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b1mbodoll · 6 months

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CNC HEESEUNG THOUGHT AHHHH

my mouth starts drooling at the thought of heeseung trying to “force” himself into me

pairings: lee heeseung x f! reader

warnings: cnc / can be read as noncon + creampies + degradation + manipulation + impact play + breeding + babytrapping + dacryphilia + pregnancy + mindbreak + daddy kink + overstimulation + objectification

💌: i blacked out writing this i don’t know what happened :T

“hee!” you cry, sobs wracking your chest as you try to push him away, shoving at his strong chest with your hands. “daddy, stop! don’ want it, please stop.”

heeseung doesn’t bother to stop and tears your panties with ease, licking his lips at the sight of your dripping cunt. despite how you wail and struggle he knows you want this, you want his cock rearranging your insides and it makes him impossibly hard when you act like you don’t.

he presses his lips to yours harshly, teeth against teeth and saliva dripping down your chin making him groan into the kiss. he kisses you until the lack of oxygen makes you slap him across the face, his cheek red and stinging from the pain.

gasping when you realize what you did you look up at your boyfriend, mouth opening and closing while you try to figure out what to say. “daddy, i’m so sorry — ” you trail off, fear making your heart pound in your chest. heeseung’s so angry now, clenching his jaw and staring you down intensely it makes you shudder.

“don’t act all sorry now, little one. i know you jus’ want daddy to fuck you like a dumb whore, isn’t that right? just need my cock fuckin’ a baby into you so you stop acting like a god damn brat, hm?” his tone is sharp, the bite in his voice leaves you with no other choice but to submit to him. “use your big girl words and tell me the truth.”

you’re quick to obey his orders, jutting your bottom lip out as you look at him, vision blurry with unshed tears. “seungie, ‘m so sorry,” you whine. “i didn’t mean to!” his hands grip your sweet face, thumbs wiping away your tears while you struggle to voice your thoughts. “but i don’t want it, daddy. can’t take it today.”

heeseung knows you don’t mean it, but your whiney voice does nothing except make his cock twitch, precum dribbling from his slit and seeping through his pants.

he wastes no time stripping, ridding himself of his clothes before lining the tip of his cock with your drooling cunt, coating his length in your juices because although he’s completely disregarding your wishes he doesn’t want to rough you up too much. “you’re such a little bitch.” he taunts, gritting his teeth as your tight walls accomodate to his cock and squeeze him just right, wet pussy squelching loudly when he bottoms out.

“be fucking quiet,” he pulls out til just his cockhead is inside, watching your hole clench around him. “just fucking take it, ‘s all you’re good for anyway.” you can’t bring yourself to reply properly when he bullies into your heat, your mouth falling open as he fucks you stupid.

your tummy feels so full, making you gasp every time his tip presses painful kisses to your cervix, sometimes even threatening to fuck into your little womb when he manipulates your body in a way that allows him to reach deeper. heeseung is completely drunk off the feeling of fucking you raw, feeling even more sensitive than usual as his bare cock drags against your inner walls, your pussy trying to milk him of his thick cum with each squeeze.

maybe he’d truly believe you didn’t want him to breed you if you weren’t moaning like a slutty little pornstar and if he couldn’t feel the way you suck him in, your hole welcoming the feeling of him battering your pussy and rearranging your insides.

“you didn’t want it huh?” you can hear the smirk on his face, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath and get used to how hard he fucks into you, “then why’s your nasty little cunt tightening up around me? it’s leakin’ so much too, ‘s cus you’re a fuckin’ slut, right?” he taunts, slapping your ass before continuining. “so stupid for dick you let me do this, fuck — ” he hisses, “still take it like a champ even after whining about it like a crybaby.”

his degrading words make you keen, pussy creaming around his cock and he fucks you through it, “holy shit, i’m gonna knock you up, slut.” his words are slurred and his mind hazy, struggling to keep his pace. “need to breed you, gotta let everyone know you belong to me.”

“no heeseung stop! i’m serious!” you put up a fight, squirming and twisting beneath him but it’s no use, body betraying you as exhaustion creeps up, making you go limp and take what he chooses to give you.

your voice is raspy and your scratchy throat has you wincing when you speak, “please, don’t cum inside.” despite your protests, the grip your pussy has on his cock is intense and heeseung grunts one last time before he’s spurting hot ropes of sticky cum directly into your womb, piercing your cervix in the process.

overstimulation pricks your nerves and the feeling of his cum flooding your insides causes you to sob, shaking as heeseung continues to violate your sore cunt. he doesn’t care whether or not you feel good from this, selfishly using you to chase his release over and over until he’s shooting blanks and sure you’re carrying his baby, stuffing his fingers in your cunt after pulling out.

“sorry baby,” he coos and presses a kiss to your temple when you jolt. “don’t wanna waste it, right? we gotta make sure it takes.”

you nod at his words without bothering to process what he’s saying, too fucked out to care about getting pregnant. after all, you wanted it, right?

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frostbeees · 4 months

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#signed sealed delivered #cam york #jamie drysdale #trevor zegras #phi

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blackmusicclips · 1 year

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#stevie wonder #signed sealed delivered I’m yours #bounce music #bounce beat

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abbatoirablaze · 5 months

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Delivered, Steve Rogers

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink, minor manipulation, minor domination, dubcon/noncon relationship.

Part 3 of 3.

Part 1, Signed

Part 2, Sealed

“If there is any reason that anyone here should find that these two should not be joined today in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace!”

You looked at the congregation through your thick veil, and it was like a room full of crickets. No one so much as even moved an inch. Your heart thudded heavily in your chest as your eyes searched, prayed for someone to stand.

Your eyes snapped to Steve’s and you could see him grinning ear to ear as the priest continued, “Steven and (Y/N), you are now joined in holy matrimony. I present you as Mr. and Mrs. Rogers. Steven, you may kiss your bride.”

Steve was quick to raise your veil and sweep you into his arms and an even more intense, searing kiss. One that instinctively had your eyes closing and your toes curling. The passion both turned you on and made you sick.

While you wanted to hate him for it, it was like your mind went blank and you allowed yourself to lean into it. You had hated him as children, but ever since the other night, there was something in you that made you drawn to him.

As your thoughts wandered to how he went from the sickly child who could have been knocked over by wind that was too strong, to how he was nothing but one hundred percent man, you felt his hand slip a little lower from your waist to your ass as he spun you and pulled you back to his chest. His fingers kneaded you through the fabric and he gave you a devious grin as your hands went up to tangle in his hair, he pulled away from you.

You gave him an owlish look while the congregation made up of your family and friends cheered for your union, all of them unaware of the fact that you knew what he was going to do in just a few hours time.

“I’ve got so many plans for us!” he promised as he turned the two of you towards the congregation. Steve raised your hand in his before pulling you towards the aisles so that the two of you could go to the reception.

You moaned as your husband’s cock kissed your cervix again and again. Your eyes rolled into the back of your skull as your mouth fell open in a silent moan and your back arched away from the wall, he had you pressed into.

His panting was heavy, the warmth of his breath fanning heavily over your neck as he pressed open mouth kisses along the column of your throat, “Casso, principessa. Sei cosi stretto. La tua figa mi sta soffocando il cazzo.” (Fuck, princess. Your pussy is choking my cock.)

“S-steve!” you whimpered, your nails digging into the fabric that covered his shoulders, “St-Steve. Steve!”

“Giusto. Gemi il mio nome!” (That’s right. Moan my name.)

“I-I don’t-oh god!” you moaned as you tried to stave off your orgasm, “Steve-we-FUCK!”

You sobbed against your orgasm as it came crashing over you all over again. His thick length driving so deep into you that you could feel him in your stomach.

He pulled away just enough for his lips to messily catch yours.

It was a battle of tongues and teeth as you tugged on his bottom lip with yours, needing to be dominative over something.

He growled, his hips bucking deep inside of you. Your core shuddered violently around his cock, and you let go of his plump bottom lip, moaning so loud you knew that your sisters had to have heard the impromptu consummation of your marriage before you even hit the reception.

“God, it’s so funny to see how the tables have turned after all these years,” Steve moaned as he broke the kiss yet again. His hips stopped thrusting and you quickly came back to reality as his thumb grazed over your own swollen lips, “been in love with you since we were kids, and you acted like you hated me the whole time…but right now…fuck, princess…I bet I could have you begging on your knees for my cock…you wanna be a dirty little slut for me…for your husband. You’re pretty little pussy is strangling my cock like it’s the only thing you need!”

You went to open your mouth, but his finger went over it.

“You don’t need to speak, sweetheart,” he smirked, keeping you silent. His hand slid away from your mouth and down your throat. You felt your cunt clenching around his cock as he stopped at the base of your throat. His brow lifted as his eyes met yours once more, “I can tell what you like just by the way that tight little pussy clings to me…you like this…don’t you? Like the idea of the danger even though you know I’d kill myself before I’d ever harm a hair on your head…is that what you wanna feel, princess? Danger? Wanna feel my hand on your throat as I fuck our future into you? God, you have no idea what you do to me…what you’ve always done to me…you made me everything I am, princess…made me fight to be the man I am today!”

“Steve-“

“And fuck…that body,” he groaned, as his hands slid down your chest, cradling your breasts which had been pulled out of the corseted top of your dress earlier so that Steve could play with them, “god, you have a body made for sin…puberty did us both well, didn’t it, (Y/N)?”

Your eyes flickered down to his kiss swollen lips, and even lower to his chest, the fabric of which was straining over it. The top button had been all but ripped open earlier in a fever as you pulled him into the closet, not knowing what had originally come over you.

His hands guided you to sit on his lap as soon as the two of you got into the limo.

You didn’t expect him to be rock hard.

Matter of fact, you had planned a very well-thought-out argument of how it was sexist for him to just assume you would be sitting on his lap.

But it had quickly gone out the window when you felt his hardened member even through the fabric of your dress.

And the look that he gave you…

It made you want to take him in the limo.

What was coming over you? And why were you becoming crazy over the man you hated as a child?

“We only have a few minutes,” he reminded you with a soft taunt as his hands ran up your chest. He smiled even more, seeing the tops of your breasts over the top of the corseted dress. He leaned forward, pressing gentle kisses on the tops of them. You shivered as his scruff gently scratched at your delicate skin, “so beautiful.”

“Ste-“

“Don’t speak,” he begged as he pressed his lips to yours in a hurried kiss. His hands slid up your body and he massaged your breasts before pulling one out, his mouth making quick work of kissing the exposed flesh until your nipple hardened under his touch, “I’m going to show you the world I built for us…and that starts with me making sure you never doubt how much of a man I am, again! Right now…I want you to feel that manhood…do you feel it, princess?”

You moaned out a yes, nodding as he took your nipple in his mouth. He held you firmly on his lap, grinding his hips upward and rocking against you through your separate clothing, while he tugged on your nipple ever so lightly as his hands wrapped around your waist so that he could bury his face against your chest.

You were having sensory overload.

How did he know what to do to drive you crazy?

“I’ve got so much in store for us,” he moaned as he latched onto your breast once more. Your eyes widened as he tugged your nipple between his teeth, teasing the sensitive nub. Your hands went to his hair, tangling in the sandy tresses, “oh god…keep tugging on my hair like that…I’m already so close to filling you up…give me a reason to not stop until I know you’re pregnant.”

Your eyes went wide, and like being doused in cold water, you sobered up immediately, attempting to push him away from yourself, “Steve…wait. I don’t-“

“No, no…” he pressed on as you squirmed against him, “we can’t stop now…not with how your pretty little pussy is milking me…that cunt wants to be full of me…and I’m going to give her everything she wants! I promised to build us a future when we were younger…it starts here…now!”

“S-Steve…stop!”

“Gonna give you everything, my love,” he promised as he closed in on his own high, “and it all starts tonight…first thing I gave you was my last name…now I’m giving you a baby! Maybe if we’re lucky it’ll be more than one…”

“St-“

He was quick to cover your mouth, and you bit back another whimper as you felt his cock twitch inside of you.

Your stomach turned as you heard how the announcements for your reception had started, and your brother Bucky was introduced with his wife. Your heart broke as you knew that just a few feet away your family and friends were joyously awaiting your entrance as ‘Mrs. Rogers,’ while your new husband was having his way with you…doing whatever he wanted.

“FUCK!” he groaned, pressing his forehead against yours. You whimpered even more as you felt the warmth of his spend making your stomach feel full. His face flushed, and he looked at you through sweetly sinister eyes. His other free hand stroked your cheek as a tear slipped down it, “oh baby…don’t cry…we’re married. This-this was what we were meant to do, right? Build up the five families…can’t build up the families if we aren’t making one ourselves…but don’t you worry, okay? Tonight’s just the start…I know we don’t have much time. Shit…I think I heard them announce Buck…”

He removed his hand and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips as he pulled out of you.

You felt hollow as he tucked his softening cock back into his pants and quickly moved towards the door. You could see just over his shoulder as the door to the reception opened once more, and they announced your sister Becca and her husband, Thor.

You pushed your dress back down over your lower half while you felt Steve’s cum starting to drip down your inner thigh.

He closed the door and rushed back to you, pressing another kiss to your lips as he straightened out his tie and then helped lift the top half of the dress once more so your breasts were contained in it, “we’ll pick this back up on the way to our honeymoon…promise…have a good little flight all lined up…we’ll christen the whole thing!”

“H-honeymoon?”

Steve smirked as he fixed your veil, placing it back on your head, “of course…I mean, if tonight didn’t take, I know we’ll at least have another month at one of my family’s estates in Tuscany…god you’ll love it there…nothing like those dreary old brownstones your parents have in London.”

You felt a fear raising up in your stomach as you looked at him, “Wh-what do you mean?’

“Baby…one way or another, before Christmas, we’re announcing the fact that there will be a new little Rogers baby…I told you I’m going to give you everything,” Steve smiled, “I told your father that the day that he agreed to let me marry you. I promised all of us a legacy. And we’re only just getting started. Now come on…we can’t miss our own entrance.”

You felt like a robot as he took your hand in his and ushered you out of the room. Winnie and Clint had just been introduced as your elder sister Bethany looked at you over her shoulder. She gave you a sympathetic look as her hand fell to her own stomach.

It was like she knew what you were going through because she had gone through the same things.

It was then that you noticed the way that Sam was holding her. It wasn’t romantic, but possessive.

Had all of your sisters gone through the same thing?

‘It’ll be okay,’ she mouthed to you as the door opened yet again and the MC announced her and Sam, ‘I love you.’

Steve wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you towards him in the same way that Sam had held your sister, and your stomach turned yet again as he gave you a smirk, “looks like we’re next, Mrs. Rogers. You ready?”

#marvel au #marvel #the avengers #steve rogers #captain america #signed sealed delivered #mob au #mafia au #dark steve rogers #steve rogers smut

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giantpacific-octopress · 19 days

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Book #25!

Fic: Apep Swallows the Moon

Fandom: Yugioh!

For: Me, the author!

A rebind of my very first bind - same fic, but updated with new skills, supplies, tools, typeset, and design sensibilities! This fic is about some horrible painful body transformations (weredragonism) and ritualistic axe killings in the woods at night, so I wanted the cover and the end-papers to reflect the bloody, uncanny, torn flesh feeling. I first cut a strip of the neon red slub and lay it across the (bradel bound) bookboards; once that was glued down, I tore up the scaly paper until I had the ideal shape for the cover. The end-papers are, of course, Crepaldi.

Typesetting details below the cut!

The fic also deals with ancient Egyptian myth and magic, so the typeset has ancient Egyptian elements, like a panel from the Book of the Dead where the gods kill the demon snake, Apep, that I used for the title spread. Apep is in the odd-page header of every chapter, but each chapter has a different hieroglyph in the even-page header, reflecting a key character from that chapter: the cat, the brother, and the Pharaoh.

BEHOLD! Demon snake!

#my books #bookbinding #signed sealed delivered

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pinkeoni · 10 months

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It’s always possible that they really did just forget Will’s birthday, human error happens all the time, but I will say that emphasizing Will’s birthday in a previous season -> writing the birthday out on the screen -> throwing in a few other lines about birthdays and forgetting them in the same season -> building an entire storyline in the same season around forgotten memories -> throwing in a scene about Will not remembering something from childhood very well -> Will’s birthday being forgotten becoming big on social media and the Duffers playing into it -> claiming that they were going to edit their show to change his birthday -> later stating on twitter that they will never edit their show -> continuing to bring it up + making a birthday post for Will on his birthday is a very very funny turn of events if the writers really did honestly just forget

#and maybe the stars just aligned to deliver this very funny joke and the universe is hilarious #its possible!!#but i still cant deny all of the signs pointing towards there being some kind of intention 😔#never leaving the birthdaygate death spiral!!#birthdaygate #byler #<- target audience #stranger things #will byers

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datura-tea · 5 months

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courier six/ulysses. you agree. reblog 👍🏼

#they are fucking nasty in the divide missile silo #shh peri shhh #signed sealed delivered #we are bound by symmetry

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mushroomnoodles · 19 days

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heres the normal golbaby designs for melinoe, melopia and relle. not canon to the revived timeline yet, idk if they will be. but theres a reason they look so different from morri (they along with oberon were a). not conceived through a speck of cosmic energy and b). conceived between two entities rather than GOLBetty and a human.

#i have a mproblem #golbabies #non canon.#so fun fact all three of these kids were based off the vibes of hawaii: pt II #relle is based off the “signed yours truly the whale” verses of dream sweet in sea major #the twins are both based off the “nuns commence incanting as the lightning strikes mine temples” part of the mind electric #but melopia's personal line is “scattering sparks of thought energy deliver me and carry me away”#and melinoe's is “here is my kingdom i am your lord i order you to cower and pra/ey”#the twins are insanity gods #although melinoe leans HEAVILY into the mind electric

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regina-cordium · 3 months

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Albert for the "send me a character" thing?

First impression: oh he's GINGER

Impression now: just a silly guy! i think he's definitely intended to be part of the comedic relief duo w/ race, but he's also got that layer of tired kid who's just trying his best (imo its seen best before kony, when he tells les "take it down, shortstack, i'm just reporting the news")

Favorite moment: someone else mentioned this, but his face during the part before king of new york where race pulls him close as he says "i'm FAMOUS"

Idea for a story: i dont think i have an idea for an albert-centric story. he's definitely chilling in the background of some, and i think he's gonna be popping up a bit whenever i get around to writing the lesbian sprace au, but nothing thats Just about him

Unpopular opinion: idk if i have one? like i dont think its unpopular, but i think he should get the same treatment as racer and it should be explored if his goofiness is all a mask

Favorite relationship: crutchie and its all ur fault

Favorite headcanon: this might actually be canon? or at least fanon? but he has a dad and two older brothers, but they Do Not Get Along and it's better for everyone involved that al stays at the lodging house

#this shows i gotta put more thought in our favorite guy going deluxe #newsies #albert newsies #albert dasilva #isabel #signed and delivered

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apelcini · 1 year

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new years always makes me feel really anxious and depressed about the fact that I’m a year older and still not Better™ so I’m goin to start a list of new year’s resolutions one can make that aren’t about being a better person feel free to add

#signed sealed delivered

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b1mbodoll · 19 days

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stepdad hoon!!!!!! stepdad hoon is so 😵‍💫 mbmnd i need him to manipulate me or sometbing

🐈‍⬛

💌: so sorry for the late reply, doll!!!! pls forgive me, in return i offer u this

mean stepdaddy! sunghoon wld do anythin for his ditzy lil stepdaughter <3 he’s borderline obsessive, stalking your socials and forcing you to block the pervs in your comments n spends so much time analyzing every aspect of your bedroom that he knows exactly what kind of gifts you’d enjoy n he has no problem spending insane amounts of money on you.

he’ll have you sit in his lap n go through site after site, finding lots of different toys to use in the bedroom, even buying you skimpy little outfits n expensive makeup with the intent to ruin your pretty face with cum after you get all dolled up for him.

while your stepdad has no problem spoiling you, he also has absolutely no problem fucking your bad attitude out of you <3 hoon’ll fuck your tight throat n wrap his hands around your neck as his thick cock makes you gag violently, watching as your eyes roll to the back of your skull n you struggle to breathe, mascara staining your pretty face as tears roll down your cheeks.

it’s not a good idea to purposely rile up your stepdaddy, though :T he’ll tease your pretty pussy with the tip of his cock, telling you that if you wanna cum, that’s all you have to work with <3 hoonie never lets you cum though, it’s a punishment after all! he shushes your whines after you fail to cum, saying you’d never learn your lesson if he didn’t follow through with this but really, you think he likes how needy you are for him n how you sob n sniffle when he jerks his cock over your poor, needy cunt and the way your empty hole clenches around nothing as thick, creamy globs of his cum cover your pussy, your back arching off the bed desperately.

#♡.signed. sealed. delivered.#♡.sweetheart: 🐈‍⬛#wrote this just now in one sitting idk if i like it #enhypen #park sunghoon #enhypen x reader #enhypen smut #park sunghoon x reader #park sunghoon smut

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larsnicklas · 4 months

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WILLIAM NYLANDER ✧ 240102 [What, if anything, can you tell us about how negotiations are going?] Like I said, I'm not going to answer any questions on that.

#william nylander #toronto maple leafs #maple leafs #leafs #nhl #hockey #meg.gif #meg.leafs #meg.all #stick to your guns my very best boy!!#you get your 11.25 x 8 and you don't say a peep until it's signed sealed delivered!!!#and you don't listen to a WORD that this market that doesn't deserve you says about how you're not worth the money!!!#get EVERY dollar you want!!! every cent!!!

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justlikemebutsixfootthree · 1 year

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i am BEGGING for sub matty

like him being all whiney and shit and whimpering

sorry i’m a whore

pairing: matty healy x f!reader

content: sub!matty, bondage, too much dialogue, begging, praise kink, Matty Healy Crying During Sex™, choking if you squint

wordcount: 1289

this blog is 18+. minors, do not interact. this blog is a safe space. no hate or disrespect of any kind will be tolerated. all work is my own. do not reupload my work on any other site without my consent.

a/n: we're all whores here <3 you are welcomed with open arms

it wasn't very often that you two got moments like this together. the mixture of matty's hectic schedule and your classes made it almost impossible to see your boyfriend, so you savoured any time you got with him, even if it was sometimes over the phone.

“are you sure you want to come over? i figured you'd want to get some rest." you had said, feigning shock at the fact that he wanted to see you. matty's days off are always spent with you, and this one was no exception.

you heard him chuckle, "i will, love. later. y'know, after." he said, making you arch a brow.

“oh? after what?”

he could hear the smile in your voice and grumbled on the other end of the line, knowing that you were already becoming smug from his suggestive tone. “come on matty, use your words. you'll rest after what?”

there was something wonderful about the contrast between how confident and prevalent matty was on stage to how small and fragile he became in your arms, pliant and needy. it never failed to amaze you how much different a person just a couple of words could turn him into.

the teasing words, the distance, the pure desperation; it all led to this. to matty, looking up at you with wide eyes, soft rope stark against his pale skin as he squirms in the chair he's bound to.

"please, love," matty begs, biceps straining. “you’re gonna make me come just from watching you.”

a short burst of laughter slips out of your mouth, morphing into a moan as you rock down onto two of your own fingers. “if you do,” you breathe, “i’ll never let you live it down, i hope you know that.”

“oh baby, i wouldn’t expect anything less,” matty grins, wriggling beneath you. "please just fuck me — i think my dick is going to fall off.”

“don’t be so dramatic.”

“don’t do this, don’t do that,” matty mocks. “next it’ll be don’t touch and don’t come and —”

your other hand shoots out to cover his mouth. “how about don’t talk? think you can manage that?”

matty's hips buck up at your harsh tone — his cock brushing against the place where your hand meets your sopping cunt. he nods frantically as his eyes grow cloudy.

“you’re so good for me, matty. so pretty when you get like this.” you withdraw your fingers from where they were buried within you, keeping your other hand over matty’s mouth. you pick up the bottle of lube from where you’d tossed it earlier and popped the cap with one hand, only moving the hand covering matty’s mouth to slather the lube over his cock.

“oh, fuck, babe,” the man underneath you groans, “yeah, yes, finally.”

“don’t be fucking greedy or i’ll just make you watch me.”

matty’s jaw drops open and his brows pinch together slightly. “please no. please, love. you can’t do that. i’m so — i’ll die. please.”

smirking, you toss the bottle aside and scoot forward so you’re positioned right over matty’s hips. “you sound so good when you beg, y’know that?”

“please, please let me fuck you. c’mon, ‘need you so bad, please, i can’t —”

“yes you can,” you interrupt. “and you will. beg all you like, matty, but you’re not getting anything unless you be good and shut up.”

satisfied with his silent nod, you lower your hips slowly, revelling in each inch that enters your body, sliding down halfway and then lifting off again.

“baby,” matty breathes, clenching and unclenching his hands. “shit, i’m not gonna last.”

“you say that every time, yet, you somehow manage.” you say as your thighs tremble. “but if you come before i say you can, i will edge you every night for a whole week.”

matty groans and his head falls back. “fuck me, you’re such a little shit when you’re in charge.”

hiding your laugh behind a hum, you take another couple of inches of his cock. “yeah,” you say, gasping at the stretch. “and you fucking love it, don’t you, baby?”

“look at me,” you wait until matty’s eyes flicker to meet yours to start rocking yourself back and forth. he swallows, a soft whine pulling from his throat when you lift your hips and started fucking yourself on his cock. “keep your eyes on me. i want you to see how good you make me feel. you’re so good, so good for me.”

matty’s a mess under you; eyes rolling back, face flushed, thighs shaking. his head falls forward onto your chest when you clench around him, and his mouth moves to lick and suck over your collarbones.

“babe,” he chokes out. “‘m so close.”

“already? god, you’re desperate for it,” you settle down on matty’s lap, grinding down slowly. he whimpers at the drastic change of pace and his eyes slip shut and before you can think too hard about it, your hand shoots out and grabs him by the hair, yanking his head back so his neck is exposed. “i said look at me.”

the once cocky man chokes out a moan and his eyes shoot open. “fuck, you can’t do shit like that or you’ll make me come.”

your grip tightens. “no, you don’t come until i let you. got it?”

“yeah,” matty breathes. “ yeah, i got it.”

“look at you. you’d do anything i wanted right now and you’d just listen. so fucking good for me, letting me use you — shit.”

his mouth drops open - cheeks pink and lips swollen. dark eyes slip shut and tears roll down his cheeks and, for a split second, like every time matty cries while you’re fucking, your heart stutters. but then matty moans out a breathy yes, fuck, and that just spurs you on even more.

“baby, i — please. please, i don’t know if i —”

“yes you can,” you cut him off. “you can do it. you’re so good, matty, doing so well.”

more tears spill down his cheeks as his head falls back, hitting the headboard. he gasps as one of your hands moves to rest at the base of his throat and your nails dig in. the sharp pain makes matty gasp, and his hips buck up.

“fuck, i’m close. fuck, matty — oh — ”

“love, please let me come,” matty whines. “please, ‘m so close — please, please baby.” his muscles strain against the rope, your name slipping from his lips over and over in gasped moans as his teary eyes try to make out your face.

“you wanna come?” you’re relishing this moment, soaking up the view of the cocky, confident rockstar reduced to shaky limbs and blushing cheeks. “come on, matty, come for me.”

at your permission, matty’s hips thrust up to meet yours and his whole body shakes as his orgasm wracks through him.

“shit!” it’s a gasp — a garbled curse rendered almost unheard under matty’s cries, and your head falls onto his chest as your orgasm flushes through your body. every nerve in your body thrums as if on the brink of overheating, and it’s only heightened by matty’s throaty groans that have your stomach swooping and your walls pulsing around him.

“fuck, matty. so good, you’re so good. did so well, shit.” you’re rambling as the last waves of your orgasm roll through you. “you look so pretty like this,” you mumble. “all fucked out and pliant.”

“fuck, i love you,” matty breathes, still catching his breath as you untie him. “shit, love. who taught you how to torture someone like that?”

you grin at him, leaning to kiss his puffy lips gently. “who do you think?” you whisper back.

“uh, no. i am not that cruel.”

“wanna bet?”

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abbatoirablaze · 5 months

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Sealed, Steve Rogers

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: sexual tension, slight angst, mentions of fighting, underage drinking, dubcon/noncon relationship.

Part 2 of 3.

Part 1, Signed

Part 3, Delivered

“My god, you’ve grown so much, (Y/N),” your future mother-in-law cooed as she pulled you into a hug. You gave Mrs. Rogers a small, albeit forced smile as you pulled away and she got another look at you. She reached out and stroked your cheek, “my god, I remember when you were just a little girl. Barely knee high and going at it with Stevie like cats and dogs. Now look at you! You look like a refined young woman…”

“Yeah…it has been a while…”

“Been a while,” she giggled, pulling away from you, “been a while might have been a holiday or two…I haven’t seen you since your mother squirreled you and your sisters away from sight when you hit the end of fourth grade.”

You gave another forced smile, “yeah…I’m sorry. I-I would have called…or written, but I-I didn’t have anyone’s numbers memorized. A-and, well…mum thought it was best that I focus on school. She always said a good education helps all.”

“It’s okay sweetie,” she smiled softly, “we understand…Steve’s sister just got married to that Parker boy…sweetest little couple you’ve ever seen…you’ll see them at the reception at the end of the week. They’re still finishing their honeymoon.”

Your eyes widened, “oh no…I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interr-“

“Oh, you’re not interrupting anything,” she laughed, “we insisted on Peter taking her on a nice little honeymoon to one of our villas in Milan. They get back from there in about a day or so, so they’ll have plenty of time to unwind before your nuptials…”

“Yeah…”

“Sarah…maybe we let (Y/N) get reacquainted with everyone…I don’t believe she’s gotten to say hello to her father yet…have you dear?”

“Oh…uhm no,” you admitted sadly, the smallest of frowns crossing your lips, “I-I haven’t seen daddy yet.”

“He’s in his office,” she smiled as she looped her arm through Mrs. Rogers, “go say hello to him and pull him from whatever he’s doing in there. He should be out here…enjoying the party. It is your homecoming after all…and soon you’ll be a Rogers and not a Barnes. All of you should be mingling…it’s your graduation and engagement party after all…”

“I still don’t see why we couldn’t do two separate parties,” Mrs. Rogers sighed as she gave you a soft look, “the girl should be celebrating all of her accomplishments…a party for graduating high school, and a party for becoming officially engaged to my Stevie. I keep telling you Winnifred this all feels too cluttered…you should have let me plan at least one of the parties…allow me to showcase our home...”

“You’re too kind, Mrs. Rogers,” you offered, giving your mom an out as you put a hand on her arm, “I’m perfectly fine with just the one party. Two parties so close to the wedding would have made it seem forced, wouldn’t it?”

She gave you a firm smile, “perhaps you’re right, sweetheart…you know, you always were a wise one, well before your time. And how many times do I have to remind you, it’s mom…you’re practically our daughter as it is, (Y/N). Lord knows Stevie’s been in love with you since the two of you were little…call me mom, sweetie…”

“Okay…mom…”

She chirped excitedly to your mother, cooing at how you calling her mom as well felt ‘all too right.’

Meanwhile, you rolled your eyes as you started back to the house, promising both mob wives that you would go to find your father, while ignoring the rest of the party goers and well-wishers.

You barely had an idea on who many of them were, only knowing that they were associated with one of the five families, and here to ‘strengthen ties.’

It sickened you to your stomach.

Everything was done to ‘strengthen ties,’ while they bickered behind closed doors and made stomach-turning deals. All of them wearing faux masks of happiness to see one another, when they would all too quickly stab one another in the back for a chance on a higher rung. But that was the nature of the beast. One that you’d become all too accustomed to.

You were glad when your parents sent you off to finishing school back in London. You didn’t have to deal with anyone and could just blend in without having to be a Barnes, or the future Mrs. Rogers.

“Champagne, miss?”

You smiled politely, holding a glass in each hand. When he gave you a look, you shrugged, “going to take one to my fiancé…or father. Whomever I can find first I suppose.”

He gave a nod, one that said that he didn’t believe you, but he didn’t question it as he turned on his heel and went back to the main part of the party. When he was out of sight, you downed the first. Feeling the crisp, dry bite of the champagne, you rounded the corner and took the other, as though it was a shot yet again.

A shiver ran down your spine as the warmth from the alcohol filled your belly. You placed the two empty glasses along a desk sitting in the entryway.

Sighing, you noticed that your father’s study door was closed.

It was always business with him.

But stepping forward you could hear voices behind the heavy wooden door. You frowned when you couldn’t recognize the one that was speaking, nor make out any words that he’d been saying. But a roar of laughter made you pause from knocking.

You recognized the melodic laugh of your brother, despite not seeing him since you were ten.

“You gotta stop getting into fights, punk,” the thirteen-year-old chuckled as he ruffled the sandy blonde hair of his best friend, “you’re twelve and nearly losing to a eight year old.”

“He was nine,” Steve grumbled, shooing his friend’s hand away, “and anyways…I didn’t need your help, Buck. I’m Steve Rogers. The heir to the Itali-“

“You’re the heir of every ass-kicking from here to the Bronx with how you go picking fights…” Bucky replied sternly, his laughter fading away, “come on man…I shouldn’t have to rescue you from a little kid…all I wanted to do was enjoy my book and-”

“He was annoying (Y/N).”

Bucky gave you a small frown and you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your eight-year-old chest, “he wasn’t annoying me nearly as much as you were, Rogers…”

Steve’s nostrils flared, “you know…I did it to help you, (Y/N)! I did it because I was standing up for my wif-“

“Don’t you dare say it, Steven Grant Rogers!” You growled, cutting the older boy off as you wagged your finger in his face, “don’t you dare! I am not your wife!”

“But (Y/N), you are going to be it one day!” he said quickly, “you’re going to be my wife! And I’m going to burn down the world for you…or at least anyone that gets in your way.”

“You’re in my way,” you growled, “you’re always in my way. News flash, Steve…I don’t need you lurking around every corner waiting to be chivalrous. I don’t want it!”

“But (Y/N) I’m doing it because I love you,” he simpered, attempting to take your hand in his own, “I-

You sneered, your face scrunching up at the words as you ripped your hand from his, “stop it, Steve! I will never be your wife…because you won’t make it to adulthood. You won’t ever be anything other than a scrawny little twerp who can’t fight his own battles let alone the ones you pick over me…and you’re gonna get Bucky hurt…just like the last time.”

Steve frowned as he turned to look at his best friend. Bucky nervously pulled the sleeve down so that his cybernetic arm was covered by the sweater, “(Y/N)…”

You looked at your older brother, still angry over the accident that Steve caused years ago when he and Bucky first became friends.

“I-It was an accident, my lo-“

“I’m not your anything, Steve!” you spat, glaring at the young man, “now go away!”

Bucky took a step forward, “(Y/N), that’s enough. Steve was being a good fiancé and looking out for you. And right now, you’re being a spoiled brat and pushing people’s buttons.”

“You had to come save his butt!”

“Yeah…and he saved yours…it’s what family does for one another…” Bucky growled, defending his friend, “family makes sure that they’re safe and sound. That they-“

“Then why did he let you lose your arm, huh Bucky?”

“(Y/N)!”

You were snapped from your thoughts, and you noticed that the door to your father’s study was open, and man just inside the door, holding it open was none other than your big brother. You felt a bit of pride in your stomach as you launched yourself at him, “BUCKY!”

“Pipsqueak!” Bucky exclaimed happily as he easily lifted you from the ground, “What are you doing in here? You’re supposed to be out there enjoying your party!”

“Ughh, gag me with a spoon!” you groaned, “last thing I want is another snotty person from one of the families telling me congrats. I wanted to see you, robo-boy!”

“(Y/N)” your father scolded as he stood from his desk. Your heart melted as you peeled yourself away from your older brother and started towards your father.

In the years since you’d last seen him, he’d definitely aged.

He was only about fifty years old, but time had not been kind to him.

He kept his hair short and tight on the sides, as was normal from his military days, but the salt and pepper look that had graced the longer hair on top was all but silver on the sides.

He looked like an aged version of your older brother. A little bit smaller, and definitely less muscle-mass, as well as the obvious differences in the fact that your father had both of his arms, while one of your brothers was a robotic one, but they were very much the same otherwise.

“Daddy!”

He smiled as you wrapped your arms around him, becoming wrapped in the scent of the posh cologne that he wore that reminded you of smokey bourbon and fresh leather. His scolding of you had quickly faded and he allowed himself to melt under your touch.

“Oh, sweetheart…I’ve missed you…it’s nice to have all of my children so close to home again…”

“How’ve you been. Wha-“

“Good…good!” he smiled, pulling away from you, “but I don’t want to talk about me. Tonight is about you, honey. You and Steve!”

You groaned, hearing your fiancé’s name, “Daddy….can we just not talk about Steve Rogers for a second…you know that I don’t want to marry him.”

“Don’t worry…I think you’ve made that abundantly clear since we were children.”

You paled as you turned around and noticed a man that you didn’t recognize, standing off to the side of the room. He was watching you interacting with his father while he kept his hands in his pockets.

You felt a blush rising to your cheeks as you stared back at the attractive man. He was tall and muscular…well built. His sandy blonde hair was styled elegantly, and he was dressed to the nines. You felt your heart fluttering as he looked at you with his cerulean stare and pouty lips.

Was he someone new to your father’s crew?

But then the words snapped in your mind.

‘Don’t worry…I think you’ve made that abundantly clear since we were children.’

And you paled once more.

NO!

It couldn’t be.

Your stomach turned.

Had you just been guilty of finding yourself attracted to him? To Steve Rogers.

You took a few steps away from your father and started to back out of the study. “Sweetheart, where are you going?”

“Anywhere but here,” you muttered softly as you backed through the door. You were nearly there until you stumbled when you took another step back. You thought you’d hit the edge of the door frame, but when you heard the crashing of a silver platter behind you and the crunching of glass, you spun, “oh fuck…”

You had knocked over a waiter carrying a tray of champagne from the catering space in the kitchen to the party outside.

“And here I was thinking it was bad luck to see the bride just on the night before the wedding,” the charming blonde smiled as he leaned against the bookcase. You shot him a glare, trying to focus your rage into him, instead of staring at his chiseled jawline and the way that his clothes clung to his muscular frame and slim waist. He pushed himself away from it and pulled his hands from his pockets. In three quick steps he was nearly on top of you, his arm already looping around your waist and pulling you close. Your lips parted as you stared into his cerulean eyes, unsure of what to do or say. A smirk tugged at his lips, “why did no one tell me that it’s also two days before?”

“S-steve…”

He chuckled, and the action sent a pulse straight to your core as he watched you, “have you been drinking, (Y/N?)”

You felt a whimper escaping the back of your throat as you lost all resolve. You weakly nodded, unable to form the words.

“I can smell it on your breath,” he chuckled softly, still holding you close, “You naughty girl…”

“Sweetheart…I’m sure you remember Steve…” your father reminded you, “perhaps…your brother should take you to the powder room though…or the kitchen and get you sobered up before we address the guests for coming to celebrate you and him…”

“Y-yeah…”

#signed sealed delivered #marvel #marvel au #the avengers #steve rogers #captain america

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