#the sound my wrist just made when i rolled it around to stretch

[ourceliumnetwork]

ok note to self: hours+ of drawing 2 days in a row is not your wrists' favorite thing, maybe take this into account when entering the Vision-Inspired Art Fugue State next time

[rafesangelita]

♡ when you’re so wet that rafe keeps slipping out..

warnings: making out, heavy petting, dry humping (not really, it’s pretty messy), finger sucking, cockwarming (?), unprotected sex, praise, teasing, rafe being super pussy drunk, belly bulge, size kink, biting, slight dacryphilia

“fuck, look at those hips..” rafe pulled away from your lips, a string of saliva still connecting you two as he dragged you up and down his lap, his large palms enveloping the soft globes of your ass. with shaky hands, you held onto his shoulders as you rocked on top of him, your panties drenched with your arousal. “need’ you, ray..” you whimpered, “please.” rafe pressed a trail of sloppy kisses across your collarbone, his tongue licking a stripe up the column of your throat as your eyes fluttered shut.

he navigated your body like it was the back of his hand, his skillful touch turning you into putty. rafe could feel your heat through his boxers, the soaked fabric making him groan as his hardened cock strained against the material. “i’ll give it you, baby, don’t worry,” he landed a harsh smack to your ass, ripping a yelp from your lips, “wet those fingers for me.” rafe could only imagine how slippery your cunt would feel swallowing him whole, your slick alone already making you glide easily on top of the layers separating you two from full penetration.

giggling softly, rafe watched as your hand disappeared underneath the waistband of your panties, his breath hitching once you held up your fingers, a pool of your sticky succulence glistening underneath the dim light. knowing that he was the one to make you like this made him twitch with need, his hand wrapping around your wrist as he brought your digits to his mouth. with a baited breath, you gasped softly when he took your juices on his tongue, the man in front of you moaning at the taste.

no matter how many times rafe found his head between your thighs, he could never get used to how intoxicating you were, all of his senses and primal instincts honing in on fucking you stupid. without wasting another second, rafe was quick to take himself out of his boxers, a hiss leaving his lips as his length smacked against your tummy. peeling back the lace material of your underwear, he slid them down your legs until he caught sight of the absolute mess between your thighs.

laying you down on your back, rafe brought your knees up to your chest, using one hand to press on your lower abdomen and the other to guide himself between your folds. he was so hard, he had to use his thumb to keep the tip of his cock down so he could enter your needy cunt. he marveled at the size difference, the head of his length stopping just below your belly button. “fuck, i’m gonna wreck you..” he trailed off, toying with your clit before slipping inside, filling you up inch by inch until you were crying out in both pleasure and pain.

with the hand that he had on your stomach, he guided your own over the budge in your tummy, your eyes widening slightly as he started thrusting into you at a steady pace. “you feel that? ‘feel the way my cock fills you up to the fucking brim?” your eyes rolled back at the same time you whined out a ‘f-fuck, yes!’ into your palm. your walls stretched deliciously around the the welcomed intrusion that was his length, your pussy clenching around him for all that he had. the sounds falling from your lips were nothing short of pornographic, the moans and choked sobs only pushing rafe closer to the edge.

he sped up until his skin was slapping against your own, your back arching off of the bed when he slipped out and stroked your clit with the underside of his cock. you shrieked at the sensation, your legs trembling in sensitivity. “too much..” you shook your head, bringing your legs down to wrap around his waist instead. rafe groaned, your slick dripping down his length as he tapped your glossy folds. “you’re so fucking wet, i’m slipping right out,” he grunted, “this is what i do to you, ‘pretty girl?” he leaned down, nipping the sensitive part of your neck.

he kept himself nestled inside of you for a few moments, letting you revel in being so utterly full. you gave him an approving hum, your nails digging into his skin as he bit you softly across your collarbone. starting up his thrusts again, he slipped out as soon as he picked up the pace, the action making him curse under his breath. your eyes watered in frustration, your bottom lip pulled tightly between your teeth. rafe saw your tears, the sight shooting straight to his cock. he loved seeing how delirious he made you, his chest filling up with pride as you looked up at him with that fucked-out gaze.

soon after he continued, your high was hitting you in intense waves, the coil in the pit of your stomach snapping in two as rafe watched your eyebrows knit together, the added mess between your thighs only making his hips stutter with his own climax painting your walls. “rafe!” you screamed in his ear, his thumb slipping between your lips for you to bite down on while he twitched and convulsed inside of you. a shiver ran down his back as he caged you tightly between his arms, his seed spilling out of you as you both went through the aftershocks of your orgasms.

once you were okay, rafe pressed a kiss to your lips, stroking the side of your face before rolling over to your side. “what’s your ring size?” he sighed, pulling you against his chest. you laughed softly, slightly confused at the words that left his mouth. “why?” rafe’s chest was rising and falling as he glanced down at you, meeting your eyes. “are you kidding me? i need to lock this pussy down. like tonight.”

[madaqueue]

EPISODE 3: A TASTE OF HONEY IN DEFEAT

satoru thought he would have no problem winning a bet he proposed, but a month is too long to go without a taste of anything this sweet.

themes/content: smut. edging, handjobs, mean-ish dom!reader, satoru being whiney lmao, premature ejaculation + he cums inside, light bondage (satoru receiving). (wk: 2.1k)

a/n: this is part of @luv-lies no-nut-november collab!!! so excited to have been a part of this, hope you all enjoy >:3

“You know I trust you, but don’t you think the ropes are a bit much?” Satoru giggles as you tighten the final knot around his wrists, shoulders bulging and arms stretched overhead.

“I know you trust me - it’s you I’m worried about, ‘Toru.”

“What, worried I won’t be able to keep my hands off you?” The smirk painting his features veers into a grimace as he winces, straining against the tightening rope.

“No. I’m worried you won’t be able to keep your hands off yourself.”

Pink lips draw into a pout. “Aw c’mon, you know I’ll be good! I’m the one who made this bet in the first place, remember?”

You hum as you tug his hands down, testing the strength of the woven cerulean adorning his skin. The headboard shakes with the movement.

“And yet, you were so willing to break the rules.”

It had been quite a sight, truly - your dear Satoru, splayed across the bed, whimpers and moans falling from his lips like honeyed rain. They landed heavy in your ears, sticky and sweet. When the door creaked open, he made no effort to stop the fervent motions of his fist up and down his cock. He was flushed from head to toe, too lost in his own pleasure to recognize the sound of your footsteps approaching. It was only when your hand rested atop his that he jerked up, clouded eyes turning apologetic.

“I know I wasn’t supposed to, I know, I just couldn’t wait-” he had babbled.

“It’s okay,” you purred, rubbing soothing circles into his skin. “But you knew the deal, remember? I’m the only one allowed to touch you this month, right, Satoru?”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry-”

“And how close you were to cumming, too.”

“I wasn’t going to, I swear-”

You hummed and squeezed his base, earning a gasp. “You know it’s not good to lie, either. Remember, you made this bet, sweetheart. Were you really so willing to throw it all away? To lose?”

“I wasn’t going to lose, I promise, I just needed something-”

He was getting worked up, panicked thoughts racing through his mind. He braced on his forearms to sit up, but with a purposeful push you guided him back onto the sheets.

“It’s okay, my love. If my poor baby is so needy, I’ll take care of you. I’ll give you something.”

His eyes widened when you pulled the ropes from under the bed, eyeing him like your next meal, a starving predator ready to pounce. And here was your prey, so ready for the taking, offering himself to you as a good piece of meat should.

And now, he’s tied up like one, too.

“I wasn’t even going to break the rules,” he whines impatiently.

Sitting back, you admire your work: your strong, determined Satoru spread and waiting. Trailing a finger down his stomach, his skin burns hot in its wake.

“That’s certainly not what it looked like to me.”

“I-”

“Because to me, it looked like you couldn’t handle going even a month without touching this needy little cock of yours.”

He pouts. “I’m not little,” he huffs.

A giggle bubbles from the back of your throat, bouncing past your lips.

“And besides, I can handle it, I swear! I made it almost the whole month, I did, I just-”

Tilting your head, you gaze down at him. “What, got too desperate? Poor Satoru, ‘The Strongest,’ couldn’t even follow the rules of a bet he made?”

Blue flashes against white as he rolls his eyes. One hand ruffles his hair, cooing down at him.

“It’s okay, baby, I’ll make you beg to break this silly little bet of yours.”

“Whatever,” he scoffs, hiding the way pink creeps up his neck and decorates his cheeks, stained like flower petals. He’s soft like them, too.

A light chuckle lands in the air when your palm grazes up his length. He twitches in your hold, warm skin on warm skin.

“H-hah, see?” His mouth hangs open between the words. “Told you I could handle it.”

It’s gentle touches at first, to ease him into it: slow strokes, light fingers. And yet, he’s still wrapping his throat around whimpers.

“Aw baby, I haven’t even done anything yet.”

Your lips curl into a smile, breath hot behind them. The words come out syrupy, dripping in sugar (and Satoru has always had a sweet tooth). His stomach aches in hunger - hunger for your hands, your body, your control. Whatever you plan to do to him, he’ll swallow it whole, bigger and bigger bites until his cheeks swell and all he can taste is you.

The grip around his base tightens, running up and down. Something about your skin is so much softer than his, untainted by the cruelty he lives through, only dirtied by desire. It spreads over his skin, glistening white and sticky.

When whines begin to twist through the silence, his eyelashes fluttering to bat away the impending tears, he doesn’t have to say it - he’s close.

Just as his muscles begin to tense, you rip your hand away.

There’s a choked little cry he lets out, hurt like an animal you spared from death. One that was ready for it, for the warmth and comfort it provided.

“Why’d you stop?” His voice is strained already, a high-pitched draw across his vocal cords. His eyes are sparkling and wet.

A peck to his cheek sends shivers down his spine. “Because you’re not supposed to finish, remember, silly? I’m just helping you hold up your end of the bet, after all.”

A sound like untuned violins, haunting and beautiful all the same, plays from his throat. You giggle at the music.

“C’mon, Toru - you wanted this, remember?”

“I know,” he grumbles, scrunching his nose. “Fine, fine, do whatever you want.”

You smile.

(You would have anyways)

Your gaze falls upon the aquamarine rope, the matching eyes, before trailing back down his steadying chest.

It stutters when your fingers trace up the veins of his cock.

It heaves when you cup a palm around his balls.

You squeeze.

“F-fuck,” he groans, hips lifting off the bed.

There’s a word living at the tip of his tongue, its shape burning into his mouth.

Harder.

Luckily, you know your Satoru - you know what he thinks, feels, wants. And as a lover should, you happily oblige.

The sound he makes is garbled and choked, utter nonsense. It came straight from the depths of his body, a pure animalistic response, one he couldn’t have controlled if he tried.

Already, he’s beginning to tremble in your palm - it’s getting easier to do this, make him shake like a lost leaf floating through the autumn air, held captive by the gusts of your wind. Up and down, he travels with you, because of you.

Again, you pull your hand away.

Again, he whines.

“Noooo,” he mumbles, more to himself than anything. It was automatic, the expression of displeasure, ripped from him with the loss of your warmth on his.

“What’s wrong baby? You want me to stop?” It’s more fun when he has an out, when he could say no and chooses not to. When he wants this just as badly as you. “You know you-”

“No.” It's more breath than sound. “No, please. Keep going.”

And as a lover should, you happily oblige.

Precum drips down his length, covering him in remnants of desire. They cling to his skin like silky webs, woven from devotion and need. Each slick pump of your hand up and down creates more and more and more, a beautiful pearl at his slit forming one moment only to be spread by your circling thumb in the next.

Each time you reach his base, you squeeze. Each time you reach his tip, you twist. In this dance you both twirl and breathe and feel in beat, holding on to one another with sweaty hands and tired muscles.

“Remember, you can give up whenever you want,” you coo, the sweet glue of a trap.

But Satoru doesn’t dare taste, doesn’t dare step inside - he knows better.

(Right?)

“I’m not - fuck - giving up.” He tries to throw you a smile, but it lands at your feet.

Fists clench into each other, nails digging into his palms. You almost feel bad, the way he’s beginning to writhe within the ropes. It must hurt, you think, the texture soft but never soft enough - it’s nothing compared to you. In spite of his anguish, he knows better than to give up this easily. You haven’t even really begun, not yet.

When his eyelashes flutter closed, you know to pull your hand away.

He’s getting more subtle, the only sign of his impending pleasure a soft flicker of white and blue. But you recognize it, of course - his pleasure lives everywhere in him. In the way his breath catches, in the way his skin burns hot, in the way he gets all too loud or all too quiet.

There’s barely a sound this time. Instead, he just frowns, displeasure spreading across his sweet features. His lower lip sticks out, and he stares at you with cloudy eyes.

“I know, baby, I know. But this is what it takes if you want to win.”

The words don’t ease the growing ache in his core, but your voice does. Every vowel blurs the pain, every consonant gives him something to cling to. He’ll climb himself out of insanity on your breath.

Again, you wrap around him and drag him closer to the edge. Unable to pull his gaze away, he stares down it, looming, waiting. The free fall must feel nice, the wind against his skin, for a moment before he hits the ground. But with a firm hand on the back of his head, you just hold him there. It’ll be his choice whether he decides to jump. Or rather, when he decides to jump.

Another choked groan leaks from his lips when you pause. There are no words left for him to say, nothing but the agony of desire. He shakes his head, squeezing his eyes shut as if it’ll make the leap any less tempting.

Hushed whispers, not quite praise, tingle his mind. Little hums of “I know,” or “there, there,” dance from your throat, and he writhes.

Distress always looked so pretty on him. Pretty tears, pretty red cheeks, pretty pouts and pretty cries. Perhaps it’s a curse that he looks like a fallen angel when he weeps - if he looked more grotesque, you wouldn’t feel the urge to bring him back into the jaws of pain.

But he lets you comfort him nonetheless, preen his wings and kiss his tears.

This time, when you stop, he thrashes. His skin burns, crisp like it had been warmed by the sun for too long. Everything is too tight, his hands, his arms, his shoulders, his stomach. They need to be loosened; they need to be released.

“Please.”

It’s so quiet, it’s almost not a word, just little sounds from his tongue.

“What was that, baby? I couldn’t quite hear you.”

Tears stream from glossy eyes when he looks at you. His lips quiver as he speaks.

“Please, I wanna cum. Please.”

The smile spreading across your face is cold and knowing; he looks beautiful as he falls.

“I know you want to, but-”

“I lose.” He’s panting, gasping through the plea. “I lose, I give up, I don’t care, just, please.”

Hot tears melt beneath your thumb as you swipe them away. His mouth hangs open, as though he could swallow the air, hold it inside him and let that ease the aching. But the only thing that can help him now is you, the only thing he can stomach.

“Okay, baby. I’ll take care of you.”

A loose smile flows across his face, easy like gentle waves lapping at the corners of his thoughts. The sentence itself barely makes sense to him at this point, garbled in his lust-clouded mind. But he knows you’ll help him now; he welcomes the push over the edge.

Straddling his lap, you guide him to your entrance. Sticky and hot, he presses into you. Just as his tip enters your warmth, he hurls himself into the wind.

Everything in his body trembles, muscles tightening and contracting out of time. Eyelashes flutter, whimpers dance like petals as he comes undone.

The only thing he can do is twitch inside of you, pearly strings pulsing with each erratic breath.

Finally, he opens his eyes to find you smiling. Warm lips press along his cheeks, dried tears salty on your tongue.

“Well, you certainly lost this time,” you hum, resting your forehead against his; he looks at you like you created the earth itself, your breath in the wind and your heartbeat in the sun. “But there’s always next year, right?”

[ivyues]

Early Bird - Lee Know

While you're still tangled in the sheets, Lee Know fills the kitchen with quite affection.

The soft morning light seeped through your curtains, gently pulling you from sleep. You stretched lazily, reaching out towards the other side of the bed, only to find it empty. A groggy frown tugged at your lips as your fingers brushed over cool sheets. He was gone.  

It took you a moment to fully wake up, but then the faint clatter of pans reached your ears. You sat up, blinking in confusion before realization dawned. Lee Know. Of course, your boyfriend was in the kitchen.  

Dragging yourself out of bed, you shuffled towards the source of the noise. The smell of something delicious hit you before you even reached the doorway. You paused there for a moment, leaning against the frame and watching.  

There he was, in your kitchen, wearing one of your aprons – tied a little too snugly around his waist – his hair still slightly damp from the shower. He moved with a natural ease, flipping something in a pan while humming quietly to himself.  

The sight made your heart ache in the best way.  

Unable to resist, you crossed the small space between you and wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, pressing your cheek against his back. He jumped slightly at the sudden contact, then relaxed, chuckling softly.  

“Morning,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “Finally decided to join the land of the living, huh?”  

You hummed sleepily, holding him a little tighter while rubbing your head against his back. “Didn’t want to wake up without you.”  

He glanced back at you, raising a brow. “So dramatic this early in the morning?”  

“Can’t help it,” you mumbled, peeking over his shoulder at the pan. “What are you making? Let me help—”  

“Absolutely not”, he interrupted, gently prying your arms away and turning to face you. His smirk was infuriatingly charming.  

“What? Why not?” you protested, frowning at him.  

“Because,” he said, crossing his arms, “the last time you tried to ‘help’, you burned yourself and almost set the whole kitchen on fire. I’m not letting you near that stove again.”  

“That was one time!”  

“One time too many,” he shot back, turning you around and guiding you towards the couch with an easy push. “Go sit.”  

You pouted as you flopped down onto the couch, but he ignored you, returning to the stove with a satisfied grin.

From your spot, you could see him moving gracefully around your kitchen, his every movement precise and confident. The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on his face as he hummed quietly in the kitchen, a peaceful smile tugging at his lips. He didn’t belong here, but somehow, it felt like he did.  

He glanced over his shoulder, catching you watching him. “Don’t give me that look,” he said, his tone dripping with amusement.  

“What look?”  

“The one that says you’re expecting me to feed you like one of my cats,” he teased, shaking his head.  

You laughed. “Well, am I wrong?”  

“Maybe not,” he admitted, flipping whatever was in the pan with a practiced flick of his wrist. “Whenever I start making food, they come running, wide-eyed and acting all innocent, like ‘Oh, what are you cooking there for me?’" he said mimicking their wide-eyed expressions with exaggerated innocence. "Sounds familiar?” 

“Hey!” you protested, but the warmth in his voice made it impossible to be mad.  

Finally, he brought over a plate and set it in front of you, sitting beside you. His smirk softened into something more tender as he nudged your knee. “Seriously, though,” he said, “just let me take care of you, okay? You’re cute when you’re sleepy and useless.”  

You rolled your eyes, but your heart swelled as you took a bite of the food he’d made. It was delicious, but nothing could compare to the man sitting beside you, his teasing smile melting into an affectionate gaze. 

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[lady-lauren]

❥ KENTO NANAMI X FEM!READER

❥ WORD COUNT: 1.6k

❥ WARNINGS/TAGS: breeding, talk of pregnancy (but no actual babies here), power dynamics (boss/assistant), age gap, praise, wrists bound with tie, creampie, Nanami is sweet but mean always, use of "good girl", reader is really subby and so am I

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“So this is what you feel like, hm?” 

Nodding against the mess of his desk, you coo, all bubbly and sweet as your nails grip into his tie around your wrists. Nanami runs a hand down your spine, eyes unfiltered by his glasses as he marvels at how you shiver and react to his touch. 

Just the tip of his fat cock is popped inside you, snugly wrapped by the first ring of muscle he’s yet to bully past.

Even as your thighs clench and pussy drools, you stay still, quiet, just like he told you to.

So well mannered.

Would you be this sweet if he fucked you as deviantly as he desires? Would you bat your long lashes and say please every time he demands to fuck you? He’s certain you would—so willing to please and be pleased.

Soft skin and even smoother voice, like a housecat curling around his legs every time you come near. Shy but keen, claws ready for anyone but your owner.

Over the course of a few months, Nanami has boiled down to a singular purpose—to breed his perfect assistant and fill her needy cunt with his seed.

Pussy lips bulge around him as he pushes into you raw. You hiccup at the intrusion, ass arching to accommodate the stretch of him. Desire claws inside his chest and begs to force himself into you, and for once, he listens to the beast.

Jerking your bound wrists, he spears into you while pulling you back, bouncing your cheeks against his pelvis and making you whine behind clenched teeth. 

He uses you for leverage, not bothering to cant his hips when he can simply tug you back and forth along the length of him.

“This wasn’t my intention, sweetheart,” he admits with a deep grunt, “but you’re just such a good girl, aren’t you? I can’t help myself.” 

For weeks he’s imagined you like this, even pictured tucking you under his desk and shoving his cock so far past your sweet lips that he can see himself in your throat. But spilling his cum on your tongue would be such a waste—your body was made for breeding. Doughy in all the right spots, with tits begging to be filled with milk.

A strong hand grabs the curve of your ass and pulls, thumb lifting the soft fat so he can watch how your cunt sucks around his cock. So greedy.

“No more panties, ever,” Nanami groans as his cockhead thrums against the sponginess of your walls. 

“Of–of course, sir.” 

“No more sirs, either. Wanna hear my name in your mouth.” 

He grins at how the first consonant of his name gets stuck in your throat as he fucks into you, a blubbering stutter of k-k-ken~ blended into hushed moans. 

The sky is dark but he knows a few workaholics are still roaming the office. They don’t deserve to hear your melodic sounds. They’ll know your his by the way his cum will leak past the hem of your skirt, smear against your thighs.

Nanami leverages you up, fingers mean against your trapped wrists as he slams your back to his chest. The angle has his cock digging into one of your softest spots.

He bends to run his nose along the length of your neck, tongue licking at the remnants of your too familiar perfume. Over your shoulder he watches how your tits bounce with every plunge of his cock into you, free and unbound, nipples just the hue he imagined. He grabs your breast and rolls your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, groaning when you flutter from the shock of pleasure. 

So young and pliant. 

“You know what your next assignment is, sweetheart?” 

His hand smoothes down to the bottom of your tit, gripping the fat up into his palm so he can squeeze. 

You coo at his actions, bucking down onto his cock. Your cunt squelches as your slick soaks into the blonde curls at his base.

“Answer me.” 

His palm trails down past your ribs, pawing at your stomach. He presses hard, knocking air from your lungs as he catches how his cock thumps, thumps, thumps in your guts.

Your head tosses back against his chest, neck craning as you look for him with watery eyes. Mascara dripping down your cheeks, lips swollen from the kisses he took from you when you came to offer your help with his overtime work. 

“T–to be your fucktoy?” you answer with a breathy, hopeful gasp.

“Even better,” he feels like a sick fuck when the words rolls of his tongue, “to have my babies.”

The way you squirm and mewl in his hold tells him everything he needs to know. 

“Yeah? You like the idea of an older man filling you until you swell with a baby?” 

“Yes, ah, Kento, yes.”

So, so well mannered. You know how much it pisses him off if you don’t use your words. 

He drags your wrists farther back, making your body arch until your knees tremble and your darling high heels scrape against the floor. His hand moves down, cupping the front of your pussy so his fingers can smear along the edges of where he spreads you. 

Nanami ensures that the back of his hand keeps the sharp edge of his desk from pressing into your sensitive body. 

“Tell me exactly what you want.” 

He watches how you try to think, eyebrows pulling together as you attempt to focus on anything other than the sweltering heat he’s stirring with every fast, harsh push of his aching dick into your cunt. 

“Want to feel you cum in me,” you mumble quickly, words splashed together, “over and over again.”

A thick finger pushes against your clit, just barely, teasing enough to make your tummy tighten and thighs shake.

“Hm,” he groans with a smile against your throat as the most pleasant idea comes to mind. “You want me to start taking you home? Let me mount you in my bed to make sure the seed takes?” 

The sound you make is salacious and strained, like you’re trying so hard to be a good girl and not scream. 

“Keep me,” you plead oh so sweetly. Like that was ever out of the question. 

Nanami hooks his fingers harder between the threads of his tie, tangling his fingers with yours behind your back. A small moment of grounding you, reassuring you, before he shoves you so roughly back down to his desk that papers and pens clatter to the floor.

Hoisting your hips to meet his, he puts the hand on your cunt to work, rubbing two experienced fingers over your swollen clit. 

He leans over your body for a better angle, even hikes one knee onto his desk so he can pound you into it. 

“Need you to milk my fucking cock, understand?” His breath fans over the back of your neck and he notices how you’ve bitten your cheek between your teeth. 

You’re such a mess, naked and trembling over your boss’s desk, pussy squishing with every intense bully of his cock into your gummy, abused hole.

“I understand,” you practically choke on your words, “ ‘m so close, K–Kento, promise.”

His lips suck against the back of your shoulder, sharp teeth grinning like a madman. 

He hired you after you told him you never, ever make promises you can’t keep. You’d always be honest, never lie if you felt you couldn’t get the work done. 

“You promise to take my babies, sweetheart? Promise you’ll let me get you pregnant?” 

The picture of you ripe with his baby, hand over your swollen tummy as you bustle around the office, in his house, is too clear. Too inebriating. 

“I sw–swear.” 

“That’s my good girl.” 

You deserve a reward, perhaps even a raise.

Nanami turns all his focus to how heavy his balls feel and how puffy your poor clit is. He becomes an efficient machine, barreling into you systematically as his fingers swirl in tight, purposeful circles. 

Slick is drooling through his knuckles, messing all over the planner on his desk. He has the quick thought of how he will have to start filling his calendar with the days you’re ovulating. How delightful. 

“Please, please, please,” you try to keep your whines smothered by the lacquered wood.

“You don’t have to beg. I’ll give you anything you want, sweet girl.” 

And he does just that, building enough heat in your tummy to make you start convulsing. Your orgasm is the tightest suck he’s ever felt, all desperate and hot and rhythmic like your body took his words to heart and intends to milk him dry. 

Finally he comes undone, loading your body with continuous spurts of syrupy cum. He can feel cum pooling in your snug cavern, squishing against his cock every time your cunt pulses with your bliss. 

He stays still, his weight shamefully falling onto your back and trapping you beneath him. Your heartbeat echoes against his desk. Molten cum bursts from where his cock is still lodged within you, like pasty watercolor smearing across skin. 

Straightening his tired back, he groans and peels himself from your spent body. Before he can pull his hips back, your tied hands start reaching desperately for him, smacking against his thigh. 

Fine. He can keep you plugged up with cum as long as you want. 

“Thank you,” you exhale with the remnants of your pleasure. 

So well mannered. You’ll make the perfect mommy. 

[girlkisser13]

size kink with jason todd

pairings: jason todd x fem!reader

warnings/tags: smut (18+), size kink, unprotected sex (practice safe sex guys), degradation/dumbification, multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, creampie

divider by @plutism

he’d be lying if he said that his self control was still at it’s peak. jason had been teasing you for ages now, watching the way your pretty cunt clenched around nothing every time he drew his fingers away.

“jason,” you choked out another mewl, desperate fingers scrabbling for him. “please, please. i need you!”

a gentle hand brushes away the tears that had collected at the edge of your vision as jason’s beautiful eyes fill your gaze. a color so blue that it looked like someone had captured the brilliance of lightning flashing within his eyes.

“you look so pretty like this,” he hums, a smile gracing his lips when he sees your eyes roll back. “all desperate for my cock huh? what happened to the shy little maiden back then?”

she was gone, long corrupted by him. not that he was complaining.

he leans back between your spread legs, eyeing your exposed folds with a sort of hunger that had you trembling. “look at you,” he sighs, stroking his cock at the intoxicating sight before him. “all spread out for me to enjoy. it’d be a shame if i left you hanging like this wouldn’t it?”

“no!” your reaction was instant, a sharp pitiful noise of desperation at the thought of him leaving you hanging.

“just kidding.” he grabs your thighs to drag you closer to him. “since you asked so nicely hmm?”

there is an audible sound of pleasure torn from the both of you when he finally teases the head of his cock against your dripping slit.

yet, the thrumming anticipation is accompanied by the familiar sense of fear that flashes in you when you glimpse the sheer girth and length that has your eyes tensing shut.

no matter how many times jason had fucked you, his size still had your nerves jangling uncomfortably.

sensing your anxiety, his large hands shift from your cheek to cup your face as he leans down to plant a sweet kiss on your parted lips, briefly savouring the sugary sweetness that came with the kiss.

“relax baby,” he hushes, but there is a visible sight of feral excitement that lines his smile at the thought of sinking himself into your tight heat.

you can’t help but squeal when he buries himself into your spasming cunt, your sensitive walls fluttering over every ridge and vein of his cock that has him groaning.

“cumming already?” he asks, as if he couldn’t see your cute cunt creaming around his length. you can feel the laugh that rumbles through his broad chest.

too embarassed to reply, you nod, fingers finding their way to close around his wrists.

“you’re taking me so well” jason coos, one finger reaching to roll your puffy clit, earning him a shuddered jolt through your body.

he pins you down with ease, barely exerting any effort at all. “good girl, taking my cock so well, guess this pussy was really made for me right? maybe i don’t even have to play with your clit anymore, you’re going to squirt like a little whore for me anyway.”

grunting, jason buries himself deeper, thighs trembling at the feeling of your pussy tightening around him. you sniffle at the stretch but make no move to stop him from rocking further until his entire length is buried inside of your tight hole.

the feeling of being stuffed draws a sharp gasp out of you, your back arching, putting your tits on full display. when you catch sight of jason, his eyes are blown wide, pupils so blue that you could get lost in them.

you’re nearly half delirious at the feeling of his warmth sheathed inside of you, barely able to keep your eyes open when jason starts to move.

he weighs you down and humps your tender cunt, making sure to hit your sensitive clit every time his hips meet yours over the obscene sound of his balls slapping your ass.

you can feel your orgasm rising each time he pushes forward, the pain of his cock knocking against your cervix blends seamlessly with the pleasure when he rubs against your sweet spot.

“does it feel good baby?” he huffs in your ear.

“it feels so good, jay!” you nod, “please, give me more!”

he feels you getting wetter and wetter, knowing the way your tight little body trembles when you’re reaching your orgasm.

“jason,” you gasp, tears clinging to your lashes when you reach your climax. your fingernails dig crescent moons into his skin. he grins at your face, morphed into a completely lewd painting of euphoric pleasure.

“you came so fast,” he pants, quickening his pace. “what about me?”

“i’m sensitive,” you try to stop him with a pathetic whine, small hands pushing against his chiselled chest so weakly that he laughs at your efforts.

“stay still baby,” he groans when he feels your cunt clamp down around him again. you would be the death of him one day. “i’m going to ruin this pretty pussy of yours.”

who are you to deny him? you finally lay back against the pillows, letting him fuck you like he wants to as he presses your knees against your chest to assault your poor cunt as you gush everywhere, making a mess on the bed.

jason has a perfect view of your cunt, the sight of your small figure underneath him and the way your hole is stretched to accomodate around his cock only spurs him on.

you are so cute this way. letting him stretch you past your usual limit, your tits bounce with each thrust and jason can’t resist placing one of your tits in his palm, relishing the softness of them in his touch.

he can feel the plush resistance when he jackhammers into you, forcing another orgasm out of you until you’re reduced to a babbling mess with your tongue hanging out of your mouth and your eyes rolled back in that adorable expression he absolutely loves.

“f-fuck.” he feels his own coil of pleasure snapping in him as he succumbs to his own orgasm at the way your gummy walls clamp down around his throbbing cock. “you’re gonna take every drop of my cum in your pussy,” he growls, refusing to pull out until he sees you nod weakly.

“good girl.” he groans, finally satisfied of his own high before leaning down to occupy the space beside you.

[st7rnioioss]

TUTOR!MATT x BRATTY!READER

˚𝜗𝜚 warnings... smut, p in v, use of pet names (good boy, baby), unprotected sex (nuhh uuuhh), kissing, sub!matt, softdom!reader

thinking about bratty!reader taking tutor!matt's virginity...

he had been sooo nervous when he first implied having sex, too scared to both tell you he was a virgin and even get past kissing... and grinding. he felt embarrassed to admit it, to tell you. not that it was you, but because he’d, well.. never been with anyone?

yet, here he was on top of you, his eyes squeezed shut while he messily but firmly rutted his hips into yours, broken whimpers falling shamelessly from his parted lips while clutching for the sheets with both hands, his knuckles turning white.

“f-fuck.. you feel so good,” he mumbled into your ear, feeling you suck him in, his cock snugly sheathed inside of you. it was like nothing he’d ever experienced.

you were tangling your fingers through his hair, your other hand resting on his shoulder while he continued his erratic thrusts, his dick prodding at your sweet spot with every push.

“you’re doing so good matt.. so good, don’t worry baby,” you cooed at his repeated high-pitched whimpers and moans of your name, leaving a trail of kisses down the side of his face.

he was so close to your face when you leaned back to rest the back of your head against the pillow, letting your moans and pants melt together with his, his nose and lips nearly brushing against yours every time he managed to plunge his dick inside of you, eliciting a breathy moan from the both of you.

your back was arched, looking up at matt’s shut eyes and flushed cheeks, a couple strands of hair sticking to his forehead.

his glasses were askew, messily being pushing back up every now and then, the action making you clench around him. there was just something about it you like but couldn’t pinpoint. to help, you reached to push his glasses back up the bridge of his nose before they managed to slip back down.

“ah- fuck, you’re so beautiful.. mphhh-“ his thrusts went sloppy, feeling heat pool in his lower stomach when his eyes drifted open to look down at you, taking his bottom lip between his teeth.

your brows were knotted up into pleasure, feeling his cock stretch you open with every roll of his hips, emitting wet sounds from your soaked hole.

“yeah? y-you’re doing perfect.. such a good boy, fucking me so nice..” oh, you were out to kill him. the pet name caused his hips to stutter against yours, a guttural moan being ripped from the back of his throat when his teeth lost grasp of his lip, his hand letting go of the sheets once more to push his glasses back up.

you broke a dazed smile, clearly feeling proud from the reaction you managed to get out of him from just a few simple words, taking a few mental notes of it.

“o-oh my god..” he whimpered, his fingers clutching for the sheets next to your head before you slipped your fingers around his wrist.

“t-touch me, matt.. don’t be shy, it’s okay,” heat spread under his skin at the thought alone, letting you guide his hand to your chest.

languidly, he cupped and massaged your breast in his palm, unintentionally letting his finger brush over your hardened nipple, making a whine of his name fall from your lips.

his head was a mess, too consumed by the sight of you under him, your sweet noises of pleasure and his name, letting him know he was doing a good job. by now, his glasses were only resting on the tip of his nose, barely hooked over his ear.

almost as if your words made a surge of confidence run through his veins, his hand left your breast to attach his fingers to your clit instead, making your skin break into goosebumps, your breath hitching.

he quickly attached his lips to yours in a somewhat messy and sloppy kiss, your tongues fighting for dominance, which you won. of course.

“fuck, i think- think i'm gonna come,” matt whimpers into your mouth when you clenched around him, another guttural groan being pulled from the very center of his chest, his thrusts halting their pace into your dripping cunt, “p-please tell me.. i-i’m a good boy,”

he has his eyes on yours, your expression that only pictured pure bliss making his dick throb, while you nodded slowly, his words making your pussy squeeze around him, “g-go ahead.. you’ve done so well- sss.. such a good boy,”

matt’s whines harmonized with yours when he came suddenly, a wave of heat spreading under his skin when his hips stilled with a final thrust, spurts of his hot cum painting your insides white and sticky.

your own orgasm aligned with his, and he only groaned louder when your wet walls clamped around him like a vice. you were milking him completely dry, leaving him spent and panting.

“th.. that wasn’t so bad..?” he murmured with red-hot cheeks, his forehead glistening with a sheen of sweat, before he slowly pulled out, slumping down onto you.

you chuckled lightly, shaking your head no while carefully slipping his glasses off his nose, the action making him smile dazedly, “not bad at all. you did very well..”

your voice was sweet like honey, admiring his face, even without the frames resting atop of his nose. deciding to tease him just a little, wanting to see him go all flustered again, you spoke up.

“very well, like the good boy you are,”

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[covenofagatha]

A different kind of workout

Based on this brainworm (thank you worm anon)

Or: Agatha gets off to your voice while you're working out

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: g!p Agatha, desperate and horny and pervert Agatha, mentions of squirting, masturbation, daddy kink, light objectification, humping, voyeurism, praise kink

When you finally get downstairs after a slow morning, Agatha is already sitting in a barstool at the island in the kitchen. She’s absentmindedly watching something on her phone while spooning yogurt out of a container. 

She looks up when you walk in, rakes her eyes over your gray sweatpants and white tank top, and smirks. Agatha is wearing a pair of navy pants and a green flannel, hair in a loose ponytail. “Morning, honey,” she purrs. “Where are you off to looking so delicious?” 

You look down at your typical workout clothes and raise an eyebrow. “I have a private lesson.” Your job at the gym is only part-time, a way to get some extra cash so Agatha doesn’t have to pay for everything, but having to work on the weekend is unusual. 

“Aw, baby, why not just blow it off?” Agatha pouts dramatically, reaching her hand out to wrap around your wrist and pull you to stand between her legs. She puts her arms around your waist and plants open-mouthed kisses on the bare skin of your chest. You let out a muffled moan and close your eyes, losing yourself in the feeling of her lips on you. “Why not blow me instead?”

“Agatha, I—“ 

“Come on, honey,” she says in a low, seductive voice, and goddammit, it almost works. You feel her cock twitch inside her pants against your upper leg. “I’ll cover the cost. I need you to help me workout.” 

You hum and chuckle, wrapping your arms around her neck, sneaking a look at the clock on the stove over her shoulder. “Oh, yeah?” Agatha nods eagerly, hands sliding down to cup your ass and squeezes. “Well, I hate to break it to you, but I do need to get going. Maybe you should stretch a little so you don’t pull anything when I get back.” 

Agatha snorts at your quip, but reluctantly lets you go so you can grab a protein shake from the fridge. “Fine, fine,” she acquiesces. “Have a good session. Call me when you finish.” 

“Sure thing.” You press a kiss to her temple. “Change the sheets, will you?” 

Last night, things got a little messy when Agatha had made you cum with her fingers, and then with her mouth, and then finally slid her cock into your pussy and angled your hips up and fucked you harder than she had in awhile with her hand around your throat and her mouth on your nipple. 

She had pushed your legs even more wide and up and bit your shoulder and you had squirted everywhere after a particularly rough thrust, absolutely soaking yourself, her, and the bed. But you both had been so exhausted after the vigorous sex that she had pulled you to the other side of the bed, the unsoaked side, and you two quickly fell asleep in each other’s arms. 

“Mm, you don’t want to keep them drenched?” Agatha teases and you roll your eyes playfully and fix her with a stern look. “I’ve got it, baby, go get your session done.” 

Trusting her, you leave and drive the short seven minute drive to the gym. Your client is already there, and you lose yourself for the next hour in training him. He gets a personal best on bench press, so when you call Agatha in the locker room after, you’re giddy and you completely forgot what you asked her to do. 

“It was so good!” you exclaim when she asks you how it went. “It took awhile for him to build up to it, so I didn’t get to get my workout in, but it was so worth it. He booked four more sessions with me and gave me a huge tip for getting him to a PR. Apparently he’s been stuck there for a while.” 

There’s a muffled sound on the other side of the phone and you wonder if she’s even listening to you. But then the noise stops. “That’s awesome, baby, you’re such a good trainer. He’s lucky to have you. Although, you better get your workout in. Got to stay strong for me, hm?” 

You huff, certain she’s up to something, and take off your sweaty tank top, leaving you in a sports bra and sweats. “What do you want me to do?” 

“Better drop and give me as many push-ups as you can,” she says and you can practically hear her smirk through the phone. 

Looking at the floor, you wrinkle your nose. There’s no way you’re getting on the dirty locker room floor, so you take a towel out and lay it on the bench. Elevated push-ups will have to do. “Is that all? Need me to count out loud for you?” 

She hums thoughtfully. “How about…how about you say my name? After each one.” 

Biting back a comment about how transparent she’s being, you get into position, your hands gripping the edge of the bench. “Did you change the sheets yet?” you ask, mentally preparing for the push-ups, possibly your least favorite exercise ever. 

“I’m going right now,” she promises. “Better get on with it. Let’s see who can finish faster.” The innuendo goes straight to your cunt and you have to shake the sinking fog out of your mind before you start. 

Down. Up. “Agatha,” you say. 

Down. Up. “Agatha.” 

Down. Up. “Agatha.” 

You can hear a slight rustling from her end and you keep going. After about fifteen, your voice starts to get breathier, her name on your lips more of a whimper now, and she grunts. 

Freezing, you strain your ears in case she makes another noise. She notices your silence and tsks to get you back on track and you do another push-up, this time, moaning, “Agatha,” as sultrily as you can. She sharply inhales before grunting louder and then her line goes quiet. 

Did she — fuck. Your breathing starts to grow heavy and you do another one, saying her name in the same cadence. She fucking muted herself. Your breathy gasps are getting to her so much that she had to mute herself so you wouldn’t know that she’s most likely stroking her cock to your voice. 

Your arms are on fire now, and so is your pussy, but you keep pushing because she might be getting off to it. “I’m getting closer, I don’t know how much longer I can go for,” you groan weakly, the same way you do when she overstimulates you. 

“— oh, fuck, babygirl.” The words suddenly break through the phone, although sounding far away. Agatha must have accidentally unmuted herself. 

This time, you have to stop and you quickly run to wash your hands and then open the camera app. The two of you have a blink camera set up in your bedroom just in case the two of you are ever in the mood to spice things up and record — it also does wonders for when one of you is away for work — but you can tap into it at any point. 

You put the call on speakerphone and click on the video icon and your jaw drops. 

Agatha is holding the wet sheet, so wet you can see the darkened gray fabric through the screen, up to her nose, and she’s taken her cock out of her pants, just holding it. She thrusts into her fist when she takes in the scent of your wetness that still stains the bed and lets out a guttural moan. You can see her phone tossed to the side of the bed. 

Heat rushes through you and you say her name again, whining it in the husky tone that always drives her absolutely wild, and she pitches forward onto the bed, the hand holding her cock catching herself while she keeps the sheet against her nose. 

“Need you so bad, babygirl,” she mumbles. “Need your hand, need your mouth, your tits — fuck, your cunt.” 

You are so thankful that it’s Saturday morning at the gym and rarely anyone comes this early, because you can’t help but slide a hand into your sweatpants and rest it over your underwear. You’re content to just watch and listen right now, but you can feel yourself rapidly getting wetter. 

She lowers her hips onto the bed, trapping her hard, red, leaking cock between the soiled part of the sheet and her stomach, digs her fingers into the side of the bed, and grinds. “Fuck, daddy needs you,” she babbles and you can’t stop the moan that tears itself out of your throat. 

Agatha has never once brought up wanting to be called daddy, and you’ve never thought about it, but hearing her say it right now in this context — your clit pulses and now you can’t stop thinking about calling her anything else. 

You’d say it out loud right now, partly to help her get off but also because it’s got you turned you on beyond words, but your throat is so dry the title won’t form. 

“Such a good girl for daddy, so fucking hot, you feel so good around my cock,” she babbles, humping her hips faster, fingers scrambling for purchase so she can feel more, but then she stops and you almost whine. 

She glances at her phone, as if to make sure you’re still there, and you swallow roughly. “Fuck, Agatha, I can’t take much more,” you whine, all high-pitched, and you watch her furiously grab your pillow, inhale it, and then shove it between her and the bed. 

This time, you can’t resist sliding your underwear over and pressing two fingers against your clit and your whole body jerks. The relief washes over you and you frantically start to rub it when Agatha bunches up the pillow around her cock and grabs the sheet so roughly that it comes right off the bed. 

“Oh, fuck — you’re daddy’s good girl,” she keens and you slide a finger into yourself, letting out a desperate sigh that you’re not even sure she hears. “Need you so bad, need to use you — fuck, you’re daddy’s perfect cocksleeve, my fucking fleshlight, you take me so well, need you so bad…” 

She moves her legs under her so she’s kneeling and can fuck the pillow — your pillow — even harder and you shove another finger into your cunt and curl them, but it’s not enough. Only Agatha’s cock is enough to fill the gaping ache inside you. 

Her nose is buried in the sheet and you wonder if she can even still smell you on it, but it’s clearly working for her because she sobs out a broken, strangled noise and grinds even faster. You match her thrusts with your own fingers, your palm bumping against your clit each time and you sink your teeth down into your bottom lip so you don’t make a sound.

“Daddy needs you, fuck baby, daddy’s gonna cum all over you,” she pants urgently before pushing herself up and grabbing her cock, stroking it madly, pointing it at your pillow, that is now covered in her precum, and pulls the still-damp sheet over it. She grunts and babbles something completely incomprehensible, and then five long strands of cum spurt out of her cock, her hand moving quickly up and down to pump it all out. Agatha groans loudly and continues fucking her hand and that’s it for you — you cum, your warm walls convulsing around your fingers and your clit spasms against your palm.

You manage to stay quiet, but you almost lose composure when Agatha takes in the absolute mess she just made once she takes her hand off of herself and one last load of cum weakly splatters out onto the pillow as she thrusts into nothing. 

“Fuck,” she says softly, chuckling to herself while glancing at the phone, clearly proud of herself and thinking you’re completely in the dark. 

But you’ve now recovered enough from your intense orgasm and you’re back to your usual bratty self. “So much for changing the sheets, daddy,” you muse and take way too much delight in how she stiffens. She grabs her phone and then looks at the camera, but there’s no missing the way her cock twitches. 

“Did you—” She stops like she’s too embarrassed to finish the question and you nod smugly even though she can’t see you. 

“I did. Why don’t you just leave the sheets for now? No point in changing them when we’re just going to ruin them all over again the second I get home. Right, daddy?” 

She whimpers at the name and nods, grinding her already half-hard against nothing. 

You might just need to throw out the sheets after. 

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{Sevika is a little more sensitive then she lets on and you just love to tease her}

Idk tying her up and eating her out ig?

!!-18//MDNI-!! My Masterlist is here <3

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Sevika was the more dominant one in the relationship, she loved to take control and give— to listen to your breaths become all shaky and to watch your pupils dilate with pure wanton desire because of her because she knew your body like the back of her damn hand, it made her feel a sense of pride, the type she could high on.

And you obviously didn’t complain, not when she was so incredibly attentive to every inch of your body in ways no other person was. In all honesty, you couldn’t even form words to say anything other than her name… over and over and over again.

Your mind would be too focused on the feeling of her strap slowly fucking into your wet cunt, from tip to base, the thickness stretching you out. It was always so mind-numbing, intense— the way her thumbs pushed into the fat of your inner thighs to keep them flushed against the mattress as she thrusts her hips, the bedsheets absolutely soaked.

Sevika got off on watching the way your greedy pussy practically swallowed her cock back in, squelching and gripping around the toy and she swears to death she could feel it. She “fucks you how you deserve” and it never fails to make you see stars— whether it was her fingers, tongue her strap.

And yeah the power trip was pretty dizzying but sometimes Sevika just loved to let her guard down and let you take the reins. I mean a girl likes to be wined and dined… and eaten out every so often, right?

She just wasn’t used to all this pampering you showered her with, it was a foreign concept one that she thought she didn’t really deserve— then you go and prove her wrong with that adoring glint in your eyes and a gentle hand against her cheek. “No baby, you deserve all of it. let me love you.” The words are whispered so gently that it makes her chest flutter and suddenly she doesn’t feel like a big tough criminal, no, just a woman madly, madly in love.

And god did you make her feel like the only woman in the world when you kiss your way down her body, hands caressing over the curves over her body, shedding her clothes until you’ve got your pretty face in between her thick thighs— making her head spin as pleasure takes over every thought that plagues her overworked mind.

“Your mouth is fuckin’ sin, baby.” She practically whines, all breathless, hips writhing against the bed— she can’t touch you, because somehow you’ve managed to convince her to let you tie her up with those red ropes… it was killing her but fuck if she didn’t look absolutely stunning.

You moan against her soaked cunt in acknowledgement, spreading her folds open with your tongue as you slowly lick along her labia and up to her clit, which you pepper with slow opened-mouth kisses— her hips bucking up into your mouth, desperate for more.

“Sev… don’t make me tie your hips down too.” You tut, pulling away to look up at her with a small frown— which causes her to whimper in disappointment—your lips and chin glistening with her desire.

The sound of her frustrated huffs puts a smirk on your face, watching as her head falls back against the pillows with a groan as you press your face back into her wet heat.

Her wrists, both metal and flesh, were bound against the headboard by the rough fabric that was far more durable than they looked— she’s tried to free herself multiple times, to bury her fingers in your hair and fuck your face but it was useless, she was at your mercy and in all honesty she loved it.

“Fucking hell— please baby, please” She pleads, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as you press your tongue flat against her clit, licking at her in a way that makes her body twitch.

It wasn’t like you’d been teasing her for hours, you literally not long slipped her boxers off and yet she was acting like you’d been edging her for the last five hours… and you absolutely loved it, knowing that the only thing on her mind was you and your mouth.

“Mm… you want my fingers, yeah?” You coo softly, looking up at her through your eyelashes to gauge her reaction as you continue to lick at her clit.

God she did, all she could get out was a messy string of “Fuck, yeah baby, please.” blabbering on and on, all whiny and desperate— it was a sight to see, the Sevika the most feared woman in Zaun in all her glory spread out on your bed, tied up, whining and moaning just for you.

Then you’re plunging your middle and ring fingers into her slick cunt, thrusting them in tandem with your tongue on her clit— your free hand rubbing over her thigh and along the shape of her writhing hips. The way she moans out your name shoots a tingle down your spine, a familiar throb of need between your legs has you grinding down against the mattress needily.

Sevika is so sensitive, it doesn’t take you much to turn her on and right now she’s soaking your hand— her walls clenching around your digits as she struggles against the ropes binding her wrists, head thrown back against the pillows, arching into you, practically panting.

“So beautiful Sev with my fingers stuffed in your pussy, so greedy.” You smirk against her, adding your index into her just to prove your point, stretching her out, and the rough, broken moan that escapes her parted lips causes a surge of pride to buzz through your chest.

“Don’t hold back baby, you deserve it.” Whispered hotly against her clit as she follows the slow and meticulous curl of your fingers— practically grinding her pussy against your mouth until she’s gushing around your three fingers, drenching your palm whilst your tongue works against her clit.

You work her through it until she’s lying boneless against the pillows with laboured breaths— completely and utterly spent, shuddering slightly as you pull your digits out.

Sevika watches you press a kiss to her inner thigh, then another to her hip— her eyes never leaving you as you kiss your way back up along her body, straddling her lower abdomen as you lick your fingers clean and she can feel how drenched your panties have become, that gets to her and suddenly she's turned on all again.

“Feeling good?” You ask with such sweetness in your tone as if you hadn't just fingered her, leaning over slightly to undo the ropes around her wrists— she chuckles hoarsely in response.

Her hands immediately grasp your hips, feeling up the curves of your soft body greedily— the roughness of her palm sets a blaze to your skin which is cooled down by the metal of her other, all of it makes your spine tingle with need. “Mm, your turn baby.” She smirks, fingers curling around your jaw as she pulls you down against her, your chest pressed to her own. Her heart flutters at the giggle you let out, sweet like honey as she kisses you sloppily, tasting herself on your lips, before pushing you back against the mattress ready to return the favour tenfold…

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[nottswitch]

⋆౨ৎ you and drummer!mattheo film a sex tape before he goes on tour

nav // aus / drummer!mattheo // more

still obsessed with drummer!mattheo. he would definitely want to have something to jerk off to while he’s away and you can’t join him for some reason

warnings: 18+ mdni, unprotected p in v, slight belly bulge, filming a sex tape, cursing

"fuck, baby– so wet, so fucking wet for me…" mattheo groans, his hard cock sliding up and down through your folds, coating it with your slickness. you whine in response, wiggling your hips in an attempt to finally coax him inside, your hands grabbing at his sides and pushing him closer.

"yeah, baby, i know… just wait a sec, yeah?"

as much as he wants to slip right into you, mattheo finds it in himself to lean to the side and grab his phone from the bedside table. he’s knelt between your spread legs as he quickly opens the camera app, angling it down, towards the place where you bodies will soon be connected. the view through the lens is simply perfect – your trembling naked body on full display, tinted red in the glow of the led lights on the ceiling of his bedroom, his free hand holding you down as his thumb rubs circles on your clit.

"shit, you look good enough to eat," he murmurs, pulling his hand away to grab his cock and give your pussy a couple of wet slaps with his twitching length. the friction makes you squirm, and you impatiently take a hold of his wrist, pulling at it.

"matty, please," you whine, and mattheo can’t hold back anymore. he presses his tip against your entrance and pushes inside, bringing the phone closer to capture the sinful view of your glistening cunt swallowing his cock inch by inch, stretching around his girth like it was made exactly for that.

"so fucking tight, so pretty for me…" mattheo’s voice is hoarse from pleasure, a needy growl escaping him as he bottoms out, the tip resting snugly against your cervix. "gonna miss your perfect pussy, shit–"

your eyes roll back, and you moan loudly as he starts moving his hips in an out, each thrust deep and hard. your walls squeeze him in the best way, both of you unabashedly vocal as his pace picks up.

"love it when you’re dripping for me, baby girl." mattheo’s hand shakes a bit, making the picture on the screen somewhat blurry and out of focus. he steadies it, determined to capture every single moment of your passion, and angles the phone towards your face for a second. he knows he’s going to miss the way your lips part, the way your forehead creases, and your tongue sticks out slightly to wet your drying lips. "fuck, you’re so beautiful…"

the camera returns to your pussy, sucking his cock in so damn well. the slick and slapping sounds of your bodies connecting get effortlessly picked up by the mic, and mattheo already knows he’ll get some great use out of his airpods in the band’s travel bus during the lonely nights.

your shared moans and groans grow louder, mattheo’s hand roaming over your waist and sides, marking every inch of your body with his blunt nails. he flips the phone, lifting his hand up to capture his own body moving along with yours. his toned abs glow neon red, coated with a thin layer of sweat, the tattoo of your name right above his heart clearly standing out against his skin.

"i’m close, baby… so close–"

"yeah? gonna cum for me, pretty? gonna cum on my cock?"

you give a frantic nod, and mattheo brings the phone back down. the screen is now filled with you, your tits bouncing in time with his thrusts that turn faster and harder, his hand firmly gripping your waist. the camera picks up the movements of his cock under the skin of your stomach even in the dimness of the room, and mattheo swears he’s never seen a sight better than that. it almost makes him cum too, but he’s determined for you to go first.

a few moments later, you’re screaming his name as your release momentarily takes you out of this realm. mattheo quickly pulls out and gives his cock a couple of pumps, and it’s all it takes for his sperm to coat your belly in strings. his chest heaves with labored breaths as his length twitches in his hand, not softening just yet. your body sinks into the bed, a blissed out smile lifting up the corners of your lips. you’ll definitely have to ask him to send you the footage later.

[sturnioz]

Bun whining until fb!chris holds her hand while fucking her silly 🫣

(can not get this though out of my head)

chris looms over you, his grip tight on your hips as heavy grunts leave his lips, pounding into you against his bed, his cock spearing deep into your puffy folds and stretching out your walls.

you let out a string of moans and whimpers, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull and back arching as you feel every inch of him fill your guts, drool trickling down your chin as your mouth remains stuck open.

the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by your high-pitched wails as chris pistons in and out of you, his hands tightening their grip on your hips to use as leverage, sending a shiver up your spine.

sweat glistens on chris' skin as he drives himself deeper inside you, hitting your cervix with each stroke, the squelching being made making your cheeks burn, and you whine at how easy it is for him to slide in and out of your pussy due to how wet you feel.

you inner walls squeeze around him, your tits bouncing with each thrust and you gasp when chris leans down to capture your nipple in his mouth, sucking and nipping as he continues to pound into you.

your hands flail helplessly, unsure how to touch chris or yourself in the midst of the overwhelming sensations you're experiencing. but before you can even think, chris pins your wrists beside your head, pressing them firmly against the pillow and sliding his palm against yours, lacing his fingers through your own and gripping tightly as he continues to suck and nibble at your nipple, swirling and flicking his tongue over the sensitive nub.

your whines slowly morph into airy moans, turning breathy and needy as your body arches into his touch, your lashes fluttering against your cheek as you squeeze his hand, unable to keep your eyes open.

"ah... ah... chri—chris..." you mewl quietly, your hips bucking to meet his thrusts. "i can't.. i can't ah.. ah—"

"shhh," chris growls lowly around your nipple, his eyes flitting up to meet your watery ones, the ache between your thighs intensifying as he continues his relentless pace, his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust. "just take it, bun."

divider credits. @issysh3ll

© STURNIOZ

[dollwrites]

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!nanny!reader, married!toji ( rich toji too lmao hot take ), age gap, noncon, dacryphilia, virginity loss, heavy breeding kink, bondage, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 ∣ day twenty-two [ toji fushiguro + breeding ]

you probably should’ve kept your mouth shut. you should’ve bit the bullet and swallowed your pride when Toji said he couldn’t pay you any earlier than Friday for babysitting the kids. no, couldn’t had not been his word of choice. he wouldn’t pay you before Friday. Toji was loaded with cash. you’d never bothered to ask him how he made his living, but you knew that he had plenty and his massive mansion would not be snatched up by the bank if the prick gave you your well earned three hundred and twenty dollars on a Wednesday instead of a Friday.

and you’d told him so.

which had landed you in the position you’re in now.

on a few occasions, Toji or his wife had asked you to tidy up around the house and that included their bedroom. the room was massive and luxurious, with a king size bed in the center of the room. you’d seen plenty of oddities in there— handcuffs here, a flogger there, vibrators in the drawers and even a black, pleather bench with seatbelt-like straps hanging off it in the corner— but you never thought, in all the time you’ve worked for them, that you’d find yourself on your back in nothing but your bra and panties ( which were both pulled askew to expose your breasts and give him access to your core ) against the mattress, with thick, black straps on your ankles that bind them to a long, silver bar. your legs are spread wide for Toji, he has also fastened similar cuffs to each of your wrists to separate notches on the pole. his fist is wrapped around the center of the metal, gripping it tight. he seems to use it as a lever, pulling your entire body to his.

the tears are far from dried on your cheeks, though the majority of the pain from the initial insertion has dissipated, Toji is none too gentle as he ruts into you. your walls flutter about the girth of his manhood as it stretches you to a capacity you’ve never felt before. he was so big, much too big for him to have been your first, and you felt like he was ripping you apart, especially because he had no regard for how deep he was delving into you— each thrust of his hips sent him hilt-deep into a newly devirginized interior. because of this, your face remained twisted into an expression of discomfort, eyes wide with shock.

Toji chuckles through grit teeth, “What’s with the crocodile tears, slut? Wasn’t expecting I’d pop your cherry? Daddy’s cock too big for that itty, bitty belly of yours?” his dark pair coruscate in the dim lighting as his gaze travels over your stomach, pressing his free palm against the lump just below your navel, the size and shape of his cock. you mewl, head rolling about on the mattress, and your teeth sink into your lower lip; the pressure adds to the sensation of being stuffed full. “Ooh, listen to you whine for me,” he croons with faux sympathy, poking out his lower lip. “I’ll bet you’re used to getting exactly what you want with those puppy dog eyes, aren’t you? But, I gotta tell you, baby girl, daddy’s made more girls cry than just you. You really think those little sniffles are gonna work on me? Make me go easier on you?”

his hips grind into yours as he digs as deep as possible without his thick tip bursting through your belly button ( or, at least, that’s what it feels like ), and you cry out, back arching. your fingernails claw at the restraints, arms tensed unable to do much but sting.

“Ah!” it’s more a bestial growl than a sound of pleasure you’d expect anyone to make, his eyes fiery with even more desire at your wriggling. “See, feel that? How your pussy tremors when she’s gripping my cock? You can glare up at me with those cute, puffy eyes and your makeup streaked down your cheeks, but I can tell by the way that little pussy hugs me that you don’t want it gentle. You don’t want me to be nice. You want to be fucked into submission, and daddy’s more than willing to break that bad fuckin’ habit of talking back to me with my cock.”

it was almost impossible to formulate a coherent sentence, batting tears back, but they fall anyways, squirming as if to escape the cocktail of pleasure and pain, and you turn away from him, angling your countenance towards the wall instead. “W—what— what if I t-told your, ah! Your wife about this—“

the most wicked of grins contorts Toji’s lips, and he reaches through the bar and between your arms to grip your face, turning it back to force you to look up at him. “You think she doesn’t know, girl? I’ve only been planning to breed your little body since you started working for us. I just needed a good excuse to break you in, thanks for that.” he pauses, to groan and close his eyes, pace picking up as his hips begin to buck more erratically. “She thinks you’ll make a better baby factory than she ever could, and she’s more than willing to let me keep you here and fuckin’ ruin you until the only thing you want is for me to swell that little tummy with my bastards—“ even as your whimpering escalated into screams, you can hear him. your eyes close, head wanting to angle away from his grip, his palm makes contact with your cheek in a couple, quick slaps. “You can get used to being my little breed-whore, sweet girl. And don’t you worry, you’re gonna get a nice raise every time I knock you up; as long as you learn that your place is wrapped around daddy’s cock, and that pussy is for him to fill with his loads, you’re gonna be a fine new addition to this family.”

[00valentina-writes00]

Hello!!! First wanted to said you a bug thank you for all your works (specially Sevika ones) I see such a talented writer for the first time!! Love your works 🎀🎀🎀💖💖 but I wanted to ask you about smth. As I remember I didn’t see any (nsfw)works like reader x shimmer Sevika😳 I mean she looks…. Fine when she was on shimmer🤭 so I’m curious if you wanna to write smth like that!! But as I said firstly thank you for your works!!!!!!❤️❤️❤️

♡♥︎ Shimmer Drunk ♥︎��

Warnings: rough strap-on sex, overstimulation, Sevika being a fucking menace, mild degradation, biting, light manhandling, mild dumbification, multiple orgasms, Sevika’s shimmer veins glowing

You barely had time to breathe.

Sevika was relentless.

Her body pressed you deep into the mattress, her weight trapping you beneath her, sweat slicking her scarred chest, her muscles bulging as she held you down. Her chemtech arm hissed, steam rising where the plates shifted, the glow of shimmer pulsing bright beneath her skin.

The reason you were here—the reason you were fucking ruined—was because she’d shot up a fresh dose not even twenty minutes ago.

And now she was fucking you like she had something to prove.

Her strap—thick, ridged, and far too big—was stretching you open again, dragging through your swollen cunt with obscene, wet sounds that made your whole body burn.

You were soaked—legs trembling, clit aching, completely wrecked from three rounds already, but Sevika didn’t give a single fuck.

She just growled low in her throat, yanked your legs wider, and drove the full length of that monstrous strap inside you again.

“Sev—fuck, I can’t—”

“You can,” she rasped, her voice deep, thick with shimmer-fueled hunger. She slammed into you, the base of her strap grinding against your clit, knocking the air from your lungs. “You will.”

You sobbed out something broken, nails raking down her broad, scarred shoulders, trying to pull her closer, trying to get more even though you swore you couldn’t take another second of this.

She just laughed.

The ridges of her strap dragged against your walls, forcing another strangled moan from your throat. Your body was so overstimulated, every nerve lit up, sweat pooling between your thighs where she wouldn’t stop fucking you.

Her grip was bruising—one hand locked around your throat, the other pinning your wrist above your head, her weight pressing you into the mattress, making you take it.

“You’re so fucking greedy,” she murmured against your neck, voice rough, teasing. Her breath was hot against your skin. “Crying like you can’t take it, but your pussy’s so fucking wet.”

You whimpered, thighs twitching, walls fluttering around the thick stretch of her strap.

She groaned, rolling her hips deeper, angling her thrusts just right—grinding that brutal toy against that sweet spot inside you.

You wailed, the pleasure so sharp it felt like pain.

“That’s it,” she rasped, voice barely human, lost to the shimmer pumping through her veins. She pressed a brutal kiss to your jaw, biting down, making you jerk against her hold. “Come on, baby. Give me another.”

You shook your head, tears welling in your eyes. “I can’t—”

She slammed into you, choking off your words.

“Yes, you can.”

She fucked you harder—faster—meaner—hips snapping forward, balls-deep every time, making the bed shake beneath you.

Her fingers flexed around your throat, tightening just enough to make your head spin, to make you fall completely apart beneath her.

And then—

You broke.

Your body clenched so fucking tight you swore you could feel her smirk against your sweat-slick skin. You came with a sob, body seizing, back arching, legs trembling as that unbearable, blinding pleasure ripped through you.

But Sevika didn’t stop.

Didn’t slow down.

She just growled, still fucking you through it, dragging another strangled noise from your throat, forcing another orgasm out of you before you even had time to breathe.

“That’s my fucking girl.”

You lost track of how many times you came after that.

All you knew was her weight on top of you, her hands gripping you, her voice in your ear—praising you, taunting you, making you completely fucking hers.

And by the time she was finally satisfied—when your whole body was trembling, spent, covered in her sweat and your own—she just grinned, licking her lips, fingers tracing the bruises she’d left on your throat.

“…Round five?”

And fuck—you knew you’d let her.

[r0-boat]

Feral!Lighter brain rot

I'm very normal about his EP

Cw: Dubcon, consent non-con, rough sex, No beta we die like men

Thank you for coming to my TED talk...*explodes*

Even the undefeated champion can get overwhelmed whether it be from stress or simply becoming drunk off adrenaline from a fight.

All he wants to do is maul the next thing he sees, like a feral animal.

That's what pretty little things like you are for. He tells you over and over that he'd never hurt you in a soft voice that makes your heart swoon. But you know full well that he can.

He knows precisely what you want, You're not exactly the most subtle with your desires.

That thought had been driving you crazy. The What if Lighter: Your sweet, protective boyfriend wasn't so sweet with you? To see you as a toy to play with than someone that he cherishes more than anything else in the world.

Why not give you an experience to remember?

This is what you want. To have him come in just when you're about to go to bed. You're lying on the couch when your door knob clicks and turns. You know exactly who it is... There was only one other person you gave your spare key to.

It's not that you didn't want to see him. It's just that you weren't expecting him; usually, he would shoot you a maximum of three-word text when he came to crash or visit.

But this time, he practically barges in, slamming the door behind him. The look in his eye shivers down your spine as an imposing figure stocking closer toward you.

Your heart fluttered in your chest, especially when he left his jacket and shirt, dropped on the floor forgotten. He took his red scarf and wrapped it around his left hand.

"On. Your. Knees."

That wasn't a request.

You looked at him, eyes wide., Whatever was showing on your television was long forgotten. Your legs shook everything, urging you to drop to your knees and let him do whatever he wanted. But something within you stirred inside, whether it be curiosity or blind courage. It made your lips move.

"Make me."

Lighter's green eyes flicker at your blatant challenge. His eyebrows raise slightly. The silence is deafening as his lips curve into a smile. His left hand grips the red fabric as the other takes off his shades, tossing them.

He comes after you in a flash, His hand roughly grabbing at your color, yanking you until he hoists you over his shoulders. His fingers dig into your back as he brings you to your bedroom, tossing you on the bed with little care of where you end up before crawling on top of you, licking his lips. He could practically smell your arousal.

And he was just as aroused as you were. Scratch that He's more aroused than you are. He feels so bad for handling you similarly to how he handles riffraff. But he can't deny how hard his cock was pressing against his jeans.

He lets out a snarl His arms flexing as he tears his pants in two. Before doing the same to your shirt and pants.

"Hey! I just got those!" You yell, hitting his rock-hard chest. It's kind of cute how you think you can hurt him.

"too bad doll, should've listened to me the first time."

There was no ounce of gentleness to how the man handles you to flip over, grabbing your wrists, and tying you with the scarf.

Coating his fingers in his saliva before plunging it inside you. His hand and thick fingers force you open. His callused palm and rough scarred fingers groping your ass spreading you whiter as wide as he could to force his fingers deeper stretching you out for the hardness you can feel grinding against the crack of your ass.

Fuck... Your muffled screams sound so good. He wanted to be at least gentle when he fucks you, but It looked like his body had other plans. Taking you like this was so thrilling. His eyes rolled back as he lost himself in his own lust, ravaging your body till there was nothing left.

"Gonna fuck you... Going to fill you up and teach that naughty little mouth not to talk back!" Lighter growls in your ear taking out his fingers before plunge again in your mouth You're empty hole soon filled with something bigger screaming against his mouth and fingers as he immediately sets his pace.

You're tasting yourself on your tongue. The thought alone was setting Lighter a blaze.

Why do you make him like this? He could feel every ounce of self-control crack and crumble.

He was making so much noise from the bed rattling and his own moans your neighbors could probably hear but to be honest he doesn't give a fuck. All he cares about is fucking all the stress he has built up from god knows how long.

From how tightly you were gripping his poor cock, to your shaking, quivering body and you're sobbing, muffled mess with your tears soaking his thumb and palm, you were close. Lighter was, too. Lighter was so close. And all he wanted to do was fill you up fill your insides tell you were leaking.

You felt him sink his teeth into your shoulder before the both of you exploded at the same time. Lighter can feel you milking him as he came harder than he ever did in his life.

For the first time since he first started training, his body felt sore as he practically collapsed on top of you before quickly rolling off so he doesn't crush you.

When he finally catches his breath, He rolls over to your side, wrapping his arms around you and holding you to his chest, kissing your face.

"hey hey hey...shhh It's okay... It's okay we're done... I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?"

He'd never forgive himself if he did. But he got his answer when your arms wrapped back around him and he saw your beaming smile. He sighs in relief smiling back kissing your lips.

"I guess It's safe to say that you liked it.... Good... I did too."

[loganspet]

𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘 ♡ ૮ › ‹ ྀིა

. . . ─── ⋆⋅ ♡ ⋅⋆ ─── 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

. . .

Pairing:

Older boyfriend Logan x Fem! Reader

Suggestive/Sensual Content, Praise, Aftercare, Illusion to sex

. . .

You still smelled of him—cigars, sex , and the musky aftermath of a night that had left you trembling and breathless. Your body was spent, muscles aching, skin marked with the bruises and bites he left as if to stake a claim, even if your relationship was nothing more than casual.

Logan lay beside you, one arm draped lazily over his head, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. His broad shoulders were dusted with scars, some older than you could imagine, and the sight of them made your stomach flip in ways you didn’t want to dwell on. He held a cigar, which he nursed lazily between his fingers as he sat against the headboard. The sheets were a mess, tangled around your legs, his scent clinging to every inch of your skin

You shifted slowly, every movement reminding you of just how rough he’d been. His growls still echoed in your ears, paired with the memory of how he’d held your wrists above your head, whispering filthy things against your neck while your body surrendered. Faint pink lines marred his shoulders and back where your nails had raked down his skin the night before. They were already starting to fade—his healing factor taking care of them—but he’d grunted in satisfaction when he’d first seen them. A reminder that no matter how rough he got, you always gave it right back.

“You’re quiet,” he said, his voice low and raspy as smoke curled from his lips. He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, his amber gaze sharp but soft in a way that was reserved just for you.

You stretched languidly, the ache in your body a delicious reminder of the way he’d taken you apart. Your skin was littered with bruises from his hands, his teeth, his mouth. The faint burn between your thighs made you shift uncomfortably, but you didn’t regret a second of it. You’d asked for this—wanted it—and Logan had given it to you like only he could.

“Just thinkin’,” you murmured, your voice still husky from all the moaning and screaming you’d done hours earlier

Logan smirked, the corner of his mouth twitching as he took another drag of his cigar. “’Bout what? Honey”

“How you’re probably too old to keep up with me,” you teased, glancing at him with a sly grin.

He let out a low, rumbling chuckle, the sound vibrating deep in his chest. “Is that right? ‘Cause from where I’m sittin’, you’re the one who couldn’t keep up.”

You rolled your eyes, but the heat in your cheeks betrayed you. “My legs are sore because you’re a damn animal,” you shot back, though there was no real bite to your words.

Logan snorted, reaching over to stub out his cigar in the ashtray on the nightstand. “You weren’t complainin’ when I had you screamin’ my name, darlin’.”

Your cheeks burned hotter, and you threw a pillow at him, which he caught easily, his reflexes still sharp despite his graying hair and the fine lines that crinkled around his eyes.

"Careful," he warned, his tone low and dangerous, though the smirk on his lips softened it. "Doll keep pushin’, and I’ll remind you just how much I got left in me."

You shivered at the promise in his voice, but before you could retort, the ache in your body had you wincing as you shifted to sit up. Logan’s smirk faded, replaced by a flicker of concern. “Easy,” he murmured, reaching out to steady you. His hands were warm and rough, the kind of hands that had seen too much violence, but the way he touched you now was nothing short of tender.

“I’m fine,” you said softly, though your voice lacked conviction as the soreness in your legs made you hesitate. You needed a bath—needed to wash off the sweat and evidence of the night before—but as soon as you stood, the dizziness hit you like a freight train.

Your knees buckled, and Logan was there in an instant, catching you before you could hit the ground. “Shit,” he muttered, his grip firm but gentle as he lifted you effortlessly into his arms. “Told you to stay put, babydoll. What the hell were you thinkin’?”

You buried your face in his chest, embarrassed but comforted by his strength. “Wanted a bath,” you mumbled, your voice muffled against his skin.

Logan sighed, shaking his head as he carried you toward the bathroom. “You’re a stubborn little thing, aren’t you?” he said, though there was no real heat in his words.

Logan huffed, a corner of his mouth twitching upward. "After what I put you through, you might wanna sit still for a bit longer."

You rolled your eyes, not trusting yourself to answer as you pushed off the bed. Your legs wobbled the moment your feet hit the floor, and you grabbed onto the edge of the mattress for balance. He didn’t move, but you felt his eyes on you, sharp and assessing.

"You sure about this, princess?" he drawled, clearly amused.

You ignored him, straightening your spine with more confidence than you felt. But the second you tried to take a step, your knees gave out, and you collapsed with a sharp gasp.

Logan was on you before you hit the floor, his strong arms catching you effortlessly. "Jesus Christ," he muttered, hauling you back up like you weighed nothing. "What’d I tell you? Should’ve stayed put."

"I’m fine," you insisted, though your voice was weak, and your body betrayed you with another tremble.

"Yeah, you look fine," he said dryly, carrying you toward the bathroom. His grip was firm but careful, the warmth of his calloused hands grounding you in ways you didn’t want to admit.

When he set you on the edge of the tub, his rough fingers brushed your cheek. "I didn’t mean to go so hard," he muttered, his voice softer now, almost apologetic.

…

You blinked up at him, surprised by the vulnerability that flickered in his gaze. "I loved it, Lo” you murmured, a small smile tugging at your lips. "Every second of it."

Logan’s lips twitched, but he shook his head, crouching to fill the tub. "You’re somethin’ else, you know that?" he grumbled, testing the water with his hand.

He helped you out of the oversized shirt you’d thrown on—his, of course—and his eyes darkened as they roamed over the marks he’d left on your skin. His thumb brushed over a particularly dark bruise on your hip — a hickey , his jaw tightening. "I gotta be more careful with you."

"You’re fine," you whispered, leaning back against the cool tile as the warm water lapped at your thighs. "Really, Logan. I like how you make me feel."

His eyes met yours, sharp and searching, before he gave a low grunt and grabbed the washcloth. He worked in silence, the rough pads of his fingers skimming over your skin with surprising gentleness. Every so often, he’d pause, his gaze lingering on a mark or a faint scratch, and you’d feel the tension ripple through him.

When he reached your thighs, his hands stilled, his jaw clenching as his gaze flicked to yours. "You’re a damn menace," he muttered, though the heat in his voice made your stomach flip.

You smirked, leaning forward to rest your hands on his shoulders. "You weren’t complainin’ earlier."

Logan’s hands tightened on your legs, his knuckles whitening. "You’re playin’ babydoll."

Your fingers trailed up to his neck, nails scratching lightly, batting your eye lashes and you felt the growl rumble deep in his chest. "Maybe”

Before you could blink, Logan was on you, pulling you out of the tub with an ease that made your breath hitch. Water splashed everywhere, but he didn’t seem to care, his mouth crashing against yours as he lifted you onto the counter.

"You don’t know when to quit, do you?" he growled against your lips, his hands sliding up your thighs, spreading you open.

You gasped, your head falling back as his mouth moved to your neck, teeth grazing over the bruises he’d left earlier. "Logan," you whimpered, your fingers digging into his shoulders as your body responded, aching for him all over again.

"Guess we’re doin’ this again," he muttered, his voice rough and thick with want. "But don’t come cryin’ to me later when you can’t walk."

You laughed, breathless and trembling, as his mouth claimed yours again, his hands reminding you exactly why you’d never get enough of him.

Logan still had you wrapped in the towel when he carried you to the bed, his grip strong and effortless, like you weighed nothing in his arms. Even now, after everything, he wasn’t done with you—not even close. He set you down carefully, his rough hands sliding over your damp skin, but the second you settled, he was on you again.

His mouth followed the bruises he’d left behind, pressing slow, deliberate kisses to each one like he was savoring his own work. You shivered as his beard scraped against your skin, the coarse, delicious roughness making every touch feel even more intense. He could be so damn rough when he wanted to be—pushing you to your limits, making sure you felt him everywhere—but then he’d do this. Murmur sweet things against your skin, warm and low. Let his hands stroke over you like he was worshiping every inch of you.

“Did a number on you, huh?” His voice was thick with something between amusement and pride. His hands slid up your thighs again, spreading you open like he owned you.

“You think?” you breathed, fingers curling against his biceps. God, he was so solid, so warm. He felt safe, even like this—especially like this. your breath catching as he kissed between your breasts, his hands palming your waist, keeping you exactly where he wanted you. He chuckled, his lips trailing down your collarbone, slow and teasing. “Look at you,” he murmured, hands roaming, claiming. “So damn pretty covered in me.” His beard dragged over your sensitive skin, sending another shiver through you. He groaned against you, his breath hot against your thigh. “Never get tired of this.”

His fingers tightened, just enough to remind you who was in control. “You take me so damn well, sweetheart. Made for me, huh?” His lips brushed over your neck, his tongue flicking out over a love bite he’d left there earlier. His voice dropped even lower, gravelly and full of something almost reverent.

“You’re perfect like this.”

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𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒏, 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆

𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒎𝒂𝒏!𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒙 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

• +18 minors do not interact. smut, unprotected sex, sex in the middle of night, nightmares, established relationship, fluff, kissing, etc.

𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 / 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

divider by @anitalenia 💌

“Baby.. you’re having a nightmare..” you turned to face your husband who kept tossing and turning groaning and growling. You winced when you saw his claws growing out, knowing it hurts him. You rubbed his wrist softly kissing it. “Baby.. please wake up..” you kissed his cheek. Your kiss somewhat made him woke up and he straight sat up growling angrily. Clenching his fists his claws halfway out— you closed your eyes chest heaving as you took a deep breath. “I’m sorry..” he whispered. “No no no.. it’s okay baby..” you climbed to his lap hugging him close. “You have nightmares..” you cupped his cheeks making him look you in the eyes. You saw how sorry he was. His claws slowly retreated when he hugged you close to his chest. Slipping your warm hands under his white undershirt, kissing his shoulder. “I could’ve cut you.. hurt you. I’m so sorry..” you shook your head. “It’s okay baby.. I know your nightmares are frequent lately.” His bearded cheek now resting on your chest you rubbed over his back, comforting him. “Lay back..” you kissed his cheek slowly littering his skin with soft kisses. Gazing at you he listened to you slowly laying back down on his back, you now straddled his hips.

“Whatcha thinkin kitten..” he hummed, sweat rolling down his brow allowing himself to relax into the comfy bed. “Nothin..” your hands wandered down his toned abdomen stopping above his pj’s. “Just..” you smiled hovering above him pressing your lips against his taking his cock out. He gritted his teeth groaning at the touch of your sweet dainty fingers on his hard cock. You traced that bulging vein on underside of his length, moaning into his mouth. “Fuck..” he flipped you over so you ended up underneath him. Gasping loudly he feared your nighty apart with a single pull attacking your lips with his kissing you urgently. Getting himself between your thighs you whimpered feeling his cock against your pussy and he made sure he plunged right inside of you. Gosh the wetness.. the squelching sounds of your poor pussy being so stuffed full of him “Teasin’ your oldman like that huh?” Grunting he buried his face against your neck wrapping his huge arms around your body snapping his hips into you. Your pussy stretched so deliciously and the way your cream coated him only made him moan animalistically fucking you faster, harder. Your thighs raised, heels resting on his thighs as he pounded into you hungrily biting your shoulder making you cry out. “Baby..! Daddy!!” You clawed his back gripping it the way he rocked you back and forth jolting you beneath him with every thrust your belly swirled with heat. “Wanna cum on my cock, sweet little pussy for me huh?” He breathed watching his cock slide in and out of you rapidly rearranging his hands now on your waist holding you down on his cock. You nodded biting your lip whimpering loudly gasping for breath the way he angled his hips fucking you stupid. He needed this.. your pussy clenching around him chocking him perfectly milking all of his cum. “Fuck.. fuck.. fuck….!” He growled pulling out of you gently. A broken whimper left you at the loss of his delicious cock. Flipping you on your belly he pulled your ass up just enough to plunge back inside of you this way he was reaching so deep you cried out. “I can take it.. mmmmm!!! Daddy.” You screamed into the pillow clenching your hands in the sheets. “Yeah? Being a good little girl for me huh?” Big calloused hands of your husband made you moan loudly the way he started to started to snap his hips into you slamming his hips against your butt. God the way he manhandled you as if you were a doll.. your skin was so hot to touch. Infused with love, with lust, with desire.

His heavy balls clapping your abused clit and his fingers soon found your circling it, burying his face in your hair as he gasped in pleasure fucking out all of his tension and bad memories of his nightmare. You felt so small on his length, underneath him like this. “Your old man loves you so much..” his thrusts decreased sending shivers down your spine the way his hands explored your naked breasts fondling them searching for your lips you kissed him with moans. “Love you so much..mmm..” your tongues tangled in heated passion and soon his hips picked up the speed thrusting his cock in and out of you until you tensed. The tip of his cock nestled on your sweet spot and it made you roll your eyes back into your skull. Your ruined cunt clenched around him so hard he growled loudly biting your shoulder. Your nails piercing your sheets as you gripped them squirting around his cock, he hummed at the mess shoving himself deeply inside of you unloading his warm cum in you. You sagged against the bed, and so did he letting you feel his weight. You smiled tiredly— feeling him roll off you and you automatically snuck into his tired arms. He kissed your forehead rubbing your arm and you couldn’t fight your exhaustion anymore. He watched you sleep, the moon shining through the window. You looked so beautiful like this.. in his arms. All his.. safe.. always safe.

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(Any typos, mistakes I apologise in advance)