#make no mistake i do think this man is a sweetheart at his core

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

okay what if sunday x reader childhood friends to god/devotee (forced) . what then

[jlepixie]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ when they hand me a flower I can't quite make out what it is ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

╰ ୨ Bill gets into your bed ୧ ╯ 

༶⋆˙⊹｡⋆ʚ♡⃛ɞ ✩ ˛˚.

☆ to start easy i’m 100% that this man loves kissing you, the messier the kiss the better

☆ i said if before i will say it again, he loves if you pull on his hair, probably when he eats you out for the first time and you can’t resist it any longer, you pull his hair to deepen the act and he will groan into it “~mph, keep doing that sweetheart”

☆ let’s admit that his tongue piercing would be heaven on earth every time it makes contact with your skin, either it’s on the lips, neck or somewhere more private

☆ soft dom, but loves when you are on top riding, he would grip into your hips until it leaves marks

☆ this man loves marking you, he sees it as an act of love

☆ he loves eating you out and doesn’t expect from you to do the same

☆ before getting to the main act he has to make you cum at least two times with only his tongue and fingers

☆ before and after fingering you he will lick his fingers while looking at you and than at the mess he made, he loves seeing you like that

☆ he would be into bondage either is on him or you, but the thought of you being restrained in front of him to do whatever he wants arouses him so much

☆ after every concert he takes his frustrations on you because he thinks he made some mistakes on the stage and just let’s it out on you sexually

☆ he wouldn’t be as loud as Tom, but he whimpers and groans

☆ he loves grabbing and squeezing your thighs

☆ hickeys everywhere, this man loves biting into you

☆ if you are quite he will just say something cocky like “don’t keep those sounds away from me or i just have to fuck you harder”

☆ whenever you make out he rubs his knee on your core

his smile is so pretty, makes me want to hold him to keep him safe from the world

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[buckymorelikefuckme]

how to marry a millionaire | chapter two

mafia bucky x spoiled brat reader

words: 2.8k

warnings: **18+ ONLY** explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral (m receiving), exhibitionism, thinly veiled threats (??) if i missed anything pls let me know my brain is fried

a/n: f i n a l l y... she is here. thank you @cultofcarter for reading through this for me :) as always, any and all mistakes are mine. feedback is encouraged & appreciated ♡

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“You've been an absolute delight this evening. Thank you for accompanying me.” He stands, coming around the table to offer his hand to you.

You accept it gratefully, your skin tingling from the contact as you rise from your seat. “Are you sending me home already?” you question, meeting his gaze straight on and ignoring the displeasure you feel when the warmth of his hand retreats.

Dinner had been, predictably, delicious. The conversation throughout was much more pleasant than you anticipated. He's got great banter, and you laughed more than you ever have on past dates. Honestly, he's so charming that you’ve almost forgotten you should be a little wary of him. You're hardly even putting up a front anymore.

He tilts his head, swiping his tongue along his bottom lip as he contemplates. “I’m not sure you're ready for more yet.”

“This is hardly the first time I've been through this song and dance, James,” you say coyly, tracing your index finger down the lapel of his suit jacket. “These sorts of arrangements are perfectly normal.”

He’s silent for a moment, watching you with unreadable eyes. You try to maintain eye contact, but it’s so intense you find yourself breaking it, glancing away to the empty room.

Everything about tonight has been nowhere near what you expected, especially James. You've dealt with enough men in your life to feel as if you know exactly how to handle them. Yet, with him, you feel like a complete novice. He’s totally unpredictable.

It’s unsettling.

It's exhilarating.

“I think you're confused about what's happening here,” he informs you. He grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. Your heart stutters in your chest and you have to physically force your shoulders to relax. “I'm not a fucking sugar daddy,” he states coolly, his expression still frustratingly blank. “I’m not interested in sharing and I’m not looking for something casual. If we’re to continue, we will be exclusive. I’ll still spoil you like crazy, don't worry about that, but I’m not going to throw money at you and not gain anything in return. The same way you know what you want, I know what I want. So you better decide now. It’ll be your only chance.”

Jesus. You know you should be terrified, because that was not a threat, it was a promise, yet for whatever reason it's got desire swirling in your core.

“You make it sound like you'll own me,” you mutter faintly.

His grin is all teeth. “Oh, sweetheart,” he starts, condescending, his grip on your chin tightening. “That's exactly what I mean.”

There is not even a hint of dishonesty in his eyes. You're not sure if that’s better or worse. The fact he's even giving you an opportunity to decline seems like it's a rare occurrence, so you actually take a moment to consider your options.

On the one hand, you're almost entirely positive his other work consists of illegal activities. You have no doubt that he’s done some truly nefarious things and that thought settles in your stomach like a heavy stone. His hands are definitely dirty. He’s a dangerous man, and there’s no way he hasn't made some enemies. The risks are substantial.

But, on the other hand, you have had a fantastic preview of what his money can get you. He's spent more on you in one day than some of your past sugar daddies have spent during the whole relationship. He's made it abundantly clear that he has more money than he knows what to do with. If you choose to agree to his stipulations, you could very well be set for life. Call you greedy, or even selfish, but you have every right to be spoiled beyond your wildest dreams as much as the next person.

It's with that in mind that you take the smallest step closer to him, craning your neck to hold his stare, his hand loosening and dropping. You slide your palms around his waist.

“May I still call you daddy?”

He grins wider, a wicked glint in his eyes. “You fucking better.”

Your chin drops slightly so you can look at him through your lashes.

“And do I still have to go home?”

“Well, I suppose that depends,” he hedges. “If we leave here together, I can no longer promise any type of restraint from me. I've used all of my willpower through dinner to keep from taking you on the table.”

Biting your lip, you hold back the needy noise that almost escaped. “I fail to see how that would be a problem,” you reply breathily.

You feel his hands slide down until they reach your ass. He squeezes roughly and you’re not quick enough to stop a gasp from slipping. His expression tells you he liked hearing it, liked knowing he could put a crack in your pristine, iron-clad composure.

“Then, I guess you better follow me to the car,” he says, landing a smack on one of your ass cheeks.

He threads his fingers through yours and begins walking towards the kitchen, pulling you along with him in the process. You do your best to keep up with his long strides, but you struggle to match his pace. Your heels do not make up for the height difference between the two of you. His legs are longer than yours, no matter what. He's a tall bastard. He's quite large, in general, actually. And according to him, that includes his cock, though you'll be able to determine if it's true or not very soon. Just the thought sends a rush of heat through you.

The employees in the kitchen all scramble to clear the way for James when you enter, their eyes trained on the floor as he marches by. Clearly, they know exactly who he is and what he's capable of and are not keen on getting on his bad side. They must've been in the middle of cleaning, you think, because there are rags on the stainless steel counters and a huge sink full of soapy water with pots and pans draining on the counter next to it.

“Dinner was perfect, gentlemen,” James announces as he passes. “Thank you for your time.”

Nobody responds verbally, but you see their shoulders slump in relief.

“You can take tomorrow off,” he adds, smiling when excited murmuring picks up after you've turned a corner and entered a narrow hallway. There's another overly tall, beefy man standing next to the door. “Anything I should know about?” James asks as you both approach.

“No,” the man replies, curt.

James nods. “Thank you, Steve. Is Sam ready with the car?”

“Yes. I assume the girl is coming with you.”

“The girl has a name, asshole,” you interject before James even has a chance to open his mouth.

The man, Steve, cuts his eyes to you. “With all due respect,” he starts, and you can already tell he means no respect, whatsoever, “I was speaking to my boss. Not his arm candy.”

You scowl. “Regardless, I would appreciate not being talked about like I’m not here, you overgrown guard dog.”

James snorts. Steve stares at you for a beat, then cracks a smile, shaking his head.

“You've met your match, Buck,” he states.

“It would appear so,” James agrees.

Steve pushes open the door and the three of you walk out into an alleyway where four black SUVs are idling. Steve tugs on the handle to the back door to one of them and beckons you and James to get in. The doors lock as soon as he closes it.

“I take it your date went well,” says the man in the driver seat.

“Better than anticipated,” James replies, winking in your direction. “Take us to the estate, please, Sam.”

Sam gives James a salute and shifts the gear into drive.

“The estate?” you inquire as the sparkling city lights pass by.

James hums. “Yes.”

“Still trying to impress me, huh?” you tease.

“Of course,” he replies easily. “Can't have you getting bored.”

“Cute,” you claim.

He huffs a laugh. “Nothing about me is cute.”

“That's debatable,” you retort.

Sam lets out a quiet snicker that changes into a cough when James clears his throat pointedly. You giggle, leaning into James’ arm.

“Oh, c’mon. Don't tell me the big, bad, scary man isn't allowed to be cute once in a while.” When all you get in response is an eye roll and a clenched jaw, you sigh dramatically. “Okay, fine. You're not cute.”

“Thank you,” he says loftily.

“Big baby,” you mumble.

His hand, which has been comfortably resting on your bare knee, squeezes hard enough that you jerk in surprise and barely bite back the protest on the tip of your tongue.

“You ought to be nicer to me.”

His voice is low and his eyes are dark with warning. You’re suddenly struck with the understanding at that moment that you're not necessarily promised anything here, not yet. One wrong move could land you on your ass, or worse, so it's in your best interest to keep a man like him happy. With that thought in mind, you make a mental note that too much teasing is off limits. For now, at least.

“Sorry,” you respond quietly. You let your palm glide across his thigh. “Let me make it up to you?”

He eases his grip slightly. “What did you have in mind?”

“Considering we’re headed for the highway, I imagine we have some time to kill,” you observe.

“Smart girl,” he praises, letting go of your knee entirely and reaching for the hand on his thigh, directing it to the considerable bulge in his slacks.

You cup him through his pants and realize he's not even hard yet, which makes the size of what you're feeling even more mouthwateringly impressive.

“Wanna blow you,” you request, meeting his eyes. “Please.”

“You're not worried about having an audience?” he wonders, nodding towards Sam.

“It wouldn't be the first time,” you confess with a cheeky grin. “And I doubt it'll be the last.”

James matches your grin then gestures to his pants. “Go ahead, doll.”

You're extremely grateful for the spacious floors in the backseat as you lower yourself to your knees and maneuver your way between James’ legs. These luxury SUVs are top notch for a multitude of reasons, but this is always one of the main ones for you.

You waste no time in undoing James’ Italian leather belt, the button and zip on his slacks following, then lower the band of his boxer briefs to pull his cock out. You wish you could say you're surprised, but the fact he has a perfect cock isn't all that shocking. The length of it alone is worthy of praise, but it's the girth that makes your cunt clench around nothing. He's going to feel fucking divine inside your pussy, but for now, you'll settle for getting your mouth on him. You wrap your lips around the head as you stroke him, getting him as hard as possible, swiping your tongue across his slit.

“So pretty,” he compliments. You glance up at him coquettishly and he smiles. “Yeah, yeah. You know.”

You hum around him, pleased, and he sighs as he settles more into the seat. You take another inch of him in your mouth, slowly working your way down his above-average length. As much as it pains you to admit, even to yourself, you can't deepthroat. It's not for lack of trying, or anything. You've just unfortunately been graced with an unforgiving gag reflex. God had to keep you humble somehow. So you'll have to make up for it, take as much of his cock as you can and work the rest with your hands.

Normally, you're the type to give sloppy head, but since you're both in nice clothes, you keep it fairly tame. James doesn't have any room for complaints either, considering the way his mouth is slack and he's got his head tipped back. He's letting out these clipped, quiet noises, like he's trying to hold them in, but it just makes you work harder to get more out of him.

You slowly pull off his cock, and when you reach the tip you lightly graze your bottom teeth along his frenulum. His hips spasm and you smile when his eyes quickly find yours. They're blazing, pupils blown and just a touch glassy. Holding his gaze, you dig your tongue in his slit, and the way the vein in his neck pops is so satisfying that you keep doing it for several more seconds. You take him back in your mouth, stroking him with one hand and using the other to play with his balls. His breathing picks up, his chest heaving with it, yet he still only lets cut off sounds slip past his lips.

It's when you let go of his balls, moving your fingers down a little further to put pressure on his perineum, that he finally groans. Deep, guttural, and music to your ears. After that, all bets are off. You go from bobbing on his cock to stroking it at a brutal pace and sucking on his balls, back and forth, all while continuing to massage his perineum. And to your absolute delight, James is putty in your hands. He still tries to cut off his noises, but he's mostly unsuccessful.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he grits through his teeth, fingers digging into the leather seat below him so hard his knuckles turn white.

You’re understandably proud of yourself, but your jaw is starting to hurt, so it's time to bring this blowjob to an end. Stroking his cock even faster, you hollow your cheeks and put suction around the head, rubbing his perineum harder. His hips begin shifting, his noises going slightly higher in pitch, breaths coming out in harsh pants. You look up at him with watery eyes and he whines, ass coming up off the seat about an inch, his jaw locking, and then with a drawn out groan, he comes.

You moan as his cum fills your mouth, swallowing all of it as you help him through his climax. He twitches with aftershocks and grunts with overstimulation, but you wait for him to weakly push at your head before you let go of him.

With one last lick to the red head of his cock, you murmur, “Thank you, daddy.”

He laughs, a breathy, disbelieving sound, and wipes a hand down his blissed out face.

“I don't know what kind of stars aligned for us to meet, but I’m sending all of my thanks to whatever deity that made it happen.”

You giggle, pushing yourself back up into the seat beside him as he sluggishly puts his cock back in his boxers and rights his trousers. He's practically boneless where he sits and you know you've done a fantastic job at making up for your thoughtless teasing to him.

“Once we get to the estate, I’ll take care of you, doll,” he promises with a lethargic grin. “Wanna get you spread out on a bed.”

“You won't get any complaints out of me,” you assure.

For the rest of the ride, you and James chatter about anything that comes to mind. Sam, who'd been totally silent before, pipes in when prompted and you're pleased to find he's got a sense of humor that rivals yours. It feels like hardly any time has passed when the car is turned into a driveway with an iron gate. Sam punches in a code on a keypad and the gate opens.

When you're able to get a good look out of the windshield at the looming home ahead of you, your jaw drops. It's fucking massive. You faintly register James snickering next to you, but your attention is better drawn to the mansion you're pulling in front of. You're still gawking when Sam comes around to open the door for you and James. Your “thank you” is quiet and mumbled and not all that polite, but like. C’mon.

“It's nice, huh?” James asks.

“That would be a fucking egregious understatement,” you retort, head tilted up to take in all the grandeur.

He steps up behind you, his front pressed all along your back, nose nuzzling your neck and ear, hands settling low on your hips. “I do believe I promised to lay you out on my bed.”

“That you did,” you murmur, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair.

“I’m a man of my word,” he says. “Always.”

Of that you have no doubt.

“I suppose you should take me inside then,” you reply.

Without another word, he links his hand with yours and leads you inside. You barely make it over the threshold before he's swept you off your feet, literally, and carries you up the stairs, grinning at your giggles.

You'll get a tour of the place in the morning, you guess.

[lavenderxskys]

i don't believe in love at first sight... but god-damn - part two

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

part one

summary: its not normal for bucky to instantly feel something for a women. but you’re just too good to ignore… (last part)

includes: basically just porn, but if you want the plot go to the first part :), slight fluff, car sex, unprotected pnv (wrap it before you tap it), fingering, slight aftercare, petnames: doll, sweetheart, hair pulling

the kissing only intensifies as you grind down onto him, your arousal pooling in your underwear.

bucky slides your skirt up and bunches it at your waist, he pulls away from the kiss, a more genuine look taking over him, "is this okay?" his voice is deep with arousal, sending shivers down your spine.

you nod, "yeah, it's more than okay." you make eye contact with him, just so he knows you're being genuine.

bucky smiles, letting the sweet moment linger. then hes back on you; hands trailing up your thighs to your underwear, which is soaked. he groans when he feels this.

"wow all of this for me doll?" he kisses your jawline, "i better do something about it, hm?" he rubs you through your underwear, slowly.

you let out a shaky breath, your body immanently reacting to his touch, a knot already tightening in your stomach.

bucky trails his kisses down your neck, earning a quiet moan from you when he nips at the skin just below your ear. he slides his hand into your underwear, locating your clit with ease and slowly circling it.

you can feel yourself clench around nothing, your body begging you to be filled. bucky continues his actions, moving his lips across your collar bones and to the other side of your neck. then he inserts a finger inside of you, almost perfecting hitting that spot inside of you when he curls his fingers.

your mouth falls open, all the air in your lungs evaporating. you reach up and squeeze buckys bicep, moaning when he adds another finger.

you're shaking at this point, your core feeling like a rubber band that's about to snap. bucky can feel this too; he smirks, kissing you, "go ahead sweetheart, cum for me."

you hold tighter onto his arm, closing your eyes and leaning your head against his shoulder. it feels like the world is going around you a million miles per second.

letting out a string of curse words, reaching your release, your body spasming against buckys hand as he rides you through your orgasm.

he gives you a couple of moments to regain yourself and then kisses you again, "can i fuck you, please?" there's a hint of desperation in his voice that turns you on all over again.

you nod and lean back against the steering wheel. you take your hand from his arm and place it on his covered erection, making him hiss. buck reaches down and unbuttons his jeans, pulling the fly down.

you take the liberty of slightly pulling down his boxers and taking his cock out, moving your hand up and down his length a couple of times. buckys mouth gapes open, leaning his head back against the headrest. you move forward and hover over him, slightly restricted by the center consul, but it'll do. he pulls your underwear to the side, allowing you to slowly lower down on him.

this man is big, you immediately think you might have made a mistake when you feel the stretch. bucky notices this and places his thumb on your clit, circling it gently.

"tell me if that helps, sweetheart."

you let out a moan, nodding as you sink down onto him, bottoming out. you take a moment to ajust, then start rolling your hips. bucky groans, slightly speeding up his movements on your clit.

it doesn't take long for both of you to become undone, your hand raking through his hair and his unoccupied hand in your hip, helping you with your movements on his cock. bucky let's our a whine, closing his eyes.

"i'm not gonna last much longer, sweetheart, 'specially with the way you're squeezin' me" he starts to thrust up into you, making you gasp for air.

"fuck- i'm not either." you grip his hair tighter, chasing your release.

"go ahead- fuck- cum for me doll." bucky kisses you, his thrusting quickening.

you moan into the kiss, your brain going fuzzy as you reach your climax, bucky following right behind you.

you collapse against his chest, breathing heavily. bucky let's out a chuckle, moving his hand to your back, rubbing it.

"you know i don't do this often?"

you raise your eyebrows, "well it doesn't show, you're quiet good at this whole car sex thing." you raise your head and his him.

he smiles, "c'mon, i'll take you back to my place"

a/n: ahh this is kinda short but i hope it's good! i'm not used to posting things like this online so sorry if it's a little weirdly written. also if you want me to write any specific i DO take request so feel free to do so!

love u!!

[thebluemage]

It’s All For You

Pairing | Doctor!Steve Kemp x female reader

Warning | Explicit sexual content, 18+, smut, biting kink, body worship, spit kink, use of pet name (Bunny), cunnilingus, dirty talk, praise, P in V, established relationship with Doctor!Steve and girlfriend!patient reader, doctor/girlfriend!patient dynamic, some fluff afterwards, Steve Kemp (he’s a warning on his own!)

Summary | Steve desires you with a great and fiery passion, and a deep love that goes beyond himself that he’s unable to leave you untouched.

Word Count | 1613

A/N | This is my first headcanon on doctor Steve Kemp, and he’s just marvelous and filthy at the same time!! Not beta’d, but all mistakes are my own. Banner & divider made by @vase-of-lilies. If y’all enjoy it, leave some feedback, comment and reblog. I’d really appreciate it!! 💗

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Steve is the most insatiable man you’ve ever met.

He’s literally hypersexual, and he can’t get enough of you.

It’s impossible for him to not touch you, every second of the day when he’s in your presence.

He’d satisfy your every need, and every want or craving you have.

“Do you even realize what you do to me? How you’re able to make me addicted to you? To your soul and your body?” His sultry voice permeates from behind you; his tall frame towering over you.

“I’m just me Steve, just me.” You reply softly, while you ponder.

“Huh, I don’t think you understand what I meant by it,” He quickly turns you around to face him and cradles your face gently in his hold, his face is merely inches away from yours.

His breath touches the surface of your skin, as you close your eyes to the sensation.

“Open your eyes for me,” He directs firmly. “Let me see those beautiful eyes of yours.”

You flutter your eyes open, the moment he said it.

He instantly smiles, with his lips curling to each side.

“Beautiful. Absolutely, beautiful.” He declares in awe, completely smitten by it.

“I guess I need to show you of what you do to me,” He punctuates while he takes your hand in his and guides it to his bulging cock, straining in his pants.

“You feel that? That’s what you do to me,”

“You’re not just you, bunny. You’re beyond everything, I ever need. The moment you stepped into my office; I knew I needed more of you in my life. Not just as my subject; but as my wife. Eventually.”

Your breath catches, as you swallow the lump in your throat. Speechless to what to say, you drift off to stare into his cerulean eyes, while Steve holds your hand to his aching bulge. A deep longing increases inside of you.

“I—I want you,” You utter lightly as you feel yourself get wet.

“You know, you have to be more vocal than that for me to know how you want me, sweetheart. Tell me.”

“Please, Steve!! I want to feel your tongue deeply into my core and make me delirious with pleasure, I—need your cock inside of me, hard.” You blurt out, all at once.

“My good girl.” He intones satisfyingly. He picks you up and lays you on the broad marble kitchen island, as he spreads your thighs apart.

He lays you with gentle kisses and roams your body in delight, until he reaches your mound, he pulls the black plaid skirt you wore desperately up to your body. Not daring to tear that piece of clothing off of you.

It’s his favorite clothing piece on you, besides the suggestive and expensive lingerie he often buys for you.

When he reaches your red laced panties, he hooks his fingers between the thin fabric and rips it to shreds, with the remaining pieces straying to the floor.

“My panties!” You shriek as you hold yourself up with your elbows.

Steve chuckles as he bites in your inner thighs softly. “Don’t fret, my love. I can buy all the panties and sexy lingerie you want. Now just let me worship you.”

In one instantaneous move, you feel his face to your core. You feel his tongue going through your slit, ravishing you with desire; that leaves you breathless.

He moans into your heat in utter satisfaction, sending vibrations all the way through your body.

He relishes giving you the enticing bliss you desperately crave.

“Oh fuck yeah!!” You moan out in delight.

He wraps his arms around your thighs, holding you in place as you grab a fistful of his hair; shoving his face deeper in your cunt.

He sucks your clit intensely and flicks it with his salacious tongue.

You arch your back off the kitchen island, as a mewl slips from your mouth.

“P—please, Steve. I’m getting there, aaahh fuck yes!!”

“Hmm, you’re so addictive, so delicious.” He groans, while he collects all of your slick into his mouth.

“Yes, oh fuck!! Aaaah!!” You wail out loudly, as your entire body stills while a surge of bliss raptures throughout you.

“Yeah, that’s it. Good girl.” He praises you, before he laps up your remaining arousal, cleaning you.

“Now, open up.” He asserts and you immediately know what that means. You open your mouth without hesitation.

A spurt of spit lands in your mouth, the taste of your cum and his spit combined, lingers on your mouth while you swallow it in.

When you regain your breath, he picks you up and carries you in bridal style up to the bedroom. Once there, he lays you out delicately on the king sized bed you have together.

He rapidly undresses himself of his own clothing as he averts his eyes on your body.

You undo off your shirt and plaid skirt, as you keep your eyes fixated to his.

He crawls onto the bed and hovers his body over you, looking deeply into your eyes.

You could see the passion emanating in his eyes, a containing lust that’s about to be unleashed.

He draws you in with a long kiss, as his tongue seeks entrance to yours; you accept his while you place your hands on the sides of Steve’s face.

His well skilled hands roams around your body, not leaving anything out of his reach.

Steve fondles with one of your tits, flicking your nipple every now and then while he sucks on the other.

His leaking erection doesn’t go unnoticed to you, as you feel him poking your inner thigh.

He growls into your skin, becoming more feral with each moment.

“You said you need my cock huh,” He rasps heavily, through his lips.

“Yes!! I need it, I need you hard and slow. I need to feel every inch of you. I want your cock, engraved inside of me.” You gasp, while you feel his hands squeeze your ass.

He guides his cock near your entrance, lining himself to you, as he slides his length through your damp folds; collecting your slick.

Unannounced he plunges his length into you, and waits a few seconds for you to adjust to his size.

“Fuck, you’re so tight baby. Love—the way you feel wrapped around me,” He declares while he tilts his head back, in pleasure.

He continues his rough and slow pace until he gradually fastens, as he becomes more and more frantic.

“Oh fuck, you feel so good in me!!” You moan in delight, as you clutch your hands on the satin sheets underneath you.

“Oh, yeah!! Cum with me, my bunny!!” He groans adamantly, in your ear before he roughly strokes your clit to add more stimulation.

The knot in your stomach begins to tighten, as a sudden burst of electrifying pleasure surges through your body.

“Aaaahh, Steve!!” You scream out, as your hips buck up intensely while you come undone.

“Ooh, yes!!” Steve moans, spurting his cum deep into your pussy.

His body collides to yours, momentarily exhausted by the intense bliss that he lays on top of you, for a few moments.

You regain your composure again and Steve lifts himself up with his arms, and maneuvers to your right, to lay beside you.

You hear his heavy breath reverberating through the bedroom, as you feel him move closer to you again, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“You’re wonderful, my love!” He muses softly, as he nuzzles his face to the crook of your neck.

“Oh, I also have a surprise for you!” He says enthusiastically, when he quickly gets off the bed and pulls out a big orange box from underneath it.

“What for? What’s the occasion?” You ask incredulously.

“Can’t I just spoil you without having an occasion with it?” He jokingly asks, when he gives the box to you.

“Steve, you didn’t have to!!” You proclaim, as you tentatively accept his present and take it from his hands.

“I wanted to, baby. Now, open it,” He encourages you, sitting to your side as he strokes your arm gently.

A small black logo is displayed imprinted with the words ‘HERMÈS’ in the middle of the box.

“I know, it’s something that you wanted for a long time and when I saw at the boutique, I took the opportunity and bought it for you.” He proudly explains.

“No way, are you kidding me?” You intone, amazed by his gesture, instantly knowing what he’s hinting at.

“No, I’m not a comedian, I’m a doctor.” He laughs to your comment, as he puts an arm around your shoulder.

You unwrap his gift, and there it was; a red crocodile leather with gold hardware, Birkin bag.

“This must’ve cost you a fortune!” You reply astonished.

“Only 300 thousand bucks, though.” He declares nonchalantly, while shrugging his shoulder like it’s nothing.

“Only?!” You scream in bewilderment at his answer.

Emotions overtake you, as you fly into his arms, thanking him endlessly.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you Steve!!” You express while leaving soft kisses to his face.

“No problem, my love!” Steve replies back, as he takes your face in his hands and gently strokes his thumbs over your cheeks.

“It’s all for you, everything,” He conveys, with a light smile to his face.

“It’s my way to showcase my love for and to you, you deserve everything what your heart’s desires, Bunny.” He expresses affectionately.

“Thank you, again. How can I show you how thankful I am?” You ask him, astonishment and wonder evident in your voice.

“I know a couple of ways,” He says casually, while he smirks up at you.

“Ready for round 2?”

@superdcchick

[xxrainshadowsxx]

Question...?

Oh hey look, it's the return of angst. Jack asks about his dad for the first time. Takes place about two years before Jack meets Oncie.

Rating: K

Warnings: Nothing but angst

You push hair off of your forehead as you bend down to shove more clothes into the washer. It was Saturday, and Saturday meant catching up on chores. That had been your routine for years now. 

“Hey, Mom?” Jack’s voice comes from behind you.

“What is it, sweetheart?” you ask, glancing back at him as you get the last of the clothing into the machine. He’s looking quite nervous, twisting his hands, biting his lower lip, and he can’t meet your eyes. His body language sets off your alarm bells immediately. “Jack? Is everything okay?” you ask, much more urgently now.

“Yeah, it’s just… can we talk about something?” he evades, finally looking up at you with pleading eyes. Eyes that were so much like his father’s…

“Of course,” you say before you can become lost in your own thoughts. “Do you want to go to your room so we can have some privacy?”

He just nods, so you take a moment to start the laundry before following him to his room, taking a seat next to him on his bed. “So what’s going on?” you ask him. He was starting to worry you. You’ve never seen him act this way before.

‘Well, it’s…” he pauses, then takes a deep breath as if to steel himself. “It’s about my dad.”

You feel yourself freeze and your senses go numb. Although you knew this question would be coming at some point, no amount of mental preparation could have sufficiently set you up for the reality of hearing it asked. You take your own deep, shuddering breath before answering. “What about him?” You’re shocked by how even your tone is.

“Like, who is he? Why isn’t he around?” Jack asks in a very small voice. “It’s just been you, me, and Aunt Aurora my whole life but… that isn’t normal, is it? Most of the other kids in my class have dads, and I don’t.”

Damn this kid. He’s always been too smart for his own good, but this is a new level even for him. His perception was beyond incredible, and you were going to have to handle this very delicately. You couldn’t insult his intelligence, but you also had to keep in mind that at his core, he was just a very confused seven-year-old.

“Before we start, I need you to understand something,” you say, taking his hands. “You might have questions today that I won’t be able to answer just yet. I’m not trying to hide anything and I won’t lie to you, but your father is a… touchy subject. Please trust that if I don’t tell you something, I’m doing it for your own good, and that you’ll almost certainly find out one day, just not yet. And when you’re older, you’ll understand why I didn’t tell you everything right away. Can you be okay with that? I know this is a lot.”

“Um, yeah. I think that’s okay,” he says, albeit uncertainly, but you can also tell his curiosity has been piqued even further. With a second deep breath on your end, you try and find a good place to start. After a minute of thinking, you land on something.

“The first thing you should know is that your father is not a bad man,” you stress. “I’m not keeping him away because he’s bad. But the reason he isn’t around is because he doesn’t know you exist, baby.”

Jack’s brow furrows. “How does he not know I exist? I don’t understand,” he murmurs.

You close your eyes as you try and figure out how to best explain this. “Even though he’s not a bad person, he made a pretty big mistake, and we broke up. I didn’t find out I was pregnant with you until a little while later. You know babies are in mom’s tummies for nine months, but we don’t always know right away.”

“And once you found out, you didn’t tell him?” Jack asks, making you sigh again.

“Honey, I don’t think he’s in the town. This was right around when the wall was going up, and I think he made it out before he didn’t have a chance anymore. I can’t say for sure if this is what happened since I honestly don’t know, but I’ve never seen him in Thneedville since we broke up. I don’t think he lives here anymore.” It kills you to admit it, but you know it’s true. You’d tried going to his house several times once you’d discovered you were pregnant, and had found it empty every one of those times. You didn’t like to admit it, and you were definitely not going to tell Jack yet, but you think he ran after destroying the trees. It wasn’t a good look for him, but it couldn’t be helped or changed now, so you tried not to dwell on it too much.

“So I’m never gonna meet him? Ever?” Jack’s voice sends another dagger through you. He sounds so heartbroken. You’d worked so hard to provide for him, but this was something you couldn’t give him, no matter how hard you tried or how much you wanted to. He had Aurora, but as good as she was, she wasn’t his dad and never pretended to be. She knew her role was as his aunt, and that was the part she played. 

“Sweetie, I don’t know,” you do your best to comfort. “We can’t see the future, and never is a long time. That wall might come down eventually, we don’t know. I don’t want you to completely lose hope, okay?”

Jack slowly nods, looking down at his feet. He’s quiet for a moment, then asks the question that you’ve been dreading more than any other. “What was his name?”

It was such a simple question, and should have had such a simple answer, but of course your situation had to be complicated. You couldn’t protect him from what his father had done forever, but you could put it off until he was ready to hear it. Even if you didn’t tell him the full story yet, there was every chance he could overhear someone talking about what Onceler had done. And if Jack didn’t have a name, he could live in ignorant bliss for a while longer.

“I… I can’t tell you that,” you say hesitatingly. You see his face fall, and hasten to explain as best as you’re able. “And I know you don’t know why, and I wish I could explain it better. I will tell you one day, I promise. It’s just… complicated. I don’t want you to get caught up in it until you’re ready, okay?”

“I don’t understand,” Jack says with a frown.

“I know you don’t,” you sigh. “And I’m doing the best I can to try and help. But do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Then trust that you’ll know more when you’re older. And by then, you’ll understand. It’ll all make sense to you someday,” you promise. As you’re speaking, an idea suddenly hits you. “If you want, I can get you a picture. Would that be a good compromise?” you ask.

That suggestion makes Jack perk up a bit. “Yes, please,” he requests with the barest hint of a smile coming back to him. You give him what you know is a sad smile of your own before pushing yourself off the bed and making your way to the dresser in your own bedroom.

Even though you hadn’t seen this picture in several months, you knew exactly where it was. You tended to only get it out on the anniversary of the day you left, the one day of the year you allowed yourself to mourn. Other than that, you tried to think of him as little as you could, though it proves harder as Jack looks more and more like him every day.

You brush a bit of dust off the frame and give yourself a moment to stare at it. It had been the day you’d started dating him, and had wanted a picture the press couldn’t have. Both of you were happy in this frozen image, not knowing about the heartbreak that would come several months later.

You hug the picture to yourself before taking it back to Jack. Taking yet another deep breath, you hand him the picture, and his deep blue eyes immediately take it in.

“Oh, wow,” he whispers. Looking at both of them, it was more obvious than ever how much Jack resembled his father. And that constant pang in your heart that his father wasn’t here with you grew even stronger. Your son was nothing short of a miracle. His father would have loved him. And it was due to horrible circumstances that you couldn’t fix that were keeping both of them from each other.

“Can I keep this?” Jack asks, breaking a bit of your melancholy. You blink once to bring yourself back to the present moment.

“Yeah, of course,” you answer before you pull him into a tight hug. You loved this kid with your whole heart. Everything you did now was for him.

It’s several minutes before you let each other go. “I think I’m gonna go shoot some hoops at the park,” he decides, trying to discreetly wipe his eyes. You pretend you don’t see as you smile and nod.

“Okay. Be back before five,” you tell him, giving him one last kiss on the top of his head. He grabs his basketball, places the photo carefully on top of his dresser, and heads out of the apartment.

It’s only when the door shuts that you allow the tears you’ve been holding back to spill over, mourning the love you once had.

[cevansbrat0007]

Deliciously Sore

Summary: You allow Andy to take you in a way no other man has ever before.

Warnings: Smut, Anal Sex, Oral Sex (fem receiving), Finger Fucking, Cursing, Light Spanking, After Care, Minors DNI

A/N: Prompt courtesy of an Anonymous Reader who was curious about Andy and Reader's first time exploring backdoor play. This is also my first time writing something like this, so I hope it's okay. Part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. Likes, comments, and reblogs are encouraged and appreciated. Semi-proofread, but not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Please enjoy and thanks for reading!

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You’re finishing your night routine when you notice your man’s reflection behind you in the bathroom mirror. "Can I help you?”

“Yes.” He purrs, his brawny arms wrapping themselves around your waist. “You can start by losing the clothes and coming to bed.” One of his hands slides underneath your camisole. His fingers tracing little circles around your navel. 

“Can I at least finish what I’m doing first? I need to put my hair up and –”

“Uh uh. I want it down.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to watch those beautiful curls of yours bounce while I fuck your ass from behind.” A shiver courses through you as he grinds his impressive erection against the curve of your panty-covered ass.

“Oh…” You whimper softly.

Andy’s sharp teeth go to nip at your jaw. “You gonna keep your promise, baby girl? Hm?” His wicked tongue laves at the small hurt. “You gonna give yourself to me tonight?”

“Pretty sure I give myself to you almost every night, Big Man.” You feel your heart speed up as you turn in his arms. “Come to think of it, I give up this good good all the time.”

“Yeah, but there’s one part of yourself that you haven't given me. And I think it’s high time you pay up.”

Blushing, you try to bury your face in his chest. “Why do you want it so bad?” You whisper, suddenly feeling bashful. 

“Because you're mine, baby. And I want to own you in one of the most primal ways a man can own his woman.”

You feel your belly flutter at his words. 

“You trust me to make it good for you? Swear to God, I’m gonna fill you up just right with my big, fat cock.” Andy punctuates his words with several sinful thrusts of his hips. “And you’re gonna love taking every inch.”

“Ah, is that right?” Your voice sounds rather breathless, even to your own ears. “Cuz’ I gotta be honest with you, sweetheart. I’m not really sure if you’re gonna fit.”

Your Andy Bear throws his head back as a short burst of laughter escapes his lips. 

“Trust me, baby. I'll fit just fine.” He tells you as he quickly divests you of your black bra and matching lace panties.

That you didn’t doubt. Your boyfriend had been hinting at wanting you this way for weeks now. He’d been beyond excited when you'd let it slip that you were still very much a virgin…back there.

Swooping you up in his arms, Andy carts you out of the bathroom and lightly tosses you on his big, comfy bed. He makes quick work of getting you settled on a mountain of pillows before climbing on himself.

“Got me fucking starved for you, baby girl.”

Tonight, Andrew Barber was going to claim your body the way he’d been dreaming about. And you were going to let him.

“What do you mean – oh!” You cry out when your man parts your cheeks, exposing your dripping core and puckered hole to his hungry gaze.

“Look at that juicy little pussy.” He rasps as one of his thick fingers begins to toy with your entrance. “Always so fucking wet for me.” Leaning down, he buries his face between your parted thighs.

Legs shaking, you struggle to get control of your breathing as he delivers a hot, open mouthed kiss to his favorite part of you. 

“Shit!” You mewl as he continues to fuck you with his fingers. 

“That’s it, Y/N. Ride my fingers like a good girl.”

“Oh God, yes!” You cry out as stars burst behind your eyes. “Makin' that pussy cry...”

Fuck! You loved the way that man’s beard felt as it scraped against your most intimate flesh.  

Your hands fist themselves in the sheets as your man devours yours sweetness, his expert tongue rhythmically flicking over your pulsating clit. Gathering some of your slick, his fingers briefly leave your passion-swollen folds to trace over your back hole. 

“Bout to get you nice and stretched out for me so I can stuff you full.” Andy grunts, his passion-filled voice rumbling deep in his chest. “Can already tell this perky little ass is gonna fit me like a goddamned glove.”

A strangled moan escapes you when you feel his long, index finger begin to push against your puckered ring. 

“Mmm…” You bite your knuckles as the sensations slowly begin to overwhelm your trembling body.

“Just relax and let me in.” He opens a bottle lube, drizzling the cool liquid over your hole. “There we go.” He takes his time stretching you open, allowing you to get used to him working you over in a way no other man has ever before.

You’d be lying if you said that you didn’t enjoy the burn of being opened like this.

“Want you inside me, Andy. Want to feel all of you.”

“You will. I’ma give you everything you want and more, baby girl. Just need to finish getting you ready for me.”

“Wanna be your good girl so bad…” You keen as your man adds a second finger, pumping in and out of you at an increasingly fervent pace. You begin grinding your needy pussy against the pillows, desperate for some kind of relief. 

Eventually, your Big Man removes his fingers. You cry out at the loss, pushing your ass backwards for more.

Your man had said he was gonna fill you up, and it was about damned time he made good on that promise. 

You’re so lost in your own thoughts that you almost miss the sound of a foil packet being torn open behind you. Seconds later, you feel something impossibly hard graze your back entrance. And then you hear something buzzing behind you.

A fucking vibrator.

Your hips jerk of their own accord when the toy finds your clit.

“Alright, Y/N. Be my sweet girl and let me in.” He hisses as his fingers dig into your hips, the tip of his cock pressing piercing your hole. Even though you want nothing more than to soothe the mounting pressure between your thighs, you grit your teeth and force yourself to take a moment to get used to the pressure.

“Can’t believe you're is giving me such a beautiful gift.” He growls, sounding positively feral as your muscles dutifully milk his cock. “Fucking luckiest man alive.”

“So full.” You whine as a thin sheen of perspiration covers your skin. “Ungh! It - it’s too much…”

“I know, baby. I know. But you can take it. Keep that ass up for Daddy and he’ll reward you shortly.” Andy’s free hand comes down hard on your left ass cheek for good measure as his hips piston in and out of you.

“That’s it, baby. Takin’ me so good.” He praises you as you bounce back on his dick again and again. “You’re makin’ your Daddy so proud, Y/N.” 

He fucking loved watching your gorgeous jiggle. And it was all for him.

“Ah, God! Make my pussy cream, baby. Want you to really beat it up!”

Your wish is my command. Andy thinks to himself through his pleasure-fueled haze as he presses the purple bullet vibe back to your throbbing clit. He uses his other hand to thrust his hand in your hair, gripping the thick curls in his fist and yanking your head back for a bone-melting kiss. 

“I love seeing you like this. All twisted up and greedy for my cock." He purrs, licking your cheek. "You make the prettiest little fuck toy.”  

"Only for you, Daddy."

"Damned right only for me." Each word is peppered with a powerful thrust. Your man's pace never wavers, his hips never slowing down. You were so close to toppling over the edge you could taste it.

You were being fucked within an inch of your life, and you were loving every minute of it. And judging by the guttural sounds coming from behind you, so was your man.

"Cum for me, baby." He flips the vibrator to its highest setting. "Wanna watch you fall apart for me."

You do as he asks, letting your orgasm consume you as you spiral into bliss.

Andy is quick to find his own release soon after, a savage sound coming from his corded throat.

And then everything goes dark.

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Moments later...

You come to as a large hand lovingly strokes your back.

“Stay right there for me.” Andy murmurs as he rises from the bed to dispose of the condom before heading to the bathroom to fetch a warm, wet cloth.

“Andy, I can -”

“Hush, sweet girl.” He calls out from the other room. “Cleaning you up is my privilege. Just relax and let me take care of you.”

“Yes, Sir.” You hum softly, resting your head back on your arms as you wait for him to return. 

God, your body was deliciously sore. 

Your man re-emerges a few moments later, not even bothering to hide his satisfied grin.

"You did so well for me, baby." He purrs as he kneels between your legs to tenderly wipe you clean. "I love you so fucking much."

"Mmhm." You drowsily mumble. "Ditto. Now hush and go bring a cigarette."

Your words catch Andy by surprise. "You don't smoke." He says with a laugh.

"No I don't. But after what we just did, I think I might start."

Your man simply shakes his head. "I'm afraid I'm fresh out. Looks like you'll have to settle for a glass of wine instead."

"Eh, I'll make it work. Now hurry up and pour us both a glass so we can snuggle. It hasn't even been five minutes yet and I'm already missing your big body."

"You're wish is my command, sweet girl."

END

[suna-reversed]

Insatiable desires

Gojo x F!reader x Toji ft. Nanami

art credit: @sk_jkg7 (twitter)

MINORS DNI!!

warnings/tags- gangbang, degredation, spanking, spit play, cum play, oral (m.receiving), manhandling, choking, creampie, fingering, gagging, mentions of bondage

A/N: this is just porn without plot, don’t even try to figure out what timeline it falls into, just assume it’s written in the veeishornyfordilfs-verse😩

You don't exactly remember how you ended up here-

splayed across the lap of the world’s most powerful sorcerer, ass up and panties pushed to the side while one of the most elite fighters of the zenin clan sits across from you, hand lazily palming the massive bulge in his pants. 

“Told you she’s an obedient little thing-” Gojo’s bragging is cut off as a loud moan escapes you. 

“Sure she is.” Toji says in mockery, a dry laugh escaping his throat.

“What’s the point of having her tight cunt gush around you if she isn’t making any of those sweet sounds?” Gojo counters, his hand harshly coming down against your throbbing clit making you choke on another moan around the blindfold stuffing your mouth. 

Gojo’s fingers continue to explore your folds, moving every now and then to spread the wetness across your bruised ass which had been subjected to repeated spanks from both the men just moments ago. You arch your back more as his fingers come right onto your clit, face contorting in pleasure as he starts rubbing circles onto your sensitive bud. 

A loud groan pulls you out of your bubble of ecstacy. 

“Put her on the bed already, she’s dripping enough to fit 3 cocks inside her slutty little hole by now.” 

You tilt your head to find Toji’s piercing gaze fixed onto where Gojo’s fingers meet your juices, his hand pulling his cock free from the elastic of his boxers. You whine needily at the sight of it, making the tip of his cock twitch as a bead of precum dribbles down the side. A sharp slap comes down onto your ass making you wince from pain, tears welling up in your eyes from being teased for too long, 

“Better have the same reaction for my cock too sweetheart.” Gojo sings out, voice laced with a hint of jealousy. 

Toji looks amused as he gets up, not even acknowledging Gojo as he pulls up your body from across his lap, easily tossing you onto the bed like a ragdoll. You look up at him with pleading eyes as he comes to stand at the edge of the bed, his huge member right in front of your face. Even Gojo’s remarks of annoyance are silenced as he grips your jaw, slapping your cheek with his enlarged cock, 

“Do you deserve it?” His voice is deep and commanding as he pulls up your face so that you’re staring right into his eyes. You nod your head rapidly, mouth still gagged. 

Toji bites his lip as he apprehends your tear filled eyes and your drooling mouth. You cough a little when he suddenly pulls out the fabric in your mouth, throwing it to the side, you barely even have the time to take a breath before the tip of his cock is rubbing against your lips, urging you to take him in, 

“Let’s see what kind of sweet sounds she makes when my cum is oozing out this dirty mouth.” 

That’s all the warning you get before his cock is making its way past your lips and hitting the back of your throat. The spit that had built up in your mouth now leaking out the sides and falling onto your tits. It’s filthy and lewd as he grips onto your hair to tilt your head upwards, smearing the mixture of substances drooling out the side of your mouth across your cheek, laughing as tears fall from your eyes. You can feel him getting close, loud moans rumbling from his chest as he fucks your mouth even deeper than before. Your vision is blurry from the tears, no coherent thought in mind except for the feral need of having Toji’s cum down your throat when suddenly, you’re harshly pulled back, a sob escaping you from both shock and desperation as the back of your head hits Gojo’s chest. 

Everything happens in a flash. You barely register the growl that leaves Toji’s throat over the sound of Gojo snickering, and before your know it, the dark haired man is striding towards you, a look in his eyes that makes you want to beg for your life, but he doesn’t even look at you as your body slumps to the mattress. You snap your head behind to see Gojo pinned against the headboard, smirking at the large hand wrapped around his throat. 

Your eyes widen in surprise and heat crawls up your face as he crashes his lips onto Toji’s. Toji’s eyes hold the same expression as you for a second before a loud groan leaves his throat, hand moving up to grip Gojo’s jaw as he pulls away. The arousal that pools in your core as you watch the thick splatter of Toji’s saliva hit the side of Gojo’s lips is almost embarrassing. Gojo looks amused and it seems like they’ve almost forgotten you until he raises his hand, two fingers gesturing you to come closer, which seems to snap Toji’s attention back to you too. You crawl over to them, Gojo’s lips immediately melding with yours, the mix of both their spit coating your tongue. 

“Fuck this- I wanna be inside her.”

You’re being pulled away once again, only this time, angled in a way where you're on your fours, ass towards Toji, nose pressed onto Gojo’s muscular thigh, his cock standing tall against his stomach as he runs his fingers through your hair. You lick a stripe up from the base of his shaft to the tip of his cock, moaning as you feel your folds being spread apart, the tip of Toji’s cock lining up with your slit as he kneads the flesh of your ass. You feel Gojo’s hand pushing your head forward, urging you and you oblige. You struggle to take him in your already fucked out throat, barely halfway through when you feel the burn of a cock stretching your walls. You moan around the cock in your mouth as Toji fully sheaths himself inside of you, the vibrations making Gojo bucks his hips up into your mouth. 

The vulgar sounds of Toji’s balls slapping against your ass as he starts thrusting into your gushing cunt fills the room, overpowering the grunts and groans of the blue-eyed man stuffing your mouth with his dick. Gojo brings his hand forward to fondle your breasts, fingers pulling and pinching your hardened nipples which makes your cunt clench. Toji groans at the movement, strokes getting sloppier as he feels his climax nearing. Both men are bucking into you, using your body to their own pleasure as you lose your balance and fall forwards, mouth still bobbing against Gojo’s cock because of the push of Toji going in and out of your leaking pussy. 

Gojo is the first to climax, holding your head down, nose pressed up against his happy trail as he cums deep down your throat. The peak of your own arousal washes over you as Toji’s fingers move across your abdomen to find your clit, hastily rubbing circles onto it as his cock brushes one particular sensitive spot against your walls. You’re moaning around Gojo’s softening dick as the first wave of an orgasm hits you, tears escaping your eyes from the edging as the coil in your stomach snaps. Toji follows soon after, pumping your cunt full of his seed as he fucks you through both of your orgasms. 

Your body collapses onto the bed as both men pull themselves out, Gojo lazily reaching over the nightstand to throw over his phone to Toji who proceeds to take pictures of your fucked out oozing cunt. You’re panting from the exhaustion as strong arms wrap around you and pull you up to a warm chest, 

“You don’t think you’re done without me having filled you up, do you?” 

His hot breath next to ear makes shivers run down your spine as you shake your head, still too tired to respond as another hand kneads the flesh of your inner thigh, the bed dipping as Toji comes to sit across from you. 

“What the fuck Satoru?”

Your eyes immediately snap open at the foreign voice, both Gojo and Toji’s attention being diverted to the doorway, towards the man in the suit, tie loosened around his throat and an extremely annoyed look on his face. Arguably, it was Gojo’s fault for pulling you into a random room after he had seen you pressed against the wall in some corner, Toji’s lips latched onto the tit he had pulled out of your dress. 

“Ah- I didn’t think the room was occupied.” Gojo says nonchalantly, the side of his lip twitching upwards. 

You knew the ever-observant man would never make such a mistake, making you wonder what he was up to. The vexed look on the man’s face who stared at you from across the room would have made you want to shrink into yourself even if you were fully clothed. 

“But you have been stressed these days, haven't you Nanami? Maybe you deserve a little reward.” 

You yelped as you felt hands spreading apart your thighs, glancing over at Toji to see what he thought of the situation, but his own eyes mirrored the look of the man exposing you to the blonde at the door. 

“I’ll fucking kill you if you ever wreck my room again.” 

There was anger in Nanami’s words, he was stressed and tired from having to work overtime on today’s mission and to come home to such a mess was the last thing he expected. Still, he found his cock twitching against the restraint of his pants as he looked at your bare pussy, your eyes holding a look so innocent as if you weren’t just getting fucked by two men. Maybe he did deserve a reward after all, he found himself thinking as he strode towards the bed, pulling his tie loose. 

You couldn’t deny that the man was attractive, his aura both dangerously calming and commanding as he apprehended you carefully, his hunger-filled eyes raking over your figure with a look that said he was going to devour you whole. He didn’t put away his tie, instead tying it up into a makeshift knot and you felt yourself getting wet once again as you realised what he was planning. 

Well, you were always curious about wanting to get tied up and fucked anyways. 

[bitimdrake]

You know what. The biggest problem in Jason discourse is that so many people are insistent he’s just one thing.

Stans insist he’s a good guy with perfect morals who only did bad things because he couldn’t control himself. And it’s like, well, no, actually, he did many bad things and absolutely all of them he actively decided to do of his own volition. Fans want to make him someone who’s deeply devoted to his strict principles and I’m just, hm, I mean, sure there are some things he definitely believes in or detests, but he breaks those rules all the time. He’s not really a principle-driven guy or, at least, he’s a guy whose principles are regularly beaten out by his emotions.

DC pre-Flashpoint would be like “he’s an Evil Man who does things for Evil” and I’m like, hey, have you read your own comics because he’s clearly got more compelling motivations than that. But then fans will be like “everything he does is part of a moral plan” and no tf it’s not that either.

I’ve seen people insist that Jason’s work in UtRH has nothing to do with Bruce and is just about Jason doing what he thinks is right for Gotham, and I don’t know what the fuck they’re talking about!! I’m sorry, but if you read that storyline and truly think “nope, there’s no part of this that’s a kid lashing out at his dad because he feels unloved” you’re a fucking idiot!! It’s right there in the text!!!! It’s at the core of the climax!!

But just because that’s a motivation doesn’t mean it’s the only thing he’s ever motivated by, the only emotion he ever has. People don’t work like that.

Sometimes Jason does things to fuck with Bruce or Dick, or reach out to them in his own messed up way. Sometimes he independently does things he thinks are right. Sometimes he just does things he wants to do that fit neither category!

Why did Jason attack Tim after he came back? Well, I mean, it was established that he thought his death should have been the last and didn’t like kid sidekicks still existing, so maybe part of him was testing and pressing Tim. And also, he’s a deeply traumatized teenager convinced that his dad replaced him and fucking obviously he’s lashing out at the easiest target. The two things do not negate each other!

And it happens with his time as Robin too. DC pretends he was always angry, reckless, unprepared, not good enough to be Robin; that he was doomed at the end and doomed from the start; that his death was inevitable. And that ignores that he wasn’t a bad Robin at all, that every Robin has had pretty much the same amount of anger and mistakes, that his only mistake on the day of his death was trusting the wrong person.

But then fans do the same thing the opposite way, and insist Jason as Robin was a pure sweetheart who never did anything wrong, that he was the least angry Robin ever, that if he ever did do anything bad it was just bad writing and editorial vendetta because surely he could not have had flaws. And that ignores that Jason was just as much of a messy, struggling kid/teen as any other Robin; that he was regularly righteously angry, and occasionally acted on that anger in unfair or reckless ways; that being a good kid doesn’t mean being A Perfect Ball of Sunshine Always.

Jason as Robin was a full person with strengths and flaws and coherent motives and acts. He was neither a cautionary tale nor a pure angle.

Jason after his resurrection was a mess of contradictions who believed many things and wanted many other things and couldn’t even admit all of them to himself. He did a lot of reprehensible shit, but his motives were understandable, and often sympathetic, and occasionally even convincing, because that’s what made him an interesting character and foil.

To flatten him is to miss the point.

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[AU, SMUT] What Are You? | Bucky x Steve x Reader

Category: AU, Smut (Mandatory) Age: 18+ Trigger Warnings: Mafia themes, derogatory language, intercourse Ship: Steve x Bucky x Reader Summary: Steve and Bucky Are Planning Some Work With a Client, But What Happens When That Client Doesn't Respect Their Girl? Request: N/A Contains Spoilers for: N/A Word Count: 2.6k

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Almost everyone knew - there was no doubt about that. Everyone should’ve known, at least, but those who didn’t pay enough attention… sorry for them.

Everyone who heard the sound of the heels clacking against the marble flooring would straighten themselves up as if the sound was coming from the men themselves.

Which men? Oh, which men indeed.

That’s not to say that the woman couldn’t have any kind of friendships with any of the men in the building - she does need a little bit of platonic fun here and there.

“Slow down, Aphrodite, you might chip the flooring.” A mocking voice calls from behind her. Despite it being from a familiar face, the other men still stiffen as if they were the ones doing wrong.

“You might shatter the mirrors if you look in them for any longer.” The woman retorts as she attempts to hide the grin that forms at her own comeback.

The man, however, doesn’t even try to hide his smile as he turns his strides into a jog to catch up with her.

“How do you even know how often I stare in the mirror? You spying on me?” Sam asks, the pair glancing at each other and both now smiling.

“So you admit that you stare at the mirror, and not just look at it?” The woman tactically avoids his question with her own retort.

Sam’s laugh echoes through the corridor they’re walking through. It’s quite spectacular really - some would mistake it for being a palace. A place where only the good-willed people reside. Almost a shame that it’s full of the likes of James ‘Bucky’ Barnes and Steve Rogers - the two men who own just about all the power there is in New York, let alone Manhattan.

“You know they’re not done yet, right?” The man quizzes, a content smile still on his lips as his hands rest in the front pockets of his black trousers.

The woman doesn’t respond, simply nods.

Sam catches it out the corner of his eye and simply shakes his head.

“You have a habit of interrupting their meetings.”

“And you have a habit of saying things that might get you killed one day.” (Y/N) answers, but her gentle smile admits that that’s not entirely true.

Her attire consists of a loose but very fitting crimson dress that sits mid-thigh, along with the matching red heels that are buckled around her ankles. A simple silver chain around her neck that has two small, but very expensive, black and red diamonds resting in the centre of her collarbone.

“Tell Steve that his car’s being valeted if he needs it anytime soon.” The man comments as he turns off down another corridor, different to (Y/N)’s route.

She simply nods again.

Why is it that she’s heading toward her husbands’ meeting? Because she’s interested in seeing how it will end. The man who has been persisting to speak with Steve and Bucky for the last sixteen months is desperate, to say the least. He wants investment in their three hotels that are situated across NYC, in Queens, Brooklyn and Manhattan.

She was the one who decided on where those hotels would be built, so she wants to see the man, John Walker, crumble as her partners’ pretend they care, only to tell him no.

It might seem like a waste of time but in reality, it’s to see how the man deals with hearing the word no, and whether Bucky and Steve need to deal with him.

“Ma’am.” Christopher greets as (Y/N) approaches the door of the conference room that her men are in.

“Chris.” She responds, nodding her head as he opens the door for her. “How’s it going, gentlemen?” The woman adds as she casually struts into the room, grabbing everyone's attention.

There’s a moment of silence as everyone turns to look at the woman who’s interrupted their meeting. Steve and Bucky simply smile as they take a moment to admire their wife.

“Excuse me?” John is the first to speak up and everyone’s attention turns to him, including (Y/N), who doesn’t seem phased by his evident frustration.

“You’re excused.” Her response is simple but ignites a spark inside of the man.

“Do you usually let whores just stroll around and cause inconvenience in their wake, gentlemen?” He asks, but his eyes remain on (Y/N).

The woman’s eyebrows raise, and a surprised but impressed smile etches its way onto her face. She says nothing. John stares at her with a quirked brow, waiting for a response from the two men his question was directed to, so obliviously aware of the fearful stares he’s now getting from everyone else in the room.

Bucky and Steve’s heads turned very slowly, in sync, back toward their guest, their smiles now distorted into that of pure fury.

“Would you like to say that again?” Steve speaks up first, John now turning his head toward the boss in curiosity of his sudden change of voice.

That’s when the man notices all the stares on him. His eyebrows furrow as he acknowledges everyone’s expression. His eyes flick from the other men in the room to Bucky and Steve, to (Y/N), and back to the two leaders.

He gulps.

“I said: Say. It. Again.” Steve enunciates.

“Come here, doll,” Bucky speaks up also, his eyes flicking from John to (Y/N) for a brief moment, his arm opening up and inviting the woman to situate herself on his knee.

The woman obliges, striding over to her husbands and letting the brunet’s arm wrap around her as she sits.

John’s eyes haven’t left Steve’s, too mortified to even blink, but he catches the action of Bucky and (Y/N).

Steve’s eyebrow quirks, reminding his guest that he’s waiting. And Steve hates waiting.

“I didn’t mean- I didn’t know she was- gentlemen, please, look, this is all a big misunderstanding, I just-”

“Called our woman a whore and an inconvenience.” Bucky finishes his sentence, his expression just as murderous as Steve’s, despite the soothing actions of his hand stroking his wife’s waist.

“I didn’t know she was your-”

“And you think that excuses it?” Steve interrogates. “You think calling any woman a whore is acceptable? An inconvenience?”

John gulps and the sound echoes in the room. His eyes flicker away from Steve’s for a moment to the woman herself, intentionally or not, but his eyes drop to the prominent cleavage on display.

Bucky smirks at the action that most definitely didn’t go unnoticed by himself.

“Sweetheart,” Steve begins, John’s attention darting straight back to the blond’s once more. (Y/N) hums in response. “Who do you belong to?”

(Y/N) bites her lip, core throbbing at the obvious dominance and possession of the two men.

“You and James.” She whispers, Bucky’s hand gripping her waist tightly at the use of his birth name.

The sweat glistening on John’s forehead is clear as day.

Knowing what’ll get everyone in the room riled up even moreso, (Y/N) turns herself around so she’s facing Bucky, sat on his lap, legs on either side of his body. Everyone else in the room keeps their eyes firmly locked on the glass table or the white ceiling.

A pleasant hum resonates from the brunet’s throat, his hands naturally adjusting to rest on her hips.

The moment John’s eyes flicker to (Y/N) once more and then drift down her back, a gun is cocked and metal is pressed firmly against the back of the man’s head.

The woman goes to turn her head around to see what’s happened but Bucky’s lips locking with hers prevents that from happening. She whimpers against his mouth and he absolutely adores it.

“Bend over this table for me, doll.” The man murmurs. “Let’s show Mister Walker what a proper whore looks like.”

The excitement that sparkles in his wife’s eyes makes his cock throb between his legs.

“Yes, sir.”

The pet name makes both men throb.

The woman stands up and turns herself around, making sure every sway of her hips is a show to be watched. Her eyes lock with none other than their security lead, Tony Stark, who’s holding the gun up to Walker’s head, as she bends herself over the table, dress drooping at the front to display her cleavage.

Tony’s eyes don’t even flicker away from her own. The staff in this building know better than to try and indulge in what is rightfully Bucky and Steve’s. John, however, sees this as a prime opportunity to stare at what he believes he’s being offered, his trousers getting tighter.

(Y/N) sees it. She finds is humorous.

Bucky’s hands slide their way up the backs of his wife’s bare thighs, pushing up the crimson material as he reaches it.

Her eyes flutter shut and lips part in satisfaction at the feeling.

“Tell us what you want, doll.” Bucky mumbles, sitting the bottom of her dress at the base of her back, grinning at her lack of underwear.

“Touch me.”

The explicit word that escapes John’s lips are heard clear as day and he knows it, face once again panicking as he looks back at Steve, whose expression still hasn’t changed.

“Where do you want me to touch you, princess?” James continues, not paying an ounce of attention to anyone else in the room right now besides his missus.

His fingers stroke the top of her inner thighs, seeing her soaking wet core already dripping down them.

“Want you to touch my pussy.” (Y/N) breathes, eyes flitting open barely a millimetre.

James presses soft kisses on his wife’s ass before sliding his middle and ring finger lightly over her slit. The action gets a mewl out of her.

Fifteen men in this room in total, only two of them can touch this woman yet all fifteen are dreaming about it.

“Move.” Steve states, prompting John to widen his eyes once more, but this time the words aren’t directed at him.

Bucky grins and obliges, removing his hands from his girl and stands up.

(Y/N)’s eyes open fully this time as she whines in complaint at the loss of contact, but a large smack on her ass distorts her whine into a large gasp.

“You’ll get what’s coming to you, sweetheart.” Steve states, manoeuvring himself so he’s stood directly behind his wife, Bucky casually pulling his own gun out of his inner blazer pocket and wiping it down with his hands.

John’s face stays facing Steve, but his eyes follow Bucky as the brunet moves behind him and out of his sight.

Tony takes the sign to back away and let his boss take over from here.

Steve has no shame as he unbuckles his belt, undoes his trousers and pulls out his rock-hard cock, stroking it with his hand a few times while his other hand returns to Bucky’s previous actions.

“You see that?” Bucky whispers in John’s ears, prompting the man to gasp and jump in his seat. He gulps again but remains silent. “I asked you a question.”

The man frantically nods, fearful for his life, and absolutely humiliated.

“You’re so wet, baby,” Steve murmurs, leaning down and moving her hair aside, kissing the back of her neck.

Before the woman can even respond, her husband thrusts himself inside of her in one go, (Y/N)’s back arching and moaning so loud that Christopher can probably hear outside the door, and Steve’s head being thrown back, his own moan equally loud.

Bucky almost loses his composure if it wasn’t for the fact that he knew not to falter when making sure a man like John Walker was wanting his woman.

“Fuck…” Walker whispers, lips parted as he stares at the woman in front of him being railed by none other than Steven Rogers.

“Keep watching because this is your death wish.” Bucky whispers, John’s eyes widening. “Does she look good?”

John nods his head almost desperately.

Her moans only get faster and louder as Steve fucks her.

“Remind him what you are, sweetheart?” The blond groans, grabbing the woman’s hair and pulling her head back so she’s more or less face-to-face with Walker alongside her other husband.

“A whore.” (Y/N) practically begs.

“Louder.” Steve demands.

“A whore!”

“I said: fucking louder!”

“A WHORE! I’m your whore, sir!” She screams, John losing it and standing up to lean forwards but a gunshot firing beside his head makes him stumble back down to his seat.

(Y/N) flinches are the known noise but settles quickly as Bucky strokes her face with the hand that’s not holding the freshly-fired weapon.

“Don’t you fucking dare move an inch toward our wife.” Bucky threatens to the man he’s leaning over.

John gulps but nods, not taking his eyes off (Y/N).

“Is she inconvenient now, Walker?” Steve asks, glaring daggers at the man. He only shakes his head, eyes only meeting Steve’s for a split second. “No?” He breathes. “Then what is she?”

The guest falls speechless, shaking his head as his eyes flicker between Steve and (Y/N).

“Hot as fuck.” He whispers, Bucky growling in his ear.

“Fuck!” (Y/N) cries out, desperate eyes staring at Bucky’s, who smirks at her state.

“Think our girl wants to cum, Steve.” He comments, John panting in his seat.

“Yeah? You wanna show this scum what a good girl you are for us, baby girl?” Steve grunts, not slowing down but rather speeding up as he too reaches his peak.

The woman’s head nods in desperation, face flushed as her eyes flicker across all men in the room, including Tony’s, who simply winks at her before removing his stare.

“Say it, doll.” Bucky demands.

“I wanna cum.” (Y/N) gasps, watching her brunet lover shake his head.

“Gonna have to do better than that, doll.”

“Please,” She begs. “Please, daddy. Sir. Please, let me cum!” Her voice screams, Steve grunting in response to the feeling of her squeezing his cock, milking him for all his worth.

“Cum, baby girl.” He permits. “Cum like the whore you are.”

And how she does.

Her scream could shatter glass, Christopher would be concerned if he hadn’t already established the differences between the woman’s fearful screams and her pleasure-filled ones.

Taking full advantage of Bucky’s distraction, John leaps forward to get a taste of the woman who’s almost passing out from the pleasure, but that’s the last move he makes as a bullet is shot through his back, knocking him down onto the table.

Tony doesn’t seem phased as he shakes the smoke from his gun, settling it back into his pocket.

Making sure the woman doesn’t collapse atop the, now dead, man on the table, Bucky holds her up while Steve sorts himself out before pulling her back across the table and into his lap.

“You okay, sweetheart?” The blond whispers, smoothing the hair out of her face.

(Y/N) nods but keeps her eyes shut as she rests against her husband’s chest.

“Words, baby.” He requests.

“M’okay.”

“That’s my girl.”

Two of the security men alongside Tony head over and remove the body from the room, Bucky asking for someone to clean up the mess whilst walking over to his two lovers.

“We okay?” The brunet murmurs, Steve smirking and nodding before both paying attention to their girl who’s still half unconscious.

“Does anyone else in the room have anything to say before we carry on?” Steve asks, everyone shaking their heads frantically. “Good, now leave.” And they do.

“You okay, baby doll?” Bucky whispers, cocooning her cheek with his hand.

The woman nods and manages to open her eyes.

“Yeah.”

“That’s our girl.”

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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You couldn’t keep the truth from your husband forever, right? He wasn’t as stupid as you thought after all, just too aggressive

𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: Gynecologist!Andy Barber x Married!Fem!Reader (Andy is single, imaginary au - Laurie and Jacob do not exist; Neal Logiudice is reader’s husband)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: (badly checked) explicit sexual content; explicit language; pussy slapping (two times); degradation??; disrespect and aggression against woman (because of Neal); some angst; some fluff; it’s a rollercoaster of emotions; some smut; vaginal fingering; (let me know if I forgot something)

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“Say you’re only mine!” Andy demanded. Today wasn’t the day for you to play with his commands. He was pissed and needed you to ease some of his nerves.

His hips were slumming against you, his hands on both your sides - making sure to leave some bruises. “Say it or I’m not gonna let you cum!” Andy was in total control, only one his move and you would be left high and dry.

The warning was enough for you to fully submit to your doctor. “I’m only yours!” You moaned loudly. “You know that I don’t need anyone but you. All yours, Andy.” You kissed his shoulder, leaving small love bites after that. You wanted nothing else but to mark him, show everyone that he was yours. Andy stole your breath with a desperate kiss.

“You better mean it, sweet girl!” The domination was still visible in his darkened eyes. “Because once I’m done with you, you’ll be broke for any other man. Even your prick of a husband!”

Andy’s words did something twisted to your pleasure, making you even more desperate for him. His cock thrusting in and out of your pussy at an extremely slow pace. You moaned his name, dissatisfied because of his teasing behaviour.

“Just make me cum already!” Impatience took the better of you. “All you do is talk shit! I want to cum!”

The unexpected hit to your clit made you whimper for the entire room. “You want to be a fucking cunt?!” Andy gives another slap to your tender core. “Perhaps I shouldn’t let you get to climax at all?” His voice was mischievous. “Or maybe, I’ll be edging you all night long?” He smirked at your unpleasant facial expression. “How does it sound for you, sweetheart?”

“No, please!” You were so desperate to cum that you would do anything. “I need to cum so bad!” Yours pleases only added to his ego, making him even harder just for you. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry!”

Andy kissed your sweaty forehead. Whispering sweet nothing into your ear. “That’s okay, baby. I know you’re not thinking straight when my cock is stretching your tight little pussy.” He laughed at you slightly, avidly watching the way your swollen lips was taking him further and further. You were such a good girl for him after all.

“Andy…” You moaned his name out loud. “Please…” He was so turned on because of the little noises you were making, couldn’t stop himself but kiss every square he was able to reach of your beautiful body.

And just like that… You were overwhelmed with all the feelings your favourite doctor was giving you. He made you feel so good. No one before him was able to do that. The pleasure came crashing back down your whole body. You had pretended long enough, and now - that you have all you needed you weren’t the one to give it up.

Andy collapsed beside you on the bed. “You did so well for me, baby!” He kissed you right after his praise.

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“Can you explain to me, why half of my payment goes to the private seasons with some doctor?” Neal growled through his clenched teeth. He was at the end of his endurance. “I’m not working so hard for you to spend all my money on checking your fucking cunt!”

You weren’t prepared for him to yell at you right after he came back from his work delegation.

“What the fuck is your problem?” You had enough of his shit, couldn’t stand him any longer. “You have an issue with me taking care of my health?! Are you out of your mind?!”

“I’m the one crazy?!” He shouted right in your face, you could feel his breath on your cheek. “Don’t for one minute think that you have any right to yell in my house! You haven't earned a damn penny in your whole life!”

Neal’s right hand rambled to grab your neck. It wasn’t the pleasant way when Andy was choking you. Your husband wanted to show you that he was the one in charge, wanted to scare you. And you were terrified.

“You stupid bitch!” His fingers were digging into your skin, you knew right then that there would be bruises the next day. “You think I’m stupid?! I knew from the start that you are a fucking whore!”

“What are assuming me of?” You could barely speak. The pressure Neal was making was almost too much for you to handle. “Stop! You’re hurting me…”

“Good!” He yelled. “Are you so dumb? You’re cheating on me you fucking whore! Maybe I have some venereal disease because of you!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” He let go of your throat then, making you fall to the ground. You were gasping for breath, looking him right into the eyes. They were devoid of natural colour, anger took over him completely.

Neal looked at you with disgust for a few moments. Then, he left your shared house with a slamming door.

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“Andy, I need you…” You whispered to the phone, still feeling frightened, you couldn’t think of anyone else that could help you right now.

“Are you alright?” He sounded confused and a little scared. “Did something happen?”

“It’s…” You took a deep breath. “It’s my husband.”

“I’m on my way, honey!” You could hear the clink of his car’s keys. “I’ll take care of you.”

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When Andy appeared at your door you were a total mess. He could see the damage Neal did to your precious body. How could he even think of hurting my perfect little angel? Because that’s who you were for Andy - an angel.

Without thinking, he picked you up from the cold floor and hugged your limp body. Wanted nothing more than to make you feel at least a little bit better.

“You’re okay now.” Andy made his way to the living room, he sat on the couch, bringing you with him. “I got you, sweetheart. He won’t hurt you again.” He kissed your sweaty forehead.

You look him deep in the blue eyes. Something in them reduced your nerves. He always makes you feel better for some reason. “Thank you for being here, Andy.” Your voice was quiet, barely louder than a whisper. “Can you take me somewhere else?”

He only smiled and took you to his car, making sure to fasten your seat belt. When Andy started your travel, he placed one of his hands on your thigh, squeezing it gently. You looked up at him, admiring his beautiful face, focused on the road.

The ride didn’t take much time. After ten minutes you were standing in front of Andy’s house. It wasn’t the first time you were here. It was modern but cosy.

He took your hand and escort you in. “Make yourself at home, honey.” His lips brushed your cheek and then, he was making his way to the kitchen, bringing you with him. “I’ll make us some tea. You can sit in the living room meanwhile.”

You follow his words. After a minute, you both were sitting comfortably, sipping your drinks with his hand touching yours. “Are you okay now?” Andy’s question woken you up from your little mind-wandering.

You smile at him. “Yes, a lot better. I’m really grateful, Andy.” He kissed your sensitive palm, connecting your fingers together after that. “I don’t know what gotten into him.” You admitted honestly. “He never was like that with me. He was yelling from time to time, but he never raise his hand on me.”

“And he won’t do it again.” You could hear the anger in Andy’s voice. He couldn’t forgive himself for not being there - not protecting you enough. “I’ll make sure of it!” You smile at him shyly.

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“You sure I can stay the night?” You asked for the hundredth time. Didn’t want to be a problem for him.

“Yes! It’s safer for you to be with me.” Of course, your safety was important for Andy but that wasn’t the real reason he wanted you to stay at his house. He was delighted to have you, even just for the one night. Your presence was like an aloe vera for him. Always making him happier.

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“I’ll take a shower.” You informed your company. “Could I possibly borrow your shirt?”

Andy was more than happy to have you - walking around the house with his shirt on you. The thought made him hard straight away. “Sure!” He smiled. “Perhaps I could join you? You know, just to save water. I was thinking about being more ecological.”

His explanation made you laugh. He was adorable, you couldn’t dismiss that. Without saying a thing, you made your way to the bathroom. His face dropped immediately. When you were at the door and didn’t hear him - you turned around. “You’re not coming?” You smirked.

That was enough invitation he needed. He stood up from the bad and came close to you. His hands on the back of your head, pulling you for a desperate kiss, the first the two of you shared since your last meeting.

You have to admit that you have missed his touch. He was everything you needed. Andy was kissing you as if he was a man starved. His tongue grazing yours, making sure to try and remember every single detail. He pulled you by your waist even closer, needed to feel all of you against him.

“Andy.” You whined his name as he started undoing the buttons of your sundress. What was his surprise when he saw that you didn’t have anything underneath it.

“Baby, you’re killing me!” He said right to your ear, causing the shivers to run your body. “Do you even realize what affection you have on me?” The path of wet kisses on your neck was breathtaking. You couldn’t stop yourself from moaning. The sounds you were making, only added to his already painful erection.

You pulled him to the bathroom by the tie he was wearing. Once inside, you got rid of his useless clothes. When he was standing just like he was made before you, you couldn’t help but watch his perfect body. Every muscle and vein was beautiful.

You both got in the shower. The hot water caressed your naked bodies. Andy’s wandering hands all over your delicate skin, making his own paths. His mouth on your shoulder, biting lightly.

He hasn’t even touched you down there yet, but all you could feel was blissful pleasure. “I’m gonna make love to you tonight, baby.” He whispered. “Treat you real nice and sweet. Just like you should be treated.” Andy kissed your lips with passion, you haven’t felt for a long time.

“Andy!” You moaned when his fingers found their way to your most intimate area. You could barely breathe with mouth agape when he was tracing your entrance. “I need to feel you.” You really wanted him to just bury himself inside of you.

“My favorite pussy!” Andy admitted with dark eyes and playful smile. “Always so wet and sweet.”

You were consumed by him, hardly holding on while his fingers were pounding up into you. The sound of your pussy made you a little embarrassed but you couldn’t help that. He was the reason why your wetness was running down your legs.

The pleasure Andy is giving you is always so overwhelming. You can’t think straight when some of his part is inside you. That’s the power he has over you.

“Come on, honey!” Andy only added to his already fast speed. His thumb was playing with your bottom of nerves in the way only he knew. “I know you’re about to cum so give it all to me!” His command is simple and you can’t help but follow it. “Always so good for me!” Your whines were music to his ears.

The only sensation you felt was pure bliss, every touch from him lit a fire in your body. Andy was back to kissing your swollen lips. “You’re so beautiful, Y/n. You know that?” He grunted low in the back of his throat when you spread your legs even wider for him. He changed the pace, burying deep inside of you, his fingers were moving with much quicker thrusts.

“God, Andy!” You hold on his shoulders for dear life. You could feel the vice in your core begin to snap. Andy continued to finger you, always brushing against your g-spot. “I’m gonna cum!”

He smirked at your words. “So do it, sweetheart!”

And you did. The pleasure you felt in that moment was intoxicating. You let out a pornstar-like moan, your wetness coming down his palm. He took his hand up to his mouth and licked all of you off his fingers, looking you straight into eyes.

Andy kissed you once again, you could taste yourself on his tongue - that made you want him again. His hands on your hips, pulling you closer to himself so he can lock you in his embrace.

He pulled out after a while and looked deep into your eyes. He smiled and said: “Divorce your husband for me, sweetheart.”

[navalcriminalimagines]

Daughter's friend - I

AN: here it is! the story is slowly settling, i hope you'll enjoy it! and please, don't be mad at me for the end... haha

Pairing : Joel Miller x Reader

Warning: kinda smut towards the end

Prologue

You took a shower before leaving too. You’ve been aroused from the moment you stepped into the Miller’s house and realized who Sarah’s father was. The hot man you fooled around in June. And you regretted running away the way you did that night. You never imagined seeing him again and yet, here you were. Meeting him again in the most unexpected way possible.

You really liked Sarah and you were starting to consider her as your best friend. You couldn’t change what happened before you ever met her, but now that you knew Joel was her father, there was no way you could take things where you left them. That thought annoyed you, but it was probably for the best. On Sunday, you’d be gone, back to your life and would try to avoid coming back to Austin, to the Millers.

But god, he was making this really complicated. When you got downstairs, finally ready to go to the bowling alley with them, you stopped a second to stare at Joel behind the glass door, as he was smoking in the backyard. He was wearing dark jeans, a flannel slightly opened on a white shirt, and his boots. And a freaking beanie. How could one man be this hot, just because he was wearing a beanie? This was totally unfair. You felt like you needed another shower.

“You ready, Y/N?” You heard from behind. Sarah. You needed to be careful and stopped drooling over her dad like this.

“Yup. Are your uncle and his wife coming?” You asked, taking your eyes off Joel.

“Yeah, they’ll meet us there. You’re going to love them. Just don’t be surprised when you’ll see dad and uncle Tommy act like children.” You waited for a laugh or something, but you realized how serious she was. “I invited Ellie, too. That way we can do three against three.”

Ah, Ellie. You heard about this girl. Sarah’s ‘BFF’ since they were kids. Part of you couldn’t wait to meet her, but you knew you also felt jealous. Not because it meant you couldn’t be Sarah’s best friend, but because you thought about your own best friend from childhood and what she’s done to you. One of the reasons you left Connecticut.

“You ready, girls?” Joel asked, readjusting his beanie.

Yes, you were.

Joel and Tommy were indeed like kids. And they took bowling very seriously. They both were team captains, Joel took Sarah and you - you noticed the disappointment on Ellie’s face when he said your name and you couldn’t blame her - you were new to the Millers’ clan - and Tommy had Maria and Ellie.

“Are we going to get in trouble if we lose?” You joked with Sarah.

“Oh, sweetheart. You have no idea.” Joel answered. Sweetheart. That word immediately sent shivers to your core, and Joel realized his mistake. He had never been this familiar with one of Sarah’s friends. He needed to be careful.

While everyone was getting ready, you and Maria went to the bar and got drinks for everybody. Joel and Tommy asked for beers, Ellie and Sarah had to go for a soft drink, Maria ordered a glass of wine, and she was surprised when you asked for one too. “I’m twenty, and somehow, I’m never asked for my ID,” you whispered.

“Lucky you. I think we have two girls who are going to be jealous.” She chuckled.

“Does Joel let Sarah drink?”

“A drink or two, he doesn’t mind. And he knows what college life is. And my husband has been sneaking her beer since she was fifteen, thinking Joel was oblivious.”

“I don’t know Tommy yet, but I’m not even surprised.” You laughed.

“I married a manchild.” She shook her head with a chuckle. It was clear how much she loved Tommy.

“I bet it runs in the family.” You said, hoping she would say something about Joel, something you didn’t know. Like if he really was single like Sarah thought, and if he had a life that his daughter didn’t know about. Like going to sex parties.

“It does. Although, having Sarah this young forced Joel to grow up. Her mother wasn’t around much, but I guess she told you all that.”

“She did, but I can tell her mother is a sensitive subject.”

“Yeah, for Joel too. I think he’s never been able to completely forget her.”

Not something you wanted to hear, but you weren’t surprised either. If everything Sarah told you was accurate, Joel has never been in a serious relationship since his daughter was born. Which meant that Sarah’s mother hurt him so badly, he couldn’t be let anyone in.

Why did you care anyway? You only had a sexual encounter with the man, and yes, he made it obvious that he hadn’t forget about it either, but it didn’t mean it could be repeated. Or it could lead to something else. He was Sarah���s father after all. This limit spoke for itself.

You and Maria brought the drinks to everyone. “I hate you.” Sarah said when she saw you taking a sip of your white wine. You laughed, while handing her the glass. You felt Joel glancing at you, but you only smirked.

“Can I, too?” Ellie asked and you nodded.

The game finally started. The Millers were experts at bowling. They were the ones who scored the highest, and you felt ashamed every time you threw a gutterball. Being an overachiever, you hated not being good at something. As you were concentrating, holding the ball, you felt a body behind yours. You didn’t need a second to know it was Joel and your heart missed a beat. He placed his hands above yours, and made you move a little to your left. His crotch was perfectly pressed against your butt, and all you wanted to do was grind. “You can’t miss this one, sweetheart.” He whispered in your ear. “Or there will be consequences.” He nipped your ear lobe and you fought the moan that tried to escape your lips. “But if you score enough, you may get rewarded.”

You weren’t sure if you wanted to be punished or rewarded. But you love to win, so you did your best. You did better than your previous throws, but still not enough. Tommy and Maria happily jumped and high five with Ellie. You looked at Joel and Sarah and apologized. They looked slightly disappointed, but it’s just a game after all. “What should we do to them?” Tommy asked the girls, stroking his beard to show he was thinking. This couldn’t be good.

You looked towards Sarah again, asking a ton of questions with your eyes. “Losers get a dare.” She said. “Either the same for the three of us, or different ones.”

“That’s why I wanted to win. I’m supposed to meet an awful client on Monday, I wanted to send Tommy.” Joel explained.

“Tough luck, big brother.” Tommy teased, patting his brother’s back. “Maria has a dare for you.”

“Next Friday night, you’re coming over for dinner to meet my friend Ashley.”

You watched Joel’s reaction and the man didn’t hide his eye roll at all. “Maria, come on.” He growled in frustration.

“Who is she?” Sarah asked. “What does she look like? What does she do? Why is she single?”

“Easy, honey. You won’t be there anyway.” Maria winked at her. “But she’s a gorgeous woman, smart and independent. She’s divorced, no kids.”

“I didn’t know you opened a matchmaking company.” Sarah joked, but you could tell she didn’t like the idea very much and she made it clear on the ride home.

“I love Maria, but why does she keep trying to set you up with someone? We don’t know anything about this woman.” Joel just laughed while you saw Ellie rolling her eyes. “Seriously, I want you to be happy but–”

“You want to be the one who decides who your dad’s dating.” Ellie finished for her. “You’re being overprotective.”

“I’m not! I don’t want him to be hurt!” Sarah exclaimed and you could see that Joel wasn’t enjoying this conversation anymore.

“I’m a grown man, babygirl. I don’t need you to protect me, that’s my job.”

“Still, I have a word! I’ll be there on Friday.”

Sarah is a stubborn girl and it was clear that she was indeed going to be there on Friday night. A part of you felt a slight relief and you weren’t sure why. Joel wasn’t yours in any way.

That was Joel’s dare. You and Sarah had to do a prank call each - because Tommy thought it was funny. Sarah chose one of her teammates and you chose your former best friend - without giving them details of who she was exactly.

Joel dropped Ellie at her parents’ place, and you all got home. You settled for the guest room. You share your room with Sarah every day, it’d be nice to have a room for yourself even if it’s just for one night. You changed into your PJs; shorts and a tank top and did your night routine before joining Sarah in her room, but she wasn’t there. You found her and Joel on the couch, having a drink.

“If you want a beer, just take one in the fridge.” She told you, focusing on the TV.

“What are you guys watching?” you asked, sitting on the couch with a beer in hand. “Soccer, of course.” You said, before either of them could react.

“Do you know soccer, Y/N?” Joel asked. He was laying down, an arm behind his head and his beer resting on his stomach. He wasn’t doing anything special, but he looked like the hottest man you’ve ever seen. It would be so easy to jump on him and ride his cock.

“A–A little now that I know Sarah,” you answered, trying to focus on the game.

“Yeah, I was never interested in this sport, before this one–” he gently punched Sarah’s leg, “told me she wanted to play.”

“And now you love it.” She proudly grinned at her father.

“Do I have a choice?”

You watched their banter, adoration and envy in your eyes. You never knew this kind of relationship with anyone in your family. To be honest, your family are cold people. They don’t joke around, do family activities, or just spend time together. At this very moment, you felt extremely lucky to have met Sarah and become close enough with her that she took you to her family. You can’t take a risk to lose this.

You three watched the game together. Joel and Sarah yelled at the TV quite a few times, making you laugh every time.

It was around 1am when the game ended. You and Sarah spent another hour up in her room before sleep got the best of you. You joined your room and tried to sleep without thinking about the man across the hall. Lost cause.

5am.

You growled and turned around in bed, trying to fall back to sleep. But you were thirsty so you got downstairs. As you closed the fridge’s door, you spotted him. He was in the backyard again, smoking and staring. He probably heard you coming down. He was wearing a dark t-shirt under a sweater and some shorts. Without being able to stop yourself, you walked up to him and opened the glass door. “Can’t sleep?” he whispered.

“Like you, apparently.”

“Yeah, things are keeping me awake.” he finished his cigarette, throwing it in the ashtray. “Can I?” he asked, showing your water bottle.

You nodded, handing him the bottle. He made sure his fingers brushed yours. While he drank, his eyes didn’t leave yours and you felt weak in the knees. How can just a look have that much power?

“Why did you leave that night?” he asked.

“I–it’s stupid, you don’t want to know.”

“Was it something I did? Said?”

“Something you did. But it’s okay–”

“No it’s not, Y/N. I’m sorry if I–”

“You did something my ex used to do. And I guess it triggered me.” You didn’t want to confess that to him, but you couldn’t let him think he did something wrong or that he hurt you in any way because he didn’t.

“What was it?” you looked at him, unsure of why he was asking. “I don’t want to trigger you again.” he added, like he could hear your thoughts.

You looked at your feet for a moment and took a deep breath. “You stroked my ear.” you admitted. “I know it’s nothing, you probably did it as an act of tenderness and–”

You didn’t have time to finish. Joel had grabbed your chin to make you face him and crashed his lips on yours. He was indeed tender but with a certain power, enough power to make you back down against the window. He did his best to keep the kiss as innocent as possible, but you were the one who intensified it. You opened your mouth so your tongues could meet, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him even closer than he already was.

“I’ll never do it again, sweetheart.” he said, placing gentle kisses on your neck. “But god, how I want to hurt the bastard.”

“I don’t want to talk about him right now.” you breathed out as Joel found your sensitive spot. Your hands found their way under his t-shirt, and you enjoyed feeling his skin and body hair under your fingers. He did the same, and one of his hands settled on your breasts. He kissed you again while playing with your nipples. “Joel–” you moaned.

He stopped his movements, just pressed his hardening cock against your stomach and held your head in his hands. “Let’s take this upstairs.”

You nodded and started to walk but Joel had other plans; he carried you to his bedroom and gently lay you down on his bed. He locked the door before joining you. Your clothes and his were quick to rest on the carpet. The feeling from June was coming back. It was like you were back there. It was just the two of you. You didn’t run away after giving the blowjob. You were going to finish what you started.

Joel felt your wetness with his hands, and sucked his fingers clean. “Delicious,” he groaned. “I want to eat your pussy, but right now, I need to be inside of you.”

“Yes, please. I want you,” you moaned as he stroked your clit with his thumb. You reached for his hard and thick cock and stroked him for a moment. You looked at each other. “I’m on birth control.” you told him.

You needed him bare and so did he. Like you told him exactly what he needed you to say, Joel smirked and lined himself with your center. You kissed again before he pushed his cock inside you.

You cried his name and opened your eyes to look at him.

But all you saw was someone’s shadow at the door.

A shadow that walked away as soon as you saw it.

You were sweating and panting, but alone and empty. You had a wet dream about Joel and that shadow looked a lot like him.

[charliedawn]

How would the vultori react to learning about by the slashers and what they do.

A bunch of slashers were rumored to be frightening the inhabitants of Volterra and the Volturi were surprised to find the rumors to be true as they were brought to them.

Aro was interested. He met Michael and even though he was quiet, Aro found himself fascinated. Michael did try to attack the vampire at first, but was confused when he realized his usual weapons didn't work on him as he stabbed him and the man was too fast for him to try killing him any other way.

"Fascinating.."

Aro whispered as he suddenly stopped a few inches away from Michael and grabbed his arm effortlessly to dig into his memories.

What he saw in there ? Nobody would ever know..But, Michael was freed instantly and Aro didn't speak for the rest of the day. Aro didn't believe in God, but if He existed and Hell did as well ? Michael would be running it..

It was a traumatic experience for Jane, especially since she met Freddy..

Freddy *smirks when he sees Jane and licks his lips sinfully* : "I did always love blonds..How about you and I get to know each other better, lovely ?"

Jane was perfectly emotionless when she kicked his chin and stomped on his throat, thinking it would be easy to get rid of him..

"Disgusting creature."

She spat and kicked him in the stomach hard enough to make sure he would bleed. She then stared down at him with a condescending look before saying the word mercilessly.

"Pain."

He squirmed and screamed his lungs out until he fell completely quiet. She thought he would be dead for sure, but Freddy surprised her by laughing and standing up again.

"You got spite, I'll give you that.."

In a matter of seconds, he was on her and pinned her to the wall.

"But, baby, you chose the wrong fucker. I love pain. Matter of fact ? I get off on it ! So, come on ! Give me all you got, bitch !"

It was the first time Jane felt anything other than the usual numbness...She knew it wouldn't do much, but she repeated over and over while Freddy leaned forward.

"PAIN ! PAIN ! PAIN !.."

She was afraid as he sniggered and tried to get his tongue down her throat.

"Come here, girly. I'll show you a good time.."

Jane visibly shivered as she was held against the wall and even though she was a vampire, her stomach churned as she felt his breath against her face.

"Alec ! Get that thing off me !"

She shrieked and Freddy was yanked off her by Alec. Freddy was dragged out of the castle and howled a laughter that froze Jane to her very core.

"You smell like strawberries and cream, sweetheart ! I never forget a scent ! I'll see you in your dreams !"

She was unlucky enough to meet Freddy..Let's say, she wouldn't make the mistake of meeting him twice.

Caius and Brahms didn't move at first, silently staring at each other in silent challenge and trying to level the threat. Caius finally smiled before rising from his throne to approach Brahms who met him halfway.

Caius tilted his head to the side and Brahms imitated him before Caius suddenly showed him his canines and Brahms got curious, leaning forward to look at them.

However, Caius didn't let him observe him further before jumping on him and sinking his fangs into his flesh. Normally, his victims didn't fight back and screamed or begged, but Brahms didn't and only took Caius by the hair to pull him off him, almost tearing his fangs off. Caius was caught by surprise by the sheer strength of the man and jumped back.

Brahms was panting and Caius smiled, his teeth tainted by Brahms' blood while Brahms was still staring at him, waiting.

The both of them didn't speak until Brahms uttered one word.

"F..Friend ?"

Caius' smile didn't falter and he waited a few seconds—pondering the question—before he nodded in agreement.

"Friends."

Brahms seemed happy, but was suddenly dragged out by other Volturi and Caius got a handkerchief out of his pocket to wipe his lips gracefully, a ghost of a smile still playing on his lips.

What a strange creature..?

Marcus met Norman and they had a mutual understanding as Marcus' power is to feel what the other people in the room are feeling. He felt the same sorrow and loss in Norman as his own and didn't attack him. He tilted his head and asked instead.

"What is your name..human ?"

Norman smiled politely and bowed slightly in respect.

"Norman. Norman Bates. Nice to meet you, your majesty."

Marcus arched a quizzical eyebrow as the man used his title.

"You know who I am ?"

Norman had trouble hiding his smile as he looked up at Marcus and nodded.

"Of course. How could I not know one of the Volturi ? Volterra's royalty ? I do apologize for my friends. We did not mean to make a scene."

Marcus waved his hand dismissively.

"Your friends are alright...However, I am curious as to how your friends succeeded in surviving a 5-minutes encounter with mine, M. Bates ? How could they have been so lucky ?"

Norman's smile suddenly turned sinister and ominous as he raised his gaze to meet Marcus' who felt a sudden shift in the man that made an uneasiness spread throughout his whole being.

"That's where you're wrong, your majesty. It's your friends that were the lucky ones..If the encounter had lasted more than 5 minutes ? Your friends would have been dead. This is why I strongly suggest you let me go, because if our own meeting lasts more than that time frame ? You can be sure that no one in this castle will remain standing at the end of the day.."

Marcus didn't know why, but he believed him and released the man. The moment Norman was out of the room, Marcus let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

Who exactly was Norman Bates ?

A few minutes later :

Norman got out and here they were. The other slashers were waiting for him as he got out and he turned around one last time towards the Volturi castle with a large smile and bowed.

"So long, king Marcus."

Michael didn't say anything and only took one last look at the castle before walking away. Freddy sniggered as he remembered the girl..He didn't even know her name and screamed at the top of his lungs.

"See ya, strawberry shortcake ! Next time, I'll take that kiss !"

Brahms smiled underneath his mask,only thinking of his brand new friend and how he would talk about him to Jason when they would come back from their holiday..

[constancelaufeydottir]

Caught

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x fem!reader

Warnings: explicit language, smut, f masturbation, p in v penetration, cliché porn tropes(sorry), ransom being an asshole(what’s new), soft ransom, slight angst(?), MINORS DNI

Summary: Ransom seems to always catch you in inconvenient/embarrassing times.

Word count: 4k

a/n: I honestly can’t get ransom out of my head thus here it is

Part 2

Not beta’d, all mistakes are my own.

Great.

You couldn’t believe the one thing that you’ve been making fun of was happening to you.

You were stuck in the dryer.

That one cliché porn trope where the step-sister was stuck in the washing machine or the dryer and the step-brother was there to help and they eventually fucked.

That one cliché trope you made fun of every single time you went on the hub to look for some excitement.

You tried wiggling and pulling yourself out of the stupid dryer, but your shirt was caught on something and the frustrating thing was the more you wiggle the more stuck you were.

“Well,” you heard a deep voice coming from behind, “if this isn’t every man’s dream.”

“Ughh, go away Ransom,” you tried to wiggle again, but to no avail.

Ransom stood there, his large torso leaning against the door as he watched you struggle. Your ass was practically there for him to ogle, and he swore he could see the cotton panties of yours peeking out of your too-short jeans. He felt his cock twitching in his slacks, while silently cursing at the tight constraints of the material thinking he should’ve worn sweatpants instead.

“Need a hand, sweetheart?” you rolled your eyes upon hearing him. He was the last person you needed to catch you in such an embarrassing situation.

You hated Ransom with everything you got, swore on your life to never cross paths with him. But destiny always finds its way to make your life insufferable, in which your idiot of a brother just had to be friends with this manchild.

Gosh, you hated Ransom. You hated him for his arrogance and narcissistic personality; you despise him for being a spoiled rich kid who had a trust fund solely for him while you had to begged you parents for new clothes instead of yellowing hand-me-downs; you dislike him for being such a hot asshole with a shit personality and you hated yourself for having a crush on him.

Your life was full of a bunch of clichés and today was the worst of all. You really didn’t need Ransom to bother you on a day where you had to clean your room and do the laundry then proceed to get stuck in the dryer. Doing chores was tiring in the first place, and dealing with Ransom would be the last straw before you went unhinged and killed every single person you see. Ending up on a murder mystery documentary was not a glorious achievement and you were not mentally prepared to see blood yet.

“Fuck you, Ransom.” you tried your best to turn your head towards him, “Leave me alone,”

“Oh I will fuck you real soon,” he muttered under his breath, tongue peeking out to wet his lips. “You sure you don’t need my help, princess?”

“For once, please leave me alone,” you hated how your heart fluttered when he called you sweet nicknames, and the way he called you princess made you feel the heat rushing to your core, your panties clinging to your wet folds. Being in this vulnerable position where you could almost feel his heated gaze on your body was god awful, you just wish he didn’t catch the way you subtly rubbed your thighs together.

You heard his footsteps receding, his huffs of snicker followed and you slumped against the warm metal. You tugged at the now tight sleeve of your shirt harshly, thrilled when you heard the ripping sound of the cloth. But before you could wiggle your way out, you felt something touching your thigh. Your body tensed at the feeling, goosebumps crawled on your body as you shrieked and kicked your leg at whatever was there.

“Oh, feisty are we,”

“Fuck you Ransom, I thought it was a bug!” His large hands caught your ankle, a playful grin on his face. “Let go of my ankle, asshole,”

“Stay still,” you felt his body on yours the next second as his hands went to the fabric snagged on the hinge of the door. The cloth of your shirt bunched in his hands and he pulled at them effortlessly, freeing you from the dryer.

You fell backwards, your butt landed on the floor with a soft thud. Your eyes went to Ransom who was kneeling on the floor, and you realized his muscular body could tower yours easily.

Your eyes met his predatory gaze, the darkness of his pupil consumed most of the blue of his eyes. His eyes were raking up and down your body hungrily, savouring the sight of you in your bra and short pants.

You gulp at how exposed you were underneath his ravenous gaze, feeling like you weren’t wearing anything as of now.

Ransom’s hands found their way on your thighs and your muscles tensed up at his touches. You watched as his hands slowly inched up towards your clothed mound, fingers hovering at the buttons of your pants for a second, as if asking for permission.

Ransom chuckled at your hazy expression, clouded with lust and anticipation. Your eyes were dazed with your lips slightly parted, your fingers gripping at his cable knit sweater.

A loud thud from above snapped you out of your trance, it was probably your brother and his other asshole friends upstairs being rowdy and loud.

You realized you almost gave in to your primal desire, ready to submit.

“W-we can’t do this,” you can’t fuck Ransom, not while you’re still crushing on him. Sleeping with him was only gonna end up with you getting hurt. “I hate you Ransom. I fucking hate your guts.”

“I know, princess. But there’s no rules saying that you can’t fuck someone you hate,”

“Ransom we can’t. My brother’s gonna kill both of us if he finds out and before you say anything, no.”

You saw Ransom’s jaw tensed up, clearly unsatisfied by your words. “Alright then.”

You saw him begrudgingly get up, a prominent bulge in his pants that you couldn’t tear your eyes off of. He disappeared into the hallway and you sighed, not sure if you should feel relieved or disappointed.

When his body was pressed against your back as he offered a helping hand, you could feel his warmth radiating from his body and you felt yourself wanting to feel more of that comfort. He might be an asshole but weirdly, his scent and warmth was soothing.

For the next few weeks, you felt like shit. Having a taste of his warmth then being deprived of it was the worst feeling ever. Wow, you were really down bad, falling for him like this. Your brain, the rational part mocks your heart, the emotional one for being blinded by this feeling called love. But, would it be love if the feelings were not reciprocated?

Love, love. Currently the most annoying thing on your list.

But seeing Ransom walking around your house flaunting that stupid charm of his was even more annoying, and you couldn’t do anything about it unless you’re trying to declare a war with your brother. Asking him to get rid of his asshole friends was the equivalent of asking him to die, dramatic bitch.

Every time you caught him staring at you, he would be trying to eyefuck you or undress you with his gaze and you tried to keep a calm composure, keyword: tried.

“We’re going out, don’t do anything stupid at home,” your brother said, or warned? Hmm, you couldn’t tell the difference to be honest, you’re just so use to him telling you not to do stupid things when he really should be the one taking his own advice. Just look at all the dumbass friends he made, especially Ransom. Gosh, you’d do anything to wipe off that stupid smirk he always had on his face.

“Yeah, yeah …” you waved them goodbye and made sure everyone had left before jogging back to your room, dimming the lights and leaving the door ajar so you could hear them coming back.

You open the website that you were far too familiar with, browsing the long list of videos of this certain camboy that you recently grew fond of. Broad shoulders, thick arms, defined abs all covered in a thick cable knit sweater and his firm thighs confined in a pair of dark jeans. You hated how similar he was to Ransom, yet loved it at the same time.

You watched him slowly unbuckled his belt, the sleeves of his woolen sweater rolled up to his arms showcasing his protruding veins. He wrapped his fingers around the leather belt and pulled them out of the loops in a relaxing manner not knowing on the other side of the screen, you’re already touching yourself imagining it was Ransom instead.

“Didn’t say you can touch yourself kitten,” the movement of your fingers halted. You couldn’t see the man’s face but by the angle of his chin, you could tell he was cocking his head as if snickering at your disobedience.

You resorted to touching your breasts, pulling down the straps of your tank top to expose your heaving chest. Your fingers went to tease at your hardened nipples, circling around the areola while your thighs rubbed together to release some of the tension.

The camboy’s cock was now on display, the tip of it leaking with beads of precum. His cock was a sight, but you couldn’t help wondering how Ransom’s cock would look or feel like. Just imagining his length spearing into you made you wet, arousal soaking the thin fabric of your cotton panties.

“Now touch yourself for me,” you heard his deep voice coming out of the speaker, his hand now stroking his dick languidly.

You took off your panties and tossed it carelessly on the floor, then pulled a pillow to place it between your thighs. You felt the soft fabric of the pillow case underneath your glistened mound, sighs escaped your lips as the cold fabric juxtaposed with your heated core. Rocking your hips back and forth, the delicious friction helped ease the tensed feeling you’d been having the past weeks. As you kept your hips moving in a rhythm, your mind wandered over to a certain manchild, whimpers leaving your mouth as you were reminded of his comforting warmth again. With one hand supporting the pillow, the other went to cupped at your breasts, nimble fingers tugging at your sensitive nipple at the same time the soft fabric brushed at your clit causing you to let out a moan.

“Ransom,” you called out the name of the man you were desperate to have a touch for; the creaking sound of the floor made you aware of the presence of someone in your room.

Your head shot up to look at the intruder to realize it was the man who you just called for. Panicked, you fumbled with the pillow covered in your juices and shielded your half naked body from his lustful eyes.

“My, my. What a sight.”

“Such a good girl, are you coming?” you forgot about the video playing and you tried slamming the laptop shut but Ransom’s hand was quicker, his long fingers closing around your wrist.

Your cheeks heated up in embarrassment and you glared at him, “Godamnit, Ransom. How are you always the one catching me at embarrassing moments?” You shrieked. “Fucking hell, how are you even here, I thought you went out? And where is my brother, why isn’t he with you?”

“You talk too much princess,” he was on top of you in a second, his hands pinning your wrists on both sides of your head, caging your movements. You went still, threatened by his huge physique and the size difference between you and him.

“Let go of me,” you struggled to yank your wrists off his grip, and you could still hear the breathy groans coming from the laptop. “What do you want, Ransom?”

“You, princess.” Ransom grinned. The asshole grinned, like a child finally getting what he wanted after throwing a tantrum. “And I have a theory that maybe, maybe you want me too.”

He turned the laptop, the screen now facing you. The image of the man in the screen clad in a white knitted sweater suddenly overlapped with the man who had you pinned down on your bed right now. “He does look like me, doesn’t he?”

You should feel embarrassed, angry or annoyed but having Ransom’s body pressed against yours made your little brain wonky and disoriented. His musky scent filled up your nose, clogging each and every piece of your clear mind.

You briefly glance at the camboy on the screen then back to Ransom; no, they’re completely different, Ransom was way better in every way. The way his woolen sweater hugged his sturdy muscles, the soft material of his sweater caressing your skin reminded you that he was real.

Ransom watched as you trailed your eyes from his face down to his body then back up to his eyes. “Stop looking at me with those ‘fuck-me’ eyes, I’m trying really hard not to lose myself and shove my cock in that pretty cunt of yours now.”

His words made you gulped, the imagery that he planted in your head made a wave of arousal gushed through your entrance. Fuck it, you couldn’t care less about the inevitable heartbreak later, you need Ransom to rail you into oblivion as of now.

Feeling a surge of confidence flowing through your body, a playful smirk crept up your face and you let your gaze fall to his lips.

“Then fuck me like you mean it, Ransom.” You lifted yourself off the bed a little, your face inched closer to his, lips hovering just mere inches apart.

His lips crashed into yours, devouring you like an animal and you let out a little yelp, surprised by his eagerness. You found yourself losing your breath as his tongue invaded yours, drinking in your little moans of pleasure.

Your wrists were released as his soft hands—the hands of a spoiled pretty boy who had never done any chores in his life—travelled across the smooth skin of your body, his hums of enjoyment sending vibrations to your lips.

It was getting harder to breathe, and the lack of oxygen made your brain fuzzy, you could faintly hear Ransom’s small huff of laughter as you parted. You felt him tearing your flimsy tank top into pieces, a small noise of protest bubbled from your throat but he was quick to nip at your neck, placing tender kisses on your skin.

His large hands cupped the underside of your breasts, squeezing them so he could admire the soft flesh and your hardened nipples. He took some time to take in the sight of you naked under his fully clothed body, his stare was desirous and you’d never felt more naked than before even though there wasn’t any piece of clothing left on you.

“Stop staring,” his stare made you feel a wee bit conscious about your own body. Was your breasts too small; did the stretch marks on your hips disgust him; was he noticing your not so smooth skin? You instinctively covered your body with your arms, shielding your imperfections from him, your head turning to the side to avoid meeting his eyes in shame.

“Why hide yourself from me, hmm?” He gently removed your arms, head dipping down to your hips and kissed at the stretch marks there. “No need to feel conscious ‘bout yourself, pretty girl. Let me show you how I’d worship this body,”

You were so high on his touches that next thing you knew, Ransom was balls deep inside you. The girth of his cock stretching your walls. Your legs were wrapped tightly around his hips, your hands gripped at your bedsheets. Ragged moans escaped your lips as he thrusted his cock into you feverishly, hitting those spots that made your body go jelly-like.

“T-too much,” your tears brimmed at the waterline, threatening to fall down your cheeks and the sadistic part of Ransom made him snap his hips even harder, the tip of his cock grazing your cervix. “Ransom, please.”

His lips curled upwards into a devilish smile as your tears finally broke the threshold, streaming down your face. Now this is a sight he would like to see everyday, you crying at the overwhelming pleasure that no one else would be able to give you, except him. He was sick and tired of those immature boys you’d date, even tired of you complaining about them not being able to satisfy you.

Ransom grabbed your ankles and positioned your feet at his shoulder as he leaned down, his pelvis meeting your butt. The new angle granted him a deeper access, and he stayed there for a while, groaning as he was snuggling deep in your warm heat. You felt so full at the moment, your chest heaving as you were recovering from the fast pace before.

Feeling a soft touch on your calf, you blinked a few times to get rid of the tears in your eyes and the next thing you saw had butterflies erupting in your stomach. Hugh Ransom Drysdale, the well-known asshole slash spoiled trust fund brat who swore to sleep every girl he crossed paths with was now placing delicate kisses on your calf which was perched on his shoulder as he stared at you lovingly.

His kisses and touches had you feeling like a goddess, and at this particular moment you could just pretend that your flaws had vanished. Your heart was filled with love for him to the brim and it scared you.

It scared you because what if this was just his tactics to make you be at his beck and call whenever he felt like getting his dick wet. Ransom was not known to be a committed guy, he was known to only do one-night stands.

As he painstakingly pulled out then pounded into you, your tears flowed again. This time it wasn’t because of the pleasure but because you know what you’d ended up becoming—a one-night stand or just a name to add to the long list.

Your soft whimpers were melodious in Ransom’s ears as he’d always enjoyed hearing you talk. Your voice was not high pitched, in fact you had quite a deep voice but every time he heard it, it felt like the smooth currents of a river soothing his soul. And your eyes, they brightened whenever you rambled about whatever you were interested at the moment.

Ransom thought he would always go on being a playboy, to be unattached and have sex with whoever he wanted to but he’d also thought of going on dates with you, to be the reason you smile everyday. Damn, it sounded cliché but that was what flashed across his mind whenever he thought of you.

His fingers unconsciously went to rub tight circles on your clit, eliciting loud moans from you as you felt the mind-numbing pleasure building up.

“Gonna come for me, pretty girl?”

You nodded frantically as you came, the searing euphoric pleasure washed over you. Your back arched off the bed, muscles of your thighs convulsed at your orgasm as your juices coated his cock along with your thighs and trickled down to the sheets.

“Fuck, look at you soaking me wet,” his fingers was still rubbing on your swollen nub, the thrusts of his hips sloppy as he felt his high reaching. “Can you give me another one, princess?”

You sobbed when you felt his movements slowed down, his breathy groans muffled in your ears as the pleasure took over you once again. He pumped his warm seeds deep into your cunt, body collapsed beside yours after and he was careful to not crush your spent body.

He laid next to you, his cock still nestled in your warm cunt as you cuddled each other. Your back was pressed against his front, his arms resting on your stomach, thumb caressing your belly as if savoring this moment of him inside you.

You let yourself relax, the smell of your juices and both of your bodily fluids lingering in the air as your eyelids grew heavier. It was comforting, being embraced by Ransom and pretending you were a couple for a night, cuddling and sharing your warmth.

The soft glow of the sunlight woke him up the next morning, or afternoon, he couldn’t tell. Ransom felt great, a day without having to worry about any responsibilities and having his dream girl in his arms, except the side of the bed where you should be was cold, and empty.

At first he thought you were in the showers, or downstairs. But only the emptiness of your house greeted him, and the sight of a bunch of drunk bodies splayed on one another in the living room. He searched every part of your house, yet no sight of you.

He was so sure you had left him until he heard the jiggling of the keys outside the door. The door opened to reveal you in a sporty attire with two paper cups in your hands, and he didn’t miss the surprised look on your face when you saw him standing in the middle of your living room looking like a lost puppy.

“What are you d-” your question was cut off as Ransom pulled you tight into an embrace, and your shocked face slowly turned into confusion.

“Where the hell did you go?”

“I-” should you tell him the truth, that you considered running away, to stay with a friend until the coast was clear, until … your feelings for him were gone? “I was just out for a jog to clear my mind, didn’t think you’d still be here.”

“What do you mean by that?” His eyebrows furrowed in confusion and perhaps a little bit of annoyance.

You sighed, shoulders sagged in defeat. “You know damn well what I meant.”

You walked to the kitchen, placing the cups of warm coffee on the island as Ransom followed.

“No, I don’t.”

“You really want me to spell it out for you?” Taking in a deep breath, you mentally prepared yourself for what you were about to confess. “Ransom, you’re a playboy, you had never committed to a relationship. And I don’t want to be one of those girls who you’d come fuck and then leave as you pleased. So, let this be a one time thing, we can just forget it happened and go on about our lives.”

“But I don’t want to,” his voice sounded dejected, and you almost felt guilty for causing his misery, almost. “I don’t want to act like what happened last night was a mistake; I don’t want to let you go into another man’s arms knowing I could make you feel better; I don’t want to go back fucking around and feel lonely anymore when I know I’d be better with you around.”

“Wow, I almost fell for that.” you could feel his sincerity but the fear of getting your heart broken was far greater than your feelings for him. “Did you say that to every girl you had sex with?”

He rolled his eyes at your stubbornness, reaching for your arms to pull you into his arms and sealed your lips with his. You hated how quick you were to melt in his arms, every rational thought thrown out of the window.

“I love you,” that was the first thing he said when you parted, “and I mean it.”

“You better, because if not, I’m gonna cut your balls off and feed them to your grandpa’s dogs.”

This marks the first time Ransom had ever felt so afraid in his life, how could someone with a face that innocent said such cruel words with a sweet smile on their face? Remind him to never, ever get on your bad side.

“Now that’s a little ag-”

“What the shit??” Both of your heads turned to the source of the voice, it was your brother who had just sobered up, and he looked furious.

“I … think we should run.”

[angeli-marco-writes]

Tom Hiddleston - Stripped Sunday

A/N & WC - I came up with this concept ages ago and only just got around to writing it, though it’s slightly short. I do not know Tom, nor do I claim to. 2k.

Warnings - Swearing (that's now just a given), definitely suggestive and nsfw but nowhere near explicit, just mentions of sex, nudity too. And unknowing exhibitionism I guess? 16+

Summary - Sunday's are always the best, especially when you and Tom walk around the house nude, but it's been a while. Too long a while. So, obliviously, you take matters into your own hands...

THOMAS WILLIAM HIDDLESTON IS A SIMPLE MAN, believe it or not. He likes meals he can cook in fifteen minutes, he likes his tea with only a splash of milk, he likes the simple pleasures of nature. He likes morning runs and evening walks, re-watching movies he’s seen a dozen times, cuddles on a cold night. But most of all, he likes it when you walk around nude.

It might just be the one singular thing in the great mystery of life that is inexplicable to him, the one thing he enjoys so bloody much he daren’t speak of it, lest he risk losing it. Just the sight of your beautiful body keeps him up night after night after night when he’s working away, plotting and planning ways to ensure he never forgets it for the second he returns home. He can’t even begin to explain the things it does to him.

So, he set up a Stripped Sunday, with the basic premise that you both have to walk around in your birthday suits all day. It’s essentially his unique, perverse, inventive way of seeing you naked all day once a week. Not every Sunday, naturally, but just on occasion, when he’s not working, he’ll jot it down on the calendar. Nothing too glaring, in case someone catches a glimpse of his calendar, but just scribbling down a winky face in a Sunday space, and you know what you’re in for.

In all honesty, you love it just as much as he does. It’s hard not to. Seeing him walking around the house with not a scrap of clothing on all day does things to you you’ve never been able to put your finger on—or his. If you were to get pregnant, Stripped Sundays would be the culprit with the amount that the two of you shag in a single day. And he always seems to have another round in the bank to wake you the morning after, hungover on dripping lust.

However, it’s been far too long without one of these days, you think to yourself. And you know that there are no plans for the day, seeing as there’s nothing in the diary or the calendar, where—upon Tom’s own decree—all arrangements have to be written down. Seeing as you and Tom have a somewhat secret relationship, one certainly sheltered from the press, and no one knows you’re together, let alone live together, keeping all plans written down is imperative. His work meetings are always good reasons for you to get out of the house for a few hours.

Today, however, Tom seems to have made a mistake. Today’s meeting utterly slipped his mind, and he completely forgot to tell you, let alone jot it down, that he was having a casual meeting with a few co-stars to discuss future production of some sort—of what, he was entirely unsure, since this was texted about weeks ago, now. Nothing too major, though.

Logically, Tom thought that, with how late you were currently sleeping, and how much you enjoy your lie-ins, he’d be wrapped before you woke up, and even if that wasn’t to be the case and you wake up, that you’d have the sense to dress, or even call for him at the very least, before going downstairs.

You aren’t so lucky.

—

Waking up to an empty bed is never much fun. Usually if Tom wakes up before you, he’ll only slip out to put the kettle on, or fetch a new book to read from the library while he waits for you to stir naturally… that is if he isn’t waking you up in other, more pleasurable ways. At most, if he does have plans and doesn’t want to wake you after a late night, he’ll leave you a lovely note, a voicemail, and a thermal mug of tea.

Today, however, you can smell the coffee machine on—no wonder after the late, and rather energetic night you had—and hear the machine whirring, signalling that Tom likely hasn’t long been awake. That’s when the gears begin to turn and your plan begins to formulate, a completely devious idea that creeps into your mind and quirks your lips into a smirk. No matter how enticing the idea to nuzzle back into the pillows is, your need for Tom is overpowering your clawing need for sleep, especially with your primal instincts telling you he’s within grabbing distance, his aftershave still on the sheets you’re wrapped in. So, you strip his shirt, now perpetually appropriated by you, off and get out of bed, stretching as you go, beginning to make your way downstairs.

“What’s that?” Tom hears someone ask.

Not hearing your footsteps on the squeaky stairs over the whirring of the coffee machine and the layered discussions, including his own laughter, he simply replies, “Probably the dog.”

You, however, aren’t lucky enough to hear this brief conversation before your bare feet land on the cold hardwood floor, sending chills throughout you that don’t seem to even mildly combat the overwhelming heat building all throughout you. With just a few more steps, keeping your footing light and avoiding Bobby’s various chewies and toys littered all over the floor, you’re entering the kitchen in nought but your birthday suit. Utterly, completely in the buff.

“Morning baby,” you call out, yawning, your eyes fluttering shut, your jaw wide.

Except, instead of the warm embrace and slatherings of kisses that you expect to receive, or even a simple “Good morning, Princess,” you’re welcomed with a deadly silence, a stillness you can’t quite comprehend.

Your eyes fly open in shock, opening to see three people, mildly familiar faces, with mouths agape and eyes wide, sitting around the breakfast bar with mugs between their hands. Tom looks as stunned as you’ve ever seen him, over by the coffee machine, his hands trembling. With a fixed gaze of his baby blue eyes, so piercingly alarmed, he looks you up and down, his eyes blazing over your nude form, his kissable mouth practically watering at the mere sight of you.

That’s before it clicks with him, the dire situation, and alarm bells begin to blare inside his head, causing him to jump into action. Almost instantly, he’s pulling his shirt off his strong arms and muscular torso with lithe fingers, and is tugging it over your head, covering your naked torso.

You can already feel the blush on your cheeks, your skin burning from the bruised base of your throat to the pierced tips of your ears, the blood in your veins rushing around so violently that it drowns out any other comments or noise within the room, within the situation, but you’re brought back to reality when Tom’s strong, callused hands fall to your arms, clasping the flesh before he’s all but lifting you off the tiled floor and steering you back out of the room. It snicks shut behind you, but all you can focus on is the kiss he gives you, slanting his thin lips over yours so intoxicatingly that you’re able to forget your humongous disaster, if only for a second. There’s an emptiness the second he stops kissing you, and you’re able to hear the previously shut out gossip from inside.

“Sweetheart, what the hell was that?” he commands, his tone soft.

Despite the austere authority he so naturally demands in a room, he doesn’t sound angry whatsoever. If anything he’s just a little exposed, his private home life revealed to people when he wasn’t in the least bit prepared for once in his lifetime, with a definite undertone of irritation, mostly that he can’t have his way with you instantly. His blood is roaring, his stomach an explosion of swarms of butterflies, his core pulsating. He can’t tear his eyes away from you, even now you’re covered, your hardened nipples poking through the fabric.

“I— I saw the calendar was empty, I wanted to impress you, have a nice Sunday because it’s been so long,” you confess, shuffling your feet on the floor, unable to meet his blue gaze boring into you, “I’ve felt… distant from you recently, you’ve been working so much. I don’t know,” you shift anxiously, tugging on his shirt wrapped around you, “I love you, I didn’t wanna lose you. I thought you’d like it.”

“Baby,” he says, “I love you and this so so much. Of course I like it!”

You let out a feeble cry against his chest, his arms knotting around you and tugging you into his chest in one swift movement. His hugs, the way he holds you and cradles you, always make you feel better, no matter what your troubles may be.

You sniffle a little, “Really?”

Any trace of hardness in his face just dissipates and is replaced with sympathy, empathy, love.

“I truly wish I could take you right now, Darling, and if they weren’t here, I’d be fucking you on that breakfast bar and you know it.” He sighs deeply. “But, I didn’t put down a special Sunday for a reason, love.” Leaning down, he kisses away your wry tears, and then the tip of your nose. “You are so thoughtful. It’s all my fault though, I must’ve just forgotten to write this down.”

How can you be mad at him when he’s being so thoughtful and heartfelt, confessing his mistake even when it was your rash thinking that’s gotten you into this mess?

Once you calm your breathing down, though, you realise that you’re actually not particularly phased by this at all. You don’t mind this; it was the sheer shock that passed over Tom’s face, the flash of terror he must’ve felt with his work colleagues in the room with him that scared you so. You know well enough that it’ll be a huge knock—monumental, even—for him, if this gets out. Your worry for your treasured boyfriend takes power over any of your own misgivings.

“I’m really sorry, Tom.”

“Don’t be,” he says hastily, “can you please pop up and get dressed, though, darling? Just some shorts, I don’t want you to feel exposed.”

You let out a soft chuckle, nodding, stepping away from him to make your way upstairs. Before you’ve taken so much as a step, though, he tugs you back by the bottom of his shirt, and ravels you into a searing kiss, everything he wants to say passes from his lips to yours.

—

You return a couple of minutes later, dressed simply, comfortably, his shirt in your hands, you find him waiting for you, standing outside the door with his hands clasped at his front. He greets you with open arms, prompting you to take his hands as he leads you back into the kitchen, your eyes connecting in a secret agreement before stepping inside.

The air is rife with anxiety, three panicked faces staring back at you, but thankfully, you’re able to recognise these people as ones he’s worked with for a while, people he knows really well; confidantes and friends more than co-stars or colleagues. However, by the inquisitive glint in their eyes and their parted mouths, you imagine they’ll still have a lot of questions, and this’ll still be a hit for Tom.

He wraps his spare arm around you, his head bowed as he meets the dead faces staring at him. That’s when you begin to wonder if something else has happened.

“Baby, everything okay?” you ask, cupping his jaw, caressing your thumb over the scruff of a beard shadowing his bone structure.

That’s seemingly when it hits him, his face paling, blanching, his grip around you loosening.

“It’s a good job you never got over the threshold, darling,” he says breathlessly, “or I’d be in much more trouble.”

You look to him, eyes searching his face imploringly as he viciously gulps. “We were live on Instagram.”

“SHIT!”

Well, it looks like Tom’s girlfriend is public knowledge. You can’t mind, though not as he dips his head and kisses you hotly, heartily. With this passion, the second these people leave, Stripped Sunday might just happen after all.

[gotnofucks]

Chemical Romance

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: Chris won’t have you running away from him. You’re his. He owns your heart, and now he’ll own all of you.

Words: 4.5k

Warnings: RPF, smut, slight dubcon(ish), jealous and possessive Chris, toxic relationship, recording without permission, forced marriage

A/N: I wrote this months ago and pulled it out to share it with my bestie @donutloverxo​ . Berry finally convinced me to post this and helped me beta this. Babe, I love you!

You were way past your teenage years, and yet you had the urge to giggle like one. If you licked your lips, you could still taste the trace of wine that had stained his lips. The memory of them pressing against you, brushing gently until they tangled in a mix of tongue and teeth had a delicious heat burning in your face. This was a good date, the third good date with a good man you met, and you were excited for more.

Looking over your shoulder you saw the lights of his car disappearing in the dark of night and you sighed contently, shutting your door behind you and dropping your keys in the bowl by the door. All of a sudden, your body broke into goosepimples, a chill settling over you and it took you a moment to understand why. Your body was recognizing the dark presence before your mind could.

“Good evening sweetheart. Had a good date?”                                                      

The door was right behind you, you could easily grab your car keys right now and run away. And yet all you could do was hold onto the wall as your knees trembled. You’d never been good at running away from him anyway.

Chris was lounging on your sofa, watching you with those arresting blue eyes that you knew changed shades with his mood. His beard was thicker than the last you’d seen him, and his lips were pulled into a sardonic smirk, eyes glinting furiously.

“How?” You sputtered, still rooted to your spot. You could run, you should run, but you knew you wouldn’t go far. He let you go only so far to give you a false sense of achievement, a mere taste of relief and freedom until he snatched you back to himself.

“I always think that every time you leave, it would be the last. You’ll realize that its futile, you’ll realize that we’re meant to be together.” Chris said, “But never did I imagine you to be stupid enough to be with another man.”

His voice had been described as dreamy by many, even by yourself, but right now it only rang of danger and anger. Softness was Chris’s weapon, to deliver the meanest words with a smile that was poison sweet. One time, you had loved to taste that poison yourself. Did it still run in your veins and taint you?

Looking at you from under his lashes, he spread his legs and beckoned you to him. You gulped before following, not daring to look away from him until you were before him.

“Kneel” He ordered softly. You knees hit the ground, the rug digging into your skin. He watched you watch him, eyes locked in a dialog of their own until his rough hand caressed the skin of your cheek. You leaned into his touch, hating yourself for being a slave to him and your desire. Even on your knees, the familiar feeling of peace flooded your senses. Nothing made you feel as alive as worshiping him. And nothing killed you as much as loving him.

“Please” You begged, pressing a kiss into his palm. “Don’t do this to me.”

Chris regarded you with a look that was almost tender, his blue eyes staring into your own as if unearthing every secret you had ever kept from him. He pulled you closer, close enough to have you raise up and hold his shoulders while his lips brushed gently against yours.

“For as long as I live, you are mine. You know that. Why must you fight it?”

It had been a couple months since you last saw him, since the pads of his fingers had glided over the curves of your body and claimed you as his. You melted, you melted like the butter in a hot pan, sizzling with the heat of his ardor. One taste of him and you were ready to forget why you had left him, why you had packed up and left his house when he was out. Chris Evans didn’t just play your body, he also played your heart. He loved you so hard that it hurt.

You wondered if you should fight, if you should scream or cry. But you knew it the moment you walked inside your house tonight: you were going nowhere but to him. He held you as you captured his lips in yours, a hand fisting his hair and tugging. He pulled until you were on his lap, his beard scratching your skin and reminding you of all the ways he had marked you before.

Panting, you pulled away when he breathily whispered your name, eyes liquid and feral and kind. He was a man of many layers and you had unveiled the darkest of them. He no longer hid the rawest parts of him, and you never knew if it was a good thing or not.

“Pack up, I’m taking you back home.” He said, hands settling on your waist. “I am not spending one more night in a bed without you.”

You nodded, stealing another kiss until you surrendered to his demands. Again.

Dodger ran to you, whining and wagging his tail as you sat down to give him better access. You’d missed your furry companion, his coat soft on your cheek when you nuzzled into him. Chris chuckled, rolling your bags into his room while you and Dodger had your little reunion.

“I am so sorry Bubba” You cooed to him, scratching behind his ears. “I missed you so much. Did you miss me, hmm?”

Dodger barked, rubbing his body against you. You laughed, cuddling your little boy. You’d missed waking upto him snuggled by your feet and the soft pattering of his feet as he followed you around.

“He didn’t eat right for a week after you left. You were being a bad mommy.” Chris said coming behind you. He petted Dodger before pulling you up by your arm, your chest flushed to his. You loved how he smelled of coffee and beer and cinnamon. He tasted of them too, bitter and addictive.

Your fingers traced a path in his beard, lips pressing into the hollow of his throat. It scared you how much power he had over you. You’d promised yourself you’ll break away from his hold when you found him snooping in your phone again. His possessiveness knew no bounds. If Chris had it his way, he’d hide you in a castle made only for his eyes. But right now, in the heaven of his arms, you couldn’t remember why you left him in the first place.

“I am sorry.” You whispered, hugging him tight. His arms came around you, holding you so possessively close that even death couldn’t rip you apart. Chemical romance, that’s how Scott had explained your relationship once. Your friends had stopped complaining, had stopped warning after losing count over how often you broke up and got back together.

“I am so pissed at you.” He said in your ear, breath warm on your skin. “I want to erase every lingering trace of that man’s touch from your body. But more than that, I need to remind you who you belong to.”

You refused to look at him, burying your head in his chest even as you held him tighter.

“I belong to you. I know it baby, I made a mistake.” You said, voice muffled. Chris tutted, pushing your face away firmly as he forced you to meet his intense gaze.

“Here I am, feeling guilty for even touching other women during a scene that is supposed to be my job. And my girl goes around fucking other men because we had an argument?” He hissed, a nerve throbbing in his temple. You pouted, bottom lip wobbling as you tried not to cry. You were raised to be a strong woman, someone who could speak for herself. How was it so easy for this man to reduce you to a sniveling woman for something that wasn’t even your fault.

“I didn’t fuck him.” You countered and Chris’s eyes flashed. You stared at each other until Chris practically growled and dragged you towards the bedroom. Dodger trailed behind you, stopping once Chris ordered him to stay put.

His bedroom, a space you had shared and abandoned all too many times was the same as always. It reeked of his aftershave and cologne, the stars winking at you from the window that overlooked the ground. Chris shut the door, rounding on you and pushing you towards the bed.

“You didn’t fuck him?” He spat, ticked off. “You let him touch you, you let him put his hands on what belongs to me.”

You shivered as your back met the cold sheets, bouncing slightly on the mattress. His anger was scary, but more than that it was exciting. It was you who had brought this strong, powerful man to this animalistic side. You, who could make him scowl and shout and get his heart pumping enough to bring blood to his face. You, who made him primitive as he held you down and fucked you into submission.

“We only kissed.” You said, knowing how to provoke him. That kiss was nice, it was sweet. But your body craved rough and hard, it craved to be possessed and used and worshiped. It craved Chris who left his handprints on your butt and his spent in your cunt. It craved Chris who kissed you until you were out of breath, who whispered the filthiest things to you as he buried himself in your warmth over and over until you were too hoarse to even cry.

He knew it, he read that in your eyes and in your touch that seared through the layers of clothes on his body. He knew you were getting under his skin on purpose, hurting him the way he hurt you so many times. Neither of you held back.

You tore away at his clothes, bucking your hips frantically in a bid to get closer. Chris cursed, squeezing your ass in his large hands and grounding his hardness on your thigh.

“You are testing me” He warned, naked flesh touching yours and hands entwining. You ignored him, the wetness dripping down your core begging his attention.

“Eat me” You cried, wiggling under him. He held fast, rubbing his cock on your abdomen, groaning softly. He nuzzled your neck, kissing softly on the spot he knew drove you wild. His weight prevented you from moving too much, not allowing you to do anything for yourself.

“You don’t tell me what to do baby. Not after letting another man touch you. Not after you walked out on me again.” He said angrily, forcing his gentle touch on your body that craved his roughness. You sobbed against his mouth, getting drunk on his lazy kisses and feather soft caresses. You knew what he was doing, you knew he wanted you to break and beg. And you had no dignity.

“Please” You begged, pathetically with tears in your eyes. “Give me what I want Chris. I’ll be good to you, I promise.”

He smirked, sucking a pert nipple in his mouth and rolling it between his tongue. You moaned, struggling to move more. It wasn’t enough to have you under him. He needed more than your compliance. He needed your surrender, he needed you to love him with a hunger as great as his. He was greedy.

“Even when you beg, you look like a goddess. You’re my angel, but I’m not gonna let you go to heaven. We’ll sin together in hell.”

He dove in, tongue swiping away your juice in a practiced move as you howled at the suddenness of his attack. Your thighs held his head captive between their plump flesh, mewls spilling from your mouth without restraint as he finally gave you what you wanted. You pulled on his hair, steering him closer to your core that was flaming under his mouth and flooding with pleasure.

“Oh Chris!” You moaned, writhing and trembling. You had missed his beard scratching the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs, missed his nails digging in your flesh to keep you steady, missed his tongue poking inside your warm cavern to taste your sweet nectar. Chris never worshiped you like a devotee to the lord. He worshipped you like a man summoning the devil, by spilling blood and leaving marks that stain the soul.

“Look at you go darling, so beautiful” He praised, easing a finger inside you and curling it. You threw your head back, shattering with an orgasm that took your breath away. Pleasure was a feeling you were familiar with, but combined with Chris’s love and anger, it formed the most intoxicating mix that got you dizzy.

He kissed the swollen head of your clit, gently easing you down from your high with praises whispered directly to your leaking cunt. He cupped your pussy, grinding his heels against you as your eyes met.

“Nobody else will touch you here. Or anywhere else for that matter.” He ordered and you nodded, still desperate for him. His cock was red and angry, warm drops of precum leaking over your stomach and you tugged at him, asking to fill you up.

“Chris, I need you inside me. Please.”

He crawled up and laid beside you, jerking you on top of him. Your hands found his chest, lightly playing with his nipples and the spattering of hair there before moving down to cup his hardness and his balls. He jerked at the first contact, closing his eyes as his breath hitched and you smiled at your own effect over him. You could reduce him to a mess just as well he could to you.

Pumping his length, you licked it slowly, lathering it with your saliva. You remembered the day you’d named it Cumstopher Rogers and he’d slapped you with it, making you choke on him until you had to apologize.

“Put me inside you now because if I have to take over, I’ll choose which hole it goes in and you probably won’t like it.” He growled in impatience. You clenched, his threats going straight to your core.

You positioned yourself over him, sinking slowly and gently, feeling every part of him against your spongy walls. With your thighs flush to his, you stopped to just let the feeling of fullness last a little longer. No matter how many times you’d been with each other, the feeling of Chris being so deep inside you never got old. If you could, you’d never be empty.

“All my holes like your cock Mr. Evans. And I? I love it and your butt and your chest and arms and face and everything else.”

You moved at a slow pace, bouncing gently while holding onto his thighs. Taking his hand in yours, you placed it on your chest, asking him to play with your nipples as you rode him.

“You feeling powerful, baby? You feeling good bouncing on my dick?” He asked, pinching a nipple almost to the point of pain. You nodded, leaning down to kiss him as he started thrusting up a little, hitting your cervix when he went too deep. You rolled your belly, clenching your muscles around his length so that his eyes flew open and hands dug into the softness of your butt.

“Oh Chris, I missed this.” You told him, tasting the sweat on his temple. He nodded, his huge arms wrapping around you and pulling you intimately close.

“I missed you too, which is why I will make sure you never leave me. This is not your power move, this is mine.” He darkly murmured and your eyes met his in confusion. He looked at the side and you followed his gaze, mouth dropping open at the camera that blinked at you with a red light on.

“What the fuck, Chris?” You shout, trying to move away when he rolled you over and under him, thrusting in hard.

“Oh yes, what the fuck baby” He said, holding your wrists as he picked up his pace. “You think it’s okay to pack a bag and leave me every time? You think it’s okay to date other men, to kiss other men? You are mine. And if anyone needs proof of that, now I can show it to them.”

You cried out as he went harder, a pressure building deep inside your belly. Tears escaped your eyes, gazing into blue ones that you loved and hated with a passion. You could have asked him to stop now, you could shout that you don’t want him and he’s sick. But you didn’t. You knew he would stop if you really wanted him to, and as much as your heart broke and your chest tightened with hurt, you loved him. You loved his twisted ways to keep you with him. You loved it when he went above and beyond, got crazy in his desire for you. You were wanted. You were cherished.

“Fuck you.” You cursed, meeting every thrust of his with a raise of your hips. Your eyes closed, sweat dripping down your body as you let the animalistic part of you take over, screaming and tearing and fucking each other like two people whose only goal in life was to be embedded in the other’s heart and psyche.

“I’d like to see you try to walk out tomorrow after tonight.” Chris said, delivering punishing strokes that were agonizing and titillating, that were fire and ice. You held onto him, leaving crescent shaped scars to join the numerous tattoos across his body. He took you apart, fucked you so good all you could do was say him name and fall in a glittery haze of his presence. He came inside you, filling you to the brim and crushing your body with his weight.

You weren’t leaving, that much was obvious.

Throwing in your clothes haphazardly in the bag, you promised yourself this would be the last time you did this. You will not come back to this house and this bed. Chris and you were done for good. The past few months had followed the same pattern. You both rekindling the dying flame of your relationship, mending the broken hearts and trust until it went back to hell.

There were too many arguments, too much shouting and angry sex. Every time you sat down to talk, it ended with your legs in the air. Your mother was right. He wasn’t right for you. Chris wanted to be your hero and your villain. He wanted you to think of nobody but him. Any friends and family that warned you against him had to be cut off. He’ll dismiss every article the paparazzi published about him but would throw a fit if you so much as smiled at the cashier in the grocery store. He kept you close like a dog on a leash, feeling jealous at the very sight of you talking to any man. You’d wanted to give this relationship a chance, but as of twenty minutes ago, Chris had made sure it was over.

You wondered about taking your pictures, but it was better to stay away from any temptations. This was happening, and as much as it broke your heart, you will not come back to him. Zipping up your bag, you straightened just as Chris stormed inside the room, jaw clenched in anger.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He barked, “Put your stuff back. I’ll be damned if I let you leave me again.”

You scowled at him, wiping the stray tears from your eyes. He had no right to ask anything of you, not after what he had just done.

“Fuck off Chris. I am leaving, and you can’t stop me.” You shouldered past him, sadly looking at Dodger who was whining softly as he watched you move. He had seen this happen enough times to know that you’re not coming home.

Chris marched behind you, snatching your wrist and pulling you back to himself. The blue in his eyes was darker, like the sky covered in thunder clouds. You squirmed, pushing against him.

“You. Are. Not. Leaving.” He hissed, looking scary and mad.

“How dare you? After what you did today?” You sobbed, hitting your fists on his chest. He held your jaw, bringing your face closer to him so he could peer into your watery eyes.

“I proposed! I got down on one knee. What the fuck is your problem?” He shouted, spittle flying from his mouth.

You shook your head, looking at him with an expression of disbelief. Is he that oblivious?

“Marriage is permanent Chris” You said, voice suddenly soft. “Marriage is living your life devoted to your partner. We can’t break up and leave and come back again. It’s a responsibility. You and I, we haven’t been able to keep a stable relationship. How the hell will we keep a happy marriage?”

Chris frowned, not liking what you said. He pushed you against the wall, caging you in with his huge arms on either side. You could smell the chocolate and wine on his breath from dinner, his hair all messed up from when he ran his hands through it. On his neck still hung the necklace you’d got him.

“Look at me” He said, pressing his forehead to yours. You breathed deeply, finding it difficult to maintain an eye contact as charged with anger and passion as this one. “You love me, you still love me. It’s all in your eyes. Why won’t you marry me?”

You wanted to curl into a ball and cry. Why did loving him have to be so difficult? Was love worth the fights, the tears and pain and loss of independence? Was loving him enough to keep you going? You were so tired of this back and forth with him. You’d never even talked about marriage before, having been too busy trying to keep any sort of relationship alive. Why would he do this to you?

As your limbs got heavier, you leaned forward and hugged him. You held him to yourself, soaking in his warmth and smell inside you for what would be the last time. You could not give up so much of yourself to sustain this love. Soon enough, there would be nothing more to give and the love would be dead.

“You need to let me go Christopher” You said to him, lips close to his ear. “You need to understand that love is only the beginning. I can’t keep doing this anymore. Please, just let me go.”

Chris hugged you tighter, his head resting over yours and heart beating strong beneath your hand. He was your night, full of twinkling stars and dark mysteries. But dawn was approaching fast, and you needed to bid goodbye to the moon to greet the sun that awaited you.

“Never.” He promised, “You are never leaving me again. I’ll fucking make sure of it.”

He picked you up suddenly, ignoring your protests as he carried you back into the bedroom. Kicking your bag aside, he dropped you on the bed, raising a finger to stop you. He took out the ring from his pocket, the very one you had refused this evening and held it to you.

“Put this on.” He ordered and you rubbed your eyes in exasperation.

“No.”

You both glared at each other, adrenaline coursing through your veins. Fighting with Chris had always been a thrill, more often than not ending with wild sex on any and all surfaces in sight. But today you were determined to end it. You’d not let yourself become weak at the sight of his cock.

“Okay then, you’ve left me no choice.” Chris said. He picked up his phone and tapped away on it, doing god knows what. You sighed, getting up and putting your stuff together again, ignoring his presence behind you. Chris threw his phone on the bed, looking stoically at you work. You were just folding the last of your clothes when your phone started buzzing. You ignored it for a minute, but it kept up, almost falling off the table with its vibrations.

“What the fuck” You gasped, looking at the hundreds of notifications pouring in as more followed. You quickly opened your Instagram to see you’d been tagged by Chris.

And she said YES!

Below that caption was a picture of the both of you from a couple months ago, cuddled up and smiling at each other.

Comments and likes from everyone were popping in, and soon enough, you saw your mother’s call. You stared at Chris, utterly in disbelief. What had he done?

“Try saying no now. You’d be the bitch who broke Chris Evans’s heart, the bitch who played him. Try walking in public between people who’d see you only as a slut and nothing more.”

Your world came crashing down. You were not some hotshot celebrity like Chris. You were just a girl trying to live her life the best way she knew how to, and how it ended up entangled with this man you’d never understand. Even if you shouted from the rooftops the truth of today, no one would believe you. Chris’s fans would tear you to shreds, destroy your life with their mean comments and attacks. And your family would not be spared either. They’ll be exposed to a celebrity scandal, dragged through the mud along with your good name.

“Oh god Chris, what have you done?” You choked out, falling to your knees. He came before you, gently caressing your head before kneeling in front of you. Cupping your face, he kissed you deep and hard, countering your hate with his love that hit you like your own kryptonite.

“I told you. I told you I’ll never let you leave.” He breathed against your mouth, pulling you closer. You dug your nails in his arms, hurting him with the hurt he just caused you, but he didn’t even flinch.

“You’re a monster” You said, chest heaving with emotions.

“Yes, I am. But you know what darling?” He said sweetly, “Even after this, you still love me. I am a monster, but I am a monster you created and one you love.”

You ended up on the bed, sprawled underneath him again. Even with icy hate in your eyes, your heart burned with love for him. It was unnatural, it was chemical and wrong. And yet, it was your reality. He was yours, no matter what he did. And you were his, regardless of every protest that you ever made.

“Now, I’ll ask this one more time. Will you marry me?” He asked softly, looking at you like you were all he ever saw.

“Yes” You breathed, watching silently as he slipped the ring on your finger and kissed it. Meeting your eyes, he settled over your body, his arousal pulsing over your thigh. Sealing the deal with a kiss, Chris went to remove your shirt.

“Then let’s celebrate. After we’re done, we can call our families with the good news.”