When It's My Birthday But I Didn't See Mizu, Abby, Ellie Williams, Vi And Arlecchinno Oiled Up And Ready

“I would never dream of courting Penelope Featherington”

Hermes after delivering Medusas head:

begging for an invisible!reader pt.2 ill do whatever you want 🙏🙏🙏

Your Perfume II (Logan Howlett) nsfw

A/N: age gap, student!reader x logan, 18+ f!reader, mutant reader(invisibility), kinky!logan, invisible intercourse

Your Perfume

“Not here,” You whisper as he’s sliding a hand up your tank top and you realize you’re still in the kitchen, even if you are invisible. “They’re going to hear us.”

“Let ‘em,” He murmurs as he continues kissing your neck amorously, holding you close to him. “As long as they can’t see you.”

You protest, pushing him off gently. “Not out here.” You insist and he groans as he loses you out of his hold. He can smell you moving towards the staircase and he follows like a dog on a chain. “Come on.” Your voice calls him up the stairs where he watches your bedroom room open with a smirk before he walks in and then the door closes behind him.

Logan turns around and listens carefully. “Where’d you go, little ghost?” He teases and he hears you giggle in front of him now. His hand immediately reaches out and you gasp as he catches your shoulder. Logan laughs while pulling you back into him, one arm around your waist and the other moving along your shoulder to your neck. “Gotcha.” He says before he runs a thumb over your chin and your bottom lip, kissing you there softly as he guides you to the bed.

While he can’t see you, he can feel you in his arms, your legs wrapped around him, he can hear you whining underneath him as his fingers find their way into your dripping core. He can’t see you, but he can smell you, that perfume you wear and the scent of your arousal. Your slick covers his hand as he is pumping his fingers into you, guiding himself by the noise and the familiar anatomy of a woman. If he closes his eyes, he can picture you, your pretty face scrunched up from pleasure, your mouth open from the intensity of your approaching orgasm. His other hand is groping your breast, he can feel your shirt riding up and he pulls his fingers out of you with a squelch before he pulls your shirt off.

It appears the moment it’s off your body and he drops it on the floor with a smirk. “That’s interesting.” He says and he hears you chuckle. “Let’s see those little short come off, baby.” He instructs as he gets off your bed and pulls his sweatpants off. He can hear you shuffling and then your pajama shorts appear out of thin air as you toss them on the floor. “You’ve got quite a party trick there.” He chuckles making you laugh and he guides himself off you laugh, reaching onto the bed, and feeling your knees. Your body trembles underneath his touch as he spreads your legs open and he can smell you, his mouth watering as he touches you, feeling for your core and then replaces his fingers with his tongue when he finds your center.

“Logan,” Your voice breathes out, he can feel your fingers lacing through your hair and you tug as he’s making a mess of your pussy. Drooling and groaning against your sopping folds. “Oh, fuck!” He can feel your legs tremble and he is quick to pull away. “Hm.” You whine sadly.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’m not done.” Logan smirks, picturing how dazed you must look right now as he’s feeling his way up your body. “I want you to cum on my cock.” His hands touch your hips and your belly and your breasts where he stops to suck on them, bite them, mark them while you desperately roll your hips into him. Your juices coat the length of his shaft and Logan looks down to see the sheen appear out of nowhere. “Fuck, that’s hot.” Your body moves underneath him, he feels your hands on his shoulders as he’s pushing into you. Logan can see his cock through you, he can see the way it meets the resistance of your tight cunt, the way your walls squeeze him, and it’s almost too much to handle.

“Oh, my God!” You gasp, deep indentations appearing along his shoulders as you dig your nails into him. “I can’t take it.” You whimper, but he’s too caught up in watching himself drag out of you, push back in slowly, each time his cock is slicker with your juices. Logan’s focusing so hard on not blowing his load right then, the idea of being able to see himself fuck you riling him up.

“You’re doing so good,” He praises, suddenly sitting up on his knees and he feels for your hips, holding tightly onto you as he begins fucking you hard, gasping as he watches himself move through your invisible form. “Feels so fucking good.” He groans, watching his cock pump in and out of seemingly nothing, but the feeling of you so real. You’re whining and fisting the sheets so that they appear to be lifting on their own and Logan growls as your arousal begins to coat him with a creamy substance.

“I’m go-gonna-fuck!” You cry out as your body trembles in his hold and suddenly you’re appearing in front of him, shifting in and out of your visibility in tandem with the force of your orgasm. Logan groans at the sight of you writhing, pushing on him, gasping as you cum hard on his cock. And then you’re solid again, visibly fucked out and breathless as your chest is heaving from the intensity of pleasure.

“There you are.” Logan smirks, leaning over you, panting as he kisses you roughly. You wrap your arms around his neck as he’s pounding into you rhythmically and you feel his cock throb inside you. “Fuck, baby,” Logan buries his face in the crook of your neck as he releases his load. It sits deep inside you and you feel the warmth of him, the way his cock softly pulses against your walls with each spurt. “Never thought invisible sex would be quite that fun.”

You roll your eyes and playfully smack his shoulder as he chuckled, pulling out of you slowly and resting his forehead on yours. “Was it what you expected?”

Logan shook his head as he laid beside you and pulled you into his chest. “No, it was better,” He said while kissing your forehead. “Because it was with you.”

There was an overwhelming demand for a second part and I was far too excited to oblige you, kind readers! Let me know what you thought😁💕

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reading a good ass fanfic up until it said something that just makes you want to stop reading

The fact that Anthony can’t stop calling Kate Viscountess?

Because 🗣️🗣️THAT’S🗣️HIS🗣️WIFE🗣️🗣️

The man’s obsessed with her. No less than she deserves.

I know this man is sitting there correcting everyone that refers to “Your wife.”

“Anthony, are you not bothering Kate tonight?”

“Oh, Kate? Do you mean the Viscountess, Benedict??? Lady Bridgerton??? Kate, Viscountess Bridgerton??? The Lady of Aubrey Hall?? My Viscountess?? My lady???”

And Benedict just waits for him to finish with a sigh like, “Yeah. As I said: I don’t know how Kate puts up with you.”

Anthony paused, “Well… I’m sort of quite handsome, I suppose. I think there’s something in that.”

Since we are on the topic of NSFW alphabets 👀 can I request one for my lord and saviour, Cregan Stark

Cregan Stark NSFW Alphabet

- Paring: reader/Cregan Stark

- Rating: Explicit 18+

- Note: I've made two versions of it, pick one you like more. They are slightly different on purpose.

New (V1)

A - Aftercare

Cregan is incredibly attentive and caring. After a passionate encounter, he takes the time to ensure you're comfortable, bringing furs to keep you warm and holding you close, murmuring softly in your ear.

B - Body Worship

He adores your body and is unreserved in his praise, from tracing your curves with his rough hands to leaving reverent kisses along every inch of your skin.

C - Control

While he’s usually calm and measured, in the bedroom, Cregan loves taking control, guiding you with a firm but gentle hand. He enjoys watching you surrender to his authority, but he always respects your boundaries.

D - Dominance

Cregan is naturally dominant, exuding strength and confidence that makes you feel protected and desired. He’s never forceful but asserts his dominance in a way that leaves you breathless and eager.

E - Experience

As the Lord of Winterfell, Cregan has had to maintain an aura of restraint, but he is well-versed in the pleasures of the flesh. He knows exactly how to bring you to the edge and keep you there, savoring every reaction.

F - Favorite Position

He loves seeing your face as he makes love to you, so the classic missionary position is a favorite, allowing him to watch your expressions and kiss you deeply. He also enjoys taking you from behind, especially when you’re both caught up in the heat of the moment.

G - Grunts

Cregan is not overly vocal, but the deep, guttural grunts he lets out as he loses himself in you are incredibly arousing. He also growls your name when he’s particularly overwhelmed by pleasure.

H - Hair-pulling

He has a penchant for tangling his hands in your hair, tugging just enough to send shivers down your spine. It’s an expression of his desire and his need to feel connected to you.

I - Intimacy

Every touch and kiss from Cregan feels meaningful. He craves intimacy, seeking to connect with you not just physically but emotionally, his eyes never leaving yours as he brings you to ecstasy.

J - Jealousy

Cregan is possessive in a subtle, protective way. He doesn’t get overtly jealous but makes it clear that you’re his, with lingering touches and heated looks that leave no room for doubt.

K - Kinks

He has a few kinks, including dominance and restraint. He enjoys using his strength to hold you in place, making you feel helpless under his control in the most thrilling ways.

L - Love Bites

He loves marking you with love bites, especially along your neck and shoulders, places that are easily hidden but serve as a reminder that you belong to him.

M - Moaning

Cregan loves hearing you moan, each sound encouraging him to please you more. Your reactions fuel his desire, and he’s not shy about whispering dirty words to coax more sounds from you.

N - Night-time Sessions

The cold nights in Winterfell often lead to long, heated sessions. Cregan loves taking his time, exploring your body thoroughly, drawing out your pleasure until the early hours of the morning.

O - Oral

Cregan is a generous lover and delights in pleasing you with his mouth. He takes his time, savoring every taste and sound, holding your hips down as you try to squirm away from the overwhelming pleasure.

P - Pace

He knows when to take it slow and when to let loose. Cregan’s pace can be teasingly slow, building you up to a crescendo, or fast and hard, driving you both to the peak of pleasure with a primal urgency.

Q - Quickies

While he prefers taking his time, Cregan is not opposed to a quick, heated encounter in a secluded place, especially if the desire strikes suddenly. The thrill of getting caught only adds to the excitement.

R - Risk

He is careful with you but finds the thrill of a risky encounter—like taking you in his study or outside in the godswood—irresistibly arousing.

S - Stamina

Cregan’s stamina is impressive, thanks to his rigorous training as a warrior and lord. He can go for multiple rounds, ensuring your satisfaction long after you’ve both reached your peak.

T - Teasing

He enjoys teasing you, both with his words and his touches. He’ll bring you close to the edge, only to pull back, watching with a smirk as you beg him to let you finish.

U - Uninhibited

In the privacy of your chambers, Cregan is unrestrained. He lets go of the weight of leadership and immerses himself fully in the pleasure he finds with you, uninhibited and utterly devoted.

V - Voyeurism

He’s not particularly into watching others, but he does love watching you. The sight of you pleasuring yourself, whether it’s with his guidance or on your own, is enough to drive him wild.

W - Worship

Cregan worships you with a quiet intensity, his touch reverent as if you’re something precious. He believes you’re his equal, and his admiration for you is evident in the way he makes love to you.

X - X-Rated Talk

He’s not overtly dirty with his words, but he will whisper filthy things in your ear, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine as he tells you exactly what he wants to do to you.

Y - Yearning

Cregan’s longing for you is palpable, especially after being apart. When he finally has you in his arms, he’s almost desperate, his kisses bruising and his touch demanding as he satisfies the yearning that’s built up.

Z - Zeal

His passion for you is boundless. Cregan approaches every intimate moment with a fervor that leaves you breathless, ensuring you never doubt how deeply he desires and loves you.

Old (V2)

A = Aftercare

Cregan is always attentive afterward, wrapping you in furs and holding you close as he whispers soft reassurances, making sure you're comfortable and cared for.

B = Body Part

He is particularly drawn to your hands, often intertwining his fingers with yours or holding them above your head during intimate moments, captivated by how they look against his larger ones.

C = Cum

Cregan loves watching the aftermath, the sight of your bodies slick with sweat and his release, a visual reminder of your shared passion.

D = Dirty Secret

Despite his stoic exterior, Cregan has a weakness for having you take control, loving when you whisper commands or tease him, guiding his actions.

E = Experience

Cregan is experienced but reserved. He learned from past encounters but prefers to focus entirely on you, adapting to your needs and desires.

F = Favorite Position

He loves taking you from behind, bent over with your back arched. It allows him to set a strong, steady pace and reach deep, his hands gripping your hips or your hair.

G = Goofy

Cregan's sense of humor shows through rare, quiet chuckles, particularly if you make a joke during an intimate moment. He loves seeing you smile and relax with him.

H = Hair

He enjoys it when you run your fingers through his hair, especially when he's deep between your thighs, your grip tightening as you lose yourself in pleasure.

I = Intimacy

Each encounter feels profound with Cregan, his intense gaze holding yours, as if he’s seeing and feeling every part of you, both physically and emotionally.

J = Jack Off

He prefers to wait until you're together, but on rare nights alone, he thinks of you, his hand fisted around himself as he remembers the feel of your body.

K = Kink

Cregan enjoys light bondage, particularly binding your wrists with leather or furs, leaving you at his mercy as he takes his time exploring every inch of you.

L = Location

The secluded woods or his private quarters in Winterfell are his favorite spots, where he knows no one will interrupt, and he can take his time.

M = Motivation

Your mere presence is enough to stir him, but seeing you in his furs or watching you move confidently through Winterfell makes him eager to claim you.

N = No

He draws the line at anything that would cause you harm or discomfort. Your trust and safety are his highest priorities.

O = Oral

Cregan is skilled and dedicated, relishing in the way you gasp and writhe under his mouth. He loves drawing out your pleasure, teasing you until you're begging.

P = Pace

He often starts slow and measured, building up the intensity until you're both lost in the rhythm, but he can be rougher if he knows you crave it.

Q = Quickie

While he prefers to take his time, he isn't above a quick, intense encounter if the moment strikes, pinning you against a wall or pulling you into a secluded corner.

R = Risk

Cregan is willing to take risks in private settings but would never jeopardize your reputation or safety in public.

S = Stamina

Cregan’s strength and endurance are exceptional, capable of going for hours if you wish, only stopping when you're both completely sated.

T = Toys

He’s open to experimenting with toys, particularly those that enhance your pleasure, finding satisfaction in seeing you overcome with sensation.

U = Unfair

Cregan can be a tease, withholding his touch or slowing his pace until you're pleading, his deep voice murmuring just how much he loves hearing you beg.

V = Volume

He’s usually quiet, the occasional growl or grunt escaping his lips, but your name is always spoken in a low, reverent tone when he reaches his peak.

W = Wild Card

Cregan has a possessive streak and occasionally marks your skin with bites and kisses, leaving reminders that you’re his.

X = X-Ray

He’s well-built, his physique reflecting the harsh Northern lifestyle, his body a map of strength and hard muscle, making each encounter a powerful experience.

Y = Yearning

Cregan often longs for you deeply, his eyes darkening with desire whenever you’re apart, his need for you an almost tangible force.

Z = ZZZ

He holds you close afterward, his arm wrapped around you as he falls asleep, his body a warm, protective presence throughout the night.

.ೃ࿔ SECRET SURPRISE ☾

finding out you’re pregnant on the day of toji’s big mma match

tags —nsfw, unprotected sex, pregnancy, cum dump, pet names, riding, dacriphilia, cum slut, cockwarming, mood swings, morning sickness,

notes— links are informational NOT nsfw links! OPEN THEM!

one thing that always calmed toji was definitely being deep inside his most precious person. feeling you squeeze around him had his stomach clenching, lips clashing with yours as you whined.

“my dicks fuckin’ melting,” he pants. he had you in so many different positions, absolutely wrecking your body. currently he had you in one of your favorites. especially after missing him after he’d been away for so long. his hand laced in your small one, squeezing it with each sharp thrust. holding it beside your blessed out face.

“gunnu c…cumm,” your eyes flutter, your free hand held his face, lips falling open as he kissed you, groaning as he picked up the pace, your back arched up, legs crossed behind his back as he angled your hips up. he felt himself slide deeper inside letting you suck him in.

“remember the shape of my dick, pup?” he chuckles, sitting up on his knees to grab your hips, thumb falling over your swollen clit.

“mmh just know y-yours, toji!” his thumb circles your bundle of nerves watching you cry out, legs trembling.

“good girl,” his grin had your stomach bursting with joy, you love him so much. so much. your fingers reach out, desperate for his touch. “still so needy after all this time.” he takes your hand, leaning over to kiss the soft digits. your eyes are crossing as you feel your legs tremble. “my pretty wife…” he cooes, only making you tremble at his deep voice.

“shit, squeezin me tighter than usual!” you almost knock the wind out of the man as he crashes his lips, drinking your gasps and tears as you tremble around him. “trying to push me out?” he slaps the outside of your thigh as you cum around him.

“more cum,” you kiss his lips, sucking his tongue, playing with his scar as your eyes gloss over, too dumb to think of anything else.

toji pushes your legs higher, sinking deeper as the squelching of your pussy echoes in the bedroom. “love you, love you toji…toji—ah” your pretty chants has his body heating up and dick throbbing even bigger. you feel every vein that bulges around his fat girth and his big tip kissing your cervix.

“if you keep acting like a needy brat, ‘m gonna bust soon,” his voice is strained. he fell deeper than ever, your eyes crossing as toji practically drools into your mouth. your tight pussy around his throbbing cock only had his tongue lolling out.

“mph ah ‘s big,” the large bedroom balcony was wide open as the cool night breeze swept your moans.

“want it please,” you held him so close. arms squeezing around his sweaty neck as you kissed his pretty scar—

“gun kill me,” he felt his stomach tighten, dropping his sweaty head into your neck as he gives a few more very sloppy thursts, until he’s twitching unbelievably hard, hips stuttering inside as his tip sprays long ropes of cum.

“feels so warm, toji,” you lick his ear as toji hums, lazily rolling his hips inside you as he breathes heavily against your neck, a few strained groans coming out when he feels you clench, filling you up.

“take it all,” he pushes up, leaning over your face as he pants, your fingers holding his face as you pull him to your lips.

“I mean you’re still cumming—“ you suddenly squeal, toji flicking your clit causing your body to jump.

“don’t be all snarky,” he pants over your lips, your tongue hangs out as toji deepens the kiss. sucking your tongue, making your cream ooze around his bulging cock some more.

you rub your tummy as toji groans, pressing a hand over yours and pushing down, making you whimper. he was filling you up so good. you loved the feeling of him cumming inside you.

once his dick runs dry, he rests beside you, pulling you closer. your deep breath falling even as you two fall asleep.

toji kept his soft cock deep inside you, holding you close to his chest as you slept. the warmth and closeness wasn’t something he’d admit out loud, but he needed it.

A couple weeks go by, as you roll over to your side. your stomach hurting as you extend an arm out, only to feel an empty bed.

“to…ji…” you feel another uncomfortable churn before suddenly tripping out of bed and stumbling into the bathroom, quickly falling in front of the toilet as you throw up.

you miss toji, you almost whine. why was he gone so early? you don’t think much of it. instead you go about your day until toji comes home. leaning on the man as you sit with him on the couch. he’d gained some weight for the weigh in tomorrow, so he was bigger than usual.

“you went harder than usual last night,” you mumble in his side. toji looks over, noticing the healing bruise around your thighs, his big hand gliding between your legs to rub the skin.

“i thought i heard someone cry for it to be harder,” he snarks.

“well like ya, but i have a shoot tomorrow,” you mumble rolling over so you were hugging toji.

you were more affectionate than you usually were, toji notes. you’ve been attached to him since he walked in. sitting beside him as he bathed, helping him get dressed, now you’re all over him. wasn’t this was your favorite show? is your period soon?

“you feelin alright?” toji runs a hand on the back of your head, petting you gently, your arms still wrapped around his shoulders.

your leg glides across his lap, nuzzling yourself onto him even closer. “mhm.”

he wraps an arm around you pulling you closer as he continues watching. you’re quiet, maybe you were just tired…you were wearing his sweater and sweats, but he could feel you trying to get closer to him.

“you’re needy tonight, pup,” toji grunts, feeling your hand down the front of his pants, playing with his semi-hard on.

“just missed you,” you kiss his ear, toji hums snaking his own hand down the back of your sweats and slipping a finger inside you from behind.

it didn’t take long for his fat cock to be nuzzled deep inside your dripping cunt.

“something happen today?” toji holds your cheek, the other on your hip helping you bounce on his lap. your ass slapping down on his firm thighs, whining at how big he is.

“why do you keep asking that?” you huff, getting annoyed with his questions. “just…uh, wanna feel you,” your nails dig into his shoulder, head falling back as you chase your high.

“you’re acting…”

“what?” you squeal feeling toji grab the back of your neck pulling you to his lips. you cry as he kisses you aggressively.

“I’m asking how my wife is, don’t act like a child,” he snaps, making you whine, clenching around him. toji groans getting worked up and helping you fuck him faster.

he could never get tired of this view. your head thrown back as you held his shoulder and the other hand holding his wrist that was playing with your tits. you were so fucking beautiful. your eyes fluttered as you cried out and cumming with a shake, letting him spill inside you again.

usually you would cuddle into him and let him soothe a hand over your back, but instead you stood up, his cock slipping out of your holec immediately watching his cum ooze out, still sticking to his tip, as some more cum slid down to hos base. your hand cupped your pussy and headed to the bathroom.

“baby?” he leans over the couch, puzzled.

“haveta pee,” you mumble, discarding your sweater and the door shuts.

toji follows a couple minutes later, grabbing a towel to clean off before tucking himself. he looks over seeing you in the shower. sliding the screen open, you hum looking over your shoulder.

“you’re worrying me here, did something happen? did i do something?” toji was horrible with words, but that doesn’t mean he’s a complete fucking idiot. he thinks he can read you pretty well especially having married you. likewise. yet, this is the first time he’s seen you act so…moody.

“worried about what? we just had sex?” you wash the conditioner from your hair, opening your eyes to look at the man. he looked so confused.

“dunno,” he mumbles. he wanted you to confide in him. is he really that bad with emotions that you can’t tell him what’s going on? “can you tell me you’re okay?”

“I’m okay,” you smile softly, quickly easing his nerves, but he can’t help but look at you longingly.

“c’mere,” his hand reaches out, cupping your face and pulling you close. “gimme a kiss.”

you smile as you walk closer, away from the water, to lean high up meeting his lips firmly. he’s leaning down, holding your face as he continues kissing you. he couldn’t get enough of you, his hand stroking the back of your neck as you hum, rubbing your fingers on his wrist.

toji still had his guard up. you were in fact “okay”, but you seem more irritated one second, but suddenly okay the next. he checked your temperature and you seemed fine.

“she’s been really moody,” toji chugs some water as he leans against the ring.

shiu doesn’t bother to look up from his ipad. “what did you do?”

toji rolls his eyes. “thanks.”

“did you forget her birthday, leave your dirty socks in the kitchen?”

toji fixes his gloves. “who do you take me for? you’re no help.”

“she could just be sick for your ass,” shiu shrugs, looking up to laugh at toji’s annoyed expression.

“fuck off.”

your head was pounding. heart thumping out of your chest as you sat on the cold tile floor. your lips trembled, hands running cold….no way….no way…..

“hon, he’s asking about you! you alright in there?” shiu’s hand knocked on the door.

of all the days to find out your pregnant, you had to find out now. you couldn’t hold back and wait until tomorrow…but you were nervous! you couldn’t wait—

you inhale sharply. “I’m fine.”

the moment you step out though, your eyes immediately scan around, overstimulated by all the people moving around, the coach warming up toji, shiu answering calls—

“you alright, baby?” toji is loosening his muscles as he looks up at you, ready to head out as they try to push him out the door . you don’t even realize how your legs automatically carried you to him. “baby?”

you’re an idiot, truly. because the way his hand stroked the back of your neck and the way his voice sent your stomach fluttering.

“i have to tell you something….” you bite the inside of your cheek. no, you couldn’t tell him now, that would be absolutely disastrous.

“ya, quickly,” his thumb caresses your cheek, waiting for you. instead you only lean up, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him to your lips. his lips automatically open as you kiss him feverishly. you pull away breathing for a minute. toji’s eyes are slightly open watching the way you squeeze your eyes shut as you kiss him….“you alright?”

your breathing heavily, before forcing out a tight lipped smile. his brow quirks even more concerned as you nod. “f’course…stomach just hurts a bit,” you peck his lips again before letting him head out.

your eyes follow him as he glances over his shoulder. he was concerned, he still couldn’t figure out what was going on. maybe something happened at work? but you haven’t complained about anything, which you always do if there’s a problem—

“you got this toji, make sure to keep your guard up after his left hooks!” his coach yelled in his ear as toji stepped into the cage. his arms snapping out, before stepping up to the middle. his eyes immediately ventured out, scanning the front row to find you. you weren’t looking at him…

“scared to look at me, king?” his opponent mocked, practically making toji roll his eyes into his skull.

once they shook hands and the round began toji was in the zone. his fist colliding with his opponents stomach then face. sending ripples through his body. it was always impressive watching toji move around the cage, his feet carrying him so fast you could barely keep up.

your heart felt like it was about to leap from your chest, and not in a good way. would toji even want a kid? he’s in the highlight of his career, he wouldn’t have time for this…are you even ready?!? you’ve been with toji for awhile, but you never imagined having kid so early, did you even discuss it with him. would he think you’re not ready??

toji took a hard elbow across the face, knocking him to the ground.

“FOUL!” the ref shouted. your eyes were filled with worry. you like watching toji fight, it was exhilarating, but this time you felt sick.

toji’s eyes seemed to find you immediately. ready to get back up, but he stopped breathing for a second…..the simple gesture of your hand on your stomach…he felt his heart beat a little faster as he unconsciously, almost automatically, connected the dots in his head.

“oh fuck.”

the eye contact you made said absolutely everything. it was too easy reading you. his stomach churned, his fist slammed into his opponent. he couldn’t think, taking hits he would normally dodge. your hands falling over your face as toji kept getting beat, over and over and over—

what is going on?!? toji was screaming at himself. stop thinking! just move!

with every ounce of his being, toji used it to land a direct blow across his opponents head, immediately knocking him out on impact. the ripples of his muscles, sent a wave of adrenaline pumping through his veins. and the only thing he could do was shove the flooding people coming into the cage, not even letting the ref grab his hand to announce his victory.

your eyes blew wide as toji fell to his knees in front of you, immediately between your legs as his hands grabbed your waist, staring up at you with bright green eyes. his chest was heaving, blood still trickling from his split lip and cut eyebrow.

“toji, congratulations!” you immediately try to wipe the blood with your sleeve, not caring that you spent so much on it. his dark green eyes were blown, immediately falling on your beautiful lips, congratulating him over and over—

your heart stops. his lips press softly on the back of your hands. kissing so gently…. he’d normally go for your lips and shamelessly deepen it—

“don’t be nervous,” he speaks softly, surprising the living hell out of you. he’s never been so soft after a match. but the look in his eyes immediately told you…he knew.

“I don’t know if I’m ready…” your head dropped, you couldn’t be a mother, you’ve fucked up so many times! you lost your keys just a week ago and accidentally got on the wrong train home after a long day!

toji tilts your chin. “and your career—“

“do you wanna keep it?” he asks, tilting his head not breaking eye contact. your stomach was churning even more. you felt like throwing up. you never gushed about having children, nor did you ever wish to have some. but it’s weird….its weird because you felt really warm inside. you didn’t know why your mode was shifting, why you were okay, but the sureness in toji’s eyes—having him come immediately to you.

you could only nod, biting your cheek so you wouldn’t cry, but covering your face with your free hand. the mma victor could only smile, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. the audience and reporters around had no clue what was happening, but everyone was swooning at how gentle toji was being.

“I’ll be the one to fuck it up, so don’t worry.” he teases.

you hit his chest. “don’t say that.” you take your hand off to look at him, he had a light flush on his cheeks. you’ve never seen him so calm after a match. “you sure?”

“kids are annoying brats, but if it looks like you…,” you roll your eyes. “what did you think was gonna happen?” you quirk a brow.

your breath hitched as he leaned his face close to your ear, his voice low, similar to how he spoke to you when you’re intimate. “your pretty eyes always filling with tears if I don’t stuff you full with my cum.”

your face burned red as his hand stroked your neck unbeknownst to the cameramen and reporters all waiting for toji to return. “can’t remember a time where you weren’t begging for it deep inside.” his hand travels down to your lower stomach!

you felt your legs closing as you hid your face in your hand, trying desperately to compose yourself, but my god, this man was so absolutely shameless.

“wonder what day of me pumping your tiny pussy with my cum was the one that struck gold—“

“toji,” you almost cry out only for his ear, so unbelievably hot from embarrassment you couldn’t breathe. “are you trying to kill me?!”

“of course not, pup, i was just reminiscing,” he laughs, pulling away to hold your face.

you roll your eyes at his amused faced. “haha, fuck you. so mean,” you shove his shoulder back making the man laugh, as he leans forward, tilting your chin to capture your lips.

he winces for just a moment, his cut lip stinging as you taste the metal on your tongue. you loved kissing him. your ears still hot as toji pulled away, his hand slipping down to hold yours as he walked with you back to the reporters. he did not take his hands off you that entire night.

when videos and photos were released, fans were deep diving to try and read toji and his wife’s lips. desperate to know what was so important.

but was only confirmed at his match a year later, when he stepped into the cage and gave a wave to his wife and little baby sitting on her lap.

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just a good brother

words: 2.7k

warnings: 18+ only! smut, stepbro!rafe, stepcest, dubcon/noncon, drugging, female receiving oral, fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex, somnophilia, manipulation? i guess, reader is sick with like a cold or somethin

“what's wrong kid?” rafe asks, running a hand over your hair, pushing it out of your face as you keep your cheek pressed against the arm of the couch.

“sick.” you mutter, keeping your arms wrapped around your stomach, as if that could somehow make you feel better.

rafe frowns. he hates seeing you feeling down, and it's his responsibility as your step brother to make sure you are taken care of.

“what can i do for you?” rafe asks, his voice unbelievably soft. he kneels down in front of the couch so he can look you in the eye, scanning over your face, looking tired with a sheen of sweat over your skin. “did you take some medicine?”

“i did, and i still feel like crap.” you groan.

“want me to make you some soup?” rafe questions. he doesn't really know what to do to make you feel better, so he's resulting to movie stereotypes. he figures it's better than doing nothing. “or some cuddles?”

“ill take some cuddles.” you say. you really do think rafes arms wrapped around you would make you feel better. it's not weird after all, he's your step brother.

rafe nods, and you pick yourself up briefly to scooch to make room for rafe on the couch. he joins you, his arms wrapping around your shoulders, letting you move to rest your cheek against his chest.

“i got ya, sis.” rafe says, rubbing his hand over your back in long comforting strokes.

“thanks rafey.” you sigh, eyes closing. your headache has subsided a little from the medicine, causing you to relax enough to fall into a light sleep.

you are awoken by sarah bounding out the door, shouting something about john b. 

“shh, it's okay.” rafe says when you whine, but you need to stretch your tired muscles anyways, shaking out the one arm that got trapped and fell asleep during your short nap.

“ugh, i just feel gross.” you groan, burying your face in your hands.

“would a bath help maybe?” rafe questions.

“actually yeah.” you hum, thinking about being submerged in the warm water. you think you even have some epsom salt you could add to draw out some of the toxins.

“let me help you then.” rafe says. he stands up, only to swoop down and bring you into his arms, walking with ease as he heads towards the stairs. you would complain that you can walk yourself, but you're honestly not sure if you can, do you wrap your arms around rafes shoulders and let him take you all the way to his bathroom. you don't mention that your own bathroom has a jacuzzi tub as well.

“are you good to sit right here?” rafe asks as he places you on the counter.

“yeah.” you nod, leaning your head back against the mirror, watching as rafe turns the hot water on to fill up the bath before coming back over to you

“want me to help you get undressed?” rafe questions.

“wouldn't that be weird?” you raise an eyebrow. “you seeing me naked?”

“not at all. im your step brother, and im just helping you because you're sick.” rafe says, and you're not sure if it's the sickness, or the foggy mind from the medicine that makes you nod your head yes, accepting his help.

rafe assists you in standing, his hands firm in yours as you slide off the sink counter, the tub filling with water drowning out the sound of rustling clothes as rafe takes your shirt, dragging it over your head. he skips over your bra and moves to your shorts next, kneeling as he slides them down your legs. he also carefully takes your socks off before tugging at your underwear. you cringe when they stick to the slickness between your thighs, but rafe doesn't mention anything.

he stands slowly, his eyes taking in between your thighs, wondering what you, his precious little step sister, would look like with your legs spread wide open, cunt on display for him.

rafe stands in front of you while he reaches behind your back, unclipping your bra. the fever that has taken over your body is replaced with shivers as your breasts are exposed to the cool air, your nipples instantly hardening.

rafe looks down with a smirk, and you want to cover yourself, hide your shame away, but before you can move, he turns his head and looks at the bath.

“it's full.” he hums, moving to shut the water off before turning to you, beckoning you forward with his hand. you take hold, letting him bear part of your weight as you step in, the water being just on the verge of too hot.

you let out a low moan when you step the other foot in, already feeling better.

“go ahead, baby. all the way in.” rafe says, using a nickname for you that you haven't heard before. you slide down into the bath, glad that it can easily submerge your whole body as rafe drags a stool next to the lip of the tub, taking a seat next to you.

“gotta keep an eye on you just in case.” rafe says, again reaching to stroke your hair back.

“you're such a good big brother.” you tell him honestly. you feel so lucky that your mom married ward, that she brought you into this family, to rafe.

“always gonna take care of you.” rafe says, as a promise.

you lean forward, not sure what your intentions are as you pucker your lips, pressing them against his hand that rests on his knee.

“come here.” rafe coos, knowing you need this, need to show him some kind of affection as thanks, and how much you like physical touch. rafe cups your jaw, tilting your face up as he brings his own head down, letting you press kisses over his cheeks.

rafe goes to connect your lips, but you gasp and pull away.

“it's okay for siblings to kiss each other.” rafe says with a frown.

“but i don't want to get you sick.” you complain, even though you desperately want to smash your lips against his. you don't dwell too long on the thought or what it could mean.

rafe sighs, but nods, letting go of your face and letting you lean back against the tub. your eyes close as the water relaxes you.

rafe sits there quietly, but the silence isn't uncomfortable.

“baby, are you good here for a minute? gonna get you some medicine.”

“yeah.” you sit up slightly, eyes opening as you watch rafe leave the bathroom. the water in the tub has grown lukewarm at this point, so when rafe returns with a plastic cup filled with some sort of medicine, you tell him you want to get out.

“here, drink this then i will help you dry off.” rafe says when he has you wrapped in the fluffiest towel. 

you accept the cup, swirling the purple liquid before shrugging and drinking it down in one gulp, surprised by the sugary sweet taste.

“good girl.” rafe says, making a surprising flood of wetness rush to your core. 

he leads you out of the attached bathroom into his bedroom, guiding you to sit down on the bed. he takes a second towel and carefully dries your hair, squeezing strands free of water before running his fingers through, making sure your hair remains untangled.

rafe then moves to your arms, not letting you do any work yourself as he guides the towel up and down your arms until they're completely dry.

“why don't you lay back?” rafe questions, and you nod, wanting to lay down anyways as the new medicine makes your limbs feel sluggish. you guess that there was some kind of sleep aid in the medicine as well, but it could also be the effects of the sickness hitting you again.

you let rafe take your towel away before you lay back on the bed, on top of his comforter as he pats your stomach until it's dry. your eyes flutter closed when he moves upwards, able to feel his hands through the fabric of the towel as he dries your chest, seeming to pay special attention to your nipples.

“rafe, i-” you begin, wanting to apologize for how hard your nipples have pebbled but he just shakes his head.

“you don't need to explain, sis.” rafe simply says. “it's natural.”

“okay.” you whisper. you're really not sure, and rafe is your big brother after all, so he has no reason to lie to you. rafe moves lower yet again, bypassing your stomach and privates as he wipes dry your feet, lower legs, and then your thighs.

“spread your legs for me.” rafe commands. he says it so casually you almost do it before you realize that your sloppy cunt would be revealed to him.

you sit up, moving your elbows so you can look at rafe, staring expectantly at you.

“rafe, i don't know-” 

“we are siblings.” he cuts you off again. “it's okay.”

you lay back, closing your eyes, not wanting to see rafes reaction when you spread your legs, revealing your wetness. you miss rafes smirk as he covers his hand with the towel, making sure to move very gently as he works it between your legs, stroking the fabric over your cunt.

you let out a low moan when your clit is bumped, causing a whole new flood of wetness.

“i can't seem to get this spot dry…” rafe says, tossing the towel onto the bed, needing to feel your bare skin. he strokes over your folds, not doing anything more than touching around your cunt until he can't take it anymore, letting his finger swipe through your wetness.

“rafe, stop.” you pout, eyes now clenched tightly closed.

“it's okay.” rafe just hums in response, too transfixed on your pretty pussy to take your plea into account, especially when you spread your legs wider, giving him more access.

rafe smiles as his finger pushes further against your skin, now rubbing through your wetness, spreading it around your cunt. he moves his singular digit up to your clit, moving in circles around it teasingly until he presses his fingertip down directly over your clit, making your back arch as you let out a moan.

“how do you feel now?” rafe questions as his finger continues to massage your clit.

you assess your body, and you're not sure if it's from the medicine or from rafes attention on your pussy, but he only feeling you can focus on is coming from his fingertip, instead of your hurting stomach.

“really good.” you whisper. you should be concerned about what you're doing right now, but you're so glad to be alleviated from feeling sick that you can't bring yourself to care about rafe stroking over your clit.

“want me to keep making you feel good?” rafe questions.

you nod before you can hesitate. rafe climbs onto the bed, slotting himself between your thighs. you blink your eyes open when his hands rub over your inner thighs.

“it's okay.” rafe assures you again. “just a brother taking care of his sick sister.”

“okay.” you whisper. “it's okay.”

rafe smiles before diving in, burying his mouth in your cunt. he possessively licks over your pussy, like he's been waiting since your mom married his dad two years ago to get a taste of you. 

he sucks your clit into his mouth, bringing his fingers to your entrance. he pushes a singular digit in, glad when you stay relaxed, allowing him to pump his finger into you. he's sure it's a combination of the exhaustion of your sickness as well as the medicine he gave you.

rafe switches between flicking his tongue over your clit and sucking on it while his finger works you open. he can quickly add a second due to your pliability and wetness.

“rafe, i feel something-” you gasp, his fingers moving faster.

“you're gonna cum for me?” he questions. he knows you're not the most innocent, he's seen you making out quite intensely with your ex boyfriend, but he also knows that you're still a virgin. you claim you want to wait until marriage.

“i-i don't know. i think so.” you whine, hips undulating.

“it's okay, relax for me baby and cum.” rafe says, his tongue taking in your taste again, licking long stripes through your cunt, making sure to flick over your clit with every movement.

you let out a mix between a whine and a moan as his tongue and fingers becomes too much, pulling the orgasm out of you as you cum, your high pushing through your body as your legs tighten around rafes head.

rafe gently kisses your cunt through the orgasm until your thighs loosen and your eyes fall closed.

“im tired.” you whisper, not sure what rafe is doing when you feel him get off the bed, and rustle around. you don't open your eyes until he's back on the bed between your legs.

“rafe!” you shout when you realize he is kneeling between your legs, now completely naked, his cock hard and jutting away from his body, one hand at the base, slightly stroking as he looks down on your naked body.

“it's okay.” he says again, hoping that repeating it will make you believe it.

“what are you doing?” you question.

“you said you wanted to feel good, im just helping you sis.” rafe says, now stroking faster, taking up more of his shaft.

“no, no, no.” you mumble quickly. “you're my brother!”

“im your step brother.” rafe snips quickly.

“still! im supposed to be waiting until marriage! for my husband!” despite your protests, you can't bring your body to move, completely slackened against the bed.

“it doesn't count if its family.” rafe says. “besides, ive been taking such good care of you. let me keep taking care of you, and you can take care of me too.”.

“i guess…” you mumble, eyes taking in his big cock. you want to know what it feels like inside of you, and rafe grants your wish when he drapes his body over yours, lining his cock up with your entrance.

“id say stay nice and relaxed for me, but the medicine is doing it's job.” rafe says, burying his head in your shoulder as he pushes inside, filling your cunt in one smooth and easy pump.

you let out a moan, wanting to wrap your legs around rafes waist to help the angle, but your legs feel like jelly.

“that's it, sis.” rafe moans, immediately snapping his hips into yours, not bothering to start softly.

rafe keeps one hand gripping your hip while the other moves to your chest, gripping your tit harshly, but you're too numb to complain about the pain.

“more.” you whisper into rafes ear.

“dirty slut.” rafe says back. “who knew my step sis would be such a whore for her brothers cock?”

you let out a whine of complaints, but rafe begins to move faster, push deeper into you. you wish you could keep your eyes open, to look at rafe like this, but tiredness is taking over, even as he pumps into you.

“can't- can't help it.” rafe says, his voice sounding strained as he continues thrusting. “gonna cum inside of you.”

this wakes you up slightly, squirming underneath him. “you can't, rafe! im not on birth control and you're my brother!”

“say it again.” rafe grunts.

“you're my brother!” you shout again, but instead of rafe pulling out, he floods your cunt with his cum, spurting long ropes inside of you.

you squirm again, but rafe just moans when your pussy constricts around him, having the opposite effect as you milk his cock.

“im sorry sis.” rafe says. you try to push him off, but thats when you realize that it's more than just tiredness taking over your body. you're completely limp, unable to move or lift your hand.

“what did you do?” you ask, words slurring.

“ill take care of you. ill take care of everything.” rafe promises, grinding his hips when his cock begins to reharden inside of you.

you try to open your mouth, but your vision goes completely black, your jaw slackening. you pass out with the feeling of rafe beginning to move inside of you again, his cock pushing the cum further into your cervix.

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