#and clean for him and suck his dick and bathe him and handle every annoying thing like bills and finances

[dollservant]

can't wait til i have a nice, well paying job and he can just live like the lazy cat he is while i make us money to get sushi and video games and sex toys 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

[melodylovesklitzy]

Caught in the Prefect’s Bathroom | Fred Weasley Smut |

Fred Weasley x Female reader

Contains: Smut, Mommy kink (near the end), Masturbation, shower/bath sex, sub fred, and a bit of fluff

 Fred was head over heels in love with her. The way she smiled, the way she laughed, the way she yelled, everything she did went straight to his heart. He couldn’t help his eyes as they followed her walking in the hallways. Fred had never imagined himself becoming so in love with a girl who didn’t talk to him, every girl wanted him. Girl after girl came up to Fred, flirting with him and making snide remarks about her, making him angry and forcing them to leave.

He daydreamed about her, going on dates, getting married, having children, and sometimes very very dirty thoughts that caused him to leave for the bathroom to fix his growing problem. He couldn’t help his mind from thinking about her riding him, and the beautiful moans he knew you would make. He couldn’t help but moan your name in the prefect's bathroom (that he had snuck into more than once for privacy). He, however, didn’t know you had been listening to him. Leaning against a wall where he couldn’t see you with your hand down your pants, hand over your mouth desperately trying to hold back moans from escaping and giving you away. 

You couldn’t help it, you were so turned on watching him stroke himself to the thought of you. He looked so beautiful, his fiery red hair soaked from the water and messily laid around his head, his head thrown back letting out soft yet loud moans of your name, and his veins popping out from how rough he was going. One hand stroked his member while the other held tightly onto the side of the bath. His legs were shaking heavily as if he could have fallen at any moment you couldn’t help but imagine it was your pussy he was pounding into, rather than his hand. You thought about his hand pressed against your mouth rather than your own, while he whispered dirty things into your ear. 

One day while Fred was back in the prefect’s bathroom, doing what he normally does, he heard a soft moan. His hand froze and his head came back to its normal position looking at the direction he had heard the moan. He thought he was hearing things until he had heard a soft “oh Fred” coming from the same direction. You were too lost in your own world to notice Fred had stopped and was currently making his way toward where you were. Fred pressed his back on the other side of the wall you were on, preparing himself to see one of the fangirls that followed him everywhere.

Much to his surprise, he saw you. Your hair was messy from being rubbed against the wall, your eyes were shut, and your hand was in between your thighs. Your hips were desperately bucking against your hand, chasing a release that seemed so close yet so far. Fred watched the sight as it went straight to his dick, making him harder than he had before. “Oh Fred”, Fred’s eyes shot up to your face, seeing if your eyes had opened. His hand traveled back to his aching member and began to stroke it lightly. However, he wanted more. 

Fred removed his hand from his member and moved to face you. He took a very quiet, deep breath and pulled your hand out of your pants, and moved the one from your mouth, pinning both hands behind your head. Your eyes shot open only to be met with the lust-filled eyes of Fred Weasley. “Well well, what do we have here.” Fred’s lips curved into a smirk, while your eyes filled with embarrassment and panic. “I- I’m so sorry, I can go if you want.” You became a stuttering mess under the boy’s gaze. Fred Weasley was a tall boy, he was 6’3 while you were under 5’6. He absolutely towered over you. “Is that what you want though darling? Leaving without having the best orgasm of your life?” 

Her eyes drained of any fear and embarrassment, she continued to stare into his eyes, they were like a portal she could get lost in. “Please Fred, please touch me.” Your voice was filled with need and came out in a low whimper. Fred chuckled, moving his hand to where yours was previously. As soon as his rough finger made contact with your clit, you bucked your hips and let out a soft moan. Your eyes quickly shut tight, his fingers felt amazing. Fred’s heart could barely handle what was happening. He had wanted this for so long, and to have you withering under his touch and moaning his name, it was an absolute dream. He slowly rubbed his pointer finger around your entrance, while his thumb played with your clit.

He stared down at you, his other hand slowly came down to your hand. “Please, touch me too, please darling.” Your eyes slowly opened to see him with his head hanging low. He was watching his thumb play with your clit, entranced by the sight before him. You moved the hand he was holding to slowly stroke him. Fred tore his eyes away from his fingers to watch your hand, he could have came just from the sight. He let out low moans, throwing his head back, eyes clenched shut. 

You pulled Fred’s hand away, but kept yours there, and sunk to your knees. Fred opened his eyes and looked down, only to be met with your beautiful ones looking right back at him while slowly stroking his cock. You licked the tip, making sure to keep eye contact. “Oh shit baby, you wanna suck my cock? I wanna feel that pretty mouth around me, baby.” You complied and took him as far into your mouth as you could, pumping the rest. Fred let out a loud moan but continued to look at you. His legs were already shaking, he was so close already from his previous actions and the sight before him. 

“Merlin, get up baby, I wanna cum inside you please.” Hearing Fred beg turned you on more. You got off your knees and began to remove your shirt and pants. Fred said nothing but watched your every move. You pulled down your panties with your pants and looked Fred in the eyes as you unclipped your Bra. You bit your lip and grabbed his hand, pulling him back to the bath. Fred followed you like a lost puppy but got more turned on by the thought of fucking you in the bath. You dipped your foot into the bath before fully going in, pulling Fred in with you. You turned around and pushed Fred down to sit in the bath. You moved to be straddling him, hovering over his aching member. “Do you want me to ride you, Freddie?”

“Yes. Please ride me, make me, and you feel good, please.” You smirked down at him, lowering yourself onto him. You and Fred both let out loud moans, not holding back at all. After adjusting to him, you began to slowly bounce on him, the water splashing around the two of you with each bounce. “Oh merlin Fred, you make me feel so good. Such a good boy for me, letting me bounce on your cock. Fred moaned in response, clearly liking the name. 

As you continued riding him and picking up pace, you started to feel a pit growing in your stomach, begging to let go. “I’m gonna cum Fred, gonna cum all over your cock, is that what you want baby? Want me to come all over your cock?” Fred nodding his head vigorously, feeling himself come closer and closer to cumming. “Yes mommy, please, I’m gonna cum too. Please let me cum in you mommy. I’ve been good for you.” 

You felt yourself releasing while screaming Fred’s name and yes over and over. Fred came inside you as well from your orgasm, he gripped your hips roughly and pounded himself into you, riding yours and his orgasms out. He slowly began to stop, and pull you to his chest. You both said nothing, trying to get as much air as possible. The silence felt nice, but then Fred interrupted it, ��be my girlfriend, please?” You looked down at him and into his eyes, they were filled with hope. “Of course Freddie.” You smiled down at him and brought your hand up to his cheek, slowly gliding your thumb back and forth over it. 

Fred pulled you into a kiss, before setting his head on your shoulder. “Oh come on you two! Some of us need to take a bath and get clean!” Your heads shot in the direction of the voice, only to be met with a slightly annoyed Cedric Diggory. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, clearly waiting to use the bath. You giggled, “sorry Ced, go into the other room and let us get dressed.” Cedric huffed and muttered a small fine before turning around and heading into the other room attached to the bathroom. 

You lifted yourself off of Fred’s member and slowly got out of the bath, nearly falling because of how badly your legs were shaking. Fred laughed from behind you, “just sit down love, I’ll get our clothes.” You huffed and sat down, waiting for Fred to come back with both your clothes. When he came back he was fully dressed and carrying your clothes and both of your guy's wands. He set your clothes down to the side of you and lifted you up. He helped you get dressed and carried you out, shouting at Cedric that the two of you were done. Cedric grumbled to himself before walking into the actual bathroom. 

Fred carried you to his dorm in the Gryffindor section of the castle. George and Lee were both too busy sleeping to notice him carry you in. Fred set you down on his bed, taking off your shoes and socks, along with his. You moved under the covers while he was removing his, getting very comfortable. Fred lifted the covers and got in with you, pulling you to his chest and resting his head above yours. You were both finally happy to call the other one, mine.  

[brelione]

JJ Maybank Smut HC’s

He’s very much a dom.Dont even try to take over the situation.

You two have done it everywhere.Against a wall,against a tree,on the beach,your bed,John.B’s bed,the HMS Pogue,the Van.

He likes to finger you at Boneyard parites

“JJ-please.”You whimpered,your fingernails digging into his back,the head of his dick only lightly grazing over you. “Patience,princess.”He whispered,smiling for a split second before slamming into you,a scream coming from your throat. “Aww,something the matter,princess?”He bit down on your collarbone,starting off at a fast pace,not even bothering to let you warm up to him.Moans kept coming,your eyes squeezing shut as you scratched up his flesh. “Please.”You whispered,not even knowing what you were begging for.He leaned down,placing a hard kiss on your lips. “Please what?”He asked,his short nails in your hips,forming little crescent shaped bruises. “Please go harder.”You answered,letting out another scream as he became even more rough with you.He was grunting,moaning as he pounded into you relentlessly.His hand slowly lifted to your throat,glancing up to you to silently ask permission.You gave him a slight nod,his fingertips pressing into your throat. “God,you’re so good for me.”He whispered.

He either goes fast,hard and rough or slow,loving and gentle.There is no in between.

Sometimes you purposely turn him on just to annoy him.

He loves to blindfold you.He likes to lick stripes along your body when you’re tied up and blindfolded or breath right on your neck just to tease you.

He tries not to be too loud just in case you say the safe word

Long discussions about what makes you comfortable and what makes you uncomfortable.

Everytime he ties you up he’ll ask if the restraints are hurting your wrists

“You’re gonna be stuck in this postion for like four hours.Are you good?”He’d ask,holding a blindfold in his hands. “I feel like its too tight.”You admitted,the side of the blet scratching at your flesh.He nodded,straddling you as he readjusted the belt,letting you flip your wrists to a more comfortable position. “Better?”He asked.You nodded.

Hickeys everywhere.That boy even leaves them on your fucking jaw just to annoy you.

He’d rarely spank you,only if you asked him too.

“Are you sure about this?I could seriously hurt you.”He frowned as your knees ended up on either side of him,your head on his shoulder. “Do it.”You assured him,biting your lip.The first sting made a moan come out of you,biting his shoulder lightly.His eyebrows furrowed,not understanding what was happening but repeating the action,feeling your nails scratch at his back. “More?”He asked,tubbing the stinging skin with his thumb. “Never stop.”You kissed his jaw.

He very rarely eats you out when you’re not in restraints.That is unless you ask him not to tie you up,of course.

He likes when you pull at his hair while he does it

He loves when you sit on his lap while he’s hard

He loves blowjobs.He’ll make you go exactly how he wants,his fingers massaging your scalp as he moved your head to get you at the right angle.If he heard you gag particularly loud he’d let go,just in case it was too much.

Whenever he was having you suck him off he gave you the order to tap his kneecap three times if you couldnt handle it.

He sometimes gets annoyed when he walks in on you masturbating. “Touching yourself,princess?Only I can do that.”He’d pin your hands above your head.

Whenever he wanted to try something new he’d talk to you about it first. “Would you be okay if I fucked you in the ass?”He asked,cutting an egg with his fork. “Uhh...theres no way it’ll fit.”You mumbled,sipping your coffee.He frowned,chewing his egg. “It’ll fit.We dont have too though.”He answered,reaching for the hot sauce,frowning as he noticed that it wasnt the one he liked.

Sometimes he’d put on a movie while he fucked you. “This movie is so dumb.”He thrusted into you,watching the screen.You let out a loud moan,his hand clapping over your mouth. “Shhh.”He whispered.

He literally fucked you in the living room with Pope sleeping on the couch

He’d clean you off with a warm wet towel afterwards and then he’d cuddle with you.

He’d kiss your forehead and call you his Good Girl

“Can you last another round?”He asked,not pulling our yet,lifting his head from the crook of your neck to look down at you.You bit your lip,nodding. “You sure?”He asked,noticing how tired you looked. “Positive.”You answered,moaning softly when he started to move again.He was slower this time,questioning how long you could last. “Faster,JJ.”You whispered,feeling his hands on your waist tight.He licked his lips,slowly speeding up the pace. “Faster!”You exclaimed,legs wrapping around his waist.He smirked,feeling better about the situation as he sped up as fast as he could,going faster with every moan you let out.He saw your eyes widen,getting nervous and trying to figure out whether it was good or bad. “You okay?”He asked.You nodded,kissing his neck. “More.”You mumbled,bringing him down for a kiss as he started once more.He went fast and deep,hearing you let out a loud moan when he hit a particular spot deep within you.He normally wouldnt go this deep,nor would you wrap your legs around him like you were now.He usually held you down by your hips but now he was wishing he had let you done this long ago.He was focused on hitting that spot again,enjoying the sounds coming out of you. “JJ-oh my god.”You whimpered,clenching around him,earning a moan from him as you reached your high for the second time that night.He smiled,kissing your forehead.He went to pull out,only for your legs to hold him where he was. “Again.”You mumbled,watching his eyebrows knit together,frowning. “I dont think you can handle it,princess.”As much as he would love another round he didnt want to hurt you. “Please,daddy?”You pouted,feeling him get hard inside you. “I-okay.”He went harder this time,slower but harder than last time as he hit the same spot repeatedly.It didnt take long for you to climax again,eyes fluttering shut.His last couple of thrusts were slow and careful,reaching his own high before pulling out of you with a small hiss. “You okay?”He asked,wiping some sweat from your forehead with the back of his hand. “Mhmm.”You hummed,your head turning on the pillow.He ran a bath,knowing that your family was out for the week in the mainland.He let the tub fill,carrying you into the bathroom and getting into the bath with you,letting you rest against him. “I love you.”He grinned,your head on his chest. “Love you too.”You replied.

You two went inside your house,your body immediately being pressed against the wall as he kissed your neck. “Let me take off my shoes first.”You giggled,kicking them off before peeling off your socks. “Sorry.”He kissed you gently.

He likes when you trace your fingertips along his veins and scratch at his neck

He always lets you wear his shirts or hoodies after,whatever you want when he’s done with you

“Im thirsty.”You mumbled tiredly. “Like thirsty for water or like….ya know.”He glanced down,only to have you smack his arm lightly. “Water thirsty,dum dum.”You replied.

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[yesvaldemarharder]

NSFWs W/ The Arcana

I’ve decided it’s been a while since I’ve posted on this account so uh...yeah my bad. However, to repay that I’m making this! (You guys should send in requests because what am I supposed to write if y’all don’t send shit in? I wanna know y’all kinks dammit!)

Anyway here you guys go, I’ll be doing the mains and the courtiers.

I’m doing: D for Asra, R for Julian, G for Portia, X for Muriel, Y for Nadia, W for Vulgora, V for Volta, C for Valdemar, O for Vlastomil, S for Lucio, and M for Valerius.

P.s if any of y’all see a clean nsfw alphabet palette send it to me so I can reblog it

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Asra

Asra has a lot of dirty secrets but when he wrapped his hand around your throat one time he actually scared himself. You both had been all over each other.

His hands squeezing at you’re hips, you on your hands and knees shaking, sweating, and panting as you could feel his cock stretching the hole of your womanhood.

How it was tight his naked chest on you sweaty back as he leaned down kissing your neck moving his hands down to fist the sheets as you moved against him, gasping each time his cock would graze your g-spot. Legs shaking for release.

He pace was slow at first but giving you firm sharp thrust, his cock heavy with sperm as he panted lightly against your back.

It was becoming to much, his hot body against your own fucking you like the good girl you was. You surprised him a little when you started to wiggle and moved your hand back to grab his thigh underneath his ass which he shivered at as you pushed your hips firmer against him swooning when the meaty head of his dick slipped into your cervix.

“O-oh Asra I don’t think I can hold it!~” you would whimper before out of nowhere he’d wrap his strong hand around your throat pulling you back until he sat on his legs and you in his lap. His thrust turning brutal as his other cups your breast twisting and teasing the nipple.

You’ll cry out ‘yes!’ As drool slips down your chin and your belly visibly bulges at every hard thrust.

Your sounds are choked up, restricted and yet so inviting. You’re about to cum letting out broken cries as tears soak your cheeks falling down, his hand tightens as he’s giving that one last thrust holding you tightly before he’s cumming filling your womb expecting have you pregnant by tomorrow it seems lol! (I’m wet af thinking to this I hope you guys are happy..)

He lets out a mix of a gasp and growl before loosening his hold, you both falling forward in a sweaty heap. His arms wrapping around you hugging you as you give a breathless giggle.

“I didn’t know you liked choking~”

You’ll coo and he’ll blush a deep red hiding his face in your shoulder before huffing letting out a tired chuckle.

“I didn’t either~”

Julian

When you yank him away from the bar, mind buzzing with alcohol and horniness he yelps.

At first he thinks your angry, or maybe even ready to go home in general but after seeing the lustful look in your eyes he’s blushing. Are you really about to fuck right now? Where though?! The only place that’s hidden at the bathrooms which aren’t that trustworthy since it’s a bar.. people are always in the bathroom.

You pull him into the girls bathroom and he practically squeals, you didn’t even bother to lock the door before your own him jumping on him as you both tumble down to the floor. He’s flustered, one part of him doesn’t want to do this, him being a little protective of anyone seeing your body except him even if it’s another girl. Another part is him before rock hard in his pants.

He moans, arching off the floor as you kiss his neck sucking on the flesh until there’s a big bright hickie that the whole world can see.

He’s hard, cock twitching in his pants pressing against your belly. Fuck it, he didn’t care if someone saw. All he cared about was you choking him out as you rode his dick.

He’ll risk anything for you.

Portia

Is hella goofy after sex. You’ll be tired, her sitting up, hair drifting down her shoulders, body naked and gleaming with a light layer of sweat. This girl will literally like her lips after eating you out like some beast and say

“Oh dear, no wonder I like kitties huh?”

Sure maybe not the best joke but you aren’t sure if your surprised but the words or embarrassed so quickly you hide your blushing face from you lover as she hugs you tight letting out a loud cackle.

P.s I don’t really like Portia in that way so sorry it’s super short. I’m just writing this one time.

Muriel

His cock is a fucking monster. How could it not be?

You gagged, a heavy blush on your cheeks as you sat on your knees, eyes in his flustered face as he watching you. It hurt your mouth and it was heavy on your tongue. Your tongue licking over the large trembling veins. He was bigger than average maybe 10 inches and he was wide.

You could smell it, a nice musky or burnt wood scent filling your nostrils as you slowly lowered your head, your hand shakily gripping your hair as he lets out a low moan leaning his head back sitting on the bed as you held his hips open with your much smaller hands.

You bobbed your head, anything that obviously couldn’t fit you wrapped your hand around it squeezing and jerking.

His hips might nick by accident, your eyes widening and tears rolling down your rosy cheeks. You move your other hand down, sliding it into your panties feeling the slickness, rubbing your digits over your clit making you moan around the head making him whimper.

Your fingers are in you now thrusting making a sloppy sound as your eyes drift shut. You yelp when he’s cumming, thick long spurts shooting down your throat and it rough, like someone hitting your throat but oh you love the taste. You’ll squirt on you fingers gagging a little as cum floods your mouth dripping down your chin but you find a way to swallow it which leaves him shocked.

He wanted you to spit it out but he could say he didn’t like the view..

Nadia

Nadia may not show it but she yearns for you a lot. It’s just something she can’t help especially when you both are working around others.

It’s been weeks since you and Nadia has done anything even remotely sexual, either always tired or you were too nervous to ask. It’s only when one day you both are taking a bath and your back is to her.

Maybe your speaking about how you might have saw a mermaid at the docks or maybe it’s about how foolish Julian can be even though he of course was still your friend. You rant and the water stirs, you don’t really mind it, maybe Nadia was rinsing her hair and at the thought you turn excited to ask her if she needs help.

You miss touching her but work always got in the way and you were scared of her turning you down which would never happen but it was an everlasting thought you had.

Before you can turn you’ll feel her breast on your back, hips pressed against your own. One of her arms slithers around and cups your chin making you tilt your head to look at her while the other is own your lower belly gently rubbing circles.

You feel a sudden burst of heat thanks to her touches and as you look into her eyes you see pain, love, and yearning. So much yearning. You blush deeply letting out a cute little whimper which she leans down kissing your lips.

“N-Nadi~”

“Shh shh, I know darling. Quickly now.”

She order letting you go and quickly you swim over to the edge and slip out of the water sitting on the edge. The droplets running down your body has her following you like a predator on a prey, her long hair swaying in the water as droplets rum down her as well.

You’re not sure what she’ll do but you’ve wanted this for a while now and now that no one was watching she was going to give it to you.

Her hands are spreading your thighs cooing as she looks at your pussy. You want to say it’s just water running down the folds but both and you and her know that’s a fucking lie.

She be down there, tongue licking a slow line before her mouth engulfed you, flicking her tongue over your clit and submerging it in you hot wet cavern as if she wants to eat you...and baby, it seems like she hasn’t eaten in weeks!

If ya know what I’m saying.

Of course you do... perv.

You don’t last long, not with all the talent that she holds. It it’s too long later when your hands are in her hair pulling as you cry out her name, your cream falling out onto her tongue as she watches your every twitchy move, like a beast in the night.

When she’s stressed you better be ready to handle her when your both alone.

Lucio

Your pushing on his chest, tears soaking the pillow your head was currently, nipples rock hard, pussy spasming around his meaty cock.

His eyes are focused in on you watching you break down under him, grabbing at him crying out for him like your life depended on it, like you couldn’t live without him. A thought he liked a lot.

He had held another masquerade, people flocking all over to dance and eat his food. He grew bored however answering questions an dealing with annoying guest and so he decided to search you, his lover, out. When he had found you you had been converting without someone who absolutely didn’t mean shit to him. In a flurry he whisked you away somewhere more hidden and quiet pinning you up against the wall immediately sucking your neck and pressing between your thighs.

You had been surprised at first but give in giving a little pout. How could you resist such a snack? And then you both were in the bedroom.

Your first orgasm was lovely, each one was until you hit your fifth...now

This...This is your sixth orgasm! He’s still bucking, a savage smirk on his lips as his hips slam down once more, his cock breeding you, digging deep into your guts as you drool, cheeks a deep red.

“L-Lucio!~”

You’ll cry at his animalistic thrust to which he’ll lean down and capture one of you nipples in his heated mouth. You swoon, his tongue rolling and flicking the bud until his teeth liftly nips if.

It hurts and yet it feels so good, his gauntlet has a firm grip on the sheets next to you and his hand hand is rubbing circles on you rock hard clit, your hips shaking violently on their own. You nails dig into his chest and he loves it, red lines running all the way down his strong, white chest.

He’s sweaty, skin layered in the salty goodness, his hair swinging in his face - some strands sticking to his head. He’s letting out rabid breaths, abs curling with each hard thrust his gives.

You cry out, back arching as you cum again coloring his cock in your cream pie, squeezing him like a vice as you lay breathless, boneless, and wrecked. You can’t anymore... he hasn’t even cummed once!

And then he does and the sperm is so heavy you swear you sink into the bed a little. His hands are roughly gripping your thighs as he brings a harsh kiss down kissing your lips as he slams in deep wanting to make sure not a single drop fell out. He’s on you slowly pulling out, you can feel his tired cock leaving your wrecked pussy, he pulls your hips up over his thighs making sure the cum didn’t slip out and stain the sheets.

He’ll start to chuckle and you’ll send a look with is in between a pout and a glare. Gently he’ll kiss you purring against your body as he hugs you close.

“Sorry darling, I was excited.”

Courtiers UwU

Volta

You love hearing her sweet moans, she’ll grab your hair with her smaller hands, careful not to dig his nails into your scalp as you sitting between her trembling legs.

Her dress pulled up over her hips and panties pulled aside as you start at her clit, tongue laying flat on the heated sex before you take the clit in your mouth.

You blush hearing her loud cry, you had barely did anything and she’s already arching as though you had your fingers in her. She’s cute though and you can’t help but chuckle feeling her legs tighten around your head, hips rolling as she cry’s out again

Yeah it’s gonna be a long night

Vlastomil

He’s fucking good, at giving. He loves receiving as well but he’s a soft boy, he wants to taste your every chance he gets.

Your at his manor, in his lap, your hands cupping his cheeks as you kissing him humming each time his hands gripped your hips or pinched the skin.

You’re wet and he’s hard, your eyes closed as you run your hand through his hair, rolling your hips slowly and firmly over the bulge in his pants. His robes already off, discarded onto the floors leaving his chest naked which is surprisingly very firm, it’s lean but you can feel the muscles as he pulls you closer.

He’s blushing a deep red as your tongue licks his bottom lip, you bite the flesh pulling it playfully in your teeth. Him pushing you back onto the bed in sudden.

Your only in panties and one of his shirts that hung on you no matter your height or weight. He grips your thighs and for a second you’re a bit surprised but you can quickly see where this is going and you can’t help but smirk as he puts your legs over his shoulders.

He has two tongues and god damn does he know how to use them! When your panties are practically ripped off his kissing your thighs. It doesn’t matter if you has stretch marks or not, he’s all over you.

You watch this with lustful eyes as you takes an area close to your heat into his mouth, teasing you as he sucks and nips the flesh until there’s a dark bruise and now your biting your bottom lip reaching down to pet him. Running your hands through his hair.

The process is agonizingly slow, your core hot with need but his actions to cover you with hickies is greater than actually eating you out. Before you can whine about it he’s sinking not only one, but both his tongues into you.

Your eyes roll, lungs losing their air for a second as your hand tightened in his hair. He moans loudly causing vibrations and uncontrollably your legs twitch, jumping up at the feeling. They’re long and thick and their quick as well, pumping you with hard thrust.

Soon your sent into a frenzy, he loves your so much. You taste lovely on his tongues and he’s watching you fall apart happy he could oblige. He of course wanted you to suck his dick after which of course you would do since he’s your lover but he really did love watching you like this which explained why he did it so much.

Valerius

Drunk teasing.

Do not touch him. It’s one thing that he’s probably drunk, it’s another for you to be teasing him at the same time.

Your hands at tied behind your back, shivers running up and down you as you can hear him getting stripped, fabrics falling to the floor. You’re forced to stay in a mounting position, hips up face down. Your embarrassed, you can feel slick running down the inner of your thighs. You nipple hard and skin tingling with anticipation.

You had been messing with him to whole day, grabbing his hair, rubbing his chest, sitting in his lap, kissing his neck and what made it worse was when he warned you not to do as such and you did. It left him flustered and angry at the same time, you teasing him as if his words were just a game.

He eventually dragged you off throwing toy on your shared bed, which led to you being tied and practically having your clothes ripped off.

He’s behind you now, you can feel his body weight adding to yours making the bed sink. Your anxious and without much thought you wiggle your butt which recieves a hard slap that makes you gasp loudly sending you forward a little. There’s a sting now and he gripped the reddened flesh leaning over your back to growl into your ear.

“Slut, shaking your ass for me. Be patient.”

You whimper feeling his heat, his cock back there throbbing. You want it, you want it bad and honestly you don’t want to have a punishment! You’re so fucking wet that you need him now. So what’s the only thing you know will make him lose his cool? His daddy and breeding kink.

“D-Daddy~”

You whimper and his hand immediately stops, his gaze lifting to look at your eyes from over your shoulders. Your pleading for him to fuck your guts and with the ragged breath he let out it seemed like he was going to do it.

You let out a loud moan when his thumbs spread your pussy open, his body leaning back so he can stare at your cervix, his cock shooting out a load of precum. You nuzzle you pillows, blushing deeply as you reflexed. Your hole tightening a little before staying open. You hear him let out a groan and before you know it he’s pushing his thick head in making you bite down on the pillow you have been nuzzling.

He’s slowly at first but then he slams in, filling your cunt with his size. You jerk letting out a high pitched cry as he slams in and out watching you struggle to control your noises and movements. His hands are on you hips now watching your back with an annoyed but loving gaze nonetheless.

“H-Hard!~ Ah, cum in me d-daddy! Give me your babies!”

He’s a little surprised at first but damn does it get him riled up. His thrust sharp and firm.

He’s in you for nearly 30 minutes but you toss your head back, hips rolling as drool fell from your lips. Orgasm crashing over you like a tsunami. It leaves you shaken and whimpered before he gives a few more hard thrust before filling you to the brim with his cum.

Vulgora

Uh oh. They’re jealous of you and that twink you talk to. I reality you both are just friends but in Vulgora’s head that mother fucker wants to breed you like some sort of slut. Which is obviously THEIR job and no one else’s!

They have you pinned, your hanging off the bed a bit, your top half on the bed however your bottom half isn’t. You legs wrapped around their waist as they growl.

You already knew where this was going and you loved it. Today you had been hanging with your friend again, the smallest action had the Pontifex angry with murderous rage. Your friend had kissed your hand, simply wishing you farewell as you stood in front of Vulgora’s manor where they watched the whole scene.

There goes another body for their hit list they supposed.

They’ll walk over to you and without toss you their shoulder before running into the manor. You yelp surprised blushing a bit when they pin you. It hits you hard and you give a wide smirk as they glare.

“What, what’s so funny pet?!”

They’ll snarl and you’ll coo leaning up kissing their neck to which they shuddered. Eyes slanted and cat like.

“You’re jealous~”

They’ll bite down on your shoulder making it bleed but you love it. An arch coming from as your legs tighten around their waist. You’ll moan and they grunt before licking the wound marking you.

“Of course I am!” They yell in your face and now your panting under them like the bitch you are. You roll your hips and they pause before growling against your skin. Something in their pants wiggles and then gets hard, you feel it prodding at you between the legs.

You purr before they literally rip off you pants and fuck the shit out of you.

Valdemar

Oh boy this is my favorite! I love em so much smh.

Valdemar is sadistic and that comes into everything they do even sex with you. They can form anything much like the Pontifex but they summon multiple as well.

They’re holding your leg up with one hand, their claw digging into the flesh of your meaty thigh, their other hand holding you down by your neck as they use their leg to keep your other leg open, stopping your thighs from snapping closed while their between them.

Your letting out loud moans as they rolled their hips, nails digging into your throat choking you out. They smile a wide smile, a dark blush coloring their cheeks as the watch you with complete fascination.

You’re gripping the head board with your free hand. The tentacle in you is long, fat, and feral. The thrust are hard, teasing. You squirted a couple of times, each one leaving you shaking and teary eyed. You wanted them to stop but Valdemar wasn’t stopping not after what you said earlier.

You grinned and they lifted a brow as you came up wrapping your arms around their waist hugging their chest. Curiously your fingers ran down their chest feeling, tweaking, and caressing them. They turned away shuddering when you purred. They were too tall for you to lick their ear but standing on your tiptoes you kiss their neck where they were wrapped up.

“Sensitive today aren’t we?~”

You teased and they huffed turning in your arms cupping your cheeks with their hands. You purr and they lifted a brow.

“Are you trying to start something my little human?”

They spoke back leaning down. You pulled their mask down kissing their lips. It surprised them, their eyes wide but soon they kissed back, your hand moving up to grab one of their horns. They shudder again and maybe they tried to hold back but as you whispered against them they accepted their challenge.

Leaving you in the situation you were currently in.

Their hips snapped forward again and you cried, choking once more. Every now and then their hand would loosen letting you take in much needed air before they tighten it again. They lean down in your face giving you a hard kiss as you try to return it, you lips clashing with theirs before you sink your tongue into their mouth in a sloppy kiss. They’ll growl pulling back a little.

“What more my dear?~”

They’ll hum and before you can answer a second tentacle prods at your ass before sliding in. They watch as you toss your head back gasping, your hand that had been on the headboard moves pushing on their naked sweaty chest weakly. It’s too much and it’s so hot and you feel another orgasm coming.

“V-Valdemar!~ Val!~”

You wheeze and oh shit.. you’re cumming. You tremble, your shaking all over, cream flowing out of you. Valdemar takes mercy before giving one last sharp thrust sending a burst of sticky cum. It fills you, your belly bulging and they groan loosening their hand.

I imagine their cum is inky black and sticky or maybe slimy. If you guys want cum headcanons just ask!

[babbushka]

Time for sins >:) Kylo’s needy ass on a family trip. Spending all day with his siblings around, and the stuff they’re doing is fun and all but he can’t handle seeing his babe in a swimsuit and not being able to immediately leave to have sex lmao 🍁

He’s frustrated, you can tell.

It’s in the way his gaze lingers, the ways his scowl remains firmly in place as his brothers laugh and joke around him, as you laugh and tease them back. It’s in the way his hands clench and unclench, even when they’re holding your own.

You’re in the ocean, the whole fucking family gone on a fun beach vacation to celebrate your birthday, and he was losing his fucking mind. It had only been two days out of the five day trip, and he didn’t know how much more he could handle. The way that you looked in your swimsuit, salt water glittering on your skin and in your hair, sand clinging to you where he can’t because people would see and he can’t have people seeing –

It makes his muscles tense, just being near you like this, so close but unable to touch you the way he wants to, especially with how you and the boys are all sharing one hotel room. It’s murder, holding you tight at night but not being able to do more than silently grind his cock against your ass, anything else entirely too inappropriate.

Not that he wouldn’t risk it. He would, if he thought you’d let him.

You’re enjoying yourself entirely too much for someone who is driving him this crazy, and he has to leave because his dick is so hard in his trunks that someone is going to notice soon and then that would be just as bad. He’s thankful that they’re all chest-deep in water, but he just can’t fucking take it anymore, he has to deal with this burning need for you.

“I’m going to the bathroom.” Kylo grumbles, but Ben gestures to the water surrounding them.

“You’re in it.” He snorts a laugh, until he’s got a mouthful of seawater that Kylo splashed in his direction, making him and his brother roll their eyes as Kylo shoves past everyone.

“I don’t feel too hot,” Kylo snaps, and you frown with concern, wondering what could be wrong.

Kylo didn’t do People for too long, and you weren’t sure if he was at his threshold, or if it was something else entirely. He kissed you on the cheek as he goes, never one for too much p.d.a.

“What’s his problem?” Matt asks with a frown, and you shrug.

“You know Kylo, he just needs some time to chill.” You reply, eyes glued to his muscular back as he swims far enough out of earshot.

He finds himself one of those small, single person changing tents, and seeks desperate concealment inside it. Not only is it a blissful reprieve from the intensity of the sunlight, but it’s completely enclosed with thick fabric, small and cool and entirely empty.

He’s got his hand down his trunks within seconds, fishing out his cock and squeezing it tightly right at the base so he doesn’t blow the whole fucking thing right then and there. No sooner does he start to get some control back, does the tent open just enough for him to whirl around in surprise and sudden panic, not wanting to be caught by some stranger jacking off at the beach.

“Let me help with that.” Your voice floods him with calm, and he doesn’t bother to ask how you found him, not when you’re sinking to your knees in the cool sand, the tent closing behind you.

“Fuck, please (Y/N) – I can’t, you’re too – ” He’s so fucking wound up, jumpy, frustrated.

“I know, I know, you’re not as subtle as you think.” You nod, bathed in dark red light from the way the sun filters through the fabric of the tent. You look like a porn star, or a supermodel, or something, he doesn’t know, but his dick is hard and your finally so close and his whole chest is flushed with anticipation.

He doesn’t have a response for that, but he doesn’t need to, because you’re kissing and sucking at the head of his cock, and he has to restrain himself from shoving your head all the way down his length, has to refrain from shouting out his relief.

You give the best fucking head he’s ever had – not that he’s had much outside of you, but still – and he cannot help but groan softly at the feeling of your tongue sliding up and down his shaft, your hand coming to grasp at him, stroke him up and down up and down.

He can feel you open your throat for him, can feel you swallow him down and it’s so good, it’s too much, not enough, not enough after this entire vacation ignoring his cock, to suddenly have you and not completely make you scream. He wants to fuck you, but he can’t, so this will have to do.

It’s not enough and more than enough at the same time, and he’s dizzy with want, frustration giving way to heat in his veins, jaw clenching for a different reason.

“Whose idea was this fucking trip?” He grunts, hips thrusting into your throat.

He’s mesmerized by you there, right there, on your knees, at his feet, looking up at him with the hard line of his dick down your throat, and he knows you can’t answer but he expects you to anyway.

You respond by rolling his balls in your hand, and the fist in your hair tightens almost unbearably tight, and he’s breathing hard hard hard, panting really, desperate to come.

You hum around him, and the vibration sends him over the edge, sends him shooting his load on your tongue as you pull yourself off of him enough so you won’t choke. It smatters against your cheek and chin, and you jerk him off more to milk him for what he’s got, get every last drop of it into your mouth.

“We’re not doing this shit again,” He huffs, and you chuckle, because of course he would still be bitchy, “Next time we celebrate your birthday, it’s just going to be you and me so I can treat you right and fuck you into next week like you deserve.”

“You’re so annoying Ben and Matt were just saying that they put in a request to switch rooms so we could be alone.” You grinned, amused, and so in love.

“They did?” He’s surprised, but then again, no he’s not.

You did say he wasn’t as subtle as he thought.

You reached out a hand and he quickly helped you up, his body feeling ten times lighter from the glow of his orgasm sparking through him.

“Yeah, so quit your whining and help me clean your come off my face.” You couldn’t help but giggle just the littlest bit, and he smiles too, and when he feeds you his come that he scoops off of your cheek, you just have to bite his finger for being difficult.

[wolvesandfoxes25]

Jagged pieces

Here’s my part 2 of Missing pieces:

Tony was sitting in the compound dining room, flicking automations on opposite walls, rolling his eyes at some of the research he was looking at.

He was stuck.

Damnit.

Sighing, he sat back in his chair and rubbed his temples, his brain firing neurons too quickly.

Suddenly, a female voice snapped him out of his reverie, an unknown female voice.

“You know, we can always reschedule the group if you can’t do it tomorrow?”

It was Steve, with some woman.

She was actually quite cute, brunette, short, a little stocky, but had a killer smile and twinkling eyes.

“Nah, I can make it tomorrow. Have some stuff I need to do around here though, if I’m a little late, could you get everything rolling for me?”

She smiled up at Steve, “Sure, of course.”

Tony watched them interact, watching as Steve gave her little smiles, and she told him things that she found humorous.

Raising an eyebrow, Tony turned back to his projections, feeling suddenly very hollow.

He needed to get home.

 “Tony?” Pepper questioned him, snapping him out of his thoughts at the table.

Blinking his eyes rapidly, Tony looked up at his wife, who was staring at him in concern.

“Is everything okay?” She asked, moving her drink a little bit to the right.

Tony nodded, clearing his throat and sitting further up in his chair.

“Yeah, yes. Sorry, I’ve looked through so many books, and online sites today, my brain is near exploding. And, coming from a genius, that is saying a lot.”

Morgan sniggered beside her father, and Pepper fondly rolled her eyes.

Tony smiled too, looking at both his girls.

Pepper watched that smile fall two seconds later.

 “Where are the coffee beans in this place?” Tony snapped, trying to remember where they used to be located.

“Um, are you looking for these?” A female voice caught his attention.

Tony spun around, coming face to face with the same woman who was here yesterday.

No name girl.

What was she doing here so early?

“Uh, yeah. Sorry, kind of startled me.” He grumbled, taking the beans from her.

She smiled, shuffling her feet.

Silence.

“I uh, I’m Cortney. Steve’s friend from our group. I hope you guys don’t mind that I spent the night last night. Steve and I were up trying to put together this party for the people there.”

Tony was pouring the water when she said that, the words making him splash a little bit of the liquid over the sides.

“Damn.” He cursed.

Cortney was beside him in an instant.

“I’m so sorry, um, I can help clean it up if you’d like?”

Tony shook his head, giving her a fake smile, “Nah, it’s alright I got it. Tiny spill. My daughter is always spilling things. No biggie.”

He wondered if she could see how tight his lips had gotten around his teeth.

 Two hours later, in the midst of reading a book that was going on and on about the soul stone, Tony felt the book be lifted from his hands and laid on the table.

Growling audibly, he turned and made to snap at the jackass who took away his reading material.

“Hey, Cap. I was kind of in the middle of something. Old age must be doing funny things to your vision.” He said to the taller male, who looked rather annoyed.

“I heard you were rude to Cortney.”

Oh, Jeez.

Tony looked at him like he was stupid, folding his arms and sitting back.

“I ran into her in the kitchen this morning, rather early I might add. Didn’t know we were hosting sleeping parties at the compound now, Cap. We gonna start recruiting again, because if we are, we should add something to Monster.com, or Indeed, whichever.”

Steve narrowed his eyes, nostrils flaring at Tony’s sarcasm.

“She only stayed here because we were planning a party together.”

Tony chuckled, pushing the book fully away now.

“Is that what the kids are calling it these days?” Tony sniggered again.

Steve looked pointedly at him, not finding him funny in the least.

Oh well, Tony found himself funny, that was all that mattered.

“She slept in the guest room, we are not doing anything like that with each other.”

Tony smirked, God, couldn’t he handle this maturely? Apologize for being rude the woman he didn’t know, and just move on with his day?

Nope.

“No. But she wants too. I can tell. I mean, why not? She’s attractive, you’re the epitome of human perfection. Bumping uglies wouldn’t be so terrible now would it?”

A pinched expression touched Steve’s face at that comment and he was now in full on haughty mode.

“I don’t go around sleeping with everyone I meet Tony, and right now really isn’t the time.”

The brunette raised an eyebrow, feeling his annoyance and jealousy grow stronger.

“But, if it were the right time. You would?”

Steve sighed, folding his arms.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to it. She is cute.”

Well, that answers that.

Tony felt his hands ball into fists, and eyebrow twitch.

“By all means, don’t let saving the world stop you, Cap. I mean, we can all halt this process in order for Captain America to get his dick wet.”

Silence.

Steve didn’t say anything as red flooded his face and his lips took on a pinched expression.

Tony stood across the way, watching as fury climbed up the blonde mans features, but nothing was said.

Not usually good for the two men.

“Tell Ciara I’m sorry.” Tony snapped, propping the book under his arm, moving to storm out of the room.

Before he slipped by Steve though, the blonde shot out his hand and gripped the shorter males bicep.

Tony growled, glowering right into the stormy blue eyes that looked down at him.

“Hands. Off. Rogers.” He hissed, gritting his teeth.

Steve didn’t let go though, backing him up until his back hit the glass wall.

Silence, save for heavy breathing.

 Tony watched as Steve’s eyes roamed his face, still full of fury and annoyance. But, there was something else there, something he couldn’t define, something that made Tony’s legs turn into mush.

Steve saw it in his eyes too, if his shocked expression was anything to go by.

Letting go suddenly, he turned his back on the brunette, “You need to apologize, Tony.” He grated out, before leaving in a hurry.

Psht, like hell.

 That night, in his bed, Tony laid there, staring up at the ceiling, recounting the events of the day.

He had been jealous. He knew that, he wasn’t stupid.

Would Steve really fuck that woman?

The thought alone made Tony grit his teeth, forcing his eyes out the window, trying to find his happy place.

But, it wasn’t only that. It was the way Steve looked at him, his blue eyes sucking Tony in.

Christ, he’d never felt anything like it before.

Silence.

God, this was so wrong, and Pepper didn’t deserve it.

Tony really was a bastard.

 Steve was sitting on his bed, playing with his cell phone when he got the text.

 I’m sorry if I made your friend uncomfortable today.

Steve snorted.

Tony isn’t the easiest person to talk to. Don’t worry about it.  

 He seemed to act like I was impeding on his territory.

He’s controlling in that way, don’t worry about it, really.  

Didn’t seem to like the fact that I spent the night either. Wonder why?

Steve didn’t message her again for awhile, his own thoughts jumbled as he lay in bed, staring at his own ceiling.

Turning over, he grabbed his cell phone, reading her message.

There could be many reasons. I think it’s best if we meet in town next time, I don’t want to make any of my teammates uncomfortable, there’s a lot going on here. Is that alright?  

Sure.

At that, Steve stopped texting her, laying his phone to the side.

What was that about today? Tony seemed really angry that Cortney was here at all, never mind the fact she spent the night here.

He seemed borderline hostile.

They had been working rather well together, up until today that is. No arguments, no snarling at each other, no getting in each others faces. It was safe to say today killed that streak.

Steve tried his best to almost avoid Tony, for…reasons.

It seemed the respectful thing to do. Not only on Tony’s part, but on Peppers as well.

He needed to keep his distance.

Closing his eyes, he remembered the wide, brown eyes stare into his, the eyelashes long, dark and beautiful framing the doe like expression.

Tony really was a beautiful man, even when he had gotten back from space.

Almost emaciated, and Steve thought he was gorgeous.

Oh God, this was so wrong.

He was harboring feelings towards a married man.

Man alive, he could not help it though. He had tried. Had tried to block it out, to push it back. But…seeing Tony after years of not seeing him was like finally finding water after being out in the desert for months at a time.

It was a feeling that would never be able to be replicated within Steve’s heart.

And honestly, the mere mention that he could just randomly fuck a woman he knew only in group, was laughable. Did Tony not know him at all?

Yes, he found her attractive. But, he found Nat attractive as well, doesn’t mean he’d go to bed with her.

Sighing, Steve shoved a pillow over his face, his fingers tingling from touching Tony’s arm today.

He felt himself harden.

Closing his eyes, he breathed out a heavy sigh. Was he really so pathetic that merely touching this man made him horny?

“Friday?” He mumbled, rubbing his temples.

“Captain.” She responded, turning the lights up in his room.

“Protocol 22, please?” He said, shame shooting through every orifice, making him almost choke.

 A married man.

Christ, he was going to hell.

Suddenly, the lights were turning down and Steve was shoving his hand in his stretch pants, grasping his cock.

On the wall in front of him was Tony. Just pictures of random events, his Iron Man suit, galas, conventions.

Steve stroked to every image, those eyes drawing him in, making him feel whole after feeling broken after so long.

It was erotic, yet so painful. Because he knew, he knew that Tony was fully out of reach now, and that was…

All his fault.

Shaking his head, he shoved those thoughts away, continuing his pleasure, the pictures breaking his heart, yet completing him.

Landing on a photo of Tony just in a bathing suit, Steve stroked harder, biting his lip, feeling his balls tighten beneath his shaft.

“God, Tony.” He moaned, arching his back, feeling his release crash over him, stealing away his breath and thoughts all in one go.

 After cleaning up, Steve laid in bed, facing the window, watching the stars outside.

Turning the other way, he faced the wall instead.

The thought of outer space, and the picture of stars used to bring him peace, now it just frightened him. His trip into space was…exciting? It was what came from space that scared the hell out of him.

And also what happened with Tony, the thought of being adrift in that massive expansion is enough to spin him into a panic attack.

God, it made Steve respect Tony’s resourcefulness, and damn stubbornness even more. That man had refused to die out there.

And he succeeded.

Just barely, but he still managed it.

He’d never forget the surge of complete relief when he saw that man descend those stairs. After that, his brain kind of went offline. Storming past Pepper, his fiancée, to get to him.

He didn’t care though, all he cared about was getting to Tony.

 I lost the kid.

 Tony, we lost.

Then Pepper was there, grabbing a hold of her fiancée, shoving him against her chest, crying into his hair.

Steve tried to control the feelings of jealousy and near resentment of the image, but he couldn't help it. Just looking at Tony made him feel so much guilt, it was near crippling.

Shaking his head again, he cleared those thoughts, wanting to find sleep sometime tonight, and with that mindset going, he’d be invaded by nightmares of expansive space, and Tony screaming at him, asking why he betrayed him, and left him in a bunker to get home all alone.

Fuck.

Sitting up, he put his head in his hands, taking a deep breath, trying to steer the looming panic attack.

Tugging at his hair, he felt the room start to tilt around him, making his vision hazy and the air thicker, cutting off his breathing.

“Take deep breaths, Captain.” Friday was saying from what seemed like miles away.

“I can’t. I can’t.” He was huffing out, harsh sobs shaking his chest.

Friday was turning the lights down a little bit, talking to him in a comforting way.

“S-Stop talking!” He gasped out, hitting his head, pulling his hair.

“Getting Mr. Stark on the line, sir.”

No!

“No! Friday! Belay that!”

Too late.

Click.

“Steve? What’s going on? Why are you calling at 2 a.m.? Hello?”

He couldn’t speak, the words were clogging his throat, along with his breathing.

“Sir, Captain Rogers is in the middle of a very bad anxiety attack. He requires assistance.”

Tony grew silent then, and Steve wanted to ask him to not go away!

“Steve.”

He turned his eyes to the screen in his room, seeing Tony’s face.

Letting out a wet sob, he was still clutching his hair.

“Hey. Look at me, Steve.”

The blonde man locked eyes with him, feeling the world continue to spin around him.

“You have to take deep breaths Steve, I know it’s easier said than done, but you have to do it.”

Steve shook his head, clenching his eyes shut again.

“The room is spinning, Tony.” He got out, wanting to rip his hair out of his head.

“It’s just your anxiety, Steve. It’s amping everything up, but it’s all in your mind. If you breath, your heartrate will go down, and the room will stop spinning so badly. Hear me?”

Steve nodded roughly.

“There’s a good lad, now, breath in for ten seconds, and out ten seconds, okay?”

It took ten minutes to get Steve to a state where he could manage to give Tony complete, functional sentences.

He was just embarrassed now.

“I’m really sorry.” He whispered, his face turning blood red.

“Hey. I know exactly where you’re coming from, friend. After New York, I had panic attacks daily, multiple times daily. It was the worst thing ever.”

Steve gave a small smile, nodding in agreeance.

Silence.

“D-Did I wake you up? I didn’t wake Pepper up did I?” He asked the brunette, blue eyes almost puppy dog like.

Tony shook his head.

“No. I was in my little shop downstairs, doing more research. I couldn't fall asleep.”

Steve looked down.

Silence.

“So, it’s unlike you to have panic attacks, Cap. When did these pop up?” Tony questioned softly, knowing that the blonde would be hesitant in opening up about something so personal, especially with Tony himself.

Steve shut his eyes tightly, breathing in and out again.

“Um, well, it could stem from the fact that I watched multiple people turn to ashes in front of me.” Steve mumbled in a gravelly voice.

Tony sighed, rubbing his forehead.

“Yeah. That would be a factor, wouldn’t it?” Tony whispered.

Silence.

“It’s not mainly that though, big factor, but not the only thing.”

Tony looked at him in silence, focusing all his attention on the blonde before him.

“They started getting really bad after we fought, and when you got back from space.”

Silence.

“Tony?” Steve whispered raggedly, watching the many demons cross the brunettes features over the camera.

Silence.

Oh God, he had gone and ruined it.

“I’m really sorry, you shouldn’t have to put up with this. Please, go back t-to bed, and if I woke up Morgan or Pepper, I’m really sorry. Friday called you without notifying me that she would.”

Tony’s head whipped up to Steve, eyebrows furrowing.

“No. It’s not that. St-.”

“End call, Friday.” Steve interrupted, not able to listen to Tony anymore.

When his image had faded out, Steve choked on a sob working its way up his throat, emotions that he was trying to shove back coming to the forefront.

Oh Jesus.

What the hell was he going to do about this?

[dierwolves]

ivar ragnarsson; touch

Request: Not requested.

Notes: I really can’t believe I’m back to posting… I dunno when I’ll post again after this; I hope it’ll be soon! For the moment, I’m glad I’m handling my writer’s block quite well. This is the first SMUT I write, idk if it’ll be okay. If you’re not comfortable with it, don’t read it! Btw this is the first time I write about Ivar or Vikings at all so I’m not sure the portrayal of the character and the context are alright. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

You were his slave, in every sense of the word. You had been for quite some time now. Even if it would have seemed awful to be Ivar the Boneless’s slave, you had somehow settled into a comfortable dynamic. Apparently, he had considered you quite a dangerous person, as you had access to himself and his possessions every hour of every day.  Yet you had proven yourself to be loyal, and, what he greatly valued, quiet. You knew that even if he liked you, a small mishap could make him slit your throat with no remorse, so you kept to yourself and did your job.

On the other hand, it seemed that you were the only person Ivar trusted enough to touch him. It happened one time you helped him get into the bathtub. You had done it a thousand times, but that time in particular, you noticed how his eyes wouldn’t leave your cleavage –even if it wasn’t that remarkable–. When your hands trailed down, you gave a little jump, as you noticed his hard member against your hand. You moved it away quickly, but he grabbed your hand and looked at you straight in the eyes. His blue ones gave away fear and anxiety. You had heard the rumours about his inability to have sex. You could guess, he had never got hard before, and he feared it would disappear as soon as it came. So you moved your hand towards his cock and started stroking it. It’s not like you could say no, and it’s not like you wanted any other man. This would be considered a privilege.  You rubbed him up and down, changing the speed and strength, keeping your eyes on your working hand. When you dared look up, you noticed his eyes closed, which gave you some relief. When he came, he released a huge sigh, and his seed got lost in the tub’s water. He didn’t say anything, apparently shocked with what had happened. You didn’t know what to do, so you kept washing him.

Ever since, in every bath, you had helped him find his release. Much to your surprise, it gave you some comfort, as it was the limited human contact you had on your daily life.

Now, you were in his room, cleaning, and simply keeping an eye on him. He had been wounded after the battle, and although he said he was fine, he had been convinced to stay in bed for a day, to make sure there was nothing wrong with him. His eyes followed you around: when you weren’t looking, you could feel his eyes on your back, and when you turned around, he felt no shame at longingly staring at you.

“Could you stop for a moment?”

His voice startled you. He barely talked to you, unless he had to give you a direct order, and that barely happened now, as you had been serving him for so long you already knew what you needed to do.

“Do you need anything?”

You barely talked to him either. Even if you both had somewhat of an intimate relationship with each other, you kept your mouth shut.

“I was thinking… about what you do to me in the tub.” You swallowed hard. What was he about to tell you, you wondered. “Could you make that happen again? Now?”

Your mind worked quickly. It’s not like you had much of an option. Although you feared Ivar would turn violent, he seemed still weak from the battle.

You approached the bed where he was lying. He held his weight on his forearms. You kneeled on the bed and started untying your dress. You decided to sit on his lap. Your eyes never darted from his face, always watchful of his reactions. It didn’t seem to harm his legs, so you started moving your hips in circles over his dick. It had started to get hard. While you didn’t stop the movement from your hips, you finished unbuttoning your dress, falling from your shoulders and leaving your breasts swiftly bouncing in front of his face. You saw how doubt crossed his face. You guessed that as much as he spied on his brothers in the barn or any other location, he really didn’t know much about this. You grabbed his hands and brought them to your chest. It wasn’t hard for him to guess what to do. He started squeezing and pinching your hard nipples –from the cold and from the excitement–. You kept pressing his now harder dick under your dressed under parts. You allowed yourself to close your eyes and enjoy the feeling of his hands fondling your breasts, but it didn’t last long. Your eyes widened when you felt something wet around your right nipple. You looked down in awe as Ivar sucked strongly on your left nipple, like a baby would suck on her mother’s, while he held the other boob on his hand. His breathing was irregular, and he had to open his mouth every couple of seconds to regain his breath. Much to your surprise, he seemed to be enjoying this more than you were, although by the pooling wetness under your dress and his already hard cock, you both were getting pleasure from it.

“Ivar, let me take off my dress…” You stood up removed your dress. When you finished you looked at him, struggling to take off his trousers. You were quick to help him get rid of them. You went back to sit on his lap, but he stopped you. You looked at him confused.

“Can you lay on you back, Y/N?” You looked at him in awe. It was probably the first time he had addressed you by you name. While you stared at him wide eyes, he pushed you against the bed. “Open your legs.”

“But Ivar, we could already-”

“No. I’ve never tasted a woman before. I want to know what it is like.” So he lay on his stomach, his head in front of your pussy. You waited, but he was just looking at your private parts with equal curiosity and lust. You guessed, once again, that he had never seen a woman this way so close before. He cautiously gave a long lick over your pussy lips. A moan escaped your mouth and you lay on your back. Watching your reaction, he repeated the action. You closed your eyes and let your mind wander. It seemed like this time, he knew a little better what to do. He sucked on your already sensitive clit. You wanted to grab his head and pushed him deeper, but you didn’t dare to annoy him. It wasn’t necessary either, as Ivar had already pushed his tongue inside your wet hole. You both moaned at the same time. He kept tasting you, your mind was blurry and you couldn’t even focus on what was going on, when Ivar stopped. You opened your eyes in time to see him hovering over you. You had to be thankful about the wetness of your core, because Ivar didn’t stop for a second, and he pushed his member inside you. It didn’t last long. It was Ivar’s first time inside a woman, and you were already reaching you climax from his previous work, so after a few thrusts, you came, and soon did Ivar. He kept his eyes opened, attentively watching your reaction. You laid under him, breathing heavy, looking at him, waiting for what he would do. When he noticed, he moved to the side, and lay next to you on the bed. You turned your head to him. He rested still on the bed. Eyes focused on the ceiling, and hands resting over his stomach. You wondered if his legs hurt.

“Was that good?”

His question didn’t surprise you; you guessed it was more centred on his ability to have sex than your wellbeing. You nodded your head, and he released a small sigh.

“I enjoyed it too.”

That did surprise you. You didn’t expect any kind of praise or nice words from Ivar, even if they were about your love making.

“Do I… leave? Continue with my chores?”

He bit his lip, apparently weighting his options. He seemed to be debating with himself. “Would you mind to stay a little longer?”

You nodded, grabbed a blanket nearby and covered both of you with it. He got closer to you, and so did you, but you didn’t touch each other, nor hold each other, that was way too intimate. You simply lay still under the blankets, looking at each other’s eyes, until you both would fall asleep. Both of your bodies were warm enough to be aware of each other’s presence. And just like that, you fell asleep, surrounded by Ivar’s warmth.