#i can’t write smut for my life

[conquerthenight]

Platonic or romantic Ich, Maxim and Frank. You choose! I just want them all to be happy, so make it as fluffy as you like.

The second half is slightly NSFW, you have been warned.

The sound of yet another knock on Ileana’s door caused her to jump out of her skin. She had told Bea that she’d join the others downstairs in a few moments, but for some reason the wig for her costume absolutely refused to stay pinned to her head, try as Clarice might to keep it still, and she couldn’t have it falling off in front of the guests. What sort of impression would that make? And she so wanted to make a success of the first costume ball she was to host. “I think we’d best go without it” She said to Clarice, deciding she couldn’t keep everyone waiting. Maxim would no doubt understand that she had copied the portrait of Caroline de Winter without the wig. Ileana couldn’t wait to reveal the surprise to him.

“Yes, madam. It’s proving more trouble than it’s worth” Clarice said, gingerly placing the wig onto the bed before putting the white hat onto her head to complete the ensemble.

There was another knock. “Ileana, is everything alright in there? The first people are pulling in” Frank called through the door.

Oh, Frank. Ileana loved him dearly, but she couldn’t have him seeing her costume, for she hoped to surprise him just as much as Maxim. It wasn’t exactly the done thing to love two men at once, but then again, it also wasn’t the done thing for two men to openly love another, and Maxim and Frank had welcomed her into their relationship with open arms back in Monte Carlo. She wouldn’t change that for all the riches in the world. “Just a moment, love. I don’t want to spoil the surprise” She giggled to herself.

Oh, to see the look on their faces. Ileana knew they’d be so pleased.

Frank opened the door and entered anyway, wearing a sailor’s getup, complete with an eyepatch and pirate hat. Ileana could see his eyes widen, and she could tell that his reaction was not the kind of shock she’d hoped for in the least. “You can’t go downstairs in that, dear” He said after gathering his bearings.

Ileana just looked at him with confusion. “Why not? Do you not like it?” She asked. If that was the case, at least Frank was being honest about it. They were quite similar in the fact that they wore their hearts on their sleeves, unlike Maxim who tended towards keeping his distance.

“No, it’s not that. It just that…well, Rebecca copied the Caroline de Winter portrait for last year’s ball” Frank explained, mortifying Ileana.

Everything seemed to come crashing down in that moment, and she told Frank everything. Mrs. Danvers had said that portrait was Maxim’s favorite. She had taken the suggestion at face value without even stopping to think that the housekeeper’s behavior had been suspicious. She had been so cold to Ileana ever since her arrival at Manderley. How on earth could she have been so stupid?

Frank just smiled and tapped her shoulder. “Well, there was no harm done. At least you found out before anyone else saw it” He said, chuckling a little.

Ileana had to admit, it was a bit funny, even if Mrs. Danvers’ intentions had been to humiliate her. She laughed a little as well after a moment. “You’re right, I should change out of this. Could you step out for a bit?”

Frank obliged, but not before giving her a quick peck on her lips. “I’ll tell them the dress didn’t fit. They’ll never know. Maxim will probably thank you, he won’t be the only one in normal evening wear this year” The door shut behind him.

As Clarice helped her out of the white gown and into a blue evening dress, Ileana let out a long, relieved sigh. She had come so close to causing a terrible crisis. Luckily Frank had been there to prevent it.

As Frank had predicted, Maxim wasn’t at all disappointed by the turn of events. He had merely asked what had happened to the costume she ordered, and the white lie slipped out with no further questions asked. “Next year, you ought to tell me what you’ll wear in case the shops screw it up again” His comment was only half joking, but Ileana was glad he seemed in a good mood.

“Don’t worry, darling. When that time comes, you’ll be the first to know” She was not joking at all, having learned from her close call earlier.

She spent the night dancing, mostly with Maxim and Frank, acquainting herself with the guests, and even had a glass of wine or two. For just a few hours, the shy girl Ileana had been seemed to vanish, replaced by someone livelier, though she did still find herself struggling for words a few times.

By the time the guests had all departed for the night, Ileana was very pleased with how the night had gone. Her beloveds seemed of the same mind, and the three of them adjourned to Maxim’s room to do a little celebrating of their own.

“I have to say, darling, I hadn’t expected you to pull this off as well as you did” Ileana wasn’t sure if Maxim’s words were meant as a compliment or condescension. She decided to take it as the former when her husband kissed her with a passion that she hadn’t seen from him since their honeymoon.

Frank ran his hand through Maxim’s hair, giving him a playfully scolding look. “Maxim de Winter, I hope you were talking about the ball” He said.

Maxim then kissed Frank in a similar manner to how he had kissed Ileana. “Does that answer your question, my beloved?” He teased.

“Very much so” Frank smirked, lightly slapping Maxim’s ass.

Maxim grimaced. “You’d best be on your guard. I just might take my revenge for that” He rolled his eyes. “But in all seriousness, I hardly recognized our shy little wife tonight”

Ileana couldn’t hold back a deep crimson blush, though it really didn’t signify because the room was completely dark. “I’m just glad I managed to get through it, what with the mishap with the dress and all” She immediately covered her mouth when the words slipped out.

“Something wrong, darling?” Maxim asked.

Ileana shrugged her shoulders, figuring she may as well let Maxim in on what happened. “I was planning on copying the portrait of Caroline de Winter. Mrs. Danvers mentioned you loved that painting so I thought it would be a fun surprise, but a certain someone told me that Rebecca did it first” She turned to kiss Frank on the cheek, partly to thank him, and partly to put off seeing Maxim’s reaction in case he didn’t take the story well.

Her moment of worry was for naught, as Maxim laughed at what Ileana had told him. “That’s our Frank for you, darling. Saving us all from disaster” He said. “By the way, I wouldn’t trust a word Danvers says” Maxim was most definitely mocking her naivety in taken the housekeeper’s suggestion, but Ileana was in such good spirits that she didn’t care.

Ileana could feel the two men each wrap an arm around her, and she felt that this was absolute heaven. It occurred to her then that telling Maxim the rather amusing story was the only time she had thought of Rebecca since it happened. Maybe that’s how it should have always been, and she vowed it would stay that way from here on out.

“So much for taking revenge” Frank said with a triumphant smile.

Ileana grinned, shaking her head. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you from Maxim’s wrath” She laughed once more.

Maxim looked at them both with mock offense. “As if I would ever unleash my wrath on you, Ileana” He placed his hand on his chest.

“You have done and you know it” Frank retorted.

Ileana knew he was right. She hadn’t forgotten the cupid incident, or the boathouse a few weeks ago, but Maxim had yet to snap since then, and she felt he was more than forgiven, especially after how he had just pleased her and Frank. “Water under the bridge, darling” She assured.

“You’re far too sweet for your own good, Ileana” Maxim brushed his hand against her cheek. “But if you like, I could always beg you two for forgiveness”

“Well when you put it that way…” Frank began, his impish tone clearly giving away his desires.

Ileana hardly slept that night, and she wouldn’t have had it any other way.

[zer0pm]

Imagine Luis enjoying his time with you amidst the storm. Now imagine his frustration after when it’s cut short.

Warning: Yes, you got it- there is indeed SMUT ahead. Read no further, minors. For mature, thirsty audiences only.

A/N: Continued from this imagine by popular demand. Thank you, everyone, for enjoying my work. The likes/reblogs, the comments/tags- those pings make my day. Y’all are golden so hope this piece brings a lasting smile ;)

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He kept your legs spread by holding the bend of your knees in his strong hands. It was to keep you still but how could you when his head was deep between your thighs and his mouth was performing wonders that made you tingle rapturously all over? Your hands are buried in his thick, dark hair, pulling tightly when his tongue swirls upon your nerves and your head spins fiercely at the sensation. When he hums, the vibrations from his mouth nearly makes you faint.

When Luis said that he was going to savor you- he meant it. The man is enthusiastically devouring your sensitive organ like it was the finest and last meal he’ll ever have. You lost track of how long he’s been at it, mind numb from the onslaught of sparks going off in the pit of your stomach under his teasing. And although the rain outside pounded loudly, you had to bite your lip to prevent yourself from moaning, not wanting your sexual excitement to draw any infected to your location. Luis, however, was making that very difficult, hungrily sucking your building orgasm to the surface. Just as you’re about to tip over the edge, mouth agape to let it all flow out, he releases you with a sinful pop.

The suddenness of his absence forces out of you a throaty whine in protest. You look down at him in exasperation. “Luis, what the hell?” A deep chuckle reaches your ears in turn.

“¿Estás bien?” he asks with a devilish grin, rising from his spot to hover over you. He’s in front of you now, his lust-filled eyes appraising your disheveled form before he dips down to claim your lips. He didn’t even give you a chance to voice your complaint, a desperate sigh the only thing you were able to utter as he skillfully wrestles your tongue with his. You must indeed look like a carnal mess, absolutely ruined by just his mouth alone.

When Luis pulls back once more, he’s peppering your neck with ravenous kisses before retracing his path with a long leisurely swipe of his tongue. It was like he had to keep his mouth on you at all times, like he can’t get enough of your taste. You can also feel his hardness rubbing hot against your inner thigh and you bend your leg to purposefully brush along the skin, catching his hips buckle. The man bites your neck for your tease, earning him an erotic gasp from you.

“It’s a shame we’re in such a dangerous place,” he muses lowly. “I would love to hear how loud your voice can get when you come undone for me.”

You couldn’t help but play with him. “That a challenge? What makes you think I’d scream for y-”

A sharp yelp escapes you upon the intrusion of a sinful finger slipping inside your tight opening. A shameless, mirthful grin dons Luis’s handsome face at your uninhibited reaction.

He winks, “Call it a hunch.”

This man is a menace, you thought. Any further protests you can possibly verbalize was dashed out of your mind when he moved his finger in and out of you. Desire beginning to build deep within your core once again. He was slow and methodical, exploring your insides for every nerve that made you squirm upon contact. Luis’ smile widens when he thoughtfully observes you moving your hips to meet his ministrations.

“You feel like you’re ready.” he comments, desire burning bright in his grey eyes. “Are you?”

Judging by the subtle urgency laced in his question, he too was affected by this slow tortuous dance. It stirred something fierce inside you knowing that he didn’t just want you to follow him in this mutual pursuit of sexual satisfaction, but also to make sure that you met him on the same level- that you want this just as badly as he did. And boy, did you want this. Want him.

“Take me, Luis.” you firmly say in anticipation, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him in until your noses touched. “Please. I need you.”

That was all the man needed to hear to remove his hand from your warmth and gather your knees in his hands once again to raise your legs apart. You can feel the head of his member at your opening, prodding to dive home inside. Luis catches your eyes meaningfully. “You tell me if we need to stop. ¿Si?”

At your nod, he pushes in slowly. Carefully. Intimately. The pain of his cock stretching your walls makes you wince, but at the same time, you relish in the burn. Becoming one with Luis was so indescribably intense, you couldn’t help but cry out softly. Your fingers ran through his dark strands before gripping them taut to brace beneath him. By your ear, you hear him growl ravenously when you pulled at his scalp.

The man above you sharply sucks in his breath, finally seating himself all the way in and doing his best to maintain control even though every synapse firing in his brain told him to fuck you with abandon. Your warmth gripped around his cock so tightly it made him shake. You thought he would spill inside you then and there, but Luis restrains himself beautifully, muttering curses in his native tongue.

His voice drips low with palpable lust, “Mierda. Tú serás mi muerte.”

After a moment of catching breath, the two of you share a silent exchange of looks and he begins the dance with a pace unhurried and experimental, offering you time to relax and adjust to his size. You can feel him throbbing with each push and pull, the pulsing heat making your whole body shiver delightfully. You were a panting mess already, the sensations too good.

Seeing the discomfort soon leave your face, Luis’ eager thrusts gradually pick up speed and all control was thrown out the window to die out in the storm. The erotic sound of skin slapping bounces loudly off the walls, mingling with ragged breaths. Unrestrained groans rip from his throat deep within his chest causing you to moan feverishly alongside him. You don’t think either of you cared for the noises you were making anymore. It turned you on, hearing this man take pleasure in your body, him working your flesh so fervently to guide you to your peak. A particularly sharp snap of his hips throws your head further into the pillows and a bellowing cry escapes you. A determined glint flashes over the Spaniard’s eyes and he angles himself to push deep against that same sweet spot, setting your nerves alight. The bundle of energy below burns intensely, triggering off like fireworks growing hotter and hotter until you feel yourself on the verge of exploding.

Luis beholds you then. To say he is fascinated by you wouldn’t suffice. He is completely and utterly ensnared by you- by the expressions you make, the way your body responds to his attentions, the way your mouth opens only to have your breath stolen by a calculated thrust of his hips. He relishes how you tighten around him and you weren’t even trying, you were simply taking what he was giving. And Luis was only ever so enthusiastic to give you everything he had.

“Mi amor. Are you close?” he grunts. His gaze changes between you and the space where your bodies continuously meet over and over again, evidently enthralled with carnal satisfaction how his sex pummels inside of you before retreating and diving back repeatedly.

Unable to answer him, the deep plunges of his cock knocking the air from your lungs into guttural gasps, you shakily nod before covering your mouth with the back of your hand to dampen your erotic cries. Luis sees what you’re doing and moves your hand away, pinning your wrist to the bed. His other hand stays at the bend of your knee to keep you spread wide for him so that he can trap your body beneath his as he continues to fuck you hard into the mattress.

“No hagas eso. Your moans are mine. So let go.” he commands, but the desperation in his voice made it sound more like a plea. He is reaching his end too. “Tú y yo. Together.”

The dam of your orgasm breaks and everything gushes out with a throaty moan. Your whole body spasms in throes while his buckles against you, riding out your pleasure and milking you for everything you had until his own release spills out and coats your walls. Drifting down slowly from the high, Luis gently pulls himself out and collapses beside you, his body facing towards you.

As you try to steady your breathing, you feel his’ hand upon your cheek, turning your head to meet his eyes. Gone was his seductive smile and playful gaze, in place was something softer and much more intimate.

“Holy fuck,” you rasp, your voice going hoarse. “I think you broke me. I can’t feel my legs.”

You hear the man laugh breathlessly beside you. “Now that is what a man likes to hear.”

You admire him then, taking in his afterglow. His whole body was glistening with sweat (you imagine your state was no different) and he had a serene air about him. Before when he was asleep, he seemed relaxed. But now, he exuded it and looked genuinely content. You can’t help but smile knowing that you helped bring out this side of him.

“How are you feeling?” you ask him considerately.

Luis turns his head slightly to stare at the ceiling. “¿Verdad?” he responds, glancing back at you. “Pretty good. ¿Y tú?”

His words inspire a coy smirk upon your lips. “I’m good. Really good. So good, in fact…”

You follow up with a purposeful hand upon his chest, running along the fine, dark patches of hair until your touch wanders down below his waist. Fingertips tease around the base of his cock. To your glee, it twitches at your attention once again.

Newborn desire washes over his rugged face, watching your movements with great intrigue. “I can see your thinking.”

You shrug, “Want to go again after a bit of rest?” His lips curve upward at your enthusiasm.

“I suppose I can do you this kindness-” Luis cuts himself short with a chuckle when you smack his shoulder in mild indignation for his snark before assuaging your annoyance with a promising kiss.

His mouth dips to your neck once more, making a journey filled with nips and kisses that spark the familiar tingles of pleasure across your body. To your astonishment, you feel his cock poke at your side, already stiff and throbbing.

“What happened to rest?” you ask in mild amusement.

The charming smirk returns to his lips when he meets your eyes again. “Siempre tengo sed de ti.”

His lips return to your perspiring skin and keeps going down until he’s right back at his starting position- between your legs. To welcome him back there, your hands return to his hair, ready for more. You feel his hot breath fan against your waiting sex and braced yourself for another wonderful ride, but nearly jump at the sound of loud popping in the distance. At first, you thought it was the lightning, but it became increasingly frequent in occurrence and sounded like it was coming closer.

“Luis, do you hear that?”

The man looks up at you with a raised brow. “You mean your praises for what a good job I did in bringing you orgasmic ecstasy a few minutes ago? To be honest, I’m still waiting for more.”

You rolls your eyes. “No, listen closely.”

The distinctive pops reach both of your ears and this time, you were certain. Gunshots. There is someone out there. The thought made you visibly tense. Luis, on the other hand, didn’t seem as fazed.

With a vexed sigh, he regretfully pulls away from you to check out the sound, already you were missing the heat of his body. You couldn’t help but admire his naked form as he rose to his feet and watched as he carefully ducks his head to peek through one of the windows. For a moment, it seemed like he found nothing outside then his eyes and head jolt towards a particular direction and his whole body stiffens.

“¡Joder! Just my luck.”

“What is it? What do you see?”

Luis doesn’t answer right away, rushing back towards the stair railing where you hung both of your clothes.

“Still wet, bueno.” he grumbles sarcastically as he hurriedly throws on his jeans.

You sat up from the bed in alarm. “Luis-!” The man throws your effects upon the bed before you.

“Get dressed. We have company.” His voice was even, but you can feel the annoyance seething within.

“Is it the plaga?”

“Worse,” he grimaces as he swiftly threw on his shirt and jacket before reaching for his gun by the bedside and turning back to you, “it’s Leon Kennedy.”

Everything happened so quickly. One moment, Luis had you pinned to the bed, fucking you into the sheets until you saw stars. The next, Luis is pinned to a wall by a very irate looking Leon Kennedy who looked like he wanted to beat the stars out of him. The moment after that, monsters began swarming your hideout and Luis looked none too pleased the entire time. Amidst the chaos, he asked you about your feelings on castles for reasons you could not fathom until much later.

[stellewriites]

it’s wip wednesday and i haven’t done one in a long time (writing has been,,,, difficult) SO!! heres the first little bit to that gym bro johnny post i talked about before

mdni, this is gonna be johnny x fat!reader

you winced at your computer screen as you read over the messages once more.

> who am i speaking to? i’d like to be able to make a complaint

you hesitated for a second, wondering if you’d get away with giving a coworker’s name, specifically claire, the coworker that always gave you shit on shift. but as much as the thought tickled you, you knew management would only figure out it was you when they realised claire wasn’t in today.

you sent back your name and apologised again hoping he didn’t really want to send in a complaint for your slip up. you needed this job and it’d been hard enough to get it despite being over-qualified.

you knew you were a sort of diversity hire for the gym, every other worker there looked like they modelled for gymshark and liked to run a couple miles every morning before breakfast; whereas you cringed just at the idea of the friction burn it’d inevitably cause between your thick thighs after the first five minutes.

the rest of the staff were nice enough, friendly; though a few of them couldn’t help but throw comments your way about your weight. it was something you’d had to develop a thick skin to after the first month working there, spending your lunch breaks or journeys home in tears, your self confidence the lowest it’d been since high school.

once you’d figured out how to let their shit roll off your back like water on a duck, it all became a hell of a lot easier again. though your confidence had taken a hit you were still recovering from. your current dry spell in the bedroom hadn’t helped.

you worked behind the welcome desk, admin primarily but you covered the IT side of things too, what little there was of it.

the local gym had started to gain a bit of traction online on social media after a couple of posts went viral and the owners had decided to exploit the opportunity and create workout clothes with the gym’s name and logo on it. the regulars seemed to like it and people online had started buying when you’d posted that they’d get 20% off their next order if they posted online wearing and using the gym-wear.

it was all going great; you organised the orders and got them sent out on time, arranged any returns or customer service questions without a hitch.

or you did until today.

you’d just been taken back when you saw the photo the customer - tav141 - had sent in. you’d typed without thinking and now? now you might lose your job because that customer looked like he was about five seconds away from busting the seams on his workout vest.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

hi ari yes! you are welcome

geto canonically (at least i believe so don't quote me) carries a lighter around just for shoko (he makes me want to die he's so sweet and tender) but i love how that doesn't stop most everyone from hcing/drawing him as a smoker god i hate cigarettes but he's soooo hot oh god i should be the cig instea

oh man geto hating himself for making the reader cry... some things never change... i'm in pain again. oh goodness i think. fluff. SPEAKING OF WHICH do you have any fluff recs for suguru? (i've already read all the ones from kissxcore and go6jo though). tumblr search engine fails me every time i try to read

and YES i was fast that's cause i was kind of (really) waiting for this all day and i saw it n howled a little bit wow. never a dull moment on this blog

YOU��RE SO SWEET 🌖 ANON MWAH MWAHHH <33333 it’s not explicitly canon that he carries a lighter around just for shoko, we just see him lighting a cigarette for her in hidden inventory!! with a lighter he brought on his own. personally i think he carries it around just for her tho :33 AND YOU’RE SO REALLL I NEED TO BE HIS CIG. i’m not a smoker either but sadly i fall into the habit of finding smoking aesthetically attractive </3 AND YES :((((( some things never change!!!!! his heart broke a little. imagine finally kissing the love of your life after 10 years of abstinence only to realize they’re crying……… yeahhh. </3

BUT YES SUGU FLUFF!!!! first of all GREAT taste tumblr user kissxcore the actual love of my life (alexis if u see this ily)…… i have a couple sugu drabbles/fics in mind so i’ll link them under the cut!!!!! :3

in no particular order!!! :

black is the colour of my true love’s hair by @/dollsuguru

LIFE-CHANGING FICCCCCC it’s sososo cute and funny and heartwarming :(((( the character/reader dynamic is my favorite Ever (sugu belongs w a silly little reader <333) and there r just . SO many moments that killed me. so much devotion!!!! and love!!!!!! AND HE CALLS READER DOVEEE I LOST IT I CRIED . kairo has some other sugu fics that’re more angsty but they’re Extremely tasty so i def recommend checking them out <33

a thundering first by @/teddybeartoji

THE CUTEST . THE SWEETEST . I GIGGLED AND KICKED MY FEET SOOOO MANY TIMES HE’S SO DANGEROUSLY CHARMING ….. genuinely got flustered reading this fic i am a weak weak individual. and mickey just has a way of writing intimacy and first meetings that Really makes me melt…. T_T they have some other super duper cute sugu stuff too!!!!

tattoo artist!sugu hcs by @/missukiyo

SOOOOOO CUTE AND FLUFFY <33333 i love tattoo artist sugu soso much and these hcs just made me feel that even more 😭😭 HE’S SOOO SPECIAL TO ME uki’s version of him is simply unsurpassed…….. he’s so boyfriend. so reassuring. made my heart flutter severely

an excuse to touch by @/riaki

THEEEEEEEE COMFORT READ EVER :((((((( i remember feeling sososoos cozy and happy reading it for the first time …. riko just has a Way with words and imagery and i eat it up every time!!! this drabble is just too sweet :((( sugu is so doting in it….. soooo bf coded……. i need him bad.

love by @/hayakawalove

ACTS OF SERVICE KING SUGU I CHEERED!!!!!! this is a super comfy super sweet poly stsg/reader fic but the focus is on sugu and his love language :33 I LOVE IT SO MUCHHHH rem’s sugu is one of my favorites ever we always agree on him and his love….. he’s such a giver. and rem wrote this in such a lovely way it’s just brimming w adoration :((( another big comfort read he’s so Mother

teeth; gum; metal by @/mossmudrock

ONE OF MY FAV SUGU PIECES EVERRRRR moss’ writing has me so genuinely insane i clearly remember the breakdown i had reading this for the first time. i don’t know if it’s exactly fluff? but it’s definitely not angsty!!!! it’s just such a lovely soft piece…. and it’s written so gorgeously. so many lines from it are imprinted in my skull <///3

that suspended in-between by @/seiwas

I LOVE THIS DRABBLE SO MUCHHHHH sel also wrote a super super good fwb to lovers sugu fic… that i adore…. but if you’re looking for pure fluffy vibes this one is probably better. i just think sel has a way of making characters feel super grounded and real!!!! and i love her take on sugu sm…. he is so charming in this.

our first i love you by @/sacchariins

i absolutely ADORE this fic… sadly the original account is deactivated but the link should hopefully still work :’3 i just think geto is so insanely charming in this, it’s a college au and it’s just…. super super fluffy and sweet and funny. it’s one of my absolute favorites!!!!! it inspired me a Lot when it comes to how i view college sugu and a no curses au sugu in general… wherever this writer is now i hope they know how wonderful and skilled they are!!! i think abt this dynamic and dialogue SO often.

cinnamon, honey & sage by @/s0ulm8s

I LOVE THIS ONE. as you know i Adore cult leader geto and i especially love when people depict him in a softer way!!!! which is exactly what this is :3 he feels in character and grounded but also soft…. it’s a delicate balance and i just think the author did suchhh a good job. it’s just rlly rlly sweet!!! and the writing is so pretty too…

housemate suguru hcs by @/luvsugu

THESE R SOOOO CUTE AND WARM :(((( housemate sugu my BELOVED this characterization of him is truly toptier. he’s so good. i need him so bad. just so feel-good and comfy i need to live w him….. roommates to lovers is another of my fav sugu tropes hehe

drabble by @/junosmindpalace

this is such a comfort read :’) it’s sooo sweet and tender and also so nicely written. just very very soft!!!! geto taking care of reader’s hair… and being doting and soft…… sniffleeee i love him. i love the way it’s written too!!!! such a nice take on sugu aaa

there r lots more on both tumblr and ao3 that i can’t remember at the moment, but this is a start!!! it’s reallyyyyy difficult to look for fluff in the jjk tags bc it’s literally brimming w smut but . go to ao3 and use lots of search filters and i’m sure you’ll find lots of gems!!!! sugu nation is so talented it’s crazy

[tonowaritrash]

Bratty ronal x rough dom tonowari ik it’s different but HEAR ME OUT PLZ

*takes a swig of wine* nonny you’re playing 5d chess and we’re out here playing tic tac toe

now i don’t like writing rough dom wari, but if ronal’s being a brat? well…

pairing: rough dom!tonowari x bratty sub!ronal

tags: ass spanking, clit spanking, filthy language, oral (male receiving), p in v, pwp,

minors dni

“do you know why you’re here?”

tonowari had ronal lying across his knee, her ass elevated slightly. he rubbed it gently, feeling the soft flesh under his palm as he waited for her to answer.

“can’t say that i do, no.”

tonowari smacked her ass hard, the first of many that night. though ronal didn’t even flinch, taking it in stride.

“really? you can’t think of anything that might have landed you in this position?”

“you’ll have to remind me. i’ve had a long day and i just can’t seem to remember.” she’d said this innocently but tonowari could hear the smirk creeping through her voice.

he growled and grabbed the back of her neck. a small gasp escaped her and he could see that she was starting to get wet.

“you don’t remember the way you teased me? how you touched me when no one was looking? the filthy words you said to me just before i left?” he pressed her face down into the bed forcefully. “i was distracted the whole hunt because of you.”

she squirmed under his grasp, and tonowari couldn’t help but notice her rubbing her thighs together. “it takes so little for the olo’eyktan to be distracted?”

smack

the sound rang through the night, the sting making ronal gasp.

“that a tsahik would be such a slut is unbelievable,” he scolded. “and that she could be such a cheeky—”

smack

“—brat—”

smack

“—is absolutely disgraceful.”

ronal moaned, each slap being felt in her core. she desperately wanted him to get it over with and fuck her, but at the same time she was enjoying the punishment way too much.

“you need to apologise.”

tonowari smacked ronal again and he could see a trail of her arousal dripping steadily from her cunt now. it was a sight to see, that he could have her like this, squirming, almost whimpering from his touch.

stubbornly she stayed silent, her intentions of remaining a brat becoming more obvious. clearly she hadn’t learned her lesson so the olo’eyktan flipped her over and now she was on her back looking up at him.

ronal’s pupils were blown out and there was a trail of saliva running down her cheek. her breathing was haggard and tonowari watched for a moment as her beasts rose and fell. there were very few things that made her come undone as much as a good spanking did.

he rubbed her clit and lower lips, now incredibly warm under the slick against his fingers. ronal whimpered at the contact, eyes rolling just a bit as she felt him at her most intimate part.

smack

she hissed, her back arching at the sharp feeling against her clit. the feeling hurt at first but the pleasure of it spread to her body like a soft wave.

smack

she didn’t even have time to recover from the first smack before she received the next one. the shock wasn’t there anymore and she moaned.

smack

smack

smack

ronal was quivering at the three consecutive smacks. her thighs trembled and her breath stuttering.

“tonowari,” she said.

“i don’t want you make a sound unless it’s an apology,” he said before stretching his fingers in front of her. “suck.”

she did it immediately, taking three of them into her mouth and licking them enthusiastically.

“if you want to say something, tap me three times quickly okay?”

she nodded, and before he could ask her to demonstrate she tapped his arms quickly three times. he smiled. she knew this game.

with his free hand tonowari rubbed her body, from her thighs to her torso, before smacking he clit again. she jerked, tears now pricking her eyes but she was enjoying herself too much. honestly tonowari wondered whether she’d forgotten this was supposed to be a punishment.

he rubbed her cunt again, before putting two fingers inside and thrusting softly. it was hardly enough to get her to where she needed to be, just enough to tease her.

she moaned around his fingers at the feeling and he slapped her again. “i said no noise from you. you can’t even be a good slut and listen?”

she obediently became quiet and he resumed, this time thrusting more, a feeling ronal appreciated very much. but he didn’t go as hard as she wanted. as hard as she needed.

her hips jerked, trying to quicken the pace. clearly she was close to cumming.

“bad girls don’t cum,” he said. “only good little cocksluts that do what they’re told get to cum.”

he smacked her again and ronal, clearly at her limit, tapped him three times. tonowari was almost disappointed, he loved watching her at his mercy, but he took his fingers out of her mouth.

“i’m…sorry,” she said between breaths, still squirming.

“for what?”

“for my behavior today.”

tonowari smiled. finally.

he motioned her to kneel next to him, and she did immediately. any fight she had in her was practically gone now and she was being a good girl. he took off his loin cloth and tossed it aside, revealing his large erection.

“i’m glad you’re sorry,” he said. “but you’re still gonna get punished. now suck.”

she looked like she wanted to protest out of habit, but with one look at his stern faceshe knelt down and began sucking on his cock.

tonowari grabbed her hair and put more of himself into her, thrusting. ronal moaned, holding on to his thighs as he fucked her mouth.

she looked so beautiful like this, tears in her eyes as she looked up at him. it was moments like this that he reveled, when she fully gave herself to him. when she fully submitted.

“was thinking of this the whole hunt,” he muttered. “how you’d look like when i fucked your mouth. the noises you’d make for me. bet you like being used like this. bet you’re soaking from the feeling of my cock down your throat.”

he gave a couple more thrusts before he grabbed her and moved her onto the bed. she lay on her back and he maneuvered her legs over his shoulders before he moved into her, until they were flush against each other.

at this angle he could see everything; her pathetically blissful face, her quivering thighs, her hair now messy from him tugging it earlier. the sight alone could make any man cum immediately. it wouldn’t be a lie to say he almost did so himself.

he thrusted and she nearly squealed at the sudden movement. he was reaching deep inside her, rubbing places she didn’t even know she had.

“you close?” he asked with a smirk. “ that i could render a tsahik so needy after few minutes.” he tsked before thrusting again, making her thighs tremble at the delicious friction.

it didn’t take long before the tell tale signs of her about to cum became apparent. her walls fluttered around his cock while her hips were jerking like crazy. for a moment tonowari considered not denying her climax, but that seemed almost too cruel.

“cum,” he said.

and she did, as though that were the only thing she ever needed to hear. he watched as her body trembled, how it twisted and contorted in unimaginable pleasure as she moaned.

reaching down, he rubbed her clit knowing how sensitive she got like this. ronal shook her head.

“n-no, it’s too much.”

he chuckled, picking up the pace. “i don’t care. you’re going to cum for me again.”

it didn’t take long for him to feel her body shake again. suddenly her pleads for him to stop were pleads for him to continue, to never stop. it was like she was possessed.

he didn’t stop rubbing, though he did slow down and gently asked, “do you have one more in you?”

ronal shook her head, clearly exhausted from the night’s exploits. tonowari took his hand off her clit before grabbing her hips once again and thrusting. it didn’t take long for him to cum too, in fact he’d been on edge the entire evening. it was a miracle he’d made it this far.

spent, he flopped down next to ronal and kissed her body gently. after few moments her breaths turned heavy as she began to snooze, and tonowari followed soon after.

they could deal with the mess tomorrow.

[orphiceonian]

Love battling my demons writing a smut fic for a pairing that has about three shippers total 🫡

[thefairywithboots]

Submissive Robert (Robert Plant x Reader) [NSFW 18+]

HI so the other night, I got inspired to write Robert Plant smut inspired by THIS picture:

WARNING: THIS FIC IS VERY SMUTTY AND KINKY, AND IS MY MOST FILTHY FIC (so far) SO PLEASE DON’T READ THIS IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, I DON’T WANT THAT SHIT ON MY CONSCIOUS! DON’T SAY I DIDN’T WARN YOU!

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Warnings: Shameless smut, teasing, blowjobs, orgasm denial, light bondage, dom/sub undertones, mommy kinks

Summary: Reader finally has found time to come on tour with Robert. As they are stuck inside the hotel room, she finds a naughty way to keep them both entertained.

Also on AO3

Robert was sitting in his hotel room, focused on the program that was playing on the television when she came out of the bathroom. She smiled when she saw him. She had finally been able to take some time off work to come on tour with him. Robert didn’t seem to make any plans to leave his hotel room today since their manager advised them to stay in to avoid the swarming paparazzi.

She walked up behind him and ran her hands softly through his hair and massaging his scalp, leaning in to plant a kiss on his cheek. Robert placed his hand over hers, not breaking his focus from the program.

She placed a hand on her hip. “I hardly ever see you when you’re off on tour. And when I’m finally able to break free from my job for a few weeks, you want to watch some silly program?”

His gorgeous blue eyes glanced up at her. “It’ll be over in a few minutes, love.”

She sat down beside him. “Are you upset that I didn’t want to go to the party Bonzo is throwing in his room?”

“What? No, it’s fine. I’d rather be here with you anyway.” Robert said while kissing her head softly.

She smiled softly, leaning her head over into the crook of his neck as he continued to watch the program. Robert smiled softly and stretched his arm around to run his fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp gently.

“I’m really glad you’re here, darlin’…” he told her.

“I am too…” she said.

After a few minutes of him focusing on the program, she sat cross-legged on the couch. “You can go up to the party if you want to… I don’t want to keep you from your friends.” Bonzo was his best friend and she knew he’d want to spend time with Jimmy too.

Robert glanced over at her. “No, I don’t want to go up there without you. Not with all the drugs and other women… I know you’re not into that lifestyle. I’d rather be up here with you, my love…” He took her hand in his and kissed it gently. She couldn’t help but smile softly.

“But Bonzo‘s your best friend… I don’t want to keep you from him.”

“I can hang out with Bonzo any day of the tour, okay? You hardly ever get to come on tour with me, so I’m going to spend as much time with you as I can…” His eyes travelled behind the couch to where the bed was before he looked back at her with a hungry and predatory look that lasted no more than a second before his serene smile came back and he put his focus back on the program.

The look he gave her was very brief but she couldn’t help but feel a chill run over her when she saw it.

When the program finally ended, Robert switched the TV off and turned to her, wrapping his arms tight around her waist, pulling her up against him. Even after the several years they had been together, he never failed to make her melt in any way he touched her. He murmured her name as he pressed soft and loving kisses on her lips, all over her face and down her neck. He softly murmured her name when his lips reached her ear. When his teeth scraped at her ear softly, she felt suddenly wet between her thighs, and that was all it took.

She gently unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his chest which was just begging to be kissed. Robert kept his gaze on her as she ran her fingers over the soft curls of his chest hair. She felt him breathe in sharply when she began to kiss his collarbone and down his chest. Her hands rubbed over his shoulders and down his chest until she was stroking and teasing his nipples. She smirked deviously when this caused him to arch slightly into her touch.

Her soft kisses turned into gentle love bites as she kissed up his chest until she reached his nipples. She felt his hand go to her hair as she wrapped her mouth around one of them, licking it. He let out a soft moan which was like music to her ears, as she tried to savor that sound for as long as it lasted.

He didn’t stop her as she began to undo his trousers, his prominent erection poking through, straining the fabric of his boxers.

She smirked up at him. She could feel him pulsing with need even through the fabric.

“You like this, don’t you?” Robert’s voice was tense and whiny, not something she was used to hearing.

“Hmm? Whatever do you mean, my dear?”

“This. Having me at your mercy. Keeping me on the edge.”

She shrugged. “It’s a nice change, isn’t it? You’re usually the one teasing me…”

She pulled his boxer’s down and his hard cock sprang free, already dripping with precum. Her eyes lit up and she looked up at his face. He looked at her with longing.

He whimpered her name softly. “Please… I need you…”

She stroked his shaft ever so gently, causing him to buck his hips off the couch. She took his cock in her hands, wrapping her mouth around it, swirling her tongue around the tip, the salty taste of his precum upon her tongue.

Robert gripped her hair tightly, moaning loudly, a sound which she loved very much. “F-fuck…!” he groaned.

She smirked, pulling back and pressing small kisses to his tip as she felt him twitch in her hand. “I’ve barely gotten started…” she whispered seductively.

He groaned her name. “Unnghh… you little minx…”

She took him into her mouth, and he leaned back on the sofa, arching his back and exposing his neck and chest, a sight that caused a wave of pleasure to shoot straight between her thighs as she sucked him off faster and faster.

He moaned even louder, gripping her hair tightly as he thrust his hips up in time with her sucking, fucking her mouth, her name as well as a string of obscenities rolled off his tongue.

She sucked faster, her head bobbing up and down as his cock hit the back of her throat, causing her to gag slightly, but she controlled her gag reflexes and kept going as her eyes watered.

Robert’s breathing became uneven, and she could tell he was getting close. Before he had the chance to cum, she grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed hard, causing him to let out a whimper that sounded so delicious to her.

She took him out of her mouth and smirked down at him, wiping her mouth. He looked so beautiful when he was helpless. His gorgeous chest was heaving as he panted heavily, his angelic face glistening with sweat.

“What…are…you…doing…?” he panted, and she watched as the color drained out of his face as she got up, leaving him unsatisfied after teasing him for so long. “No… no, you can’t do this to me!” She smirked and walked away from him and towards her suitcase. “No, this isn’t fair! Get your pretty little arse back over here and finish what you started!”

He was pleading with her, his voice desperate.

“Hmm… I don’t think so, love,” she said as she pulled two scarves out of her suitcase and wrapped them around her neck. “How do these look on me?” she asked nonchalantly.

A look of disbelief came across Robert’s face as she pranced around the room seductively, twirling her scarves around as if she was some sort of burlesque dancer. He got up off the couch, pulling his trousers up so that he didn’t trip over them. And then, with a dangerous and predatory glare, he lunged at her, pulling her against his chest and kissing her lips hungrily, almost angrily.

She threw her arms around his neck, kissing him back fiercely after he had taken the bait. He brought his hands up under her rear before lifting her up and carrying her to the bed.

She wrestled with him on the bed, battling him for dominance and pinning his arms above his head, and straddling his waist. His chest heaved as he glared up at her, panting heavily.

“Darlin’… what exactly do you think you’re doing?”

She smiled and slid his shirt off his shoulders before unwrapping the scarves from around her neck. She watched the color drain out of his face as he realized what they were for now.

“We’re going to try something a little different today, my love.” she said as she tied his hands to the bedpost with each scarf.

He whined but didn’t stop her, the aching bulge in his unbuttoned pants throbbing with anticipation.

“Please… let me cum… I’m begging you… it hurts!” he whined, and the tone of his voice only turned her on more.

“I might… if you’re a good boy…”

Robert’s cheeks turned pink suddenly and she smirked at the sight, loving the idea of the “Golden God” lying so helpless and flustered beneath her. “W-what do you want from me…?!”

She smirked and lifted her shirt over her head, freeing her breasts. She didn’t bother wearing a bra today. He stared hungrily up at her, as if he wanted to devour them.

“I want you to call me ‘mommy.’”

His cheeks were as red as ever now. “W-what…?!”

She smirked and unbuttoned her shorts, pulling them down along with her panties and crawling onto the bed, completely naked, and laying beside him.

“I want you to call me ‘mommy,’ and beg me for that sweet release I know you’re aching for.”

Robert was stammering as he looked up at her, his eyes drinking in her gorgeous body, savoring every curve. He wished more than anything that he wasn’t tied to the bed so that he could hold her beautiful breasts in his hands and delve his fingers into her tight little hole. But he knew that was why she had him tied up; to torture him. To have him look but refuse to let him touch.

“M-mommy… please, let me cum…” he whined, as it obviously pained him to have to submit to her.

She smirked and crawled to the foot of the bed. She turned to face him, drinking in the sight of his figure lying flat on his back with his hands bound. She reached her hand between her legs and began to massage her aching clitoris as she watched him look so helpless while tied to the bed.

His manhood raged and throbbed as he was forced to watch her masturbate. She quietly moaned Robert’s name as her finger’s dipped in and out of herself, causing her honey to drip onto her fingers.

He couldn’t take it anymore. His throbbing cock was about to spring out of his pants.

“Mommy, please!” he begged, the sound of his voice nearly sending her over the edge as her face contorted with pleasure, only making him whine even more. “Please just get over here and fuck me!”

She pulled her fingers out of herself before crawling over towards him and holding them over his mouth. He opened his mouth and she stuck her index and middle finger into his mouth, allowing him to lick her honey off of her fingers.

At last, she straddled his hips, yanking his pants and boxers down, allowing his aching cock to spring free. After giving it a few teasing strokes, she slid it easily into her throbbing pussy. They both moaned in unison, their faces contorting with pleasure as her hips seemed to move of their own accord.

Robert writhed in his restraints, letting loud moans escape his lips as she grabbed at his shoulders and bounced on top of him, her beautiful breasts on display as she threw her head back, moaning right along with him. He wanted to hold her, to grab at any piece of her flesh that he could but knew that he was glad that she made him wait like she did. The way her walls clenched his throbbing cock made him realize she ached for him just as much as he ached for her.

She leaned down and shoved her breasts into his face without breaking the rhythm, her hands gripping his head and burying themselves into his golden blond hair. He licked and sucked on her breasts greedily, his hands convulsing in his restraints as he was getting closer.

“M-mommy, I-I need to cum…” he whined into her breasts.

“I know, baby…” she whispered soothingly and she felt a knot form in her stomach, and that was how she could tell she was getting close. “Let’s cum together, okay my love?”

He nodded into her breasts, whining ever so slightly. She began to bounce faster and he bucked his hips up to match her rhythm. She leaned back, causing him to gasp for hair as if he had been drowning. She clutched one hand onto his shoulder as she rode him, the knot in her stomach slowly starting to unravel, and she could no longer take it. She began to cry out.

“R-Robert, I-I can’t take it anymore, I-I’m gonna-“

He cut her off with a wailing moan as he shot his hot seed deep within her, and she felt herself tumble over the edge shortly after, cumming hard around him. They both moaned in unison as she rode out the waves of her orgasm, her hands clawing down his sweat-glistening chest as he arched his back of the bed the same way she had done so many times before with him. She felt a rush of adrenaline as she finally felt the power that he had held over her so many times before, but now it was in her hands.

She eventually collapsed on top of his chest, their naked bodies entwined, the only movements coming from them were their chests heaving as they breathed heavily, and their heartbeats touching.

Finally, Robert spoke. “I love you so much.”

She smiled softly and kissed his lips. “I love you too…” she said with a grin. “You were such a good boy…”

He laughed softly. “You ought to come on tour with me more often… this is too good to have to wait for…”

She kissed his chest softly. “It was worth waiting for though…”

He nodded with a sated grin on his face. “It was…” And then his voice turned awkward. “Erm… you can untie me now…”

She grinned. “Oh, right. Sorry, Robert.” She untied the scarves from the bedpost, freeing his hands and he rubbed his wrists to bring the blood circulation back into his hands. “I hope I wasn’t too rough with you.”

“Oh no, love, it was wonderful,” he said as she rolled off of him and lay down beside him. He pulled her tight up against him, blanketing her with the warmth of his body. “For now, I just want to hold you, darlin’…” But then his tone turned dark. “But you do know that I’m going to have to get you back for that little stunt you just pulled… maybe not tonight… maybe not tomorrow night. But I will get you back for it.”

Excitement and fear rushed through her at the thought of what he had in store for her. She grinned as she rested her head against his bare chest.

“Yes, darlin’, I know...” she whispered sleepily as he gently stroked her hair and kissed her forehead lovingly. She began to slip into a sated sleep.

Yes, she knew. And as fearful as she was, she was looking forward to it.

[evansbby]

i’ve been over sharing so much lately and y’all must be so weirded out lmfaooo bUT it’s bc as I said before I usually write this stuff in my journal but I lost my journal so my blog tags it is!!!!

[twinknote]

does crapitalism ever make u wanna just google the tallest building near u or is it just me

[virescent-v]

hi hello! a cheeky bingo req incoming!

could i request Emily x Reader with the prompt „I want to hear you beg”? Maybe a bit of enemies to lovers? <3

Ask and you shall receive bestie 🫡🫡🫡🫡

[underthenightskydreamsneverdie]

https://www.tumblr.com/underthenightskydreamsneverdie/725780278630580224/guys-im-writing-hotch-smut-and-im-giggling-and

YAYAYAYYAYAYAYAYAAY!!! i swear i’ve read every aaron smut fic ever!!! when is it cominggggg

Omg someone is excited about this *internal panic*

I can’t give you an accurate date because I’ve been struggling with writing so hard lately BUT I’ve got 1.2k words of lead up so hopefully soon 🤞

I’m gonna be an optimist for a sec and say within a week 💗

[starvrse]

you are like papa

(i’m kidding take your time love <3)

GUYS IM AORRY PLEASE DONT TELL ME TO TAKE MY TIME I SHOULDVE BEEN PUT IT OUT LIKE ITS LITERALLY DONE 😭😭😭😭

[vees-wax]

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[joelsgoldrush]

“guilty pleasure” | 8.6k

worst!logan howlett x f!reader

SUMMARY: After saving Earth-10005 from impending disaster, Wade convinces Logan, the alcoholic and easily irritated mutant, to stick around for a while. He’s convinced that nothing good can come out of this experience, until he meets you: the charming bartender with a soft spot for swearing that matches his own. Suddenly, sticking around doesn’t seem so bad after all.

WARNINGS/TAGS: mdni - smut 18+ fluff. drinking. dirty talk. slow-burnish. grumpy!logan x sunshine!reader. reader is really kind but cracks a lot of jokes. age gap (25 vs 200 - they’re basically the same age). oral sex (f receiving). fingering. finger sucking. soft dom!logan. wade being the funniest asshole. logan calls reader "kiddo/kid”.

A/N: HI! first of all, i'd like to thank you for all the support you showed me on my recent post. let me just tell you that i’m LOVING writing for logan. but none of this would be possible without YOU, so yeah, i fucking love y’all.

** regarding this story, i was planning on making it even longer, but writing these two has been so much fun, and i didn’t want it to end just like that (i have attachment issues as you may infer from this note). therefore, i’ve made the decision to write a second part to this fic, which will contain fluff and other stuff (you already know the drill). i don’t know when i’ll be posting it, but i’m sure it won’t take me that long.

*** i’m also working on other one shots (purely fluff/domesticity because i want this man to cradle me in his arms). anyway, i don’t know if anyone’s going to read this, but still, all I have to say is THANK YOU FOR READING MY WORKS! i hope you really like this silly story i made up :)

**** english is not my first language so if you come across any mistakes don’t hesitate to tell me :)

special recognition to @zloshy who allowed me to rant about my own fic 😭 the sweetest human ever

The bar is far from packed, but then again, it never truly is.

Studying your regulars has become your favorite hobby. Soon you end up knowing their names, the drinks they like, and what time they come through the door. It’s what happens when standing on your own two feet and refilling glasses lose all their charm. A part of you thinks you also do it to make them feel safe. No matter how much you try to deny it, you truly care about their well-being.

Is this your dream job? Nope. Definitely not. You’re pretty sure that holding some stranger’s hair while they empty their insides wasn’t on your bingo card for this year. But sadly money doesn’t grow on trees, and university isn’t going to pay itself. Plus, this was the only job in which your resume was not immediately rejected. It should also be stressed that the drunks happen to love you. 

Perhaps this isn’t the life you had always imagined for yourself, but you were getting closer to it. You’d often talk to Adam, a retired psychologist in his seventies. He was without a doubt one of the most loyal clients you’d ever encountered. In the past, he’d even given you free advice on some of your failed hookups. You once told him that in less than two years, you’d be just like him when you got your degree in Psychology. To your surprise, he replied: “You’ll be much better than me, doll. I’m a mess, can’t you see it? You don’t wanna be like me,” his voice was hardly above a whisper as he continued. “I should be at my daughter’s birthday right now, but I didn’t get an invitation this year. Believe me, you don’t want to end up like this old man.” 

Like Adam, most of the men who frequented the bar day-to-day saw it as an opportunity to hide within the shadows. In comparison to the other pubs in the area, the one you work at doesn’t receive that much attention from the general public. A dimly lit place where only music from the 80s is allowed. You’re certain that if a health inspector ever came down here, you’d be in serious problems. But hey, you know what they say: do not worry about tomorrow; instead, live in the now.

The atmosphere of the bar shifts dramatically as the main door slams shut with a resounding thud, pulling you abruptly out of your daydreaming. You turn to see who’s arrived, but as soon as your eyes meet his, you’re compelled to look away. Nevertheless, the brief glance you catch of the stranger’s features is enough for you to unlock your phone and send a quick text to your best friend. 

You:

cutie patootie alert

there’s this really handsome guy at the bar

i don’t think i’ve ever seen him before

i think i’m in love with him

my night just got a 100% better

Allison:

age

what does he look like

is he bald?

You:

he looks like he could be in his early fifties??? it’s hard to tell UGH i wish you were here

brown hair, beard, 6’2 if i’m not wrong 

i didn’t stare at him for too long

otherwise that would’ve been very weird

and no he’s not fucking bald

that happened only once and i was not aware of that gentleman’s lack of hair 

Allison:

so you’re dating retired now

get it grandma!

You:

oh fuck you allison 

Allison: 

it’s okay girl we all have our flaws

just make sure it’s nobody’s father

wait it’s not mine right?

You:

nah your dad’s way hotter don’t you worry about it

Allison:

bitch 

Even with the music blasting through the speakers that are attached to the ceiling, you can still hear the low murmur and the whispers. The mysterious stranger seems to have attracted the attention of the other patrons, some of whom have even raised their phones to take photos. Your eyebrows draw together. Why would they do something like this, approaching the man as if he were a celebrity? Since curiosity never fails to kill the cat, you decide to get involved.

“Do I have somethin’ on my face?” you hear him ask the crowd, his raspy voice making your knees wobbly. He sounds enraged. You step on your tiptoes, trying to see what all the fuss is about, albeit it’s pretty hard considering how these men are caging him with their bodies.

The glow of a phone’s flashlight catches your attention, and suddenly, a chair is dragged without much elegance. “Enough of that, y’hear me?”

Enter you now. “Okay, gentlemen, I’m sorry. I’m gonna need you to make some space for me, alright?” you mumble as you gently push them aside. “Thank you, thank you. Y’all can be real sweethearts when you put your minds to it.”

Then you spot him, and it becomes clear why everyone is making such a fuss. 

Gary, your worst client ever, steps forward. His nasty breath clouds your senses as he rests one of his sweaty hands on your shoulder. “Doll, it’s the fucking Wolverine. Don’t ask him for a picture, though. He doesn’t seem to be in the mood for that.”

The last thing you needed to see today was a fight (despite your knowledge of who would be the winner). You locate yourself amidst them, shaking your head like a disappointed mother, so as to add a tiny bit of drama to the situation.

“Guys, what you’re doing here is completely inappropriate. I thought I’d taught you better. Imagine if I were to pull this crap on you. You wouldn’t have it.”

Adam presses his lips together, flushing a bit. “She does have a point.” 

“Thank you, peanut. You’re still my favorite,” you flash him an honest smile. Scrutinizing the rest of the men, you continue with your speech. “You can still make up for it and fill my tip jar all the way to the top. Deal?” they all scoff, barking their disagreement. “Oh, you don’t like the sound of that? Then leave him alone, okay? Class dismissed! Back to your places,” you clap your hands repeatedly, signaling them to go away. “Chop chop. All this alcohol won’t be drinking itself.”

Just like that, everything goes back to normal in the blink of an eye. Wolverine sits back down in his chair, leaning closer to the table and resting both elbows on it. He examines you, lifting his chin while his brown eyes take in every inch of you.

“Thank you,” he utters, his eyes still trained on your features. 

“No need to. It’s what I’m here for,” you point to your work clothes, which consist of an antiqued apron and a silly sticker that has your name written on it. “Can I get you anything to drink? It’s also Burger Night. You can get one for half the usual price.”

(No. It’s not fucking Burger Night. You just happen to find yourself deeply attracted to him.)

He doesn’t seem too eager to hear you talk. “Not hungry at the moment. But I could use some whiskey.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, kid. Very sure.” Well, now he does look annoyed.

“Great. I’ll be back in a minute,” you move as if you were in a race, returning to him after a hot minute. Setting his glass down on the table, you fill it with some old whiskey you don’t even know the name of. Still, he omits that detail, gulping down two-fingers of whiskey as if it were water. “I see you’re thirsty.”

“Could you leave the bottle here?” those brown puppy eyes are begging you to do as he says, and although you’d be happy to oblige, rules are rules. 

“Actually, I can’t. The bottle stays on the counter. But you can always join me at the front,” your proposal doesn’t appear to have the desired effect on him. “I won’t talk to you if that’s what you want.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” he rubs his neck, drawing a long breath as he stands up. 

You can feel many pairs of eyes searing into your soul. The others ask you for more drinks and you pour them, pricking up your ears when you hear them talking about him.

“What a weirdo. Didn’t you see it on TV? He’s not even from this universe,” Gary explains, looking for accomplices to hate on Wolverine. “Let me tell y’all something: he shouldn’t even be here. He’s fucking dead on this earth.”

Yeah… that you knew.

It had been all over the news for weeks. Some would even swear that he was back from the dead, but that was until the representatives from the TVA spoke their truth. If someone would’ve told you a month ago that multiple universes were a thing, you would’ve laughed in their face.

As if that weren’t already difficult to process, your mind does the job of reminding you that there’s a man with metal claws sitting a few meters away from you. Despite that, you can’t seem to be scared of him. There’s something magnetic about his personality and that don’t-come-near-me-or-there-will-be-consequences expression that he has. Why had you promised not to speak to him? Dammit.

“I can hear your thoughts,” a muscle in his jaw twitches after knocking back another glass of whiskey. He squeezes his eyes shut before tapping the table with two fingers, silently asking for a refill.

“I thought you didn’t want me to talk,” you raise one of your eyebrows, and you behold how the corners of his mouth turn up for an instant. “I can assure you your liver hates you.”

“Alcohol won’t kill me, so don’t be afraid. Keep ‘em coming.”

For nearly twenty minutes, he does nothing but drink. He attempts to light a cigar at some point, and you stop him. “You can’t smoke in here.”

“No special treatment?” he inquires, placing the cigar between his parted lips and tilting his head back. He’s so… dreamy. He has to know it.

“I saved your ass today. The least you can do is not cause me any trouble.”

His eyes widen at your words, blinking owlishly. “You saved my what?”

“Your goddamn ass. You were about to start a fight.”

“Blame the idiots you have for clients,” he says, jerking his thumb toward your direction. “I was just mindin’ my own business. They came for me, not the other way around.”

“Look, Wolvie. I–”

“Wolvie?” giving a bitter laugh, he rams a hand through his hair. “That’s the worst nickname I’ve heard in a long time,” he looks at you through his lashes, getting rid of his leather jacket. “It’s Logan.”

“Wow. Your name is very boybandish.”

You succeed in making him laugh once again. It’s the perfect opportunity for you to observe his face without feeling like you were just about to get caught. He has deep creases and worry lines etched between his eyebrows, a brown beard that perfectly frames his jaw, and a few white hairs scattered in his sideburns. Pearly teeth that go hand in hand with one of the most impeccable smiles you’ve ever seen, and a pair of brown eyes that make you feel weak in the knees. You know for a fact that he’s a lot older than you; his exact age remains a mystery, but his appearance is enough for you to start fantasizing.

Shit, you want him. You should feel sickened by the mere thought of being with him. He was born God knows when, has lived hundreds of years. Still, the idea of tracing his cheekbones with your fingers while lying on his chest doesn’t leave you. This is fucked up. You are fucked up. A fucked up Psychology student. The joke is pretty much self-explanatory.

“So this is where you’ve been hiding, you preening slut. Can’t even bother to answer my calls now?”

The tension between you shatters like a glass dropped onto the floor. He doesn’t dare to look in the direction of the owner of that voice, not even as the seat next to him gets taken. He pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Wade, what the hell are you doin’ here?”

“It hasn’t been exactly easy, raising our kid on my own. I don’t even have money to hire a babysitter, Lo. I spent nine months carrying your child, and for what? You end up going after a bartender,” the masked man turns to you, giving a sly wink. “No offense, baby. You must be a real sweetheart. In fact, do you want my number? The name’s Wade, but you can call me whatever you like.”

“You dumb fuck. Are you flirtin’ with her?”

“No shit, smartass. You’re the future of this country.”

A soft giggle escapes you despite your attempt to hold it back. You take a step back, admiring the two men. “Well, aren’t you two a beautiful couple?”

“You should see our little munchkin. He’s got my eyes and Logan’s hair. His first word was gubernatorial.”

“Would you like to have a drink while you’re here?”

“A beer would be great. Thank you, sugarbear. You’re the cutest,” Wade sinks back into his chair, resting his chin on his palm. He jerks his head in Logan’s direction, bumping his shoulder. “She’s the cutest. Are you two together?”

Logan rubs his forehead, speaking through gritted teeth. “How did you find me?”

“It's the power of love, baby. I had It’s All Coming Back To Me Now on repeat for hours. Couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

Handing Wade a cold beer, your eyes scan Logan’s face. “I didn’t know patience was your strongest suit.”

“Me neither.”

“Enough of that! I can’t stand not being included in a conversation,” Wade throws his hands in the air, and you look at him. “There you are. So, what about you? Are you even allowed to be here? Did bars change their policies?”

You can’t help but snort. “I’m 25.”

Wade looms closer, lowering his voice. “Now that I think about it, you could totally be Logan’s caretaker. He’s been having some issues recently, given his age. Do you… know anything about adult diapers?”

But then Logan’s face contorts, turning crimson. He rises from his seat, grabbing Wade’s arm. “That’s it. We’re leavin’,” his eyes lock on you for a moment. “How much do I owe you?”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s on the house.”

The things you’re willing to do for a man, right? You should be ashamed of yourself.

(But you aren’t.)

His mouth hangs open in disbelief. “Kiddo, are you–”

“Completely sure,” you finish his sentence for him, bowing your head and clasping your arms behind your body. A tight-lipped smile takes over you. “Just don’t tell my boss.”

Wade shifts his gaze back and forth between Logan and you. “I usually don’t mind third-wheeling, but I sort of feel left out.”

“I’m gonna sew your mouth shut, Wade.”

“Oh, come on! I was just making small talk,” the masked man tries to excuse himself while Logan pushes him towards the door. “It was a pleasure meeting you, sunshine. I’m free on Thursdays. Hit me up if his whiskey dick fails to impress you! Mine’s way more agile and young!”

As you watch them leave the bar, you remain frozen in your place amidst the clamor of ongoing chatter and clinking glasses.

What the fuck had just happened?

“Patrick’s normally the first one to get wasted during weekends,” you explain to the blonde woman sitting in front of you, and she writes that information down in her notebook. “He can usually handle himself, but at some point, he’ll try to call his ex-wife, and that’s when you know you need to stop serving him.”

She clicks her tongue, the color draining out of her face. “This is… definitely a lot to remember. I think I already forgot half of what you said.”

You shake your head, shoving your hands in your pockets. “You’ll get used to it, believe me. I’ll be with you at all times, so if you have any doubts, just ask me.”

After a whole year of working solo at the bar, you finally get to have a coworker: Gwen, a mother of two teenagers in her forties. You had met her at the grocery store, and in the process of helping her find a specific brand of cookies, you found out that she had recently lost her job. One thing led to another, and now she’s your trainee.

Your savior complex strikes again!

It has been four days since your first encounter with Logan. The thought that he could show up at any moment makes your heart race and your hands sweat. Allison had received countless voice messages where you narrated the entire experience in full detail. 

Touching your arm softly, Gwen’s face lights up. “Another man came in. Is he a regular? I don’t think you told me about him.”

Fuck, it’s him. Manifesting does work wonders. He locks eyes with you and raises a hand in greeting.

“Leave this one to me,” you tell her as your feet take you to where Logan’s sitting, contemplating the way in which his leather jacket hugs his wide frame. “Long time no see.”

“Hey, kid,” he grins. “What’s up?”

“Nothing much. Nobody has puked yet, so that’s a good thing,” you crinkle your nose, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. “Whiskey?”

“You know me so well,” a smirk takes place in his lips, and he smiles cockily. “Though this time, I won’t be leavin’ without payin’.”

“We’ll see about that,” you go back to your usual spot behind the counter, looking for a glass. Your cheeks kind of hurt from smiling so hard. Next to you, Gwen studies your reaction to seeing Logan. “Is that your boyfriend?”

You almost drop the whiskey bottle. “God, no. He’s not my boyfriend. Barely know the guy.”

“It’s funny,” she says, raising her eyebrows with a knowing look, as if she knows something you don’t. “He hasn’t stopped looking at you since he arrived.”

“It’s probably because of this,” you reply, lifting the bottle in her direction before pouring a small amount into a glass. Just as you’re about to walk over to him, a girl slides into the sit beside him, her long blonde hair swept up in a ponytail. She’s wearing a stunning red dress and black heels. You wonder if she’s a model, because she certainly looks like one.

Her hand creeps up his arm, fingernails scraping against the worn leather. Although Logan’s expression is hard to read, he doesn’t even flinch.

“You know what? Here’s his drink– You take care of it. I’ll stay here,” you don’t give Gwen a chance to talk back, instead staying behind the bar, engaging in small talk with other clients. 

“Doll, are you okay?” Adam asks you after noticing you struggling to open a beer bottle. He takes it from your hands and opens it with ease. “There you go.”

“Thank you, Adam. I’m fine, never been better. Why you ask?

“You sure?”

“Affirmative.”

“You mixed up our drinks,” he explains in his most psychologist-like voice. “This never happens to you. Michael has my wine, and I’ve got his martini.”

“Fuck! I’m so sorry. I just— I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” you chew on your bottom lip, rubbing your temples. “I feel stupid.”

“Oh, please. Don’t say that. You’re far from being stupid,” he sits up straight, reaching for your fingers and giving them an apologetic squeeze. “If you ask me, I think you’ve got your mind on someone else,” he must notice how you visibly get tense because he adds: “Remember: I know when you’re lying. You didn’t charge him the other day, which means that you must really like him,” taking a tentative sip of the martini he didn’t even ordered, Adam shrugs. “I’m a great observer. That’s all.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you see the blonde girl from before returning to where her friends are chatting. Logan is left alone, and you watch him grab his glass and head towards the counter.

“As I said, your mind’s somewhere else,” Adam sighs, a tiny smirk tugging at his lips. “Go get your man. I’ll survive.”

“Not my man. But thanks, older-and-wiser-version-of-cupid.”

Pretending not to have seen Logan, you continue with your work. He remains silent for some minutes before finally saying: “Hi.”

Hi? It sounds so out of character for him.

“Hey, claws,” you force a smile, still avoiding to meet his gaze. “Do you need anything?”

Logan points to his empty glass, like a toddler asking for more cereal. “I also wanted to talk to you.”

“I thought you were busy over there,” you say, surprisingly managing to sound nonchalant, despite the jealousy bubbling underneath your friendly tone. “Did you get her number?”

“What? No.”

“Why not? She’s cute.”

Yeah, maybe you don’t sound as collected as you think.

Whether Logan notices it or not, he chooses not to mention it. He folds his arms over his chest, fixing his brown eyes on you. “I’m not interested.”

“And what is it that interests you, champ?” your question elicits a low chuckle from him. Just as he opens his mouth to seemingly reply, Gwen appears out of nowhere to ask you about the price of a certain drink. Your gaze shifts between her and Logan, who remains focused on you while sipping his drink.

After that, Gwen leaves. The man in front of you goes poker-faced, pursing his lips, and his abrupt change in demeanor alarms you. “Wade wants to have dinner tomorrow at his apartment– well, our apartment. I live with him now. It’s complicated,” he adds with a dismissive wave of his hand, and you laugh. “Anyway, he asked me to tell you that you’re invited. I know we don’t know each other that much, but… he said you seem like someone worth havin’ around,” he mumbles awkwardly, eyes downcast. “I think the same as well.”

You could die at peace.

“You’re a lucky fucker because I don’t work on Sundays,” you quip, smiling. “I’d be more than happy to attend your feast.”

“Great. I thought you would turn down the invitation.”

“Now why would you think that?”

“‘Cause you barely know me– us,” he corrects himself rapidly. “Plus, Wade’s annoying as hell when he puts his mind to it. You’ll see.”

“Marital problems?” he actually in response. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’. Oh, I’ll bring the dessert.”

“You don’t have to.”

“But I do want to,” you tilt your head in an effort to hide your longing for him.

“Just want to get under my skin, huh? I can see why Wade likes you,” Logan beams, reaching out to tuck a $100 bill into the pocket of your apron. “The tip’s included.”

“I don’t know how things work in your universe, but you’re giving me way more money than you’re supposed to. I can't accept this.”

“Oh, but you will,” his gravelly voice fucks your system up, and you’re glad he can’t see how you squeeze your legs together behind the bar.

He writes down Wade’s address on a random napkin, holding his breath as he stands up. “I should get goin’. See you tomorrow then.”

Before he walks out the door, you stop him. “Logan? You didn’t answer my other question.”

His back shakes momentarily with laughter. Turning around to face you, his stare leaves you even more confused. “Good night, doll.”

This is becoming a habit: every time he goes away, you feel as though you’ve just run a marathon with no water available. Your mouth is completely dry, your fingers are numb and there’s a knot in your stomach that’s becoming all too familiar.

“Would you mind telling me where you got him?” Gwen’s voice makes you almost jump out of your skin.

“He’s not from around here. I think he’s Canadian.”

You’ve got this. You’ve got this. You’ve got this.

Knocking softly on Wade’s door, you step back, the container holding the tiramisu cold to your touch. It’s your first time trying out this recipe, so you’re expecting it to at least not taste like shit.

Wade answers the apartment door, acting surprised when you remain silent. “Well, look what the wind blew in: if it isn’t my husband’s lover. How dare you? We’re still going to couples therapy.”

You show him the container, and he squints at it. “Tiramisu. You want it or not?”

“I hate twenty-somethings,” he says with a defeated sigh, stepping aside to let you into the apartment. 

Leaving your purse on the nearest surface, you scan the living room, wondering where Logan might be. There’s a small mirror beneath the couch, and you check yourself for the hundredth time tonight. “Don’t get too excited. He’s still showering,” Wade’s voice rings in your ears, and you turn to look at him, your eyebrows knitted. “Yeah. I noticed. You’re already drooling over that big piece of metal between his legs.”

“Keep quiet!” you cover his mouth with your palm, noticing the scarred state of his skin up close. “Wade, you fucking dog. Are you licking my hand?”

“Couldn’t help it. You taste like mascarpone cheese and espresso.”

Then Logan emerges from the bathroom, with only a white towel draped around his waist. Droplets of water fall from his wet hair, tracing the muscle of his abs, ending somewhere beneath his happy trail. Your eyes keep flickering between him and his torso until he clears his throat. “I thought you were comin’ later.”

“Me too, but I…,” you trail off, your brain struggling to catch up, “I didn’t know what else to do at my place.”

“It’s fine. Just– let me put on some clothes.”

“Please don’t,” Wade murmurs next to you, but Logan only scoffs. “I was just being honest. Communication is key.”

When Wade and you are alone again, he lets out a harsh breath. “That was probably the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. My pants are really tight right now.”

“Thin walls, buddy!” Logan shouts from his bedroom, earning a laugh from you. 

Like A Prayer starts playing. Wade moves his hips to the beat, getting lost in the melody. “Is that your phone?”

“Yeah, but I always take a few seconds to dance to it. Such a banger!” he says, then picks up his phone, accepting the call. “Hey, Ness! What´s up?” Wade covers the speaker before telling you: “It’s Vanessa. My ex-girlfriend. We fuck once a week, sometimes even twice.”

From behind, Logan nudges your arm with his, looking at you. ”Hey, kid.”

“No, I’m not busy at all,” Wade exclaims, grabbing his crotch and thrusting into the air. “I’ll be there in ten, cupcake. See you,” he spreads his arms wide and whistles. “Someone’s getting laid tonight!”

“You made me come all the way here… and now you’re leaving?”

“What? My friend Wolverine wanted to invite you over. I just had to provide the apartment,” in one quick movement, he presses a kiss to your cheek, then does the same to Logan. “Shave yourself, will you?”

“Go fuck yourself, will you?”

“Love you too, honey. Hope you two lovebirds have a good night, because I know I will!”

Wade throws a wink over his shoulder before heading out, the apartment going dead silent. Logan and you stand frozen, staring at each other, although he quickly drops his gaze, unable to maintain eye contact. A giggle threatens to escape you: he wanted to see you. Could he possibly enjoy your company as much as you enjoy his?

Logan watches the spot where Wave had just been. The absence of his chaotic energy makes the room feel strangely empty now. He coughs lightly, the sound awkwardly loud in the quiet room.

“So... I, uh, bought pizza,” he says, his voice a little too casual, as if trying to cover up his nervousness. Averting his eyes, he focuses on the pizza boxes on the table.

You catch the hesitation in his tone, your curiosity piqued by his discomfort. Tilting your head, a teasing smile forms on your lips. “Pizza, huh? You sure know how to impress a girl.”

Logan chuckles, the sound strained, as he scratches the back of his neck. “Yeah, well, I figured it was a safe choice. Didn’t want to ruin it, y’know?”

You move closer to the table, the warmth from the pizza boxes radiating against your hands as you open one of them. The rich smell of melted cheese and pepperoni fills the air, a comforting scent that makes your stomach growl softly. “Thank you. I’m a big fan of pizza.”

He sits in the chair across from you, taking a bite of his slice. You watch him quietly, your own thoughts churning. The truth of his origins had been a shock at first, but now, it just made you want to know more about the man. What was his life like in the other universe? Did he miss it? Was he happier here, or was he longing to return?

“Logan…,” you begin, your tone gentle but probing, “Can I ask you something?”

He glances up at you, eyes widening. There’s something in your eyes –an understanding, maybe– that makes him feel like you could see right through him. 

“Sure,” he replies, trying to sound more at ease than he really feels. “Ask away.”

You hesitate for a moment, not wanting to push too hard. “I was wondering... would it be okay if I asked you some questions? About, you know, your life. Where you're from.”

The bite of pizza suddenly feels heavy in his mouth. He hadn’t talked much about his world, not even with Wade. Partly because it was too painful, and partly because he wasn’t sure how to explain how things turned out for him. He nods slowly, setting his slice down. “Yeah, it's okay. I’ll answer what I can.”

“I just... I want to understand you better.”

“Well, first and foremost, I’m no hero. You should know that by now.”

“I beg to differ.”

“Kid, I’m the worst Logan. A complete failure. Of all the variants out there, Wade just had to pick the one despised by every living soul on his earth,” Logan looks away, his voice low and heavy. You’re wondering if doing this was a good idea. “I need a drink.”

He gets up and you follow him into the kitchen. He rummages through the fridge, in search of a cold beer. Meanwhile, you attempt to find the right words. “I don’t think–”

With a sharp flick of his wrist, three metal claws sprout from between his knuckles. A gasp catches in your throat as he uses his claws to pierce the beer can, drinking from the punctured holes. Once he’s done, he goes back to staring at you. Your gaze, on the other hand, is still glued to the now-empty beer can. “What?” he asks, exhaling slowly.

“That was completely unnecessary,” you mutter, and he lets out a bitter chuckle, tossing the can into the trash. “But, back to what you said before– I don’t think you’re the worst Logan.”

“You didn’t know me back then, darlin’. I fucked it up,” he leans against the counter, arms crossed defensively over his chest. “Like the Logan from this universe, I once belonged to the X-Men too. I remember that Scott used to beg me to wear my suit. So did Jean, Storm, Beast– All of them,” his gaze grows more distant, and you can tell that memories are flooding his mind. “Wanted me to be part of the team, but I wouldn’t do it. Told them they looked fucking ridiculous.”

The pizza’s long forgotten. You take the risk and get a bit closer to him, your eyes never leaving his. 

Logan’s silence stretches for a moment before he speaks again. “One day, while I was off on my own, the humans came. They went mutant hunting.”

Your heart clenches at the pain in his voice. He still remembers everything as if it had happened yesterday. “I can guess the rest. You don’t have to–”

But he cuts you off. “No, let me say it. I need to say it,” he takes a deep breath, lowering his head. “By the time I stumbled home, shit-faced from the bar, it was too late. They were dead. They called after me and I walked away.”

Reaching out, your hand gently brushes against his. He doesn’t pull away, but instead searches for your eyes. “My suit's all I've got to remind me of who they were. What I did. I found them and they were… dead. I started killing, and I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop. I turned the whole world against the X-Men.”

You tighten your grip on his hand, knowing there’s nothing you can do to change how he feels. “You’re not a bad person, Logan,” he shakes his head, mumbling something you can’t quite catch. “I mean it. What happened back then doesn’t define you. You took the blame for their deaths upon yourself. I can tell you loved them deeply, and I’ll never fully understand the pain you feel. I wish I could. I wish I could take it away, make you forget somehow, but I can’t. That’s not how life works. But you got your second chance: you saved this world. My world,” gently cupping his face in your hands, you allow your fingers to caress his cheeks. He leans into your touch, watching you with half-lidded eyes. “You’re my hero. I’m your biggest fan– after Wade, obviously, which is a lot to say.”

He grins, letting out a laugh. “Easy there, bub.”

“Should I give you some space?”

That’s the last thing he wants from you right now. You already know that as he looks you up and down, placing his hands on the small of your back, his thumbs drawing small circles on your skin. There’s no turning back– The warmth between you feels almost like a fever dream. “For a long time, all I wanted was to disappear. I couldn’t stand waking up every morning, knowing that another day awaited me.”

“And what happened?” your breath mingles with his, his closeness becoming nearly intoxicating. “What changed?”

“I met a pretty girl at a pub, that’s what happened,” he murmurs, his dilated pupils flicking up to meet your gaze. “I’m gonna kiss you now.”

“Do all your kisses come with a warning?”

“God, do you ever shut up?”

You don’t have time to respond because he kisses you there and then. His stubble scrapes your skin as your mouths meet again and again, needy hands that hold you as if you were prone to breaking. Logan licks into your mouth, sliding his tongue against yours and swallowing every one of your whimpers.

“So this is what it takes to shut you up, huh?” he murmurs against your lips. You can feel him smiling, and it makes your heart skip a beat. 

“Keep talking and you won’t get a single bite of my tiramisu,” you tease him, kissing him again, the taste of beer numbing your senses. “I really like kissing you.”

“The feeling’s mutual, but now that you’ve mentioned that tiramisu…”

“Am I that easily replaced?”

“No. You’re just a pain in the ass.”

Jokes aside, you’re as happy as a clam.

Since that night you and Logan kissed, you’ve been living your best life. Like a freaking schoolgirl with a crush. Some things never seem to change.

He hasn’t been to the bar in three days. Yes, you’re counting them. No, you haven’t lost your mind. You want to see him, but there’s something about making the first move that gives you the chills. What would his reaction be if you showed outside of apartment?

It’s been a long time since you’ve been with anybody. On top of that, all the guys you’ve dated were your age. Being with someone that older than you certainly wasn’t no your plans. You’d be lying if you said that the mere idea of being with him in that way didn’t excite you.

Oh boy, you miss him. You miss his scruffy voice, his gorgeous hair. And you two aren’t even official yet. To be honest, you don’t even know what he wants from you. Is he even the type to be in a relationship?

“Nighty night, gentlemen,” you say to Gary and his friends as you find yourself in front of them, smoothing your apron. Gwen had called in sick tonight, so it’s just you at the bar babysitting a bunch of grown-men.

“What’s up, doll? You’ve forgotten about us. We miss you coming in here to chat,” Gary’s eating his burger at the same time he speaks, something you find repulsive, but you’ve seen worse. “Y’know, I’d love to take you out someday. I have a place you’d like.”

The other men laugh and punch him in the back, just boosting his ego. Pathetic. 

“I’ll let you know when I’m free,” you reply with the most polite smile you can offer, intending to go on. “What are you having tonight?”

“You always pull that shit, baby. I don’t think you’re so busy that you can’t accept a date.”

You hate the way he’s looking at you, as if you were wrong for not being interested. As if you didn’t know any better.

“You’re reading minds now? Shocking, Gary.”

“Oh, doll. That attitude of yours shows you’ve never been with a real man like me, that’s all,” he leans back in his chair, resting one of his arms on the table and the other one near his crotch, manspreading. “It’s alright. I like you bratty.”

“I’ll be back when you finally have something to order,” you attempt to turn around but he grabs your wrist, pulling you closer. Your eyes lock, and he seems to enjoy this: being in control. Like a predator hunting his prey. “Come on, Gary. I don’t want to have to kick you out.”

“It’s not that you don't like me, right? You’ve already got your mouth full.”

“Careful.”

“What? Don’t tell me you’re not fucking that useless mutant. I see you like ‘em older. Pretty little things like you drive me wild.”

You laugh in his face, showing him your teeth. “It was never about your age, Gary. You’re right: I do like them older. I’m just not into bald, vertically-challenged pricks.”

His entourage of idiots goes silent after that. He looks up at you, eyes burning with hatred. His grip on your wrist tightens, probably leaving a mark. “Fucking bitch.”

“Get your hands off her.”

Logan’s voice forces the two of you to look in his direction. It seems that he’s just arrived at the pub, his jacket still on. 

“You joining us? We’re just getting started here, big boy.”

“Did you not hear me?” Logan lunges forward, his nose almost touching Gary’s. “The fuck is wrong with you?”

“Easy there, cowboy. I’m just having a chat with your girl. She’s one of the good ones, I’ll give you that,” arching a sly brow, his forehead puckers. “You don’t like sharing? We can even take turns.”

Logan clenches his jaw, lips set in a grim line. “Say one more word, and I’ll fucking kill you.”

“I’ll give you a full sentence instead: can you even get it up?” 

The tension in the air is thick, every second stretching out as Logan's anger simmers dangerously close to the surface. Gary’s smug grin only makes it worse, pushing him to the edge. Before you can react, Logan’s fist swings forward, connecting with Gary’s jaw with a sickening crack. Gary staggers back, realising your wrist. Blood seeps from his nose, his white shirt becoming stained with it. “You fucker! You broke my nose!”

“We’re just getting started here, big boy,” Logan mocks him, repeating his previous words.

“Stop!” you shout, moving quickly to grab his arm, trying to pull him back. But he’s beyond hearing, his rage blinding him to everything else. He shakes you off, and with a fierce growl, drives another punch into Gary’s stomach. The latter doubles over, gasping for air, the wind knocked out of him. He then falls to the floor, curling into a ball. People start to gather around you, and soon your beloved bar becomes a box ring.

“That’s enough, Logan! He’s barely conscious,” you murmur under your breath, stepping between them, hands up in a desperate attempt to create some space. Logan pauses, chest heaving, fists still clenched, as he finally looks at you. The wildness in his eyes starts to fade, replaced by a dawning realization of what he’s done.

“He deserved it,” he nods vigorously to himself, as if trying to explain his point. “He was hurting you.”

“If you keep that up, you’re going to kill him. My bar is not a fucking cemetery,” your voice trembles a little bit, expecting to talk some sense into him. “I won’t let you do this.”

The room is quiet now, the only sound being Logan’s heavy breathing as he stands there, still tense, still processing. You turn to Gary’s friends, cold fury in your eyes. “Get him out of here,” you watch as they haul him up, practically dragging him to the door. The other clients continue to stare at Logan, their mouths hanging open. “Everybody out, right now! Go home. We’re closing earlier tonight.”

Adam is the last person to leave, slamming the door behind him. You rush to the counter, searching for a mop to clean the fresh blood off the floor. Still agitated, the images of Logan hitting Gary flash in your mind. He approaches you from behind, his fingers circling your forearm. “Bub–”

“Don’t. Now is not the time.”

“I was protecting you.”

“I told you to stop, and you didn’t. You just shook me off,” you snap, glancing at his knuckles which are not even bruised. Slamming your eyes shut, you get to your feet and wash your hands in the sink, the remaining water becoming reddish for a moment.

Logan moves closer, resting his chin on your shoulder. He wraps his arms lazily around your middle section. ”I’m sorry.”

You turn in his arms, your back flushed against the sink and your nose in the air. “Why didn’t you call me?”

“I don’t have a phone.”

“But– Jesus, Logan. You could’ve come sooner. I thought you regretted what happened the other day,” you say and the muscles in his face twitch, his body stiffening at your words. “Thought you no longer wanted me.”

“No, bub. I– I still want you. I want all of you, trust me,” he murmurs, and you allow him to press his body against yours, the scent of the cigar he must have smoked recently enveloping your senses. “I just… don’t know how to do this. I have a habit of ruining things, and I’m trying to figure out the best way to be with you without hurting you.”

“Pushing me away also hurts,” your eyes flick up to meet his gaze again, and he whispers under his breath. “I can’t read your mind. You need to tell me what’s going on in that ancient skull of yours.”

His face falters, flashing you a mischievous look. His hand creeps under the fabric of your shirt, fingernails scrapping against your spine. “I’m sorry, princess. I truly am.”

“You can’t just say ‘sorry’ with that voice and expect me to–”

You’re cut off by his lips crashing down onto yours. You melt into the kiss, unable to deny what your body has been craving for the past days. 

“I thought your kisses came with a warning,” you say, detaching your mouth from his, a smile spreading uncontrollably in your face as you see his toothy grin.

“Shut up and kiss me, will you?”

In a clash of tongues and teeth, your mouths meet once again. Tugging the hair at his nape, you feel him growl against your lips. His strong hands trace every curve of your body, kneading the flesh of your hips and undoing the knot at the back of your apron. You’re becoming one with the sink, but in a moment like this, you couldn’t care less. Logan’s hard on nudges your lower stomach, and he ruts against you like an animal.

“You said you wanted to know what’s on my mind, right?” his teeth nibble on the skin of your neck, syrupy voice going straight to your core. “Well, I’d love nothing more than to touch you right now.”

“Right here? On the counter?”

“Yeah, on the fucking counter,” he grabs you by your thighs, hosting you up and placing your body on top of the cold bar. He nudges your knees apart, his bulge meeting your clothed cunt deliciously. “Will you let me, baby? Can I make you come in here?”

“Please. I’m glad we have such a low budget. Camera installment is t–too expensive these days.”

“Do you always talk this much?” he slowly unbuttons your pants, and you help him to remove them.

“Yes. Next question,” your breath hitches in your throat as you feel the pad of his thumb circling your clit through your panties. Your eyelids drop, your head lolling back. “Fuck, that feels good.”

Logan hums, mesmerized with the way your hips roll into his hand, your whimpers sounding like music to his ears. “You have any idea how I felt when I saw him touching you? Wanted to rip his hands off you,” his eyes drift to your chest, how it rises and falls with impatience. “But it’s me who gets to have you like this. He can fantasize about you all he wants: I’m the only one who touches you, ain’t I right?” you sigh with content as his fingers graze your slit, aimlessly bucking your hips. He doesn’t go any further, and you tug at the collar of his flannel, needing more of his callousand hands on you. “Nuh-uh. You want something, you gotta use your words. Got it?”

“I w–want your fingers inside me,” you don’t even recognize your own voice at this point. The few guys you had slept with had never been very talkative during sex. But Logan isn’t like them. This is just the beginning and you’re already starting to realize that he has a dirty mouth, that expectant look on his face as he waits to see your reaction to his words. “Please, Logan. I want you so bad.”

“Oh, I know, bub. There’s something about me I don’t think you know,” he inserts one of his fingers in your cunt, your slick coating the palm of his hand. “These claws I have… they didn’t come on their own. Let’s just say my sense of smell is… pretty good,” Logan can almost see the gears turning in your head as you try to think coherently. He moves his middle finger in and out of you, stretching your walls. “And you… have been wet ever since the first time you saw me. Always nice to everybody, making sure they feel at ease,” you feel like you’re being stretched even further, another one of his fingers sinking into your warm pussy. “But you’re so needy, too. How long has it been since someone touched you like this?”

“Too long, f–fuck. Too long,” you’re squirming, a totally whiny mess. He retratcs his wet fingers and instead goes back to flicking your clit, this time with much less delicacy. His left hand squeezes your tits, and you hate the fact that you’re still wearing clothes. “Shit, Logan. I need you to fuck me. Please. Need your cock.”

His face comes to rest at your neck, and you feel lingering kisses and bites that keep you grounded to earth. “Not here. I need a bed to fuck you properly. You’re only getting my fingers now,” he positions them inches away from your entrance, testing your patience. “Tell me who owns this pussy.”

“L-logan–”

“Tell me and I’ll make you come,” his husky voice is making you dizzy, tears shimmering in your eyes. “Come on. Know you want it as much as I do.”

You succumb to the tentation, like divinity turned to sin. He kisses you roughly, and you struggle to find the correct words. “It’s you, Logan. You own my pussy. It’s f-fucking yours.”

With that, he goes back to nudging that spot that makes you see starts, that filthy squelching sound getting mixed up with your moans. The knot in your belly keeps growing tighter the more he pumps his fingers in and out of you. 

“I said you were only getting my fingers for now, but fuck… I need to gest a taste of this sweet cunt.”

He’s on his knees in an instant, urging your legs apart to make room for his body. Your thighs tighten around his face as he licks a hot stripe up your folds, tracing a heated path on your cunt, not wishing to waste a single second. Pleasure builds quickly, your breath hitching as your hands find their way into his hair, pulling him closer when your body begins to tremble. 

“I’m close,” you pant, breathing hard, grinding your hips against his face. “I’m so close.”

“That’s it. Come in my mouth like the good girl you are.”

Who had given him a damn script for this?

The release is explosive. Like the peak of a roller coaster: you go up up up, ascending higher. You think you almost see Jesus, but at some point, you also have to crash down with force. Your shoulders slump, your entire body cramping up; yet he doesn’t let you go that easily, his fingers still working, scissoring within you while you ride out the final waves of your high, drawing out every last moment of ecstasy.

Once you finally manage to open your eyes, there he is, staring down at you. He taps your lower lip with his fingers, and then mutters: “Open.”

And you do, because you’re just as messed up as he is. Your mouth parts, and he slides his fingers between your lips, dragging them smoothly across your tongue. His knuckles brush the back of your throat, and you gag around the intrusion, tasting yourself. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, clearly satisfied with the way you’ve cleaned them off.

“I think we should really pay a visit to your apartment,” he suggests, groaning in defeat, and you feel his bulge poking your hip. He must be painfully hard. “I meant what I said earlier. I need a bed if we’re going to fuck. My back’s hurting.”

You raise an eyebrow, the corner of your mouth curving into a smirk. “Why not go to yours?”

“Wade’s in there. I wouldn’t be able to concentrate.”

You can’t help but laugh, pausing a moment to collect your thoughts, heat rising to your cheeks. “So we’re going rodeo?”

Aiming to silence up, Logan kisses you, pinching your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Only if you can handle it.”

part 2: “GIVE ME THE FIRST TASTE”

dividers by: @/cafekitsune thank you!!! :)

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The way my luck is so good :D

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Your Most Sacred Place (Robert Plant x Reader) [NSFW]

Hi, friends, so I’m pleased (kind of) to share with you my first ever Robert Plant fanfiction. This is my first time writing for this fandom, and yeah, I realize it’s a little weird for my first fic in the fandom to be a reader-insert fic but I had the sudden urge to write this so I did.

WARNING: This fic was written purely as NSFW, so there will be a lot of smut. You have been warned.

I had 1970s Robert in mind but you can imagine whatever era you want.

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Smut, body worship, oral sex

Summary: Robert and Reader have not seen each other in over a month, so he is longing for her when he finally comes home from a long tour...

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She was gently lulled out of her dreams with the feeling of a hand in her hair, stroking her hair and rubbing her scalp. She knew it was him without having to even open her eyes. He had been gone on tour for weeks, calling her on the phone when he had the time to.    

His touch was gentle and soft as if she were a fragile being that would bruise easily if he used too much pressure. She turned sleepily around to face him.  

“Hello, love,” he whispered, his voice soft and gentle, like a cloud that she could easily fall asleep on. “I’ve missed you.”  

She could see his face slightly lit up by the moonlight peering in through the bedroom window. It felt like an eternity since she had gazed upon his beautiful face, run her hands through his golden locks.  

“Robert…” she whispered softly, reaching sleepily up to cup his cheek, in which he took her hand and pressed small little kisses to her fingers. “I’ve missed you too…” She smiled sleepily when she felt him push her hair gently away to press a kiss to her cheek. “How was the tour?” she asked, sleep still in her voice as she played with a strand of his hair.  

He pressed another gentle kiss into her palm and smiled into her hand. “It went well. I was very busy… and lonely.” 

She ran her thumb over his bottom lip. “Lonely?”  

“Of course… I’m always lonely when you’re not by my side.” He sighed softly and buried his face into her neck, breathing in her scent. Her hair smelled of lavender, most likely her shampoo from hours earlier. “I hated being away from you for so long… I hated looking out into the audience and not seeing your face…”  

She yawned sleepily, her hands going to his hair and rubbing his scalp. She felt him murmur softly against her neck in response, and she smiled softly. She knew how much he loved it when she played with his hair.   

She always felt guilty when her job prevented her from being able to come on tour with him. She was always so busy, and could tell by the way that he clung to her when they were finally together again that he longed for her.   

She realized it must have been raining for a while, as she could hear the soft sound of raindrops pattering on the roof, and they slowly built up to the sound of a heavy downpour. She closed her eyes, dwelling on the sound of the rain…  

She felt Robert pull away briefly only to disrobe himself of his trousers and shirt, and slid into the warm bed beside her. He reached for her, pulling her into a tight embrace, smiling softly when he felt only thin silk covering her. She snuggled into him almost instinctively, running her hands gently over his warm and fuzzy chest, basking in his warmth.  

After allowing her to press gentle kisses upon his collarbone and up his neck, Robert gently took her chin in his hand and lifted her face to press a gentle kiss to her lips. His hands were callused from working on the farm and tending the horses, but his lips were soft against hers. She closed her eyes and kissed him back slowly, languidly. He took this as a chance to deepen the kiss, and she opened her mouth slightly, and his tongue softly probed past her lips.   

She gasped against his lips. His kisses were intoxicating.  

He kissed her passionately for a few moments, holding her face close to him and wincing, as if her lips were too sweet and intoxicating for him, but was unable to pull away. Eventually, he pulled back, gasping and cursing their need for air.  

“I love you,” he said to her in a desperate voice.   

She let out a breath, her heart racing in her chest. She pressed another kiss to his lips, all her blood seeming to rush to her face as she felt it burn.  

“Robert…” she breathed, “I love you too…”   

He kissed her tenderly for a few moments before pressing hot, loving kisses over her face and down her neck. She buried her hands deeper into his hair as he pressed hot, searing kisses down her neck, his kisses becoming firmer before his lips made firm sucking motions on her skin. She softly let out an involuntary moan before quickly biting her lip.  

Robert smirked against her skin as he continued to press firm suckling kisses on different parts of her neck, his teeth beginning to get involved. She mentally cursed him, knowing it would surely leave marks and everyone would see them as she couldn’t wear turtle necks in the dead of summer.  

“It sounds like you’re enjoying this, my love,” he said in a gentle tone in between suckles and nibbles as she gripped at his hair. She felt him move up to nibble on her earlobe, causing her entire body to go weak. “And just think…” he whispered, his breath hot in her ear, “I haven’t even gotten started yet…”  

She let out a small whimper, and he chuckled before running his hands over her sides and over the thin silk of her night gown. Her stomach churned at the thought of what he had in mind. They hadn’t seen each other in nearly a month, of course he was going to be merciless with their reunion… the idea terrified her… and excited her. 

His hands gently slid under her gown as he ran his hands over her smooth skin. Her hands moved to lift the thin fabric off of her gown, but he held her hands into place, stopping her. He pressed a kiss to her palm again, and slowly began to remove the gown himself. She leaned into his touch. He always enjoyed undressing her, and enjoyed torturing her with the slow pace he did it at.  

Once she was free of her gown, his fingers slowly ran over her breasts, tracing circles around her nipples, causing her to let out an involuntary whimper. Her breasts had always been sensitive, something which Robert knew and used to his advantage.  

He gently hooked his fingers into the hem of her knickers, pressing softly onto her clit. She gasped and bucked her hips, her blood hot and her heart racing. He pinned her hips firmly into place, smirking at her reaction.  

He shook his head as if disappointed. “Why do you bother with these? They only get in my way…” he teased as he slowly pulled her knickers down her legs and tossed them somewhere on the floor.   

His eyes lit up as they always did as she lay before him completely bare. She was too nervous to reach for him this time, but he ran his hands over her breasts, as if marveling over her figure.   

He pressed kisses over her collar bone, and down her chest. She flinched ever so slightly when his lips pressed light kisses to her taut nipples, causing her to involuntarily squirm underneath him. He held her into place.  

“You-” He pressed an open-mouthed kiss on her right nipple. “-are-“ A kiss over her left nipple, causing a fire to rage within her. “-a goddess…” he finished in a low and sultry moan. He did the same suckling and nibbling kisses he had performed on her neck, only this time on her breasts, down her stomach, and over her abdomen.   

She tried to hold in her moans, but simply couldn’t. She felt a jolt of pleasure shoot between her thighs, and he wasn’t even touching her there yet. Her hands went to his hair again, winding her hands in his golden locks and rubbing his scalp.  

He moaned softly against her skin in response, the sound like music to her ears.   

“Let me worship you, my goddess…” he whispered against her skin as the downpour of rain become heavier above them, slightly drowning out the sound of her soft moans as he continued his ministrations, pressing nibbling kisses all over her. “Let me show you how much I adore you…”  

She let out another soft moan as his skilled hands explored and marveled every inch of her body, massaging and kneading her breasts, moving his hands down to her rear and pulling her hips against his. She whimpered, aching to have him inside her.  

“Please, Robert…” she moaned, no longer trying to hide the desire in her voice.  

“Hush, my beloved goddess…allow me to worship you…” he whispered in a hush voice as he moved to kiss the inside her thighs. She gripped the bed sheets, but groaned in frustration when he avoided her most sensitive area. He had to have known how wet she was…  

He instead kissed down her leg, muttering to her gently, which she could barely hear over the downpour outside, but could still make out the words: “I will worship every inch of you...”  

He reached the bottom of her leg and pressed light kisses down her foot. She giggled.  

He smirked. “Does that please you, my goddess?”  

She covered her face in embarrassment. She was still so shy, even after the years they had been together. “Why do you call me that…?”  

He pressed light kisses to her toes and she flinched ever so slightly, as her toes were more sensitive than she remembered. “Because that is what you are… to me, you are divine…”   

She let out a breath as he began kissing his way up her other leg, muttering over and over how divine she was, how much of a goddess she was to him, how much he longed to worship every inch of her. She could feel herself heating up more and more and his lips moved closer and closer to her most sacred place. Her hands gripped his hair again, only this time it was because she needed something to steady herself with.   

A sudden musing came to her head and she chuckled softly. “Not so much of a ‘golden god’ now, are you?” she teased while stretching languidly underneath him.  

He glared up at her through his lashes, his blue eyes dark with lust. “What did you say?”  

His tone let her know she had crossed a line. Before she could say anything, he firmly pinned her hips down onto the mattress. She gasped as he continued to slowly and torturously kissed up her thigh until he was facing her entrance. His eyes glazed over with lust and desire as he saw her completely bare to him.   

His tongue reached out to lightly flick at her swollen clit. Her hips nearly bucked off the bed, but he held her firmly into place.  

“My goddess…” he drawled out as he slowly and teasingly nipped at her inner thighs. “Allow me into your most sacred place… so that I can worship you…”  

She panted heavily, unable to take the anticipation any longer. She easily spread her legs for him, at which he placed them upon his shoulders. His tongue gently licked the insides of her folds as if to taste test her. He hummed softly, his voice vibrating within her.   

“You taste as sweet as honey, my beloved goddess…” he murmured against her. She let out a soft moan.  

He slowly licked her, as if savoring her sweet taste. The downpour of rain went on above them, but her moans were soon louder than that.  

He parted her labia with his tongue while he massaged her clitoris with his free hand. She was writhing underneath him, pleasure that she had not felt in what felt like an eternity coursing through her, like a strong ocean current that she was unable to brace herself against. She moaned even louder as she reached around for something to grab onto. She soon settled gripping back onto his hair, and she could tell by the way he moaned into her core that she had gripped harder than she had intended. But her brain was too clouded with lust to care.  

He was devouring her at this point, unable to take any more of the teasing, drenching his tongue and his lips with her sweet honey as she cried out in ecstasy underneath him. His tongue painted her throbbing clit, causing the fire to rage within her as a wave of pleasure hit her that was so strong, her toes curled as she squeezed him with her thighs, her hips bucking up into his face as she throbbed with need.  

He licked her faster, using both arms to pin her squirming hips down onto the mattress. She felt a knot form in her stomach, and she knew that she was close. She couldn’t hold for much longer.  

“R-Robert…” she cried out, tugging at his golden locks. “I-I’m gonna- “  

Robert’s eyes glared up at her as he licked her thoroughly, his tongue massaging the pulsing bud where she needed him the most, causing her orgasm to wash over her like a tidal wave, her muscles convulsing as she cried out his name.   

He let out a satisfied moan that vibrated through her as he continued to devour her. She gasped, fear and excitement coursing through her as she realized that he wasn’t finished with her. He went between giving her deep licks and giving her clit firm sucks like he had done on her neck and the rest of her body, causing her to orgasm yet again, coming all over his face and soaking his golden locks with her honey, and he drank it all down, his eyes still glaring up at her, watching her reaction.  

He pulled away finally, looking down at her panting and nearly exhausted body. He took her face in his hands and leaned down to kiss her, allowing her to taste herself on his soiled lips.  

“Like I said… you are as sweet as honey…” he breathed against her lips.  

She blushed, turning her head in embarrassment as she was unable to disagree with him.  

Robert pressed kisses on her lips and down her neck, his movements seeming to be drunk from his euphoric state. He took her tired legs and wrapped them around his waist, pressing himself against her as she could feel that he was as hard as a rock. Her eyes widened when she realized what he had planned. He teased her with his tip, and she could feel him pulsing with need.  

He kissed her gently before sliding easily into her, at which they both moaned in unison. She arched her back, moaning louder than ever as his strong hands groped her thighs and pressed kisses up her chest and slowly up her neck, nibbling at her pulse point. The love and desire she felt for this man was unbearable, her eyes brimming with tears as she adjusted to his size.  

He pressed their bodies closer to each other as they found the perfect rhythm. Not too fast, not too slow. Their bodies fit together perfectly, as if they were tailored for one another.  

She leaned her head back, letting out louder moans as he picked up the speed of his thrusts and suckled on her neck. 

“Ohhh, f-fuck…!” she moaned, her vision going blurry as he pulled out of her only to stroke back into her even deeper, filling her completely. “Ohhh, Robert, I- I love you…” she whimpered, her hands going back up to his hair so that she could hold him as close to her as possible.  

“I love you too, my goddess… only you… I only… worship… you…” He trailed off as he increased the speed of his thrusts, letting out low grunts, causing her to cry out in sheer ecstasy, her body convulsing as her walls clenched around him.  

They continued to move together, their bodies melding together, and their souls interweaving with one another. At that moment, it felt as if the rest of the world had vanished away, and there was only the two of them. He pressed his forehead against hers, looking deep into her eyes as he continued to delve deeper and deeper inside her, their lower halves moving in sync with one another, making something that felt otherworldly with their love. Her mouth hung open as she gasped and moaned, staring up at him with a look of pure love in her eyes, her body on fire from his touches, his kisses, his thrusts…  

He propped himself up on his forearms without breaking the rhythm, reaching down to play with her clitoris, causing her back to arch sharply, bucking her hips into him so hard he was nearly thrown off her. He pinned her hips down firmly, still rubbing her throbbing clit as she gripped tighter onto his hair. All she could do was whimper his name as she felt her third orgasm of the night crash down upon her, causing her to scream into his ear, her grip tightening in his hair as her entire body convulsed. The sounds of her pleasure seemed to drown out the downpour of rain outside.  

Robert had waited until she was fully satisfied before focusing on his own pleasure. His thrusts became quicker, and his breathing became more labored as he let out a moan. She pressed languid kisses down his neck, and teasing his earlobe with her teeth, mimicking his ministrations from earlier. He responded by arching sharply into her, his eyes rolling back into his head, and his face wincing in sheer ecstasy as he wailed a loud moan, giving in and riding out the waves of his own orgasm. She was breathing heavily still, her hips still moving underneath him as he released everything he had into her. Even as her body went limp from exhaustion from the three intense orgasms that she had had in just one night.   

He collapsed on top of her, burying his face into her neck as they both lay there, panting as they caught their breaths. Her hands went back to his hair, stroking it ever so gently. She could feel his heartbeat against hers as they lay still entangled with each other, the sound of the downpour still going as she closed her eyes yet again to dwell on it.  

After what felt like hours, Robert eventually rolled off her and to her side. She looked up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. He gave her a knowing smile before pulling the thin blanket over them both. He pressed soft and gentle kisses wherever he could reach before pressing a gentle kiss to her lips.   

“You really did miss me, didn’t you?” she asked breathlessly.   

He wrapped his arms around her, allowing her to rest her head on his warm and fuzzy chest, and she did so, basking in his warmth. “You know I did, my love…I always hate being away from you…it’s like leaving half of me behind...” He tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, smiling softly. “God, you are so damn beautiful… my goddess…” He pressed a loving kiss to her shoulder.   

She blushed again and buried her face into his chest, the aftermath of her orgasms leaving her exhausted yet sated. It had felt like an eternity since they had made love, and now that she was finally back in his arms, Robert clung to her, holding her tight to his chest as if her exhausted body would somehow drift away from him if he were to let her go. He stared down at her with a look of pure love in his eyes.  

She could feel his heartbeat against her ear as his breathing slowed. From the sound of his heart beating, to the feeling his warmth, to the sound of the now steady downpour of rain above them, she at last let herself be lulled into a deep, sated sleep.