#steve clark smut

[joes-sha-la-la-la-girl]

Gently

Steve Clark x Reader

Masterlist

This fic contains smut. Under 18s DNI

For @dreamy625

After dating Steve for a few weeks I had come to realise that he was an absolute sweetheart. At first I was sure that it was just a facade to get me into bed but after the way he had treated me, I found that he was just generally a very lovely person. Quiet at times but always ready with a witty remark or two.

Steve was the first person I had properly dated. There had been a few guys here and there but they never got further than a second date. Maybe my standards were too high, but more likely it was either they were too arrogant or egotistical to even register anything I had to say. 

With Steve there was none of that. By our fourth date, there was almost nothing left about my life that I could tell him, he had let me talk and waited patiently for his turn. A small grin on his face as I told him about stories of my childhood and how boring my job was compared to his. Despite all that talking we hadn’t yet run out of things to converse about.

As we were going to our fifth date, I thought of the past few weeks and how lucky I was to have been able to find someone as great as Steve. Of course I knew that he had his problems too, but when I looked past them I saw perfection personified. That’s why I knew that I was going to be making the right decision.

Our fifth date was in a little cafe that I had chosen. A small place that I had walked past many times but never ventured inside. It was a quaint little place, not something you would usually find along the streets of Sheffield but it was comfortable and the tea was wonderful. Me and Steve sat there for over an hour, just talking about whatever came to mind. There was not a single moment of awkwardness between the two of us.

“So when can I take you out again?” Steve asked as we prepared to leave.

“I’m not sure, I’ll have to give you a ring if that’s alright?” I asked him slightly unsure of myself.

“Of course. Can I walk you home?”

“Yeah sure.” I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear as the two of us fell into step. It was only about a ten minute walk back to my flat but it seemed like no time at all as the conversation with Steve continued. Our hands kept brushing against each other as they dangled down by our sides. Not that I minded all that much.

“This is me.” I spoke as we reached the entrance to the block of flats I lived in. “Did you want to come in?” I asked, looking up at him.

Giving a shy smile, he nodded and I opened the door so that we could walk up the few flights of stairs to my little home.

As I opened the front door I took a quick scan, making sure I hadn’t left any dirty plates or socks laying around for him to see. For once everything seemed tidy enough and I led Steve through to the sofa. 

“Can I get you something to drink?”

“Yeah please, what do you have?”

“Not much really.” I shouted through as I went into the kitchen. “Actually I think I only have water.”

Steve laughed from the sitting room. “Water’s fine.”

I quickly poured two glasses of water and made my way back to where Steve was sitting waiting patiently. Giving him a smile, I passed the glass over to him and sat my own down on the coffee table. I looked over at Steve and realised how close we were. It was almost subconscious the way we both leaned into the other.

As I felt his lips gently brush against mine, I immediately put pressure into it. The kiss was nothing like I had ever experienced before, not that I was very experienced anyway. Putting my hand on his cheek, I pulled him closer to me. Smiling into the kiss, I tried to hide the nerves that were threatening to take over.

When the kiss was over I couldn’t help but stare into his beautiful eyes. It didn’t take long for our lips to connect again, this time the kiss became deeper. Steve dragged me gently onto his lap as his long arms went around my waist holding me in place. The two of us stayed there for some time before his hands started making their way down from my waist to the hem of my dress.

Steve broke the kiss and looked at me questioningly. I swallowed harshly knowing that I would have to tell him at some point that I was a virgin.

“Are you okay?” Steve asked, sensing something was wrong.

Slowly climbing off of his lap, I sat next to him angled so that my knees were against his. Steve grabbed my hands in his, trying to look me in the eye, admittedly calming me down.

“Uh, yeah.” Looking down I decided that I would have to tell him. “Look, I don’t want to scare you off but I’ve never gone further than this before.”

“You mean you’re a…”

“A virgin? Yeah.”

“We don’t have to do anything yet if you don’t want to.” Steve reassured me with a smile.

“It’s not that I don’t want to Steve, it’s more I’m not sure how. I’m more than ready.”

“Will you let me take care of you tonight?”

I nodded my head and let Steve pull me up from the couch. Hand in hand we made our way through to my bedroom. Steve was walking backwards as I led him, neither of us breaking eye contact. When we got there, Steve pushed the door open and guided me inside before shutting the door again.

Moving over to the bed, Steve gently laid me down before crawling on top of me pressing his lips to mine. This time the lust was dripping off of him as he moved one of his hands down to my hip. I wrapped my arms around his neck, encouraging him to continue.

Slowly, articles of clothing got removed until I was left in my underwear and Steve was left in his boxers. 

“Are you sure love?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

With that Steve started to remove my bra, massaging my breasts gently before moving down to remove my knickers. I tugged softly at his boxers so that they fell down his long legs. Soon enough we were completely bare to each other for the first time. I couldn’t help the gasp that escaped me when I caught sight of his length. 

“It’s alright love.” Steve murmured as he stroked my cheek. “I’m gonna get you opened up first. This may be a little uncomfortable. Just let me know if you wanna stop.” 

“Okay.” I smiled, feeling slightly nervous. Steve then took the hand from my cheek and moved it down to my folds. He rubbed carefully at my clit until I felt myself getting wet. He inched one finger inside of me, the sensation a completely new one. Steve peppered kisses around my face as he started pumping and curling that one finger.

“You ready for another one?” 

“Please Steve.” I couldn’t help the slight whine in my voice.

The second finger caused a small sting. However, that soon disappeared when he moved it in sync with the first one. The small kisses continued and I felt myself creeping closer and closer to the edge. Steve must’ve felt it too as he pulled both fingers out of me when I started to clench.

“Not yet love, when I make you cum for the first time it’ll be on my cock.” Steve told me. Reaching across the floor he picked up his jeans and pulled a condom out of his wallet. I didn’t bother to question it and instead watched as he rolled it onto himself, discarding the packet on my bedside table. He moved both my legs around his waist to line himself up, then moved his hands to interlock with mine. “This might hurt, I’ll stop as soon as you say alright.”

“Okay.” I agreed.

I felt him push in and he was right, it did hurt. I gripped onto his hands as he paused halfway and allowed me to get used to the feeling.

“Please Steve.” I moaned when I was ready for more. With that he pushed all the way in. Once he had bottomed out, he gave me a passionate kiss.

“Let me know when you are ready for me to move.” Steve grunted out and I had to admit, it was one of the sexiest noises I had ever heard. “God you’re tight.”

After a minute or so of me adjusting to the stretch, the pain became more bearable. I squeezed his waist with my legs and looked directly into his eyes.

“You can move now.”

With that Steve started the gentle thrusting. There was care in each stroke, every movement he showed appreciation for me. 

“Fuck.” I moaned out, with a small squeal at the end. I saw Steve smirk slightly before I closed my eyes and allowed the pleasure to take over. The pain from before had almost disappeared completely.

“You feel so good Y/N.”

I started to rock my hips more and more, tightening my gripe on his hands as the two of us moved together. It was at that moment that my eyes flew open and rolled to the back of my head. Steve had hit the special spot inside of me that until that moment I hadn’t even realised existed.

“There it is.” Steve groaned as he started to pick up the pace slightly. The dance-like movements continued for a short period of time before I felt like I was going to burst.

“Steve, fuck.” I squealed. Steve knew exactly what I meant.

“Let go for me love.”

I did just that. Me clenching around Steve over and over again caused him to tip over the edge too. Steve rode out both our orgasms before collapsing on top of me. When our heavy breathing calmed down, he rolled off of me, taking the condom off and disposing of it.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, love.” He carried me to the bathroom, with my directions and let me pee as he got a washcloth sorted.

It wasn’t too long before the two of us ended up cuddled in bed, still exhausted from our previous activities.

“Thank you Steve. For making my first time so incredible.”

“You are more than welcome darling. It was my pleasure.”

[lillyrob]

Actual footage of me patently waiting for my favorite author to upload😫😫😫

[l1tw1ck]

thinking about guys and monsters with dicks too big for their own good

guys like: Soap, Ghost, Enji, All Might, Steve Rogers, Thor, Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Lucas Lee, Whoever You Want

* i dont really write for COD but the guys in there are HOT

top!masc reader

cw: size difference (smaller reader), smut

a monster with a huge dick made specifically for breeding finding himself laying against the cold stone floor of his cave with his cock slapping against his tummy while you, so much smaller than him, fuck him like he was born to be fucked.

or a strong, athletic guy with a six pack and a long list of suitors who wanna be dicked down by him. he doesn't understand how he ended up this way, how the mouth he used only to speak and bark orders in the bedroom ended up being used to suck your cock. How he ended up as a cocksleeve to the puny little assistant he used to tease all the time. How his long, thick, and veiny cock ended up becoming completely useless. How he ended up whimpering and moaning when you would tease him about it. About how cutely it's flopping around as you fuck him. Or how cute it is to see him humping a pillow with such a huge cock.

no one expected a man who towers over everyone and could easily split a person in half if he wanted to be a submissive little cockslut. It was shocking to see the stark difference in his appearance and personality once the alcohol hit. you never even considered him to be your partner, you thought he preferred to give. but what he really wants is to be used. no one would've ever imagined that he'd be so good at sucking dick. or how amazing he looks when he's in subspace

a monster who's very experienced when it comes to sex but extremely inexperienced when it comes to bottoming. a monster who laughs in your face for even suggesting that you top him. a monster who agrees to let you try, thinking you'd be far too small to make him feel good. a monster who merely chuckles confidently when you tell him it's the 'motion in the ocean' that matters. a monster who eats his words and gets his grin wiped off his face once you start eating him out. a monster who comes just from your tongue in his ass. a monster who begs for you to keep going. a monster who shakes the entire ground and scares off anyone nearby with his moans of pleasure. a monster who wishes his cock wasn't so big so he could see you better. a monster who creates a puddle of his own come thanks to a tiny human

[blue-sadie]

Good Morning

You wake up needing him

The rays of sunlight peaked through the curtains making both of your body's glow, the morning coldness left goosebumps all over your naked bodies and you enjoyed eachothers presences.

You were the one that woke up first, his hair was all messy some of it sticking to his forehead as he let out soft hums in his sleep, his arm was lazily settled on your bare thigh, his finger tips twitching every so often from his dream.

You stared at him as you sneakily moved your hand from his chest downward tracing your finger tips along his abs to his v line causing a shiver to run up his spine, then as your hand went further your breathe hitched he was already hard for you.

It was fairly easy to move yourself on top of him, your thighs straddling his waist as you raise yourself to take him in, the eager movements caused him to stir from his sleep his hands finding their places on your hips planting you down on top of him.

He would chuckle and speak to you with his raspy calling you a bad girl for not asking him first but he'd soon let you continue your actions, 1 orgasm turned into 2 then 3, you wanted this so your not going to stop intil I think you've had enough he would say as he puts his hands behind his head watching you bounce on his cock.

Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Clark Kent, Hal Jordan, Berry Allen, Jake Lockley, Marc Spector, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Stephen Strange

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

🔪Kinktober Masterlist🔪

✨Here’s me putting everything into one collection and also in order so I can actually realize what I’m writing and where it’s going because imma be dumb and post something twice I swear or not post at all and that just hurts my feelings✨

Anyway 😌

Day 1: Public sex

Sink or Swim - Eddie Diaz x Reader

Day 2: Collaring

Captured, with Love - Buddie x Reader

Day 3: Cock Warming

Farm Boy - Clark Kent x Reader

Day 4: Fingering

Summer break 1987 - Jim Hopper x Reader

Day 5: Obsession

I Was Made For Lovin’ You - Eddie Diaz x Reader

Day 6: Face Fucking

Bridgerton (But Not Really) -Bucky Barnes x Reader

Day 7: Breeding Kink

Lucky Rabbit - Steve Rogers

Day 8: Glory hole

Sleepy Hollow, 1999 Buck x Reader

Day 9: Somnophilia

You Were Made For Lovin’ Me - Eddie Diaz x Reader

Day 10: Titty fucking… and a whole host of others

Scream, 1996 - Buck x Reader

Day 11: Edgeplay

Edge of Sanity - Loki x Reader

Day 12: Cardiophilia

Halloween, 1978 - Eddie Diaz x Reader

Day 13: Desperation

Jennifer’s Body, 2009 - Anakin x Reader

Day 14: Sex Pollen

It, 1990 - Eddie Diaz x Reader

Day 15: Innocence Kink

The Exorcist, 1973 - Buck x Reader

Day 16: Thigh Job

The Shining, 1980 - Buck x Reader

[malavera]

I just had a random thought

it’s funny how we (or some of us) grew up watching these gents movie with our father / mother and how they used to be gushing over how talented they are and awesome the movie is and now as we got older…

we be gushing over them in a different way.. 😶🫢

notice how i use their old movie gifs? 😌

[ecstxsyy]

࣪⊹CUPID’S CANDY HEARTS ᰔᩚ˚⋆.꩜ .ᐟ

With Valentine’s Day right around the corner, Cupid’s arrows have been flying like crazy. But, their power doesn't affect the new generation the way it did in to past generations, so, Cupid had to manufacture a new way to get people to fall in love. Cupid’s Candy Hearts! They come in an assortment of beautiful colors and are full of love, but also lust. This Valentine's Day, people won’t be able to keep their hands off of each other!

───── ⋆ ⋅ ꨄ︎ ⋅⋆ ─────

requests for the event are closed!

day 1 - Evan Buckley

screw you. in which….

Buck overhears a conversation he wishes he hadn’t, but it sparks an idea in his head.

day 2 - Sam Winchester

bite me. in which….

Sam uses his size to his advantage.

day 3 - Eddie Diaz

kiss me. in which….

Eddie wants to try something new.

day 4 - Dean Winchester

love me. in which….

Dean strives to please.

day 5 - Dick Grayson

no way. in which….

Dick wants to stretch you out.

day 6 - Anthony Bridgerton

good bye. in which….

Anthony finds a way to make up for having to leave for so long.

day 7 - Clark Kent

do me, baby. in which….

Red K!Clark is easily riled up.

day 8 - Viktor

dirty mind. in which….

Viktor loves to study.

day 9 - Dick Grayson

2nite? in which….

Wanna try out some freaky positions?

day 10 - Viktor

say yes. in which….

You love to mess with Viktor’s head.

day 11 - Viktor

xoxo. in which….

Viktor just couldn’t help himself.

day 12 - Jayce Talis

one & only. in which….

Jayce loves having you as his roommate.

day 13 - Dick Grayson

how you doin’? in which….

Dick can’t control his jealousy.

day 14 - Valentine’s special is loading…..

───── ⋆ ⋅ ꨄ︎ ⋅⋆ ─────

[axnqel]

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[steeldaisies]

I went from being obsessed with Supernatural- mostly Dean let’s be honest, then Stranger Things- Steve, Billy, and Eddie, to now purely obsessing over Milo Manheim.

Btw- still obsessed with all of them, I’ve just broadened my horizons.

[imagines-to-quench-thirst]

Main Masterlist

Welcome to my Masterlist (@imagines-to-quench-thirst)

This will be sanctioned into smaller bites of your favorite characters that I write for as I do write a lot (hehe)

Victor Creed

Duncan Vizla

Bucky Barnes

Steve Rogers

Loki Laufeyson

Bruce Wayne

Clark Kent

Arthur Curry

Orm Marius

Joker (Suicide Squad)

Social Media AU

If i forgot some of my works please do let me know 😅

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[sashaasreads]

Merry Christmas, everyone! I hope to have another story ready to share with you soon, but I’m curious—who should I write about next? There are so many possibilities to explore!

[4rcaneye]

⭐️who i write for⭐️

mcu

steve rodgers

bucky barns

peaky blinders

thomas shelby

dc

clark kent

batman (ben affleck) & battinson

got

robb stark

jon snow

hotd

aegon targaryen

daemon targaryen

queen charlotte

king george

nhl

brock boeser

auston matthews

jacob markstrom

celebrities

jack harlow

cod

könig

ghost

challengers

art donaldson

[blue-sadie]

Bubbling heat

The hot tub just makes it more exciting

The warm water relaxed your bodies as sat there enjoying a glass of wine the red liquid always being refiled by him as he saw it near the bottom he never look away from you, the way of the light hitting your bare body made him feel something.

He watched you very intently he watched the way your throat would move as you swallowed your wine, the way your cheeks would crease as you smiled and the way the water residue would make your breasts shine.

The water moved with the raising bubbles making you release a calming sigh tilting your head back taking this as a opportunity to taste your delicious skin he attached his lips to your neck slightly sucking and nibbling.

It wouldn't take long for his hand to find their way down to your core softly running his finger up and down before slowly slipping in and keeping a steady rhythm going in and out as your heavy breathes turned into moans.

His dick was throbbing as he watched you melt under his fingers his low chuckle echoing through your ears as he slowly sped up making you his little mess, dependent on him to make you cum he would smirk as you cam around his fingers before going for round two but this time with his dick.

Jake Lockley, Tony Stark, Steven Rogers, Bruce Banner, Loki, Stephan Strange, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Oliver Queen, Dick Grayson

[cupiditas-and-ao3]

Sneak Peek of Day 25

I'm finishing up Day 25 but here's a sneak peek of my Superbats/Captain Winter Widow crossover

The hero club had only three rules. First: Respect the No. Second: Heroes only. Including redeemed villains, antiheroes, and sidekicks of course. Third: Masks stay on.  Who knew your secret identity was your business, but if every hero who stumbled in knew every secret identity, if a redeemed villain relapsed, if somehow the security broke down, no one wanted the worst case scenario to play out. 

“It’s a simple question, ma’am,” Superman led. “What are you doing here?”  Black Widow smiled back at him. That secretive smile. The one that always said she wouldn’t reveal a thing. That they were playing right into her hands.  Captain America cleared his throat as her toes pressed the inside of his thigh.  “She doesn’t like when you call her ma’am,” The Winter Soldier shrugged.  “It’d be easier if she just told us her name,” Captain America stammered out as her foot slid higher. She was sliding down in her chair now.  “Seems she’s only making things harder for you,” Batman intoned from the corner.  Superman stifled a laugh that wasn’t present in Batman’s statement.  “You’re welcome to have a  go,” Captain America muttered.  “Oh yes, do have a go Br-Batman,” Superman gave a sweep of his arm, invitationally.  “Yes, please, Batman. Have a go at me,” Black Widow arched her hands up and over her head. 

[urhoneycombwitch]

sweet.

Steve x reader smut, 1.3k

foreword: u know that scene from Euphoria where Elliot makes out with Jules’ hand as if it was her pussy… anyways Steve Harrington take it away!!! 🎤 (dedicated to 🦊 anon thank u for your wisdom)

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Sure, the drinking and the dancing is a good way to pass the time, but you’re partial to the end-of-night rituals you and Steve have settled into over the years. Your personal afterparty usually involves a shitty romcom, occasionally some weed, and always snacks both sweet and salty to soak up the alcohol.

Steve’s parents are out of town again, so the two of you are down in the basement den, passing a joint between fingers sticky with candy film.

From all your years of reading Steve’s body language you can tell he’s pretty high- feet planted on the ground but head lolling against the back of the couch, hands lax at his sides. There’s a dopey grin on his face- practically primed for a shitty joke or annoying comment- and you let the smoke out with a huff, asking on the exhale, “What?”

“You owe me five bucks.” Steve presses the side of his head into the couch, looking at you with red-rimmed eyes, still smiling.

You scoff, leaning in to pass the joint back and swiping a handful of gummy bears from the coffee table while you’re at it. “Since fucking when?”

“Since I bought this from Eddie.” Steve waves the weed for emphasis before taking another hit, smoke curling from his nostrils. “You’re matching me in pace, princess. This joint was ten bucks- ergo, you owe me five.”

You cackle despite yourself- “Ergo? You’ve been watching too many Perry Mason reruns.” You know Steve’s not actually gonna make you pay for the weed, he’s just trying to rile you up, and the fact that it’s not working is getting under his skin.

He shrugs a shoulder, just shy of pouting. “Point still stands.”

“Well, you shoulda let me buy from him. Eddie always gives me discounts. On account of these.” Here, you straighten your spine and gesture to your chest- after all the night’s activity, your boobs are practically spilling out of your bra and t-shirt combo, skin glowing in the muted TV’s light.

Steve blinks, clears his throat, and busies himself by ashing the joint into a spare candy wrapper. “Uh huh. Right. I’ll be sure to remember your tits the next time I’m talking to Munson.”

“At least someone will be thinking of them.” You mean it as a joke, but your voice is a bit too mournful to be taken lightly.

“Ah, and you’ve been picking such winners, recently,” Steve intones, dryly. The pillow launched at his head in your poor attempt to hit him is easily batted away. “C’mon, sweetheart. You’ve been going out with total losers. Aaron Conroy? Jamie Porter? Wouldn’t trust either of those guys to find their own dicks. Let alone your whole… business.”

Steve’s aborted gesture to the general area of your jeans makes you guffaw. “Oh, and you’re the reigning expert on girls’ business?”

“Sure am. King Steve, after all.” Said king juts an overeager thumb into his chest, winces, then gives his hand a little shake.

“Mmhm.” You slide across the couch cushions to take the joint again, knee knocking into Steve’s. “I’m pretty good at it too, y’know.”

Steve stares with wide eyes as you suck smoke into your lungs, blinking owlishly before stuttering- “You- you’re saying you’re pretty good at eating pu- at eating girls out?”

Another cackle looses from your chest along with the smoke, you can’t help it- Steve looks so properly shocked. “No, Steve, obviously I meant sucking dick. Not that I’d be opposed, per se, to a girl’s… business.”

The word drips in irony and Steve scrubs a hand down his face in irritation as you settle against the couch next to him, brushing shoulders as you continue. “Just aren’t enough girls in Hawkins to go for. Who are both out and not my friends,” you amend, before Robin can be dragged into the conversation against her will.

“You wouldn’t go down on a friend?” Steve fidgets a strip of paper Clark Bar wrapper between his fingers, crinkling quietly while he waits for your answer.

The weed has settled in your system now, a haze in your veins as you stub the roach out and leave it on the coffee table. You settle back into the couch, suddenly aware of every point of contact- thigh to thigh, arm to arm, shoulder to shoulder with Steve, who’s seemingly paused his breathing.

“Uhm. Yeah. I’d sleep with a friend,” you say, staring at your lap, empty hands twisting around themselves.

The tension of the moment swells, you can feel it in your chest, even as Steve draws in a breath to muse, “Wonder who’s better at it.”

“Eating girls out?” You look at him to confirm, feeling a pang when you see the lock of chestnut hair that’s flopped from its place to rest against his forehead. “I mean… probably you. Seeing as you’ve got the most experience.”

Steve smiles, lazily, tipping his head in acknowledgement, then says, “I could teach you. If you wanted.”

If Steve feels the way you stiffen in response to his words he doesn’t point it out, instead tossing the wrapper aside in favor of taking your hand into his. “Only if you wanted, though.”

You start nodding before the words can come; a shaky “Okay,” and Steve’s wrapping two warm palms around your right hand, manipulating your fingers into making a fist.

“I like to start with kissing,” he says, voice low, gaze fixed on your combined hands. “Y’know. To work her up, get her wet.”

It’s not even technically dirty talk, but the pitch of Steve’s words make your thighs clench involuntarily, seeking friction. Steve brings your hand to his mouth, pressing a kiss to the base of your thumb, and your breath hitches.

“And then I… usually…” Steve trails off, and you can see the gears turning in his head at how best to teach. Apparently, he pegs you for a hands-on learner, because instead of words, he dips down to lick a stripe up the flat of your thumb.

Your mouth falls open as Steve licks deftly into the crease made by your thumb and index finger, curling the point of his tongue near the base again, your clit throbbing in response as if he was actually between your legs.

Steve makes out with your hand for what feels like hours, all sense of time warped by the heady weed. His mouth is warm and wet, saliva dripping through to your palm as he holds you in place despite your squirming.

What’s really turning you on is how into this Steve appears to be- his eyes are closed as if to savor the moment, brow pinched with pleasure, little noises from the back of his throat sending vibrations down your arm.

You fight the urge to sink your free hand into those silky brown locks; instead, your nails bite into soft skin as you clench a fist at your side, willing the subtle movement of your hips with each stroke of Steve’s tongue to stay subtle.

There’s an obscene squelching noise filling the otherwise quiet basement, and this seems to spur Steve on, suckling at your sensitive skin, heat coursing through your body as you gasp out, “Steve…”

He pulls off your hand with a wet pop, a string of saliva still connecting you both, his mouth a glistening half-moon in the low light before he swipes the back of his hand across it. “So. Yeah. Something like that. You taste good, by the way. Sweet.”

You fight with the hinge of your lower jaw to put it back in its place, breathing heavily as you wipe your slick-coated hand against the leg of your jeans. It leaves a wet patch- likely not the only one, if the heartbeat between your legs is any indication. “Probably the gummy bears.”

“Uh huh. You think you’re any better?” Steve’s got that easy grin back on his face, cheeks rosy, lips flushed with color, too.

A quick glance down confirms that he’s hard as a rock, sizeable outline of his cock visible through the denim, betraying the bravado in his stance.

Oh, you’re gonna wreck him.

With an easy grin of your own, you reach for Steve’s hand. “Dunno. Wanna find out?”

[muddyorbsblr]

My jaw is on the ground from this omg 😳😮‍💨

First I was absolutely here for the touch you gave on Snow having powers and that being what saves her from the huntsman, and also having those powers explain why all the animals help her and essentially do her bidding. It's something that had amazing potential to turn her into a more powerful female lead and like a genuine heroine type character if the adaptations choose to not be cowards about the execution 👏👏👏

And what I love so much about this twist on her powers is this ambiguity I got when the Queen died. Like it shows that she seemed so unaware of what was happening, but there's an angle to it as if there is a part of her deep down that actually know's what's going down which is why she hums so that she doesn't hear the screams? Like I would love it if there's a darker inner part of her that's trying to maintain a semblance of innocence even on the surface level, and it sensed that the old woman was actually the queen in disguise which is why she didn't bite the apple and why she called on the wolf again (somewhat consciously this time) to get rid of the queen.

The apple omg the way I screamed when she put it in the pie 😩🥴 And then to have it work instead as an aphrodisiac and lower everyone's inhibitions to have some absolutely filthy smutty times instead of having everyone drop dead to the ground was absolutely inspired. I'm pretty sure I drained my water bottle reading through that scene, especially when it came to the part where I actually honest to God screamed "DVP????" That scene was a masterpiece of filth I'm still staring at the wall thinking about it 🥵🥵

Clark's reveal at the end though?? My jaw dropped so hard it made the clicky sound when it goes fully unhinged 😱😱 Like I was suspecting them to have some darker intentions but I didn't expect for them to be working for the queen! And that last bit of ambiguity before they all took her upstairs to make her their attic wife, like was it just the diluted dose of the poison that made them wake up naturally or was it her dormant magic manifesting an unknown desire in her that part of her wanted this too so it fought the magic of the dead queen?

I am all the way here for this collection/series, and this was an absolute banger of an entry!

𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒆𝒏

🕊️a whore's fairytale masterlist🕊️

summary - when snow white (you) escapes into the woods to escape the queen's order to kill, she learns that not all strangers should be trusted.

warning - smut, swearing, choking, under a spell, dubcon, creampie, slight angst, death, breaking and entering, jealousy, oral sex, kidnapping/entrapment, attempted poisoning and murder, group sex, groping, dark content.

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

The Queen sneers, staring at herself in the mirror. “Mirror, mirror, on the wall.” Her eyes squint, and her back straightens. “Who is the fairest of them all?” The answer she was expecting wasn’t what the mirror gave her. 

“Y/n is the fairest of them all.” The Magic Mirror spoke, a live video of you playing before her, your sweet self hums to the animals, pulling a small bucket from the well, capturing the attention of the many people that pass by. 

“What?!” She screams, and her face becomes red with anger. “No one is more fair than I! The Queen must have the best of everything. Everyone knows that. What could be more fair?” 

“Y/n is the fairest of them all!” The Mirror repeats, not caring for the tantrum the Queen is throwing. 

“What do you know? You’re a mirror!” She huffs, rolling her eyes and storming off. A plan sets in motion as she heads to where the huntsman rests, ordering him to take you out of the equation. 

You had spent your time running through the woods, away from your horrid stepmother and the huntsman that she had sent after you. Your hands clutched your skirt, lifting it from the ground, and your bare feet dodged the many sticks and rocks. Your breath is heavy, and you can hear his footsteps catching up to you. “Little Snow! You can’t run from me! The Queen ordered me to kill you!” You gasp, picking up your pace, desperately trying to distance yourself from him. 

You squeal and cry as your foot gets caught on a root sticking out of the ground. You fall forward, tumbling for a few seconds until you end up on your back. Fat tears cover your cheeks, your eyes are puffy, your hair is ruffled, and your once-beautiful dress is ruined, ripped and dirty. You can hear your heart pounding in your ears as the huntsman appears in your vision, “P–please! You don’t have to do this! I–I won’t tell anyone if you let me go! Please!” You cry you beg, you plead. Your hands curl into the ground, crushing the dirt into your palms. You don’t notice the magic flowing through you and into the ground. You are so caught up in begging the man not to take your life. 

He shakes his head. “I have to. I was given an order.” His head continues to shake, clutching the knife as he desperately doesn’t want to kill you. “If I return and the Queen finds out I didn’t obey, she’ll kill me.” 

You squeeze your eyes shut, feeling the tears slip past, and your lips tremble. You nod, accepting your fate. You wouldn’t be able to escape this. “O–okay. If taking my life means you get to keep yours, okay.” You breathe in and out, a soft sob passing your lips. Your brows furrow as you are met with silence before a crunch and a groan follow it. You slowly peek your eyes open, wondering what caused the noise, and a shocked sob escapes you when you notice a giant black wolf on top of the huntsman. Yellow eyes stare back at you, and you feel oddly calm before standing on shaky legs. It’s as though the animal is giving you enough time to escape. “T–thank you.” You take off running again, the sky becoming dark as night falls, heading in the opposite direction of the castle. 

You happen to stumble across a wooden cabin tucked away in the middle of nowhere. You rush forward, rapidly knocking on the door. “S–someone! Is anybody there?! I need help, please!” The door is pushed open from your knocks, and you cautiously enter as you receive no reply, looking around. “Hello?” When you don’t get a response, you decide to take a closer look. “Such a dirty place…” You think out loud, “Maybe if I clean up a bit, whoever lives here may help me.” You nod to yourself and walk over to a broom that rests against the wall and grab hold of it. You get swept away cleaning and then cooking before you slowly make your way upstairs, noticing seven large beds, making you wonder who lives here. 

“I hope they won’t mind if I…” You ponder, going over to a bed that reads ‘CRANKY’ and sitting for what was supposed to be a second. The moment your body hits the mattress, your eyes flutter closed, and a deep slumber hits you with full force. 

You wake to someone or something poking you. Your eyes flutter open, blinking as you notice many different men surrounding you. You gasp, scooting to the headboard, pulling your knees to your chest. “Oh, please don’t kill me! I–I promise I didn’t do anything wrong!” Your bottom lip wobbles and your gaze shoots between theirs frantically, wondering if the Queen also sent them. 

A man with blue eyes and his hair in a man bun scoffs. He crosses his arms over his chest, and your eyes land on one of them being shiny. “Who are you? And what are you doing in my bed?” A growl practically escapes his lips, and his eyes scan your body with a lick of his lips. 

You gasp, “I’m so sorry! I didn’t know! I–” You're cut off as you try to get out, but a larger man stops you. His light blue eyes and blonde hair cause your breath to catch in your throat. 

He shakes his head with a soft smile. “Don’t listen to him, ma’am. We are just startled, is all.” He turns his head, glaring at his best friend before looking back down at you. “Now, why don’t you introduce your pretty self and explain why you think we would kill you?” He sits at the end of the bed, resting a comforting hand on your leg. 

“Oh, I do apologise. Where are my manners? My name is Y/n, but I am more known as Snow White.” The men are shocked, wondering what the princess is doing in their cabin. “The Queen is trying to have me killed, and I don’t know why. S–she sent the huntsman out, and he chased me through the woods until I was able to escape, and that is how I stumbled across your home.” 

A throat clears, and you turn your head to look at another man who’s built like a bear, with pretty blue eyes and blackish hair. “She wouldn’t be trying to kill you for no reason. Tell us what you really did. You can’t really be that innocent.” 

“I–I swear–” The man touching your leg interrupts you, giving you a soft look.

“It’s okay. You don’t need to explain yourself. I can see that you are innocent. I mean.” He looks around at the men with his brows raised. “What innocent person would break into someone’s home and decide to clean and cook? The breaking in part obviously doesn’t sound great, but look at her. She needs help.”

The man with the blackish hair speaks again while nodding. “You’re right. I apologise. We’ve been rude and haven’t introduced ourselves. My name is Clark, but these bastards call me Bossy.”

The man touching your leg smiles. “And I’m Steve, better known as Brawny.” He points to the man with a permanent scowl on his face. “That’s Bucky. We call him Cranky, though.” Bucky rolls his eyes, wondering why the hell they haven’t moved you from his bed yet. Though, he has been having a great time imagining you tied to it while he pleasures you.

Another man with a flirty smile leans against the bed, coming close to your face. “I’m Johnny, yet these guys call me Sleazy. No idea why. I would’ve said Flirty.” Johnny wiggles his brows, loving the shy look that crosses your face.

A man with a beanie and dirty face and hands nods. “I’m Curtis, known as Dirty around these wankers.”

Your eyes land on a man drinking what seems to be alcohol, and his eyes are half-lidded as he stares at you. “I’m Dean or Tipsy. Whatever you prefer, but I’m hoping to make you scream one of them later.” Your eyes widen.

Your attention is pulled away from Dean or Tipsy to a darker man touching your arm, looking at you with a smirk. “I’m Sam, baby. But you can call me Horny.” You blink, stunned, never having heard such words come out of a person’s mouth before, but you know that you cannot judge as you did break into their home.

“O–oh, it’s nice to meet you all. Such interesting names.” You fold your hands in your lap and look around at each one of the men. “I would like to cook you, men, some dinner as a thank you for not kicking me out.” You watch as they nod, and you give a soft smile to Steve, who helps you off the bed. You head down the stairs, and all seven men follow behind, watching your hips sway beneath the dress. They sit, watching as you start to heat the food. It’s magical to them. You turn around, the food nearly ready. “Please go and wash up before dinner.” 

“What? No.” Bucky growls, refusing to get up from the seat while the other men immediately stand and head out. Steve grabs hold of his best friend and drags him out, ignoring the shouts and yells. “Steve! Steve! Stop!” 

You shake your head, turning back toward the pot, stirring it before you turn off the stove and grab hold of it, bringing it to the table and setting it down. “Dinner!” You watch as the door swings open, and the men walk back in with smiles, smelling clean. “Don’t you men look dashing!” They thank you before taking a seat, watching you with wide eyes as you fill their bowls with the delicious-smelling stew. 

Clark tilts his head as you take the pot back to the sink, noticing that you didn’t make a bowl for yourself. “Are you not eating with us?” The other men stop with their spoons midair, looking between you and Clark. “Come, sit. You deserve to eat the food you cooked.” Clark pats his thigh, raising a brow when you don’t move. “I’m called Bossy for a reason. Now, sit.” You scurry over, taking a seat on his thigh, feeling a weird tingling sensation between your legs as you feel how thick his thighs are. “Good girl.” He nods to everyone, and you all begin to eat. Clark occasionally brings the spoon to your mouth, feeding the two of you. 

During the night, you get to know all of the men, laughing and listening to stories. Steve stands, clearing his throat. “I hate to interrupt this wonderful evening, but we have work tomorrow., and I think it is best if we get some rest” The others agree, and you get up to bid them goodnight, practically tucking them into their beds and placing soft kisses onto their foreheads. You are about to head back downstairs, needing to find somewhere to rest, but Steve stops you. “Y/n, here.” You spin, heading over to him with furrowed brows, wondering what he is talking about. He pulls back the blanket and pats the space next to him. 

“Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude more than I have.” You gnaw on your bottom lip, feeling like you’ve been a bother. “I can find somewhere else to sleep. I saw a blanket downstairs.” Steve gives you a look that makes you quickly crawl into the bed, and your body shivers when you realise how cold you’ve been compared to the warm man. Your body curls into his larger one, sighing as sleep takes over you before you can even register.

You wake to birds chirping and the sun shining through, your eyes flutter open, and you stretch your arms above your head. You slowly pull Steve’s arm off of you and get out of bed, making your way downstairs, and you decide to prepare breakfast for the kind men. You cook eggs, bacon, pancakes, and a fruit platter, wanting to give them a filling meal for their big day. You smile and turn as you hear the men bound down the stairs, dressed for work with hunger in their eyes. “Good morning! I thought I’d make you guys some breakfast before you go. I hope you don’t mind.” 

They smile, thanking you before sitting down. The same happens as the night before. Clark pulls you into his lap and feeds you some of his breakfast, ensuring you also get to eat. You stand once you finish, gathering the dishes and walking over to the sink, gently placing them down before walking to the door and handing the men their coats.

Clark is the first one to grab his coat, thanking you. “I hope you have a good day today.” You lean up, resting your hand on his muscular arm and kiss his cheek softly. Clark smirks, tipping his head before walking out the door.

Steve is next. Once his coat is on, he leans down for you to reach his cheek. “Thank you, Snow.” Steve turns his head and returns the favour, kissing your cheek and smiling as you become shy. 

Bucky huffs, “Can we hurry this up? We have work to do if you haven’t noticed.” But everyone ignores him, and he watches with envy as you continue to give each man a kiss.

Curtis gently takes his jacket from your tiny hands, closing his eyes as he feels your soft lips on his cheek. A smile on your face, “Have a good day, sweetheart.”

Johnny walks up next, smirking at you and already leaning down. You give him a soft smile and lean forward, but he turns his head last second, and you gasp. “I–I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to!” You freak, staring wide-eyed at the happy man. 

“Don’t worry bout it, Baby.” Johnny winks, giving your arse a smooth pinch before strolling out. You feel your body and cheeks heat up, eyes still wide as you watch him leave.

“Well damn. He did it before me.” Dean rolls his eyes, slapping your arse after you give him a kiss as well. “Doesn’t matter. Have a good day, Sugar.”

Sam pulls you close, tapping his cheek before resting his hands on your hips. He groans as you lean up and kiss his cheek softly. His hands move down and squeeze your cheeks, pulling you even closer. “Mmm, Snow. You make a man so feral.” 

Once Sam leaves, it leaves the last man, the crankiest of the lot. Bucky grumbles, going to reach for his coat, but you pull back slightly and give him a pout. He rolls his eyes, bending slightly, and when you gently kiss his cheek, his whole face grows pink. “Whatever.” Bucky clears his throat and quickly leaves, leaving you in their cabin all by your lonesome, not prepared for what is to happen next. 

You hum to yourself, beginning to clean the place. You don’t notice the magic swirling around you, calling the forest animals to the cabin, some even helping you clean. You wash the men’s clothes, and the birds hang them along the line. You are so lost in your own world that you don’t notice an older woman watching you from the shadows, a scowl on her face, but the older woman also doesn’t notice the large black wolf watching her. 

You giggle, leaning over to pet the cute little bunny that hops in your direction before you walk inside the house. Your hands become busy as you begin to prepare another apple pie, continuing to hum to yourself. “Excuse me.” You turn, hearing a knock at the open window and someone talking. You smile softly, walking closer to the older woman. “I–I’m so sorry for bothering you. I am just a poor old woman trying her best to sell some delicious apples.” 

You lean against the counter, peeking over the window sill and looking at the basket of apples. “That is perfect! I’m baking an apple pie and in need of some apples!” You give an innocent smile to the older woman.

She reaches her hand into the basket and grabs a big red apple that sits at the top. “Take a look at this big red apple.” She holds it up to your face, watching you stare at it in wonder at how perfect it looks. Your hands slowly reach up to touch it, but the woman jerks it back. “Lovely, isn’t it? But you cannot touch without a price.” 

You gnaw on your bottom lip, looking between the woman and the apple with furrowed brows. You desperately needed more apples to make the pie. It had to be perfect. “I need that apple… But I, uh, I don’t have any money.” 

She thinks, knowing that this apple contains something horrible. The Queen realised there was no point in a price when she would finally have you dead. That was good enough. “Oh, my dear. No need to worry for a first-time customer. I will let you have this apple for free.” You look at her, shocked, cupping the apple as she hands it to you. She watches you, desperately wanting you to take a bite out of it in front of her, but she doesn’t get her hopes up.

“Oh, thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! How can I ever repay you? You are so kind. Please let me give you something!” You go over and grab a plate of freshly baked biscuits, heading back over to her. She tries to refuse, but you persist. “Oh please, It wouldn’t feel right if I were to take this for free. Please take as many as you want.”

“Okay, thank you. That is kind of you, my dear.” The older woman takes one, bidding you goodbye before disappearing into the shadows again, wanting to watch what unfolds. Her eyes widen as she watches you begin to cut the apple, mixing it into the mixture of the pie. She thought the call of the apple would cause you not to resist a taste. “Oh, no, no, no! This won’t end well. You stupid girl, you should’ve eaten the apple yourself.” She huffs, stomping her foot. “The poison only works for those it is intended for… If she serves it to others, it can have side effects, and I do not need that in my hands.” She growls to herself, knowing that she will have to put a stop to this or kill more people than intended. 

Before the Queen can return to the cabin, she is met with the giant black wolf. Its teeth bared as it growled. She scoffs, waving it off. “Be a good puppy and leave. You can’t destroy the Queen.” Her eyes widen as your hums begin again as you place the pie in the oven, and she realises that you are the one controlling the animals, even if you don’t know you are. In the moment of shock, the wolf lunges, and your sweet melodies drown out her screams.

You are happy with how the pie has turned out, placing it on the window sill to cool down. You wait patiently for the men to return home, sitting curled up in a chair with a book between your hands. You’ve made the house more into a home, having gone out and picked some pretty flowers to put in a vase, gathering some wood for the fireplace, and keeping the food warm for when they walk through the door, their clothes all folded neatly. You stand when you hear them, their voices carrying through the air. 

Clark opens the door with a smile, ���Hello, Little Snow. I notice that you’ve been busy.” He moves past you, brushing his hand across your hip as he moves to the pot, smelling the delicious scent. 

The rest of the men enter, Steve, being the second after taking his shoes off and giving you a large grin. “Snow! Did you have a good day?” You nod, giggling as he brings you into a hug. He lets go of you and walks over to the pot also, not used to coming home to dinner already prepared.

“Sugar!” Johnny enters, pulling you into him immediately by gripping your arse in his large hands, causing a squeak to fall from your lips. “You look so good. I could just eat you up.” He grumbles when Dean and Sam push him to the side. “The hell?” 

“You're hogging her,” Dean grunts, pulling you against him, and your eyes widen when you feel him grope you so freely. “Hey, sweetheart. You’re so tiny.” He blinks down at you, and you get a whiff of the alcohol already on his breath. 

Sam grows annoyed, pushes Dean out of his way and pulls you against him also. “Don’t hog Snow here. I want some too.” His large hands grip your arse, rubbing his bulge against you, groaning softly. “How you doing, baby?” 

Curtis and Bucky stand near the entrance, watching everything unfold. You smile softly at Sam as you let go, walking over to the two men and ignoring the shocked gasp they let out as you pull them into a hug, greeting them with your kindness. “Come, sit. Dinner’s ready, and I’ve made a pie for dessert!” You skip over, waiting for them all to take their seats before you grab the pot and serve the food. Dinner goes well, and it’s finally time for them to taste your sweet pie. You walk over to the pie, carefully picking it up before bringing it to the table and serving them a slice each. “I hope you guys enjoy.” 

The moment the pie hits their tongues, the magic begins to flow through everything and everyone, eyes turning a bright pink for a split second before they let out soft groans from the flavour that explodes on their tastebuds. You don’t notice anything that has happened. You are too happy to see that they enjoyed your baking. 

The atmosphere in the room has changed. Every single man in the room felt their heartbeat quicken and their breathing become heavier. Their eyes are half-lidded, and their members harden, growing rapidly in their pants. It seems their gaze is set on you, eyes darkening as they look you up and down, slowly getting out of their chairs and surrounding you. 

“That was a great pie, Little Snow,” Clark growls, getting closer. “But I want to taste something a little bit sweeter.” You squeal as Steve and Bucky hold you, ensuring you can’t move as Clark kneels, lifting your dress and letting out a thick groan when he realises you haven’t been wearing anything underneath, your folds slick with your juices. “Aren’t you a dirty little girl? Wearing nothing while staying with a bunch of men.” You moan as he surges forward, licking from your hole to your swollen button. “Fuck, she tastes so much better than that pie.” Your walls clench when Clark moves close again, gripping your thighs as he nuzzles his face into your soaking cunt, licking and sucking. 

You whine as Steve grips your chin, turning you to face him and locking his lips with yours, slipping his tongue into your mouth. Bucky groans. The hand that isn’t gripping you moves to your plump breasts and squeezes and fondles them. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as Clark begins to suck on your swollen clit. You whimper into Steve’s mouth before gasping as a finger softly pokes against your entrance, breaching into it with a slow thrust. Your head falls back onto Steve and Bucky’’s shoulders, not noticing the other men rubbing their bulges through their pants, watching the scene before them with dark eyes. 

A choked whine escapes you when Clark curls his fingers while Bucky and Steve suck on your hardened nipples, swirling their tongues around. Your back arches, hands gripping their shirts as your vision becomes white and your juices flow out of your sopping cunt, covering Clark’s smirking face. “Fuck, Little Snow. You taste even more divine.” He curls his fingers in, happily watching how you twitch, your arousal still flowing out. “Men, clear the table. We are in need of a different kind of dessert.” He commands, standing to his full height and stepping aside. 

Steve and Bucky pull you toward the table, carefully setting you down and stepping back. All of the men stand and admire how beautifully blissed out you look. Johnny stumbles forward, his hardened member already hanging out of his pants, and you gasp as your gaze falls upon it. “T–that won’t fit…” You begin to shake your head as he slips between your spread legs, pulling you flush against him. 

Johnny smirks, tapping your cheek. “Dumb little sugar. I’ll make it fit. You’re so fucking wet. I’ll slide in so easily.” He reaches down and grips his throbbing base, tapping his leaking tip against your swollen clit before lining up against your entrance. Johnny groans when he pushes in, gasping at how tight you are around him. “Oh god! You feel so good, Sugar.” His hands grip your hips, slowly pulling out before thrusting into you harder. A grin forms on his face at how your eyes roll to the back of your head, letting out a sob as his tip hits your sweet spot.

You are suddenly lifted, and your eyes widen when you feel something poking your already stretched hole. Your head turns slightly, and you notice Sam giving you a cheeky smile, “Don’t worry, Snow. I’m just gonna join in on the fun.” You gasp when he slowly begins to push in, stretching you even more alongside Johnny. Sam’s head falls back, and he groans, “Holy fuck! You’re so fucking tight!” His grip tightens on your hips, and the thrusting begins between the two men. When one pushes in, the other pulls out, and your screams fill the cabin. Johnny pulls you into a deep kiss while Sam grips your hips and pounds hard into you. “Oh man, can you feel how tight she is?” 

Johnny nods, groaning. “Fuck yes! I don’t think I’m going to last long!” His pace picks up, slamming harder and faster into you before he buries his face into your neck as thick amounts of cum spurt out of his angry tip. “Shit! Shit! Shit!” Johnny slips out of your stretched hole, sagging into a chair as Sam pulls you down, pounding into you from behind, thrusting Johnny’s cum deeper into you. Your mouth falls open, and your eyes roll into the back of your head as Sam slams into your sweet spot, causing your walls to clench around his thick member and your juices to squirt out of you.

“Good little princess,” Sam growls into your ear, slamming his cock harder into you before burying inside of you, releasing his cum deep into you. “Fuck.” Sam moves back, the magic draining out of him, and he sags next to Johnny, their eyes fluttering closed. 

You squeal when you feel someone grabbing the back of your head before you start gagging as Curtis shoves his thick member into your mouth, thrusting in and out. “Jesus.” His head falls back, and his eyes half-lidded. “You’re mouth is so warm.” His hands hold your head, and he pulls out slowly before thrusting in again. You moan around him, swirling your tongue around his swollen tip before starting to suck, loving the salty taste that lands on your tastebuds. 

Dean smirks, gripping his throbbing member and tapping his angry tip against your used folds. He lifts your hips before sliding in, groaning at how tight you feel wrapped around him. “Damn, sweetheart. How are you still so fucking tight? You were just stretched by two cocks.” He begins to set his pace, pounding into you, pushing you to choke on Curtis’s cock. “Go on, sweetheart. Choke on his cock.” He groans, fucking into you faster. His tip repeatedly hits your sweet spot, loving how you feel as you squeeze his cock. “Shit! I’m so fucking close!” 

While Dean is busy chasing his orgasm, Curtis holds your head down and thrusts into your throat. His head rolls back as you moan around his member. “Such a sweet mouth for a sweet woman.” Fat tears roll down your cheeks, gagging around him, and your eyes roll to the back of your head when Dean fills you, setting off your orgasm, causing your arousal to coat him, and the vibrations from your moans cause Curtis to groan and release deep into your mouth, gripping your chin until you swallow and show him. “Good girl.” 

You whine as both men pull out and watch through blurry eyes as they also sag into the chairs. Your head flops down onto the hardwood table, breathing heavily. “Do you think we are done with you, Doll?” Bucky steps up, a pink swirl in his eyes as he peers down at your used form. “There’s still three of us.” You gasp when he picks you up, wrapping your legs loosely around his hips while lining his tip with your entrance. Steve steps behind you, and his hand strokes his cock up and down. Your eyes roll back, and your head flops onto Steve’s shoulder as Bucky pushes in. A loud whine escapes you when Steve follows suit, slipping his giant cock through your tiny hole. 

Both men begin to take turns pounding in and out of you. Clark steps forward and grips your chin, turning your head to capture your lips with his. “Who knew Snow White was secretly a whore. You like being used by seven men, honey?” You moan, nodding and clutching onto whoever you can. Clark grips your throat softly, making your dazed eyes look at him. “Of course you do. Only a little whore like you would like being used. No wonder the Queen wanted to get rid of you.” He moves closer, smirking as Steve and Bucky pick up their pace, causing your mind to go fuzzy. “She couldn’t have any competition because you’d end up stealing the attention of men away from her.” You nod along, barely hearing anything that leaves his mouth, too focused on the intense pleasure coming from between your legs. 

Steve presses forward, his hands kneading your breasts as he buries himself deeper inside you. “You feel so good, Snow.” He begins to kiss your collarbone and shoulders, groaning as you tighten around him. He picks up his pace, feeling his balls tighten and his cock twitch, a loud groan escapes him as cum spurts out of him, filling you to the brim. “Fuck…” He pulls out, sagging into a chair, his eyes falling closed. 

Bucky moves you, pushing you against a wall and pounding hard into you. “Fuck, take my fucking cock.” He grunts, bouncing you against his thrusts, filling you repeatedly. “You better take my fucking cum, slut. It’s what you are made for.” His metal hand wraps around your throat and squeezes, feeling his cock throb when your eyes widen and your walls spasm, squeezing the life out of his cock. “Oh, what a dirty little slut you are. Who would’ve known you liked being choked.” Bucky smirks before he grunts, burying himself deep inside you and releasing large amounts of cum. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” The moment he pulls out, his body does the same as the others, and before you can fall, Clark catches you and gives you a dark smile. 

“Oh, poor Little Snow. You should’ve chosen another cabin.” Your eyes widen when his eyes flash, and his cock fills you immediately. Even though the Queen was dead, it didn’t mean her minions died along with her. They just now had a mind of their own, a darker, more twisted mind. Your moans and screams echo outside the cabin. Clark’s member was bigger than the others, practically splitting you open. He growls, gripping your throat tightly. “You better find a way to wake the others when I’m done with you because you are ours now.” You are suddenly bent over the table, surrounded by the sleeping men, your nails dig into the wood, and your eyes roll into the back of your head as Clark slams deep into you. 

Your vision goes white as he repeatedly hits your sweet spot. Your juices squirt out and cover him and everything around. Your head hits the table as he continues before filling you with his cum, mixing with the others. You barely have time to register Clark’s body dropping as the magic leaves him. You shakingly stand, your legs wobbling, and you grip the table beneath as you look around and take in the sleeping bodies, or so you thought. You stumble over to the closet man, which happens to be Steve and feel his pulse. 

Your eyes widen, and your body drops as a wail escapes you, magic exploding from your body as you release every emotion you’ve been keeping in. Your eyes begin to close, and the last thing you hear is the men coming back to life, their hands grabbing you and bringing you upstairs. 

Come morning. You would learn never to trust strangers. 

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