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proserpina-magnus · 3 years

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Hi! Can I request a young Sirius black x reader smut? Readers boobs are all tender and swollen and Sirius makes her feel better? Sirius black is definitely a boob guy

Thank you so much for you request! I really liked this idea and I had fun writing it! Hope you enjoy. xo

Sirius Black and breast worship

Word count: 1601

[ warning: fem reader, description of aching breasts, slight praise kink, slight degrading kink, tittie slapping (mentioned once), breast worship, smut, titty fucking, mention of the words ‘slut’ ‘‘good girl’ etc...]

You let out a deep sigh, your breast uncomfortably pushing against your bra. You felt the wire dig into your ribs, making you twist and turn to try and get it in the right position.

You tried to focus on your food, watching as James did something stupid to try and please Lily, it didn't work. You kept twitching in your seat, your fork twirling around your uneaten food as you felt waves of ache wash over your chest.

"Something wrong?" Sirius whispered to you, taking a sip of his water as he eyed you suspiciously. You had been acting weird all morning, and it wasn't doing you any better that most of the guys wouldn't stop staring at your chest.

"Just fine," you muttered, fork scraping against your plate as you move your shoulder blades. You wanted to toss your bra away, going bare would at least give you some comfort for the ache.

"You don't seem fine," your boyfriend mused, his shoulder clinking with yours as he finished his drink. You glared at him, already fed up with how your day was going. You felt hot in the face, your throat sweating as you blinked back some sensitive tears.

"Yeah well I'm not, I'm uncomfortable and my tits fucking hurt," you whispered angrily to him, keeping your voice low in case anyone bystander would catch what you were saying.

Sirius pushed his plate aside, standing up before helping you stand as well.

"Where are you two going?" Remus asked eyebrow raised as some of the people at the Gryffindor table looked towards your direction.

"Just a well-needed break is all, don't wait up," Sirius told them, pulling you along the dinner hall. You let him, hoping he was going to provide some comfort to your aching breast.

"Why didn't you tell me this morning? I would have loved to be buried in your tits," Sirius asked, walking past talking portraits and statues before he got to the fat lady. He quickly said the password, pulling you along quickly up the stairs.

"I thought it would go away, Sirius please hurry they hurt," you whined, feeling your breast bounce against your bra as you make your way up the stairs, Sirius turns quickly eyes instantly going to your clothed chest. He gave you a smirk then connected his lips with yours.

"Shh, I'll take care of you real soon I promise," Sirius cooed quietly, leading you to his empty dorm. Once inside and the door locked with a charm, his fingers were opening your blouse. You let him undress you, helping him pull off the fabric.

He came to sit at the end of the bed, bringing you closer with a hand on your hip as he looked up towards you.

"Hurry up," you said, unhooking your bra as it fell against the floor. Sirius let his eyes wander to your exposed chest, your breast flushed and tender as you exhale from the release.

His hands instantly came to rest on them, palms massaging your aching tits as your hands found their way into his hair.

"Fuck they look so swollen baby," Sirius said, his fingers finding their way to pull against your nipple as you crawl onto his lap.

"Just touch them please, you make them feel better," you told him, pushing your chest into his hand as you let your eyes fall shut. You let out whimpers as he massaged your breasts, tears coaxing your vision as you felt relief wash over you.

The weight of them disappeared as Sirius kept playing with them, your breast slowly releasing the tension as it got messaged by his well-needed hands.

"That feels so fucking nice, you have no idea" you whimpered, shoulders relaxed as you lean into him. Your hips meet his, you easily fall into a subtle grind. You open your eyes briefly, seeing Sirius's face. His pupils were blown wide open, he looked like the happiest man alive. You chuckle, making your chest bounce as you can almost see Sirius roll his eyes into the back of his skull.

"God, can I fuck you? Please we have 20

Minutes, I wanna see your tits bounce," Sirius said straight forward, he stared into your eyes with a pleading look. His bottom lip almost quivered as he gave you his famous puppy dog eyes.

"Sure, but I don't wanna ride, you do the work," you say, getting off his lap as you fall against his bed. Sirius smiled, liking the new position as he started to undress himself quickly.

He kissed you gently, his hands working to get rid of your skirt. He didn't even take off your underwear, pushing them aside as his fingers came against your soaking slit.

"Your so wet baby, just from me playing with your tits?" Sirius teased, before lining his cock with your slit as he looked up towards your eyes.

"Oh shush Sirius, you wanna fuck me or not?" You told him, annoyed that your breasts weren't getting any attention. The ache slowly came back, making you whine as you stared up at him.

"May I?" He asked gently, the tip of his cock slowly pushing its way inside you. You deeply inhale, nodding your head as you hold right onto his shoulders.

He pushes in slowly, not stopping before he's buried hilt deep inside you. You exhale, getting used to the feeling as you find his hands. You bring his hands to your chest, making a whimper as you feel him take them.

"God your so fucking pretty," Sirius said, his palm massaging your breast once again as you let out pleased moans.

"I know," you winked at him, moving your hips as you guided him into moving. Sirius was absolutely awe-struck, his eyes wide as he fucked into you just right.

Your back immediately arched when his cock found your sweet spot, making you cling onto his flesh as you pressed yourself against him. You felt the relief fill you again as Sirius's hands worked their way to massage the underside of your breast. You enjoyed it, glowing in the feeling of being completely pampered.

"You like when I fuck you, don't you slut?" Sirius muttered loudly, his fingers hooking against your nipple as he gave them a generous tug. Your eyes opened quickly, breath catching in your throat.

When you didn't answer right away, Sirius let his hand come down to slap against your tender breast. Making your skin jump as you let out a loud whimper, you heard him chuckle before massaging over the forming red spot.

"I like when you fuck me, you make me feel so good," you praised him, feeling his hand ease up as he rolled your breast between his hands gently. You spread your legs wider, letting him hit every curve that was offered as your head fell against the pillow.

"I know you do, such a good girl for my cock," Sirius praised back, smiling as he pulled his hands away before placing them onto the back of your thigh.

He brought you closer, hips jerking into you as his cock filled you deep and hard. Your breath was uneven as you came closer to your high.

Sirius watched your tits bounce with each thrust, the sight almost making him cum hard. He fucked you faster, thrust becoming uneven but godly. You were almost screaming at the pleasure, your hands grabbing anything you could find as your eyes shut tight.

"Gonna cum against my cock?" Sirius asked, voice sweaty as he fucked you through your orgasm.

"Oh fuck, please don't stop," moans were leaving your lips quickly, you couldn't even process what you were saying as euphoria washed over you.

You felt him pull out, letting you take a moment to catch your breath. You opened your eyes, watching as Sirius continued to stare at your chest with a grateful expression.

"You didn't cum," you told him, a bit of guilt washed over you before you saw his happy expression.

"No, I will," he said, you gave him a confused expression. He couldn't possibly want to go again? You only have a few more minutes until class would start.

"Can I fuck your titties please?" He asked, sending you a small smile as you only nodded. Sirius made a loud sound, he was incredibly happy that his dick would be buried into your chest.

You slid onto your knees, his wooden floor felt hard against them but you couldn't care as you positioned your boobs against his cock.

Sirius grabbed your hair, running it through his fingers as he let you take the lead. You bounced your breast against his cock, spitting against it to create more friction.

The sight of you made Sirius almost cum, he didn't take long before he was groaning out his appreciation and white fluid coated your chest.

You pulled back, your breast less swollen and tender as they lay covered in cum. Sirius watched for a moment, taking in the glory of the sight before him.

"Your a fucking goddess," Sirius concluded, kissing your forehead before running off quickly to grab a towel. He cleaned you up swiftly, making sure to massage your breast between his hands to make sure they weren't still sore.

"Do they feel alright, they don't look as swollen," Sirius asked, helping you into your clothes before putting on his own.

"Yeah, they feel better. Thank you," you told him, kissing his lips while helping him buckle his belt.

"Any time," Sirius winked, heading towards your next class.

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seita · 4 years

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kinktober : breast + body worship.

D A Y T E N ;

pairing: osamu/reader

cw: body worship, breast play, cunnilingus, praise

word count: 1082

+ summary: he wants to spend time showing you that he finds you perfect and adores every inch of your body.

⤿ kinktober masterlist.

When he caught you looking in the mirror, naked body on display as it seemed you were almost analyzing yourself, he immediately understood what was going through your head. Osamu had an innate ability to read you like a book. He knew when you were having a bad day before even you registered it yourself.

So when he saddled up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder, you immediately knew he could sense the insecurity festering within you.

He's not a man of many words and you know this. He chooses to express himself through actions, which is why you let him bat your hands away from your body.

You feel your cheeks burn at the fact you're standing in front of the mirror, watching the way his fingers delicately trail over your skin.

“Samu…” you sigh, leaning back against him.

“Shh…” he breathes, fingers inching to the soft swell under your breasts, “You’re so perfect.”

He cups your breasts, squeeze them in his hands before thumbing at your nipples. You tremble immediately against him, mouth falling open as you pant.

His gaze is dark and piercing in the mirror, reading your every body movement. From the way your lashes flutter to the subtle clenching of your thighs. He knows you're wet already, no doubt starting to ache. But he's not going to go fast tonight, he's going to take his time.

“Lay on the bed,” he orders softly, letting you wiggle from his grasp to do as you're told, “Good girl,” he praises as he stares at the way you obediently lay on your back, your hands at your sides so you don't obstruct his view of your pretty body.

He feels his cock throb in his sweats at the sight of you. Your skin glistens beneath the dim bedroom light, a light sheen of sweat building in anticipation with his heated gaze examining you. He licks his lips, crawling onto the bed, resting above your body to meet your gaze before his head descends to encase your nipple in his mouth.

You sigh in pleasure, tangling your hands in the gray tresses atop his head. He hums in pleasure as a tingle goes down his spine when you tug lightly at the introduction of his teeth. He’s gentle, never biting hard enough to hurt, but just enough to cause your thighs to clench together in arousal.

His worship of your breasts is a blessing and a curse, you so desperately want him to hurry up and touch you where you really need him but the feeling of him giving your tits such generous attention is almost too much to miss out on. So you resort to writhing and whining beneath him as he pinches and rolls your nipples on his tongue and with his fingers -- swapping back and forth between them both to make sure they both receive equal attention.

“S-Samu…” you sigh, catching his attention.

He pulls his mouth from your nipple, his lips swollen as he looks at you through a lidded gaze, “Does it feel good, baby?”

You nod and reach out for him desperately, “Please...I want more…”

“You want more?” he repeats with a breathy laugh. You nod desperately, “Aren’t you greedy?”

Your cheeks flush at his teasing. But he doesn’t hesitate in running his hands along your body, pressing his lips across your ribs, down your stomach and to your thighs. He glosses over your cunt, barely sparing your glistening folds a second glance as he so delicately caresses your body, dragging his fingertips over every sensitive place he knows will bring goosebumps atop your skin.

He finally, after a pathetic, needy whimper from you, spreads your legs. You hear the intake of breath from him at the sight of your glistening folds. You eagerly let your legs fall open, shamelessly letting him admire you.

His fingers spread your cunt open, licking his lips, “Prettiest fuckin’ pussy.”

“Samu…” you sigh, lashing fluttering as he blows air across your slit. Your hold clenches around nothing, more slick dripping out. He leans forward and eagerly catches it on his tongue, making you gasp.

He avoids your clit completely, choosing instead to lay soft kisses against your folds and entrance, tongueing at your hole ever so slightly before backing off and leaving a sting of kisses across your hips.

“You’re teasing,” you complain with a soft pout.

He chuckles, shaking his head, “Let me worship you, baby.”

“You already have,” you whine, gently fisting his hair to direct him back to your cunt.

He huffs a laugh but gives in, sliding his tongue up the expanse of your cunt, finally taking a moment to press a wet kiss against your clit. The bud is hard and swollen from neglect and he generously wraps his lips around it, pinning your thighs open to give him the best access to it. His tongue is skilled and dexterous, swirling around it as he looks up at you through sweaty bangs.

“F-Feels so good!” you praise softly, making him groan.

The vibrations go through your clit and his cock throbs when your body locks up at the feeling. His tongue is vicious, relentless as it torments to sensitive little button. No matter how much you gasp and squirm, he doesn’t let up. He licks at it, pausing to spit before licking the mess back up again. It wet and messy, your juices covering the bottom half of his face without a care.

His eyes never leaves you, eyes wide and curious as he watches the way you twist and squirm at the feeling of your rapidly rising orgasm. Your thighs tremble in his hold and his cock is painfully hard against the bed where he mindlessly grinds to relieve the ache in his balls.

When you cum, its an extraordinary sight. Your back arches, your perfect tits in the air -- nipples still swollen from his earlier torment. He licks up every drop of cum from your spasming cunt, suckling softly at your pulsing clit until you squirm away from the painful stimulation.

When he pulls back, he’s panting, “You look prettiest when you’re cummin’.”

Your cheeks burn at the compliment, knowing how he watches you in the throes of pleasure. You don’t have time to feel embarrassed before he’s pouncing on you again, intent on making you cum again and again so he can admire every little twitch your pretty body makes.

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spikesbimbo · 4 years

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no one really knew kagami was so insecure, but being with you- the prettiest girl he’d ever met, how could he not be?

a stronger player would steal your heart from him one day, he was sure!

that’s what makes aomine’s flirting so unbearable, “come on kagami, you’re reading too much into it.” is what testu always tells him, but kagami knows better.

he has to stake his claim, what better way then inviting aomine to the locker room for a surprise show?

a/n: this is all I day dream about

After the game ended he dragged you to the locker room, getting ready to prove to aomine that you were his. Your wrists gently being held in his hands as he slammed the door open, immediately sliding your tiny skirt off, barely covering the swell of your ass. He'd never tell you what not to wear, just getting rid of anyone who looked at you the wrong way.

“T-tai” you moaned out, his touch leaving you breathless as he pulled you closer into him. His knee parting your thighs rubbing your clit with it, your cotton panties getting wetter by the second.

“Cmon baby you know I'd treat you so much better than him. Fuck you better, eat you up every chance i got, make you cream on me over and over again.” aomine remarked watching the scene unfold, a devilish smirk appearing on his face while a flustered one appeared on yours.

This wasn't the first time someone had flirted with you, you were the prettiest thing he's ever laid his eyes on; in fact the whole city's sweetheart, making everyone blush just from walking by them.

But you were not as fond of the attention, feeling violated if anything; and as usual your big strong boyfriend came to save the day, even beating their ass if he needed to. Making you fall for him even more as you clinged to his arm on the walk home, looking up at him like he was your whole world with your starry eyes.

But when you didn't call for him that's when he noticed something was up. The fact that you let aomine call you pretty, beautiful, any words along those lines. Not caring, even saying thank you, a bright smile appearing on your face, along with tetsuya telling him he was overreacting made him furious.

Not wanting to take it out on you, you weren’t the one initiating it. You were just his sweet angel that he worshipped the ground you walked on, along with everyone else. But that fact that his competitor was doing this knowing you were his, made him snap.

It was the first time someone had said something so vulgar to you, making you stutter not knowing how to respond , but luckily on cue, your boyfriend was here to take care of you again. This not being the first time aomine has paid attention to you, but his words were usually sweet and kind, not wanting to get on your bad side.

“Who says i don't do that to them already?” He gritted out, already fuming with his words, his tone making you clench as his grip grew tighter on you as he laid you down, sling your soaked panties down your legs, the slick sticking to your thighs.

Again he treated you like the princess you were, not caring if you wanted him to eat your sweet little cunt out in the middle of the night, he would do it, do anything for you. Knowing your body inside and out, knowing just where to place his fingers in you to make you gush and cum everywhere, making a mess that he loved.

HIs pants were quickly down, his cock already parting your lips, making its way in as your back was against the bench, arching at the feeling of him stretching you out. You sweet moans escaping your mouth as your arms flailed around until they landed onto his neck, gripping the back of his hair tightly.

He noticed aomine’s eyes on your body as he thrusted into you. Your body shaking in his hold, soft thighs spread open just for him. Pride growing in his chest that he was the one between your legs and not the other man. Knowing how your pussy was modeled to him now after ruining your innocence over and over again.

Now leading to the situation he got himself in. After making you cum a few times, him finally following, pulling out with you crying for more, always being so needy. Aomine now standing in front of you, realizing youre about to take it again, that this isn't over. And the heat rising to your face, embarrassed that your getting off on this.

“Cum in her and i'll beat your ass” he grunted, already mad at himself for sharing your sacred body with another man, with anyone.

“Okay, okay.” aomine said lining himself up with you, you little hole already clenching around nothing, missing your boyfriend's fat cock in it. Needing someone to touch you right now or you would cry, being dramatic as possible to get some attention.

His precious little angel getting defiled by two strong, big men; towering over her, her poor little cunt getting abused over and over agian, he shoudnt like this as much as he does, swearing this would be the last time someone else even saw your body, not giving a fuck whether it was one of your girlfriends, you were his.

“You okay baby?” he asked, bottoming out in you. You nodded, the feeling of aomine now inside you making you feel at ease, being more comfortable with something inside you. The guilt disappearing and being replaced with need, not even notivng yourself fucking onto him as he laughs.

“Shh, its okay pretty. Ill take care of you now” he said side eyeing your boyfriend, a grin placing itself on his face while kagami murmured something under his lips coming up to you.

His hand placed itself under your chin, lifting your face. Turning your head to face him, pleasing him that you already knew what he wanted; he shows a warming smile and uses his other hand to part your lips, offering you his cock. "Open up that pretty little mouth."

Your eyes lingering on it before wrapping your lips around the head, eager and desperate as aomine starts thrusting into you. Slipping out of you cunt then shoving himself back in, making you cry out. The roughness being unusual to you while your mouth is now holding his cock in the back of your throat, sucking on it like a piece of candy.

You don't know what to do with a dick in your mouth, usually being a pillow princess as he called it, not that he minded. But you're nervous that you'd do something to it, like accidently use your teeth; so you just let it rest on your tongue, mouth sucking on it like he told you.

His cock inside you nudges deeper and deeper. Letting out moans out causing kagami to let out huffs and groans, the vibrations making his cock grow closer to spilling as aomine’s hands dig into your thighs, his calloused fingers tainting your delicate skin.

"Ah-, please ahh-, hurr-y, please" you sobbed out to aomine, breaking yourself from his cock, your spit being the only thing connecting it. Aomine leans up and strokes your cheek, wiping the tears away. Bringing his finger down to your clit, rubbing it as he cooed at you. “it hurts, baby? m’sorry, i'll make you feel good.”

"Fuck, princess. Gonna cum down your little throat so much baby." he said, placing it back in your mouth, big warm hands holding your cheeks steady.

The precum in the back of your mouth, spilling onto your tongue along with the drool escaping between your lips. The pain of his thrusts tearing through you, big and fat, pounding you faster with every movement.

Your lips hurt, spread open so far, both of them moaning at the sight of you. Aomine quickly pulls out of you, moving to stroke his cock on top of you. Letting out curses and groans as kagami grabs your jaw and does the same.Your breath quickly running out.

You cough as you feel cum dripping down your throat, spit bubbles bursting from the little gaps in your mouth around his cock as he finally lets go. Aomine saying “fuck” as he releases on to your face, closing you eyes in shock, some of it getting onto your lips, not even knowing who cum it was anymore as you could feel it all over your face.

Kgami wiped your eyes, wanting you to see him as he pulled away when he finished. Your fucked out body laying ont he bench, covered in their cum. They looked at you like you were a work of art, there dicks drawing in size again as they both looked at each other and said in unison “Fuck.”

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ka-za-ri · 4 years

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It’s lunchtime somewhere. Have a sandwich. Pairing: Lucifer x Reader x Simeon Genre: PwP Smut Wordcount: ???? Tags: Smut, porn without plot, Demon sex, Angel Sex, Threesome, Toys, hand jobs, spit roasting, Sex Toys, Dom/Sub Undertones, sensory deprivation, temperature play, body worship, double penetration, size kink Summary: Lucifer and Simeon give you reason to look forward to movie nights with them.

Movie nights with Simeon and Lucifer became a rather regular occurrence once Simeon discovered just how large Lucifer’s backlog of unwatched movies had become. The angel made sure Lucifer set aside time once a week for at least one meet up. It took some persuasion, and a lot of pouting from both you and Simeon to get Lucifer to agree. The meetups started off innocent enough. Lots of cuddling and laughs were shared between bowls of popcorn as Lucifer slowly got caught up to date with the movies he missed due to his hectic schedule. It was a time for all three of you to relax, to enjoy each other's company and to forget about the stresses of the world outside. It was hard not to look forward to the movie nights especially after a week of study and corralling rowdy demon brothers. On that couch, you were safe between the two of them. There was no chaos, just a movie and their arms around your shoulders. From time to time, Lucifer would feed you from the shared bowl while Simeon offered you sips of his drink. It was pure, innocent and comforting. Until one day while were fully invested in the film and not paying attention to what they were up to, they slowly guided your hands to their crotches. By the time you noticed what they had done, they were already half hard and using your hands to stroke their lengths. “Oh, don’t look away, the best part is yet to come.” Lucifer said, making sure you focused on the flashing images in front of you instead of the growing bulges beside you. “Yes, you don’t want to miss this.” Simeon agreed, curling your hand around his shaft and encouraging you to stroke him. Lucifer mirrored the action and as the movie reached its climax, you realized you had a more interesting climax at hand, literally. It wasn’t until the credits started to roll when you were allowed to turn your attention to what the men had started. They leaned in, kissing you at the same time while your hands groped and stroked their lengths through their pants. Eventually Simeon won out, claiming your lips while Lucifer trailed his kisses elsewhere, down your jaw, to your neck where he greedily sucked at your pulse point. Their hands guided your own, showing you how they liked to be stroked and you were overwhelmed by the information overload trying to keep up with the differing paces they preferred. “Wait, Is this... alright? I mean, Simeon, you’re... an angel and all.” Simeon chuckled softly, kissing your cheek and nipping your ear. “Oh Little Lamb, how cute you are. Do you think a little sex is a crime punishable with a Fall? Humans are so gullible.” He rolled his hips into your hand encouraging you to keep going. “Why would the Heavenly Father find something natural a sin? There are crimes more serious than pleasure.” “Something like a rebellion?” Lucifer joked, squeezing your breast and he was rewarded with a gasp of pleasure when he pinched your pert nipple through your top. “Hmm Something like that, yes.” Simeon agreed and he let out a breathy moan when your fingers squeezed the tip of his cock harder than he had anticipated. “So, you shouldn’t worry about me, Little Lamb. You should be more concerned about how you’ll make us cum at the same time.” At the same time. You weren’t sure how you were going to manage the different tempos they demanded, and your arms were starting to get tired of the repetitive motions; but you were definitely interested in seeing them both come undone by your hands. Just touching them through their pants wasn’t enough. Almost as if they shared one mind, they had divested themselves of their pants and both of them were kneeling beside you, their cocks tantalizingly bobbing in front of your face as you went back to pleasing them with your hands. Without the barrier of clothes, it was much easier to pull a reaction out of them and they no longer needed to guide your hands into doing what they wanted. Simeon preferred a lighter touch and long, careful caresses while Lucifer loved it when you gripped him tightly to go hard and fast on his cock. Though their rhythms differed, they worked in tandem somehow with your hands and came at the same time after you fondled their balls and traced the heads of their sensitive, dripping cocks. Their seed, covered your face and your hands in thick, hot ropes as their dicks pulsed and they groaned in unison. “Your turn.” Lucifer declared, licking the mess on your face while Simeon cleaned off your hands. Once all trace of their loads were gone, they turned their hungry gazes to your own aching crotch and they parted your thighs as they settled between your legs. “I’m hungry.” Lucifer announced before delving into your soaked core. “Snacks weren’t enough.” Simeon agreed before letting his tongue join Lucifer’s and you writhed as they greedily lapped at your essence through your panties. When they couldn’t get enough of you, the soiled scrap of cloth was wrenched to the side unceremoniously and their tongues licked up your juices, probed at your entrance and circled your clit. The combined heat of their breaths and the lewd, wet sounds coming from between your legs brought you to climax much faster than you had anticipated. “So soon?”Simeon asked, his bright eyes held a fair bit of glee. He pulled away and you could see your essence glistening on his chin. “The credits haven’t even finished rolling.” Without any further preamble, he dove back in with Lucifer to continue their post movie snack until the credits and the extra post movie scenes were over. “So, same time same place next week?” Lucifer asked once silence fell over the room and you were reeling from your third orgasm that night. “Y-yeah... that sounds like a plan.” ~~ To say that you were eager for your ‘movie nights’ going forward was an understatement. It was the driving force that got you through the weeks. The thought of being between Simeon and Lucifer again occupied your mind and often you were caught daydreaming about what you could get up to in the upcoming meetups. You came to know their desires very quickly. Simeon was a tease. He loved watching you squirm and writhe under the lightest of touches. He was a romantic, full of kisses and cuddles once you were doing being used. The angel had a mischievous side to him, preferring to take slow, deep strokes inside of you, forcing you to feel the bulbous tip of his cock drag itself across your walls and memorize just how good his cock could make you feel. He loved you on your back, sprawled on the couch and disheveled, moaning for him as he took his sweet time fucking you. All the while Lucifer would occupy your mouth, muffling those pretty moans with his member. He adored seeing your throat bulge with the outline of his cock as he fucked your face. The way you would always gasp for air after he came down your throat was so erotic to him and never failed to get him going for another round, switching places with Simeon who would kiss your bruised lips so tenderly before encouraging your tired jaw to open up and accept his own length into it. Lucifer was a rougher lover. He pounded into you without abandon anytime he got the chance to sheath himself in your pussy. You always needed to nurse bruises during the week after he was done with you; not that you really minded. Shameful as it felt, you loved the feeling of his nails digging into your flesh, marking you and reminding you of the times you shared with the two of them. Different as they were, they were passionate lovers and never ceased to have you reeling in pleasure every week. While the movie played in the background, they found new ways to please and tease you until the very end of the film. With how long they had been alive for, they knew just how to play you like an instrument, drawing out your pleasure for as long as they wanted. Some nights, they would fuck you without abandon from the beginning to the end, other nights, they would pass you back and forth until you were ready to pass out and your pussy was filled with their seed. Yet other nights, the three of you would be stuffed full of your favorite toys, riding and grinding down on them, passing the remotes to the vibrators to one another and teasing each other until you all were over stimulated messes on that couch. Pretending to pay attention to the movie on the TV was difficult when you had two exceptionally attractive men moaning beside you and stroking their cocks in time with the hand held fucking machine thrusting in and out of your pussy until the three of you came at the same time and indulged in copious amounts of cuddles and kisses before deciding to do it all over again. Their methods of pleasure was as varied as the movies they chose and every week it was a surprise until you swore you had experienced it all with them. You had a good grasp on what they liked and pleasuring them came easily to you now. As soon as the door closed and the movie started, the three of you would spend at least the first ten minutes kissing each other deeply, fondling each other through clothing before everything inevitably came off by the time the first act was over. From there, you could almost predict what would happen depending on how the week had gone. Some weeks, Lucifer would have you and Simeon bound and kneeling before him, demanding that he be pleased first before he even thought about allowing either of you to think about pleasure. Other weeks, Simeon would have you tied down and spread on the couch so he and Lucifer could spend the whole film kissing every inch of your skin and counting how many times you could cum before the movie ended. You were more than happy to adapt to their whims, listening to them without question and following their lead. You thought knew them like your favorite movie. That comfort and routine had you falling into complacent lull which was how you ended up making the mistake of thinking nothing they did could surprise you anymore. ~~ You should have known better that there was something off when Lucifer lead you to a more private quarter that week than the room they used for your regular movie nights. You should have noticed how well padded those walls were, how the dim light illuminated everything. It should have been an indication of how that they had plotted this for some time now when Lucifer cast an extra strong spell of privacy over the room. It wasn’t until you heard the rustle of clothes and feathers that you realized what you were in for. Both of them were glorious and their massive wings seemed to encircle you in a cage once they both approached you sandwiching you between them. “A proposition.” Simeon started, tilting your chin up so you were forced to look into his eyes. “How about we make our own movie this week?” He glanced to the side and your gaze followed his. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw the recording device set up on the dresser. You swallowed hard, unable to deny how much that thought turned you on, but also how much it intimated you. Being on camera, being recorded with such beautiful men felt wrong. “Oh, I know that look, Little lamb.” Simeon cooed, kissing your forehead softly. “Don’t worry, you’ll do fine. Just follow our lead.” Behind you, you heard the rustle of clothing as Lucifer disrobed. He took your hand and brought you to the massive bed. You didn’t remember Simeon’s room being this spacious, nor the bed so large, but you didn’t have time to think about your whereabouts as your hands were tied above you to the headboard. Your legs were spread and tied to the posts at the foot of the bed. Once Lucifer was sure you weren’t going anywhere, he sat down next to you, his fingers brushed through your hair and his wings gently caressed your arms as he directed your attention to the angel in front of you. “Watch.” he commanded, and you could only obey. What followed was the most sinful strip tease. Simeon dropped the cloak he normally wore around his arms and let you drink in his angelic form. The white wings framed his body, keeping your eyes on him and only him as he traced all of his dips and curves through his skin tight clothes, peeling them off slowly, enticing you with every new inch of skin he revealed. You were practically drooling when his pants finally came off. You gasped when you saw his girthy cock and you shuddered, wondering if you could take something like that in you. Which suddenly brought the thought of Lucifer’s dick to the forefront of your mind. Glancing to the side, you took stock of his member and gulped at the monster between his legs. The demon chuckled, his fingers still stroking your hair gently and he leaned in for a soft kiss. “Don’t worry. We’ll make sure you’ll be properly ready for us by the end of the night. For now, relax.” You nodded, but you were unable to take your thoughts away from the tapered tip of Simeon’s cock which gave way to a massive swell. You unconsciously clenched just imagining how wide he would stretch you out before you could get to the base. The swirling ridges and thick veins of his member were unlike anything you had seen before, at the base, you could make out a substantial ring of taught muscle you could only imagine being used to lock him into place once he was inside of you, similar to the hefty knot that sat at the base of Lucifer’s cock. “You’re thinking too much.” Simeon chided coming over to grace your lips with a soft kiss. “I promise you’re in good hands.” He reassured. Your body was still tense with intimidation, his words did little to alleviate the fear and he could see it in your eyes. Beside you, you heard Lucifer sigh and pad across the room looking for something. “I suppose we’ll have to find other ways to relax you.” He came back a moment later with a silken blindfold. Carefully draping it over your eyes, he made sure it was securely on before dipping down and kissing you deeply until you moaned into his mouth and were breathless. “Better.” There was a moment of silence between the three of you while the angel and the demon contemplated just how to relax you. Lucifer had been so excited to get you tied up, he had forgotten to take your clothes off and so the first step was working together to undress you, undoing the ties only when it was necessary to slip your clothes off. You visibly shivered when you were left bare in front of them, in front of that camera. “Better.” Simeon finally agreed now that all three of you were in a similar state of undress. You heard a soft popping sound followed by a sharp gasp from Simeon. You heard it again but this time followed by a quiet grunt from Lucifer. Confused, shook your head back and forth, trying to figure out what had happened. Your confusion stopped when you felt the softest tickle of a feather caress your skin. There was the sound of wings flapping as they adjusted to fit you in a feathered cage. “Did you know....” Lucifer drawled, dragging his feather across your skin and watched as you twitched under the light touches. “You’re absolutely adorable when you’re at our mercy?” “You are.” Simeon agreed, teasing your spread pussy with the tip of his feather. “You’re so cute when you’re an incoherent mess for us. I can’t help but look forward to seeing what kind of faces you can make tonight when our cocks make you scream.” You shivered, struggling against your bindings but to no avail. The knots held tight and you were helpless. You could only focus on the tingling sensation that followed in the wake of their teasing. The feathers felt different from each other. The one Lucifer dragged across your body to tease your nipples left a trail of warmth, like a soothing touch on heated skin after being spanked. The tip of the feather prodded your nipples until they were aching and sore, the heat intensifying until it was almost unbearable. As soon as it got too much, he would move to your other breast, repeating the process in a cycle that had your mind reeling. Simeon’s lips were practically attached to your neck, kissing and nipping the sensitive skin there while his feather toyed your pussy. The cool, tingling sensation spread across your nether lips and down your thighs as he drew errant patterns across your skin, watching in awe as goosebumps appeared in the wake of his feather. Your clit was toyed with until it was almost numb, your essence coating the feather, soaking it as he continued to toy with your body. Then, they switched. The heat moved to your core and the chill traveled up your abdomen to tease your nipples. The drastic change in temperatures had you wailing and thrashing as the heat from Lucifer’s feather felt like a brand against your sensitive core. The cold on your nipples made them pucker and stand painfully erect. “Adorable.” Simeon cooed, admiring how you heaved and writhed under him. He reached to the bedside drawer and picked up one of the candles that had been illuminating the room. carefully hovering it over your chest, he watched with glee as the hot wax dripped from the candle and splattered against your skin, welting the skin and making you cry. You were too hot and too cold at the same time. The assault of sensations made your mind go blank and all you could focus on was feeling good, sounding good and letting them play with your body to draw out every sensation they could from you. They weren’t done yet, far from it. While Simeon focused on wax dribbling down your chest and carefully let hot droplets tease your oversensitive nipples, Lucifer had reached to the ice bucket which housed a bottle of wine. Finding a suitably small piece of ice, he dragged it across your thighs after his feather, making you shiver and moan. Pausing at the apex of your thighs for a moment, he let you catch your breath before sliding the melting ice into your waiting hole. His finger pulled back the fleshy hood of your clit and he pressed the feather directly against the bundle of nerves, rubbing it roughly, coating it with your essence and overwhelming you with heat and cold at the same time. “You can cum when the ice is melted.” He stated, assaulting your clit with the feather. His teeth found your collarbone and he bit down, hard, kissing your skin after he left his mark. Watching you come undone from their combined efforts was nothing short of a treat. The chill of ice within you faded as your own body heat melted the cold object. It felt like it took eons to do as Lucifer asked, but as soon as you no longer felt the ice in you, your whole body shuddered in completion, your inner walls collapsed clenching around nothing and your clit throbbed almost painfully as you rode out the waves of pleasure from your intense climax. Both the angel and the demon descended on your lips when you came, kissing you deeply thrusting their tongues into your mouth, moaning as they drank in the sounds of your orgasm. The blindfold was ripped off your face and you blinked to adjust your eyes to the light once more. They kissed you until you were breathless, tired and dizzy, but the night had only begun. You knew matter how tired you were, the two of them would push you past whatever limits you had until they too were satisfied. “There, nice and relaxed.” Simeon purred, carefully peeling off the dried wax from your skin and admiring the patterns it had left across your chest. He dipped between your breasts, pressing soft kisses on the tender skin while you were still wrapped in the afterglow of your climax. The ties that held your arms and legs were undone and Lucifer cradled you in his lap, fondling your tender breasts. Your limbs slowly regained feeling and your bleary vision cleared just in time to witness Simeon in front of you, stroking his length, eyeing your drenched pussy, licking his lips and dreaming of the moment when the two of you would become one. “I know you probably don’t feel ready, but I know you want this...” He leaned in to kiss you. Lucifer moved his legs to lock with your own, and spread you open for the angel. “I’ll make sure to go slow so you can feel... everything.” With one last reassuring kiss, he pressed the tips of his cock to your entrance, hissing from the residual cold from the melted ice. Your canal warmed up soon enough as you could immediately feel the swell of his cock push into you. There was no time to adjust, his shaft was nothing but a series of thick bulbous ridges that only got wider until it tapered off just a bit at the base where the muscular ring sat. You were stretched wider and wider with every inch, losing your breath at the sensation of taking Simeon in this form. “There, now. You’re doing so well.” Lucifer praised, pinching your nipples to keep you conscious of the current moment. “Look at that, he’s almost all the way in.” Lucifer guided your gaze down between your legs and your heart skipped a beat when you saw that he was correct. There was maybe an inch or two left before he would be fully seated in you. You took a deep breath and allowed the angel to make the final push to sheath himself within your walls. Simeon let out a low groan, nipping at your shoulder and he held you close to take in the sensation of being surrounded by you. “You’re so hot.” He whined, “So tight, so perfect...” He grunted, rolling his hips into you and your body shuddered at how deep he was able to reach. You let out a breathless whine grasping at the sheets below you, reeling at the sensation. “I’m so proud of you, I knew you could do it.” Lucifer praised, trailing kissed down your neck. He glanced over at Simeon and gave the angel an imperceptible nod, egging the angel to move more. Simeon didn’t need any more encouragement, slowly sliding his length in and out of you as he was wont to do. He never fully pulled out of you, just far enough to the widest point of his cock before sliding back inside of your snug, tight walls. The ebb and flow of being stretched and relaxed had you mesmerized and before you knew it, you could feel your climax approaching. He could feel your walls fluttering in anticipation of the end and that was when he stopped moving all together. You were left hanging just at the precipice and you could see the excitement in Simeon’s eyes as he too was enjoying the moment; but you couldn’t forget about the demon behind you. “I hope you’re ready for me too...” He murmured softly and for a moment you were confused about what his words meant. The meaning became crystal clear when the hard tip of his cock pushed against your already stuffed hole, seeking entrance to a space that was quite full already. You gasped, squirming away from him but there was no winning against his inhuman strength. “N-no... it won’t fit , It’s too much.” You protested Lucifer dragged his length up and down your soaked lips, coating his cock in your essence before pressing against your hole once again to join Simeon. He let out a low, dark chuckle. “Breathe, my sweet, trust us.” He reassured. “Just imagine how good and tight you’ll feel when we’re both all the way in you. That ridge of his and my knot buried inside, stretching you out, claiming you.” You could see the image in your mind, but feeling it was something else entirely. You were already at your limit, or so you thought. But Lucifer was persistent and with some coaxing, the tip of Lucifer’s cock eventually slid inside beside Simeon’s. Whatever limits you had were going to be tested now. Somehow, against the pain and the stretch you felt, you could feel your muscles clench, tightening against the new intrusion, accepting him, drawing him further into you. “That’s my Little Lamb.” Simeon praised, kissing you and distracting you from whatever pain your abused hole was feeling. “That’s it, take us all in.” Your mouth hung open in a soundless scream as Lucifer’s cock drove itself further and further inside of you. The long shaft going deep within, brushing against your cervix when he finally reached the base of his knot. “Amazing.” he breathed, marveling at the tightness of being together with you along with Simeon. “Simply amazing.” And then, they started to move within you. Their motions were perfectly synced making you see stars and the heavens beyond them. You clung onto Simeon, though your arms had long lost feeling. At this point, you only served to be a fuck toy for the two of them, something to be used for their carnal pleasures and you wouldn’t have it any other way. The way their cocks worked in tandem sliding in and out of your hole had you cumming almost immediately. But, they weren’t anywhere near done with you. Not until they claimed you and truly made your theirs. They went faster, deeper, harder until you couldn’t see straight. The sound of skin slapping against skin mingled with grunts and moans filled the room along with the sticky sweet smell of sex. “Oh, oh God!” You screamed when they slammed you down to the base of their cocks at the same time. “God is not here making you moan.” Simeon growled, digging his fingers into the supple flesh of your ass and gripping it hard, spreading your cheeks out to gain more access to your pussy. “There is no God here, just us.” Lucifer bit your neck hard, leaving deep teeth marks in his wake, nearly drawing blood. He seethed at the Heavenly Father’s name and it only fueled his need to claim you. “If you’re going to call out a name, why don’t you make sure it’s mine.” he commanded, forgoing any decorum and roughly thrusting into you, ignoring whatever semblance of rhythm he had with Simeon earlier. You cried out, tears streaming from your eyes, your voice hoarse from screaming and your body sore from the abuse it was taking. They made you feel like a sinner and a saint all at once, the mix of pain and pleasure too much for your mind to bear and eventually all thoughts faded to the background until there was nothing but euphoria. Your head lolled back, resting against Lucifer’s chest and you blearily looked up at the ceiling as you accepted your fate between these two men. They were nearing their own climaxes. Seeing you lose yourself in the throes of passion drove them to the edge they sought and your body reached its final trial. Their thrusting slowed as they pushed you down on the hard knot and thick ridge of their cocks. You couldn’t remember screaming, but you did remember thinking you were being torn in half. You clawed at Simeon’s back, drawing blood from scratching him so deeply. The angel hissed, his long lashes fluttering as he softly encouraged you to accept them, all of them. And then, there was pure bliss when you felt them securely embedded within you. It was a feeling of fullness, of contentment you had never felt before. It felt as if your very soul had ascended at that moment. With one final grunt from Lucifer and a breathy moan from Simeon, they released their loads into you at the same time. The copious amounts of their seed flooding your insides, causing your belly to swell as you accepted their offering to you. The hot, sticky ropes of cum leaked from your pussy as they seemed to pump into you ceaselessly. You thought this surely must have been what paradise felt like as you yourself came around them one last time. As you felt your consciousness drifting away from you from your final climax. You remembered being gently lowered to the bed while both the angel and the demon were still inside of you. Their cocks were still hard and pulsing cum into you at intervals. “You did so well, Little Lamb.” Lucifer murmured, using the pet name Simeon often used for you. “You deserve some rest.” “Yes, rest, my Sweet.” Simeon encouraged, pressing kisses on your forehead and your cheeks. “You were perfect.” “So... Does this mean same time, same place next week?” You asked tiredly. “I don’t mind shooting a sequel.” Simeon agreed wholeheartedly. “Why just a sequel? We could make it a proper... trilogy.” Lucifer chimed in, holding you close and wrapping his wings around you. Simeon followed suit and that night, you dreamed of what sort of blockbuster the three of you could come up with.

#Obey me #Shall we date obey me #Obey Me Lucifer #Obey Me Simeon #Obey Me Smut #Obey me Fanfiction #Lucifer x reader x Simeon #Welcome to the filthy sin bin that is my brain #Lucifer x reader #Simeon x reader #Read the warnings and tags above y'all been warned #unedited because yolo

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starlight-writes-stuff · 3 years

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Hey lovey! Could I request a mcyt headcanon thing of how they each are in bed?

hi angel , and of course ! as always im sorry this took forever lmao . hope u enjoy (((:

AYO LOOK AT THESE : smut ! rough sex , choking , scratching , hair pulling , breeding / unprotected sex (wrp it b4 u tap it , bbys) , overstimulation , light bondage , i think thats all (:

reblogs are always appreciated <3

dream :

out of all the feral boys dream is the roughest for sure

it's all his gamer rage coming out

he truly has to control himself / hold back

because he wants to fuck you until you cant remember your own name

but doesnt want to break you

he’s not the biggest fan or foreplay , only because he’d much rather feel you wrapped around him

but he loves to go down on you

would prep you with his fingers because lord knows you’ll need it

and once you started to squirm he’d get so cocky

“if you cant take my fingers , you definitely cant take all of me, baby .”

so many pet names - baby , kitten , pretty girl , bunny , bun , my little whore

he’d make you cum twice on his fingers alone

and wouldn’t fuck you until he was aching for any sort of stimulation

wouldn’t use protection (w your consent !!!)

the thought of his cum deep inside you , painting your insides … it fucks him UP

you KNOW clay would be the motherfucker to slap his dick on your pussy

would groan at the sound of how wet you were for him

he’d run the tip of his cock through your folds and collect your arousal

until you were begging him to fuck you - and even then he’d wait a moment longer

he’d ease in slowly , making sure you felt every single inch

and would praise the FUCK out of you

“look so pretty taking my cock , bunny”

he’d stop to let you adjust to his length, but he’d be so arrogant as you bucked your hips

“want more , sweet thing ?”

you’d just nod , the pressure building in your tummy too much to produce words

and clay would grab at your chin so fuCKING agressivley

“i asked you a question , whore .”

he would just ruin you (in the most respectful way possible)

you’d cum for the third time within mere seconds

the room would be filled with the sound of harsh , slapping skin

you moans mixing with his - it was like a symphony to him

at some point your legs would go completely limp from the shear amount of pleasure clay was providing

and he’d circle an arm around your hips , holding your body to his as you came yet again

he’d get progressively less vocal as he approached his high , his raspy moans turning to rough growls and groans

and he’d bury himself deep inside of you as he came , muttering scratchy praises into the crook of your neck

as you and clay started to come down together it would be a complete 180

he’d pull out so gently , watching the way his cum dripped out of you

and would press sweet , tender kisses to every inch of skin he could get his mouth on

clay would run soft fingers over every bruise , every mark he left on your skin

admiring his work

he loves the way you look after sex - all fucked out and dewy eyed

would wet a washcloth with warm water and clean you up while murmuring over and over how much he loved you

the two of you would fall asleep pretty quickly after in a tangled mess of limbs

sex with him is quite the workout

george :

gogs <3

i have many thoughts on this subject yall

wakin up in the mornin , thinkin about so many things

would LOVE foreplay

something about being so intimate but not actually fucking is so <3 to him

he loves every single moment of it

starting from when a simple peck turns to something deeper

george’s tongue rolling over yours as he cups a hand under your jaw

would do the thumb thing™ on your cheek

his free hand would roam up and down the curve of your hips

then up and under your shirt

the way that your breath hitched would make him sh i v e r

and george would start kissing down your neck and over your jaw to your neck

loves hickeys

and biting you

he’d take yall to some place soft if you weren’t already there and start to undress you

adores the action of getting you out of your clothes and insists on taking your shirt off himself

is obsessed w your titties

rolling your nipples between his fingers

sucking on the sensitive nubs , flicking his tongue over them until you could cry from pleasure

then leaves sloppy , hot kisses all the way down your body

is so good with his hands

knows the exact way to curl his fingers inside you

and is very good at keeping a rhythm that pushes you over the edge

but truly have you seen that boys hands because like

he’s all about pleasuring you in bed

it's his number one priority

and he knows your body incredibly well

the boy knows how to make you cum without even trying

yall have experimented and figured out what feels best

and he’s perfected those techniques

on the non physical side of things however

sex with george would be s i n f u l

the things he would say to you …

and in his fucking ACCENT no less

starlight has a voice kink

god he would talk so fucking dirty

the filthiest things falling from his lips as he’s thrusting in and out of you

he’d be so vocal

“just like that , love ,” he’d pant before throwing his head back

his fingers would dig into your hips as his moans turned to whimpers

the two of you would reach your highs one after the other

but george always makes sure that you finish first

sapnap :

we’re just gonna address this right away

daddy kink

(“call me big daddy” , sapdaddy , need i say more ?)

pretty dominant but not necessarily aggressive

more mentally dominant if that makes any sense ???

wants you so far in subspace that you’re all his

dumbification is so hot to him

“baby doll , darlin’ , sweet girl”

degrades you but in a soft way :,)

“look so pretty on my cock , whore”

“my sweet little slut , taking me so well”

spits in your mouth and holds your jaw until you swallow

loves to fuck your throat

literally uses your mouth as his personal fleshlight

hold your hair up for you bc he’s a gentleman

but would rather have it in pigtails

thrusts into your mouth hhhhhhhhhh

wants to see mascara tears and won't stop until he does

loves to give you facials

then takes 1476592837310982 pictures of you like that

his my eyes only on snap is 99% your face painted with his cum

honestly likes to cum anywhere he can see it

tits

backshots

on your stomach

l o v e s your thighs

and yall have absolutely done thigh jobs

would fuck you until you cried then marvel at the look of your tears

because you look so pretty when you’re entirely overwhelmed by pleasure

your face flushed a pretty pink

eyes watering with crystal clear drops

then would make you cum again

“one more , sweet girl , you can take one more”

and you’d just nod , so deep into subspace that he words were like spells

how could you say no to him ?

aftercare KING though , would take such good care of you

would run you two a warm bath and carry you to the tub

bc lord knows you cant walk after him

and he’d run his hands allllll over your body , soothing any rough marks he may have left

at the end of the day he absolutely worships you

karl :

karl jacobs , love of starlight’s life

i just think that he <3

karl has stated that he’s on the ace spectrum

so i think that sex with him wouldn’t be near as much about physicality

its about the intimacy and connection that comes with that for yall

and mans would make you feel so loved ,,,

he’d kiss every single inch of your body

and hold you so close to him as you two were getting undressed

loves kisses when yall are shirtless

because he can feel your heartbeat on his

and they sync up the longer u lay there

would go down on you for hours if he could holy fuck

he loves eating you out , drawing pretty moans from your lips

and is so good at it bye .

he can easily make you cum with just his skilled tongue

and fucks you with it i-

one of his favorite feelings in the world is your thighs tightening around his head

and your hands tugging at his hair as he makes you come undone over and over

you’re his favorite taste in the entire world

sex with karl would be sweet and soft and so so so intimate

it would be so loving

he’d have you look him in his eyes as he slid in

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnggngngnngngnngggggggg

and would stay buried deep inside you , not moving until you adjusted to him

karl’s packing i just know it

moans your name quite a lot

and murmurs how much he loves you , everything he loves about you inbetween thrusts

he’d hold your hands while you two made love

his grip tightening as he got closer

karl would make DAMN sure you came first

but loves cumming at the same time if you can hold off for him

the two of you would stay like that , chest to chest for a while after your highs

karl still tucked inside you

he’d love cockwarming dont @ me

is a fluffy mess after sex and always wants to fall asleep after

with you in his arms

quackity :

sex with alex >>>>>>

yes

please

he’d be . so fucking good . at everything he did .

alex loves foreplay

lapdances

bc he’s so obsessed with your body

and having you put on a show just for him ?

turns him on like nothing else in the world

lets you show off for as long as possible before he finally picks you up and throws you on the bed

hands hands hands

alex is so skilled with his fingers and knows how to hit all the best spots

has absolutely made you squirt on his fingers and is so cocky about it

has you hold eye contact while he eats you out

and the minute you break it , he stops

would have his dick in your mouth 24/7 if he could

and loves the way you look with your tongue swirling around him

keeps a hand on the back of your head and pushes down so gently

alex is definitely a soft dom

when he cant hold off from fucking you any longer he’s no stranger to tying your hands up

usually with his belt

fucks you in missionary with your legs over his shoulders

but also loves when you're on top

alex is a titty guy

such a boob guy

and absolutely covers your chest in hickeys and bite marks

getting to play with them while you ride him ?? heaven

once your hips give out from feeling so good , alex would lift you up and thrust into you

his fingertips digging into your skin , leaving pretty purple bruises

would play with your clit as he fucks up into you

“cum for me , princess”

loves cumming inside you

breeding kink

just saying

and watching it drip out of your pussy gets him hard all over again

his voice goes so deep while he moans

and calls you pretty names in spanish

vvvv vocal and loves when you match that

“show me how good im making you feel , baby”

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alinastracker · 3 years

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malina week day 5 — free choice

false saint

a smutty one-shot inspired by taylor swift’s “false god” (ao3)

Alina Starkov had been one of the most powerful Grisha alive once, a saint —though a false one — to most of Ravka.

Maybe it was time to step into a different kind of power.

ruin and rising spoilers!

For the first time since they opened Keramzin up to Ravka’s orphaned children six months ago, the halls were quiet. Gone were the sounds of running feet and squealing laughter. Even though they only had four children, not including Misha, currently staying at the orphanage, happy children were often loud children, and it was the young couple’s top priority that the kids they took in were happy — as happy as any child who’s lost everything could be.

The quiet was oddly startling, even though Alina knew that the children were perfectly fine, out on a trip into town with their teacher, Karine, and the orphanage’s gruff cook, Stasia.

“Children should learn about their food early,” the woman had insisted, and so the little field trip into town had been planned. Karine went with, partly because five children were a handful for one woman, and partly because some of the children were still rather intimidated by Stasia.

The children were safe, and Alina was enjoying the quiet. But every now and then, caught off guard by the stillness, came a flicker of panic, and she had to remind herself once more. The children are safe. The Darkling is dead.

And though the home was quiet, she was not alone.

Alina pressed her forehead against one of the full length windows of the upstairs reading nook. They had wanted this room to be comfy and bright, and the large windows that faced the back of the property certainly assured that. She could see Mal down there, tending to the garden, his hands deep inside of the dirt. For a moment, she let all of her worries float away and pictured his fingers deep inside of her instead. She had to squeeze her thighs together as heat rushed to her center, demanding friction.

The sun was shining brightly through the window, and so she angled herself to stand fully in its rays. Alina brought her hand up, letting her fingers play in the light, forcing her sinful thoughts away. She couldn’t say how long she stayed that way, lost in her longing, but it was long enough that Mal had finished in the garden and had come to sneak up behind her.

“Playing with the light again?” he murmured as his arms wrapped around her.

Alina nodded, leaning back against his chest.

Mal pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “Want to talk about it?”

It was what they always asked each other when they got into these moods, when she became entranced with the sunlight, and he found himself stuck silent and still in the woods. Sometimes the longing hurt, and sometimes it was just the pull to be in the element again — welcoming an old friend, rather than feeling the hole left in its absence.

“I was just thinking that I miss the feeling sometimes,” Alina sighed. “When I summoned, it was like every inch of my skin was brushed with the softest warmth. I can feel something close to it sometimes, standing in the light like this. Just not as . . . wholly.”

Mal was quiet for a moment, and she knew if she looked over her shoulder, she’d find the small pinch between his brows that indicated he was thinking. She knew the exact moment when his mind had come to a conclusion, feeling the way his body relaxed.

“Perhaps,” he murmured, angling himself so his lips just brushed her ear as his hands moved to grip her hips, “it would help if the sun could hit every inch of you.”

Desire returned thick between her thighs, if it had ever truly gone away. “What are you implying?”

“I think you know.”

He was right, she knew exactly what he meant. But they were out in the open, standing right in front of a window. The children were gone, though. The staff, too. There would always be the chance that someone came stumbling into their backyard and looked up, but maybe the risk made it all the better.

She had been one of the most powerful Grisha alive once, a saint —though a false one — to most of Ravka.

Maybe it was time to step into a different kind of power.

She took one slow, steady breath, channeling her confidence.

“Then undress me, Malyen.”

Mal tensed for a singular breath, then brought his hands around her again, feeling his way up her chest until his fingers found the first button of her shirt. He took his time undoing each one, letting their skin brush each time more of her was bared. When he had the last button undone, the shirt was tossed lazily away. Mal’s hands continued their journey down her body, though her skirt took considerably less time to remove.

Standing in nothing but her under clothes, Alina closed her eyes, soaking in the feeling of the sunlight brushing new parts of her. She thought for a moment that Mal might stop here. It could be enough, even if she still craved more.

But he didn’t stop.

Mal hooked his fingers into the band of her underwear, and when she didn’t object, tugged them down. Alina stepped carefully out of the fabric, brushing it away with her foot. His fingers crawled up her backside then, and a moment later, her bra fell to the floor, letting the light consume her whole.

Alina let her head fall back against Mal’s shoulder, bringing her hands up just as she used to when using her power. It wasn’t quite the same warmth that summoning had brought her, but it was something.

Mal pressed his lips to the side of her neck and whispered, “Sankta.”

Encompassed in the light, she almost felt like one. Mal had always had blind faith in her, had died for her. But saints had to prove they were worth the title.

Alina turned, meeting his eyes. Mal could’ve sworn some of the light had stayed twinkling in her brown orbs.

“Let me give you something to worship,” she said, and dropped to her knees.

Mal sucked in a sharp breath, but made no move to stop her as she worked to undo his trousers, dragging them down. His underwear came next, his half-hard cock happy to spring free.

“You don’t have to—” he started. Alina shushed him. She spit into her hand — rather unceremonious for a saint, but alas — and gripped him. Any lingering words of Mal’s fell to the wayside as he moaned.

It took very little time for him to harden fully with her stroking him. Still, she waited until he couldn’t possibly throb more for her, his cock hard as steel and bulging, before she brought him to her lips and sucked the tip of him into her mouth.

Mal cursed fervently, his hand forming a fist in the tangles of her silky, pale hair.

Alina swirled her tongue around him, dipping into the place where his desire gathered for her, only encouraged by his curses and the almost painful pull on her scalp. His words were like a prayer, and he only got louder as she took in more of him, swallowing him down her throat even as her body protested.

She still didn’t know if his size was a blessing or a curse.

Mal was on the edge from the sight of her alone, those pretty lips he had spent years dreaming about perfectly parted around his cock. He saw the tears in her eyes, though, and so he began to pull back, only for Alina to grip his ass, nails digging into the skin of his backside. Let me, her eyes said, determined. And fuck if it didn’t make his hips thrust against her mouth.

“Alina,” he moaned.

Her response was a brief, but not gentle, scrape of her teeth against him. Mal hissed, but he didn’t need to look at her to know where he had gone wrong

“Sankta,” he moaned instead, and it felt right.

Even if she was a false saint, their love — and everything that came with it — was like their own personal religion, blind and eternal. Though the moan that ripped from Mal’s throat as his release hit was anything but holy.

And this was what Alina had wanted more than anything — to bring him to the edge and push him over. It was a different kind of power, and she let the evidence of it dribble down her chin, droplets landing on her breasts and chest. Different than the blood a saint usually ended up covered in. Different, and much better.

When she finished milking his release out of him, Alina stood. Backlit by the sun, she looked as saintly as she ever had. Mal licked his lips as he greedily took in the sight of her. She had, undoubtedly, given him something to worship.

As any righteous man of faith would do before his saint, Mal dropped to his knees. It was not the first time Alina had driven men to kneel before her, and it would not be the last.

“Sankta Alina,” he whispered, bringing his lips to the altar between her thighs, his tongue forming a prayer that felt better than Alina thought possible.

But it wasn’t just a prayer, it was a whole sermon — every lick, suck, and plunge a promise of his allegiance. He had her mewling and trembling above him in minutes, barely able to keep herself standing as he pushed her past her limits. And she thought, as he rose with his lips glistening from her cunt, that service was over. But Mal only turned her over and pressed her naked body against the window. The glass chilled her bare skin even as the sunlight warmed it.

Mal had his lips at her ear again. “I’m not done worshipping you yet,” he murmured, and smoothly thrust his hard-again cock inside of her.

If anyone walked by outside or came into the reading nook, there would be no hiding their heavenly sinful act. To her surprise, Alina found the slightest thrill at a stranger discovering such a display. And as Mal fucked her with relentless devotion, she sent a prayer to the true saints that the glass held true.

This time, they jumped over the edge together, in the way that only the faithful could. Screams on their lips, sweat dripping down their necks, pleasure so intense that it could only be called a religious experience.

After, Mal scooped her into his arms and brought them to their room. He sat Alina on the bed, leaving briefly to gather wet rags for them. With a gentleness quite opposite from their frantic fucking, Mal cleaned the spend from her body, then his own, before taking the spot beside her, curling his body around hers.

Though she may be a false saint, Alina could still feel the warmth of the sun on her skin as the peaceful call of sleep pulled her under, a smile on her face.

#malinaweek #malina #writing #fanfic #malina fanfic #and when i say smutty i mean SMUTTY THIS IS PURE SMUT OK?#anyway happy last day of malina week this has truly been the best #ruin and rising spoilers #alina starkov #malyen oretsev #also realize i could've done this for song day but this came to me like last night ok

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Logan 3.0 (5/?)

CO-AUTHOR: @demented-dukey

Summary: Remus is an incorrigible flirt, and Logan can only bear the innuendo for so long until something has to give. Passions erupt, but there are more lasting repercussions than either could have predicted, including a significant transformation to Logan himself! How will these new changes affect the delicate balance of Thomas’s mental state? When a new dark side threatens the lives of several of the other sides, will Logan and Remus’s love be strong enough to save everyone, including Thomas?

Ships: INTRULOGICAL

Sanders Sides: Logan, Remus, Thomas, Roman, Virgil, Patton, Deceit

Fic type: Drama, Romantic, Action, Flirty

Trigger Warnings: No character deaths, but a lot of very close calls. Consensual knife play and bloodplay, and lots of bloody fighting and monster attacks. If you’re sensitive to unsympathetic characters, some parts flirt pretty close to that, but there’s also a lot of extenuating circumstances to explain the situation, and there’s a happy ending once you get through the angst and misunderstandings. Self-harm and references to such, and suicidal tendencies.

MASTERLIST

IMPORTANT: This chapter is a smut chapter, there is consensual knifeplay/bloodplay and very intense description.

Chapter 5: An Intimate Evening (18+)

When Logan rose up in his room hours later, he took a deep breath. Seeing what he had done to Thomas had made him feel unbelievably guilty. Not to mention the immense shock from both Deceit and Thomas upon seeing him.

So when he was finally able to collapse on his bed, he smiled. Then he remembered something and a smirk crept onto his face. Standing up, he sunk out quickly.

Remus was laying in his bed throwing a ninja star up at the ceiling and letting it fall back down only for him to throw it back, then a knock on the door made his head turn, and he yeeted the star back into the opposite wall next to the many dents where he had done so before.

Raising his eyebrows, he was curious. How was he even able to hear the knock? That shouldn't happen.

He walked over and opened the door with a frown, then it immediately disappeared as he saw Logan standing in the doorway, a grin on his face.

"I promised we'd get naughty, Re. And I keep my promises."

"Praise Jesus," Remus breathed and reached for the hem of his shirt.

"Stop," Logan said, his voice reverberating a bit, and Remus froze. "Did I say you were allowed to disrobe yet?"

Remus shook his head, afraid to say anything lest it come out as a moan.

Logan pushed Remus back into his room and closed the door behind him, locking it. He spun back to his boyfriend, licking his lips. "No, we get to undress each other, love."

He pulled Remus close and ripped his shirt over his head, stroking his face instantly. He rubbed his hand down his chest, meeting Remus' eyes. "So beautiful..."

Remus blushed, still unused to the praise. "That's why you're the smart one. You have the best ideas."

He reached up, tugging the black tie loose from its knot. Wrapping each end of the tie in his fists, he pulled on the tie like a yolk, dragging Logan into a messy, biting kiss.

Logan's arms held Remus tight, rubbing his back and tracing every line of his body. He leaned forward to nibble on Remus' ear.

"Well? What are you waiting for? Strip me down, love." He purred.

Remus whined. He was so excited his hands were shaking as they pulled Logan's shirt off, his mouth drooling as it ached to lick and bite every inch of flesh that was revealed. Remus fumbled with Logan's belt buckle, finally managing to get it undone after what felt like an eternity of frustration. Remus dropped to his knees, pulling Logan's jeans and underwear down at the same time and steadfastly ignoring the part of Logan's body that was calling him like a siren's song. Remus focused on Logan's Vans, carefully undoing the laces and helping Logan step out of his clothes. Once Logan was free of his pesky accouterments, Remus finally let himself look up, determined to explore the advantages of his kneeling position, and started by enjoying the view.

Logan smirked. "Are you waiting for my permission or something, Re? I'm yours tonight."

Logan was magnificent; all lean muscle and pale skin, and the beauty of him made Remus want to cry. He could have looked upon Logan with awestruck worship for hours... years... centuries... but Logan's words brought him back to himself. His tonight? Remus bit his lip - his Creativity was running rampant, his mind flooding with ideas almost too fast to process. "...safeword?" he strangled out, fighting against the urge to just take. He didn't think he'd do anything Logan wouldn't like, especially their first time together, but Remus had trouble with self-restraint and often went too far in other parts of his life, and this was too important to fuck up with his own eagerness.

Logan ran his fingers through Remus' hair, snickering. "Who needs safe words? I know you'll stop if you feel you need to. But why would I ever want that?" He leaned down a bit. "Now..." he put his hand on the back of Remus' head and pushed him forward. "Let's get started."

Never in Remus's wildest dreams did he think anyone would ever love him this much, trust him this completely, challenge him to rise to the occasion (in every dirty sense of the word). Remus was dizzy with arousal, and he shuddered, letting go of his last vestiges of control. Inky green tentacles burst from his back, spilling out around them and seeking out his lover. Two wrapped around Lo's wrists, pinning them above Logan's head. Remus briefly mourned the loss of Logan's fingers gripping his head and made a mental note to make sure Logan had ample opportunity to force Remus to gag on his lovely cock later.

Two more tentacles wrapped around Logan's ankles, securing him in place. Another two drew up to chest-level and began to play with Logan's nipples, the soft suckers on the underside of the tentacles leaving trails of light-red marks across Logan's chest.

Letting his own palms skate up Logan's legs and caress his thighs, Remus finally let himself focus on his prize. Logan's cock, erect and weeping, stood out proudly from a nest of curls, and Remus fell even more in love. He kissed the tip, licking off the precome, and moaned at the taste. "So good," Remus said blissfully, "Gonna eat you up."

Logan smiled, glancing down at his boyfriend. "Please do."

He sighed in ecstasy as Remus forced himself onto his cock, sucking hard and with honest purpose. His tentacles held Logan fast, but not too tight that it was uncomfortable. He leaned his head back with a smile, biting his lip as Remus' hands rubbed his ass gently, then grabbed it seconds later.

The two tentacles that were tracing his nipples made Logan sigh; they were soft and gentle, but also held a sense of strength that could be unleashed at any moment. The suction on his chest from them tickled slightly, bringing a small snicker.

He grew harder, then he sucked in a deep breath as he looked down. He pulled at one of his wrists, asking to be let go, and Remus gladly released one hand, which traveled straight to his head, grabbing at Remus' hair and forcing him further.

"Love...you've done it..." Logan murmured, letting out a moan as he came.

Remus hummed around Logan's cock, throat stretched and swallowing his come. He blindly reached down, fumbling open his own pants and pulling out his dick - it was shaped like a smaller version of his other tentacles, although it was a reasonable size compared to all the human male penises he'd seen while surfing the internet. He was so turned on that his normally-prehensile penis was swollen and could barely move on its own. He ran a fist over the sensitive glans, sobbing around Logan's cock still buried deep in his throat, not wanting this exquisite pleasure to end.

Logan brushed Remus' hair, cooing to him sweetly. "Is that good, love? Was it enough for you?" He tilted his head down a little more as he put his finger under Remus' chin, bringing his boyfriend's eyes up to his.

"Should we continue on the bed? I'm about ready for some more."

Remus let Logan's cock slide out of his mouth with a 'pop', grinning up a Logan. "I could never have enough of you," he admitted, rising to his feet, tentadick still hard and aching but ignored again for the moment.

Remus's tentacles picked up Logan in a bridal carry and deposited him in the middle of the bed. Remus stumbled a little as he kicked off his boots and pants, using another tentacle against the floor for balance, before leaping onto the bed, quickly covering Logan's body with his own.

"Didja miss me?" Remus grinned, face inches away from Logan's.

Logan pulled him closer, meeting his eyes with a mischievous grin. "Of course."

He ran his tongue over the crease of Remus' lips, then pressed his own against Remus' violently, fingers tangling in his hair. Spit dripped from their mouths as they connected kiss after kiss, then Logan licked his lips.

"You're gorgeous, y'know that, Remus?"

"And don't you forget it," Remus teased back, "Gotta look good when I'm on your arm, make all the old farts at the faculty club jealous when they see what you get to come home to each night." Kissing his way down Logan's neck, he then latched onto his new-favorite spot on Lo's shoulder and sank his teeth in.

Logan leaned his head back, chewing his lip, then he reached down and took hold of Remus' dick. He gently began to jerk him off, a smile on his face as he extracted a large moan from his love.

"Does that feel good, Re?"

"Fuuuuck, yeah," Remus groaned, muffled into Logan's shoulder. "I love your-your hands, your fingers, god, you smell amazing, and your cock tasted so good, so big and heavy in my mouth, stretching me open..." His hips thrust eagerly into Logan's hand. "I'm...I'm close, Lo..."

Logan bit down on Remus' ear. "Don't hold back." He whispered.

Remus whimpered, chasing his climax. When he masturbated alone, he usually impaled himself on his own tentacles at both ends, and he didn't realize until this exact moment how comfortable he'd gotten with it and how hard it was to finish without some form of penetration. He was too close now, he couldn't focus enough to grab the lube from his bedside table or prepare himself, but maybe…

One of his tentacles looped behind Logan's neck, and dove into Remus's mouth, thrusting deep into his abused throat. The memory of Logan's cock in his mouth was so fresh, and paired with the stretch and burn of the tentacle forcing his jaw wide and his throat to relax, it was enough to push him over the edge. Remus shuddered in Logan's grip, his orgasm rushing through him and leaving him weak and boneless to collapse on top of his lover.

Logan smiled as he hugged Remus' limp body on top of him. "Well, you certainly have an interesting way of climaxing." He stroked Remus' cheek. "How about next time you let ME be your penetration, hmm?"

He then smirked. "Speaking of which..."

In a flash, he had somehow managed to roll on top of Remus without moving Remus from his face-down position. He sat up, kneeling over his boyfriend. He gently brushed his hands along Remus' back, smirking as all of the tentacles disappeared, leaving him with his pure boyfriend, just Remus. Logan leaned down to kiss the back of Remus' neck, running his tongue along the top vertebrae before his neck.

"Are you ready to be fucked, love?"

Remus arched into the touch, still reeling from his orgasm. "Yes, please fuck me," he babbled, trying to get on his hands and knees, but post-climax and without his tentacles to help he was gangly as a newborn foal and quickly collapsed back into the sheets. "Help," he whined pitifully and jiggled his ass in as enticing a manner as he could manage.

Logan chuckled. "God, you're adorable." He grabbed the tube of lube next to Remus' bed (he suspected it was there all the time) and gently worked some onto his fingers, then he smirked. "Open up..." He pushed his fingers into Remus' ass, spreading them apart and twisting them. As soon as he had gotten three fingers in up to the first knuckle, he began to pull them in and out, really making sure that his love would be nice and ready.

"Yesssss..." Remus hissed in pleasure, writhing on the bed and thrusting back onto Logan's fingers. He clutched the sheets in his fists, shamelessly wanton. "Give it to me. I can take it. Fuck me with your gloriously magnificent cock."

"Anything you want, love." Logan withdrew his fingers, then Remus felt the touch of Logan's cock against him. He bit his lip, then gasped as Logan thrust into him.

Logan held his boyfriend's waist, thrusting strongly and methodically, fucking Remus with the most perfect of forms. He leaned forward to chew on Remus' ear softly, nipping down on his neck.

"How's this, darling?" He asked seductively, sucking a dark red hickey onto his love's neck. "I can go all night, so no worries about me stopping anytime soon."

Remus whimpered, completely at the mercy of his boyfriend and loving every second of it. It was torture being taken from behind, unable to cling or bite or fondle anything, and the frustration stoked the fire of Remus’s pleasure. Remus was pinned to the bed by Logan’s cock like a butterfly on a corkboard, and that train of thought led to Logan being a science nerd and other “experiments” Logan might like to use Remus for in the future, and Remus began to cry in sheer euphoria at all the wonderful new possibilities opening up now that they were together. “Love… you…” he sobbed between thrusts, filled and overwhelmed by Logan’s cock, his presence, and his love.

Logan smiled. "Aw, love you, too." He leaned down, forcing himself further, then he snuck his hand around, fingers wrapping around Remus' dick, rubbing softly and fondling his balls as he still thrust with the same strength down into his love.

Dizzy with lust, Remus whined and mewled from one exquisite sensation to the other and back again. He reached blindly for Logan's free hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing and licking and chewing on those talented fingers, moaning his cries of passion into Logan's flesh.

Logan's lips twitched up in a smirk, taking his other hand from Remus' cock and stroking Remus' cheek, then twirling his hair, then he moved it down to hug Remus closer, pinching his nipple and twisting his fingers lightly. He whispered in Remus' ear, "Am I doing a good job, love? Do you want anything else?" He asked, licking Remus' ear before giving it another nibble, finding that such an action was what got the biggest reaction from his boyfriend. That, and sucking on his neck. But Logan just snacked on Remus' ear, awaiting the reply from the man he was inside.

It was nearly impossible to form words, but Remus’s mind was still spiraling out of control, dreaming up images of Logan with a dangerously sharp scalpel looming over him, or “experimenting” with other substances like wax or acid or electricity-play… most of the scenarios dancing in his head were complicated and would probably require more equipment than he currently had at his disposal, along with prior-discussion before implementing, but maybe he could nudge Logan in the right direction… “Bite me… mark me… make me yours.” Remus was already well on his way to being wrecked, but he wanted the physical reminders too, trails of bruises and lovebites and cuts pressed deep into his skin. He paid attention and knew about Logan’s love of Sherlock, and longed to tempt him like Moriarty - he wanted to be a fucking crime scene worthy of his attention.

"As you wish." Logan tilted Remus' head and ran his tongue along the skin before placing his teeth on Remus' neck and biting down, tasting blood at the force. He licked it away, smiling as he brought down another mark on Remus' shoulder that also drew the delicious crimson blood. Logan smirked as he grew hard, then he let out a hard breath and a groan as he climaxed, letting it all out inside Remus. His boyfriend moaned in exquisite pleasure as Logan pulled out, then he flipped Remus over, meeting his eyes. "Finally, I can gaze at your gorgeous face again. And now we can have some more fun." He grabbed Remus' wrists and held them above his head, pinning them to the bed. His lips slammed into Remus', their tongues old friends by now.

Through the kiss, Logan muttered, "I'll make you mine, love. Don't worry." His nails dug into Remus' wrists, then Logan lowered his head to gently bite Remus' nipple, licking around it as it grew hard. He snickered, lowering his head more to latch his teeth onto Remus' side, dragging his teeth along to create a long red scratch, then he sank his bite harder, drawing a small cry from Remus as Logan tasted more salty iron in his mouth. He pulled his mouth away after sucking a few dark red marks onto Remus' side, then he moved back up to meet the eyes of his boyfriend. "You want to be marked? I'll mark you." Taking one of his hands away from holding his love's wrists, he gently ran his fingers down Remus' other side, then he pressed his nails into the skin hard, dragging them down and ripping the skin that immediately turned wet with blood. Logan brought his hand back, running his blood-wet fingers down Remus' cheek, leaving two red lines.

"Do you want me to heal that for you so it doesn't bleed too much, or does it feel good?" He asked, then he returned to sucking more red marks onto Remus' neck, adding to the many he had already created. "What else do you want, love?"

“Feels...good… keep… let me…” Words. Remus could do words. He knew he was pretty good at words, but the damn fickle things were escaping him at the moment, slipping through his grasp. He didn’t want Logan to heal him, he wanted to keep every mark and wound, to treasure them in the in-between times until the next time when Logan would gift him with new ones.

What else did he want?? What else could he have??? Remus wanted Logan to cut him open, to tattoo Lo’s name across his heart and carve Lo’s name into his bones. He wanted a permanent limp, to always feel freshly-fucked and wrecked by his lover. He wanted to never wear clothes again and to walk among the Light Sides with every bruise and mark and wound proudly on display, showcasing how much he was loved and treasured. He wanted whatever Logan wanted, wanted to be good for his lover and satisfy him in ways no one else ever would or could.

Unable to put any of this into words at the moment, Remus just whined, tilting his neck under Logan’s mouth in the universal sign of submission, offering himself to his lover to be used as he wished.

Logan shrugged. "Okay then, my decision." He released Remus' wrist and moved down, dragging his nails across Remus' chest as he knelt at his groin, then his eye caught his boyfriend's before he lowered his head to suck on his balls, rubbing and massaging Remus' thighs as he sucked harder, drawing small whines from the Duke. Logan gently bit down, smiling as he extracted a cry from the man. Moving a bit, Logan kissed the tip of Remus' cock, gently running his fingers over it, licking up his shaft. Once he reached his balls again, he kissed each of them, then crawled back up to lay on top of his love.

"Okay, I'm going to ask you a few questions, and you can just nod yes or no, got it?"

Remus nodded, still unable to produce words.

Logan smirked, then leaned close. "I know you have a bunch of kinks. And I'm sure at least five of them include knives or weapons of some sort... So I'm going to ask, do you want that? For me to use a knife?"

Remus nodded frantically, his whining trailing into a higher, pleading lilt. In response to his emotions, one of the bedside drawers popped open, revealing a wide selection of sterile and sharp knives in a variety of sizes. Some blades were as simple and tiny as a scalpel, while others were curved like claws. Some blades were smooth and sleek, while others were as serrated and jagged as teeth. They all sat patiently, gleaming like stars on a bed of black velvet, ready and waiting to be used.

Logan cocked his eyebrow up. "You certainly do have a kink for this." He leaned down, brushing Remus' hair away from his eyes with a sweet but mischievous smile. "Now baby, I'm going to need you to use your words. What do you want first?"

Remus blinked hard, mind spinning. Too many possibilities, they were flashing through his mind like a strobe light. Logan was being so good to him, indulging in his kinks without hesitation, and Remus wanted to repay his kindness. His gaze caught on Logan's left ear, on the tiny star charms dangling from the black cuff. "Stars," Remus choked out. He shivered, imagining Logan using the knives to draw the night sky across his chest and back, a Milky Way stained in blood. "Your favorite... constellations... on me… please..."

Logan's eyes went wide, a smile growing across his face. "You want me to carve my stars onto you?" He said quietly, and Remus nodded excitedly. Logan smirked and reached for one of the smaller and more exact knives, holding it up and scraping his finger across it, testing its sharpness. "With pleasure, love." He put the knife to the skin on Remus' chest, then hesitated, but Remus' hand rubbing his cheek made him certain and he began to run the blade along his lover's skin, flinching at the blood at first, but after a few minutes he didn't even register it anymore. He smiled. "Scorpius. One of my favorite constellations, as well as my Zodiac sign." He said calmly as he dug the small scalpel into Remus' flesh, connecting dots with dots, painting a picture of his favorite night sky. Remus watched, entranced, as Logan's hand seemed to glide effortlessly with the knife, the constellations suddenly appearing, full and beautiful. He recognized one that Logan had sliced onto his side. Orion. The most well-known and possibly most beautiful constellation. However, it was even more beautiful when Remus considered it to be Logan's constellation. He sighed, closing his eyes as he felt the knife run over him, turning onto his side so that Logan was able to begin his art on Remus' back. For thirty more minutes Remus lay and let Logan scar him, then he finally heard Logan set the scalpel down, then rolled him over to lay on top of him, the blood that stained his hands sending Remus to euphoria, knowing that his love had given him exactly what he'd wanted.

"How was that, darling?" Logan asked. "Eight different constellations and I added a few stars scattered in between. Did it feel good?" He cooed, connecting the two in a kiss.

"Amazing. Astronomical," Remus moaned between kisses, trying to come up with more space-themed words for his nerd, "Stellar. Cosmic. Super...star?" he trailed off, giggling, then gasped, "Interplanetary megastellar hydrostatic!"

Remus hummed, the melody resurfacing easily. "Stargazing mega-fast, you hit me like a cosmic blast. You're giving me a technicolor world." Caressing Logan's face, Remus sang, "Putting me in overdrive, speed of light, I'm so alive. Could you be my Supernova Girl?"

Logan chuckled with a small shake of his head. "God, who would have ever thought that you'd be a nerd. I thought that was my job." He glanced down to examine his work, smiling. Tilting his head back up, he brought himself inches from his love's face. "I just adore you." He pulled Remus into another kiss, passionate and fierce, then a small murmur caught Remus' attention.

"Would you like to do the same to me?" The whisper was so sexual, so sweet, the words singing to the blade in question.

"Make my heart go boom boom," Remus gasped, excitement filling him with strength. "Yes, please." He flipped their positions, plucking the scalpel from where Logan had set it down. Technically, he could use a different knife, but the idea of mixing their blood on the same blade was too thrilling, and Remus couldn't resist.

Logan's chest was still littered with love marks from Remus's tentacles, but there was plenty of space for Remus to have some fun. He licked away a few streaks of his own blood from Logan's chest, preparing his canvas. Hesitating with the blade poised over the skin, his gaze flickered up to Logan's face. "Any requests?" he asked, the question doubling as a chance for Logan to reconsider one last time before he started.

Logan looked thoughtful for a moment, then his mouth twitched up in a grin. "Are you aware of what Dopamine is, and the chemical makeup of love?"

He sighed when Remus stared at him with a slightly confused expression, then Logan smirked. "Here, let me show you." He reached for his phone, typed for a moment, then spun it around to show Remus a picture.

"The chemical structure. I know it's detailed, but it's what I want. Is that alright with you?"

"Definitely." Remus released the breath he didn't realize he was holding. Logan really did want this, he wasn't just humoring Remus's weird and bloody kinks. Not only did he want Remus to cut him in return, but there was also a pattern Logan wanted, something Remus could see and easily implement to make Logan happy. "Your wish is my command."

Remus set Logan's phone on the bedside table, and with a flick of his fingers, the chemical pattern shimmered into life in the air, glowing a radioactive neon green. Pinching the air like a pane of glass, Remus stretched it into the size he wanted and flipped it down to lay across Logan's skin. His gaze flickered back up to Logan's, and receiving a nod of approval, Remus bit his tongue in concentration and began to cut.

It was easier than he'd thought it would be. Remus was skilled with his knives and had carved various patterns into his own body countless times, and it was much less distracting to use the knives on someone else. At least, pain-wise. Remus kept getting distracted by the blood seeping from Logan's wounds, and he would pause to lick and suck the blood away so he could see the glowing green pattern again. He sang softly while he engraved the symbols, "Visions of your pretty face send me into Hyperspace. Caught up in a planetary whirl. Breathing in, you give me air. I'm living off your solar flare. Could you be my Supernova Girl?" He hummed as he worked quickly but carefully, inscribing the neat lines and complex chemical symbols, and soon the pattern was complete and the green glow faded away.

Logan peered down at the professional standard scar on his chest, and he smiled before wrapping his arms around Remus and pulling him down into a kiss, holding him for as long as he could before he was required to release him in order to breathe. Both men lay panting, then Logan spoke up. "You're so perfect, love. This is perfect. I'm proud of you." He then leaned up to whisper in Remus' ear, "Now we've really marked each other, haven't we?" A small little snicker escaped Logan's lips. "We got a lot more naughty than I thought we would. But you know what?" Nibbling on the lobe of Remus' ear, Logan sighed. "I wouldn't have had tonight go any other way."

Remus kissed Logan and rested their foreheads together. "I love you more than words can wield the matter," he whispered. His own words were failing him, so he drew upon the master wordsmith to express his feelings, knowing that his love would recognize and appreciate Shakespeare. "Dearer than eyesight, space, and liberty. Beyond what can be valued, rich or rare; no less than life, with grace, health, beauty, honour. As much as child e’er lov’d, or father found; a love that makes breath poor, and speech unable. Beyond all manner of so much I love you."

Logan's eyes were wide, then he sighed with a happy smile. "God, the man I adore is quoting Shakespeare to tell me how much he loves me. Could you be any more PERFECT?!" He moaned, nuzzling against Remus' forehead. “Love, can we go to bed? I would just like to lie with you and fall asleep in your arms where I feel safest.”

Remus nodded and was about to grab the blankets when he paused. "Oh! Real quick, hold that thought..." He reached for Logan's phone - his own was buried in the heap of his clothes on the floor, and while he could have manifested a tentacle to grab it without leaving the bed, it was easier to just snag Logan's phone instead. It was still unlocked from when Logan showed him the chemical formula, and Remus navigated to the camera app and snapped a few quick closeups of each of their chests, before holding the camera at arm's length to include both himself and Logan in the shot. "Selfie!" Remus chirped, grinning happily, and then attached the image files on a text message sent to his own phone. "Okay, now I can sleep." Tossing the phone gently onto the nightstand, Remus pulled the blankets up over them and snuggled into Logan's arms.

"Y'know you're adorable when you're clingy." Logan said, then he leaned his head on top of Remus' as he reached over him to flick off the light. Bringing his hand back, he laced his fingers through Remus' hair, gently rubbing his boyfriend's head. "I love you," He whispered, kissing Remus' forehead before laying his own head back, pulling the Duke close and letting sleep finally overwhelm him.

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