#it all just. it plays right into his hand too damn well.
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Pairing: Chuuya x f!reader
Contents: NSFW, penetration (reader receiving), Chuuya-levels of cursing, don't say he's cute, he'd get grumpy about it and fuck you stupid to prove a point, incessant flirting, Approx 1.1k words
It really started off as a joke.
An off-hand comment you made. You didnât intend on paying more attention to it⌠were it not Chuuyaâs reaction; an eyebrow raised as he leaned into his seat, that god-awful grin of his spreading wide as he regarded you.
Your date was going well, all things considered. A nice restaurant, your own secluded corner to settle in at and relax, a gift of overly extravagant flowersâalways the charmer that one, Chuuya even pulled the chair for youâit was perfect. A sense of being with the right person doing the right thing.
Finally having the time for each other.
And doing normal, romantic things was part of this eveningâs plans.
Except it was Chuuya you were speaking of. Nothing that simple ever happened around him.
âSo you think Iâm boring?â he asked, playing the amused card to the tenth. There was none of his usual bark, only the teasing tone you had grown accustomed to.
âMisleadingââ you began, leaning into his personal space to poke at his chest. ââis what I was referring to. This grand, scary mafioso⌠that also happens to spend half an hour choosing which shoes go best with which vest. You portray the part of barking dog really well but youâre actually a cutie.â And you winked, just to nail it down.
Chuuya clicked his tongue. He didnât like it when you babied him, you knew that. But his reactions were too good to miss out on.Â
âHah? That the type of man ya take me for?â he grumbled, not quite masking the slight annoyance this time around.Â
You hummed, trailing a finger down his chest. âDevastated, are you?â
Chuuya grabbed your hand, raising it to plant a kiss to your wrist. His eyes didnât leave yours as he said, âDamn right I am. Calling me âcuteâ out here like ya donât know any better.â
You cocked your head, eyebrow raised in feigned confusion. âWhat? You gonna do something about it?â You knew perfectly well where this was going.
A whispered âfuckâ left Chuuyaâs lips, audible only for you to hear. And it was then it got settledâ you werenât suited for the romance part. Not the innocent, charming one at least. You needed a bit⌠more.
It became even clearer when less than an hour later your hands fumbled for your keys, Chuuya glued to your back as he trailed sloppy, open-mouthed kisses down your neck.Â
âI really hoped weâd be doing the âsweet date and movie night comboâ, you know? Have you snuggled up against me and all,â you said, wasting no time as you both stumbled through the entrance, your hands finding their way around Chuuyaâs neck. He kicked the door shut before trapping you against the nearby wall, lips seeking yours.Â
âIâll snuggle you up all night long, doll.â You could taste the wine on his tongue, the hurried way he kissed you leaving no space for distraction. Demanding your full attention was a staple mark of Chuuyaâs, you couldnât deny it.
âYou seem preoccupied with other things, though,â you said, unbuttoning his vest.
Chuuyaâs hands were already on your bra, unclasping the hooks before you felt a hand cup your breast, the barely-there caress of a thumb over your stiffened bud sending tingles of pleasure down your body in seconds. âHow about you just ask me nicely, hm?âÂ
âAh, you want me to beg now?â you asked, a finger trailing the outline of his lower lip, and you savored the way his breath trembled. Teasing like this would be wise only for now, you doubted heâd let you off the hook as easily soon enough. Not when you could feel his cock through the fabric of his trousers, hard against your thigh and probably leaking.Â
Chuuya kissed your finger before biting it lightly, and you chuckled. âDonât wanna leave me guessing what you want, do you? I might end up biting somewhere ya donât want me to, sweets.â
You arched your hips forward, drawing a low groan from Chuuya. âWeâll have to wait and see then. Iâm very open-minded, you know.â
âAnd stubborn,â Chuuya grinned, rocking against you. âFu-uck, this feels good. I forgot what my point was, damnit.â
âHa, loser.â
âFuck off, bigger loser.âÂ
You were about to make fun of him again, seeing as he lost brain cells faster the hornier he got, but⌠you felt him pinch your nipple this time, rolling your bud between his skilled fingers as he dived for your neck again. The throbbing between your legs distracted you, intensifying even more as Chuuyaâs tongue trailed along your pulse, leaving damp skin to prickle against the cold air.Â
Rough wall against your back turned into soft sheets in a flurry of fragmented moments. Only Chuuyaâs presence remained firm beside you. He settled between your legs, hands hurriedly discarding any remaining garments as fast as you both could, all the while without letting go of each other. Not once.
You barely had your underwear down before Chuuya was rocking forward, cock settling between your pussy lips as he rubbed against you. Your wetness spread over his tip only to draw a low moan from his parted lips.Â
âImpatient,â you said, hooking your ankles around his hips.Â
âYou wanted the real deal tonight,â he grinned at you. âGoing around calling me boring and cute all evening. Like hell Iâll leave it at that.â
âYou gonna change my mind, fancy hat boy?â
âOoh, you betcha,â Chuuya said, and slowly sank into the heat of your throbbing cunt.
You knew Chuuya was a talker; never shutting up even when you really would rather just hold him, hand clasped over his mouth as he fucked you in peace.
But not this time. It was quick and rough, him bottoming out in you with every slick thrust. He barely gave you time to take your bearings, his hand finding your clit only to start rubbing mercilessly in sync with his movements. Trying to stifle your moans was proving near impossible. Only Chuuyaâs lips served as help, swallowing your every sound as he kissed you stupid.Â
âOh, fuckâŚâ you panted, pulling away.Â
âNuh-huh, where ya going, sweets?â Chuuya ground his hips against yours, drawing another pained moan from your throat. âIâm doing you good, yeah? Come on, keep up with me.â
Your nails dug into his back even as your body trembled all over. âA bit too good there.â
âYeah?â Chuuya trailed kisses down your jawline, his pace slowed. For now, at least. âWanna ask me nicely about it?â he whispered.
Fuck. âIâm in for it, arenât I?â you asked, knowing full well the answer.Â
Chuuya only grinned.
Yeah, it was about to be a long night.
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Robin finds them sprawled on the grass, resting after their play break. Steve notices her first, his head raising and tail wagging excitedly, though he doesn't move from his spot warming Eddie's thigh.Â
"Steve?"Â
That's when his friend realizes what got him so excited and he waves to Robin as she spots them in the middle of the yard. Their eyes meet and he knows she's surprised to see Steve in his other form again, but she doesn't say anything. Their werewolf friend yips happily and stands up, away from Eddie's petting to greet his best friend.Â
"Hello, Buckley."
"Hello, Munson." She puts her hands on her hips in a perfect mirror of Steve. "I see you two are hard at work?" Robin quickly folds when Steve sits at her feet, his tail moving so fast it is barely visible. She squats down to scratch around his ears. "Hi, dingus."
"Exactly, and we're taking a well-deserved break right now," Eddie says with a smile, sitting up. "The barbeque is out and cleaned up, and we're almost done with the pool and chairs," he sums up their work so far, pointing vaguely to where everything is.Â
"Damn, it's like you don't need me at all, huh?" she asks mostly towards Steve with a tilt of her head. He nibs at her fingers in retaliation before trotting away. "Hey, I was joking!"
But Steve picks up the ball still lying next to Eddie's leg and brings it back to Robin. She looks at him in confusion, so Eddie quickly swoops in with an explanation.
"We were playing fetch!"
The yellow, damp ball falls away from Steve's mouth like he might have just gotten self-conscious about the thing. But Robin takes it in stride, grabbing the toy and straightening up. Her friend quickly forgets his inhibitions and straightens up, hyperfocused on her raised hand.Â
"Fair warning, I'm not the best thrower. But I guess I can't be much worse than Munson."
"Hey!"
She proves her words seconds later when the ball barely misses his head and Steve jumps right over his body, making him yelp.Â
"Jesus H Christ you two!" he yells at them, but is genuinely happy for his friend enjoying his dog form without second guessing himself.Â
He idly picks at the grass, observing them and dodging Buckley's shitty aim, wondering how he would feel if he could shift to a creature loved by everyone and with simple needs and ways to express himself. It sounds freeing, but he likes too many things his opposable thumbs can do, like playing the guitar, petting a dog, or playing fetch.Â
Does Steve have things he needs his thumbs for? Is he still playing basketball? Maybe Eddie could teach him the guitar. Or Maybe Steve just needs a healthy balance between human and animal treatment.Â
Eddie is so preoccupied with his thoughts, that the next ball Buckley throws boinks right off the side of his head.Â
Steve skids to a stop in front of him, eyeing the skittering ball like prey, but in the end, jumps up to Eddie and starts licking at the sore spot, while Buckley yells her apologies in the background.Â
"Okay, okay, I'll live! It's just a flesh wound!" he laughs, while Steve's hot tongue is ruining his already questionable fringe. The dog boops his cheek with a cold nose and goes to pick up the ball. Eddie takes it as his clue to stand up and fix himself up a bit.
"It pains me to say it, but I guess it's our sign to get back to work," he sighs, dusting off his knees. Steve shows up next to him, eyes huge and the ball between his teeth. "Nuh-uh, man, we can play more later. We gotta finish the yard today so we only have the food to worry about tomorrow."
Steve huffs, the ball falling from his mouth with a sad thump, but he walks away towards the house, bumping Robin's leg on his way to the back door. While he disappears inside, Eddie jogs up to her.Â
"Hey," he says again. "I'm trying to help Steve out of his funk."Â
Robin raises her eyebrows.Â
"How?" she crosses her arms.Â
He suddenly feels uneasy, shifting his weight while trying to give his theories and plans shape. There's no one better to talk it out with than Stev's best friend, so he pushes through.Â
"Well, he likes how we treat the dog-him, so I think we should treat him more like that on a daily basis. You know, scratches, praises, and shit," he looks up at Buckley hoping he doesn't sound completely insane. "So he likes being human a bit more."
She hums, glancing back at the house.
"You're right," Robin says to his surprise. It's not something he hears often. "Though I think it works best with you."
"What do you mean?" he asks with a frown.Â
But she waves him off, turning to where Steve is emerging through the back door wearing loose sweatpants and with his hairy chest on display.Â
"Robs!" he greets his friend with a grin, gathering her for a side hug that quickly turns into a friendly chokehold.Â
Eddie hopes Buckley can sense his menacing glare despite their roughhousing.
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â pocky, huh? ft. yamato endo, sakura haruka, suo hayato, togame jo x f!reader
content warnings! public indecency with endo, ofc
a/n: thank you kisa for the request!! i happily yapped about it! <3
â ENDO leads you to an abandoned side street, not particularly the most romantic area to be in, but it offers enough privacy for you two to enjoy a moment alone. You stumble behind him in confusion, not expecting him to pull you away when you asked him about playing that silly game with you.
You've kissed him before, countless times, so why would he make such a fuss about it now? Well, if today is already National Pocky Day, he might as well make it the best damn Pocky Day there ever was.
Endo eyes the strawberry-flavoured treat; the pink color looks adorable in front of your soft lips. Wetting his lips, his eyes lift off from the treat to land on yours, a soft puff of air being exhaled from his slightly parted lips as he walks you up against the wall. He leans into your space, offering you the chocolate-covered end to bite, his gaze dropping down to watch your mouth part.
This is just a simple, silly game. Why is this getting to your head? You look so adorable right now, all hesitant about biting into the candy. It brings a smirk to his face; he could devour you on the spot. "Come on, pretty, it's just Pocky!" he teases, chuckling about your frozen state.
Just Pocky.
Just Pocky, that Endo curtly throws over his shoulder to place your cheek in his palm, fingertips digging into the back of your head to pull you in. His lips meet yours in an instant, his tongue using your parted lips to his greedy advantage as he tastes you rather than any other candy in the world.
The packaging gets crumpled in his hand, all remaining sticks crushed to crumbs, as he pulls you in by your hip, his thigh pushing between your legs to hoist you up. Fuck decency if you moan like that on the open streets, Endo thinks to himself, as his hand makes you softly grind against his leg.
â You already knew SAKURA would be unhappy about this, spewing out complaints about how a game like that is for silly teens. "Then why do you get so worked up about it?" you tease. How could you not tease him? You already got to play with Kiryu earlier; being the gentleman he is, he let you have the last bite and pulled away early enough. Everyone was too aware of the set of golden eyes that watched the whole thing happen, a bit too close for comfort.
Sakura likes you; everyone and their grandma can tell as much.
"Just play. You can always pull away if you dislike me so much!" Oh, don't say that. Don't make Sakura even more conflicted. Nervous eyes dart around the room only to land on your curious ones again. "Fine, okay, okay!" he huffs as he grabs a stick, placing the clean side between his lips before making quick work of the treat. That is, until your bodies draw close, until your perfume envelops him, until he is too aware of the proximity of your lips. And that look you give him? Can you not look at him like you're in love with him or something?
He pulls back, head turned sideways in an attempt to hide how much of an impact you have on him.
Yet you giggle, a smug expression meeting his flustered gaze. "I thought it was just a childish game? Or do you really not like me, Haru?" you feign a pout. Damn, you look so cute. Only a fool would dislike you.
With a swallow, Sakura forces himself to toughen up, to play again. Is this even part of the rules? Ah, who cares. Who has time to worry when you're in front of them, leaning in closer and closer? He sneakily reaches out one hand to lace your fingers with his, leaving you no room for mockery as you stumble forward, lips crashing against his in a deeper kiss than you could have ever anticipated.
â SUO plays super fair. You want to try that silly game? Sure, if that's what you do with friends. Well, to him, you could be more than just a friend. And it seems like you want more from him as well, no? If this is your way of confessing, you better claim your prize quickly.
He's nibbling on one side of the stick slowly, and you're not even sure if he is enjoying this. You already picked the dark chocolate flavour, hoping a richer taste would lure him in. Maybe he really doesn't like you like that?
Suo can practically see you getting lost in your head, second thoughts suddenly hanging from above as you mimic his speed. You just need a little push, don't you? He takes a bigger bite, one that finally leads you two to lean in, to further grab bites of the stick until your throat starts to feel awfully dry, the tips of your noses brush and you can smell his comforting scent. So close to him, so awfully close, he might hear your racing heart.
But instead of leaning in, he waits. He feels the chocolate melting against his lips, fighting the urge to taste the sweetness on you. His fingertips ghost along your neck, he revels in the fact just how quick your pulse is jumping beneath your skin. Then they continue their journey along your jawline, practically drawing you forward to take the final step and meet his lips.
Suo loves Pocky. They taste amazing from your lips.
â Why would you propose a silly game like this? TOGAME thought you were friends. Who the hell plays a stupid kissing game with their friend? It's not like he's been fighting his attraction for you already. "Fine, okay, if it'll make you shut up," he practically groans. Why must he always be such a dick to you just because he can't manage his emotions? And you just shrug it off, all giddy to even get him to play with you. Friends have been telling you about the way his eyes are glued to you whenever he thinks nobody's watching, staring like youâre all he could want in his life.
You just have to find out for yourself.
You tug him down by the zipper of his jacket, forcing him to meet you halfway as you place the Oreo-coated stick between your lips, eagerly offering him the other side. You're greeted by a "tsk" and a shake of his head. "Not even offering me the chocolate after proposing this stupid game." Yet Togame still leans in, biting down on the stick in one, two bites. Your eyes widen; you didn't expect him to be that straightforward, that quick at eating.
Instead of kissing you, he straightens his back, shoulders rolling to fix his posture as the rest of the sweet treat rests between his lips. That defeated look on your face is utterly adorable, he muses. Yet youâre already second guessing yourself; maybe all this talk about him liking you got to your head.
"Happy now?" He looks down to meet your eyes, revealing the light blush on his cheeks.
"No! Why did you lean back? Are you scared of me or what? It's stupid," you protest, words leaving your lips quicker than you realise what you confess to.
A shit-eating grin forms on Togameâs lips, he allows himself a moment to celebrate his victory. "If you want me to kiss you so badly, just say it," he shoots back, with the last pinch of control he can muster up. A sigh follows as you remain silent, brows creased with an adorable pout on your kissable lips. Where did your big mouth disappear to now? Togame wonders.
"Donât mind if I do..." Suddenly you're on your tiptoes, strong arms circling around your waist to pull you up, to meet his lips and kiss him deeply.
dividers by @/cafekitsune + @/strangergraphics
#wind breaker scenarios#wind breaker headcanons#wind breaker x reader#endo yamato x reader#sakura haruka x reader#suo hayato x reader#togame jo x reader#togame x reader#suo x reader#endo x reader#sakura x reader#about.endo#about.suo#about.haru#about.togame#â .⌠winter's words
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Trash kitties
Thinking about Kid Wade needing a rabies vaccine because he finally caught that "Trash kitty" that keeps dumping their trash cans out back but it bit the shit out of him.
"...Kitty? Ow.."
"Ow? Why ow bu- HOLY SHIT What did you do!?"
"... trash kittys is mean.."
"You were playing with the stray mama cat again? I told you that she-"
"Nooo. Not a kittycat. A trash kitty. They steal trash."
"A raccoon? Wher- whe- How the hell did you get ahold of a racoon!?? This is new york!! The racoons are bigger then most dogs!! No offense mary-"
The dog scoffs and walks off with her rat like tail up.
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So now- here they are- Sitting in the car infront of the doctors and Wade is dead silent, Clinging to Fluffy the Wolverine like his life depends on it, colorful bandaids all over him and his arm wrapped in gauze. What ever Wade do to this poor raccoon? It wasn't going without a fight. Logan only guesses that he was trying to bring the raccoon home but failed.
He takes a deep breath "Now, Wade? You need to behave in here. No hurting anyone, okay? They just wanna help."
He just turns to him with this big, terrified, teary eyes. "Is it gonna hurts!?"
"A tiny bit."
"A tiny bit..? How tiny?"
"Do you know when Puppy puts her nails on you? On accident? Cause puppys can't put their claws inside like kitty?" He says, calm and holding his hand.
Wade whimpers, sniffles and nods, and is absolutely afraid of the shot that was about to happen. "Yes.."
"Well? It hurts a tiny bit like that. And you have to be good. Got it? Give me your baby knife."
He looks at him, suspicious, scared and shocked. Kitty has never taken his baby knife from him before but hesitantly, slowly he hands it over, letting it over over Logans firm open hand, pulling it back to his chest defensively.
"Your gonna give it back?"
"Ill give it back. I pinky promise. But sometimes when you're scared you make bad choices with your baby knife."
"... is kitty gonna hurt let them me...?"
Logans heart shattered, because unfortunately the awnser was yes. But he had too. For Wade's own saftey.
"No, no! Well-... uugh.. yes? Just a little bit. And I'll be right there. Kitty has to get a shot, too. You know that? A-and if you're good, I'll give you ice cream!" He adds quickly, having seen the way wades eyes were flickering towards the door.
He would bolt if too scared. Especially without his knife. And he wouldn't be found until HE wanted to be found. It was one of Logan's biggest fears. To loose him because he runs off.
"Okay?"
"...okay"
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Coming out of the clinic, Wade is skipping, holding a small cherry sucker, Fluffy, And had a new hello kitty bandaid. "That didn't hurt a lot. Just a tiny like kitty says. GASSSP Kitty!! I did good!? I have ice creams now?"
Good.
Groaning, Logan too had a bandaid on his arm, exhausted from all the damage Wade just did. He was so strong. Holding him down that long the best he could was the only thing he could really do, especially with Wade screaming and begging him to let go. Emotionally, and Physically, he was done.
The word made Logan want to laugh in his face. Yeah, sure, if you called 2 broken noses, someone getting an unplanned rabies shot today, another kicked in the stomach and the doctor bit on the arm- then SURE. He was good.
"Look, whatever happens.. Just.. give him the damn booster. Got it? Oh, and gaurd your nose-"
"What?" Said the nurse, only for her nose to be ultimately broken by the end of today, and Logan had to plead with them not to call the police. Thankfully, she was sympathic and didn't, but the conversation stressed Logan out enough for the next 3 days.
"..sure kid.. you did good." He lies, needing a nap and maybe a benadryl. "Hey and no more trash kittys.. okay?"
This was the reality of taking care of Wade Wilson. Trash kitties. Baby knives. And Ice cream.
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strangler fig
cw: mildly dubious consent
Thatâs how little that reputation board meant. Grianâs fingers curl around the flint and steel. He lights sparks absently, watching as they char small holes into the already flimsy bridge heâs sitting on. The moon rises, slow and languorous, washing the server in shades of pale gray. He kicks his feet over the edge.Â
Itâs what heâs been wanting to say to Scar since⌠since. Well, heâs said it now, and thatâs all that really matters. Grian shakes his head, clearing the thought from his mind. Sparks jump as he drags the flint and steel together. One lands on his hand, burning into his skin. Grian winces, half-hearted.
âCareful,â a voice chides. Danger flashes in his mind faster than he can think, and heâs already on his feet, whirling to point his sword towards the intruder. Â
Scar grins back at him from the shadows, green eyes flashing. âWouldnât want you getting hurt.â He raises a hand, dotted with pale scars across the knuckles, as an example.
It takes a moment for Grianâs brain to catch up with everything. He doesnât lower his sword, even though his wrist aches and he knows the point is trembling.
âLike youâd care about me getting hurt,â he grits. âGo away, Scar. Itâs the middle of the night.â He canât deal with this right now.
âWhat, I canât make a friendly visit to my neighbors?â Scarâs using that smooth, salesmanâs voice, the one that always makes Grian wrinkle his nose. He steps down from where heâs been sitting on the railing, not unlike a cat, and smiles even wider like he thinks Grian will fall for it.
âYou have to schedule an appointment,â he tells Scar flatly, waving his hand in the direction of the top of the mountain. âWeâre not available. Go home.â
âAw, canât you make an exception?â
âNo,â Grian snaps, this time gesturing with the point of the sword. Scar pouts, but moves closer anyways.
âHey,â he says, âI mean it. Leave.â This should be the part where Scar goes. Sometimes with head hanging, sometimes with tight, angry shoulders, sometimes with someone else, but he always listens. Grian can count on him for that much.
Scar does not listen. He tries to skirt the edge of Grianâs blade, but he turns the point back on him. Heâs seething now, and has half a mind to plunge the sword into Scarâs heart, green name be damned.
Still, he gets closer, until Grianâs sword is hovering above the fragile skin of his throat. Itâs too much, and he shuffles a half-step back, only for Scar to keep following, to deliberately press the underside of his chin into the sharp point. A thin rivulet of blood, dark in the night, spills down Scarâs collarbone, soaks into the edges of his vest. It makes Grian feel a little dizzy.
âWhatâs your game?â he hisses, like heâs the one in control of where the sword ends up. âOr do you just have a death wish?â
Grian can deal with Scar on the other side of a blade. He can hurt him on the other side of a blade. Any closer, and he starts remembering bruised knuckles and blood at the corners of his mouth. Any closer, and Grian starts wanting to touch him. So he holds Scar at swordpoint. Whatever mind game Scar thinks heâs playing, he wonât back down for a little blood.
He just smiles again, the scars on his face rippling silver, and Grian wants to scream. Heâs not sure why he doesnât really; Mumbo and Skizz would be awake in seconds, and Grian wouldnât have to deal with the danger that is Scar in the moonlight.
âWhat if,â Scar says slowly, âI said I was apologizing?â
âThen you can do it in the morning. But youâre not here to apologize.â That much is obvious by the way Scar continues to grin, like itâs all some massive joke.
It does stop him continuing to inch towards Grian, though, and he looks like heâs contemplating for a moment.
âYouâre right.â
âHn?â Heâs distracted by another bead of blood tracing the hollow of Scarâs throat. Remembering what itâs like to wrap his fingers around it.
âIâm not here to apologize,â Scar tells him cheerily, and thereâs something in his eyes that stops Grian short, struggling for something to say. He places two gentle fingers on top of Grianâs sword, pushing it down, away from his neck. Grianâs hands are shaking. He offers no resistance. Scar presses forwards.
âStop,â Grian says. He doesnât beg. He doesnât. âStop.â
âBut you donât really want me to, do you.â Scar takes another step closer, something intent in his eyes. Grian moves backwards in tandem, until thereâs nowhere else to go, just the two of them on an unsteady bridge, his heart pounding in his throat.
âI donât think you really even care that I killed you,â he continues, and Grian presses his hands against the wooden railing, desperate for something to ground him. He doesnât know when he dropped his sword, only that itâs shimmering on the ground far away from him and far too close to Scar.
âI hate you,â he says. âI hate you.â Itâs something not unlike a prayer, something that he wants to be true so very badly.
With a careless movement, Scar kicks the sword off the bridge. He stares in dismay as he watches it hit the ground far below, then realizes too late heâs taken his eyes off Scar.
âI think I know exactly what you want.â And then heâs too close, armorless and throat bared, blood still running, and Grian wants to kill him. He wants to run away. Heâs pinned down by green eyes, too knowing.
âDonât,â and itâs barely a shaky breath. He canât muster up the force to say anything else, to want anything else. Scar leans close, intent as ever. Â
Scarâs lips are still soft. It feels awful. Grian hates it, even as he returns the kiss, heartbeat staccato. The wooden edge of the railing digs into the small of his back. Heâs never felt so trapped. He presses his thumbs into the divot of Scarâs collarbone, settles his fingers around his neck, tries to feel in control. Itâs even worse that Scar lets him, humming against his mouth. Grian doesnât know why heâs doing this. He doesnât know why heâs letting Scar do this.
Scar tilts his head against Grianâs hands, brings his own down to settle on his waist. Itâs this touch, somehow, that jolts Grian out of whatever fugue heâs in. He presses harder into Scarâs throat, forces him away from his lips.
âWhat the hell do you want, Scar,â he says, voice rough from kissing. His mind still swims a little bit, but heâs aware enough to recognize the fact that Scar is trying to seduce him and desperate enough to want to fall for it. He wonders, vaguely, if this is Scarâs way of convincing him not to hunt him down the moment he goes red.
Scar just swoops in again, even though Grian bites sharply at his bottom lip. He doesnât want thisânot right now, not like this, not here, whatever it takes to make him go away and let Grian lick his wounds. Scarâs fingers curl, near-possessive, into his waist.
When they finally come back up for air, Grian takes his chance and shoves Scar away from him, immediately moving a few steps away. Scarâs hand goes to his throat, smeared with blood and already darkening fingerprint-shaped bruises. Grian steadfastly ignores the way that makes him feel, the twist in his stomach and the nonexistent matching bruises on his knuckles.
âGo,â he says, trying to minimize the shaking of his voice. âI donât care what you want. Just leave me alone.â Scar opens his mouth. Stops. His lips are reddened, probably from when Grian bit him. He doesnât look like Grian thought he would, like the cat who got the cream. He just looks a little lost, as if heâd expected something more. Too bad for him. Grian can admit to Scar being a damn good kisser, but he still remembers hitting the ground, the pain that still lingered in his jaw as it fractured.
âIâ Grianââ
âI really donât know what youâre not getting,â he spits. Scar stares for one more second, eyes brilliant in silver etching. And then he turns away. Grian does his best not to watch him go. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and tastes a hint of coppery blood. It makes him grit his teeth.
He canât help remembering the way his hands fit around Scarâs throat as he starts the trek down to recover his sword. Next timeâthere wouldnât be a next time. Grian had hated it, every moment of it and the way it made him feel. The copper in the back of his mouth stings.
Heâd show him. Heâd show him what itâs like to fill his mouth with blood, to get stabbed in the back. What it was like to feel helpless. Next time, he thinks, staring at where Scarâs back had vanished. Next time.
#scarian#wild life#wild life spoilers#life series spoilers#trafficshipping#well i'm. not sure about this one#it's basically hate sex without the sex#and the ending's... something#but i don't hate it enough not to post it#so here we are
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Whumper incarcerated by caretaker and their team. Caretaker is leading the interrogation. Sitting down opposite of the table from where whumper is sitting, placing their hands on the table and staring ahead with a cold gaze
"You know why I'm here" caretaker then leans forward, waiting for a response
Whumper begins to chuckle, playing with their handcuffs that have them stuck to the table. "Well, I suppose you aren't here to sell me girl scout cookies. Unless you are, in that case you're incredibly late, because I ordered those a long time ag-"
Caretaker slams their hands on the table, cutting whumper off. "Whumpee, where is he?"
"Ooh, yes, right" whumper's eyebrows raise as they lean back in their chair. "Um, which one was that again? Was he the one that begged for his li-"
"You know who, talk" caretaker growls, again cutting whumper off
"Oh, well you're no fun." Whumper sits forward and starts chuckling. "Yes, of course I know, quite a memorable one actually. Y'know, when I first captured him, I would visit his cell regularly. And he would go on and on about how you would save him. How at any second you would come flying in to save the day, only that never happened, did it?" Whumper begins to stare at caretaker with a devilish grin
"no, no, of course not. You were off parading around with your little boy band back there, too busy playing hero to rescue the one who needed saving the most, what kind of irony is that. I almost felt sorry for the little chap, but damn I loved hearing him scream, so I couldn't help myself. Eventually his hope turned to screams, the screams turned to moans, the moans turned to whimpers and whines, and then eventually silence. With all the blood on the floor, I don't know if he could still talk anymore, or if he just chose to be silent. But I'll never forget this. No matter how broken his body was, how twisted and corrupted his mind was, every single time he heard the cell door open, he looked up hoping it was you. Oh, and the slow fall of hope from his face, replaced by fear. The look in his eyes as he realized it wasn't you coming through that door..." Whumper places their hands flat on the table and leans in close to caretaker
"Priceless"
Caretaker roars and jumps up out of their chair. Grabbing whumper by the hair, and proceeding to slam their skull into the table repeatedly. Standing whumper up, and making eye contact between the two.
"WHERE IS HE, YOU PIECE OF SHIT"
whumper takes a few moments to recover, then they wipe the blood from their nose and give caretaker a bloody grin. "Y'know, the funny thing is, I don't know"
Caretaker gets ready to punch whumper, before teammate places a hand on their shoulder, stopping caretaker and pulling them back a few feet.
Whumper watches as teammate and caretaker discuss something. Whumper begins licking their bloody teeth, laughing at the rage caretaker displayed. Eventually caretaker and teammate leave, and return with a torture device, the same one whumper used on whumpee. Caretaker stands across from whumper once again.
"Found this in whumpee's cell, ran the blood through a test and confirmed it has whumpee's DNA on it. Now, you're going to tell me where he is, or whumpee won't be the only one begging for mercy."
Sweat begins to roll down whumper's face, after all these years he never thought he would fall victim to his own design. "And, if I refuse?"
Caretaker leans over the table, returning whumper's devilish grin from earlier. "Well, then I guess this is the last time we speak.". Caretaker turns over to teammate and proceeds to nod. "Do it".
#whump#whump prompt#whump writing#whumpee#caretaker#whumper#writing prompt#whumpblr#whumping#whump community
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I need to know if it was intentional
Did he let the other one do all the shit he did to me so he could then swoop in n make me feel like he rescued me
Or was it just coincidence? Was he only sweet cause he's tryin to get back on Doll's good side n treatin me better is the fastest way to prove himself, not cause he's intentionally usin the dissonance between em to confuse me?
#it all just. it plays right into his hand too damn well.#maybe he didn't plan it from the start but saw the opportunity to get in my head when he came back n just went w/ it?#cause i'm rly rly scared they're startin to actually coordinate things. they only used to fight each other not work together#even if i see what they're fucking doing my feelings just don't fucking listen#cause he said he'd save me. he said he'd take care of me.#so if he does who cares that he manufactured what i need savin from to begin w/?#i already had two versions of him in my head before he literally split into two#the cold cruel sadistic one n the one he sometimes pretends to be#n my emotions just never rly connected that it's the same person. that he's not gonna save me cause he's the one hurtin me#so now that there's actually two of em how am i supposed to get it through my head that the one who acts sweet#still isn't who i thought he was. that it's still not real. he doesn't care abt me he just wants a punching bag#i don't wanna love him#he doesn't deserve it#he doesn't deserve my fucking heart or my loyalty#i fucking hate this#spdrvent
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what is his deal ???
#p4g#persona#art tag#unfortunately i have no new meme material as i havent played in months#still stuck at the end of may i think#but like... i have so little motivation to play#persona writing and mystery solving doesnt really mesh well lmao#idk maybe this guy is nothing but like#i laughed so damn hard when he said that line#like who do you think you are mate a velvet room attendant??#also the fact that the game tells you to solve a mystery so im paying extra attention to everything#only to find bits of writing REALLY stupid#like it's trying too hard to throw you a red herring or sth#i cant just sit back and watch the characters solve the mystery if they're being so blatantly stupid about it#i have half a mind to draw out all the bit i hate#like why tf did this guy have a voiced intro when this is clearly an old game where they probs only did the necessary stuff#it's probs unfair that im reading the meta as well but like... it's just right in my face i cant ignore it!!#anyway my yu has to take matters into his own hands#but can he even trust himself??? WHAT IF IT'S ME#lmao ded anyway idk guys guess i just have to play it out
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I, for one, cannot BELIEVE that I've not found a Single Windows of Opportunity fic about Teal'c and Jack double teaming the daylights out of daniel, it seems so obvious to me
#the foundations are all there!!#maybe im jist not looking hard enough but i fear straying too far from ao3s beautiful tagging and sorting system- call me apoiled as it may-#-very well be true#anyways im just THINKING here. its been a Long l o n g couple dozen loops and theyve very well exhausted their juggling and crafting and#gate-golfing. and while theyre Trying to focus on getting this translation work Done and Over with its alwaya the same!#daniels voice takes on the same inflections. his eyebrows have shot up his forehead the same way each time either of them-#-correct him on a word or phrase and his hands have flapped helplessly and indignantly the same every time J a c k of all people starts-#-lecturing him about the minute differences between This Meankng and That#and of course ot becomes imposible to not notice- after a couple dozen more loops- that as they start to speak the language better-#-and more confidently; that daniel blushes the same. excuses himself to the restroom the same. but the time gets decidedly longer. and jack-#-figures that means hes gone from taking deep breaths to get it under control and to wrap his mind around it the first couple times-#-to not even having the mental fortitude to withstand another hour of hearing them speaking that latin derivative near Perfectly. He's not-#-just flustered. he's getting off. which then Teal'c may point out that he would not do so lightly; he would have to be severely impaired-#-by his arousal to not be able to simply power through it. And isnt that just Something. Theyd consider it for a while (meaning jack shrugs-#-and tealc raises an eyebrow conspiritorily) and by the next loop; once they reach the point daniel has to excuse himself; jack stops his-#-retreat with two arms around his waist from behind. tealc aids with a hand on his shoulder and another low on his hip from the front and-#-daniel gives a half hearted effort at releasing hinself from their loose grasp before resigning with a sigh; 'you know exactly what i was-#-going to do. dont you?' he asks; somewhat still in awe from the Looping Concept but mostly in utter embarasment. teal'c inclines his head-#-with a knowing smirk just barely playing at his lips but having a Feild Day in his eyes; 'we had an inclination'. Jack is already swaying-#-his hips in gentle circles against daniels ass; telling him how agrivating it is that daniel gets to get off every other loops or so but-#-he has to be zapped back into the commisary with blue balls because he just csnt help getting hard at the thought of daniel getting off-#-over something he did. and because there are no consequences and Jack is actually rather frustrated; he allows himself the luxery of-#-talking dirty into the soft skin of daniels neck; getting lost in the babble of his own words 'Ive learned to draw and paint; took up-#-pottery and guitar and golf and ive damn near perfected every weapon theyll allow me on the range. but daniel-' he presses a devious kiss-#-right under his ear and daniel Shivers despite himself '-nothing ive learned holds a candle to finding out what gets you off'
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â PHEREMOANED ?! â t. fushiguro
â sum. after three long years in the slammer, toji returns home to youâhis pretty sweet fiancĂŠ. to surprise him, you decided to spray on your new expensive pheromone perfume. was it the best idea? probably not. you wanted to tease him, not make him feral.
warnings. fem! reader, ex-convict toji, pwp, feral toji, scent kink, unprotected, manhandling, size kink, cĂşnnilingus (he eats it from the back), toji has a tongue piercing, brÄeding, marathon sĂŠx, choking, spĂt, impact play, hair pulling, overstim, tummy bulges, overstim.
wc. 6.2k
toji fushiguro never knew how to stay out of troubleâhe had a temper and that wasnât really a surprise.
heâs lucky he got released early on good behavior. three years, one thousand and ninety-five days, twenty six thousand hours and thirty six months spent apart from him. regardless though, you were patientâmaking sure to visit him during visiting hours and all. but the day he gets released, you get an idea. scrolling online, you read an article about pheromone perfume and skimmed across some pretty eye-catching stories. you ordered it about two weeks prior, waiting for his release to actually try it. spritzing a few good sprays on yourself, you wait by the front door where one of his friends, presumably shiu was dropping him off at.
creaaaak, the wooden door opens and there stands toji. heâs still in his orange jumpsuit, tresses of shaggy sable bangs brushing down his eyes, briefly occluding his vision. âhey, girl,â he gruffs, catching you in his arms once you tackle him into a hug. his big big arms cage you in before he kisses the top of your head. âmissed y-â
toji pauses, and you let off a gasp once he abruptly digs his face inside the crook of your neck. âhn. . new perfume, baby?â good, so it really does work. his scarred hands rest toward your hips before he starts to sniff all down your neck, groaning against your skin.
ây- yeah,â you stammer, feeling his hands grip against your blouse. âyou like? it was on sale.â
âi love it but itâs damn strong,â he murmurs, and out of nowhereâhe lifts you up, tossing you over his shoulder. a giggle nearly leaves from your lips as he starts to trod toward the bedroom, loud boots clanking against the marble-made floor. âdid you spray it between your legs too? fuck, youâre just asking to be ruined tonight, baby.â
well shit.
everything happens so fast,
one second youâre hugging your fiancĂŠ who just got released from prison and the next, heâs tossing you on the bed, making you spread your legs.
youâve seen a lot of different faces of toji but this, this was entirely new. heâs got the type of look in his eyes where he wants something and he wonât hesitate to take it . . even if that something is you.
seeing you like this, sprawled all out on the bed with that cute perplexed expression of yours, fuck.
three years. three years without any kinds of physical contact he had to endure, and with the addition of your new pheromone perfume. perhaps you had some kind of death wish.
âspread âem,â he huffs, clicking his tongue. tojiâs eyes were already hooded and half-lidded. heâs panting already and heâs not even looking at you.
just from staring between your legs, he could almost taste you on his tongue - his tastebuds were already salivating at the carnal thought. tojiâs verdant dim eyes stare straight between your legs, right near the very crevices. âwait, no,â and you gasp again once he flips you over, making you flop down on your chest. âass up baby. i donât wanna look at you right now. wanna look at her.â
his hands were so hot, quite literally.
his bare palms had all kinds of scars painted near the centers with such rough texture as he feels against your ass. you try to suppress an incoming moan as your back willingly arches forward. your cheekâs being smushed against the silky red cover of your own pillow before he leans in.
tojiâs wetly kisses against your ass cheek, nearly ripping your skirt in two. âmhm,â he groans, and even now, heâs still smelling you. your legs start to shake and quiver once heâs smelling every part of your thighs. toji drags his nose up and down, heâs making sure he can take in all of your perfume, he even licks down your legs. youâve seen him feral before but never like this. his palm continues to rub against your skin before the button tip of his nose reaches toward your panties. âfuck, donât know how much i missed you, princess.â
ât- toji,â you whine through gritted teeth, and heâs flicking his tongue against the lace pad of your panties. your smell, it was so good - he just couldnât get enough.
it scratched a obscene itch in his brain, making him so arousedâso much so that you werenât helping the strain in his jumpsuit sweats at all. tojiâs boner was almost painful, it prods against the thin fabric of his jumpsuit and your scent only made his throbbing so much worse.
his hair tickles against the corners of your thighs as you feel his warm breath ghost against your sopping entrance. oh, right. you were kind of sort of a bit drenchedâyou had played with yourself out of pure boredom. you failed to make yourself finish but he didnât have to know that.
toji noticed right away and he raises a brow, two pinching fingers pulling your panties to the side. âsheâs soaked,â he utters in a low voiceâhe sounds almost offended. âwonder why that is.â
you let off a broken moan once he peels your panties to the side with just his teeth, dragging a fat swollen thumb right down your drooling slit. âfuckk, smell so good baby but i bet you taste even better.â
and within seconds, his tongue delves right between your legs. once he startsâthereâs no prying him off. whenever it was pussy involved, toji was an animal.
he could eat you out for hours, no breaks, not caring at all if his jaw locks and tightens. he ate you out as if it wants some sort of competition, and heâd always get a gold medal. every single time. .
youâre facing the opposite way while heâs eating you from behind, two open palms squeezing against both soft cheeks of your ass. the tiny ball of his piercing gradually flicks against your clit and you nearly let off a shriek. the stimulation has you gasping for air and it felt so goodâyouâve never felt more sensitive.
toji spreads your ass wider, dipping his lengthy wet tongue in and out before spitting down your entrance. âptf,â and itâs a glossy slimy trail that dribbles straight down the cracked slope of your ass before oozing near your puffy pussy. itâs so sloppy, he laps it right up before spitting on it again and again.
toji hasnât tasted you in forever, three years felt like forever and he wanted to make sure heâd make up for lost time - with his tongue.
âmhm, keep squirminâ doll, see where it gets ya,â heâd gruff in a husky tone, feeling your entire body starting to writhe and shudder all from his mouth.
despite his jaw already lockingâhis face was flushed and tears of sweat sprayed against his forehead. even still, the dark haired man showed no signs of fatigue. you just tasted so sweet, and your loud pheromonal smell made things worse.
you slouch back against the cushioned mattress, peering behind you to see him sloppily give your pulsating cunt three second slurps. fuck, his tongue. it was so long.
you felt every extending inch of it trace and curl all throughout the swollen walls of your pussy. he had to make sure your pretty pussy remembered who it belonged to. his rosy pink tip swirls around and around, side to side, up and downâhe makes it toy in every witch direction. toji then starts to merrily spell out the thirteen notorious letters of his name over and over.
t - o - j - i - f - u - s - h - i - g - u - r - o.
once his tongue curls in such a slick spiraling manner, your tummy heaves once he spells out the letter âsâ with his tongue. it twirls from up to down, and he even grumbles out the letters under his breath in that low, raspy voice.
two big hands cling onto your rickety thighs before he spanks your ass once he sees you trying to reach down between your thighs to touch yourself. âwatch it, little girl,â he snarls, the sudden pitchy tone in his rough voice making you throb right on his tongue. heâs practically making out with your cunt now, french kissing your slobbering entrance. tojiâs just casually nose deep, taking every few seconds to smell against your clit. âsheâs mine.â
âtojiiiiââ you moan, continuing to rock your unsteady hips back into his face. tojiâs patchy stubble rubs all over against your skin until itâs just profusely dripping from your slick juices.
the scar that runs down the right side of his lip smears against you also. it feels so rough as it scraps against your folds. your pussy twitches as he starts to drag his face back and forth against your slick and you gasp once his tongue slides further up.
up, up, up until it reaches there.
âah, now what do we got ourselves here,â he whispers, and you moan once he plugs a fat thumb against your puckering hole.
your teeth dig into the cottony fluff of the pillow thatâs sat right in front of you. tojiâs thumb, he circles it around before lolling out his tongue. even though youâre not directly facing him, you can just hear how wet it isâhow wet you are.
youâre squelching so loud that it bounces off the walls, ricocheting against every peeling corner.
the syrupy saliva that departs and smacks from his lips once he open his mouth. âgod, âyer fuckinâ wet, baby. just for me,â he murmurs, and he creates a long slippery slicking trail from the starting point of your throbbing clitoral hood all the way until he reaches your hole. he pauses as sheeny drool following his mouth. saliva continues to slip away from his wry crooked lips as his lips open and close. heâs fucking sloppy.
it was no secretâtoji fushiguro was feral, happily smearing his face against your cunt whilst his tongue multitasks, licking near your ass.
itâs a sensation that almost tickles but oh, you werenât laughing. your toes curl up in pure ecstasy and your face scrunches as heâs just devouring you whole like the starved man he was.
ângh, tojiiii,â you whine, feeling the luscious twirl of his fat long tongue run over against every part of your pussy. your estatic nerves felt it all, he was very precise and never missed a spot.
tojiâs lip scar that swoops down the right curve of his mouth faintly brushes up near your clit as his head continues to move. he hears you âoohâ at the ticklish feeling and he chortles darkly. he likes to loll out his tongue even further, repeatedly thwacking the center of his tongue against your clit just so you can grow dumb from his piercing.
with your chest continuously dipping and heaving, youâre shivering against the as heâs got a face full of your assâhe feels you reaching from behind, grabbing near his overgrown unkempt strands to give it a nice mean tug. youâre dragging his head against your pussy now, even if your grip was a bit weak. âohmygod, âs gonna make me cum too quick, toji.â
âtaste so sweet, he grumbles, your viscous slick gluing all against his reddened scarlet lips. toji continues to dip and delve his lengthy flat tongue in and out of your sweet puckering hole before trailing it back up towards your cunt.
you let off a pretty mewl that lasts for multiple seconds, feeling dewy saturated strings of his spit run away from his own two lips and slabber all over your wet flaps. if itâs one thing toji does, he makes sure that youâre always wet for him.
youâre biting your fist until your knuckles split, occasionally hearing him spit against your cunt again, using a clammy palm to smother it everywhere.
âmy wet girl,â his lips purse, soft pants of breath fanning right against your slick. youâre frantically quaveringâshaking, and those warm ghostly breaths that waft by your rear doesnât make things any better. various tingles roam through your body as heâs eating you out from behind, savoring your taste entirely. âmhm, donât get lazy on me now. shake yâer ass against my face, baby. fuck me back.â
you moan once he gives your right bare ass cheek a firm squeeze. cupping it into his palm, he spanks it before you obey his command. jolting soft skin recoils and jiggles against his face and toji snickers, lying his wide tongue even flatter against your exposed wet pussy.
âuh huh, atta girl, lemme taste all of you,â and as heâs slurping, it doesnât take long before youâre shooting utter blanks yet again.
interrupting static deafens your ears as a roaring wave crashes through your veins. your knees abruptly buckle until youâre collapsing forward in the mattress and its silky sheets. only then do you now finish on his tongue, letting off a shrilling whine.
âmhm, there it is, thereâs my sloppy baby,â and a lustrous stream of your sweetened juices spew down his chin. his chinâs now shiny, and your glistening slick even decorates his stubble.
âfuck,â he takes a moment to breathe, flicking his tongue against his lips. so sweet, tojiâs dark eyes rove down at your cute elated state as you slumped into the pillows. youâre trying to crawl away but with two hands, heâs reeling you right back into him. âoh, no ya donât. get back here, pretty girl,â and your lips part into an âoâ as you gasp, feeling his teeth playfully nibble against your pussy.
and toji doesnât let you escape his grasp. not yet anyway, he was starving. he missed you, and his tongue showed that.
you hadnât realized how much timeâs passed whilst heâs between your legsâyouâd guess itâs been a few hours since it was almost dusk now.
toji was a eater, heâs got you lied flat on your back now as heâs slurping you clean. his tongue flicks underneath his bottom lip, tasting the mess you caused thatâs pouring down his slick chin. itâs probably been your fifth orgasm and your legs can barely hold themselves up.
âmhm,â and heâs just munching your pretty pussy, glossy strands of his own saliva mixing with your sap continues to dribble down his chin. heâs made such a mess, all because of you. âyou sprayed between your legs, didnât you baby?â
ân- no,â you lie, dragging his head back and forth against your cunt. you did, but to be fair you didnât think itâd work. you thought it was just another scam. but it wasnât â toji was here, eating you out as if your pussy was the last edible thing in world.
make no mistake, he was a filthy man. his entire chinâs cascading with a stream of your syrupy mess and he barely bats an eye. you didnât know how much more you could take before he chuckles, finally departing his lips.
âyouâre a bad liar,â and his voice grows deep again. you meet his eyes and thatâs when toji makes you get on all fours again. âass up. yâknow the drill. atta girllll,â and you almost shiver from his touch. toji stares at your perked ass, bringing a palm towards your left templed cheek. smack, you moan from the abrupt sting before he later caresses it. âgod, i missed you. those idiots wouldnât even let me touch myself, baby. thought about you the entire time i was rottinâ.â
and as he speaks, your cheek presses further against the pillow. toji tugs on his the sweats of his orange jumpsuitâthe fabric writhes against his slim waist before falling down, now exposing his boxers. he watches as your ass writhes and he hums, springing out his thick cock. âshit, you donât even realize how good you smell, do ya?â
âno,â you breathe, feeling a lump circle near the inside of your throat once he brings his tip towards your entrance.
itâs sopping wet, weeping with honeyed tears of slick before he smacks it against your puffy hood.
âfuuuck,â you whine out, the feeling of his bulbous mushroom tip bringing you so many memories. he brushes it down your sensitive slit and you feel the slimy remnants of precum that oozes off his frenulum. a hand of his wraps around his veiny length, giving it a few striking pumps before toji groans. âfuck me toji, f- fuckinâ hurry up.â
ânow girl,â he brings another smack towards your rear. this time itâs harder, the recoil rings through your ears and makes you chew the inside of your cheek. âdonât rush me,â and as the bass in his voice pitches lowers and lower, you feel yourself pulsate right between your sprawled out thighs.
tojiâs aligning himself, hearing your sloshing weeps sloppily exit out of your pussy. a wry smile compresses against his lips before he wraps a few fingers over the back of your throat with his free hand. â âm gonna take my time with you. so, do me a favor baby. arch that pretty back ân shut the fuck up.â
it was such authority in his voiceâdespite his tip barely even being in, he felt your cunt twitching almost right away.
it makes him snicker to himself, caressing your stinging back side with a scarred bare hand.
âgood girl,â and he leans further in, taking yet another whiff of your salaciously rich scent. âhere it comes,â he lowly purrs, and you bite your lip once heâs finally entering inside of you.
tojiâs slow, purposely. he loves more than anything to see your patience wearing thin, squirming and just aching for a crumb of dick. as heâs perfectly aligned, his swollen angered cockhead gradually starts to disappear inside of your pussy.
âbiiiiig stretch, there we go babygirl. take it.â and youâre moaning at each ridiculous inch burying its way inside of you. with little to no ease at all, heâs mending your squashy walls and shaping them all due to the size of his thick cock.
heâs so big, so big that his dick makes your tummy cave in a bit and your thighs start to rattle.
tojiâs got a fat delicious hook that always curves inside of you as heâs going in. itâs so good - so good to where youâre feeling butterflies brew up inside of your stomach . . unless that was just his bulge.
âtoji, ohmygodohmygoddd,â you babble out, gasping with slick parted lips at the gaping barrage he makes with his dick. heâs only halfway in and yet you feel so full. you almost forgot what it was like for him to fuck you, and oh did you miss it. âyouâre notângh, not gonna fit.â
âsilly girl,â he huffs, already starting to feel himself break a sweat. his foreheadâs starting to get clammy the more heâs easing his way in. the raven haired man towers over your jittery body before you feel his hungry gaze rove down your back. âweâll make it work, princess. just like we always do, i trained this pussy well.â
squiiiissssh!
right after he speaks, youâre already gushing from his cock being so deep inside. his tip gets covered with your slick and he hums in amusement.
âeven she agrees with me,â he hoarsely utters, preparing his sharp keen hips. youâre just so wet, you nibble down on your tongue as heâs losing himself further inside. it feels like forever until tojiâs finally fully in. you hear a ringing âpopâ and thatâs when you knew he was fitted nice and snug. âthere we go, told ya. i always make it fit just for youâoh fuuucckk.â
your scentâs filling up the room now and itâs just driving him crazy. it gives him a headache, the kind of headache where he actually likes the pounding.
he canât get enough of you, whether itâs your perfume, your body, or just you in general. all he knew was that he missed you and he was gonna show you how, with his deep pivotal thrusts.
âhngh, toji fuck,â you whimper out, and it doesnât take long before heâs starting up a fast pitiless pace. the bed immediately dips from the harsh amounts of weight and pressure. tojiâs got both hands glued to your hips.
his fat tip rudely thrashed at your sweet pulsing cunt time and time again. heâs simply relentless.
as heâs moving with such speed, you feel his full swollen base tap against your ass over and over.
you almost drooled, imagining how much heâd cum inside of you this time. his fingerstips dug so far into your skin that he left brief marks - it wasnât too bad, but heâd definitely look back at it later just to tease you. âmmph, fuck toji. right there, that spot, baby.â
âi love you sweetheart but you talk too much,â he grouses, and youâre caught off guard once he pauses mid thrust just lean up close against you.
with your back still turned the opposite way, he pulls down your panties all the way, stuffing them in your empty mouth. âthere, keep those pretty things in. only sounds i wanna hear is from yâer pussy, sheâs the star tonight.â
tojiâs cock was just merciless.
if you thought he was mean in bed, his hips were even meaner. ruthless, youâre being fucked against the springy mattress thatâs creaking and the same babbles come out of your lips every time.
those same pathetic cries of his name. . it was like music to his ears. you couldnât see yourself but you just knew you looked a mess.
you were drooling all against the satin pillow case as your eyes were just bulging out of their sockets. toji always knew how to stretch you good and stretch you right.
he was thick, driving his hips into you at such barbarous force that you were almost sure he was gonna break you. he wasnât lying when he said he missed you. being away from you for so long was practically torture, and yes it was entirely his fault for getting locked up in the first place but still.
âugh, mmph!â you whine, your noises becoming muffled from the bawled up panties that were stuffed inside of your puffed cheeks.
he was unapologetically drilling into your cunt as if he was a construction worker. if it wasnât thanks to tojiâs grip with hands, youâd probably fall of the bed and land flat on your ass.
âsqueezinâ me so fuckinâ tightâshit,â he growls, his dark brows curling up together in frustration.
your walls were so clingy, they always were. his dick knew just the right spots to make you scream. after a few sloppy hits, his sweltering hot crown starts to break through your walls, pounding in and out until youâre just dumb full of cock.
you were stupid, entirely dumbfoundedâand not a single thought crossed your mind as heâs hitting against that same sweet spot. you feel your toes curl up all the way until they feel numb and you let off a inaudible squeal. âpussyâs such a crybaby, look at how much yâer sobbinâ on me, princess.â he points out, purposely slowing his thrusts down just to ogle at the glimmering cobwebs of your own slick streaming down his cock.
itâs so pretty, youâre drenching his length each second and he feels himself twitch - you feel him twitch inside of you.
as heâs still vigorously delving his fat cock in and out of you, you feel tojiâs grip around your neck softly tighten. silvery fingers stroke against your tender skin and you moan, a cock drunk smile spreading across your lips whilst your mouthâs full of your own damn panties.
you even taste yourself and it leaves a bittersweet taste in your mouth. toji then suddenly raises your ass up just a bit more.
âhey,â he grumbles, swatting a hand against your ass. youâre snapped out of your own lewd thoughts once the sting meets against your rear.
dark sly eyes flicker toward your body thatâs twitching underneath him and he hums. âfuck back against me. donât be a lazy girl,â and your cuntâs so close, youâre on the very verge and almost every nerve thatâs buried between your thighs prepares itself for its elated finish. âfuck. me. back.â he repeats, his words an almost growl.
you whimper, quickening your hips again and he stares at your ass thatâs gluing against his sharp pelvis, smack smack smacking away. the recoil was always his favorite part, he groans at how good you stick against him, luxuriating in your sweet filth.
youâre clinging onto the creamy white sheets for dear life while youâre also just casually getting the life fucked out of you.
toji always fucked like he hated youâof course, he didnât. he loved you, he even put a pretty rock on your finger and couldnât wait to take your last name. or vice versa.
alas, whenever the conversation went towards the bedroom, that was an entirely different story.
he was mean, sharp angered hips would plowed into you like he hated your guts. his tipâs a crimson red, kissing up against your sweetest spot thatâs buried so far deep inside of you that it leaves a mark. your stomach continues to seize as heâs driving himself in and out of you, leaving a little bulge that prods near the lower part of your tummy.
âaw,â he glances at you trying to feel near the exact spot with your hand.
toji grunts lowly at the sharp twinge near his thigh, heâs almost out of fuel but he hasnât had enough of you.
not yet.
âfeel me there, yeah? âm really that deep, princess,â he whispers in a raspy tone, and you can hear just how out of breath he is. every few words were broken up and heâs panting right with you, pinching the bridge of his nose to suppress his own moans. âour future babyâs gonna be riiiight in here someday, princess. gonna make you the prettiest fuckinâ mommy.â
âmmphâmmph!â
âoh, right,â he cackles darkly, leaning in to pull your panties out of your mouth. once he does, youâre matching the drilling speed of his pants.
toji keeps jackhammering into your sopping wet cunt and youâre just hysterical. a raw squeal dies out from the back of your throat before you abruptly end up cumming.
itâs quick, you cream all down his cock and your eyelids fatally flap shut. âthe fuck,â he pauses, and you feel yourself throbbing all around him. youâre shook, your eyebrows twist together in pleasure and youâre just trying to gasp for any breaths you could get. you pout once he stops his hips all of a sudden, still shoved numerous inches inside before he releases his hand from your throat. âi know you didnât just cum on me baby.â
you gulp, still heavily sensitive. your bodyâs practically on fire and you hated that he suddenly stopped.
toji didnât like whenever you cameâwithout asking first at least. â âm sorry,â you moan, hearing his heavy pants directly from behind you. there was a sweet bratty lie underneath your two words and he knew that. toji fushiguro was no idiot. âsorry toji, didnât meanââ
âoh, babygirl iâm sorry too,â and youâre confused for a moment before he makes your face squish even further against the pillows. a hand of his lightly pushes your head back into the mattress. you whine once you feel him starting up again.
your pussy resumes to freely constrict around his length before heâs starting up his insane pace again. toji feels you trying to crawl away again, weakly trying to paw your hands at the edge of the bed but heâs pulling you right back.
your ass slams against him and you moan, feeling him thrash against your beloved g-spot yet again.
ânah, we arenât running today. get back here ân take this,â and he talks over your sweet babbles and mewls, speaking in a faux tone to match yours. âyouâre a big girl arenât ya, yeahhh? so whatcha runninâ for?â
as toji reels you back to his raunchy rude hips, they snap into you at full force and youâre just choking on your own mewling whimpers by this point.
hours past, many many hours of you being fucked in any and every position.
tojiâs got you screaming at the top of your lungs from each delirious orgasm that he coaxed out of you. he tells you to give him one more, just one moreâbut that âone moreâ ends up being at least six more.
youâve never felt more dumb out of your mind, and every few seconds heâd run his nose down your back just to get another whiff of your sweet enticing scent. by now, heâs lost count of how many times he smelled you. whatever perfume you were wearing, it was now his favorite.
he had you creaming down his cock again and again, your legs shook in defeat and you moan once he prepares to start up again.
but thatâs when you lie him back.
âugh,â he falls back, and his arms rest over the headboard of the bed. there youâre met with the eyes of a very feral man. tojiâs jumpsuit was half on, barely even on at this rate. you take a chance to look at him and heâs just so swole. your eyes roam down his beefy body. heâs definitely got more toned since the last time you saw him. his body, itâs as if he was a sculpture. his and were similar to a greek god, droplets of sweat race down near his sharp v-line and you were mentally drooling. you peer down at a few of his tats that ink into his skin, a few veins running down his forearms. ânow, thatâs pretty damn rude, baby. pushinâ me over like that. oughtaââ
âshut up, toji,â you murmur, still trying to get over your most recent orgasm. your ears rang, so loud that itâs putting bells to shame. with hooded eyes and that same sleazy grin, he holds onto your waist as you make your way on his lap.
toji snickers, a palm of his hand squeezing your ass tight. âoh, so yâer gonna ride me. âs that what this is, princess?â and you could hear the smug in his tone.
he didnât think you had the guts. .
the dimples that poke against either side of his lips confirmed his haughty expression. âcute, but fine. go ahead then, girl,â and he spanks your ass, burying his face into your neck, licking against your sweet skin. âride me.â
you barely even last a few minutesâtojiâs just too fucking big.
youâre babbling yet again at how heâs not gonna fit and he just wryly grins at you. seeing you struggle to take him for the umpteenth time continues to feed his annoying ego.
but like the gentleman he was, toji helps you.
big firm hands attach to your waist and he helps you align yourself once more. your cuntâs profusely drooling, aching for more despite the overstimulation thatâs continuing to dumb you down.
âsuch a baby. gotta help ya with everything,â he whispers, hiding his face inside the crook of your neck.
your scent was still so loud, the smell of you alone made him throb and you felt it from the inside of your gripping pussy.
your clingy walls clamp and squeeze around him tightly before you start up your frantic hips again. twisting your brows together in lewd rapture, you whineâtossing your arms over his broad shoulders. after a few seconds, then do you start to move your hips. âfuck, thatâs it baby. ride me good, yeah. move those hips, shiiit.â
he groans, feeling his pumping cock drag its way through every part of your slick walls. he never misses a spot, and he sticks his tongue out, dragging it down your collarbone.
âmhm, fuck me. ride it like you want it, princess.â he spanks your ass, hearing the bed wail and creak out frail groans of its own. your hips threw itself in a circle as youâre on his lap, taking in every inch of his thick heavy cock. toji closes his eyes, inhaling your scent for the nth time, and itâs almost as if the second you started riding him, your smell got even stronger.
your slick glosses down his cock entirely, and itâs so pretty. every chance you get, you stare down between your legs just to see the sloshing mess thatâs slapping right directly right underneath you. strands of glistening juices blissfully mix with his and just itâs filthy.
it even tangles into a mere cobweb the quicker you bounce up and down his dick. âf- fuck, fuck,â you stammer, and youâre so fullâfull of nothing but long girthy inches.
again, his maddened plump tip was just rude.
itâs smacking against your spongy sensitive spot constantly, dragging out those cute whimpers from your throat. your fingertips claw down his back whilst your hips becoming incredibly sloppy. âtoji, âm gonna cum again. fuck, gonna cum again. hngh, please lemme c-cum.â
âlet me think about it,â he sighs, and your face cutely drops at his teasing. toji nips small minuscule bites near your neck as his cock stills inside of you. âhmmmmm,â and he even hums over your pleading whines. burly arms wrap around your waist before he squeezes near your ass. he waits for a good seven seconds before darkly chuckling, lapping his tongue directly underneath your chin. âfine. go aheâfuck.â
toji groans because right as he speaks, he ends up cumming right with you. his teeth bites into your skin as heâs dumping in a fat load inside, creamy globs filling you up almost right away.
his body violently erupts, feeling a ripple of vibrations jolt through his body and you feel the exact same.
you felt a spark surge through your veins and your brain just turned into complete mush. as your dead hips feebly writhe against him your jaw is just hanging open. âhngh, âs full,â you wheeze, feeling him continue to overflow your pussy with such thick amounts.
itâs a lot, so much to where itâs drooling all down your thighs, matching color against the ivory colored sheets.
it was so warm - hot even.
you hear the sloshing spurts that it makes and youâre panting just as much as he was.
toji saved so much for you.
his jaw tightens as he leans back, one hand still glued to the right cheek of your ass. âgod, i fuckinâ missed you,â he groans, feeling a tingly sensation at the way you swallow every drop with your drooling cunt. your hips waver over him, and once toji brings his face up to stare at you again, he cups your face. âyou alright, princess?â
ây- yeah iââ but before you could even finish your sentence, he pulls you in a deep passionate kiss.
itâs sloppy more than anything, and you feel his hands creep down toward your tits, squeezing against your plump swollen mounds. you whine in his mouth as both tangled tongues move in tavern. shaggy bangs brush against your forehead as you wrap your arms around him. as heâs hungrily shoving his tongue down your throat, thatâs when he feels your hips slowly starting to grind again.
after a few long seconds, toji pulls away, watching the lustrous trial of saliva leave from both lips. heâs still so sensitive and so were you.
âbaby,â he says, raspy and out of breath. he leans in, giving you one more sniff before groaning in your neck. the insides of your thighs were sticky, glued to the very crevices with his hot gluey cum and you definitely milked him. âi need moreâfuck, i need more.â and you gasp once youâre suddenly flipped over on your back.
leafy green eyes bore into your ass and you moan once toji drags a big thumb down your cunt thatâs slobbering with milky globs of his seed.
âshit, look at this mess,â and he slides his tongue across his lip - specifically, across the scar that runs down his sly crooked lips. âhah, yâer tummyâs not full enough yet, princess,â and you can almost hear the pout in his voice as heâs stood behind you.
toji vertically smears his thumb against your cunt thatâs weeping with such thick velvety amounts of cum. he inches his face toward your rear before bringing a kiss towards your wet entrance.
âbefore i give you more though, âm gonna have âta clean this mess,â and you let off a surprised gasp once he dips his tongue back into your pussy again, the cold pierced ball that lies on his tongue making you whimper. âso be a good girl ân bend over again for me,â and he starts to nibble against your clit, feeling you ardently pulse against his tongue.
âheh, but i gotta say, this food right hereâs so much fuckinâ better than the shit they serve us in prison, princess,â and toji spits right on your folds one last time, giving it a playful smack. âso much better. . â
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Never Ever Seen This Before!
Synopsis. Thereâs a first time for everything - including trying out dirty little kĂnks with them.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected, cĂłckwarming, mating press, oral (female + male receiving), manhandling, marking, spitting, bĂłndage, spanking (Nanamiâs), dynamics, degradation, cĂşmplay, squĂrting, some HEINOUS things, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 4.6k
A/N. *sigh* canât believe I deleted this before. If you know, then YOU KNOW.
⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - Stay still, goddammit!
Was being stuffed full of your boyfriendâs thick cock at all times really too much to ask? You think not.Â
Toji, however, really didnât see the point.
âBut, doll.â he groans, dragging his tip lazily in-between your swollen folds. And it was so sloppy - slick trailing down his length, smearing across the sheets. âJusâ wanna fuck your pretty lilâ cunt.â
Itâs not that Toji doesnât like the feeling of your tight pussy wrapped around his cock. No, he loves it - is addicted even. And he loves it especially when you attack him in the morning like this - his pretty girl, all splayed out on her side, barely even blinking the sleep out of her eyes before you ache for his dick.Â
But, really, whatâs the use of staying still - heâd rather fuck you till youâre breathless and creaming around his cock.
âToji, you promised weâd try. Jusâ want to be stuffed full of your cock.â you pout, batting your lashes behind at him. âDonâ make me go on a sex ban.â
Oh, you little minx. He knew all your dirty tricks - yet, fell for them each time anyway. âFine. Then fucking-â he lifts your legs a little higher, hips pulling back ever-so-slightly. âTake it.â
You barely even hear the rest of his sentence because Tojiâs immediately bullying his throbbing dick into your pussy. Pushing against the resistance as you struggle to take his thick cock, not stopping till heâs buried all the way in your wet cunt.
Smirking at the way you mewl and grind your hips back into his, he wraps two muscled arms around your waist, holding you still on his cock. Murmuring in your ear, low and gravelly, âNot sâpposed to move, doll. Remember?
God, he knows you feel the way he twitches inside your dripping cunt at the way you whisper out a shaky little, âY-yeah. No moving.â
And stubbornly you grit your teeth, being able to do nothing more than clamp down so deliciously on Tojiâs pulsing cock as you stay still, relishing in the burn of him stretching you impossibly.
And maybe itâs been minutes - or even hours, because God did it feel that way to Toji as he watched you being broken by the mere feeling of being split apart on his cock. Patience slowly waning, he snakes down a hand to your poor, forgotten clit. Index tracing lightly over the sensitive bud.Â
âT-Toji what-â you immediately jolt, finally getting an ounce of the friction your cunt has been aching for this whole time. Mindlessly grinding into his erection - only to be stopped by a large hand on your hip.Â
âNo moving, doll. Remember?â
âBut-â
âDidnât say anything about playing with your pretty lilâ clit now, did you?â he hums, knowing you were playing right into his hands. âNow. Donât move.â
Ah, you can do nothing but lay there and take it as Toji presses hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck. Fingers starting to press, frantic, hard little circles on your swollen clit. Over and over- Like he was fucking you with his fingers the way he couldnât with his dick.Â
Ugh, damn him. Damn him and his fingers that knew you so well.
It was maddening.
âToji- please.â you sob out, powerless against the bruising grip keeping you in place. You wanted to move. You wanted him so bad.Â
ââPleaseâ what?â he grunts. Clearly torn between focusing on drawing steady, agonizing patterns on your clit and fighting that feral part of himself that just wants to plunge into your pretty pussy over and over. Not stopping till you were cockdrunk and crying to cum.
âPlease just fuck me- ah!â
Oh, you didnât have to tell Toji twice. Because in one, fluid move, Tojiâs pulling back, fucking you with harsh, jerky little movements of his hips. Twitching balls smacking you with each thrust. Not even caring to wait and let you adjust because fuck cockwarming, heâs wanted this so long and your needy lilâ pussy is milking him so good- âShhh, itâs okay, doll. We have lotsa time to practice.â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - So mean!
Nanami Kento was a gentleman. Always holding the door open, guiding you through crowds, gifting you bouquets even when there wasnât a special occasion.Â
The only problem was that Nanami was a gentleman even when you didnât want him to be. Even when what you really wanted was for him to push you down and tease you till you were crying and begging for his cock.Â
Like right now - kissing softly down your neck, large hands trailing across your skin as he lays you gently on your bed. Long fingers dipping into your soaked panties, drawing delicate patterns on your quivering thighs. But youâre not in the mood for delicate.
âK-Kento!â you whine, hips bucking into his featherlight touches. âCan we ah- do that thing we talked about?â
âI donât want to hurt you, darling.â he murmurs against your skin.Â
You let out a pouty whine, one that you knew would make him break. âBut I want you to, Kento. Wanâ you to break me. Please.â
He lets out a resigned sigh, running a hand through his hair. A loaded second of silence passes. One. Two. And just as youâre about to admit defeat, surprisingly, itâs Nanami that breaks the silence. âFine then. Face down, ass up if you want to act like such a lilâ slut.â
You scramble to do what he says, mind reeling from the fact that oh this was Nanami - the same Nanami whoâd never raised his voice or ever called you anything other than terms of endearment.
âHm, good.â he grits out.
And thatâs all you hear before a deafening rip! rings through the heady room. Looking back in shock, you realize with a jolt that Nanami had your tattered panties in his hands, your dripping cunt on full display for him.Â
As he positions himself behind you, resting his swollen cock the curve of your ass. Mindlessly, you push back against the feeling of Nanamiâs achingly hard cock, hot and heavy on your skin, precum smearing everywhere. âKen-â
Smack!
âNot Kento, darling.â he murmurs, palms smoothing over your ass. Lips kissing down your spine, in a way that would be so sweet if it wasnât for the way he had you under his mercy.Â
You let out a strangled moan at the sharp sting, his large handprint searing into your skin. âS-sir?â you whisper, almost-experimentally. And oh was it the right answer - because he groans appreciatively, dick jumping so animalistically at the term leaving your swollen lips.Â
âOh? So my slutty girl does know how to be good, huh?â he murmurs, voice so uncharacteristically dangerous. Hands spreading your swollen folds to take in the sight of your wet pussy. âShit. Since mâfeeling so nice, count to five nâ Iâll fill that tight lilâ cunt with my cock.â
You barely have the time to wonder what he means before you feel a sharp slap against your ass. Forcing you to yelp out a strained little, âO-one, sir.â
Nanami hungry eyes greedily take in the fat tears clinging to your lashes, hips bucking into his for more. Your mouth dropping into such a delicious little oh! as youâre torn between pain and pleasure.Â
You were so sweet falling apart underneath him that he canât help but do it again. Smack! And again. Smack!Â
âTwo. Hah! Nâ t-three.â
Good, now it was time to put his good girl to the test.Â
With a low hiss of appreciation, he drags his throbbing cock across your wet folds, gathering your sweet juices on his tip. At the same time, Nanamiâs hand connects with your ass again. Hard. Smack!Â
âAh! Oh-â
âCount.â
âFour! Ngh- four, sir.â
Nanamiâs amusement spikes at the way you were so desperately rutting into his cock. And, well, what his pretty slut wants - she gets, right?
Several things happen at once, he swiftly raises his hand for a final, hard smack. Hips reeling back ever-so-slightly to ram his cock into your snug cunt at the same time. Smack!Â
âAh! Kento- Kento hgnh- shit feel sâgood inside me.â you mewl, drunk off both the sharp sting on your ass and Nanami bullying his thick cock into your tight pussy, filling you up so good.Â
But not for long - because as soon as he was stuffing you full of his cock, Nanamiâs pulling out just as fast. Your pussy clenching around nothing as you whirl behind to pout at him. Only for whatever whine to get stuck in your throat at two fingers shoving something flimsy and wet in your mouth. Forcing you to taste yourself.
Gagging around your soaked panties, a jolt runs down your spine at the positively feral glint in his eyes. Blinking away the tears in your eyes to take in the cruel little smile playing on his lips as he leans in closer to whisper, âMy lilâ slut canât even seem to remember what to call me, huh? I think she should be punished.â
Oh.
What have you done?
⥠GETO SUGURU - Drown me in it!
Geto Suguru has done it all - folded you in half, stuffed you full from all ends, had you begging and crying for more underneath him. He can confidently say that he hasnât shied away from ticking off everything on the list.
That is until one random night in the shower, when he gets an epiphany - oh shit, Geto hasnât made you squirt yet. Yes, it was the sudden image of you covering him in all your sweet juices. But more importantly - how dare he let his pretty girl go so long without cumming so hard you see the pearly gates of heaven?Â
So - like any good boyfriend - Geto has you splayed out on his navy sheets, your legs in the air, his painfully hard cock buried in your dripping cunt.Â
âHngh- please. Shit shit shit mâcumming-â you whine, hips bucking wildly into his. Tears streaming down your face, clenching so hard around his dick that it makes it hard for Geto to thrust in and out at his steady, torturous rhythm. Fucking you through- which number orgasm was this again?Â
Ah, it doesnât matter - because you didnât squirt. Again.Â
âAwwwâŚâ you can barely hear his words over the blood roaring in your ears. âDidnât squirt on that one either. Câmon now, my love, I know yâcan do it fâme.â
Not wasting a second, Getoâs ramming his cock into your snug cunt once more. Heavy balls stinging your ass with each thrust - not even easing you into it any more because oh your little sobs were so pretty. Squirming and bucking into his touch despite your protests. âS-Sugu- I hah-, canât-â
Now, as much as Geto loved your smart mouth - he loved it even more when youâre cockdrunk and babbling underneath him. Huffing out a laugh, he murmurs in your ear, âYes, my love?â Veins grazing that one spot. Hard. âCanât what?â
âCanât cum anymore!â
Well - greedy gaze drinking in the way your swollen cunt swallowed him up so well, slick dripping down to his twitching balls - Geto begged to differ.
âShut up. You will.â he mutters, shifting the angle to hit that one spot that has you gasping and bucking your hips for more. Your fists bunching up the soaked sheets below you, fucking yourself desperately into his throbbing cock. Curling deftly against that one spot. Over and over-
âClose, my love?â Geto sing-songs, âThink this could be the one?â
And oh does he find out. Because youâre cumming again - stars behind your eyes, walls clamping down so sinfully as he fucks you through your high. Your nails claw at his shoulders in an effort to get him to fucking slow down - but no, Geto is ruthless with his abuse. Hips faltering only once you show signs of your high bating.Â
And before you can even react, your boyfriendâs starting his movements again. Milking himself on your heavenly pussy.Â
You canât even form coherent sentences at this point, only fucked-out whimpers leaving your swollen lips - itâs been like this for hours now. Youâve cum more times than you can probably count, yet here Geto was - not even once tonight. A slow, agonizing torture for the both of you. All because he wanted you to fucking squirt.
His thumb was ravaging your sensitive clit, pleasure nothing more than tingles now as Geto fucking ruins you. Hips bullying his thick cock into your heated pussy, thrusts no more than sloppy little movements. Your pussy dripping onto your bedroom floor.
Unforgiving. Geto Suguru was absolutely unforgiving.Â
âCâmon, my love.â his words were so sweetly whispered in your ear - barely audible over your cries. Geto nips at your earlobe, purring lowly, âSquirt on this one, nâ Iâll fill your pretty lilâ pussy with my cum like you want sâbad.â
And then, it happens - something snaps.
Your orgasm crashes through you. So violent and hard that you see flashes of white behind your eyes. You cry out, trembling as your sloppy pussy squirts all over Geto. Covering him in all your sweet juices till his abs are glistening with your slick. Dripping down his body and absolutely soaking the sheets below.
And oh how he was entranced. Geto barely registers his own orgasm, hips faltering as he pumps thick, hot ropes of seed into your quivering cunt. Cumming at the mere sight of you creaming on his cock. His pretty girl was so gorgeous squirting all over him.
It was so so worth edging the both of you to the brink of insanity. He thinks his only regret was not having you squirt all over his face too.
WellâŚnow he only had to see if he could do it twice.
⥠CHOSO KAMO - Lollipop!
Shit, you thought your best friend would have a huge dick - but this was ridiculous.Â
So intimidatingly long and pretty, swollen tip flushed your favorite shade of pink, matching his blushing cheeks. Beads of precum leaking down, down, down the side so mouth-wateringly as you seat yourself in-between those sculpted thighs.
âY-you sure about this, sweetheart?â Choso hisses, despite the way his cock throbs animalistically in your soft hands.Â
You raise a brow, batting your lashes so deceivingly innocently. âAre you sure, Cho? Sâyour first, after all.â
He should say no. He should laugh it off as a joke. He shouldnât ruin this friendship - but oh how badly he wanted to see your pretty lips wrapped around his dick. Have you choking and gagging around him. So, any rationality thrown out the window, Choso nods slowly. Entranced.Â
Grinning wickedly, you whisper, hot breath making his angry cock twitch âThought so.âÂ
âBut are you su- hngh!â Whatever sentence at the tip of his tongue is cut off as you spit on his length. Once. Twice. Your palms smearing the saliva along his throbbing length. Enough of an answer. And then thereâs no more talking.Â
Chosoâs mouth drops into a fucked-out little oh! of disbelief as your tongue darts out to collect the saliva and precum pooling at his head.Â
Moaning at his slightly salty taste, you take in as much of him as you can - inch by fucking inch. Not stopping till your nose meets the small tufts of black hair at this toned pelvis. Because this was your devastatingly sexy best friend and he deserved the best.Â
God, Choso already thinks he could pass out.Â
Heavy balls squeezing so painfully, his veins graze against the roof of your mouth as you start bobbing your head at a quick, ruthless pace. Milking Chosoâs pretty cock for all heâs worth. Not even easing him into his first, because fuck only one taste and youâre already addicted.Â
So, really, it only makes sense that Choso was the same. âOh- Oh fuck! Feels sâgood hngh-â he babbles, hips bucking up involuntarily into your warm, plush mouth. âShit shit shit oh-.âÂ
Was this what heaven felt like? He really was missing out.
âOh, fuck. Yeah, feel sâgood around me, sweetheart.â he groans, as you tongue at his sensitive slit. Fingers digging into the soft armrest while he tries to keep himself together.
You notice - of course you do - because soon enough youâre grabbing his arms to rest on your head, teary eyes blinking up at him so sinfully as you suck the soul out of him.Â
In a split-second, Chosoâs carding his fingers through your hair, holding you steady as he rams his cock down your throat.Â
âFuck- mâs-sorry, sweetheart. Sâtoo ngh- fucking good.â his words slur together, drunk off the way you gag around him. Letting yourself be so used as he fucks your mouth so ferally. Not half the man he was just a moment ago.
By God were you a vision, he thinks deliriously - tears stinging your eyes, drool dripping down the corner of your mouth, lips stretching so lewdly around him as you take him in and out in and out in and- And if he angled your head just right he could see the bulge in your throat. Him - all him. âSorry- ah! sâpretty hgnh- pretty when youâre full of my cock.â
âGonna be mâfirst, huh?â he moans deliriously, ââGonna let me fuck up into that pretty lilâ mouth whenever I want?âÂ
The only response he gets are your pathetic, wet gurgles, and the smacking of his heavy balls hitting your chin. This was heaven and you were an angel.
And that only makes Choso speed up his sloppy thrusts more. Each thrust deeper and harder than the last. Balls tightening, feeling his sanity crumbling away each time his throbbing erection hits the back of your throat. Over and over-
âAh! Sweetheart- mânot gonna last long. Mâclose-â he lets out a guttural groan, tugging on your hair to pull you away.
But alas, you seemed every bit intent on ruining him. Because the only response he gets are your nails digging deeper into his milky hips, leaving angry, red marks in their wake. Ones for him to remember you by - not that he thinks he could ever forget this.
And that itself is enough to have Choso spilling into your mouth. Shooting thick, hot spurts of seed down your waiting throat.Â
Messy. It was so fucking messy.
Heart in his throat, breaths ragged, Choso has to blink his vision back. And if he thought he was going to pass out before then he wasnât ready for you to proudly stick out your tongue - showing absolutely no trace of his cum. Swallowing everything he gives.
âI-I think,â he starts, voice shot, âSâtime for me to return the favor.â
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - Drunk on you(r cunt)!
Why the hell would the King of Curses ever kneel down to anyone?Â
Why would he ever wrestle your legs so shamefully open, dive nose-first into your pretty pussy, and tease you with his tongue for hours? Ignoring his angry, achingly hard cock for the sole purpose of making you cum and only making you cum?
But, well, thatâs exactly what happened.Â
âOh- Kuna! Please-â you mewl, big fat tears dripping down your face at this point. Not knowing whether to move your hips away or buck up into his tongue for more more more-
âWhat now, brat?â he hums into your dripping cunt, vibrations making you squeal. âComplained that I donât eat out your pretty lilâ cunt nâ now youâre acting so spoiled?â
Ah, there it was - that offhand little remark that got you into this mess. âB-but,â you whine, stars behind your eyes each time Sukuna laps at your sweet juices. âDidnât think youâd be so mean-â
All you get is a dark chuckle as Sukuna sucks on your throbbing clit, so sensitive from his relentless abuse. Rolling his tongue over it so teasingly.Â
Now, this might be his first time eating you out, but he knows exactly what you need - what you crave. And the way your body trembled under his touch told Sukuna everything about how you were brinking so dangerously close to the edge. Too close.Â
âPlease, Kuna! Wanâ cum sâbad.â you cry out, broken little moans of pleasure leaving your swollen lips. Ones which quickly turn into disappointed whines as he pulls away. Again.
âMânot being mean.â he murmurs in your ear, drinking in that adorable little pout on your face.Â
In the haze of your lust-addled mind, you barely register the way he flips you two to lay on his back. Manhandling you further up the mattress you to be splayed out so sinfully above him - thighs straddling his devastatingly handsome face, hot breath hitting your dripping cunt.
âSee?â Sukuna hums, tongue darting out to catch the obscene drip! drip! drip! of your slick. Eyes rolling to the back of his head as lets your sweet juices slide down his throat. âMâthe best fucking boyfriend youâll ever have.â And with that, heâs bullying his tongue through your swollen fold. Stretching you, thrusting in and out of your sloppy hole. Over and over-
âNgh- feels sâgood. Ah fillinâ me up sâgood.â you squeal, bucking your hips desperately into his pretty face, broken little whimpers leaving you at each rough push of Sukunaâs tongue.Â
Why was he so reluctant again? Something about stupid fucking pride? Fuck that, Sukuna would be on his knees every day if it meant he got to taste you like this. Jaw grinding deeper into you as he eats you out like his last meal.
God, you were pretty sure youâd be collapsing onto him if it wasnât for the strong hand holding your hips. Grip almost bruising as he rocks you harder - more obscenely - on his tongue. The other snakes down to draw rough, frenzied little circles on your swollen clit - as if you werenât losing your sanity enough
And maybe if you were in a better state of mind youâd have noticed that Sukuna was, too. Eyes half-lidded, slick glistening down his jaw, pussy-drunk and watching awe-struck at the sinful sight of you. Devouring the sight of you the way he was with your cunt.Â
Fuck, why does this feel so good? He wasnât even fucking getting off, but the more he made out with your sweet cunt, the more he could feel himself edging closer and closer to the edge. Rock-hard cock angry and leaking precum all over his abs. The great Ryomen Sukuna cumming in his pants from eating his pretty girl out?Â
Shit, Sukuna thinks deliriously, he was gonna have to make you cum. Soon.Â
âKuna- mâclose.â you whimper, voice so soft as if you were afraid of being teased again.
âOh yeah, brat?â he mutters into your folds, âWant it sâbadly, huh? Wanâ cum on my tongue?âÂ
The vibrations have your body jerking violently. âYes yes yes! Canât take it anymore, wanâ cum. Make me cum, please!â you keen. Fucked-out little whines of Sukunaâs name leaving your mouth as he speeds up his movements.
âThen cum.â
And you are, clenching so lewdly around his soft tongue as you ride out your high on his face. Your juices glossing his lips so prettily. And oh Sukunaâs so entranced by you creaming around his tongue that he almost misses the feel of thick, hot spurts of his cum now pooling on his abs. Fuck, he was going to have to do this very often.
⥠GOJO SATORU - Break him!
Gojo always fucked you like his own personal sextoy. And now, it was only time for you to pay back the favor. Which is why you had him handcuffed to the bed, shirtless and splayed out to absolutely fucking ruin.Â
âHah, donât worry, baby. Iâll be gentle.â Gojo chuckles, tugging on the metal cuffs. Still so cocky despite the way his throbbing dick was leaking all over his sculpted abs, twitching at the mere sound of your voice.Â
âHow nice.â you hum, sliding your pussy across his swollen cock, drenching him in your juices. âBecause I wonât be.â And before Gojo can retort, youâre sinking down on his achingly hard cock, squeezing him inside your tight cunt as much as you can.Â
âShit shit shit, yes. Your pretty lilâ pussy feel sâamazing wrapped around me. You sure you can handle it all, baby?âÂ
You waste no time. Slamming down on Gojoâs leaking cock in one, abrupt motion, walls burning at the stretch as your ass meets his heavy balls. They twitch against you as you start moving in steady little bounces, sliding his thick cock in and out of your dripping cunt. In out in and out in and-
âShit, baby. Fuckinâ me sâgood ah! Hngh-â Gojoâs sinful moans come in ragged bursts. Fucking up into your pussy in shallow, defiant little thrusts to bully himself deeper and deeper inside you. But not for long - because youâre pushing his hips down, nails digging into the milky skin of his hips.
âNope.â you hum, grinning at his pout. âNot till you admit defeat, Toru.â
âWhat defeat? That all you got, baby?â Gojo scoffs.
Stubborn bastard.
ââWhat defeatâ, huh?â you taunt. Leaning down so your breath fans his pretty face, âSaid I couldnât- handle it-â Each word is punctuated by you slamming down hard onto his swollen cock. Snug cunt massaging his veins as you pull up all the way - till his leaking tip is just kissing your sloppy hole, rocking your hips down hard at a punishing pace. âLook at you now, huh?â
You risk a glance into his eyes and oh- he liked it.
The great Gojo Satoru - revered like a God since birth - liked being treated like a mere fucktoy at your hands. Loved it even - if the way he twitched inside you was anything to go by it. Oh how you enjoyed being the one to bring him down to his knees.
Immediately, your hand reaches to grab the blindfold hanging haphazardly on his neck. âCâmon, Toru.â you warn, breaths ragged at the way his fat tip kissed your cervix. Tugging - hard - Gojo breath hitches in his throat as you whisper, âJusâ give up.â
His pretty lips part slightly as you speed up your movements. Harsh, purposeful movements just to fuck his soul out.Â
âGod, fuck- hah. Nah, more talk than walk, huh?â
Your hand tightens around the delicate blindfold, relishing in the wet little gurgles that leave him at the pressure around his throat. Balls squeezing painfully as you hypnotize him with your heavenly cunt. Alternating between agonizingly slow strokes and a sloppy, erratic bouncing - edging him closer and closer to the edge. Only to shatter his orgasm and his ego. Fuck.
âI know you want to cum, Toru.â your sweet voice snaps him out of his reverie, and Gojo stares up into your hazy, powerdrunk eyes. âJust admit defeat.â
âNo.â
âToru.â you start, sultry and dangerous. âAdmit it.â
He shakes his head desperately, tears peeking out through those long lashes. âNo.â he repeats, jaw clenched tight.
A hand wraps around his blindfold, pulling him impossibly closer, not even a hairâs breadth between your sticky bodies. âAdmit defeat, Toru.â your lips ghosting his, nipping at his bottom lip. âAdmit defeat, nâ Iâll make your cock cum hard enough to see stars.â
And finally, âI hah- a-admit defeat.â
âLouder.â
âI was wrong! Was wrong, mâgirl. Lemme cum please lemme cum-â
Throwing his head back, Gojoâs hips buck wildly into yours as you let him bully his dick into you with reckless abandon. Over and over- Using you just as much as you were using him. Not even an ounce of the God he was raised to be.
And oh does Gojo see stars - and you do too. Because with a strangled gasp of your name, heâs painting your snug cunt white with thick, hot ropes of his cum.Â
Fucking his seed deeper and deeper, he fucks you through your high. Dazed blue eyes widening at the way your tight pussy was so overfilled, sticky seed dribbling out of you. The sight of you creaming around his cock has his balls twitching exhaustedly. Fuck it was all too much. Flimsy handcuffs shattering with one pull, Gojo mutters raggedly, words sending shivers down your spine, âMy turn, baby.â
A/N. Plagiarism not authorized.
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so, nerdy loser college boy choso *sighs* *opens legs*
a/n: just so you know, this man is gonna make you do all the hard work for a piece of that loser boy dick đŽâđ¨ so... um so at some point around 2000 words in i realised this is way more than a hc post :3 eat it up if you will!
nerdy!choso who borderline has no friends except his gaming buddies who doesnt meet irl like ever. he doesnt like going to classes, especially this one. he doesnt need it but it's a requirement for all first years. and boy is glad it is when he sees you come in.
nerdy!choso who only listens to discussions when you're talking. suddenly he needs to put down his headphones and nod at every word you're saying. his eyes follow every gesture of your hand, every sway of your ass, every single time you fix your hair.
nerdy!choso who is starting to get a bit enamored with you, your style, your way of speaking. he loses track of time gawking at you in class from the last benches as you prettily do all the work in the class. he hates how beautifully your hair falls on your face, how nicely your clothes fit you despite being pretty modest for college. he hates how he can see the silhouette of your tits when you turn to the side. but he's too much of a gentleman to keep looking.
nerdy!choso who ends a game early when he remembers you, lying and saying that he had promised someone to meet them somewhere. the place is his bathroom and the person was you. god, you really shouldn't wear those tight jeans to class y'know? how will he continue to be a gentleman if you do?
nerdy!choso who despises groupwork but prays to dear god this class has some reason to pair you two together. he's getting so desperate to talk to you knowing damn well he too pussy to do it on his own. and the lord answers his prayers, the teacher assigns groups of three for a presentation. it's you, him and some slacking trust fund baby.
nerdy!choso who is about to combust and have a full blown panic attack when he sees you approach him after class with that smile on your face that would make the angels swoon. you're going on about distributing the work equally and what not while he is trying his fucking hardest to not accidently make eye contact with you and piss his pants : (
nerdy!choso who now has your name, your number and your email and he feels like the happiest man on earth. his hands are literally shaking as he responds to your request to call. he's overthinking every word he types.
choso: yeah i can do wednesday. choso: i'll be okay with whatever day you want.
nerdy!choso who hops on video call and short circuits with a view of you in an oversized band tee and a brief view of your room. why did you have to be this pretty? why did you have to video call him when you couldve done the work on text? why did you have to put your hair up like that? why oh why did you have you say "choso? hey, you there?" so seductively to bring him back to the present?
nerdy!choso who gets like no work done in a 30 minute call which felt like three hours. he knew he would hardly be paying attention so decided to record the call with your consent, saying he'd need the notes you were typing out on screen only to play it back and stroke his dick to you for what might've have been the twentieth time this week. his strokes only getting faster as you say his name in that voice he imagines sounds way better moaning and screaming it instead.
nerdy!choso who, after the presentation, is on greeting terms with you when he sees you studying in the library. he sits as far away from you as he can while still being able to see you. occupying the coziest corner of the library to stare at you study right when you come up to him.
"can i join you, choso? i'm all alone and your space seems comfy" you say with a smile, "of course, i dont mean to disturb you, is saw you were on your own too, so..."
uh oh, uh oh, uh oh. god no. please no. please dont say yes. please dont be staring at her like some dumb idiot (too late) please.
"uh... yeah sure why not?" he awkwardly says as he makes room for you to keep your things. he was such an idiot for thinking he could say no to your pretty face in the first place.
nerdy!choso who is absolutely drunk on your scent. it feels way better than any alcohol he's ever had. he feels like an animal in heat when he smells your sugary perfume mixed with the styrofoam-y air conditioned smell of the library. you're gonna kill him, yknow? how is he supposed to respond to this? what is one to do when their stupid college crush sits next to them? he gives you a half smile before furiously typing away on reddit, the only place with answers for losers like him.
nerdy!choso whose hands. oh his hands. (can be i a big whore for a second?) his long hands that feel like they're the size of your face. his kempt, beautiful and trimmed nails. his lengthy fingers that seem to yearn for something more to foddle with than just the keyboard or controller. he typed as such an insane pace it made your pussy ache. he was going so fast, jesus. those hands were meant to do more than just ask "how to talk to girls" on reddit.
nerdy!choso who (on the advice of reddit) asks if you would want him to order something for you. you tell you had a frappuccino not too long ago and that it was quite sweet and filling. and he hates himself for thinking that he could give you something much sweeter and filling than that like a horny fourteen year old.
nerdy!choso who is now determined to not come off as a creep so he does his work with the focus of four adderalls. he is typing as fast as his heartbeat, not realising he got two classes worth of work done in just an hour. he looks over at you, blissfully unaware of the absolute war in his mind.
nerdy!choso who feels as though if he doesn't muster up the courage to ask you out right then and there, he'll probably be the biggest loser on the planet. (as if he wasn't already)
nerdy! pathetic! choso who stutters a million times and barely gets the job done then too. his eyes are scanning your entire being (trying his best to not gawk at your tits) for any sign of discomfort.
"so- uhh so ummm... wo-would you, like, uh... like to do this again? sometime?... i got a.. a lot of work done today, so.."
oh heavens, the sheer nervousness in his tone makes you want to pull his pants down and show him how to really get work done.
you agree with a smile, even suggesting a better, more ambient (more romantic) cafe to study in. choso's heart is about to burst and flood the fucking library with his blood the way it is beating at an alarming rate.
"umm yeah uh 5 sounds... awesome... i hope it isn't a-a bother to you?" "no way, choso. i loved today," you offer him a smile as you gather your things, "i really like your hair, by the way" "i like your hair too, y-y-you smell very nice", he gulps.
fuck. why did he say that? what? you smell nice? who says that? is he like ten? you can't help but giggle at the sheer embarassment on his face.
he feels as though he's gonna melt into a puddle and turn to stone and throw up all at the same time.
nerdy!choso who is the most stupidly hot guy you've ever met, you think as you go giggling back to your dorm. mental note: pick a skimpy outfit for 5pm ;)
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ŕŠâĄËł 'baby fever' - 18+ logan x f!reader
summary: after your first baby is born, logan realises he doesn't want to stop at just one. (4.4k) tags: erm no one look at me, logan has baby fever, fluffy beginning, established relationship, breeding kink, blowjob, p in v, wet & messy, nipple play, overstimulation, creampie (lots of them oops), lots of dirty talk, clit play, missionary + doggy style, dom!logan & kind of sub!reader, crying from pleasure, rough sex, kind of body worship, for the 'home' prompt for logan promptober.
logan swears heâs dreaming, he must be. thereâs no possible way he got this lucky, right? heâs holding his own baby girl in his arms, bouncing her on his hip by the bedroom window, watching on in awe as she eagerly takes in the world around her.
the light dances in her eyes while the world passes by behind the glass, birds singing, trees swaying gently, autumn leaves twirling in their yearly gentle dance. everything is new to her, and logan canât help but be struck by such a profound love. everything feels new to him now too.
he never thought heâd have this, never thought heâd deserve it. still doesnât believe he deserves it but accepts the role with more honour than any other role heâs been bestowed before it. a father, him, logan, a father.
her eyes droop, and his smile widens more than he thought possible. he makes his way through to her room as he mumbles sweet little words of affection to her in a voice so high pitched that no one would recognise it's his.
you watch on from the bed, a warmth spreading in your chest. you could watch him like this all day. he was a natural, the paternal instinct coming so easily to him. logan had always felt this deep-seated need to protect. though he spent so many years in solitude with no path and insisted he preferred it that way, you knew differently from the moment you met him. logan was a pack animal, through and through.
his eyes land on you as he returns to the bedroom and approaches you, standing at the edge of the bed, reaching out to cup your cheek in a loving gesture. thumb tracing across your soft skin, he speaks, âyou look tired too.â
you smile, eyes closing as you lean into his touch, âmaybe a little.â
parenthood hadnât been entirely easy, but you couldnât have anyone better by your side.
logan carefully makes his way into bed beside you, pulling you against his firm chest as his hand finds your hair and begins to thread through the strands. you hear the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear, soothing you, lulling you, though he could achieve that with his presence alone.
his eyes settle on the window, head tilting to the side. you can practically hear it, the cogs turning. logan might have seemed like a steel trap to others, but he may as well be translucent to you. âwhatâs up?â you ask sleepily.
âoh,â he murmurs, he shouldnât be surprised at this point that youâre alerted by his silent mannerisms, âjust. . . thinkinâ.â
and he was, thinking about you, about the baby.
ââbout what?â you yawn.
logan pauses, â. . .would you ever want another one?â
your eyes shoot open and you lift your head to look up at him, you find his expression and realise heâs serious.
he flushes, just a little, but you notice, ânever mind.â
a small laugh of disbelief leaves you, âlogan howlett, do you have baby fever?â
he flushes deeper, what did that even mean? logan scoffs and you visibly see him retreat into that shell inside his mind.
âoh baby,â you grin, cuddling against his chest as you lean your chin against his shirt to continue gazing up at him lovingly, âyou want another baby, huh?â
groaning, he rolls his eyes, âquit it.â heâs beetroot red now, a sight he only reserves for you, though itâs not as though he can help it.
but damn, the baby was only born a few months ago - he was already thinking of your second? the thought fills you with warmth, but more prominently, need. your eyes land on his flushed face as you bite your lip, wondering if he is thinking about filling you up right this very second.
". . . what'cha thinkin' 'bout?" you ask sweetly with feigned naivety as your hand slides down his torso to find the- oh. oh. he's already hard. you know what he's thinking about.
logan groans and tilts his head back when your hand makes contact, his adams apple bobbing as he swallows thickly. "nothin'," he lies, his hand covering yours making you squeeze around his length through the material.
your breath catches in your throat, a heat rising in your chest. "is that right?" you whisper, trying to stay in control. the thought of him taking you, hard and deep, whispering filth about how he's gonna make you a momma again over and over is making it hard to resist rolling over onto your back for him.
and he can sense it, can see it in your face, the way your brows twitch as he grows harder under your touch. it's so cute, actually, how hard you try, knowing he's going to pounce any minute.
but he plays your game, he lets you remain 'in control', though you're anything but.
slowly, you sit up on his lap and begin to unbuckle his belt. time isn't exactly a luxury you can both often afford, what with a newborn baby, but you're too in the moment to care about speeding things up just yet.
his hands rest on your hips, digits digging into the skin as he practices restraint. he wants nothing more than to buck up into you, to throw you on the bed and take you. but he waits. like a good boy.
once he's freed from the constraints of his jeans and underwear, you hum softly at the sight of him, long, thick and ready. your mouth waters at the view, and his eyes widen when you begin to lower your head towards his begging, leaking tip. slowly, oh-so slowly.
logans large hand cups the back of your head, easily engulfing you in his grasp as he guides you lower until he feels it. your tongue. it teases across the tip before you're suddenly wrapping your lips around him. his eyes widen further, letting out a grunt as you take him by surprise.
"holy fuck," he huffs in a grin, "hungry for my cock, huh baby?"
you know now that your control is gone, given up happily and submissively. you know it in the grip he has on your hair, the way he's easing you up and down on his cock. and you'd give him everything if you could, the stars in the sky, the whole world if it were possible.
"that's it, get me nice and ready. . ." he mumbles, losing himself a little in the pleasure, the words dripping from his tongue like honey.
you're not sure what deal logan made with the devil to have the ability to talk as sweetly yet as filthy as he does, as well as he does, but you feel entirely grateful as his sinful words serve to dampen your underwear. you moan against his hardening cock, savouring the way every prominent vein feels against your soft tongue.
he pulls you back, looking into your lustful hazy eyes. you look so pretty like that, he thinks, lips red and swollen from sucking so well, eyes hooded and unfocused because you're thinking about how good that cock would feel stuffed deep somewhere else.
"c'mere," he coos, a hand on your hip guiding you forward to sit closer on his lap, "we need to get you nice and ready too, don't we?"
a growl rumbles from the back of his throat as his eyes travel down the path of your body, resting at the apex of your thighs. he purrs in delight when he notices you're already soaked through to your shorts. "wow, that worked up just from suckin' my cock, baby? you really do want me. . ."
you're bright red, shifting needily on his lap. it's always like this, he drives you to the brink of insanity with need before he's even started. you crave him, crave that thick length filling you so perfectly like it always does, and fuck, you'd give him a baby, you'd give him a hundred babies if it meant you get to experience this over and over again.
"shh," he whispers, his thumb snaking down to tease you through your shorts, applying just enough pressure to have you panting, "there we go, gettin' you nice and ready for my cock, my pretty girl. . ." his eyes flit to yours before returning his gaze to the soaked fabric.
"i am ready," you whine through a choked moan. you're literally dripping.
logan shakes his head, tutting, "tsk, tsk. . . need you extra ready for what i'm gonna do to you, you think i'm just gonna cum in you once?"
holy fuck. your head spins, reeling at his words as you feel your pussy clench around nothing. the ache between your legs grows, almost unbearable, pleading to be filled, used. his name leaves your lips in what can only be described as a needy mewl.
"no," he continues, grabbing your chin and pulling you closer, "see baby, i'm gonna cum in you, over and over. 'till you're nice and full, it's all i've been thinkin' about." his breath ghosts against your lips, "and you're gonna take it like a good girl, aren't you? gonna give me another baby?"
you moan breathlessly, how can you even respond to that? instead you nod quickly, swallowing hard as you try in a futile effort to stop your head from spinning.
but he loves you like this, needy, panting, desperate for his cock. sure, he might have been the one blushing earlier, but you're certainly a pretty shade of red now.
"use your words," he whispers against your lips, teasing you with the promise of a kiss, and a whole lot more.
you feel yourself clench again, his thumb still rubbing soft circles against your clit through your shorts, "please."
"please what?" logan grins, loving how your face twists in frustration.
a whine, "please fill me up, want to give you another baby, please? please, fuck, just fuck me."
he can't help but laugh softly at the needy words spilling from your lips in a desperate attempt to coax him inside. and it's working. his body thrums with pleasure as he remembers how good you feel, how he fits inside you like you were made for him, how good you take it when he gets a little rough.
"that's a good girl. . ." he hums, gripping your hips and flipping you over onto your back. his towering muscled form looms over you, your body opening up automatically, legs spreading and hands by your head. you want him to take you, take all of you. now.
"love this body, was made for me y'know. . ." logan mumbles lovingly as he kisses his way down the column of your throat, hands rubbing at your hips before they begin to inch up your shirt. it rises until it covers your face, and he keeps it there as he nips at your chest. "hm, no bra?" you feel his devious smirk against your skin, tongue beginning to flick teasingly at a nipple.
your back arches, the sensations amplified by the loss of sight. fuck, he loves to watch you squirm like this, and those noises you make. . .
he gives equal attention to both nipples, licking and sucking and kissing your breasts with increasing intensity, smirking all the while. finally, he pulls the shirt from your head, your breath catches in your throat as you look down at him and meet his hungry gaze.
logan begins kissing along your tummy, nuzzling against your soft skin, so close to where you want him yet so far. you want to beg, but you don't get the chance, because soon he's pulling down your shorts along with your underwear. he's greedy too.
kissing the skin that's exposed to him, his kisses trail down your mound, ending at the top of your glistening slit. "ah," he grins, eyes glowing like a man of great discovery, "there she is, she's missed me huh?"
all breath escapes your lungs as he licks a stripe along your pussy, groaning at the taste as he does so. he buries his face in you, licking and nudging your clit with his tongue as he devours you. logan swears it feels better for him than for you, could eat you out all day, but that's not what he's here for this time.
"you're so wet, holy fuck," he swallows, panting softly against your skin, "so good for me, so good, just-" giving a few quick kisses to your pussy, he pulls back and removes his shirt, "don't move."
you almost laugh, why would you want to go anywhere? with a man like logan who worships the ground you walk on, kisses you like it's the first time every time and fucks you within an inch of your life every time - you'd be crazy to want to be anywhere else but here, beneath him, where you belong.
he's worked himself out of his jeans and boxers too, admiring the view beneath him as he takes his cock in his hand, slapping it against your slit. with each squeak that escapes you, his smirk grows wider, "love those noises you make, just for me."
you gasp and arch your back as he begins to rub his tip against your wet folds. you're not sure who he's teasing more, himself or you. a moan slips from your lips each time his cock glides up against your clit, sending sparks to your core.
"that's it, feel how hard i am?" he whispers, "yeah, gonna cum so hard in that pretty little pussy, baby, is that what you want?"
you can hardly take it anymore, "god, yes."
he grins, positioning himself as he hooks your knees on top of his arms as he presses down, almost folding you in half. you gasp and grip the sheets at this new position, and gasp even louder as he quickly and easily slips inside of you. "fucking hell," logan huffs, "i hardly even had to move, you want it so fuckin' bad don't you? feel how deep i can get like this?"
and god, you can. you're not sure you've ever felt him this deep. all you know is how good it feels, his cock straining against your tight velvet walls, finally filling you.
when he begins to move, it's like nothing else. he starts at a slower pace, slow deep strokes as his hips meet yours, driving his cock even deeper as you open up to him. his eyes flutter shut and you admire him above you, knowing you're making him feel as good as he's making you feel.
you find your voice again, and speak up, "your cock feels so good baby, don't stop. . ." you get what you secretly wanted, a moan sneaks from his lips. it's soft, wanting, mirroring the need in your own voice. "fuck, love it when you moan for me. . ."
his eyes snap open, a flash of vulnerability and then his lips are crashing against yours. he kisses you with a deep passion as he moves inside you. logan loves the man he becomes when he fucks you, loves that he can let go, be soft, be rough, be whatever he feels. you'll accept him either way, because you're always a spent mess in the end. all for him.
"takin' my cock so well, always do," he huffs against your lips, driving himself a little deeper, wet sounds filling the air as he slips in and out, "gonna feel even better when i make you cum a few times, when you're so sensitive, taking every last drop i give ya."
you moan and pant, nodding, wordlessly begging him to continue.
"and you'll take it, huh, baby? take it cus you wanna make me a daddy again?" he growls, pace increasing as he fucks you harder, primal instinct taking over, "wanna make me proud and let me fill you as many times as i can? many times as i want?"
holy fuck, you can hardly think straight. in fact, you can hardly think at all. there's one thing, one thought swirling around the base of your skull, you don't want him to ever stop.
you clench around his thick cock and his brows lower, pressing his forehead against yours as he pounds you into the mattress. the bed is squeaking, begging for mercy as he continues, but you feel too good for him to hold back anymore. "baby please-"
"baby please what?" he snaps back, panting as he leans further into you, pushing your legs back until they're almost at your ears. you'd be shocked at your own flexibility if you could think at all. "please fill you up? please make you a mommy again? please what, huh? speak, baby, i can't hear you."
gasping at his tone, you feel your pussy flutter around him. he's gonna make you cum, fuck, you're gonna cum so hard. "i- baby i'm-"
but he doesn't let you finish your sentence, not that you'd make much sense at this point anyway. his cock twitches inside you, almost begging to be milked, begging to fill you until you can't take any more. "gonna cum?" logan whispers, already knowing the answer.
and you can't answer, because you're a mess, gasping and moaning and writhing as his cock makes light work of your wet pussy. his thick length glides in, and out, driving deep to meet your cervix with every thrust.
"cum on this cock," a firm command punctuated with a deep thrust that knocks the air from your lungs, "c'mon, make me cum, you wanted it, didn't you? want me to knock you up nice and good."
your orgasm approaches, a warmth spreading through your lower stomach, rising and rising each time his hips meet yours in his relentless pace. you want to tell him that it feels so good, but your words get caught in your throat. and all at once, your climax rips through you.
it comes in waves, building until your walls are spasming around him and he's cumming too, hot white ropes of cum pushed deeper and deeper as his pace quickens. you're both cursing, panting as his cock pushes it deeper and deeper as your pussy flutters and gushes.
even as the climax fades, he doesn't falter. "told you," logan growls, leaning up to grip your thighs, lifting your lower half to the perfect angle as he keeps it suspended in the air in his tight grip, "gonna cum in that pretty little pussy as many times as i can, 'till i know you're carrying my baby."
it's so overwhelming, in the best kind of way. you wriggle as he begins fucking you again, the new angle causing your eyes to roll back as he hits a certain spot that has you sobbing. it feels so fucking good, both his words and his actions causing you to throb.
"that's it, i know you can take it," he soothes you, "that's my girl, c'mon. . ."
tears prick at your eyes, the pleasure once again building to a crescendo. you don't want him to stop, don't want him to ever stop. though you're so very sensitive, and so very tired, you don't fucking care, all that matters right now is him and the messy love you're making.
he feels a tightening in his gut, his mind spiralling, obsessed with the idea of having another child with you. "you like it when i breed you?" he whispers suddenly, testing the waters.
fuck, that word. did he just say he was. . . breeding you?
logan feels the way you clench around him at the mention of the word and he grins, "yeah, you like that don't you? take that fucking cock like a good girl, let me breed you."
"please-" you beg, feeling his cock twitch inside of you. he's really into this, and so are you, unlocking a whole new side to one another as he fucks you fervently.
how can he resist when you beg so sweetly? he's so sensitive, but his need for release chases him, overwhelming him with how intense his second orgasm is. he spills into you, gasping and grunting as his grip on your thighs tightens. "oooooh f-fuck," logan groans, "feel that? feel me fucking my cum even deeper?"
you're both lost in pleasure now, and with his stamina you know he's not done yet. he grips your hips, flipping you onto your tummy as he grabs your ass, pulling it up for him. keeping his cock nice and warm inside you, he pauses for a few moments.
"can you take another one?" he asks, panting. he'd never push you past your limits, leaning down against your back to give you a gentle kiss on your neck.
your second release is coming, and though you're exhausted, you need more. "yes," you reply, gripping the pillow as he immediately begins to move.
his head tilts back, his palm sliding down your spine, feeling your soft skin beneath his calloused hand and the sensation of your body bouncing back against him. one hand grips your hip as he begins his movements, slowly fucking you, taking his time.
he knows you're close, and he knows your second release will have him cumming a third time, so he focuses on your pleasure. "that's it baby, taking it so well. . ."
you groan into the pillow beneath you, muffled by the fabric. it all sounds so wet, both your release and his dripping from your aching cunt. you know you'll be sore tomorrow, but who the fuck cares? he's fucking you so good you're not sure you'll ever be able to think clearly again.
he's reduced you to a puddle, wet and begging for more.
"such a good girl for me, lettin' me breed you. . ." his hand trails around your front, tickling down along your tummy until he finds your clit. it's swollen, sensitive, and as soon as he begins to play with you, you're a squealing mess.
he grins against your ear, groaning roughly, "you can take it, know you can, make me cum one more time."
you bounce back against him, feverishly chasing each movement, each time he pounds you sending you spiralling further and further into pleasure.
"gonna fuck a baby into you," he kisses behind your ear, "feel all that cum?"
a whine is all you can manage, sweat causing your hair to cling to your forehead, whole body hot and desperate. all for him, always for him.
"yeah you do, take it," he snarls, huffing as he feels his own release build once more. oh god, this one might destroy him. you feel too good wrapped around him like that, the way your wet pussy takes him in so gladly, cause it's his. you're his.
"'m gonna cum-" you cry, sobbing into the pillow as your thighs shake till you can't take it anymore. you're flat against the bed now, his body behind you, taking, pounding against you relentlessly like a man deprived.
but he can't speak, can only communicate in growls and gasps as he explodes inside you, sending you propelling towards your orgasm. it hits you like a bullet, deep, hard, teetering on painful but quickly replaced with so much satisfaction that your screams sound like howls.
he continues working your clit beneath you, slowing his pace until you're both a sweating, panting mess of limbs.
it takes him a while before he can find words, bringing a hand to your face, tucking your hair behind your ear so he can see those features of yours he loves so much. "you alright?" logan asks with that rare soft voice he adopts when he's caring for you. his warm baritones make everything better, voice alone better than any sex.
"mh," you nod, world slowly returning to you in bits and pieces. he pulls out of you, taking a second to admire how very full of him you actually are. he can't help but bite his lip at the sight, watching as his cum leaks from your tight hole, fluttering from the loss of contact.
"didn't go too hard?" he asks, carefully and tenderly turning you onto your front as he grabs some spare pillows.
you shake your head, a smile curling on your lips as you bask in the afterglow, loving how sweetly he takes care of you. he lifts your hips with ease, placing some pillows below.
your eyes lock on one another and he grins, "what?" he asks, "said i was gonna get you pregnant, didn't i? gotta keep your hips elevated, keep me inside."
a flush falls upon your cheeks and you laugh breathlessly as he relaxes into the bed beside you, nuzzling into your neck. he fits against you so perfectly, arm wrapping around your waist while he presses gentle kisses to your skin.
but you feel a mischevious smirk tug on his lips against you, "what is it, logan," you ask in a drawl, grin taking over your features.
"well, was just thinkin'-"
"never a good idea, you, thinking. just leads to trouble," you tease.
he scoffs, "shut up," before continuing, "what're we gonna name out third baby?"
your eyes widen, "third?" he must have made a mistake, maybe he's too fucked out to think straight. you know you are.
"yeah," he grins, his hand snaking from your waist to rest on your tummy, giving it a gentle pat, "after this one."
"more?!" you gasp, slapping his hand with a giggle. "logan howlett." ugh, he's the worst.
he loves that reaction from you, he thinks it's cute you assume he's joking.
except, he isn't joking.
"yeah, c'mon, you think i'm gonna be able to stop at just two?"
you flush deeper, feeling his warm palm splay across your stomach as you tilt your chin down to look into his eyes.
"need names. lots of 'em." logan's eyes sparkle, he's trouble, always has been, and you love it. but you start to wonder if you should have bought a bigger house.
"start makin' a list. now."
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I COULD PLAY THE DOCTOR (I CAN CURE YOUR DISEASE)
pair: logan howlett x fem!reader
wc: 4.1k
contains: 18+ SMUT MDNI, swearing, established relationship, logan's pov, written with origins!logan in mind, nat veering dangerously closer to a/b/o territory with every passing day, rut cycles, oral sex (fem!receiving), fingering (fem!receiving), multiple orgasms, gratuitous amounts of dirty talk, p in v, rough sex, biting, hair pulling, size kink, belly bulging, pussy pronouns, one (1) single use of the word daddy, scent kink, pain kink, breeding kink ofc, knotting (donât look at meâŚ), squirting, porn w/ plot, no use of y/n.
natâs note: donât look at meâŚi donât know how many times i swore up and down iâd never write something like this but iâm a confirmed liar apparently soâŚhere. i mean i just figured i'm in a rut artistically so therefore the only answer is writing logan in a rut physically...i can do what i want and i don't need to explain myself or my horny thoughts. also, i debated posting this in the wake of everything that's gone down over the past two days that is still escalating and will continue to escalate in the coming weeks, but i think everyone could use a little escape from how scary things may seem right now. take a break from all the terrifying news sites and read about logan wanting to breed you :) kisses!
divider by angel @saradika-graphics!
it's been another six months, and logan needs your help...
The burn starts on the walk home from work, a pulse of heat deep in Logan's gut that grows with every step.
It spreads slowly, sinking into his muscles and seeping up his spine as he rounds the last corner, your place less than a block away now.
It caught him off guard this time, an itch burying itself under his skin earlier in the day only to get worse and worse as he worked.
He usually knew the signs well enough to feel them start creeping in, and he was dead sure it wasn't for another few weeks.
Apparently, he was wrong.
Loganâs jaw clenches as he picks up his pace, every nerve ending in his body straining to break into a full blown sprint at the thought of you, all alone and waiting for him.
His fingers curl into tight fists, nails pressing into his palms to ground himself, though itâs hardly enough. The faint scent of you drifts up from his shirt, not even a long day at the lumberyard enough to drown it out.
By the time he reaches your door, his heartbeat is a heavy thud in his ears, syncing with the building ache of desire wracking through his body like the earth rattling boom of a raging thunder storm.
He fumbles through getting his key into the lock, hands unsteady as he tugs the door open with a little more force than necessary and finally steps inside.
The second he closes the door behind him, the heat surges, thrumming through his veins and flooding his chest. Your scent fills the air completely, stronger now, wrapping around him so thick and sweet.
"Darlin'?" His voice comes out rougher than he intends, but he's beyond caring.
Your voice floats from the other room, casual, warm enough to send a jolt through him. Logan drops his axe from his shoulder, leaning it against the door as he starts down the familiar path to your bedroom.
You're spread out on his side of the bedâoblivious, curled up with a book, wrapped in one of the flannels he must have left the last time he stayed over.
Just the sight of you does something to him, like a match dragged against a strike pad, damned on setting everything ablaze.
You glance up, and the soft smile on your lips falters as you catch sight of him.
Logan knows what he must look like, his eyes all dark and predatory, chest heaving as he rakes his hungry gaze over you like a wolf watches a lamb grazing too close to its den.
He doesnât say anything at first, just stalks toward you with a purpose thatâs as undeniable as the heat pouring off him in waves.
The book slips from your fingers, forgotten, as you lean back, the small sound of your breath hitching under the weight of his gaze is music to his ears.
Logan pauses at the edge of the bed, towering over you, letting himself drink in the way you look. So soft and serene, like some kind of invitation that begs him closer. His flannel draped loosely over your shouldersâshrouding you in his scent.Â
The urge to pounce on you fights against his normal instinct to savor every second, to draw it out until the heat pooling in his gut becomes downright unbearable.
âBeen thinkinâ about you all damn day,â he mutters, voice thick and dark as molasses, rough from restraint heâs quickly losing. His knuckles brush against your thigh, then tighten, holding you in place as he leans down, his breath hot against your neck. âThinkinâ about what I was gonna when I finally got my hands on you.â
Your skin blooms with warmth beneath his touch, and he grins against your neck, the edge of his teeth grazing you just enough to make you squirm. He growls low in his throat, that itch heâs been fighting nearly all day clawing its way up to the surface with a vengeance.
The primal urge inside of him screaming to claim claim claim take take take mate mate mate breed breed breed.
You tilt your head to the side with a soft sigh, freeing up more space for him to nose along your skin. âIs it time?â
Logan's breath catches as your question hangs in the air, thick with anticipation. The soft simplicity of it ignites the wildfire burning in his gut, every ounce of restraint slipping away like sand through his fingers.
âYeah, baby,â he growls, slipping his fingers under the worn cotton of your shorts, feeling the bare skin beneath. âItâs time.â
You shift, hands going to the buttons of his flannel like youâre going to take it off. Logan stops you, taking your wrists in his free hand.
âDonât,â he breathes, shaking his head hard enough that his hair flows with it. âLeave it on.â
The thought of you covered in his scent, of his scent mixing with yours to claim you on a level only he can discern sends his mind buzzing.
You look up at him with those wide, trusting eyes, and something in him cracks wide open. The tenderness of your gaze pulls at him, like a tether pulling him back from the edge, but that heat still smolders in his blood, fierce and unyielding.
Logan runs his thumb along the racing pulse of your wrist before he drops them. His hands venture lower, fingers pressing against the inside of your thigh, tracing a deliberate path that makes your body tremble under his touch.
You let out a shuddering breath, the scent of your arousal swirling through the air is enough to make him crave more.
In one rough tug, Logan yanks you towards the edge of the bed as he falls to his knees. Your hips held tight in his hands as he lurches forward, burying his nose in the soft junction where your leg and inner thigh meet.
He inhales deep, greedy lungfuls of your scent. A guttural growl rumbles through his chest, his eyes screwing shut at the sheer amount of too much that courses through him. He feels dizzy with it, high on the pheromones pumping from you in waves.
Youâre soaked already, the wet fabric of your shorts melded to the shape of your cunt. He canât help but run his nose along the slick seam of you, reveling in the way your legs twitch on either side of his head, in the short gasp you let out.
âLogan.â Your voice is nothing but a mewl, pleading and desperate.
âMissed you,â he rasps, his voice rough, almost unrecognizable. The edge of need in him makes his hands shake, sliding up your thighs, urging them even further apart as he settles between them.
Loganâs fingers dig into your skin, he lets his thumbs brush up, hooking them into the waistband of your shorts to tug them down your legs in one sharp yank. He groans at the sight of you completely bare, no underwear.
âFuck, look at you,â he grates, his thumb coming down to slip through your dripping cunt. Your hole flutters desperately around him, needy little clenches like itâs trying to suck him in. âSheâs all ready for me, huh? Been waiting for me to come home and give her some attention?â
âPlease,â you whimper, your voice thick with longing, the sound going straight to his head, clouding his thoughts.Â
Loganâs pulse races as he watches your body arch instinctively toward his touch, the desperate need in your eyes igniting the raw urges coursing through him.
He canât deny you; he never could. Youâre a feast laid out before him, and heâs starving.
Logan leans closer, letting his tongue flick out to taste you like heâs wanted to since he left for work this morning.Â
âFuck,â he breathes, closing his eyes and losing himself in the moment. He licks a broad stripe from your entrance to your clit, savoring the way your body responds, the way your legs tremble and your hips twitch against his mouth, seeking more. âTastes like fuckinâ heaven, sweetheart.â
The taste of you is intoxicatingâsweet and tangy, flooding his senses with every drag and swirl of his tongue.
Logan canât help but moan against you, the sound vibrating through your body as he dives deeper, his nose nudging against your slick entrance as he shakes his head back and forth like an animalârubbing the plush skin of your inner thighs red and raw with each rough drag of his coarse beard.
Every flick of his tongue sends a shockwave through you, and he revels in the sounds you makeâeach whimper, each moan, a sirenâs call urging him deeper. He laves his tongue around your clit, sucking it gently, pulling at it with his lips as you writhe beneath him, begging for more.Â
He keeps your thighs spread wide, two strong hands pinning them to the mattress so he can devour you just the way you deserve, the sharp dig of your heels into his shoulders only spurs him on.
Your hands bury themselves in his hair, tugging him closer, and he groans into you, letting his tongue delve deeper, seeking out every bit of sweetness he can coax from you.Â
Itâs pure sin, each sound you make, each shiver that runs through you as he takes his time, drinking you down like a man starved.Â
The ache in him intensifies, his own need growing, pulsing. Heâs hard, has been hard since he walked through the front door.
His cock strains against the zipper of his jeans, need pulsing in time with each pump of his blood through his shaft, circling around the base, threatening to expand even without the tight grip of your pussy surrounding him. His hips jerk up on their own volition, desperate for any friction.
âJust like that, Logan,â you gasp, voice breathy and trembling with pleasure.Â
The way you say his nameâraw, desperateâmakes his blood run hotter. He grips your thighs tighter, anchoring you to the bed as he drinks you in, wanting to lose himself in you completely.
Logan pulls away just long enough to catch his breath, looking up at you with lust-drunk eyes, drinking in the sight of your sweaty cheeks, your heavy-lidded gaze, the way your chest rises and falls with each shuddering breath.
The pulse of his cock intensifies, urging him to speed things along. The base desire of his own instincts is getting harder and harder to ignore under your adoring stare.
He feeds his fingers into your clenching hole with no warning, a satisfied smirk tugging his lips up at your sharp gasp. He runs his tongue along his bottom lip, the entire lower half of his face still shining with your essence.
Your cunt swallows him, two thick fingers sinking into the velvety heat like itâs nothing.
Logan groans as he feels you clench around him, your walls fluttering and drawing him in deeper. âThatâs it, baby,â he mutters, his voice hoarse with need. âSo fuckinâ ready for me, so ready for daddyâs fingers in your pussy.â
Your mouth drops open in another devastatingly desperate noise, your hands twist his hair roughly, soft breasts rising and falling each time you gasp for air. The dim light of the sunset filters in through the blinds, highlighting the curves of your body, slick and shining with a thin sheen of sweat.
Every clench of your walls around his fingers shoots a thrill straight to his cock, making him ache with the urge to bury himself inside you. The overwhelming need to take you completely, to mark you and fill you, pulses through his veins until he feels like he might explode.
But heâs not done tasting you yet. Not until youâre practically dripping onto the sheets.
He lowers his mouth back to your core, sucking your clit into his mouth as his fingers pump faster. The sudden intensity makes your thighs shake around his head, and he grins against you. He wants to see you fall apartâwants to feel it.
âLoganâplease, IâŚâ You can barely get the words out, voice breaking as your whole body strains against him, desperate and needy.
The wet slap of his palm against your spit soaked cunt is loud in the quiet of your bedroom, blending with the loud keens that fall from your parted lips. He crooks his fingers, rubbing at that soft, spongy spot inside of you.
âCome on,â he mutters, slick lips brushing against your clit as he speaks. âGive it to me, baby. Show me you're ready for my cock."
He drags the sharp edge of his canine against your pulsing clit with barely any pressure, and you're coming.
Your whole body tenses, back bowing off the mattress as you let out a broken cry of his name. The bite of your nails digging into his scalp feels harsh enough to draw blood, a feeble attempt at grounding yourself against the onslaught of pleasure.Â
Your trembling thighs tighten around his shoulders, gripping him like a vice as your shaking cunt gushes around his fingers. Logan groans at the feeling, eyes slipping shut as you drench his wrist and chin in your juices.
Even then, he doesnât let up, fingers pumping relentlessly as he draws out every pulse, every aftershock of your climax, every tiny spray of your release splashing against his wrist.Â
Heâs lost in the feel of youâslick and trembling under his hands, the scent of your release filling his lungs, thick and intoxicating.
You slump back against the bed, body limp and spent. His own need is a driving, aching force now, clawing at his insides, demanding more.
He slips his fingers free from your dripping heat, dragging them through the wetness coating his chin as he licks them clean with a growl, savoring every taste.
âGood girl,â he purrs, voice thick with pride and satisfaction as he pulls back, leaving your thighs twitching in the wake of his touch. But he still isnât finished. Not even close.
You barely have time to catch your breath before Logan crawls up the bed, his eyes locked on you, pupils blown with need. He looms over you, hands planting on either side of your head. His cock grinds against you through the rough denim, and you can feel just how thick and hard he is, throbbing through the fabric, demanding to be freed.
With a low groan, he shifts his hips, dragging his bulge along your soaked cunt, sending another jolt of pleasure racing through you. His hands are all over you, gripping your waist, hot and possessive.
âFeel that?â he asks, pressing his lips the wild flutter of your pulse, the need to sink his teeth in the soft skin of your neck raises the hair on the back of his neck. âThatâs what you do to me baby. Got me hard as a fuckinâ rock, just aching to be inside you.â
Your arms circle his shoulders, clawing at the fabric off his shirt. âNeed you inside me, Logan. Please, want it so bad.â
The pure need lacing your words, your scent calling out to him, the way he can feel the front of his jeans getting soaked through with the slick pouring from your cunt all pull him deeper into the recesses of his hind-brain.Â
The mounting desperation to stuff you full of his cock finally reaches a fever pitch.
With a deep growl, Logan rears back as far as he can bear, just enough to tear his shirt over his head before he fumbles with the heavy buckle of his belt to free his aching cock.
He shoves his jeans down, boxers quickly following until thereâs nothing separating him from the cool air of your bedroom. His cock springs free, hot and flushed an angry red color, drooling from the tip enough that it drips down to stain the pretty floral sheets of your bed.
Your eyes zero in on him, mouth dropping open at the sight. His cock so heavy it doesnât curve upward to slap against his stomach, instead it hangs down to sway between his thighs as he moves closer.Â
Your legs spread as he nears, slick covered thighs parting to make room for him to slot between them. So obedient, so good, so well trained.
Logan takes himself in his hand, nearly wincing at the blazing temperature of his skin. He secures his hand around the base, squeezing where his knot threatens to pop before heâs even got in you.
He slips the angry head through the folds of your cunt, slapping it against your clit with a wet âthwackâ sound. He can feel the way it twitches and shakes, just as desperate as him.
âLook at that,â he mutters darkly, eyes glued to where heâs laid his cock flat against your stomach, leaking pre-come all over your soft skin. âHowâs it gonna fit, baby?â He shifts his hips, sawing his length back and forth to see just how deep in you heâll be.
Your glassy eyes drop, a broken moan passing through your slack lips when you take in the sight. Your hips rise off the bed, grinding your cunt along the seam of his heavy balls, along the prominent vein trailing up the underside.
âDonât worry, baby,â Logan grits out, eyes hooded and dark as he watches you grind against him. âYouâre gonna take it all. Gonna make you feel every last fuckinâ bit of me.â
He groans, gritting his teeth as he presses in further, each inch a battle against the tight, molten heat that grips him like a vice. Your body shudders as he fills you, your slick warmth pulling him deeper and deeper, and he sinks down until heâs fully seated, his hips flush with yours.Â
The pressure is mind-numbing, your walls clenching around him in rhythmic pulses that make his vision blur. He stills for just a second, savoring the way your body stretches around him, hugging him in a way that feels like it was made for him alone.
Logan watches your face as you adjust to the stretch, your brows pinched together, each breath coming fast and shallow, your eyes glazed with pleasure.
Then, your hands come to his shoulders, nails digging little crescent moons into his skin as you nod your head, ready.
Itâs all the confirmation he needs. His hips pull back before he slams in again, the force of it jolting your whole body. He presses his forehead to your shoulder, teeth bared as he muffles a snarl against your skin.
Logan thrusts again, and again, and again, hips setting a merciless pace as he watches the way your breasts bounce with each thrust, each little shudder.
His mouth waters with the need to taste, to sink his teeth into your supple skin hard enough to pierce clean through, hard enough to scar.
Sweat drips down the length of his spine, across his brow. It mats down the hair scattered over his chest, his dog tags slick with it when they bounce off his skin with each thrust. The grip of his hands tightens on your hips, itâs taking everything in him to hold back and yet he knows youâll still bruise tomorrow.Â
Pretty hues of dark purples and yellows in the shape of his fingers, ones heâll catch you admiring in the bathroom mirror, pressing your own fingertips into them to feel the dull acheâto remember this moment.
âMade for this, arenât you?â he rasps, his voice dark and possessive. âMade to take me, to be mine.â
The words barely leave his mouth before heâs bending down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing your cries as he drives into you, pushing you both closer to that sweet edge.
âFuck, Logan,â you gasp, breaking the kiss as your body trembles under him. âCanâah!âcan feel you in my stomachâŚâ
Your hand drops from his shoulder, slipping between your bodies to rest over the sweaty expanse of your belly. Loganâs eyes follow your path, a feral growl bursting from his chest before he can stop it.
Heâs transfixed by it, sure that if he pressed his hand to the soft skin of your lower stomach right over your own, that heâd feel it. Feel the way his cock punches up against your insides, so deep it's like heâs rearranging your guts to make room.
âFuck.â His voice is nothing but a gravelly rumble, hoarse and dark as midnight. His hips speed up impossibly faster, chasing the feeling of your clenching walls choking the length of his cock so tight he thinks it might snap off at the base.
The flimsy headboard of your bed slams against the wall, creaky mattress springs screaming under his ministrations.
You feel like salvation, like the first rays of light after too many years spent in the dark.
He feels it with each kiss of his cock against your cervix, in the way your lips fit in the junction of his neck, in the red welts your nails leave on the skin of his back. He feels alive, truly alive, for the first time in decades.
âSay my name,â he grates, his hand cupping the back of your neck, coaxing you to look up at him, lips close enough to taste the heat radiating from his skin. âTell me who you belong to.â
"Logan," you gasp, your voice breathy, edged with desperation as he pushes you closer to the brink. "Yours. Only yours."
A broken, shaky noise falls from his lips as he buries his face in your neck. He mouths at your skin desperately, presses his nose to where your scent is the strongest.Â
Flashes of his release spraying your insides play behind his closed eyes, thoughts of drenching you so thoroughly that it has to take only forcing his hips to slam against the rippling muscle of your ass like you have your own magnetic pull. He feels it building, the slow swell of his knot presses against your folds, ready to burst.
âCome on, honey,â he begs, thumb coming down to rub slow circles over your slick clit. âCome with me, soak my cock. Show me how much you love it, how much you love me.â
Pathetic little uh uh uhâs fall from you with every thrust, broken up only by the breathy whines of his name as he pounds into you hard enough to push your body higher up the mattress. Finally, with a loud roar, he stuffs his growing knot inside of your cunt.Â
Loganâs teeth sink into your neck before he can even think twice about it, the thick spray of his come filling you as his hands pull your hips down even further over his cock. He needs to be as deep in you as possible, to press forward until he canât anymore, until his aching balls are flush with your gushing cunt.
He watches with rapt attention as you come with a loud wail, just from the feeling of his knot slotting into place. The clamp of your thighs over his hips is nearly as tight as the way your cunt seizes around him like itâs scared heâll leave.
He groans at the over stimulation of your cunt milking his cock. Your slick leaks around the base of him, your shaking hole plugged so full it can only slip along the creamy ring to splash weakly against his thighs and hips.
Logan licks along the spot where his teeth pierced your skin, planting one last kiss before heâs taking you in his arms and rolling onto his back atop the mattress. The plush comforter sticks to his skin, your own sweaty body slipping against his as he tries his best to not jostle you too much while keeping you stuffed full of his cock.
He holds you to his chest until your breathing evens out, until your body stops trembling on top of his, until youâre nosing along the column of his neck.
âLogan?â Your voice is tiny, hoarse and scratchy. He feels your hand drawing absent minded shapes along the skin of his stomach. A circle, a star, a figure eight, a heart.
âYeah baby?â he says, pressing his lips to the crown of your head, eyes slipping shut at the content feeling that spreads through him.
âLove you,â you murmur, voice soft but sure, the words slipping out without hesitation.
Itâs the first time youâve said it today, and hearing those three words from you sends warmth flooding through him.
Logan shifts slightly, pulling you even closer, his hand moving to the back of your head, cradling you with a kind of tenderness he used to think heâd never be capable of. âI love you too, darlinâ. More than you know.â
Your body relaxes against him, the lingering effects of your shared intimacy still buzzing through your limbs, but now thereâs a sense of peace, of safety, and a deeper connection.
He can feel the way your fingers curl lightly against his skin, the quiet smile that must be tugging at your lips as you press a kiss to the side of his neck.
And in that moment, with everything settled around him, Logan knows that this, right here, is everything.
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katsuki is and forever will be a massive baby.
and itâs all your damn fault, so he says.
you hadnât even said anything bad. all you'd said was that he looked even more handsome today then he usually did. and he'd looked at you like you grew an extra head, and now he's like this.
you don't even really know what did it, but then again it could've been anything with katsuki. too much eye contact, too long eye contact. your hands lingering a little too long on his face or your fingers rubbing at the crease of his eyebrows.
you don't know what it is but he won't remove his head from your neck now, grumbling about how stupid you are.
"katsukii.."
"shut up." he hisses through gritted teeth like he's angry, and he is. look at what you do to him ! it drives him crazy. you drive him crazy.
yet you giggle, rubbing softly at his hair and he shoves his head into you harder, the angle he's forcing your neck at is awkward but you don't mind, you'll let him have his little tantrum as you stroke his blonde messy tufts of hair tickling your chin.
"all i said was that-"
"i heard you. the first time. shut the fuck up." his grip on your hips tightens to the point you think he'll make indents in your skin. hands practically steaming and boiling hot to show you the embarrassment he refuses to let show on his face. your smirk grows wider, god you love messing with your boyfriend.
"i don't get why you're so angry, baby." you coo sweetly and he growls from the deepest part of his throat. he squeezes at your waist, clearly wanting you to just stop talking. but of course. you don't.
"it's cus youâyou fuckin'â" he splutters and cuts himself off, not finding a proper way to convey how much you make his skin burn and prickle and itch. how you have his heart buzz and beat so loud against his ribcage he's sure you can hear it. and how much he fucking hates it. (he doesn't)
so he does the next best thing.
"ouch !"
he bites you. the asshole.
you're such an asshat !" you whine, pushing at his shoulders, and he grumbles when he pulls away. he lightly nuzzles against the mark he's left into your skin as a sort of apology, you don't deserve a kiss right now. (he'll give you one later) then he pulls away to look at you.
"s'your own fault," he huffs, cheeks less bright then they first were when you'd made the irreparable mistake of complimenting him (in his eyes, you regret nothing) but still with a nasty scowl on his face.
"ya keep sayin' dumb shit so now you deal with the consequences," he presses his nose against your pulse point as he huffs hard into your neck to annoy you and it works because you grumble, you feel him smirk proudly.
two could play that game.
"what dumb shit ? the fact that you're handso-" you cut yourself off with a giggled squeal as katsuki drops you backwards onto his bed with a snarl. you snort and giggle when he blows raspberries and softly bites into your neck, helplessly trying to push him away with your limp arms.
"you just can't help yourself, can ya.." he tuts, grabbing your arms and pushing them against his bed, barely suppressed smirk on his face as he sees your eyes prick with tears, leaning back in to blow into your neck "think youâre funny ? hah ?!"
he ignores your giggled plea's and bites at your fingers when he leans back enough for you to push at his face.
"yuck ! you're gross !" you wheeze, still giggling as you see the lopsided smile on his face. he huffs at the exertion of keeping you still, he really isn't trying hard to convince you he isn't handsome when he looked like that.
"yeah ? i'm gross, huh ? right back at you," he leans in close to you again, smirk still playing on his face "saying mushy shit like that."
"yeah well, i'll keep sayin' it !" you retort, sticking your tongue out at him. he rolls his eyes and drops onto you, causing you to grunt out an 'oof !' sound. he's stays quiet until he presses a soft kiss onto your skin, right where he'd bitten you. unbeknownst to you, his expression softens as he tries to repress a smile. he scoffs.
"you're so damn weird." he utters affectionately.
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reverse dating tropes w hsr men!
in which â what the title suggests / those classic fanfic tropes but with a twist
featuring â boothill, jing yuan, blade (separately) x gn!reader
â§.* â wc: total 1.5k, used up half my brain for this (the other half is for pt2 w aven sunday geppie!!), lovesick boothill + clingy jy + jealous blade fr, anyway pls enjoy! reblogs r appreciated <3
gepard aven sunday vers here!
boothill ęŠ .á
love at many sights with boothill whose memory card was tinkered with, and every time you meet, he thinks he's seeing you for the first time, so he falls for you over and over again.Â
when boothill returned from a dangerous mission, it was evident that he had endured significant damage. his once sleek and polished exterior was now marred by dents and scratches, and his mechanical limbs were either partially missing or severely damaged. the exposed wiring, usually neatly tucked away beneath scraps of metals, now hung in tangled strands, sparking occasionally with residual energy.
he looked barely salvageable. it's safe to say that the mechanics had a hell of a time fixing him.
though they were skilled enough to piece him back together, his memory card wasnât as lucky. a tinkering in his system left him incapable of recalling or retaining information in his synthetic brain, temporarily âleaving the mechanics scrambling to find a solution.
weeks later, you find yourself walking down the familiar corridors of the laboratory where your favourite cyborg is being held for reparation.
boothillâs eyes immediately land on yours when you enter the lab. âwell ainât this a surprise! havenât seen ya in a good long while.â boothill drawls, tipping his hat your way, his voice carrying a metallic twang.Â
"i heard you took a bit of a tumble, figured someone should come make sure you didnât lose all your screws." you shrug nonchalantly, a smirk playing on your lips.
boothill's eyes flicker for a moment, taking in the curve forming on your lips. he thinks youâre adorable with that infectious smile of yours.Â
âheh, nothinâ bad, just had a r-r-run in with some cuties" he says, failing to hide the glitch that caused his voice to stutter. (and that damn synesthesia beacon! he swears heâll get it fixed this time aroundâŚ)
âguess you took more than a tumble huh...â you lean casually against the workbench, the sterile scent of machinery and the hum of various devices filled the air; your gaze sweeps over the freshly repaired parts of boothill's metallic frame, âanyway, glad to see that youâre mostly fine now."Â
âaww! do ya care âbout me?â he teases, his grin widening, revealing his pointy teeth peeking out mischievously. you donât reply, your eyes glinting with the faintest hint of amusement dancing in them.
"boothill, we go through this every time, your memory card's still damaged. you forget things sometimes, so for the 5th time this week, yes i do care about you.â
boothill's expression shifts, a mixture of realization and sheepishness crossing his features. "right, right," he murmurs, scratching the back of his head with his metallic hand. "sorry 'bout that, sugar. guess i just keep forgettin'."
you chuckle and shake your head, finding the situation amusing. he feels like he might overheat from the sheer warmth radiating from your smile.
âyouâre beautiful, date me.â (he didnât mean to blurt that outloud)
you raise your eyebrows at the sudden compliment, âwhy thank you,â a surprised laugh escapes your lips.
ââand weâre already dating, silly.â
a shower of sparks erupts from his circuits, you can particularly hear the fans inside him sputter and whir. you rush to his side, concern etched on your face.
âwh- are you okay?! youâre short circuiting again!â
and this happens every time his memory lapses. you offer an apology to the mechanic on the next shift for the extra work required to fix yet another damaged wire after your visits. perhaps they should ban you from getting too close to boothill, lest he completely breaks down again like that one time where you told him, yes you actually kissed before.
jing yuan ŕ Ë.
"secret relationship" with jing yuan but he is completely unaware of how his public displays of affection towards you keep revealing the supposed secrecy of your relationship.
on the rare case that the general is found in his office, you are there too, beside him.
âpleeeease? just one kiss, really really miss you, darlingâ
âno jing yuan, not nowâŚâ
he wraps his arms around you as he leans in, caging you from the back. he rests his chin on your shoulder, âthen how about a kiss on the cheeks?â he murmurs in your ear. you try to push him away, but he just chuckles softly against your neck, his arms still secure around you.
âno, and get off me before someone sees!â you protest, feeling your face flush from the close proximity, and the tightening of his arms suggests that he has no intention of releasing you just yet.
this stubborn man⌠you swear youâre gonna burst a blood vessel someday.
as if to echo your exasperation; he nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck, peppering it with nibbles and gentle kisses. jing yuan certainly knows how to test your limits, yet his affectionate gestures never fail to chip away at your resolve.
suddenly, a series of loud knocks come from the door, you freeze, and immediately attempt to wiggle your way out of his grasp. but he remains unfazed, his hold on you firm, and seemingly unbothered by the interruption.
the door bursts open, âgeneral! thereâs a situation at starskiff haâven...â yanqing trails off as his eyes widen at your position. the room falls into a momentary silence as yanqing's gaze shifts between you and his general, his expression reflecting a blend of shock and embarrassment.
clearing his throat awkwardly, yanqing stammers, "i-im sorry for interrupting... iâll t-take my leave now!â with a hurried nod, he practically sprints out of the room.
oh bless that kidâs poor eyesâŚÂ
you shoot a glare at jing yuan from the corner of your eyes, you just know that he has a shit eating grin on his face right now. nowadays, itâs probably common knowledge that the generalâs most treasured person is you, evidently shown by how he latches himself onto you every time youâre within his vicinity. you wouldnât be surprised if the entirety of xianzhou knows about your supposed âsecretâ relationship.
âso⌠can i have my kiss now?âÂ
aeons, heâs insufferable. (you love him tho!!!!!)
bladeÂ Ř ŕŹ
"fake dating" with blade but you are actually dating âsomehow everyone is convinced you aren't.
âblink twice if you need help.â march whispers-shout; dan heng leans against the doorway, blocking the way into your room, nods in agreement.
âthis is absurd⌠iâm alright guys, really!â you try to reassure your friends, frustration edging into your voice. though no matter how many times you insist that no blade isn't holding you hostage and that you are indeed in a relationship with him, they seem convinced otherwise, somehow deducing that you're not able to speak freely.
you sigh in resignation, knowing that they arenât going to relent anytime soon, and with blade idling in your room, you can't afford to keep him waiting any longer. âdan heng please, let me through, heâs been waiting for me for the past 10 minutes nowâŚâ
âgood, let him wait.â dan heng responds curtly. (what a guy)
march takes hold of your hands, âdo you owe the stellaron hunters something, and him out of everyone?! he looks scaryâŚand totally not your type!âÂ
ânot their type?â a low voice rings out from behind dan heng, the three of you turn immediately and see blade looming at your doorway, his arms crossed over his chest.Â
âstellaron hunter. stay back.â dan heng furrows his eyebrows, his stance defensive as he pulls out his weapon, positioning himself to block you and march. sensing the growing tension, you step forward, reaching out to gently grasp at dan hengâs shoulder.Â
(bladeâs expression darkens at your hand resting on him)
âitâs okay dan heng, he means no harm.â dan heng hesitates, his grip on his weapon remains tight, but he doesn't move to strike. so you slowly move between him and blade, âsee? iâm fine⌠heâs not gonna hurt me.â you smile reassuringly at your friends.Â
just then, as if to further aggravate dan heng, blade settles his hand on your waist. dan hengâs hand is visibly twitching now. âwhat? canât i touch whatâs mine?â
dan hengâs eyes narrow, â...we still donât believe you, leave now. before itâs too late.â
before you can interject, blade grabs your chin, silencing any words of protest with a sudden kiss. caught off guard, your eyes widen as the unexpected gesture leaves you momentarily stunned. but you soon reciprocate his kiss, his intensity drawing you in.
(march quickly covers her eyes with her hands)
âthere. now leave us alone.â and with that, he pulls you into your room, slamming the door shut behind, pinning you against it.Â
itâs just the both of you now, finally.
âdid you really have to touch him.â his voice tinged with possessiveness. âblade, he wouldâve hurt you, i didnât meanââ he shuts you up with another kiss, more desperate this time, welp guess youâre stuck with him for the night.
though your friends might not believe that a person like you would âbe in cahootsâ with someone as dangerous as him; convincing them otherwise is a task for another time. tonight, he wants your attention focused solely on him, and him only.
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