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boyfriend!toji who doesnât know why but he feels this weird jealousy everytime he sees you meet your friends and greet them all with a big hug. you never did that with him. you relationship was still fairly new to the both of you, but you kissed you fucked you even held hands sometimes when walking around. but, what toji was now realizing, was that he wanted a hug. well, he wanted a hug from You. not a casual little hug, a hug. holding each other. he didnât know how to broach the subject without sounding needy and like the complete opposite of how he usually acts. he had never cared about this kinda stuff with other people, heâd never experienced it growing up and he thought he could live without it. until you. until you showed him that wanting to be held was normal. heâd been thinking about it for a while until one night, as the two of you got ready for bed it simply slipped out.
âhow come you donât hug me?â
immediately you stopped plaiting your hair and turned to him with a shocked look.
âwhat?â
âhow come you donât hug me? like when you see your friends or you say bye you hug them. you donât hug me.â
as soon as he said it he felt stupid. a grown man like him, older than you and he was sat here asking for a fucking hug. what if you turned the question around and said âwell you donât hug meâ what would he say? that iâve never done that before sorry i donât know how? his thoughts came to a stop when he felt a small hand grab his own larger one.
âi- toji im so sorry. iâm sorry i didnât think that was something you wanted.â
fuck now heâs made you feel bad.
ânah doll you donât have to say sorry, its nothing letâs just go to bedâ
âno toji please. letâs talk about it.â
you lifted the blanket and made your way over to his side of the bed so you could sit face to face. everything about you was so soft, so kind. such a complete contrast to himself. he was panicking, he didnât do stuff like this, never talked about stuff like this.
âhonestly toji, i really just thought you werenât a touchy person. iâm sorry for just assuming especially considering everything youâve been through,â
âno please doll. i wasnât trying to blame you for anything. i justâ
his palms were actually sweating, but your face. god your darling sweet face, looking at him like he hung up the stars in sky. like every word out of his mouth meant the world to you. you would wait for him to get the words out no matter how long he took.
âi donât know to be honest. youâre right iâm not a touchy person iâve never really hugged anyone. but i want that. with you. and im sorry, i should be the one to initiate it i just didnât really know how doll.â his voice was so quiet, just a rough whisper.
he looked up to stare into your glassy eyes when you leaned in and kissed him. a small whisper of a kiss.
âcan i hug you?â you said with your lips pressed against his.
he knew you knew he would prefer not to dwell on it.
and then he wrapped his arms around your back so tightly like he was showing the universe just how bad he needed you. he pulled you into his lap and let his cheek fall to your shoulder. he felt your arms wrap around his neck and you fingers stroking the hairs at his nape.
neither of you spoke, you simply sat and held each other and made a silent promise to maintain the closeness from today onwards.
âthank you for telling me toji. you big baby.â
âyeah thatâs enough. time for bed.â
your giggle was music to his ears.
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Imagine getting fucked by a ghost or an invisible force in front of a mirror. Thereâs nothing you can do but feel and see your gaping pussy. The best part is that you never know when theyâre going to fuck you again since you canât see them <3
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*bites ur scruff*
[full on twitter]
#dont be mad at me but um the shirt is fake sorry ):#how do i censor this in a god fearing & satan fucking way?#i dont have the legendary focus to do all of kinktober but if i see mating kink you know im fucking there babes#bg3#nsft#astarion#astarion smut#ok im gonna go take a nap b#tavstarion#astarion x tav#adriannu: why are you so fucking yolked dude
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â sugar, sugar
[part ii] | [part iii] | [masterlist]
wolverine/logan howlett x neighbor!f!reader
rated e - 6.5k
tags: asshole friend!wade, (sorta soft) roommate!logan, baker!neighbor!reader, flirting, mutual yearning, immature humor, a reference to while you were sleeping, wingman!wade and the worse way to meet someone, light angst, oral sex, swallowing, fingering, v. light ass play, unprotected PiV, appearance of The Claws, whatâs a refractory period, sorta audible voyeurism (brief/humorous)
a/n: includes spoilers for deadpool & wolverine (which omg I loved - what was your fave cameo?)
Your eccentric neighbor Wade may drive you a little up the wall⊠but, youâre willing to put up with him if it means heâll introduce you to his new, grumpy-looking roommate.
âYou gonna introduce me?â
Youâve cornered Wade in the apartmentâs laundry room - the door to the front-loading washer hanging open as he holds a bundle of red fabric up to his chest.
âYou think this will wash out?âÂ
The suit in question looks like it had been run over by a truck and then set on fire, with the rips criss-crossed in the leather and the numerous charred holes scattered across the chest.
âDefinitely.â Your eyes flicker down, and then back up, âSo, will you?â
He bundles the suit up - flinging into the back of the washer, the laundry basket still tucked under an arm.
âReally? Not even âhello, Wadeâ? âLooking good, Wadeâ?â His voice pitches up, imitating yours, âDoes our friendship really mean nothing to you?â
You wouldnât necessarily call Wade Wilson a friend.
In fact, heâs honestly the worst neighbor youâve ever had.Â
Loud, obnoxious. Persuasive - the first night you met you had been banging on his door at three in the morning, yelling at him to shut up as music and a caterwauling voice blared through the shared wall.
Ten minutes later you were playing the drums on his late night session of Rock Band, using a banana and a wooden spoon in place of sticks. Only for Althea to stomp out of her room and shut everything down, scaring both of you out of your skins. Â
But sometimes, you think - remembering the times he came through for you, a shoulder to cry on, helping him this slump heâs been digging himself out of - he might just be the best, as well.
And maybe that was friendship, after all.Â
You sigh, leaning against the row of washers. Eyes flicking over him, a small smile tugging at your lips.
âYou do look good, Wade,â Thereâs a tilt of your head, the smile widening, âGlad you lost the toupee, that really wasnât your color.â
âAh, ah. Repurposed,â He chides, cupping his crotch, âYou wouldnât believe how much Iâve missed-â
âEw, stop.â Your face scrunches, a hand covering your eyes as you shield your vision, âWill you please just answer my question?â
He throws a handful of shirts in the washer, âWhich was...?â
Your head shakes - a hand on his arm as you reach for a glint of gold in the pile of clothes. Cringing as a handgun appears, held gingerly between thumb and forefinger as you set it on the side table.
âGood call,â He nods, âDry clean only.â
You can't help a laugh then, even as your hands brace on your hips, âI want to meet your roommate.â
He frowns, âYouâve met Blind Al.â
âJesus, Wade. Not Al." A hand waves, " I mean Mister Tall, Dark, and Brooding.â
Youâve seen the stranger in the hallways a few times in the month since heâs moved in. Scruffy and scowling the first time, a silent shadow behind Wadeâs endless chatter.Â
But in the weeks following, that look had softened. Youâd stopped by twice with cookies to welcome him, but every time youâve just gotten Al.
Not that you dislike Al, thatâs not it at all. Sheâs sweet enough to you when itâs not 3 a.m. or if Wade doesnât have her annoyed half to death.
But you certainly werenât harboring a crush on her. Maybe even secretly hoping that maybe the new neighbor will get a little lost and end up at your door, instead of his new place. Â
âOoh,â The syllables draw out - detergent flung in, before heâs leaning against the washer too, facing you. âYeah, Logan. He's great, got a mean âHugh Jackmanâ vibe, just without the singing. Youâd like him.â
Something like hope flutters in your belly, but then heâs raising a finger - wiggling it at you, âJust one question though. Whatâs in it for me?â
That has you scowling, âWhat do you mean? You owe me. I covered for you when you had that barqueue in the stairwell.â
âGod, that was great sausage.â Wade groans, thinking back, âMmm, but I think Peter covered for me.â
âWho do you think got Peter?â
âWell, I donât remember seeing you.â He shrugs.
âI was right-,â You pinch the bridge of your nose between thumb and forefinger, a sharp exhale of breath, âFine. If you do this for me, Iâll do that thing you keep asking me to do.â
Wade gasps gleefully, âYou mean youâll make the triple decker-â
â-chocolate caramel cheesecake chimichangas. Yes.â You finish with him, arms crossing over your chest, âYouâre lucky you heal fast because that should put you right into a food coma.â
âRight. Lucky me,â He smirks. A second as he thinks, before he snaps his fingers, âIâm having a little get-together tonight! You should come. Was gonna invite you anyway.â
The pounding in your head ratchets up at the thought that all this couldâve been avoided.
âLogan sleeps on the couch, though,â He adds, sagely, âSo just letting you know that if the two of you decide to get your fuck on in my bed, according to the state of New York I am legally allowed to join you.â
âThanks for the warning,â You grimace - even if youâre certain that cannot possibly be true, âBut I do have my own apartment.â
âOh, right.â Thereâs the faintest edge of disappointment in his tone, paired with a sigh.
You give him a sideways look, then.
âI saw Vanessa leaving yesterday. Things getting better?â
He sobers at that, eyes moving towards the sliver of a window. The glimpse of the street outside.
âYeah.â Wade manages, âYeah, I think so.â
There had once been a flicker of something. In-between your annoyance and exasperation, there were tendrils of tenderness. Long snuffed out, when you had seen just how banged up his heart was. How itâs always belonged to another.Â
You had gotten over it. Gotten to a place where seeing him now, like this, makes you smile.
âIâm really glad to hear that.âÂ
He smiles, then.
âThanks. Me too.â
âHey, hold on.â Wade darts in front of his roommate, a leg kicked up high to block the doorway, âWhere are you going? You canât go out.â
Logan scowls, an arm already shoved into his leather jacket, âSure I can.â
The blow against his shoulder might move a lesser man, but Wadeâs fingers just grip the frame even tighter, âBut I promised-, I got a friend that wants to meet you. There is some really important shit at stake here. I canât let you go.â
An eyebrow cocks, âCanât? I think we both know how that would go if you tried to stop me.â
It would be easy to get into this right here and now, but his suit is still in the dryer and heâs not about to spend another hour cleaning up blood.
âWait, wait, wait,â He throws a hand up, âArenât you listening to me? A girl wants to meet you. Sheâs hot, she has a job, and she has an apartment. Youâre only one outta three there. Canât you see what a good opportunity this is? This is totally in your favor!â
Logan scoffs, his tongue tucking against his teeth. Hesitating for just a second, but it's enough that Wade knows heâs got him.
âIâve met your friends,â He eventually acknowledges, âTheyâre good folk and all, but there isnât anyone there Iâd like to âget to know betterâ, yeah?â
âYou havenât met this one. She lives next door.â
The pause stretches longer this time. Dark eyes dart out into the hallway, and Wade can practically hear those rusted gears turning.
âApartment 16 or 18?â Logan finally rasps, his arms crossing.Â
Oh, heâs definitely got him. Just call him Wade Wilson, New Yorkâs own personal Cupid. New life goal - get his friends laid.Â
He nocks a mental arrow - aiming, and then firing with his answer.Â
â18.âÂ
Another beat passes, and then a sigh.Â
âAlright.â The leather sleeve slips from his arm, drooping in his fist.
âFive minutes. Thatâs all Iâm staying.â
Wadeâs fist pumps.Â
Bullseye, motherfucker.Â
The apartment is packed and itâs been well past the allotted five minutes. Loganâs been nursing a beer for the last fifteen, eyes flicking over the people heâs grown to know well.
Offering a tight, half-smile when the big man claps him on the back, followed by Opposites Attract. Almost tempted to find that damn dog, just to have something to do.Â
Or maybe, just bail all-together.
Starting to think this was all an elaborate prank. Some fucked up aspect of this Earth, unknown to him until now.
Heâs too old for this shit. If he heads for the bedroom now, he might make it out the fire escape before anyone notices.
Logan is still entertaining this new thread of thought until he hears his name - called out over whatever fuck-face bullshit boy-band music Wadeâs been playing.Â
Ambiance, his ass.
The muscles of his crossed arms flex. Catching the way his roommate hauls a girl across the floor - the look of panic on her face as she tosses a container onto the nearest surface.
Wade hadnât been lying, after all. It was Apartment 18 - that was about as much as he knew about you.
Other than the color of your eyes. The smell of your perfume in the hall. Your hair, your schedule - waking in the mornings to hear your door opening at 5 a.m., five days a week.
A baker. A damn good one, from the bits of cookie heâs snuck when no one was home.Â
Had never thought to introduce himself, because heâs been through all this before. Knows better than to reach out in the first place - still nursing the old wound of heartache, one that still flares to life in his chest.
Better not to hope, or even think, at all.Â
You stumble when he lets go, and Loganâs hands only curl tighter. Afraid to touch, now that youâre so close.Â
A pretty young thing compared to him. This was a fucking stupid idea, his eyes darting away as Wade claps, his hands spreading wide.Â
âLogan,â Wadeâs tone is cordial, as if discussing the weather, âThis is our neighbor, Sugar. She bakes a mean penis cake and likes emotionally unavailable men.â
A dejected sigh as he regards you, âWhich is why itâs never worked out between us. I am just too available.â
Penis cake?
Logan shoots you a sideways look, an eyebrow cocked. Caught off guard by this unexpected intro, and it seems you are the same - gauging by the way your mouth drops open.Â
Your face swimming with regret, as you hiss, âOh my god. Wade. It was one time. Why do you have to put it like that?â
Wadeâs smile widens, his tone still innocent, âJust skipping over the âgetting-to-know-youâs, so you can know if youâre compatible.â
Already pivoting to face Logan with a little wink, his own scowl already deepening. Something like nerves flickering to life - as he wonders if this will all be over before it ever begins.
âAnd this is Logan. Heâs from another Earth, is two-hundred years old, and has a metal dong.â
Jesus Christ.Â
Loganâs teeth grit, before he snarls, âItâs not made of metal-â
Out of the corner of his eye, catches the curious dip of your gaze. Past the folded twist of his arms, the flannel, down to his thick belt buckle.
A knock rings out then, interrupting him from any further clarification.
âOoh! Door,â Wade thumbs over his shoulder, âGo on now, weâve got some good energy going here. Sugar and spice, I love it.â
A spin on his heel, and heâs leaving them alone. Silence a lingering companion for a long moment, before Logan turns.
âNice to meet you.â He seethes, jaw working as he shoots daggers at Wadeâs back. A hand extended - heâd manage that much at least.
Waiting for you to make an excuse and run, but all you do is fit your hand into his. Soft and strong and a near perfect fit.
Logan doesnât touch people much anymore unless itâs a hand around a throat, or claws buried deep into a chest. Had almost forgotten what it was like, even if this meeting is close to his own personal version of hell.
âNice to finally meet you, too.â Your smile is wry. Hands still clasped a moment longer, until heâs withdrawing.Â
Your hands shove into your back pockets. The tilt of a head as you regard him, and he lets his eyes meet yours.Â
Theyâre pretty, like the rest of you. Captivating even, if he could use such a word, and Wadeâs words ring out in his head.Â
She wants to meet you.
Heâs wondering if thatâs still true. Maybe youâre wondering the same, with the way you look at him.Â
âSo,â You begin, awkwardly - another unconscious flick of your eyes,âHow does-â
âUh-uh.â Loganâs head shakes. Heâs picked up a couple things living with Wade. Never used to be a bargaining man, but he has to admit it has its uses.Â
âIf you wanna know, you gotta go first.âÂ
He hates you.
He must, with the way heâs scowling. Thighs spread wide as he sits on the couch you had gestured to, fingers in a vice grip around the bottle. No doubt plotting a dozen ways to ditch you the second he can.
Who wouldnât, with a meeting like this? You could kill Wade, cheeks burning as you sink into the worn cushions next to him.
That is, until your knee knocks against his. The muscles in his thigh flexing - but Logan lets it rest, instead of pulling away.Â
âYou gonna-?â His voice is gruff, a low rasp that makes goosebumps raise across your skin.Â
âUh, sure.â Your fingers twist, âWhich part did you want to hear about?â
His eyebrows lift. Those dark eyes beneath, almost a hint of amusement in them.
âRight,â The little laugh that bubbles from you is self-conscious, âWell, I donât really like emotionally unavailable men, they just have a habit of finding me.â
His voice is low, âHow would Wade know that?â
âMm, how would he know about your-?â Your eyes flicker down for the third time, and he shifts.Â
âYou first.â
âAlright.â You huff, but youâre smiling now. Some of your discomfort easing.Â
Logan is even more handsome than you had thought. You like the way his eyes dart away, only to come back and linger.Â
Itâs starting to make you think that maybe itâs not dislike that has so much of him hidden away. Maybe itâs just been a long time since someone tried to peel any of him back.Â
Maybe heâs as nervous as you are.
âWell, heâs had to scare an ex or two away.â You shrug, âHe only knows because I told him. And the cake, oh-, that was him, too.â
You turn then, to face him. A shoulder brushing the arm he has thrown across the back of the couch, a flicker in his eyes as you get comfortable beside him.
âWell, Wade had gotten ripped in half a couple years ago,â You nose wrinkles, a wave of your hand, âAnd it all like, has to grow back, right? Itâs so creepy.â
Logan grimaces at your explanation, and you wonder if he understands. You think he must - you had thought he was like Wade, in some ways.Â
Different. Special.
âWell, he uh, finished growing everything in,â You make a sweeping gesture over your lower half, âAnd the next year to celebrate his dickiversary, he ordered a penis cake from my shop.â
âHis⊠dickiversary.â Logan repeats slowly.
The heat is back in your cheeks, but you nod, âYeah, because it like, it came back and all. And he paid in cash, I couldnât say no.â
Thereâs the smallest twitch of Loganâs lips, and it feels like a victory.
âRight. What flavor was it?â
Your smile widens with relief, âStrawberries and cream. It was so good. Iâll have to make it for you sometime.â
A second before you cringe, adding, âI mean, a normal one. NotâŠâ
He hums then, close to a laugh. Â
âSure. You do that.â
You smile, letting your shoulder bump his, âAnd with that⊠I think itâs your turn.â
The bit of humor in his expression flattens. A searching look thrown your way, before he inhales a breath.
Setting it free.Â
âIâm a mutant.â
Logan waits there, as if expecting something. You only nod, thinking of the ones you know. Colossus, Ellie, Yukio, Domino. Wade.Â
âWade said you were similar to him. I had assumed-â You encourage, waiting.
âRight,â He seems relieved, some of the tension ebbing, âMy powers are regenerative, like his. But unlike him, I have these-â
Thereâs the jerk of his wrist, and three sharp metal claws sprout from between his knuckles. Your gasp is caught in your throat as you cling to his flannel shirt - the surprise bleeding into worry.Â
They glint in the light, as his fingers flex.Â
âAdamantium instead of bones. All of me is like this.â
The claws sheath themselves inside him again. His wounds smoothing over seconds later, as he scrubs his knuckles across his jeans, wiping away blood.Â
Offering out his hand, after. Letting your grip unwind from his shirt, and press against his skin instead. Feeling the tendons in his hand, his wrist. The skeleton beneath utterly unyielding, a weight to his limb that is so unlike your own.
âMetalâŠâ You trail off, as pieces click into place, âI get it now. So does Wade really think thereâs like, an actual bone-?â
Logan huffs again, âGuess so.â
You laugh then. A thought sobering you after, as a fingertip drifts up to the dip between his fingers.Â
âBut doesnât that hurt?âÂ
It makes you wince to even think about it. Much less how casually they sprung from him, no different than breathing.Â
He shrugs, and itâs heartbreaking.
âDoesnât even phase me anymore.â
âAnd, the two hundred years,â Another facet you put together out loud, âYouâre still alive because you keep healing? Will it be that way forever?â
His hand flexes in your grip.
âNot forever. Apparently my powers will run out, at some point.â His eyes meet yours, âThe Logan in this world is dead. Wade pulled me from another.â
Your brow furrows - always trying to keep up with the snippets that Wade has told you across the years - stories about time-traveling and mutants and even how he came to be. But this seems too deep. Surely Logan must be joking.
âAnother world, huh?â You ask, head tilting - trying your best to roll with it, âWonât they miss you in yours?â
Only now does his face falter. That sharp mask cracking, as his hand pulls from yours. Resting again on the back edge of the couch - his answer low and rough.Â
âNo. I donât think so.â
Another jolt racks through your heart. You donât know him know him yet, but you already canât believe that could possibly be true. Your fingers fan out, hovering - before it folds into a fist.
âWell then, Iâm glad youâre here.â
He doesnât reply.Â
The room is darker now, dim with the setting of the sun. Street lights outside pouring in a golden beam that cuts across his face.Â
His eyes are hazel, you can see that now. A fading rim of green spilling into the brown, beneath the near-permanent furrow of his eyebrows.Â
Yours caught in the glow of the flamingo string lights that curl out from the kitchen, stapled to the walls.
He breaks the silence, the words coming slowly.Â
âLet me ask you one more thing.âÂ
âSure. You know some of my worst secrets already.â You smile, a shoulder lifting.
His hand twitches, where it rests near your shoulder. The tip of a finger ghosting against skin.
Just the slightest brush but it feels like it radiates out, lingering after.
âWhyâd you tell Wade you wanted to meet me?âÂ
His voice is still low, rough. But itâs lost that sharp edge. The combination has your stomach tied up in knots, suddenly more nervous that youâve been the whole night.
Surely he must know?Â
âWellâŠâ You hedge. Itâs your turn to look away, but then thereâs the brush of his fingers again.
âBecause I did want to meet you.â You admit, âYou, you seemed like someone I wanted to get to know. In whatever capacity youâd like.â
âIs that right, Sugar?â Logan husks, and the nickname sounds even sweeter on his tongue, stealing your breath.
All you can do is nod, as his eyes darken.Â
Voices rise behind you, ripping you out of this little bubble youâve found yourself in. Nearly forgetting just how many people are here, how many eyes have been glancing your way since youâve arrived.
âNot strip poker Wade, please.â The rough rumbling plea of Colossusâs voice rings out above the others, âYou never wear anything under the suit-â
You didnât even realize when he had changed, but he had - patches of bare skin on his ass showing through the holes. Your nose scrunches, before you turn back to realize that Loganâs eyes are still on you.
Dropping when your tongue peeks out to wet your lips - your words coming out in a soft hush.Â
âYou want to get out of here?â
You want him. You can only hope that he might just want you, too.
The corner of his lip twitches.
âThought youâd never ask.â
Itâs strange to have someone like Logan in your space. You can remember the last time youâve wanted someone here.
His fingers still entwined with yours, from where you had reached back for him. Leading him through the dim corners of the room.
Thinking you had made it, only for the rousing cheers to rise when you had cracked the door open to slip through.
His grip tightening when you made to tug your hand free, in an urge to press it against burning cheeks. Letting you fumble with one hand, to open the lock next door.
Itâs quieter here. A low echo of the music next door, as the darkness wraps around you again.
Here, his fingers move, but itâs only to skim up your wrist. To tug you between him and the front door, until your back presses against it.Â
His nose brushes yours as he steps into your space, your lips already parting. Holding himself there for a moment, inhaling the scent of you as his arm braces above your head.
Leaving you to be the one that closes the gap. The tilt of your head and the press of your lips against his.
A rough hum when your arms wrap around his neck, fingers buried in his hair. His hand gripping at your waist, pulling your hips against his.
Tugging and pushing. A messy path from the front door through the small living room - a mirror-image of the apartment next door.
Through to the bedroom, wandering hands and the brush of his tongue against yours as he deepens the needy kiss. Until his knees are hitting the edge of your bed, and heâs letting you nudge him back onto the mattress.
He brings you with him - your hips cradling his as you settle yourself astride him. Hands flatten against his chest as you rock down - drawing a rough, mumbled âfuckâ.
Grinding yourself down where heâs hard, the curve of his cock straining against his jeans. Letting your hands follow, as his own cup your ass. Squeezing, before slipping to press the heel of his hand against the seam at your clit.
You moan into his mouth, as your fingers curl around him. Eyes blown wide when you pull back, scooting your hips down.Â
Itâs here that he comes back to himself.Â
Going tense as you fit yourself between his thighs, fingers at this belt as the other still cups him.
âYou shouldnât want this.â He rasps, those eyes glinting in the dark, âA man like me. You know that, right?â
Propping himself up on an elbow, so he can see your expression. So you can see the way his jaw grits, nostrils flaring.Â
Itâs a warning, wrapped up in silk. A last ditch effort to scare you away - knowing that once he has you, he wonât want to stop.
Your fingers slow - his zipper half-undone, baring skin and a dark shadow of hair beneath.Â
The other pulling away, âYou want me to stop?âÂ
He catches your wrist, jerking your hand back. His hips bucking into your palm, grinding himself into your touch.Â
âThe last thing I want to fucking do is stop.â Itâs almost a growl, âBut on my Earth, I-â
You sigh then, impatient, âLogan, this Earth isnât all that great either. I lost five years of my life to the blip.â
He frowns, not understanding - but your head shakes as you continue, âIâm tired of being too scared to take chances. Iâve been trying to live each day to the fullest, and Iâd like to end this one with you.â
And out of everyone - Logan knows a little something about second chances.
âYeah,â He manages - the grip of his fist leaves you, âYeah, okay.â
"Thank you,â You answer primly, just as you finish yanking the zipper down.Â
His hand beats you in the race to ease himself out, fingers curling around the base. You canât help it - you inhale a breath at the sight of him.
Heavy, with the way the flushed tip bobs in his grip. Thick enough that youâre already wondering if youâre going to be able to take him.Â
The huff he makes turns into a groan as you start small - engulfing the leaking head with your lips. The first inch turns into another as his hips lift, feeding his cock into your waiting mouth.Â
Only when heâs halfway inside you, bumping against your throat, does his hand drop. Letting you replace it with your own - squeezing, as drool slicks up his shaft. Your head bobbing in time with the twist of your fist.
That brief hesitance is quickly forgotten. Fingers brush at your cheek, curling around the base of your head as he guides you.
Leaving you eager for more. Another hissed groan when your mouth leaves him, your hand loosening as you strip your clothes away.
âOh fuck yes,â He coaxes, when he realizes what youâre doing, âLet me see you, baby.âÂ
Your shirt and pants left to pool on the floor. A second of boldness as you unclasp your bra next, leaving you in your panties as you focus on his cock again.Â
A bitten-back moan when your tongue slips across his swollen shaft - an low throb between your thighs as you rub them together, clenching around nothing. Resisting the urge to slip your hand beneath the hem to ease the ache.Â
Instead, your keep your hands on him. Goosebumps raising as your nails scratch against the deep v of muscle at his hips. The others working him into your mouth, as he slowly comes more undone.Â
His hips flex with each bob of your head, lips parted as he pants. The words a rough mumble, becoming almost desperate.Â
âThatâs it sweetheart.â
Another moan when you take him deep, hollowing your cheeks as you suck, âOh fuck, gonna fill that pretty mouth.â
His hand cups your jaw, holding you steady as he bucks into your mouth. Those dark eyes fixed on you in wonder, all that pretty skin bared for him to touch, to taste. Heâs mesmerizing like this - the weight of gaze. Jaw slack with pleasure, eyes aflame.
You did this to him.Â
It sends something warm flooding through you, as his eyelashes flutter. The tipping back of his head, muscles ticking in his cheek as his teeth ground down.Â
A sound still slips between them, as he floods your mouth with the next flex of his hips. Pulsing between your lips as you swallow him down, a choked sound ripping from his chest when you cup his sack to gently squeeze out every last drop.Â
Logan melts into the mattress after, an arm thrown over his eyes as he catches his breath. His gaze focusing on you when he feels you squirm - dark, and hungry.
A lithe stretch of muscles as he moves - legs easing from beneath you.Â
âHands and knees,â He commands, head tipping towards the bed next to him, as he rolls off. Kicking off his jeans as you listen, watching over a shoulder as the flannel and white tank underneath joins your clothes on the floor.
Your eyes widen at how toned he is - muscles rippling, the bed dipping as he fits himself behind you.
His broad hand at the small of your back, pushing your torso down against the mattress. A pleased hum then, fingers trailing just along the elastic edge of your underwear.
âCould smell how much she needed this.â The tips of two press against the damp fabric between your thighs, making you gasp, âEven next door. You want it that bad?â
It should be embarrassing that he could tell how much you desired him, but at the moment all you can think about is him touching you more.
âYes,â You agree, âPlease, Logan.â
âSo fuckinâ polite,â The fingers withdraw; but only so his nose can replace them. A ragged inhale, just before his tongue drags against your clothed slit.
A groan against your skin as you cry out, before a finger hooks around the fabric, baring you for him to taste.
The heat of his tongue flattens against you - lapping at where you drip with need, a rough rumble in his chest.Â
âSweet, too.â Another flick of his tongue, âYour name. âs fitting.â
You canât manage words. Only his name, muffled against the sheets as your fists twist in them. Back arched as you resist the urge to grind yourself against his tongue, as it flicks against your clit.
Itâs messy, how he eats you. You donât think youâve even had someone take you like this. Hungry, desperate even, as he devours you. The rumble of a groan against your cunt as his tongue delves inside you, stretching you open. Letting your slick smear into his beard, with how close he presses his mouth.
That need inside you thrumming. Winding tighter as he yanks your panties down your thighs. His palm flattening against your ass, holding you open as he licks you from clit to hole, then higher. Humming as you squeak, when his tongue flattens against your tight rim.Â
A thick finger nudging against you then, as his tongue dips back to your clit. Thereâs no resistance as it slips deeper, into slick walls that clamp down around him. Itâs what you needed - that little bit more.
Unable to help rocking into the crook of his finger now. Whining when a second joins it, spearing deep and curling. Dragging against your walls, loud and wet and filthy with each plunge.Â
Your whimpers only grow louder. Needier, as his lips wrap around your clit. Fingers pounding deep, stretching you out. Leaving you babbling, your words slipping together.Â
âDonât fucking stop.â Tears prick at your eyes, each breath a rattling gasp, âOh my god youâre gonna make me come-â
He has you gushing, with the next flick of his tongue. A pleased groan as he feels your pussy tighten around his fingers, hearing the wail that is muffled into your pillows. That sharp pace slowing, his thumb replacing his tongue to draw your orgasm out until your legs are shaking.Â
His fingers sticky when they pull from you, only to slip between his lips - tongue curling around his knuckles, sucking them clean.
It leaves you floating above yourself. You canât remember ever coming this hard, even by yourself. Only the tintest thread of disappointment as you drift, and itâs only that you wonât get the pleasure of his cock filling you tonight.
You wouldâve liked to see what he can do with the rest of him.Â
Perhaps you can convince him to stay until morning.
But he moves behind you, instead. His knee pressing against yours, spreading your legs further. The rhythmic shuffle of skin against skin, as his hand slips from between his lips to fist around his cock.Â
âTell me I can fuck you.â Itâs not a plea, not with the harsh rasp of his voice. But itâs as close as youâve heard, as he swipes the tip against your leaking pussy.
Smearing your slick on him, teasing at your waiting hole.
You donât know how heâs hard again, but at the moment you really donât care. Not sure if youâve ever felt a need like this, your back arching further as you present yourself to him.Â
A twist of your neck, so your eyes can meet his.Â
âFuck me, Logan.âÂ
He groans, broad hands squeezing at your ass. Slipping up to sink his fingers into the flesh at your hips. Holding you steady as he lines himself up.Â
Your breath held, when you feel his cock start to breach you - muscles stringing tight.
âRelax, sweetheart,â He grits out, though not unkindly, âYou can take it.â
Trying to hold himself back from filling you with a single thrust, with the way youâre already gripping him.
Easing himself into your heat. Two inches forward and then one back, and with each one you think youâll feel the press of his thighs against yours. A low whine as your cunt makes room for him, that sharp stretch as it feels like heâs reaching into your belly.
Feeling full when he finally is flush, the weight of his sack kissing against your clit. His shoulders following the curve of your back, as a hand slips up to plant next to your head.
âFeels fucking incredible,â Itâs mumbled against your skin, almost as if it hadnât meant to say it.Â
âMm,â You grin, your face tipping up to his, âShouldâve met you weeks ago.â
He smirks, a low sound in his throat as his mouth presses to yours. Starting a slow rhythm that drags his cock against your walls. Slipping until heâs halfway out, only to sheath himself again. Pushing the air from your lungs as he flattens himself, knees digging into the bed as your thigh spread wider - forcing him deeper.
Itâs almost too much.Â
You hand shoots out, reaching. Wrapping around his wrist, nails biting against his skin.Â
It feels like heâs surrounding you. Each thrust a heavy weight that presses you into the bed. Splitting you open, until all you can do is squirm beneath him.
That pressure in your belly building again, as his hips pound. His breath, hot and panting in your ear as he chases his own end.
âFuck, Logan.â You sob, âHarder-â
His tendons flex under your grip. Knuckles pressing flat against the sheets as he makes a rough sound in his throat.Â
Those claws unsheathing with his next thrust. Punching down into your mattress. Anchoring as he loses himself to the feel of you beneath him.
How tight and wet and warm you are, your arousal still sweet on his tongue. Fighting the urge to sink his teeth into your throat, as everything tightens up inside him.
âSweetheart.â Itâs a warning, rasped out.Â
âCome in me,â You whine, âWanna feel you.â
He does growl then, at the thought of filling you to the brim, until he's leaking out of your pretty little pussy. Hips snapping faster, pinning you to the bed as he ruts into you. Each squeak of the bed paired with the sharp rip of fabric as his claws dig in.Â
Feeling how your body strings tight beneath him, how you clench down in anticipation. Wanting to feel you once more, before he gives in to his own desires.
âCome on, baby,â Itâs hushed, murmured against your skin, âFuckinâ give it to me-â
The sharp point of a canine scraping against your skin, his groan rough and throaty in your ear.Â
Your fingers work down to wedge themselves between your thighs. The tips brushing where youâre speared open, before circling your clit like his tongue had.
He has you mindless. Fucked out - that soft glow from your earlier orgasm shining bright as he tips you towards a second.
Burning at that tightly wound thread inside you, until the ends fray, and then snap.Â
It has you coming with his next thrust. A wail ripped from you as he buries himself deep, feeling the way your pussy clenches down around him.Â
Fingers still swirling, drawing out the deep pulses that fan out from your core as your toes curl, vision going hazy.
âThatâs it, sweetheart,â He rasps, those sharp thrust slowing to a sloppy grind, âMake a fucking mess for me, there you go-â
Panting, as he groans. Another roll of his hips before heâs coming with you - teeth bruising skin as they sink into your shoulder. The sound he makes is broken as he spills into you, muscles clenching with each pulse that paints your walls. Â
Marking you thoroughly with teeth and come, the saw of his hips slowing until you both finally go still. A breath finally caught.Â
Blissed out, when he rolls you both to the side. His thighs still mapping yours, cock still notched deep. A thick arm thrown across your waist, his breath ragged in your ear as he catches his breath.
Your fingers drift, as you bask in your afterglow. Dipping into the rips in your mattress, knuckle deep.
Thereâs a grunt as you wiggle, the words low in your ear, âIâll get you another, sweetheart. Just lost control for a moment.â
The thought doesnât bother you as much as youâd think. In fact, you wouldnât mind if happened again.
Only as your imagination runs wild, do you hear the muffled moan from the brick wall behind you.
âFuck, thatâs good.â
Dramatic and drawn out, paired with faint rhythmic noise.Â
A beat - before you hear mumbled protesting. The voice of someone talking with their mouth full, âNo. Back the fuck off Peter, Iâm not going to share.âÂ
Eating. The fucker was eating his end of the bargain, ear pressed to the wall.
The next louder, âAlright, pay up everyone, Operation âGet Sugar Some Sugarâ was a success!â
You grimace, eyes rolling. Logan grunts behind you, the words mumbled out sleepily.
âWish I could sew that goddamn mouth shut.â
Thereâs a faint âthey already tried that!â before Loganâs fist bangs on the wall, shutting him up.
But you canât help the smile. Your fingers fitting between the ones that rest just below your breasts, squeezing.
âHeâs not so bad,â You admit, âWade, I mean.â
Logan groans, âDonât say his name while Iâm fucking you.â
âYouâre-â You start - but then you can feel him.
Still hard - as his hips cant slowly against yours. Your joined hands slip up to cup a breast - as his lips press against your neck, stubble scraping you skin.
âAgain?â You breathe, disbelieving that heâd be up for a third time - your hips rocking back to meet his. The sound lewd with how he drips from you - but it only has him grinding himself deeper, âYou sure youâre two hundred?â
âRegenerative powers, sweetheart.â Logan husks, the flash of teeth with a knowing smirk.
âCanât say it doesnât come with perks.â
I used to have the biggest fucking crush on wolverine, haha - so fun to watch a new movie with him!! đđ thank you so much for reading! And please me know if you'd like to read any more for him! (like more one-shots,etc!)
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Imagine riding choso so good that he feels like he's the one who's going to get pregnant
â cw. fem! reader, reverse cowgirl, overstim, premature ejac, spanking, milkinâ him, breedÄ«ng, mdni.
âh- holy shit..â chosoâs eyes widen, leaning back against his fluffed-out pillows. youâre straddling him in reverse, being in the prettiest fuckinâ arch heâd ever seen as youâre playfully wriggling your ass against him. just a few more centimeters and your dripping cunt wouldâve been stuffed full of his aching cock. itâs veiny, and multiple veins throb from the lanky sides with pre-cum decorating his ruby tip. âyou look so pretty in t.. this view,â he nearly choked on his breath, openly staring at the way your ass continued to still itself to hover over his length.
âtell me when to start, baby,â you softly hum, both hands of yours planting deep in the velveteen sheets. they create a print as your palms sink into the mattress, and your sopping cuntâs so teasing. with a tiny shimmy of your hips, you start to smear your entrance over his tip and you could hear him loudly sucking his teeth.
with a deep, protracted sigh, chosoâs hand traces over the outline of your rear - so pretty. he stares at its shape from all angles before feeling his dick twitch the second you arch your back further. âyou can start,â he shakily murmurs, and once you gradually start to plop yourself down on his cock he loses it. as his hooded eyelids start to droop, he lets off a soft whine once his cockâs slowly delving inside, pushinâ past the tight ring of your hollow entrance. âo- oh my god, your pussyâs gonna kill me.â
âhng-â you let off a quivering moan, biting the inside of your cheek once it takes him a few seconds to successfully bottom out. chosoâs thick, and with the slight add of a prodding curve to his dick, you felt him expand everywhere. in you and through you.
heâs lean ân tall, easily fitting inside of your cunt like a puzzle piece.
chosoâs got his bare hands glued to your hips the entire time, watching as your ass teasingly presents his pelvis with one big wet flop! choso groans, already feeling his knees starting to get weak at the stability of your greedy hips once youâre starting up a frenetic pace. âmhm, thatâs it, baby. jusâ hold my hips.â
âgod- youâre so hot,â he lets off a gruff huff, the tips of his ears burning over hundreds of degrees the moment you start to accelerate. your exposed backside was so pretty, especially in this position. choso stared at your jerking body - studying your tensing, flexing muscles and all of their glory. he canât help but start to feel the inside of his mouth swelling up with salty saliva, and oh- heâs drooling already. âlook back at me, princess. w- wanna see you while you ride me good.â
with a playful smile, you twist your torso just a bit to get a short glimpse of choso through your peripherals.
heâs so cute, slouched all the way back against the bed with the neediest pout plastered across his lips. heâs already sweating too - tears of sweat poured down the sides of his forehead and his usual ponytails were more unkempt than usual. âhi baby.â you mirthfully purr, and he grunts once he feels your rhythm starting to quicken. fuck, your hips were a menace.
âhâŠ. hiii.â he hiccups, trying to smile but he only ends up moaning once his tip thrashes its way against your g-spot. right there, right-fuckinâ-there, and you let off a small yelp. itâs so tender and choso starts to spasm underneath you. it was something about you riding him in reverse that made him lose his mind. the way you look back at him as you ride him to lewd oblivion, sexily tossing your hips in a circle with that cheeky grin on your sheeny lipsâchrist..
chosoâs rock-hard abs through his white tee tenses against the fleecy fabric of his shirt and he moans. âf- fuck, donât stop. donâtâŠfuckinâ stopâyeahhh, yeah like that,â and as your hips relentlessly smack back against him, nearly giving him whiplash, he whimpers. âah. s- so warm inside, think âm hah- gonna make aâŠmess again, princess. y- your hips, ohmygoddd.â
and heâs just continuing to babble and ramble out all sorts of words with his hands still attached to your waist. he was holding on for dear life, never wanting to let go. chosoâs cock dragged through your gummy walls through ân through, searching its way through every sloppy orifice and cavity..
you can see how his naturally drowsy eyes were already starting to roll back and his pretty pink tongueâs starting to loll out his mouth. oh- he was definitely drooling, all because of your sweet, sweet pussy. the grip you had was maddening, and each slam of your ass onto his pelvis had him whining out for more. dark thin brows of his crease into a crimped furrow as heâs trying to weakly guide your hips back into him. âmhm, touch me more baby. donât be.. shy.â
you could feel how hesitant his fingers were, but he couldnât resist allowing his hands to gently trace and explore down the outlines of your curves. âughhh, iâm g- gonna,â and he pauses, letting off a husky groan the moment your ass rudely smacks back into him. itâs so impactful that for a secondâthe half curse was speechless. choso gasps, his eyes widening before he sobs out a crooning whimper. âfaster, pâŠpleaseee. fuck me, r- ride it like itâs your princess. âm all yours, a-all yours.â
âs- shit,â you moan, snagging the edges of your teeth with your bottom lip. his dickâs steadily caressing your walls with his fat curve, locating and reaching every spot just to make you whine right with him. each pivotal thrust was killer, and youâre starting to puff out heaving breaths yourself.
chosoâs fully laid back now as he watches your ass bounce itself up and down on his length before he starts whimpering again. he sounds so pretty the entire time tooâ
just babbling out sweet nothings, chanting your name over ân over as his swinish hands greedily try to reel your hips back into him. heâs addicted, and your hypnotic rhythm had him hungry for more. choso could almost taste his incoming releaseâsyrupy pollen thatâs slowly but surely salivating on his parched flat tongue.
âm..mngh,â he grunts, giving your ass a soft spank. he hears you playfully âoooh!â at the swat of his hand and chosoâs cock twitches inside of you. âwanna marry your hips. âm gonnaâŠmarry y-your hips, baby,â he starts rambling again, moaning at the speed of your rotating ass.
each wet thrust sends him shivers an abrupt rabble of butterflies, and chosoâs damn near fully fucked dumb before he starts to whimper aloud yet again. heâs soso sensitive. the wide tip of his reddened shiny tip continues to swirl its way around the bulb of your clit before within seconds laterâhe finally cums⊠hard.
âoh, fuuuckâfuck,â he lets out a gargled whine and the carnal squelches of your cunt slamming against his lap get louder. choso erupts like a violent volcano - active ribbons of his handmade lava slowly pumping inside of your deprived cunt. chosoâs sharp breaths become raspy as he feels your hips coming to a devastating halt, and he licks his lips. ât- thank you, thank you, thaaank you baby.â and you didnât even know what he was thanking you for.
chosoâs eyes close as heâs still filling slimy thin clods of cum inside of your puffed pussy.
itâs hot - and you then bring a hand toward your left ass cheek, squeezing it while still gradually fucking back against him. youâre reaaaal slow, working your hips on his active cock thatâs spilling so much from the tip and the twitching sides. choso grabs onto the back of the wooden creaking headboard, and his abs clench as he watches the mess start to dribble further down between your thighs. a white puddling mess of his seed thatâs drooling straight out of your flooded cunt makes him moan. âb- baaaby..â he swallows thickly, his ravened eyes fixated on your pretty plump ass thatâs perfectly arched over his lap. âhah- think you justâŠimpregnated me.â
âcho, thatâs not possible,â you tease, and he moans once the warmth of your cunt starts to fade the second you get up. right away, a sloppy string of his cum glosses onto your slick entrance as you âpopâ his dick from between your sprawled numb legs. you turn around, straddling him from the front now, before kissing the side of his twitching mouth. âi canât impregnate you, silly.â
âo- oh! right⊠um,â he breathes, sticky black bangs running down his eyes.
choso grabs your waist, a thumb shamefully swiping down the center of your runny pussy. so . . much. he locks eyes with you for a long four seconds as youâre now grinding your drenched folds against his flaccid cock that rests on his tummy. choso cutely scratches his head, and he lets off a soft whine once you sneak a wet kiss on his rosy lips. âi mean- i can try to impregnate you then.â
with a hum, you nibble on his chin. âmhm, wanna test that theory then, baby?â
chosoâs so cunt-drunk thatâs heâs just entirely dumbfounded. intently, heâs staring right into your eyesâbarely registering a thing you just said before he cups your chin, panting at the shocks of rapture. chosoâs still faintly whining under his breath before he smears a thumb over your wet-slick lips, lovingly.
âl- letâs get married,â and you gasp once he gingerly spanks your ass, an inaudible sign for you to ride him againâthis time from the front so he could visibly watch your pretty face. âmake me a daddy, princess, w.. wanna be all yours. please..â
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babydaddy!toji would never admit that he got jealous when you were around guys your age. heâd never get insecure, no, but he felt a deep pang of jealously in his chest. like he prayed that he had been born later so he could be more similar to you. your relationship with him was complicated. you were dating on and off but finally just settled as friends with benefits (who took care of a ridiculously cute baby together).
your parents often asked you why you dated a guy who was less than a decade away from being your father. your friends did the same too, not seeing the appeal in being with a âbroke old manâ. you never understood why toji just scoffed and looked away. it was out of character since heâd usually just cuss people out.
babydaddy!toji who let his jealousy show a little too much when you ran into an old high school friend of yours while you were out shopping. toji had to piss and you were waiting outside when he came up to you. shit, you didnât even recognize him at first and the conversation was merely small talk but when toji came out, he had his arm around your waist, his hands coming down a little too low.
âthis is your uh.. boyfriend, yeah?â, you friend asked, his eyes immediately going to the hand on your waist. most people just assumed you were single again.
âyou could say that..â, you sheepishly replied, trying to swat tojiâs hand away.
âtsk whyâre you acting like i didnât just dick you down and you didnât carry my baby, ma? course youâre mineâ, toji scoffed, looking away.
your eyes dart from your friendâs to his and it finally clicked. he was jealous. with a small smile, you excused yourself and tugged on the hem of tojiâs shirt, signaling him to walk out to his car. the walk there was filled with short protests from him and silence from you. of course, he didnât mean it, he loved this kind of attention from you. as you got to his car you rummaged through his pants pocket to grab his keysânot being shy to graze his dickâand unlocked the car.
babydaddy!toji whoâd never admit he was jealous, even when you two were making out in the middle of a mall parking lot with your hand on his crotch.
âadmit it, you stillâah, you still love me and you were jealousâ
âcourse i fuckin love youâfuck yeah,keep your hand thereâweâre long over, ma. didnât you say we were just friends with benefits?â
âyouâre avoiding the question, tojiâ
he had his hands all over you at this point, tugging at your shirt but you pulled away and furrowed your eyebrows.
âadmit that you were jealous, old pervâ
âfuckâfine. i was jealous. i hate seeing you with men younger than me. makes me feel old. happy now, doll?â, he leaned in again, grabbing your face as you kissed back with a smirk.
âyeah, iâm elatedâ, you grinned, trailing your hand up to play with his dark happy trail and dipping it in his sweatpants.
âdonât be a fuckin brat, ma. mâgonna give you a second snotty little shit if you keep this upâ, toji growled, trailing open-mouthed kisses down your neck and onto your collarbone
âyeah?â, you smirked, tangling your fingers in his hair as you guided him down, âkeep that promise and maybe weâll get marriedâ
babydaddy!toji who was definitely going to take you in the backseat for hours. fuck driving home.
babydaddy!toji who nearly died at the spot from the news of you being pregnant not with just one baby, but twins. you ended the year with a ring and a freshly painted nursery.
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â YOU A SUPERMAN? OR⊠A MINUTE MAN?
⥠fem!reader x various
featuringâŠ. gojo satoru, nanami kento & fushiguro toji
cw: 18+, minors dni, squirting, overstim, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, anal play (nanami)
synopsis: whoâs pounding till the sun rises and whoâs clocking out after one round?!
notes from mei! tbh the title doesnât really make sense⊠i listened to mcnasty(?) by jay park when it came out a while back and that lyric really resounded in my soul
GOJO ⥠a quick shot. but his dick stays hard. pretty superman-esque if you ask me.
âyou idiotâfuuuck, stop moving your hips!â the sound of both of your cum sloshing together rings in your ears. youâre pushing at his tummy, quivering legs haphazardly thrown over his shoulders and tears bubbling in your lash line.
it feels so full inside of you. youâve both been going at it for god knows how long; his release smeared on your lower tummy and inner thighs.
satoru moves your hand, interlocking his fingers with yours as he starts to press weight into each thrust.
âahh, mmaahhh!â head shaking back and forth on the pillow, ââm gonna cum! i canâtâsatoru, mâ gonna die!â
heâs practically whining, ignoring your pleas with sweat beading down his temple as he plows you relentlessly. âbaby, i canât hold out.â
his headâs thrown back, feeling his dick twitch whenever he kisses your cervix just right, eyes rolling back into his skull.
âyâfeel so good baby, why do you feel so good?â he pants, not realizing heâs filling you up with hot ropes of cum. heâs still thrusting and you swear if he keeps this up your bottom half is going to be numb.
still absolutely rock hard inside of you, he turns you on your side, one leg still on his shoulder while he grinds against that one spot that renders you speechless.
âlet me have one more, baby.â he whines, legs shaking, ââm still so hard fâyou.â
NANAMI ⥠depends. heâs good at holding himself off, but he also enjoys stuffing you with multiple loads of his cum.
heâs groaning, eyes lidded as he watches you align his cock with your leaky slit. globs of his cum seep from your pussy, soiling his faintly coloured pubic hairs. someway, somehow, you managed to flip your previous positions and heâs the one laying on the mattress instead of you.
âmy love,â he breathes, his large hand; callused from his work but still so gentle, caresses your hip, âiâm not going anywhere.â
itâs as if youâre in a rush, scrambling like heâs going to disappear.
you whine, legs quivering when his tip swipes against your entrance. âplease, nami, i want you to cum again⊠it feels sâgood.â
he smiles, his other hand reaching out to hold your face, thumb gently stroking against your cheek. âso needy today⊠have i been neglecting you?â
leaning down, you bury your face into his neck, grinding your soaked pussy onto his hardening cock. you hum shyly, distracting yourself by leaving wet kisses on his neck and shoulder.
he hums, your shyness making him all smug and sappy. âso thatâs what it is, huh?â
you feel him harden, before heâs lifting you and dropping you down on his cock. you tense, squealing into his shoulder. languidly, heâs making you fuck down onto him, his own hips jolting up to meet you halfway.
sneakily, a hand makes itâs way down to your ass. he swats playfully before gathering slick at the point where youâre both connected. surprised, your eyes widen when you feel his finger start playing with your rim. itâs gentle, soft massaging as heâs jackhammering into you.
with your legs shaking, he doesnât bother trying to move your hips, simply doing the work for you.
youâre gushing, liquid drooling from your pusey before you force yourself off of him, practically screaming as you squirt all over his lap. nanami groans, pulling you back down onto him to chase his release.
âoh my godâoh, fuuucckk!!â nails digging into his skin, your eyes roll back from the onslaught of pleasure. ââs shoo gooood!â
he chuckles in your ear, but it gets cut off with a moan, flooding your cunt with his seed. kissing your tear-soaked cheeks, he smiles against your skin. âstill feeling neglected, baby?â
TOJI ⥠one round and heâs hooonkkk mimimi⊠but heâs fucks nawwstyyy. like. he fucks you so good one round has you nearly passed out and quiveringâdrool and tears all over the pillow and your squirt leaving a niceee puddle right underneath you.
âthatâs right, doll.â he whistles lowly, watching your legs tense, knees lifting themselves off the bed as he continues to bury his fingers into your cunt, his pupils practically dilating as he continuously prods against your sweet spot.
itâs wet and sticky between your legs, pussy glistening under the cheap glow of your bedside night light.
youâre damn near in a downward dog, face smushed into the mattress as your squirt soaks the bed. toji doesnât let up, toying with your clit as he grins, cock twitching in his boxers.
when you slump face first into the bed, youâre practically drooling as you know whatâs coming next. sturdy, thickset fingers knead the globes of your ass, before you feel his heavy cock sneaking itâs way into your slit.
âlook at you,â he jeers, leaky tip pressing into your cunt. âbeing such a sweetheart after i made you squirt a few times.â
he buries himself to the hilt and you think youâre going cross-eyed. âyeah,â he croons, hips finding rhythm and bouncing on the fat of your ass, âyou just wanna cum, ainât that right?â
âyeesshh!â you cry. this position allows him too much control. youâre flat on your stomach, barely holding yourself up from your elbows. toji bares his weight on you, practically humping you and you know, heâs about to cum.
his tip kisses your g-spot repeatedly, scarred lips leaving wet kisses on your shoulder. ââm gonna cum, baby,â he breathes, âyouâll take it, wonâtâcha?â
you nod, eyes teary, âmmhm!â
you feel his lips against your skin, grinning. âcum with me baby, câmon. you got it.â
as if his words have magic, he thrusts a couple more times before he feels you squeeze, and heâs a goner. groaning, he has a feeling youâre squirting again while heâs shooting rope after rope inside of you. heâs dizzy, practically blacking out after he pulls out, wiping you down with his shirt that heâs mistaken for a towel.
he slumps beside you, with his eyes closed, he slings a hefty arm over your waist. you adjust as he pulls you closer, lips brushing against your scapula.
heâs snoring before you know it.
panel is from iâve become the target of his affection ^.^
#all supermans if you ask me but đ#jujutsu kaisen imagines#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#gojo smut#toji smut#nanami smut#gojo x reader#nanami x reader#toji x reader
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when i want fluff/angst fics and all iâm getting is smut
the struggle is real
#donât get me wrong#smut is great#but a girl wants some angst and fluff#joel miller x reader#din djarin x reader#matt murdock x reader#steven grant x reader#steve harrington x reader#spencer reid x reader#aaron hotchner x reader#derek morgan x reader#jj maybank x reader#rafe cameron x reader#tasm!peter parker x reader#peter parker x reader#marc spector x reader#javier pena x reader#ellie williams x reader#poe dameron x reader#cassian andor x reader#bucky barnes x reader#steve rogers x reader#logan howlett x reader#daryl dixon x reader#simon riley x reader#bruce wayne x reader#l0caltiredgirl#mike schmidt x reader#sam carpenter x reader#emily prentiss x reader
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I know Iâve already gone on and on about what itâs like to have a size difference with Simon Riley, but Iâm sorry, I just will never get over how big and strong this man is.
Like I feel like sometimes his size gets lost on us since heâs surrounded by other tall, buff military guys all the time. But yâall, Iâm telling you, this man is big. Like 6â4, 250+ pounds, big enough to eclipse the sun big.
With a man that big, it honestly doesnât even matter what size you are because heâs always going to be bigger and stronger than you anyway. You can be tall, short, stocky, thin, whatever, and this man is still fully capable (and willing? đ) of snapping you in half like a twig.
Are you worried about potential home invaders? Well, you shouldnât be. One quick flick of his wrist and heâs breaking the neck of anyone who tries to threaten you. Did you accidentally lock yourself out of the house? Well, donât bother calling a locksmith. Thereâs no lock left to pick after heâs just caved the door in with his foot. Do you have a really stubborn jar youâre struggling to open? Well, hand it over, love. He can crack that sucker open in half a second flat.
But Lord, donât even get me started when it comes to all the ways Simon uses that strength of his in the bedroom.
Like when he tells you to sit on his face so he can eat you out. Donât even try it with that nervous, hovering, âIâm too heavy, Si,â bullshit. You better sit your ass down right when and where he tells you to or heâll hold you down by the hips until heâs had his fill.
Or when, after a night of heavy flirting and teasing, heâs got that look in his eye as he corners you against your entryway wall. Donât be surprised when one moment your feet are firmly planted on the ground, and the next youâre lifted into the air, your legs slung over his arms as he drills into you like youâre his own little fuck puppet.
Or when heâs got you spread out on his bed, got your knees up by your ears, got the backs of your thighs burning in a way thatâs matched only by how your walls have to stretch to take his thick cock. Donât think heâs being mean or malicious when he sees your eyes well with tears but does nothing to change the way heâs fucking down into you. Itâs not that Simon doesnât care whenever you cry and quiver and plead with him to go easier on you, itâs that he knows the truth. He knows that, deep down, you love when he handles you like he isnât afraid to break you.
#in conclusion i need this man to crush me to smithereens please and thanks đ#simon riley#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost x reader#simon riley smut#ghost smut#cod smut#ghost cod#ghost mw2#simon riley x you#cod x reader#call of duty x reader#cod mw2#call of duty#modern warfare 2
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"cmon baby one more..." he coos into your ear, nails still digging into the fleshy fat of your ass as he guides your hips up and down on his girthy cock. he was determined to get one more orgasm from you. he had to.
it felt like forever. you had been bouncing up and down on his shaft for what felt like ages. you couldn't even recall when it all had started. one orgasm to another, he simply couldn't get enough. he was addicted.
you felt that same knot in your stomach tighten again, this time it was much tighter and intense. the grip you had on his shoulders tightened, your nails engraving small crescents.
your boyfriend had noticed this, he swiftly grabs onto your waist, lifting you up and slamming himself into you at an cervix bruising pace. it was so quick you could barely could even process your own high approaching by second. then you felt it.
back arched, eyes rolled all the way back, jaw dropped, legs trembling. it was intense and heavenly. you've never felt anything so good in your life. it was so good that you didn't even notice the fluid you had squirted everywhere.
as you came back down from your high you realized your boyfriends thrusts had came to an abrupt end. "w-whyd you stop?" you ask, somewhat disappointed. but your boyfriend was looking into your eyes, a cheeky smirk plastered all over his face. "dirty girl- you squirted on me..." he panted out, slowly beginning to buck his hips into your cunt again.
you notice the tacky thin layer of liquid painted between your thighs and his lap. you let out a breathy sigh before your boyfriend whispers into your ear.
"y'think you could do that again for me pretty?"
gojo, geto, nanami, kirishima, hawks, denki, eren, jean + any of ur favs !!
#jjk x reader#smut#jjk#jjk smut#gojo x reader#gojou satoru x reader#choso x reader#satoru x reader#choso kamo#jjk choso#aot x reader#eren x reader smut#eren aot#mha denki#mha x reader#kirishima x reader#denki x reader#denki needs to be in me#hawks x reader#getou suguru x reader#bnha smut#drabble#val !!#nanami x reader#nanami smut#aot smut#jean kirstein#jean smut
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This scene makes me feralâŠ
The watch, the jaw, the wrist flick, the VESTâŠ.đ€€
#spencer reid x you#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid#spencer reid smut#my god#the man is gorgeous#like whyyy#the hyperfixation is hyperfixating#real bad#till his mom remembers my name#alright let me stop đ
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slippin' and slidin' all over you!
pair: logan howlett x fem!reader
wc: 4k
contains: 18+ SMUT MDNI, swearing, sweating, mutual masturbation, sweat licking (i don't know???), not-so-dry humping, p in v, JUST THE TIP RAHHH, creampie, fingering (fem!recieving), oral sex (fem!receiving), come swapping, come eating, literally over four thousand words of pure nasty smut, this is gross lowkey, idk i'm h*rny, porn w/o plot, no use of y/n.
natâs note: very much not the winner or even an option of the poll i posted last week but...shhh don't hate me. itâs october and over 80 every single day, what the fuck is that? only good thing that came from this heat is thoughts of nasty sweaty sex with logan. once again shoutout to my wonderful husband @ebodebo for reading this over for me (i successfully changed her vendetta against sucking up some man sweat...which was the real point of this fic tbh) go give her fics some love if you're a slut for ghost! kisses!
logan forgot to fix the ac...
It's too hot out to be alive. 36°C and sunny.
One of the hottest days in recent memory for Alberta, and you're really feeling it.
"Remind me," you say slowly, the first words spoken in almost ten minutes. "How many times did I ask you to fix the air conditioner?"
"Don't start," Logan says from his spot across the room. His head is tipped back to rest on the couch cushion, eyes slipped shut.
You ignore him, lazily rolling your head to the side to look at him through squinted eyes, your brows furrowed in thought. "Was it ten? Or maybe thirteen?"
Logan huffs a breath, slow and heavy, but he doesn't move--doesn't even open his eyes. âI said donât start,â he mutters again, though thereâs the faintest edge of a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.
"Don't worry baby," you say, voice pitched lower in a terrible impersonation of Logan. "I'll get to it, promise. Wonât get too hot for another couple months."
Logan finally cracks an eye open, just enough to give you a sideways glance, his mouth twitching with amusement. "You done?"
You hum noncommittally, the sound lingering in the air like the lazy summer breeze doing nothing to cool the temperature outside. Your gaze slips down the side of his face to trace the jut of his jaw, then lower to the sweaty column of his neck.Â
Both you and Logan lost most of your clothes earlier in the day, too hot to bother wearing anything but underwear. You trudged around the house like zombies until you finally gave up on trying to be productive, you both ended up in the living room.Â
All the windows are cracked open, trying in vain to let in any cool air. You claimed the armchair closest to the fan, refusing to be anywhere near Logan and the massive heat wave he constantly gives off.
Loganâs on the couch, stripped down to the thinnest pair of sleep shorts youâve ever seen. His chest is bare, glistening with a thin sheen of sweat that mats the dark hair dusted along his pecs to his skin.Â
You canât help the way your eyes follow the drops of moisture that slide slowly down the contours of his abs. A low heat starting to swirl through your gut when it disappears into his happy trail.
It's funny. When you basically peeled yourself off your mattress this morning, sex was the absolute last thing on your mind.
Now, as your eyes glide over the strong expanse of Logan's body on full display, you're having second thoughts.
Maybe it just comes with the heat. That sort of slow, syrupy feeling that slides along your overheated skin to pulse pleasantly between your thighs.
A bead of sweat slides down the length of your spine slowly, falling until it soaks into the damp waistband of your panties. You try to not notice how Logan is halfway across the room, not touching you.
You fail.
âItâs just a shame, though,â you start, fingers idly toying with the hem of your tank top. âIf it was cooler, I could come over there.â
You slide a leg up, letting it rest against the wooden rest, newly exposed skin gleaming under the sunlight filtering in.Â
The move isn't lost on Logan. You see his jaw clench slightly, the tiniest shift in his posture.
"Something you wanted?" Logan asks, his voice going low and teasing. "Looks like you've been gettin' yourself all worked up over there."
âJust thinking,â you reply, shifting slightly on the sticky leather of the chair.
Loganâs fingers twitch at his sides, his chest rising and falling with slow, measured breaths. His eyes slide the rest of the way open, his gaze heavy and lingering as it ventures down to where your thin shirt sticks to your skin, outlining every curve.
âOh yeah?â he prompts, his voice a little rougher now. âThinkinâ about what, baby?â
âYou,â you say easily, fingers slipping down to your thigh. You bring your other leg up, perching it against the opposite armrest. Your thighs spread wide enough that you know Logan has a full view of the wet spot growing along the gusset of your panties.
The hitch in Loganâs breath has you stifling a smug smile, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as you watch the way his chest starts rising faster.
"That's real sweet, sugar," he drawls, an unimpressed look on his face as he drags his eyes back up to your own. "But if you're tryin' to get me over there, you're gonna have to do better than that." His voice slides through the air heavy and warm like molasses.
You bite back a grin, enjoying the slow game that's unfolding between the two of you.Â
"Maybe I donât want you to come over here," you let your fingers trail a little lower, just to the edge of your panties, teasing. âMaybe I like you right where you are.â
Loganâs brow raises, his thighs tensing before he spreads them just a touch wider. The fabric of his boxers goes taut over the strong muscle, riding up to expose even more hairy skin to your greedy eyes.
"You're playin' with fire, kid," he warns.
The tent in his shorts is obvious now, the hard length of his cock pressing against the fabric where it lays across his thigh. Your other hand twitches by your side at just the sight, your pussy throbbing with the sudden need to be filled.
"Am I?" you murmur, your fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your panties, just enough to make sure he knows exactly where this is headed. âItâs not like youâre going to do anything about it, youâre too busy pouting."
With a deliberate slowness, you slide your fingers lower, brushing against your clit with just enough pressure to let out a soft gasp at the contact. You arch your back slightly, relishing in the way the air feels against your skin, hot and sticky.
You want him to see how badly you need himâhow his heat is the only thing that could truly satisfy the insatiable ache building between your legs.
Logan's nostrils flare, jaw tightening and eyes darkening at the sight of you teasing yourself. His restraint is slipping, and you can practically feel the tension building in the room, thick and stifling like the oppressive summer heat.Â
But he still doesnât move, doesnât rush over like you expect him to. Instead, he shifts his hips slightly, spreading his legs wider and letting his hand fall on his thigh.Â
You canât help the way your breath quickens at the sight, the way his fingers drift dangerously close to his own growing bulge, teasing you just as much as youâre teasing him.Â
You tilt your head to the side, gazing at him through your lashes. âYou're really just gonna leave me hanging?â you goad, fingers circling lazily around your sensitive clit. âCome on stud, whip it out.â
Logan chuckles low, a sound that sends shivers through you. "Is that what you want, baby?" he asks, voice thick and taunting, a smirk curling on his lips. âYou want me to whip it out for you?â
âYeah,â you murmur breathlessly, biting your lip as you maintain eye contact, your breath starting to come in short bursts. âI need to see you, Logan. Need to see how hard you are for me.â
âNeed to, huh,â he muses slowly, fingers finally grazing over the hard length of his cock. âWhatâs in it for me?â
âHow about this?â You slip your hand out from your ruined panties, fingers glistening with your own wetness as you hook your thumbs on either side and drag them down your legs.
You let the soaked cotton fall to the floor, leaving you completely exposed to him.
Loganâs pupils dilate, an inky black completely swallowing the warm hazel. He licks his lips slowly, the tip of his tongue running along his teeth like he wants to sink them into you. His cock twitches visibly beneath his shorts, the growing tension in the air between you thick enough to choke on.
âFuck,â he breathes out, his voice low and gravelly, more of a growl than a word.
You smile, shifting in the chair to give him an even better view, your legs spreading wider. "Yeah?" you purr, running your fingers over your slick inner thigh, feeling the heat radiating from your own skin. âYou like what you see?â
Logan swallows hard, his hand finally slipping beneath the waistband of his shorts, palming his cock as he watches you. âYou know I do,â he says, voice rougher than before.Â
You let your hand trail back down to your clit, rubbing it in slow, teasing circles as you hold his gaze. âThen show me, Logan,â you whisper, your voice almost a plea now. "I wanna see you."
Logan lets out a low, rumbling groan, his fingers making quick work of shoving his shorts down enough to free his cock. It springs free to slap lewdly against his stomach and you canât help the moan that escapes your lips at the sight.
He strokes himself slowly to start, his eyes locked on you, watching your every reaction, feeding off the way your chest rises and falls in quick, shallow breaths.
"Like this?" he asks, his tone taunting as he strokes himself from base to tip, his thumb swiping over the head with a low hiss. âThat what you wanted?â
Your breath catches in your throat at the sight of him, straining and in his hand. The sight of his thumb brushing over the tip of his cock sends a hot, electric pulse through your body, your hand between your legs moving in time with his slow strokes.
"Yeah," you whisper, voice trembling with need. "Just like that."
You slip your hand lower, sliding two fingers inside yourself with a low moan. Logan groans like heâs the one being touched, his hand speeds up, eyes glued to where your fingers disappear in your slick heat.
His cock leaks pre-come over his knuckles each time his fist passes over the dripping head, the wet sound of it mixing with the low hum of the fan and your own breathy sighs.
"You look so fuckin' good like this honey," Logan groans, his voice rough, strained. "All spread out, playing with that pretty pussy for me."
You whimper at his words, your body aching for more than just your own touch. You need him, need the feel of his rough hands on your skin, his mouth, his cockâanything.
Your fingers move faster, slipping deeper inside with each pump, but itâs still not enough. The stretch is nothing compared to taking Logan, to the feeling of him carving a place for his thick cock inside your pussy, hitting that spot inside you that your fingers canât quite reach.
Your hips buck up towards your hand, your back arching off the chair as your free hand clutches the armrest tightly.
Loganâs pace quickens, his fist pumping his cock with a new urgency, heavy balls bouncing with every rough tug.
âGod, look at you, such a needy fuckinâ thingâ he growls, chest heaving as his gaze flicks between your flushed face and the glistening mess youâre making of yourself like he canât decide where to look. âYou want it bad, donât you?â
"Please," you whine, desperation creeping into your voice. Too keyed up to draw this out any longer. âI need you inside me, Logan. I canât take it anymore.â
Logan groans, a sound that rumbles deep in his chest. His hand falters slightly on his cock, squeezing hard around the base as your words push him dangerously close to the edge. His jaw clenches, eyes raking over you, and with a growl, he stands.Â
The last threads of his restraint snapping.
 He crosses the room in two long strides, towering over you where you sit. His cock swollen and hard, sways between his legs with every step, glistening with pre-come that drips to the floor. His eyes, hooded and burning, drink you in as he reaches down, yanking your hand away from your slick heat.
âThought you said it was too hot to move,â you tease breathlessly, unable to quit egging him on even when your legs start to tremble with need, spreading wider to welcome him.
Logan ignores you, tugging your hand to his lips. Your breath catches in your chest, a weak moan escaping you as he takes your soaked fingers in his mouth. His tongue swirling along your skin to taste you, his eyes never leaving yours as he does.
âChanged my mind,â he growls, strong hands rough and possessive as they drop your wrist and haul you out of the chair so he can spin around, collapsing into it with you in his lap. The wood gives a warning creak beneath you but neither of you care.
Not when his mouth is on yours, hot and demanding as he slides his tongue past the seam of your lips. The heat radiating off his body is suffocating, but you welcome itâcraving the weight of him on you.
You melt against him, feeling the hard planes of his body against yours, every inch of him alive and pulsating with need. Loganâs hands find their way to your hips, fingers digging in just enough to send a rush coursing through you.
Itâs intoxicating, the way he devours you, his hands exploring every inch of your back, grasping and pulling you impossibly closer.Â
The hard jut of his cock presses against your thigh, a thick plane of heat that makes your pussy throb with need. You shift your hips, grinding down on him in messy circles.
âYou feel that?â he growls, lips brushing against your ear. âThatâs all for you, darlinâ.â
âNeed you,â you whimper, grinding down against him faster, desperate for the friction that sends pleasure rippling through you. âPlease, Logan, I need you inside me now.â
âHold on, baby,â he murmurs, his voice low and husky, sending sparks all up your spine.
He dips his head, capturing your lips again, while his hands roam hungrily down your sides, fingers curling around your thighs to urge your legs open wider. âYou wanna tease me, youâre gonna have to get off just like this.â
Logan angles his hips so that his cock slips between your drenched folds the next time you roll your own down.
The hot, slick glide sends electric shocks of pleasure racing through you, your body responding instinctively to his touch. You gasp against his lips, fingers tangling in his hair as you push down, desperate for more.
âGod, youâre so fuckinâ wet,â he growls, his voice dripping with lust as he watches your movements with hungry eyes. âJust for me, huh? Sheâs droolinâ just for me.â
You nod breathlessly, chasing the friction, craving the feel of him so close. You lift your hips and rock back down again, the blunt head of his cock brushing against your swollen clit, and you feel your body pulse in response.Â
âMore,â you plead, leaning in to nibble at his lower lip. âI need it.â
Logan pulls away, shaking his head with a wicked grin. âCome on, tough shot,â he says, giving your ass a quick smack and kneading the tender flesh in his hand roughly. âYouâre gonna come like this, you can do it baby.â
You whine, dropping your chin to your chest. Your hands find his shoulders, nails digging crescent moons into the strong muscle. Your chest slips slickly against his, the front of your tank almost entirely soaked with sweat.
Yours or his, it doesn't matter. The white cotton turned transparent enough that your breasts are on full display, nipples hard and visible.
You watch a single bead of sweat make its way down the length of his throat. It trickles down and down and down until it dips between the pronounced muscles of his chest.
You duck your head, dragging your tongue up the valley of his pecs. A deep moan bursts from your lips, pussy drooling more slick over Loganâs cock at the coarse feel of his thick hair on your tongue, at the heady taste of his sweat filling your senses.
Logan groans, hands tightening their hold on your waist. The dull ache his strength leaves behind is enough to let you know that two hand shaped bruises will be blooming over your skin by tomorrow morning.Â
âCome on, girly,â he encourages, nipping at the sweaty column of your throat, the sharp points of his teeth scraping along the sensitive skin deliciously. âFuck me, give it to me good.â
Your hips speed up, his hard cock sliding through the slick folds of your cunt faster. The tip bumps against your clit deliciously with every move, smearing pre-come along the way to add even more to the mess between your legs.
âGonna fuckinâ fill you up,â he groans, breath puffing warm and hot agasint the slick skin of your lips. âPump you so full of my come youâll be leakinâ for a goddamn week.â
He shifts underneath you, the tip of his cock catching on your entrance just enough for it to push inside on the next grind of your hips.
The barely there fullness has you coming with a sharp cry, nails roughly dragging down Loganâs back hard enough to leave red welts that heal as you go.
The pain mixing with the pleasure of finally getting to feel the warm, wet suction of your pussy has Logan coming with a rough shout of your name. He throws his head back, hands tightening their grip on your hips enough to have your bones grinding together as he pumps you full of his come.Â
âLoganâŠâ you mewl, your pussy fluttering over the tip of his cock, greedy little clenches like you're trying to suck him the rest of the way in. Drunk on the way his release paints your insides, how you can feel each thick spray coating your walls to claim you in the rawest way.
Logan pulls back just far enough to meet your gaze, his eyes dark and smoldering as he watches you squirm in his lap.
"Youâre not tapping out on me already, are you?" he teases, his voice rough and gravelly. "I thought you were tougher than that."
A weak, breathy laugh escapes you, but itâs cut short when he applies just a little more pressure, making your thighs quiver. "Not tapping out," you manage between shallow breaths, your head falling back against the chair. "But youâreâfuckâyouâre insatiable."
Logan smirks, leaning in to nip at the sensitive skin of your throat, his teeth scraping just enough to send shivers coursing through you.
"When it comes to you, baby?" he murmurs against your skin, the heat of his breath fanning over your pulse point. "Fuckinâ always."
A lazily smile takes over your lips as you tighten your core and push, the rest of Loganâs come leaking out over his fingers. Logan groans, pressing his forehead to your shoulder to try and ground himself.
His cock throbs where it sways heavily between his thighs, still hard and ready to go even after he just came. His hand slips down your body, thick fingers running through the creamy mess of come and slick to messily push it back inside you.
âFuckinâ shit, honey,â he groans lowly, pressing his thumb to your clit. âYouâre gonna kill me.âÂ
Before you can respond, he stands again, gently placing your trembling form back into the chair and dropping to his knees in front of you.
Your breath hitches, legs widening despite the way your pussy shakes with overstimulation, like you canât help but spread your legs for Logan anytime he wants.
Logan smirks up at you from between your legs, his lips already ghosting over the inside of your thigh. "Look at you," he growls, voice low and filled with lust. "Still so needy."
The slick heat of his tongue runs along your folds, lapping at the mess he just made of you. You let out a sharp gasp, thighs trembling as your fingers weave into his hair, tugging him closer.
The sensation is overwhelmingâthe rough, demanding pace of his tongue as it swirls around your clit, teasing you, while his hands grip your thighs with bruising force. Keeping you exactly where he wants you, keeping you spread open for his tongue.
Your body arches off the chair with a loud cry, every nerve alight with raw pleasure as he feasts on you, his growls vibrating against your sensitive skin.
"Fuck! Logan," you moan breathlessly, head falling back as you try to keep up with the sensations he's pulling from you.
The heat that was pooling low in your belly reignites, stoked by the way his tongue flicks faster against your clit, each stroke sending you higher.
Logan doesnât let up, his tongue delving deeper, drinking in every moan, every shaky gasp as he drives you closer to the edge. He moans into your pussy, his own arousal clear in the way his hips buck into the air, seeking any kind of friction.
You tug on his hair harder, desperate for more, for release. "Logan, please," you whimper, your voice barely above a whisper, thick with need.
"Attaâ girl," he rasps, his voice thick with desire as he watches your face contort with pleasure. "So fuckinâ pretty like this. You gonna give me another one, baby? Gonna come for me again?"
Every lick, every rough squeeze to your thighs, every teasing stroke sends you spiraling closer to that edge youâre dying to reach again. You can feel the heat radiating off him, his breath hot against your soaked skin and driving you wild.
âLogan, Iââ You gasp, fingers tightening in his hair, urging him closer, closer, closer. âIâm so closeââ
His eyes flick up to meet yours, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, nose and jaw glistening in your juices.
"Give it to me," he growls, the rough rasp of his voice sending a shiver through your overheated body. "I wanna feel you come on my tongue."
Itâs all the encouragement you need. With a strangled cry, your body tenses, thighs quaking as the orgasm crashes over you.
Logan keeps his mouth on you, tongue working you through every pulse, drawing it out until youâre trembling and gasping, your body boneless in the chair.
When you finally come down, panting and spent, Logan pulls away. With one last kiss pressed over your clit, he makes his way up your body, not dropping eye contact as he settles over you.
His hand comes up to your face, thumbs meanly hooking into either side of your cheeks to gently force your mouth open. You part your lips willingly, the heat still radiating between you, a mix of lingering pleasure.
Logan leans in, and the intoxicating scent of sweat and sex surrounds you as he spits what he collected from between your legs back into your own mouth.Â
Your cheeks burn with shame, a broken moan ringing through the space between you. Your glassy eyes stare into Loganâs, his own gaze so intense and all consuming you fight the urge to squirm.
"Swallow," he commands, unwavering.Â
You hesitate for just a moment, caught off guard by the pure audacity, but the way his eyes darken with hunger makes your resolve crumble. With a breathless whimper, you obey, tasting the remnants of your own pleasure mingling with his, the act both humiliating and intensely arousing.
Logan watches you closely, his gaze never straying as you swallow, a dirty smirk creeping onto his lips. âThat's my girl,â he praises, his tone thick with satisfaction.
As the taste lingers on your tongue, you can feel the weight of Loganâs stare like a physical touch.
âThink you can handle another round?â he teases, his voice low and sultry. âI donât plan on letting you off that easy, kid. Not with all that mouthing off earlier.â
You catch your breath, shaking your head in exasperation. âYouâre relentless,â you whisper, a hint of laughter in your voice, though your body betrays you, already craving more.
âOnly for you, babyâ he replies, brushing the strands of hair plastered to your sweaty forehead behind your ear. âOnly for you.â
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â tooth and nail
alpha!logan x mutant!f!reader
rated e - 4k
tags: dub-con (logan goes into a rut), a/b/o-lite elements (logan-only - ruts/knots/mates), breeding kink, mutual pining, two jealous dummies, size kink, fighting as foreplay, return of The Claws (claw-play?), outercourse, biting, marking, come play, rough PiV sexÂ
a/n: pure pwp. reader has druidic-based mutant powers (wild shape, strong connection to nature/animals, influence over vines/foliage) and is from Earth-10005.
Logan knows this feeling. He thought heâd left this part of himself behind. Left on his Earth, carved out and buried with the rest.Â
Should have told you no. Should have locked himself away like he always did. Instead, heâs stuck, unable to keep his mind from wandering while his sparring partner - sweat-dewed and squirming - is pinned beneath him.Â
(Or - Loganâs rut begins at a most inopportune time)
Something wasnât right.
Itâs been settling under his skin for days now. Tiny hooked claws, digging into flesh. A syrupy urge low in his guts, his mind not quite his own.
He thought heâd left this part of himself behind. Left on his Earth, carved out and buried with the rest.Â
The world he lives in now is different. Thereâs humans, mutants, aliens. But none like him, answering to something innate that defined him in a way that didnât matter anymore.
Itâs been a while. Almost forgot how it felt, after years of tamping down this part of him. Should have recognized sooner what it was. This rippling, simmering irritation just beneath his skin, so much stronger than usual.Â
Should have locked himself away, when he realized his rut was returning.
In his years in his own Earth, the urge had lessened. Dulled by alcohol and grief. Managed by himself, in the few months this part of his nature did visit him.
But he hadnât been able to tell you no. Hadnât been able to resist, not when you smiled so prettily at him, practically begging him.Â
And the thought of you leaving him behind at the X-Mansion, while you went off without him - to spar with Hank, instead - made him want to rip McCoyâs arms off.Â
Desire swirls around him now, as he trades blows with you. Your arms snaking around his shoulders as you shoulder a well-placed hit, bringing you both down the floor.
Logan feels like a pup again, watching your breathless laugh. The clench of your thighs around his waist. The heady throb low in his guts, the pressure of his cock as it strains against his suit.Â
His hips lift, separating him from you. Trying to form an excuse, while his brain is rocketing into overdrive.
Fighting back the urge to close that gap again. To peel down those tight leggings that drive him mad, bury his mouth against your pussy and make you scream. Fuck you full of him, until heâs dripping out of you for days.Â
The though makes him growl, as he tries to concentrate.
Tough to fake an illness, or injury. Youâd see right through him.
Or even worse, worry.
So all he had to do was finish out this session.Â
Shouldnât be too hard.Â
If you can just avoid touching him⊠he might just make it through.Â
You know you shouldnât let yourself get distracted like this while sparring with Logan, but you canât seem to help it.
Not when youâve been nursing this thing inside you for months now. Something planted from another earth, settling low in your chest. Infesting like the vines that sprout from you, taking over until youâre fully ensnared.
Youâve tried to ignore it. Didnât want to ruin a good thing between you.Â
Out of everyone in the X-Mansion, you got along with Logan the best. Used to a solitary lifestyle after being raised among the druids, before you knew the truth to what you were, the mutant lineage that flowed through you.
It had paired well with his temperament. His anger and grouchy quips slipped from you like raindrops on a leaf. Something about spending time with you softening him at the edges - just a little bit.
He was still the hard man he used to be. Grizzled, with that scowl of his and the flecks of grey at his temples.
And despite your efforts - forgetting and moving on hadnât been successful. Not at all.Â
Because itâs impossible to ignore when heâs close, like this. Pressing your back to the mat, your wrist slammed against the padded floor. A knife skittering away, because even after all this time - even with his insisting - you were still reluctant to use it.
It sends your pulse racing. Heâs so fucking strong - and you think that maybe, even if you had been an equal pair, that youâd still throw these matches.Â
Let him win, if it gets him like this. Sweaty and pressed up against you as you struggle beneath him. A thigh jammed between yours to prevent you from slamming your heel into his calf.
Youâll think about this later.Â
You always do after your sparring sessions. You hand slipping between your thighs in the shower after. Bitten-back moans as you play out more in your mind - the plunge of your fingers inside your aching cunt until youâre shuddering with the pulsing pleasure, slumping back against the cold tile.Â
The fantasies always comes back to him.Â
You think that maybe Logan wants it too. Have felt his gaze on you when he thinks no one is looking, but your senses have always been keen. Animal attraction, perhaps. Pheromones. Something about his smell, his touch, beckons you - though you donât understand what it means.Â
And itâs only now that you realize heâs gone still above you. Eyes blown wide, a sharp breath of air inhaled through clenched teeth. A low growl, caught in his throat.Â
Holding himself back. You can see it - the way his muscles string tight. How his eyes dip, flicking over your face. Down to the part of your lips. The sweat that dews your chest.Â
Close enough that you can inhale him - the smell of leather and cigar smoke blending with more - something inside you giving them a name.Â
Want. Need.Â
It gives you courage.Â
You bridge the gap, for a just a moment. A shallow lift of your hips. Encouraging, the movement pushing your tits against his heaving chest.Â
âBad fucking idea, sweetheart.â He growls.
Itâs rough, low. Ground-out as if to himself, a wounded sound slipping from his throat.Â
His response has a mark forming between your eyebrows. A soft murmuring of his name.
Loganâs face dips, eyes closing as he inhales. Then, without warning, his knuckles cradle against your throat.Â
Wrist flexing as two of his claws spear forward on either side of your neck. Punching through the training mats and sinking deep into the concrete beneath.
Pinning you completely under him, your hips dropping as your free hand wraps around his forearm. A tug of fear ripples through you, but he doesnât budge.
âLogan,â You repeat, gasping, âWhat are you doing? Whatâs wrong?
This isnât like the times youâve sparred before. Heâs never drawn his claws. You donât heal like he does - you both know it. Never using more than a loose fist, an open palm in your sessions.Â
Heâs breathing heavy. Holding himself over you, his other hand still wrapped firmly around your wrist.Â
âIâm gonna let you go.â It comes out ragged, through clenched teeth.
âAnd then I need you to leave, and lock me in after.â Only now does he look at you - his dark eyes burning, âYou understand?â
His voice is so rough that it makes your skin prickle. Heat licking down your spine, stoking the embers that have settled low in your belly.Â
âI donât.â It comes out hushed.
How can you? Itâs like a flip has been switched, in those few moments. Did you truly misread everything?Â
His eyes havenât left your face. There a peek of his tongue against his lips, the words coming slowly, âDonât wanna do something youâre gonna regret.â
And for a moment, time stands still. An ache in your chest thatâs so different than the one between your thighs. Finger unfurling, reaching.
Slipping up his arm, touching his cheek. He flinches, eyes fluttering shut as he holds his breath.Â
âWhat could I regret with you?â
If it were anyone else, the question would be stupid. You should be running from the man that has you pinned to the ground, claws drawn. Another twitch and you could be dead - the middle unsheathing to pierce clean through your soft throat.
âWhatever it is, let me help you.â Your voice is gentle - coaxing -Â and for a second, he leans into the touch. Palm pressing against heated skin, and you gasp, âYouâre burning up, Logan.â
âYou canât help me with this.â He rasps with his eyes closed, voice strained.Â
Your head shakes, âLet me try.â
A long pause lingers. The room filled with the uneven intake of breath. Loganâs words coming slowly, as his eyes open - dropping down to your throat. And then away, like he canât bear to even look at you, âDoes the word rut mean anything to you?â
It feels like something stirs again inside you. The flutter of wings, not unlike the feeling when you tap into your power. Like threads slipping your fingertips, connecting you down to the earth below.Â
âAnimals have ruts. Deer, elk, creatures like that.â A beat, as you begin to understand. Heat flaring in your cheeks at the implication, âBut, not⊠not humans.â
He grunts, shifting.
It takes everything not to let your chin tip down, to look.Â
âThey do where I come from.âÂ
Pieces start to fall in place. His increased irritability around you lately. Territorial. Aggressive.Â
Blending in to what you know, in your connection to nature. Those animalistic instincts that linger in your blood long after youâve shed your beast form.Â
Desire. Mating. An urge to breed.Â
Oh, fuck.Â
You squirm and he makes a warning sound without thinking - a rough rumble from his chest. His weight shifting on top of you, still hovering.
âHow do you handle it?âÂ
His eyes flicker up to yours, then away again. Jaw working, a breath before he answers, âTake care of it myself. Or, Iâd find someone to work through it with me.â
Even as youâre scrambling to make sense of it, you understand his insinuation. It stuns you into silence. You cannot allow that. The thought sends your heart crashing into your guts.Â
Your chin tips up, defiantly.
âLet me help you.âÂ
Those dark eyes narrow as they snap to your face. Your words softening, as your thumb sweeps across his skin, the scruff of his cheek.
âI want to help you.â
Logan laughs, the sound ragged. Showing the points of his canines with the shake of his head.Â
âYou donât know what youâre asking.â His voice is smoky-low. Rough as it scrapes across your skin, leaving goosebumps, âYou couldnât take me.â
Your heart feels like itâs pounding in your throat. Heat licking down your spine, and surely he can feel it - the flutter beneath the press of his knuckles.Â
âI can.â It comes out breathy. Insisting.Â
His tongue brushes over his lips as they part. A tilt of his head as he lowers himself. His knee pressing against the meat of your thigh, nudging. Opening your legs up further. Spreading them wider.Â
âI will ruin you.âÂ
Itâs growled in your ear. Each word coming slowly, as he lets the hard curve of his cock grind against your core. His meaning unmistakable, his voice pitching down with a ragged groan.Â
âI want you to ruin you. You understand?â
And, you do. It floods through you, sending your nerve endings alight. Imagining how he would handle you, take you. The space between your thighs throbs.Â
His admission - the rasp of his words and the heavy nudge of him against you makes you do something very selfish.Â
And very stupid.Â
Youâre just able to reach your thigh holster now, with this new angle. The quick fumble of your fingers to loosen the small dagger.
The metal side of his claw pressing into your skin as your head turns. Before he can move, a flick of your wrist sends it through the air.
Your aim is slightly off, but it does the job. Seating itself in the control box by the door, a sizzle as the wires are cut.
A metallic snick as the doors lock. The lights click off, plunging the room into darkness. The ground bathed only with the stripes of sun that stretch across the floor from the row of window along the wall.
Logan lets go of your wrist, but leaves you pinned. His fist curling in the strap of your tank, knuckles pressing against your throat as he yanks you forward.
âWhy the fuck would you do that?â Logan snarls, âYou want me to use you?â
His words make you whimper. A soft little whine that has his hips dropping further. An unconscious rut against your core, leg muscles flexing as you clench around nothing.Â
You meet his second thrust, your body curving against his. Head tipping back as the seam of your leggings nudge against your clit.
âFuck.â It almost sounds awed now, his words soft and slow, âYou do, donât you?â
Letting his full weight drop, as your hands grip onto his shoulders for purchase. You had thought you were pinned before, but he had still been using his knees, his elbows. Hovering, in an attempt to keep control.
Now, you can feel all of him, as his body maps against yours. Pulling a rough groan as his hips flex, grinding himself slowly against your core.Â
âLogan, please.â
He growls. Fingers unfurling from your shirt. Ghosting down your side to fit against the curve of your hip. Biting into flesh with a bruising force, as his face buried in the crook of your neck. A hot exhale against your skin, as he pants - finding a rocking rhythm, as his body curls around yours.Â
You can feel the way his muscles tense with each needy snap of his hips. The way each breath pitches into a near-silent whine, as he seeks friction.Â
Itâs not enough, as much as he wishes it was.
âI need-â Logan rasps, âTell me to stop and I will.â
The hand on your hip snakes between you. Roughly tugging on the belt of his suit, until the clasp opens. All while murmuring assurances, half to himself.
âIâll let you go. Work through it myself-â
That need he speaks of rolls off him in waves. Facial hair scraping against your cheek. The brush of his lips against your throat, just above the cool press of his claws.
âDonât stop.â Itâs easy to answer. Easy to lean into what he offers you, all those sweet promises wrapped in steel.Â
The groan he makes is filthy, âGive me your hand.â
Your fingers unlatch from the vice-like hold on his suit. A broad hand wrapping around your wrist, as he tugs you where he needs you. The tips brushing heated skin, making you gasp.Â
âMake a fist,â He rasps, âFuck, thatâs it.â
Lining himself up, pushing his bared cock into the circled grip of your fingers. Using you like a cheap imitation of what he craves, as his desire leaks from him. Slicking up your fingers, with each roll of his hips.Â
Heâs heavy in your hand. You can feel how your fingers stretch - flexing, opening, with each forward thrust. Barely able to circle around, fingers splitting when you reach his base.Â
You canât help but move with him. Hips rocking up, to match his messy rhythm. The knuckle of your thumb pressing against your seam, nudging at where you ache for him.
âI can smell you, sweetheart,â Logan moans, his nose dragging along the curve of your jaw. Lips parting so he can test his teeth against a spot under your ear, the pressure making you shiver, âYour pussyâs leaking, thinking about me.â
Your eyes flutter shut, as you whine. Squeezing his cock a little more tightly, wishing it was filling you instead just your fingers.Â
âIâm right, arenât I?â He husks, âYou think you can take it?â
You want anything heâll give you. And anything is better than the way heâs teasing you. Palm slick with his desire, your own soaking through the soft fabric of your leggings.
âI want it. Want your cock,â You breathe, âWant to fuck me, please-â
Thereâs a final jerk of his hips against you, his voice gruff as his thighs shift.
âStay still then, sweetheart.â
Thereâs the sharp rasp of adamantium against stone as they withdraw from the floor. His knuckles easing carefully from your throat as he leans back. Eyes dropping down, considering.
Barely a heartbeat before thereâs the kiss of metal against skin, as the edge of a claw hooks under your shirt. Your breath held as it slips up, between your breasts.Â
A tug, and the fabric is shredding. Fibers splitting until the drag of the sharp tips, from belly to throat. Baring you, the air in the open room chilling your heated skin as you gasp.
Nipples already pebbled as his mouth descends. A needy moan loosening when he kisses at the curve of your tits, his tongue flattening across a tight peak.Â
Your arms wrap around him, their duty forgotten. Distracting you as his claws shift down. Your breath catches, but then thereâs the sound of them sheathing - slipping back under his skin.Â
His hands finding the slice he made in the waistband, making short work of the rest himself. Ripping your leggings open - dragging your thighs over his as he leans back on his knees.Â
And looking down, itâs only now that you can fully see him. The familiar, worn yellow suit that shows off how broad he is. Zipper yanked down at the crotch, his cock pulled through with his impatience.
Eyes widening, when you realize thereâs more to him than you though. Hanging heavy between his thighs, pretty and flushed. A thickened bulge sitting where your fingers had split - what you had mistaken for his base.Â
âNeed to be inside you, sweetheart,â Loganâs hand already wrapping around his shaft, dragging the tip across your cunt, âDonât make me waste a drop, alright?â
Fingers tugging the gusset of your panties to the side. Letting the tip slap against your clit. It glides against you, slipping against your combined arousal. Seeing how you flutter as you clench, your own need spiking.
âLogan,â You beg, âStop teasing, please-â
He makes a rough sound. Almost a laugh, if it didnât sound so pained.Â
âJust listen to you. Begging like youâre in heat,â He grunts, âDonât worry, Iâll give you what you need.â
The tip dips down, nudging at your entrance. Lining himself up, before his hips drive him forward. The sudden pressure chokes you - a bitten-back cry as your muscles string tight, thighs clamping down around his waist.
âFuck, Iâve dreamed about this.â He growls. Spearing into you an inch at time with a long, fluid motion. Fingers biting into your thigh, holding you open as your own scrabble against the mat - searching for something to hold onto.
âTugging down those leggings. Fucking you into the floor.â
You can barely contain the whine. Brow furrowed, as he splits you open. Your pussy making room for him until the swollen ring at his base cradles your entrance.Â
Only able to inhale a short breath before heâs moving. Hands catching your legs, slipping to the joints of your knees where they press into his ribs.
Pushing your thighs back towards your chest, opening you up further, as his cock drags along your walls. He feels deeper, bigger - groaning at the way you clench so tightly around him.
Better than any of those daydreams, as he leans into you. Chasing that animalistic urge inside to bury himself fully in you, ensuring that youâll take every drop.
Your fingers bite into his wrists. The breath pushed from you with each thrust, feeling like heâs deep in your belly, as that swell stretches at your opening.
âThought about it too,â You admit with a gasp, as that heat inside you burns, âWanted you, like this.â
âYeah? I bet you did.â He grunts, as his thighs snap against your ass. Leaning over you now, eyes fixed on yours. Close enough that you can see the glaze to them, lost in his need for release.Â
Before his eyes drag down. Seeing where youâre stretched around him. Another shallow nudge, urging himself deeper. His thumb pressing at your entrance, before slipping back to hook around the swell.
âGood girl like youâd take my knot too, wouldnât you?â
His knot. Your head shakes. He barely fits at is. You can feel every ridge as he ruts into you, every thick vein, âI donât think- Logan, that wonât fit-â
The thumb shifts up. Pleasure burning through as he rolls the pad across you clit. His brow pulled in concentration, but thereâs a flesh of white teeth.
âSure it will, baby.â Itâs slick, how he touches you. His cock grinding again and again against a spot that steals your breath, âYou were made to take it. Weâll make it fit.â
It makes you moan. Your fingers sliding into his hair tugging at him. He comes willingly, a soft sound as his mouth dips to press against yours. Turning hungry as your lips part. Rubbing at you as his tongue strokes against yours, deepening the kiss.Â
The pleasure licks in your veins, a molten feeling building in your core.Â
A rough murmur against your lips, âTell me you want it. Iâll make you feel good, sweetheart.â
You parrot it back to him without thinking, hips chasing the press of his thumb.Â
âI want it,â You keen, âYour k-knot.â
Willing to do just about anything he asks if he keeps touching you like this. If he keeps rutting against the spot that makes your arousal leak around his cock, each drive of his hips loud and messy in the quiet room.Â
He groans, the hand at your thigh pinching, sure to leave bruises tomorrow. The fingers at your clit slipping up to splay across your abdomen, his palm hot again your skin.Â
âYeah?â Logan husks - pressing down, almost as if he can feel himself buried inside you, âFuck, youâd look so good filled with my pups.â
His rhythm going sloppy, as a hand slips up to palm at your breasts, âThese pretty tits nice and round. Wouldnât be able to keep my hands off you, baby.â
Some of his words are new to you, but your body still reacts to his tone. The need, the longing. An intrinsic understanding of what he wants, even if itâs impossible with your implant. It still doesnât stop your hand from slipping down to replace his.
Of pretending, with him.Â
The circles practiced, leaving him to concentrate on his own end. Soft panting cries pulling from you as the pounding of his hips drags you closer.Â
Heâs close, as well. Those sharp thrusts growing shallow, messy. Letting go of your thighs, letting them wrap around his waist as he drives you into the padded mats. Burying his face in the crook of your neck, lips pressing against your jaw. Tongue dipping out to drag against a spot on your neck that makes you go slack in his arms.Â
âShould mate you,â He rasps. Teeth pinching down, where his tongue just was, âBite you right here. Make you mine.â
The words tip you over the edge. A ragged gasp as your pussy clamps down around him, blood thundering in your ears. Nails catching on the panels of his suit as you cling to him, moans ripped from your throat as you pulse around him in time with your thudding heartbeat.
Thereâs no sharp bite of teeth. Just a muffled groan against your skin as he grasps at your hips. The sharp feeling of pressure increasing, as something thick works its way inside you. You keen as it stretches you, swelling so he canât withdraw.Â
Twin ragged moans, as youâre joined together.Â
He comes with you squirming on his knot, his lips pressed against your throat. Sweet nothings murmured - âsqueezing me so fucking tight, babyâ, âgonna need you to take every drop, atta girlâ - his cock throbbing as he spills inside you, pumping you full.
Still grinding into you. It draws your own orgasm out, with the way heâs rubbing against your walls, nothing left untouched. Overstimulation flickering at the corner of your mind, but youâre locked in place as he breeds you.Â
Understanding what he meant by using you - you feel it now. Fucked out and boneless and it sends another gush of sticky need between your thighs.Â
The sharp, panting breath starts to ebb. The ghost of his teeth becomes the nuzzle of his face, that strung-tight pull of his muscles turning liquid as he relaxes into your embrace.Â
âWhy were you so worried?â
It comes out hushed, in the now-silent room. Youâre sore - will be, tomorrow. Pleasure-drunk certainly, but not quite as ruined as he promised.Â
Almost to your disappointment.Â
âThat wasnât too much.â
Logan laughs, the sound dripping with condescension. A flex of his hips, still knotted inside you. Cum leaking from your swollen pussy, smearing against your inner thighs.
âOh, sweetheart.â He coos, âRuts can last for days.â
His fingers drop, dragging through his spend. Finding your clit again, rubbing slick circles against the tight little bud.Â
Intent on doing this one himself.Â
âWeâre only just getting started.â
[moodboard] // I had two ideas for his claws after the movie - this was the second one! This is my first time writing something like this, so keeping it a little light with the dynamics đ thanks for reading!
and speaking of - I have to link this amazing alpha!logan thot by the incredible @avocado-writing! please check it out! đ
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nanami kento comes home on a saturday afternoon, hands full of groceries and hair freshly cut. in the distance, he hears his precious wife humming along to her favorite soundtrack. you must not have heard him come in. he smiles to himself, setting the groceries on the counter, but not unloading them. that can wait. right now, he wants to hold you.
he slips out of his shoes, padding quietly to the laundry room where you are folding towels. you have your back to him, headphones lodged in your ears. as nanami gets closer, the music bleeding from your headphones becomes audible. he chuckles softly. no matter how many times he tells you it's bad for your ears, you insist on listening to your music at just below full volume.
snaking his arms around your waist, you jump at the sudden contact. nanami presses his chest against your back as you take out your headphones, leaning into his touch. you sway in silence for a moment, nanami resting his chin on your shoulder. when you turn to face him, your expression changes at the sight of his hair.
"your hair," you state dumbly. "you cut it."
"yes," your husband muses. "is there something wrong with it?"
"no, no!" you assure nanami, studying his hair. "i just wasn't expecting it. you normally have me do it, which you know i don't mind doing."
"i know, but i didn't want to bother you on your cleaning day."
your expression softens at his words. nanami, your ever loving, ever caring husband, always thinking about you before himself. you reach one hand up, smoothing the hair down the back of his neck. as you bring your hand up, the freshly cut hair pricks your palm, and nanami lets out a low hiss.
you immediately apologize, pulling away. "did that hurt?"
"yes, but it's okay. it felt... good," nanami confessed. "... do it again. please." his voice is thick and demanding, and you obey without hesitation.
this time, you use just the tips of your fingertips to graze his undercut, beginning at the base of his neck. his breathing quickens as you continue to to run your hands through his undercut, going up and down, switching from one hand to both, thumbs caressing the sides of the cut. the laundry room fills with his melodic whimpers and faint groans. his eyes are shut tight, teeth digging into his bottom lip.
"fuck..." he cusses lowly.
"you okay, nani?" you giggle, stopping momentarily. his eyes flash open, pupils blown. "kento?"
"let's go to the bedroom," he insisted, grabbing your hand and dragging you towards the master bedroom. you barely have time react before nanami pushes you back on to the bed, practically ripping your leggings off.
"kento, what are you doin-" you try to protest, his hands clamping around your wrist and bringing them down to grip his hair. his head disappears between your leg, lips latching around your clit. involuntarily, your fingers tighten around his sharp undercut. he moans into your cunt, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through your body.
from then on, nanami kento always got an undercut.
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