#x you

[ewyuzu]

warning: intense smut. minors dni!

a/n: 3 rounds of f*cking ravaging — rip pussay 😔🙏🏻

the night outside was still, the sky spread wide like a velvet canvas dotted with stars that seemed to glow just for the two of you. inside sylus’s mansion, the world felt far away, as if the galaxy itself paused for the moment unfolding in the dim warmth of his bedroom.

sylus stood by the edge of the bed, his broad figure casting a shadow over you. his eyes, a deep, burning crimson, tracked your every breath, every shift of your body on the silk sheets. you could feel the heat of his gaze on you, sending a pulse of arousal straight through your core, the air between you thick with anticipation.

he hadn’t touched you yet, not fully, but the way he looked at you was enough to unravel you. his silver hair caught the soft glow from the night, and those sharp, angular features of his were softened by a smirk, one that spoke volumes of the dangerous game you were playing with him.

“you know what happens next, right?” sylus’s voice was low, almost a whisper, but it sent a shiver down your spine. the weight of his words was matched by the heat in his eyes—lust and desire mixing with something darker, something possessive.

you swallowed, your voice barely a breath. “i want you to show me.”

his smirk widened, but he didn’t rush. sylus never rushed, and that was what made him so intoxicating. he was patient, deliberate, and right now, all of that control was directed at you. with slow, deliberate steps, he came closer, standing at the foot of the bed, his eyes tracing every inch of you.

his hand reached out, fingertips brushing over your ankle, trailing slowly up the length of your leg. even through the fabric of your clothes, his touch sent sparks igniting along your skin. it was gentle, teasing, but filled with a promise that made your heart race.

“you’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?” sylus murmured, his voice a velvety rasp as his hand slid higher, over your knee, up your thigh, until his fingers curled around your waist. he tugged you closer, his strength evident even in that small gesture. “you want me to touch you… to claim you.”

your breath hitched at his words, your body reacting to the raw hunger in his tone. you nodded, unable to form words as your body leaned into him, craving more, needing more.

sylus chuckled softly, darkly, and his hand slipped beneath the hem of your shirt, fingertips grazing your bare skin. his touch was electric, leaving a trail of heat as he slowly pushed the fabric up, exposing your stomach, your chest, until you were lying there, vulnerable beneath him, bared to his gaze.

“look at you,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over the sensitive skin just beneath your breast. “so beautiful… so perfect.”

your cheeks flushed at his words, but before you could respond, his lips were on you. he started at your collarbone, his mouth pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses along your skin, his breath warm against you. each kiss was deliberate, his teeth grazing your flesh just enough to make you gasp, his tongue soothing the faint sting before moving lower.

his hand followed the path of his mouth, fingers ghosting over your sides, your waist, as if memorizing the curve of your body. your skin was burning under his touch, your breathing coming in shallow, ragged gasps as he continued his slow, torturous exploration.

when his mouth closed over one of your nipples, a gasp tore from your throat, your back arching off the bed as pleasure shot through you. sylus groaned softly against your skin, his tongue flicking over the hardened peak before sucking it gently, his hand sliding up to cup your other breast, kneading it in time with his mouth.

“sy…” his name escaped your lips in a breathless moan, and you felt him smirk against your skin, clearly satisfied by your reaction.

he didn’t stop. his mouth was relentless, switching to the other breast, giving it the same attention, sucking and nipping at your sensitive skin until you were squirming beneath him, every nerve in your body alight with desire.

“i’m going to make you feel so good,” sylus whispered against your skin, his voice rough with want as his hand slid down your stomach, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of your pants. “i want to hear you beg for more.”

the anticipation was almost unbearable, and when his fingers finally slid between your thighs, teasing the wet heat waiting for him, you couldn’t hold back the soft moan that escaped your lips.

his touch was feather-light at first, teasing, as if testing your patience. his fingers moved slowly, brushing over the sensitive bundle of nerves before dipping lower, slicking through your folds with a deliberate slowness that made your toes curl.

“you’re so wet for me,” sylus muttered, his voice dark with satisfaction as he dragged his fingers back up, circling your clit with just enough pressure to make you gasp.

your hands fisted in the sheets as he continued, the slow, torturous rhythm of his fingers driving you closer and closer to the edge. every stroke, every flick of his wrist sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, and it was all you could do to hold on, your body trembling beneath him.

but sylus wasn’t done yet.

with one swift, fluid motion, he removed your pants, leaving you bare before him. his eyes darkened as he took in the sight of you, laid out on the bed, your skin flushed, chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. the hunger in his gaze was almost predatory, and you shivered beneath the weight of it.

“you’re mine tonight,” he whispered, his hands sliding up your thighs, spreading them wide as he lowered himself between your legs. “and i’m going to make sure you remember that.”

before you could respond, his mouth was on you, and the world disappeared.

the first touch of his tongue against your clit was soft, teasing, but it was enough to make your body jolt with pleasure. sylus groaned softly as he tasted you, his hands gripping your thighs to hold you in place as his tongue flicked over your sensitive flesh, the heat of his mouth sending you spiraling.

he was relentless, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes that had you gasping for breath, your hands fisting in his hair as you tried to keep yourself grounded. but it was impossible. every flick of his tongue, every suck, every moan that vibrated through you only pushed you closer to the edge, your body trembling with the need to fall.

“sy, please,” you moaned, your voice shaking as you felt the pleasure build, higher and higher until you thought you might break.

he pulled back just enough to look up at you, his lips glistening, eyes dark and filled with lust. “that’s it… beg for me.”

and you did. you begged. you pleaded. and sylus rewarded you, his mouth returning to its task with a fervor that left you breathless, his tongue pushing you over the edge and into the abyss of pleasure.

your entire body seized as the first wave of your orgasm crashed through you. your back arched, your fingers gripping tightly in sylus’s hair, and your voice was lost to a broken cry of his name. his mouth never relented, his tongue moving against your clit with expert precision, riding out every pulse of pleasure as you came undone beneath him.

his hands, firm and possessive on your thighs, held you steady as your body trembled, completely at his mercy. you could feel the wetness between your legs spreading, a testament to how thoroughly he had worked you, but sylus didn’t seem finished. even as the aftershocks of your climax rippled through you, he didn’t pull away. if anything, his touch grew more deliberate, coaxing more soft, breathy whimpers from your lips.

“fuck…” you barely managed to breathe, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. but it was hard to focus when he was still between your thighs, kissing and licking you as though he were savoring every drop of your release.

“i could taste you for hours,” he murmured against your sensitive skin, his voice thick with arousal. his tongue gave one last slow, indulgent lick, drawing a shiver from your overstimulated body, before he finally sat up.

his lips glistened with the evidence of what he’d done, and the sight of him—so utterly consumed by you—made your pulse race all over again. sylus wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, the wicked smirk never leaving his face as he looked down at you, his ruby eyes burning with a lust that made your stomach tighten.

“i think you’re ready for more,” he said, his voice a low growl as his hands slid up your thighs once more. “but you’re going to have to beg for it.”

the words sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through your body, even though you could still feel the remnants of your orgasm pulsing faintly between your legs. the need, the aching desire for him, was only growing stronger. he knew exactly how to make you come undone, but you weren’t going to let him have complete control—at least not without a fight.

“sy…” you whispered, your voice a mix of exhaustion and need. you reached out, your fingers brushing over the sharp lines of his chest as you tried to pull him closer, your body already craving the press of his weight against you. “please… i want you inside me.”

his smirk deepened, a glint of satisfaction flashing in his crimson eyes. “such a good girl when you ask so sweetly,” he murmured, his fingers trailing up your waist, brushing your skin with a tenderness that contradicted the raw hunger burning between the two of you.

sylus slowly shed his clothing, his eyes never leaving yours, and each inch of his body revealed only made the fire inside you burn hotter. the sculpted muscles of his chest, the firm ridges of his abs, the dark trail of hair that led lower—all of it was designed to drive you wild. his presence was overwhelming, his dominance palpable, and yet there was something undeniably intimate in the way he undressed before you, his gaze softening just enough to let you see the depth of his desire.

when he was finally bare, he hovered over you, his body blocking out the world around you. his hand slid beneath your chin, tilting your face up so that you were forced to meet his eyes. “i’m going to fuck you slow,” he whispered, his breath ghosting over your lips, “make sure you feel every inch of me.”

your heart pounded at his words, your body responding with a fresh flood of arousal as you nodded, too breathless to speak. the weight of his promise hung between you, and when he kissed you again, it was with a tenderness that belied the raw need pulsing between you.

sylus shifted, his hips settling between your thighs, and you could feel the hardness of him pressing against your entrance, slick with your need. the anticipation was almost unbearable, your body trembling beneath him as you waited for him to finally take you.

and then he did.

with one slow, deliberate thrust, sylus sank into you, the stretch of him filling you completely, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. your mouth fell open in a soundless gasp, your nails digging into his back as he filled you inch by agonizing inch. he was big—almost too much—but the delicious pressure was exactly what you needed, the perfect combination of pain and pleasure that left you breathless.

“fuck…” sylus groaned, his voice rough and thick as he buried himself to the hilt, his hips pressed flush against yours. he paused there, his forehead dropping to rest against yours as he gave you a moment to adjust, his breath hot and ragged against your lips.

“you feel so fucking good,” he muttered, his voice tight with restraint as his hips rolled ever so slightly, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your core.

“so do you…” you breathed, your legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper. the feeling of him inside you, stretching you, filling you so completely—it was intoxicating. you could feel every pulse of him, every twitch, and it made you desperate for more.

sylus chuckled softly, darkly, and then he began to move.

slow, deliberate thrusts at first, each one measured, his hips pulling back just enough to make you ache before sinking deep again, hitting that perfect spot that sent pleasure radiating through your entire body. your nails raked down his back as he set a steady, languid pace, his eyes never leaving yours as he fucked you with a precision that made your head spin.

“you’re mine,” he whispered against your lips, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine. “every fucking inch of you.”

his words sent a thrill of pleasure straight to your core, and you couldn’t hold back the soft moans that spilled from your lips as his thrusts grew deeper, more insistent. the slow drag of him inside you, the way his cock filled you completely—it was almost too much, and yet not enough. you wanted more. you needed more.

“faster…” you gasped, your hips bucking up against his, desperate for him to give you what you craved.

“you’re so impatient, sweetie.” sylus teased, though his eyes darkened with lust as he obliged, his pace quickening just enough to make your breath catch. his hips snapped against yours with a bit more force, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body.

the sound of skin against skin, the breathless moans, the whispered curses—it all blended together into a symphony of desire, your bodies moving in perfect harmony as the tension built between you. sylus’s control was slipping, you could feel it in the way his hips stuttered, the way his breath came in rough, ragged gasps, but he held on, driving you both higher and higher.

you were close. so close.

“sy… i’m—” your voice broke off into a cry as the pleasure became too much, your body arching off the bed as your orgasm crashed over you, a tidal wave of sensation that left you trembling beneath him.

sylus groaned, his grip tightening on your hips as he chased his own release, his thrusts becoming erratic, desperate. and then, with a low growl of your name, he came, his body tensing as he spilled inside you, filling you with a warmth that made your entire body hum with satisfaction.

you were still breathless, your body trembling in the aftermath of your release, when sylus slowly pulled out of you. a soft whimper escaped your lips at the loss of him, your body still sensitive and aching from the intensity of your orgasm. but you didn’t have long to recover.

sylus’s strong hands were on you in an instant, flipping you onto your stomach with an effortless motion. before you could even process what was happening, he was behind you, pulling your hips up so that you were on all fours, your chest pressed into the sheets and your ass raised high for him.

"we’re not done yet," he growled, his voice thick with lust as he knelt behind you. you could feel the heat of him against your skin, the way his hands gripped your hips with possessive strength, and it sent a fresh wave of arousal flooding through you.

“sy…” you moaned, your body responding instantly to the new position. you could already feel yourself throbbing with need again, the ache between your thighs demanding more of him, and it didn’t take long for him to oblige.

with one hand still gripping your hip, sylus used his other hand to guide his cock to your entrance, the thick head sliding through your slick folds with ease. your breath hitched in anticipation, your body already quivering as you waited for him to fill you again.

and then, without warning, he thrust into you.

the sensation of him filling you from behind, deeper than before, was overwhelming. you gasped, your fingers clawing at the sheets as your body adjusted to the new angle, the stretch of him even more intense in this position. his hands tightened on your hips, holding you in place as he buried himself inside you, the force of his thrusts sending shockwaves of pleasure through your entire body.

"fuck, you feel so good," sylus groaned, his voice a low, guttural sound that sent shivers down your spine. his grip on your hips tightened, pulling you back against him as he began to move with slow, deliberate thrusts, each one driving him deep inside you, hitting that perfect spot that made your vision blur.

the new angle allowed him to go deeper, the head of his cock brushing against a spot inside you that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through your core. every time he pulled out and thrust back in, it felt like he was reaching parts of you that had never been touched before, and the pleasure was almost too much to bear.

your moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that only seemed to spur him on. sylus's thrusts grew harder, faster, each one more powerful than the last, his hips slamming against yours with a ferocity that left you breathless. the sound of skin against skin, the wetness between your thighs, the ragged breaths that escaped both of you—it all blended together into a dizzying haze of lust and desire.

"look at you, taking me so well," sylus growled, his voice thick with approval as he watched your body move beneath him. his hands slid up your sides, trailing over the curve of your waist, your back, before tangling in your hair and pulling your head back just enough to make your back arch even more. "such a good little slut for me."

his words sent a thrill of heat straight to your core, and you couldn’t hold back the desperate moan that escaped your lips. your body was on fire, every nerve ending tingling with pleasure as sylus continued to pound into you from behind, his cock filling you over and over again with an intensity that made your knees weak.

“oh god…” you gasped, your voice shaky and breathless as the pleasure built inside you once more. you could feel another orgasm approaching, your body teetering on the edge of oblivion, and you knew it wouldn’t take much to push you over.

sylus seemed to sense it too. his pace quickened, his hips snapping against yours with a punishing rhythm, each thrust sending you higher and higher until the pleasure was almost unbearable. his hand tightened in your hair, pulling your head back just enough for him to lean down and whisper in your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

"come for me, sweetie." he growled, his voice low and demanding. "i want to feel you come around my cock again."

his words were your undoing.

with a sharp cry of his name, your body shattered beneath him, your second orgasm ripping through you with an intensity that left you trembling and gasping for breath. your walls clenched around him, milking his cock as waves of pleasure washed over you, leaving you completely at his mercy.

sylus groaned at the feeling of you tightening around him, his pace faltering as your orgasm sent him spiraling into his own release. with a few more powerful thrusts, he buried himself deep inside you one last time, his body tensing as he came, spilling hot and thick inside you.

for a moment, the only sound in the room was the heavy, labored breathing of both of you, your bodies still trembling in the aftermath of your intense release. sylus collapsed onto the bed beside you, pulling you against his chest, his arms wrapping around you possessively as the two of you lay there in the dark, your bodies still tangled together.

"you’re mine," he murmured softly, his lips pressing against the top of your head as he held you close. "don’t forget that."

you smiled, your body still buzzing with the afterglow of pleasure, and you snuggled deeper into his embrace, letting the warmth of his body lull you into a blissful haze.

“never,” you whispered back, your fingers tracing lazy circles over his chest as you let your eyes flutter shut, completely sated and content in his arms.

as the afterglow of your last orgasm lingered in the air, you barely had time to catch your breath before sylus’s hand gripped your waist again, his touch firm and commanding. your heart skipped a beat when you felt him shift, pulling you out of the sheets and onto your feet. confusion flickered in your eyes for a moment, but the burning intensity in his gaze left no room for doubt. he wasn’t done with you—far from it.

with a swift movement, he had you pinned against the nearest wall, your cheek pressed to the cool surface as he caged you in with his muscular body. his hand wrapped around the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair as he yanked your head back slightly, forcing you to arch your back.

“you thought that was enough?” he growled against your ear, his voice low and dripping with dominance. his free hand trailed down your spine, making you shiver with anticipation. “i’m not finished until i’ve completely ruined you.”

before you could respond, his palm came down hard against your ass, the sharp slap reverberating through the room. the sudden impact sent a jolt of heat straight to your core, and a soft gasp escaped your lips as he spanked you again, this time harder. the sting lingered, but it only fueled the fire burning between your thighs.

“s-sy…” you whimpered, your voice barely a breath as he grabbed your hips and yanked them back, positioning you just where he wanted—completely at his mercy. your body was arched, ass pushed out, and your breasts pressed against the wall. the submissive position left you feeling exposed and vulnerable, but the sheer dominance radiating off sylus had your pulse racing with excitement.

“don’t worry, i’m going to take care of you,” he murmured darkly, his hand sliding up your side to cup one of your breasts. his fingers teased your nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, sending a wave of pleasure through your already sensitive body. you moaned, pushing your hips back toward him in desperation, aching for him to fill you again.

he chuckled at your neediness, his free hand coming down to spank you once more, the force of it making you gasp. “such a good girl for me,” he rasped, his tone a mix of dominance and possessiveness. “but you’re going to take even more.”

with one swift movement, sylus slid back inside you, his cock plunging deep into your soaking heat. the force of his thrust made you cry out, your hands flying to brace yourself against the wall as he began to fuck you with a brutal, punishing rhythm. this time, there was no slowness, no teasing—just pure, raw dominance as he took you from behind, his grip on your hips so tight you were sure it would leave bruises.

each powerful thrust drove you against the wall, the intensity of his pace leaving you breathless. the sound of your bodies slapping together filled the room, mingling with your moans and his grunts of pleasure. his hand slipped up to your throat, fingers wrapping around your neck in a possessive grip as he yanked you back against his chest.

“look at you,” he growled, his breath hot against your ear as he tightened his hold around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your breath hitch. “completely mine.”

his words sent a fresh wave of arousal coursing through you, and you couldn’t stop the moan that escaped your lips as his other hand slid around to cup your breasts, pinching your nipples roughly. the combination of his hand on your throat, the relentless pounding of his cock, and the sharp sensation of his fingers on your nipples had your mind spinning, pleasure building with each passing second.

“you like it when i take you like this, don’t you?” sylus rasped, his voice rough and dripping with dominance. “you love it when i fuck you like you’re my toy.”

you could only nod, your body trembling as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable level. his words, his touch, the way he was using you—it was overwhelming, intoxicating, and all you could do was give yourself over to him completely. your back arched even more, and you cried out when his hand moved from your throat to grab a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back with enough force to make your body arch sharply.

“you’re going to take everything i give you,” he growled, his hand coming down to spank you once again. the sharp slap against your ass sent a surge of heat straight to your core, and you whimpered, your body trembling from the intensity of it all.

his grip on your hair tightened as he began to fuck you even harder, each thrust more brutal than the last. your body was pressed against the wall, completely pinned by his overwhelming strength as he pounded into you from behind, your moans turning into desperate cries of pleasure. every time his cock hit that sweet spot deep inside you, it sent shockwaves of bliss through your body, and you could feel yourself teetering on the edge once again.

“fuck, you feel so good,” sylus groaned, his hand sliding down your stomach to where your bodies were joined, his fingers brushing against your clit. the sudden stimulation made you gasp, your body jolting in his grip as he rubbed slow, deliberate circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“sylus, please…” you whimpered, your voice barely a breath as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable peak. you could feel your orgasm building fast, your entire body trembling as he continued to fuck you with ruthless precision, his fingers teasing your clit with just the right amount of pressure.

“come for me, sweetie.” sylus demanded, his voice rough and commanding. “i want to feel you come around my cock while i fuck you.”

his words pushed you over the edge, and with a loud, desperate cry, your body convulsed in his arms, your orgasm tearing through you with an intensity that left you gasping for air. your walls clenched around him, squeezing his cock as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you, leaving you completely undone.

“that’s it,” sylus growled, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release. “fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight.”

with one final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he came, his hot release filling you completely. his hand gripped your hair even tighter as he held you against him, his body shaking with the force of his climax.

for a moment, neither of you moved. your bodies were still pressed together, both of you breathing heavily as you came down from the intense high of your shared pleasure. sylus slowly released his grip on your hair, his hand sliding down to rest on your waist as he gently pulled you back against his chest, his lips brushing over the side of your neck.

“you’re fucking incredible,” he murmured softly, his voice filled with admiration as he kissed your shoulder.

your body was still trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm, but you managed a small, breathless laugh as you leaned into his touch. “you’re not so bad yourself,” you teased, your voice barely a whisper as you let your eyes flutter shut, completely spent and sated in his arms.

sylus chuckled softly, his arms wrapping around you protectively as the two of you sank to the floor, completely tangled together in the aftermath of your intense, passionate encounter.

[strangererotica]

EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI

Old Man!Logan x Reader | Includes daddy kink / ddlg, oral & vaginal sex, spanking, cum-eating, squirting, SoftDomBigDickLogan™

Porn begins right under the cut 🥀

“It-it hurts,” you sniffle, your whole body tensing. Logan scoffs against your ear, his hot breath raising goosebumps along your neck. “It does, huh?” he taunts. “Then how come you’re pushin’ back on Daddy like you want more?” He slams his hips forward, punching even deeper into your cunt. Your eyes widen in shock, mouth forming a pouty circle as the air is knocked out of you.

Logan is impossibly big. It’s hard to believe he could stretch you any wider and yet, his cock is somehow lodged so deeply inside you that his balls are tapping your ass. “Tell me to stop,” he grunts. “And I will.”

Logan stopping is the last thing you want. Even though it feels like your cunt’s never going to recover after the fuck he’s giving it, you’d gladly let him ruin your body as long as he doesn’t. fucking. stop.

“Mm-mm,” you shake your head, followed by a sharp gasp as Logan’s palm meets the fat of your ass in a hard swat. “Use your words, angel,” he scolds, his cock throbbing against your walls.

“Don’t stop,” you pant back in response. You press your ass against Logan’s belly, eyes squeezed shut as your cunt swallows the rest of his cock with a loud squelch. He curves his body around yours, murmuring “good girl,” against your neck, lips pressing a small kiss on your shoulder.

Logan wraps an arm around your upper body, pinning your back against his chest. His other hand massages and squeezes your tits, drifting over your stomach and settling between your thighs. Logan drags his heavy cock back slowly, then thrusts forward, his hand groping your cunt.

You feel like a doll in his hands, completely in Logan’s control, at his disposal to do with as he likes. He slides a hand around your throat, your pulse thrumming against his wide palm. “God you feel so good,” Logan groans, his voice wavering. Arousal drips down your thighs, the musky scent of your cum and Logan’s sweat filling the room.

He braces his feet on either side of yours, his thick thighs encasing you, the coarse hair on Logan’s stomach rubbing against your back as he humps into you. Your clit throbs under Logan’s touch, his fingers moving rapidly over the slippery bead. The pleasure is so intense it borders on pain, the pulsing ache in your cunt growing stronger where it rests in Logan’s huge palm.

Each drive of his hips pushes more cum out of you, gushing down your legs. You tremble around Logan’s cock, arching your back against his stomach as he pumps you, massaging every inch of his shaft between your walls. The world feels fuzzy, like a haze has descended over your awareness. Everything is too intense, in the best way. Your thighs begin to shake, lips parting in a moan.

Logan removes his fingers from your clit, bringing them to your open mouth and pressing them past your lips. “Suck,” he murmurs at your ear, his voice husky and strained. “Eat your own cum for Daddy, angel…Tell me how good you taste.”

You moan softly around Logan’s fingers, the slick texture of cum melting on your tongue. He balls your hair up in a fist, his other hand closing around your chin and tilting your face to his.

“Wider,” Logan gently commands, and you open up for him, extending your tongue, slippery with the pearly liquid he fed you. He takes your tongue between his lips, sucking your cum from it. He growls at the heady taste of you, his nostrils flaring, the flavor of your cunt awakening something primal in Logan.

He pulls out of you abruptly, your cunt puckering in his absence. A gush of liquid spills from between your thighs and spatters onto the floor, your body shaking in Logan’s arms as a climax overwhelms you without warning. Logan locks his bicep around you, forcing you in place so you don’t hurt yourself.

After letting you finish, he collects your pliant body in his arms. Seeking the nearest hard surface to fuck you on, Logan approaches the kitchen table and bends you over it. His body dwarfs yours; the shadow of his frame swallows you whole. Logan fixes his palm against the small of your back, pressing your stomach flat to the table. You lay limp and compliant for Logan, letting him take you. The afterglow of your orgasm has left you completely fucked-out and dazed; Logan could do literally anything he wants with your body right now, and you’d be unable (and unwilling) to resist.

He spreads your legs wide, his hand shoved roughly between them. “Christ you’re so fuckin’ wet,” Logan marvels, parting your lips with his fingers, playing with the slick making them glisten. He spanks your ass, lurching you out of the post-orgasm daze you’ve been in. “Stay just like that,” Logan growls, kneeling between your legs. “Don’t you dare fuckin’ move.”

He presses his face to your sex, the tip of his nose penetrating you slightly, his tongue lapping your clit in wide strokes. You grip the sides of the table, arms stretched across it. Logan’s hands latch onto the fat of your hips, his fingers digging marks into the plumpness there. Bracing yourself against the table, you hump Logan’s tongue, his nose nuzzling deeper as you rock back and forth on top of it.

The sounds in the room are beautifully filthy, throaty grunts of pleasure spilling from your lips…the creaking of the wooden table beneath you as you lean against it for support…Logan’s panted breath as he pulls air through his mouth before resuming his tongue’s assault on your clit. Your forehead presses against the table, your fingernails chewing at the wood as a second climax rips through you. Logan growls into your cunt, fucking himself with his fist as you come on his face, the muscles in your pussy fluttering around his nose.

Rising to his feet, Logan grabs your hair and whips you around to face him, pulling you onto your knees at his feet. He pumps his cock over you, aiming his tip at your sweat-sheened face. Logan locks his fingers in your hair, forcing your head back. Your mouth opens instinctively, tongue lolling out to catch Logan’s cum.

He bends slightly at his knees, tapping his tip against your tongue, groaning as he empties his release inside your mouth. You refrain from swallowing, allowing Logan to catch his breath and steady himself with one arm leaning against the table behind you. “Show me what Daddy gave you, angel,” Logan says, his voice heavy and relaxed. You stick out your tongue, curving it at the tip so Logan’s cum won’t run off of it. He nods approvingly, a lazy smile coming to his lips. “That’s a good girl,” he tells you. “Now swallow.”

[trulyumai]

unfit and disloyal

Pairing: Emperor Geta / Wife! Reader

Synopsis: Seeing your husband get so close with another woman, you confront him. But such an accusation of disloyalty makes anger swell up bubble beneath his skin. Until eventually it oozes out and onto you, his darling wife.

Warnings: Geta gets violent, angry.

A/N: This was highly requested, thank you all so much for the messages and comments!

A glass was thrown, shattered against the back wall of the chamber. Geta let out a surprised cry, still bent towards the ground in the quick action that fled his senses. He had expected a hug, maybe a kiss of welcome from his pretty wife.

“You idiot—you fool! You... you—!”

Another cup was already in your hands, and Geta barely made it behind a merciful beam that splayed out in the middle of the room.

“What are you doing, wife?!” Geta’s voice was hoarse with confusion as he peered from behind the pillar, his chest rising and falling from the sudden burst of chaos. He had prepared himself for an evening of peace after the long day—he had not been ready for war within his own walls. Where was his sweet wife to dote on him? To kiss and smother his face with little pecks, to hug his frame like it was the missing piece you were waiting for?

“What am I doing?" you snarled. "What am I doing?" Your hands shook with fury as dainty fingers fumbled for another object to throw. Your eyes, usually soft and full of warmth, were now blazing with a fire he had never seen before. “You dare to ask me that when I saw you with her? You let her touch you, let her throw herself on you like—like a dog in heat!”

Geta’s brow furrowed as he tried to recall how you could have come to such a conclusion. Woman? What woman? He was with you all night! The only time he wasn’t was when you had stepped away after the dessert had been devoured, kissing his cheek as you uttered a tired departure.

He meant to follow, but decided to finish his goblet first—and then it hit him. The realization sank in. The woman who had placed herself upon his knee, whispered generous actions and promises without batting an eye.

"Her? You mean the woman at the celebration?" He stepped out from behind the beam cautiously, raising his hands in surrender. A laugh already escaping him from such a deluded thought. “She meant nothing. Less than nothing. She was dealt with, pretty wife, without a second thought!”

You scoffed, laughter bitter and sharp. "Nothing? You looked like you were enjoying yourself, while I stood there, watching, like a fool. And in front of the citizens... Have you no shame, husband?" The words were spat with venom, the kind of harshness only Geta had spoken with before.

Geta’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing. “You left before you saw what happened next. I pushed her off the moment you turned away, threw her to the ground like the vermin she was for daring to disrespect you.” He took a step closer, trying to close the distance between you. “I grabbed her by the face and told her to remember her place—unless she wished to be charged with treason. Wife, trust me, I beg of you.”

Your grip faltered, and the third cup clattered to the floor. Your breathing was uneven, the anger mingling with something else now—uncertainty. “Then why didn’t you stop her sooner? Why did you let her touch you in the first place? Why bestow such a public betrayal onto me?”

Geta’s shoulders sagged. He was exhausted, emotionally worn from the day’s battles, and now here he was, fighting the one person he loved most. The shift in the air was palpable now, the sting of your words pressing further into his skin. The thought of you doubting him, even for a moment, sparked something darker within him. His eyes darkened, and his fists clenched at his sides.

“You accuse me of betrayal?” His voice, though low at first, began to rise, sharp and jagged as he stepped closer, each footfall deliberate. “You think I’d ever choose someone else over you?” The fury in his tone rattled the air between you, and his body towered over yours now, his shadow swallowing the small frame you stood in.

His breath came fast and heavy as he drew closer, his face inches from yours. “Do you know what kind of man you married? The kind who would crush anyone who dared stand between us!” His words came like thunder, reverberating against the stone walls, spit flying from his mouth in his rage. “I've killed men, burned them at the stake, slit their throats for weaker words. Yet you still sit there.. And look at me with such animosity, hm?”

Your body recoiled instinctively, shrinking away from his imposing presence. For the first time, there was fear in your eyes—fear of him. Geta’s breath hitched at the sight of you trembling beneath his gaze. He froze, his fury draining as quickly as it had flared. He blinked, his body suddenly stiff as realization set in.

He had never meant to frighten you.

“I didn’t...” He swallowed, running a hand through his hair, his jaw still clenched tight. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You stood frozen, still shaken, your breath shallow. Geta took a step back, releasing a slow breath as he fought to control himself, his fists relaxing at his sides. “Pretty wife, listen to me,” he rasped, voice now gentler, though it trembled. “I was angry. But not at you. Never at you.”

“But you said-” 

“I know.” He interrupted, already regret bit at the seams of his mind. He didn't need a reminder.

Ringed fingers reached for your cheek, gently wiping away the spit that had landed on your skin. “I would never hurt you. You know that, don’t you?” His voice was soft, desperate, as though each word were pulling him further from the edge of the abyss he had been teetering on.

You looked at him, tears forming at the corners of your eyes. “I saw you with her,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “And for a moment, I believed it. All the rumors. The lies. I believed you had chosen someone else.”

Geta’s heart clenched. He could see it now—how fragile your faith had become. He stepped closer, cupping your face with his large, calloused hands. “Never,” he breathed. “There is no one else for me. There never will be.”

You looked up at him, eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “Then why does it feel like I’m always competing with the world for you?”

His chest tightened, the weight of your words sinking in. “You aren’t competing. There’s no contest. I may belong to Rome, to the battlefield, to the politics of the Empire... but my heart, my soul, they belong to you.”

You searched his face for a long moment, and the anger finally faded, giving way to vulnerability. Letting out a shaky breath, you leaned into his chest, your voice small and muffled against his tunic. “I'm sorry, husband.”

Geta wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. His chin rested on top of your head as he whispered, “It's okay.” 

He breathed in your scent, sweet and intoxicating to his overburdened mind. 

“It's okay.”

[incorrectmarvelquotesss]

Y/N: Bucky!

Bucky: *on alert* What?

Y/N: What has two butts and can kill you?

Bucky: *sighs* What?

Y/N: An assassin.

[lottiesgrl]

𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗲, 𝗻𝗮𝘁, 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝘂𝗻𝗮, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗲!

cw: n/a

𝗟𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗜𝗘

*̥˚✧ anthropology major with a minor in media studies (kinda self-indulgent because of the pictures of courtney with her camera...)

*̥˚✧ criminally rich, offers to pay for literally anything you need. textbooks? don't even worry about it. supplies? she's already bought them.

*̥˚✧ also brought her car to campus and has no shame in driving you anywhere and everywhere

*̥˚✧ takes you to the fanciest places around campus, often with little warning. you'll wake up to a message from her offering to take you to a five-star steakhouse that night and you're like ???

*̥˚✧ for all her grand gestures of love, she enjoys more subtler displays of affection, like giving you flowers she finds on walks or writing you love letters

*̥˚✧ looves to study with you - you two have a favorite study spot on campus that's just secluded enough for you two to steal occasional kisses

*̥˚✧ comes to frat parties with you to make sure you're drinking safely (and to occasionally drag your wasted ass back to your dorm)

𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗘

*̥˚✧ undecided but taking courses for like 4 different majors

*̥˚✧ always knows where the best parties on campus and keeps an eye on you the whole time to make sure no assholes are hitting on you

*̥˚✧ bikes everywhere so when she takes you out the two of you have to walk everywhere... that is until she invests in a two-seater so she can ride you to classes and dates

*̥˚✧ you never see her studying but somehow her grades are perfectly fine?? meanwhile you're out here studying 3 hours a day and still can't manage an a in biochem...

*̥˚✧ stealing all her clothes because you like them better than your own. she sees you across campus wearing her leather jacket and texts you to ask how you're enjoying being a thief. she always pretends like she cares but they look better on you anyways

*̥˚✧ you two end up in the same classes and every time you look back at her, she's looking at you

*̥˚✧ asking to come over to "study" but you and her both know it'll end in you making out on her twin xl bed

𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗨𝗡𝗔

*̥˚✧ english literature major with a minor in woman gender and sexuality studies

*̥˚✧ lives in a single after her plans with jackie fell through and you cannot be more grateful. the one time you made out in your own room, your roommate came in and kicked her out. both of you have since learned your lesson.

*̥˚✧ always in the library; if you need her, chances are she'll be there, face buried into a book

*̥˚✧ loves to walk you to classes, even if it means being late to her own class. those who say chivalry is dead clearly haven't met shauna shipman

*̥˚✧ kevin car-nold did make it to college, but he's a little worse for wear. driving in shauna's car feels like a near death experience every time

*̥˚✧ quality time is incredibly important to shauna. her schedule is often so busy that she cherishes any time the two of you get together

*̥˚✧ wakes up FREAKISHLY early, and you have no idea how she does it. when you wake up at 7 am for class, she's already wide awake, laptop in her lap, working on coursework

𝗝𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗘

*̥˚✧ business major

*̥˚✧ plans her classes so she can spend the most time with you. you're free from one to three? funny, her next class doesn't start until three too! (she planned it that way)

*̥˚✧ takes you out on a million picnic dates. sitting on the quad on her cutesy picnic blanket feeding each other strawberries and she doesn't care who sees

*̥˚✧ if she finds a bug in her dorm, she'll call you over to take it outside, even if you live all the way across campus. and you do it every time

*̥˚✧ survives on sweet treats. she'll pout at you for ten minutes straight if you don't go with her to get a treat after class

*̥˚✧ INCREDIBLY jealous when other people get too close at parties. it's ten times worse when she's wasted. someone could ask you where the bathroom is and she'll be stink eyeing them until you two leave

*̥˚✧ is insistent on living with you off campus later on and has an organized pinterest board for every part of your future space together

[frickingnerd]

poly relationship with mirio & tamaki

pairing: mirio togata x gn!reader x tamaki amajiki

tags: wholesome fluff, polyamorous relationship, supportive!mirio

mirio and tamaki both had a crush on you, but only thanks to mirio did the two boys actually start dating you!

tamaki was too shy to confess to you, so only when mirio pushed his friend to confess to you, alongside himself, did tamaki actually do it!

and after realizing that you had a thing for both boys, it was mirio who suggested that you should just date both of them at once!

mirio feels comfortable dating you right from the start, while tamaki is a little awkward at first, overwhelmed by dating someone as great as you

with the help and constant reassurance of mirio and yourself, tamaki slowly grows more comfortable within the relationship

though mirio still is the one mostly initiating things! the blonde boy is just so outgoing and affectionate that tamaki just can't keep up

mirio constantly has his hands on you or tamaki and he's constantly the one suggesting date ideas, because he just has so many places he wants to take you and tamaki!

but tamaki still makes an effort to be affectionate, to hug you and hold your hand, and to take you on dates as well!

[kismetarchive]

Price is absolutely baffled when he see's his lovie's phone layout (old man confusion)

cw: older!captain john price x younger!gn!reader

When price started dating someone much younger than him — nearly a 20 year age gap — he knew there would be some generational misunderstandings.

You'd scrunch your face in bewilderment every time he'd reference some old childhood show he watched, a beat of awkward silence passing before it finally clicked in his head that while he was watching the show you weren't even a thought yet.

He'd look at you unamused whenever you talk in gen-z lingo, his eyebrows furrowed while you tried to explain "gyatt" in between your giggles because come on, how are you meant to tell him with a straight face that gyatt means a fat ass?

One lazy morning, you were doomscrolling through your phone, absentmindedly moving your thumb and not bothering to move as John sluggishly trudged towards you. His beefy arms curled around your waist, grumbling as he pulled you closer under the comforter — but then his eyes shot wide open when he saw how different your screen was.

It had little icons, pictures, and other things that definitely weren't on the regular iphone screen. Hell, you had a damn record spinning on there somehow!

"Why's your phone look like that?" John gruffly spoke, eyes squinted as you turned your head and laughed at his confused expression.

"I decorated it using widgets."

"Widgets?"

The lazy morning turned into you decorating John's phone (he requested a brown theme); you smiling as you handed it back to him after decorating it in a light brown aesthetic. He was surprised at how quick you had transformed his phone, but hummed in appreciation and planted a kiss on your cheek as a thank you.

The boys at base had a good laugh seeing their captain's phone all "dolled up." (Soap laughed the hardest so he was given bathroom cleaning duties for the rest of the month.)

[dovesdreaming]

Wish upon a hook

Summary: You couldn’t grant peoples wishes like your mother could but you always asked them what there wish was. Little did you know you were Harry hooks wish.

A/N: thank you so much for 400 followers! <3

Request

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Being the daughter of the Blue Fairy came with certain expectations. People saw you as a beacon of hope and kindness, a gentle spirit who brought light into the darkest places. Your mother had instilled in you the importance of using your magic to help others, to grant wishes and make the world a better place, one act of kindness at a time.

In Auradon, you were known for your generosity. You didn’t have your mother’s full power to grant any wish, but you had a special kind of magic of your own. You could help people find what they truly needed, whether it was a little encouragement, a moment of comfort, or sometimes, something more tangible. You were always willing to listen, always there to help. But even with all your light, there was one place your magic had never reached, the Isle of the Lost. When King Ben announced the integration of the Isle kids into Auradon, you had been one of the few who were genuinely excited. You’d heard so many stories of how terrible the children of villains were supposed to be, but you didn’t believe in judging people by their parents. Everyone deserved a chance to find their own path, to make their own wishes come true. You were determined to help them, even if no one else did. Which was how you found yourself face-to-face with Harry Hook.

It was a sunny afternoon at Auradon Prep, and you were taking a break by the fountain, enjoying the sound of the water as it splashed down into the pool below. The students were bustling about, and there was a sense of excitement in the air with the arrival of the Isle kids. You noticed them scattered around, their expressions wary and uncertain, like they didn’t quite belong. Your heart went out to them. They looked so out of place, and you couldn’t help but wish there was something you could do to make them feel more at home. That was when you saw him.

Harry Hook was leaning against the wall, his usual swagger evident even as he stood still. His coat hung loosely from his shoulders, and his hook glinted in the sunlight as he watched the other students with a smirk. He looked so different from everyone else, like he was daring them to say something, to judge him. You knew about Harry. People whispered about him, warned you to stay away from him and his dangerous ways. But you didn’t see danger when you looked at him. You saw someone who had been dealt a rough hand and was just trying to find his way in a place that seemed to resent him for even existing. So, naturally, you decided to approach him.

With a deep breath, you made your way over, your blue dress swaying slightly as you walked. Harry noticed you immediately, his eyes narrowing in suspicion as you stopped a few feet away from him. “Hello” you said, offering him a gentle smile. “I’m [Y/N]”. Harry raised an eyebrow, his hook tapping against his side. “Aye, I know who ye are”. His voice was thick with his Scottish accent, and there was a hint of curiosity behind the wariness. “Ye’re the Blue Fairy’s lass, aren’t ye?”. You nodded, your smile not faltering. “That’s right. I’m glad to finally meet you, Harry”. He scoffed, his smirk returning as he crossed his arms. “Are ye now? And what would a lass like ye want with someone like me?”. You shrugged, unbothered by his attitude. “I just wanted to say hello. I know it must be difficult, being here. It’s a lot to get used to”.

Harry’s smirk faded a little, and he eyed you suspiciously. “Ye think I need yer pity?”, “Not at all” you replied softly. “I think you’re strong enough to handle anything. But that doesn’t mean it’s easy”. He looked at you for a long moment, like he was trying to figure out what game you were playing. But when he couldn’t find any trace of mockery or pity in your eyes, his expression softened just slightly. “And what would ye know about it, lass?” he asked, his voice quieter, almost thoughtful. You tilted your head, considering your words carefully. “Maybe not much” you admitted. “But I know that everyone has wishes, things they want more than anything. And I try to help, whenever I can”. Harry’s eyes gleamed with something unreadable. “Wishes, eh? Ye think ye can grant wishes?” “Not like my mother can@ you said with a small laugh. “But sometimes, just listening, just trying to help, is enough”.

He looked at you, really looked at you, as if he couldn’t quite believe you were real. You could almost see the gears turning in his mind, like he was deciding whether to trust you or not. Finally, he let out a short laugh, shaking his head. “Yer a strange one, lass. Kindness like yers, it’s dangerous on the Isle”. You smiled softly. “We’re not on the Isle anymore, Harry”. His gaze flickered, a shadow passing over his eyes. “Aye, but the Isle’s still in us”. There was a depth in his words, a pain that you could feel even without him saying more. It made your heart ache for him, for all of them. You wished you could take that pain away, could make things better with a wave of your hand. But that wasn’t how your magic worked. Instead, you did what you could. You stepped closer, looking up at him with earnest eyes. “Is there anything I can do for you, Harry? Anything you wish for?”

He stared at you, his eyes searching your face like he was looking for something he wasn’t sure he’d find. And then, with a smirk that was both teasing and serious, he leaned down, his face inches from yours. “Aye, lass” he murmured, his voice a low rumble. “There is somethin I would like. It’s my secret for now ask me again in a few months”. His eyes sparkled with mischief and with that he turned to walk away only looking back to smirk at your confused expression. What had you gotten yourself into?

After a few months of the isle kids being at Auradon you had grown close to a few of them, one in particular being none other than Harry hook. He had become a good friend, someone you could rely on in moments of need. You would have never expected to have become so close to him after all the whispers you had heard about him, yet here you were. Friends with Harry and wishing you could make him like you back. Alas you would settle for whatever he gave you and if all that was is friendship, so be it.

You were sat down in the gardens under a tree with Harry having a lazy day in the sun when you remembered your first encounter and how he never answered your question. “Hey, Harry?” “Yes lass?” He slowly turned to you opening one eye. “You never answered my question. What do you wish for?” He stared at you before opening his other eye and readjusting his position so he was turned more towards you. He smirked before easily saying “I want you”. You blinked, your heart skipping a beat as his words sank in. “I’m sorry, what?” Harry’s grin widened, and he straightened up, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Ye heard me. I want ye”.

You felt your cheeks heat up, and you tried to gather your thoughts, stumbling over your words. “Harry, I-I don’t think that’s… what I meant”. He chuckled, clearly enjoying your flustered reaction. “Oh, I know, lass. But ye asked, and I answered”. You stared at him, your mind racing. Was he serious? Was he teasing? You couldn’t tell, and it was driving you crazy. “You can’t just… say things like that!” you finally managed, your voice coming out more breathless than you intended. Harry shrugged, looking entirely too pleased with himself. “Why not? It’s the truth. I want ye, [Y/N]. Been my wish since I saw ye that day”. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and you couldn’t look away from him, from the way he was looking at you like you were the only thing that mattered.

“I… I don’t know what to say,” you whispered. He reached out with his hook, gently lifting your chin so you were forced to meet his gaze. His eyes were serious now, the teasing glint gone as he spoke. “Ye don’t have to say anythin’, lass. Just think about it”. He released you from the prison of his gaze. Moving back with a small, almost shy smile before standing up. “I’ll be around, if ye ever decide to grant that wish”. And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving you sitting under the willow tree, your heart racing and your mind spinning.

You had been having a care free day but somehow, Harry Hook had turned your world upside down with just a few words. And for the first time in your life, you found yourself having your own wish granted. Something, or rather, someone you’d never expected. As your mind finally caught up to what had happened you realised you had to catch up to Harry before he got too far away.

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Thank you for reading!

[maliyuhh]

Y'ALL CAN SOMEONE MAKE A SMUT ABOUT UNCLE AARON OR JEFFERSON DAVIS. LAWWWWWDDD THOSE MEN MAKE MY PUSSY STREAM A FUCKIN WATERFALL. MY LEGS FUCKIN SHAKE WHEN I SEE THEM. Ouuu and Aaron's sexy bald ass head 😩 and Davis' big ass muscles 😫. I WANNA RIDE THEY ASS TIL MY FUCKIN HAIR FOLLICLES FALL OUT. I JUST WANT THEM SO FUCKIN BADDDDDDDDDDDDDDD. MILES' WHOLE FUCKIN BLOODLINE IS SO FINE AND FOR WHATTTTTT?

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

One For The Road [6]

Cecil Dennis x afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals •Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | requestinfo• ko-fi •

Series Masterlist

Summary: You need to get some answers.

A/N: Ahh, we have reached the end! A massive thank you to @thexsanctuaryx for beta reading this series! <3

Warnings: Cecil crying (a lot), talk of pregnancy, anxiety, there's a happy ending, swearing, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 1319

Your first instinct is to leave. Just go. Walk out and drive home and delete his number and never talk to him again. 

But then his panicked face and pleading eyes echoed in your mind, reverberating to the point of madness. 

Just go. Walk out and drive home and delete his number and ignore him for a few days.

But that seemed cruel too. 

You’d only just been doing whatever the hell you and Cecil had been doing recently. Neither of you had talked about what you actually were and besides, it definitely seemed like Danielle and him were no longer seeing each other, or sleeping together. Or…

You needed to know. At the very least, you owed yourself answers.

So, instead, you moped around the house a little, picking halfheartedly at the pancakes Cecil had been making, the ones he’d finished now cold. 

In the rush he’d left his phone upstairs, so it wasn’t as if you could message him about when he’d be back. 

You didn’t know when Harry would return either. Part of you toys with the idea of leaving a note or message for him to contact you when he gets back, just so you could go home and sidestep any possible awkward conversations. 

Just as you are considering what to write, the front door slams open with the kind of force that should have, but luckily didn’t, rip it off its hinges. 

Cecil bursts inside, wide eyed, sweaty, and panicked. He looks delirious, like he’s run twenty miles in the desert with no water. 

He almost doesn’t notice you sitting at the kitchen table as he falls inside, but he manages to stop his body from running up the stairs and grabbing his phone when he sees you. 

Your name falls out of his lips nervously, a whispered mumble that breaks a little at the end. His eyes teary. 

He takes a step forward, his hands twitching at his sides as he goes to reach out for you, but he stops himself. 

“She’s not pregnant.”

You don’t get a chance to answer as all his words come out in a rush of sound. 

“She’s not pregnant, I promise, look I even got the doctor to give me proof.” He pulls out a folded piece of paper from his jeans. “It’s got her signature and the doctor’s contact info, you can check it all online too, make sure it’s real. She said you can call her to confirm that Danielle’s not pregnant, I explained to her, to the Doctor, she was really nice, she said she’d talk to you and-”

“Cecil,” you say softly as you stand and take his shaking hands in yours. “It’s okay.”

“Danielle– we slept together a few times about two months ago, but I always used a condom, always, and they didn’t break. And then we stopped hanging out because she’s…”

You wait, giving him space to finish as you stroke his hand.

“She’s kind of mean, and then we don’t talk, she blocks me and suddenly a few weeks ago she messages me saying she’s pregnant and I’m the Dad and I need to send her all this money.” He looks up at you hopefully. “I, I don’t have that kind of money… She wanted me to go to the first doctor’s appointment and, I think she really did think she was pregnant, but she wasn’t. And, and she told me the date, it was next week. For sure. I remember, I have the message, I can show you. It wasn’t today. Otherwise… otherwise…”

“It’s okay.” You give him a reassuring smile and take the doctor’s letter out of his hands and place it on the table. 

“You hate me…” His voice completely breaks at the end, his face crumpling as the dam bursts and tears start to flow. 

“Shh, shh, shh,” you wrap your arms around him quickly, holding him close and squeezing him tight. You rub his back as he weeps into you, burying his face into your neck. “How could I hate you, hmm?” You kiss his temple and he cries harder. 

“You hate my kisses that much? They make you cry?” You tease lightly, trying to cheer him.

He shakes his head rapidly, still sobbing, but trying to stop. “I love them.” He insists through tears. 

“Yeah?” You kiss his temple again, and then his cheek.

“Yeah, yes, I love them so much, I love you.” He blurts out and then sobs harder in the beat of silence that follows. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m-”

“Shhh,” you lean back so you can hold his face in both of your hands and look into his eyes. “Why are you sorry, sweet thing?” 

“I, I, I,” he hiccups and swallows trying to force his tears down. “I thought you’d be gone and never speak to me again, and I ran all the way here back from the doctor’s because I didn’t want to be in the car with her for a second longer, and you hate me and now I said I love you and I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”

You stroke his cheeks with your thumbs and kiss his lips lightly. His breathing hitches. 

“Cecil,” you say softly, “take a seat and I’ll get you some water.” 

He shakes his head, “Can I hold your hand while you get water?” 

You smile, your chest heavy and you nod. 

He holds your bicep, pressing his forehead against your shoulder as you fill a glass. He sits when you guide him to the table and takes the water when you offer it. He drinks quickly, trying to swallow as much as possible to please you. 

“Hey, don’t choke.” You say gently, taking the glass out of his hands - half full - and sit down next to him. 

He looks at you sadly from under his wet lashes, little shudders of his cries echoing on his body. “I get it… if you don’t want to ever see me again.” 

“Cecil,” You stroke his hair and he presses his head to your hand, closing his eyes. “It’s okay. I promise.” 

His eyes snap open as he looks at you, confusion and shock plastered all over his face. “You…?”

“Me…?” You tease a little. 

“You don’t hate… you want to…?” 

“I want you dummy,” you smile and kiss him again gently, a soft brush of your lips to his.

He moves after you quickly, deepening in kiss and moaning softly. The moment he pulls back he’s crying again. “Sorry, sorry, sorry,” he waves his hand and wipes at his eyes, “happy tears, happy tears.”

“You’re so sweet.” You give his hand a little squeeze. 

He shakes his head. “I’m a piece of shit. I should have told you… I just didn’t…” He sighs, “I didn’t want to put you off. You’re already so kind and hot and put together, and I’m just-”

“Shh.” You grin and he smiles back. “Besides, we’re not… we never talked about being… you know. We never set any boundaries.” 

He nods. “I’d like to… be like… going steady.” 

You can’t help but giggle at the sincere way he says it, the honesty in his tone just causes joy to bubble in your chest. 

His smile widens as you laugh. “Is that a yes?” 

You nod. “Yes.” 

He grins wildly and kisses all over your face repeatedly until you're laughing so hard you almost can’t breathe. 

“Sorry, sorry,” he chuckles as he moves back. 

“Stop saying sorry.” 

“Sorry.” 

You snort and then pause. “Would you still like to come over to mine?” 

His eyes widen a little, glittering in the light. “Three day food and fuck weekend?” 

You let out a bark of laughter and nod. “Three day food and fuck weekend.” 

He kisses you again, sweetly this time. “I don’t deserve you.” He whispers against your lips.

“That’s okay. I don’t deserve you either.” 

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[triannel]

HI!!! I adore how you write bill, an my own birthday is tomorrow an im ✨Terrified✨✨,, n was wondering ifff. You could do a sorta angst-fluff where its the readers birthday, but every single one of his birthdays has been awful. And like, now that bills here with the reader he feels like maybe he wont have to Just survive his birthday? That even with his god awful family, it might be ok. Like yeah the meds help, but it doesnt fix anything if the people youre with are why youre fucked yknow? IDK and maybe bill decides to take it upon himself to remove the readers family😋 cant be a neglected middle child w all the responsibilities of the eldest if youre an orphan/J AN I DONT MIND HOW CLOSE YOU STAY TO THIS I LOVE YOUR WRITING ANYWAYS!!

(,,,o n also the reader maybe be a grungey scene kid kinda guy? Lots of piercings, an is more feminine than his parents think he should be, especially as a trans guy, So thats smth. Love bones n bugs and shinies an is like if a dog n crow were a guy,, n supr srry if this is a bad req!! Im jus excited cus i love bill, and im also stressy out cus of my burthdayy >_<“) SO NO PRESSURE TO RESPOND ESPECIALLY IF THIS IS TOO LONG OR ANYTHIMG!!!/gen

-🌙

Hello and Happy Birthday 🌙 anon! I've managed to whip this up and I hope it gives you at least some sort of comfort for today. I really do hope you're situation gets better soon, take care of yourself and have a great day! (Also, don't worry, I never really do mind long asks.)

BirthDate

Oneshot | Bill Cipher x Reader | Fluff/Comfort?

Warnings: Mention of Death, Implied Abuse, Implied Trauma, Implied Bad Birthdays, Bill Cipher lol

Quickly stepping upstairs, you lock yourself in your bedroom, blocking all the noise emenating from downstairs. Exhaling, you drop to your bed, letting yourself relax into comfort of the soft mattress and fluffy pillows.

Only needing rest by this point, you close your eyes. Wanting nothing more than to leave this place behind.

"WHOA, DIDN'T EXPECT TO SEE YOU SO EARLY!" A voice suddenly spoke, booming loudly for you to hear.

Ah yes, there he is. You can't exactly say he's your best pal, but right this moment, you truly do feel more at ease with him than being back there.

"It's honestly been a long day so..." You shrugged for a moment before continuing, "Does it bother you?" You ask, giving a lighthearted smile.

"NOT AT ALL, I WOULDN'T BLAME ANYONE BY WANTING TO MEET YOURS TRULY," he spoke, blinking slowly in a dramatic way to show off his 'impressive looks'.

You chuckle slightly, shaking your head, "I mean, I don't think I'm exactly the one to choose to be here..." speaking your thought aloud just to perhaps tease him a little as you glance at him for a moment before slightly chuckling once more.

You never really did know how you even get to meet him to be honest, he somewhat always manages to show up in your dreams, so overtime you guessed that he might be the one approaching you...That, or it might be because of something else entirely.

For a moment, you thought you saw him become nervous for a second, but maybe it didn't happen at all as you only saw it for less than a second.

"WELL, JUST WANTED TO CHECK HOW YOU'RE DEALING WITH KNOWING YOU'RE ONE YEAR CLOSER TO YOUR DEATH," he flatly said, in a weird, eerie way. He always did love being weird so this type of behaviour wouldn't be uncommon by this point.

"Right... Well, what's the agenda for this time then? Or are you busy?" You ask, avoiding your 'birthday' in question. You'd much rather not talk about your birthday at all to be honest. Not a single one ever went well...

Adjusting his bowtie, he started to speak, "WELL..."

Snapping his fingers, your surroundings completely change.

The rest of your 'dream' went on a relatively good note. Having a cup of tea, playing chess, you both did the usual activities you both would do when meeting in your subconscious mind. But the only thing is that, he seemed to be more...well a bit more charming and noticeably, but only slightly more open to your suggestions on what else to spend time on.

He'd usually take the wheel and drag you through any activity he wants, but this time though, this time he was a bit more...considerate.

Now playing a board game with him, you take the dice and roll it. Getting one, Bill chuckles slightly at your misfortune for a second before taking the dice from you.

He might be treating you like this because it's your birthday, but you'd doubt it... Well at least for now-

"EY, IT'S YOUR TURN TOOTS," he snapped his finger a few times in front of your face.

Chuckling, you mutter an apology before taking the dice. Rolling it in your hands, you then let it go. As the dice lands on the floor, it lands on a six, letting you be the winner for the match.

"Yess, I won!" You raise your arms, smiling back at him.

"CHECK AGAIN." Bill spoke, pointing at your piece. Looking down at the board, you see a newly added tile in front of your piece, moving the finish line out of reach. You raise your eyebrow, giving him the side eye.

"WHAT? I DON'T MAKE THE RULES," he raised his shoulders, smiling mischievously with his eye.

Shaking your head, you chuckled at his silly banter while giving him the dice for his turn.

It's unexpected but, this dorito triangle man truly has made a significance on making your birthday much more bearable. Be it his choice to do it or not, you're honestly just glad to at least have some semblance of joy sprout on this day.

I haven't been able to post for a week because unfortunately I became rlly busy at the moment and it isn't helping that I do tend to procrastinate at times. I'll post more regularly later, but for now at least, I'll post this here. Once again, happy birthday 🌙 anon!

[ewyuzu]

warning: soft smut. minors dni!

the soft glow of candlelight filled your apartment as you and nanami sat together, enjoying a quiet evening after a long, exhausting day. his presence was a comforting contrast to the chaos of the world outside, and you couldn’t help but admire how composed he always seemed, even in the most intense situations.

“you work too hard, kento,” you said softly, leaning into him on the couch. his arm was draped around your shoulders, pulling you closer in a subtle but protective way.

“someone has to,” he replied with a small smile, his voice deep and soothing. “but being here with you… this makes it worth it.”

your heart fluttered at his words, and you looked up to meet his gaze. there was something different in his eyes tonight, a glint of warmth and desire that made your breath catch. slowly, he leaned down, brushing a tender kiss against your forehead.

“you deserve to relax too,” you whispered, your fingers tracing small circles on his chest.

nanami let out a low hum of approval, pulling you even closer. “perhaps you’re right.”

before you could respond, he tilted your chin up gently, capturing your lips in a kiss that was slow and deliberate. his mouth moved against yours with a patience that was intoxicating, as if he had all the time in the world to savor the moment. each kiss felt like a promise, a quiet declaration of how much he wanted you.

“kento…” you breathed against his lips, feeling the heat between you grow.

“let me take care of you,” he murmured, his voice sending shivers down your spine. his hands moved with purpose, caressing your sides and pulling you into his lap, your bodies pressed close. there was no rush in his movements, only an overwhelming sense of control and desire.

his lips trailed down your neck, leaving soft kisses in their wake. each touch was deliberate, each breath he took against your skin sending a wave of anticipation through you. he was careful, almost reverent, as if he were memorizing every inch of you.

“tell me if you want me to stop,” nanami whispered, his voice husky and low, his fingers now tracing the edge of your shirt.

“don’t stop,” you replied, your heart racing with excitement and longing.

with that, nanami’s calm demeanor gave way to something deeper, his hands moving with more urgency now. as your clothes began to fall away, you could feel the heat radiating from him, his usually composed exterior melting as his desire for you became impossible to hold back.

there was a tenderness in every touch, every kiss, as he guided you through the night. nanami was slow, patient, and thorough, making sure every moment was filled with pleasure and connection. you were lost in him, the world fading away as he made you feel like the only thing that mattered.

[waxingwinchester]

I would be a free use slut for Sam, Dean, Jack and Cas just saying. All of them taking turns or begrudgingly using my other holes when someone else is already using one.. or maybe they cram their way inside to fit two

[thebestsetter]

Ok, so I was wondering...

Edit: I just realized my dumb ass put coffe shop 2 times 💀

[hsunrry]

special room // one shot harry styles

harry styles x fem!reader

summary: based on this request.

words: ~1,1k

warnings: smut18+, praise, degradation, glory hole, bondage, ball gag, knife play, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, creampie

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“can i know already what’s gonna be in that room?” you pouted, looking up at him. it was frustrating. he was keeping you away from this one room that was empty in your house for almost two years, when he came up with ‘brilliant’ idea to do something in it. you liked surprises, of course, but not when it’s in renovation for almost two months!

“patient, sweetheart.” he grinned, pecking your pout. “they’re almost done, so i can show you what it is tomorrow.” you were guessing so many times already what could possibly be in this room, but you’d never expect what he showed you the next day. when he opened the doors for you, you froze and your breath hitched in your throat. “so, what do you think?” he squeezed your shoulders gently. “since we’re both into it sometimes, i figured this could be a room for it.”

“i don’t know what to say.” you spoke finally, going further into the room. you were looking at something similar to the room from 50 shades of Grey, but even more equipped. “this is amazing.” you smiled, looking around the room.

“i knew you’d like it.” he placed his both hands on your waist, leaning to your neck from behind and placing few kisses there. he let go of you and went to one of the walls. he pushed the button and wall started appearing from it towards you.

“a wall.” you said, slightly confused. “with a hole.” you looked at him.

“well, i thought we could have a glory hole here too.” he smiled.

“oh yeah, like you can actually handle me giving you a head without touching me.” you smirked. he chuckled lowly.

“we can always test it.” he grabbed the hem of your t-shirt, taking it off you. “besides, i wanted to test few things here anyway.” he left you only in underwear. he grabbed a knife from the holder, tilting your chin up with it. “what would you say, doll?” you only nodded. he looked down at your breasts covered in bra, putting a knife in between them. “i’ll just buy you a new one.” he mumbled, cutting your bra in half. he accidentally cut you, causing your quiet whine. “oh, i’m sorry sweetheart.” he grinned, leaning down with his face between your tits, licking the small amount of blood that escaped your body. he placed few kisses around this place, looking up at you. the tip of the knife traced around your nipple, causing it to harden even more than it already was. “kneel down at this side.” he gestured towards the wall with his head. you knew that he loved when you were sucking him, but the thing was: he loved to touch you while you were doing it. even if it was just holding your hair or cupping your cheek. so basically, you knew damn well that he’s not gonna last long without doing it. you kneeled down, your face at the perfect height of the hole. you could hear him undressing and after few seconds his erected cock appeared on your side of the wall. you licked your lips and spat on it right after. when you started stroking him to spread it, you could see his hand gripping the side of the thin wall. you heard a low moan when you wrapped your lips around his tip, sucking and lapping your tongue around it. “fuck.” he gasped, his hand gripping the wall tighter. you started bobbing your head on him, when suddenly you felt him pulling out from your mouth and hole.

“what are you-“ he cut you off by gripping you by your waist and pushing you on the bed. he ripped off your panties, grabbing long, black rope from one of the hooks.

“you were right.” he said, tying your hands and arms to your torso. “i can’t stand you sucking me off without touching you.” he bent your legs in your knees, spreading you open for him and tying it to the rest of your body. “so now i’ll fuck you so hard and you won’t be able to touch me.” he tied it tightly, looking at his work with a grin. he started stroking himself. “you look so good like that, holy fuck.” he gasped, grabbing ball gag from the shelf. “open wide for me.” you quickly obeyed, opening your mouth. he placed it in your mouth, clasping it at the back of your head. he pulled your body to himself, on the edge of the bed, entering your pussy in one swift motion. your moans muffled by a ball when he started pounding fast and hard. your body arched as much as rope allowed and your eyes rolling back inside your head. “taking my cock so well, such a good girl.” he panted, gripping your hips tighter. “gonna fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.” he smacked your breast, causing your another muffled moan. his movements were fast and rough, he never fucked you that hard in your entire relationship. when he saw you nearing your climax he pinched your clit. “gonna come for me, slut?” he panted. “come on, i’m not done yet.” he fucked you at the same intensity through your first orgasm. your inner walls clenching around his dick when you cried out into ball gag. he pulled out, grabbing a knife and cutting ropes on your legs. he grabbed your hips, rolling you onto your stomach. your legs dangling off the bed when he resumed his fast movements in your cunt. your cheek pressed to the bed, when he was fucking you deeper this time. tears from mixed pleasure and pain rolling down your face on the sheets. he was panting so hard and moving so fast you could feel his sweat dripping on your ass and lower back from his hair. he quickly unclasped the ball from your head. “wanna hear you when you come again for me.”

“f-fuck.” you stuttered, your voice raspy. he grinned, moving even faster if possible. “oh my fucking god!” you cried out, clenching around his cock and triggering his own release.

“holy fuck!” he panted, filling you with his sprouts. his dick twitching inside you, emptying himself completely. he collapsed on your back, kissing your shoulder few times. only thing you could hear in this room was irregular breaths. he untied you, wrapping his body around you right after. he caressed your hair, pecking your lips few times. “you did so good for me baby, i love you so much, we’ll go take a bath in few minutes, okay?”

“okay, i love you too.” you smiled softly.

[frickingnerd]

tenya with a s/o who has a healing quirk

pairing: tenya iida / ingenium x gn!reader

tags: wholesome fluff, supportive & protective boyfriend!tenya, established romantic relationship, healthy communication

you have a powerful healing quirk, able to heal even the worst wounds. but it comes with a drawback – whenever you heal someone, you'll feel their pain!

tenya knows about that side effect of your quirk ever since the two of you started dating. not long after, you had told him all about how your quirk worked

the two of you ended up having a serious conversation, where tenya made you promise to never push yourself too far

it's not worth it trying to help others when you'll injure yourself in return. so he wants you to only help people as long as you don't collapse from the pain

but tenya doesn't want you to carry that burden all by yourself!

as your boyfriend, he's there to help prevent situations in which people could get hurt. he'll warn his friends not to be reckless and informs them of your quirk's side effect

and even if you have to use your quirk to help someone, tenya is always by your side, holding your hand and making sure you're still doing alright!