#grey headboard bed

[mrslumber1]

Add timeless elegance and functionality to your bedroom with our grey divan beds. These versatile beds not only provide a stylish aesthetic but also offer practical storage solutions to keep your space organized. Complete your look with a luxury headboard UK, designed to enhance both comfort and style. Whether you’re looking for a sleek, modern finish or a plush, luxurious feel, our collection provides the perfect combination for a sophisticated, restful sleep environment.

[beds-divans]

Can You Put Any Headboard on a Divan Bed?

1. Introduction

When it comes to upgrading the aesthetics of your bedroom, adding a headboard to your bed can make a significant impact. However, if you own a divan bed, you might be wondering if it's possible to enhance it with a stylish headboard. In this article, we'll delve into the world of divan beds and explore the options available for attaching a headboard.

2. Understanding Divan Beds

2.1 What is a Divan Bed?

A divan bed is a type of bed base that provides a comfortable and supportive foundation for your mattress. It typically consists of a sturdy wooden frame covered in fabric, often with built-in storage drawers.

2.2 Advantages of Divan Beds

Highlighting the benefits of divan beds, such as space optimization, durability, and a clean, contemporary look.

3. Types of Divan Beds

3.1 Standard Divan Beds

Exploring the conventional divan beds without any additional features.

3.2 Ottoman Divan Beds

Discussing the unique design of ottoman divan beds, known for their storage capabilities.

4. Headboard Compatibility with Divan Beds

4.1 Divan Beds with Attached Headboards

Examining divan beds that come with pre-attached headboards, providing a seamless design.

4.2 Divan Beds Without Attached Headboards

Addressing the possibility of adding a headboard to a divan bed that doesn't have one pre-attached.

5. Attaching a Headboard to a Divan Bed

5.1 DIY Options

Providing step-by-step instructions for those who want to take a hands-on approach to attach a headboard to their divan bed.

5.2 Professional Installation

Highlighting the benefits of hiring a professional to ensure a secure and aesthetically pleasing headboard attachment.

6. Choosing the Right Headboard

6.1 Size and Dimensions

Guiding readers in selecting a headboard that complements the size and dimensions of their divan bed.

6.2 Design and Material Options

Discussing various headboard designs and materials to suit different bedroom styles.

7. Maintaining Aesthetics and Comfort

7.1 Upholstery Considerations

Exploring upholstery choices that enhance both the visual appeal and comfort of the headboard.

7.2 Cleaning and Maintenance Tips

Providing practical tips on keeping the divan bed and headboard looking fresh and inviting.

8. Addressing Concerns

8.1 Stability and Safety

Assuring readers about the stability and safety of attaching a headboard to a divan bed.

8.2 Impact on Warranty

Discussing potential implications on the warranty of the divan bed when adding an external headboard.

9. Conclusion

In conclusion, enhancing the look of your divan bed with a headboard is not only possible but also offers a myriad of options. Whether you choose a bed with a pre-attached headboard or decide to customize it yourself, the key is to ensure compatibility and safety. If You want to Purchase a headboard You can Visit Bedsdivans.co.uk

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

Q1: Can I attach any headboard to a divan bed?

Yes, in most cases, as long as the attachment is secure and does not compromise the stability of the bed.

Q2: Are there specific headboards designed for divan beds?

Yes, there are headboards tailored to fit divan beds perfectly, ensuring a seamless and aesthetically pleasing look.

Q3: Can I DIY a headboard attachment for my divan bed?

Certainly, DIY options are available, and many individuals successfully attach headboards to their divan beds with proper guidance.

Q4: What is the standard height for a divan bed headboard?

The height can vary, but it's generally recommended to choose a headboard that is proportionate to the size of your divan bed.

Q5: Will adding a headboard void the warranty of my divan bed?

It's crucial to check the manufacturer's warranty terms, as some may have specific guidelines regarding modifications to the bed.

[noisett-e]

Miami Bedroom Master Inspiration for a large transitional master medium tone wood floor and beige floor bedroom remodel with beige walls, a standard fireplace and a tile fireplace

[lumimarjan]

Bedroom in Miami Inspiration for a huge transitional master medium tone wood floor, brown floor, vaulted ceiling and wood wall bedroom remodel with gray walls

[protector-of-the-small]

Master Bedroom New York

Inspiration for a large, contemporary master bedroom renovation with a gray floor

[hayleymulch-art]

Guest Bedroom

An illustration of a medium-sized traditional guest bedroom with white walls and no fireplace and a dark wood floor.

[evie-sturns]

needy - Matt Sturniolo

summary: where matt just cant keep his hands off you, you have no other option but to make sure he gets what he wants, to be ruined.

contains: smut, sub!matt, teasing, clingy!matt, overstimulation, teasing, fluff.

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matt walked into the living room, i lay curled up on the white couch in my pretty pink pyjama set, which was matts favourite. it always got him going.

"hi matt!" i say softly with a small smile as he flops down on the couch beside me, his large grey zip up sweater hanging loosely off of him.

"hey baby," he whispers, his lips curling up into a grin.

"whats got you all happy?" i giggle slightly as his grin widens,

"mmmm." he whines, moving up the couch to right beside me.

"you look pretttyy," matt mumbles, pulling me onto his lap.

my eyebrows raise slightly, now straddling him completley, my eyes locked onto his.

he stares up at me, his hands gripping my hips while gently rubbing them up and down the sides of my body.

"i'm gonna start on dinner now okay?" i speak softly, pecking a quick kiss to his lips before moving to get off his lap.

“no-! no.” he says, grabbing my waist and holding me down on his lap.

i furrow my eyebrows, “you okay?” i laugh slightly,

“i don’t need dinner, i’m not hungry.” he speaks, his blue eyes staring up at me desperately.

his brown hair falls in front of his face, his long fingers gently sinking into the plush skin of my waist.

“i need dinner, because i am hungry.” i smile,

i move to get off of him again, standing on the floor infront of him,

matt quickly stands up next to me, stepping infront of me to block my path.

“please- just..” he breathes, a small frown on his face

“please?” he repeats himself, his voice softer now

“matt, i’m genuinely starving to death, i’ll be quick.” i speak, earning a loud whine from him.

“but-“ he groans, flopping into my arms.

he rests his forehead on my shoulder, his arms draped over my neck.

“matt? what is going on baby.” i whisper into his hair.

he shakes his head, not wanting to directly say what he wants.

“jus’ want you.” he mumbles,

i gently lift him off of me, “what do you want me to do?” i ask him,

his cheeks flush a deep red as he stands infront of me, his eyes wandering around the room.

“like- fuck- i don’t know!- you know-!” he babbles, his hands clenching at his sides.

i smile at him, my eyebrows slightly raised at his… questionable.. behaviour.

i nod at him encouragingly, trying to get him to use his words.

“just..” he trails off, reaching for the hem of my tank top.

i place my hands ontop of his, stopping his movements.

“matt, i said use your words.” i speak firmly, a hint of teasing in my tone.

“but- ‘s so embarrassing..” he mutters, his hands balling up the fabric of the bottom of my tank top.

he runs his fingers down my sides, stopping on my hips.

he kneads the skin of my hips, his breathing shallow.

i give him a warning glare, “matt..”

“fine- can you just.. please fuck- fuck me..?” he finally gets the words out, his eyes squeezing shut as his whole face turns into a deep pink.

“sure i can, gonna have to be a bit more specific though.” i speak softly, grabbing his hands and guiding him out of the living room.

i drag him down the hallway, smiling as i come up to my bedroom door.

i push open the bedroom door, dragging matt inside by his pale hand.

i gently guide him over to the bed, laying him down on it.

i stand on the bed, looking over matt as he lays spread out across the matress.

after a few seconds of just admiring his flustered state, i slowly guide myself down onto his lap.

i sit down on his crotch, covered by the material of his jeans.

he sits up against the headboard of the bed, staring at me as i just sit comfortably on his lap.

for a split second, i grind myself gently on his thigh, before stopping.

he lets out a small gasp, his hands finding their way to my waist.

“please, please..?” he whispers, his eyes fixed on my tits right infront of him, the thin fabric of my tank top allowing my nipples to subtly poke through.

“please what?” i push him due to the fact he’s being just so vague.

“i told you already- just please.” he whines,

“stop the whining.”

“sorry.” he instantly replies, his lips pursed into a thin line.

i nod, going silent as i wait for him to speak,

but he doesn’t.

just to get him worked up i grind myself on his lap again, his breathing instantly picks up and i swear i can almost hear his heartbeat.

i feel his bulge grow under me, straining against the thick fabric of his jeans

“oh my god-“ he breathes, his hands clasped onto my hips as he guides me back and forth on his lap.

i lean down right next to his ear, letting out a teasingly soft moan.

matt’s head tips back, “you’re- you’re gonna make me cum in my pants.” he says, his voice barely audible.

“if you can’t tell me what you want, then that’s what’s gonna happen.” i speak firmly,

“just fuck me- please just ride me god-“ he spits out, his face beet red.

i grin, “very good.” i whisper

i move off his lap, kneeling on the matress to the side of him.

he stays sat up against the headboard, his body rigid.

“it hurts.” he whispers, crossing his legs.

“i bet it does.” i grin widely, knowing i’ve got him completely at my mercy.

i crawl between his legs, staying on my knees.

i drag my acrylic nails up his thigh, then back down, at a painfully slow rate.

“y/n, please- please don’t tease.” he whines.

i smile at him, his words only adding fuel to my actions.

i drag my nails over his bulge, adding a slightly bit of pressure.

“oh my god-!” he lets out, his back arching slightly.

“so sensitive.” i tut,

i slowly unbutton his jeans, he lifts his hips up almost instantly to help me.

i slide them down his thighs, and off his feet, throwing them somewhere across the room.

his erection strains against his black boxers, a clear tent visible.

i drag my nails over the waistband of his boxers, “tell me how bad you want it.” i whisper,

“s-so bad.” he groans, his voice shaky and his fists balling up the sheets beside him.

i gently tug down his boxers, my grin only widening at the sight of his dick.

his tip is a raw pink, precum dripping out of the top, down his long shaft.

“so so pretty matt.” i whisper,

his eyes squeeze shut, “i can’t- i’m so- i need you.”

he’s a total mess.

i gently take his length in my hand, just holding it, nothing else.

he lets out a sharp gasp, bucking his hips up into me.

“you are desperate aren’t you?” i taunt,

he nods frantically, “yes yes!”

i gently let his dick go, moving up his body to press a quick kiss to his pouty lips.

i gently sit on his thighs, his cock resting against my stomach.

i pull my pyjama shorts to the side, knowing matt won’t have much more patience if i take the time to stand up and fully remove them

my bare cunt presses against his thigh, driving him even more crazy.

i gently lift myself up, hovering above his tip.

he lets out a pathetic sound of pure need.

i slowly sink down onto him, his hands instantly fly up to my waist as he lets out a cross between a gasp and a moan.

“h-h-holyyy… shit.” he whimpers as i slowly take more and more of him.

his fingertips sink into my waist as he stares up at me.

i slowly start to bounce on him, his eyes stay fixed on me as i quicken my pace. i throw my head back as i balance my hands on his thighs behind me.

"i can't, oh my god y/n-" he whines, his grip on my waist tightening, the metal of his rings pressing against the warmth of my skin.

"your okay, your doing so well." i say with a small moan as i repeatedly hit my g-spot with his tip,

he lets out a loud cry, i feel his dick twitch inside of me as his abs tense.

“i’m so close- i’m gonna- oh my god- i can’t..” he babbles out incoherent nonsense.

he whimpers, his blue eyes locked on mine through the hair that covers his forehead.

i lean down and connect our lips, continuing to bounce ontop of his dick, feeling my own stomach tightening.

he whimpers into my mouth, sending jolts of pleasure through my body.

i disconnect our lips to take a breath, my movements quickening.

matt arches his back off the bed, a strangled noise exiting his mouth as he finally finishes.

i feel his release coat my inner walls, the sticky sensation only adding to my pleasure

“please- it hurts-“ he whines as i continue to bounce on his sensitive dick.

“don’t care- you- you came too fast!” i groan, chasing my own release.

he whines, now squirming on the matress.

“god!-“ he cries out, his fists clutching at the pillows beside him.

i feel the knot in my stomach tighten further, tingles rushing through my body.

“i’m close-“ i reassure him as he takes me just so well.

he nods frantically, his cheeks pink and his legs barely shaking.

i finally clench around him, a loud moan escaping my throat as i finish.

i instantly pull off of him, my juices running down his cock and onto his lower stomach.

he finally relaxes, lying spread across the matress with his eyes shut.

“holy- shit.” he finally speaks up after a minute of silence.

i let out a tired giggle, crawling to the edge of the bed and standing up.

“no-“ he whines, sitting up and pulling me down ontop of him.

“still clingy after all of that?” i tease him, before following up with a snarky comment,

“maybe we’ll have to go round two to really teach you a lesson.”

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[woolgatheringandmiscellany]

Guest - Transitional Bedroom

Mid-sized transitional guest bedroom idea with a medium tone wood floor and brown floor, gray walls, and no fireplace

[fysanayairani]

Bedroom - Guest Mid-sized transitional guest carpeted bedroom photo with beige walls

[carables]

Bedroom Wallpaper in Berkshire Example of a large trendy master carpeted, beige floor and wallpaper bedroom design with gray walls

[sturniqlo]

KINKTOBER WEEK 5 | FOCUS- M.S

summary: where matt chooses to play video games over his girlfriend and it ends with him not being able to touch her for a while

cw: cursing, SMUT; dom(?)!reader, masterbating!f, oral!f receiving, hair pulling, fingering, making out

an: this is super super short, i honestly hate it, but happy kink-o-ween | until next kinktober...

masterlist | kinktober | join my taglist

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it was friday night and y/n was over matt's house. ever since they started dating, she always spent the weekends at his house. no matter how she felt, she never missed the opportunity to stay a weekend at his. today was no different, she had driven to his, her duffel bag packed to the brim, and she was now laying in his bed.

however, ever since she got here he's been sitting at his desk playing fortnite. matt had probably spoken less than forty words to her. she was getting needy for his attention.

"baby!" y/n says for the hundredth time. "yes?" matt turns his head before looking back at his screen. "get off, pay attention to me." she whines. "wait until i win a game, okay? i get this really cool prize if i do." he quickly turns back and sees that he had gotten killed.

"fuck!" he said, his hand coming down on the desk. "please?" she pouted. "m' almost there, babe." matt fixed his headset and went back to playing. she sighed, tapped her fingers on her chest, thinking of ways to get his attention. calling out for him and telling him clearly didn't work,

she huffs, feeling the familiar ache between her thighs. she had been on her period for the last couple of days and and it was torture without matt's touch. now that she was off, he didn't touch her. he was literally right in front of her, yet he didn't pay attention to her. she decided to take care of the problem herself.

y/n pulled her sweatpants off and tossed them on the floor and the cold air littered goosebumps on her legs. she centered herself in the middle of the bed and propped a pillow against the headboard and laid against it, pressing her feet flat against the bed.

she lifting her hips and pulled her panties down to the middle of her thigh. her hand trailed in between her thighs to her wet folds. "shit." she sighed in relief when she felt her cold fingers on her clit. matt turns his head around as he hears her moan out. the sight of her touching herself makes him get hard instantly. "holy shit- babe." he takes his headset off before heading over to her.

y/n is quick to speak before he can get up. "no, you stay over there until you win a round, okay? i told you- fuck- several times to pay attention to me." he whines as she continues to play with herself. "please, baby. i'm- i'm sorry." matt looks at her fingers going in and out of her.

"once you win- mm- you get to touch me. and if- if i cum before you win- shit- you don't get to touch me." her pace quickened. matt felt himself get hard in his sweatpants. "but, baby." she shook her head. "focus on your game." her jaw slacked when she massaged the spongy spot inside of her. "fuck- fine." he sighed, turning back around in his chair his head turned back to her twice more before finally focusing on his game.

as he played with shaky hands, the loudness of her moans increased and it was hard for him to focus. the sound of her little whines went straight to his cock and he was now forming a wet patch in the front of his grey sweats. his leg bounced up and down as he tried to win as fast as he could, he didn't even care about the prize anymore, he wanted her. to touch her, to taste her.

"mm- oh shit!" she gasped as she lightly pinched her clit just like matt always did. she rolled the swollen bud in between her two fingers and it drove her crazy. "matt- i'm gettin' so close." she bit her lip trying to suppress her moans so she could get the full sentence out. matt heard her and his grip on the controller tightened. "baby, wait- please."

as much as she wanted to teach him a lesson. she listened to him and removed her fingers from her clit and slipped them into her tight hole. she moaned, even though they didn't fill her up like matt did.

y/n pumped her fingers in and out of her. the squelching sound of her sopping pussy hit matt. "fuck." he muttered to himself hearing the erotic sound. he was so into his thoughts that he didn't even realize he had won.

YOU WON

click anywhere to claim your prize

he didn't care to click, he tossed his controller onto his desk and pushed himself off of his chair and made his way to y/n. her eyes were closed in pleasure and matt saw her arousal covered fingers going in and out of her, her panties were still tucked in between her knees. matt wasted no time in pulling her legs, bringing her to the edge of the bed and removed her panties all the way off.

"matt!" she gasped when she felt his mouth connect with her pussy. "taste so fucking good!" he moaned against her. the vibrations adding to her pleasure. "f-fuck- so good." her hands tangled into his hair, pulling just how he liked it. matt threw her legs over his shoulders and continued to devour her while she was a whimpering mess. "don't stop- i'm so close. putting your mouth into good use, yeah? how 'bout you put your fingers to use." her jaw slacked when she felt his tongue prod at her hole.

he placed one last kiss on her clit before removing his mouth and bringing his two fingers and slid them up her slit, coating his fingers with her arousal. his fingers toyed with her bud, he loved to see her legs try and close. "yes- so good." she nodded against the bed. the two fingers slid back down and entered her hole- stretching her out. matt felt her warm walls tighten around his fingers.

"so tight for me, baby." he licked his lips before placing his mouth on her clit while his fingers thrusted into her. "shit! keep going, please! feels so good. fucking love your fingers in me." the sting of his scalp hurt so good.

a few sucks and thrusts later, her legs were shaking and she was coming. "i'm cumming, matt. fucking- holy shit!" her legs shook and she tried to close her legs around his head. matt kept them open, still licking her clit. once she started pushing his head away, he kissed up her clothed torso up to her lips. "m' sorry, m' never ignoring you again. always gonna be there to help you, m'kay?" he mumbled against her lips.

she giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck bringing him closer. "go claim your prize, babe." she pulled away and looked into his eyes. he shook his head.

this was his prize.

[gutsby]

Homemade

Pairing: dbf!Joel x Reader

Summary: While your dad’s watching a movie downstairs, you and his best friend decide to make one of your own.

Warnings: 18+. Sneaky sex tape fun with dbf!Joel ;-) Unprotected p-in-v. Age gap. Daddy kink. Facefucking. Joel being the world’s worst cameraman. Shower sex. Overstimulation via adjustable shower head. Dirty talk. Screaming ‘daddy’ too loud, and your father shows up.

Translations: In Chile, pico is slang for penis. Joel’s is big.

Part of the Waiting Game series

“If this ever ends up on PornHub, I’ll kill you, Miller.”

Joel knew you meant it, too.

The only reason you’d agreed to make this dumb little ���home video’ at all was because you were headed back to college tomorrow and wouldn’t see him again until May. Doing long distance was tough, but doing long distance while simultaneously trying to keep a risqué, torrid, and totally-not-age-appropriate love affair with your father’s best friend under wraps was infinitely more difficult. This was the safest way to keep desire alive in the meantime.

Immortalized on a Sony CCD-TR70—because neither one of you trusted iCloud to keep a sex tape secret.

It had also been the only video camera you could find in the closet before your dad had plopped down on the couch just outside your room and announced he would be watching Oppenheimer for the third time. You’d had to scurry off fast before he could invite you to join him.

“I’ll be damned—this thing’s gotta be as old as I am,” Joel mused as he stood at the foot of the bed, camcorder pointed at your semi-nude form.

“I didn’t know they had cameras back in the Stone Age.”

Your smirk didn't flinch, even when Joel flipped you off.

You were lying on your side, head propped up on one hand while the other picked at a few loose strings from the comforter. The lacy, pastel pink bustier holding your tits in place was currently making breathing feel like a chore, and your skin was on fire from the warmth of the room, but you tried not to show it. Joel twisted a dial.

“Alright, now...flash ‘em for daddy,” he grinned as soon as the lens focused in where he wanted: your cleavage.

You rolled your eyes.

“A little closer, please,” you said, patting the space in front of you.

Joel didn’t need to be told twice. With one hand still cradling the camera, he clambered over the bed so fast he nearly tripped and took a nosedive in the headboard. You had to cover your mouth to contain a shriek of laughter—and terror—as his frame barreled into yours.

“JOEL!”

Fortunately, your cameraman was quick to recollect himself, planting a knee on either side of your chest once he’d knocked you onto your back. Then, from above, he angled the grey-black hunk of metal just a foot away:

“Anything you’d like to say to the folks watching at home, ma’am?” Joel inquired, suddenly assuming all the poise and matter-of-fact elocution of a news reporter.

You stuck your tongue out at the camera and blew the wettest, fattest raspberry you could muster in response.

Joel hummed, zoomed in on your lips, and nodded.

“Fascinating,” he said, pretending to make sense of the fart noise you’d just made with your mouth, “Have you ever given thought to maybe...sucking cock on camera?”

The swiftness with which he was able to dodge your kick was remarkable. He swayed the camera just out of reach before you could shove it away and say, ‘Joel, quit being GROSS’ and he promptly replied, ‘Ain’t that the whole point of a sex tape, sweet pea? Bein’ a little bit gross?’ And you playfully tried to kick him again, only this time, he caught your foot and yanked you closer to him. He turned the camcorder back to your face and grinned.

“That’s my little pornstar,” he murmured with affection. Then, zooming in again, this time to find your panty line, “Riiiiight there.”

You knew giving Joel Miller recording privileges for an occasion as momentous as this was a bad idea. At the rate you were going now, you’d be seeing the sunrise through the window before you ever got a glimpse of his dick. You needed to take matters into your own hands.

Literally.

You crawled on all fours to get to Joel across the bed.

The man, kneeling with the camera pointed in your direction, looked up to cock a brow at you.

“Sweetheart, hey, can ya do that one more—”

“Hush,” you muttered, closing in on his crotch. 

Your head was lowered so you could undo the front of his jeans. Because of this, your back was arched, and your ass was pointed up just the slightest bit. For a second, Joel seemed torn between tilting the lens to your lower half or your face, which was inching ever closer to the bulge in his trousers. In time, he landed on the latter.

He swallowed. That sight never got old—and seeing it displayed on the camcorder’s semi-grainy screen only made it that much hotter. Joel shifted on his knees while you worked him out of his boxers, watching the nimble movements of your fingers as you wrestled the fabric.

“Wanna—” Glancing to the side of the bed, “—maybe—”

“Yup.”

Both of you liked it better on the floor: you on your knees in front of Joel, chin tilted up to see his reactions as you sucked him off. You loved to sink between his legs and then see and feel nothing but him, brain going blank the moment his cock filled your mouth. Joel slid a pillow under your knees before widening his stance some.

“Is it on?” Your hand was wrapped firmly around the base of his cock and your lips were hovering an inch from the tip. You resisted the urge to lick the precum off just yet.

“Darlin’, it’s been on ever since you stepped outta the bathroom in that— that—” Joel seemed to be searching for a word when the head of his cock was enveloped in a kiss. You dragged your tongue across the slit of him and collected the hot, salty beads with a muffled moan.

Then you pulled off.

“Teddy,” you said, reminding him of the name for that pretty little tulle and lace getup you currently had on.

“Teddy,” Joel echoed, his mind a million miles away from any lingerie jargon at the moment. He held the camera tighter as you took him back into your mouth and sank deeper on his cock. He struggled to keep it steady.

It was strange, watching Joel and the rounded glass of the lens as you did this dirty thing that was only meant to be shared between you and him. Knowing it would be recorded, saved for future viewing, displayed on some dimly lit screen in Joel’s bedroom maybe one, twice, or more likely than not, several dozen times over the next three months. You wondered how you might look from this new point of view; though, you weren’t so sure you needed to know what sight Joel was made privy to while you sucked and hollowed your cheeks around his cock.

As it turned out, that uncertainty wasn’t meant to last you very long, because Joel flipped the camera’s screen around two seconds later. Some sepia-tinted, pixelated rendition of your face, framed by the date and time and a bright red flashing dot beside the word ‘REC’ were the first to greet you. You flinched back just a little.

“Joel,” you said, almost bashful, “Flip it back.”

Joel just grinned. Then he laced his fingers through your hair and tugged you closer to him, thumb stroking over your scalp, “C’mon, darlin’, don’t ya wanna see how goddamn pretty ya look on your knees for me?”

You didn’t think you looked pretty at all. In fact, you reckoned your features looked something more like an alien utility funnel than a real, human face as you tilted your chin inward and seemed to be nothing but eyes and a hollowed-out expression, but you let Joel guide you back onto him all the same. You heard a low rumble of pleasure take shape in his chest as your lips slid over his shaft. Your gaze remained glued to the screen as you did.

Wet with saliva and a few faint traces of precum, you continued to bob your head up and down. Joel’s groans grew louder, and your drive to take him further and further surged as well. By the time his hand was tightening into a white-knuckled fist in your hair, you’d nearly taken him all the way to the back of your throat, and your nose was no more than an inch from the soft tufts of hair on his belly. Joel let out a shuttering breath.

“Fuck me,” he heaved. You might’ve smiled if your lips weren’t otherwise occupied. Then he clenched his hand even harder and murmured, “Can you— can I, please—”

Again, you didn’t need him to finish the rest of the question to know what he wanted. You moved your head back just slightly to nod, a low, ‘Mhmm’ reverberating down the length of his dick as you gave him permission. Joel swallowed and set the camera aside immediately.

He placed it on the nightstand, perfectly level with your head, to the side. Then he rotated the device just a bit, took one glance at the screen, and shortly returned to where you were watching him with wide, glossy eyes.

“Ready?” he asked. His right hand now joined the left at the back of your head, but not before thumbing a quick touch over your cheek to get a feel for your approval.

You hummed once more. You watched Joel’s hips move forward, hands secure around your scalp all the while, and you felt a gentle nudge at the back of your throat. Then another. You couldn’t help the impulse to gag, but thankfully, it was short-lived. Joel peered down at you, eyes searching yours for any plea to stop or slow down, but he found nothing. He sheathed himself deeper until your lips were brushing the base of his dick. He groaned.

“That’s a good…fuckin’ girl,” he managed, voice strained, “Takin’ my cock so deep.”

He shifted his hips to move an inch or two out, then slid his cock forward again, bumping that spot at the top of your throat. This time, you were better adjusted to take him and felt your muscles expand and contract around him without activating your gag reflex. Your eyes stayed trained on his face while he dragged his cock back again.

“My pretty girl and her—” Joel stabbed back into you, somehow tender in the way he did it, “—pretty fuckin’ mouth…Sweet thing likes gettin’ facefucked, does she?”

With the increased pace of his thrusts and the grip he had on the sides of your head, you couldn’t quite answer, but Joel could tell from the glint in your eye that you loved when he manhandled and fucked your throat like this. Watched the light sear gently behind those irises as you swallowed every inch of his cock, back and forth, and let your brain break down to little more than a happy, mindless mush. Joel was always keen to oblige you on that front—aroused to no end at the sight of all your thoughts being fucked straight out of your head—and within the next few thrusts, his gut was giving a familiar clench. He pulled halfway out of your mouth, paused, felt the pinch again, then withdrew from your lips fully.

“Get on the bed.”

You straightened back up and made it over to the mattress, quickly. Before you could assume the position you’d been hoping to take on all fours, you felt yourself flipped on your back. Joel yanked your hips to the edge of the bed and kneeled down between your legs. Hooked his fingers under the waistband of your panties and had them shuffled down your thighs and past your ankles in no time at all. Then, when he lowered his lips to your wet, aching core, you pressed a touch to the crown of his head.

“Joel, wait,” you said. All of a sudden your chest felt tight.

In spite of the fact that your airways were open and completely free from any obstruction—namely, Joel’s big ol’ pico—you still found it difficult to inhale. Some murky, amorphous sense of anxiety weighed over your chest.

When your hand didn’t move from his head and instead pushed him further, Joel furrowed his brows, perplexed.

“What’s’a matter, darlin’?”

You shook your head, more to yourself than to him.

“I haven’t…just— haven’t washed down there today…o-or shaved,” you stammered, “Don’t want you to taste it.”

That was largely a lie. You’d bathed, shaved, and prepared for this just fine, but really were more concerned about the novel optics that loomed overhead. Being filmed in such a singularly vulnerable state without knowing how to act. You were fine when the attention was focused on Joel and his pleasure, but something about having your every whimper and moan laid bare before you on film felt daunting. Unnerving, in a way.

Joel frowned while rubbing your thigh. His brow pinched inward again, as if he were considering something.

Then he moved across your body, and your muscles eased with relief at the thought that he’d just let it go and get to fucking you exactly how you wanted. You reached for him, ready to wrap your legs around his waist, when a yelp clawed out of your throat. You found that you didn’t get to touch his chest, or his cheeks, or his big, broad, beefy shoulders, as you were promptly thrown over the latter of the three body parts and lifted when Joel stood up from the bed. He started carrying you across the room, heedless of the startled, ‘What the FUCK, Miller?’ you’d cried the second he took one step.

Hardwood floors transformed to tile before your eyes, and shortly, you realized you were being brought into your bathroom.

You heard the squeak of some metal knob being turned, then a brief sputter, then a spray of water raining down on your shower floor. You were still being held hostage over Joel’s shoulder, try as you might to bite at his lower back or smack his ass in an attempt to break loose.

He set you down a second later, seemingly unfazed.

“Get in.” He nodded toward the shower.

Before you had a chance to respond, he left. You stood back in disbelief—refusing to go into the shower and let Joel have his win—but just as you opened your mouth to call out and tell him as much, his form slipped back in through the door. Naked, now, and wielding that stupid, goddamned camcorder with a devious glint in his eye.

“Will you—” You held out a defensive hand in front of you, cheeks already heating, “—stop with that?!”

Secretly, the corners of your lips were fighting a smile as Joel drew closer with the camera held up to your face.

“There she is, folks,” he announced, as though speaking to a crowd, or else reading off of a script from the world’s most cheesy porno, “My dirty, dirty girl says she needs a shower—don’t ya, sweet pea?”

It sounded so ridiculous and dumb that neither one of you could keep from laughing. Even as you lifted your middle finger in response, Joel grinned and smacked your ass. Steadied the camera out in front, nudged you closer to the shower, and watched you somewhat begrudgingly obey his orders. Once you’d stripped what little remained on your body, you stepped into the tub.

Add to ‘ridiculous and dumb’ just wildly unsexy as well—who the hell needed a soapy interlude to a sex tape?

Joel Miller, apparently. He constricted his grip on the camera and followed you in, tongue already skimming the backs of his teeth in anticipation. You turned away to step under the shower’s stream, and he wasted no time getting a shot of your derrière. You leaned forward and sighed.

The water worked wonders to get your muscles to loosen some, but still, you were nervous. You could clean up now, stall a little longer, maybe even offer to give Joel head again—but what if he really wanted to eat you out on camera? You couldn’t put off the conversation forever.

Or another minute, it seemed.

You let out a shriek when you felt Joel’s fingers sneak up between your thighs. You hardly knew what he was doing, just folding limply when he spun you around to press your back against the shower wall. Your eyes widened to see him descending your body once more.

“I lied,” Joel said, smirk painted clear across his features, “You’re not dirty—I just wanted to eat your pussy in the shower ‘s’all.”

Chivalry was evidently alive and well in Austin, Texas.

No truer words could have been spoken, and yet, you felt wildly uncomfortable the second Joel’s head dipped between your legs and that big, dumb, handsome face started licking stripes up your sensitive core. You cast a glance to the side and saw the camcorder perched on the sink—just through the open slit in the shower curtain, you could see it pointed directly at you.

You shivered and started to push Joel away.

“Can we maybe just—”

“Sweetie?!”

Joel’s lips tore out of your cunt quicker than a sneeze through a screen door. His eyes were wide.

“Y-Yeah, dad?” you squeaked, tone almost fearful.

“Everything okay in here? I heard ya scream,” your dad returned shortly.

You could only imagine the expression of confusion and distress painting his every lineament in that moment. Probably just barely sticking his head through the crack in the door and blinking anxiously through the steam.

Your dad was caring like that.

He just never knew the right times to show up.

No, there were very few times where you would’ve liked to see him less—apart from that one time you’d sucked Joel’s dick under the table at your dad’s birthday dinner. Your heart was thudding a wild, erratic beat in your chest, and you could only imagine how Joel was feeling. Probably seeing visions of a Size 11 boot being shoved up his ass if his friend happened to slide the shower curtain to the side and see him nose-deep in his daughter’s box.

That would be bad. So very, very bad and probably ten times worse than when Tommy had caught you blowing his brother at the aforementioned birthday party. You just couldn’t seem to catch a break these days.

You sucked in a breath and answered anyway.

“I thought I saw a spider.”

“Really?” You could already sense the embittered tinge to your dad’s voice, harking back to the war he’d once declared on all wolf spiders in the home, “Want me to kill it?”

The next thing you heard was two boots thud on the bathroom floor outside the shower, and you could’ve sworn you saw Joel’s whole soul leap from his body. He shot a frantic look around him, spotted a window above, and seemed to wonder for half a second if he might be able to shimmy his 188-pound frame through a space that probably wasn’t big enough to fit a fat raccoon. He slumped his weight against the shower wall and winced.

“No! I— It wasn’t even a spider. Just a…roach.”

Shortly, Joel’s eyes widened even more and met yours, as if to ask, ‘Why the FUCK would you say that?’

“A roach?!” your dad cried simultaneously.

Apparently, you’d forgotten that any derivative of the word ‘cockroach’ was like a sleeper agent activation phrase for middle-aged fathers who wanted to keep their homes free of all household pests. The look on Joel’s haggard, world-weary face communicated as much to you, and for a second, you remembered that he, too, was built the same way as any other semi-old dude you knew.

Just bigger and beefier and…harder below the belt than you would’ve expected most men around his age to be.

You quickly chided yourself for ogling Joel’s dick at a time like this and replied to your father, shrill, “No!”

Then, slightly more composed, “No, no— I already took it out with some hairspray and told it to fuck off to hell.”

An attempt at humor was the last leg you had to stand on. Fortunately, it worked.

Outside the shower, your dad chuckled, and his footsteps started to shuffle off toward the door.

“Ah. Atta girl,” he beamed, ever the advocate for brutal cockroach killings, “If you see another, just holler, okay?”

“Okay.”

You heard the sound of the bathroom door closing, and you almost fell to the floor. Joel probably would’ve been facedown just as well—fear seeping out of his body along with every last ounce of willpower to stand—had he not made a dive for you as soon as your dad had left.

The force of his push sent you straight into the wall, legs forced to wrap around his waist as he buried his face in your neck.

“Thank fuck,” he breathed.

“You’re welcome,” you murmured, swiping the water out of your eyes with a grimace.

Then, just as you were about to request that Joel lower you back down to the floor and out of the shower’s spray, you felt a nudge between your legs. Luckily not a tongue this time—just Joel, or the tip of his leaking cock. The man below you grinned, and for the first time in a long time, you felt a wash of relief. Could it be?

“I’ll still eat you out if y’want,” he started, though speaking with a little less conviction this time around, “But after all that I, uh—kinda jus’ wanna fuck ya stupid.”

Well thank fuck for fake spiders and cockroaches, too; you’d just averted a dreaded tonguefuck, thanks to that detour.

You’d worry about your pornstar moans and on-camera charisma another time—now you could just sit back and let Joel do all the work while he took you against the wall.

Really, there was no need to concern yourself with anything at all from that point forward. Once you’d given Joel the green light, he was sinking you onto his cock with a grunt and making sure you felt nothing but him. His hands found your hips and held you firmly in place as he rutted into you from below, your own fingers latching onto his shoulders for some much-needed support. Both of you knew that you needed to be extra quiet now—seeing how sound seemed to carry in that tight, tiled space—so Joel snagged your lips in his for a kiss.

He was practically panting in your mouth by the time you started meeting his thrusts. His fingertips slid some and must’ve seared ten perfect crescents into the flesh of your ass as he fucked you into the wall.

“Look so pretty like this,” he whispered in between kisses and short, shallow breaths. His cock parted your insides with an excruciating welt of pleasure, and he hardly even seemed to realize it, “Look so damn pretty takin’ cock.”

Then, lips kicking up in a smile when it seemed he’d remembered something, he added, “Can’t wait to play this tape back home and watch us fuck all over again.”

Again. Again. And again. Shit, you could just see it now.

Your eyes traversed the compact shower space once more to find the video camera—still perched, still live, still perfectly implacable and silent atop the sink as it recorded your every grunt, groan, and shuddering moan. You were nearly as curious to know what Joel’s bare ass looked like rutting into you like this as you were to hear yourself getting railed against the shower wall. Maybe you’d beat this fear of secondhand embarrassment after all.

Maybe.

Joel’s teeth snagged your bottom lip and bit it, lightly.

“Every chance I get, you can bet I’ll be thinkin’ ‘bout this…sweet pussy while you’re away,” he said, voice low and occasionally punctured by a groan, “Say one more thing f’me and I’ll…cum every time I watch this part.”

The kinks at the corners of his lips were endearing. You would’ve liked to supply them with just about anything they could’ve wanted, so when they leaned into your ear and murmured just what it was they needed to hear, you only hesitated a second.

Or maybe two or three, because, well…it was risky.

Moaning ‘daddy’ out loud at a time like this? It might get Joel off quick, but it might send your real dad running even faster. You weren’t crazy about the thought of anything that might draw the man’s attention again.

Joel seemed a little less risk-averse than you, notwithstanding the window-leaping fear he’d felt when your dad had rushed in before. Leave it to a criminally horny man to have the memory of a goldfish, though.

At present, Joel was blinking and gawking a bit like one, too, waiting for you to enunciate that one magic word.

You couldn’t deny he made a damn cute desperate sex fiend when he wanted to be. And you needed to cum.

You figured you could cut a deal with him just this once.

“Alright,” you mumbled against the top of his stubbled lip, “Make me cum and I’ll say anything you want, Miller.”

You weren’t sure if it was a chuckle or a strangled moan that jumped up in his throat when Joel squeezed your sides tighter. All you knew was that he was lowering you to the floor in the next instant, spinning you around, and walking you forward, swiftly and with purpose, toward the opposite end of the shower. Right where the crack in the curtain made you most visible to the camcorder.

Joel’s hand snaked around your front and gently eased between your legs. Then, pressing his chest to your back and nudging you to bend just slightly at the waist, he tipped your bodies closer to the camera’s line of vision and stilled. From the LED screen, you could see the ghost of a smile crossing his lips as he shifted his head beside your own. Next, they were kissing across your shoulder, your neck, that sensitive spot behind your ear, and finally the shell of it, brown eyes trained on the camera lens as he murmured to you, “Stay real still.”

You didn’t know if you could. But you tried. And you damn near cried when his fingers started working circles over your clit. Your body was raised on tip-toes, and your hand was bracing the wall as Joel fucked you from behind and made a mess of your wet, writhing body. In no more than three or four strokes, your fears of looking or sounding stupid on camera trickled away with all the rest of the silent, sizzling liquids circling the drain below. Your cheek pressed against Joel’s rougher one, and with the push of each new thrust, you came more unraveled.

When Joel’s hand closed over the front of your throat, you didn’t flinch. Didn’t move—couldn’t move, as the man was holding you still in such a taut, rigid grip.

“What do we say when we get fucked this nice, baby?” Joel whispered in your ear, words almost entirely masked by the sounds from the shower. You still heard it, though.

“T-Thank you,” you stuttered, cockdrunk and faint.

“Thank you, what?”

Your eyes were fluttering closed, but you could feel the smug expression just over your shoulder. You clenched around him and felt him snap his hips ahead even harder.

“Thank you, daddy,” you whimpered.

“Say it again.”

“Thank you, daddy!” you whined, still scared to be too loud.

Joel wasn’t scared. His hand ascended the column of your neck to pinch your chin between his fingers, jerking your head to the right.

To the crack in the curtain. To the camera.

You could’ve cried with how fast he was fucking you now. You opened your eyes and cast a pathetic look to the recorder. Joel made sure you maintained that gaze, too.

“Who’s makin’ ya feel this good?” he seethed, shaking your whole frame with the breakneck pace of his hips.

“You, daddy.”

“Who’s fuckin’ this sweet cunt like no one ever has?”

“You, daddy.”

Joel seemed sated and somehow not fully satisfied at all. Like he was pleased to see you falling apart for him like this, but needed to hear more. Feel more.

He withdrew from you, and you nearly collapsed with the absence of his arms holding you straight.

You pressed a shaky palm to the wall and almost moaned for him to get his ass back over here, you weren’t done, when Joel returned in a second. To your relief, his muscly arms found their way around your front once more, and his clock plunged back inside you, too—only this time, you sensed you were missing something else.

Water.

It wasn’t on your back anymore.

It was fanning between your legs.

Blasting the full force of its stream toward your most sensitive parts as Joel held the shower head up between your thighs. You would’ve jumped back and screamed were it not for his hand clamping tight over your mouth before you could, his lips grazing over your ear again.

“Try it one more time.”

You released a hoarse, muffled squeal into his palm when he lifted the stainless steel to your clit and started rolling his hips. The strokes themselves were relatively gentle, but paired with the ruthless spate of the water, your eyes were nearly rolling to the back of your head at the pulse.

You couldn’t breathe, much less speak. Joel hummed almost apologetically into your hair but didn’t seem sorry at all as he lowered his hand back down to your throat and squeezed. He continued rocking his hips into yours.

“You’ve said it dozens of times before—what’s’a matter?”

Joel Miller knew what the fuck was the matter. He just liked to see you desperate, fucked-out, and teetering on the brink of going feral before he let you reach your peak.

“D-D-D—”

Damn, you sounded stupid.

“D-D-Do you wanna cum? Is that it?” Joel said, mocking your struggle to articulate words as he fucked you.

In spite of your normal no-bullshit attitude toward him, you weren’t in quite the right frame of mind to be talking back to him. You just nodded and moaned, movements constricted by the grip of his fingers on your neck.

“Use those big girl words for me, honey. I know ya can.”

Again, you parted your lips and started to speak, but the oscillation of the water, the brush of his cock, the patently deprecating lilt in Joel’s string of praises, made it nearly impossible. You ended up sputtering again,

“D-D-ah-fuuuckfuckfuck.”

“That ain’t the word I’m looking for.”

But, just as you ventured to say it once more, he cut in,

“Here. Lemme help ya find it.”

Before you could blink, Joel was pistoning his hips against your ass like he had before, only this time, he held the shower head stationary between your legs as you seized and nearly fell to the floor with the force of all the pleasure coursing through you. Your body seemed to act of its own accord, head dropping to Joel’s shoulder and stomach giving an alarmingly fitful pinch as an orgasm tore through you. You couldn’t control how it came or where it went—or how your tongue jumped up and cried,

“Daddy!”

Joel nodded, fucking you through each violent spasm with all the composure and aplomb of a seasoned pro. While your eyes cycled back in the throes of delirium, he held firm and didn’t slow his hips—or the shower head.

You probably could’ve torn a hole through a cinder block if you’d happened to have one between your teeth just then. That was how fervid and merciless the aftershocks of your climax were pulsing through you, exacerbated to the nth degree by the continuity of Joel’s movements. You managed to grab the forearm that was holding the metal nozzle and plead a wild, slightly stifled, “JOEL!”

In truth, you didn’t really want him to stop. It felt too good. You could tell that Joel sensed this, too, because in the instant after that, his lips were sponging kisses to your shoulder, cock working steadily between your walls.

“One more, sweet pea.”

“Joel—”

“And say it louder this time.”

Were you in your right mind, you probably would’ve chided him for being so reckless and stupid about it all. How the fuck could he expect you to scream out loud when your dad was lounging right outside of your room? Did he really think the drone of Cillian Murphy’s smooth, American-ized tone would mask your unbridled moans? Honestly, you couldn’t be sure—and more importantly, you couldn’t be stopped to consider for much longer. With one last trembling vibration from the shower head and a thrust from Joel, you were cumming all over again.

Squeezing his arm, sinking into his sturdy frame, clenching over his cock in what felt like a hundred convulsions, and casting caution aside, you screamed:

“DADDY!”

You might’ve blacked out for a second or two.

Even a minute, as it was, because the next intelligible thing that reached your ears was the thunder of footfalls. And the thrum of Joel’s own hammering heart as he yanked you into his chest and stilled frozen inside you.

The door swung open on its hinges so hard it hit the wall.

“What is it, sweetie?!” your dad yelped.

“I—”

“Are you hurt?”

Just fucked raw by your best friend and shaking, Pops.

You sucked in a breath when Joel nudged your head with his nose and slowly pulled the shower curtain closed to move you out of view of the camera. But it was still there.

Your dad was still there.

The shower walls seemed to be closing in on you, but somehow, you managed, “No, dad, I’m fine! Just…coulda sworn I saw another spider in here, but it was nothing.”

“Are you sure?”

Your dad sounded unconvinced, pacing closer. You could’ve screamed, but Joel was likely holding you too tight to make any such sounds possible in that moment. The two of you recoiled, still stuck chest-to-back, away from the edge of the plastic shower liner when a boot thudded just outside the crack between curtain and wall.

You swallowed. Joel squeezed. Neither of you breathed.

“If it’s another roach, I gotta call the extermin—”

“No! No, it wasn’t a roach. I’m just seein’ things, I think.”

That didn’t seem to make your father feel any better, because he didn’t retreat like he had before. A tense moment fell over the compact, fog-infested room, like the man was chewing away at some thought in his head.

Then he sighed.

“Alright.”

Blissful footsteps away from the shower. You smiled.

Unfortunately, the grin was destined to be short-lived, because in the next instant, you heard boots screech to a halt on the tile. Pivoted, then paused where they stood.

Another gut-wrenching dozen seconds passed, and for one short, chilling moment, you could’ve sworn you felt your father’s gaze sear through the curtain and see you.

But he didn’t see you. Or Joel. Or anyone.

Instead, his gaze was fixed someplace else.

Suddenly, his voice rose above all the awful noises of clamor and panic in your brain, and broke out, loudly,

“What’s my camera doin’ in here?”

[rqnarok]

summary: how old man!logan deals with jealousy…

cws/tags: smut, mdni! old man!logan. fem!reader. daddy kink. jealous!logan. dom/sub dynamics. unprotected p in v. pet names: kid, baby, etc. not proofread.

Imagine how Logan regrets taking you into that bar. He only wanted to take you out and let you try one of his favorite drinks. 

But he forgot the existence of those sneering boys who can’t keep their hands to themselves. He’d turn his head a little and suddenly a fuckin’ guy drapes himself in front of you. Rambling on to you his childhood story that is supposedly to be comical. 

The tips of his fingers grip the crystal clear glasses way too tightly it almost shatters. His brows furrowed and the lines on his forehead show themselves profoundly as he freezes, watching you from the counter. 

What’s bothering him the most, the plague crawling up beneath his skin, the one taunting his jealousy–is how you laugh at the guy’s jest. Because Logan knows that he can hardly make you laugh. Maybe a few sweet giggles but that’s all. 

Logan does know that there is nothing funny left in him at his old age. His much younger self would be capable of doing so—but he’s not young anymore. He could not make you cry out those sweet snickers he wishes he could. 

What he could, though, is holding you down with his arms as he laps at your slick folds. His calloused hands dug into your plush skin. His scruffy salt-and-pepper beard scratches at the sensitive core while he greedily sucks at your swollen clit—before diving into your hole. “Ah!” Humming a pleased rumble against your mound when you whine a high-pitched sound in pleasure. 

You try to cover up your face in shyness, struggling to look at him. Not when he’s looking at you in ferocity and possessiveness—as if you are his last meal. Your trembling figure is yet to be devoured by the prey inside of him.

“Pussy tastes so sweet, y'know that?” 

His deep deep voice is enough to make you tremble, but “Hmm. Daddy’s pretty cunt.” is making you writhe on the bed, begging him for more. 

“Tis’ pussy’s mine, yeah?” He’d continuously ask until your head bobbed at an erratic speed and acknowledged it with words, “Y-yeahyeahyea— All yours, Daddy.” 

When he remembers your interaction with that fuckin’d boy in the bar, he’d dip back into what he was doing, practically making out with your pussy, kissing it so passionately like he would kiss you. The squelching sound he makes between your thighs pushes you to gasp even more. 

Logan loves eye contact. Loves to see that you see who’s pleasing you: him. His mouth is on you and his eyes are also on you—peers at you with a dark lingering gaze. 

“Who gets this pussy wet, huh?” He asks as if you can answer properly when he’s got you like this, tongue fucking you. “S’ it those fuckin’ boys?” 

You’d shake your head, denials stuck in your throat as you feel the warm feeling on your stomach—how close you are reaching your high. Your head moves rapidly from side to side. No! No. It could never be them. It could never be anyone other than you, you want to cry out. 

But you’re too busy moaning out incoherently instead of saying it. Hoping Logan’d understand. 

And he does. “Or ‘s it wet for Daddy, hm?” He always does.

All you can do is nod and nod—nodding so fast not caring how your head might hit the headboard. Because it is always him, only ever for Daddy. 

He chuckles darkly against you, his tongue plunging back inside your pussy. Knowing it is the truth.

“Ya’ like me, sweet’art?” He hums after wrapping his lips on your puffy button and sucks—earning himself a mewl from you.

“Like knowin’ y’re fuckin’ an old man?” 

Your thighs tremble at how close you are and your head falls back into the pillow before looking at him again. The sight in front of you is everything: His grey beard is soaked with your slick, his eyes looking at you with both tiredness and yearning.

Logan grins as he feels you making grabby hands at him. He flicks his tongue over and over at your clit before sucking the swollen bundle of nerves between his lips again.

“Come for Daddy. Daddy’s got you.”

Your lips form a smile after you reach your orgasm—when you think he’s satisfied. 

Until he is not. Not even close.

“C’mon, kid,” Logan grunts as he squeezes the fat of your ass, “Y’ said y’r mine. ‘Said tis’ pussy’s mine. Huh?”

You’re mind empty as the older man manhandles you so his tip can reach that sensitive gummy spot inside of you that no one has ever reached. Not like this.

“Y-yeah— ‘s yours, Daddy, Ah—”

“Then fuckin’ prove it t’me.” He growls, “C’mon, let her soak on Daddy’s cock—fuckin’ prove it that y’r mine.”

The feel of his broad scarred shoulders pressing into your back makes you roll your eyes in pleasure. Your mind can only think of one thing, no, one person. 

“C’mon, baby. I ain’t got all fuckin’ day.” 

[poosin]

Guest - Bedroom Mid-sized guest bedroom idea from the 1950s with a gray carpet and white walls but no fireplace

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Introduction

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Divan Grey Bed: A Stylish and Comfortable Choice

The divan grey bed is a contemporary piece of furniture that offers a harmonious blend of style and comfort. Its clean lines, neutral color, and luxurious upholstery make it an elegant addition to any bedroom. This type of bed consists of a sturdy base with built-in storage options and a comfortable mattress on top. The divan base provides excellent support for the mattress, ensuring a restful sleep experience.

The Benefits of a Divan Grey Bed

There are numerous advantages to choosing a divan grey bed for your bedroom. Let's explore some of the key benefits:

Versatility: The neutral grey color of the bed allows it to seamlessly integrate into various interior design styles, from minimalist to contemporary and even traditional.

Space-saving Storage: Divan grey beds often come with built-in drawers or ottoman-style storage options. These provide valuable storage space for bedding, pillows, and other bedroom essentials, making it easier to keep your space organized and clutter-free.

Durability: Divan grey beds are built to last. The solid construction and high-quality materials ensure longevity and endurance, making it a worthwhile investment for your bedroom.

Comfortable Support: The divan base provides excellent support for the mattress, enhancing comfort and promoting a better night's sleep. The base absorbs pressure and reduces the risk of sagging, ensuring optimal sleep posture.

Customization Options: Divan grey beds offer a range of customization options to suit your preferences. From different mattress firmness levels to various headboard designs, you can personalize your bed to create a truly unique sleeping experience.

Incorporating Divan Grey Beds into Your Bedroom Decor

Now that we've explored the benefits of divan grey beds, let's discuss how you can incorporate them into your bedroom decor. Whether you have a small space or a spacious master bedroom, divan grey beds can enhance the overall aesthetic and functionality of your sleeping sanctuary.

1. Choosing the Right Size

Before diving into the design elements, selecting the right size of a divan grey bed for your bedroom is essential. Measure your space carefully to ensure that the bed fits comfortably without overpowering the room. Consider factors such as the room layout, existing furniture, and walking space around the bed.

2. Selecting a Headboard Design

The headboard is a prominent feature of the bed, contributing to its overall style. Divan grey beds offer a wide range of headboard designs to choose from, including padded, buttoned, or upholstered options. Consider the style of your bedroom and your personal preferences when selecting a headboard design that complements your decor.

3. Coordinating with Bedroom Colors

One of the advantages of a divan grey bed is its versatility in coordinating with various color schemes. Whether your bedroom walls are painted in neutral tones or vibrant shades, a divan grey bed can effortlessly blend in. To create a cohesive look, consider adding accents in complementary colors through pillows, throws, or rugs.

4. Enhancing with Accessories

To elevate the style of your divan grey bed, incorporate accessories that reflect your personal taste. Consider adding decorative cushions, a cozy throw blanket, or bedside lamps that match your bedroom's aesthetic. These accessories not only add visual interest but also enhance the comfort and functionality of your space.

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

What is the ideal mattress type for a divan grey bed?

When choosing a mattress for your divan grey bed, it's essential to consider your comfort preferences and any specific requirements, such as back support or temperature regulation. Options like memory foam, pocket sprung, or hybrid mattresses can be suitable choices for a divan grey bed.

Are divan grey beds difficult to assemble?

Divan grey beds typically come with easy-to-follow assembly instructions. With basic tools and a little patience, you can assemble the bed without much hassle. However, if you prefer professional assistance, you can hire a handyman to ensure a smooth setup process.

Can I customize the storage options in a divan grey bed?

Yes, divan grey beds often offer customizable storage options. Depending on the model you choose, you can opt for drawers on one or both sides of the bed or a spacious ottoman-style storage compartment. These customization choices allow you to tailor the bed to your storage needs.

Are divan grey beds suitable for small bedrooms?

Yes, divan grey beds can be an excellent choice for small bedrooms due to their built-in storage features. The storage drawers or ottoman-style compartments provide valuable space-saving solutions, allowing you to declutter and maximize your available space.

How do I clean and maintain a divan grey bed?

Cleaning and maintaining a divan grey bed is relatively simple. Regularly vacuuming the mattress and wiping the base with a damp cloth can help keep it clean. It's also advisable to follow the manufacturer's instructions for specific care guidelines.

Can I use a divan grey bed without a headboard?

Yes, you can use a divan grey bed without a headboard. Some models offer the option to purchase the base alone, allowing you to customize the bed further. This can be a suitable choice if you prefer a minimalist aesthetic or if you already have a separate headboard that you'd like to use.

Conclusion

In conclusion, a divan grey bed combines comfort and style, making it a fantastic choice for any bedroom. With its versatile design, ample storage options, and customizable features, it offers a practical solution for those seeking both functionality and aesthetic appeal. By incorporating a divan grey bed into your bedroom decor, you can create a cozy retreat that exudes elegance and promotes restful sleep. So why wait? Discover the comfort and style of divan grey beds and transform your bedroom into a haven of relaxation!

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