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âLove you, please take care of yourself.â You say, your fingers clutching onto the doorframe so hard you would surely leave imprints behind, but you didnât care in this moment. Because in front of you stands your husband, lopsided smile on his face, clean shaven and his mohawk freshly touched up by your hands and his careful instructions. "Love ye back, hen. Ah'll be back quicker than ye can believe." He murmurs to you, accent thick and his eyes bright.
You donât want him to go, you donât want him to leave you behind again and do something crazy he will tell you all about later (or Gaz will spill the beans, like the time your husband decided to nearly drop a half of a warehouse on his head! Thank you Gaz.).
âItâs jist three months, gie or tak a wee bit, love. Ahâll be back sune.â âIâm gonna miss you so much, Love.â âAh'm gonnae miss ye even mair.â âDid you pack the lunch I ma-â you cant end your sentence as your husband leans into your face, his lips warm and inviting and firm on your own, shutting up every train of thought you had as he kisses you breathless and stupid.
You only remember after you had closed the front door, calmed your racing heart and looked into the kitchen. And there it was, the small package of sandwiches you had made for your husband to take with him, untouched and sloppily wrapped, just like you had placed them there. And the lunch you had made, spaghettis with tomato sauce, was also untouched. Your heart sank.
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â-and then he just goes off to wherever and leaves behind the meal I made for him! This isnât fair, Leonora!â you pant at the end of your tirade, angrily huffing and growling as you drink the tea your friend and neighbor made in one go, nearly burning your tongue in the process.
âOh dear, well, honey, how do I say thisâŚâ your elderly neighbor wiggled her glasses with one finger, tilting her head from left to right, the curls on top of her head not even moving once. (Soap had once joked that Leonora put so much gel and hairspray into her mountain of curls, she could headbutt any men or women into submission with only one headshake.) âYour food isâŚâ Your shoulders shake and sag as you watch your friend try to think of a way to describe your food in a way that would not totally mortify you or send your soul into hell.
âBad? A disaster? Hellish? Even a demon would recoil from that torture?â âNo, Honey- what I meant to say was, that you have a talent.â Your posture straightens and your eyes glimmer in hope- âYou have the talent to burn water.â â only to turn watery and gloomy as your friend goes on with her words.
âThatâs not niceâŚâ âBut sadly true.â
Leonora leans over the table to pat your shoulder gently, giving you a smile like only a loving grandmother can give. Your eyes turn towards the forgotten sandwiches, which looked even sadder than before and yes, maybe it smelled a little off, but it surely couldnât be that badâŚ
You both watch as the single cucumber slice slowly slides down at the side, giving a squelching plopping sound as it hit the table. There is silence for a few seconds before you turn hurt and sad eyes on Leonora, who only pats your shoulders again.
âKyle told me, that Johnny prefers the mess hall food over mine. The mess hall! No one likes the food from the mess hall!â you are close to sobbing, clutching the mug of tea to your chest like a lifeline.
âOh dear... Well, there is one thing we can do.â âThere is?â âI meet my other friends every Tuesday night for a bit of cards and cooking. How about you come beforehand, and I can teach you some recipes? And the base techniques of cooking?â âYou would do that for me?â âYes, dear. Canât have your man avoiding home because you cant cook. Think about the children you will have to feed someday!â âYou are a saint! Thank you! Please, I beg of you, help me!â
You felt better now, Leonora would help you, she would rescue your culinary skills from the depths of nothing they were at and rise you up towards normal housewife-level meals, you were sure! This would be a piece of cake!
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IT WAS NOT A PIECE OF CAKE! Leonora was menace, a demon from hell! She was a strict and harsh teacher, and you lost count of all the times she hit your arse with a wooden cooking spoon. It felt like you lived through a montage of training! It started with only Tuesdays and then Thursdays as well, and Sundays to help with baking for church! And then Leonoras friends, a gang of grannies, took it upon themselves to further your training!
You chopped and sliced and diced and julienned until your hands could do it perfectly in your sleep (âThat is not uniform, this piece of carrot it slightly off! Again!â Julia barked at you, the waif of a woman poking you with her bony fingers until you got it right).
You helped with shopping, hauling load after load of ingredients, having to run back to the shops every time you got some of the listed items wrong (âThis is a bitter melon and not a cucumber, run again little chicken, run again!â Tia Zia cackled after you, sending you right back out into the rain again to run to the store before it closed in 5 minutes).
Soon you were frying (âMake it hotter, the potatoes will soak up all the oil if its not hot enough!â), baking (âIs that salt in the cookies? Honey where was your head?â), kneading Pasta from scratch and finally, you cooked a whole meal for the gang of furious grannies and felt like you were back in school, in your exams, your heart racing as the committee of specialists discussed your results before turning to you with hard eyes and grim faces.
âDear, this food is-âyour heart sank and raced at the same time, your stomach dropping as Aunty Angela cracked her neck as she tried to look at you sternly, âthis food is good. It is edible and even tastes better than what my niece Lilly makes. Congratulations!â
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âYou sure you donât want to go to another diner before I get you home to your wife?â Johnny snorted and rubbed his overfilled stomach. He was sure he was having a foodbaby growing in there after this morning and this midday. His teammates had stuffed him with pancakes and hashbrowns and every other item of breakfast they could get their hands on and then they did it again at lunch! He was so full; he would hurl if he had to eat another piece of food!
âNaw, itâs awright. Ahâm fair burst, ah cannae eat another thing. Anâ Gaz promised heâd send me a care package in a few days.â He smiles at his Captain, rubbing his bulging stomach and fighting down a burp that was stuck in his throat. âYeah well... next mission is not so far away, no worry. And Ghost packed the rest of the MREâs into your bag for emergencies.â âTa, Captain. She's a braw wife in everythin' else, but her cookin' isâŚâ he falls silent and only grins. And then the car is already coming to a stop and his heart beats faster in his chest. He is so close to take his wife into his arms again, to kiss her silly and then sweep her off her feet and into the bedroom, where- âCheers fur the lift, Captain. Right nice oâ ye!.â âWas on the way. See you soon, stay strong.â âA'll dae that! See ye in a few days tae weeks!" Johnny gives a sloppy salute before rolling out of the car, dragging his luggage out from the backseat to lug it right after him.
And then he is off, loping up the way towards the front door, which is already opening and his wife, the love of his life stands before him, her eyes shining and her hair glossy and her skin looking silky smooth and soft and he canât wait to wrap his rough hands around her and sink into her softness, be back home again.
He doesnât remember what he said, or what she wanted to say, his lips are on hers, his arms hold her tight to himself and they stumble inside. And then he comes to a stop, his nose twitching as he sniffs the air, his head turning towards the kitchen. âSointhing smells awfy guid.â He murmurs and stares at you as if you had grown a second head. âThank you, itâs a new recipe I tried.â He swallows, his mouth watering. His eyes roaming over her happy glowing face. âYe... ye cooked this?" âYeah. And donât worry, I followed the recipe to a T.â You beam at him, your hands stroking over his arms and shoulders and down his torso, making sure he was alright, holding onto him with delight and happiness radiating from you.
And Johnny, still filled with food and stuffed to the gills with cheap cheeseburgers from lunch, takes another whiff before a soft, but cautious smile steals over his lips. âAh could dae with some food."
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He must have died. It tasted great.
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In parkour civilization, even rain is parkour
based on this amazing comic except I made it stupid
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HEAVY METAL LOVER!
pair: logan howlett x bartender!reader wc: 4.2k
contains: 18+ SMUT MDNI, drinking, swearing, motorcycle rides, p in v, unprotected sex, rough sex, fingering (fem!receiving), creampie, wolverine's hairy tits, the claws show up ofc, porn with plot, no use of y/n. authorâs note: watched deadpool & wolverine twice in theaters, started rewatching the x-men movies, pondered many different thoughts, sat down and wrote this. i need him to breed me. title from lady gaga's 'heavy metal lover' cause it's literally his song.
the wolverine is a regular at your barâŚ
You're shining glasses behind the bar when you hear it, the gruff sound of Loganâs voice turning away yet another girl that worked up the courage to come up to him. Itâs his third rejection of the night, not that you were counting.
You were, you always do. You pay more attention to that side of the bar than you normally would when heâs here, which is nearly everyday for the past three weeks. He's not like any of your other regulars. He's almost always alone, and he never talks to you except when he calls for another drink.Â
The only reason you even know his real name at all is because Wade told you one of the nights he tagged along, leaning his elbows on the bar to whisper over the sugared rim of his "PiĂąa Colada. Extra creamy please, you know how I like it..." like he was telling you a secret.
"Don't let him hurt your feels honey bunch. That's just classic Logan for you, a man of few words. Huge case of blue balls by the way."Â
You remember the way he let the obvious innuendo hang in the air, the knowing look he gave you as he spun the little paper umbrella floating in his drink. You didnât think you were being that obvious, that someone as socially inept as Wade was able to pick up on the way your eyes would linger a little too long on the broad width of Loganâs shoulders, on the way his arms would strain against the fabric of his flannels.Â
Youâd seen him on the news, thick corded muscles all wrapped in blue and yellow leather. It haunted you for days, playing in your mind on a constant loop of sweaty biceps until you finally gave in and pulled out your favorite vibrator.Â
Even with that, thereâs just something about the jeans and flannels he wears outside of the suit that make you want to jump over the bar and drop down to your knees right in front of him. Your mouth open wide and waiting.
The dull âthunkâ of Logan placing his empty glass on the bartop grabs your attention, two quick raps of his knuckles against the wood ripping you from your thoughts. âAnother,â he says briskly, not looking away from the peeling backsplash on the wall behind you.
You usually snapped at men whoâd bark orders at you, but The Wolverine isnât just any man. He's certainly the only man you'd ever take orders from willingly, happily.
You grin, tossing your towel over your shoulder as you grab the whiskey bottle off the shelf and slide over to him, tipping the amber colored bottle over to start refilling his glass. âThatâs the third one tonight,â you say casually, casting your eyes over his shoulder to the girl from before retreating back to her friends. âI take it you donât come here looking for company?â
Loganâs eyes flick to yours, itâs the first time heâs looked at you all night. You look back, lips pulled into a small smile as more whiskey than youâd usually pour splashes against the sides of his glass. The music playing from the speakers fades into a dull hum around you.
He holds your gaze for a second longer, a flash of something you can't quite read passing through his eyes before heâs looking away again. âNot the kind youâre thinking of,â he replies, his voice a low rumble that has something warm zinging up your spine.
You set the bottle down next to him, brow piqued in curiosity. âAnd what kind is that?â
He doesn't respond right away, just raises the now full glass to his lips to take a slow sip. You almost think heâs going to ignore you again, but then he speaks, âYou ask everyone that comes in here personal questions, bub?âÂ
Thereâs the barest hint of amusement lacing his words that has you biting your bottom lip to try and contain the absolute giddiness blooming in your chest. Itâs not much, but itâs more than heâs ever given you before. Encouraged, you step in a little closer, hoping to draw him out further.
âOnly the ones with their asses practically fused to my stools,â you shrug, a playful glint sparkling in your eyes. âSo what is it, you got some poor wife you leave at home every time you come here? Because the âtall, dark, and kind of morally ambiguousâ thing is obviously working for you.â
Logan turns his eyes to you again, his brow raised in amusement. Youâre close enough that you can see the way his lips turn up at the corners. He seems to consider your question, gaze slowly trailing along your face before flicking back to your eyes. "No wife," he replies, the words slow and deliberate. "No home to leave her at either.â
His response hangs in the air between you, heavier than you anticipated. You let out a soft breath, lips parting ever so slightly. You can practically feel the weight of his gaze settling over you, leaving your whole body warm and tingly. The heat swirling deep in your gut slipping down to pool wet and sticky in your panties. Loganâs eyes blink shut for just a second, the bridge of his nose twitching lightly.
You almost canât believe this is really happening, that the angry guy at the end of your bar youâve seen turn away pretty girl after pretty girl is flirting with you. It makes you feel dizzy with power, like you could do anything, but itâs also one of the most intimidating things youâve ever experienced. You didnât realize what it meant to be the center of Loganâs attention until now, but you refuse to back down.
 He gives an inch, so you take a mile.
Your grin widens as you lean your elbows on the bar, resting your chin on the heels of your hands. Logan doesnât react to you invading his space, just keeps his eyes on you with a passive look on his face, but you donât miss the way his gaze darts down to the low cut of your top.
âSoâŚâ you say slowly, voice dipping into a softer more intimate tone, âthat means youâre free later tonight?â You tilt your head to the side coyly, allowing your hair to cascade over your shoulder, the movement drawing his gaze.
Loganâs eyes widen the tiniest bit, a surprised huff leaving his lips. He raises his glass, taking another long drink. Your eyes trace the sharp line of his jaw to where his adamâs apple bobs enticingly as he swallows. Your lips tingle with the need to mark up the tan column of his throat, to sink your teeth in the skin there, to taste.
The neckline of his undershirt dips low enough that you can see the dark hair scattered across his chest, dog tags dangling from a chain around his neck to sit in the center.
You drag your eyes back up to his face, flushing when you see that he's already looking at you over the rim of his drink. He sets his half drained glass down, a skeptical look on his face. âHow old are you, kid?â
You shake your head with a soft laugh, dropping your palms to lay flat on the bartop. If that makes your top dip a little lower to flash more of your cleavage in Loganâs eyeline, then thatâs just a bonus. âOld enough to be here,â you reply after a short pause, gazing up at him from under your lashes, âOld enough to know what I want.â
Loganâs eyes darken, the warm brown of them seeming deeper and even more intense than before. The dim overhead lights cast shadows across his rugged features, highlighting the scruff on his jaw. You canât help but imagine the rough scratch of it brushing up against your inner thighs.
Logan pushes his glass away, leaning in with a soft grunt, his eyes drop to your lips. You suck in a shocked breath, your whole body lighting up at being so close to him. Your heart is racing in your chest, a quick ba-dum ba-dum ba-dum ba-dum ba-dum ba-dum that echoes in your ears.
His lips turn up in a sly grin, the sharp canines of his teeth on display. âIs that so?â He asks, voice going all husky like gravel and honey. He meets your eyes and you swear you can see the sparks going off in the air between you, everything else in the bar completely fizzling out as his breath mingles with yours. âCareful what you wish for,â he says, his voice a low rumble that makes your knees weak. âYou might just get it.â
Your lips curve into a mischievous smile, the heat between you palpable. âIâm counting on it,â you reply, your voice dripping with promise. It takes everything in you to straighten up and pull away from Logan, stepping back with the forgotten bottle in your hand. âMy shift ends at eleven,â you say with a small shrug, jerking your head to a door across the room, âstaff leaves through the alley door.âÂ
Itâs a clear invitation, one that Logan easily picks up on. His hungry gaze follows every move you make as you shelf the whiskey.
Before he can say anything, someone calls you from across the bar, shaking their empty glass impatiently. You throw him one last smile over your shoulder, mouthing âelevenâ again with a quick nod of your head. You arenât sure if itâs supposed to reassure you or him.
Logan smirks nonetheless, standing from the bar before draining the rest of his drink and throwing a few bills down. The air crackles as you watch him make his way towards the exit, eyes lingering on the way his jeans hug the thick muscles of his legs before someone is snapping their fingers at you to serve them.
The rest of your shift drags by, but the excitement and hope swirling in your stomach doesnât fade. Youâre practically thrumming with excitement by the time eleven rolls around, anticipation coursing through your veins as you clock out and grab your bag from your locker.
You pull the door to the alley open, the heavy metal creaking with the swing. The gravel crunches under your shoes as you step outside, eyes eagerly searching the space in search of Logan. The light mounted above the door shines around you, but you donât see him anywhere.Â
Just as disappointment starts to settle in your chest, you hear a loud rumble coming from the down the street. A bright light shines across the road as it gets closer and closer until thereâs a motorcycle pulled up against the alleyâs opening.
Logan kicks the bikeâs stand down, leaning over to hold out a helmet in offering. âYou coming or not?â he calls out, voice deep and teasing, âIâm not known for my patience.â
You canât help but laugh, a mix of exhilaration and nervousness bubbling up inside you. With a confident stride, you walk toward him, the loud growl of the bike reverberates through your body like thunder with every step. âYouâre just full of surprises tonight, arenât you?âÂ
You take the helmet from his hand, but he doesn't let go right away, making your fingers brush against his in a way that sends a shiver up your arm. You meet his gaze, the smirk on his lips matching the dangerous glint in his eyes.
He drops his hand down to the bikeâs handle, jerking his head back to the empty space behind him. âHop on.â
You straddle the bike, the leather seat warm from the rumbling engine beneath you. You give Logan your address as you slip the helmet on. His body is warm and solid against your front, you canât help but press a little closer, your hands falling to rest on his waist. The leather of his jacket is smooth under your fingertips.
Logan turns his head to the side, the street lights shine along the side of his face in a warm yellow glow. âHang on,â he says, voice barely audible over the roar of the bikeâs engine starting up.
The sudden rush of wind as he pulls off paired with the thrillingly intense vibration of the engine revving under you is exhilarating. You wrap your arms tight around his waist, fingers digging in slightly as you lean into the curve of his body.Â
The city blurs into a whirlwind of colorful lights as Logan navigates the streets with a confident ease. The cool night air whips past you, every turn and acceleration pumping more adrenaline through your veins. You cling to Loganâs waist like itâs a lifelineâ thereâs a sense of freedom and excitement that comes with being on the bike, but you think the real thrill is being pressed against him like this, feeling the power of his strength under you.
The ride seems like it takes both hours and seconds all at once when Logan pulls up to your house's gate. He kills the engine, the sudden silence a stark contrast from the roaring bike. Your heart pounds in your chest, pulse thumping as you slide the helmet off.
Logan takes it from your hands, eyes scanning over your house. âNice place,â he comments casually, swinging his leg over the bike to stand next to you.Â
"Thanks," you say, your voice a tad breathless. You canât help but feel a little self-conscious as you dig for your keys in your bag, nerves finally starting to set in. The air is cold against your flushed skin, and youâre hyper aware of Loganâs presence behind you as you unlock the gate and push it open.
He doesnât touch you as the two of you walk up the steps to your house, infuriatingly keeping his distance with his hands shoved deep in the pockets of his jeans.
Your legs shake with every step, you canât tell if itâs left over adrenaline from the ride or the building anticipation for the ride you know is waiting for you beyond your front door. Your hands tremble as you fumble with the lock, opening the door and stepping into the darkness of your living room.Â
Youâre barely a foot inside before a pair of strong hands pull you backwards, getting whirled around by your waist until your back hits your closed front door mute thud. You donât have any time to react before Loganâs crowding up against you, his body a solid wall of muscle pressing you hard against the door. His lips crash into yours in a hungry kiss, you can taste the whiskey from earlier sharp and smoky on his tongue.
You respond eagerly, leaning up to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down even closer. Loganâs hands roam over your body rough and possessive, one sliding up to cup the back of your neck while the other grips your waist, pulling you even closer. His hands leave a trail of fire in their wake, your skin tingling with every brush of his fingers. You can feel the raw power in his touch, a barely there restrained strength that has your heart racing even faster.Â
âI could fucking smell you,â he growls agasint your neck, digging his sharp teeth into your collarbone meanly. You can't help but let out a soft moan, your head falling back against the door to give him better access. The rough stubble on his jaw scrapes deliciously against your sensitive skin, sending shivers down your spine. âCould smell how goddamn wet you got, back at the bar.â
His hand slips under the waistband of your jeans, sliding down the front of your panties to brush against your clit. Your mouth drops open with a soft moan, your slick lips still tingling. âDo you have any fuckinâ idea how hard it was not to bend you over, to not rip these things off and fuck you over the bar?â he asks roughly, lips brushing against your skin with every word. âWanted to take you right, make everyone watch while I made you scream.â
Your breath hitches at his words, a wave of pleasure crashing through you. The rough skin of his fingertips press more firmly against your clit, drawing a broken moan from your lips. âLogan,â you gasp, your hips bucking involuntarily against his hand.Your hands claw at his shoulders, gripping the fabric of his shirt as you try to ground yourself.Â
His lips capture yours again in a bruising kiss, sliding two thick fingers into you with a rough thrust. âAtta girl,â he murmurs against your mouth, dragging his tongue across your bottom slip. âThatâs it, say my name,â he growls, swallowing your moans as his fingers pump into you with an unrelenting pace. Your walls clench around him, a needy whine escaping your throat as he begins to fuck his fingers in and out of your wet cunt.Â
The coil of pleasure deep in your stomach tightens with every thrust of his fingers, your body trembling with the intensity of it all. You can feel the pressure start to build, like a dam threatening to burst, but this isnât how you want to come. You break the kiss, a thin thread of saliva connecting your lips before it thins and breaks. âWait,â you say breathlessly, hand slipping down to grip his forearm tightly, âI want to come with you inside me.â
Logan growls, a deep, primal sound that you can feel rumble deep in his chest where itâs pressed against yours. âBedroom,â he demands, hands dropping to the back of your thighs and lifting.Â
You wrap your legs around his waist with a quiet squeal, attacking the skin of his neck with your teeth as he walks the two of you down the dark hallway. âFirst door on the right,â you whisper, dragging your tongue along the column of his throat. You can feel the thick length of his cock straining against his jeans press into your hip. He sucks in a sharp breath as you roll your hips down, sliding the damp fabric of your clothed cunt over him.
Logan kicks the door open with a force that has it slamming against the wall, the sound barely registering in your lust-addled brain. Logan dumps you on the bed, the force of it bouncing you on the mattress. He rips his white undershirt over his head and drops to his knees in front of you, big hands coming up to grip the waistband of your jeans.
The muscles in his arms donât even flex as he rips your shorts down the middle, denim and along with lace panties tearing like tissue paper in his hands and falling to the floor in tattered pieces. You gasp at the cold air hitting your hot, aching cunt.Â
Loganâs hands run up and down the bare skin of your calves, eyes glued to the soaked skin of your inner thighs. Your thighs start to tremble under his gaze, your patience starting to wear thin. Logan drags his eyes back to you, taking in the pleading look on your face. He smirks, wordlessly rising to his feet to pop open the button of his jeans.
You watch with bated breath as he unzips his fly, eyes glued to the way he starts to push them down his legs just enough that they fall to pool around his ankles. Your mouth drops open, eyes going wide at the sight of him.
Heâs so big, so thick and heavy that his cock hangs hard between his hairy thighs instead of slapping up against his stomach. Thereâs a thick drop of pre-cum leaking from the tip, dripping down a thick vein running along the side.
Your mouth waters with want, the want to bury your nose in the dark thatch of hair surrounding the base, the want to have him fuck your throat raw and red. You can almost feel the ache in your jaw.Â
As much as you want to get him in your mouth, you want him inside you even more.
âGet your ass over here,â you demand breathlessly, tearing your shirt off your head in one swift motion. Logan smirks, stepping out of his jeans and making his way across the room. His dog tags jingle with every step, your cunt clenches weakly.
He stalks up the mattress like a predator, eyes ablaze as a cocky smirk plays on his lips. Your legs fall open unconsciously, thighs spreading wide to make enough room for his hips to slot against yours.
You gasp at the thick head of his cock sliding through your wet folds, your body arching off the bed. The sensation is electric, shooting through you like a live wire. "Logan," you breathe, your voice barely more than a whimper. "Please..."
"Please what?" he asks, his lips curving into a smirk against your skin. "You gotta tell me what you want, sweetheart."
Your cheeks flush hot, but the need burning inside you is stronger than any embarrassment. "I want you," you admit, your voice trembling with desire. "I want you to fuck me, Logan."
His growl is low and feral, his fingers teasing you relentlessly as he presses his forehead to yours. "That's a good girl," he rumbles, his breath hot against your lips as he sinks into the tight heat of your cunt in a single thrust.Â
The pace he sets is unrelenting, one hand braced on the pillow next to your head while the other grips your bedâs frame for better leverage to fuck down into you. The sting of his cock splitting your cunt open has your nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders. His dog tags hang from his neck, swinging like a pendulum as he starts to thrust.
âFuck, youâre so tight,â he grates out, brows furrowed in pleasure. His hips speed up, barely pulling out halfway before he plunges back into you. The bed squeaks under you, slamming up against the wall as Logan fucks you.
Itâs like Logan surrounds every inch of you, strong arms caged around your head while his body covers yours, metal bonded bones pressing you down into the mattress so thereâs nothing you can do but take it. You know that heâs ruined every other man in the world for you as the heavy snap of his hips pounds against the skin of your ass hard enough to bruise. The thick muscles of chest bounces as he moves, the coarse hair scraping against your sensitive nipples.
The head of his cock pounds the soft spot inside of you that has your eyes fluttering closed, mind going hazy as heat starts to pool at the base of your spine.
âDonât fucking stop,â you beg brokenly, tears sting the corners of your eyes. âGod! Iâm gonna come, youâre gonna make me comeââ
âCome on baby,â Logan goads, dropping down to his fore arm so he can bury his face in the crook of your neck, âGive it to me, come on this cock, show me how much you fucking love it,â
The stinging bite of his sharp canines scraping the fluttering pulse of your neck makes you wail, nails raking down his back hard enough to leave long red welts that heal as you go. Your cunt clenches around the pulsing length of his cock, greedily milking him as you come in a rush of wetness around his cock.
âFuck,â Logan grits out, his hips faltering. Itâs not by much, but just enough for you to notice. The rhythmic smack smack smack of skin stuttering as his breath comes out in fast pants against the sweaty skin of your neck. His cock jerks inside you fiercely, his heavy balls tightening as he gets closer to the edge. You can hear the metal frame of your bed creaking warningly under his grip.
âCome in me,â you beg breathlessly, tightening your ankles around his waist. âPlease, Logan I need itââ
Logan lets out a feral growl as his hand drops from your headboard, the sharp metallic sound of his claws unsheathing rings out above you before he slams his fist into the mattress next to your head. He floods your insides, pumping you full of his come as he grunts like a beast on top of you. He gives a few more weak thrusts of his hips, letting the two of you ride out your highs before he finally stills.
You hear the quiet snikt of his claws retracting from your mattress and back into between his knuckles before Logan collapses on top of you, arms braced on either side of your head to take most of his weight. His breath puffs raggedly over the skin of your shoulder, his spent cock still snug in your sore cunt.Â
âYou owe me a new mattress,â you say breathlessly, digging the heels of your feet into his lower back sharply.Â
Logan chuckles into your neck, tipping his head up to look at you with dark eyes. His lips curl into a smirk as he rolls his hips, his still hard cock dragging along the sensitive walls of your cunt makes you gasp. âYeah?â he asks, low and velvety. His eyes flick to the three holes punched through your sheets.
âYou can add it to my tab,â he says with another stronger roll of his hips, âWeâre not done here.â
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a/n! the actual biggest shout out to @ebodebo for beta reading and listening to my non-stop rambling and horny thoughts about this man. she's a true solider because i have been so annoying about this. mwah mwah mwah.
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Casino-DressCode
Excited for the Casino Party in the upcoming chapter âOf Saints and Sinnersâ by @morningstarwrites đŤś
It was meant to be a sketchâŚ
#donât mind the messy lines#I just went with it#first time drawing the others as well so dunno if they turned out good#hope you like it#also go and read that wonderful masterpiece#itâll rock your world#radioapple#alastor x lucifer#appleradio#alastor and lucifer#huskerdust#chaggie#Hazbin Hotel#Hazbin Hotel Fanart#Fanart#my art#art for fic
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So @helyeahmangocheese has been cooking this valhalla!valgrace AU, and it's made me think of how amazing and how terrifying Leo and Alex's friendship would be
Bonus: their concerned boyfriends who already know that whatever these two are planning is not gonna end well
#i've been obsessed with this AU for weeks#i actually started this fanart like a month ago and almost gave up on it but i'm glad i didn't#hope you like it#my art#fierrochase#valgrace#jason grace#leo valdez#magnus chase#alex fierro#pjo#pjo fanart#mcga#mcga fanart#pjo hoo#pjo hoo toa#riordanverse#rrverse#riordanverse fanart#percy jackson fandom#magnus chase and the gods of asgard#leo valdez fanart#alex fierro fanart#magnus chase fanart#jason grace fanart#valhalla!valgrace#heroes of olympus#hoo#toa#artist on tumblr
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So, I finally read The Book of Bill and besides Bill almost making Ford kill himself and the twins' parents probably getting a divorce (and also there being only one reality where they don't die), the thing that stuck with me the most has Bill drunkenly calling his mom, forgetting he's killed her, telling her he's coming home from school and asking where everyone is.
(There was initially a whole person at the bottom of the picture but I hated it and as Drawfee says "delete your art" so, he's gone. His shadow stayed, it looks good under the writing, imho.)
#the book of bill#bill cipher#gravity falls bill#gravity falls fan art#gravity falls#my art#hope you like it#fan art
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Mane 6 in my styleâ¨
#hope you like it#my little pony#mlp#mlp fim#mlp art#mane 6#mlp g4#g4 rarity#g4 rainbow dash#g4 twilight sparkle#g4 pinkie pie#g4 applejack#g4 fluttershy
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I just wanna feel something, tell me where to go
About when she wants to win gold and you talk too much but donât answer her questions
ă read part 2, 'cause everybody knows something I don't wanna know
ă Alexia Putellas x fencer!Reader
ă words count: + 1.7k
ă the mountainâs call [way of saying]: the irresistible pull or urge to pursue a challenging goal or adventure
âYou look like someone who needs to see the best place in the entire Villageâ
Alexia looks up from the passâ lanyard sheâs fidgeting with, finding your open smile even before spotting your outstretched hand. Her eyebrow rises on its own accord, always sceptical around strangers.
The Olympic Village is big enough to welcome the egos of some of the best athletes in the world, but not big enough to avoid their clashing. Itâs actually encouraged.
Within a certain limit, obviously.
The footballer sees you in passing almost every day, given that the Spanish Team rooms are basically neighbours with the Italian Team ones. Your outgoing attitude and friendly nature make you pretty popular around the village. The fact youâre easy on the eyes and quite the talk among the players isnât lost on Alexia either â she likes good gossip like anybody else.
âCome on, Reina, donât let me stand here like an idiotâ, your teasing words take her back from her overthinking one more time.
âShouldnât you be somewhere celebrating that?â, she points to the medal hanging around your neck.
A genuine smile rises on both your faces as you mindlessly hold the piece of gold to look at it one more time, feeling like this is some kind of dream.
Your gaze falls on Alexia, still sitting in a corner of a communal break room when her teammates are cheering all around for one more victory in their Olympic journey.
âIâm gonna celebrate for the next four years, I can spare some time for youâ
âCongratulations, by the way, I heard itâs not the first oneâ, she takes your hand as you burst out laughing, helping her on her feet.
You may have hosted the closest thing to a party you can do in the Village when, just earlier this week, you won your first gold medal.
Itâs not your first Olympics, itâs not even your first Olympic medal. But finally being a gold medalist? An Olympic Champion? You sure could not let it pass over in silence.
The short walk is filled with small talks and giggles, you do most of the talking but Alexiaâs grin stays firmly on her face the entire time. You notice her rosy cheeks and more relaxed stance, holding yourself high with pride to finally see the blonde so carefree around you.
âHow did you even find this place?â
The night lights of Paris really turn the city into some sort of fantastic dream, the view is easily able to take the breath away from the little balcony you open for her. Youâre on top of the biggest complex in the Village, the usual chaos that fills the French capital is somehow just background noise.
âFencing is an ancient disciplineâ, you start, barely avoiding Alexiaâs playful hit on your arm at your documentary-like approach.
âJokes aside, the Italian school basically created fencing, but then the French school redefined the system to what itâs like today and they will not shut up about it. Itâs a long lasting rivalry between two countries that, sportwise, hate each otherâ
âEveryone hates the French, sportwiseâ, the Spain captain agrees, mimicking your move as you sit on the floor of the balcony.
âFencing into the Grand Palais in fucking Paris is like playing every single game as a World Cup final against the host country in a stadium filled with their fans and coloursâ
âDramaticâ
âOf course! Youâre putting Italian and French people in the same place, asking them to fight with swords, literally. Itâs gonna be dramaticâ, you let your gaze wander around as the blondeâs one tries to find something inside you.
Alexia waits for you, understanding just now how your cheerful and playful behaviour hides something more complex.
She has turned on your Team Final on her way back from the stadium, curious about it â about you â after the little party you put on for the entire Village following your Individual Final victory.
She got nothing about what was happening, not understanding how some hits were good and others were given away or not counted. She prides herself on being able to recognise good athleticism and quick leg ability though. The way you move on the piste, quickly but precisely in every single gesture, is mesmerising. The way your mind acts even faster than your body is even more captivating.
What surprised her the most is the way you hold back.
While your opponents celebrate any conceded hits and your teammates celebrate loudly all the successful points, you stay stoic and firm the entire time.
Itâs something she doesnât expected from you, usually so excited about everything.
Thatâs probably one of the reasons that brings her here with you in the first place.
âYou donât look dramatic when you fenceâ
âOh, you watched me?â
âIt was the bare minimum after your detailed commentary after our last gameâ
âIâm Italian, Iâm a football fan from birthâ, you say, rolling your eyes humorously, not ready to reveal that the Spanish team is the only one you care about keeping up with during this Olympic tournament.
Alexia Putellas just admitted she turned on your Final to see you win a gold medal.
âWait, letâs just go back to you watching me fenceâ
She smile at your weak attempt to avoid her question, genuinely amused about you but pretty sure youâre gonna tell her everything she asks â eventually.
A comfortable silence between the two of you fills the air for some minutes, somehow guiding your bodies closer.
âHow did you find this place?â, the Catalan winks when you turn to look at her.
âI hate fencing with the Frenchâ, you start to explain after a bit with a serious note underneath your voice, âI lost my last Olympic Individual Final against a reckless fencer with the most annoying Parisian accent everâ
Another moment passes, Alexia doesnât pressure you but can feel you relax when she places her hand on your knee.
âLast time I was in Paris, I injured myself. I was out for nine months and lost two major tournaments. This Olympics being hosted here as I was supposed to redeem myself and prove to be good enough at the same time? Really took a turn on me at firstâ, you avoid her gaze as you sum up one of your biggest fears to a stranger on a balcony viewing Parisâ landscape.
âI needed a place to escape without running awayâ
âAnd here we are, facing Paris from a hiding spotâ
How the footballer manages to understand you so well in such a short amount of time, in such an unusual setting, is really something that surprises you. Your eyes meet and you can distinctly feel your heart skip a bit.
âI befriended a handyman, this floor is for staff only as some sort of control roomâ
âThis explains the private balconyâ
âI should have started with this and not the unasked story of my lifeâ
You can still feel Alexiaâs hand on you, mindlessly caressing your leg as you try not to implode and hide the redness of your face. She smirks.
âWeâll play France in the semifinalâ, she says with a hint of disbelief and irony.
âFuck the Frenchâ, you state solemnly, âItâs basically a wanna-be repeat of the Champions Leagueâs final, youâre going to be fineâ
âIf you just jinxed itââ
âI did not, I know an Olympic Champion when I see oneâ
The burst of confidence and the firmness in your voice, despite the easy way youâre both talking about Spainâs next game, are enough to subside the noises inside Alexiaâs head â your voice is a good distraction and your presence is a welcoming discovery.
âHow is it?â
âWhat?â
The blondeâs finger points at the piece of gold still hanging on your neck, youâre just glad itâs her other hand as you look back and forth between her and the medal.
âYou won enough to know how it isâ
âItâs my first Olympicsâ
âIn Italian thereâs a word, I donât know if you have the same difference in Spanish. Itâs olimpionico and itâs not like olimpico â olympicâ
âYou never go for the straight answer, do you?â, she interrupts you with a teasing smile.
âNo, never done anything the straight way my entire life, now let me go on with my wise and deep talkâ, you graciously â and quite bravely on your part, if you must say so yourself â drop your arm around her shoulder, releasing a breath as she smoothly adjusts her body closer.
âOlimpionico is formed from the Greek ážżÎÎťĎÎźĎΚι, which means âcompetitions of Olympiaâ so our Olympic Games, and the root of νΚκΏĎ, that I donât know to explain how but can be translated with âvictoryâ or âwinnerâ and you have to trust me on this oneâ, youâve never been happier with your strict education and the Italian questionable school system.
âIâm still waiting for the pointâ
âI mean to say we have a specific word for an Olympic athlete who doesnât just compete in the Olympic Games but actually winsâ
âYou won enough Olympic medals to know how it isâ
âThe last time we won bronze as a team and I lost the gold against the obnoxious Frenchwoman, Alexia, keep upâ, youâre perfectly aware of her hand on your thigh and her eyes burning on your face â she definitely noticed your red cheeks and the cracks on your walls.
âItâs my first Individual gold and this is my first Team gold, itâsâ I donât know how to explain, but itâsââ
âItâs olimpionico?â, she indulges you, her accent around the Italian word is way more charming than the French one.
âYou get itâ
âOlympic Champion sounds so uncool nowâ
As the night turns into a darker shade of black and the Paris lights really do the cityâs name justice, you feel like thereâs something profound linking you with the athlete curled on your side.
Itâs a shared desire to prove yourself to everyone, while wanting to make just a few close people proud. Itâs a shared hunger to be the best among some of the greatest, but to make sure the ones around you shine as much.
Itâs a shared feeling, deep inside, telling youâre right where youâre supposed to be.
#woso x reader#alexia putellas x reader#woso fanfics#woso imagine#alexia putellas#fencer!reader#woso#olympics au#ap11#here we go again#hope you like it#even if you dont care about fencing#my wo(rd)so
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After a long wait, (thanks depression) my fic where Alastor rails you in a sundress is finally here.
Alastor x Reader
Reader is AFAB
CW: dub con, stalking, rough sex, explicit content, porn no plot, plot where, plot who
Sundress Summer
It was a hot, but not unpleasantly so day in hell.Â
The perfect time for wearing a sundress to the picnic Charlie had organized for the bonding exercise of the day. The first thing you noticed as you came to the end of the well-maintained stone walkway was the large red and white checkered tablecloths which covered two sizeable wooden picnic tables to your right. The pleasant breeze caused the edges of the fabric to flutter against the sides of the tables.Â
A massive spread of food covered both surface areas; it was more than they could all eat truly but it was clear Charlie had tried her best to create another memorable experience for her guests. You smiled from ear to ear with joy at the sight of all your friends together enjoying a day at the park. Husk and Angel Dust were seated on one of the benches lining the massive spread, the spider demon trying his best to get Husk to eat the grape he was attempting to feed him.Â
"C'mon, just let me feed ya one." Angel whined at the former overlord pushing the piece of fruit towards him.Â
"Cut that shit out, I can feed myself." Husk growled gruffly, as he swatted half-heartedly at Angel's hand before relenting. "Just one, and then leave it alone alright?"
Husk took a surveying glance around to ensure no one was watching the two of them. You quickly looked in the opposite direction to your left, faining interest in a passing butterfly so as not to intrude on their moment. You tried your best to hide a delighted smile.Â
With a resigned sigh, Husk let Angel gently feed him a lone grape. "Ah yeah, you like that in ya mouth daddy?" Angel says salaciously with a flirtatious grin.Â
"Fucking hell, you just had to go and make it weird didn't you," Husk scolded, before giving the tall demon a small shove. You did your best to hold in a laugh, ensuring not to make eye contact with the duo. Your ocular muscles searched for the rest of the group, coming to a stop when you spotted Charlie, excitedly pointing to something in the distance.Â
"Ohmygosh Vaggie look!!" She exclaimed excitedly, her words strung all together in exuberance. "I can't believe this Infernenta plant is flowering!" Charlie said before skipping joyfully over towards the flowering bush.Â
She skipped joyfully over towards the flowering bush, her girlfriend watching with a loving expression. Eyes which were usually fierce and full of rage softened before she followed after Charlie. âYeah, thatâs really cool babe.â She said, her voice beginning to fade as she walked further away from you.Â
You smiled fondly as you watched them goâthe two of them were very sweet together. Niffty quickly took over your vision as she dashed around, pulling your attention away from the two lovebirds. She held her needle high in the air with her little hand; she was on the hunt, chasing a particularly large bug.Â
With a small shudder, you turned around and headed towards an opening in the woods, determined to explore. The thoughts in your busy mind dwelled on the members of your unorthodox group of friends until it occurred to you that had not yet seen Alastor. You wondered what he could be up toâthough he rarely joined in on bonding activities.Â
You pondered deeply on how glad you were to have met them all as your feet took you down a slightly overgrown path, large weeds sprouting between the cracks on the deteriorated stone passage. Lost in your internal musing, you failed to notice a pair of glowing red eyes watching you from the distance; the hunter was tracking your every move.Â
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The Radio Demon watched you from the shadows, hidden behind massive amounts of lush, green, foliage. It was a position most familiar to him from his time alive, hiding from plain sight while he waited for the perfect moment to approach his prey. He watched you with an ill-intended gaze, as the short patterned material of your sundress highlighted the beautiful curves of your body. An unfamiliar feeling of desire coursed through him as he feasted his eyes on the sight of you wandering, helplessly alone. You were completely unaware of the danger that lurked behind youâthe perfect, irresistible prey.Â
Alastor was more than well-adjusted to the way the others at the hotel viewed his presence. He was infamous for the danger he posed, but you seemed content to naively ignore the threat he posed. Perhaps that was why he now found himself obsessed with you, needing to be constantly closer to you. No amount of effort could dissuade his need to be close to you; any amount of distance was simply unacceptable. The very lack of your presence had become most intolerable, to the point he found himself stalking you through the shadows, unable to look away from your gentle form.Â
At first, these feelings had angered him. Alastor had tried his best to make you fear him, unused to all of the new sensations you evoked in him. Popping up from the shadows, scaring you when you were alone in the dimmed hallways of the hotel. You had always laughed in response, slapping his chest playfully as you laughed at his joke and were it anyone he would skin them alive for the unwanted touch. He found it most irritating when you would pull away as if your hand should ever be anywhere but on him.Â
He started going out of his way to touch youâto make you uncomfortable. It was certainly not because he craved the feeling of your soft, warm, skin under his hand. It became a game heâd play, a way to see how far he could go, how long you would let his hand linger on you. Could he rouse a blush to those beautiful cheeks of yours? Somehow, he rather felt as though he might be losing the game you werenât even aware you were playing.Â
Many nights he spent time thinking about how your soft, shiny, hair would feel when he pulled your head back, locks wound around his claws. What noises your sweet, little, lips might let slip, the sight of your kind eyes widening.Â
Would you let him ruin you if he tried?Â
The question consumed him as he brought himself back to the sight of his beautiful prey: you. His eyes focused on your radiant presence while your face lit up in delight. You had stumbled upon a beautiful abandoned structure. It appeared this was once a grand gazebo, but time had eroded the marble away. Faint cracks could be seen amongst the vines and foliage that almost concealed it completely from view.Â
He watched as you were unable to resist the urge to explore, pushing aside some of the greenery covering the entrance. You stepped inside, your graceful form illuminated by slivers of Heavenâs light, shining like sunlight through the thick canopy surrounding the structure.Â
You were almost completely obstructed from the view of anyone who might come along and it sent a shiver down his backâwhat a delightful thought, to always have you to himself.Â
He stalked forward slowly, careful to remain quiet so you would not ruin his little game too early. Hunting for sport was second nature to the demon; hiding amidst the shadows was something Alastor had become quite familiar with. The sight of you blissfully unaware of the potential danger you were in was almost too much to bare; he needed to start the next round of his manipulative little game lest you broke him before he got the chance to break you.Â
He materialized behind you, his form becoming more corporeal until he was a solid mass that you bumped into when you took a step back. You let out a most exquisite scream of fear as he startled you and a wide, malicious grin spread across his face. You turned quickly to face him, and he watched as your facial expression melted into relief. He was unsure how he felt about the sensation bubbling in his stomachâhe brought you ease. Alastor lived to strike fear into the hearts of others, but he could make an exceptionâjust this once. Â
"Oh, it's just you. That's such a relief." You said with a genuine smile.Â
"My, my... You are quite a sight for sore eyes. I could just eat you up." Alastor almost purred, his voice thick with his usual filter. Static popped in the air as he stepped closer to you; after such a long hunt, he was so close to getting what he wanted.
"You mean me?" You squeaked in disbelief, insecurity seeping through your voice.
"See here, exactly how fetching I find you, darling." Alastor told you, before grabbing your wrist.Â
He guided your soft palm to the hardness barely contained by his trousers, a true test to see how far he could push you. How much you would allow him to greedily take? Would this be the time he finally pushed you too far and you realized the peril you were in, being the object of his dark fascination?Â
He watched hungrily as your eyes widened in surprise, a pretty pink tongue darting out to wet your lips.Â
âThis is all for me?â You asked, voice laced in awe and he wanted to consume you.Â
You were a curious creature, a difficult prey to understand. You never gave him the responses he was expecting, and yet always gave him a response he enjoyed. Rather than flee from the evident danger you found yourself in, you seemed quite pleased at his forward and lewd actionsâwhat a foolish girl.Â
âWell of course my dear, who else would it be for?â Alastor teased, his voice full of amusement as he gestured to the empty overgrown gazebo. He brought a clawed hand down to cover your own, his large hand dwarfing your much smaller one as he pressed your hand closer to the tent in his pants. He let out a strangled groan at the much-needed contact, his usual composure falling apart every minute he spent in your presence. âThe things you do to me, pet. This is all for you, because of you.âÂ
He thrust his hips up into your touch, chasing your nimble fingers before he allowed himself to regain control of himself. He melted away into the shadows with a quick use of his powers and the warm tension of having him pressed against you was gone. It was amusing to him how evident you made it that you were desperate for his touch. A menacing laugh echoed around the gazebo as he slid up from the pool of shadows at your feet behind you, shoving you back into the siding of the shelter. You fell briefly, your sundress bunching around your hips exposing your cunt and the tiny piece of fabric that covered it from view.Â
You were an absolute vision, he noted. He was addicted to this version of you, vulnerable and needy for him and him alone. Slowly, painstakingly slowly, Alastor brought his much larger hand to rest on your leg. His rough scarred skin pressed against your much softer skin, and you shivered against him beautifully. He wondered how long he could stand to do this to you, playing with you simply because he knew youâd let himâcould he finally make you snap?
He teasingly brought his hand up your thigh, ghosting a finger along your clothed slit. He swallowed a hungry growl as a fresh round of wetness gushed into your panties at even the faintest touch. Every single stroke, every touch, was methodical and plannedâhe wanted to watch you come undone. He held himself with tension, holding himself back from ruining you completely.Â
You lifted your hips just enough, wordlessly signalling to him just how eager you were. It broke the hold he had over himself, the shred of control he kept in place to protect you. He shredded the flimsy undergarment, letting it drop by your feet as an unusable scrap of fabric. His fingers traced harsh, heavy circles around your swollen clit and it was pure bliss to watch as you threw your head back, releasing a muffled cry of bliss.Â
He plunged a dexterous finger into you without warning. A ragged, desperate moan escaped your lips and he watched as your face seemed to glow a bright scarlet in humiliation. He curled his finger inside of you, watching as your body shook for him but it wasnât enough. He needed to drive his cock deep inside you, to feel your pussy clench around him while you moaned just like that. Despite the fact you should be ashamed, you rutted against him and it was enough to drive the best of men madâand Alastor was not the best of men by a long shot.Â
He pulled his finger out of you, bringing it to his mouth before licking it clean. He swiftly undid his belt, before moving to pull the zipper on his pants down. The sound reverberated in the small hidden gazebo and he watched as you dripped in anticipation for himâhe hadnât hungered like this in centuries. He tugged his trousers down around his firm thighs and his massive cock sprung free. You let out a small whimper as you looked at his cock, a mixture of anticipation and fear shining in your eyes.Â
âI can assure you, darling, that it will fit. Youâre going to take every single inch of me.â Alastor commanded; the incredulous look in your eyes only spurring him on.Â
He watched as your pussy clenched desperately with need around empty air, and his rock-hard cock glistened with precum. You were a marvel to behold.Â
âAlastor, please, donât make me wait any longer. IâI need you.â You admitted with a plea, a blush dusting across your face from the sound of your own needy voice.Â
He pushed you further back against the siding of the forgotten structure you had found yourselves in, your back hit the siding with a soft thud. He lifted your leg up to wrap it around his waist as he slotted himself against your dripping pussy, rubbing the swollen head of his member between your folds, before he pushed to be inside of you.Â
He moved slowly, inch by inch until his considerable length was seated within you. Your warm walls gripped him tightly and he let out a shaky groan. An aggressive buzz, filled with fizzles and pops, filled the air as he made himself wait, letting you adjust to his large size. His eyes glowed as he gazed down at you fondly. âYouâre such a good girl, taking all of me so well. Youâre mine now.â He growled possessively, a hand coming up to grip your waist. âSay it, tell me who you belong to.âÂ
There was a manic edge to his words, a need for you to understand that he owned you.Â
âYou. I belong to you, Alastor!â You cried out in pleasure, without hesitation, and he picked up his pace in response. You were such a good girl; you knew exactly where you belonged. His hips slammed his cock in and out of you, chasing your delightful cries and screams.Â
The final strand of control within him snapped as he looked upon your debauched form. His antlers grew high and heavy above his head, his eyes becoming dials as he lost himself in his desire for you. His cock swelled within you, so large that he feared he might just break you. You released a soft whimper as he felt the head of his cock bumping into your cervix, but rather than push him away, you clawed at him to bring him closerâyou were perfection.Â
âI never imagined Iâd feel so complete being inside you like this, darling.â Alastor confessed, lost in the throes of ecstasy. He brought a hand up, lavishing his attention on your clit as he picked up the pace. He felt your body begin to shake and he knew it wouldnât be long, he felt you coming undone with every stroke of his digits, every thrust of his colossal member was bringing you closer to the edge.Â
âAlastor, donât stop! Iâm getting close!â You pleaded desperately.Â
Immediately at your words, he stopped completely. He rested his fingers on your throbbing clit, his dick painfully still inside of your tight heat. You let out a frustrated sob, a lone tear welling up in your eyes and he leaned forward to lick it off your cheek. The sight of you, a desperate and quivering mess was enough to move even the staunchest of sadists.Â
âPlease, please, please.â You begged, all sense of dignity lost. A tear fell down your cheek and he relished the moment of triumph in his twisted game. The sight of you crying and desperate beneath him brought him a degenerative sense of gleeâhe needed to make you cry more in the future. âAlastor, Iâve dreamed of this so often! I need toâplease letâif I could just cum!âÂ
âHmm, I should like to think to think a bright young girl such as yourself could articulate that better, my dear.â He replied, a sadistic smile stretching across his face as he leered down at you.Â
âYouâre being so cruel.â You cried out, voice dripping with desperation and it fed the hunger deep within him. He had no witty retort to return to your criesâhe wanted you to beg. âPlease, Iâm begging youâIâve touched myself thinking of you so many times. I never even dreamed you would return my desire. I canâtâI need you to moveâto fuck me silly until I cum around your giant cockâplease.â
You pleaded sweetly, your voice dripping with desperation and need for him that brought him immense joy and good girls got rewarded.Â
âYour pleas are music to my ears pet, I suppose theyâve earned you a reward. Youâre so pretty when you beg.â He asserted before resuming his brutal pace. Beautiful euphoric tears fell down your cheeks, painting them so prettily, as he fucked into you. He felt you tighten around him, and in a direct constant to his rough pace, he brought his other hand up to gently cradle your face. He pressed his lips to yours, moaning as your soft lips parted to allow his tongue to explore your mouth. He laid claim to every inch of you he touched.Â
âAlastor!â You cried into his mouth, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. You collapsed into him, allowing him to support your weight as he continued to fuck into your quivering body. Your cunt clenched deliciously around him as you rocked your hips backwards, chasing the friction he provided desperately. The sight of you so thoroughly debauched combined with the sensation of your walls gripping him tightly sent him over the edge. He shot thick ropes of cum inside of you as he finished with a loud groan, breaking away from the kiss.
The sound of your combined panting and heavy breathing filled the otherwise silent air, and he rested his head in the crook of your neck. âMa biche, that was even better than I could have possibly imagined.â He praised, mumbling the words into your neck. You both lay intertwined for a while, neither wanting to break the silence and end the moment.
âWe should find the others before they find us, but Iâd love to do this again.â You said, and he could hear the desperate plea in your voiceâgood.Â
âOf course we will do this again, you belong to me now.â He replied, matter-of-factly.Â
He snapped his two fingers together, returning the two of you to your prior state of dress. The mess was gone as if it had never been there, though he loathed to return your undergarments to you. âShall we, darling?âÂ
You shot him a contented smile as you linked your arm with his, allowing him to lead you back to where the rest of the group was still enjoying the picnic.
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