Okay, sorry if this one isn't the greatest, I have rewritten it too many damn times and this is my 3 am final attempt. Please don't hate me 😭
⚠️Warnings ⚠️ Kidnapping, murder, bandage, biting. Basically just obsessed Peter. Short. Fem reader. Not smut this time.
Peter (your boyfriend) x Reader
Following you home again. I couldn't help it, I just needed to see my sweet precious girl again. Especially after taking care of that fucking store clerk who tried to get your number. I needed to keep a closer eye on you sweetheart. Which is what led me to this. I watched as you settled in for the night, turning out your lights, staying up on your phone for a few hours. Then you finally falling asleep.
It didn't take long for you to wake up in the room I had specially decorated for you. You looked panicked and frantic as you woke up tied to the bed.
"PETER?! What the fuck-" You start, but I hush you, trailing my fingers over your jaw and leaning down to whisper.
"It's alright my sweet. It's just me and you now." I pepper light kisses along your neck before biting your collar bone.
Yeah, I'm keeping you forever.
I'm so sorry this one is crap, I promise to do better next time 😭😭😭😭
⚠️Warnings ⚠️ Smut, bandage, oral, degradation, spark play, masochisim, sadisim. Let me know if I missed something.
It started as just another day. Another long fucking day for Vox. Valentino throwing one of his tantrums and tearing apart Velvet's models. Vox handling business meetings and of course getting interrupted by Velvet's call.
"Your fucking boy toy is having a tantrum." Velvet hissed as soon as Vox answered. Vox sighed and continued writing.
"What's set the prince off this time?" Vox replied dryly, not particularly caring for any drama at the moment. Valentino always was throwing a fit about something, weather it was his bitch, or how a video wasn't filmed right, or how- there's no need to go on.
"How should I know? He's a sensitive little twat- WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT RUFFLED SLEEVES! Melissa, get them out of my sight." Vox winced and turned down the yelling coming from Velvet's side.
"I'll handle it later" Vox waved dismissive.
"Too late, I sent him up to you." She snickers before hanging up, just as Valentino burst through the door. And he was muttering in angry Spanish.
"Esos malditos imbéciles...... Vox, none of them will listen, I tell them one thing they do another!" Valentino whines dramatically, falling onto the couch throwing a particularly flashy hand over his face.
"Reminds me of someone." Vox sighed, trying his best to ignore the overgrown, sex crazed overlord toddler in his office. Valentino continues to whine, Vox tunes him out...... for as long as he can.
Five minutes.
Ten...
Twelve..... Fuck he couldn't take another minute of this.
"Valentino, this can wait until after my paperwork." It wasn't a suggestion. It was a demand. Valentino's lips curled into a smirk.
"But Voooooooooox...." He whines, sitting up letting his robe fall open. That does it. That's it. That was the last of Vox's patients. He stands up swipiping the papers of his desk as he stalked over to Valentino. Grabbing his chin and pulling his face close.
"You want my fucking attention? Fine." Vox growls, a slight glitch sound in his voice. He roughly let go of Valentino's face and walked back to his chair, unzipping his pants and settled down.
"Come on. Come to my light." Vox purred, all lights shutting off except the glow of his TV head. Valentino immediately hopped up and practically skipped over, finally getting the attention he wanted. But as he began to straddle Vox, he was stopped.
"No. You don't deserve that. On. Your. Knees." Vox said as he shoved Valentino to his knees, gripping his head to bring his lips to his throbbing member. A cock Valentino knew well, girth that makes whores feel stretched, a length that is practically in your guts.
"But Voo- mng!" Valentino began to whine, Vox didn't waste time shoving his head down onto his member too the hilt.
"Shut up and suck, you fucking attention whore." Valentino didn't hesitate to move hia head, his long tongue swirling around the tip. But Vox wasn't entertaining foreplay. He shoved Valentino's head back down, hitting Valentino's well trained throat.
"Yeah, you spoiled brat. Always asking for something, always getting what you want. Well. Not. Today." He growls, forcing his head down, up, down, up, at a brutal pace. Valentino tries to place his hands on Vox's thighs, tried to push to get some air. Only to feel cords wrap around his arms forcing them behind his back.
"What, did you think you'd get away with disrupting me while.I work and just be fucked silly. Not this time. No, tonight. You don't getta cum. Tonight it's about me." Vox finally pulled Valentino up for air, who took in big gulps of air, precum and drool connected from his lips to Vox's cock. Vox stands up and dragged Valentino over to the couch,throwing him on there. Valentino's arms still bound behind his back. Vox let sparks form between two fingers, like a taser, and stuck it in Valentino's side. A whoreish cry comes from him, and Vox chuckles. Valentino smirks, knowing hes in for a fun night.
Okay guys! I hope you enjoyed that! It was damn near midnight last night when I wrote this and forgot to post it. Sorry 😭😅. Anyhow, let me know what you think!
⚠️Warnings!!⚠️- Smut. Love hate relationship. Master kink, begging, praise, degradation, pheramone play. Angst.
(Also for clarification, the reader is a dove)
Moans and Valentino's musk filled the air, you weren't sure if they were yours or his anymore. Valentino hadn't stopped since...... fuck you don't even know anymore. A particularly deep thrust pulled you from your thoughts.
"Mi querida paloma~ What could you possibly be thinking about that's not me?" Valentino purrs in your ear, grabbing you by the chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.
"Aw~ Is the poor pájaro cantor too dumb on her master's cock?" He taunts, his accent making every word sound teasing and degrading. But fuck if it didn't turn you on more. You hated him. You really did, by Lucifer you hated him almost as much as Angel Dust does. But you would be lying if you said you hated all of him. By all the rings in hell did you love his cock, his body, his touch.
"Mnngh~" You could only let out a pathetic moan ad he picked up the pace for what felt like the hundredth time. Your thighs a sticky mess of your slick and his cum. Your feathers, clothes and his robe strewn across the room. He caressed your wings as he leaned down to whisper in your ear.
"Answer me, carñio~ Use your words and I'll give you your reward." He said, chucking as you whimper, the words seemingly stuck on your tongue. His fingers grazed your clit.
"Fuck! Yes! Yes! Whatever you want! Just please, please let me cum!" You cry voice laced with desperation, your hips weakly bucking up to meet his.
"Poor baby, you're so desperate. But you didn't answer my question. What were you thinking about?" Valentino hissed, keeping you tettering on the edge, knowing your body well enough to keep you from reaching that high you desperatelycrave.
"Nothing, only you, just you. Please..." You sob, legs shaking from all the positions he's had you in for the past hour? Hours? Doesn't matter. Not when you are this close.
"Only me? Good girl~" He purrs, his fingers finally making contact, circling that sensitive bundle of nerves. Dancing across it.
"That's it, sing for me mi carñio paloma~ Go on, cum on your master's cock." He said, your body responding to his words, the coil in your belly snapping as more of your slick dripped down your thighs, soaking the sheets. He followed soon after, groaning in your ear whispering praise.
"That's fucking it! Esa es mi muñeca buena. Mi niña dulce." You felt his cum fill you again, his pheromones making you high on him. You hardly noticed as he flipped you over sliding back in. He wasn't gonna be done for a while.
You definitely aren't getting saved now. Is your last thought before the smell of him fills your head again
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Let me know what yall think! This was me first post, don't be afraid to tell me.what to work on or fix! Hope yall enjoyed!
ᯓᡣ𐭩 ANON SAYS: I saw a text post and it said something to the effect of him telling you to watch your mouth if you swear when he’s railing your brains out and this made me think of Logan IMMEDIATELY.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 CW: 18+ SMUT MDNI, FEM!READER, established relationship, swearing, smoking, p in v, rough sex, riding, dumbification, degradation, pussy pronouns, logan howlett has a pain kink, god he talks so much shit mid-sex UGHH i hate him, belly bulging, size kink, creampie, porn w/o plot, no use of y/n.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 NAT’S NOTE: everyone needs to thank this anon for single handedly making logan howlett relevant to the blog again. this ask came in my inbox and i genuinely had to set my phone down and just take a lap. i know i don’t really go here anymore but…hope y’all love it!
dividers by me! inspo from love @saradika-graphics!
logan teaches you a lesson…
Logan Howlett is big on manners.
You'd never know it by looking at him. He’s all grit, all sharp edges. You know him too well by now, you can see through all the gruff scowling and machismo.
The man’s old school. He doesn’t like when people interrupt or speak out of turn. Doesn’t like when people whine, or chew with their mouth open, or show up late. He’s got rules, standards. Expectations.
“Say please.”
“Get your elbows off the table.”
“Sit up straight.”
Logan was raised in time where you stood when a lady entered the room, said your pleasantries, and got your mouth washed out with soap if you dared to let a swear slip.
He’s also the biggest fucking hypocrite on the planet.
Even with your tits bouncing in his face, your pussy fluttering around the base of his cock as you ride him hard enough to shake the cheap motel bed frame, he still has the audacity to correct you.
“Fuck–Logan, god, you’re so fucking big–”
A hand slaps your thigh, enough to sting. Not too hard. Not too soft—just right. You moan at the warmth blooming along your skin, rocking down harder on him like it’s a reward.
“Watch yourself.” The cigar in Logan’s mouth bobs up and down as he talks, the cherry red tip burning brighter when he takes another slow drag.
You’ve got both hands splayed out on his hairy chest, the metal of his dog tags clinking together with every bounce. There’s sweat beaded across your brow, dripping down your temple and the length of your spine.
The burn in your thighs is nothing compared to the stretch of him. Thick, hot, pulsing inside you like he owns your pussy, like he’s just gonna sit back and let you fuck your own brain right out of your pretty little head and feel no guilt about it.
The room smells like smoke and sex and something else that’s entirely him.
Logan is leaned up against the scratched headboard, all tan skin and rippling muscle. He’s not even sweating. Smoke curls up past his nose, eyes half lidded, watching you with that dangerous smirk like he’s letting you ride for your sake, not his.
He’s come twice already. You can feel it, the gooey warmth flooding out of your abused hole to drip down the length of his cock and soak the scratchy sheets beneath you. The creamy ring around the base sticks wetly to your drenched folds as you start grinding your hips in slow circles.
Logan hums, another thick plume of smoke flowing from his lips. “Feel’s good, huh?”
His free hand falls to clutch at your hip—a big, strong palm that could crush your pelvis to dust if he wanted to.
You whine, more high pitched than you mean to. “Yes, feel’s so good.”
You moan helplessly, trying to lift yourself again, trying to slam back down. It’s hard—he’s too fucking big, too thick, every drag of him against your insides dizzying and deep, like he’s rearranging something important.
Your head tips back. You swear you can feel him in your belly. And you know he can too, because that big hand drags up from your waist to press flat right over the bulge in your stomach.
“There,” he mutters, rubbing circles into your skin like it soothes the ache instead of making it worse. “That where I’m sittin’, baby?”
You whine, a pathetic sound clawed from the back of your throat. Your hips finally start to rise and fall faster, impaling yourself on the thick length of his cock again and again. The sound of your pussy sucking him in deeper has your ears burning, the wet noise of your slick bouncing off the walls.
You try to nod, but it comes out more like a trembling jerk of your chin. You nails dig little crescent moons into the firm muscle of his pecs, pressing down on the skin until it’s white and threatening to break under your touch.
“Answer me,” Logan rasps, voice thick with smoke and that low growl that never really goes away. “Where am I?”
“In my belly,” you gasp. “Shit, Logan–”
Another sharp slap lands across your ass, this one loud, echoing off the walls of the motel room. You yelp, clenching hard around him.
“What’d I say about that mouth?” he snarls, not even bothering to take the cigar out of his teeth. “You know I don’t like you swearin’ like a goddamn sailor when I’m bein’ so nice and lettin’ you get off.”
You whimper, hips stuttering as he grabs a handful of your ass, spreading you wide. “M’sorry,” you breathe, eyes glassy and wide, “jus’—jus’ feels too good—can’t think.”
He grins around the cigar. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Dumb little thing can barely ride without losin’ her damn mind.”
Logan plants his feet on the mattress, thrusting up hard. Once. Twice. Three times.
It knocks the air from your lungs, a moan getting trapped in the back of your throat as you collapse against his chest. You bury your nose in the space where his neck meets his shoulder, eyes screwed shut. “Fuck–”
“You say ‘fuck’ one more time, sweetheart,” he warns tersely, leaning over to drop the cigar into the ash tray resting on the nightstand. His rhythm doesn’t even falter, doesn't stutter in the slightest. “And I’m puttin’ you on your back.”
You smirk, even through the daze, even with your mouth hanging open and drool threatening to slip from the corner. You lean in closer, enough to speak directly into his ear, hushed and sugary sweet. “Fuck me, Logan.”
The moment shatters like you took a hammer to a pane of glass.
The next second, the world tilts and you’re flat on your back.
Logan’s body blankets yours, his skin white hot where it drags against your own. Those heavy, metal laced bones press you into the mattress so tightly that you can only lay there and take it.
“I said watch your fuckin’ mouth,” he growls, voice like gravel, like it’s been dragged over a hot engine. His hand slaps down hard on your ass, makes your hips jerk forward and your moan catch in your throat. “Usin’ language like that when I’m bein’ so nice to you? That isn’t the sweet girl I know.”
He feels even bigger like this, his cock carving a place for itself inside you so deep you can feel it in your throat. You can feel the fat head pounding against your cervix, the thick vein running along the side dragging across that special bundle of nerves inside you that have your nails raking angry red welts down his back.
You can feel the tacky beads of blood slicking the tips of your fingers before his skin knits itself back together.
Logan groans at the feeling of it, at the pain. His hands tighten around your hips as he thrusts impossibly faster. Impossibly harder. The lewd slap of skin on skin is all you can hear, loud and sticky with sweat and slick and pre-come.
“Count ‘em for me, baby,” he breathes against your skin, fever hot lips brushing the lobe of your ear with every word. “You’re a big girl. Show me what that smart mouth can do.”
You can’t think, can’t talk. You can hardly breath around the choking pleasure, your thighs pressed to your shoulders restricts your breathing enough to make you feel lightheaded in all the best ways.
“Cat got your tongue, baby?” He drags his cock out halfway, the head catching just enough to make your walls flutter and your toes curl, before slamming back in with enough force to jolt your whole body up the mattress. “Come on, now. Count.”
Your brain fizzes like static, like all the lights in your head got knocked loose and the wiring’s melting. Logan’s cock keeps pounding into you, each thrust punching a weak little noise from your throat, but you try.
You try, because he told you to. And that’s what good girls do.
“One.” The word bubbles up raw from your chest, broken and wet and needy.
Logan fucks into you hard.
“T-two.”
“That’s it,” he coaxes, grinning like the devil, like he owns you. And maybe he does—because you don’t know where you end and he begins anymore. Your body’s his to play with, his to use.
Another thrust, hard enough to sting the skin of your ass.
“Three, ah! Logan, please–”
The edge is so close, so sharp. You’re trembling all over, eyes glassy and unfocused as he presses his palm back against the slight bulge in your stomach, grinding the heel of his hand down until you feel like you’re gonna burst.
“You’re takin’ it so fuckin’ good,” Logan growls, and this time it’s not mocking—it’s reverent. “So fuckin’ deep. Look at you. Stuffed full of cock and still cryin’ for more.”
You clench around him at that, tight and involuntary.
“Oh, you like that?” He grins, eyes gleaming wicked. His teeth, sharp and biting, nip along the side of your neck. Bright red marks lay claim to your skin, you know they’ll be a deep, blotchy purple come morning. “That dumb little pussy squeezin’ on me like she’s tryin’ to keep me. Like she don’t already got all of me.”
You nod again, desperate. Sloppy. Mouth hanging open.
He leans in, foreheads touching, breath mingling. “You want it, baby? Want me to come again in this soaked fuckin’ pussy? Fill you up good?”
You make some pathetic, strangled noise in the back of your throat that could’ve meant yes, could’ve meant please, could’ve meant I love you—but all it earns you is a low groan from Logan as he starts fucking you even harder.
“Better not waste it,” he pants, his heavy balls slapping against your ass. “You wanna act like a dumb slut, you take it like one too.”
You’re already gone.
Everything inside you coils and then unravels all at once, your orgasm tearing through you so violently you scream. You wail like it hurts, like you’re scared, like it’s the first time you’ve ever come in your entire life.
You crest over the edge hard, your orgasm tearing through you so violently your whole body seizes. You scream his name, thighs quaking as your pussy clamps down around him like a vice.
Logan doesn’t stop. Doesn’t even slow. Just chases his own high through the tight, spasming grip of your pussy, snarling against your throat as he thrusts through your aftershocks.
Your name falls from his lips like a prayer. Over and over. Each time a little more hoarse. A little more broken.
Logan hisses, the muscles in his back tightening under your calves. “Jesus Christ, you’re squeezin’ me so tight—gonna milk me fuckin’ dry—”
With one last hard thrust, he buries himself in you as deep as he can and groans into your neck like he got shot.
He snarls when he comes, biting down into your neck like you’re prey and he’s more beast than man. You swear you feel it flood you, hot and thick, leaking out around his twitching cock before he even pulls out.
Your body shakes under his, legs locked around his shoulders, hips twitching helplessly as the last embers of your own orgasm fizzles out to smoke.
“Such a messy girl,” he murmurs, rocking into you even after you’ve gone limp, chasing every last drop of heat he can push into you. “Took it so fuckin’ good, baby. So proud of you.”
You whimper something that might be his name, might be gibberish, but it makes him smile.
Logan finally pulls out with a wet, obscene noise—and you can feel the mess of it, sticky and messy, dripping down between your thighs.
You gasp, hips arching slightly as the emptiness throbs.
He just laughs, low and warm. He falls onto his back beside you with a content huff, chest rising and falling with every quick breath.
“Now,” Logan mutters, eyes glittering with satisfaction, “you gonna watch that mouth, or am I gonna have to fuck the rest of the attitude outta you?”
You grin, slow and sly, voice wrecked and syrupy. “Fuck no.”
He growls—and just like that, he’s on you again.
MINI NAT'S NOTE: oh logan howlett how i've missed you. thank you again anon for sending this ask in, your mind is so beautiful and so big and i wish i could kiss it.
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