#i need to hold them both so so so fucking close and kiss them and tell them every little thing i love abt them

[jobean12-blog]

Ravish

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 781

Summary: You love being part of Bucky's undercover jobs.

Author's Note: There's no real plot here. Bucky's being a ninja, you're with him because he always wants you by his side, even while he works, and he can't resist some alone time. The new pics are just too good and he's so yummy and we all know I love bow ties so here it is. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy!🥰

Warnings: softness and sexiness, semi-public sex, oral (f rec), fingering, Bucky in a bow tie...

“You’re supposed to be working,” you whisper as he takes one step closer and meets you halfway, sliding both his hands along your neck to gently grasp your face.

“And you’re getting way too much attention. I don’t like it,” he murmurs against your lips before he kisses you.

He walks you backward until you hit the wall, his lips and tongue all over your skin. With a pull at your dress, he parts the fabric along the thigh high slit and with one single determined tug he rids you of your panties.

“Bucky,” you gasp as your head rolls against the wall.

His fingers are soft as they wander over every inch of your skin and the more of you he uncovers the more he makes you feel like you’re something to reveal, something to revel in.

Darkened blue eyes rake across your skin and you can see his impatience. You grab the sides of his bow tie and give it a harsh pull to loosen it then begin working on the buttons of his shirt.

His suit jacket is still draped over his shoulders, but your hands slip inside his shirt to feel the warm and hard planes of his chest. He gives up on undressing any further and kneels on the floor between your thighs, spreading you open, and delicately dancing his metal fingers along your skin.

He works his way higher and buries his face in the apex of your thighs with a long, slow lick. The sounds that fall from your parted lips make him grow wilder and your legs spread as wide as they can in your dress.

His hands stay firmly planted on your inner thighs to keep your legs open, his sounds pressed against you. Your hips rock into his face and you thread your fingers through his long hair.

“Oh God, Bucky.”

He groans, his mouth eager, and his eyes trained up on your face.

You feel the build, feel it spread out and race through your body before you’re gasping and senseless, offering no coherent words, just soft sounds of bliss.

With effort he stands, his lips and chin glistening under the sliver of light coming from the party just outside the hallway.

You lean forward and grab his jacket, dragging his mouth to yours and tasting yourself.

He pulls your bottom lip between his teeth with moan, then whispers desperately, “already so close doll.”

A warning. One you can feel in the erratic thrust of his hips and the tense swelling of his cock along your stomach.

He manages to get his pants down, the material bunching at his ankles as he grabs your thigh and wraps it around his waist. Even in his desperation he fills you slowly, watching every inch of his cock disappear inside you.

“Fuck doll. Fuck.”

His eyes squeeze shut, and he pushes deep, lifting your leg even higher. His mouth crashes down to yours, his thrusts hard and fast until he’s holding steady and coming inside you with a low, strangled groan.

He stays still and gently kisses your lips, your cheeks, and follows the path with a soft brush of his thumb.

You sag into his arms, clinging to his broad shoulders until you can catch your breath.

His fingers trace the curve of your bare shoulder, goosebumps erupting in their wake, before he grazes them down your arm and across your stomach.

Parted lips hover just above yours and his gaze is steady when he dips his cool fingers between your legs and lightly sweeps them across your sensitive and wet skin.

Your body trembles and you moan out his name.

“One more time doll. I need to hear you one more time.”

You offer him everything, arching into his hand and releasing all of your sounds into his mouth.

As you quiet and his movements slow, his kiss is soft, just the gentle slide of his lips over yours.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispers.

You lean into his neck and kiss him there, lingering and tasting his skin.

He reluctantly releases you and carefully fixes your dress before doing the same to his clothing. You reach for his bow tie and start to redo it then run your fingers through his hair.

“There, you look presentable again.”

He gives you a boyish smirk and a wink before his expression turns serious again.

“I don’t want you out of my sight for the rest of the night,” he warns.

“Of course, Sergeant,” you reply.

He growls out your name and kisses you hard and fast, taking your hand in his before walking you back to the party.

[acid-ixx]

to you, my greatest passion (soft yandere! batfam x traumatized! reader oneshot)

reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.

tw: allusions to stockholm syndrome, flawed relationship (they have no concept of boundaries) and mild descriptions of injuries and torture (not by the batfam). read until the end for an author's note. happy 4k followers to me :)) uh leave comments if u like this type of analysis and want to see more. i had no direction for writing this. please don't let this flop huhu i might delete this since i don't like it

as much as i love my angst, we all need something soft at times, and moments with yan!batfam with a reader who is absolutely fucking broken from their past that the mere implication that someone could love them is enough to let them melt into whoever's chest they lay upon that night.

just, hurt/comfort. one that heals the soul in its overly possessive embrace. the same way chapped lips peck softly on your cheeks, muscled arms caress your fragile, shivering body, and legs tangle upon yours in a cacophony of warm, cozy blankets.

where as the longer time passes in the manor, the more you learn to love. to let go of the painful memories your tormenters left you. to allow past scars to heal into a mere visage of what once was streaks coated in blood. your family acts as your new abductors, yes, but how could you hold your freedom against them when it is them that comfort you from drowning through the deepest depths of your nightmares?

nightmares of the past, of the knives that break through your already gashed skin, or the ropes that burn through bruises and laceration— every time you wake up crying, with tears running down your cheeks and a pained cry; a recollection of the torture you were subject to, it is them that come running to your room not a moment after.

it's bruce's tall, domineering form that crumbles into soft, snug pillows for you. your father arms that punches criminals into prison become the shoulder you lean on. calloused fingers rub your cheeks, wiping away your tears, holding your face in his palms like you're the most fragile thing on earth— and you are. every time he looks at your dampened eyes and sniffling nose, he gets reminded of how lonely he was as a child, who lost his parent too young to the cruelty of the world, of gotham and her unyielding coldness. and when he reminisces, he begins to cage you in his arms a tad bit tighter, begins to comfort you longer and softer than he has ever done with anyone else, as if he is reassuring himself. it is with you that his vulnerability, that fear of loss becomes all too stronger. and every time you cry a bit longer, your hold on his sleeves becoming unyielding, does bruce become crueler in his pursuit of fighting crime, a lesson to himself that the people he punishes are those with hands capable enough to harm you, his precious, his pearl that glints throughout the moonlight.

whenever your father is unavailable, it's dick who runs to you, with all the intention to provide you comfort. it's him who calls you his baby bird, as he reassures you that you're no burden in his eyes every time you scream in terror as your sleep. it's him who loves to drown you in his affection, always near, always close, never far and never too much. physically, he's the most doting to a fault. tender, yet tight were his hugs. his kisses to your cheeks and your forehead always linger, as if hesitant to release itself from its rightful place. it's a testiment to how much he loves you, how he's incapable of separating himself from you. god, he loves you so much he wishes he'd just melt right into your skin, so that you actually finally realize how you're the most important thing in the world to him. you, his baby bird. if he had met you sooner, quite earlier, right after his parent's have died, then maybe he could've managed his anger better, could've learned to cope with you through the battles you both fought. it's with you that dick feel unbearably euphoric, ready to spill his love to the point where tears consume his eyes and his head laid on your chest refuses to detach itself.

jason isn't familiar with what warmth feels like, not anymore. but when he sees your hapless state, he sees a reflection of himself in that abandoned warehouse. broken, defiled, hurt. with nothing to comfort you from the cold other than the ropes that burn through your skin and the adrenaline that runs through your veins. he forgots what solace feels like, what it means, but through your shared trauma does jason learn. he learns to talk to you, with you, learns to pinpoint each and every emotion he felt at the time, what you felt inside that putrid basement. he learns to manage his grief because he doesn't want to anger himself looking at you, at just how much justice can only serve so many. the longer you talk to jason, the more he becomes softer, yet hungrier. he learns how to hold you in a way a brother learns to hold his baby sibling for the first time when conceived. he relearns the warmth he felt, like when he was finally able to be good enough to be the successor to the title of robin, when he felt you drool on his chest when you trusted him enough to sleep in his room. yet this time that feeling was accompanied with that ominous, distracting essence. one that makes jason's knuckles crack and have him prepare his guns, as he discovers that you can never truly erase the past. and even though it might take years for him to be your ideal brother, he could at least be your sole protector.

then there's tim, who never truly had the opportunity to develop that deeper sense of love he wanted to feel until he was officially adopted into the wayne family right after his parents' death. don't get him wrong, he loves his mom and dad, and so does he loves his current family— but it's obsession that drives him nonetheless. the need to prove himself, to gather information about everyone to know who they truly are; beyond that there's nothing more than shallowness, a neverending hole he can't satisfy. but with you? oh god, you. to tim, you're his everything. you devour his being whole. with you, there's always something new. the need to track every single thing about you leads him into this cycle of want and need that coagulates into desire, into drive. every time you smile, or laugh, or frown, he gains newer intel about you, one he loops into the deepest crevices of his brain at a constant, you are his constant. but staying right behind you can only do so much. and as he sits right beside you in bed, awkwardly comforting you through the ways he mirrored off from his brothers: a sloppy kiss to your knuckles, a joke cracked here and there, and wiping your eyes and nose with his sleeves; tim learns that stalking can only do so much. he learns what it feels like to be needed for emotional connection and nothing else and that only further motivates him to be perfect for you, and to be with you, his sibling, more often than to simply live right under your nose.

and damian, your baby brother, who's unsurprisingly the one who sleeps in your room, or has you sleep in his room, the most. damian tells himself he's incapable of love, of showing it or reciprocating it. but for you, he tries, and like jason, he learns. he discovers just how depraved both of you are when it comes to love. it enlightens you both and it makes damian feel a deeper sense of connection with you than anyone else. with you, he feels like a child: vulnerable, yet uncaring and free, like the true meaning of being a robin, one the soars through the skies with no grandfather or mother or league to watch your every step as their successor. all the times you cry, he silently sobs with you, holding your cheeks down to his level with scarred palms. silent, yet comforting, he'd allow his smaller form to simply become your teddy bear whilst he whispers consolations. about how strong his older sibling is, how precious you are for being comfortable with him to speak of your problems, how you're everything to damian just as he wishes to be the world for you. it makes you think you're more immature that him, it makes him grateful that he has you. even though he doesn't say it, he shows through actions just how truly important you are whenever he draws a sword towards his enemies, thinking about you and his unsaid promises.

nights where you're reminded of that solitary confinement, of the darkness that creeps into your vision and the voices that pierce through your ears. nights where you feel you've exhausted yourself of hope, where what was once warmth that hugs your heart is now that frigid, yet burning spikes that penetrates into the confidence that you'll somehow, someday, run away from that hellhole— those were nights you thought you'd never live with proper sleep. but as one or two of them holds you in their embrace whenever your nightmares consume your being, you're slowly allowing your established walls to fall apart, all for the mere implication of their love.

who would save you, if not for them? their hushed whispers of consolation, hands that wrap around your figure, and fingers that knead your cheeks provide you that deep sated comfort you always wanted. the sleeves they use to wipe away both saltine liquid and snot, to slowly silence your blubbering rambles, your inconsolable crying; it's warmer than the basement you used to be locked in as a child, with dripping faucets the only source of your water— they saved you once before, who's to say they won't save you a thousand times more?

every time you feel like crying, every time that familiar faulty tap in your eyes begins to dampen against ashen skin, it's them that asks you if you're alright. even if you grit your teeth, even if you seeth or bite or beat or punch or kick, to punish yourself, to cope through the trauma, to not feel nothing.

every time pain begins to sear through your skin, it's your grandfather, father, brothers and sisters that huddle around you and tell you 'you're safe here, in the manor, with us'.

every time they spend hours, ditching patrol nights, cooking your comfort food, reading your favorite books, watching movies for hours, ignoring your assigned sleep schedule, kissing your scarred hands gently, reverently, cuddling your form against their strong ones as a silent promise that with them, there's nothing to harm you no more— you'd feel lighter every time, a tad happier, even. slowly, but surely, melting against the confines of your adorned cage and the embrace of your loving captors.

every time they help you heal, it makes you forgive, and it makes you forget their prior kidnapping in return of building new memories with them, in a safer haven, with nobody to hurt you any longer, with nobody to bash your head against concrete walls, to punish you. you who is underserving of the circumstances bought upon you back then.

safe, a word you thought you'll never feel, a word you didn't even know existed in the crevices of your heart. but it is with them that you slowly start to associate safe with family.

the family that you've come to love and cherish in your own imperfect ways, the same way a stray dog becomes too loyal to a passerby when given bones for leftovers every day.

but you're not an animal, and you're not a pavlovian dog meant to be conditioned. no, you're their baby, their love, their treasure and their only one. the love they feed you exceeds beyond leftovers. only you can devour them wholly, the same way they cloak your world in the love that fills that neverending pit in your heart.

you're not biologically related to any of them in any way, too. yet it was all a matter of coincidence that they stumbled upon you.

but really, past is past.

then is then.

now it's just you and them.

it's you, with them.

just your family. overbearing, overprotective, overpowering.

but nothing is always over to you. their love isn't too much. how could you tell yourself it's too much? not when you were never given a basis of what is too much. how is one too much when you were never even given enough?

trust is built upon a foundation of connecting with others who can relate with you one way or another, who can see past through your flaws and mistakes— it's a bond that precedes mere acquaintanceship.

you might've met them later than everyone else, but it's you that completes them.

you're the puzzle that completes the family photographs, the goal for bruce to continue his legacy as batman and to ward off all evil, the inspiration for dick to be that aspiring hero everyone sees him to be, the reason jason begins to reform himself for your sake, the purpose for tim's endless pursuit of knowledge, the muse for damian's painting, the subject for his love he thought was no more, the ambition for steph's prolongation despite her countless of failures, the motivation for barbara to seek out all the criminals who have harmed you, the influence for cass to be stronger to protect you, the catalyst for duke to use his metahuman abilities for good, to take out those who walk in broad daylight, as if they weren't involved in your past tortures.

you're everything that they are.

their sunshine and moonlight, their companionship and loneliness, their pain and pleasure, their yin and yan.

their greatest passion.

a/n: hii guys erm. this is so sudden and also counts as a rant but yk... i feel like quitting this blog but at the same time not. it's just, i feel like writing has been more of an obligation than anything else. it doesn't help the fact that i've only been getting interaction if i were to actually produce something good. beyond that, it feels like people are expecting more of me. i get it, updates are sporadic, they appear in the blink of an eye when you least expect it, but at the same time it's just hard juggling what i want to write and what i feel like i need to write. this blog was primarily to post about my thoughts and to talk to people but lately, every time i open this app to write, i feel these plethora of thoughts and expectations telling me that if i don't do well enough then people would merely ignore whatever i post or it's just bad by standards. and yes i'm grateful for all the people supporting my writing, but at the same time i'm lead to a cycle of me losing my motivation to continue writing. ugh idk what im doing anymore help :((

tl;dr: will i stop writing? no, but at the same time i don't know. someday, i may deactivate this account out of impulse if i feel too much, or not. it depends hehe.

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We Can Be Louder

Summary: When staying in a hotel, a couple next door is a little too loud— but you and Nanami can be louder.

Characters: Nanami Kento x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: hotel smut, unprotected sex, loud, vocal, moans, dirty talk, p in v, creampie, language

Word Count: 1.9K

A/N: I have a mighty need to grope Nanami’s butt rawr! 💚💚💚

“Ooooooh God,” a high pitched voice rang from the hotel room right next to you. “Oh God, baby fuck.” Your eyes widened as you turned your head to look back at the wall behind you. The sound of their bed slamming against the wall was almost deafening and powerful enough to cause your own bed to shake.

The sound of their phony moans made your nose turn up in sympathy for the girl and embarrassment from how loud they were. Nanami sat beside you in bed, placing his book down as the moans grew louder. From the whimpers and grunts, you had an inkling that this was not going to last long for them. Your best guess was that it was a young college couple; maybe it was their first time, or they weren't as experienced. Your hypothesis was all focused on the girl who was practically moaning like a porn star. It's wholly fake and unnatural.

“She’s faking it,” You announced to Kento as you took a sip of your wine, “and the poor guy has no idea that she is.” Nanami chuckled, furrowing his eyebrows as he placed his bookmark in place, turning to watch you closely. “I bet you twenty bucks he doesn't last longer than five minutes.”

“Oh, Love,” Nanami chuckled deeply, the sound igniting a fire inside you. “It's going to end way faster than that.”

“Oooh, my goodness, Ken, what makes you say that?”

“Nngh!” the stranger next door shouted as the bed started creaking again. “D-Don’t squeeze so t-tight!”

The corner of Nanami’s mouth twitched as he fought against a grin. “That right there speaks volumes.”

You found yourself unable to focus on your book, more intrigued by the young couple next door. You kept stealing glances at the wall, listening in on their not-so-quiet conversation. The girl kept screaming, ‘Oh my God, ’ while her companion kept asking questions like, ‘Oh yeah?’ and ‘You like that baby?’ It was quite entertaining. They both were inexperienced, unsure of what to say in bed, only having porn or books to use as a reference as to what sex would be like. They were mixing fiction into reality.

The bed pounding got faster and louder. “Oh,” you laughed, “he’s gonna finish soon.” Nanami laughed as you fist pumped in the air to the sound of the bed frame being slammed into the wall.

“I’m gonna-” the young man shouted, “I’m gonna blow my load!” You choked on your wine at his declaration, the alcohol coming out of your nose. “Oooooooh fuck!!!” You covered your mouth, coughing roughly as the man moaned loudly. It wasn’t short after that the girl gave a very poor performance of her own orgasm. Apparently, she didn’t want him to feel bad that she hadn’t finished with him. The moans that had barely started died down, leaving you and Nanami staring at the wall with sympathy. Glancing down at your watch, you grinned, holding it out for Nanami to see. “Five minutes on the spot.”

He shook his head, laughing slightly, “Pretty good for a first time; I can’t tell you how long I lasted my first time.” He grabbed his glass of wine and drank before running his tongue over his lips. “I’m relatively certain the girl I was with just laid there awkwardly.”

“Yeah,” you turned on your side, looking up at him, “my first time was at this guy's house. I was so excited to do it finally.” You held your fist, putting a single finger up as you spoke. “There was hardly any kissing, we undressed ourselves, no foreplay, he got on top, and it was over in literally one minute.”

“This is the part where you tell me you’re kidding me, right?”

“Nope, one minute was all I got. Hell, I didn’t have my first real orgasm until I was twenty-two.”

“Well, that’s unfair,” he put his book down on the nightstand. “what do you say we make up for that first time?” You giggled, grinning ear to ear as Nanami undid the buttons on his shirt. “I’ll make sure to give you the best orgasm you’ve ever had. Make up for the ones you’ve had to fake all those years ago.”

You lay flat on your back as Nanami removed his shirt, dropping it to the ground. Slowly, he crawled on top of you, looking at you as if you were his prey. There was a dark and needy gleam in his eyes that caused your breath to catch in your throat. You knew right there that it would be a long, sweaty night with him. He began running his long fingers underneath your nightgown. He slowly pushed the silky fabric up, bunching it at your hips. His lips slowly pressed kisses along the inside of your thighs as you ran your finger through his hair, tugging it softly.

A growl that was full of desire escaped his lips as he tugged the nightgown off all the way, throwing it across the room. Before you knew it, he was pulling his pajama pants off, exposing his hardened erection. Licking your lips, you spread your legs open, giving him a better view of your body that he loved. His eyes wandered down, taking you all in, inch by inch, before he grabbed both your legs, putting them over his shoulders. Your mouth suddenly went dry as the head of his cock brushed against your opening.

“God, you’re soaking wet.” He whispered, rocking his hips slowly, the swollen head of his throbbing cock brushed gently against your clit. “I need you. I need to make up for the first time.” Rolling your eyes, you rocked back against him, moaning at the pleasurable sensations rushing through your pussy.

“Nanami, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, so yes, every time we have sex, it’s better than my first time.” You dangled your feet over his shoulders, the head of his cock pressed firmly against your opening. “So what do you say? You stop teasing me and fuck me already. Let’s show these college kids how it’s done.”

He chuckled before kissing you deeply and pressing his forehead against yours. “You don’t have to tell me twice.” Slowly he pushed into you, his cock slipping past your slick folds, stretching your walls. The sensation left you moaning loudly as you gripped the sheets underneath you. You squeezed around his cock, taking all of him inside of you as he pressed against your cervix. “Fuck Love,” he groaned, nipping at your lip, “no matter how many times we do this, I’ll never get over how good you feel.” As soon as he was entirely inside of you, his body relaxed. The two of you relished in the feeling of each other's skin.

His hands traced over your body, his hands groping your breasts before sliding down and running down the curves of your body. You mirrored his actions, trailing your hands down his bare and muscular back. Your nails grazed him softly before meeting the fat of his ass. It was at this moment that he pulled out of you, looking into your eyes before he plunged back into you. You cried out, your head falling against the pillows, and your lips parted. His thrusts left your eyes watering at the intense sensation. Nanami hissed, repeating the action several times, each thrust harder than the previous one. The intensity of the rhythm had sweat beading against his neck and over his chest as sweat ran down your own collarbone, trailing over the swells of your breasts.

Your hands grope his ass, allowing you to feel it flex with each thrust in and out of your tight wet pussy. With each push of his hips, the bed slams into the wall behind you. With each thrust that was angeled right against your g-spot, you screamed. As your screams increased in volume, Kento slammed his lips against yours as you cried out in pleasure, shouting his name to the heavens. You wanted everyone in the hotel to know who was fucking you this good. Who was exploring and ravishing your body, treating you like a goddess. When you were with Nanami, it was like experiencing heaven on earth. It was so surreal and so perfect.

The bed slammed harder into the wall as Nanami’s grunts and growls of pleasure grew louder. Your name was like a curse on his lips; it came out like a hiss, a groan, and a gasp. His name escaped your lips like a prayer as you begged him to make you feel good.

“Nanami! Oh fuck Kento!” He stared down at you, smirking at your moans. “Fuck me, baby! Fuck me harder!” He captured your lips against his, his hips hauling harder as he lifted one of your legs in the air. “Oh my God!” you cried out, your eyes rolling back as his cock slammed into your cervix.

“You like that, Love? You like my cock buried deep inside of you?”

‘Y-Yes Ken!” You cried out, digging your fingers into the skin of his arms, “I love it! I love it when you fuck me!”

“That’s my girl,” you clenched harder around him. “Oh darling, are you going to cum already? Cum all over my thick hard cock?” The pleasure inside began to tighten along with the coil in your lower abdomen. Nanami reached down, rubbing your clit as he continued to thrust. Your inner walls throbbed around him as the tightening coil within you threatened to snap at any given second. “Don’t hold back, cum for me, Love, cum for me.” Another brush against your clit had the coil in your abdomen snapped, sending you over the edge.

“Kento!!” You screamed, your walls clenching down around his cock. They fluttered as the immense pleasure rushed through you. Causing your body to wither and jerk underneath him, nails digging into his skin as you came. “Oh my God!”

“Love, fuck nngh!!” He grunted, hips stilling as he came deep within you. You shuddered, mouth falling agape as you felt hot spurts of cum coat your walls. “Oh fuck!” Kento let your leg go before he collapsed on top of you. His chest heaved as he pressed kisses along your shoulder before burying his face against your skin, remaining there.

As he lay on top of you, mumbling how much he loved you, you couldn’t help but smile. Glancing down at your left ring finger, you giggled happily. The ring glimmered in the low lights of the hotel suite. Only two days into your honeymoon, it has been amazing so far. It was a reminder that this was how the rest of your life would be. You and Nanami in bed together, going on trips, loving your loves to the fullest.

“Say, Mrs. Nanami?” Nanami grumbled, lifting his head to look at you. You pushed some hair out of his face, pressing your lips together.

“Yes, Mr. Nanami?”

“Let’s put our books away for the rest of tonight; I would much rather spend the night here inside of you.” He trailed his calloused fingers over your sensitive skin. His request fluttered your heart as you kissed his forehead, nodding in response to his question. “Good, let’s see how long it’ll take for the couple next door to regret getting the room next to the honeymoon suite~.”

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𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐔𝐏 ( 이희승 )

pairing : lee heeseung x fem!reader genre : drabble, [ MDNI 18+ ] smut warnings : oral ( fem rec ), petnames, language, overstimulation, slight fingering word count : 1.1k authors note : crazy for him… he’s just sooo

“hee,” you breathed out, threading your fingers through his hair, “hold on.” 

the way he dragged his lips along your collarbone and down to the hem of your shirt was making your brain short circuit. he wasn’t usually the one to initiate sex out of nowhere—because, out of you both, he knew how to hide his desires better than you did. however, almost ten minutes ago he’d gotten home from a company dinner where he happened to have a drink or two, leaving him slightly tipsy; it wasn’t nearly enough to impair his ability to think clearly. no, actually he’d never been clearer about what he wanted… 

you. under him. head between your legs. 

he had pleaded, compromising for the position. initially he wanted you to sit on his face, however you thought he might die in his current state. not that he seemed to mind much. he’d happily die if it meant you on his tongue. 

“baby,” you tugged just a little harder, getting him to lift his head with a groan. his eyes met yours, blown out and half-lidded. you knew you were fucked from the moment you met him, always giving him what he wanted if he so much as looked at you a certain way. 

his voice was barely over a whisper, peppering less intense kisses between words, “what’s wrong, angel?” 

truthfully, nothing. but you thought you needed him to hurry up before you lost your mind entirely. he’d taken his god forsaken time running his hands down, around and over your body before he even pressed his lips to your skin. you thought he was needy, but maybe he was just up to his same old shit, getting you frustrated and pliable enough to beg. 

and you would, you both knew that. 

“can you…” you couldn't even finish the sentence, heeseung pushing your shirt up entirely and attaching his mouth to your naval. you whimpered, feeling a smirk form against your skin. he watched as you threw your head back into the pillow, letting out a breath-filled moan. he loved you so embarrassingly much, he swore he’d never seen something prettier than you. nonetheless, you were just as deep in love… in reality, how could you not be? 

he laughed slightly, gripping your hips and dragging you down towards him. “can i, what?” he asked. except he knew you wouldn’t be able to answer with him sucking marks into your hips; just twist and turn. 

your whimpers and moans were only fuel to his flame, splaying his hands over your body to get you to stop moving too much. 

“c-can—you, fuck, hurry up?” 

his eyebrows rose in amusement, though you wouldn’t notice through closed eyes and a displayed neck. 

he thought your attempt to get what you want was admirable, and if he was completely sober—hiding his hips grinding against the sheets—then he’d make you clarify. but he was just as far gone, and borderline, needed it worse than you. 

he gave you one last kiss on the middle of your stomach before hooking his fingers in the waistband of your sweats. he dragged down both fabrics from your body, exposing your lower half fully to him. 

he fought back a groan that crept up his throat. “you’re so wet, my love.” your fingers curled into his hair tighter, and he couldn’t hold back the noise anymore. it hit your ears, but you played it off like you hadn’t noticed. though, he probably wouldn’t stop even if you made fun of him for being so down bad for pussy—at least he was getting some whenever he wanted, he’d think, in comparison to his single best friends. “is it for me?” 

“yes, heeseung! all for you baby.” you didn’t mean for it to border a shout, however you were beyond impatient at this point in time. “now, please wou—“ 

he cut you off by wrapping your thighs around his head, using his hands to keep them on his shoulders, and diving him. 

he dragged his tongue through your folds, (literally) testing the waters. you tried to follow with your hips, but every time he’d lightly smack your skin in response. until you got the hint. 

“hee, please.” and he smiled, knowing that he was finally getting what he wanted. “i need more, please, need it—you—so bad.” 

that was his cue, his undoing, and he sucked your clit into his mouth. he savored your taste, and basked in the sounds you made. he couldn’t help the grunts that left his throat every time you’d pull on his hair just right. he liked it. 

he liked it all. 

the way you kept saying his name. the way your legs got tighter as you kept him buried. the way you looked so ethereal just using him to your pleasure, rolling your hips so desperately. this is what he wanted, the exact vision he had in his mind almost twenty minutes ago. you needed it… but he needed it more. 

you grabbed at his hand on your leg, with the one not threaded through his dark locks, until he slotted his fingers between yours. you squeezed as an attempt to ground yourself from the sky-soaring pleasure. 

“s-shit,” you stuttered, “baby, i-i’m close,” 

he hummed, the vibrations only adding pleasure, and readjusted his body to be closer. if you weren’t so close to toppling over the edge, you might’ve laughed. 

he didn’t let up, in fact he got—somehow—better; alternating between kissing, sucking and licking. he knew you and your body too damn well, you thought. if you weren’t designed for him, you don’t know who would be.

“gonna cum,” you blurted, body tension under his grip, “hee—fuck!” 

however, when he would normally stop and fuck you, he didn’t. he kept his mouth firmly planted on your heat, savoring every last drop you had to offer… and then some. he just couldn’t will himself to pull away. not even when you pulled almost hard enough to take some locks with you. 

he listened to your pants and whines, but it was distant and cloudy. and when he broke away from your clenched hand to ghost two fingers at your entrance, you almost screamed. 

“no—“ you opted for pushing, but your boyfriend wouldn’t budge, “n-no more,” 

the overstimulation was painfully blissful. you both knew you liked it, after all you had an agreed on safe word that you hadn’t used. he could at least hear as much as that. but it didn’t even cross your mind. not even when he pushed in, scissoring and dragging his digits at a rapid pace. 

“fuck,” it’s like he came up for air—but not very far—his face glossed over. “you’re so beautiful, baby. give me another, please. i need it.” who were you to deny when it felt as good as it did? 

in reality, you had a feeling this was only the start of your night with him. 

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No More Teasing

summary: not an ounce of plot. just nasty needy smut.

word count: 1.3k

read time: 6 min

content warning ⚠️: fem!reader, dom!harry, fingering, cunnilingus, mentions of edging, teasing, lots of praise kink, needy reader & harry, unprotected sex, p in v sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation (if you squint), sub space (if you squint), pet names (baby, good girl), cream pie.

a/n: by far he hottest thing i've written thus far. god bless.

Harry’s been teasing you all night. First he used his fingers, teasing you to the edge, with a hooked finger stroking your g-spot, before withdrawing, having you lick it clean. He did that three times. Three. Each time adding a new digit into the mix, all while his thumb twirled over your clit. 

Now, you're a mumbling, sweaty mess. On your back in your shared bed, legs spread, writhing around in your sheets, pressing Harry’s face further into your pussy.  He pulls away slightly for only a second, so he can insert a second finger into your leaking pussy. He hooks both fingers up, and begins slowly working them in, stroking your g-spot as he sucks on your clit, his tongue rolling over the bundle of nerves. 

“Fuck. Don’t stop - please. Don’t -” 

He comes to a halt. Pulling his fingers from you teasingly. You groan, covering your face with your hands in frustration. 

“I know, I know. You were so close.”  He chuckles, pulling his lips away from your swollen ones. He kisses his way up your body slowly, before settling comfortably on top of you allowing you to enjoy the weight of him on top of you. “I’m sorry.” he mumbles into your neck, “Will you let me make it up to you, baby?” he smirks, running his cock up and down your folds. All you can get out is a breathy groan,  as you attempt to buck your hips into him. 

“Shhh ... .I got you baby,” he coos stroking your cheek. “Breathe for me.” he slaps the tip of his cock on your swollen clit three times, “In.” You take in a deep shaky breath, eyes locked on Harry. “And out.” You let them out a sigh, from your belly. As you do, Harry leans forward, resting his forehead on yours. A hand on your cheek, while the other slowly guided his thick cock into you. You groan, as he slowly fills you up. “There you go.” 

“Oh my god.” you croak, tossing your head against the pillows. 

“You’re so tight baby.” Harry groans out, “Oh, my Good Girl, look at you. So fucking gorgeous.”

Harry was slow to start up a decent pace, selfishly savoring the feeling of your velvety walls wrapped around him. But still he slowly pulls his hips back, before slowly entering you in a hard shallow thrust, slowly working you open on his cock. 

“Harry-oh fuck.” your eyes rolled back as the tip of his cock perfectly stroked your g-spot. 

In any other circumstance, the gesture wouldn’t have you hurdealing to orgasm so quickly, but with having been teased for so long, you know you can’t hold it off for much longer. 

“Harry-” you try to warn him. But with each thrust it’s becoming harder and harder to concentrate. 

“I know. I know. It’s okay.” he purrs above you, kissing you sweetly. “You can come baby. Whenever you need to. No more teasing, I got you.” 

And just with his words, as Harry cradled your cheeks in his palms, crashing his lips to yours, you come in a bright white light, throbbing around Harry’s cock, with a groan. 

“Oh Shit!” you cry out, body beginning to shiver. 

“Good girl! Fuck.” he groans into your mouth, “Good fucking girl! Keep coming, come on.” Harry kept his pace steady, with deep hard thrusts keeping your body shaking and your pussy pulsing. “There you go. Don’t stop. Keep going.” 

“I - can’t. I -” your body was on fire, trembling, as you felt another peak, even higher, quickly approaching. 

“Yes you can. I can feel you baby. Fuck-” he grunts, as he quickened his hips just slightly, holding you close,“You feel so good. Give me another. Come on, be good.” 

“Harry.” 

“I know…You can do it.” Harry encourages with a kiss. And just as he slips his tongue into your mouth, you begin to pulsate around him. “Fuck, there you go baby.” he huffs, breath fanning across his face, “Good girl. Come for me.” 

Your body has no choice but to listen to his command. Harry holds you close as you shake, gripping onto him with all your might as you come. “Shhh…I got you. Good girl.” Harry praises as he slowly fucks your through your orgasm, thrust deep, but soft and slow. 

“Shit.” you moan, “Thank you.” you begin to chant, your brain is a little foggy. Your body relaxes a little, as you lull your head against the pillow, as what’s left of your orgasm pulses through your body. 

“Shhhhh” Harry coos, “I know, I know. I got you.” He whispers, kissing you over his face. “You did so good, baby.” he kisses your chin, “I’m so proud of you.” and finally a sweet kiss to your lips. All you're able to get out is a light moan of approval. 

Harry’s hips come to a stop as he allows you a few moments to catch your breath, and get your wits back. When you finally open your eyes, the sight of Harry hovering above you with a look of pure adoration nearly makes you faint. 

“Love you.” 

“I love you.” Harry smiles. “That was a big one, huh?” 

“Yeah.” you giggle lazily. 

“Think you can give me one more?” he whispers against your lips, slowly drawing his hips back at a snail's pace. Your breath hitches as you grips his shoulders, nails digging into his back. 

“I can try.” you whisper, nodding your head. 

“Right answer. Good girl.” he smirks, pushing into you slowly. Grinding  his hips against yours, once fully inside. “I’m going to fuck you a little faster this time, okay?” he asks sweetly. 

“‘Kay.” you whimper out, before letting out a groan as Harry begins a deep, but quick pace. “Oh, fuck.” you whine, beginning to feel your eyes burn. Tears of pleasure threatening to spring. 

“Good girl, baby.” Harry buries himself into your neck, kissing and nibbling wherever his mouth could reach. “Fuck.” 

“Harry.” You moan into his ear. “You feel so good.  I feel - it's so good.” you mumble trying your best to praise him like he does for you. Harry groans, gripping at your hips, pressing your deeper into the mattress. 

“I know, I know. Shhh…just breathe.” he coos, “I need you to give me one more, baby.” 

At this point your body was so sensitive and so pliant. You were drunk on Harry, all he needed to do was say the words, and you’d be pulsing around him in seconds. 

You try your best to take deep breaths as Harry relentlessly plunged into you. You could feel a tear in the corner of your eyes begin to fall. You were so sensitive, and Harry felt so good, it was almost too much. And yet you wanted more. “Har-” you croak. 

“I’m right here. Come for me.” he moans into your mouth. And just like you suspected you begin to convulse, pussy throbbing around him, as you come undone once again. 

“Shit!” you cry out. 

“Good girl, fuck. I got you.” he groans, thrusts becoming sloppier as he chases his own orgasm. 

“Fuck, Harry. Please -” you moan

“You're gonna make me come.” Harry groans, resting his forehead against yours, “Where do you want me?” 

“In me.” 

“Fuck.” Harry moans at the confession, his teeth sinking into your shoulder. You were going to be his death, he knows it. He continues his pace, and knowing that he was just as taken by you as you made him made your pussy clench.  In a few more thrusts Harry buries himself deep inside you as he comes, painting your cervix. “Oh god.” Harry groans, as he kisses you hard and slow, his hips slowing to a stop. You run a hand through the long hairs at the name of his neck, as you both catch your breaths. 

“You did so good, baby.” Harry whispers into your neck, planting spongy wet kisses there. “Such a good girl. Took me so well.”  he smiles down at you. You giggle, kissing the tip of his nose. 

“Thank you.” 

“No. It’s my pleasure.” Harry smirks. 

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Your Perfume~ Alastor x Reader

In which >>> Alastor is scarily attracted to your perfume, and will do whatever it takes to get his fill of it.

Warnings: Enchanted Perfume????

You and Alastor were driving back to the hotel after a long night of dancing at Mimzy’s club. You were both all dolled up, but all Alastor could think about was that intoxicating perfume. It was almost as if the perfume was enchanted. It is. It made him want to-

“Are you okay Al?” You ask from the passenger seat. Alastor's hands were gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were turning white, and his breath was growing heavier. He was trying to focus on the road but the scent of your perfume was too much, he couldn't take it anymore, he had to have you. With a sudden jerk of the wheel, Alastor pulled the car over to the side of the road. He unbuckled his seatbelt and turned to face you, his eyes filled with a primal hunger.

“What the hell?” You say, clearly confused. He reached out and grabbed your face, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulled you towards him. “Kiss me, now.” His voice was a low, commanding growl, and he didn't wait for a response before crashing his lips against yours. His hands roamed over your body possessively, his touch scorching through your clothes. He pushed you back against the passenger seat, his body heavy on top of you. Between kisses, he growled, "Your perfume..." He buried his face in your neck, inhaling deeply. "It's driving me mad. You're driving me mad." He began to kiss and suck at your neck, his hands finding their way under your shirt. His touch was rough, urgent, as if he couldn't get enough of you.

He tore his mouth away from your neck to look at you, his eyes wild and possessive. "I need you. Now. Here. In this car." He reached behind the seat and grabbed a blanket, throwing it over you both before climbing on top of you again. “M-mhm.” You whisper softly. He ripped open your shirt, buttons flying everywhere, and buried his face in your cleavage. He nuzzled and kissed your breasts through your bra, his hands roaming your body, touching you everywhere. He growled, "Wrap your legs around me." He unfastened his pants, pushing them down just enough to free himself. 

He yanked your skirt up and pulled your underwear to the side, not bothering to take them off. He positioned himself at your entrance and thrust deep inside, a low groan escaping him as he did. He began to move, his hips snapping forward as he buried himself inside you over and over again. His face was buried in your neck, his breath hot against your skin. "You feel so good," he growled, his voice strained with desire. The car shook with the force of his movements.

His hand reached up and wrapped around your throat, squeezing gently as he continued to thrust into you. His eyes met yours, and he saw the way you looked at him, with equal hunger and desperation. He kissed you hard, swallowing your moans. ​​His pace quickened, his breathing growing heavier. He could feel the heat rising between you both, the air thick with the scent of your perfume and the sounds of your passion. He grunted, burying his face in your neck as he finally reached his peak. With a final, powerful thrust, he emptied himself inside you. His body shook with the force of his release, and he stayed buried deep within you as he came down from the high. He kissed your neck softly before pulling out and rolling onto the seat beside you.

He ran a hand through his hair, his chest heaving as he caught her breath. He looked at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of satisfaction and possessiveness. "That perfume... it's dangerous." He said, his voice hoarse. “It is.” You agree, still trying to catch your breath. He reached out and grabbed the bottle of perfume from your purse, holding it up to his nose and inhaling deeply. He closed his eyes, a look of pure bliss crossing his face. “Fuck, it's even better up close.” He opened his eyes and looked at you.

He leaned in close, his face hovering above yours. The scent of your perfume was intoxicating, and he couldn't help but give in to the urge to kiss you again. His lips met yours, and he lost himself in the moment, all thoughts of anything else fading away. You break the kiss. “I love you.” Alastor pulls you back into another kiss.

He broke the kiss to look at you, his eyes filled with warmth and tenderness. He cupped your cheek, his thumb gently caressing your skin. "And I love you," he murmured, his voice soft. He nuzzled against you, his arms wrapping around you protectively.

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Interruptions

Words: 744 CW: Semi-Public Sex, Cunnilingus Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x Female-Bodied Reader Notes: I wrote this fic last year and posted it on Ao3 during the Hogwarts Legacy craze around when the game came out. I just never posted it here.

It's currently on Ao3 here. The work is orphaned for a few reasons I'd rather not explain in a note, but I'd be happy to answer if asked.

I know most of you follow me for otome (specifically Ikeseries) content, so I'll be forgoing my usual taglist.

You were on a desk in a classroom, legs spread wide, underwear around one of your ankles and skirt hitched up to your waist. Ominis was seated between your legs, his face between your thighs, tongue lapping at the wetness between them. One of your hands was threaded through his hair, pushing him closer to your center. 

A barely stifled cry escaped your lips as he licked a long stripe up your folds, paying extra attention to the nub at the top. You could feel a pressure rising in your abdomen with every flick of his tongue.

"Ominis," you moaned. "Fuck, love." 

Vibrations rumbled against your core as Ominis chuckled. He pulled away slightly and smirked, licking his lips. 

"You'd best watch your language, darling, if you want more where that came from." 

You whined at the loss of his touch and tried to urge him to resume, but he seemed perfectly content to wait. He was tantalizingly close to your warm heat; close enough that you could feel his soft breaths ghost over the moistened flesh. It was driving you utterly mad. 

"Tell me you'll behave, love, and I'll give you what you want." He blew a puff of air at your lower lips and the sensation made a shiver run up your spine. 

"I'll behave. I promise," you whined, aching for contact. Ominis waited one more torturous moment before burying his face against your cunt with even more fervor than before. He added his hands to the mix this time, pressing a long finger into your core.

He was eating you out like a man starved, like he hadn't eaten in a week and you were the best meal he could have ever asked for. 

You moved your free hand to your mouth, trying to hold in the obscenities that were fighting to escape your lips. It was torture. Your legs were shaking from the sheer ecstasy he was giving you. 

He added a second finger and curled them just right and you saw stars. You came with a cry, pleasure rolling down your form in waves. Ominis focused his attention on your clit, sending additional shockwaves rolling through you. 

The door opened. 

"Oh, there you guys are. Where have you -" 

Ominis froze. You looked up in shock, still riding out the end of your orgasm, eyes half lidded. 

Sebastian Sallow stood in the now open doorway, eyes wide and trained on the sight before him. He was speechless. He made eye contact with you and blushed a bright red, averting his eyes. 

Ominis, the bastard, gave one final flick against your clit, sending a shudder of overstimulation up your body, before pulling away from you entirely. 

"Did you need something, Sebastian? Or are you just going to continue to stand there and stare like a pervert?" Ominis crossed his arms and stared at the other boy. It was clearly intended to be intimidating, but it was hard to be imposing when his clothes were rumpled, hair in disarray, face shiny with your slick. The other boy got the hint, though.

"It's.. nothing that can't wait. I'll see you later. When you're both... fully dressed." He quickly ran out the door, slamming it behind him. Ominis turned back to you, running a hand through his messy blond hair. Your cheeks were crimson with mortification. 

"At least it was Sebastian," you tried to lighten the mood. "It could have been Garreth."

You reached down and pulled your panties back up, moving to get off the desk. Your legs felt like jelly and you stumbled, Ominis catching you and steadying you. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips, hands holding you upright. Your own came to rest on his chest.

"The entire school would know by breakfast if it were Garreth," Ominis muttered. "But once Sebastian gets over it, you know he's going to be relentless with his teasing." 

Ominis' hands trailed down your form, smoothing down your rumpled skirt. Your own took his tie, straightening it and laying it down flat. Your fingers ran through his hair, trying to smooth it back into place. 

"I hate that we were interrupted, though," you said as you moved to your robes on unsteady legs. "You didn't even get to have your own pleasure." 

"Don't worry about that, darling. There's plenty of time for that later," he murmured against your lips. 

You were sure to make it up to him later that night. 

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logan howlett x mutant!reader

this is porn without a plot, but this is the idea i had when writing her. they had a very big fight she left for a while days months years WHO KNOWS!!, comes back, and they FUCK. BAM!! enjoy you horny freaks!! 🤟🏽

warnings: no proofread, female body reader, reader has their nips pierced, pussy slapping, degrading, no use or mention of a condom (WRAP YOUR SHIT STUPID) readers a little freak towards the end, chocking and squirting if you squint, breeding kink, cumplay for sure, please lmk if i missed anything 💋

the mansion was quiet, everyone was out for a field trip today and it was peaceful. coming up the stairs and rounding the corner you saw your bedroom door, walking forwards you made sure to keep quiet as you knew he’d be there.

looking to see logan laid out on your neatly made bed in his dark jeans, white tank top and flannel like always. you admired for a moment and smiled at the sight of him, tired with half lidded eyes looking up at the ceiling. his one hand cuddled a stuffed animal close to his chest, a little yellow duck he’d won at the state fair for you, and the other laid out to his right.

“you better not have your dirty shoes on my bed, grandpa.” you spoke crossing your arms over your chest, and leaning against the doorframe. he whipped his head towards the sound of your voice, throwing the stuffed animal, he nearly tripped trying to get over to you and enveloping your body in his arms.

that same feeling from almost years ago was back, you felt at home, safe and comfortable here. you really didn’t want to leave again, missing it a little. he inhaled your sent and squeezed tighter, holding the back of your head in his large hands. a heavy sigh of relief left logan’s lips as you smiled into his chest.

“god, i’ve missed you. so much, i’ve missed you so much. i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have even looked at her. it was stupid, i’m so stupid. i’m sorry, Bub.” logan huffed out in one breath pulling back to look at my face, you weren’t mad anymore you had plenty of time to grow and get over it.

storm was right, she just needed some time. he thought as you invaded by accident.

“i love you.” you spoke with a smile as he chuckled lightly, pulling you back into a hug. “i love you so much.” logan said kissing the top of your head repeatedly.

“you will never be my second choice, in this world or the next. I love you.” Logan huffed once more as you pulled away from him, a soft smiled played on your face.

reaching down to unzip your boots, toeing them off and plopping on your bed. be had a look of confusion placed on his face, like he knew something but didn’t want to assume. a beat of silence fell between us, as you closed the door and locked it without touching it. logan’s eyes lite up at the sound as he reached for his belt buckle, and you shrugged your own coat off next.

“you fucked someone else, didn’t ya?” logan unfortunately asked, placing both hands on either side of your body, and leaning forward to place a kiss to my cheek. you didn’t want to answer but you didn’t want to lie like before, this was new and you wanted change, good change.

so you exhaled softly, letting your body relax before answering. he nudged your cheek with his nose as he placed kisses softly along your neck, then down to your exposed collarbone.

“mmhm.” you moaned licking your lips as you laid back onto your bed, he followed and his lips basically ran after your neck.

“i can smell it, but that’s okay we can fix that.” logan spoke implying that he’d fuck you so good, no matter who came after him, you’d smell like him forever. it made your hole clench around nothing as you moaned, hands flying to his shoulders. he pulled back to get a good look at the mess you’d already become, cheeks flushed pink as your hair was sprawled out across the plush whites of your fresh bedsheets.

“they can’t fuck you like i can, huh?” he smiled disappearing back into the nape of your neck, leaving marks in his wake. Oh fuck you’ve missed this, and he was right, they were good but they weren’t him. yet you let him sweat a little until he stopped his actions, and came up for reassurance when you got silence.

“bub?” the nickname made your legs weak. his hands reached for the back of your knees, pulling them around his waist and pushing the pads of his finger into the flesh of your thighs. you smirked reading the thoughts in his head, almost laughing until his right hand came down on your ass forcing your chest into his.

“ouch!” you yelped sending him an annoying glare as he smirked in return.

“you’ve been left and dry for the last year, and this is how you wanna treat your piece of pussy?” you asked sarcastically carding your fingers through the growing greys on the side of his head, logan physically growled sending it straight to your core. he went silence for a second as you watched his face, eyes closed as he tried to hide him inhaling your scent. His nose twitched when he found it, almost edging himself with it.

“they didn’t fuck you good enough to claim this?” logan joked letting his right hand dip between your legs to cup your mound. gasping as he ran his thick thumb over the seam on your jeans, right down the middle of your fold. more silence as you stared at his lips, his thumb disappeared and moved to unbutton your pants next, soon disregarding them on the ground. leaving your bottom half nearly bare as his hands creeped up and under the tank top, stopping just under your breasts.

“i see something’s haven’t changed.” logan smirked talking about my no bra.

fully cupping your bare breasts, his large calloused hand rough against my soft skin. it made your lower stomach burn with want, you needed more of him and now. your lips were back on his in seconds while his other hand repeated the same action to the other breast, moaning into his mouth as your head started to spin.

everything felt so right, and in place with you together like this again. your hands pulled at the hair by his neck, he let out a low groan continuing his work on my breasts finally playing with the hem of your shirt. pulling it over your head breaking the kiss once more, he stood tall above you as you reached out for the bottom of his tank next.

“wait, wait. i’ve missed this.” logan spoke softly, barely above a whisper as he stared down at your nearly bare body. Breasts on full display just for him, the metal through your hard nipples sparkled when the sunlight hit. your legs spread wide enough for him to see the outline on your pussy, wet and nearly throbbing through your panties.

he smiled looking over your body, starting with your face down your neck, admiring the bruises already forming near your collarbone. down the centre of your chest, making sure to take his time with those, and then over your stomach finishing with your cunt. slick soaked through the thin cotton thong, dripping down your barely covered hole and over the second one.

“like the gods carved you from the finest stone, and sent you to me.” logan spoke running a hand over his mouth, already pussy drunk without even a sip. your smile never left your face with his words, they had you giggling and only something he could do.

he finally reached a hand out, both hands. one held your knee open as the thumb of the other ran over your covered folds, slowly until he reached your clit. running tight small circles over it, your body felt like it was on fire almost immediately.

“logan..” you whined bitting your lip and reaching for his wrist, as if you were already sensitive.

“oh, my poor baby.” he laughed as you peaked an eye open to see him physically pouting, you mimicked his expression but mine was sincere.

“i’ve barely touched you, and you’re complaining?” logan laughed again continuing his actions, you clenched around nothing again, bucking your hips up a couple times before he removed his hand. you gasped at the loss, and then gasped louder when his hand come down on my pussy, eyes wide as you arched my back off the bed.

“i fear she’s been neglected since you’ve been gone.” he spoke and you nodded, answering a question he wasn’t even asking. logan scuffed and repeated his action, laying a hard hand on your cunt. the slap echoed throughout the room, coming back into your ears, and he did it again, and then again until you closed your legs.

“uh, fuck!” you moaned feeling your high creep up.

“baby, we just started. don’t get soft on me now.” logan said leaning down to remove your underwear, the cool breeze of the room felt amazing against my burning skin. you sighed at the sensation, until he brought his fingers to your hole. teasing the ring of muscle with the tip of his middle finger, moving around your entrance finally pushing his thick large finger in.

“just as tight as i remember. fucking pathetic, no one as big as me, huh?” logan teased struggling to get a second finger in, you nodded shamelessly at his words. eyes squeezed shut at the burning feeling you missed so much, and loved how right he was.

logan’s finger finally moved, pumping in and back out again. repeating the slow pace until his fingers were covered in enough slick to go deeper. two finger was just enough to keep your orgasm from washing over you to early, you were in perfect bliss at this moment. you pushed your hips along with the rhythm of his fingers, enjoying the slight burn.

logan was having fun at the sight below him, his woman was back where she belonged, already fucked out and we weren’t even started. he licked his thumb without my noticed and pushed it against your clit, your mouth opened but nothing came from it. enjoying the tension he built in the pit of your stomach, soon replacing his left thumb with the warm feeling of his mouth. you moaned in satisfaction together, his tongue flattened of the bundle of nerves as he stared up at your face.

with mostly breasts in the way, he still enjoyed the view he got, logan’s fingers continued their assume on my tight hole. as your hand reached for his hair, pushing his face further into your messy pussy, the lewd sounds of him eating filled the empty room. it was music to your ears, but you didn’t last long with his mouth on your clit. The wall had broke soon after, and you came all over his face, soaking his chops and the floor below.

logan stood up with his fingers still inside, as he looked down at the most perfect image below. squirt covered his fingers while he moved them in and out, after it stopped he pulled his fingers out slowly watching your hole flutter and moaning at the loss of his fingers.

“bet you still taste the same?” logan jokingly asked as you came down from my high still, half lidded you watched him stick both fingers in his mouth and moan around them. you smiled, leaning up and reaching out for his wrist pulling those same fingers towards you mouth as he happily accepted.

logan watched as you held his wrist and sucked the tips of his fingers into your mouth, staring up at him through my lashes.

“you miss me, pretty?” you asked and his eyes widened slightly, he’s never had anyone call him that. he was always the one doing the talking during this kinda stuff, but he nodded as you wrapped my lips around his thick fingers, swallowing them whole until the tips hit the back of your throat. he swallowed thickly at the feeling, he doesn’t remember it being like this last time.

“fuck, c’mere!” logan growled again pulling his fingers from your mouth and wrapping a hand around your neck, bringing his lips to yours as he fell back onto the bed. your hands fumbled with the button, and zipper on his jeans as he pulled them off with his boxers, the length of him grazed your cunt as it sprung out of his pants.

his hand left your neck and fisted his cock, letting his lips off yours he looked down to line his tip up with your weeping hole. pushing just the tip in as you reached for his shoulders, after all the prep he gave you still weren’t ready for him, but he pushed in inch by inch until last bit.

“oh fuck, you feel amazing.” you smiled placing a hand on the side of his face, watching as he stopped his movements. “you feel even better.” he told placing a kiss to your lips, hovering over as you locked eyes and he pushed the rest of his length into your tight little hole.

he waited, and gave you time to adjust to him, it had been awhile since you had something this big. his hand ran over the supple skin of your thighs, as yours laid above your head with your chest rising and falling. panting with the lovely burn he brought to your hole, you nodded once ready, and he pulled his hips back slowly. leaving just the tip before he slide back in, repeating his actions until he found a solid rhythm.

snapping his hips against your pelvis, over and over again with the sounds of his balls slapping against your ass. your breasts bounced over his bare chest, as his lips found your neck again. logan’s hands held your legs open for him so his large torso could fit between your frame, logan’s arm reached under your ass and manhandled your legs over his shoulders. hitting it from a deeper angle now, you yelped his name at the slightly change in position. but your pussy loved it, squeezing around him as he nearly turned blue in the face.

“shit, yer squeezing me so tight.” he huffed as if out of breath from it, hunching over and shutting his eyes to compose himself.

the control made your pussy wetter, and did it again causing him to lose his footing slightly and accidentally jerk his hips forward out of rhythm. the concentration on his face was so cute as he let go of your body, and placed either hand on the bed. doing it again, getting the same reaction but he caught on the third time.

“i’m not gonna last long if you keep tightenin’ up like that, sweets.” logan held your hips as a warning, but you didn’t listen and did it once more.

"fuck fine." he mumbled snapping his hips back until just the tip was in, and then slammed into you. repeating it twice more until you cracked and moaned his name, over again.

"oh, she likes it." he spoke softly mainly to himself, and barley above a whisper. he pounded you into the mattress, almost leaving a perfectly permanent imprint in it. skin slapping against skin echoed through out the bedroom, thank god no one was home.

“log-“

“oh I know baby.” he didn't need to hear words because he understood. but right now all he wanted to hear was those pretty little moans, those

sounded like heaven to him.

removing your legs from his shoulders he leaned back, holding your legs open. he switched between staring at your tits bouncing with every thrust he made, and your pussy stretching around his cock. a few more thrusts and he was ready but didn't want to just yet, he needed this to last a little longer. so he slowed his pace and rolled his hips, angling them downwards and going deeper.

"log-oh fuck!" you let out loudly propping yourself up on your elbows to look down, the prettiest sight. his cock perfectly stretching your pussy out, and that creamy white ring forming around the base. your legs spread open just for him as he couldn't take his eyes off you, and yours.

"cum in me, baby." you moaned and his hips stuttered slightly falling out of rhythm, but he soon found it. he swallowed hard and looked down at you surprised by your words, almost ignoring them. "don’t ignore me now." you pouted and stared up at him with blown out, lush filled eyes reaching for his hand to palm my right breast.

"baby-" he mumbled, but couldn't finish his sentence because he watched as you reached down, and placed the right index and middle finger around the base of his cock. running it over your folds, and collecting as much of our mixed fluids before bringing both fingers to your mouth sucking them clean and dry.

he didn't have much time to think before his hips stuttered again, and he was on the edge. “cum in me, logan." his eyes slipped shut and he kept that same pace from before, this time adding his left thumb back to my clit. continuing his attack on your clit, keeping his pace you clenched around him tighter than before, sucking him closer as the fire in your belly started burning again.

"i’m almost there." you moaned taking your bottom lip between your teeth as you lowered your gaze to watch his cock disappear inside you. “me too baby, me too." you felt logan’s dick twitch and his hips lost rhythm for a moment, he was trying so hard to calculate this perfectly so he wouldn't cum in you.

down to the last second.

"c'mere." you noticed mumbling, you reached for the back of his neck and pulled his lips against yours. yours hips meet his thrusts as he moaned into your mouth, his named slipped from your lips like a chant.

"cum inside me, logan. do it." you said, he tried so hard to pull away, and let himself go all over your stomach like he should.

"i know you want to. just do it, cum inside me." i said again pulling his lips back on yours. he groaned low as if it was a warning, but you just continued to egg him on.

"i know my pretty boy wants to. cum inside me." you said, he groaned your name one last time before painting your walls, hot spirts of cum filled your pussy and you were soon to follow him. logan stayed inside for a moment before pulling out to kneel in front of you, cum dripping from your pussy as he watched in awe. legs still spread wide open I sighed in relief, while my body jerked from my orgasm.

his head laid on your thigh watching your hole flutter, breathing heavily as you watched him reach out and finger his cum back into your pussy. whining at the sensitivity, knowing you’d hurt for a couple days because he probably bruised your cervix.

"you’re everything." he spoke softly reaching for a couple tissues on the nightstand, wiping up any excess cum he couldn't get in you.

"so are you." you told him honestly as he disregarded the tissue on the floor, you moved further up the bed so you could lay comfortably together. he laid his head on your chest, holding your soft hips in his large hands as you cradled the back of his head in yours, enjoying a long pleasant moment of silence before you ruined it.

"so round two in the shower?" you asked and he huffed a laugh, but quickly got up already rocking a hard on.

"freaky little thing, ain’t ya?” he smiled standing tall as you nodded and shrugged your shoulders, logan scuffed grabbing your hips and flinging you over his shoulder taking us to your private bathroom.

a/n: please don’t judge I WILL CRY, this is my first time to ever post so i’m a little nervy. two people asked for this so here it is, ps english is not my first language so my everything might not be the best 🤍 thank you

[kittenintheden]

snippet sunday

I have had a ROUGH few weeks at work lol so it's sapped a lot of my creative energy lol sob. anyway. here's whatever this is.

tagged by @shewhowas39, thank you!

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Their tadpoles sing lamentations even in sleep. Fear. Loss. Love.

Lust.

They wake to moonlight with a shared gasp. He reaches for her shoulder to turn her toward him and kisses her hard enough that he nicks her lip with a tooth. It doesn’t seem to matter to her.

As soon as she rolls onto her back, he’s on her, nudging her legs apart with his knees and aligning their hips so he can grind the full length of his hard cock across her swollen center. Ori arches her chest into him and drops her head back, breaking their kiss with a broken a-ah.

Astarion’s own breath hitches and his brows twitch up as he looks down at her, throat bared to him completely. There’s nothing between them but trust, a harmonious hum along the mental thread stretched between their minds. The pulse beneath her skin flickers like firelight.

He bites down. She gasps. He shoves both of their bottoms off down to their thighs. She lifts her hips and spreads herself as best she can. He takes himself in hand, maneuvers under her clothing and folds her thighs up until he finds her cunt with the head of his cock.

Astarion drinks and thrusts inside at the same moment.

“Fuck,” Ori breathes, her voice thready as her fingers dig into his arms.

He fucks.

Ori’s cries come in bursts, timed with every slap of his hips against hers. It’s artless, instinctual. The deepest part of him that’s still a man, despite everything. The part that knows this is an act of life. The part that wants to be alive.

To be alive with someone to share that life with.

Astarion pulls his mouth from her with a moan, his tongue and teeth coated red with the essence of life itself, freely and lovingly given. He licks it away and wraps his arms under hers, holding her close while he ruts into her with pure abandon.

“Harkess tel'quiet,” he says, winded. “Kiss me.”

Ori rolls her head towards his and catches his mouth with hers, him inching his hand up beneath her until he’s cradling the back of her head.

When they finally break for her to catch her breath, Ori sobs out, “You’re so deep, I can’t… gods.”

Tension spirals tight into his lower abdomen and he groans out his need. “I need you,” he gasps.

She responds by coming on his cock with a howl. Her cunt tightens around him and the spiral inside his gut hits its limit and unfurls like a spring, sending ecstasy to the very surface of his skin.

He isn’t quiet about it.

Their voices fade, their breathing slows. Gingerly, he runs a hand down to her hip and tilts it toward himself, carefully pulling out. The air is cool on his wet-slicked skin and he shivers.

When he moves her clothing back into place, she sleepily whispers, “What are you doing?”

“Keep me here,” he whispers back, replacing her smallclothes and linen shorts. “Keep me inside ‘til morning. I need to know I’m with you.”

[deanssluvr]

I WANNA GET CLOSER

pairing: ski aggu x fem!reader

summary: he finally gives you what you need.

contents: RPF. MDNI. smut. rough sex.

word count: 1.4k

a/n: finally wrote something for my man <3

aggu had always been a gentleman to you. it's what you love about him. he was gentle in his words and actions, always respectful and kind. he was the type of person you could trust and rely on. he'd give you thoughtful gifts and make extra effort to spend time with you. and this behavior bled into your sex life. he was always gentle with you. always held back. his fingers would lightly touch your body, sending goosebumps across your skin. he’d kiss you so sweetly and his lips would leave soft trails across you. his thrusts were slow and he’d always give you time to adjust to him. he’d lean into your ear and whisper sweet praises to you. he understood your body and what it took to please you. he was always hesitant and you could tell. when he’s fucking into you, his hands become tense as if he’s holding back. he treated you as if you were made of porcelain and could break if he pushed to hard. as much as you already enjoyed being intimate with him, you wanted more. and you knew he could give it to you.

it was late and you were both relaxing in bed when you decided to talk to him about it. your head was resting on his lap and his fingers combed through your hair. you abruptly sat up and paused the movie you both were watching. He looked at you confused, but you spoke before he could.

“i’m not blind y’know? i know something is stopping you from being rough with me.”

he turned his head, not wanting to avoid the way you were looking at him. he explained to you that he didn’t want to hurt you to which you smiled in response. his concern for you was sweet, but you still wanted him to enjoy himself as much as you did. he told you he was fine, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that he was lying. your hand reached his cheek and you gently forced him to look at you. you leaned in close, your lips only inches away from his.

“need you to ruin me,” you climbed onto his lap and his hands were quick to rest on your hips, “please.”

you dipped your head into his neck and placed sloppy kisses all over. his grip on you became tighter. he couldn’t say no to you. not when you were like this and you knew this.

“fuck.” he groaned. he reached up and grabbed your chin, making you look at him. still hesitant, his eyes scanned over you.

he kissed you hungrily. his tongue pushed past your lips and danced with yours. his hands roughly grabbed the plump flesh of your ass making you moan against his lips. he trailed his kisses down your jaw and neck, nipping and sucking at the skin. you pulled away for a moment to let him take your shirt off. one of his hands came up to pinch your nipple. the cold fingers against your sensitive bud made you pull your bottom lip between your teeth, biting back a moan. you wanted more from him, but words wouldn’t come out. so you whimpered pathetically and grinded your hips against his growing bulge. you could feel him smirk against your neck.

now you had switched positions. you were facedown, on your knees, elbows pressing into the mattress, and your ass raised. you were on complete display for him. one of his hands slapped the plump skin of your ass, earning a small yelp from you. his other hand guided his cock between your folds, covering himself in your juices. desperate moans left your lips as his tip rubbed back and forth on your clit. then he slowly pushed the tip in. you sucked in a breath before letting out a string of moans. then he pushed his entire length in without warning. you buried your head in the pillow, quieting the noises you were making. with both hands digging into your waist, he thrusts into you roughly. you can hear low groans leave his throat as he fucks deeper into you.

he grabbed both of your wrists and held them behind your back one hand, while the other kept a tight grip on your hip. now he was able to pull you back further against him. your sobs were now more audible as your face hovered over the mattress. then he suddenly hits that spot that has you seeing stars.

“Ah, fuck there. right there,” you beg and he does exactly that. he hits that spot repeatedly. your orgasm crashes over you making you cry out his name. he slows his thrusts but only to gently turn you on your back. his eyes glazed over your face, a soft smile on his lips. he leaned in so his lips hovered barely above your ear.

“i’m not done with you yet liebe (love),” he says so sweetly. he then pushes your legs so your knees are resting to the sides of you and he leans onto you, hands holding tightly onto the back of your thighs. you looked at him and saw this hunger you had never seen before. it was damn near animalistic and it turned you on even more. he didn’t hesitate to push himself into you again. not that it mattered to you anyway. you were too far lost in how he quickly found that sweet spot again. his head lowered into your neck where placed sloppy kisses all over. your hands were tightly wrapped around his biceps, and your nails dug into his skin. he loved it.

“God, you feel so fucking good.” he breathed against your neck. those words went straight to your core, bringing you closer to your next orgasm. his hand came down to play with your clit. the extra sensation causing your eyes to roll back.

“pleasepleaseplease.” you don’t even know what you’re begging for, but it’s like he understood. his thrusts became quicker and so did his fingers against your clit. your eyes screwed shut as you felt yourself get closer. then he grabbed your chin tightly, forcing you to look at him.

“Look at me. I want you to watch you come on my cock.” his voice was low and demanding, and you obeyed. you looked him in the eyes as you came. tears pricked out the side of your eyes and your back arched off the mattress. your second orgasm hit you harder than the last and it felt amazing. he let your ride out your high on his cock before pulling out. he laid down next to you, his head leaning on the headboard.

“come here. need to use that pretty mouth.” you crawled over to him and nestled yourself between his legs. you pulled down his boxers and pants and threw them to the floor. you stared over his length for a moment. it was glistening with your orgasm on it. you leaned forward and licked a long stripe from the base to his tip. the. you took his tip into your mouth, but he was impatient. his fingers combed through your hair before gripping tightly. he led you down the length of him at the pace he wanted. you heard him groan as he watched himself disappear between your lips. he could’ve come right there at that sight.

“so fucking pretty taking my cock like this.” you hummed at the praise earning another low moan from him. he guided your head up and down at a steady pace. he knew how much you could take, but was pushing that limit tonight. he would pull you down a bit further each time, but not quite bottoming out. luckily you hadn’t gagged yet, which he took as a sign to go even further. you gripped tightly at his thighs as his hips started bucking. a sign that he was getting close. he soon began fucking your throat. he was just using you for his pleasure and it was so fucking hot. you knew he needed this and so did you.

his grip on your hair hadn’t faltered as he fucked deep into your throat. his hips became erratic and inconsistent. and soon his hips stuttered to a stop. he had pushed your head all the way down and your nose was touching his happy trail. tears fell down your cheeks as you felt him hit the back of your throat. you carefully breathed through your nose to stop yourself from gagging completely. his head tilted up and he moaned your name as he came. it sounded so sweet on his tongue. his hand released itself from your hair, but you didn’t move. you let him ride his high in you until you felt him stop. you pulled off of his cock swallowing every bit that he gave you. he cupped your cheeks with his hand and pulled you into a kiss. it was sweet. just like the aggu you loved.

you both laid down, too tired to do anything else. he pulled you into his chest and you snuggled in closer to him. you quickly dozed off but not before feeling a soft kiss on your forehead.

[1980ssunflower]

AOAUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MIS AMORESSS

[sappho-of-suburbia]

eating a girl out for the first time? as someone with a couple of decades' experience (i started young, ok?), can i offer some advice?

take your time. your aim isn't to make her come as fast as possible, it's to make sure she enjoys every moment. slow down, revel in the process of finding out what she likes.

tell her how beautiful she is, how tempting her cunt looks, how intoxicating it smells, how sweet she tastes. she might be feeling vulnerable, especially if she's inexperienced too - it's your job to make her feel safe and adored.

enjoy the journey - i know you just want to feel your tongue on her clit NOW, but exploring her thighs, working your way slowly to her folds, trailing all the way up her cunt, drinking her juices, letting her feel your breath before she feels your touch...it'll be worth it. for both of you.

learn to read her body with all of your senses. she might be vocal but she might prefer to bite her lip or enjoy being gagged. you don't need to hear her words to know what to do. you'll feel her muscles twitch and relax - learn what it means when she lifts her hips, squirms or sinks into you. she might taste and smell differently when she is close to coming for you. pay close attention to her clit - if you're lucky and you've done a particularly good job, you might see it twitch as she recovers from the perfect orgasm. enjoy it.

you can be vocal though. moan into her. use every sensation you can. light flicks to determined, long, slow licks. blow gently on her wetness. how does she react to your lip piercing? your teeth?

build and add to the experience until she's completely overwhelmed. play with her nipples. run your nails over her skin. lift her legs and spank her.

chances are, she'll get to the point where she really needs you to fuck her. slip your tongue all the way down and inside her. if you can't breathe, you're doing it right. that means you probably won't be able to keep it up for hours, so save this move for when she's right on the edge and you're ready to let her tip over.

if you're especially lucky and she's a squirter, you will get absolutely soaked. enjoy it. show her you're enjoying it. moan into her cunt; she'll come even harder.

if she needs to be fucked harder, slip your fingers inside her cunt and curl them up towards your tongue as it circles her clit. all of her most sensitive nerves will be between your tongue and your fingers. you'll be able to feel every tiny twitch inside her; it's the most beautiful place in the world to be.

when she can truly take no more, stay close to her as you drift away from her cunt. kiss your way up her tummy and her chest, let her taste herself on your lips as you hold her and let her ride out the aftershocks. trail your fingertips over her back. whisper in her ear. tell her everything you loved about eating her out.

[froggibus]

i’m begging you for some nsfw hcs with wade & logan

i NEED more info about jealous sex with them specifically

please and thank you 💋💋

Jealousy Sex - Logan Howlett & Wade Wilson

Pairing: Logan Howlett x reader (no pronouns are used but has a pussy) x Wade Wilson

Genre: smut/nsfw

CW: poly! relationship, jealousy, possession, scent kink/scenting, taunting & humiliation, oral, double penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, AFTERCARE

omg of course!! the two of them being jealous over you would be such a handful >~< id love to write a full length of this sometime too!! thank you for the request lovely 💓

these two are such a handful when they’re jealous

Logan has no patience for other men getting in your personal space

if some other guy is talking to you too long or starting to get a little too close

he comes and stands behind you, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your neck

he’ll make a big show of it too, sucking at your skin and breathing in your scent

“d’ya smell that? hm?”

you scrunch your eyebrows together, wondering what’s about to come

“that’s my scent. mine. all fuckin’ over ya.”

he’s dragging you upstairs to the nearest locked bedroom before you can even react

sex with him while he’s jealous can go either way depending on just how riled up he is

sometimes it’s deep and intimate, going until you’ve forgotten the rest of the world

or it’s rough and hard and biting, until your head is spinning and his name is the only thing you can remember

he’ll have you face down in the pillows, his grip on your hips so tight you swear he’s using his claws

his cock bullies so deep inside of you that tears form in your eyes and you have to wind your hands into the sheets to keep from screaming

and once you throw Wade into the mix…

Wade does NOT get jealous easily & even if he does, he just jokes it off

it would take a lot to get him going & god help you if he does

he’ll swoop in when someone’s hitting on you and press himself in real close

not nearly as showy as Logan but he’ll make real good eye contact with them and call them out for it

“i know i know” he’ll kiss the side of your head. “so fuckable, right?“

he’ll have you propped on the counter of the nearest bathroom, his face stuffed between your legs in an instant

he’s holding your legs open with ease & relentlessly licking your poor, overstimulated clit

every time you try to shuffle away or close your legs he’s pushing them further apart

“ahahah, not yet baby. if you can still move then I haven’t done my job right.”

when they’re together & jealous?? you’re not leaving that room for hours and they’re going to fucking ruin you

they’ll have you whining and overstimulated long before either of them slip inside of you

they take turns over who gets to eat you out, the other holding your legs open and mumbling a tantalizing mix of praise and degradation in your ears

they’re both dirty talk kings

by the time Logan slips his cock through your folds, your legs are already shaking

you’re moaning so damn loud that Wade has to shove his cock in your mouth to keep the people at the party from hearing

the two of them can go for hours thanks to their regeneration and if you think you’re getting out anytime before that…

once you’re nice and fucked out in Logan’s arms, Wade’s sliding his cock inside of you and then they’re both fucking you

they get SO caught up in the moment trying to one up each other too—the only thing they can agree upon is that you’re theirs

when the night is over, you’ll be stuffed to the brim with cum and half-conscious, fucked out on the bed

they’ll clean you up nice and good though

Wade is the best ever at aftercare, he’ll always have water and a warm cloth for you (or in this case, a tshirt he stole from the closet)

meanwhile Logan will massage your aching muscles and shaking limbs, kissing your feverish skin

masterlist | marvel masterlist

if you enjoy content like this, interactions go a long way! i appreciate every like, comment & reblog i receive ^^

[aeplern]

(im so obsessed with this gif)

YOUR OLDER BOYFRIEND SIMON RILEY

olderboyfriend!simon who finds you at the grocery store one night, standing behind you until you finally notice him and scold him for scaring you. he slightly smirks and wraps his arms around your torso, pulling you in close to press a kiss to your forehead, “why didn’t you tell me you wanted something from the store? i would’ve brought it to you.”

olderboyfriend!simon who drops you off an uni whenever he can, saying he needs to start doing it everyday since, “i can’t have my girl taking the bus everyday, god knows what creeps are in them.” while pressing light kisses to your knuckles as he drives.

olderboyfriend!simon who doesn’t care whether people are looking or not, he will hold your hand in public and make sure he holds it tight so everyone knows you’re with him.

olderboyfriend!simon who waits outside the diner during your late night shifts, watching everything from his truck as he lights a cigarette. who will occasionally send you a text if you’re okay or if anyone is giving you any trouble.

olderboyfriend!simon who’s so fucking thankful that your shift is over, now that you’re at home you can do whatever and he’s gonna make sure he makes the best of it.

olderboyfriend!simon who softly groans as he finally slips inside of you, “fucking, finally..” he’d whisper as he began to slowly move, thrusting in and out oh so slowly since you were both tired but still needy for each other.

olderboyfriend!simon who leans forward to press his lips against yours as he picks up the pace, lifting your right leg up to rest on his shoulder, “keep them up for me..keep em— up.” he’d groan, thrusting harder into your cunt as you whined, digging your nails into his shoulders and down his back.

olderboyfriend!simon who starts to get hyper as he fucks you, his thrusts were deeper snd longer as he went further in. “gah! simon—“ you gasp, clenching around him as he smugly smirks.

olderboyfriend!simon who loudly moans as he reaches his peak, “cmon baby…cmon— im almost there.” he whispers, feeling you’re close too as his breaths come out heavy and ragged as you both come together, bodies sweaty and sticky as you both look at each other. he’d lean forward, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, “you did so well baby.”

[adimilkys]

JJK men waking up horny at night

MDNI : 18+, smut, somnophilia, masturbation, p in v, degradation and much more

Contains : Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Toji Fushigiro, Choso Kamo, Ryomen Sukuna (I was throwing up while writing his bitch ass 😾 I still love you Sukuna 😔)

small note : remember! Consent is everything, so let’s say the reader and character made an agreement on not minding if they would wake up to head etc. Not proof read

Gojo Satoru

He often got wet dreams, either waking up to morning wood or- waking up in the middle of the night.

And that’s what happened this time, it’s 3 am and Satoru let out a groan as his eyes opened, his whole face was red, it was so goddamn hot in here. He looked over at your peaceful face, wrapped his hands around you and pulled you closer.

He breathed in your smell, leaving kisses all around your neck and shoulders, slightly grinding his hard cock against your ass.

“Fuck… not letting me rest in my sleep either.” A quiet whine left his mouth, one hand going under his shirt that you were wearing, while the other one pulled your panties to the side, you usually only slept in his shirt and your panties, so he had easy access to your body.

“Baby… I need you…” two of his fingers entered you, he started moving them slowly and scissoring them, you let out a soft moan and clenched your thighs together- but still asleep.

He sped up his pace, taking his own cock into his hand and started stroking it. You let out a louder moan, feeling something tighten inside your stomach.

Suddenly your eyes shot open as your hand instantly went to grab his wrist. “T-Toru!” You cried as he added a third finger.

“M’sorry baby… I was so horny…” he was also close, groaning as he was stroking his cock faster.

“C-Can I put it in? Please please I need to feel you…” You nodded, not able to say anything, the only sounds leaving your mouth being moans of his name.

His fingers left your hole, you whined at the lost sensation but it was immediately replaced with his cock, you gasped at the feeling of being so full. He had your back against his chest. His arms were wrapped around your thighs, holding them up so it was easier for him to slide in.

His thrusts were slow and deep, hitting your cervix every time.

“Toru!! Ah- c-close!” You moaned, your nails were digging into his shoulder as he fastened his pace.

“S-shit… me too baby, me too.” One of his hands left your thigh, letting it lay on the bed, it instead went to your clit.

Your eyes rolled back and your back arched as you came, he wasn’t far behind, a few more strokes and he buried himself deep inside and shot his loads of cum.

As he pulled out you both were a panting mess. He moved your panties back, his hands wrapping around your waist and head hid in your shoulder.

“I’ll clean you up in the morning…”

Nanami Kento

It was rare for him to get wet dreams, it basically never happened, until this night.

He was rock hard and itching to touch you but he didn’t want to wake you up. You came back from work really late and exhausted, it was a hard day for you.

He could just jerk off, but he wanted you so bad. He got onto his knees, making you lay on your back as he pushed your legs apart, slowly pulling your panties off, making sure you won’t wake up.

He grabbed his cock in his hand and started stroking it, imagining it was your hand right now. You were so cute asleep, his beautiful wife.

You probably would tease him for days if you found out what he was doing, he just wanted to quickly get off to your body and go back to sleep.

He leaned down, kissing all over your exposed cleavage and neck, leaving small marks with every kiss, you’ll probably wake up and wonder where’d they come from.

He’ll explain himself tomorrow, right now it wasn’t important. What was is that he’s closer and closer, he started moving his hand faster, shooting out ropes all over your stomach that was exposed due to your shirt being ridden up, following with a muffled moan.

When he calmed down, he grabbed a tissue from the shelf and cleaned the cum off you. Putting your panties back down and laying down next to you, cuddling you.

Toji Fushigiro

He dreamt of you pregnant all over again, your round belly, filled with his child. He knows he has a breeding kink, so it’s obvious that he has gotten hard just from thinking about it.

Megumi wouldn’t mind a little brother, or maybe sister. Fuck, he wanted to get you pregnant again. He knows you’re on that shitty pill- he needs to flush them down the fucking toilet.

But right now all he needed was you. He grabbed your sleeping face and slammed his lips on yours, making you gasp, which allowed his tongue to enter.

“Mhmm- too-ji?” You muffled out barely awake, confused why in the middle of the night your man started furiously attacking your mouth.

“Fuck- feel what you did to me doll, got me all hard even in my sleep, yeah?” You let out another gasp, feeling his hard erection press against your clothed pussy.

Not letting you say anything he ripped your panties and immediately positioned his cock against your entrance.

“T-Toji! What if we wake up Megumi-”

“Then you have to quiet down all these pretty sounds, hm?” And just like that he slammed his dick inside of you. You quickly bit down on your hand, muffling your loud cry.

Not letting you adjust, he continued slamming in and out of you at a quick pace. Tears filled your eyes from the pleasure, trying the best to muffle your loud moans. Your other hand scratched at his back.

He grabbed the hand that was covering your mouth and replaced it with his lips, you could’ve sworn you felt his tongue in your throat, it was a messy kiss- tongues and teeth clashing together. Then he moved down to your neck, leaving marks all over it.

“A-Ah! S-Slo’down- T’muchhh!” Instead of actually slowing down, he only went faster if that was even possible at this point.

“I know you can take it, doll. You always do.” With every thrust you were closer, it was also hard to be quiet with this beast of a man slamming into you at an inhuman pace.

“Toji- close so close!”

“Come on, cum f’me” Your head threw back, not able to contain the loud cry that left your mouth, his pussy clamped down so hard on his cock that he came short after you, letting out a load groan as he filled you up.

“One more round?”

“Toji- wait, AH-”

Choso Kamo

You’re his first ever partner, he’s still not used to all those relationships things. So just imagine his confusion when he woke up at 2 am, his dick rock hard and his body hot.

He looked over to you, sleeping so beautifully, you were asleep and didn’t even do anything- what happened??

He couldn’t go back to sleep, he was too horny. You won’t be mad if he wakes you up, right?

He carefully shook you, calling out your name. After a minute you opened your eyes, mumbling out some incorrect words. When you saw it was Choso who was sitting up, looking all worried you immediately raised yourself up on your hands.

“Love…? What’s wrong?” You asked, his face got red immediately, embarrassed to say what happened.

“I- woke up and my dick was hard, I didn’t know what happened so I woke you up.” You stared at him and let out a soft laugh, sitting up next to him.

“Oh baby, you probably just had a wet dream.” He looked at you confused, still not understanding what that meant.

“A wet dream is when you dream about something sexual.” He let out a quiet ohh, you shook your head smiling.

“Want me to help?” He didn’t move for a while before slowly shaking his head, still embarrassed that he had to wake you up for that. You took his dick in your hands, slowly moving them up and down before lowering your head and leaving kisses all over his cock.

His hand buried itself in your hair as he let out a quiet moan, begging you to not tease him. You complied to his request, taking as much of him as you can in your mouth.

He slightly thrust his hips forward, making the head of his cock hit the back of your throat. “M-m’sorry… had too-“ he whined as your plump lips dragged on his dick, your mouth so warm. The rest that you couldn’t fit in was wrapped around your hand, not being forgotten.

The way you looked up at him, the way that your mouth moved- he was getting closer and you knew it, your movement got faster and he gripped your hair tightly, letting out a moan as he came inside your mouth.

You swallowed it all, giving his head a last kiss before raising yourself up and wiping the corners of your lips with your hand. “You did so good love” he blushed at the praise,

“I’ll repay you tomorrow, okay?”

“Choso, you know you don’t have to-”

“But I want to.”

Ryomen Sukuna

He will not wake you up and admit that he got hard because of a stupid dream, there’s absolutely no way. He won’t ‘jerk off’ either, that would be just low of him.

So he will indeed wake you up but by his cock inside of you. He immediately got to work, ripping your panties off and throwing them somewhere in the room, getting in between your legs as he picked them up and held them against your chest.

He spit down on your pussy, the cold sensation making you shiver in your sleep. He grabbed one of his cocks and positioned it against your entrance, he would use both but getting you prepared for the other one would take too long.

And with a quick thrust he was deep inside of you, filling you up. The sudden intruder immediately woke you up, letting out pleasurable but also painful scream.

“Ngh—! wha-?!” Your eyes darted around the room before laying on the huge frame of Sukuna, who was glaring at you.

“Quiet, brat. This is your fault so now take it.” Your back arched off the mattress as he suddenly started moving, still half asleep not knowing what’s happening.

“Ryo-! Wait! Let me-” before you could finish your sentence a loud moan left your mouth, he did not plan on giving you any mercy with how fast he was ramming inside you.

You yelped as he slapped your ass harshly, “That’s for waking me up, brat.” You wanted to reply to him but you couldn’t form the words, even if you did you knew that would just result in another slap.

He didn’t even bother at pulling out as he picked you up and flipped you onto your stomach like a ragdoll. Continuing with his harsh slams, you felt every vein, with how big he was he was hitting every spot inside your pussy.

His hand grabbed your head and pushed you further into the pillow, making you arch more. He was slamming into you so hard it felt like he was rearranging your guts. The knot in your stomach tightened as you clenched around him.

“Cum, slut.” With his words your hands gripped onto the pillows and with almost a scream-like moan you came so hard you saw stars, but even with your tight pussy clamping around him so hard his thrusts didn’t slow down.

He once again grabbed your body, now picking it up and making you sit on his lap, your back against his chest as he bounced you up and down. You were so fucked out, tears streaming down your cheeks, your tongue out as spit leaked from the corners of your mouth.

“Look at you, so greedy for my cock.” He smirked, pinching your nipple.

“Ryooo— I can’t-” he slapped your ass once again, making you let out a cry, feeling another orgasm coming soon.

“Close already?” He scoffed “Pathetic” you squirmed as his hand went to your clit. One hand on your throat, second on your boobs, third wrapped around your waist making you bounce and fourth on your clit.

“Haa- n-nono-“ you cried as the next orgasm hit you, squirting all around his cock and hand. Leaving you a panting and overstimulated mess.

“What a messy pussy…” he groaned as he slammed you down, cock buried so deep there was a bulge on your stomach as he filled you with his load.

You were sure you would fall down on the bed if he wasn’t holding you up. He pulled his cock out just to fill you again with his second one.

“Did you think we were done, brat?”

[artdcnaldson]

NEED art and patrick to find out I'm a virgin and offer to teach me how to kiss and how to fuck and use eachother as examples and guide me and tell me I'm doing a good job and reward me for being such a good student and come back later and quiz me to see if I remember everything they taught me ugh obsessed with them individually and as a unit

This has lived rent free in my mind for literally forever. I can’t stop thinking about it, it haunts my every waking moment.

Rating: E (18+)

Warnings: Making out, Handjob lessons, guys being pervs, not a love triangle they just all want to fuck each other

A/N: unedited bc I wrote this while on the clock okay whatever. Enjoyyyy and if u want me to continue this lmk >:)

“I think it’s sweet,” Patrick said, and you could hear the amusement in his voice, practically dripping from every syllable. “The last American virgin. You belong in a museum.”

You rolled your eyes and tossed your empty Taco Bell cup at him— the ice rattled and it leaked a puddle of condensation onto the ground. “You could try not to be a dick about it.”

Art’s dorm room was hot and sticky thanks to a faulty AC, which meant the three of you lounging on the floor by his open window, sucking down soda watered down by melted ice cubes. You were down to a T-shirt and shorts, they were down to their boxers. It wasn’t lost on you that it was an intimate situation to be in— barely dressed, crammed into the shoebox of a dorm. And of course Patrick had dug his fingers in until you admitted your secret— you had made it all the way to college totally unfucked.

Patrick leaned forward, smiling the smarmy smile that tended to wear at your last nerve. “So you’re a virgin, but like,” he leaned in, so close you could feel body heat radiating from him. He dropped his voice, just above a whisper. “How much of a virgin, really? You’ve at least gone to third, right?” You glared, but shook your head.

“Second?” Art supplied, suddenly jumping in with an eager sort of curiosity.

“What? No, I don’t even know what that means,” you admitted. You sighed before you spoke up. “I’ve only ever kissed one guy and one girl, and it was during a game of spin the bottle, like, junior year.”

“How?” Patrick asked.

Your brows furrowed. “How? I spun the bottle, it landed on the person, I leaned in, put my lips against theirs, and that was it.”

Patrick sighed. “Just fucking show me how.” He looked at you expectantly, inching even closer.

With an annoyed sigh, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his— mouth closed, lips firm. When you sat back, Patrick and Art were both grinning.

“What?” You asked with a frown.

“That’s how you kiss on the playground in elementary school,” Art said, unable to contain his laughter. “C’mere.”

You crawled forward, stopping in front of the blond. His hand settled on your jaw, coaxing you forward.

His lips met yours softly, sweetly. It was easy to lose yourself in the feeling of Art’s mouth, in the gentle brushes of his lips against yours and the way he held your face so tenderly.

The feeling of his tongue pressing against the seam of your lips was strange, but you welcomed it, letting him lick into your mouth.

Each pass of his tongue against yours drew you deeper and deeper into it, into him. You moved into his lap without realizing it, kissing him with sweet, timid laps of your tongue.

Art pulled back first, his cheeks soft and pink and so pretty. “See? That’s how you’re supposed to kiss someone. That was really good.”

You laughed softly, and moved off of his lap sheepishly. Patrick leaned forward, brushing your hair back, holding your face in his hand.

“Okay, show me what Art showed you,” he instructed, then leaned in.

Kissing Patrick was different than kissing Art. He was hungrier, more insistent. His tongue pressed into your mouth like he wanted to chart every inch. You did your best to match what he offered, to kiss the way Art had just shown you, sweetly, like you really meant it.

And you did mean it. Patrick’s hands moved along your side, up until they cupped your tits through your shirt. You moaned softly into his mouth— the sound was muffled, met with a moan of his own. He gave an experimental squeeze of your tits and you whined softly. So he did it again, amused by the pretty, sweet noises you mewled out.

Patrick was getting hard, pressing against your thigh. It was a new sensation that you were hyper aware of as you unconsciously ground yourself against him.

You pulled back first, cheeks burning hot after you remembered Art was right beside you. You tucked unkempt hair behind your ear, smiled bashfully. “How was I?”

“Good,” Patrick said.

At the same time Art supplied, “So good.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “Okay. Cool.”

Art was squirming, fidgeting, holding a pillow over his lap. Patrick was less covert— opting to openly adjust himself, drawing more attention to the fact that he was hard. You rolled your eyes and stole the nearest cup you could find, sipping at watered down Mountain Dew.

“Do you want me to leave?” You teased, raising an eyebrow. Your teeth dug into the plastic straw as you looked between the two of them.

Art stammered, mortified, but Patrick just smiled dizzyingly over at you. “I can teach you something else. You got to first base, so why don’t you steal second?”

You rolled your eyes, but heat flared behind your cheeks. Jesus Christ, he was such a smug asshole. “I still don’t know what that means,” you said, feeling a little embarrassed.

He grinned and mimed jerking off. Your eyes widened, and you laughed softly. “That would be weird,” you said, half-believing it. “Like, if I did jerk one of you off, that leaves one of you just watching.”

You glanced at Art, who looked just as interested as Patrick did, and your heart stammered nervously. “What if I show you how you do it on Art? Look at him— he’s the perfect little practice dummy.” Patrick reached over, pinching at Art’s cheek until the blond kicked his shin.

“Show me?” You echoed. “Like… you’re going to do it to him, and I do it to you?”

Patrick nodded, leaning into Art’s side, his smarmy smile dissolved into something needier. Art swallowed hard, lips parted slightly as he looked over at Patrick.

Patrick’s lips met his slowly, hungrily. You watched wide eyed as Patrick deepened the kiss, as Art eagerly accepted the other boy’s tongue into his mouth.

Patrick threw the pillow out of Art’s lap and sent it careening into the desk on the opposite side of the room. Your eyes widened at the sight of Art, hard and tenting his boxers. Patrick palmed him in his large hands making the blonde whimper into his mouth and buck up, seeking friction.

You swallowed hard, biting down on the straw as you watched Patrick tug at the elastic of Art’s boxers. Art lifted his hips to allow Patrick to tug them down his thighs, just enough to expose his cock to both of you.

“See,” Patrick gasped, leaning back from their kiss. Art chased his lips fruitlessly, mouth ajar, waiting for more. “He’s so fucking easy. Come feel.”

You moved closer, looking at Art for permission. When he nodded, you reached out, letting your fingertips graze the soft skin of his shaft. He exhaled a shuddery breath, eyes fluttering shut. Patrick’s hand covered yours, guiding you to squeeze around his length.

He was warm under your touch, silky soft, pulsing in your grip. Your heart hammered just at that— at the feel of him in your hand. “Feels nice, huh? Knowing how much he wants you.” You nodded, then slid your fist up, testing the waters. Art moaned softly, throbbed in your grip, aching for more. Patrick smiled like the cat who got the cream. “Hands off, just watch me.”

Patrick spat into his hand and replaced your hand with his own. The second Patrick curled his fingers around Art and started stroking him slowly, the blond was mewling for more. “Fuck,” he moaned, his forehead knocking against Patrick’s, mouth open, panting. “That’s good, feels good.”

You watched Patrick rub his thumb over Art’s tip, eyes widening as Art really whimpered for it, hips thrusting up into Patrick’s fist, chasing more of the pleasure the brunet offered.

“You get it now?” Patrick asked. You nodded quickly, and he tugged down his own boxers. “Fuck, okay— fucking show me.”

Your heart hammered with nerves, but you nodded. You held your hand out and spit into it, mimicking what Patrick had done before you wrapped your hand around his cock.

He felt bigger in your hands, but you didn’t say that. One, you worried it might piss Art off, and two, he didn’t need the ego boost. And he was slick, beading precum at his tip so each pass of your hands felt slicker and slicker.

And you couldn’t help but want to be an asshole. “You’re wet like a girl,” you said with a smirk, gliding your thumb over his tip.

And he was shameless, nodding with a sly grin. “That means I like you.” He panted, moaning softly. “Besides, I bet your fucking panties aren’t dry right now.”

Well, fuck. You tried to ignore the rush of heat in your belly that those words caused, to focus only on the glide of your hand on Patrick’s cock— up and down, copying his pace on Art, copying the ways he’d squeeze and twist his hand.

Art was moaning, rutting up into the tight sheath of Patrick’s fist, the muscles of his abdomen tensing and relaxing in unsteady jerks beneath his soft skin.

“Fuck— switch, switch,” Patrick said quickly. Art whined when Patrick stopped touching him, but it was ignored. “Want you to feel it when he comes.”

He guided your hand back onto Art’s cock and nodded for you to move. “Fuck, your hand’s so soft,” Art groaned. “Faster, faster, fuck—“ He was practically begging. You swallowed, increased the pace, squeezed him a little tighter.

Art was touching Patrick— jerking him off while you brought him closer and closer to finishing. Patrick leaned in, kissed you deeply, pulled Art in too until the three of you were a mess of tongues and lips and spit and hands.

Art came first— coating your hand in warm, slick cum, throbbing in your grip. He was panting into your and Patrick’s mouths, moaning softly as you continued to slowly work him through it. Patrick came next, once Art redoubled his effort, focused on making Patrick add to the mess covering your hands.

Patrick was loud, pornographic, messy. Art brought a cum covered hand between his lips, cleaning it up. Your eyes widened.

“Art, c’mon, you’re scandalizing her,” Patrick said, like you weren’t even there.

“Shut up,” you said, shoving him. He laughed and pulled his boxers back up. Art followed suit, and the three of you were left gross and sweating in the heat. You wiped your hand off on one of their discarded shirts and gave a sheepish smile.

They sat there, expectantly. Waiting for you to make the next call. There was a level of want in you, need, but the thought of asking for them to take care of it was mortifying. “Do you want to watch a movie or something now?”