#fighting or having loud sex and he doesn’t take good care of his pets

[jeezypetes]

I have a new enemy. I haven’t had an enemy that I could do anything about since i got out of grad school. The dark energies pulsing through me are powerful and hard to contain. I’m going to get him fired from his job

[apollyonsdarksecrets]

Too Much

Joel Miller X Afab!Reader

Summary: Just a Drabble about Joel being too big and making you take it because you were being a brat

Warnings: SMUT 18 + Only MDNI, Mean Joel, cussing, unprotected sex (p in v) dirty talk, Dacryphilia, size kink, rough sex, cream pie, slight breeding kink use of a few derogatory terms, after care, pet names, let me know if I missed anything!

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A/n: I’m in the middle of writing two other stories and I just 🙃 have no motivation for either of them. So here is a little something to show I’m still alive and my brain is still rotted by this man.

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You had begged, pleaded and even acted like a brat to get here, months and months of working up to this point and here you are, hips hovering over his lap, the head of his cock brushing your sopping cunt and you are suddenly rethinking everything you’ve done.

Joel sees it in your face, the way your eyebrows furrow and how you chew on your kiss bitten lower lip. “Well?” He starts, his smile dark as your eyes meet his. “Thought you wanted to ride me baby, go right ahead.”

“I-I am… I just…” You hesitate, glancing back down to his cock, it’s… big, too thick to wrap your hand around and his length is nearly to your belly button. The large mushroom head leaks precum and the veins prominent along his shaft pulse slightly. It’s intimidating really, but makes you clench nonetheless. “I didn’t… know you were so… well endowed...”

Joel laughs, a loud rumbling sound from his chest and you pout down at him. Your thighs shake with the effort of holding yourself up, hands splayed on his shoulders for support as his squeeze your hips.

“I told you, I needed to work you open for me, but no, you had to go and be a brat about it. Tellin all your little girlfriends how I don’t give you nothin’.” He sits up suddenly, his grip the only thing keeping you balanced as he’s suddenly in your face. Your eyes widen, holding your breath as his smile turns more devilish. His hooded gaze rakes over your naked body, the hunger there evident. Palpable even.

“I-I’m sorry.. I didn’t… I was just-.”

He tuts at you, a hand slipping up your back to circle your neck, holding you firmly in place. “You wanted it so bad, you’re gonna take it.”

He doesn’t give you time to process his words before he abruptly pulls you down, bucking his hips up at the same time. He thrusts into you in one fluid motion, burying himself to the hilt and you cry out. Pain blooms between your legs and tears collect in your lashes, your nails digging into his corded muscles.

“Fuck!” You hiss between clenched teeth, his grip unyielding as you wiggle and squirm against him, fighting to ease the burn.

“Shh, Shh baby. I know.” His voice is almost condescending, the fake pout of his lips mocking your own. “But you said you could take it and now look at you. Stretched out so pretty on my cock.”

Joel lifts you easily, your cunt clenching around him before he lets go, letting gravity do the work for him as you slide back down his length. The cry that leaves your lips is almost something you’d hear in a bad porno. You can feel every ridge and vein, feel the head of his cock sitting snuggly against your cervix making your body pulse.

“That’s right,” Joel drops his gaze from your teary eyes to where you are both connected, a low moan escaping his lips as he repeats his movements, your arousal coating his cock before it disappears back into your aching pussy. “Fuck baby you look so good like this.”

“J-Joel… s’too much.” You babble as the first tear escapes down your red cheek, only making him groan louder, fucking up into you with hard stokes.

“Wanna act like a brat, I’ll treat ya like one.” He growls, and suddenly he’s flipping your positions, your back now on the bed and he’s looming over you making your breath stutter.

Joel doesn’t ease up as his hands find the meat of your thighs and he practically bends you in half, fucking into you with a brutal pace that leaves you crying and clawing at the sheets.

“Knew this-fuck- knew this pussy would feel this good.” He pants, watching the tears stream down your face, ruining your mascara. He can feel your pussy clenching around him, rhythmic with your hiccuping breath. Joel can see the pain edging away, pleasure beginning to bloom as your eyes flutter slightly, head pressing into the mattress with each stroke.

“Pl-please… I… I can’t…” Your mouth falls open from a loud moan, his fingers having moved from bruising your thigh to rubbing lazy circles over your throbbing clit. “Joooel.” You whine, toes curling as your orgasm begins to bloom at the base of your spine, radiating out into your stomach.

He chuckles lowly, letting you bear more of his weight as his thrusts slow in speed but keep that punishing power. “Gonna cum already? Such a desperate fucking slut you can’t wait any longer?”

You shake your head vigorously, face scrunching as his fingers work faster, the sloppy sound of skin hitting skin filling the room above the whines and moans ripping your throat apart. “Please!”

“Oh you can do better than that, baby. Beg for it.”

Your eyes fly open, zeroing in on his face. His tussled curly hair, the deep chocolate color of his irises, the way his jaw clenches before relaxing again. Joel’s eyes hold a challenge, a dare even, that you won’t say no to him, that you’ll do exactly as he says.

And he’s right.

“Please, please I wanna cum so bad, I-I wanna cum on your cock so bad!” The sheer desperation in your quacking voice makes a shiver shoot down his spine, a deep, guttural moan ripping through his body into yours as he leans down, kissing you messily.

It’s not sweet, none of it is as his fingers double their efforts, and between teeth and spit you scream with the force of your orgasm. The tide of pleasure rolling over you as your back lifts what little it can off the bed, your thighs shaking against Joel’s sternum, fingers turning white around the sheets.

Your pussy convulses around his cock, sucking him in with a death grip that makes his hips stutter and his own body tense. He’s mumbling against your lips, something along the lines of “fuck baby” and “I’m about to cum” with curses and grunts sprinkled in between.

There’s no catching onto whatever it is though, not fully, as you ride your orgasm, the pounding of his cock making it last longer, making it more intense as you cry a muddled version of his name. Joel’s fingers slip from your abused clit, digging into your hip as he starts to moan louder, his head tipping back, muscles bunching under his skin as his orgasm rushes up on him.

“Gonna fuck you full of me, little girl, breed this little pussy like how it’s meant to be.” His words make your eyes roll, a whimper slipping past your lips when you feel the first pulse of cock. Stream after stream of hot release paints your velvety walls, and something in your body relaxes, your hips opening just that much wider to take it as he ruts against you.

Joel notices, because of course he does, and a soft cooe fills your ears making your lashes flutter. Your eyes are distant, like you aren’t quiet with him, as he continues to empty his spend into your throbbing cunt. “Sweet honey, this what ya needed? Just needed to be full of my cum to make you all submissive and sweet for me?”

All you can manage is a small nod, making him smile down at you. Joel pulls out fully leaving you to fill empty but placated, your legs falling to the bed as your eyes close.

Seconds or maybe minutes could of flown by when you’re suddenly awoken, a warm cloth pressing between your legs and the sound of Joel humming fills the room. He cleans you up and then himself before he comes back to the bedroom. You’ve curled up on your side, arm tucked under your head and breath heavy and even. He tucks himself in behind you, an arm wrapping around your waist and drawing you back against him.

He kisses the side of your head, content with the idea that you have learned your lesson.

[xfgpng]

𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 -

— : [ nsfw ] infidelity, mutual pining, unprotected sex, sorta drunk sex but it’s very much consensual, pet names, choking + mentions of blood

— : wc : 1k

sober you might look back at your text log and feel slightly guilty. you had made a promise to yourself that you’d be done with him. it was one night and it was a mistake. a terrible one.

| you : cme c me

| you : [ address ]

he already knew where you stayed. he knows because he’s been there a few times with his girlfriend, one of your friends.

you’re obviously drunk. you’re not making any sense but he can still make out what you’re saying. he doesn’t want to end things with you, already hooked.

it was a mistake, at least that’s what you’re both telling yourselves. he always has fights with his girlfriend and he doesn’t understand why you feel bad. you’re only friends with her by extension of your actual best friend and they don’t even get along that well.

he wants you. he’s wanted you since the first night you met and you spilled apple juice on his jeans. he finds your mannerisms adorable and funny and you make him feel good about himself. you listen when he talks and god he feels like he’s floating on cloud nine when he’s deep inside you.

your pretty acrylic nails dig into the meat of his shoulders and scratch down his back and he finally presses into you. he’s so fucking big and you can’t get used to the feeling of being stretched so much that it hurts.

he groans, back arching a little when he feels the stinging sensations caused by you scratching him. he can tell it’s bleeding and he’s so turned on it takes everything in him not to cum so fast. he feels like a virgin and he should be embarrassed but the way you gasp and whimper for him? he doesn’t care.

he’s tipsy, having taken a few shots of whatever you had been drinking when he arrived. you’re both feeling the buzz and everything feels heightened. he wonders if this is what satori meant when he said smoking before fucking made everything so much more enjoyable.

“toshi” you moan, biting his jaw and leaving very visible marks on his neck. he doesn’t want to stop you, loves the feeling of your teeth against his hot skin.

“i know baby, i know” he kisses your temple, “i’ve got you”

it’s so intimate, far more intimate that him balls deep inside you but you crave it. it was easier to deny your feelings for him when you weren’t around each other but you couldn’t deny the way your heart raced whenever you heard his voice or saw his adorable half smiles.

you wanted him.

he wraps the hand that’s not gripping your waist around your throat. you’ve noticed he’s fascination with your neck, spending a lot of time kissing, biting and touching it.

“fuck, you feel so good” he whispers, staring right into your eyes as he thrusts into you harder. the headboard bangs against the wall and you’re grateful your neighbours aren’t home for the weekend because they’d definitely hear how loud you’re being.

“need more” you beg, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him deeper. you don’t need to elaborate, he knows what you want and he’s more than happy to give it to you.

he tightens his grip around your neck, causing your eyes to cross as he pounds you into your bed. it’s going to be sore but you don’t really mind. this is exactly how you like it and no one’s been able to hold a candle to him since that night you two first had sex.

he’s a fast learner, playing with your body like he’s been studying it for years. it should be unfair but you weren’t going to complain if it meant he’d always make you feel like this.

he was no better. you felt like heaven around him, the way your pussy gripped him so tightly like you were scared he’d pull out. your soft skin against his own, hot and sweaty.

your lips against his or his jaw. he especially liked when you’d moan right in his ear, not shy to let him know just how good he makes you feel. he didn’t care about anything other than you and he knew he wouldn’t be able to get enough of you.

“cum for me baby please, give it to me” he begs sweetly, voice an octave lower as he kisses your lips, your cheeks and then right below your ear. “please pretty girl, wanna feel you”

that’s all you really need, he doesn’t even need to touch your clit as you tighten up around him, head thrown back as you cum for him. loud and hard.

“fuck.. thank you baby” he moans, biting down on your shoulder as he chases his own high. he’s so close and the way you whimper and kiss his cheeks isn’t helping him keep composure.

“inside toshi” you whisper, “make me yours”

he’ll deny the sounds he makes as he cums inside you, painting your gummy walls white with his hot and thick cum. it’s so much that it gushes out and drips down onto your bed sheets.

“shit” he gasps, opening his eyes to look at you.

“yeah” you breath out

he leans down to close the distance but he waits for you to kiss him. he doesn’t want to get his hopes up because the last time you wouldn’t kiss him after and you ignored his texts.

he’s not ashamed to admit that he wants you. he’s selfish and he knows that but he’ll have you in anyway he can have you. this was enough for him.

“kiss me toshi” you say softly, not as tipsy as you were when he first kissed you that night. your body feels floaty but you like the feeling of him pressed against you.

“i don’t want you to ignore me again” he sighs, pressing his forehead against yours, “i can’t—”

“i know” you cup his face in your hands, “i won’t, i’m sorry”

he smiles and it leaves you breathless. you’d have to talk about it in the morning when you were both a lot more sober and coherent but he knew he was going to leave his girlfriend.

[shadowserenity28]

Alexander Liddell

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“Have you seen the white rabbit? He’s late again...”

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~General information~

Full name

Alexander Liddell

Pronunciation

A-lex-an-der

Lid-dell

Meanings

First name:

Alexander

Greek origin, means “warrior” or “man’s defender”

Last name:

Liddell

from the Old English river name Hl̄de, meaning 'loud', + Old English dæl 'valley’

Nicknames:

Alex

Monsieur Wonderland (Rook)

Barracuda (Floyd)

Sex:

Male

Gender:

Male

Age:

17

Date of birth

26th July

Zodiac sign

Leo

Sexuality

Asexual

Nationality

British

Homeland

Queendom of Roses

Place of residence

Heartslabyul Dorm at Night Raven College

Job/Occupation

Student

♡Relationships♡

Family

Unnamed parents (deceased)

Unnamed sister (deceased)

Divus Crewel (adoptive father)

Friends

Felix (OC)

Floyd

Jade

Significant Other

None

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“Why don’t you see the giant mushrooms all over the school?"

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◇Appearance◇

Skin tone

Sickly pale

Eyes

big eyes, green

Hair

shoulder-long, black hair, straight

Height

1,67 m

Weight

74 kg

Body type

Thin and scrawny

Birthmarks

None

Clothes and accessories

Alex wears the NRC school uniform without the blazer and a special bow with a skull in the middle. He also wears asymmetrical, black and white striped arm sleeves and high, black boots with silver buckles. He wears an upside down horse shoe as a belt buckle.

Special features

He has burn scars along his torso, legs and arms. He also has screws sticking out of his head.

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“You ever get so lost in your thoughts that you forget where you are? Happens to me all the time.”

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.°. Personality .°.

Description

Alex is clinically insane. He suffers from survivor's guilt and PTSD and hallucinates constantly, living in a fantasy world with little relation to reality. Despite that, he does not take medicine for it as he doesn't trust medicine at all anymore.

He regularly has panic attacks, which sometimes grow violent. However, he usually doesn't attack people, rather fighting the air or inanimate objects that he hallucinates to be monsters. 

Even though he isn't lucid most of the time, Alex generally cares for others and tries to help where he can, even if his idea of helping is keeping the “monsters” away. He still laughs a lot, trying to find joy in even the smallest things to soothe his shattered mind.

Likes and loves

His bunny

Tea parties

Unbirthday parties

Dislikes and hates

The “monsters”

Screws and nails

Crowley

Good traits

Helpful

Kind

Creative

Bad traits

Insane

Paranoid

Delusional 

Habits

Talking to himself

Collecting odd objects

Staring into space

Hopes and Ambitions

He hopes to one day be sane again.

Motivations

Alex wants to understand reality and fully distinguish it from his hallucinations.

Fears

Doctors

Needles

Fire

Insecurities

He is very much aware that he's insane and is very self-conscious about it, but he's unable to properly express it.

Biggest Dream

 Right now, he doesn’t have the mental capacity to wish for anything bigger than to fit in with his peers.

Pet Peeves

Being late

Overly complicated instructions

Unhelpful advice

Favorites

Favorite color

Red

Least favorite color

White

Favorite food

Sweets

Least favorite food

Mashed potatoes

Favorite drink

Soda

Least favorite drink

Tea

Trivia

-Alex is based on Alice from the McGee Alice series

-Jade and Floyd took a liking to him because of his violent tendencies. They try to encourage him, even

-Felix is the only one who actually gets his freak

-Alex sensed Riddle’s upcoming overblot as he began seeing him as a monster when he first began accumulating blot. However, it was only after the overblot, when he saw him normally again, that he understood why he saw Riddle as a monster

-The monsters he sees usually look like the ruins from Alice: Madness Returns

-He has little nooks all over campus where he retreats when he’s overwhelmed. These are similar to the flowers in Alice: Madness Returns Alice uses to heal herself

-His birthday is the same day Disney’s Alice in Wonderland came out in 1951

-The screws on his head are a result of his time in the asylum. Removing them risks more harm to his already damaged mental state, so Crewel decided to leave them so long as they don’t bother Alex

-Alex calls Crewel by his first name, Divus, even in class

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“I can't right now, I gotta save Wonderland.”

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~•~ School Life ~•~

School

Night Raven College 

Dormitory

Heartslabyul Dorm

Year

Second

Class

2-B

Student Number

Nr. 18

Best school subject

P.E.

Worst school subject

Potionology

Club

Mountain lovers association 

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“They tell me it's all in my head, but it feels more real than anything else. Reality has become a fluid concept.”

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Backstory

Alex came from a rather wealthy family, but all of that changed when his home burned down and his family died in the fire when he was only 7. He survived by a hair and now has some permanent burn scars. Since that day, he spiraled in survivor’s guilt and PTSD, and was therefore admitted to an asylum.

In that asylum, he was horribly mistreated and subjected to all kinds of outdated “treatments”. He mentally retreated into his fantasy world he called “Wonderland”. However, as his mental health decayed, so did the beauty of Wonderland, which now reflected more and more of his shattered mind.

When he was 15, the asylum was exposed for its inhumane treatments and was shut down. Most patients were relocated, but Alex was too traumatized to accept help from nurses or doctors anymore. To him, everyone was an enemy and he would get aggressive from just approaching him. 

He ran away from the new asylum he was supposed to be put in, expecting more torture. While running away, he ran into a random garden and hid in the shed. That's where Divus Crewel found him. It didn't take long for Crewel to understand that Alex ran away from an asylum and was too traumatized to even think about returning. Instead of forcing him back to the asylum, Crewel took him in, slowly building trust.

A few months later, Alex was found by the authorities, but by then he was showing signs of recovery and the doctors decided that pulling him from his new environment would do more harm than good and Crewel officially adopted him. He took him along to Night Raven College to keep an eye on him while also slowly trying to get him to integrate with the other students. 

Alex spent most of his time following Crewel’s lectures, though he himself didn't really follow them. He just quietly stayed by Crewel's side so Crewel could intervene if he was having a panic attack. Over the next year Alex grew more independent, slowly learning that he suffered from hallucinations, but rarely able to distinguish them. To him, his two worlds had merged into one, and both worlds were equally real. However, he can differentiate between humans and hallucinations, since none of the characters in his fantasy were human.

Alex would often panic as he was “attacked” by monsters, which were really just creations of his own mind. Crewel, not exactly having a psychology degree, decided to give Alex a toy knife to “defend himself”. It worked, to Crewel’s surprise, and Crewel figured so long as he only used it on his imaginary monsters he would be fine. A year later, Alex became an official NRC student.

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“I’m learning to accept that I’ll never be ‘normal,’ but maybe that’s okay. My chaos is part of who I am.”

[ackermans-posts]

❣︎✩ — 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

feat: eren yeager x f. reader

warnings: sexual content, corruption, inexperienced reader, thigh riding, couch sex, pet names, size kink, penetration, dirty talk, slight mean eren, but overall sexy, minors dni

note: enjoy :)

a whole week of eren loving how cute and fragile you are, how horny and needy you can get without even realizing it — practically throwing yourself at him every chance you can get. he doesn’t stop you though, does he? no, because he secretly loves how you walk around the house in adorable pink lace panties and a cute little tank top. his gaze always travels towards the cute buds peeking out of your shirt, and fuck you for that because those nights always end up with him in his room, jerking his cock to the sheer thought of you.

but one thing he fucking hates is how riled up he gets when you dumbly ask to sit on his lap, wanting to be closer to him. it’s almost as if you don’t realize how you grind on his thigh, rubbing your clothed pussy against his leg almost every single time.

“are you in heat?” he says, gritting his teeth like he’s upset with you. your cheeks flush with embarrassment, and you have to cover your face with your hands to hide from him. you don’t have the strength to face him when his handsome face contorts in angry features, it scares you.

“w-what do you mean?” you whisper, fighting the urge to continue with your shameful act as he tightens his hold on your hips.

“just what the fuck do you think you’re doing grinding on me like that?” he spits. a rush of shame fills your body that consumes you whole. why are you doing that? you hadn’t even noticed — too focused on that slight spark of pleasure you felt with each rock of your hips.

“m’ sorry ‘ren.. jus feel really weird right now.. i dunno what’s wrong with me,” you answer quietly, feeling tears burn at the back of your eyes. the ache between your legs stays persistent and you feel lost without the release your body craves.

eren feels a little bad now, being so harsh for no good reason. he should be taking care of you, make you feel so fucking good you won’t be able to stand up straight. “nothings wrong with you baby,” eren murmurs, lifting your chin so you can look up at him, “but that feeling must suck, hm?”

you nod as you feel your lips tremble, your core clenching at the petname erens given you. you stare at him and he smiles, the look making the ache feel all sticky and needy.

“must feel like you jus’ wanna rub that pretty pussy all over something, yea?” he taunts, leaning down to kiss your neck, gently licking and sucking at the sensitive skin. you whimper and nod vigorously, hoping he understands, hoping he’ll help you.

“when you fuck yourself on my thigh, does it help? does it feel so good that you jus’ wanna do it all over again?” eren teases, feeling your legs tightening over his. a murmur of ‘yesyesyesyes’ escapes your lips as he begins to bumps his leg up and down, the friction rubbing against your swollen clit thru your panties.

“please ren’, want it to feel all better” you whimper loud, holding onto his chest as you ride his thigh. his dick hardens, and even he becomes unwilling to deny his pleasure any longer. his thumbs find place on your nipples, squeezing gently as his other hand forces your hips to move faster.

“that’s it. take what you need princess” he grunts, and not even seconds later you’re moaning his name, mouth gaping and whining about how good it feels.

“somethings happening, ‘ren.” you cry, rubbing faster and faster until a sharp pleasure stops you, blinding your eyes and exploding your insides in a fit of ecstasy.

eren groans, eyeing the wet spot now formed on his pants before taking a look at your face. you already look so fucked out its adorable that you think it’s over so soon. “good girl, came so pretty for me,” he smiles, bringing your face in for a messy kiss.

“ren’… felt so good.” you whine, drooping your body over his. he unzips his jeans, pulling his waistband down to reveal his cock, all pretty and veiny hard. your eyes bug out of their sockets, and your pussy contracts around nothing at the sight. “bet it feels even worse now, yea? like you jus’ wanna sink your needy pussy down on my cock?”

“pleaseplease” you cry, and eren wastes no time, sliding your panties to the side and rubbing the tip of his dick thru your folds over and over again till he finally inches his cock all the way down to the hilt, your gummy walls already sucking him in so tight, he’s worried he’ll cum within seconds. you cry, begging and pleading for more time to adjust to his massive girth.

“gonna let me corrupt you, baby?”

[holylulusworld]

Asgardian Possession – Kinktober 14

Summary: You are his.

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Kink: possessive behavior 

Rating: lightly explicit

Warnings: possessive behavior, light smut, protected sex, biting, forced voyeurism, Loki’s tricks

A/N: A short but naughty drabble.

A/N2: idea by anon

Words: 850+

Kinktober 2022

“I bet he tried to kill her.”

You glare at Clint.

“Would shut up, Barton?”

“Not for a million bucks,” Clint smirks as you try to ignore the staring contest going on between Loki, his brother, and two over-protective super-soldiers.

“Brother.”

“Thor.”

“What did you do this time? Did you try to kill Lady Y/N? Yes or no.”

“I would never try to kill my favorite pet. She’s the only one getting my humor. Plus, she makes the best food. I can’t digest the food they offer me on Midgard. Y/N always takes good care of me.”

“That’s no excuse for locking her up in your room, Loki,” Thor’s voice booms through the room. “Brother, she’s not one of your servants. Lady Y/N is a good friend to the Avengers and me.”

“She’s like a sister to me,” Loki’s eyes darken as Steve dares to step closer to you. He grits his teeth while slowly sliding his daggers out of his sleeves to press the tip of one dagger into Steve’s chest and hold the other against the super-soldier’s throat.

“BROTHER!”

“Hands off!! Y/N is my pet. No one can touch her but me,” Loki sneers as Bucky tries to step in front of you. “Last warning. Pet, come over here.”

“She’s not some animal,” Bucky grunts. “Stay away from Y/N, or you can have a taste of my fist.”

“Try me,” the raven-haired trickster gives Bucky a sinister smile. “I bet you can’t even throw a punch before you ended up losing your mind.”

“Brother, don’t,” Thor warns again. “No fighting and no illusions to mess with our allies’ minds. You promised to behave.”

“I promised not to kill them. I didn’t say a thing about keeping them from killing each other.”

Loki just loves semantics.

“Loki of Asgard. You will not use your powers on one of them,” the blonde Asgardian calls for his hammer. “If you don’t listen to me, I’ll send you to…”

“Guys, can you stop fighting,” you finally speak up. “I stayed at Loki’s room on free terms. He didn’t force me to stay. Uh-we read a few books, and talked about Midgard, Asgard, and stuff.”

“Stuff. Right.”

Clint doesn’t believe a single word leaving your lips. He can see it in your eyes. You are lying to all of them to protect Loki.

“You are hiding some things from us, young lady,” your roll your eyes. Entrance Tony Stark. Your self-declared father. Or big brother. Depends on his mood.

“ENOUGH!” Loki’s hands turn blue for a moment. “Get away from my pet. Everyone knows I laid claim on Y/N and her body.”

“Loki.”

You sigh as said man wraps his arm possessively around your waistline. He glares at the men in the room to make sure you belong with him. “Darling. Let me tell them to back off.”

“I told you to stop acting like I’m your most prized possession. Stop calling me pet,” you mutter under your breath. It’s no use. Loki already made up his mind. He won’t back down now.

“I will lay claim on you whenever I want to. Pet, follow me to my chambers.”

“Room,” you correct.

“Chamber.”

You give up for now. “Fine. Bring me to your chamber…”

“Mine. That’s what you are,” Loki is like a man possessed. You didn’t get far and ended up in the communal room. On the couch. “Look at you, filled with your God.”

“Loki, we should go to your room.”

“No.”

He pins your hands above your head. “Loki,” you can only watch him move on top of you. He digs his knees into the couch, and gyrates his hips to hit that spot he always finds so easily. “Fuck.”

“Look at me,” holding his gaze you whimper. Loki looks like he’s about to eat you alive. “You’re mine. Say it.”

“’m yours…”

“Yes you are,” he growls. “Everyone will know it after tonight. Pet, be more vocal. I want you to be as loud as possible.”

You wrap your legs around his waistline and dig the soles of your feet into his ass. His pale skin seems to glow in shades of blue when he speeds up. You can already feel his cock twitch inside of you.

“I want you to cum for me,” you cry out in pleasured pain as it seems his cock just turned a little colder. “Now, pet.”

“FUCK! I … Loki! What are you doing?” arching your back you push your tits in his face. Loki greedily takes the chance to bite your tit again to leave yet another mark. “Cold!”

“YES! I will freeze your pussy if you don’t admit you are mine!”

You fear he’ll tear the condom with his powers.

“Sick bastard,” Steve still fights Loki’s influence. “Let us go or at least look away.”

“No,” Loki licks around your nipple. “I told you that Y/N is mine. You all disagreed so, here we are. Is my godlike cock inside of her cunt proof enough?”

“Brother, I’ll kill you…”

“Nah, you will watch me fuck my queen…”

Loki smirks as your eyes drift toward your friends frozen to the spot.

Loki will force them to watch you get devoured by the God of mischief.

Over, and over, and over again…

Tags in reblog.

[chronosaurusnot]

You belong to me

pairing: dom!bangchan x sub!reader

genre: smut

word count: 2.1k

warnings: idol chan, established relationship, wolfchan, explicit sexual content, cockwarming, pet names, slight degradation/dumbification/humiliation, praising, soft choking, thigh riding, oral (m and f), unprotected sex (stay safe please), cumming, overstimulation, squirting

note: so i decided to post another smut this week just because lol, and i wrote it kinda fast after finding those pics on twitter. i hope you enjoy it as much as i did while writing it!

as always, i’d like to clarify that english is not my first language, so please let me know if there are any mistakes, and feel free to give me suggestions and/or requests<3

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you can’t get out of your mind the image of your boyfriend performing that day. he always causes an impact on you every time you see him on stage; it doesn’t matter that he is already your boyfriend, seeing him perform always fascinates you. but there was something about that kingdom performance that you couldn’t get it out of your mind.

you always found cute the way they compare chris with a wolf, and seeing him wear those wolf ears was actually kinda funny to you. but this time the feeling was completely different. his whole outfit made you go crazy; his tanned skin, his claw marks on his chest and back, the chains on his neck hanging on his body, that weird wolf jacket. and half of the world being able to see him shirtless; you were so jealous since then and desperate to see him in a similar outfit, but this time you wanted yourself to be the only one to see him. you wanted to be the only one who see him dressed in something like that, shirtless, naked. so that’s what you asked chan to do.

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“sit here, babygirl” chan said to you while patting his leg. you’re so fucking mad but can’t think straight, so you just obey.

the whole idea was to you to dominate him, to remind him who he really belongs to. he was yours, it doesn’t matter how many people could see him shirtless and being the fucking sex god he was, he is only yours. since you brought this up to him, you spent days thinkin how badly you wanted to make him a slut for you, making him obey every single word you said. but as always, he ended up winning the command. because, after all, everything you wanted him to do for you, it was actually everything you wanna do for him. you are a dumb slut for him, and there is no more than a couple of bratty acts can do about it.

as you get closer to him, he placed his hands on your hips to guide them to his lap. you feel the time running slower as you take a good look at him before completely sitting. it looked even better than you pictured it: the grey wolf ears matched perfectly with his skin, his eyes with a light make up to make them look darker, the black leather choker around his neck that holded chains that hung down till his hips, his black leather pants.

your eyes ran all over him, making you feel already dumb and fucked up. chris smirks at your reaction, and holds your cheek to force you to look at his eyes. “do you like how i look, y/n?” he uses his other hand to hold your hip even harder, forcing your core to get closer. “yes, you actually did a good job. but this is not about praising you for doing the minimum for your girlfriend.” chan looks at you kinda confused. “you showed this side of you to half of the world before me, chris. i think is fair to remind you who you really belong to”

you were just kinda playing -kinda saying the truth-, but the teasing smile he responded with changed your mood. “what is it so funny to you, peach?” you used his pet name to bring him down, but this time it didn't seem to work. “well princess, i find it funny that you are trying to act cruel on me while i can feel your fucking heartbeat on my lap.” he said in a hurtingly teasing way, and moved his hand to hold you softly from you neck. “it is funny that you want to dominate me, while i got you fucked up only by wearing a fucking dumb outfit.” his words made you feel humiliated, but the way he was looking at your body while saying those words made you feel the complete opposite way. to be honest, only the thoughts of this exact moment made you insanely horny. you just wanted him to do with you whatever he wanted to.

he got you closer by your neck and gave you a kiss that quickly started to get harder. his other hand slowly moved inside your shirt to touch your skin, making you shiver. one of your hands that were playing with his hair went down on his body, touching his whole chest to feel his soft skin and then go up again. but this time, you hold him by the chain that was connected to the choker, pulling towards yourself. the repentine pressure on his neck made him let out a breathy moan. “remember you’re mine, chris” you told him between kisses that started to go down on his neck, making him moan again. “i can let you command just a little bit, babygir-” you interrupted his mocking speech by pulling again the chain, cutting his air and making him smirk at your attitude. “i actually love it when you get bratty, but remember it has consequences” he reminded you, but you didn’t care.

you came back to kissing his lips as the hand that was on his hair started to go down now, reaching for his length. but when you were close to it, he held your hand harshly and put it behind your back. “you’re taking it too far, y/n” he said with another smirk, but this time with a darker look on his gaze. he started to kiss you neck, and his other hand forced you to move your core right up into his hard length. “move for me, princess.”

you obey and start to slowly move on his bulge, and just the first feeling of the leather pant right in your panties made you shiver in pleasure. he kept holding your arm behind your back, forcing you to stay still, while his other hand slowly travelled around the skin of your legs, caressing them under your skirt. the feeling of his dick getting harder it only made you hornier, so you speed up your moves and get close to him to kiss him, holding him by the chains. “are you that needy, babygirl?” he teases, and you would have tease him back if it weren’t that he said it with such a low raspy voice and heavy breathing; it drives you crazy when you hear him like that, so you just abandon the posibility of being able to control him. he was completely dominating you, and the only thing you could do about it is to be a fucking needy slut for him. “please channie, i want you so badly” you lean again for a kiss, but he fights back with a smirk on his lips, enjoying your whinny response. “you know, y/n, i love it when you show me how needy you are for me.” he says while taking off your shirt, taking a good look at the lingerie you were wearing. “so why don’t you get on your knees for me, babygirl?”

you obey instantly, and get on your knees while keeping eye contact with him. you were desperate to see the pretty cock of his, to show him how badly you need it. you keep a gaze on every movement he did. he palmed himself a little bit while looking at you with a smirk before unzipping his pants and taking his dick off his boxers. “would you be a good girl and make daddy feel good?” you nodded and started playing with his tip with only your lips, to what he reacted with a raspy moan. you loved how chris had no shame into letting you hear his beautiful moans, it made you enjoy every single second with him even more. you look at him while still teasing at his tip, and when you see him open his mouth to tell you to stop doing that, you sucked till his base and heard his loud moan. “f-fuck, you are soo good bab-bygirl.”

you kept doing your job as if your life depended on it, sucking all of his length till you tasted his precum. “i’m so c-close baby, you-’re so g-good”. he said while holding your hair and watching every single detail of the scene, feeling the room with loud moans and praising words. you made your moves faster to make him cum, keeping the sucking to clean up, and enjoying all the sounds that came off his mouth. “what a good girl, i gotta give my baby a price” he said between heavy breathings and guided you up holding you softly by your neck. chan holded you with his other hand by you hip to push you closer in between his legs, and started kissing your stomach. the sudden touch oh his lips made you let out a soft moan, and you holded his hair while he moved his kisses slowly to your boobs. without taking your bra off he kept moving up, placing wet kisses now on your neck to keep moving to find your lips. “keep being the good girl you are and ride my leg now, y/n” he said, looking at you with his eyes full of desire. he just loves to see you go completely crazy for him, and obeying to all of his words.

he took his pants off before you sit up on him, and the feeling of now his skin through your panties made you shiver for like the tenth time. “you’re so fucking wet princess” he says with a pleasant voice after the first contact. “ride my leg like my slutty babygirl, show me how much of a slut you are for me” his words only made you hornier, and you started to ride his leg with a fast pace. you moaned in a soft way, and held him again by his chains. admiring his body with that outfit made you more needy for him, grinding faster on his leg and adding even more pressure on your clit. “ch-channie, i’m get-ting close”

“you can’t cum by only grinding on my leg, princess. get up.” he moved you up off him, making you let out a really hard frustration moan, getting teary eyes from the cutted off orgasm. but he pushed you to the couch he was sitting on and spread your legs wide open just like that. “didn’t you need my cock that bad? haven’t i told you that you deserved a price for being such a good girl for me?” chris said while caressing your cheek and putting on his condom. you just observed his full body again, still admiring how fucking good he look with those damn wolf ears. “yes channie, please give it to me” you responded with your whiny voice, bringing him closer by the chains to kiss his lips.

he just started thrusting into you at a merciness hard pace that made you moan loudly his name, the room feeling up with the sound of you both and your heavy breathings. his moves continued to fast thrustings, getting you both closer to your edges with every single movement. “i’m s-so cl-ose baby” you say with teary eyes from the intense feeling. “you feel so fucking good y/n, so wet for me” he says in a completely fucked up voice that started to turn into only heavier breathing mixed with moans. seen him all sweaty and losing his pace made you release all the tension that had been building up in your body, making you scream his name as well as chris cum with you.

but he just let pass only a few seconds before kneeling in front of you. “i told you you deserve everything, babygirl” he said with lust in his eyes and started to eat you up, making you moan with tears falling from your eyes for the overstimulation. he licked your clit so good that it hurted, as the same time that he used two fingers to curl inside your cunt. you were a mess and a mix of screaming moans and tears, and could even hold him by his hair correctly. your body was totally uncoordinated from the intense feeling, and you felt not only the knot in your stomach again but now a feeling of being about to explode. you cried out his name, but it only made him move his tongue and fingers faster, making you release your orgasm with a squirt that messed up his beautiful face.

he cleaned his act up and looked at you with a proud smile on his face, making you notice his fucked up makeup and planting a kiss on your lips. “you liked your price, babygirl?”

[sinfulspencer]

Smut prompts 86 and 128 with Y/N and Spencer please💙

prompt list here #86: “Really? You wanna have sex... here? Now?” #128: “You’d better be quiet or everyone’s going to know what a naughty little slut you are.”

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Rating: mature (18+, minors DNI)

Warnings: Sub!Spencer, dirty talking, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected sex

Words: 2.0k

A.N.: Well, well, well... this is what I imagined happening. Hope you like it. x

“Really? You wanna have sex... here? – you widen your eyes, backing inside the bathroom as Spencer closes the door behind his back – Now?”

Locking the door, he turns to face you and smirks. “Yes.”

You lick your bottom lip, immediately starting to unbutton his shirt without letting him say anything else. His words are more than enough to convince you to have a little fun inside this room, not caring about all the others outside.

Spencer glances out of the window next to him. He doesn’t see the gazebo where all the guests are enjoying their dinner, but he’s terrified that they might see him – and you. Usually he doesn’t mind having these little rendez-vous in public because he finds them quite exciting, but it’s completely different when “public” means “Rossi’s bathroom”.

Tonight is different.

He wants you right now. He knows that if he doesn’t get you, he’ll go crazy.

He won’t be able to last the whole evening without having a little taste of you so he decided to pull you inside the bathroom and just beg you to touch him.

“Spencer... I don’t think this is a good idea.”

He rolls your eyes. “I do. Now please, can I have you? I’ve been good today.”

You take a few seconds to look at him, watching the way he’s already unbuckling his trousers and pushing them down to his ankles. You’ve never seen him like this before, so needy and eager to have you to the point he’s actually ready to fuck you in his colleague’s bathroom during a dinner that is supposed to celebrate the host.

How crazy is that?

“Alright baby, alright. – you whisper, grabbing his tie and pulling him to you – You’d better be quiet or everyone’s going to know what a naughty little slut you are.”

Spencer giggles against your mouth, capturing it in a kiss.

You slide a hand behind his neck, gripping his curls before tugging on them. Spencer struggles to keep his moans deep inside his throat – usually he’d be extremely vocal with your hands in his hair, but tonight he can’t.

He’ll be vocal later, when you’ll finally arrive at his place.

There, he can be as loud as he can – and you can’t wait to tear those pretty moans out of his lips.

His tongue slips into your mouth, melting with yours before his teeth grits your lips. You pull away with a chuckle, lifting your free hand to grab his face by the chin.

“Ah, Spencer... What am I gonna do with you?”

“Anything you feel like doing, mommy.”

Chuckling at his response and the chosen pet name that always brings you joy, you run your hand through his hair before lowering it on his chest to open up his shirt. He allows you to do that, his hands travelling down to grip the soft skin of your thighs.

You can feel his cock pressing against your inner thigh as you finally drop on your knees, pushing his briefs down and freeing his cock from that painful constriction.

Spencer bites his bottom lip, watching you in silence.

“Keep your mouth shut for me, baby, or I won’t let you come at all tonight. – you whisper, your fingers wrapping around the base of his cock and giving it a little stroke – I don’t want Rossi to find out what we’re doing here, it’d be pretty embarrassing.”

He nods his head in agreement, placing a hand behind your head. “Yes, mommy. Yes.”

You lick his cock from the base to the tip, focusing right underneath the head – his most sensitive spot. Spencer widens his eyes and puts his free hand on his mouth, trying to fight the urge to start fucking your mouth – and screaming out your name.

“Fucking tease.”

Giggling, you repeat your actions once again just to show him who’s in control of the situation before slowly pushing his cock over your tongue. You swirl it around his length, coating it with your saliva before pulling away and making sure to keep your eyes on his face the whole time.

His eyes are closed, his head is thrown back, the veins on his neck are more visible and his fingers are tightly holding you by your hair.

You love watching him lose control.

“That’s it, baby, you’re being so good for me. – you whisper, brushing the back of your hand over your wet chin – Fuck my mouth.”

Sliding his cock into your mouth again, Spencer opens his eyes and settles them on your face. Your lips are stretching around his length, your lipstick is completely missing, your eyes are staring back into his and he swore he has just seen an Angel.

He loves having you on your knees for him, even though you still have every ounce of control.

“Feel so fucking good, mommy. – he whispers, his voice barely audible – Can’t get enough.”

Spencer grasps your hair with both his hands, keeping your face still right in front of him before he starts thrusting in and out of your mouth at a quick pace. You feel his cock touch the back of your throat over and over again, forcing you to gag over his length – you’ve missed doing this, you’ve missed being able to feel him on your tongue and have him do all the work.

Sometimes it’s nice to just rest.

And still give him pleasure like this.

“F-Fuck, mommy... Ah.”

You snap your fingers, signalling him to keep quiet.

Nobody needs to know what you two are doing inside this bathroom.

“C-Close, I’m so...”

You place both your hands on his, a silent sign that makes Spencer stop his movements even though he would’ve loved to fill your mouth. It’s been so long since you’ve allowed him to come right there; you’ve been a little too focused on begging him to come inside of you for the last two or three months.

He doesn’t complain.

Spencer watches you as you pull his cock out of your mouth, wiping the saliva from your chin before standing back up on your feet.

Your lips are puffy red and your eyes are watery because of what you just let him do to you – and Spencer has never seen such a beautiful woman.

Not wasting any time, you prop your right leg over the sink and lift the skirt of your dress.

Spencer can see the damp spot on your panties and he’s dying to bury his tongue inside of you, but if he does, he won’t be able to come inside of you – and he wants to do that.

He’ll eat you out later, when you’ll be able to lay down on the bed and enjoy his tongue all over you.

“Come here, baby. Show me how much you need me.”

Spencer doesn’t need to be told twice, casting your panties aside and gently nudging at the entrance of your heat with the head of his cock. His eyes are focused on the beautiful sight of your throbbing heat, teasing you more and more until you grab him by the elbow.

He lifts his eyes for a split second, meeting your annoyed stare.

Spencer understands that he can’t mess with you now.

You both need to be quick.

With a swift move of his hips, Spencer pushes himself inside of you and fills you up to the point you have to grip the cold surface of the sink to steady yourself. You cover your mouth with your free hand and throw your head back against the wall, whimpering when he finally bottoms out inside of you.

Spencer doesn’t move for a few seconds, simply enjoying the tight heat welcoming him and engulfing him. He loves being inside of you, he loves feeling you clench around him even when he’s not moving – you just feel so fucking incredible.

It’s addicting.

“Spencer, baby, I know I look incredible with your cock buried in my pussy but we have to be quick. We don’t have all day. – you whisper, bringing him back down to Earth – Come on, fuck me.”

Spencer giggles against your mouth, the kiss getting rapidly messy and needy as he starts to slow thrusting in and out of you. You grip his bicep with one hand while using the other to steady yourself on the sink, grinding against his cock each time you feel it slip out.

You try to suppress your moans by biting his neck, your tongue running across his skin before you find yourself begging more and more. Spencer tries to move quickly, terrified to disappoint you by making too many sounds.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you baby? You love fucking mommy when all your friends are right outside.” you whisper

Spencer nods his head, leaning forward to kiss your mouth before grunting against it. His thrusts are starting to falter, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside of you that makes your toes curl in pleasure.

You’re pretty sure you’ll get out of that bathroom waddling.

“Such a needy little slut for me. – you moan in his ear, your tongue brushing over his earlobe – Desperate fucking whore.”

Spencer wraps his arm around your waist, supporting you as much as he can while he keeps fucking you.

“I can’t wait to get home, baby, so we can be so loud our neighbours will know the name of who’s making you feel so fucking good. – you say again, making him whimper at the idea of everybody knowing who owns him – Would you like that, baby? Would you like to be loud for mommy, showing everyone how much you like being a good little slut for me?”

Your dirty words, the feeling of his cock hitting all the right places inside of you and the wet sounds of your arousal dripping down your heat and coating his length are enough to send him over the edge.

Spencer groans with his mouth pressed on your shoulder as he finally releases his warmth inside of you, his cock twitching and allowing you to finally relax and reach your peak as well.

Gripping him by the shoulders and whimpering softly on his skin, you enjoy the warm sensation of his come painting your walls as the pleasure slowly starts to vanish.

Your thighs are quivering around his waist and your heart is beating loudly in your chest.

You’d love to spend a few more minutes there to catch your own breath, but you can’t – it’s already been six minutes since you’ve been inside that bathroom.

One more minute will make the other suspicious.

“Baby, we have to get out. – you say, snapping your fingers to catch Spencer’s attention – Come on, tuck yourself back in and get out before me. Tell the others I wasn’t feeling that well.”

Spencer, still dizzy because of the orgasm that you just ripped out of his chest, struggles to nod and pull out of you. Usually he’d spend some time admiring his come dripping out of you and maybe push it back in just to tease you, but he can’t.

He pushes his pants buck up after tucking himself back in and turns to the mirror, trying to fix his mop of curls before glancing at you. Your makeup is not a mess but your hair is – you look incredible anyway. And the sight makes him smile.

“My beautiful girlfriend.”

You turn to him, blushing at his compliments. “Go, Doctor Reid. And thank you.”

Winking, Spencer gets out of the bathroom before you.

He doesn’t like sharing some cuddles after these situations but he understands why he can’t kiss you some more now. He’ll make up for everything once he’s at home, all alone with you in his bedroom – or pretty much everywhere in his apartment.

You don’t have a preference over the surface you want to get fucked on.

Whistling and looking at all the pictures on the wall, Spencer climbs down the stairs to reach the first floor of Rossi’s mansion. Instead of being greeted by an empty living room, he finds JJ and Emily chatting about something – more like whispering, as if they don’t want anybody to know what they’re talking about.

He stops whistling.

When they spot Spencer coming down the stairs, they look at him and they start to giggle.

“Fucking tease.” Emily says, imitating Spencer’s voice

JJ can barely hold in her laughter, walking beside him. “Hope you had fun, Spence.”

Oh, he definitely did.

[disasterofastory]

Ivar’s woman (Ivar x Reader)

Ivar’s woman Ivar x Reader Warning: mention of sex and death

You are so calm in contrast to Ivar, but it doesn’t mean you can’t be as psycho as him.

I want to write a little series where I pair up Vikings characters with opposite personalities.

You sit next to Ivar in the Great Hall. He hugs your waist and eats with his other hand. His braids are newly made, and he smells like herbs and ale. He watches the warriors, and you know what he is thinking. Are they respect him enough? Are they fear him enough? Is he man enough? You pet his nape with your fingers and smile at him. You hate it when he is insecure. He is handsome and smart, and he can fight like any other man despite his legs.

The crowd is so loud and merry you can barely hear your voice. Everybody celebrate your victory against Lagertha and Bjorn, but you both know it’s not over yet. He has to avenge his mother’s death, and then he has to kill Bjorn too. Maybe he won’t have a choice but kill Ubbe too eventually. You are not sure if he will be able to do it, though. He murdered his other brother, Sigurd, but Ubbe is different.

“Are you okay?” He asks after a while. “You seem troubled.” “I’m fine,” you smile at him. “I’m just tired.” “You can go back to our chamber if you want,” he tells you softly. “I know you don’t enjoy these things,” he nods out of the crowd. “No, I’m fine,” you repeat. “I prefer to be with you.” You have to lean closer to him to hear you, and he smiles at it. “You are just a mouse,” he smirks, reminding you of your pet name. Yeah, you are quiet and calm, almost stoic at times, but that’s why you balance Ivar's moods so good. Ivar can scream and yell all he wants, and you can be the rationality next to him. That’s how you met him five years ago. You were the only one who didn’t flinch when he started to rage because of something. He is hot-headed and quick to decide at times, and that's when you intervene to be the voice of reason. “Yes, maybe I’m a mouse, but I tamed the wildcat, did I not?” You ask him teasingly. “Do you think so?” “I’m sure of it,” you answer pompously, sipping your ale. It’s not a secret. You are the only one who can control Ivar. He can fight against the whole world but not with you. Never with you. He kisses you as an answer. His lips taste like ale, and his arm draws you closer to him. You want to drag him into your room to be with him, but it's not the right time. “He is boneless there too.” You hear Margarethe giggles not far from you. You know what she is talking about, and you see on Ivar’s frowning face that he hears her too. You grab his jaw before he can turn to her, so he continues to look into your eyes. You love his eyes even if he is angry. “Don’t care about her, my love,” you tell him softly. “She is crazy, I’m sure there was a reason why Ubbe left her behind.” “But-” he wants to argue, but you shush him. You caress his lower lip with your thumb. “Don’t. If you want to be a King, you can’t let every insect anger you,” you reason him calmly. “Let me take care of these things.” For a few minutes, he just looks into your eyes, thinking about your words. You both know you can’t let Margarethe gossip about Ivar for too long. And you won’t. You just need to wait for the right moment. After a few hours, slowly everybody starts to go home. Harald nods at you two, and you politely smile at him in answer while you watch Margarethe walking out of the night. “Go to our chambers,” you tell Ivar. “I will follow you soon.” He opens his mouth to ask you where are you going, but he doesn’t have a chance, you are already on your way, and he stays at the table with his blonde brother. “Hvitserk!” He wakes him up, and the older Viking sits up abruptly. “You should go to sleep,” he advises him. “Ah, yes,” he murmurs. “Where is Y/N?” “Already sleeping,” he answers, and he isn’t sure why he is lying. “You are lucky, brother,” Hvitserk says, standing up. He has to lean on the chairs for his first steps. “Why?” “Y/N stays with you despite your disability in bed,” he jokes. Ivar doesn’t start to yell, he remembers your words, and he can clearly see Hvitserk is drunk. But he can shut up either. “Y/N would say otherwise, brother,” he smirks darkly. “What do you mean?” The blonde Viking walks to the doors but stops for a moment to turn to Ivar. “She is pregnant.” Hvitserk can’t hide his surprise at Ivar's words. He wants to believe his brother is lying or the child is not his, but he knows you. You would never lay with another man beside Ivar. “Congratulation,” he says finally. His voice strained, and he sounds everything but happy. “Thank you,” Ivar nods mockingly and stands up to go to his room. He seems calm on the outside, but he panics on the inside. How could he lie about this? You are not pregnant! And you definitely going to kill him after this. He changes in his nightclothes and lays down on the furs on his bed while he waits for you. He doesn’t have to wait for long. A few minutes later, you arrive quietly. You don’t look different, but he can feel something changed. He just looks at you for a while. “What did you do?” He asks you. You start to change before him. Your skin is smooth, and he wants to slap your ass before you hide it in your nightdress, but he doesn’t move. You are too far anyway. “Nothing, my love,” you tell him, starting to climb up next to him. “Well… I did something,” he gulps anxiously. He has to tell you before you hear about it from others. “What did you do, Ivar?” You ask him seriously. “I-I told Hvitserk you are pregnant,” he admits it with one breath. He doesn’t dare to look at you. “Ivar!” You bark. “Why?!” “He told me I am lucky to have you, even though I can’t have sex with you!” “But you can!” “But he doesn’t know that! Everybody thinks I’m just an impotent cripple!” For a few minutes, you don’t answer. You lament on his words, and then you decide and climb on top of him while you take off your dress. “What are you doing?” He asks, surprised. He thought you hit him, not climb him naked. He isn't complaining, though. “Well… you didn’t give me another choice,” you sigh. “So we have to work on that child of yours,” you smirk down at him, starting to move your hips against his cock. He always knew the mouse tamed him, but he realizes it truly during breakfast after a long night of sex when he hears the news about Margarethe's death. He glances at you, and you try to hide your sly smile behind your cup.

[astaroth1357]

Demigod MC Series: Poseidon

Fishy fishy fishy… I honestly could write 100 more things for Poseidon MC and Levi. I just love the dynamic between an insecure, otaku shut-in and a chill California surfer dead set on becoming his friend.

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus, Demeter, Athena, Hades Pt. 2, Poseidon 

For anyone unaware, Poseidon is also the god of horses. I know it's a weird combo, but I didn't write the mythos.

Lucifer

…..

They came out of the portal….

On a horse….

They brought the mortal down to the Devildom…

On a goddamn horse….

There's a demigod on a live horse brandishing a weapon and doing laps around the Student Council Room…

Congratulations, he already wants to pull his hair out!!

Honestly, it would have been preferable to pluck them out of the sea. At least then they'd just need a towel! What the hell were they going to do with an entire horse!?

And his nightmare didn't stop there. Poseidon is a notoriously mercurial god, prone to bouts of anger and spitefulness for reasons far less grievous than kidnapping his children… 

Their apology was swift and (seemingly) effective, though the tide waters around the Devildom did rise by several feet for some time…

As for the MC… uh… Well, they're an energetic one to say the least…

Lucifer hasn't met a more active individual since Mammon. They horseback ride, swim, surf, skateboard, and probably do ten other things - the point is, they Hardly. Keep. Still! 

They're also annoyingly easygoing… He can't count the number of times they've told him to, "Just chill out," or, "Hang loose…" What does that even mean??

Between having to order a stable made for their horse and just trying to keep up with them, Lucifer already thinks this mortal has caused him more trouble than they're worth… At least they keep Mammon busy...

Mammon

Upon first meeting them atop their horse, Sunset, his first thought was of course:

"I wonder if I sell that...?"

After that, they nearly fed him to sharks for trying to take their beloved steed on same night. Safe to say, he never touched a hair on its head again…

These two had a rocky start, but their relationship mended fairly quickly. As it turns out, the MC is literally one of those "go with the flow" types. You can say it was water under the bridge soon enough.

Mammon actually thinks the MC is a hell of a lot of fun, even if they're super laid-back. Most of the time, they won’t take his drive for money (or fear of his bills) all that seriously and tell him that he’s worrying too much, but they’ll still lend a hand if its on their way.

He finds their ability to control water pretty cool as well. Levi has it to some extent, but the MC can make a whole-ass whirlpool or use water like a whip! 

He once begged them to call up some rare fish for him to sell, but they got all pseudo-philosophical on him about how “trading life for material wealth” is “not cool, dude...”

He also made the mistake of challenging them to a splash fight only once…. They managed to drench the whole family with a single wave….

The only thing that bothers him is their weird insistence on being Levi's "Best Buddy…" Why would someone like them even bother with a shut in??

Is it the water? … Probably water. Levi, that lucky bastard…

Leviathan 

Thinks they're a big normie, no scratch that, a HUGE normie! The biggest normie he's ever met!! They skateboard and horseback ride for Devil's sake!!

...But they’re also, undoubtedly, the best friend he could've ever asked for.

To be fair to Levi, their friendship was sort of forced upon him. The MC took one look at him, his aquatic-themed room, and his pet goldfish then declared their new friendship status at that moment. 

Unfortunately for him, though, they're energetic, extroverted, and generally have little understanding of personal space… aka, an introvert's worst nightmare…

The next month could accurately be described as the MC doing everything in their power to make their stubborn "senpai" like them.

They would drag him out to the aquarium, beach, or pool; they befriended Henry so he could put in a good word for them; and they'd even bring him little gifts or trinkets they'd find on the ocean floor. Pretty shells and stuff like a cat bringing its master a dead mouse.

After he finally began to accept them as a persistent fixture in his life, he introduced them to gaming and anime and started accepting them little by little...

By the end of their stay, these two were practically inseparable. Not just because they like spending time together, but because they figured out they could have a telepathic link due to Levi being part sea serpent. 

No matter how far they are, they can always have a chat! (That no one else can hear so people think they’re just crazy...)

Satan

Satan honestly isn't the MC's biggest fan, he generally finds them too loud and gregarious for his liking. But their horse…?

He never really thought that he'd be a horse man... Yet it didn’t really take long for Satan to adore Sunset, their beautiful golden-maned mare. Apparently she's not their only horse, but by far their favorite traveling companion.

Sunset is a wonderful horse - brave, strong, and well-trained. It only took a few weeks before he was regularly sneaking out to the stables to brush her fur or feed her apples...

After the MC taught him how to ride, that was it. All other forms of transportation were inferior to him now.

Satan would ride Sunset everywhere and he looked damn good doing it! It takes all that fairytale Prince Charming thing he has going on and puts it through the roof.

It's a good thing too, because when I say everywhere, I do mean everywhere. Lucifer had to put seals on the House doors to keep Satan from riding Sunset through the hallways...

Of course, he’ll always let the MC have Sunset back when they need her!... with a little complaining but nothing terrible.

The MC doesn't mind much because Sunset likes him and they know he takes good care of her, but the rest of the House is slightly unnerved at how quickly he went horse crazy… What if they brought a giant crab instead?? No one wants to deal with crab-Satan...

Asmodeus 

Their body is just scrumptious. Oh, how he could look at their swimsuit-clad figure all day!! 😩

Between the swimming and the fighting, their form is toned to all hell and he can't get enough of it! Yes baby, yes!! Take those clothes off again!!! He'll help~! 😘

When he's not staring at them “totally respectfully,” then he's inviting them out to pool parties or begging them to take him riding...

There are parts of horseback riding he doesn’t like, the smell and the jostling specifically, but there is a kind of… romance to it, no?

He loves having the chance to snuggle up to the MC as they trot around the Devildom! It's so romantic, like they’re his knight in shining armor! (Or his demigod in a damp swimsuit, either works. 😏)

His Devilgram is just full of selfies of him and MC riding on the back of Sunset or sitting by the edge of the pool or them in the middle of a swim meet…

Yeah his Devilgram is now a one part him and one part MC-Appreciation account.

After the pact he'll eventually cool down some and stop staring at them like a sex-object, but even then he'll be at every swim meet. Don't you worry~

Beelzebub 

He actually really likes them! It's great to finally have another athlete in the House. 😊

The MC joined the RAD swim team just as soon the coach was able to convince Diavolo that having the child of a water god wasn't completely cheating... 

Since swim and fangol practice ends at about the same time, they walk home together a lot and complain about... sports things... (Forgive me, I don’t know sports. Uhm... Rival teams? Coaches? That one drill everyone hates? Stuff like that.)

Beel also can surf, skate, and snowboard so the two have a healthy competition going. They're about on equal footing so they tie often (except in surfing but Beel doesn't think that should count cause they’re probably cheating).

The only thing that he has to watch out for is Sunset… As in, he has to watch himself around Sunset because he absolutely could eat her on accident… 

Look, he doesn't want to and he doesn't even like horse meat that much, but even he has to admit there are times he gets hungry enough to consider it…

Of course, he knows that if he ever did Satan would rip him limb from limb then the MC would drown the rest so he really, really tries to control himself… but still… She’s a very healthy horse...

At least he didn’t try to sell her like Mammon. The MC hung him over a shark tank for that stunt… He’d feel bad, but Mammon kind of had it coming.

Belphegor 

The first time they met, the MC smelled like beach water and called him "dude-bro…" He didn't like his prospects.

For a while, he genuinely thought that they had a lump of sand where their brain was. They were just too chill!! Here he was saying that he's being held captive and they were like, "Well that sucks, man… I'll help ya, but I've got practice tomorrow. You can wait, right?"

It's not like he expected them to jump on top of it, but some urgency would have been nice…

When they eventually got around to helping him, he was actually looking forward to choking the life out of them for the extra wait. Unfortunately, they apparently had a horse…

Yeah, Belphie found out just a bit too late that the MC could summon their steed to them whenever they wanted and ended up with Sunset's hooves firmly bucking into his back for his trouble…

What followed was Belphegor running circles around the attic from the weapon-totting MC riding their terrifying murder horse until Lucifer finally intervened....

Thank the gods he wasn’t near any water….

As it would turn out later, as long as he's not being held captive in an attic Belphie kind of vibes with their laid-backness… They say they approach life "one wave at a time" or something.

He could care less about what that actually means, but what it translates to is "Stop stressing out and just keep chill" which he's all about.

Everybody should just chill out!... dude…. Nah, he'll let them stick to the “dude”-thing, it feels weird...

[thefanbasewhore]

To Forget.

Summary: Buck has a nightmare and just wants to forget about it, of course with the help of his girlfriend.

Warning/content: (18+), suggestive content ahead. Biting, slight degration, rough sex, mentions of PTSD but Bucky is a soft little angel towards the end. P in V, oral (female receiving)

Paring: Bucky Barnes x reader

A/N: I don't ever write smut, so this kinda sucks but also took me 2 weeks to write 😡

He's curled on the floor, chest heaving as he takes a deep gulp. Eyes ablaze but wide with sadness, fear of the demons who drown him every night he closes his eyes.

The smallest step has his head snapping in your direction, hand reaching out as if he was looking for something to protect himself with but with a few clicks and gears turning the vibranium hand unclenches a sigh of relief leaving his lips.

"Hi baby." His heart is still pounding, mind still racing as he remembers the reason he's in this predicament. Faces of those he's wrong, guilty he's the reason families mourn and children go without father's. Bucky opens his arms, wanting you close, wants the feeling of anxiety and guilt to go away.

Without hesitation you sink down next to him, finding a home between his arms, chest warm and comforting.

"It's alright Buck, I'm here." Lifting your head to face him, petting his hair as you press a soft kiss to his lips. His eyes are sad, glossy with unshed tears, chest irratic against your own. "I'm here."

A hand against his chest reminds him to breath, taking deep breaths out his nose to ease the burning chest. "You have to start waking me up when you move off the bed, don't like you sleeping out here by yourself."

"You look so peaceful, it would be a crime too."

A warm, soft hand glides up the bare skin of your inner thigh, skillful and unforgiving as it pushes deeper and deeper underneath the hem of the shirt. Bucky's eyes flicker to your own, sad and wild but also, filled with an aching hunger felt deep inside the pit of his stomach. The blues mixed with a sense of panic but layered with cloudy lust. "Wanna forget sweetheart."

The words mean nothing as a finger presses against the bundle of nerves covered by your panties, which momentarily surprises and makes your jump, warm lips press against the junction of where your neck and collar bone joint. "Help me forget?"

It's hard denying such a request especially feeling the cushioning of his bottom lip follow the line of your collar bone with wet, sloppy kisses. He's sucking at the skin, nibbling and paining it purple in his wake, fingers now running over the hem of the black, lace panties. His other hand reaches over, vibranium knotting into your hair, cupping the back of your head to angle your face towards his, it's not soft - rough and meaningful but just enough to make your heart pound and between your legs wet.

Longing eyes as he bites his swollen lips, staring at each other for an eternity - or that's what it feels like. The tension is high, his hardness heavy on your inner thigh as he moves closer, coolness of dog tags felt through the thin shirt, the contact hardening your nipples. Eyes dark are feral and when you dare look away - down at where he throbs against you, he harshly yanks at your hair. "Eyes on me, sweet girl. I still haven't gotten my answer yet."

"Yes, yes, yes." That's all he needs as a tongue wets the skin of your neck, a smooth trail of saliva making your neck his. Flesh hand reaches between, squeezing your tit softly, rubbing it through the shirt and feeling it harden.

Clearly frustrated, his fingers pull at the hem of the shirt with a growl, soon enough it's up and over thrown across the room with little regard. Hands squeeze every round piece of flesh, gentle but meaningful as lips bruise your skin.

His chest flushes against your own, now with heavy breaths for an entirely different reason. Frustrated hands find the barrier between his hand and your aching arousal, face mirroring the irritation because of it as two hands push into hem before shredding them with little regards.

You barely have time to gasp as his fingers fill you, smooth kisses presses against the line of your stomach as fingers slide out before curling up into the spot that makes you cry.

He's relentless, at first it's too much, trying to move up the bed from the source but he holds you still, grounds you underneath him until you're soaking his hand, whining out for him.

"More, more, please." At this point you don't know what you're begging for, something snaps inside you. Warm and filled with a tingle that numbs both legs but between his fingers which move in and out at an unforgiving pace you can't feel a thing.

It's impossible to form words as he hits a spot so deep you cry out.

"Look at you.." He teases but hard eyes are anything but playful, they're cruel and condescending and never leave your own. The way he talks is so filthy, degrading but love every word that falls from his mouth. "All dumb, can't even speak. Am I making you dumb, sweet girl?"

The words get stuck in your throat again, the feeling on his finger hit deeper and deeper as your mouth falls open in a silent scream. Eyes feel heavy, half way closing as walls flutter around his scissoring digits. "Gonna come for me, honey?"

"Mmmm!" Is all you can manage as a pair of teeth sink into your inner thigh, it doesn't break the skin but will leave a mark that will last days.

"Yes you are, look at you. I want it, give it to me." A tongue runs out to roll over the burning skin, soothing it with wet saliva and a few kisses as his fingers milk you through. "There it is, you're gorgeous, baby."

It happens so fast, white, hot pleasure that temporarily blinds you. A dark bliss with shaky thighs, they only thing that pulls you back is the feeling of lips against your inner thighs and clicking of plates and shifting of gears as cool vibranium pets your hair, skimming over your hair line. "You with me, bunny?"

A weak nod but that's all he needs before a long stride of his tongue catches a taste of your cum, squealing at the surprise and sensativity of post orgasm. "Bu- Buck -."

You can't form words once again and he can care less. He's ruthless, nibbling at the over-sensative bundle of nerves, licking and moaning with the slightest shift of his own hips

Hands fall to feel the smooth hair, stands a little longer on top fill into the gasps of your fingers, pulling harder- harder then you usually would but Bucky doesn't seem to mind.

"Buck - ugh!" The sounds are filthy, wet and sloppy as one particularly hard pull of hair muffles a moan that vibrates your whole lower half, legs start to shake as thighs tighten and cup his ears.

He's putting his all and everything into you, drunk on the feeling and taste as everything else in his broken mind disappears - he's tense, angry but only filled with thoughts of you, you, you.

For the second time within only minutes of each other you cum, Bucky doesn't dare move, taste every single drop he could manage before pulling away. Arousal smeared across his face as he sits on his knees between open legs using the back of his hand to wipe whatever he could manage.

The loud announcers of the soccer match on the television is the only sound next to the heavy breathing, breasts moving with every breath and Bucky can't look away. Metal fingers cool your nipple, squeezing and pinching as you let out a gasp and cower from the touch. The hand fingers your chin, clicking as it curls against the chin and pulling eyes to his open.

He doesn't bother with words, instead closes the gap between both of you. Taste of yourself tangy on lips, a strong tongue parting lips as the shift of hips has his cock kissing your opening. He tests the waters, pushing forward for the bulbous head runs up and down and up again to touch the bundle of nerves that makes you moan under his mercy.

Tears of frustration prickle eyes but his tongue continues to messily run over every part of your mouth - the roof, the tongue, sucking lips purple and swollen - he can't get enough. It's torturous but soft, lips are kind and caring and considerating on the distraction for the moment.

"You're so beautiful, how'd I get so lucky?." He sounds drunk whispering against your lips, slurring and slow as flesh fingers knot the back of your hair to bring you deeper into his lips. "Can't get enough of you."

"Buck, need you." Wether he hears the words or completely ignores them, his tongue rolls over your own, sharp teeth catching the fat of your lip as his hips tut into yours. He's throbbing against your inner thigh, pre-cum mixed with your own arousal soaking the skin.

The small hand goes unnoticed as it slips down his hard stomach, following the trail of hair that leads to him. His lips are too busy, messy and wet as they move against your own. A hand wraps around his hardness, momentarily separating where you two meet, a small gasp parting lips.

His eyes flutter close as you pump him, pressing soft, gentle kisses against his shoulder. The skin is hot, and still tastes salty from his dream but the whisper of your name under his breath has you reaching forward, fingers at the base of his neck to bring him to your own lips.

You take this time to squeeze and he groans, unaware of your true intensions to push him off, hands against his chest to apply a force that's enough to knock him into his back.

Pretty blue eyes with soft alabaster skin, which flushes compared to the disholved light pink blanket that's fabric tightens under his body weight but never leaves your face, well maybe a second to watch you straddle his thighs, rub your aching pussy against this heavy length.

He doesn't fight as you lift yourself up, rubbing the throbbing head against your folds before slipping into the warm, wet hole with a hiss.

"Jesus, sweetheart." He groans, every inch sending a shock of pleasure up his spine but also stretching you so good it's intoxicating. Drunk on him, the way blue eyes beg you for more, bites his lip and smirks seeing just how ruined you already look.

Finally he's snug, not an inch left to move but you're so warm he doesn't know if he wants to, so you decide to for him. Pressing a hand against his chest for support, giving him an experimental roll that receives a deep breath, "That's it."

"Look good like this." Cool metal squeezes your left breast with his admittance as your hips finally find their rhythm.

Bucky flesh hand follow the lines of your stomach, over the roundness of your breast grab ahold of the posterior aspect of your deltoid, the other cool one is digging dents into the skin of your hip as another skillful roll of your hips has his head rolling back onto the ground.

His mouth hangs open, soft praises filling the air.

You're so good to me.

That's it honey, feel so good.

Eyes squeezed shut as small, sloppy kisses are felt against his neck. A set of teeth digging into the skin and something snaps. A snarl with teeth, fangs on full display as he uses his hand placement as an advantage to turn the pair of you. He pulls out with a hiss, angry and red but the hand against your back guides you to lay on your stomach. With a gentle but meaningful push pressing your cheek to the floor and keeps it there, his other hand curling around your hips to pull them towards him.

Without a word he splits you open again, easing himself until you're a withering mess, under the mercy of his hand which keeps your head grounded, the surface of the floor cool on contrast with the skin of your cheek. He doesn't waste any time, pulling out before trusting so deep you feel him in your stomach.

It doesn't stop, over and over again. Every ounce of frustration is felt as he sheths every inch of himself inside you. Brutal, almost painful but clouds your mind, barely can speak as his hips snap against your own.

He's taking it out on you, so lost in his pleasure he's temperily blind from why this even started in the first place, all he can concentrate on his how good and right you feel, the sound of your arousal every time he trusts into you, the way his name falls from your lips.

A small ache starts to form from the repeated force on your ischial but it's burns so good as he continues to split you open.

"Fuck..." He moans, "So good, sweetheart."

His hips are faultering and slowly loosing rhythm as he hears his end, the vibranium fingers squeeze your ass before pulling away and coming down to hard you see black and feel the rush of blood to that area makes you dizzy.

It's a sharp, searing heat that fills your stomach. Under his mercy as he claims you his, teeth scrape but his lips follow behind to soothe. A hand cups the back of your neck, pulling you towards him but his hips never stop, he's filling you with a brutal pace as your back makes contact with his swollen chest.

The hand wraps around the front now, squeezing the tender area of your neck and you're a mess, feeling his other hand press down on the bundle of nerves that makes you squeal, begging for more.

Arousal coats your legs, thank God he's holding you up because they're shaking, unsteady as he bottoms out inside you again. The bulbous head stretching you to no return, he changed the angle by flexing an knee for more force and you're done for.

Teeth nipping your ear, down the sensative skin of your neck that's already covered with all his love bites, soothing them with the warm surface of his tongue. Heavy breathing in your ear all you could hear as all your other sense dull out, falling limp in his arms.

It's numbing the way the orgasm hits you, blinding and all you can feel is a red hot release that bubbles your chest, makes you cry out for him. All you can hear is a moan in your ear, the "Good girl," as Bucky nears his end.

Almost seconds later, hips still against your ass, pressing harshly as white spurts coat your walls and follow with a small kiss against your shoulder.

He's breathing heavy, slowly lowering both of you on the floor but doesn't dare pull out, instead pulls you close to his chest, sensative and twitching.

He's breathless, but looking over your shoulder to see the closed mouth smile with an appearance of a dimple. "Thank you, baby doll. Feel better already."

His tongue clicks at the imprint of his hand on your cheek, red and on fire but due to the post organism haze you barely felt it. The outline of his fingers starting to rise off the skin, it would be there for a while. "I'm sorry." An apologetic kiss touches your arm, follows a trail up and to your back, soft breath fans your neck, "I was too rough, took it out on you."

Sleepily shaking your head with a goofy grin, "Was good, like it."

A hand cups your head, lifting it front the hard floor to place a pillow there and gently placing it there. The other rubs soothing circular motions over your ass check, with a small frown.

"Bucky, it's okay. I'm fine."

"Don't like hurting you, was too rough." He argues, guilt creeping at his shoulders, weighing then down aa avoids eye contact.

"I liked it." Despite your sore extremities you turn to face him, one hand comes up to cup his cheek, rub the high globes of his face and vibranium soon follows to cover yours. "You were not too rough, in fact, wanna give me a matching one on the other side?"

[echo-of-sounds]

waking up

Small headcanons of how waking up with Aizawa, Toshinori, Hizashi, Fatgum, Gang Orca, and Hound Dog would be like.

Warnings: nothing incredibly explicit, but a couple of these talk about sex

Aizawa Shouta

Waking him up: Most days, Shouta wakes early. His body’s used to rising early, so it naturally does on the weekends as well, as much as he absolutely hates it. To make up for the early rising, he chooses to lay in bed until the absolute last minute. Your body is often his pillow while he stews about the oncoming day.

If you need to wake him, expect lots of pushback and grunts and swears. Watch out for his hands. They might try to pull you under the blankets, halting your attempts and keeping you tight in his arms. That would be great if his work didn’t start in ten minutes. To help, have coffee and a muffin ready. The quick breakfast drives him just enough to get up and get dressed.

Waking you up: Don’t expect anything romantic. The guy can barely wake himself. Shouta goes with an ‘easy’ shoulder nudge. It could turn into a shove or squeeze if you’re a heavy sleeper. He isn’t mean about it though. He has no want to be your rude awakening. 

When you’re both able to sleep in, free from any tasks and jobs and errands, Shouta’s mind forgets about waking up, more preoccupied with staying beside you. He loves, but won’t admit, how much he loves when you’re facing each other and you hold him in your arms. Lips press over your chest. Legs languidly rub against yours. Brush his hair with your fingers, kiss his forehead, and whisper him back to sleep. He’d stay snuggled together like that all day if you let him. And it’s easy to do just that once you see him finally sleeping restfully. 

Yagi Toshinori

Waking him up: Toshinori doesn’t get the necessary amount of sleep. He’s also a fairly light sleeper, and stress and anxiety keep him restless. On the off chance he isn’t woken up by you getting up, usually, all it’ll take is a shoulder tap. It’s better to wake him with a cup of green or ginger tea in hand. The warmth eases his mind. And he enjoys enjoying the morning drink beside you.

It’s seldom for him to spend an entire day relaxing. When it finally happens, just leave him be. You can hear him tossing and turning, but restless rest is better than none. Eventually, he may stagger into the living room with groggy eyes and a drowsy smile. Invite him to lay on your lap. As your fingers comb through his hair, he nods off, motionless and content under your care.

Waking you up: Toshi, no matter if you slept in and need to rush out the door, gently kisses your forehead, welcoming you awake. His chilly hands are a shock but his warm lips compensate for it. He nestles close, continuing his butterfly kisses over your shoulders and neck. Your weak, half-asleep laugh is one of his favorite sounds.

If you had a bad night or he’s in a particular mood, he makes your preferred breakfast before waking you. While it’s preparing, Toshi crawls over you and lovingly massages your back. His whispers of your beauty touch your ears. His kisses on your neck rouse you. The kneading travels lower and, when you roll over to return the kisses, skims into your underwear, softly stroking you for the perfect morning orgasm.

Yamada Hizashi

Waking him up: You’re going to have to be quite stern with Hizashi. He’s a heavy sleeper. An alarm doesn’t work that well. Sunlight doesn’t faze him. Use food. Bribe him. Egg Benedict with extra sausage always works like a charm. The smooches he gives you in thanks are also nice.

Sometimes his sleep isn’t the quality it should be. Fidgeting and hyperactivity keep his mind from fully resting. You can tell by his eyes when it was one of those nights. He’ll stumble out of the bedroom at six in the morning, barely able to focus (mentally and physically) on anything. Brew some chamomile tea, hunker down on the couch, and, hopefully, he’ll doze off, resting on your tummy.

Waking you up: An alarm clock is the best way to wake up, so you don’t have to deal with the rude awakening that is Hizashi. He belly-flops on the bed and shouts your name. The morning is supposed to be a cheerful time. But he doesn’t understand (or just really doesn’t listen/care) how some need a more peaceful alarm than him.

Rainy and snowy mornings are excellent for staying snuggled in bed together. The covers are only opened for bathroom breaks or a snack run. Other than that, you remain cuddled up, making out during the commercials of old cartoons and dumb B movies. 

Toyomitsu Taishiro

Waking him up: Taishiro always manages to wake up in a great mood. It’s kind of weird. You could pour water on him and he’ll bid you good-morning with a laugh. But don’t do that. He doesn’t deserve it, and it’s a pain to dry the sheets. The sweetest way is to climb onto his stomach and kiss him awake. He sighs into your mouth, mumbling he loves you.

Since he only has one job, he can sleep in much more than the other guys. That means you’re getting cradled and fondled all morning. His joyful mood rubs off on even the grumpiest person. His kisses comfort even the saddest person. And since he favors sleeping naked, the petting generally leads to morning sex. His lovable and attentive fingers play with you, however you so desire.

Waking you up: It’s normal for you to come to, or at least stir a little, when he gets out of bed. The shifting weight is very noticeable. But it’s easy to adjust to. If he ever accidentally fully rouses you, he hushes you to sleep by stroking your head and softly whispering a lullaby. Despite his voice not being topnotch, it’s deep and soothing, ideal to drift off to.

Every once in a while, Tai treats you to a big breakfast. The smell of perfectly sizzled bacon and rising pancakes drifts into the bedroom, waking your stomach before your brain. And by God, his pancakes are immaculate: golden brown, round, fluffy, and buttery. They’re topped with peanut butter and drizzled in real maple syrup. It’s to die for.

Gang Orca

Waking him up: Kugo doesn’t sleep in. Once it hits five in the morning, he’s up. He enjoys the quiet time, watching the sunrise, and drinking coffee while reading a book. If he isn’t awake by the time you are, something’s wrong. He’s either sick, recuperating after a strenuous fight, or having an off mental day.

Don’t disturb him. Simply lay with him. He may wake from your touch, but it’ll also lull him back to sleep. Whatever he’s struggling with is alleviated with your presence. The covers are a small sanctuary that only you two get to experience. 

On the rare chance Kugo has the day off and chooses to stay in bed, he lifts you onto his chest. The downtime together is savored. It’s okay that you’re sleeping through it. Feeling your body, watching your face, and hearing your breathing is more than enough. Whenever you begin to rouse, he holds you close, stroking your back, assuring you your morning is as calm and gentle as can be.

Waking you up: Most often, you’ll need to rely on an alarm clock. Kugo’s out the door and working before you need to get up. Days when he’s home, he turns off the alarm and runs his fingers over your forehead and cheeks, calmly greeting you as your eyes flutter open. Your sleepy smile at him warms his heart. It keeps him coming back to you every morning, tenderly waking you for another day.

Hound Dog

Waking him up: This is a chore. If Ryo doesn’t want to get up, Ryo doesn’t get up. You can try ripping off the covers, rolling him over, bouncing on the bed, and playing loud music. He just doesn’t care. Like Hizashi, the easiest way is to draw him out with food. The instant you step through the door, carrying breakfast burritos stuffed with eggs, ham, bacon, sausage, salsa, and a plethora of vegetables, he’s bounding out of bed. 

Another surefire way is to give him a blowjob. His hormones are akin to a teenager. Morning wood is common and sucking him off, riles him up. The arousal overpowers any sleepiness.

Waking you up: Ryo enjoys licking your cheek. The sudden wetness is plenty to wake someone up. And it tickles as he nibbles behind your ear, especially with his cold, twitching nose. The more reluctant you are to wake up, the more his tongue prods. Don’t make his fingers join in. 

Ryo isn’t a snuggly guy, so snuggly mornings don’t happen often. Soak it up when your waist remains bundled in his arms. He’s big and warm and superior to any giant teddy bear. You may feel an occasional lap of his tongue. Your natural taste is the strongest in the morning, and he wants to lap up all of it. Your smell is similar. It’s possible it’ll draw his licking downward for the full experience, leading to sleepy, relaxed morning sex.

[professorrw]

Heyy could you do a scott lang smut where he's trying to be more dominant im bed but obviously doesn't work bc hes such a sweetheart and clumsy and reader teases him about it so he decides to show her that he can be dominant when he wants to ;)

Thank you for the request! I feel like that is totally something Scott would do 🤣

Pairing: female reader x Scott Lang

Requested: Yes

Warnings: smut, 18+, fluff, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, pet names (sweetheart)

A/N: Requests are open for one-shots, headcanons, imagines, and drabbles for My Hero Academia, Harry Potter, and Marvel! My taglist is open so if you’d like to be on that just tell me! Please like, comment, and reblog!

Scott tries to be sexy. To you he already is, but that doesn’t stop him from trying to put on the moves in bed. When he tried to say something dirty it just didn’t sound right and would make you dissolve into giggles. Apparently your boyfriend didn’t appreciate that and it only made him try harder.

“Come on, wanna ride daddy?” he asked.

“Oh my god Scott stop. I can’t take it anymore.” You were clutching your sides they were hurting so much from laughing. You were laying in bed and he randomly started saying lewd things in a low voice. His green eyes were trained on you and a smirk was plainly displayed on his face. At least it was until you started laughing at him.

“You aren’t helping. I’m trying to be hot. Is it not working?” He was trying to hold back his smile but it was absolutely killing him. He himself felt strange saying such unfamiliar words. It wasn’t like him to act like a six foot five mafia boss. Scott was sweet and goofy, not dark and brooding.

“It’s not- I hate to break it to you. But I admire the effort.” You leaned over and kissed his cheek. He pouted but the smile reappeared on his face when you kissed him.

Right before your face could get away from him he caught your jaw in his hand. “I’m not done trying.” His gaze flickered from your lips to your eyes before he pressed his lips against yours. He really caught you by surprise doing that. It was something he’d never done before but you liked it.

His tongue slipped into your mouth and immediately took dominance. You didn’t know what switch flipped inside of him but you wanted to find it for next time too.

In no time he was completely on top of you, knees pressing into the bed on either side of your thighs. His arms were flexed and holding onto the backboard at either side of your head. His bulge was pressed against your stomach and you could feel a warm feeling growing in your lower regions.

He was kissing you with such an intensity it left you craving for more. When he pulled back your lips tried to follow his and he chuckled.

“Uh uh uh. If you want me you have to ask sweetheart.”

“Scott” was the only word that came out of your mouth before he was kissing you again. The hands that were on his sides had traveled further and were now pressed against his cock through his boxers. He took a sharp inhale when he felt that pressure against him but kept on with his kissing.

You took the liberty of pulling down his boxers and freeing his hard member. With your mouth still focused on his, your hands focused on the length you were now stroking. With one hand you pumped and with another you gently massaged his balls.

When you did that Scott accidentally bit down on your lip and groaned. You smirked and pulled just a few centimeters away. “You like that Scottie?”

He didn’t answer because he was still fighting to be the dominant one. Instead of reattaching his lips to yours he started to attack your neck. His hands quit clutching the headboard and came down to your chest. You weren’t wearing a bra beneath your nightshirt and he dipped his hands under the fabric and groped your boobs.

You were both fighting for control but with Scott pinching your sensitive buds and sucking on your neck it looked like he would win. You internally decided to let him win this and see what would happen. From what you could tell, dominant Scott was pretty fun.

Scott recognized your defeat and continued further down your body. He made a pit stop to kiss your nipples through your top and went even further to where your pajama pants began. He sat back up and pulled them down agonizingly slow.

You were waiting in anticipation for him to touch your needy core and in effect your eyebrows were drawn together and your bottom lip was in between your teeth. He glanced at you and saw that expression, which egged on his charade. You were giving him the exact response he wanted.

“Look at you sweetheart. You want it so badly,” he teased. The roles had officially been reversed and he was now the one teasing you.

He didn’t make you wait much longer though, for he pulled down your underwear and put it next to him on the bed. To make his life easier he hooked his hands under your legs and placed them on his shoulders. He had pulled you so high up that his face was less than a foot away from your pussy.

You propped yourself up on your elbows and watched with glossy eyes as he put his mouth to your clit. With the very tip of his tongue he licked it, teasing it. He attached his whole mouth to it and sucked. That warm feeling started to build and in a heartbeat your eyes were closed and your lips were parted.

He didn’t suck on your clit for long. He had other business to take care of first. He licked at your folds, getting a taste of you. He then pushed past them and into you. He moved his warm tongue all around your silky walls, curling and circling to his heart's content. You couldn’t see him with your eyes closed but the moans escaping your lips were setting his heart aflame.

Your arms were starting to ache and you gave a breath of relief when Scott set you down on the bed.

His act dropped for a second in worry. “Are you okay?”

“My arms were starting to hurt,” you admitted.

“I’m sorry sweetheart.” He leaned forward and kissed your cheek before he parted your legs once more. He was back on his knees and he was getting ready at your entrance. He moved the tip of his cock along your folds before inserting them past the barrier and into your velvety cavern.

You both release moans at the amazing sensation. Scott rocked back and forth on his knees, gaining momentum as he went on. From the tongue that he had just given you, you were close to your orgasm already. Scott was aware of that but he didn’t want to rush you into it.

He thrusted into you and hit your g-spot, sending a loud moan. He took that as a good sign and continued to try to hit that spot, succeeding multiple times until you were damn near your climax. His thrusts were getting sloppier and he was getting worn out but he wasn’t going to quit on you. He kept on thrusting and coaxing you with his voice.

“Come on baby. Come on, cum for me.” After repeating that and moans in general, sure enough you were there. A higher pitched moan came from your throat and you could feel the nice release wash over you. Scott thrusted more but slower now that you had cum.

He didn’t need intense thrusts to get him to his orgasm so he rode it out until he reached his orgasm. He came inside you and sat there for a minute so he wouldn’t make a mess. He reached next to him and grabbed his discarded underwear and held it under his cock when he slid it out.

You saw the whole thing and giggled.

He had quit acting tough and sexy and smiled. “What?”

“Nothing, nothing.”

“I didn’t want to make a mess. I can clean the underwear pretty easily. It would be harder to wash the whole comforter.”

You playfully scoffed and pulled him down so he was lying next to you. You rolled over and laid your head against his chest. He wrapped his arm around you and kissed the top of your head.

“I love you Scott.”

“I love you too sweetheart.”

[holylulusworld]

The washing machine incident

Title: The washing machine incident

Square Filled: friends to lovers

Ship: Sam Winchester x fem!Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester

Rating: Explicit

Summary: You wanted clean clothes. Sam wanted more.

Warnings: language, smut, unprotected sex, sex on a washing machine, dirty talk, creampie, possessive Sam, unintended voyeurism, Dean is just done

A/N: Inspired by the scene in 15x20.

Word Count: 1,9 k

Written/Created for: @winchesterandbeyondbingo​​

Divider by @firefly-graphics​​​​​​

2021 Winchester and Beyond Bingo

“Sam,“ groaning you pinch the bridge of your nose. Sam leans against the washing machine, reading another book while you try to get his attention. While the hunter keeps on reading his book, you admire he’s taller than the shelf on the wall.

“Sam Winchester?” he still doesn’t react. Maybe the machine is too loud, or you are not loud enough but he keeps on reading his book, frowning when it starts to shake considerably, and so is Sam until he gives it a kick.

“Hey, you can’t just kick the poor machine,” he finally looks up from his book, smirking when you stand in front of him, your laundry tugged under your arm. “I was talking to you, Sam.”

“OH, it was your voice calling for me,” he husks, eying you up and down. “I thought Dean was watching porn or something. You sounded so—"

“I sounded like what, Sam,” you wonder. “I wanted to wash my clothes, but I see you are busy washing yours.” 

“You could’ve told me so,” he closes the book, placing it onto the shelf behind him. You use the momentum to admire his ass, whimpering when he sticks it out. “Next time, holler, and I will take care of your cute panties and bras.”

You blink a few times when Sam slowly moves toward you. He still has a smirk on his lips when he stands in front of you to cup your chin with two long fingers. 

“I think—,” you swallow thickly. His gaze too intense you drop your eyes to his throat, watching it contract. “I should wash my underwear, Sam.”

“I don’t mind,” he dips his head to look you deep in the eyes. A whimper escapes your lips, and you wonder if your panties will survive another moment close to Sam. “I wouldn’t mind taking it off first to sniff at it.” 

Your knees buckle the moment his lips claim yours. The kiss is soft at first. Sam’s large hand cradles your cheek gently, and you get lost in his taste and the way his lips move against yours. 

“Sam—” you moan against his lips, press your body closer to Sam’s to feel him against you. “What are we doing here?” you are friends for as long as you remember, and you don’t want to ruin your friendship for a stupid crush.

“I don’t know what you are doing, baby doll,” he pecks your lips, tongue licking into your mouth. He groans when you grasp for his hair, harshly tugging at his silky stands. “But I will fuck you on the washing machine until you scream my name.”

“What?” an odd noise leaves your throat when Sam easily picks you up to place you onto the washing machine. He steps between your legs, already tugging at the plaid you stole from him. 

“I said I will fuck you,” he kisses you again, more demanding this time, “fuck, use your tongue,” Sam breathlessly moans, urging you on to explore his mouth just like he does.

“Sam, we are friends and—” one large hand cups the back of your neck to force you to hold his gaze.” Saaam…” his other hand deftly unbuttons your plaid, or rather Sam’s, but who has got the time to define ownership when his large hand gropes one of your breasts.

“I’m going to fuck you on this washing machine, fill you up so good with my cock you’ll never want anyone else. I waited long enough,” he purrs against your lips. “I’m a patient man, but my patience is wearing thin for months.”

“You want to fuck me,” your hands shoot forward to grip his plain grey shirt, tugging harshly at the fabric to bring him down to your eye level. “Sam Winchester, if that’s a bad joke I’ll castrate you in your sleep.”

“Y/N,” he grins while shoving the plaid you are wearing down your shoulders to reveal your chest  to him, “you have a way to get a guy hard.”

“I just don’t want to ruin our friendship,” you squeak when Sam fists your bra to rip it into two halves. He ignores the pout on your lips, simply kisses it away. “SAM!”

“I told you,” he shoves one hand down your panties to toy with your swollen clit, “my patience is gone. I fantasized about fucking you for a month now.” he grins wolfishly, before he shoves two long fingers into your slit, causing you to jolt backward, hitting your head on the shelf behind you.

“Fuck, Sam. Oh god,” you move to the edge of the machine to grind against his fingers. The washing machine vibrates underneath your ass, and you suddenly know why so many of your friends told you they love to fuck on a washing machine.

“You’ve got such a nice and tight little pussy,” the way Sam talks to you is more than filthy. Not in your wildest dreams did you imagine Sam Winchester is a dirty talker. “I will fuck you so deep and hard you’ll walk funny for days.”

“What if Dean walks in on us,” you fight to unbuckle Sam’s belt, cursing when Sam slips his fingers out of your dripping cunt to help you shove his pants and boxers down. 

“Impatient much, kitten,” you furrow your brows at the pet name but don’t mind, too busy to get Sam out of his clothes. “What do you want to see first?”

“Fuck me,” you lick your lips when Sam’s cock springs free. He’s thick, veiny, and all you want from a cock. “How do you hide that monster in your pants?”

Sam moans deeply when you gently start to run your hand up and down.

“I—fuck me,” Sam groans. He throws his head back, hands grasping for your thighs to dig his blunt nails into your flesh. “If you don’t stop, I’ll cum right here all over you.”

“I wouldn’t mind,” your cheeks heat up when Sam looks down at you, snickering at your boldness, “but I want you inside today. We can talk about the other thing later, when you filled me up so good I will walk funny—”

Dean is washing the dishes in the kitchen wondering why you didn’t come back to help him like promised. “Sammy? Y/N?” grumbling Dean grabs the next plate. “Where are you? I thought they wanted to help me.”

Miracle looks up at Dean, whining when the hunter puts the plate aside. “I bet they are hiding from me to leave me to the dirty dishes, Miracle. How about we go and look for them. I won’t clean the kitchen alone…”

“Sam,” you grip his shoulders, dig your nails into his flesh when he hastily spreads your legs. For a moment he just looks down at your chest, watches it rise and fall. “Fuck me.”

“I’m on it, kitten,” he grips the base of his cock, runs his large hand up and down his length. “Do you think you can take me?”

“I want to feel that monster split me open,” your lips part the minute Sam runs the wide head up and down your clit, teasingly slapping your little nub with his cock. “Please.”

“Beg me again, baby girl—” you whine, wanting Sam to finally give you what your body is craving. “I want to hear it.” the washing machine makes an odd noise, just like you when Sam grips his cock to push the tip in.

“Fuck—” you watch Sam grip the shelf above your head with one large hand to get more leverage to shove himself into you. He’s too engrossed to watch his cock disappear inside your body to care about your nails scratching down his bare chest. “OH, fuck, Sam.”

“There you go, Y/N,” he grins down at you, watches you pant heavily. Your body fights the wide stretch, tries to accommodate Sam’s size but it’s no use. “So, fucking tight for me.”

“You’re simply too big,” you complain, still, you wrap your legs around his waistline to tilt your hips, taking the last inches of his length. “I think, I never felt so full.”

“Good,” his other hand grips your right thigh, squeezes your flesh hard enough to hurt. “You’re mine, just like your tight little pussy. No one will touch you ever again.”

Sam moves slowly at first, gives you shallow thrusts while his hand grips the shelf tighter. You fear he will tear the shelf off the wall sooner or later if he doesn’t stop using all his strength. 

The veins in his arm stick out, sweat runs down his chest and you are sure, no other guy ever looked so good while fucking you.

While your lover is busy cupping your face with his free hand to force you to meet his intense gaze, you try to focus on anything but his hazel eyes watching you. 

You rock your hips, legs still slung around Sam’s waist while he just watches you take his cock as he dreamed of so many times.

The rhythmic rocking of the washing machine and the way Sam moves inside of you already have you on the edge. The heat in your abdomen rises; turns into a raging fire when Sam angles his hips to hit that sweet spot letting your vision white out.

“Fuck, I wanna have you over that machine,” you whine when he pulls out to help you turn on the machine. “Always wanted to hold you down and fuck that pussy when you bent over the table at the library.”

“Ah, Sam—” he kicks your legs apart while you grip the edge of the washing machine. “Fuck, I wanna cum.”

“You will,” he slowly inches his way back inside your body. “Right fucking now, kitten. I will fuck you over that machine and later, on any surface. My bed will be the endgame.”

“Y-you thought about this a lot, huh?” Sam grips your hips, to drag you onto his length with every thrust. “Shit, you did…”

“Yeah,” he states, hips crashing into your ass. Sam is by all means not gentle anymore. He roughly slides into you, groaning when you take every punishing thrust. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

D-dito,” you cry out. Your walls grip his length tightly, clench painfully around his cock to milk him dry. “Ah, shit. You just came inside.”

“I will always fill you up,” Sam states. “I marked this cunt, and no one will ever take it away from me.” 

While you lie on top of the washing machine, catching your breath, Sam leans over you to kiss your neck softly. 

“Fine, but no funny business at the kitchen, we eat there, Sam.”

“Oh kitten, I will christen every room at the bunker with you, fuck you everywhere. Even on top of my brother’s car…”

“No, you won’t! Keep my Baby out of this—” Dean grunts, covering his eyes with the dishtowel. “Whatever this is. Guys, we wash our clothes here. Can you just not?”

“It was an accident…” you lie. “Sorry, D’.”

“Oh, did Sam slip and end up inside of you?” turning around Dean whistles for Miracle. “Boy, don’t look at them. They are disgusting and this is not for your eyes. Let’s go.”

“Sorry, Dean,” Sam snickers when his big brother storms out of the room. 

“About time you fucked, but you won’t do it at a room we share ever again. And hands off my car!”

In the coming years, Dean will bring up the washing machine incident whenever he wants you or Sam to clean the bunker…

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[sillyrabbit81]

The Instructor Part 2

Summary: You and Agent Walker meet again

Pairing: August Walker x Female Reader

Word Count: approx 2.4k

Warnings: angst, smut, dubious consent, unprotected sex (p in v), fingering

Masterlist

Part 1 Part 3

The Instructor Part 2

A month came and went.

Then six weeks.

Seven.

Eight.

Then you stopped counting.

You felt used, and grew angry. The submissive part of your nature had been taken advantage of and you swore it wouldn’t happen again. Never again would you allow your desires to be seen by any man, let alone by Agent Walker. You collect your memories of him, gather them into a box, seal it tight and bury it in the darkest corner of your mind. You don’t even bring it out on lonely nights anymore, it hurts too much.

You focus on work and fall into your new routine: wake up, work out, work late, eat take out, sleep, repeat. The days soon melted into one, weekends forgotten as the routine is the same as weekdays. Your work was repetitive and uninspiring. You were a junior Agent after all. You knew to expect a few years of grunt work before anything meaningful. You kept your head down and did what you had to do, hoping your diligence paid off and the higher ups noticed.

Despite your hard work, you were surprised when you were called into your boss’s office for a new assignment. She tells you that an opening came up on a surveillance team in the field focussed on a group of foreign nationals. She told you strictly that there would be no interaction with the group, surveillance only. You agree to the new posting, thankful for the break in monotony and chance to develop your skills.

“Just a moment, here is the lead Agent now.” She says.

You turn as the door opens and Agent Walker strolls in, his clipped yet casual gait doesn’t falter as he notices you. A lump rises in your throat as you see him for the first time in months. You don’t know how to feel, but your body reacts. With a pounding heart and clenching stomach, you keep your features smooth as possible, allowing the smallest hint of a smile to widen your lips. An appropriate response to seeing your old instructor, nothing more, nothing less. His eyes flicker with recognition, his small smile and nod was just as appropriate. He says to your boss, “Is this the addition to the team?”

“Do you two know each other?”

You don’t deny it. You’re not stupid enough to believe your boss doesn’t know every Agent you’ve ever interacted with so you say, “Of course, Agent Walker was one of my instructors at The Farm.” Boldly you continue speaking more for Walker’s benefit than your boss, “But I haven’t seen him in… what is it Agent? Four months?”

“Four and a half,” he replies, with a tilt of the head.

“Four and a half,” you repeat. Like bile rising in your throat, anger fills you and for a moment you know he sees it. Forcing the rising tide of fury down you say, “Well, time flies when you’re having fun.” You bare your teeth at him in what you hope your boss takes as a smile and Walker takes for the ‘fuck you’ it was. Walker narrows his eyes at you then turns his attention to your boss.

You discuss more details of the case and travel arrangements then you are dismissed. Leaving the two of them together you tidy your desk of personal belongings since you didn’t know when or if you would return and go home to prepare.

Once you are through the gates of Langley and no longer under direct video surveillance you start to shake. Seeing him again rocked you to your core you hoped you hadn’t given anything away with your comments. Was it a coincidence that you were promoted and put in his team or had he asked for you? Neither Walker or your boss had given anything away. No time to think about it now, you had packing to do and less than two hours to get to the airbase where you would be sent to DC for the job.

You showered quickly, resisting the urge to release some of the growing tension in your gut. You hadn’t touched yourself in months and you wouldn’t start now.

Trying to push thoughts of Agent Walker from your mind was a futile task. Instead you focussed on keeping your anger raw so you wouldn’t fall under his spell again. You had accepted that he wasn’t coming back. Did he have a knack for that? Only showing himself to you when you had moved on. You wouldn’t let him take you easily this time, this time he would not get satisfaction, not after what he had done. You shake your head, ‘this time’ you say, recognising the lies you tell yourself.

You start to get dressed when you hear a short rap on the door. Fuck, the car had arrived early. You pull a robe on as you answer the door, to let the driver know you’ll be a few more minutes.

Throwing the door wide, you’re greeted by Agent Walker, his face firm, furrowed brows looking you up and down. The collar of his dark woollen coat is pulled up, framing his face drawing your attention to his piercing stare. Frozen for a moment, you can do nothing but return his gaze. You’re a deer in headlights until he sucks his lower lip into his mouth and your body is propelled into action.

You slam the door closed, but he is quicker than you, a huge paw catching it and he forces his way into your apartment. You back away, but he kicks the door closed behind him and advances, with predatorily confident and rapid steps.

He catches your throat and brings you to him. He skin is rough with unshaven hair that is yet to grow soft. His lips are so smooth and warm, that you can’t help but melt into him. You hate him.

When he pulls away, he smiles at you almost sweetly and you can’t help the hand that flies on its own and makes a loud crack as it hits Walkers cheek.

You’re both stunned. Walker tongues his cheek and works his jaw a moment. “I hope you enjoyed that, pet. The first one is free, but the next one will come at a price.” He doesn’t seem angry, in fact his tone suggests amusement, which only fuels your rage.

“Get out,” you say. You try and keep your voice steady, but you know it warbled with fear as you looked into his eyes.

“No,” Walker says. He casually removes his coat folding it neatly and laying it over the back of your dining chair. He removes his scarf, placing it on top of his coat before he unbuttons his dark brown suit jacket and loosens his tie. You watch him, mind fixated on each of his careful movements. As if he were performing burlesque show, each minute act became a piece of seduction.

He sits in another chair and pats his lap, “Come, pet.” He calls to you in his gentle authoritative voice.

Before you can stop yourself, you take a step towards him. But then you notice his smirk, and you shrink away. You can’t speak but you shake your head as you retreat towards your bedroom.

Walker starts to look irritated and his voice gains a hard edge that both terrifies you and thrills you. “Come. Here,” he repeats. “I won’t say it again, pet.”

“Fuck you, Walker,” you spit out, your anger spilling from you, becoming a torrent as you wrestle within yourself.

He peers at you with his contemplating blue eyes. Then he sighs and moves before you can even register his actions. You turn, to run, but he is quicker and stronger. But more than that, his desire to have you is stronger than your desire to run.

His vice like arms trap you as he forces you against the wall, his body pressing into your back. “Why do you fight me, pet?” His voice rumbles into your ear. “I thought we had an understanding.”

Your tears came then, the rejection you felt was no longer able to be contained. That box of memories, buried for months smashes apart and so does your control. “You left me,” you sob. “You used me then left me.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, ashamed at how quickly you relented and told him anything. You laugh at yourself, why did you believe even for a second you could hide anything from him? The only man who saw into your very soul.

“I know, pet,” Walker drones, his lips caressing your ear as he does. “I can’t promise it won’t happen again.”

“I know,” you reply.

His hand is in your hair, smoothing the strands away from your face. His tender touch was unexpected but welcome. You feel soft kisses on your eye lids and you slowly stop crying. His tongue comes out, licking at your wet cheeks and you hear his breathing shudder as he laps up your pain.

You open your eyes, he growls as your shining eyes meet his. He plants a foot between your legs forcing them apart while he undoes his belt and pants and you hear them crumple to the floor. His hand tilts your hips back for him while the other pulls aside your underwear as he roughly explores your centre, coating his fingers in your arousal.

You hear a muttered, “Fuck,” as his finger enters you, circling your walls, stretching you before a second enters. “Fuck, pet. Have you touched yourself at all since I fucked you?”

Unsure of what he would think, you reply hesitantly, “No. You said I was yours.”

Walkers features soften as he says, “I knew you were a good girl.” Your whole body bursts into flames and your core clenches around his thick, thrashing fingers as you hear his whispered praise.

With precise and sudden movements, his fingers are withdrawn and his broad, leviathan cock bludgeons into you. Biting down on your lips to supress the cry growing in your throat you savour the feeling of being torn apart. Wasting no time, Walker moves with vicious, aggressive speed, wounding you with his thrusts, ripping apart your defences.

Pulling down your robe, he exposes your chest. His wanton hands knead your breasts as he uses them for leverage, his pounding never stops. You hear his breaths primal and raw as he assaults your neck with his mouth and teeth. He moves his depraved mouth to your shoulders sinking his teeth in deep. The pain feels like a caress when you are this close to the edge.

Walker turns you around, lifts your leg to his hip as he enters you again. His eyes are clinical as he studies your reaction. You feel boneless under his scrutiny and close your eyes again looking away. Walker grips your throat in his hand and uses his long fingers to push your cheek back in his direction.

“Open your eyes, pet,” he orders. “I know you’re close. I want to see your eyes when you call my name.”

The pressure builds deep within your gut as you keep your eyes glued to his. His breath, warm and minty with a hint of gin maybe, tickles at your cheek. You want to kiss him, taste him, feel his tongue invade you and devour you. You silently beg him to and as if hearing your thoughts, he slowly moves his mouth to yours. His eyes stay open as he flicks his tongue over your lips before taking your lower lip between his teeth.

Like a taut elastic, your core grows tighter and your knee gives out as the rush of warmth whips through your body. He lets go of your lip in time for you to shout “August!”

Your body pulses and your tightening muscles strain with contractions until you feel all the tension fall away. Like a rag doll you slump against him. But he isn’t finished with you.

Walker lifts your lulling head with a firm thumb under your chin, He continues his frenzied thrusts with a new vigour having succeeded in his task. He fucks your listless body, you’re too spent to move, and he doesn’t care. With a stuttering final thrust he pushes deep into you, clenching his teeth, whiskered lip raised in a snarl as he growls with his final throes.

He raised his hand to your face, his thumb laying a single burning caress down your tear stained cheek. “Go wash up, I’ll pack for you,” he says before pulling away and doing up his pants.

You shower again, consciously cleaning August’s seed spilling slowly from your ruined core. Each time you think you’re clean, you feel more leaking from you and you wash again. The bathroom door opens and August enters making a show of looking at his watch.

You sigh, and turn the shower off. His eyes inspect your body as he hands you a towel. He makes no effort to leave as he watches you towel off and you awkwardly squeeze past him as you make your way to your bedroom. He has laid an outfit on your bed, complete with underwear and shoes. Your gun is on your bed in its holster with spare clips by its side. You don’t say anything to him and dress in the clothes he chose and slipped your holster onto your belt, pocketing the spare clips.

Walker is waiting at the door with your overnight bag in his hand. You give the apartment a quick look over, making sure everything is turned off and sling your handbag over your shoulder. August opens the door for you, and as you slip past him his arm wraps around your waist and he kisses you.

The deep demanding kiss you wanted earlier was nothing compared to this, his lips were bruising and hard, but his tongue explored your mouth with a soft insistence. Your hands were free and for the first time, you touched him, laying a hesitant hand on his chest, and another on his neck. His skin felt hot under yours and testing his limits you slid your fingers into his hair and were rewarded with a barely audible groan.

Then he pulled his head away with a jerk and without looking at you said, “Go to the car. You’re making us late.”

Disappointed but not surprised you went to the car wondering where this assignment would take the two of you.

Part 3

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The Next Step

Alright guys! This is my first one shot and it’s just pure smut with a little plot. Reader taking Steve’s Innocence because something about Steve being a virgin turns me tf ON! (lol the gif- what i would do to be spraying his chest with water for that scene omfg)

STEVE X READER

WARNINGS: Explicit language,Switch!Steve, slight dom!reader, SMUT, Oral (m receiving), Steve looses his virginity, Premature Ejaculation (but he’s a super soldier so he can do this all day), DIRTY TALK, Slight daddy kink, multiple orgasms (m receiving), the team hears them and makes fun of them a little. Just taking care of Stevie in the best way.

WORD COUNT: 3.4k

You and Steve were dating for 3 months now. You had a thing for him for a while, and you could tell he liked you too. It started when you first arrived at the compound. He would be sitting in the kitchen with the guys for breakfast, and as soon as he saw you in your spandex shorts and baggy t-shirt that didn’t cover your ass, he wanted you. Sam would make jokes about how he can’t even finish a conversation if you walk into the room.

And when you wore just a sports bra and leggings to train, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. You would be on the treadmill, or lifting weights, meanwhile Bucky would be absolutely kicking Steve’s ass because he’s not remotely paying attention to their sparing match. How could he when your ass was all round, and he could see the sweat roll down your back?

Finally on a mission, you and him were on the same side of the building, and you stabbed a Hydra loser before he was able to shoot Steve in the back while he was busy fighting another asshole. You totally saved his ass. And that night when you were all back at the compound, he asked you on your first date.

Everything since then had gone really well. He was always such a gentleman. Maybe too much of a gentleman. He would always keep you well fed and entertained, and he adored quiet days where he could just sit in your company with his head in your lap while you stroked his hair. But that was about all the intimacy you got. There were kisses of course. But they never lead to anything considering he’d hardly even use tongue. If Natasha was his first kiss this century, you were definitely his second. His hands would always stay firmly on your neck or shoulders when he kissed you, and he never spent the night in your room or cuddled with you from behind.

It honestly was starting to get to you. After 3 months, it really seems like Steve isn’t attracted to you at all, even though he calls you beautiful all the time. And to make matters worse, the whole team thinks you’re having hot sex all the time, and you can’t deny it because your boyfriend asked if the two of you could keep what you do and don’t do private.

So there you were, sexually frustrated. As per freakin’ usual. And absolutely tired of it. You decided you’re going to sleep with your sexy goddamn boyfriend or at least make some type of progress, or this wasn’t gonna work.

You texted Steve 10 minutes ago to come to your room to watch a movie, and he took his sweet time before he finally walked in- sweatpants hung low on his hips and sinful white v neck that was at least 2 sizes too small.

It’s like he does this shit on purpose.

He joined you on your bed and gave you just a side hug as a greeting and that’s what made you snap. As badly as you wanted to start the movie and slowly ease your way closer to him, until you could rub up against him and finally get some passion going, that plan was out of the window.

“Steve. Are you attracted to me?” He raised both of his eyebrows in shock at the question.

“Of course I’m attracted to you, Y/n. You’re the most beautiful girl I know.” He said with a reassuring smile that, although genuine, wasn’t enough.

“So why won’t you have sex with me?”

“You want to have sex?” He gulped, as if it’s so hard to believe.

“Of course I want to have sex. It doesn’t even have to be sex. But something. We haven’t even made out or anything. I saw you shirtless more before we even got together.” You said, not trying to push him too far, but expressing your desire to be close to him, phsyically.

“Y/n.” He sighed, and leaned away from you with both elbows on his knees. “I’m sorry if I made you feel like I’m not attracted to you. I am so, so, attracted to you, it hurts sometimes. And I want to... do... that... with you, but I just don’t want to disappoint you.”

“Baby, how could you ever disappoint me?” You leaned in closer to touch his shoulder, watching him tense under your touch. It hurt to see him like this- so closed off from you.

“I don’t have any... experience. With these kinds of things. And you make me more than a little nervous” He admitted sheepishly, not meeting your eyes as he continued. “I’ve only had a handful of kisses, and according to Nat, I’m not very good. I don’t want you to sleep with me and think of me as a loser with super soldier serum.” Hearing him think of himself so lowly made your heart ache. You’d do anything to prove him wrong.

“Stevie, I’d never think that of you. Like everything, sex takes practice... and a good teacher. And I’m more than willing to put in the tutoring hours.” You joked, making him chuckle a little bit and relax his shoulder under your hand. “We can take things as slow as you want.” You said, backing up from him to start the movie.

You and Steve had been watching all your favorite movies in your free time to get him caught up. You got to about 15 minutes into Pulp Fiction when John Travolta was talking about eating a girl out, and you could see Steve getting tense out of the corner of your eye.

“I do want to.” He started, letting that sentence fragment hang in the air.

“Want to what, sweetie?” He blushed a little everytime you called him a pet name, which only made you do it more.

“Have sex with you. I just.” He moved to face you, the movie suddenly not important. “Can we go slow? I don’t know what I’m doing, Y/n.”

You nodded you head and sat a little closer to him, almost straddling him from the side.

“Yes baby. We can go as slow as you want. I’m not going anywhere.” You said as you started to nuzzle your face into his neck, finding his pulse and leaving a wet, open mouthed kiss. You heard him let out a deep exhale.

Putting your hand on his other shoulder, you kneeded the muscle a little before bringing your hand down to his pecs. Rubbing his chest with your hand in a sensual, but comforting, way. Your lips never left his neck, trailing small licks up his jaw, until you reached his ear.

“I’m gonna need you to tell me if you want me to stop okay.” He just nodded at you. “No baby, I need you to use your words. We’ll use colors okay? Red for stop, yellow for slow down, green for go? You wanna try that baby?” He tried just nodding again. “Use your words, baby.”

“Ye- Yes. Red for stop, yellow for slow down, and green for go.” He said, looking at you for approval.

“Yes, Stevie. My Captain is so good for me.” You said as you continue rubbing across his chest, leaving a kiss on his cheek, close to his mouth, before you leaned back slightly. You heard him let out a little moan at the use of his title and saw how his breathing was getting slightly labored. “I think we should just talk for a minute, hmm.” He looked at you, confused on why you’re stopping.

You laid him down on your pillow, and laid next to him, with one leg in between his. Half straddling him. You could feel his erection through his sweatpants and saw how his hands were in tight fists.

“I think you should just lay here for a minute, and let me tell you how wet I get for you. Hmm?” He looked up at you with lust blown eyes and moaned when you pulled his bottom lip into your mouth. “I get so turned on, when you first wake up in the morning, and come down to the kitchen. You hair is all messy, and I can tell you’re just a little bit hard. It’s so sexy, baby. And then you tell me good morning, and your voice is so deep and groggy. Mmm, does it for me everytime.” His hand moved up to your waist, eyes going from being squeezed shut, to looking at you longingly, and back to tightly shut.

“Y/n.” He moaned.

“What’s your color, baby?” You leaned closer to his face, urging him to open his eyes and look at you.

“Green.” He said.

“Good, baby. You’re such a good Captain for me, huh?” He groaned a little louder at that, so you decided to test a theory. “Or do you wanna be Daddy?” You said, then licked the shell of his ear.

“Jesus, Y/N.” His hips bucked up from the bed a little. Oh yeah, he liked that one. You decided to save that for another night.

“Color, Stevie?”

“Green, Y/n. Green, please.” He moaned again. Begging you to move faster, which is what you wanted him to do all along. You wanted to get him needy for you, so you could know he really wanted it.

You crawled over his lap, completely straddling him, and moved your hands down to his abs. You grinded down on him once, twice, and then just let your clothed core just sit on him. He moaned loudly then. The friction almost overwhelming for him.

“Can we take this off, Baby?” You said, putting your hands under his shirt hem. He nodded and helped you get it over his shoulders. “You’re so sexy for me Captain. I wanna kiss every inch of this chest.” You leaned down a bit more to give him a peck to the lips. “And I think I’m gonna do just that.”

You learned very quickly that Steve is vocal in bed. Loud moans and groans with every slight movement of your mouth on his collarbones or shift of your hips. You got to his left nipple and put it in your mouth- flicking it with your tongue and sucking gently.

“Oh, God, Y/N.” He bucked his hips into yours a little.

“I love hearing you come undone for me, baby.” You said as you move to his other nipple. You give every inch of his torso attention before you scoot back, in between his legs. You lay a hand over the large bulge in his pants where you can already see a wet patch forming.

“And you know what’s funny, baby?” His eyes are squeezed close, and he’s breathing so hard, you’re not sure he heard you. You apply a little more pressure on his weeping cock. “I said. Do you know what’s funny, baby?” He let out a choked sob at your tight hand rubbing his cock, even through the layers of his sweatpants and briefs.

“Wha-what’s funny, baby?” He got out in a deep whisper.

“You’ve been walking around here, for over 3 months, in these grey sweatpants.” You pushed your hands down to his balls. “And these tight ass T shirts.” Then you rubbed all the way from his clothed ballsack to where the wet patch is constantly growing. “Like a slut. And expect me to not wanna fuck you silly.” He came under your hands. What was once a wet patch has now spread to his entire crotch. His moans loud and breath coming in short gasps. He’d never cum that hard even by himself.

“Aww. Would you look at that. Captain came in his undies for me. I barely had to touch you, baby.” He reached out his hands for you. “How about we take these off, so I can clean you up.”

“Shit, Y/n. You’re so sexy. I’m sorry. I didn’t know I was about to cum, it happened so fast.” He said, thinking this is over.

“Language, baby.” You teased. “I’m just gonna see if I can get you all cleaned up.” You said, pulling his sweatpants down with this briefs and looking at all the creamy cum covering his underwear, cock, and tops of his thighs. He apologized profusely, cock slowly going soft. “Oh, Stevie. Look at the mess you made. Is all this delicious cum for me, sweetie?” He leaned in, on his elbows, to watch you lick up the cum from his cock, and scoop the cum out of his underwear. “You taste so good for me.” His cock was quickly going hard all over again to his surprise, even though you figured that would happen. He’s a super soldier, after all. “Do you want me to suck my Captain’s cock?” You said, and he nodded frantically at you. You put one of his hands in your hair, showing him how to take control of your head. “Like this, okay. You push my head down to make me go faster down your cock. It’s okay, baby. I can take it.” You said before you put the tip in your mouth and sucked it hard. He immediately let out a loud moan at the new feeling.

He did just what you said, pushing your head down, and pulling it back up. Deeper and deeper until his cock was at the back of your throat, and your nose was deep in his pubic hair. You flattened your tongue under his cock and rolled his balls around in your hands until you felt him cum deep in your throat.

“Fuck. Y/n, shit. It’s so good. Your mouth is so good, baby. Fuck.” He cursed and moaned as you let him fuck your mouth a little more. But this time his cock didn’t even soften. He was still hard, which worked great for you, because were getting more and more horny.

“Do you wanna keep going Captain?” You asked, taking off all of your clothes. His hands immediately reached out to feel your breasts in his hands. You moaned at the feeling. So sensitive from all the foreplay and lack of attention.

“Yes, baby, please? Can we?” He said, pulling you into his lap, moaning at the feeling of your wet folds rubbing his cock.

You took this opportunity to really kiss him for the first time that night, and it took your breath away. He bit your bottom lip before shoving is tongue in your mouth and completely dominating the kiss. It was so much different from any kiss you ever had with Steve. His hands touched everywhere on your body he could reach. He gripped your ass cheek tightly and you moaned loudly.

“I need you inside me, Captain.” You moaned as you slid your fingers down to your hole, trying to prepare yourself a little for the large intrusion. He watched you in awe as you touched yourself right on top of his cock and wondered how he was lucky enough to end up with somebody as sexy as you. He pushed his fingers up, alongside yours, to help stretch you open so he could absolutely ruin you. Then all of a sudden he let go of you.

“Wait. Fuck. Red, Y/n. We need to stop.” You got off of him in an instant and sat to the side. No matter how badly you wanted him inside you, you knew this doesn’t work without trust, and he trusted you to stop when he gave the color.

“What’s wrong, baby? Did I move too fast? We can stop.” You said, out of breath. It broke his heart to feel like he was leaving you unsatisfied.

“I don’t have any condoms Y/N. We can’t do this right now. I’m sorry. But I can-“

“I’m on birth control, Steve.” You said, with a small smile on your face.

“Oh. Why? When did you start that?” He asked you. Still sitting on the bed, but not looking at you.

“About 3 months ago, after you asked me out. I wanted to be prepared for anytime you were ready.” And as soon as you finished talking, he was on top of you. Holding both of your hands up above your head, he kissed you as he nudged your legs open with his knees. He rubbed his cock along your dripping folds, bumping into your clit clumsily, making you moan.

“God, Steve please fuck me. I want it so bad. I wanna feel you, baby.” You cried out underneath him, and he entered you with one thrust. A little too quickly, making you hiss at the burn of his size stretching your walls.

“Shit sorry. Fuck. Y/n, you feel so goddamn good. Fuck. God, Fuck. And so- hggnnn- warm, shit. Baby, I’m about to cum-“ He kept chanting in your ear. His thrusts were sloppy and inconsistent, but he was so big, he was hitting every single spot inside of you- making you see stars. You were moaning as loud as he was. Not caring that your room was one of the closest to the common rooms or that the bed was hitting your wall loudly with each knock of his hips again yours. He let go of your hands to pull your thighs further up around his waist.

You felt him cum inside you with a shout that was loud enough to be a scream, and could hear the squelch of it mixing with your fluids in your pussy. He was gasping for air, and grabbing you tightly everywhere his hands could reach. He was moaning constantly and chanting your name like a song, but he never stopped thrusting.

“Baby, I need you to cum for me.” He said as he kept rocking into you, his hips developing more of an even pace after his 3rd orgasm. He shifted his hips slightly, and was at the perfect angle to hit your g-spot.

You put two of his fingers in your mouth and sucked on them, before you brought the hand down and used it to rub your clit. The added stimulation and him hitting your g-spot repeatedly had you clinching around him in no time. The feeling making him hit another peak as well.

“Fuck, Stevie, baby. I’m about to cum. Can you cum again for me, baby? Fill me up?” You said, trying to stretch this feeling as long as you could.

“Yeah, baby. I’m with you, y/n. Fuck.” He shouted again as he came. Your orgasm triggering his, and the feeling of his cum gushing out of you around his cock extending yours. “Goddamn.” He said as he laid down next to you- not pulling out, but just keeping you on top of him. The combined juices spilling out onto his abs, but he loved it. The whole room smelled like sex, and Steve was willing to bet the whole hall heard them.

“So, how was your first time?” You said, nervously looking into his eyes.

“It was absolutely amazing, Y/n. You’re so sexy. I don’t know why I waited that long, getting off in my hand, when I could’ve been having 4 orgasms a night with you.” He said, kissing you deeply.

“If you think you’re up for it, we could probably go for 5.” You said. Starting to sit up on his cock still inside you.

“Baby, I could do this all night.” He said, beginning to thrust up, until a loud knock at your door interrupted you.

“Like hell you can!” You heard Bucky’s voice from outside your door.

“Stop fucking like bunnies and go to sleep!” Sam joined in.

“I don’t know who told you the world was ending, but you don’t have to repopulate the entire earth in there!” Clint chimed in.

“You don’t even live here!” You yelled back at the door, giggling, while Steve looked like he wanted the bed to swallow him whole.

“And you two just made sure I’m never gonna. The whole compound smells like sex!”

“Oops.” You giggled, kissing your Captain deeply.

Tony was gonna have to sound proof your bedrooms.

~

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