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Wheels & Whiskey

Chapter 2: A Bold Move

biker!joel x doctor!reader

warnings: a little bit of SMUT, innapropriate touching in public, descriptions of sexual desires, explicit language, 18+, MINORS: DO NOT INTERACT

As you settled into the familiar hum of the bar, Maria's curiosity seemed to only grow with every passing moment. "So, come on," she pressed, her eyes shifting to Joel. "What's the deal with you two?"

"He's just... polite." You gave a small shrug.

Maria wasn't buying it. She raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. "Polite? Really? Sweetheart, that man doesn't do polite. He wants you. And you're acting like you don't notice."

"I've noticed. Doesn't mean I'm interested."

"Look, I get it," she said, her voice quieter now. "But don't tell me you've never thought about just... letting go. Just once. Take him to bed, see what happens. It's just one night, right? No strings. Let loose for once."

"Maria, I—"

"No, really," she insisted, her voice smooth and convincing. "You've seen the way he looks at you. You know he's not gonna give up anytime soon."

You felt a tight knot form in your chest. Joel never made his intentions a secret. You couldn't deny the chemistry — something electric that buzzed inside you every time he stepped into your line of sight.

Letting out a breath, you shrugged. "Fine, I'll give him a chance. Let's just enjoy the night, alright?" You gestured toward the dance floor where the crowd was getting more lively.

Maria shot you a wink and grabbed your hand, pulling you towards the center of the room. You danced, laughed, and let yourself get lost in the moment, trying to forget the quiet pull Joel Miller had on you.

The night wore on, and the room became a blur of music, laughter and flashing lights. Maria, emboldened by the drinks she'd knocked back, wasn't one to shy away from new adventures. She spotted a handsome man across the room, his curly dark hair falling just so. His easy confidence made him impossible to ignore. Maria didn't need any further encouragement; with a wink at you, she made her way over to him, dragging him to the dance floor with a flirtatious laugh.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes. You needed a moment to breathe, to drink some water and gather yourself after the whirlwind of dancing and loud music. You slipped away to the bar, hoping the quiet space would help clear your head.

But as you leaned against the counter, the stool beside you creaked. You didn't need to look up to know who had joined you. Joel's presence was unmistakable.

"Everythin' all right, sweetheart?" Joel's voice rumbled beside you. He settled onto the stool next to you, the familiar scent of leather wafting around him.

You glanced over at him, but didn't say anything at first. He had that look in his eyes — the same one that made your pulse quicken and your thoughts scatter. You should've been annoyed at how persistent he was, but instead, you found yourself leaning in slightly as if his presence commanded you to.

Joel's eyes softened, a teasing smile tugging at his lips. "You know, you really should be enjoying the night more." His voice dropped lower, leaning in close enough that you could feel his breath near your ear. "Your friend out there is livin' her life, while you're too busy tryin' to play it safe."

You didn't respond immediately. His words were a challenge, one he knew you will try to sidestep.

"Good for her." You simply said.

You felt his hand graze against the small of your back. It moved slowly, posessively, and the warmth of his palm sent a shiver down your spine. He leaned in even closer, his mouth near your ear now, voice smooth and teasing.

"You ain't foolin' me, sweetheart. You got that look in your eyes — the one that says you wanna see how far I can take you. And I'm damn sure you're curious."

The air between you thickened, and the proximity of his body made it hard to think clearly. Just as you were about to turn your head, to push back, his other hand slid lower, barely grazing the inside of your thigh.

It was slow, deliberate, and it sent a rush of head straight down your core. His fingers traced along the bare, soft skin, ocasionally lifting the edge of your dress higher, as if testing the boundaries of your composure.

"Joel..."

"Tell me, Doc." Joel interrupted. "What's it gonna take to make you stop pretendin' you ain't interested?"

You felt his fingers linger on your thigh, pressing just a little more firmly as his hand slowly slid upwards. His touch was a claim, an unspoken challenge, and it sent your pulse racing.

You thought about pushing him away, about asserting control, but in the back of your mind, you knew you wanted this — you wanted him to take whatever he wants from you. What he's been yearning and buzzing you for ever since you moved into town.

But you didn't say anything. Your heart hammered in your chest, a mix of excitement and uncertainty swirling within you.

Joel's lips brushed against your ear once more. "I can't be the only one who feels this, can I?" he whispered, his hand moving just slightly higher, lifting your dress up with him. He couldn't give a goddamn about the lack of privacy.

Joel's fingers remained still for a moment, as if giving you the time to pull away if you chose to. The pressure from his touch lingered, warm and deliberate, leaving you caught in the tension of the moment. The music around you seemed to fade, leaving only the heat between you two, and for a second, it was as if the rest of the bar didn't exist.

You turned your head slightly, enough to meet his eyes. "We should stop."

The confident words which came out of your mouth get betrayed by the treacherous gloss in your eyes; blow out pupils, begging him for more. And he sees right through the mirrors of your soul.

You saw the smirk curling on his lips — confident, patient, like he knew exactly what he was doing. There was no rush in his movements.

"Still pretendin', huh?"

As his hand finally moved again, his fingers gently traced the outline of your clothed pussy. One, sweet stroke from the top of your clit to the bottom of your aching hole.

"I don't bite, y'know," he teased, his lips brushing against your earlobe now. "Unless you want me to."

He didn't give you any chance to speak as he pressed a single finger right on the center of your clit, tightening the little bundle of nerves under his pressure. He slowly started drawing small circles around it, and suddenly, it was too difficult to breathe.

"Joel, this... This is unprofessional." You felt your breath catch in your throat, unsure if you were going to break or keep holding yourself together. His touch was steady, sure of itself, and there was something about the way he was looking at you — his eyes dark and focused — that made it hard to deny how badly you wanted him to keep going.

"Mmm, I promise not to tell anyone, sweetheart. Cross my heart."

You slowly placed a hand on top of his wrist, not knowing whether you should stop him or guide his movements lower.

Now Joel was starting to grow irritated a bit. He loved the game of cat and mouse you were playing, but now that he won, he desperately needed the prize, or he'd go insane.

It was getting impossible to breathe — the warmth was making his hair stick to his dampened forehead, his cock straining against his jeans, his balls tightening so fucking bad that if he didn't witness you bent over in the next five minutes he was going to punch someone.

He was really affected by the situation, even more than you. He needed to be really careful with this one, because he couldn't afford to lose another chance with you again. He's been begging, praying. He can't scare you away.

He pulls his fingers away from your panties, the abrupt shift almost making you reach back for his hand and force it down between your legs again.

"Y'know, Doc. How 'bout we go somewhere else quiet, hm? No distractions. No interruptions. Just us. Let's talk."

His words hung in the air, laced with the weight of what he was offering. The choice was simple: give in and take the risk — refuse and forever regret.

You looked back at Maria, checking to see how she was doing. Anything, to distract you. You needed more time to think.

Joel put pressure on your lower back, guiding your attention back to him. "She's fine, don't you worry. My brother's takin' real good care of her."

"If we leave, are we really gonna... talk?" You ask genuinely, and the way you looked up at him, so innocent, anxious and sweet, made Joel's cock twitch in his pants.

Fuck, he'll talk. While pumping you full of his cum with one hand tugging on your hair and the other holding you tight by the waist, but he'll talk. Give you all the answers you want.

"Yes, sweetheart. Promise. Jus' wanna get things straight between us."

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of your heartbeat in your ears. In the back of your mind, you know you shouldn't trust him. You know this is part of his plan to lure you in and seduce you until you finally break; fall apart.

But the question is, will he be there to catch you?

Your mind figures out the answer to that question on its own. No matter the amount of times he flirted with you openly, he never made you feel awkward or humiliated. Always respected, even when he practically spoke filth in your ear.

Poor silly doctor, if only you knew just how mad he is for you. Then you wouldn't be second guessing yourself about trusting him.

"Just for a little bit," you whispered, as if testing the waters, as if giving yourself permission to go along with it.

Joel's lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. "That's all I need."

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𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞

" 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢." 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜. " 𝙼𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝙸 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝙸'𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎."

There’s something about female villains that intrigue me. It’s never caused by simple things like many believe, it takes more than one bad day to make such a big change in your morals and take on such a role. In movies, female villains are one dimensional, often portrayed to make you hate them and love the hero, but what if we flipped the tides?

I want you to illustrate a villain that’s just more than her tragedy, someone who uses her wits to get anything done, someone with more dimensions and if you wanna throw it in there, a killer backstory. I want your fic to make me hate the hero and love the villain. Keep reading if you’re interested in more.

How Will This Work?

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Choose a prompt below and if you’re feeling a little more inspired take a look at the challenge playlist, pick a song and make a fic from it !! Make sure to name which song you used so I can listen while I read !!

Playlist for this Challenge found here !!

The Rules;

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Two blogs per prompt, I will add more if many join. I made each one up so it might take a lil while. Send me an ask with your chosen character + prompt !!

Minors are NOT allowed to participate. Neither are blogs without any indication that they’re an adult being on their bio.

I have squicks which will prevent me from reading your entry if they include scat, assplay, anal, nipple clamps, knife play, blood play, machoism, priest!kink, choking, piss kink, incest, pet play, suicide. 

THERE IS NO DEADLINE

TAG YOUR FIC ACCORDINGLY; PLACE PROPER WARNINGS; DARK!FICS ARE WELCOME.

Almost any AU’s allowed (ask if you’re not sure), yandere too

A/b/o is also allowed

Since this includes reader, it’s reader x character only, no ship pairings !!

Each fic MUST include a villain!reader, not the other way around. 

Each fic MUST include angst of some kind, remember this is centered around a villain!reader

Remember to add hashtag #She Wants Revenge Challenge within first 5 tags of your fic !!

If I have not reblogged it, dm it to me after 24 hours !!

Just changed the rule to allow RPF, as of 9/14/21 since it’s an AU which should be okay. Wasn’t sure at first.

PROMPTS:

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" Quite the contrary amigo, I don't dabble in heroism."

"I told you, this wasn't going to work out like the movies."

" You see?? You're just like me, fighting a never ending battle of someone's cruel game."

" I'm not a pawn, bitch I'm the Queen."

"What's yours is mine. always."                                                   ​

"Aww, are you done with your little speech about honor?" @romancherry​

"Boring, enough hero monologue."

“You’re so stupid.”

“I’m going to fucking ruin you.” @slothspaghettiwrites​ ​

“ I don’t want to be saved, I just wanted respect.” @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone​

“ Corruption works both ways.” @sparkledfirecracker​

“You’re a fool if you think you can fix me.”

“Sweetheart, I thought this was a man’s world? I thought you knew that by now.”

“Shame, I don’t have time to fuck and kill you now.”

“See you in Hell bastard.” @specialk-18​

“A one man army? I’m flattered.”

“Lemme guess, you’re gonna wear spandex to fight me? Try denim.”

“Throw the first punch then, show me you’re worth antagonizing.”

“ Does this jail cell come with you in a maid’s costume serving me food on Fridays?”

“Honestly, I could steal a coffin.”

“You don’t forget the past, it’s the stepping stone for your revenge silly.”

“Look I appreciate the offer but I don’t screw heroes sexually, however non sexually is a whole other ball park.”

CHARACTERS ( RPF ALLOWED FOR THOSE LISTED ONLY):

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Chris Evans Characters (Andy Barber, Ari Levinson, Mr. Frezzy, Ransom Drysdale, Steve Rogers, Curtis Everett, Johnny Storm, Colin Shea and Jake Jensen)

Jensen Ackles Characters (Dean Winchester, Deanmon, Michael!Dean, Bruce Wayne/Batman, Red Hood)

Danneel Ackles characters (Rachel Gatina and Anael)

Ben Barnes Characters (Billy Russo and General Kirigan)

Pedro Pascal Character (Javier Pena, Agent Whiskey )

Jeffery Dean Morgan Characters (John Winchester and Negan)

Michael B. Jordan (Kilmonger)

Poison Ivy

Ursula

[romancherry]

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘂𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻

pairings ➝ soft dark!druig x f!reader

summary ➝ you try to escape and druig makes sure that never happens again.

warnings ➝ angst, not so much smut, soft!dark, dub-con, mind manipulation, mind control, pet names, curse words, crying, 18+, MINORS: DO NOT INTERACT.

word count ➝ 1.120

author’s note ➝ basically i returned because i got my heart broken and inspiration came back lol. enjoy 🤪

do NOT repost, reupload, translate or plagiarize my work.

   “My beloved darling,” you hear the fake concern hidden behind the soft tone of his voice stopping you from taking another step, “what is wrong? Why aren’t you in bed?”

   You’re afraid to turn around. There will be consequences; the thought of escaping is forbidden now. 

   You’re hesitant to speak, but you know you should. Even though he’ll know you’re lying, your pride depends on how you lie. How your voice should not tremble while you speak.

   “I went to the bathroom.”

   “But it is upstairs.”

   A tear rolls on your cheek. Fuck him for being so cautious, so clever but at the same time so fucking stupid. You wish you never met him. You wish he never fucked you up in this way.

   “I was going to get a glass of water.” 

   “My sunshine...” you hear the light steps of his feet touch the floor, but around you is nothing but quiet, and your senses are heightened. Because of danger. Because of fear.

   “You’re lying.”

   You finally gathered the courage to face him, tears in your eyes and feet shaking. Maybe this was not the best time to argue with him, not while you’re in this state. He will never take you seriously if you’re like this.

   “I’m not! I swear I’m not!” You helplessly deny, and despite the build-up of tears in your eyes, you still manage to see him coming towards you. Oh, and the look on his face...

   “Stop fucking lying to me!” 

   The shout kept you still. Frozen into your place; not moving, not breathing. 

   He puffed his annoyance, showing just how dissapointed he was with you. Again. He thought he managed to destroy your spirit and keep you under his leash: submissive and obedient, but it seems he hasn’t. Not yet.

   “I thought you knew better than to run away from me again, my love. I cannot let this happen again.” 

   You started shaking your head, trying to put some distance in between the two of you. “No, please...”

   “Stop moving.” 

   “No, please, I promise I won’t do this again...” You tried convincing him with every mighty try in you, but there was no turning back. 

   He was going to take your mind again and you couldn’t do anything about it.

   “Stop. Moving.” 

   And you did. Not because you wanted to, but because he made you to. This was it. You’ll never get your body, your mind, your life back. It all belonged to him now. Since the moment you met.

   “I never intended to hurt you, believe me. I always tried to keep you safe. Make you feel loved.” He closes the distance between the two of you, the shining gold in his eyes making your heart beat a hundred times faster. 

   It makes you so, so sad. The fact that this will be your last memory and you won’t even remember it.

   “Don’t cry, please...” He brings a finger to your cheek and wipes your face clear of tears. How you’d try and turn your face the opposite way if you were in control of your body; it would earn you such a delicious spanking.

   “I’ll love you so good.” His voice is like honey, the promises coming out of his mouth rolling so sweetly and smooth off the tip of his tongue. He may love you, but you won’t know. He may also treat you like shit, and you’d still love him.

   “I’ll make you the happiest woman in the world. And I’m sure you’ll make me happy too. You already do.” He smiles sincerely, stroking your cheek so gently and carefully.

   “Too bad you’re too fucking stubborn for your own good.”

   And so it begins. Your conscience slipping away from you, the voices in your head becoming so much distant and quieter with every second passing, replacing the never-shutting-down brain into a puddle of emptiness.

   “Shh, it’s going to be alright. Your mind is mine now.”

   It sounds so good. Feels so good. To have your body moved around like a puppet by someone else. To be completely owned by the person you love because they care for you. 

   “All the worries are gone now, love. All the pain, all the suffering. All the ache in your heart and soul, replaced by the deep love and affection I have to offer you. My sweet, sweet love.”

   And you believe him. Your heart pounds faster with joy because you can feel his words. He means them and it makes a smile appear on your face, as well as tears. 

   “That’s right. That’s the only reason I wanna see you cry for. Because you’re happy. Because I make you happy.”

   At the sight of seeing you so happy and at peace with him in your mind, clearing the inside of your head empty of chaos; he can’t hide his own smile. He’s happy and proud of you, for being his girl, for existing, for finally having you all to himself. So perfect, submissive and loving. Never fighting, never complaining or hurting yourself because of how badly you thought about him. Simply accepting him, and that made you glow.

   He takes your face in his hands and guides you towards his own until your lips make contact. His heart swells with joy when he doesn’t need to force his tongue into your mouth because you already welcomed him in. 

   He keeps the rhythm sweet and slow long enough to build-up the butterflies in your belly. He simply holds you caged in his arms, doing nothing more than making sweet love to your mouth until you come closer to him. Asking, begging for more, using your body language. Your mouth was preoccupied with more pretentious matters so you couldn’t do much but press your chest to his and seek out his warmth and touch. 

   Your whines of frustration began to show, and that’s when Druig knew he had to put a little bit more effort into it. He hid his smirk as he placed one hand on your lower back and brutally slammed you against his front, making you choke on your own gasp. 

   Instinctivelly, you started humping him through both of your clothes; your mind spiralling with how good it felt. But it wasn’t enough.

   “Druig, please-”

   “My love,” he shushed you, “let’s take this somewhere more comfortable.”

   “But, need you.”

   “I promise I’ll give you what you want and ten times more. Just need to be patient enough while we go upstairs, alright?”

   You excitedly shook your head up and down, tears building up in your eyes when you felt each drop of your excitement wet your panties. 

   “Good girl. Now come, I’ll show you another way I enjoy making you cry.” 

[romancherry]

𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁

pairings ➝ dark!king!werewolf!andy barber x slave!reader

summary ➝ every man has two sides of himself; the one he shows to the world, and the other which he hides. you really didn’t want to know the second one…

warnings ➝ smut, dark!fic, non-con, mention of past murder, vaginal penetration, chase, unprotected sex, rough sex, pet name [ little lamb ], monsterfucking, 18+, MINORS: DO NOT INTERACT.

word count ➝ 366

a/n ➝ hello everyone! coming back with another submit for an amazing challenge created by @syntheticavenger​. i could’ve added more to the story but imma just keep it nice and smol for you 😇. if you want to join the challenge, here’s the link, give it a go and let your imagination run wild! 

do NOT repost, reupload, translate or plagiarize my work.

   Should I, or should I not?

   It’s the question you keep asking yourself. Seeing how each turn reveals a hallway larger than the other makes your hope drop a little more. 

   The palace was never for you. Your place was in the basements, working as a slave for a king whose face you’ve never seen. Until now.

   The paintings on the wall did not match him. The beautifully sculpted features on his face did not bring out the icy blues which told stories colder than winter. Each painting brought out the misery from his soul, and now you realized why.

   What hid on the inside revealed itself on the outside during the night. A forbidden little wander through the gates of the palace might cost you your life.

   Only the walls witnessed your cries as he tore your garments to pieces. His claws carved blood into your chest as you struggled helplessly.

   “Please, stop, you’re scaring me!”

   Your cries got louder when he layed his tongue on your pulse and licked a long stripe. His purr of satisfaction rumbled in your ears and you panicked.

   “Somebody help me!”

   “Nobody will help you, little lamb.” He sneered and you instantly went still. His gaze was frightening enough to know you shouldn’t look away. “I have been alone for far too long… But no more.”

   You tried your hardest not to wail when you felt the blunt tip of his cock seek entrance inside your wet heat, every muscle in your body clenching together painfully to stop the intrusion. 

   “No, please…”

   “Shh.” He cooes soothingly as his furry body shields you from the harsh waves of bitterly cold air. The goosebumps which once felt like thorns on your skin cool down, your body responding suspiciously kind to the beast crawling on top of you. “You’ll wait and you’ll learn to accept me.” He bites your earlobe lightly as his cock carves its way inside your pussy, and anxiety overcomes you at how big he is. He could split you in two.

   “And if you don’t, well.” He sputters out a low laugh, grounding his pelvis against yours as he stills his hips. “You’ll end up like my ex-wife.”

[romancherry]

𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗰𝘆

pairings ➝ stepdad!thor odinson x female!reader

summary ➝ his stepdaughter is his favourite dessert. 

warnings ➝ smut, soft!dark fic, dom/sub dynamics, dom!chris, sub!reader, pet names, daddy kink, food play, kitchen sex, squirting, overstimulation, praise kink, degradation kink, pain kink, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, vaginal sex, rough sex, creampie, reader is a consenting adult, nipple play, breast play, hints at aftercare, 18+, MINORS: DO NOT INTERACT!

word count ➝ 2.005

author’s note ➝ honestly, i needed some good thor action. i let my imagination go wild with this one and by the end of the fic i completely forgot he was the reader’s stepfather! 🤣🤣 anyway, hope you enjoy this! 💜

do NOT repost, reupload, translate or plagiarize my work.

   You helplessly tried reaching for the top shelf in order to get some whipped cream as the final touch for your morning latte, not even noticing the presence of your stepfather just entering the kitchen.

   He didn’t say anything to interrupt you, simply stared and laughing silently at your struggle. Thor made a few undetectable steps towards you, his breath chilling down the back of your neck.

   “Need some help?” He let out the smallest of whispers right next to your ear, catching you so off guard you knocked the bottle of whipped cream off the shelf. It landed on the counter and splashed some of its product almost on all the surface, including your clothes and Thor’s.

   “You scared me!” You yelled, frightened and angry about what just happend as you checked the destroyed white crop top you’ve just bought yesterday.

   “Now, now, pretty girl.” He warned, turning you around to him, “Watch your tone.”

   You instantly calmed down when you came face to face with him, the authority he held in both his words and eyes reminding you where your place is.

   “Sorry, daddy.”

   “Good girl.” His knuckles gently grazed upon your cheek, wiping you clean of a small line of cream which landed on your face. “This mess can be all cleaned now. No need to worry.” You shivered as his other hand travelled down your stomach. His fingers rubbed the sticky cream into your skin instead of getting it off, and you couldn’t do much but wiggle a bit in his grip and let out soft whimpers. This entire time, his eyes bore into yours and kept your gaze locked with his, watching carefully each and every way your body reacted to him.

   “Lie on your back, sweetheart.” He instructed you, placing a loving kiss at the corner of your mouth. “Lie back on the counter for daddy.”

   You obliged, jumping on the counter so you could settle yourself on it. You lied back on your elbows and watched with glossy eyes as he got on his knees and settled between your legs.

   He rubbed your clit through the thin cotton panties with teasing back and forth strokes. Your breath hitched when he moved the ruined material to the side and parted your folds.

   “Such a pretty pussy.” He muttered to himself before gathering some of your excitement on his fingertips. “You know what I love about this pussy so much, baby?”

   Your tongue shivered slightly as you spoke. “What is it, daddy?”

   A worried question stood in the middle of your throat when he raised on his feet, watching your trembling form struggle to stay still at the edge of the countertop. He glanced at you for a second and then smirked softly before swiping a drop of whipped cream on two fingers. He looked into your eyes profoundly as he brought the fingers to his mouth and sucked the digits clean of the sweetness.

   He let out a satisfied sigh, grabbing the whole tube in his hand and giving it a few shakes. “No matter how sweet it is,” he drops back down to his knees, putting the tip of the tube in front of him, “I could never get enough.”

   And with that, he presses down the tube and you gasp as a fluffy drop of cream lands on your thighs. And then another, closer to your folds this time. A trail of soft whipped cream clouds follow the path of your sex, and you shiver in anticipation when the last drop lands on the tip of your clit.

   He smirks before gently sucking and cleaning the area where he had first placed the cream. As the sweetness coats his tongue, his teeth reach out to grab a hold of your soft flesh in between them. He bites down and makes sure to keep you still while he marks you up.

   You squirm underneath him, legs shaking because of the force he uses against your flesh. His fingers dig into your hips, and the more you struggle, the stronger his grip becomes. You let out a relieved sigh when he’s over, too afraid to check out the results of how he’d abused your skin.

   “I love the way you struggle, bubblegum.” He hums and you cry out when he does the same thing he did before to your other thigh, marking you up just as roughly until he’s satisfied he had achieved two twin signs.

   He doesn’t miss the way your eyes quickly build up tears, and his face softens a little at your sobs. “Colour, honey?” He asks reassuringly while he soothes you with a gentle massage up and down your thighs.

   You blink back tears, so confused by the unknown stirring in your stomach when he adds a little bit of pain to the pleasure. It’s like the butterflies in your belly do a backflip each time his teeth bite down on your skin and break it just the tiniest bit. It’s sick, but the way he presses gentle kisses down to the affected area make the pain dissapear within seconds. And then you crave it back again.

   “Green, daddy. Green.”

   He giggles slightly at your response, parting your legs further. “Naughtly little girl.”

   Your laugh dies in the middle of your throat as he goes straight to town, devouring you full from the inside out. Your slick pours greedily from your dripping hole and he laps it all up with excitement. The cream coats his beard and the more his face presses into your pussy, the stickier it gets and soon, he finds himself attached to your hole completely.

   One of his hands travel to your crop top, rising the material up to expose your breasts to the chill air of the kitchen, making your nipples instantly harden under his fingers. He rolls them between his digits and ocassionally squeezes your plump breast, just like your pussy walls do when the tip of his tongue barely enters your hole, desperate to grip him like a vice.

   “Daddy, please! Please, need more!” You beg and he listens, knowing exactly what you need. He thrusts his tongue into your pussy all in one, licking you up from the inside as he buries his face deeper into your core. His nose stimulates your clit just right and you find yourself unconsciously bucking your hips up and down to create more friction. Each time the tip of his nose bumps into your clit, you’re closer to your climax just a little more.

   He parts your folds with the tip of his fingers to make more room for himself, and once he gets better access, his actions get more frantic, an animalistic behaviour and need to drink up all of your spirit occuring his entire brain. He groans into your pussy as he eats you up like a maniac, your body nearly falling off the counter at the intensity. Before you know it, you fall off the edge of another bliss, your stomach clenching painfully as you reach the farthest depths of pleasure. You shut your eyes completely as you simply let go and let him consume you. He is at peace when your flavour finally reaches his tastebuds and doesn’t stop even when your small sensitive pussy cries from the overstimulation, making sure he cleaned up the ruin he caused.

   You both grin at each other mindlessly as you try to catch your breath. He raises up and bends over your body, kissing you passionatelly as his hands travel everywhere on your chest, squeezing your breasts together and toying with them until you moan in his mouth. He swallows your noises when he rubs the tip of his clothed cock over your clit, desperately needing some friction.

   “Oh, oh shit—“ You pout when he unzips his pants in a heartbeat and you feel the raw leaking tip slapping against your pussy. “Thor, oh—“

   “Such a tight fucking pussy.” His voice drops below an octave when he gets a feel of your hole. “Gonna fuck your brains out, just like a little bitch.”

   He slaps the tip of his cock against your pussy one more time before pretending to thrust inside you. “Thor, fuck!”

   “You’re gonna be a good fucking whore, am I right? Let me use this pretty hole until you can’t even think when you cum, huh?” He barely enters you and you yell shamelessly, back arching violently against the counter. He rests the mushroom tip inside your cunt barely an inch in, just to feel you pulsing around him and trying to suck him in until he can’t even pull out.

   “Yes!”

   “Yeah? You gonna cum on daddy’s big cock, angel?” He taunts on a baby voice, using his thumb to expose your raw little pearl to his assault as he rubs it roughly. Your fingers claw at his back once his cock starts slowly, very fucking slowly to thrust inside you. He doesn’t know if he can’t be patient for any longer and stop himself from fucking you unconscious, but he keeps the tip of his cock inside you and doesn’t allow you any more. He continues thrusting inside you the bare minimum, and yet you still feel yourself close to cumming like you’ve never had before.

   He feels it, and he wants you to show it to him. The buildup teasing he’s done so far needs to have payed for something. He tentatively puts his other hand on your lower belly and presses down on it.

   “What are you, what are you do- Oh, fuck!”

   Your protests instantly shut down when your pussy does the thinking for you, all the muscles in your belly clenching furiously at his command as his thumb rubs impossibly faster circles against your clit and you flow your release all over him with a strangled cry.

   “That’s a good girl, knew you had it in you. Give it all to me. Come on, baby, don’t stop.” He encourages you and you can’t do much but listen to his command and give him what he wants. When you’re halfway there, he thrusts his entire cock inside you in one rough motion with no preparation and starts chasing after his own pleasure. The intrusion brings you back to reality and his face expression changes instantly.

   He brings your body towards him and holds you close to his chest, “I didn’t say you could stop, did I?” He fucks into you faster, the entire counter shaking with the force of his assaults against your cervix, and once he’s hit it, you lose yourself again. “Yeah, that’s right. This pussy knows what’s good for her. I know what’s good for you. So fucking do it.”

   Your juices overflow your senses again as your second orgasm takes over, your pussy clenching around his massive cock until he flowes your pussy with his own kind of release, filling you up until you almost choke on how full you are. He holds you tight against his chest, a large hand presses down your back to keep you still.

   “Good girl, honey. Did so good.”

   You whimper around him, feeling overwhelmed by how full you were. “Daddy…”

   “Yes, honey.” He responds in kind to your shivering, slowly taking out his softening cock out of your pussy. You whimper and shift slightly again when you feel his cum overflow down your tighs.

   “Shh, baby. Everything’s alright. Daddy’s gonna clean you up now, okay?” He cooes and you nod your head happily, satisfied with being spoiled with a warm bath so early in the morning.

   You close your eyes and lean your head back against the wall when you feel a damp cloth touch your thighs, sighing in relief knowing your daddy is here to take care of you now.

   What you didn’t know was that Thor took advantage of your relaxation and instead watched mesmerized how his release gushed out of you, his brain taking a screenshot at this beautiful moment where you’re completely owned by him.

[romancherry]

𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗺𝘆

pairings ➝ natasha romanoff x stripper!reader

summary ➝ natasha is your first, and last customer.

warnings ➝ smut, soft!dark fic, soft!dom!natasha, dom/sub dynamics, mommy kink, overstimulation, squirting, nipple sucking, praise kink, mentions of fingering and oral sex (f receiving), cockwarming, use of dildo, vaginal penetration, rough sex, 18+, MINORS: DO NOT INTERACT!

word count ➝ 886 

author’s note ➝ been wanting to write a natasha fic for some time. here she is!

do NOT repost, reupload, translate or plagiarize my work.

   Your shift should’ve ended one hour ago and right now you should be sleeping in your lame ass apartment you pay exaggeratedly too much for. Your feet hurt like hell in these tight heels, dried sweat making your skin uncomfortably itchy and sticky from the number of dances you had performed the whole night long in the overcrowded club with not enough air conditioning. It has been an incredibly tough week, and you thought that after tonight’s shift, things would get easier and you could have some rest. But life had other plans for you. 

   Usually you were hesitant about private dances, as well as engaging in any kind of conversation with customers. It simply didn’t feel right or appropriate, but everything about your job is exactly just that. So far, your services haven’t been required since you started working, and you were thankful. Your coworkers told you it was because you’re a newbie and usually, people want experienced women who have been doing this for a long time. 

   You didn’t plan on standing out too much and instead follow the lead so you won’t get noticed. But you should’ve known it won’t last long. 

    Although, what does last long is Natasha’s frantic assaults upon your cervix, the tip of her dildo painfully striking the deepest spots within you even after ten orgasms. You remember because she makes you count. And she won’t stop until fifteen. 

   “Come on, kitty, don’t give up just now.” She gives you two light slaps to wake you up, your vision blurry and sensitive because of how much you’ve cried. “You’ve been doing so well so far. Just a little more, alright?” Her fingers stroke your puffy cheek gently, an ironical contrast to the way her hips pound mercilessly against you. 

   “Y-yes, Mommy...” You babble softly and she sighs at how adorable and gentle you are. Her naked chest presses against yours as she crawls on top of you, the new position forcing you to open your legs even wider to welcome her subtle frame in between them. You lock your ankles behind her back, hugging her waist as she resumes her movements. “Good girl.” She whispers praises to your ears, lowering her head to latch onto one of your nipples and gently suckle on it. 

   The rough snapping of her hips against yours combined with the lewd and erotic sounds of your dripping cunt trying to greedily suck the girthy toy back inside makes your head spin as it stops functioning, your brain cells dissolving into unexisting flakes of dust as your cunt milks her fat cock, suffocating the toy until it could barely carve any way inside of her.

   Natasha slows down her movements, resting her cock inside while you come down from your high, your fingernails still forming bruises on her shoulders as you hold on for dear life. She smiles contently when she feels your juices flow down your thighs and wet the sheets below you, reminding her of the sweet aroma of your arousal coating her tongue when she split you open with three of her fingers earlier in the night. 

   “Good baby, such a good baby. Did so well.” She cooes sweetly as she presses smooth kisses on your entire face. “Made her mommy so proud.” 

   She notices the unconscious smile that you do not try to hide from her as you probably aren’t even aware of it— an instinctive act of your reaction to her praise. She lets out a proud smile before kissing you languidly, waiting for you to open your mouth to her tongue slide in instead of forcing her entry. She hums delightly at your submissive response, kissing her back with just the same amount of passion she does. It didn’t take her much to break your resistance and walk victoriously past the gates of your incertitude; but just because you allowed her to consume you, that didn’t mean you like it. Now, seeing that you’ve opened yourself completely and you lie naked and vulnerable underneath her, she can’t help but be beyond happier with your behaviour. 

   “You were such a good girl tonight, baby. Obeyed all of my rules and made me so happy.” She cooes innocently to you, the softhearted tone of her voice lurring you to sleep and convincing your body to relax in her warm embrace. “And because you did so well, I’ve decided to give you a break, honey.” You whine when she tries pulling out of your overworked pussy. “Shh, shh, baby. It’s okay. I don’t wanna hurt you.” You whine louder when she tries separating herself from you, clinging desperately to her body to stop her from leaving. 

   “What is it, baby?” She asks, her tone full of concern.

   “Wan’ you here. Jus’ the way you are.” You pull her towards you, your heart swelling when she wraps her arms around you. 

   You hide your face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her addicting parfume deep into your lungs. “Please, mommy.”

   Her stomach does a blackflip at your request. She couldn’t bring herself to move further away from you even if she tried. She was now glued to you in every way possible, whether you liked it or not. You’re gonna have her full, undivided attention from now on— and she’ll have yours.

[romancherry]

𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗶𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗮𝗱𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁

pairings ➝ sebastian stan x film director!reader

summary ➝ you’ve had a bad day because of him, so he fixes it.

warnings ➝ smut, angst, explicit language, AU where Seb is single, dom!seb, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, degradation kink, name-calling, 18+, MINORS: DO NOT INTERACT!

word count ➝ 2,183

author’s note ➝ so, one day your girl scrolled through pinterest and found a picture of bucky in ✨that✨ tight black shirt and i couldn’t help myself. so, enjoy the thots!

do NOT repost, reupload, translate or plagiarize my work.

   Working alongside your long-time friend Sebastian Stan once again was a blessing and a great opportunity you were fixated on taking advantage of. The chemistry between the two of you resulted in successful projects, whether they were obtained on the stage together or sometimes separated by a camera. 

   In this case, it was the second option. You were named codirector for the newest Marvel’s Cinematic Universe miniseries: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier— your first job for the grandest superhero franchise. You were beyond thankful for the chance they gave you, and content on doing your best so that they would contact you in the future once more. Having Sebastian casted was for sure making the work much easier; your bond with him was naturally smooth and relaxed. You had great communication and you knew what to push for best— but, to be honest, it took you a shit ton of work to get to this point. And a hell lots of different ways to get to know each other...

   Today you were filming another fight scene for episode 4 of the series, and God be damned if you were trying your hardest not to yell at everyone to go home so you could rip that ridiculously tight shirt off Sebastian’s sculpted chest.

   He had no right to look this fucking hot. Jealousy took over you the second he stepped foot inside the stage from the fitting room, all the designers sneaking glances all over his figure from behind the corner. God, you’d give everything in this world to see their jaw drop even harder when they’d walk in on you bouncing teasingly up and down that big dick until he took matters into his own hands and pounded into you from underneath so hard your moans would become their next fucking alarm ringtones. 

   In a nutshell, it was hard to concentrate, but jealousy only spurred you on, so all the built up sexual frustration was hidden under the form of annoying strictness and some yelling at your coworkers every time they were moving too slow or just breathing too much. 

   And of course, Sebastian figured out immediately what was going on. You didn’t talk to him at all today beyond pointing directions and organizing the scenes for the episode, and honestly, he grew impatient and was pissed off by your tantrums. 

   “Alright everybody, we’re done for today. Have a nice evening, I’ll see you tommorrow. Goodbye.” You announced, closing the script book with a loud smack. 

   “Finally, the gates to Heaven opened,” Anthony whispers to Seb, putting a hand on his shoulder as he laughed at his own joke, “even the Devil would shiver if she yelled at them.”

   Sebastian smirks. “Yeah, I don’t know what got into her today.” He lies, playing with the dog tags hovering over his chest. 

   “Well, hopefully by tommorrow she’ll recover.” Anthony praises, putting on his backpack.

   “Oh, she definitely will.” Sebastian looks over at you as you gestured at Erin Kellyman, explaining some things very calmly to her. 

   Anthony glances at Sebastian before walking out the door, “You comin’?”

  Sebastian forces himself to break his gaze over you. “Nah. I’m stayin’ a lil bit longer.”

   You were scanning through the scenario and tried to think of a schedule for tommorrow so you could finish the last pieces of episode 4 and some of 5 a little faster and give a much needed break to the crew. Deep in your thoughts, you didn’t acknowledge another presence in the room, or hear the steps coming towards you.

   “You good?” Seb’s voice startled you as you placed a hand on your chest, breathing quickly. “God, what the fuck?”

   Seb smirked, both hands in his pockets, waiting for you to calm down. He was still wearing the same killing outfit, and this time, your breathing was oddly heavy for a whole different reason.

   “You not goin’ home?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

   “Are you not?”

   He didn’t expect a good answer. But the sassy tone in your voice triggered his patience.

   He puffed. “Y’know…” he began, balancing one foot in front of the other, “you’ve been actin’ strange all day. May I know why?”

   You looked the other way in disbelief, balacing yourself on the table behind you. “None of your business.”

   He ran his tongue over gritted teeth. Although you maintained eye contact the entire time, you didn’t notice how close he was to you until the click of his tongue awakened your senses.

   His expression was furious, on the edge of losing control. He was pissed off, and you should probably wonder why— but the only question rising in your head is how dare he. How dare he be frustrated with you when all he’s done today was tease and mock you, waiting for you to come to him and yell your anger instead of directly asking you what’s wrong? He waited an entire day just to be… angry?

   His eyes pointed at the floor before shooting back at you and without even blinking, he turned you around and pushed your face into the table roughly, your palms reacting quick enough to ease the impact.

   “Y’know…” his hands gripped the waistband of your pants and lowered them down to your knees, taking a look at your bare butt, “your attitude has been a pain in the ass for everyone today.” He smacked one of your cheeks. His little insult shot a bullet in your soul but you quickly brushed the insecurity away. You’d overthink your character for later, when this little forbidden affair ended and you were left alone in your hotel room.

   “And since you won’t tell me what’s been causing it,” you heard the unbuckling of his belt. Everything was happening so fast you didn’t bother fighting him; a part of you wanted this. Needed to be put into place. Next victim was your panties, who were yanked off your body and ripped to pieces.

   “I’ll just have to fuck it out of you.”

   And with that, he pushed his cock deep inside you in one, smooth motion. No preparation was needed, you were such a mess for him you’d take every ounce of pain together with the pleasure he provided you.

   He kept a slow and steady pace, taking his time in memorizing every inch and carve his veins into your pussy walls. His fingers held a tight grip on your waist, a silent order to stay still.

   “I wonder,” he pointed with a hard thrust, “why didn’t you like my shirt? Everybody else loved it…”

   You growled, fucking growled at him. You wanted to say something, cuss every fiber of his being and tell him to fuck off, but nothing came out. Your brain couldn’t process all these words quickly enough.

   “Nah nah,” he cleared you out as his pace grew faster, “you don’t get to say a word. You ran your mouth long enough today.”

   Tears blurred your vision due to the lack of control you had over the situation. You loved, absolutely adored the way Sebastian was dominating you, but you hated being accused of something you didn’t do.

   “I jus’ wanted— nnmph!” A hand covered your lips just in time to stop you from bumbling out nonsense.

   “Shut. The fuck. Up.” His hips were now brutally slapping against yours, leaving red marks behind just as his hands would. His pace was frantic, furious— desperate. His cock was tearing you apart from the inside, getting your tight little pussy nice and loose for him with the help of your traitorous arousal.

   He wrapped your ponytail around his fist and yanked your head back roughly, his face coming towards your ear. “I wanted to go fucking easy on you but you’re practically asking for it. When did you become such an annoying whiny lil’ brat?”

   A tear fell on your face as both his words and cock hit you like a train. “Please…”

   He realized it was too much and loosened the grip over you. “Shh, baby. I know you’re sorry.” He whispered sweetly in your ear.

   You turned your head towards him as he saw your tear-stained face for the first time, “harder.” You commanded, leaving him breathless.

   He smiled widely, happy to oblige. The eye contact between the two of you never faltered as his cock pounded into you with more force, brutally assaulting your g-spot as he admired every single detail of your face contort into pleasure. Your jaw was dropped as your mouth was wide open to make room for the pornographic moans to come out and bless his ears. Your lips were so shiny and pouty he could not resist, finally giving in to the addiction and open his mouth to shove his tongue down your throat as he swallowed your moans.

   The kiss was so sensual and downright dirty, it had an intimate touch added to the waltz of your lips. Your heart swelled at the same time your pussy clenched, unexpectedly cumming around his cock with an enthusiastic moan even his mouth couldn’t quiet down. He released your lips so he could properly hear you falling apart on him.

   “Yeah, that’s right,” his pace slowed down, “it’s so good when you listen.”

   “Oh, please! Please, don’t stop!”

   “So fucking greedy.” He grabbed your arms and secured them behind your back as he brought you up with him. Your chest was heavy with air and the poor piece of cloth covering your breasts was damp with sweat and too fucking uncomfortable for your liking and his.

   He locked your arms with one hand while the other roughly yanked your shirt off, revealing your poorly misplaced bra that did anything but cover your tits that begged to be released.

   “Oh, look what we have here.” His mouth practically salivated at the gorgerous sight of your breasts bouncing in the same fast rhythm of his hips, nearly spilling off your cups. He gave into the temptation and released your breasts, immediatelly cupping one of them and squeezing it harshly.

   “Such a nasty fucking sight. Just for me to see, isn’t that right, whore?” He bit your earlobe as his fingers were toying with the hardened nipple, leaving you whimpering and pushing back against him for more stimulation.

   “That’s right. Come on, give it to me.” He grabbed you by the back of the knee to raise your leg up in the air for a better angle, causing you to clamp violently on his cock until you came with a scream. He prolonged your pleasure by sneaking his fingers between your thighs, close to the most precious point, where he started rubbing your clit furiously in tight circles until your legs went limp and you lost complete control over your body. Your tummy clenched at the added stimulation, your release gushing all over his hand and the table beneath you as he filled you up.

   The pace of his hips slowly died down, stilling inside of you only when he felt he completely stuffed you full of his cum. While you tried to recover and calm your breathing, he tapped his fingers on your clit twice, laughing at your reaction. He placed his forehead on your shoulder and smiled contently, “I didn’t know you could do that.”

   “Me neither.”

   He laughs shortly at your joke and lets go of your body slowly, making sure you don’t fall off your feet as you turn towards him.

   Looking at his sex sweaty figure once again, the way the already tight shirt managed to hug his body even tighter because of the effort he just put in ruining you, the dogtags clinging to his neck and the way they jumped slightly off his chest every time he exhaled, you realized that every single drop of attitude from you today was fucking worth it, because you got this. You got him secured in your fucking bag, and no one else but you had access to this little treasury of a man.

  “What are you lookin’ at?” He notices your stare and raises an eyebrow.

  You slowly approached him until your naked chest was glued to his. You took his dogtags in your hand and rolled them in between your fingers, looking him directly in the eye with mischievious smirk.

   “I’m looking at my man.”

   He looked the other way to gather his shit and control his excitement. Each and every time you claimed your prey, he couldn’t help but feel a little flustered.

   His eyes turned towards you, and the moment you made contact you knew you melted his heart a little bit. And now you held all the control over him; it was only fair after he fucked you into another reality and then back into this world. And now, seeing just how willing he looked, as if he’d let you do anything to him— you felt just a little too… brave.

   “What are you gonna do with your man?” He asks, standing tall before you so that he could gain some of his domination back.

   “Everything that I fucking want to.”

[romancherry]

𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹

pairings ➝ dark!bryce langley x junkie!reader x dark!mike weiss

summary ➝ you have to pay them in a different type of way.

warnings ➝ smut, angst, dark!fic, dub con, threesome, explicit language, drug use, addiction, drug deal gone wrong, physical violence, manipulation, pet names, praise kink, make-out, blackmail, threats, sex polen, drugging, reader is practically a masochist, slapping, death mention, mention of murder, mention of suicide thoughts, dirty talk, pussy eating, fingering, blowjob, double penetration, unprotected sex, rough sex, face fucking, spanking, ass play, ass fingering, spit kink, degradation kink, nipple play, nipple pinching, cum eating, creampie, breast play, hint of titty fucking, 18+, MINORS: DO NOT INTERACT!

word count ➝ 3,576

author’s note ➝ this is my final story for @navybrat817 & @stargazingfangirl18′s Shameless Hoes for Chris Challenge, part 3/3 !! this was meant to be posted sooner but i finished it last minute. please read the warnings above carefully before proceeding to read it. hope you enjoy it!

chosen prompts: Mike Weiss + Bryce Langley + “Come on, I know you can take more than that, sweetheart.” + dirty talk + crossover.

do NOT repost, reupload, translate or plagiarize my work.

   You glanced nervously at the watch on your wrist again and again before knocking at the door louder than before. A few neighbours were cursing, yelling at you to keep it quiet otherwise they’ll do something you’ll regret. But you ignored them, knowing well enough they won’t do shit. It’s not the first time you’ve been here, after all.

   “Come on, pick the fuck up.” You bounced on your tip toes, losing your patience.

   You knocked two times harder than last time. “Mike, come on!” Another pair of complaints from the neighbours. “Let me in!” You screamed.

   “Whoa, whoa, whoa… What the fu-“ you heard the voice of a disturbed man on the other side of the door which faded the moment he saw you. “Pretty girl, hi. What brings you here?” The man before you asked curiously and you tried your hardest not to stare at his mesmerizing beauty. 

   “You already know, Mike.” You walked past him.

   “Oh yeah,” he remembered, closing the door behind him as he munched on the chips in his mouth, “the good stuff, ey?”

   “Yeah, idiot.” You threw yourself on the armchair.

   He whispered you to wait as he went searching for the product in another room, coming back shortly after. He flicked the little transparent plastic bag between his fingers, a wide smile on his face. You stared in excitement, eyes big and shiny, fixated on the snow you couldn’t wait to roll in.

   You desperately tried to reach for the wallet in your jeans as it almost slipped from your hands a few times before you managed to get the money out of it.

   You handed him the money in a heartbeat, but when you reached for the prize he took a step back.

   “What the fuck?!”

   “The price is 70.”

   “We agreed on 50.”

   “Yeah, after I remembered about the 20 dollar discount you begged me to give you on your last purchase and told me to add it to the next deal.”

   You stared at the ceiling in disbelief. Your eyes were starting to tear up. “I don’t have fucking 20 dollars!” You screamed at him, your voice hoarse at the intend to keep your anger at bay. “Please…” your voice was merely above a whisper as Mike had no intention of hiding his shocked expression at the sudden change of your disposition. “Mike, I need this.”

   His face softened. “I know, honey.” He touched your wet cheek with his thumb, gently stroking it. “But I need my money.” His reply cut through your heart like a knife. He had no idea how much you’ve struggled this past month to get this money while working two jobs and seeing a therapist. The sacrifices you had to make in order to put your hands on the only thing that could cure you, just for all to be in vain. Your anger and frustration were beyond the roof as you felt the blood boiling in your veins, causing the temperature in your body to heat up fast, reason why you slapped his hand away and pointed a finger at him, starting to scream with all the might you had. You started hitting his chest, ignoring his pleas which tried to convince you to stop. His reasoning words were driving past your ears as you didn’t even bother listening to them; and each time his hands tried to grab yours without hurting you— you pushed them away, leaving him defenseless.

   A sudden burst through the door awakened you back to reality as you both stared at the door. Your palms were splayed out on Mike’s chest as his fingers held your delicate wrists.

   “What the fuck is going on here?!” The blonde’s shout made you flinch.

   He eyed you up and down, stopping when he caught glimpse of your red puffy cheeks and swolled lips. Your face was full of tears, same as your glossy puppy eyes, and he found you adorable.

   “Nothing, Bryce.” Mike intervenes. “Just a small misunderstanding.”

   “Doesn’t seem small to me.” Bryce approaches you, his eyes never leaving off your body.

   He stopped in his tracks when he stood a little bit too close to you. “Why are you here?” He spoke gently.

   “I-I’m here for th-the snow…”

   “Oh? Then why don’t you give it to her, Mikey?”

   Mike huffs. “Because she doesn’t have the money.”

   Bryce licks his lips. ���Aw, is that so?” His knuckles try to touch your cheek, same way as Mike did before, but you flinched away. Something wasn’t right with this guy. Your gut told you to stay away from him.

   He huffs dissapointingly. “Well, sugar, you know how it is…” he shrugged, “no money, no honey.”

   “Please…” you whispered as you felt your eyes tear up again, “I really need these. I can’t-“

   “Shh.” His fingers came close to your face again, and this time you didn’t have the energy to resist it. You rested your cheek against his palm, watching him in the eyes. “I’m sure we can do something about it.” He glanced at Mike. “Can we?”

   Mike rose his glance at Bryce, knowing exactly what Bryce was refering to. But you were too desperate to give it a second chance. 

   “I don’t think-”

   “Yes! Please! I’ll do anything!” Your excitement cut Mike’s disagreement off as Bryce gave you a pleasant look. 

   “Would you, princess? Anything we ask?” Bryce pressed, an eyebrow raising suggestively.

   “Yes, a-anything! Just... please─ give me the drugs... I need ‘em...” you trailed off, your voice whiny and pleading. 

   “Listen, I don’t think that’s a good─“ 

   “Mike. The lady has decided.” Bryce interrupts Mike as his jaw clenches for being interrupted a second time. Bryce notices the gesture and gives Mike an angry look as an unspoken warning; then, his expression changes the second he moves his attention towards you─ meeting you with a pair of soft, gentle eyes. He looked as if he was your saviour. “She’s more than capable of making her own decisions.” His fingers brush the hair off your face, smiling kindly at you. “Are you, sweetheart?” His thumb traces your plump bottom lip, parting your lips a little.

   “Yes.” You said mesmerized. 

   “Good girl.”

   You swallowed a whimper as your heart did a backflip at the praise. This man screamed danger, his whole aura was surrounded by mischief and mistery, and instead of getting as far away from him as possible, you couldn’t help but be even more attracted to him. He was the magnet; and you─ the iron. There was no escape; your only destination was him. It was a sealt deal, you know it.

   “What do I need to d-”

   The blonde cut your words off with a brutal kiss, his lips smashing against yours with force; an intensity he eventually got more control over as the movement of his mouth against yours became slower, gentler, more sensual. Your lips were moving in tandem, just as your tongues, who waltzed together beautifully as he hummed at the sweet taste of cherry bubblegum you had earlier. 

   He slowly retreated from you, as if he wasn’t sure he should let you go. He stared into your eyes and you realized the innocent angelic gaze in his blue irises─ the look of a hero, a saviour─ vanished. In its place arrived a dark, lustful and greedy gaze─ something that instead of giving you the same feeling of safety and trust from before─ made you shiver in anticipation and fear. Bryce didn’t seem like a good man after all, his true colors revealed as a man who’s only done anything but help you. In fact, you helped him lure you into a trap. 

   You tried to move your feet backwards in an attempt to get out of here, but his tight hold on your shoulders froze your brain as you stared at him in shock. 

   “Where are you going, princess?”

   “I- I w-want to leave...”

   He tsked. “You can’t, bubblegum.” He stared emotionless at your eyes full of tears. “You see...” he wandered off, “you and I made a deal. And we sealed it with a kiss.” He smiled proudly. 

   “The kiss you seemed to enjoy a little too much.”

   “No... No! I- I didn’t! Mike!” Your attention switched to the brunette who, for the past moments, has observed the scene carefully. He was your only chance at salvation, at getting rid of the charlatan trapping you in. But his apologetic glance gave you all the answers you needed to know. 

   “I’m sorry, darling.” You felt your stomach turn. “He’s right.”

   “No, no. No! You can’t do this!” You rose your voice, a whine bubbling in your throat when Bryce shook your body violently, dragging your attention back to him as you stayed still and quiet.

   “You now listen to me,” he threatened, “a deal is a deal. You can either pay your debts in any way we want and get your treat, or we’ll take what we wish from you and leave you with nothing. We get what we want either way, whether you like it or not.” 

   You shook your head in disbelief, begging him to let you go. Your eyes were almost shut tight from how much pain you felt right now, tears running all over your face. Meanwhile, Mike brought a glass of water to you.

   “Take it.” He pleaded.

   “No.”

   A slap across your face stinged your cheek and ringed in your ears. “This will be the last act of kindness you’ll get from him the entire night. Drink this or I’ll hydrate you with a different kind of liquid.” His fingers held your jaw tightly. “Your choice.”

   You hesitated for a few seconds before taking a big gulp of the water, trying to separate your lips from the glass before Bryce snickered a hand behind your neck and guided you forward again, encouraging you to finish it all. An avalanche of tears ran down your cheeks as you drank everything, a sweet aftertaste invading your taste buds, signalizing something was wrong.

   “What did you-”

   Bryce slapped your cheek a second time. “None of your goddamn bussiness.” He pushed you backwards as the back of your knees hit the matress, your body immediatelly falling onto the bed.

   “Get undressed. Mike, prep her. You got five minutes before I come back.” Bryce ordered before giving you a final wink and heading upstairs. 

   There was silence between the two of you as Mike tried to reason with you through alarming looks. You just realized that he was not sending you these subliminal messages to make the situation easier for you, but for himself. A part art of him wanted this too, you could see that in his dilated pupils and the way he clenched his fists.

   “You disgusting bastard.”

   “Honey, don’t make this worse for you than it already is.” 

   “I hope you fucking die-”

   “Yeah, I hope that too.” He interrupts. None of you said anything before he looked at his watch and glanced back at you. “You have 4 more minutes.”

   “I don’t give a-”

   You jumped backwards when he launched himself upon you, grabbing your jaw and squeezing it tightly so the only sounds that came from your mouth were whimpers. 

   “Listen to me,” he insisted, “If he comes back and doesn’t find you in the position he wants you to be, which is splayed naked on the bed with your legs spread open and my head between them, he’ll fucking kill us both.” He paused, his heart rate quickening. “The drugs are gonna start kicking in soon, and you won’t be able to fight us anymore or be aware of what’s happening. You need to enjoy this as much as you can, because later, you won’t have a choice.”

   The tone of his voice sounded quite convincing, and the hurried and alarmed way he spoke gave you the impression that what he was saying is true, that he had no choice, just like you. But the roles are different, and he betrayed you twice in ten minutes. You don't have the slightest confidence left in him, but if you had to choose between the two, the answer would be obvious.

   He took another look at his watch. “3 minutes.” 

   You waited a few more seconds to think, although no thought crossed your mind. In your head there is, in this moment, a white room; empty, without any point of entry or exit. You weren't able to make any decisions that depended on you.

   “Fine.” You decided. “Do it.”

   He nodded aprovingly, getting back on his feet in front of you. His eyes were looking at your figure from above as you took off your shirt, and as the strong effects of the drug were sensed all around your body, you couldn’t take your eyes off him during the process. You didn't break eye contact for even a moment as you took your bra off, a moment of self-confidence passing through you at the way his hungry gaze was eating you alive.

   Presenting your bare chest to him, he licked his lips as he gently pushed you backwards. Crawling on top of you, he drew you in a heated kiss, all teeth and tongue, stroking every inch of your hot cavern until you whimpered for him all needy and pretty. His lips travelled lower down your body, pressing a few open-mouthed kisses here and there on his way to your mound. He didn’t have enough time to worship your body like you deserved, so he tried to keep his focus on your most vulnerable spot for now. 

   He looked up at you as he hooked two fingers under your panties and pulled them off. You raised yourself on your elbows, staring in awe in eachother’s eyes while he parted your legs, placing his arms underneath your thighs to keep you steady. He didn’t break eye contact as he looked sweetly at you when he barely grazed his lips across your clit, making your breath shutter. He placed another set of quick kisses all across your pussy before taking you by surprise and licking a long, teasing stripe over your folds. His patience ran thin and he started properly tasting you, pressing his face into your pussy as he licked every spot fast and rough. You moaned loudly as you grabbed a hold of his hair and pushed him towards you, encouraging him to finish you off. He remained focused on the way your body was responding to him while he slurped and swallowed everything you had to give. Your legs almost snapped shut when he entered two thick fingers inside your hole, keeping the pace steady and intense with every drag and curl between your walls. He kept you on the edge of an orgasm before wrapping his lips around your nub and sucked with vigor, his movements quickening until the sound of your juices splashing around filled his ears as well as his tongue, cleaning up your pussy excitedly and moaning at your sweet taste.

   “Well, well,” another voice from across the room wakes you up from the post-orgasm bliss, “if this ain’t better than porn.” 

   As Bryce made his way towards the bed, Mike distanced himself from your body.

   “How does she taste?”

   “Like fucking heaven.”

   Bryce smirks as he lays on his back, his cock towering hard and proud next to you. You stare for a few seconds at his body, your mouth watering at the thought of him fucking your mouth. 

   He notices your staring and snaps his fingers, making you turn your attention to his face. He gestures at his cock, “It ain’t gonna suck itself.”

   You position yourself between his legs with no hesitation, getting on all fours as you grabbed the base of his cock with your hand and guided his tip into your hot, wet mouth. 

   All wrongs they’ve done to you and the wicked plan they came up with to get you in this position was long thrown out the window. The only purpose you had right now was to take both cocks like a champ and be a hole for them to fill up. Nothing more. 

   You trained your mouth to take more of Bryce’s cock, content on going all the way down as you let out a long moan when Mike pushed his own cock into your pussy. The sound sent vibrations all over Bryce’s body as he moaned loudly, throwing his head back. You rose your head up to take a gasp of air when he suddenly put your mouth back on his cock, his hands holding you still by the jaw as he pounded your throat from underneath in the same violent way as Mike’s cock thrusting into you from behind, his fingers tightening on your waist. 

   Both men moaned shamelessly as they used you for their own pleasure, the burning ache in your throat covered by the delicious way the tip of Mike’s cock assaulted your cervix over and over again. 

   “Fuck, that’s a good bitch.” Bryce cursed under his breath, the pace of his hips never faltering, even though you gagged around his cock in a desperate need for a pause. He doesn’t feel any pity for you, in fact, he enjoys the sounds you make. The relentless torture of your throat brings him the sweetest satisfaction. 

   “Yeah, my plan sounds pretty good right now, huh?” Mike asks from behind you.

   “Oh, fuck yeah.” Bryce takes a look at the mess on your face, the mascara running down your cheeks along with the saliva and precum mixing together with the tears. “Shit, look at her right now.” He took some of the hair off your face, holding it in a ponytail. “Look at this fucking slut.” 

   Mike looks over you and smirks proudly. “Yeah, I see her.” A harsh slap lands on your asscheeck, making you keen. “What a good bitch. Bet her mouth’s as tight as her pussy.”

   “Fuck, not for long.” Bryce slaps your cheek a few times. “Gonna use this mouth like a fucking flashlight until it takes the shape of my cock.” He moaned loudly, feeling his balls tightening. “Shit, I’m cumming.”

   “Yeah, me too.” Mike leans back and slaps your ass twice in a row, laughing when your pussy walls squeezed him greedily. “You fucking like being hit? Huh?” He takes the made-up ponytail from Bryce’s hand to pull your hair roughly. “You like some pain to go along with the pleasure?” He pulls harder when you don’t respond, your affirmative answer being muffled by the cock in your mouth. Both men laugh at your poor attempt, Mike sneaking a hand over your ass as he circles your untouched whole with two fingers, thing which makes you whimper desperately. 

   You wanted to let go of Bryce’s cock to tell him no, but Bryce saw your struggles and kept you locked in place as Mike landed a generous amount of spit on top of your puckered whole and slowly pushed the tip of his fingers inside.

   You whined, a new wave of tears blurring your vision at the unpleasant feeling. “Shh, just relax and let him use you, sweetheart.” Bryce ordered gently. “Relax and maybe you’ll like it. Come on.” He encouraged and you listened; there was really no other choice. You let go of your distress as Mike gently curled his fingers inside your asshole, trying to thrust in further more when you tensed up again. 

   “Come on, I know you can take more than that, sweetheart.” Mike cooed, ignoring your sounds of dissapproval as he pushed one more finger inside, stretching you painfully. “God, such a tight fucking ass.” He throws his head back and praises, his cock twitching inside you.

   “Come on, baby. Cum now or don’t cum at all.” Bryce threatens, his free hand travelling underneath you as his fingers latched onto a hardened nipple and toyed with it, making you clench around Mike’s cock.

   “Fuck! Do that again!” Mike tells Bryce, obsessed with feeling you squeeze him tight like that. 

   Bryce obeys as the added stimulation makes you finally losing it, the muscles in your belly clenching tightly as you came all over their cocks with a shout loud enough to travel past the cock in your mouth, which released a generous amount of sperm down your throat at the same time Mike shot his load inside your pussy with a satisfied hum, feeling the warm fluid spill out and onto your thighs while he was still tucked inside. 

   Bryce didn’t let you pull your mouth off his cock until you stopped swallowing around him. Your jaw hurt immensely when you took your mouth off his dick as it slightly trembled. 

   Bryce held your chin up and made you look at him. “Open your mouth.”

    You obeyed, sticking your tongue out nice and wide without instructions. Bryce observes your clean mouth, indicating you swallowed his entire cum. A satisfying hum leaves his mouth; he looked pleased enough. Proud, even. “Good girl.”

   Mike pulls out of you and throws himself next to Bryce, caging you in between their bodies. He strokes your cheek gently before moving his hand down your chest, cupping your breast. He smiles gently at you as he pinches your nipple, making you whine pathetically. 

   “Come here, baby.” He gives your abused nipple one last playful pinch before gesturing at his lap. “I wanna fuck those pretty tits.”

[romancherry]

𝘄𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻

pairings ➝ softdark!vampire!robert pronge x female!reader, steve rogers x female!reader

summary ➝ robert takes what is rightfully his.

warnings ➝ smut, dark!fic, angst, non-con/dub-con, mention of murders, amnesia, explicit language, makeout, crossover Steve Rogers, stalking, non-con voyeurism, burglary, compelling, mind control, manipulation, pet name (sweets, baby), praise kink, kidnapping, hint at blowjob, 18+, MINORS: DO NOT INTERACT!

word count ➝ 2.075

author’s note ➝ may i present you the 2/3 stories i wrote for @navybrat817 & @stargazingfangirl18​‘s Shameless Hoes for Chris Challenge 2021 !! it’s my first dark fic so i hope this didn’t dissapoint <3 

chosen prompts: Robert Pronge + paranormal/supernatural elements + amnesia + voyeurism + “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

do NOT repost, reupload, translate or plagiarize my work.

   “Suspicious bear attacks increase in number as 12 more victims were discovered in the woods last night. The Police Department of New Jersey bans hiking and camping for the safety of the citizens until further notice.”

   “Kinda spooky, don’t you think?”

   You bounced against the chair as the voice of your coworker brought you back to reality, blinking back the dry tears in your eyes which formed while you stared dumbfounded at the television screen. “What?”

   Your coworker laughed at you. “The bear attacks.” 

   You rose from the chair and straightened your skirt, walking over to the desk to begin sorting the files. “Yeah, I’m really sorry for the poor families of the deceased.” You sighed. “I hope we get through this.” 

   “Yeah, but it’s kinda strange if you think about it.” Your coworker approached the desk you were working at, balacing himself on it as he looked at the ceiling, searching for a theory hidden deep in his head. “There haven’t been bear attacks in nearly 10 years. And suddenly, they wake up and decide: ‘hey, let’s become serial killers?’ “ 

   A shiver travelled through your body. You didn’t like those words. 

   “What’s your point?” 

   “I think the police is hiding us something.” He says confidently, “Just because the killings were done near the forest or in it, it doesn’t mean an animal did it. Specifically, the same animal all over again.” A part of you found his opinion logical.

   “I think... a person did it.”

   You punched his shoulder lightly, now aware of his intention of scaring you. “Don’t say that!” You whisper on a high pitch, freaked out. “Haven’t you read the newspapers? No man could ever achieve those wounds on somebody.”

   “Not a man...” he lowers himself at your ear, “...a monster.”

   You slapped him again as the both of you bursted out laughing. “Steve, don’t be a dick!” 

   “God, you’re so easy to scare.” You threw an empty file at him as he began to run away. Of course, you were too pissed off to remember that you were supposed to be working, and started chasing him. 

   And in that moment, as Robert watched over you through the tinted glass, he smirked to himself. You’re easy to scare...

   You left the office as late as usual, always being the last employee to go home. And that includes the janitor too. He didn’t even notice your presence the first time he ended his shift, almost locking you inside the building before you yelled at him to come back. He quickly realized you’re a maniac so he handed you a copy of the keys. 

   Why you were putting yourself through this torture, Robert couldn’t understand. But it was much easier for him to operate. The streets were empty at such a late hour since the “bear” attacks increased, so people stayed inside their homes. Like it would change anything...

   You didn’t have a car yet, so each night you’d walk home by yourself. It was reckless and stupid, but he kept a watchful eye on you so no one could intervene and ruin his stupid plans.

   But tonight was different. Even though you finished work at the usual hour, your boyfriend came to pick you up. And if that wasn’t enough to make Robert’s blood boil, he took you to his house. 

   And of course, the blonde prick didn’t take you to his house to draw coloring books. Like the gentleman he was, he took his time in taking your clothes off before laying you underneath him in his bed. And Robert couldn’t help but enjoy the show, watching how you mesmerizingly arched your back and scratched Steve’s back with your fingernails every time he reached a sweet spot. How you switched positions several times despite your long day of work and how tired you seemed to be. But apparently, all that fatigue flew out of the roof the moment a man who wasn’t him made you cum. 

   When you flipped Steve over and positioned yourself on top of him, Robert lost it. He sighed loudly when you placed Steve’s cock at your entrance and sank onto him, wasting no time in moving your hips back and forth so naturally beautiful. You used Steve for your own pleasure and were content on taking everything he had to give— and your boyfriend truly couldn’t be happier as his hands rested on your hips, his fingers squeezing your flesh not to control your movements, but to let you do your own thing as he simply held them there as a sign of possesion. Not for long, though. 

   A vein on Robert’s neck almost popped, and he knew he couldn’t wait any longer, and neither could his cock. His buddy was begging to be freed and relieve its ache into your pussy, his anger being a living proof that he won’t be gentle. 

   The thought of knocking didn’t even cross his mind as he broke the door handle and emerged into your home. He followed your scent until he reached the source, swinging the door open as he took in the sight of you and Steve covering yourselves with blankets, terrified and angry.

   “Who the fuck are you? The fuck do you want?” Steve yelled.

   Robert tried to calm his breathing as his gaze switched from Steve’s to yours. His hungry stare ate you alive, the muscles in your body clenching in fear. You swallowed two gasps; one after the other— when you saw his eyes on you and then the erection in his pants, starting to shiver even more. 

   “Her.”

   “No! Leave her alone!” Steve got up on his feet, uncaring that he was still butt-naked.

   “Sit down, prick.” Robert ordered, a yellow glow brightening his irises. Steve got back to where he sat before, his face expression unreadable as you stared at him in shock. Your hands reached him before you could stop them, tears blurring your vision as you shook his body desperately. You cried his name and begged for him to talk to you, to come back. But he was numb. It felt as if he was dead inside, but yet, breathing. 

   “What did you do to him?” You blinked your tears away angrily, teeth clenching so hard into each other your jaw hurt. 

   “Nothing you should worry about, sweets.” 

   You gulped in fear, holding the blanket close to your chest. The worst part of this was that you had no clothes on. He had easy access to whatever he must want from you and you were helpless against him.

   “Come here, pretty thing. I wanna get a good look at what’s mine.”

   “No.” You said immediatelly.

   Robert looked around the room and took a deep breath to calm himself down. His patience was little to non-existent and you were making this harder for yourself.

   His eyes returned to you. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

   You slowly got up from the bed, the blanket falling off your now exposed body. You didn’t break eye contact as you made your way towards him, and when you stopped to come nose to nose with him, you realized what just happened.

   “W-What did you d-do?” You covered your breasts, unable to look at him.

   His knuckles touched your cheek. “What I wanted you to.”

   “N-no… W-who are you?” You backed away slightly only for him to grab the side of your jaw and pull you back.

   “Now, now… Curiosity kills the cat.” His rough grip on your face was enough of a warning to stay still.

   “I have wanted you… for so long…” his fingers travelled lower down your collarbone and you resisted the urge to flinch, “…and now, you’re mine.”

   The bed began to creak and before you could turn your gaze to Steve, both his hands came to cradle your face and keep your eyes on him. “Shh, he’ll be fine.”

   “Let me-“ You struggled against his grip. His hold on your cheeks became rougher and you trembled. “Shut. The fuck. Up.” He shook you abruptly. “Okay? Just shut up.”

   Even though your eyes screamed obedience, he knew your entire attention wasn’t on him and your ears stayed sharp, so he took away your senses. His mouth pressed roughly onto yours and immediatelly demanded entrance inside it. His tongue swept past your lips and when you didn’t respond to his request fast enough, his nails pressed into your neck as a warning. You opened your mouth and let him take control as you joined him in a passionate kiss. The bristles of his beard scratched your heated cheeks as his tongue touched yours more determined, more curious about your taste. It quickly became addictive and you surrenderred unwillingly to the feeling, reaching his body to drag him against you until his clothed figure shielded your naked skin from the cold.

   Before you could get absolutely lost in lust and never return, you gasped for air as you broke the kiss, desperately trying to find your words. “Please don’t kill him. I’ll do whatever you want. Please. Leave him alone. I’m begging you.”

   Oh, how pretty you sound. Robert’s heart almost melted here and there.

   “Oh, you will do as I say anyway, baby. But I’ll keep him alive, for your sake. Just because I don’t wanna break your poor little heart yet…” He played with your hair and as you calmed down and thought about trusting him, the same yellow glow crossed his eyes once again.

   “W-what are you doing?” You wanted to back away but the sudden feeling of his arm around your waist stopped you.

   “Shh, baby. It’s gonna be okay. You’re gonna love me… and you’re gonna let me feed on you…” he began to whisper promises, his gaze trapping you in. The voices in your head were getting quieter and it seemed like they were running away, unintelligible whispers ringing in the back of your head like echos. The space in your brain was getting bigger but emptier at the same time, “…and we’re gonna live a happy life. You’re gonna be so obedient and pretty. Like a trained puppy, won’t ya?” He smiled, trying to coax you into nodding your head. He was pleased when you returned the gesture.

   “And I’m gonna mark you everywhere. Use you whenever I want, wherever I want… and you won’t say a word against it, will you?”

   As the hand on your waist started drawing circles gently into your skin, the one that left your face travelled lower along his gaze until it rested on your breast. His fingers traced the outline of it, gently scratching the sensitive skin with the tip of his fingernail to harden your nipple and raise goosebumps after its trail. He teased the area surrounding your nipple and barely payed any attention to it, and you felt yourself on the verge of begging again.

   “Please.”

   “Mhm,” he murmured in content, catching your lips in for a kiss, “let’s get outta here, beautiful.” He smiled at you, going over to the dresser to grab a long raincoat.

   “Baby?” You asked on a shaky tone.

   “Yes?”

   “Who is he?” You pointed towards the sleeping man on the bed.

   “A friend of mine, sweets. Doesn’t matter.” He handed you the raincoat as you took it, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. “But baby, I’m still naked underneath.”

   “Just like you need to be. Don’t question it.”

   “Oh, alright. Sorry, baby.”

   You put the coat on, smiling at your boyfriend after you finished. You reached out to him, offering your hand, which he took in his as he interwined his fingers with yours, your smile widening in happiness.

   “Let’s get you home.”

   You trailed behind Robert, curiously analyzing the building you were in. It was cold in here, and every step you took echoed in between the great dirty walls. The floor was damaged, shards of glass and even mud everywhere.

   “Baby, where are we?”

   He stopped around the corner, trapping you in between the wall and him. “Home.”

   A look of disgust appeared on your face. He may have erased your memories but he couldn’t get rid of your reflexes. “It doesn’t look nice.” You pouted, dissapointed.

   “You’ll get used to it.” He sighed, his hands unbuttoning your raincoat as he let it fall at your feet.

   “Now,” he smiled, placing a hand on your shoulder to lower yourself on your knees, “be a good girl and suck my dick.”

[romancherry]

𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗳𝗮𝘀𝘁

pairings ➝ ari levinson x female!reader

summary ➝ ari wakes you up early to eat his breakfast. 

warnings ➝ smut, mention of spanking, pussy eating from behind, oral sex (f receiving), hint at blowjob, 18+, MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT!

word count ➝ 1,097

author’s note ➝ god this one was hard. i had to watch a video on ph to make it as descriptive as possible 🤣

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   Your deep slumber was rudely interrupted by the feeling of a few featherlight smooches placed on your neck, your shoulders, and then your back. You didn’t want to wake up so soon; it was too early. Even though you haven’t opened your eyes yet, you could feel the warmth of the sunlight peeking through the window that touched your eyelids. In addition, you know your husband. He always wakes up early. 

   “Go away.” You murmur angrily, kicking your toes against the mattress in protest. You were layed in your favourite position to sleep, one leg thrown over the pillow, another one spread further ahead from the edge of the bed as your soft breasts got trapped between your body and the sheets. 

   “But you look so cute like this,” he whines sweetly, trying to persuade you in doing exactly what he wants, “I couldn’t resist.”

   After a night of exhausting and rough love-making, you thought maybe Ari’s appetite was finally sated. But apparently, you were wrong. 

   Goosebumps raised in anticipation as his mouth travelled lower down your back; wet & messy kisses placed one by one on your lower back, content on finding its destination in between your thighs.

   Ari spreaded your legs wider to get a better view at your glistening pussy and sore ass, still sensitive from the last night’s assault. Your man indeed loves a good spanking and some overstimulation. Once you started begging, he’d make sure he gives you what you want & more, enough to satiate your greediness.

   “Such a beautiful pussy you got, baby.” He praised, massaging your clit with his thumb, “How could you deny me a taste?” He pouts, using that whiny baby voice to show his dissatisfaction. 

   “I was sleeping.” You rolled your eyes, clearly not in the mood for teasing. 

   “You’re a little bit too mouthy this morning.” His voice was rougher and you knew you should stop talking back to him. The faster movement of his thumb upon your clit sends tingles all the way to your core and you want him to take care of them. 

   “I should stop what I’m doing and let you sleep,” he pinched your clit, parting your folds to gather new slick on his fingertips and spread it all over your pussy, “but you know what?”, his breath came closer to your core, and you could feel the longer hairs of his beard tickling your thighs. He took a deep breath in, filling his nostrils with the smell of your arousal; waiting a few seconds to process before surprising you with a hot, flat lick on your pussy, “You taste too fucking good.”

   You jumped forward when his tongue attacked your clit as his hands kept your hips still to keep his face pressed against your bottom. You moaned loudly when his tongue touched all the right spots, messily devouring you from the inside as the sheets from beneath you crumbled under your fingertips. 

   First, he started by licking all the juices coating the surface. Your folds, your clit, even between your thighs. The long, hot stripes of his tongue covered enough surface to clean you up quickly. He travelled from the exterior to interior, biting the sides of your thighs and sucking on the flesh briefly to give you an ounce of pain as punishment for the backtalk from earlier. And then, his course changed, starting to trace a path of wet kisses from your asshole to finally, your clit. His tongue carved a map of your pussy, leaving no place undiscovered before wrapping his lips around your clit. He sucked on the hood roughly, his moans sending vibrations straight to your belly. Your pussy fluttered in excitement when his thumb pulled the clitorical hood up to reveal the sensitive nub which he attacked immediately. You barely had time to think before your sensitive little nub was dragged between his lips. Ari tried to keep his eagerness in check, aware that you were still sore from last night, so he altered between gently sucking on your pearl and licking the tiny bundle of nerves quickly from side to side, back & forth, until you came on his tongue with a scream, pushing yourself back against his face to encourage him not to stop, thing he noticed. He kept assaulting your raw clit until you stopped screaming, helping you get through your high. 

   His job wasn’t finished, though. His tongue aimed lower until the tip of it reached the entrance, and as he found it, he immediately pushed his tongue inside your cunt, your walls squeezing the muscle as if it was his dick. With the help of his two fingers— which he used to part your folds to create easier access to your hole— his tongue was able to drive deeper, faster into your pussy. He pounded your cunt with his tongue just like he did with his cock, absolutely devouring it from the inside until your juices ran down his chin, coating his beard. His bottom lip was smashing against your folds as he sloppily ate you out, and he used every bit of his energy to grind his face against your pussy, the roughness of his fluffy beard scratching your thighs and leaving red marks behind which soon started to burn. To cease the irritated feeling and replace it with pleasure, you pressed your palm against the mattress and proped yourself up to have enough power to press your ass against him, riding his face as he moaned in approval. 

   The added sensation of roughness, the sloppy makeout of his tongue, his grip on your hips tightening as well as the sounds emanating deep within his chest which travelled with lightning speed all across your pussy— you couldn’t help but shut your eyes closed as the second wave of an orgasm crushed over you, your head pressed roughly against the sheets as you screamed your pleasure into the pillows and filled his mouth with your lust. Your belly tightened in seconds as all of the muscles inside you pushed your orgasm out and on his tongue, your spend coating his tastebuds as he lazily drank it all up. 

   Once he separated his lips from your pussy, he dropped next to you and sighed. “Was it worth your while, sugar?” His voice was raspy and hoarse, a blessing to your ears. 

   “Mhm.” You hummed in approval, raising yourself from the bed to make your way mischievously to sit between his parted legs, watching him moan and throw his head back as you wrapped your hand around his hard cock. 

[romancherry]

𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗰𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿

pairings ➝ paul diskant x detective!reader

summary ➝ you and paul take your frustrations out on each other after a successful mission. 

warnings ➝ smut, angst, hate fuck, enemies to lovers, AU where Paul is not engaged, mention of guns, heavy explicit language, insults, mention of violence, verbal abuse, mention of bleeding lip, makeout, choking, dirty talk, blowjob, degradation kink, pet names, face slapping, breath play, praise kink, face fucking, manhandling, slapping, hickeys, rough sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, spit kink, hair pulling, breast play, daddy kink, creampie, 18+, MINORS: DO NOT INTERACT!

word count ➝ 3,654

author’s note ➝ this is the 1/3 stories i wrote for @navybrat817 & @stargazingfangirl18′s Shameless Hoes for Chris Challenge 2021 !! all i have to say is that the prompts listed below were chosen by spinning the wheel (in that specific order), and i simply cannot put into words how everything blended together perfectly 🤣 with that being said, happy reading! 💕

chosen prompts: Paul Diskant + fake dating + “You’ll be lucky if you can sit for a week by the time I’m done with you.”

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   “I hope you’re ready for this. Both mentally and physically.” 

   Your coworker failed to encourage you as you gave him a warning glance to shut his mouth. This is your first undercover mission ever and you can’t afford any distractions or added stress to stand in your way. Especially since the person they set you up with is the one you hate most in the entire world. 

   Paul Diskant. One of their best detectives— if not the best— and a complete douchebag. You could write a book about how much he annoys you, but he’s not worth it. His stubborness blends perfectly with the arrogance and overly-confident impression that he’s always right, along with a sprinkle of bad jokes and trust issues. The number of uncomfortable questions this guy has asked you since you got this job could build a mountain. 

   You unclench your fists when a slap on your shoulder wakes you up from the immense rage that build up in your body just by thinking of him, turning around to your friend, confused. “He’s here.”

   You straighten your posture in an attempt to seem powerful and prepared for what’s about to come, watching your partner make his way to you along Captain Jack Wander, the mastermind of this opperation. 

   “Captain,” you greet, “Paul.”

   “Detective,” your boss nods, “you look wonderful. Ready for the job.”

   “I bet.” You hear Paul whisper, fighting the urge to roll your eyes at him.

   “Thank you Sir, indeed I am.” It would be a lie to say that Paul wasn’t surprised at your ignorance of him, since you always had something to spit back whenever he annoyed you. 

   “Good, because this job won’t be easy. As you know, Boss Kim, the head of the Korean mafia, will throw a business party tonight at Los Globos in order to form alliances. You will play the roles of Duke Cunningham and Amanda Morgan, two mobsters who rule over Skid Row, looking to expand territory. Your reputation is based on being a good duo. Your work together as a team and the trust and devotion you hold for each other make you admirable in the illegal world since many gangsters are keeping their loved ones away from danger, afraid to show any sign of vulnerability. The love you feel for each other is both a blessing and a curse, to be more exact.” 

   “I think it’s only curse.” Of course he couldn’t keep his thoughts to himself. You were surprised he made it this far.

   “My only curse is you,” you start, turning to face him, “the mission hasn’t even started and I can’t wait for it to be over.”

   “First time I agree with you,” he comes nose to nose with you, “since you’re always wrong.”

   “That’s enough!”

   You both focus your attention on the Captain who tries his best to control his anger. “You can’t allow your immaturity to get the better of you. It will ruin the mission and your lives—”, he caught a much needed breath, “Please, for one night, focus on something bigger than your egos. If you make it back to the hotel— and I pray to God you will— I’ll give you green light to break each other’s necks.” 

   The promise he makes rises a spark within you. If your reward consists in ripping Paul’s hair off, game on. 

   After Jack leaves the room, Paul comes behind you and leans close to your ear. 

   “Don’t stand in my way.” 

   It was a threat. Clearer than water. 

   Oh, this is going to be fun. 

   You got out of the car gracefully, trying not to look down to check for any waldrobe malfunction as you accepted Paul’s extended arm, wrapping your own hand around it and making way to the club.

   The entrance wasn’t even in your view before a crowd set their eyes upon you, most likely staring at the innapropriate black dress which wasn’t only incredibily short, but also revealed the shiny leg chain dangling on your bare thigh. Whispers coated your ears as you tried to listen to each of them in particular, a feeling of triumph bringing a smile to your face at the envious words spoken behind your back. 

   After the guards gave you access inside the club, a stone out of many was lifted off your heart. This was only the first step, you shouldn’t get too excited. 

   Paul looks as calm and calculated as you do, towering at full height next to you and seeming nor too intimidating or too friendly, portraying his character to perfection. You didn’t even chat on the ride here, both focused on your own part of the job. 

   You brushed some strands of hair out of your face, looking around the bar before muttering into the microphone, “Romeo.” for ready. 

   “Romeo? Is that a new pet name for your boyfriend?” 

   You turn around calmly, eye to eye with the exact person you were looking for.

   “Kim, still the same old jokes.” You remark specifically for Paul and the team on the other line to hear you.

   “They’re still golden,” he laughs along with you, “How are you, Morgan? Does this prick bother you?”

   He was talking about Duke, and you try to think quickly. “He wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t.” Entirely accurate.

   “Not enough to make you leave him, though,” Paul tenses a bit and he isn’t sure why, “how are the kids?”

   Kids? What kids?

   “Locked and secure. I personally polished them two days ago after checking the ammo.” Hell, please work.

   Kim lets out a long laugh before locking eyes with you, “God, you never change. Still having an obsession for guns, I see.”

   “How could I not?” You continue, proud of yourself for not hesitating and reading the information files full of everything you need to know in order to play Morgan.

   “Well, you two have a great night. Enjoy yourselves and if there’s anything you need, call for me.” Kim shakes hands with Paul and then pulls you into a hug, “I’m really glad you’re here.” He whispers before giving your waist a short squeeze and leaving you and Paul alone. 

   “What was that?” Paul asks in concern.

   “I don’t know, but it worked.”

   “I can’t fucking believe we did it.” You jumped in excitement inside the hotel room, paying no mind to the heels you were still wearing. 

   “Yeah, you did pretty well.” Did he just congratulate you?

   “Could’ve done better though.”

   “Excuse me?”

   “You had a few distractions. Caught you staring elsewhere, unfocused. Sometimes you hesitated. It’s your first mission, I get it, but try and correct those mistakes so they don’t cost our lives next time.”

   “What the fuck? You’re the one to talk?” you began shouting, “I can’t even count on my fingers the number of times you completely disconnected from the world. The entire night it felt like your mind was somewhere else. If somebody detected us, it would’ve been your fault.”

   “I was searching the place, cautious about our whereabouts. A thing you forgot to do, rookie.”

   “Yeah, you were so preocupied with checking every single whore’s butt in the club that you forgot about what was next to you. Every time you kissed my cheek it was like you fought the urge to puke.”

   “Maybe because I was. You disgust me.” 

   Ouch. 

   You tried to hide the sadness and dissapointment in your heart and replace it with anger. He shouldn’t know he hurt you, he doesn’t deserve it. For some reason, the hatred he has for you matters, because for the first time you don’t know what you’ve done wrong to make him hate you so much.

   You want to ask why. What’s his problem, why is he like this, but that meant you cared about his opinion and besides, you don’t need him around you. You intended to speak with your boss about never working with him after tonight.

   You slowly put one foot in front of the other, careless about invading his personal space. You didn’t give a shit. 

   “You know what? Since you always remind me how much you hate me, how about it’s my turn.”

   “Go on.”

   His eyes narrowed in curiosity, yours just widened as your tongue darted out to plump your lips with wetness, ready to spit venom. 

   “You’re a shitty colleague, and an even shittier person,” his expression remained the same, “you feel like you owe the world. Like you control everybody and you’re better than everybody,” he nods, “but you’re just a piece of trash dumped on the street.”

   “Filthy. Ugly. Unimportant. Used by your girlfriend until she left you.”

   He backed you off and pushed you until your back was against the wall. He caged you between his body and the bricks, cheeks red full of frustration and the dangerous look on his face— like he was ready to hit you— made you smile. You finally got to him.

   “You better watch your mouth.” He warned, his jaw clenched, daring you to continue. And you’d be a fool if you wouldn’t.

   “Fragile ego, Paul? What, you’re mad I mentioned your girlfriend? Oh, sorry, ex-girlfriend...”

   “What? Still got feelings for her?” You tilted your head to the side. “Understandable, I would too if I were you. She’s beautiful, kinda cute with that blonde hair,” his chest pressed against yours, a final warning, “and that gorgerous, round ass.”

   His hand flew up to your neck, applying enough amount of pleasure to remind you of his strength and what he could do to you. It was enough room to breathe, so you weren’t scared. Even better said, you were curious. Excited; about what he could— would— do.

   “Shut the fuck up.”

   “Make me.”

   His lips pounced on yours before you could blink, a harsh, rough attack on your mouth as you kept it closed. He demanded entrance in a violent way, opening your mouth with force as he bit hard on your lower lip, tugging it between his teeth so he could sneak his tongue in the space between your bleeding lip and teeth. Your mouth opened on instinct, accepting his intrusion and it took a few seconds before you actually responded. The moment you did, his grip on your neck tightened and his entire body was pressed against yours, taking your breath away as you got completely squeezed between what felt like two massive, brick walls. Your tongues didn’t dance or waltz— they went straight to battle, but you weren’t sure what you were fighting for. The only thing you knew was that this damned asshole of a detective had some shit ton of practice as he worked his mouth expertedly against yours. Your mind was suddenly filled with wonder, thinking about how it would work on your clit. 

   It is easily the fealthiest kiss you’ve ever had in your life— not sure if it was filled with passion or some kind of twisted, longing need he must be hiding within him since he stopped choking the life out of your lungs and instead cradled your jaw in his palm, tilting your head to the opposite side for easy access. He didn’t only taste you— he devoured your mouth, eating your guts away as he replaced your saliva with his. It was messy, needy and it made your belly flutter with butterflies. He wanted you to shut up and when you didn’t comply, he literally took matters into his own hands. 

   “You taste sweeter than you behave. What a shame.” He mocks after breaking the kiss, immediately missing his plump lips massaging yours. 

   “Well, I can’t say the same. You’re still an asshole, in and out.”

   “Fucking mouthy bitch,” he pushes you down, knees hitting the carpet with an impact which made it hard to balance yourself. “How about I put that mouth to good use?” He unbuckled his belt with a purpose, not fumbling even once as his cock bounced in front of you. He looks fucking delicious, long and thick with veins coating the underside, glossy mushroom tip, full of leaking precum. His cock looks glorious, and you fight the urge to open your mouth immediately at the sight. It was a lollipop you couldn’t wait to suck until there was nothing left.

   “Open.” He commanded, grabbing the base of his cock to guide it against your lips. You simply stared at him, lips pressed together. 

   “Oh, don’t play hard to get now, sweetheart. I know you want it.” He slapped the tip on your mouth, precum smearing all over them. You were still in defiance. And he wasn’t having it. 

   He slapped your cheeks with his cock before trying to push the tip inside your mouth again, and again, and again, until his patience vanished and he grabbed your nose, squeezing it together so that when you gasped for air, he’ll replace your oxygen with a big dick. “Come on, give it to me. Don’t be a bitch.”

   You began to feel lightheaded as you struggled to breathe. You knew the moment you open your lips you’ll regret it. He won’t go easy on you, you can see it in his eyes, but maybe you want to gag and choke around his cock a bit, have him fuck your mouth.

   “Come on, open n’ get your treat.” He slapped your lips one last time before you took a big gasp for air, thankful for him giving you this allowance before he pushes his cock entirely in your mouth, a short thrust that didn’t give your gag reflex time to process.

   Opposite to earlier, you opened your mouth nice and wide, sticking your tongue out as long as you could, unashamed of how much of a whore you may seem right now. For a guy with a dick like this you’d bend over without question.

   “Oh, knew you want it,” he pushes in slowly, letting you adjust, “what a good girl.”

   This was the first time you received a praise from him. Ever. It had such a powerful impact on you, confidence sweeping through you as you closed your lips around his cock and began sucking and bobbing your head up and down instantly. All hatred for this man was long forgotten; you’d let him do anything to you.

   “Fuck, that’s right. Give me that mouth.” He let you work on his cock, watch how greedy you get and to what lengths you want to go before he fucks your throat like it deserves to. He placed both hands on your head, not to push it down but to take your hair into a fist and keep it away from your face so you could suck him with no distractions. His head fell back when he felt your hands play with his balls, massaging them so fucking gentle and good while literally gagging on his dick made it hard for him to hold back.

   He thrusted inside your mouth once to check. Twice to make sure you’re okay before you looked him up in the eyes and placed your hands on his thighs, a signal to just fucking take what he wants and use you for his pleasure. After you gave him green light, there was no restraint or hesitation as his hips bucked rapidly forward, his balls slapping roughly against your saliva coated chin. His cock made your throat hurt so good, the only thing you want right now is for him to finish inside your mouth so you could swallow it all before bending over for him and let him fuck you like an animal.

   He pulled his cock and rested it on your tongue, fisting the tip with his fingers. “Suck.” You obliged, sealing the head between your lips nice and tight as you sucked greedily, your hands squeezing his balls gently as his cum ran down your throat. You drinked it all as he emptied an impressive amount of load, his eyes glistening with tears at how amazing you are, better than he dreamed.

   “That’s a good fucking girl,” you raised on your legs, “see? You can put that mouth to better use after all.” He claimed your mouth again, tasting himself on your tongue as his own danced with yours gently, his heart fluttering wildly in excitement at what the night is about to bring.

   You broke the kiss, staring into his eyes with a blurred vision as the neediness became too much to bear, and for a second he was afraid he hurt you. You leaned into his touch as a hand touched your cheek, still looking at him with so much desire and admiration like you were begging for him to save you. “Please fuck me,” you begged softly, “I need it.”

   He wasted no time in manhandling you on the bed, your face hitting the mattress before you could place your elbows on it.

   He came up behind you, slapping your ass a few times as you moaned loudly. He kneaded your plump flesh and played with the giggly cheeks in his hands, lowering his face so he could suck a bruise into them.

   “What a gorgerous ass. A perfect view.” He leaned back to admire, “Get on all fours.”

   You complied quickly, brushing your hair to the side as you felt the bed dip below you. He nudged your legs wider, making room for his body to fit in between them. He parted your asscheeks once again to catch a full live display of your bare pussy, almost drooling at the sight.

   “Fuck, I’m gonna ruin you.” He said on a dangerously low tone, serious and rough as a shiver crawled up your spine. He took hold of your hair, forming a ponytail in his hand before you felt the blunt tip slowly push against your entrance.

   “Oh, look at that cunt sucking me in. I think she loves me more than you hate me, honey.”

   Your jaw dropped open when he bottomed out and stilled inside of you. He was so huge and thick he could rip your poor pussy apart, the delicious burn of his cock throbbing against your walls as they adjusted.

   “Such a tight fucking cunt, can’t get enough of it.” He began moving inside you deep and slow, trying to keep his eagerness in check. “You’ll be lucky if you can sit for a week by the time I’m done with you.”

   “Oh, please Paul. Please fuck my pussy. Want your cum.” You begged, grabbing a tight hold of the sheets below you as he lost all sense of control and started rutting into you with purpose, your slick running between your thighs and making his cock all shiny and wet.

   “That’s right, take my cock, you fucking bitch.” He pulled back on your hair as you let out a scream of pleasure, not holding back your moans by any means as you were content on making the entire hotel know you’re getting your back blown. “What a tight fucking cunt. Maybe I should fuck you into oblivion more often, you spoiled brat. You always defy me, but that’s over now.” He bended over you, his face close to yours as he stood on his legs with his knees next to your hips, the new angle driving his cock deeper, harsher, rougher inside your pussy. “You’re gonna shut the fuck up and obey me. Take everything I give you.” He bit on your lip as a hand travelled across your neck, wrapping his fingers around it gently and applying delicious pressure at the sides. “What a good fucking pussy.”

   You came around him with a choked moan, unconsciously sticking your tongue out and inviting him to spit on it, and he happily obliged. “Swallow.” You cooed when you swallowed it, eyes closed shut as you bit on your lip and crumbled underneath him.

   His hands were everywhere but at a single place at the same time, one of them sneaking underneath your body to cup your breast, playing with the hardened nipple between his fingers as the other kept messing with your breath. The sensation was enough to make you coat his dick again in your juices, yelling his name as tears fell on your cheeks.

   “God, squeezing the life out of me,” he placed himself back on his knees, not sure he can keep his orgasm at bay for much longer. “You gonna let me cum inside this pussy? Fill you up with cream?” He slapped your ass sharply, a gasp leaving your mouth.

   “Yes, yes please! Stuff me w-with cum, Daddy, please… Oh, so good.” You mumbled as you struggled to balance on your arms, feeling another powerful orgasm coming up.

   “Yeah? Gonna let me fill you up to the brim?” He continued, his fingers digging into your hips as he manipulated your body to his will, making you meet him in between thrusts.

   “Yes! Please, fuck my tight little pussy. Jus’ like that. Daddy!”

   “Fuck.” He cursed as he adjusted his legs, one of them knelt on the bed while the other was dipping the back of the foot into the matress, a better position for the speed and force he needed to pound into you in order to give you both the most amazing orgasm of your lives.

   Your walls constricted around his cock immediatelly at the sudden change of position, the deeper drive of his dick into your abused G-spot triggering a faster, stronger orgasm. You shattered around his cock as he filled up your pussy just as he promised, the warmth of his cum comforting you as it made it’s way out of your whole and dripped between your thighs.

   He pulled out of you carefully, still trying to come down from his high. You recovered faster than him though, turning around to jump into his lap, his back against the headboard.

   “Now it’s my turn. Lay on your fucking back.”

[romancherry]

𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀

pairings ➝ ransom drysdale x female!reader

summary ➝ boy, i’m tryna meet your mama on a sunday. then make a lotta love on a monday.

warnings ➝ smut, explicit language, dirty talk, degradation kink, light slapping, pet names (sweetheart, baby, sugar), choking, semi-public sex, creampie, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, rough sex, fingering, sir kink, overstimulation, oral sex (f receiving), reader being manipulative & two faced, 18+, MINORS: DO NOT INTERACT!

word count ➝ 1,379 

author’s note ➝ i couldn’t be more in love with ransom than i am now

do NOT repost, reupload, translate or plagiarize my work. 

   “So, my dear, what do you do for a living?” Linda asks you, an eyebrow raised on her face before taking a bite of the meal in front of her.

   “I’m an art school student in my senior year. I plan on becoming a designer.” You answered politely, sounding quite confident of your choice. 

   “That’s interesting! Maybe you could give us some tips on how to redecorate the old kitchen,” Joni made her way into the conversation, “we thought about changing it into an office instead. My office, to be more specific.” She pulled her hair aside in a rather dramatic way, making Ransom roll his eyes, action you saw by mistake and almost made you laugh. 

   “Sure, if that’s what you want. I’d be more than happy.” You remembered to give an answer, taking a small bite of food.

   “There will be no need for that. We have yet to decide on-” 

   “How did you and Ransom meet?” 

   The teenager across from you interrupted Linda from spitting any more venom, turning everybody’s attention on you. 

   You gulped the food in your throat nervously, trying to find a reasonable answer. An appropriate lie. 

   “Fuck, look at you. Such a dirty slut, moaning like a bitch in a dark alley.” He mocked you, and even though you couldn’t catch a full glimpse of him with your vision blurred with tears, you knew that cocky grin which charmed you was present on his face, wide and proud.

   Your head bounced against the brick wall painfully each time he impaled you on his cock, the pain shooting in the back of your head stopping you from going insanely cockdrunk on a dude whose name you still don’t know yet. 

   He slapped you on the cheek gently, waking you up temporarily, “You still there, sweetheart? ‘My cock too much for you to take?” he asked before wrapping his fingers around your throat and place his available hand under your ass to keep you steady against the wall to have more control over his thrusts. “C’mere, you gon’ hurt yourself.” He applied a delicious amount of pressure along the sides of your throat, cutting your air flow just enough for you to become lightheaded & cause your pussy walls to clench around his cock— thing he, of course, noticed. “You gon’ cum, little bitch? Cream all over this big dick while gettin’ choked?”, he laughed mockingly, “Go on. Make a mess.” 

   His words gave you a green light to which you desperately passed over, his speed increasing and with it, the sound of your cunt clamping around his cock, greedily sucking him in while your juices caused the most obscene, yet embarassing sound. 

   You came with a loud scream, your channel becoming so tight around his dick it felt like you were strangling him, just like he did to your neck. Your pussy walls milked him for all its worth, his spend rapidly flowing between your tighs while you both came down from your high. 

   “My name’s Ransom, by the way.” 

   “We actually met-”

   “At one of Harlan’s book launch. I wanted to buy an original copy from the library and that’s where I found Ransom.” You quickly stopped Ransom from coming up with a bullshit lie or even worse, tell everybody the truth since he was unashamed of his lifestyle and didn’t give a single shit about what his family thought of you both. 

   “I didn’t know Ransom knew what a library is.” Jacob raised his eyes from the phone for a second to make a joke to which a few people at the table resisted not to laugh, fact that didn’t go unnoticed by Ransom and you could see the annoyed look on his face, daring them to say another word. 

   “He does. And he was more than kind to offer to buy me the book and a drink after spilling coffee on my favourite t-shirt and making a few bad jokes.”

   “Wow, Ransom, didn’t take you for a gentleman.” His father made a sarcastic comment, clearly not buying this story.

   “Oh, come on, Richard. Not even the meanest douchebags could walk away from this beautiful lady. Maybe she awakened some sense into Ransom’s head.” Linda, on the other side, appeared to seem pleased with your made-up story. 

   “Well, I guess if there’s one person to put Ransom’s qualities in the light rather than his bad sides, it’s her. And for that, we’re greateful.” Joni was on Linda’s side, convincing the rest of the table to give into your (what appeared to be) good, clever & polite demeanor and trust the words you were saying. If only they knew.

   Your fake smile met Ransom’s pure expression of pride, his glance telling you wordlessly that you did well. After all, you had the best teacher.

    Ransom taught you about the world and the people living in it more than your parents ever could. You learned how to read and manipulate them to your liking, all while keeping a kind, innocent mask on your face. Not only did Ransom transform you into a strong, confident woman while also protecting your naive heart, he opened your eyes and convinced you life wasn’t pink for your own protection. His guidance helped you become aware of the people surrounding you, the ones you used to call ‘friends’, dumping toxic contacts out of your life to make way for genuinely healthy relationships. 

   There was also other things Ransom taught you; complete, utter satisfaction and immense pleasure. The number of things he showed you could do in the bedroom, how you could transform such an intimate moment into a lust consuming experience was mind blowing.

   “Such a smart little thing, aren’t you?” He taunted as his hand found peace between your legs, plunging two thick fingers before you could answer. “Who knew my innocent little girl was so good at lying. I should punish you for fooling my entire family, but fuck if I’m not proud of you.”

    Ransom took your innocence that night you met at the bar and kept it only for himself, reminding you every time the only person you need to show affection to is the one who really matters, and in that case, it was him. 

   His palm was bumping against your clit as his fingers furiously fucked through your channel, and you couldn’t help but predict an orgasm building quickly inside your core, threatening to burst out any second. 

   “Fuck, Sir, s-so close...” your lips trembled along with your fingers which desperately tried to hang onto something, but the door behind you provided little to no support. 

   “What happend baby? Snapping already? My fingers fuckin’ you too good?”

   And if you were new to this, you’d probably think it’s a retorical question and keep the answer to yourself. But you knew better.

   “Y-yes, Sir. So deep...” You mumbled sweetly, your high pitched moans escaping every time his fingertips brushed against that particular spot which made you see stars. 

   “Go ahead and cum then. Keep delivering those sweet juices so I can lap them all up, clean your pussy nice and pretty before I make a mess again.” 

   His words tipped you over the edge, cumming like it’s the first time in your life as you rode his fingers through your orgasm. But even though your hips stopped moving, his fingers did the exact opposite. Ransom maintained his rhythm and the next thing you knew, your pussy was clamping around his fingers once again.

   “S-sir, w-what are you doing?”

   “Keeping my promise, sweet girl.” He withdrew his fingers from your channel only to get on his knees and place your legs on his shoulders. “What do you think was the reason we left before dessert?” 

   You sighed, grabbing a hold of his hair as you kept eye contact while he kissed the inside of your thighs, slowly making way to your clit. You threw your head back against the door the moment he put your sensitive numb between his lips, sucking gently on it, your legs already shaking around his neck. 

   He released your clit with a gentle pop before licking his lips, “Better buckle up, sugar, ‘cause I’m gonna make love to you and this sweet girl right here from Sunday to Monday.”

[romancherry]

𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗲

pairings ➝ tfaws!bucky barnes x reader

summary ➝ on your birthday, bucky gives you gifts and promises.

warnings ➝ fluff, mention of murder, bestfriends who have feelings for each other, reader is 24 years old, a little sadness in the beggining, pet name (princess), ex!john walker

  word count ➝ 1,102

  author’s note ➝ this is my work for @sweeterthanthis​’ “Quote Me on It” writing challenge, joined in a little late but i put my brains to work and created this little oneshot! thank you lots for allowing me to enter & happy reading! <3

chosen prompt: 8. “He’s your first love. I intend to be your last. No matter how long it takes.”

do NOT repost, reupload, translate or plagiarize my work.

  Your outdoor bithday party was cut short due to a little unannounced cloudy weather. It should’ve been a nice, chill & breezy day, perfect for celebrating your 24 years of existence in your tiny backyard which you specifically payed extra attention and care for today. 

   After your guests gathered inside, you told them to get comfortable and think of drinking games to play since the sun has just set and there was plenty of time to waste having fun. 

   While you were cleaning up the tables, you caught a glimpse of the warm color of palettes painting the sky and realized that it was almost evening and Bucky still hasn’t come yet. 

   He promised he’d attend your birthday party by any means necessary, and although you knew Bucky always kept his promises, a part inside of you expected him not showing up despite the bright smile you faked when he told you he’ll come. 

   And truly, you understood why; he was an Avenger, for God’s sake. He was also busy with therapy and getting his amends done, making peace with himself and integrate into the new world; there was no way he had time for you. You don’t have the right to be mad or dissapointed at him after everything he’s done to help you and for sticking around at all costs; he was allowed to miss one stupid birthday. Yet, your heart couldn’t help but break a little at each passing minute without his presence. 

   You angrily prevented a tear from falling when you felt a hand settling on your shoulder, causing you to turn around violently and full of fear of the thought that someone had broken into your property; and that’s when you saw him. Standing there, a shy smile on his face and a hand hiding something behind his back.

   “Bucky!” You jumped in his arms, full of excitement, and Bucky couldn’t do anything else besides wrap his arms around your waist tightly, close his eyes and enjoy the moment. 

   “Oh my God! I didn’t think you’d make it!” You eventually broke the hug and took a step back to admire him, make sure he was real. 

   “I always keep my promises, don’t I, princess?” He asked sarcastically, raising an eyebrow before letting out a tiny chuckle along with you. 

   “Close your eyes.” He demanded gently and your confusion stopped you from doing as said. “Come on.” 

   A heavy thing was placed in your hand, immediately causing you to gasp and open your eyes. “Happy birthday, princess.” 

   You stared in disbelief at the journal you knew all too well— the one and only thing Bucky would never let you wander your curiosity into, always brushing you off and tackling you playfully when you wanted to put your hands on it— the very same thing that was placed into your hold right now. 

   “Bucky, I-” 

   “Open it.” 

   What else could there be? It was already perf-

   “BUCKY! No way!”

   The first page was covered by his beloved dogtags, and as you took them between your fingers, you noticed the handwritten message that said:

   For my precious girl. Thank you for allowing me to love you and bearing my hysterics. Happy birthday. I love you. 

   P.S. I know it’s hard, but please don’t rip it to pieces :x

   “Bucky, I- This is amazing! Thank you! Thank you so, so much!” You jumped into his arms once again, this time holding him as tight as you could, unable to keep your excitement at bay. 

   “You’re welcome, princess. I’m glad you like it.” He gave a genuine smile, his eyes glowing of happiness and fulfilment at his successful quest of giving you the best birthday gift. 

   “There’s one more thing, though...” He continued, hands in his pockets. 

   “What?”

   “John was discharged from the United States Army, but the council decided against a court martial. He was a little angry at first, but he came along.”

   Your smile shrinks a little, remembering of the moments when you found out your ex-boyfriend, John Walker, killed a surrendering Flag Smasher in Latvia. Even though you haven’t spoken since high school, there will always be a special place reserved for John in your heart, so you couldn’t help but be worried for him. Bucky knew, and he promised to update you on John as soon as possible. 

   “Seriously? That’s amazing. I’m so happy.” You said genuinely, a tear falling down your cheek. You felt more relaxed now, knowing he was well and safe. 

   “He also asked me about you. How you’re holdin’ up...” 

   “And what did you say?” You asked, holding the journal close to your chest.

   “...that I keep you happy.”

   You let out a chuckle. Bucky is making you very happy, indeed.

   “What, isn’t that true?” He sounded offended, so you quickly shushed him by putting the journal down on the table and wrapping your arms around his neck. 

   “It is.”

   “Then what are you laughin’ at, huh?” He teased as you felt the weight of his palms settling on your hips, drawing you so close your breath hitched.

   “Nothing.” 

   He drew you in like a magnet, the attraction you’ve felt towards him for a long time revealing itself under the form of a kiss. 

   The only time you’ve kissed was in your dreams, and it seems like he’s been having the same fantasies since the kiss goes on smoothly, naturally, like you’ve done this a million times before. His tongue dares to touch your bottom lip, shyly asking for permission to explore your mouth, which you gladly accept. His senses fill with everything that depends on you; your smell, taste, touch.

   He pulls out of the kiss slowly, immediately feeling the urge to dive back in, thought he brushes off because he can’t let himself become so quickly addicted to you.

   Or can he?

   “I know he’s your first love. I intend to be your last. No matter how long it takes.”

   He murmurs breathlessly against your lips before his resistance crushes and he smashes his lips against yours in a passionate, lustful kiss. A kiss that was a statement; 

   In that moment, Bucky Barnes made an unspoken promise to you; he’d make you his. Make you experience feelings John never could; go to such lengths of pleasure and desire that no man will ever cross your mind again. Keep you safe and happy in his protective embrace, making it a mission to only make you cry when he’s making you feel so good you’re numb. And you should buckle up for what’s about to happen— because Bucky Barnes always keeps his promises.

[romancherry]

𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲

pairings ➝ bucky barnes x female!reader

summary ➝ bucky can’t lose you to another. 

warnings ➝ angst, fluffy ending, hints to oral sex (f receiving), anxious!bucky, mention of pills, situations which imply stress, anxiety & panic, 18+, MINORS: DO NOT INTERACT.

word count ➝ 1,535

author’s note ➝ just casually messing with your emotions, y’know… the usual

do NOT repost, reupload, translate or plagiarize my work.

   Today marks 3 years since you and Bucky first met. So many days had passed in which you made his life a living hell or too good to be true, no in between. You were one of the few people who could stimulate each and every single one of Bucky’s nerves, either they were good or bad.

   In the beggining, it was so hard to try and get him to let you inside the limitless barrier of protection which surrounded his heart, but no attempt went unnoticed by Bucky. He noticed your efforts, and at first, he felt confusion and anger, his suspicions rising at a dangerous level and the urge to self-defense was strong. Because why the hell would anyone want to get to know him better? What were you, a spy? It felt like you were interrogating him whenever you asked him about himself. It took some time until he relaxed & a lot of reassurance and patience, but it was all worth it. Now, he wasn’t rejecting your suggestions at comforting and listening to him, he was craving it. You didn’t even have to say a word; he would come to you by himself— because he trusts you enough to handle his feelings and provide him with motivation, advice & support: The ‘must-have’ trio— as you both like to call it.

   Was there anything more to say? Bucky told you everything. Each thought that passed his mind— even if they were conspiracy theories or randomly letting you know how he was on the verge of crying after stepping on a daisy that was too small and tiny to see— was going through you first.

   Unfortunately… there was a liiiitle problem. He kept a secret from you. The one & only he would never let you find out about.

   Bucky Barnes was in love with you. He dreamt about buying you flowers every day, eat breakfast in bed with you— because he knew how to cook your favourite type of breakfast that you eat every single day & he always woke up before you—, watch how his t-shirt didn’t fit you at all and looked like a curtain on you, all those things.

   God, and the only thing he was scared about is you rejecting him. It would break his heart to hear a contradictory answer sweep past your lips, and the thought of damaging the special bond you shared and never be the same again made him suffer. So he chose to stay away, for the better good.

   And then you told him about your new boyfriend.

   Oh yes, baby. That boy he was cautious about; always overreacting when you mentioned him. That boy who really had no true intention of hurting you, just a kid at heart who almost passed away when you told him you like him too. First time he met Bucky his hands were trembling so hard he dropped his glasses and broke them, & Bucky was satisfied his intimidating plan worked, but then the boy started wearing contacts… aaaand things got worse.

   Bucky watched in disbelief how you slowly walked away from his protective embrace and slip into the hands of another for 3 years. And today, the same day in which you celebrate your 3 years of friendship, takes place the wedding.

   Oh, and he broke down in tears. His life was a misery when you announced the wedding. When he saw the invitation that had another name written down next to yours. He cried for 5 months straight how he never cried in his entire life.

   And he really wanted to attend the wedding; he really… no he didn’t. He couldn’t. His poor heart couldn’t take it. Bucky was ashamed and disgusted of that egoistic side of him that smiled and was satisfied with the tears that painted your cheeks the day he told you he wouldn’t come to your wedding. The dissapointment which made its way across your features and the heartbreak. It was the first time Bucky broke your heart, and despite how much you told him you hated him that day— your words never reached your soul.

   And now, sitting in the middle of the bed, eyes full of tears once again & dressed up in the suit he was supposed to wear to your wedding— fighting the cruelest, most barbaric battle of his life.

   The fight between soul & mind; heart vs brain.

   The heart said he needed to give it one last chance. To settle the deal. To throw everything on the table and risk it all. What more could he possibly lose? You were worth more to him than anything, he’d fight anyone for you; set himself on fire, if he must— just to see you happy.

   But she is happy, the mind said. You’re going to make a fool of yourself; she probably forgot about you— has a new husband, they already signed the papers. You’d destroy her special day. Her happiness.

   He spent too much time debating it and wasted a shit ton of gasoline hitting the breaks over and over & turning around whenever insecurity hit. And then impulsive thoughts striked again and he was a macho.

   But, the things we do for love, right? If you didn’t love him, then who else? What else was left of this world if it ended with you?

   He hit the breaks in front of the church, not even bothering to take a mental note to check the wheels later, jumping out of the car before the engine even stopped, got to his feet and ran.

   His heart was beating insanely fast, ticking like a bomb waiting to explode. Dust followed his footsteps and the suit he wore was so uncomfortable and tight due to the sweat like he hit the gym on some extra super-soldier juice.

   But nothing mattered now. Nothing but you. Nothing but getting in the way of your fate and play the last card he had. Faith. Faith in you doing the right decision.

   “I now pronounce you husband and wife.”

   He could hear the words even from so far away and he almost puked while moving. His speed only increased, if faster was even possible. Damn that hill and whoever decided to build the church there.

   Everything was loud in his ears. The super soldier could super-sense everything and all of his systems were working in chaos to provide him with all the help he needed. Vision was blurring, mouth agape, feet in desperate need of some rest, ears clogged, he couldn’t- it cannot happen-

   “You may kiss the br-“

   “No!”

   “Bucky?”

   The world shook around him, greater than an earthquake. Time stopped and for a moment, everything ceased to exist. He couldn’t hear his hearbeat anymore, the one that pounded into his ears like a portable speaker moments ago— was suddenly quiet. His senses stopped working and his feet were so tired they couldn’t move anymore— the brain didn’t give any command— and behind all this unexpected calm and quiet, deep inside resided inner chaos and malfunction. Something was broken. Something is wrong, and it causes panic and anxiety and-

   “Bucky, baby, wake up. Please. You’re scaring me.”

   “Honey?” He sighed, coughing immediately after as he didn’t realize the oxygen he needed in his system until now.

   “Yes, it’s me. It’s me, Bucky. It was just a dream.” You brushed away some damp hair that was stuck to his forehead.

   “I’m sorry. Did I startle you?” He slipped a hand underneath the blanket to place a warm hand on your belly.

   You smiled at him gently, continuing to play with his hair. “No, it’s alright. Are you okay?”

   “Yeah, just the usual.”

   “Did you take your pills before bed?”

   “I don’t remember.”

   You sighed in annoyance. “Oh, come on, Bucky. You can’t just forget about something like this.”

   “Hey, it was just a joke,” he defended amusingly, “don’t be so sensitive.”

   “Don’t tell me that.” You switched to annoyance, switching sides so your back was turned towards him, “I won’t talk to you for the rest of the night.”

   “Come on, sugar. Y’know I didn’t mean it.”

   “Whatever.”

   A few seconds of silence passed before you gave up to the ignorance of your husband. “You woke up the baby, asshole.”

   He let out a chuckle, turning you on your back gently to lower himself until he was face to face with your belly bump. “Did I bother you too, angel? Millions of apologies, little guy. ‘Should make up to you and your mother though. Huh? What do ya say?” Bucky played with the waistband of your pijama shorts, teasingly dragging it down while looking up at you innocently like you had no idea what devilish plan he had in his mind.

   “Bucky-“

   “Shh, baby. Lay back ‘n relax. Gotta apologize properly, should I?”

   And without another word, he goes to work and makes wonders with his tongue like he did a million times before, content on making you feel better and soothe any nerve he might’ve accidentally hit, finding comfort and peace between your legs because he knows he’s home, he’s happy & he has more than he could ever ask for.