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Take emo Bill Cipher.
#bill cipher#gravity falls#gravity falls fanart#i'm going to regret this#this is a mistake#let's drive into oncoming traffic#i almost burnt the house down#instructions unclear
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hear me out, hear me out, chiluc but they kkiss⌠and and hhug.. and maybe even hhold handsâŚ. idkâŚ..
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is there a cure for stupidity. Genuine question here o just keep fucking up somehow
#I almost burnt down the house AGAIN.#Iâm so mad at myself and Iâve ruined yet ANOTHER surge protector#and electrocuted my thumb while I was at it#fuCK
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for yâall who arenât familiar w fma: ed joined the military when he was like. 12 btw
#child who is built fucking different#attempted human transmutation. it rebounded ofc and he paid the toll with his leg. alphonse paid it with his whole body#ed just. bandages his leg and then goes back through the portal for alâs soul. gives up his arm for it#mustang comes through to recruit him. so he undergoes surgery for automail#instead of taking the full recovery period of three years he fucking does it in ONE#AND THEN FUCKIN. PASSES HIS STATE ALCHEMIST EXAM AT 13.L2. AFTER THREATENING THE PRESIDENT BTW#refuses to stay down refused to give up#mustang hollering at him gave him the fuckin motivation he needed to try to get their bodies back#doesnât give a fuck about the military doesnât give a fuck about serving his country or whatever. just wants to see his brother again#and will do almost anything to make that happen#kid who is so so scared but refuses to give that fear a voice. and just keeps moving no matter what#edward elric you are#insane JFKJWCKKWG#SHIT LIKE THIS WOULDVE BROKEN A LOT OF ADULTS#AND THIS 11 YEAR OLD GOES //PUT ME THROUGH PAINFUL SURGERY AND REHABILITATION FOR TWO LIMBS AT THE SAME TIME//#//GIVE ME ONE YEAR TO RECOVER ITS ALL I NEED//#AND THEN JOINS THE MILITARY. LIKE I#i love my son#anyways#oh also burnt his fucking childhood house down so he wouldnât have a reason to turn back and give up#no true home to go back to so they can only move forward. fuck me
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I find it funny how this old ass lady can tell me that all I do is eat because Iâm eating breakfast
Like, sorry Iâm eating constantly now maam, Iâll just go back to only eating dinn-
OH WAIT-
YOU GOT MAD AT ME WHEN ALL I ATE WAS DINNER TOO
Guess Iâll just starve thenđ¤ˇđ˝ââď¸
#I fucking hate that bitch#she can go jump off of a sky scraper#sheâs already almost burnt the fucking house down twice#because she wanted to put avocados in the PAPER BAG IN THE FUCKING OVEN AND TELL NO ONE#sheâs so fucking annoying
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Xie Lian pining so hard all the villagers are like "He needs his Emotional Support Xiao-Hua back" xD
#Me Talking#tian guan ci fu#heaven official's blessing#TGCF liveblogging#Yes I know at first they're asking for him because he's young and pretty and then later because Xie Lian almost burnt down his house#but still! He needs Hua Cheng! To look after him!
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Autism month is tomorrow I think Iâll just start telling people about the omegaverse
#I have a freakily encyclopedic knowledge about it#Idk why#once I explained it to my best friends older brother and then we almost burnt their house down
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Whoâs on top?
A more important question:
who has the better cooking skills?
Me.
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Walking barefoot through the dirty floors to reconnect to my house
#guess who's house burnt down like 5 months ago lol#they're rebuilding and there's pieces of wall all over the floor#brain think it no good but I didn't feel like putting my shoes back on lmao#There's this one piece of wall just on one of the stairs and I keep almost slippinh on it grahhhh
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GUESS WHO JUST GOT POLLS!!
started as just a test but now I actually want to know
#im so fucking happy#will i actually use them?#probably not#but having the option to feels great!#im on desktop rn#not sure about mobile#anyway#im forcibly banned from the kitchen#because even though I make good things sometimes!#it takes me too long#makes too much of a mess#and I've almost burnt the house down more than once#also they say I make it too spicy???#crazy#polls#I think im getting better though!#i made potato fries today#and the only casualty was me#so#progress!
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me after falling asleep with the ac on and it started overheating and making really loud concerning noises but i didnt wake up AT ALL and when i woke up it scared the shit out of međ
#genuinely almost burnt the house down#in my defense i hadnt slept in like three days#so not my fault#lex talking
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weâve been in this house for nearly four years now and my mom just refuses to make this house more comfortable. she refuses to buy furniture. she refuses to buy a cheap laptop, she refuses to buy tupperware. she refuses to put up curtains in the guest bedroom even though she has guests who visit often and always complain about how bright it is in the morning.
Literally every time someone comes to stay with us, they spend the entire time expressing how uncomfortable they are and asking us to please get this or that to help make it more habitable.
they literally come in and do a whole âDamn, bitch you live like this?â and iâm just standing there likeđ§ââď¸yes, she really does đ¤Śââď¸
#we have no furniture cuz the town she lived in burnt down so we live in this big house we got with her insurance and it has almost no furni#ture#she doesnât want to replace stuff#iâm sure itâs psychological but like jfc. how much is a couch? a couple hundred dollars?#i legitimately forget that sheâs not poor anymore because of our unnecessarily uncomfortable lifestyle#like mom we donât have to live like this.#i mean I have no money personally so i would be living like this anyway im just grateful to have a roof over my head and a bed to sleep in#but it would be nice if we owned a real couch#and like she fumbled submitting a resume and application to a job she really wanted because she didnât have a proper laptop#i was like mom technology is not super expensive anymore you can get a basic pc laptop for a couple hundred bucks#you donât have to live like this
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Happy house || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader
Summary: just a cute fic of the Cameron family being one big happy family and infatuated with you and Rafeâs daughter đĽ°
Warnings: breastfeeding (?) apart from that this is all fluff
Word count: 1388
A/n: this was so cute to write đĽšđĽš loved writing the fact that the Cameron family is tight-knit and love one another
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âGot everything?â Rafe glanced back at you, his hands full with bags laden with mostly Mabelâs things. You hummed contentedly, one hand gently adjusting the bucket hat on Mabelâs head while her plushy little hands playfully reached for your face, her giggles filling the air.
âWeâre not late are we?â You called out as the two of you boarded the Cameronâs luxurious yacht. âHmm? Not really, they can wait,â Rafe grinned, glancing around as you shook your head, a soft smile playing on your lips. âTheyâre here! Theyâre here!â Wheezieâs voice echoed excitedly from above deck, followed by the unmistakable sound of footsteps rushing towards you.
You shared an amused glance with Rafe as he shook his head affectionately. âWheezie, slow down!â Sarahâs voice called out in a mixture of exasperation and amusement, just before Wheezie came bounding around the corner, closely followed by Sarah, Rose, and Ward.
âHey!â You greeted them warmly, arms open for hugs all around. Wheezie and Ward gravitated towards you and Mabel, their faces lighting up at the sight of the youngest Cameron family member.
Wheezie squealed, bouncing up and down in excitement as she gently pinched Mabelâs cheek. âHey, easy there,â Rafe interjected firmly, earning a glare from his younger sister, though you couldnât help but laugh.
âItâs okay, Rafe, sheâs being gentle,â you reassured him with an affectionate smile, his protective nature endearing as always. âWanna take her, dad?â you offered to Ward, who nodded eagerly. âMay I?â he asked softly, reaching out to cradle Mabel in his arms.
âOf course you can, sheâs your granddaughter,â you chuckled, leaning in closer as Mabel reached out to Ward, her little arms outstretched in anticipation. You moved closer to Rafeâs side, his arm instinctively wrapping around your waist, pulling you in close. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his voice low with admiration as he whispered, âThey all look so happy.â
Jesus, Sarah. Stop shoving your phone in her face,â Rafe groaned, his tone edged with mild annoyance as he watched Sarah snap yet another 0.5 photo of Mabel. You couldnât help but stifle a laugh at the sight, knowing that it was always Sarahâs candid photos of Mabel that Rafe eventually looked back on with a chuckle.
âSend them to me,â you mouthed to Sarah, who winked in response, both of you giggling like schoolgirls. âWhat are you giggling about, hmm?â Rafe asked, looking down at you with a smile, his irritation quickly fading. âNothing, nothing,â you said, your smile widening. âJust excited to get to the island and have lunch together as a family again.â
Rafeâs smile softened, appreciating how much you valued these family moments. Before he could say more, Rose chimed in, glancing at her watch. âOkay, I think we should move this upstairs, donât you think?â she suggested. Everyone agreed, and the group began making their way up to the spacious upper deck. The Bahamas sun was bright overhead, casting a warm glow over the yacht.
âYou know, if you ever need a babysitter, Iâm right here,â Wheezie offered, linking her arm through yours as you ascended the stairs. She batted her eyelashes playfully, making you giggle at her antics. Rafe, close behind, scoffed. âYeah, as if Iâm letting you look after my kid by yourself.â
Wheezie rolled her eyes dramatically. âAnd why not?â Rafe gave her an incredulous look. âRemember the time you almost burnt down the house because you wanted to heat up chicken nuggets in the microwave?â Wheezie huffs, âThatâs not fair!â She protests, her cheeks flushing. âI didnât know you werenât supposed to put metal in the microwave!â
Your jaw dropped in mock horror as you imagined the scene. âExactly,â Rafe said, patting Wheezieâs head with a teasing smile. âYouâre not looking after Mabel by yourself. End of story.â He walked away, leaving Wheezie pouting with her arms folded. You squeezed her arm reassuringly. âMaybe you can help out when Iâm around,â you suggested, trying to lift her spirits. Wheezie perked up a bit, her eyes brightening at the idea. âDeal!â she said, grinning.
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âGuys! You have to tan with me, the UV rays are insane right now!â Sarah called out from one of the outdoor loungers, her phone in hand as she checked the weather app. âIâll be right there!â you shouted back, finishing up changing Mabelâs clothes. You handed her to Rose and Ward, who eagerly took over entertaining their granddaughter with coos and smiles.
Rafe trailed behind you, intrigued by the idea of getting some sun. He settled next to you on the lounger, stretching out and letting the warmth of the sun wash over him.âHow are your boobs not saggy?â Sarah suddenly blurted out as she watches you tie up your hair, her curiosity getting the better of her.
âSarah!â Rafe hissed, shooting her a disapproving look.âShit, sorry. Is that a bad thing to ask?â Sarahâs face flushed slightly, realizing the bluntness of her question. You couldnât help but laugh, finding the situation amusing. Sarah joined in, her laughter a bit more nervous.
âIâm just asking. All my friends said that your boobs begin to sag because your baby is always sucking on them,â she explained, pushing her sunglasses up the bridge of her nose. âWhich one of your friends has a fucking baby at your age?â Rafe interjected, his expression one of pure disbelief.
âNone of them. They were just saying that,â Sarah shrugged nonchalantly. You giggled, reaching over to rub sunscreen on Rafeâs face where heâd missed a spot. âI think itâs different for everyone. I mean, I hope mine donât sag,â you said, glancing down at your chest and giving them a light, playful touch.
âYou have such nice tits, itâs really unfair, â Sarah sighed dramatically, leaning back and closing her eyes against the sun. Rafe raised an eyebrow, clearly done with the conversation. âIâm putting my AirPods in,â he announced, inserting them with a huff as you and Sarah chuckled.
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âMabel, come here,â Rafe clapped his hands with a gentle yet encouraging tone. Mabel babbled happily, steadying herself before taking a few small, determined steps towards you and Rafe; you were nestled against his chest as you cheered her on.
âKeep coming, sweetie,â you cooed softly, your hands ready to catch her. Eventually, Mabel reached you and crashed into your waiting arms with a squeal. You kissed her chubby cheek affectionately, âGood job, baby girl!â You lifted her up in the air, as she squealed with joy.
Rafe took the moment to take a photo, capturing the pure happiness on both your faces. As Rafe looked through the many photos already taken, you couldnât help but notice how Mabel lingered close to your chest.
âAre you hungry, bels?â You asked gently, brushing a stray lock of hair away from her face. Glancing at your phone, you noticed it was about time for Mabelâs next feeding.
With Rafe still focused on his phone, a small smile gracing his lips as he looked through the photos of you and Mabel, you adjusted your bikini top and began to nurse Mabel.
Noticing the quietness, Rafe briefly looks down, his eyes widening slightly. âJesus, kid,â he muttered under his breath, quickly reaching behind him to grab his shirt.
âWhat? Mabel was hungry,â you said innocently, as Mabel peers up to the both of you. Rafe didnât mind you breastfeeding in public, if his baby girl was hungry, she was hungry. But he always made sure to help you cover up with a blanket when you puly down your top, his protective instincts kicking in.
Rafeâs gaze darted around, making sure no one was watching. âYou shouldâve let me know beforehand so I couldâve helped you cover up,â he murmured, adjusting the shirt and to peek at Mabel.
You chuckled softly, appreciating his concern and love. Mabel watched the two of you with wide, curious eyes as she nursed contentedly. "Next time I will," you assured him, reaching over to pat his thigh affectionately.
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yall I just want to recap how my morning has went because I am an absolute mess
Ok so I get hungry. So I put some rice in a pot and cook it. Then I go outside to play with my dogs and completely forget about the rice. And then, I go to work on my writers' thing, because I procrastinated and have to get the entire thing finished today. And then I go out of my room to get my dog a toy because he kept chewing on my clothes like a fucking moth. And then all I can see is smoke and I thought whos burning the house down and it's mE I'M THE ONE BURNING THE HOUSE DOWN
It still smells like smoke
#why am i like this#i almost burnt my house down#help#i keep forgetting#this is the second time#that happened
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Everybody knows that Iâm a good girl, officer.
Officer!Agnes x reader
Summary: After almost burning your house down because of your boyfriend you end up at the police office, being interrogated by your ex girlfriend.
Warnings: +18, smut, dom/sub dynamics, dom!Agatha, bratty sub!reader, handcuffs, chocking, hair pulling, degrading kink, praise kink, strap on, slight spanking kink, daddy kink, fluff.
Word count: 4k
A/N: this is my first fic so I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing! Also english is not my first language <3
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You honestly didnât know how it happened, one minute you were screaming at your cheater of a boyfriend and his fucking side chick and the next thing you remember was running out of the house, trying to get away from the flames.
You sighed in relief, finally at home after a long and stressful day at work, your boss was being a bitch again and making you do extra hours just because she feels like it. God how you hated her, you just wanted to go home, have a nice dinner and watch some bad movie with your boyfriend.Â
As you reached your door, searching for your keys inside of your needlessly big purse you heard a sound coming from inside of the house, making you stop immediately, what was that? Again, another noise, was it⌠a moan? Pressing your ear to the door you heard it once again⌠and again⌠those were definitely moans âwhat the fuck?â Was he watching porn or something? I mean you couldnât blame him if he did, you were barely home, but then you heard it, someone moaning his name.Â
Your heart stopped for a moment, he could not⌠could he?Â
With shaky hands and ringing ears you carefully opened the door, the sight of candles all around the hall and into the living room making you shake your head, no, no no no no no, three years, three years of relationship, this couldnât be happening, right? He wouldnât throw it all away, not like that, right? Your mind was playing with you, it had to be that.
Slowly, you made your way to said living room, the moans and grunts getting louder, and your heart pace getting quicker, and then you saw it, you wereât crazy, it was really happening âYou motherfuckerâ your hoarse voice causing the room fall silent, your now, ex boyfriend, throwing the blonde girl off his lap, watching as she immediately put her clothes on and ran through the door, you didnât care a bit about her.
You only focused how he made his way to you, the noises of him trying to talk to you into a pit of lies sounded blurry.
âHoney, itâs not what it looks like I swearâ mhm⌠what a cliche lie,
âItâs her fault! She seduced meâ great try, another one,Â
âIâm so sorry, my loveâ huh, that was a good one⌠no,
âItâs not my fault youâre never home to get me off, I had to find someone else!â oh there was it, that son of a bitch.
Everything went red, you werenât conscious of what you were doing, throwing everything your hands reached at him, screaming how much of a stupid fucker he was, not even trying to hide it, doing it in your own fucking home! And you didnât realize one of the many things you threw at him was one of the big candles he set, hitting against the curtains.
It happened too fast, there was fire everywhere, and you stood there, frozen in the middle of the living room, staring at the burnt out wall, realizing what a stupid thing you did, I mean you didnât even love him, you never did, but you trusted him, and you felt fucking betrayed.Â
It wasnât until a big flame got into your view you got out of your shock and ran out of the house, a police car already waiting for you.
And now here you were, sat in the interrogation room, leg shaking with anxiety and your heel kicking the floor repeatedly, staring at the door as if someone would appear faster. Youâve been waiting like 20 minutes already, and you knew there was only one person in the police office at this hour so you didnât understand why she was making you suffer like this.
Itâs something she have always loved to do.
As those thoughts ran through your head the door opened, revealing the brunette woman, she leaned against the door after closing it, studying you for a moment, she tried to grasp everything around her head, trying to understand the reason behind all of this âIâm very curious⌠what made you burn your house down and nearly killing you and your boyfriend?â
You scoffed and the last word ânot my boyfriend, not after tonightâ your words sounded furious and⌠painful, you squirmed in the chair, feeling quite uncomfortable âI didnât mean to ok? You know Iâm not that crazyâÂ
Agnes and you had a⌠situationship in the past, you both wanted more, wanted a serious relationship but her work and schedule were a problem, you barely saw her once a week or two causing you to argue a lot, so you both decided to part ways and stay friends, it was the best for both of you.
Or thatâs what you wanted to believe anyway.
The older woman hummed, detaching herself from the door and sitting on the chair in front of you âI knowâ of course she knew, she knew you werenât capable of hurting a flower âthatâs why Iâm asking youâÂ
You looked up at her from your fidgeting hands âI caught that fucker cheating, alright? I-I got furious and started throwing things at him and maybe⌠accidentally, I threw him a lit candleâ replaying the scene in your head you let out a giggle, seeing his stupid face was worth it after all âbut honestly Agnes? I donât regret a thingâ
Well⌠maybe you were a little crazy.
She fought back a smirk, she couldnât blame you, he deserved it, she always knew that bastard wasnât good for you, and if she had found out about it before she would have done the same thing, or worse, no one but she can mess with her girl âwell, Iâm sorryâ she wasnât, at all âbut Iâm afraid you have to spend the night in the tankâ
What? No
No way you were gonna spend a second in that hell hole.
And just like that, an idea crossed your mind, it was risky but you knew very well it would work, for both of you.
âBut⌠Aggieâ you whined, looking at her with doe eyes, yes⌠you were playing that card âyou know Iâm a good girlâ she flinched in surprise, feeling your foot caress her leg under the table.Â
Those eyes, those fucking eyes.
You were playing a dangerous game, but oh⌠two can play this game and she hates to lose.
Without saying a word she got up, slowly making her way around the table, you watched her intently, like a prey watching her hunterâs next move, and then suddenly you let out a gasp, she threw your chair back with a kick, caging you between her arms, resting them on each side of the chair.
âAre you? Because I only remember you being a fucking bratâ she was so close, so close you could smell her woody perfume, her breath against your face, fuck how youâve missed her, every smell, every touch, every word of hers.
No one could ever compare to Agnes.
âAnd I remember you loving it⌠you loved to fuck the brattiness out of me, you loved to shut me up shoving your dick in my mouthâ your hand carefully ran up her leg, watching her breath hitch you never took your eyes off hers, and just as you reached her crotch you felt something hard, making you bite you lip âyou havenât changed a bit Agnes, always packing around with that purple d-âÂ
She didnât let you finish, grabbing you by the throat, shoving you up and against the wall, earning a huffed grunt from you and grabbing her wrist for support.
There she was, the rough Agnes you always loved, how she lost control of herself because of you, it made you weak on the knees, your mind already fogging into submission, but you had to fight it back, you wanted to test her limits, to totally break her, and let her break you from the inside in return.
On her end she knew she should tease you further, see how far you were capable of going but she was so weak for you, all this time apart from you, trying to find you in other girls but there wasnât anyone like you, she only wanted you, she needed you, like she knew you needed her.
âYouâre playing a dangerous game you know youâll lose to here, petâ
God, you loved when she called you that, her pet, her plaything, her doll to play around anytime and anywhere she wanted.Â
No.
Focus.
Break her.
âIs that the best you can do Aggie? Aww, maybe I was wrong, maybe youâve lost your sparkâÂ
Yes, yes, yes, that was the look you were searching for, that rough, primal look that sent you into a subspace without hesitation, you were ready to take whatever she wanted to give you.
Agnes pushed her leg between yours, pressing against your center, watching as your face squirmed in pleasure, she always found it fascinating how she could pull these kind of reactions out of you with such little actions âyou really think youâre in control here, hm?â
You both knew the answer, you both knew there was no way you could take control.
âA-Agnes, is this really the place to do this?â Your voice came out hushed and shaky, your mind fighting to get a hold of itself.
The older woman chuckled darkly at your state âoh please, donât tell me youâre chickening out now dollâ and she knew you were right, the interrogation room was no place for this but she knew too neither of you were gonna be capable of waiting another second.Â
She would deal with the consequences later.
Her hand on your throat loosened, letting you breathe for a bit, they travelled down your figure, stopping on your waist, her eyes burning into yours, you saw her expression change for a moment âyou have no idea how much I missed youâ
Shit, this wasnât in your plan.
You gulped, trying to loose the nervous knot in your throat âI missed you too, every fucking dayâ your voice came out in a whisper, as if you were telling her your deepest secret, and maybe it was.Â
Agnes pulled you close, her hands tightening around your waist as if you were going to disappear from her grasp, she had to make sure this was real and not just a dream.
Your lips ghosted against hers, your hands caressing her face, eyes still locked on each other, both of you trying to search for any sign of regret âare you sure you want this?â that made you nod eagerly âI need words babyâ
âYes, yes Aggie, I want you⌠I need youâ
And then her lips were on yours, it was slow and sweet at first, both of you trying to savour the moment after all these years apart, but just as a moan escaped your lips Agnes lost it, her tongue asking for entrance licking your lip, you immediately let her, submitting to her, letting her take control of the kiss.Â
You were always so good to her, always her good girl.
She walked backwards until her legs hit the table turning you both around âupâ she simply said patting your hip softly, causing your puffy lips break into a smile, and of course you obeyed her, hopping on the table before grabbing her by the collar and smashing your lips against hers again.
Your impatient hands deciding to rip her flannel shirt after various failing attempts unbuttoning it, the action making the older woman to laugh against your lips âyouâre buying me a new oneâÂ
You huffed âyou have plenty of those, officerâ she smirked at the new title.
âCute, but I like the old title betterâ her hands making their way into your pencil skirt, stroking your inner thighs, realizing how much she missed your soft and warm skin, how she missed having those thighs around her head, clenching and unclenching with every one of her touch.
âOkay⌠daddyâÂ
And just with that her whole mind went feral, grabbing the slit of your skirt she ripped it in two, making you gasp and looking at her in disbelief âwell, now weâre evenâ before you could spit back at her she cupped your cunt, your head falling back with a moan âfuck, did I make you this wet, pet?â She bit her lip, rubbing the wet spot on your thong with her fingers.Â
âYou know you always do, even only the thought of you doesâ That stroked her ego, thinking how you got this messy only thinking of her, after all this time, it made her even more eager to ruin you.
You watched her as she got on her knees, your breath hitching as she travelled your thighs with kisses, pushing your legs apart so she could tease you further but never where you really wanted her.Â
You knew what she wanted, teasing you like that, playing with the stripes of your thong with her fingers, but you just whined, grabbing her head attempting to push her to your center but she just sat back, looking at you with a raised eyebrow âcome on⌠itâs not that hard to ask me nicely if you want it that bad, dollâ
Groaning desperately, your mind trying to fight back the words you just stared at her with heavy breath, her eyes watching your every desperate move, knowing very well the fight that was going on in that pretty head of yours.
And she knew exactly how to get it out of you.
âDo it for me, pet, come on beg for daddyâ she then continued with her kisses, now starting from your ankle, watching as you gripped the ends of the table tightly âbe a good girl and beg for me to fuck you, sweet thingâ
Your jaw hanged low, your eyebrows furrowing in total desperation.
Come on, you just have to say the word.
Be a good girl.
Her good girl.
âPleaseâÂ
It came out shaky, her kisses stopping to look at you âplease, please fuck me Aggieâ
Yes, much better.Â
She had you just where she wanted you âthere you are, my good girlâ
Then you both rushed to discard your thong and the ripped skirt before she locked your legs around her shoulders, finally burring her head in your center, giving your clit a long lick that had both of you moaning, your hand flying to her hair, pushing her further into you, wanting to feel her even closer.
And she gladly did, wanting to get drunk of your taste, her skilled mouth nipping and sucking on your clit, loving every sound she pulled from you, holding your hips down as they desperately rolled towards her face.Â
Your back arched into nothing as you felt her two fingers tease your entrance âfuck, daddy pleaseâ your submission making the older woman chuckle only of the vibrations to go right to your core, causing you to let out a strangled moan.
And deciding to put your suffering to an end Agnes slowly pushed her large digits inside you, feeling your legs tense around her head, her pace painfully slow, to focused on your face and reactions, your head almost snapping back as she curled her fingers inside of you, making you struggle to breathe at the amount of pleasure she was giving you.
She could never get enough of you, your intoxicating taste and addicting sounds, she could spend the rest of her life between your legs, driving you absolutely mad with just her mouth and fingers, feeling your warm hole, how you clenched and unclenched around her fingers trying to last a little more only to have her like this.
Quickening her pace, her got up, pulling you into a deep kiss as her thumb continued the abuse on your clit, swallowing your whines and moans and letting you taste yourself, her free hand making itâs way inside of your top, finding your nipple and pinching it between her finger, she always loved how you went braless everywhere, making it easier for her to access.
And when she felt your core clench harder, knowing you were already close to your orgasm, all her movements stopped âw-what are you doing?â you whined out, tears threatening to spill from your eyes from the overstimulation.
âShh, itâs okâ she kissed your temple âopen your mouthâ
Without hesitating for a second you obeyed, her fingers slipping in, making you instantly close your mouth and suck, watching as her lips parted and pupils darkening in pleasure, your tongue playing with her fingers, cleaning them before she got them out, your mouth letting out a âpopâ sound.Â
She then suddenly pushed you off the table and turned you around, pressing your front against the cold surface, manhandling you in the position she wanted âyou better keep your hands thereâ she said locking your hands on your back.
âI will, daddyâ you bit your lip from giggling shaking your ass against the hard bulge in her pants, knowing the effect that action had on the woman.Â
There was silence for a moment, you could feel her eyes on you, and then-Â
slap!
You gasped in surprise, your body jumping forward âkeep that up and it wonât be the only oneâ you felt her deep voice right in your ear, her hand caressing you red and itchy bottom cheek.
You couldnât deny and say you didnât like it, on the contrary, it felt fucking good, but right now you just wanted her to fuck you raw, so just nodded keeping in mind to bring that side of her another time.Â
The sound of a belt unbuckling reached your ears, your heartbeat fastening in excitement and your legs rubbing against each other for some friction yes please, please, please, your hands twitched, needing to grab onto something, or to feel her under your touch âkeep. them. there.âÂ
It was easy, right?
Wrong.
You swallowed a whine in anticipation, feeling her hand running down your back, stopping on your waist, and just as you felt her rub against your entrance your hands flew to grab the table for support âoh⌠my poor petâŚâ she roughly grabbed your wrists, and after a second you felt something cold around them, and then a click âyou asked for itâÂ
Did she just put her handcuffs on you? Fuck, you shouldnât find it as hot as you found it.
She took advantage of that distraction to push herself inside of you, watching your whole body squirm in pain and pleasure while a loud moan escaped your lips, stilling for a moment, letting you adjust to her size, and it only took her seeing your hips start to push back into her to slide out almost entirely before roughly pushing into you again, the table cracking at the action âfuck!âÂ
She kept her rough but slow pace, the sounds of your moans and whines getting louder, oh how she missed having you like this, all fucked out because of her, your little brain only filled with her and the pleasure she was giving you.Â
You felt her hand interlock into your hair, and in a sudden move your back was flushed against her front, both of you seeing your reflexion in the mirror on the wall âlook at you⌠already so ruined and I just started fucking youâ you clenched around the strap, wishing she could feel how your body reacted to her words, but she could see it, she saw how your breath stopped for a second, how your eyes closed with a cute little frown on your eyebrows.
Her free hand made itâs way around your throat, squeezing it just the right amount to make your mind fog, your moans fighting to get out as her pace quickened, but it wasnât enough, you needed more âp-pleaseâ you managed to let out, looking at her through the reflexion.
Just like she could read your mind she removed her hand from your hair and painfully slow travelled down your body, rubbing and pinching your nipple, scratching your lower stomach, before finally making you roll your eyes back, pressing your clit between her fingers, while her dick hit that right spot it had you seeing stars.Â
The obscene sounds of your skin against hers and your strangled breath turning the older woman on more than she would admit, her praises in your ear as she abused your clit faster âGood girl⌠youâre doing so good for daddyâ
Your legs already shaking, the knot on your lower stomach getting harder to hold âd-daddy please, please let me cumâ your almost pornographic moans getting more desperate by the second âfuck- please Iâm so close!â
âCum for meâ it only took those words from her to reach your orgasm, your lips parting in an âoâ shape, summing all over her strap.
She slowed her pace, helping you through your orgasm, only stopping when your limb body fell on the cold table, making you shudder.
She let you catch your breath for a second, stroking your back up and down before she stood you up again, turning you around to see your fucked out face.
You opened your eyes to look at her smirking face, causing you to chuckle âhiâ you whispered, closing the gap between your lips, both of you humming âare you gonna uncuff me now, officer?âÂ
âNot yetâ she pecked your lips lovingly again before looking at you, with those demanding eyes âon your kneesâÂ
You stared at her for a second, your breath hitching once again in anticipation, and slowly you got on your knees before her, watching her with doe eyes âyou know what to do, clean your mess dollâ and that you did, your tongue darting out to lick her shaft from the base, never taking your eyes off hers, slowly taking the large, purple dick into your mouth.
Her hand rested on your cheek, her thumb softly wiping away a tear that fell from your eye, her shaft hitting the back of your throat âbreathe beautiful, through your noseâ she hummed as she held your face down, enjoying having you like this again, your mouth full of her, struggling to breathe and those beautiful tears on your face.Â
So fucking obedient for her.
When you started to cough around her she finally pulled out, helping you get up, and sitting you on the table while uncuffing you, her lips kissing all over your face as you recovered, your hands fisting on her navy blue tank top as soon as they were free âyou did so good for me, sweetheartâ she whispered against your lips, making you smile.Â
âThank you AggieâÂ
You rested your forehead against hers, both of you savoring the sweet moment, her hands tightly around your waist in a possessive and protective way.
These were the moments you missed the most, her sweet self taking care of you, making sure you were ok like she didnât just fuck your brains out a minute ago.
It was almost comical.
âSo⌠officer, am I still spending the night in the tank?â She laughed at that, kissing your forehead softly, you were insufferable.
âThinking about it⌠it will be the best if you spend the night at my placeâ you bit your lip suppressing a smile, you were too excited to wake up in the morning next to the older brunette woman âwhat do you think?â
âIâd love toâ you whispered before pulling her into a loving kiss.
She helped dressing up again, giving you a pair of sweats she had in her office, and when you were gonna leave her office she grabbed you hand, pulling you flush against her.
She stared at you trying to get the words out, you could see the fight she was having in her mind projected in those blue eyes, so you planted a soft kiss on her nose, your hands caressing her cheeks trying to calm her thoughts, and then she said it.
âBe mineâ
Your eyes locked, her eyebrows furrowing in worry as you took a second to reply, but when your lips broke into a smile she knew the answer.
âI have always been yours Agnesâ
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love language | origins!logan x f!reader
logan told you one million times he didnât want anything for his birthday⌠anything besides you, lingerie and the moonlight.
a/n: hiiii <33 lis disappeared but is back again and apparently still obsessed with the concept of hot old men unwrapping you like a present. the hugh jackman fever hit me VERY hard and im down bad cough cough enjoy! also to enhance the experience when i say âhe looked up at youâ pls picture him exactly like in this picture âđźand expect to feel something growing in ur belly in the next 9 months
wc: 4k
warnings: 18+ mdni. pure smut and fluff!! lingerie, logan is obsessed w reader, older!logan (i picture him in origins cause wtf is this man and reader in her early/middle 20s but up to you! legal ofc!!) fingering and eating out but brief cause reader is hot to go!, blowjob, facefucking & deepthroat (not rough), unprotected piv (wrap it up!), creampie, AFTERCARE!!! like SO MUCH logan is soooo soft!dom in this the whole time is like toothache sweet cause itâs a lis fic and yes. they are IN LOVE yall. oh and also reader is a kindergarten teacher (oops
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âStayâ
You grabbed his wrist the moment he recollected his will to leave the end of the bed. Loganâs eyes turned soft, finding you from over his shoulder and turning around to follow the sunlight that kissed your cheeks.
âI wish, angel,â he cooed, both hands brushing your cheeks while his body towered over you âbut someone already made me late, huh?â
You gave him a shy smile to meet the smirk that adorned his features, both of you sharing the memories of your bodies tangled just minutes prior. âWanted to give you a present,â you almost whispered, remembering the one hundred times he told you he didnât want anything for his birthday.
Not a cake, not a present, not a party. Nothing. Just you.
Loganâs smile faded, but you knew he wasnât mad. With large hands embracing your neck softly, he kissed you on the forehead, âtold you,â on the nose, âyou are,â on the jaw, âthe only thing i wantâ, and on your mouth, leaving the taste of him to linger on your lips throughout the whole day.
Your eyes slowly drifted up to find his gaze, the back of your head now resting on his palms.
âPromiseâ he gave you a sterner look before walking towards the door, âI promise,â you whispered, following as the smile you had earned earlier returned to his face, his back only turning to you when he heard the words fall from your lips.
But it was only a half promise. After all, he still wanted nothing but you, right?
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The day passed by very slowly. You didnât work on fridays, so you spent the most of it correcting some grades and planning the activities for your next weekâs classes. You missed the kids, you canât lie, and having glue and glitter all over your house definitely distracted you from the little something that was waiting patiently inside a very fancy box on the back of your closet.
The sun was setting around the time Logan would be home and you also had finished all the things you had planned earlier, so you used the time you had to take a shower and get ready.
The scent of some very sweet flower graced your nostrils when you pulled the lid of the heart-shaped box. Your eyes glowed in awe when your fingertips brushed the delicate baby pink lace, the little hairs on your lower belly goosebumping with anticipation, thinking how beautiful youâd feel in it and how the man that loved you would feel about you in it.
And thatâs when you heard his steps on the stairs.
Logan arrived silently, and in part to make sure you hadnât burnt yourself out making some sort of surprise for him. Itâs not that he didnât trust you, but all the glitter and glue on the table and the all the silence scared him a bit.
âBaby?â He called you while undressing himself down to his black t-shirt and boxers. âOh, hey you,â his expression softened when his eyes found your head peaking from the bathroom door, gaze savoring the sight of him slowly unbuckling his belt.
âHow was your day?â you asked watching him from the same spot, the muscles of his arms flexing when he reached to close the door and turn off the lights. Exactly how he said, the only things he wanted for his birthday were you, the lingerie he still didnât know about, and the moon watching the two of you through the window.
âGreat. Apparently someone told the guys it was my birthday and they let me work on paper today. So⌠Not so tired as I usually am.â
âIâm not sorry for that,â you smiled, knowing exactly who told the guys it was his birthday.
âI know,â he reciprocated your smirk, offering a hand in your direction. âCome here.â
Your breath got momentarily caught in your throat, excitement bursting in your body like fireworks in your veins.
âClose your eyes,â you said.
âSweetheart-â
âPlease?â
And how could he not? When your soft voice asked so nicely for him to? And the sweet and at the same time sexy scent of your perfume bewitched his thoughts? With your eyelashes blinking up at him and making the cold of his claws run to the lower of his spine? If closing his eyes would end the distance between you, then he would.
You then stepped carefully towards him, trying not to bump onto his knees and ruin the surprise.
You took both of his hands within yours, playing his fingers with your smaller ones. The simple contact made him shiver, the warmth of your presence washing all his tiredness and worries away.
âCould sit here with my eyes closed and just smell you foreverâ
You grinned. You knew his senses were heightened and definitely wanted to play with it tonight.
âWell, you told me you didnât want to receive anything,â you then brought his hands to the sides of your thighs, the firmness of his palms on your soft skin sending shivers up and down your belly.
âNot totally true,â he thumbed your leg, fingertip brushing dangerously close to the fabric.
âMhmm,â your hands glued on top of his and guided them a little lower, his palms now resting on top of the delicate, lacy garters adorning your thighs, âbut I want you to feel it.â
Loganâs thoughts were in completely caos. Which of course, could only be translated by the grin on his face. You were close enough that he could not only smell your perfume and your scent, but knowing that he was the one causing that and with so little effort drove him insane. He could hear your accelerated heartbeat and used the grip on your legs to soothe you, moving his thumbs up and down, up and down, very slowly, feeling the contrast between the lacy fabric and your thighs.
âYeah?â
You agreed silently, using your grip to move one of his hands all the way up to your belly in a very slow motion, to then release them both and let Loganâs fingers dance freely around your body.
The one hand he kept down gripped your thigh harder, snaking down to the back of your knee to bend it over his own leg, giving him better access to the rest of you. The thumb on your belly caressed around of your belly button in small circles and traced all the little flowers and bows on the thing garter that hugged your waist and decorated your breasts. The image being painted on Loganâs mind was already enough to make his underwear start to stiffen.
âOh, baby,â he breathed, and it felt like the first fresh breath he had taken in the day.
The contrast of his rough digits with your delicate skin made your body a too tight space to contain yourself, inching closer to him at every touch. He then surrounded your middle with both of his arms and gave your stomach a kiss, your fingers playing with the hairs on the nape of his neck when he moved his face upwards, his chin rested on your tummy, eyes inching to meet yours.
âCan I see you, princess? Please?â
You hummed a quiet âmhmmâ, and when he looked up at you with the most lovelorn eyes you had ever seen, you werenât strong enough to hold back and kissed him.
It felt like the first kiss you two have had in a lifetime; deep, warm and wet. Your tongues danced together while his arms kept you impossibly closer, hands tightly holding from the back of your thighs to the top of your spine. When you parted to breathe, his eyes found yours again;
âThereâs my girl. Let me see you, baby,â he held your hand in his and you took his signal to do a little spin, showing him your lacy one-piece.
âHappy birthday, loveâ you whispered, hands resting on his shoulders to balance yourself, one leg returning to rest on his.
âSo youâre my present, hm?â Logan waited for you silent confirmation, palms devouring your thighs and ass while the kisses that he so gently placed on your knee slowly inched forward, âand do I get to unwrap you, angel?â
At that moment your walls were already pulsing with desire and your mind was already empty of words. You felt his lips wrap at a very special place on your inner thigh while his opposite hand moved up to message one of your boobs. You knew it wouldnât take much for any of you to release control and quit the teasing, and being both on the verge of bursting the whole day waiting for the other, that was the time and the place.
You whimpered when his hand moved down and cupped your clothed center, his lips now distributing pecks on your hip while your nails dig in his shoulders.
âGonna let me taste you, sweet girl? Hm?â He kissed your beating clit trough the lace and you nodded your head fastly, not being able to hold back anymore. You knew very well the animalistic look he had on his eyes now and the way his hands couldnât rest in just one spot; he wanted nothing but to devour, explore and adore you.
With your consent, Logan wasted no time in sliding the delicate fabric to the side to meet your leaking pussy. The groan that left his chest when he saw your juices dripping to down your legs put your whole body on fire, followed by the cold that ran through your veins when two of his digits gently spread your lips apart.
âFuck, look at you,â his thumb toyed with your clit, drawing little circles with a small pressure of the pad, âthatâs how wet this little pussy gets for me, hm? Left you waiting the whole day to take care of you⌠Bad olâ man, ainât I?â
âN-no, youâre g-ood,â you managed to take the words out, eyes rolling to the back of your head and nails digging impossibly deeper into his shoulders when his digits lowered down and teased your opening, âand I wanna. Fuck. Wanna be good for you, Logan.â
âOh, you are, princess. Youâre my best girl.â
Pressing your clit between his lips and tongue, he sucked and savoured on it as if you were the source of all life on the planet, the most succulent fruit to the most starving man, like he himself once said; the sweetest thing he had ever tasted. His fingers pumped in and out of your hole rhythmically, hitting deeper and deeper each time. His other hand gripped your ass tightly and pressed your lower body impossibly closer to his face, making you moan loudly with all the stimulation.
You felt your walls start to clench his digits and pulled his head back by his hair to join your mouths in a wet, hot kiss, your other hand slowly removing his own from your sopping pussy, your shaking legs leading you to straddle him.
In his lap, the kiss only deepened; your and his movements were desperate, constantly searching for each other. You gripped his shirt by the collar and helped him take it off of his body, his muscular torso greeting you. Your hands eagerly pressed against his chest while Logan dig his fingers deep into your waist and moved you back and forth, your cunt pooling his underwear with the grinding of your exposed center on his throbbing and neglected cock.
âWait- Logan, wait,â you pulled his roots again, making him moan.
âIâm here,â he rest his forehead on yours, fingers playing with the ends of your head while your breaths and heartbeats found the otherâs rhythm.
âWanna suck on youâ
âGet on your knees for me then,â he demanded after a moment staring at you, trying to hide in his smile the excitement that flooded through his body.
You removed your body from his finding balance on his shoulder, lowering down to your knees on the carpet with the help of his arms around you.
He looked so, so beautiful like this. His prince hair and strong shoulders outerlined by the glowing moonlight that touched his back. His arm muscles tensin when one palm rested on his thigh and the other lowered down to finger-kiss your face. The âthank you, I love youâ look he had on his eyes the whole time you were together. Who wouldnât get get on their knees for this?
âThatâs it princess, comfortable there?â You nodded and spread his legs a little, giving you space to kneel closer. He gave you another peck on the lips and moved his hands to rest flat on the bed, giving you all the freedom to do your thing.
You started by running your hands up and down his thighs while kissing down his abdomen, the thick path of hairs on his belly tickling your lips. Slowly, your hand snaked to his boxers while your mouth kept him distracted, licking the angry veins on his happy trail.
You palmed him eagerly, the volume of his member filling your whole palm and a little more. This first contact was enough to earn a raspy groan from his chest and some beads of precum that pooled on the little wet patch between his tip and boxers, where you butterfly-kissed before finally putting his underwear down.
You used your hands to spread his precum down and pump him a bit, desperate to have him in your mouth, you kept moving up and down while your mouth lowered to wrap around his tip, nursing on it like it was your favorite lollipop.
Your messiness has Logan seeing stars. Spit and precum was all over your face already, tongue darting up and down his shaft with desire. He almost screamed when your fingers played with the very top of his head and you lowered your mouth to his balls, suckling each into your mouth carefully.
âJesus baby, thatâs my girl, fuck-â
But it wasnât enough. You were starved for him, for his pleasure. You waited the whole day to see his mouth hanging in bliss and you also wanted him to have what he wanted. You took his mouth of off his balls and kept lazily stroking him, lashes batting up to meet his eyes, âFuck my mouth?â
Logan couldnât believe how such a cute thing like you could look so sexy saying such filthy words. He loved it.
âAre you sure?â You nodded.
He then motioned for you to scoot back a little so he could get up, positioning himself in front of you, now both of you in front of the bed, sides facing the window.
He could die like this. The last thing he would ever see in his life could easily be you, on your knees, fucked out face with his precum and spit all over your face, with the moonlight reflecting on your rounded eyes just waiting for him to love on you. And he would die peacefully.
âGonna start real gentle, âkay?â he assured you while brushing your hair back to hold it in his hands, one wrapping around the strands at the back of your head and the other holding his member.
âLemme see this pretty tongue, babyââ he waited for your mouth to hang open and positioned his tip on top of your waiting tongue, tapping and circling it there. Logan kept teasing you (and himself) for a moment like this, smearing the leaking tip of his cock all over your mouth, tracing your tongue and lips at a torturing pace until he understood the desperate look in your widened eyes and scrunched brows, a silent âpleaseâ.
âShh, gonna give you what yâwant, princess. Suck on the tip, hm? Just the tip. Like you were doing before,â you loved when he ordered you around like this, especially when he looked so big towering over you and his voice was so low and deep like it was right now. You wasted no time in closing your already plump lips around him and deliciously suffocating his bulbous head in your mouth.
âThatâs it bub, fuck. Thatâs my girl,â he loved when you were so obedient like you were right now during sex, his own little princess. His free hand stroked the part of his cock that wasnât enveloped by your lips, using the mix of your spit and his own precum that was everywhere by now.
Your hands left your lap to dig into his thighs and your movements started to get more shallow, eyelids heaving and lashes blinking slowly up at him. You knew what you wanted, and Logan knew too, and he was gonna give it you.
The hand that was on his cock moved up to hold your jaw and the back of your head, inclining it up a bit so your face was now completely turned to him. This simple move of his already made his cock slip a little further into your mouth, taking a moan from both of you.
âShhh, angel, yeah, thatâs it,â his firm hold in the back of your head allowed you to stop moving and he slowly started to move his hips, pumping his cock in and out of your mouth carefully to not gag you. Not right now, at least. âGonna give it to you slow, baby. You can take it, canât you?â He knew an answer for you wouldnât be exactly available at the moment, but you gave your best to manage out a nod, âknow you can, bub.â
Logan kept his pace for a while before roughening and fastening it a bit to prepare you, tightening his grip on your head and steading the movements of his hips, his cock now halfway into your mouth, in and out, in and out. He felt your lips and throat loosening and the gagging sounds leaving your lips were driving him insane, his bones were on fire from keeping back and not just fuck your throat like he (and you) wanted.
When his tip kissed the edge of your throat you let your eyes close and your hands fall to his calf, letting him know you were ready, âjust a bit more, sweet girl, just-â his tip entered your throat with ease, curving a bit to follow its anatomy. When your lips finally touched the hairs on his base and his whole cock was seated into your hot mouth, he stilled completely.
You could hear his heavy breathing as if he ran a marathon in five minutes. The silence between the two of you letting you know that if he said or did anything he was surely cuming at that right moment. Loganâs eyes were closed and his head turned to the ceiling, brows furrowed trying to contain himself.
Your fingers caressed his leg slightly, reminding him you were ready, and when his gaze turned down to give you attention, dark and serious, like a big wolf preying down a little bunny, you knew what he was feeling. It faded quickly though when his eyes found yours, his rough expression turning into a smile, âyouâre my best girl, arenât you? Thatâs what yâwanted babe? To choke on my dick?â
You blinked your eyes assuringly, the heaviness of your eyelids taking a sexy, deep laugh from his chest. His hand left your head momentarily to caress your cheek with the back of his point finger, âthink you can swallow for me?â he whispered.
Youâve done that before, and the feeling was nothing like anything youâve ever experienced, the both of you. And you felt that it was coming by the calm and patient way he was dealing with you tonight. Logan was always careful to ask for things that edged your limits, always trying his best to keep you safe and comfortable. And who were you to deny the birthday boy what he was asking for?
You prepared yourself and slowly clenched your throat, suffocating his tip in the curve of it. Tears involuntarily pooled and fell from your eyes with the overstimulation and the feeling of oh, being so full of him, of his cock angrily pulsing in the whole extent of your mouth and now your throat. Loganâs eyes turned to the back of his head and his mouth hanged open, his fingers flexing in your hair to not lose control.
âO-one more time ba-â and before he could even finish his sentence you were swallowing him down again, this time earning a loud and raspy groan from him, âfuck! baby, câmon,â he carefully pulled himself from your mouth, cock hanging angry and desperate from your activities. âNeed to feel you,â and kissed you hungrily.
He pulled you by your arms and intertwined them around his neck, tapping your bum slightly in a sign for you to jump in his lap. Logan was careful to drop you on the bed, never parting your lips and laying with his whole body weight on top of you. The hairs on his chest feathering over your nipples and the kiss of his tip over your folds were growing in you a type of desire you couldnât quite decipher.
Sweat, spit and love were everywhere, your bodies swayed under the moonlight as if you were one. While your tongues fought for space into the otherâs mouth, he reached a hand down and starting to thumb your clit, applying a delicious amount of pressure that had your mouth unplugging from his with a whine. When you felt his head finally circling your hole, you released him and turned around.
âLike that?â Logan watched as you switched positions, large palm finding your lower back while you placed yourself tummy down on the bed. âCan we?â you whispered, looking at him over your shoulder.
Logan smiled; if you kept being this cute he was going to fuck the sense out of you without effort. His other hand reached behind your knee and lifted it, giving him more easy access to you. Positioning himself into your entrance, he slipped his cock up and down your folds, your juices mixing in a squelching sound.
When he felt your hole flutter and your eyes close, your smaller fingers gripping the sheets, he reached up and kissed a drying tear in your cheek, âshhh baby, gâna go slow, âkay?â you nodded. Thereâs no exaggeration, Logan was big. Big and wide and veiny and filled you in all the right places.
The moment his head eased into you, you were seeing stars. The way your walls spread to welcome his girth made your mind fuzzy and all your senses heightened, the moan he left ecoed in your brain and the touch of his hand embracing yours burned like fire. He slowly pressed forward until his cock was perfectly engulfed inside you, both his member and your walls pulsing in unison.
âMove,â you mewled, fingers gripping his thumb in need. Logan used the hand on the small of your back to balance himself, starting to pump in an out at a perfect pace; not so fast but not so slow, deep, deep as he could to kiss every inch of your cunt and rearrange your insides.
âPussy so warm, angel. Gripping me so tight,â he sad in your ear, âmy little sweet gift.â
Stars exploded all the way down your spine, the fullness of his cock pumping your pussy and the weight of his body pressing on top of yours drove you over the edge, your walls gripping him tightly while you came, bringing his thumb into your mouth.
âThatâs it, sweet girl, come for me,â he kissed your temple, âgush this cock, itâs all yours,â Logan slowed his pace inside you to let you calm down, caressing your hair and distributing kisses around your teary eyes.
âThink you can take a bit more, princess?â he whispered gently in your ear, his cock still throbbing inside you, âjust a bit and Iâll be done. So I can fill your pussy up and good? Keep you full and plugged with me, hm?â You nodded with his thumb still between your lips and felt his hips meet your ass again.
It was so good. The overstimulation had you throbbing nonstop and your head in the clouds. Loganâs groans and moans were music to your ears along with his âthatâs it, princess, fuckâ, âwhoseâs pussy is this, hm? All mine to fuck and love on, ainât it?â, âyeah, baby, thatâs my sweet girl. Taking it so good fâmeâ, until he himself could take anymore, his cock pulsating and balls stiffening, until his voice got muffled by a low groan and you felt his seed fill you completely, gushing your insides and spilling down and off your walls.
âFuck, fuck,â he whispered, tired. His forehead rested on your temple as you both calmed down, breathing harmonised. Logan awaited until you opened your eyes and delicately pulled his thumb from your mouth, brushing your hair off of your face.
âHi,â he smiled.
âHey,â you reciprocated, receiving a little peck on the lips, that turned into many many kisses all over your face while his palm messaged your back. âThank you, sweetheart. Gonna pull out now, âkay?â
While Logan left to the bathroom to clean himself and find a cloth to clean you, you rested your chin on your forearms and stared up at the full moon through the window, sweetly reminiscing the last hour and thanking her for him. On moments like these all your mind could process was Logan Logan Logan.
âHere, bub,â he carefully whipped the fluids from your pussy, the pair of you giggling when you clenched in sensitivity, âcâmon, I draw the bath.â
You hand Logan spent another hour in the warm bath, cleaning and caressing and stealing kisses while the bubbles danced on your skin. You rested your head on his chest and lifted one finger, using the others to simulate a lighter to lit up the âcandleâ. âHere, make a wish,â you motioned it in front of his face, taking a laugh from him, who closed his eyes and made some funny faces to amuse you. He then blew your finger and playfully bit it, âwhat did you wish?â
âWell, I canât tell you, can I?â
You kissed him and closed your eyes, laying back to your position on his shoulder.
âYou. Youâre my only wish.â
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