#DJ Wilson

[basketballjersey]

[macksartblock]

could you do some gothcleats? pretty please

anyone else haunted by snowballs at school dances? no? just me okay

[jimsbeetroot]

Hello dear! how are you? hope ok <3 i really love your writing and would love to ask you for a smut request (only if you want) i would like it to be an imagine of joey finding y/n masturbating and moaning his name, only if you want you can add sex rough and maybe degradation. take your time <3 please and thank you 💗

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 ♱ 𝐣𝐨𝐞𝐲 𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧

love this! thank you for the request!!

warnings! smut, smut and very much smut! rough sex! degradation, punishment, fingering and so much more

summary; joey teaches reader a lesson for thinking she could do better than him

words; 1569

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IT WAS LATE, and the house was too quiet. Joey wouldn’t be home for at least another hour, but you couldn’t wait any longer. The need had been building all day, a slow, simmering burn that you’d tried to ignore, but it was impossible to deny. Your body ached with longing, a desire that only he could satisfy, but he wasn’t here.

Your fingers itched to touch, to find some relief, and before you knew it, you were naked on your bed, your hand between your legs, searching for the pleasure, the one only he could give you.

Your mind was filled with thoughts of Joey—his hands, his mouth, the way he commanded every inch of your body when you were together.

Your fingers moved in desperate strokes, slick with arousal, and you couldn’t stop the soft moans that slipped from your lips, his name on your tongue like a prayer.

“Joey,” you whispered, the sound of it spurring you on as you dipped your fingers deeper, chasing the release that teased at the edges of your consciousness. Your back arched off the mattress, your breath hitching as you imagined him here, hovering over you, his intense eyes locked on yours, his voice rough and possessive as he told you how much he wanted you.

But no matter how much you tried, no matter how fast or slow your fingers moved, it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t him. Your frustration grew, a whimper of desperation escaping your lips. You needed him. God, you needed him so badly.

Lost in your own world, you didn’t hear the front door open, didn’t hear the sound of his footsteps coming up the stairs. All you could focus on was the growing ache between your thighs, the pressure building, and how close you were—so close—when suddenly, a voice cut through the haze of your desire like a knife.

“Enjoying yourself, kitten?”

Your eyes flew open, heart lurching in your chest as you turned your head to find Joey standing in the doorway, his expression dark and dangerous. The shock of being caught was like ice water on your skin, and you froze, your hand still buried between your legs.

“Joey,” you gasped, scrambling to sit up, but before you could move, he was there, his hand wrapping around your wrist in a bruising grip as he yanked your fingers out of your pussy.

“I asked you a question,” he growled, his voice low and menacing. “Were you enjoying yourself, kitten? Did you think you could get off without me?”

“I—I wasn’t—” You stammered, but the words caught in your throat as he brought your wet fingers to his mouth, his tongue flicking out to taste you. The sight of it sent a fresh wave of arousal through you, but there was no mistaking the anger in his eyes, the tension in his grip. He wasn’t pleased.

“You weren’t what?” he mocked, his eyes never leaving yours. “Weren’t thinking about me while you touched yourself? Weren’t moaning my name like a needy little slut?”

His words hit you like a blow, sharp and cutting, and you felt the sting of tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. “I was thinking about you,” you whispered, voice trembling. “I couldn’t wait, Joey. I needed you, but you weren’t here, and I—”

“So, you thought you could just take care of it yourself?” he cut you off, his tone dripping with disdain. “You think you can do a better job than me, kitten? Is that it?”

“No!” You shook your head frantically, desperate to make him understand. “No, Joey, I didn’t mean—”

“Shut up.” The command was harsh, and you obeyed instantly, your breath catching in your throat. His hand tightened around your wrist, his other hand coming up to grip your chin, forcing you to look at him. His eyes were dark, filled with a possessiveness that sent a shiver down your spine. “You don’t get to touch yourself without my permission. You don’t get to come without me. Do you understand?”

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest, the weight of his dominance pressing down on you in a way that made your pulse race with equal parts fear and excitement. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

“Sorry isn’t good enough, kitten,” Joey snarled, his gaze piercing as he released your chin and shoved you back onto the bed. “I’m going to teach you a lesson. A lesson you won’t forget.”

You barely had time to register his words before he grabbed your legs, spreading them wide as he settled between your thighs. His eyes were locked on your exposed, glistening cunt, and the intensity of his gaze made your breath hitch in your throat. He replaced your fingers with his. You gasped at the sensation. Joey leaned down between your legs and grabbed on to your thighs, holding them spread apart. You whimpered when he blew on your sensitive skin, the hair on your neck standing up. He worked roughly, leaving no time for you to adjust or get into his rhythm. He merely plunged his two fingers in and out of you so fast, that you weren't quite sure, as to what was happening anymore. You hissed and groaned, using the pillow beside you to muffle your screams. “You were so horny, for this weren't you? Couldn't even wait a day for my fingers, could you?” Joey taunted and looked up at you with a devilish grin. He suddenly retrieved his fingers from your cunt and for the first time ever, you were almost relieved. He’d been so fast, so brutal with your cunt that it was nearly aching.

You were taken aback by his fury. You’d expected him to be flattered, but he was seeing red.

“You think you can do a better job than me?” he hummed, his voice low and dangerous.

Joey stood up and fumbled with his jeans, the chains clinging together as he dropped them to the ground. He took a step towards the edge of the bed and leaned down, positioning himself on his knees. He leaned over and grabbed a hold of your ankles, pulling at them roughly towards him, so that you were perfectly aligned in front of him. Your heart raced as Joey pulled his hard cock out of his boxers. He positioned himself between your thighs, his eyes dark with intent as he stared down at your exposed, glistening pussy. You were so wet, so ready for him, but he wasn’t going to make this easy for you. Not after what you’d done.

“Let’s see how much you can handle, kitten.”

Before you could respond, he slammed into you with one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. The force of it knocked the breath from your lungs, and you cried out, your back arching off the mattress as the sudden intrusion stretched you wide. Joey didn’t give you a moment to adjust, didn’t offer you any reprieve as he set a punishing pace, each thrust deep and unrelenting.

“Is this what you wanted?” Joey growled, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise as he drove into you with merciless force. “You wanted to get fucked, didn’t you, kitten? You couldn’t wait for me, so you had to do it yourself. You had to touch yourself like a dirty little whore.”

His one hand travelled up to pinch your nipple and the pain made you gasp.

His words cut deep, but they only fueled the fire burning inside you. You were helpless beneath him, overwhelmed by the intensity of his thrusts, the roughness of his grip, but it was everything you craved. Your body responded to his dominance, the sting of his degrading words only pushing you closer to the edge.

“Tell me how much you need me,” Joey demanded, his voice sharp and commanding. “Tell me you can’t get off without me, kitten.”

“I can’t,” you gasped, tears streaming down your cheeks as your nails dug into the sheets. “I can’t, Joey. I need you. I need you so bad.”

“That’s right,” he growled, his hand wrapping around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your breath hitch, to make your head spin with a dizzying mix of fear and pleasure. “You belong to me, kitten. Every part of you is mine. No one else can make you feel this way. No one else can fuck you like I can.”

A whimper escaped your lips as his grip tightened, his thrusts growing even more intense, each one driving you closer to the brink. The heat pooled low in your belly, the pressure building to an almost unbearable peak, and you knew you were close—so close—but you wouldn’t let yourself fall until he gave you permission. Until he told you you could.

“You’re going to come for me, kitten,” Joey hissed, his voice rough with his own impending release. “But only when I say so. Only when I give you permission. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” you choked out, your vision blurring as you teetered on the edge of oblivion. “Please, Joey, I need to come. Please let me come.”

His grip on your throat tightened even more, cutting off your air, making your head swim as he leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. “Come for me, kitten. Now.”

The command sent you spiraling over the edge. With a choked cry, your body convulsed beneath him, your orgasm crashing over you with a force that left you trembling, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. Your walls clenched tight around his cock, pulling him deeper, and Joey groaned, his release following yours as he buried himself to the hilt, his warmth flooding you.

For a long moment, you were both lost in the aftermath, your bodies still shaking, hearts pounding in unison as you lay there, tangled together on the bed. You could feel the rapid beat of his heart against your chest, the heavy rise and fall of his breath as he slowly came down from his high.

Finally, Joey pulled out of you, rolling onto his side as he gathered you into his arms, his demeanor softening as he held you close. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his fingers brushing through your hair as he murmured, “Good girl, kitten. That’s what I like to hear.”

You snuggled into his chest, your body still quivering from the intensity of it all, but there was a deep sense of satisfaction, of comfort in the way he held you, in the warmth of his embrace. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice small and shaky.

Joey kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a moment before he spoke, his voice a soft rumble against my hair. “You’re forgiven, kitten. But remember, you don’t need to do that on your own. I’ll always be here to take care of you.”

His words soothed the last remnants of your fear, replacing it with a warmth that spread through your chest

[m4rc3y]

still looking for the other pages😔

[progenyofw0e]

average interaction with sid

[atomicdarc]

red

[ramp-it-up]

All I Want

Paring: Mob Boss! Steve Rogers x Reader

Word count: 3.4 K

Summary: Steve has left you alone for a week with no explanation. Will you let him back into your life?

Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI, SMUT, Lil bit of ANGST. A lot of FLUFF Not Beta’d. All mistakes my own. A slap on the face, organized crime, implied violent retaliation, Bucky’s arm injury implied, Steve simping for reader, reader watching porn, sloppy toppy, gagging, swallowing, coached masturbation, oral (m/f receiving) fingering, nipple play, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up!) breeding kink, size kink, violence (due to mob world).

A/N: This is a bonus for  #DJ’sAllIWant4KChristmas and based on this ask and any other requests for a part 2 to Try a Little Tenderness. Here it is babes, I hope you like it as much as the first part. Happy New Year! 🍾

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Sam came, and he watched as you paced in your closed store the first day after the dust up at DUMBO. He told you minimal information, just that Bucky was alive and that he was going to stay there per Steve’s ‘request’ until he asked him to leave.

“I’m opening my store today.”

“No. You are not.”

Sam was usually nice, with that beautiful smile on display whenever he picked up Steve’s gifts. But now, he was steadfast.

You were hot. Not only at Steve for not telling you the whole story, but at everyone.

You couldn’t just sit around all day. You walked up to Sam and stood toe to toe.

“Take off that expensive jacket.”

You had an apron with the store logo in your hand.

Hours later, Sam took a break from helping you do store inventory to take a call. You kept working as he stepped into the back room. Then, you walked back to listen.

You peeked around your corner to see Sam letting out a sigh of relief.

“Good. At least that’s progress? He squeezed your hand?”

He paused.

“I know he has a long way to go, but you know Buck’s a fighter.”

“…Yes. Steve. I’m trying, but you know she’s stubborn…She’s okay. She’s a pistol, and she’s working me to death. She’s pissed at you though. At all of us. Yeah… I don’t think I can protect you from that. I’ll tell her it will be a while…”

You went back to your spreadsheet feeling some kind of way. Steve had time to call Sam, but not you. Okay.

Sam stepped out of the back room.

“Bucky’s alive. He was very badly injured, his left arm is…”

Sam paused, looking at you warily.

You looked back at him relieved, yet anxious at the same time.

“Let’s just say that he has a long road.”

You nodded and swallowed.

“What about Steve?”

You hated yourself for asking Sam. You should have been talking to Steve. But you couldn’t help it.

“He’s fine. Just has some… work to do right now.”

Your stomach dropped and you lifted your chin.

“What Steve does with his time has nothing to do with me, Sam. I don’t own him and he certainly does not own me.”

You were ready to fight.

“It’s not like we’re in a relationship. Steve’s fine, Bucky’s alive. So you can go now.”

You looked him in the eye so that he could get the message.

Sam shook his head.

“That’s not gonna happen Y/N.”

You glared at him.

“Tell your Boss that I’m sending you back.”

Sam advanced upon you, but you knew he wouldn’t hurt you.

“Learn this, Y/N. Steve’s not my Boss. He’s my friend, and just like Bucky, he’s my partner. I'm doing him a favor making sure you’re alright. That’s what friends do. You can’t send me back.”

You two stared at each other. This must be what it was like to have a brother.

“You know you’re very annoying.”

“Same, lady.”

You fought the urge to laugh and wanted to stick your tongue out at him.

“Get back to work. We have the entire stockroom to count.”

Sam shook his head and obliged.

Six days later, on Christmas Eve, the bell rang, signaling someone opening the door. You turned with a smile to greet the customer to see Steve standing there.

It was liked the wind was knocked out of you.

Steve stood there, staring at you, looking very tired, but with those same sparkling blue eyes. And he had the nerve to smile at you.

“Can I have the usual?”

He was a sight for sore eyes. You’d spent the week worried and frustrated, in addition to mad as hell. But he looked so damn good.

You walked over to Steve, and gazed up at him as he beamed down on you. You did the only thing you could think to do.

You slapped him.

“How dare you!”

Sam, who was in his apron behind the register, audibly gasped, because it didn’t end well with the last woman who slapped Steve. She’d ended up climbing out of a dumpster where Steve had unceremoniously placed her.

You looked over at Sam.

“Here is your friend, Sam. Talk to him. Because I certainly won’t.”

Steve’s heart was beating a mile a minute as he rubbed his face. That fire pent up inside you signaled a need for release. He watched you hungrily as you left, then turned back to Sam.

You stormed upstairs toward your apartment, hearing the beginnings of thier conversation.

“I thought we agreed to keep the store closed, Sam.”

“Well, the store’s owner might have a little to say to that. Have you ever tried to get her to do something she didn’t want to do?…”

You went upstairs, straight to the kitchen, reaching for your liquor cabinet. It was only noon, but you needed a drink.

You heard the door open behind you and did not turn around. You heard his steps into the kitchen, but you were immovable.

“Pour me one?”

You reached for a glass and slammed it down on the counter next to you, then poured some Uncle Nearest into it. You still didn’t look at him, but you shivered as he stepped behind you, nearly touching you to reach around for the glass, but only sharing his body heat.

“I deserve your anger, Ambrosia, But at the beginning, I genuinely thought that you knew who I was. I mean….”

You spun around, eyes full of fire, facing down Steve’s desire for you. And there was something else in his eyes. But you launched in nevertheless.

“At no time over dinner, or while you were sweet talking me into bed, did you mention that you were the head of an international crime organization. And then you put my business in danger. And apparently my life???”

Steve sighed and scrubbed his face.

“I know you’re angry, Baby, but you gotta listen to me.”

You closed your mouth and crossed your arms.

Steve’s face softened. At least you weren’t running away.

“I said at the beginning I thought you knew who I was. But then I realized that you didn’t know me as Steve Rogers the big bad dude, I was just that one customer who was sweet on you and sent gifts. And that made me fall for you even more.”

When he said ‘fall for you,’ your eyes went to his.

“Yeah, I said it.”

“Steve…”

You were trying to remain upset, but he was so sincere. Your resolve was weakening.

“Fall for me? You haven’t spoken to me in a week, Steve. You called Sam every day but…”

“I had work to do. Bucky was injured and he was touch and go. And I had to take care of… I had to take care of some things.”

He looked at you and slowed down.

“You had work to do? So did I. But you told me to close my store. You couldn’t have taken a few minutes to call, to text? I figured I didn’t mean as much to you as I thought.” 

You looked down at your dirty chucks, and at Steve’s Ferragamos.

Steve moved closer and tilted your head up by your chin. The electricity from his fingers was almost too much.

“No, Ambrosia.”

Steve’s eyes were wild now, and desperate. He wanted you to understand so badly, but he knew it would seem outlandish.

“You mean so much more. I fell for you because there were no expectations. I kept buying you gifts and you kept sending them back. And I thought you didn’t want me. But then when I asked you on a date and you accepted, I realized that…”

“…That all I want is you.”

You looked up at him and bit your lip. Steve could hardly contain himself.

“I can listen to you, Steve. And I would have listened if you called.”

Steve leaned down and kissed your lips softly. He groaned when you yielded to him, opening your mouth and peeking out your little tongue. He wanted to ravage you, but first, you had to understand.

“You’ve got to know. You’ve got to know that you change me Ambrosia. With you I am a different man. I couldn’t call you because you make me weak.”

Steve kissed your frown and started talking again.

“With you, weak is a good thing. I am gentle, I am kind. I am patient.”

Steve looked into your eyes. 

“I am in love.”

You gasped. 

“Steve…”

“You gotta listen. When I left, all I could think about, besides Bucky, was you. Your smile, your wit, your laugh, your body. How it felt to make love to you. To be inside you. To make you cum. Do you remember, do you remember how it felt?”

You smiled and nodded, playing with the St. Christopher’s medal around his neck.

“Look at me. Do you remember? Use your words.”

You clenched at his command. And you obeyed.

“Yes, Steve. I remember. I was sore for three days.”

Your admission and the new huskiness in your voice made him pull you closer and you could feel the pulsing in his pants. You also felt his heart beating in his chest.

“Fuck, Ambrosia. You make me wanna ruin you again.”

The way you looked at him indicated that you wanted the same. Steve felt his knees almost give out. He chuckled.

“See? You make me weak in the knees. Thoughts of you make me soft. And for what I had to do, I couldn’t be. D’you understand?”

You tried to think rationally. You knew what he was saying without saying it. He had to do horrible things. You watched the news this past week. You knew what Steve was responsible for. But you didn’t care. Bucky was always nothing but kind to you. And he was Steve’s best friend.

You thought about what you would have done in this situation. You looked back up at Steve.

“I understand.”

You bit your lip again.

“And I am still standing here with you because it is too late for me to tell you to leave. I endured Sam sleeping on my couch for a week and protecting me because I love you too, Steve. I think I have been in love with you for months now. And then, last week...”

Your hands moved to slip his jacket off his shoulders, kneading them and feeling the tension there. Steve’s eyes sought yours again.

“You love me too?”

“Yes, are you tired?”

“Exhausted, but… You want me to stay?”

“Yes…”

Your hand was on the outside of Steve’s pants, grasping his hardness and making him groan, knowing that he was leaking in his underwear. His hands moved up your sides and lifted you up to sit on the counter.

He dove into your neck, inhaling your scent and giving you gentle kisses that made you arch your back and your breasts into his chests. Then, he started sucking hickeys into you as his hands came up to knead and grasp you, and to tease your nipples with his thumbs.

“All week I’ve gone to bed and woken up rock hard to visions of you. Didn’t wanna jack off. I need you Ambrosia. Need to see you cum again. Need to bury myself deep inside you. Need for you to hug me in all the ways. Need to see your beautiful body. Need to sleep with you in my arms. I’m tired. Tired of being without you.”

You nuzzled his ear, knowing that the only important thing right now was his need. And yours.

“Sounds like you need me to suck your dick.” 

You felt bold because he wasn’t looking at you.

The man literally growled in your ear and then picked you up, still wrapped around him like a vine, and carried you to your bedroom. He sat you down on your bed and looked down on you as you looked up at him.

“What did you say?”

Steve made sure to hold your head up so you could look him in the eye. Your eyes watered as you licked your lips and took a deep breath.

“I said, I want to suck your dick.”

“That’s… what I thought you said.”

Steve continued to hold your head by your chin, and stuck his thumb in your mouth as he undid his pants. You squirmed as you got wet at the sound of his belt clanging on the floor and sucked his thumb like it was going out of style.

Steve could hardly catch his breath for anticipation and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He looked down at you as he pumped his massively hard cock in your face.

“I want to be very, very rough with you, but I’m not going to hurt you, Baby. You want this?”

Steve moved himself to within an inch of your lips.

“Please…” 

You made to move closer, but he held you fast. You almost felt his dick jump when you saw it. You squirmed again.

“Can you take it?”

You managed to extend your tongue and collect the drops of precum on his tip, making Steve shiver as his blazing eyes looked down on you.

“Fuck my face…”

“Holy!”

Steve grabbed both sides of your head as you opened wide and accepted him into your mouth.

“That hot little mouth, holy shit, Ambrosia. How do you…”

You concentrated and allowed him to push past your tonsils to your throat, then suckled him as he pulled out, tracing your tongue along the vein on the underside of his cock. You ran your hands up his sides, tracing his v cut and abs upward under his shirt. Steve scrambled to take it off, and then pulled you off of him to take your shirt off.

“Where did you learn that?”

Steve raised his eyebrow as you grabbed for him again. He tried to be gentle, but you wouldn’t allow it, as you bottomed out again.

This time when you pulled off, gasping you said one word, “Porn,” and then started slurping sloppily again.

Steve stood there, head thrown back as you took his hips and went to town.

“Thank goodness for technology.”

You hummed your agreement, and then went for the gold.

“Ho-ho-holyyyyy. I’m gonna, fuckkkk Ambrosia, I’m gonna…”

You started gagging louder and finally, Steve took your head in order to use your mouth for his pleasure.

“It’s gonna be a lot… “

Steve was looking down on you with lust and you basked in it.

“You gonna swallow?”

You nodded eagerly, as Steve bared his teeth with an effort to hold back. You played with his balls, and he couldn’t anymore.

“Swallow like a good… fucking… girl…”

With those three thrusts, Steve sent a torrent of spend past your lips. You gulped it down and Steve thought he’d died and gone to heaven. He fell to his knees and you hugged him, assenting to his kiss so that he could taste himself on you.

“Thank you for that. Now I can think straight.”

He moved to push you back on the bed. 

“So, my sweet Ambrosia has been watching porn, huh?”

“I missed you Steve. Missed your cock.”

Steve shook his head.

“I’m sorry, Baby. I’m so sorry.”

Steve was now taking off your shoes, pants, and panites. He kissed your thighs and spread your legs with his hands. He was looking deep into your intimate parts. 

“My little sweet flower. Still so beautiful. But now she’s so sloppy.”

Those blue eyes looked at you, and your cheeks warmed.

“What happened?”

That deep voice.

“You know, Steve…”

“You like sucking my cock, yeah?”

“Yes, I do. Been dreaming of it.”

Steve grunted. His cock coming back to life at your words.

“You been touching yourself?”

“I have, but nothing compares to you. Didn’t know if I would see you again. Was thinking of getting a toy.”

Steve looked angry for a second.

“Never doubt, as long as I have breath in my body. You will see me again.” 

His eyes flicked down your body, reminding you of possession.

“Show me how you touched yourself. I wanna watch. Will you let me watch you cum?”

You squirmed at the request.

“Ssteeevvveeee!”

“Don’t be shy. Look. I’ll join you.” 

Steve leaned up on his elbow and started stroking his dick, making you wetter than you already were.

You bit your lip and slid your hands from your tits down your sides, one moving back up to play with your nipple, and the other finding your clit. You licked your lips as your fingers played in your slippery slit and lubricated your button. The sound was pornographic as your movements indicated how wet you were.

You watched as Steve opened his mouth and moved his hand faster.

“Put your fingers inside, baby. Pretend they’re mine.”

You shivered as you obeyed and your thumb tuned your body to a marvelous frequency with Steve watching. It was so erotic. You started to cum when Steve started moaning. 

“How pretty. Y’look so pretty getting off. Pretty little fingers in that gorgeous hole. My sweet Ambrosia…”

He was descending toward your center, breath hot on your cunt.  He inhaled deeply, taking in the essence of you.

“Let me be your toy…”

And his lips wrapped around your vibrating clitoris, sliding it between his lips quickly at first, causing you to jump, then, when his strong hands held your thighs open, he suckled it completely into his mouth and used his tongue to try and suck the life out of you.

You screamed and Steve slipped a finger inside your tight hole, thrusting gently at first, and then  adding another finger and becoming more insistent in the quest for your orgasm.

You came very quickly, knees around his head before he pried them off and then held you open. Steve blew on your cunt to extend the sensations, and thrummed your clit while you begged him to stop. The quivers were extended as he came up and sucked your nipples, and pulling his hair only spurred him on longer.

When you finally, finally came down, your hoarse voice complained to, 

“All my stars and heavens, Steve!”

“How can you be so fucking cute and so damn sexy at the same time. My dream girl.”

Steve kissed your forehead as you grabbed his cock and started pumping.

“Gimme.”

Steve tried to frown at you.

“So demanding.”

“Steve please.”

“You want this dick?”

Your breathy “Yes!” almost made him almost cum in your hand. 

“You. Are going to be the death of me.”

Steve held your thighs in your hands and pushed them up beside you.

His stiff cock seemed to know the way home as he positioned himself at your entrance. He slid the thick head inside you as you keened as you knew his shaft was almost as thick.

“You okay, Baby?”

“Hnnngh.. Oh Steve…give me more…”

Steve almost exploded at your face and the way you were squeezing him.

“Okay.. I don’t really wanna… hurt…”

“Hurt me pleaseeeee.”

“Shiiiitttttttt.”

Steve slid into your very wet canal and stayed there as you wrapped all of your limbs around him as you got used to his girth again.

“I-I-I can’t… I’m gonna cum… inside… I can’t… you’re gripping me so… so so tight…”

“Mmmmmmghhh! Give me!”

And Steve started moving, slowly at first, and as you urged him on, faster and deeper.

“I had plans for how I was gonna… fuck…”

“Oh my god… Steve, I’m…”

“I wanted to go nice and slow… ohhhhhh…”

When he felt you quiver around him was when he started cumming.

“Fuck! It’s too soon… oh my god you feel so good…”

Steve buried his face into your neck, huffing and puffing as his cum spurted out of him and into your warm goodness. You felt every splash of his hot ejection inside you and briefly considered the consequences.

So did Steve.

“Oh shit, I came inside you.”

Steve looked pretty pleased with himself. You had to laugh.

“I can’t with you, Steve.”

“I believe you just did.”

You both chuckled as he kissed you and collapsed on the bed.

Steve pulled you close.

“Sam is probably down there dealing with customers…still got bills to pay. The lights, the mortgage…”

You were dumping the last thoughts out of your head as you were falling asleep.

“Not the mortgage anymore. Valkyrie bought it from Wells Fargo…”

Steve sighed and kissed you on the forehead, exhaustion finally catching up with him.

“Oh, ” You replied as you snuggled closer to him. 

And both of you fell into the warm embrace of deep sleep for an afternoon nap.

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𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡, 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧 ♱ 𝐣𝐢𝐦 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐭

part three of the stains trilogy, if you will.

1. stains | 2. burns

warnings! smut! bratty? rough sex! foreplay! age gap relationship!

words; 3145

summary; after a night of disobeying jim completely, you wake up and face your not-so-pleased boyfriend. you, as you’ve promised, clean up that stupid couch, only for it to get messy again.

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YOU WOKE UP WITH YOUR HEAD POUNDING, the harsh light streaming through the window only making it worse. Your throat was dry, your body felt heavy, and every inch of you reminded you of the drinks you’d downed last night.

You groaned, burying your face into the pillow, trying to piece together the events that led you to this miserable morning.

But the clearer the memories got, the more you cringed. You’d promised Jim you’d keep it together—just a few drinks with friends at his place, then a call when you were ready to be picked up. Simple, easy. But of course, you’d gone overboard.

You dragged yourself out of bed, slipping into one of Jim’s oversized t-shirts, your bare feet cold against the hardwood floor. You padded softly into the hallway, every step a reminder of your missteps the night before. The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, beckoning you towards the living room.

Jim was already up, sitting on the edge of the couch with a steaming mug in his hand. His expression was calm, composed, but his eyes tracked your every move, a subtle mixture of amusement and annoyance dancing in his gaze. Your heart sank a little at the sight of him. He was wearing those worn-out jeans you loved, paired with a faded band t-shirt, his long hair pulled back in a loose bun. Despite the casual look, there was an air of quiet authority about him, a reminder that he’d been the responsible one while you’d been out of control.

“Morning,” Jim said, his voice low and even.

“Morning,” you mumbled back, feeling a pang of guilt at the warmth of his tone, even after the night you’d put him through.

“You look like hell,” he added with a smirk, taking a sip of his coffee. You rolled your eyes, but there was no heat behind it.

“Thanks, I feel like it too.” You plopped down on the other end of the couch, your gaze drifting to the stain still glaring back at you from the middle cushion. You couldn’t help but snort softly, a fleeting moment of comic relief in an otherwise awkward morning.

Jim’s eyes followed yours, landing on the stain with a small shake of his head. “You’re lucky that’s the least of our worries.”

You bit her lip, trying to suppress a smile. “Guess we got carried away,” you said, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. “You’re not mad about it, are you?”

“No,” Jim said, setting his coffee down on the table, looking out on the living room. All the bottles and spills of alcohol. Jim had taken the table, the dishes and the food. But he’d left the rest for you to clean. “But this-“ he said and pointed out to his living room, -“is a good reminder of why we shouldn’t mix alcohol and promises, especially when you’re involved.”

You felt a flush of embarrassment creeping up your neck. You remembered your drunken persistence in the car, how you’d begged and pleaded until he’d finally relented. You’d promised him peace and quiet once you’d get home, but the moment you’d hit the sheets, you’d been all over him again. And Jim, patient as always, had just refused your advances, gently but firmly reminding you of your agreement.

“I’m sorry,” you said, your voice softer now. “I know I was a brat last night.”

Jim leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest as he regarded you with a calm intensity. “It’s not just about being a brat,” he said, his tone measured. “It’s about the promises you make and then conveniently forget the moment you don’t get your way.”

You squirmed under his gaze, the weight of his words sinking in. You’d been selfish, pushing and pushing until he’d finally given in, and even then, you hadn’t stopped. You’d broken your word to him in more ways than one, and now, staring at the stain on the couch, it all felt embarrassingly childish.

“I’ll clean it,” you said, your voice firmer this time. “I’ll clean everything up.”

“I’ll take the rest if manage to remove that stain. Only because I’m the nicest person in the entire world,” Jim said and your face lit up.

“It’s a dare?” You asked.

“If you want it to be,” Jim shrugged.

He leaned back into the couch, not saying a word as you got up to fetch the cleaning supplies. The quiet was heavy between you, each step feeling like a penance for the chaos you’d caused. You returned with a rag and some cleaner, dropping to your knees beside the couch as you started scrubbing at the stain. Jim watched you, his gaze steady and unreadable, but there was no harshness there, no anger—just that quiet, frustrating patience that made you feel even worse.

As you scrubbed, you couldn’t help but steal glances at him, the way his strong hands cradled the coffee mug, the slight flex of his muscles as he shifted in his seat. Even in his calmness, there was a quiet power to him that always drew you in, made you want to push and provoke just to see what it would take to make him snap.

“Are you just going to watch me?” You asked, half-teasing, half-frustrated, the stain seemingly not vanishing at all.

Jim shrugged. “Someone’s gotta make sure you do it right.”

You narrowed your eyes at him but couldn’t keep the smile off your face. He was infuriating in the way only he could be—unflappable, controlled, always a step ahead of you. It made you want to push further, to find that edge where he might finally lose that composure.

You tossed the rag onto the couch and stood up, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m done,” you said defiantly, even though the stain was still faintly there. Jim’s eyes flicked to the cushion, then back to you, one brow arching slightly.

“You call that clean?”

You huffed, stepping closer until you were standing between his legs, your hands on your hips.

“It’s better than it was.”

Jim met your challenge with a steady gaze, unblinking. “But I didn’t ask you to make it better. I asked you to make it go away.”

You sulked and Jim let the silence stretch between you, tension thick in the air. Your heart raced, the proximity to him, the smell of his cologne, the way his eyes bore into yours—it all made you feel that same reckless desire you had last night. But Jim wasn’t giving in; he was making you stew in it, waiting for you to break first.

“Jim…” you said, your voice a low whine, and you shifted, your knee brushing against his thigh. “I’m sorry, okay? I’ll be good, I promise.”

Jim’s hand moved, his fingers lightly tracing the skin of your thigh, sending shivers up your spine. But his eyes remained fixed on yours, that same infuriating calm still in place. “Promises, promises,” he murmured, his tone making you squirm.

You bit your lip, your patience snapping. You leaned in, your hands resting on his shoulders as you straddled his lap, pressing your body against his. “Please, Jim,” you whispered, your voice needy, desperate. “I need you.”

Jim’s grip tightened on your thigh, his eyes darkening as he finally let his restraint slip, just a little. “You’ve been nothing but trouble,” he said, his voice low and rough. “Kept me up all night, made promises you couldn’t keep…”

Your breath hitched, your hips grinding down against him, seeking friction. “I’ll keep them now,” you promised, your voice breathless. “Please, Jim, I’ll do anything.”

Jim’s hand moved to your waist, his touch firm as he guided your movements. “You’d better,” he said, his tone a mix of warning and promise. He pulled you closer, his lips hovering just above yours but not quite touching, making you whine in frustration. He brushed his lips against yours softly, teasingly, before pulling back just enough to see the desperation in your eyes.

“Patience, Y/N,” he whispered, his lips ghosting along your jawline as his hands roamed under your shirt, fingers brushing over your bare skin with maddening slowness. Your breath caught, your head falling back as he took his time exploring you, his touch light but deliberate. He pulled your shirt up and over your head, tossing it aside without a second thought as his lips moved down your neck, placing soft, open-mouthed kisses that made you shiver.

You squirmed in his lap, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as your hips rolled against him. You felt him harden beneath you, his cock pressing against you through both of your clothes.

Jim was in no rush. His hands slid up to your breasts, cupping them firmly before pinching your nipples, making you gasp. He smiled against your skin at your reaction, loving the way you responded to his touch.

“Jim, please,” you whimpered, your body aching for more as you ground against him, seeking the friction you desperately needed. But Jim was relentless, his pace slow and controlled, savoring every sound that fell from your lips. His mouth moved lower, kissing a trail down your chest, over the swell of your breasts, before taking one of your nipples into his mouth. He sucked lightly, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud, making you cry out and arch into him.

Your hands roamed over his back, nails digging in as your movements grew more frantic, your need for him becoming unbearable. “I need you,” you pleaded, your voice breaking. “Jim, please, I can’t—”

Jim pulled back, his lips slick and swollen from his ministrations, his eyes meeting yours with a heat that sent a jolt of arousal straight through you.

“You really are impatient,” he teased, but the way his breath hitched told you, that he was just as affected as you were.

Jim reached down between you, deftly unbuttoning his jeans, and freed himself from the confines of his clothes. Your eyes widened as you watched, your breath hitching at the sight of him—hard, thick, and ready. You licked your lips, your need for him amplifying as you reached down to stroke him, feeling his length twitch under your touch. Jim groaned, his grip on her hips tightening as your hand worked over him, slow and deliberate, matching the rhythm he’d been teasing you with.

“Enough,” Jim growled, his patience finally snapping. He grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand away as he positioned you above him. “You want it? Then take it.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You lifted yourself up, positioning him at your entrance, the anticipation making you shiver.

With one smooth motion, you sank down onto him, a sharp gasp escaping your lips as he filled you completely. The stretch, the fullness, the sheer heat of him inside you—it was overwhelming in the best way, every nerve in your body lighting up with pleasure.

“Fuck, Jim,” you moaned, your head falling back as you took him in to the hilt, your thighs trembling around him. Jim gritted his teeth, his hands gripping your hips as he fought to maintain control, every muscle in his body tensing as he resisted the urge to just flip you over and fuck you senseless.

“Move,” he commanded, his voice strained, the last threads of his composure slipping as you began to roll your hips, your pace slow and torturous. You set a rhythm, rocking back and forth, your movements smooth and fluid as you found your pace. Jim’s eyes darkened as he watched you, the sight of you struggling to cope with the pleasure, the way your body moved with such wanton need, was enough to drive him to the edge.

Your moans filled the room, your hands braced against Jim’s chest as you rode him, your movements growing faster and more erratic as the pleasure built inside you.

Jim met your pace with hard, deliberate thrusts, each one hitting that perfect spot inside you that had you seeing stars. You could feel yourself teetering on the brink, the coil in your stomach tightening with every roll of your hips.

“Right there,” you panted, your nails digging into his chest as you chased your high. “Oh god, right there—don’t stop.”

Jim’s hands roamed over your body, one sliding up your back to fist in your hair, pulling your head back so he could claim your mouth in a bruising kiss. His other hand slipped between you, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing tight circles that had you crying out into his mouth. The combined sensations—the fullness of him inside you, the relentless pressure on your clit, the heat of his lips against yours—it was all too much, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Come on,” Jim murmured against your lips, his voice rough and commanding. “Come for me, Y/N.”

That was all it took.

Your body tensed, your back arching as you shattered around him, a broken moan ripping from your throat as you came undone. Your muscles clenched tight around him, your walls fluttering as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you, leaving you trembling in his arms.

Jim watched as you shattered around him, your body trembling with the force of your orgasm, your moans echoing off the walls.

Your nails raked down his chest, your head thrown back in ecstasy as you rode out every wave of pleasure. But Jim wasn’t done.

As soon as he felt you starting to relax, he moved.

With a swift, decisive motion, Jim flipped you onto your back, spreading your legs wide, whipping one of them over his shoulder as he settled between them. There was no hesitation, no teasing this time. He thrust into you hard, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful stroke that tore a scream from your throat. The sound was raw, unfiltered, and it sent a bolt of pure lust straight through him.

Jim gripped your thigh, fingers digging into your thigh as your leg flexed over his shoulder in reaction to his punishing pace, his thrusts fast, hard, and deep, driving into you with a single-minded focus.

His jaw was clenched, eyes locked onto yours as he took you exactly the way he wanted—relentless and unrestrained. He watched your face contort in pleasure, your mouth open in a continuous stream of moans and cries that spurred him on, each sound you made only pushing him closer to the edge.

“Fuck, Jim!” You gasped, your hand scrabbling for purchase against his upper arm, your nails digging in as you tried to keep up with his brutal pace. You were still sensitive from your orgasm, every thrust sending shocks of overstimulation through you, but you didn’t want him to stop. The sheer force of his movements, the intensity of his gaze—it was too much and yet not enough all at once.

Jim could feel you squeezing around him, your body still responding even after your climax, and it drove him wild. He shifted his angle slightly, driving deeper, harder, each thrust a forceful reminder of how much he needed this.

He was chasing his own release now, every stroke a means to an end, each one rougher than the last. He loved the way you screamed for him, the way your body arched off the couch, your legs trembling as Jim assisted you in lifting your one leg off his shoulder and instead wrapped both your legs around his waist, pulling him in closer.

“Yeah, you like that?” Jim growled, his voice rough and edged with need. He leaned down, his breath hot against your ear as he pounded into you, relentless and fierce. “Fucking scream for me.”

You did exactly that, your voice breaking as you cried out, your body writhing beneath him. You were lost in the feeling, the way he stretched you, filled you, pushed you right back to the edge of pleasure-pain that you couldn’t get enough of. You clung to him, nails scratching down his back, urging him on as he took you harder, faster, his thrusts shaking the couch beneath them.

Jim’s breathing was ragged, his control slipping as he chased his own climax. He was focused entirely on the way you felt around him, the tight, wet heat of her drawing him deeper, the way your body trembled with every powerful thrust. He could feel himself getting close, his muscles tightening, the need for release building to an unbearable peak.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned, his rhythm growing more erratic as he lost himself in the sensation. He gripped your hips even tighter, driving into you with a ferocity that left you gasping, every stroke pushing you further and further until you were on the brink again.

Jim’s head fell forward, his hair coming loose from its tie, strands sticking to his sweat-slicked skin. His movements became more desperate, each thrust a plea for release, each one harder and deeper until finally, he felt himself teeter on the edge. With a low, guttural moan, he thrust into you one last time, burying himself as deep as he could go as he came, the pleasure ripping through him like a tidal wave.

He could feel every pulse, every throb of his release as he filled you, his body shuddering with the force of it. You held him close, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, your own breath coming in short, ragged gasps as you clung to him, the intensity of his orgasm sending shockwaves through you as well.

You stayed like that for a moment, tangled together, both of you breathing heavily as you came down from your high.

You pulled Jim down to meet your face and he rested his forehead against yours, your breaths mingling, the silence between you comfortable and charged.

Jim’s hands gently stroked your cheek, soothing her as you shivered, the aftershocks of your orgasm still rippling through you.

“Feel better?” Jim asked, his voice softer now, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

You laughed breathlessly, your body still trembling from the intensity of it all. “Yeah,” you admitted, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Much better.”

You both sat up and you nestled yourself in Jim’s lap.

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close as he buried his face in your neck, placing a gentle kiss there. “Good,” he murmured.

“But that stain isn’t gone.”

You whipped your head to look at him, your lips formed in a thin line. “I’ll clean the rest. It’s fine.”

You shrugged. You deserved to clean up your mess.

Jim glanced over at the stain, smirking.

“You know,” he said, his voice filled with wry amusement, “I think, I really just need to invest in some better cleaning supplies.”

You grinned, your hand sliding up his chest to cup his jaw, your thumb brushing over the stubble there. “Or,” you suggested, your voice playful, “we just don’t try to keep it clean at all.”

Jim rolled his eyes, but the smile on his face was unmistakable. “Brat,” he muttered, but his tone was filled with affection.

“Always,” you shot back, your smile wide as she leaned in for another kiss, already thinking of how you might push his buttons next time. But for now, you were content to just bask in the aftermath, wrapped up in Jim’s arms, feeling every bit the troublemaker who’d finally, finally gotten your way.

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I have no clue if this is a regular photo shoot or if this is part of a magazine

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I think I've been dissociating for the past 3 weeks. 0/10 do not recommend I feel like SHIT but nothing feels REAL. 😔💔

anyways here's some pics that are helping me cope 😘♡

honestly my dad when he was younger looked like sid (IM BEING DEAD SERIOUS)😨