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camryn-haitani · 4 months

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you can take us, can't you?

Sam and Colby x Fem reader

you, Sam, and Colby were hanging out by the pool. you decided to go to the hot tub to warm up when Sam followed you. and things took a turn for the better

TW: p in v sex, degrading and praising, squirting, deep throating, recording, fingering (Fem receiving), body worship, fingering in hot tub (also Fem receiving), cursing, sir and daddy calling, pussy eating, masturbating, cum eating, ass slapping, smelling (Colby smells her a few times), pet names (too many to count), unprotected sex, after care

here's the long awaited part 2 <3

I'm sorry for making y'all wait😭

also ion know whats goin on with my caps on my i's. like some are capitalized and some aren't. oh well🤷

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you were extremely bored. like to the point where you were staring at the ceiling counting the spikes from the ceiling popcorn. you decided to text Sam and Colby in y'all's group chat to see if they wanted to hang out

Spooky Gang😱

you: hello my favorite paranormal investigators, I am very bored and have come here to bother both of yall

Colbs<333: wanna come over and swim princess?

Sam<333: anything for you darling

you: stooooop y'all flatter me🤭

you: but yes I'd love to come and swim. I'll be there in 30<3

Sam<333: we'll be waiting angel🖤

i put down my phone and start to get ready. Colby was already at Sam's so I didn't have to worry about him. i put on a baggy shirt and colbys hoodie wrapped around my waist with my bathing suit underneath. I didn't see a reason to wear pants or shorts so I didn't. i get to my car and I drive to Sam's

Colby POV

i was talking with Sam when I hear a car pull up. we both look at each other and thought the same thing. "shit, y/n's here..". we both swallow the lump in our throats and wait for her to get inside.

we hear the door open and there she is, all in her glory. i snapped out of my ogling over her and meet her at the door.

"hey pookies, how are ya?" she asked as she sets down her keys. "we're ok, what about you?" Sam asks. "hot, extremely hot and bored. sooooo why don't we jump in the pool?" she says as she takes off my hoodie from her waist. 'now it's gonna smell like her.' I take the hoodie from her and go to the kitchen. i make sure she couldn't see me and I smell the hoodie. her scent is so addicting, I can't get enough of it. i put it down before I'm caught.

we all go outside and get undressed down to our bathing suits and y/n just jumps in. she comes out of the water and gets out and comes to where me and Sam are. she bats her eyes innocently at me and holds my hand. i raise an eyebrow but I catch onto her motives. my eyes widen as I realize what she's doing. she pulls me into the pool.

"holy shit! oh my god it's cold!" Sam yells. "oh shut up, it's fine" she says. she starts floating around the pool when me and Sam have an idea.

we get out of the pool and surround her. she opens one of her eyes to look at us and we jump on her. she sinks underwater and comes back up gasping for air. "you little fucks."

Y/n POV

after their little stunt, I get cold and head to the hot tub. i step in and sink under the hot water. my nose and up are the only thing above the water until I feel something else come in. i open my eyes and see who it is. 'oh it's just Sam.' I think to myself.

i look around the pool and see that colbys not there. 'he must've gone inside'. i feel hands wrap around my waist and pull me up "hey what the fu-". I felt lips on mine. hungry and passion filled lips. I'm in shock when I see Sam kissing me and I'm in his lap, straddling his waist.

i kiss him back with the same energy he is with me. his hands move my body back and forth and I hear him groan against my mouth. i put more body weight onto him and he pulls back.

"do you know how much you drive us crazy, darling?" he questions. i shake my head no. "want me to show you?" he whispers against my neck. "yes please." he kisses up my neck and down my jawline while his hand snakes down to my bottoms. he hooks his finger around the fabric and pulls them aside. Sam teases his finger around my hole and grazes his fingertip on my clit. i hiss at the contact and my forehead reaches his shoulder. "you're so beautiful, angel. Colby was right, you get so sensitive." he whispers against my neck. 'colby talked about me?' I say to myself.

"w-wait, we can't do this here. there's no telling what's in the pool." i panic. "yeah, you're right." he says. he picks me up and I wrap my arms and legs around him. he carries me to the beach chair (I forgot what they're called, bear with meT-T) and lays me down. he yanks down my suit bottoms and runs his tongue up and down my slick folds. my hand quickly finds it way to his hair and grips onto it. "fuck Sam!" not expecting him to do that.

he slips his two middle fingers into me and sucks on my clit. his movements pick up as he harshly sucks on my clit. that familiar knot in my lower stomach forms while I can't even form words. "sa- cum-... fuck... Sam... plea...." i stutter out. "gonna cum, sweetheart? gimme a few more minutes love, you taste divine." he dives back into my pussy.

he stops before I can cum. i whine as I throw my head back. "wh...why?" i give him a questioned look. "I'm gonna wait for Colby, darling." he stands back up and picks me up. my bathing suit bottoms still on the concrete. i wrap my arms and legs around him. he shoves his two fingers back into me as I moan in his neck. he continues to finger me as he takes me back inside.

Colby POV

*this was when you went to the hot tub. also this is just a quick Colby pov*

i take my leave and go inside. i dry off and head to the kitchen. I'll let Sam have her for a moment. i see my hoodie and pick it up to smell it again. my eyes rolls back as I get hard from her raw scent. "fuuuuuck" I draw out. i go to my room and immediately take off my swim shorts. i jump on my bed and start to jerk off to hy own fucking hoodie. i place it on my head so it covers my nose and I start masturbating. her smell alone drives me crazy, it already makes me want to cum.

a good few minutes go by and I feel myself get more sensitive and the knot in my stomach breaks as I cum all over my stomach. i take my fingers and just lick it up. I have no shame in eating my own cum, so I do anyway. I hear the door open and I see who it is

Y/n POV

Sam is still finger fucking me as he walks and with every step he takes, his fingers go deeper into me. god it feels so good, I can't get enough of it. i hear Colby come up from behind me and grabs my face to make me look at him. "you gonna be a good girl for us, doll?" i can only nod as I still can't speak words. "nuh uh, I need words, slut." he grips my face tighter. "yes sir, I'll be so good for y'all"

"that's what I thought. can I have her Sam?" he looks at him. "all yours." Colby takes me to his room as Sam follows. he tossed me carelessly on his bed and I look over to see the hoodie I wore over here. 'oh hey there's my hoodie..... what's that?' I question. i pick it up and I see there's cum on it. i look at Colby to see that him and Sam are setting up a camera. 'shit... they're gonna record this.'

"hey Colby?" i ask. he comes over and runs his hands on my chest. "yes baby?" "uhm why is there-" "cum on 'your' hoodie?" he finishes for me. he leans down and starts to smell my stomach. "you smell angelic, sunshine. I couldn't resist."

Sam finishes setting up the camera and comes to where we are and starts pulling down his shorts. i hear the water filled shorts fall on the floor and Sam's cold hands touch my chest. "you ready for us, dear?" i nod my head as I feel two fingers slip into me. "what did I say about words, babes?" Colby grips my face again. "I'm sorry.... y-yes I'm ready" I answer.

Colby walks around to the other side of the bed and takes off his swim shorts. his dick slapping against the side of my face. Sam walks back over to the camera and starts recording. colbys tip presses against my lips, waiting to enter my mouth. Sam gets on his knees and grips my legs so they're over his shoulders. his tongue presses onto my clit ever so lightly. my cold hands run over colbys waist. i feel him shiver against my touch.

"you ready Sam?" Colby asks. "as I'll ever be." he answers. at the same time, Colby shoves his dick in my mouth as Sam slips his tongue in my pussy. i moan around Colby as he thrusts into me with no remorse, while Sam takes his times tasting me.

i get flipped over to where I'm on my stomach, not stopping my movements with Colby. sama nose brushes against my aching hole while he laps up my clit. 'colbys about to cum' I tell myself. i grab his waist like last time and deep throat the rest of him in me while he grips the back of my head, pushing me further than I was. his cum slipping down my throat.

my thighs clench around Sam's head as I'm nearing my high. "I can feel you, you bout to cum, love?" Sam teases. "mhm yes yes" I nod. "she's done such a good job, she deserves a reward" Colby coos as he lifts my head to look at him.

i reach that ever so god feeling high Sam gave me after denying me earlier and I get flipped back onto my back. "now darling, we won't hold back unless you want us to, mkay?" Sam says. i start to nod when I remember Colby. "yes sir" I say.

Sam lines himself up with my hole. Colby starts feeling my chest and stomach again, smelling all of me. Sam gives me a look saying 'you ready?' and I nod. "what did I say about using your words, slut?" Colby grabs my face with his hand again. "thats what? the third time? i think you need a punishment, hm?"

"no no no no please daddy m'sorry. won't happen again." i plead. "hm too late princess, now take my dick like the whore you are." he takes his opportunity and slides his dick back in my mouth

Sam pushes his way into me as I'm busy with Colby ramming his cock back into my throat. the pleasure from both of them is too much. 'i feel like I'm about to pee myself' I know I'm not but it feels like it. next thing I knew, I felt relieved of that pressure. i open my eyes to see both of them looking down at me and sams chest being all wet. i feel Sam and Colby throb in both my mouth and my pussy. "shit you're gonna need to do that more often sweetheart because that was so hot." Colby says as he lens down to smell me once more. his cock still gliding in and out of me.

Sam's thrusts get more erratic and Colby gets more harsh. i can tell both of them are about to cum, as am I. i pull Colby more into me because it seems to get him to cum and I pull my legs around Sam to pull him closer. i feel both of their cum dripping in me as they both pull out.

colby goes and gets a washcloth to clean us up as Sam stops recording and cleans himself up in the bathroom.

"I will definitely be sending this to you" Sam tells me

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YAYAYA I DID IT

Also have some Sam and Colby pics

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armydreamersss · 24 days

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In your heart

Pairing : Thomas Shelby X Wife! Reader

Summary : You aren't sure if your husband loves you anymore so he shows you how much he does.

Warning : 18+ spanking, daddy kink, degrading kink, praising kink, kitchen sex

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Y/N Y/L/N, or commonly known as Y/N Shelby, laid on the shared bed in your and Tommy's house. You were growing anxious about your husbands arrival. He hadn't done anything sweet for you for a while, and now he told you to wait for him in bed? You were certain he'd divorce you if you said no, so you agreed. But you also agreed because he called you 'Good girl' when you obeyed his orders.

Suddenly, the front door opens and closes, and you hear footsteps making their way to the room. You greet Tommy with a soft smile as you look up at him.

"What are we doing, Tom?" You ask with a quiet chuckle.

He grins as he walked over to you, bending down in front of the bed, smirking, "I've a gift for you, darling," He leaned over and gave you a kiss before taking off his shirt.

"And what's the gift then, Tom? Sex?" You joked before he kissed you again. Wow. He was really gifting sex...

The next day, you walked downstairs in just your night gown when you saw him downstairs. You smiled and walked over to him, "Good morning, darling."You pecked his lips and sat down at the table. You looked up at him as the cheeky smirk grew on his face.

"Morning, suger," He smirked and bent over to peck your lips. You kissed him with a little more force and he slipped some tongue into it when you pushed away.

"Wait, Tom... I have to ask you something," the serious expression grew on your face as you felt anxiety pent up in your mind. When he gave you the green light to continue, you took in a deep breath and began."I don't know if you love me anymore. I love you, Tom, but do you? It seems like whenever you aren't mad, you want sex. And when you don't want sex, you're mad or gone. I don't get you Tom. Can you just tell me if you love me still or not?"You asked with full seriousness in your tone.

He looked at you as if you were crazy, "Y/N, are you kidding?" He put his arms around your waist and smiled. "I love you, Darling. If you were a thousand pounds fat, or only one pound skinny. If you were a woman or... nevermind. No matter what you'd be - except a man - I'd still love you. You're the perfect woman ever. You don't get how much I love you."He stated before kissing you again. He kissed down your neck, shoulders, and gently moved the nightgown to place two little kisses on your boobs.

Luckily, Charlie was gone off with his cousins.You moaned a little and watched as he made his trail of kisses down to your thigh. You gripped his hair as he opened your nightgown and gave your wet heat a kiss.He slapped your ass and stood back up, "So wet and you just woke up, honey. Did seeing me make you that wet?"

He taunted and you couldn't help but nod. "I-Im sorry daddy..."He shook his head and sighed "Well, I can't leave my pretty girl wet now, can I?"

He bent you over the table and slapped your pussy before taking his pants off. He rammed his cock into your tight cunt and moaned "Fuck, doll." He grabbed your hair and fucked you harder. "God, you like that, you fucking slut?" He pushed all of his length into you and stayed still "you're my pretty slut, right, baby?"

"Fuck, yours Tom! All of yours!" You moan as your walls clench around him. You quickly came around his cock as he smacked your ass again.

You feel his hot come shoot into your womb before he pulled out "i love you." He mumbled into your ear before starting round two with doggy style.

#thomas shelby #peaky blinders #cillian murphy #autumn-list

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linos-luna · 4 months

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Odd Fantasy ❣️

Yeonjun x Reader

Warnings: roleplay? CNC, rough sex, spanking, hair pulling, HARD KINK ?

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It’s a slow boring Sunday and you found yourself doing laundry. While waiting, you sat in the living room with your boyfriend. He was supposed to be watching tv but was more interested in what you were inquiring about. Something you read about online.

“It’s really not that weird.” Yeonjun said with a chuckle.

“It just seems like a weird thing to get pleasure from.”

“Well it’s roleplay, baby.” He said with a shrug. “It’s in a controlled environment and admittedly… kinda sexy.”

“Sexy?” You said, quite baffled as you got up to get the laundry. “Not sure about that.”

“What, you don’t find it sexy?” Yeonjun smirked while grabbing your waist from behind and getting close to your ear. “Just a helpless girl… home alone… when a man swoops in and shows you who’s boss…”

“N-no…” you chuckled nervously. “Not sure I like pretending to be robbed.”

“Yeah? But it’d be agreed upon beforehand. It’d be safe.” Yeonjun said while rubbing his hand up your thigh. “Just imagine…”

You blushed at the feeling, whimpering a bit as he got closer to the crotch of your pants.

“…Just a helpless girl… minding her business when someone comes in… bends her over… and fucks her good…” he smirked while rubbing your sensitive area. “… but she loves it… because she’s never felt so good…”

“M-mhm…” you stuttered before he suddenly let go, making you whine a little.

“But of course, it’s not for everyone.” He teased. “Not everyone is kinky like that. Now go get the laundry, sweetheart.”

You paused and blinked momentarily, completely forgetting about the laundry. “Y-yeah… let me go get that…” you said awkwardly before stepping out.

You thought about what he said while going to the laundry room of your apartment complex. After getting the clothes and returning to the apartment, you put them on the bed. As you were about to fold them, you realized you hadn't seen your boyfriend since you got back.

“Yeonjun…?” You called out while walking back to the living room to look for him. After a bit of searching you went back to the bedroom.

Suddenly, you felt a presence behind you and before you could react, you were grabbed. Pressed against a chest and a hand on your mouth. In a panic, you struggled but it was useless as he was strong.

“Hi darling, I’ve been waiting for you.” The voice said. It was Yeonjun. “Hold still.”

You groaned a bit, trying to say something but his grip was tight. You then tried moving, only for him to sternly jerk you.

“I said hold still!” He said sternly.

You whined and tried moving again, only for him to pull your hair.

“When I say hold still, you hold still!”

Your heart was racing from his stern tone, he’s never spoken to you like that before. It made you freeze but also… excited?

“Good girl…” he smirked while pushing you to the bed, bending you over the edge and yanking your pants down.

“J-Junnie??!”

“Shut up!” A suddenly spank to your ass shut you up really quick, only making you whimper.

“Jun—!”

“Shut up!” He repeated, now pulling down your underwear and lowering his pants and boxers while pinning your hands against your back with one hand.

“You’re gonna take my cock like a good girl, yeah?” He grunted while entering your cunt, surprised that it was already very wet.

“M-mmhm—”

He spanks you harshly and you cry out.

“Yes!”

Yeonjun was pretty satisfied and harshly thrusted, giving no time for adjustment.

“F-fuck! Yeonjun!” You moaned loudly as he mercilessly railed you into the bed. “F-fuck fuck fuck!”

“Taking me well…” he grunts. “You like it, huh?”

It was hard to respond as your mind went to mush. His hips thrusted so hard that the bed would move and sound of skin slapping echoed off the walls. He hit that bundle of nerves over and over, making you lose it. But he wasn’t lying; you loved it.

“Agh—! Fuck—! Jun—!” You moaned louder as he continued pounding you.

The feeling was so exhilarating. You were aroused by his words and enjoyed how rough he was. It opened a new feeling you never thought you could feel from a moment like this.

“Dirty girl… you love this shit!” He laughed deviously as he felt you squeeze around him, getting closer to your high.

Your eyes rolled back as you finally released. Before you could relax, Yeonjun pulled out and flipped you over.

He pumped his length a few times before releasing on your stomach, then putting his hands to your neck, choking you lightly.

“You like that, baby?” He panted, getting close to your face as his cock rubbed against your sensitive cunt. “What’s wrong, darling?”

“J-junnie—!” You whined as his cock was overstimulating you. The lightheadedness from his grip also felt euphoric. “F-fuck…” you panted, sounding almost as if you were giggling a bit from the high.

“Mmhm?” He smirked while giving sloppy, open mouth kisses to your parted lips. “More? You want more, right dirty girl?”

You couldn’t respond, only holding his wrist and gasping to catch your breath as he continued choking you. He only let go when it seemed you were on the verge of passing out.

You gasped when he let go, trying to get your vision to focus on him.

A complete 180 from his rough demeanor just a minute ago, Yeonjun leaned over you and gently rubbed your cheek.

“Did you like that, babygirl?” He asked while kissing your forehead. “Did I please you~?”

“Mmhm.” You responded, still sounding high.

“Would you like it again sometime?” He asked softly.”

You only nodded, still lost in pleasure. Yeonjun thought you were adorable and kissed at your neck, hoping to leave some marks behind. You closed your eyes while feeling his soft plump lips against your neck. It felt heavenly…

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georgiapeach30513 · 7 months

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Your Mark On Me, Part 6

Summary: you become his

Pairings: Steve Rogers X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, fingering, squirting, cockwarming, humiliation, edging, dry humping, pinching, mirrors, teasing, slapping, multiple orgasms, gun kink, squirting, tears, begging, choking, spanking, D/s dynamics, pain kink, forced marking, tattoos, fight, Steve Rogers, me (sorry guys. No I’m not), 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 7.5K

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*Tattoo edit created by @randomagnes0210

*Dividers created by @firefly-graphics

“Mmm,” Bucky moans from in between his now fiancé’s thighs. Her eyes roam around the bedroom before looking over to his phone on the nightstand. She is unable to fully enjoy Bucky feasting on her honey because she’s too in her head.

Bucky pops his head up, watching his sweet neurotic love of his life be anywhere, but present. Playfully he rolls his eyes before crawling up her body, and leans down to pepper kisses on her mouth, “Shy, what’s the matter, darling?”

“I want to talk to Steve,” Bucky leans back, letting his eyes narrow while he tries to read her facial expressions.

“Why?” Finally her vision settles on his handsome face, but she shrugs. “No. Until you tell me why, I won’t be giving you his number. Why do you want to speak to him?”

“I want him to let you come back home,” sighing, Bucky flips over on the bed, pulling her onto his chest. His hands brush up and down her back while he presses his lips against her forehead. “It’s not fair that you are going without sleep watching that girl. Alpine misses you.”

“Alpine does, huh? You’re bringing our daughter into this?” Bucky knows that when you blame Alpine for things like this, it’s also what you feel deep down as well.

“What happens if we have a human daughter? You’re still going to blindly listen to what Steve says?” Bucky starts to speak, but she covers his mouth with her hand. “I’m just saying the job you’re doing is what someone else should be doing. You are the second in command and he’s got you doing stupid shit.”

“Okay,” he whispers, kissing over her face, “But you have to be prepared for Steve not to listen,” she gives him a pitiful little pout, and all he wants to do is bite her kiss swollen lips. He had been starving for her, and didn’t stop kissing her, except when she was asleep. Her lips are still bruised. “Shy, the reason he wants me to watch her is because he trusts me.”

“And he knows you won’t fuck her,” Bucky rolls his eyes, and she gives him a playful smack on his chest. “I’m serious. I know you’ve seen him fucking. It’s his weird kink. He doesn’t want you to touch, but he gets off on the humiliation of showing them off in front of his men, mostly you.”

“I’ve seen fuck many times. I’m immune to his fuckery. Fine. Call him.”

“You are changing the subject. You’ve seen her pussy, haven’t you?” There is no point in arguing with her, so Bucky just nods his head. “Whose is prettier?” She asks, smirking and reaching for his phone. Sitting up, she straddles his body, giving a little grind on his stomach. “Tell me.”

“The cunt that is slippery on my stomach is the prettiest puss I have ever seen. No puss feels better than yours when you got me in that gorilla grip, and nothing is sweeter. Shy, darling, you know that the only cunt for me is…stop that,” he slaps her ass when she starts rolling her hips on him. “I was making my declaration of love to that pretty pussy, and you’re trying to get me hard. Call Steve. Tell him what you need.”

“Not while you’re here,” she giggles. Bucky moves his arms quickly, and pinches both of her nipples at the same time, “Bubba…”

“I want you to call Steve right now. Use your strong voice that you use with me sometimes,” she takes a deep breath, pulling herself out from a lustful state, and giggles. Attempting to push Bucky’s hands off her. “No, I want to play with these,” he coos, rolling his fingers.

“Then stop pinching. It kinda hurts.”

“Then why are you getting wetter? Did you forget, I feel you?” Her hands soothingly rub up and down Bucky’s arms, loving the feel of his flesh and metal. His hands flatten out, and he cups each breast in his hand, “Better?”

“Give me your phone, Bubba,” Bucky cocks up an eyebrow, and she knows he’s not dropping his hands. Instead she reaches over to grab his phone. Unlocking immediately when her face comes into view to unlock the phone, she takes a deep breath.

“Shy, you’ve got this,” Shy had grown so much since the first time he met her. She still kept to herself, and still didn’t like confrontation, but anything for Bucky.

“I know. Be quiet, you. I’m going to put this on speaker, so shush,” she waits patiently as the phone rings. Using her free hand to cover Bucky’s eyes. Lost in a sweet moment when she flinches.

“What do you want now? I gave you your time off, enjoy your shy pussy,” his voice is so much harsher than Bucky. Annoyed the moment he answers.

“Uhh…Steve?”

“Is this the illusive girlfriend?”

“Fiancé,” she informs him. It did just happen, but she needs Steve to realize that Bucky was serious about their relationship.

“Fucking hell. He finally fucking did it. He told me he was going to put a rock on you. So he’s good to come back, and take care of business? You got your ring, and he’s got his pussy locked down,” Bucky’s hands tense on her chest, and she gulps, trying to figure out what to say.

“No…I — uhh…I don’t want Bucky to be gone for days at a time. He should be allowed to come home every night, and…”

“Are you trying to tell me how to fucking command…”

“He’s not yours to command!” Her chest heaves as she blinks away her angry tears. The hand covering Bucky’s eyes runs down his face to cup his cheek, and she uses her thumb to brush over his lips.

“Steve, you’re using his loyalty against him. Bucky has a home, and…maybe he could watch her during the day, and — a-a-and then she goes home with you,” Steve’s end of the phone goes silent, and Shy bites at her lip. Her thumb is still caressing Bucky’s mouth before she slowly slips it past his pout. He gives the appendage a little nibble, smiling up at her. Bucky is so proud at how she’s handling the situation, even though he wants to throw Steve across the room.

“That’s not a bad idea. I will need her to be with me soon anyways. I won’t be able to keep my hands off her once my cock has finally…”

“Steve, I don’t need to hear how you’re going to take your girlfriend’s virginity. I just need my fiancé to come home every night. It’s what I need more than anything. You know I need him, and…and he needs me, too. We’re kinda co-dependent.”

“Huh,” he sits silent. Kicking his feet up on his desk, while his hands run through his beard. “I just need my little bird to be dependent on me.”

“Oh…well okay. I hope she is then. Uh…bye?” She receives her answer with a prompt ending of the call, and she looks up at Bucky. “You’re coming home tonight.”

“Yep, and since I’m coming home, I’ll only take a shower with you. We don’t have time for sex.”

“There’s always time for sex, Bubba.”

“Nope. But when I come home, my sweet little Shy Violet, I’m going to make sweet love with you, and I’m going to put a baby right here in this belly,” his finger pokes her belly, and he holds on tight to her. Lifting both of them off the bed. “For now, we shower. Tonight, I stuff you full!”

You walk down the steps of your school, pausing as everyone else pushes around you. It was the weekend, and they were ready to get it started. You stand there staring at Steve smirking from the backseat of the SUV. His hand rubs up and down his thigh while he waits on you.

When you make no attempt to walk towards him, he lifts his hand, curling his finger to wiggle at you. Somehow, like a good girl you respond. Once you get close enough, he opens the door. Instead of scooting over, he holds out a hand to you. “Wouldn’t it be easier for me to walk around the car and get in my own seat?”

“No,” he smiles, still holding his hand out to you. “You’ve got a new seat right here in my lap. Let’s go.”

You take a moment to look around campus, making sure no one is watching you before you crawl in. His hand immediately runs up your thigh, and pushes apart your legs. Flattening his hand, he palms your covered core. Biting on your lip, you refuse to let out any sounds.

“Those sounds belong to me, too,” you shake your head no. Still in this weird tug-o-war game with him. He enjoyed your spitfire ways, even if they annoyed him. “Yeah, they do, little bird. This slick that you have gathering in this cunt belongs to me just as much as those whimpers.”

“What — what are we doing? Going?”

“I’m glad you asked,” he smiles, pushing aside your panties. He stuffs three fingers into you, and you try to raise off his lap, but he pushes you back down. Squirming around, you try to take a deep breath, attempting to adjust to his fingers, “Stop that. I’m not going to finger you. I just want to feel your walls flutter around me, while you keep them warm. They’re cold,” he would be the one to find an excuse to have himself inside of you.

“Where are we going,” you whisper, still refusing to give him any form of enjoyment.

“Bucky doesn’t want to watch you sleep anymore, so you’re going to my place.”

“The cabin?” His fingers curl into you, and he holds them right over your g spot, and you become annoyed with the lack of friction.

“No. My place. Some nights I sleep upstairs in the club, but I don’t want them to hear you,” you gulp while you look at him. Lip starting to tremble. He had plans to make sounds scream out of you, “Are you ready to beg?”

“No,” you answer with as much sincerity as you possibly can. Gritting his teeth, his fingers start fucking into you. Still curled, and still pounding over a spot that has stars that light up your vision. “Steve, I said no! Oh god!”

It isn’t only squelching sounds, it is a waterfall as your cunt gushes out onto his lap. Legs starting to tremble with your release. You aren’t sure how he can make things happen so fast, but he always finds a way.

“Steve! Ahh,” both hands grab onto his arm, attempting to shove him out of you but he just goes harder. Laughing when your pussy releases more arousal. “Steve! Steve! Fuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuck!”

A gagging noise releases from your throat when his drenched hand circles around your throat. “Steve, please…please, I didn’t mean to. You were in me!”

“You know very well what I fucking meant when I said I needed to be inside of you when you want to open that filthy fucking month. Get on the goddamn floor,” your eyes look up to the front, and Sam rolls his eyes. “Don’t look at him. Get in the fucking floor, Dovey!”

You scramble into the floor, and he rips open your shirt, pulling each tit above your bra. Pinching on both nipples, he pulls you towards him. “Take out my cock, and just hold it in your mouth.”

“What?” If you weren’t wet before, you are sopping wet now. Could feel your slick sticking to your thighs as you twitch around. His grip on your nipples is rough, and you want to yelp, but it would only make things worse.

“Did I stutter? Take out my fat cock, and just hold it in your mouth. If you suck on it, I will conduct a meeting with your legs spread wide, and my dick resting in your ass. That way everyone gets to see your virgin cunt clench around nothing at all. Do you understand?” It takes you too long to respond to him.

His fingers grip your sensitive buds harder, pulling your face right over the hardening bulge in his pants, “Do you fucking understand, Dove?”

“Yes, sir. Yes, I understand,” tears cloud your vision as you unzip his pants. Whimpering when your fingers come into contact with his heated and heavy cock.

“Do not suck, Dovey,” he gives your nose a tap with his finger, letting you open your mouth wide, and you take as much of him as you can. Kneeling on the floor, and waiting to get to your destination.

“Steve, you don’t think you’re being too mean to her?” Sam looks in the mirror with concern. Everyone worried about your wellbeing more than Steve.

“No,” he chuckles. Adjusting his position, and pushing himself deeper into your. “Make sure you breathe through your nose, little bird. Sam, you know as well as I do I could be a hell of a lot meaner. How do you like keeping my cock warm, Dovey?” You glare up at him, and he gives a quick swat to your cheek.

You didn’t mind giving him head but this just sitting here with his throbbing cock in your mouth is torture. “If you’re gonna look up at him with your mouth so pretty and stuffed so full your cheeks hurt, at least look like you’re enjoying it.”

“You’ve got her stuffed in the floor of the car, and drooling in your lap, not to mention, you made sure her cunt made a fucking mess in my car — again.”

“That is my cunt, and it was beautiful. I love that she’s extra sloppy. Could you imagine pumping up that pussy until it’s good and swollen, and then pounding the shit out of her? My god, she would just be a soaking fucking mess. We’ll try that one day, Dovey.”

Humiliating. And still your leak arousal. This shouldn’t turn you on being treated like an object for his pleasure, but it did. “Maybe you should take her out on a date,” Sam’s deep brown eyes look into the back, and Steve is actually smiling down at you. “She might beg.”

The moan you release has Steve’s head tilting back. He tries not to fully let go, but that felt fantastic. “Is that what you want, little bird? You want a date? Moan twice for yes,” such an asshole. He could have said once, but no. He wants to make sure he gets as much pleasure from this as possible.

Still glaring up at him, you moan. Wiggling a bit, trying to make yourself comfortable before moaning again. “Well, we’re laying low right now,” your moan is more of a growl. Dribble drifts down onto his lap, and you give him a little pout. Both arms wrap around his leg, and you cling to him. He seems to like you needy. And what you need is relief, or for him to taste you.

“We’re not fucking going out, and that’s final. Sam, make sure that Loki is at the house before you leave,” who the fuck was that? Loki? And why is Steve asking if you want a date, and then refusing? Prick.

“Suck!” His hands plant themselves on the back of your head, and he forces you to take every bit of him. Crying from lack of oxygen, and gagging with his cock shoved down your throat. You couldn’t suck if you wanted to. Steve just wants to push your limits.

Your nose presses up against his skin, and the feeling of your drool and tears just makes him hold you more. “Yeah, Dovey, that’s a good fucking girl. Can take every bit of my cook.”

“Steve.”

“Mmm, my god, that cunt is going to feel amazing,” your vision starts to blur, and you try to push yourself off him, but he clings tighter.

“Steve.”

“You can take every bit of me, sweet little bird. I’ll reward you later,” terrified, you smack at the seats. If screaming was an option, you’d be doing that. Clawing at his legs, slapping him, just anything to get his attention.

“Steve!” Sam slams on the breaks, and turns around to glare at him. “She can’t fucking breathe!”

His heavy load spurts down your throat, before he lets you go, and you gasp for air through his sticky cream. Your lungs burn almost as much as your throat, and you look up at him terrified. “I wasn’t gonna kill you, sweet Dove. You won’t die a virgin. I want you on your knees, so I can stare at your cunt.”

“Why?” You tremble, wiping off the mess on your face. Smeared saliva and cum spreads around your soft skin, and Steve wants nothing more than to paint your entire face with his seed.

“Because, I need to see how wet you are,” your head only shakes back and forth once, but it’s enough to annoy him. “Get on your damn knees before I shove my fist in your cunt.”

Without readjusting your clothes, you get onto the seat on all fours. Laying your head down as Steve lifts up your skirt. “You're such a slut for me, Dovey. Your legs are just as soaked as your pussy. What is it that you want?”

“I want you,” you whisper. Biting on your thumb nail when you look at him.

“Why? I am your worst nightmare, am I not?”

“Uh huh. But…” your look towards Sam; he has his eyes back on the road. Ignoring everything that is going on just inches behind him. “I like being scared.”

“And that’s why you piss me off?” He spreads slick to your puckered hole before spitting down to your hole that has never seen any action. “You piss me off because you enjoy being scared?”

“What are you doing?” He is just staring at your muscled hole. He is ready to devour you. Sink into your truly virginal hole, and feel you clench around him in a different way.

“Making sure you’re scared. Answer my question,” his thumb slips into your soaked channel before his finger teases around your asshole. “Am I scaring you, Dovey?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You know I will own all your holes right?” You squeak when his finger breaks the barrier of your tight channel. Pushing yourself even more into him as his thumb and finger fuck into two holes. “I will own you. I will destroy you, and I’m getting fucking tired of your games. Do you piss me off because you get off on the fear of what I’m going to do to you?”

“Yes. Yes, sir,” you sob. Your body starts to rock into him while he just sits there. Smirking at how much you are enjoying both holes being played with. Taking his entire fingers and desiring more.

“You like this? You want a second finger in your ass?”

“Uhh,” you hesitate, but Steve didn’t care. A second finger breaches your walls, and you scream out his name. There is a feeling of fullness that makes you want more. You have no doubt that Steve is going to push you to your limits, but you wanted him to. Wanted someone to make the decisions for you for a change.

“You close, baby. You right there? I feel your pussy fluttering around me.”

“Yes! Yes!” It feels so good that it is blinding. Euphoria starts to quickly drift through your body, and you know that your peak is just on the precipice. Breathing unsteady, and desperate for more of Steve.

“Good,” he growls, removing his fingers, denying you that sweet release. “We’re here.”

“Uhh!” You slap on the seat of the car, and Steve smacks your ass. “I didn’t get to come.”

“Oh, I know. Go ahead, and run inside. Wash your face off. Get in the shower. I’ve got a pretty little present for you to slip on. Quit your fucking pouting. You already came once. You don’t need another.”

“Yes, I do!” Another swat to your ass, and you sit up, glaring at him. Steve could be unusually cruel at times. But refusing you to come is the worst.

“Once was plenty. You need to learn to not be so fucking greedy. Now, go wash up. Your face is a fucking wreck. And when you look in the mirror, you just remember that I was the one that made you that way. Get out of the fucking car. I’ll see you inside in a minute,” you puff out irritated, and crawl out of the car. Like the cabin, it didn’t have neighbors. But this time you aren’t scared. You’re pissed.

If Steve wanted you to beg, you wouldn’t. Not now. Now you want him to suffer. You want him to want you just as much as you wanted him. It was beyond desperation. It is an obsession of needing him inside of you.

“Steve, this is a bad idea,” Sam warns his friend as Steve starts to get out. Sam knew how Steve was. But this is very different. He was even scaring him, and Sam isn’t sure what Steve’s endgame is. Was this his way of showing any true feelings?

“It’s perfect. If she wants to belong to me, it’s time for her to prove it,” there was no changing of Steve’s mind. Tonight would be the night, and he’ll deal with the consequences of his actions later.

“And this could be something that makes her retreat into herself. You’re doing too much.”

“Go home to your wife and kids, Sam. Dove will be fine. She’ll love it. And everyone will know exactly who she belongs to. They will know whose cock stretches her open every fucking day. It will happen. And no one can stop it.”

Sam looks at Steve through the rear view mirror. Nothing could change his mind when he was like this. He just hoped that Steve wouldn’t later regret it. “Does Bucky know?”

“Bucky wants to go home to his fiancé every night. What I do isn’t Bucky’s business unless he’s here. He’s not here to stop me. Dove is mine. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a girl to ruin,” you are his, and no one could stop him. It was what had to be done. And it will be done.

You look at yourself in the mirror, trying to cover yourself up. He had to be joking. Steve is a menace, and he proved it daily, and this isn’t any difference. You can hear the tv on, and even smell food being cooked, but you didn’t want to walk out of this bedroom. Steve did remove your reason to think. He did decide everything for you. Down to this ridiculous outfit. But sometimes you did want to, and this is one of those times. Especially since you knew he was going to be fully covered.

“Dovey!” He shouts from another part of the house, and you open the bedroom door, wrapping your arms around your chest. “Dinner is ready, come on.”

“What is this?” Walking out into the house, you realize that you are alone with Steve. No guards. Just you and him. “What do you have me wearing?” He turns to look at you. His hungry eyes looking you up and down as he walks closer. Spreading your arms out wide, he spins you around. “Steve.”

“Oh, stop whining. You think I haven’t seen your tits before,” just to drive home his point his hand smooths over the sheer lace that makes up your top. Making your nipples pebble up with stimulation. You are ‘covered’ but only in material. The lace reveals every bit of your top. The shorts at least are solid around your core.

“You look beautiful,” he whispers behind your ear, and your arms relax, leaning more into him, his musky scent wafts up to your nose, and your body sets on fire. Becoming more comfortable with his tiny little praise. “And I like looking at what is mine,” ruined. “Don’t cover yourself up. Let’s eat.”

“Did you cook?” It seems like a silly question when you realize that there is no one else here. It’s obvious that he cooked. And even cleaned the kitchen up along the way. The table is even set, but it’s for one. His house is impeccably clean, and it’s something you should have expected with how particular he is.

“Yeah, surprise, I don’t just sell drugs. My tongue also can do more than lick your cunt,” giving you a wink, he grabs your hand, pulling you towards the table.

“Where are you sitting?”

“At the table, in a chair,” he looks at you with confusion painting his eyes.

“What about me?”

A devilish smirk spreads across his face as he leads you into the dining area. Sitting in his chair before rubbing his hand on his thigh. “I’m a seat now, Dovey. Come on, darling, let's get you fed, and we’ll watch a movie before bed.”

“We’re just…just going to sleep? And I’m wearing this?” Why would he have you on display like this just to eat and get in the bed? He wanted to make sure you gave him very little to his imagination. He could see everything. Keeping it cold in here, so your nipples are hard and poking through your top.

“Well, what did you have in mind?” Steve guides you to sit in his lap, and he picks up a forkful of food, holding it up for you to take a bite. “If you want something, little bird, you have to ask.”

“I thought — why am I wearing this?”

“I like the view,” he’s being a bit too coy, and definitely too innocent at this moment. There is more to his game, and you couldn’t figure it out. Except for that question, are you ready to beg.

“What if I want,” biting at your lip, you turn to look at him. Running your hand up his chest before giving him a sweet peck on his lips. “What if I want you?”

“You have me. Here I am,” he’s annoying, and knows exactly what you mean, but still he teases. “And you need to eat, and drink plenty of water.”

“I’m ready to beg.”

“And yet, still you’re not. Eat, Dovey. This isn’t a discussion. It’s what you will do, and then you’re going to let your stomach settle, while you continue to hydrate, and then maybe I’ll see if you’ll actually beg. And you don’t have to say you’re ready to beg. There’s other ways to ask that you want my fat cock in your sweet little pussy,” he takes a bite of food himself, grinning as he watches you try and figure out what to say.

“But you won’t let me say the F word.”

“Mmm, making love? Having sex? Taking your virginity? Not everything has to be filthy fucking. One day you’ll understand,” like Steve would ever do anything but fuck you like a filthy whore. “Eat,” he gives you a smile, and his hand that’s behind you, slowly caresses your back.

You shudder at how soft and tender it is. Gulping as you take another bite from his fork. He could be tender. Loving almost. Slick floods to your core with every soft touch that Steve gives you. Tonight would be the night that you beg and give yourself completely to Steve Rogers.

If this man can show this amount of softness, while still telling you what to do, he could have you. Every part of you. You would let him destroy and own you.

Steve looks down at you, snuggling up to his chest, and your hand rubs along the lowest part of his stomach. It feels somewhat normal, although foreign. As much as he tried to break you, there is still this soft innocence to you. You reveled in his debauchery, and still craved this sickeningly sweet moment of watching a movie, and touching him. Cuddling up against him.

You are so relaxed, a leg was thrown over his lap. You laugh at the appropriate times. And fuck, when you look up at him seeing if he was paying attention, it drove him mad. It isn’t sexual, but it’s intimate. It’s something Steve has never felt. Never had in possession, and you are giving it to him freely.

Sure, he’s fucked more women than he can count, but they were all disposable. They never got past the sex before he was shoving them out of his bed. You were showing him who he was before, and what he craved the most. Refusing for far too long to try and get it because it made him soft.

He stiffens underneath you, realizing that you were making him soft. He didn’t mind keeping you with him, but this wasn’t sexual. This seems normal. Healthy. And since when was Steve healthy or normal? When did he allow himself to have this? It was when he realized he didn’t want you hurt.

Working for your innocence made him want you that much more. You wanted it, and feared it. You need him and hate him. You want to learn more, but not too fast. You trusted him, and still had that tiny sliver of hesitance.

You wiggle in closer to him, and he glances down, to see he’s petting you. His hand literally moves up and down your back in comfort. Keeping you warm, and you are wanting more. This isn’t who he is. He isn’t the boyfriend. He’s the owner. And yet you are controlling him just by being you. He didn’t hate it. But he fears it. Fears your power over him.

“Dovey?”

“Mmm?” You sit up excitedly. Your eyes are half lidded, and he can see the desire and lust in the deep pools of your pupils. No wonder your hand slipped under his pants earlier. You have the sweetest way of initiating sex.

“What is it Steve?” Curiosity and nervousness laces your voice. “Steve? Sir?” Little minx, trying to entice him even more with that pet name. Trying to switch into subspace. If you wanted him, you had to prove it. He cracks his neck, ready to get the long night started.

“I want to try something with you, okay?”

“Okay,” he pulls you onto his lap fully. Your legs straddle him, and he forces you to grind on him. Backwards and forwards, moaning with the feel of his throbbing bulge under you. “Stevie?” He growls, gripping tighter to your ass. Giving your jaw a little nip. “I don’t like calling you sir.”

“Stevie is not very threatening.”

“So it’s just for me to fear you?”

“Do you not?” He tilts his head to the side, searching your eyes. His grip loosening, and your body is fully grinding on top of him. You have settled your core closer to him, and he feels every bit of your warmth. Cursing himself for not just making you walk around naked. “Dovey, do I scare you?”

“Sometimes,” you answer in earnest. “I don’t know what parts of you scare me anymore.”

“Explain, and don’t stop doing what you’re doing,” there is something different about Steve right now. You aren’t sure if he’s playing a game, or if he’s being sincere. Maybe while his cock is being stimulated, you get to see the real him.

“I’m scared of you hurting me.”

“Physically or…?”

“Physically, I enjoy it,” you shouldn’t. It’s wrong, but you can’t help how the terror he gives you turns you on. Makes you crave him more. “You’re gonna leave me once I give you that part of me.”

“No. I told you, Dovey, I want to own you. Knowing that I am the only man that has ever corrupted you.”

“But that’s just my pussy. What about my heart?”

This is not where he wanted this conversation to go. He didn’t want to think about your emotions right now. He couldn’t. Not yet. Maybe not ever. “You’re…what we have isn’t love, little bird.”

“But…it could be?” Steve responds with a shrug. Things are getting too deep. It was nearly time, and he couldn’t have things go in this order. “I guess that’s good enough.”

“I promise no harm will come to you. And I can promise that I will satisfy you in ways you’ve only ever dreamed of, but if you need me to be your Prince Charming, I’m sorry to disappoint you. I’m no knight in shining armor. I’m a drug lord with a short temper.”

“But you want me?”

“No, darling,” he settles back into the couch, his hands go up your shirt, and he fondles your breasts. Deep laboring breaths while he stares up at you, “I need you. Not having you isn’t an option. Call me, Captain.”

“Captain,” you whimper, circling your hips so hard over him. He moans. Squeaking out your name, and heat bursts onto your core. “Steve?”

“Don’t stop calling me Captain, until I’m finished with you. Yes, your filthy little show made me come in my pants. I won’t be fucking you right now,” your lip trembles as he stands up. Holding onto you when he walks you into an almost empty room. A massage table set up with some form of contraption you didn’t recognize, and in the middle of the floor lays a long mirror.

He stands you up on the floor, and tugs at your shorts. Holding your hand for you to step out of them before removing your shirt. “Down on your knees, and straddle the mirror,” you stare at him for a moment, but when he snaps his fingers you do as he says.

“I need you to understand your body, Dovey. I’m going to have some fun with your cunt, and you’re going to watch it. Stop whining. You see that tight little hole in between your legs has got me in a chokehold. I can’t think properly when I’m around you, and you’re not begging,” he gets down to his knees, and his hand goes in between your legs. Spreading out your lips so you can see the innocence that he wants to own.

“Don’t take your eyes off your cunt, okay?”

“It’s yours, Captain,” Steve moans as his hand flows down to your entrance, smiling at your reflection before he pushes in three fingers. You may sniffle, but you keep looking. Watching the way he stretches you out. How simple motions make your arousal drip down onto your reflection.

“You were made for me, Dovey,” he moans, his motions going faster. “You’re so reactive for me. You want me?”

“I need you,” you mewl, and he drives in harder. Deeper. Curling his fingers to hit that magical spot. Pressure tightens up in your core, and you can’t hold on any longer. Your pussy gushes out below you. “I need you, Captain! Captain!” No amount of screaming was making him fuck you. Only his hand. Forever his hand.

“I need more!” Steve pounds harder, and your body heats up. Sweat beads around your face, and you start dipping lower. Legs going weak. “I need more, Captain!”

Reaching into his pocket, you start crawling away. “No! Steve, don’t!”

“Shh, Dovey, you wanted more,” Steve hums, holding tight to your leg. Pulling out his gun, he runs the cold metal around your backside. “Stay very still.”

“Is it loaded?”

“Do you think I’d have an unloaded gun in my pocket?” You hold yourself still as he drags the piece through your folds. “Tonight, you’re going to prove just how fucking loyal you are to me,” you would prove it. You would make him proud. “And if you didn’t like it why are you so wet?” He grunts, the tip rubbing your clit. He pulls the pistol away from you, and your sticky honey creates strings of slick to the tool.

Slowly he eases the gun back to your center, pulling it back to your entrance. “Count to three.”

“One,” Steve bites his lip, watching your reflection. You are terrified, and still submitting to his sick fantasy. Willing to do whatever he wanted to prove you are worthy to be his girl.

“Two,” without warning he pushes the gun inside you, and you let out the most surreal moan. Your velvety walls stretch around the piece, and you cry out at the intrusion. “Aww, look at you. You can see where it is inside of you. You see it?”

You couldn’t miss the bulging line up your belly. Why did this feel good? Why did you want him to go harder? “I’m gonna be deeper,” his hand traces the bulge, going up further before pressing up against your belly, “I’m gonna be right here. Rearranging your fucking insides.”

“Captain! I need you! I’m begging! Please, please! I wanna feel you!” Steve fully settles himself behind you. Keeping a hand on his gun, but positions his crotch right at the handle. “Captain!”

“Fuck yourself. Pretend it’s me. How are you going to handle me, Dovey?” You start rocking yourself back onto him. Taking the gun even deeper, “Keep watching. Don’t stop.”

Pushing yourself back into him, you can almost envision that you are taking him. Having him. All of him. But he’s going to be deeper. Settled so deep into you that you feel pressure in your belly. “Good fucking girl. There ya go. You like that? You like fucking my gun?”

“Yeah. Yes,” you start panting out. “I need you.”

“You have me.”

“All of you. All!” You push back harder, smiling when you spill even more onto the mirror. Each movement makes Steve more feral and needy for you. “All of!” It shouldn’t feel this good. You had taken all of his gun, but it still wasn’t deep enough. Even though your toes are curling, and you feel the ultimate high of release, you wanted him.

“All of you! Captain! Captain!”

“Fuck yeah,” he moans, watching your cream coat his gun. “Tell me, you’ll do anything for me.”

“Anything, I just want you!” Dropping his gun on the mirror, he stands up. Picking you up off the floor, he walks over to the bed. You had hoped you’d be in Steve’s giant bed for the first time, but maybe he didn’t want the mess.

Laying you down, he crawls over your body. Locking your arms down by your side with his thighs. Straddling you in a way to trap you. “Dovey, this is going to hurt.”

“What are you doing?” His hand turns your head to the side, and he kisses a spot between your neck and collarbone. His tongue paints circles over the sensitive area, and you allow him to hold you even tighter.

“If you hold still, it’ll go faster. Loki! She’s ready.”

“Steve?” A tall man walks into the room, and flips on the machine. Sitting on a stool, he scoots closer. “Steve!”

“You got her? The tattoo will be raised if I go too deep,” what? Tattoo? Steve holds tighter to your head, cooing down at you. “Well, ain’t that sweet? Buttering her up before you make her wear your mark permanently.”

“Don’t! Please, Steve, don’t!” Even though you kick your legs, your upper body doesn’t move. Not with Steve’s weight keeping you in place. Tiring yourself out, but you didn’t know what else to do, but to fight. “Please!”

“You said anything, Dovey. Go on. I’ve got her. It’s happening whether you like it or not. Hold fucking still, Dovey. Prove you’re mine, and I will give you the fucking world. Loki!” The hum of the tattoo gun starts, and you scream out when the needle pierces your skin. Marking you up for all to see. Claiming you as Steve’s once and for all. You didn’t mean this. He was going to get to walk away, but you were forever going to be seen as his property.

Screaming, crying, grunting. Nothing could have ever prepared you for this pain, and the physical pain didn’t feel as bad as the deep betrayal you feel. The fear is no longer sexy like before. It is you completely giving yourself up to him. Like you were never going to see another light of day without his permission.

Your screams turn into sobs of agony as Loki shades in your tattoo. You didn’t ask for this. Didn’t ask for him. He forced his way into your life, and all you wanted was to stay awake to study. “You’re almost finished, darling.”

You didn’t care. No soothing words could ever make up for this. “There, there,” he sighs, watching Loki clean you up, and cover the tattoo. He leans down to kiss up your tear stained cheeks.

“Let me go,” you say calmly. “I don’t want to look at you.”

“Dovey, this is what you agreed to.”

“You didn’t give me a choice! Ever. I can’t look at you, Steve. Let me go. Let. Me. Go. Let me go! Let me go!”

“You’re not going anywhere,” he growls, but you start flailing around. “You belong to me. Go in the bedroom, and pitch your fit. You’ll understand once the adrenaline has worn off.”

“I am naked, and tired, and I’m in pain! And you think I’m pitching a fit? Let me go, please!” All it takes is that word, and Steve crawls off you. Standing in front of Loki while you dash to the bedroom. Slamming the door shut, and locking it. You spot his phone, and run to it. He would have his number. And he would pay.

Bucky bursts through the door of Steve’s house, and marches right to Steve who is sitting in a sofa chair, watching your door. Lifting him up by the collar, he throws him up against a wall, and Steve chuckles. “You fucking marked her?”

“She’s mine. Now everyone knows.”

“You put a permanent mark on her skin, and you fucked her with a gun? What the hell is wrong with you Steve? That girl is willing to give everything to you, no questions asked, and…”

“She did! She told me anything, so it was my right to show her and everyone else who she fucking belongs to. She is mine, and I can do whatever the hell I please with her. Look at it,” he flicks his head towards a table, but Bucky doesn’t take his eyes off him.

“Her cum is dried on my gun. She came on my gun. She loved it, and watched every disgusting second of it.”

“You used her in a vulnerable state! You…”

“Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do with her. She is mine!” Steve doesn’t have to try and fight back. He lets Bucky think he has this moment. For now.

“Yeah? And where is she, Steven?” Bucky flattens his forewarn against Steve’s neck, laughing. “You have her, and she’s so terrified of you that she locked you out. Used your phone to call me. You sick fucking bastard! She was right there, willing to give you everything. She lets you use her and lets others watch you do it. But this is too fucking far. I can’t…”

“Then quit,” Bucky’s weight shifts slightly, and Steve pushes him off. “No one wants you here. All you care about is your basket case,” Steve’s head slings to the side, and he rubs his cheek where Bucky backhanded him. The metallic taste of his blood fills his mouth, and he grits his teeth as he turns back to look at Bucky.

“Don’t talk about my fiancé like that!”

“I no longer want you watching Dove. I’ll have Loki assigned to her, or she’ll be with me. Your services are no longer needed. Whatever is left at the club belongs to me. You wanted your life with your neurotic freak show, have at it. Don’t come near me or mine ever again.”

“You’re gonna regret this, Steve. You just remember who was loyal to you. And you know what? Fuck you,” spinning on his heels, Bucky stomps back outside, flipping Steve’s house off for good measure before he goes home. Where he belongs.

Steve wipes at his mouth before turning towards the door, giving your current room a knock, “Dovey?”

“Go away, Steve.”

“You can’t stay mad at me forever. You eventually have to eat.”

“I’d rather starve than to see you again,” you hug your legs up against your chest, letting your tears paint the pillows with smeared mascara. It was the first time Steve would ever put this amount of fear on you. He would never get the chance ever again.

“Fine. Die a fucking virgin. You’ll come out though. And I’ll be waiting.”

You didn’t care. He could wait forever. Let his empire crumble. You would never look at Steve Rogers ever again. You’d never forgive him. Never ever.

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badbtssmut · 4 months

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Hi mami,

Can you write a detective!Jimin × suspect!y/n where he fucks her to get her to confess

Thank you for considering, I really love your work 🥰

“Are you still not going to say anything, miss y/n?”

“P-please, ah, please, I don’t know, I swear—“ You whimpered as you were sandwiched between his body and the hard desk.

"Please what? Use your words."

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room as you struggled to even form a coherent thought, let alone a sentence.

"P-please, sir, I, ah!”

You cried out in pleasure as his cock slammed into your dripping wet cunt, over and over. The detective behind you kept up his quick, deep thrusts, and you couldn’t stop moaning and whining.

“I know that you did it, you would make things a lot easier if you’d just admit to it. Or are you just enjoying this that much? Enjoying my cock so much you don’t want it to stop? Is that it, you rather get fucked than confess?"

You shook your head frantically. It wasn't true, but you also didn't want him to stop.

“No, no, I told you sir, I didn’t—Ah! Please, please, sir, Detective, sir, I can't, I—!"

His cock pounded into you mercilessly. He wasn’t holding back. He would make you confess even if he’d have to fuck you for hours on end.

The detective had it with you, the man was called to help investigate a large amount of money that was stolen from your workplace; a six figure amount of cash that was withdrawn to different accounts. One of them was yours.

He had gone through your bank account, and found the money that was put in your account a few weeks ago.

And yet here you were, claiming you didn't do it. He didn't believe you, not one bit. You had the money, there was no doubt about that, and it was his duty to get a confession out of you.

"I-I can't, I can't..." You whimpered. You felt so good, your pussy was on fire, and the heat was building up quickly.

“We can do this all day.” Jimin gripped onto your hips and bounced your body back against his. “I got all the time in the world to fuck the truth out of you. Are you sure you can't take anymore, sweetheart?"

"I... No, sir, I..." You shivered, feeling yourself get close. The way his thick cock spread your pussy apart was almost too much to bear, and you were starting to see stars.

"Come on, then. You can cum for me, go on."

He gave your ass a quick slap and the sensation pushed you over the edge. You moaned loudly and came, shaking as he fucked you through your orgasm. But he didn’t stop, pounding into you with the same speed.

“I didn’t say I was going to stop. Remember what I said? We can do this all day."

You were breathing heavily, still coming down from the intense orgasm.

"Sir, I... I can't..."

"Oh yes you can, darling. I believe in you. Now come on."

You moaned as his cock filled you up over and over, your body feeling like it was burning up. Jimin thrusted into you relentlessly, and you started to drool, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your cunt was used and abused by him.

"Come on, tell the truth." He coaxed, and you could only moan, unable to form a coherent sentence.

"You did it, didn't you? You took the money, and now I want you to tell me. Confess, and I'll let you cum again."

You gasped and whimpered as you felt him push even deeper into you, his thick cock hitting all the right spots.

"I... I did it, sir!"

"Hmm, that's right. You took the money. Didn’t you, you little criminal?”

You nodded frantically.

"Yes, sir, I did. I'm so sorry, please..."

"Good girl. That wasn't so hard, was it?” He pulled out of you, stroking his cock, spilling his seed on your back. You could only whimper, completely exhausted, still coming down from the fucking.

"Now, we'll have to take you into custody, and make sure that the money will be returned to its rightful owners."

“W-what?” You grabbed your clothes. “No, please, I can’t afford this, I don’t want to lose—“

Jimin chuckled.

"Well, I'll see what I can do. I'm sure we can come to some sort of agreement."

"What do you mean, detective…."

"Shh, I'm sure we'll come to an agreement." He repeated, pressing a finger against your lips. "After all, I'm the one in charge here, aren't I?"

Your eyes widened as you realized what he was saying. Realizing that your only options were either to get fucked, or to be fucked and spend time behind prison bars… you knew what you had to.

You bit your lip and nodded.

"Y-yes, sir."

"Good girl.”

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elaci · 1 month

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The Lethal Light

Daily fixes to the whole 'sun allergy' thing once life has settled, and the intimate love that shines through the boarded windows regardless.

cw; morning sex, unprotected sex, domestic astarion, chores :( i dont know why shakespeare invaded my bones and wrte the most wannabe poet erotica ever but i gift it to you nonetheless because god may smite me down if i do not.

Astarion x reader | 18+ mdni | req rules ⁞ request here | crossposted on ao3

The recipe of friction and carnal lust that creates such a heat between you and your cold-poisoned lover is a narcotic type of addiction for the both of you.

Astarion, blood running cold through his body, heated only by the fire-hot lust that radiates from your skin. The blessing of fever against his lips with each kiss he trails down your body. His lips tingle with the sweet ecstasy of your yearning: he touches you like a man in love and falls deeper with every jerked movement your body responds with in turn.

You, in the sensory heavens as Astarion's fangs tease at the base of your neck: cold ivory skin gliding over your pulse point, feeling the liveliness of your very being. His lean figure over you, caging you against the wiry mattress in such a way you feel both safe and insatiable. Every nerve that coils every bone in your body is rigid. You feel your most alive in the arms of the undead.

Sex before dawn breaks, to avoid the sun flitting in through your netted windows. Your nails, your teeth, your tears: only they mark your lover. No new scars will come, not from the sun or anything else twice as harsh. You no longer need him to wake you early: your body wakes itself to beat the sun and bathe instead in love.

The slow rolling of hips, Astarion stretching you out and unravelling every inch of your being. The freedom you feel in his possession: euphoric and unearthly. The way his cock fits inside of you, the way you squeeze around him in recognition of his size. His gentle, sweet and all-addictive size.

"Oh, sweet darling," the honey that leaves his lips in worship of you. "You are so perfect."

Call this rogue a cleric, and you his eternal god to which he would pray on broken knees.

Yet you have no such demand of him, beside the fingers that pull at his hair when his lips trail down the canvas of skin of your neck and latch on to one your hardened nipples. His hips still snapping against yours, his pace quickening: the chase of a shared climax begins.

A race against the dawning sun.

His balls slapping against your ass, your heart thrumming from your chest to his. The threat of dawn, and the song of his moans, and everything warm and sweet in this world. Your orgasm washes over you in waves, much like those that crash against the shore not far from your home. You see stars despite the looming morning sky, your entire body clenching as roll after roll of ecstasy cleanse you. Birdsong starts outside.

Astarion fucks you through your orgasm, and promises (with a gentle kiss to the flesh of your throat) that he's not far behind you, and that he loves you so, and how you can last just a little longer for him, right?

A hand of his reaches between your legs to toy with you further, because deep down Astarion has a streak of sadism in his soul, and he loves watching you fucked so senseless you forget your own words. The sight, in fact, is enough to lull his orgasm over him: so he flexes his hips as far forward into yours he can, and allows himself to release an ungodly load deep inside of you.

“Take me,” Astarion exhales. “You take me so well, darling.”

A minute is spent in recovery, Astarion encased between your thighs, seated so deep inside of you that you grieve the loss of his length when he begins to slowly pull out. He feels it before you do, the gentle morning sun coming through the window. Onto his back the light shines, and as quickly as it comes, you’re rolling the two of you over and shielding his body with your own.

A knowing smile crosses your lips, Astarions hair dishevelled beneath you. If the sun weren’t so insistent on gifting the earth with a new morning and a sick blue sky, you’d ride him into the evening and right through the night. Though of course, the world has always tended to be unkind to the two of you, and you’re forced to skulk out of bed and to the windows, pulling closed the heavy textured curtains and once more caging the room in silence.

A candle is lit on the bedside, and you see Astarions face only by the dull flame. Orange highlights of his cheekbones and kiss-swollen lips. You can feel him dripping out of you as you stand watching him.

Astarion looks sullen, despite the previous shared euphoria. You always make a point of aftercare with him, and he reciprocates in kind: though you don’t think his sudden frown is weighed down by memories or tight skin.

“Love?” You try, Astarions eyes meet yours: a deep and beautiful red.

“It’s not that,” your beloved offers, leaning back on his elbows to watch you. “It’s this, you do too much for me. I deny you even the sun.”

A step towards him, your legs weak in every perfect way.

“You deny me nothing, Astarion. I never fancied the sun, all it does is burn and bite.”

“Much like me,” a smirk.

“I much prefer you, my love” you stalk over to his side of the bed, and use the candlelight to find our hand cupping the side of his face. “Though if you do feel ever-so useless, you can remedy your woes by getting started on breakfast.”

A kiss pressed to his lips, one not laced with lust but rather a doting love only he could pull from you. You hope to die with the taste of his lips on yours.

“Very well,” Astarion feigns a sigh. “Put me to work then.”

You’re quick to clean yourself up and find some clothes to slip into, and sneak a peek at Astarion as he readies himself for the day. Your lover, perfect in any, every and all ways.

You’re first into the kitchen, drawing the curtains tight just as Astarion walks in. His hair curled neatly around his ears, clothes unmarked and day-ready, despite your eyes being the only ones to lay gaze on him. You’ll be undressing and retreating back to bed within a few hours anyway— ready for a night out with friends. With family.

Still, Astarion readies you some tea, and you pull on some boots and head to the door.

“Door,” you hum.

“Mhm,” a distracted reply. You turn to see Astarion fussing over your collection of teas, though far from the danger zone. You open the door, letting just a little natural light flood the room, and close it swiftly behind you after stepping out.

The morning is cold, and the sky littered with clouds you don’t doubt will bring rain in the days to come. You don’t mind so much, not when your rainy days are spent in his arms, but you hope the crops can handle the extra shower just fine. Mud laces the bottom of your boots as you traipse through your garden. The rising sun is a warmth against your skin, incomparable to the warmth love Astarion feeds you with.

You reach your fruit plants, and scour them for a ripe breakfast. Long gone are the days of scavenging for each meal, so you take your time evaluating each fruit for one that is perfect. You silently thank the sun for at least aiding in the growth of such sweet fruits, pick one that looks good, and take a bite out of it as you turn to retreat back inside.

“Door,” you call out as you push the handle in, peeking your head inside to make sure your love is out of the way, and then duck inside without a moment to waste. “Gods, it’s getting colder out there. Do you think you could fix me something warm to wear, love? We can shop for some fabrics tonigh—”

You stop in your tracks, the sweet nectar of your homegrown fruit stuck to your bottom lip as you listen out for your lover. “Astarion?”

Silence, darkness, every candle that was once lit is now snuffed out. Your heart races, you can’t place his presence. At least, not until his hands are snaking around you from behind, and his lean frame is turning you to face him.

A kiss, hungry. Astarion licks the nectar from your bottom lip and savours it with a gentle groan that falls from his mouth to yours like a song unsung. Within only a moment, your back is pressed against the door you had just come through, and Astarion is nipping at your pulsepoint like he’s testing the waters. The shallow, always-wanted water that is getting a taste of you.

“Quit sneaking up on me,” you reprimand as his tongue glides over old bite marks, sensitive even now. “You're gonna age me with all this stress."

He laughs, a low rumble in his chest that sets fire to your blood.

“As if I'd let that happen," his voice deepens. "You, my love, are going to live forever."

A nice thought. One you let him indulge for a moment.

Astarion pulls away with a kiss to your lips, leaving you mourning his touch.

"Come back to bed," he urges, his breath fanning over your face. "Let me taste you again."

"We just got up."

Astarion tsks, unbothered by your half-assed argument. His gentle hand slips into yours, and without a second thought, he's pulling you back to your shared bedroom.

A glance over his shoulder at your shadowed frame, "we have all day. I've got to clean up the mess I made of you."

The first time you had shared soul and body, you had awoken under the sun. Bathing in the light, unaware of the fleeting joy the sun could bring. You had watched Astarion stand, arms extended, to take in as much of the scorching morning heat as possible.

And even then he was conflicted.

It may not be the sun, or the lethal light, but at least now you can wake besides Astarion just to return to bed with him—

—and still feel just as warm.

#astarion smut #astarion x reader #astaron ancnin x reader #astarion ancunin smut #astarion bg3 #baldurs gate smut #bg3 smut #bg3 x reader #astarion x you

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yourstrulyrika · 2 months

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idek if this makes sense but leon x fem reader and like, reader has a voice kink? istg leon has the loveliest voice ever 😰😰 so like leon sweet talking reader with that sexy ass voice of his sjdjekjfksk love your writing btw it always hits the spot 😈

sorry nonnie for making you wait so long ong. like actually so sorry :( anyway here’s the fic!! i love leon’s voice so i TOTALLY GET U. i’m on a small break and my writing prolly sucks even more than usual but that doesn’t mean i won’t write when i feel like it. anw still working on the theme but yeah this takes time cuz i have a lot of things to do;; hope you forgive me

as always, no warnings!! fem!reader

btw guys don’t you think they look the same

it’s just the way he’s talking to you, using that tone only around you. you’ll never see him use this tone around anyone else. the soft, smoky tone that makes you shiver pleasantly under him. it’s reserved for you.

you think Leon doesn’t see the way you get weak in your knees when he speaks to you, lowering his voice on purpose. you try to hide it, but it’s just so obvious he has to hide his grin that’s forming on his face. it’s cute, he thinks. he likes to tease you with it, too. not directly calling you out, but rather speaking with that voice on purpose to see your reaction. that’s also how he figured out you have a voice kink. Leon is a quick learner, after all.

he’s speaking, sultry voice filling your ears as he makes love with you into oblivion. hands intertwined together, his lips next to your ear, muttering sweet nothings to you that make you clench around him as he thrusts into you, all the way to your cervix, nudging that sweet spot deep in your guts.

“Goddamn, you make the sweetest noises, baby,” he murmurs against your skin, his hands gripping your hips, hard enough to bruise. you don’t even have to say anything, he talks you through it most of the time. your brain turns into a mush with the way he’s filling you up.

“Pussy so good I never want to pull out, you know? Fucking love it,” his voice begins to turn breathy, a small hint he’s growing close. and it’s true. he’s actually really quick to drown pussydrunk on you. drunk on you, too. you’re his weakness, whenever he’s balls deep in you or outside sex. if he could, he’d never pull out, make you cockwarm him forever because your gummy walls just feel too good. his heavy balls slap against your ass, the skin slapping noise filling your bedroom.

he folds you so you’re in mating press, but he makes sure he’s always near your ear so he can keep talking you through your orgasm, husky voice filling your senses and making you forget about everything.

“My pretty princess, always taking me so well. Come on, need this pussy to cream around my cock, goddamn,” whenever Leon gets close, he always makes sure you cum first. he gets especially talkative when he’s about to cum, it’s his habit. he either needs to talk or have his mouth busy munching on your clit, no in between.

“Gonna cum in you, fill you up till I’m empty. Gonna stuff you full, make sure nothing spills out. Keep milking me dry, I love it ‘s much.” his thrusts start to grow faster when he feels you clamp around him, feeling proud of himself that his voice does work on you. it’s an ego boost really, his dearest loving his voice, his voice making his darling so eager for him. every time your walls clench around him, he growls, his mind turning hazy. at one point he’s on autopilot, pumping you full of him without even thinking straight. how can he think when he has the best pussy around his dick? especially with the way you’re gripping him so tight and the way you’re so warm, he can’t help himself.

you can’t help yourself, too. Leon’s always making sure you hear him even when the skin clapping and sounds of your walls sucking him in fill the room. your hand is around his neck while the other one holds his, a habit of yours. you always hold hands during sex, it’s Leon’s way of affection. he needs to hold onto you, loves you too much to ever be away from you even if it’s a damn centimetre. his cock is moving in and out of you, filling you to the brim, desperate to make you cum. he’s close, so damn close, throbbing so much you can feel it inside you. it makes you cum, because his head constantly keeps nudging the sweet spot that makes you see stars. your nails dig into his skin, and he moans, throwing his head back.

“Fuck, such a good girl, taking me so well, you were made for me.” he would talk more if it wasn’t for his orgasm hitting him out of nowhere, too. white, pearly semen filling you full of him, making you feel nice and full. he doesn’t pull out, though. he’s absolutely pussydrunk, so don’t think he’s gonna stop.

and you’re right, because not even ten minutes after, he starts to lazily move his hips again.

#leon kennedy #resident evil smut #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy smut

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pinguwrites · 8 months

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You Set My Soul Alight | Jonathan Crane

Pairing -> sub!jonathan crane x villain!reader

Summary -> You and Jonathan Crane have always been at odds. He's an arrogant asshole and you're a sarcastic shit, and no matter what you always find a way to bump heads. The worst part about it is that deep down you find him brilliant and attractive and utterly intoxicating. One day, Crane comes to you with a plea to enticing to resist, and you find this the perfect opportunity to put him in his place.

Warnings -> smut (minors dni), enemies with feelings, sub!Jon acting like a brat, swearing, dom!reader, degradation kink, ma'am kink, unprotected sex, edging, hair pulling, ball slapping, slapping in general, if you squint real hard Jonathan's lowkey a little sexist, bruce wayne is a playboy, reader's kinda a simp

Word count: 5k

Disclaimer: The Dark Knight trilogy/DC characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

Jonathan Crane glared at you, his piercing blue eyes filled with a layer of contempt and almost embarrassment like he was regretting this entire endeavor. It was delightful, seeing him in this state, and you made sure to enjoy every second of it — the way his cheeks were tinting a light pink, his muscles tensed up and his tone coming out a desperate yet still arrogant plea. Moments like these were rare, and you were ready to savor and drag them out every chance you got.

“I need your help,” he repeated, his tone distasteful like he was swallowing a bitter pill. “I told you, I need more money for my experiments, but I can’t do it without any funding. Wayne Enterprises is hosting a gala next week. All the richest of the city will be there and all of them are looking to donate. Charity, science, whatever will make them look good. I know you’re going, so I’m asking — as polite as I can be — please, get me an invite.”

You tilted your head to the side, eyes trailing off to look at some random painting on the wall. You briefly wondered how he got past your home security, but after a few seconds, you focused your attention back on him. “Sorry, what did you say? Can you repeat that?” you said with a slight grin.

Jonathan pursed his lips. “Don’t be clever with me.” But then he shakes his head and lets his serious facade go. “We both know you have the connections to score another invite . . . Please, my darling.”

Your heart fluttered at the nickname, the way it always did when he called you that. You wondered if he knew just how much you enjoyed it.

“I like it when you beg, it’s always been a good look on you.”

Jonathan smiles. A mock smile.

“Well, it’s true. No point in getting all upset.” You shrug, heading over to your kitchen to get some iced coffee for the both of you. “Tell me, why should I help you? Why should I help the man who has made it his mission to offend me every time we speak?”

You may have been a little unfair in saying that. Sure, he was a brat, but so were you. In fact, ever since you two met you had always been at each other’s throats, demeaning one another, insulting everything from intellect to personality to looks. You doubt your paths would have ever crossed had it not been for your good friend Harley, who introduced you both one fateful summer evening.

You don’t know what went wrong that day. Maybe it was the weather, the exceptionally hot wind that only frequented Gotham once every couple of years, the ones that made the city cranky and sweaty, or perhaps it was simply a bad first impression, the ones that just happened every once in a while. It had happened far too long ago to remember what it was that made you dislike Jonathan so much in the first place, and you were sure it didn’t matter. According to everyone who knew him, he had always been an ass, but he was good company once you got to know him.

Maybe he was. You wanted to figure that out, to peel away the layers of armor. You could be friends, lovers even. He could be yours. Yours to do whatever you wanted with. Yours to put in place, because god knows he needed it.

You weren’t sure when you started to think like this. To grow an obsession, but you did, and you couldn’t stop your feelings now. You didn’t want to stop. Loving Jonathan was too addictive, no matter how much he pretended to hate you — because you knew he didn’t actually hate you. Otherwise, he wouldn’t stop in once every while, under the pretense of snarky put-downs or brags. He wouldn’t graze his fingers with yours when walking by, and he wouldn’t ask your friends (namely Harley) what you did, what you liked, and what you talked about.

“Because deep down,” Jonathan answered, following you into the kitchen, “you know I’m brilliant, and you know I deserve your help.” He accepted the coffee, taking a small sip before continuing, “But you’re too prideful to admit it.”

“Maybe I am, but that’s not a good reason. Deserve isn’t enough, Crane. At least not for me. I know you can do better than this, convince me. That mouth must be good for something.”

Jonathan paused, his tongue briefly sweeping over his lower lip, making it glisten in the light of the lamp. You weren’t sure if the brief silence was because he got flustered, or he was just thinking. “Then do it because you want to,” he finally said. “Because you know my research is important and you care for it, enough to do me this one simple favor.”

“I don’t know . . .” you trailed off in a teasing tone.

It seemed like Jonathan was getting annoyed again. “My dear, won’t you help me?”

“I’m still thinking.”

He groaned. “Pretty please?”

You let out a little sigh, barely audible. “I will. For you.”

That last part had intended to come off as flirtatious and pretentious, but instead, it was soft and delicate, so vulnerable it took you off guard.

“Thank you,” he said, setting his glass down. He had finished all of the coffee, quickly enough so that there were still ice cubes lying on the bottom of the glass. “I’ll pick you up, around four. Who knows, maybe we’ll even have some fun.”

And that was it. He left through your front door without saying anything else, leaving you with thoughts of the gala and what dress you were going to wear.

That next week you had settled on one and bought yourself a burgundy dress, a beautiful shade of red, one like expensive wine or fresh blood, a color that you knew looked good on you. It was a deep cut that went through the valley of your breasts, but if you pressed your arms inwards just slightly, which you fully intended to do, they would push up. It was a look classy enough for a gala, but still seductive enough to garner attention.

Originally, you weren’t going to attend the function at all. This kind of stuff had always been boring for you, even as a child who was forced to go, but if Jonathan was going on your behalf then you sorta had to and definitely wanted to.

A ring sounded through your house. He was here.

You opened the door and took a deep breath once you saw Jonathan. He was dressed in a neat suit, but not like the suit he was wearing when you last saw him. This one was charcoal black, silky, and smooth, with a white handkerchief in his outer breast pocket. His shoes were the same color and looked like they had just been shined, and in his hand was a bouquet of red roses.

“For you,” he said, placing them in your hands. His eyes swept over your figure, and his mouth parted for a moment. “It matches.” You huffed, secretly flattered. “But it’s such a shame.” You furrowed your eyebrows, confused. “Such a pretty little dress wasted on such an ugly little thing.”

You blinked, and then tossed the flowers to the side, letting them fall into a patch of dirt (you were definitely going to pick them up later). “Like you’re such a piece of work.”

“I am,” he said, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Men and women love me.”

Despite how attractive you found him, you really didn’t believe that. You were sure his attitude warded most people off, and besides, he was an introvert and a criminal. Dating wasn’t just something people like him did often.

“We’ll see. This gala will be filled with attractive young bachelors. Get one interested in you and I’ll admit you're handsome,” you challenged.

“Admit?” He laughed, a beautiful laugh. “Admit implies that you already find me handsome, you just don’t want to confess so.”

This man needed to be slapped. He needed to be given a good, hard hit across the face.

“You know what? I feel like being alone tonight. I think I’ll just go to the gala without you.”

You were about to close the door, intending to head to your garage, but Jonathan grabbed your wrist and pulled you outside, shutting the door behind you.

“No takebacks. You promised. Where’s your honor?”

“Honor?” You scoffed. “I’m a killer, what did you expect?”

Jonathan must have really thought that you were going to leave because he gripped your wrist tighter. “I’m sorry,” he quickly said. “I’ll be good tonight.” He placed his index finger to his thumb with his free hand and made a zipping motion across his lips. “See?”

“You better be. I’m doing you a favor here. Now, come inside, we’ll take my car—”

“I have a car,” Jonathan said. “I even got us a driver.”

You took a peek over his shoulders. Sure enough, there was a fancy car waiting in the driveway, engine still on. It was difficult to see through the windows but you could make out the faint outline of a man in the driver’s seat.

“If you insist.”

He held out his arm for you to take, and while you did want to, you instead shoved it away. For a moment, you swore a flicker of hurt crossed his face, but it was gone too fast for you to be sure it was even there at all.

“Where’s my invite?” he asked.

“You don’t have one. You’re going as my plus one.”

“As your date?”

“It’s not a date. I thought you said you were going to be a good boy. What’s with all this complaining?”

“I’m not complaining, I was expressing my feelings. You should work on that. As a psychiatrist, I recommend—”

“—I recommend you shut the fuck up.”

Jonathan put his hands up, surrendering, but he did so beaming.

It hadn’t taken too long to get to the party. Traffic was high as always, but time seemed to be flowing faster than ever, despite you and Jonathan staying silent.

When you arrived there was a line of cars. Wayne Manor, a building you had only been to twice before, was still as impressive as you remember. It was a collection of elegant architecture and stonework, with a large wooden entrance that opened up to a main hall. The size of the driveway and front lawn was a bit unnecessary, at least to you, but what else could you expect from old money?

After getting out of the car you were greeted by cameras and reporters, lights flashing in your eyes, but you didn’t bother with them.

Jonathan reached out his hand, and this time you did take it — but only because everyone was watching, and if you pushed him away it would have caused an unnecessary scene. Jonathan’s driver drove the car away for parking and you both walked inside.

The inside was spacious, with chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, and people dressed classy, with gloves and diamond earrings, all mingling and chatting with each other about the stock market or their annoying ex-spouse or how it was such a bother when their vacation to Switzerland had to be canceled because of work. There was a tray of snacks and waiters walking around with luxurious drinks, something you immediately took advantage of.

“Thank you, sir,” you said politely, taking a glass of champagne, but before you could take a sip someone called out your name.

You turned around to see Bruce Wayne himself waving over to you, a boyish charm about him. He had two women on his arms, models or prostitutes, or both, you couldn’t tell, but they were drop-dead gorgeous.

Your parents did business with him, and as a result, you met him at a young age. You were never really buddy best friends, but you went to the same school and that was enough for him to invite you to all his parties and greet you as though you were a family friend.

“You know Bruce Wayne?” Jonathan whispered, but before you could answer Bruce approached you both.

“I haven’t seen you around in a while,” he said. “This is Mila and Stephanie. Say hi ladies.” They giggled and waved as he gave the back of your hand a little kiss. “Gorgeous girl. You should wear these outfits more often, you truly look stunning.”

You let him put his arm around your waist, enjoying the compliment.

“Oh, no,” you said modestly. “It’s just a dress.”

Jonathan chuckles. “Ah, don’t be like that, my darling. You look exquisite.”

You all but glared at him. Now he said you looked nice.

“What’s your name? I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.” Bruce removed his arm from around your waist and held it out to shake Jonathan’s hand.

“Dr. Jonathan Crane,” he responded, a little tense. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Wayne.”

“Jonathan’s actually doing some research into brain chemistry,” you said.

“Really? Tell me about it, Dr. Crane,” Bruce said, flashing a charming smile.

“I would,” Jonathan responded, turning to you, “but I don’t wanna bore my girl.”

“Your girl?” Bruce repeated, eyes glancing at you. “ You’re a lucky guy. Tell me how scored such a beauty like her?”

“Oh, it wasn’t that hard.” Jonathan reached around and put his hand on your shoulder. “She was practically falling all over me.”

That was true, but your jaw still clenched. “He likes to exaggerate,” you told Bruce with a little laugh.

“Well, if you ever want to change things up a little, I’m right here.” Bruce winked comically, leaving with his girls.

You could tell Bruce wasn’t joking. It sounded like a serious offer, only told in a joking format so as to not rile Jonathan up, as he was under the impression Jonathan was your actual boyfriend.

“You’re a jealous mongrel,” you told Jonathan once Bruce was out of sight. You both walked over to a more secluded corner. “Can’t imagine the idea of having to share, huh? Had to go and make up stories?”

Jonathan scowled. “He was shameless around you. Be grateful I warded him off,” he said arrogantly. “And it’s not like you guys would have worked out. With what your hobby and all.”

You didn’t say anything. Jonathan was jealous, huh? You know felt a sudden urge to go after Bruce, get a little drunk, and follow him back to his room. It’s not like he wasn’t handsome, he was the most eligible bachelor in the city. And you did like him. He was funny and nice. Plus, you two had known each other for a long while. What a fun trope, especially if it was making Jonathan mad.

“A good fuck needs to work out only for the night.” You shrugged.

“You—you can’t,” Jonathan sputtered out. “You’re here with me, not him.”

“I don’t see the problem. I got you in the door and now you don’t need me anymore. What’s wrong if I have some fun?”

“You can’t.”

You waved him off, though you were enjoying the way he was pouting.

“Brat,” you muttered under your breath.

“I’m not a brat.” He gave a dry chuckle. “Excuse me for wanting to spend the night with you.”

“Then why don’t you act like it?” You grinned devilishly. “Act like you want nothing more than to be here.”

Jonathan’s breathing hitched. Yours did too.

“You want it?”

“Don’t be scared.”

After you said that he didn’t hesitate to lean forward to give you a hard kiss, bringing his hand around the back of your head to push you both even closer together. He pulled away, his face still close to yours.

“Like that?”

“Yeah, like that,” you breathed out.

“I can give you more,” he whispered in your ear, his breath almost ticklish. “I know you want it. Been fantasizing about me all this time, hmm?”

You smiled coyly.

“For me to bend you over like the whore you are—”

“—Careful, Crane. I might just have to slap you.”

“Say it. Say you want me to fuck you. Fucking say it—”

You took a quick glance around the room to see if anyone was looking, which they thankfully weren’t, and then gave Jonathan a quick, harsh slap to the face.

The force of it made his neck turn, and his cheeks immediately turned red. He stayed silent for a moment, looking up at you through thick eyelashes, eyes narrowed in lust. It was all the conformation you needed to grab his chin, lift his face up, and give him another slap.

Before you could say anything else he pressed his lips up against you again, pressing you up against the wall passionately.

You backed away, and he furrowed his eyebrows, but all you did was grab his hand, feeling a frenzy of desire take over you. “Let’s go.”

You dragged him through the sea of people and out a backdoor. There were a couple of people walking around in the garden, but you managed to find a place secluded enough for you and Jonathan. The ground was grassy and soft, and no one was walking by. Even if they did, they’d have to be purposefully looking for you two to see you both behind the trees and flowers.

“Lay down,” you ordered.

He grinned but did as you asked. “Here? Outside? You’re such a naughty girl.”

“Do you wanna wait until we get home?”

“No,” he said, a little too eagerly. “I want it now.” He sat up and tugged on your dress, running his hand up your leg. “You’re so soft,” he murmured, planting a few wet kisses on your thigh.

You sighed contently, enjoying the affection he was giving you. This moment felt like a haze, like the world was just slipping by and you were stuck in time, a feeling that made you wonder if this was a dream or not. The evening sunset and dark sky weren’t helping either. It all felt perfect, too perfect.

“Mmm.” Jonathan reached up and hooked his fingers into your underwear. You snapped out of your trance and swatted his hand away.

“Getting a little touchy there, aren’t you?”

He smirked, looking up at you through thick eyelashes. “Just tryna please you, darling.”

You thought for a moment, then decided that you would let him eat you out.

“Alright then. Please me, Dr. Crane.”

Jonathan’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment at the name, savoring the way it rolled so delicately off your tongue. He lifted up your dress and pulled down your panties. You kicked them off to the side and rested your dominant leg on his shoulder.

He pushed his finger against your folds, making a humming sound. “You’re so wet, darling.”

He leaned forward to suck on your clit roughly.

You lightly gasped at the pleasant sensation, bucking your hips into his face accidentally. You had meant to show more control, but how could you when Jonathan was so hungrily lapping? burying his face into your pussy like he was starved, passionately alternating between licking and sucking.

“Oh, Jonathan.”

His fingers, which had been gripping your hips, moved upward. As he continued to press his tongue against your clit his finger gently prodded your entrance, making sure that you were ready. He pushed his finger, curling it slightly.

You stifled your moans, not wanting a passerby to catch you two in the act, but you were finding it difficult. He kept thrusting his finger in and out of you, adding another one just a minute later.

You threw your head back, eyes shut. You held his head for balance and relaxed, letting yourself go into a peaceful bliss. But then you felt Jonathan’s teeth nip your bud, biting into it deliberately, and you yelped.

Gripping his hair, you forced him to look at you. His mouth and nose were covered in your wetness, and his lips were curving up into a delightful smile.

“What was that for?”

He shrugged. “Mmm, I couldn’t help it, Ma’am.”

Instead of reprimanding him, you took the selfish route and pushed his face in between your legs, grinding onto his lips until you felt that familiar sense of elated happiness. You came all over him, your brain shutting off, or rather, getting overloaded at that euphoric, all-consuming release.

You let go of Jonathan’s hair, but he didn’t pull away. He licked up your cum, making your nerves feel overstimulated, but after he was satisfied, he stopped.

“You like that?” he asked.

“F-fuck, yeah.”

You grabbed your panties and put them back on, much to Jonathan’s dismay.

“Where are you going?” He got up, using his sleeve to wipe off the remaining juices on his face. You could see a tent, his cock poking out from under his pants.

“Home, of course. And you’re coming with me.”

He shook his head vehemently, wrapping his arms around your waist, pressing his hard cock against your body. “Let’s finish this here. I can’t wait any longer. Don’t make me wait.”

“If you’re a good boy, you’ll wait.”

“I can’t,” he bitched desperately, hurriedly pulling down his pants. “I won’t. I’ve waited too fucking long.”

You grabbed his cock through the fabric, squeezing it tight in his hands.

His face contorted to one of pleasure and pain. “Huh!”

“You think you can just get what you want? After you’ve such a dick? Oh, ‘she was practically falling all over me’. ‘Such a pretty little dress wasted on such an ugly little thing.’”

“C’mon, I didn’t mean it! You looked so beautiful, I was just trying to make you mad. Be nice . . . Pleaseee?”

You gripped it tighter and he whimpered. “See how pathetic you get the moment I show an ounce of authority? How you start to beg? If I say something you do it. Do you understand?” He didn’t say anything, his lips still parted in pain. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, yes!” he choked out.

You let go. “Good boy. Now go call your driver and ask him to pick us up ‘round back. Unless you want everyone to see your erection?”

You gestured to the front of the manor, where through the bushes you could still see people enjoying the party.

“No, no.” He called his driver, trying his best to cover his erection by interlocking his hands in front of his waist. “You’re a cruel goddess.”

While you two waited for the driver, you peppered sweet kisses along Jonathan’s neck, but when he arrived, you stopped, making him groan at the loss.

Throughout the drive back to your place, you ghosted your fingers over Jonathan’s lap, occasionally resting your hand on his length. Once the driver dropped you both off, you wasted no time in pushing him to your room.

He took off his clothes as did you, his white cock springing up furiously. It was just the right size, bigger and longer than average, almost so that you worried about having to fit it inside you.

His figure was lanky, but still muscled, just the way you thought it would be. You placed your fingers on his chest, twisting his nipples. He shuddered and took off his glasses, placing them on the nightstand. You shoved him down on your bed and he immediately spread his legs, giving you perfect access.

“Want me to suck you off, Jon?”

“Yes!” he said impatiently. “Just do it.”

You spanked his balls with your hand, carefully watching the way they bounced ever so slightly.

“Nghh! I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Do it whenever you feel like.”

Despite his words, you could see him waiting anxiously for you to touch him.

You did so, kissing the tip of his head and running your tongue through the slit, tasting the salty precum he was leaking. He hissed when you took his entire length. “Ah.”

You gripped your thumb so you wouldn’t gag and took him in all the way, hollowing out your cheeks. He thrusted up, deepthroating you for a hot second before he placed his hips firmly against the bed, not wanting to do anything that would upset you.

“So—so warm,” he stuttered out. “Can’t wait to feel your cunt, if your mouth is this fucking good.”

You would have said something, but your mouth was filled, busy bobbing up and down. He squirmed and moaned, shamelessly being as loud as he could. You could feel yourself getting wet again, but you controlled your urges for the sake of Jonathan.

He brushed your hair out of the way, scrunching up his face. “M’gonna — hnghhh — m’gonna come!”

That was when you pulled off of him.

It took a moment for him to realize what you were doing, but when he did, he wasted no time in complaining.

“No,” he mewled, tearing up. “I’ve been such a good boy. Such a good boy.”

“Have you?” You giggled.

“I need you, I need this,” he moaned. “I’ve wanted you so bad — that’s why I came to you, that’s why I came to you and no one else. I didn’t even need the sponsors that bad, I just wanted to see you. I . . . I’m in agony,” he continued dramatically.

“That’s sad.”

More tears ran down his cheek at your nonchalant words. He sniffled. “Please, stop that and just make me come!”

“Okay. I think you deserve it.”

But instead of putting your mouth back on him, you sunk onto his cock, slowly at first, so your pussy could get used to the size.

“Oh, fuck,” Jonathan cursed, placing one of his hands on your waist, his fingers digging into your skin. His other hand went up to play with your breasts, cupping and kneading them like they were pieces of dough.

You started bouncing, a string of incoherent words and moans leaving your mouth. Jonathan sat up and wrapped you in his arms, kissing down your neck as you moved.

“You feel so good,” you murmured, clenching around his cock. “I s-should have done this sooner.”

“Should’ve,” Jonathan agreed. “But — ah — we can always do this more often, yeah?”

Too blissed out to respond with words, you just nodded your head, resting your head in the crook of his neck.

It didn’t take long for both of you to come after that. His hot load spurted inside of you and you came again, but this time on his cock.

He collapsed, exhausted from the sensations.

You slowly got up, letting out a little wince as you felt his length leave you. You cuddled up beside him, caressing his cheek, wrapping you both in the blanket. He looked a little tired, and you didn’t blame him. So were you.

“You set my soul alight,” he said softly. “You always have.”

You wanted to ask him how deep his feelings ran, if this was just sex, or if it was something more, but when he fell asleep on your breast, you dropped the idea. He trusted you enough to let his guard down around you, and for now, that was more than enough.

The rest of the night was spent holding each other in your arms as you slept. When you woke up in the morning, he was still there, snoring softly like he was a peaceful angel.

You pulled him closer to you. “I’m never letting you go,” you murmured darkly. “Never.”

#Jonathan Crane #Jonathan Crane x reader #Jonathan Crane x y/n #Jonathan Crane x you #the dark knight trilogy #fanfiction #scarecrow x reader #scarecrow x y/n #scarecrow x you #cillian murphy #pinguwrites

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goofygecko · 9 months

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Through The Window

(2)

Part 1

Masterlist

Summary—

Maybe you should've thought about wearing that skirt before you left for work.

Warnings

PinV, desk sex, slut-shamimg, breeding kink, daycryphilia, possibly small suit kink, spanking, orgasm denial, overstimulation, boss/employee, older man/younger woman, hair-pulling, face pulling (not a ton though), commando, no prep

William couldn't get that image of you out of his mind, or the sound of his name on your tongue. He would have you today, and he'd make sure of it.

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You joyfully walk into the pizzeria, inhaling the smell of cheap pizza and dust. (Which your senses have tricked you into thinking the smell was pleasant due to having to smell it everyday.) The family friendly restaurant had been your closest thing to an escape from reality for a long while.

"Someone seems excited today." William teases as you walk by him, his voice making you spin around completely.

"Oh, yeah, just have a feeling it's gonna be a good day!" You smile at him before looking at him again, "Y'know?" You add awkwardly.

"Mmmhm.." The man hums before looking you up and down, observing your short skirt.

"That skirt isn't very appropriate for a children's establishment, y'know." He mocks your poor vocabulary.

"Oh! Sorry, I can go back and change into something else, if that's fine with you." You chuckle nervously as you point to the door, speaking with your hands.

"That won't be necessary." William grunts, shifting his position to hide the growing tent in his pants, "Come to my office in 10." He commands before walking away from you.

As soon as William walks away you feel like you've been shattered into a million pieces. Usually, being called to his office meant being demoted or even fired. You must have fucked up somehow.

Solemnly, you make your way to Afton's office. Only stopping to look up occasionally until you got to his door, not even needing to knock as the door swung open infront of you.

"Oh. Hello, dear, I was just about to start looking for you, come in."

"Hi, Mr.Afton.."

"Awh, dear, what happened to your cheerful mood?" William asks with fake sympathy.

You shrug.

"Well, darling, that isn't much of an answer. Now is it?" William teases.

"No..." Replying quietly, you look up at him. Fuck, is he hot.

He chuckles at your scared expression. Honestly, you probably would do anything he tells you to do.

You hear a click.

"Now, dear, I want you to take off that slutty little skirt for me."

"Excuse me...?"

"You heard me, dear. Take. It. Off." He demands.

Fuck, this is embarrassing.

"Yessir.." You reply sheepishly, slipping the skirt off before realizing you'd forgotten a key piece of fabric.

"No panties? How dirty of you, dear." Afton chuckles at your bare hips before biting his lip, feeling the tent in his pants practically suffocating his dick.

You gulp, "I-I'm sorry, Mr.Afton.. I forgot I—"

"Lies won't get you anywhere, slut."

You laugh awkwardly.

"It's not a lie, Mr.Af-"

"Oh, please. I'm no fool, dear. If anything, I'd say you were planning on this happening, that's why you wore such a small skirt."

You gulp as you stand fully, skirt around your ankles as cold air bites at your ass. William walks behind you, groping and palming at you exposed skin.

"Do you know how long I've wanted to do this? You little cock-tease.." He groans as he nudges you forward until you are within contact of the cold, hard, wooden desk in the middle of the room.

You can feel his cock poking at you through his slacks as you lean forward slightly.

"Mmh, what a pathetic girl.." He mumbles as he places a hand on your back, bending you over the desk fully.

"'m not patheti—"

Slap.

"Don't argue with me, slut." He talks down to you as he lands another slap on your ass causing you to gasp and grip onto the desk.

"Ok! O-Ok! 'm sorry, Mr.Afton! 'm sorry!" You sobbed, the sting left from his hand vibrating through your entire body in waves of pain. Surely, you'd be struggling to sit down by tomorrow with how hard he was striking your bottom.

After a few more slaps, his spanking finally ceased. Leaving your ass a bright red and your cheeks soaked with clear lines of tears.

A faint zipper sound came from behind you along with cloth rustling.

"Now, do you think that you'll need my fingers to help you take me?" He teased. You shook your head hesitantly, not wanting to anger the man who currently had his cock on your sopping cunt.

"Mmh.. good." He mumbled as he slowly slid into you, grunting at how tight you were.

You yelped in pain, not expecting the stretch of his entrance to hurt as much as it had. Tears pricked at your eyes as you struggled to stay still.

"M-Mr.Afton..! It hurts! Please one secon—"

"No. You are going to fucking take it, you cock-tease. Do you know what you do to me? I can't keep my fucking eyes off you." He growled in your ear as he bottomed out causing you to let out a loud moan as his tip kissed your cervix. He stayed still for a moment to compose himself before roughly fucking into you from behind, the loud slapping emitted from between the two of you filled the room with the slick sounds of your cunt.

"Your moans sound so pathetic, dear. Ah- Mr.Afton-!" He mocked you before sticking two of his fingers into your mouth, pulling the corner of you mouth to stop you from stifling any of your pathetic moans.

"Mphftr Aphton!" You moaned incoherently, unable to properly form words with him holding your mouth open.

"Awh, what's wrong? Poor baby can't talk?" He teased before speeding up his pace, constantly assaulting your tight hole.

You nod before her pulls his fingers out of your mouth to tangle them in your hair, pulling your head back.

"Mr.Afton! 'm gonna cum-!" He stopped his pace suddenly.

"You're funny, dear. No, you aren't going to cum until I fucking say you can." William chuckles maniacally above you before resuming his violent pace.

He yanked your hair back as he pulled out a polaroid camera, taking a photo of your defenseless, pathetic form before chuckling loudly and fucking into you harder.

"Fuck, this is going on my wall, doll. You like the sound of that? Hm? You're clenching around me." You whined loudly as your eyes rolled back into your skull in pleasure.

"Please, Mr.Afton! P-Please let me cum, I've been a g-good girl! Please, please, please!" You beg desperately as you moved your hips in time with his.

"Fuck, fine" He groaned, "Cum for me, slut."

You're body convulsed as your liquids oozed around him, coating his cock in your slick liquid.

Noticing that he didn't stop his pace after you came you quickly went into overstimulation, "M-Mr.Afton-! Wait 's too much! It hurts!"

"Aw, does it? Well that's too fucking bad. I'm going to keep fucking you until you are properly bred and bulging with my seed."

Tears fell from your eyes as his pace grew sloppy and and began to falter.

"Shit, I'm going to cu—" Afton interrupts himself with a loud groan as you feel his cum filling your pussy, painting your walls white.

He slowly pulls out before lightly slapping your ass.

"Get your skirt on and go back to work, dear."

A/N: I got really lazy at the end so the ending isn't too good. 😭

#william afton x reader #william afton smut #fnaf william afton #fnaf smut #william afton #william afton x you #william afton/reader

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agippangs · 9 months

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Hellooooo can you pleaseee bless us wih harddom!jeongin headcannons? Thank you :) ❤️

oh absolutely i have many many thots 😵‍💫

warnings: hard dom!jeongin, afab reader; all kinks f receiving, mentions of: choking, spit kink, cum swallowing, noona kink, hair pulling, face slapping // everything is consensual!

hard dom!jeongin who makes good use of his pretty hands, knowing how much of a slut you are for them, that you’d let him do anything. he chokes you of course, pulls your hair by the roots, squeezes your ass until it bruises, even slaps you in the face from time to time if you’ve been particularly bratty. but his favorite is shoving his fingers into your mouth; whether it’s one or three, he thinks it’s so cute how eagerly you close your lips around them and suck.

“that’s it sweetie, swallow my fingers up, get them all wet. maybe next time if you behave you’ll get my cock.”

hard dom!jeongin who loves making a mess of you with his spit. spits everywhere: on your face, your chest, your cunt and ass when he goes down on you, even smears it around just to watch it glisten. loves the primality of spitting in your mouth after eating his own cum right out of you. be a good girl and open up nice and wide so he can’t miss; sometimes he will on purpose though, if he’s feeling extra sadistic.

“get ready,” he hisses before diving into your cunt, gathering the mess to feed to you. he hovers over you, hinging your jaw open with his thumb, pressing it down on your tongue and letting globs of your combined release slide down your throat. “don’t we taste good together?”

hard dom!jeongin who gets off on the fact that he’s turned an older woman into his a useless whore, nothing but a few holes to fuck. tease him about your age gap in front of his friends if you really want to rile him up, guarantee you won’t walk for days after he’s done with you. he loves to call you noona in bed but with a patronizing arrogance, especially when he takes you from behind, face down ass up, one hand forcing you down so he can cage you in and whisper it into your ear.

“i’m a baby, huh? seems like noona needs the ‘baby’ to take care of her. you’re lucky i’m feeling nice today, noona barely deserves it.”

hard dom!jeongin whose favorite part is secretly the aftercare. he now knows exactly what it is you need by your body language. water? always on the nightstand before you even start. food? he smiles and sings to himself while whipping up some jazzed up instant noodles. feeling lost? has a set of physical grounding techniques at the ready! you sub dropped once with him very early on and since then, he’s put a lot of effort into learning how to take care of you. confidently knowing he’s ready no matter the scenario helps fight his own insecurities as a partner. the truth is, he lowkey needs it more than you.

“i’m here baby,” he hums, thumbing tears away from your glazed over eyes. he brings you upright so your back rests against his chest, wrapping his strong arms around you in the kindest, gentlest hold, aware of your current sensitivity. “can you put your hand up, angel? i want you to touch each finger to mine one at a time and count them out loud. there you go, doing so well for me, darling. i love you, you know that right?”

#would love to write about skz and aftercare in more detail sometime!#jeongin smut #skz smut #stray kids smut #yang jeongin smut #hard dom!yang jeongin #dom!yang jeongin #dom!jeongin #sub!reader #yang jeongin x reader #izz writes #jeongin headcanons #stray kids headcanons #skz headcanons #stray kids hard thoughts #jeongin hard hours #jeongin hard thoughts #izz answers

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gwendolinesblog · 2 months

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Jealous, Jealous girl

Warning: smut, fluff, Larissa being jealous.

You were getting into the shower to get ready for a party you were asked to attend. Larissa wasn't overly happy with you going. Once you stepped into the shower you hear the door open.And suddenly you feel a pair of long fingers slide along your waist."Hello darling" says Larissa "Hey babe". Larissa pressed you against the wall "Baby no I will be late" she squeezes your boobs slightly " please for me baby" you sigh "No marylin will be here to pick me up in 30 minutes" Larissa whines "Why is marylin picking you up darling" Larissa says "Because she offered" she kisses your neck "I could of taken you" Larissa says "Well I wanted marylin to take me" Larissa gasps playfully "Be careful what you say darling" Larissa says as she slides her hand down between your legs "Riss..please..please" she slides finger between your folds collecting your wetness "Babe no I have to go" you pull away and start washing your hair "You shouldn't of done that little one" Larissa says "And why not..mummy?" Larissa clenches her thighs "Oh your getting a punishment for that you know what that does to me" Larissa bends you over in the shower "Your going to count do you understand" says Larissa "Yes mummy" *slap* "Ahh..one *slap* "Fuck.mummy two" she slaps all the way up until 20 "Such a good girl for mummy" says larissa. You stand up properly"ok I'm going to get out and get changed now" Larissa grabs your waist "But why stay home with me" says Larissa "No I'm getting out now" you step out the shower leaving Larissa to go get changed for the party. Larissa washes herself in the shower and gets out and sees you in a tight short black dress "Darling there is no way your going out in that" says larissa "Why not?" Larissa walk up to you still only in a towel "Because people will stare at what's mine" Larissa grabs your ass "Babe it's fine" Larissa drops her towel "I see what your trying to do" Larissa laughs "Is it working" Larissa says. You look her naked from up and down "Yes,yes it's working" Larissa pressed you against the wall "Good that's what I want" says Larissa. She starts playing with the zip on your dress. Your phone rings

"Babe stop marylin is calling" Larissa chuckels "I'm not stopping so you choose what to do" says larissa You answer the phone "Marylin I'm going to have to cancel I have come down with a cold" you hang up "You happy now" larissa pulls down the zip on your dress "More than happy" says Larissa. She takes off your underwear and bra. "Riss..please" she pulls you to the bedroom and lays you down in the bed. "I'm going to fuck you so deep" Larissa says you shake your head "No I am" You flip her so she is underneath you "What do you want baby?" You ask her "I..I want..to be filled" she says. " I'm going to shift okay baby?" She nods quickly You shift to a 8 inch thick dick. Larissa looks at your new member "Babe I don't think that will fit" she says "We will make it fit" you spread her legs "Do you want my fingers to prepare?" She skates her head "No..I.i.need you now" she pledes"As you wish" you spread her legs and line yourself up to her entrance. "you ready" she nods. You push yourself deep inside her. "Ahh.. fuck.babe" she says. You stay still and let her adjust she taps your shoulder telling you that you can move. You start thrusting into her with a fast pace "Fuck.. babe you feel so good"She says "Since you couldn't wait for me to get home to be fucked your going to get it good" you lift her very long legs onto your shoulders pulling out and then thrusting into her hitting a brand new angle you had never hit before "Shit baby your so tight for me" Larissa cant stop moaning "Shit.ahh.mhh.babh..immn about..I'm closeee" says Larissa. You wrap Larissa long legs around your waist and drop your whole body weight onto her making your member go deeper inside. "FUCk..don't stop"says Larissa. Soon Larissa came on your cock. You both lay still with you still inside of Larissa "You okay baby?" Larissa breathing heavily "Yeah I'm okay" says Larissa. You gently pull out making Larissa whine at the loss of being full. "Come here" says Larissa she pulls you onto her bare chest. "You know your the prettiest women in the world Riss" Larissa blushes "thank you darling"

You lay on Larissa like that for some time which ked to you falling asleep. The next morning Larissa wakes up "Shit babe what's the time" says Larissa. You wake up and check the time "It's 10:26am" Larissa sighs "We have to get up my love my family will be here soon"says Larissa "Ugh I forgot about that" you muzzle more into her chest "Come on darling" Larissa says She picks you up and carries you into the bathroom and sits you on the counter and she stands between your legs. She starts to brush her teeth. You take it out of her mouth and start to brush your own. She rests her head on your chest "when are they going to be here?" You massage her scalp. "In 30 minutes" says Larissa

30 minutes later

You and Larissa were waiting in the living room waiting for her family Larissa was wearing a lovely tight back dress which makes you go wild and you were wearing a loose black button up shirt with leggings. You hear a knock and the door and Larissa gets up and anwser she door she hugs her brother,sister,mum and dad I stand up. "hello Sam" I say to her father and shake his hand I walk up to her mum and kiss her cheek "Hey Lisa" I say to her mum. I just nod at James and Jess. We all sit down in the living room "How are you darling" ask Sam "I'm good thank you daddy" says Larissa you smirk at this. You sit on the sofa and Sam and Lisa,Jess,and james sit down leaving no space fir larissa. You look at her standing there uncomfortable because she doesn't have a seat. "Love,come here" you pat your lap. She walks to you and sits on your lap Her mum smiles at this. "look at you two cuties" says Lisa. Larissa blushes. "Um I was thinking of taking you guys out to a restaurant my treat" her family cheer and get ready to go. Since there's not enough seats in my car I will drive by myself. "But love I want to drive with you" say Larissa. "Babe it's a 10 minute drive it's fine" Larissa whines "That's so long I'm coming with you" says Larissa crossing her arms. "Okay okay who else is coming in our car then" I say looking at her family. "I will" says Jess. I nod "Larissa do you want to sit in the back with Jess?" Larissa grabs onto your arm shaking her head you nod. Jess gets Into the back seat I get in the driver's seat and Larissa gets in the passenger seat. I just listen to the two sisters talk on the way to the restaurant. "Were here girls" all of you three get out of the car. We meet her family at the table. "So who is sitting where"says James. "I will sit next to Lisa and James so Larissa can sit next Lisa and Sam that would be nice for them" Larissa whines "my love I wanna sit next to you" Larissa whispers. "No your sitting in-between your parents and I'm sitting in-between your siblings ok"

We all sit down in that order and eat our dinner. The waitress comes over to give us our bill "That will be £238.39 please" says the waitress. Sam here out his card "No Sam please my treat" I give the waitress my card. I hear my phone go off. I look and it's Larissa she's saying she wanted to sit near you and she feels lonely sitting near her parents. Jess saw this message and she whispers "Go make out in the bathroom to stop her whining" says Jess. You nod you stand up and walk past Larissa. Larissa grabs your waist. "And where are you going" says Larissa "I'm going to the bathroom" Larissa walks with you to the bathroom. We go into the stall immediately Larissa picks you up and kisses you and you kiss back but pull away to say "You really couldn't wait just an hour without touching me" you kiss back "You look sexy over there near Jess" says Larissa. You take of her dress and kiss her hips. You gasp "Larissa weems! No underwear when your going out with your family" Larissa laughs "We should go back" Larissa sighs putting her dress back on "Only if I can sit next to you"Larissa says "you can sit on my lap there isn't any room okay?" Larissa giggles "I was hoping you would say that" we go back to the table "How was the (coughs) bathroom" says James "Shut up James" says Larissa. I sit in my seat with Larissa on my lap. "So are you guys sleeping over?" I ask"If that's okay then we would love to it's a long drive and it's quite late" says Lisa "Yeah that's fine babe isn't it?" I ask Larissa she just nods. *We all talk for at least an hour* "So can you two have children even though you are both women? " Ask Lisa "Yes mum we can because we are both shapeshifters"says Larissa. "it's getting late should we head home?" Everyone agrees. You drive home with the same people but this time Jess is in the front sleeping on my shoulder. I hear Larissa sigh "What's up my love?" I ask "She's to close to you" says Larissa "She's asleep she can't control it" we pull up to the house. I carry Jess into her room. I walk into mine and Larissa room. "Love?" Asks Larissa "Yeah what's up" Larissa walks up to you "you know my mum was talking about me getting pregnant" You nod "Yeah what about it?" Larissa holds your shoulders "I think I want a baby" says Larissa. "Really" Larissa nods "Who would be carrying the baby?" Larisa grabs your waist "Well you my love since it would get in the way if my job but you work from home anyway" says Larissa "When do you want the baby" well if we have it now it will be born in June so" you nod "So your basically saying your going to fuck me tonight?" You laugh "Yes love" says Larissa *You and Larissa make the baby* after you finish "Babe..I" Larissa grabs your waist"Ik darling ik" you look at my thighs "I need a shower" Larissa nods. *You and Larissa shower and fall asleep for the night

In the morning Jess runs in waking both you and Larissa. Larissa pulls up the covers since you were both naked. "Jess get out" says Larissa. "Jess just let us get dressed then you can come in okay" Jess nods and leaves. You get up and put on some joggers and a sleeved black top. You chuck Larissa a shirt and some shorts for the time being. And get back in bed. "Jess you can come in now" Jess walks in and sits in-between you and Larissa. Larissa gets annoyed by this. "Soo basically Larissa mum wants you to go out with her today and I will hang out with Y/N" you nod "That sounds like a good idea" you say "But darling we were going to have a just us day today" says larissa "Yeah but you need to spend time with you mum" you say

A month later

Larissas family was still at your house since flights were unavailable due to the heavy snow. You and Jess were hanging out at your house and all of a sudden you feel very sick and rush to the toilet and you throw up. "Omfg Y/N are you okay do you want me to get Larissa?" Says Jess "No it's fine she's is at work..but I do need you to do something" Jess nods "Jess I need you to go get me a pregnancy test"

End of fic

I think I'm going to make another part but omg these take ages. But yeah it was fun and just ask if you wanna be tagged in the next part. By the way I didn't read through so many be some spelling mistakes

#larissa weems #gwendoline Christie #smut #jealous #pregnancy

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bunnylove1 · 3 months

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.*•Lucifer HC!!•*.

.*•lucifer HC!•*.

~.•Lucifer x reader

~.•warnings!: sickness, sex/just smut, fluff!, nsfw and sfw HCS Are mixed together

~.•Enjoy! Darlings

•he likes when you talk, just because he loves your voice “no baby keep talking, your okay don’t stop”

•Same with loving your voice, he will make you not hide your face during sex or muffle you voice because he loves your whimpers and moans makes him cum just hearing them

•double dates with Charlie and vaggie he loves getting time in with his daughter but also loves seeing you interact with Charlie and loves hearing vaggie call him father in law

•hates seeing you cry makes him overthink “shh it’s okay Angel, what’s wrong speak to me”

•he loves you hips and eyes he finds them the most beautiful thing ever and that they fit you so well

•loves when you call him ‘luci’ and ‘darling’

•he’ll hide away from whoever he’s talking to if you call him ‘apple muncher’ in public

•Luci loves when you put any type of his clothing on, but mostly prefers you to wear his hat

•he’s scared of losing you, so he always keeps you close and if not he’ll frequently check up on you

•if your taller than him and he wants a kiss, he’ll pull you down and give you a smooch

•I love the idea of him being a jealous guy, so he always has a hand around your waist or his hand holding yours

•he most definitely loves tall women, have you seen his ex wife

•hates when Alastor is anywhere near you, will literally growl at the dude

•I can see him treating you like a little kid some times saying “no that’s to sharp put it down princess” or “don’t walk so fast hold my hand”

•he’s a switch but leans more towards dom

•man loves eating pussy, not for your own pleasure (yes and no) but for his he’s a pussy muncher

•he’s definitely a night owl and a morning person, he’ll be up all night working on something but also be up at the ass crack of dawn making your breakfast in bed

•DOESN’T let you lift a FINGER he’ll do everything, making sure his princess isn’t stressing out about anything

•he knows how to comfort you way different from alastors comfort, he’ll put your head in his chest and whisper sweet nothings to you as he rubs your back and plays with your hair “it’s okay my baby I’m here”, “don’t make yourself sick okay princess

•when your sick he’ll make sure your never up from bed, he’ll bring you anything soup a drink another pillow or more blankets “need anything darling”…”no don’t get up lay back down princess let me do it my sick baby”

•his love language is definitely physical touch and words of affirmation

•makes you a duck key chain that looks like him, he has one that looks like you

•he definitely has a daddy kink can’t see him not having one

•doesn’t like hurting you during sex, he likes slapping and punishments but not hard core ones

•his wings are sensitive so touching them leads to big consequences

•BIGGEST ROMANTIC he’ll buy you flowers every time he sees the ones he already gave you dying, new stuffed animals that he bought while out, long dinner dates that lead to just talking all night, dancing when you guys can’t sleep, humming you sweet tunes just the biggest sweetheart

•has your name on his phone as “my princess”

•calls you “my princess” “baby” “little angel” “mommas” “hot shot” “little lady”

•he loves seeing you an Charlie getting along makes him feel proud

•hates when your too far from him

“darlings get over her please” or “to far baby” even “little lady right here”

•loves the color white and gold on you

•thinks your a goddess and will drop to his knees if you commanded

•he prefers to give you pleasure more than you give him but if you offer he’ll take it

•sex is a solid 99/100, loves pleasing you but that one point is for doing his work which only leads to having more sex

•morning sex’s and night sex’s (when your asleep shit) loves the feeling of you being groggy in both morning and night gives him so much control

•loves when you fall asleep on him, he’ll take photos of it

•he loves you sitting on his lap while he does work or is talking to other of the question it he’ll say—— “what is your eye problem, haven’t seen a couple before”

.*• guys this took me a whole ass day to do please enjoy

(Tagged my favourite luci lover)

@mylunadies

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dilfjjk05 · 5 months

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can i ask how the boys, Geto, Toji, Nanami and Goji, would react with their f!s/o comparing their hands size? and ends up intertwining their fingers together? Thank you!! 🩷🩷

omg this is so cute! here you go!

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Comparing Hands To Ending up Intertwining them.

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╰┈➤ Gojo.

"Baby?" you call out to Gojo who's currently laying on the couch.

"Yes Beautiful?"

"I saw a trend where people where comparing their hands with their partner, can we also try?" you mumble while giving him the cutest puppy ever.

"Of course baby, c'mere". He pays the space beside him on the couch. He presses his very obviously big hand against yours.

"Small ass hand you got baby" he smirks, that smirk soon turns into faint blush when you intertwine your fingers with his.

"This feels nice. Did you do that on purpose?" He chuckles softly kissing your hand.

You giggle softly. "Maybe....Maybe not, who knows?"

╰┈➤ Geto.

"And then you chop it finely" Geto reads out the instructions from the new cook book he gifted you.

"Is this much enough sugu?" you mumble while you're focused on chopping up the carrots.

"No baby, see like this" He stands behind you, his hands wrapping around yours as he shows you how to cut the carrots.

"Your hands are big sugu"

"Are they? Or maybe yours are just very small" He mumbles while being careful of not hurting you.

"Noooo! yours are big! seeee!!" you whine as you take his hand and compare yours with it.

"It's just you sugu! your hands are big!" while trying to prove your point, you subconsciously Intertwine your finger with his.

A soft smile appears on his face at the subconscious gesture, he pulls you closer and plants soft kisses all over your hand as you continue to argue that your hand isn't small.

╰┈➤ Nanami

It's finally nanami's day off, he's sitting on the couch with a book in his hands, relaxing on his day off. You're bored out of your mind, laying on his lap.

"Namiiiiiii I'm boreddddd" you whine softly, pulling into his shirt.

"I'm almost done darling" he mumbles fully focued on his book. Yet he doesn't forget to give you attention. He brings his free hand down to caress your face.

Out of habit, you move to play with his fingers. You take in on every detail of his hand, just how rough, big it is.

"Nami would I fly to the moon if you slapped me with your hand?" you ask him as you giggle softly, comparing your hand with his trying to figure out how big it really is.

"I won't ever slap you but to answer your question, yes. you would" He chuckles while placing his book down.

"How was your book nami?" You smile up at him, intertwining your fingers with his.

"It was good, but hold hands with your is the most comforting thing ever" He smiles softly, moving down to kiss your forehead.

╰┈➤ Toji.

"Hey dollface, have you seen my winter gloves?" He says walking into the bathroom where you are.

"Nope, you can use mine though" you mumble while putting your moisturizer on.

"Are you sure about that pretty?" He chuckles as he holds up his hand against yours, raising them a bit higher so you can see from the mirror.

"Oh...well. Then just freeze to death orrrrrrr"

"Or?" He raises his eyebrow.

You spin around, interlocking your fingers with his. "Just hold my hand darling" A soft giggle escapes your mouth which makes him smile as well.

"Doesn't sound that bad actually. Who needs gloves when I got you eh?" He chuckles kissing your knuckles.

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hope you like it 🥲🫶🏻

#jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu smut #jjk nanami #jjk smut #kento smut #kento nanami #kento x reader #nanami headcanons #nanami kento #toji headcanons #jjk toji #geto suguru x reader #geto headcanons #jjk gojo #gojo headcanons

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moondustpugh · 1 month

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hey darling, how are you? You asked to leave requests in your inbox, so I'm doing that, even though I think this request is stupid

Well, would I like to ask for something where the reader and Kenji have a strange friendship? compliments and curses, maybe they are always fighting with each other but just for fun, but other people don't know, so one time Aaron sees kenji offending the reader and threatens kenji? and another scenario is where the reader is crying and Aaron hugs her and consoles her

Thanks!!

Inside Jokes and Bowling Alleys

Aaron Warner x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Kenji were always comfortable with each other and calling each other mean names all the time playfully. However, Aaron just doesn't get that.

Author's Note: This request was sooo much fun! Thank you!

Disclaimer: 18+, smutty-ish

Wordcount: 4.5K

The night sky was clear tonight. The stars twinkled in the sky and the cold night breeze greeted you and Kenji as you both walked out of the restaurant. You both were having your usual Friday night dinner. It has become a tradition for the both of you. It was something that you two found therapeutic because you could talk about anything with each other. Not that Aaron and Nazeera didn’t understand you both, it was just that you both tend to match each other’s energy.

“You’re such a bitch!” Kenji laughed, pushing you lightly by your arm.

“I’m the bitch?” Your eyes widened, a fake gasp escaping your lips. “Weren’t you just scared of the little horror movie we watched earlier?”

“Yeah, that’s why you’re such a bitch for teasing me about it.” Kenji rolled his eyes.

You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound echoing through the dark empty streets. You knew if anyone would hear the little mean nicknames that you two gave each other, people would probably think of something else. Though, this was a normal conversation between you and Kenji. You both knew you cared and loved each other and was just comfortable enough to be playfully mean.

“I don’t know how Nazeera deals with your scaredy ass.” You added.

“Hey! Don’t bring my girl into this.” Kenji’s voice got defensive. “I’ll have you know, Nazeera loves me for me.”

You couldn’t help but snort at the sentence that he just told you. Kenji dropped his jaw as if he was hurt by your reaction and paused in his tracks, his eyes widened and brows raised.

“I’m sure Warner got his hands full.” Kenji joked as you playfully pushed him towards the wall.

“Asshole.” You muttered under your breath as he laughed.

“Yeah?” Kenji picked you up, threw you over his shoulder and spun you around as you let out a shriek.

“Kenji! Put me down!” You exclaimed as Kenji laughed.

You kicked your feet up in the air as you reached your hand to slap his ass, making him let out a small squeal. You laughed at his reaction as you kept kicking your feet and wiggling your body to start sliding off from his grip. He finally set you back down as the both of you started playfully air punching each other. Kenji wrapped his arm around your neck as you laughed and tried to kick him on the leg.

“C’mon, Princess. Show me your strength.” Kenji chuckled, his arm not letting go of you. “I thought Warner has been training you at the gym, hm?”

You started slapping Kenji on the stomach, coughing out air as you gave him a signal that you actually couldn’t breathe.

“Kenj—” You breathed heavily as he finally let go of you.

“Oh, shit! Are you okay?” His eyes widened, eyes full of worry.

You laughed and nudged him on the stomach. “Ha! Gotcha!”

Kenji stood there with his mouth open, stunned at the little prank that you just did to him. His hands started reaching for you, while you slowly took a step back, shaking your head.

“Uh uh.” You said. “No.”

“Come here.” Kenji’s voice was soft, his hand still reaching for you. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Yeah, that’s a trustworthy sentence.” You laughed, your feet still backing up from him.

Then, Kenji started running towards you. A loud shriek escaped from you as you turned and started running away from him. Your laughter echoed the empty streets as Kenji kept calling out your name.

“You’re such a cheater, Princess!” He exclaimed.

Stopping at the corner of the sidewalk, you panted and set your palm on your knees, hunching down as you tried to catch your breath. Finally catching up to you, Kenji set his hands on his hips, throwing his head back as he also tried to catch his breath.

“Damn, Princess. Warner really has been training you at the gym. You’re fast.”

You laughed, gazing up at him before finally straightening your body. “Yeah, well, you gotta catch up with your training too.”

Kenji wrapped an arm around your shoulders as the both of you continued walking down the street. The rest of the walk home was calm. You both had stopped teasing each other and finally had some normal conversation without one of you being sarcastic. As you arrived at your front door, you saw Aaron immediately walk out of the front porch and waited for you as you said goodbye to Kenji.

“We should go bowling next time or something.” Kenji suggested, his eyes shifted at Aaron behind you from a distance. “Bring Mr. Asshole over there.”

You furrowed your brows, lightly slapping him on the arm. “Don’t be like that. You don’t see me calling Nazeera names.”

“That’s because Nazeera is perfect.” Kenji argued.

“Yeah, whatever.” You rolled your eyes. “Bring Ms. Perfect too then and we could compete.”

“Deal.” Kenji smiled, pulling you into an embrace. “Goodnight, Princess.”

“Goodnight, idiot.” You chuckled and waved goodbye to your best friend.

Excitedly walking towards your boyfriend, Aaron immediately smiled at you and took you in his arms, pulling you inside the house.

“Hi, love.” He kissed you softly. “How was your night?”

“Good.” You smiled.

Aaron closed the door behind him before pulling you into his arms again, nuzzling your neck and a soft hum escaped his lips. He trailed kisses down your neck as you smiled and ran your fingers through his golden hair.

“Missed you.” He murmured through your skin as breathed in your scent.

“I missed you too.” You smiled, cupping his face and lifting it up to stare at him.

His dimples slowly appeared on his cheeks as he grinned at you. Leaning down, he kissed you softly and scooped you up in his arms, carrying you down the hall towards the bedroom. You wrapped your arms around his neck, setting your head on his shoulder before your lips started trailing down his neck. You felt Aaron’s gripped under your thighs tightened, a whine caught in his throat.

“Love, you make me crazy, you know that?” He whispered as he set you back down.

“Hmm…” You smiled, cupping his face. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Aaron smiled, leaning down to kiss you. He quickly parted from the kiss and walked towards the bathroom. You furrowed your brows as you heard the water start running. You already knew what he was planning as he walked back into the room.

“Aaron—!” You squealed as he laughed softly, scooping you up in his arms.

You kicked your legs in the air as Aaron chuckled softly, setting you down as soon as you both entered the bathroom. Aaron pressed his body against yours as he tugged on your sweater.

“My beautiful love.” He whispered.

“I love you.” You murmured, kissing him softly.

He pulled your sweater over your head and leaned down to kiss your collarbone. You could never get tired of him. Every time you felt his kisses and touch on your body, it always brought you back to life. It was like electricity that made you feel so alive.

“Aaron.” You gasped.

Your hands clutched on his shirt as you pulled him even more close to you. He pinned you against the wall, his hands sliding down under your thighs. He holsted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” Aaron whispered, biting your bottom lip softly.

A soft moan escaped from your lips as he led you towards the bathtub. As you both took each other’s clothes off, Aaron helped you settle inside the bathtub. The soap was foaming on the water as Aaron leaned back against the tub, pulling you close to his chest. You leaned your back against him and closed your eyes, feeling the peace that was blanketing around you. His hands softly stroked your hair and his lips pressed feather like kisses on your bare shoulder.

“You spend too much time with Kishimoto, love.” He murmured.

You couldn’t help but chuckle softly and looked over your shoulder to stare at him. You raised your brow at him and gave him a playful smile.

“Don’t be jealous.” You said. “Kenji is my best friend.”

“I’m not jealous.” Aaron retorted. “I don’t know how Nazeera handles him, honestly. I feel bad for her.”

You let out a laugh as you laid your head on his shoulder. Aaron leaned his cheek against your head, giving you a soft kiss on your forehead. If you could stay like this with him forever, you would.

“Actually,” You said, lifting your head and gazing up at him. “Kenji and I were thinking that we should go bowling. Me, him, you, and Nazeera.”

Aaron’s eyes went dim as he gazed down at you, brows raised at the idea you suggested. You could see the disapproval look on his face that immediately washed over him. It wasn’t that Aaron hated bowling. It was the fact that he had to spend time with Kenji, and you could see that idea spinning in his mind at the moment. You always wanted those two men to get along but for some reason, they just couldn’t seem to no matter what you did. You didn’t understand because you and Nazeera were getting along just fine.

“Please?” You pouted, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to resist.

Aaron threw his head back and said, “Fine. I know I’ll beat Kishimoto in bowling anyway.”

“Hm…” You nuzzled your face on his neck. “You’d look hot bowling, honestly. I’ll enjoy my night so much.”

Aaron smiled, setting his index finger under your chin and lifted your head to kiss you softly. This time, his kiss was so soft and gentle. Something like he wanted to study and enjoy this time with you. You love Aaron so much, and you know he has a hard time making friends. Even when he grew up knowing Nazeera and her brother, he felt like they were never that close. Nazeera would argue otherwise. She had told you that they always played together as kids whenever her parents would come over or when Aaron was dragged by his parents to Nazeera’s house. Aaron never thought they were friends because they only knew each other through their parents doing business together. Besides, Aaron never liked talking about his childhood.

It was dark.

Never happy.

He liked to push that thought away, especially when the subject of his father came up. Ever since you started dating Aaron, he never got along with Kenji. He always was irritated by him, and he never understood how the two of you got along. Overtime, he just started accepting your friendship with Kenji. Tolerate it, most of the time. Although you knew that deep inside, Aaron didn’t dislike Kenji like that. He saw Kenji’s intelligence and cared for you. Aaron, at least, was grateful for that.

So, when the weekend came, you found yourself with Aaron at the bowling alley. You both waited for Kenji and Nazeera to arrive as you rented yourself a pair of bowling shoes.

“Love, no.” Aaron shook his head, giving the boy from behind the counter the shoes back.

He took out two pairs of bowling shoes from his bag and gave you one that was just about your size. You held the pair of shoes, stunned as you stared at him.

“Of course, you would.”

You heard Nazeera’s voice as she walked towards the both of you. Kenji was walking right behind her, and she looked like she wasn’t even remotely surprised that Aaron brought his own pair of bowling shoes.

“Do you know they don’t disinfect that properly?” Aaron argued, taking out two more shoes.

Nazeera rolled her eyes at Aaron as she pulled you into a hug. “How are you?”

“I’m good. How are you? I’ve missed you.”

“I know. Things have just been busy.” Nazeera smiled.

“I hope your brother isn’t still annoying you.” Aaron interrupted.

Immediately, Nazeera’s attention turned to him as you let them have their own conversation. Kenji walked towards you and nudged you on the side. His eyes shifted towards the pair of bowling shoes that you were holding.

“Your boyfriend is insane.” Kenji said.

“I heard that.” Aaron turned to face the both of you as he threw the shoes at Kenji. “You’re welcome.”

“I think I can handle renting my own shoes.” He handed the bowling shoes back to Aaron.

You and Nazeera immediately gave each other a look. They only just arrived at the place, and they were arguing already. You just hoped no bowling balls would be flying across the room later on, especially that both of them could be so competitive.

“Suit yourself, Kishimoto. Enjoy the germs.” Aaron shoved the shoes back inside his bag, but you reached for his hand.

“Kenji, stop.” You said, taking the shoes from Aaron’s hands. “Just take the shoes.”

“Fine, Princess.” Kenji rolled his eyes, taking the shoes from you.

You smiled at your best friend as Aaron handed Nazeera a pair also. Sitting on the bench, you started untying your sneakers and froze when you saw Aaron knelt down in front of you.

“Here, love.”

He gently took your hand and took the bowling shoes from you. He slid your sneakers from your feet and replaced them with the bowling shoes. You couldn’t help but stare at him in awe. He was so sweet. You felt the blood rush to your cheeks as he held out his hand and helped you up. Nazeera told the boy from behind the counter that you all were doing three games as Aaron went to pay for it.

“You’re so spoiled.” Kenji whispered to you, bumping his arm with yours as you all walked towards one of the bowling lanes.

“You’re so spoiled.” You mocked him, pushing him by the arm. “You should be spoiling Nazeera. Instead, she spoils you.”

Kenji mocked you by mouthing the words you just told him as you pushed him away from you, laughing.

“You’re so annoying and such an ass.” You told Kenji.

Nazeera and Aaron already started picking out their bowling balls and setting up the game, while you and Kenji kept teasing each other and pushing each other like two little kids in the park.

“I will beat you and Warner.” Kenji held up his index and middle finger and repeatedly pointed at his eyes and you, gesturing that he was watching every move you would be making.

“We’ll see about that. My boyfriend is pretty trained in these things.”

Kenji huffed out a loud “Ha!” as he shook his head and said, “This is not the gym.”

“Kishimoto!” Aaron called out. “Are you gonna be all talk or you will actually play?”

Kenji gave Aaron a death glare as you chuckled softly and Aaron pulled you in his lap. You watched as Kenji stared at the different bowling balls in front of him and picked one of them up and then set them down once he realized it was too heavy for him. Then, he picked another one up and set it down again. You couldn’t help but giggled softly as Aaron buried his face on your shoulder, shaking his head.

“We’re gonna be here all night.” Aaron murmured through the fabric of your sweater.

You laughed softly, leaning your back against him as you patted his cheek softly.

“I’m here.” You smiled, looking over your shoulder. “I can be your distraction then.”

Aaron let out a soft hum before leaning in to give you a quick kiss on the lips.

“Hey! No, no.” Kenji pointed his index finger at the both of you. “Don’t be doing that shit in front of me.”

You heard as Nazeera sighed behind him, shaking her head. “Just play already!”

Kenji turned to give Nazeera a look before finally picking up a ball and throwing it on the lane in front of him. Immediately, you heard Aaron chuckled and buried his face on your shoulder again. His shoulders were shaking from the laughter that he was trying to hold in. The bowling ball that Kenji threw immediately went towards the gutter and didn’t hit any pins. You clamped a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from laughing.

“That’s not fair!” Kenji turned to the both of you. “I was distracted!”

Nazeera shook her head and rolled her eyes as Kenji picked up the ball again and this time it hit two pins from the corner before going into the gutter completely. You turned your body to bury your face on Aaron’s neck as he pursed his lips and held you close.

“I see you, Princess!” Kenji called out. “Stop laughing at me. It’s just the first round.”

Lifting your face from Aaron’s neck, it was all flushed as you nodded your head at him and held in your smile. Nazeera was next and she immediately hit a perfect strike, making Kenji’s jaw drop on the floor.

“How—” Kenji stared at his girlfriend in awe as she gave him a proud smile.

You got up from Aaron’s lap and sat on the sofa as you watched him pick up the bowling ball. You could already see Kenji rolling his eyes from the corner of your eye. He made a perfect strike as Kenji threw his head back and groaned softly. You couldn’t help but grin widely at your boyfriend as he walked towards you and leaned down to give you a kiss.

“You got this, love.” He whispered before squeezing your waist softly.

Picking up the bowling ball, you threw it towards the lane and hit about half of the pins. You heard Nazeera cheered behind you and when you turned to look at Aaron, he had a proud grin on his face. You threw the bowling ball again and you got a spare.

“Yes!” You fist pumped the air as you skipped towards Aaron.

“Exactly what I thought.” Aaron murmured, kissing your hair softly and pulled you into his lap again.

As Kenji took his turn, he was able to finally hit a good spare, but he was still struggling throughout the night. Nazeera started ordering drinks from the bar and the alcohol was starting to hit Kenji hard. Nazeera had to literally calm him down because he was starting to get so competitive, especially with Aaron.

“Kenji, it’s okay.” You said as he flopped down on the sofa. “We have one more game and you’ll be able to practice more.”

“I don’t need practice.” He said.

You could tell his pride was starting to go up as Nazeera chuckled softly, squeezing his hand in hers. Aaron gave you a small secret smile as he walked back to you after taking his turn. He just hit another strike, and Kenji wasn’t having it. You got up from where you were sitting and took your turn, hitting a strike.

“Princess, I know you’re cheating.” Kenji teased.

You laughed and walked towards him. “I’m not cheating.”

Kenji had a playful smile on his face as he clapped his hands and got up from his seat. Unfortunately for him, you and Aaron won this round. Nazeera, on the other hand, was just peacefully sitting and would whisper little jokes to you about how she bet Kenji would cry later tonight if he didn’t win this round.

“Okay, one more game.” Kenji called as he set up the names on the screen again.

Nazeera got up from her seat and ordered herself another drink, while you heard Aaron let out a deep sigh, burying his face on your neck. You smiled and watched Kenji’s determined expression as he looked over his shoulder and saw the smirk on your face.

“Just watch, Princess.” He said.

You raised your brows and nodded your head as if you were agreeing with whatever crazy idea he was having in his mind. After Nazeera came back with some drinks, you leaned back on your seat and watched as Kenji took his turn. This time, his determination was truly starting to pay off because he started getting better throughout the third game. It got to the point where he and Aaron started competing with each other.

“If we leave, I’m sure they won’t even notice.” Nazeera whispered to you.

“Honestly, I’m starting to suggest the same thing that maybe you and I should just leave any minute.” You whispered back as you and Nazeera laughed

Towards the end of the game, both Kenji and Aaron were tied and for some reason, your score was a lot higher than the both of them. Nazeera was just tired to the point where she didn’t care anymore. The alcohol that was running in Kenji’s blood was making him more competitive. You have been teasing him all night, and he kept rolling his eyes, which amused Aaron and Nazeera.

“Princess, I swear, I don’t know how you’re so good at cheating.” Kenji picked up the ball.

“I’m not cheating. Don’t be a sore loser, Kenji.” You joked.

“Watch.” Kenji threw the ball and immediately hit a strike as he threw his fists in the air. “Ah! See!”

You shook your head and at this point, Nazeera was just sliding in her seat in embarrassment as she drank the rest of her alcohol. Aaron had wrapped his arm around your shoulder and yawned softly. All of you were getting a bit tired, and Kenji was the only one who still had some energy in him. After throwing the ball for the second round, Kenji hit another strike, which made his score higher and beat everyone in the game.

“Oh good.” Aaron got up from his seat. “We can finally go home.”

You clapped your hands, laughing as you walked towards him. You lightly punched Kenji on the arm as he wrapped an arm around your neck and pulled you against him.

“Who are you calling a bitch now, huh?” Kenji said. “Not me.”

“Alright, alright.” You shrugged, slipping his arm away from you. “I mean… you still kinda are.”

“Hey, fuck you.” Kenji pointed his index finger at you as you rolled your eyes and chuckled.

“What did you just say to her?” Aaron suddenly appeared behind you.

You looked over your shoulder and saw the anger that was washing over Aaron. His eyes were giving Kenji a death glare

“Aaron, it’s fine.” You reassured him as you held onto his forearm.

“No, it’s not, love.” He gazed down at you before looking back at Kenji. “Don’t talk to her like that!”

Aaron took a step forward as you tried to stop him. “Aaron, no. It’s fine.”

“Hey, man.” Kenji held up his hands in the air. “We were just kidding.”

You could see the fear in Kenji’s eyes as Nazeera joined the three of you. She intertwined her fingers with his as she looked at Aaron with big eyes.

“Aaron, calm down.” Nazeera said. “He was just kidding.”

“It doesn’t matter if he was kidding,” Aaron looked at Nazeera before looking back at Kenji with his wild emerald eyes. “You don’t talk to her like that!”

You saw how Aaron really took this seriously as you set a palm on his chest. He was breathing heavily as you squeezed his forearm.

“Aaron, look at me.” You said, trying to calm him down but it was no use.

“I will rip your head off your body if you talk to her like that again.”

You looked over your shoulder and glanced at Nazeera, who was also holding Kenji back.

“Nazeera, get him out of here for a minute. I’ll see you outside.” You stated.

Just like that, Nazeera took Kenji’s hand and tugged on it. For a moment, Kenji was still staring at Aaron before he finally squeezed Nazeera’s hand and walked out with her. You let out a sigh as Aaron let go of you from his arms. You watched as he sat back down and shook his head. You could see the anger inside him slowly fading away as soon as Kenji was out of sight.

You stood in front of Aaron as he gazed up at you, his green eyes looked tired and crestfallen as he saw you staring at him. He got up from his seat and cupped your face in his hands.

“I’m sorry.” He murmured. “I’m sorry for making a scene.”

“It’s okay.” You slid your hands and gripped his wrists gently. “Aaron, that’s just how Kenji and I talk to each other. I know he didn’t mean it.”

“I just…” Aaron exhaled a sharp breath. “I hate seeing other people talk to you like that. They shouldn’t be talking to you like that, love.”

“I know but seriously, this is a normal thing about me and Kenji. We’re just comfortable.”

“Too comfortable.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close to you. He gave you a small soft smile, his nose grazing softly on yours. He let out a soft hum before pressing his lips on yours, kissing you so softly. You smiled through the kiss as you ran your fingers through his golden hair.

“C’mon. They’re waiting outside.” You murmured as you parted from the kiss.

Aaron threw his head back in frustration as you intertwined your fingers with his and dragged him out of the bowling place. In the parking lot, you found Nazeera and Kenji talking to each other by Kenji’s car. As soon as they saw the both of you, Kenji immediately crossed his arms in front of his chest, his brows all furrowed and he looked irritated. You glanced up at Aaron, giving him a look as he let out a sigh.

“I’m sorry.” Aaron said, his voice was cold.

“For?” Kenji raised his brows, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

“For telling you that I will rip your head out of your body.” Aaron’s grip on your waist tightened as you held in your chuckle.

Nazeera, on the other hand, couldn’t help but let out a snort as soon as Aaron said those words. You pursed your lips as you softly rubbed Aaron’s back, comforting him.

“Water under the bridge.” Kenji replied.

“Well,” Nazeera clapped her hands. “This was fun. We should do it again. Although, I don’t think we should drink next time.”

“I didn’t.” Aaron argued.

Nazeera tilted her head at him before shaking her head. She said her goodbye to you, pulling you into a hug and whispered, “Next time, it’s just going to be us girls.”

You laughed softly, nodding your head as you embraced her before giving Kenji a look and giving him a hug goodbye. As soon as Kenji and Nazeera drove off, Aaron turned you around to face him as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Let’s go home?” You asked.

“Why don’t we get ice cream first?” Aaron suggested.

“Hm… Ice cream sounds good. It will cool off that head of yours.” You teased, patting the back of his head.

Aaron chuckled softly, pulling you in for a kiss.

“Ice cream it is then.” He murmured, opening the passenger door for you.

The End.

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