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[cookies-over-yonder]

i don't know how to say this, 'cause you're really my dearest friend

Five times Taylor and Link almost kissed, and one time they finally did.

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[title from Jenny (I Wanna Ruin Our Friendship) by Studio Killers]

2. The second time, it was a challenge.

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Link and Taylor had been eating out of the same box of pocky for a while, but then, they simultaneously came to a horrific realization.

"There's only one left, do you want it?" Link offers.

"Come on, that's no fun," Taylor elbows him. They're sitting beside each other at Link's kitchen table, and Link can see Taylor's legs swinging back and forth in excitement—or maybe just excese energy. "We should battle for it."

"Huh?"

Taylor pinches the middle of the pocky stick and holds it between them. The chocolate side is facing Link.

"I bite this side, and you bite that side."

"Why do I get the chocolate side?"

"I'm being courteous, since I'm gonna be way faster than you at eating this thing," Taylor teases.

"I guess we'll see…"

Link's face gets hot. "Wait, are we going to meet in the middle?"

"Well, the aim of the game is to eat as much as you can, so I hope not, 'cause that'd be boring."

Taylor really just wants to have fun eating this.

"O—okay."

"Ready?"

"Yeah."

Taylor sticks the chocolateless end of the pocky in his mouth and leans forward. His eyes are sparkling with excitement, and he's grinning like this is going to be the most fun game he's ever played.

"Come on," Taylor encourages him, and it's muffled by the stick in his mouth, which makes Link chuckle.

"Okay, okay."

Link holds the chocolate end between his teeth.

And then the game starts.

Taylor is chomping the pocky stick and inching closer and closer to Link's face, and when he gets really close, he closes his eyes.

Link freezes.

Lips that aren't his are hovering way too closely and making him feel shocks sent down his spine.

He bites down hard, and the piece of pocky snaps and falls into his mouth. He chews, and then he swallows it with one big gulp.

"Ah! You broke it," Taylor says, finishing off the pocky still sticking out of his mouth. "You hardly ate any! That was like, no different from you just giving me the whole stick."

It felt pretty different to Link.

"Ahh… Sorry—"

"It's fine. I won anyway," Taylor chuckles, and the sound reverberates through Link's skull like an enchanting melody.

"Yeah, you did."

And then Taylor pulls out another box from his backpack, holds it in front of Link and shakes it a little. The way Taylor gazes at him makes Link's breath catch. "You wanna try it again?"

It's at this time that Link is so grateful he doesn't visibly blush, because with the way his brain is short-circuiting from the way Taylor's hair frames his face and the light from the ceiling lamp reflects off his eyes. There's probably some overly dramatic and tropey way Taylor would describe the view.

He's always making references and painting things out to be as gorgeous and emotional and action-packed as his favourite shows.

It's really charming.

Taylor really knows who he is, and he's got no shame about it. He's loud, and silly, and passionate, and cute…

Taylor leans in closer. "Hmm?"

Now it's the thud of Link's heartbeat that's reverberating through his skull.

"Mm, you can have the rest."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

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[dollyfetti]

katsuki thinks it's fucking crazy whenever you get cuteness aggression from him-- a large, brawny, 6'2 boulder who isn't "cute" in any sense!

he may not openly admit it, but he adores when you excitedly rush into the shared bedroom where he's reading on his kindle, glasses perched on his nose. your face radiates with lovey dovey affection as you enter his space. and he loves it even more when you set aside his kindle and climb into his lap, covering his face in sweet smoochies. you wrap your arms around his thick neck and squeeze his body close. you adorably squeal, "missed you so much baby..!", filling up the room (and his swelling heart). you pull back to glance at his face where you're met with an uncharacteristic expression of fluster from your boyfriend.

"...my cutieee!!" you giggle, snuggling into him once more.

and the blond can't even say anything beyond a bashful, "love ya, sweets" cuz he just can't fathom the amount of joy he feels when you express your love for him.

[glossykissies]

arthur morgan loves putting you in a full nelson. truly, nothing beats it. ૮ ྀི◞͈ ˔ ◟͈ ྀིა

it’s effortless for him, the way his thick arms brace your legs against your chest, the weight of you on top of him barely a disturbance. he’d make you think it was your idea — not because he was trying to manipulate you, but because of the way he adored how you begged.

you’d been pressing him about it earlier in the week, hounding him about his sex life before he met you and what kind of ridiculous scenarios he got himself into. he had years of experience, probably sexually active before you were even born and you couldn’t help but be curious.

“well now there was this one pose, but i’m not too sure you’d like it. s’a little advanced.” he sticks his thumbs in his belt loops, leaning against the wall as he finally gives into your prodding. he thinks it’s adorable the way your brows pinch, all determined to change his mind as you rush over, standing on your toes and grabbing at him.

“oh please go on arthur. satisfy my curiosity, i beg you!” you whine and he swallows down a chuckle.

“c’mere.” he walks you to a chair and you follow without further prompting. arthur sits, before pulling you onto his lap. fully clothed, he easily lifts your legs making you gasp. calloused, weathered hands slide up the back of your legs until they were hooked under your knees, keeping them high before he mimicked the act of thrusting into you from below, jean clad crotch thudding against you softly. “a little like that. now i’m sure you can use your imagination and picture that without clothes on.” he lowers your legs and taps the side of your ass like you’re a horse. “go on now, up y’get — we got things to do today.”

as expected, you don’t forget about the conversation and demonstration, infact you’re weak in the knees for the rest of the day — clinging to his strong arm, whiny and submissive to his every calm command. you could only imagine what had got you in such a state, and arthur knew just how he’d fix it.

now in a candlelit hotel room arthur’s got you totally in the nude, holding the same leud, split open position he had you in earlier as he stuffs your cunt with his thick length.

“shh shh shh shh now.” he chides, voice warm and gravelly as he slows his thrusts to a deep and firm rhythm. “this is what you wanted, remember? begged n begged me.”

“j’st — s—so much!” you shudder, head lulling forward weakly and helplessly, glossy folds fluttering around the man who held you open.

“well you’re bein’ a very good girl. keep takin’ it, there we go.” he hums, working you toward that sweet release.

[sceletaflores]

ghosts, ghouls, goblins, and other things that go bump in the night!

pair: logan howlett x fem!reader

wc: 4.5k

contains: 18+ SMUT MDNI, swearing, drinking, resident bestie diva wade wilson, matching costumes ofc, established relationship, p in v, semi-public sex (bathroom), rough sex, mirror sex, gratuitous amounts of dirty talk, light degradation, light hair pulling, light choking, nasty dirty breeding kink (@guiltyasdave infected me with the breeding kink disease...it's all her fault), 4k words for straight up porn w/o plot, no use of y/n.

nat’s note: happy halloween! sort of...i obvi couldn't wait to post this until the actual day cause i have absolutely zero patience so here you go! i thought up this idea in the middle of the night and literally got out of bed to start it. it's a nasty self indulgent mess...hope you love it! kisses <3

cutie divider by icon @saradika-graphics!

you and logan have some fun at wade's halloween party...

Unsurprising to no one, Wade Wilson knows how to throw a party. 

Every year since the two of you became neighbors, you’ve gotten a gaudy invitation decorated with cartoon bats and devils slipped under your door just in time for Halloween.

Of course, it’s always in some cheesy font, red and glittery. A crappy pun about “scaring up some fun with your favorite mercenary” with a return address listed as ‘Hell’s Playground’ inscribed on the front.

It's awful. You haven’t missed one yet.

And not just because you’re a sucker for free booze and cheap decorations. It’s like tradition now, you can't have your perfect attendance streak cut off four years in. That's just bad manners.

Besides, this is the first year you’ve gotten to do a couples costume.

“I look fuckin’ ridiculous,” Logan mutters, deep voice laced with irritation as he messes with the wolf ears perched awkwardly on his head. “Can’t believe I let you drag me to this thing.”

You don’t turn to face him, but you can still see the frown tugging his lips down in your mind. Logan’s never been one for costumes, but his options were either dress up or stay home while you went and had fun without him.

He was dead set on staying at home for most of the day.

One look at the frilly white bloomers that came with your costume and he changed his tune.

“Quit being such a baby,” you toss over your shoulder, pouring your second cup of whatever Wade mixed together in the mini cauldron sitting on his bar. “You look great, babe.”

He really shouldn’t complain, his costume is barely a costume. An old flannel with the sleeves ripped off and some mangy jeans.

The fake ears and tail were a struggle and a half to get him on board with, but Logan’s all bark and no bite. He was more than willing to roll over and show you his belly after enough begging.

Logan scoffs, big hand pawing at your hip to drag you to his side. “You owe me for this,” he rumbles low in your ear, the playful threat sending a shiver down your spine.

“You’ll survive,” you tease, a smug grin spreading across your face as you tug playfully on the tail clipped to his belt loop. “Unless you wanted to switch?”

Logan’s eyes drag over your body shamelessly, all the way from the floppy sheep ears sitting on your head to the lacy white corset and matching bloomers that do little to hide your curves. 

You don’t miss the way his eyes darken, how he runs his tongue along the sharp point of his canines like he wants to sink his teeth into you.

It sends a familiar heat coursing through your veins, warming your insides just as much as the vodka with a hint of mixer you’ve been sipping at.

You start to wish you shelled out for the fake fangs at the party store.

Logan tugs you closer, his lips curling into a slow, predatory smirk. “Not a chance in hell,” he rasps, voice dipping a couple octaves lower. “Looks better on you, baby.”

You hum idly as his arm snakes around your waist, fingers splayed along your lower back, inching dangerously close to the swell of your ass.

“You better behave,” you chastise, though it’s more playful than stern as you look up at him through your lashes. “We’re in public.”

Logan’s grip tightens, a soft grunt leaving him as he leans in, nosing along the side of your face. “Doesn’t seem like much of a party when all I’m thinkin’ about is how fast I can get you outta this damn costume.”

Blood rushes to your cheeks, the warm puff of his breath over your skin makes your knees feel weak. You try to keep your cool, but it’s hard when he’s practically radiating heat and that intoxicating scent of leather and pine fills your senses. 

Before you can respond, a loud call of your name grabs your attention. 

"There you are!" Wade shouts from across the room, already making his way towards you.

All six foot two and half inches of him is wrapped in blue and white lace, paired with a matching hoop skirt that bounces with every step he takes. His shepherd's staff thuds against the floor when he comes to a stop in front of you. “Fashionably late, I see.”

“We’ve been here for thirty minutes,” you point out, brow cocked as you take in his costume. “Where’ve you been?”

“I’m the hostess with the mostest, honey bunny,” he says, throwing his arm out to gesture towards all the dressed up guests crammed into his living room. “Can’t spread myself too thin.”

He eyes Logan's wolf ears and fake tail, then turns back to you, wiggling his brows suggestively. 

"Kinky,” he comments, flicking the little gold bell hanging from the choker around your neck. “You two just couldn’t resist a little predator-prey roleplay, huh? Should I be worried about you getting all ‘Animal Planet’ on my couch?”

Logan’s grip on your waist tightens, his mouth brushing your ear as he mutters, “I’m gonna kill him before midnight.”

“Now, now, big bad wolf, no need to huff and puff and blow my skirt up. We’re all here to have a howl of a time!” Wade continues, undeterred. “Plus, if you behave, I might just let you keep your sheep when the night’s over.”

You can practically feel Logan’s eye twitch, but you snicker, leaning into him just a little more. “Play nice, Wade,” you say, trying to smother your laugh. “The wolf might eat you first.”

“Please,’ Wade snorts, twirling his shepherd's staff deftly in his hand. “If that’s on the table, I’ll lay out the fucking fine china.”

Logan lets out a huff of air, dropping his hold on you and brushing past Wade with a grunt. "I'm gettin' another beer."

“Try not to stab anyone!” Wade shouts after him, loud enough to be heard over the Monster Mash blaring from the speakers. “Al might blow the whole complex if any more blood gets on the linoleum!”

Logan throws a middle finger over his shoulder as he disappears into the kitchen. 

You watch him go, a grin plastered to your face at the way the tail swings with every step he takes. Something warm and fuzzy settles in your chest, blooming in the empty space of your ribcage.

You know Logan hates this–the people, the lights, the music, the costumes.

But he’s here anyway, for you.

Here wearing the stupid wolf costume you bought for him, surrounded by drunk people in inflatable dinosaur costumes and witches with dollar-store broomsticks. And despite all the grumbling, he hasn’t bolted for the door once.

All for you. And that makes your heart thump a little harder in your chest, your smirk softening into something sweeter.

"You’ve got him whipped," Wade deadpans, crossing his arms, the lace of his sleeves rustling as he does. “It’s really disgusting.”

You snort, shaking your head softly. "More like he's got a soft spot."

Wade eyes you skeptically. "Same thing, toots."

You hum noncommittally, turning back to him. “Cute outfit,” you comment, eyeing the white bonnet secured by a neat little bow under his chin.

“You like it?” Wade does a quick twirl, the blonde curls of his wig nearly slap you across the face as he does. “The guy at party city kept giving me weird looks, but I think he was just jealous of how well I fill in the blouse.”

You rake your gaze over him slowly, taking another slow sip from your cup. “The stockings are a nice touch, but don’t you think running around as Little Bo Peep will send some confusing messages.”

“Well, duh. That’s only the whole point, Sherlock.” Wade snorts, shaking his head like it’s obvious. “I’m way too emotionally invested in this relationship to not try and wiggle my way into throuple territory.”

You can’t help but laugh, rolling your eyes. “A throuple? Hate to break it to you, Peep, but Logan doesn’t really strike me as the sharing type.”

Wade leans in conspiratorially, cupping a hand around his mouth like he’s letting you in on a secret. “That’s why I’m playing the long game. Gotta wear him down with my irresistible charm, and when he finally snaps, I’ll swoop in with a bottle of Jack and a promise of no strings attached.”

You shake your head, chuckling into your drink. “You’ve got it all figured out, don't you?”

“Oh, honey,” Wade purrs, winking at you with a dramatic flutter of his lashes, “I've got a five-year plan.”

You roll your head to the side lazily, sheep ears swaying as you do. “I’ll give you points for persistence.”

"Damn straight," he says with a grin, straightening his bonnet proudly. “This level of commitment takes stamina. And by the way, I’ve got great stamina. My record is thirteen.”

You raise your brow, intrigued. “Thirteen what? Rounds? Hours?”

“Wouldn't you like to know,” he scoffs indignantly, rolling his eyes. “I’m more than just a pretty face in a killer dress, thank you very much.”

You groan, giving him a light push. "You’re impossible."

Wade grins, leaning closer to throw an arm around your shoulders. “I’m just pulling your tail, Wooly. You know I’d never come between you and your beefy boy toy. I mean, look at him. He’s practically pacing the kitchen like a caged animal just looking at you in your slutty nursery rhyme getup. How pathetic.”

You turn to steal a glance at Logan, who’s leaned against the counter scanning the room from behind his beer bottle. You feel a thrill at the idea that he’s watching over you like a hawk, making sure no one gets too close, slowly working himself up over the mere sight of you. 

But more than that, it’s the slight reluctant smirk tugging at his lips as he takes in the party. You can tell he’s managing to find some enjoyment in all this, even if he’d never admit it.

“Well,” Wade starts, dragging the word out slowly. “Since you’re all cozy over here with your alpha male, I’m gonna go find someone to share these…”

He holds up two shot glasses filled with some unidentifiable neon liquid, “…artisanal beverages with. Maybe that guy dressed like a merman. I’ve always wanted to see what's going on under those tails.”

You snort, raising your own cup to your lips. "You're awful."

“Only on the outside, sugar,” he says leaning down to kiss your cheek with a wet smack before flouncing away into the crowd, his skirt swishing as he goes. “Don’t fuck in my house without at least inviting me to watch!”

You laugh to yourself, watching as Wade fades into the crowd of gyrating bodies. You take another long sip, relishing in the familiar burn as it slips down your throat.

The laughter, the music, the chaotic energy of the party—it’s all intoxicating in its own right, but it’s nothing compared to the way Logan’s eyes are boring a hole through the back of your head.

You can feel his gaze like a tangible force, wrapping around you and drawing you in. Logan’s not just watching; he’s assessing, hungry for something that goes far beyond the Halloween festivities surrounding you.

The heat radiating from his gaze only intensifies your already buzzing anticipation, mixing dangerously with the two drinks swirling in your stomach, making you bolder.

You throw back the rest of your drink, setting the empty cup on the bar and making your way across the room. You weave through the crowd seamlessly, the music pulses around you, drowning out the laughter and chatter.

You feel a daring grin spread across your face as you saunter closer, reveling in the way Logan tracks your every move like a predator zeroing in on its prey. 

When you’re finally standing in front of him, you lean against the counter, giving him a good view of the way your corset dips lower. The fabric hugs you in all the right places, teasing him with glimpses of your skin beneath the delicate lace. 

"Looks like Little Bo Peep lost his sheep," he mutters, voice like gravel drenched in honey.

You smirk, tilting your head to the side innocently as you step around the counter. “Maybe I was already planning to run away, to go looking for a big bad wolf to play with.”

You slip two fingers through the belt loop at the front of his jeans, tugging him closer with a rough yank.

Logan’s goes willingly, taking a step closer. His breath hitches as he does, the hazel of his eyes darkening as you press your body against his, not letting an inch of space between you.

“You're really pushin it,” he warns lowly, hands finding your waist, fingers digging in hard enough to send a shiver cascading down your spine. "Makin’ me watch you run around in this fuckin’ thing.”

“Am I?” you reply coyly, fingers toying with the button of his jeans. “I’m just—” you start, but the words are swallowed by the thumping bass of the music as Logan’s lips crash against yours, silencing you with a hungry kiss.

His mouth moves against yours with a fervor that leaves you breathless, and you can’t help but melt into him, feeling the world around you fade away.

The taste of beer mingles with the vodka on your tongue as you sink into the kiss, his hands tightening around you as he pulls you even closer.

“You have no fuckin’ idea how hard it is keepin’ my hands to myself,” he murmurs against your lips, his breath hot and heavy. 

“Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea,” you tease, biting your lip as you pull back just enough to meet his gaze. You can see the fire smoldering in his eyes, the predatory glint that makes your stomach flutter with excitement. “But maybe you could show me just how hard it really is.”

Logan lets out a low growl, and before you can blink, he’s snatching your wrist up and dragging you through the kitchen. 

Laughter bubbles out from your chest as you trip over your own feet in an attempt to keep up with him. Adrenaline pulses through your veins, the warmth in your stomach dipping lower to leak sticky and wet between your thighs.

He’s not rushing, but there’s an undeniable urgency in his step, a raw need that makes your pulse race in sync with his heavy stride. Weaving you through the crowd and out into the hallway until the noise of the party gets lower and lower. 

You’re familiar enough with the layout of Wade’s place to know where Logan’s taking you, the bathroom.

The door is hardly shut before Logan’s spinning you around and crowding you against the sink. His lips are on you before you can even catch your breath, rough and possessive, as if he’s been starving for this all night. 

The kiss is rougher than before, dirty and all consuming as he claims your mouth. A mess of teeth and tongue and spit that sends your head spinning, body arching off the counter and into his instinctively. 

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he growls, trailing his lips down your neck, kissing and biting his way to your collarbone. “Drivin’ me so crazy, baby.”

You bite your lip, eyes fluttering shut for a moment as his calloused fingers trace over the swell of your breasts, kneading the soft flesh with a possessive grip that makes your breath hitch. 

Your arms circle his neck, dragging him down for more filthy kisses. The thick length of his cock pressing against your stomach insistently has you keening, a hard plane of scalding warmth even through the thick material of his jeans.

You let out a soft whimper as his fingers brush against your inner thigh, and he grins at your reaction.

He leans in, his breath hot against your ear. "Bet you’re already soaked for me, aren’t you?" His voice drops even lower, a filthy rasp that sends a jolt of heat straight to your core.

You don’t answer, can’t answer, because Logan’s already got his hand between your thighs, fingers teasing over the soft fabric of your bloomers.

His touch is feather-light, but it’s enough to have you gasping, head lolling back to expose even more of your neck to his fever hot lips.

He groans when he feels how soaked you are, his breath coming out in a rough exhale.

“Figures,” he grunts, his fingers pressing harder, rubbing slow circles over the slick fabric. “Could smell it on you from across the room. You’re fuckin’ drippin’ for me, baby.”

You whine, high in the back of your throat, chest heaving with every quick breath. Your legs spread, thighs widening like you can’t help it. His words send a wave of heat straight to your core, fanning the fire of need festering inside you. 

“Next year we’ll get you in a skirt,” he says, nipping at your bottom lip teasingly. His fingers slip under your bloomers, running through your slick folds teasingly. “Easy access.”

You let out a breathless moan, your hips bucking against his hand, begging for more.

“Logan,” you whimper, but he just smirks, applying more pressure with his palm as he leans in closer, his mouth hovering over your ear.

“You like that, don’t you?” Logan rasps, his voice thick with desire. Dark tone laced with satisfaction as he dips one finger inside you, making your breath catch in your throat. “Look at you, drippin’ down my hand. You want more, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you nod frantically, your breath coming in shallow pants as he continues working you with skilled, relentless touches.

Two thick fingers plunged in your aching pussy, his thumb rubbing over your swollen clit. "Please," you whimper, gripping the edge of the sink so tight your knuckles turn with it, needing more, needing him to ruin you. 

“Please what, honey?” he rasps, leaning in to press a sweet kiss to the corner of your mouth. “You gotta be more specific.”

You grind against his hand faster, desperate for any kind of relief from the unbearable heat building between your legs. “I need you,” you breathe out, your voice trembling. “Need you to fuck me.”

Logan’s response is immediate. A low growl tearing its way from his throat as he gives your bottoms a rough tug, letting them fall down the length of your legs to pool at your ankles.

He slips his fingers out of you, ignoring your displeased whine and spinning you around to face the mirror, hands gripping your hips as he roughly bends you over the sink.

You find his eyes in the reflection, and the hunger there makes your pulse quicken. His lips are swollen, red and slick just like your own. Hazel eyes blown out and stormy, as he meets your gaze.

The fake whiskers and nose you drew on him before the party using an old eyeliner pen are smudged across the lower half of his face along with the red remnants of your lipstick. You have matching black marks scuffed along your cheeks.

"You’re gonna watch while I fuck you," he growls, popping the button of his jeans and pulling them down just enough to free his cock. He strokes himself once, twice, before lining up behind you, dragging the blunt head along your soaked entrance. "Don’t take your eyes off the mirror, baby. I want you to see what you do to me, what I get to see every fuckin’ time."

You nod breathlessly, eyes locked on his in the mirror as he pushes into you with one hard thrust. You gasp at the stretch, head falling to your chin at the pleasant burn of his cock.

"Fuck," Logan groans, his eyes glued to your reflection as he bottoms out inside you, the sheer size of him making your body tremble.

"Tight little fuckin’ pussy," he mutters, his grip on your hips tightening as he starts to move, setting a brutal, unrelenting pace. "You were made for this, weren’t you? Made to take my cock."

You can’t stop the moans that fall from your slack lips, pathetic little uh uh uh sounds that get punched out of you with every sharp thrust of his hips.

“Take me so fuckin’ well,” he growls, one hand coming up to grip around your throat, tugging meanly at the bell of your choker that rings as he pounds into you, each thrust harder than the last. “Such a good little sheep, lettin’ your mean old wolf fuck you like this.”

 "Fuck," you moan, the sound broken and desperate as he drives deeper, the thick length of him hitting that spot that has your knees buckling beneath you. “God, Logan…”

“Look,” Logan commands softly, reverently. His lips brushing your shoulder with every word as he tilts your head back up to the mirror, making yourself watch as you take his cock. “Look at how fuckin’ pretty you are getting wrecked on my cock.”

Your reflection in the mirror is a mess—flushed cheeks, eyes glassy with lust, your lips parted in a constant stream of breathless moans. You feel embarrassment mixing with the arousal swirling through your stomach, thighs shaking wildly from the onslaught of pleasure.

The loud slap of skin on skin rings through the tiny bathroom, underscored by the wet gush of your pussy around him each time he buries himself in you.

If anyone were to walk by, they’d surely hear it. They’d know someone was getting fucked, really taking it. The thought alone has you tightening around Logan’s cock, velvety walls clenching around him desperately. 

Logan notices, because of course he does, clever eyes picking up on the way your own drift to the door, lingering.

He threads his fingers through your hair, meanly yanking your head back to the mirror, a feral grin stretching across his face as he watches the way you fall apart for him. 

“Want me to howl for you, baby?” he teases, breath hot against the shell of your ear. You can feel the way his lips curve into an evil grin at the pathetic whine that bursts from your lips, at the feel of your pussy drooling around him even more than before.  

“She likes that, huh?” he chuckles darkly, his thumb finds your throbbing clit, rubbing tight circles as his hips speed up impossibly faster. “Dirty fuckin’ girl, you want everyone to know how good I’m givin’ it to you?”

You whimper, overwhelmed by the raw intensity of his words and the rhythm of his thrusts. Your thighs are trembling, barely able to hold you up as Logan takes you apart, piece by piece, with every deep, punishing stroke.

"Answer me," he growls, voice dripping with dominance as his hips snap against you, the head of his cock slamming into that perfect spot inside you again and again. "You want everyone to hear what a dirty little slut you are for me, huh? You want them to know how much you love being fucked like this?"

“Yes,” you gasp, your voice shaky and breathless as pleasure floods your system. "Yes, Logan, fuck—ah! Just—just don’t stop."

Logan growls, low and feral deep in his chest. It shakes through your body, rattling your bones just as much as the heavy smack of his metal laced pelvis against the raw skin of your ass.

“Greedy fuckin’ pussy, I can feel the way she’s sucking me in, baby,” he grits out, hips stuttering slightly. “She want my come, darlin’?"

You’re a mess of gasps and whimpers, nodding frantically as his words push you closer to the edge. Throwing your hips back to meet his thrusts as the spring inside you coils tighter and tighter, a hair's breadth away from snapping.

"Yes, please, Logan," you moan, your fingers digging into the counter as you brace yourself for the relentless onslaught of his cock. "I want it, want you to come inside me." 

Logan’s hips stutter as he slams into you, his cock buried so deep inside you it feels like he’s splitting you in half. He’s close, his breath coming out in ragged pants as his hand tightens around your throat, fingers pressing against your pulse just hard enough to make you dizzy.

“You’re gonna come for me,” he growls, heavy balls slapping against your ass lewdly. “Gonna come all over my cock, aren’t you? And then I’m gonna fill you up. Gonna fuck my come so deep inside you, you’ll be beggin’ me to give you more.”

That’s all it takes for the coil in your belly to snap, pleasure surging through you in hot, uncontrollable waves. You cry out, your vision blurring as your body clenches around him, and Logan lets out a rough growl, driving into you harder, faster. 

He doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow, dragging out every last second of your orgasm until you’re shaking, your voice hoarse from how loud you’re moaning.

“Goddamn, baby,” he mutters, his voice thick with lust as he keeps fucking into your trembling body. “You’re squeezin’ me so fuckin’ tight—gonna come so deep in you.”

Your breath is coming in short, desperate gasps, your entire body still shaking from the aftershocks of your orgasm. But Logan isn’t finished. He used the fistful of your hair still trapped in his hand, tugging your head back to meet his wild gaze in the mirror. 

“Eyes on me,” he commands, his pace growing erratic. “You want me to fill you up? Want me to come in this tight little pussy?”

“Yes, Logan,” you manage to choke out, your voice barely a whisper. “Please—I need it.”

With a deep, broken groan of your name, Logan slams into you one last time, his hips stuttering as he spills inside you, hot and thick. His fingers tighten on your throat, and you moan at the feeling of his cock pulsing, filling you up to the brim. 

You can’t stop the whine that falls from your lips at the feel of his come spraying your insides, completely drenching you with it. So much that it just has to take.

A shudder runs through you at the idea, pussy clenching around his spent cock weakly.

Logan sighs contently, dropping his head to rest on your shoulder as he catches his breath, hands falling to your waist like it's the only anchor keeping him from floating away entirely.

For a moment, the only sounds in the room are your ragged breaths and the faint thump of the music outside bleeding through the walls.

Logan tips his head back up, meeting your hazy eyes in the fogged up glass of the mirror with a shit-eating grin. “Happy fuckin’ Halloween,” he says smugly, dropping a kiss to the sweaty skin of your shoulder. 

You huff, rolling your eyes with a reluctant fondness. The thought of walking back out there makes your stomach turn, nerves and arousal churning together at the chance that everyone knows what you two were doing after disappearing for so long.

You only hope the white fabric of your bloomers is good enough at hiding the come already leaking from your pussy.

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[1999hiru]

୨୧ cw. dacryphilia, strap use

⋆˙⟡ ellie williams has an obsession with the way you cry.

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the way your pretty eyes look up at her helplessly, tears streaming down your pink cheeks. she loves watching you squirm and whimper, the way you grip onto her tattooed arm in desperation. why would she stop when you look so good like this?

the sounds of your slick alongside your heavy breathing, her strap hitting that spot inside of you continuously. ellie shows no signs of stopping. you’re three orgasms deep, your abused sensitive hole dripping all over her strap, your sheets. your brain feels so foggy — and the only thing you can think about is the way she’s filling you up, your girlfriend’s grunts heard above you. “you look so beautiful, baby. cryin’ for me…” she’s completely fixated on the way you plea for her to go slower, to stop. you can’t stop crying, and ellie loves it. your eyes are so watery and looking at you makes her fuck into you even rougher, your fingernails digging into her skin. ellie promised you she was done an hour ago, but with the way her hips snap up into you makes you think you’ll be here for a while. she leans down to lick the mess you made on your face, the salty taste lingering on her tongue.

yeah, ellie is obsessed with the way you cry.

[averaillisa]

[zu-is-here]

A gift for @window-nv by your Secret Santa (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)☆

˚✧₊⁎Merry Christmas!⁎⁺˳✧༚

And a big thank you to @utsecretsanta for hosting the event ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

Nightmare by jokublog

Killer by rahafwabas / rahaf-wabas / rahofy-sketch

[mechanicalmutt]

Hearing someone beg and moan for me,, I think it's the prettiest sound I've ever heard. The way they whine, the desperation in their voice as they beg so pretty. The humiliation of making them beg for what they want.. please. I need more.

[jinkamuraisqueen]

tokyo debunker chibi

the ones you'll find when you open "characters" tab and see "training" and "team"! it depends on who you put in your homescreen! edited because i was wrong, thank you @/danieyells for correcting me<3

i'll post it in 3 parts (because of tumblr's pictures limit)♡

[dark-and-kawaii]

thoughts on Gale please! 🙏 im on my hands and knees!

─── 広がり Spread

─ Pairing: Gale Dekarios x F!Tav/Reader

─ Content: NSFW - Magic Bindings - Mage Hand - Finger Fucked - Cunnilingus

The man has your arms pinned above your head with such a simple spell, and you can feel how the mage hand squeezes ever so slightly with each heaving breath you take.

The wizard’s large hands spread your legs nice and wide, giving himself a beautiful view of that glistening pussy of yours~ Gale can’t help but to admire it. It’s so cute how you’re already a delicious mess for him, all from being pushed to the ground and restrained in his tent.

Caressing your soft thighs with a tender touch, he gives your plush thighs a squeeze before leaning down to press a kiss upon your wet slit, tasting your womanly juices that cling to your skin.

The way you tremble from such a simple act is enough to get the man rock hard, his cock bulging obscenely against the fabric of his pants.

As his hands move to grip your hips, he lifts your ass off the floor, his tongue licking at your sensitive clit, sucking the delicate bundle of nerves into his mouth, teasing it relentlessly until you moan like a wanton whore.

You squirm like a worm against the magical grip on your wrists, wanting desperately to run your fingers through the thick brown tresses that frame Gale's face.

Each stroke, each swirl and flick of his tongue has your walls spasming, your legs shaking and threatening to close around his head.

Whimpering like a bitch in heat, you try to tell him how you can’t take much more~ but you’re unable to finish your sentence as the tip of Gale's tongue moves to tease your entrance, lapping up every drop of nectar that slips out.

As his eyes look up at you, he notices how that white shirt of yours clings to your damp skin… revealing your hard nipples through the sheer fabric. He couldn’t deny that he has been dreaming of tasting them… And he wonders, as his tongue laps away at your womanly juices, how sweet would your motherly milk taste if he were to impregnate this tempting body?

With a subtle groan at the thought, Gale buries his face in the warmth of your cunt, his tongue exploring every inch of you as he devours your womanhood like a starved man.

The way your walls tighten and clench around his tongue feels unlike any other, not even Mystra could compare to how your velvety walls taste~ Gale can tell how close you are, and you look so fucking adorable right now. With the way your cheeks are flushed pink, and how you bite down on your bottom lip to keep yourself quiet~

He’s so mean though, and before your orgasm can hit, Gale nips at your pussy lips just as he pulls away… a string of slick connecting the tip of his tongue with your cunt.

You’re about to protest until he leans in to capture your lips in a passionate kiss, his mouth dominating yours, forcing you to taste your own arousal.

Drunk on his kiss you barely register how his finger swipes over your slit, coating his fingers in your wetness before slipping a single digit into your dripping hole.

He's slow at first, allowing your walls to adjust to the intrusion of his finger, but he soon adds a second digit, and he pokes a third just to tease. His thrusts are relentless, and the way he curls his fingers inside you just so, hitting that sweet spot deep inside your core- prepping you before stretching you- before ruining that sloppy hole of yours with his cock, makes you see stars.

[starlighttaylorsversion]

[dollyfetti]

irregular nicknames bkg would call u ^^ peach - when he's feeling sweet nd soft sweets - when ur crying and he wants u to feel better hot stuff - when ur lookin sexyyy! fuckin goober - LMAO little lady - when hes feeling flirty doll - cuz yes!! shrimpy - when ur shy/nervous sleeping beauty - self explanatory but not in a sweet way, more like a "okay sleeping beauty, get yer ass up."

[bruisedlittleangel]

[lovedrunked]

open to: f/nb muse: jackson king, investment analyst / corporate employee, 24-28 years old. plot: your muse and jackson had a brief fling, which your muse denies / tries to downplay much to jackson's dismay. your muse can be his boss, colleague, best friend's sister, other connections that you think may fit.

"you're a horrible liar," jackson leaned in, crossing his arms as he studied her closely, a smirk playing on his lips. "you��re telling me nothing happened that night? nothing at all?", his eyes sparkling with mischief. "because i’m pretty sure i remember things a little differently."

[ni-kol-koru]

quick sketch of fem midotaka for pocky day ♡

[xxgoldie]

MY LOVELYYYY!!!! CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!! 100 FOLLOWERS?? im so proud of you!!! gosh 🥹🥹

may i request mammon with S??? i know hes one to show off his most coveted and prized possessions :3

HERES TO MANY MORE FOLLOWERS MY DEAR!!!! 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷 kisses 4 my goldie 🥹

THANK U LOVEY !!!! and thank you for the excuse to talk about mammon hehehe I love him your honour

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S: Show-off - do they like to show off to their s/o?

Mammon is a show-off to his Core. He tries to act subtle about it, like he's just naturally so cool and he doesn't even need to try, of course you're smitten! But not-so-secretly, he lives off of your praise, he basically glows at every compliment, even if it's given through giggles at his antics. He'd definitely challenge his brothers and random demons to arm wrestles when you're around, especially if you've shown attraction to his strength/arms (n how could u not). If he loses (which he does sometimes, its becoming his mission to beat Beel), pls comfort him n tell him that naturally he must have let them win, the Great Mammon isn't just strong but also benevolent (n u got a nice look at his arms either way), it'll cheer him right up. In the end, what he really craves is reassurance and your eyes on him.

He'll also show you off constantly. He will always refer to you as his human + he loves public dates and PDA so he can brag to the whole Devildom how amazing you are and that you're His. He'll deny it if anyone brings it up, but if you listen to his flustered grumbling, he definitely said something about how it's normal to want to flaunt his treasure. Also, it comes with the territory of dating the Avatar of Greed, but he loves making sure everyone knows you're spoken for. He is the second born, you could count on one hand the amount of demons for whom it wouldn't be a death wish to mess with something he cares about, but he likes seeing when they wish they could. Its very much a "you can look, but don't even try to get close" dynamic.

(side note, he gets so flustered and sappy when you're the one showing him off. but I fear I am rambling already)