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LITERALLY like I was actually inspired by this post to write this:
And like this must be a troll post by a non-Black person but assuming itâs not and it IS seriousâŠwhat kind of self-loathing is this? How much disdain do you have to have for yourself in your heart to write out this disturbing shit and have anyone take you seriously? Like do you not realize that youâre giving non-Black women an ego boost by being this pathetic? Those girlies are gonna see this post and be relieved that Black girls think this way and are AGREEING with the rhetoric that we are lesser in some way, because it makes them feel better at our expense to think that we are weak and this filled with self-hatred that we will let everyone else treat us like shit and walk all over us, like stand up girly itâs getting pathetic atp lol. One Black girl in the comments even agreed with the âBlack girls are less desirable/feminineâ rhetoric and a non-Black girl replied âwell why donât Black girls try skin lightning cream?â you guys are literally feeding their hatred and demoralizing view of Black women as ugly and worthless and repulsive and itâs so monstrous tf like yâall seriously donât realize what youâre doing not just to yourself but to others who look just like you as well, your sisters in arms in the community, like how dare yâall. Like youâre damn right that Black women have a different type of hair than anyone else on the planet but it is because our hair is versatile and defies gravity, it is soft and fluffy and elegant and cute, it is luxurious and voluminous and beautiful. We have the most genetic diversity of any other race on earth. Trying to spin that into something self-hating is just preposterous, I canât believe it. But then again, anything to feed into the âBlack girls are the least desiredâ complex. Istg some women just cannot be saved.
I agree that we need to continue building up confidence in Black women and girls and show them to take pride in their own beauty and that we can be attractive and feminine and look to each other as role models for love and strength and not try to envy/imitate white/Asian womenâs lead, as if they have a monopoly on beauty norms/femininity just because a couple of Reddit nerds say so, or because of societal stereotypes that white women are the epitome of femininity and Asian women are soft, obedient, and meek, which hurts Asian women as well mind you. The men who say this shit are closet pedophiles(seeing as they all say they love Asian women for âlooking like little girlsâ and reject Asian women who donât fit their loli porn standard) and misogynists who think that femininity is all about being weak, submissive, and sucking a manâs dick.
There are so many communities out there for Black girls to embrace their beauty and femininity, Black girl channels for natural hair regimens and cute hairstyles, Black girls doing makeup on dark skin tones, Black girls wearing cute fashion styles like cottagecore and Lolita and coquette as well as gnc/masc styles if you have that type of swag, Black girls who do cosplay and look fine as hell while doing it, Black girls who draw adorable Black anime characters, etc., like I understand that society often treats us as lesser and like we can only fit into one stereotypical/undesirable box, but the second you step out of there and find what you are into I PROMISE it is out there you just have to find it! Donât let your race limit you from loving yourself or expressing yourself how you want to, you donât have to abide by some arbitrary racist beauty norms set by some white incel Reddit dude whose only interaction with Black women is reality tv, degrading online memes, and ebony porn. Add whose only interaction with Asian women is pedo loli hentai and mainstream shonen anime.
I guess the point of all this is to find Black women to admire and see yourself in because that will make you feel better about yourself and feel confident that you are enough and love being a Black woman, rather than crying that youâll never be as beautiful/cute/girly as a white or Asian woman when we all know thatâs not true, Black girls are gorgeous and poppinâ and look good in every style! I wish we could talk about the issues facing us without succumbing to this idea that weâre inherently lesser and unattractive and Blackness is inherently a curse thatâs holding us back because itâs just sad and miserable and desperate behavior atp, youâll always be Black until the day you die so just live with it and learn to accept it.
The Black femininity community very much often does prey on these insecure types with how it often tells Black women that we are inherently unfeminine unless we dive full hog into (white tradwife) hyperfemininity and always look like a perfectly made-up Barbie princess 24/7 and that any sign of Blackness like natural hair/acrylics/AAVE is unfeminine/unattractive, not to mention the intense heteronormativity of it all and how it is often rooted completely in appealing to heterosexual men and often blames Black women for our own masculinization, telling us that the only way for us to be feminine is to be more passive and compliant and âlet a man leadâ but even so there are still plenty of healthy Black hyperfeminine spaces that arenât a one-size fits all and are queer-inclusive that I really just wish more Black girls who felt insecure about not being able to do that type of stuff went there insteadâŠor realized that you donât have to be hyperfeminine to be beautiful and that you can just be who you are and be whoever you want to be and be happy butâŠidk lol.
This was such a long and unhinged rant and Iâm sorry if this wasnât at all coherent and didnât address all of your points but youâre right, this attitude always just drags Black girls back and makes us look bad, if you spend all your time on the âI fantasize about raping women and also believe in 14 wordsâ website then of course youâre going to feel miserable, hopeless, and insecure, you need to learn to log off sometimes lol idk. Find spaces that are built for you and support you and stop worrying about what the rest of the world thinks of you and especially whether or not non-Black men are attracted to you and just do your own thing, they only hate you because they see your spark and beauty and try to tear you down, take it as a compliment because theyâre just jealous lol. I hope this helps some Black girl out there somewhere who feels bad about herself but yeah, we are beautiful and amazing and awesome and we donât need the rest of the world to tell us who we are! Period! Tf? đ
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Iâm begging Black girls and especially younger Black girls to please stop going on the Internet and complaining about being the least attractive/feminine/desirable and how guys donât want you and how much you hate being a Black girl and wish you were another race(usually white/East Asian is what I see) so that you could be seen as beautiful/get the guy you want/not hate yourself every time you look into a mirror. Please. Stop doing that shit. I understand the soul-crushing way that Black girls are treated in society, and how insistent the world and people in general are in stripping us of our femininity and beauty and trying to gaslight us into believing that weâre ugly, and because of that it is so so easy to fall prey to the âweâre the ugliest of women and no one will ever love usâ mentality. But when you make posts like these, talking down on yourself for being Black and expressing envy towards non-Black women, you are not only shitting on every Black woman out there who looks like you, youâre also giving non-Black girls an ego boost and letting them believe that they really are more attractive and valuable than us and that weâre âthe ugly onesâ because Black girls themselves are saying it and self-deprecating themselves.
Iâm begging you to please stop going on these intensely anti-Black and misogynistic hate sites dedicated to hating on/tearing down women and venting about how being a Black girl is such a curse and a terrible burden and how youâll never be as beautiful as a white/Asian woman because you have dark skin and coily hair. All youâre doing is putting yourself in harmâs way and validating the way people already think about us while shitting on your fellow Black sisters by painting us all with the âundesirable/uglyâ brush. I understand that the rest of the world constantly tells us that weâre ugly/unlovable and less womanly than the rest of the groups. I understand feeling anger, confusion, and frustration at how were treated by people who are supposed to care about us and protect us. I understand feeding into it. But please donât. Especially not on sites that prey on womenâs insecurities and are filled to the brim with people who hate Black women with a seething passion. Theyâre only going to tell you that youâre right, not comfort you and make you feel better, you canât rely on these sites for validation. Please talk to your friends and family or a therapist if you feel insecure about your race, and either follow Black female content creators who uplift Black women/girls or get off of social media for the betterment of your own mental health. Please. Iâm begging you. đđż
#black women#misogynoir#positivity#black girls#i hate men#masculinization of black women#black femininity
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Clingy Choso ideas: he naturally loves to be around you all the time. From cuddles and hugs, to holding your hand, to always ALWAYS kissing your forehead. My dude just absolutely thrives being in your presence even if he acts a little stoic and embarrassed about it sometimes. He's probably the type to hold your hand while your going to the bathroom or at least sit right behind the door waiting to hug you when you open the door.
But what if, one day you and Choso got in a fight/argument and you make the decision to give each other some space to cool off. (Choso did not consent to this lmao)
I'm just thinking about Choso first huffing and going "i can handle this. I'm angry at them anyways." to losing his godamn mind while whining to Yuji that you don't love him anymore and he's going to die alone and you-less "I miss my wife Yuji.... I miss her a lot....đ" (you guys are just dating...)
Bonus if your litterly just vibing on you own, giving yourself a spa day, reading some books, & going shopping while Choso is crashing tf out-
(I love Choso but I love sopping wet and pitiful Choso more-)
âWifeâŠneed wifeâ he pitifully wails, covering Yuuji in a dramatic hug. Yuuji just rolls his eyes, annoyed and shoving him off. âYouâll be fine. Couples fight dude, communication is-â
ïżœïżœFINE? IM BEING DIVORCED!!â
ââŠok No. you two just need to cool offâ
Choso whines, pouting as he flops on the couch, rubbing his arms. âFreezing already without wifeâŠneed wifeâŠwife keeps me warm. Iâve cooled off enough without her warmthâ
âMkay well, you two are dating. And her name is-â
âDonât say it, Iâll start cryingâ
Yuuji just snorts and starts to laugh, shaking his head and covering his face. He sends a picture to you to show that your âpuppyâ has learned his lesson about âbitingâ.
Though the last one isnât a joke, Choso and you got in a fight because he bit someone and was way too aggressive and overprotective.
You just laugh, a soft chortle, and send a text back saying something along the lines of âkeep scolding Him. He knows what he did. Being cute wonât get him out of itâ
Thatâs a lie and we all know it.
-Mommabean (soft, pathetic, overdramatic men who simp are something we need more of and Choso is the least they can strive to be)
#mommabean#yandere choso#cute yandere#yandere fluff#yandere jjk#yandere jujutsu kaisen#yandere male#choso kamo#choso x reader
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damn crew hcs because i miss them every day theyâre not posted </3
sometimes when gavin is hanging out with his friends heâll just. flop down on top of them if theyâre sitting or lying down. genuine cat behavior. he gets very comfortable, his ear over their heart and their hand in his. he savors every second he gets. he also complains when any of them tell him they wanna get up
(for someone with such severe self worth issues) damien pampers himself SO much when if comes to hygiene. matching fragrances across all his products, shower steamers, bath bombs, candles, the whole deal. on friday nights youâll find him wrapped in a plush bathrobe with a matching headband pushing his hair back, a clay mask smeared on his skin. he has a book in one hand and a glass of wine in the other, with some soft classical instrumentals pumping from the tv speakers. huxley loves coming home to find him so relaxed
sometimes, when heâs upset, huxley will go out into the backyard and lie in the grass for a while - letting the solid ground hold him and the soft grass caress him. other times, when heâs very upset, heâll dig a hole and lie down in that instead. he feels safer, grounded (ha) and closer to his element. damien checks on him periodically with offerings of snacks and water
lasko is something of a fashionista (it might be why he and milo got along as well as they did at the E&E games) - heâs very meticulous about his closet; every item is lovingly sorted by type, color, material, and season. he frets whenever his âbestâ pieces are still in the laundry and no combination of the things he has on hand looks âgood enoughâ. heâll say itâs about being presentable but he also really just likes feeling pretty. dear assures him that he always looks lovely and helps him find an outfit he can at least tolerate for the day. such a diva
freelancer has an absolute BLAST on karaoke night. theyâve sung at least three (3) lovey-dovey duets with each of their friends and aim to do even more. (at first damien took some convincing with a direly serious âyou love me, right?đ„șâ) as of late, their favorite singing partner has been dear - theyâre always happy to indulge their freelancer and both their voices just blend so beautifully
in their quiet nature, dear has picked up on a lot of campus gossip when the people around them thought no one was listening. sometimes their students will come up to them and directly fill them in on the most recent, hottest rumors. they know how to keep a secret, but if damien needs dirt on another staff member he always knows who to ask
and speaking of - donât let their professional appearances fool you; damien and lasko are total suckers for gossip. when their lunch breaks align with dearâs, nobody on campus is safe from their shit talk. lasko has a surprisingly sharp tongue where he feels itâs warranted
#pushing my catty lasko agenda because he deserves it#let him be a bitch!!!!!#redacted audio#redacted asmr#redacted damn crew#redacted gavin#redacted damien#damien rhone#redacted huxley#redacted lasko#lasko moore#redacted freelancer#redacted dear#redacted headcanons
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Swing setsâŠ. Mike finally gets all his emotions out
Mike stumbles to the ground of the swing sets, digging his knees into the ground and covering his chest, banging, hoping that it would stop. Looking up at the swings, eyes puffy, tears running down, remembering Will being his friend, everything⊠he thinks, for what? To lie.
Will comes up running behind Mike, sweating, but he doesnât care, he needs to tell Mike, so shutting his eyes closed he does⊠or will he be interrupted.
Will: Mike⊠yes El was telling the truâ
Mike stands up furiously and walks over to Will, his eyes a dark anger now, like he could rip out all his hair and watch it fall to the ground.
Will never realised he could hurt Mike, like this, Mike was always the type to set emotions aside⊠it was time to let Mike speak.
Mike: Youâ whatâs WRONG WITH YOU, you think THATâS NICE YOU THINK EVERYTHING IS A JOKE, HUH?
Will stammers on his words unable to speak, trying to pick up his words but he stays silent.
Mike: YOU THINK THAT EVERYTHING IS JUST ONE BIG GAME OF D&D. That everyone gets a happy ending, NO SOME OF US âŠ. SOME OF US ARE TRYING SO FUCKING HARD TO BE NORMAL.
Will didnât understand or comprehend Mikes words, he needed to say something to let Mike know, no he doesnât, life hurts, life eats him up everyday, if it wasnât for Mike⊠he thinks he wouldnât be here.
Will: Y-you think Iâm not trying to be normal?
Will eyes teared up, shining through the darkness of the night, the moon illuminated the sky like it was apart of who they were.
Will: EVERY SINGLE DAY, itâs been so fucking HARD, I DONâT KNOW HOW TO KEEP GOINâ-
Mike: HOW DO YOU THINK I FEEL, THEN ⊠THEN MAKING ME FEEL FUCKING CRAZY ABOUT THOSE WORDS YOU SAID, that could finally think Iâve done ⊠good enough to know I can deserve something.
Will looked up to his eyes, seeing all the distress, all the hurt thatâs been brought up to this moment, where he thinks he never be deemed ânormal or have something to make him feel worthyâ.
Will brought one foot closer to Mike, everything felt like it was spinning, putting one hand on the back of his head, brushing and fluffing his small curls, staring deep into his eyes.
Mike could sense the change, the way Wills words always made a difference, in every moment it seemed like nothing else could ever fade away.
Will closed his eyes and finally spoke.
Will: Everything I said ⊠was true, except I used El as a shield of armour to take away my pain and suffering to offer you my heart.
Mike saw Wills eyes closed, tears staining his eyes, he never thought this day could ever replica that moment back on the swings, the best thing heâd ever done.
Reaching one hand out towards his hair and brushing back his bangs a little, to see the furrow and worry of Wills eyebrows, his eyelids flickering like he was a light that got tainted by the upside down, where his eye bags meet, his face looking like he was fighting so hard to survive.
Mike looked at everything, continuing to run his hands through the boys hair, Wills eyes finally opened up and stared back at Mike.
The moon stared back at them as if nothing could possibly ever lie, the swings mimicked the children laughing on the playground, running around, the air that surrounded them didnât take their breath away only each others presence.
Caressing Wills face with his palm, he closed the distance with their foreheads, tears now staining both the boys eyes.
Will: I guess, even from back then to now, things still havenât changed, still crazy. For once, it makes me feel normal.
Mike slowly pushed away Will tears with his thumb, sinking into Wills soft skin.
Will needed Mike to know, that he is worthy, so fucking worthy, he sees Mike in a light that⊠he hurts to say that nobody else does.
Mike lets go of Wills face, about to do something, once more that would be the best decision heâs ever made, but Will interrupts him first this time.
The other boy looked deep into his eyes, reaching his hands up and caressing his face, like Mike once did for Will a few seconds ago, circling his cheekbones with his thumb and gave them both the courage to fight, for each other, so he leaned in.
Leaned in because this world was merely enough for Will Byers and Mike Wheeler, sabotaging the life they thought could never have but finally releasing it all.
Their lips brushed together, like the world could finally accept Mike and Will.
Will leaned back and Mike leaned forward, cupping his face and leaning back in.
This was the moment that could change life times of hatred towards there life, it was an opening, a window that never shut but stayed open as the sun revealed itself, basking in each others presence.
#stranger things#byler#byler tumblr#will byers#mike wheeler#st5#swing set#this is very long makes it seem like Iâm the damn script writer#but this was very beautiful to write tbh
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The door down the hall was also made of heavy steel and was built almost like a bank vault. It was cracked open, and I could see the glow of fluorescent light coming through the crack. Although the door was heavy, it opened smoothly. I walked into another vaulting warehouse space. This one was full of rows upon rows upon rows of weapons. It was like walking into a Costco, but just for guns and weapons of every sort. Racks going all the way up to the ceiling of crates made of wood, some of molded plastic, and others of metal lined each level of racking around me.
The racking was configured so that a path led into the back of the warehouse. I followed it. When I reached the end of the path, there was an area of worktables, machinery, and tools. Sitting beside the table was a massive man with a buzz-cut and thick beard. His arms were covered in tattoos, and he was the size of a fucking Mac truck. The other guys he had met were huge, but this man was massive. His eyes looked at me from under heavy brows. Bright like steel, they looked right through me. Â In his hand was a machine gun of some type I had never seen before. Well, that told me I was in the right place. It wasnât pointed at me, but something told me it could be in a microsecond if I said or did the wrong thing.
I walked over to him and said, âI guess you are the guy I am looking for, Mr.â He said nothing and kept looking at me. âOkay, I was told that you were the guy who could provide me with some specialty equipment that I need,â I continued. He still didnât say anything and just kept looking at me. I was getting nervous now. My hand twitched to move toward the button, but I pushed that feeling down. I needed more evidence. I needed to get him to talk. We both stood there in silence for another 30 seconds, and I said, âListen, if you guys donât want to do business, show me the door, and I can get out of here. If you are turning away money, then thatâs cool with me. I will find someone else who can give me what I need. I just heard you were the man to talk to for things like this. Professional with quality goods.â
Again, silence until he said, âWho sent you, and what are you looking for?â  I gave him the name of the informant gave us and just enough background on the guy to make it seem legitimate. I hoped. He nodded slowly and said, âWhat are you looking for?â  Ice broken, I ran off a list of things we âneededâ.  There were some esoteric things on the list that we hoped he had because it would put him and the rest of them in prison for the rest of their lives.  Again, he nodded and said, âIâve got that. But ah, what do you need all that for?âÂ
Okay, this is not an unusual question, but âListen, Mr.?? Like you, we have our own need for discretion. Iâm told that all the gear you sell is untraceable, which is part of why you get paid extra. Itâs why I am here, your rep is that you can desperately supply damn near anything a man can need from a weapons standpoint.â I said. He nodded sagely again. It was when I heard footsteps coming down one of the isles of the racking.
A middle-aged man came into view with a tablet in his hands. He was beefy but not like these guys. He stood around 6â1" and had a belly, but his shoulders were broad, and his arms were thick and hard. He looked like your office type of guy who worked outâa guy who wrestled in high school but got a bit soft around the middle. He looked at me as he walked over to the âBoss,â leaned over, and whispered in his ear. Â I couldnât hear what he was saying, but I could see the Bosses eyes. Those hard eyes did two things: they went ice cold, and an evil glint twinkled in them. His bearded mouth smirked. The guy with the tablet reached into his back pocket and pulled out a clear bag wrapped around a mesh of wire. Oh shit. I could see my phone in the bag, a Faraday bag. My hand went to the 4th button on my shirt and started tapping It discretely.
âHow long do you think it will take them to get here?â the Boss asked. He looked at me with a smile that did not reach his eyes. My finger was pressing against the button now, not trying to hide it. âWhat are you talking about? âI said, trying to keep my voice even. He stood up then, and I could see he was about 6â6â and seemed to be damn near that wide. I took an involuntary step back and bumped into something, make that someone. I started to turn when two massive pairs of hands grabbed my arms and held me in placeâthe two guards from out front were behind me and holding me in their vice-like grip. The Boss's smile became a grin as he walked toward me.
I sputtered and said a bunch of things that did nothing in the long run. When he stood in front of me, it was like being in the shadow of a giant monolith. Everything seemed small around himâinsignificant. Â He simply said, âShhhhhh!â to me, and I quieted.
Turning to the guy with the tablet, he said, âWhich one is it?â The tablet tech guy stepped in front, looked me up and down, and stopped at the buttons on the shirt. From somewhere, the tech guy pulled out a big folding knife and snapped it open. I jumped and tried to pull back. The hands holding me tightened painfully on my arms, shoulder, and neck, lifting me to my toes. The beefy tech expertly moves the knife to slide under the 3rd and 4th buttons on my shirt, slicing them off into his hand. Looking at them closely, he turned to the Boss and said, âCamera and emergency transmitter. They look like something Mossad made last year. It's pretty good tech. Not as good as ours, but pretty damn good. Weâve been blocking the signals since he got in the van. The camera is running on local storage since he came into the bar. As far as they can tell, he disappeared when he left the bar. Iâve been retransmitting a false signal west of the city; they should be trailing him out past Naperville and Westmont about now. â
The massive man smiled genuinely and clapped the tech on his shoulder. âGood job as per usual Al. Lead the signal out toward the compound in western Iowa. You know, those wingnut survivalists the FBI is always looking at. Make it end there for now.â Â The tech guy started to walk away, and the Boss said, âWait, keep this with those.â He lifted the Faraday bag my phone was in, and I watched his gloved hand crumple the metal like it was a beer can. He crushed it once, then casually twisting it in his hand, crushed it again until it resembled a ragged ball of steel and glass. Â He handed the bag and demolished phone to Al the tech.
Turning back to me, he leaned over and said, âListen, I donât have time to listen to your lies and denials. Then threats. Not only does nobody know youâre here, but they donât even know who took you. Al will lead them on a nice little electronic goose chase through western Iowa, where they will raid that right-wing survivalist fuckers. When they donât find you there, your handlers will be at a dead in.â
His big, gloved hand engulfed my chin, and he moved closer, âRight now, my boys here are going to have some fun. They like to pay with their food. Eventually youâll tell them what I need to know.â Â He said. The massive men holding him grunted in agreement. He pulled back with a dangerous smirk, and his big gloved hand patted my face roughly as he turned and walked back over to the bench.
The guy holding me shifted and the one on my left quickly slid his arms under mine and put me in a full nelson. The other guy walked around in front of me and, after rolling his shoulders, slammed his fist into my gut. Then again and again. The guy holding me pulled me up, and I could see the Boss back at his worktable and the Tech guy looking at me. His eyes were watching with lust and need as those guys were working me over. The Boss absently looked up and said, âFellas, take your fun elsewhere. Iâve got work to do. They replied, âSure thing, Boss.â  They started dragging me away when the Boss said, âBoys, itâs been a while, so, take your time and enjoy yourselves. Also, take Al with you; you know he likes to watch.â All three of them said, âThanks, Boss,â in unison as they dragged me away.
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Possible⊠Rin Okumura⊠nsfw alphabet headcanons? If itâs okay?
RIN OKUMURA NSFW ALPHABET HCS
a/n: not proofread :(, i hope it's what you were looking for?!
A = Aftercare (what theyâre like after sex)
I can see a lot of cuddles. Maybe a bit of confusion the first time, considering it will be Rin's first experience. But he is a fast learner. Once he is used to the emotional spiral of intimacy, I think his favourite part would be aftercare. Just holding you, breathless, together staring at the ceiling in comfortable silence and lazy kisses? Yes sir.Â
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs)
I think he would particularly like his back and hands. His hands because they allow him to cook the food you so much love, but simultaneously allow him to squeeze and hold your body. Which brings me to my second point.
He is a boob guy. I have said it. Sorry, not sorry. Yeah, he likes to squeeze them. And his hands do just the perfect job. But small or big, they are still his favourite pillow to use. Especially because he gets to listen to your heart.Â
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
I do not know if itâs related or not, but with him being half demon his body has adapted and changed from the ânormalâ human body. I think it would probably enjoy finishing inside, because of his half demon instincts. Yes, there would be quite a lotâŠ
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
More like a thought. After you two got together he felt like his hormones were all over the place. Even just a single hand holding got him worked up. He felt ashamed and embarrassed, because like⊠get it together? It almost felt like trying to control his flames all over again, just this time, he was finishing in his pants just at the thought of having you close.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what theyâre doing?)
Not experienced at all, but a fast learner!
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Anything he can see your face. I think he would be such a kisser during sex, more than he already is.Â
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
He is already a goofy individual per se, i think he would try to actâ be serious, the first time around. But as you two learn more about each other, he realises thereâs nothing better than him being himself. He loves your laugh and if he can make you feel good and laugh? Yeah thats a double win
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
I canât really see him as the type who grows a lot of hair in general. I do think he would have a very faint happy trail leading not a few hair, trimmed. Not too long, not shaved completely. Just comfortable for the both of you.Â
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He is romantic. Or tries to. Sometimes it seems like he is joking, but he is just an awkward ball. Overall, he is very very sweet. And wants nothing but to make sure you are well and feeling good. Also, soft whispers and moans in your ear/neck, he loves feeling your reactions when he does that.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
I mean⊠he probably has read some spicy manga before. Mostly when he was single. I donât know, he seems like the type to do so.Â
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
So⊠strong mummy kink? Yeah, I know. Biting, dry humping, fem dom, praise and worship, pegging.Â
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
His or your room. He needs the time and comfort to make you and him both feel good without distractions.Â
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
The vibes, but generally just you. Being together, maybe a makeout session turning into something more. Late night talks turning into sleepy sex. Showers turning more intimate. Just the intimacy, almost the domestic like, vibes between you two.Â
N = No (something they wouldnât do, turn offs)
restraints, sure, he loves pulling you close by his tail. But no, he wouldnât use it to make you stop moving. He likes the closeness too much, but especially because he doesnât want to hurt you. Anything that can hurt, is a no.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Big on receiving. The first time he gets a blow job I think he would probably see stars lmao. He also just loves holding your hair, caressing your cheeks and just praising you when you do it. But, he wonât pass down on giving. He will eat like he is starving, just saying. Â
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Is not sex, itâs love with him. Period. There might be some rough thrusts but itâs more out of a pleasure thing, not out of lust. His pace will change base on what you two both need, but it will always start off slow and sensual.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Not a fan. Maybe quickies n1 hater. He needs to take his time. However, i do think he would enjoy occasional foreplay or dryhumping without going further if you two do not have much time. Itâs a double edge sword, though, because once you two start he just wants to continue lol.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He does love risks, does he not? He would be down to experiment as long as you're too. Maybe trying some weird position you two read about, even if it turns out bad, he knows you two can just laugh about it.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Solid two. Objectively, he can go for more, but he is considerate of how many you want. As I have said, sex with him is more than just that. Is a whole emotional and mental connectionâ which can be draining in a good way.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
I donât think he does own some, but, if his partner does then he will be intrigued enough to try and use them on you.Â
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
A TEASE. Too much. But then you do it right back at him and he is whining, moaning and begging to stop.Â
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
LOUD. canât be silent for the life of him. He just canât. He wants you to feel good and for him to know. And vice versa he will do the same. His moans are the most beautiful thing ever.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
The first few times you two were intimate he was so nervous, just a mess, that a tiny flame or two would appear on his head especially towards the end, close to him finishing. He is still embarrassed about it to this day, especially because after the first time he came, he cried. It was just too good, ok? No judging.
X = X-ray (letâs see whatâs going on under those clothes)
Curved up, cute blushy pink tip, on the thicker side? Solid 6 inches when hard.Â
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
I think is high. Justâ high lmao. I do not know if itâs confirmed in canon, but do demons have a mating season? YeahâŠ
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Not fast, he would like for you two to chat a bit first. Maybe take a bath together and eat something. He is so big on intimacy time where sex is not involved. Just being closed, naked bodies close, as he caresses you and you two whisper sweet nothing to each other.Â
#ao no exorcist#ao no exorcist x reader#ao no excorsist imagine#blue exorcist#blue exorcist imagine#blue exorcist imagines#rin okumura#rin okumura headcanons#rin okumura x reader#headcanon#alphabet headcanon#rin okumura fluff
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Alright, I'm writing something close to their reunion. It'll just be a oneshot. I've rewatched the episodes again and my heart â€ïž đ.
Yearning to read post Meljay reuniting.
Imagine both having control over their magic and helping each other and bonding through their time together on a different level than usual. I know they both need it emotionally and physically. đ„șđąđđ«
#meljay#goldenforge#onlymeljay#they really made jayce go crazy by some type of ancient voice!?!?#and mel? like why is she suffering this bad?#black rose when i catch ya#need them to be all types of soft with each other#pics not mine#the body and mental horror they experienced
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I hate that whenever there's a gay ship, people immediately het-ify it. people are so obsessed with making one the "man" and one the "woman" when that's completely unnecessary, because they are both the man or the woman. It's extremely annoying. these people will completely mischaracterize a character to fit into their stupid little het roles they force on them.
for example, you don't need to make one man the "wife" and feminized him to the extreme and fit him in a traditional "woman" role so the other man can be the big strong masculine manly man. they can both be masculine or both be feminine or both be both at the same time! they do NOT need to be gendered opposites to fit het roles. crazy, I know! it's like no one considers it a possibility! or sees how good it can be to have them be equals without gendered nonsense.
when there's a gay relationship, you have the perfect opportunity for the couple to stand on equal ground. they get to be equals who are just as strong and just as soft as each other. there's no faulty power dynamics where one is above the other (because let's face it, society unfortunately deems masculinity > femininity). one doesn't need to protect the other. they can protect themsleves, fight aide by side as equals. one doesn't do all the housework. they share that duty equally. one isn't weak and pretty, while they other strong and manly. they both are strong and pretty, or masculine and weak at the same time.
equal relationships are amazing and need to be explored more and appreciated. there can be more understanding and working together. i'm bad at explaining what I mean, but I prefer these equal relationships over forcing them into opposite roles to mirror het relationships, which are usually extremely unbalanced and unequal. especially because these not het relationships! so why must they look like one? they can and should look different! so why does literally every shipper and writer out there make them so het coded?
I don't understand why people do this. do they actually believe all romantic relationships must mimic het ones to exist and thrive and purposely force that on them? or have they genuinely just not fathamed that they can be different and dont need to follow the expected het standards?
I wonder, it feels like no one actually knows how non-het relationships are meant to be and how they could work, since het ones are always forced down our throats since birth. it becomes The Standard that everyone thinks they must follow. maybe it's all people know since they don't see any other possibilities. their preferred dynamics for their ships are what we are taught and nothing different, because they don't know it can be different. i also think people might be obsessed with that whole "opposites attract" trope. but that opposite doesn't have to be the traditional het-fueld feminine vs masculine or wife vs husband characteristics. it can be other personality things like one is loud and one is quiet, one is dumb and one is overly smart, one is rich and one poor, etc. it doesn't have to be masculine vs feminine!
BREAK OUT OF THE HET NORMS!!!!! TEAR DOWN HETERONORMATIVITY!!!!!!!!! FREE THE GAYS
(disclaimer, not saying masculine vs feminine ships are all bad/shouldn't be done ever. but it doesn't need to be 100% of the time either đ
can't think of one ship people dont do this with lol)
#cant even say its only het shippers because lgbt shippers do it too#i enjoy the ships i see more as equals. like cynonari and xingyue for example#first ones that came to mine lol#everyone feminizes the shit out of nari calling him cynos wide constantly but they're both strong leader types with a soft side#wife*#THEYRE SO EQUAL???? AND THAT MAKES THEIR RELATIONSHIP SO STRONG????#then xingyue is funny because ive seen people frame BOTH yingxing and dan feng as the âwifeâ at different times. proof theyre equals!#maybe not proof lmao but you cant say the arrogant craftsman and proud dragon arent equals who get along super well#they arent het opposites at all imo. not even close#i just really enjoy balanced equals over unbalanced opposites. because the feminine is always seen as lesser and weaker than the masculine#and that always bothers me a lot lmao#im probably the minority here. im giving benefit of the doubt that people just never thought about it and do what theyre taught#but if everyone actually orefers this and its on purpose.......please reconsider đ€Ł#prefers*#lee text#lee rambles#gay#lgbtq#gay ships#one relationship i felt was presented as equals (from best of my memory) was korrasami#they balance each other out and i see them as equals. one doesn't lead over the other. they're both leaders in their own ways. and carers#one reason i dont date is because most people are ovsessed with this unbalance opposite gender roles thing and i cant stand it lmao#obsessed* am tired of tag typos i miss until after i hit enter hfhfhdhdjdjsjs#this was long and rambly but i suddenly had many feelings and needed to say them#*
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cross that line ê€ (l.h)
part two
pairing: Logan Howlett x fem!reader
summary: For a long time, you were content hiding your feelings, but lately, the longing for someone you canât have has become unbearable. Despite knowing he could never be yours, you still cherished the sweet ache in your heart whenever he smiled or gave you a warm, platonic hug. Then, one day, everything changed.
genre: fluff + angst + smut (18+ mdni)
word count: 14k (14k on the dot to be precise but yeah uhm. sorry. I swear I'm normal)
warnings/tags: friends to lovers, roommates to lovers, thunderstorms, idiots in love, mutual pining, assumed unrequited love, jealous!reader, reader is described as shorter than logan, emotional!reader, miscommunication kinda, inexperienced/virgin!reader, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, piv sex, soft!dom logan, ok⊠just in overall bye, logan is soft for reader, sub!reader, vaginal fingering, oral (f!receiving), multiple orgasms, creampie, overstimulation, major size kink, praise kink, dirty talk, oral fixation. some daddy kink? breeding kink aaaaa sorry. I wrote this while ovulating. theyâre both FREAKS. scent kink? lots of pet names. this is high key sweet and turns filthy. logan is worshipping his sweet girl ok! reader is a mutant. reader has hair, no further description though. this is not beta read sorry!
a/n: GUESS WHAT!!! user healmydesires is back with another self indulgent fic about a new blorbo! Iâve been having all random kinds of scenarios about logan in my head and I just didnât know which type of story to go with. until I felt like there werenât much of inexperienced/virgin reader fics for logan and tbh⊠thatâs kinda my brand (Iâm high key kidding but lowkey thatâs what I love to write the most) if youâve read my works so. I thought Iâll write what I WANT to read. so this is high key self indulgent. english isnât my first language so pls bear with me <3 also ngl.. a lot of it is just smut đ I literally wrote this while ovulating⊠EDIT (19/09): I kinda edited it a bit because it had a lot of grammar mistakes and I'd often jump from present tense to past tense so ye
this goes without saying, but if you don't like it don't read it <3
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Being roommates with your best friend had its perks. You were together almost all the time, sharing both the big and small moments. As fellow teachers, you could easily swap teaching tips, lend each other a hand with tasks, or offer guidance when you were feeling stuck. Your tall best friend effortlessly reached the top shelves, and you both enjoyed laughter-filled moments during movie marathons. Sharing responsibilities became more fun tooâsplitting chores like cooking and laundry felt easy and natural. Plus, there was comfort in knowing your best friend was always dependable, ready to support you whenever you needed it. And whenever you were in need of a hug, your best friend was probably already ready to envelop you in his warm embrace.
But it also had its disadvantages.
Especially considering that Logan Howlett, your best friend, was quite the menace.
Logan had always had a rugged handsomeness that effortlessly made people swoon all around him. It wasn't fair how pretty he was. He had always been lucky with finding partnersâor rather, when it came to finding bed or sexual partners. He'd often bring those one-night stands or partners to your shared apartment only to have sex with them. Logan had never been the type to stick with one person, always preferring flings over long-term relationships. Or so you thought.
You, on the other hand, had always craved a long-term relationship. You dreamed of finding your true loveâsomeone to share adventures with, to have fun with, and to dive into deep, meaningful and random conversations. You loved the idea of being with someone who let you be your true self, where you could spend hours talking about the most random thingsâdiscussing your favourite TV shows one minute, and passionately criticising capitalism and the world the next. You were all about affection, from kissing to being held, but you also longed to hold your partner close and make them feel cherished, just as much as you wanted to feel loved in return.
Unfortunately, you had never had the chance to experience anything like that.
It wasn't like you had never had the chance or had the opportunity to explore and possibly experience a potential relationship. You had just never been really interested in creating a relationship with a stranger.
Plus the thing was, your best friend wasn't just your best friend. You had been in love with Logan for god knows how long.
Charles Xavier was the one who had introduced you both, years ago. You remembered that day very vividly.
You had just arrived at the Xavier Institute, and the professor had offered you a two-sided job, to be a teacher at the school and be part of the X-Men.
You'd always done your best to keep your powers hidden, but being welcomed into a school designed for people like youâa mutantâfelt incredibly liberating. That's why you hadn't hesitated when Charles Xavier invited you to his school. You'd always known you were powerful, with the ability to control and manipulate water, but you had kept your abilities a secret, not wanting to be treated any differently in a world that didn't really like or understand people like you.
As the professor took you around the grounds, you couldn't help but be impressed by how big and beautiful it all was.
You were so captivated by the mansion's grandeur and stunning architecture that you didn't even notice a guy casually leaning against the nearest wall outside of Charles's office. But the moment your eyes met his, it felt as if time itself stood still. Looking into Logan's eyes, you felt like you could drown in them. You had never seen anyone so effortlessly handsome.
Completely entranced by him, you almost forgot to introduce yourself. Your body heated up in the moment, and the professor definitely noticed. Logan Howlett gave you a knowing smirk, making the warmth inside you intensify even more.
That day you both became friends, though you still didn't quite understand why, given how different you both were. Logan was gruff and blunt, while you, though capable of being direct, tended to choose your words more carefully. He was passionate and strong-willed and opinionated, and sometimes he let that get the best of him. You were deeply in tune with your emotions, while he always seemed to hold back, keeping certain feelings tightly guarded. Logan was never one to be very straightforward with his emotions. He would rather keep most of them to himself, and didn't want to seem too vulnerable. Communication was something you valued and needed a lot, but Logan, by contrast, didn't seem to rely on it as much. You were an overthinker, always caught up in your thoughts, and he would often step in to ease those worries of yours.
You could say that opposites attract.
Over time, your friendship grew, and one day he asked if you'd like to move in with him into a new apartment near the institute. He craved a bit more peace and genuinely enjoyed your company. It seemed like a good idea, so you thought, why not?
You couldn't pinpoint the exact moment you fell in love with your roommate. All you knew was that one day, you were suddenly overcome by an emotion so intense, it was unlike anything you'd ever felt before. It hit you all at once. Before Logan, you'd never really had a serious crush, never experienced feelings this powerful for anyone. You often told yourself it must have started shortly after you moved in with him, but deep down, you knew that wasn't the truth. This feeling had been quietly growing from the very first moment you met him, slowly building until it became impossible to ignore.
It was funny, you thought, how life had a way of bringing you thingsâand peopleâyou never realised you needed. People like Logan, who became so essential that you couldn't help but wonder how you had ever lived without them. People like Logan Howlett, who somehow managed to be both your saving grace and your greatest temptation.
â©âË.ââŸââșââ§
A few months into your roommate arrangement, you still couldn't get used to Logan constantly bringing one-night stands to your shared apartment. It was pure torment.
As you ate cereal at the kitchen island, one of Logan's many one-night stands quietly slipped out of the apartment. You rolled your eyes, as Logan routinely walked them through the apartment to the door, their faces often adorned with sly smiles as they fluttered their eyelashes at him. A knot of anger twisted in your belly as you watched them play with the collar of his shirt, their fingers lingering while he made no move to pull away. You'd never felt such intense rage before. He responded with a grunt as they would casually give him a goodbye kiss.
You hated experiencing feelings like these. It was a gross emotion, a heavy sensation that felt thick and tar-like, clinging to your chest and making you ache with its heavy weight.
Anxiety? Sure, you were often more anxious than most mutants, but that wasn't the feeling you had at this moment. Maybe it was jealousy? You disliked how that emotion fit so easily on your tongue, leaving a bitter taste.
Each time you witnessed these scenes unfold, jealousy and frustration would wash over you. Or how you'd feel utterly awful whenever you accidentally overheard them having sex.
As Logan reentered the apartment and closed the door behind him, you couldn't help but snort. âSo, what number are we up to now?â
He stared at you for a moment, before chuckling and shaking his head with a smirk. âNot sure, lost count.â He shrugged, grabbed an apple from the fruit basket on the kitchen island, and took a bite.
âWhat was their name?â you asked, staring daggers at your bowl of cereal.
Logan shrugged again. âI don't know, and honestly, I don't care,â he replied curtly before walking away.
You couldn't understand how he could be so nonchalant about this situation.
It wasn't just jealousy; you longed for any kind of affection or love from Logan, more than you ever thought possible. You were grateful to be his best friend and you knew it might seem foolish to hope for a chance with him, but you couldn't help yourself. Deep down, you feared you'd always feel this lonely, believing you could never fall for anyone but him. He was everything you craved and needed in life.
You felt foolish, constantly embarrassed and rejected. More than anything, you felt hurt, knowing that you were the only one to blame. It was your own feelings that had caused all this pain.
The thought of him one day falling in love with someone else made your stomach sink, but you pushed and suppressed your sadness aside daily. It didn't really matterâLogan was free to date whoever he wanted. He was your best friend, only his best friend.
One day, you'd have to come to terms with the fact that he would always be just your best friend.
You just hoped that one day it would become easier to deal with these feelings.
â©âË.ââŸââșââ§
It was the middle of a cold winter night â the air cool against your skin, even with your large pink puffer jacket to keep you warm. The thick curtain of night enveloped the sky, painting it a deep midnight blue, with stars twinkling like the clearest diamonds. Despite the cool ambient air, you found yourself relaxing, your shoulders gradually easing.
âYou see that there?â you pointed up at the starlit sky, leaning unconsciously into Logan's warmth as you both lay on the grass of the X-mansion grounds. âThat's the Pleiades. People often mistake it for the Little Dipper, but it's just a star cluster.â
Logan hummed, but his eyes were focused on you, how you gazed up at the stars with an awestruck expression. A gentle smile tugged at his lips, as he enjoyed how you looked so endearing as you were so engrossed in the stars that you loved so dearly.
He glanced up at the part of the sky you were pointing to, located the cluster of stars you had mentioned. He studied it for a moment and thought he had seen something similar to the Pleiades before, but never illuminated in the night sky like this. Logan's gaze then returned to the earth, settling back on the grass where he lay beside you.
âBeautiful,â Logan whispered as he stared at you. âTruly beautiful.â
You were too busy gazing up at the sky to realise that he wasn't talking about the sky.
For as long as you could remember, you had loved the night sky, finding its dark embrace profoundly comforting. More than that, you adored the starsâcoming out at night to bask in their radiance, with their distant coldness soothing your soul.
You had always felt so mesmerised about the universe, especially the stars and the moon. They appeared beautiful, glittering magnificently beside one another as they hovered in the upper stratosphere.
âWhy did you bring me out here, Lo?â you finally asked, looking up at your best friend. You noticed him smirk down at you and saw a fleeting hint of hesitant insecurity in his green eyes, but it disappeared as quickly as it had appeared.
He shrugged against you, still grinning. âI know how much you enjoy stargazing, and I'm aware you've had a rough week, so I wanted to give you a chance to relax for a bit.â
You softened as you gazed up at him. Logan was rightâyou had been having a rough week. The children had been sweet, but the workload had been overwhelming. You couldn't help but appreciate how Logan was always looking out for you.
âThank youâŠâ you whispered.
âAnything for you, sweetheart.â He winked before he looked back up at the sky. âWhy don't you show me another constellation?â
You giggled as you pointed out another cluster of stars, but more often than not, Logan found it hard to focus on the stars. After all, he had a bright light of his own by his side daily that captured all of his attention.
â©âË.ââŸââșââ§
A year had passed since you moved in with Logan, and autumn was already around the corner. The temperature was gradually dropping, and the air became crisper. The trees' leaves were starting to fade from vibrant greens to tamer shades of bronze and gold. You had always loved this time of yearâit was that perfect season where you could bundle up in layers when you were outside, then retreat indoors in the evenings, getting cosy with a hot chocolate and a good book.
It was during seasons like this that you found yourself wishing you could cuddle up with someone, enjoying a movie or simply each other's company. But it wasn't just anyone you wanted by your sideâit had always been Logan for you.
For the longest time, you were content in just keeping all your feelings hidden. Lately, though, the longing had been getting harder to bear. Wanting someone you knew you couldn't have was starting to feel unbearable, slowly eating away at you. And even though you knew he could never be yours, it didn't stop you from savouring the sweet ache in your heart every time he smiled or when he pulled you into a warm, platonic hug.
All the stupid fluttery feelings in your stomach every time his eyes would catch yours, or the way your heart beat fast whenever you were in close proximity to him. You knew it had been years since you'd known Logan, but you couldn't help the effect he always had on you. The way he left you yearning for more. But, of course, you tried to bury those feelings down deep, reminding yourself that Logan could never feel the same way about you as you felt about him.
â©âË.ââŸââșââ§
One lazy afternoon, with no classes scheduled for you to teach, you found yourself by the lake on the X-Mansion grounds, practising your water bending. The water flowed seamlessly around you as you moved your arms, bending it effortlessly to your will. As you went through each movement, you could feel a pair of eyes on you, observing every precise motion, your muscles tensing with each fluid shift. A light sheen of sweat formed on your brow, and your face held a fierce look of concentration as you focused on perfecting your stance and movements.
Several moments had passed, and the person watching you still hadn't spoken a word. By now, you were almost certain it wasn't just anyoneâit had to be Logan. Anyone else would have said something by now, maybe greeted you or asked about your training. But not Logan. He had a way of lingering in silence, watching you in that quietly intense way of his, never feeling the need to fill the space with unnecessary words.
âWell, are you just going to stand there and stare, or do you plan on saying something?â you asked, a playful smile tugging at your lips.
Logan grunted, âI think I'll just keep watching. I quite like the view from here.â
A flush of warmth spread across your face, butterflies fluttering wildly in your stomach at his words. You hesitated for a moment, pausing your movements before he spoke again.
âDon't stop on my account, sweetheart.â
You knew he was wearing one of his signature grins, and you so desperately wanted to wipe it off his face. As you grew more flustered, a wave of frustration built up inside youâhow could this man always have such an effect on you? An idea sparked in your mind, a mischievous smirk tugging at your lips. Deciding to continue your water bending practice while he watched, you let the water flow effortlessly around you, fully aware of his eyes tracking your every move.
Once a peaceful stillness settled in the air, you saw your opening. Without warning, you spun around with swift precision, bending the water toward him and drenching him in seconds.
Logan stood there, completely perplexed as you broke into a fit of giggles. He was drenched from head to toe, and you knew it wouldn't be long before he sprang into action. Sure enough, just seconds later, he smirked again, though this time it carried a sharper edge. âYou think this is funny, bub?â
âYeah, I kinda do,â you replied between laughs, unable to contain yourself.
But then, Logan's grin turned devious, and with a determined march, he began closing the distance between you. Your eyes widened in realisation, and without thinking, you bolted away.
âYou're not getting away with this, princess,â he called out, his voice low as he gave chase.
He moved swiftly through the gardens, but you were quicker, slipping just out of sight every time he got close. His eyes darted around, scanning the area, frustration slowly turning into determination. You could hear him muttering under his breath, his footsteps getting louder as he searched for you. Your heart raced as you ducked behind a tree, trying to stifle your laughter. The thrill of the chase had adrenaline coursing through your veins.
For a moment, you thought you had lost him, but then he sniffed and just as you peeked around the tree, you saw him spot you from across the grove. His eyes gleamed with mischief as a smirk curled at the corner of his lips. âI got you,â he muttered before he moved towards you with renewed speed. You tried to slip away again, but it was too lateâhe had you cornered.
Soon enough, two strong arms caged you in, trapping you between the tree and his chest. A startled yelp escaped your lips as you tried to back away, only to realise there was nowhere to go. âGotcha,â he murmured, his voice low and teasing, the familiar playful glint in his eyes making your heart race even faster.
You squirmed, trying to find a way out, but his grip tightened just enough to keep you in place without being overbearing. âLogan! Let me go,â you protested, laughter bubbling up in your throat despite your attempt to sound serious.
âThought you could get away that easily, huh?â he teased, leaning in so close that you could feel his wet clothes and the warmth of his body. The heat from his proximity spread across your own, making you acutely aware of how close you were. You bit your lip, your cheeks becoming hotter as his smirk widened. The sight of your flustered expression seemed to delight him, his satisfaction evident in his playful gaze.
âWell, this is cosy,â you remarked, but your voice barely rose above a whisper. There was a tremor in your tone, one that matched the rapid beat of your heart.
âHm, I think so too,â he responded with the same teasing tone. You gazed up at him with bright eyes as the golden hour of evening cast a warm glow around you both. It took all his willpower not to look away, not to acknowledge the tension that hung thick in the air.
You shifted against the tree, searching for a different way to elicit a reaction from him. Your touch light, almost accidental, but it sent a shockwave through him, his breath hitching in his throat. You could feel him stiffen, sensing the tension as he reacted to your contact.
He leaned in, just enough that he could feel your breath against his skin, just enough that the space between you became almost non-existent, and just enough to hear your breath hitch.
Logan closed his eyes, as he pressed his forehead against your own. Every time he tried to speak, the words got tangled up in the mess of emotions swirling inside him. All he could think about was how close you were, how your touch burned through him, how the smell of you, that unique soft scent of yours, filled his senses and made him want to lose himself in you.
âLoââ
Before you could finish, Ororo's voice rang out, calling your name. You felt a wave of disappointment wash over you as you realised your moment with Logan was interrupted. You had forgotten about the promise to cook together with her and Jean, and your friend's timing burst the bubble of what you thought might finally be a shared moment with him.
He grunted in frustration, pulling away from you and looking off to the side. Ororo, Jean, and even Scott soon found their way to you, their presence drawing closer. As they approached, each of them wore a grin that suggested they had noticed the tension between you and Logan. The air was thick with unspoken understanding, and it was clear that your friends had picked up on the charged moment that had just been interrupted.
You cleared your throat and stepped reluctantly away from Logan, trying to regain your composure. You forced a smile as you addressed your friends, saying, âSorry to keep you guys waiting.â You then walked away with Jean and Ororo towards the mansion, though you couldn't help glancing back over your shoulder. Each time you looked, a hint of longing appeared on your face as you cast a final, wistful glance at Logan.
As you walked away, you heard Scott remark, âYou look wet.â
Logan responded with a huff, âFuck off, Summers.â
You couldn't help but wonder what would've happened if your friends wouldn't have interrupted you.
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It had been Friday evening, and you were in your office at the institute, finishing up grading the last of the papers while waiting for Logan. The two of you had plans to head home together, but he had yet to come and find you. Growing impatient, you decided to look for him yourself. You grabbed your bag and jacket before going out of your office, closing the door silently behind you. The smell of stew wafted through the mansion as you jogged down the stairs from your office to the kitchen. You quietly approached and paused when you saw him with Jean. She was chopping vegetables, while Logan leaned against the island, holding a cup of coffee.
âI don't see why you don't just do it. Everyone can see how perfect you two are for each other,â Jean had sighed.
Your eyes widened and you bit your lip nervously as you instinctively hid behind the wall. You truly hoped Logan wouldn't smell your scent while hiding, considering his heightened sense of smell. You knew you shouldn't be eavesdropping, but your curiosity had gotten the better of you. Jean's words had left you intrigued about what they were discussing.
Logan huffed, âI've already told youââ he tried arguing, but Jean cut him off mid-sentence.
âLogan, come on,â Jean said pointedly. âYou keep denying it, but everyone here has seen the two of you dance around each other for years. You can't honestly tell me that you're just friends. Friends don't act the way you two do with each other.â
âWhat's that supposed to mean?â Logan asked, tilting his head to the side. Your stomach churned as you realised they were talking about the two of you. Silently, you pressed your back against the wall and shuffled further behind it, continuing to listen.
âIt means that friends don't stare at each other longingly, or they don't flirt with each other, and they certainly don't cuddle together while sharing the same bed,â Jean said, emphasising her point as Logan began to argue. âBesides,â she continued, âyou've known her for a while now. There's no one you've been more comfortable with than her. We all know you'll look after each other and be happy together. So why haven't you done anything about it? All we want is for you both to be happy,â Jean concluded.
You bit your lip at her words, feeling a mix of hope and nervousness churn in your stomach. With trembling fingers, you held your breath, waiting for Logan's response. When you heard him sigh, you felt your world begin to crumble around you.
âYeah, but Jean, it's not like that. We are not like that. We're just friends,â Logan had replied. You had pressed your teeth harshly into your lip, biting down so hard you feared you might draw blood. It was the only thing keeping you from sobbing out loud. Logan's words replayed over and over in your mind. While you had always known he felt that way, hearing it confirmed so casually had left your heart breaking.
Not wanting to listen any longer, you silently turned and hurried toward the main entrance, trying to be as quiet as possible. Once outside, tears flooded your vision as you ran to the mansion gates, searching through your bag for your phone to call a cab. Since you hadn't brought your car and had driven in with Logan that morning, calling a cab was your only option.
When the cab finally arrived, you slid into the backseat and gave the driver your instructions. As he drove you home, you took a deep breath, struggling to swallow the lump in your throat. Your breath came in labored gasps as you fought to keep from breaking down in tears. Your mind was running a mile a minute as you tried to process his words. Silently you let the tears flow down your cheeks.
When you arrived at your building, you paid the cab and noticed your phone buzzing incessantly. You quickly silenced it as you entered your apartment, not bothering to look at who was trying to contact you.
Once you entered your bedroom, you broke down just then as you let out a choked sob while stripping off your clothes. With great effort, you managed to put on your pyjamas before climbing into bed. Soon, you would let your destructive thoughts take over. Deep down, you knew you shouldn't have eavesdropped on their conversation and jumped to conclusions, especially since Logan wasn't done speaking with Jean. But you couldn't bear to stay and listen any longer. You felt too vulnerable as you let his words echo inside your head.
You had been ignoring all the texts from your friends and the calls from Logan specifically, too drained to even hold a conversation.
Eventually, you felt sleep overtaking you, utterly exhausted from a long workweek and an emotionally draining evening.ââââââââââââââââ
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That same night, you had jolted awake to the sound of a loud rumble. Outside, storm clouds loomed ominously over the city, with thunder crackling through them every few minutes. The storm had been raging outside your apartment, with thunder booming so fiercely it shook the windows. Curled up in your bed, you had whimpered softly, clutching a thick blanket tightly around youânot just for warmth, but for comfort and a sense of protection.
You had never liked thunderstorms, and by now, you must have tried a thousand different ways to distract yourself from them. You'd put on headphones to drown out the noise, but the knowledge of the storm outside still fed your anxiety. Thunderstorms always had a way of making you feel small and utterly helpless.
You felt a tightness building in your chest as you trembled beneath the sheets. Tears welled up in your eyes as you tried to steady your breathing and calm yourself down. In moments like these, you felt truly helpless. You knew you shouldn't feel ashamed for being this terrified, but you couldn't help it.
You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to focus on the song playing through your headphones, desperate to drown out the storm. Moments later, you felt the bed dip. Slowly, you opened your eyes and found Logan sitting at the end of your bed, his soft gaze fixed on you with a look of quiet concern. A wave of relief washed over you just at the sight of him. Part of you wanted to ignore him and continue being upset with everything that had happened earlier that evening, but you couldn't find the power to do so. After all, he probably didn't even know why you were upset and who were you even kidding, he was everything you needed.
He was sitting there shirtless, dressed only in a pair of grey sweatpants. His hair was tousled from sleep. If it weren't for the sheer terror you felt because of the storm outside, you knew your cheeks would be burning at the sight of him like this. You noticed his mouth moving and, reluctantly, you slid one headphone off your ear to hear him.
âW-what?â you squeaked, your voice barely above a whisper.
âSweetheart,â Logan whispered cautiously into the darkness.
At the sound of his voice, the tears that had been brimming in your eyes finally spilled down your cheeks. âI'm so sorry, I feel so stupid,â you whispered, taking off your headphones and quickly trying to wipe your tears away, embarrassed by your emotions and the fact that you were terrified by the storm.
Seconds later Logan was climbing up the bed and he was lying right next to you. His strong arms wrapped around your shaking form almost immediately, holding you tightly.
âShhh it's okay sweet girl, I've got you,â he whispered softly as he kissed your temple. Warmth spread through you at the action and you melted into his embrace.
âI hate being scared of them, Lo,â you mumbled into his chest as he squeezed you tightly.
âIt's okay princess, I got you. I won't let anything happen to you.â His hands, surprisingly soft, were stroking your skin in a soothing manner as he continued to press soft kisses around the top of your head.
As Logan held you, you felt yourself slowly begin to calm down. Even though the storm showed no signs of letting up, his presence made you feel much more at ease and secure. Logan meant everything to youâhe was your anchor.
âPlease, stay,â you whispered as the last few tears slipped down your cheeks.
In the dark, Logan whispered your name and tightened his embrace. âI'm not going anywhere, baby girl.â
As Logan held you close, you felt your body relax gradually. He gently ran his hand through your hair, pulling the covers over both of you and adding an extra layer of warmth.
You reflected on how he often spoke to you and the way he treated you with such care. You couldn't help but overthink his sweet and gentle treatment. You knew you were more emotional and needed extra reassurance and patience, but you had never considered that he might actually have feelings for you beyond friendship. You often felt like a burden to your friends and especially to Logan. You were fairly certain you were the only one he treated this way. His teasing sometimes seemed like it could be flirting, and despite your attempts to deny it, deep down you sensed that you were somehow special to him.Â
But another part of you couldn't shake what he had said earlier that night to Jean. You felt deeply conflicted and confused about everything happening between the two of you. The uncertainty and mixed emotions left you struggling to understand his true feelings, unsure of how to navigate the situation.
So you did what felt best to you, which was communicating. Even if you hated confrontation so much, you hated being unsure even more.
âLo?â your voice trembled as you whispered against him.
âYeah, sweet girl?â He said gently.
You took a little longer to respond, lost in your own thoughts, overthinking everything. Your heart was practically beating out of your chest. Sensing your hesitation, Logan spoke up again, breaking through your spiralling mind.
âAre you okay?â he asked, his voice lingering in the air as your eyes fluttered open. His head was tilted slightly, worry etched across his face.
â'M-am fine⊠I justââ you stuttered, your voice cracking. Logan stared at you, waiting patiently for you to finish. âI need to talk about something, or-or it will probably eat me alive if I don't.â
Logan's brow furrowed as his concern deepened, but he remained patient, waiting for you to continue.
âI- I overheard you and Jean earlier tonightâŠâ your voice barely above a whisper.
Recognition settled over him at your words. He sighed shortly after. âWhat exactly did you hear?â
âYou saidâŠâ your voice faltered, cracking slightly before you took a deep breath, closing your eyes. âYou said we weren't like 'that,' and that we were just friends. After hearing that, I couldn't stay. It hurt too much.â You paused, your words tumbling out in a rush. âI know I shouldn't have eavesdropped, and I'm sorry... I justââ Your voice trailed off as you buried your face in his chest, your rambling finally coming to an end.
He let out a deep sigh, pulling you closer into his embrace. One of his hands gently cupped your cheek, causing your breath to hitch at the contact. âSweetheart,â he said, his voice steady but filled with warmth. Slowly, you opened your eyes, tears welling up as you met his gaze. Logan's expression softened, and he let out a soothing sound. âAngel, if you'd stayed a little longer, you would've heard the rest of the conversation.â
âW-what?â You squeaked, your heart pounding against your chest as you anxiously waited for him to continue.
âFirst of all,â he began, locking eyes with you as he spoke, âI told Jean that I couldn't tell you how I felt because I never thought you'd feel the same way. I figured you were better off not knowing how I feel about you becauseâŠâ His voice faltered for a moment, a heavy sigh escaping him before he continued, âI've always believed I didn't deserve someone like you. Someone so beautiful, so patient, intelligent, caring and so sweet.â
âLoââ It was difficult to process everything he had said. You had been so sure that he didn't feel anything more than platonic for you, so hearing that he did was overwhelming and you needed to let it sink in. âI just thought... you know, with all the people you've had over in the past, you wouldn't feel anything for me,â you said, your sadness making it hard to finish the sentence and your nerves bracing for the words you had been dreading to hear.ââââââââââââââââ
âI know it sounds stupid, but I kept convincing myself that if I would have meaningless sex with random people that I would get over you. That if I told you how I felt, Iâd lose you,â he went on, his vulnerability tugging at your heart. âThatâs the last thing I want. You mean too much to me to risk that. I love you, and the thought of losing youâeven if it meant not having you the way I wantedâwas unbearable.â
Tears welled in your eyes, slowly slipping down your cheeks as he poured out his heart, leaving you in disbelief. You hiccuped through your tears, âYou... y-you love me?â
His expression softened further as he took in your puffy eyes and tear-streaked cheeks. Gently, he used his hands to wipe away the tears that were slipping down your cheeks, handling you with far more tenderness and care than you had shown yourself earlier.
âOf course I do,â he replied softly. âIn every universe, there's no one I love more than you.â
âLogan, you deserve me. Just as much as I deserve you,â you said, cupping his cheeks as tears continued to stream down your own. âYou don't have an idea how much I love you.â
Logan smiled softly before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. His arms tightened around you as he began to pepper your face with tender kisses. You couldn't help but giggle against him, feeling the tension between you both melt away bit by bit. The tears slowly came to a stop.
As the emotional intensity of the moment subsided, you felt a sense of relief and contentment. The storm outside seemed to fade into the background as you basked in the warmth of your newfound understanding. You knew that challenges would still come, but facing them together felt infinitely more manageable now that you had acknowledged your feelings for each other.ââââââââââââââââ
After placing a final kiss on the tip of your nose, he pulled back, his gaze filled with such deep affection that it left you feeling overwhelmedâbut in the best possible way.
Logan caressed your face with fondness as he admired you. âYouâre beautiful.â
Youâd feel flustered instantly. âYouâre so handsome Logan.â You whispered timidly.Â
âReally?â Heâd smile down at you.Â
âYes,â you whispered, continuing to meet his gaze shyly, your heart racing as his touch lingered on your skin.
You felt his hand slip beneath the hem of your nightshirt, his fingers tracing the soft skin of your back. A shiver ran down your spine at his touch, drawing his playful gaze as his eyes glinted mischievously. Your breath hitched when his other hand brushed against your bottom lip, sending warmth flooding through your body as his touch became more intimate, exploring you with quiet intensity.
âDo I make you nervous?â he teased with a devious grin.
âI guess you do,â you admitted, biting your lip bashfully.
âAnd why's that?â Logan asked, leaning in even closer. You could feel his breath against your lips, his nose brushing gently against yours.Â
Thereâs a moment of silence as Loganâs face moves closer and closer to your own, both unable to verbalise just how desperate either of you feel for each other.
His hands are warm as they wander all over your back, underneath the soft fabric of your pyjamas. Your eyes flutter close as you enjoy his attention. You feel yourself get lightheaded by his affection and by the close proximity of your bodies.
As your eyes remained locked with his, the intensity between you grew. You found yourself studying every detail of Loganâs faceâthe small moles scattered across his skin, his beautiful green eyes, the rough stubble along his jawline. Your gaze drifted from his eyes, down the slope of his nose, until you were irresistibly drawn to his lips. His mouth looks so inviting.
How much youâve dreamed of having them on your own.
You swallowed dryly at the intensity behind his eyes, your heart beating madly in your chest. A flare of heat rushed to your cheeks as you resolved to reveal the truth. You didnât want to keep it from him any longer, especially with him looking at you as if he was about to devour you.
âB-because Iââ you finally spoke as you stumbled over your words. You felt weak in his presence, but in the best way imaginable. Heat spreads through your body, a feverish sensation overwhelming your senses. Your heart raced, refusing to calm down, and your limbs trembled uncontrollably. It wasnât the kind of fever that came with illness, but a warmthâtingling, like anticipation coursing through your veins. You whimpered as the same warmth settled between your thighs. âI need y-yoââ
Before you could finish your sentence, his lips crashed onto yours, kissing you with an intensity and passion that left you trembling and helpless, while soft whimpers escaped your throat. Heâd tug your body fully closer against his own as his mouth claimed yours.
All your thoughts overwhelmed your brain, disabling any rational understanding of what was going on. Gradually, you leaned into Logan, melting into his embrace. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed him back.
Logan groaned as he continued to kiss you with a fierce intensity, giving everything he had. You felt his tongue tracing your lips slowly. Knowing what he wanted you parted your mouth slightly, allowing him to slip his tongue inside and swirl it around yours.
You absorbed all his passion, savouring the warmth of his closeness and the sensation of his rough yet soft hands holding you tightly. You didnât want to ask how this was happening, nor did you dare question whether it was real or just a dream.
One of his hands roamed over the bare skin of your back beneath your pyjama shirt, leaving goosebumps in his wake, while the other explored the tender curve of your neck. He held you with such tenderness as his mouth continued to move ferociously against yours.
You whimpered against him as warmth and wetness continued to pool between your thighs, your pussy throbbing as his voice rumbled with a chuckle. âYou okay there, kitten?â he asked softly, his voice low as his lips brushed against your jaw.
You knew he could smell your arousal, knew he could hear how fast your heart was beating. You bit your lip, trying to stifle another sound, and you tried to bury your face into his chest, feeling the heat spreading across your face and body. Logan was having none of that, his lips quickly reunited with yours. He groaned softly, a deep rumble in his chest, as you trailed your tongue out to seek purchase in his mouth, and he opened for you without hesitation. His hands gripped at your waist and brought your body flush against his.
You wanted Logan to consume your very being. Claim you as his completely.
Soft little noises of pleasure kept leaving your mouth as he continued to kiss you. His lips pressed against yours, guiding the kiss with a gentle control that made you melt into his embrace. You surrendered completely, letting him lead as you revelled in the sensation. He was so good at kissing that all you wanted was to stay in this moment with him forever.
He pulled away after what felt like hours to breathe, his warm pants fanning across your heated face. He was still holding your face with one hand, and his thumb on your cheek moved a little, stroking your skin with so much tenderness. Murmuring against your lips, he said, âIâve wanted to do this for so long. I love you so much.â before delving back in for more.
You whimpered as he nipped at your bottom lip, then gently swiped his tongue over it to soothe the sting. You gasped, and Logan seized the moment to explore the inside of your mouth with his tongue once again. As the kiss grew more heated, you moaned, feeling lightheaded and dizzy.
Surprisingly, you completely forgot about the storm thatâs raging outside.
Logan devoured you, pouring all his love into you and claiming your mouth and kissing you with so much passion, your body shuddered with want, from the need for him. He moved his lips with yours and swirled his tongue with your own. His hand then moved to tangle in your hair as he pressed his body to yours completely.
Your hands moved to bury in his hair as well. When you pulled at his hair it was a bit rougher than you intended to and it tips his head all the way back and he lets out a loud, wanton moan that makes your whole body flush with arousal. You whined as he finally pulled away, as he left your body flush and panting and craving so much more.
His mouth then moved from your lips to your cheeks as he whispered his love for you again and again. He started trailing long, hot kisses down your jaw and neck. You whimpered pitifully as he suckled lightly on the side of your neck, tilting your head back instinctively to bare more of your soft skin to him.
âFuck, baby, youâre everything.â He groaned as he bit down gently on the junction of your neck and shoulder. You cried out, impulsively grinding your hips against his own, desperately searching for some much needed friction against your throbbing clit. âYouâre mine.â Heâd growl against your skin.
You gasped, your eyes flying open when you felt his erection pressing against your pussy. You moaned as your core started clenching around nothing, begging for some attention, his attention.
Logan groaned as you continued to grind against him, grasping your hips into his hands to halt your movements. You whined in protest, as he then rolled you both over, hovering above you as he pinned your arms gently against the mattress.
âSo needy.â He chuckled as a devious smile would grow on his face. âDoes your sweet little pussy want some attention?â He grinned when you whimpered underneath him, before he continued. âI can always smell how much you need me.â He growled before he rolled his hips against yours again. âThis virgin pussy is always begging for me to fill her.â
You didnât have time to become embarrassed as high pitched whimpers slipped past your lips as he continued to grind against you. Youâve craved this man so bad, and now that he was yours you didnât want to hold back anymore. He intertwined your hands together as he moved his big straining and clothed cock against your now soaked panties.Â
âLove those little noises you make for me, such a good girl.â He moaned against the skin of your neck as he pressed open mouthed kisses and licks across your skin.Â
You whined as he gave you a particular hard thrust. You could feel how massive he felt as he rubbed his cock against your clothed folds. You couldnât deny that it made you nervous but all you could think about was that you needed and wanted him to take you so bad. More wetness would pool down your heated cunt as you fantasise about him filling your tiny pussy with more than just his cock. âAh, n-need yo-you LoâŠâ
Suddenly everything became overwhelming, the temperature in the room rising quickly, the feel of his thick cock thrusting against you, the feel of his touch as it wandered all over your skin and the fact that you were going into a foreign but intimate territory with your best friend had you feeling hot all over.
His features softened as he took in how overwhelmed and flustered you looked. He slowed down his movements and one of his hands would move to hold your face as he slowly leaned down to peck your lips. âYouâre okay baby girl, Iâve got you. I will take good care of you.â He whispered against your lips. His low voice sent a new wave of arousal down your body. âTell me what you need, kitten.â
âYou, I need you, Logan. I've always only needed you,â you whimpered against his lips as you reconnected them. His hands gently caressed your thighs, and your mind became hazy with intense lust and overwhelming love for him. Your brain instantly turned into mush as you continued to kiss each other passionately.
The kiss then increased with an intensity that had you gasping for breath. You rolled your hips into his, rubbing your throbbing clit against him for some friction against your core. You moaned into his mouth as you rubbed against him. The front of his sweatpants strained as he moved along with you.
As you kept losing yourself in the kiss, you felt his hands wander up your thighs up to the hem of your shirt. His fingers brushed delicately over the sides of your ribs, moving up and down your skin repeatedly, his fingertips mapping out every dip and curve as they wandered all over your skin.
âYou're beautiful,â he whispered against your lips, admiring you, making you glance up at him shyly from beneath him. He pulled away just slightly only for him to hold the hem of your shirt, and you could tell what he was about to ask before he opened his mouth. You bit your lip and nodded vigorously, causing him to chuckle breathlessly. âYou want me to take this off?â He questioned as he tugged at the fabric gently.Â
You nodded bashfully, unable to use or trust your voice during that moment.Â
He smiled softly, his hands gently brushing under your shirt before hooking his fingers into the fabric. Slowly, he lifted it, and you raised your arms to help him slip it off.
You felt heat rising on your skin the way his eyes roamed all over you, taking in every little detail. The way Logan was looking at you, eyes filled with nothing but love, adoration and lust, made you feel so alive.
He discarded the piece of clothing to the side and began mouthing along your collarbone with affection. You trembled underneath him as he showered you with his attention. âYouâre so beautiful,â he whispered repeatedly as his mouth travelled all over your exposed skin.
His large hands moved to the curve of your waist where it met your hips and clutched it, holding you tight as he littered damp kisses and nips to your shoulders and any skin along the way down to your breasts. You whimpered as he traced the tip of his nose over the swell of your breast.
He smirked as he looked up at you, breathing in through his nose as he inhaled your scent and you couldnât help but shiver when he exhaled warmly through his mouth and onto your nipple. âFuck, baby girl, youâre so hot.â
Then, he wrapped his lips around one nipple, teeth just skimming your skin as he sucked and licked with passion.
âL-Lo,â you mewl as you try to grind your hips against him, your cunt seeking friction as it throbs with need.
âFeeling good kitty?â He quipped back as he grins up at you. You felt your skin flush with heat as you just stared down at him. Lust was written all over your face and he had no trouble reading your expression. So he resumed licking, long, lavishing licks with the flat of his tongue over your pebbled nipple as the other hand which was occupying your other breast, travelled all the way down to your panties.Â
As his fingers slipped underneath the band of your lacy underwear, down to where you needed him the most, his mouth fell open to unleash a loud groan onto your nipple as he felt your wetness, sliding his fingers between your soaked folds.
He explored your wet cunt patiently. Heat overwhelmed your senses as Logan continued to litter soft kisses all over your chest. Your hands found his head, running your fingers through his hair as his mouth continued to wander all over your naked skin.
Loganâs lips moved slowly down your body, kissing every little place he could find on your skin while his hands traced along.
Soon, he would retreat his hand from your heat, leaving you a whimpering mess. He then leant forward, his face meeting your sex, breathing in the smell of your pussy, running his nose against the damp patch on your underwear. You whimpered as he inhaled your scent. âFuck kitten,â he growled as he couldnât seem to stop smelling you. âThis pussy smells so good, I canât wait to taste ya.â
A devious smile played on Loganâs lips as he looked up at you through his eyelashes. âI am sure you taste just as good as you smell, if not better.â He groaned before taking your underwear between his teeth, while pulling it off your legs slowly. A shuddering breath left your lips, speechless as you watched him take off your lacy panties, becoming needier the longer you watched him. Logan kept looking at you as he slid down your body, pulling it off of you when it reached your ankles.
Once he took them off completely he gently pushed your legs wide for him, whimpering as the air hit your wet slit. He took a moment as his eyes took over you, your glistening centre clenching around nothing as he continued to stare at your wet hole. The man between your legs would moan at the sight. Not much later, Logan smirked as he kissed all the way up to your leg, taking his sweet time to give your body the attention you deserved. He pressed soft kisses from your ankles up to your knees, his hands moving along with his mouth, caressing the insides of your thighs as he gradually moved up your legs.
His lips lingered on your thighs, licking and sucking some kisses on your soft skin, Loganâs lips were so close to where you needed him the most yet he felt so far away.
âSo pretty,â he murmured as he guided your legs over either of his shoulders.
You were about to beg as his lips detached from your thigh, only for moments later to feel him nuzzling against your pussy, smearing your juices across his lips and opening you up to his skilled tongue.
You gasp and squirm at the contact of his wet tongue.
He then pulls back for a second, âpussy tastes so good,â he moaned before his fingers moved to spread your outer lips for him. âBut I think I'm gonna play with my girl for a bit.â Logan smiled as he slid a finger inside of you, watching the way your body squirmed at the sensation, moaning against the pillow next to you as you tried to muffle yourself.
You moaned as he moved his thick and long finger inside your tight walls. âSo wet for me baby girl, youâre literally dripping on my finger,â he said before he pressed some kisses on your pubic bone, making you buck your hips in response. âEasy, kitty, we have all night.â
âL-Logan, please please I need more. Need your mouth and just. More. Pleaseeee need you so baââ your whining got cut off the moment you felt his lips wrap around your clit, sucked it into his mouth, coaxing a loud but broken moan out of you. âF-Fuck!â
You felt like screaming, you didnât know what to do with your hands, feeling so lost and overwhelmed with the pleasure Logan was giving you already. He dove between your legs, licking a stripe up through your folds and teasingly dipping his tongue into your entrance along with his finger before he travelled up to your clit, spreading your lips with his wet appendage before sucking your button into his mouth.
The whine that came out of you only drove Logan to seek out more of those heavenly sounds. As his one single digit pumped in and out of you, you couldnât help but appreciate that his fingers felt so much more pleasurable and thicker than your own. As bliss overwhelmed your senses, you felt your whole body start to tremble.Â
Your core began clenching around his finger, begging for more. He pumped his finger in and out of you at a leisurely pace. Instinctively you tried moving your hips, slowly, grinding against his hand and mouth as he moaned. He gave you an intense look as he continued to fuck you with his finger. His eyes couldnât seem to stay in one place as he admired how beautiful you were underneath him.
You were panting heavily, barely able to think straight, your mind turning hazy as he slowly slipped a second finger inside your tight channel.Â
Logan moved them slowly at first as your pussy tried to adjust to the addition. The stretch was overwhelming but oh so satisfying. Little whimpers left your lips as he fucked you with his fingers. He moved his face back to meet yours, engulfing you in a passionate kiss, swallowing all your little mewls.
You gasped, his tongue slipped inside your mouth, kissing you with so much passion, giving you everything he had to offer. âThat feels good doesn't it, princess?â Logan groaned as his thumb made contact with your clit. You bucked your hips and nodded quietly. âUse your words pretty girl,â he taunted while he curled his fingers inside you as he played with the sensitive spot inside you.
âYes, please please Lo, feels⊠so good.â You moaned loudly.
Soon his lips travelled all the way down your body as whines and whimpers left your trembling lips, silently begging for more â all while he was still finger fucking you.
Logan inhaled your scent as soon as he leaned forward, but didnât let you wait in anticipation much longer. He wet his lips before his head dipped between your legs, warm tongue licking a slow stripe across your outer lips, all the way up to your button.
âAh, fuck!â You cried out, your hips bucking off the mattress.Â
Squeaky, senseless noises bubbled up from your throat wantonly. Your hips stuttered against him and he just sighed like there was nothing in the world he'd rather do than this, eating you out on your bed.
You were a mess of his name, chanting and stuttering over and over again like a prayer. Your eyes squeezing shut to the point of tears, his mouth licked up your clit, as he continued to finger you while one of his other hands was holding your hip, pinning you to the soft sheets as you bucked into him, trying to urge him to do more.
The way he build up your arousal by pumping his fingers in and out of you, curling up ever so slightly to find the spongy spot inside of you. The familiar coil in your belly continued to build up as Logan suckled on your sensitive bud. Your abdomen tightened as he began quickening his pace again, his fingers hitting into that sweet spot with precision, had your toes curling as you clenched your thighs around his head.
Logan was lapping at you with determination, moving his fingers continuously as he slowly got you to the edge.
âOh, myââyou whimpered, trembling digits sinking half into his brown hair and the other against your teeth, as you tried to silence yourself. âFuck, aahh Logan, f-fuckâŠâ
He moaned against you as his lips sealed around your clit and you bucked your hips at the action. Warmth spread throughout your whole body as he began talking you through it. âFuckinâ- you taste so good. Feels so good. Youâre just⊠everything.â
You whimpered as he continued. âCome on,â he grunted as he pumped his fingers faster in and out of you. âCome on baby, cum for me.âÂ
âAh, d-daddy,â You gasped loudly as your whole body trembled even more, the hot familiar feeling continued to spread all over your body, your body tingling, your hips moving at their own accord against Loganâs hand and face. Totally unaware of the word that slipped past your lips as your body tensed as he called you âa good girlâ and shortly after you came against his mouth and around his fingers.Â
âThatâs my girl.â
Your whole mind felt like exploding and all you could see were stars. You felt so overwhelmed by the amount of pleasure and emotions you were experiencing. Your body still trembled as you felt yourself come down from your high.
As you slowly came back to your senses you felt him gently pull his fingers out of your pulsing hole. But you still felt Loganâs mouth on you, licking and sucking at your pussy and it didnât feel like he was gonna stop any time soon. You whined as he moaned against you while he licked against your tight entrance, licking up your release, his tongue prodding your slick hole.
ââS too much.â You whimpered at the overstimulation.
Logan ignored your pleas, moaning against your heat as he continued to eat you out. The man you adored so much between your legs kept sliding his tongue up and down your sensitive slit. Your little mewls and other noises of ecstasy spurred him on, to move his lips back up to your clit, sucking the nub softly between his lips.Â
âYou love having daddy eat your sweet pussy donât you?â He smirked, looking up at your flustered and embarrassed face as he continued licking your soaked cunt. âNo need to be embarrassed, baby. I like it.â
The walls of your pussy clenched furiously, the empty feeling inside you intensifying with every lick, and as your wetness trickled out of you, your core practically begged him to fill it up.
âOh sweet girl.â Logan tutted as you began grinding your hips against his face as moans kept spilling from your lips. âYouâre so sensitive, kitten.â He chuckled as he pressed a kiss to your clit.Â
Eventually he leaned down, finally slipping his tongue into your entrance, he curled the muscle upward to brush your walls, the sight of your fingers bunching the fabric of the sheets in a tight grip encouraged him to do it again and again.
Writhing below him, you felt him lick up and press against a sensitive spot inside that had you seeing stars, while your hips bucked against his face uncontrollably. Your fingers moved once again, gripping onto his dark hair rather harshly as you pushed your hips against his face shoving his tongue deeper inside your hole.
âPlease,â you begged. ââM close.â
âPlease what?â He taunted as he continued to lick your heat.
âP-please,â you stuttered and paused before finishing timidly. âDaddy.â
âGood girl,â he said before plunging his tongue back inside you as his thumb came up to press against your little bundle of nerves. Moments later, the tension snapped inside your lower tummy, cumming with a loud whine, your hips stuttered as your vision blurred. You cried out his name, your voice unable to remain steady.Â
Your hips stuttered until the final waves of aftershock pass. As you slowly came back down to reality again while you tried to catch your breath, you heard him praising you softly while he continued to lap at your wetness gently. You whined and nudged him away with your leg, only to react with a chuckle.
âTaste so good, baby. Could eat your sweet pussy all day.â He grinned as he licked the wetness off his mouth. Logan smirked, holding eye contact with you as he brought his glistening fingers to his mouth.
You giggled as he licked his fingers clean, feeling slightly embarrassed by the action. Trying to hide your flushed face, you lazily raised your hands to cover it, but Logan wasnât having any of it. With a gentle smile, he placed tender kisses all over your hands, pulling them down slowly. Then, he leaned in closer, pressing sweet kisses to your nose, your forehead, and both your cheeks before finally capturing your lips. Each kiss was playful, filled with warmth, as laughter bubbled softly between you, his grin widening against your mouth.
He pulled away with a satisfied sigh, a warm smile spreading across his face as he reached to touch the side of your neck, tracing his fingertips up and down.
You exhaled as you melted at the feel of his touch and kissed his thumb as it came to trace across your lips. Your shaky legs wrapped around his hips, and with a playful gleam in your eyes, you gave his thumb a tender lick, holding his gaze as you rubbed your still sensitive heat against his clothed cock.
âF-fuck, you canât just do that kitten.â He groaned as his hands came to hold your hips, stilling your movements.
You whined, pouting as you looked up at him. âWhy not?â
âItâs hard to control myself around you.â He grunted as he started grinding his cock against you. Your gaze wandered downward, following the line of the vein near his V-line as it disappeared beneath his grey sweatpants. You couldnât help but whine underneath him as he continued to grind his covered cock against your growing wetness. You gasped after giving you a particular hard thrust, thatâs when you realised and felt he wasnât wearing any underwear underneath them. He felt massive. âIâve been trying to control myself for years. I think Iâd have to control myself a bit longer.â
âW-why?â you hiccuped as he kept rutting his hips into yours.
âDonât wanna hurt ya.â He mumbled, as his cock strained against his sweatpants.
âBut I know you wonât.â You said, your voice steady, filled with all the confidence you could summon. You watched as his jaw clenched, his grip tightening slightly as he held himself back, resisting the urge to just take you like he always wanted.
âHow are you so certain?â His breath hitched when you tightened your legs around him.
âI-I, because I trust you.â You continued to stutter as you both rolled your hips against each other. His eyes darkened with desire, but you could tell he was trying to restrain himself, fighting against what he truly wanted, even though the tension between you was nearly unbearable. Still, you held his gaze, unwavering. âBecause you love me.â
Logan groaned, his eyes squeezing shut as he fought to keep control, every muscle in his body tense with the effort. You could see the conflict etched across his face, the battle between what he wanted and what he was trying to hold back. His grip on you tightened slightly, a sign of the restraint still lingering in him, though it was slowly slipping away. His breathing was ragged, and for a moment, you thought he might give in. But then, he swallowed hard, forcing himself to stay still, clinging to the last shred of restraint that hadnât left him yet. âYou donât know how hard this is,â he muttered through gritted teeth, his voice thick with desire. âHow difficult itâs been, every day since I met you, trying to hold back while being around you.â
âI think I do, Logan,â you whispered, gazing up at him. âMaybe not in the exact way you feel it, but Iâve struggled too, convincing myself daily that I could never have you. And now, realising I couldâve had you from the startâitâs almost unbearable.â You bit your lip, noticing how his expression softened. âThatâs why I donât want us to hold back anymore. I donât think I can endure it any longer. Please, I need you, Logan. I love you, and Iâll always want youââ
Your words were cut off as Logan surged towards you, cupping your face as he kissed you passionately. His lips moved fervently against yours, as if he was trying to make up for every moment of restraint. Making up for any lost time. The intensity of his kiss made your head spin, your heartbeat quickening as you melted into his embrace. His hands then started roaming around your body, his hold on you tightening occasionally, pulling you closer, while his breath grew heavy as you felt every emotion as he kissed you. You clung to him, pouring out every feeling and emotion out with every heated kiss.
âI love you,â Logan murmured between tender kisses, breathlessly whispering your name.
Your own hands began wandering all over his body and eventually down his solid chest until your fingers met his abdomen, slipping momentarily underneath the waistband of his sweatpants. With a mix of urgency and desire, you tugged at them while whimpering underneath him as you continued to kiss him deeply.
âJust relax, baby. Iâve got you,â he whispered softly after pulling away from the kiss. He eventually took it upon himself to slowly peel back, shuffling a bit to rid himself of the last piece of fabric on his body. He tossed it aside, fully exposing himself to your hungry eyes.
Your breath hitched, your eyes wide. Fuck, he was massive. Long and thick in all the right ways. Just as you thought, the vein between his V Lines moved down to his cock. A spark of heat shot down to your pulsing core as you imagined how he would fit or fill you up. But it was also accompanied by a twinge of nerves.
Logan chuckled as he moved closer to you, his lips chasing your own as he enveloped you in another sweet but deep kiss.Â
The two of you kissed languidly for a moment, treasuring the heat of each other's bodies as your lips slot together with ease, but soon enough the kisses become deeper, more frantic and hands start to grip tighter and legs tangling together.Â
It's like you're both starved, this insatiable hunger for each other.Â
You couldnât help but roll your hips against his to feel his thick cock. You whined as it turned slick as you kept grinding yourself against him, and he had no trouble gliding his hips against you and rutting it into your clit.
You gasped openly into his mouth, desire growing quickly. You were so wet. Logan swallowed your whines with his lips against yours, hips rolling against you. He kissed you full with fervour, his grip on you intensifying heatedly.
He held his length in his hand as he kept rubbing the head of his cock from your entrance, up to your clit, circling until you were squirming underneath him, and back down. The thought of his thickness finally entering your pussy made you wetter by the second, turning you more on. Logan swallowed your little mewls with his mouth, his hips rolling with yours.
You were trembling against him, full of anticipation. His body covered your whole body with his. You writhed against him, wishing he was just in you already and filling you up and consuming you with pleasure once again.
âP-please, Logan.â You stuttered, your body trembling underneath him as you waited for his next move.Â
Logan hummed as he concentrated while circling your clenching hole teasingly. You arched your back slightly as you whined, silently begging to finally fill your pussy the way youâve always wanted him to do.
âRelax, baby girl.â He whispered after he licked and kissed underneath your ear.
âPlease d-daddy, I-I need you.â You whimpered in anticipation. Logan would grunt loudly before nudging the tip of his cock against your soaked hole. Your legs trembled underneath him, a mix of nerves and excitement. âWant you to fill this little pussy. Need you t-to fill it with more than your cock. N-need your cum.â You whispered seductively against his ear as his last bit of restraint snaps.Â
At your words, Logan gradually put more pressure on your entrance making you whimper underneath him, once he finally slid his tip inside you, a gasp elicited from the both of you.
Youâre aware this was just barely the tip of him, but you couldnât help but feel the stretch burn already. Logan slid in so slowly it was agonising. You cried out as he gradually pushed more of his pulsing cock inside your own clenching hole. He was so big.
You tangled your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling slightly as you whined underneath him. He panted along with you, his warm breath fanning over your face while he kept his forehead pressed against yours. The stretch stung, but his pace kept it bearable. He guided himself a centimetre further, then another, another, until you were digging your nails into his scalp, a gasp spilling from your lips.
His hips stilled instantly once he heard the pained noises falling from your lips. Tears began to prickle at your waterline, a combination of discomfort and the overwhelming feelings that were coursing through you.
âDoing so good for me baby,â he praised as he peppered your face with gentle kisses. âYouâre doing so good for me.â
âPlease,â you whimpered as your eyes fluttered close.
Logan continued to move almost painfully slow, letting you adjust to every centimetre of him. After a couple of seconds you were able to relax more into it. You whimpered, clutching his shoulders at the stretch, the heat in your abdomen growing as your walls fluttered around him, pleasure beginning to bloom in your stomach.
âSo fullâŠâ you whined.
âSuch a good girl,â he grunted softly. You think there wasnât a possibility to get more wet but as he utters those words you felt your heat get even more wet. He leaned down as he kissed your lips gently, as he filled you up bit by bit. He hoped the sweetness of his embrace would soften the sting.
Youâre trembling as you canted your hips up, begging for him to fill you to the brim, while you gripped the bedsheets between your fingers. âPlease Lo, need more. I can take it, daddy.â You whimpered as you involuntarily and repeatedly tightened around his thick cock.
He groaned at your desperate whines, losing his composure momentarily as he thrust the rest of his length all the way inside your tiny hole. The head of his dick kissing your cervix once he bottomed out. You cried out as you were trembling underneath him, trying to adjust to his size while your pussy kept pulsing around his cock.
âFuck, so fuckinâ tight.â He hissed as he let you adjust to his cock.Â
His lips came to press soft and tender kisses all over your face as he let you relax. Tears brimmed at the corners of your eyes as you continued to adjust around him. You felt so full, as if he was made for you, and only you. The feeling of him filling you up so completely had you seeing stars and digging fingernails into his shoulders. You felt one of his hands finding your hand, lacing them with yours as the other one reached up to your face.
His breathing was heavy as you squeezed his cock repeatedly. Small whimpers left your lips as you squirm underneath him.
You needed more.Â
You hadnât even realised your eyes had drifted shut until you slowly opened them, gazing up at Logan with a soft, pleading look. âPlease, Logan.â
âWhat do you need, sweetheart?â he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated deep in his chest.
âNeed more.â You whispered.
âAww, does my sweet girl need me to move?â he teased, tilting his head with a playful smirk.
âNeed you, please.â You begged as your pussy clenched around his thick cock rather hard which made him groan above you. âPlease, I need you to fuck me so bad.â
His breath hitched as he exhaled shakily, before nodding quietly. Slowly, he started moving inside you, gentle but deep. One hand reached down to play with your clit, while the other one went to intertwine your fingers together, holding your hand tightly.Â
The sting hurt for a while, but it easily morphed into a more pleasurable feeling as he moved against you. Youâre so overstimulated from all your previous orgasms that the sensation he was giving you was mixed between pain and pleasure.
He grunted as he dropped his head to your ear to kiss and lick at the sensitive skin just below it. Soon enough the pain would completely disappear and all you could feel was pure bliss.
Slowly, you were getting used to his girth, anticipating it every time he pulled out of you before moving forward. Your legs are splayed open on either side of his hips as he ground his cock into you. The angle was so good, gradually he would pick up his pace, leaving you a whimpering mess underneath him. As he fucked into you in languid strokes, the sound of slick skin and your noises of pleasure could be heard in your bedroom.
âHow do you feel?â he whispered against your ear.
âFeels so good.â You moaned as you tightened around his cock, this time voluntarily.
You whimpered as he picked up the pace, angling himself in a certain way inside you. He finally leaned down to wrap his arms around you, the action elicited a gasp out of you as you grab at the sheets around you, as he fucked you harder and faster.
Every time heâd thrust inside you, his pelvic bone would drag along your throbbing clit, making you cry out his name in pure ecstasy.Â
âYouâre taking me so well, sweet girl. Doing so so, good for me.â He whispered against your skin as he moved to nuzzle his face against your neck.
Soft grunts fell from Loganâs lips whenever he hit a specific deep spot inside you. You whimpered as his lips moved back up to your lips, enveloping them in a heated kiss. You melted completely against him, holding you close to him as he fucked you. He snaked one of his hands down between your conjoined bodies finding your clit as he rubbed two fingers over the sensitive nub.
At a certain point you felt him slide into a pressure point in your core and coupled with the way his fingers circled your clit, it had you clenching like a vise around his dick. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head from the pleasure he was providing you. The whimpers that fell from your lips became higher pitched as he picked up his pace.
âFeeling good, kitten?â He groaned, as his lips curled into a mischievous smile as he admired the way your face twisted in pure bliss. Too overwhelmed by the new experience. Filth and praise continued to come out of his mouth as he fucked you. âThis pussy was made for daddy.â
His mouth covered your own instead as he swallowed all your little noises of pleasure, you could feel the tightness return in your belly, the tight coil that pulls tighter with every movement and every touch.
Your whimpers, gasps of pleasure and pants increased as ecstasy and warmth overwhelmed your senses.
âTaking daddyâs cock so well, baby.â
His hands couldnât get enough of you, sliding around your hips and lower back, wanting to feel all of you, touch you everywhere. You whimpered at the feeling of his speed, feeling another orgasm coming so close, eyes tightly shut and legs locked bruisingly around Loganâs hips. He could feel it too, in the way you clenched and squeezed around his length, and he began to drive even harder into your pussy as he tilted his hips gently, searching for the one place that he hoped would blow your mind.
âAh, daddyââ you hiccuped as he fucked you so good you felt like a blabbering mess. âNeed you to come inside my pussy...â
âIs that what you want?â He growled as you pulsed around him. âCanât believe it⊠itâs your first time and youâre already begging for me to cum inside. So filthy. Youâre close arenât ya?â
You nodded furiously as your arms trembled as they wrapped around him, your nails digging in his back as he moaned on top of you. The feeling of the coil tightening in your belly, was tingling down to your legs, ready to snap at any moment.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he whispered, cursing under his breath when you purposefully tighten your walls around him. âBet youâd look even prettier with my cum inside your pussy. All full and messy.â
âPleaseâŠâ you moaned as you thought about him filling you up. âPlease Lo, baby, daddy⊠please fill this pussy up.â
He grunted as he buried his face into your neck as he fucked into you, making the whole bed rattle at his force.
âYou want to cum pretty girl?â
You nodded frantically at his words while your eyes fluttered close as you bit your lip harshly. You were bucking up beneath him, nails digging into his skin even more as his hand moved back to your clit as another came to intertwine your hands together, pinning them to the bed. He rubbed your clit with enough pressure to ensure youâll cum around him.
âCum for daddy.â Logan demands softly.
And when he finally nudged against that spot inside you coupled with his deep voiceâ you were exploding, shattering, and detonating all at once, as you cried out his name. Blood was rushing so wildly in your ears that you couldnât possibly hear the way you wail and sob as he crashed his lips onto yours, swallowing all your noises. Your head lolled back, your back arching violently as you twist and contort in pleasure underneath him.
âThatâs it, good girl.â Logan moaned in your ear as your walls spasmed and pulsed around his cock, begging him to cum inside, desperate for him to fill you up the way he promised.
âFuck,â he groaned, pushing himself up as he thrust deeper into you, the head of his cock hitting your cervix repeatedly. âYou want me to fill this pussy up? Make it all messy?â
You were still in a daze but you were able to understand him so you nod vigorously at his words, whining even more at the sensitivity. Your pussy squeezed around his cock in anticipation. âPleaseâŠâ
âFuck, take it baby.â It washed over him instantly, hips stuttering into you as he grew desperate, eyes squeezing shut when he felt his cock throb inside of you before hot spurts of his seed splashed along your walls, painting them in ribbons of white. The warmth of his seed filled you up and spread inside your pussy. The feeling made you whimper, limbs limp on the bed as he shallowly thrust into you, making sure you took every last drop.Â
His warm cum filled you up deeply, the mild heat of it settling deep inside you and causing you to squirm under him. Logan panted as he let his body slump against yours. He rested on top of you, trying to steady his breath. His cock was still nuzzled deep within you, still half hard as it kept his cum from leaking out.
It was a blurry haze when you came back to your senses, your whole body was aching whilst simultaneously feeling the most relaxed you've ever been, equally as exhausted as it was energised, and you didnât bother trying to question why. Just pure contentment.
Once both of you caught your breaths, Logan leaned his forehead against yours before kissing you tenderly.
âThat wasâŠâ He breathed, smiling tiredly at the complete dopey mess he's made of you; hair all over the place and eyes lidded heavily, heated skin glowing and your lips looking swollen from all the kisses youâve both shared.
âOh yeah, that was mind blowing.â Your voice came out hoarse, still recovering from the height and volume it had gone, and you cleared your throat gently before you smiled up at him.
âI love you.â He whispered before he captured your lips in a deep and lazy kiss. You could feel his soft mouth smiling against yours as you whimpered against him. You felt yourself melting against his embrace as he wrapped his arms around you.
âI love you too.â You whispered back against his mouth.Â
You shifted slightly when you felt that he was still hard inside you. Biting your lip, you squeezed purposely around him at the realisation. Logan groaned at the feeling, his large palms sliding up your sides in a soothing manner.Â
âDonât do that.â Logan grumbled but you saw a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
âWhy not?â You giggled as your hands trailed through his hair.
âMakes me wanna fuck you again.â Your boyfriend mumbled.
âHm, thatâs kind of the point.â You continued to giggle.
Logan chuckled as he pulled his head back, looking at you with a mirthful smile.
Before you knew it, he pulled out only to man handle your body in the position he wanted you to be. Manoeuvres your body until youâre on your tummy. His hands came to hold your hips, pulling them up, your ass in the air for him.
He kneads the flesh of your cheeks before spreading them apart for him. Your body slumps slightly forward with exhaustion but Logan is quick to grip your hips, holding you in the same position. âOh kitten, Iâm not done with you yet.â He tutted.Â
Your cheeks flushed with heat as you prepared yourself for a long night filled with passion.
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tags: pure filth, fem! reader, established relationship, use of a vibrator, squirting, dirty talk.
word count: 1k
sex with suguru could only be described as unpredictable. sure, you were able to detect hints of lust thrown your way by the tall man, thick and rough pads of his fingers skimming over your smooth skin underneath your shirt as he passes behind you, hands gripping your sides and squeezing. your body reacts to his teasing and itâs easy to follow him to the bedroom. he feels in control, likes that sweet words and soft touches can make you end up on top of him, riding his dick like the sweet girl that you are.
however, when the two of you areâŠexcessively needier than usual, sex can turn into something sort of animalistic. the carnal desire to devour one another, bring as many orgasms out of each other and the soundsâthe sounds should embarrass both of you.
suguru doesnât consider himself to be extremely vocal. he groans, moans and shows his appreciation for your ministration on his body but right nowâhis mouth wonât stop.
âyeah baby, yeaaah,â his words are straight up filth as he presses the vibrator to your clit. his pace is unforgiving, strong hips driving into yours with the force of a predator hunting. your hands are on the headboard, trying to protect your head from the contact but itâs all hazy.
âsuguru!â you cry out, eyes staring down at where your boyfriend is pressing the pink vibrator against your clit. your legs try to close from the overstimulation, but a strong hand keeps them open and your head turns to the side with a loud cry.
âkeep em open for me, fuckâdonât run away from it, I know you want it.â
your hand grips at the pillow beneath you whilst the other makes a failed attempt at gripping suguruâs forearm. choked sobs and whines are the only sounds you can manage as he starts rubbing the vibrator over your clit, your thighs shaking and twitching at the unbearable yet delicious stimulation.
âyeah? pussy wants a fat cock ruining her and a vibrator, a lil greedy, donât ya think?â
as he says that, his free comes to your stomach and traces the skin with his thumb, very gentle at first and your brain feels like mush at the contrast between his brutal fucking, the vibrator and his gentle touch. but you shouldâve known that suguru is the type to softly lead you into his territory, only to jump you the moment he notices that you let your guards down.
the hand on your stomach presses down and you hear several clicks on the pink device, and when your body jolts upâyou realize that he set the level higher.
the gasp that escapes your body sounds inhuman, and your body tries to run away from suguru despite being caged between his strong thighs. he is fucking you with a purpose, needing to prove somethingâhe towers over you and presses his forehead against yours.
âlook at me, come on baby look upâtheere she is,â he grins at your fucked out expression, half lidded eyes glossed over with tears that had already fallen a couple of minutes ago. âfeels good, huh? shouldâve done this sooner,â he leans down and kisses your pulse and then travels back up to your cheek and finally your ear.
when he starts fucking you at a different angle, your hands fly down to his hips and your nails dig into his skin. you canât talk, you donât trust yourself with words nowâbut suguru always thought you were like an open book to him. especially when naked and vulnerable beneath him.
âoh here?â
âfuck! fuck fuck fuckââ you choke out a sob. âsuguruâoh baby, Iâm close, Iâm so so close,â youâre blabbering, barely breathing and suguruâs self control is slowly dissipating. up until this point, heâs been able to control himself and not explode inside you. your cunt was squeezing him deliciously, your cries, the way you said his name or how you held onto himâsuguru needed to cum inside you.
âyeah you are,â he breathes out, any hint of playfulness overshadowed by the sudden lust washing over him. his orgasm crept up on him fast, and he needed to make sure you fell over the edge first. âcome on, I know you can cum for me,â he says while rubbing the vibrator over your clit.
when you finally cum, the added pressure of his hand on your stomach makes something snap in your stomach and you feel wet. you donât have time to register, everything is like white noise for a while before your brain leisurely takes control again. your breathing slows down, yet your hands hold onto suguruâs shoulders as he throws the vibrator somewhere in the corner of your bedroom to grab onto your hips properly.
his eyebrows are pinched, a sheen layer of sweat coating his forehead as his bangs stick to the skin. he looks magical, even more so when you start to fuck up into him, help him reach his own orgasm.
âfuck babyââ
âmmm sugu,â you whine at how his dick keeps abusing that one spot inside you. âcum baby, please,â your arms wrap around his neck to pull him down into a hug. âfill me up, I want all of it,â
when being the one talked dirty to, suguru malfunctions. his brain short circuits and his body seizes up as he drops his head on your shoulder. he empties himself inside you with a few more stuttered thrusts, thick and hot ropes of cum serving as the reward of his hard and incessant fucking.
running your fingers through his hair, both of you take the time to catch your breath, enjoy the intimacy and the nakedness of it all. moments like these are precious, suguruâs body nuzzles against yours like a cat trying to live in your skinâ and you giggle when his nose nuzzles against your pulse.
âya liked the vibrator?â he mumbles against your skin.
âoh fuckââ the realization hits you that were all messy from squirting on him. âIâŠcame messy,â the shyness that washes over you, preventing you from saying âsquirtâ makes suguru laugh into your neck.
âyou mean you squirted?â
ânot the point!â
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âౚà§ËâĄËàŁȘ lover !!
á°.á even if he doesn't exude this energy to outsiders, you're happy to know that your boyfriend is the biggest simp around when it comes to you. or: the cute things he'll do for you. Â (fem!reader)
featuring yoichi isagi, seishiro nagi, reo mikage, rin itoshi, rensuke kunigami content contains hotel bathroom sinks designed by a man, slight jealousy (reo is the jealous boyfriend), height differences (nagi + kunigami + rin are described as taller), wearing his clothes + clothes is described to be oversized on you (nagi), called a simp by his teammates (kunigami), clingy bf (yoichi <3) author's notes hq version coming soon!!! i just wanted to write something soft n fluffy for once <3
ౚৠYOICHI ISAGI â goes viral on tiktok when the two of you go on vacation to celebrate your second year anniversary. you're recording yourself from the bathroom of the private villa he rented out for the two of you, and you originally wanted to record what an absolute joke the sink is. there is literally no counter space. nowhere to place any of your makeup or skincare products. yoichi interupts the video unknowingly, knocking softly and asking if he can come in. he doesn't realize you're filming, and it's entirely genuine when he asks, "is everything okay? you sounded frustrated? did you need help opening something?" you laugh before explaining the situation, and he's silent for all but one second before he goes, "oh! i'll just hold your makeup bag, and i'll hand you the stuff when you need it." (poor yoichi means well, but he's standing there for over an hour as you laugh at him when he can't tell the difference between a tube of lipgloss and liquid blush. the look of concentration on his face as he nods intently while you explain what each product is for is absolutely adorable; it's the same concentrated look he gets when he's reviewing game footage, meaning he's taking this seriously for you.) he's also the type that loves to follow you around. it's a common joke for his fans to comment "walk him like a dog, sis!" on any candid photos of you + yoichi because he is almost always holding your hand while trailing behind you. he's like your shadow as he follows you around different stores in the mall, and even when you tell him he can just sit down with the other boyfriends while you just try on some clothes, he refuses to leave your side. tries to follow you to the dressing room, and gets all pouty when he realizes he's not allowed in. makes you walk outside the dressing room with the new outfits on so he can rate them (he is incredibly biased and believes everything looks good on you and forces you to bring everything to the cashier so he can swipe his card to get it for you <3)
ౚৠREO MIKAGE â cannot handle anyone else taking up large chunks of your time, especially when he rarely gets to see you during game season. makes a face anytime he realizes that the server at the restaurant is a guy. the server will smile at you and tell you that he'll get started on that meal for you right away, and reo leans forward once he's gone and goes, "i can't believe he was flirting with you right in front of me! disgusting!" he's actually convinced that every man in the world wants you for themselves, and if you tease him by threatening to run off with any of these men, he'll instantly frown and start telling you to take that back right now! however, he is entirely convinced that you are the greatest thing to ever grace this earth, and he feels so proud whenever you two are out in public and a fan or an employee compliments you. they could say anything postive about you, and he'll beam with pride, going "i know, right? i tell her this all the time!" it's almost common knowledge that the easiest way to get on reo's good side is to treat you well. he also loves listening to you gossip, and is the type of boyfriend who loves all your friends (even if he can't quite remember their names; it's only important that they treat you kindly and loyally), and hates everyone that you hate. he's also less forgiving than you; if someone backstabs you but you forgive them and grant them a second chance, just know that reo still hates their guts and he'll make it incredibly obvious.
ౚৠSEISHIRO NAGI â canât help but make video game versions of the two of you any chance he gets. heâll pretend to not notice the way your eyes light up when you pass by any claw machine containing plushies of your favorite anime characters, but somehow heâll manage to find himself at the machine, casually winning you your favorite as if the game isnât designed to make everyone lose. (heâs just that good.) even if youâre not as big of a gamer as him, heâll watch you play sims 4 (and subsequently watch you spend 3 hours on the create-a-sim section because youâre trying to create a perfect carbon copy of the two of you.) looks for his favorite hoodie only to glance over at your still-sleeping form on his bed and realizes that youâre wearing it. you look adorable in it; heâs taller than you, bigger in every aspect, so the material swallows you up. (he doesnât wake you up nor does he ask for it back.) despite the fact that heâs taller than you, nagi is definitely a big baby, and is constantly the little spoon. he loves to come home and bury his face in your neck, loves the way you gently run your fingers through his hair (itâs the easiest way for him to fall asleep), and heâll constantly try to find ways for you to hold him.
ౚৠRIN ITOSHI â grants you âscary dog privilege.â literally will mean mug every man in the street as the two of you are walking together. everyone thinks that rin would be a selfish lover from his outside appearance, but he surprisingly puts up with a lot of your antics because he loves you so much. you donât bother buying a step stool because you count on rin to get you anything you need from the tall shelves (and when youâre mad at him, heâll purposely find ways to get all your most-used items on a hard-to-reach area so you have to sulkily seek him out and ask for his help. thereâs no way in hell you put your face wash on top of the fridge, and rin looks all too happy to grab it for you.) he has a very bare social media account and most of the time, he just posts whatever his publicists draft up for him. the only post he has personally created and shared himself is the one of you on your birthday; in a sea of promotional posters and professionally taken game highlights, the smiling faces of you and rin stand out. (itâs the happiest any of his fans have ever seen him look.)
ౚৠRENSUKE KUNIGAMI â his teammates make fun of him because he is notoriously loyal to you. they tricked him and took him out to a strip club, and thereâs a viral video of kunigami staring intently at his phone, never looking up once at his surroundings. (he was going through your instagram feed + then ran out of photos to look at, so he started going through his camera roll to look at pictures and videos of you.) is the boyfriend who embodies the phrase âwear whatever you want, baby, i can fight.â thereâs a photo of you two that did numbers on pinterest. kunigmai is such a big guy, towers over you, honestly, but he readily gets down on his knees for you. in the photo, you two are dressed up to attend a gala. heâs on his knees, and you have one high-heel clad foot resting on the top of his thigh as he looks down and is adjusting the ankle strap of your heel for you. his friends shared the photo in the team groupchat and called him a simp, but kunigami knows that if they had someone half as great as you, theyâd act just the same.
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Wolf!HybridGojo who constantly has to be told not to tackle you: his PuppyGirl!Hybrid and try to play fight with you, that he canât be that rough with you regarding your size difference, he hates being told what to do.
Wolf!HybridGojo who canât help but wrap you in a tight embrace in his lap and lick you everywhere, your face and neck are covered in saliva, no matter how much you whine and try to get away from his rough tongue he wonât let you up until he deems you clean enough.
Wolf!HybridGojo who finds it so easy to pin you down and hump his throbbing cock against your party-clad ass. You could be laying on the couch relaxing until you feel the cough sink and Satoru putting his full body weight on you. He usually sports no underwear so it feels ten times better when heâs grinding against you, even before he finally cums his pants are soaked with his precum, he produces a weird amount of it.
Wolf!HybridGojo who hates when you want Suguruâs attention, he hates when you leave his lap to crawl into Suguruâs lap, he hates when Suguru indulges you and scratches your ears and your tail. He can be heard on the other side of the couch huffing in frustration, heâll reach over and pinch your tail because he knows it hurts you, Thatâs only happened twice and each time Suguru scolds and punishes Satoru.
Wolf!HybridGojo who canât handle his heats, they get too strong to the point where he has to be locked in a room with Suguru, he canât be near you in fear of hurting or losing control of himself. Heâs whining the entire time in the room, his pocket-pussy toys donât last long before he destroys the thing, Suguru jerking him off can only do so much, he just wants to be buried deep inside you but knows he canât :(
Wolf!HybridGojo who just wants to attempt at letting you take him, so he begs and begs Suguru to let him have you or at least try, with some stubbornness he agrees but only if heâs in the room too.
Heâs so damn excited when youâre being guided into the hot room by Suguru, his tail canât stop wagging at the mere thought of you naked and all for him. Suguru had spent half the day prepping your little hole just for him. Thereâs dried tears on your face probably from the overstimulation you endured but youâre beaming when you finally get to see Satoru, you hug him tightly.
Hes so quick to kiss you, already trying to shove his tongue down your throat. Heâs sucking on your tongue loudly and obnoxiously. He was hard before you even walked into the room but now heâs throbbing. In the midst of the kiss heâs using one hand to shrug down his pants snuggly sitting them under his balls. He moves you body closer to him, till his cock rests right inbetween the both of you and on your stomach, he begins stroking his pretty pale cock, his thick precum leaking in droves.
He pushes you on your back rather harshly: âSatoruâ Suguru says through clenched teeth. He apologizes in a submissive tone: it clearly was an accident.
He places his hands under the back of your knees and pushes them till they rest on your chest. Your pussy is so small compared to him, but he loves that difference: it makes everything so much more hot. Looking closer he sees your pretty cunt is wet and shiny with your cum. he rubs his tip inbetween your folds gathering the cum and smearing it everywhere.
He pulls you lips apart and takes a minute to admire your hole, though Suguru stretched it itâs still gonna be a tight squeeze. He sees no need to wait anymore and begins sliding himself in, the first word that comes to mind is hot, how just a little past his tip its already warm and how youâre already sucking him in. He groans rather loudly mixed with your soft whines he drives him to want to stuff his full length in one go but he knows Suguru will get a different type of angry.
Wolf!HybridGojo who doesnât stop fucking your wet sloppy cunt after one round, he keeps digging his cock deeper and deeper. The wet slapping sounds bounce off the walls and right into your ears. You can feel every vein on his cock when he throbs inside you,
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â a rafe cameron one shot
â° when y/n gets her boyfriend to partake in a viral tiktok trend.
rating: sfw â cw: none
anyone who had a phone and internet access knew of the viral coupleâs trend, and y/n was no exception. endless sickeningly sweet videos flooded her feed of men effortlessly lifting their girlfriends onto their shoulders, some ending with them toppling over into a heap of laughter; it left a warm, fuzzy feeling in the pit of her stomach and she, too, wanted the first hand experience.
she knew rafe better than anyone; being recorded doing some silly trend for the world to see simply wasnât something heâd be willing to do. despite that fact, she knew it wouldnât hurt too terribly to propose the idea. so, with little hesitation, she made her request known.
ârafe?â she quipped from her place on the couch, her legs draped lazily over her boyfriends lap. âhm?â he hummed, his attention momentarily glued to the phone in his hand as he finished a text. âcan we, maybe, try something?â she asked, watching as he completed his typing before tossing the device onto the coffee table with a clank.
âwhatâs that?â he mumbled, running a hand up her bare leg and resting it on her thigh, lightly squeezing as he gazed at her. âbefore you say no, just hear me out, okay?â she asked, his face quirking at the request. he nodded his head in a way that prompted her to continue, so she did.
âi wanna see if you can lift me,â she informed simply, to which rafeâs brows rose in question. âif i can lift you?â he clarified with a mild confusion, âyâknow i can â do it all the time.â
âno, i mean, likeâ,â she fumbled with her phone for a moment, tapping at the screen before turning it to face him, âitâs for a video thing⊠like this.â he watched intently as a couple performed the âliftâ in reference and his face contorted to one of scrutiny.
âwhy?â he questioned, genuinely not understanding the appeal. âi donât know, looks fun â itâs cute,â y/n mumbled with a shrug, gradually becoming less enthused. âlooks kinda dumb,â he muttered honestly, completely disconnected from the internet and itâs need for spontaneous niches. âoh,â y/n spoke quietly as she stared down at the device â maybe he was right.
rafe noticed the shift in her demeanor instantly, his heart squeezing as she slouched against the armrest of the couch, a small pout pulling at her lips that she tried to fight against. he felt a pang of guilt in his chest, hating how filter-less his mouth could be. he didnât mean come off as cold and dismissive, but he knew that he did, and often does; he also knew that he needed to fix it.
âokay, come on,â he sighed, patting her thigh before sliding her legs off his. âwhat?â she asked in surprise, her eyes following him as he stood. âletâs do it,â he shrugged, holding out a hand for her to take. immediately, a bright smile flooded her face as she wrapped her digits around his larger palm. âreally?â she beamed as he pulled her to her feet. âyeah, i justâ is that it?â he motioned to the phone in her grasp, âi just pick you up?â
âyeah,â she nodded enthusiastically with a grin, her eyes glistening as she did so and rafe couldnât help but let his lips mimic her own. âalright, go set it up,â he instructed as he peered down at her, softly patting her hip in encouragement. she obliged quickly, propping her phone up on the coffee table and setting a timer to count them down from thirty, hoping that would allot them enough time to prepare.
âplease donât drop me,â she laughed as rafe situated his large hands around her waist, his long fingers nearly touching each other at the center of her stomach. âiâd never,â he scoffed with a soft smile, âjust tell me when.â
âalmost,â she muttered as she watched the numbers descend on the screen, âokay-okay, three, two, one.â instantly, she felt the hold on her body tighten as rafe effortlessly lifted her through the air; she didnât need to jump in assistance, nor did he grunt or struggle in the slightest, carrying her gracefully as though she was a feather. she instinctively gripped his wrists as a squeal left her mouth, a melodic stream of laughter following as he propped her onto his shoulder, her body fitting perfectly on the broad surface.
the recording ended and the song looped softly in the background as rafe carefully slid her down his body, his hands resting underneath her arms as he lowered her to the ground. as soon as her feet hit the floor, she padded over to watch the perfectly imperfect recording â the framing was off, seeing as rafe was too tall to fit, and she didnât lip-sync to the lyrics as most others had, but none of that mattered in the slightest.
âlook,â she grinned, holding the phone out for rafe to see. he smiled fondly down at her, his eyes flickering between her face as she watched the clip and the clip itself. admittedly, he enjoyed participating, enjoying even more how giddy she was about it. âi see,â he assured with a small smile, his focus primarily on his happy girl as he rested a hand on her hip, rubbing small circles on the bone.
âi love it,â she gushed, ecstatic to have something so sweet and silly of herself and her boyfriend that she just knew she would watch over and over and over again. âgood,â he murmured as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head, the moment being interrupted when his phone rang out â a call he was expecting.
âiâve gotta take this,â he informed, running his fingers under the hem of her shirt and softly grazing the skin before breaking the contact. he grabbed the cell from itâs place on the table, answering it with a hushed greeting before exiting the room, leaving y/n to rewatch their video again with a cheek-aching grin; her man was in-fact very jacked and oh-so kind (but only ever for her).
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cw: possible dubcon, cheating in toxic relationship, reader is simon's dream girl.
retired simon ghost riley that dreams about having a sweet little bird to himself, adorable housewife that would make his days brighter by her tasteful cooking and little sanctuary between her supple thighs, all his to keep and devour.
that's when he meets you, sugary sweet thing that moved into his neighborhood, just a small road across his house where your own located, place slightly big for you alone to live, until he founds out you have a husband.
some disgusting likeness of a person, a man that treats you nothing like some pet, all sugary to you when someone's near, but making you carry your things all by yourself inside the house, letting himself huff at you displeased, tell you to ânot annoy himâ when you suggest to say hello to the neighbors.
simon knows it's not a problem for him at this point, when someday he hears how you argue with your husband outside, for everyone near to hear, with your soft voice breaking down, hands clutched in shaking fists.
it's clear as a day that you need someone better, him, and not anyone else, not your pathetic type of a husband that makes you always wander outside alone, you need kind of a man that wouldn't make you shed your tears in vain, on the porch outside.
that's how he founds you, sitting late in the cold evening with your hands concealing your face that you can't stop wiping, your eyes and nose a watery mess, not even noticing someone approaching you.
simon's appearance makes you yelp, like a ghost appearing in front of you to snatch you away, and you jump on your legs, skittish, looking at him with hurt and distrust as you back away towards the door, until he lifts his arms in surrend and grumbles for you to âcalm down, little tigressâ
you do calm down, defiance slipping away under his hard and dark gaze as you mumble about what he wanted, that your husband isn't home right now if he's here for him, and it makes simon frown, all but wondering why would your husband mess with men that look like him, as you break in tears again.
little hiccups and chocked sobs slipping past your lips in broken melody, streaming down your wet cheeks and lingering on your lips where you lick them off, whimpering, and simon takes it like an opportunity.
his rough voice turning in grumbled coos, as quiet and soothing as he can muster when his hand settles on your lower back, a light touch, making his skin tingle as he tries to press you closer to him, close the distance and step away from your porch, which you do.
walking towards him on your own, where you brush against his sturdy chest gently, making him tug you in his arms for a careful hug, he knows he needs to be cautious with you, studies the way you remain a little stiff, and there's a lingering doubt in your head, because he's a stranger, an unfamiliar man, but you need this.
need these soothing cooes in your ear, a small pats on your hair as his thumb rubs circles on the small of your back, murmurs reassuringly about how âit's gonna be alright, little oneâ and leads you with him, further away.
across the small road, from your house and towards his own, and you don't really resist, only hiccup brokenly about where he leads you, still attentive, smart girl that soon would be his, as he murmurs something about a cup of water.
he lurs you inside his house so easily, pressing a glass of water inside your hand and making you drink it down, cold liquid soothing your slightly raw throat, as he gazes at you openly, swallowing whole and still pressing you closer, calloused hand on your back that he can't stop rubbing.
you don't understand your own situation until he takes the empty glass from your shaking hand, as his own lifts to cup your cheek, and it's too intimate for a stranger, despite that you both live in the same neighborhood, because you barely talked once to each other, yet, it can't down the yearning inside of you.
for some care, the gentleness with which simon rubs at your cheek, looks into your still slightly damp eyes, before he lowers his face and brushes his lips carefully against yours, testing the waters.
through he's already bounded you against him, your softness brushing against his sturdy frame, and it takes nothing for him to take you apart, devour, greedy hands all over you without a fuss, every little whine and whimper devoured by simon's mouth.
devoured like your glossy pussy that he eats on the counter, perching you on the cold and harsh surface with his warm tongue ravaging the rich sweetness between your puffy folds, pink muscle wiggling inside your tight hole as he slurps and thrusts inside of you, hungry.
separating your soul from flesh and bones with his kisses, feral and ardoring touches that he softens as soon as you twitch under him, soothing you with a sharp suck on your clit that makes you mewl, shooting sparks to your eyes.
simon spares you on his cock in his own bed, on soft and dark sheets that look better with your body sprawled on them, supple flesh naked with your fat for him to grope, at your round tits, at the doughy thighs that he spreads to see the way his rudy cock nudges against your sopping and tight entrance.
he would keep you here, to himself alone, fuck you until his hips would sputter and his cock fill your pulsing hole with thick cum, intil you would pass away overstimulated and trembling, satiated, cheeks wet and warm with tears not from hurt, but from pleasure, the one simon kisses off your face while you curl on his chest and snore quietly.
you wouldn't need to come back to your husband, to the house that next day would be empty from half of the things that were belonging to him, he will disappear without a trace and leave your life as pure as if nothing had happened, letting simon keep you, make you his.
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The type of threesome you have with König and Ghost... (đœ link)
König and Ghost are men with sexual desires that need to be fulfilled, otherwise they're left aggressive and frustrated all day, trying to sneak their cock into you while you're relaxing or cooking a nutritious dinner for the both of them.
It's too easy to convince you, you're eager to please them, to satisfy their sexual pleasures. You're bent over on the couch, with Simon's creamy tip pushing past your soft lips while König eases into the comfort and pleasure of your aroused cunt. Your walls pulsate around König's sticky, swollen shaft while you begin to bop your head slowly, sinking down onto Simon's stiff length.
âAttagirl, thatâs it. You can take more than that.â
Simon forgets to be gentle, to let you take your time working your way down onto his lengthy, girthy cock. Meanwhile, König doesn't bother being gentle with a fragile, sweet thing like you. You can feel his hot breath against the back of your neck, the thick smell of alcohol, sending shivers down your spine. You whimper out around Simon's weeping length, muffled and hushed by the thickness of his dick. You feel as König begins to pump your small pussy full, coating you in a layer of his pleasure, with globs of thick and white release oozing out from his tip.
âGottverdammt, Mein Herz- Stay fucking still, stop squirming, let me have you and take you as I please.â
König begins to grasp at your hair, one hand gripping your waist while the other forces your head down onto Simon's dick as punishment for wiggling and squirming despite being scolded repeatedly, a misbehaved and naughty fuck toy for them.
You gag and gurgle unexpectedly, your eyes filling with tears that cause your cheeks to glisten. You can taste the bitterness of his milky arousal and each vein on his hard dick rubbing against your tongue, König's pace forcing your body forward as he pounds and ploughs into you ruthlessly, until your rear is in agony from the impact of his muscular, broad hips smacking against it.
âSuch a pretty, cock drunk whore. Ainâtâcha, girl?â Simon spits out with a sickening grin on his smug face, cupping your jaw as he forces his whole dick down your throat despite your stifled cries. He traces the outline of his cock over your throat, one hand tightly choking you and the other wiping the tears from your eyes, towering above you as he fills your throat with his hot creaminess, your pussy stuffed full.
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OnlyFantoms?? pt.II
om dateables/sides x reader
wc : 2.k
warnings : nsfw, gn!reader with skirt wearing (raphael), lingerie wearing (diavolo), online sharing
synopsis : lets see what the new latest trending porn videos are
a/n: MWAHAHAHA IT'S FUCKING HERE
brothers ver.
The maroon fabric of your babydoll lingerie was rumpled, tearing not even a second later from how ironclad Diavoloâs grip was. One hand had the lace fisted, using it to yank you back on his cock, while the other was wrapped around your throat, veins highlighted and muscles flexing each time he effortlessly lifted your body and slammed it back down at the rough pace he was fucking you. Your legs were spread wide over his straining thighs, body just barely covered by the sheer material that adorned your sweaty body, hands white-knuckling his horns with your nails scratching along the golden ornaments . Each time skin met skin, it echoed in the roomâ adding to the sensual sight of the morning light reflecting off the golden floors, walls- the regal throne the two of you were seated in. His sounds were muffled from the way his head was buried in your neck, no doubt adding more marks to the already bruise-littered skin. Your own head was tilted back against his shoulder, his fingers squeezing visibly at your throat before two of them pushed past your parted mouth, making your high pitched moans turn choked. His rough pace got even more animalistic, feral growl escaping him as your body tensed, milking his cock as you came, pushing him past that edge tooâ and the video cuts.
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TEN WHOLE SECONDS OF ABSOLUTE GOODNESS
Is this even legal to watch?? Cause if not, Iâm happily packing my bags for jail
Typing this comment from my graveÂ
*eats phone*
Amazing day to be a Devildom citizen folksÂ
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Hidden underneath the castleâs foyer stairs, the golden fractures of light shift as each of your bodies move. You were on your knees, thighs flexing, as you bounced up and downâ riding Barbatosâ tail. The appendage forced itself deeper and deeper until the camera picked up on the arch of your back, the shimmer of your nails (painted in his colors) digging into his thighs, leaving behind wrinkles in the usually pristine black slacks. Gloved hands were tangled in your hair, gripping tighter the more his composure began to waver. The guided bobbing of your head went from leisure to almost desperate and then back again; after a particularly stressful day, he just couldnât decide what he wanted. Only murmurs of praise left the royal steward, as opposed to your choked moans and whimpers and occasional gasps of his name when you came up for air before swallowing him down again. There was a brief moment in which he cupped the back of your head and shoved you all the way down- pausing- when footsteps ascended the stairs you were both underneath. Once it was quiet again, he pulled your head back with a caress of your hair and a soft apology, fucking you with his tail at a more rapid pace, insisting you needed to cum first. With you melting at his ministrations, he begins fucking your mouth, too, grunting almost inaudibly; the second your body wracked with your orgasm, he followed suitâ and though only your backside view could be seen, the sounds of swallowing were crystal clear. With a low chuckle from Barbatos, and a breathy giggle from you, the screen goes black.Â
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This is gonna be the next big fever dream, come lay your eyes on it while you can-
Mouth? Dropped. Eyes? Rolled. Drool? Leaking. Hotel? Corvo.Â
B A R B A T O S ? !
This is the best day of my life
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Scraping of wood against marble tile echoed faintly as the entirety of Mephistoâs desk moved inch by inch. The force he was pounding into you created small thudding noises, your clothes dulling the sound of skin slapping, followed by sharp grunts as he worked to keep the relentless pace. Lights of the newspaper clubâs office highlighted your bodies, leaving nothing hidden as he bends you into an even deeper arch, face buried in the mahogany desk. Newspapers- published and uncompleted drafts- are crumpled underneath your hands; he couldnât care less, though, not when youâre moaning and crying out his name like you are. Itâs clear he tries to show some decorum, but the rare sight of his demon form screams how disheveled youâre making himâ tails coiled around your waist, horns pressing into your shoulder, sharp nails digging jagged lines into the wood of his desk. An enchanted quill is frantically scribbling in the background, no doubt writing down what was happening into a page of the upcoming newspaper draft; depending on whether or not Mephisto remembers- or cares- he might just leave the article in. The thought actually has him whining, fucking into you a bit faster, because heâd love to see everyoneâs reactions once they read the damn paperâ knowing he had you right under everyoneâs noses. A quick tug of your hair to pull you into a messy kiss that the camera canât see and heâs spilling his cum into you- dragging you off the ledge with him- and pressing his body flush against yours. You stay trapped like that for a few seconds, quietly laughing and teasing him, before he huffs and pulls back as you both try to make yourself presentable again when the video ends.Â
Extra, Extra | 3:25Â minutes | 93.k views | 89.k likes | 84.k comments
Front page, baby. FRONT! PAGE!
Got his priorities down pat
What goes down in the news office doesnât stay in the news office
Get that nOBLE DIck MC
Never thought Iâd hear Mephisto whineâÂ
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White linen curls around your arms, clenched between your fingers, pillowing your head, delicately shielding the parts you didnât want too exposedâ all while the light in Simeonâs room bathes you in a replicated golden hour. His head is buried deep between your thighs, messy hair brushing your skin at each movement. One of his hands is keeping your left thigh flat against the bed, squeezing at the fat of it, while the other is subtly shoved underneath his body as he fucks his fist. With the leg that isnât pinned down, your calf is resting over his shoulder, keeping him impossibly close; the sounds coming from him are muffled, as heâs barely able to breathe properly, but theyâre desperate and needy, echoed by the mindless âpleaseâs and praise heâs babbling out. The sheets covering his own body from view only hide his hips down to his mid thigh, giving the perfect- defined- view of his arched back and the flexing muscles rippling underneath smooth skin as he thrusts into the pleasure. There are faint reddened lines trailing along his shoulders and barely visible hickies on his neck, showing that, clearly, this hadnât been the beginning of the night. It can also be seen in the way his hips stutter with overstimulation, toes curling at the sensation, even if he canât stop because he still craves the release. Itâs timed with the pace heâs fucking you with his tongue, moans harmonizing with yours, getting louder and breathier and a little whinier before heâs practically crying out an âIâm cumming!â. Not even a second later, both of your thighs are snapping closed around his head, trembling, as you follow. The come down is soft and sweet, whispered words and gentle caresses, with a murmured suggestion for a bubble bath just as the video cuts.Â
Worship hour | 2:30 minutes | 86.k views | 84.k likes | 78.k commentsÂ
I feel the grace of the celestial realmÂ
PHEWÂ
GOD AND DAMNÂ
Weâve ascended guysâÂ
Where can I get an angelÂ
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The scattered, organized, yet messy sight of school books, miscellaneous supplies, and the fact that you were in your uniform made it obvious this was one of RADâs many closets. Raphael was sitting on top of an extra desk, legs spread rather wide as you sat on top of him; your skirt rode up around your hips, but his hands groped and squeezed your ass to shield it from view. He guided you at a quick, needy pace as you grinded against his clothed cock, sometimes jerking his hips up to meet the movements. The normally quiet and aloof Angel was panting and gasping, and if you listened closely, you could hear muffled whines every now and then when you moved at a certain angle. The sloppy sounds of wet kissing and tongues tangling seemed to echo in the small room, even despite his whisper of âhave to be quietââ in fact, he was more vocal than you, commanding you to go faster, asking you not to stop. Even the shadows passing under the door didnât deter him from wanting you. The bell signaling class was about to begin made you pause without thinking, but he gave you no time to think: he grabbed you right up and twisted your bodies around until you were laying back on the desk, legs around his waist. With no room to barely breathe in between, he began fucking himself against you like an animal in heat, breathlessly apologizing and announcing he was gonna cum. With a few more rough thrusts, you can see his body shudder and melt over top of youâ and the visible wet stain on the front of his pants as he gently helps you off the desk and fixes your clothes, suggesting a quick clean up spell so you can go to class, before the video ends.
[Canât] resist temptation | 1:10 minutes | 88.k views | 82.k likes | 75.k commentsÂ
PHEW PART FUCKING TWO
His veiny hands make me ajsaljdkd
Are all the exchange students always this hot??
I will take a shower of spears to see this in personÂ
Mc is my heroÂ
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Whatever device was recording had to be enchanted, as the screen was divided perfectly to show the inside of the common room, where the seven brothers all lounged, and the hallway wall just outside, where Solomon had you hiked up against it. His head was buried in the crook of your neck, only a peek of his lips showing. The bottom half of your face that was in frame is covered by his hand, fingers digging into your jaw to keep you quiet. The only thing covering your body was his starry cloak; the fabric fell off your shoulder, showing off the many hickies and bite marks adorning your skin. Your body bounced upwards at every sharp thrustâ he was unforgiving with his pace, frame flush against yours as he fucked you deep. The audio barely picked up on the ragged pants falling from his mouth, the debauched praises that he was damn near singing as he had his way with you, all while being ten feet away from the brothers. The muscles in his arm flexed as he held you up, fingers marking bruises into the skin he was gripping. You raked your hands through his sweat-soaked hair, tugging and pushing his head up until you had your mouth against his. A barely audible cry of his name reached the camera as your back arched, fingers pressing just as bruisingly into his back. He finally stuttered in his pace, mouth falling open; he came with his tongue tangled with yours, accidentally having let out a hiss when you moaned aloud. Lucifer, who had been glancing up occasionally, as if he thought he heard something, immediately stood just as all the othersâ heads snapped up. With a desperate kiss, Solomon opened a portal and carried you right through, leaving the brothers to hastily round the corner and begin shouting, before the video cuts.
Claim staking | 4:45 minutes | 91.k views | 88.k likes | 84.k commentsÂ
A good section of the comments is just hate from the brothers, IâÂ
That sly, sexy, smug little fucker
I wanna be between the two of themÂ
Sorcerer man hotÂ
You could physically feel the charge in the air through the phone when the brothers figured it out
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