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ROAD TRIP STOP | LOGAN HOWLETT x READER

taking a small road trip with old man logan where you’re halfway to where you need to be, and you're bored out of your mind. unluckily for you, your boyfriend won't possibly give into your antics.

or, logan fucks you in a gas station bathroom <3

word count: 3.3k

WARNINGS/DISCLAIMERS: (18+ only!) fem!reader, porn w/ slight plot lol, piv, unprotected sex, this shit is roughhh, degrading, filthyyy dirty talk, use of pet names, slight choking, coming inside/creampie, manhandling? i guess?, logan refers to himself as "your old man" bc i'm insane, anddd happy ending bc we all know how much i love those! :D

a/n: there aren't nearly enough fics abt old man logan & i need him Badly.

+ logan pictures from @divinesols incredible moodboard <3

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you’re 4 hours into your road trip, and logan, well, being the man he is, hasn’t let you drive a single second.

he tells you that you can just sit there n’ look pretty and that’s good enough for him. but, he’s getting tired, and the nearest hotel isn’t for another 50 miles.

you notice his eyes getting heavier, his body slouching more, his grip on the steering wheel loosening. so, you do what you do best. why not have some harmless fun with your old boyfriend?

your hands subtly inch over to his thighs, fingers trailing the clothed skin just above his knee, and he flinches surprisingly, glancing at you for a moment with that tired face of his.

“what are y’doing? huh?” he asks, with a quirk in his eyebrow and his voice rasping more than usual from his fatigue; it only makes it all the more arousing for you.

you grin, your head turned to look up at him with a sly expression. “just waking you up a bit. you’re practically falling asleep here.”

your fingers move upwards now, slowly but surely, and right before you can reach the spot just below his bulge, he sighs out, gripping your hand to lightly push it off of him.

“not here. got another hour left til’ we’re at the hotel. then, we can rest up, baby.”

you pout, looking at him eagerly. “are you even gonna make it there, lo?” you tease, “your eyes are getting heavier, you’re tired.. why don’t you just let me drive?” you attempt, but you’re knocked down the second you try.

he huffs, shaking his head. “don’t you try that shit. you know what m’gonna say to that.”

you groan at that, rolling your eyes fussily as your head turns to look up at the roof of the car. “you’re insufferable,” you sigh out, jokingly, of course. but, you were with logan long enough to know just how stubborn he could be. that he could almost always be.

which means, you knew exactly how to get what you wanted, in more ways than one.

let’s just say this way was more fun, anyway.

you let out an exasperated breath before turning back to face him, your eyes lighting up just slightly before you open up your mouth.

“guess i just gotta..” you trail off, hands now on your body with your fingertips grazing the skin on your chest; roaming around the loose shirt you had on. “..entertain myself for the next hour then..”

logan turns his head to you now, eyes fixing on your hand just long enough to catch you slip it underneath your bra, cupping one of your tits. you let out a low moan as you look into his eyes, fingers rolling the nipple there, and he scoffs.

it’s a sound that has your heart racing immediately.

“you’ve been a good girl so far, sweetheart. would hate for you to switch up when we’re almost fuckin’ there.” he warns you, turning his head back to the road, having seen enough. “don’t you start now. gonna make you regret it.”

a pang of arousal hits you just like that, pussy involuntarily clenching around nothing as he threatens you; a threat that you definitely need to see for yourself.

you merely pout at him again, but his words aren’t enough to stop you. not when you’re just getting started.

your hand leaves your breast, slowly inching down your stomach, then to the waistband of your shorts, all with your eyes still locked on him. you bite your lip as your hand breaches underneath the material, testing the waters before your fingers reach the hem of your panties.

fingertips aching to dip into the wet heat, you anticipate your own touch as your hands lower, but an immediate grasp at your wrist stops you completely, eliciting a gasp from your throat.

mouth falling open in shock, you turn to look at the man responsible with that gruff look on his face, and that snarl from him gives you more than enough of a warning.

you clear your throat, letting out a noise of frustration towards your boyfriend as he all but tosses your hand away carelessly.

“knock. it. off. don’t make me say it again.”

logan nearly growls at you, moving in closer to get right in your face; he isn’t playing around, and you know it.

but, god, does it only encourage you more.

it isn’t until logan’s focus is completely back on the road that you test the waters again; your fingers finally inserting themselves into your soft, warm folds, wet and waiting so impatiently.

it makes you moan, a hushed sound that you try your hardest to bite back from releasing, but you’re evidently unsuccessful.

so, before you know it, the truck is swerving, causing you to pull yourself back to hold onto the sides of the car, anywhere that you could grab onto. the wheels squeal loudly as the high pitch penetrates your ears, and logan makes a harsh u-turn without a second to waste.

“lo! what the fuck!” you exclaim loudly, wild eyes reaching for his own, but it’s no use. he’s dead set in front of him, shaking his head furiously as the white of his knuckles present itself from holding onto the wheel so tightly.

he’s had enough of your shit.

his eyes never leave the road in front of him once, never returning to you. no matter how much you talk or try to get him to respond, he doesn’t budge.

instead, for the next 5 minutes, silence fills the space between you as your eyes shut from your frustration. it’s all you really can do at this point.

but, it’s only when the high screech of the wheels halting and the gear being put into park has your eyes opening again, eyes latching onto the bright lights in front of you.

a gas station, and the convenience store’s white luminescent glass reflecting on logan’s face. he’s out the driver’s side as soon as you can look at him, and before you can process it, he’s dragging you out of the truck, slamming the door shut as he does so.

you scramble against him, fists almost pushing their hardest into his chest as you whine loudly, increasingly dazed and confused.

“logan, what the fuck are you doing?! let go of me!”

you fight against him harder, but there’s nothing stopping him. not now.

he lets out an exasperated breath, his heavy footsteps embedding themselves into the loud gravel beneath them as he drags you along.

“don’t play that shit with me. actin’ like you don’t know what the hell you’re doing,” he practically yells at you in a hushed voice, “you know what the fuck you’re doing.”

“walk.” he orders you instantly, and you don’t hesitate to obey. not when his voice gets like that.

most of all, because it makes your heart pound—pounding in your chest because he’s right. you know what you’re doing.. but, you can’t say you regret it. no, not one bit.

and if he’s gonna make you regret it, you might as well go all out. right?

his grip on your arm is tight as you walk side by side with him, leading you into the gas station with the door open for you. you can’t even acknowledge the cashier from how quick logan swifts the two of you past them; straight towards the bathroom, and it makes you gulp.

it’s too late for anyone to be around, too late for anyone to care, and you know that. but, the thought exhilarates you anyway.

he shoves the door open with a hushed whisper—one that’s almost incoherent as it escapes his lips. “you wanna act like a fucking brat?” he shuts the door hurriedly, shoving your body against the sink, “i’m gonna treat you like a fucking brat.”

you yelp at the sudden movement, his fingers digging themselves into your skin as you cry out at the feeling. it’s rough and brutal and it burns, but it’s so fucking good.

“lo.. lo, please,” you whine as your eyes shut tightly, the overwhelming sensation of his hands on you and his hot breath hitting your skin being too much to handle.

your body is flush against the sink as you attempt to squirm, to try to get him to do something, anything.

that cruel laugh of his fills your ears—quiet yet booming in your head as it sends chills throughout your entire body, eyes flashing open to look at him in the mirror in front of you. “please? please?” logan mocks you, “do y’even know what you’re asking for, baby? nah.. you don’t.”

“you just want..” logan trails off, his hands mindlessly reaching for your shorts, “to get fucked.. like the whore you are.”

without a single warning, he yanks them down along with your panties, and your whines are impossible to stop when the cool air hits your bare skin. when his filthy words are the only thing you can think about.

“can’t keep these pretty hands to yourself, you gotta rile me up to do it for you?” you hear the clank of his belt unbuckling, the zipper of his jeans sliding down, “gotta piss me off every goddamn time you get so fucking needy? i mean,” he laughs harder now, “not that i really blame you..”

logan pauses, and his eyes that were once staring directly at you now shift to look straight ahead, latching onto your mirrored reflection instead. as if he was looking right into you now. “pretty girl like you.. would be a shame to let this cunt go to waste. so, i’ll do you a favor..”

your jaw falls open in complete shock as your face contorts, as the tip of his cock breaches your tight hole, making your eyes roll back instantaneously with a sob from your lips.

“i’ll use her real good. for what she’s made for, yeah?”

your hands grip the sink in front of you as tightly as possible, body trembling as logan groans into your ear, his hands on your body never loosening.

instead, his grip only tightens as his hips become flush against your ass, his entire cock piercing you to the hilt with a satisfied moan.

“that was easier this time, wasn’t it? gettin’ used to me now. just needed to..” logan takes a moment to pull himself out of you, the tip resting against your entrance as he groans. he slams himself back inside of you so hard that your body fails you, your hands landing on the mirror to hold yourself up, bent over.

“break her in real fucking good.”

your body shakes against him as you cry out at his intrusion, stammering out a string of noises as your walls involuntarily clench around him over and over again. it’s almost as if you’re rapidly adapting to him; the way he stretches you out so much that it hurts in the best way possible. you’re pulsing around him, increasingly growing wetter by the second as your eyes water from the intense sensation.

your words slur with a few whines of what seem to be logan’s name as your hands move back to the sink, attempting to push yourself back up against him, but he stops you. grabbing one of your hands, he places it right against the mirror again, holding it still as he grinds himself into you. it makes you breathe out rapidly, body bent over the sink completely now.

“keep em’ right there. right fucking there. you don’t get to do that. y’don’t get to make any choices here.” he grunts in your ear, his thick beard grazing along your jaw as his eyes flicker from your face back to the mirror. he notices the way you’re trembling, eyes filled with those pretty tears of yours, and it makes him smile—a chuckle leaving him shamelessly.

he takes a moment to admire you, whispering out, “what i’m gonna do to you, baby..” and it makes your eyes flutter shut, warmth filling your core.

his other hand trails up the front of your body now, and it practically covers you completely because of how big it is—your stomach, your breasts, your chest, then finally, your neck. your gasp is loud; heavy, as his fingers wrap around your throat, holding you still for him.

all of you in the palm of his hand—all in his control.

you moan eagerly as he looks into your eyes through the mirror, grinning almost maliciously, “isn’t this what you wanted?” he laughs, his hips stirring a bit as he agonizingly pulls out of you, making you wince, “you wanted my attention so bad, wanted my cock so fucking bad..” he growls in your ear, his hand sliding from your throat to the back of your neck, pushing you down hard, and it makes you grip onto the side of the sink even more.

“well, now you fucking got it.”

the sound of his rasping grunt hits you first; before you’re sobbing out on his cock, pelvis hammering inside of you with a tight hold on your neck, keeping you there with no chance of stopping, no squirming, no escaping.. no running away from this.

all you can do is take it as he pounds into you, the agonizing ache of his cock sliding in and out of you rapidly increasing the coil in your core, your loud cries and moans enough to make him go harder.

“there you go, there she is..” logan grits out, hands now grasping at your hips, smacking your ass, eliciting a grunt from you, “better fuckin’ hope no one walks in here, or else all they’re gonna see is some whore gettin’ used.”

you cry out as you feel the tip of his cock reach the deepest parts inside of you, nudging your g-spot suddenly as a tear slides down your cheek, your knuckles white from how tight you were grasping at your surroundings. your cheeks grow hot from the idea of that happening, stomach tightening as heat pools your core.

“what’d they think, huh? you think they’d wanna join in on the fun? bet they’d wanna fuck you too after i’m done with you. tightest fuckin’ hole i’ve ever had.”

you whine out now, shaking your head desperately in retaliation as you deny it. you couldn’t ever have another man like this, not now, not ever—only him.

logan sighs out, “no, no, no, i’d never let em’ baby, don’t you worry,” he reassures you, pressing his lips against the top of your head, “this,” he murmurs, his hand reaching to cup the front of your cunt, the rough skin on his palm grazing your clit just enough to make you squeal, “s’all fuckin’ mine. you hear me? not a single soul gets to use her like i can.”

“not like she’d want it anyway. only wants my cock in her. s’the only way she can really be filled up.. fucked stupid and cryin’ for me. ain’t that right? never got fucked by a man like me before y’met me, and i’m sure as hell no one will ever get her trembling like i do.”

you shake your head again, tears continuously spilling out of your eyes as your stomach tightens repeatedly, “n-no, lo, only you—” you stammer out as logan buries himself inside of you to the hilt, plunging into the warm heat of your walls, and he slows, relying on pure power than pace now. the harsh drive of his hips has your head fogging up, so close to reaching your peak with your cunt shuddering.

“ohh, there we go, she’s doing it now. shaking all over this fucking cock, squeezin’ me so tight,” he hisses, “that all you up in this pretty little head, or can you even control it? can’t even control it, can you, baby?”

a string of noises leaves your lips, breathless and mixed with whines and a few tears in your eyes as your core spasms out, his cock hitting deep inside of you repeatedly.

“what was that? can’t really.. understand you, baby, y’gotta speak up..” he teases, a mean laugh escaping his throat, “c’monnn, use your words, really think em’ out, say em’ clearly.”

“c’mon, show me that you’re still my good girl. my good little girl. speak up for your old man, honey.”

you yelp out at his filthy words, “m’.. i c-can’t.. control it, ah!” your moans involuntarily stringing out, eyes fluttering shut and rolling to the back of your head, your pussy convulsing around him intensely. “g-gonna–c-cum, lo, oh—” you spit out, your chest grasping for as much air as possible.

he hums in your ear now, fingers reaching for your clit and fastening tight, harsh circles at it, making you shudder, your cunt throbbing around his cock—pulsating over and over again as you start to see white. “gonna fill you up, sweetheart, gonna make you take it, fuck.”

you can’t even register him anymore as he talks you through it, the “come for me, baby,” muffled in your ears as you listen to him, cunt constricting around him tightly as you soak him, and the sound is filthy as logan chases his release, squelching loudly from your climax.

you let out a muffled sob as logan finally reaches his peak, slamming himself deep inside of you as he holds you there, the spurts of white hot spilling & coating your walls. all you can hear is the ringing in your ears, along with the mixture of your heavy breaths and logan’s rasps surrounding you.

logan’s strong arms pull you up against him as you catch your breath, heart rate slowing as your back leans against his chest tiredly. he mutters sweet nothings to you, praising you with kisses along your neck, cheek, then to your lips.

“my good fucking girl, my sweet girl—oh, baby,” he hums in your ear, eyes shut as he takes you in. you sigh out, breathing him in as your hand reaches behind, landing on the back of his head to pull him in closer, “god, i love you.”

you laugh, pressing a mindless kiss on his skin, “i love you more, lo, i–i’m sorry for acting out, for being such a—” you begin to apologize, but he just shuts you up with another peck to your lips. “shh, you hush now. i appreciate it.. you riling me up all the damn time. s’ the only way i can still feel so young.”

you giggle, eyes opening up to turn your head to him, taking in his disheveled look—tired, old, grumpy. the man you loved, as handsome as ever.

“always young in my eyes, lo..” you smile, “besides.. it’s the only way i can get you to fuck me that good.” you tease.

he huffs, rolling his eyes. “i fuck you that good every goddamn time, n’ don’t you deny it.”

you laugh, nodding. you can’t deny that fact. but, your eyebrows furrow slightly, suddenly thinking back to the previous events.

“did you really fuck me in a gas station bathroom, babe? what if someone walked in?!” you groan, pushing your forehead into his chest, embarrassed.

he chuckles, “locked it the minute we got in here, baby. wouldn’t let anyone see you like that,” he reassures you, gently gripping the side of your head to make you look up at him, “you got that?”

his face is stern now as he looks into your eyes, and those butterflies in your stomach erupt as if it were the first time you ever got them from him. you nod though, gleaming up at him.

“got it.”

he grins, “good. now, let’s get you cleaned up n’ back on the road. back’s killing me even more now n’ that bed’s calling my name.”

you laugh at him, teasing him further. “old man.”

you wouldn’t want it any other way.

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cinnamorollcrybaby · 4 months ago

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MILF

Tags: Toji x Reader, nsfw, mdni, breeding kink, unprotected sex, car sex, daddy kink

Synopsis: Toji loves fucking milfs. Send tweet.

An: I love how we all collectively as a fandom decided Toji is the nastiest mf out there. I just really feel like he is down w everything.

Toji thinks it’s adorable when you’re apologizing profusely for canceling plans on him again. Kid’s gotta come first, right? He knows that being a single mom is hard, and that you wouldn’t be cancelling plans so often if you didn’t have a kid.

He doesn’t mind sitting with your kid while you take a while to get ready. He sits next to your son on the couch and plays xbox with him, telling you to take your time. He knows you don’t get to get out too often. Hell, your kid probably doesn’t know what a babysitter is because you never know how to take a break.

Toji finds you stunning as soon as you walk out of the bedroom in that sexy black dress. He doesn’t even mind that your snot nose brat just killed him in whatever game they were playing. “Haha! I beat you!” Your son gloats. While you talk to the babysitter about what your kid can and can’t have, he leans over towards your son’s ear. “Yeah, well, I’m gonna go fuck your mom, so who’s really winning?”

He has to practically drag you out of the house, placing his hand on the small of your back as a firm guide towards his car. He knows how badly you need “adult time”. You’ve complained plenty about only hanging out with your kid and having no social life.

His excitement grows as he watches you get tipsy off one glass of wine. You really don’t get out much, do you? He carefully walks you back to his car after dinner, and you’re just gushing over your little brat back at home. He’s had to stop you from calling the babysitter like 5 times to check up on him.

“Too busy takin’ care of everyone else, ma. Let me take care of you.” He mutters in your ear as he parks his car in the middle of nowhere.

Toji fucking loves the curves that come from childbearing, and don’t even get him started on the stretch marks. He’s a fiend when it comes to your full breasts that aren’t as perky as they were before your son.

He adores how moms aren’t afraid to get it on anywhere. They know the value of time, and they never know when another opportunity will arise. They take it when they can get it, and right now, you’re taking it in the back of Toji’s car.

“Mmmn~ shit. You swear you’re not a virgin?” He moans as your gummy walls squeeze tightly around his length. You’d giggle at his comment if you weren’t so full of his cock. You can only manage to let out a pathetic quiet whine.

“Nuh uh, louder baby.” He instructs as he works on stretching your cunt out. “Tonight’s all about you. Let me hear you.” A more confident moan falls from your lips from his words, and he grins behind you, loving the way you sound while you struggle to take him all in.

Toji has you face down ass up in his back seat. Your ass ripples with each time he plunges his thick cock in and out of you. The car fills with the nastiest noises straight from your sopping wet cunt. He swears to god moms always get the wettest. Their bodies are experienced, knowing more lubricant helps ease his cock in and out.

“Fuuuck, ma. You feel so fuckin’ good.” He groans behind you as his hips continue to slap against your asscheeks. “Makin’ me want to breed this pussy for myself.”

“Ngh~ T-Toji!” You cry out as your face is pressed to the leather of the seat. Your mouth is slightly agape, drooling everywhere from being so cock drunk.

“Hm? What you think about that, ma? I could give you another little brat to raise.” The car creaks and rocks back and forth with each harsh thrust. His eyes are fixed on your juices that are pooling around the base of his cock.

“I- … oh god, fuck~” You don’t even have it in you deny him. His cock feels so fucking good; you don’t want to say anything to make him stop. You need this.

Slap!

His hand connects with the fat of your ass as he swats at you. “Not an answer, ma.” He grunts as he leans his weight onto you, using it to his advantage against your poor sticky cunt. His large hand presses between your shoulder blades, holding you down to the seat.

“B-breed me!” Your voice cries out in a tone you’ve never heard before.

“Thaaat’s it.” He drawls with a smirk as his hips start to pound harder. “Good girl. Usin’ your words like that f’me. Daddy’ll give you what you want.”

Toji leans his head back, basking in the way your pussy is practically crying for him. Oh, the things flooding in his mind right now are downright fucking filthy. Thinking about how pretty you’d look pregnant with his kid. Thinking about giving your son a little sibling.

“Ohh~ my g-god… pleaasee.. I’m gonna come..” Your poor voice sounds so fucked out, your hips start to move, bouncing back against him while chasing your orgasm.

“Fuck yeah, ma… That’s it. Fuck me back.” He praises as his hand starts to massage your pillowy ass. His lewdly balls are clapping against your clit, stimulating you as well as making the most erotic noises. “Cum on daddy’s fat cock. C’mon. I know you can do it.”

Within seconds, your pussy is clenching around him, milking him for all he’s worth while your orgasm washes over you. “Shiiiit~ ma.” He hisses as he has to force himself to keep thrusting. His cock is throbbing from how sensitive he is right now, on the brink of his orgasm.

“Fuck. Toji, Toji, Toji..” You feel tears spring into your eyes as he continues to fuck you into oblivion. Overstimulated tears stroll down your cheeks as your body is so sensitive.

“Keep sayin’ my name, ma. Keep sayin’ daddy’s name.” He groans as he leans more into you, almost mounting you at this point. “Ngh~ gonna put a baby in you, okay ma?”

“Please—“ You hiccup as your body is continually getting wrecked.

A growl rips through his throat as he yanks your hips back into him, shoving himself as deep as your body will allow, and his cock pulses as he spills deep inside you.

Toji loves takin’ pretty mamas like you home after he’s finished ruining them. The way they half waddle and stumble back onto the house with his cum still nestled in their cute cunts. He imagines they try to sober up enough to kiss their kids goodnight before they get the best sleep of their life.

It ain’t much, but it’s honest work for Toji. 🫡

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orcelito · 2 years ago

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OK I do have that idea for a trigun longfic. And it is almost exclusively trimax inspired lol

#speculation nation #i adore tristamp but it didnt rip my heart out and repair it anew. you know.#so Sentido was my dabbling with tristamp. and then theres the post-Sentido one shot #but then. im going to dig my fingers DEEP into vash's psyche #i wanna do a time travel au. a chance for him to fix his mistakes (& made some new ones!)#tho i gotta finish trimax first. im gonna do that today. probably when i get home.#and then i'll have a solid idea of where im going with it. bc the start depends heavily on the end of trimax #just imagine. vash going through all that shit. but knowing what's going to happen.#trying to deal with this all on his own bc it's vash we're talking about here. of course he wouldnt tell anyone.#i even have an explanation for why time travel is viable. to be explained in the first chapter.#i just think it's neat! i want to hurt him badly but give him hope #and give him wolfwood 🥺🥺🥺🥺#he will be grieving even as he meets him anew. he will never forget the wolfwood he first knew.#and YEAH it has me fucked up just thinking about. PERFECT for the kind of longfic i wanna write.#trigun spoilers/

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bitterkarella · 11 months ago

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Midnight Pals: Spicy Stories

JK Rowling: hello children Poe: oh Poe: oh joanne Poe: you're back Rowling: i have concernss Poe: uh we're mostly about just telling stories here Poe: you have your own campfire for your terf stuff don't you? Rowling: yess but they've really been getting on my nervess lately

Rowling: you know how it iss with terf deatheaterss Poe: not really Rowling: alwayss agreeing with everything i ssay Rowling: all "oh yes dark lord" this and "oh spare me dark lord" that Rowling: ssometimess you jusst get tired of hearing "masterful gambit dark lord"

Rowling: i tell you, you don't know how hard it is to run a cult L Ron Hubbard: oh yeah woof big mood Hubbard: people think its all fun, but its actually a lot of work Rowling: I know right????

Poe: regardless, joanne, i'm going to have to put my foot down Poe: this campfire is just for stories Rowling: uhhh actually i do have a new ssstory Rowling: i wass insspired to write after having an argument on the internet Barker: oh damn no shit? Barker: that's wild

Rowling: it's a new harry potter ssstory King: oh man! it's about time, i've been hoping for a new potter story for ages! Rowling: itss about hermione going back in time to help grindelwald, who actually had sssome good points if you think about it

Rowling: i call it Rowling: the time turner diariesss Barker: wow this is not really funny anymore Baker: its like INTENSELY not funny Lovecraft: catchy title tho!

Rowling: i'm retconning grindelwald into a misundersstood idealisst Rowling: who was only forced to make hard choicess because of the unreassonablenesss of decadent weimar society

Rowling: oh also you know that thing where people kept criticizing me cuz technically grindelwald's "evil" plan was to prevent the holocaust? Rowling: well good news Rowling: i've rectified that little mistake

Rowling: like, why would the naziss target transs & queer people, traditionally the most powerful and widely accepted memberss of ssociety? Rowling: would not the naziss, famouss for their love of diverssity, actually approve of them? Rowling: i'm jusst asskin questions

King: actually joanne there's a lot of well-documented evidence Barker: give it up steve King: no no i can fix this King: i'm sure if i just lay out the facts in a logical, well-reasoned manner- Barker: oh god that's so cute Barker: don't you just love him? Poe: that's our steve

King: so you see the nazi book burning of the institute for sexualwissenschaft- Rowling: nope Rowling: didn't happen King: King: well it kinda did, see, as i was saying- Rowling: thiss iss missogyny

Rowling: i don't undersstand you lot at all Rowling: i come into your campfire, i make a sstatement that i really want to be true & you all refuse to accept it Rowling: thiss issn't the way it works over with my terf deatheaters at all Rowling: they love accepting things i ssay!

Rowling: it'ss actually really missogynisstic that you all refusse to accept what i'm ssaying asss truth Rowling: even though you all know how badly i want it to be true King: but joanne, it isn't true- Rowling: ssave it for court ssteve!

Mary Shelley: sup fuckers Shelley: i got here late wot's going on? Barker: joanne is doing holocaust denial Rowling: EXCUSE ME it'ss only holocausst denial if you quesstion the murder of jews Rowling: tho now that i think about it i do have some questionss

Rowling: like, would they not have ussed their goblin magic to essscape? Lovecraft: ya know, she makes a good point Sonia Greene: i'm right here howard Lovecraft: Greene: see, this is why i don't talk much

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december 18th. lorenzo berkshire — time out.

lorenzo berkshire x fem reader

summary ; sometimes, it’s just obvious how badly your boy needs a small punishment. words ; 2.3k warnings ; smut, face sitting/riding, oral f!recieving, handjob, edging/orgasm denial, nudity

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He could be insufferable. A tease. Neglectful. An absolute bastard when he wanted to be. It was his greatest talent—knowing exactly how to worm his way under your skin, leaving you simmering in irritation one moment and utterly weak for him the next.

Today, however, he’d crossed a line.

A brush of his hand over your waist in the morning, a kiss to your temple, murmured promises of later, love whispered against your neck. He'd teased you endlessly, winding you up until you felt like you were bursting at the seams, only to abandon you entirely.

For his friends. His boys.

You’d walked into the living room, hoping for his attention, only to find him sprawled across the couch with Theo and Blaise, laughing like nothing else in the world mattered. You’d even lingered, leaning against the doorframe, waiting for him to notice. He hadn’t.

And now, here you were—stripped completely bare, walking through the house like you didn’t have a care in the world. Now he was trailing behind you, as if the guilt had finally caught up to him. You could feel his eyes on you—burning, desperate, but you didn’t give him the satisfaction of looking back. He was on time out.

“Come on, babe,” he said, his voice a mixture of exasperation and apology. “How long are you going to ignore me?”

You didn’t answer. Instead, you kept walking, bare feet padding softly against the wooden floor as you made your way into the kitchen. His footsteps followed close behind, his breaths quickening every time you passed through a beam of sunlight, your bare skin glowing in the afternoon light.

He groaned audibly, and you caught a muttered, “Bloody hell,” under his breath.

You opened a cabinet, pulling down a glass like he wasn’t even there. The cool air from the fridge kissed your skin as you grabbed a pitcher of water, still refusing to acknowledge him.

“Okay, you’ve made your point,” he tried again, his tone shifting to something softer, almost pleading. “I messed up. I’m sorry, alright?”

Nothing. You poured the water slowly, taking your time, knowing full well he was watching every movement.

“Don’t do this to me,” he continued, stepping closer. “You know I can’t stand it when you’re mad at me.”

You took a sip, savoring the coolness of the water before setting the glass down.

He sighed heavily, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “You’re killing me here.”

Finally, you turned to face him, leaning back against the counter with your arms crossed. His gaze was instantly on your chest, his lips parting slightly as his eyes drank you in.

“What do you want, Lorenzo?” you asked, your tone sharp but calm.

His eyes snapped back to yours, wide and almost innocent, like he hadn’t been caught ogling. “I want to fix this,” he said quickly, stepping closer.

“Fix what?” You tilted your head, pretending to consider. “You didn’t do anything wrong, remember? Just spent the whole day ignoring me like I wasn’t even here.”

“That’s not true—”

“Isn’t it?” you interrupted, raising a brow. “Go on, tell me what I wore this morning.”

He hesitated, his mouth opening and closing as he struggled for an answer.

“Exactly.”

“Okay, okay,” he said, holding his hands up in surrender. “You’re right. I was a shit boyfriend today. But I swear, I didn’t mean to—”

“Didn’t mean to what?” you asked, taking a step closer. His breath hitched, and you could feel the heat radiating off him as you closed the gap. “Didn’t mean to leave me here all day while you laughed with your friends? Didn’t mean to tease me and then walk away like I didn’t matter?”

He shook his head, his curls falling into his eyes. “No, I—”

“Save it.” You stepped back, and he immediately reached for you, his hand brushing your wrist.

“Please,” he murmured, his voice rough. “I’ll do anything. Just tell me how to fix it.”

The corner of your mouth twitched, but you forced yourself to stay composed. “Anything?”

“Anything,” he repeated, the word carrying a weight that made your pulse quicken.

You studied him for a moment, taking in the way his chest rose and fell, the tension in his jaw, the unmistakable desire burning in his eyes.

“Alright,” you said finally, your voice soft but firm. “Then you can start by keeping your mouth shut.”

His brows furrowed slightly in confusion, but he didn’t argue.

“And,” you continued, leaning in close enough that your breath ghosted over his lips, “if you’re good, maybe I’ll forgive you.”

His tongue darted out to wet his lips, his body practically trembling with anticipation. “I’ll be good,” he said quickly. “I promise.”

“Good,” you murmured, brushing past him. “Then go sit down. I’ll tell you what to do next.”

He didn’t hesitate. At your command, he sank to the floor, sitting back on his heels with a soft groan, eyes locked on you in a mixture of longing and obedience. His hands rested loosely at his sides, but the tension in his fingers was palpable.

“Good,” you said, your voice dripping with authority as you surveyed him. “Now, on your back.”

He swallowed, a slight shiver running through him at the coldness in your tone, but he obeyed. Lying flat on the floor, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his eyes never leaving you.

You smirked as you walked toward him, every step deliberate, making sure he could see the sway of your hips, the slow roll of your muscles as you moved.

“Hands where I can see them,” you ordered, your voice firm as you knelt down beside him.

His hands shot up instinctively, palms open, placed carefully on the floor by his sides, where you could keep an eye on them.

“Good boy,” you purred, but the praise was laced with a teasing edge. “You’re learning.”

You straddled him then, positioning yourself slowly on top of him, your body hovering just above his. His breath hitched at the proximity, but you didn’t let him move a muscle.

“Don’t even think about it,” you warned, eyes narrowing as you met his gaze. “I’m in charge here. You don’t touch me. You don’t touch yourself.”

His lips parted, but no words came out—just a needy sound that made you smile darkly.

“Do you understand?” you asked, your tone a sharp contrast to the sweetness of your words.

“Yes,” he breathed out, his voice barely audible but filled with an unmistakable edge of desperation.

“Good.” You leaned in, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, “Then stay still. If you can be good for me, maybe I’ll reward you later.”

His body stiffened under you, a silent promise hanging in the air, but you didn’t let him say another word. This time, you were in control—and you had every intention of keeping it that way.

Your words seemed to paralyze him. As if suddenly realizing his position, his eyes widened, and he gave a subtle nod of understanding. He remained perfectly still, hands at his sides, body tensed in anticipation beneath you.

You shifted your weight, moving upwards until you hovered directly over his face. The heat of your core radiated onto his skin, eliciting a muffled gasp from below. His lips parted slightly, but he didn't dare move a muscle, obeying your strict command.

"Remember," you murmured, your voice stern yet laced with a seductive undertone. "Not a single touch. Not unless I give you permission." You emphasized the last word firmly, ensuring he understood who held power in this moment.

With deliberate slowness, you lowered yourself onto his waiting mouth.

The moment you made contact, a low moan escaped him, vibrating against your sensitive flesh. His tongue flicked out tentatively, seeking permission, but he held himself back from fully tasting you.

"That's it," you cooed, grinding down ever so slightly. "Just like that."

His breath grew ragged as he fought to maintain control, his restraint evident in the way his hands clenched at his sides. But despite his efforts, small whimpers of need slipped free with each pass of his tongue along your slit.

"You're doing so well," you praised, your voice thick with approval. "Such a good boy for me."

His response was muffled but enthusiastic—a desperate sound that sent shivers racing up your spine.

Your words seemed to embolden him further. Despite his earlier hesitation, now there was a newfound determination in the way he explored you with his mouth. His tongue swirled around your clit before delving deeper, stroking your inner walls with fervent precision.

Your moans echoed throughout the room, spurring him on as he devoured you hungrily. His nose brushed against your sensitive nub each time you ground down onto him, adding an extra layer of stimulation that left you gasping for air.

As much as you wanted to succumb to the pleasure coursing through you, you maintained control—your grip tightening on his hair as you guided him exactly where you needed him most.

"Yes," you hissed between clenched teeth, feeling the pressure building within you. "Right there...don't stop."

His movements became more frantic, driven by a primal urge to please you. Each stroke of his tongue was punctuated by a low growl of satisfaction from deep within his throat, as if he couldn't get enough of your taste.

Your thighs trembled around his head, your grip on his hair loosening slightly as you teetered on the brink of ecstasy. Every nerve ending felt electrified, every inch of skin hypersensitive to even the slightest brush against it.

"Fuck..." The curse fell from your lips like a prayer, your body arching into his touch as you chased after that elusive peak. And when it finally crashed over you—an intense wave of pure bliss that left you breathless and spent—you cried out his name like a mantra.

Your breathing was uneven as you finally lifted yourself off his face, his cheeks slick and his lips parted as he gasped for air, his pupils blown wide with a mix of arousal and desperation. You could see the faintest glimmer of relief in his expression, as if he thought the punishment might finally be over.

Poor thing.

Without a word, you turned around, shifting your legs to straddle his head again—but this time facing his body. His gasp was muffled as your thighs enveloped him once more, his tongue automatically seeking you out like the obedient little toy he was.

“Don’t stop,” you ordered, planting your hands on his firm chest for balance.

He groaned in response, the vibrations sending a pleasant jolt through your core. The angle allowed you to see every twitch of his body, every small shift in his hips as he sought any kind of friction against the unrelenting tightness of his jeans.

Your gaze drifted lower, to the tent in his pants that looked almost painful. His cock strained against the fabric, the tip undoubtedly sticky with pre-cum by now. A wicked smile played on your lips as you leaned forward, fingers deftly working to unbutton his jeans.

His hips bucked slightly, and you tightened your thighs around his head in warning. “Ah, ah. Stay still,” you chided, glancing over your shoulder.

A muffled whimper escaped him, and you couldn’t help but grin as you slid his jeans and boxers down just enough to free his cock.

“Look at you,” you purred, your fingers wrapping around his length. He twitched in your hand, the needy sound he made muffled beneath you. “So hard, so desperate. Is this what happens when you spend the whole day teasing me? Neglecting me?”

You swiped your thumb over the tip, spreading the slickness there as he groaned against you. His tongue faltered for a moment, but you gave a sharp roll of your hips, reminding him of his place.

“Focus,” you demanded, tightening your grip slightly on his cock. “I didn’t tell you to stop.”

He doubled his efforts, his tongue working frantically as you began to stroke him with slow, deliberate movements. His hips bucked again, and you clicked your tongue in disapproval.

“What did I say about staying still?” you asked, your tone low and threatening.

He whimpered, his hands fisting against the rug as he fought to keep himself in check.

“Good boy,” you murmured, speeding up your strokes just enough to make his hips jerk involuntarily. You could feel the tension building in his body, the way his thighs trembled and his breath hitched as you worked him closer and closer to the edge.

And then, just as his body went taut and his cock twitched in your hand, you stopped.

The strangled sound he made was almost pitiful, his hips bucking uselessly as he tried to chase his release.

“Did you really think I was going to let you cum?” you asked, your tone dripping with mockery. “Not after the day you’ve put me through.”

He whimpered again, his hands flying to his sides as if begging for permission to touch you, to do something, anything.

“Ah, ah,” you chided, swatting his hands away. “This is a punishment, Lorenzo. You’re not supposed to enjoy it.”

You could feel him trembling beneath you, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. And yet, despite his desperation, his tongue never stopped.

“Maybe next time, you’ll think twice before teasing me,” you said, your voice sharp and commanding. “And maybe, just maybe, you’ll remember who’s really in charge here.”

You began to rock your hips again, grinding against his face with renewed fervor. He moaned against you, the sound sending a delicious shiver through your body as you chased your own release.

His cock throbbed in your hand, still achingly hard and dripping with neglect, but you didn’t so much as glance at it.

“Stay still,” you reminded him, your voice breathless as you felt yourself hurtling toward the edge.

And when you finally came, your thighs clenching around his head and your moans echoing through the room, you knew he was entirely and completely yours.

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