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One movie scene i feel we donât talk abt enough is how actually terrified Henry is of the king. Like they toned him down from the queen and he cares about Henry clearly (in his own way and the way Henry needs but yk) And still Henry is so scared
Heâs so ready for it and confident and about to tell Philip to fuck off when the king enters and in a second heâs a scared little boy, caving in on himself trying to make himself small, barely able to lift his eyes after he bows his head (also nicholas in this sceneâŠâŠ when i find his cute greek assâŠâŠ) and yet!!! Heâs going to face that fear and stand up both for himself and for the love of his life bc thatâs Alexâs brave boy đ«
it's definitely an interesting thing to think about. like despite them toning it down from the book, i do think it's pretty evident that the king is his abuser. emotional abuse is abuse. and like you said, the way he looks down when the king enters, but also he is looking down before he says "it's all true, grandpa." it's this thing of like CAN your abuser care about you? and how genuine is that care? is the king being kind to henry to get him to shut up? to keep him small and quiet? during their fight he essentially tells alex he has never felt loved or supported, and god knows what that has done to his psyche.
if the king cares abt henry and his happiness, then why was he trying to get him and alex away before they saw the crowds out there supporting them? he ONLY accepts henry going out there because he has already lost and i find that so interesting.
and henry's power in the book and the movie are different, but i really do enjoy his quiet authority and decisiveness in the movie as much as i enjoy his righteous anger in the book. it's like how slightly different situations alter how we react, etc.
sorry for rambling but i was already thinking abt this from writing my fic the other day đ
literally that's the thing i'm sensitive abt!!!
but anyway, someday nick will accept his russian heritage and be my little anastasia.... make me a russian doll with your woodworking...
#reply#i think i think abt this a lot bc i relate to having an emotionally abusive family#and feeling like you love them and sometimes they love you but#they still hurt you#is a hard thing to wrap your mind around#and i sometimes think wow i could never talk to my family again - but do i want that?#it's so weird#op my aunt is calling as a i type these tags lol gyg
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had an eighth grader read these two sentences and then asked him, âso what did the businessmen and property owners do because they were concerned?â and he had absolutely no idea. like none whatsoever. could not connect their concern to the land revision act. and on the one hand, this is an eighth grader, and not a college bound senior, so itâs a little less viscerally alarming. on the other hand i think this is a useful example of a specific kind of comprehension breakdown - not internalizing the reality that sentences are connected to each other - that i think is really, really hard for people who donât struggle with this to imagine until they encounter it, and that, crucially, i really think most classroom teachers, at all levels, donât ever really recognize or see in action, because the kinds of activities, discussions, and assessments theyâre doing are focused on more âbig pictureâ stuff, and even if students are obviously struggling, most teachers are going to look for solutions on the âbig pictureâ level and never really get granular enough about where the problem is happening to spot this in action (in no small part because their training almost certainly did not address this literally at all). but, like, imagine this happening constantly across the text of a whole-ass book! how meaningfully can a person understand a book they read like that? how can we ever expect them to enjoy reading when they have not received sufficient instruction and support to understand that each sentence in a paragraph builds on the one before? (you will notice also that the issue here has nothing to do with phonics, and while i love that we all stan sold a story now i have seen an uptick in people acting like Thee issue in literacy is that weâre not doing phonics, which is not the case; the student could read all the words here, but not the text in which the words appeared.)
#if reading has been reasonably intuitive for you i think itâs really really really hard#to wrap your mind around like⊠just how much a person can be not actually reading the thing they just âreadâ
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Guess the last version of this post got nuked from orbit đźâđš Iâm not rewriting all that context just know that I went to Texas, ate a ton of food, and saved a horse đ€
#by riding a cowboy if your mind didnât autofinish that sentence#the way I autofinished that manâs balls into my ass đ damn that story was so hot too#the punchline to that story was that I fucked that guy so good he was speechless and rediscovered his love for topping#so basically I was âlike the ghosts of Christmas teaching ebenezer Scrooge the true meaning of Christmas#except we celebrated a different kinda white Christmas since it was March in Texas đ
#the whole thing was hot but the moment that keeps replaying in my head was when we were making out on the bed#and he put me in missionary and slapped his dick on my hole before leaning forward to kiss me while I wrapped my legs around him#and after a nice hard long kiss he pulled away and looked me dead in the eyes and said âdeliciousâ#I know I was already naked and seconds away from taking him balls deep inside me but ummmmm panty dropper#gpoy#gpoyb
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many people online love implying that others "shouldn't" consume certain news outlets or even entertainment media because they think that anyone who does only does so uncritically. like that is the entire basis of this rhetoric. which, in my opinion, says a lot more about the people who insinuate this than the people they're criticizing
#like either the conclusion is a) these people think so little others that#they think that they're the only one who can consume things critically but 'everyone else' can't#or b) they actually consume the things that they deem 'superior' uncritically#so it's hard for them to wrap their minds around someone watching or reading something more popular#but still with a higher level of critical thought than them#either way it's just incredibly condescending and makes them the uncritical ones for talking in absolutes#like who knew that people have their own brains and inner lives and ways of navigating the world! wow!#a serious and genuine ethical superiority complex will get you nowhere in life. just saying#and I say this as someone who has been there before#who knew that seeing other people as human as me would make me more fulfilled and connected to others lol#and like don't get me wrong there certainly are uncritical people out there#but there are also critical people out there too#and it's healthier and more humanizing to try to see people on a human level#rather than thinking and treating people in absolutes just to protect your own ego
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people are being murdered by the thousands while everyone sits and watches. im seeing way too many ppl care more about whatever the latest fandom drama is rather than using their voices to uplift Palestinians'
#moon.txt#i guess it can be hard for some people to truly feel empathy and hurt for something that is happening millions of miles away but#i dont understand it? i cannot wrap my mind around prioritizing your own interests over other human beings#idk i just feel like. when u make and rt/rb 10+ posts on some dumb fandom shit and only talk abt palestine once or twice?#it just seems performative?#and the thing is! this isnt even just happening to palestine or palestinians!!#congo. sudan. tigray. ukraine and all the other nations going thru the same shit!#where is your anger for that?
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#itâs a lovely day im in a lovely mood all is well but I had a passing thought i just needed to get outâŠyou know unleash it<3#itâs really mind boggling to me how ignorant and gross ppl can be like just straight up evil just bc of where someoneâs from or skin color#that superiority complex is one hell of a disease. saw someone mention how they âhate AA more than anythingââŠlike youâre sick trulyđ#along w ppl denying racism denying how every aspect of this game (n life!!) will favor you if youâre white. like wake tf up#I can just see it. ppl like this are miserable n just dark. they arenât fulfilled by life and most likely never will be#so they make it everyone elseâs problem. this is jumbled n messy but I see things and genuinely get taken aback bc SURELY#the gears in your head didnât conjure this up?? surely they didnât. itâs hard for me to wrap my head around#BUT like I saidâŠpassing thoughtsâŠbe easy muito beijosđ«đ«¶đœđ
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all the white ppl complaining about the John brown gun club truly are not revolutionary as they think
#itâs named for John brown for a reason if youâre so revolutionary why is it so hard to wrap your mind around the fact the only thing thatâs#ever made a major difference here is fighting..you must meet them with violence if thatâs all the understand#like also itâs just protection..no one is gonna open carry ar in NY bc itâs illegal duh
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âą â ïčê° the morning after your first time with him, heâs not quite finished with you FT. gojo, nanami, geto, naoya, toji x fem! reader ê±
AUTHORâS NOTE. yeah, this could end up being very sweet or very horny. either way, please mind the warnings uwu. also, gojoâs is longer than the rest just bc <3
CONTENT. explicit smut, some sprinkles of fluff, eepy jjk men. ⥠gojo ⥠pet name: baby, princess, cuddling, early morning banter, frottage, v! fingering. ⥠nanami ⥠food cw, he wears a cute lil apron and you show up wearing only his shirt, v! fingering. ⥠geto ⥠pet name: angel, morning wood, early morning stretch, daddy kink. ⥠naoya ⥠pet name: kitten, consensual somnophilia, cunnilingus, kinda rough, squirting in his mouth sorry not sorry <3 ⥠toji ⥠pet name: sweetheart, consensual somnophilia, waking him up by giving head, 69.
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à©âĄâ§âË GOJO SATORU
âSatoru, can I tell you something?â You lightly trace your finger down his face. The tips of his eyelashes feel ridiculously soft to the touch, not to mention his glossy lips- ones that have explored your own and your body so thoroughly just a few hours ago, youâve memorized its shape at this point. His mouth slightly opens when you graze his bottom lip with your thumb. Through his pearly white teeth, warm breath fans the tip of your finger as his chest rises and falls in sync with his light snoring.
âHm?â For the first time, youâre hit with his raspy morning voice - one you can definitely find yourself getting used to. He catches your hand, peppering lazy, half-asleep kisses at the back of it. âWhat is it?â
âNothing. Just- Iâm insanely attracted to you, thatâs all,â you whisper and his eyes light up at the sudden confession. You havenât been together long so you saying something like this out of the blue is more than enough to take him aback. Next thing you know, big strong arms wrap around you, piling your weight on top of him.
âThis feels nice,â he breathes, sleep finding its way back to his eyes, and you can feel his breaths slow down as he drifts off again.
Flick. âHey, wake up. Need to hear that voice again.â You lightly flick a finger to his forehead and his eyes flutter open for a few seconds. But that wasnât enough to fully wake him.
âCanât. Youâre so warm. So soft,â he mutters, tightening his grip around you. He shifts a little, trying to nestle the back of his head into his pillow as he shuts his eyes. âCould stay like this all day long.â
You lean closer to his face, studying his sleeping profile. How could anyone be this perfect? Most people wake up with bed heads, dried up drool on their chin, troll-like attitude, and crusty eyes. Not Gojo Satoru. Heâs an angel. He wakes up in the morning looking as if he had a 30-minute head start to his daily skincare routine. As if he even needs one.
âSooo soft,â he mutters once more, squeezing your sides.
âHate to be the bearer of bad news you big pervert but you have to get ready for class.â
âWrong!â He jolts awake. âThatâs not something someone âinsanely attractedâ to me would say.â
âHow would you know?â
âBecause Iâm insanely attracted to you as well, and I say â5 more minutesâ. Actually, make that an hour.â
You try to brush off his comment, pretending as if heat didnât just rush to your cheeks at what youâd call a poor attempt at banter. A lie, because of course heâs an expert. âCome on you big baby. Wake up.â
â45 minutes, baby.â A big hand reaches underneath your shirt, soothing your bare back.
âThink youâre being slick, huh?â
âMmm, shut up and come closer.â
â15 minutes?â you suggest, legs straddling his sides, pussy grinding on his half-hard cock as you draw hearts on his jaw, his hands finding their way to your bare ass.
âHmm, 30.â He groans and you feel his cock twitch underneath, his hands grabbing the fat of your ass.
âYouâre a bad negotiator- mmf.â You purr when he spreads your ass, walls clenching at the slight stretch.
âThe worst. So, 30? Actually no. 30 is a done deal if you throw in a little kiss.â
âDealââ
âOn second thoughtâŠâ his fingers slide down your folds, your mouth pops into an âoâ and you know for sure youâre done for the second he slides two digits into your slippery hole. âHow âbout we make it 30 minutes after round 2?â
Youâre definitely going to have to stay in all morning.
à©âĄâ§âË NANAMI KENTO
A wave of confusion hits you when youâre awoken by the sound of something that dropped in a pan, aroma of something frying filling the room. Your eyes dart to the door slightly left open and youâre suddenly aware of the empty space beside you.
You try to look for the clothes you discarded last night but theyâre nowhere to be found. So of course, you go for the next best thing.
Coming into the kitchen, youâre met with your partnerâs broad and bare back, and your eyes immediately dart to the white lace-trimmed ribbon tied around his waist.
Clad only in pajama pants and that frilly little apron you gifted him as a joke, one that has a pretty pink âkiss the chefâ embroidered text at the front, Nanami is way too preoccupied with preparing breakfast for two.
You whistle in a way thatâs too flirty for his comfort. Nanami looks over his shoulder, eyes trailing your form up and down, staring way too long at where his signature blue button-down ends just slightly above your upper thighs.
âCareful, your hashes are about to burn.â
âDid you sleep well?â he asks, completely turning off the heat as he makes his way towards you.
âYouâre not gonna finish that? Arenât you going toââ he doesnât let you finish when he captures your mouth, pulling you into a deep kiss. His hands reach underneath the hems of your (his) shirt, finding your slick folds before pumping you silly with two of his fingers.
âNope, Iâm suddenly craving something else. Sit on the counter, now.â
à©âĄâ§âË GETO SUGURU
Youâre woken up by the sound of an alarm. Looking at the clock, it reads â7:00 amâ and youâre surprised to find a heavy arm around your waist and something hard pressed up against your ass.
You shift to turn off his alarm, to which Getoâs eyebrows furrow, protesting over your sudden escape from his hold. âCome back here,â he groans, voice a tad deeper than his usual key, swiftly pulling you close to his bare chest.
âYou sound so sexy,â you whisper, planting lazy kisses on his nose and on his lips, his erection leaking something warm on your stomach.
âReally? You sounded sexier last night. Need to hear you screaming my name again, angel.â He reaches down, knuckles sliding across your slit as you feel his fist pumping his cock at the same time. For the first time, youâre oriented with what mornings with Geto are like.
The head of his cock runs through your slick folds before finding your hole. You purr at the friction as he enters you, giving a whole new meaning to âearly morning stretches.â
âOhh, ohh~â you hum. Your core grows heavy with need, forcing you to try to bounce on his cock, clit grinding against his abdomen as you hold onto his bicep.
âSo impatient.â Geto chuckles at your eagerness. âWant daddy to pay attention to your clit?â
âDaddy, daddy, n-need you to move pleasepleaseplease,â you whine. He hooks your leg around his waist, fingers digging into the fat of your ass as he bottoms out.
âGood morning to you too.â
à©âĄâ§âË NAOYA ZENâIN
You think maybe youâre having one of those dreams. The best kind- one where a warm, wet muscle runs across your puffy slit before sliding in and out of your hole. It feels so hot, so good. Too hot, too good, you feel an orgasm coming-
âFuuuck,â you cuss breathily, whines choking back a wake up yawn, and your body arches to the sensation in your pussy in place of an early morning stretch. Your eyes blink away the sleep in your eyes. Looking down, you find that black and white head of hair you love so much in between your thighs. And he doesnât stop devouring your pretty cunt even as you mewl through your high. âFuck, baby, fuck me!â
Itâs real and itâs definitely his tongue sucking on your throbbing clit, definitely his thick fingers relentlessly fucking your wet velvet walls, definitely your pussy squelching from how good his tongue and fingers play with you at this ungodly hour.
âGrrood, mm-youâre-mm-awake,â he talks as if heâs speaking to your pussy, unwilling to part from your sweet little cunt even for a second. He was also like this last night. He told you the taste of your pussy is so damn fucking intoxicating, he could eat you up like a three-course-meal.
âDonâtstopdonâtstopdonâtstop!â Your fingers rake through his locks, making him use his teeth on your pussy just because he knows how much you like it when he gets rough. He feels so good going down on you like this, you just canât help but squeeze his head between your thighs.
âBabybabybaby, fuuuuck- shit!â You feel your pussy twitch two or three times before he gulps, and with his lips still glued to your pussy, you could feel him release a deep chuckle at how much you came undone. Worry washes all over you, heat rising to your face when you realize what youâd done.
âIâm sorry Iâm sorry, I didnât-â
âYou taste heavenly kitten, do it again.â
à©âĄâ§âË FUSHIGURO TOJI
Toji wakes up to an all-familiar feeling around his cock, something that wasnât uncommon before he had you but now that it is you and your pretty mouth wrapped around his cock, one arm propped on his thigh for dear life-
âGod, I fucking love you.â
He absolutely adores the sight of your head in the morning bobbing up and down his hard length, ass perked, other hand struggling to play with your cunt.
âCâmere and turn around sweetheart. Show me that pretty pussy of yours.â
Ass still perked, only now itâs dangerously close to his face. He spreads your folds with his thumbs, stretching your juicy, clenching entrance and huffing out hot air before he drags out his tongue to lick stripes on your cunt.
âRrmfh~â Your mewls are muffled as youâre gagged with the head of his cock. The feeling of his tongue on your pussy tickles something in you that makes you suck on his cock, releasing a pop when your mouth leaves his length.
âOhh~ T-toji baby-fuck-letâs cum together.â
âSo fucking needy.â Toji kisses your clit a couple times before making out with your lips. He alternates between nipping the sensitive bud with his teeth and flicking it with his tongue, driving you insane while your own mouth is stuffed full of his cock.
âI rarely have breakfast, but this is a nice little treat.â
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Too Sweet
Logan Howlett X F!Reader
Summary: you tell Logan not to hold back anymore. And who is he to deny his sweet girlfriend anything? This is just porn without plot
Wrote this with Xmen/X2 Logan in mind but you may picture whichever Logan suits your needs
Warnings: explicit sexual content, minors dni, piv, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it my children), oral (f receiving), fingering, soft rough sex, Logan talks you through it, creampie, choking, the claws make an appearance (duh), Logan is obsessed with his girl, established relationship
WC: 3.2K
A/N: SOMETHING SHORT SHE SAID. I need to be put down. I am feral over this man. Seeing DP&W got me acting tf up. It put me back into my Logan obsession so I rewatched all of his movies. And now I need him. So here you go. Might write more with him soon. For now is this.
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You were sweet. You were, oh, so sweet. Such a pretty sweet thing. You were so going to be the death of him. Playing with the strings of his sanity, of his composure. Worst of all, you were doing nothing at all to make him go insane. Other than love and care for him that was.
He tried, he really did, he tried to keep himself under control when he was with you, and he was doing a pretty good job of it so far. But god, today, today you were going to make him loose his fucking mind. He had decided to visit you, unannounced he stopped by your apartment. And what did he find? You, in the kitchen, in nothing but a red flannel, his red flannel. Speechless, he was.Â
Logan stood in silence, blinking slowly as his eyes took in every part of you with growing intensity. Your legs were bare, your ass barely covered by the length of his shirt and you seemed rather happy like this. Is this what you did when he wasnât around? And why did the sight of you suddenly wake deep within him an overwhelming need to ruin you?Â
Almost as if the intensity of his presence got your absentminded attention, you turned your head to find him standing in the entryway with an unreadable expression. And though a little bit flustered by his unannounced visit, you welcomed him with a soft smile.
âHi Logan.â You greeted him with glee, all but skipping over to him to greet him properly, of course. You were standing on the ends of your toes and throwing your arms over his broad shoulders while he just stood in ominous silence, only a deep exhale leaving his lips. âAre you okay baby?â
âYeah.â His voice strained with restraint as he fought the deep urge to throw you over the nearest flat surface. Instead he simply placed his hands on your hips, squeezing unevenly as he gave you an eyebrow raise. âNew shirt?â
âOh,â Your lips fell open in a bit of embarrassment and you laughed softly, flustered as you looked down at the shirt that was clearly not yours. It kind of smelled like him still. âYeah so, my washer broke, I donât know what happened to it, and I couldnât find anything comfortable so⊠Does it bother you?â
Did it bother him? The only thing that was bothering him was his already hard cock straining against his jeans.Â
âA pretty girl in my clothes? I would be fucking stupid.âÂ
The way his words left his mouth made you laugh. But the look in those hazel eyes was anything but humorous. Animalistic and full of need. Your lips curled up into a smile as he leaned down to crash his lips against yours. Messily and intensely his lips moved against yours as his hands squeezed and touched everywhere he could, as if he didnât know which part of you he craved to feel more.Â
âYouâd look prettier on your back though.â He muttered against your mouth, lightly nipping at your bottom lip. You were more than happy to comply.
A string of giggles left your lips as his lips tickled over your stomach. You laid flat on the soft covers as Logan settled between the warmth of your thighs. He pried your legs open, fingers digging into your skin as his sharp canines lightly nipped at the plush flesh on your inner thigh. You gasped, though overwhelmed with excitement.
âLogan.â You scolded him, knowing you would have a mark there, but the sound of your voice turned into a delicious whine when he pressed his nose into your panties, inhaling that oh so intoxicating scent of yours.Â
An almost animalistic growl rumbled in his chest, âIâve been thinkinâ about this sweet pussy all day.â He pressed a hard kiss to your hole, the bridge of his nose bumping your clothed clit. The sudden pressure had you gasping for air, your chest pounding with anticipation.
Your panties were off your body and thrown over his shoulder in a split second, his lips latching on to your clit with reckless urgency. One would think this man hadnât seen you in weeks, when he had seen, and taken you only two nights ago. Alas, that was one the things you loved the most about Logan, his unending need to touch you, to feel you, to be all over you. You thought he would get tired eventually, but his drive was almost animalistic. He never had enough, though he often held back for your sake.Â
His tongue lapped at your pussy with abandon. From your hole to your clit, circling and sucking before diving back into your walls. Squirming, you were chasing his mouth with your hips, body overcome with pleasure as he worked your walls. It annoyed him at times, the way your hips moved and lifted off the mattress with sensitivity as he fucked you with his tongue, when his nose brushed against your clit. With a frustrated grunt, he grabbed a hold of your thighs and pressed your knees against your stomach, holding you down and spreading you open for him to do as he pleased.Â
âYou squirm too fucking much.â He huffed, but there was a slight bit of amusement laced in his tongue.
Your response came in the form of a whimper, a pathetic sound that only grew louder when two thick fingers replaced his tongue inside your wet hole. He looked up at you with pure primal need as his fingers worked your tight walls, crooking against that one spot that had you crying.
âPlease, please Logan.â You didnât know what you were pleading for. Mercy? Sweet release? To be ruined? You didnât know.Â
Logan raised an amused eyebrow at you, wet lips curled up into a tiny smirk as he moved his tongue back to your clit. He licked and sucked to match each delicious drag of his fingers. The sounds leaving him were just as filthy as the things he was doing to you, groaning and grunting into your pussy as he ate you like a starving man.Â
It was no surprise that he had you shaking and crying, overcome with pleasure, eyes blurry with tears, your release rapidly approaching. You latched on to his hair, tugging and pulling at the strands as your pathetic sounds filled the room.Â
âThat feels soâughâfeels so goodâplease.â Were you making any sense? No. Did he care? Fuck no. Seeing you so desperate, so consumed with pleasure, a complete and utter mess for him, it snapped something in him. Deep inside the most perveted and secluded corner of his mind, he liked it. And though he shouldnât, he wanted more.Â
Your release was hard and sudden, your loud sounds were almost as overwhelming as the feeling of his tongue still lapping at your sensitive clit. You were writhing on the mattress, nearly crying as you had no option but to take it, it wasnât like you could run away, not with the way his free held you down, one hand of his was stronger than all of you combined. All you could do was sob and pull at his hair as he dragged out your orgasm.Â
âL-Logan.â You pleaded weakly, throat dry as you pushed yourself up on your elbows, chest glistening with a layer of sweet, lightly clinging to the fabric of Loganâs shirt. All you could see was his dark hair before his eyes met yours. The look behind his eyes was indescribable but it had you clenching you around nothing when his fingers left you.Â
Your thighs twitched in aftershock when his mouth left you. You felt him press his forehead against your thighs, his hardened breath fanning against your hot skin for a long second. He needed a second to calm down, keep himself under control, he couldnât let his primal instincts get the best of him.
You ran your fingers along his face, threading through the hair along his cheek and you silently ushered him up. He complied, in an instant settling between your open legs to find your mouth again. You could taste yourself on his lips, on his tongue, it was all so much for your clouded mind. His fingers were on your hair as his mouth took yours with growing urgency. You could feel him through the roughness of his jeans, brushing against your clit in ways that made you dizzy. You needed him, and you needed him bad. You reached down, trembling fingers fumbling with his belt, but before you could undress him he was pulling back, rough fingers holding your wrist.
âHold on, just hold on a minute.â He was breathing hard, chest pounding as he looked at your confused face.Â
âWait, why? What's wrong?â God, you were too sweet, too kind for him, he couldnât do it.Â
âI just⊠Shit.â He closed his eyes, jaw set as tried to control his clouded mind, but he could only do so much to restrain all of the filthy things he craved to do to you. The way you were looking up at him, eyes big with concern, gentle hands holding his face, preventing him from going anywhere. âI think we should stop. I should stop.â
âOh⊠I mean.. We can stop whenever but.. Why? Did I do something wrong?â You were sitting up, and the sadness and disappointment in your pretty eyes made him curse at himself.
âNo. No. Fuck, no. Iâm the problem. I donât think I can hold myself back anymore.â He finally admitted it, words leaving his chest with heaviness. Your face remained the same, confused.
âWell, why would you? I never asked you to.â It finally dawned on you what he meant, and you were unbothered, if anything the look on your face was of eagerness. With malice, you threw your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. âI donât want you to hold back with me.â
âSweetheart..â He was warning you, voice rumbling in his chest as he closed his eyes, one last attempt to keep his composure before it was inevitably too late.
âI wonât break Logan. I trust you. And I want it.â Your last words came out with sharpness, a grueling intensity that had him groaning under his breath. You pressed a kiss to his jaw, almost as if to emphasize your point. And it was like a switch flipped in his head.Â
With an uneven breath he was sitting up on his knees, white undershirt thrown to be forgotten somewhere in your room. And you were happily delighted as you watched him toss his belt aside and undo his jeans. He pulled his cock out of his pants with a strained groan and you were holding your breath in anticipation, legs open and welcoming him. His eyes were dark with pure raw desire as he settled between your legs, cock hard and heavy as he kicked the rest of his clothes off like it had insulted him.
âDonât fucking hold back.â You snapped at him as he held himself up on his forearm, his other hand holding himself against your entrance. Your words shot straight to his cock and his lips curled up into a grin.
âHold on, pretty.â He rumbled, chest heavy as he sank himself into your wet cunt in one single thrust.
Your lips fell open, eyes instantly rolling at the delicious feeling of his thick and heavy cock splitting you open. It was an intoxicating feeling you couldnât get enough of; you were fucking sure he had ruined every other man for you. Not that it bothered you.Â
The pace he set was grueling from the start, one hand braced on your pillow beside your head and the other on your thigh, rough fingers feeling up and down the skin as he drove his cock in and out of your walls. Sounds of pleasure left your lips almost immediately as the sting of his cock had you dragging your nails up and down his back, leaving red angry marks that healed in a split second. He absolutely adored the burning sensation your nails left on his skin, over and over.Â
It was brutal, the way his hips drove you into the mattress as he fucked the life out of you. You did ask him to, you realized that perhaps your lack of restraint when it came to him would indeed be the end of you today, but at least youâd die happy by his cock. His forehead touched yours, eyes on your chest as he forced the buttons of his shirt open. His hand immediately cupped your breast, squeezing and he forced your body up and down on the mattress with each relentless snap of his hips. You cried out, head thrown back as your cunt squeezed his cock, unable to do much other than take everything he had to give you. His hand traveled up your chest to your exposed neck, fingers sprawled over your throat but not putting pressure.Â
âYes. Please, yes, do it.â Delirious, cock-drunk, fucked out, you might have been all of those things, but you were perfectly aware of him surrounding you, caging you in, consuming you. And you wanted all of it.
âFuck, pretty.â His lips brushed yours as his fingers lightly squeezed your throat. He could feel the air leaving your tightening throat, and the way you squeezed his cock in response had him creasing his eyebrows with pleasure. âThis what you wanted? You just wanted it rough, huh?â
You were nodding your head, breathless as blood rushed to your face, the lack of blood flow making you all the more delirious. Absolutely lost, so deep within your pleasure that your brain wasnât working anymore. All that was consuming your mind was Logan, his scent, his sounds, the tip of his cock brushing that spot that had you squirming. You didnât even realize tears were coating your cheeks, so lost that your moans had turned into cries.Â
âShh, itâs okay, youâre okay.â The hand on your neck moved to swipe away your tears as he leaned down to kiss your cheek in an attempt to bring you back to reality, the gentle gesture a juxtaposition to the ruthless drag of his cock. âThereâs not a single thought in that pretty head of yours, huh?â
He adjusted himself above you, his chest pressed against yours, thick hairs tickling your skin with each deep stroke. There was a bit of smugness on his pleasured expressions, seeing you so utterly out of it, his cock being the reason. Seeing such a sweet little thing coming completely undone by his hand gave him a sense of satisfaction that made his cock twitch.Â
He held your face, watching the way your eyes rolled back with pleasure, the crease in your eyebrows and your soft lips parted as filthy sounds left you. It was the prettiest of things.
âIt just feels so good, huh? Canât even talk.â he huffed a laugh, his nose brushing against yours as his free hand found your swollen clit and you were gasping as your thighs shuddered, sweet release building. âTalk to me, pretty girl. Tell me how good it feels. âCause this sure feels so fucking good to me.âÂ
âMhmm!â It took your brain a long minute to register his words, it was damn near impossible to focus on anything when his cock was making you feel so good, when you could feel your release so close. âFeels so goodâPlease, need it. Logan please.â
Who was he to ever deny his sweet girl anything?Â
Logan moved his free hand to one of your thighs, holding it and bending it so that one of your knees was damn near next to your head. He drilled into you, fucking you into the matress and rubbing harsh circles on your swollen clit until you were nothing but a shaking, sobbing mess, filled with the neverending bliss of your release.Â
âThatâs it, atta girl.â He pressed his lips to your bruised lips, swallowing the pathetic sounds of your orgasm as he continued to chase his own. Your release seeped through his cock as his hand left your clit. He braced himself on the pillow beside your head he continued to fuck you into his release. âYouâre doing so well sweetheart, take it just like that.â
Tears pricked at your eyes as you sobbed, the hairs at the base of his cock grazing your clit as he abused your hole. Desperate hands latched on to his hair as you held him, simply taking everything he had to give you. He was close, so incredibly close, composure completely gone from his body as he chased his release with selfish abandon. He dropped his face into your neck, sharp canines nipping at the soft skin, surely to leave a mark or two.
âPlease Logan. Come in me. Please, I need itââ Though broken, in between pathetic whimpers you pleaded to him. And if he had any self-restraint left it was fucking gone.
The sound that rumbled in Loganâs chest was purely animalistic, a feral growl and the sound of metallic sharp claws rang in your ears next to your head. You gasped in pleasant surprise, moaning at the thought of him losing control like this. It should concern him, it should. But he couldnât give one fuck. He coated your insides with his release, eyes closed and eyebrows creased into this twisted expression of rapture. With a couple final thrusts he pumped you full of himself until you were leaking around his cock. Only then did he still his pistoning hips.Â
âFuck.â You heard him grunt in your ear, followed by the sound of his claws sheathing back into his knuckles. Your eyes widened with aftershock and your wash chest was heavy as you panted.Â
Logan lifted his head from your neck to look at you, heavy breaths leaving his chest as he tried to bring himself back to reality.
âI⊠I didnât mean to..â He trailed off, though slightly apologetic as he caught a glimpse of the three punctured holes on your pillow, he did not regret it one bit. You were quickly shaking your head at him, a tired smile on your face.
âDonât be. That was like, so hot.â You bit your lip, throwing your arms over his broad shoulders as you pulled him into a kiss. He hummed, hand beside your head as he brushed your hair out of your face. âYou owe me some new pillows though.â
âYeah? Might owe you more than that then.â A smug smirk replaced his concern as he rolled his hips, making you aware of his still hard cock, hot and heavy in your walls. You gasped, wide eyes meeting his own. âWhat? You thought I was done with you?âÂ
With a hold of your arm he flipped you on your stomach, the sudden movement making you whimper. But the thought of him taking you over and over sure had you eager in anticipation. Though as his cock sunk into your cunt once more you were beginning to wonder just how much your curiosity was going to cost you. Surely a whole day in bed tomorrow would be in order. He was so going to be the death of you. Little did you know, you were already going to be his.
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Lover, You Should've Come Over (Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader)
A/N: Get ready to cry. This is based on a request I received yesterday where the reader gets jealous of Jean. I tried to take this in a different direction just because I feel like this is a popular trope that has been done by many fantastic writers. It's also inspired by "Lover, You Should've Come Over," by Jeff Buckley. Hope you guys enjoy.
Summary: You've been pining after Logan since you joined the X-Men, and you're convinced he'll never love you back. Heâs obsessed with Jeanâalways has been. Or...maybe he's not.
Warnings: SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI, Oral (f!receiving), fingering, PIV (unprotected...pls WRAP IT UP THIS IS FICTION!), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, f!reader/afab!reader, telepathic!reader, cocky!Logan, softdom!Logan (kinda? yeah.), non-canon compliant (you'll see what I mean...no spoilers), cursing, angst, feelings, implied mutant trauma (kinda a given in X-Men), probably some grammatical errors, I think that's it.
Word Count: 4,197 sorry
Wanting someone you canât haveâitâs that crying in the shower, pulling your legs into your chest, screaming into your pillow kind of heartache. Youâve come to know the feeling intimately. Itâs an awful, horrid, stomach-churning kind of pain.
But you want him. Despite all the pain, you want him. Logan Howlett. You canât seem to keep him off your mind. For the few months youâve been one of the X-Men, Logan has been a constant. Heâs always thereâwhether itâs to train or just to talk. But you know heâll never want you. You see the way he looks at Jean. You wish you didnât. You wish you were oblivious to that sort of thing. But you donât need to use your telepathy to reach inside his mind for proofâyou just know.Â
You keep holding on, savoring every moment, every interaction you have with Logan. You sit on the lawn of the mansion with him, watching the sunset. Youâll come down to the living room late at night to find him sitting in front of the T.V. and join him. Sometimes heâll drape an arm around your shoulder. Heâll draw circles into your side as you drift off. Youâll wake up the next morning back in your bed, Logan having carried you there long after youâve fallen asleep.Â
Youâve decided youâll take all heâll give you, even if it means nothing to himâeven if it's platonic.Â
But tonight, you wish something would come up through the floor and swallow you whole. A void, a black hole maybe. That would do the trick. Disappearing would make everything so much easier. The second-best thing to disappearing is sitting in the kitchen of the mansion, alone, with a pint of ice cream. You decide to practice your powers, moving the silver spoon with your mind, concentrating as you dig the spoon into the top of the pint and into your mouth.Â
You hear a warm, familiar chuckle from the doorway as the spoon lands on your tongue. You look up, and thereâs Logan, arms tucked across his chest. âWish I could do that.â
You canât help but smile around the spoon as he strides over to you, taking a seat on the stool next to yours. You slide the spoon out of your mouth and rest it on the napkin next to the ice cream. âHey,â you mutter, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.Â
His shoulder brushes against yours. Heâs so close it hurts. You try to shove the pain down and enjoy the moment.Â
âWas hoping Iâd run into you down here. Thought maybe youâd be in bed already,â Logan says, his eyes locked on yours.Â
You shake your head, doing your best to keep that fake smile plastered on your face. âCouldnât sleep.âÂ
You can see the sudden concern appear on his face. âEverything okay?â He asks, tilting his head to the side. Fuck, you think to yourself. Maybe heâs catching on.Â
âYeah,â you murmur, looking down at the ice cream. âJust still having a hard time adjusting.â It wasnât a lie. You had always struggled with your powers, longing to hide, to shove them down. Your whole life, you were either a freak or something to be usedâwhatever was most convenient in the moment. The struggle between visibility and forcing yourself to be ânormalâ was an impossible battle. You were no stranger to being taken advantage of or being experimented on.
Logan was the first person who understood thatâunderstood you. He made you feel seen in a way that no one ever had. Itâs part of the reason youâve fallen so hard for him.Â
His hand is suddenly on your back, yanking you from your thoughts and back to reality. âIâm here,â he whispers. âWhatever you need, anything.âÂ
Anything. You wish he really meant it.Â
âThanks, Lo.â You smile up at him, letting your eyes linger on his lips for just a second before looking back down at the ice cream. âWant some?â You ask, nodding at the pint.Â
âOnly if you feed it to me the way you did when I walked in.â You can hear the smirk in his voice as he taps the spoon. You side-eye him incredulously. âI mean it. Wanna see you do it again.â Thereâs a husk in his voice, a shift in his timber that sends a chill down your spine. You try not to think about it too much as you pick up the spoon with your mind.Â
You guide the spoon inside the pint, scraping the top, and lifting it up towards Loganâs mouth. He opens wide as you lead the spoon inside, his tongue hitting the bottom as his lips close around it. The implications of the moment donât dawn on you until heâs grabbing the spoon with his hands and sucking on the metal. Thereâs something undeniably suggestive about this.Â
Heat rises to your chest as you replay the image of him taking the spoon into his mouth in your mind. Itâs so intimate, so domestic. And, certainly, something elseâsomething that makes you tick, that makes that familiar fire grow deep within your belly.Â
Butâlike alwaysâthe moment doesnât last long. You wince, feeling someone itching against your thoughts, prodding at your mental shields, begging to be let in. Suddenly, thereâs another voice in your mind.Â
I gotta try that myself. You flinch at the sound, taking the spoon from Loganâs hand and shooting it across the room to where you sense the personâs presence. You turn around, and thereâs Jean, resisting the spoonâs trajectory with her mind.Â
It's almost pressing into her skull, shaking in mid-air, ready to break her skin. You gasp and drop the spoon, embarrassed to have registered her as a threat. âIâm so sorry,â you say, watching as Jean crouches down and picks up the spoon. âI didnât know that was you in there, I swear.â
You expect Logan to stand from the chair and rush over to Jean, but he stays next to you, glued to your side, the palm of his hand resting gently on your back. âJean.â His voice is firm, almost cold and harsh. âWhat was that?â Youâre surprised at how curt heâs being with her, surprised he remembered that youâre sensitive to people probing around your mind, even if itâs friendly.Â
Jean mutters a curse. âI was just communicating with her. I didnât think sheâdââÂ
Logan stands, his hand still steady at your back. âDonât do that again. Ever.â His voice is louder now, heavier.Â
She whispers an apology, setting the spoon on the counter and walking towards the doorway. âI really didnât mean to hurt you,â she says. âI shouldâve remembered given yourâŠâ she pauses, searching for the word, âpastâŠthat it wouldnât be a good idea.â She takes another tentative step. âIâll leave you two alone,â she says, and she slips out.Â
Logan settles back into the stool next to you. Youâre shocked that heâs still here, that he hasnât run away yet. You can hear him breatheâin and outâgentle, long breaths. You close your eyes and listen, the sound calming you down. Youâre still expecting him to leave, to walk away, but he doesnât.Â
âYou okay?â He asks, your eyes fluttering open, his voice hanging in the air. His head is tilted to the side, worry painted across his face.Â
âY-yeah. Iâm fine,â you stutter, your voice cracking. âYou donât have to stay with me. You can go check on her if you want.â You nod towards the doorwayâto wherever Jean wandered off to.Â
âAnd why would I do that?â Is all he says in return, furrowing his brows.Â
You put on that fake smile again. âI almost jammed a spoon into her forehead because she spoke to me telepathically.â You shake your head. âDonât really think my reaction was particularly friendlyâor something that good people do.â You break eye contact with Logan and look to the other side of the kitchen. âPlus, you two areâŠclose.â
âHey.â His voice is firm again, but gentle this time, reassuring. His hand slips across your back and rests on your waist. Youâre so shocked by the contact that you almost miss what he says. âFirst of all, she knows better. Charles warned her about what youâve been through. And secondâŠâ He trails off, smirking at you. âIâd rather be with you.â
Oh? Oh. Heâd rather be with you.Â
âI just thought, you know, you and Jean wereâŠâ Youâre too embarrassed to finish the sentence and too nervous to hear him say the words youâve been dreading most.Â
He shakes his head, that smirk still spread across his lips. âNo, itâs not Jean I want. Never has been.âÂ
Your breathing becomes shakyâyour heart beating rapidly in your chest. âIf itâs not Jean, thenââÂ
Logan cuts you off as he suddenly moves. His arm lifts from your waist as he stands, turning your stool around so your back is against the cold countertop. Heâs gripping the arms of the stool now, caging you in. Your mind is hazyâyou canât concentrate with him this close.Â
âYou think I do the shit I do with you with Jean too, hm?â Heâs towering over you, his head cocking to the side, his voice self-assured and confident. âThink Iâm watching movies and sunsets with her? Carrying her to bed, too?âÂ
Youâre overwhelmed, dizzied by his words, his size, him. âJust thought thatââ
âJust thought what?â He cuts you off again. âThat I didnât want you, darlinâ?â He brings his lips to the shell of your ear, one hand moving from the counter to your hip. âWanted you this whole time,â he huffs, goosebumps rising on your arms. âOnly you.â He presses a kiss to your ear, and then just underneath your jaw.Â
âLogan,â you whisper. âW-want you too,â you choke out, your hands coming up and around his back. âB-but someoneâs gonna walk in on us.âÂ
Heâs ignoring you, biting your pulse point lightly and licking the pain away. âLet them,â he husks, refusing to stop. You instinctively bring your hands up to the nape of his neck, your nails digging in slightly. He groans at the contact, his chest heaving against yours.Â
âOne of the kids is catch us in here, or somebody else,â you mutter, his face still buried in the crook of your neck. âW-we shouldââ
âGo to my room.â He finishes your thought.Â
âPlease.âÂ
And then heâs picking you up from the chair, his hands under your thighs, grabbing your ass. You wrap your legs around his waist as he prowls out of the kitchen. He looks both ways as he crosses the hallway and makes his way to the stairs. Thereâs no one in sight. He carries you up the steps and down the hall to his room, practically breaking down the door as he swings it open and slams it shut.Â
And then heâs laying you down on his bed, crawling over you, pressing his forehead against yours. âWanted you in here sooner,â he murmurs, his lips just inches from yours. âHoped youâd come over one night. You shouldâve.â
His lips crash down onto yours before you can find the words to say. Heâs starving for you, swallowing your moans as his hands slip under your shirt, his nails digging lightly into your sides. âSo fucking beautiful,â he rasps against your lips. Everything is desperate and rushed, hands pawing at bare skin in the dim light of his room.Â
Logan tugs on the hem of your shirt, rolling it up your body and over your head. He tosses it to the side as he sits up on his knees, taking you in. He curses under his breath, looking you up and down.Â
âLogan,â you whine, arching your back. You need his hands on you again, his lips. Something. Anything.Â
âI know, pretty girl,â he soothes, his fingers hooking inside the waistband of your shorts. âGonna take care of you.â He yanks them down your legs, leaving you in just your bra and panties.Â
He pulls off his own shirt, tossing it carelessly, letting it get lost on the floor. He settles back down over you, balancing on his forearm as his free hand finds your waist. He slides up to the bottom of your bra, teasingly pulling on the fabric before slipping his hand behind your backâskillfully unclasping the bra with one easy motion. You arch your back again, the bra straps sliding down your arms as Logan tosses the bra to the floor, too.Â
âFuck,â he mumbles, his hand tracing the curves of your breasts, massaging gently. âPerfect.â He captures your lips in another kiss as his thumb ghosts over your nipples, just barely giving you the relief you need before pinching softly. The pressure feels so good, so right, but itâs not enough.Â
He draws circles around your nipples with his thumb, the sensation feeding the aching fire between your legs. Your hips involuntarily lift off the mattress, meeting his. âNeed me that bad, huh?â He is always so incredibly cocky, even nowâespecially now. He knows exactly what heâs doing to you, and what to do next.Â
Logan grinds his erection into your core. You can feel how big he is, the weight of him heavy against your cunt even in his jeans. You clench around nothing, whining his name as his strained cock teases your panty-clad pussy. âYou want me to make you feel good, pretty girl?â
âY-yes,â you stutter, biting your lips as his hand leaves your tits and sweeps down your stomach, stopping just above your clit. He slides his fingers down just a bit more, feeling where your arousal seeps through your panties.Â
âAlready soaking for me, sweetheart.â The bassy timber of his voice stokes that flame deep within your belly. Without warning, heâs hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties and yanking them down your legs. âCanât wait anymore, pretty girl,â he whispers. âWanna taste this pussy.â He kisses your belly button, leaving a trail down the rest of your stomach as his mouth travels to where you need him most.Â
Thereâs something depraved about the way heâs crawling down your body, taking in every inch of you. He spreads your legs apart with the palms of his handsâhis thumbs brushing against your bare skin, licking teasingly at your inner thighs as he settles in between them.Â
He pauses, looking at you under hooded eyes. You can see the wantâno, the needâin the way his muscles flex and how he works his jaw. But heâs hesitating, his breath hot against your core, sending another jolt of desire through your body. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, your eyes searching his for his next move.Â
He finally presses a kiss to your clit. âYou donât understand how you make me feel,â he mumbles against your heat, licking a long stripe through your folds and back to your clit. âNo idea how long Iâve fucking wanted you.â You throw your head back, whimpering his name as he laps again and again. Heâs starving, and youâre the only thing that can satiate his hunger. His tongue swirls around your clit, flicking it, taking it in between his lips and sucking hard.Â
Your hips lift off the mattress and Logan quickly moves to hold them down. âYouâre not going anywhere, darlinâ,â he grunts against you, the vibration of his voice going straight to your core.Â
His free hand slips up the inside of your thighs, teasingly climbing higher and higher, his nails skimming your flesh. Heâs toying with you, leading you on, taking his time. His fingers finally ghost over your folds, exploring you, stroking up and down as his tongue laps at your cunt.Â
Logan prods your entrance with two fingers, slipping in just a bit, testing the waters. âPlease,â you beg, pushing your hips down in an attempt to sink his fingers deeper into you. He stops you, his hand still firmly holding your hips down, refusing to give you the release youâre dying for.Â
âSo fucking impatient, arenât you?â He tuts. And then heâs shoving two fingers all the way inside you, down to his knuckles. âSuch a pretty pussy.â
âF-fuck!â You cry out, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he sets a relentless pace. Heâs drinking you in, sucking roughly, his long fingers pumping in and out with a vengeance.Â
ââThis what you wanted, pretty girl?â He asks condescendingly in between laps. Youâre too fucked out to form a sentence, your legs trembling underneath him. You know heâs loving thisâloving that youâre a wet, needy, whimpering mess.Â
Your walls squeeze around his fingers, your swollen clit throbbing as he laps at you. Youâre so close already. âLo,â you call out, fisting the sheets of his bed. Everything in here smells like him: pine and mint and musk and tobacco and that thing thatâs uniquely Logan. Itâs all so overwhelming and overstimulating. Youâre ready to fall apart, to melt into nothingness. âS-so close.â
He squeezes your hip. âI know, sweetheart,â he soothes, his pace unwavering as his fingers fuck into you, scissoring inside you, drawing you closer to your climax with that come-hither motion he does so well. Your walls flutter again. âThatâs it,â he coos. âWanna feel you comeâwanna know what it tastes like.â He licks harder, faster. âLet go for me, darlinâ.âÂ
He pushes you over the edge, pleasure warming your belly as you let go. It washes over you in waves, his fingers still pumping in and out, his tongue still hanging on to the taste of you. You ride it out, his thumb brushing your hip, coaxing you through it. His fingers slip out of your cunt, but his head is still buried between your legs. You shudder as he licks long, slow stripes through your folds.Â
âSo fucking sweet,â he growls, still starving for more. âNot done with you yet.â
Fuck.Â
But you need moreâneed his cock deep inside you, pounding into you. You need him in front of you, his lips on yours.Â
âLogan,â you whine, your voice shaky and trembling just like the rest of your body. He finally lifts his head, his hair a disheveled mess, your juices glistening on his lips and his chin. The sight of him makes your breath hitch in your throat. Thereâs a feral, needy look in his eyes. Heâs starving for more of you, and youâre not quite sure heâll ever get enough.Â
But he can see your chest heaving and the desire in your own eyes. He knows what you needâhe always does. He sits up on his knees, staring at you while he slowly unbuckles his belt. The tension is palpable, the clinking of his belt against the hardwood floors cutting through it like a hot knifeâthe only sounds the melding of your quick breaths and the shuffling of bed sheets as Logan finally comes up to meet you.Â
He's balancing on his forearm as he unbuttons his jeans, undoing the zipper and shoving the denim and his boxers down his legs. You swallow at the sight of his cock springing against his stomach. You had felt his erection before, but he is far bigger than you ever anticipated.Â
With one hand on his cock, he lowers himself in between your thighs. You instinctually spread your legs for him, inviting him in. He nudges against your entrance, taking his time.Â
His forehead meets yours, your chests flush against each otherâs, panting in sync. Youâre both waiting with bated breath, his tip slipping inside, but stopping short before going any farther.Â
His Adamâs apple bobs in his throat. âThought Iâd never have you,â he confesses, pushing his tip a bit further in. âWouldâve given up anything for this. Wouldâve waited forever.â
âYou donât have to,â you murmur.  âIâm right here. Iâm yours.âÂ
âMine?â
âAll yours.â
And then heâs pushing deep inside you, down to the hilt, bottoming out. He swallows your moans with a kiss, biting your lip, drawing blood, and licking it away. âAll fucking mine.â He stays buried inside you, unmoving. âWanna stay inside you forever, sweetheart,â he growls, your heart bursting at the thought.
He pulls himself all the way out and all the way back in, stretching you out, working you open. You look down in between your bodies and watch as his cock disappears inside of you. âFeels s-so fucking good,â you stammer, already drunk off him.Â
âLike watching me fuck into you?â Logan husks, picking up his pace, his hips snapping into yours.Â
âY-yes,â you whimper. His muscles flex as he ruts into you. He takes the hand that was on his cock and brings it in between your bodies, his fingertips quickly finding your clit and giving it a soft pinch. Your back arches off the mattress at the sensation.Â
Logan hums at your reaction. âSo sensitive,â he groans. âTaking me so good, sweetheart.â You can feel him losing control as he rams into you, his thrusts growing harder with each pump of his cock. Heâs drawing firm, fast circles into your core.Â
Itâs all too much, him, his cock, his fingers. Your skin is on fire, your nipples pushing against his chestâthe friction absolutely delicious. Youâre already so close, just a few steps away from the ledge, and youâre ready to fall.Â
âKnow youâre close, darlinâ,â Logan moans in between kisses. âCan feel you squeezing me.âÂ
You hum in response, but Logan refuses to let up. His pace is beyond brutal, pounding into you over and over again, his fingers working your clit in tandem. Your muscles contract around him, gripping tightly.Â
âThatâs it,â he murmurs. âSo fucking tight, so fucking warm.â His praises are more than you can handle. âYou gonna come on my cock, just like this?âÂ
âYes, fuck, Logan!â Youâre a babbling mess, his name the only thing on your mind, on your lips, hanging in the air like itâs a sacred prayer. Everything is him, and it always has been. In this moment and in every other, he is your end and your beginning.Â
 âLet go for me, sweetheart. Know you can do it for me.â His deep voice is all you need to walk you through it. Youâre breaking down, coming on his cock, the pleasure coursing through your veins, spreading like an untamable fire.Â
Heâs stroking your clit long after youâve come, still snapping his hips into yours, still working up towards his own orgasm. His pace is getting sloppier, but he shows no signs of stopping. You can feel yourself growing overstimulated, his cock rubbing against your walls, his fingers circling your clit. âSâtoo much,â you whine, your nails digging into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist.Â
Logan presses himself closer to you, as close as he possibly can be. âYouâve got one more in you, sweetheart,â he coaxes, not letting up. âKnow you can take it.â
Youâre breathless, clinging onto him helplessly. Youâre clamping down on him again, taking him deeper than you did before. Heâs hitting that sweet spot with every thrust. âLo,â you whimper. âIâm gonnaââ
âI know, darlinâ,â he grunts. You can feel him throbbing inside you. âLet it happen, Iâve got you. Iâm not going anywhere.âÂ
The tension is snapping again, breaking in half as he pulls another orgasm from you. You shudder as you come for a third time, overstimulated and beyond fucked out. You know heâs close behind, his hips slowing down, his forehead pressed against yours. He slips his hand away from your clit and around your back, pulling you closer to his chest. Itâs so intimate, so perfect.Â
âF-fuck,â he mumbles. âWhere do you want me toââ
You hold him closer. âStay,â you whisper. âWant you inside. Wanna feel you come.â
âOh fuck,â he mutters, plunging deep inside you, his muscles tensing as he fills you up, your name on his lips. His thrusts slow, pumping in and out every now and then before finally stopping.Â
You stay like this for a few minutes, his arm keeping you tight against his chest, his cock still buried inside you and your foreheads still pressed together.Â
He brings a hand up to your cheek, his thumb brushing gently across your skin. You sigh, your eyes fluttering open and closed.Â
He shakes his head. âI always wanted you,â he says, his voice low and raspy. âThe whole time. It was only ever you.âÂ
His words could make you cry. Itâs everything youâve ever hoped to hear. You smile, his hand finding its way to the crook of your neck, his fingers lightly stroking your sensitive skin. âCanât believe I didnât see it,â you breathe, your voice laden with sleepiness. âI never knew. Thought youâd never want me.â
âIâll always want you.â His cock finally slips out of you, leaving you feeling empty. His legs tangle with yours, his lips pressing a chaste kiss to your temple. âWouldâve waited forever for you, darlinâ.â
âForever?â
âLonger.â
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sukuna literally can NOT fuck you slow and soft.
its not that he hates it. nor that he doesnt want to. its a lot more complicated than that.
sukuna always- always fucks you rough and fast.
thats how it has always been. but as a change of phrase, he once decided to try fucking you slow and soft. but to be honest its not like he choose to do so himself, he literally does not see the point in fucking you soft and slow when he can just blow your brains out. but he got curious. and when he happened to ask you one night, ''choose. want me to fuck you slow and soft or rough and fast? you have 5 seconds to make your choice.'' you had answered eagerly to be fucked slow and soft.
and he was willing to comply.
this night he had slipped his cock inside your tight little hole slowly. ever so slowly.
but he was already regretting agreeing to this. the moment your warm, wet, pussy wrapped around his thick cock he was already starting to lose reason. and he was barely half way in. but oh god how much he wanted to just slam his whole length inside of you in one go right than and there. but alas, he wouldn't. he did say he would give you a choice. and he wasnt about to go back on his word right now.
and in contrast to all the things going through his mind, he was holding up well enough. and after some agonizingly slow moments, he was finally all the way inside you. he couldnt help but curse under his breath, he was trying so, so hard to not just start pounding your pussy like a pathetic little fleshlight. oh, why did he subject himself to this torture?
he pulls his hips back slowly, and drives back in devastatingly slower than his used to. you let out a soft whimper in response. and thats when he makes his biggest mistake.
he looks up.
his ruby eyes locking with yours.
and immediately his eyes widen.
your brows are all furrowed and your lips pulled into a pout. in his eyes, he thinks you look like a sad puppy. an adorable puppy whimpering for more. he fucking groans. this isnt fair. why must you be so beautiful? why must you look at him that way? its as if you are begging him to fuck you stupid.
his cock twitches inside your pussy.
his hands grip your hips tightly.
and he pulls his own hips back, the movement is slow. but his following action is not, because next thing you know he is slamming you down on his cock. pounding your pussy like a madman as you moan and slip out protests from your mouth. but his not listening. he cant. and its your fault.
''...don't tell me to stop. t-take. it. this is your fault. so...hah..take. it. all.''
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pornstar!nanami who has a signature style to his videosâall of which are solo content consisting of him, manspreading in front of the camera in an awfully expensive suit. as his hands trace the muscles of his thighs, the seams of his trousers, the outline of his hardened cock.
pornstar!nanami who always takes his time getting to the good stuff, his voice silken as he speaks to those watching him. praise falls from his lips, which are always just out of viewâthe man doesn't dare show his face. something about professionalism and all.
pornstar!nanami whose videos usually end with him cumming into his closed fist, or into a toy if he's feeling so inclined. as a long time viewer of him, you've come to learn a few things about how he orgasmsâhe always bucks his hips up, chasing that instinct to breed. he always moans like he's in heat just before his climax, but because he's not great with breathing through his orgasms he chokes up just as he falls over the edgeâit's a pretty sound.
pornstar!nanami who sometimes gets messy with itâhe's such an organised and ritualistic man in his day-to-day that he sometimes just wants to let loose. sometimes, he'll only pull his cock out of his pants through the fly, and let the world watch as his precum dribbles all over those pressed pants of his. oh and does he go feral knowing that he's dirtying something so expensive with the receipts of his lust. who will stroke himself to completion just to watch his cum stain the fabric he's worked so hard to affordâthere's no explaining that away to a drycleaner.
pornstar!nanami who likes to imagine it's a pretty thing riding his thigh that wrecks his trousers. wonders how many of his viewers touch themselves to his videos, hoping the could take him for all he's worth as well.
pornstar!nanami who, after a particularly messy session one day, gets an email after uploading his video. it's not even been ten minutes, which was the length of his video, so he assumes whoever has emailed him came particularly fast to that one.
pornstar!nanami who was more than right in his assumption. because as his eyes rake over the email sent by an adoring fan, he sees about a million different typos that indicate nothing other than messy fingers and a fucked-dumb typist. in your barely legible email, you explain that Mr. Nanamis videos are tagged 'near-you', and you'd happily offer your services as the next sex toy he uses to fuck-and-film in exchange for an orgasm or three.
and oh is pornstar!nanami intrigued. because his life is a busy one, he's a businessman when the sun is up time is precious and human connection is a scheduling conflictâhis videos aren't solo out of preference, poor nanami, the pornstar, is a virgin.
pornstar!nanami who, after a few weeks of back and forth and some genuine conversation, ends up with his camera flashing red as you sit naked on his lap. and oh are you happy with the sight of him, blonde and sculpted to perfection underneath those lovely suits of his. Your ass is on display to anyone watching, upper half out of shot as your teeth clash with his.
pornstar!nanami who can't help the sounds he makes when you grind against his clothed cock. your slick, your pooling lust, it smears over the fabric of his pants and leaves a gloss behind in turn. he's ravenous, holding onto your hips and grinding you down against him in all the right ways. who moans into your mouth, already a little pussydrunk and he's barely had a taste of you.
pornstar!nanami who hopes he isn't unseemly in the way he manhandles you to sit properly on his lap. he knows you're as desperate as he is, what with the way you slip your hands down to undo his belt and pull his cock free. your fingers wrapped around his length is enough of a narcotic to cum on the spot, though he steadies his reeling mind and holds out.
pornstar!nanami who offers to fuck you on his fingers first, to use his tongue to warm you up and get you ready for his, frankly overbearing, size. but you're insistent, eager, and lowering yourself onto his aching cock with a kiss to his lips and a sharp inhale shared between you.
pornstar!nanami who thanks whatever god may be out there for letting him film a glimpse of heaven.
pornstar!nanami who can barely keep himself together as you ride him like he's the toy at hand. he's sure he's never been this vocal for his viewers, moaning alone is a feat that is hot at best and hauntingly awkward at worstâthis, thoughâhe's never been so mindless. and you love it. all the videos you've watched where his voice is smooth and confident and he's the picture of put-together. having such a man, a gentleman like nanami, absolutely melting with each clench of your dripping pussy around his length? it's an aphrodisiac in itself.
and when you catch onto the fact that pornstar!nanami is about to cumâthe bucking of his hips, those drawling moans, the hitch of his breathâyou kiss him stupid, and then speak against his pretty swollen lips. 'breathe'
and oh does pornstar!nanami breathe. a desperate droning moan escapes his breath, right into your mouth as he empties himself inside of you like he's trying to give you his last name.
pornstar!nanami who can't help himself. flipping you over and onto your back, pressing you into the mattress as he continues to fuck into you. he's going to pull as many orgasms out of you as he canâit doesn't even register in his mind that, due to the new angle of your bodies, he's just let the world see his face, and the pretty pussy drunk blush that paints it pink.
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imagine ur bd being out of the picture and your little girl running up to si âčïžđ€
   âDaddy!â
   Simon looked down, eyes wide at the little girl wrapped around his right leg. Johnny eyed him carefully. He was thankful none of the other cafĂ© patrons paid any mind. âIâm not your daddy, love,â Simon said. He tugged his leg away gently but the strength of a child is hard to match.
    âAnnalise, get off that man,â a woman cried. In the blink of an eye, she knelt near Simonâs leg and tugged the child away.
    âDada!â She shrieked. Annaliseâs chubby hands reached out for Simonâs. âIs dada, mama!â
    You shook your head. âI- Iâm so sorry, sir. Her dad was in the military. Anna thinks everyone in fatigues is dada⊠Do you want me to get either of you a coffee to pay you back? Iâm truly sorry.â
    Soap discreetly elbowed Simon harshly in the side. ââM quite alrighâ lass. Simon, here, would take a coffee if your serious. If youâll excuse me, I got to go. Bye, little lassie,â the Scot rushed, face lightinf up at the way Annalise giggled as his parting.
    Annalise was still cooing and reaching for Simon. You just shifted her on your hip and rubbed her back. âSimon, yeah?â
    âThatâs me, maâam,â Simon nodded, feeling suddenly extremely exposed without the balaclava he had decided not to wear for one single occasion. âYou donât have to pay me back-â
    âNonsense. I would feel like a bad person if I just let my kid latch herself onto your left and call you dad and then just swoop her up and leave,â you said, reaching for your wallet before walking over to the ordering counter. âWhat can I get you?â
    Simon ordered a small of his usual, watching you pull the money from your wallet without glancing at how much it costed. He observed you in that split second- a beautiful baby girl on your hip who thought any man in camo was her dad. So he had been in the service⊠Simon watched you smile kindly at the teen behind the counter who fumbled for your change. You murmured a quiet, âItâs quite alright, take your time.â A well-mannered, well put-together individual who was also very attractive. Simon knew what Johnny was doing when he left and Simon would be lying if he said he hadnât thought you were a catch.
    âI seriously appreciate the coffee, maâam, but it was unnecessary,â Simon said as you tucked your change back and waited for the drink. âAs long as the kidâs alrighâ, I donât need anything in return.â
    You smiled. You smiled at Simon and he swore his cold heart jumped in his chest. Clearly your bright smile disarmed Annalise as much as Simon because she let out a bubbly laugh and put her hands on your cheek. âWhat if I said I wanted to?â You asked coyly.
    Simon watched Annalise play with a baby hair near your face. âThen Iâd say itâd be a cruel thing to tell a gorgeous woman no.â
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Needy Werewolf Husband is going into his rut and is really, reaallllyyyyy trying to get his wife's attention away from the household chores she's insisting on finishing before he can have his way with her...
...
He followed her all around the kitchen as she tidied up, wrapping his arms around her from behind and groping her tits as she cleaned the few dishes in the sink, pinching and teasing her nipples as she sighed and moaned, grinding his hard cock into her soft ass, his breath hot and voice desperate against her ear as he begged her to let him fuck her already.
"Please let me put it in..." he whined, nipping at the shell of her ear lightly in frustration as his swollen, red cock throbbed against her, begging for more attention, for more friction, for more anything; he felt like he was starting to lose his mind.
She had told him to keep humping her ass like a horny little puppy if he couldn't wait, and he really couldn't. He continued fondling her breasts, palming and squeezing them in his massive hands, and she whimpered and mewled, rolling her hips back against his.
"See, you want it too..."
She continued to deny him as she finished wiping and organizing the kitchen counters, his cock dribbling all over her backside as he pumped against her, unable to stop himself. He needed to pin her down, needed to stuff her full of his cock; he could smell her arousal mounting as she ground that perfect little ass back against him, her honeyed scent driving him absolutely wild.
"Just a little longer love, you're being such a good boy," she cooed, scratching him gently under his chin as he made puppy dog eyes at her, eliciting from him a low, humming moan.
He humped her legs while she vacuumed the living room, whimpering and growling as she did her best to ignore him, slowly and methodically making her way across the room as he ground into her, dragging and rubbing his cock against her, staining her clothes with his sticky precum, nipping at the back of her neck and ears, demanding her attention.
"Please, need to fuck you now baby, need to fill you; need to empty my cock into your perfect little pussy and give you a litter of pups..."
"Be a good boy and wait until I'm done cleaning the bedroom, okay?" she had purred, and he whimpered a weak agreement in response.
When they got to the bedroom however, she was helpless against him as he shoved her face first down onto the mattress, ripping apart those pesky little shorts and panties that had been blocking his aching cock, confirming what he already knew from her overwhelming scent that her cunt was already drenched and waiting for him to stretch and fill her.
"I lied," he huffed, mounting her from behind and lining up his dripping cockhead with her pussy, parting her nether lips slowly around him, loving how she moaned into her pillow as he did. "I don't wanna be a good boy; and you were a bad girl, it's not nice to tease a rutting wolf...now you be good, and take my knot," he hilted into her in one hard thrust, feeling her pussy clenching around him; a low, rumbling growling escaping his throat, and a deliciously muffled scream coming from her as he knotted her, forcing every inch of himself into her tight cunt.
He was already so overstimulated, biting down into her shoulder as he came, painting her insides white as he filled her with his thick load, and she cried out as her own orgasm crashed over her, hips bucking and rolling against him, squirting her climax all over his dick and pooling on the bedsheets.
"That's a good girl," his breath was hot against her ear, pushing her hips up slightly to get one clawed hand between her and the mattress, flittering and rubbing his fingers against her swollen clit, loving how she writhed and squirmed beneath him helplessly. "No more chores, no where for you to go, sweet thing stuffed and stuck on my knot...just be a good girl and turn off your brain, and squirt on my dick again, and again, and again while I make you my cum-dumpster..."
She couldn't deny this was exactly what she wanted...she knew her husband better than anyone and knew that denying him was a sure fire way to make sure he took extra time to "punish" her for the time she had wasted keeping him waiting.
Oh no, what a tragedy that would be...
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Needy
Pervert!Yuuta x Reader
Synopsis: Yuuta has avoided the touch of women for years due to having a homicidal jealous curse attached to him. Hell, he has even avoided touching himself. But something happens that makes him break
Warning: Male masturbation, pillow humping, edging, mentions of breeding, pining
Pt.2
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Having a homicidal jealous curse attached to you 24/7 that threatens to murder any woman that comes close to you, changes a man.
In Yuuta's case that meant that sex was out of the question. In fact, everything involving the slightest bit of physical intimacy was out of the question. Handshake? Yuuta would rather not risk it. Hugging? Sure if you wanted to get your head chopped off. Even when Yuuta joined Jujutsu High and became able to control Rika better, his ways of avoiding women had already been so ingrained into him, that any kind of intimacy was just foreign to him.
This didn't mean the Yuuta didn't think about it. He even indulged in the small things, like replaying the sex scene in a movie or eying the women in Todo's magazines he would bring on occasion. But that wasn't enough to quell the thrumming in his head or the whisper in the back of his mind craving more. Yuuta truly thought he could ignore it all though, that is, until he met you.
At first, it was easy for him to treat you as nothing more than a friend, a classmate. He could ignore how peculiarly beautiful and kind you were. He could brush off how your witty remarks during tough missions always made him laugh, and how the light, airy giggles that escaped your mouth when Yuuta did something unintentionally funny made butterflies swarm in his stomach. Then summer rolled around, and you started wearing more revealing clothesâshort skirts and tights instead of long pants, which were apparently "easier to train in" you told him.
And it was only when you innocently bent over to pick something up one afternoon, when Yuuta accidentally caught a glimpse of your white underwear that dug into the fat of your plump butt, that the dam finally broke. When you turned around to bashfully apologize for accidentally flashing him, Yuuta was already gone. Unbeknownst to you, he had fled to his dorm room, struggling to hide his painfully hard dick in his pants.
Yuuta barely makes it to his bed before he is pulling down his black uniform pants and wrapping a shaky hand around his thick cock. He's not an idiot, he knows how to jack off, but there is something different right now. When in the past the few times he touched himself was to quickly get rid of arousal, now Yuuta finds himself yearning for something more.
He slowly drags his hand down his shaft and the satisfaction is immediate: just one stroke sent electric flesh arrows of pleasure through his entire body. The pleasure is mind-numbing, and just a taste of it has him yearning for more.
âOh fuh-â Yuuta's voice comes out breathless. He screws his eyes shut and darts a tongue across his lips to wet them. Almost immediately his mind wonders back to you, how delicious your ass looked, how beautiful you are, how beautiful you would be with your lips wrapped around his dick. How would your breasts feel in his palm? What would your face look like if he tweaked and sucked on your nipples? God, what would your pussy feel like.
Pap pap. Yuuta was starting to create a semi fast rhythm, white precum collecting in the spaces of his fingers as he furiously glided his tight grip up and down his dick. He doesn't just want to think about you; he wants to obsess over you. He doesn't just want to feel pleasure; he wants to drown in it. No, he wants to drown in you.
He's practically panting right now imaging himself inside you. If he felt good right now, how good would the real thing be? Oh he bet the squeeze around his dick would be delicious, he can practically hear you whining his name. Yuuta's legs trembled as his hand gilded over his overstimulated red tip and down to his heavy balls. Jesus this was good, so good, he needed more, Yuuta needed more friction because god if he couldn't have your pussy right now he at least needed to pretend.
Through heavy pleasure-filled lidded eyes, he glanced to the pillow next time him.
He was becoming greedy.
Fuck it.
Without much of a thought, Yuuta grabbed the pillow, folded it in half, laid on his side, hastily put his dick between the white cloth, and started to thrust. The friction is delicious. It makes his toes curl and desperately thrusts his hips into the soft pillow.
âMmmm, mmm mhmâ he whimpers. Your name is on the tip of his tongue, but he can barely speak so much as think. Thereâs a tingly warm feeling building in his stomach, the pleasure is overtaking him. What would you think if you could see him like this? Would you call him a pervert or maybe would you help him? Oh, what a dream that would be, your soft hands wrapped around him, oh he bet that you could make him feel better than this pillow ever could.
âAh-Ah Y/n pleaseâŠ.â The thought of you is consuming him, you donât know it but you are giving him the best pleasure he has ever experienced in his life. Yuutas thrusts are becoming frantic, desperate, he could taste his release on the tip of his tongue. His black hair is starting to stick to his forehead from the sweat and he realized he should have taken off his white uniform coat because it was getting so hot. He was so close, so close to cumming, he hates how this pillow isnt you, isn't your pussy, after this, he promises to himself that he won't ignore you or your beauty anymore, heâll obsess over you, kiss the ground you walk on, heâll take care of you so good and -and oh, oh my god, he wants to breed you, fill you with cum-
âAh-ahhh~â
Yuutaâs hips stutter into the pillow and thick ropes of cum coat the fabric. The pleasure makes his legs and mind go numb and heâs left panting, whimpering from the after shocks.
No, after this Yuuta will never avoid you again.
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Like A Fever
Synopsis. What was sweeter - you or the aphrodĂsiacs that they just so happened to take? Well, only one way to find out.
Pairings. Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected, brĂ©eding, aphrodĂsiacs, cĂșmplay, needy desperate boys, oral (male + female receiving), spitting, overstimming, Geto is kinda mean, voyeurĂsm (Chosoâs), semi-public (Nanamiâs), some HEINOUS things, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 4.6k
A/N. Gojoâs came out accidentally a bit fluffy whoopsies.
⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - Like candy
âYa better clean your act up, doll.â he chuckles darkly in your ear, lips dragging down your neck. âSâbad manners, yâknow?â
Telling you to clean your act up when he was the one making such a mess of you? Oh you could just smack him for that little comment - well, if he didnât have you folded in half and split apart on his throbbing cock, that is.Â
And maybe he senses it - you wouldnât be surprised. Because Tojiâs giving a playful bite to your bottom lip, humming into your open mouth, âWhat? Got something to say to me?â As if to support his point, he pulls out - just enough that his cum dribbles down your shaky legs. âHad me eat that damn chocolate nâ now youâre giving me attitude?â
Only a souvenir from the way heâd gone so feral with just one bite, filling you up over and over until you were left wondering whether it was more the aphrodisiac or that Toji just liked seeing your poor pussy so overfilled and bloated.
âN-no.â you manage to get out. Â
âGood. Because Iâm not done yet.â
Itâs all thatâs said before heâs pulling out. Completely.Â
A disappointed little whine leaves your lips before you even realize whatâs happening. And youâre left clenching so greedily around nothing, thick globs of cum landing in a pool on the drenched sheets below.Â
âNo- come back-.â If you were in any better state of mind youâd almost be embarrassed about how pathetically you were begging for something- anything. Just anything but for Toji to pull away, kissing down your body until he was face-to-face with your dripping cunt.Â
But did he listen? Of course not. Because it you were such a fucking vision down there, it was almost hard to look - your pretty pussy all painted white with his cum, seeping into your skin.Â
And Tojiâs so fucking hypnotized that he doesnât even give you a warning before plunging nose-deep, unable to even think about bringing himself to be disgusted. No, the only thing on his mind was to bully his tongue through your swollen folds, dipping just into your sloppy entrance and ah-
He groans into your cunt as he tastes himself. Tastes you.Â
Sweet. You were so fucking sweet.Â
So pretty falling apart on his tongue as he laps up your juices like a man possessed. All your cute, broken little moans going straight to his aching dick. All that cum from before? It wouldnât go to waste.Â
âShit.â you flinch as he hisses out little profanities into your sensitive pussy, âYâtaste so good, so mine.â Words slurred and unfocused, like the chocolate was getting to him - or maybe it was how pussydrunk he was now.
Toji is grinning, you can feel it on your throbbing clit as he wraps his lips around it - clearly having way too much fun with this. And shit you could almost cry from the overstimulation - walls fluttering sensitively around his relentless tongue.Â
âCâmon, doll.â Tojiâs grunting and smacking his lips against your own. âGive it tâme. Wanâ it all.â
And he was so fucking messy with it too - Toji always was, but right now it was like he couldnât decide where to go next. Stretching you out, dipping inside your slutty hole, swirling his tongue against your ravaged clit over and over and-Â
âYes! Yes yes yes-â your body jerks violently. Shaking, bucking your hips into his touch so desperately. âFeels so fucking good- donâ stop-.âÂ
âSo demanding.â he tuts mockingly around your dripping entrance, the vibrations sending white-hot jolts of electricity up your spine. But heâs becoming frenzied now, drinking in your cute little whimpers like he was addicted. It wasnât enough - it never might be and fuck Toji wanted more.Â
To taste it more. To have you like this - big fat tears dripping down your cheeks, pussy trying to suck up his hot tongue so needily, so hard that it was almost difficult to tonguefuck you into insanity. Half-lucidly, you wondered whether his jaw wasnât tired, tongue cramping up.Â
And honestly Toji could stay here on his knees for hours, just teasing you with his tongue - but no, there was something else more important.
âShit- Toji, mâclose mâ-â
Without another word, heâs pulling away. Disappointment quickly turning into anticipation at the sheer sight of his face glossed so prettily with your juices, messy and dripping all the way down his chin. You gulp as Toji swipes his tongue across his lips, savoring every last drop of you.Â
âYouâre welcome, I cleaned up your act.â His fist wraps around his still-achingly hard cock, eyes locked on you like a predator cornering his prey, âNow sâtime fâme to mess it all up again.â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - Impatient!
âMy love,â he whispers against your ear, barely audible above the bustling office party. One hand reaching down oh-so-covertly to cup your ass against that sinfully thin dress. âIf I donât fuck you right now, I think I might just fuckinâ lose it.â
Oh.Â
Which is how you found yourself shoved against the wall of the nearest bathroom, the tile cool against your skin. Barely even fully inside before Nanami - desperate and already fumbling with his belt - is swiftly locking the door.
âK-Kento- ah-â you gasp, the words dying in your throat as he shoves your dress up. Bothering just enough to pull aside your panties before spitting on your poor pussy from behind. Once. Twice. Missing on purpose to let a steady stream of saliva and slick trail filthily down your quivering thighs. âPeople are gonna- hah- wonderâŠâ
God, your head was spinning - Nanami was so fucking filthy right now, all sloppy desperation where he was usually suave kisses, playing you like a fine instrument during sex.
âLet them.â he groans against your ear. Smearing his spit all over your pussy, toying with you in a way that was so maddening. âI jusâ need you right- fuck, right now. Jusâ relax fâme, darling.â
You scoff, both as impatient and needy as you were confused. âKento, you ngh- drag me out here and tell me to relax?â Clenching so desperately around nothing as he drags his swollen tip up and down your folds, sliding it so lewdly in-between. âWhy donât you just fuck me alre-â
Because the words are barely out of your mouth before heâs pushing in, inching inside just slow enough that he wouldnât hurt his pretty girl.
âOh! Shit- ah fuck fuck. Sâtoo- nghâ you can barely form coherent sentences at just the stretch.Â
âBig?â heâs huffing out a laugh as you keen at the stretch, as if your walls arenât sucking him in so obscenely, hips bucking up mindlessly for more. âYâcan take it, I know- you can-â
Thrusting only in quick, shallow little jabs of his hips, like he was trying to stop some utterly depraved part of himself from fucking into your cute pussy until you were screaming his name. Not even wanting to give you time to adjust because shit he needed this- wanted this so bad-
Smack!
A hand comes down on the wall just inches away from your head, like a desperate attempt to collect himself.Â
âMmm- Kento.â you groan, drunk off the way he was filling you up so good. Full. So full - and he wasnât even halfway in. wanting more. Veins pulsing against your walls in a dizzying thump! thump! thump! to which your sanity was slowly dancing away from you.Â
âY-yes?âÂ
You turn around to bat your lashes at him, âJust fuck me the way I know you want to.â
Itâs like something snapped - maybe Nanamiâs restraint, maybe his sanity, definitely you by the end of this.Â
âWell then,â he hums, dangerously low. Looping two strong arms around your waist so you canât escape. Tight, grip almost bruising. âWhat mâgirl wants, sheâs gonna-â Immediately reeling his hips back all the way till his weeping tip was just kissing your sloppy entrance. â-get.â
And God Nanami might be pussydrunk out of his mind, but whatever was left of that rational part of his mind had him shoving his fingers inside your mouth. Muffling the delicious little moan that rips from your throat as he finally bottoms out.Â
Stretching you to insanity, heavy balls smacking your ass so hard you were sure it would leave marks.
âYâknow, thank fuck for Higuruma. Didnât think youâd be taking it like such a little slut in the bathroom if he hadnât slipped me that chocolate.â Not even giving you the time adjust before he was ramming his cock into you, whispering in your ear in such a mean little tone. âBetter be thankful now, since mâgoing easy on you-â
A shiver runs down your spine - maybe at his words, maybe at the way he was fucking you liked he hated you. Not even letting you breathe with the way he had his hips smacking yours, tip kissing your cervix, fingers poised on your throbbing clit.Â
Ready to break - to ruin you.
â-because we havenât even gotten home, yet.â
⥠GETO SUGURU - "Shut up and cum."
âItâs probably not even that bad, right?â
Oh, you shouldnât have said that - you really, really shouldnât have said that.Â
Because now, not only was Geto Suguru reeling from the after-effects of swallowing some damned lust curse - he was also going to make you bear the brunt of it. And the words have barely left your mouth before heâs pushing you onto the nearest flat surface - eyes dazed, hair untied, looking miles away as he all but rips off your shorts and drenched panties with it.
Whispering hotly against your ear, âYouâre going to fucking regret that.â
That was over an hour ago. Probably, you were too far gone to keep track of the time at this point.
Because what you certainly didnât expect was to still have Geto buried in your poor, abused cunt, ramming into you from behind like a fucking animal. So hard you were sure it left marks - your thighs on his, his balls on your ass, fingers on your hips.Â
So debauched and merciless that all you can do is let out a pathetic little ah! ah! ah! each time his angry tip kisses your cervix. Words cracking as you manage to get out, âS-Sugu-â
âShut up.â Â Voice so jagged and hoarse that it takes you a second to realize that itâs your boyfriend. Hips only getting sloppier as he speeds up - his only response.Â
You were getting fucked by your boyfriend - but it didnât feel like your boyfriend. Just a madman out to ruin your ravaged pussy. Heâs been teasing you this whole time - toying with your pretty pussy like his favorite fucktoy. Always stopping just when you were about to cum. Driving you mad so torturously slow.
âBut Sugu~â you yelp, and he gives your ass a sharp smack. A warning - but you still plow on, hoping to speak some sense back into the man. âA-all I said was-â
âDidnât I fucking tell you to shut up?âÂ
Honestly, Geto doesnât even know why heâs mad - he loves you. He loves when you talk. He loves when youâre all needy for him. But itâs just that his cock was so hard it felt like he was about to fucking explode - and that there was no better cure for that than seeing you all breathless and crying to cum.Â
Is he being a bully? Yeah. Does it make his balls squeeze so painfully hard watching you try and play with your pretty clit? Only for him to smack your hand away? Fuck yeah.
Which is why he canât take his eyes off the heavenly sight of you spread so shamefully, sloppy and wet enough that youâre dripping all over him. Face scrunched into such an adorable pout while he massages your plushy walls, trying to milk something delicious..
So fucking pretty. It almost makes him wanna play nice.
âA-all ya gotta do- ngh-â you were milking him so good it was almost impossible for Geto to form coherent sentences. â-is shut up and take it. Sâthat so hard? Hah-â Hips are erratic now, fucking any and every thought out of your mind. âRunning your mouth for what? Just lemme take care of you, gorgeous.âÂ
Itâs all you can do to not sob in desperation, hips grinding down traitorously on his cock in an attempt to meet his merciless cadence. You donât even have to think about it - just some primal, pathetic part of yourself trying to get off.Â
Surprisingly, Geto lets you - maybe heâs reached his limit, too.Â
Because heâs letting you reach out an angle his hips, nails digging into his slutty waist. Just trying to fuck yourself deeper. Harder - the way you knew would have him hitting just the right spots that have you-
Heâs stopped.Â
âNow now, what did I say?â Getoâs tutting mockingly, lips curling into such a cruel little smile. And when he looks down at you, you donât know whether itâs the aphrodisiac or that sadistic little part of himself taking over. Lips ghosting so gently over yours, âIf youâre that impatient then make the both of us cum. Now. Or youâre not cumming at all.â Oh. He definitely hasnât reached his limit - and you think he wonât stop until heâs broken yours.
⥠CHOSO KAMO - Not enough (never is)
âPlease, baby.â Choso lets out a broken little grunt, milking his base tighter. Back arching off the bed each time his fist flies up and down his swollen cock, âC-canât hah- cum without you.âÂ
God, fuck you and your secret âspecial chocolateâ stash.Â
Well, Choso wishes he could fuck you right now, because only one bite of that little pink chocolate that heâd found all the way in the back of the refrigerator and thatâs all he could think about.Â
So here he was - pants thrown across the room, boxers shoved down to his ankles. One hand wrapped around his cock, the other trying to muffle those pathetic moans leaving him each time he came at the thought of you. You, looking so unfairly pretty, flashing him that sultry smile before you left for work. You, how much better youâd look on your knees with that smile wrapped around his cock. Looking up at him with those beautiful, teary eyes as you choke around him - oh, how badly he just wants to steal you away from your workplace.
Trying so desperately to chase- which orgasm was it this time? He didnât even know, doesnât even think his fried brain could count right now.Â
Ah, who gives a shit - Choso just canât help himself, okay? It wasnât enough. Never will be - he could cum at just the thought of you over and over again until he physically couldnât anymore.Â
âShit.â Eyes rolling to the back of his head, Choso fights back a groan as he reaches a hand up to teasingly thumb under his slit. âWanâ your ngh- sweet lips w-wrapped around me.âÂ
âIs that so, Cho?â
Your thighs squeeze together at the way Choso twitches so sensitively in his hands just at the sound of your voice. So red and so so angry, hard enough that you wondered whether it was painful. Eyeing everything from the way he was sprawled so pretty across your bed, a delicate flush spreading all over his body. Fist stalling - but still not stopping - at the sight of you.Â
Your boyfriend manages to grit out, hips stuttering as he fucks his fist faster and faster, chest heaving, eyes locked on you. âY-youâre early?â
âMhm. Seems youâve been busy?â you purr, walking ever-so-slowly into the heady room. Giving him a big, pouty look you knew heâd like. âWithout me?â
And oh he lets out a broken moan of your name. Only getting sloppier - precum glistening all the way down his wrist, erratic with no rhythm like he was desperate to fuck something so delicious out. Something you really wanted to see.Â
âNgh- didnât mean to, baby.â But he didnât mean it, too focused on the way you were walking so agonizingly slowly towards him. âC-couldnât stop mm- thinking of you.â
Ah, Choso was so pretty - delicate tears streaming down his face, cheeks flushed, hair undone. So overstimulated and needy that you just couldnât not tease him. Just a little bit.Â
âGuess you snuck into my secret stash, huh?â You get down on your knees between those thick, muscled thighs, running your hands up and down his milky skin. âWhat do we say then, Cho?â
Heâs letting out a throaty moan of your name, balls squeezing so fucking painfully at the heavenly below him. What heâs wanted for so long.
So pathetically needy the way he inches his aching cock closer, precum dripping down your tongue, sliding all the way down your throat. Drip! Drip! Drip! So sweet and addictive - but still not giving into what he wanted so badly. âS-sorry-âÂ
âLouder.âÂ
âMâsorry- hngh- baby.â
âThen cum, fâme, Cho. All over mâface.â
And with that, Chosoâs painting your pretty face white with him cum. Untouched. At the mere sight of you on your knees. So fucking messy with the way he was pumping out thick, hot cum. Rope after rope on your tongue - so hard and violent as if he hadnât spent the last hour cumming all over his fist.Â
Because shit nothing was better than seeing you suck him dry, swallowing every drop like you couldnât get enough. Especially when youâre letting his seed drip all the way down your chin, looking up at him with delirious, cockdrunk eyes as you spit on his length. Once. Twice.
Palms smearing the saliva and cum along his throbbing length. Making him feel so fucking dirty as you give his pretty pink tip a chaste kiss. Swirling your tongue under the slit just the way heâd done before.Â
Letting out a muffled little, âStarted without me nâ I think you gotta pay the price, hm?â
Yeah, itâll never be enough with you.
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - Easy girl
âOut.â
At first, everyone froze.Â
It wasnât unusual for the king of curses to rasp out a command, let alone tell everyone in his throne room to leave. But it was the way he said it - like heâd fucking snap anyoneâs neck if they didnât. And only one look at you - standing doe-eyed and uncertain at the doorway, thighs quivering ever-so-slightly - had everyone running out the room before Sukuna decided to wipe them out. Or worse.Â
âKunaâŠâ you huff, shuffling to sit so prettily on his lap once you two were left alone. Nuzzling the crook of his neck, âMissed you.â
Ah, he loved you like this.Â
You feel Sukunaâs muscled chest rumble with a laugh, pushing you to rest against his pecs as large hands come to rest on your ass. Squeezing and kneading with no care for any marks. âIs that all, brat?â He hums lazily, rocking your hips lazily right where his twitching cock was. âCuz I can feel how wet that lilâ pussy is nâ I think she has something to tell me.â
And it was true - God, you were so needy and dripping all over Sukunaâs lap. Grinding your hips deliriously to meet his, not even realizing those broken little whimpers leaving your mouth. Shit, you were so far gone. And he knew that.Â
âI-â you choke, feeling Sukunaâs cock swelling and hardening beneath your throbbing pussy. â...mightâve snuck into the kitchens. Uraume gave me some chocolate and Iâve been feeling so weird ever since.â
Oh, you were so cute. Big fat tears clinging to your lashes while you humped him like a bitch in heat - Sukuna just canât stop himself from pulling aside your drenched panties. In awe at the way the flimsy fabric barely did anything to hide your pretty cunt, sticky and glistening so sloppily.
âThat explains it.âÂ
Rip!Â
And itâs all thatâs said before Sukuna is just tearing your poor panties off, looping it around your neck to pull you closer with it.Â
Losing his patience with each pathetic little whine spilling from your lips, the way he could feel your pulse around. So delicate and urgent. The way just one tight pull could have you gasping breathlessly.
âMy pretty baby was needy, huh?â he chuckles, breath hot against your skin. Letting out a cruel laugh as he thumbs your swollen folds open, circling Ăżour sopping hole, âTell me.â Biting down your neck, âWhat do you want to do about it, brat?â
You bat your lashes up at him, fabric tightening around your neck. âWanâ your cock, Kuna.â
Sukuna didnât have to be asked twice - because what his cute lilâ human wants, sheâll get. And before you can even react, heâs shifting around his robe just enough for his cock to spring free. Already soaked with precum - or maybe that was your slick.
And shit it doesnât take him even a second to stuff your tight cunt so full. Have you keening at the sheer stretch as he fucks you in shallow, mindless little grinds to squeeze himself inside your plushy walls. Desperate.Â
Because Sukuna was big, so big that you never got used to that no matter how many times he played with your pretty pussy. Used to a few tears, a few lilâ whines of âSâtoo big, Kuna!â.
But, now, you were sucking him up so well. Milking his thick cock so well with no preparation, head thrown back and fucking yourself in mindless little bounces to meet his. Like the perfect little slut that Sukuna knew you were.Â
Sukunaâs mouth drops into a soft little oh! at how quick he bottoms out - the fastest he ever has. You were taking him so good into your sloppy pussy.Â
Shit, did you even know what you were doing?Â
âF-fuck, maybe you should have those chocolates more often, huh?â Sukuna mutters with a strange sort of reverence.Â
Of course, the only response he gets is an incoherent little babble of something - something that went straight to his heavy balls. Too busy with fucking yourself onto his thick cock, already buried so deep inside you, but still pushing relentlessly.
Hips stuttering and leaking your sweet, sweet so sloppily juices all over his thighs. So good but still not enough - still trying to take him deeper. Faster. Needing this more and more by the second.Â
âCâmon now.â he muses, fucking his hips to meet your filthy cadence, grip tightening around your panties, a signal to answer. And you gasp - both for air and because you feel like youâre literally burning from the inside.Â
âAh- fuck fuck fuck I- wanââ Nails raking down his shoulder, messily kissing his lips. A desperate attempt to try and tell him what you really want - and he understands. Of course, he does. âPlease.â
Which is probably why Sukunaâs laughing at your pathetic state. Too cockdrunk to speak, huh? Spreading your thighs even farther, so much so that it burned. Hands so bruisingly tight on your hips. âYa did well, brat.â he grins, âNow, let me be the one to take care of you.â
⥠GOJO SATORU - Wonât get out alive
âSweetheart, fuck fuck fuck, please- Mâgonna-â Gojo doesnât even get to finish the sentence before heâs spilling all over you hand. Milking his aching cock as he keeps cumming and cumming so much that you wondered whether heâs okay - whether heâd make it out alive, even.Â
âThis is all because of your own stupidity.â you grumble, but still letting him fuck your first through his high - for the nth time today. Hands much smaller and softer than his - shit, was he glad he teleported to your apartment in the middle of class for this.Â
And as Gojo blinks back his vision, heaving to regain his breath, his orgasm-addled brain finds it in himself to mutter out a pouty little, âSânot my fault.â
Youâre so irritated by him and his stupidity that you pay no mind to the way heâs playing with the hem of your panties, fingers sliding so sneakily underneath. Huffing out a sulky, âIâm serious, Toru. If the elders find out then-â
âThen they can suck my dick.â your boyfriend cuts you off oh-so eloquently. Much more interested in just how sinfully drenched your panties were, all messy and sticking to your swollen folds. âBut Iâd rather this pretty pussy take care of me before that.â
Thatâs all that is said before Gojoâs immediately pressing his angry, leaking tip into your sloppy pussy, groaning when you clamp down on him so deliciously. God, he was so sensitive he could cum from just this. Hell, maybe he does, a creamy little ring of white forming at the base as he keeps pushing in. Inch by fucking inch.
And he doesnât stop - canât stop - until youâre all the way flush against those tufts of white at his toned pelvis.Â
Gasping breathlessly at the hands all on your hips - your sensitive clit - your face - just everywhere because Gojo just canât get enough of you. Especially when heâs so needy and desperate like this.
âWho let himself hah- g-get hit with a fucking aphrodisiac technique? On purpose?â
Your tone makes him flinch - and for his swollen cock to start twitching so dangerously exhaustedly inside you. So addictively that Gojo canât even wait too long for you to adjust. Starting up quick, jagged thrusts into your snug pussy. Grinning quietly, âWhoopsies.â
âAh! Hngh- Fuck. Y-you deserve to suffer the consequences alone, you dumbass.â you scold, tightening your legs around him. And you can do nothing but buck up deliriously as he speeds up his pace - thumbing your swollen clit, like a little apology.
âI know.â he hums into your skin, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses down every inch of you he could reach. Gasping at the sheer overstimulation. It hurt so good. âDonâ deserve you.â
âThatâs not what I-â
Gojo shuts you up with one, harsh thrust. One that knocks all the air out of your lungs and has you worrying whether heâs pushing his massive cock into your organs. You can only take it as his heavy balls smack your ass harder, throbbing cock massaging your gummy walls over and over and-
âDonât deserve this heavenly pussy-â getting sloppier now, no rhyme or rhythm. Licking long, languid stripes up your neck. âDonât deserve those cute lilâ moans, either. Or the way you put up with me.âÂ
Fingers getting frenzied on your clit now - the way they did when he was getting close. Moving in sloppy little patterns that were so eager to get you off.Â
Broken little profanities leaving him every time his hips stutter inside of you. Too much to handle at this point that Gojo thinks he might just explode.Â
And then finally, heâs pulling away. So fucking sensitive and overstimulated that tears cling to his long lashes, delicately flushed all the way from the tips of his ears down, down, down to where you couldnât see. Lips so pretty and pink as they say, âBut donât you think for a second that mâgonna let you go, sweetheart.â
âCum fâme, Toru.â
And Gojoâs so far-gone that he doesnât realize when he is - pumping thick, hot ropes of cum into your poor pussy with a strangled groan of what sounds like your name.Â
Filling you up to the brim like heâd just been waiting for permission. Too proud, too fucking embarrassed to show off this vulnerable little side of himself that was gasping and clawing breathlessly at you. Eyes screwing shut, head thrown back, holding on for some semblance of sanity as he cums harder than he has his entire life.
Babbling out barely-lucid moans of how heâs gonna âget payback for making him cum earlyâ and âmake you cum double next timeâ.Â
Promises he well and fully intended to fulfill - if the way his cock was still twitching so ferally inside you was anything to go by. Hips fucking up deliriously - strained, like it hurt but he just had to. Like he couldnât just not fuck your pretty lilâ pussy. Desperately starting up a pace that made you wonder - yeah, he was going to be the death of you.
A/N. Plagiarism not authorized.
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