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myscentarchive · 3 hours ago
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Woody Sandalwood - dossier
Inspired by Le Labo's Santal 33 Eau de Parfum - 2 ml (atomizer)
Notes- TOP: Violet Leaves, Cardamom MIDDLE: Orris, Ambrox, Cedarwood, Cypriol BASE: Musk, Sandalwood, Amber
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Concentration: 25% Gender: Unisex
Woody Sandalwood (inspired by Le Labo Fragrances' Santal 33) is a tribute to the often underutilized precious nature of Sandalwood. Often considered a second player in the perfume industry, this scent capitalizes on the highest quality sandalwood: the Mysore variety from India. The result is uncomparable sandalwood that highlights its creamy facets, perfectly balancing the sharpness of other woods, while simultaneously giving a smooth continuity to floral bouquets. Pair that with the magical nature of sweet violet, classic orris, and woodsy musk, and Woodsy Sandalwood will soon become a new classic.
Qualitative and minimalistic, Woody Sandalwood (our impression of Le Labo Fragrances' Santal 33) brings to mind the comfort of a warm hug, conveying a strong feeling of inner sensuality that’s unmatched by any comparable scent.
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hungryhyena · 1 year ago
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pro tip: cardamom affogato
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sungtaro · 1 year ago
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ppl saying cardamom bun on the pastry post SO true I tried one for the first time last week and she may become my new fave
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mutantenfisch · 2 years ago
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Idk if having couscous, tsatsiki and coffee at 11 am already counts as brunch, but here we go
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neontaxidermy · 3 months ago
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My dinar
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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 14 days ago
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MUNCHIES!
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Summary: Your neighbor, Kelvin, invites you to the fair. After a night of fun you end up in his apartment.
Warnings: Warnings: Short, Smut, Humor, Neighbors.
Part Two
Kelvin had just finished a day of work that started as early as 5 am. Finally home, he made his way towards his bedroom to undress, only an hour to prepare before he went over to pick up his date.
Standing in front of his wall length mirror, he secured a black durag around his head and flexed some muscles, pleased with his physique. Staring at his reflection with a pair of grey joggers on and white socks, he grabbed his cell phone to take a few pictures.
One grabbing his crotch.
One biting his lip.
And lastly one with a big smile.
He made his way into his messy bedroom littered with clothes and shoes, most of it being designer items sent to him as care packages. He was grateful, but he only had but so much space to put everything. His guest bedroom already turned into another storage area for clothes and shoes.
One habit he couldn’t shake.
Kelvin turned on his shower and quickly undressed the rest of the way. He stepped inside of his shower and started his routine of cleaning, exfoliating, and moisturizing. Warm. Enveloping. Grounded. Engulfed in a wash of amber, a hit of Australian sandalwood, cedar, vetiver; a gentle wave of cardamom. As he smoothed the scrub along his arms, he noticed a scratch there and it brought a smile to his face.
Y/N had scratched him accidentally when they’d been playing around in her apartment last night. The minute his thoughts drifted to her as he stood beneath the filtered shower water, his dick chubbed up immediately and bounced between his legs.
The things he wanted to do to Y/N.
The things he could have done to her last night had he stuck around. She would have been fucked on every surface and that pussy slurped in all sorts of contortions fucking around with him. The Cookie Monster shorts told him all he needed to know. And he was high as a kite too. When he’s high he turns into a super munch and it can’t be tamed. He had to pat himself on the back for behaving.
She had the body that’ll have you busting a premature nut. All those times she’d bent over last night

He imagined forcing her against the cold counter top while he got down on his knees to suck that pussy from behind—
“Shit,” Kelvin looked down at his dick, “Maybe a quick nut wouldn’t hurt.”
He’d been so pent up lately. No proper release. Kelvin added more soap to his hands for extra slip. He pressed his back against the tile wall and fucked up into his hand nice and slow. Wet balls collided with the back of his hand, soap suds flying onto the glass shower door. Wet, squelching noises were deafening. That pretty, brown dick with a pink tip glistened in his soft hand, slit drooling precum to prepare him for a big eruption.
He’d started taking Maca Root regularly like Aaron suggested and the change in eating habits and vitamins had his libido at an all time high. No wonder he’d overheard his friend in their conjoined hotel room releasing several nuts. He joked him about it but now he understood. Heavy balls and a high sex drive did not mix well if there weren’t releases often.
“FUCK!”
Kelvin pumped faster, bottom lip pouted and eyes crossing. He imagined Y/N’s dainty hand milking him with her tongue on his nipples. Titties rubbing against his chest with the slickness of soap and water. Talking nasty in his face with all that bratty energy.
“Damn, daddy
this big dick wanna cum for me?”
“I bet you wish that cum was in my pussy
”
“If you cum for me I’ll let you eat my pussy all night
”
“I love stroking this big dick.”
“Y/N! Y/N!”
His load spurted out from his tip like an overflowing spout. His hips stuttered out of control. He had to plant his feet firm against the shower floor to prevent from slipping. His stomach caved in the more his ejaculate released from his tight nuts. The steam made his skin more sensitive as he touched his chest.
He opened his eyes and swiped his lips with his tongue. If she could make him cum like that without even fucking her or tasting her, Kelvin didn’t know what to expect when he finally got her.
He rinsed off and made sure his cum had gone down the drain before exiting the shower. As he towel dried his body, his phone buzzed. He entered his room and grabbed his phone from the charger, checking to see who had texted him.
Y/N: Hey, are we still going to the fair? Just checking because it’s almost three.
Kelvin had thirty minutes to prepare. He shot you a quick text before tossing his phone on his bed.
Kelvin: Hey! We’re definitely still going. Just ran a little behind schedule. Let me throw something on and I’ll be over.
Kelvin applied some lotion to his smooth skin and then a white tank top, an olive green Supreme hoodie with a floral design on the back, and denim joggers with all white Nike Dunks. He spritz some cologne on his pulse points and then removed his durag, grabbing a brush to smooth out the deep waves in his hair.
Grabbing his essentials, he exited his apartment, eyes on your text thread.
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Y/N: You know I had to lite one up real quick. You better hurry before I smoke this thing down 😂
Kelvin knocked on your door and you opened it ten seconds later. He was instantly hit with a harmonious blend of relaxation and euphoria. Kelvin fixated his brown eyes on the blunt between your fingers, itching to snatch it. You draw your hand back with a giggle, causing his gaze to track a path down your body.
You wore an oversized flannel top with a body—hugging heather gray dress that gripped your hips and thighs tightly. On your feet are a pair of knee high, black converse. Your hair is styled in a braidout and gold jewelry decorated your ears, neck, and fingers. Even with casual attire you ruined him in the best way.
“Hello to you too, Kelvin!” You say with a role of your eyes.
Kelvin gave you an animated look while trying to convey his words with his hands, further annoying you.
“I’m about to close my door in your face if you don’t greet me the proper way.” You sass.
He couldn’t help but bend over and grab his knees as he laughed. Your cute voice and the fake anger you displayed humored him.
Kelvin sat up straighter and licked his lips, “Hey, sexy.”
The way your eyes went round, that told him he’d caught you off guard and that pleased him, his smile with slight dimples growing wider.
“Why are you shocked? It’s the truth,” Kelvin pressed forward, making a ‘grabby’ motion with his fingers, “Now gimmie.”
You didn’t have time to catch up to your motor skills before he stole your blunt and took a puff. As your eyes remained glued to him, he savored the hybrid strain as if he were floating on clouds.
“Wedding Cake?” Kelvin spoke as smoke billowed from his moist, pink lips.
You simply nod your head with a hint of a smile.
“Good shit, sexy
good shit
”
He handed you the blunt. You blink twice to focus before turning to enter your apartment. It was almost three, five minutes to spare.
“C’mon so we can get a good spot!” Kelvin shouted after you.
You reappear with a shoulder bag and your keys. Kelvin gave you some space to lock your door, although he’d leaned in to catch a whiff of your perfume.
Kayali Pistachio.
You turn and Kelvin interlocked his fingers with yours. You give him a look and then a toothy smile like a lovesick woman. He loved catching you off guard.
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Kelvin found a decent parking spot closer to the entrance. Majority of the younger crowd were leaving with their exhausted parents. At the booth, he displayed his two tickets and both of you received wrist bands to ride unlimited and without having to wait in line. Finally inside, Kelvin held out his hand for you to grasp, the sensation of your soft skin sending a pleasant feeling throughout his chest.
The place is alive with booming music, exhilarated screams, delighted squeals and cheerful shouts. Colossal, gyrating rides with vibrant, pulsating lights towered over the excited visitors. A roller coaster spirals and coils, which makes it look like an elongated snake twisting through the fair. The air is filled with the mouth-watering aromas of sizzling hot-dogs, fluffy cotton candy, spiced apples and sugary donuts. Some stalls sell hamburgers oozing with burnt onions; others sell sweet treats of funnel cakes and deep fried Oreos.
Kelvin stole a glance at you as your eyes that shined bright from the many spectrums of colors danced around. There was so much to do, he wasn’t sure where to start first. Definitely nothing that involved rapid spinning. For you, no drop towers. You bright smile made him grin from ear to ear, displaying pearly whites.
“I want to do the boat ride.” You said.
Kelvin followed your finger. The captain ship that rocked back and forth like a pendulum. He didn’t mind that.
“Let’s go,” Kelvin led the way with your hand in his, “We got the wrist bands to jump the line too!”
The conductor for the ride stopped you both but Kelvin showed him your bands and they let you through. Groans and agitated whispers caused both of you to giggle.
“Where do you like to sit—oh.”
You take a seat all the way in the back. The last row.
“Why do you want to sit back here?” Kelvin questioned with a whiny voice as he settled next to you, “The middle is the best.”
The setting sun caused the brown of your skin to glow. Kelvin narrowed his eyes at you playfully.
“The middle is for punks. Maybe I should start calling you that, huh?” You joked.
“First one to scream is the real punk.” Kelvin declared.
You give him a mischievous smile, accepting the challenge.
The ride started off slow, Kelvin grabbing your hand in anticipation. You both share glances at the sudden drop in your stomach when you reach a new high. The boat whipped forward, causing you to grab Kelvin’s wrist tight. A slight squeal escaped your lips when the boat went back, bringing both of you high in the air. Kelvin squeezed his eyes shut and grit his teeth while you screamed like a banshee. Both of you laugh hysterically as the ride swayed to a stop.
“Like is said, a PUNK!” Kelvin pointed to you and chuckled while you gave him slaps to his arm.
“I can’t help it! Still not a punk though.”
You both take your time exiting the ride, Kelvin turning to pick you up at the waist, bringing you to your feet gently. You thank him with a pretty smile and reached for his hand. Swinging arms, they head towards a rollercoaster.
Your hair had puffed up from the humidity and it gave you a wild look that drove Kelvin crazy. Anything about you from the beauty mark on your face to the snorting laughs you do made him like you more and more.
“You still look sexy as fuck with messy hair.”
You tucked your chin bashfully, "Thank you handsome."
Kelvin tugged you closer to him, wrapping a hand around your waist. His hand rubbed against your hip and if it wasn't for being in public, Kelvin would have slipped a hand beneath your dress to see if you had any underwear on.
"If you wanna touch my ass, just do it."
You were being bold. Kelvin looked at you before using the hand on your hip to lift the back of your shirt. You laugh as his fingers grip juicy flesh before slapping it a few times.
"Double-cheeked up for real." Kelvin said between laughs.
You both were able to get on and after securing the seatbelts, the operator gave everyone a thumbs up and the cart took off.
The ride began to ascend.
“I always scream on roller coasters even when I love them.”
“It’s cool,” Kelvin's hands gripped the bar.
“We’re almost there,” Kelvin speaks in a soft tone, making you crave him more. Your eyes locked and right before you went down, you put your arms up. You gasped softly, hands coming out in front of you to firmly grasp the bars before the feeling of falling overcame your body.
Kelvin laughed and hollered while everyone else around him screamed through the thrill. Your hair whipped across your face with every turn, Kelvin watching you with a big handsome smile. Another drop came, causing you to squeal a little while your body leaned into him. Kelvin never felt this charged in his life. Your laughs and gasps of pleasure against his neck. Kelvin turns his head, your good smelling hair in his face while your lips connected.
The ride began to slow down and your thighs tightening around Kelvin's hand that came down to grip your thigh. Kelvin reluctantly pulls his hand away, causing you to whimper. He licks his lips clean of your gloss before helping you out of the cart and adjusting your dress. long curly hair all over your head, you looked adorable and freshly fucked. Kelvin smooths your hair out of your face before giving you another kiss.
As both of you walked past a few games, Kelvin pointed out a game booth with bottles and bean bags to knock them down. It was only necessary to win you a stuffed animal. It's sort of a ritual for carnival dates. Kelvin pulled you along, a short, brown-skinned girl with shoulder length locs waving both of you over.
“Knock these bottles down to win a big stuffed animal!”
Kelvin accepted his bean bags, rolling up the sleeves to his hoodie before looking down at you with a wink. You gave Kelvin a hug around his waist before leaning in to whisper in his ear.
"Win me a big Yoshi and I'm all yours..."
How was Kelvin supposed to concentrate now after those seductive words. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up and his dick ached with anticipation.
"You ready?!" The girl that hosted to gaming booth shouted.
“Yeah!”
Kelvin tosses the first bean bag, missing the bottles entirely “Hold on, hold on! that was a trial.”
“Kelvin, there ain't no trials!” You yell with a giggle while watching him make another toss “Kel! aim!”
“If you don't hush!" Kelvin tossed the third bean bag higher, knocking down the top bottle, "SEE! now what?!"
“Still got five more left.” You said.
Kelvin tosses another bean bag, the Game Worker unimpressed with his skills since most people miss. He pauses, looking down at you with his brown eyes that made her melt, “Can I still have all of you? I give good kisses.”
You blush with a bite of your lower lip, “If you win me that Yoshi I’ll give you a secret kiss in the tunnel of love.”
“How about a secret touch too? Can a nigga get that?”
You rolls your eyes with a pretty smile, “Depends on what this touch is.”
“Hmmm,” Kelvin squints his eyes with a dimpled smile, “You just gotta wait and see what these hands can do. They had you squirming with just a cuff of that ass.”
“Stopppp,” you whisper.
Kelvin prayed over the last bean bag before tossing it, knocking down the rest. He was more excited than you with his jumping and cheering. You gave him a high five with a big smile.
“Wow!” The Game Worker who’s name tag read Kim claps, "Guess that Yoshi is all yours!"
“YAY!” You spoke excitedly while watching Kelvin accept a pink Yoshi.
You continue to squeal, jumping up and down before giving Kelvin a one arm hug.
"Uh-uh. Where's my kiss?"
You shook your head with a giggle, bringing one hand around to the back of Kelvin's neck, bringing him closer. Kelvin shut his eyes and grunted when his lips finally touched yours. Soft. Sugary. Skillful. Kelvin almost dropped the Yoshi when you'd slipped him some tongue. Things were turning up the more you kissed. You finally pushed at Kelvin's chest to stop him from sucking on your neck openly.
You licked your lips, "Okay, Cassonova. calm down."
"Seriously? Seriously? after you just kissed me like that?"
You turned your back towards him, Kelvin stretched his arms out with an astonished expression.
"You play too much!" Kelvin said.
"Look who's talking!" You replied.
The remainder of your time at the fair, you ate junk, took pics in a photobooth, rode the ferris wheel, bumper cars, and even tried the tunnel of love even though it broke down on them halfway through.
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“Kelvin. What is it with you and this art?”
You pace his living room, blunt in hand and eyes taking in the symbolic photographs in a collage on his wall.
Kelvin slid over to you on his hardwood floor and you laugh at his silliness.
“I am OBSESSED with it
the female body is art.”
He put on a poetic voice, whispering in your ear.
“Oh, but the pussy is brave
lest we forget
how much pain the pussy can take
how much pleasure it delivers,” he laughed softly in your ear while you giggled, “Unto itself and others. Remember how it spit you out without a flinch. Now here you are! Using the word pussy like an insult when you’re not even strong enough to be one.”
“WOW,” you turn to look him directly in the eye, “That was impressive.”
“Rupi Kaur.” Kelvin shrugged.
He took the blunt from your hand and put it between his lips, eyes still staring you down hungrily.
“I had a great time today. Thanks for making it happen. You could have asked out any other girl and you chose me. Your chaotic neighbor.”
“I love chaotic. It’s my specialty,” Kelvin replied with a smile, “On a serious note, yeah
I could if I wanted
but I like you. I like everything about you. And I want you. We wouldn’t be here
surrounded by my art and sharing a blunt
and I’m sure arousal
if I didn’t.”
Kelvin placed the blunt between your lips and as you smoke, he played with your ass.
His voice was all raspy and dangerous, “I wanna play.”
“Play how?” You tugged at his gold chain.
Kelvin started kissing along your neck, causing you to flinch from how it tickled.
“STAWWWWP!”
“I like the way you sound when you giggle and tell me to stop,” Kelvin picked you up, your legs straddling him, a streak escaping your mouth.
You’re just so...soft. So soft to him.
“How many licks
until I get
”
Before you know it, you’re in his bedroom. How many licks? Kelvin placed you on his bed while he takes off his hoodie. You instantly feel your clit jump.
“I like the sound of this game.” You finally said.
“I bet you do. And I’m high too. My favorite thing to snack on when I have the munchies.”
Fuck.
You don’t waste time taking off your flannel shirt, tossing it on the floor. You already have your shoes off. Kelvin watched you lay back against his bed with that dress on and a hand between your legs with your knees drawn to your chest. He arched a brow at you.
“No panties?! What a nasty girl!” Kelvin said.
“Figured I’d make it easy for you.”
“Oh, so you just knew what was going to happen, huh?”
Kelvin took off his tank top, shirtless with a six pack. Your eyes swept over his frame with a nibble of your bottom lip. He settled at the foot of the bed, staring down between your legs with his tongue slowly swiping his top lip.
“Move your hand.” Kelvin commanded.
“Gotta say the magic words first!”
“Open sesame!”
Kelvin waved his hands in front of his like he was conjuring magic. You roll over onto your side in a fit of laughter.
“Aight, spread your legs, Y/N! I’m drooling!” Kelvin begged.
“You want it that bad, huh?”
You open your legs side to side but your hand remained over your pussy. Kelvin sucked his teeth and then he crawled onto the bed.
“So, I gotta move your hand myself? I wanna see it,” Kelvin reached for your hand but you scoot towards the head of his bed, “Y/N! I’m tryna eat!”
“Kelvin! Ah!”
Kelvin wrestled with you, both of you rolling around on his bed. You were on top of him, hands together as you try to overpower him. Kelvin let go of your hands and quickly lifted your dress, peeking under and you try to climb off of him but he successfully flipped you onto your back.
“As much as I love to reenact WWE, I need my entire mouth on your pussy
respectfully
now.”
Your chest heaved up and down and your nipples instantly stiffen from his words. Mingled breaths and locked eyes. Kelvin stared at your lips.
“Please?” He lowered his face and started kissing along your jaw, “I wanna make you feel good, baby
”
You scrunch your brows and moan.
“Okay. Be my munch.” You say barely above a whisper.
Kelvin chuckled.
“Gladly.”
You both stare at each other for a while until Kelvin’s hand lifts your dress around your waist. You follow his gaze between your legs. He pushed your thighs so that your knees touched your chest.
“Ugh, fuck, you got the pinkest, wettest pussy I’ve had the pleasure of staring at.”
Your lower lip quivered.
His lips gave you open mouthed kisses on your phat pussy lips and inward. Any part of you his lips would wrap around and lightly suck. You watch him keep your legs open with his hands and the sight of his fine ass with that pink tongue and those pink lips eating you up had you eager to cum in his mouth.
“Yes, mmm, eat that phat pussy, yes, baby,” You encourage Kelvin to go harder. Kelvin scrunched his brows, eyes closed as he licked your juicy slit in long strokes. Deep pressured strokes. He had that pussy wide open while giving you everything you deserved. You started rocking your hips, feeding that tongue, moving your hips in tune with his licks. 
“Kelvin, oh my gosh,” You place a hand on top of his waves, “Yes
mmm
I love those lips.”
Kelvin smiled and used those lips to suck on your clit. You throw your head back from the sensation, the blunt sat discarded on a table, no longer needed. You sat up on your elbows when he added two fingers. This man could finger pussy too? You were unable to control your moans. He would look up at you with a smug expression and a mouth full of pussy.
This was the hardest your clit has ever been from head. This was the most turned on and wet you’d ever been from head. You push at Kelvin’s forehead and he grabbed your wrist. His lips and his tongue was sending you into bliss and you could feel yourself preparing to cum.
“Mm, mm, keep still,” Kelvin stroked your spot and he looked at your with low eyes, “What I tell you to do?”
“It feels so good,” You reply with a weak voice, thighs shaking.
“Then why stop me if it feels good. Punk ass.”
“SHUT UP!”
Kelvin’s lips were back on your clit. You couldn’t close your legs because he had you pined to the bed. Whenever your hips moved side to side, he followed you. Nowhere to run.
“What was all that shit you were talking?!”
Kelvin smiled at you when you tried to move again. He simply flicked your clit with the tip of his tongue. Side to side. Up and down. In a circle. In your hole. Your eyes crossed.
“Fucccck!”
His loud eating had your pussy making noise. Wet, raunchy noises. Kelvin suckled your clit again while curling his fingers over your spot.
“This my pussy? Say it.”
He paused, staring at you.
“Say it’s my pussy.”
You were in a daze. And it wasn’t the weed.
“It’s yours, Kelvin!”
“Good girl.”
You could feel your release coming. The closer it got the more Kelvin sucked on your pussy. He gently tugged on your clit with his lips before sucking it into his mouth like he was slurping oysters out a shell. Your eyes rolled and your hands reached out to grab onto the sheets. Kelvin gave you his hands to hold. You let out the most angelic moan with your head turning from side to side. You came all in Kelvin’s mouth. He mumbled something into your pussy while slapping your phat ass. Kelvin lifted his face from between your pussy lips, licking his lips while his brown eyes connected with yours.
“I’m not finished.”
Kelvin had you on all fours.
He was eating both holes from the back.
You were dripping to the sheets.
That clit didn’t stand a chance.
That pussy continues to cream all in his mouth. Your dress and bra were somewhere in the room. You couldn’t keep track. Words were lost to you and all you could do was drool against his pillow.
“Ima cum in your mouth again!”
Kelvin gripped your ass cheeks as his tongue darted in and out of your pussy from the back. The sound of his tongue had you moaning.
“Eat that shit! Fuck!”
The sucking. He probably had cum dripping from his chin at this point. Orgasm rocked your body so hard you fall to your stomach. Kelvin slapped your ass and with a laugh he settled next to you with a content smile and a glossy face. He rested his hands behind his head and looked up at the ceiling. You just stared at him like he was the Devil.
“What I tell you?”
Kelvin turned to look at you.
“You think you can handle more?”
You could only blink at him. This man can’t be real.
“I don’t get tired, Y/N. Hm,” kelvin turned onto his side and ran his fingers down your spine and over your ass, “Wanna sit on my face?”
It was as if his words had some sort of power over you. You wanted more. NEEEDED MORE.
You sit up and Kelvin gave you a smile before helping you to sit reverse cowgirl on his face.
“Ride my tongue
do it.”
You brace yourself on his thighs and whine your hips. His tongue and lips savored your sopping wet folds.
“Right there, daddy
”
Kelvin reached around your body to pinch your nipples. You whirl your hips when his lips found your clit again.
“Stay on it
mmm
stay on that clit
”
You bit your lip, a confidence flaring up within you.
Kelvin ate to his hearts desire and you couldn’t get enough of it. Your eyes fall to his crotch, a heavy bulge right there in his briefs. You take your hand and stroke him, that dick jerking against your palm. While he ate your pussy for the third time, you freed his dick and when that warm girth touched the flesh of your hand, you whimpered.
Eight inches. Smooth. Brown. Pink tip.
You stroke him, pre cum spilling over your fingers. His balls are so big. You cup them and roll them in one hand while stroking him in your other hand. Kelvin moaned into your pussy, thigh muscles tightening.
“Such a pretty dick, Kelvin
”
You lean forward a little, spitting on his tip. Kelvin tongued you down from clit to hole and you twist your wrist to stroke him while riding out your orgasm. You could feel yourself coming in his mouth.
“I want this dick in me.”
Arching your back, you wrap your lips around his tip and start sucking. Kelvin’s hips jerked out of control.
“Fuck, Y/N. Suck that dick.”
He could see you from his angle, bobbing your head with his dick hitting the back of your throat.
“Mmm, I knew that mouth was made for dick.”
You had his balls while you throated him.
“Dick taste good, don’t it?”
You were loving his dirty talk. It did taste good. You knew it would.
“I made myself cum earlier thinking about you, Y/N
I couldn’t help myself
I think about you so much
how you would look riding my dick
how deep I can fuck you
”
His dick in your mouth, his balls in your hand, your cum on his lips. All of it had you ready to fuck this man into oblivion. Ride him like you were throwing ass to a bounce beat. He was so fine and so deserving of the pussy. He makes you laugh, he’s a gentleman, he’s a certified munch. Boy were you lucky.
Kelvin stared at your pussy and rubbed it from behind.
“Squeeze my nuts
mmm
suck that tip, baby
Y/N
I’m a cum
you want me to cum so bad, huh
shit
”
Kelvin sank two fingers deep inside of you and his dick swelled to the point of making your jaws sore. He let off a big nut in your mouth and you gulped it down like a good cum, guzzling slut.
Kelvin twitched while you sucked down as much nut as you could. His fingers slipped out of you and you finally release his dick. You turn to look at him, and before you know it, Kelvin is sucking on his fingers and then bringing you to the bed to kiss you. He’s on top of you with his tongue in your mouth and his dick flesh against your pussy lips.
Breaking the kiss, Kelvin locked eyes with you.
“I wanna fuck you now.” He whispered.
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tteotlma · 3 months ago
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Silk and Submission
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(Older Bf!Logan/Reader) 5.1kw
a/n: everyone pretend im posting this on 10/1 and not 10/2 oops sorry i just got carried away.
tw: sexual content (18+ MDNI), age gap (25-53), degradation, virginity, consent dynamics, intense emotional experiences, body image, possible manipulation, emotional intimacy, potential objectification, light BDSM themes, physical intimacy, power dynamics, explicit language, feelings of nervousness or anxiety related to sexual experiences, and exploration of personal insecurities.
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See you tonight - xoxo
You bit back a smile, your lips twitching with the effort to maintain composure. The handwriting on the card was unmistakable - a familiar, elegant scrawl that sent a flutter through your chest. You knew exactly who the "anonymous" sender was, despite their playful attempt at secrecy. 
With deliberate care, you tucked the card and its accompanying envelope back under the luxurious red silk ribbon. The ribbon encircled a massive white box, its pristine surface unmarred and tantalizing in its mystery. The cardboard was cool and smooth beneath your fingertips as you accepted it from the mailman's weathered hands.
"Thank you," you murmured, offering him a warm smile. Your voice sounded breathless even to your own ears, betraying your excitement. As you retreated into your home, you kicked the door shut with a gentle nudge of your slipper-clad foot. The soft thud echoed in the entryway, underscoring the sudden privacy of the moment.
Curiosity gnawed at you as you hefted the box, raising it up and down a few times, trying to guess its contents by the shift and rustle within. The movement sent a waft of something tantalizingly familiar - a blend of cardamom and vanilla - curling up from beneath the lid.
Your bare feet padded softly across the carpeted floor as you made your way to the dining room. Sunlight streamed through gauzy curtains, casting a warm glow across the polished surface of your table. You set the box down with reverence, your fingers trailing along its edges before coming to rest on the silky texture of the ribbon.
Just as you considered untying the bow, a vibration from your back pocket startled you. The insistent buzz of your phone against your hip was like a spell broken, pulling you out of the moment. With one hand still resting on the silky ribbon, its texture cool and smooth beneath your fingertips, you pulled out your phone. The screen illuminated, casting a soft glow on your face and revealing a notification that promised to shed light on this intriguing mystery.
Logan H.
Heat bloomed across your cheeks, spreading down your neck like wildfire. Your thumb hesitated for a heartbeat before sliding across the illuminated screen, leaving a faint, fleeting smudge.
"Hi," you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper as you brought the cool device to your ear. The contrast between the phone's chill and your flushed skin sent a small shiver down your spine.
"Have you opened my gift yet?" His deep voice rang through your ears, rich and velvety, like dark chocolate melting on your tongue.
"I was just about to open it now," you respond, your free hand absently toying with the ribbon. You pinched it between your fingers, rolling the smooth silk, feeling its luxurious texture.
"Let me know what you think," he says softly. The low rasp in his voice, like rough silk, sent another shiver cascading down your spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake. You make a small sound of agreement, a soft "mhm" that's more breath than voice, and sandwich the phone between your ear and shoulder.
Finally fed up with the mounting anticipation, you unravel the silk ribbon. It slithers off the box like water, pooling on the table beside you. With slightly unsteady hands, you shimmy the snug lid off, the soft scrape of cardboard against cardboard unusually loud in the quiet room. A layer of light blue tissue paper greets you, crinkling softly under your trembling fingers as you gently peel it back. The susurrus of paper fills the air, building the tension until—you let out a small gasp, the sound sharp and sudden in the still room.
"What do you think?" Logan's voice, low and expectant, cuts through your daze.
"L-Logan, I-" Your voice falters and dies, words evaporating like morning dew. You're utterly speechless. If you thought your face was hot earlier, you must be charred to a crisp by now, the heat of your blush practically radiating off your skin.
Atop the baby blue crinkled paper sat a lingerie set that took your breath away. The delicate pink lace caught the light, shimmering softly like the inside of a seashell. Your eyes traced the intricate floral pattern of the fabric, marveling at the artistry woven into every thread. The plunging neckline of the triangle bra promised to flatter, while the scalloped edges looked so soft you could almost feel them against your skin just by looking.
The matching underwear, with its high-cut leg openings, seemed to beckon your touch. As your gaze roamed over the garment, you noticed with a start that a string of tiny pearls, like drops of morning dew, connected the sides. Each pearl gleamed softly, adding a touch of luxury that made your heart skip a beat.
The blush pink color matched the discarded ribbon perfectly, as if Logan had meticulously orchestrated every detail of this moment. It was a color that spoke of romance, of whispered secrets and stolen glances.
Your fingers hovered over the lace, almost afraid to touch something so intricate. The phone nearly slipped from your grasp as you struggled to process what you were seeing, your mind a whirlwind of emotions.
As your eyes traced the delicate string of pearls connecting the sides of the underwear, a sudden wave of realization washed over you. Your stomach dropped, a fluttering nervousness taking root. The reality of tonight - your upcoming date with Logan - came rushing back.
Swallowing hard, you gathered your courage and asked, your voice small and uncertain, "Logan... am I supposed to wear this tonight?"
There was a pause on the other end of the line, then Logan's voice came through, low and gentle but with an undercurrent of anticipation that made your heart race even faster.
"If you'd like to," he murmured, the sound sending a shiver down your spine despite your nervousness. "I chose it especially for you. But only if you're comfortable."
Your breath caught in your throat, a mix of excitement and apprehension swirling in your chest. You bit your lip, looking down at the lingerie again, its delicate beauty both alluring and slightly intimidating. 
"Okay," you whispered, as much to yourself as to Logan. 
“Perfect, I’ll be there to pick you up at 7:30.” 
Your fingers skimmed the delicate lace again, the soft pink shimmering in the afternoon light. Logan had always known exactly what you needed—just like tonight. His gift wasn’t just beautiful; it was thoughtful, deliberate. A statement. This wasn’t just about the physical—it was about trust, desire, and the way he had always nurtured your confidence.
You couldn’t help but smile as you thought of how it all started. Logan had entered your life when you least expected it, quiet and steady, offering something more than anyone ever had. He wasn’t just older, he was experienced in ways that made you feel grounded. With him, you didn’t feel like a girl figuring things out. You felt like a woman—his woman. Logan had this way of seeing you, not just for who you were, but for who you could be, and he always encouraged you to embrace that.
From the beginning, there had been a strong undercurrent of attraction. He’d made you feel desired in a way that was undeniable, but it was more than that. He made you feel safe. Not just in the physical sense, but emotionally. He had a way of standing by your side, unwavering and dependable, his strength not just in his body but in the way he treated you. He gave you space to grow into yourself, never rushing, always waiting, allowing you to define your pace.
When it came to intimacy, Logan had been nothing but patient. He never pushed, never crossed a line. Even in the moments when your bodies were close, his touch had been restrained, respectful, always waiting for you to make the call. It only made you want him more.
And now, you were ready. You had been ready for a while, but Logan hadn’t known that until now, hadn’t known until you’d whispered it to him a few nights ago in the soft glow of candlelight. The way his eyes had darkened with a mix of desire and reverence told you everything. He wanted you, but more than that, he wanted it to be on your terms. 
And now that he was aware of how you felt, nothing was going to stop him from making you feel wanted. 
Your fingers traced the tiny pearls on the underwear, the soft blush of the lace catching the light. The thought of wearing it for him, of seeing the way his eyes would roam over your body, made your heart race. You knew Logan. He wouldn’t just look at you like you were beautiful; he’d look at you like you were everything. And that thought alone was enough to send a shiver of anticipation through you.
As you waited outside your apartment building, the evening air kissed your skin, a light breeze tugging at the hem of your sleek black dress. The soft fabric of the dress clung to your figure, every inch tailored to perfection, but beneath it, your thoughts were consumed by what you wore underneath.
The lingerie Logan had gifted you felt like a secret only the two of you shared. The delicate pink lace caressed your skin, and with each step you took, you were acutely aware of the pearls, a luxurious detail pressing softly against you. They rubbed with each subtle movement, sending tiny sparks of sensation through you, teasing your senses. It was an intimate reminder of Logan’s presence, even though he wasn’t there yet.
A heat began to bloom low in your belly, excruciating in its slow build, the weight of your anticipation mounting with every passing minute. You swallow, your throat dry, the ache between your thighs growing with every shift of your hips. The pearls were a constant, maddening pressure, accentuating the warmth that pulsed through you.
The slit in your dress allowed just enough freedom to move, but with the silk brushing against your legs and the sensation of the lingerie beneath, you could hardly focus. The heat in your lower belly coiled tighter, the anticipation making your heart race.
You clenched your thighs together, trying to steady your breath, but the friction only heightened the sensation. Every soft press of the pearls sent a jolt through you, making the wait for Logan feel even more unbearable. You felt flushed despite the cool evening air, your pulse thrumming in your veins. You were ready — more than ready. You felt your phone vibrate inside the black velvet clutch you carried. 
“I’m outside, pretty girl.”  was all that was heard before the line went dead. 
You let out a shaky breath, shoving your phone back inside your bag, snapping the case shut. The sharp echo of your heels against the marble floors of the lobby reverberated with each step, your heart pounding louder in your chest as you neared the exit. With a swing of the door, you were greeted by the sight of Logan leaning casually against his sleek black car.
He wore a dark gray suit that clung perfectly to his broad shoulders, the fabric taut against the muscles of his arms. His shirt was slightly unbuttoned beneath the suit jacket, a hint of casual disarray in an otherwise refined appearance. His beard had grown thicker, streaked with shades of gray, matching the tousled, salt-and-pepper hair framing his weathered face. 
The faintest smirk tugged at his lips as his eyes, hidden behind a pair of slightly scratched glasses, locked onto yours. Your thighs quivered with each step you took down the stairs. You couldn’t tell if it was nerves, excitement, or because your legs were finally tired of the heels you decided to wear. 
Logan extended his hand to you as you reached the last step. You smiled shyly at him, a nervous flutter in your chest as he took your hand. He lifted it slowly, pressing his lips to your fingers in a gesture that sent warmth pooling low in your belly.
“You look
 perfect,” he murmured, voice low and gravelly, his breath brushing your knuckles before he let your hand go, the ghost of his touch lingering.
Your heart raced faster, but you didn’t have time to answer before Logan opened the car door for you. You slid inside, the cool leather beneath you doing little to calm the heat rising in your body. He joined you on the driver’s side moments later, his presence filling the enclosed space as the door shut with a soft click.
The car hummed to life, but the buzz between the two of you was louder. His right hand found your bare thigh, thick fingers curling around the softness of your skin. You exhaled shakily, eyes flicking to him as his thumb brushed lightly back and forth, each stroke of his rough skin setting your nerves ablaze.
“You nervous?” he asked, his tone casual, but there was an edge to it—like he knew exactly what he was doing.
Your breath hitched, the sensation of his thumb squeezing the softness of your thigh, inching just slightly higher, leaving you teetering on the edge of frustration. “No,” you breathed, barely above a whisper.
A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest, his grip tightening ever so slightly. “Good.”
The drive continued in thick silence, the tension building with every inch he moved closer, every stroke of his thumb that stayed just a little too long. You clenched your thighs, biting down on your lip to keep yourself from giving in to the temptation of his touch.
By the time the valet took the car, you were barely holding it together. Logan’s hand had left your thigh, but the memory of it remained, lingering like the scent of his cologne. He rounded the car, opening your door again, and you could feel his hand hovering just behind your waist as he guided you into the restaurant. His touch was firm, and there was an unmistakable heat radiating from him, seeping through the fabric of your dress. 
He kept his hand there as the maĂźtre d' greeted you, but it wasn't until he pulled you to the side, away from the rest of the guests, that you felt the warmth of his hand slip lower. It rested on the curve of your hip, his fingers pressing into the lace of your lingerie, confirming what he already suspected.
His lips brushed your ear as he leaned in, voice dark and teasing. “You wore it, didn’t you?”
Your breath caught in your throat, and you barely managed a nod, feeling a pulse of heat spread through you.
He hummed, satisfied, before pulling away, his fingers still tracing the lace under your dress as he guided you to the table. You tried to focus on the conversation during dinner, but every word, every glance, was tainted with the knowledge of what was to come. Logan’s eyes lingered on you, dark and knowing, while his hand continued its slow, deliberate caress of your thigh beneath the table, making it impossible for you to sit still.
“You’re quiet tonight,” he said, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he took a sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving yours.
“I’m just—” You shifted slightly in your seat, his hand giving a gentle squeeze. “Thinking.”
“Hmm.” His gaze sharpened, the edge of desire clear in the way he looked at you. “About what?”
You bit your lip, heat flooding your cheeks. “About later.”
His smile widened, and there was a low, amused hum that left his throat. “Good girl.”
The warmth of his words settled in your chest, amplifying the steady thrum of anticipation. You felt it in every stolen glance, every small touch, and by the time dinner was over, you could barely sit still, the heat between you both undeniable.
As you stood, his hand slipped once again to the small of your back, guiding you out of the restaurant with that same hot, heavy touch. And as you walked side by side, his fingers brushed your hip, dipping slightly lower as he leaned in to whisper, “You ready to head home?”
The answer was already written in the way your body leaned into his, craving the inevitable.
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The ride back was quieter, the air thick with anticipation. Your heart raced, and the buzz of the night lingered in your veins. Sitting beside Logan, you couldn't stop your mind from wandering to what was waiting for you both at home.
But this time, you made a bold decision. You lifted your hand, your fingers hovering just above his shoulder before they slipped into his hair. The soft, unruly strands felt warm between your fingers, and as you started to gently stroke the nape of his neck, you could feel his breath catch ever so slightly. His hair was a little rougher at the roots, and you couldn’t help but smile as your nails grazed over the sensitive skin behind his ear.
Logan didn’t say anything, but his body reacted to your touch. His posture, always so composed, shifted slightly. His jaw tightened, and you could see the flicker of something primal cross his face in the glow of the streetlights.
Your fingers continued to explore, softly playing with his ear, tracing the curve of it before slipping down to rub the nape of his neck. His skin was warm, and as you gently massaged the base of his hairline, you felt him exhale a slow, controlled breath. He was trying not to react too much, but you could tell he liked it.
"Careful," he muttered, voice low, as if warning you of the line you were crossing. His hand tightened around the steering wheel, knuckles whitening just slightly. But there was no stopping you now.
"I like this," you murmured, your thumb brushing just below his ear. His neck was thick, strong, and your boldness grew as you felt the tension under your fingers.
His eyes stayed on the road, but you could feel the shift in his attention, the way his focus narrowed in on your touch. You continued stroking, teasing him with the gentleness of your fingers, letting them wander through the short strands at the back of his neck. The power of that small, intimate touch sent a thrill down your spine.
And then, Logan made his move.
His hand slid from the steering wheel, down to your thigh, resting there with a heat that matched the fire growing in your belly. There was no hesitation this time as his fingers curled around your flesh, pulling the fabric of your dress higher.
You could barely breathe as he slowly pushed the fabric up, the cool air from the car’s vents contrasting sharply with the heat rolling off his body. His fingers edged closer to where the pearls rested against your skin, teasing the hem of your panties.
Then, with a flick of his pinky, he stroked the pearls—delicate, deliberate. You jerked in your seat, a soft gasp escaping your lips, the sensation unlike anything you'd felt before. The pearls shifted, rubbing against you in a way that sent shockwaves through your entire body.
Logan didn’t say anything at first, just kept his pinky grazing the soaked pearls, his touch light, torturous. You could feel the slickness coating the small beads, and from the way his thumb tightened against your thigh, you knew he felt it too.
“Well
” His voice was low, gravelly, the edge of amusement unmistakable. “Looks like someone’s enjoying themselves.”
Your face burned, a mix of embarrassment and arousal flooding your system. You opened your mouth to say something—anything—but all that came out was a breathless whimper as his pinky continued its slow, teasing strokes over the slick pearls.
Unable to take the teasing without reacting, your hand slipped further into his hair, tugging lightly on the strands, just enough to get his attention. Logan’s lips parted slightly, his eyes briefly glancing in your direction as his grip tightened on your thigh.
The subtle tug on his hair made him groan, deep and guttural, his fingers pressing harder into your thigh as if daring you to pull harder. “Careful with that, sweetheart," he teased, voice dark and thick. "Unless you want to make me stop driving.”
Your fingers curled tighter into his hair, just to see what he would do, feeling the heat of his body radiating even stronger. The smirk that pulled at his lips told you he liked it—maybe more than he was willing to admit.
“Didn’t expect you to get this wet,” he murmured, his tone teasing, dark, as his thumb dug into your thigh a little harder. “But I have to say
 I’m not surprised.”
Your legs trembled beneath his touch, every nerve in your body buzzing with a need you could barely contain. You bit your lip, trying to suppress the moan building in your throat, but the sensation of his pinky brushing back and forth, the slick sound of it filling the otherwise silent car, was driving you mad.
“I—” You tried to speak, but the words stuck in your throat, and all you could manage was another soft whimper as his pinky traced the length of the pearls, gliding through the wetness he’d discovered.
“Shh.” Logan’s voice was soft but commanding, his hand shifting slightly so his whole palm cupped your thigh, holding you in place. “I know, sweetheart. I know how bad you want it.”
The teasing lilt in his voice sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through you, and when his pinky pressed a little harder against the pearls, you swore you felt your entire body shudder in response.
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, almost to himself, fingers still moving with deliberate slowness. “I can feel how ready you are.”
You couldn’t answer, couldn’t even think straight, your focus solely on the pressure building between your legs, the delicious friction of the pearls against you, his fingers toying with you like it was a game only he was in control of.
Logan chuckled darkly, leaning closer, his breath hot against your ear. “Think you can wait till we get home, or should I pull over?”
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The dim lighting of the bedroom barely illuminated the edges of Logan’s silhouette as he hovered above you, his strong frame pressing into the mattress, overwhelming you with his presence. His dark, hungry eyes roved over your body, the reverence in his gaze sending warmth flooding through you.
You lay beneath him in the delicate lace lingerie, the fabric barely clinging to your skin, framing your breasts that were already exposed. Logan's rough, calloused hands traced the curve of your waist, teasing over the lace of your panties as if savoring the moment before indulging in his desire. His fingers ghosted over the ridge of the pearls, a growl rumbling deep in his chest.
"Fuck," Logan muttered, his voice a deep rasp as his eyes devoured the sight of your trembling form. "Look at you
 so fucking beautiful."
The low rumble of his voice made your heart stutter, your body thrumming with anticipation under the weight of his gaze. Every word out of his mouth set you on fire, the heat pooling low in your belly, your thighs already trembling. 
His hands tugged at the waistband of your panties, pulling the lace aside, baring your slick folds to the cool air. He paused for just a moment, the pearls shifting between your legs, soaked through with your arousal. Logan’s eyes darkened with lust, and he couldn’t resist teasing you one last time, brushing his fingers against the pearls, the sensation barely there but enough to make you whimper.
“You wore these for me,” he growled, his thumb pressing against your inner thigh, the roughness of his touch making you squirm. “Fuckin’ soaked already, huh?”
A soft moan slipped from your lips, your fingers instinctively gripping his forearms, trying to steady yourself. Logan’s lips twitched into a smirk, but it was short-lived. His teasing made way for something more primal, more urgent.
Without warning, Logan leaned down, his mouth covering yours in a heated, sloppy kiss. His lips were rough, hungry, devouring yours with a desperation that made your entire body burn. The taste of him overwhelmed you, your head spinning as his tongue slid past your lips, claiming you with every swipe.
Your hands flew to his hair, fingers tangling in the thick strands as you tugged, pulling him closer. Logan groaned into your mouth, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure shooting through you. His lips broke away for only a second, just long enough for him to catch his breath before he kissed you again, more fiercely this time—his teeth scraping against your bottom lip, his tongue tangling with yours in a messy, filthy dance that left you panting.
When he pulled away, both of you breathless, his lips were swollen, his chest rising and falling heavily. The look in his eyes, wild and filled with need, made your core clench with anticipation.
His hand slipped between your legs again, fingers brushing the pearls as he teased your entrance. The slickness of your arousal coated his hand, and Logan groaned, his cock throbbing as he dragged his tip against your wetness. You whimpered, your body arching into him, the overwhelming need to feel him inside of you driving you mad.
“Logan, I—” you gasped, but the words were swallowed by the intensity of his next kiss, sloppier this time, all tongue and teeth as he pressed the tip of his cock inside you, stretching you open.
Immediately, your body tensed, the pressure of his size making your breath hitch. He felt enormous, far bigger than you’d ever imagined, and a flicker of nervousness swept through you. Your hands went to push against his chest, but Logan was quicker, capturing your wrists and pinning them beside your head.
"Don’t fight it," he growled, his voice low, rough, and dark with authority. His lips were at your ear, the heat of his breath sending shivers down your spine. "DON’T. Fight it."
You whimpered, your heart racing as you struggled against the urge to tense up, his thick cock slowly pushing deeper into you. His mouth crashed against yours once more, the kiss wet and messy, stealing the very air from your lungs as his hips continued to press forward, stretching you even more.
The feeling of being filled so completely, stretched to your limit, was overwhelming, your body trembling as you fought to adjust. Your hands clenched into fists, nails digging into his chest as Logan buried himself to the hilt inside of you.
“That’s it,” he groaned, his voice strained, his forehead resting against yours as he stilled for a moment, letting you catch your breath. "You’re so fucking tight
 so perfect.”
You whimpered beneath him, your nails biting into his chest as you struggled to breathe, the stretch of him filling you up almost too much. Logan’s eyes softened as he kissed you again, this time slower, gentler—but no less possessive. His hands moved down to your hips, gripping them firmly as he pulled back, dragging his cock out just enough to make you gasp, before sliding back inside with a slow, deliberate thrust.
The friction was electrifying, the sensation of him moving inside you pushing you closer to the edge of pleasure. Your entire body quivered beneath him, your legs wrapping around his waist, desperate to keep him as close as possible.
“Logan
” you whimpered, your voice barely a whisper as you arched into him.
“You’re takin’ me so well,” he muttered, his lips brushing against your neck as he began to thrust faster, harder. His teeth grazed your skin, biting down just enough to make you cry out softly, your hips rising to meet each of his powerful thrusts. “Such a good girl
 my good girl.”
His hand came down sharply on your ass, the smack resonating in the room, and the sting of it sent a jolt of pleasure through your core. "Logan!" you gasped, your back arching off the bed.
"Fuck, you like that," he growled, his hand coming down again, this time harder, as his pace quickened. "You like bein' fucked like this
 takin' my cock like a little slut."
You moaned helplessly, too lost in the pleasure to care about the degradation. Each filthy word out of his mouth only drove you higher, your body trembling as the pressure built in your core, teetering on the edge of release.
Logan’s hand slid down between your bodies, his fingers brushing against your clit in tight, teasing circles that had you writhing beneath him. His other hand gripped your breast, tugging at your nipple as he continued to thrust deep inside you, each movement pushing you closer and closer to the brink.
The kiss that followed was devastating—hot, sloppy, and rough. His lips crushed against yours, tongue sliding messily into your mouth, tasting you with an almost feral hunger. You could barely think, your entire body trembling, clinging to him as the sensation of being filled to your limit overwhelmed you.
“Come for me,” Logan growled, his voice thick and commanding, his lips brushing against your ear. “Come all over my cock, baby.”
And with one final thrust, the coil inside you snapped. Your orgasm ripped through you with a force you’d never felt before, your body convulsing beneath him, your walls clenching tightly around his cock as you screamed his name. 
Logan groaned deeply, his hips stuttering as he pulled out of you, stroking himself a few times before spilling his hot cum across your stomach and breasts, the thick, warm liquid coating your skin. His hands trembled as he held himself above you, chest heaving with heavy breaths.
He collapsed on top of you, his forehead pressing against yours, his body still trembling as he kissed you softly—so softly it almost felt out of place after the raw intensity of what had just happened.
“Fuck
” he murmured against your lips, his voice thick with emotion. "You’re fuckin’ perfect
 my perfect girl."
You lay there, your body still tingling from the aftershocks, feeling the weight of him pressing into you, his cum still warm on your skin. You had never felt so cherished, so completely overwhelmed by both pleasure and the connection between you two.
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a/n: ok now everyone take a deep breath, and lmk what u think.
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kentoxo · 3 months ago
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PLEASEEE JM BEGGING PLEASEEE. MAKE THE SMUTTIEST SMUT OF MEGUMI X F READER. Like I need it to be disgusting and vile. (Im so horny rn I’m sorry.) make them go round after roundđŸ€€ tit grabbing and everything.
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I UNDERSTAND THE ASSIGNMENT
pairing: reader(f) x bf!megumi (aged up)
synopsis: he doesn't just want you-- he needs you. after you had spent days back home, you were not anticipating the beast that brewed in your apartment.
warnings: tit play, fingering, overstimulation, rounds of sex
a/n: YALL I GOT A COLD! this weather change ruined me but it will not stop me from my destiny (of writing smut). sorry this took me so long to get to xo
It wasn't like it was that long. What was it, 4 days? Family called you home, and you couldn't refuse after hearing the longing in their voices. Megumi made futile attempts to keep you home, but you had to go see your family. You remember tying up his now long hair, his face grumpy and he wouldn't make eye contact.
You finally returned, and the house was particularly quiet. Getting yourself situated by the door, you proceed into your apartment slowly, the pit pats of your slippers being the only sound. "Megumi?" You call out quietly, hoping your voice didn't intrude in the still silence.
Finding your way to your shared bedroom, you noticed the door was slightly ajar. You push the door open quietly, but the creaking made you known. Sat on his side of the bed with a small book in hand, Megumi looks up and his eyes widen.
You barely get to say a word, as he wastes not a moment of his time. Strong arms shelter you, his chiseled chin sat calmly on the top of your head. You wrap your own arms around him, closing your eyes to melt in his embrace. He smells of vanilla and cardamom. "Your hair looks messy," you murmur against his chest, smiling warmly to yourself.
"Hadn't fixed it since you left," Megumi responds curtly, his fingertips denting lightly into your back. "Didn't care 'nough to." He tightens his hold around you, his warmth taking you over. "Why didn't you call me? I would have picked you up."
"It wasn't necessary," you hum, "I took a cab." As you melted more in his hold, you felt his hands snake down to your bum. His face lowers into the crook of your neck, lightly chapped lips leaving kisses there. You weave your fingers into his hair, tilting your head to give him better access. "Babe..."
"m'sorry, I should ask first," Megumi whispers in a raspy voice. He brings your free hand over to his bulge, guiding you to rub the limb up and down. "I've missed you s'much... may I?"
You giggle, lifting Megumi's head from your neck. Obsidian eyes bore into your own, his cheeks flushed pink. It took a long time for Megumi to openly express himself to you. And yet still, he was unable to take what he wanted without the need to ask. "You need not ask," you whisper, "I'm yours, Megumi."
His eyes narrow down, trying to find true confirmation in your gaze. But your eyes don't relent, and flames begin to dance in his eyes. You loved how respectful he is, but you two have been dating for too long for him to still ask permission to love on you. Especially when he was starving for you and your body.
Without wasting another moment, he hastily tosses you onto the bed. Your heart races from his sudden movements as desperate fingers begin to discard your clothing one by one. In seconds, you were just in your undergarments. He simply looks down, his lips practically salivating at the very sight of you. His hands cling to the center of your bra, dragging them opposite directions until it ripped. Your breaths poured out, a throaty moan leaving your mouth. "was that necessar--"
Before you could dare finish, Megumi's hungry lips entrap yours. Between kisses, he begins to strip himself, revealing to you the toned body, defined abs, and intense scarring ornate all over his body. You felt dirty to admit it, but seeing his scars turned you on. You'd never let that slip out, not even to your own soul.
Pulling away, Megumi stands upright once more and looks down at your body once more. Hungry eyes stared at your breasts as they bounced with every motion he did to take off your panties. "baby," Megumi begins quietly, "please let me know if i'm too rough. but, i'm going to fuck you so hard that you'll never leave without me again."
With that, he sits at the headboard of the bed, grabs a firm hold of your hips and lifts you towards him. A pool had long developed between your legs, and he knew it. "ass up for me." You lay your torso, but perk your ass up in front of him per his demand. Once you did, three fingers jam inside your leaking flower.
"h-hey!" You gasped, unprepared for his immediately quick pace. Megumi's bony fingers thrust into your pussy, your precum coating his hand in minutes. He curled his hands to drag his finger tips against your g-spot, earning him scratchy moans from you. "babe-- megumi-- it's t-too much, t-too soon to--"
You didn't want to come yet-- it would be too embarassing, and Megumi knew that. But his fingers didn't relent, and you could feel your climax coming. "i need you to finish for me right now, beautiful."
"b-but...!" You say painfully. You wanted to come with his dick inside you-- not like this in the half hour you've been home. "megumi, please--!"
"now," he demanded, with his free hand giving your ass cheek a burning spank. In moments, bursts of juice leave your cunt, the warm water dragging down to your clit, threatening to drip. Your chest heaved desperately against the best, sheets curled forcibly between your fingers.
You were prepared to be annoyed, when Megumi suddenly takes your hips and sits you down onto his cock. You writhe, your back arching against his torso. You let out strings of curses, only to be quieted by Megumi's fingers filling your mouth. The taste of your cum met your tongue as Megumi's rough fingers played with it. Your ass dragged against his pelvis, and his long, thick limb filled you up kindly.
"t-too much...!" You mewl, your toes curling from being suddenly filled. Your tight walls made Megumi dizzy, as he had been dreaming of fucking you the minute you left for your trip. He gently thrusts into you, making you hop lightly up and down his cock. As he did, his large hands scoop up your breasts. They were still warm, and slightly sweaty since you recently 'removed' your bra.
"mm, so perfect," Megumi hums against the back of your neck. He teases you, peppering hot kisses on your neck. He aggressively massages your breasts, overstimulating you in the process. Despite your pleas, you didn't want to stop him (not like you could anyways). His fingers clenched your breasts desperately, moving them every which way while your buds were being clamped and pulled at by the interdigits.
You felt light headed, unable to stop the tight hold on Megumi's thighs as he gently fucked you. His hands were the opposite, pulling and tugging your mounds, rubbing teasingly at the crevice's under your breasts. Teeth finally met your neck, with a series of sucking and nibbling to ensue.
"m'gonna cum-- again..!" You spew out, your body unable to itself. You squirmed around his cock just enough to add to the friction and force you to finish around his ever-horny cock. "megumi..." you moan slowly, but his silence made you realize that it was not over. "h-hey--!"
He pushes you against the best, positioning you as you once were when he was fingering you to your first orgasm. Firm hands take hold of your hips as he suddenly slams his cock right back inside of you. It slid it quickly, with a heavy coating of two of your orgasms all over his aching member. You claw at the end of the bed while your boyfriend fucked your lights out.
"come again, love," Megumi demands firmly. His fingertips dig into your sides, his pace a little too quickly for you to be able to recover at all. "get tight 'round me." Your pussy was burning, the overstimulation clouding your vision. But Megumi was fucking that 3rd orgasm out of you, whether you liked it or not. With a final and deep thrust, you felt your pussy clench tightly around him, with more cum seeping out of your used cunt.
But he wasn't ready to let you go just yet. He stands the both of you up, bringing you over to the large mirror you thrifted years ago. He knew your legs were weak already, but he hasn't come yet. And this night would never end until he does. You eye yourself in the mirror, your neck and shoulders ornate with hickies, and your nipples bruised a light purple. There were red markings all over your breasts after Megumi's attack. Your legs held a shine, with your cum slowly making its way down to your calves.
Without a word, Megumi put his hand on your back and silently makes you bend over. His hands find their way to your ass, and he spreads it so he can fill you up once again. In a second, his phallus fills you up once again, and you could feel the burning sensation tug at the bottom of your stomach. "megumi..." his name left your mouth in a whimper, a horny cry.
Getting back into his rhythm, Megumi's hands find their way to your wrists and pulls them back. He forces you to arch your back once more, your eyes clouded from your state of painful ecstasy. His strokes are sloppy but still consistent, considering his pent up stress and now exhaustive state.
"m'so close... so fuckin close," Megumi growls between gritted teeth. "your pussy takes me so well..." You watch your breasts bounce with each thrust. Your body was searing, waiting eagerly for his orgasm. "im gonna fill you up, mm, okay beautiful?"
You nod tiredly, incoherent sounds being the only thing you could muster. He thrusts so deeply that his tip threatens to touch your womb. But finally, his pelvis presses against your ass, and he shoots his load between your searing walls. You finish simultaneously, your body finally giving out. But Megumi pulls out and catches you, guiding you over to the bathroom for a nice, warm shower.
As he sits you down on the toilet to prepare the bath, he looks back at you and chuckles. You were leaned against the wall beside the toilet, eyes closed with sweat collecting all over. "Next time, pack me in your luggage," Megumi advises in a monotone voice.
You suck your teeth, earning another laugh from him.
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sungvrhs · 8 months ago
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SWITCHING SIDES - Lee Heeseung
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"You may try to take control, my love, but I would always be the one holding the reins." warnings: EXPLICIT! SubxDom play. Female!readerxMale!Heeseung. The roles switch in the midway. Use of chains, cuffs and blindfolds, slight nipple play and fingering? WORD COUNT: 2.3K note: Posting for the Diary 2024: #15240822 with my twin @diorsyun! Reblogs and comments would be appreciated. It has been long since I wrote so please ignore the tipsy plot! English ain't my native language so please ignore any grammartical errors
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"Y/n! P-Please, Agh-" A choked moan escaped his lips as tears of frustration slipped down his orbs, wetting the silk cloth covering his vision. He was beyond frustrated since the moment you had him under your hold. What was even more was that you were sly enough to have him under your grip as you smirked to yourself whilst his hands fought against the cuffs restraining them. Having him helpless was super fun since you would always be the one to submit to him.  A little switch twitch was necessary wasn’t it? This was the third time you edged right before he released, causing exasperated sighs to escape his lips, heart heaving at a slow yet paced rate. “It has just been a little while till now Hee, I thought you were strong enough to pull through this.” You sulked, your fingers resting on his abs, tracing down the outlines whilst you took your seat on the bed right next to him. His mouth fell apart as he gasped for air, the choker around his neck being confined to immobilized his breathing just by a fraction. He was too hazed by the environment, and not hearing a response from his end had you pissed off as you grasped the loose end of the chain, pulling it taught as his neck jerked forward, your face leaning down to meet his with a space of few inches in between while; he could feel your minty breath clouding his lips. “Use your words, pretty boy.” It took him a moment to gulp down his saliva, nodding sideways at your statement. “I-It’s too much of the-” “Too much what? Didn’t think of the consequences twice before messing up with me did you?” You spoke in a higher pitch, practically scolding him which had him silenced. He prayed for you to not go on another round of teasing and torturing him silently as you looked at him, your heart swelling at his messed up state which swelled your heart.The way he thickly gulped down his saliva, his Adam’s apple bobbing at his former actions, the silk cloth almost drenched in his tears, you couldn’t take it anymore. Although, to be fair and square, this was what he had asked for. 
You pushed him back in the pillows, a low grunt escaping his lips which you engulfed with your lips in a chaste kiss. The haste reciprocation of your mild actions reflected his utter desperation, with your fingers lightly gripping on his jaw. Nibbling on his lower lip, your tongue mingled with his, fighting for the upper hand. He fought for dominance but your hands were quick enough to grasp on his retrained ones, pushing them further to let him know who was the real boss here. With the scent of cinnamon and the taste of cardamom slipping on his tongue, his taste buds gulped down the bitterness, his face scrunched; the taste contradicting the sweetness of the lip gloss you wore. The bitter sweet flavor had him faltering his strength to fight back against you, but he really couldn't wait any longer. And he could not beg for it anymore. Whilst you noticed the tiresome body responding low to your fiery actions, you broke the kiss, causing him to chase your lips as to which he failed miserably. He was disappointed, although he didn’t make it evident, but you knew how he was feeling. He had been very patient with your painful yet amusing play and he was secretly enjoying every inch of it, despite the odds of his cries that rang through your ears. 
You slowly reach out for his blindfold, giving him an indication that you were going to take it off as he leans forward, his vision blurring and eyes squinting at the sudden exposure of light blinding him, a soft groan escaping his lips. He blinks a few times to get familiar with the surroundings, the exotic environment hazing out his brain as his gaze met yours. His chocolate orbs, glistening with slight tears, traveling up to meet your hazel ones whilst you straddled him. Your siren gaze had him shuddered with his doey ones as he found himself at the loss of words. Your locks hung loose as to which he wanted to tuck them behind your ear so bad. If only telepathy was something that existed but what was greater was how the eyes spoke in silence. The synchronized rhythm of breathing with chests heaving at a slow pace, eyes blinking at the same time as you found it hard to maintain the eye contact any longer, bursting into laughter as your head fell on his chest, the small vibrations causing him to chuckle. Funny how a small intimate moment turned into something hilarious. “Heeseung I can't do this with seriousness anymore.” Your light chuckles caused his face to flush with embarrassment, since your fingers were resting on his bare chest. Least to say that he was pretty sensitive when it was you who was turning him on every passing second. And you know your game pretty well. You knew he was trying to hide it well when you were resting your palm on his pecs. “You were t-the one who started it though.” He spoke in the midst of his chuckles, trying his best not to groan whilst your thumb softly grazed over his honey skin. You chucked, your right hand making way to cradle his jaw as you leaned close to whisper. “You were the one who recommended it. Besides, wasn't this all written in your ‘wildest dreams of desires?’” His eyes slightly widened at the mention of the secluded section of his diary. No one was supposed to read that. His face heated up whilst he stuttered. “N-No, nobody was supposed to read that.” Your palm left his face, your lips pressing small kisses on the shell of his ear, tracing it down to his jaw as his mouth fell open. He knew exactly where this was going and he wasn't prepared for the rest.
“But what's the fun in not doing it? Don't you always fulfill my needs? So why shouldn't I comply to fulfill yours?” You crossed your arms over your chest as you lay on top of him, your clothed body against his, your body temperatures were the only thing that were distinguishing the two of you. The silence was unexpected, as if he was in the midst of his thoughts trying to find his path out to draw a single conclusion. And he was taking longer than you had expected as you sighed, your fingers pinching on his nipples as he let out a groan. “Y/n!” His eyes widened at your actions. “Come on Hee, don't think much about it. I'll give you 3 seconds to either say a yes or no. 1
” And he panicked, not knowing as to what he was going to agree or disagree. “But what is it abou-” “...2
” Your fingers traced down his collarbone, his uneven breathing picking up pace as he stuttered. “3-” “F-Fine, fine. I agree.” He dropped his head back to the pillows, knowing well that this was how he was going to be for the next few minutes. You lightly squealed, tossing a candy in your lips as you purse your lips, relishing the taste as you hummed. “Thank you babe.” You smiled sheepishly, pulling him in a messy kiss as to which he responded back, the zesty taste of lemonade flavor causing his face to scrunch up whilst he tried to break the kiss, but you were quick enough to chase his lips. Your teeth engulfed his lower lips, pushing the sour candy into his mouth whilst you broke the kiss, the string of saliva keeping you both attached. “I hate it.” He spat out, disgusted at the flavor you chose causing you to raise your eyebrow as your hand traveled down to his clothed shaft, earning a low moan from his lips as he jerked his hips forward, hands fighting against the cuffs. His lips fell apart at the little ounce of pleasure he was receiving, your movements slowing down whilst you felt his need to chase his high. “No fuck, please don't stop Y/n.”
“I wonder who was incharge here in the first place Mr.Lee.” You spoke, pouring as your hand and face gestured gears running in the back of your head. “Please!” The word came out exaggerated, exactly how it would be when he would be pissed off on his need not being fulfilled. Besides, you couldn't let him suffer this time, he had been too patient in the last few hours. “Of course of course my love.” Lowering his boxers whilst he helped you remove them, you placed a soft kiss on the tip of his shaft. He shuffled in his place, another moan escaping his lips as you continued to stroke it down, pacing up whilst you helped him chase his high, a sigh of relief escaping his lips after a series of chanting your name and enticing melodies of pleasure.
You went up to unlock the cuffs, his hands dripping down the very next second they were lose as you mumbled a small ‘sorry’ with an apologetic gaze, softly massaging his wrists that had a few marks on them by now. “God I am not doing that again I swear.” He spoke, sitting up a little as you got off him, ignoring how you were drenched at the moment. A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you took the corner of the bed sheet in your wrist. “We'll see.” You spoke getting up to head to the restroom. You definitely had to take care of yourself before you headed out but feeling a light tug on your wrist had you halted on your place. Turning to face him you could sense the hunt of mischievousness in his eyes. “Where are you going?” He questioned, technically not wanting you to leave but you wanted to escape this asap so as to not embarrass yourself that you weren't soaking for him. “To change.” Your reply was short, contradicting the heartbeats that were racing a marathon. You went back to leave, only to get pulled by him harshly, as you landed on the bed next to him, your arms seeking for his support as you stumbled. You lifted your face to meet his, clouds of lust lurking in his orbs. He was quick enough to change positions, having you underneath him whilst his hands held your shoulders, pinning you down. Leaning down to whisper against your ear whilst his knees made their way in between your legs. And you knew what was coming.
“Are you drenched?” His lips ghosted against the shell of your ear, repeating your actions whilst they traced down to your jaw. You bit your inner cheek, trying your best to not let out those pretty sounds as you cleared your throat. “Drenched in sweat after the play? Of course. You were one hell of a ride.” If this was strong enough an excuse to be bought, Heeseung halted his movements, his face buried in your neck as he let out a small chuckle, the vibrations sending chills down your body. He pulled back to lock gaze with you, hands resting on the sides of your head as you answered back with a stronger gaze, the corner of his lips curving into a slight smirk. “Oh really?” Eyes traveling back and forth between your lips and orbs, his fingers playing with the waistband of your shorts, causing your breath to hitch. “How would you explain this?” his fingers pulled them down, a short gasp escaping your lips as the cool air met your pelvic, sending chills through your body. “I was the one being tormented, yet here you are, being a whole damn mess right in front of me.” His gaze locked yours, the hint of disappointment being evident through his orbs whilst you broke eye contact, your face flushed at his words. “I-I’m not.” you mumbled, voice inaudible with the way his fingers were drawing circles on your inner thighs.
“What was that hun?” You whispered in a low tone, sitting back to use his hands to part your thighs that you had kept shut right when you felt his fingers hover around your core dangerously. “I said I’m not-” Your words were cut short as his lips crashed yours, pulling you in a messy lip-lock. Every ounce of dominance left your mind once you felt his fingers pushing through your cervix, your back arching at his actions, letting out a moan which he gracefully swallowed, never once breaking the kiss whilst his fingers continued to work in rhythm. Breaking the kiss after a few moments, you were left breathless, completely ruined at the pace he was going that was almost going to knock up your orgasm but he pulled back, breaking the tempo as you groaned. “F-Fuck you Heeseung.” He smirked, watching the slick dripping down his fingers, eyeing it up and down as it glistened under the dim lights, with you dismayed at his actions under him. “Your wish is my command.” Smudging your own arousal on your lips, he shoved his fingers in your mouth, taking you by surprise whilst his other hand pushed his shaft inside you, thrusting at a wild pace which only accelerated with every passing second whilst your eyes rolled back at the pleasure. It had you lost that you failed to notice the chain slipping around your neck as he jerked it towards himself, the knot tightening by a fraction causing your eyes to flutter open wide.
"You may try to take control, my love, but I would always be the one holding the reins."
note#2: NOT MY BEST WORK I SWEAR I TRIED MY BEST BUT THIS MIGHT HAVE GONE THE OTHER WAY ROUND. BUT I hope you all liked it! Reblogs and comments would be appreciated <3
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the-kr8tor · 2 months ago
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Can I please have Cardamom and âŁïž??
So basically Hobie brown and reader are spider people, and they haven’t seen each other for like a looot of time. So then, Hobie decides to sneak in and he’s just so smitten by reader that he’s just a lovesick puppy for her
So yeah, thank you!!!
Thank you for requesting! I was giggling while writing this lol
Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader
Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, cw injury, established relationship, spider person! Reader, lovestruck! Hobie. Fluff
Katy's one year celebration 🎉
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When Hobie heard through the grapevine full of gossiping spider people that you've finally come back after a month-long mission in a dimension where the only difference is that garlic didn't exist, he half sprinted all the way from the other side of the society towards the infirmary. He can already sense your presence through the door as he practically rips it from its hinges.
With the back of the door banging on the wall, doctor spider groans audibly, eyes rolling when he hears Hobie's roaring voice echo throughout the busy clinic as he calls for you.
“Your lover boy's here.” Doctor spider says monotonously while he rips away the bp machine from your arm before you launch yourself at Hobie. “Doesn't he know that he's not allowed inside yet?”
“Hobs!” You sit up, ignoring a certain doctor. Clutching your side but despite the throbbing ache, you make grabby hands at the very happy Spider-Man bounding towards you.
“Love!” He weaves around fellow spider people expertly, dodging their hands, and their yells telling him that he's not allowed inside the busy clinic just yet. His eyes are glued on you while you sit on the cot; warm hands already upon his own the second he reaches you. “Fuckin' ‘ell, who did this to you?” His smile falters as he sees the various gashes on you, some are still fresh and angry on your precious skin.
“I'm fine,” you flex your battered fingers around his palm, thumbs rubbing along his life line. “Nothing I can't handle.”
He tips your face to the side gently with his index, wincing when he sees stitches just below your ear. “What happened ‘ere?”
“Got too close to Doc's arms. Don't worry, he looks way worse than I do.” You take his wrist, flipping and placing it atop your thigh while you flip away at the hem of his glove to massage along his tensed muscle. His concerned eyes continue to scan you for injuries, frown deepening with every bandage and bruise. Sighing, you reach for his cheeks, poking each of them playfully. “Hobie, I'm good, and I'm home in one piece. C’mon, you must have stories to tell that I've missed while I was gone.”
His soft smile returns, arms reaching for your waist, rhythmically tapping your hip carefully; a nervous tick of his. With a chuckle, you let him in your space, half hugging you as he rests in the middle of your legs, back half bent, and forehead pressed atop your shoulder as he breaths you in. Soot and all.
“We found out that Gwen's allergic to peanuts in the worst way.” He finally says after a moment of languishing in your presence.
“Oh shit, is she okay?” Rubbing his back, you can see that doctor spider has had enough from Hobie's ‘intrusion’, he walks towards you, clipboard and stethoscope in hand. You wonder if he's about to use it as a weapon.
“Yeah—” he senses the doctor stalking behind him. Before he could get a word in and kick Hobie out, in one swift movement, Hobie pulls the curtains closed around your cot. “Where were we?” You can hear the disgruntled doctor huffing behind the curtains.
Chuckling, you cradle his face in your hands, thumb ghosting over his lip piercing. “I think we were about to be on doctor spider's shit list because you were about to ask me to come home with you.” You smugly say with a scrunch of your nose.
Hobie grins lopsidedly, lips reaching for the pads of your thumb to press a quick kiss on it. God, you've missed that. You missed him. “I didn't know you were clairvoyant, lovie.” He lifts you up carefully, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist as he carries you at his front. His arms are tucked around you, careful of your injuries. “I've been growin’ garlic for you in the garden.”
You sigh longingly, eyes focused on him and not the angry Miguel silhouette behind the curtains. “I love you.”
“You're about to love me more.”
With a peck just below your jaw, Hobie opens the portal to home and jumps in before Miguel could even finish yelling his name.
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asunflowerana · 4 months ago
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sunday couple — satoru gojo
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summary: Satoru does anything for good and cheap food, especially making you his girlfriend.
warnings: satoru is on his early twenties, friends to lovers, lots of banter, gojo smooth like butter. wc: 1400+
a/n: satoru could take me to eat crickets, and I'd still follow this stupid gorgeous man.
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The red, and yellow lamps hanging on poles illuminate Shibuya’s central square, crowded with citizens scouring the fair full of assorted supplies. The smell of cardamom powder from a spice stall enters your nostrils, making your nose numb as you try to follow your friend Satoru, the one who left you behind for a taiyaki seller. 
You never thought you’d be traded for a fish cake, but here you are. 
Satoru checks the pockets of his pants in front of him, taking the coins and handing them to the friendly old lady owner of the sweets. She gives him one small cake, and you can almost see him salivating with the piece of sugar in his hands. 
“Your grandma taught you to share, Toru.” You counter with arms crossed, at the same time as he fills his mouth with a good bite of cake, the chocolate ganache sticking out to the sides and smearing his fingers. He breathes in pure relief, and you wonder how hungry he really was since you both went outdoors. 
“It’s too small for two.” He has the courage — stupidity is better — to eat the last piece of the taiyaki in front of you, rubbing his hands together to get rid of the remains of bran and stuffing after that. You could cut his white hair right there. 
“Then buy me another one,Toru! I’m hungry too!" 
”Sweets aren’t good for your teeth, little ______.“ He sends you his special sunny grin, moving his hand to call you closer, his black jacket hanging loose on his shoulders. "C'mon, I’ll find you a diner. My treat.”
His smooth manner almost makes you forget for a moment that he had just refused to share that sweet with you. Not even a little apology, what a goon.
“You better,” Mumbling, you join his pace, walking right beside him as you both stroll through the park.
You were supposed to be at home watching the six-hour marathon of your favorite comedy show, but Satoru showed up at your door in the afternoon, puppy eyes asking you to help him pick out a present for Shoko’s birthday next week, and you couldn’t say no. Not only because you wanted her to have something nice, but because unfortunately, Satoru has a special power over your heart, that makes you want to say yes even if he shows up at 4 AM in the morning for a bike ride through town — which actually happened once, but that’s a story for another time. 
He had this infuriating power since third grade, when both became neighbors and he decided to kick a soccer ball right to your window, giving you quite the fright. You can remember the way you threw the ball on his chest, mad at the crazy boy who didn’t stop laughing and left without a single scratch. 
The crazy boy that owns a part of your heart, a part that you wish could be noticed by him. But Satoru has always been too unpredictable to read, especially when it comes to his emotions. 
A new smell, fried fish and miso soup catch your attention, and a man in his forty approaches you both, coming out of a small but attractive restaurant, izakaya type. He wears casual clothes, portraying a very large smile and belly. 
“Come close young couple, here at Goro’s house you’ll find Shibuya’s best of the best food to fill your hungry tummies, ho ho ho-” You both look at each other with the same frown on your faces. Does this man think you’re in kindergarten? 
Well, Satoru actually has the face, but anyway. 
“...and lucky for you, today is a couple's Sunday!” This caught your attention. 
“What do you mean by "lucky for us”, sir?“ The man’s eyes pop even more open, excited for more clients. 
"Every Sunday couples only pay half for the dinner combo! Here is on our board.” He points at the medium black slate place beside an array of plants at the izakaya’s entrance. 
“COUPLE’S SUNDAY: 50% OFF FOR COUPLES BUYING THE SPECIAL GORO’S FISH COMBO." 
"Wait,” Satoru gulps down, his hands almost trembling from such good news. “So couples really pay half for dinner?” 
He abruptly catches your hand in his, his warmth heating your skin and making your heart flutter in response. “Because we totally are!” He practically shouts that, with a huge grin on face like a kid spotting a candy store. He looks at you, shining marine eyes gazing at yours with excitement. 
“Right, baby?" 
You don’t even know how to react, completely shocked by the nickname that you’ve always daydreamed of him calling you. The way it comes out of his mouth, with his voice, it’s such a precious moment, you can’t believe it’s all for a ridiculous excuse to get a food discount. Before you realize your situation, you’re already seated by a diner table, your friend on the opposite chair in front of you, his goofy smile still on his face as he checks the menu.
His hand remains holding yours on the table, and you can already feel the sweat forming on your palm from the heat and your nerves.
"What
 in the world just happened?” You blurt it out, confused as ever.
“Told you I’d buy you dinner, dear  _____. And guess what?” He leans his torso towards you, his chest pressing on the wooden table keeping you both apart. “They have free dorayakis for dessert." 
Rainbows could come out of him by now. 
”But we’re not a couple, you dumb!“ You hiss, leaning just the same as he did, worried that the customers around might notice your facade. 
”I know, we’ll just keep pretending and it’ll all be good.“ Satoru is really good at acting, talking to you like he was babbling sweet praises like those dorky clingy couples. 
He’s such a tease, and he doesn’t even know. Actually, you think he does know it.”Toru, this is not a—" 
A waiter comes to your table, making you both split from your previous position and sit right in your seats. From his trail, he places on the table bowls of udon, plates of unagi, portions of tempura, and green tea. The smell from the steam coming out of the dishes is so amazing, that the only thing your brain processes now is food.
“You were saying?” Satoru playfully questions, thanking the waiter before picking up his chopsticks and digging the thick noodles before him. 
“
..Fine.” You surrender, not really having the strength to refuse this. “But if there’s only one dorayaki later, it’s mine." 
"We can share." 
”But sweets aren’t good for your teeth, little Satoru.“ You mock him right after sucking a noodle into your mouth, the food tasting much better now that you can see his speechless face scrunching up. 
"That’s totally unfair!” He protests, crossing his arms with a pout, a piece of nori on the corner of his mouth. “I’m your boyfriend, you should treat me nice." 
You wish your heart wouldn’t beat so fast. 
But since you’re both pretending, you may as well enjoy it. "First lesson for you: don’t ever let your girlfriend be hungry. Ever." 
"If I give you all of my tempura, will you share the dorayaki?” You hum, pretending to think. “C'mon now, baby! I’m sorry, okay?”
“I’ll think about it.”
In the end, you let him have a good bite of dessert, which is kinda fair since he was the one paying for the whole meal. That dinner really made you heavy, tummy full of food, completely satisfied and pleased. You even wrote down the name of the place, to come back with your friends in another opportunity.
And it seems that your friend also had a similar idea. 
“Are you free next Sunday?” He asks, walking ahead of you, his gaze facing the starry sky as he ponders something alone. 
You know sometimes he likes to venture ahead to ease his mind when there’s something on it, so you don’t mind him going a few feets ahead, knowing he’s still aware of your surroundings even if you’re behind him.
Satoru never failed to protect you. 
“You’re not planning on doing the dating story again, right?” You chuckle, sensing that this will become a Sunday routine for both of you. “They’ll start suspecting if we keep coming every week, you know we’re not really dating.”
“Then let’s date for real.” And again, he turns his wholesome blue gaze towards you, offering another one of the famous, breathtaking Satoru’s grins. But in this case, this one is reserved only for you. 
“How about that?”
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myscentarchive · 16 hours ago
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Powdery Coconut - dossier
Inspired by Tom Ford's Soleil Blanc Eau de Parfum - 2 ml (atomizer)
Notes- TOP: Cardamom, Pistachio, Bergamot MIDDLE: Ylang Ylang, Tuberose, Jasmine BASE: Cedarwoood, Amber, Benzoin, Coconut
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Concentration: 18% Gender: Unisex
Powdery Coconut (inspired by Tom Ford's Soleil Blanc) opens with a surprising cardamon-pistachio duet, quickly joined by a bouquet of white flowers led by Ylang Ylang (an exotic flower with multiple sweet, spicy, and slightly fruity facets). The base of the fragrance strengthens the warmth of the heart thanks to amber and benzoin. Pair all of that with the coconut notes to help maintain the sunny character of the fragrance.
Lush, unexpected, and warming, Powdery Coconut (our impression of Tom Ford's Soleil Blanc) is a highly qualitative solar fragrance that will inspire you to curl up in a surprisingly sultry bubble of comfort!
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mistydeyes · 2 years ago
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perfumes i think the 141 boys enjoy
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summary: Scent is one of the most powerful senses, so what kind of fragrance do the 141 boys + Alejandro like on their significant other?
pairing: 141 x Reader
warnings: none
a/n - i also work for a perfume company so I've had a couple of ideas about what scents the boys like :)
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price - loves expensive, smokey scents on anyone. imagine the scents of a fresh cigar-that's what price wants in a fragrance. notes like pepper, leather, tobacco, cedar wood, and iris will make him crumble.
masculine
oud wood - tom ford notes: oud wood, sandalwood, chinese pepper
osmanthe kodoshan - maison crivelli notes: leather, tobacco, sichuan pepper, apricot, peach
functional fragrance - the nue co. notes: cardamom, iris, palo santo, cilantro
unisex
hinoki fantĂŽme - boy smells notes: tobacco leaves, oak moss, and smoked leather
jazz club - maison marigela notes: pink pepper, rum, tobacco
lumiùre d’iris - veronique gabai notes: rose, iris, cedarwood, amber
feminine
baccarat rouge 540 - maison francis kurkdjia notes: jasmine, ambergris, saffron, cedar wood
cuir béluga - guerlain notes: leather, powder, vanilla
platinum 22 - floris london notes: rose, violet leaf, blackcurrant, oat, black tea
soap - woodsy, floral scents are soap's surprising pick. it brings back memories of the scottish countryside, adventuring in the woods and smelling the fresh flowers his mam had. notice notes of herbs (sage, rosemary, mint), lavender, and violet.
masculine
sauvage - dior notes: pepper, amberwood, bergamot, powder
h24 - hermĂšs notes: clary sage, narcissus, rosewood
new york wall street - bond no.9 notes: sea kale, cucumber, lavender, ambergris, vetiver
unisex
voodoo chile - dries van noten notes: rosemary, patchouli, hemp
libre - yves saint laurent notes: lavender, musk
dirty grass - heretic notes: black pepper, lemon, hemp, violet
feminine
melancholy thistle - jo malone london notes: thistle, english ivy, cool wood
portrait of a lady - frédéric malle notes: frankincense, black currant, raspberry, patchouli
la tulipe - byredo notes: tulips, cyclamen, fressia, rhubarb
gaz - FLORAL CITRUS will make this man fall in love with you. it reminds him of a warm summer day sitting in the grass and smelling flowers. look for summery fragrances with notes of citrus, lemon, sage, and fresh herbs.
masculine
bleu de chanel - chanel notes: citrus, labdanum, sandalwood, cedar
polo black - ralph lauren notes: iced mango, lemon, tangerine, sandalwood, sage, patchouli
l'homme - yves saint laurent notes: bergamot, ginger, cedar wood, vetiver
unisex
cactus garden - louis vuitton notes: maté, bergamot, lemongrass
velvet cypress - dolce & gabbana notes: pine, lemon zest, bergamot, clary sage
eau de campagne - sisley notes: grass, citrus, herbs, jasmine, lily of the valley
feminine
brazilian crush cheirosa 62 - sol de janeiro notes: pistachio, almond, sandalwood, heliotrope, jasmine
her blossom - burberry notes: mandarin, plum blossom, sandalwood
flora gorgeous jasmine - gucci notes: mandarin, jasmine, magnolia, sandalwood
ghost - likes a light, musky scent! he loves when a scent adds to a person's natural smell (he hates sugary, gourmand scents). ingredients like musk, ambrox, pepper, sandalwood catch his eye as he pictures fresh sheets and a rainfall in a forest.
masculine
geranium pour monsieur - frédéric malle notes: mint, aniseed, sandalwood, geranium, frankincense
atlantis - blu atlas notes: orris, oak moss, violet, musk, ambrette seed
gentleman - givenchy notes: pear, lavender, patchouli
unisex
glossier you - glossier notes: pink pepper, iris, ambrette seeds, ambrox
not a perfume - juliette has a gun notes: ambergris
santal 33 - le labo notes: violet cardamom, cedar wood, iris, ambrox
feminine
missing person - phlur notes: musk, bergamot, jasmine, neroli, sandalwood
golden nectar - nest notes: florals, orchid, amber, musk
apollonia - xerjoff notes: white floral, orris butter, white musk
extra! alejandro - if ghost likes it simple and light, then alejandro is the exact opposite. he loves when he can smell someone's fragrance across the room. focus on bold fragrances with spicy notes of nutmeg, myrrh, and rum that is mixed with the gourmand of vanilla, almond, and tonka bean.
masculine
the last day of summer - gucci notes: cedarwood, cypress, nutmeg, patchouli, vetiver
bibliothĂšque - byredo notes: peach, peony, violet, leather, patchouli, vanilla
london myrrh & tonka - jo malone notes: almond, vanilla, myrrh, lavender, honey
unisex
tobacco vanille - tom ford notes: tonka bean, vanilla. cacao
dark rum - malin + goetz notes: anise, plum, leather, rum, patchouli, amber
tao dao - diptyque notes: sandalwood, cedar, cypress, myrte
feminine
lost cherry - tom ford notes: black cherry, tonka bean, almond
brazil aroma - costa notes: white jungle flora, orange oil, pink pepper, bourbon, vetiver, patchouli
babylon - penhaligon's notes: saffron, nutmeg, coriander, cedar wood, vanilla, cypriol
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sillygoose067 · 19 days ago
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A Masked Promise
Ch.8
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Dick Grayson (Nightwing) x Reader
The car ride was quiet, but not uncomfortably so. The warm hum of the engine filled the spaces between your soft chatter about the amusement park and occasional bouts of laughter over the carnival games. Dick—no, Gray—had insisted on dropping you home, and though you had tried to talk him out of it, he had been firm yet kind.
“You’ve had enough buses and trains for one night,” he’d said, flashing that crooked smile that made your stomach flip. “Let me do this.”
You hesitated, reluctant for him to see the small, run-down apartment complex you called home. But the sincerity in his voice had been impossible to argue with.
Now, as the city lights blurred past the car windows, your hands twisted nervously in your lap.
“Everything okay?” Gray’s voice was low, calm, but there was a note of concern in it.
“Yeah,” you lied quickly, offering him a small smile. “Just tired.”
He didn’t push, though his eyes flicked toward you briefly, a hint of doubt in them.
When he pulled up to your street, you directed him to park at the corner, hoping he wouldn’t notice the chipped paint and flickering lights of the building ahead.
“This is me,” you said, unbuckling your seatbelt.
Gray glanced at the building, then back at you. “I’ll walk you up.”
“Oh, no, you don’t have to,” you said quickly, panicking a little. “It’s late, and you’ve already gone out of your way—”
“Y/N,” he interrupted gently, his blue eyes steady and resolute. “I’m walking you up.”
His tone left no room for debate. You sighed, giving in with a small nod.
Inside, you felt every crack in the walls and heard every creak of the stairs as you led him to your door. Unlocking it, you stepped inside and flicked on the lights, revealing the tiny studio apartment that served as your home.
“It’s
 cozy,” you said, your voice tinged with self-conscious humor.
Gray stepped in, glancing around with curiosity but no judgment. His eyes landed on the small kitchenette, the books stacked haphazardly on the table, and the threadbare couch pushed against the wall.
“It’s nice,” he said simply, his voice sincere.
You glanced at him, trying to gauge if he was just being polite, but his expression was unreadable.
“Uh, tea?” you offered awkwardly, already moving toward the kitchenette. It felt like the least you could do after dragging him up here.
“I’d love some,” he replied, settling onto the couch.
You focused on the familiar rhythm of making chai, grateful for the distraction. Measuring out water and milk, crushing fresh ginger and cardamom pods, and letting the tea leaves steep—it was a process you’d done a hundred times, but it felt different with him sitting there, watching.
The scent of spices filled the apartment as you poured the chai into two mismatched mugs and brought them over. You handed one to him, your fingers brushing briefly, and sat down across from him.
“This is
 different,” he said after taking a sip, his eyes lighting up in surprise.
“Good different or bad different?” you asked, suddenly nervous.
“Good,” he assured you. “Really good. I’ve never had anything like this before.”
You relaxed a little, smiling. “It’s just chai. Nothing fancy.”
He shook his head, his gaze on the mug. “No, it’s something special.”
You busied yourself with your own mug, feeling a warmth that had nothing to do with the tea.
After a moment, he spoke again, his voice quieter. “You know, when I was a kid, I lived in a circus. The Flying Graysons.”
You blinked, caught off guard. “The circus?”
He nodded, a faint smile on his lips. “My parents were acrobats. I grew up swinging from trapezes and walking tightropes. It was
 magical, in a way. Until it wasn’t.”
Your chest tightened as you watched his expression shift, the light in his eyes dimming slightly.
“They died during a performance,” he continued, his voice steady but tinged with something heavier. “It was an ‘accident,’ but I knew better. Bruce—he took me in after that. Gave me a home, a purpose. But he wasn’t exactly
 warm.”
You stayed quiet, letting him talk.
“He tried, in his own way. But I needed to figure out who I was without him. That’s why I left Gotham, the manor, all of it. I worked my way up to detective to build something of my own. To prove to myself that I could.”
His words hung in the air, and you found yourself looking at him differently. There was so much more to him than you’d imagined—so much pain, resilience, and strength.
“I didn’t mean to unload all that,” he said after a moment, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips.
“No,” you said quickly, shaking your head. “Thank you for telling me. Really.”
He nodded, his eyes meeting yours. “And this,” he said, holding up his mug, “might be the best thing I’ve had in years. I could see myself getting used to it.”
You laughed softly, missing the deeper meaning in his words.
“Gray,” you said hesitantly, testing the name again. “Thank you. For tonight. For
 everything.”
His smile widened slightly, and he leaned back, looking more relaxed than you’d ever seen him. “It’s my pleasure, Y/N. And don’t forget—you’re the only one who gets to call me that.”
You rolled your eyes playfully but felt your heart skip all the same.
As the night stretched on, the conversation ebbed and flowed. You told him about your favorite books, your love for old Bollywood films, and the way chai always reminded you of home.
He listened intently, his blue eyes warm and focused, as if you were the most interesting person in the world. And for the first time in a long time, you felt seen—not for what you had or didn’t have, but simply for who you were.
When he finally stood to leave, you walked him to the door, your chest tightening slightly at the thought of him leaving.
“Goodnight, Gray,” you said softly, the name rolling off your tongue as if it had always belonged there.
He paused, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary. “Goodnight, Y/N.”
And with that, he was gone, leaving behind the faint scent of his cologne and the realization that this night had changed something—though you weren’t quite sure what yet.
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slimybeth69 · 1 month ago
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WIP Wednesday (my first one ever???)
omg thank you to @penascigarette for tagging me??? (i'm kicking my feet and hugging my pillow right now.)
I got two coming your way.
Untitled (unreleased, still deciding on a title)
alpha!Joel/ f!omega!reader /alpha!Marcus
18+, smut, drinking & drug use.
Reader has no descriptions. a/b/o dynamics (the parts of it I like, sorry everyone else) slight dub-con, rough sexy, DP1H, mating/breeding, decent age gap (never specified but Marcus/Joel are both in their fifties)
ROUGH DRAFT
The two men, the two good friends who patrol with each other weekly, have gone on scouting missions together– hell, they were drinking buddies almost nightly here at The Tipsy Bison; were tripping over their own feet as they scrambled to get to you.
The closer they got, the faster they moved. The more clumsy and desperate their footsteps became.
Your eyes were wide with fear as they approached you, but your feet began carrying you towards them with your arms outstretched. 
It was natural for Joel to wrap his arms around you and bring you close to him even though he hadn’t met you a day in his life, he hadn’t ever even seen you around before.
He knows why now. The smell coming off of you is so intense it’s almost suffocating Joel. Now that he’s closer to you there is more to your smell than just the sweet honey and fruit; there is an underlying hint of vanilla and musk to your scent that hadn’t been on Tommy the other day.
Marcus is behind you with his hand on your back as you press your nose into Joel’s chest and inhale deeply. 
“You smell 
 like Tommy,” you’re whimpering and don’t even remember how you ended up in the arms of this stranger. “Smell like Tommy
but better,” you sigh into his t-shirt. 
“Tommy?” Joel wrinkles his nose, his brows pinching together in slight disgust and disbelief. “Ain’t no way darlin’.” He rubs his hand up and down your back gently, swatting Marcus’ hand off your body. 
“No, no, you do smell like him,” you insist and your arms snake around Joel’s waist. 
Joel is glaring at Marcus, almost unable to hear the words you’re saying over the sound if his own heartbeat in his ears. “I don’t fucking smell like my little beta brother, you hear–”
“His brother
” Your hands roam across Joel’s back over the fabric of his t-shirt.
You're taking in the grounding scent that's similar to Tommy-- the damp moss, supple leather and smokey cedar-wood but layered with his musk... Everything about him and the way he's holding you to his chest is comforting. Stable. Safe.
You can feel a different hand on your lower back, comforting you for some reason. He smells like smoked cardamom and warm, golden amber with his rich musk laced throughout.
"I don't think she should be out here like this," Marcus growls, his eyes boring holes into the place his hand is resting on your lower back.
"Obviously," Joel doesn't mean to be so harsh when he barks at Marcus, but it came out of him before he could stop it.
The way you're pressed against him is making him unable to think clearly.
He just knows that he has to get you out of here.
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Thirst:
General Marcus Acacius x Reader
Marcus Acacius X lady reader (no descriptions, you're a virgin though)
Summary: Your freedom had a price and Marcus Acacius was willing to pay for it... but you also had to do something for him.
Chapter 3 of 10: Slick
Rating: EXPLICIT -- Shameless smut with a little plot
a/n: NO SPOILERS to the new movie. I do introduce characters from the movie in the next couple chapters (plus a surprise guest), but they're based more on the historical Geta and Caracalla, and what I thought each character was going to be like based on the trailer and a quick wiki search on who everyone was.
This is cross-posted from my AO3 account.
WARNINGS: dubious consent, ownership, loss of virginity, mutual mast., exhibitionism, voyeurism. Mentions of being a whore, eventual sex.
“You lie,” It’s hard to keep your anger burning. “Your words mean nothing to me when your actions prove time and time again that you’d rather be anywhere else,” It’s harder to keep your eyes on his face when his wet, naked body is standing just in front of you. 
“My actions? I come to you whenever I am available. My free time— which is sparse, is spent with you, Aurelia,” Marcus respires through his nose. “I finally have time to see the woman I want–”
“How would I know that?” You snap bitterly. “You keep me locked away! Hidden—”
“Hidden from Emperors who would take you from me– because they can,” Marcus warns. “The twins are good at sharing,” he continues. “But I am not. You are not for their entertainment.”
“Just your own?” Your fingers are halted at the last laces of your robe, “Just someone who entertains you?”
Marcus takes another step and towers over you, “Listen to me,” His hands roam at your sides, the fabric sticking to his wet palms and pooling at his wrists as he slides them up your ribs. “You are the vision in my head always,” he whispers, his breath warm and inviting, not smelling of wine at all.
You can feel the heat radiating off his naked body, “Then why do you leave?” You find it hard to focus on anything but the way his muscles ripple with each movement he makes. 
His eyes soften and his hands move further up your sides and across your chest. His fingers tease and tickle your neck and then cups your face gently, “Perfect girl, I leave because I have wars and battles to fight, not because I want you sitting up in that room without me.” Marcus leans in and brushes his lips against yours. “I must keep Geta and Caracalla happy, and keep myself on their good side, my perfect girl.”
You sigh quietly as your resolve begins to shatter, “You’re supposed to be powerful and influential; you cannot keep me safe?” You utter, the words melting on his tongue as he swallows them. 
Despite what you’ve said, Marcus chuckles softly. “From the twin Emperors?” He sounds amused.  His touch is surprisingly gentle as he tilts your chin up. "My beautiful Dove," he murmurs. "So unaware of the dangers in the world—” 
It’s hard to keep your composure when he’s questioning your awareness of what happens outside the walls and on the streets below your balcony.
“You keep me locked away! You’re the reason I don’t know! I came here from the countryside, and I was sold by my parents as a way to stop their home and farm from being taken—” You’re shouting at him, unable to hide your frustration any longer. This is too much, it’s gone on too long. You’re ready to either be claimed and feel cared for, or leave. You'll go be with these stupid Emperors that Acacius is so fearful of.
Let them take your virginity.
NPT : @youcancallmeelle @beefrobeefcal (Sorry I feel LIKE YOU JUST DID ONE BUT I DONT HAVE MANY WRITER MUTUALS, I'M SORRY), @laligraves (bc i'm obsessed with your shit right now) I loved this and it feels like an honor. omg.
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armysantiny · 1 year ago
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My Exception – HRJ
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P: Renjun x gender neutral reader | G: drabble, fluff | Inc: reading corners, movie nights, renjun and y/n being really soft, pastries, movie snacks, hot drinks | Wc: 600 | W: food (bc pastries/snacks) | R: G
Summary: Renjun’s reading time is sacred; a dedicated few hours every weekend spent with him, his wax melts, a book, and a hot drink. Though he can make an exception for y/n. He can always make an  exception for them.
Min's notes: Everyone say thank you to Kyu <;33
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Renjun inhales as he settles down in his loveseat, the sandalwood and cardamom wax melt covering his little reading corner in warmth. The air around him smells inviting, tempting him into drifting away into the world of his books. He’s already got a book in mind, picking it out from his stack of books and returning to where he last left his bookmark. It’s a romantic thriller, pulling at his imagination as soon as he begins to read.
Y/n’s on their way back from an outing, he’s got a coffee beside him, and he’s got a good book. What more could he ask for?
It’s silent in the shared apartment, bar the occasional turning of the page and hum of interest. The twists in the novel have already started to appear, one by one in a slow but addicting pace, and Renjun finds himself theorising more as he goes along, taking sips of his coffee and making a note to thank y/n again for splurging on the Nespresso machine. It’s a thing of beauty.
“
home baby~!” y/n’s voice pulls Renjun out of the scene he was reading, drawing his attention to the door where his partner’s taking off their shoes. He leans forward, grins when y/n eventually spots him and waves his greeting. He looks for his bookmark, slotting it in between the pages and returns the paperback to the mini library stand of books. Sure, he could go back to reading his book, knowing all too well y/n would be more than happy to respect his reading time, but he’s missed them.
He can pause his reading time for his favourite person.
“I brought some pastries from that cafĂ© you like, wanna have some later?” Y/n asks, making their way over to Renjun’s little reading nook and draping themselves over the back.
“Sure. Movie night?”
“Movie night.” They confirm, tapping their lips for a kiss, a pleased smile on their face seconds later when Renjun grants their wish. “How’s the book?”
“It’s so good! The police just started hunting down one of their suspects,” y/n chuckles as Renjun starts becoming more and more animated, “but if you ask me, I don’t think the professor did it at all, he’s clearly trying to cover up for someone else.” Renjun’s review continues, and a little ball of fondness grows in y/n’s chest as they listen, admiring the man they get to call their own. They subtly ask him to budge over and take a seat beside him, half sitting across the grey Hampshire loveseat and half hanging over the armrest.
It's comfy. They’re comfy, with him.
The wax melt burner sits on the tv stand this time, a new wax melt on the surface melting away as y/n brings a tray of cookies from the kitchen, Renjun holding their drinks. It’s a movie night, there’s a shower of rain outside and the Netflix menu screen stares back at the pair, awaiting to play their first of many films that evening. Renjun’s the first to sit down, open arms inviting y/n to cuddle up beside him as they rest on the sofa.
“Want to pick first?” Renjun offers, a simple thing of a gesture and he basks in the soft affection he feels when they nod, a languid smile on their face. He watches them pick, eventually landing on a movie they’ve been putting off for a while now and rests his head on top of theirs.
“Hey, don’t fall asleep just yet,” y/n warns, a smile in their voice. “I’ve been dying to watch this with you.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
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