’s porn, predator/prey dynamics, p in v, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, HEAVY scent kink (like don’t make me say it…but beware of some very subtle armpit stuff), pain kink, biting is just another form of sexual penetration guys, blood, so much come and come talk, creampie, squirting, this is just gross, porn w/o plot, no use of y/n.

ೃ⁀➷ nat's note: hi…hi y’all…so here’s the winner of the poll and i need everyone to just hear me out for a second! walk with me! this is probably the most unhinged thing i’ve ever written, like omg those tags. this upsetting depravity was inspired by this post by @stupidfuckingwindow and this post by @monimccoythings which both altered the chemical balances of my brain so fiercely i blacked out for a while and when i came to this was in front of me. merry christmas and happy holidays! take this not at all christmas themed fic as my present to you my precious angels. kisses!

dividers by lovely @saradika-graphics!

you notice a strange shift in logan...

There’s something off with Logan.

The changes were subtle, but you’ve been with him long enough now to pick up on them. And while he's always had a raw, untamed edge to him, a sort of wildness simmering just beneath the surface, this feels different.

It started with the way he would go quiet for longer than usual, like his mind was too far away for you to reach—lost to somewhere distant.

Logan has always been quiet, but this was a different kind of silence. Conversations that used to flow with ease now hang in the air, unfinished. All of his responses reduced to nothing but low grunts and clipped words.

And he was more territorial over you, so much more.

His hand has started to linger at the small of your back or the curve of your waist for a lot longer when you’re in public, his strong grip firm enough to remind you—and anyone nearby—that you’re his.

He would fume at even the slightest hint of someone else's interest in you, a low warning growl escaping his throat to anyone who spared you a second glance.

It wasn’t just the physical closeness, though. It was also in the way Logan has started to watch you—his sharp gaze a never ending constant. An all imposing, heavily looming shadow.

There were even times late at night when you thought he was asleep, that you’d find him staring at you in the dark.

Not the usual, protective gaze he’d have when he thought you were vulnerable, but something deeper, more intense. His breathing would be slow, measured, but there was this energy, this tension that hummed between the two of you.

The nights he did manage to sleep, he’d hold you close to him, his grip iron-tight, his face buried in your hair. If you tried to shift away, even for a second, he’d stir, his arms pulling you back with a quiet, possessive growl that sent a shiver down your spine.

There were bite marks on your neck when you'd wake up, small enough to pass off as nothing—at least, that’s what you tried to tell yourself, but each one felt like a brand. They were deeper, more deliberate.

Then there was the scent—his scent.

You swear it’s gotten stronger, more potent. It clings to you like a second skin, lingering in your clothes, your sheets, even your hair. An intoxicating blend of leather and pine and musk that makes your head spin.

Each time you left the house without him, he’d pin you to the mattress and rub himself all over you before begrudgingly let you walk out the door. His hands or his face running along the delicate skin of your neck, of your stomach, of your wrists.

Everywhere.

He was claiming you in ways—new ways—that left you both exhilarated and confused.

There were other things too, smaller but no less odd things that were starting to add up.

More and more of your clothes have slowly started to go missing over the past few weeks. Each morning when you open any of your dresser drawers, it seems like there are less and less filling them.

Shirts, shorts, socks, bras, panties. All things you’ve found shoved under his side of the mattress or tucked under his pillow. The most memorable hiding place was the front pocket of his leather jacket, your favorite pair of panties haphazardly stuffed inside.

You haven’t said anything about it yet, unsure if you should be concerned or amused.

It isn’t like he’s truly hurting anyone.

He’s just acting…strange.

A part of you can’t help but be drawn to it—the new intensity, the new rawness. There was something undeniably magnetic about the way he clings to you, like you're his anchor in a world constantly shifting beneath his feet.

You’ve seen Logan at his worst—bloody, broken, and lost. But this? It’s never been like this before.

Whatever it is, it has its claws in him deep, and by extension, you.

You just got home from a run, barely walking through the door and kicking your shoes off when a call of your name rings out from the bedroom.

Logan’s tone stops you in your tracks—low and rough, like gravel crunching underfoot.

Your reaction is nearly instant, breath hitching in your chest, heart skipping a beat as a warmth that has nothing to do with the temperature outside starts to pulse through you steadily.

It’s like you’ve become reprogrammed to respond to him this way, your body reacting before your mind can even catch up as his deep, familiar voice rolls over the sweaty expanse of your skin.

You drop your bag at your feet and slowly make your way to the bedroom, a bead of sweat trailing down your temple as you push the door open.

All the curtains are closed, the only light in the room a yellow glow that shines from your bedside lamp. 

Logan is sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his palms, but there’s nothing casual about his posture.

His gaze is locked on you, dark and intense, tracking every step you take, like a lion stalking a gazelle as it drinks from a watering hole.

“Didn’t tell me where you were going.” His eyes gleam as the lamp’s rays reflect off of them, his pupils dilated so he can see you better in the darkness that shrouds your room.

You swallow hard, trying to be as nonchalant as you can as your feet carry you to your dresser. “I went for a run,” you reply, your voice a little too steady, a little too casual.

You tug open the top drawer, rifling around for a clean shirt with a little more focus than necessary to distract yourself from the way his eyes burn a hole into your back.

“You didn’t tell me,” Logan repeats, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that sends a shiver down your spine. “You know I don’t like it when I don’t know where my girl is.”

There’s a sharp edge to his words, but it’s not anger—it’s something far more primal.

The energy in the room crackles like a storm about to break, and you feel it in your bones, in the way your skin prickles under his gaze.

"I was only gone for an hour," you say, your voice measured, careful. "You were still asleep when I left, I didn’t want to wake you." 

You chance a glance over your shoulder, and the sight of him steals the air from your lungs.

Logan hasn’t moved an inch from his perch on the edge of the bed, but the sheer force of his presence keeps you rooted in place, heart hammering in your chest.

“Hmm, that’s real sweet, baby,” he drawls, sitting up straighter now, leaning forward.

The motion makes him seem larger somehow, shoulders broad and imposing in the dim light. His tongue drags slowly across his bottom lip, and the way his gaze rakes over you feels like a physical touch, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

Your fingers still in the drawer, fabric slipping from your grasp as your pulse pounds in your ears. You can’t bring yourself to look away from him, caught in the snare of his sharp, predatory focus.

You turn slowly, arms falling to hang limply at your sides. "I wasn't gone long."

Logan tilts his head, a low, amused sound rumbling in his chest as he rises to his feet with a fluid, deliberate ease that makes your stomach flip.

“Didn’t feel that way to me, darlin’.” His voice is a deep, gravelly purr. It sends a shiver down your spine. “Felt like forever.”

His eyes never leave yours as he crosses the room, the green completely swallowed by the dark black of his pupils as they seep into the color like oil spilling out over the surface of a lake.

You’ve never seen him like this before, so hungry.

"Logan," you say slowly, back pressed tightly against your dresser. "You're really starting to freak me out." 

Logan hums idly, head cocked to the side as he watches you. "I can hear your heartbeat." 

His tone is calmer now, but there’s still a dangerous edge to it, like a knife pressed just lightly enough against the skin not to break it.

Your pulse races, heat simmering in your stomach despite the slight edge of fear clawing its way through your chest.

He stops in front of you, so close that his scent invades your senses strong enough to make your knees feel like they’re about to buckle beneath you.

“There’s nothin’ to be scared of baby,” he mutters quietly, thick arms coming up to cage you against the dresser. 

Your hold on the wood tightens, your knuckles turning white with the strength of your grip.

It’s almost chemical, the way you can feel your body start to give in to him. The thought fills you with as much arousal as it does unease, a heady combination that churns in your stomach.

You muster up enough will to breathlessly nod in agreement, a quiet submission.

Logan’s lips quirk into the faintest smirk, his heavy gaze dipping to the curve of your neck, lingering on the rapid flutter of your pulse. “That’s my good girl.”

Any words you might say get caught in your throat as you stare up at Logan, wide eyed and steadily leaking wetness into the gusset of your panties. 

His nostrils flare, and a knowing sound rumbles from somewhere dark and low in his chest as his eyes flutter shut on a deep inhale.

Your thighs clench together instinctively, the overwhelming need to be filled wracking through your body like thunder.

When Logan opens his eyes again, there’s no trace of anything but pure animal need. The muscles in his jaw working furiously under his skin in time with the strain of his forearms still caging you in place.

“Yeah…” he trails off slowly, tone both condescending and soothing all at once. “I know you’re not all that scared, honey.”

He leans in, tearing a small whimper from your throat at the way his beard scrapes against your cheek as he crowds you.

His breath fans over the shell of your ear, hot and enticing as they brush against your skin when he speaks again. “I can smell how fuckin’ wet you are.”

Logan’s words send a sharp jolt through you, a broken moan falling from your parted lips as your cheeks heat up so fiercely it’s as if you’ve been slapped.

Your body moves without thinking, pressing up into his hard, unyielding frame like you can’t help it—and maybe you can’t.

“L–Logan…” Your voice trembles, a weak thing that dissolves in your throat as he noses along the skin of your neck.

His hands come down to rest on your waist, palms rough and possessive and warm and a perfect fit where they lay over your curves, anchoring you in place.

“Shhh.” His lips trail down your jaw, leaving wet kisses in their wake. “You don’t gotta say a thing, princess. I know what you need.”

Logan’s hands slip lower, cupping the backs of your thighs with ease before hoisting you onto the dresser like you weigh nothing. The sharp edge of the wood digs into your legs, but you can’t find it in yourself to care about the discomfort.

Your hands go to his shoulders without much of a second thought, nails digging into corded muscle as you try to keep your balance. 

Logan’s hands stay on your thighs, his grip strong enough for you to feel the power behind them without hurting you.

He noses along your sweaty skin like a hot-tempered hound, desperately inhaling greedy lungfuls of your scent wherever he can get it.

Behind your ear, in the crook of your neck, along your collarbone, the exposed swell of your breasts, dangerously close to your underarm.

He groans against your shoulder, a full body shiver jolting his frame. “Smell so fuckin’ good darlin’, drives me goddamn crazy.”

You can’t form a coherent thought, let alone a response. His mouth finally finds yours, claiming you with a ferocity that steals your breath.

Logan's tongue slides against yours, a messy, desperate kiss that has you moaning into his mouth, your fingers tangling in his hair to pull him closer.

It’s filthy, fueled by nothing but raw need and desperation. Spit drips from your chin to trail down the length of your throat until it gathers in the valley of your breasts. Whether it’s his or yours, it doesn’t matter.

It’s a perfect mix of the both of you, lewd and messy in the way it claims your skin.

Logan breaks the kiss with a low moan, his chest heaving the same as yours as you both inhale harsh lungfuls of air.

His lips are red and raw, swollen in a way that your own must mirror. A string of saliva keeps you connected, drooping thinner and thinner in the space between you until it breaks under the weight of gravity.

Logan doesn’t give you long to catch your breath. His lips trail down your jaw and latch onto the sensitive spot just below your ear, teeth scraping against skin before he sucks hard enough to leave a mark. 

Your head falls back against the wall as his mouth moves lower, dragging the strap of your sports bra down with his teeth.

The way he’s acting—like a man crazed, like he needs you more than he needs air—has you dizzy with need. But there's a part of you that’s still trying to hold onto some semblance of control, to hold onto something familiar in the chaos.

It’s only then that you realize this may be a bad idea. 

Whatever this is, is clearly an accumulation of all the things you’ve noticed over the last couple of weeks.

Maybe indulging Logan will only make things worse, like giving in to him when he’s in such a state could be the tipping point to a much deeper and all consuming issue buried somewhere inside of him.

It can’t possibly be healthy for him to act like this, and it can’t be healthy for you to bask in it as much as you are.

“W–wait.” Your thighs slip shut, hands coming up to push at Logan’s shoulders weakly.

There’s no real force behind your ministrations and you keep your neck bared to him all the while, but he stops anyway, rearing back with a displeased noise. 

His face hovers inches from yours, and for a moment, you swear he looks almost pained—his brows furrowing, jaw tightening as though reigning himself in is a Herculean effort.

His hands remain on your thighs, trembling slightly as he keeps himself rooted in place, clearly fighting every instinct roaring through him to just take what he wants.

“You don’t want me to stop, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice low and gravelly, a stark contrast to the restraint in his expression. His thumbs stroke idly against your skin, his touch soothing even as his words drip with pure, feral confidence. “I can smell the way your pussy’s achin’ for it. I can feel it. You’re shakin’ for me.”

You are—your whole body feels like it’s on the verge of unraveling under his touch, your resolve crumbling faster than you’d like to admit.

Everything you were going to say gets clogged in your brain on the way out, leaving you silent as you hold his gaze.

You don’t even have the capability to feel embarrassed at the way you blanch, lost in the way his scent attacks your senses, in the rough drag of his palms over your bare thighs, in the way your lips still tingle from his kiss.

Logan sighs, long and all suffering as his hands come to rest on both of your shut knees. The impatient raise of his brow paired with the dissatisfied curl of his lips is enough to shake you to the core.

“Now, you gonna show it to me?” His fingers drum along your knee, his patience thinning. “Or am I gonna have to make you.”

And it may sound like one, but you know it’s not a question. 

It’s a choice.

Your mind races, hands clenching and unclenching on Logan’s shoulders as you weigh your options. His own hands squeeze your knees, just hard enough to let you feel it in your bones.

You spread your legs.

Logan doesn’t waste a second, dropping to his knees in front of you with a satisfied rumble and a predatory gleam in his eyes. His hands grip your thighs, pushing them even wider. Wide enough to make you feel exposed, vulnerable in the best way. 

Your head dips, chin falling to your chest as you watch the way Logan takes up the space between your legs. Your shorts are soaked, fabric so drenched that it’s melded to the shape of your cunt, your puffy folds on display for his greedy eyes.

“Fuck,” Logan breathes, his voice cracking like a whip in the quiet room. His hands find your waistband, and the dull sound of fabric ripping rings out.

The sturdy cotton tears like tissue paper in his hands, the scraps of your shorts falling carelessly to the floor, leaving you in nothing but the light blue panties you slipped on before your run. 

The way he gazes at the space between your thighs is feral, unrestrained, like he’s a man starving for his next meal—and you’re it.

“Look at that…” Logan mutters, almost to himself as he runs his knuckle along the wet cotton of your panties. His touch is featherlight, barely any pressure at all, but it’s enough.

Your breath hitches, a sharp intake of air at the teasing touch, and your hips instinctively cant forward, silently begging for more. 

Logan's eyes flick up to yours, a dark smirk curling his lips like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you—and how much you're already falling apart.

“Eager fuckin’ thing,” he drawls, voice rough with arousal. He leans forward, his hot breath ghosting over your soaked panties, sending a shiver racing down your spine. “You want me to give your pussy some kisses, baby?”

You open your mouth to respond, but the words never make it out. Logan’s lips press against the damp fabric, placing a kiss right over where your covered clit throbs with need.

Your head falls back to rest on the wall behind you, a shocked moan bursting from your lips.

“Logan.” His name is pulled from your mouth like a plea, but he doesn’t let up, the sharp edge of his teeth scraping over the sensitive bundle of nerves hidden beneath the soaked barrier of your underwear.

“Hmm?” He hums against you, the vibration sending shockwaves through your core. “Thought you wanted me to stop?”

The taunt is maddening, the rasp of his voice and the teasing flicks of his tongue combining to unravel you piece by piece. 

You shake your head furiously, thighs trembling where they rest on his broad shoulders. “N-no—don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

Logan chuckles darkly, his hands sliding up your thighs to hook his fingers into the thin waistband of your panties. 

“That’s more like it,” he taunts. With a single, sharp tug, the ruined fabric joins the scraps of your shorts on the floor.

Logan groans at the sight of your bare cunt, slick with your juices and flushed with arousal. His mouth waters, his tongue running along the sharp points of his canines in anticipation.

You’re already so ready for him.

“You smell so fuckin’ good,” he growls, leaning in to drag his nose along the slick seam of your folds. The deep inhale he takes is obscene, sending a ripple of anticipation through your entire body. “Know that you taste even better.”

Logan licks a broad stripe through your folds, groaning like the taste of you is enough to satisfy him completely. His hands grip your thighs tighter, keeping you spread and utterly at his mercy as he begins to work in earnest.

He alternates between laving the tip of his tongue over your clit and dipping down to fuck into you, his beard scraping along the skin of your thighs in a way that’s almost too much. Your head falls back, hitting the wall with a soft thud as your vision blurs.

“God, Logan.” You squirm on the vanity, but he holds you steady, growling low and deep into your core like your moaning only spurs him on.

“That’s it,” he mutters between licks, his words unmistakably smug. “Make those pretty little sounds for me, baby.”

Logan circles your clit with the flat of his tongue, alternating between firm, deliberate strokes and light, teasing flicks that leave you gasping for air.

You cry out, fingers tangling in his thick, unruly hair as he repeats the motions, your thighs starting to tremble on either side of his head.

Every time your hips buck against him, he growls, the vibrations of it sinking into your skin and amplifying the pleasure coursing through your veins.

“Stay still,” he orders, his voice muffled against your dripping core but no less commanding. His hands tighten on your thighs, holding you in place with an unrelenting grip. “You’re not in charge, sweetheart.”

You whimper, your whole body trembling as you fight the urge to grind against his face. But it’s impossible to stay still when he’s licking into you like a man possessed, his mouth working you over with an intensity that has your vision going hazy.

“I know, you're just so damn needy, aren’t you, baby?” He drawls , pulling back just enough to speak, his lips glistening with your arousal. “You love this, hmm? Lettin’ me take care of you?”

You can only nod, words failing you as his fingers replace his mouth, sliding through your spit soaked cunt.

“You’re so goddamn pretty down here.” Logan mutters, almost to himself, spreading your puffy, abused folds obscenely wide. 

He teases your entrance, fingertips dipping into your warm heat only to retract a second later. You whine, high and embarrassing as your hips twitch with want.

Logan watches your face closely, his expression equal parts smug and adoring as he finally sinks one thick finger inside you, curling it just right.

“Fuck,” you breathe, your head lolling back he adds a second finger, stretching you in a way that has your toes curling. He pumps them slowly at first, each deliberate thrust sending waves of pleasure radiating through your body.

“Takin’ me so well,” Logan murmurs, his thumb brushes over your clit, drawing tight circles that make your thighs tremble. “So tight and wet for me. You’re makin’ me crazy, darlin’.”

Your moans grow louder, unrestrained, as he picks up the pace, his fingers plunging into you with a rhythm that has your skin burning hotter and hotter.

Logan’s mouth returns to you with renewed fervor, tongue and lips working in perfect tandem as he drags you closer to the edge. 

He shakes his head back and forth like an animal, his nose rubbing up against your clit deliciously as buries his tongue as deep in your cunt as it’ll go. The coarse hair of his beard scratches the sensitive skin of your inner thighs red and raw.

You can’t think, can’t breathe, your entire world narrowing down to the feel of his mouth on you. 

“Logan—” Your voice cracks, your head falling back against the wall as the spring of pleasure inside you winds tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment. “I’m—fuck—I’m so close—”

“Good,” he growls, pumping his fingers in time with the flicks of his tongue. “I can feel you squeezin’ me. I want you to come for me, baby. Wanna taste every fuckin’ drop.”

You’re powerless to resist.

You cry out, thighs clamping shut on either side of his head as you come on his tongue. Your body shakes so violently you knock a few things off the vanity, the distant sound of glass shattering hardly registers. 

Logan growls, low and dragged from the back of his throat in such a way that makes it reverberate in the space between your legs. His own arms come up, grip strong and encouraging as he forces your legs around his head even tighter than before.

He doesn’t stop, doesn’t let up, licking and sucking and pumping his fingers to drag you through the aftershocks like a man obsessed. 

When you finally come back to yourself, panting and trembling, Logan’s holding your shaking thighs apart, his mouth still pressed to you in soft, languid strokes.

“Fuckin’ perfect,” he mutters, voice rough and gravelly as he presses a final kiss to your oversensitive clit. 

Logan’s hands slide up to your hips, gripping tight as he rises to his feet, towering over you with that same dark, predatory gleam in his eyes. 

His lips are even redder than before, swollen and slick with your juices. His beard is damp and shining in the low light, and the smug, satisfied smirk on his face sends another pulse of heat through your already spent body.

“Good girl,” he purrs, not even bothering to wipe his mouth before leaning in to capture your lips in a kiss that’s all heat and possession. 

You can taste yourself on his tongue, the salt and musk mingling with the raw hunger. It’s filthy and intoxicating, and it leaves you gasping for air when he finally pulls away.

But Logan’s far from finished.

His hands slide under your ass, lifting you off the dresser with ease. Your legs wrap around his waist instinctively as he carries you to the bed and tosses you on it with little preamble.

Your back hits the mattress hard enough to have you bouncing on it once, twice, three times before Logan is crawling up to blanket your body with his. 

The heavy weight of his metal laced bones sink you into the soft plushness, keeping you stuck beneath him with nowhere to go.

Which you know is exactly where he wants you.

He slots his hips between yours, dragging the straining jut of his cock along your sensitive cunt. You can feel the warmth of him even through the thick material of his sweats, a scalding plane of heat that makes your cunt ache with need. 

You can feel the damp patch where his clothed tip nudges against your clit, and you know from that alone he’s already soaked through the cotton with pre-come. His cock leaking like a faucet in the harsh confines of his bottoms while he ate you out.

“Feel that?” Logan asks, voice hoarse as he buries his head in your neck. “That’s all ‘cause of you, baby. Got me drippin’ like I busted a damn pipe.”

The sharp intake of air you suck in at his words does nearly nothing to help your breathlessness, your desperation bleeding through as your frantic hands push at the waistband of his bottoms. “Off. Off.”

Logan huffs a rough laugh against your neck, his warm breath skating across your skin as his lips ghost over your pulse. “So fuckin’ bossy.”

He doesn’t move to help you, not right away, savoring the way your hands fumble and tug, your frustration bubbling over in breathy little gasps.

“You want it that bad, huh?” he teases, the rough timbre of his voice a stark contrast to the gentleness of his lips pressing along your jaw. “Look at you, so damn needy. Can’t even wait for me to get my cock out.”

You only tug harder, patience nonexistent as your fingers curl into the waistband. “Please, Logan. Don’t tease.”

“Alright, alright.” Logan finally gives in, sitting back just enough to push them over his hips, freeing his cock.

It springs free, slapping against his stomach heavy and slick with pre-come, the ruddy tip glistening in the low light.

The sight alone has you clenching around nothing, a devastatingly desperate noise falls from your lips as the ache between your thighs builds to an almost unbearable throb.

He makes quick work of ripping his shirt over his head, carelessly tossing it behind him before he’s back on you.

This time, when he bullies his hips in between yours, there's nothing separating you.

You feel every inch of his cock as it grinds along the seam of your cunt. The velvety skin is almost scalding as it drags against your own, the drool of pre-come only adding more to your own wetness.

Logan presses you into the mattress harder, rutting against your cunt almost desperately as he noses along your damp, overheated skin.

His mouth is everywhere. Sucking marks where the junction of your neck meets your shoulder, lapping up the sweat that pools in the valley of your breasts, licking a filthy stripe across the side of your face that has your cheeks burning.

He buries his nose in the sweaty skin of your underarm, whining and panting like a surly dog all over again. Each breath is hot and wet against you, and it only seems to make him hungrier, greedier. His cock blurts even more pre-come onto your skin with every inhale he takes.

It should gross you out. 

It should be utterly mortifying, but the sight of Logan like this only leaves you thrumming with want. 

His desperation, the raw, unfiltered way he takes you in—like he can’t get close enough, can’t have enough of you—has your pulse racing and your mind spinning out of control. 

You feel his nose press harder against your skin, the heat of his breath fanning over you as he groans, a deep, guttural sound that reverberates right through you. 

“Fuck,” he rasps, voice gravelly and broken. “You smell so goddamn good. Can’t help it. Can’t fuckin’—” His hips jerk, the weight of his cock sliding slickly against your cunt, bumping up against your clit in a way that makes you shiver. 

“Logan,” you whimper, your hands clutching at his broad shoulders, nails digging into his skin. Your hips lift instinctively, chasing the friction, the relief, the unbearable stretch you know only he can give you. “Please, I can’t take it anymore. I need you—need you so bad.”

He smirks, his lips curling against your skin as he nips at the curve of your jaw. “Need me, huh?” he murmurs, his tone dark and teasing. “Need my cock inside you, stretchin’ you open? Tell me, baby. Tell me how bad you need it.”

“So bad.” Your hips tilt up instinctively, desperate for him to push inside. The head of his cock catches at your entrance, the blunt pressure sending a jolt of electricity through your body. “Need you so bad it hurts. Please—please don’t make me wait.”

Logan growls, a feral sound. “Such a good girl when you beg for me.” he snarls, big hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise so he can flip you on your front, gently manhandling you until you're on all fours. “Gonna fill you up, princess.”

His hands knead the soft flesh of your ass as he lines himself up behind you. The weight of his cock presses against your entrance, slick and ready, and for a moment, he just stays there, teasing.

Your arms shake beneath you, elbows locked as you force yourself to stay still, patient.

The head of his cock nudges against you, spreading your slickness, and your body trembles in anticipation. He sinks himself into you in one deep, unrelenting thrust.

The stretch is instant, the burn delicious as he pushes inside, inch by inch, filling you in one fluid, devastating stroke. A choked gasp spills from your lips as he bottoms out, his cock seated so deep you swear you can feel him in your stomach.

“Fuck.” Logan stills, his cock pulsing inside you as he lets you adjust, but the restraint is fleeting. 

His hands glide up your back, palms rough and grounding as they map every curve, every quiver of your body. He starts grinding his hips in slow circles, pressing every inch of his cock along your velvety walls. 

Your head drops between your arms, brows pinched together as you take in greedy lungfuls of air. You’ll never get used to this, the way Logan fills you so perfectly, no matter how many times it’s been.

“Come on, baby.” Logan leans down to press a soft kiss between your shoulder blades, his lips fever hot. “You wanted to fuck me so bad you could hardly wait. Now’s your chance, fuck me.”

It takes a few long seconds for his words to cunt through the molasses clouding your mind, the small thrust of his hips hinting at what he wants you to do.

You let out a pitiful whimper, hands digging into your bed’s puffy comforter as you start rocking your hips. 

You start slow, letting yourself build up a nice, steady rhythm as Logan purrs words of encouragement from behind you. His hands never leave your hips, thumbs rubbing soft circles over your skin as you start to pick up the pace.

“That’s it,” he encourages darkly, giving the rippling muscle of your ass a sharp swat. “Find the fuckin’ spot, baby. Write your name on this cock, tell everyone who it belongs to.”

You cry out at the sting of his palm, bouncing yourself on his length impossibly faster. Your arms burn under the strain of your movements, but you can’t stop chasing the high of pleasure that shoots up your spine.

The sound of skin on skin fills the room, a lewd slap slap slap as you fuck yourself on Logan’s cock like he’s a replacement for the cheap suction cup dildo collecting dust in a box hidden away in your closet—like he’s nothing but a expertly shaped lump of silicon molded solely for your pleasure.

You can feel yourself getting close to the edge, and in nearly no time at all. The telltale coil buried deep in your belly winding tighter and tighter as you work yourself on Logan’s cock hard enough that the cheap frame of your bed thumps against the wall.

It might be embarrassing if you weren’t so far gone already, so fuck drunk that the too loud moans falling from your lips hardly phase you.

It's like there's nothing but the feel of Logan inside you, bumping against that spot inside you that has stars shining behind your closed eyes. 

“Close already?” Logan taunts from behind you, voice just the tiniest but breathless, but the way his cock pulses and jerks where it’s sheathed in your cunt lets you know he’s right there with you. “I know you are, honey. I can feel how she’s squeezin’ me, so damn tight.”

His hands dig into your hips, not even waiting for a response as he starts thrusting in time with your bounces. He pounds into you, hips snapping against your ass hard enough to sting.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come too baby,” he bites out, the rhythm of his hips getting sloppier. “Gonna come so fuckin’ hard, fill you up so good. Shit–”

Logan pulls out enough that only the thick tip of his cock stays sheathed in the warmth of your cunt, his body falling to hunch over yours as he pumps his come into you with a feral growl.

You whine at the feeling of his release filling you, painting your insides with spurt after spurt of thick come. It’s so much, it’s always so much. A rush of warmth that floods your insides each time without fail.

And just like that, the feeling alone has you coming.

Your back arches as your cunt gushes over the tip of his cock, drenching his thighs and the rest of his shaft in your essence. You think you may scream, but it’s hard to tell over the white noise rushing through your ears.

Your arms finally buckle under you as Logan helps you ride out the last few tremors of your orgasm with a few slow rocks of his hips, and your spent body collapses onto the mattress.

Logan’s low noises of pleasure barely register as your chest heaves almost violently, your lungs desperately trying to get as much air as they possibly can.

But you barely have time to catch your breath before Logan plants his knees back firmly on the mattress and starts thrusting, again. 

“Logan!” Your hands scramble for purchase on the mussed sheets of your bed, the overstimulation making your legs kick out frantically.

“You thought we were done?” Logan asks, his tone equal parts amused and mocking. “You popped twice already, baby. S’only fair that you let me catch up.”

With no warning, he takes you in his arms, pulling his cock out just long enough to flip you on your back. He throws your legs over his shoulders before plunging back inside your fucked open cunt with a filthy squelch. 

He feels even bigger like this, yet your body swallows his cock like it’s nothing. The spongy warmth of your walls melding to the shape of him like it’s what you were made for. 

The coarse hair of his happy trail drags across your clit each time he thrusts, adding to the blistering feeling where the knife's edge of too much too much too much meets not nearly enough.

His come stuffed in your trembling cunt only makes it all the more filthy, his cock plunging inside you and coming back out slick and wet on every thrust. 

Your lips fall open on a broken moan, eyes screwing shut as you work your cunt around him, feeling the way his release gets fucked deeper and deeper inside you.

Logan notices, of course he does.

A dark chuckle rumbles against your own as he leans down enough to whisper into your slack mouth. “You like havin’ someone come in your pussy, baby?”

You moan into his mouth unabashedly, loudly. Both of your eyes burning as tears threaten to fall down the flushed skin of your cheeks, your throat going dry and scratchy in the best way possible. 

“Shit–” Your hands claw at the rippling muscles of his back desperately, nails digging into his skin hard enough that you feel the unmistakable slickness of his blood coating the tips of your fingers.

The pain spurs him on, his head tips down on a low groan and his eyes squeezing together for a split second before he’s spewing filth again.

“You want some more?” Logan asks, tone going dark like he already knows the answer as his hips speed up impossible faster. “You want me to come again?”

You don’t respond, you can’t respond. You can barely make a coherent thought. 

All you can manage are whiny moans that fall from your slack lips, broken little uh uh uh’s that get punched out with each new thrust. Your nails rake down his back mercilessly, leaving behind deep red welts that heal as you go.

“Yeah, I know you do.” He turns his head to nip at the skin over the delicate bone of your ankle where it bounces near his head, sharp teeth digging in enough to have you whining pitifully. “You love havin’ a messy fuckin’ pussy, don’t you? Love being stuffed so full of my come you can’t even hold it all, huh?”

His words hit you like a physical blow, lighting up your body from the inside out. Your thighs shake where they’re wrapped around his hips, ankles locking over his lower back so he couldn’t pull out if he wanted to.

His come mixes with your juices to coat his cock, completely drenched all slick and shiny in the dull light of your bedroom. It drips down almost leisurely compared to the near feral snap of his hips, trailing all the way down his length to his heavy balls. 

“Yes.” He groans, reverent. “Give it to me, baby. Wanna feel you come on my cock again, feels so fuckin’ good. Can’t ever get enough—”

You’ve never heard him like this, so high of pleasure that his speech slurs and his words all meld together into one filthy stream of ramblings that has you sinking your nails even deeper into his back and coming on his cock with a loud wail.

Your cunt convulses around him, shaking with the force of your release, milking him. 

“Fuck, princess.” Logan pitches forward, his sweaty torso covering yours as he keeps fucking into your shaking body, desperately chasing his own release.

Finally, with a muted roar of your name, he sinks his teeth into the tender skin of your neck and comes for you.

You cry out at the sharp sting of his teeth bearing down hard enough to draw blood, your vision whiting out with the pleasure of being claimed in every way imaginable.

Logan’s hips only stop when he’s drained of every last drop, his body shaking where it lays over yours. He laps at the broken skin of your neck, a soft gesture that isn’t quite an apology for making you bleed—because you know that he isn’t sorry whatsoever—but it’s nice nonetheless.

Your arms come up to circle around his neck, eyes fluttering shut as the exhaustion hits you all at once. You get lost in the steady rhythm of Logan catching his breath, in the way his heart pounds against his ribcage where his chest is pressed to your own, in the way his fingers twitch and flex on your hips.

The last thing you hear as you drift off, his come starting to leak down your thighs in thick streams of white, is a hushed whisper of “I got you, baby. I’m right here, I’m always right here.”

It puts you at ease, all the worry you felt over the last few weeks slipping from your mind like grains of sand through your fingers.

Maybe, this new side of Logan isn’t so bad after all.

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