#like from my chest & shoulders down to my ankles

[jlle-marie]

𝐿𝑒𝑣𝑖 𝐴𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑛

𐙚 Levi Ackerman x reader smut

cw: mdni! mentions of rough sex

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"Let's start practicing right now" he growls, tossing you playfully onto the bed. You laugh, reaching out for him. He joins you on the bed, his body covering yours.

His hands caressing every curve of your body as he kisses you deeply, his tongue tangling with yours. He grinds his hips against yours, his hardness pressing against your belly.

He breaks the kiss to trail his lips down your neck, nipping and sucking at your skin. You arch your back, pressing your breasts against his chest. He groans, his hands reaching up to cup them through your shirt. "Levi..." you moan softly, your fingers tangling in his hair.

Levi looks up at you, his eyes filled with heat and affection. He pulls your shirt off, tossing it aside before lowering his head to your breasts. He kisses and suckles at them through the lace of your bra, making you writhe beneath him.

He unhooks your bra, freeing your breasts. He takes one peak into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. His hand slides down your body, slipping into your pajama shorts and underwear to cup you. You moan louder, your hips moving against his hand.

He slowly pushes one finger inside you, then another, stretching you. You cling to his shoulders, your nails digging into his back. He adds a third finger, pumping into you as his thumb rubs against your nub. You throw your head back, crying out as waves of pleasure wash over you. Levi captures your mouth, swallowing your moans. He slowly eases his fingers out of you, lifting his head to look at you.

"You're ready for me, aren't you, baby?" he asks huskily.

You nod eagerly, your eyes locked onto his. He smiles, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. He shoves his pants and underwear down, revealing his hard length.

He positions himself between your thighs, his hands gripping your hips. You wrap your legs around him, locking your ankles together behind his back. He grips his length and pushes it against your entrance, the head popping inside you easily. He starts to thrust, his hips snapping forward as he buries himself inside you over and over. You scream in ecstasy, your nails digging into his back.

"Levi... it's too much... please.." you beg, tears leaking from your eyes.

He leans down and kisses them away, his movements slowing to a languid pace. "It's not too much for my girl. You can take all of me, can't you, baby?" With each word, he pushes deeper, until you're filled to the brim.

You nod, whimpering his name. He begins to thrust again, his movements becoming faster and harder. You cling to him, your body shaking with each powerful surge.

"Come for me, baby. Squeeze my waist with your legs and come" he growls against your ear.

You obey, your inner muscles convulsing around him as you reach the peak. He grunts, burying his face in your neck as he finds his own release inside you. He stays like that for a moment, his body shuddering with the aftermath of his release.

Then, he rolls onto his back, pulling you atop him. He's still inside you, and he's still semi-hard. You whimper, shifting slightly.

"Shh, don't move" he says soothingly, his hands caressing your back.

He's fully hard again.

He grips your hips and starts to move you up and down on him.

"Levi... we just..." you protest weakly.

"We did." He lifts you up and down on his lap, his hands tight on your hips. "And we're going to do it again" he finishes, his voice firm with intent.

You moan softly, your fingers gripping his shoulders. "Levi... it's too much..."

"No, it's not." He continues to move you up and down, his cock sliding in and out of you with ease. You're so used to it now, your body accommodating his movements. But it still hurts, still feels like he's stretching you too far. You mewl softly, continuing to move as he guides you.

"Good girl" he praises, his hands squeezing your backside.

He lifts you up and then pulls you back down onto him, his hips surging up to meet yours. You cry out, your head falling back. He takes advantage of your exposed neck, leaning forward to bite and suck at your skin. You can feel him growing even bigger inside you, his movements becoming faster and harder.

"Levi... it's too much..."

"Not nearly enough" he grunts, his hands gripping your backside painfully. He spreads you apart, pushing himself even deeper into you. You shriek, your body shaking as another wave of release crashes over you. He groans, his head falling back against the headboard as he finds his release again.

He catches you as you collapse forward, his arms wrapping around you. He's still inside you, and he's still not completely soft. He rolls you onto your back, his hips lifting as he starts to move inside you again.

"Levi... I can't..."

"You can" he insists, his voice gentle yet firm. He leans down to kiss you, his hips moving in slow, deep thrusts. You whimper into his mouth, your fingers clutching at his hair. He breaks the kiss to bury his face in your neck, his breathing growing harsh as his movements become faster.

He lifts your leg up and over his shoulder, allowing him to go even deeper. You scream, your body convulsing around him as he hits a spot that makes stars burst behind your eyelids.

"Yes, yes, yes..." he hisses, his eyes locked onto yours.

He drops your leg and braces his hands on either side of your head, his hips pistoning furiously as he chases his own release. You claw at his back, your body undulating beneath his as you come again and again.

"Levi... please... I can't... it's too..." Your words dissolve into a high-pitched keen as he grinds his hips against yours, his fingers digging into your hips painfully.

"Come for me one last time, baby" he growls, his voice ragged.

With a final scream, you do, your body convulsing violently. He buries his face in your neck, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he finds his own release.

He collapses on top of you, his body heavy and spent. "I love you" he murmurs, his voice sleepy.

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a/n: first time writing! english isn't my first language ˘͈ᵕ˘͈

[rheseoneseon]

𝙏𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙢𝙚, 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙚, 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙢𝙚—𝘼𝙣 𝘼𝙞𝙏𝙖𝙣𝙞 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙘.

𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙍𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 - 𝘼𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙩/𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚. 𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 - 𝘼𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙣 𝙭 𝙏𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙖. 𝘽𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 @valartrion's 𝘿𝙤𝙪𝙟𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞. 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙮 𝙢𝙚. 𝘿𝙤𝙢! 𝙏𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙖 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙎𝙪𝙗! 𝘼𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙣.

Down in the bowels of Mūken, the air was thick with an oppressive silence. The deepest and most forbidden layer of the Central Great Underground Prison held the most dangerous, the most cunning, and, perhaps, the most powerful captive the Soul Society had ever seen: Sōsuke Aizen.

The prisoner sat bound to a darkened throne of restraints, his body bound and sealed, yet his presence still emanated an aura of control, even in confinement. His garb was entirely black, save for the white rag loosely draped over his shoulders, and his single brown eye, visible from beneath an eyepatch, gleamed with hidden knowledge.

Despite his position, the notorious ex-captain exuded an untouchable power that even his captors feared.

All except one.

Tanisha Chōdhori, the Warden of Mūken, moved with a predatory grace as she strode across the cold floor toward her prisoner.

The crimson haori she wore fluttered behind her like a stream of blood, her shihakushō teasing the swell of her breasts with its dangerously low neckline.

Her thick, raven-black hair cascaded down her back, her onyx eyes glinting with a hunger only Aizen seemed capable of satisfying. Her lips, painted the color of ripe cherries, twisted into a smirk as she stopped in front of him. “You've been quiet today, Sōsuke,” she began, her voice a sultry murmur that dripped with dominance. “What's on your mind? Could it be you're finally submitting to the fate I've bestowed upon you?”

Aizen's brown eye flicked up to meet hers. His lips, curved in a faint smile, betrayed nothing but amusement. Even shackled to his chair, with restraints biting into his wrists and ankles, Aizen never lost the aura of command. He was not a man easily tamed. “I wonder,” he began, his voice smooth, calm as always, “if you truly believe you hold power over me, Tanisha.” His smirk deepened. “Do you think I’m beyond such base desires, my dear warden?”

Tanisha’s eyes darkened, a gleam of challenge sparking in their depths. She stepped closer until her knees were pressed against his. Leaning forward, she braced herself on the armrests of his chair, trapping him between her thighs as she straddled his waist.

Her crimson haori brushed against his chest, the soft fabric of her shihakushō teasing against his skin. “Oh, Sōsuke,” she purred, her lips hovering just inches from his. “You feel desire. Raw, unfiltered desire.” Her gaze flicked down, amusement coloring her tone. “Exclusively for me.”

She leaned in further, her breath ghosting over his lips. “Perhaps, to fuck me?”

The sharp intake of breath that escaped Aizen was barely perceptible, but she felt it—his body tensing beneath her, the pulse of reiatsu thrumming from him in response to her proximity. Her hand slid up the back of his neck, fingers curling into his slicked-back hair as she yanked his head back, forcing him to meet her gaze head-on. She was teasing him, testing his boundaries, knowing full well that she held all the keys to his release. His physical, emotional, and perhaps—eventually—his sexual freedom.

Tanisha’s lips crashed against his with a ferocity that belied her elegant appearance. The kiss was not gentle; it was raw, savage, and filled with the pent-up desire she had held back for millennia.

Her tongue forced its way into his mouth, tasting him, claiming him in a way that no one else ever could. She moaned softly against his lips, her hips grinding against his with increasing pressure. Aizen gasped against her mouth, his chest heaving as his body betrayed him. His cock was straining against his bindings, painfully hard beneath her weight. Even as he struggled to maintain his composure, there was no hiding the visceral reaction his body had to her dominance.

Tanisha pulled back slightly, her lips brushing over his chin and down the line of his jaw as she whispered into his ear, “You belong to me, Sōsuke. No one else could ever have this hold over you.”

Aizen’s eye gleamed with defiance even as his breathing quickened. “Do you really believe that?” he murmured, his voice low and hoarse, though laced with amusement. “Do you think I don’t see what this is?”

Tanisha’s hand gripped his hair tighter, tugging his head to the side as she nipped at the exposed skin of his throat. “What do you think it is, then? Enlighten me.”

Aizen chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that sent a shiver down her spine. “A game, Tanisha. You’ve always been obsessed with control. But tell me—who is really in control right now? You… or me?

”Her eyes flared at the challenge, and with a growl, she pushed her body against his harder, grinding her hips into him in a manner that left no room for doubt. “I hold all the power, Sōsuke. I decide when you move, when you breathe… and when you release.”

She shifted, pressing her core against his hardened length, the friction drawing a strained groan from his lips. His chest rose and fell more rapidly now, his calm facade beginning to crack beneath the pressure of her ministrations. He was fighting it, as always, but she could feel the pull—the magnetic force that tied him to her in this twisted, beautiful struggle for dominance.

“You’re trembling,” she whispered, her lips brushing the shell of his ear. “You’ve never been good at hiding what you want, have you?”

Aizen's jaw tightened, his smirk fading as his resolve began to waver. His eye met hers again, and in that brief moment, there was something raw and dangerous between them. “I could break you if I wanted to,” Aizen muttered, though the tension in his voice betrayed the lie. “Even now.”

Tanisha chuckled, her lips trailing down his neck. “But you won’t. Because deep down, you know you want this just as much as I do.” Her fingers slid down his chest, tracing the hard planes of his muscles through his prison garb. “Maybe even more.”

Her hand dipped lower, brushing over the hard bulge straining against the fabric between them. She grinned wickedly as Aizen hissed through his teeth, his body jerking involuntarily against her touch. “You can’t hide it from me, Sōsuke,” she taunted. “No matter how hard you try.”

He clenched his jaw, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he struggled against his restraints. “You think this is enough to break me? To control me?” he hissed.

Tanisha’s grip on him tightened, her nails digging into his scalp as she leaned down, her lips inches from his. “Oh, I don’t need to break you,” she murmured, her breath warm against his skin. "I just need you to admit it.”

She rolled her hips against his, the friction driving him mad, and a guttural groan slipped from his throat before he could stop it. His head fell back against the chair, his breathing ragged as his control began to slip.

Tanisha smiled victoriously, her hand cupping his face as she kissed him again, softer this time, but no less possessive. “Say it,” she whispered against his lips. “Say that you want me.”

Aizen's breath was shaky, and for the briefest of moments, he looked like he might give in. But then, with a sudden surge of defiance, he grinned—a wicked, knowing grin. "“You assume too much, Tanisha.”

Her eyes narrowed, and before he could say anything more, she yanked his head back again, forcing him to look up at her. “I’ll make you admit it, Sōsuke,” she growled, her voice dripping with raw, unfiltered desire. “Even if it takes me an eternity.”

Aizen’s smirk faltered, and for the first time, true uncertainty flickered in his gaze. Tanisha could feel it—the tension between them, the push and pull of power, desire, and control. It was intoxicating, and she wasn’t about to let go. Not until he was hers, completely.

He suddenly gasped, an uncharacteristic sound from a man usually so composed, as Tanisha slowly unzipped the front of his black garb. The fabric fell away, revealing the hard planes of his muscled chest, the smooth expanse of his abdomen, and finally his cock, already swollen and rigid, straining painfully against his restraints.

Tanisha’s breath hitched, her onyx eyes darkening with desire as she gazed down at him. She took her time, her fingers tracing the contours of his chest, her lips curling into a predatory smile as she saw the full extent of his arousal.

“My, my,” she whispered, her voice low and sultry. “So much for being above ‘base desires,’ Sōsuke. Look at you.” She ran her fingers along his length, teasingly light, watching with amusement as his body twitched beneath her touch. “So hard… and for me.”

Aizen’s jaw clenched, his eye narrowing as he fought to maintain control. “You overestimate your influence, Tanisha,” he muttered, though his voice was tight, strained. “This is simply a physiological reaction.”

Tanisha laughed, a rich, throaty sound that echoed through the cold chamber. “Is that so?” she asked, her lips brushing the shell of his ear as she leaned closer. “Then I suppose I’ll have to test that theory, won’t I?”

Without another word, she lifted herself slightly, positioning her hips directly over his throbbing cock. She didn’t touch him, not yet—just hovered, allowing the heat from her core to tease him, to drive him mad with anticipation. Her folds were slick with arousal, and Aizen could feel the wetness of her, just inches away from where he needed her most.

He grit his teeth, refusing to give her the satisfaction of seeing him break. But his body betrayed him, his cock twitching in response to her proximity, and she noticed.

“Oh, Sōsuke,” she purred, her hips lowering just enough that the head of his cock brushed against her folds. The sensation drew a sharp intake of breath from him, and she smiled victoriously. “You say you’re unaffected, but your body tells a different story.”

Aizen’s breathing quickened, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he fought to maintain control. He could feel her wetness, the slick heat of her teasing against him, but still, she refused to let him in. It was torture, the kind that chipped away at his carefully constructed facade of indifference.

“Tanisha,” he growled, his voice low, dangerous. “Enough games.”

She raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in her eyes as she met his gaze. “Games? This is no game, Sōsuke.” She leaned in closer, her lips brushing his as she spoke, her voice barely more than a whisper. “This is a lesson.”

With a slow, deliberate motion, she lowered herself further, just enough to let the head of his cock slide between her folds, teasingly close but not quite inside. Aizen groaned, his hands clenching into fists as he strained against his restraints. His entire body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with desire, but still, she kept him on the edge.

Tanisha’s breath hitched as she felt the head of him brushing against her, his cock teasing her entrance. She was just as affected as he was, her body aching with need, but she wasn’t ready to give him what he wanted. Not yet.

“You’re trembling, Sōsuke,” she murmured, her hips moving in slow, tantalizing circles, allowing the head of his cock to rub against her folds without ever entering. “Do you want me that badly?”

Aizen’s eye burned with frustration, his smirk gone, replaced by something far more raw and dangerous. “You enjoy this far too much,” he hissed, though his voice was laced with the kind of desperation he usually kept hidden. “It’s pathetic.”

Tanisha laughed again, the sound low and sultry as she ground her hips down harder, teasing him with just enough pressure to drive him insane. “Pathetic, is it? Then why are you so hard, Sōsuke? Why do you gasp when I touch you? Why does your body react to me like this?” She paused, her lips brushing his neck as she whispered, “Admit it. You want me.”

Aizen’s breath was ragged now, his composure slipping with every agonizing second that passed. He was losing control, and he hated it—hated that she had this power over him, hated that his body was betraying him in the most primal of ways. But even as he struggled, even as he fought to keep his walls up, he couldn’t deny the truth. “Damn you,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Tanisha smiled triumphantly, her hand sliding up his chest as she whispered into his ear, “That’s more like it.”

Without warning, she shifted her hips, sliding his cock between her folds in one swift, fluid motion. The sudden, overwhelming sensation of being inside her ripped a groan from Aizen’s throat, his head falling back against the chair as his body arched in response. He was fully inside her now, her tight, wet heat gripping him in a way that made his head spin.

Tanisha moaned softly, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she adjusted to the feeling of him inside her. “You feel that, Sōsuke?” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. “This is what you’ve been denying yourself.”

Aizen couldn’t respond, couldn’t form coherent thoughts as the pleasure consumed him. His body acted on instinct, his hips jerking upward as he tried to thrust deeper into her, but the restraints held him in place, leaving him at her mercy.Tanisha reveled in his frustration, her hips moving in slow, deliberate motions as she rode him. She could feel him throbbing inside her, the tension in his body building with each passing second. His cock was buried deep within her, stretching her in ways that left her breathless, but she wasn’t about to let him take control. Not yet.

“You want to fuck me, don’t you, Sōsuke?” she murmured, her lips brushing his ear. “You want to lose yourself in me.”

Aizen’s eye fluttered shut, his breathing ragged as he fought against the wave of pleasure crashing over him. He wanted to resist, wanted to keep his composure, but the way her body gripped him, the way her slick folds clenched around his cock—it was too much. Too intense.

“Say it,” she demanded, her hips moving faster now, riding him harder. “Say you want me.”

Aizen’s control shattered, a low growl rumbling from his chest as he finally gave in. “I want you,” he gasped, his voice raw, desperate. “I want you, Tanisha.”

Tanisha’s heart raced at his words, a surge of satisfaction flooding through her as she heard him admit what she had known all along. She leaned down, her lips capturing his in a fierce, possessive kiss as she moved her hips in rhythm with his shallow thrusts.“You’re mine,” she whispered against his lips, her voice trembling with desire. “Only mine.”

Aizen growled against her mouth, his hips jerking upward as he strained against the restraints, desperate to thrust deeper into her. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t move—couldn’t take control.

And that only made him want her more.

Tanisha’s body was on fire, her muscles tightening as she rode him harder, faster, her moans mingling with his ragged breaths as they both teetered on the edge. She could feel his cock twitching inside her, his entire body trembling with the effort of holding back. But she wasn’t ready to let him go just yet.

“Not yet,” she gasped, her hips slowing as she teased him, drawing out his pleasure, denying him the release he so desperately craved. “You don’t get to come until I say so.”

Aizen groaned, his body taut with tension as he fought to keep himself in check. He was so close, so painfully close, but she wouldn’t let him have it.

“Tanisha,” he gasped, his voice a raw, broken plea. “Please.”

Her eyes darkened with triumph, her lips curling into a wicked smile as she heard the desperation in his voice. “Say it again,” she demanded, her hips grinding down against him, driving him even closer to the edge.

“I want you,” he growled, his voice hoarse. “I need you, Tanisha.”

That was all she needed to hear. With a final, powerful thrust, she rode him hard, her body tightening around his cock as she finally let herself go. The sensation was overwhelming, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave as she cried out his name, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she trembled with the force of it.

Aizen’s body followed suit, his hips jerking upward as he thrust deep inside her, his cock pulsing as he spilled into her, the pleasure so intense it left him gasping for breath. For a long moment, the only sound in the chamber was their ragged breathing, both of them coming down from the high of their release.

Tanisha remained straddling him, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm, her hands resting on his chest as she caught her breath. Aizen’s eye fluttered open, his chest still heaving as he looked up at her, a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction flickering in his gaze.

The moment their bodies parted, Tanisha slid off Aizen’s lap, her eyes never leaving his as she gracefully dropped to her knees between his legs. The crimson haori she wore pooled around her like blood, her movements fluid and predatory, each step in this dance of control precisely measured. She allowed herself a moment to take in the sight of him, bound, panting, and utterly at her mercy. His cock was still rock hard, gleaming with their shared arousal, twitching in the cool air of the prison.

Aizen’s eye followed her, that same predatory gleam faltering as she settled between his thighs, her soft hands reaching for his length. The moment her fingers wrapped around him, his body jerked involuntarily, his muscles twitching in response to her touch.

“You’re still so hard,” she murmured, her voice low and sultry, filled with amusement as she gave his cock a slow stroke, watching as his chest heaved. “I thought you might’ve had enough, but…” She smirked, her thumb teasing the sensitive tip, watching a bead of precum form at the slit. “I guess you’re far from satisfied.”

Aizen’s breath hitched, his body betraying him once again as his hips bucked slightly into her hand. His normally composed expression was starting to crack—his lips parted as he tried to maintain some semblance of control, but the twitch in his brow and the quickened rise and fall of his chest told her all she needed to know. “You... enjoy... testing me, don’t you?” he rasped, his voice low and strained, but still attempting to maintain a shred of his usual calm.

Tanisha chuckled, her onyx eyes glinting with wicked delight. “I told you, Sōsuke. You’re mine to play with.” She leaned forward, letting her breasts press against the base of his cock, her fingers guiding him between the soft valley of her flesh. “And right now… I’m in the mood to play.”

She pushed her breasts together, enveloping his cock in the soft warmth of her chest, and slowly began to move, sliding his length between the swell of her breasts. Aizen’s reaction was immediate—his hips jerked upward slightly, a sharp intake of breath escaping him as his cock slid through the warm, slick valley she had created.

“Ahh…” Aizen exhaled, his head falling back slightly as his body trembled in response to the sensation. His composure was slipping further, his eye squeezing shut as the pleasure began to overtake him.

Tanisha’s smirk widened as she watched him struggle. She had him—really had him this time. She could feel it in the way his muscles tensed, the way his hips moved involuntarily, seeking more friction, more sensation. He was losing control, and she loved every second of it.

“Look at you,” she purred, her hips shifting slightly as she pressed her breasts tighter around him. “The mighty Sōsuke Aizen, reduced to this… whimpering, needy mess.”

Aizen’s jaw clenched, but the sharp retort that usually followed was nowhere to be found. Instead, a low, broken sound escaped him—a sound that was dangerously close to a whimper, and Tanisha reveled in it.

She lowered her head, her tongue darting out to lick at the tip of his cock as it peeked through the top of her cleavage with each slow thrust. The taste of him, mixed with their earlier release, sent a thrill of power through her, and she moaned softly, her lips brushing against the sensitive head as she teased him further.

“Tanisha...” Aizen groaned, his voice shaky, his control unraveling more with each passing moment. He was fighting it, as he always did, but she could feel the tension in his body—the way he trembled under her touch, the way his hips bucked slightly, desperate for more.

She flicked her tongue over the tip of his cock again, drawing another ragged gasp from his lips before she wrapped her lips around the head, sucking lightly as she continued to slide his length between her breasts. Aizen’s entire body jerked in response, his cock twitching in her mouth as a low, broken moan escaped him.“Fuck…” Aizen’s voice was a whisper, filled with frustration and need, his head falling back against the chair as his hips involuntarily thrust upward, pushing his cock deeper between her breasts.

Tanisha grinned around him, her lips stretching into a wicked smile as she took more of him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head. She sucked harder now, letting her lips slide down the length of him with each thrust of his cock through her breasts, the combination of sensations driving him mad.

“Surrender to it, Sōsuke,” she murmured, her voice vibrating against his length as she pulled back for a moment, letting the tip of his cock rest against her lips. “There’s no use fighting me. You want this. You need this.”

Aizen’s response was a strained groan, his hips jerking again as he bucked into her mouth, unable to stop himself. The sound that escaped him this time—a soft, needy whimper—was enough to send a wave of heat straight to her core. He was breaking, and the thought of it, of reducing him to this, was intoxicating.

She moaned softly as she took him deeper into her mouth, her hands sliding up to grip her breasts, pressing them tighter around his cock as she sucked him harder. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, teasing the sensitive underside as she bobbed her head, her movements quickening in time with his desperate thrusts.

“Tanisha…” Aizen gasped, his voice trembling with a mix of frustration and desire. His hands, still bound to the chair, clenched into fists as he fought against the restraints, his body twitching with every stroke of her tongue, every squeeze of her breasts around his cock.

She pulled back just enough to let the tip of his cock rest against her tongue, her lips parting as she gazed up at him, her eyes dark with lust. “You like that, don’t you, Sōsuke?” she whispered, her voice low and teasing. “You like being at my mercy.”

Aizen’s eye fluttered open, his gaze locking with hers, but the usual defiance was gone. All that remained was raw, desperate need, and it sent a thrill through her like nothing else.He didn’t respond, couldn’t respond—his breath came in short, ragged gasps as his body trembled, his hips bucking into her mouth with increasing urgency. The sight of him, usually so composed and in control, reduced to this—submissive, whimpering, desperate for release—was enough to push her own arousal to the brink.

She moaned softly as she took him deeper into her mouth again, her hands squeezing her breasts tighter around his cock as she sucked him harder, her tongue flicking over the sensitive head with each stroke. Aizen’s breathing quickened, his chest heaving as his body tensed, his muscles quivering with the effort of holding back. “Let go,” she whispered against his length, her lips brushing the tip of his cock as she pulled back slightly. “Give in to it, Sōsuke. I want to hear you beg.”

Aizen’s body jerked, a low, broken sound escaping his throat as he struggled against the overwhelming pleasure. His head fell back, his eye squeezing shut as he bit down on his lip, trying desperately to hold onto the last vestiges of his control.But it was slipping, fast.

“Tanisha…” His voice was a hoarse whisper, barely audible over the sound of his ragged breathing. His hips bucked again, his cock twitching in her hands as she stroked him harder, faster, her breasts sliding up and down his length with each thrust.

“Say it,” she demanded, her voice firm, commanding. “Beg for it, Sōsuke.”

Aizen groaned, his entire body trembling as he fought to hold on, but it was a losing battle. His cock twitched again, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps as his muscles tensed, his control slipping further and further away.

Finally, with a broken, desperate whimper, he gave in.“Please…” he gasped, his voice shaky, filled with frustration and need. “Please, Tanisha… I need it.”

Tanisha’s smile widened, her lips curling into a wicked grin as she heard the plea in his voice. “Good boy,” she murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction as she lowered her head again, her lips wrapping around the head of his cock once more.

She sucked him hard, her tongue swirling around the tip as she bobbed her head, her hands squeezing her breasts tighter around him as she worked him over, driving him closer and closer to the edge.

Aizen’s body tensed, his hips jerking upward as he thrust into her mouth, his cock twitching with the force of his impending release. His breaths came in short, ragged gasps, his entire body trembling as he teetered on the brink of oblivion. “Come for me, Sōsuke,” she whispered, her voice low and commanding as she took him deeper into her mouth, her tongue teasing the sensitive underside of his cock. “Let go.”

That was all it took. With a final, desperate thrust, Aizen’s body convulsed, his cock twitching violently in her mouth as he came, hot and fast, spilling himself down her throat. His entire body shook with the force of his release, a low, broken moan escaping his lips as he finally let himself go.

But Tanisha wasn't done.

Aizen was still catching his breath, his chest heaving, his muscles tense as the lingering aftershocks of his release pulsed through his body. His head hung low, his single eye half-lidded as he struggled to regain his composure. But the momentary peace didn’t last long.

Tanisha hadn’t moved from her position between his legs, her onyx eyes fixed on him with a glint of sadistic amusement. She could see it all—the sheen of sweat coating his skin, the way his body still trembled slightly, and the faint flush of pink spreading across his normally pale cheeks.

She smirked, her lips curling into a wicked grin as an idea formed in her mind. Something darker, more experimental. The power she wielded over him was intoxicating, and now, she would push it further. Much further.

Without a word, Tanisha held out her hand, her fingers curling as her reiatsu flared around her. A faint shimmer appeared in the air between them, the energy crackling as crystalline shapes began to form in her palm. The crystals—sharp, translucent, and meticulously crafted—morphed into long, slender objects, their smooth surfaces catching the dim light of Mūken as they solidified.

Aizen’s eye flicked upward, his brow furrowing as he watched the objects materialize. Confusion flickered in his gaze for a moment, followed by a glint of suspicion. “Tanisha,” he began, his voice still rough from their earlier exchange, “what are you—”

Before he could finish, Tanisha’s hand closed around one of the crystalline urethral toys she had created, her fingers tracing the smooth, sleek surface as she studied him with predatory delight. She could see the exact moment realization dawned on him, his eye widening slightly, his breath catching in his throat. “Oh, you didn’t think I was done with you, did you?” she cooed, her voice a soft, teasing purr as she held the crystalline object in front of him, letting him get a good look at what she had in store. “You’re not nearly broken enough for my liking, Sōsuke.”

Aizen’s body tensed, his muscles twitching involuntarily as he struggled to comprehend what was about to happen. “What… what are you planning?” he asked, his tone more cautious now, his usual confidence eroded by exhaustion and the vulnerability of his current state.

Tanisha chuckled softly, the sound sending shivers down his spine as she leaned closer, her face hovering just inches from his. “I’m going to push you,” she whispered, her breath ghosting over his lips. “Further than you’ve ever been pushed before.”

Without another word, she took hold of his still semi-erect cock, her grip firm yet gentle as she guided the smooth, crystalline toy toward the sensitive tip. Aizen’s body jerked in response, his breath catching as he realized what was about to happen.

“Tanisha,” he gasped, his voice shaky as his body tensed in anticipation. “You can’t be serious—”

But she was.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Tanisha pressed the tip of the crystalline object against his slit, her eyes never leaving his as she applied just enough pressure to make him squirm. The cold, smooth surface slid inside him, inch by agonizing inch, and Aizen’s entire body seized up, his muscles going rigid as a strangled cry escaped his lips.

The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced—sharp, intense, and utterly overwhelming. His body fought against it, instinctively recoiling from the foreign object being inserted into such a sensitive place, but Tanisha’s grip on him was unyielding. She pushed the crystalline toy deeper, her movements slow and precise, watching with sadistic delight as Aizen’s composure shattered.

He gasped, his head falling back against the chair as his hips jerked involuntarily, his body twitching in response to the overwhelming stimulation. “T-Tanisha…” he stammered, his voice barely more than a whisper, his usual calm completely obliterated. “W-What are you doing…?”

Tanisha’s smirk deepened, her hand tightening around his cock as she slid the toy even further inside him, the sharp edges of the crystal brushing against the delicate tissue of his urethra. “I told you,” she murmured, her voice low and dangerous, “I’m going to break you, Sōsuke.”

Aizen’s body trembled violently, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as the toy slid deeper inside him, the sensation too intense, too foreign for him to process. He could feel every inch of it, the cool, unyielding surface of the crystal pressing against his most sensitive nerves, and it was driving him mad.

“Ahhh…!” Aizen’s cry was guttural, his entire body convulsing as he tried—and failed—to control the overwhelming sensations coursing through him. His skin was flushed pink, a sheen of sweat coating his chest and neck as he gasped for air, his body slick with the effort of holding himself together.

Tanisha’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she watched him struggle, her thumb teasing the base of his cock as she continued to work the crystalline toy deeper into him. “You’re sweating, Sōsuke,” she cooed, her voice filled with amusement as she leaned closer, her lips brushing against the shell of his ear. “Flushed pink… trembling… I’ve never seen you like this.”

Aizen’s teeth clenched, his head rolling to the side as he fought to suppress the sounds that threatened to escape his throat. But he couldn’t stop it—not with her doing this to him. His body was betraying him in ways he never thought possible, and the humiliation of it all only fueled his frustration.

“I… didn’t know… you could… use your powers like this,” he managed to gasp, his voice broken and shaky as he struggled to find words. His eye flicked to the crystalline toy still buried inside him, a mixture of shock and disbelief flickering across his face.

Tanisha chuckled softly, her hand sliding up his chest to grip his jaw, forcing him to look at her. “You thought you knew everything about me, didn’t you?” she whispered, her voice laced with condescension. “You thought you could predict me, control me… but here we are.”

She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his skin as she pressed her lips to his neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. “I’m always one step ahead of you, Sōsuke. Always.”

Aizen groaned, his body jerking as she twisted the crystalline toy inside him, sending a shockwave of sensation through his already overstimulated body. His breath came in ragged gasps, his entire body trembling uncontrollably as he fought to maintain some semblance of control. But it was slipping—fast

.“You’re mine,” Tanisha whispered, her voice dripping with satisfaction as she watched him unravel beneath her touch. “Completely and utterly mine.”

Aizen’s eye fluttered shut, his body quivering as the words sank in. He could feel it—the loss of control, the way his body was responding to her in ways he never thought possible. It was terrifying and exhilarating all at once.

“I—” Aizen tried to speak, but the words caught in his throat, his voice breaking as another wave of pleasure and pain surged through him. His body arched against the restraints, his hips bucking involuntarily as the crystalline toy pressed deeper into him, the sensation driving him to the brink.

Tanisha’s smirk widened as she watched him squirm, her fingers trailing down his chest, teasing the sensitive skin as she cooed softly into his ear. “Look at you,” she whispered, her voice filled with amusement. “Sweating, trembling, flushed pink… I’ve never seen you like this, Sōsuke. So vulnerable. So… submissive.”

Aizen’s breath hitched, his chest rising and falling rapidly as his body quaked beneath her touch. He was drenched in sweat, his skin flushed a deep, embarrassing pink, and his mind was spinning, unable to comprehend what was happening to him.

“I told you,” Tanisha continued, her hand sliding up to grip his jaw once more, forcing him to look at her. “I always win.”

Aizen’s body jerked violently as the crystalline toy twisted inside him again, sending another shockwave of sensation through his already overstimulated nerves. His head fell back against the chair, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps as his entire body trembled with the force of it.Tanisha’s smirk deepened, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she watched him break before her, the mighty Sōsuke Aizen reduced to a quivering, helpless mess. She had him—completely and utterly—and she reveled in every second of it.

“You’re mine, Sōsuke,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his as she leaned in closer, her voice soft and commanding. “Now and forever.”

Aizen’s eye fluttered open, his gaze locking with hers, but the defiance was gone. All that remained was raw, unfiltered vulnerability—the realization that, in this moment, she truly owned him. And as his body continued to tremble beneath her touch, he finally surrendered, his voice barely more than a broken whisper as he gasped, “Yes… Tanisha.”

She smiled victoriously, her fingers tracing the length of his jaw as she whispered back, “What an obedient slut.”

Tanisha’s eyes glimmered with satisfaction as she looked at the flushed and trembling form of Sōsuke Aizen, still trapped in his seat, sweat beading down his chest and his composure shattered in a way she had never seen before. The once indomitable prisoner, the one who had always exuded absolute control, was now reduced to a gasping, broken man, entirely at her mercy.

She could see the confusion, the mix of emotions swirling in his gaze, as if he didn’t know how to process what was happening. And that thrilled her.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Tanisha released one of Aizen’s restraints, her fingers deftly undoing the seal that kept his arm bound. His hand twitched the moment it was freed, and his breath quickened as he realized he was no longer fully confined.

“Get up,” she commanded, her voice cold and firm, leaving no room for argument.

Aizen blinked in surprise, still panting as he met her gaze. His mind was racing, trying to catch up with what was happening, but his body seemed too overwhelmed to react properly. He wasn’t used to this—this helplessness, this submission, and the way his body betrayed him at every turn. He sat there for a moment, unmoving, his chest still rising and falling with ragged breaths.

“I said, get up,” Tanisha repeated, her voice sharper now as her gaze hardened. She released the last restraint around his legs and gave him a stern look. “You’re not a prisoner in this moment, Sōsuke. You’re something else entirely.”

Aizen’s muscles trembled as he pushed himself off the chair, the last remnants of his usual composure struggling to return. He stood before her, fully exposed, his cock still hard and glistening, his body slick with sweat. His eyes flickered toward her, uncertainty clouding his gaze.

Tanisha smirked as she leaned back, resting against the now-vacant chair that Aizen had just vacated. “Sit,” she ordered, her tone dark and possessive. It wasn’t until then that Aizen noticed the crystalline cock that had materialized, protruding from a strap around her waist. The thing was massive, smooth, and glittering like pure crystal, a testament to Tanisha’s control over her powers. It radiated a faint aura of her spiritual energy, and Aizen’s eye widened in shock.

He swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry, realizing what she intended. “Tanisha…” he started, his voice low and almost trembling, the last vestiges of resistance flickering in his expression. “You can’t possibly mean…”

“Oh, but I do,” she purred, her voice soft yet commanding, her fingers beckoning him forward. “Now, Sōsuke, sit back down—on me.”

His breath hitched, a flash of something unrecognizable crossing his face. Aizen, the one who controlled everything and everyone, was being commanded—being asked to surrender in a way he never had before. He hesitated, his body betraying his hesitation as his cock twitched involuntarily.

The weight of her command sank into his skin like the touch of her crystalline shards.

Tanisha raised an eyebrow, her patience thinning. “Are you going to make me repeat myself again? You’re not in control here, Sōsuke.” Her eyes narrowed, and her voice dropped to a sultry whisper. “I am. Now, sit.”

Aizen’s jaw clenched, but he stepped forward slowly, his legs trembling slightly as he moved toward her. He felt vulnerable, stripped of his dignity, but some part of him—the part that had always been curious, always craving more—couldn’t resist.

He lowered himself slowly, his body inching toward hers, and soon, he was perched on her lap, his legs on either side of her as she smirked up at him.

“That’s better,” Tanisha said with a wicked smile, her hands moving to guide his hips. “You look beautiful like this, Sōsuke. Completely mine.”

Aizen’s breath came in shallow pants as he felt the crystalline cock pressing against his entrance, the cold, smooth surface sending a shiver through his body. He swallowed hard, his body tensing as Tanisha’s hands guided him downward, positioning him over the massive toy. His eye fluttered shut, and he let out a soft, shaky breath, his heart pounding in his chest as he tried to mentally prepare himself.

“Relax,” she cooed, her hands gripping his waist firmly. “It’ll be easier if you don’t resist.”

Aizen’s muscles tensed as he felt the crystalline cock begin to press into him, the unfamiliar sensation making him gasp sharply. His body instinctively tried to pull away, but Tanisha’s grip on his hips tightened, holding him in place.“Stay still,” she commanded, her voice hard as she pushed him down further. “You can handle this.”

Aizen’s mouth fell open in a silent gasp as the toy slowly slid into him, inch by agonizing inch. The pressure was intense, the cold surface of the crystal sending jolts of sensation through him as it filled him. He could feel every inch of it, the way it stretched him, the way it claimed him, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

Tanisha’s smirk deepened as she watched him squirm, his normally stoic expression now one of pure vulnerability. “You’re doing so well,” she murmured, her hands guiding him further down until he was fully seated on her lap, the entire length of the crystalline cock buried inside him.

Aizen’s breath hitched, a soft whimper escaping his lips as his body adjusted to the overwhelming sensation. His cock twitched against his stomach, bobbing up and down with each shallow breath, the sight of him completely at her mercy sending a surge of satisfaction through Tanisha.

“There we go,” she whispered, her voice dripping with pleasure as she gripped his waist and began to move him. “Now, let’s see how you handle this.”

With a sudden, sharp thrust, Tanisha drove the crystalline cock deeper into him, making Aizen cry out in shock. His body jerked violently, his hands flying to her shoulders for support as he gasped for air, his mind spinning from the intensity of it.

“Tanisha…!” he groaned, his voice trembling as she began to pump into him, her movements slow and deliberate, but forceful enough to make him feel every inch of the toy inside him.

His head fell forward, resting against her shoulder as his body trembled uncontrollably, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

Tanisha chuckled softly, her hands sliding up his chest as she leaned in to whisper into his ear, “You’re my possession, Sōsuke. You can’t resist me. You can’t hide from me. I own you.”

Aizen’s body convulsed as another sharp thrust sent waves of pleasure and pain coursing through him, his cock bobbing with each movement, the sensation of the crystalline toy filling him overwhelming his senses. His chest heaved, his skin slick with sweat as he cried out again, the sound muffled against her neck.

Tanisha’s hand slid down his chest, her fingers brushing against his swollen cock as she began to pump him in time with her thrusts. “Look at you,” she whispered, her voice filled with amusement as she stroked him. “So hard… so desperate. Does this feel good, Sōsuke? Do you like being fucked by me?”

Aizen’s response was a strangled moan, his body jerking as she continued to pound into him, the pressure building inside him with each thrust. His cock throbbed in her hand, twitching as she stroked him, the sensation of her hand and the toy inside him sending him spiraling toward the edge.

“Answer me,” Tanisha demanded, her hand tightening around his cock as she thrust harder into him. “Do you like this?”

“Y-Yes,” Aizen gasped, his voice barely a whisper as his body convulsed in her lap, his cock twitching uncontrollably in her hand. “Yes, Tanisha… I like it… I—ahhh—!”

Before he could finish, Tanisha thrust into him even harder, driving the crystalline cock deep into his body as she stroked him faster, her movements relentless as she pushed him closer and closer to the brink.

“You’re mine,” she whispered, her voice low and commanding as she continued to pump him. “You’ll always be mine.”

Aizen’s body jerked violently as the pleasure became too much, his head falling back as his chest heaved, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.

His cock pulsed in her hand, the sensation of her touch sending him over the edge.

With a final, broken cry, Aizen came, his cock twitching violently as he spilled himself into her hand, his body convulsing in her lap as the pleasure overwhelmed him.

His breath came in short, ragged gasps, his muscles trembling as he collapsed against her, utterly spent.

Tanisha smirked, her fingers still wrapped around his cock as she slowed her movements, allowing him to ride out the last waves of his release. “Such a good little slut,” she whispered, her voice soft and filled with satisfaction as she pulled the crystalline cock from his body, leaving him trembling and vulnerable in her arms.

“You’re mine, Sōsuke,” she murmured, her lips brushing against his ear as she held him close. “And don’t you ever forget it.”

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Hello! I truly adore your writing i'm obsessed. So may you please write an nsfw fanfiction in which darling embarrasingly talks to Andrew about a spicy dream they had about him?❤💖

Dream A Little Dream Of Me (NSFW)

Andrew Marston x Reader

You awoke with a start. Andrew’s hand in your hair stilled as you craned your head, looking up at him with big eyes. 

“Slept well on my thigh?” he asked, holding the open paperback in one hand — Agatha Christie's The Murder of Roger Ackroyd — while the other brushed strands of hair from your forehead. You looked disheveled, and he was partly to blame for that. 

Heat rose to your face, and you could no longer meet his gaze as the dream you had just had rushed back into your mind. You caught, hiding the embarrassment by laying your head on his thigh again and facing away from him. “Alright,” you mumbled. 

Andrew raised an eyebrow, looking down at you quizzically. “I thought you had a nightmare. You were making soft noises, almost like whimpers. I thought about waking you up, but” — he hesitated, feeling you press your face into his skin to hide — “what did you dream about, Darling?”

You stayed silent, squirming as your thoughts returned to what your imagination had conjured. It was embarrassing, and although you trusted Andrew and were completely comfortable around him, the thought that you had had a wet dream right beside him on the couch was mortifying. 

“You can tell me, you know. At first, I thought it was a nightmare, but then I heard you moan.”

“Stop, oh God,” you breathed, finally laying on your back to look up at him. “I didn’t mean to, it just kinda— I  guess last night fueled my creativity.”

Andrew broke into a large grin, marking the page of his murder mystery and Poirot’s adventure to give you his undivided attention. He chuckled, continuing to play with your hair as he bit his lip and looked fondly down at you. “Would you mind sharing?”

Your gaze flickered away. You clicked your tongue, fighting the urge to hide from his stare. His pupils were dilated, you noticed, and he looked stunning in the dim light of the overcast afternoon. You could have ravished him right then. The desire coiling in your abdomen, evoking an aching between your thighs made you wonder if telling him about your fantasy might not lead to a little reenactment. Maybe he would feel up to it. 

“Alright,” you said, clearing your throat and looking into his eyes. “Are you sure you want to hear it? It’s a little filthy.”

His eyes gleamed. “Oh, I’m positive.”

“Fine. We were coming home and as soon as we walked through the front door, you had me backed up against it, pinning me in place with burning kisses. I remember I could feel your desire, your hard cock straining against your dress pants already as you pinned my hands above my head and whispered — what did you say? — ‘I’ll fuck you so good you’re not going to be able to sit for a week.’

“You turned me around, pressing me against the door as you pulled down my pants and— well, fucked me against the door. It felt so good, darling, but I was terrified of the neighbors hearing. When I told you, you unfastened your tie and told me to bite down on it to muffle my moans. 

“After that, we were in the bedroom, and you were lying on your back with me straddling your hips. I was riding you, but I was panting heavily and my legs were shaking. You noticed and told me to stay still as you gripped my hips and fucked into me from below. 

“I— we never tried it before, I know, but in my mind, you looked so pretty. Your face was flushed, and some of your chest was a light shade of pink. Your lips were parted and you made so many sweet noises that sent my head reeling. I nearly finished, but then you sat up, changing positions to reach even deeper. 

“I was on my back, gripping the bed sheets as one of my ankles was on your shoulders and you took me with such a brutal pace I felt my whole body jump with every thrust. God, it felt so good, and you were so deep I don’t think I’ve ever felt this full. It was amazing.

“You were stealing my breath. I was panting so hard I felt lightheaded but you didn’t stop, even after I came twice already. You kept— you kept going as I twitched and squirmed beneath you, wrapping me in your arms as you slowed your pace, dragging your cock steadily in and out. It was such a sudden change to how rough you had been previously but that made it all the more delicious. 

“I loved it. You fucked me slow and deep, holding me tightly as I bounced with every thrust. You told me not to worry, that you would take care of me while all I could do was lie there and take it, my mind too far gone in a haze of pleasure to make sense of anything. You were making me feel so good — I mean, you always make me feel good, Andrew. This was something else though. I felt like I was drowning in pleasure, your cock so deep it nearly hurt. 

“You came with a cry of my name again, your warmth filling me up as I clenched around your still-hard cock, utterly spent. You pried my legs apart, pressing my thighs to the mattress as you said you weren’t done yet — but then I woke up.” 

You glanced at Andrew, cataloging every movement on his face. He slowly licked his lips. You raised your hand, cupping his cheek before moving your thumb across his bottom lip. He looked dazed, his eyes clouded over with lust as he stared at you, panting a little. Trailing your hand down his chest, you allowed it to rest in his lap, feeling his stiff cock under your palms. 

“I guess someone truly isn’t done yet?” you asked, palming him through his pants.

Andrew jolted, muffling a lewd moan against his fist. “How do you expect me to react when you tell me such nasty things? I— I just hope reality can live up to your fantasy.”

“You’re better than fantasy,” you said. You rose, kissing him deeply as your hands worked to unzip his pants and free his aching cock. He was already wet with precum, the front of his pants damp from his excitement. “How about we try something new, yeah? I want to ride you.”

He choked, throwing his head back in pleasure at the thought alone. “God, please,” he said, not bothering to stifle his moans as you sunk down on him. 

It was better than fantasy. 

[headincloudsmindingutter]

“When’s the honeymoon, Mrs. Lebeau?”

X-Men vol 30 (Scott & Jeans wedding) Rogue x Gambit fanfic.

She was stunning. She wore a red lace dress, it reminded him of the one she wore for what was supposed to be their first date. He wondered if she’d matched her dress to his eyes just like he’d matched his tie to her emerald ones…

The wedding was quite different to how his was with Bella Donna, as Gambit sat next to Rogue at the ceremony he wondered what marrying Rogue would be like... would she want a big wedding? No, it would probably just be the X-Men, he wondered what she would do with all those curls, what kind of dress she would wear, what she would look like walking down the isle to marry him.

Gambit watched the ladies gather for the bouquet tossing and smiled as he watched his date fly up to catch the handful of flowers, much to the dismay of Jubilee.

Scott pulled the garter off Jeans leg and flung it. Remy took a page from Rogue’s book and used his cards to distract the other men as he caught the garter with his finger.

“Now mes amis… Y’didn think I’d give anyone else a chance t’slip this on the little lady, did you?”

He approached Rogue with the garter swinging around his index finger, a smile on his face.

“Guess we’re gettin’ married next, eh chère?” He leaned in close and whispered “Shall we take dis away from prying eyes petite?” He reached out his hand, and she couldn’t refuse the invitation. She followed him to one of the chairs left outside from the ceremony and sat, trying to remain calm as Gambit lowered himself to his knees in front of her and slipped her dress up her knee without breaking eye contact.

“You know we don’t have to-” she started

“Non. It’s tradition. ‘Sides, I blew up some of my best friends for this.” He smiled at her

“That you did Cajun”

He stretched the silk garter and pulled it over her foot and ankle, then up her calf and over her knee.

“Careful with mah skin Remy, wouldn’t want you in a coma.” She half joked with a tinge of sadness

“Non, we wouldn’t want that.” He said as he pulled it into place before leaning on her chair “where’s the fun in comas?”

“Putting you in one? Is that the fun?” She teased

“Scandalous Rogue…” he grabbed her gloved hand and pulled her up “but I think dancing is more our speed, for now leastaways.” He pulled her with him and wrapped his hand around her waist while he held the other in his hand as they swayed to silence. “Y’look stunnin’. De red almost match Gambit’s eyes.” He gave her a toothy smile that she returned as she ran her fingers over his tie and back up to his shoulder.

“An’ your tie nearly matches mine.” She looked into his black and red eyes that had been studying her all night. “Green looks good on yah.”

“Oui, but Gambit don’t look nearly as stunnin as you, chère.”

“Flatterer.” She smiled

“Not flattery when it’s true, non? Gambit be a lucky man t’go to de ball with you, Rogue.” He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her gloved knuckles. “Who knows… maybe Gambit get lucky enough to marry you, eh chère?”

“Keep wishin’ Remy.” She said playfully, trying to hide the way her heart skipped a beat in her chest.

“Oh ah will mon amour. Every day.”

~fin

[screampied]

✧ ⁺˳ cw. fem! reader, unprotected, established relationship, mıssionary, praise, brēeding, petnames, mdni.

nanami who always finds himself in your sheets and between your legs after a long day at work.

“think i want a baby, ‘ken.”

and he took those six simple words personally. nanami’s giving you slow, languid strokes, rolling his hips against yours. he groans at your nails clawing all down his back. as you briefly meet his gaze, you’re met with the most kindest, fawn eyes. all you saw in them were nothing but pools of love with a sprinkle of lust. “oh,” he huskily grunts, hearing the sloshing wet stretch deep into your cunt. he’s stunned for a bit before going deep into imagination. the thought of making your cute tummy all swollen and rounded, it makes him gnaw on his lip like candy.

“my love,” he swallows thickly, a familiar lump forming into the back of his throat. nanami leans into you, his rhythm growing more and more sloppy. you’re jerking back, an ankle of yours sliding down the red lines of his back and he grunts. “c- careful now, might give you more than just one.” and he could have came right then and there—all from relishing in your beauty. he’s never laid his eyes upon anything more pretty.

your knees then get righteously shoved up to your chest. soft, browned eyes flicker at the valley between your breasts before glancing back toward your shimmery spit-slicked lips. you moan, tossing your arms over his shoulders. “i missed my girls,” he groans, stuffing his face between your chest for a moment. your breath immensely hitches at the feeling up him licking a single stripe, still deeply plummeting such inches in and out of your weeping cunt. “they missed me too,” he purrs in a raspy coo, speaking to your tits, and that’s when he latches his plump lips against your perky nipple for a short second. “m-mh.”

the air felt hot — humid, feverish even with each breeze that passes. as warm, kinetic bodies clash against each other at individual hyper strokes, he pries himself off of you. nanami’s jaw tightens so much from your soddened grip that it almost aches. “sweetheart,” he hisses, peering his eyes down to see the milky white ring already coating around his base. it’s probably been hours, hours of you prettily sprawled out for him with your legs open. docile, tawny irises lovingly gaze into you as a thumb of yours strum down his neatly ruffled undercut. “f- fuck, i want you so bad. missed my girl. missed my pussy.”

“she’s missed you too ‘ken,” you pull him into a hot kiss, tasting the mint that lingers on his breath. and as his thrusts grew more sloppy, you whine, feeling his jutting cock kiss against your most sweetest spots. your heart flutters, slithering its way around his waist in a secure lock. “fuck me kento, d- don’t stop, pleaseee.”

“never gonna stop for you, my love,” he huffs, chest heaving in and out. the more he stares at you, the more he falls in love.

through glossed eyes that shimmer with such infatuation—he’s taking in your beauty, your fervor.

nanami loves more than anything to just gawk at you, watching as your eyes droop, your neck crane, and even the way your brows crease into a furrow due to such rapturing pleasure. only he could make you feel this way—you and him both knew that. nobody knew your body like the back of their hand except nanami. your body was his personal canvas, he’s always loved to decorate it and paint it with various, chaste kisses.

to him, you were art. he’s hitting you deep, blurbs and blurbs of whimpers dragging out of your throat until it sounds like inaudible meaningless babbles. so pretty,

repeatedly, the base of his cock perfectly hits against there, leaving you with your jaw hanging open and your entire body being stuck into a limited dimwitted state. he fucks you silly every time, you whimper as a lightening pulse from his cock twitches inside of you, plugging you full.

over and over and over,

nanami blows into your mouth, and you hear a throaty chuckle before he presses yet another wet kiss against your lips. “wanna see you nice ‘n plump s-so bad. gonna give you triplets, my sweet.” and you’re just stupefied, barely a single thought was stored up into your empty, vacant brain. nanami sucks against your bottom lip, still steadily rocking his way into your sloppy cunt. you feel the juncture of his hips mercilessly thrust its way into you raw and you gasp. “right . . here?”

pleasure overtakes you so good that you barely even noticed he was talking to you. you’re too busy moaning your head off and a soft smile pierces against both sides of his lips. a few faint dimples poke against his skin before he grabs your chin. “sweetheaaaart, ‘m talkin’ to you, hey,” and once your eyes meet his mid-thrust, his heart swarms up with love and desire. “there we go. atta girl, yeah. ‘s this spot? this feel good?”

“y- yes,” you whimper, nodding eagerly. he was so big and thick, the prolongated stretch had you drooling. nanami glances at your hand. gingerly bringing it toward his lips, he kisses it, giving it a tender mwah. “kento, ‘m gonna cum a-again.”

“i know, pretty,” he groans, grabbing onto your hand. giving it a firm squeeze. you do the same, interlocking a bundle of fingers with his. his grip was gentle and warm, frantic heartbeat haphazardly picking up speed the more you get a feel of his familiar touch once more. nanami’s always slow with you,

he doesn’t wanna rush this — he hadn’t dreamt of it. already feeling you tighten around him, he invades a strip of your sensitive neck with a plethora of passionate, amorous kisses. “you always taste the same,” and you moan, sobbing cunt gripping down on him so good that it whimpers out a pitchy squelch of its own. his lolled twitching tongue licks against the edge of your shoulder blade once more and your back arches in ecstasy.

he’s never been more in love, with your body arching up backwards at his sweet, sweet hits, you were so close to becoming undone. every pivot of nanami’s hips snap you back to reality before you whine out a needy mewl, tangled digits combing through his unkempt, blond strands. “kento, fuuuuck, ‘m gonna cum.”

“together, my l-love,” his voice falters, and his adam’s apple starts to bob. each delicious thrust of his collapses into your body in such mirroring sync. the rapid, frenzied movements were in complete harmony and beads of running sweat sticks against each skin. nanami gruffly groans, preparing to get milked again, you always did it so so well. squeezing his eyes shut, both broad hands cling onto your hips as he grinds against your core. “c’mon, make a mess on me. ‘m gonna clean you up, promise. give it to me, please.”

your moans were so harmonic, each sound that left your throat coming out to be more elongated. with his cock pounding in and out, he starts to slow his pace down — seeping his teeth into your tender collarbone softly. sharp tips of your fingernails continue to paw at the beefiness of his biceps before within seconds, it happens.

with your lips forming into a lewd circular shape, you’re creaming all down his thickset of a shaft. “kentoooo,” you whine out, feeling your soaked walls clench all around him. he holds you tight, allowing you to form into a puddled mess before he shortly follows. nanami groans, tossing his head forward before a translucent ring bubbles around his heavy base. it comes out in oozing spurts, hot cum pouring into your womb raw.

“ngh, always have me bein’ such a mess for you,” he grunts, pretty arched brows curling up together. nanami sucks at the air, witnessing as your legs grow numb, gluing against his skin. “ah, ‘s gonna be a lot. hold still ‘n take it. take it like a good girl,” and he leans into you, cupping the curvature of your face. “make me proud, baby. thaaaaat’s it. eyes on me, eyes on kento.”

nanami feels a wave of drowsiness dawn over him as he stills himself inside of you. he’s panting right with you, a thumb hooks a strand of hair back toward your face. a school of butterflies flutter inside of you as he’s still dumping a sticky load of velvety thin ropes into your greedy pussy. it’s deeply spewing down alongside of your thighs as you wrap your arms around his neck. “i- i love you ‘ken.”

“i love you more,” he whispers, leaning in to pepper kisses all over your face. he hums at the tiny pout that’s displayed on your lips. you’re underneath him, succumbing into such an orgasmic state that you could barely keep your lashes open. nanami’s not moving anymore but he’s still buried balls deep. a big clammy hand ghosts over your tummy before he nips at your chin. “you’re gonna be such a pretty mommy,” and with a final kiss, you feel him slowly lifting up your leg, tossing it over his shoulder.

and as you gasp, watching him switch positions— nanami then pulls out a wedding ring, sliding it over your bare finger. “but you’d be an even prettier wife.”

[overuseduniverse]

tbh I'm scared of ever being in a relationship again bc I don't think I'd find anyone else who'd actually be okay with the amount of sh scars I have 👍

[makismei]

“stay on it,” he breathes, arms circling around you to keep you on his cock. his lips brush against your chest, lightly nipping at the skin.

“satoru, i can’t!” you whine, legs shaking as you try to get off his lap. “‘s too much, I’m gonna cum again!”

satoru doesn’t even bother pulling out when he thrusts, just grinding his dick into you while he watches you fall apart. “you like it baby, come on.”

head falling onto his shoulder, he bites back a grin as he thrusts up. your eyes are rolling back, feeling him pound into you from below. you don’t think you can take it anymore, but it’s all you want.

he isn’t wrong when he says you like it.

your hands slap his shoulders, not able to do much as he manhandles you to bounce on his dick. “satoruuu, fuck, oh my god!”

legs shaking, he manoeuvres you to lay on your back. throwing your ankles over his left shoulder, he continues to thrust into your cunt, hitting your g-spot with ease.

“give me some more, pretty.” he grins, “you’re not done until i say you are.”

you hate how he’s so good at keeping you pinned, but then again, when he uses his strength to keep you pliant, you’re practically looking up at him with hearts in your eyes.

“what a slut,” he laughs, “you like this.”

you nod furiously, “mmm, i love it!”

moving one of your ankles to his other shoulder, he leans down, smothering your face in chaste kisses.

burying his face into the crook of your neck, gojo starts slamming his hips into you. your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer.

you feel like your eyes are crossing as he forces orgasm after orgasm out of you. your legs are quivering while he continues to poke and prod everywhere you’re sensitive.

“so good for me,” he says, breath tickling your ear, “i could have you like this all day, baby.”

he feels you clench down on him and he sloppily kisses your cheek, “i feel it baby, give it to me.”

“satoruuu, ‘s too big,” you cry, “i think ‘m gonna make a mess!”

he shushes you, calming you down by cupping your face in his hands, keeping your eyes on him. his thrusts don’t slow, feeling his release. “‘s okay, don’t worry—i’m gonna cum baby, where—”

“insideee!” you whine, “need it inside!”

he cums the second he hears you and you follow, squirting all over his abdomen. he drops majority of his weight onto you, feeling his cock go limp inside your cunt. he presses a kiss to your temple, praising you softly.

when he pulls out, he props your hips up with a pillow, keeping your legs spread so he can admire the mess.

whistling lowly, he thumbs at your slit.

your legs immediately twitch, whining. “no more, please.”

he nods, laughing, “‘s okay baby, ‘m just looking.”

[lymtw]

Aftercare with Toji, where after all the roughness and manhandling is over with, he can't take his eyes off of you. All he cares about is making sure that you're not in excruciating pain, yet he hasn't been able to say a word for the past five minutes. You've pressed so many tender kisses to his face and expressed that you're okay enough times to him, but he can't seem to drop the smallest, lingering coil of guilt he feels at the sight of your scuffed up body. You look like you fought off a bear and ripped octopus tentacles off your skin—simultaneously, with all the scratches, bruises, and hickeys that littered you from your jaw to your ankles.

"Quit staring," you say, bringing your knees up and crossing your arms, your hands gripping your biceps.

"Nah- baby..." he finally says, softly, like he's quickly trying to justify the gaze he had set on you. "Come here."

Toji makes quick work of crushing this wave of insecurity that threatens your peace. He knows what you just endured was not the softest experience, and that you practically let him—a man capable of showing the aggression of a pack of wolves, devour you. Really, he did not hold back at all.

You slide down the bed and pull the covers over your body, laying your head on his chest with an arm thrown over his midsection. He pulls you close with an arm wrapped around your shoulder, and kisses the top of your head. "You know I love you, right, mama?"

"Mhm," you hum. Minutes ago you would have thought those words were a cruel joke being played on you with the way he gripped onto you like he wanted it to hurt.

"Wasn't trying to hurt your feelings by staring at you like that. Just did a lot of damage, this time, and it looks like it hurts... a lot."

"I'm fine," you repeat, for the nth time. You look up at him, briefly, sparing a smile before resting your cheek on his chest again. "A hot shower will melt it all away, I promise," you mumble.

He brushes over one of the many stains he left on the side of your neck. "My little trooper," he sighs, very much relaxed by your side. "You know i'd be proud even if you told me you were hurting." He knows it'll take more than a shower to get all these new semipermanent tattoos off your pretty skin, but for the sake of not making you feel small, again, he shuts up about it.

"I know," you assure. "I just don't wanna burden you. You're probably just as tired, if not more."

"What do you need?"

You lift your head again and look at him, confusion filling out your features. "You heard me, didn't you? I can take care of myself."

"I know that, and I don't doubt it for a second, but you're really gonna reject me?" He hisses, dramatically clutching his chest. "Damn, mama, just like that?"

"Well, no. Of course not-"

"Right. Of course not," he says, with that horrible tendency he has of cutting you off when the situation benefits you. "Gonna ask you one more time, and if you don't answer, i'm just gonna do what I want for you. What do you need?"

You had to think about it for a minute, about how you wanted him to help you. Independence shone through your thoughts. Everything he could help you with, you could also do alone. You didn't want to be needy.

"Five..." He's timing you, now. "Four..." The countdown has your brain scrambling to pick something. Anything, but you're blanking, losing second by second the already little time you were gifted. "Three... it shouldn't be this hard," he teases, a smirk on his face.

"I don't know, um."

"Two... you're gonna lose the option of telling me what to do, doll."

"No- I don't know."

"One." The countdown ends. "Alright," he groans, pulling you up with him as he sits up. "Let's go."

–

Sure enough, once the lukewarm water hit your skin, you gained a burst of energy. You made the washing of your body an amusing, yet tedious task for Toji. With all your little excitement fueled dances and laughter, what should have been a ten minute session turned into a twenty minute one.

"Doll, turn around. Let me get your back," Toji says, holding back a grin at the sight of you trying to soothe the burning sensation you feel in your nose after inhaling water.

You turn your back to him, before jovially turning to face him again. "Joking, joking," you say, when you catch his lidded eyes. You quickly turn your back to him, again, with giggles slipping past your lips.

He sighs, unable to hold back the gentle curl of his lips any longer. "What am I gonna do with you?" He lathers you from the nape of your neck to your lower back, with soap. The contrast of the white foam and the darkened stains on your skin, were enough to have him thinking about what ended just a little over half an hour ago. There wasn't a spot on you that didn't have some mark of his on it. Your shoulder blades and spine were mottled with stains of his lips, and your hips had opaque fingerprints on them.

You winced and took a step forward, away from Toji's touch, successfully pulling him out of his zoned out state. "You're scrubbing the scratches too hard," you say, turning to him while running your hands over the tender skin.

"Shit," he gently pulls you back and turns your back to him again, "sorry, princess." A few soothing kisses are pressed into the strikes, enough of them to make you forget that it even stung in the first place. He makes sure his mind stays out of the gutter, at least until he's done washing you, so that he doesn't hurt you again.

After showering, you stayed in bed while Toji went to the kitchen to make some tea for you. He did this for you after every night of intimacy, to expedite the betterment of your exhausted throat. He also knows of the calming properties that ease you into slumber. He wants nothing more than for you to sleep off the soreness your body retains.

"There you go, baby. I know you don't like it, but it'll make your throat feel better, so you have to drink the whole thing." He settles down next to you, on his side of the bed and watches you sip on the steaming hot drink.

The familiar scrunch of your nose appears at the taste that hits your taste buds, a sight that Toji has started looking forward to. "I hate the flavor just a little more every time I drink it. Oh well," you say, taking another sip, ignoring the scalding heat that embraces your tongue.

"I know. It sucks," he says, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Hopefully, next time we choose correctly and get something you'll like."

You set the mug down on the nightstand and turn to him. With warm hands, you cup his cheeks and tilt his head up slightly.

"What?" He asks, his eyes directed towards you.

Your smile evolves into a short giggle as you stare at one pinpointed spot on the side of his neck. "I got you, too. Right..." you drag a finger down his neck, gently pressing on the dark spot you left on him. "...here."

His hand tracks your touch and replaces it with his own, feeling the mark. "Damn right, you did. You got me, baby," he says through a grin. "My turn?"

You sigh, with faux irritation. "Fiiine."

"Let's see..." He cups your cheeks the way you did his. "I got this whole area here." His thumb brushes over your jawline, dragging beneath it to where the marks end. "Then there's this entire patch right here." He turns your head, exposing the reddish-purple splotches on the side of your neck to the light. His eyes trace the slope that leads to your shoulder, spotting the marks that remain visible beneath the collar of your shirt. He coordinates his touch with his sight, dragging his fingers over your delicate skin. "Right here," he says, after pulling the collar of your shirt down your shoulder, revealing more of his marks.

"Okay, okay. You win," you say fixing your shirt, covering up again.

"There's one right there," he continues, tapping the column of your neck. "Some more there," his finger glides over your left collarbone.

"Toji, I swear, if you point out one more, i'm gonna bite your finger off."

He stares at you silently, the corners of his lips twitching as you watch him, intently. After a few seconds, he slowly starts directing his finger towards a mark on your chest. Once he makes contact with your skin, he gently presses on the smear of color that marks it, still holding eye contact with you. "Here, too."

You swat his hand away from you, and huff. "Why did I even try to threaten you? You want me to bite your finger off, huh?"

"Not in the slightest. I just knew you weren't actually gonna do it, so I pushed it."

You cross your arms. "Whatever. I'm just gonna put a hoodie on so you can't look at them anymore."

"Woah, baby, put down the knife," he says, hands up in playful surrender. "No need to take drastic measures over this. Don't hide all my hard work."

"Hard work," you mutter, an incredulous scoff following.

Toji's gaze falls on your lips. "You're pouting like you wanna be kissed," he teases.

"And you're... you're being annoying," you say, covering your mouth with your hand, concealing the involuntary lift of your lips.

"Yeah, but you still want me to kiss you," he says, with a sly, knowing smirk on his face. "Look at you. Look at that blush. Even your knuckles are red, doll."

"Oh my god..." you groan with embarrassment. You use both hands to cover your entire face, now.

He chuckles, pulling you into his arms. "You're so pretty, ma. A total work of art." His hands have never gotten lost on you, but for now, in any way he holds you, he'll be able to see the trails his lips left behind.

"Stop..." you mumble, smiling softly at the sweetness poured into his words.

"You look mine, with all these marks," he says, pulling down the collar of your shirt a little, to see the blots of color that appear at the start of your spine.

"Shut up," you say, blushing furiously against his chest.

"Sounds like you still want that kiss, huh?"

"Not anymore," you say, lifting your gaze to meet his. The look in your eyes betrays every ounce of your denial. Toji can very clearly tell that you're lying.

"Those rosy cheeks are saying something else," he says, grinning. "Damn, look at those pretty lips. They're ready for me."

"If you want to kiss me, just say so," you chide, lightheartedly.

"I'm gonna kiss you so hard, doll," he says, cupping your cheeks again. "Your lips lack a little more of me."

[lovegasmic]

⋆ MONSTERFUCKING ft. Neuvillette

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 cw. f!reader, semi dragon!form Neuvillette ( tail, double tentacle-ish dicks, horns, claws, his lower body is dragon like but the upper more human ), breeding, underwater sex in Fontaine but reader has a vision so it's fine, slight very very slight predator x prey, praising.

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NAVI ⁞ EVENT MASTERLIST

being a vision welder had its perks, besides from allowing you to easily defeat possible threats to your home, the hydro vision hanging from your clothes also introduced you to one of your current favorite activities, diving in the blue waters alongside the multiple animals that lived underneath the city’s surface.

the waters were pacific, calm and without visible treats, or at least that’s what you believed, unaware of the lingering gaze of a certain someone who happened to scurry through caves and ruins only to get a glimpse of you.

perhaps your curiosity was beyond measure, perhaps the slight glimmer you found in a cave was merely a trap, but who could have placed so many silver trinkets and drinking cups in the middle of an uninhabited cave? somehow it reminded you of a nest... like some sort of creature hoarded all bright looking objects.

“Ah...” a voice echoed through the barely lit stone walls, forcing a small gasp to leave your lips, “so you have decided to grant me a private meeting with you... i must say... i am delighted” the voice continues, low and vibrant but smooth and tender all at once.

“apologies,” the voice speaks again, slightly laced with mischief, and with it, a man shows up, yet the idea of being holding similarities to a ‘man’ dies upon getting your eyes on him, “i should introduce myself first”

Neuvillette, how he introduces himself, may have the face of a human, with long white hair, two long blue horns ondulating behind his head, a bit of blue scales on his cheeks and littered across the milky skin of his chest, down, down, merging into a dragon like tail that could easily be at least two times your height and ended in a small pointy shape.

you swallow hard, both mesmerized by the creature and scared of what it might do with you, “i’m sorry for intruding” your voice is low, slightly shaky, “i will take my leave”

“oh, dearest, fear not,” he says as quickly as the words leave your mouth, swimming until his face is merely inches away from you and a clawed hand cups your face, a smirk adorning the dragon’s lips, “i do not intend to harm you” mesmerizing eyes, he has, enough to put you at ease and ignore the subtle grip on your ankle his tail has put on you, “i’m merely... curious”

“curious?”

he nods, softly tracing the tip of his pointy claw across your cheekbone, without causing any pain thankfully, but still enough to make you shiver, “that’s right, it’s been a while since I saw a human, especially one as precious as you” his gaze is warm, taking every detail of your face, but a hint of desire dance behind them.

“your face is absolutely beautiful” Neuvillette continues, “your body is driving me mad, I am certain many have courted you, am I right?”

flustered and heated is how you feel, every lingering touch of his on your skin making your breath hitch, “no... no one has...”

he tuts, cupping your nape and placing a sharped thumb on the side of your neck, “that is impossible, dear, with your beauty any man could fall to their knees” the tail that was once wrapped around your ankle starts to raise, slow and barely noticeable until it sets around your knee, “myself included”

a smile spreads through his face at your visible shiver, “now, would you allow me to... show you how beautiful you are?” Neuvillette purrs, sliding a free hand down your side until it holds your waist, bringing you closer at the soft nod from you, “that’s a good girl”

and you whine, almost immediately melting into the dragon’s touch, into the eager lips that trace across your neck, shoulders, shedding your clothes at the same time his lips seek for more, until they set on your nipples, sucking with eagerness while his hands massage your soft breasts, “divine” he groans, using his tail to squeeze your thighs, fondling on your skin, on wherever he could touch.

“i will make you mine” his words are heated, hastily pushing down your skirt and panties before a single finger pushes against your slit, rubbing up and down and catching on your clit at times, making you moan and shudder on his hold.

“Neuvillette...” you beg, holding onto his shoulders, hair, and finally horns with a satisfied groan coming from him, your body moving enticingly on his now two fingers desperately rubbing on your swollen clit, circling and teasing your slick hole with the bits of his fingertips, careful not to hurt you with the claws.

“gorgeous, so gorgeous” the dragon murmurs, licking on the skin of your collarbones while continuously testing your pretty pussy, “will you let me take you?”

you nod almost immediately, back arching and thighs trembling while gently rocking on the sides of Neuvillette’s hand in the translucent water, providing support.

“do not fear” he reassures you, yet the foreign sensation of a slick, pointy tentacle like cock against you is enough to make you yelp.

“w-what—” eyes immediately drifting down to where his hips should be, noticing how there’re two similar looking cocks poking from a slit hidden between the blue scales, “two?!”

a soft chuckle rumbles through Neuvillette’s chest, “i will do you no harm” he speaks gently, holding your thighs gently, like lifting the most precious possession in his hold, and bringing you to wrap your legs around him, “i will make you feel good”

and he was right, the tip of a cock began to push into your soaked cunt, it’s shape made the penetration easier, spreading you each time further with the thin point and thick base, all the way until you were fully impaled on his length, shuddering, moaning almost as loud as Neuvillette’s groans of pleasure, all while the other cock messily rubbed on your ass, and even underwater, you could feel the creamy, thick composition of precum smeared on your skin.

“ah, yes... so warm and perfect” the dragon roars, eyes closed in bliss while rocking your hips down against him, grinding your puffy clit on his toned abdomen and ripping a whine out of your lips at the multiple sensations.

and he waits no time, harmlessly digging his claws on your ass, using his hands to guide you up and down his cock rhythmically, turning into desperate and lust driven thrusts that knock the air out of your lungs, the water swirling, echoing the lewd sound of skin slapping in the cave, which only makes your toes curl and cunt clamp down his length.

“N-neuvillette..., so... deep!” you squeal, holding onto his horns and waist as if your life depended on it.

he groans in return, moving frenzied now, “perfect, my love, grant me access to your fertile womb so I can fill you with my seed” and his words, so unfiltered and raw cause you to shudder, a soft overwhelmed sniffle coming out like the immense amounts of slick Neuvillette fucks out of you.

“are you going to cum, my love? I can feel you clenching around me, it feels incredible, I wish to continue making you mine all day, every single day for the rest of your life” he mumbles against your neck, cuddling you into his arms, while forcefully penetrating you with his hands now under your thighs, keeping you spread and reaching impossibly deeper into your needy hole.

an answer isn’t needed by the way you wail and shiver, pussy fluttering around the dragon’s cock, nipples aching and rubbing on his chest and the occasional smack of your clit on his skin is enough to send you over the edge, screaming out his name merely seconds before he does the same, nails digging on your skin while he fills your creamy pussy with multiple ropes of his pearly white cum, enough to seep out of your messy insides.

“you’ve done perfect, my dearest, I shall wait for the next time you grant me another moment to enjoy your delicious body”

[hoshigray]

just gojo smut

. and hesss a bullyyy

another part of this scenario...

၇͜ᩘ𑁍 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Gojo x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern au! you and Gojo are college juniors - fingering (f! receiving) - clitoral play - squirting - multiple orgasms - pet names (angel, crybaby, pretty girl) - mention of tears and drool.

Sitting here, thinking about bully! Gojo and…how playfully mean he can be to your body…

“Ahhh!! Sa–toru…p-please go slow…!”

“Ehhh, but I thought ya liked it when my fingers go fast, angel.”

Just picturing you pressed up against him with your legs spread and your wrists restricted to your chest by a hand, your back to his chest to maintain inessential closeness. The other is in between the personal zone of your lower regions, his digits playing with you to the point of your thighs quaking with every touch and proximity of him.

Because there’s no such thing as “personal” when having you like this.

You throw your head to his shoulder as his slender fingers venture deeper into you, your legs threatening to close but are held open by his feet, spreading your ankles. “Gaaaahh, ohhGo—Mmmm!”

The white-haired man behind you comes to your ear to whisper. “Hnnnm, fuck, that feels nice,” he curls the digits to brush your walls, your figure jolting to the contact. “All wet and tight like I like it.”

“—Mmfff, Satoru, please, I can’t—“ you bite down on your lip with another rub to your texture, his slender fingers going more extensive than you could ever on your own. “S-Stop..! I’m t’ sore…”

“Oh? You’re swore?” He mocks childishly. “But you promised you can handle this much.”

Bullshit! More like pulling you aside and choosing to finger you to heal his boredom. Aren’t you two supposed to be working on a project together? “I caannn’t; I came—shit—like t-twice already…!”

“Aww, don’t be such a spoilsport,” he snickers as he increases the pace of his fingers. Your back arches at the frequent touches on your vaginal borders, yet Gojo is right there to keep you still. “C’mon, pretty girl, you know I want to see you do that first before I stop.”

You shake your head hurriedly, your eyes finding his. “I really can’t do iit! I m-might…break!”

His side profile harbors one of his azure eyes that glimpses at you, and a smirk pulls up. “Fine, then I’ll make you.”

Words that have your stomach drop to the bed, your mouth open to protest, yet it is stopped by the cadence of his hand going irregularly fast. You swore your vision had gone blank for a split second as Gojo’s middle and ring fingers pushed and pulled your innards with spasmodic bursts. Your conscience forces the body to retaliate—to retreat from this tall man’s grasp. But it’s futile, of course; his titter close to your eardrums melts your face into a deeper pool of embarrassment. 

Oh my God! Your mind is all you have to curse, your lips betraying your words as the only thing they can release is humiliating babbles. Gojo pushes his hand deep to the point that the blunt of his fingertips makes your toes curl and your vagina clamp onto them. No, no—I can feel it!

“C’mon, ya big crybaby,” he whispers again, a shiver crawling up your nape. “Let it out already.”

The words of his voice mixed with the frequent digs of your chasm swirl and pound your head. Your eyes find the top of your skull as your trembling legs succumb and your glads expel a clear liquid that exerts with every quake of your thighs. 

A mischievous grin twinges on Gojo’s face, removing his fingers out of your spasming cunt and swiping your vulva to have you squirting everywhere, plastering on the skin of your legs and tummy and his jean-clad thighs. You cry out during it all, nearly choking on drool as his fingers frequently and roughly glide on your clit, tears watering your eyes and beacon to fall. 

“Yeah, that’s it!” He cheers, smearing your substance around your bare lower regions as if the mess you made doesn’t extend to the sheets of his bed. “There you go, angel, keep making a mess for me.”

His thumb teases your clitoris some more on your clitoris as he pushes his middle finger back inside your swollen slit. “—Dahaah!! Yo–You said you’d stop if I…Mmmph!”

The light from the ceiling shines on his rounded shades. “I lied~.” 

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[buckyalpine]

18+ Minors dni. I'm currently obsessed with the thought of Bucky making his pretty girl take it. I'm talking him keeping you caged under him with your legs wrapped around his waist while his arm are wrapped tightly around your body. This type of energy comes out when he's pissed. Stressed. Jealous. He's going to remind you exactly who you belong to and my favourite thing about this is imagine you didn't even know what happened. Maybe he overheard some agents talking about how irresistible you are. So cute and pretty and they'd give anything to-

Nope. The thought alone of anytone touching what's his has him storming off, hauling you over to mark you in the most primal way possible. Remind everyone who you belong to. He plucks you up from whatever you're doing and carries you over his shoulder like a beast; you're naked on his bed seconds later. He plows into you, hips slamming his cock into your very soaked cunt, unapologetically fucking you with the deepest moans. He sounds so feral. He is feral.

"Feels-so-good, such a good girl, letting me put my big dick in you"

Those grunts and groans he lets out show just how selfish he's being because he's focused on how fucking good you're making his dick feel. You're so soft but you make his cock so hard. You're such an angel for him, spreading your legs for him the second he set you down. He'd been torn between wanting to ravish you immediately or taking a second to throw his clothes off. He decides he needs you to fucking smell like him when this is all over, have every bit of his scent covering your skin. He wants to feel every bit of you all over him.

No one else would ever get to have you like this. Feel your naked breasts on their chest. Feel your soft tummy press against theirs. Feel the plushness of your thighs squeezing their waist. Feel your silky walls squeeze and milk their cocks till they're all soft and sensitive.

They'd hear you though.

They'd hear every moan and Bucky would make sure of that.

"Whose cock is making you scream baby, tell me" He growls, your combined arousal making a mess on the bed.

"Y-OURS-" You hiccup, choking back a sob as he snakes his had to wrap around your throat. Damn right. His fucking cock. His dick in your pussy. Not the stupid little boys who think they have a chance to even breathe the same air. His pretty, pink, fat fucking cock destroying you to his heart's content, stretching you open as much as he wants. "J-JAMES"

"That's right, say my name baby, say the name of your man who fucks you this good, let everyone hear" He's already turned off all the sound proofing and maybe he left his door a crack open. Maybe.

"Jaamesss" You sound so gone, cockdrunk over the way the spongy head of his dick kisses that sensitive spot that makes you squirt cream with each of his thrusts. "Don't st-stop, please-fuck-me-Jamie" Your voices slurs and turns into a whine as your eyes roll back. For such a sweet princess, you sound like an absolute slut when he's inside you and he wouldn't have it any other way.

"Mhphhm, sound so pretty, gonna make me blow, let me empty my balls in you" He starts to fuck you faster causing the headboard to shake, the whole bed creaking with his movements. "M'gonna cum angel-oh shittt-"

He nearly whimpers when he feels your doe eyes looking up at him with your ankles locked around his waist; he knows exactly what that means.

"You want it inside you huh, want my cum in you baby, s'that it?"

"Want-it-please, can't hold it" you cling onto him tighter and Bucky can't last any longer.

"Cum with me, together, c'mon angel, cum with me, yes, fuck yes, can feel you-fuck-" He begs, needing those little boys who spoke about you to hear exactly what they're missing out on, "OH GOD, FUCKKK" He doesn't hold back as he gives into his orgasm, your name dripping of his lips while you sob and squeal.

I want him to give you the softest aftercare. Tell you what a good girl you were for him. How much he loves and adores you, how special you are to him.

I want him to have the most smug expression on his face when he goes back down. He's such a little shit. He passes by a cackling Tony and a wheezing Sam. Not one agent dares look him in the eye. Steve may be blushing but he'll give credit where credit is due. His best friend sent a very clear message. Bucky is a possessive, loving, horny little shit and I need it.

Need it now.

[rafecameroninterlude]

Omg, idea! It can be with Pouge!Sweetheart and Rafe are having sex, and he is choking her (she likes it) but this time she is about to pass out and Rafe is too primal/into the sex to understand that she is trying to tap out and does not hear her. She passes out mid sex, going limp and Rafe absolutely panics trying to wake her up. A bit of a soft Rafe who then is overly attentive feeling so bad.

warnings: unprotected sex, rough sex, asphyxiation, choking, slight praise, dirty talk, loss of consciousness

a/n: poor pogue!sweetheart!reader omg. she’s been punched in the face on accident and now this?? I’m begging y’all to give her a break!

“rafe!” you practically screamed, your hands wrapping around the wrist he had at the column of your throat. while rafe had never been this rough before, he was hesitant as you begged him not to go soft on you. now you found yourself nothing but a whimpering mess, heavy tears rolling down your cheeks as he had you pinned to your bed by the back of your knees. “this is what you wanted? ‘wanted me to choke you while i use this pussy?” you took your bottom lip between your teeth, your head pounding as your vision grew fuzzy.

nodding weakly, rafe’s grip on your neck tightened, his head falling as your velvety walls squeezed around him in a way that made him lose his mind. “so fucking wet, all for me..” he pressed a kiss to your ankle, rolling his hips to meet your clit with each thrust. before you could decipher what was happening, you mumbled a ‘too much’, tapping on his hand as he groaned, leaning down to bury his head in the valley of your breasts. you gasped before black spots began dotting your vision, your eyes fluttering closed as you lost consciousness.

“fuck, these tits are so fucking perfect.” he took a sensitive bud in his mouth, his gaze flickering at your face only to see your head lolled to the side, your lips glossy and swollen. “baby?” it was just then that he realized your entire body was limp, his thrusts slowing down. “y/n?” he grabbed your face, tapping your cheek lightly. panic set in at your lack of response, his eyes widening as he removed his hand from your neck. “oh, fuck!” he pulled out, rushing to pull his boxers on before he scooped you up in his arms.

he continued to lightly slap your cheek, blowing air on your face as he shook you. “come on, baby, you gotta wake up..” his heart was pounding out of his chest as you didn’t budge, his eyebrows drawing together as he got up, running to the small kitchen where he got a damp towel. dabbing your face with the cool cloth, he shook with every second you didn’t stir awake. “fuck!” he whispered, swallowing thickly as regret settled in the pit of his stomach. he knew he shouldn’t have done that much.

rafe kept up his ministrations for a few more minutes before he shook his head, his fists meeting his cheeks before he dialed 911. “911 what’s your emergency?” rafe let out a shaky breath, muttering a ‘uh, m-me and my girlfriend were-’ right before you opened your eyes, blinking up at the ceiling as you moaned. “ray?” you were more confused than anything, your boyfriend hanging up on the operator before he ran to your side. “oh my god.” he sighed, moving your hair off of your shoulder as he covered you with your duvet.

“i was tapping out..” your eyes sparkled up at rafe. he was on the verge of tears, shaking his head as he embraced you. “i didn’t hear you, baby. i’m so fucking sorry.” he pecked your lips, stroking your face as you ran a hand up and down his arm to soothe him. “i don’t know what happened, i was just really into it, i didn’t realize how hard i was squeezing you. i’m so sorry.” he apologized again. coughing softly, you sat up, pulling him onto the bed so he could hold you. “just hold me.” you kissed his cheek, both of you falling asleep shortly after.

the next day, rafe made it his life’s mission to make everything up to you. surprising you with your favorite breakfast, bathing you and putting you in some comfortable clothes, massaging your feet, eating you out until you cried, ordering your carts on all your shopping apps, and showering you with kisses until the sun went down.

[witchwyfe]

karma is my boyfriend - rc

pairing - (non-canon) Rafe Cameron x female reader

précis - a lil princess treatment from rafe :)

content/warnings - mentions of alcohol/alcohol consumption, fluff,

word count - 673

"Rafe, Rafe!?" You're spinning around, looking for your boyfriend until suddenly you whirl around and bump into a broad chest.

"Hey!" You gasp, until you look up and see his face. "Oh! Hi baby!" You coo, reaching up to cup his cheeks. 

"Hi sweet girl." He smiles, running his thumb along your cheekbone. 

You greet him happily, leaning in to his touch. "Did you get my drink?" You wonder, suddenly remembering why he left you in the first place.

"Hmm, sure did." He nods, handing you an ice water rather than the vodka redbull you'd requested.

You don't seem to notice though, slipping the paper straw into your mouth and slurping it down happily.

"We gonna dance s'more?" You wonder, straw between your lips.

"We can't, baby," He says, smoothing a hand down the back of your head. "They're closing."

"Nooo!" You groan, throwing your head back.

"I know, I know," He soothes. "But we can go home and get some snacks and watch a show...?" He offers.

"Okay!" You're smiling once again, digging your fingers into his tee shirt.

"Finish your drink and we'll go home, kay?" 

You nod, bypassing the straw and tipping the rest of the water into your mouth, before handing your empty glass to Rafe.

You're not even that drunk, really just a little past tipsy but you're fine with letting Rafe handle everything and take care of you.

Suddenly his jacket is being draped over your shoulders, coupled with a soft kiss to the top of your head. 

"Thank you." You simper. You slide your arms into the sleeves and blink up at your boyfriend.

"Ready?"

"Ready."

You lead him out of the bar, arms shoved into the pockets of his jacket, while he has your little purse slung over his shoulder, your phone, his phone, and the keys all in one hand.

"How much farther?" You ask a few moments later, looking back at him.

"Not too much," He frowns looking out at the street. When the two of you arrived at the club, hours before, he'd had to park his car somewhat far due to the lack of space. "Your feet hurting, baby?"

You shrug a shoulder. "Yeah." You nod. "But it's just till the car then I'll take my shoes off."

"C'mere," He says, shoving both of your phones into his pocket.

"What?" You wonder, turning to give him a coy smile.

Your sweet boyfriend kneels down on the dirty sidewalk, taking your ankle into his hands so he can unbuckle your heel. You're flustered beyond words, heat rising on your cheeks while Rafe's rough palm softly works your foot out of your strappy shoe. 

"Stand on my foot babe, so I can take your other shoe off." He says, running his hand up your calf. 

Once both of your heels are dangling from his hand, he scoops you into his arms, bridal style.

"Are you sure, Rafe?" You wonder softly. "I feel bad, you don't--"

"You have nothing to feel bad about." He assures, lips at your temple. "Just let me take you to the car, okay gorgeous?"

"Okay." You hum happily, relaxing in his hold.

Your arms are sling around your neck and you have easy access to his neck if you strain a little--and you do--at least five times on the way to the car, so you can kiss his neck.

He pretends like he's not flustered by it, but you can see the rosy glow of his cheeks from the street lamps, the harsh light making him appear ethereal and you have to shut your eyes for a second to remember he's real.

You’re still in a fond trance when he uses one hand to open the car door and gently deposit you into the passenger seat. He buckles your seatbelt and tugs on it, before pressing a kiss to your temple. 

“Love you,” You croon, leaning back against the seat to look at him. 

“Love you so much more.” He promises. “C’mere angel, gimme a kiss.”

© witchwyfe 2024. absolutely no reposting, translating, or modifying, even with credit.

[fuckmysuguru]

JJK MEN + SEX POSITIONS.

18+, smut, sex positions ofc, dirty talk, impact play.

It's been... a while lol. I dunno what made me do this, but I'm sure someone has done it before. Anyway this is my take on it, have fun.

SATORU GOJO + LAZY DOG; He loves to touch, nothing new. With his hand on your lower back and the other one holding your hip, Satoru leans down to leave a trail of kisses at the nape of your neck. This is one of his favorites because he can see everything, and it won't make you as tired as regular doggy. "Love to watch this pretty ass bounce back," He says, spreading your cheeks and watching his cock slide in and out, almost as if he is hypnotized. If he is feeling particularly mean, he will push your head further into the bed. He can push his hips all the way in, he can slap your ass until it burns, and you beg for him to stop— he won't— and he can either cum inside you and watch it drip, or cum all over your back only to smear it with his fingers like the nasty dog he is.

SUGURU GETO + FACE TO FACE; Wrapping your leg around his hip, Suguru groans into your neck, holding you close, feeling your breasts against his chest. He loves how close you feel, how he can kiss you if he wants to, to enjoy that feeling of his tongue sliding against you as his cock stretches you perfectly. Suguru adores to see every little expression, from the way you furrow your brows every time the tip of his fat cock nudges against that sweet spot, to the way your eyes roll back when he sneaks a hand between your sweaty bodies to circle your clit. "Look at me when you cum, angel," He whispers. Bonus points if he stays inside you after, falling asleep with his arms around you.

NANAMI KENTO + MISSIONARY; You can laugh, but you will cry the second he slides in. Nanami lifts your legs, draping them over his shoulders and kissing your ankles as he drives into you, holding your jaw to keep your eyes on him. "Can you feel me, sugar?" He asks, letting go of your face to lay his large palm flat on your lower stomach. "Can you feel me moving inside you?" Oh, yes, yes you can. On a rough day— well, he loves to see how much he can push your legs closer to your chest, fold you in half as he fucks you into oblivion. His eyes will see everything, admire how your breasts bounce and how your back arches, how you grip his forearms and how you scream his name as you cum around his cock.

CHOSO + 69; Poor little angel, if he could live with his head between your thighs, you know he would. Choso moans like a bitch in heat when he eats you, and this position is no exception. He laps at your slick, using his thumb to rub your clit— just like you taught him— and desperately buckles his hips as you take him into your mouth. He wants the best of both worlds but it feels so good his head just becomes a blabbering mess. He is a messy eater, he leaves your thighs sticky with his spit and your slick, and don't get me started on how he will beg to cum on your face. You know you are in for a long ride when he gives you those puppy eyes and says: "Can you sit on my face, please?"

TOJI FUSHIGURO + DOGGY; You saw that coming, I know. He is rough, that's common knowledge. Toji grips your hips and drags you back into his big, fat cock as if he had something against you. He slaps your ass and thighs, even your back if he feels like it. He yanks your hair and says the most foul things. "If you could look at yourself— such a slut for my dick," Which... might be true. He doesn't stop until your pussy is overstimulated and filled with his cum, until your hands give up and he has to hook an arm under your stomach to pull you back up, obviously giving you a hard slap so you remember where you are and what you should be doing. One thing is for sure, he will cum inside every single time.

SUKUNA + COWGIRL; He is a greedy bitch. He wants you to do all the work until you can't no more and he will complain nonstop. He is also the type to slap your ass and thighs, even your face if you stop bouncing on his dick. "Come on, you can do more than that," He laughs, rolling his eyes and leaning down to suck on your nipples. His teeth graze the swollen nub, and he bites down, watching you squirm and feeling your pussy squeeze his cock. "Such a lazy slut, you wanted it so bad, and now you are disappointing me," It comes to a point where he knows it's his turn. He bends his knees and holds your hips, lifting them and fucking you so hard, all you can do is moan and choke on your own words. "Now I have to do all the fucking job, but what's new?"

𓆩⟡𓆪 English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistakes.

[dilfcho]

princess treatment + crybaby!reader w/ toji!

“sit.”

you sniffle, tears staining your cheeks. you rub your face roughly, no longer worried about the state of your makeup now that you’re in the privacy of your own home. toji had already wiped your face the second he saw your red eyes and puffy cheeks, thumbs pulling at the skin beneath your eyes.

when you dramatically plop down on the couch, your dear boyfriend kneels before you, knees placed on either side of your foot. callused hands run down the length of your calf and halt when they reach your ankle. he gently threads the strap of your heel through the buckle, undoing the tight hold it had on your foot. you sigh at the relief, stretching your muscles when he slides the shoe off.

“better?”

you nod, his eyes meeting your tired ones. the scar across his mouth moves with his lips when he frowns at the sight of the eyes you rubbed raw.

he does the same with your other foot, freeing you from the uncomfortable heels you stupidly chose this morning. though, toji doesn’t let you scold yourself, massaging your muscles slow and soft to distract you.

his fingers soon press into the ball of your foot, rubbing the pain away. he slides up, digging just enough into your calf. his broad shoulders are accentuated by the dim light. getting to see him from above only makes him look bigger.

before you know it, his lips are pressed to your knee, placing a quick kiss to it. “need to stop wearing those,” he tells you in dangerously low tone, “as much as i love being on my knees for you, i don’t want it to be because you’re in pain.”

still caught up in his touch and the horrific day you had, you nod silently once again. you can’t muster up the words to agree with him. you wish your tears weren’t blurring your vision so badly so you could see the way his arms flex when he massages you.

another peck, this time on your thigh. he places your feet on his thighs, holding your ankles together.

“too pretty to be crying like this, mama.”

embarrassed, you free one of your ankles to lightly push on his abdomen. “you’re so corny,” you manage to choke out. he’s surprised your voice isn’t more raspy from the sobbing.

“that’s the first thing you say to me?”

he chuckles, placing your legs back on the floor next to him. leaning back on his feet, he stands to his full stature. your teary eyes never leave him, instead tilting your head back to keep the contact as he towers over you.

“let’s sleep, you need it. i’ll carry you.” it’s not a offer. instead, an order. he scoops you up, thick arms sliding under your legs and beneath your shoulders. with ease, he straightens his back and walks you to the bedroom. your arms tighten around his neck, holding yourself close to his chest. he doesn’t really care what makeup you get on his shirt, he just happy he doesn’t have to look at the unbearably sad expression you’ve worn since you got home. he can’t stand to see you like that. if staining his clothes will dry the tears that make his chest tighten, so be it.

“i love you, toji. thank you.” you mumble into his chest. he somehow holds you tighter than before.

“i love you too, sweet girl.”

-

mlist

[imaginedisish]

Savior Complex (Logan Howlett x fem!Reader)

A/N: Hey guys! Here is the request I said I'd write. I hope it's what the anon wanted. It's quite long...and maybe a little different than my other Logan works...so I hope you guys enjoy. Inspired (obviously), by "Savior Complex" by Phoebe Bridgers.

Summary: You are willing to give up everything, including your own life, to save your found family. Logan, however, is not willing to let you do that. And he finally shows you why.

Warnings: SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI!!! Unprotected PIV (wrap it up), Oral (f!receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, friends to lovers, hurt to comfort, mutant!reader, omega!mutant!reader, fem!reader/afab!reader, allusions to death, canon typical violence, cursing, likely some grammatical errors, and I think that's it.

Word Count: 4,549 eeeeeesssshhhh

“Stay down!” Logan yells, his body hunched over yours, shielding you against the trunk of a thick tree. 

You try to push him away. “We need to move!” You protest, shoving at him to no avail. He’s more solid than the tree at your back, firm, unwavering. Bullets fly overhead, swishing through the air. You listen to the sounds of triggers clicking and guns cracking. “I need to get out there!”

Logan presses himself further into you, his chest flush with yours. “You are not going anywhere,” he spits, his eyes trained on you. He’s studying every shift in your expression, every twitch in your shoulders and every flinch you make at the firing of a gun in the distance. 

“Logan,” you say, trying to stand up straight, to force yourself from his hold. You raise your voice. “I’m going out there, and you are not stopping me.” You brace your hands at your sides, ready to use your powers if necessary. “Now is not the time to be the overbearing, protective friend, okay?”

Logan refuses to let up, unleashing his claws and digging them into the tree on either side of your body, caging you in, trapping you in place. “Well, isn’t that just too bad?” He mutters cockily, that shit-eating grin spread across his face. “Because I’m not going anywhere, princess.” 

You swallow, flexing your palms, stretching your fingers down to the ground. “I’ll give you one second to reconsider that decision.” 

He laughs, too self-assured for his own good. “And what are you gonna do—”

“Sorry, bub,” you chide, sarcasm heavy in your voice as you interrupt him. “But your second is up.” You shut your eyes, reaching towards the ground. Thin, black shadows—spirits—slip up through the blades of grass, nipping at Logan’s legs, wrapping around his ankles tightly. 

He looks down as the shadows pull him away from the tree, his claws slipping from the bark with little to no resistance. More shadows emerge, twirling around his wrists and yanking them down to his sides. 

“No!” He protests, thrashing as you step away from him. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He cries out, trying his best to break free from the tight hold of the shadows. 

“Using my powers,” you say nonchalantly, putting some distance between you and Logan as you step backward. You smile. “Spirit weaving. Started calling it that the other day, actually!” You’re gloating off now, showing off, manipulating the spirits to tighten around him. 

You can see the irritation on his face—the fury written across his furrowed brow. “Oh! How cool!” He is far beyond sardonic—his voice a mocking jeer. “Now let me fucking go!”

You purse your lips, pretending to consider the thought as you backpedal through the surrounding trees. “Yeah…” you trail off. “I don’t think so. Think I gotta get a head start first.” 

And then you make a break for it, sprinting through the trees, cracking the branches scattered along the forest floor. You can see the mansion in the distance, the government agents rounding up the children. The sight sets off something deep inside you. You can feel the anger in your heart, squeezing tightly, dread filling your stomach. You’ve let go of your hold on Logan, your focus now on something far more important. 

You have to save the school. Your friends. Your family. You’re not an Omega-level mutant for nothing, after all. 

You take a step closer to the school, grass dying underneath your feet as your boots tread along the ground—the bright green blades turn brown as you give in to your anger. Somewhere in the distance, a familiar voice calls your name, but it’s too late for that—too late to stop you now. Your eyes flicker closed and open again, changing colors as your powers take control: your left eye white and your right black—representing life and death.

My dear, Charles is suddenly your head. You must restrain yourself. You must back down. 

“No,” you call out, your voice multi-dimensional, bassy and high, light and heavy. “It is time they learn we are not to be taken advantage of.” 

It is too dangerous, my child, his voice bounces around your mind. Charles works hard to convince you, showing you visions of your death, of the potential consequences of your actions. This is not you. This is your anger. 

“I know what I’m doing,” you protest, your voice echoing across the field. 

The agents watch as you stalk across the lawn, spirits following closely at your ankles like a thick, massive cloud of black smoke. 

Your name rings out from behind you. You can feel the tug of the familiar voice, the desire to turn around and see that face, to hear him call your name again. But you stifle the feelings down, struggling to ignore the way your heart begs to see him—Logan. You can feel yourself caught in the middle, split in two. 

A tear slips down your cheek as you walk forward, closer to the agents. Their guns point at you—hundreds of fingers on triggers, aiming carefully with squinting eyes. You can see they’re no longer paying attention to the children. You’ve given the students their chance—their way out. You can see it in their faces; they know. They’re just waiting for your signal. 

Spirits cloud your fists, climbing into your palms, eager for a fight. You bend your knees, digging your heels into the ground. The grass between you and the government agents has long since died. You can feel the tension, feel the spirits rumbling in the air and in your hands. 

“You wanted a fight…” You pause, your voice a crack of thunder. “I’ll give you a fucking fight.” The spirits whisper in your ears, their hums filling the air. They aren’t dead; they’re drumming, living things. It’s time. Oh yes, it’s time. Go! 

“Now run!” You scream to the children, unleashing the spirits across the lawn. You sprint across the field, black shadows knocking the agents over and throwing them away. You guide the spirits with your mind, directing them with the flick of your wrist and the point of your finger. 

You’re bloodthirsty, searching for the mission’s organizer, hunting tirelessly for their leader. The spirits know what you want—what you need—and swarm around a man at the back of the lawn—the man following the children. 

The spirits pick you up by your knees and your shoulders, lifting you into the air and towards the man. You fall to the ground right behind him. 

You smirk hatefully, extending your fingers toward his ankles. Shadows surge him, threading around his legs, twisting up his stomach, and wrapping tightly around his throat. 

“W-who the fuck are you?” The agent chokes out. 

You cock your head to the side, grinning widely. The spirits goad you along. Tap his little head. You know you want to. Take his life. Go on. Take it. One tap to his temple—that’s all it would take—and his life would be yours. It’s something you’ve never done before, something you’ve been able to resist in the past. But this time, you can’t help it. 

“Who am I?” You repeat condescendingly, laughing manically. You lift your hand, inching closer to his forehead. “I,” you pause, your fingertips brushing against his skin. “Am death.” Your white eye flickers out, turning pitch black. 

This is what the Professor had always been afraid of. 

“Don’t!” There’s that voice again, tugging at your heart. “Please, don’t.” 

You keep your hold on the agent as you turn around. Logan. He’s in front of you now, approaching you slowly. Behind him, spirits wreck the other government agents, sweeping them up, throwing them away, holding them down. The other X-Men fight off the few remaining agents easily. 

“I am going to finish this,” you say, struggling to hold on to your powers. Your hatred and anger fade at the sight of Logan—wearing the uniform he said he never would, his hair a disheveled mess, his hand slowly extending out to you. 

He shakes his head, his throat bobbing as he swallows. “It’s already over,” he says firmly, taking your hand. You turn around and see that the government agent is passed out on the ground, likely from the pressure of the spirits choking his throat. 

“If you hold on any longer, you’re gonna hurt yourself, princess.” Your eyes flicker at the nickname, your grip loosening on your powers. You can feel yourself slipping, fading away. 

“H-have to f-finish the job,” you stutter, fighting against that tear in your heart. 

Logan pulls you towards him, his thumb brushing soft circles to the top of your hand. “Think you already did, sweetheart.”

“N-no, she didn’t,” you hear a voice mutter from behind you. BANG! A gun cracks, and there’s suddenly a stinging sensation in your side. You turn, and the government agent is freed from your hold, his gun aimed at your head now. 

“NO!” Logan shouts, but you ignore him, your powers flooding back to you. The spirits swarm the agent again, winding up his body and holding him in place. The shadows trail up your body too, coming to where the bullet hit your side and pulling the metal shell out. 

You fight through the pain, pressing your pointer and middle fingers to the temple of the agent’s head. “This might hurt a bit,” you mumble, taking a deep breath and stealing his life force. “Just taking retribution.” His veins darken as your wound closes, taking only enough of the man’s life to heal yourself. 

You sigh with relief as the wound becomes nothing. You lift your fingers from the agent’s head, and he slumps down to the ground. He’s truly incapacitated now, passed out cold.

You turn around, and Logan is still standing there. He approaches you again. You suddenly feel overwhelmed and woozy. It was too much, you realize. 

Your eyes flicker again—black, white, normal, shifting quickly, shakily, like power going out in a thunderstorm. “L-Logan,” you stammer, hunching over, your hands on your thighs. He crouches down, letting you lean into him. 

“Hey,” he whispers reassuringly—but you can hear the secret panic in his voice. “I’ve got you.” 

The others call your name in the distance. 

“I did it,” you whisper. 

The spirits disappear from the field, slipping back under the ground. 

Logan’s eyes are glossed over. “Yeah, you did sweetheart.” You fall fully into Logan, his arms wrapping around you, a single tear slipping down his cheek. 

And then everything goes black. 

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“Still in here, Logan?” It’s Charles.

“Yeah,” Logan’s voice is raspy, tired. And it’s close, like you could reach out and strum the sound waves. “Are the kids okay?”

“They’re all safe and accounted for,” Charles says. “And Hank is handling the government side of things. It was an unsanctioned attack.” Silence settles over the room, the pause strained and tense. “She’s going to be okay. You should get some rest.”

“I’m staying.” 

“Logan—”

“I said I’m staying.” And then the door shuts. 

Your eyes slowly open, and you realize you’re back in the mansion—in your room, your bed. Logan notices immediately, standing from the chair next to your bed and rushing to your side. 

“Hey,” he soothes, his hand reaching out, gently cupping your cheek. You lean into his touch involuntarily. It’s an instinct—something you simply have to do. “You’re awake.”

“No visit to the lab for me, huh?” You joke, sitting up a bit as your memories flood back to you. You’re surprised that you don’t feel any injuries or soreness. 

Logan swallows nervously. “You were…” he trails off, his eyes searching yours. “Earlier. All day, actually.” His thumb brushes against your cheek. “Everyone was worried about you.” 

You shake your head, smiling softly. “I’m alright. I don’t feel a thing.” 

But Logan isn’t swayed. You can see the fear in his eyes, the stress in his shoulders. “You should’ve let me hold you back.” He’s serious, his voice firm and steady. “You could’ve gotten hurt…” He struggles to get the words out, his eyes grazing up and down your body. “You could’ve died.”

“Logan,” you mumble, sitting up. “I did what I did because I had to,” you pause, your heart squeezing at the look on his face. “I’d give my life for this family. I would—”

“You’re not giving your life for anything; do you hear me?” He cuts you off, furrowing his brows, his other hand cupping your cheek now, too. 

You close your eyes at the feeling of his touch, the warmth of his palms. “I would give my life to save you.” The words slip freely from your lips. You’re so sure of that fact, so impossibly certain. 

He pulls you closer to him, his hands sliding from your face to the nape of your neck. “I won’t let that happen.” 

“Logan I will always—”

But he cuts off your protests. “Enough of your fucking savior complex.” His voice is shaky now. He pulls you into his chest, and you let him. His arms slip down your back, pressing you tightly to him. His lips are at the shell of your ear. “I am not losing you.” 

The vulnerability of his words shocks you, your breath catching in your throat. “You won’t,” you promise, burying your face into the center of his chest. 

“I almost did,” he chokes out, pressing a chaste kiss to the crown of your head. His words kill you, your heart aching at the sadness in his voice. 

You lift your head from his chest, looking up at him as he looks down at you. He’s massive, towering over you. You can smell him on your clothes, on your skin—tobacco and pine and musk. There’s a shift in his expression, in the tension in the room. His chest heaves under his beater. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” you promise, your hands sliding up his stomach, trailing over his abs. He relaxes into your touch, the stress leaving his shoulders. He leans over you, his forehead pressing to yours. The contact and the closeness are dizzying, your mind hazy as Logan’s fingertips ghost the sides of your waist.  

He swallows harshly as his lips brush against yours—a whisper of a kiss. “Wouldn’t even give you the chance,” he mumbles. You can feel the charge in the air, the anticipation. There’s a look on his face, and you recognize it immediately. You feel it too. 

Longing. Need.   

His lips capture yours, engulfing you like a fire. His hands slip under your shirt, exploring your skin. He’s breathing you in, and you’re breathing him out. You’re suddenly one extraordinary machine, working together, moving against each other in time. 

Logan pushes you down to the mattress, his lips still on yours, the kiss becoming rushed and frantic. He climbs on top of you, his bare arms caging you in on either side of your head. You spread your legs for him, giving him room to settle in between. You can feel his erection strain against his jeans as he rocks into you. The friction feels good, but it’s not enough. You grind against him, needy for more. 

“Fuck,” he pants between kisses, lowering himself down onto his forearm to close the gap between you. His free hand finds the hem of your shirt and slips underneath, his fingertips trailing up and down your body. He’s still rutting into you, his cock nudging against your needy core. 

You grab at his back, pulling on his beater. “L-Logan,” you stutter, his fingers bumping into the bottom of your bra. You arch up into him, giving him the space he needs to bring his hand to your back and unclasp it. He sits up, quickly pulling your shirt up and over your head, slipping your bra off, too. 

He lays you back down, hovering over you, balancing on his forearm as his free hand drifts up to your breasts. He squeezes softly, his thumb tracing over your nipples. “Beautiful,” he murmurs into the crook of your neck, biting your pulse point. “So fucking beautiful.” 

His soft bites turn into kisses, trailing down your neck to your collarbone. He kisses in between the valley of your breasts, down your stomach, stopping just above the hem of your shorts. You swallow, nodding frantically as he hooks his fingers into the waistbands of your shorts and panties, yanking them down your legs in one fluid motion. 

You’re exposed to him—bare. He settles back in between your legs, his mouth just inches away from where you need him most. His breath fans across your clit, a jolt of electricity sparking a fire at the base of your spine. You can feel the ache between your legs growing. 

“Please,” you beg, Logan’s name hanging on the tip of your tongue as you look down at him. He presses a teasing kiss to your clit, his eyes focused on you, on every move you make. “Logan, I need—”

You’re cut off by his tongue—a long, flat stripe licking through your folds, up to your clit. His tongue flits out, flicking lightly before starting all over again. “Gonna take my time with you, pretty girl,” he murmurs against you, the vibrations of his bassy voice coursing through you. Your walls squeeze down around nothing, begging for more, begging for release. “Gonna make you feel good.”

He spreads his palm against your inner thigh, nudging you open for him. His nails dig into your skin, fingers trailing up closer to your core. “Please,” you whine. “Want you.”

Logan’s fingers finally meet your folds, his tongue flicking your clit and pulling it between his lips, sucking softly. “Tastes so good,” he mumbles against you. “So fucking sweet.” Two fingers nudge your entrance, testing the waters, spreading you open slowly. 

You open your mouth to beg for him again, but then he’s thrusting inside you—knuckle deep—his fingers stretching you out. Your walls flutter around him as he pulls out and pushes all the way back in. His swirls circles into your clit, his tongue lapping at you, savoring the taste of you. 

He slides his free hand under your back and to your hip, hoisting you closer to him as he buries his face into your cunt. There’s a hunger in his eyes. No, it’s so far beyond hunger. He’s starving—starving for you and only you. If he could live inside you, he would.

He’s relentless as he sucks your clit, his fingers pumping in and out of you. He can feel you shaking underneath him, trembling. His thumb draws gentle, comforting circles along your hip. “I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he whispers in between thrusts. “Doing so good for me, taking it so well.” Your muscles contract around him at the words, his praises overwhelming you. 

He's getting you there—the fire spreading, creeping in, ready to consume everything in its path. “’M’so close,” you moan, overstimulated and fucked out. Logan doesn’t slow down, his fingers hitting that sweet spot inside you with every thrust. You can feel yourself coming undone, unraveling before him. 

“That’s it, pretty girl,” he soothes between laps. “Come on my tongue, just like that.” And then you’re letting go, coming around his fingers. Fire washes over you, beat after beat, pump after pump. It hits you in waves, the sensation crashing into you as Logan works you through your orgasm. 

He’s whispering praises as he savors your taste on his tongue. So good, sweetheart. Letting me take care of you. I’ve got you. So fucking pretty. 

His thrusts slow down, gently rubbing at your walls before sliding out. But his tongue is still working at your clit, lapping softly. “Could eat you out for hours, princess,” he says, licking another long stripe through your folds. “Maybe I will.” You can feel him smile against you.

But you need him, need him closer—as close as he can possibly be. “Logan,” you call out, already close to coming again. “Want you now,” you plead. 

He licks one more long stripe before lifting his head. He sits up, staring down at you as he lifts his beater up and over his head. You stare at his chest, the way his muscles flex as he breathes. Your arousal glistens on his lips, his chin. 

He unbuckles his belt and slips it from the loops, casting it to the ground with a loud clank. He unbuttons and unzips his jeans, tugging them down his legs along with his boxers. His cock springs free, and he is so much bigger than you ever imagined he’d be. You swallow at the sight, and Logan smiles. 

He is so cocksure, but maybe he deserves to be. 

He lowers himself down over you, once again balancing on his forearm. His free hand trails up your sides teasingly before resting on your hip. “Gonna go slow, princess,” he whispers, biting your bottom lip and then stealing a kiss. “Nice and easy.”  His hand on your hip disappears, leaving you suddenly cold and empty without his touch. But you know where he’s going—know that he’s wrapping his fist around the base of his cock. You spread your legs for him, inviting him inside.

He nudges against you, sliding up and down your folds, feeling you. His tip bumps against your clit, sending a shiver down your spine as you squirm underneath him. He finds your entrance again, his head slipping in, and then pulling back out. 

His teasing is too much. You need him, more than anything, ever. “Please, Lo. Need you inside—” 

Your words get stuck in your throat as Logan thrusts deep inside you, his cock rubbing against your walls, stretching you out. You moan his name, arching your back, your breasts pressing against his chest. He stays there for a moment, his cock throbbing inside you, giving you a second to adjust to the size of him. But it’s not enough—you need him to move. You lift your hips, searching for more friction. 

Logan pins you down, his free hand stilling you at your waist. “Wanna take my time with you,” he growls, sliding out and thrusting back in. “Wanna feel every inch of you.” He’s setting the pace: slow, but building. Once he’s sure you’re not going anywhere, he lifts his grip from your hip and brings his hand down between where your bodies connect.

He finds your clit again, still swollen and overstimulated, and starts to work slow, gentle circles into it. You’re already close, already almost at that edge. 

Logan’s thrusts become rougher, deeper. He rocks into you, plunging himself down to the hilt as he flicks your clit. He swallows your moans with a kiss, his tongue swiping across your bottom lip. You open your mouth, letting him inside. You’d give him anything—absolutely anything he wanted. He never even has to ask. 

“Yours,” you breathe into the kiss. “All yours.”

“F-fuck,” he curses, rutting into you, your words goading him along. “Mine,” He growls, his hips snapping faster, his pace quickening with every thrust. “All mine, pretty girl.” 

And then the confession spills from your lips. You can’t control it. “I love you.” 

Logan pounds into you harder. “I love you, too.” He can’t control himself either. You squeeze around him, the words practically pushing you over the edge. “Needed you this whole time, sweetheart. The whole fucking time.”

You throw your head back, exposing your throat to him. He buries himself into the crook of your neck as he pumps in and out of you, biting down on your pulse point again and then licking away the pain. 

“Can feel you getting close, darlin’,” he coos, his fingers still stroking your clit. Your walls flutter and contract around him. “Wanna feel you come on my cock.” 

Your chests heave together, one single breath flowing between the two of you as he thrusts deeper. You’re slipping, letting go, crashing beneath him. You wrap your arms around his back, pulling him closer. “Lo…” you trail off, unable to form a sentence. 

“Love it when you say my name, sweetheart,” he grunts. “Say it again for me.”

“Logan,” you whine, your legs wrapping around his waist as he fucks into you. You can’t hold back anymore. It’s too much. And he knows. 

“That’s it, pretty girl,” he says, rubbing at your clit. “Let go for me.” 

You do, clenching down onto him, pulling him deeper. He groans at the feeling, his pace faltering as you come around him. You’re melting into the sheets, your muscles tensing and relaxing, white-hot heat spreading across your vision. 

“Fuck,” Logan groans, working you through your orgasm. After a few more slow, languid strokes around your clit, his hand slips from your core and up your body. He squeezes your breasts before sliding his palm behind your back, lifting you up for better leverage. He fucks up into you, pressing you closer to his chest. 

You tighten your legs around his waist, keeping him in place. He knows what you’re asking him for. “Inside?” 

“Yes,” you murmur. He brings his lips to yours as he comes inside you, filling you up. He’s so warm, so solid. You cling to him as he finishes, not wanting to let go. His pumps slow until he’s still inside you. He holds you there for a moment, your foreheads pressed together.

Logan carefully pulls out. He rolls off you and pulls you with him so that you’re lying on your side next to him. He wraps his arms around you, keeping you pressed against his chest. Your legs tangle together. 

The intimacy of the moment suddenly sobers you, and memories of today come flooding back. You can feel the tears brimming in your eyes. Logan notices immediately. 

“Hey,” he whispers, panic clear in his voice. “It’s okay,” he soothes, running his hands along your back. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m so sorry…” you trail off, burying your face into his neck. “I’m so sorry for scaring you, for hurting you, for putting myself in danger. I just—” 

“I know,” he interrupts you. “It’s okay, don’t cry. I’m here.”

“I won’t leave you,” you vow. “I promise.”

“Don’t promise,” he says softly. You look up at him, a sad smile spread across his face. 

You furrow your brows. “Why?”

He swallows. “Because I would’ve done the same for you.” He presses a kiss to your forehead. “I’d tear the world apart for you.” He pauses. “I love you.” 

“I love you too.” You smile, your tears subsiding. You take a deep breath and recall something he had said before. “So, who has the savior complex now?” You joke. 

“Me,” he says back, half joking, but half serious, too. You can hear it—the honesty, the intention. “I’d do anything to save you.” 

“It’s not gonna come to that.”

“But when—” he stops himself. “If it does, I’ll be there.” He pauses. “I will always choose you. Always. Every time.”

Always. Always. Always.

It’s all you can think about as you fall asleep in Logan’s arms.