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jamneuromain · 10 hours

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normally i'm not into piss kink but holy heavens this is so hot and so good🤯🤯🤯

when you gotta go...

18+ minors dni!!!!! go away Right Now!

simon 'ghost' riley x fem reader, basically simon pisses inside u im so sorry I got dared to post this-

he should have gone after training, in the cubicles outside his office, against the wall before he got in his truck, literally in the fucking toilet that's next to you both as he curls his body over yours over the bathroom counter.

but he didn't. instead he bent you over the sink, tugged your shorts and underwear down, spat on his fingers and thrust them into your hole a few times before sliding home with a groan. he'd muttered against you, pressed a kiss to the side of your head as the pad of his middle finger brushed over your clit and mumbled that m'gonna fill you up love, s'what you want ain't it? and punctuated it with a glance between you and the toilet to your right. as he expected, you'd clenched around his cock, sucking him deeper with a whimper and whine escaping your throat, hand coming up to wind your fingers into the hair growing out at the base of his neck

which is where he is now, hips flush against your ass as he peppers your neck and shoulder with kisses, waiting just a liiiittle bit longer for you to get impatient, wanting to see you want it. he doesn't have to wait long, it's only a minute or so before your fingers grip a little tighter on his hair and you whine his name, trying to rock your hips back unsuccessfully in his vice like grip and mumbling that you want it, you need it, why won't he just-

and fuck, he's been holding it in for hours now, a couple of seconds of your begging does him in and he can't keep it in anymore, grunting against your skin as his cock begins leaking inside you, a small spurt at first, almost difficult to let it out after holding it in for so long-and then suddenly the tension in his muscles relaxes and it's gushing into you, cunt flooded with his piss as he groans into you

it punches a filthy moan from you, the feeling of warmth spreading through your pussy, and you only get louder when he pulls back a little, withdrawing just a couple of inches and letting his piss drip out around his shaft, only a small amount until he slides his hand around from your hip to your lower belly, rubbing soft circles for a second before pushing down, gasping in unison as your hole clenches and the hot liquid splashes from you around his length. it spatters on the floor, soaking into your shorts and creating a little puddle around yours and simon's feet

that sight seems to almost weaken him more than the act itself, given the way he pushes on your upper back to bend you over further, leans back to watch your cunt and pulls his cock out completely, cursing under his breath when a gush of fluid spurts from your hole, dripping down your thighs and adding to the puddle. you're already about to beg for more when his thumb and finger begin prodding at your pussy, and you smile lazily at his reflection as you realise what he's trying to do, reaching back and pulling your cunt open with your fingers

you could swear he whines, fucking whines, as he holds his dick in one hand and steadies himself with his other on your lower back, and a second later his stream is hitting your spread cunt, a little trickling into your hole and the rest flowing over your slit and down to soak your shorts on the floor with the rest. he only does that for a few seconds though, just a few seconds before he's taking a step forward again, forcing the tip of his cock into your puffy hole and flooding your cunt with piss again-

#jnmreads #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley smut

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jamneuromain · 15 hours

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the way he just waltzed in and doubt ing everything that's coming out of her mouth is just🤣🤣🤣 no wonder ari has been going on a rough start. He's lucky that reader doesn't throw the stapler at him🤣🤣

Hello, Duchess

Summary: Your first encounter with Bounty Hunter, Ari Levinson, goes worse than you ever could've imagined. Takes place directly after the events in New in Town.

Warnings: Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, Bickering, Implied Jealousy, Threats of Violence, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Special thanks to my creative consultant, @curls-and-eyeliner. Part my Sweet Renegade Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

Ari’s P.O.V.

“Can’t believe this town actually has a real live bookstore.” Ari muses as he pulls up in front of the tiny, quaint-looking bookstore. “Fuckin’ wild.” Throwing his truck in park he takes a moment to survey the area, making note of the empty lot.

‘Must not do much business.’ He thinks before climbing out of his vehicle and confidently striding toward the door. Hopefully, the lack of an audience would make things flow a hell of a lot faster. Hell, if you were anything like some of the other women in this town, he’d probably just have to smile and flash his baby blues to convince you to spill your guts.

In fact, he was practically banking on it. Because this wasn’t Ari’s first rodeo – not by a long shot. He’d spent a lot of his life in and out of small towns like Bell’s Creek, which was part of the reason he couldn’t wait to bag his latest bounty and put this place, and its people, in his rearview mirror. Ari reaches for the handle on the door, only to frown when he gets a look at the sign hanging in the window that reads: “sorry, we’re closed”.

Well, that couldn’t be right.

He could’ve sworn that when he’d pressed Mrs. Turner, the First Lady of Calvary Baptist Church, about your whereabouts she’d said he’d be able to find you at your shop. Something about your preferring to work instead of resting and rejoicing on the Lord’s day.

While the bounty hunter supposed he could always try back tomorrow, he was keen to check you off his list. Refusing to admit defeat, he decides to try his luck anyway, only to be surprised when the door opens with a tinkling chime of a bail.

Confused but also now on high alert, Ari takes a tentative step inside as he looks for any sign of life. “Hello?” He calls out, finally allowing the door to swing shut behind him. Instinct has him reaching for his back pocket, checking to make sure he had brought along his firearm.

Just in case.

“Is anybody here?” He tries again, moving further into the shop. The place is clean and well lit, and boasts rack after rack of books. But what’s most impressive is that there doesn’t appear to be a speck of dust anywhere. “Look, I just came by to–”

“We’re closed!” A disembodied voice sounds from the back of the store.

“Yeah, I saw the sign, ma’am…” He clears his throat. “But I think you forgot to lock the door, so I –”

“That means get out!”

“So much for southern hospitality.” Ari grumbles under his breath as he continues on his mission to track down the owner of the voice. “Ma’am, I just wanna talk. And maybe–ahh shit!” He curses when his hip accidentally connects with a half-full rolling cart, sending several of the heavier books crashing to the ground. “Sorry!”

“Did you just break something?!” The voice suddenly screeches. “Don’t make me get my taser.”

“There’s no need for that.” Instead of picking them up, the bounty hunter hastily nudges them aside with his foot. “My name is Ari Levinson, and I’m just here to ask you a couple of questions.”

While this isn’t how the man had expected any of this to go, he’s relieved when he sees a familiar face peek at him from around the corner. A face that happened to be even more beautiful than he initially remembered. Even though it had only been a couple of hours since he’d seen you last.

Sweet Christ! That vision of you in that dress taking up space at the other end of the pew was now permanently imprinted into his brain.

Your P.O.V

“Pretty sure this is what law enforcement calls trespassing.” You sniff, craning your head around the corner to stare at the man who was taking up entirely too much space in the narrow hallway. Sure said man was easy on the eyes, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t at least a little concerned about his apparent inability to read.

“I can assure you that’s not what this is.” The lawman holds up his palms in an effort to placate you.

And although you try not to stare, it’s impossible to miss just how big they are – how rough they seemed – with just the right amount of callus. You can’t help but wonder what those hands would feel like on your bare flesh.

“Then what is it?” You ask, struggling to keep your tone short and clipped as you emerge from your hiding place. The last thing you needed was to have this man thinking you were actually attracted to him.

If anything, you considered yourself to be curious. Nothing harm there, right?

“As I said, my name is Ari Levinson. I’m a bounty hunter from just outside Rosewell, New Mexico who also occasionally moonlights as a private investigator.” He tells you, jamming his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “I just stopped by to ask you a couple of questions. And while I didn’t necessarily mean to intrude, I figured you might appreciate me taking a more delicate approach on account of your relationship with my person of interest.”

Fucking Martin Westbrook. He’d been the bane of your existence ever since you’d crossed paths in high school.

“I know you’re looking for Martin.” Annoyed by the very nature of the conversation, you pick up a box, hefting it onto your hip so that you can carry it out to the sales floor. “But I’m not quite sure how much help I can be.”

You brush past him, inwardly smiling when he scrambles to get out of your way. It was a subtle reminder that this was your shop. And you absolutely refused to be intimidated by him or anyone else.

“I’m sure whatever you have to say will be plenty helpful.” He’s quick to reassure you as he turns to follow the path you set. “Provided you’re honest, that is.”

“Did you really just waltz into my shop and call me a liar, Mr. Levinson?”

“I meant no offense.” Ari coughs, scrubbing a weary hand over his bearded jaw. If you were the overly presumptuous type, you might think you’d just managed to fluster the poor man.

Now feeling extra prickly, you drop the box onto the far counter of your cashwrap before turning to face your unwelcome guest. “As you can see, I have a busy day’s work ahead of me. And I was really keen on doing it by myself.” You gesture at the array of other boxes and racks placed around the store. “So if we could get a move on, I would greatly appreciate it.”

“Gladly.” He gives a brief look around. “Is there some place maybe where you and I can sit and chat?”

“I’d say here is about as good a place as any.” You tell him as you step behind the counter. Bending down, you snag a bottle of cleaner, along with a couple of rags. If this man insisted on being here, then he would just have to deal with you taking care of your business. “I’m pretty confident in my ability to multitask.”

Nodding along, Ari pulls out a small notepad and pen from his back pocket. “When was the last time you saw Mr. Westbrook?”

You let out a sigh as you begin to spray down your countertops with your all-purpose cleaner. While you supposed you could’ve gone with something a little more industrial, you were partial to the way this particular brand’s products always smelled.

“I don’t know.” You shrug as you bask in the scent of rose and cedar. “Maybe three, four weeks ago.”

“Do you happen to recall the day and time?”

“No. Not really. If I had to ballpark it, I’d guess sometime around the 5th of last month.” You move to the next flat surface, spraying it down just like the last.

“You sure about that?” You try not to let it irk you when you see him take a seat on a nearby step stool out of the corner of your eye.

“As much as I can be.”

“And did Mr. Westbrook happen to give you any indication of where he might be headed?”

“Nope.”

He’d been nervous though. That much you did recall. By the time he’d come to you that night, your old friend had been well beyond spooked.

“Did he give you his reason for leaving?”

“We didn’t…” You trail off, taking a moment to scrub at a particularly stubborn sticky spot that’s marring the wood. “There wasn’t really much time for talking.” You’re so concerned with scrubbing that you miss the way the county hunter’s eyes narrow as he studies you. “He just stopped over to say goodbye.”

And to borrow all the cash you happened to have on hand – to the tune of $500. Enough for a bus ticket and a couple nights in a dirt cheap motel.

“Right.” Ari scoffs, admittedly with a bit more heat than he intends. “Not a lot of time for talking.” He pauses briefly to drag a hand through his shaggy brown locks. “Not sure why I didn’t wanna believe them.”

“Am I sensing a problem, Mr. Levinson?” You hum, tossing your rag to the side in favor of focusing on the rugs.

“I guess I’m just having a hard time believing you when you say he kept you in the dark about his plans.” He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “In my experience, most men like Martin tend to have loose lips around the women they’re fuckin’.”

In that moment, it’s almost as if you can feel the air go out of the room. Just who the fuck did this knuckle-dragging, mouth-breather think he was?

“Excuse me?” Those two little words are spoken through clenched teeth. You’re so taken aback by his brazen accusation that you can scarcely breathe, let alone think.

Ari simply quirks a tawny brow at you, seemingly unaware of the danger he’s just placed himself in. Did he not see how close your hand was to that damned stapler? While it was clear that folks in this town had been running their mouths, they’d apparently neglected to mention that you’d also been the star pitcher for your high school softball team.

“Apologies if I offended your delicate sensibilities, Duchess. But I’ve never been the type to beat around the bush. Besides…” The smug bastard tucks his pen behind his ear. “You have to know that people in this town like to talk.”

Fire simmers hot in your belly, as you come out from behind the register. It takes less than ten seconds for you to bridge the distance between yourself and the cocky lawman. While you might’ve been taught never to raise a hand against anyone, this man was sorely testing every last bit of your patience.

“I want to make one thing very, very clear.” You hiss once you’re finally standing toe-to-toe with the handsome interloper who, of course, makes no room to get up himself. “I have never – not even once – slept with Martin Westbrook. He’s a friend, you backwoods jackass. Something you clearly know nothing about.”

“I get the feeling I struck a nerve.”

And, judging by the newfound tick in his jaw, so had you. Except you had no way of knowing it was because he’d lost a buddy of his own a little while back.

“And I think it’s about time you got the hell out of my shop.” His piercing blue eyes fly to yours, letting you know that you’d managed to surprise him with your heated dismissal.

Good. Because this Ari Levinson fella had officially overstayed his welcome.

“Look, Duchess. I apolo –”

“That’s the second time you’ve called me out of my name, Mr. Levinson. And I’m not sure I appreciate it.” You spit as you take a step backwards with the intention of giving him enough space to stand. “Now, I’ve been nothing but amenable to your rather…invasive questions. But we’re done. So, I’m gonna have to insist that you leave.”

Before you decided he’d make a deserving candidate for death by a thousand paper cuts.

Your pulse continues to thrum in your ears as you watch him rise to his full height – an impressive 6’4 – so that he now towers over you. Perhaps if you weren’t so angry you’d be a little more tempted to allow your mind to wander a little farther into the realm of fantasy.

But not now.

Right now, in this moment, all you wanted was to watch Ari Levinson’s sculpted ass walk right out your front door.

Nodding, the now quiet bounty hunter begins moving in the direction of the entrance. Neither of you say a word as you make that quick walk. In fact, you don’t speak until Ari’s hand is on the handle.

“This…” He blows out a weary breath. “This wasn’t how I meant for this to go.” His eyes find yours, as if imploring you to see the truth in them.

However, instead of responding all you can do is offer up a shrug. Which he, of course, takes as an opportunity to keep going.

“It’s just…the idea of someone like you getting caught up with a piece of slime like Westbrook…” He pauses long enough to open the door and take a tentative step outside. “I guess it bothered me more than I realized.”

His reluctant admission has your stomach tied up in knots, which prompts you to ask the one question you were almost certain you’d regret later:

“And just what do you mean by that?” You do your best to seem unruffled as you awkwardly brace yourself against the doorframe.

“All I’m saying is that you’re out of his league.” Feeling even more confused, you watch as Ari’s lips curve in a faint smile. “And if you didn’t know that before, well, now you do.” His head dips politely as he turns to head towards his truck.

“Guess I’ll see you around, Duchess.” You don’t have to see his face to know that he’s grinning. “Oh, and don’t forget to lock up. Might help with those unwanted visitors you’ve been havin.”

Ari doesn't need to turn his head to know that you're standing there flipping them off. He can feel it. And all it does it make him smile harder.

END

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#jnmreads #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x you

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jamneuromain · 1 day

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Bible to a Brat’s favorite Dom quotes:

“Good job baby”

“You look so pretty”

“You can take it darling”

“Be a good girl for me and…”

“Use your words baby”

“Let me hear you, Pet”

“That’s a good fucking girl”

“You’re so wet for me”

“Did I say you could cum yet”

“Take it”

“There you go baby…”

“Awe you’re struggling so hard… it’s so cute”

“This is your first and last warning darling.”

“Look at me rn or we’ll stop.”

“Please what?”

“I’m sorry? Repeat that.”

“Watch your mouth.”

“You’re in trouble. Lap. Now.”

“I won’t ask again, little one.”

“Your body was made for me”

“You’re mine.”

“I’m here.”

“I’ve got you.”

#jnmrambles

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jamneuromain · 2 days

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thank you babe😌❤️

Cum Together Trifecta

See the original challenge here

>Lloyd Hansen - Oral (Apr. 28th)

>Ari Levinson - Innocence (May 1st)

>Curtis Everett - A/B/O; “Show me.” + Frightened + Cabin in the woods (May 4th)

#re

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jamneuromain · 2 days

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Thank you for this amazing event😍😍 so much fun writing these😘

Cum Together Trifecta

See the original challenge here

>Lloyd Hansen - Oral (Apr. 28th)

>Ari Levinson - Innocence (May 1st)

>Curtis Everett - A/B/O; “Show me.” + Frightened + Cabin in the woods (May 4th)

#re

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jamneuromain · 2 days

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same here😍😍😍 can't wait!

Cum Together Trifecta

See the original challenge here

>Lloyd Hansen - Oral (Apr. 28th)

>Ari Levinson - Innocence (May 1st)

>Curtis Everett - A/B/O; “Show me.” + Frightened + Cabin in the woods (May 4th)

#re

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jamneuromain · 2 days

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*squeal* in horniness

"Maybe I'll blindfold you. Fuck your pretty little hole and keep my mouth right against your ear. Make you hear every grunt, every growl. See how many times you come just from my voice."//

omgomgomgomg🤤😩 yesyesyesyesyesyes yes please SIR

Now You Know

Pairing: Andy Barber x Female Reader Summary: You love the sound of Andy’s voice, especially when he stakes his claim on you. Word Count: Over 1.8k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, car sex, voice kink, possessive behavior, dirty talking Andy (he’s a warning, okay?) A/N: Proud I was able to find a moment to write and share this fic for the beautiful @whisperlullaby and her challenge. Congrats again! Beta read by the wonderful @buckyownsmylife, but any and all mistakes are my own. Thank you, lovely!

18+ Please!!! Enjoy, lovelies!

Andy Barber was out of your league. At least, you felt like he was. Compassionate, confident and insanely gorgeous, he was a dream come true in the form of a man. You were lucky to have him, even though he always shook his head when you said that.

继续阅读

#jnmreads #andy barber x reader #andy barber smut

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Cum Together Trifecta

See the original challenge here

>Lloyd Hansen - Oral (Apr. 28th)

>Ari Levinson - Innocence (May 1st)

>Curtis Everett - A/B/O; “Show me.” + Frightened + Cabin in the woods (May 4th)

#re

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jamneuromain · 3 days

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hehehe same😋😋😋❤️

Cum Together Trifecta

See the original challenge here

>Lloyd Hansen - Oral (Apr. 28th)

>Ari Levinson - Innocence (May 1st)

>Curtis Everett - A/B/O; “Show me.” + Frightened + Cabin in the woods (May 4th)

#re

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jamneuromain · 3 days

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Thank you for liking and reblogging😌❤️

Cum Together Trifecta

See the original challenge here

>Lloyd Hansen - Oral (Apr. 28th)

>Ari Levinson - Innocence (May 1st)

>Curtis Everett - A/B/O; “Show me.” + Frightened + Cabin in the woods (May 4th)

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jamneuromain · 3 days

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AHH starting a new family together😌❤️ such a wonderful ending for Steve and hummingbird😋😋

Thank you for this amazing fic❤️❤️

Hummingbird - Epilogue

Summary: You didn't want to break into someone's party but you were desperate to see the art at the gallery before it was gone. You're so busy trying to make sure no one sees you that you miss the ever present gaze of Steve Rogers who is wondering why you crashed his party.

Word Count: ~1k

A/N: This takes place after Sparks Fly & Changing Minds. Reader is AFAB. No physical descriptors used.

Warnings: Implied violence, Pregnancy and related topics. Please let me know if I missed any.

Part 8

Series Masterlist

“It really feels like we’ve invited a lot more fights to our doorstep,” Sam sighs. “Between our people messing with Clark Kent and helping a witness against Wilford & Gilliam, then hiring said witness, we haven’t done ourselves any favors.”

“There aren’t any direct ties to us,” Steve retorts.

“None that would hold up in court,” Bucky offers. “But people know.”

“Our Garbage Men have kinda gotten out of hand,” Sam huffs. “They’re supposed to clean up messes, not make them.”

“I don’t know about that,” Steve objects. “They’ve been doing what they need to. Well, maybe Nick. I’ll give you that he screwed up a few things. But even then, he’s done the impossible and made a dent in the Man of Steel. A dent we can take advantage of.”

“I’ve already got Union Reps and supporters at work at his factories,” Bucky nods.

Sam adds, “I’ve also got some reporters on tap, eager to add to the case against Kent, should any hint of union busting come up.”

“Wilford & Gilliam were already at odds with us,” Steve comments. “But they’re clearly on the way out. We just need to be extra careful until they finally topple.”

“Franco the Elder needs to be stopped,” Sam curses. “He’s been on a rampage and the other families are looking to us to deal with him since one of ours set him off.”

“Can we get Nat to take him out,” Steve ponders.

“I’ve already got G on the scent,” Bucky assures. “He’s a lot more affordable and he’s associated with us. Shows the other families we’re working on it.”

“We should probably also prepare for a power vacuum once they finally fall,” Sam adds.

“The Garbage Men are keeping tabs,” Steve assures. “All ripple effects are being tracked to the best of their ability.” The other men nod in acceptance. “In lighter news, I’ve got promises of support from the Odinson, Wayne and Spector families. Apparently our handling of Lloyd and Rumlow reaffirmed their trust in our abilities.”

Sam snorts, “not surprised Wayne supports us. He and Kent have been frenemies for quite some time. But Spector?”

Bucky interjects, “him and Wilson might be crazy but you can trust them to keep their word. If Spector says they support us, we don’t have to worry about them. If we accidentally piss them off, they’ll warn us before attacking.”

An alarm on Steve’s phone interrupts the meeting. Steve turns it off and stands up, “are we good for today? Anything else pressing?”

“Nothing we can’t handle,” Sam assures, Bucky nodding in support. “You go take care of your lady.”

“Wishing you both the best at the appointment,” Bucky agrees.

You try to keep from wringing your hands but you’re all nerves. You were more than eager to start your family with Steve but encouraged him to hold off until after the wedding and after you were both screened for potential genetic disorders. He had the money to cover the costs and you didn’t want to go into this blindly. Something he appreciated and respected.

Thankfully the testing hadn’t been too invasive. Now you just had to wait and you were doing your best to not be a nervous wreck. Unfortunately your best wasn’t great. You kept checking your phone, making sure you hadn’t missed any phone calls or messages. You tried to put your nervous energy to work but that only led to you cooking up a storm in the kitchen, making more meals than you and Steve could eat in a week.

When he walks into the kitchen and sees the chaos, Steve knows he has to do something. He walks up to you, his voice soothing as he calls your name. You’re scrubbing dishes but stop when he places his hand on the back of your neck.

“Sweetheart,” he intones, “you need to calm down.”

“I’m trying.”

“We’ll be sending people home with food for the next few days to keep it from going bad.”

“I know, I know. I just—”

You’re cut off as he pulls you in for a hug. He knows you feel safest with his arms wrapped around you and you find yourself breathing a little easier.

“I just want to make sure any kids we have get the best chances.”

“I know, Hummingbird,” Steve hums. “And I love that you’re already considering having more than one.”

You chuckle, “well I can count on you to be supportive and caring the whole pregnancy and while the kid is growing up so. I don’t know, that just makes it easier to contemplate having a couple of kids instead of just one.”

Before Steve can comment your phone rings and you escape his arms to answer it. The doctor’s words are clear, though your brain has a little trouble processing them. You thank the doctor and hang up the phone. Steve looks at you expectantly.

“We’re in the clear,” you smile as you hug him hard enough he almost loses his balance. “Looks like we’ll be starting up a new adventure together.”

You’re finally back at your apartment, done with work for the day, and you’re still in daze after the phone call from the doctor. Everything feels surreal, like you're moving through thick fog, as you unlock the door. The unreal feeling isn’t helped by seeing your man on one knee in the living room, holding a ring box.

You freeze at the sight and his cheeks turn a little pink, “I know it’s kinda soon but I also know you’re the one. If you’ll have me.” He looks back at you with those puppy dog eyes you can never say no to.

All you can say is, “I’m pregnant.”

Part 8

Series Masterlist

Tags:

@alicedopey; @aryhyuuga; @cynic-spirit; @icefrozendeadlyqueen @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory; @ktficworld; @leryg0; @rayofdawnworld; @rebekahdawkins; @texmexdarling

#jnmreads #steve rogers x reader

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Cum Together Trifecta

See the original challenge here

>Lloyd Hansen - Oral (Apr. 28th)

>Ari Levinson - Innocence (May 1st)

>Curtis Everett - A/B/O; “Show me.” + Frightened + Cabin in the woods (May 4th)

#CT 2024 raffle entry #lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen smut #lloyd hansen fluff #lloyd hansen fanfiction #lloyd hansen fic #the gray man #cum together a community revival extravaganza #writing challenge

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jamneuromain · 5 days

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... just in case anyone forgets about the AI script of Batman...

it's readable but that's it - readable, not even remotely enjoyable except for a laugh

There are currently ~2300 works in AO3 tagged with "Created Using Generative AI"

I'll be upfront with my opinion, which mirrors my opinion in regards to my field: using AI will only hasten your own obsolescence. The point of fanfiction is not to crank out fics, but rather to enjoy the hobby and communities of writing and fandom.

#jnmrambles #no absolutely not

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jamneuromain · 5 days

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❣☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓❣

#jnmrambles #some random ideas

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jamneuromain · 6 days

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Oh Lord🤤 the things I'd do in exchange for a morning like this...

Curtis + 17. “beg for it”

a steamy springtime morning

pairing: boyfriend!curtis everett x female reader

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, dry humping, piv sex, unprotected sex, light bdsm, light bondage/restraints, begging, teasing, dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink, pet names (bunny), outdoor sex, cock warming

word count: 1,500ish

a/n: i have nothing to say about this one! i wanted to write something equally romantic and steamy so i hope i achieved that!! i hope you enjoy this cozy, smutty little ficlet with dirty daddy dom curtis 🥴

It started off as a lovely weekend morning, the springtime sun gleaming through the windows and warming your body where it was buried beneath the blankets of your bed. You were warm and content, but when you reached for the warmth of your boyfriend, Curtis Everett, he was nowhere to be found. The sheets on his side of the bed had long gone cold.

Grumbling more than a little, you dragged yourself out of the comfort of the warm bed you shared, wearing only one of Curtis’s t-shirts, and padded through the house looking for him. You found your man sitting in one of the chairs on the back deck, nursing a steaming cup of coffee while he looked out over the fields that spanned beyond the backyard.

Tossing a leg over Curtis’s lap, you lowered yourself down on top of him, facing your boyfriend and staring into his handsome face—marveling for the millionth time over his gorgeous blue eyes and dark beard. His free hand came to rest on your lower back, almost instinctively, helping you settle on his lap, straddling him.

Curtis’s eyes shimmered in the bright morning sun, and when they fell on your face, you watched while they softened, little crinkles appearing at the corners as he smiled at you. Unable to quell the need surging through your chest, you tilted your face up toward him and pursed your lips, asking for a kiss; he indulged you, dropping his mouth to yours for a peck that soon slipped into something more.

Curtis’s beard rasped against your cheeks as he deepened the kiss, his hand cupping the back of your head while you moaned softly into his mouth. He tasted like coffee and the vanilla creamer he kept stocked in the fridge for you—and something that was distinctly Curtis that you could never get enough of.

As the kiss went on, you began rocking your hips on Curtis’s lap, your bare pussy grinding against the bulge in his gray sweatpants. You gasped when Curtis left his coffee cup abandoned on the table beside him, gathering your wrists together behind your back and holding them pinned with one hand. Your soft tits pressed to his hard chest, your nipples brushing teasingly inside your shirt.

Before you could rub against him like a cat in heat, Curtis leaned back and admired the way you looked perched on his lap. His blue eyes darkened as he watched you writhe and hump against his bulge, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as your body rolled in a sensual movement that grew more desperate by the second.

“Daddy,” you whimpered, the first word you’d uttered since finding Curtis after getting out of bed. Your lips were pursed in a pout as you batted your lashes at your boyfriend, hoping to entice him into take things a little further. You were dripping down onto his sweatpants, leaving a wet spot you couldn’t bring yourself to care about when you felt so empty inside.

“Beg for it,” Curtis rumbled, his voice deliciously low and gravelly, having not yet shed the edge of sleep. A grin spread slowly across his face when your pout deepened, and he doubled down on his order. “Beg for daddy’s cock, bunny.”

Unfortunately for you, his command only succeeded in making you burn hotter with desire. Unable to stop yourself when his cock was exactly what you wanted, words of desperation tumbled freely from your lips.

“Please let me have your cock, daddy,” you begged as sweetly as you could, knowing your boyfriend wanted you to try your hardest to convince him to give it to you. “Wanna ride you, wanna feel you fill me up with your thick daddy dick, please, please, please,” you ended on a chant, your hips bouncing on Curtis’s lap with every pleading word.

Your boyfriend chuckled, his hand not holding your wrists captive sliding down his chest to the hem of his gray sweatpants. As you watched eagerly, he slid his hand inside, gripping his cock while his knuckles brushed against your clit through the damp cotton, making you moan wantonly. You thought you were going to get what you want, but Curtis wasn’t satisfied yet.

“C’mon, bunny, you can beg prettier than that,” Curtis teased, a smirk curling the edges of his mouth. His dark eyes were hooded as he stared deep into yours, watching you react to his words.

Your face twisted in frustration as desperation clawed through your body. Your pussy was throbbing and your clit was buzzing with need so you did the only thing you could—you begged as prettily as you could.

“Let me bounce on your cock, daddy, please,” you whined, your voice ragged with desire. “Oh god, I need your cock so bad, daddy—please, please god, let me have it, daddy, need you to stretch out my tight little hole with your fat cock, daddy, please!”

“Atta girl,” Curtis rumbled, leaning up and brushing a kiss to the underside of your jaw, the rasp of his beard teasing you so deliciously, you shuddered in pleasure. “You beg so pretty, bunny, love hearing such filthy words coming from your pretty mouth.” He pushed his sweatpants down, pulling out his cock and making you whine when he smacked it against your mound. “C’mon, bunny, bounce on daddy’s cock.”

You didn’t wait for further invitation, rising up and sinking down on Curtis’s thick cock in one quick movement, tossing your head back as you felt his hard length impaling you. You were so wet from grinding on him, that it was easy to take all of him in one downward thrust, and soon Curtis was buried so deep inside you, it took your breath away.

“Thank you, daddy,” you whispered earnestly, catching Curtis’s eye and holding his gaze. You rose up and sank back down on his length, your face twisted with pleasure and greediness as you took him faster and faster, until your ass was softly smacking against his thighs.

Curtis grinned, still holding your wrists pinned behind your back. He let his eyes drift down to your chest, where your tits were bouncing while you rode his cock, your nipples tight and poking through the thin cotton of the shirt you’d slept in. Your boyfriend sat back and enjoyed the show, watching while you took your pleasure from riding his cock.

It wasn’t long before your release was within your grasp, your hips rocking on Curtis’s lap as you fucked yourself on his cock and ground your clit against the base of him. It felt so good, his thick length dragging against your inner walls, the tip of his cock pounding against the very end of you, making you feel overwhelmed by him.

“Oh god, ‘m gonna come, daddy,” you cried, your body shaking and legs quivering with the effort it took to ride him.

“Come,” Curtis growled, his other hand squeezing your hip and urging you to rock harder and faster, your movements more grinding than real fucking. “Come on daddy’s cock, bunny, lemme see how pretty you look gushing all over my fat daddy cock.”

His filthy words were exactly what you needed and you tipped over the edge, your back bowing as you pressed down on Curtis’s length, a sharp cry fleeing your lips as you came. Your body trembled, hips rocking wildly as you drew out your release, pleasure washing over you in waves while you bounced on your boyfriend’s cock.

It was only when you came down that you realized you hadn’t felt Curtis come. He was still hard and rigid and nearly unyielding in your cunt despite the pulsing grasps of your inner walls. You looked to him with a question in your eyes, but before you could voice it, he cupped your face in his free hand and towed you in for a kiss.

“Feel better, bunny?” he asked in a low rumble when he pulled away. The desperation you’d felt had waned some, but the feeling of him still hard inside you kept the fire of your arousal burning at a low heat that thrummed beneath your skin.

“Yeah,” you said, huffing a sigh that was part contentment and part frustration, looking deep into Curtis’s blue eyes as you asked, “But what about you?”

Curtis only chuckled, his pearly white teeth standing out in stark contrast to his dark beard as he grinned. “You want my come, you’re gonna have to beg for it, bunny,” he murmured, kissing you so you could feel his smile against your lips.

After taking a sip from the lukewarm coffee Curtis had abandoned, you set to work earning your boyfriend’s come. You worked Curtis’s cock with your body, riding him slowly and teasingly, squeezing him with your tight cunt until he was on the edge. Then, you begged him for his come, as pretty as you could manage in between the moans falling freely from your lips.

Finally, once he was satisfied you’d begged as prettily as possible, he gave you exactly what you begged for.

The day may have started off lazy, but it turned out to be a steamy springtime morning with your boyfriend, and you enjoyed every moment you spent of it with Curtis.

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