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[littlelovelunette]

absolutely filthy gp!sevika request incoming >:)

i was just thinking about how she’d hold your legs open as she fucks you into the mattress because she wants to see exactly what she’s doing to you…

and when you can tell that she’s close you beg her to cum inside and she gives in and does cause she simply couldn’t help herself…

anyways do with that what you will!!! hehe

Absolutely filthy G!P Sevika coming up, it's long 1.1k words, haha enjoy, babies

The November Challenge

Contains smut, degradation, cnc, sevika has a dick, clit play, anal, anal virginity, squirting, spanking, praising, fingering.

You thought it would be funny to make Sevika commit to the No-Nut-November challenge. Given her attitude to a challenge, of course she didn't turn it down but she didn't wanna take it either.

Sevika's libido had always been high and you knew it, she needed to go to the brothel so often, due to it, before you both became an exclusive thing and got married. But, her sex drive now was even higher with you.

All throughout the month before the last, Sevika struggled to hold herself back from stroking her big veiny cock, morning woods were the hardest to deal with, and she had to restrain herself whenever you both showered together. You were proud of her, of course, but couldn't help laughing at the miserable grumbles and other ungodly noises she'd make when she was horny.

“I'm so glad this stupid challenge is finally over,” Sevika grumbled and shoved her face in your hair, taking a long sniff which gave both of you comfort.

What, she can't help it, you're just too pretty, aren't you? Today was 30th November and the night was coming to an end, you both finished having dinner and were cuddling in bed.

“Mhm? You've been struggling so much this month,” you cooed, running your fingers as you traced her abs under her shirt. She rolled her eyes at your slightly mocking tone.

Eyes flickering to the clock every now and then, Sevika's arm around you tightened a little as the minute hand ticked and ticked, getting closer indicating that the month was over. Anticipation filled your chest as you watched Sevika's intense gaze towards the clock and the moment the hour hand hits twelve, she flipped you onto your stomach.

Sevika growled in response, taking her own clothes off, giving you space so you could pull your shirt up, the red bra clad breasts made her cock ooze out an impressive amount of precum. “Mmmm,” she hummed, palming your breasts before she pulled the bra off, unclasping it with her mechanical fingers, your breasts falling into their natural place had her almost drooling.

Sevika's body on top again, finally, as she pressed kisses at the nape of your neck, biting in an animalistic manner. This was the beast she'd held in for so long, she pulled and tugged at your clothes, her hardened member rubbing against your ass cheeks making you giggle, “Needy?”

Well, she drools a lot.

“Sevika!” You screamed out, scratching at her shoulder as you tightened around her cock, her eyes rolled back as she felt the warmth of your tight, clenching pussy, “T-too much.” you stuttered and whimpered.

You pulled your pajamas off, along with your pristine white, now drenched and soiled with your discharge, panties off. “I don't even care about foreplay anymore,” Sevika said before she, without warning, thrusted her huge cock inside you.

“You can take it,” she reassured, though not so gently, and started ramming into your pussy, her thrusts careless and sloppy as she continued fucking into your hole, making you see stars. Her hands came down to grab your thighs as she forced them to spread, they were closing because of the pleasure and pain in your hole.

You hadn't had anything inside you for a month, and now the sudden intrusion made your pussy feel a burning stretch that felt absolutely delicious. Your breasts were bouncing up and down, one hand tangling in the sheets while the other held onto Sevika's bulging bicep, “F-f-fuck!”

You managed to let out a stuttering curse word, only egging Sevika on further. Sevika growled, “Taking me so well, little slut, I'm gonna ruin this hole,” she thrusted harder, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs. “Touch yourself,” she ordered and you started rubbing your clitoris, your other hand playing with your nipple as she continued fucking you.

“Daddy, feels too good, please cu-cum…” you begged and blabbered. Drool, tears and sweat running down your face as she completely ruined you. “What a slut,” Sevika spat as she continued her actions, and with two powerful thrusts, she shot thick ropes of semen deep in your womb, making your toes curl and you squirted on her length right after.

Your back arched and lifted off the mattress momentarily while your legs and hands twitched. Sevika's thrusting barely ceased, she thrusted a few more times before she collapsed on the sheets beside you.

Your thighs and back fell back down on the mattress, chest heaving up and down rapidly as you tried to calm down. “S-So rough…” you managed a small whiny complaint, semen oozing out of your abused hole. Sevika only chuckled in response, “So wasted, my little dolly.”

She didn't stop there, she got up, lining her cock up against your asshole making you whimper and shake your head. “Daddy, no…” You got on your knees and tried to crawl away but Sevika took the chance, grabbing your forearms and shoving her cock in your asshole.

The burning pain was too much, making your legs shake and your hands started clawing at the sheets in an attempt to find comfort. Sevika pulled out a little, spitting on her cock, shoving it back in your ass and within a few more thrusts, it started feeling like a different sort of pleasure completely.

Your eyes widened, tears streaming down your cheeks as you cried into the pillow, “Daddy, no! Not in my butt!” You sniffled and cried. “Stop being such a whiny slut,” Sevika let go of your arms to send a harsh slap on your ass making your hips jerk a little, she grabbed your waist with both hands and started ramming into your asshole.

Her huge, veiny cock was slipping in and out of your asshole with ease, arousal dropping from your pussy and onto the sheets.

You never felt so humiliated and spent. “Taking daddy's cock so well,” she slapped your ass and continued thrusting, “Please, daddy, it hurts so much…” you protested weakly but she didn't stop.

Sevika slowly slipped her cock out of your body, watching as your asshole twitched a little, cum seeping out.

“C'mon you can do it, you're my girl aren't you?” Sevika threw her head back as you tensed up, asshole clenching, “Fuck, do that again.” You blinked a little in confusion and moaned when she thrusted and you clenched again. You gasped, “D-d-daddy!—” as she came inside your asshole too.

“Pretty,” she mumbled, shoving in a finger lazily fingering you.

“Let's get you a bubble bath now.”

“Daddy, can't, not anymore,” you whispered but she didn't cease her fingering, her mechanical hand slipping down to rub your pussy, pinching your clit. Your face contorted as you squirted. Sevika helped you onto your back and gave you a moment to catch your breath before she gave you a soft kiss on the head.

[girlcowboy]

rhett abbott | the new boutique in town

a/n: okayyy yes i have a breeding kink. whatever. complain about it

cw: breeding, mentions of future pregnancy, slight cnc? maybe? if you squint, slight daddy kink, slight mommy kink

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

There's a new boutique in town. Nondescript, cute, with a quaint little sign.

Walking in has you sighing in relief as the air conditioning hits your face. Wabash summers are no joke, after all, the air outside sticky and suffocating. You hair is stuck, matted, to your forehead with sweat as you step inside.

Only once inside do you realize what kind of boutique it is exactly. A slow heat creeps up your face, having nothing to do with the sun blazing outside those doors. You avoid eye contact with the lingerie clad half-mannequins.

"Ma'am?" One of the store clerks greets you eagerly. "Lookin' for somethin' new?"

You almost turn tail. You almost say no, and walk right back out those doors. But, the thought, the mere idea, of the look on Rhett's face if he saw you in one of these lacy, silky things has you pausing. Humming in interest.

"Actually," You grin. "Maybe you can help me."

Rhett never comes home quietly. Sometimes he tries, oh, dear, does he try. He'll think he's slick, quiet as a mouse, trampling in like one of those rodeo bulls he mounts in his heavy boots and clacking spurs. He'll set down his keys in the little dish on the counter by the door, right on top of yours, and take his hat off, throwing it on the table as he shakes his sweaty hair out.

He's not quiet today, trampling in, screen door slamming. "Darlin'? 'M home."

It's hard not to be nervous. It's even harder not to be excited. Things like this don't come easy, and they don't come cheap. Silk stretches across your chest, drapes down over your stomach and just barely hits the top of your thighs. Lace adorns the edges, soft as anything.

"In here!"

"Where's my pretty thing?" Comes Rhett's rumbling voice, low and tired, as he makes his way to your bedroom. "Darling?"

"Hey," You breathe as he appears in your doorway. You lean back on your hands from where you're sitting, perched, on the edge of the bed. Your hands smooth over the sheets.

Rhett stops. Stares at you, eyes darkening. His throat, that damned Adam's apple that's gonna get you in trouble one day, bobs in a damn near thirsty swallow.

He melts against the doorway, groaning appreciatively.

"Oh, God," Rhett rumbles, quickly making his way across the room. You giggle as his hands scramble at his belt, huge hands working the buckle and practically throwing the damn thing across the room. It skids on the floor with a noise neither of you care to listen to. "God, Mama, ain't you a sight."

"Y'like it?" You ask shyly as he finally gets his hands on you, placing your own hands on his firm chest (and God, the hard muscle there has saliva pooling in your mouth). Rhett's palms slide up your waist, fisting silk between his fingers like he's just barely got a reign on himself. He takes a few deep breaths in through his nose and out his mouth, warm breath fanning across the skin of your neck as he nudges his nose there.

Rhett just... hovers over you for a second, breathing in your scent with his eyes closed.

"Baby, I don't even know what to do wi' myself right now," He admits quietly, voice thick. "You- When'd you- Where'd you-?"

"There's this new little place in town, y'know, in historic downtown-?" You try and tell him but you're thoroughly distracted by his roaming hands, grabbing at your thighs and hovering over your chest like he wants to grab so, so badly. Your voice comes out breathy, "Yeah, well, anyway... they're sellin' stuff like this."

"This- you get-" Rhett clenches the meat of your thigh in his hand, just on the side of painful. Like he can't help it. "-More?"

"This ain't the only one, if'n that's what you're askin'." You breathe out. A groan tears itself from Rhett's chest, deep in his throat as he tips you backwards onto the bed. You go eagerly, happy to be splayed out under your cowboy as he climbs on top of you, boots and jeans and all. "Got a couple more. Y'really like it?"

Rhett's eyes are suspiciously wet when he lifts his head from your neck, mouth dropped open just barely.

"Hell," He rasps. "How'd I become the luckiest man alive? Huh?"

"Well, I don't know about all'a that, now..." You huff, secretly pleased. "I'm glad you like it, 'cause it came out your bank account."

"Good," The cowboy replies immediately. "You use every last drop that's in that account, honey, and I'd die a happy man."

You slowly, carefully, trail your fingers down his chest as your thigh lifts to meet in-between his, nudging the bulge straining the fabric of his jeans. He's hot and heavy against your thigh. "You sayin' you wouldn't die a happy man right now, cowboy?"

Rhett huffs under his breath, letting his chin thunk down on top of your head as he grabs at you, steadying himself. "I'm not all certain I ain't dead right now, I'll be honest wi' you, babydoll."

"Well, I'm glad you're not," You huff a laugh as you tangle your hand in his shirt. "'Cause I'm hoping you're 'bout to get this thing off me, instead."

"Oh, darlin', I'm not sure you could stop me from gettin' this off'a you," Rhett admits quietly, leaning back to just... stare at you. He drags his gaze over your form like a weapon, heavy and armed.

"Cowboy, you'd be lucky to pry me off you," You laugh, tugging gently at the curls at the base of his neck. He grins like the Devil at that, leaning into you're touch like he just can't help it.

"Ohh, I'm real sure," Rhett agrees eagerly. "How 'bout you help me get this bullshit off first?"

Immediately, you're helping him tug his shirt off over his head (helping is a loose term, more like running your hands up his now revealed stomach and pecs, smoothing your palms over his warm skin). He shakes his hair out once the shirt is off, throwing it somewhere across the room to join his belt.

Rhett's dark eyes meet your heated gaze.

"Quit lookin' at me like that 'fore I do somethin' real stupid," He says quietly. You grin up at him.

"I want you to do something stupid," Leaning back on your hands again, palms smoothing over the sheets as you bare your chest to him. His eyes lock on your chest, where silk is stretched over your soft skin. Something hungry erupts in his eyes and you swear you see drool pooling at the corner of his mouth. "Jeans?"

He hastily kicks off his dirty boots, the wood and leather of them hitting the floor loudly as he scrambles at his fly, getting off of you just briefly to shove his jeans off, past his thighs and pooling on the floor.

Rhett's on you in between one second and the next, sliding his hand across your jaw and the other into your hair, slamming your lips together in a heated mash of tongue and eagerness.

You moan into his mouth, his tongue already lapping at yours, and receive a happy groan in return. Rhett's grabbing at you, holding your head in place as he tries his darndest to get close, to get deeper inside your mouth, as far as you'll let him reach. You grip his shoulders in your hands, nails digging crescent moons into his tanned and sweaty skin. He likes that, too, and makes his appreciation known by nudging his hips into the crux of your thigh, cock sitting hot and heavy in his dark boxer briefs.

"Tell me you wan' it, baby," He mumbles into your mouth. "Tell me you need this as badly as I do, cause-"

"I need it, please," You try not to whine, you really do, but you're already getting moist between your thighs, pulse thudding. "Please?"

"Been thinkin' about you all damned day," Rhett rumbles, eyebrows furrowed as he breaks the kiss and reconnects your lips rapidly, once, twice, slick lips sliding against your jaw and over your mouth in his haste. "Out in that heat, God, you're all I can think about. Your pretty little mouth, those fuckin' red lips, and- Good God, your pretty little fuckin' pussy, baby-"

"The Devil talks outta your mouth, Rhett!" You laugh as he travels down your neck, biting at you like some sort of rabid dog. "That mouth of yours is gonna get you in some real trouble one day, cowboy."

"Well," He huffs against your skin. "I'm hoping it gets me into some real trouble with you right now, Mama."

Instead of dignifying that with a response, you just huff another laugh at bite at his jaw, face already sore from where he's dragged his stubble at against your skin. You shriek a laugh as he hauls you up the bed, fingers digging bruises into your waist as he settles over you.

"Now, as pretty as you look, baby," Rhett starts, staring at your chest mournfully. "I'm thinkin' it's time you get this off."

His fingers slide under the strap of your lingerie, snapping it back against your skin. You stare up at him, eyes dark and mouth open just slightly to breathe.

"Whatever you say," You breathe eagerly, already nodding your head. Rhett slides his hands up under the silk, palms smoothing over the heated skin of your stomach and up to cup your chest. He holds you reverently, like something precious. Like something he don't wanna break. "C'mon, Daddy, get this shit off me."

Rhett rumbles through an incredulous laugh before he's peeling you out of the silky, lacy thing, same way y'all went about getting his shirt off, like he's eager to see it go. And maybe he is- as pretty as it is, you're real sure he likes the sight of your bare chest a whole lot better.

"You're so pretty, baby," He murmurs as he settles your lingerie to the side (keeping it for later? You laugh internally). Rhett's gaze falls to your chest and then lower, where you're bare. "You weren't wearing anythin' beneath that? Jesus, Mary, and Joseph."

"Don't pretend you don't like it that way," You retort, sliding your hands up his thighs, feeling the hair there brush against your palms. You hitch your leg up, just barely, and give him a real show. His eyes tighten, and so do the hands now on your hips.

Rhett takes a deep breath, hands flexing against your skin.

"I- I can't keep holdin' back like this much longer, darlin'," He admits, accent thicker and voice just slightly deeper.

"I want you inside, Daddy," You murmur, trailing your hands up his stomach. He shivers. "Please?"

"You damned tease," The cowboy breathes, head hung low. "You were sent by the Devil."

"Yeah, well, the Devil says go 'head and hurry up," You tell him, tapping at his chest. Your hand finds his and you lead him down, slower, nudging his fingers at your wetness. "Can you feel how wet I am for you? How bad I want it?"

The boxers are off in less than three seconds, flat, and he's forcing his fingers inside of you before you can get more than a glimpse at his hard, aching cock, on the wrong side of an angry purple and bobbing in the air like an eager dog. You whimper happily as he works you open, not really doing anything more than feeling your wetness, before you're empty again.

"I can't really wait much longer, darlin'," Rhett confesses, sweat dripping down his nose and blotting into the sheets. "You think you can take it?"

He nudges the tip of his cock against your opening, just resting there. His fingers are wrapped so tight under the head it looks painful.

"I can take it," You soothe, running your hand down his arm. God, his arms. "You're gonna make me take it, right, cowboy?"

"Yeah," He breathes, head nodding just barely. "Yeah. I'll make it fit, honey."

And he does. God, does he. It's not enough prep, not nearly enough for his stupidly big cock that gives him more of an ego every day that passes by, but he forces it in nonetheless. Inch by inch, he breaches your walls, carving a way for himself inside of you, stinging just enough to be painful.

It's good. It's so fucking good.

"Rhett, Rhett," You mewl, clawing at his arms. He shushes you like a wild animal, little soothing "sh, sh, sh" noises as he goes deeper and deeper. You gulp down air like your life depends on it. Rhett holds your thighs open, settled between them like he belongs there, thumb soothing over your heated skin.

"Takin' it so good, baby," He praises, petting down your hair. You breathe into the skin of his chest. "Like you were fuckin' made for me."

He's so snug against your cervix that you feel like maybe he was the one made for you. A perfect fit, his hips flush with yours. It's a feeling you'll never quite get over.

"Move," You croak. "Please. Please, Rhett?"

"Ain't no reason to beg, baby," Rhett grunts as he slides out of you, just to the tip, before slamming in again. His hips stutter into a steady pace, tip dragging over your walls on each tug out. "Fuck. Fuck! Baby, darlin'-"

You mewl. High, embarrassing, but it only eggs Rhett on, his hips slamming into yours even harder. Huge hands scramble at your hips, tugging you down to meet his thrusts (not that it's needed- you're rolling your hips back in time with him, goading him on).

"You gon' let me cum inside, baby?" He questions, pitched and breathy. "You gon' let me in? Huh?"

"Still not on birth control- oh, my God!" You break out into a cry of pleasure as he slams on that spot inside of you.

"I don't give a fuck," He snarls, low in his throat. "If you cared, you wouldn't've let me in bare. You wan' it, don't you, baby? You want me to put a baby in your little tummy? Plant my fucking seed there, get you all knocked up like a good little Mommy?"

"Oh, my fucking God," You whimpers, eyes screwed shut. You don't know how he does it, how he gets heat to race through your veins, how he gets you to draw so close so fast, heat pooling into your abdomen and threatening to spill out. "Oh, God, oh, God,"

"Yeah, baby, you like that?" Rhett murmurs. "You like my cock in your little pussy? You like me fuckin' you raw?"

"Uh-huh," You nod pathetically, the wind knocked out of you with each rock of his hips into yours. "Fuck, please, please-"

"Good girl, good fucking girl," Rhett rumbles in your ear. His hips stutter. "You gonna take it, baby? Fuck, I'm so close, where- where you want it, baby, you gotta tell me- fuck, you gotta let me pull out-"

Hell to the fucking no. You roll your hips up into his, locking your legs around his hips as he fucks into you deeper. He's panting into your shoulder, now, lips sliding down until they can find your chest, biting and sucking at the skin there. Your fingers slide into his hair without thinking, holding him there as he suckles at you.

"Inside, honey," You murmur. "Inside, inside, please, cum inside me-"

Rhett doesn't respond, just groans into your skin as his hips stutter noticeably. He holds you down so hard you have no chance of escape, that is if you even wanted to. The way you pulse around him certainly gives you away.

"I'm gonna come," You rasp desperately, clutching at his shoulder. The headboard slams loudly against the wall, over and over, the entire bed shaking with your combined efforts.

"C'mon, baby, give it to me, come on Daddy's cock, babydoll," Rhett whines, scrambling at your waist. "I ain't gon' last much longer neither, honey, c'mon-"

"Fuck!" You weep as he drags over that spot again, then again, slowing his hips to a grind as you draw closer. The heat pooling in your abdomen explodes, stars lighting up behind your eyes as Rhett shoves his hand between the two of you, thumbing over where you're joined. "Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck-" "That's it, baby, give it to me," Rhett murmurs, eyes lidded. His pupils are completely blown, those baby blues nothing but a faint, thin ring. He holds your hips flush to him as he comes with you twitching and pulsing around him, pumping you full of his cum. Heat spreads hot through you, the head of his cock pressed direct to your open, spongey cervix. "Atta girl, that's my good girl, God, baby..."

"Daddy," You whine. His cock twitches in you, just enough to feel it. "Fuck, wait, you came inside..."

"My momma's gon' be so pissed," Rhett breathes out heavily. You giggle, and that sets him off, too, the cowboy laughing on top of you. "Okay, wait, jus' hold on..."

He slowly slips his softening cock from your aching hole, the lack of prep catching up to you. There's one moment of quiet before his cum starts dripping out of you, sliding down your skin.

Without a word, Rhett swallows as he gathers it back onto his fingers and shoves it back inside your hole. Your hips twitch.

He doesn't meet your content, languid gaze as he sighs, petting over your thigh with his opposite hand.

"There's- pills now," Rhett struggles to say, practically biting it through his lips. "For this sorta thing."

"Naw," You say. His dark gaze meets yours. You cover his hand with yours, silently shaking your head. "No."

"Yeah?" He whispers, like he can't quite believe it. His eyes brighten as he fully registers what you're saying. "Yeah?"

You bite your lip between your teeth, nodding. A disbelieving smile breaks out across Rhett's pretty face.

"Yeah, Rhett," You tell him sweetly as he whoops, laughing loudly as he gathers you up in his arms. You laugh back.

"Oh, baby," He swears. "Oh, darlin'. Just you wait. You're not leaving this bed for the next week, hell, this next month, not if I can help it."

"Oh, cowboy," You smile back. "I'm counting on it."

[k4vehrtz]

WHORETICULTURE. various jjk men / sub gn. reader

synopsis. filled with lust for some fucking guy.

who. nanami kento / satoru gojo / toji fushiguro / heian era! sukuna . ✦ . what. one night stand / unprotected sex / mild religious themes/ thigh riding / slut shaming / against a wall / mean dom (or just brat)! satoru / exes with benefits / exhibition / recreational drug use + alcohol consumption ergo dubious consent / oral (r giving) / body betrayal / brat! reader / implied cnc kink + masochism / domination loss / mild degradation + nipple play / double penetration

notes. terms are kept general thus gender neutral reader but it’s entirely up to your interpretation. a mini compilation of thirsts i had while attempting to fight writer’s block and an unforgiving schedule.

⸻ ## I KNEW IT WHEN I. . .

MET HIM !

[ NANAMI KENTO ]

nanami kento was the embodiment of the traditional man in every sense. he was a businessman — clad in a white button–down, black slacks, and a matching tie hanging around his collar. five days a week, monday to friday, nine a.m. to five p.m. a true provider.

that much you can assume from observation alone. he’s not like the usual crowd; the man stands out. so, it’s only natural that you become curious.

“i’m not above sex before marriage,” and when he speaks, he takes his time to carefully enunciate each word with practised precision. something you didn’t know you were attracted to until now, straddling his thighs.

“somethin’ tells me you’re not just a—” he presses a finger to your lips, interjecting, “if you’re suspicious of me we can always stop,” and you quiet down, rocking your hips back and forth as you feel his erection grow beneath your crotch.

the backseat of his car is a tight fit but it makes it all the more intimate. remnants of nicotine on his breath waft across your face, warming your skin.

“the windows are tinted,” he murmurs, tracing the outline of your lips with his thumb, “it’s as private as it’s going to get,” before inserting the aforementioned finger into your mouth.

you smile to the best of your ability, wet muscle swirling around the salty digit as you maintain your grinding. slow and steady, purposeful movements that prompt just the right amount of friction between the two of you.

“isn’t this—” nanami interjects once more (you can barely get a word out), by way of pressing his thumb against your tongue thus causing a copious amount of saliva to cascade down your face. it’s wet and messy and done entirely for his own amusement. “we’re not celibate.”

[ SATORU GOJO ]

“do you—” he pauses mid–sentence, startling blue eyes fixated on his cock sliding in and out of your puffy entrance before continuing, “usually sleep with the stranger that saves you from a creep at the club or am i special?”

if you could’ve, you would’ve rolled your eyes. he’s talkative — too talkative but you find yourself enjoying the sound of his voice anyway. your hole quivers and tightens, gripping him like a vice at the implication that hangs between the two of you.

“i’m not easy ‘toru,” you protest in a weak attempt to sound firm though it leaves your parted lips as a breathy whine instead. and satoru smiles at that, chest rising and falling rapidly as he laughs.

“when did i say you were easy, stupid?” he asks, feigning innocence as he tilts his head to one side, bringing one hand up to your face to pat your cheek.

the action being somewhat degrading in its own sense. but ‘toru — satoru — was just like that. saying one thing and meaning or doing another. you couldn’t wrap your head around him.

and he revels in the fact, his smile continuing to grow; the type that meets his eyes and makes them crinkle ever so slightly.

“you wound me,” he tsks, bringing his lips closer to your ear as your body jolts upwards against the wall in sync with his cock bullying your hole, “all i meant by it was that we just met and look where we are now.”

‘it’s the same thing’ you think, but that’s all it is — a thought. when your lips part, you only vocalize a string of  moans. satoru was a labyrinth and you were lost in him — or rather the pleasure he provides.

“bet you’re already justifying this in your head.”

⸻ ## I LOVED HIM WHEN I. . .

LEFT HIM !

[ TOJI FUSHIGURO ]

“what —” he lifts the shot glass to his parted lips, “are you thinkin’ about?” before swallowing a mouthful of cheap liquor, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he does so.

it’s a good question; one you don’t know the answer to, but a good question all the same. you’re thinking about everything and anything while simultaneously not thinking at all — a blunt dangling haphazardly between your lips.

“you want to know what i’m thinkin’ about?” so you answer his question with a question like a smart ass instead, leaning in until you’re nose–to–nose with the man you swore you’d never see again. and he doesn’t hesitate, a half–smile playing on his lips as they ghost yours. they’re warm, lighting a fire beneath the surface of your skin in its wake.

“no, i don’t want to know,” he sing–songs in response, catching you somewhat off guard. what blindsided you though was him lowering the waistband of both his grey sweatpants and his boxers. his cock, exposed to the cool air of the alleyway, standing at full mast—a vein running from the base to the tip.

suddenly your mouth feels dry and your knees feel the slightest bit weaker. it’s muscle memory — or its evil cousin that encourages your body to betray you.

you’re sinking to your knees, blunt discarded somewhere on the concrete (for god’s sake, you don’t care). your lips part, cheeks hollowed and throat relaxed. quiet anticipation coursing through your veins as you feel the weight of his cock in your palms.

“you know what to do,” he rumbles from above you, picking at the beds of his nails. and he’s right, you do know what to do; how he likes it.

you take him into your mouth, dragging your tongue along the outline of his piercing some ways below the head of his cock. and toji lets out a satisfied groan. once, twice, and then a third time before you focus on taking his full length into your mouth inch by inch until he’s hit the back of your throat.

from there, you move your mouth along his length, tracing every inch of it with your tongue — imprinting its shape in your mind all over again. it’s more like refreshing an old memory rather than creating a new one.

“knew you’d—” he clenches his jaw, cock throbbing in your mouth as saliva mixed with his pre–cum slips past your lips stretched to capacity around him, “come back t’me.”

 [ HEIAN ERA! SUKUNA ]

“i’m—” your breath hitches, catching in your throat in sync with the rise of your shoulders, “many things my lord, but sorry isn’t one of them,” as your hips stutter.

momentarily. one hundred and twenty seconds.

it takes sukuna less than thirty seconds to capitalize on your fault. two hands wrap around your hips, nails pressed into the tender skin forming crescent-shaped indents. you’re forced to move to his rhythm now; cruel and unforgiving.

“should’ve focused on what’s important little one,” he clicks his tongue in feigned disappointment. he’s far from disappointed though, his cocks — both of them — buried to the hilt throb inside of you. and an onslaught of tears blur your vision; your mind is clouded by a myriad of sensations.

you’re somewhere between excruciating pain and unbelievable feats of pleasure.

“this isn’t—” you try, albeit with great difficulty as your words come in between gasps. but sukuna interjects, the corners of his lips curling upwards: “fair? stupid, this game of ours was never meant to be but you know that already.”

two more hands make contact with your skin after that exchange; two fingers on one hand pinching your nipple whereas the other holds your face in place so that you maintain eye contact with him.

and sukuna rolls his eyes as soon as your gazes meet though it’s a somewhat playful gesture. something most would find difficult to picture. but not you — never you.

“stop pretending to be a damsel in distress i’m not a—” he pauses mid–sentence, smile growing as he thrusts his hips, “well, i’m not that kind of monster,” the sound of his skin colliding with yours echoing throughout the room.

you whimper, staring at him through half–lidded eyes and a curtain of lashes wet with unshed tears: “i like what i like.”

 © k4vehrtz — all rights reserved. do not, under any circumstances, plagiarize / repost / translate my work.

[lostinlovingrevery]

Girls Just Want To Have Fun

Weapon X/Logan Howlett X F! Reader

You're just a girl in your own world

A/N: This is the most vile and weirdest thing I've ever written.

Warnngs: TW: NONCON/CNC elements! SMUT, MDNI, reader is 21+, also reader is a bit unhinged and bratty and a bit delusional lol, unprotected PiV, multi creampies, Oral (M and F! recieving) rough sex, choking, stalkerish vibes, biting, mention of blood, feral logan, weapon x logan, mentions of mutant politics, Van attempting to write an 80's vibe, includes Cyndi Laupers song Girls Just Wanna Have Fun (teehee), a tad bit dark humor

“I KNOW! She is such a bitch!” 

Posters filled with scantily clad pop idols and glammed-up rock bands covered the walls, with hints of vintage floral wallpaper spotting through. You sat in a messy bedroom, with a floor covered in clothes, cropped tops and ripped jeans, a bra hanging off a half-open dresser drawer. A pair of pink and blue rollerblades hang off the back of the cream-colored bedroom door. Stacks of movies sat on a tv, movies such as Nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the 13th, and Halloween. 

“And she has the nerve to ask me if I was serious about college? Like, homegirl, I’ll switch my major again if you don’t stop judging me, so I don’t have to deal with your constipated wrinkly ass.” 

You admired your nails, as you finished putting on a fresh glossy coat of neon pink over them.. You were lying in bed, on your belly and lazily kicking your legs behind you, a corded yellow phone up to your ear, supported by your shoulder. You heard your best friend yap about her own college counselor, who was some old perverted man who carried some very old-fashioned ideals about women in education. 

Bright pink bubblegum bubbles pop against your lips, as you continue chewing, smacking your lips loudly before blowing another bubble, and popping it again loudly. Raucous laughter escapes you as you hear your friend tell a hilarious joke.

Outside in the dark. A tall looming figure stood behind a tree. A cold wind blows as leaves scattered across the ground. 

You sat up on your bed, sitting cross-legged, as you reached to your nightstand for your can of cherry Coke and sipped loudly, smearing your red lipstick over the aluminum. You giggled again at another joke. 

“You’re so bad Mary-Ann!” You laugh, you look over at the tall mirror leaning on the wall, leaning forward and fixing your lipstick with your middle finger, and popping your lips together. Admiring the blue and purple eyeshadow, and cat-claw eyeliner you tried on. You also recently got a perm, and love the way your curls popped out your features.

You and Mary-Ann went shopping today. You bought TONS of new clothes, some new makeup. Even decided to try out some Wet n Wild waterproof eyeliner. So far, it’s held up great - especially because Mary-Ann hasn’t stopped with her so-funny jokes. You were laughing so hard you were tearing up.

“Shut up! Oh my god.” You threw your head back, standing up from your bed. The phone cord follows you across the room, stretching over your mattress as you set your nail polish back in the messy jewelry box on your desk. “Oh, by the way, did you see Van Halen on MTV? It was SO cool!” 

The looming figure stands watching. His eyes searching the front of the house- minuscule details he’s observing. He picks up movement in one window- lit up bright on the top floor. He sees a woman with hair that curls down her shoulders walk by, her figure made a shadow by the warm lighting inside. He tracks her movements. 

“Van Halen, Yeah!" I want to get their album.” You say as you mess with your jewelry box, a poor attempt to organize it. You scoff at the tangled mess of your necklaces and push the lid of the box down, turning back to examine the rest of your room lazily as you listen to Mary-Ann ramble about Madonna. You liked her, but not as much as Cyndi Lauper. Now that was a real idol for you. She understood you. 

You pushed your curtain aside, looking out into the dark expanse of your yard. For a moment, you thought you saw something shift by the old Oak tree. A small chill ran up your spine as you felt like there were eyes on you… Then Mary-Ann mentions something that made you remember Bobby Wilkins and your earlier conversation with him on the phone.

“Oh! Before I forget, guess who asked me out again?...” You turned away, forgetting the momentary creeps you felt, as you dropped your curtain. Not noticing the figure appearing beside the tree again. 

You bite your tongue, as you wait for Mary-Ann to guess, and when she says the name, you scream and jump. “Yes!” You giggle. “Out of ALL the men I’ve been with, he actually seems to know what he’s doing too. He lasted a whole song, can you believe that? I think he may make things official too, finally.”

Mary-Ann giggled over the line, and before you could continue, you heard beeping. You glanced at the radio clock with white blocky numbers that sat on your bedside table and rolled your eyes. “Mary-Ann? I gotta go, the parents are calling.” You scoffed. Mary-Ann bids you goodbye and good luck, you make a kissing noise to the receiver, before ending her call and answering the next. 

A small shuffle through the leaves. A cricket chirps nearby, suddenly falling silent as bare feet walk through the dewy grass, wet from an earlier rain storm. A wooden gate with a metal padlock sat in the quiet darkness. A sharp snikt! 

The padlock falls into the grass, impossibly cut in half.

“Hello?” You tilted your hips with a hand placed on them, annoyance on your face.

“Hello darling, me and your father are just doing our check-in. Is everything alright?”

“Yes, Mom.” Your tone, a tad condescending, rolls your eyes as you walk around your messy room. Kicking clothes to the side, fiddling with the ear of an old stuffed bunny that you’ve had since childhood, made by your dear departed grandmother when you were born. 

“Did you finish your coursework?”

“I didn’t have any.” 

“Now I find that a little hard to believe dear.”

“Are you really calling me a liar?” You scoffed. 

“No, I-” 

You heard the sound of your father talking, his stern voice demanding your mother hand him the phone. You heard his angry breath as she obliged. 

“Hi, Daddy.” You purse your lips as you prepare for yet another mind-numbing lecture. 

“Darling, you need to start taking your education seriously! I’m paying for your college. That is something most children don’t get the luxury of! You are 22 years old, it is time to start building your life! Time to take on some responsibility!”

You walked back to the mirror hanging on the wall, rolling your eyes as you listened to your father lecture you about responsibility and your future, and blah, blah, blah.

Bor-ing!

“Do you not care about the work me and your mother put in raising you!”

“Daddy, take a chill pill,” You scoffed, nearly a whine. “I love you and mom, but sometimes girls just want to have fun? Y’know?” You smiled, twirling your hair. 

You heard an exasperated sigh. A twinge of guilt tugged at your heart. It’s not that you don’t want to have an education or responsibilities. You just spent your whole life being prim and proper for your father, the politician! You just simply wanted to party a little, and have some wild memories to look back on before you become stuffy and serious like your old man…

The back door slides open slowly. The family dog, a German Shepard lifts his head from his bed, curiously watching the intruder as he silently crosses the room, pitched in black. The tall, muscular man, dressed in shadows, stared down at Shepard as if observing the pooch as well. 

The intruder tilted his head, as he listened to the voice coming from the stairwell, a faint glow of light bleeding down the stairwell. He turns and walks towards it. The dog goes back to his resting state, seemingly unaffected by the animal that has come into his house. 

“Well, me and your mother will be home Thursday. You’ll be fine till then, correct?”

“Duh.” You scoffed. You smacked your lips, “Did the conference go okay?”

“No, unfortunately. Seems I’m the only one to support those poor people.” 

“I’m sure there’s someone out there who supports me daddy, maybe you need to look for them. Not everyone is as outspoken as you.” You say, in some attempt to support your father. “If not, at least you’ll be the first.”

“Thanks dear…. Don’t have too much fun, understand?”

“Yeah yeah. Bye dad. Tell mom bye.” You ended the call.

What a bummer!

You walked across the room, shedding articles of your clothes off. Your white crop-top, and your light blue bellbottoms, discarding them on the floor among your mess of clothes. Leaving in a matching pink panty set and socks. You grabbed your walkman and pulled the headphones over the curls of your hair. 

You mess with the player, rewinding to get back to the first song. You and Mary-Ann made a bunch of cassette tapes of your favorite songs. Took forever, but so worth it. 

Pressing play, you listened to the cheerful synthetic beat synth and a grin appeared across your face. 

I come home in the morning light

my mother says when you gonna live your life right

oh mother dear we're not the fortunate ones

and girls they want to have fun

oh girls just want to have fun

You clipped the walkman onto your french-cut panties, and began to rock your hips back and forth to the beat of the song.

The phone rings in the middle of the night

my father yells what you gonna do with your life

A flip of hair back and forth, curls bouncing and falling over your shoulders

oh daddy dear you know you're still number one

but girls they want to have fun

oh girls just want to have

Some fun

Wanna have

You brought your arms up, as you closed your eyes and began mouthing to the words, swinging your hips in a flamboyant manner that matches the song. 

Girls, they want, wanna have fun

Girls, wanna have

You rolled your head, eyes still closed,

That's all they really want

some fun

when the working day is done

you know girls, they want to have fun

You danced around the room, kicking clothes in the air, not a care in the world. The upbeat synth filled your core, excitement buzzing through you-

Some boys take a beautiful girl

and hide her away from the rest of the world

I want to be the one to walk in the sun…

Oh, girls, they wanna have fun

Oh, girls just wanna have

A spin, your curls flying

That's all they really want

some fun

when the working day is done

you know girls, they want to have fun

Oh, girls just wanna have fun

You mimicked dance moves you’ve watched on MTV, a few steps forward, a shimmy of your shoulders. God, you must look so hot right now!

You opened your eyes, looking in the mirror in front of you, admiring the way your body looked,

When your heart dropped. 

You almost didn’t notice it at first.

Him

A shadow, standing in the darkness of your hallway, right outside the doorway. A tall, dark, looming figure whose whites of his eyes you could barely make out- staring right at you. 

You slowly turned around, your lips parted, your heart frozen, and your blood cold.

Girls, they want, wanna have fun

Girls wanna have

The song continues playing, blaring in your ears- making you think your heart did physically stop because you couldn’t even hear your heartbeat. You stare at the figure, eyes wide, he was nearly as tall as your doorway! 

He took a step forward into the light of your room, barely lit by your lamp. You audibly gasped. 

A beastly, muscular man. He wore some type of metal helmet on his head, cage-like in appearance- very gnarly. Brown, scraggly grown-out hair down to his shoulders, a thick, ungroomed beard. His eyes narrow and focus on you. Nostrils flaring with each breath, a mean scowl that should scare you. Except it didn’t.

Your eyes trailed over the muscular body, you have never seen a man look so…Tasty before. Hair, strong, tense arms, you could make out each vein, flexed against his skin. His toned stomach tensed and flexing with each breath. A hairy trail that led down to…

You gasped, your lips parted in an O shape. 

Wow! He’s…..

Huge!

Now, you haven’t seen a lot of penises in your 22 years of living, having only lost your virginity on your 18th birthday (a major disappointment)  and only gathered a body count of just 4 guys (each a step up from the last!), and you did see some dicks in a dirty mag that you and Mary-Ann giggle over in the bookstore. None of them looked like his though. 

You bit your lip and looked up at the strange, feral man. 

“So uh..What’s your name?” You ask, tipping your chin up, attempting to straighten your shoulders. “Got a reason to be in my house?” 

A snarl on his face, as he stepped forward. 

It happened so fast. 

You didn’t even know what hit you, literally.

One moment, you’re dancing to your favorite song in your underwear - the next, a strange naked man with an absolutely bodacious body tackles you! 

There was an initial struggle. Your mirror got knocked over, and your lamp fell to the floor, distorting the light of your bedroom. Blankets pulled off your mattress, your jewelry box fell to the floor in a loud clatter as tangled necklaces and bracelets scattered. Your prized walkman was safely discarded in the pile of laundry.

Legs pushed up in the air, and you let out a loud gasp. 

The man's face pressed to your cloth pussy- as he takes a deep inhale, his nose digging into the space where your clit was located. He let out a strangled groan, before taking another inhale, and you felt yourself grow wet from the sound. 

Bobby Wilkins never smelled you like that!

The man sat up, his hands grabbing the cloth that covered your mound, and ripped it off you with ease- making you yelp. I spent money on that!

His teeth gritted, his nostrils flaring, he looked up at you, before reaching out and ripping your bra off too - for good measure, apparently. Your tits jiggled from the harsh movement, his eyes watching them, as you attempted to push yourself up.

His hand pushed you harshly back to the ground, as he returned to his previous task. A small grunt escaped him as he pressed his nose to your pussy again, another deep breath and a deep moan that sounded human came out of him. Wasting no time, he buried his face into your pussy, his tongue lapping you up. 

“Oh!” You squeaked, your hands grabbing onto the cage-like helmet on his head, gripping it to anchor yourself. You felt his tongue dip into your hole, and gasped, eyes squeezing shut from the stimulating pleasure that was brought on to you. “Oh my God-” you whined, “You’re SO much better than Bobby Wilkins!” 

You arched your back, spreading your legs wider as you thrust your hips against him. An angry grunt escaped him from your squirming, as he grabbed the back of your knees, pushing them down to your sides, rendering you barely able to move as he planted his face back into your pussy, his tongue lapping into you hungrily, his long beard scratching your inner thighs.

You moaned the position you were forced into helplessly. The pleasure of the wild man's tongue made you not even consider how terrible of a situation this is. For you, you were just getting the best head of your life.

A fiery feeling built in your lower stomach. Your toes curled, rhythmic pleasure erupting through you, as you felt yourself tightening over his tongue. A loud cry escaped you as you threw your head back, your legs shaking and trembling from the overwhelming sensation. 

Is that what an orgasm feels like?!

Despite your past relationships, and assuming you did have an orgasm before, your world was now turned upside down. Or actually- right side up.

That was the most orgasm you ever had. 

Your legs went limp, falling to the ground as the man sat up. He grabbed you by the neck, pulling you up from the ground, teeth bared, his face and beard soaked with your wetness, he threw you onto the bed on your stomach. You pant to catch your breath, the high of cumming so hard you saw stars slowly coming down. 

You didn’t have time though, as you felt the man's legs bumping into yours, and before you knew it, his cock pressed into your hole. 

“Oh!” You gasped as you felt him push the tip in roughly before his entire member stretched you open. “Oh, my-” You let out a purr, body slumping into the mattress. You bit your lip, hiding the smile that grew across your face. Wait till Mary-Ann hears about this!

He thrusts inside you in one quick movement, setting your senses on fire as you lurched forward on the bed from the force. His hips flushed against your ass. Your legs shook from the nearly painful intrusion - but you loved it.

You always loved the tall, dark, mysterious men. Fantasies of dark strange men coming into your room just as he had. Mary-Ann thinks it's from the fucked up horror movies you've watched. You think it's because you're a romantic.

His hand came up and grabbed your curls in a fist, pulling your head back harshly as he pulled out to the tip, and slammed back into you. Your hands gripped the sheets, mouth hanging open as he began a brutal and rough pace, slamming his cock into your pussy over and over.

How radical!

His hand came down, pushing into your lower back and holding you in place. His lips curled into a snarl, his hand yanking your hair back harder- making you yelp, turning into a moan. 

For the first time in your life - You’re rendered speechless.

His pace never faltered, you felt that familiar tightening in your lower belly, as your hand reached around to grab his wrist, nails digging into his skin.

He let out a loud shout, as he slammed into you, deep inside, and you felt a warmness filling you up. He didn’t let go of his hold on your hair, panting as ropes and ropes of his cum filled you to the brim, slowly leaking out what could not fit. 

He pulled out, letting go of your body and stepping back from you, his cock hanging limply between his legs as he opened and closed his fists, staring down at your shivering form. A twitch of his dick, and slowly he became hard again. 

You caught your breath, your body shivering from the intensity of his cock slamming into you. A small disappointment rushed through you - you didn’t reach the second orgasm before he finished, but you felt on cloud 9 anyway. What this was, felt so much better than even smoking grass. 

“That was so-”

A yelp escaped you as he grabbed your hips and flipped you onto your back, pushing you further up on your messy bed, he clambered over you. You watched his hard erect cock bouncing in shock. 

I didn’t know they could do that!

The boys you’ve been with, last only 2-3 minutes top, and can’t do anything else after. This wasn’t a boy though, this…this was a man. 

He’s a little weird. You’ll take him over Bobby Wilkins though, any day!

Your legs were pushed back to your shoulders, his hands a tight grip around your ankles as pinned you down. His cock ran through your messy folds, his cum leaking out of you. He angled himself, slamming back inside you, a sickly wet noise heard through the room, making you embarrassed at the sounds coming from you.

As if he doesn’t notice anything other than how good your tight pussy feels.

He resumed a brutal pace into you- except this position felt so much better. His cock hitting that spot inside you that you thought was a myth!

He was grunting, staring down where he was rutting into you, his hips flushed against yours as he buried every inch of himself inside you. A small whine escaped his lips as he tipped his head back, panting over how good you felt. 

When he smelled you, the moment he walked into the house- everything else was forgotten. His orders to kill a man deemed a threat, who is supposed to be in this house. All he could smell though, was you. It drove him feral, the need to claim you, breed you. 

Then he saw you, dancing, carefree, happy.

It triggered something in him. A realization that he wasn’t free. 

His mind was fuzzy a lot of the time. His brain was filled with orders on what to do, how to do it. Torture and pain were all he knew. Occasionally, he can break free from the brainwashing, from being a mindless animal - able to fight back just for a bit until they torture him again until he can do nothing but comply. 

What he was doing to you, was a mix of both instinct and desire. A desire for control, of doing what he wanted. 

When you didn’t recoil from his presence when he didn’t smell the fear from you. He took it as permission. 

His hands came around your throat, fucking you faster in an inhuman pace. Your legs perched on his shoulders. A loud, repeated smacking sound filled the room. 

You looked up at the feral man, and for a moment you saw a flash of humanity in his eyes. Pretty eyes, never seen a boy with such pretty eyes, you couldn’t help but think to yourself. His hands wrapped around your throat, choking you only slightly- but not enough that he told you he was aware. 

Your eyes trailed down to the dog tags dangling around his neck. You could barely read them, only seeing a flash of the name; Wolverine

What kind of name is that?

Your thoughts go blank, as he angle himself and fucked up into you, and that building feeling in your lower belly snapped once more- waves and waves of the ecstasy earlier- only much stronger this time flooded through you, as your body tensed, your back arching and your mouth opened in an O shape as you cried out. 

Tears flooded your eyes, streaming down your cheeks as you were pushed into overstimulation. Electric shot up your spine with each thrust, your hips thrusting up into his with each of his sharp thrusts, slowly melting back into something honey-like as his cock pounded into you.

His hands removed from your neck, moving down to your hips, gripping them so tight- his nails digging into your skin painfully, but only spurred you on. 

Your hands fisted the sheets, as you tilted your head to the side, and he saw his chance. Leaning down, he bit into the crook of your neck, his canines piercing your skin and drawing blood. The taste of iron on his tongue, as he began to moan, eyes rolling back as he clamped down on you, rutting into you and filling you up with his cum for a second time. 

The cold metal of the helmet around his head pressed into your flushed cheeks as he buried his face into your neck - and you wondered why he was wearing something so strange - and so grody!

You heard the sound of cloth ripping - but your ears were ringing too loud for you to confirm what it was.

His cock twitched inside you, releasing the last bits of his cum. He laid over the top of you for longer this time, and you caught your breath- wondering what was next. Your body was humming in pleasure, and carefully you brought your hands up to his arms. Sweat clung to his skin, his muscles hard and tense, flinching at the touch of your hands. 

He lifted his head up, looking at the mark he’d left on your neck. His eyes turned to you, staring down at you in a possessive way. He leaned down to your ear, a deep grumble escaping him as he spoke for the first time. 

“You’re mine.” 

It sent chills down your body, and your pussy tightened around him at the words. 

Wow!

He sure does know how to sweet talk!

“How much money do you make?” You ask, voice raspy. “A girl's gotta make sure she’s taken care of first.”

He stared down at you, and you’re not sure if it was bewilderment or anger on his expression. He roughly stood up, pulling out of you as your limbs feel weakly against the mattress. He grabbed your ankles, pulling you off the mattress and onto the floor, pulling you up onto your knees. You gasped, exhaustion screaming at you, but moaning when he grabbed and fisted your hair again. 

“It’s not a dealbreaker but-” 

You were interrupted as he shoved his cock into your mouth. Your eyes rolled back, gagging as his cock hit the back of your throat. A grunt escaped him, and he fisted both hands into your hair, as he began to face-fuck you. 

He was not nearly done with you.

When you woke up, you were in your bedroom, sprawled across the floor- completely ruined. 

Your muscles were on fire, and your throat hurt terribly, you could barely feel your legs. You glanced around the room, searching for the man, for Wolverine. 

Figures he leaves without a note.

Using what little strength you had left- you pushed yourself up to your feet, using the wall to balance you as you walked across the hall to the bathroom, flipping on the cold light.

You looked at your ruined self in the mirror. Your makeup was smeared over your face, mascara ran down your tear-stained face, small bruises lined your neck and collarbone, and you softly touched the spot where you could see the imprints of the man - Wolverine - teeth, scabbed over. You softly brushed your fingers over it, lips parted as a small breath escaped you. 

You stared at the mark, before looking back at your face in the mirror. A wild grin grew on your face, and you nodded slowly biting your lip.

Bitchin!

10 Years Later

“Logan, don’t forget, we have a visitor coming today, I may need your assistance to keep her busy until I can talk to her,” Charles calls out as Logan begins to leave the room. Logan stopped, quaking a brow.

“Who?”

“She’s the woman I told you about. Running for governor in New York. Her father was an old friend of mine.”

“Politician? No thanks.” Logan shook his head. Xavier rolls his eyes. “I only put up with Hank because he’s earned it. The rest of them can stuff it.” 

“You would have liked them. Her father was the only member of Congress to openly speak out about issues regarding the silent war between mutants and non-mutants. He was the only non-mutant supporter for years. We owe it a lot to him for opening the conversation and not backing down, and his daughter has followed greatly in his footsteps.” 

Logan crossed his arms. “It doesn't matter. These people become corrupt anyway.”

Charles sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Just, give her a tour of the place. All I need you to do. She should be here soon.”

Logan flares his nostrils, “Fine.” He turned and left the room, an aura of pissiness following him and Charles shook his head. 

“Always so rebellious…” He mutters under his breath. 

Logan stepped outside to the front of the mansion, and that's when he saw a car pulled up. At first, he didn’t think it was the woman Charles had talked about. It was a nice car, but not something a governor would drive, they typically had security with them anyway.

He watched, with his arms crossed as it parked, and the driver's side door opened. The chorus of Cyndi Laupers “Girls Just Want to Have Fun” flowing out of the car, before it was shut off.

That’s when you stepped out.

Dressed in a black pin-stripe suit, a pencil skirt that stopped above your knees, red heels to match your lipstick. Your hair is pulled up into a clean, professional bun. Gold hoop earrings accented your features, and a necklace with an X pendant was hanging from your neck

You were chewing gum as you surveyed the estate. 

Pretty place, it reminds you of your childhood home.

You grabbed your bag from the car, pushed the door closed, and walked over to the walkway that led to the front of the mansion, your heels clacked against the concrete and you reached the steps- looking up and seeing the man standing before you, watching you with a frown and a quirk of his brow. 

Your red-painted lips grew into a grin, as you slowly walked up the steps, not looking away from the handsome man staring down at you with that all to familiar scowl.

“Well, hello again.” You greeted once you reached the top step. 

Logan blinked in confusion. His brows creased together. “Excuse me?” He shook his head, as his eyes trailed over your body. You did look a tad familiar. He just couldn’t place you. 

“It’s been a long time, Wolverine.” 

You eyed him like a predator, but your smile screamed friendliness. Your eyes darted down, your hand reaching for the tags that rested around his neck. He stared at you incredously. 

“Though, I’m glad to see you’re in a much better state than when we last met.” 

“What?” He shook his head. You hummed at his confusion. 

“Don’t worry, I’m not offended you don’t remember me. I read your files.” You say, a click of your tongue and a shake of your head. “It’s been a long time and you’ve been through a lot.” You tilted your head, your eyes looking sympathetically at him. 

“Ah you arrived dear.” Charles voice snapped your attention from Logan. You smiled warmly. 

“Hello professor.” You greet him as he was in the doorway. “I was just saying hello to Mr. Howlett.” 

Charles smiled, his eyes darting between you both, and a moment of confusion appeared on his face. “Yes, Logan was so kind to offer to give you a tour of the mansion when you arrived, but my schedule opened up. Would you like to come with me?”

“I would absolutely love to professor.” You beamed. You looked back at Logan, who still held a look of bewilderment. You stepped forward and leaned into his ear, “By the way, I’m still yours.” You whispered. 

He turned to look at you, surprise on his face and you winked, before turning to head inside, taking Charles hand. Logan watched you with wide eyes and parted lips until you both disappeared around the corner. 

Faint memories played in his head, memories from a time he rather not remember - but you, with your red lipstick - 

Oh fuck

He took a step to the doorway, shock coursing through him. Then confusion, bewilderment, perplexed.

Then, he felt a twitch of his cock in his denim. 

[kortac-sweetheart]

uhmmm uhmm uhmmmm happy nikto thirst friday MDNI 18+ content

cw: (consent is fully and well established before each scene) CNC/dub-con, predator prey play/primal play, sub space, exhibitionism(ish), nikto is a masochist AND a sadist(kinda), small choking mention, slight blood kink, aftercare aficionado nikto (NOT PROOFREAD)

not intimately described in detail, reader wears a dress and is smaller than nikto but gender is ultimately ambiguous

whenever you and nikto fall into your bed together it's always sweet, soft-- reverent in the highest degree. it's not boring at all, it's enjoyable everytime, but there's always a guilty fantasy of yours that lingers afterwards. it's not like your husband is opposed to trying new things, he's made it vehemently clear that he's open to trying new things with you (within reason) at least once.

it's how you find yourself in this position now, curled into his side while a shitty werewolf horror movie plays on screen. the big hulking beast, frothing at the mouth, chasing the female lead through the dark woods. you mention it sort of off handedly,

"hmm, i wish we could do that." he doesn't reply, but you can feel his questioning gaze flickering to you.

"just. want you to chase me through the woods, and when you catch me... you have your way with me right there.." you squirm in your seat besides him, thighs clenching and nearly panting at the thought. nikto doesn't say anything in response, but he tightens his grip on you, slipping a hand into your pants and taking care of your needs right there, the movie long disregarded.

you think he's nearly forgotten about the whole thing until he brings it up a week later. breaching the topic to you over a lazy sunday afternoon, with you sitting right next to him at the dinner table.

"little one, about the thing you mentioned last week. the one where we chase you through the woods, how does today at midnight sound?"

the way he mentions it so casually makes you nearly choke on your coffee, sputtering whilst he pats you on the back. when you recover from your shock, you're quick to reply.

"i'd-- i'd like that, yeah." a pleased hum rumbles in his chest, sweeping you tighter underneath his arm as he discusses verbal and nonverbal safe words. he makes you repeat back "red light" to him, and makes you tap him on the thigh three times, smiling when you do so.

and so after the moon rises, you find yourself at the edge of the woods near your home, clad in a little white number from the back of your closet you bought a while ago. ruffles and lace fluttering softly in the wind, a large bow perfectly aligned on the center of your chest, the sheer quality of the dress makes you glow in the moonlight-- the shining aura of an angel amidst the dark backdrop of night.

nikto can't wait to ravage you.

his voice simmering as whispers in your ear "go, little one. don't let us catch you." and sends you sprinting off into the woods with an encouraging pat on your ass.

he's so kind isn't he, little one? allowing you a two minute headstart before the hunt truly begins. it has your heart racing, nerves alight and dripping in adrenaline. even after running for who knows how long there still isn't the faintest trace of your husband, although you can feel his icy gaze following you, shrouded within the trees.

the scant moonlight barely illuminates the path in front of you, and it leaves you vulnerable to your husband all but pouncing on you. he does not strike this time, merely ghosting behind you to remind you of his presence. his masked visage slips away as quickly as he first appeared, vanishing back into the inky blackness.

only moments later does he reappear again, unmasked, seizing your running body as you pass his hiding place. your body suddenly caged beneath his on the forest floor, his broad chest blocking out any trace of moonlight seeping through the canopy.

"caught you." his tone dances on the edge of teasing, almost singsong in quality-- abnormal for the situation you're in. you look ravishing like this, underneath him and panting. your face flushed from exertion and the skirt of your dress rucked up past your thighs.

he leans down and licks a stripe up from your collar bone, up the side of your neck and to your cheek, tasting your sweat.

mmm, simply delicious.

he's everywhere after that, he's all you see, all you smell, hear, feel.

your senses are all flooded with one thing only. nikto. nikto. nikto. you can't even fight back in the state you're in, the outside world melts away in the face of nikto pinning you down. folded up like a crumpled piece of paper beneath him as he reaps the rewards of a successful hunt. he's not kind in the way he's handling you, his bites walk the razor's edge, stopping before drawing blood despite how much he desires to. his hands gripping all over your body, bruises blooming along his path of conquest.

"tired, little rabbit? don't tell us you're going to pass out already hm? we haven't had our fun yet. go on. fight back, maybe you'll get away." he taunts you, whispering right into your ears, as you feel another bite blossom on your shoulder. you kick and writhe as best you can under him, scratching him, beating against his broad frame, it's a fruitless endeavor-- only serves to rile him up more. if you had managed to move even an inch away from him, his hands would fly to your hips in an iron grip, pulling you back into his gaping maw.

"what's the matter little one? are you only pretending to fight back hm? you want this don't you? want someone to see us having our way with you, is that right? dirty rabbit." he pants into your ears, the grip he has on your throat is iron, your mind and brain turning fuzzy as he lays his claim on you once more. his posession of you clearly visible everywhere, but especially dripping between your thighs.

soon after nikto is done having his fun with you, you're bundled up in his jacket and brought back home. you snuggle into it, into him and his comforting warmth, his jacket smells just like him and you slip into easy sleep.

you awake with him pressing a kiss to your forehead, carrying you to the bath as he methodically goes through your usual bathing routine, but with more care than usual. nikto make sure not to scrub too hard, as to not irritate the love bites and bruises he left on you, his darling. lathering shampoo into your hair and tenderly telling you when to close your eyes to rinse it out, once done he pulls you out and pats you dry. clothing you in his big sweater and those sweatpants you like.

once cleaned, he pulls you besides him at the dinner table, a warm meal already waiting, your favorite. eating is non negotiable. he's hand feeding it to you, heart fluttering as he watches your sleepy expression morph into ones of sleepy joy from the food. his warmth and the food in your tummy only serves to make you even more eager for bed.

he crawls into bed with you, pulling you to his chest to cuddle you close. you're out like a light as soon as your head hits his chest. it's ok darling, he'll ask you how it was when you wake up again. but for now, sleep well, little one.

[lipglossanon]

Lily of the Valley

V x fem!reader <one shot>

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, V takes offense at being called a twink (that’s the plot lmao), PWP, dubcon, cnc, dirty talk, degradation, unprotected sex, creampie

Not proofread; I’m pretty sure I changed tenses but idc to fix it lmao enjoy the mess 😂

title taken from a William Blake poem (of course 😉)

“How does it feel, hmm?”

His thin fingers tighten around your jaw, palm pressing across your mouth harder.

“Does this twink’s cock feel good in your snug, slick pussy?” His deep baritone washes over you making you clench down on his thick length.

It’s impossible for you to tell V that he misheard that conversation—you weren’t even the person who said that!—but there’s no denying how much your cunt is soaking his cock with his rough treatment. He must’ve been outside the kitchen when your friend Lara drunkenly told you that she’d tap that emo twink so fast his head would spin. Flustered (cause you knew V, were friends with his older brothers), you could only laugh and try to get her to drink some water.

He stepped into the kitchen not a moment later, eyes landing on you, narrowing in recognition. He must’ve misconstrued everything since Lara was too busy chugging a solo cup of water to speak. It's how you ended up being pushed into a storage closet—you guess, it’s hard to tell but you caught sight of cleaning supplies on a shelf—with V hot on your heels.

His thin chest presses into your back, one hand reaching around to grip your wrists together so hard it pinches and the other clasping over your mouth. V noses at the shell of your ear. 

“I thought better of you,” his low tone sends chills across your body, nipples stiffening in your bra. “My, how disappointing.”

He clicks his tongue and you try to speak, but it’s only muffled noise against his palm.

“Maybe I should show you,” he murmurs, full lips trailing down your neck, dropping soft kisses against the skin. 

It didn’t take long for the hand on your wrists to let go, slipping under your skirt and the band of your panties, his long dexterous fingers grazing your clit before parting your pussy lips. Slick coats his digits, and he hums. 

“Dirty girl, getting wet just from this?”

Whining, your head falls back against his shoulder, hands grabbing onto his forearm, feeling the tendons shift and move as he continues to play with your pussy. His dark hair brushes across your face as he nips your jaw. He smells good, you think hazily, like incense and bergamot. It makes your teeth ache to bite into him.

“Pull out my cock so I can stuff you full,” he croons; you quickly reach behind your back and fumble with his zipper. “That’s a good girl.”

Undoing his pants, you blindly reach down, accidentally groping his cock. He hisses and bucks his hips, cock flexing under your palms. 

“Now, lift up your skirt,” he directs you, hand slipping away from your cunt to reach around and wrap his fingers around the base of his dick.

With trembling fingers, you raise the material up to sit against your lower back, above your ass. He groans, low in his throat before smacking his cock against your panty clad mound.

“Move those cute panties to the side.”

You reach down between your legs and grab the damp fabric, pulling it over until your cunt is fully exposed. Chest feeling hot, you whimper behind his palm and he squeezes your jaw. 

“Practically gagging for it aren’t you, darling?”

With very little preamble, he notches the head of his dick at your dripping pussy and pushes inside. You both moan, your cunt eagerly sucking his cock deeper into your slick hole.

“How does it feel, hmm?”

His thin fingers tighten around your jaw, palm pressing across your mouth harder.

“Does this twink’s cock feel good in your snug, wet pussy?” His deep baritone washes over you making you clench down on his thick length.

At this angle, his dick grinds across your g-spot, fat tip knocking against your cervix in the way you love. Your pussy gushes more slick, making V smother a groan against your throat.

“I’ll take that as a yes, then,” he mutters, hips rolling forward and fucking his cock into your pussy with smooth, deep strokes.

Mewling pants and gasps are trapped behind his hand; parting your lips, you lick his palm and he chuckles. Shifting his hand, he slides three long fingers into your mouth. Moaning, your cheeks hollow when you suck them greedily, running your tongue across the pads of his fingers.

“Needy thing. Is this twink cock going to make you cum? Hmm? ”

V’s words have you writhing against him. A laugh escapes him, a raspy sound that makes your pussy flutter like crazy around his dick. 

“Your little pussy seems to think so, too. She must love getting stuffed by a twink.“

A small part of you that isn’t cockdrunk wants to argue, wants to tell him he’s wrong, but your body doesn’t care; your cunt clenches around him, pussy walls gripping his cock like a vice. Groaning, he fucks into you faster, cock slipping halfway out of your sopping wet hole before thrusting back inside. Eyes rolling back, you can feel yourself getting even wetter. You’re going to cum for him, and it’s going to be a complete mess. 

The fingers in your mouth tap across your tongue and pull away, hand quickly moving down to your soaked pussy. The wet digits circle your clit and make you keen noisily.

“Shh. We wouldn’t want to be caught, would we?” His condescending tone does nothing but fan the flames of your arousal higher.

“V, please, I didn’t—”

“Now, now, still thy tongue, darling,” he murmurs, “take what I give you.”

His slippery fingers rub your swollen clit as he grinds his cock deeper into your drippy cunt. Another rough thrust that has his tip knocking against your womb sends fireworks through your brain. Your orgasm hits you like a lightning bolt. Crying out, your back arches, hips pushing against V’s. His slick coated fingers gently brush across your sensitive clit, sending mini shockwaves through your body.

Keening, your pussy milks his cock, squeezing and pulsing around his thick length, slick leaking from your stuffed hole. You pant, body thrumming like a live wire. V grunts, moving both of his hands to grip your thighs, giving him leverage to fuck your pussy hard and deep.

“So tight,” he moans. “Going to fill you up, watch it drip down your thighs. God, such a perfect little cunt, squeezing me just how I like.”

A few more rough strokes of his cock and he spills inside your pussy. His cock flexes as he pumps his thick, sticky load inside your fluttering hole. His fingers pinch your skin as he ruts his cock slowly into your pussy, shooting rope after rope of hot cum into you. 

Standing together, he pulls out with a hiss and you moan, feeling his spend seep out and drip down your thigh.

“Can’t waste that,” he mumbles into your ear, fingers quickly pushing it back into your puffy cunt. With his other hand, V rights your panties and pats the gusset against your wet slit. “Gotta keep that pretty pussy nice and full.”

Your clit gives a low throb, arousal sparking low in your belly. Biting your lip, you turn around to face him. 

“V, I wasn't the one who said that. Promise.”

You take in the flush pinking his skin, his eyes dark and dilated. He chuckles at you, running the back of his knuckles across your cheek. 

“Does it matter now?”

Hands gripping your biceps, he turns and ushers you out into the hall. 

Stumbling out of the closet, you try your best to straighten your skirt so it doesn’t look like you had your brains railed out two seconds ago. V steps out behind you, standing so close you can feel his body heat against your back. 

“What the hell? I told you I wanted a shot at the twink,” Lara drunkenly yells, standing a few feet away, eyes shifting between the two of you.

“I guess you were telling the truth,” he chuckles warmly, lips brushing the shell of your ear and making you shiver.

Lara reaches out and grabs your wrist, pulling you away from V. 

“I’m so mad! You have to tell me if he was any good,” she slurs out. 

You turn back and catch his eye; his lips tick up into a little half smile. 

“On the hungry craving wind, my Spectre follows thee behind.” 

He tips his head at you and watches your friend drag you away. 

[sweets3rial]

sweetserials kinktober masterlist !

(ik im late sorry guys)

Oct 6 - Camgirl Fantasies (ao3)

he's a lonely man and finds warm comfort in the girl on his computer screen. the girl with the pretty pink lips and sweet sugary moans.

Oct 9 - Blinded (ao3)

he can't see. all he can do is feel; feel her curves, the warmth of her skin, and her shuddering breaths against the shell of his ear

Oct 12 - He's a Monster

he's out of his mind. he's hungry but not for food. he's hungry for the woman that carries a salivating scent with her, the woman with glasses perched on her nose and the tight as uniform.

Oct 15 - High Heels and Black Nylons

click. clack. click. clack sound as she walks down the halls, legs clad in black tights and three buttons of her blouse undone. clickity. clack. clickity. clack sounds as she leaves. black nylons torn and knees weak.

Oct 18 - Sleeping Beauty (tw: CNC)

when she isn't speaking, she is sleeping. so peaceful and so graceful. her disheveled appearance out for anyone to peek, her innocence ready to take. and her dreams ready to invade.

Oct 21 - Run Bunny Run (tw: predator and prey themes)

tag, you're it. run and hide. if i find you, i fuck you.

Oct 24 - Bitter Wine and Saccharine

bitter words and drunken slurs. sweet kisses and even sweeter sex. the fire that burns in them as they shout at each other simmers into a sweet passion only they share.

Oct 27 - In Her Reflection

look at yourself. a mess just for me. no, i want you to see how beautiful you are and just how im ruining you.

Oct 30 - Deity (tw: religious themes)

on your knees. worship me. i am your god, the only one you need. sister, please me. it is no sin, since i and god forgive you

Oct 31 - Bonus!

a/n: all of these fics are fiction!! i do not wish to disrespect anyone in the making of these fics but still please let me know if anything above bothers you/makes you uncomfortable.

these are mostly fics i either 1) never finished or 2) have been sitting in my notes collecting dust :D! these will also be posted on ao3 ;).

[starlightsuffered]

Bullying and Blackmail

Info - blackmail, revenge p*rn, cnc, dubcon, sub Timmy, bully reader, dom fem, mean mommy, mommy kink, humiliation kink, threats, dick kicking, cum eating, degrading, masturbating in front of someone, tearing up during self pleasuring, impact play

“This isn’t fair,” he whined. His cheeks were a bright pink, a tent kept twitching in his pants, and he did complain but he wasn’t resisting my grip on his arm.

“And yet youre following me,” I chuckled.

“Do you really have video?” Timothée whined Pathetically. I rolled my eyes and pulled out my phone. I played the clip he’d accidentally sent me instead of his study papers.

His knees were trembling. He stuck out his bottom lip as if that would make me feel pity for him.

“I-I thought I sent the right file,” he pouted. “Please don’t show people. I don’t wanna be the weirdo here. I was bullied so bad at my last school and-“

I rolled my eyes and pushed him to the ground. He was in front of me on his knees with watering eyes. I did notice where his hands were placed however.

I tilled my head as if I were a predator smelling fear on my pray. I sat down on a chair in front of him. I used a stocking clad foot to gently push his hands away from his aching crotch.

He was bright red all over and could not make eye contact with me.

“Wow, all I have to do is bully you and you get hard?” I teased.

“I-I can’t help it,” he whimpered. He tried covering his hard dick again. I kicked his hands away harshly this time. To my shock, he moaned in a desperate throaty way that made my nipples harden under my shirt.

“You love this,” I hissed with excitement. He shook his head but he looked close to drooling.

He blew out a careful breath. He looked up at me with red rimmed eyes. He was shaky and pink and looked like the perfect little bunny to tease.

“What do I need to do to get you to delete the video?” He asked slowly.

“Jerk off for me,” I said simply.

“What!”

I leaned closer. I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him in slowly. His mouth fell open slightly as he searched my face for some sort of joke. I licked my lips slowly, my tongue swiped over the bottom then the top. I smirked at the way he shuddered.

“Jerk. Off. For. Me.”

“Y/n,” he whined, and tried to squirm away from my grip.

I simply took out my phone and pressed play. His pathetic noises filled the room. He sounded quite weak and submissive. His knees buckled together in the recording and his throbbing red tip was leaking buckets of precum.

I pressed the “share button. I brought up my rather large group chat that included many people in the school. Green eyes widened in completely horror. He shook his head before even beginning to talk.

“D-Don’t! Everyone will think I’m a pervert,” he cried.

“Maybe you are one,” I teased. “Now take off your pants.”

“And I can delete the video after this?” He asked cautiously.

“Absolutely,” I said wolfishly.

“Fuck okay,” he nodded.

He slowly pulled down his black pants. His boxers were soaked with precum and I watched avidly. He made small noises as he peeled down his underwear. He must’ve been sensitive.

I couldn’t help myself. I kicked out again. His cock sprung up and he yelped, not in pain but in lust. I was going to have the time of my life.

“N-now?” He asked me meekly. I nodded and leaned back, crossing my legs.

He took his pink length in his hand and began to slowly pump himself. A tiny needy breath escaped his mouth.

“Mommy,” he whispered as he met my gaze.

“What was that?” I asked. I grabbed his shaft and he cried out, biting his bottom lip and whimpering.

“I-I’m sorry, it’s a kink I have,” he murmured.

“Oh, then do indulge loser. I want to see you be as nasty as you can fucking be. I want to know your depravity by heart.”

“Ohhhhohoho,” he moaned. His hand moved faster now as he gasped. He was yanking his cock relentlessly.

“You like someone watching you like this? Huh? Maybe that video wasn’t sent accidentally. Perhaps the little degenerate wanted everyone to know what a perv he is. Maybe you wanted to be bullied and teased for how wet and sticky you cock gets.”

“Oh mommy, yes mommy. I wanna be nasty, I’m so addicted to gooning I can’t help it. You can bully me, you can beat me!”

I gulped down the saliva that had gathered. Watching him writhe was heavenly. He was still bright red with embarrassment.

I reached out and slapped him across the face. He let out a disgustingly submissive noise. Every note went to my pussy. I was soaked in my panties as he pulsated in his slick covered hand,

“You can’t help but touch your sick spunk canon can you?” I asked him in a whisper.

“N-no, no, I can’t. I-I’m addicted to my hand puuuussssyy,” he drew out the last word as he gave a long stroke to his dick.

“You’ve got a lot of videos of you doing that on your phone don’t you. So many you accidentally sent me one,” I cooed.

“Im sorry,” he wailed.

I grabbed his jaw so he was looking at me while he touched himself. His pumps became more furious. I hoped his little noises were completely involuntary.

“Why do you need to do it so much little boy?” I asked him mockingly. I wondered if the nickname would turn him off but if possible even more lust blossomed in his eyes.

“Because mommy,” he pouted. “M’a virgin.”

“What’s that?” I asked again. He mumbled his response. I kicked his dick again. He wailed and sucked his bottom lip for comfort.

“What did you say?” I demanded.

“Embarrassing,” he groaned and attempted to bury his face in my thighs. I yanked him up by the hair. He now was pulling his cock so hard it almost looked painful. Precum was bubbling over the slit and dribbling onto his balls and the floor.

“You’re so disgusting you should be happy to confess this to me. Now, tell me what you said sick boy,” I demanded.

“I’m a virgin,” he choked out. I bent down and smacked his balls. He was ready this time and all he did was pant.

“Can’t hold on much longer mommy,” he confessed.

“I know you can’t. You could probably dump so many loads and not be done because you’re a pathetic bitch boy who doesn’t know what pussy feels like.”

“More!” He pleaded with wide eyes.

“You gonna shoot your thick, nasty spunk everywhere? So needy and perverted. I bet you want to be exposed,” I mocked him.

“N-no, don’t tell on me mommy, I’m a good boy,” he promised.

“Good boy, pft,” I scoffed. “I’d probably need to muzzle you to keep you from eating your own cum.”

“Mommy!” He nearly squealed. “How did you know I do that?”

“Wait you actually do?” I laughed. He looked equal parts humiliated and turned on.

“That’s so sick,” I chuckled.

“I know mommy but I can’t help it. I hope one day a mommy likes it. I’m too pathetic to do anything else,” he whined.

“Oh stop, you love it. You could stop but you don’t want to, because you’re a pervert,” I told him bluntly.

“I’m going to cum,” he heaved.

“Then shoot gross boy,” I chuckled. His hips thrust forward and thick ropes of cum were spouting from his dick. He was gasping and whimpering like a slut as his spunk sprayed onto the floor.

“I-I did good mommy?” He asked pitifully when he’d finished. I just shook my head in disgust. I shoved his face down into the puddle he’d made.

“Lick it up!” I barked.

In a second I heard the most desperate, salacious, pornographic sounds I’d ever witnessed. He was going wild, gobbling up his own cummies like it was a delicacy. My clit was pulsing as my walls tightened. I watched in awe as he got every last drop.

I released him. I showed him my phone. He looked dreamy and dizzy as he tried to focus. I deleted the video he’d sent me and stood to walk out of the room.

“Y/n?” He called weakly.

“Don’t contact me unless you’d like a black eye,” I responded sweetly. I heard him moan before I closed the door.

@pmak2002 @softhecreator @plutoispurplw @sp1deyyf4ngz @seungcheol17daddy @jesschalamet @vvsdreaming @lovelyrocker @therealbeabodoobee

[littlelovelunette]

pls pls PLS hate sex with g!p sevika !!! and reader has nipple piercings <3

Love-Hate? No, Sex-Hate

Contains smut, inebriated sex, nipple play, cowgirl, degradation, slapping, spitting, g!p Sevika, restraining, rough filthy sex, mentions of blood, cnc, dubcon(?)

It had been roughly a month, you and Sevika had broken up. Life wasn't any different, just lonely without her. No more breakfast in bed, someone to carry you when you drowned yourself in a bottle, no one to massage your heel clad feet back at home, no one to binge watch crappy thriller shows with.

Sevika's pride had always been an issue, and that was also the whole reason behind the breakup. You kept the shared apartment because Sevika's ego was far too high. Even if she was no stranger to financial issues, she did have a small apartment before you both started dating in the first place, that's why she moved in with you. You were looking for a roommate so it all worked out just fine.

Now, you're stuck with the whole apartment to yourself and it feels lonely, sometimes scary. You needed to rebrand yourself. Renew your energy. But you didn't know how to, until one day suddenly the thought of getting a makeover crossed your head.

You got your nipples pierced and hair cut short that time, and now that you stared at your naked form in the mirror, you no longer recognised the girl you saw. You looked down at the piercings before letting out a small sigh. The doorknob rattled and a look of paranoia flashed across your face.

You grabbed your glock and put on a robe, holding it tightly as you peeked out of the window to see Sevika. What the fuck? Why was your ex at your door? Sevika wasn't the type to beg for you to come back.

You slowly opened the door, and then a gasp passed your lips when Sevika pinned you to the door. She reeked of alcohol, blood and sweat. "Where the fuck are you comin' in here from?" You snapped.

Sevika's big hands palmed your tits before she shoved you inside wordlessly, shutting the door behind herself, "Fuck," Sevika groaned, "Got 'em pierced...?"

A small moan left your lips but you pushed her away, making for a run. Sevika grabbed you by the wrist, slamming you back against the wall. "O-Ouch," you whimpered but then Sevika grabbed your jaw, tilting it up.

She spat in your mouth, you could taste the whiskey on her spit, "Swallow," Sevika growled and you did. You shook your head earning a light yet firm slap to your left cheek, "I said, swallow, bitch." Your eyes were tearing when you complied, swallowing her spit, "I don't want this, Sevika," you began but Sevika wasn't having any of it. Your pussy was so wet, you were so turned on being treated like a ragdoll.

"We can't be doing this," you mumbled and tried to close your legs but Sevika held them open forcefully, hands coming to open your pussy lips revealing the wet mess.

You were laid on the bed, legs spread and your pussy exposed. "Oh, look, doll, you're so wet for me," Sevika reached a hand down and rubbed your pussy making your breath hitch and head tilt back.

"Shut up, and take it," Sevika said, fingerings tracing the outline of your cunt, "You're so wet yet you have the audacity to complain?"

Sevika laughed, shaking her head, "Your mind isn't in balance with your body, sweetheart," the pet name was anything was affectionate, it was condescending.

Sevika forced you onto your feet with your wrists up in one of her hands, grabbing the duct tape off the bedside table she taped your wrists together.

"Sevika, stop!" You whined although you knew you wanted it but it was your ego holding you back from begging for it.

Sevika, a woman of her word, already have you hovering over the tip of her fat cock, "I can't, it's too big. It's been too long," you whimpered.

"You're scared," Sevika said, voice dropping to a soft whisper and you really thought she was going to empathise and go gentle. Sike.

"Take it, slut. Fucking take it," Sevika pulled you down on her cock, slamming it up tearing a scream out of you as the tip of her dick hit your cervix.

"I hate you so much, you always do this!" You said, your words punctuated with gasps as Sevika's thick cock pumped in and out of your pussy making your wetness squelch and create lewd sounds that made your cheeks paint red.

"Keep riding," Sevika said, hand moving to cup your breasts, her fingers moved over your nipples and pulled at the nipple piercings.

"O-ow!" You whined, your pussy clenching around her making Sevika's breath hitch.

She let go of your nipples before pulling them again making a loud moan issue from you, you whispered, "Sev, fuck the shit out of me, treat me like a fuck doll," your resolve crumbled as you begged.

Your lips opened, only gasps and whimpers exiting the plump wet lips. You cried out, hands struggling against the duct tape as you felt Sevika bottoming out in your cunt.

You couldn't take this anymore. Sevika smirked at you, flipping you with ease, big hands holding your waist as she pounded in your little tight hole, ravaging it completely. The burning pain mixed with the pleasure caused you to almost start screaming loud enough for the entire neighbourhood to know who was getting pounded hard.

"Fuck, harder," you begged, legs wrapping around Sevika's waist as she came to a rhythmix pace finally.

Her semen dripped out of your pussy obscenely making Sevika smack her lips, "Loosened you up didn't I?" She scooped it up with a finger, shoving it back in, "Clench, pretty, can't let it go to waste now, can we?"

Still, it was too much. You gritted your teeth, legs giving away as your body tensed up, pussy convulsing and squirting your release. Sevika's fingers dug into the flesh of your waist creating bruises you'd be questioning later whenever you looked in the mirror, you were at the verge of unconsciousness. Sevika gave your cunt one last thrust, a hard one that caused her cock head to crash against your cervix deliciously, shooting thick ropes of semen and coating your inner walls completely.

Her teeth roughly biting into your bottom lip, specks of blood hitting your tongue made you whimper in the kiss, Sevika's grip tightened.

You whined but complied anyway, cleaning and trying to hold her load inside. Sevika smirked a little, her grey eyes clouded with alcohol intoxication as she grabbed your face by the jaw, pressing in for a rough kiss. Spit exchanging, tongues dancing.

"Mmm..." You smiled a little in the kiss, Sevika undid the tape on your hands and then slowly pulled away.

"You're a mess."

[pisstintedglasses]

Diary of a Horny Man

Landlord!Park Jongseong-Jay x Tenant!Reader

warnings: BDSM, unsafe sex (don't copy them), dacryphilia, begging, brat, POV, rough sex, daddy dom!Jay, loud af, dubcon, cnc

Chapter 3 - Day and Night

You stirred in your sleep as you felt something slimy wriggle between your thighs. It didn't occur to you yet what was happening, but once it hit, you shot your eyes wide open to look at whatever was touching you. Low and behold, fierce eyes met yours. Said eyes belong to the man you've fantasized about right before you dozed off to sleep. The same man whose privacy you've disrespected and invaded. 

Too stunned by what was happening, you couldn't even let out a yelp. Jay took this as a sign that you didn't mind what was transpiring right now so he went on, dragging his tongue between the cameltoe of your panties (that were drenched by now).

The only sounds that escaped your plush lips were shallow breaths as you let him lap at your core. Yours breaths only got heavier when he slid your slick panties tantalizingly slow off of you. The second the piece of fabric slid off your feet, he sprung up to your face and gave you a long, forceful kiss. 

As if on instinct, your arms found their way wrapped around his muscular shoulders. A clothed bulge pressed right against your clit sometime during your kiss, leaving your mouth agape so he can gice you a preview of what his tongue will be doing to your cunt later. 

Pulling back, those pretty eyes bore through your soul again before he peppered soft kissed all over your torso. He made his was down your body in a slow, almost teasing manner. He wasn't rushing this at all. You didn't want him to.

You were afraid he'd just vanish into thin air again like he did in the BDSM room. That he was just another mirage fueled by your horny delusions.

Without warning, he spread your lower lips apart and completely engulfed your clit into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and flicking his tongue rigidly at your love button.

Mewls and squeals erupted from you, your nipples hardening against your shit as your body went into a state of flushness, a wave of heat rushing over you. You didn't dare say his name, worrying that this'd jinx the moment you were having.

You didn't even realize that your fingers in his soft hair by now, too drowned in the overwhelming sensation he was giving you. He's so good.. He's so amazing.. I wish this moment never ends.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

The blaring sound of your alarm clock pricked your ears. Agressively, you pushed the dismiss button. 

Wait. Where's Jay?

You frantically glanced around the room, and settled your gaze to the space next to you on your bed, then on the damp spot on your pajama short. No way. Was that a fucking dream? 

You noticed the diary also laid beside you. Was this thing a cursed sexy aphrodisiac or something? It made you think of shit you never even pondered about before. You broke into your landlord's BDSM room, defiled his toy, had a wet dream of him, and came in your panties to said dream all in one night.

It has got to be God's punishment on you for not minding your own business. 

And it seems like he wasn't done with condemning you, as you heard soft knocks on your main door and Sweet Elsie's (another gandma) voice call out to you. "Dear, do come down to the lobby later at 9:00 am. Today's the day we make a little potluck. Don't forget to bring a dish!" 

You just swung your door just as she turned her heel to tell the other residents. "Oh good, you're awake! I left a note on your door just in case you were still asleep." She smiled warmly at you. She was the grannie that lived next door, and the very first one you've befriended. She reminded you so much of your own grandma. She has dementia, meaning she's a tad more forgetful than the others. Yet she always remembers to check up on you.

You couldn't help the smile from etching on your face, almost forgetting about the fact that you were still clad in your cum-soaked shorts. You covered yourself with the door and stubbed your toe in the process. "Oh yes I'll be ther- Ow shit!" 

The sudden profanity made Elsie flinch a bit, yet she still checked up on you. "Are you alright, dear?" She stepped closer to you to see what happened,

"O-oh it's nothing Elsie! I'm sorry, I'd just stubbed my toe." You nervously let out a chuckle. "Slip of the tongue. I swear I'm not a foul-mouthed person." As if you didn't just whisper a string curse words as you orgasmed to the thought of Jay eating you out. "You can head down first, I still have to wash my face."

Her warm smile returned back on her wrinkly face before she hummed and finally left for the potluck.

Your penalty day has just begun, and you're already regretting your decision. 

Your back dramatically slinked against your door as you sighed. The ticks of your rustic grandfather clock finally reached your ears after your stressful thoughts tuned them out. Only then did you realize that you had only 30 minutes left to prepare a meal for the potluck. 

"Oh fuck me"

In a hurry, you scavenged throughout your fridge but you couldn't any plausible ingredients. Mentally cursing yourself for forgetting to buy groceries, you thought of a possible substitute that the grannies might like.

The fastest you've ever gotten ready was 15 minutes. But today, you broke the record, because by 8:40, you were out the building and was at the farmer's market with fresh tomatoes, sausages, and penne shoved in a plastic bag. After for paying the vendor and leaving your change as a tip, you rushed back to your apt and started on cooking.

The only positive thing that happened to you today was that your dad left you a quick recipe for his infamous penne pasta. You finally stuffed your dish into a dutch pot and speared to the stairs, even forgetting that you still had your "kiss the cook" apron on. 

You weren't even aware of your surroundings anymore. Your mind was occupied by how you would say sorry to everyone for being so late that you bumped into someone in your haste. And of course, God decided to strike you down with something worse than Zeus' lightning. He'd meticulously put Jay in your path.

He was merciful enough to not let a single drop of your sauce fly from your pot though.

Jay stumbled back a few steps and was about to tell you off before his eyes darted to the large, steaming pot of pasta you were carrying. "What the fuck are you doing?" He said as he visibly tried to hold in a cackle.

"Uh.. heading to the potluck...? Shouldn't you be there too or are you late as well?" You scanned him but you didn't see him holding any food. All you saw was the way his chest heaved sporadically as he laughed. Confused, you asked, "What's so funny?"

He threw a hand over his mouth to silence his laughs but they only grew louder at your questions. You'd almost lost track of why you were even in the middle of a flight of stairs as you just admired the sweet ringing of his laughter. 

He doesn't seem like a horny ass man with a hidden BDSM room. Right now.. he just looked adorable. He was like the sun, casting a warm, golden glow that seemed to envelop everything around him as his soft snicker filled the air. There was something magnetic about him, a kind of energy that made everything feel lighter, more alive. As you watched him, you couldn’t help but feel the stark contrast between the real Jay before you and the one you had conjured in the pages of his diary. The difference was like Day and Night—one filled with vibrant warmth and presence, the other a quiet, distant fantasy, existing only in the shadows of my thoughts.

The ache in your arms from carrying the heavy pot for too long was sure to remind you that this was just another part of God's punishments. Intended to plague your mind with guilt.

"Oh just tell me already Jay!" You snapped and this made Jay finally cease his mirth. "The potluck isn't until tonight, dear. I think you got your hours mixed up."

"...what."

"Yeah. Why do you think I'm not carrying anything right now?" He shrugged and shoved his hands in his pockets. "But Elsie told be that the potluck was this morning..?" This comment only made him burst into a giggle fit again. "Oh come on. Elsie always gets her timelines wrong, she's demented, remember?" 

The realization struck you harder than a truck. Oh come on.. 

You threw your head back and inwardly groaned as you turned your heel to escape from this embarrassing encounter. 

"Where are you going now?" Of course he wouldn't let you leave in peace. "..to my room." By now, you couldn't maintain eye contact as you shifted your feet onto another step.

Phew, I'm surprised I didn't melt there on the spot. 

Just then, Jay looked at you, not with his usual menacing peer. No. This time, his eyes fixated on you with a sense of... longing..? Deciding to ignore it, you finally raced back up to your room and locked the door. 

Right before you left, though, Jay said one more thing that made you stumble. "Nice apron."

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You placed your food in the fridge before deciding to take a long, cold bath to soothe your nerves. You've been overthinking lately. You deserve it. 

Once you were done with cooling off, you had nothing else to do. You sat at your little balcony, trying to engage in the sounds of the city that you've once fantasized of hearing daily. Trying to extinguish the flames of curiosity from deep within your gut. The urges to go and read a few more of Jay's diary.

But that flame remained obstinate, stubborn. And before you knew it, your feet were already dragging you towards your room and onto your bed. There laid the diary in the same position you've left it in this morning. You ran a few fingers on the leather before you gave in and finally opted to absorb more dirty brainrot about Jay. 

// to be continued //

The enitre series > clique here

Chapter 4 - It's missing!

[the-californicationist]

The Green Light

Price/FReader - somnophilia, cnc

MDNI/18+

AO3 - Comments/Reblogs lovingly appreciated

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John had been on four planes, three trains, two boats, and a goddamn moped to make it back home tonight, and he couldn’t remember the last time he had slept in a real bed. He could feel all of his bones individually, and they all ached in their own unique ways. He was bruised, limping, and wearing a shiner on one eye, battered to the point of agony. But still, despite his emotional, mental, and physical exhaustion; all he could think about was what color panties you had on.

It had started as a joke. You’d been watching some television show where the characters used the red-light, green-light system for getting down and dirty, and you’d suggested wearing bright green panties for when you wanted John to wake you up with his cock. Jokes turned into flirting, and flirting turned into an online purchase, and now, you were able to call him to action while you were fast asleep.

He’d been hesitant at first, but after you pinky promised that you’d tell him to stop if you wanted him to stop, he agreed to try it out. When he’d packed his bags to go back to his duty, you’d tucked one of your brand new green thongs into the side pocket, leaving him a clear message for when he came back. Now, as he walked in the house, he would kill to see those bright green frills tucked beneath his sheets, and he was hungry to taste your warm hole with his tongue.

John shed his gear bag and jacket at the door. He desperately needed a shower, but he was too eager, too needy. He made his way directly to your bedroom and peered into the dark. You were sound asleep, half in and half out of the duvet, making soft snuffling sounds against his pillow. You wanted to know the moment that he was home safe. So, there you were, sprawled and waiting for him.

He shucked off his pants and shirt, making himself naked in front of your sleeping form. John was already growing harder, and with each deep, sleepy breath, he hungered more and more to get a taste of your body. His eyes raked over your scantily clad form. The blanket was covering too much of you to tell him what you were wearing, but he knew it wasn't much. Your neck was bare down to your back, and your shapely calves led up to juicy, unclothed thighs. With a careful hand, John slowly tugged the blanket up over your ass, and he prayed to any god who would listen that your panties were garishly green.

The sigh that left his lungs struggled to escape, constricted by his gasping throat as he saw that you were clad in a neon green, crotchless bodysuit. It was so over the top, and such a departure from your cozy, comfy persona that he knew you’d picked it out on purpose, just for him, just for his return.

You snored a little and readjusted yourself, causing Price to step back, not wanting to wake you. But, as you did, the duvet slipped off of you and John could read the words you’d written in black sharpie before you’d gone to bed. Across your belly, just above your panty line, you’d scrawled, “Welcome home!” and added hearts leading down to your freshly shaven pussy.

John felt all of the blood in his enormous body rush to where it was needed: his heavy, throbbing cock.

Your center was uncovered in the crotchless outfit, and your folds gleamed in the dim light of the bedroom. You were wet, perhaps by your own hand earlier in the night, and John bent down to get a closer look. Gingerly, he used his fingers to gently press apart your lips, finding your core warm and ready for him. He let his thick digits slide into position, and he began to slowly massage lazy, easy circles into your walls.

Goddamn you were pliant. Your body’s willingness to cede to his heavy petting made him groan deeply, catching himself so he wouldn’t wake you up. As he pushed his fingers into you, your muscles eased. Usually, they were tight and tense, eager to come and excited to feel his presence. But now, you were asleep, ignorant of his work in your conscious mind, and only your body was available to communicate with him.

So, it did. Your body loosened you, relaxing your walls. It made your groin swell, filling it with blood. It sent him your wetness, letting him know all of his desires were welcome in you. He put his mouth to your clit, suckling on you as gently as he could, daring to taste your sweetness as he fingered you in your sleep. As you became slick enough to fuck in earnest on his hand, he created the most outrageous noises, sticky and milky, playing in your come with greedy joy, licking you over and over again, until he could feel you trembling beneath his mouth. You moaned, and he slowed his efforts, trying to determine if you were truly asleep. You went back to your deep breathing, and John decided it was now or never.

He mounted you like an animal, looming over you like a predator does to its prey, his huge shoulders and triceps bulging as he situated himself on the mattress. His breathing had become labored, and as he dipped the head of his cock into your pulsing hole, he let out a long, ragged sigh of relief.

You moaned again, involuntarily squeezing your walls around him, reacting in the way nature intended, shameless and bold in your sleeping want. You felt like heaven, like the most comforting embrace. And for a man weary with pain, being cradled by you in the soft petals of your flower was like being magically healed. He felt the plump head of his cock drag itself along your core, slipping through your relaxed wetness easily, searching for the bottom of your warm pool, sinking into you like a stone in a still pond, crashing through the silky embrace of your body.

John aimed to fuck you so slowly that you wouldn’t wake up until the very end. He wanted to see how far he could go, and he needed to show you how surely he trusted you. This was something you’d needed from him, and now that he knew how your body would react to his work, he hungered for it, too.

It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy you when you were awake and participating. You were excellent in bed, and you made him feel overcome with ecstasy nearly every time you fucked each other. But, there was something so innocent and honest about your sleeping form. Your unconscious body couldn’t hold itself back. If it was hungry for him, he would know it. Your body would feed itself to him; the ultimate submission. The responsibility and trust you’d given him was immense, and the honor of it felt better than any medal he’d ever pinned to his uniform.

He fucked you a little faster, making an effort not to distract you from your slumber, and he noticed your body was positively flooding your pussy with lubrication. You were about to come, he realized, and he watched, wide-eyed, as it happened.

Your body didn’t tense as it normally did. Instead, you rode your orgasm like a low wave, gently riding across the roiling, tumbling sea that was bursting within you. You nearly wet yourself from the outpouring of your slick, soaking John’s cock and matting the dense hair around his base. You were whimpering sweetly for him in an ancient tongue, one that society had suppressed. It was so natural to hear, and so pure. John reveled in you like Bacchus, slaking his thirst with your come, unable to sate his hedonism with just one taste. He wanted it all.

He tried to hold it together, but he heard himself whimpering above you, struggling to keep himself from following you into the pleasure-filled abyss.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whispered below his breath. He felt himself wanting to scream out your name, to wake you, to call you to join him in this joyful work, but he buried it somewhere deep in his throat, grunting darkly for you instead with each and every thrust.

Then, you moaned more intensely, and he knew you were stirring awake. He wanted to slow down, to lull you back to sleep, but his body was no longer under his command. It thrust him into you, loose like a hound off-leash, rushing and pounding with a singular purpose.

“John?” You whispered, trying to understand what was happening to you.

“Fuck, m’sorry, love,” he moaned, the words slurred and malformed, “Couldn’t wait. Had to have you. Right fuckin’ now.”

Your mind fed you all the pleasure you’d been missing, slamming into your brain all at once, and he felt the result. You bared down on him harder than you’d ever done before, your pussy clenching around his cock, making it almost impossible for him to move. The wet, supple friction that slipped across his hard rod was just what he needed to come, and you wrenched it from him, stealing it with your unimaginable fury of pleasure.

He gasped, unable to control his reactions,

“Oh! Oh, fuck! I’m… I’m gonna come. Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

You couldn’t say anything; you were blinded by your climax, feeling the waves of euphoria crash into you over and over, washing you in deep, a rapturous sea. John’s cock was so deep within you, making you feel so full, and since he had made you so soft and ready for him, your pleasure hit you as hard as it could.

As he filled you, you heard him beg for something he couldn’t name,

“Please, love… Fuck. Fuck. Bloody hell, please. Please…”

“Come in me, John,” you coaxed him, angling your hips so he could sink himself deeper into your center, “I want to feel you come in me. Please.”

He turned you onto your side and repositioned himself so that he could fuck you as your big spoon, wrapping you in his arms and locking you in place, trapping you against him as he bucked. As he did, he clutched at you cruelly, trying to channel all of his reserved energy into a last-moment’s effort. Now that you were awake, he could slam himself into you with abandon, and you felt him lose control of his movements. He was shaking your whole body, making your bones shudder beneath his huge weight, crafting sticky, popping, slapping noises as he slammed skin into glorious skin.

Finally, he stuttered in his pounding, and your pussy stretched with the tell-tale throb of his heavy cock as it pulsed from dumping rope after rope of cream into your hole. You could feel it filling you, hot and thick. His eyes were clenched shut, unable to face the unearthly passion you had wrought together.

“Welcome home, baby,” you kissed his hand gently, running your nails along his heavy forearm, earning yourself another tremulous groan.

He smiled at you, riding out his high in your dripping hole,

“There’s nowhere I’d rather be.”

[sylusonychinus]

💖 Day 1 - Love When You're Submissive 💖

📌 Pairing: Rafayel x GN! Reader 📌 Requested by: @lyrisnightblood "Would it be alright to request MC × Rafayel angst for Valentine’s Day? (Would it be alright to ask for a gender-neutral MC 👉👈)"

For the angst: MC and Rafayel are engaging in CNC roleplay (nothing too explicit!), and MC ends up manhandling Rafayel a little too roughly—all pre-discussed beforehand. However, once MC realizes they’ve actually hurt Rafayel, even in a consensual setting, they immediately safeword and break down in tears, realizing that hurting him was the last thing they ever wanted. 😭💔

✍️ A/N: Hewwo! 🐾 Thank you for the request! Welcome to Day 1, and we’re kicking things off with some very, very smutty angst—WE LOVE TO SEE IT!!! 🔥💔💖

The air crackled with a strange energy. MC, clad in simple black, felt a nervous flutter in their stomach. Tonight was the night they and Rafayel would explore the boundaries of control in their relationship.

Rafayel reclined on the bed, his violet hair cascading over the pillows, catching the soft glow of the room’s light. His blue-purple eyes, sharp yet enigmatic, held a knowing glint. He was calm, composed—always in control, even when surrendering it. "Ready?" he murmured, his voice smooth, carrying that familiar blend of amusement and challenge.

MC nodded, their breath catching. They moved toward the bed, their steps measured, each movement deliberate. The dynamic they had planned demanded a display of power, a delicate dance on the edge of control. They circled Rafayel, their gaze intense, their touch a carefully orchestrated exploration—a firm hand here, a lingering caress there.

Rafayel exhaled softly, his lips curving into the faintest of smirks. "You’ll have to do better than that," he teased, voice low, testing.

MC pressed forward, responding to the challenge, but something shifted within them. The playful edge of their intent wavered, tipping into something deeper, less restrained. Their grip tightened, their movements growing too firm, too forceful. The moment tilted.

Rafayel's breath hitched—not in pleasure, but in pain. His body tensed, his smirk vanishing. "Enough," he commanded, voice firm, but controlled. "Purple."

The word cut through the charged air like a blade.

MC froze, horror dawning in their eyes. They had crossed a line. Their pulse thundered as they released him instantly, retreating as if burned. "Rafayel… I—I'm so sorry. I didn’t mean to—"

Rafayel pushed himself up, his expression unreadable. He took a slow, steady breath before his eyes met MC’s—searching, assessing. Then, his features softened. "You lost yourself in the moment. It happens." His voice was even, reassuring, but his usual effortless confidence had been shaken, if only slightly.

MC’s knees hit the floor, hands clenched. "I hurt you. I never wanted—"

Rafayel leaned forward, his fingers tilting their chin up gently. "You stopped. You listened. That’s what matters." His gaze, always so piercing, held something warmer now—understanding. "Control isn’t just about power. It’s about knowing when to let go and when to hold back."

The weight of guilt pressed down on MC in the days that followed. Rafayel, patient as ever, reassured them, his every action a quiet reminder that trust was not so easily broken. Still, the doubt lingered.

One evening, as they lay together in the quiet glow of the city skyline, MC finally whispered, "I don’t deserve you."

Rafayel turned to them, amusement flickering behind his gaze. "Oh? And why is that?"

MC swallowed hard. "I almost ruined everything."

A low chuckle escaped Rafayel’s lips. "You underestimate me. I don’t break that easily."

MC hesitated, uncertainty still etched in their features. Rafayel reached out, threading his fingers through theirs. "You think I hand over control to just anyone?" His voice lowered, teasing. "Trust goes both ways. And I still trust you."

MC searched his expression, and for the first time since that night, they let themselves believe him.

A slow smile tugged at Rafayel’s lips. "Besides," he murmured, voice dipping with its usual velvety confidence, "I think I could teach you a thing or two about control."

MC blinked, then let out a breath of laughter. "You think so?"

Rafayel smirked. "I know so."

As they lay there, wrapped in each other’s warmth, the fear began to ease, replaced by something stronger. Their bond had been tested, but it had not broken. If anything, it had only grown deeper—an unshakable connection, forged in understanding and trust.

[nightlyrequiem]

hiya requiem!!!

Its been awhile since i requested sumi'n style-based so i guess i have to renew!!! ^_^

would you be willing to write for Valeria x lolita!reader?? (as in, fully grown adult dressing cutely, not a child, loli thing) .......

because like imagine the dresses!!! the couture!!@ val likes feeling strong and in control?? perfect! she has a delicate, living porcelain doll for a girlfriend!!! [〃´▽`]

add sumin smutty in there tho 😋 uhhh no noncon/cnc/manipulative zex tho since i feel like i should make that clear because of kinktober!!

thanks you im advance!!! happy hallowseve!!!!

-🃏🌀⭐️

Ugh Lolita fashion is so pretty. I'd dress like that if I A) Had the money to buy clothes or B) The ability to sew.

I really like the image of big bad cartel leader with her soft, feminine partner. It's delicious.

Also very sorry for the late answer. Happy incredibly belated hallowseve! :3

Tags/Warnings: WLW, Feminine Reader, Fingering, GET THE STRAP VAL!, Slightly Rough Sex (All Consensual.), Sex on the Desk (Not Hygenic and Probably Uncomfortable IRL.), Lolita Fashion

Porcelain

Valeria watches keenly as you smooth out a puffy white sleave. Head lowered to make sure the little purple ribbon around your neck was centered. You're sat in her lap while she does paperwork, occasionally offering your professional opinion on certain legal matters. You help her with all the legal paperwork. Helping her manage her licenses and taxes. Your intelligence was what lured her in, and it was your unique sense of style that hooked her.

Intricate little dresses with buttons and lace details. You meticulously style your hair and do your makeup. Her own little doll. Valeria trails her fingers down your skirt, feeling the soft fabric.

"I like this colour on you." She comments. Pale lavender with matching ribbons around your throat and in your hair.

"Thank you." You beam, your manicured hand caresses the side of her throat. "It's my new one."

"Yeah? Good investment." She smiles.

You contrast against her nicely. Bright, soft colours and girlish attire. It softens her up a bit. Feeds her ego too. Valeria knows you play it up a bit to make her feel good, but you're so dependent on her. 'Valeria, open this jar for me' 'Help me build this new shelf.' 'I love it when you flex.' Valeria sighs and pushes away the paperwork, unable to keep focused on it. Hard to do that when she has her girlfriend in her lap, playing with her hair. 

You looking cute in those dresses and elaborate outfits aren't the sole reason she likes seeing you in them. Watching the skirts pool around your hips while she pounds into you is one of her favourite things. The feeling of your stocking-clad legs locking behind her back to drive her deeper drives her mad. Valeria slips her hand underneath your skirt to feel your thigh.

"I'm having a hard time concentrating," She murmurs, lowering her head to brush her nose along your throat. "should help me out..."

Valeria feels your shudder as she nips at the small amount of skin she has access to, her hand moving up higher past the edge of your stockings feeling the smoothness of your inner thigh. You slowly spread your thighs for her and tilt your head back. She takes the opportunity to undo the delicate little bow around your throat, fisting it in her hand as she litters your neck with loving bruises. The quiet noises you make send heat shooting down her lower abdomen.

She abruptly pulls away and encourages you to stand, helping you onto her desk, disregarding the paperwork half under you. Valeria stands between your thighs and captures your lips in a firm kiss. You lean into her, wrapping your arms around her neck. Valeria pushes up your skirt. Her hands grab at the edge of your panties. Pale delicate lace, and pulls them down past your knees, letting them drop the floor forgotten.

Her hands seek your heat. Pressing against your wet core and gathering your slick and spreading it through your folds. Valeria hikes up your legs to rest them on her shoulders, giving your clothed calf a soft caress before lowering her hand to rub tight circles over your clit. Your breathy moans make it hard for her to control herself. She slips two fingers inside of you, feeling the way, you squeeze her. Wetness drips from your packed hole, wetting the skirt and desk under you. No doubt leaving a stain that you'll chastise Valeria for.

You whine and twitch. Wordlessly telling Valeria that you're close. She braces a hand beside you and leans over you, speeding up. Her hand is starting to cramp but she ignores it in favour of your pleasure. The room is filled with your quiet panting and the audible wet noises from her fingering your cunt. You arch your back with a loud whine and clamp down on her fingers, gushing around them with fervor. She slows but doesn't remove them. Letting you ride out your orgasm until the sensation becomes borderline uncomfortable.

She leaves you to lie prone and wet on her desk. letting your frilly skirt fall as she backs away. A few minutes is all your allowed for recovery. The few minutes it takes for Valeria to retrieve a strap from a locked drawer and to put it on. She frees herself from her pants and tightens it around her waist. Letting the hot pink silicone cock dangle between her thighs. You smile dumbly and spread your legs in invitation, feeling your folds stick.

Valeria roughly shoves your skirt up, exposing your soaked pussy. She grabs her cock and rubs it on your sensitive cunt before pushing inside of you without warning. You arch and open your mouth in a soundless cry. She wastes no time in setting a punishing pace. Bracing herself over you and slamming into you. You jerk under the force. Valeria buries her face into your neck. Biting and sucking as she ruthlessly pounds you into the desk. Your legs now pressed down on top of you. Valeria grunts quietly. grabbing you to support herself.

You moan loudly. Sobbing with pleasure. she grabs your face.

"Shh." She says. She slows her pace, shoving the ribbon that was your neck bow into your mouth. She wipes away the saliva that drips from the side of your mouth and licks it from her finger. She resumes her pace. The slap of skin and your muffled moans hurry her. Her own clit throbs from the sight of you alone, it's almost enough to make her cum without even having been touched.

Wetness drips down her thighs. Slowly crawling down her leg as she fucks you with abandon. She leans up and grabs your hips, pulling you down with her as she sits. You practically collapse on top of her.

"C'mon, c'mon sweet girl." She murmurs. You lay your forehead down on her shoulder and slam yourself down on her cock. The big lavender dress hiding what's going on underneath. The bows in your hair are coming loose but you barely notice. Too focused on the feeling of her inside of you.

You snap and moan loudly, barely concealed by the ribbon-gag. Pleasure rushes through your body. You go limp, leaking around Valeria's cock and soaking her lap in your juices. Valeria holds you close, hands rubbing your back through the fabric. She notices one of the bows is almost untied and tightens it for you. Repositioning it back in your hair properly.

"You're so pretty." She whispers. "My little doll."

"Hm." You reply. Valeria reaches up and pulls the sodden ribbon from your mouth.

"Should go get you a new dress." Valeria remarks. Smoothing her hand down your back, feeling that wet spot where you came. 

You huff in response.

"I liked this dress." You mutter.

"I like it too." Valeria says, fingers coming around to toy with the lace detail on the front. She looks over your shoulder at her desk. The wood, and some of the paperwork is soaked. She'll need to reprint those documents.

[sillysillygoofygoose]

Dumb Little Bunny

...kinda cnc, argument to sex, switch! Toji and reader hehe, low-key foot stuff but also not really, hint of misogyny (use of slut, whore), degradation, and a possessive Toji. Happy Halloween!

"You're not wearing that."

Glancing down, you swiftly study your skin tight garment, pouting slightly.

"Yes, I am... it's on my body, isn't it?" Head whipping towards a brooding Toji, you smirk, a playful giggle bubbling in your chest.

"Very funny, smart ass." He huffs out, the beginning fire of a hissy-fit sparking up in his pebble-shaded eyes. He drags his feet over to you, bit-to-the-stub nails gripping at the skin engulfed by faux leather.

"Don't you think you're gonna get cold? Your legs are hangin' out like it's nobody's business." Toji grumbles, turning you towards the full sized mirror angled against your bedroom wall.

Toji is less than thrilled, to say the least. There you stand, figure squeezed and kissed by the tight fabric of your Playboy bunny one-piece. Complete with a puffy cotton tail and upright, pointed ears. Words can't describe the feeling that struck deep inside Toji's gut the second he saw you all whored out for this stupid Halloween party. The feeling grew from pleasurable to territorial when he realized he wouldn't be the only one seeing you tonight.

"The alcohol should keep me warm." You wiggle out of his grasp, patting his stone chest, before sitting down at the princess vanity he built for you. You pat at your cheeks with blush, sharpen your eyeliner, and touch up your burgundy lipstick.

"Don't start with that. Don't be such a little fucking brat." Toji's tone is harsh as he crosses his arms across his broad chest.

The lack of control brewed anxiety in his limbs and lungs. You invited him... you really meant it, too. But he was the one who turned you down.

"A Halloween party? Sweets, I'm too damn old for that shit."

Toji's attitude was expected, but throughly unappreciated by you... so you simply ignore him. You hear him groan before he lifts you off your cushioned seat, taking your place and settling you into his lap.

Before you can tell him off, he's nipping at the sensitive skin of your neck, tenderizing the area, before roughly biting down. You hiss, pushing his heavy head away and once again escaping his almost solid embrace.

"Ouch Toji! Ugh, what the fuck..." You trail off towards the end of your sentence, feeling the sting of his sharp teeth at the base of your neck.

"Fuckin assholes... their eyes are gonna be all over you, y'know... my fucking bunny. Dressed all cute and slutty."

Toji is still sat, arms crossed, a suble pout on his lips. A grown man throwing a tantrum like a four year old. And he said he's too old for a Halloween party.

Bending at your hips, you push past Toji's slumped shoulders, your eyes making out a wide, dark red mark on your neck.

"For fuck sakes, Toji... you're that fucking jealous hm?" Steadying yourself, hands flat on the vanity, you speak to him through your reflection, voice stern, concrete. He stands behind you, leaning down, his chest flat against your back. He lightly kisses, and kitten licks at the bold mark of territory. Leaning back into him, you feel his semi-hard pressing into the exposed skin of your fishnet-clad ass.

"You look so fucking good, mama. Don't want any of those usless fucking tools seein' ya all dolled up. I want to show you off, not sit here, knowing you're showing off." Finishing off his sentence with a light tug on your hair, he rolls his hips into your backside. Turning in your place, you pull Toji large body into you by his biceps. Groping his growing bulge, you use your other hand to hoist your bottom half onto the desk of your hand-crafted vanity. He follows your lead, staring at you almost expectantly. Sharp eyes follow your foot as it inches its way up Toji's thick thigh. Landing on his crotch, you playfully kick him soft as to not hurt him but firm enough to coax a small groan out of him.

"You like it, though, don't you, Toji? You like knowing that a young, sexy bunny is all yours. You know what to do... maybe if you make me proud, I won't flirt around tonight." You smirk, snapping off the flimsy buttons between your legs. Usually, hearing something like that would force Toji into a juvenile fit. His venomous jealousy would take over, fully souring his mind. But when you have him like this, under your spell, he just wants to prove himself to the woman he admires most.

Quickly, he pulls your pretty red panties aside, allowing the chilling air to wisp at your core. But, the change of temperature isn't the only thing that widens your eyes. Toji's wide tongue flattens upon your heat, licking up and down like an ice cream cone. His head makes exaggerated movements as the tip of his defined nose rubs into your sensitive bud, sending waves of pleasure through your body, sizzling out at your toes.

Toji straightens out on his knees, grasping at the back of your calve, bending your leg to fit between him and the wood you're placed upon. Pulling the ball of your foot back against his crotch, he holds the top of your foot to his weeping cock, moaning into you at the easing pressure. He slowly picks up a steady rhythm. You throw your head back, grabbing at Toji's dark locks and pull his face flush against you.

Before you can even reach your climax, you feel Toji stiffen and detach himself from you, and you peer down just in time to see the front of his grey sweatpants deepen in color.

A gruff groan escapes his throat as he sinks his pearly whites into the soft skin of your inner thigh between the open bubbles of your fishnets, like a dog and his bone.

"Ruined my fuckin' sweatpants, shit." Toji grumbles out, standing to his full height, towering over your sitting form. He pulls down the stained fabric, just enough for his veiny, throbbing, stiff dick to pop out. Without warning, he shoves himself into your fluttering, sensitive hole.

"'M gonna fuck ya dumb, bunny." Toji pants out, placing his hands behind you on the polished wood, thrusts immediately adopting a harsh, sharp pulse. Quickly, you begin babbling and cooing out, already being fucked stupid. You can feel your power slip through your fingers with every snap of your boyfriend's powerful hips. Before your dominance completely runs off, shriveled up in fear, you grab onto the back of his head, your mouth seeking his neck.

Toji groans as overstimulation creeps in, weakening his knees until he's in a partial squat, hunched over you.

"Fuck, I'm gonna fill you up, pretty girl. Gonna breed you like a fucking bunny. Every one of those idiots are gonna know who you're a disgusting little whore for." He grunts before you feel warm ropes of cum stuff your womb full. Still cumming, Toji pulls out, aiming his flushed head toward the shiny fabric of your sluttly little suit. He stumbles back, admiring the white streaks soaking into the slick black costume.

"Ugh, Toji, it's gonna stain." You mumble out, still shaking as you try to wipe off his cum with your fingers, engulfing them in your mouth, tasting the salty essence.

"Heh. Good." He lowly chuckles, sitting back down on your fragile chair, throwing his head back in exhaustion. You study the dark purple marks on his neck, perfectly matching the love-bites poorly hidden by the patchwork material on your legs.

"You sure you don't want to tag along? You might need to keep me in check." You smile devilishly, cheekily winking, before snapping the buttons of your skimpy onesie back together.

Toji huffs dramatically, irritation slowly snooping back into his dazed mind.

So there you are, frazzled and flushed, walking into this stupid Halloween party. Hand in hand. A dumb, sweet little bunny with her big, mean, dumber man.

Hope you enjoyed! Xoxo

[sugarcoated-lame]

JOEL FUCKIN’ YOU WHILST YOU’RE ASLEEP?! kricket… kricket………

smut below the cut*

warnings: pre-established cnc, somnophilia, unprotected piv, 18+ minors dni

hehehehe SEB !! my love 🧡

YES Joel fucking you while you’re asleep! I am a firm believer that as long as you’ve talked about it and he knows you’re okay with it, Joel, especially pre-outbreak, would LOVE to get his mouth on you while you’re sleeping and wake you up with his tongue (I mean I literally wrote a whole fic about that lmao), but also his cock 🫠

He just loves having you at his mercy, loves how sweet and peaceful you look, a beautiful angel in his bed with your hair all spread across the pillow like a halo around your face, and he can’t help but want to touch you, want to feel you. can’t help it because you just feel oh so good wrapped around him, but also because he likes for you to wake up to him making you feel that good too.

I could definitely see it happening on one of those nights where Joel gets home really late from a contracting job, tired and wound up from a long, stressful day and wanting nothing more than to relish in you and your warmth.

You’d tried to wait up for him, but when Joel walks into the bedroom, he finds you sound asleep on top of the sheets, your body closer to his side of the bed than yours.

Laying on your side, clad in nothing but one of his big t-shirts, your chest slowly rising and falling in even breaths beneath the soft fabric, the book you’d been reading to try to help you stay awake lies abandoned at your side.

The sight of you in his clothes, sleeping peacefully on his side of the bed, all snuggled up to his pillow, stirs something in Joel, his cock twitching beneath his jeans and he knows he has to have you, to feel your softness and warmth to make him forget all about the day he’s had.

smut below the cut** ❤️

Joel undresses quietly and shuts off the light on your bedside table before carefully climbing into bed behind your sleeping silhouette. His fingers find the hem of your—his—shirt and gently lift it up to reveal that you’ve forgone underwear and he lets out a quiet groan.

His rough, calloused palm gingerly slides over the curve of your ass, appreciating your curves before making its way to your front, sliding between your thighs to get you ready for him.

You stir for only a moment when his fingers brush your clit, a sleepy whimper falling from your lips at the sensation, before sleep overtakes you once again and you’re melting back into the sheets.

Joel’s fingers find your hole where you’re already starting to get wet from his light touch, sinking one of the digits in slowly. Pushing in and out of your warmth before adding another.

You’re still asleep when another quiet sound escapes you as Joel stretches you with his fingers, your back arching of its own volition causing your ass to press against his hardened length and he can’t help but let out a quiet “fuck” at the friction.

Once he feels you’re ready for him, Joel gently lifts your leg over his hip, pressing closer behind you as he lines up his leaking cock with your entrance.

Joel pushes in slowly, one inch at a time, and the way your warm, velvety walls just welcome him in so easily has all the stress of the day melting away in an instant.

His thrusts are slow and deep, his large hand on your hip guiding your pliant form back against him, his cock reaching places inside you that only he has ever been able to reach.

It’s only when his tip prods against that spongy spot inside you that would normally make you see stars if you were awake, that Joel feels your walls begin to clench tighter around him, your back pressing more firmly against his chest as you begin to stir with a quiet mewl.

“Mm- Joel?” Your voice comes out in a sleepy whisper.

Your hand clumsily reaches back to find his curls, a contented sigh leaving you as your fingers tangle in the soft strands, your mind beginning wake up and catch up with your body as he continues to fuck into slowly.

“‘M sorry for waking you, darling.” Joel presses a soft kiss to the back of your neck. “Just looked so fuckin’ pretty— Needed ya.”

oops got a little carried away with this one 🤭 but godddd I need a cold shower and like 3-5 business days to recover from this, I need this and him so bad 😭 !!! hehehe thank you for sending this my love, I hope you enjoy! ilyssssm 🥰❤️🧡