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Ahhh your requests are open!! You can write a smut where the reader is America's friend (of legal age!!!) and has a crush on Stephen. I would be happy if you can do something really dirty with dirty talk and creampie.

A little crush

Word count: 3.4k

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Female Reader

Trope: Explicit smut, Age gap, Oral (F Receiving), (18+ Warning, Minors DNI)

Summary: You became good friends with America when you started your journey at Kamar Taj a few months ago. But you also found yourself having a bit of a crush on America’s carer, Doctor Stephen Strange.

A/N: This is a very old request, so I’m not sure if the person who asked for this is still here. But I hope you like this idea.

You were glad that it was America you had met first at Kamar Taj. She was sweet, friendly, and welcoming, and it only took a few months for you two to become best friends.

She was staying in New York with one of the masters: the one and only Doctor Stephen Strange. He had helped America out: saving her after a witch attempted to steal her powers. That was when Stephen became America’s carer, and since the two of you were so close, you often found yourself spending your days and nights at the sanctum. You’d see Stephen a lot, and you’d be a liar if you said you didn’t have a crush on him. He was a good twenty years older than you, but you found him so handsome, and there had been so many nights where you laid in bed having the filthiest of fantasies about him. There was no way you could ever tell America, though.

Just like a lot of other nights, you were staying over at the sanctum. You were resting with America in her room after a long day of training when the urge to down a cold drink hit you.

“I’m gonna go get some soda,” you told her.

Smiling at you, America nodded. “Okay.”

You began your journey to the kitchen, but that was when you made your way past Stephen’s room. The door was open with just the tiniest of cracks and you could hear music pouring through. You couldn’t help it when you looked through the little gap, gasping when you saw Stephen in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist and one on his shoulders, his hair slightly damp from the shower. He was humming to the song in the background, and you found yourself staring. He was just so damn beautiful.

Suddenly, Stephen looked in your direction. Your eyes locked and you backed away fast, spinning on your heels. 

“Y/N?” you heard Stephen call out to you. 

But you ignored him, your cheeks bright red and your heart racing. You chose to just forget about your drink and scurry back to America’s room.

You weren’t sure how you’d face Stephen again.

******

A few hours had passed since your little incident with Stephen. You and America were deep in conversation when there was a knock at her door.

“Come in!” America called out.

Stephen pushed the door open, eyes darting between the two of you. “You two should get some rest now. It’s late and you both have training tomorrow.”

America nodded. “Okay.”

Then Stephen’s eyes landed on you, and slowly but surely, he ran them up and down your body. He shot you a little smile, one that made your body tingle. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

It was hard to fall asleep after that. After the way he looked at you. You tossed and turned, your mind not letting you forget how dark his eyes had got as he stared your way. You needed something to cool you down, so you hopped out of bed to get a drink. You moved into the kitchen as quietly as you could, pouring yourself some cold water, just about to raise the glass to your lips.

“What are you doing?” a deep voice asked.

You gasped and jumped, heart racing as you turned to see Stephen. “You made me jump!”

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I just wanted to know why you were still awake.”

“I just wanted to get a drink. I can’t sleep.”

It stayed quiet between the two of you, but your skin felt hot and tingly as Stephen took slow steps your way.

“Are you okay?” he asked, head tilted a little.

You turned around. Stephen was so close to you. Closer than he had ever been. You stared into his eyes before looking at the floor, feeling your face go all hot. You must have been blushing.

“I’m good,” you finally said.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?” he asked, taking another slow step your way.

“No. No, you’re not.”

“Why won’t you look at me then?”

Swallowing, you realised just how close Stephen was. Just inches away. You could smell him. That deep, masculine scent. It made your whole body heat up. “I can’t tell you. It’s embarrassing...”

You felt a long finger on your chin, your head tilting up. You met Stephen’s eyes and just like earlier, his eyes moved up and down your body. Slowly, he leaned in close, his soft-looking lips by your ear. “I know that you were watching me earlier. I bet you liked what you saw, huh?”

“I… Um. Ma-ma-maybe,” you stuttered, unable to think of the correct words to say. 

Stephen kept his eyes on you and chuckled. “Seems to me that a certain someone here has a crush on me, hmm?”

“I’m so sorry, Stephen.”

“No, you’re not sorry. I’ve known about your little crush on me for a while now.”

You had been caught. Really, you weren’t sorry. He knew about your little crush on him and had caught you red-handed with your eyes on him. You weren’t subtle or slick. No. You were painfully obvious.

Stephen pressed his broad body to yours suddenly, and it had you gasping.

“Stephen?” you asked, grabbing his arm.

“Tell me, Y/N. Tell me what you want from me,” he whispered.

“No, I can’t.”

“You can.”

“It’s… bad. It’s inappropriate. You’re so much older than me.”

Stephen laughed lowly. “Is it inappropriate that I think about you?”

Blinking at him, you gave him a wide-eyed stare. “You do?”

“Yes. A lot.”

“Oh...”

You couldn’t hold yourself back anymore after that. Standing on the tips of your toes, you softly pressed your lips to his. The kiss was slow and soft as Stephen held you to him, the two of you sharing a sweet kiss. But then you remembered your friend. The girl who had been so kind and warm to you.

You pulled away from Stephen quickly, your hands on his chest as you shook your head. “We can’t do this.”

Stephen’s brows pulled together. “Why?”

“What about America? What if she finds out?”

“She doesn’t have to know. This can be our secret. America is sleeping right now, anyway. I won’t tell her if you don’t.”

You could definitely keep the secret to yourself. You already had experience with that. Humming, you nodded at Stephen. “Okay,” you said. “As long as you promise to keep us a secret because I’m not sure how America would react if she saw us doing this. I never want to lose her as a friend.”

“I won’t say a word to her. I promise.”

You knew you could trust him. You kissed him again, pushing your tongue into his mouth, the kiss growing more intense by the second, his hands moving all over your body until he grabbed you and lifted you onto the kitchen counter. One big hand pushed through the elastic of your pyjama bottoms. He pressed a skilled finger to your clit, his finger circling against the wet, sensitive bud. You whined against Stephen’s lips, the feeling sending a spark up your body.

“You’re so wet, Sweetheart. Go on, tell me. Tell me what you want,” Stephen asked you again.

“I want you so bad,” you finally confessed with a cry.

“Good girl.” Stephen grabbed at you, picking you up from the counter as your legs wrapped around his waist. “I’m gonna give you what you want.”

He held you tight as he carried you to his bedroom. Stephen kicked the door shut and with a wave of his hand, the sound of the door locking hit your ears. He must have locked his door with some kind of spell. A second later, his tongue was back in your mouth, his grunts and groans loud as he got you settled on the bed. His eager hands tugged your pyjamas and panties off, and he took a step back, eyes moving up and down your body.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered. His lips met your neck and he gave you wet, little kisses along your breasts and stomach, not stopping until he got to that spot between your thighs. 

Stephen suddenly gave you a dark look. You locked eyes, the two of you almost staring each other down before Stephen finally gave you a cocky smirk. His tongue pushed out between his lips as he ran it right along your slit, right until he got to your clit. A soft moan fell from your lips, your back arching at the sudden feeling of pleasure. You brought a shaky hand down, dragging your fingers through Stephen’s locks.

“Stephen,” you whined out. “Mm, feels so good.”

You were being too loud. Your teeth bit into your bottom lip, trying to keep your sounds of pleasure muffled as Stephen kept playing with your clit. You had never felt anything so good. Your fingers gripped Stephen’s hair hard and tight, a fistful of hair in your grasp. Stephen wouldn’t stop. He just kept licking and sucking at you as you laid there, trying to keep your filthy sounds of pleasure to yourself.

But he managed to make it even better as he slid a long finger into you, curling it just right as he kept taking care of your clit. It was all too much for you. His lips, his finger. Another finger. He slipped one more into you, and then you found yourself clamping your free hand to your mouth to keep your scream low and muffled.

“Stephen!” you called out, the sound thankfully softened thanks to the palm of your hand up against your lips.

Stephen’s eyes met your half-opened ones and he smirked against your wet pussy. Then he carried on sucking and licking at you, his goatee tickling you with each second that passed. It just added to the pleasure. You were getting closer and closer. You could feel it. You were on the brink of your orgasm.

“You’re gonna make me cum,” you whined to Stephen.

Stephen began to pump his fingers into you at an impossible speed once you said that. He wouldn’t stop. He just seemed so focused on giving you nothing but pleasure. You rocked your hips against his face, so desperate and eager to cum. His nose began to rub up against your sensitive bud, his tongue lapping at your pussy lips. You just couldn’t control yourself anymore. You came right then and there, crying out loudly behind your hand as the pleasure hit you. Stephen didn’t take his lips off of you, though. He kept licking and sucking at you, dragging out your orgasm and making it last as long as possible.

Panting wildly, you allowed yourself a few moments to calm down. Your pussy still felt so sensitive as you looked down at Stephen, his lips and goatee glistening with your pussy juices. He pulled his fingers from you and moved up your body, pressing his lips to yours. You could instantly taste yourself right there on his mouth. It was filthy but in the best way possible.

Shoving your tongue into Stephen’s mouth, the two of you laid there kissing one another hungrily. But Stephen suddenly pulled away and stood up. He smirked at you as you watched him pull his clothes off in a second flat. You gasped when you saw how big he was: thick and long and veiny. You wanted to feel him inside you badly.

Stephen got settled on his knees in front of you, keeping your legs spread before he grabbed his cock, pumping himself up and down. He gave you a long, deep kiss before resting his forehead against yours.

“I really wanna hear all those beautiful sounds you’ll make,” he said lowly, “but you gotta be quiet for me.”

You nodded. “I’ll be quiet.”

He kissed you again before pressing the swollen tip of his cock to your entrance. Slowly, he slid into you, and you already found yourself whining at the stretched out sensation he was giving you. He was just so big. He groaned above you, pushing into you more.

“You’re so big,” you said with a whisper. You had never felt anything so big and thick and perfect. “God, you feel so big inside me.”

“Fuck,” Stephen grumbled out. “You feel so fucking tight, warm and wet.”

He inched into you more and more until you had all of him, until you were stuffed with his cock. That was when he pulled out and began to pump himself back into you, stretching you out with his cock. You felt so full as he fucked you, your legs wrapping around him as he took you and fucked you and made you all his. In and out, in and out.

“You feel so fucking good, sweetheart,” he muttered into your ear. “God, you feel so good. Does my cock feel good inside of you? Hm?”

You nodded, whining as you bit into your bottom lip. “So… So good. Please, you feel so good.”

“Mm, this is what you wanted, huh? You wanted my cock. You wanted it so fucking bad. You’re taking it so good, baby. You’re taking my cock like such a good girl. Look at you. Look at how good you look like this.”

You didn’t do it on purpose. It was just that Stephen’s cock felt so good stuffed inside of you and his filthy words were getting to you as well: the moan was ripped right out of you, the sound loud and shrill. Stephen’s hand was suddenly on your mouth, your eyes big as he carried on fucking you and filling you up.

“You gotta stay quiet for me,” he said. “I know it feels good. I know that little pussy wanted my cock so fucking bad, but you can’t keep moaning so loud. I know it’s hard. My cock feels so fucking good inside of you, doesn’t it?”

“Mhm!” you let out behind his hand.

He chuckled. “You take it so damn good. You’re taking every fucking inch. Look at that look in your eyes. I bet you’re so close for me again. Are you? Hm? Are you close?”

You were, and all you could do was nod in response as he slid in and out of you, his cock so thick as he took you. Your orgasm was seconds away. You could feel it. Stephen pulled out of you and pushed into you deep, the movements fast and wild, the sound of skin hitting skin in the air.

“I’m so close,” you said, your voice so soft and muffled. “Mm, I’m so—” It was all too much, and soon you found yourself losing control right there with his cock stuffed inside of you. Your orgasm hit you, taking over your whole body. Your skin felt hot and your toes curled as Stephen slammed in and out of you.

“There we go,” Stephen said with a chuckle.

You laid there panting for a good full minute until Stephen pulled his soaked cock out of you. He flipped you over so that you were on top, his hands moving from your waist to your hips to your ass, lifting you up before he lowered you back down onto his cock. A second later, he had filled you back up, stretching you out once again. Hands on his broad shoulders, you began to ride his cock wildly. Up and down, up and down. You took every inch of his cock as he groaned below you.

“That’s it,” Stephen muttered. “Just like that. Keep riding my cock.”

Your own moans were far too loud so you pressed your face right to his neck, hoping that would keep the sounds muffled. You couldn’t help it when you sucked at his soft skin, leaving behind little love bites as you bounced on his cock.

“God, you feel so fucking good,” said Stephen. “You feel so fucking good, Y/N. Fuck.”

There was a knock at the door suddenly. A loud one. It made you jump a little, your eyes widening as you stared down at Stephen.

“Shit,” he said, voice laced with panic. “Stop.”

You halted then and there, waiting to see Stephen’s next move.

Stephen cleared his throat. “Who’s there?” he asked, a fake, sleepy tone in his words. Like he had just woken up.

“It’s me,” America said from the other side of the door. “I was just wondering if you knew where Y/N was. I just woke up and can’t find her anywhere.”

“Uh,” Stephen said, that feigned, sleepy tone still there in his voice, “maybe she went for a walk or went back to Kamar Taj or something. I dunno.”

“Hmmm, okay then,” said America. “I’m going back to bed. Goodnight.”

You both stayed still with Stephen’s cock still buried deep inside of you. You waited to hear the sound of America’s door clicking shut, and with that, you lifted yourself up that little bit and worked yourself back down Stephen’s cock, eager to feel him again. You were moving fast and hard, your nails digging into Stephen’s shoulders as you took his cock. It was almost impossible to keep your moans to yourself as his thick cock stretched you out, and every now and then, a pleasure-filled moan would slip from your lips.

His swollen tip kept hitting that sweet spot deep inside of you. You were so close, and it seemed like Stephen could sense it.

“Be a good girl and cum on my cock for me again,” he said from below you. “Fucking do it. Just cum.”

You nodded, bouncing right there on his length, so eager to feel your third orgasm of the night. You rode him hard and fast, not stopping until that feeling of wild pleasure pooled all over your body. Stephen was fucking up into you, dragging out the feeling, letting your orgasm turn your body all hot and shaky.

He pounded into you from below with a groan. “I’m gonna cum,” he said.

“Mm, please cum inside me,” you whispered.

“Fuck, okay,” he said with gritted teeth.

One, two, three more thrusts, and then it was it for him. He pounded into you deep and hard, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he lost all control and emptied himself inside of you. Hot and sticky, his cum coated your inner walls and you shuddered at the feeling.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he let out with a pant.

For a little while, the two of you just stayed like that before Stephen reached forward, giving you a quick, sweet kiss. Then he gave your ass a tap, and you knew that was his way of telling you to lift yourself off of him. The second you did so, you felt his cum spilling right out of you. You laid against his chest, your own breathing heavy, but it was Stephen who got his back on track first.

You laid there in the bed as he got up and put some underwear on. Then he moved into the bathroom and came back with a warm cloth, letting it gently trace along your body and cleaning up the filthy mess he made. He threw it to the floor before sliding into bed with you, your head suddenly back on his chest. He kept his strong arms wrapped around you, holding you close to him. Eyes heavy, you were just about to let them shut and get lost in sleep.

“Y/N,” Stephen said softly.

You looked up at him, watching him smile at you. “Yeah?”

“You better get back to America’s room before she gets suspicious,” he said.

You had almost forgotten. “Oh, right.” You kissed him before you grabbed your hastily thrown pyjamas from the floor. “Goodnight, Stephen,” you said as you slowly moved towards the door.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he said.

Being as quiet as you could, you slipped back into America’s room. You moved into her bathroom, cleaned yourself up that tiny bit more, and then put your pyjamas back on. Then you climbed back into bed and America almost made you jump when she spoke up.

“Where were you?” she asked in the darkness.

“Um… I just went for a walk,” you lied. “I couldn’t sleep. I just needed to clear my head, you know?”

“Oh, okay,” America said, voice sounding sleepy.

You were pretty tired yourself. Your eyes slowly shut and you couldn’t fight back the smile as you thought about what had just happened. What a night. Stephen’s touch had been so skilled, so perfect. Everything you had imagined. You just hoped that you’d get to do it again, and hopefully, the next time wouldn’t be so rushed. You also hoped America wouldn’t ever find out the truth.

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Pairing: Worst Logan x Fem!Reader Rating: Explicit Length: 1.9K Tags: fluff, smut, suggestive eating of ice cream, reader really likes vanilla ice cream, bratty reader, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it!), fingering, cum eating, pet names, daddy kink, mentioned wade wilson, briefly shown oc i haven’t talked about yet

This fic is for @loganficsonly for @lareinedulune’s Wet Hot Logan Summer Ficathon. The prompt was “getting ice cream together” with Worst Logan. This was my first time writing anything for Logan as well as the first time I’ve written real smut or a reader insert fic since I wrote Living in the Night, so I hope ya’ll enjoy!

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Logan had moved in with you two months ago, much to Wade’s exaggerated agony, despite the fact that he’d only be a few blocks away. So now you and the Wolverine were living in ‘domestic bliss’, as Wade had put it. Unfortunately for you and your sanity, Logan’s idea of domestic bliss involved him still unable to stop drowning his sorrows in alcohol. This month, said sorrows included Wade visiting too often, other men hitting on you and the summer heat. 

Well, in New York, it was easy to find an ice cream truck. You were craving a nice, cool treat and Logan had barely moved from the couch all day, only to get a bottle of whiskey, use the bathroom or go to the building’s gym. It was 3 PM. You could only hope he’d listen to your nagging for once. 

But it seemed that you were asking for a bit too much. 

“You want to go out? In this heat?” Logan queried, raising an eyebrow.

“There’s always an ice cream truck a few blocks away at this time of day,” you insisted. “We can head down there, have our cones, and come back. My treat.”

He sighed heavily, getting up from the couch, a scowl on his face. “Fine, but we won’t stay out there more than 15 minutes, got it?” 

You couldn’t help but giggle a bit. Logan looked kinda cute in an angry kitty sort of way. The little tufts of hair that looked a bit like cat ears didn’t make it any better.

Logan rolled his eyes at you as he went to put his shoes on. “Don’t make me regret this,” he grumbled.

You followed him over, sitting down to put your shoes on as well. “Oh, I don’t think you will,” you smirked. 

Logan couldn’t keep himself from smiling with amusement for a moment at your smug smirk. When you caught him with the corners of his mouth turned up, he immediately went back to playing grumpy. “Whatever, princess. Let’s go.”

Yeah, you were pretty confident that this was just what Logan needed; to get out of the house, have something cold, and maybe you’d even get a ‘thank you’ for it.

86 degrees.

Your phone had said it was 86 degrees outside.

So why did it feel so much hotter? 

You could practically already feel sweat dripping down your skin and you and Logan hadn’t even been walking for a minute. Part of you desperately wanted to turn around and retreat to the air conditioned apartment, but your heart was now set on getting that ice cream. On having a nice time with the man you loved. 

You looked over at Logan. He was silent, hands in his jean pockets, scowling a bit still. “What?” he asked gruffly when he caught you staring.

“Just glad we’re doing this,” you responded.

Logan turned away from you again, though you caught him rolling his eyes. “Yeah, well… I still don’t like it. Way too hot out here.”

“We won’t be out here for long, I promise. Besides, we can’t just stay cooped up inside all summer.”

“I went to the gym today,” he argued.

“And that was inside.”

“So?” 

You shook your head, sighing heavily as the two of you stepped up to the ice cream truck, right at the corner, just like you knew it would be. Nearby, you noticed plenty of people leaning against the walls of buildings or sitting on benches enjoying their own frozen desserts. As you looked over the menu printed on the truck, you heard your boyfriend grumble once again. “This is ridiculous, standing around in this baking heat just for ice cream,” he complained.

The woman in the ice cream truck turned to the two of you. “Hello, I’m Inaya. What can I get you two?”

“Got anything with booze?” Logan asked.

“Logan!” you scolded.

“Fine. Just a plain chocolate cone, I guess.”

“I’ll get vanilla,” you told Inaya.

“All right, hold tight,” Inaya smiled at the two of you before starting to prepare your cones. 

“Vanilla?” Logan raised a judgmental eyebrow at your choice of flavor.

“What? It’s the best one!” you argued.

“It’s the most boring one.”

“I disagree,” you smirked.

“Of course you do.” He couldn’t keep himself from smirking back at you.

A moment later, Inaya returned to the window, a chocolate ice cream cone in one hand, a vanilla one in the other. “That’ll be six dollars,” she told you as she handed the cones to the two of you.

You took out your wallet, pulling out the dollar bills, coins for tax and a little extra as a tip, handing the money to Inaya. She smiled at the two of you. 

You and Logan walked over to a nearby tree, standing in the shade as the two of you began to enjoy your ice cream. Neither of you said anything for a while, just exchanging glances as you licked your treats. You could tell Logan was much happier than he was before, however. You didn’t think he’d admit it. 

“You got a bit of ice cream on the corner of your mouth,” he said suddenly.

He was right. You could feel it there. But then you got an idea. An idea you’d probably be punished for later. You smeared the cone against your face, shivering slightly at the cold sensation, getting some more ice cream right by your lip. It was starting to look like you had half of a white, sticky mustache. You smirked at Logan, and he just stared back, confused as to why you just did that.

And then you started licking it off very slowly, imagining that the cold mess on your mouth was something else. You glanced suggestively at Logan, who was starting to blush. He knew what you were doing, and he was giving you just the reaction you wanted out of him.

“Stop that,” he growled.

You didn’t. Once you’d licked off all the ice cream on your face, you went back to licking your cone, looking at Logan seductively as you did so. You were teasing him, and he damn well knew it. 

Meanwhile, Logan was trying desperately to stay focused on his own ice cream and not get riled up at your blatant teasing. Unfortunately for him, he was far too in love with you to let you get away with this.

“Brat,” he muttered.

He was only egging you on further. Logan’s fist clenched around his cone, cracking it slightly. He could feel himself getting hard in his jeans as you kept putting on this teasing little show for him.

“You’re doing this on purpose,” he growled.

You winked back at him.

That did it. He couldn’t take it any longer. He grabbed you by the wrist and started dragging you back in the direction of the apartment building, his grip strong but not painfully so. There was an angry glint in hazel eyes, almost like a crackling flame.

“You really think you’re funny, dontcha princess?” he asked darkly. “Getting me hard in public. You’re gonna pay once we’re back in our apartment, baby.”

“And what about our ice cream?” You asked teasingly.

“You can have your damn ice cream later,” he snarled. He was dead set on punishing you for the stunt you just pulled. And your pussy was tingling at the thought of it.

You were on your knees in front of the couch where Logan had been relaxing only less than an hour before. Now, he was back on the couch, but this time, you were going down on him.

Your boyfriend couldn’t keep quiet as you sucked and licked at his thick cock. His fingers were tangled in your hair, yanking at it slightly, his eyes half-lidded.

“Oh, you little minx,” he growled. “You were thinking about this when you were licking that damn ice cream, weren’t ya?” 

You let out a soft whimper in response, muffled by his length in your mouth. You were so wet. You could feel it leaking through your panties. 

Logan tugged your hair harder for a moment, gazing down at you, his eyes dark with lust. The eye contact was tantalizing. You were itching to touch yourself, to give yourself some kind of stimulation where you needed it, but you could only hope that Logan would give it to you once he had his fill of your mouth. 

“That was not nice what you did out there,” he said, his voice deep and rough as he pulled you off of him, pushing you down onto the couch, already pulling your shorts off. “Teasing me like that, in public no less. You need to be taught a lesson.”

“Logan…” you groaned, feeling needy as ever.

“Yes, sweetheart?” he smirked, his hand dipping below your waistband, touching your pussy through your sopping wet panties.

“Need you,” you whimpered.

Logan’s smirk only grew wider at your needy tone. He yanked your shorts and panties down with one quick tug. “You have me,” he growled lowly before bucking up into you hard.

“Agh!! L-Logan!!” you cried out as he pounded into you over and over relentlessly.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned. “Always so tight.”

His thrusts showed no sign of slowing. You could feel tears building up in your eyes, but you didn’t want him to stop. You needed him like this too badly.

“Looooogan…!” you moaned.

Logan kept on fucking you, the room filled with the lewd sound of his balls making contact with your folds and your moaned cries.

“Yeah, keep moaning my name, baby. Good girl,” he praised, his voice breathy. 

“Daaaaady…” you moaned out instead, just to drive him even crazier.

Logan looked down at you, growling. “Daddy, huh?”

“You’re being a good girl for Daddy, ain’tcha?” he groaned.

“I am now.”

He let out a dark chuckle. “Couldn’t keep yourself from being a brat at the ice cream truck, though.”

“Seems like it… paid off…” you panted. You were getting close already. You knew it, and Logan could tell.

“You think so, eh?” he teased, bringing a thumb down to your clit and rubbing it roughly, eliciting a high-pitched squeal from your lips. “Not so bratty now.”

“I’m so close,” you whimpered. You were teetering on the edge of your climax, desperate to let go, hoping Logan would let you.

“Yeah? You gonna come for me, princess?” he asked gruffly, keeping up the relentless pace of his thumb on your clit and his cock. 

“M-may I come, Daddy?” you asked, hopeful. You didn’t think you could hold it in even if he told you to.

“Yeah, princess. Come for me,” he groaned, not stopping pleasuring you for a second.

With his permission, you went over the edge, clenching around him. That combined with your moans was enough to trigger Logan’s own orgasm. He thrust up into you one last time before coming hard inside you.

“Mmm… good girl,” he panted, pulling out of you. He then inserted two fingers into your full cunt, gathering his cum and bringing it to your lips. “Eat up, baby.”

You eagerly obliged, letting him feed you his cum, sucking and licking it off of his fingertips. This was what you were thinking about when you were teasing him with the ice cream anyway.

Once Logan was done feeding you his semen, he pulled you close to his chest, wrapping his arms around you as you snuggled on the couch.

“You know what?” he whispered to you.

“What?” you looked into his hazel eyes, now warm rather than full of lust and pent-up desire like they were before.

“I think that ice cream was a good idea after all,” he smirked.

You giggled teasingly. “What’d I tell you?” 

Logan rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. C’mere, princess,” he said, pulling you into a sweet kiss.

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Hugh Jackman as Logan Howlett DEADPOOL & WOLVERINE (2024), directed by Shawn Levy

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BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH in The Phoenician Scheme + Reactions to his scene.

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Shadow of Doubt (Stephen Strange x Reader)

Summary: A hidden revelation about Stephen's attendance at Christine's wedding casts a shadow of doubt on your relationship, provoking emotions of insecurity and uncertainty.

Warnings: SMUT over 18+ ONLY, creampie, unprotected sex, porn without plot, hint of angst

A/N: this was supposed to be a short, angsty drabble, but I got caught up in the smut oops (but not really) also just wrote quickly so if you see mistakes, what mistakes?

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“Sweetie?” You heard Stephen call from outside the bathroom. You wrapped yourself in a black robe before stepping out to meet him. 

“Stephen.” You gave him a smile, knowing full well that he had just been at Christine’s wedding. It was just last week you noticed a card sticking out from his coat pocket. Upon further inspection, you read it as an invitation card to Christine’s wedding. 

He rarely spoke of her with you, just saying she was an old co-worker who he used to date in his surgeon days. But a part you knew it was something more. From the broken watch he still wore on his arm, to this, you knew very well Christine wasn’t just some ex.

He moved across the room and hugged you tightly. You wondered if he had spoken to her today. If he felt a sense of regret letting her go seeing her in a white dress. If he even loved you. 

“I’ve missed you, sweetie.”

“Yeah? Busy day today?” You replied, trying to remain oblivious. He only nodded, dodging the question all together.

“Just needed to see you.” He kissed your cheek and rested his forehead against yours, holding you by your waist. You grazed your fingers against the side of his face, studying his features carefully. He took your head in his grasp, his fingers weaving through your hair before he kissed you. You leaned into him, submitting to his passionate kisses, moving your lips in tandem of his. 

Stephen pulled away slowly, looking down between you and moved his hands down to the knot at your bathrobe. He slowly loosened it, opening it with ease. He pushed his hands between the silk fabric and touched your bare skin. His warm touch always made you quiver slightly, which he was able to calm with his lips. He leaned down to place a soft kiss on your shoulder before moving his hand around your waist-  squeezing firmly. 

Stephen looked up at you with his cold, blue eyes. It expressed a particular longing expression- one of which you knew he wanted to take this further. He rested his forehead against yours once again as his hand slowly moved down from your stomach. Slow and careful until he brushed his middle finger against your sensitive bud. He pushed it back and forth, teasing your slit until you coated his fingers in your slick. He watched your every reaction intently, gauging when to slow or to move faster.

You bared your neck to him as your head fell back and let out a soft moan.  He continued his work between your legs, moving his lips to latch on your neck. His fingers thrummed against your clit, as they circled around it. 

With the other arm, Stephen wrapped it around your waist and lifted you up, placing you gently down on the bed. He pushed the robe off your shoulders, moving his lips down from your collarbone to your shoulders. He made sure both sides were taken care of, then helped you to lean back onto the bed. 

With a sudden change in pace, he quickly removed his clothes and got on top of you, spreading your legs wide with his knee and settling down between your legs. You looked up at him and saw a primal hunger on his face. Before you knew it, he was pushing his cock into you, desperate to be wrapped in your heat. And you let him. He grunted with every thrust, trying to chase his high. 

You reciprocated his hunger- hooking your legs behind his, pulling him close to you, wanting to be engulfed by him. Although, a part of you still hung on those questions but in this moment, it was only you and him.

He breathed against your temple, his breath hot and wet against your skin. You took his face in your hands, kissing his deeply, you took his bottom lip between your teeth and playfully bit it. This only made Stephen more lustful, his eyes growing darker as he claimed you. 

His movements started to become erratic, almost animalistic as he chased his release. His hold on your waist would probably leave bruises in the morning. The sweat that was beading above his brow fell onto you with every thrust.

He moaned and you could feel his cock throbbing inside you. After a couple more thrusts, he stilled and you could feel his cock twitching with every spurt of his cum.

“Oh fuck-“ He grunted through his teeth before collapsing on top of you. He kissed you messily before rolling off and settling by your side. 

You remained on your back, laying in the silence apart from heavy breaths. After a couple minutes, Stephen turned to you and smiled with closed eyes and an exhausted expression.

“I love you, y/n.” He spoke before drifting off. Your mind lingered on that statement, constantly fighting whether it was really true or not.

A flicker of doubt crossed your face, a silent reflection of the turmoil within your heart. Knowing his secret attendance at Christine's wedding had shattered the trust you had in him and made you question any authenticity of his past and future affections. 

Could you ever truly trust Stephen again? Or would the ghost of Christine forever haunt your relationship, a constant reminder of a love that never truly belonged to you?

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the cure

worst!logan x fem!reader, 1.3k SUMMARY: logan thinks about his relationship with you, and with a past like his, he doesn't take things for granted. WARNINGS/TAGS: SMUT—minors do not interact!!!, pre-established relationship and consent, reader is younger (maybe mid-late 20s) but who isn't younger than logan?, somnophilia, slight angst, dirty talk, body worship?, emotions, mainly written in logan's pov AUTHOR'S NOTE: i appreciate every reblog, follow, reply, what have you—thank you so much for letting me know you enjoyed my fic! <3

The dull noise of construction wakes him up in the morning. That’s New York City for you.

At first he thinks that he’s late for work. The sounds of a pile driver hammering into the ground, the to-and-fro of cranes and thuds of materials remind him of the place he’s supposed to go to for money—because of course it doesn’t matter that you’re torn and spat out into this universe from another and saved the timeline from the threat of non-existence.

You still gotta pay rent.

But the warmth next to him makes him remember. His eyes, opened with alertness, soften at the sight of you. Under the sheets, asleep, though you’ve moved slightly to get closer to him. As if he were some kind of magnetic rock and you’re the one with a metal skeleton. 

That’s right, he’s taken the day off today. And so did you. A small lift in his lips at the memory of how you excitedly told him you got a day off to match his. 

“Can we spend it together?” you asked gingerly, as if you needed to.

As if you hadn’t shared his bed in the last six months.

His lashes flutter as he blinks, drinking in the sight of you lying next to him. The blanket rustles as he moves to his side, an arm moving over you, fingers gently brushing hair out of your face.

When Wade introduced you to him not long into his life on a new Earth, he could feel the old grinding of gears kicking into motion. Endlessly slow and grating after being on a standstill for god knows how long, but he felt it nonetheless. You spurred a dangerous something in him that sat motionless in the bottom of his blackened heart. 

You became an object of held-back affection.

It remained that way for a long time: pining, yearning, longing from afar. He was a wounded animal nursing old scars—you would always approach with caution, and he would mostly allow you, but never too close. The relationship felt like a dance. A little shy, careful not to push too far. You on your tip-toes, him with tense hands.

Somewhere along the way, neither of you could take that anymore. 

A cord snaps, and when he finally let you in, it was with the intensity of the sun. You surrendered willingly, welcoming the way he traps you—his hands down the curve of your spine and bottom, words whispered into your ear (“This is what you do to me, darling”), the marks he leaves all over your skin. 

He made you his in one night. Hasn’t stopped doing so, and it’s been six months. 

Where he first claimed you with passion and pleasure, you claim him with a rising tide. Yes, he knows he's been ensnared since day one, but your presence floods him little by little. The meals you cook for him every now and then. The smell of your favorite detergent. How he’d catch you humming absentmindedly in the shower.

He’s drowning in you and he still wants more.

And he hasn’t always freely admitted it. His past wouldn’t let him, clinging onto his limbs like chains of heated tar. A slave to shame.

He isn’t supposed to be here. How could someone like him be allowed this? Be given a pretty young thing to share his bed with, who coos comforting words and runs her fingers through his hair when he wakes from a bad dream, who is kind and patient, who’s seen the shattered pieces and still wants to be with him?

Voices in his head derided: animal, coward, murderer. You don’t deserve her—

You are always the one who chases those thoughts away. Even these days, when they resurface in smaller, less harmful ways, you dutifully stamp each little doubt dead.

The hand drifts to your cheek, thumb slowly stroking your skin, careful to not wake you up as hazel eyes continue to watch you. Your breathing is slow and even, fast asleep.

How did he get so fucking lucky? An angel in his bed, wearing his old T-shirt.

A familiar need rises in him at the sight of your slightly parted lips. His thumb moves to brush against the plush of it, admiring them, the touch warming the blood in his veins.

You were so good for him last night.

Hot memories flash in his mind’s eye, the replayed scenes making his body react. How you moaned against his shoulder as he was on top of you, wanting and failing to keep quiet. How he made you forget about keeping quiet. The slight shade of pink your ass took after a spanking while he took you from behind. God, that view of your naked back, an empty canvas for his mouth to paint with dark marks.

And then there was the thing you said right before you fell asleep—the agreement you had with him, the words that gave him permission to take you again come morning, whether you’re awake or otherwise.

He huffs, feeling the discomfort of his own arousal.

You murmur, perhaps from the slight jostle of the bed as he shifts to tower atop you. Maybe it’s the morning, the warmth of sleep still enveloping your bodies, the fact that you let him do this that loosens his lips as they kiss your jaw, then neck, then collarbone. 

“What’d I do to deserve you, sweetheart?” 

His voice low as hands snake up your shirt, exposing your stomach, then your breasts. He swallows at the sight of the hickeys littering your chest and ribs—he enjoyed leaving them, but seeing them the next day is something else.

Delight as he smells arousal pooling between your legs, finger teasing your naked core—smart girl, letting him take what he needs easily. His hot mouth is on a hardened nipple, sucking needily, on his elbow holding him up, his other hand busying itself between your legs. A small noise escapes you that makes him shiver.

“Sweet thing,” he rasps, “let me take care of you.”

And he does. 

Slipping out of slumber, you find yourself moaning, voice husky from sleep, eyelids fluttering to find him between your legs as he busies himself in worship. Your chest heaves, breath getting heavier as dream and reality begins to merge. Your hand moves to his hair and he groans—not realizing he’s been craving for you to touch him.

“Logan…”

There it is, the sound of his salvation. His name is a plea on your lips, mounting higher and turning into a drawn out whine when he makes you come on his tongue, thighs tensing at the sides of his head. He doesn’t stop, lapping at you, large calloused hands caressing shaky legs and the fat of your hips. 

“Taste so good f’me, honey,” he growls, mouth still affixed to your core. “Gonna make you feel so good, ‘kay?”

You come a second time with a high-pitched mewl not too long after, this time with two fingers curled inside you. 

When he finally sinks his inches in, cock stretching your walls, he watches your face. He always does. This time, your eyes meet his, slightly groggy, but pupils dilated—an unmistakable desire for him. One that he mirrors in hazel eyes gone dark.

Bottoming out in you, he groans, hand gripping your hip. 

“So fucking tight. Made for me, huh?”

You pant, clenching around him at the sound of his voice.

This. This is what heals his hurt.

Each drag and slam of his length inside you, a balm to the scars. 

“Ngh—ah—”

Your sweet sounds of pleasure chases the voices in his head away, as if they never existed in the first place, as if there was ever only you.

“You have any idea how goddamn beautiful you are like this?” Lips against your ear, body crowding yours, feeling his breath as he pounds into you harder. 

“Ah, Logan, please…”

Your voice calling his name in a breathless exhale is a drug that makes him feel alive again. Makes him want to live again.

Truth be told, you never needed to beg. He’d give you anything you ask for. 

divider by cafekitsune. thank you!

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Stephen Strange +  spells/magic Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness (2022) dir. Sam Raimi

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Let Me Hear You

pairing: Pedro Pascal x Plus-Size/Curvy Reader

summary: A chance encounter at a BDSM club leads to a slow-burning, electric connection. As their nights together grow more intense, desire and trust begin to blur the lines between pleasure and something deeper. Word Count: 6.8K Tags: Heavy smut, BDSM themes, blindfold, restraints, spanking, flogging, orgasm denial, oral (f + m receiving), dirty talk, unprotected p in v, toy usage, praise/degradation, established kink consent, body worship, aftercare.

You step into the dimly lit club as midnight approaches, the heavy thrum of bass immediately pulsing through your body. The air is warm and tinged with the scent of amber and leather, matching the low red glow of lights that casts everything in a seductive haze.

You were dressed for the setting: a black strappy corset that hugged every curve of your body like it worshipped it, high-waisted mesh-paneled pants, and a bold red lip.

It had taken courage to come, but once you were here, something settled in your bones. Like you belonged.

The music is a hypnotic blend of synth and percussion, loud enough that conversation means leaning in close. You find an empty spot at the counter and order a drink, letting the music wash over you while you scan the room.

A playful guitar riff from a familiar song comes on, and you can’t help but smile to yourself. Joy Division’s “Love Will Tear Us Apart” – not a track you expected to hear in a place like this, but it sets the perfect mood.

You tap your fingers in time on the bar top, softly humming along. Suddenly, a warm voice speaks near your ear, just loud enough to cut through the music.

“You have good taste,” the man says, motioning to the ceiling where the speakers are hidden. “Not many people appreciate this song anymore.”

Startled, you turn to face him and are met with a pair of friendly brown eyes and a teasing smile. The club’s soft lights dance across strong features – scruffy salt-and-pepper stubble along a sharp jaw, tousled dark hair, and a presence that is immediately disarming and electric all at once.

It takes you a second to place him. Pedro Pascal, your mind registers with a jolt. You almost doubt yourself in the dark, but that distinctive, warm grin and the confident ease in his posture are unmistakable. For a split second you’re starstruck – you've admired him on screen for ages – but you quickly remind yourself to breathe. Here, he's just a gorgeous man in a bar making conversation.

You laugh softly, leaning against the bar as you recover from the surprise. "I could say the same. Joy Division in a club is a bold choice," you reply, raising your glass slightly in a toast to the DJ. "But I'm not complaining." Pedro clinks his own drink to yours. "To good music and unexpected company," he quips, eyes not leaving yours as you both take a sip.

He sat down beside you like he’d been invited by fate.

The conversation flows easily from there, starting with music. It turns out you share an affinity for 80s post-punk and alternative rock. He grins with genuine enthusiasm when you mention your love for The Cure and Depeche Mode, and soon you're comparing favorite albums. The bond over music comes naturally, each shared reference and passion forming a crackle of connection between you.

The longer you talk, the closer Pedro shifts toward you, drawn in by the mutual excitement. The club around you fades slightly out of focus; the only thing in sharp detail is him – the way his eyes light up when you make a witty retort, and the subtle, crooked smile that tugs at his lips every time you surprise him with another common interest.

As the minutes pass, your initial nervousness melts away, replaced by a warm glow fueled by both the alcohol and Pedro’s undivided attention. He is charismatic in a quiet way, not the boisterous type you often encounter at bars. Instead, he listens intently when you speak, and his responses are thoughtful, laced with a flirty edge that makes your stomach flutter.

You notice the way he occasionally glances down at your body appreciatively, though he is nothing but gentlemanly in his words. It's in those brief, heated glances – a sweeping look at the curve of your hips, or the way his gaze lingers on the swell of your breasts beneath your top – that you sense a deeper interest than just friendly conversation. Each time, he meets your eyes again and smirks as if he knows exactly what he’s doing, and you feel your skin flush warm under his gaze.

When you tease him about one of his movie roles, a playful glint sparks in your eyes – your little hint of brattiness showing itself.

"I hope you dance better than you did in that one scene," you jibe lightly, referencing a comedic moment from one of his projects with a grin.

He lets out a surprised laugh, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, you caught that, did you?" he says with mock chagrin. He steps a half-step closer, close enough that your shoulder brushes against his chest. "I promise I'm much better with my moves in real life." The double entendre in his words is unmistakable, and paired with that low, honeyed tone of his voice, it sends a thrill up your spine.

You raise your chin a little in challenge, eyes sparkling. "Is that so? Maybe I'll have to see for myself." It's bold – the words just slip out – but judging by the way Pedro’s smile darkens into something more primal, it was exactly the right thing to say.

He tilts his head, studying you for a moment with that intense gaze. "Careful," he murmurs. "I might hold you to that." His fingers lightly brush the back of your hand resting on the bar, a brief test of boundaries that leaves tingles in their wake. You feel your breath catch, heart skipping a beat at the contact and at the promise woven into his words.

Before you can respond, the DJ transitions into another track – this time something more industrial with a throbbing beat that vibrates through the floor. The crowd cheers and some people head to the dance floor.

 Pedro’s attention flickers toward the dancing bodies and back to you. He leans in, lips near your ear so you can hear him over the music. "Do you want to dance?" he asks. His breath is warm against your ear, and the closeness makes you shiver pleasantly.

You nod, taking his hand as he offers it. The air between you is charged as he leads you to where others have started moving.

The music is dark and sensual, and Pedro wastes no time finding a rhythm with you. His hands slide to your waist, fingers splaying just above the curve of your hips, and you automatically move in closer. Your bodies find a slow, grinding sway to the music. With him behind you, you can feel the heat radiating off his body and the solid firmness of his chest as it presses against your back. The intimacy of the position sends your pulse racing.

His thigh slips between yours from behind as you move, allowing you to rub against it slightly with each sway. You let out a soft, involuntary gasp at the friction. Pedro hears it; you feel the rumble of a satisfied growl low in his throat as he tightens his grip on your hips, guiding you to grind just a little harder.

"That's it," he murmurs close to you, the encouragement almost lost in the music, but you catch it. One of his hands skims up your side, trailing the outline of your curves. He’s testing the waters, seeing how you respond, and your body answers for you by arching into his touch.

The club lights flash intermittently, and in those flickers you catch sight of his face over your shoulder. His eyes are half-lidded, focused on you with open desire now, and his lips are parted as if savoring the moment. You realize you're wearing an almost identical expression – completely caught up in the heat that's building between you two on the dance floor.

When his hand daringly grazes the side of your breast, you respond with a playful wiggle of your hips against him, earning a sharp inhale from Pedro. He chuckles low in your ear. "Brat," he whispers, the word dripping with amusement and a hint of warning. The label sends a flush of both embarrassment and excitement through you. You like that he’s noticing your teasing, and that he's calling you out on it in such a delicious way.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," you reply innocently, turning your head so that your cheek nearly brushes against his lips. The coy tone in your voice is belied by the mischievous grin you can't hide.

Pedro just shakes his head with a soft laugh, and then you feel the gentle scrape of his teeth as he nips lightly at the curve where your neck meets your shoulder. The sensation draws a surprised moan from you before you can stop it. The spot he bit tingles, and you suspect he might have left a faint mark. His tongue swiftly follows to soothe the spot, a silent apology that only stokes the fire inside you.

He presses a kiss to your neck, lips warm and lingering as the song continues to envelop you both. "You drive a hard bargain," he murmurs against your skin, his voice rougher now with arousal. "I was going to behave myself a little longer, but you're making that very difficult."

There's a tension in his tone – restrained, as if he's holding himself back. That realization sends a thrill through you: the knowledge that he wants you, that you're tempting him to lose composure.

By the time the track ends, you are both breathing a little harder, and not from the dancing alone. The air between you is thick with lust and unspoken possibilities. Pedro gently turns you to face him. His hands remain on your waist, thumbs rubbing slow circles that make it hard to think straight.

“You come here to watch?” he asked, voice low and edged with something darker. “Or to play?”

You met his gaze and smiled slowly. “Maybe both.”

He stood, offered a hand. “There’s a room in the back. Private. Stocked.” His eyes flicked down to your lips, then back up. “Let me take care of you tonight. Show you how good it can feel.”

You barely remembered the walk—just the pressure of his palm on your lower back, the faint scent of tobacco and leather clinging to him, the heat curling low in your stomach.

Your heart is pounding with excitement and a touch of nerves as Pedro leads you down a short hallway to one of the private rooms. The hall is quieter, muffling the club music to a dull thump behind closed doors.

At a discrete black door with the number 7 on it, Pedro pauses and turns to you, his eyes serious for a moment beneath the lust.

"Before we go in," he says quietly, "you can say no at any time. If you change your mind, just tell me and we stop. Okay?" His expression is earnest, and the fact that he's checking in so considerately makes you melt a little.

Your pulse flutters. You nod, appreciating the care. "Okay," you reply softly. "I'll tell you if I want to stop." The hint of a grateful smile touches his lips, and he squeezes your hand. With that reassurance, he opens the door and ushers you inside.

The room was dim, backlit by soft amber lights. A four-poster bed sat in the center, draped in black. Shelves lined with implements: paddles, floggers, ropes, blindfolds, clips, vibrators. Like a curated museum of sin.

He turned to face you, brushing his knuckles down your cheek. “Color system?”

“Green,” you whispered.

“Safe word?”

You told him, and he kissed the corner of your mouth like a reward.

“Clothes off. Slow. I want to watch.”

You undressed under his gaze, heart hammering. When the corset finally slid off, baring your full curves to him, his eyes darkened.

“Fucking beautiful,” he murmured, stepping forward to kneel in front of you. His hands gripped your thighs, pressing kisses along your hips, your belly, before spreading you open and burying his face between your legs.

You cried out, one hand bracing on the bedpost, the other tangled in his hair. His tongue was relentless—broad strokes, focused flicks, slow circles that teased your clit just shy of what you needed. He pulled back when you were right there, his lips slick with you.

“You don’t come until I say. Understand?”

You nodded, breathless.

“No, baby. Say it.”

“I won’t come until you say,” you gasped.

“Good girl.” he praises, and your heart skips at the warmth those words ignite in you.

You suspect he can feel the way you shiver at the praise because he smirks knowingly and leans down to kiss you again. As he does, his hand reaches above your head. You hear a soft clink of metal on wood – likely him grabbing something from the headboard or a nearby hook.

He breaks the kiss and you feel the cool touch of leather encircling one wrist, then a soft click – a cuff fastening. Your pulse quickens as he gently but firmly pulls your other wrist up and secures it as well.

You test your arms and find them bound together by what feels like a short bar or strap, and attached to the headboard. Excitement and a tiny bit of panic intermingle, but mostly it's a heady rush to know you're now effectively at his mercy.

You felt vulnerable and feral all at once.

Pedro’s voice was close, teasing your ear. “You look like a fucking goddess tied up like this. All curves and heat and need.”

The first slap of the flogger made you jolt. Not pain—more of a sting, a delicious bite that spread like heat across your skin. He struck you again. And again. Each one met with a moan that made him growl.

“You take it so well,” he murmured. “I can see you dripping from here.

He sits back on his heels between your legs for a moment to admire his handiwork: you, naked and bound beneath him, chest heaving with anticipation.

"You look incredible like this," Pedro says, voice rough. He runs his hands from your wrists down the length of your arms, then over your collarbones. The lightest touch, yet it leaves a trail of goosebumps. "All mine," he adds, almost to himself, as his hands travel further down. They glide over the soft swell of your breasts, thumbs teasing your nipples again briefly, then continue down your torso.

When his palms flatten against your belly, you tense slightly out of habit, but his touch there is warm and appreciative. He notices your reaction and meets your eyes, pausing his exploration.

"You're so damn sexy," he says fervently. "Every part of you."

To prove his point, he lowers himself and presses slow, sucking kisses across your belly, showing extra attention to the parts you feel shy about.

Each kiss is like a balm, erasing a bit of your insecurity. You can only whimper and arch under him, any self-conscious thoughts drowned out by the pleasure of his lips on your skin.

His mouth continues its journey downward, and your breath hitches as he approaches your aching center. He shifts, hooking your thighs over his broad shoulders.

Instinctively, you try to close your legs at the intensity of the anticipation, but the position and his grip prevent it.

 "Easy," he soothes, planting a soft kiss on the inside of your thigh. "I’ve got you."

And then he reaches over to the nightstand and grabs something – a soft black silk blindfold. You hadn't even noticed it laying there. He holds it up briefly as if to show you.

"This okay?" he asks, the final check. Your heart is in your throat with excitement as you nod.

"Yes, please," you manage to say. The idea of surrendering your sight to him sends another pulse of arousal through you.

Gently, he slips the blindfold over your eyes and ties it snugly at the back of your head. The world goes dark. Immediately, your senses heighten; you can hear your own breathing and the distant muffled bass from the club outside, feel the slight coolness of the room on your heated skin, and smell the subtle mix of your arousal and his scent (a mix of his cologne, woodsy and spice, and the musk of sweat from your heated activities).

The bed dips as he settles back between your legs and you feel his hands on your knees, sliding up to part your thighs further. You are completely exposed to him, blind and bound. The vulnerability is intense, but instead of fear, you feel exhilaration. Every nerve is on fire waiting for his next touch.

His fingertips trace feather-light patterns along your inner thighs, avoiding the place you need him most, and it's maddening. You let out a soft whine, lifting your hips a little, silently begging. He chuckles darkly.

 "So eager," he murmurs. A smack lands on your outer thigh – not too hard, but enough to make you gasp. "Stay still, cariño," he growls, the dominant edge in his voice unmistakable now. "I'll give you what you need. Be patient for me."

You bite your lip hard, trying to obey, trying to still the trembling of your thighs. But he isn't making it easy.

You feel the bed shift as he lowers himself, and then – oh god – the first hot, broad lick of his tongue up your slit. A cry tears from your throat at the sudden jolt of pleasure. He groans against you, apparently enjoying your taste as much as you enjoy his tongue.

He starts slow, languidly exploring your folds with his mouth, teasing every sensitive spot except the one you want him to focus on most. He avoids your clit at first, licking around it in cruel teasing circles, making your hips twitch upward seeking friction.

He notices and one strong arm comes across your hips, pinning you down firmly against the mattress. "I said stay still," Pedro admonishes between kisses against your inner lips, voice vibrating directly against your core.

The sensation makes you moan wantonly. You force yourself to still your hips, gripping the cuffs binding your wrists to give yourself something to hold onto.

"Good girl," he purrs, and rewards you by finally wrapping his lips around your clit. The suction and the sudden flick of his tongue over that bundle of nerves make you nearly scream.

Only the awareness that there are other rooms and people beyond the wall keeps you to a loud cry. Pleasure radiates outward from your center, and your toes curl in your heels as he works you with expert attention.

Pedro feasts on you like a man starving, alternating between suckling your clit and dipping his tongue inside your entrance to lap at the flood of arousal there. The lewd wet sounds of his mouth on you and your own helpless moans fill the room, an erotic symphony accompanying the distant bass.

Your world narrows to just these sensations – the heat coiling in your belly, the pressure building inside as he relentlessly pleasures you. He slides two fingers into you without warning, and they slip in easily with how wet you are. He curls them just right, finding that spongy spot inside that makes you cry out his name.

"That's it," he mutters against your clit, voice rough. "Moan for me. Let me hear how good I'm making you feel." You oblige with another loud moan, no longer caring who might hear. He pumps his fingers steadily, a firm rhythm that has you hurtling towards climax faster than you expected.

Your breathing turns ragged, thighs quivering around his head. You can feel the orgasm approaching, a tightening low in your belly.

"Pedro," you gasp, a warning, as your muscles start to clench around his thrusting fingers. "I-I'm gonna—"

Suddenly, he withdraws his fingers and mouth completely, pulling away from you. The loss of contact is so abrupt, it's like a bucket of cold water. The almost-orgasm that was within reach shatters and dissipates, leaving you on a cruel edge.

A firm slap to your thigh. “No. Not yet.”

You sob in frustration at the denial, hips bucking upward desperately, trying to chase his mouth. But his arm still pins your pelvis down and now his other hand comes to press on your inner thigh, keeping you spread but offering no relief.

You whined, hips bucking. He chuckled, low and dark.

"Not yet, hermosa," Pedro tuts. His voice is smug and dripping with control. "You were going to come without permission." Even though you can't see him, you just know he's watching you with that infuriatingly sexy smirk, enjoying the way you squirm.

You whine, nearly a wail, and tug at your restraints. It’s half reflex, half hoping maybe you could free a hand to finish yourself because you're throbbing with need. But the cuffs hold firm. "Please," you manage, your voice high and needy. "Please, I need—"

A sharp slap lands right on your swollen clit, shocking you. It wasn't very hard, more surprising than painful, but it makes you yelp and instantly silences your begging. Your clit throbs from the light impact, somehow adding to the overwhelming cocktail of sensations rather than diminishing it.

"What did I say about patience?" Pedro growls. He's still between your legs; you can feel his hot breath against your overstimulated center.

"You'll come when I let you, understand?" His tone is commanding, the rough Dominant you sensed in him fully present now. Yet beneath it there's a thread of care – he wants you to feel good, just on his terms.

You nod frantically, forgetting for a moment that he might want a verbal answer since you’re blindfolded. "Y-yes, sir," you stammer automatically. The honorific slips out without thinking, but it feels right on your tongue.

He inhales sharply, clearly affected by the title you granted him. "Good girl," he rumbles, and you practically preen at the praise despite your predicament. "Let's see if you can control yourself for me. If you do..." He trails a finger teasingly through your slick folds, avoiding your clit this time. "I'll make sure your mind blanks out from how hard you come. That's a promise."

His words alone send a thrill through you. You nod again, biting your lip. "I’ll be good," you breathe. "I promise."

"That's what I like to hear," Pedro says. Then, to your surprise, you feel him shift away.

The weight on the bed changes as he moves, and you hear the soft rustle of him removing his jeans and perhaps his boxers. Your heart jumps at the realization that he's undressing; soon you'll feel him skin to skin.

You strain to hear any little sound – a zipper, fabric hitting the floor – and your anticipation spikes knowing he's likely naked now, or nearly so.

The next thing you feel is the bed dipping again and the heat of his body covering yours as he returns to you.

His mouth captures yours in a ravenous kiss. You can taste yourself on his lips and chin, an erotic reminder of what he was just doing to you. The kiss is bruising and hungry; you return it with equal passion, tongues tangling.

His bare chest is pressed to yours, the hair on his torso tickling your sensitive nipples as you arch into him. God, the feeling of his warm, solid body on top of you when you can't use your hands to touch him back – it's a special kind of torment.

You instinctively spread your legs wider to accommodate him between them, and you feel the hard length of his cock brush against your inner thigh, so close to where you need it.

A moan slips from you into his mouth at the tease of contact. You want to see him badly – to take in the sight of his naked form and the lust on his face – but the blindfold forces you to experience it differently, focusing on sound, touch, and taste. In some ways, it's even more intense this way. Every brush of his skin, every breathy sound he makes is magnified.

"You want me inside you, don't you?" Pedro husks against your lips as he breaks the kiss. He starts kissing along your jaw and down your neck again, his hips grinding slowly, letting the tip of his cock slide through your slick folds without entering. It's a tantalizing preview that has you trembling.

"Yes," you gasp, back arching as he teases your entrance. "Please, Pedro... I want you. I need you."

He groans softly at your plea, clearly stoking his ego and desire. "You feel how hard I am for you?" he whispers, shifting to rub the head of his cock against your clit once, making you both moan.

He's indeed rock hard, and you can tell he's of considerable size. The thought of that thickness stretching you makes your walls flutter in anticipation.

"Condom?" he asks suddenly, voice strained like it's taking all his self-control not to just take you right now.

"Please... I- I'm on the pill," you manage, desperate for him not to stop and break this momentum. And you trust him; after all, he's been responsible in everything so far tonight, and you find yourself willing to take this pleasure raw.

He growls in appreciation, understanding your meaning. "Good girl."

The tip of his cock finds your entrance and he begins to push in slowly. Both of you gasp – you, at the stretching burn as your body adjusts to him, and him, at the sheer tight heat of you enveloping him inch by inch. Even with how wet you are, the girth of him is a delicious challenge.

He pauses once the tip is in, to let you catch your breath. "Relax, baby," he murmurs, kissing the corner of your mouth sweetly, a tender contrast to the filthy act of him breaching you. "You can take it."

You nod, forcing yourself to unclench, to breathe. He circles his hips a little, working himself deeper, then pulls back a touch, then slides in further.

Inch by inch, he works his cock into you, carefully but persistently, until finally, with a low groan, he bottoms out. He is seated fully inside you, his hips flush with yours.

The fullness is overwhelming – bordering on too much – but then your body adjusts and it transforms into an incredible sense of being completely filled, utterly possessed.

You cry out at the sensation, head thrown back; if not for the cuffs you'd be clawing at his back. "Oh my god..." you whimper. "Pedro..." His name on your lips comes out half-sob, half-moan. He stills, buried deep, allowing you to accommodate him. You feel so stretched, so vulnerable, tied up and blindfolded with this large man inside you. And you feel amazing.

He kisses you softly, tenderly, lingering for a long moment while you both just revel in the feeling. His hand finds yours, fingers entwining in a reassuring squeeze above your head. It's oddly sweet and grounding in the midst of such raw passion. "Doing okay?" he asks, slightly breathless.

You manage a smile between panting breaths. "More than okay," you assure him. "Please move." You roll your hips a little to emphasize your need, earning a hiss of pleasure from him as your movement squeezes him inside you.

"As you wish," he replies, and you can hear a smile in his tone.

He withdraws slowly until just the tip remains inside, then thrusts back in with a controlled, firm stroke. The friction of him dragging against your inner walls makes stars explode behind your eyelids. You choke out a moan. He starts a steady rhythm then – pulling out and sliding back in, gradually increasing the pace as he gauges your reactions.

His hands grip your hips, fingers digging into your soft flesh as he picks up speed. The bed creaks softly with the force of his thrusts now. The room fills with an erotic melody: your helpless cries and gasps, his ragged grunts, the slap of skin on skin as his hips meet your thighs. He pounds into you, each stroke hitting deep and rubbing that perfect spot inside that makes you see white-hot pleasure.

Your bound hands clench uselessly above you, desperate to cling to something. The coil in your belly that had been wound tight from earlier starts tightening again quickly – too quickly. You realize with a start that you're already on the brink from how expertly he's fucking you, combined with the earlier denial. And he hasn't given you permission yet.

Desperately, you try to hold back, to last longer. But Pedro knows. He can feel the way your pussy is fluttering and clenching erratically around him as your body races toward release.

He slows his thrusts deliberately, grinding into you deeply but more slowly, holding you just at the edge. It's agony and ecstasy. You actually sob, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes under the blindfold from the intensity of needing to come so badly.

"P-please... please, sir," you beg in a broken whisper, not caring how desperate you sound. "I c-can't... please let me cum."

Pedro lowers himself onto his forearms, changing the angle slightly as his face comes right next to yours. His thrusts remain slow and torturous. His breath is hot on your ear as he speaks, voice gravelly with restraint.

"You want to cum, sweet girl?" he drawls, licking a stripe up the side of your neck that makes you shudder. "You've been so good for me... took your spanking so well, let me tie you up and use you... such a perfect little submissive."

His words are like fire, each one fueling your desire. You nod frantically, a tear finally escaping down your cheek from sheer overwhelming need.

He kisses that tear away softly, a brief tender gesture that contrasts with the edgy control he's exerting. "Shh, don't cry. I'll take care of you," he whispers, and those words themselves feel as comforting as a caress. "You want to cum?" he repeats, speeding up just a fraction, his hips snapping a little harder into yours again. "Then cum for me. Come on, baby, let go. You've earned it."

The permission – so graciously given in that rough, sexy voice – is all you needed. You don't hold back; you can't at this point even if you tried. Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave.

You let out a wail as your entire body tenses, then shatters into pure ecstasy. Your pussy clenches violently around Pedro’s cock, pulsing in waves as you cum harder than you ever have in your life. Pleasure ribbons out from your core to every limb. It's so intense, it's almost overwhelming – tears leak from your eyes beneath the blindfold as you sob through the euphoria.

"That's it... fuck, yes, that's it!" Pedro groans. Feeling you cum pushes him right to the edge. He curses under his breath in a mix of English and Spanish, his control finally shattering. With a few more hard thrusts, he holds himself deep inside you and lets go.

His body shudders above you as he releases, hot spurts filling you as he moans your name. The sensation of him coming inside only prolongs your orgasm; you swear you feel each pulse of him as another aftershock ripples through your own body.

He collapses against you, catching most of his weight on his elbows so he doesn't crush you completely, but enough that you feel deliciously pinned by his spent body. Both of you are gasping for air, trembling in the aftermath.

Your heart feels like it's pounding in your throat, and your limbs are heavy and boneless in the wake of such an intense climax. You distantly note that your cheeks are wet from a few tears, but you're too blissed-out to care or feel self-conscious.

For a long moment, the only sound is the mingled panting of your breaths and the muted bass from outside. Still blindfolded and bound, you float in a haze of satisfaction. Pedro peppers soft, lazy kisses along your jaw and neck as you both come down, murmuring praise between each one.

"You did so well," he whispers, voice hoarse but gentle. "So perfect, cariño."

Each word of praise warms your chest with a different kind of pleasure – pride, contentment, even love. With your hands still bound, you can only tilt your head toward his kisses, silently showing your appreciation.

Eventually, he gently withdraws from your oversensitive body, making you both hiss at the aftershocks. You feel suddenly empty without him, but the loss is soon replaced by gratitude as he moves swiftly to untie your wrists.

The leather cuffs come loose and your arms are finally free. They ache dully from being restrained in one position for so long. You flex your fingers, and before you can even wince at the soreness, Pedro's hands are there rubbing your wrists softly, massaging away any stiffness.

He reaches behind your head and carefully unties the blindfold, pulling it away from your eyes. You blink a few times, adjusting to the low light.

The first thing you see is his face hovering above yours, concern evident in his furrowed brow. His hair is a sweaty mess, curls sticking to his forehead, and his lips are kiss-swollen. To you, he’s never looked more gorgeous.

"Hi," you whisper with a tired smile, meeting his gaze.

He smiles back, relief and tenderness in his expression. "Hi, hermosa." He brushes his thumbs over your cheeks, wiping away the wetness there. "These okay? Not tears of anything bad?" he asks softly, referring to the tears you shed at the peak of it all.

You shake your head, leaning into his touch. "They were... very good tears," you assure him with a soft laugh. "That was just... intense." A flush warms your face as you recall how desperate and loud you got. "In a good way," you add quickly, not wanting him to worry.

His shoulders relax and he chuckles quietly. "Intense is one word for it." He leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your lips, this time slow and sweet – a stark contrast to the feral kisses from before. You sigh contentedly into it, wrapping your now-free arms around him to hold him close.

You both linger like that for a while, trading soft kisses and tender touches as you bask in the afterglow. Pedro’s hands roam over you in light caresses, as if he can't get enough of touching your body – but now those touches are soothing, affectionate strokes along your sides, your hips, your thighs. He handles you like something precious, and it makes your chest tight with a warm emotion that goes beyond simple lust.

At one point he breaks the comfortable silence, murmuring, "Stay here, I'll be right back." He slips off the bed, and you watch, unabashedly admiring the full view of his naked form as he walks to a small en-suite bathroom attached to the room.

The red light bathes his muscular back and perfect ass in a flattering glow. You bite your lip, already feeling a pleasant ache between your legs that will no doubt remind you of him for days.

Pedro returns with a warm, damp washcloth and a bottle of water. Ever thoughtful, he tends to you first, gently cleaning the stickiness from between your thighs and wherever else the evidence of your lovemaking lingers.

His touch is careful and respectful, almost reverent as he cleans you, making sure not to overstimulate now-sensitive areas. It’s such an intimate, caring gesture that your heart swells. When he’s done, he helps you sit up enough to take a few sips of water, making sure you're hydrated and okay. You murmur a thank you, touched by his attentiveness.

He then quickly sees to himself with the cloth, wiping his lower abdomen and any remaining wetness. Afterwards, he tosses the cloth aside and joins you back on the bed, pulling you into his arms without hesitation.

You go willingly, nestling against his chest. He’s warm and solid, and his natural scent mixed with a hint of sweat is oddly comforting in the aftermath of sex. One of his arms wraps around your back, the other hand comes up to stroke your hair.

"You alright?" he asks softly after a moment, breaking the comfortable silence. There’s a hint of vulnerability in his tone, as if he's truly concerned that he might have been too rough or that you might regret this.

You tilt your head up to meet his gaze. His brown eyes search yours, and all you can see in them now is a gentle earnestness that makes you smile. "I'm perfect," you reply, and you mean it. "That was... beyond anything I imagined." A light laugh escapes you. "You, Pedro Pascal, definitely live up to your reputation."

He laughs at that, a real, warm laugh that rumbles in his chest under your cheek. "Oh? And what reputation is that?"

You pretend to consider, your fingers idly tracing patterns on his chest. "Heartthrob. Charmer. And, based on tonight... very skilled." The last part you add in a teasing whisper, and you feel his chest vibrate as he chuckles again.

"I'm glad I haven't disappointed," he says, tilting your chin up with a knuckle so he can steal another soft kiss. His expression grows a bit more serious afterward, thumb brushing over your bottom lip. "You were amazing. So responsive and trusting." He smirks then, adding, "And just the right amount of bratty."

You giggle, feeling heat rise in your cheeks at his praise. A comfortable lull falls between you as you both simply enjoy the closeness. It's surprising, perhaps, how natural it feels to lie here in the arms of a man you technically just met tonight.

But something about the intensity of what you shared feels bonding – as if you've known each other longer. The way he's holding you, warm and protective, you certainly feel cared for.

Eventually, you know you'll have to leave the room and step back into reality. But for now, wrapped up in this sensual afterglow, you allow yourself to just be. You pepper a tiny kiss on his collarbone and sigh happily, closing your eyes.

Pedro shifts slightly, reaching up to brush a strand of hair away from your face. "Penny for your thoughts?" he asks quietly.

You smile against his skin. "Just thinking how I don't want this night to end," you admit softly. It's a vulnerable confession, but in this red-lit cocoon of a private room, with your body still humming from multiple orgasms and your heart fluttering with endorphins, it feels right to be honest.

He pulls you a little tighter, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "It doesn't have to, not yet," he murmurs. "We have the room for as long as we want." There's a comforting promise in his tone.

You tilt your head up. "As long as we want, hm?" You raise an eyebrow playfully. "Planning to keep me all night?"

His eyes darken a fraction, that familiar smolder returning just a bit. "If I had my way, I'd keep you much longer." He says it with a half-smile, but you sense the sincerity beneath it. "At least until we work through that entire wall of toys." He nods toward the array of BDSM implements displayed, a mischievous glint in his eye now.

Your breath catches at the idea, a fresh flicker of arousal stirring in your belly despite your satiation. You laugh softly, feigning exasperation. "Insatiable," you accuse, but your grin gives you away.

He laughs and nuzzles into your hair. "For you? Absolutely." Then he takes a deep breath, voice turning earnest once more.

"I'd love to see you again after tonight... if you want." The hint of uncertainty – almost shyness – in his proposition is endearing coming from a man who just had you tied up and screaming his name.

You answer by lifting up enough to kiss him deeply, pouring your gratitude and enthusiasm into it. When you part, you whisper, "I do want." You rest your forehead against his, smiling. "Maybe we can explore that list of favorite bands we talked about over drinks, and then some."

The grin that spreads across Pedro's face is radiant. "It's a date," he says softly, sealing the promise with another tender kiss.

Later, wrapped in his arms, the room still scented like sex and skin and sweat, he kissed your shoulder and said softly, “Next time, I’m tying myself up. Let you have your way.”

You smirked. “You wouldn’t last five minutes.”

His laugh was pure sin. “Now that sounds like a challenge.”

AN: This.... ended up a LOT longer than anticipated. Huge love to all my plus-size babes—you deserve to be worshipped and ruined just like this. 💋 There’s definitely potential for a part 2 👀 I’m already thinking about what happens after this night. Let me know if you’d want to see it continue!

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Stephen Strange x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Why was he jealous you were dating Bucky? You were just friends. Granted you were friends who had woken up in each other’s beds, but you were just friends. So why does he feel sick thinking about you in Bucky's bed?

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Sinister Strange x Reader, Stephen Strange x Reader

Awoken from sleep by the teasing kisses of your sorcerer, but one look in his eyes tells you something is off. Is he really your Stephen Strange? Or is he something more sinister?

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President Jed Bartlet vs. Loki in the US Presidential election.

Chapter 1 - “Off To The Races”

Chapter 2 - “The Interview”

Chapter 3 - “The First Debate”

Chapter 4 - “We've Got A Problem”

Chapter 5 - “The Second Debate”

Chapter 6 - “A Stranger To The Rescue”

Chapter 7 - “The Third Debate”

Chapter 8 - “Election Night”

Chapter 9 - "What's Next?"

Loki's Magical Kingdom

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Disney's newest prince is ready to corrupt his new kingdom's princesses & maybe some of the other princes.

1/Intro - "A New Prince In The Kingdom"

One Shots/Headcanons/Drabbles

❤️= fluff, 🔥= smut/NSFW, ⛈= angst

Deserve Better ❤🔥- Another blow to your confidence tips you over the edge when a guy ditches you. Bucky is determined to show you that you derserve so much better.

Not The Boogeyman ❤⛈ - You're excited to share your favorite time of year with Bucky, but the Boogeyman isn't ever too far from his mind.

Party For Two ❤🔥- You & Bucky discuss what he wants to do for his birthday & what he wants as his present.

Headcanon - The Golden Girls ❤️

Headcanon - S/O having surgery ❤⛈

Dirty A-Z Headcanons - A & C, Q ❤🔥

Short Drabbles - #1, ❤🔥⛈

Dirty A-Z Headcanons - H & V ❤🔥

Headcanon - S/O having surgery ❤⛈

Headcanon - S/O having surgery ❤⛈

Sacrifices - Part 1 ❤🔥⛈ - Stephen gave up the time stone to save you & your son, but how can you possibly go on without him?

Sacrifices - Part 2 ❤⛈- The time heist has worked & brought Stephen back to you, but at what cost?

Sacrifices - Part 3 ❤🔥⛈ - You & Stephen finally get some alone time together until Steve has something important to tell you.

Headcanon - The Golden Girls ❤️

Headcanon - S/O having surgery ❤⛈

Always The Easy Part ❤⛈ - Meeting your parents doesn't go as planned.

COVID Cuddles ❤️⛈ - You are sick with COVID-19 and missing Stephen's cuddles

Doctor's Orders 🔥- The Doctor will see you now. A fantasy request from your boyfriend leaves you with an ache only he can fix.

Four Of A Kind 🔥- They were driving you crazy in more ways than one. There does seem to be one thing they agree on though... they all want you.

Man On A Mission ❤🔥- Once Stephen Strange set his mind to something he was going to get it done. Why should getting you pregnant be any different?

Man On A Mission - Part 2 ❤🔥- Stephen is over the moon with your pregnancy and how your body has changed.

Not Very Good At Subtle 🔥- When another woman flirts with Stephen you give him a reason to remember exactly who he's going home with & you don't care who overhears it.

Sacrifices - Part 1 ❤🔥⛈ - Stephen gave up the time stone to save you & your son, but how can you possibly go on without him?

Sacrifices - Part 2 ❤⛈ - The time heist has worked & brought Stephen back to you, but at what cost?

Sacrifices - Part 3 ❤🔥⛈ - You & Stephen finally get some alone time together until Steve has something important to tell you.

So Close, Yet So Far 🔥- Facing another night alone thinking about you, Stephen decides to snoop in alternate relationships with you, only to find one that makes him want you even more.

So Close, Yet So Far - Part 2 ❤🔥- After seeing you two could live happily ever after, Stephen confesses his true feelings for you. Will you feel the same?

Worth The Wait ❤🔥⛈ - Defender Strange learns about your past and earns your virginity.

Yes Doctor 🔥- You play naughty nurse to the great Doctor Strange. Are you good enough at your job or does he have to find another use for you?

Fluffy Sinister Strange Masterlist ❤🔥⛈ - Can be read as series or one shots

Headcanon - Back rubs & massages ❤

Headcanon - Crush on a friend ❤

Headcanon - One bed trope ❤🔥

Headcanon - Response to accidently sending him a naughty photo ❤🔥

Headcanon - The date after the photo incident ❤🔥

Headcanon - With an artsy S/O ❤

Headcanon - Superhero Fantasy ❤

Headcanon - S/O having surgery ❤⛈

Short Drabbles - #1, #2, #3, #4, #5, #6, #7 ❤🔥⛈

Strange Variants Headcanon - Morning or Evening Sex 🔥

Strange Variants Headcanon - Dom, Sub, or Switch 🔥

Strange Variants Headcanon - Pet Names ❤🔥

NSFW Alphabet - Defender Strange🔥

NSFW Alphabet - Sinister Strange🔥

Headcanon - S/O having surgery ❤⛈

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Pairings: Sinister Stephen Strange x Reader, Doctor Stephen Strange x Reader

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - fingering, dubious consent, deception, manipulation, breeding kink, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex, dirty talk, pet names, jealousy, language, toxic relationship, kinda cheating?, Stockholm syndrome, unplanned pregnancy, kidnapping, canon level fighting/violence, mention of pregnancy complications (minor)

Part 1 - Awoken from sleep by the teasing kisses of your sorcerer, but one look in his eyes tells you something is off. Is he really your Stephen Strange? Or is he something more sinister?

Part 2 - Much to your surprise, & Stephen's, you discover you are pregnant. With twins. As the pregnancy progresses you start to feel everything is not as it seems.

Part 3 - Wanda brings what she saw to Stephen & Wong. What will happen when the man in your dreams tells you who he really is?

Part 4 - You begin to settle into your new universe while the others plan your rescue & make an important revelation to Stephen.

Part 5 - (Coming Soon)

Alternate Ending Part 5 - (Coming Soon)

Epilogue - (Coming Soon)

Extra fun things:

NSFW Alphabet -Sinister Stephen Strange x Reader

Moodboard - based on your relationship with Sinister Strange

Playlist - songs picked specifalcally to describe Sinister Stange & his intentions

Poll regarding baby gender - vote on what you want the 2 Strange's & the Reader to have

Poll regarding Strange outcome - vote on which Strange the reader should end up with

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One Night Repair

A/N: Hey so I've had this idea of !WorstWolverine meeting someone at a bar and having really aggressive sex to blow off steam... it gets pretty cute at the end in my opinion so I hope you like it. Takes place post time ripper.

pair: Worst!Logan Howlett x f!reader

word count: 5.3k

Summary: You meet Logan at a bar, and he ends up wrecking your apartment. You'd usually object in the morning but... he had something else in mind.

contains: 18+ SMUT MDNI, swearing, p in v, creampie, fingering (fem! receiving), light choking, multiple orgasms, oral (f + m receiving), literally words of pure nasty smut, idk I'm h*rny, porn w/o plot, no use of y/n. porn & somewhat plot (in between the lines), actually y’all i apologize this is just pure smut i think, rough sex, overstimulation, slapping, pussy slapping, tiny hint of arousal from crying, Praise kink, Pet names (hun, baby, doll, sweetheart, darlin’, angel, honey, bunny), Squirting, Body worship, slight use of restraints, Dom x Brat... If I missed anything please tell me.

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The evening dragged on like any other. Another late night shift, another bar full of drunk bastards. You like that the owner would let you wear what you wanted to work, and tonight, you opted for a simple black tank top and black workout leggings. They hugged your curves well enough to get decent tips but didn't expose you enough to get groped by strangers, not that any of these bastards were smart enough to not touch you like that.

Most of the evening was normal, your regulars ordered their usuals, and you kept up your friendly facade as you worked.

Unfortunately for one patron, he decided to grab you as you leaned over the table to deliver his group's next round of drinks, earning a concerned brow raise from Logan, who was sitting at the bar. You had tried making small talk when he ordered his drinks from you, but he preferred to stay quiet. You shrugged it off as him not wanting company and carried on with your orders.

"Excuse you, I am not on the menu." You bitch rather loudly, grabbing his hand and pinning it to the table with a rather quick motion. Tonight was not the night to fuck with you. You were itching for a fight, but not enough that you'd be willing to lose your job.

"Ey, ey easy sweetheart! Just trying to have a good time!" He groaned, pulling his hand free from the pressure grip.

"You're done." You said calmly, "You leave your money and you get the hell outta here." You release his arm, and saunter your way back to behind the bar, cursing to yourself under your breath.

"Nice technique," Logan speaks up. "But next time you should break his wrist." He takes a swig from his beer.

You turn your head from the drink you were mixing to look him over. You toss him a half smile. "You wanna be next?"

He chuffs. "Tempting."

You roll your eyes and serve the mixed drink, moving on to cleaning some stacked-up glasses. He eyes you out of the corner of his, nursing his beer. He noticed how your attitude had changed, your responses to the patrons weren't nearly as friendly as they were when he arrived.

Closing time finally rolled around, and Logan couldn't help but wait outside with a cigar in his mouth. You cleaned up the bar, and as you locked up, you spotted the tall stranger leaning nearby.

"You lurking?" You put your hands in your jacket pockets as you turn to confront the stranger.

"Walkin'" He said. "Thought you'd want an escort." He puts out his cigar on the cold brick wall, also putting his hands in his pockets.

"I can handle myself." You scoff.

"Heh, Yeah, I saw that," He admitted, stepping a bit closer. "But I didn't like how that guy eyed the alley on his way out."

You roll your eyes, shake your head, and begin walking toward your apartment, which is only a few blocks away.

He followed from a safe distance, but not too far so he could still be there if something happened to you.

"I don't need a bodyguard." You call over your shoulder.

"I know. I'm walkin' home too." He replied with a smirk.

You roll your eyes and continue your path home. He continued behind you, just a few steps away. You stop at a traffic light, and he stops next to you.

"I never caught your name..." You say looking up toward him.

He smirks and faces you. You can't help the way your eyes dilate as you take in his features. He was handsome, in a rugged way. Something about him made you want to climb him like a tree but, you weren't that easy... were you?

"It's Logan." You hum a response and turn to face the pedestrian light that changed to allow you to walk. He followed a bit closer now, but making sure to read your body language to make sure he wasn't making you too uncomfortable.

"Why did you really follow me home? Hmm? looking for somewhere to crash?" You decide to at least make some small talk.

"Like I said, thought you'd want an escort." His replies were brief, which was relatively aggravating. Thankfully your apartment complex was only a few feet away.

"And like I said, I can handle myself." You toss back. You twirl quickly to meet his gaze, causing him to stop abruptly. "So thank you but no thank you, you can fuck off now, Logan"

His eyes darkened as you cussed at him. His brow raised at your boldness. His lips were inches from yours, and his breath fanned over your flushed cheeks.

"Say that again." He growled.

"Say what?" You stood your ground, not allowing your body to falter. You kept a strong stance, eyes fixed on his. "Logan?" You smirked, enjoying how worked up he seemed.

He pressed closer, pushing you against the door to your apartment. You sucked in a breath at the forced proximity, your eyes glancing at his lips briefly.

Logan loved how defiant you were. He would've left you alone at the door had you not whipped around on him and sassed him like that.

"Say the word, and I'll walk away," He leaned in closer, his large, muscular arm bracing his tall frame against your door.

Your legs rubbed together to soothe the newfound ache between your thighs. 'Fuck it...' you thought. If he was gonna tax your time and patience after a shit night, the least he could do for you is be a good lay.

You arched your back into him, allowing your lips to connect in a rough, passionate kiss. His teeth graze your bottom lip, his tongue following suit, as he attacks you. His free hand meets your waist, pinning you to the door. You can’t help the soft whimper from escaping you, as his hand slides down your thigh and pulls your knee up to his waist.

He moves down and sinks his teeth on the sensitive spot on your neck, pulling a sharp gasp from your lips. Your hands move to his neck, holding on for some kind of grounding. You open your eyes, coming down and realizing you are still in the hallway. “Fuck…” you groan.

“Such a dirty little mouth…” Logan growled into your neck. He took a moment to catch his breath.

A shiver ran down your spine, and your hips buck involuntarily. Logan smiles against your flushed skin. “Oh… You like that?” He purred.

God, you hated this guy. He is so cocky but he’s so fucking attractive you can’t help but want him. “Oh shut up…” You groan.

“Do you not want me, pretty girl?” He cooed.

You don’t reply. You do want him, but you couldn’t let the smug bastard have that satisfaction. He leans back to meet your hazy gaze. He licks his lips at the sight of your swollen lips, and at that, you find yourself turning around to unlock your apartment door.

Logan removes his arm from the door and watches as you go inside. He’s more respectful than you thought. He actually fucking waited for you to invite him inside. You look at him, half exasperated at his cockiness, and half desperate for him to come in. You stand there holding the door open.

“May I come in?” He asks with a sly smile, leaning against the door frame.

You roll your eyes and grab him by the jacket, pulling him inside. “Oh Fuck you.” Your lips crash into his as he enters your apartment. The door shuts behind him, and his hands immediately find your hips. He growls and harshly pushes you against the wall. You thought you were just crazy, but he threw you against that wall so hard, he dented your wall.

“Filthy fucking mouth…” He growled between the fight of your lips and teeth. His words pull a moan from you, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist. Logan’s hands grip your thighs firmly. You whimper when you feel his very hard cock pressing against his jeans into your core.

You tug off his jacket and throw it aggressively to the floor. Logan’s hands wander to your tank top, making quick work of removing it. His hands roam your body, almost as if in silent worship.

“Fuck…” You groan. You lean forward and bite his neck hard, causing Logan to buck his hips and punch the wall. A growl ripped from his throat as he gripped your hips and ground into your core, pulling another needy whine from your throat.

“You want this?” He growled, grinding into your core again. “You fucking want me to fuck you pretty girl?” He bites your neck back pulling another moan from your lips.

“Mmh fuck you… fucking asshole.” You whine. You grab his shirt and pull it off, ripping some of the threads as you do. He allows it, before his hand wraps around your throat, holding your head against the wall, squeezing hard enough for you to get a slight high from the pressure.

“I’m gonna fuck that attitude right out of you, dirty girl. The only curses you’re gonna make are pleas to god.” Your eyes meet his, and you bite your bottom lip.

“Is that a promise?” You grind your hips against him again, a fierce need building quickly, Logan growls again.

“Needy fucking thing…” He curses to himself. He spots the couch in the dim room and throws you on it. “Take ‘em off.” Logan orders. You bite your lip as you watch him remove his belt expertly. He starts to wrap the belt into a figure 8. “Now.” His eyes flicked from your pants to your eyes.

Defiance shone in your eyes. “Make me.” You smile devilishly, crossing your arms. Logan let out an annoyed huff, and yanked your legs to him, spreading you wide. He started to kiss you passionately again, and just as you thought you got away with it, Logan raised his hand and slapped your heated core.

The sound that escapes your lips is a mixture of pleasure and pain. “What the hell?!” You whimper. Logan’s eyes are dark.

“I said, take, em’, off.” His voice left no room for discussion. You stare at him as your thumbs hook the waist of your pants, and slowly pull them down, exposing your soaked undergarments. The scent of you filled Logan’s nose. He let out a low growl. “Good girl.” His hand glides up your thigh feeling how wet you were. “Mmh look at you. Already soaking wet for me. Such a pretty little fucking thing.”

Goosebumps rose over your body, his words sending shivers throughout your body. Or was it his hands? Where one hand was grazing your cunt gently, the other was pulling on your hair slightly as he held himself up over you. He grabs your hands and pins them over your head. He slides his belt over your wrists, tightening it.

He places rough kisses down your body, biting here and there. He hovered over your cunt, releasing a hot breath over it, making you arch your back and whine. Logan smirked. “Mmh look at you, so wet for me.” He hooks his arms around your thighs, holding them open for him. He inhales and runs his tongue up the length of your cunt, over your soaked panties.

A moan escapes your lips, your hips bucking from the contact. “Now are you gonna be a good girl and do as I say?” He licks his lips.

“Maybe” you reply.

Logan grunts and leans forward. You cry out as a sharp pain emits from your cunt, where Logan just bit through your garment.

“Rule one.” He looks into your eyes from his position between your thighs. “You do as I say. You be a good girl, and you get pleasure. You be bad?” He licks over the sensitive spot he just bit. “And you get pain. Understand?” He holds eye contact, waiting for an answer.

“Yes…” You say through a breathy moan.

“Yes, what?” He grazes his thumb over your trembling lower half.

“Yes… sir.” You bite your lip and gaze at him through hooded lids.

“Good girl.” He smiles and pulls your underwear down your thighs. You whimper as the cool air of your apartment meets your aching core, and Logan watches as you clamp around nothing. “Such a needy little thing, I’ve barely even touched you and you’re already aching for me.” He smirks and lazily strokes your inner thigh, avoiding all the best spots on purpose. You groan in frustration.

"Ah ah ah... patience counts toward you being good, you want to be good for me don't you kitten?" He rubs his thumb over your clit, pulling another stuttering gasp from your lips.

"Y-yes s-sir." You whisper. He smirks and glides his tongue up the length of your cunt, flicking your clit gently with each stroke. A silent praise for your good behavior. You moan as he laps up your pussy, acting like a man starved. You instinctively roll your hips, but Logan keeps them firmly planted under his arms. His thick biceps hold you down with ease.

You begin to feel that familiar ache in your lower belly, as he draws little circles with the tip of his tongue around that sensitive little bundle of nerves. He adjusts his arms, one placed over your lap and the other begins teasing your entrance. He slides his middle finger in and groans at how you squeeze him.

"Fuck..." He growled between laps. "So tight..." He can only imagine the feeling of sheathing himself inside you later. He knew he needed to work you up to that though. So after a few soft thrusts, Logan slides his ring finger in, pulling a desperate moan from your lips. He curls his fingers expertly till he finds the spongey sensitive spot in your core. You arch your back as he finds it. "There it is..." He moans. He wraps his lips around your clit and sucks hard while offering soft flicks of his tongue for relief. He feels your walls quaking around his fingers. He knows you're close.

"FUCK!" You moan out. Logan's merciless attack on your most sensitive spots sends you barrelling toward your climax so fast it's dizzying. Your moans grew louder and more desperate as he continued his attack.

"You wanna cum baby?" He growled, his words muffled. "Ask me, baby, nicely, and I'll let you."

"Fuck you!" You cry, your body hot and writhing. Logan bit down on your clit again, pulling a pained wail from your lips.

"I said behave pretty girl. That's the only way you're gonna get what you want." He thrust a third finger in aggressively.

You moan louder at the intrusion, digging your nails into your palms. "Fuck! P-Please.. pleaseeee..." You whine, your body so close to its release.

"Please what?" He lifts his head off your cunt for a moment to hear you better.

"Please.. please can I cum? Please Logan I want to.. I need to cum...." You whine. The need to finish overwhelming your iron will. Logan, now satisfied with your pleas, lowers his head and continues to flick your clit with his tongue, pulling the most pathetic little sounds from your lips. Your walls flutter around his probing digits.

“That’s right baby,” he cooed “let go for me…” your toes curled at his words. The final push your body needed to release a cry of his name, followed by a mumbled jumble of curses. He smirks and laps up the excess fluids spewing from your body as he relishes in the mess he’s making of you. His fingers slow, and he raises to place a hard kiss on your lips. He trails down to your jaw, giving your clit soft circles with his thumbs as he helps you ride it out. “Goooood girl…” he moans into your neck.

You whimper as he removes his hand from your cunt. He uses his free hand to grip the back of your head and pull it back slightly, earning another gasp of pleasurable pain from your lips. “Open,” he growls.

You whimper and look into his eyes for a moment, unsure what he meant. He furrows his brow and pulls your hair a bit tighter. “Open your mouth, pretty girl.” He says again. You whimper but slowly open your mouth for him. He slides his fingers into your mouth and you suck them clean. He grins, releasing a breathy groan as he watches you greedily suck on his fingers.

"Atta girl, atta girl..." He smiles and pulls his hand away, replacing his fingers with his lips and tongue. You moan as he wraps his arms around your waist. He lifts you off the couch to your feet. He places you down on your feet. "Can you walk?" He says in a low growl.

"You think I can't?" You reply sarcastically, catching your breath. He chuckles and removes the restraints in your hands.

"So feisty." His eyes graze over your face, which was defiantly looking back at him. You smile and bite your lip, as a wicked idea crosses your mind. This fucking man just made you a whimpering mess and you intended to do the same to him. Before he catches on, you turn and shove him onto the couch. "Hey wait-" You grab him through his jeans and smile up at him from your knees.

"What? Do I have to ask for permission to suck your cock too?" You smirk. He smiles and chuckles to himself.

"I suppose not." He unbuttons his jeans and you help him pull them off. You suck in a short breath when you spot how big he is. You run your hand over his bulge and hook your fingers in the waistband. You expose his member, as it springs free with a loud *thwack* against his toned abdomen. You bite your lip at the sight. You inhale deeply and grip him firmly, bringing him to your lips. You lick up the length of him, flicking the tip that's dribbling with pre cum. He lets out a breath of relief and lounges his arms across the back of the couch.

'The smug bastard' you thought. You'd be lying if you said you hated how he immediately took control of you, but now was time for your revenge. You look in his length, allowing him to slip into the back of your throat with ease. You smile at the buck of his hips, and glide your teeth back up his shaft, earning a hiss. He looked down at you with a glare, and you simply smiled at him innocently. You wrap your lips around the tip and suck while pumping his shaft with your fist. You work him slowly at first, enjoying how he groans at your touch.

Now that you've got him, you start bobbing your head on his cock. The sound of his dick hitting the back of your throat, paired with his groans fill the room. When his moans get particularly loud you graze your teeth along his shaft once more. He growls and grabs your hair at the base of your head.

"Behave..." He warns. You smile innocently again.

"I am behaving." You tease

"Little fuckin' brat..." He mumbles.

Your mouth is replaced with your fist, however, you're quick to occupy your mouth. You dip your head between his legs, holding his glistening cock so it's pressed against his belly as you press your wet tongue onto his balls. He bucks his hips and groans, tugging at your hair.

The sounds he makes above you are downright filthy, deep moans and filthy praise that have you moving faster. The lewd sounds of your actions fill the room along with the rising sounds escaping Logan's lips. His moans are deeper, harsher, and you can feel his pulse through his cock. He's close. You work him perfectly, syncing your bobbing head with your hands, stroking and massaging.

"F- Fuck!" He growls. He bucks his hips up while grabbing your head and holding you in place. "Stay still, stay right fuckin' t-there." He strains. With another flick of your tongue, he unloads into your mouth. You drink him greedily and smile. The sweat dripping down the side of his face was enough for you to know he was spent.

When his grip on your head loosens, you smirk and graze your teeth along his shaft once more. The smirk on your face is quickly wiped away when Logan hisses and grabs your head again.

"I told you to behave." He growled. "And look at you, all smug because you think after one little orgasm I'm done with you?" He catches his breath and unsheathes a claw. "Little do you know brat, I'm just getting started with you." He cuts the center of your bra off with his claw, and grabs your now exposed breast aggressively. You bite your lip to hide the moan that threatened to erupt. Fuck, this guy was hot.

He pulls your head closer to his, causing you to crawl up the couch over him. "Get. In. Your. Bed." He growled in your face. His eyes demanded you take him to your room, so he could finish what you both started.

Oh but you, ever the defiant one. "You don't wanna take me here? on this couch?" You talk-back.

"You deserve to be properly bedded, even if you are a little brat." He pulls you in for another kiss. He nibbles on your lip and rubs your head, worried he may have hurt you the last time he tugged. You smile, pull off of him, and lead him to your bedroom.

The sounds of your footsteps fill your ears as you try to keep yourself together because fuck, he can't know how goddamn turned on you were at his words. Or rather, everything about him. Once Logan knew which room you were taking him in, he picked you up and threw you onto your own bed, earning a soft yelp from you.

Logan strokes his cock as he gazes over you, laying helplessly in the bed. "Look at you... so fuckin' pretty. I hope you don't have to work tomorrow..." he smirks, pulling you to the edge of the bed.

"Why is that?" You say, raising your arms to cover your exposed breasts.

"Because..." He grabs your arms and pins them above your head. He leans in, where he's mere inches from your lips. "You won't be able to walk in the morning." He leans down and crashes his lips onto yours. You feel him grind against your core, still slick from his previous actions. You buck your hips as he grinds over your sensitive clit. "So sensitive.." He works his way down to your neck and bites down hard as he sheathes himself.

"Fuck! Fuck, Logan I didn't do anything what was that for?" You cry out. He chuckles and licks the spot he bit.

"You tried to hide your body from me... You broke rule 2." He purrs.

"You never said there was a second rule..." You whimper. Logan smirks.

"Didn't I?" He smirks, and thrusts harshly into you once more, pulling yet another loud moan from your lips.

"FUCK! Gods I fucking hate you... You cocky bastard..." You groan. Logan's smirk returns.

"Don't worry pretty girl, if you're good, I'll be gentle." He teases with a slow thrust.

"And what if I don't want you to be gentle?" You challenge.

"Mmmm that can be arranged. I can make a rule you'll keep breaking. Over and over and over." He pumps again, slowly.

"And what rule might that be?" You arch your body into him, gaining some more friction than he was currently giving.

"Rule 3. No cussing. Not for you, brat." He smiles, giving you a knowing look. You whimper at the new rule, knowing he's got you pinned.

"You don't fuckin mean that..." You whine.

Logan grips the backs of your thighs and raises your legs high in the air. He slides his hands down and grips your waist. He pistons into you mercilessly, and your moans fill the apartment.

Without hesitation, Logan takes one breast in his mouth and pinches the other between his fingers, earning a sharp cry from you. "Oh I assure you brat, I do." He smiles and licks the abused nipple. "Now, be a good girl and hold onto something."

He grunts. “So tight,” he praises. “Fucking perfect little cunt...” He pumps in and out of you harder, faster now, letting himself go.

Your hopeless little whines drive him further. "Fuck.. Logan..." You whimper. Logan raises his hand and slaps your face. Not too hard as to hurt you, but enough to register as punishment for breaking a rule.

He twitches inside you when you moan louder at the slap, and your walls flutter around him. His lips find yours again, biting, kissing you bruisingly. You struggle to keep your mouth shut, as it seems to have formed a more permanent 'O' shape as he fucks you relentlessly.

Your walls contract around him, squeezing him as he sinks deeper inside you, hitting exactly where you need him most. You’re so close, ready to come undone. “Fuck, L-logan,” you whine as he pounds into you. “I’m gonna—” He cuts you off with another slap. You whimper and he leans down to kiss your red cheek.

He feels you contract around him, and he growls. "Come on brat, cum for me. You can do it." You can feel his pace growing faster, his cock pushing deeper, stretching you out as he plunges into you. “You feel so fucking good,” he groans, kissing your pulse point again. “So fucking beautiful.” 

It’s all too much, him, his cock, his words. Your skin is on fire, and the friction is absolutely delicious. You’re already so close, just a few steps away from the ledge, and you’re ready to fall. Your pathetic little "uh uh uh's" meld into soft "fu- fu-fuck's" and Logan wraps his hand around your throat.

That move alone sends you careening over the ledge. You scream out his name as he grips the pressure points in your neck making you see stars. Your heavy pants turn to squeaks as you slowly come down from your high.

“That’s it,” he murmurs. “So fucking tight, so fucking sensitive.” His praises are muffled in your ears, the blood roaring over anything else. He slows his pace a bit, allowing you a moment to come down. He rubs your quivering legs, humming soft praises.

Liquid pooled from between your thighs. It took him a moment before he realized you came so hard, that you squirted all over him. He stared at the sight. Your cheeks flush red at the realization of what you have done.

“Did you just-“ Logan whispers, a soft smirk on his lips.

"I am so sorry... I-" Logan cut you off with a rough kiss.

"Don't you dare apologize." He stared into your eyes intently. A new gleam of excitement entered his features. "Think you could do it again?" He chuckled darkly.

“I didn’t know I could do it in the first place…” You whisper softly, trying to steady your breathing. Logan slams into you with that confession, burring his head in the crook of your neck.

“Fuck…” he growled. His chest swelled with pride at the admission. Knowing he was taking you further than you ever had been before was entirely too intoxicating for him. He bit down on your neck, pulling more pathetic little sounds from you. He lifted off of you just enough, so that he could shove your legs down, practically folding you in half.

He resumed his brutal pace, watching as you jiggle underneath him. He takes in every curve, every feature, every sound that escapes you, including the vulgar squelching coming from between the two of you.

He leans down and grabs the back of your neck, forcing you to look at the sight between you.

“You see that princess? See that pretty little mess you’ve made? Such a good girl…” he praises.

Your eyes lock at his impossibly large member penetrating you. Tears prick your eyes as he releases your neck, and guides his hand to your over stimulated bundle of nerves, stroking soft circles. You throw your head back, releasing louder, almost pained moans as he continues to push you.

“Come on baby, I know you can give me another…” He said between pants.

“I-it’s t-to muuuuuuch!” You cry.

“Shh baby I know you have another one in you… just let go for me. I’ve got you.” He lowers himself down again, silencing you with more sound swallowing kisses.

Your hands find his shoulders, digging your nails deep into his skin. He groans and bites your lip, dragging his tongue over the stinging sensation.

You drag your nails down his back, trying to ground yourself from this impossible high he’s got you on. You feel your white hot release coming, and with just a few more thrusts, he’s got you careening over the edge again.

Logan’s fist meets the wall with a loud *thump*. His release came on him so hard from the way you were scratching and sobbing for him, that not only did he cum hard, he punched the wall even harder.

He stills while still inside you, panting loudly. You can feel him twitching inside you, and you can’t help the disappointed whimper that escapes your lips as he slowly pulls out.

“Shh baby.” He leans down and kisses you gently. “Wait here.” You felt Logan get up. It’s not like you could see him. Stars clouded your vision from your most recent orgasm. You couldn’t hear much either honestly, and just as you think you heard him leave, he reenters your room with a warm rag and a glass of water. He places the water on your bedside table. He smiles at the mess on the bed, the mess you both made together. He gently crawls over you, placing gentle kisses up your leg as he softly wipes your swollen cunt. He smiles and hums as your hips buck, your core still entirely overstimulated. He places a soft kiss on your clit, and wipes the rest up.

He kisses your breasts, then your shoulder, and then your lips. If it weren’t for those kisses, you would’ve passed out right there, lulled to sleep by his gentle demeanor after being utterly obliterated.

He brings the cloth to your face, turning it over to make sure he was using a clean side.

“Are you alright?” He asks as he wipes away the tear trails from your cheeks.

“Mhmm…” you respond.

“Ah ah… use your words baby girl.” He strokes your forehead with his thumb.

“M-ok” you manage to mumble. “N-you can stay if- if you want.” Your small, dazed smile makes Logan laugh softly.

“Don’t worry about me, pretty girl. You need to rest.” He strokes your hair and moves some of it out of your face. He loved seeing how cock drunk you were, and the scent... he couldn't get enough of how your entire apartment reeked of sex.

You didn't need much convincing, because you quickly drifted to sleep. Logan smiled and looked up at the hole in your wall. He silently cursed to himself, already pissed he had done the same thing to your living room wall.

The next morning when you woke up, your apartment smelled like paint. You looked around to see you were alone, and your heart sank. You lift your head enough to see a small piece of paper next to the untouched glass of water from the night before. You slowly reach for the letter, eyes straining to focus on the scrawled handwriting.

*Good morning pretty girl. I'm sorry I had to go. I repaired the holes we made in your walls. Call me, if I missed a spot, or... if you wanna make some more. 111-111-1111 -Logan*

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[dragonqueen89]

Sooooo hot 🥵🥵🥵🥵

Leaky Faucet

MDNI!!! (seriously, don't.)

A/N: Writing this guaranteed my ticket to hell :') This is really nasty and insane, it won't be everyone's cup of tea but it is very much mine! As always, beta read by my bbys @teaflavoredwitch & @ethanhoewke! Stephen Strange x female reader, sugar daddy Stephen Strange, established relationship, age gap, p in v sex, oral fem receiving, fingering, FISTING, corruption kink kind of, squirting, breath play, choking, degradation, praise kink, DADDY KINK, rough sex, barely any aftercare, Stephen being an ass per usual, power play kinda, bodily fluids, ass play, anal fingering, pet names, dirty talk, desk sex

Word Count: 7.3k (I am so tired folks)

On a dreary autumn evening, you find yourself snuggled up tight against Stephen’s side on the plush leather sofa of his study. You let your fingers dance playfully across the plane of his sturdy chest, feeling the firmness of his muscles even through the barrier of his shirt. Stephen’s tanned skin seems to glow softly in the flickering candlelight of the cozy study, his crow’s feet deepening with shadows. You tilt your chin up, gazing into his sharp eyes as he continues to silently peruse an ancient, leather-bound tome. The scent of aged parchment and Stephen’s own, uniquely masculine aroma, something dark and spicy with a hint of pine, fills your nostrils, making you feel warm and tingly all over.

As Stephen turns a page with a soft rustle, his hand continues its idle journey down the length of your spine, calloused fingertips brushing over the bumps of your vertebrae through the soft fabric of your sweater. You can feel the heat of his touch seeping into your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. You let out a soft, breathy sigh, your chest rising and falling with each inhale as you nuzzle further into the crook of Stephen’s neck. Your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, anchoring yourself to him as you feel a familiar, needy warmth beginning to build low in your belly. You know you should be content to simply sit there, basking in Stephen’s proximity and the cozy ambience of the Sanctum, but you can feel your body hum with anticipation and there’s a topic you’ve been meaning to broach…

“Steph?” You murmur against his skin, punctuating your hum with a gentle kiss to his steady pulse. 

Stephen pauses his reading, a slight shudder running down his spine as your soft lips brush against the sensitive skin of his neck. He sets the heavy tome aside, the ancient pages already forgotten as he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling your curvy form closer against him.

“Hmmm?” he murmurs in response, fully devoting his attention to you. His voice is a low, almost contemplative rumble. “What is it, love?” The pet name feels natural on his tongue now, a testament to the growing intimacy between you.

His hand begins to slowly caress your side, tracing the dip of your waist and the swell of your hip. He breathes in your sweet, familiar scent, allowing it to fill his senses. “You, uh, you were a doctor, right?” You begin timidly, fiddling with one of the buttons on his shirt for a moment. You return your attention to his neck, nuzzling into the crook of it, peppering sweet pecks along the tendon jutting out.

Stephen nods, a rueful smile playing on his lips as your kisses send tingles across his skin. His hand continues its languid exploration of your curves, now dipping teasingly beneath the hem of your sweater to caress the smooth, warm skin of your lower back. 

"Yes, I was a neurosurgeon," he confirms, his voice a low, almost nostalgic murmur. "A lifetime ago, it seems. Before...before everything changed."

His fingers trace the fading scars on his hands, an unfortunate reminder of the accident that ended his medical career. But those memories fade into the background as he loses himself in the sensation of your soft skin and the sweet scent of your hair.

"And what made you ask about that now, hmmm?" he questions, turning his head to nuzzle into your hair, his stubbled jaw brushing against your temple. "Were you curious about the man I used to be, before I became...this?"

Gnawing on your lower lip nervously, you peek up at Stephen through your long lashes, feeling a wave of shyness wash over you. Squirming in his lap, you let out a soft, anxious giggle, "So you must have a deep understanding of the workings of human anatomy?”

Stephen chuckles, a low, almost decadent sound as he feels you squirming atop his lap. His hands tighten on your hips, stilling your movements. A knowing smirk plays at the corners of his mouth as he catches the implication behind your words. "Indeed, I do," he confirms, his voice a husky murmur. His piercing eyes glint with a sudden, heated intensity as they meet yours. "My medical training was extensive and thorough. I'm quite familiar with every inch of the human body, inside and out."

One hand trails slowly up your side, his fingertips just barely grazing the side of your breast. He can feel the heat of your skin, the racing of your heart as your body responds to his touch. "Though I must admit, I've never had a...practical reason to put that knowledge to such intimate use until now," he adds, a note of dark amusement coloring his tone. His thumb brushes teasingly over the sensitive skin beneath your collarbone. "Until you, that is.” 

You clear your throat, straightening your posture, “Well the reason I bring this all up, is because there’s some… things I’d like to try. And I think they would probably be safer and easier to execute thanks to your medical training.” You choose your words carefully, dancing around just outright blabbing about all the depraved fantasies lingering in your mind.

Stephen's eyebrows arch slightly, intrigue and a hint of anticipation flashing across his face. He can sense the direction of your thoughts, what you are implying with your shyly murmured confession. A hushed, almost reverent silence falls over you both for a long moment, the air heavy with unspoken desires. "I see," he remarks at last, his voice a low, thoughtful rumble. One hand comes up to cradle your jaw, gently encouraging you to face him. His eyes search yours, beryl and intense, seeming to pierce through to your very soul.

He leans in closer, until his lips are a mere breath away from yours. You can feel the warmth radiating from his skin, the electric current of his proximity sending tingles down your spine. "Tell me then, love," he murmurs, his words a sinful whisper against your lips. "What is it you wish to try? What...sights do you want to see? What sensations do you yearn to feel?"

His other hand continues its sensual exploration of your curves, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He's waiting, poised and ready, his body coiled with anticipation, his mind open to your every desire. "You need only say the word, sweet girl," he promises, his voice a low, hypnotic purr. "I'll make certain you experience only pleasure, only ecstasy. I'll take care of you, in every way imaginable."

The velvet purr of Stephen’s voice coaxes you from your shyness, a small adoring grin spreading across your lips, “Um, well, it probably sounds a bit extreme but, I’ve always been curious about,” You lean closer, bringing your mouth to his ear, whispering, “ Fisting…and I’d, um, like to squirt. If you think you could make me do…that.” You wince at the way you sound uncertain and awkward, the usual bravado you wore in the bedroom failing to make an appearance. 

Stephen inhales sharply, a surge of raw desire coursing through him at your confession. The air between you feels charged, electric, crackling with a tension that demands to be relieved. He takes a moment to compose himself, his eyes roving hungrily over your blushing face and quivering body.

"I see," he repeats softly, his voice a low, heated murmur. A slow, sensual smile curves his lips as he leans in closer, his breath ghosting over your ear. "You want to experience the ultimate height of carnal pleasure. The unparalleled bliss of...squirting." His hand slides down to your inner thigh, his fingertips trailing teasingly over your soft skin. Your breath hitches, a shudder of anticipation running through you at his touch.

"An ambitious goal," he continues, his voice a sinful purr. His hand inches incrementally higher, his touch maddeningly fleeting, maddeningly light. "One that will require...extensive preparation." His fingers dip teasingly beneath the hem of your skirt, brushing feather-light over the sensitive skin at the apex of your thighs. Your hips twitch, a soft gasp escaping your lips as your body responds eagerly to his touch.

"Lucky for you, my dear, I'm nothing if not thorough," he promises, his blue eyes glinting with a wicked, sensual light. "We'll start with the basics. Slowly, intimately, I'll bring you to the brink of climax again and again. Until your body is attuned to every breath, every touch, every heartbeat."

His hand cups your mound possessively, his thumb grazing lightly over your clothed sex. He can feel the damp heat of your arousal, the way your body yields so sweetly to his touch. "Then, once you've learned exquisite control, once you're dancing on the razor's edge of rapture...then we'll begin in earnest," he vows, his voice a dark, decadent growl. "And I'll unleash you to unparalleled heights of pleasure. Pleasure beyond anything you've ever felt before."

With those words, he claims your mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep to dance with yours. It's a kiss that seals a dark promise, that is a testament to his sinful intent and ruthless dedication. Giggling and gasping as he swept you up so suddenly off the plush sofa, two big hands cradling your plump ass. You wrapped your arms around his strong neck, clinging to him as he carried you across the room. He deposited you gently onto the wide oak desk, the cool polished wood a shocking contrast to the scorching heat in your core. You gazed up at him with hooded doe eyes, taking in the sight of him looming over your smaller frame, his tall height and broad shoulders dwarfing you. You arched your back a little, presenting yourself to him, offering yourself up like a virgin sacrifice. Ready. More than ready. You could only imagine what fantasies played out in his head as he drank you in - his fingers digging into the soft, giving flesh of your ass, squeezing and kneading the ripe fruit of your ample backside. Surely he was envisioning all the debauched things he wanted to do to you, all the filthy ways he planned to claim and ruin your nubile young body until it was forever marked by the shape of his hands, his cock, his dominance 

Subconsciously, your thighs parted, inviting him to step between them. Stephen stands between them and pushes you down onto your back, pinning you beneath his muscular weight as he pressed the thick ridge of his erection against the damp patch darkening the crotch of your panties. A filthy promise of what was to come. Stephen’s hand clamped around your throat, not quite squeezing but unmistakably possessive. 

Stephen’s chest heaves as he struggles to regain his composure. But there is no gentleness in his gaze now, only a scorching, all-consuming hunger as he takes in the sight of you splayed out atop his desk. Hastily, almost ruthlessly, he begins to divest you of your clothes, tossing them carelessly aside until you are bare before him, your creamy skin glowing in the fading light of dusk.

"My God, you're exquisite," he breathes, his voice rough with appreciation. His hands map the curves of your body with a reverent, almost worshipful touch. Over the swell of your breasts, the dip of your waist, the flare of your hips. He leans down to press open-mouthed kisses to your skin, his tongue flicking out to taste you, to drink in your essence. His hands drift lower, hooking behind your knees to push them up and apart. He settles between your thighs, his breath hot against your aching, dripping sex. He inhales deeply, his eyes fluttering closed as he savors your scent.

"I can smell your arousal," he murmurs, his voice a gravelly rasp. His fingers part your slick folds, revealing the glistening pink flesh within. "Feel it, dripping down your thighs. Your body is weeping for my touch."

He runs a single, teasing finger along your slit, from your entrance up to your throbbing clit. Your hips jerk, a choked moan punching from your throat as your body responds eagerly to his touch.

"This is only the beginning," he vows, his azure eyes glinting with sinful promise. "By the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging for my every touch. Pleading for release, for the sweet oblivion of climax." With that declaration, he leans in and runs his tongue slowly, deliberately, along your dripping slit. A long, low moan spills from your lips, your fingers sinking into his hair to hold him tight against you, “Fuck, Daddy.” You whine, eyes fluttering shut at the wet heat of his clever mouth on your cunt.

Stephen groans against your sex at the sound of you crying out, the endearment falling from your lips like a plea. He doubles his efforts, his tongue delving deep into your dripping core, lapping up the slick evidence of your arousal. "That's it, sweetheart," he murmurs, his breath hot against your flesh. "I want you nice and loud for me, no holding back.”

He seals his lips around your clit, suckling the sensitive nub as two fingers plunge knuckle-deep into your fluttering channel. Your velvet walls clench greedily around the intrusion, as if trying to suck him in deeper. He pumps his fingers slowly, languidly, his thumb brushing over your clit with every thrust. His free hand comes up to palm your breast, kneading the pliant flesh, rolling the stiff peak between his fingers until you're arching into his touch. Your body is a live wire, every nerve ending sparking with sensation, every synapse firing in response to his wicked caress. He brings his head up to gaze at you, his jaw glistening with your juices, his eyes dark with lust. He looks ravenous, feral, every inch the apex predator about to devour his prey.

"Tonight, I'm going to eat this sweet cunt until you scream," he promises, his voice a dark, decadent growl. "Until you're drowning and begging for mercy. Only then will I let you cum."

With that, he dives back in, his tongue plunging deep, his fingers pumping harder, faster. Taking you to the brink of climax...and holding you there. Teasing you with the promise of release, but denying it at the last moment. Driving you mad with unfulfilled desire as he plays your body like a finely tuned instrument. An instrument that sings only one song: his name. It’s a vicious cycle that stays on a loop, Stephen expertly coaxing you to the very brink of gooey euphoria and leaving you there. Stagnant, hanging in a liminal space between heaven and nothingness.

Around the fourth denial, arousal burns into agitation. Your frustrations mounting with each flick of his tongue and curl of his fingers. A thin sheen of sweat covers your lithe form, chest heaving erratically as you try your damndest to maintain some semblance of patience for him. Stephen suckles on your clit, nudging you to the brink once more. Foolishly, you believe this is the time he’ll finally, finally let you come. But his mouth is gone and you’re groaning in annoyance of being denied, “Please, Daddy, please just let come. I’ve been good for you, I deserve it.” You whine, petulant and bratty, to emphasize your point, you wriggle your hips upwards imploringly.

Stephen pauses, his fingers still buried deep within your fluttering heat. He looks up at you, his eyes dark and intense as they meet your pleading gaze. A slow, wicked smile curves his lips as he takes in your desperation, your need. "Patience, sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice a low, sinful rumble. "We're getting there. I promise you, your first time squirting will be a moment you'll never forget."

He withdraws his fingers slowly, reveling in the way your walls clench and flutter around the retreating digits. Leaning down, he laps at your dripping slit, cleaning you with long, slow strokes of his tongue. Every lap, every caress sends aftershocks of pleasure zipping through your body, stoking the fire in your core.

Rising up, he captures your mouth in a searing kiss, letting you taste yourself on his lips. His hands mold your breasts, kneading and squeezing the pliant flesh until you're arching into his touch, seeking more. Your hardened nipples strain against his palms, begging for a harsher touch. A sharper sensation. He breaks the kiss to trail his lips down the column of your throat, pausing to bite and suck at the sensitive skin where your neck meets your shoulder. Marking you. Claiming you. His teeth sink into your tender flesh, hard enough to leave a vivid bruise in the shape of his teeth. A brand. A warning to all who see: this pretty young thing belongs to him.

His hand drifts down your taut stomach, fingers splaying possessively over your lower belly. Leaning in close, he murmurs into your ear, "Breathe for me, sweetheart. Take a deep breath. Nice and slow. Breathe out with me as I take care of you." 

His fingers dip lower, parting your dripping folds to circle your swollen clit with a teasing touch. At the same time, he brings his thumb to your lips, pressing the digit between them. "Suck," he orders gruffly. "Get it nice and wet. I'm going to need that spit to stretch you out...nice and deep."

His words send a thrill of anticipation and just a hint of fear rioting through you. You suck obediently at his thumb, coating it liberally with your saliva before releasing it from your mouth. He brings the slick digit down to circle your puckered back entrance, the tight ring of muscles clenching reflexively at the unfamiliar touch. 

“What are you doing?” You gasp, scandalized, pushing up onto your elbows, eyes comically wide.

Stephen pauses, looking up at you with a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. His thumb continues its maddeningly slow circling of your puckered hole, applying just the slightest pressure, teasing you with the promise of penetration. 

"Oh, I thought I made myself quite clear," he murmurs, his voice a low, wicked drawl. "Tonight, I intend to claim every inch of this gorgeous body. Inside and out. Front and back."

He leans in closer, until his lips brush the shell of your ear. His breath is hot, his words a dark, sensual purr. "I'm going to stretch this tight little ass until you learn what it means to be truly filled. And then, once I've prepared you, once I've made certain you can take me..." He nips sharply at your earlobe, his teeth sinking in just hard enough to make you gasp. His hand drifts lower, fingers dipping teasingly between your ass cheeks to graze your dripping slit. "...then I'm going to fuck this sweet cunt so hard, so deep, you'll swear I'm in your womb. You'll feel me in your throat, sweet girl.”

He seals his words with a searing kiss, his tongue invading your mouth, dominating you utterly. Swallowing your whimpers, your moans, your gasped pleas. His touch never ceases its sensual torment, his fingers plundering your dripping sex, his thumb circling that tight, virgin hole with merciless intent. He's determined to break you down, to shatter you utterly. And then, only then, will he put you back together. Remake you in his image. His perfect, wanton plaything.

You can’t help the petulant whine that bubbles up from your throat, pouting, “Stephen, I told you I wanted to squirt. Not do…whatever this is.”

Stephen chuckles darkly, amused by your tone even as his eyes blaze with unchecked lust at the sight of your bratty pout. His hand tightens on your hip, gripping the flesh hard enough to leave bruises, to mark you as his.

"Hush, my impatient little baby," he purrs, his thumb pressing harder against your resistant pucker. Not quite breaching you, but applying relentless pressure. "Fucking this greedy cunt is all well and good. But last time I checked, I made the rules around here, and it’s my way or nothing at all."

He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low, hypnotic murmur. "Squirting isn't just about the physical stimulation. It's about letting go. About surrendering yourself completely to sensation. And that..." He nips sharply at your throat, his teeth sinking in just hard enough to make you gasp. His thumb presses harder, the slick tip slipping just slightly past your tight ring of muscle, "...is something that demands intimacy. Trust. A bone-deep surrender that has nothing to do with lust and everything to do with...feeling."

His other hand drifts up your body, cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lower lip. "So tell me, sweet girl, do you trust me? Can you give yourself over to me completely?”

You relax under his gentle murmur, nodding demurely, the very picture of submission.

A dark, triumphant smirk curves Stephen's lips at your easily given submission. The feel of your tight, virgin hole yielding to his thumb sends a bolt of satisfaction through him. His own breath grows heavier, his chest rising and falling more rapidly as the anticipation builds. But he refuses to rush this. Refuses to deny himself the exquisite pleasure of savoring every single moment.

Slowly, maddeningly so, he works his thumb deeper into your resisting passage. Inch by hard-won inch, until he feels your velvety walls fluttering and clenching around the invading digit. His palm molds the curve of your ass, kneading and squeezing the pliant flesh as he primes your body to accept the girth of his thumb.

"Good girl," he murmurs approvingly, his voice a low, indulgent rumble. His fingers of his other hand skim along your flank, trailing over the dip of your waist, the swell of your hip. His touch scorches your skin, branding you, claiming you. "Remember, sweetheart - I'm not just fucking this hungry cunt. I'm fucking this body. Every goddamn inch of you.”

He punctuates his words by burying his thumb to the base in your upturned ass, his palm flush against your skin. At the same time, he plunges two long, blunt fingers knuckle-deep into your dripping sex, stroking that sensitive bundle of nerves tucked deep inside. "Feel it," he growls, his hips rocking urgently against yours like he's fucking into you for real. "Feel how hard this sexy little body is working to take me. To squeeze me. Milking my fingers like your greedy little cunt."

He pistons his fingers faster, harder, the sound of your whimpers and Stephen’s panting echoing through the room. His thumb curls subtly, stroking over the tender, untouched spot deep in your ass. Your lush body writhes beneath his touch, tears of overwhelmed pleasure streaking down your face. The telltale coiling in your gut signals your impending climax, inspiring a fresh wave of begging, “Please, don’t stop, right there! Can I come, Daddy? Please let me come, please. I’ve been so, so good for you.” You babble mindlessly, any coherent thought long gone from your brain. Your eyes roll back, a visceral shudder wracking through your body as your toes curl, spine arching clean off the desk. 

Stephen's eyes blaze with feral intensity as he takes in your debauched state, relishing every minute detail. The way your back arches, your spine bent in an exquisite curve. The way your thighs tremble, your toes curling in desperate, instinctive reaction to the pleasure coursing through your trembling body. The broken, lust-drunk whines spilling from your kiss-swollen lips. It's a symphony of sensation tailored just for him.

"Yes, sweetheart. Yes, you can. Fuck, you can!" he groans, his voice a dark, thundering growl. He doubles his efforts, fingers pumping wildly, thumb stroking that special, secret spot deep inside your virgin ass with ruthless precision.

"Come for me," he commands, his command punctuated by a sharp smack to your clit, the stinging jolt of pain and pleasure sending you hurtling over the edge. "Cum all over my fucking hand. Fucking soak my fingers like the needy little hole you are!"

He feels your cunt clamp down around his plundering fingers, your untouched ass squeezing his thumb in pulsing waves as an orgasm crashes through you. But still, he doesn't stop. He fucks you through it relentlessly, drawing out every last second of your climax until you're mewling and thrashing in the aftermath, too sensitive to take any more. "That's it," he praises darkly, his voice strained and urgent. He's hard as steel, his straining erection an aching throb against your thigh. "Fucking soak my fingers. Show me how badly you needed to come. Show me how good I am at wringing pleasure out of this gorgeous fucking body."

“I can’t,” you whine out, brows knitting together in frustration, “It’s not working, Steph. I can’t squirt.” Tears of defeat well up in your eyes, your desperation to experience this elusive feat reaching new heights. Stephen's eyes darken with determination at your whimper of frustration. He won't be denied. He won’t fail to give you exactly what you need, what you crave. Leaning in close, he catches your chin between his fingers, forcing you to meet his intense, burning gaze.

"Shhh, it's alright sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice a low, soothing rumble. His other hand continues its merciless assault on your overstimulated sex, fingers plunging deep, thumb stroking firm circles around that sensitive bundle of nerves. "You're just tired. Overwhelmed. But your body can take more. It needs more." He rolls his hips, grinding his aching erection against your thigh, letting you feel just how much he needs you. How desperate he is to claim you, to fill you, to mark you irrevocably as his.

"We'll try a different approach," he promises darkly. Withdrawing his fingers from your dripping sex, he brings them to his lips, making a show of sucking your arousal from the digits. His eyes never leave yours as he licks them clean, savoring your intimate flavor. "Delicious," he purrs, his voice a sinful rasp. His hand drifts back down, fingers delving between your thighs once more. But this time, instead of plunging inside your fluttering channel, he brings your knee up to your chest, folding you nearly in half. Exposed. Vulnerable. Utterly at his mercy. 

"The key to making you squirt," he explains darkly as he circles a fingertip around your entrance, "is to stimulate your G-spot and your cervix simultaneously. And I intend to do exactly that."

You tense up instinctively as Stephen eases one after another of his long, elegant fingers into your sticky cunt. Each new finger joins the others in massaging and relaxing your velvet walls. When all that remains is his thumb, he eases the tip of the final digit, his hand forming a duckbill shape. Stephen finally folds his thumb, his fist sinking into your cunt with minimal resistance. Stephen pauses, feeling your velvety walls clench and flutter wildly around his invading hand as he sinks deeper, curling his fingers into a tight fist. He murmurs soothing words of praise, his deep voice vibrating through your core. "Shhh, that's it sweetheart. Just relax. Let your hot little pussy take my fist. You're doing so well, baby. Fuck, you feel incredible squeezing around me like this. Such a perfect little cock sleeve for me to fuck."

 His other hand grips your hip, holding you in place as he starts to pump his fist slowly in and out of your stretched, dripping sex. The obscene sound of your arousal squelches loudly as he picks up speed, fucking you with his hand in deep, purposeful strokes. "That's it, baby. Take my fist. Fuck, you're so goddamn tight. I bet this hungry cunt is just aching to be filled up. Filled up and stretched wide around a big, thick cock. Doesn't that sound good, sweet thing?"

He leans down to capture your mouth in a sloppy kiss, his tongue delving deep to dominate yours. He swallows your gasps and whimpers greedily, reveling in the taste of your uncontrollable arousal. Your slick all but gushes out around his wrist, rivulets running down into the cleft of your ass. “My tummy feels weird, Daddy,” You moan brokenly, head lolling back, thighs spreading even wider to welcome his assault on your pussy.

Stephen feels a dark thrill at the way your lower abdomen distends slightly as he sinks his fist deeper, the obscene bulge visible through your soft skin. He thumbs over the tight stretch, marveling at the sensation of your silken walls rippling and squeezing his invading hand. "Mmmm, that's just your greedy little cunt making room for me," he murmurs, his voice a sinful rumble. "It's a beautiful sight, sweetheart. Watching your belly swell with the shape of my fist. You look fucking heavenly like this." He leans down to press open-mouthed kisses over your stomach, his lips brushing over the bulge of his own hand wrist-deep in your sex. Each kiss sends sparks of sensation singing through your core, stoking the fire building low in your gut.

"You're doing so well, baby," he praises, his breath coming faster, heavier. His hips start to move, once more grinding his aching erection against your thigh with desperate, urgent need. "Fuck, I can feel you throbbing around me. Your hungry little pussy is just begging to be filled up, isn't it sweetness? Begging to be stretched wide and fucked hard."

His fingers press into your cervix, rubbing firm circles over the sensitive patch of tissue. At the same time, his thumb seeks out your G-spot, stroking the hidden crevice with ruthless precision.

"This is it, baby," he growls, his eyes blazing with feral intensity as he stares down at you. "Arch your back, nice and hard. Curl your toes. That's it, baby. Good girl."

His fingers press deeper, rubbing faster, pushing you relentlessly towards the edge of a devastating climax. He can feel the telltale flutters, the rhythmic squeezing of your velvet walls as your pleasure builds to an inescapable crescendo. "Fuck, that's it!" he groans, his voice a dark, authoritative bark. "Squirt for me now, greedy girl! Fucking soak my hand!"

You sob in rapture, your entire body going rigid. The pressure in your belly, in your pelvis is brutal, like nothing you’ve ever felt in your life. Your cunt clamps down, the pressure unbearable. A violent, hard gush of fluid erupts from your throbbing pussy, you shriek, trembling from the intensity.

Stephen feels the exquisite, breathtaking moment that your orgasm crashes through you like a tidal wave. Your velvet walls clamp down around his fist with a crushing, vice-like grip, the pressure almost forcing his hand out of your spasming sex. But he holds on, determined to ride out your overwhelming climax with you, to feel every single second of your ecstasy. It soaks his hand, his wrist, dripping down to pool on the desk beneath you. The sensation is overwhelming, the intensity unlike anything you've ever experienced.

Stephen groans, a dark, ragged sound of pure bliss as he feels your release, your rapture, your absolute surrender to the pleasure he's wrung from you. He keeps fucking you through it with his fist, his motions slower, more deliberate as your pussy works to milk every last drop of your climax.

"That's it, baby," he praises hoarsely, his voice strained with his own desire. "Fuck, yes. That's my good girl. Squirting on command like a perfect little fuck toy. Such a  responsive little thing you are."

He leans down to capture your mouth in a deep, filthy kiss, swallowing your song of rapture, your cries of ecstasy. His tongue dominates yours, stoking the flames of your pleasure higher, hotter. He grinds his aching cock harder against your thigh, the damp spot on his boxers growing with each desperate, needy thrust. Finally, as the last waves of your orgasm ebb, he slides his fist carefully from your tender, over-sensitive sex. Bring it to his mouth, making a show of lewdly licking your release from his hand. His eyes never leave yours as he savors your intimate flavor.

“I wanna do it again,” You murmur in a soft, wrecked voice. Your pussy gapes, hole fluttering obscenely in the wake of his fist.

Stephen lets out a dark, wicked chuckle at your breathless, wrecked declaration. He leans in close, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he murmurs in a low, sinful rumble. "Greedy girl," he purrs, his voice heavy with indulgent approval. "Insatiable. Ravenous for pleasure. I love that about you."

He nips at your earlobe before soothing the sting with his tongue. His hand drifts down to your dripping sex, fingers skimming teasingly through the mess he's made of you. Collecting the proof of your desire, your need, your utter hunger for his touch.

"We can do it again, sweetness," he promises darkly. "Over and over, until you’re completely, utterly satisfied. But right now..." He rolls his hips, grinding his straining erection hard against your thigh. The damp spot on his boxers has grown, spread, until your thigh is sticky with the evidence of his own arousal. "...I need to be inside you. I need to fuck this sweet, perfect little pussy. Slow and deep. Hard and fast. Until you're choking on my cock and babbling my name like it’s the only word you know."

His fingers delve back into your dripping sex, sinking knuckle-deep, curling to stroke over that over-sensitive bundle of nerves. At the same time, he nudges your knees apart further, until they're splayed wide, completely exposed. Vulnerable. A dark, feral sound rumbles up from his chest as he takes in the debauched sight of you, flushed and trembling in the aftermath of your climax, your cunt gaping and fluttering obscenely around his invading fingers. He thumbs over your swollen, tender clit, drawing a choked moan from your kiss-swollen lips. 

"You want Daddy's cock, baby girl?" he murmurs, his voice a wicked rasp in the charged air. "Tell Daddy where you need it."

With a whimper, you spread your legs wider, presenting for Stephen, “Need you in there,” You run shaky fingers through your swollen folds, sighing softly, “I wanna squirt on your fat dick, Daddy.”

Stephen growls low in his throat at your needy, breathless plea, his eyes flashing with dark, heated hunger as he watches you touching yourself so wantonly. The sight of your dainty fingers delving through your swollen, slick folds, brushing maddeningly over your over-sensitive clit, sends a bolt of lust straight to his aching cock.

"Dirty girl," he rumbles approvingly, his large hand covering yours, stopping your movements. "Naughty, filthy tease. Touching yourself like that, when I'm right here. When you know I'm the only one who gets to make this greedy little cunt feel good."

He grips your hip with his other hand, fingers sinking into the lush flesh as he notches the leaking head of his cock at your entrance. A shudder runs through him at the scorching heat radiating from your core, the temptation to plunge inside and fuck you nearly overwhelming.

"Brace yourself, sweet girl," he warns, his voice a dark, strained rumble. He rolls his hips, painting your slit with the dripping precum leaking steadily from his tip. "Daddy's going to give this pussy exactly what it's begging for.”

With that promise looming over you, he starts to push forward. The bulbous head of his cock stretches you open, sinking past your swollen, gaping entrance. The stretch is delicious, the pressure exquisite as your hungry sex tries to draw him deeper, to suck him in.

"Fuuuuck," he groans, his eyes squeezing shut at the feel of your molten walls gripping him like a soaked, silken vise. He sinks another inch into your slick heat, his cock pulsing, throbbing with the need to bury itself to the hilt in your perfect little fuck hole.

"That's it, baby. Fuck, you're so goddamn tight. Squeezing me like a greedy little cock sleeve. Your hungry cunt wants Daddy's dick so fucking bad, doesn't it sweetness?"

He braces one hand by your head, the muscles in his forearm flexing as he starts to sink deeper, his heavy cock driving into your sleek sheath inch by excruciating inch. His other hand gripping your hip, holding you in place, forcing you to take every thick, throbbing inch as he claims you ruthlessly, relentlessly.

You need more. You need the dominance, the violence that only Stephen can offer you. So, you tilt your head back in an offering, “Choke me out. Wanna blackout on your dick, Daddy.”

Stephen's eyes blaze at your breathless plea, his lips curling into a dark, wicked smirk. The desperation in your voice, the way you're practically offering your life up to him, sends a thrill through his body. He can feel his dick throbbing inside your sticky sheath, your hungry walls squeezing him like a hot, slick fist.

"Dirty girl, " he growls in approval, his palm encircling your slender throat. He doesn't squeeze immediately, instead letting you feel the weight of his hand on your most vulnerable spot. A silent promise of dominance. Of utter control. "Dirty, filthy slut. Begging Daddy to choke you while he fucks this greedy little cunt.” 

He surges forward, burying another thick inch of his aching cock into your soaked, clenching sex. The breath rushes out of your lungs with a desperate moan, and his fingers tighten fractionally around your neck in response. Not squeezing yet, but letting you feel the pressure. The delicious, scary pressure.

"Breathe through it, baby girl, " he commands darkly, his hips rolling in a slow, deliberate grind against yours. Stirring his thick cock around in your molten heat as he starts to pick up speed. "Breathe through the burn, the ache. Fuck, you're squeezing me so goddamn tight."

His hand tightens around your throat as he starts to fuck you harder, deeper, his heavy balls slapping against your ass with each brutal, punishing thrust. He can feel your pulse beating wildly beneath his fingertips as he squeezes gently, not hard enough to fully cut off your air, but enough to make each breath a desperate, straining struggle. "That's it baby, fucking take it. Take Daddy's cock till you pass out.”

Drool leaks from the corners of your mouth, your lips parting in a small ‘o’. The thought of passing out, speared on Stephen’s thick cock sends a perverse thrill down your spine. Your eyes roll back till only the whites are visible, a full body shudder wracking through you. Stephen’s hand grasping and cutting off your airway turns your face a becoming shade of pink, your pulse slowing under Stephen’s fingertips.

The sight of your face flushing a beautiful, desperate shade of pink, the feeling of your pulse hammering against his palm, the way your eyes roll back in hedonistic bliss - it all sends Stephen spiraling into a red haze of lust. A dark, feral need to claim you, to ruin you, to fucking break you overtakes him. He wants to erase every inch of space between your bodies, to merge your flesh with his until you're no longer two separate beings, but one perfect, sweaty, panting, writhing entity driven solely by pleasure and pleasure alone.

He starts to pound into you like a man possessed, the obscene slap of skin against skin echoing through the room as he hilts himself in your scorching pussy over and over. Each brutal thrust punches the air from your lungs, forcing desperate, choked little wheezes past his fingers sealing your throat. Your head lolls to the side, your eyes fluttering wildly behind closed lids as you teeter on the knife's edge of consciousness.

"Fuck, sweetheart, you look so goddamn beautiful like this. Dopier than shit on Daddy's cock, barely hanging on, ready to fucking pass out. Ready to let Daddy fuck you into oblivion until the only thing left is this perfect little cunt squeezing me like a hot, soaked fist."

He leans down to capture your slack, drooling mouth with his own, swallowing your garbled cries and weak moans whole. He bites at your lower lip hard enough to taste blood, lapping hungrily at the coppery essence as he slams mercilessly into your battered sex.

"I'm going to fucking ruin you," he growls against your mouth, punctuating each word with a brutal, devastating thrust. "Swear to fucking god, I am. Gonna make this pussy my personal fuck hole. Gonna fucking break you. Fuck!"

With a rumbling groan, he hilts himself to the balls inside of your abused, clinging sex. His fingers tighten around your throat as his cock pulses, jerks, and finally erupts, pumping thick, hot ropes of cum directly into your waiting, eager womb. Stephen’s rough handling drags another mind-numbing gush of release from your cunt, your hips raising off the desk and trembling. You gasp for breath, desperate to relieve the burn in your lungs and chase away the blurred corners of your vision. Stephen’s abdomen and thighs drip with the remnant of your squirting, droplets shining in the low lighting. 

Through the haze of his release, he's dimly aware of your ragged, desperate inhale, followed by the telltale stillness of your body as consciousness starts to slip away. He loosens his grip on your throat just slightly, letting you drag in a thin thread of air as he rolls his hips languidly into yours, working the last spurts of his climax into your hot, clasping sex.

"That's my good girl," he murmurs hoarsely, his lips brushing the sweat-damp skin of your throat as he feels your trembling start to subside. "Taking Daddy's cock and cum like you were made for it. Made to be Daddy's perfect little cock sleeve."

He rolls to the side, bringing you with him as he settles onto the desk, your limp, sated body draped over his. He strokes your hair, your back, tracing the elegant curve of your spine as he feels your breathing slowly return to normal. His softening cock slips from your messy cunt with a filthy squelch, your combined release leaking out to mat the curls of your mound.

You’re too wrecked to move, allowing Stephen to maneuver your body to his preference. After a moment, you murmur tiredly, vocal cords raw from your enthusiastic shrieks, “Yeah, you definitely know your way around the human body.”

Stephen chuckles lowly, a rough, gravelly sound rumbling through his chest. He pulls you tighter against him, one hand splayed possessively across your lower back while the other cups the back of your head, his fingers threading into your damp hair.

"Mmmm, you're not so bad yourself, sweetness," he murmurs, his lips curled into a slow, satisfied smirk. "Such a quick learner. And so goddamn responsive. The way you came apart on my cock... fuck, it was beautiful."

He shifts your limp body, situating you until you're draped fully over his chest, your cheek pillowed on his shoulder. His hand slides down to cup the soft, rounded globe of your ass, squeezing the supple flesh approvingly. He can feel the sticky evidence of your coupling slowly cooling on your skin, the lewd scent of sex and sweat and satisfaction heavy in the air around you.

"But I'm not done with you yet," he promises darkly, his voice a low, wicked rumble. He rolls his hips lazily into yours, letting you feel the renewed stirrings of his desire, the slow awakening of his cock between your thighs. "I'm going to fuck you over and over again until you’re nothing but a fountain.”

He leans in closer, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear as he murmurs, "I hope you didn't have any plans for the rest of the weekend, baby girl. Because Daddy's going to keep you naked and full of his cock for the foreseeable future. We've barely even scratched the surface of all the filthy things I want to do to you."

[dragonqueen89]

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Honey, I’m home

summary: hugh accidentally uses the honey packs you brought home in his tea

cw: daddy kink, oral f!receiving, finger sucking, squirting, honey packs (do they even work fr?), accidental drug use(?), overstimulation, age gap, reader is mid-twenties because i said so, he talks you though it, aftercare, domestic vibes, i think that’s it

this was a collab piece with @nymphomatique because i was stuck <3

It was a silly spur of the moment purchase. You had stopped to get gas on the way home and wanted something to drink too… but the honey packs sitting atop the protected shelf behind the checkout clerk had caught your eye. You’d heard people talk about them online and how they could make a man last longer in bed, not that your man— Hugh, had ever needed any assistance in that department, but what’s the harm in trying something new? So you had asked for a six count box, only a few, stuffing it into the plastic bag from the cashier along with your water and snacks.

You made it home before Hugh but you were so exhausted that your gas station goods and the idea of unpacking them were unfeasible to you at the moment, so you just set the plastic bag of assorted items on the kitchen counter as you passed on the way to the bedroom, ready to decompress and get into bed.

The next morning, you awoke to an empty bed. Hugh had a habit of waking up before you, for a workout most days if not to surprise you with breakfast, and today seemed to be no different. You had assumed Hugh to take up the former option, considering how quiet it was in your shared penthouse. Groggily, you peeled the plush sheets back from your master bedroom, and padded your way to the connecting ensuite bathroom to get ready for work. The used honey packs on the kitchen table went unnoticed by you as you exited the home.

The day trudged on painfully uneventful much to your dismay, and the late Friday afternoon traffic just only served to add to your boredom.

“I’m home,” you called out when you stepped through the front door, shutting it behind you and shedding your jacket to hang it on the nearby rack. “Sorry I’m late. Traffic was a m—” you were cut off by Hugh’s lips on your own and his hands pulling you close gripping your waist tightly. The force of the kiss pushed you both back into the door. He kissed you so feverishly, hardly allowing you to catch your own breath. His lips finally detached from yours only to dive straight into the junction between your shoulder and neck biting and sucking the sensitive skin there. Hugh grabbed your thighs lifting them slightly, a silent demand to wrap them around his waist which you did instantly.

“Hugh,” you whined. “I just got back from work, let me shower first,” you protested, laughing a bit at his needy exposition. What had gotten into him? He didn’t say a word to you, letting his heated gaze speak for itself. He carried you from the entryway, lips never leaving your body as he walked you into the kitchen to set you on the table. “Can’t wait,” he said breathlessly. “Need you so fucking bad, sweetheart.”

Hugh’s insatiable behavior and the opened honey packets on the counter beside his mug of tea have you putting two and two together finally. You push back against Hugh trying to get him to look at you and stop marking your neck. You cup his face in your hands, thumbs brushing over his graying beard. “Baby did you use that in your tea,” you ask with a hint of a smile on your face as you try to hold back a laugh. “That’s what you’re focused on right now?” he quirks, squeezing your hips tenderly. ”Yes, silly, those are like liquid viagra!” you giggle, watching him nuzzle his face in the warmth of your palms.

“I wanted to surprise you with them and take them together, but it seems like you beat me to it,” you hum, your hands trailing down from his face down to his chest, clad in a black polo that had your mouth watering. He eyes you quietly and you can feel the heat in his look, beyond the swirling mirth in his eyes. “Naughty, naughty girl. Calling me an old man who can’t keep up?” Hugh tuts, pulling your hips to bring you flush to him, legs wrapping around his back halfheartedly. You roll your eyes at his statement. “You know that’s not what I—” you’re cut off, your sentence trailing into a soft oh! as you’re suddenly picked up again off the counter, Hugh bringing you to your bedroom. “You want a surprise? You got it,” he hums, kissing you deep and hard as he carries you with ease.

Your back meets plush sheets, and from the night becomes a blur, your memory blacking in and out from the intensity of it. You’re stripped bare, left only in your lacy panties. Slotted beneath him, it’s here you’re his and his only. Hugh’s lips wrapped gingerly around your nipple, tweaking the other as he grinds his groin into yours, reducing you to a body of simmering heat and arousal. He toys with you like this until you break, and it has you begging. “P-please, touch- need you to touch me there,” you whine, his beard hair rubbing against your nipple making it hard for you to be coherent. “That’s not how you ask now, is it sweet girl?” he teases, sucking and pinching your chest, grinding into you so deep that you’re sure you’ve soaked his slacks through your panties. “Please, daddy?” you moan, embarrassed it took barely any teasing for you to reach this point. Still, ever the one to oblige in you, Hugh moves from your breasts, now tender with nipples beyond sensitive, trailing hot open mouthed kisses down to your panties.

He places a kiss atop your clothed mound and you squirm a little, ready for some due respite. “Impatient little girl,” he coos, no threat in his tone. His nose finds its way against your panty covered pussy, inhaling you once before licking and sucking your arousal through the fabric. “D-daddy!” you squeal, surprised at this new display of lust, one that’s new to you. I’ve never seen him this worked up. He sucks and licks you through the thin fabric, and it has you bucking your hips up to reach deeper against his face at the sheer lewdness of it. “My naughty girl,” he says, kissing your thigh. “That got you all worked up? And I’m not even touching you?” he laughs softly, fingered hooking into the gusset of your underwear and pulling it to the side. “So wet and ready for me, hm?” he asks, and you nod fervently, anticipating his lips on you where you really want them.

When they finally plant themselves against your clit, it’s like a dam opens and tension leaves your body, flooding with a warm throb in place. He sucks you in the most skilled way, his tongue and nose rubbing and sucking against you in all the ways you like. His tongue licks you up along your slit once and then again before he plunges the appendage into you, making you keen with a breathy moan. Your hands fist his greying locks as he tongue fucks you, his nose and rough beard hair grinding against your clit overwhelmingly good. He licks and sucks until you’re nothing but a babbling mess under his mercy, trapped against his mouth by his thick arms. The pleasure begins to overwhelm you in a way that borders pain and before you can tell him, you’re cumming against his face, trembling softly as he licks you through your orgasm.

Your mind goes fuzzy for a moment, and you barely notice Hugh’s lips leave you, only noticing when he comes back up to kiss you, seemingly undressing himself in the time it took you to come down from your orgasm. “Did so good for me, baby. My good girl, you are,” he coos into your ear softly, sucking at the skin on the juncture of your neck and rubbing the thick head of his dick against your inner thigh and the feeling on his precum smearing against you has you whimpering, grabbing into him with everything you have. “Need it inside now, daddy. Please? Need you now,” you moan, chest heaving.

At your words, Hugh lines his tip up against your wetness, and pushes in slowly. Your breath hitches at the stretch and his head is thrown back with a deep groan. “So wet and warm, fuck baby,” he grits out. You do nothing but whimper at the stretch, gripping his biceps until he reaches the hilt. When he’s fully sheathed inside you, it’s an overwhelming feeling, one you don’t think you’ll fully ever get used to, no matter how many times you find yourself in a moment like this with Hugh. “Feel so full…” you spill out, mind feeling hazy. After a beat, Hugh begins to pull back, then push back forth into your dripping pussy until he finds himself at a steady but bruising pace. With every stroke, it feels like the wind is knocked out of you, the thickness and curve of Hugh’s cock rendering you speechless. In a silent plea— for what, you aren’t sure— you lock your ankles around the juncture of Hugh’s back as he fucks you, looking up at him with half lidded eyes and your lip caught between your teeth. Harder. Faster. Make it hurt. Fuck me deeper. I love you, I love you, I love you.

“Fuck, baby. Feeling good cause’a your daddy, yeah? Feel me deep in there?” he asks, pushing on the midsection of your stomach for emphasis and you arch into him and moan deeply. “S’good, please don’t stop daddy. Love it so much,” you heave out, your pussy aching with satisfaction. He fucks into you hard and rough, lips whispering dirty words and leaving wet kisses anywhere he can reach and you take it like the good girl he says you are. Thick fingers poke at your lips for only a fraction of a second before they’re being welcomed into your mouth and sucked on fervently. “Nasty fucking girl,” Hugh groans, and your lips perk up in the corners as you suck on his thick index and middle fingers, bobbing your head up and down on them in blowjob fashion, eliciting a deep groan from Hugh. His fingers swiftly leave your mouth and find their way to your clit, rubbing at the bundle of nerves fervently. The stimulation has your second orgasm peaking around the corner, and you can’t help but sputter and wiggle under Hugh, the pleasure bordering a welcome pain. “Oh my god, I’m gonna-” you manage to speak out, but you’re interrupted by Hugh, increasing the speed of his thrusts and fingers as he chases behind your upcoming crux. “Just let it happen baby, give it to daddy.”

A white hot flash of please takes you and your limb go numb, feeling everything and nothing at once as your head tips back and mouth falls open in a silent moan. The pleasure is overwhelming and you’re squirting beneath hugh from it, dampening the sheets beneath you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you hear, and then you feel it, something warm begins to flood your insides and its effect on you is something of a muscle relaxant, making you go limp under him, feeling sated. Hugh doesn’t pull out of you, taking the moment to catch his breath along with you. “You okay, sweetheart?” he asks, lips attacking your face with pepperings of kisses. “Made a bit of a mess didn’t you?” he teases. You giggle and nod, hitting him playfully on the arm. “Mmm, feel really good,” you sigh, looking visibly relaxed. Hugh sits up and pulls your legs up with him, throwing them over his shoulders and your eyes widen in confusion. “Good,” he says, kissing your ankle, “Cause I’m not even close to finished with you yet.”

And he meant it. Hugh was still painfully hard as he thrust back into you slowly in this new position. You grip the sheets in one hand and hold on to the headboard with the other when Hugh picks up the pace slamming into you over and over and over again in a way that has your breath knocked out of you every single time. The room is filled with the sound of skin on skin and breathless moans from the two of you. He pushes your legs back suddenly until your feet are nearly touching the headboard. Practically folded in half Hugh fucks you, relentlessly chasing his high in a borderline animalistic fashion. “That’s it baby, just take it” he says in between breaths. This angle has him hitting you impossibly deep, his tip nudging your cervix with each push. You’re whining beneath him, partly from the stretch of this position, partly from the bordering overstimulation when he releases one of your legs and trails his hand down your body groping your breast along the way. He leans in closer, placing open mouth kisses along your neck, nipping and sucking the skin there in a way that’s sure to leave a mark. His deft fingers travel further down until they’re working over your sensitive bundle of nerves once more. You throw your head back in a loud moan nearly cumminf from the simple touch alone. “C’mon. You can give me one more,” Hugh says huskily. It’s not a suggestion, but a command from him. Hugh’s thrusts speed up again as his peak approaches and you’re just on the edge of yours. His fingers pick up their pace, feeling that tell-tale throbbing beneath them when that flash of overwhelming pleasure overtakes you once more. You clench around Hugh involuntarily and the feeling sends him over the edge next, spilling into you with a shout.

Finally, you come down from your third explosive orgasm of the evening. Both Hugh and you are spent, panting and sweating messes in bed. Hugh is practically collapsed on top of you but he musters up his strength to prop himself up by the arms. He plants a gentle kiss to your forehead, your nose, and then your lips. “Did so good for me, baby,” he praises. His hand comes up to push a sweaty lock of hair out of your face. “Took me so well,” he says with a fond smile. You’re still too blissed out to fully respond yet and just opt to smile and nod. Hugh chuckles at the response and finally pulls himself free of you. “Gonna run us a bath.” Hugh pads off to the ensuite giving you a view of ass on the way out. You let out a low whistle at the view and hear him laugh. You listen to the sound of the faucet running for a while when Hugh returns for you. You still don’t want to move though and lift your arms lazily telling Hugh to carry you. He rolls his eyes but does so anyway, knowing what he put you through tonight. He carries you bridal style into the en-suite and eases you gently into the tub. The water is perfectly warm just as you like it and filled with lavender scented bubbles from the soap he used. Hugh climbs in after making the water rise even higher, nearly threatening to crest. He’s settled behind you with you leaning back against his chest. A comfortable silence fills the room with just the sounds of water sloshing and loofas on skin as Hugh bathes the two of you. “I love you…so much” he whispers in your ear kissing the side of your temple. You turn your head to give him a chaste kiss on the lips before resending “I love you, too.”

As the water starts to cool and your skin begins to prune, you both note it’s time to let the water drain. Hugh steps out first and wraps a towel around his waist. He takes another and wraps it around you next, taking your hand to help you step out of the bath. Once dried off and changed into your usual oversized t-shirt (aka one of Hugh’s global citizen shirts) and a pair of panties you slip under the sheets, Hugh following short in just a pair of boxers. He pulls you close, your head tucked against Hugh’s chest and his arm wrapped protectively around you while his never ending legs slotted between yours. Exhaustion pulls the two of you under embarrassingly quickly.

[dragonqueen89]

the ultimate masterlist: ➢ 18+ only, mdni ➢ 🌶️ - smut || ❤️‍🩹 - angst || 🥰 - fluff last updated: jan 8, 2025

PEDRO PASCAL

FRANKIE MORALES

❤️‍🩹 always here for you: Frankie comforts you as you cope with your grief.

❤️‍🩹 chance encounters [COMPLETE]: you’ve suddenly and tragically lost your best friend and can’t handle the grief. until four strangers give you a glimmer of hope that things will (and can) get better.

❤️‍🩹 hold my hand: for years, you have been in love with Frankie. everyone else saw it, except him, and you never had the courage to tell him how you truly felt. instead, you stuck by his side even when it hurt. and after Colombia, he hadn’t been the same. you knew he had demons (being a veteran and all), but this… this was different. would Frankie finally open his eyes and realize that the woman he was meant to be with had been right in front of him all along?

❤️‍🩹🌶️ third time's a charm [COMPLETE]: there is history between you and Frankie. In fact, you have both broken up twice and yet, you still seem to find your way back to each other. could this third chance be the last and final one?

JAVIER PEÑA

❤️‍🩹🌶️ all we are: you and Javier have history and have been in this endless cycle for years, always trying to “one-up” each other, but what happens after a night of steamy, dirty sex that the truth finally comes out?

❤️‍🩹🌶️ innocent eyes: Javier and his partner, Steve Murphy, finally have one night off. so, when they go to a local bar to unwind, Javier certainly wasn’t expecting you to walk through the doors.

JOEL MILLER

❤️‍🩹🌶️ always been you [COMPLETE]: you and Joel have become best friends, but as the years pass, you both realize that the love you have for each other goes beyond just “best friends”. will either of you have the courage to express your true feelings or will you both just remain secretly in love with each other?

❤️‍🩹 broken souls [IN PROGRESS]: what happens when you realize love isn’t enough? and when years later, you meet again that all the pain and heartbreak comes rushing back… like it never left.

❤️‍🩹🌶️ dirty little secret [IN PROGRESS]: when your best friend and his fiancée, Sarah, have their belated engagement party (kicking off their pre-wedding parties), you meet the father of the bride and realize that he’s completely off limits. but you always did like older men, and Joel? well, maybe he could be your dirty little secret.

🌶️ guys night out: Tommy takes Joel to a strip club.

🥰 in case you didn't know: Joel steps out of his comfort zone and puts his feelings into words the best way he knows how.

❤️‍🩹🌶️ the teacher [IN PROGRESS]: you have been on your own for over a year and after Maria saves you and brings you to Jackson, you try and settle in, doing your best to contribute to the community. though, it doesn’t help that your neighbor, Joel Miller, reminds you of a special person from before Outbreak day.

MARCUS PIKE

🥰🌶️ second chances [IN PROGRESS]: after Marcus moves to DC - alone - he’s determined to just focus on work. after a failed marriage followed with his failed relationship with Lisbon, Marcus believes that love just isn’t in the cards for him anymore. until you move in next door.

HUGH JACKMAN

REAL PERSON FANFICTION (note: i am no longer writing rpf)

🌶️ ❤️‍🩹 🥰 training partners [COMPLETE]: you hire a new personal trainer to get you back on track, but you don't realize that she's also hugh jackman's trainer until you show up to the gym. ↳ pt 1. - pt 2. - pt. 3 - pt. 4 - pt. 5 - pt. 6 - pt. 7 - pt. 8 - pt. 9 - pt. 10 - pt. 11 - pt. 12 - pt. 13 - pt. 14 - pt. 15 - pt. 16 - pt. 17

🌶️ ❤️‍🩹 secret crushes: you've known hugh for years, having not only a personal friendship with him, but also a professional one. then, ryan decides to play matchmaker unbeknownst to you or hugh. ↳ pt. 1 (can be read as a standalone) - pt. 2 (which includes blake and ryan with reader!)

🌶️ sneak away with me: you sneak away with hugh during a party.

🌶️ welcome to broadway: it's the anniversary of oklahoma! and with it being your first broadway show, hugh takes you under his wing to show you the ropes. along the way, you realize that you've developed feelings for him.

🌶️ 🥰 baby, stay in bed: head over heels in love with hugh, you spend the night for the first time... and realize that hugh feels the same way.

🌶️ save a horse, ride a cowboy: hugh takes you to go flower picking, but all you can think about is taking him back to his car and riding him.

🥰 let the world know: you and hugh have been keeping your relationship a secret... until hugh accidentally lets millions of his followers know exactly who he's been dating.

🥰 cooking with hugh: hugh gets to see you in action... and he reaps the benefits too.

🥰 the first date: hugh takes you out for your first date.

🥰 sunday nights: sunday nights with hugh are your favorite -- movie night, cuddling, and finally some alone time with him.

🌶️ 🥰 romantic getaway: hugh takes you to greece for a romantic getaway after rumors of your relationship with him start to circulate the media... but there's no hiding it anymore.

🥰 first impressions: hugh meets your kids for the first time.

🥰 bad influence: already running late for work, hugh convinces you to call in sick.

🥰 mesmerized from afar: despite your relationship with hugh being out in the open, you both still do your best to keep it professional in the public eye... until hugh makes it very obvious during a hollywood event.

🌶️ 🥰 our little secret: ryan and blake try to set you and hugh up, but little do they know, you've already been secretly seeing each other.

🌶️ you put a spell on me: hugh attends a masquerade-themed party and you capture his attention the moment you step into the building.

🥰 seasons changing: hugh and reader get ready for fall in new york.

🌶️ late to the party: possibly already late to ryan and blake's party, hugh becomes just slightly annoyed when you can't decide what to wear... and when he realizes that you're doing it on purpose, he only knows one way to make sure you don't do it again.

❤️‍🩹 better together: after filming finishes with deadpool & wolverine, your relationship with hugh progresses... until he breaks things off with you. it isn't until ryan invites you to the press tour that you see him again and finally have a serious conversation with him.

❤️‍🩹 🥰 in the shadows: hugh's excited to see you at his premiere, but when he sees the look on your face when he's posing with one of his co-stars, he's confused because you decide to leave without a word.

LOGAN HOWLETT

🌶️ runaway bride [old man!logan]: on the day of your wedding, you find out that your maid of honor and husband-to-be has been hooking up behind your back... and you run directly into the arms of a stranger to help you cope with the sudden betrayal.

🌶️ just the tip [old man!logan]: you're ready to take the next step with logan, but you're still a bit nervous.

🥰🌶️ christmas confessions [COMPLETE - origins!logan]: unable to go back home for christmas, you spend it with logan - the man you had been in love with for years.

❤️‍🩹🌶️ in every lifetime [COMPLETE - worst!wolverine]: you lost logan in this universe. logan lost you in his. what happens when you both see each other again, but realize that you're both from different worlds? ↳ pt. 1 - pt. 2 - pt. 3 - pt. 4 - pt. 5

🌶️ touch starved [worst!wolverine]: logan agreed to go out with wade, having been promised a low-key night, but he should've known than to trust wade for his word. he didn't agree to spend his night at a strip club and he's just about ready to leave until he sees you.

❤️‍🩹 you broke me first [xmen series!logan]: logan comes back to the mansion in search of you... but he's hurt you for the last time and you can't do this dance with him any longer.

WYATT BOSE (jamie getz)

🌶️ playing with fire: wyatt (aka, jamie) always had one thing on his mind: money. so after he and jonathan part ways, he meets you - a woman that suddenly makes him realize that there's more to life than treachery, manipulation, and violence. but when he has another chance at getting more money than he's ever had before, he goes back to his old ways... and you're more than willing to help him in any way possible.

[dragonqueen89]

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Old Logan shirtless for y'all 😩🖤

@themareverine 😉😌🤍

[dragonqueen89]

In the woods (Wolverine)

Description: Logan takes Y/N to the woods

Warning: Smutty

Word Count: 799

Request: Just thinking about Logan taking reader into the woods and chasing her like prey 😩. Pls pls 🙏

“You want to be chased and hunted in the woods like a deer.” Nova’s words were stuck in his head. Seeing her reach into Y/N’s mind was scary but the second she said that, he felt his pants tightened. His girlfriend wanted to be chased around the woods like an animal.

How long had she wanted this? The idea of it was hot but what if it was something she thought she wanted but actually didn’t? So much was going through his head and with a groan he got up and went to Y/N’s room. He thought for a few seconds and knocked. She answered and smiled at him. She looked innocent enough for the part. “Come with me.” He said and walked away.

She was confused but followed nonetheless. Wade was watching TV as they walked by, “Leaving in your suit, Peanut? Should I come with? I am Marvel Jesus after all.” He said and Logan rolled his eyes, “Fuck no.” He growled which worried Y/N. She followed him to the car and got in the passenger seat. He started the car and drove off. She looked at him and he stared at the road with a dark look. She had no clue where he was going and was too afraid to ask.

It was maybe a 15 minute drive in utter silence before the cat stopped. They were in the woods or the entrance to it. She looked around confused and looked at him, “Logan-” “Get out of the car.” He demanded. With shaky hands she opened the door and got out. He did as well and walked over to her. Her anxiety was high and she didn’t understand what was going on.

“I’ll give you a minute head start.” He tells her. She looks up at him and sees that he isn’t joking, “You want to be chased through the woods like an animal, yes?” He asked her and she nodded. Her face was red and her panties were starting to get wet at his dominance. “Run.” He growled and she took off. Afraid to look behind her she kept running. 1 minute later she hears him chasing her and her heart beats faster. She looked back and saw him on all fours and the mask chasing her.

He was close to her but not close enough to catch her yet. She couldn’t outrun him and 5 seconds later that was proven when he had her on the ground. She stared up at him with an open mouth and wide eyes. She was out of breath and her chest was moving up and down. He smirked at her and one of his hands traveled up her thigh to her covered pussy. She gasped as he unzipped her jeans and yanked the zipper down.

She closed her eyes as she felt his fingers lightly brush against her clit. “Lo.” She moans as his fingers slip in her panties to properly touch her. She whimpers as his fingers rub her clit and circle her dripping hole. “Please.” She begs but what for? “What do you want, bunny?” He asked as he slowly slid his finger in her. She gasped and grabbed his arm, “Look at you falling apart over a little touch. I should fuck you raw and breed you in these woods like an animal.” He said as his finger moved in and out of her at a rough pace.

His thumb rubbing her clit as her hips moved up with his rhythm. “Fuck please it’s all I want.” She whines. He chuckles and leans over her, his other hand above her head. “You want me to fuck a baby into you right here? I’ll bring you back here each year and fuck another one into you over and over again until we have a litter of baby Wolverines is that what you want?” He asked and she clenched on his finger. “Yes fuck! I want you to fuck so many babies into me.” She cried. He could tell by her breathing that she was close but he wasn’t stopping.

She screamed his name so loud as she came all over his finger, “That’s right baby. Scream my name, howl it. Nobody can hear you.” He said slowing the pace of his finger as she rode out her orgasm. He pulled his finger out and smirked. His finger was covered in her cum. He brought his finger to his mouth and licked it clean. She watched with intense eyes as he did and he hummed, “Fuck baby you taste amazing.” He said and stood up. She yawned and in that second she was up against a tree. She looked at him and he smirked, “Like I said darlin’, I’m fucking a baby into you every year.”  

[dragonqueen89]

Ny’s favorite works ᥫ᭡

[ Logan Howlett / Hugh Jackman edition.]

- god I need him so bad. these recs include one-shots, drabbles, series, etc. all are 18+ mdni. ꕤ=fluff ꩜=angst

Logan Howlett

Logan realizing he’s a Dom through taking care of you @tojigasm

Being babied by Logan @tojigasm

Logan letting you see his claws up close @tojigasm

Imitating Logan’s cat ears ꕤ @tojigasm

I don’t know why I bite ꩜ @not-neverland06 - You've tried for so long to get Logan to accept you the way he does the others. You want so desperately to be someone who means something to him. But he doesn't want you, maybe he never has. And you both seem to be stuck in this loop of hurting each other.

Practice [L.H] @selfcarecap - your roommate Logan lets you practise giving a blowjob on him for your date with another guy.

Manipulative best friend!Logan with a corruption kink @selfcarecap - naive/innocent/inexperienced reader

Cat & Dog [L.H.] @selfcarecap - logan rescues you, a kitty hybrid, on a mission and you become infatuated with him.

Hickey Drabble @dollfacefantasy

Logan with a pillow princess girlfriend @dollfacefantasy

Dig Your Claws Right Into Me @dollfacefantasy - logan hurts you when he has a nightmare. now you both have to deal with the fallout.

Make Him Do What I Say @dollfacefantasy - you and logan make a little bet. who can last longer without sex? as much as he wants to deny it, he's starting to think the answer might be you.

Nasty @logansbaby - like the title says, it’s nasty, no other explanations needed

Guilty as Sin @logansbaby - the entire time you’ve known logan howlett, you’ve tried to keep your longings locked. then, one night, all that effort goes to waste when you’re confronted about your feelings.

The Honda Odyssey @coweye - The car fight reimagined and it only needed to be like 10% more erotic than the original.

baby fever @silverskyeline - after your first baby is born, logan realises he doesn't want to stop at just one.

mean!logan fucking his girl while holding her in a headlock @ddejavvu

lessons learned @nymphoniah - logan fucking you from behind, keeping you in a headlock, squished between his biceps

princess treatment w logan @born222late

lumberjack!logan @born222late

grinding on logan's happy trail @ddejavvu

Old Man Logan

Can't Get Started @dollfacefantasy - logan can't get it up one night and is humiliated. but that just means he'll have to prove he can still satisfy you.

animals @rqnarok - old man!logan catches you trying to finger yourself on his bed

glory box @rqnarok - calling old man!logan daddy for the first time ever...

old man!logan fucks while still wearing his glasses @rqnarok

old man!logan gets grumpy when you tell him he can't keep up @rqnarok

make up sex with old man!logan @rqnarok

dark!old man!logan @rqnarok

dbf!logan ‘just the tip' howlett @rqnarok

old man!logan's breeding kink @rqnarok

old man!logan obsessing over his pregnant wifey @rqnarok

being old man!logan's housewife @rqnarok

Fix You @logansbaby - Logan Howlett is dying. You both know it, but it doesn’t make it any easier to accept.

Meet-Cute Ch. 1, 2, 3 @mistyorchid - Failed talking stages inspire you to meet someone irl. Riding an older man in the backseat of his limo makes you forget about the immature boys who ghosted you on Hinge.

Wicked @thinkinonsense - old man!logan howlett x young fem!reader

call me if you're lonely @thinkinonsense - old man!logan howlett x phone sex hotline worker!reader

old!logan and his obsession with the cute diner girl @thinkinonsense

Hugh Jackman

sneak away with me @pedroscurls - you sneak away with hugh during a party.

secret crushes @pedroscurls - you've known hugh for years, having not only a personal friendship with him, but also a professional one. then, ryan decides to play matchmaker unbeknownst to you or hugh.

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disclamer! all credit goes to the authors! i just wanted to put a list together of all the works i’ve enjoyed so far after joining the fandom :) i appreciate everyone putting their time and effort into letting me do every position with him, front to back, left to right. you guys deserve a million kisses and booties munched.