#thanks for sticking around y’all it was pleasure writing this

[joelsgoldrush]

“GUILTY PLEASURE” | 8.6k

logan howlett x fem!reader

“I want this like a cigarette / Can we drag it out and never quit?” Guilty Pleasure by Chappell Roan

SUMMARY: After saving Earth-10005 from impending disaster, Wade convinces Logan, the alcoholic and easily irritated mutant, to stick around for a while. He’s convinced that nothing good can come out of this experience, until he meets you: the charming bartender with a soft spot for swearing that matches his own. Suddenly, sticking around doesn’t seem so bad after all.

WARNINGS/TAGS: smut - mdni 18+ fluff, angst, drinking, dirty talk, slow-burnish, grumpy!logan x sunshine!reader, reader is really kind but cracks a lot of jokes, age gap (25 vs 200 - they’re basically the same age), oral sex (f receiving), fingering, finger sucking, soft dom!logan, wade being the funniest asshole, logan calls reader "kiddo/kid"

AUTHOR'S NOTE: HI! first of all, i'd like to thank you for all the support you showed me on my recent post. let me just tell you that i’m LOVING writing for logan. but none of this would be possible without YOU, so yeah, i fucking love y’all.

** regarding this story, i was planning on making it even longer, but writing these two has been so much fun, and i didn’t want it to end just like that (i have attachment issues as you may infer from this note). therefore, i’ve made the decision to write a second part to this fic, which will contain fluff and other stuff (you already know the drill). i don’t know when i’ll be posting it, but i’m sure it won’t take me that long.

*** i’m also working on other one shots (purely fluff/domesticity because i want this man to cradle me in his arms). anyway, i don’t know if anyone’s going to read this, but still, all I have to say is THANK YOU FOR READING MY WORKS! i hope you really like this silly story i made up :)

**** english is not my first language so if you come across any mistakes don’t hesitate to tell me :)

special recognition to @zloshy who allowed me to rant about my own fic 😭 the sweetest human ever

The bar is far from packed, but then again, it never truly is.

Studying your regulars has become your favorite hobby. Soon you end up knowing their names, the drinks they like, and what time they come through the door. It’s what happens when standing on your own two feet and refilling glasses lose all their charm. A part of you thinks you also do it to make them feel safe. No matter how much you try to deny it, you truly care about their well-being.

Is this your dream job? Nope. Definitely not. You’re pretty sure that holding some stranger’s hair while they empty their insides wasn’t on your bingo card for this year. But sadly money doesn’t grow on trees, and university isn’t going to pay itself. Plus, this was the only job in which your resume was not immediately rejected. It should also be stressed that the drunks happen to love you. 

Perhaps this isn’t the life you had always imagined for yourself, but you were getting closer to it. You’d often talk to Adam, a retired psychologist in his seventies. He was without a doubt one of the most loyal clients you’d ever encountered. In the past, he’d even given you free advice on some of your failed hookups. You once told him that in less than two years, you’d be just like him when you got your degree in Psychology. To your surprise, he replied: “You’ll be much better than me, doll. I’m a mess, can’t you see it? You don’t wanna be like me,” his voice was hardly above a whisper as he continued. “I should be at my daughter’s birthday right now, but I didn’t get an invitation this year. Believe me, you don’t want to end up like this old man.” 

Like Adam, most of the men who frequented the bar day-to-day saw it as an opportunity to hide within the shadows. In comparison to the other pubs in the area, the one you work at doesn’t receive that much attention from the general public. A dimly lit place where only music from the 80s is allowed. You’re certain that if a health inspector ever came down here, you’d be in serious problems. But hey, you know what they say: do not worry about tomorrow; instead, live in the now.

The atmosphere of the bar shifts dramatically as the main door slams shut with a resounding thud, pulling you abruptly out of your daydreaming. You turn to see who’s arrived, but as soon as your eyes meet his, you’re compelled to look away. Nevertheless, the brief glance you catch of the stranger’s features is enough for you to unlock your phone and send a quick text to your best friend. 

You:

cutie patootie alert

there’s this really handsome guy at the bar

i don’t think i’ve ever seen him before

i think i’m in love with him

my night just got a 100% better

Allison:

age

what does he look like

is he bald?

You:

he looks like he could be in his early fifties??? it’s hard to tell UGH i wish you were here

brown hair, beard, 6’2 if i’m not wrong 

i didn’t stare at him for too long

otherwise that would’ve been very weird

and no he’s not fucking bald

that happened only once and i was not aware of that gentleman’s lack of hair 

Allison:

so you’re dating retired now

get it grandma!

You:

oh fuck you allison 

Allison: 

it’s okay girl we all have our flaws

just make sure it’s nobody’s father

wait it’s not mine right?

You:

nah your dad’s way hotter don’t you worry about it

Allison:

bitch 

Even with the music blasting through the speakers that are attached to the ceiling, you can still hear the low murmur and the whispers. The mysterious stranger seems to have attracted the attention of the other patrons, some of whom have even raised their phones to take photos. Your eyebrows draw together. Why would they do something like this, approaching the man as if he were a celebrity? Since curiosity never fails to kill the cat, you decide to get involved.

“Do I have somethin’ on my face?” you hear him ask the crowd, his raspy voice making your knees wobbly. He sounds enraged. You step on your tiptoes, trying to see what all the fuss is about, albeit it’s pretty hard considering how these men are caging him with their bodies.

The glow of a phone’s flashlight catches your attention, and suddenly, a chair is dragged without much elegance. “Enough of that, y’hear me?”

Enter you now. “Okay, gentlemen, I’m sorry. I’m gonna need you to make some space for me, alright?” you mumble as you gently push them aside. “Thank you, thank you. Y’all can be real sweethearts when you put your minds to it.”

Then you spot him, and it becomes clear why everyone is making such a fuss. 

Gary, your worst client ever, steps forward. His nasty breath clouds your senses as he rests one of his sweaty hands on your shoulder. “Doll, it’s the fucking Wolverine. Don’t ask him for a picture, though. He doesn’t seem to be in the mood for that.”

The last thing you needed to see today was a fight (despite your knowledge of who would be the winner). You locate yourself amidst them, shaking your head like a disappointed mother, so as to add a tiny bit of drama to the situation.

“Guys, what you’re doing here is completely inappropriate. I thought I’d taught you better. Imagine if I were to pull this crap on you. You wouldn’t have it.”

Adam presses his lips together, flushing a bit. “She does have a point.” 

“Thank you, peanut. You’re still my favorite,” you flash him an honest smile. Scrutinizing the rest of the men, you continue with your speech. “You can still make up for it and fill my tip jar all the way to the top. Deal?” they all scoff, barking their disagreement. “Oh, you don’t like the sound of that? Then leave him alone, okay? Class dismissed! Back to your places,” you clap your hands repeatedly, signaling them to go away. “Chop chop. All this alcohol won’t be drinking itself.”

Just like that, everything goes back to normal in the blink of an eye. Wolverine sits back down in his chair, leaning closer to the table and resting both elbows on it. He examines you, lifting his chin while his brown eyes take in every inch of you.

“Thank you,” he utters, his eyes still trained on your features. 

“No need to. It’s what I’m here for,” you point to your work clothes, which consist of an antiqued apron and a silly sticker that has your name written on it. “Can I get you anything to drink? It’s also Burger Night. You can get one for half the usual price.”

(No. It’s not fucking Burger Night. You just happen to find yourself deeply attracted to him.)

He doesn’t seem too eager to hear you talk. “Not hungry at the moment. But I could use some whiskey.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, kid. Very sure.” Well, now he does look annoyed.

“Great. I’ll be back in a minute,” you move as if you were in a race, returning to him after a hot minute. Setting his glass down on the table, you fill it with some old whiskey you don’t even know the name of. Still, he omits that detail, gulping down two-fingers of whiskey as if it were water. “I see you’re thirsty.”

“Could you leave the bottle here?” those brown puppy eyes are begging you to do as he says, and although you’d be happy to oblige, rules are rules. 

“Actually, I can’t. The bottle stays on the counter. But you can always join me at the front,” your proposal doesn’t appear to have the desired effect on him. “I won’t talk to you if that’s what you want.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” he rubs his neck, drawing a long breath as he stands up. 

You can feel many pairs of eyes searing into your soul. The others ask you for more drinks and you pour them, pricking up your ears when you hear them talking about him.

“What a weirdo. Didn’t you see it on TV? He’s not even from this universe,” Gary explains, looking for accomplices to hate on Wolverine. “Let me tell y’all something: he shouldn’t even be here. He’s fucking dead on this earth.”

Yeah… that you knew.

It had been all over the news for weeks. Some would even swear that he was back from the dead, but that was until the representatives from the TVA spoke their truth. If someone would’ve told you a month ago that multiple universes were a thing, you would’ve laughed in their face.

As if that weren’t already difficult to process, your mind does the job of reminding you that there’s a man with metal claws sitting a few meters away from you. Despite that, you can’t seem to be scared of him. There’s something magnetic about his personality and that don’t-come-near-me-or-there-will-be-consequences expression that he has. Why had you promised not to speak to him? Dammit.

“I can hear your thoughts,” a muscle in his jaw twitches after knocking back another glass of whiskey. He squeezes his eyes shut before tapping the table with two fingers, silently asking for a refill.

“I thought you didn’t want me to talk,” you raise one of your eyebrows, and you behold how the corners of his mouth turn up for an instant. “I can assure you your liver hates you.”

“Alcohol won’t kill me, so don’t be afraid. Keep ‘em coming.”

For nearly twenty minutes, he does nothing but drink. He attempts to light a cigar at some point, and you stop him. “You can’t smoke in here.”

“No special treatment?” he inquires, placing the cigar between his parted lips and tilting his head back. He’s so… dreamy. He has to know it.

“I saved your ass today. The least you can do is not cause me any trouble.”

His eyes widen at your words, blinking owlishly. “You saved my what?”

“Your goddamn ass. You were about to start a fight.”

“Blame the idiots you have for clients,” he says, jerking his thumb toward your direction. “I was just mindin’ my own business. They came for me, not the other way around.”

“Look, Wolvie. I–”

“Wolvie?” giving a bitter laugh, he rams a hand through his hair. “That’s the worst nickname I’ve heard in a long time,” he looks at you through his lashes, getting rid of his leather jacket. “It’s Logan.”

“Wow. Your name is very boybandish.”

You succeed in making him laugh once again. It’s the perfect opportunity for you to observe his face without feeling like you were just about to get caught. He has deep creases and worry lines etched between his eyebrows, a brown beard that perfectly frames his jaw, and a few white hairs scattered in his sideburns. Pearly teeth that go hand in hand with one of the most impeccable smiles you’ve ever seen, and a pair of brown eyes that make you feel weak in the knees. You know for a fact that he’s a lot older than you; his exact age remains a mystery, but his appearance is enough for you to start fantasizing.

Shit, you want him. You should feel sickened by the mere thought of being with him. He was born God knows when, has lived hundreds of years. Still, the idea of tracing his cheekbones with your fingers while lying on his chest doesn’t leave you. This is fucked up. You are fucked up. A fucked up Psychology student. The joke is pretty much self-explanatory.

“So this is where you’ve been hiding, you preening slut. Can’t even bother to answer my calls now?”

The tension between you shatters like a glass dropped onto the floor. He doesn’t dare to look in the direction of the owner of that voice, not even as the seat next to him gets taken. He pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Wade, what the hell are you doin’ here?”

“It hasn’t been exactly easy, raising our kid on my own. I don’t even have money to hire a babysitter, Lo. I spent nine months carrying your child, and for what? You end up going after a bartender,” the masked man turns to you, giving a sly wink. “No offense, baby. You must be a real sweetheart. In fact, do you want my number? The name’s Wade, but you can call me whatever you like.”

“You dumb fuck. Are you flirtin’ with her?”

“No shit, smartass. You’re the future of this country.”

A soft giggle escapes you despite your attempt to hold it back. You take a step back, admiring the two men. “Well, aren’t you two a beautiful couple?”

“You should see our little munchkin. He’s got my eyes and Logan’s hair. His first word was gubernatorial.”

“Would you like to have a drink while you’re here?”

“A beer would be great. Thank you, sugarbear. You’re the cutest,” Wade sinks back into his chair, resting his chin on his palm. He jerks his head in Logan’s direction, bumping his shoulder. “She’s the cutest. Are you two together?”

Logan rubs his forehead, speaking through gritted teeth. “How did you find me?”

“It's the power of love, baby. I had It’s All Coming Back To Me Now on repeat for hours. Couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

Handing Wade a cold beer, your eyes scan Logan’s face. “I didn’t know patience was your strongest suit.”

“Me neither.”

“Enough of that! I can’t stand not being included in a conversation,” Wade throws his hands in the air, and you look at him. “There you are. So, what about you? Are you even allowed to be here? Did bars change their policies?”

You can’t help but snort. “I’m 25.”

Wade looms closer, lowering his voice. “Now that I think about it, you could totally be Logan’s caretaker. He’s been having some issues recently, given his age. Do you… know anything about adult diapers?”

But then Logan’s face contorts, turning crimson. He rises from his seat, grabbing Wade’s arm. “That’s it. We’re leavin’,” his eyes lock on you for a moment. “How much do I owe you?”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s on the house.”

The things you’re willing to do for a man, right? You should be ashamed of yourself.

(But you aren’t.)

His mouth hangs open in disbelief. “Kiddo, are you–”

“Completely sure,” you finish his sentence for him, bowing your head and clasping your arms behind your body. A tight-lipped smile takes over you. “Just don’t tell my boss.”

Wade shifts his gaze back and forth between Logan and you. “I usually don’t mind third-wheeling, but I sort of feel left out.”

“I’m gonna sew your mouth shut, Wade.”

“Oh, come on! I was just making small talk,” the masked man tries to excuse himself while Logan pushes him towards the door. “It was a pleasure meeting you, sunshine. I’m free on Thursdays. Hit me up if his whiskey dick fails to impress you! Mine’s way more agile and young!”

As you watch them leave the bar, you remain frozen in your place amidst the clamor of ongoing chatter and clinking glasses.

What the fuck had just happened?

“Patrick’s normally the first one to get wasted during weekends,” you explain to the blonde woman sitting in front of you, and she writes that information down in her notebook. “He can usually handle himself, but at some point, he’ll try to call his ex-wife, and that’s when you know you need to stop serving him.”

She clicks her tongue, the color draining out of her face. “This is… definitely a lot to remember. I think I already forgot half of what you said.”

You shake your head, shoving your hands in your pockets. “You’ll get used to it, believe me. I’ll be with you at all times, so if you have any doubts, just ask me.”

After a whole year of working solo at the bar, you finally get to have a coworker: Gwen, a mother of two teenagers in her forties. You had met her at the grocery store, and in the process of helping her find a specific brand of cookies, you found out that she had recently lost her job. One thing led to another, and now she’s your trainee.

Your savior complex strikes again!

It has been four days since your first encounter with Logan. The thought that he could show up at any moment makes your heart race and your hands sweat. Allison had received countless voice messages where you narrated the entire experience in full detail. 

Touching your arm softly, Gwen’s face lights up. “Another man came in. Is he a regular? I don’t think you told me about him.”

Fuck, it’s him. Manifesting does work wonders. He locks eyes with you and raises a hand in greeting.

“Leave this one to me,” you tell her as your feet take you to where Logan’s sitting, contemplating the way in which his leather jacket hugs his wide frame. “Long time no see.”

“Hey, kid,” he grins. “What’s up?”

“Nothing much. Nobody has puked yet, so that’s a good thing,” you crinkle your nose, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. “Whiskey?”

“You know me so well,” a smirk takes place in his lips, and he smiles cockily. “Though this time, I won’t be leavin’ without payin’.”

“We’ll see about that,” you go back to your usual spot behind the counter, looking for a glass. Your cheeks kind of hurt from smiling so hard. Next to you, Gwen studies your reaction to seeing Logan. “Is that your boyfriend?”

You almost drop the whiskey bottle. “God, no. He’s not my boyfriend. Barely know the guy.”

“It’s funny,” she says, raising her eyebrows with a knowing look, as if she knows something you don’t. “He hasn’t stopped looking at you since he arrived.”

“It’s probably because of this,” you reply, lifting the bottle in her direction before pouring a small amount into a glass. Just as you’re about to walk over to him, a girl slides into the sit beside him, her long blonde hair swept up in a ponytail. She’s wearing a stunning red dress and black heels. You wonder if she’s a model, because she certainly looks like one.

Her hand creeps up his arm, fingernails scraping against the worn leather. Although Logan’s expression is hard to read, he doesn’t even flinch.

“You know what? Here’s his drink– You take care of it. I’ll stay here,” you don’t give Gwen a chance to talk back, instead staying behind the bar, engaging in small talk with other clients. 

“Doll, are you okay?” Adam asks you after noticing you struggling to open a beer bottle. He takes it from your hands and opens it with ease. “There you go.”

“Thank you, Adam. I’m fine, never been better. Why you ask?

“You sure?”

“Affirmative.”

“You mixed up our drinks,” he explains in his most psychologist-like voice. “This never happens to you. Michael has my wine, and I’ve got his martini.”

“Fuck! I’m so sorry. I just— I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” you chew on your bottom lip, rubbing your temples. “I feel stupid.”

“Oh, please. Don’t say that. You’re far from being stupid,” he sits up straight, reaching for your fingers and giving them an apologetic squeeze. “If you ask me, I think you’ve got your mind on someone else,” he must notice how you visibly get tense because he adds: “Remember: I know when you’re lying. You didn’t charge him the other day, which means that you must really like him,” taking a tentative sip of the martini he didn’t even ordered, Adam shrugs. “I’m a great observer. That’s all.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you see the blonde girl from before returning to where her friends are chatting. Logan is left alone, and you watch him grab his glass and head towards the counter.

“As I said, your mind’s somewhere else,” Adam sighs, a tiny smirk tugging at his lips. “Go get your man. I’ll survive.”

“Not my man. But thanks, older-and-wiser-version-of-cupid.”

Pretending not to have seen Logan, you continue with your work. He remains silent for some minutes before finally saying: “Hi.”

Hi? It sounds so out of character for him.

“Hey, claws,” you force a smile, still avoiding to meet his gaze. “Do you need anything?”

Logan points to his empty glass, like a toddler asking for more cereal. “I also wanted to talk to you.”

“I thought you were busy over there,” you say, surprisingly managing to sound nonchalant, despite the jealousy bubbling underneath your friendly tone. “Did you get her number?”

“What? No.”

“Why not? She’s cute.”

Yeah, maybe you don’t sound as collected as you think.

Whether Logan notices it or not, he chooses not to mention it. He folds his arms over his chest, fixing his brown eyes on you. “I’m not interested.”

“And what is it that interests you, champ?” your question elicits a low chuckle from him. Just as he opens his mouth to seemingly reply, Gwen appears out of nowhere to ask you about the price of a certain drink. Your gaze shifts between her and Logan, who remains focused on you while sipping his drink.

After that, Gwen leaves. The man in front of you goes poker-faced, pursing his lips, and his abrupt change in demeanor alarms you. “Wade wants to have dinner tomorrow at his apartment– well, our apartment. I live with him now. It’s complicated,” he adds with a dismissive wave of his hand, and you laugh. “Anyway, he asked me to tell you that you’re invited. I know we don’t know each other that much, but… he said you seem like someone worth havin’ around,” he mumbles awkwardly, eyes downcast. “I think the same as well.”

You could die at peace.

“You’re a lucky fucker because I don’t work on Sundays,” you quip, smiling. “I’d be more than happy to attend your feast.”

“Great. I thought you would turn down the invitation.”

“Now why would you think that?”

“‘Cause you barely know me– us,” he corrects himself rapidly. “Plus, Wade’s annoying as hell when he puts his mind to it. You’ll see.”

“Marital problems?” he actually in response. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’. Oh, I’ll bring the dessert.”

“You don’t have to.”

“But I do want to,” you tilt your head in an effort to hide your longing for him.

“Just want to get under my skin, huh? I can see why Wade likes you,” Logan beams, reaching out to tuck a $100 bill into the pocket of your apron. “The tip’s included.”

“I don’t know how things work in your universe, but you’re giving me way more money than you’re supposed to. I can't accept this.”

“Oh, but you will,” his gravelly voice fucks your system up, and you’re glad he can’t see how you squeeze your legs together behind the bar.

He writes down Wade’s address on a random napkin, holding his breath as he stands up. “I should get goin’. See you tomorrow then.”

Before he walks out the door, you stop him. “Logan? You didn’t answer my other question.”

His back shakes momentarily with laughter. Turning around to face you, his stare leaves you even more confused. “Good night, doll.”

This is becoming a habit: every time he goes away, you feel as though you’ve just run a marathon with no water available. Your mouth is completely dry, your fingers are numb and there’s a knot in your stomach that’s becoming all too familiar.

“Would you mind telling me where you got him?” Gwen’s voice makes you almost jump out of your skin.

“He’s not from around here. I think he’s Canadian.”

You’ve got this. You’ve got this. You’ve got this.

Knocking softly on Wade’s door, you step back, the container holding the tiramisu cold to your touch. It’s your first time trying out this recipe, so you’re expecting it to at least not taste like shit.

Wade answers the apartment door, acting surprised when you remain silent. “Well, look what the wind blew in: if it isn’t my husband’s lover. How dare you? We’re still going to couples therapy.”

You show him the container, and he squints at it. “Tiramisu. You want it or not?”

“I hate twenty-somethings,” he says with a defeated sigh, stepping aside to let you into the apartment. 

Leaving your purse on the nearest surface, you scan the living room, wondering where Logan might be. There’s a small mirror beneath the couch, and you check yourself for the hundredth time tonight. “Don’t get too excited. He’s still showering,” Wade’s voice rings in your ears, and you turn to look at him, your eyebrows knitted. “Yeah. I noticed. You’re already drooling over that big piece of metal between his legs.”

“Keep quiet!” you cover his mouth with your palm, noticing the scarred state of his skin up close. “Wade, you fucking dog. Are you licking my hand?”

“Couldn’t help it. You taste like mascarpone cheese and espresso.”

Then Logan emerges from the bathroom, with only a white towel draped around his waist. Droplets of water fall from his wet hair, tracing the muscle of his abs, ending somewhere beneath his happy trail. Your eyes keep flickering between him and his torso until he clears his throat. “I thought you were comin’ later.”

“Me too, but I…,” you trail off, your brain struggling to catch up, “I didn’t know what else to do at my place.”

“It’s fine. Just– let me put on some clothes.”

“Please don’t,” Wade murmurs next to you, but Logan only scoffs. “I was just being honest. Communication is key.”

When Wade and you are alone again, he lets out a harsh breath. “That was probably the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. My pants are really tight right now.”

“Thin walls, buddy!” Logan shouts from his bedroom, earning a laugh from you. 

Like A Prayer starts playing. Wade moves his hips to the beat, getting lost in the melody. “Is that your phone?”

“Yeah, but I always take a few seconds to dance to it. Such a banger!” he says, then picks up his phone, accepting the call. “Hey, Ness! What´s up?” Wade covers the speaker before telling you: “It’s Vanessa. My ex-girlfriend. We fuck once a week, sometimes even twice.”

From behind, Logan nudges your arm with his, looking at you. ”Hey, kid.”

“No, I’m not busy at all,” Wade exclaims, grabbing his crotch and thrusting into the air. “I’ll be there in ten, cupcake. See you,” he spreads his arms wide and whistles. “Someone’s getting laid tonight!”

“You made me come all the way here… and now you’re leaving?”

“What? My friend Wolverine wanted to invite you over. I just had to provide the apartment,” in one quick movement, he presses a kiss to your cheek, then does the same to Logan. “Shave yourself, will you?”

“Go fuck yourself, will you?”

“Love you too, honey. Hope you two lovebirds have a good night, because I know I will!”

Wade throws a wink over his shoulder before heading out, the apartment going dead silent. Logan and you stand frozen, staring at each other, although he quickly drops his gaze, unable to maintain eye contact. A giggle threatens to escape you: he wanted to see you. Could he possibly enjoy your company as much as you enjoy his?

Logan watches the spot where Wave had just been. The absence of his chaotic energy makes the room feel strangely empty now. He coughs lightly, the sound awkwardly loud in the quiet room.

“So... I, uh, bought pizza,” he says, his voice a little too casual, as if trying to cover up his nervousness. Averting his eyes, he focuses on the pizza boxes on the table.

You catch the hesitation in his tone, your curiosity piqued by his discomfort. Tilting your head, a teasing smile forms on your lips. “Pizza, huh? You sure know how to impress a girl.”

Logan chuckles, the sound strained, as he scratches the back of his neck. “Yeah, well, I figured it was a safe choice. Didn’t want to ruin it, y’know?”

You move closer to the table, the warmth from the pizza boxes radiating against your hands as you open one of them. The rich smell of melted cheese and pepperoni fills the air, a comforting scent that makes your stomach growl softly. “Thank you. I’m a big fan of pizza.”

He sits in the chair across from you, taking a bite of his slice. You watch him quietly, your own thoughts churning. The truth of his origins had been a shock at first, but now, it just made you want to know more about the man. What was his life like in the other universe? Did he miss it? Was he happier here, or was he longing to return?

“Logan…,” you begin, your tone gentle but probing, “Can I ask you something?”

He glances up at you, eyes widening. There’s something in your eyes –an understanding, maybe– that makes him feel like you could see right through him. 

“Sure,” he replies, trying to sound more at ease than he really feels. “Ask away.”

You hesitate for a moment, not wanting to push too hard. “I was wondering... would it be okay if I asked you some questions? About, you know, your life. Where you're from.”

The bite of pizza suddenly feels heavy in his mouth. He hadn’t talked much about his world, not even with Wade. Partly because it was too painful, and partly because he wasn’t sure how to explain how things turned out for him. He nods slowly, setting his slice down. “Yeah, it's okay. I’ll answer what I can.”

“I just... I want to understand you better.”

“Well, first and foremost, I’m no hero. You should know that by now.”

“I beg to differ.”

“Kid, I’m the worst Logan. A complete failure. Of all the variants out there, Wade just had to pick the one despised by every living soul on his earth,” Logan looks away, his voice low and heavy. You’re wondering if doing this was a good idea. “I need a drink.”

He gets up and you follow him into the kitchen. He rummages through the fridge, in search of a cold beer. Meanwhile, you attempt to find the right words. “I don’t think–”

With a sharp flick of his wrist, three metal claws sprout from between his knuckles. A gasp catches in your throat as he uses his claws to pierce the beer can, drinking from the punctured holes. Once he’s done, he goes back to staring at you. Your gaze, on the other hand, is still glued to the now-empty beer can. “What?” he asks, exhaling slowly.

“That was completely unnecessary,” you mutter, and he lets out a bitter chuckle, tossing the can into the trash. “But, back to what you said before– I don’t think you’re the worst Logan.”

“You didn’t know me back then, darlin’. I fucked it up,” he leans against the counter, arms crossed defensively over his chest. “Like the Logan from this universe, I once belonged to the X-Men too. I remember that Scott used to beg me to wear my suit. So did Jean, Storm, Beast– All of them,” his gaze grows more distant, and you can tell that memories are flooding his mind. “Wanted me to be part of the team, but I wouldn’t do it. Told them they looked fucking ridiculous.”

The pizza’s long forgotten. You take the risk and get a bit closer to him, your eyes never leaving his. 

Logan’s silence stretches for a moment before he speaks again. “One day, while I was off on my own, the humans came. They went mutant hunting.”

Your heart clenches at the pain in his voice. He still remembers everything as if it had happened yesterday. “I can guess the rest. You don’t have to–”

But he cuts you off. “No, let me say it. I need to say it,” he takes a deep breath, lowering his head. “By the time I stumbled home, shit-faced from the bar, it was too late. They were dead. They called after me and I walked away.”

Reaching out, your hand gently brushes against his. He doesn’t pull away, but instead searches for your eyes. “My suit's all I've got to remind me of who they were. What I did. I found them and they were… dead. I started killing, and I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop. I turned the whole world against the X-Men.”

You tighten your grip on his hand, knowing there’s nothing you can do to change how he feels. “You’re not a bad person, Logan,” he shakes his head, mumbling something you can’t quite catch. “I mean it. What happened back then doesn’t define you. You took the blame for their deaths upon yourself. I can tell you loved them deeply, and I’ll never fully understand the pain you feel. I wish I could. I wish I could take it away, make you forget somehow, but I can’t. That’s not how life works. But you got your second chance: you saved this world. My world,” gently cupping his face in your hands, you allow your fingers to caress his cheeks. He leans into your touch, watching you with half-lidded eyes. “You’re my hero. I’m your biggest fan– after Wade, obviously, which is a lot to say.”

He grins, letting out a laugh. “Easy there, bub.”

“Should I give you some space?”

That’s the last thing he wants from you right now. You already know that as he looks you up and down, placing his hands on the small of your back, his thumbs drawing small circles on your skin. There’s no turning back– The warmth between you feels almost like a fever dream. “For a long time, all I wanted was to disappear. I couldn’t stand waking up every morning, knowing that another day awaited me.”

“And what happened?” your breath mingles with his, his closeness becoming nearly intoxicating. “What changed?”

“I met a pretty girl at a pub, that’s what happened,” he murmurs, his dilated pupils flicking up to meet your gaze. “I’m gonna kiss you now.”

“Do all your kisses come with a warning?”

“God, do you ever shut up?”

You don’t have time to respond because he kisses you there and then. His stubble scrapes your skin as your mouths meet again and again, needy hands that hold you as if you were prone to breaking. Logan licks into your mouth, sliding his tongue against yours and swallowing every one of your whimpers.

“So this is what it takes to shut you up, huh?” he murmurs against your lips. You can feel him smiling, and it makes your heart skip a beat. 

“Keep talking and you won’t get a single bite of my tiramisu,” you tease him, kissing him again, the taste of beer numbing your senses. “I really like kissing you.”

“The feeling’s mutual, but now that you’ve mentioned that tiramisu…”

“Am I that easily replaced?”

“No. You’re just a pain in the ass.”

Jokes aside, you’re as happy as a clam.

Since that night you and Logan kissed, you’ve been living your best life. Like a freaking schoolgirl with a crush. Some things never seem to change.

He hasn’t been to the bar in three days. Yes, you’re counting them. No, you haven’t lost your mind. You want to see him, but there’s something about making the first move that gives you the chills. What would his reaction be if you showed outside of apartment?

It’s been a long time since you’ve been with anybody. On top of that, all the guys you’ve dated were your age. Being with someone that older than you certainly wasn’t no your plans. You’d be lying if you said that the mere idea of being with him in that way didn’t excite you.

Oh boy, you miss him. You miss his scruffy voice, his gorgeous hair. And you two aren’t even official yet. To be honest, you don’t even know what he wants from you. Is he even the type to be in a relationship?

“Nighty night, gentlemen,” you say to Gary and his friends as you find yourself in front of them, smoothing your apron. Gwen had called in sick tonight, so it’s just you at the bar babysitting a bunch of grown-men.

“What’s up, doll? You’ve forgotten about us. We miss you coming in here to chat,” Gary’s eating his burger at the same time he speaks, something you find repulsive, but you’ve seen worse. “Y’know, I’d love to take you out someday. I have a place you’d like.”

The other men laugh and punch him in the back, just boosting his ego. Pathetic. 

“I’ll let you know when I’m free,” you reply with the most polite smile you can offer, intending to go on. “What are you having tonight?”

“You always pull that shit, baby. I don’t think you’re so busy that you can’t accept a date.”

You hate the way he’s looking at you, as if you were wrong for not being interested. As if you didn’t know any better.

“You’re reading minds now? Shocking, Gary.”

“Oh, doll. That attitude of yours shows you’ve never been with a real man like me, that’s all,” he leans back in his chair, resting one of his arms on the table and the other one near his crotch, manspreading. “It’s alright. I like you bratty.”

“I’ll be back when you finally have something to order,” you attempt to turn around but he grabs your wrist, pulling you closer. Your eyes lock, and he seems to enjoy this: being in control. Like a predator hunting his prey. “Come on, Gary. I don’t want to have to kick you out.”

“It’s not that you don't like me, right? You’ve already got your mouth full.”

“Careful.”

“What? Don’t tell me you’re not fucking that useless mutant. I see you like ‘em older. Pretty little things like you drive me wild.”

You laugh in his face, showing him your teeth. “It was never about your age, Gary. You’re right: I do like them older. I’m just not into bald, vertically-challenged pricks.”

His entourage of idiots goes silent after that. He looks up at you, eyes burning with hatred. His grip on your wrist tightens, probably leaving a mark. “Fucking bitch.”

“Get your hands off her.”

Logan’s voice forces the two of you to look in his direction. It seems that he’s just arrived at the pub, his jacket still on. 

“You joining us? We’re just getting started here, big boy.”

“Did you not hear me?” Logan lunges forward, his nose almost touching Gary’s. “The fuck is wrong with you?”

“Easy there, cowboy. I’m just having a chat with your girl. She’s one of the good ones, I’ll give you that,” arching a sly brow, his forehead puckers. “You don’t like sharing? We can even take turns.”

Logan clenches his jaw, lips set in a grim line. “Say one more word, and I’ll fucking kill you.”

“I’ll give you a full sentence instead: can you even get it up?” 

The tension in the air is thick, every second stretching out as Logan's anger simmers dangerously close to the surface. Gary’s smug grin only makes it worse, pushing him to the edge. Before you can react, Logan’s fist swings forward, connecting with Gary’s jaw with a sickening crack. Gary staggers back, realising your wrist. Blood seeps from his nose, his white shirt becoming stained with it. “You fucker! You broke my nose!”

“We’re just getting started here, big boy,” Logan mocks him, repeating his previous words.

“Stop!” you shout, moving quickly to grab his arm, trying to pull him back. But he’s beyond hearing, his rage blinding him to everything else. He shakes you off, and with a fierce growl, drives another punch into Gary’s stomach. The latter doubles over, gasping for air, the wind knocked out of him. He then falls to the floor, curling into a ball. People start to gather around you, and soon your beloved bar becomes a box ring.

“That’s enough, Logan! He’s barely conscious,” you murmur under your breath, stepping between them, hands up in a desperate attempt to create some space. Logan pauses, chest heaving, fists still clenched, as he finally looks at you. The wildness in his eyes starts to fade, replaced by a dawning realization of what he’s done.

“He deserved it,” he nods vigorously to himself, as if trying to explain his point. “He was hurting you.”

“If you keep that up, you’re going to kill him. My bar is not a fucking cemetery,” your voice trembles a little bit, expecting to talk some sense into him. “I won’t let you do this.”

The room is quiet now, the only sound being Logan’s heavy breathing as he stands there, still tense, still processing. You turn to Gary’s friends, cold fury in your eyes. “Get him out of here,” you watch as they haul him up, practically dragging him to the door. The other clients continue to stare at Logan, their mouths hanging open. “Everybody out, right now! Go home. We’re closing earlier tonight.”

Adam is the last person to leave, slamming the door behind him. You rush to the counter, searching for a mop to clean the fresh blood off the floor. Still agitated, the images of Logan hitting Gary flash in your mind. He approaches you from behind, his fingers circling your forearm. “Bub–”

“Don’t. Now is not the time.”

“I was protecting you.”

“I told you to stop, and you didn’t. You just shook me off,” you snap, glancing at his knuckles which are not even bruised. Slamming your eyes shut, you get to your feet and wash your hands in the sink, the remaining water becoming reddish for a moment.

Logan moves closer, resting his chin on your shoulder. He wraps his arms lazily around your middle section. ”I’m sorry.”

You turn in his arms, your back flushed against the sink and your nose in the air. “Why didn’t you call me?”

“I don’t have a phone.”

“But– Jesus, Logan. You could’ve come sooner. I thought you regretted what happened the other day,” you say and the muscles in his face twitch, his body stiffening at your words. “Thought you no longer wanted me.”

“No, bub. I– I still want you. I want all of you, trust me,” he murmurs, and you allow him to press his body against yours, the scent of the cigar he must have smoked recently enveloping your senses. “I just… don’t know how to do this. I have a habit of ruining things, and I’m trying to figure out the best way to be with you without hurting you.”

“Pushing me away also hurts,” your eyes flick up to meet his gaze again, and he whispers under his breath. “I can’t read your mind. You need to tell me what’s going on in that ancient skull of yours.”

His face falters, flashing you a mischievous look. His hand creeps under the fabric of your shirt, fingernails scrapping against your spine. “I’m sorry, princess. I truly am.”

“You can’t just say ‘sorry’ with that voice and expect me to–”

You’re cut off by his lips crashing down onto yours. You melt into the kiss, unable to deny what your body has been craving for the past days. 

“I thought your kisses came with a warning,” you say, detaching your mouth from his, a smile spreading uncontrollably in your face as you see his toothy grin.

“Shut up and kiss me, will you?”

In a clash of tongues and teeth, your mouths meet once again. Tugging the hair at his nape, you feel him growl against your lips. His strong hands trace every curve of your body, kneading the flesh of your hips and undoing the knot at the back of your apron. You’re becoming one with the sink, but in a moment like this, you couldn’t care less. Logan’s hard on nudges your lower stomach, and he ruts against you like an animal.

“You said you wanted to know what’s on my mind, right?” his teeth nibble on the skin of your neck, syrupy voice going straight to your core. “Well, I’d love nothing more than to touch you right now.”

“Right here? On the counter?”

“Yeah, on the fucking counter,” he grabs you by your thighs, hosting you up and placing your body on top of the cold bar. He nudges your knees apart, his bulge meeting your clothed cunt deliciously. “Will you let me, baby? Can I make you come in here?”

“Please. I’m glad we have such a low budget. Camera installment is t–too expensive these days.”

“Do you always talk this much?” he slowly unbuttons your pants, and you help him to remove them.

“Yes. Next question,” your breath hitches in your throat as you feel the pad of his thumb circling your clit through your panties. Your eyelids drop, your head lolling back. “Fuck, that feels good.”

Logan hums, mesmerized with the way your hips roll into his hand, your whimpers sounding like music to his ears. “You have any idea how I felt when I saw him touching you? Wanted to rip his hands off you,” his eyes drift to your chest, how it rises and falls with impatience. “But it’s me who gets to have you like this. He can fantasize about you all he wants: I’m the only one who touches you, ain’t I right?” you sigh with content as his fingers graze your slit, aimlessly bucking your hips. He doesn’t go any further, and you tug at the collar of his flannel, needing more of his callousand hands on you. “Nuh-uh. You want something, you gotta use your words. Got it?”

“I w–want your fingers inside me,” you don’t even recognize your own voice at this point. The few guys you had slept with had never been very talkative during sex. But Logan isn’t like them. This is just the beginning and you’re already starting to realize that he has a dirty mouth, that expectant look on his face as he waits to see your reaction to his words. “Please, Logan. I want you so bad.”

“Oh, I know, bub. There’s something about me I don’t think you know,” he inserts one of his fingers in your cunt, your slick coating the palm of his hand. “These claws I have… they didn’t come on their own. Let’s just say my sense of smell is… pretty good,” Logan can almost see the gears turning in your head as you try to think coherently. He moves his middle finger in and out of you, stretching your walls. “And you… have been wet ever since the first time you saw me. Always nice to everybody, making sure they feel at ease,” you feel like you’re being stretched even further, another one of his fingers sinking into your warm pussy. “But you’re so needy, too. How long has it been since someone touched you like this?”

“Too long, f–fuck. Too long,” you’re squirming, a totally whiny mess. He retratcs his wet fingers and instead goes back to flicking your clit, this time with much less delicacy. His left hand squeezes your tits, and you hate the fact that you’re still wearing clothes. “Shit, Logan. I need you to fuck me. Please. Need your cock.”

His face comes to rest at your neck, and you feel lingering kisses and bites that keep you grounded to earth. “Not here. I need a bed to fuck you properly. You’re only getting my fingers now,” he positions them inches away from your entrance, testing your patience. “Tell me who owns this pussy.”

“L-logan–”

“Tell me and I’ll make you come,” his husky voice is making you dizzy, tears shimmering in your eyes. “Come on. Know you want it as much as I do.”

You succumb to the tentation, like divinity turned to sin. He kisses you roughly, and you struggle to find the correct words. “It’s you, Logan. You own my pussy. It’s f-fucking yours.”

With that, he goes back to nudging that spot that makes you see starts, that filthy squelching sound getting mixed up with your moans. The knot in your belly keeps growing tighter the more he pumps his fingers in and out of you. 

“I said you were only getting my fingers for now, but fuck… I need to gest a taste of this sweet cunt.”

He’s on his knees in an instant, urging your legs apart to make room for his body. Your thighs tighten around his face as he licks a hot stripe up your folds, tracing a heated path on your cunt, not wishing to waste a single second. Pleasure builds quickly, your breath hitching as your hands find their way into his hair, pulling him closer when your body begins to tremble. 

“I’m close,” you pant, breathing hard, grinding your hips against his face. “I’m so close.”

“That’s it. Come in my mouth like the good girl you are.”

Who had given him a damn script for this?

The release is explosive. Like the peak of a roller coaster: you go up up up, ascending higher. You think you almost see Jesus, but at some point, you also have to crash down with force. Your shoulders slump, your entire body cramping up; yet he doesn’t let you go that easily, his fingers still working, scissoring within you while you ride out the final waves of your high, drawing out every last moment of ecstasy.

Once you finally manage to open your eyes, there he is, staring down at you. He taps your lower lip with his fingers, and then mutters: “Open.”

And you do, because you’re just as messed up as he is. Your mouth parts, and he slides his fingers between your lips, dragging them smoothly across your tongue. His knuckles brush the back of your throat, and you gag around the intrusion, tasting yourself. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, clearly satisfied with the way you’ve cleaned them off.

“I think we should really pay a visit to your apartment,” he suggests, groaning in defeat, and you feel his bulge poking your hip. He must be painfully hard. “I meant what I said earlier. I need a bed if we’re going to fuck. My back’s hurting.”

You raise an eyebrow, the corner of your mouth curving into a smirk. “Why not go to yours?”

“Wade’s in there. I wouldn’t be able to concentrate.”

You can’t help but laugh, pausing a moment to collect your thoughts, heat rising to your cheeks. “So we’re going rodeo?”

Aiming to silence up, Logan kisses you, pinching your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Only if you can handle it.”

part 2: “GIVE ME THE FIRST TASTE”

dividers by: @cafekitsune thank you!!! :)

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ — Summers Of Pandora ᝰ Day 1 - Age Gap

Artists — Tonowari x fem!Sully!reader

Lyrics — After a long day of Olo’eyktan duties, you help Tonowari unwind by giving him something special and a little thank you for allowing you into the clan.

Music Advisory — nsfw content, porn w/ plot, implied secret relationship, implied age gap (reader in early 20’s / Tonowari in late 30’s or early 40’s), handjob & blowjob, p in v, Sully!reader (oldest daughter of Jake and Neytiri)

Duration — 2.3k words

Index — Yawntutsyìp - Darling • Olo’eyktan - Clan Leader • Yawne - Beloved

Words from Artist — July 1st first is finally here and I’m so excited to share my contribution to me and @neteyamsoare’s event with you guys! I hope all of you enjoy me and Sia’s event and I can’t wait to read everyone’s creations! I haven’t written smut for Tonowari since I first started my blog so I really enjoyed writing this fic because I’m truly a Tonowari girl! Always feel free to comment and reblog, I love reading y’all reactions! I hope you enjoy!!

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You can feel Tonowari’s eyes burning a hole into your head as he looks down at you sitting beautifully on your knees as your hands are exploring his lower region and your lips are pressing soft kisses along his meaty thighs. As your dainty fingers start untying the man’s loincloth he can feel his heart about to jump out his chest, his breathing starting to become irregular, and his eyes begin to widen and his pupils start to dilate as his animalistic urges start to arise.

“Yawntutsyìp,” his voice is soft and breathy, you can hear the desire that quivers in his tone which stems from the trail of reddened hickeys you're currently leaving along his skin. “W-What are you doing?”

Seeing how this big powerful man is practically like putty in your hands and you’ve barely done anything yet makes a cocky smirk spread across your lips. You lift your head up a little and gaze into his blue eyes while you toss his loincloth to the side and guide him from his wooden chair to the woven mat on the floor. Once he’s comfortable you get back in your earlier position, on your knees and you finally give his cock the attention it’s begging for. It’s rock solid and ready to be touched, his tip is oozing with precum and you notice it twitching with anticipation every few moments.

“I’m taking care of you, Tonowari. You’ve worked so hard today so I want to help you unwind.” Before he has a chance to respond you stick out your wet tongue and give his tip a little lick, letting the salty beads of precum settle on your tastebuds. The intense gaze you’re giving him along with the feeling of your hand moving up and down his lengthy shaft makes his body tremble.

“You d-don’t have to-”

“But I want to, consider this me showing my appreciation for accepting me and my family into your clan.” Ever since you and your family came to Awa’atlu months ago you've had eyes for the mighty Olo’eyktan. It was easy for you to get close to him since he was friends with your father and once you had him hooked on your personality, charisma, and beauty he couldn’t let you go no matter how much he tried to turn the other way due to your age difference. It started off innocent in the beginning and recently it’s turned physical which leads you to this moment, you giving him the pleasure he deserves.

The veins on his underside are prominent and throbbing, you can feel how defined they are becoming with each stroke. Tonowari shudders at the sudden sensation of your pretty plump lips wrapping around his tip and making its way down his shaft, making it your mission to take all of him. The older man’s eyes widen as he watches his cock disappear into your warm, wet mouth. His tip continuously hits the back of his throat and when you gag softly around him a low groan escapes his lips. You begin to move your head up and down, sucking him off just the way he likes and swirling your tongue delicately around his tip, making Tonowari’s soul feel like it’s leaving his body.

“Eywa, woman.” He curses through a whine, throwing his head back and closing his eyes while he moves his hand to the back of your head and tangling his fingers in your hair. You hum around his cock in content, loving the sounds you’re hearing come out of him. Using one of your unoccupied hands you start caressing his balls, slowly and softly massaging them to give him a new form of pleasure. The feeling of your voice vibrating makes his body spasm and his hips buck up and force his cock deeper down your throat, causing you to gag again. “Fuck…” The foreign word slips off his tongue, something he learned from you after you taught him human words and how they can be used.

You can feel him swell and throb in your mouth, that along with his choice of wording tells you that he’s close but you’re not done with him yet so you pull away, allowing his cock to slip out with a soft pop. When Tonowari opens his eyes and notices you trying to untie your loincloth and having trouble loosening the strings he uses his large hands and strong muscles to just rip the loincloth in half and toss it to the side. “Eager, are we?” You say with a little laugh, thinking it’s funny how impatient he is to feel you around him.

“I am always eager when you are the prize.” His comment causes a purple hue to tint your cheeks, making you feel special that he feels that way about you. You climb on top of him, straddling his hips before slowly lowering yourself onto him. Tonowari takes the lead and aligns his tip against your dripping entrance and slowly fills your hole with his length. When you feel him slide into you an unexpected gasp comes out, loving the way he stretches you out.

A mixture of a whine and growl fills the room from your partner, loving the wetness of your core, the tightness of your pussy, and the sweet smell that's emitting from your slick. All of these elements combined are causing the older man to see stars. This is the first time both of you have engaged in sexual intercourse together and he assumed that your pussy would be great because you were so skilled with oral sex but he didn’t know that pussy would be this amazing, it’s practically sucking him in and he’s loving every second of it.

After a few minutes of getting adjusted to Tonowari’s girth you decide to take things up a notch, wanting to rock the Olo’eyktan’s world and make him realize that you’re the only girl he needs. You lean forward slightly and place your hands on his broad tattooed chest, finding the perfect balance before lifting and lowering your hips, allowing his cock to slip in and out of your hole. His thick tip deliciously hits your cervix, making a series of moans fly out your mouth from the wonderful feeling Tonowari’s providing.

“Oh—” Tonowari groans while placing his hands on your hips, forming a tight grip on your soft flesh, not wanting the pleasure to stop any time soon. “J-Just like that.”

“Am I making you feel good, baby?” You ask in a teasing and sultry manner, wanting to make sure he feels taken care of but you already know the answer by the way his face screwed together.

“So good, yawne.”

A deep heat spreads through your core, sending shivers up your spine, causing you to increase your tempo so you can chase your high. While you’re riding him at a steady pace, head thrown back and mouth slightly agape, Tonowari’s mesmerized with the sight of you that’s presented before him. The sweat that glazes your body, the way your breasts are moving up and down in his face, how your folds are kissing his groin— Eywa, it's driving him crazy. Tonowari starts bucking his hips upward to meet your movements, causing you to squeal from the unexpected sensation and feeling like the air has been knocked out of your lungs. “Ah— Ton-Tonwari!”

“Taking me so well, little one.” He praises while removing one hand from your hip and placing it on the bright colored bud that lies hidden between your folds. The older man knows exactly how to make your body tick, how to make your orgasm crumble at your feet, which is why he’s circling the pad of his fingers around your clit, wanting to give you the best experience possible. He knows you’re loving the new stimulation because he can feel your walls repeatedly clenching around him and the moans that were spilling from your parted lips are quickly turning into sweet and desperate whines while curses rapid fire from your mouth every so often when the tip of swollen cock hits your pussy at the perfect angle.

“Fuck— feels so good, feel so full.” His cock was undeniably big, the biggest one you’ve ever seen or taken. He fills you up beautifully, you can feel him all the way in your stomach, you can almost see the imprint of where his cock reaches each time he thrusts in and out. Sex with Tonowari is amazing, being this close to him is amazing, knowing he’s the only one on this whole island that can provide you with such pleasure makes this whole experience so much better. Hearing all the grunts, groans, and moans that are coming from the older man is making your core tighten, and the way he’s increasing the speed on the circles he’s making on your sensitive bud has your brain turning fuzzy.

“I-I’m close!” Tonowari isn’t far behind you, his body is tingling with electric shocking pleasure, the way your riding him as if your life depends on it and how your pussy in devouring him, trying its best to milk him for everything he has in his upcoming load is enough to have him ready to give all to you and fulfill your desire. “I’m co-coming— shit!” Your walls spasm around and your legs begin to shake as you choke on your words, your body bucking in reflex a few times as your mouth hangs open in ecstasy. Your juices coat the Olo’eyktan’s cock and start oozing out of your stuffed hole and smear the inside of your thighs, pushing him over the edge and causing to cum right behind you. With just a few more hard and long strokes you feel spurts of warm, thick seed paint your velvety walls.

Once both of you allow your highs to run their course and allow your heartbeats to settle to resting pace, you slowly move from your current position with Tonowari’s help to make sure you don’t fall due to your weakened legs and lay down next to him. Your head finds comfort on his pecs and your arm wraps around his torso while his hand glides down your back and softly rubs your ass. There’s a comfortable silence between you, the sound of the waves crashing a few feet away from Tonowari’s dwelling plus the tiredness that’s lingering your body due to all the work you just put in during sex causes your eyes to become slightly heavy.

Tonowari knows you want to sleep and of course he won’t deny you your much deserved rest but first he has to tell you something. “You will have to leave soon, your father is supposed to be arriving in a few hours.” Jake wants to discuss war tactics and how they’ll fight against the RDA when the time comes so today is the day for their meeting. Your boyfriend definitely doesn’t want to kick you out but he also doesn’t want your father to come and find you here lying naked next to him, especially since he doesn’t know anything about your blossoming relationship.

You hear what he says and sit up so you can face him, bending your arm slightly and putting it on the floor and allowing your head to rest in your hand. You don’t want to leave Tonowari, the time you’ve spent together today has been far too good just to stop now, good thing you already had a plan in motion. “Actually, I won’t be needing to leave.”

“Why not?”

“Because when he told me at lunch today he was planning on meeting you here I told him that I saw you while I was fishing earlier in the day and you told me to tell him that you’ll meet him at the communal hall instead.”

Tonowari can’t help but let out a little laugh at what you just said. Here he was worried about Jake coming and you, his gorgeous partner with a brilliant mind, has already taken care of the situation, even though he didn’t know it would need to be arranged until you made a surprise pop up at his mauri with eyes that were glazed with lust. Now that he’s thinking about it, how did you know to avert your father coming here? Were you planning for this to happen the whole time? He doesn’t mind nor care if you did, he loves spending time with his yawntutsyìp but he just wants to know what was running through that pretty head of yours at that time. “So you planned this whole thing, huh? Changing me and your father’s plans so you could come here and have your way with me?”

It was true, you did in fact plan this whole thing, coming over in something more revealing than what you usually wear, enticing him with sway of your hips and other features while forcing him to sit in his wooden chair so you can begin the first piece of the seduction plan that’s been playing in your head for the past few days. You needed him today and you couldn’t wait a day longer so you pulled a few strings to make it happen and it did and boy did you enjoy every second of it, there’s not one regretful bone in your body. “I did but it was only because this was important, I needed some personal time with the mighty Olo’eyktan.”

“Well, you have me now. We should put this extra time we have now to good use, shouldn’t we?” Before he allows you to answer, his free hand lands on your cheek and pulls you in for a kiss while he tightens the grip he has on your waist and turns you both over, putting you in the position of laying flat on your back and him shadowing over you. The way his tongue swirls around in your mouth and the feeling of his hardening cock resting on your stomach tells you exactly what he means by his previous statement, round two, and you’re more than ready to give him what he wants.

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[luuvprincess]

Deacon Kay 🏌🏽‍♀️(1)

Summary: Desiree and David first time meeting each other

Warning: 10 years age gap

Desiree Harrelson

"Thank you so much for all the help today Desiree you don't understand how much I appreciate you being here." My sister in law says to me as I walked into the kitchen with my niece's birthday cake.

"Nichelle you know I will do anything for my god daughter." I said placing it in the refrigerator.

"Well look who it is." Hondo says as he and Vivian join us in the kitchen. I turned and gasped when I seen my niece in her little tutu dress.

"Oh my goodness you look so beautiful baby." I said reaching out the take my niece. But Hondo took a few steps back. "Daniel if you don't hand my niece over today is not about you." I said and Vivian started blabbing.

"Your defending her?" Daniel said as he pointed at me.

"Yea you tell him tee-tee's baby." I said as she got louder making him hand her right over.

"You win princess you win But let this be the only time I allow you to speak to me like that." He said. I laughed and kissed Vivi's cheek.

"Did you tell everyone the right time Daniel?" Nichelle asked as she looked at the time.

"Baby girl everyone will be here I promise just relax." He said as he kissed her forehead.

"Oh sorry I should have been paying attention." I said as I just walked into someone. I looked up seeing this muscular man.

"No your fine I should have been paying I was glued to my phone." He says. "Sorry where are my manners I'm David but everyone calls me Deacon." He says sticking his hand.

"Desiree Harrelson. Everyone calls me Des." I tell him as we shake hands.

"Your one of Hondo's sister." He said.

"Yes the youngest one." I said.

"Well its nice to finally meet you have met the rest of team yet?" He asked.

"No Hondo has not introduced me yet." I said.

"Well how about I do the honors." He says.

"Sure I would really appreciate that." I said smiling. We walked back outside to the backyard walking over to the team.

"Everyone this Desiree Hondo's sister." Deacon says.

“Hi guys I’m Desiree it’s finally nice to Hondo’s other family he talks about y’all a lot.” I tell them I as I go in for a hug with all them.

"What's going on over here?" Hondo asked with Vivi in his arms. She immediately got excited when she seen me.

"Hi tee-tee's baby. You having fun birthday girl?" I asked taking her. She smiled spitting bubbles. "Deacon here was just doing your job something you were supposed to do Sargent Harrelson." I said.

"So you meet the team?" He asked.

"Yes thanks to Sargent Kay." I said making everyone laugh.

"My pleasure." Deacon said.

"So Desiree what's your occupation?" Chris asked.

"I am realestate agent I am my own ceo nobody's bossing me around." I tell them. We were all just sitting around in a circle talking getting to know each other until it was time to sing happy birthday and open some gifts.

Hiii this my first deacon Kay story so please be nice. But anyways I just wanted to introduce myself and let know I don't do requests but I never don't mind something you would like to see hopefully that sounds right bc I don't really know how to explain what I mean but anyways and I never change the characters name of face bc that's just way to much thinking ontop of thinking about what your writing about and how you wanna write the story plus I thought it be cute for Interracial couple.

I hope y’all enjoyed 😭

[imabillyami]

What I imagine the bottom to look and feel like whenever I see y’all write anal without lube & prep 🫠

Now that I have your attention, please join me in a quick writing anal 101 here.

Ready? Okay here we go!

Unless you’re writing fantasy/magical realism/ ABO? Assholes don’t self-lubricate or magically extend just because someone is turned on or meets their one true dick 😭

Trust me, anal without lube/prep? It HURTS. Cruelly so sometimes. It can cause tearing and bleeding (which can become really fucking dangerous when that leads to infection) and has absolutely zero to do with actual pleasure unless you’re into pain play.

So for the love of god. Please have your characters use some sort of lubricant to prep before going to town on each other 😭 Their assholes will thank you (and so will I.)

Additionally: If you use anything but water-based or silicone lubes please remember that whatever you use can break down the latex and therefore compromise condoms.

While baby-oil, lotion, even kitchen oils can all work as lubricants (spit does not possess the same qualities as a lubricant just fyi), they will cause safety issues with latex and most polyisoprene condoms. That goes for vag use too btw.

If you or your characters want to use anything but water-based or silicone lube? Use polyurethane condoms (though these have a 5-times greater chance of breaking or slipping off than their aforementioned friends).

Thought I’d use this meme-worthy moment to do some basic sex ed for writing purposes (and real life purposes).

Not telling anyone how to write their fics, but it can’t hurt to know these things.

Cause oftentimes there’s a severe lack of knowledge (or care) in fandom spaces, where people just don’t look this stuff up. And that’s dangerous.

I’m going based on my personal experiences (and those of the people around me) here, so don’t come @ me. If things are different for you somehow? That’s great.

BUT:

Every time the no lube/prep thing happens, you can imagine me screaming “LUBE! LUBE! LUUUUUBE!” at my screen in absolute horror.

(As the way of the fandom is all ‘don’t like, don’t read’, I’ll exit out of the fic and never read anything by that author ever again (unless pain kink or dry anal was explicitly stated in the tags), but oftentimes the lack of lube and prep happens without any warning, so there’s no way to see it coming. And that’s rather triggering and disturbing.)

If you wanna have your characters stick it into each other that way (or wanna do so in real life?) Alrighty. You do you. But tag it accordingly so people can apply the ‘don’t like, don’t read’ rule accordingly or avoid a severe trigger like that.

Anyway. This was sex ed 101 under a Solo meme. My job here is done.

Have a lovely day 🫡

[sunshinebunnie]

F, H and I 😙

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

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“You’re not Lexi,” she says as her eyes look him over, her mouth pulled to the side in contemplation.

“You right there,” he drawls in agreement, not offering anything more. ( He knows crackhead energy when he sees it. Even though she might not be on the pipe now, he can tell she’s felt that fizzy buzz tingling through her veins at some point. )

Her eyes narrow. Then, as if a cloud got blown away on an otherwise sunny day, her face brightens. The switch is so instantaneous, Fez is slightly caught off guard, but his grip on Lexi’s door fails to loosen.

“You must be Lexi’s shady dick!” the brunette laugh-shouts at a volume he personally considers to be way too loud for 9:40 on a Tuesday morning.

“The fuck you talkin’ ‘bout?” he grumbles, the urge to close the door in her face getting stronger by the minute.

She gives him a grin that splits her face open (it’s the kind of smile that tells him her parents cared enough to put several grand worth of dental work in her mouth) as she sticks out her hand. “Rue Bennett,” she says, trying not very successfully to sidle closer into the apartment.

Fez casually braces himself against the door in such a way that all of his body weight is serving as a door stop to keep her from pushing past him as he extends one hand as cordially as he can saying, “Fezco O’Neill.”

Rue laughs again as she dramatically pumps his arm, trying to pull him in for some kind of chest bump in an (unsuccessful) effort to dislodge him from his sentry post. “Damn!” she laughs again. “Fezco, huh? Don’t come across that one every day. Sounds like something out of those Regency romance novels Lex was obsessed with in high school.”

“Not to be rude, but whatchu want, Rue?” Fez asks, trying not to let his exasperation bleed too much into his voice—after all, she seems to know Lexi’s schedule well enough to come by on her day off ( without warning? ), so they’re probably decent friends.

She changes tactics, standing on her tiptoes trying to peer around Fez into Lexi’s apartment. “Man, you must have some kinda Fez ho dick magic if you got her sleeping in. She never sleeps in past, like, seven a.m.”

*~*~*

I was so torn about this! I really like this first interaction between Rue & Fez in Private Dancer because Rue has this great chaotic energy to her and it’s the first time Fez is really interacting with Lexi’s world outside of the club. It puts him on his heels a little bit, but it also gives him a chance to (a) better understand some of Lexi’s insecurities and (b) show that he does care for her. 

H: How would you describe your style?

Hmmmm....great question....lol. Descriptive & smutty? I really struggle shorter pieces because I really want to draw the readers into my world. Not to mention, genuine emotional connection is a big component of sex for me, so I have to make sure I establish that between my characters before they hit it, otherwise it doesn’t feel natural & organic to me to write. 

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

Hahahahaha. I am a Thirst Queen for sure. Give me smut with feelings or pining high school/college AUs and I will love you forever. (I will say, the Fexi fandom is the first time I’ve gotten into ABO, and y’all have made me a believer! lol)

Thank you so much for talking to me, @dream-a-little-dreaam!!! I hope you have a wonderful rest of your week! 🥰🥰🥰🥰

[football-writing]

I love you out loud

Summary: Last part of the miniseries!! The new season starts and Mason has to leave after spending his holidays with Y/N. Feelings are accidentally revealed in the process.

Note: aahhh it’s the last part! Inspiration doesn’t often strike me like this and I’m so happy it was well received :) thanks everyone for reading ! Hope you enjoy this last part too💙

Warnings: Mason’s mum makes a guest appearance again, some curse words as always and *feelingssss* 

Mason was hurrying around the house trying to gather all his things for the first training of the season. After the euros and his holidays, she had spend most of her time at his house. But now it was time for him to start training at Cobham again, and she was there to wave him goodbye. It was their little ritual for when he started a new season; they would have one last day together to eat all the snacks that he wasn’t allowed to eat when the season started again, before they would say their goodbyes as his family picked him up so they could say goodbye too. It was the last day they had together before getting back to their respective busy lives.

But now it was time for Mason to leave, and he was running around the house trying to find everything he needed, while she was waiting amusedly for him.

“Okay, Y/N I think I have everything.” He finally said as he came jogging down the stairs with his training bag.

“Good, I was thinking I’d have to sit here all day waiting for you.”

“Oh shut it, you. You could’ve helped me look for my stuff too, we’d have more time left together.”

“Now, what would be the fun in that?” She laughed with him and ruffled his hair as he sat down next to her on the couch, putting the bag down beside him. Truth is, she didn’t want him to leave so soon. Their time together this year was the best time they’d had together, and she felt they had grown closer over everything that happened.

Unbeknownst to her, Mason felt the same. If he could extend the start of his season a bit, he would do it in a heartbeat just so he could spend more time with her. As much as he loved football, he had come to find out that he loved her too, and maybe even more so than his love for the sport. Although he had thought of telling her, he ultimately decided against it. With both of their lives being so busy, and him not even sure if she reciprocated his feelings, he figured it was best not to risk their friendship.

“I can’t believe the new season’s already starting. It feels like these holidays went by way too quickly.” She sighed as she broke their silence.

“I know.”

“Are you excited?”

“Maybe. I’m happy to see everyone again, hopefully get the groove back on for the first game” he chuckled. “but I could’ve used a couple more days off.”

She was about to agree, when his phone pinged with a text from his mum saying they were almost there.

“Well, I guess it’s really time for me to go now.” He spoke sadly as both of them stood up.

They both walked towards the front door, and she leaned against the doorframe as he stepped outside.

“Good luck, Mase.” She called out softly after him.

“Good luck? For training? I think I’ll manage, Y/N.” He laughed at her.

“Oh, shush you. Just accept it.” She rolled her eyes, a smile forming on her lips nonetheless.

“Fine. Thanks.” He deadpanned. “I gotta go now, I love you.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, both of them froze. He turned around with a shocked expression on his face, cheeks flushed and eyes slightly wide. Neither of them had ever said ‘I love you’ before. They expressed their love without saying it, just by being there for each other. Besides, Mason’s reaction to his own words told her that they had more than just a friendly undertone.

“Y/N- I’m so sorry I take that back.” He said as he panicked.

“You.. You take it back?” She questioned. He was looking anywhere but her right now, only nodding slowly at her question.

“Well, if you take it back than I won’t say it back either.” She said matter-of-factly.

The speed with which he turned around to look her right in the eyes, his mouth agape with pure shock, was almost comical if it hadn’t been for his previous confession.

“Would you.. Wait what?” He spluttered out.

He took a step forward quickly as he realised what she meant, his hands reaching out for her waist.

“I won’t take it back.” He whispered then, his eyes focused on hers.

“I love you too, Mase.” She whispered back, a smile taking over his features at her confession. Never in a million years would he have guessed she would feel the same, that this would ever happen. And now here they are.

And as they’re looking into each other’s eyes, both leaning in to finally, finally, kiss for the first time, a loud car honk broke them apart.

“Oh my god! I called it!” His mother yelled from the open car window from the car that was now stood in front of Mason’s house.

Mason threw his head back and let out a low groan in frustration as his mother interrupted their moment, while she just laughed at the whole situation. This was completely surreal.

“Well. I guess I really have to go now. Sorry about her.” He said as he pointed to his mum, looking at her apologetically.

“S’okay.” She smiled up at him. If it wasn’t for him now being painfully aware of his mum being there, he would get lost into her beautiful eyes. He’s still awestruck by the fact that she actually likes him back. Hell, she loves him.

“So. Goodbye, Y/N.” He says after clearing his throat, before awkwardly waving at her as he walked towards the car.

“Mase?” She called out sweetly. He turned around with a hopeful expression. Did she still want to kiss him?

“You forgot your training bag.”

“Fuck.”

[shuchu]

HI! congrats on 100 followers! For the event prompt can i req nsfw prompt #8 and #25 with luca kaneshiro?

༊*·˚ i missed you so bad ☄. *. ⋆

shuchu’s 100 follower event ♡

prompts: “open your mouth for me, baby.” ; “swallow. all of it.”

character: luca kaneshiro ; dom!luca (?)

warnings: afab!reader ; NSFW, minors dni

author notes: hii thank you so much for the congrats and for participating in the event! ♡ this is very spicy ngl and i thoroughly enjoyed writing this so i hope y’all enjoy reading it hehe (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡ also, i realised that fem-bodied!reader & afab!reader mean the same thing so from now on i’ll be using afab!reader. if i’m wrong, please let me know! and again, i apologise for being slow with these event requests, i’m slightly burnt out at the moment from uni. so, my motivation to do anything is quite literally zero (╥﹏╥) thank you all so much for your patience, i really appreciate it <(_ _)> decorative divider: @/mykaesu on twt  *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

enjoy lovelies! ♡

“baby~ i’m home~!” luca announced in a sing-song voice.

you threw your phone to the side and leapt up from the bed. you ran towards the door and vaulted yourself at luca. he caught you easily, wrapping his toned inked arms around you. you cupped his cheeks and gave his lips a few pecks. “i missed you so much.” you pout. 

luca chuckled, “i missed you too baby. i missed you so much.” luca wrapped his arms around you tighter and gives you a peck on the lips back. you leaned down again, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss.

luca groans into the kiss as your hand moves up from his cheek to tangle itself in his blonde locks. luca turns around and presses you up against the wall, both his hands snake down your body to your ass, gently kneading it. you were turning to putty in luca’s arms from the intensity of the kiss and from the way he was touching you. you grind your hips slightly against him, whimpering softly and luca groaned again in response. 

he then pulls back slightly to catch his breath and thank god he did because you needed to as well. luca would usually take things slow and gentle with you but tonight his beautiful violet eyes burned with passion and lust, making you shiver in delight — anticipating what was to come. 

luca leans forward again to litter soft kisses on the side of your neck. you tilt your head back against the wall and your eyes flutter shut. breathy moans escape your lips as luca continues kissing your neck, occasionally licking and sucking on the sensitive skin. “nngh…l-luca baby…p-please” you whine and squirm against him, wanting more. luca grumbles something in response against your neck and starts walking towards the bedroom. 

he places you gently on the bed and starts kissing down from your neck to where you wanted him to touch you the most. luca parted your thighs, locked eyes with you and gave both your inner thighs a kiss. that look he gave you was enough to make you cum. 

“god, you’re so hot.” you say in a breathy voice. at that, luca just smirks and proceeds to pull off your shorts along with your panties. 

he kisses your clit gently and blows on it softly, making you arch your back, your hand finding its way into his hair again, gripping it. luca then sticks his tongue out and starts lapping up your juices that were already spilling out, he groans at how good you taste and pulls you closer — nuzzling his nose against your clit as he pleasured you with his tongue. 

the obscene sounds that luca was making as he ate you out just turned you on even more, his tongue felt heavenly on you and you were getting closer to your climax. “b-baby- ah! i-i’m…close!” you mewl and luca continues flicking his tongue into you, his thumb rubbing your clit, making you arch off the bed, screaming his name as you come undone on his tongue. 

luca raises his head up, his chin now slick with a mix of your essence and his saliva. he places a gentle kiss on your lips and says, “open your mouth for me, baby.” you comply and luca sticks two fingers into your mouth, you suck on them, getting them nice and slick. luca then pulls them out of your mouth and slowly insert them inside you, taking you by surprise.

luca moves back down again to latch his lips onto your clit, sucking on it while he fucked you with his fingers. luca’s fingers were hitting that sweet spot over and over again, making your eyes roll back in pleasure. his fingers easily worked you up to your second climax of the night, that knot in your lower body getting tighter. you cry out as you drench luca’s digits in your cum. 

he slowly pulled them out and stuck them into his mouth, swirling his tongue around his fingers, cleaning them off. you dropped your back onto the bed, panting, trying to catch your breath. the sound of luca pulling his zipper down reaches your ears and you open your eyes to see him positioning himself in between your legs —his tip of his length prodding at your sopping hole. 

he dips down and kisses you hungrily as he slowly enters you, moaning softly at how good you feel wrapped around him. luca rocked into you with a fast but steady rhythm making lewd wet sounds bounce off the walls as you lubricated his dick with your slick. 

you detach your lips from luca’s and whine, “nngh—faster baby, fuck me harder!” luca grunts and buries his head into the crook of your neck. he then starts slamming his dick into you just like you requested. 

“nngh! fuck, yes! oh luca—!” you mewl as luca sucks and nibbles on your neck, giving you a hickey. “god, i missed you so much y/n,” luca says as he pulls back to look at you. “i love you. i love you so much.” luca continues in between pants. 

“i love you too luca.” you cry out, nearing your third climax of the night. “fuck! baby, i-i’m cumming!” 

“cum for me babe, i’m getting close too.” luca grunts as he increases the pace, fucking into you incessantly. your walls clench down on him as you climax for the third time tonight, screaming his name as you come undone. 

luca pulled his length out and pumped it in his hand. you got up to kneel in front of luca and gently moved his hand away to take him into your mouth. you took as much of it down your throat as you could, bopping your head up and down on his length. luca moans at the sight of you sucking him off and his hand moves to your head, fucking your face slightly. 

“fuck! i-i’m gonna-“ luca came as he was finishing his sentence, painting your mouth and throat with his juices. “swallow. all of it.” luca commands and you oblige, licking your lips after. 

luca groans and tackles you onto the bed, littering kisses all over your face. “i love you so much, you know that?” luca smiles, eyes filled with love and adoration for you. 

you giggle, “yes you silly goose and i love you too.” giving him a peck on the lips in return. 

[cumxxslutt]

“Please”

FEM/SUB/BLACK READER

Warning: Cockwarming, daddy kink , squirting , cussing , crying? , screaming? , use of the words “pussy” and whatever else , cum play , I think I said “dick” idk but yeah

Roman reigns x reader

Enjoy . 🎀

“Ro please” I said whining he only chuckled making me frown he was just signing some stupid papers as I was slowly dozing off I felt his hips jerk up and his cock hit my G-spot shooting up letting out a moan as I grabbed his arm for support

Mumbling something under his breath I just roll my eyes wanting to move he knew that and did nothing “please” I say lowly he stopped writing and looked at me smirking I only whimpered and tried to move on his cock he grabbed both of my thighs with his hands and kept me down

“Please” I mumbled “please” I repeated wishing that he would just let me bounce on his cock “shh pretty girl” he mumbled as he thrusted up letting his balls slap against my cunt moaning into his neck I dragged my hand down to my clit and started using my middle finger to rub it so I can get some pleasure Roman seen me doing it and slapped my hand away

“Okay I’m done” he said 1 hour and 10 minutes later I sighed and thanked the lord “please fuck me , please daddy” I said whimpering with tears in my eyes that were already there from when he teased me “aww mama , look at you just a pretty mess” he said cooing at me with a mocking tone I almost fell apart like literally

Putting his work stuff in his drawer he picked me up with his cock still inside me and knocked the pen that he left on his desk on the floor he laid me down and moved my braids to the side “you ready mama” he mumbled I didn’t even get a word in before he slammed his cock in me I cried out of pain , relief , and pleasure he was just pounding in me his cock hitting me all around in my insides my eyes rolled to the back of my head

I felt his cock slip out of me and I let out a whimper then he took his cock in his hands and slapped it on my clit and around my pussy I felt

So many vibrations I felt tears swell up in my eyes as he slammed right back into me he started moving in and out slowly like he wasn’t just beating my pussy up minutes ago “you can move fas-“ I didn’t get to finish as he pulled me back by my waist and slammed in me so hard I screamed so fucking loud

“Daddy” I was cock drunk I could barely see it was blurry I felt high and woozy “look at me baby” he said as I looked up and he smiled still fucking me I had already came 7 fucking times he looked at me “come on pretty girl , give me a big smile” I gave him a lazy smile but my face turned “FUCKKK” I said moaning basically screaming “please don’t stop” “please” “please” I said shaking my head crying it felt so good I had to scream , cry , all in between slowly feeling my orgasm approach feeling something new it felt so intense my body froze my belly felt on fire and my body aced “I’m about too-“ “I think-“ “mhm daddy I’m gonna cum” I stated feel so exhausted “come on mama let it all out come on” he said still fucking me into oblivion moving his hand down and using his thumb to rub my clit

“Did you just squirt baby” he asked a little shook but happy “what’s that daddy?” I reply “nothing mama” he replied smiling “is it a good thing?” I say really confused “yes baby it’s a really good thing” he said , shrugging my shoulders and lifting my arms up so he can take me to wash up .

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First time writing a real smut this is kinda trash but y’all I’m gon get better just stick with me 😭 , anyways hope you enjoyed it also send any requests if you like , did not read over what’s so ever so there could be some mistakes also the gif above is not mine . ! 🎀

[scoopsahoy]

halloween night — steve harrington x reader

ぺ  word count ⋰ 1.2k

✰  tw ⋰ none :)

❍  cw ⋰ drug use, swearing, dirty talk, oral (female receiving), sex + fingering, multiple orgasms

៚  a/n ⋰ i know i’ve said this a bunch, but from the bottom of my heart i want to thank y’all for being so patient. i’ve had loads of requests, and i see each an every one of them! i’ve been so busy the last few months with personal stuff and have just been in a funk when it came to writing. but i’m gonna ease back into it! thanks for sticking with me :)

✐  masterlist

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Halloween. Your favorite night of the entire year. Costumes, decorations, scary movies, haunted houses. So much could happen in one night, the possibilities were endless.

And every year, you took the opportunity to make your boyfriend, Steve, match his costume with you. The only condition was that you had to accompany him to the biggest party in Hawkins.

You didn’t love parties, but you figured it was a fair deal.

And this year, as cliché as it was, you were Baby and Johnny from Dirty Dancing. You were half expecting every other couple to have the same idea, but when Steve pulled onto a route you didn’t recognize and drove you two deep into the woods, you looked at him.

“You’re not planning on killing me, are you? I’m pretty sure that didn’t happen in the movie.”

He chuckled before he turned his body toward you.

“I know you don’t like parties. So I figured I’d spare you tonight and just take us somewhere we can be alone.”

He pulled a bag of joints out of his pocket, raising his eyebrows. He leaned toward you and connected your lips, and you kissed back.

“You really do know me,” you said when he parted to stick a joint between his lips.

“You still have your lighter?”

You nodded and rummaged through your purse, finding a pink lighter. He took it and took the first hit, blowing the smoke into your face, which you inhaled.

“Goddamn,” he said, choking a bit. “That’s strong.”

“Good.” You took it from him and the smoke filled your lungs, and as you exhaled you began to feel warm and fuzzy. “Who’d you get it from this time?”

“Craig.”

“Is that the kid that buys from his dad?”

“Yep.”

The next few seconds were a blur, but the joint wound up in an ashtray in the passenger seat, his back seats were laid forward, and he was on top of you.

Your head hung off the edge of the back of the seat, which gave him an opportunity to kiss your neck.

The one thing you still hadn’t gotten used to about weed was how intense it made everything for you. Every little touch, every sound, every sensation was heightened. Not too bad, but enough for you to notice a difference.

But when it came to having sex, you never minded the intensity.

He pulled your shirt and bra over your head, freeing your breasts. Immediately, your nipple was in his mouth, his tongue circling it. Normally, you couldn’t really feel anything he did with your nipples, but when you were high you could feel everything and then some.

It didn’t take long for his fingers to slip under your shorts, the pads of his fingers landing on your clit. You gasped to yourself and his lips attached themselves to your neck, doing their damndest to leave hickeys.

Only a few seconds went by before you began feeling an orgasm approaching.

Your right hand gripped his shoulder, your left hand reaching down and wrapping around his wrist. It was almost an attempt to stop him, but you didn’t want him to stop. Maybe it was just anticipation, you trying to brace yourself.

And, not even five seconds later, you felt yourself explode in pleasure. Your knees pressed into his ribs, your jaw dropped, and you threw your head back. No noise came out of your mouth until a few seconds in, and then you practically screamed.

“F-fuck Steve, god.”

He stopped suddenly a few seconds later, leaving your hips writhing and grinding the air. You giggled and pulled him in for a kiss before pulling his hand up to your mouth and sucking your juices off of his fingers.

He let out a deep groan at the sight before taking his shirt off, giving you time to wiggle out of your shorts and underwear, leaving you exposed. He shimmied his jeans off and pulled a condom out of his wallet, quickly tearing open the packaging and rolling it onto his length.

He ground into you, and you moaned, desperately wanting him inside of you.

“Steve,” you whined. “Please.”

“Please what?” You loved his teasing, but right now you were so horny that it only frustrated you.

“Please fuck me, Steve. I want you so bad.”

“Sweetheart, you’re so desperate.”

“I’m high and horny, I just need you.”

Without hesitation, he slid himself into you, a relieved sigh and ‘shit’ exiting your mouth. He didn’t bother starting slow, instead he immediately picked up his pace, latching his lips back onto your neck.

Moans, gasps, and smoke filled the car, which was rocking side to side.

One of his hands reached down and gripped the underneath of your thigh before sliding to your ass, squeezing roughly.

You cried out as he stretched you, hitting your cervix with every thrust. You were yelling pleas, most of them just from your state of mind.

The hand gripping your ass cheek moved so his thumb could circle your clit, and you almost leapt out of your body. You immediately felt another orgasm approaching, and your fingers dug into his shoulders.

“Steve, god, I’m-I’m gonna cum.”

“What’s the magic word?”

Another thing he loved to do was make you beg for things. And again, right now was not a good time for it.

“Steve, I can’t hold it back, please, I’m... so close.”

“Cum whenever,” he said, realizing you weren’t in any state to hold it back. And you didn’t.

If someone walked past his car, they’d assume he was murdering you. You screamed loud enough that he put his hand over your mouth in attempt to muffle your voice.

But he didn’t slow down. He knew if he did, it would only kill the orgasm and it wouldn’t be as good as if he kept going.

Gibberish was the only way to describe the sounds that came out of you. Your high plus the pleasure that consumed you prevented you from forming coherent sentences.

Once you were coming down to a normal state, he stopped. He placed his hand on your jaw, tilting your face back down to look at him. You were panting, your eyes closed.

“Open your eyes,” he gently commanded.

You did, and the sight that greeted you was enough to make you smile.

His hair was all kinds of fucked up, his cheeks red and sweaty. The look in his eyes was of pure love, the fingers stroking your cheek as gentle as could be.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss you. “You’re the most beautiful girl in the entire world.”

“Shut up,” you giggled.

“You think I’m lying?” You hesitated before shaking your head. “Good. ‘Cause I’m not.”

“I know.”

And with that, he was thrusting again. It only took a few seconds for him to start grunting and trying his best to get himself to his breaking point.

“Oh, god, Y/N, I’m gonna cum.”

You couldn’t help but moan, which was what tipped him over the edge. He slammed into you, releasing into the condom.

“Fuck,” he whispered, resting his forehead on your chest. You ran your fingers through his hair as he caught his breath.

You both laid still for what seemed like forever, but all he wanted to do was look into your dilated eyes.

“This was way better than a party, huh?” you asked with a smirk on your face.

“A hundred percent.”

“What?” you asked when he began smiling after a moment of silence.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.”

“Wanna smoke some more?”

You laughed and pushed his hair out of his face. “I’d love to.”

So you both sat in your underwear, passing joints back and forth for the rest of the night.

[babyboibucky]

Greedy

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky wants to try something new with you

Word Count: 1,355

Warnings: Pure filth, groping, tiddy sucking, tiddy fucking, nipple play, bodily fluids everywhere, Bucky cleaning up his own mess bow chika wow wow MINORS STRICTLY NOT ALLOWED

A/N: Sloppy writing ahead but ugh whatever. Anyway this is really filthy but we love that, don’t we @sarge-barnes-sir @lookiamtrying ? 😌 Hope y’all enjoy this, ya nasties 😘😘😘

MAIN MASTERLIST

The comedy movie playing on the television used to be the center of your attention since thirty minutes ago. You still tried to concentrate on it, but with Bucky’s hand cupping your breast every once in a while, it was hard to focus.

“Bucky.” You called out, a warning.

You adjusted yourself on the couch as you laid your back against Bucky’s chest. His arm was still wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you closer before his hand gave your breast another squeeze.

“Stop groping my boob. I’m watching.” You reprimand but Bucky just whined and brushed his fingers against your hardening nipple.

He pressed a kiss on your cheek, feeling his lips smirk against your skin before he straightened up and to grab at your waist.

“Come here, baby.” His voice soft and tone needy.

Bucky’s been on one of those moods again, the kind that made him so clingy and touch-starved. Unstoppable. Insatiable. You groaned and complained about watching the movie, truth was, you could no longer follow the plot. All thanks to Bucky and his wandering hands.

“We can watch it again later, I promise.” He whispered before moving you on top of him, straddling his thighs.

“What do you want, Bucky?” You asked, feigning irritation as you playfully rolled your eyes at himz

Bucky bent down to kiss the top of your breasts, nuzzling his face into your cleavage as his hands move behind you to cup your ass. “You know what I want.”

His voice came out as a rough growl, his face still pressed onto your chest. He looked up at you, pupils blown wide and lips parted. Sticking his tongue out, he leaned forward to flick a nipple through your cami top.

Your hands found Bucky’s hair as he continued his assault on your clothed breast, small whines slipping out of your mouth.

“Fuckin’ love these tits. They make me so hard every time.” Bucky grunted before hastily pulling down the neckline of your top, revealing your breasts to him.

You whimpered when he wasted no time to take a nipple in his mouth, sucking harshly while his hand reached up to fondle your other breast. Wetness seeped out of your pussy, soaking your underwear as your hips began to move against Bucky’s hardened erection.

“Look at those pretty nipples, so hard already and begging for attention. Thought you wanted to watch the movie?” Bucky teased before flicking his tongue against your nipple again, this time in fast and hard strokes.

“Bucky...” you moaned, tugging at his hair as he moved to your other breast, giving it the same attention.

The combination of sucking and licking was making your entire body tremble. You gently pushed Bucky away to completely remove your top, throwing it aside before pushing your chest forward, wanting to feel more.

Bucky continued his ministrations, alternating from sucking and nibbling your already sensitive nipples. Your hips rocked against his, seeking relief from the throb you were feeling in your cunt.

“D’you like it when I suck on these tits, babe? This feel good?” Bucky moaned, cupping a breast before circling your areola with his tongue.

You hummed in affirmation, nodding your head as you watched Bucky lap at your breasts, switching from one to the other. His hands wandered to your waist, keeping you in place as he sucked at your nipple so hard it had you seeing stars.

“Fuck, Bucky!” You moaned, your pussy clenching at nothing before gushing out with wetness.

“Shit, did you just get off?” Bucky chuckled.

Your face was red, unable to believe that indeed, Bucky made you cum just by playing with your tits. Embarrassed at what had just happened, you hide your face into Bucky’s neck and whine.

“It’s okay, baby. I think it’s pretty fuckin’ hot.” Bucky grunted into your ear before helping you off of his lap.

He sat you back down on the couch and stood up, bending down to kiss you before he positioned himself in front of you.

“Want to try something with you, baby. Wanna fuck those tits. You gonna let me do that, princess?” Bucky asked as he shoved his shorts down, just enough to set his hardened member free and god yes, you’d let him do that.

With the way Bucky was looking down at you, you’d let him do anything to you. His cock was red, tip seeping with pre-cum already and although you wanted to take it into your mouth and suck the life out of him, you’d save that for later.

For now, you’ll let Bucky have his way with you.

“See how hard you make me just by having those pretty tits out?” Bucky crooned, holding his cock and slapping it on top of your breasts.

You almost salivate at what Bucky was doing to you— pressing the head of his cock against your nipple, teasing it until you were squirming in your seat. He hasn’t even touched you yet but you could already feel another orgasm building up.

“Squeeze your tits together for me, baby...yeah, fuck. Just like that, god you make so fucking crazy.”

More obscenities fly out of Bucky’s mouth as he circled your nipples with his cock, slapping it against the swell of your breasts, smearing his pre-cum all over your skin.

“Keep your tits pushed together for me, yeah?” Bucky instructed and you immediately comply.

He lets out a primal grunt when he slowly slid his cock in between your breasts, his eyes fluttering close at the feeling of his cock being squeezed. Bucky pulled out again and this time, he took his damn time pushing his cock in between your tits.

“Fuck, baby. Your tits look so perfect with my cock in between them.” He breathed out.

“Hold onto the couch, baby.” Bucky quickly added, his hands replacing yours on the sides of your breasts.

Bucky pushed your tits together, holding onto them as leverage before he started fucking your breasts. You were used to Bucky making noise during sex but this was the only time he had gotten so loud, grunting and growling as he slid in and out of your tits.

“Stick your tongue out baby, wanna feel your tongue on the tip of my cock whenever I slide in.”

You moaned at the salty taste of Bucky’s pre-cum when the head of his cock touched your tongue. Drool began to slip past your lips and chin, trickling down to your breasts giving Bucky more lubrication.

“Fuckin’ hell, baby. Jesus...” Bucky panted, his face scrunching up in pleasure as he felt his orgasm approach.

After a few more thrusts, Bucky quickly took a step back as he jerked his cock until he came on your chest. Veins on his neck popped out as he cursed, watching ropes of his cum land on your breasts.

“You look so beautiful like that, princess.” Bucky praised you and proceeds to spread the mess he made on your tits using his cock.

He bit his lip as he swirled it around your nipple, sliding across the valley of your breast towards the other. Bucky cupped your jaw and tilted your face up as he bends down to kiss you. It’s a messy kiss, all teeth and tongue and spit.

Bucky pulled away and smirked, “Gotta clean up my mess on you.”

The question was lost to a wanton moan when Bucky knelt down to lick your neck, sucking marks onto your skin before moving lower to your tits.

His name came out as a breathy whimper when Bucky started licking his release from your breasts, cleaning you up. He groaned at his own taste when he suckled your nipple again, his hands cupping your breasts to lift them up further into his face.

When he twisted your other nipple, your hands flew to his hair as your back arched.

And with the way Bucky stared up at you hungrily, you already knew that this wasn’t the end yet. It was just the beginning.

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[parkersroses]

clandestine meetings. | harry styles.

summary: an illicit affair looked simple at first, until Harry falls hopelessly and truly in love.

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

wc: 3.6k

warning(s): cheating, mild sexual content, slight angst, fluff, (tw) mentions of an emotional abusive relationship

a/n: (disclaimer: gif belongs to @itskaylamew) it’s here! so excited for y’all to read this. it’s something i’ve been wanting to write about but it’s been sitting in my wip for months. i hope you all like it as much as i do. reblog, comment, tell me what you think of it! if you wanna support me more, consider buying me a coffee! enjoy and take care lovies <3

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She plays around with the box of cigarettes in her hand. She sighs as she leans her head back on the pastel pink coloured wall of the building. Her black boots are anxiously tapping on the ground.

Moments pass by when a dark blue Mercedes-Benz drives up. They were lucky the shopping mall they agreed to meet was big enough, so nobody could see them behind the building, empty, where no one really goes. It didn’t have a lot of stores to start with and the lack of customers that came in makes the place all too quiet.

The soft engine turns off before the man comes out of his driver’s seat. His expression is blank, but it’s almost like she could already read what he’s thinking. The sounds of his expensive boots on the gravelled ground can be heard so clearly from afar; she’s thankful there’s no one where they’re at.

When he slowly stops in front of her, there’s a hint of a smile on his face. “When you said you wanna meet, didn’t think this would be the place,” Harry says.

Y/N scoffs a bit, a tiny smirk on her face. “You’re late, superstar.”

“Yeah, I got held back a bit for something.”

“Yeah, something to do with music or something?” She doesn’t look at him, instead she plays with her box of cigarettes, pulling one out of the box.

Harry looks at this and frowns. “Thought you were gonna quit.” He points out.

Y/N shrugs and puts the cigarette between her lips. “Got anxious and you were taking too long.”

Her rouge coloured lipstick taints the tip between her lips. Harry’s eyes are locked onto them and he really wants to kiss them. Feel how soft they are on his lips and let the colour of her lipstick taint his whole body, leaving her mark on his. And Y/N smirks when she sees this.

He steps in front of her and takes the cigarette from her lips, tossing it into the trash can next to them. “Don’t like the taste of it when I kiss you.”

Her smirk grows as she takes out another cigarette. “Oh yeah? What’re you gonna do about it?”

Before she could place the stick between her lips again, he grabs it and the whole box, tossing it all into the trash can. Her pink lips pout at him.

“That’s not nice. I just bought them.”

“Shut up.” He says before bringing her face in and kissing her. She’s quick enough to kiss him back, letting out a whimper when their lips move together.

He leans forward on her body, basically trapping her against the wall as she has her hands around his neck. The taste of her lips is sweet and they feel soft on him. There’s no doubt that her lipstick would be smudged after. They’re so addicting. She’s addicting. He’ll never get tired of the way she tasted. He wants to be the only person who gets to taste her, feel her.

He’s so, truly and madly, infatuated with her.

“How secluded is this place again?” He asks as his lips leave hers. His hand on her face, cupping her warm cheek.

Their lips brush against each other, sending tiny shockwaves throughout their bodies. “Secluded and quiet enough for you to fuck me out here,” she breathes out. Her lips travel to his sharp jaw and up to his ear. “Hard,” her whispers are sultry as they ring in his ear.

He groans as he squeezes her hips with his large hands. She gasps at the feeling, making her slip his tongue into her mouth.

“You’re a fucking tease, aren’t ya?” He mumbles against her lips. She moans out in pleasure. “What would your asshole boyfriend say? Knowing how much of a tease you are for me and only me?”

Y/N lets out a small whimper. “Don’t talk about him, please.”

Harry pulls away from her. His lips are red and swollen, stained with her lipstick, as he stares wildly at her. His eyes are filled with concern. Her fingers linger on his lips, feeling the softness of them under her touch. She adores this look of him, all flushed out for her and even slightest worry he has for her makes her heart race.

She shakes her head before staring up into his forest green eyes she has grown to love. “Just don’t talk about him now.”

Harry simply nods as he softly kisses her fingers, eyes closed as he leans his forehead on hers. “Okay, darling.”

And it’s almost the same routine between them. She calls for him and he’ll drop everything just to get to her. They’d find some place quiet, some place where it’d only be the two of them. And once the high ends, they’ll move on their separate ways until she calls for him again.

Come to think of it, he very much enjoys the quietness and alone time between them. Their sort of arrangement makes him relieve the stresses and pressures of fame.

But her reason was entirely different.

Her excuse was to have an escape from the man who she thought would be the one, but hasn’t shown her any form of love anymore for the past few months.

Anyone could say she should leave him, but it wasn’t that simple. Because everytime she wants to leave, there’s always an excuse that comes to mind. That she won’t ever find someone who’ll love her and stay with her like he has even though his feelings for her may be long gone.

After stupid excuses and aimless arguments, the neglect she received made her leave the house one night to drink out her sorrows, fears, and sadness. That’s where she met Harry.

She was probably two or three drinks in when the acclaimed actor and singer sat on a bar stool beside her. He had seen her walk in with a sulky expression in a dress that hugged her figure perfectly. When she would drink from her glass, he would study her face and notice how she’d have her head down, eyes burning holes onto the counter. She was beautiful, but unhappy.

She intrigued Harry to say the least. He wanted to know her. So, he walked over to her, in hopes that he’ll somewhat get to know this unknown mysterious woman that has caught his eye.

He didn’t want to frighten her. She was already close to falling off her chair by how many drinks she had. And in a good old fashioned Harry way, he said one of the cheesiest lines he could say to someone.

“So, what’s a pretty woman like you doing in a place like this?”

While Harry was internally cringing and slapping himself for that line, the pretty woman drunkenly laughed at him. She had one of the most beautiful smiles he’d seen.

Her eyes were hazy as she looked at him, with such amusement and interest. “You tell me, pretty boy,” she teased, her red lips curled up into a smirk.

He chuckled in relief. “I noticed you earlier.” He told her, and her expression faltered a bit. “Seemed pretty sad to be here.” He gives her a tiny smile, as if in hopes to warm up to her.

And she sighed as she looked down at her glass. “Well, when your shit boyfriend practically ignores you, you sort of get tired of fighting.” She downed the remains of her alcoholic drink. “So here I am, pretty boy.” She said, feigning a smile. And Harry starts to like the pet name she’s given him.

Most of the night was a blur for the both of them. When Harry continued to ask her questions, all while treating them both to more drinks, making them more drunk by the minute, it didn’t take long for the lust and sensual feelings to take over.

Harry’s mind was clouded by the pretty woman with the shit boyfriend as she climbed all over him in the back seat of the taxi he called. He took her over and over at any spot of his luxurious home when she asked for more. Their skin was tainted by each other’s touch as they indulged in sinful yet pleasurable acts together.

Despite the night being over, both of them grew an attachment to each other. He was infatuated with her, while she needed love and attention from someone who was willing to give it to her.

Hence, that night sparked a secret arrangement for just the two of them to know.

Harry had been in many relationships before. Some were public, some were private. Some were real whilst others were merely for publicity. But never had he thought he would find himself as the other man for the woman he was slowly falling in love with.

Some nights when she sleeps next to him, he’d stay awake and admire the little details on her face, before she would leave him alone on his bed, with the empty warm space next to him. The look in his green orbs could not be mistaken for any other feeling he had.

Three months in their little relationship, he was, without a doubt in his soul, in love with her.

And maybe it’s because of fear or the little bit of loyalty she had in her heart, she still stayed with her boyfriend while Harry stood on the sidelines.

But Harry would wait for her forever. When she needs his love and attention, he’ll give her every bit of it because she deserves it. And even if he dies a little when she leaves him after, he’ll die over and over again if it means he’ll see her again.

Harry thinks he’s so pathetic, but he’s pathetically in love with her.

—

He usually brings her to one of his houses, one where it’s in a more secluded part of town. He always takes the road less travelled by and uses his lesser used cars where no one would notice it’s him. He’ll have her perfume set on his bathroom counter so she wouldn’t smell like him when she leaves. But her scent would fill his room and it’ll make him miss her when she leaves.

He watches her breathe after a few rounds together, taking her in before she leaves again. He tries not to leave any of his marks on her despite the growing desire to do so. Her disheveled hair from the sex is sprawled out on his pillow. Her chest, covered by the blanket he put over her, moves up and down slowly with every breath she takes.

Harry leans in and plants a loving kiss on her forehead, closing his eyes as he does so. He hears a small whimper from her before feeling her naked body shift closer to him. He instantly gets the indirect message and pulls her closer with his tattooed muscular arm.

“You okay?” He whispers out.

He feels her head against his chest, nodding slightly. “Perfect.” She mumbles out, her finger blindly tracing over his skin and brushing over her marks on him.

A small sense of pride feels Harry’s entire body. He would gladly let his body be the canvas to her sensual and sinful art she does on him.

He sighs against the top of her head. “What’re y’thinking about, love?”

Y/N smiles against his chest, knowing he felt her do so. “Nothing in particular,” she says. “You. Me.” She lifts her head up to look at the beautiful man above her.

“Us,” she grins sheepishly at him.

His pink, swollen lips from the kissing and biting curls up into a smirk. “Thinking of me, darlin’?”

She shies away and buries her head in his warm chest again. “M’always thinking of you,” she tells him, kissing the spot between his swallow tattoos.

Harry feels warmth and pain at once from her words. “M’always thinking of you, too.” He kisses her head again, breathing in the scent of her. “M’always dreamin’ of you, of us. Pretending and wishing you’re mine every night. Y’always in my head, my dreams, and y’ve taken up every space of my heart, darlin’.”

Y/N feels her heart racing as she listens to his words. “I am yours, H,” Her smooth velvety voice fills his ears.

He closes his eyes and sighs. “Only for a moment, you are.” He says, running a hand over her hair. He thinks it’s unfair for him to admit this to her. But his heart could only handle so much, knowing the love of his life would leave him for the man whose place he desperately wants to be in.

She grabs his hand and intertwines their fingers together, holding his hand close to where her heart is. “I’ve always been yours.” She looks into his green eyes and kisses his knuckles, hearing his breath hitched.

He lets out a shaky breath. “You’ve stolen every bit of my heart, love. I just wish you knew how much I..,” he hesitates, pursing his lips. “How much I love you.”

Her eyes appear to be shining at his words of affirmation. “Do you?” She asks him. “Do you really love me?”

Harry nods without hesitation, pushing down the slight pain he felt in his chest. “I’ve shamelessly and truly fallen in love with you, darlin’. You have every bit of me in your hands that I don’t want back.”

She doesn’t say anything, not even the three little words he wished he could hear from her. But, that’s okay. Harry said what he said, and he doesn’t expect much in return.

She breaks eye contact with him. She fiddles with his fingers before tucking her face in his chest. He feels her breath hitting his skin.

“Just hold me now, H.” That’s all she asks of him.

Harry adjusts the thick blanket that covers their naked bodies and wraps his arms around her. Their legs are intertwined with one another under the sheets. He lightly traces down her bare back, feeling the warmth of her skin against his touch.

He feels a growing lump in his throat that he tries to push down. He closes his eyes and quietly sighs, his breath shaking.

As if she senses this, she kisses his chest and holds his hand over where her heart is. He feels the thumping of her heartbeat against his skin and he pretends it’s beating for him. Because he knows all too well that his heart has long been beating for her.

As he feels sleep slowly taking over him, he pays attention to her heartbeat. When he wakes up, she’ll be gone, back to the man who won’t love her right, and he’ll be left with her warm empty space.

But for now, he holds her close as sleep blankets them.

—

Harry doesn’t see or hear her for a few weeks. Usually when that happens, he assumes the worst, that she’s called their arrangement off. And it terrifies him to say the least if she did.

This time, he doesn’t. He starts to accept that she’ll never love him the way he loves her, and that this was bound to end like any illicit affair would.

But that’s okay. The only thing he starts doing is wish and hope that she’ll find somebody that will love her the same way he does, if not more.

After a long day, he drives his car up the driveway as the sky slowly turns from gold to dark blue. As he gets out of it, he stretches and sighs to himself. His tired mind is telling him to take a nice warm shower and have some wine while watching a romcom.

He walks up to his door with his head down. And when he looks up, it surprises him when he sees a familiar figure on the steps of his stairs.

There she was. The love of his life, the keeper of his heart.

Y/N stands up from where she sits, nervously fiddling with her fingers. Harry is shocked to see her and stands still like a deer at headlights.

His eyes travel all over her and almost misses the bags she had next to her. And that could tell him only one thing. His heart starts to race and he feels the tears welling up in his eyes.

In a blur, she walks down to him and paces up until she’s running towards him. All Harry could even do was to open his arms and let his love run into him. As their bodies collide, they hold each other tightly.

Y/N buries her head in the crook of his neck, feeling the tears she had run down her face. She feels his body shaking against her as he sobs and she comforts him when she does. There’s this familiarity that runs through them when they hold each other close.

“You’re really here?” The disbelief tone in his question can be recognized.

She nods as her fingers find their way into his brown curls. Her comforting touch as she lightly brushes through them makes him let out a shaky sigh.

“I’m here.” She assures him.

The pair pull away, but not too much to prevent space between them. She cups his face and he leans into her hand, sighing as he kisses her palm. A watery grin spreads across his face as he takes in her touch, a tear falls on it. It’s like he’s been waiting to feel this again, feel her again.

She breathes out heavily as she looks at him so lovingly. “I love you,” she finally confesses. And it takes Harry a couple of seconds to register what she said.

“W-What did ya say?” He stumbles his words out. She giggles at him and wipes away the water stream on his face. He has a doe eye look, as if he’s captivated by her.

“I said,” she begins again. “I love you, Harry,” she says the words of affirmation again. Leaning into him as she still speaks. “Honestly.” She kisses the tip of his nose. “Madly.” She kisses his damp cheek. “Always love you.”

She presses her lips onto his and it’s no surprise how quick Harry responded to the kiss. Their lips move together in unison. As his hands travel south and squeeze her hips, she gasps into the kiss and he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue in. A moan is elicited from his lover as her hands lightly tug on his curls, making him groan. She bursts into laughter when Harry lifts her body off the ground, spinning her around as his lips travel down the nape of her lovely neck.

The words ‘I love you’ alongside colourful dirty words are exchanged numerous times when he thrusts himself into her later that night on his king bed. Both his hands holding hers tightly above her head. She lets him mark her body wherever he pleases. Her pants, begs and moans are simply music to his ears. When they both feel the burning knot in them as they approach their highs, he begs her to have her eyes on him. So he could see the love in her eyes for him and she could see the same from him. Tears forming in their eyes as their pleasure washes over them.

He admires and takes in how beautiful she looked underneath him, sweat on her body, mouth agape, eyes on him. She looked effortlessly beautiful, she’s always been. And he’s madly captivated and in love with her.

When they both lay in bed, sweaty and naked from the pleasurable activities they’ve done countless times together, Harry gets a sense of deja vu.

He’s watching her again, admiring her tired form as she rests. He watches the movement of her eyes under her lids as his fingers gently trace over her skin, smiling to himself as he feels goosebumps rise.

It’s the same aftermath as before. The only difference now is that she left her boyfriend after realising she will not take anymore of his bullshit arguments and sneer comments with her. It was Harry that had been loving her, with the mistakes she’s made and flaws she had. It was with Harry where she felt the happiest.

A smile forms on her face and she opens her eyes. She sighs into the pillow as she feels his longing stares at her. Her eyes carry sleep, letting him know that she’ll drift off to Dreamland soon.

He smiles at her and plants a loving kiss on her forehead. He lets his lips linger on her skin before pulling away. “Will you be here when I wake up?” He asks.

And he thinks it’s a silly question to ask. But he’s assured when she nods at him. “Always, H.”

He hums in satisfaction at her answer. She intertwines her fingers with his, pulling his hand towards where her heart beats.

This time, he knows that both of their hearts beated for each other.

He leans in, brushing their noses together before softly kissing her lips. He feels drunk on the softness of her lips on his. He’s longed and dreamt of this moment for a long time since he met her. He hears her whine a bit when he pulls away. “I love you,” he says, truly. His heart soars when she utters the same words back before kissing him again.

The lovers hold each other close as sleep blankets them as the night eventually blends into the early hours of the morning. A hint of smile evidently painted on their faces as they’re right where they belong; with each other.

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Settling In Devils Creek: Drunk On A Devils Hunger

Summary- 5.4k Sheriff Lee Bodecker x Reader. You survived your encounter with the Reverend, but just barely. Lee vows to keep you safe by any means necessary. But will the Reverend honor the werewolf's territory boundaries or is the cafe now a free for all?

Warnings- Smut, werewolf getting it on. This is an 18+ Only blog.

A/N- Written for @slothspaghettiwrites Sloth’s Marvelous Monster Mayhem Writing Challenge. My prompts were lyrics from Bottom Of The River by Delta Rae. One of my favorites songs, so I’m thrilled I got to use that one. Thank you @verdandis-blog for giving this a read through. Dividers made by @firefly-graphics.

Masterlist / Chased By The Pale Moonlight

Lee had arrested the reverend, right in the middle of his bible study which gave the Sheriff great pleasure. But he couldn't make the charges stick due to your wounds simply looking too animalistic. Lee had a doctor inspect them due to Reverend Preston's insistence of his innocence. Of course, the doctor deemed them “unknown animal attack in the woods.”

It was frustrating because he was right in his assessment. It was an animal attack but no way to really prove what it could possibly be.

For your safety, once the Reverend was released, you stayed at Sheriff Bodeckers in the evenings. He also escorted you to the repaired cafe for your shifts. Anytime he wasn't able to, Sandy was more than happy to hang out.

At first, you were cross at Sandy not telling you when she came to visit her brothers, a bottle of liquor in her hand as an apology. She swept you in a hug, shaking her head. “The fucking Reverend, we should just go up there and put a silver bullet in his head.”

“It’s tempting.” Lee shrugged. “Very very tempting to shoot the fucking bastard. Excuse my language. But Sandy, you know that isn’t how it works. If we are going to kill Preston, it has to be done without getting caught.”

The woman rolled her eyes at her brother while digging a pack of smoke out of her purse, tapping the pack to pull one out. She flicked one at her brother and took one for herself. “It's the least he deserves. You want one?” She offered and you declined. She stuffed it back into her purse while snapping her fingers against a lighter. Tossing it to her brother, she turned back to him. “Ya know, I can get Carl to do it. He has a mean streak in him.” She smirked and a cold shiver escaped you at her tone.

Lee flashed her a look before shaking his head. “I don’t want to know what shit you and Carl get up to Sandy to make you say that. Again, no. Be my luck he missed the shot and then I got to worry about y’all as well.”

You had a feeling werewolves were vindictive creatures the more you learned from them. Sheriff Bodecker never changed towards you, but now that you knew he kept his feelings about the Reverend a lot less hidden.

You couldn't help but agree with his general disgust of the man.

Things changed at the cafe. You still had your regulars and out-of-towners, but anyone from the congregation refused to come in after you tried to press charges on their Reverend. Even Lucy refused to converse with you, purposely ignoring any friendly gesture you made to her on the street. The sudden coldness of the town was a damper on your spirits. Sandy was sure to remind you that ‘You are too good for them bible thumpers anyways.’

There were good times, you rather enjoyed making dinner for the Sheriff, every night he would press his hands against his stomach with a groan about how damn fine it was. Oftentimes he went back for thirds and fourths. Werewolves were bottomless pits, always hungry and searching for food. You took advantage of that, testing out all sorts of new recipes for the cafe on him which he was more than enthusiastic about.

In the evenings after dinner, he typically did stuff around his yard. Raking fallen leaves and trimming around the house, he was sure to stroll with you whenever you went as well. It was these times he shared a bit more knowledge about that other side of himself.

Your arm was wrapped through his because he simply radiates warmth in the chilly fall evening. “How did it happen… becoming one?”

“Ancestors were assuming, come over from Europe and just grew. Once in a while, a new one wanders into town, but they rarely stay too long. The ones around here are all from this area, except the Reverend.” He bared his teeth a bit at the thought.

“And the change… does it hurt?” It was hard to imagine it didn't, with the differences that had to happen, all your bones reshaping and organs shifting. Not to mention the elongating of his entire face, it twisted your gut thinking it hurt.

Lee patted your hand in the crook of his arm, flashing a smile. “Not but a few moments, then…” He breathed in deeply. “Power, sheer power. That can be the overwhelming part of it all. Keeping control. All you want to do is chase, hunt, and…” His eyes glanced down at you. “It’s just a lot to maintain. Actually, most of us have safe places, cages that we can be put into if the monster is too overpowering.”

He tugged you a bit closer when his hand fell around your hip. “You don't have to worry about it though, Sandy knows what to do if it's needed.”

You fell into your thoughts while Lee fell quiet to.

You also were given target practice by Lee. His big barrel pistol felt foreign in your hands, but he was steadfast in making sure you knew what to do. That was also the day he set up one in the cafe for safety reasons. At first, you were against such a thing. After closing he was behind the counter, fitting it into a hiding place for you.

“Lee, why would I need it? When I have you.” You pointed out, leaning over the counter while watching him install the holster in a secret spot.

“And what about when I’m not here Sunshine?” He stuck the tip of his tongue out while he managed to get the last screw in at an odd angle. You just had to reach between where the counters connected to withdraw the weapon now. “I do get called out of Devils Creek for court cases.” He pointed out. “I gotta go to one tomorrow.”

Your eyes darted to the calendar. “But it's the full moon tomorrow night.”

“I will be back before then, but just in case…” He pushed himself to stand, cupping your face in his hands. “You got that Sunshine. I also marked your building as part of my territory. He shouldn't cross it.”

You couldn't help your bubble of nerves, but hearing him made you giggle a bit, arching a brow. “And how did you mark it as yours?” You teased and Lee gave a snort and shook his head.

“Easily, that night you were attacked, I went back and clawed my signature into it. What? You think I peed on it? I’m not a dog!” He joked and you couldn't help the laughter that bubbled up from you, tears streaming down your face.

“You will be back before nightfall?” You managed to squeeze out with a hiccup.

“I can’t see why I wouldn't be.” Lee assured you, pushing up to a stand and resting his hand over yours, squeezing tightly to reassure you. You rewarded him with one of those sweet smiles that made Lee warm all over.

That next day you were nervous throughout the day, having stayed at the cafe since Lee had dropped you off early that morning. Your usual customers went about their day and you did your best to put your best face forward.

Sandy was going to stay with you till Lee came back, which should have been at any time now. He had a slight mishap at court that kept him longer than he suspected according to his text. But was sure he would be home well before the full moon showed its glowing orb in the night sky.

You two closed up a bit earlier than usual, the atmosphere in Devil Creek was just heavy that day, a foreboding warning. By seven the place was dead and you didn't see any cars on the street.

Sandy was trying to keep her argument on the phone with Carl hush hush, but you couldn't miss him yelling on the other end when she finally snapped the cafe's wall phone back on the hanger. “Y/N, Carl is drunk off his ass and gonna do something stupid if I don’t get on home.” She said with disbelief. “Of all nights to act a fucking prick, he chooses this one. Why don't you just come home with me? Lee will know where you are if you are not here.”

You tried sending him a text earlier, but no response, plus Carl scared you a bit. Not that you weren't dealing with the worst situation with Reverend Preston, but adding Carl into the mix just wasn't what you thought you needed right now. “No, I probably should stay here. I’m sure Lee will be here soon.” Sandy hesitated as she shouldered her purse. “Besides, Lee said that Preston shouldn't come near this place once he’s shifted. Something about werewolf dynamics making this place Lee’s territory.”

“Lee did the same thing to my house too. Carl is forever peeved why I won’t let him paint over what looks like claw marks. You sure hun? I hate to leave ya here on your own.”

“Positive Sandy, I know he will be here soon. I have a few things I wanted to take care of anyways. Besides, your brother gave me lessons. Wouldn't let up till I was hitting the bullseye.”

It was enough of a push Sandy needed to get her out the door and you were sure to lock it behind you.

The next hour you did just as you said you needed to, making a batch of donuts tossed in cinnamon sugar for the morning. You had tried several times to call Lee but still was no answer.

“Where the hell are you Sheriff?” You whispered to yourself at the next no answer phone call and as it got darker, the moon now visible hanging over the tops of people's houses, you considered calling Sandy back, to see if perhaps she had heard from her brother. Your fingers hovered over the call button when you heard it, making you pause, holding your breath, straining to hear it.

Tap, tap, tap.

Something sharp tapping along with the steel door you had installed at the back of the kitchen. Then a loud screeching noise started, you could see the steel visibly indent with a line dragging down the length of it.

“Let me in, Little Lamb.” A snarling tone and at the cracks where the door sealed you heard Preston huffing like his nose was pressed there. “That Devils mark can’t keep me out.” Preston grunted out.

“Shit!” You rush out of the back kitchen to dart behind the counter. The steel door couldn't hold up to Preston. He wrenched it out of the frame and padded inside on all fours. You killed the lights in the restaurant and clutching the pistol, you tried to hide yourself away where he wouldn't see you.

You need to see him and aim before he could get to you. Your heart raced with a crash against your chest, feeling like it was just going to break its way through your chest.

“I can hear it.” Came a growl just entering the main part of the cafe, his claws scraping with each lumbering step as he pushed up on top of one of the countertops, crouching. The wood groaned under his weight, almost seeming to sag. “Your heart is so loud. Be easy to find you, Little Lamb.” He huffed in a laugh, his tongue swiping over his fangs and muzzle. “You were lucky last time.” He leaped down on the other side of the counter opposite of you. You were sure he probably knew where you were, tucked into a cubby under your register. On the other side of the wood you sensed him, wet snuffs dragging up and down the siding of the counter, where you were hiding. “I can smell you too, no wonder Lee hides you all to himself. So sweet-smelling.” He grunted as his shoulder thumped heavily against the counter. You bit your lip to keep from yelping out in surprise. “You smell like those plump peaches, so juicy that when bitten into, you squirt. Is that what you do for the Sheriff, Little Lamb?” You heard him pause, just on the other side of the counter from where you were, going eerily silent for several seconds.

A snarl ripped through him and a paw splintered through the wood near where you were hidden. You screamed and pushed yourself out while Preston ripped a hole through the wood, shooting his paw out and swiping his claws out at you, just missing you. “He’s not coming. Sheriff Lee ran into some issues.”

He was messing with you, you could tell by the lazy effort he put into withdrawing from the hole he made, the way he disappeared from sight. Your fingers fumbled with the gun, holding it in front of you. All was quiet for a moment, your eyes staring at the hole, ready for him to return. Then a hot heavy drop landed on your shaking hand, and you glanced up to see him hovering above you over the counter, how he got up there so silently, you didn't know. But you took aim and pulled the trigger.

Lee was just about to head back into town. Still a good half hour of daylight left, there was a sense of relief making it back to Devil Creek. His whole day had been a fucking disaster to start with. Every instinct had told him not to leave, especially with the change coming. But there had been no choice and he was confident he would be back in time.

That was till the bailiff dragged ass, the court kept getting recessed due to varying circumstances, his time in the confession booth was one of the last ones to be taken. It all just added up till his couple hours out of town was all damn day.

But he still had time to get to the cafe, pick you up, and return home so he could shift in peace and keep you safe. Lee highly doubted that the Reverend Preston would dare to come to his home, even with you as a lure.

Before hitting the edge of town, a sharp ping ricocheted off his cruiser, and the car gave a jerking turn making him drag it off to the side of the road, the front driver's side tire was flat. “Fuck.” He snapped, his eyes roving the side of the road to see if there was anything suspicious before he ran his hand over his holster and wrapped his hand over the handle of his weapon. Pushing open his door, he stepped out. The all too familiar tingle rippled up his spine, red hot pain that signaled he was close to the shift. If he was, so was the Reverend.

Several men stepped out of the nearby woods where they had been hiding. Rifles slung up to aim at him. “Back in the car, Sheriff.”

It was easy to see that they were members of the congregation. Lee wasn't one to back down. WIth a push, his door to the cruiser slammed shut with a show of refusal while he strode away from the parked cruiser. “I got somewhere to be. Get out of my way or else I will have you all brought in.”

“Can't do Sheriff.” The safety of the rifles clicked off. “Reverend don't need you interfering.”

Lee dragged in another breath, the pain starting to take over. Behind the treeline he could see the moon starting to crest.

“Get the fuck out of my way right now.” He groaned out, sweat starting to bead his brow. One of the men grew impatient, tilting his rifle up and shooting in the air.

“GET BACK IN THE CRUISER LEE.”

There wasn't any time left now and Lee just let the change take over. It split from him like an egg being cracked open, his clothes falling away into shreds while bones cracked and reshaped with gut turning noises. The men wavered their resolve seeing Lee shift, frightened gasps of horror as they all started to stumble backwards to retreat from the nightmare. Fur drove its way through his skin in a wave as it coated from his back to his front, his body growing in the process till muscles were prominent that never showed in his softer human body. Hands reshaped to large dinner plate paws with wickedly sharp claws that burst under his fingernails, and his teeth protruded into fangs while his muzzle stretched, leaving him panting at the effort. No longer was his eyes human, barely seeing in the dark.

Now they were glowing demonic red, sharp ears pinned back while his fur rippled at the first effort he took to stand up, now towering over any man there. His red eyes pinpointed on them and a snap of his bone-crushing jaws with a roar sent them falling back, no longer willing to try to stop him. The werewolf was aching to give chase, snap their necks and gouge their beating hearts from their chests, a wet lick of his tongue over glistening fangs left him almost doing that. But his senses sharpened.

Sunshine.

A burst of speed escaped him, gouging his claws through the road's pavement as he took off. Crumbles of concrete shooting behind him. Everything turned into a blur around him, his whole focus on just getting to you. While he barrelled up the main street, he heard the initial shot, immediately honing in on the cafe.

There wasn't even a pause as his body slammed into the door, skidding across the linoleum to crash into booths on the opposite side. He shook his head to clear off debris from the splintered wood, roaring out his rage at the scene.

You stood wide-legged, the pistol held up in front of you while Preston was clutching at his shoulder, the burning acrid scent of flesh and fur filled the air. The silver bullet was singing where it was embedded in the monster. Preston clawed at his shoulder, trying to remove it while howling in pain.

Lee crashed through the remains of the booth, catching sight of you wide-eyed turning to face him. You ducked just in time when Preston made a grab for you, disappearing from Lee's sight till you crawled out of a torn through hole through the counter's frame. You pushed yourself to bolt, sliding across broken glass and wood to get to Lee.

Preston gave chase, which Lee was already shoving you behind him. In a fury of claws and teeth, he was wrapped around Preston. This time when they crashed around, it wasn't trees they were busting through. But your cafe.

Your cafe was being destroyed by the two monsters as their bodies were flung around, Lee went soaring into the wall of dishes that all shattered on impact. Shards of plates and cups falling around him like snow as he shook himself.

Preston was still clutching his shoulder on the other side of the cafe, deep wet pants and a lolling tongue hanging out the side of his muzzle showed his exertion, partially slumped backward on his haunches.

“She’s mine.” Lee snarled and leaped the distance separating the monsters, this time he was faster than Preston’s slowing movements. The werewolf didn't have a chance to prepare for the onslaught and this time Lee buried his fangs in Preston's throat, crushing his windpipe and ripping open his jugular with a bone snapping shake of his head.

A screaming panicked cry escaped the werewolf while he was being viciously shaken till he went completely limp, his head lolling back at an odd angle. Lee just let him drop into a crumble through the wreckage they were standing in.

A soft wavering voice caught his attention, the adrenaline running through him made him quake a bit.

“Lee…”

Lifting his gaze, he found you among the ruins, looking so tiny and fragile that it streaked every protective part in him, human and monster.

The monster approached you, slow in his movements as he came closer to you, long claws were curled protectively against his paw till he uncurled them, scraping barely against your cheek. “Sunshine.” The growl came out, his muzzle dropping to the other side of your face, inhaling against you, his tongue a gentle caress against your cheek.

You dropped your hand to Lee’s furry chest, tilting your face up to his affections. You could feel how much he wanted you, his monster cock pressing up from between his muscle-roped thighs. His ears flattened to his skull when you whimpered at the claws trailing goosebumps down your neck and hooked a claw into your shirt.

The last few moment's worth of adrenaline simmered through you, turning the fear into a need for your protector. You couldn't be scared of him any longer, not after seeing this beast go gentle for you after breaking Preston’s neck. His red eyes softened the longer he looked down at you. He wasn’t a monster, not to you. No, it was just your sweet sheriff. Your hands dug into the thick black fur, seeking out him underneath it all, the wall of his chest quivering at your touch.

“I want you Lee, do it.” you whispered, your big innocent eyes blinking up at him. “I'm not afraid, how could I be?” The adrenaline in your system had made you turn feral for the monster, needing him like no other. Tentatively you swiped your hands through his fur, marveling at the beauty before you.

There was a grunt from him as he curled his claws into your shirt and let them slide down, following down the length of your body, your shirt falling away in shreds. “Precious Sunshine. You should run.” He lapped his tongue over your collar bone.

“Why would I run Lee? I’m right where I need to be.” You marveled at the sheer force under your hands as you roamed your hands over him. His fur was bristled but soft under your palm. Shoulders, chest, stomach, it all was muscle. Your hands felt tiny when they wrapped around his cock, making him snarl at the feel of your hands rubbing him. You preened at the way his thick head was already beading with cum, how he throbbed and twitched in your hands.

You couldn't stop, not now. Not when you felt your thighs quiver and panties stick to you with such a need. How would it feel to be stretched on him, claimed. You had a feeling you would be blissfully ruined for anyone beyond Lee.

“I can smell you.” His tongue lapped forcefully against a nipple, sharp teeth just sinking into your breast. Beads of fine blood burst forth that he dragged his tongue over. It didn't hurt but made you want that sensation again as you clutched the back of his head, twisting fingers into his fur. “Just bury into your sweet cunt.” Claws circled your hips, pulling you in closer to his hulking form. “Be the sweetest heaven.”

You let go of his fur, reaching down to flip your skirt up. Another animalistic grunt escaped him as he tightened his hold, careful that his claws weren't piercing into your skin too much as he propped you on what was left of your cafe’s counter.

“They are already ruined Lee, get them off.” You spread your thighs for him and he ran his tongue over his fangs like you were a delicacy. Running his paws down the back of your thighs, he lifted your feet to the counter's edge, long laps of his tongue cleaning between your thighs. A nip of his fangs twisted into your panties and a quick jerk ripped them from your body.

Rumbles filled the cafe the way you were laid out on the counter, now bare, wanting. Your hands ran over his shoulders and down his biceps while the werewolf licked over your weeping cunt, along the crease in your thigh, over your belly, and up further till he was hovering over you.

“Last chance Sunshine.”

A broken voice that still resembles Lee made you flutter, leaning up, you placed a kiss to the tip of his muzzle. “My answer is the same Sheriff. I want all of you.”

Your legs moved around his waist, to dig your heels into the base of his back while Lee was so careful with you. The first press of his cock was wide, making you hiss into his fur.

The monster actually whined that he might be hurting you, but you begged for more.

Lee started to ease into you further, feeling you stretch slowly around him, and there was simply no way he could fit all the way in you.

But this was enough, you fluttering around him while gazing at him with lust in your eyes, your eyes widened seeing him pull out and back in, your mewls at the stretch soon turned into moans as you have never felt so full and complete before. Soon you were rutting to meet him, burying your face into his shoulder as he controlled your movements, paws spanning your hips, claws digging into ass cheeks. He grunted between drags of his tongue against your sweaty skin, pushing his muzzle between your bouncing breasts as you arched into him, revealing the complete feeling of being caged by Lee in his grasp. There wasn't a part of you he left untouched...

Your orgasm ripped through you, leaving you clinging to the beast as best you could before it started all over again. His stamina never slowed while he brought you through it.

You had guessed right as your eyes fluttered back and you heard Lee snicker at the next orgasm.

“Fuck Lee… you always this cocky.” You teased him and he growled at you, sinking fangs in further in your breast as he lapped at your nipple, making you jolt into him. “You really are like a dog with a bone, huh?” You giggled as you were still reeling from your rush.

“Sunshine.” He growled out sharply but clearly played back with you. “I’m worse than a dog with a bone.”

You were the most beautiful person Lee had ever experienced, the beast in him already wanting nothing more than to fuck you and take care of you. Claws scraped teasing at your skin as he lapped every inch of your chest, leaving you whimpering his name and clenching around him.

Pulling from your sweet cunt was hard, but he just had to take you apart once more. A skilled tongue eased your thighs to spread for him, your wet sopping cunt was an invitation for him. It was calling to him as the scent of your arousal spiked his needs. He tasted you once before settling in to really make you scream.

The sensation was almost overwhelming, his tongue powerful as he speared expertly into you, curling against your sweet spot that had you grasping thick black fur, yanking harder than you ever have before and your thighs wrapped around his head.

Lee was intoxicated easily, drawing out fire quick orgasms from you that made you sink further into a crying mess, he was easily able to stay there, marveling at the way you tried to hold onto him and ride his face till he slammed a paw against your stomach to hold you down. “Stay still.” he warned, but you didn't heed him. You couldn't, coherent thought left your body.

He finally relented when you pleaded with him to fuck you again, grabbing his ears this time and pulling him back up your body.

His fangs dragged up the center of your body while his eyes remained on you. Your body instinctively rolled up for him. A begging mess all for him.

Lee huffed deeply against your hair, as you clung to his chest, one paw clutching at the small of your back to start pounding his cock back into you, the other paw falling against the counter, his claws ripping through the wood to gouge long marks into it. “Mine. Sunshine.”

“Fuck all yours Sheriff.” you whimpered out and he slowed down, arching his neck and tipping his head back, you swore you were about to black out when he roared, gnashing his teeth at the intensity of his intense orgasm and his spend painted you, making you feel like you swelled from him. He was still going when he pulled from you, your hands falling to his cock and pumping white thick ribbons splattered against your stomach and chest. You sunk back against the counter, looking up at a panting Lee, his ears pricked forward at your soft groan and his claws were gentle scrapes over your sensitive skin.

“Okay?” He asked in that broken tone between a voice and a growl, you nodded, clutching your fingers against his biceps to pull back up to sit.

“Better than okay Sheriff.” You tried catching your breath, he pulled you in closer to him till you could partially wrap your arms around him. “I don't think I can walk through, will you take me home. To your home.”

Huffing laughter rose from him as he so easily scooped you into one of his arms and made his way out of the destroyed cafe. The cool night air against your naked skin made you burrow closer into Lee while he loped along.

Weeks Later

Lee whistled while he stood at his bathroom mirror, running a razor along his cheeks to clean off the stubble. You wandered to the bathroom door to brace against the door frame, watching him. His eyes caught yours in the mirror. “Morning Sunshine.”

“Morning Sheriff.” You beamed back at him while wrapping your arm around his middle and leaned against his back while he continued cleaning his face up.

“You want me to drop you off before your grand reopening?” He asked and you nodded.

“I would love that Lee. Think this one will be a success?” You bit at your lip and he glanced at you through the mirror, seeing your nerves.

“Course Sunshine, third time's a charm right?”

You giggled against his shoulder, rubbing your hand up and down his soft belly, scratching lightly.

“Well as long as I don't have some wild animals breaking in this time around, I should be good.” Lee went back to finishing shaving, thinking back on just how much damage he and Preston had done. It basically got gutted after that, there was no saving the inside.

But it gave the opportunity for you to have it remade how you envisioned it.

It took weeks, Lee and you working on the cafe in the evenings he had off. Sandy came when she wasn't dealing with her husband. Towards the end, more members of the town started to help out and before you knew it, you were putting the finishing touches on it. Brand new dinnerware was being stacked up for the morning rush and Lee was humming to himself, giving one last mop to the new gleaming floors.

“I think that's about it.” You said as you broke down the last cardboard box and Lee went to dump the dirty water while putting everything away.

“Sunshine, it looks gorgeous.” He said, looking around the cafe happily while you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed in against him.

“It does look amazing. Thank you for all your help.” You pressed your lips sweetly to his. For Lee, life didn't get much better than this.

“Would you have a cup before you start your shift? I also made those donuts you like Sheriff” Your question drew him out of his memories. Lee rinsed his razor and put it away.

Reaching down to grasp your wrists, bringing them up to his mouth to kiss the inside of your wrists. “You didn’t need to bribe me, I would never pass up morning coffee with my best girl.” Turning in your arms, he wrapped you against him, backing you up out of the bathroom and against the bed till you fell back with a giggle.

“You also up for an early morning quickie before we gotta head in.” You tilted your head to smile up at him while he started to crawl over you, your hands falling to his belt buckle and biting your lip.

“Sunshine, Sunshine, Sunshine.” Lee growled as he dipped his mouth to catch your lips while a hand dragged up your sleep tank to palm a breast. “You know I love you too much to say no to that as well.”

“Good thing Sheriff.” You wrapped your legs around his waist. “Now, make me howl for you.”

[allisonlol]

Hello!!It's me again omg :'')) your Nikolai writings brings me all comfort so can i request some angst or smut with Gogol? <3 Have an amazing day! Ɛ>

a/n: awe i’m so happy to hear that !! i always look forward to ur requests <3 i was in the mood to write some smut so here u go (¬‿¬)

warnings: nikolai being a sadist, choking, degradation, size kink, implied female reader, just a ton of smut so pls proceed with caution

Nikolai Smut HC’s

buckle up cause this is gonna be a wild ride 😭

ok so

this man is an absolute sadist & tease

likes to make you beg before any of it even starts

and i mean BEG. he wants you close to tears with frustration as you plead for him to touch you

the whole time he just watches you with THAT DAMN SMILE

once you’ve convinced him, he’ll say something along the lines of “i’ll see what i can do for you, my dove…”

oh lord you better be ready

i’ve mentioned before that he’s a consent king, but he’s also a FOREPLAY KING 👏🏻

we’ve all seen how beautiful his hands are,,,and let me just say he puts them to good work

his fingers are the perfect length to hit that sweet spot inside you,,,

taunts you the whole time too

“aww, already coming undone? how cute. this is only the beginning…”

typically makes you cum 1-2 times just with his fingers before the actual intercourse starts 🥲

this man loves to torture you,,,all in the name of love tho <3

omg i almost forgot to mention

SIZE KINK SIZE KINK SIZE KINK

aghhh he adores the size difference between the two of you

just knowing how he could literally overpower you at any time makes him feel,,,excited 😁

tbh he usually ends up doing exactly that during sex (always consensually ofc)

likes the mating press for this reason bc then he can forcefully hold you down

nikolai also loves choking you & the way ur breathing gets all labored when he does it

will stroke your face with his other hand & laugh at you struggling to inhale

his pace is almost always very fast and aggressive

to the point where y’all have a safe word prepared bc he doesn’t want to hurt you TOO badly

definitely sticks his fingers in your mouth while doing it,,,he likes the way you gag around them

edging is one of his fav things to do to you,,,along with overstimulation

makes fun of the way you whimper & calls you all kinds of names

nothing too degrading however bc he adores u

he does absolutely prioritize your pleasure over his own tho so if you didn’t like anything he did to you just let him know <3

i could go on & on…

a/n: the spider on my wall watching me write this like 0-0

hope u enjoyed tho !! i plan to make an actual fic out of this someday but i just need to find the motivation for that first…

song i listened to while writing: genius by LSD

Thank you!

[morvantmortuary]

So remember when I said I couldn’t draw? I really meant it :’D

If you’re seeing this, it means it just turned midnight my time, and we’re officially in the New Year. Thank you so, so, so much to everyone who’s been kind enough to stick around since I started writing this on a lark. I know this isn’t everybody, but I went through my followers list trying to find first names of the people I see interacting with my posts a lot. Please know I definitely try to make a point to know all of you, even if I’m not super chatty most of the time, and I have probably likely mentioned you to my mom at least once lmao.

I was just telling my friends that I write with that I really didn’t expect this to get as far as it did — when I introduced Maxi on the noctes blog, I thought he might be a weird little OC who popped up every now and again for my own amusement more than anything else. But you guys were so kind and supportive from the jump, I’ve not only finished an entire arc I didn’t know I was going to write in the first place, I’m planning on editing it and revising it to be an actual manuscript that I try to query while I work on Hector’s arc here :’D I don’t totally know how that’s going to go yet, and I’ll be sure to keep you guys posted, but I know I absolutely wouldn’t be here without all of y’all. 🖤

It’s been a real honor and a pleasure getting to know all of you this year, and I appreciate every single bit of feedback and enthusiasm you’ve all been kind enough to share with me. For real. I know how hard that is to come by, especially for fic that’s entirely comprised of OCs, so please don’t think I take any of it for granted whatsoever. We may be a fairly small blog, but this is still one of the largest projects I’ve tackled on a whim, and I’m excited to see where else it will go, so long as there’s someone still willing to come with. 🖤

I owe you guys the world, and while I don’t want to jinx anything, I hope all of us get the lucky break we need this year. I know I really did with all of you. 😘

Sending huge hugs and well-wishes all around, and I look forward to sharing this year with all of you, no matter what it brings. ✨

Cheers from me and the Morvants dead and living, we love each and all of y’all. 🥂♥️

[imagine-straykids]

Stray Kids SS: Argument PT. 1

SS for short scenarios. Stray Kids arguing with their significant others

requested? No. I just write whenever I feel like it.

genre: fluff, angst, romance, etc etc.

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Bang Chan

     You’re no bragger but you think you’re pretty reasonable most of the times. You understand your boyfriend is a busy person and his work came first and foremost. You’ve tried not to take it personally and he has made it pretty clear before you guys even got into this relationship that he wouldn’t be the best person with time management.

     Of course you took a gamble and compromised to form this bond with the one and only Christopher Bang. You had always put his feelings first whether that’s him choosing his friends, work, or music over you, you were definitely okay with that as long as he came back to you at the end of the day. Even the smallest texts nearing the end of the night like “Goodnight sweetie, hope you had a good day!” was enough for you. You weren’t asking for much. You don’t know how much lower you can set your standards because slowly and progressively, Chan was already failing to meet them.

     The most you guys have ever been apart was maybe two weeks and even then, Chan had always made sure to check on you through texts or phone calls. So when it was nearing a month, and he has rejected your invitation to do something for the second time in a month, you were left to feel less than pleasant whether you had set yourself up for failure or perhaps did you deserve more than what you had settled for.

       You couldn’t help but to be upset to some degree and even then you still doubted if your feelings were valid. You even felt guilty since you had promised him a long time ago you would be understanding. Were you wrong for just wanting a little bit of your boyfriend’s attention?

       So when Felix brought you his breakfast treats like he would every Sunday because the boy loves baking, he could tell in your eyes that your world was seeing more than blue. You weren’t your usual self who was always welcoming and greeted him with warmth. The tone in your voice and your body language imitated that of a walking dead and although you tried your hardest to put on a great appearance, Felix could see right through you.

       When he had asked you if you were alright, a sea of tears just came bursting through. Like a puddle that you had held inside for weeks finally being freed. You told Felix everything and everything. It was nice to have someone to talk to, for once in a long time. Felix had always been very understanding of you and was very much like a brother. He reassured you and you felt so much better after, that when he left, you even thought you might finally be able to get a good nap after some words of comforts.

       Your nap was shortly disrupted when a series of loud knocks were ringing through your door. It took you a few seconds to process everything because your brain was still trying to wake up along with you. Then a beep from your phone was heard. You turned to the left side where you had placed your phone and noticed long notifications of texts and missed calls from Chan. Oh lord. Well of course who could that be at the door then.

       Felix had only told Chan out of good intention, and honestly you weren’t even surprised. Not one thing said to one of those boys will stay in its origin. You crankily tossed your blanket aside and walked up to the door as you took a deep breath. You opened the door and it was just the one person you were expecting.

       Chan looked totally out of breath, as if he had been beaten by a stick over and over again, you can see the sweats tracing along the line of his forehead down to his cheeks and his hair has gotten messier than usual.

    “Chan--” You were cut when Chan just shoved himself inside your apartment.

    “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” He looked at you dead in the eyes as he shut the front door.

    “Tell you what?” You weren’t acting naive but you just wanted to know what exactly Felix had told him.

    “What you told Felix. Why didn’t you tell me that? That you wanted to hang out with me, that you’ve been feeling sad and lonely?”

    “I did. I asked you twice if you wanted to go out or do something. You said no both times.” You defended yourself.

    “Why didn’t you say anything when you were not feeling good then?” A worrisome look overshadowed his angrier look earlier.

    “Pfft,” you scoffed. You couldn’t believe what he was saying. “Really Chan? Do I need to feel less than okay, do I need to question if my boyfriend even wants to be with me, for you to actually worry now?” you challenged him full on.

    “What do you mean.” Chan wasn’t gullible, but sometimes when he gets too caught up on one thing, he misses another.

    “Why should it be my responsibility that you act like a reasonable boyfriend who cares about his girlfriend’s needs. I shouldn’t need to tell you when you should be doing your parts. You were on the line of almost ignoring me for a whole month, doing whatever you’re doing without caring for my well being, and the two times I ask to do something, I get pushed aside. And you’re here telling me I’m not trying harder?”

    “I already told you from the beginning, y/n, that I am not the best person to be in a relationship with. I lose track of times, get lost in my own thoughts. I apologize if I made you feel like I didn’t care about you. I do. Sometimes I just need time to myself, you know. And I try to do it without hurting your feelings but it’s hard. Because I care about you too.”

    “I know that you’ve warned me from the beginning. And I’m a fool. I can’t do it anymore, Chan. I’m not the girlfriend you want me to be. I thought I could do it because I love you so much... but it hurts to be away from you. I can’t do it, Chan. Sometimes I just miss you, and want to be with you, but I’m afraid I’m going to bother you because you’ve already set your boundaries. I’m sorry.” you started sobbing even thought you told yourself you weren’t going to cry. 

    Chan quickly pulled you into a hug as you ugly sob into his chest.

    “It’s going to be okay, y/n. We can get through this together. If you still love me, we can talk it through. You still love me, right?” he angled your frowning face up to his.

    “Of course,” you answer like music to his ear.

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Lee Know

    Before you ever accepted Minho’s confession, you’ve been told by nearly everyone around him that he would be a handful. And oh Jesus, you wish they had warned you better, because he wasn’t just a handful. Minho was a pain in the ass if he didn’t try. Even before you got together with him, he found pleasure in teasing and making fun of you whenever he got the chance to. 

    But besides the assholery moves Minho liked to pull, when he was just with you, he showed sides of himself that only you got to experience. That’s pretty much your answer whenever somebody ask you how did you guys even got into a relationship considering y’all were pretty much like fire and water. The person who everyone else found to be a living nightmare because you just don’t mess with him since he has such a way with his words, you’ll find yourself questioning your intelligence.

     Minho can either be the best person you’ll ever meet in your lifetime or as so he likes to claim, or he can be the person that makes your feet turn the other way whenever you hear his name. So you knew this weren’t going to turn out pretty when Minho was forced to be in a team with Hyunjin for game night and Hyunjin was losing every single point possible.

       At first, him and the rest tried to play it off light heartedly, but you can feel the room growing sour each time Hyunjin missed the hints and was unable to score a point for this game of Charades that was suggested by the super innovative Chan, who decided that Hyunjin and Minho in the same team was evolution.

       The others were having a blast poking fun at Hyunjin and Minho whose points were definitely not looking very nice until Minho out of a sudden, slapped the pile of papers onto the ground and said he’s had it.

    “I don’t want to be in a team with him! He sucks!” Minho pointed fingers at Hyunjin who obviously took it personal by the look of his face.

      The room silenced and everybody just stared until Chan spoke up, “Come on, just this once. You guys are never on the same team because you always want to change.” 

    “Yeah, because he sucks, can’t you see. Even a 5 year old kid would be able to score more points than him. We’re not even losing by a little. We’re unredeemable at this point,” Minho spit out without missing a single beat.

       Everybody was growing uncomfortable, especially Hyunjin who had done his best to stay positive the whole time.

    “Minho! Can you not. That’s incredibly rude. It’s just a game. Losing one night won’t kill you. How childish can you be.” You stared at your own boyfriend in disgust.

     “Really now, you’re going to argue with me against this?” It was like he really couldn’t believe you were not on his side.

    “So what if I am. You’re acting ridiculous and you deserve to know it.”

    “Guys! Please stop. Don’t argue because of me please. He’s right. I wasn’t very good. Don’t be angry at him because of me, y/n. I’ll be fine. I’m going to go outside to get some fresh air, I’ll feel better once I come back.” Hyunjin excused himself and left.

      You could only roll your eyes when Minho, being his stubborn self was refusing to go after Hyunjin and continued to stay in the same spot.

    “How selfish can one be.” You criticized him before you followed after Hyunjin.

     You had hoped Hyunjin didn’t think too much of it, knowing how Minho usually is. Being the sweetheart he is, he thanked you and told you not to worry. When you went back inside, the others notified you that Minho had already left and honestly, you could care less. He was being a d*ck and this time, you weren’t going to cave in. Only time would help kill that inflated ego of his. 

         About a week has passed and you still haven’t talked to Minho and vice versa. You knew that his diva ass would never give in, so you didn’t quite know why you were silently battling him when you’re pretty sure if you wanted to fix this, you’ll have to do it yourself. But you didn’t want to.

         You’ve had enough of Minho always getting what he wants, always having the last say in anything, and thinking that you’ll always bend backward for him. It’s kind of funny because Hyunjin had actually told you that Minho already apologized, so why are you guys still fighting? Pride. Now it’s just a fight of pride. And as much as Minho has it, you have a lot of it as well.

           It was the weekend, and usually you’ll spend your weekend with Minho doing whatever you guys usually do but since he wasn’t here anymore, you decided to just spend your day relaxing with a nice cup of tea watching Netflix. It was your day off work and you weren’t going to let this day go to waste.

           You gently set your tea down on the little table to your right, about to lay against the couch when the corner of your eyes caught your screen lit up with a text message. You sat back up and struggled for about a couple seconds trying to reach your phone that you had placed a little too far. 

           It was from Minho. You couldn’t believe it. Reading what he sent you just made it even more amusing.

        Stupid, are you going to apologize or not - Minho Lee

        Why should I apologize. What the hell? I didn’t do shit - Y/n

        Okay well I already said sorry to Hyunjin so I don’t know why you so pressed for. I didn’t do nun to you. I mean I know you kind of had a thing for him and all before we met but don’t take it out on me - Minho Lee

         This little shit, you thought.

         Bruh. I never liked him tf. I just think he’s very pretty. Prettier than me. And unlike someone, he actually has half a brain and some human decency - Y/n

           Okay we get it, you have a crush on Hyunjin - Minho Lee

           No, dumbass. The problem is you always going around saying, doing whatever you like without considering other people’s feelings. I know that’s your personality and all, but there’s a limit between what’s okay and what’s crossing the line, and whenever I try to tell you, you never listen. Always doing whatever you want. Hyunjin is one of your best friend and you hurt his feelings the other day and didn’t even feel bad about it until someone got in your face and told you you were being a d*ck. I love you, Minho. But I just wish you would listen sometimes and be open to I don’t know... improvements? - Y/n

           I’m sorry, I’ve just grew up this way so it’s hard to get out of a pattern. Sometimes I say things I don’t mean and sometimes I say things I do mean and then I don’t realize that my actions has caused harm to the other person, because I’ve just always been this way you know. Others have tried telling me before but I've always brushed it off because I am a stubborn person. But I care about you. You’re one of the very first person other than the members that I deeply care about. So if you’re telling me this out of love then I’ll take it into consideration. I know I should’ve been nicer to Hyunjin as well. Chan yelled at me for a while the other day, so please don’t yell at me too :( - Minho Lee

         Of course I care about you. Everything I do is out of love, dear. You’re one hell of a nuisance but I love you. I know you grew up this way and it is difficult getting out of a pattern, but take little steps. I’ll be here with you. and yeah, you totally deserved that from Chan. Jk I love you - Y/n

         You’re mean :( can I come over. We were supposed to go shopping today - Minho Lee

          Mhmmm. Let me think about it - Y/n

          Well you have 2 seconds, because I’m already outside your door - Minho Lee

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Changbin

    Changbin liked to brag about anything and everything, whether that’s how many confessions he got on Valentines, to how many people who wanted to be his partner when it came to a science project, or even the amount of girls that would hit on him daily.

    You never really minded because that was just how he is. And of course, mainly because you knew all those scenarios only existed in his head and was as real as flying fairies and pink unicorns. So when someone was actually blatantly hitting on him, Changbin wasn’t as knowledgeable as his bluffs claimed to be.

    Changbin was one of the best from his music class, so good that the professor made him the teacher’s assistant even when the semester was on going. He usually talk tales of how many students usually needs his help when it came to writing lyrics or composing as a beginner. Interesting enough, but nothing major as he’d like to phrase it.

    Then every time when you guys would usually meet at the end of classes to which you usually ask how his day went, he started talking about this girl who he’s currently assisting. At first it was nothing out of the ordinary. Just a student from his class who he’s helping because that’s his job. Even the first two or three days of his on-going blabbering about this student didn’t kick something in you until maybe the fourth time this week where this girl is always managing to squeeze herself into his schedule everyday. It shouldn’t have bothered you, but for some reason it did.

    Especially when he’d say alarming things like “Oh yeah and she also asked me if I wanted to get a drink after class but I told her I have plans.” or “She compliments me a lot and told me if I have time, she’d love to listen to my work.” 

    Maybe you’re overreacting and she’s just a really engaging and kind person. You felt bad at first for assuming such a thing about another human being, so you gave her the benefit of the doubt because you didn’t know your dumbass boyfriend would be this oblivious when someone is clearly trying to get inside his pant.

    So when you happened to walk past the school garden the following week and saw the both of them from your very clear sight, you were a little more than dumbfounded. This girl was not even trying to hide it at all. You didn’t know how Changbin was keeping his eyes to himself at this point. The outfit she was wearing was definitely very sexy and appealing. Changbin was still faced down, scribbling something on the music sheet trying to get the female to engage but she clearly had something else in mind.

    You could’ve sworn you saw her hand trailed alongside Changbin’s thigh and so you accidentally let out a shriek, but quickly hid behind the thick white pillar, grumpily dragging yourself back to class in anger after.

    After your final class of the day, Changbin waited for you at the bench near the entrance where you guys had always met up. He beamed with ecstasy once he saw you, but you quickly brushed past him and continued walking completely shunning his existence. His smile progressed into a frown once he realized that you were not in your usual mood.

    He ran in front of you and blocked any further movements.

    “Y/n, are you okay?” He asked with a concerning expression.

    You didn’t say anything and only continued scowling.

    “Come on. You know you can tell me anything,” He encouraged.

    You of course, continued to be silent for a few more seconds because you honestly couldn’t get anything out due to how enraged you were feeling on the inside.

    “You liar!”  you slapped his chest with literally no strength at all as your tears escaped at the same time.

    “Wait hold up, what did I lie about?” He was in complete confusion.

    “I saw it, Changbin. You and her at the garden. How could you let her make a move on you like that.”

    His face showed that it wasn’t really clicking with him until he thought more about it.

    “Who did I let make a move on me? Minji? I was only helping her, Y/n. Please don’t misunderstand. The class was getting really loud and we needed a quieter place, so I asked the instructor if it would be fine if me and her went somewhere else.”

    “So you just let her be all up on you like that? She was clearly hitting on you, Changbin. How do you not see it?” School was no place to be emotional, but here you were, bawling like a little baby at the entrance of the school as Changbin tries to comfort you. You guys definitely weren’t getting weird stares. Nope.

    “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t know you thought of it like that. Cause I didn’t. I just thought of her as another student that needed help. I’m sorry Y/n, if I made you uncomfortable. I didn’t do it on purpose I swear, because in my mind, there’s no one else but you. I know I like to boast all the time but I only do it as a joke because you seem to like it. I would never in a million year think of hurting your feelings. Hundreds of other girls could give me attention or like me, but none of them matters if they’re not you. I only love you, Y/n.”

    His words made you immediately stopped sobbing as if your broken heart has been patched up.

    “R-really? You mean it?” You pout.

    “Of course, silly. I would never think about being with someone else but you. Never.” He leveled your face with his.

    “I’m sorry I didn’t trust you. Just seeing another girl being intimate with you kind of tugged something in me.” you awkwardly chuckled.

    “Aww. My baby was jealous. Not going to lie, you’re kind of cute when you’re upset,” He teased you.

    “Changbin!” you slapped his shoulder in retaliation.

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Hyunjin

    Between the both of you guys, Hyunjin had always been the one who had the upper hand in almost everything when it came to catching others attention. Anything ranging from looks, to talent, or even intelligence, you can admit he’s got it better than you do.

    Going out to public places, you quickly got used to getting stares from other girls or even old Aunties who would comment on how good looking your boyfriend was, and how lucky you were to have him. They weren’t wrong, you were of course very lucky to have someone like Hyunjin who was definitely way too good for you. You didn’t take it to heart very much that other girls have eyes for him the way you do, because he’s made it distinctly known that he only saw you. Jealousy in the relationship was a bigger problem for you than for him at the beginning, because compared to him, you were not as sought after.

    The whole duration of your guys relationship, he never had to deal with any actual threat or competition that he could possibly lose you, or that you would find someone else more intriguing than him because he was always accustomed to you having your whole attention toward him whenever he was in the room. So that was why when the opportunity finally present itself, he found himself developing a sort of ill feeling that he wasn’t familiar with. A feeling that left a bitter taste in his mouth, one that turned his vision red when he wasn’t a violent person in the first place.

    You had been talking about this friend all week, reminiscing the past to Hyunjin about all the crazy things you and this friend did back in the days. Hyunjin being the amazing boyfriend he usually is, was very supportive of course. You haven’t seen this friend in years ever since his family moved away to another city.

    He called you a few days ago to let you know he’ll be back in Seoul, visiting for a few days and wanted to catch up. How could you let this chance pass by. The person that was there for you when you had your darker days, the person that ran miles through the rain when you needed him, there’s no way you would say no.

    Hyunjin was more than happy to accompany you to the Mall although you did assure him he didn’t have to, as you didn’t want to bother him if he had plans, but he was persistent he wanted to meet your friend and get to know one another. Since he agreed to everything, you thought might as well introduce them to each other.

    But Hyunjin’s cheerful and optimistic aura rapidly changed into a stinging one when your friend ran up to you with a hug, and oh boy did your friend looked nothing like Hyunjin had drew in his head. In his head, he was a she. The person that was arms deep within your hug didn’t have long flowing hair, nor did he looked very feminine like he had pictured. He was growing some kind of hatred for this stranger that he barely even knew, and it was only solidified more when you would get so engaged in conversation with your friend, you would forget for a moment Hyunjin was even there. 

    The way you laughed at his jokes mirrored how you would exactly react to Hyunjin’s whenever he said something funny. He hated how your friend would sometimes pull you so close to him and you would just go along with it. Hyunjin literally felt invisible. This friend of yours managed to shrink you and Hyunjin’s year long relationship into what felt like you both only knew each other for weeks. Hyunjin could tell just by his body languages and actions that this friend knew you for years. And then he just felt like nothing. Hyunjin was nothing compared to this friend of yours, and he was mad at himself, mad at you, mad at him, mad at everything.

    He was so tangled up in his own train of thoughts that he hadn’t even realized you have been trying to call him.

    “Hyunjin!” you pinched his arm not too hard.

    “Oh I’m sorry, what.”

    “Do you want ice cream?” You asked him.

    “I’m good no thank you,” He answered completely uninterested.

    “But you love ice cream, Hyunjin. Are you sure?” you tried to get a confirmation just one last time.

    “Yes, I am sure.” He rolled his eyes as if he’s being pestered by an annoying bug. It wasn’t what he said but it was the way he said it. He was giving you attitude and you didn’t like it at all.

    “Okay geez, just a no would’ve done.” you frowned.

    Hyunjin has his days, but he’s usually self composed when it came to your friends. He had always been nice and pretty kind if someone was close to you since you were his girlfriend, but he was different today. He was hushed and soundless, not at all like the Hyunjin you knew.

    “What flavor would you like, Y/n?” Sanghyun, your friend asked.

    “Mhmm. Any flavor will do.”

    “I’ll get mint for the both of us then, if that’s fine with you.” Sanghyun looked for an answer in your eyes.

    “Yeah, that’s fine.” You nodded.

    You were not too cool with the flavor but you haven’t seen your friend in a while and it wouldn’t hurt to just take it this one time, for him. It didn’t bother you too much that he might’ve forgotten. It’s been a while.

    Hyunjin was beyond confusion. For as long as he knew you, you hated mint. Absolutely refused to eat it whenever he took you out, and now all of a sudden you’re fine with it? For him?

    “But I thought you hate mint. So what? You suddenly like it now because he suggested it?” Hyunjin fired, as if he was ridiculing you.

    For a second you thought you forgot to clean your ears, because you refuse to acknowledge that Hyunjin was actually trying to cause a scene right now, in the mall, with your friend by your side, in front of all these people.

    “What’s up with you today, Hyunjin. Giving me an attitude when I asked a simple question and now this? If you have a problem, you can tell me. No need to make a scene,” you scolded him, utterly embarrassed by your boyfriend’s action.

    Sanghyun looked terrified down to his toes just glaring you guys down.

    “Fine, I’ll tell you what my problem is.” And without your consent, Hyunjin somehow managed to drag you all the way to the parking lot against your protest.

    “Let go, Hyunjin!” you threw his hold off of you.

    “What the hell is your problem? You made me look like an absolutely fool back there. How do you think Sanghyun feels now, seeing how much of an asshat my boyfriend is acting after all those stories I told him about how you’re the most kind and caring person ever,” you raised your voice, too irritated at this point to even care if anyone heard you.

    “Well, I probably wouldn’t be acting like this in the first place if you had made it clearer that your friend was a freaking guy.”

    “Really, Hyunjin. Is this what it’s about? That my friend is a guy? That’s it? I’m sorry but, if you’re going to act childish and jealous because you can’t handle me being friends with the opposite gender, then that’s your problem. Not mine. Besides, we don’t even like each other like that. He was one of my only friend back when I had nobody. He was there for me when no one else was. I don’t see anything else in him but the same guy back then who was like a best friend to me.”

    You had hope you knocked some sense into him. Your tone turning from furious to more serious.

    “I don’t care if he was your friend from back then or whatever. You have me now. I don’t like the way he looks at you, or act around you. I never act like that around any other females.”

    You were this close. This close to just straight punching him and running him over with his own car. The person you were talking to right now and yesterday was the difference between day and night. You think that might’ve been the shittiest thing Hyunjin has ever said since you’ve known him and you were denying it yourself that it came out of his mouth.

    “Oh go cry me a river, Hyunjin! When I was telling you the details of my past friendship before you even knew the gender, you were rooting for me, but now that you know it’s a guy you’re all of a sudden acting like a little bitch? Why does it matter whether it’s a guy or a girl?” You questioned his integrity, but most of all, you were just in disbelief.

    “Fine, whatever. Suit yourself.” He sarcastically threw his hands up in the air in defeat and drove away without final words from you. Unfuckingbelievable. He was like a little child throwing a tantrum because he didn’t get what he wanted.

    You didn’t want to leave Sanghyun hanging, but if you were to be frank, Hyunjin totally killed all the good vibes within you and left you with no motivation or energy to do anything else. You made way back to the ice cream court and simply apologized to Sanghyun on yours and Hyunjin’s behalf. He didn’t mind too much and only wished you luck on the relationship. It was a bummer that he was leaving tomorrow already and the only day he was free to spend it with you, your man child “boyfriend” had to go and ruin it all.

    When you entered the lonely atmosphere of your hollowed apartment, Hyunjin’s well being did crossed your mind because he was notorious for being quite stupid, always acting on his feelings whenever he was upset. You never had to worry too much before though because it was only on rare occasions where his head would be so far up his ass, but you knew this time was one of those occasion. But you were mad at him as well. Never in a million years could you picture him ever saying those nasty things.

    You settled down on the couch and eventually put your mind and body to rest. Today’s been a long day and you needed that nap more than anything. You had called Jeongin and Chan to notify them of what happened and to keep an eye out for Hyunjin in case, before closing your eyes and seeing black.

    When you were finally conscious enough, the only thing that made its existence clear, was the sound of traffic outside your window. You may have overslept just a tiny bit. Rubbing your eyes to get a better view of your surroundings, you felt a weight on you as you struggled to get up. Turning towards your left, you found Hyunjin completely knocked out and slouched against you with his head on your shoulder and his arms around your waist. Right, Hyunjin had a spare key to your apartment.

    He looked like an absolute angel that fell from heaven, almost as great as the day he conquered your heart. He was adorable and quite resembles a puppy when he’s not spurting all those hateful words. You needed to use the restroom bad so you made an effort to untangle him off of you but just as you were about to get up, a strong force wrapped you back down. 

    “Ahhh! I thought you were asleep.” you faced him with bulging eyes.

    “I was.” He calmly replied, his arms still around you.

    “Bummer. I like it when you’re peaceful and not so angry. You are cuter that way,” you purposely jabbed.

    “I’m sorry. I really am. I wasn’t thinking at the moment and just acted on emotions. I’m really sorry y/n. I was angry when I drove off but when I got home, I just kept thinking and thinking and the more I thought, the stupider I realize I was... please forgive me.” he pouted and rested his head on your shoulder.

    “Oh you big baby. Don’t try to bribe me with your cuteness now. You made Sanghyun scare of you and today was his only free day to catch up,” you scolded him as you pinched his cheeks.

    “I won’t ever do that again, I swear. I’ll be better next time. I was just... jealous when I saw another guy acting close to you. It makes me scare that I’m going to lose you. I know I was wrong. But I just want you to know I’m sorry.” He said it softly but also with shame.

    “Oh dear. There’s nobody else I love more than you. If anything, I should be the one scared to lose you.”

    “I only love you, y/n.” He looked into your eyes and did that little smile that always makes your heart weak. The one where his dimples would pop out.

    “I love you too, Hyunjin. Now let me go, I need to pee.”

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SORRY I GOT CARRIED AWAY WITH HYUNJIN’S. anyways.

Part 2 for the remaining members coming soon

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on the top | johnny (m)

title: on the top pairing: johnny x black!reader genre: smut, pwp request: “Hey I know your requests are closed and you probably won’t open them any time soon but I just did my own braids for the first time and I was thinking as I stretched and it flowed behind me if you could write a Johnny and his black gf riding him and as she’s doing so she runs her hands through her braids and let’s them rest there as she’s focused on pleasuring him and he just lays there admiring everything about her from her eyes, boobs to her stomach and where they’re connected(🤭). Thank you😬“ word count: 826 warnings: riding, some dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie (whew y’all must be tired of me with all these creampie fics LMAO 😅 but please wear condoms everyone) a/n: due to personal reasons, i will be passing away ☠ (also, requester, i am jealous...still can’t do my own hair 😪)

“Johnny…”

A shaky sigh leaves your lips as you take Johnny inside of you, his length sliding against your walls. You’re deliciously full with him. Johnny runs his hands across your stomach as he fills you up, his breaths coming heavier at the sensation of being enveloped in something so wet and so warm. His hands drift to your sides as you begin riding him, and his tongue pokes into the side of his mouth at the warm pleasure settling itself low in his stomach.

Usually, when you’re both in this position, he takes the lead and you let him fuck up into you, controlling your movements even from beneath you. You don’t mind being guided over his cock like this, though; it makes you feel vulnerable in a good way. You like when he uses his strength on you in the bedroom and manhandles you as he likes. 

Now, though, he takes a few moments to simply observe how you work on top of him. Johnny’s hands never leave your body. His fingers slip over your cinnamon skin where the sweat is already gathering, but he makes no move to push or pull your hips into him.

Your hands come to your braids as you are engulfed with pleasure. You need something to hold onto to stabilize yourself, and you run your hands through your hair as you ride your boyfriend, pulling lightly at the long twists as you do. 

Johnny watches you grasp your hair as you move on top of him, your walls squeezing around him—purposely, which he knows you like to do when you really want to test him. His eyes grow a little hazy from it, and he can’t help the low moan that pours out of him. Everything about you—from your hair, lips, and breasts to your hips, stomach, and clit as it rubs against his pubic bone—makes him want to lose himself in you forever. Or scoop you in his arms and roll you both over so he can bury himself into you as deeply as he can.

He settles on the former, though, not wanting to disturb the nice rhythm you’ve established by now. His hands drift higher, grasping your breasts and brushing over your nipples.

“How’s it feel?” Johnny asks, though he’s a little surprised at how his own voice sounds to his ears, colored with lust and rougher than usual.

It takes you a few moments to respond, as you’ve just found a good angle for his cock to slide against your g-spot, and you shudder and moan, your hands tightening in your braids. “It’s good,” you sigh, still rocking your hips on him.

The corner of his lips quirks up, and his eyes drop back down to where you’re both connected, where his dick is already glistening from your wetness. “Just good?” Then, he moves his hips up a bit to meet yours, and that draws another moan from you.

“A-amazing,” you stammer. And, because you know it’ll stoke his ego more, you add, “You’re so big.”

Now his smirk turns into a full grin. “I know, baby.” One of his hands leaves your breasts to sneak around behind you, and he grips your ass with his large palm. “You love this big dick, don’t you? Love how it fills you up?”

You nod, a small whine slipping out, but you also laugh slightly as you finally take your hands from your hair and balance them on his torso so you can push your hips down on him faster. “Don’t m-make it sound like we’re in a corny porno, Johnny.”

“Babe, you started it,” Johnny jokes, but his attention slips as he feels the heat and tension building in his abdomen with your increased pace. Now he actively meets your thrusts as he rocks up into you, your skin sticking together and creating a wet sound. This pushes Johnny even closer to the edge, and his cock throbs. “I’m close, fuck.”

“Do it inside,” you tell him, and grind against him in a way that stimulates your clit and makes your legs tremble.

Johnny laughs, already knowing what your response would be. “My baby wants to take all my cum? Wants me to cream this pussy?”

“Please,” you moan, leaning forward a bit so you can press your lips to his.

It’s only a few seconds later when Johnny comes, and you follow quickly after him. You can’t get over how his hands clasp you hard to his body and how his dick pulses inside you as he spills his seed into you. His voice is deep and beautiful in your ears as you climax together, and you already feel his cum dripping back out of you—messy, but still erotic.

Johnny smiles and gently grasps the nape of your neck, feeling the texture of your braids sweeping over the back of his hand. “So fucking pretty,” he murmurs, and then kisses you hard once more.