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the hunter! ; tangerine x fem!reader (smut, 18+)

read pt. 1 here | read pt. 2 here | read pt. 3 here

Tangerine expected someone else - but he'll do just fine with you, too.

(Based on that one scene from the Kraven The Hunter trailer where he turns around in that chair with the loaded crossbow)

warnings: kids, this is dark; this is like the darkest version of tangerine my brain has cooked up thus far; he is a sociopath by source sooo: manipulation; dub-con/non-con, coercion, gun kink, anger issues, crying, blood, murder/injuries, daddy kink, masturbation, slight dumbification, name-calling, pet names, corruption kink, spit kink

SO I SAW THE KRAVEN THE HUNTER TRAILER AND I REALLY COULDNT HELP MYSELF

"You fucking asshole!", you scream at the top of your lungs, bursting through the large door of your husband's office. It slams back into the lock just as you come to a halt on the expensive fur carpet in the middle of the spacious room.

His chair is facing the wall, a lit cigarette slowly glimming away in the ashtray. It lights up your rage like a match to gasoline.

"I am fucking speaking to you, you fucking dickhead! Can't you keep your dirty-ass dick out of that disgusting bitch you call a secretary for one day?", you are fuming, heart racing as you stomp down with your left heel, throwing your expensive and ridiculously small purse at him, missing the chair by nearly a whole foot. It crashes into the massive painting hanging behind the desk, where it leaves a nasty cut before falling to ground uselessly.

Your husband does not react and that, oh that, that get's you going alright, makes your blood race through your veins so hard you can hear it in your ears.

"I am fucking speaking to you -- turn the fuck around you coward!", you yell, hands clutched to tight fists, your jewellery cutting into the flesh.

Slowly, comedically slowly even, the chair turns. The man sitting in it puts his feet up on the table, legs clad in an expensive navy pin-stripe as he crosses them. And that --

That is not your husband.

The man, sitting in a chair that clearly isn't his, in an office that surely doesn't belong to him, is lean and a lot more handsome than the man you so reluctantly married a few years ago. His face is expressionless, bland like piece of paper, except for the anger pooling around his eyes. He is wearing an expensive looking pin-stripe suit and his hair is neatly combed back, 70s porn stache trimmed just as carefully - the only thing that looks out of place is the blood splattered on his face like freckles, one large splatter on his left cheek.

He is also pointing a gun at you. An actual fucking gun.

"And who the fuck are you, Lady?", he says, casually, but a little irritated nonetheless.

You choke on your own tongue, backing up a little. This is not good. It has your fight or flight kicking in, muscles in your back and legs tensing up and brain going numb, fingers starting to tingle.

"Don't ya move an inch", he growls, his gun following your movement. You freeze. You wonder if he will actually shoot you. You wonder what he is doing here.

"I-, I--"

The man rolls his eyes at you - pretty, pretty eyes; blue like the sea - and huffs out an exasperated sigh.

"Fuckin' answer me." His tone sends shivers down your spine and, if you did not already do so by his gun, you now know for sure that he is not playing around.

"I-", you take a deep breath, voice shaking and thin, "I- I am Markov's wife?"

It comes out more like a question, than an answer, really. You hope it will do; you hope he is happy with what is the - for you, rather sad - truth.

Tangerine cocks an eyebrow, leans back in the leather chair, gun still pointing at you. "'S that so?"

"Y-yes", you gulp.

"Didn't know he had a wife", he mutters, more to himself, really.

Tangerine can feel how the wheels in his head start to turn - the intel didn't suggest a marriage. It genuinely surprises him - not only because people in this profession rarely have spouses - but also because the young lady in front of him is way too pretty. Angelic, even. Too good for a boastful, careless cockroach of a criminal like Markov is. And he wants her, wants to own her. Wants to take take take. He wonders just how quickly she will break.

You, in the meantime, sense an opening.

"W-what do you want? I can g-give you money", you hastily stumble over the words, anxiety crawling up your spine, "A-all of it!"

The man raises his eyebrows, snorts amused. "No, love, I don't need your money."

"A-anything, p-please - just, just", and the dam breaks, eyes tearing up as your eyes zero in on the gun, "Just please d-don't kill me."

Something in his eyes changes, a dark shadow dancing over his face, eyebrows shooting up in surprise and then he pulls back the hammer of his revolver with his thumb. Your knees buckle a little as you hear the bullet snapping in place.

"Care to say that again, eh?" - Anything for your life, really.

"P-please don't kill me", you nearly sob, voice small and quiet, and you are ready, willing to put it all in there, "Please, I am begging you, Mister. I- I don't know why you're here, this - this is one big misunderstanding, I don't know anything about my husband's business. J-just let me go, please."

He does not move. You don't want to die, you are young, you still have a life to live. Maybe you will finally file for divorce. Maybe you will buy a house in Europe. Maybe, maybe, maybe -- You don't want to die.

"Please."

Tangerine says nothing for a moment, then his lips tilt up. "Tell me, love, d'ya beg for him that prettily, too? Or 's that just f'me?"

You blink. "What?", you blurt out.

"Jus' lemme hear it again, sugar - sounded so sweet, that."

You do not know what game he is playing but you really aren't ready to die yet either, so you give in.

"Please", you beg, looking at him with big, teary eyes - the barrel of the revolver stares back, a small black hole of ultimate death -, "Please, let me live." His lips tilt up and you decide to make a move on it, catch him off-guard.

"I-I'd do anything, I give you whatever you want!", you are growing desperate now, your brain trying its hardest to come up with something that will safe your ass. And that, that has his eyebrows knotting together.

The man seems to mull it over for a short while, eyes you up and down. Your skin tingles with it, feels numb and like it is on fire at the same time. "Did ya just say Anything, love?"

"I-I did, y-yes", and your voice grows desperate, "I'd do anything - just don't kill me, please, what do you want, I'll do --"

You ramble on and Tangerine rolls his eyes at you, exhales annoyed.

"Fuckin' shut up", he growls and you do, chin quivering a little with the tears still pooling in the corners of your eyes. You blink them away, sniffling a little.

"Here's what we're gonna do, love", he smiles cooly, shows his teeth like a predator, eyes drilling into you, "We're gonna have a little fun. And once we're done, I'll let ya go. How does that sound? Agreed?"

You have a suspicion what fun means, both, painfully clear and enforced by the way his gaze wanders over your body and you gulp. You really don't have a choice now, do you?

So you can hear yourself say: "Y-yes."

"Yes --?", he lifts his gun a little, gestures with it, "C'mon be a good girl."

Your eyes widen. You are not stupid; you know what he most likely wants to hear - you have met men like him before your marriage - and despite it making your stomach tingle a little it also makes painfully clear what he is imagining as A little fun.

Your voice is small, fingers fumbling with the hem of your tweed blazer. "Y-yes, Daddy", shivers run down your spine as his eyes turn dark dark dark, gaze transfixed by you and then he barks out a mean laugh.

"Fuckin' hell", what?, "I wanted you to thank me, you dumb fuckin' thing, not be a complete 'n utter slut about it."

Shame burns on your cheeks and you scramble for words - anything to say, to excuse or justify yourself - as mortification swallows you whole, crawls up your spine and mingles with your fear, has your head swimming.

"What a poor lil' airhead ya are", he grins at you meanly, "But I like it, go 'head, keep callin' me that. Probably gets you all wet, dunnit?"

You shake your head wildly - "N-no" - bottom lip quivering a little and he knows you are lying.

And Tangerine starts to grow bored. He has been feeling quite bored for a good while - since he blew Markov's lights out to be exact. He wishes he had not done it so soon, would have rather tied him up and let him watch how he has his way with his wife. Tangerine sighs, puffs his cheeks and let’s go off a breath dramatically, looks you straight in the eye.

"Alright, listen. I just don't have all day, so ya better get going, before I pop ya too", he waves his revolver at you, "Get undressed. 'n do it slowly."

You nod - I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I don't want to die - fingers brush over the first button of your blazer, as he interrupts you: "Ah ah ah, what d'ya say?"

Your eyelids flutter and your knees feel like giving in. "Y-yes, Daddy."

Tangerine hums deep in his throat. "Atta girl - now keep going."

With shaking hands, cold sweat pooling between your fingers, you start to slowly unbutton the first few buttons of your costume's blazer. It's a Chanel tweed set, since you had just been out with some friends for lunch, before one of them told you about what had she'd seen yesterday. Part of you wishes you had never left the restaurant, just shrugged it off and ordered another drink instead. You don't even know why you fight for this marriage - you never really spoke to him; he never touched you or even really looked at you - not that you minded that much. But it's losing your status, the money he brings in, that you'd miss and thus, you had grown a nice pair of manicured claws over time.

See where that got you.

Your blazer falls to the ground with a thud and Tangerine licks his lips. And that is when another part of you, very quietly at the back of your mind, is a little glad you came here. It's in his eyes mostly, a strange and unknown hunger, like an animal gone wild. And it ignites something in you, shoots pleasure straight down your loins and has your breath hitching.

No one, no one has ever looked at you like that, like he is close to dashing over the desk and swallowing you whole, eating you up and ripping you apart with razor-sharp teeth.

Your blouse follows next, as you pop open the first few buttons, pulling the thin fabric out of your short tweed skirt. It flows to the ground shortly after, leaves you in your bra, skirt, and heels. Tangerine does not give you as much as a few seconds to accommodate to being partially exposed to him, his eyes gleaming dangerously.

"Skirt's next, darlin'."

You inhale audibly through your lips and Tangerine chuckles quietly at that as you unhook the clasp on your skirt, slooowly pulling down the zipper at the side. You feel ridiculous, like a very bad caricature of a housewife stripping for her husband. It's nothing like you imagined it to be, fingers buried deep inside of you, imagining your husband to be someone else, someone prettier, someone who valued you - someone who you'd love to get dirty for. You don't feel sexy or tempting - but to him you certainly do look the part, the way your body quivers and shakes, all shy by avoiding his gaze.

The expensive tweed falls to the floor and you step out of the fabric of your clothing, pooling around your feet. You gulp, carefully looking up at him. You wonder if he likes what he sees, if it's enough for him to spare your life, to --

Tangerine's heart skips a beat, a sharp noise erupting in his ears. The lingerie you are wearing, a stunning pale-pink lace set, hugs your curves nicely and leaves nothing to the imagination - with the way your nipples poke through the bra, the string cupping your cunt, dipping a little into the cleft of your folds.

He can also see the damp patch on your lacey string and it makes his dick rock-hard, pressing against his slacks. He lifts an eyebrow, as he looks at you. "Who would've thought", and you blush, swallowing, "He married a common whore."

The humiliation burns on your cheeks, turns them red and your mouth goes dry, but there's also fresh wetness pooling between your legs at his words. Oh, you are fucked.

He reads you like an opened book, watches you shifting uncomfortably. "Say it", he whispers softly.

You swallow, licking your lips, before replying quietly: "I am a common whore - Daddy."

"That you are, darlin', aren't ya", Tangerine grins, "Get that bra off, show me what ya got."

You reach back and unclasp the soft lace, pulling the strings over your shoulders and down your arms, carelessly throwing the fabric to the side. Tangerine tilts his head a little, his eyes assessing your tits. He seems satisfied, waves his revolver at you.

"Touch yourself, I wanna see those pretty tits movin'", swallowing, your hands come up, damp with cold sweat and cup your tits, bouncing and squeezing them a little, pressing them together. You do not dare looking at him, gaze focussed on the desk instead, hands brushing over your breasts.

You just started rolling your left nipple between your index finger and thumb, gasping quietly, the slight pain and pleasure running straight between your legs as he suddenly moves. You flinch, arms immediately clutching around your exposed chest while he gets up, deliberately strolls over to you.

Maybe he is not satisfied, he surely isn't, it must've been too little, not enough he's gonna kill you, kill you, kill you --

"Such perfect fuckin' tits", he weighs his revolver in his hands, the metal of it clinking against his rings, and closes in on you. "Have ya been touched often?", the barrel of the gun hooks underneath your chin and your lift your head with it obediently, looking up at him. Adrenaline pumps through your veins, your eyes big and teary again. You don't think he's one to slip on the trigger but it still has anxiety crawling up your spine - don't kill me, don't kill me, don't kill me --

"Answer me, ya stupid twat."

You just wish he would take that fucking gun away from your face.

"N-no", you answer truthfully. The last time you had sex was literal ages ago, in your time at Harvard. Since your parents had married you off you haven't been touched by another fucking human being, assured so by the constant observation of your husband's men. He was allowed to cheat, but God forbid you had some fun. So, you had retreated to fucking yourself, lacking any physical contact, making every single time you masturbated feel shallow and incomplete. Tangerine watches the way your face changes as you reminisce.

"Oh, ya poor thing", he coos, his hand coming up to cup your cheek and you look up at him, "Bet that felt horrible, didn't it?"

And you nod, his thumb caressing your cheek and you get a first good look at him. He is really pretty. The blood looks good on him, bright red in a glooming contrast to his blue eyes. Your head swims with it a little. "How did that make ya feel, eh?"

"Lonely", you croak, before you can stop yourself, a few tears running down your cheeks, pooling between his fingers and rings.

He hums in his throat. "Bet it did", something dances across his eyes, "D'ya want someone to take care of ya? D'ya want to stop feeling so bloody lonely all the time?"

The truth behind his words runs you over like a freight train, barely leaves you wondering with how he got that about you so fast, brain erupting in a static noise.

You do. You feel lonely, locked up in a golden cage of money and bodyguards, with no one opening its door to spend some time with the little bird inside.

"Y-yeah", you whisper, blinking away the tears.

"Wanna know something, love?", and you nod, carefully, not to spook him into shooting, "I could be that person. How's that sound, eh? I could keep ya safe -"

Tangerine's hand leaves your cheek and touches your waist instead, a feather-light touch that has goosebumps spreading all over your body.

"I could touch ya -", his hand sprawls over your lower back, "'N keep you happy, get ya lots'n lots of pretty, sparkly things."

Your breath hitches, brain slowly growing mushy because - because, despite the gun underneath your chin, that does sound heavenly. It sounds easy. Painless. Better. A little exciting even.

"C'mon, how's that sound?", he coos, hand running over your back, to your side again, thumb toying with the hem of your string.

"Sounds so good, Daddy", you sigh, images of a new life, a different life flashing by.

"Mh, I know it does. I could take you with me, make ya mine. You'd love that, wouldn't ya?", his fingers dance over your abdomen, dipping lower and between your legs. His thumb presses down on the damp patch, rubs over your clit, his bracelet rustling.

And it is like your brain has completely given up, surrendering yourself to this very handsome man. But you just can't since - "I-I am married", you croak, a little helplessly, like you don't quite know what to make out of that either.

He does, anger flickering behind his eyes like someone pulled a lighter out and ignited his gaze.

Tangerine growls, the barrel of his revolver pressing against your temple roughly, thumb rubbing smaller circles over your clit through your dampened string, "You belong to me now, d'ya understand? There's nothing he can do about it, y'hear me?"

"Y-yes Daddy, I do", you whine, eyelids fluttering and small tears running down your cheeks.

"Oh, stop fuckin' crying - I can feel how wet ya little cunt's gotten, fuckin' slut", and you blink up at him, a small gasp escaping your mouth as your gazes meet through teary eyes.

You just look so fucking hot to him. Adrenaline from his kill still pumps through his veins and it makes him so so mad, his ears ringing. He feels like he is about to fucking burst and your tears only spurr him on, making something in his stomach growl, stretching its claws out.

Tangerine is too far gone already, everything tinted red red red and he just wants to lash at you, bury his teeth in your throat and end your life like that, bury his dick deep inside of you and feel you twitch around him while blood spurts from your open wound, flows from your mouth. He wants.

But you are also so very very pretty to him, tears running down your cheeks, lips plush and quivering a little and nipples hard like glass, testing his patience with the way they poke out at him.

"Or actually, don't", his lips curl up into a cold smile, "I like to see you cry, hm? Y'real pretty like this."

And you sob heavily, his words making your head swim. Pretty pretty pretty - when was the last time someone called you pretty?

"Oh, darlin'", Tangerine whispers, gun grazing your temple, thumb rubbing small and hard circles on your clit, "Don't be hurt by Daddy, hm? I don't mean to hurt ya, now do I?"

"N-no", you shake your head a little, "Di-didn't hurt m-me."

"Mhm, you are such a good girl, aren't ya? Never hurt by your new Daddy, eh?"

You shake your head again but this time, his face grows stern. "Ah ah ah, words, love. Use your words."

"N-no, y-you could never hurt me."

"Yeah, I couldn't, how could I? I can say anything to you, call you whatever I like and you would never be hurt, would ya?"

And you do not want him to be angry, do not want him to think that he could hurt you - so that he doesn't accidentally slip and does just that - and you notice that fresh tears stream down your cheeks.

"I-I wouldn't, no", you blink away the tears and Tangerine smiles at you.

"That's right. I can call you whatever I like", his thumb speeds up and you moan sweetly, "What d'ya think? Doesn't slut fit you well?"

He says it with such adoration that you cannot help but sigh, nodding. "Y-yeah, it does", you reply quietly, ready to wear it with pride.

"Alright then, slut - take that sorry excuse of a panty off."

You follow his command, shaking fingers hooking underneath the hem of your string, pulling it down slowly.

"Faster, you dumb fuckin' slut."

"Uh-huh", you mumble, nodding, and hastily shoving your string down your legs until it falls down and pools at your feet - a pretty pink on a bright fur carpet. Now, with being fully naked, you feel incredibly vulnerable.

You still wonder if he really won't hurt you. You decide that if you stick by rules, he most likely won't.

Tangerine slowly walks around you, like a predator surrounding its prey, then comes to a halt behind you. The barrel of his revolver presses against the nape of your neck and then glides over your body - down down down - cold metal against warm skin, and then he reaches around your waist. The gun grazes your abdomen and slips between your legs, barrel running cooly through your folds. And you can't hold back the moan crawling up your throat, parting your lips, has you inhaling sharply.

"Yeah, that's more like it, innit?", he rubs the cold metal along your folds, "I can fuckin' smell how wet your cunt is."

And you can hear it, too - the way your pussy squelches obscenely around the barrel, wetness dripping down your thighs. Your knees buckle as the metal rubs along your clit, has you moaning shyly.

Tangerine wraps one arm around you, holds you upright with your back pressed flush against his chest and your heartbeat starts to pick up as you feel his hard dick pressing against your ass, hotly through his slacks.

"Lift your leg, love", he whispers, moustache brushing over the shell of your ear and you comply like you are a fucking robot, and his large hand wraps around the back of your knee, holds your leg up. You mewl as the gun wanders further, barrel brushing against your hole and then dips in with barely any effort, so so slick by your juices and your breath hitches, whole body trembling as the cold metal enters you.

"O-oh", you gasp dumbly, your body sacking back against him. The barrel isn't too big, barely larger than a finger, and rather short but it still feels - good? Tangerine starts to fuck you with it slowly, moves the gun in and out of you and your head swims with the thought, that he could just pull the trigger and blow your lights out, could leave you here bleeding to death.

Your legs start to shake, anxiety and lust mingling dangerously, and in a desperate attempt for any leverage your hand shoots up, reaches back and finds the back of his neck, clutches onto it, fists the pristine white banker's collar of his shirt.

"Yeah, that feels fuckin' good, dunnit?"

"Uh-huh", you breathe, the cold metal pumping in and out of you has lust pooling your stomach and you look down to where his tattooed arm wraps around your waist, where the black sparrow and the golden bracelet vanish along your pussy - watching the way you can see the grip and trigger moving against your folds.

You should be scared, afraid of him and afraid of the gun fucking into you - but you just aren't. Lust washes over your brain, makes everything go just a little hazy, wraps you in cotton candy - hot and syrupy, sweet.

"My god - shit", you breathe, your cunt aching to be touched and you wish for the barrel to just be a bit longer, able to fuck you properly, reach the parts only his cock could - the one that's pressing against your ass hotly, pulsing through his slacks. Instead, you roll your hips once, best you can with his iron grip on your thigh, meeting the thrusts of his gun.

It has you whining, the way the cold metal presses against your hot and slick skin, throwing your head back, resting on his shoulder. Tangerine moves in, like a hungry animal, lips and stache brushing over your exposed shoulder, tickling the naked skin while his eyes wander down your body - taking in your desperate thrusts, bouncing tits and hard nipples. You are fucking hot, maybe the hottest thing he has seen in a while, hotter than the tarts he fucks sometimes.

You seem clean - innocent and virginal and it nearly makes him bust a nut thinking about you: on all fours crawling towards him, sucking his cock until your throat bruises and you are a crying mess, tied to the bedposts taking him like a good fucking personal sex doll would. He groans against your skin, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your leg.

The sound has you vibrating. It leaves you wanting, wanting to feel more, to feel full; to hear more of him, more of where that came from. You can't hold yourself back. "D-daddy", you moan, the feeling of his hard dick pressing against you and the warmth that his firm chest radiates leaving you a little dizzy, "N-need your cock."

Tangerine chuckles against your shoulders. "Oh, now you're wantin' something, eh? What about me, love? What about our little deal?"

"'S for y-you, too", you whine helplessly.

"Oh no no no", he sounds genuinely amused, presses the gun snugly against your aching cunt and your legs tremble, "Don't ya try to get me all soft 'n shit, hm? You'll lose, love, you'll lose."

His tongue darts out, licks a fat stripe over your neck, testing your sweat mingling with your expensive perfume. It takes all his willpower not bury his teeth into your soft flesh until he draws blood and life fades from your eyes.

"N-need m-more", you gasp, hole clenching around the short barrel, cunt needy and aching and squirting against his fingers and the gun in anticipation.

"Well, then -- Why don't ya show me how you got yourself off all those years, hm? Show me how to work that sweet cunt of yours", his lips brush over the nape of your neck and your knees buckle at the soft touch, "Show Daddy how to do it."

Tangerine pulls the gun out of you and you gasp, eyelids fluttering, hole clenching around nothing at the loss, wanting the friction back and he slowly puts your leg back down. His hand brushes up your thigh and waist, rests on your shoulder, presses down a little. And you turn to puddy in his hands, knees giving in and you sink down, landing on your knees with a soft thud.

The fur feels soft around your knees and you lay your head back obediently, looking up at him through hazy eyes. You can see him swallowing, licking his lips. His revolver drips with your juices.

His hand grabs your chin, slight pressure on your throat and then he moves in, rubs his crotch over the back of your head. You can feel his hard, big dick against your skull and you can't help your mind from wandering there, wondering how might he taste.

"Feel that? That's what ya fuckin' slutty behaviour does t'Daddy", he bows down, grins at you and then, without warning, spits.

You flinch as his saliva hits your face, lands across your forehead and you cheeks. His thumb spreads it out, rubs it into your skin and you moan, humiliation pooling in your stomach and shooting down between your legs.

Tangerine chuckles, straightens back up and the hand leaves your face, your throat. "Spread ya legs, I wanna see what's gonna be mine."

You comply, sitting down on your ass and planting your feet in front of you, heels digging into the soft fur. He strolls around you, makes is way back to the desk.

"'N you fuckin' whore better put on a fuckin' good show for me, too", he growls, "It's what ya want, innit? Be a good girl f'me?"

It kind of is. The part of your brain that just doesn't want to die is oddly silent. There is something else, something that buries its claws deep deep in your mind and tears and tears and tears until everything is a little mushy and your brain complies - good girl good girl good girl.

Tangerine leans against the table, crosses his feet and places his hands on the edges, gun dangling from his slender fingers. "C'mon love, ya better don't wanna keep me waiting."

You look down at yourself and a surprised gasp leaves you mouth - you are incredibly wet, thighs sticky with your own juices. You run your fingers through your folds in awe, feeling your own slick, and you moan as you brush by your clit. You need more, body and cunt aching for it and your index finger starts to rub over your clit.

Squelching sounds erupt between your legs and you mewl at the sensation, your cunt so responsive, hole fluttering and your free hand darts out, grabs the fur beneath you.

"Such a pretty fuckin' cunt ya got", and your gaze darts up at him, stomach doing a funny little flip as your eyes meet his, breath hitching in your throat.

Tangerine licks his lips, gestures with his gun. "Rub faster, I wanna hear more of ya sweet moans, slut."

You comply immediately, rubbing your clit faster and you do moan for him, gasping with the pleasure shooting through your body, igniting your nerves. You throw your head back, not waiting for his next instruction, adding a second finger, rubbing large and quick circles around your clit, hips bucking and rolling against them, heightening the sensation.

Arching your back you moan and gasp, lust swallowing you whole and taking over your brain - eradicating anything and everything despite the need to feel more more more.

"C'mon, I know you wan'it, push one in and finger yourself", and your other hand flies to your wanton pussy; index finger briefly, impatiently circling your hole before eagerly dipping in, burying itself deep in one quick thrust. You hiss, quickly exchanged by a sweet gasp as you bottom your finger out.

You start to move it in and out of you, rubbing it along your walls and you can't help but sink onto your back, mewling as it enters you deeper, slips back in more easily. You feel so so dirty, naked in nothing but your jewellery and heels with his spit across your face, but you have never felt better either.

"O-one more, please", you beg, "Please, let me have one more."

Don't you just beg so prettily? He wonders if you will beg like that when he will shove a plug up your ass and fuck your throat, stuffing your cunt with a vibrator. He wonders if you will ask for another one to fuck your ass.

Oh, he will ruin you alright. "Since you ask so nicely", he coos, "Go ahead, slut. Whatever ya need."

Pushing a second finger in, the circles you rub on your clit become smaller and faster. You moan in rhythm with your fingers thrusting into you, curling them a little. Your legs go a little limp, knees darting away from each other, giving him an even better view of your assault on your pussy, the way your slick spreads up to your thighs. Your cunt gushes around your fingers as you force them in deeper, squirts against your hand.

Tangerine watches you coming apart smugly, weighs his revolver in his hands. Who would've thought a simple gun was enough to get you to buckle, give in and surrender yourself to him?

You are his now, he will never let you got. He will keep you and train you and make you needy and dumb for no one else but him.

The thought nearly makes his chest burst with the power trip it sends him on, and he spreads his legs a little, feels his hard cock pressing against his slacks. He can't fucking wait to get in that sweet sweet cunt of yours - show you how a real man fucks his wife, fucks what belongs to him. Tangerine can see, even from where he is standing, that you are fucking tight - the way your hole stretches around your delicate fingers has him licking his lips.

He can't fucking wait to claim you.

"Yeah, I can see he never fucked you properly", Tangerine rasps, shakes his head in silent disapproval as you mewl, arching your back, "I'd take care of you, y'know? Y'want that, don't ya?"

You nod nod nod, moaning as your fingers brush over your walls, stretching you out as you scissor yourself open - thinking about how good his huge fucking dick would feel inside of you instead - your hole fluttering around your digits.

"Bet ya do, lil' slut. Daddy's gonna take real good care of ya, ya'd never ever have to think again. Jus' lemme do the thinking."

"Shit, please, yes", you moan, rocking down on your fingers, pushing a third one in. You are so so full, juices squelching around your hole and wetting your hand and the fur underneath you but it's not enough. You start to pump the in and out of you quicker, deep thrusts hitting the spot inside of you just right.

"Yeah, I'd tell you exactly what to do", Tangerine hums, "I'd be coming home and tell my little slut to bend over the fuckin' kitchen table, stuff her tight 'n needy holes, 'n what would she say?"

"I-I'd thank y-you", you nearly cry out, your whole body feeling light and shuddering at the thought.

"Mhm, atta girl - and if I put ya pretty throat on a leash? Drag ya through the house and stuff ya full of toys? What would ya say to Daddy?"

"T-thank you, Daddy", you huff, chest heaving with your rapidly approaching orgasm, legs tensing up and toes curling.

"And what would ya say when I let ya cum, slut?"

"Thank you!", you sob, the two fingers on your clit rubbing mercilessly, your other hand fucking you hard and fast.

"That's a good girl. Lemme hear it then, cum you fuckin' whore."

Your orgasm hits you like a fucking train, your cunt pushing your fingers out as you convulse around them - a high pitched chant Thank you thank you thank you falling from your lips. Your arms fall to the side uselessly as you ride your orgasm out, wave after wave of warm squirt wetting the fur, as you moan and roll your hips, leaving you breathless.

Your eyes flutter open as you hear footsteps, see him approaching. He is still holding his revolver, the outline of where his large cock is pressing angrily against his expensive trousers.

"Too sad your husband couldn't just see that, eh?", there is genuine joy marking Tangerine's features, making his bright eyes gleam.

Oh shit - that reminds you of something.

"W-where is he?", you croak, legs still shaking with your recent orgasm, body sinking into the fur.

"Oh, love", he seems to smile at you, but his eyes don't join in on his lips tilting up, "He's right 'ere, ain't he?"

He points his revolver away from you, to the side and your eyes warily follow the movement. There is nothing there except the locked closet and --

And a dark pool of something on the ground, a trail of it slooowly creeping your way over the polished floor boards. It looks like-

You stretch your arm out, fingers darting out and the index finger dipping into the liquid. It's still warm and sticky.

And red. It does not take a genius to get what it is.

Tangerine licks his lips as he watches you, how realization creeps in, changes your facial expression. You look horrified and his dick twitches at the sight.

He closes in on you, bows down over your exposed body and grabs your hand roughly, pulls it in. "Would'ya mind cleaning that up f'me, love?", and your eyelids flutter and you do, like you are on autopilot, licking your dead husband's blood from your finger.

"Mhm", Tangerine hums and you gag a little around the metallic taste, which makes his face light up. He pulls his finger from your mouth, unbuckles his belt instead. "I think, I really might just keep ya."

"Y-you said you'd let me go", you gasp as his hand dips between your legs.

"Well, love - change of plans, innit?"

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𝐥𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞

Paring: dark!biker!Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Warnings: graphic andexplicit content, unprotected sex 18+ only MDNI, noncon, dubcon, oral (male receiving), degradation, dumbification, forced orgasms, loss of virginity, corruption kink, Bucky is obsessive, condescending, and manipulative

Summary: Bucky makes sure to show you who you should trust after moving alone to a big city.

Word Count: 2.8k

Authors Note: this is an unproofread shit show lol

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Never feeling connected to your surroundings, you have become accustomed to spending nearly every second of your free time alone. Finally taking the plunge to move, you now find yourself still alone but now frightened in an apartment in Brooklyn, New York. Maybe they were right. Maybe you would never be able to push yourself and go outside your comfort zone to accomplish the things you have always desired.

The doubts weigh down on your already detached aura. The constant formulation of reasons to continue your pessimistic tendencies starts to become unbearable. Sick of the endless battle going on within your mind, you give yourself twenty minutes to get off the couch, tidy up the mess of books and papers chaotically sprawled around your apartment, and attempt to look somewhat presentable.

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bathroom b!tch; tangerine/fem!reader (smut; 18+)

part two | part three | part four

playlist: train quickie with tangerine

Tangerine meets you in one of the bathrooms on the bullet train. He just wants to clean up after his tussle with Ladybug and get rid of the blood, but he could use you to blow off some steam as well. You know: he has to take it if he sees it.

word count: 5,9k

warnings: mirror sex, bathroom sex, semi public, fingering, oral (female receiving), blood (it's tangerine's), squirting, dry humping, rather rough sex, unprotected sex, light choking, confined spaces, dirty talk, name calling, kinda a quickie?, tangerine's a little rude but surprisingly gentle too idk he's just like that, he just needs to fuck the adrenaline outta himself, i have very strong feelings about this angry man

title is from the song of the same name, bathroom bitch by holychild

also thank you v for a) helping me out with Japanese and b) by telling me what being a passenger on a bullet train feels like

You knew it was a bad idea.

Starring at yourself in the impressively clean mirror of the small bathroom, you try your best to hold back any fresh tears.

You knew that a long-distance relationship wouldn't work. You fucking knew it and yet you accepted your fiancés pleas to Just try it. Maybe, it indeed would've worked out if he wasn't fucking his bloody secretary.

You regret leaving London. You miss your home.

You're not even that heartbroken, you just feel exhausted, like you wasted an awful lot of time.

You take a long, good look at yourself. Bloodshot eyes and a sad hue resting over your pupils, turning the colour dark and deep. The dress, that you bought for your anniversary brunch – a surprise, quite as much as the one he gave you, when you walked in on him, balls deep in his secretary – now looks oddly strange, out of place on you. You feel overdressed and ashamed, foolish.

But there’s something else, too: the loneliness that followed suite after your screaming, after fighting with him - after breaking up with him. It's been there since you boarded the train to Nagoya but now it rolls over you like a wave of-

Thump, thump.

"What the fuck", you mutter, taking a ragged breath, before yelling out, "Occupied!"

You just want to be left at fucking peace, not being watched by other passengers as you're bawling your eyes out. All you want is to get off that train and burn some of that fucker’s money on a spontaneous vacation. All you want is for the remaining days in Japan to be good ones.

Another sharp knock follows. This one rattles the door.

It takes a moment for you to scramble for the right words, the ones you have picked up when visiting your fiancé before. "Shiyouchu!"

Another knock. And another.

Motherfucker.

You clench your teeth - saying goodbye to the precious moments of crying in silence for the year you've lost to the most useless relationship of all fucking mankind - and wipe away the wetness below your eyes to open the door. "I said-"

Oh.

Oh shit.

There's a very handsome man waiting outside the door. He is towering over you, impatience plastered on his face and seeping through his every movement, with the way he's leaning against the door frame.

He's hot.

Also, he's dripping in blood.

His light blue shirt, once crisp and clean, is now disshelved and just as stained as his expensive looking dark-blue vest.

"Jesus, fuck, are you alright?", you blurt out.

The man's raising an eyebrow. "Could be asking you the same, love. Now, would you please get the fuck outta there."

He's moving towards you, closing in the last few inches separating the two of you. Your gaze is focused on the nasty cut on his arm.

"You're bleeding", you say dumbly.

His eyes shoot up at you and for a split-second you feel like you are face to face with a predator. The anxiety, that the blood and his rude behaviour sparked in your chest, sends adrenaline pumping through your veins and has the muscles your legs preparing for fight or flight. He blinks.

"I know", he says and his lips curl up to something, that you're convinced is supposed to be a smile, "Now, if ya'd be so kind?"

He gestures behind you, towards the empty bathroom.

"No?", you say, voice shooting up a little, which immediately has him cautiously throwing a glance down the hall to his right, "No, I won't! You need help, how the fuck -- what the fuck happened?"

"You're starting to really get on my fuckin’ tits, pretty thing. Would y'just let me the fuck inside?", he growls, tilting his head towards you. His tone has the hairs on your arms rising, as he is starring you into the ground.

You back up, colliding unpleasantly with the doorframe, that nearly drills itself into your left shoulder.

"Thank you, Lady", he's squeezing past you and then turns around again, giving you a quick one-over. You are unable to move, mesmerized by the way he's looking at you.

The corners of his mouth tilt up again and one of his hands, a little sticky and red with his own blood, comes up to his face, straightening his moustache, as his gaze runs over your body once more. You should leave, you should run - clearly, something is awfully and so not right but you just can't, being glued to the spot by his eyes.

It shouldn't make your loins grow hot, but you can't help it. You feel your belly tingle, shooting sparks down down down between your legs. He is very attractive and the aura of pure fucking danger that wafts around him doesn’t do what it normally should do – instead, it pulls you in. Oh, aren’t you just fucked.

"What were y'saying about help, again?", the man murmurs, gaze locking with yours.

"Uuuh", it's a very stupid sound you make and his eyes spark up at that, lips giving room to flash some teeth, "I-I just said you look like you might need some help?"

"Well, maybe I do."

He licks his lower lip and you blink, gaze following the movement.

This is very stupid. This is risky, dangerous, and most likely something you are going to regret.

It's not only the situation, it's him, too. He seems dangerous. It's not only the blood, mind you. It’s the way he moves, how his eyes dart through the room, over your body. It’s the aggression in his voice that he’s trying to hide, cover up but ultimately fails, something that seeps through every pore of him.

But he's also just ridiculously hot, walking with his crotch first, heavy northern British accent swirling the words around his tongue and, fuck, it's mostly the way he's looking at you.

And you're just so fucking full of anger and grief and your life feels strangely directed and determined by your shitty-ass fiancé and there's so much rage and sadness -

You take a step into the bathroom and the door slides shut behind you.

"Good", he hums, "Because you do look, like you could also use some help."

The door locks behind you and take another step forward, approaching him. "You have no fucking idea", revenge sex is a very stupid concept but now, it seems very tempting. It's exciting and makes you feel oddly alive.

"Did'ya get dumped?", and you don't know why you trust him with that information but you can hear yourself say: "Cheated on. Fiancé of twelve months." There is a hand sneaking around your waist, pulling you in closer. You can smell him now, the blood on his skin and clothes, the heavy scent of his perfume – it’s warm and thick, vanilla and fruit, like an orange grove.

"Allow me the comment - that's one bloody stupid bastard."

You look up at him and blink. That man's insanely pretty and you swallow as he pulls you in even closer, your hand connecting with his chest. It is firm and warm and your fingers get a little sticky with the fresh blood on his shirt. They splay out, feeling the firm muscle flex beneath the expensive fabric.

"How much time d'we have, sugar?", he hums, runs his thumb across your lower lip.

"I have to get off in Nagoya."

"Gonna get you off alright now, sweetie", you roll your eyes at that and he chuckles, "Bit more than half'n hour I'd say. Think we can manage that?"

You nod while biting your lip, adrenaline thick and heavy in your veins, pumping your blood down south and making you wet wet wet, and he laughs at that, runs his tongue along his bright, bright teeth.

It's sheer excitement that has your belly tingle and you lock your eyes with his, the darkening blueish green pulling you in and then he leans down, locks his lips with yours.

They are soft and warm and his moustache tingles a little. You hum against his lips, one hand fisting his vest as the other sneaks up his muscular arm, runs over and through the blood, up up up next to the cut and comes a halt on his neck. The hand on your waist holds you close, fingers spread out delicately as he starts to feel you up.

His tongue darts out and licks over your lips and you gladly give him more room, parting your lips slightly. He's pushing in, licking into your mouth. You hum deep in your throat, pressing against him, tasting the cigarette smoke on his lips.

You can feel the bulge in his pants, his dick pressing hotly against your lower belly. It ignites your loins, pleasure shooting through your abdomen.

You moan into his mouth and he responds by pushing you back, heaving you up the small sink, deepening the kiss. Your back presses against the mirror as you clutch onto him, hand running up his neck and into his hair, slick with product and a little sticky with sweat. Your knees hit his hipbones and the man starts to roll his hips into yours, having his hard dick rubbing against your crotch and your eyelids flutter with the feeling. He's rock-hard and so so hot through his dress pants and you can't fucking wait to get to it.

He eventually breaks the kiss, breath ragged as his eyes roam over your face, hands feeling your thighs up. You decide that you need more of him and thus, your free hand roams over his chest, fingers making quick work of his vest. As soon as you pop the last button, he hastily tears it off of himself, throws it to the ground where it lands with a quiet thud.

"C'mon sweetheart, I know you clammin' to touch me", he says, voice deep and raspy and you do - like you're on fucking autopilot. Your hands dart out, roaming over his defined chest. He feels nice and firm and makes you want him more, want to feel all of him, all at once.

He hums quietly, as you open a few buttons of his shirt and run your hands over the sweaty, warm skin, through the dust of fine chest hair, making his chain rustle. He feels nice and it makes you want him.

The man looks up from your hands and you don't know what has come over you as your hand glides up further, cupping his neck, thumb on his jawline. "Fuck me", you breathe, "Fuck me 'til I can't walk."

He grins and leans in even closer, his clothed and hard dick pressing against your wet panties, as he's kissing a wet trail from your jaw to your ear. "Who would've thought - such a naugh'y lil'mouth on such a pretty woman."

You hook one leg around his waist, tugging lightly at the hair that's curling in his neck as he starts to suck on your neck. The slight pain ignites your lust, has arousal blooming and wetness pooling between your legs. You want to tell him to stop, before he marks you up for good as --

"Name's Tangerine", he suddenly rasps, as his tongue rubs over the spot he has been sucking on and you're pretty damn sure that he just gave you a hickey.

"Like the-"

"The fucking fruit, yeah. 'M gonna burst you more like something of a cherry, though", he rumbles, quietly laughing to himself with his fingers digging into your hips.

Your breath hitches in your throat as he presses himself flush against you - all firm muscles, perfume, and hot skin - tongue licking over your throat like the hot blade of a knife, dancing over your jaw.

It's most likely not his real name and that should really, really alert you. But it doesn't - instead you surrender yourself to him, letting your head fall back and parting your legs, inviting him in.

And the man -Tangerine - follows suite and shoves your dress up up up, runs his hands over your now exposed thighs. You lean forward a little, until your lips brush over his. "Name's Y/N", you whisper and his eyes glint a little at that, "Pleasure to meet you."

"Oh, you gon' be a fun one", he grins and you do too, before leaning in and kissing him again. He is less gentle now, keen on getting you hot, his kisses turn sloppy quickly, biting your lower lip and licking into your mouth until you lack air. The thumbs on your legs dive in deeper, until they connect with your crotch. And then, one of them gently runs over your soaked panties.

Tangerine breaks the kiss, wet lips brushing over the corner of your mouth, only to inhale sharply - keeps his cheeks puffed theatrically for a short moment, then exhales just as sharply, eyeing you up and down. "Jesus Christ, that pussy of yours s'fucking wet, innit?", he rumbles and two of his fingers run over the wet fabric once more, slowly starting to rub your clit.

You gasp, hips bucking a little and you watch the way his hand vanishes under the hem of your dress. "Fuck", you moan quietly as he quickly finds the spot that makes your thighs clench. He rubs you through your panties, soft lace turning wet wet wet and dampening his skin. Your mouth falls agape seeing his wrist twitching between your legs and the way he's looking down at it, a little mesmerized, makes your head swim. Then, he stops.

"Yeah, let's get those off", he mutters, more to himself than to you and then he's tugging at the straps of your panties, riiips the lace and tears them apart. "Oh-", you gasp unintelligently as he carelessly drops them to the ground and you really don't fucking mind at all.

It's the first time in a long time that you feel wanted, like someone's actually hungry, greedy for you. And it turns you on. A lot. It is like Tangerine has flipped a switch and you want him just as much as he seems to want you. And you want it now.

You blink at him through your lashes. "You gonna touch me now?"

"Easy, love", he chuckles, genuinely amused and then his fingers are slooowly creeping back over your legs, until his index finger finally touches your exposed cunt. The touch is cold, but not unpleasant and you suck in a sharp breath, one that hitches in your throat.

He watches you, as he runs it over your pussy, quickly joined by a second, digits running up and down, spreading your slick. You hum, pleasure building up in your abdomen and then, finally, his fingers return to your clit.

Slow, wide circles spread your lips apart, making you moan and throwing your head back in pleasure. His bracelet clinks as he quickly picks up a faster rhythm, keen on seeing you coming loose, circles growing smaller.

"Oh shit, yes that's fucking it", you can feel arousal building in your stomach, shooting through your body. Tangerine laughs under his breath and his lips are onto you again, licking and sucking over your straightened neck. You don't give a fuck anymore, the slight pain of him bruising your skin makes your hips buck and rolling against his digits.

"Such a good girl, ain't ya?, he groans against your neck and it sends shivers down your spine as you're moaning and gasping, nodding frantically.

Your body feels like it has been ignited, with the way his fingers rub your clit, teasing your pussy and then there's one finger circling your hole and fuck, you really fucking need it. You spread your legs farther and Tangerine puuushes in, sinks one rather cold finger in your hole, your hot hot skin meeting the cold gold of his ring.

Tangerine starts to fuck you slowly, finger pushing in and out of you, until you're loose enough to take a second one. His rings thrust against your hole every time he pushes them back inside and the sensation has you whining, his lips still glued to your neck, occasionally moving down down down to you cleavage, licking fat stripes over your warm, sweaty skin.

A flood of very good, very dangerous emotions has one of your hands abandoning the sink, instead running up his arm, splaying across his shoulder. You can feel the muscles working slightly beneath the light blue fabric, a little dampened by his sweat. "Fuck, you make me so hot, shit, that feels so good", you whimper quietly, gasping as his fingers push even deeper. It seems to kick Tangerine off, moustache grazing your skin as he’s picking up an even faster rhythm - rubbing, circling your clit faster, adding more pressure - obscene squelching sounds filling the air of the small bathroom. You moan as pleasure shoots up your spine, has you rocking on and against his fingers.

You can feel your walls clenching around his fingers, hole fluttering against the cold, golden rings and then --

He breaks from your throat and whistles lowly as fresh wetness pools around his fingers, your squirt dampening his golden bracelet and the cuff of his shirt.

Tangerine pulls his fingers out of you slowly, slick with your juices and looks at them for a few seconds, the way your wetness is glistening on his skin in the dim lights. He brings them up up up, gaze connecting with yours and then -

They go past his lips, as his tongue darts out and licks them clean. You blink - once, twice. "Fuck", you breathe, and he chuckles.

"You taste like a fuckin' dream, love", his hands push your legs further apart and before you know it, he sinks down to his knees. You blink at him, as he lifts the hem of your dress up, "Might wanna hold that f'me", and you do, pulling the fabric as high up as you can, exposing yourself to him further.

Tangerine tsks as he takes the sight in and you can feel your cheeks growing hot, burning red, as his fingers dance over your pussy.

"Don't ya just have the prettiest cunt?", he hums, running his fingers through your folds, "'M gonna fuck ya so good."

"Jesus, Tangerine", you huff out, legs shaking a little as his thumb carefully rubs over your clit.

Tangerine looks up at you, smirking a little and then he's leaning in, hands coming to rest on your thighs, forcing your legs apart. He's not breaking eye contact, keeps your gazes chained together, as he dives in and licks a long, fat stripe from your hole upwards to your clit.

You fucking mewl, as his moustache rubs over your sensitive skin, tongue circling your clit for a short moment. His eyes gleam up at you, watching your reaction as his tongue swipes down, over your folds to your hole, teasing it. It has your legs kicking a little and you grab the sink with both your hands, as your thighs give a quick shake.

You can hear him chuckle deep in his throat and it makes you hot hot hot all over, with the way his tongue crawls back up, lips grazing your cunt and then he's onto your clit once more, gently lapping at it, placing soft kisses on the sensitive skin.

A strangled noise escapes your throat as arousal rushes through your abdomen and up up up your whole body, has your chest heaving with a ragged breath and rolling your hips forward. It's so so good, but not enough - you just need more.

"Don't ya move, love", Tangerine rasps and one of his hands grabs your hips forcefully, dress sliding up to your navel as he's holding you in place. The other crawls up your lower leg and thigh, teasing your folds and then one finger presses against your hole, pushes in roughly.

You moan as he immediately starts to fuck you with it, pumping your wetness in and out of you with a rather merciless rhythm, keen on having you come for him, having you squirt once more.

His eyelids flutter, long and dark lashes against his pale skin as his tongue licks over your folds, tasting your wetness and taking your scent in. You're tasting so so sweet to him, like a fucking forbidden fruit that he's going to devour anyways, because he can and he will and because fuck the rules he had set himself for this job.

He closes his eyes as he pushes a second finger into you, pumping them in and out of you, while his tongue laps at your cunt, lips closing in around your folds, gently sucking. His fingers are fucking you fast now, pushing you further and further.

"Oh god", you gasp, one hand still holding your own weight, the other now fisting his hair, pulling it. It seems to spur him on, hooking one of your legs over his shoulder and placing wet, open-mouthed kisses on your cunt, gently nibbling at the soft skin as his finger pumps into you. It's even better than before, with his beard scratching you and his tongue and lips gliding over your cunt as if it were a riddle he's going to solve without his hands. The heel of your shoe digs into his back - desperate for any leverage, to just feel him - as you are nearing your release.

"Shit, fuck fuck fuck", your voice sounds strange in your ears, high-pitched and far far away, between the squelching sounds that his rapidly moving fingers pull out of your pussy, "I'm gonna-"

He hums and then, after a short moment, pulls his digits out of you and grabs your hips hard, holding you in place, not stopping his tongue from rubbing over your cunt hard.

It tips you over the edge, has you breaking loose. You gasp loudly, throwing your head back against the mirror, incoherent rambling leaving your lips as you come - riding your orgasm out on his face as he licks you through your orgasm, your hips bucking wildly with it.

As your orgasm rolls over you, you already know that this isn't over. Usually, you would be spent for now, calm and a little tired but right now - you're not at all, lust still rolling over you, fresh wetness pooling between your legs again. "Mhm, shit", you breathe, feet kicking a little as Tangerine's tongue continues to flick over your clit. You are still wet, already desperate for more, more of him.

All you can think about is his hard dick, that you've felt earlier pressing against your crotch and pure want tingles in your stomach. Tangerine's lips close in around your throbbing clit, overstimulation making your head swim.

"Please, fuck, please", your hip bucks against his iron grip that holds you steadily against the sink. Tangerine looks up at you again and let’s go of your clit with an obscene pop. His moustache is dampened by your wetness as he grins up at you. "Please please", he mocks your high-pitched whines and then smirks, "Wan'it that bad, love?"

"Need you - ah, fuck - inside me. Oh, shit", you whine, as your hole clenches around nothing, desperate for more than his fingers. You are so turned on by this stranger, lust crashing over your body like waves - you can feel its tingle in your chest, your legs, feeling your pussy desperate for another touch.

Tangerine blinks for a moment and you're sure, that you saw his eye twitch and then he, very dramatically, takes a deep breath, closes his eyes. "Shit, love, you make me feel all sorts o'things", he says quietly and then quickly gets up, wipes his lips with the back of his hand.

He leans in and his lips lock with yours again and you can taste yourself on his tongue, as he licks into your mouth, grinning against your lips, damp stache rubbing over your upper lip. He licks over it, groans deep in his throat, while his hands brush over your legs, before he commands, whispers against your lips: "Bend over the sink f'me.”

"What?", you blink, words not really reaching you through the lustful haze that has wrapped your brain in like cotton candy. All you can do is look at him, at this very handsome stranger with the very fake name and he has your head swimming, brain giving in and surrendering to lust once more.

You take the hand he offers you as he helps you down the sink, your legs a little wobbly. "Alright c'mon now, girl, don't keep me waitin'", Tangerine gives you a light pat on the cheek, rings barely connecting with your skin - a patronizing gesture that has your knees going ever weaker for a moment as you try to turn around, hands gripping the edges of the sink.

You watch him in the mirror, as he makes quick work of his belt and the fly of his trousers. As he pulls his dick out, your mouth waters. It's long and big and has just the right girth, a drop of precum glistening on its tip. You'd really like to suck that cock, like right motherfucking now.

Tangerine looks at you. "Got all hungry fo'it?", and you nod - breathing out Fuck yeah - arching your back for him, "Alright love, just a minute."

He spits in his hand and rubs the saliva over his dick, giving himself one, two strokes. You arch your back, keeping your eyes on him as he grabs your hips hard, lines himself up, head of his dick resting against your hole - all hot and hard - and then he finally, finally pushes himself in. The stretch is nice and has you squirming a little with the dull pain, excitement lighting your nerves up.

"Jesus Christ", his head falls forward a little, "You're so fuckin' tight."

He bottoms out, forcing himself in deep, holding still. You can feel his dick twitching inside of you, but he doesn't move and you can see his chest heaving, hear him grunt. His hand roams over your bare ass, shoving the dress even higher, until your back is partly exposed and his hand creeps around your body, over your stomach and under the dress, slips beneath your bra and cups one of your tits.

Tangerine squeezes it, feels you up and then pulls his dick back out only to quickly push himself back in. The sound that leaves your throat is nothing but desperate and your hand grips the sink harder, knuckles slowly turning white. His jaw is going a little slack as he rolls his hips into you, fucking you slowly.

"Ah shit", he groans, a deep and coarse sound, that makes you shiver, "Doesn't that just feel lovely?"

He watches the way his dick pumps into your pussy, eyebrows drawn together, lips slightly agape - until his gaze meets yours in the mirror once more and there it is - a shadow that dances over his eyes, turning the mesmerizing blue and green dark dark dark. One of his hands suddenly darts forward, rings glimmering in the dim light, only to roughly grab your chin, forcefully holding your head in place. It hurts a little, but the pain feels good, the way it stretches your back and intensifies the arch of it, forces you to look at him and yourself. Your mascara is pooling beneath your eyes, pupils blown wide and cheeks reddened.

"Would'ya just look at yourself", Tangerine groans, "Ya might be the hottest fucking thing I've seen in a long fuckin' time --" He groans again, thumb catching your lower lip and you moan as you watch his face coming a little loose with pleasure.

Tangerine picks up a faster rhythm, thrusting into you and you push your hips back, meeting him - desperate for more more more. He grins at you in the mirror and his hand creeps a little lower, until it rest riiight below your jawline and then -

Then he squeezes.

It has you gasping, choking a little at the sudden loss of air and the feeling of your windpipe being closed. Your hip bucks against his and he licks his lips.

The lack of air has adrenaline rushing through your veins once more, as his dick pushes against your spongy hot walls and you feel your body surrendering to him fully, the small voice in the back of your head remembering you that You are at his mercy has you growing even wetter.

The hand lets go off your throat, now gently holding your head in place and you suck in a few deep breaths, gasping, greedily sucking in the air, as --

There must be a bump on the rails, as the wagon suddenly lifts a little and has you thrown forward towards the mirror, shoves his dick deeper into you. You moan, instinctively catching his eyes in the mirror.

His lips are slightly parted, eyes darkened by lust and his fingers dig into the flesh of your hips. The train speeds up just as he leans forward, throws his chest against your back. His body is so so hot against yours and your walls flutter around his dick, as his scent wraps you in once more.

Tangerine lowers his head, until his forehead rests on your shoulder, cock twitching inside of you. "Ya have no bloody idea what'cha doin' to me, Lady", he says, voice coarse and dark and your eyelids flutter, "'M gonna ruin ya."

He lifts his head a little and your gazes connect in the mirror once more. A shiver runs down your spine - he means it.

And you feel it, too, as he thrusts into you once, knocks the air out of your lungs with the sheer force of it. The tip of his dick hits the spot perfectly and you nearly cry out in pleasure, hands gripping the sink tightly. There are small lines forming around his eyes as he's grinning against your shoulder, pulls out a little only to force himself back in, even deeper this time. The hand that was toying with your tit leaves, crawls back down and his arm wraps itself around your waist, holds you close.

Your legs shake as Tangerine picks up a faster rhythm, starts pounding in to you like a starved man, like an animal gone wild. It's in his eyes, hunger hunger hunger and you feel pleasure shooting through your body, pooling in your abdomen. You squirt against his dick, wetting the trimmed pubic hair as his balls slap against your wet skin.

You suck in a sharp breath, a strangled high pitched whiny moan escaping your lips, as he hits your walls again, tip of his dick brushing over your g-spot, having you seeing stars. Your eyelids flutter, gasps escaping your mouth with every one of his thrusts.  

"Be fuckin' loud, you lil'slut, I don't care - one - bit", he says through gritted teeth, each word one thrust, "If they come knockin'. I’ll kill’em."

It shouldn’t – really, it shouldn’t – but it has your head swimming, rocking back against him, obscene sounds filling the small bathroom and you moan loudly. His jewellery rustles and clinks as he ruts into you, huffing against your shoulder. The force of his thrusts has your body moving back and forth like a ragdoll, hipbones bouncing against the sink, one of your hands coming loose and pressing flat against the mirror, desperate for any sort of leverage.

You can feel yourself clenching around him, white hot pleasure building on the edges of your brain, until there's nothing left but him him him.

"Fuck", you cry out, "I'm gonna fucking cum, shit shit shit", lips falling agape with pure pleasure. It’s too much and you can feel your muscles tensing.  

The hand around your throat tightens a bit more and that’s all you need – has your eyes falling shut, your second orgasm rolling over you. It knocks the air straight out of your lungs, has you going limp, while the muscles in your thighs and abdomen clench, holding and squeezing his dick inside of you.

You can hear him moan deeply, sounding far far away and then his cum hits your walls, paints it as he buries himself deep deep inside of you. You gasp, desperate for air and he lets go off your throat.

You suck in a few breaths and feel him doing the same, chest heaving against your back. "Fuck", he says and slowly straightens back up, looking at you in the mirror.

"Y'good over there, love?"

"Uh-huh", you hum, unable to speak, and blink at him. His hair's a mess and his cheeks are a little reddened, glistening with sweat.

Tangerine fucking winks at you and then slooowly, very carefully pulls out of you. You inhale sharply as you feel some of his cum following suite, dripping down your legs. You want to straighten up, too, clean it up, but he's quicker, taking one of the disposable towels and gently sweeps along your cunt.

"'S good, I can do that too, y'know", you say and take it from him, cleaning yourself up. For a long moment, while you can hear him putting himself back in his pants, there's silence between the two of you. Only, as you carefully put your dress back in place, does he look at you again.

"Be careful tonight, sweetheart", he says nonchalantly while tugging his shirt back into his slacks. He says it like it's nothing but it has the hairs on your body standing up.

I’ll kill’em. I’ll kill’em. I’ll kill’em. You look on the slight stains that his blood left on your fingers, that soaked his shirt.

"Make you sure you get out of that train in Nagoya, y'hear me?", his gaze is soft as it lands upon you. Your brain goes numb with anxiety.

"Y-yeah, yeah sure. I'm meeting a friend there, wouldn't miss her for the world."

He smiles at that. A genuine, warm smile. It does something funny to your stomach. "Alright love, gotta dash", he's straightening his vest and giving himself a glance in the mirror, running his hands through his hair, "There's this chap I gotta get rid of. Gimme a call, when you're in London, would'ya?"

You just nod and take the slim, white card he hands you. The numbers on it are orange.

"Very fucking funny", you huff and he grins, leans down towards you, and places his lips on your cheek. The kiss is feather-light but it'll haunt you late at night in the weeks, months to come after the story of the crashed bullet train breaks the international news. But right now, it makes your chest tingle in all the right ways.

"Tis'a good girl, eh?", Tangerine whispers and then, throwing one last look at you, struts out of the door.

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Pomegranate Seeds

Tom Riddle x Reader

~Description~

It’s your last year at Hogwarts and Tom wanted to celebrate with you…

~Warnings~

Rape/Non-consent, Dacryphilla, Ravenclaw reader, Innocent reader, Forced pregnancy

You looked at yourself in the mirror, slowly smoothing out the strays in your hair. You looked over to your friend, quietly snoozing without a care in the world. She was still knocked out cold from sneaking out to the astronomy tower. 

You sighed a bit and walked over to her bed. 

“Eva…” you called out to her. 

“Eva, we have to leave soon.” You lightly shook her a bit, giggling when she shook awake. 

“Is it time already?” She complained looking at the bright sky and then grumbling. 

“Yes! Myrtle and Arianna already left.” You smiled at her and helped her up. 

She immediately threw on her uniform and grabbed her bag. You both greeted your friends and made your way out of the common room. A few of your friends were escorting you guys down to the great hall. 

As you guys neared your table you couldn’t miss a bone-chilling tingle going up your spine. 

It was like something or perhaps someone was watching you. 

You turned and thought nothing of it to possibly meet its owner. You frowned when you didn’t meet the gaze of what you thought was watching you. 

You simply sighed and sat down, head tilting a bit to the side. 

“You okay?” Eva asked. Her lips curled into a soft frown. Her eyebrows throw you a look of concern. 

“Yeah… I I- I’m okay,” you quietly said. 

“She’s probably already thinking about her newts,” Myrtle laughed. 

You laughed too or at least tried to. 

“But really what’s wrong with you?” Arianna took your hand and squeezed it slightly. 

“Uh um… I’m just so upset that we all won’t be in Professor Slughorn’s club together,” you said signing a bit.

You didn’t like lying but you really were upset at that. That was the only thing your mother talked about growing up making sure you and your friends got in Slug Club. 

“It’s okay… how many times do we have to tell you that,” Eva iterated. 

“Yes, precisely. It wasn’t like we were going to get in anyways,” Myrtle laughed. “I’m a muggle-born, and Ari almost failed her owls.”

You joined in laughing, this time it was genuine, getting a hit from Arianna to the both of you. You still couldn’t help that twisted feeling in your stomach. The conversation lightly shifted after that. The usual small talk took place. 

“Have you all heard the rumor of Minerva?” Myrtle whispered.

“No, what happened?” Eva leaned down. Trying to whisper but doing a horrible job at it. We all gathered our heads towards the middle. 

“I’ve heard she turned into an animagus!” Myrtle announced making Arianna cover her mouth quickly. 

“Myrtle, you can’t just yell that!” Arianna said her voice as commanding as her mother’s.

“There’s no way…” Eva said. “You have to keep a mandrake lead in your mouth for an entire month! Ugh, there’s no way I could do that.”

“I swear to you… When you’re like me you hear things in the bathroom all the time,” Myrtle said matter-of-factly. Myrtle continued to ramble about other rumors going around the school. 

“Ah Myrtle’s muggle club is all here today,” a girl with blonde curly hair said. 

You all looked up to find who the voice belonged to. 

Olive Hornby. 

A rude pure-blood from Gryffindor. 

“Right, why are you even here Olive… the tables are separated by houses. Please scuttle off like the rat infestation you are,” Eva said uncaringly if Olive came from a pure-blood family. 

Olive stood there for a moment mouth agape eyes wide. The rest of you snickered a bit. 

“Well then… I will but not before I give a few tips for Myrtle’s terrible case of dragon pox… oh wait it’s just her acne.” She giggled before finally walking away. 

“Get a life, Olive!” Eva said. 

You swore you could’ve felt Eva’s anger throughout the air. 

Your mind was only on Myrtle and she left before you all could even console her. 

“I’ll go check on her.” Arianna rushed to follow after Myrtle. 

“I’ll go too,” you say wanting nothing but to comfort your best friend. 

“Hey, I got it. You guys go to class and we’ll meet up later,” Ari said half smiling and half frowning. 

“Oh… alright,” you silently said. Unable to resist a frown forming. 

“Hey, Myrtle is going to be okay. She’s the biggest firecracker out of all of us,” Eva laughed and you nodded your head laughing too. 

You both parted ways and you felt a twinge in your gut. You hugged yourself and kept your eyes on the floor. 

. . . 

You walked alone to class and drifted through classes like you were running on autopilot. You couldn’t help but think about Myrtle. As much as you wanted to protect her from everything bad in the world you knew you couldn’t and that broke your heart. You loved your friends like they were your sisters. 

You walked to your final class, potions. 

Potions was your favorite class because of your favorite professor, Professor Slughorn. You knew that he chose favorites it was very apparent which house was his utmost favorite. He didn’t need a big sign or microphone to announce it. Most of the slug club was filled with Slytherins. It wasn’t exactly your favorite thing ever but it was just how it was. 

You felt a pair of eyes on you again. You couldn’t stop but look at and this time. You found a pair of eyes. Dark blue crystals were peering into your own. You stared back not knowing when to look away. Only when he gave you a mischievous smirk did you look away. 

Tom Riddle. 

You didn’t really like him much. You haven’t known anything bad he’s done but you just knew. You had this feeling you couldn’t shake when you shared a room with him. You avoided him the best you could. You just didn’t trust him. Something about him just rubbing you the wrong way.

It was like you knew the secret before anyone else did. You seemed to find that you knew it was always him. That some type of trouble or problem was because of him but you could never prove it. 

When you turned your head you felt arms circling you like a devil's snare. The classroom was filled with darkness and a man quietly chuckling making the pit in your stomach grow from fear. It held you everywhere almost swallowing you whole. You screamed only causing it to wrap around your neck and mouth

You could fill the life draining slowly, quietly before…

“Hey?? You okay?” Arianna asked eyebrows up and mouth pinched. 

You lifted your head. Your breathing was out of control and you were shaking, sweat beads were falling from your forehead. 

“No, um yes I- I’m not sure what happened?” You asked as Arianna started to fan you with her notebook. 

“I don’t know if I can ever explain it. You were here and then your eyes… turned a grey color. I- I are you sure you’re alright?” 

She was shaken by whatever happened you couldn’t even imagine what she saw while you were being choked. 

“I- I don’t even know what happened. I was standing and then the room was dark and the-“ 

“Okay, class let’s begin today's lesson!” Slughorn playfully spouted. 

She took your hand giving it a light squeeze letting you know everything was going to be okay. You sighed and looked up to Professor Slughorn and your mind couldn’t help but drift throughout the lesson. Especially when there was a pair of dark eyes following your every move. 

. . .  

“Would you care to stay behind?” 

Professor Slughorn had the brightest smile on his face.

“Of course professor,” you said. You waved your goodbyes to Arianna and then made your way back to your table.

“I hope you all got my letter for the party?” Professor Slughorn stood proud.

“Yes, I did professor,” One boy said.

“I got my letter,” another one followed. 

You nodded when he gestured to you. 

“Good good. I hope to see you all there. Remember this is a celebration for you all!” he smiled brightly as that same dark blue-eyed boy from earlier caught his attention. 

“Yes yes, you all can go.” He smiled before turning and whispering to Tom. “What do you need my boy?” 

You watched as Tom’s eyes bore into yours for a moment. You held your shaky hands to your stomach trying your best to calm down. 

You couldn’t be in there a second more so you immediately walked out as Tom and Slughorn talked very intently about something. Slughorn’s eyebrows furrowed when their conversation deepened. 

You knew a place where you were safe, the common room. You were happy just to finally get out of the class and be with your friends.

. . . 

You throw on your favorite and best dress. You loved events like these. You could finally wear whatever you wanted instead of the uniform. 

You smiled at yourself in the mirror unable to tear your eyes away from yourself. 

You looked gorgeous. 

Eva stopped to stare at you, a smile crawling over her face. 

“As pretty as a princess,” she said. 

“Thank you, Eva,” you giggled. “I’m going to be back in an hour or two I’m not expecting to stay there the whole time.” 

“Okay but do bring back some of the food. I hope they have crab cakes again.” 

A laugh left your mouth as you agreed you’d get more crab cakes for her. You gave your goodbyes and left promptly. 

Your way down was a fun task. Slughorn ensured everyone in the club had a different route to follow to get to the destination. It was designed for what that person was capable of. 

You had the fun task of going through a maze. You were a pretty good navigator, already knowing where to turn before you ever got there. 

You rounded another corner as a pair of trees and vines twisted to create a door. A beautifully shaped door. You went through and found a bustling party. You smiled as you found people dancing and people just talking and enjoying themselves. 

You just wished your friends were here to see it. 

You took a drink from a tray and started to down it before you grabbed another.

It was probably several minutes in when you found yourself in another dark room. 

Stone painted the floors and walls it was covered in water. But this time you got to view yourself through the water-covered stone. You found your reflection crying as it stared at you. A pair of hands came around your reflection’s throat. You gasped as you could feel those hands around yours as well. 

It felt like how you did during potions like all the life was draining from you. A pair of real hands were on top of your shoulders bringing you back from this horrible daydream. 

“Are you alright?” A voice asked. A voice you knew all too well. 

“I’m okay, Tom.” 

You quickly moved his hands from your shoulders, like his touch was searing your skin. 

Tom noticed it, his eyes slightly glinting before going back to their original soft stare with a smirk on his lips this time. 

You looked away suddenly feeling like a deer caught in a headlights. 

“You look beautiful.”

You were taken aback by the compliment but accepted it anyway with a thank you. You felt no need to push him away immediately. 

It was still quiet for a couple of seconds before Tom spoke up yet again. 

“How are you enjoying the party?”

“It’s all right,” you replied wanting to keep it short and sweet. 

“Oh dear, is it not to your liking?” Tom asked his dark eyes doing that thing where they try to break you down and find out your every secret. 

“Um… no it isn’t that,” you said and for some reason, you wanted to tell him why. “I just- I just wish my friends were here.” 

He nodded like he was truly listening to you and for some reason you to keep going. You didn’t know why but you did. 

“One of them you see has been getting bullied-“ 

“That muggle-born girl.”

“She’s not just a muggle-born,” you said tight-lipped. “No one understands how hard it is for her.” 

“Hmm I see,” Tom replied with a nod. “Why won’t you guys tell the professors?”

“She doesn’t like it… she rather just let it be than make things worse,” you said, remembering the day that Myrtle was so upset about you guys for telling the head of Ravenclaw. 

“Don’t tell anyone I told you this please.” 

You couldn’t stop the shaking that filled your hands. You don’t know why you kept telling Tom everything. 

“Don’t worry. It will be our little secret,” Tom whispered with a smirk.

You felt like you told him something you shouldn’t have and you couldn’t help but blame yourself for whatever the consequences will be.

. . . 

“Y/n! It’s Myrtle I can’t find her anywhere,”  Arianna woke you up with a harsh whisper. 

“What, she never came back from the restroom?” You sleepily mumbled. 

You got up rubbing your eyes a bit when Arianna also woke up Eva. You turned to the window the sun wasn’t even on the horizon yet. 

“It’s Olive, I knew it. She must done something. I knew Myrtle was hiding something,” Eva shouted tears pooling in her eyes. 

“Please calm down and keep quiet. We need to have level heads.” Arianna pleaded. 

She gripped Eva’s hands holding them tight to her chest. Eva sighed staring at her before nodding. 

“We need to be careful with the prefects and the professors. If we are caught we have to tell them immediately what happened,” Arianna stated. 

You swallowed staring at the ground and nodded with Eva following suit. 

“Let’s go.”

You all left the dorm, deciding to split and look at different parts of the big castle. You took to the higher level bathrooms, while Eva took to the lower levels, and Arianna the common room bathrooms. 

You heard some chattering before you entered the bathroom. It was loud but not loud enough to draw attention. 

You looked around and no one was patrolling this section of the castle. 

You guessed it was because no one came here. As you went deeper into the bathroom there was water flooding the place. You stared at the ground wondering what transpired here. You could’ve sworn you screamed at the sight before you. 

Myrtle. 

Myrtle was on the ground. Lifeless eyes staring into nothing. You immediately fell to your knees. You couldn’t stop sobbing and shaking as your hands tried to touch her face. She was cold. No sight of life in her eyes at all. 

“Myrtle… wake up please,” You knew deep down she wouldn’t say anything but a part of you was expecting her to say it was a prank and that she was playing. 

“Please wake up,” you cried harder. 

You cried for some time until you heard some pipes moving and the sounds of water flowing. You moved your eyes toward the direction of the sounds. The sinks were opened and there was a hole in the middle of them. 

You shook as you walked closer. You didn’t know why or how but your body moved on its own and walked in. 

You don’t remember anything after that. Only waking up to Tom inspecting you. 

He smiled not one of warmth but one of triumphant. 

You shook underneath his gaze unable to move or to scream. You didn’t know why or how but something in you told you he was the blame for all of this. 

“What did you do to Myrtle?” You silently demanded. 

Tom only smiled and looked at you with the tip of his nose. 

“Nothing that she wasn’t going to already to go herself.” He said with no remorse in his eyes. “She was just a means to an end.”

You wanted to murder him right then and there. You wanted to hurt him.

“No no! How could you!?” You screamed tears threatening to fall. “You won’t get away with this.”

“I already have. What are you going to do?” He coolly replied. 

You pushed him away but he didn’t budge. You scooted back and Tom just watched you. Almost like he was letting you. 

You stood up and readied your wand, shaking as you held it.  You were never the dueling champion it was always Eva but it wasn’t too late to try now. 

“Expelliarmus!”

“Crucio!”

You both held onto your wands tightly. You knew you weren’t going to win this from the way your hands were shaking. You stood there until you weren’t. You didn’t know what happened but you fell to the floor screaming. You couldn’t even hear Tom’s laughing through the torturing. Full-on waterfalls were pouring from your eyes as your screams filled the chamber. 

You didn’t realize it finally stopped until Tom was on top of you. You couldn’t even register what he was doing. Your mind was fuzzy and your brain was feeling like mush. 

“You put up a good fight,” he chuckled as he threw you in your back. His eyes drifted to your face holding your jaw harshly. “You’re just too perfect to kill.”

He smiled at you as he brought his face to yours and gently licked the salty tears from your cheeks. You couldn’t stop him because you couldn’t feel anything. You couldn’t do anything as he ripped the top of your night dress in half. 

You would’ve sobbed if you had the chance but you couldn’t move your body, not even twitch your fingers. 

His lips were on your chest. Like he wanted to savor this moment. You could feel tears pooling in your eyes but you couldn’t do anything about it. You wanted to close your eyes but you couldn’t even do that. 

The rest was a blur. All you could feel was the ripping of underwear and the smell of blood. 

Your breath was knocked out of you as he shoved himself in. It unfortunately brought you back. You couldn’t stop the tears from falling from your eyes. 

You wanted to scream. To scream for help. Anything. But you knew it would be useless. You were trapped down here with a monster. 

“Get off,” you breathed, you truly didn’t know how your hoarse voice spoke without tearing out your vocal cords. 

“And why would I do that?” He said happily. His thrusts were painful and his nails were breaking skin on your thighs. You needed something to grab onto. To ground yourself. 

You felt his cheek press against your cheek. You would’ve thrown up right then and there if it wasn’t for the hand around your throat. 

That’s how you figured out this wasn’t about you. It was the power he wanted. The power he held over you. 

Blood joined the watery floor and surrounded you both. You didn’t know whose blood it was. 

The only thing you noticed was how it egged him on. His thrusts went harder and faster as he stared at himself through the bloody reflection. 

You felt his hand move up with your jaw. A kiss was pressed onto your lips. You wanted to puke. He took everything from you and he’s smiling while kissing you. 

You lay there unmoving and barely breathing. You didn’t know what else to do. You couldn’t fight him off. Not with the aftershocks of the cruciatus curse. 

You laid there until he was done. You didn’t miss the warmth that entered your. A gasp left your mouth as he pressed himself deeper making sure to mark you from the inside out. 

He pulled himself out. Admiring the work he’s done on you. 

“You truly are so beautiful” was all you heard before blacking out again. 

. . . 

As soon as you opened your eyes you knew you weren’t at Hogwarts. You took in the sight around you. The room was in disarray. It was dusty, the ceilings were covered in spider webs, and the air was stale. 

The bed you were on had almost no cushion. You tried to sit up but when you did you were pulled immediately back down. You looked up to see ropes digging into your wrists. The more you pulled the tighter they seemed to get so you quit altogether.

You wanted to cry, you didn’t know what else to do. You weren’t at Hogwarts. Your friends surely didn’t know what was going on. You were alone with nobody to help you. 

That was… until you saw movement at the corner of your eye. The boy who did this all just a few steps from you. 

"You're so pretty when you sleep, so peaceful."

You wanted to shout to scream but all that left your lips was, “I want to go home.”

He laughed at you like you had told the funniest joke ever. 

You didn’t want to cry in front of him and yet tears still welled up in your eyes, disappointing you. 

“You are home.” 

You felt your hands tremble and your heart race. You were scared. You didn’t have your friends. You didn’t have your mother with you. You had no one but this monster. 

He walked around the bed and held your face, lightly stroking your jaw with his thumb. In his other hand, he held something red and mushy. 

“This is what you’re going to eat,” he began to explain. “Its sole purpose is to help you confine yourself to your new life.”

“H-how?” 

His mouth moved close to your ear, his lips practically kissing it. 

“By making everyone you’ve ever loved, seen, spoke to, forget about you.” 

Your eyes went wide and your head shook. 

“No… no! I’m never going to eat that you cannot force me,” you screamed. You couldn’t. There was no possibility that that was something you were going to eat. 

His hand pinched your jaw and you could feel it go numb from how hard he grabbed you. 

“Fortunately for you, it doesn’t work if I force you… so lucky me I got a way to sway your decide your decision.” 

His hand that gripped your jaw let you go roughly. He summoned something in his hand, it was a piece of paper that you screamed at the sight of. 

Your mother lay dead on the paper. Blood smeared her face and her body. It was like you were looking in a window. Everything was so clear that you could see the small birthmark on her cheek. 

You sobbed loudly trying your best to come up with ways she might’ve survived. To come up with anything. You knew that it was real that that was your real mother on the paper. You couldn’t stop crying. 

"Hey hey you’re alright,” he said with a smile before it disappeared entirely and he gripped your throat. 

“I made my sacrifice, now it's your turn,” he said with no sympathy. 

There was a moment where it was only your whimpers and sobs before Tom rolled his eyes. 

“If you don’t eat it willingly I will murder the rest of your friends. What were their names again…? Eva and Amy? Oh, Arianna.” 

You sobbed unable to control the tears falling. 

He brought the fruit to your lips and you couldn’t avoid this. You knew only one outcome was going to happen—one where Tom wins. You sobbed harder as it reached your tongue. 

Everyone you ever loved was going to forget about you. As if you never existed to them. 

As you swallowed it you collapsed unable to hold yourself up from the pulling of the ropes. You didn’t even fight it. You couldn’t. You just let the darkness crawl over you. 

. . .

You couldn’t shake the feeling of Tom’s breath all over your face as he held you down. 

You felt sick and you were to the point of exhaustion. You could barely remember how you got there. Who you were. You could only think of him in between your legs. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered and it reminded you of a time before. A time of happiness long forgotten. 

He spilled himself into you for the fourth time in a row. He softly cooed at you, a smile forming on his lips. 

“When my seed takes…. You shall be blessed with a child of Gaunt,” Tom moaned. The idea makes him rut into you harshly. 

“You would like that wouldn’t you?”

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A New Home

Ghost!Loki x Reader

~Description~

You got a new house only to find another inhabitant living there.

~Warnings~

Rape/Non-consent, cursed mirror

You haven’t lived in your house long. You’ve heard that it was haunted, that it was possessed by a demon. It wasn’t true of course, you’ve been living in this house for over 6 months now and nothing creepy has happened. Sure there were random noises in the night. What house doesn’t always have that?

This one wouldn’t be any different. You got it because it was so cheap, the house was very nice, and the neighbors were kind. So you didn’t quite understand why it barely cost you a leg. You weren’t complaining though. You had your own room with no roommates to bother you. You could freely say your thoughts out loud or walk around naked.

Something finally changed though. When October came around it felt as if the house was alive. Anytime you walked into a place with a mirror it felt like you were being watched. You didn’t like that feeling. You felt as if you were constantly in danger.

“Do you think it’s like just the energy of October? Because it is already a very spooky month,” your mother joked. You couldn’t stop the roll of your eyes. Even if she couldn’t see it.

“No, it’s not just that. It’s just… I don’t know…” You sounded defeated. It was a nice house but it didn’t feel right. There was no way you could mark it down to it just being October.

“Okay okay I’m sorry,” your mother sighed, “if you want to stay here for a bit you can, or I can come up there.”

“No no it’s okay you don’t have to apologize either. I just feel like I’m going crazy and I don’t know if leaving will help.”

When you went into the bathroom you immediately saw someone walk past behind you. Your phone fell to the floor and you shook to the ground.

“Hey hey, baby are you okay?? What happened?”

“I’m uhh I’m okay I just thought I saw something,” you mostly mumbled to yourself.

“Sweatheart are you sure? You've been acting very differently lately."

“I’ll be okay… I just need time to assimilate myself into this house,” you drawled. You didn't like whenever she would worry to death about you.

"It's been months and…"

"I'm okay! I just need time,” you huffed, but as soon as you said it you instantly regretted it, "I'm… sorry."

"No no I'm sorry. I just forget how grown up you are,” your mother muttered. You couldn't help but feel mad at yourself for making your mother upset, "your father is calling, I have to go alright. Call me if anything happens okay."

"I will… I love you.”

"I love you too sweetheart."

You both hung up and when you went to look back up in your mirror it was as though your reflection looked altered.

No, nothing is going on. It’s normal everything is normal.

You closed your eyes and shook your head and when you opened them it was normal everything looked the way it was before.

“Why did I even go into the bathroom?” You sighed to yourself. Your mind pulled blanks when you tried to think, “I’m going to go crazy I swear.”

You walked back out as if nothing happened.

. . .

“How are you and Steve going?” Sarah smiled at you.

“Uhh it’s umm going,” you laughed and Sarah joined, “I don’t know Sarah I don’t think dating is for me.”

She shook her head and took your hand into hers, “babe I swear to you. You’ll find the right one someday.”

“Anyways enough about me how are you and Bucky going?” You smiled back at her.

Sarah looked away as if she was shy, which made you want to know even more about them.

“Let’s just say it’s going very well,” Sarah giggled like a schoolgirl.

“No no no! You’ve got to tell me now,” you ordered. Only making her laugh even more.

“Absolutely not,” she giggled when you crossed your arms like a five-year-old. Just as you were about to beg some more, Sarah’s phone went off.

“I’m so sorry. I have to take this.”

“No no, it’s okay! Go take it.” You ushered her away when she tried to apologize again.

You got up from the couch doing a light stretch. You’ve been sitting there talking to Sarah for an hour, so you barely noticed how dark it was outside.

You looked at your reflection in the window fixing your hair a bit. You looked closely at your reflection only to see a man right behind you. He had piercing green eyes and jet-black hair.

You couldn’t focus on anything but him.

You finally felt someone shake your shoulder, pulling you from your trance.

“Hey I’ve been trying to get your attention for like 5 minutes now.”

You only stared at Sarah.

For 5 minutes you were in a trance? No that can’t be right. Right..?

No, it’s not right. It’s normal everything is normal. She’s wrong.

“Sarah, are you sure? You’re not playing a prank, right? I feel like I would know if it had been 5 minutes or not.” She stared at you like you were the one playing a prank.

“I’m not joking… You stood there staring at something for 5 minutes.” There was no smile on her face this time. It was serious.

She’s lying.

“You’re.. you’re lying…”

“Why would I lie??” Her eyebrows furrowed, and her voice was demanding.

“I I don’t know… please just go.” You turned away from her.

“Please, what’s going on with you? You’ve been different ever since you got this house.”She touched your arm, only to cause you to flinch.

You turned back to her confused. Different? Ever since you brought the house? There’s no way.

“What are you even talking about?” You glared at her.

“I- I just… nothing.” She looked away defeated.

“Well if you’re done please go,” you stated.

She only looked at you for a minute or two before saying bye.

You didn’t quite understand what the big deal was. It’s normal here.

Everything is normal.

How could you have been acting differently ever since you brought the house? Maybe you were going crazy and you just didn’t know. You shook your head at that thought. Perhaps you just needed sleep.

. . .

You woke up in a cold sweat. You found yourself on the floor of your bathroom. You swore you went to sleep in your bed. So this didn’t make sense. You got up from the floor and when you did you looked at yourself in the mirror.

Your under-eye bags looked like you haven’t been sleeping for days on end. You took a deep breath and threw some water on your face. You felt like someone was kissing your neck and back. You felt tiny licks at your ears and hands at your sides.

You couldn’t fight back a moan at the feel of something grinding itself on your clit. You wiped the water from your face and looked back at you. You saw the same man from before. His expression was hard like he was very focused on something.

You tried to push him back but that only made him grind hard against you and push you onto the sink.

“Stop,” you whispered to yourself.

Why? You love it. You love the feel of me on you. I can almost taste it.

His mouth didn’t move. He was in your mind. Taking up every space he could.

“Stop get out. Get out.” You started to cry. Every part of you felt like it was on fire. He was igniting you in the worst way possible.

“I’m not leaving anytime soon and with the way I see it. I own you,” he whispered in your ear groaning when the tip of him rubbed against a wet spot in your underwear, “you’re in my house. You’re in my bathroom. I’ve owned you ever since you brought this house, pet.”

You shook your head, you tried your best to turn your head away but his hand forced your face to stare at the mirror. To stare at him.

He pulled your underwear to the side and shoved himself in. Every single part of you had to make space for him. He felt like he was going to rip apart every part of your being. The tears kept coming, making everything very blurry. You could barely make out his devilish smile.

He would pull himself out all the way and then force himself back with one hard thrust. Each time he did it made you scream, it seemed to egg him on.

“You’re so deliciously tight.” He licked at your ears again. He moaned so softly it made you squeeze around him, “Ahh there’s my good pet.”

He kissed your cheek, his hand wrapped around your throat. You were forced to stay in a position where your eyes couldn’t look anywhere but him fucking himself into you.

You gripped the counter, your nails clawed at it. Your teeth clenched at the feel of every vein that would pass through you. It was too much it was getting to a point where your eyes and ears would stop working for a minute then you would come back.

You blacked out for a moment then woke back up in a different position. You were laying on the counter and he was right in front of you. Fucking you to oblivion.

He was real and not in the mirror. His forehead was touching yours. Sweat was dipping down onto you. The curve of his shaft once it hit a nice spot made you flex around him. It kept happening until finally, you came all over him. You were moaning and whimpering when he didn’t stop for a second. Using your high for his own.

Finally he stopped and you cringed at the wetness that came when he pulled out and thrusted back in. You squirmed a bit when he stayed there.

“You have no reason to leave.” He kissed you softly as if you both were lovers. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you.”

All you could do was drift off and hope to god all this was a dream.

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The Great Escape

Summary: Your chance of freedom diminishes as the prince reminds you of your place.

Warnings: noncon/dubcon, magic bondage, outdoor sex, humiliation, physical violence.

Characters: Dark!Loki x Reader

A/N: This fic is part of the Secret Santa Collection by @fictive-sl0th​. As always, your feedback is highly appreciated and reblogs will be amazing. I hope you guys enjoy! 💚

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Loki's Pet

Fandom: The Avengers/MCU

Relationship: Loki/Fem!Reader

Words: 3.8k

Summary: Loki holds court, and puts you in your place.

Warnings: Dark!Loki, King!Loki, Sadist!Loki, Sadist!Reader, Master/Pet, pet play, humiliation kink, degradation kink, cuckolding kink, exhibitionism kink, blood play, OH AND DUBCON! (As always feel free to send me anything you think I missed and I will add it to the list!)

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Loki’s ascension to the Asgardian throne came as quite a surprise to most of the Asgardian citizens. Second son to Odin, and younger brother to the revered warrior Thor, most saw Loki’s chances at the throne to be extremely unlikely.

That just shows what some well-timed tragedy can do.

Using his gifts in trickery and magic, Loki ruled the nine realms with an iron fist. He convinced the Asgardian people in invade Midgard to reassert their claim over the woefully astray realm. Long gone were the days of Odin’s insistence of peace and protecting the other realms. Despite his occasional bouts of tyranny, Loki was equally loved and feared throughout the realms. He knew how to keep his subjects happy enough to never fear rebellion, but just fearful enough that they would never cross him.

Loki had designed a new world, in which he could do whatever he wanted. The rules of decorum and decency no longer applied to him, he was above all that as a God-King. Perhaps, one of the greatest examples of him defying all expectations would be his beloved pet.

You.

Whenever Loki was entertaining ambassadors or holding court, you were always by his side. Kneeling naked beside his throne, wearing only a green, leather collar around your neck. It was attached to the matching leash Loki kept in his hand.

But you were no slave in need of saving. You were no victim who dreamed of freedom. You were a willing participant. You loved your position as Loki’s pet. His plaything. His own personal fucktoy to use as he pleased.

You lived to serve at his pleasure, however and whenever he desired.

He gave your leash a not too subtle yank, a gentle reminder of your place, and you did your best to suppress the shiver that went down your spine at the gesture. Loki only smirked down at you before turning his attention back to the ambassador before him.

The clueless man continued to ramble on, completely unaware of the fact that he lost Loki’s interest long ago. In fact, you doubted that Loki even knew what the man was talking about. You barely did either, something about taxes or tariffs? Who knew?

“Isn’t she beautiful?” Loki asked, interrupting the man’s diatribe. You looked up and saw Loki’s eyes were locked on you, like everyone else had ceased to exist for him. He reached down to run his finger over your cheekbone. “Just exquisite, isn’t she?”

The ambassador balked for a moment before glancing in your direction. He was careful not to let his gaze linger on your exposed body. “That she is, your majesty. Now about my proposal-”

Loki barked a laugh. “You hardly even looked at her, ambassador.” He tugged on your leash again, prompting you to your feet. “Go ahead, get a closer look at my pet. I don’t mind.”

You bit your lip as you tried to ignore the urge to cross your arms and cover your body. That went against Loki’s wishes, and while he tolerated your shyness, he would not allow for your disobedience.

The ambassador cleared his throat, but stepped forward, approaching you cautiously. His eyes kept darting between you and Loki, as if waiting for any sign of disapproval from the trickster god. However, Loki only showed a look of patient amusement.

“Now that you’ve had a closer look, ambassador, tell me the trust. Isn’t she the most beautiful pet you’ve ever seen.”

The ambassador chuckled nervously, his eyes slowly trailing up and down your naked body. “She truly is, your majesty, but we don’t see many like her back home.” The man swallowed before looking to Loki. “Is it true that she is completely subservient to you? That she will do whatever you say?”

Loki only smirked. “Of course, it is,” he said before looking at you. “Give our ambassador a closer look at my prized possession.” He gently unhooked the leash from your collar.

Obediently you stepped down from the dais beside Loki’s throne and walked towards the ambassador. The guards surrounding the throne room did not move, as they had seen such displays before. But the ambassador’s eyes were glued to your form as you approached him.

“Wonderful,” the ambassador breathed out, his eyes falling to your breasts. You could feel warmth spread down your neck towards your chest at being so openly ogled by a stranger. You could see the lust beginning to alight in his eyes.

“Go on,” Loki encouraged with all the subtle command of a king. “Touch her, feel the softness of her. Feel her warmth.”

The ambassador’s eyes widened in surprise at Loki’s invitation. You looked away from the ambassador demurely but nodded your head, even as your cheeks felt like they were on fire. He wasted no time cupping your breast, kneading the soft skin between his greedy fingers.

Loki laughed as you yelped in surprise. “She enjoys it when you play with her nipples,” he supplied helpfully.

The ambassador took the instruction in stride and pinched your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, making you cry out from the sharp pain. You looked to Loki immediately.

“Easy now,” Loki hissed. “I am a very generous man, but I do not take kindly to people injuring what is mine.”

“My apologies,” the ambassador as he relaxed his hold. He slowly began to rub his thumb over your injured nipple, grinning as he watched the nub harden under his care. “I got a bit over excited.”

You moaned softly as he continued his gentle caresses of your body. Shame flipped your stomach. You much preferred to serve Loki in private, but he said that your humiliation was sweeter than any fruit he had ever sampled. Once he realized such public displays filled you with so much shame and humiliation, he made it a regular part of your interactions.

Loki leaned forward slightly in his throne to get a better view. His amusement was plain on his face. He was enjoying every moment of your disgrace. The sheer look of shame on your face was the cherry on top of an already enticing scene.

“Don’t you wish to continue your exploration?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “Her breasts are divine I will grant you, but there is much more to her body.”

The ambassador tore his eyes from your breasts to look up at Loki on his throne. “Your majesty, I don’t want to accidentally overstep. What am I allowed here? What are your restrictions?”

You looked over at Loki, shaking your head slightly, appealing to his mercy in that moment. Loki sat back in his throne as he considered his options.

“Do as you wish with my pet but if you damage her in any way, you will suffer the consequences,” he told the ambassador calmly. While Loki would subject you to a lot to prove his power over you, he would never allow you to be brutalized. He was your protector as well as your master. Loki tossed the man your leash.

“Of course, your majesty,” the ambassador murmured in awe as he caught the leash in his hand.

You stepped back as the ambassador tried to clip the leash to your collar. “Master, please,” you whined softly and looked over your shoulder at Loki.

“Do as I say, pet,” Loki said sternly, but his eyes softened slightly. “I will be watching the whole time. So put on a show for me.”

You pouted sullenly but did as he said. You allowed the ambassador to attach your leash and lead you towards the nearest table in the large feasting hall. With gentle pressure on your shoulder, the ambassador bent you over the table so that your eyes could lock with Loki. At least he had the sense to know that this was about Loki’s pleasure, and not his own.

The ambassador groaned low in his throat as he admired your body in this new position. “You are a most generous king,” he said as he caressed your body. He gave your ass a light smack, making you yelp once more.

You looked up at Loki, your face burning with shame, but you saw it in his eyes. You could see how much Loki was enjoying this arrangement. Letting a stranger use you in such a degrading way was a power trip to him, and your master was nothing if not ravenous for power. Your humiliation only added to his enjoyment.

The ambassador’s hand smoothed over your back down to your thighs, where he pried your legs apart, spreading them. His thumb ran over your folds, laughing when came away damp. “She seems to be enjoying this,” he commented. 

“She usually does,” Loki mused, even though his eyes never left your face. His gaze was locked on your own, and you couldn’t look away no matter how much you wanted to bury your face in the table and pretend this wasn’t happening.

Especially when you heard the ambassador undo his belt.

You whimpered softly as you felt his cock press against your entrance, and Loki only shushed you.

“No whining, pet,” he said in soothing tones. “Let the ambassador do as he pleases. You don’t want to disappoint me now, do you?”

You shook your head reflexively. Of course, you didn’t want to disappoint him. He was Loki, your master. He was the center of your world. Your every breath came at his command.

“Good girl,” Loki praised you, an adoring smile on his lips just for you. He finally broke eye contact with you to look at the ambassador. “Proceed.”

With one harsh thrust, the ambassador was inside you, and you cried out from the sudden sensation. You could feel all eyes on you as the ambassador snapped his hips back and forth. His cock did not fill you as Loki’s did, but his desperate pace was still enough to ignite the flames of pleasure in your lower belly.

You wanted to close your eyes, but Loki held your gaze. A sadistic smile graced his features as he watched your desecration with heated intensity. You bit your lip to suppress a groan as you hid your face in the wooden table below you.

“Keep those eyes on me, pet,” he said, his tone impossibly more amused. You could hear the hidden meaning behind his words.

“You enjoy being on display like this, pet. You enjoy it when I humiliate you and expose you to my court. You enjoy all the torment I put you through, because you know it pleases me. You would fuck every guard in my employ if I commanded it, and I love you for it.”

“Yes, Master,” you moaned as you lifted your head to meet his gaze once more. The ambassador continued to thrust away inside you, taking his pleasure but you became numb to it. Only aware of Loki’s eyes on you.

Loki could see the hazy look in your eye, and he knew you were reaching the peak of your pleasure. He also knew that you were desperately trying to hold it back, that you didn’t want to lose control in front of the ambassador and all his guards. Your small act of defiance made him grin smugly.

“I know you’re close, pet,” he taunted. You both knew your attempts to hold back were futile. Your pleasure belonged to Loki as much as the rest of you did. You also knew that your ability to finish had more to do with Loki’s proximity more than it had to do with the ambassador’s cock inside you. “There is no need to hold back. Do what your body demands.”

You tried to resist, but it was like your body was crafted to submit to Loki’s every command. Your body gave into pleasure without your leave. Your cries filled the grand hall as you fell over the edge to ecstasy.

Distantly, as you heard Loki and the ambassador talk about you, but you could not make out the exact meaning. Instead, you could only groan as his fingers dug into your hips and his thrusts became more forceful. Your used and oversensitive body cried out for rest, but ignored it, knowing it would be over soon. You grit your teeth as the table began to dig painfully into your stomach under the power of the ambassador’s newfound vigor.

The ambassadors’ hips stuttered, and you felt the warmth as his seed spread inside you, filling you. Your eyes opened wide in shock, and Loki laughed.

“Surprised, pet?”

Loki must have given him permission to come inside you.

The ambassador pulled out of you, leaving you spread out on the table, burning with humiliation as you feel his cum begin to leak from your puffy fold. You were a mess, a disgraced and abused mess. Once more you could feel all eyes on you, as if you were some grand work of art in your state. But there was only one set of eyes you care about at the moment.

Loki smirked down at you, pleased by your little show. He loved to see you so broken mentally and spiritually. It was a magnificent sight for him to see. He could not ask for a better chance to show off his beloved pet. He just kept smiling at you, taking everything in.

“I thank you for your hospitality, your majesty” the ambassador panted, and you felt your leash go slack as he dropped it. “You may return to your master now.”

You kept your eyes on Loki, waiting for his nod to tell you that you were allowed to stand. He gave it to you, even holding out a hand, gesturing for you to return to his side. You pushed yourself up from the table, flushed and ashamed as you began the impossibly long walk up the dais to Loki’s side.

Loki’s eyes scanned your body slowly, and stopped when it reached your stomach. His smug smile vanish and was immediately replaced but a cruel sneer. “Seize him,” Loki said in the coldest tone possible.

The guards acted immediately, grabbing the confused ambassador by the arms. “Your majesty!” he cried in alarm. “I only did as you bid me to do.”

However, Loki did not pay him any mind as he stood from his throne to pull you into his arms. He gently caressed your lower abdomen. “Does it hurt terribly, pet?” he asked, to your confusion.

You looked down where Loki was gingerly touching you when you saw it. The tiny cut that adorned your skin. It was thin and hardly noticeable; truth be told you had bigger injuries from tripping on your own feet and you wouldn’t have noticed this one has Loki not pointed it out. The cut was most likely from the edge of the table when the ambassador pressed you down harshly against it. The cut was nothing, but from the rage in Loki’s eyes, you knew it was enough to set off his mercurial nature.

You nodded, adopted the most wounded expression you could manage. “It does,” you agreed.

Loki clenched his jaw, as he pressed his hand protectively over your cut. “You have injured my pet, ambassador,” Loki growled, before turning to face the trembling man being held at his feet. “You agreed no harm would come to her, yet you have violated that agreement.”

Loki sat in his throne and tucked you into her lap. You curled closer, adopting a slight tremor to Loki believe you were far worse off than you actually were. Loki raised a hand to cradle your head against his shoulder. His touch comforting and soothing.

“Execution seems only fair,” Loki said, his icy voice as calm as could be. His eyes and the furious hammer of his heart under your ear betrayed his rage, but he was careful to keep his voice calm and level.

The ambassador fell to his knees. “Please your majesty!” he begged pathetically. “It is just a scratch. She is fine!”

Loki glared at the ambassador. “I do not care about the level of injury, I care only that there is one to begin with!” His voice rose with every word he spoke.

You took that as your cue to whimper once more, feigning pain and cuddling closer to Loki.

“Mercy, your highness, please! It was an accident,” the ambassador continued to beg.

The ambassador looked to you, silently pleading with you to help him. You pulled away from Loki’s shoulder enough to grin at the ambassador. Then you nuzzled back into Loki’s neck.

The ambassador gaped at your sudden and artful change of demeanor. “She’s fine!” He cried desperately. “She is faking because she is upset about what I did to her. She us lying, your majesty.”

Silence filled the hall at the ambassador’s expression.

Loki slowly stood from his throne, with you in his arms. With all the tenderness he possessed, he gently sat you down on the throne and kissed your forehead. You smiled up at him softly as he pat your head lovingly

Then he turned back to face the ambassador, and all the tenderness he had reserved only for you was long gone. His face was devoid of all warmth and he stalked down the stairs that lead up to his throne.

“You dare?” he asked, venom dripping from his words. “Not only did you injure my beloved pet, now you accuse her of faking her injury?” Despite his attempts to keep calm, that was the final straw.  A dagger materialized in his hand.

You could not help but lean forward from your place in his throne, gleefully delighted but the show before you. Deep down, Loki knew you were alright, but he also knew that this was what you wanted more than anything else. You were just as dark and depraved as he was, and that was why the two of you worked. That was why he loved you.

He had his sick pleasures, and you had yours. You indulged him, and now it was time for him to indulge you.

“Any last words?” Loki asked as he raised his dagger.

“Go to hell,” the ambassador spat. “You and your bitc-“

Loki’s blade ran across the man’s throat so fast the words died just as he did. Warm blood spattered across Loki’s face, as the ambassador fell limp on the floor. His blood continued to spurt out, staining the stone floor below him.

“Clean this up,” Loki said to one of his guards as he wiped the dagger clean. “Then tell all the others I will not be hearing any other petitions today. They are welcome to return tomorrow.”

The guards nodded and set to work disposing of the body and clearing the palace of others wishing to speak their peace before their benevolent king.

Content that his will was being done, Loki turned back to face you. You looked so comfortable as you sat naked on his throne. You grinned at him as pure joy radiated from you at the bloody display. The expression on your face was exactly why Loki kept by his side. He knew you were someone he could share his darkest desires with, and you wouldn’t turn away from him. You wouldn’t cower in fear.

The combination of bloodlust and joy were enough to make you dangerous. It was enough to make you a monster just like he was. His perfect companion to carry out his plans for the future with. He kneeled before you on the throne, his eyes adoring and reverent.

“Did you enjoy the show, pet?” he asked in a low voice, a small smirk on his face.

“Oh yes, Master,” you giggled as you extended a hand. “Thank you so much for my reward.”

Loki chuckled. Of course, you would see it that way. Executing the ambassador was a reward for you obeying his every word, and perhaps you weren’t that far off. He placed his bloodied hand in your clean one. You did not flinch away from the still warm blood coating his skin. Instead, you brought his hand up to your lips and kissed it, staining your perfect mouth with his hot sin.

With a teasing smirk, you then played with his fingers until all but his pointer finger were curled into a fist. After a delicate lick, you took his bloodied finger into your mouth and sucked it clean. Loki could only groan low in his throat. You were perfect in every way. He may be king of all the nine realms, but anyone with eyes knew who ruled his heart. As a king and a god, he would not let just anyone sit on his throne, let alone kneel before them.

“Come, my love,” you whispered as you rose to your feet before him. “Let us get cleaned up.” You tugged his hand, urging him to his feet, and Loki obeyed. You took the end of your leash and placed it in his hand, returning all semblance of control back to him.

Loki tugged it to pull you in for one long and possessive kiss, a kiss that had you melting into him. A kiss that reassured both of you that the bond you shared was unbreakable. You were so much more than just a lover to Loki. You were more than his partner. More than a wife even. You were his partner in crime, and his other half. Together you would be feared throughout the realms. Your dark deeds would be sung for all to hear, and Loki could do anything as long as you were by his side.

With a grin, Loki scooped you up into his arms, and carried you down the steps away from the throne. “My darling,” he whispered in your ear, low enough to ensure none of the guards heard his words. “I am so proud of you. You were so perfect for me today. What wish can I grant you in return?”

You sighed softly as you rested your head on his shoulder and let him carry you from the grand hall and towards your chambers. “I want only you to hold me, my love.”

Loki smiled down at you, his heart nearly bursting with love and devotion. “And so, you shall have it.” He vowed before kissing your forehead.

“And perhaps some of that Midgardian ice cream I like,” you added on after a moment, knowing you had him right where you wanted him. Wrapped tightly around your finger. An adoring chuckle rumbled in his chest, as he fondly shook his head.

“Anything you desire, my queen.”

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Imagine # 949

Gif NOT mine.

If this gif is yours (or you know who's it is) please let me know, so I can give you/them credit.

Gif credit goes to - @iloveslasher (Unless told otherwise.)

Year posted - 2022

⚠️WARNING(S) - SMUT! (Blowjob, fingering, footjob, degrading, eating out, and some good ol' fashion double penetration.)

📝Note(s) - Poly!Billy, Stu & reader. Text in orange are text messages.

Enjoy. (^_−)

At first Billy didn't pay any mind to the growing heat against his thigh, engrossed in the film on TV. While his girlfriend (Y/n) sat perched upon his lap, and their shared boyfriend lay stretched out on the other end of the couch, with (Y/n)'s feet resting across his lap. However when he felt a pulsing throb against his thigh, Billy's attention snapped to (Y/n) solely. It had been subtle, but he felt it, and once he felt it, Billy became hyperaware of the heat practically radiating from her clothed pussy. The gore on TV kept (Y/n)'s attention like a hawk, and it had apparently sparked her arousel as well, that thought alone made Billy smirk.

Grabbing his phone, he subtlety shot Stu a quick text, smirking as he watched Stu read his words. "(Y/n)'s pussy is throbbing from the movie." Stu looked over, locking eyes with Billy before looking at (Y/n), who was to entranced with the movie to notice that they were no longer watching the TV. "How do you know?" Stu questioned through text. "Because I can feel it throbbing against my thigh right now." Billy sent back. "Are you serious dude? That's so fucking hot." Stu sent back with a smirk of his own. "I say we help our little Kitten find some relief." Billy suggested, the text nearly making Stu giggle with excitement, nearly. "I second that idea." Stu sent back his excitement evident on his face.

Setting his phone aside, Billy subtlety moved his leg forward, causing a little friction between (Y/n)'s legs. The sensation made her gasp quietly under her breath, apparently unaware of her aching cunts neediness. "You okay Kitten?" Billy asked in a false tone of concern, knowing damn well what he did. "I'm okay B." (Y/n) hummed back calmly, clearly choosing to ignore her arousel. But no, the boys were well aware of her arousel now, and they weren't going to just let it go either. So again Billy moved his leg, pretending to get a little more comfortable in his spot on the couch. And this time he managed to pull a content sigh from (Y/n)'s lips, who tried to cover it up with a quick yawn.

Stu decided to be less subtle, and went straight for grinding his half hard cock against her feet, which he now held by her ankles upon his lap. (Y/n) glanced to Stu with curious eyes, a small smirk tugging at her lips when Stu winked, before grinding against her again. But she turned her attention back to the TV after a moment, gently rubbing her feet against him, as a signal to keep going. That alone made Stu smug, and Billy moderately jealous. A common ooccurrence due to Billy's jealous nature, and because of how touchy both Stu and (Y/n) always are with each other, not that Billy truly minded.

So again Billy moved his leg, this time even bouncing it a little, smirking when (Y/n) moaned softly. "Enjoying yourself Kitten." Billy hummed with a hint of a teasing tone to his voice. "W-what?" (Y/n) stammered bashfully, tearing her eyes away from the TV. "I asked if you were enjoying yourself." Billy mused before bouncing his leg again, chuckling under his breath when (Y/n) gasped in pleasure. "I know I am." Stu chuckled as he grinded his bulge against (Y/n)'s feet. "Well Kitten?" Billy teased as he grasped her hips between his hands, pushing and pulling her hips to grind her against his thigh. "Enjoying yourself?" Billy asked again, loving the moans coming from her. "Y-y-yes." (Y/n) sighed breathlessly, the movie now completely forgotten by the three lovers.

"Good." Billy hummed taking ahold of one of (Y/n)'s hands within his, placing her palm against his cock, grinding into her touch. Stu grinned as he freed his cock from the confines of his basketball shorts, stroking himself a few times to lubricant himself with his pre-cum. Once he was satisfied he held (Y/n)'s feet together, slipping his cock between her feet, chuckling when (Y/n) gasped in surprise. "Stu what are you doing?" (Y/n) questioned, to distracted to notice Billy freeing his cock from his sweats. "Ah ah ah Kitten, you know you're not allowed to question us." Billy reminded her, turning her attention back to him as he used her hand to pump his cock. "Sorry Daddy B." (Y/n) hummed in submission, her eyes casting a hungry gaze to his cock.

"Prove it." Billy instructed as he let her go completely, smirking when she slid off his lap, resting herself between her boyfriends, her ass pointing towards Stu, and her legs now bent while Stu continued to fuck against her feet. (Y/n) leaned down happily taking Billy into her mouth, humming as she circled the head of his cock with her tongue. "Good girl." Billy praised, brushing her hair back with his eyes on Stu. "Her skins so soft." Stu mused with a dopey smile, sighing in pleasure immediately afterwards. "Pull her pants down." Billy instructed Stu, chuckling when Stu reached over with one hand, unceremoniously ripping her skull printed legging down her thighs, revealing her bare pussy to his hungry gaze.

"Fuck Billy, she's drooling everywhere." Stu practically whined, the sight of her glistening sex making his cock twitch. "Good." Billy hummed as he reached down to slip his index, and middle finger into her cunt. (Y/n) moaned around his length as she throated him, the squelching of her sloppy pussy making Stu snicker like an idiot. Stu eagerly reached forward with his left hand, slipping his ring and middle finger into her sex with Billy's, stretching her deliciously. The sensation of her lovers fingers pumping in and out of her cunt, making (Y/n) moan around Billy, her mind hazy with lust and pleasure.

"Such a filthy little whore our Kitten is, taking our fingers so eagerly." Billy chuckled, keeping tempo with Stu's fingers. "Such a slut." Stu agreed with a smile, his stomach twisting as he neared his end. "I'm almost there." Stu warned, licking his lips. "That's enough." Billy ordered, pulling his fingers from (Y/n)'s pussy, then removing her mouth from his cock, Stu following his lead quickly. (Y/n) whined in protest, whimpering when Billy slapped her. The sting minimal, because it wasn't a very hard slap, just firm enough to remind her of her place. "You know better Kitten." Stu mused as he and Billy stood up from the couch, leaving her there as they stood before her in their full glory.

"Sorry Daddy B, sorry Daddy S." (Y/n) pouted with shame, casting her eyes to the floor. "Look at us." Billy hissed as he grasped her jaw, his grip tight as he pulled her head up. "Open." He ordered, his thumb pressing into the joint of her jaw, prying her mouth open. She peered up at them, sticking her tongue out, knowing damn well what was coming. Smirking down at her the boys allowed their saliva to build on their tongues. They waited a few moments, knowing (Y/n) would get impatient and start to protest in one way or another. As predictable as ever, (Y/n) whined up at them needily. Moaning when Billy spit into her mouth first, quickly followed by Stu spitting into her mouth as well.

"Swallow it." Stu instructed, while Billy loosened his tight grip on her jaw. (Y/n) did as she was told, moaning again as she swallowed their spit. "Good girl." Stu and Billy mused together, Billy patting her left cheek, while Stu pat her right cheek, their touch soft and endearing. "What do you say Kitten?" Billy asked. "Thank you Daddy B, thank you Daddy S." (Y/n) hummed with a bright smile, placing a kiss against the pad of Stu's thumb when he brushed it across her bottom lip. "You're welcome Kitten." Stu smiled, his hands now pulling at her shirt, silently instructing her to remove it. Quickly she removed her shirt, giggling when Billy raised a brow at her, knowing what he was getting at, she then stripped out of her leggings.

"Spread 'em." Stu hummed as he lightly smacked her inner thigh, chuckling when she quickly spread her legs open wide, putting herself on full display. "You want first dibs?" Billy asked Stu, who chuckled before kissing the side of Billy's mouth. "How about we eat her together?" Stu suggested with a grin making Billy hum in approval. "Alright let's eat her together." Billy agreed, the both of them kneeling before her on the couch. Stu propped her right foot on top of his left shoulder, while Billy propped her left foot onto his right shoulder.

"Please Daddy." (Y/n) whined softly, directing her begging towards both of them, as they kissed along her thighs, slowly inching closer and closer to her sex. "Please Daddy I need you, both of you." (Y/n) begged again, a breathy moan escaping her when Billy wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking lightly. While Stu slid his tongue into her dripping cunt, thrusting the muscle in and out of her core. "Y-yes." (Y/n) sighed, her hips thrusting forward to meet them. A squeak coming from her lips when Billy smacked her thigh for moving around to much. "More p-please." (Y/n) moaned, yelping immediately afterwards when Stu playfully slapped her right tit.

Their fingers dug deep into (Y/n)'s thighs, pulling her thighs as far apart as they could, while Billy joined Stu in sticking his tongue into (Y/n)'s pussy. "Right there!" (Y/n) cried out suddenly, Billy and Stu hitting just the right spot, while their tongues swirled and thrust together inside of her. "I'm gonna cum, please Daddy let me cum!" (Y/n) cried out desperately, her legs shaking as she tried desperately to hold on until she was granted permission. Billy and Stu pulled away from her core, the lower half's of their faces covered in her juices. "Cum Kitten." They instructed simultaneously, before latching their mouths onto her core once more.

"Oh god yes! Billy! Stu!" (Y/n) cried out as her orgasm washed over her, stars in her eyes as she reached her high, both Billy and Stu working her through her orgasm. The pair of them only stopping when (Y/n) tried pulling away from them, the sensation becoming almost to much for her now sensitive cunt. "Thank you Daddy, thank you." (Y/n) panted for air, her heart hammering in her chest. Billy and Stu smirked at her, loving the blissed out look in her eyes. "You're welcome Kitten." Billy hummed. "You did so good Babygirl." Stu praised before pulling Billy into a needy kiss.

"Are you ready to take us?" Billy asked (Y/n) after he and Stu pulled apart for air. "Always." (Y/n) giggled as she spread her legs apart once more, inviting them to take her. "Such a slut." Stu shook his head with a girn, before pulling her up to her feet, and making her stand between him and Billy. "Dirty whores like you can take two cocks can't they?" Billy asked as he rest his hands upon her hips, standing in front of her. While Stu kissed her neck, his hands groping her breasts, and his body flush against her back. "She definitely can." Stu mused from her neck, grinding his dripping cock against her ass. "I can do it Daddy B." (Y/n) agreed with a confident nod of her head.

"Good then me and Stu are going to absolutely wreck your pussy." Billy hummed casually, his words making (Y/n) weak in the knees. "Ooohhh I love when we fuck her pussy together!" Stu exclaimed excitedly, pinching (Y/n)'s nipples, relishing at the whine she gave in response. Utilizing the nearby furniture to properly deal with the size difference between the three of them. (Y/n) moaned when Stu entered her pussy from behind, pulling her right leg up and out of the way, giving Billy better access to her. "Relax Kitten." He reminded her, as it had been awhile since they had taken her this way.

"I'm ready for you Daddy B." (Y/n) insisted, her eyes fluttering closed when he began pushing himself into her cunt with Stu. "Fuck that feels awesome." Stu moaned at the feeling of (Y/n)'s tightening upon Billy's invasion into her, their cocks flush against each other. "Y-yes!" (Y/n) moaned in delight, her back arching, her head lulling back to rest on Stu's shoulder. "Just a little more." Billy hissed through his teeth, a shudder running up his spine, as he forced himself the rest of the way into her stuffed pussy. "Oh my god!" (Y/n) cried out with a moan, her hips gyrating forward to get some stimulation. "Please fuck me, please please please Daddy fuck me." (Y/n) wined her left hand clawing at Billy's back, and her right hand clawing at Stu's right thigh.

"Well you have been good." Billy mused, him and Stu remaining still within her, teasing her. "Please!" (Y/n) cried out desperately. "Billy I can't wait much longer man." Stu whined, his cock throbbing almost painfully. "You're both so pitiful." Billy taunted, a grin tugging at his lips, giving a harsh thrust making both (Y/n) and Stu moan. Stu then snickered before joining Billy, matching his tempo to Billy's erratic pace. "Oh my god! You feel so fucking good inside of me Daddy! I'm so fucking full, so stretched!" (Y/n) cried out with a wonton moan, her grip on the boys tightening, making them moan. "You're so wet." Billy grunted with a chuckle, reaching down to roll her clit between his forefinger and thumb, making (Y/n) mewl in response.

"Fuck she's close, I can feel it." Stu hissed now kneading one of her breast with his free hand, still holding her leg up with his other. "I know I can feel it to." Billy huffed as he picked up the pace a bit, a faint moan leaving his throat when Stu matched his pace, the heads of their cocks rubbing together deliciously within (Y/n)'s pussy. All the while (Y/n) was left a moaning stammering mess, unable to form a coherent thought let alone sentence. "Nearly there!" Stu warned, his face twisted with pleasure. "Wait." Billy argued, desperate to make (Y/n) cum first, as always. "Go-gonna-" (Y/n) babbled between panted breath, making Billy and Stu chuckle smugly.

"Do it Kitten." Stu encouraged. "Cum for us Kitten." Billy ordered. Their words and their persistent thrusting into her now fluttering core, sent her further over the edge than she's ever experienced, making her nearly scream in pleasure as her orgasm washed over her. The tightening of her cunt was all Billy needed to begin pumping his cum into her, pulling Stu over the edge with him. The both of them practically growling as they pumped their combined seed into her greedy pussy. Afterwards the three of them nearly collapsed when they came down from their highs, but Billy and Stu were quick to catch their balance, instantly catching (Y/n) in their arms, because her legs were practically jelly at this point.

"That was amazing!" (Y/n) panted with a dopey grin, falling against Stu's chest, as he pulled her down with him to sit on the couch, placing her in his lap. "Fucking A it was." Stu agreed as he toyed with a stand of her hair. "You did good Kitten." Billy praised before pecking her lips and walking into the other room. When Billy returned (Y/n) and Stu were making out lazily on the couch, making him smile fondly at his lovers. "Spread your legs for me Kitten." Billy instructed as he knelt before her, a wet washcloth in hand. She pulled away from her kiss with Stu, to watch as Billy gently cleaned up her sex. His feather light touch against her sensitive skin making her sigh in content.

"Thank you Billy." (Y/n) cooed at him, moaning against his lips when he sat up to kiss her, his free hand kneading her thigh softly. "You're welcome Kitten." Billy hummed before turning his attention to cleaning up Stu. "I love you both so much." (Y/n) sighed dreamily, tracing Stu's jawline with her index finger. "I love you." Stu whispered before pecking (Y/n)'s temple. "And you too." Stu added playfully as he pulled Billy up by the scruff of his shirt, kissing him feverishly as a thank you for clearing him up as well. "I love you two." Billy chuckled as he pulled away from the kiss, leaning over to peck (Y/n)'s grinning lips. "Man who knew horror movies got you so horny." Stu mused at (Y/n) suddenly, chuckling along with Billy. "Shut up." (Y/n) pouted, squeaking when Billy bit her thigh.

"I think it's cute." He hummed making (Y/n) chuckle with a blush. "Thanks Daddy B." She cooed in a whisper, biting her lip playfully, her fingers threading into his hair. "Ready to go again already?" Billy teased, well aware of the look of lust pooling in her stunning orbs. "Maybe." (Y/n) murmured quietly, making Stu giggle as he pulled her legs apart. "I wonder if we could make her cum without touching her?" Stu mused making Billy arch a brow. "Could be fun to watch her squirm." Billy agreed, their words already making (Y/n) wet with desire. "You two are going to be the death of me." (Y/n) joked, well aware of their extracurricular activities. "Maybe we will be Kitten." Billy hummed. "But you'll love every second of it." Stu promised with a grin, making (Y/n) giggle softly.

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"Better Story, Improved Effects." Mickey Altieri X Reader.

Soooo I was re-watching Scream 2 last week while sick in bed and something finally clicked in my brain and I realized oh fuck, I love Mickey. So shit, here we are, his first smut! I dunno where this all came from but maybe it was just lying dormant under the surface and now it’s all out here to play and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it! Big shout out to @eggsandbeer for the title, beta reading and to her and ALSO @ace-of-clubs-and-diamonds for the help on his character and all the hyping up since this was my first time writing him.

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Part two now here.

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 7.3K. Mickey Altieri X FEM! AFAB! Reader. Warnings: Drinking. Cheating. You Are Randy’s Girlfriend. Shit Talking. Rude Behaviour. Manipulation. Making Out. Grinding. Dirty Talk. Vaginal Fingering. Oral Sex. Blow Job. Eating Pussy. Teasing. Banter. Orgasm Denial. Extreme Frustration. Bad Mouthing Randy. Filming. Sex Caught On Tape. Dub-Con. Voyeurism. Exhibitionism. Spanking. Masturbation. Cuckolding. Vaginal Sex. Squirting. Cream Pie. 

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The last way you wanted to spend your Friday night was attending a party solo and thoroughly annoyed with your boyfriend, and yet here you were.

You had been looking forward to unwinding from a hectic week with Randy, some drinks, getting a little messy, perhaps a bit publicly indecent. Then that turning from a kind of foreplay of its own to hastily finding a dark corner secluded enough to hook up with a minimal, (but still a very exciting and arousing), risk of getting caught. 

But no, sadly, instead of getting to do any of that you were walking up to the party already well underway totally alone and all because Randy had other plans he didn’t bother making you aware of until about an hour ago. He bought a ticket to go see some movie he had already seen a hundred times, a fact you pointed out quickly that had him replying with equal speed, saying, “But I’ve never seen it on the big screen!”

As if that makes it all okay and would quell your negative emotions and upsetness about him leaving you behind and kicking off his weekend without you. He made some over the top, big and grand promises about making it up to you tomorrow and you rolled your eyes with an unconfident, “Uh-huh”.

It left your lips before he proceeded to try and smooth his departure with a few kisses that you barely returned and on top of that didn’t do much of anything to smooth down your ruffled feathers. He left in short order and you finished getting ready for your night out in a huff. Did you pour some extra effort into looking good so he would feel extra bad and stupid for ditching you for some lame movie? Yes. Was that just a touch petty? Also yes but who could blame you?

Soon as you pushed your way through the bothersome cluster of assholes that were all hanging out and talking in the doorway, for some fucking reason, seriously, who does that? Your first order of business was getting a drink. 

The first one went down too quickly and quietly, you didn’t leave the drink station in the kitchen and certainly didn’t talk to anyone yet. One of your hands on the countertop as you gulped down the sticky sweet mixture. You made a second drink after the first and then decided to venture out and seek something out to make you forget about Randy, at least for a little while, the living room that was filled with music and people seemed like as good a place as any to start. 

He was hoping he might see you here tonight but seeing you here alone was an unexpected treat. He’d caught sight of you the second you walked in although you did not spot him right off the hop. 

He’d been keeping his eyes on you for a while and if Meeks was here there was no way he would have gone this long without latching himself onto you, he is many things, loud, opinionated, and fucking clingy. He doesn’t think there is a single time he had seen you two together where Randy hadn’t been hanging off of you, like he needed to touch you in some way at all times or he would be in physical pain otherwise. To be fair he isn’t sure he would be much better if you were his. None of your other friends were about and your expression told him you were upset, about what he didn’t know, and would he be a good friend if he didn’t walk over and check in on you? 

You on an average day was already a treat for the eyes but on a night out like this, when you poured in that extra effort was truly something to behold. He made his way over to you, sliding up beside you, a hand tapping you on the shoulder as he asked, “What’s with the frown?”

Your head snapped up, looking to see Mickey right beside you, hand hovering over your shoulder and smile on his lips but eyes concerned. “Is my bad mood so obvious you clocked it from across the room?” You follow the question up by taking a healthy sip from your drink.

A raise of his eyebrows as he brought up his own cup, he’d crouched slightly when greeting you but standing back up to full height and with a half shrug as he said, “Well it is kinda hard to miss when blue is very much not your colour.”

You stifle a laugh into your cup before saying, “Cute, very cute.”

A grin breaks out on his face, he already got you laughing less than a minute into him walking up, this was a great sign. “Soooo what’s up?”

“Ahhhh-” A dismissive wave of your hand as you raise your cup for another sip, and he laughs, a shake of his head as he points to you, “No, no ‘ahhhh’, something is up so spill!”

“I don’t wanna bring down your night.” You say honestly.

He scoffs, “Doubt that you could do that, and what are friends for if not to listen to whatever is eating you?” 

He made a good point. Maybe if you vented and got it all off your chest you would feel better? So you give in much easier than you probably should have. A heavy sigh and you take his hand with the one that wasn’t currently holding your drink, urging him as you say, “Okay, c’mon.”

Mickey brightens at the contact that you initiated as he lets you drag him off through the glass sliding doors leading to the backyard. 

Sitting on the back patio you proceed to spill your guts, the thump of the music lessened now that you were outside, much easier to hear each other and talk properly. When you finished filling him in he was less than impressed to learn of the reason for your bad mood, what kind of idiot was Randy to ditch you like this? He was of course, nothing but sympathetic to your plight and your pain but also that not so small and sick part inside of him saw this as a golden opportunity, a perfect way to hopefully do what he had been dying to for months. He just had to play it right. 

He started easy, saying, “Wow, no wonder you are so upset.” 

You exhaled with a nod as you leaned back in your chair and that led to him following up with, “I mean I knew Meeks was a fucking idiot but this might be one of the dumber things he has ever done.” 

A small shocked laugh spilled out and it emboldens him, he wants to lean closer to you but doesn’t want to push, not yet so instead he is continuing further before you could hope to respond, “Like does carrot top have any brains at all to rather pass up a party with you for a fuckin’ movie? I bet if I cracked his skull open all I’d find is some loose un-popped corn kernels and a pool of that artificial butter schlock they serve at the theatre he is at right now.”

“Damn Mickey, tell me how you really feel.” You responded before you giggled and he said with a sure nod, “I will! Randy fuckin’ Meeks is totally fucking brain dead for doing this and you should be pissed up at him.”

“Yeah?” You ask, fingers circling the rim of your cup and he said loudly, arms outstretched, “Yes! I mean Christ! What, you don’t think he deserves just a little bit of your ire for pulling this stunt?”

He makes a compelling argument. 

He had you smiling, had you laughing and more importantly, he validated your feelings. The more you both talked, the more he decried Randy’s actions and backed you up as your second drink was finished, you felt it. The annoyance, the anger, the unfairness, you ended up telling him a few more things, disagreements and issues minor in nature that Randy had done to upset you, things you think you would be over but when a bit tipsy and upset, venting, it all comes bubbling up to the surface. 

It really couldn’t have gone better, you giving him those few more insights gave him more chances to plant further unrest between you and him. 

You felt insanely heard and listened to, and maybe it was your overall mood, maybe it was a bit of the drink, but everything he was saying made sense, perhaps Randy wasn’t that great a boyfriend, this movie thing might be indicative of a bigger problem in your whole relationship. Your head felt confused but that was lessening, the longer you chat, the more he insists Randy’s behavior is fucked up, you find it harder and harder to deny that it held weight and made sense.

All and all the conversation was around a half hour before he was encouraging you to get up, saying, “Enough about that asshole, it’s Friday night and look around, it’s a party! He’s out having fun and you should be too.”

He was right again and you told him as such, feeling less burdened, lighter and overall excited to have fun and put those awful feelings aside for the time being. “Yeah! No more moping, fuck him, it’s his loss.”

“Hell yeah it is.” You get up and the pair of you end up marching back into the party. Another drink, talking about not as heavy topics, snacks, sitting in on a card game or two, watching part of a movie that was playing on the tv, and a few hours later you were sitting almost shoulder to shoulder watching a very spirited game of beer pong. 

You’d switched to water for a reprieve and during a small lull you said to him, “Hey Mickey?”

A questioning hum that had him turning his head to look at you, “Yeah?”

“Just wanted to say thanks for this. I was feeling really fucked up earlier and if you hadn’t stepped in I woulda had a totally shit time tonight but you completely salvaged it. So uhm, thanks.” 

He smiles, a shrug before he says, “Least I can do, I sure as shit wasn’t about to let you sit around all dramatic and morose.” 

You laugh before trying to defend yourself, “Dramatic and morose, huh? I don’t know if it was that bad.”

His silence speaks volumes. 

You speak his name in a questioning and warning tone and he holds up his hand, a wishy washy and wavering hand motion as he said, “Ehhh-” 

A scoff of mock offence bracketed with a laugh and you playfully punch him in the shoulder, “You dick! I thought you were saving me from my shitty boyfriend for the night! I didn’t know I was just trading one asshole for another.” 

He plays up the impact, rubbing his shoulder as if it actually hurt and he says, “I’m just being honest, I thought you liked me when I was honest.”

“Honest or mean?” You fire back with a grin and he says, “There’s a difference?” 

“For the average person, yes.” 

All the back and forth was very fond and fun. You were feeling much better than you had been earlier by now and you suggested, “Wanna get out of here? Go for a walk?”

“Sounds good to me.” 

You had no destination in mind. Just fresh night air and more conversation. As you meander about the topic, unsurprisingly considering you were talking with Mickey, the talking turns to movies. 

“What do you mean you haven’t seen Stab?” He asked dramatically aghast, way too loud and head up towards the sky as if God themself would have the answer he seeked and you laughed, “I just haven’t!”

“Well we can fix that, no, we should fix that.” He insisted, a wave of his hand encouraging you to follow as he changed course, you turn to follow, a small jog to catch up to him, “What is it that good?”

“God no! It’s garbage.” He said with a look over his shoulder towards you as if you were nuts for even suggesting it was good. You laughed, “Right, so it’s garbage and so I have to see it?”

“Naturally.” He said with a confident nod, hands sliding into his pockets as you fell in step beside him and you say, “Isn’t it not out of theatres yet? I doubt a show is gonna be happening past midnight.”

“No worries about that, I got a bootleg.” He assured and you asked incredulously, “A bootleg of this garbage movie that you don’t like?” 

“Do you not own bootlegs of movies you hate?” He asks and you say, “No because I’m not a fucking psycho unlike my present company apparently.” 

He laughs the comment off and soon you are at his place, you had never actually been here before. It was late but you weren’t in a rush to go back to your own abode alone, leading you to step into the door he was holding wide open. Wasn’t a bad place at all and you had it to yourselves, it was slightly cluttered but clean and no off putting smells or gross dishes or garbage so hey, a big win and a leg up on many other college living spaces you’d seen in your time here. 

Your eyes wander over the space, posters littering the walls, books scattered around and other items as he puts the tape in before coming to flop down beside you with a smile, “You ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.” 

The couch wasn't half bad, there was more than enough room on it for you and him and yet you didn’t stay far apart for long. As you watched and talked, Mickey pointing out flaws and inaccuracies, jokes and riffing you and he scooted nearer, until this moment right there, where you were just about shoulder to shoulder. One of his hands was on his own knee, the other one gesturing to the tv screen as he said, “I mean have you ever seen organs look faker? The colour is totally off, the blood spray should have been bigger and this is supposed to be outside! Where’s the steam?! The inside of a freshly ripped into body should be hot.”

It wasn’t like horror was your favourite genre and you are sure it isn’t his but you could appreciate the passion he held for the craft, for authenticity of film making, you keep the mood light tease, “Oh yeah because you know just what a murder scene looks like, right?”

He laughs, hardly managing to stifle it before he says, “You don’t know everything I’ve done, I could have all sorts of life experiences you are unaware of but besides that it doesn’t take a killer to know that based off the body's internal temperature if sliced into like that-” Another point to the screen, the mangled torso with the mess of red and innards on display, “-it would steam up in the fall evening air.” 

You hum with a nod and then a line read on screen was so bad he started up again with another joke that had you laughing in a way that made it hard to breathe. He was piling on, you leaning into him fully now and then that is when his hand makes contact, again only after you touch him first. 

A simple move from his own knee to yours, both cracking up and as you come down his hand doesn’t move, instead a simple squeeze as his gaze shifts from screen to you and back again. He is wearing that sideways grin that before tonight sure made your own stare linger a bit longer than it should for a person with a boyfriend, but now? It was having a different effect. 

You’d thought about it, mostly before you got with Randy, but Mickey was a really attractive guy, you got along absurdly well and tonight he treated you amazingly, was here for you in a big way when you needed him. You weren’t even tipsy any longer, you can’t blame the feelings he was giving you on the alcohol. You were only human and him encouraging you to feel your emotions, validating them, the close proximity and clear chemistry you both had wasn’t helping this either. You were positive he was into you. 

Were you seriously considering this?

He interrupted your thoughts, “You having a good time?”

The question startled you. Not just because he spoke but what he said, Mickey was a pretty self assured guy, the question might sound insecure in nature but it wasn’t spoken in a tone that lended to that. You play along and respond, “Yeah, yeah I am. Why do you ask?”

“Oh just know that what we got up to tonight probably wasn’t what you were initially planning to.” He responded with ease, not insecure, just concerned and you sighed, he was a really good guy wasn’t he? 

“Yeah it wasn’t but that isn’t your fault it’s Randy’s for ditching, besides what we did almost all of what he and I would have anyway plus some extra stuff.”

You gesture to the screen and the movie you certainly wouldn’t have seen were it not for him. He asks next, “Well glad I could help give you a good Friday night but that almost all has me curious, what exactly did you miss out on?”

You were painfully aware of the fact that his hand was still on your knee, your eyes drew down slightly at the maintained contact, your shoulders still pressed together, your thighs touching, you leaning into him has created multiple points of contact that you were only just paying attention to now. His body was warm, he smelt good and the question he asked made your mind run back to your intentions at the start of the night, of that semi public risky fuck you wanted to have with Randy. 

A subdued shrug, so small that if his eyes weren’t locked onto you and your shoulder on his he might have missed it, “Nothing two college kids in a relationship wouldn’t normally get up to post-party.”

“Ahhh.” 

The silence that followed was heavy and tension filled and he said, his eyes moving over you in a way that could be read as more than just ‘friendly’, “Shame I can’t help you out with that.”

Fuck it.

“Couldn’t you?” The question was spoken with your gaze raised, gaging his reaction, the slight raise of his eyebrows and confusion on his features meets the small uptick of the sides of his mouth, “What about Randy?”

“What about him?”  You bite back with a casual shrug.

This was too perfect for him but he still had to play this right. An amused exhale before he reminds you, “He’s your boyfriend?” 

“And yet I am here with you, alone in your place and on your couch with him nowhere in sight.” And any remaining gap was closed by you, leaning that last bit, one hand meeting his cheek and you tugging him closer to kiss him. As soon as you made that final move, as soon as your lips met his all bets were off, this was happening, patience and hard work pays off and he can take.

The response you draw from him is immediate, a soft groan, his hands moving, finding your waist, shifting his body and adjusting his posture to better return your sudden affection. You move with him, allowing him to do what he wants, take more of the lead, something he seemed to do with a startling amount of ease, as if he expected you to not only bend but to be into it.  

You were very much into it. 

It wasn’t like what you had with Randy was bad but he was relatively inexperienced when you got together and still wasn’t the most confident without some major prompting and praise. He was a good kisser but more than that you had a great rhythm off the hop, found a solid groove with a natural give and take that seemed to feed into one another beautifully. His hands feel good on your waist, they are grounding and it drives you to want to touch him further. The thumb on your hand still cupping his face swipes over his cheekbone and you tilt his face to be closer still, a move he permits along with your other hand starting on his side before wandering up the expanse of his chest through his shirt. 

His hands slip lower, you feel a rough press of him over your hips and then his hands on your outer thighs and he tugs, a further adjustment so you are underneath him, he is leaning further forward, his body starting to cover yours as the make out hastily progressed. The need overwhelms you first, he breaks the kiss and his lips drags down your jaw and further still, kissing over your neck and you arch, squirming your hips, grinding against him and he smiles against your throat from how well this is going so quickly. 

Your fingers hook in the neck of his shirt, tangling, twisting, you pull, desperate for more contact as you grind again, he nips lightly at your pulse and you moan again, softer and so sweet, addicting for him to hear. Another few passes of tongue and of teeth that have your thighs hugging his hips and the next grind that happens is mutual, as is the breath that is caught in your respective throats. “Fuck, you’re better at this than I imagined.”

The smile on his face shifts to a grin that is outright cocky, one of his hands on your hip he pulls, makes you grind on him in a way that has your head falling back with a sigh and he asks, “Have you imagined me like this a lot?”

Your hands don’t stop wandering his body, feeling him and when you don’t respond right away, more concerned with the next move of your hips and the subtle rush of pleasure, he continues, “Thought about me being the one doing this when you’re with your shitty little boyfriend?” 

A shake of your head,  but you don’t stop, you start to tug, a silent plea for him to take off his shirt and one he gives into as you say, “He’s not that bad.” 

He is sitting up on his knees, the lack of contact makes you want to complain but the fabric is peeled away and thrown to the side and any possible complaining is forgotten about. A scoff, “Sure, yeah, he’s a real great guy, hence why you were just grinding yourself all over me with your tongue down my throat.” 

A laugh that is too light all things considered, “Shut up.” 

He listens. Your hands on his shoulders yanking him until he is against you once more, your mouth crashing into his. Your body was warm and soft, you were talking about this being better than you imagined but he was stuck with the same realisation, you were a good kisser, had amazing give and take and of course the mental aspect, you were in a relationship but ready and willing, touching him, kissing him, it had him aching in his jeans. He started to tug on the bottom of your top and you broke the kiss in a hurry to free yourself of the constraining material. The sight of you in your bottoms and the pretty lace framing you up top turns him on so much more.

It progresses quickly after that. You spread below him on your back, your tongue parting his lips allowing his into your mouth, an action he completes with a small groan his wandering hands choosing to settle, particularly one finding its home between your thighs and you arched into his touch with a hushed, “Fuck yes.” 

He lets out a pleased hum, your hands work with his, removing the remaining clothing to give him better access and when there is the last layer between you and his touch he asks in a tone that is as humorous as it is sickeningly sweet, “Am I allowed to speak?” 

A hurried nod as you squirm, his fingers brush over you more firmly and he says, “You’re fucking drenched. I don’t think I’ve ever felt someone get this wet from just a little making out, how hard up for it are you?”

“Very.” Your breath hitches and he knows he’s found the right spot to focus on, fingers swirling over your straining clit through your damp panties. “Is he not doing what he should be?”

Your brain feels foggy, you are far more concerned with the sensation starting to wash over you, limbs feeling heavier, eyes half lidded and rocking your hips with the movement of his hand, “Who?”

He laughs, “Who? You already forgot all about him? That tells me everything I need to know that poor ol Meeks isn’t satisfying you.” Before any protest or defending of your boyfriend could leave your mouth he is tugging the crotch of your panties aside and feeling the bare heat of his fingers against you makes you gasp, head falling back against the arm of the couch. 

You try to push out what you wanted to say, try to tell him, “I-I didn’t forget M’ just, ugh, distracted, you-you’re distracting.”

“Awe yeah, I’m a really big distraction, do I make it hard to think?” He asks as his fingers pick up the pace, pressing more firmly you moan and nod, “Yes! You do.”

“I could make it worse.” He teases and he moves quickly. Still shirtless, in just his jeans he is on his knees and tugging you further down the length of the couch, underwear half on, your legs over his shoulders his head dips down and his strong but soft tongue licking that first stripe over your clit has you crying out with an arch of your back. 

He did make it worse. You couldn’t think properly as soon as the make out started, your mind was far too busy with him and the taste, feeling, the pleasure, it stole all logic and sense. With his lips wrapped around such a sensitive part of you, cradling your clit and sucking indulgently, pretty mouth latched on and tongue lathing over you between his lips, fingers digging into your hips and ass as he held you where he needed, you felt like you were threatening to fall apart in less than five fucking minutes. 

Panting out his name, heels digging into his well toned back, fingers scrambling against the corduroy like material of the couch cushions as the feeling built, if he kept this up you’d be cumming against his talented tongue in about two more minutes. Thighs squeezing his head as well as your erratic breathing clues him into how close your end is and he pulls back, the wet strand of spit, the leash connecting his mouth and your clit breaks as he moves back, his fingers take over, messy circles drawn and you whine as the edge backs off from the change in pressure and technique, “How are you doing up there?”

His own voice sounded rough with arousal, the knowledge that he is into this, getting off on eating you out makes another wash of arousal soak into your brain, heart still pounding as you tell him, “Good, so good, please Mickey, keep going.”

“Keep going?” He asks, his head resting on your inner thigh as his fingers continue to dance over your pulsing clit, your tongue darts out, wetting your bottom lip, a nod as your eyebrows draw together, “Yeah, please? I was getting close, an-and your mouth is, fuck, amazing.”

He preens under the praise, “Oh is it?” He is playing dumb as his thumb comes down and he pulls your clitoral hood up, nerve dense tissue exposed and vulnerable, he blows gently and you shiver, body tensing, Christ, how were you so sensitive that even air passing through his lips felt this good? 

“Ye-yeah, I wanna cum, please, please-” And he decided to tease you further still, he leaned in, tongue out and your eyes are wide, teeth tugging on your bottom lip, desperate to feel him again, for him to keep going, to push you over the edge. Less than an inch from contact he pulls back with a sigh, “I dunno-”

Your head tips back with a loud groan as you roll your eyes, “Fuuuuck, Mickey, c’mon, I’m dying over here!” 

“Yeah? Does it hurt, yet?” He asks and you do notice a distinct ache along your swollen walls, a throbbing pain of denial in your clit steadily building and how awfully empty you feel at this moment. 

“Starting to, yes.” You bite out and he says, “Maybe I should be nice and help you out.”

“Yes, please, please be nice to me.” You beg and with your head still back, staring up at the ceiling you are unprepared when he licks over you again, the yelp that leaves you makes him snicker before he says, “Sure, I’ll be nice, I’ll get you off.”

You ramble, babble out your thanks and his mouth is back where it should be, lips locked over your clit, licking, sucking, one of his hands sliding between your thighs and two fingers delve inside to aid further, you clench around them with a stuttered moan of his name. It takes about three minutes for you to be on the edge between him working your clit and his fingers fucking in and out of you, curling just so in and out again and again. “God, Mickey, don’t stop, don’t stop, M’ almost there-”

And then he does just that.

He stops, his fingers stay lodged inside of you, fingers pressed to that sweet spot he’d found with ease but no longer moving and you want to cry, you ask in completely frustration, “Mickey what the fuck?” 

“I know, I know, I told you I’d help you out and M’ gonna, soon as you give me something.” You are looking down the length of your body to him between your spread thighs and are just about ready to agree to anything so long as he’d make you cum. “What is it?”

The grin on his face is positively wolfish, he licks again over your clit and you inhale sharply, “Nothing big.” 

“No?” You ask and another lazy lick combined with a rock of his fingers he says, “No. I just want you to tell me I’m better than Randy is and I’ll make you cum your brains out.”

Your heart drops, you shake your head, for some reason, that wakes you up, makes the heat inside you cool, you feel like that is the line, that is too far, you say, “No, I-I can’t do that.”

He tsk’s, “Shit, guess you don’t want to cum that bad then.” He didn’t stop though. He didn’t pull away, far from it, he goes back to eating you out and fingering you he just kept fucking stopping before you could cum and he kept on posing that question, your juice painting his chin. 

“You wanna admit it yet?” And you kept on telling him, “No-no, I-I don’t ha-have anything to admit.” 

It made him laugh. He had two fingers three knuckles deep inside you, right now and felt your clit pulsing in pure frustrated need in his mouth less than two seconds ago but sure, you had nothing to admit. “I can feel how hot and worked up you are, how many times have I edged you already? You are a really, really bad fucking liar.” 

“M’ not lying!” You attempt to assert but your voice wavers, “No? So I’m not better than Randy? He makes you sweat and tremble like this before he’s ever even made you cum once?”

You bite the inside of your cheek and refuse to meet his gaze. You want to thread your fingers in that stupid sexy messy hair and grind on his tongue until he makes you cum, not have this stupid battle of wills.

“Mmm, yeah that is why you aren’t able to look at me, because I am so far off base.” He sounds unbearably smug and he slides his fingers out of you and you almost break, you want to sob and plead for him to continue but he is sucking the mess that had coated his fingers and you again feel your mind going blank at the visual. 

He is getting up and his erection pressed against the denim looks like it has to hurt, he was starting to undo his pants and said once he was standing at full height, “How about you return the favour though and see if your tune changes?”

That sounds way too appealing to you especially because you could pay him back with some torture of your own and torture you do. After taking in the sight of him bare, your mouth is practically watering, he looks frankly delicious and you intend to dine happily. Your hand locks around the base and you lean in, eyes staring up at his face as your tongue makes the first pass, intent on taking in his expression and how he reacts to the movement. It is positive to say the least, the slight inhale, the tensing of his muscles, and the small curse that spills out. Your tongue flicks over his flushed tip, tasting the ample pre-cum that he had been leaking, your lips close, a chaste kiss before you begin to move down one side of his shaft, he is impossibly hot and throbbing in your grip. 

This is going to be too easy. 

Is what you initially thought but you would also be very wrong, because even as you let him breach your mouth, even as you begin to suck and take more of him in, you don’t feel in control or empowered. You feel weaker and hotter, he made you feel so fucking good with seemingly such little effort that you being able to do the same, to pull such reactions out of him makes you want consider his previous offer more seriously. 

You try to push those thoughts away as you blow him.

You gag yourself, choke on him and it makes him groan your name, his hips buck, he fucks in and out of your lips stretched around him and drool slips out, slides down your neck as you hold his hip with one hand, the other around the base of him still, hand working him in tandem with your mouth. You look up again, his eyes are still on you, on the length of him sliding between your slick lips, his neck and chest blooming red, flush from pleasure painted over his features as he pants and you squeeze your thighs together. 

All in all you used your mouth on him for around five minutes before you break, pulling him out you ask, out of breath and needy, “Fuck me?”

Randy is coming inside after going to get himself some breakfast, it’s around ten AM, sun shining and he is carrying a stack of mail and thinking about giving you a call soon to make up for him bailing last night. The movie was a good time but he missed you, he didn’t do much after the movie, came back here and went to bed basically, he thinks you will probably be up soon. He is about to sit down on the couch when something catches his eye, namely, a tape half in half out of the VCR. He comes forward, he pulls the tape out and there are no markings whatsoever on it, odd. 

He is curious enough that he thinks why not, he shrugs and pops the tape in, he walks back around the coffee table and is flipping through the mail again but what he hears gives him pause, makes him stop. 

Hearing a very familiar modulated voice greeting him, “Hello Randy. Been a while. Seems like some stuff has changed for you, like the cute girlfriend, she’s new. I like what I have seen of her, how much I have seen of her, thought you’d be interested to see what she was up to last night that I managed to catch on video.”

And the voice over cuts out and instead he is hearing your voice, gasping out, “Mickey oh my fucking God-”

He pauses flipping through and looks up and what he sees playing out on the screen makes him gasp.

The video shows a well lit apartment, the main focus of the shot is a couch, the view is from the side and bent over the arm of the couch pointing at the lens is you, not a stitch of clothing on, fingers digging into blue fabric, open mouthed and moaning, with who the fuck else but Mickey Altieri behind you. He was fucking you and seemingly you were loving every second of it, your face twisted in bliss and rocking back onto him, “Yes, yes, yes-”

“Good?” He asked with a laugh and your head pitches forward, a shaky nod and you hum the affirmative, “Mmhm!” 

“Yeah it is, fuck you’re tight.”  His hand reaches out, he grabs your hair, wraps the handful around his fist and he tugs hard, you cry out and clench down on him making him suck his own teeth from the sharp jolt of pleasure, he is pulling your hair so your head snaps back up, making sure he is showing off your gorgeous expressions for the camera. 

Little did you know that when he passed by the camera set on the counter earlier to grab his bootleg he turned it on, that it had been running this whole time. It didn’t take much to edit it, or to add the voice over or for him to sneak it into Randy’s apartment either, honestly it was too easy if anything. 

Randy had dropped the mail and was slowly sitting down, he can’t stop watching as you rock yourself back, helping impale yourself on Mickey and moaning the whole way. His hand that wasn’t pulling your hair is sliding down and the cry that tears from your throat makes what he is doing obvious, fucking you doggy style and toying with your clit at the same time has you telling him in a few more thrusts, “Shit, oh, ohh Mickey, fuck, I-I’m close again, fuck-” 

“You gonna give it up? You gonna say what we both know is true?” He prompts and you shake your head, “I-I cah-can’t, Mickey, just, let me cum, please-”

“Not till you say it.” His hand is out of your hair and laying a hard hit onto your ass that makes your back arch and finally you can’t take it any longer, your confession pours out, “You’re better than him okay?! Fuck, fuck! You’re so, so much better tha-than Randy, make me feel so good, he-he’s a joke next to you, God, don’t stop!” 

“Oh there you go, see? Doesn’t being honest feel so, fucking, good?” Those last three words are bookended by a brutal thrust, another strong move of his fingers and finally you break, nodding along, agreeing as you cum chanting his name over and over like some broken and fucked up prayer, trembling the entire time as the pleasure tears through you and threatens to make you collapse. 

“What the fuck…” Randy asks quietly as he continues to watch the scene unfold, watch as Mickey keeps railing you totally dumb and you agree with all the fucked up things he asks, drooling and telling him, “You’re so good, so much better, keep, ah, keep fucking me, please!”

“You think I’m able to stop now? Not a fucking chance.” 

He can’t bring himself to turn it off. Even as you continue to insult him, even as Mickey makes you parrot back that Randy is quote, “A shit fuck-ing boyfriend who doesn’t deserve you.” 

When you say it though it sounds a lot more broken and pathetic, "He-he's a shit fu-fuck-ing boyfriend who-who doesn't deserve meeee-"

Randy gets shamefully, embarrassingly, painfully hard as Mickey fucks you harder and harder, fucks you through another two more orgasms and a few more good position changes. Watching you ride him while he has a hand locked around your throat is hard to take, but the worst has to be when Mickey has his arms wrapped around you, fucking up into you and you are just trying to take it, legs shaking and too weak to do anything else but cling to and kiss him as he has you, as he holds you. That sloppy kiss is broken, your eyes squeezed shut as you are telling him for the fourth time since the tape started, “Mickey, I’m close again, God, yes!”

And not only do you cum, not only do you sob out his name as Mickey’s hard dick slips in and out of your well fucked hole, no, you end up squirting too, something Randy didn’t even know your body was capable of. Your moan bleeds, cracks at the edges and the man fucking you laughs, a blissed out joyful sound of disbelief, “Holy shit!” 

The amount that comes out of you is impressive, he watches as the camera picks up the rivulets of liquid as they race down Mickey’s shaft and his sac and the quickly darkening stain under the pair of you as he doesn’t relent even for a moment. Mickey kisses you, deeply, sloppy and to add further insult to injury, after you are coming down from your orgasm, he breaks that same kiss he initiated and asked, “Randy ever make you squirt like that?”

And you laugh, eyes rolling back and a shake of your head as you breathlessly admit, dumb and cock drunk as you tell him, “No way, not once.” 

The tape doesn’t even stop there, it goes on until Mickey is the one warning you minutes later of his impending orgasm and it is like you become possessed, your hands lock behind his neck, a burst of energy, motivated, you ride with abandon and Mickey doesn’t even have to ask, you are too far gone, you are the one who begs, “Cum inside, don’t pull out!”

He should get up.

He should turn off the tv.

He should take out the tape and smash it to bits but no, he does none of those things. He watches helplessly as Mickey’s hands grip your hips so hard Randy bet’s they will bruise as he holds deep and unloads inside of you. Mickey let out a groan of your name and you shiver and Randy is sure you can feel every pulse of him as he fills you. 

The come down is sickeningly and stomach turningly intimate, he feels as if he is intruding on a private moment even though you are his girlfriend. He watches the kisses passed back and forth, the soft touches and he is about to wonder when the tape WILL finally cut when he hears that mocking voice of Ghostface again, “Pretty hot, huh? I think they make a good couple, what about you Meeks? You enjoy the sequel?”

And the screen goes black.

He sits there staring at the tv set for all of thirty seconds before he gets up and goes over. He doesn’t hesitate to hit rewind. He should talk to you, confront you about what happened, what this means, what you did but when the tape finishes rewinding he doesn’t do that. 

He takes his original seat and frees himself from his pants and guilty enjoys the second of what is sure to be many viewings with his dick hard and hot in his palm.

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"Jasper teaching Y/n how to ride him"

I ask, with all the love in my dirty, perverted heart. Fix it.

I ain't even gonna ask anonymously, because you know who it's gonna be.

(A/n: Your wish is my command~ (aka I'm lowkey scared of your wrath))

(Not proofread)

Word Count: 1,832

Summary- It's only fair that the cowbody gets cowgirled (Alternatively: TIME TO EAT, SLUTS🚨)

Warnings: Inexperienced reader, Creampie, Jasper calls reader "Darling," "Doll," and "Sugar" (I think there's one more, but I can't be bothered to scroll through and find it.) (It's not a missed warning - It's simply a surprise cunt throbber) (...sorry...)

Age Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

(This specific gif is a lil inside joke, dont worry abt it lol)

Jasper Whitlock x Fem! Reader: Most Dangerous Game

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Hands are everywhere- his hair, your jaw, his chest, your ass. Every touch makes as he moves from one place to another sets a trail of fire in its wake.

The kiss breaks with a gasp as Jasper's knee bullies its way between your legs, forcing you on tiptoe. The firm muscle bypasses the fabric of your skirt and presses against your barely clothed pussy in a way that sends your vision swimming. Even through your panties, the rough texture of his pants creates an addictive friction that causes you to chase more - rocking your hips down experimentally rewards you with even more of that coarse deliciousness and pulls a deep moan from you.

He wastes no time as you grind against his thigh, moving his lips to the hollow of your throat, licking and sucking at the area until red blooms across your skin in an intricate pattern of possession. Your hands desperately fumble to grasp anything they can, eventually ending up fisted in his hair. A warning growl rumbles deep in his chest as you tug on the soft blonde strands. Your proximity forces the vibrations through your own chest, weakening your knees.

Jasper presses closer, keeping you upright. His mouth finds its way back to yours as his hand comes up to your neck - fingers pressing into your pulse point as he tilts your head back to deepen the kiss. He eagerly drinks up your sighs as your lips continue to meet in a battle of teeth and tongue; it's becoming less of a kiss as the heat between you increases, but it doesn't matter. Not when you can feel just how hard he is against your stomach.

He all but swallows your keen when he flexes his thigh. Your hips stutter when your clit rubs against the denim; a cry of his name leaves you without thinking at the stimulation. Another, more vicious growl rips through you both as he yanks you away from the wall and walks backwards towards your bed. His lips never leave yours as he falls backwards, pulling you into his lap.

"The things you do to me, Darlin'..." Jasper mumbles into the kiss.

The new position forces his hard cock to press against you and you can't help but press down harder. The pressure causes your head to drop against his shoulder; causes your jaw to drop as Jasper's hands slip to your hips, rocking you firmly against him.

You can tell he knows exactly when your throbbing cunt pulses out even more slick: you can hear his sharp inhale as it pairs with the way his fingers dip tighter into your flesh.

"I want you to ride me, Doll. Can you do that for me?"

It's only then that your movements halt. Freezing like a deer in headlights, you look at him with your mouth slightly agape. Neither of you are strangers to sex - hell, once Jasper got confident enough to let loose around you, there was a month when you were damn near fucking like rabbits. But of all the ways he's taken you, you've never been the one to be on top.

What if you're bad at it? How would you ever get over that?

"Darling," Jasper's voice cuts through your thoughts, definitely feeling your emotional turmoil. "What's wrong? Talk to me, Sugar." His golden eyes bore into you with a different intensity than before. His once heated gaze now only harbors concern as his thumbs rub gentle circles on your waist.

“It's nothing…” you mutter moving in to nose at his neck, pressing small kisses along the column in an attempt to bring the mood back.

His grip on you shifts, pulling you back a respectable distance to read your face. “Tell me what's wrong, or we're stopping right now, Darlin’."

Oh. Serious voice… As the realization that there's no avoiding voicing your insecurity if you want to get railed - which you do -, your face starts to heat, embarrassment flooding your veins.

Ever the patient man, Jasper waits for you to find the least embarrassing combination of words.

“I've never-” God, your face feels like it could smelt iron right now… “I've never rode anyone; I, um, I don't know how…”

Your voice falters to a whisper, but you know he heard you.

A grin starts to cut its way across his face, leaving you to balk. You know he isn't about to laugh in the face of your anxiety right now.

“You know what- forget I said anything.” you mumble, moving to get up only to be unceremoniously yanked back down.

“Where do you think you're going, Sugar?” Jasper chuckles, ducking his head to try to meet your gaze.

Ever the avoider, you look to the side, opting to pout about it since you can't storm out to the room all dramatic like you wanted. One of his hands comes up to brush some of your hair you were hiding behind.

“I'll teach you.”

Your eyes snap to his finally as the heat in your face starts to creep down your neck. “What?” You choke out.

“I said I'll teach you how to ride,” Jasper says, the humor in his eyes underlined with something darker- hungrier.

Your mouth goes dry from the intensity in them. Gulping, all you can do is nod, words failing you for a different reason this time.

“Yeah?” He hums. “My pretty baby wants to learn to ride me?”

His hands trail down to your skirt, slipping under the hem to trace the elastic of your panties. “Why don't you take these off, Sugar…”

His voice may be gentle, but you know a command when you hear it.

You slide off his lap, standing on shaky legs as you slide the thin fabric down.

“Skirt and shirt too. I want to watch my cock disappear in you while you grind those hips against me.”

You'd be lying if you said that didn't make something sinful twist inside you.

Once all the offending fabric is gone, you take a deep breath. Right now this is nothing new for you. You've been naked in front of Jasper countless times, this is fine.

His eyes never leave you as he works on his jeans - unbuttoning and unzipping them before shoving them down his thighs along with his boxers. He curls two fingers to beckon you closer, other hand leisurely stroking himself, smearing his precum along the shaft.

Settling yourself back in his lap, you slightly fumble, trying to steady yourself. Back in new territory.

“Easy…” Jasper soothes, holding your waist. He stops fisting himself in favor of manhandling you into position.

Your knees are spread to rest just away from his legs, and your hips angled above him by the time he is done adjusting you. One of his hands slips down once more to line up with your slit.

“Drop yourself, Darlin’. Slowly,” he guides. “Once the tip is in, roll your hips forward as you move further down.”

And so you do. Steadily, you push yourself down and forward as his cock slips further and further into your waiting quim. Within seconds, your hips meet his and he sits comfortably to the hilt inside you.

“That's it,” Jasper mumbles, hands lightly stroking your sides. “Can you lift back up and repeat that same motion for me, Sugar?”

“Yeah…” you breathe. This isn't hard, you think, lifting yourself up, not hard at all. Your hands steady you against his shoulders as you rock back down.

Jasper's head falls back with a heavy breath through his nose. “Fuck.”

You still. Did you already do something wrong? You're only two bounces in- are you really that bad at taking direction?

“You're doing great, baby, but if you keep clenching around me like that, I'm not gonna last,” Jasper chuckles, gripping your hips to force you to move again.

And just like that, he once again soothes your nerves. Perks of knowing the ins and outs of emotion, you guess.

So, you start your movements again, allowing his hands to go back to simply encouraging you. As you move, you find yourself growing more and more confident - adding in a few circles along with your roll forward, spreading your knees to take him deeper - the noises your experiments draw from Jasper have your eyes slipping shut and your head lolling forward to rest against his cool collar.

As you ride, you can feel to need for more steadily creeping up to you, forcing your hips to move faster, for you to grind your clit against him as you chase your release.

“Goddamn it-” Jasper hisses, burying his nose in your hair as he inhales your scent. “You're a fucking natural, Darlin’. C’mon, Sweetness, cum for me.”

A soft whimper falls from your lips at the praise, your face heating as you nuzzle further into him. Your thighs are starting to burn, but the ache in your pussy, the pure need to cum, outweighs any discomfort in your trembling legs as you start to slam yourself harder and more desperately onto his solid length.

You can feel your release. It's right there; dipping in and out of sight in a twisted game of desire, but you'll be damned if you lose.

You clamp down on Jasper, the sudden tightness causing even more of the delicious friction you're craving. The deep rumble that drags from Jasper's chest only pushes you closer, more and more noises drip from your lips as you all but ravage the man beneath you.

“Come on, Darlin’, give it to me- let me see how pretty you look creamin' all over my cock.”

You hips give a final jerk forward when his thumb meets you clit, the swollen nerves throbbing at the sudden shock of cold. With a sharp cry of his name, you cum.

Your nails dig into his arms as you rock against him, trying to prolong your high as long as possible. Not that you could stop if you wanted to - Jasper's hands are back to forcing your hips down, chasing his own release.

His hips have started to jerk up into you, meeting you movement for movement as he draw closer and closer to his own climax. Rambled praises have started to fall from him as he holds you tight. From mumbling about how beautiful you are sitting atop him, to growling out about how good your pulsing cunt feels.

The world's most dangerous game. And you've won.

Just at your limit, right before the stimulation becomes too much, Jasper finally empties himself into your heat. You though his growls before rumbled you, but the absolute animalistic sound that rips out of his chest as he loses himself in you uproots your very being. The knowledge that you can bring such a powerful creature, *the* Apex predator to such euphoria - the fact that such a magnificent being has allowed you to share in this game - has you shuddering in his hold.

[booknerd203]

Forbidden-Part 2*

Pairing: Professor!Andy Barber x Plus Size Reader

Summary: What happens after the wild night with your professor?

Note: Just look at him all scrumptious 🥵

Warnings🛑: professor!andy, age gap(reader is in her 20s), physical violence(not from Andy or reader), allusions to smut

Part 1

You woke up in a warm cocoon of Andy, his body completely covering yours. His head laid on your chest, legs tangled with yours, one arm wrapped under you and his other across you with his hand cupping your breast. You found one of your hands in his fluffy hair, the other holding his wrist of the hand on your breast.

You couldn’t help but smile, feeling the slight ache between your legs. After the first time he fucked you, it wasn’t long until he was waking you up with his head between your legs, you even worked up the courage to give him a blowjob.

It was safe to say you’d had a wild night with your Professor. Luckily, you only had his class and an evening one today, and since Andy’s class was in the middle of the day, you got to sleep in.

“You look even prettier in the morning.” Andy rumbled, his deep morning voice making you shiver.

“My hairs a mess Andy,” you huffed, his answer only being a chuckle and sweet kiss to your jaw.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, kissing behind your ear and down your neck.

Both your hands threaded through his hair, the soft strands begged you to keep hold as you tilted your head for him to travel with his kisses. You wanted his mouth on yours, so with a gentle tug of his hair, your brought his lips to to meet yours. He tasted good, even in the morning. Chad would never do this with you, he wasn’t the affectionate type. Andy showed you what you were missing.

“I have to go.” you whispered against his lips.

“I want to see you again baby.” Andy whispered back, his hand at your breast gave it a squeeze.

He smirked when you gasped, letting his thumb swipe over your sensitive nipple. You squirmed under him, biting down on your lip.

“I have a class to get to, the Professor frowns upon tardies.” it was your turn to smirk as his turned into a full smile.

“I’m sure he’d let it slide for a beautiful woman, one he knows how she tastes.” Andy said as he tugged at your now hardened nipple.

“Honey, we don’t have time. I-” you whined, but Andy was quick to interrupt.

“Come to my office after class.” he grinned, stopping his torture as you pouted.

“Fine, only because now you made me super horny.” you grumbled with a roll of your eyes.

“That was my plan.” Andy chuckled, it turned into a fully belly laugh when you playfully shoved him.

You drove back to your apartment with a smile on your face and the ghost of Andy’s kiss on your lips. He certainly knew how to give a proper kiss goodbye. Your happiness didn’t last long however when you saw Chad standing in front of your door.

“You aren’t supposed to be here.” you said, clutching your keys tightly.

“Baby listen, I’m sorry about the past few days. I just…I had some stuff going on ok? I love you and want to make it all better.” Chad expressed with a fake look of sorrow.

You knew he wasn’t sorry, and you certainly weren’t taking him back.

“We’re done Chad, nothing you say or do will make me forgive what you did.” you hissed, pushing your way pass him and unlocking the door.

“Wait! Baby, please let’s talk!” he tried, but you quickly slammed the door in his face.

Chad proceeded to be more annoying as he followed you all the way to Andy’s class. You were supposed to meet Andy before class, but as your luck would have it, Chad made it impossible.

“I can help you! I can help you pass the class baby and we can spend days together! Just like old times!” he pleaded, grabbing your elbow as the two of you reached the door.

“I certainly don’t need your help since not only am I the top of Professor Barber’s class, but the top of my whole fucking class! Leave me the fuck alone!” you seethed, shoving him off of you just as Andy walked out of the classroom.

“Hey, everything alright?” Andy asked cautiously, but you didn’t give him an answer.

You definitely did not let Chad answer either as you stormed into the room. Andy looked at you, then back to Chad, arching a brow to which Chad scoffed at then stomped away. It was just you and Andy now, other students filling the room any minute now. You were getting out your things when you felt Andy’s presence, shifting your eyes up to him.

“What was that?” he questioned softly, you shrugged as your answer.

“Baby, do not fuckin’ lie to me.” he growled, hest coursing through you as you squirmed in your seat.

“Later Andy, someone might see us so go.” you mumbled, avoiding his eyes.

“I don’t give a flying fuck, tell me what’s wrong now.” he bit back, leaning into your desk with his hands at either side.

This was bad because now you could see his muscles bulging out along with the veins running up and down his arms. Not only that, but you could smell his scent that was absolutely intoxicating, reminding you of last night.

“Please,” you whispered, daringly brushing your pinky finger against the side of his hand.

Andy stared at your for a beat, then two before he gave a lift of his chin. Your stomach dropped when he turned and walked back to the front of the classroom, the tension of his muscles making it obvious he was angry.

After class, you didn’t go to Andy. The entire time he taught he wouldn’t dare look at you or even call on you to answer a question like normal. You figured it would be best to give him space to calm down, but another part of you wanted to crawl in his lap and ask him to hold you.

Andy💘: Why am I in my office without you?

Uh oh…

Babydoll❤️: Cuz you’re mad at me

Andy💘: Get your ass in here before I tan it tonight

Babydoll❤️: I need some time Andy

Andy💘: I think we need to have a chat and part of that will be between my hand and your ass

You couldn’t help the shiver of that message, he’d spanked you a few times the other night and you loved it. In a daze, you didn’t realize Chad had been walking behind you the whole time until he caught your wrist. He whirled you around to face him, a surprised squeal leaving your lips.

“How many fucking times do I have to tell you-!” you hissed, yanking on your arm.

“What is that on your neck?” Chad demanded, yanking you behind the building.

“No! Let go of me!” you yelled, unsuccessfully catching anyones attention since not a lot of people had evening classes.

“You fucking slut! You motherfucking bitch!” Chad roared, his hand seizing your jaw in a painful hold.

“Get off!” you gasped, panic flooding through your veins.

“Who was it?! Huh?! Tell me now!” he screamed, roughly shaking you.

Using all your strength, you fought back against him. Pushing and shoving while Chad shoved you against the wall painfully.

“Chad,” a deep voice, Andy, sounded through the alley.

“Stay out of this,” Chad angrily snapped.

“Should I get in contact with your father? Wouldn’t want another incident like a few years ago.” Andy raised his brow, your eyes widening as you looked from him to Chad.

“Fuck you Barber!” Chad spat, throwing your arm back with such force you stumbled back.

You and Andy watched him walk away, being certain he was gone.

“Office, now.” Andy growled, using every ounce of his control to not find and beat the shit out of Chad for touching what’s his.

“I-I want to go home.” you sniffled, staring at your feet while tears streamed down your cheeks.

Andy’s heart broke looking at your state, immediately rushing to gather you in his arms.

“N-No, Andy some-some-” you choked out, pressing your hands to his massive chest.

“Shhh baby, let me take you home. You’re safe now.” he whispered, laying a gentle kiss to your nose.

Andy safely got you home, following you inside. You were extremely grateful, relieved that finally someone in your life cared about your safety. Andy had stopped at his place to change, bringing stuff for a few days because no way was he leaving you by yourself. Not his girl.

“Sweetheart, let me see your face.” Andy called to you softly.

“Andy, honey it’s fine.” you mumbled, setting your stuff down while your back was to him.

Andy knew your tactic however and gently pulled your back to his front, his strong arms capturing you in that familiar warmth from this morning. Your body seemed to have a mind of its own since it completely relaxed into Andy. His lips kissed your cheek, the scruff of his beard made you shiver.

“Please?” he asked with another kiss.

Reluctantly, sort of, you turned. Andy carefully tilted your head, checking for any bruising.

“You had anything to eat baby?” he questioned, your reply was the shake of your head.

“Let’s order some take out, I’ll call and you relax.” he said more of a statement than a suggestion.

“I don’t want to be alone.” you blurted, grasping his tshirt tighter.

“Alright baby, just stay here.” he murmured, kissing your head before pulling out his phone and wallet.

After dinner, Andy ran you a bath. He was incredibly sweet and gentle, even sitting outside the tub so he could take care of you. It was strange, you’d never had someone go out of the way like this for your well being. Your parents definitely didn’t give a shit and now you realized Chad didn’t either.

“Baby?” Andy called, his lips skimming your ear.

“Hmm?” you hummed, shivering slightly as Andy scrubbed your skin with the loofa.

“You wanna talk about what happened?” he asked, leaning his bristly cheek against your soft one.

“I-…things-we-he’s never-” you croaked, tears welling up again as you recalled the interaction.

“Has he ever harmed you like that before?” Andy forced himself to ask, clenching the loofa so tight his knuckles turned white.

You noticed, seeing and feeling the anger radiating from him. Leaning slightly against him, you picked up his hand, holding it to your chest.

“Not like that, he’s-that’s…we never got into any physical altercations.” you fibbed slightly.

“Baby, don’t fuckin’ lie to me.” he growled, dropping the loofa and moving his big hand to turn your chin.

You looked into his beautiful blue eyes, full of concern and anger. It was hard to resist, so you went for it as you leaned the rest of the way, kissing his lips slow and gentle. Andy’s thumb caressed your jaw, his tongue lightly tracing your lips. You tried to deepen the kiss, getting up to your knees in the bath tub and throwing your arms around his shoulders.

“Sweetheart,” Andy murmured against your lips.

“Less talking, more kissing.” you mumbled.

“Unh uh, tell me the truth.” Andy said as he pulled back.

“Andy, baby just kiss me.” you pleaded, whining slightly.

“Y/n,” he growled, his demanding energy shocked through you.

“He backed me up in a corner…the day before I came to your house.” you whispered, watching his eyes go from concerned and angry to enraged.

“I’ll kill him he ever steps fucking near you again.” Andy hissed.

“Andy no, don’t, he’s not worth it.” you tried to say assuringly, but he was so caught up in thoughts of all that Chad had done to hurt you.

“But you’re worth something to me…and I’m not going to stand by and watch that asshole hurt what’s mine.” he claimed, two places spasming at his words.

Once you got out of the bath, Andy dressed you in once of his tshirts and helped you into a pair of undies. Andy stripped to his boxers and climbed into bed with you, turning on some game you weren’t paying attention to. You snuggled up into his warmth, throwing your leg over his big thighs. The background of the tv and Andy’s fingers combing through your hair lulled you into a peaceful slumber.

Andy checked if you were sleeping, the bruising starting to become more prominent. He reached for his phone, making some calls to be sure that fucker never touched you again.

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Pairing: Professor!Andy Barber x Plus Size Reader

Summary: It’s your first year of law school and your Criminal Law Professor isn’t anything like you expected…

Note: Huge thank you to @lerrieslovechild for helping me with this!

Warnings🛑: professor!andy, age gap(reader is in her 20s), smut(slight dubcon, dom/sub aspects, unprotected vaginal sex, overstim, spanking)

Part 2

For as long as you could remember, you’d always wanted to be a lawyer. Specifically one that deals with family matters. See, you didn’t grow up in the best environment. Both your parents were drug addicts and were deep into deals with local gangs, mafias, the whole hog. Since you lived in a shitty area, no one looked twice at how your parents treated you.

One thing they could give you was making sure you went and stayed in school. The time your mother showed any kind of parental concern was when it came to your grades. You’re not sure where you got the brains from and had no one to ask since both sets of grandparents were dead.

From a young age, you knew the only way of getting away from this life was busting your ass in school. Your teachers always doted on you, was the top of all your classes, and got a full ride to the best law school. Once you turned 18, you packed your shit and cashed out every single penny of your savings so your parents couldn’t get their dirty hands on it.

You passed your undergrad with flying colors, moving you on to the first year of law school. No surprise, it was hard, but your favorite class had to be Criminal Law. You went in everyday excited to learn, and it wasn’t just because of your super hot Professor.

Professor Barber was probably the hottest man you’d ever seen, not even exaggerating. From his beard, to his huge beefy arms, luscious thighs and even more amazing ass, you were mesmerized. You didn’t let that get in the way of your studies however as I’m sure others did. You actually cared about what you were studying, maybe partly because of the life you had, but you also knew this would be important for your future career.

Your boyfriend, Chad, hated that you had his class. He was in his second year of law school and also had Professor Barber during his first year. Chad also hated how the Professor seemed to make you his star pupil which was a load of shit. You never even spoke to your Professor unless it was answering questions in class or when he handed back your essays and complimented yours. Professor Barber also knew how badly you wanted to be a family lawyer and set you up with some of his connections, another thing Chad hated.

Chad and you had been together almost a year now, but things started changing once he found out your class schedule. He’d become extremely critical of everything you did and became hateful if you couldn’t hang out. Before then, he was really sweet and outgoing. He treated you right, the sex wasn’t the best but he tried, sometimes he’d send you your favorite flowers.

Midterms were coming up and Professor Barber assigned a big reading along with a 40 plus page paper. It wasn’t anything like he’d assigned before, so all your focus was in to this assignment along with the 10 other things from other classes. That’s when it happened…

Andy stared at your paper, confusion flooding his brain as this wasn’t anywhere near acceptable. Your papers were always his favorite to read, you truly had a gift for the world of law. He’d never seen anything like it in his 5 years of teaching. But this…something was wrong and he was determined to find out.

He couldn’t help but take an interest in you. Aside from the phenomenal work you turned in, you were the smartest one in his class. The way you answered questions and actually paid attention to the material made him feel something he’d never felt. He couldn’t lie about how your beauty struck him every time you walked in his class. He tried not to, but Andy couldn’t help sometimes to stare at your curves or think how it would feel to have you under him while he held on to said curves.

It was so wrong he knew, but he couldn’t help it. The passion that you expressed drew him in like a drug. So when he saw you come in the next day, tear stained cheeks, he saw red. It took all his control to not walk up to you and pull you in his arms. Instead he went through the motions of teaching but noticed you weren’t as engaged as normal.

After class, he stopped you and your heart sunk to your stomach.

“Yes Professor?” you asked timidly, looking up at the man towering over you.

“Do you have a class right now?” Andy questioned.

“No sir, I have a gap.” you murmured, trying to look anywhere but his blue eyes.

“Come to my office, I’d like to discuss your paper.” he said with a tip of his head towards the hallway.

He grabbed his bag, gesturing for you to follow him. You nodded and walked behind him, your mind only on what happened with you and Chad.

“Are you taking his cock y/n?!” Chad roared, his finger in your face.

“No! Why would you even say that?!” you screamed back, tears flowing down your cheeks.

“That’s all you fucking do is talk about Professor fucking Barber! Every time I call you you’re doing work for his fucking class! All your free time is spent with him and not me your fucking boyfriend!” he seethed, the anger in his voice terrifying you.

You cowered back until you hit a wall, Chad charging into your space.

“Stop it Chad!” you sobbed.

“Stop crying like a little bitch and admit what you did!” Chad growled.

“Get out!” you screamed, shoving his chest back.

After some more screaming, Chad finally stormed out of your apartment. You laid in bed that night crying yourself to sleep.

“Y/n? Honey?” Andy shook your shoulder lightly, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Sorry Professor,” you mumbled, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Take a seat.” Andy offered, pointing to the seat across from his desk.

You sat of course, laying your bag on the empty one next to you. Nerves bundled in your stomach as you looked at the handsome man. He stood in front of you, leaning back against his desk. He looked so damn sexy, yet casual if drove you nuts.

“Is everything ok? This paper…well y/n this is nothing like you usually write so I’m concerned.” Andy started gently.

“I-” you started, your voice croaking as tears resurfaced.

“Sweetheart, you can tell me. You’re safe here, it’s just us.” Andy whispered, daringly moving a stray hair from your cheek.

“I’m sorry Professor Barber, I just…I know it’s not my best. I’ve had a really bad past few nights it just-I-I know it’s not an excuse.” you blubbered, crying right in front of your Professor.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry, it’s alright honey. It’s alright. Tell you what, I’ll help you. Come to my place after your classes, then you can turn it in again, but that’ll be your final grade.” Andy said, your eyes widening.

His place?

Your Professor-your very, very HOT Professor wanted you to come over?

“I-I’m not sure.” you sniffled, glancing up into his eyes.

“I’ll give you my number, text you my address.” he whipped his phone out, handing it to you.

Stupidly, you typed your number in. Were you really about to do this? Logically, you could use his help, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to go to his place. What you weren’t prepared for is the moment everything would change…

You knocked on his door, biting your lip as you thought about running back to your car and going home. At the same time, you wondered what this night with your teacher would bring. He opened the door, his sexiness upping by a gazillion since he’d changed out of his usual suit into jeans and a long sleeved tshirt, a chain hanging from his neck that you wanted to grab on to. A chain you could see dangling above you as he fucked you silly.

“Hey sweetheart, come on in.” Professor Barber smiled, stepping aside to give you room to walk in.

“Thanks again for helping me Professor-” you started.

“Andy, call me Andy outside of school baby.” he said softly.

Andy…

Baby…

“Ok, um Andy. Thank you for giving me another chance and offering to help.” you smiled a bit, getting out your laptop from your backpack.

After hours of writing, Andy looking over it, editing and talking all things Crim Law, you were finally able to resubmit your paper. Andy deemed it perfect and that you two should celebrate with a drink. He pulled out his finest whiskey, pouring you both a shot.

“To the amazing y/n.” he grinned, clanking his glass to yours.

“Not sure about that.” you giggled, throwing the shot back.

Andy set about making you an actual drink, throwing that smirk at you that made your clit throb. God you wanted him so bad, and the alcohol didn’t help. Especially when he handed it to you and you clumsily spilt it all over yourself.

“Oh shit, you ok?” Andy asked, grabbing some towels to try and save your drenched clothes.

“Yeah, I’m so sorry.” you whispered, embarrassment flooding through.

“Baby, nothing to be sorry for. You can borrow something of mine and I’ll throw your stuff in the wash.” he offered, taking your hand and guiding you to his room.

Andy handed you one of his shirts, showing you to the bathroom while you changed. He hoped like fuck he wasn’t messing this up, the itch to touch you was driving him insane. Watching you work made his cock achingly hard, he almost had to excuse himself so he could jack off to the dirty thoughts he had in his mind.

He stopped breathing when you walked out, swallowed up in his shirt. All his control went out the window as he prowled to you, picked you up, and tossed you on his bed. A startled shriek escaped as you landed roughly, gulping when Andy pulled his shirt off. His jeans went next before he finally put a knee in the bed, crawling up to you.

“Andy-” you breathed, putting your hand to his chest.

“Tell me you don’t want this.” he growled, heat soaring through your body as you stared up at the beautiful man.

When you didn’t answer, Andy took that and slammed his lips to yours. You couldn’t control the whimper that flew out as you tangled your tongue with his, your hands taking that time to explore the muscle and ridges of his back.

“Fuck, really wanna eat you baby but we’ll have to save that for later.” Andy grunted, yanking his shirt off you.

“Later?” you squeaked, shivering when he nodded his head.

You didn’t have time to even think about being exposed to him, you were so hot and bothered and extremely tuned the fuck on. Sitting up, you threw your bra off while Andy took care of your panties.

Andy yanked you down to the end of the bed, spread your legs, and viscously thrusted inside you. The pain of his cock shot through you yet it felt so fucking good, your back arched from the bed as a pathetic moan rang out into his room.

“Christ baby, so fuckin’ perfect. Look at you, so wet and fucked out already.” he smirked while savagely slamming into you.

“Andy!” you squealed, pleasure spiking way to fast, faster than you’d ever felt.

You could feel it coming, you recognized the feeling yet you’d only ever been able to do it to yourself. This would be your first orgasm during sex, and your Professor was about to give it to you in a way you’d never forget.

“You gonna cum already sweetheart? We just got started.” Andy grinned, holding your hips tighter as he pounded in faster.

“An-Andy I-I’m gonna-” you gasped as your whole body tightened, your orgasm sweeping over you.

Andy smiled menacingly as he watched you, the most beautiful woman lose it taking his cock. He didn’t plan on stopping anytime soon either as he flipped you over, smacking your ass harshly as he pulled you up to your knees.

“All mine now baby, my little slut to do whatever I want with.” he growled, laying another smack to your ass.

You whined against the sheets, shakily pushing up on your hands as you looked over your shoulder. Andy stared into your eyes as he stuffed his cock back into you, watching your eyes roll back as your head fell forward. He reached around, finding your clit and rubbing just as harshly as he hammered into your sore pussy.

“Andy, it’s too much!” you sobbed, another orgasm crashing over.

“Mmmm I know my baby can take it.” he hummed, continuing his movements while you could only sit there and take it.

Orgasm after orgasm, your last one with you on your back with your legs over Andy’s shoulders when he finally let go and planted himself to the root. You were so gone with pleasure you didn’t get to watch, and you secretly hoped there would be a time you could.

Andy was careful with his baby, cleaning her up and tucking her into his side. The two of you shared lots of gentle kisses until you passed out with your head on his chest. Andy finally felt like he’d found the person he’d been looking for, and he was going to do whatever it took to keep you.

[booknerd203]

🍓 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬. || 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤!𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐜𝐰: 𝐚𝐛𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐦 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐠 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐬, “𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲” 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲!𝐚𝐮 & 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

The last thing you remembered from the day you were taken was the sunshine. You’d been out at a cafe during the day — sitting on a patio, in flourished white iron chairs under an awning in the city. The sun was warm and children were out playing, laughter filling the park across the street. You’d been drinking lemonade from a glass, the sugary sweetness cooling you off as you chattered with a friend.

You had even made it home and locked your door. Nothing alerted you to danger, you were humming to music playing from your phone, dancing in the little kitchen.

You noticed candy on your counter, with a note from your roommate — or so you thought — inviting you to have one. A grin crossed your expression as you tasted the strawberry candy, licking the sugar from your fingertips.

The floor swayed beneath your feet as you stumbled back to your bedroom, your vision blurring. Reaching out to the wall to brace yourself, your eyes fluttered open to reveal a figure in your bedroom.

Strong hands supported your weight, your head spinning from dizziness. You sagged into unfamiliar arms, your body going limp as it betrayed you.

“Just relax doll.”

.🍓.

The first thing that hit you when you regained consciousness was a dull, throbbing headache. You attempted to lift your arms to hold your head, only to find you couldn’t move them. Fear turned your blood to ice as you blinked your eyes open, met with an unfamiliar room.

The walls were painted a pale pink, white trim running along the floors and ceiling. White frilly curtains hung over the windows, ones that had bars on the outside and were undoubtedly locked and bulletproof. There was a hand-painted pink toy box that matched a small dresser, along with a mirrored vanity with a plush pink stool sat in front of it. There was a small table in the corner — one that had crayons and coloring books, and a few shelves with stuffed animals on them. It looked like a little girl’s room, exceptionally feminine and delicate.

You were in a bed with a princess canopy hanging over it, under a pink duvet and in between white sheets. Your wrists and ankles were bound to white metal bedposts, pink leather cuffs hugging your soft skin.

A terrorized scream broke through your lips as you began to fruitlessly struggle, attempting to kick and scream. Goosebumps burst on your skin as you realized you were naked under the duvet, horror seizing every inch of you.

The door swung open, a tall and very muscular brunette running in. Silvery blue eyes were wide with worry, searching the room for an unseen threat, as if he were used to seeing you tied up in a bed.

Your chest heaved as you froze, your screams abruptly stopping as you stared at the man. His brown hair was fluffy, and he had a rather stunning face with a bit of scruff — a man you would’ve found dreamy in any other setting.

“Why’re you screaming, babydoll? Are you hurt?” He asked, walking to your side.

“Let me go!” You cried, yanking on the cuffs.

“I certainly can’t let you up until you’ve calmed down, little miss. I can’t have you hurting yourself,” he knelt next to you, pulling the duvet down to inspect you, making sure you were unharmed.

“What’s going on?” Tears rolled down your cheeks as you weakly kicked your feet as much as you could in the restraints.

“Oh, babydoll, no tears,” he hushed softly, reaching up and brushing the moisture off your cheeks.

Confusion muddled your thoughts as he touched you tenderly, speaking gently to you even as he refused to let you up.

“I brought you to come live with me, so you could be safe from all the horrible, scary things out there. You’re my baby and I want to spoil you and protect you because I love you,” he explained as if it made sense.

“I don’t even know you! I want to go home, let me out!” You screamed, wriggling away from him.

“Silly girl, you are home. Good girls don’t scream at Daddy, and I’d hate to have to punish you,” he warned, squeezing your cheeks in his vibranium hand, making your lips pout.

“You’re a fucking psycho!” You hissed, making the gentleness immediately vanish from his gaze, replaced with a dark, sinister glare.

Dread swept over you, fear prickling up your spine as he looked at you with an appetite for violence. You instantly regretted your hateful snark, terrified by the way the man gazed at you.

“Daddy asked you nicely to behave. Little girls do not use nasty words or scream or kick at their daddies,” he sneered, his voice lowering dangerously.

“I’m sorry…” you breathed.

He frightened you, and you began to cry harder as he walked over to a little white cabinet under a window. He retrieved a strap in harsh black leather, the instrument standing out in stark contrast against the soft room.

“No,” you whimpered as he neared you with it.

Your ankles were chained together and lifted up, bending your knees to your chest and held down, though you were too afraid to kick at him when he looked as terrifying as he did then.

“If you struggle, I’ll only hit you harder, got it?”

The leather cracked down on your ass, the skin pulled tight and exposed to him, the position entirely unforgiving. Pain seared over the afflicted area, your brain barely having time to process the first hit as more were delivered. Your captor beat your bottom and the tops of your thighs completely raw, deep bruises and welts already forming on the skin.

You were sobbing so hard you couldn’t breathe, choking on sobs and trembling as you nearly passed out from the pain. It burned through your skin, feeling as if your entire backside was on fire. Bucky had lost count of the blows, somewhere after forty, and you assumed he must tire after a while, though your cruel captor only seemed to hit you harder the longer he continued. You thought he’d never stop, and you drifted into unconsciousness before he finally dropped the strap onto the bed, admiring the deep red welts and purple and black bruises that were already beginning to rise to the surface of your skin.

.🍓.

Bucky gently rubbed salve on your battered skin, sighing as you winced, even in your state of unconsciousness. He truly did hate to hurt you, but you needed to learn to be obedient, and starting off easy on you would do you no favors in the long run.

His mind traveled back to the first time he saw you, long before the day he’d followed you home and drugged you with candy. Bucky had followed you for over seven months, building this home out in the middle of nowhere as a safe house for the two of you. He’d seen you giggle, trying on a dress in a store with your friends, walking out of the fitting rooms to model it. They had teased you, saying it was too girly and looked to young for you, and he’d noticed the way your face fell. That’s when he decided he had to protect your sweet innocence.

He’d adjusted you to lay on your stomach, attempting to minimize your pain as much as possible. You were starting to wake up as he rubbed your back, slowly regaining consciousness. The sun had set and risen again, casting the soft golden glow of the morning into little pockets of light on the floor.

Your head was hazy, your mind only registering the warm sting from yesterday’s punishment. A deep sigh escaped your lips, your lashes fluttering against your cheeks as you wished to pretend it wasn’t real, and the man rubbing your back was only a dream.

“How’re you feeling, babydoll?” Bucky asked you, noticing you’d awoken.

You didn’t answer, at first, only prompted when he tapped your thigh over a bruise.

“Tired!” You gasped out.

“Does it hurt?”

You nodded shyly, noting that your wrists and ankles were also raw and tender from struggling against the cuffs.

“Poor baby. You won’t need these anymore once you learn to behave,” he sounded sympathetic, looking at where your skin had been rubbed raw.

“You can’t have solid foods while you’re recovering, but I’ll get you all those yummy nutrients you need. And while you eat, we can go over some rules so I don’t need to spank my sweet girl again,” he said, tapping your nose.

Your lips trembled as you began to silently cry again, this time too afraid — and in too much pain — to scream or act out.

He helped you sit up, attaching your wrists and ankles together so you couldn’t run or struggle against him. Bucky held you in his lap, sitting in a rocking chair in the corner, while putting a bottle to your lips.

“Shh, it’s just ‘til you’re able to eat solid food, sweetness,” he bummed as tears leaked from your waterline.

He cradled your head and eased the bottle into your lips, feeding you a warm, too-sweet creamy liquid. It was pink — or maybe it just looked pink through the bottle — and it tasted like vanilla and strawberries. You felt weaker as he forced you to drink from it, your mind growing bleary and the will to struggle slowly ebbing away.

“That’s it, doing so well for me, doll,” he praised softly.

“I’ve got simple rules for you, even your precious little head should be able to understand them. You will address me as ‘daddy’. There will be no screaming or fighting, no making messes, and no trying to run from me. I expect you to obey what I say and not to give me attitude. I know you can do it, darling. I’m going to take such good care of you here, and spoil you to death,” he smiled at your sweet face, kissing your cheeks.

His words make you sick to your stomach, your mind feeling over what he was saying to you. All you could do was cry, not yet ready to accept your fate as his little doll.

.🍓.

After six more days of bottle-feeding and drifting in and out of consciousness, and rubbing your wrists and ankles raw, you had finally given up.

When Bucky came into your room in the morning, you were lying awake, unmoving.

“Daddy?” you whispered softly, ready to do anything he wanted just to be let up. Your head was a little hazy from the bottle he’d given you the night before — the ones that were likely drugged to make you pliant.

“Hi, sweet girl,” he gently brushed some hair from your eyes with vibranium fingers.

“I’ll be good, I promise. Please let me get out of bed,” you begged, gazing up at him helplessly.

“You want up?”

He smiled as you nodded, leaning down and uncuffing your ankles first. His touch moved to your wrists, releasing you from the bonds, giving your skin a break.

“Oh, baby, your skin,” he sighed, rubbing a metal thumb over the raw, tender skin.

“Hurts,” you whimpered softly, and he looked at you sympathetically.

“I know. We’re going to get you nice and taken care of, don’t worry. How about a bath?” He offered, helping you stand.

You were unsteady at first, having to hold his biceps for balance as you felt weak on your feet.

“A shower?” you tried as he helped you into the bathroom.

Bucky gave you a disapproving look, making you sink back away from him.

“Little girls take baths. Since you’ve been sweet I’ll let you pick what kind of bubbles you want in it.”

You looked at your options before quietly picking the lavender. He ran water in the huge claw foot tub, letting it raise far higher than you were used to, before pouring generous amounts of the bubble bath and bath salts in the water.

“Come here, babydoll,” he helped lift you into the tub, the water raising to your chest.

Silent tears slid down your cheeks as he washed you, humiliation following his touch as he massaged soap into your body.

Fear prickled down your spine as he lowered your head into the water, preparing to wash your hair. It occurred to you how easily he could drown you then — and how powerless you would be to stop it.

Bucky hated seeing you cry like you were — especially when you had no reason to, in his mind. He was being tender and spoiling you. Bucky doted on you as the scent of lavender wafted around you and bloomed from his touch. He washed you gently, squeezing the water out of your hair as he pinned it up.

“Don’t cry, you’re alright,” he soothed, rubbing your back and letting you sit in the water for a bit, enjoying the heat on your sore, aching muscles.

You stared at the slightly purple water, slowly disassociating from the moment. His touch on your body felt foreign, frightening you. Hiccuped sobs began to break through your chest, spilling out your lips as you struggled to breathe.

“Shh, I’m going to get you something to help, just let me dry you off first,” Bucky attempted to console you, helping you out of the water as he realized you were beginning to panic.

You shivered in the cold air, water dripping down onto the fluffy bathmat you stood on — soft and shaped like a strawberry, a theme that seemed to be common in your surroundings.

Misery hung heavy in your bones as he rubbed you down with a warm towel, kissing the curve of your shoulder. You winced as he gently dried between your thighs, though his touch didn’t linger. Another towel was used to dry your hair, and he payed special attention not to pull.

“We’ll get you dressed and then calmed down,” he promised, leading you back into the bedroom.

You were keen to be dressed after the week being spent nude, though your face fell as he opened the wardrobe, revealing the clothes for you.

Bucky knelt before you, sliding delicate pink panties up your legs, kissing the little bow on the hem. He pulled out a pink romper-onesie next, one that had tiny melody’s on it. The little girl’s pajamas were sized to fit you, playing into Bucky’s deranged fantasy.

He took you back into the bathroom, helping you sit on the countertop while he fetched a first aid kit, intending to take care of where the cuffs had rubbed your skin raw. Little sniffles filled the otherwise quiet room as he gently soothed the irritation with a cream before wrapping them in white bandages.

“Gonna be all better soon,” Bucky promised before kissing the afflicted area.

You said nothing, staring straight through him, your shoulders still shaking in horrible anxiety. You felt like you were teetering on the edge of a panic attack, and he was sensing it, trying not to act stressed to overwhelm you.

“You look so pretty, doll,” he praised, patting your bottom gently before picking you up.

You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck, fearing you’d fall, though his grip was firm under your thighs. He carried you out of the bedroom, into a living room that was just off an open kitchen, so Bucky could watch you as he cooked.

He set you down on the rug, telling you to sit pretty while he made you a bottle. You made a face as soon as his back was turned, detesting the way you were being treated. Though a part of you — a dark part, buried very deep — held a sliver of curiosity of how nice it would be to be taken care of, without having to worry about anything other than pleasing him.

You shook the thought away, your eyes scanning the room, looking for an escape. The windows were bulletproof glass, sealed shut with bars over the outside. The door was steel, appearing like a safe door, that had several deadbolts requiring keys. You were trapped in the house, and upon parting out the window, there was a high stone fence around the property, just barely in view through the fog. Even if you did manage to make it outside, it was unlikely you could get far.

A little gasp left your lips as he lifted you up off the floor, manhandling you without so much as a second thought. Bucky sat you down on his lap, situated sideways so that he could cradle your head in his arm. Your legs draped over the arm of the chair, and you were forced to gaze up at him as he picked up a bottle.

“You said—” you began to protest, interrupted before you could argue that you were capable of eating solid food now.

“My anxious girl, just drink so you can feel better. Stop arguing with me,” he chastised, guiding it into your mouth even as you squirmed on his lap like a bratty child.

One hand held your jaw, while the other held the bottle in place, forcing you to drink as the liquid leaked onto your tongue. You blinked away tears, looking up at Bucky helplessly as they slipped down the sides of your face.

“I know, you’re so overwhelmed, huh? It’s okay, just drink and it’ll all feel better soon, precious doll,” he soothed, pressing delicate kisses to your forehead as you drank the strawberry milk.

Drowsiness consumed you, leaving you limp and pliant in Bucky’s arms. He watched over you lovingly, doting on your and tracing shapes along your skin. Stuck between sleep and reality, you snuggled closer into the warmth of his chest, absolutely melting Bucky’s heart. He kissed your head, whispering softly about how sweet you were for him, praising you and telling you he loved you. The words sounded far away, blurring with your vision, barely heard over the rhythm of your own breathing.

.🍓.

You startled awake at the ghosting touch of a hand on your bare thigh, your body jerking back against the wall for cover as your eyes snapped open.

“Did I scare you? I’m sorry my baby,” Bucky apologized profusely, frowning at the way your chest rose and fell erratically and your gaze wide with fear.

“I just was checking your panties, you were moaning quite a bit on the monitor,” he smirked, kneeling beside your princess bed.

You were no longer cuffed to it, allowed to sleep in peace — or at least while your wrists and ankles healed from all of your useless struggling.

“I wasn’t dreaming,” you insisted, lying through your teeth.

You had been dreaming, and you’d been caught doing so. In your unconscious mind, you had explored the possibility of him fucking you, though you were in a setting where you wanted to be with the gorgeous man, instead of trapped in a sick, infantilizing fantasy of his.

“Daddy!” You squealed as his palm came down hard on your ass, stinging through the thin fabric of the panties he’d put you in.

“I don’t like lying little girls,” Bucky snapped in response, making your head lower submissively back onto your pillow.

Horror hung heavy over you as he hooked his finger in the crotch of your panties, pulling them aside to inspect your pussy.

“You’re all wet and desperate, poor baby,” he sighed, thumbing through your folds and sending a shameful shudder of arousal up your spine.

You shot him a wounded look, hating to be touched so intimately by the man you were terrified of, yet desperate for the relief that came with being touched in such a way.

You turned your face into your pillow, letting the pink fabric hide your blush and embarrassed tears as your hips rocked shamelessly against his hand. Bucky was thouroughly amused by your actions, intending to drive you to an orgasm just to see you come around his vibranium fingers that were now pumping in and out of your cunt. He reached down to rub your clit, toying mercilessly with the little knot until your thighs were shaking, and you moaned helplessly. Your walls clamped down on Bucky’s fingers as you came, gushing everywhere and making a mess on his hand. Soft sobs of embarrassment made your shoulders tremble, misery settling in as the euphoria wore off.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Bucky lifted you from the bed, setting you in the bathtub as he filled it with warm water.

He frowned at your squirms as he carefully wiped between your legs, washing the come from your skin. You sniffled pathetically, wriggling away from his touch.

“You’re going to be a brat after I let you come?” Bucky snapped at you, earning a wounded look.

“M’not being a brat,” you whispered defiantly.

He finished washing you up, being notably less gentle than before. Even as he dried you, his hands rose to cup your breasts and tease your nipples until they were hard and aching in the cold bathroom. You didn’t fight him, knowing better after you’d already gotten on his bad side that morning.

“Aren’t you going to dress me?” You questioned as he moved to sit on the chair in the corner instead of going to your wardrobe to pick out a frilly outfit for you.

“After I put your attitude back in line,” Bucky answered, grasping your forearm and pulling your naked body over his lap.

“Daddy…” you complained softly, squeezing your legs shut together to obstruct his view of your puffy sex.

“Count them. Or are you too little to count?” He taunted, landing his first spank against your bottom, your skin immediately stinging.

“One,” you breathed, residing yourself to endure the spanking, nauseous fear rising in your throat as you remembered the last time he’d beat you unconscious — and how it had taken a week before you could comfortably lie on your back.

“F-fifteen,” you sobbed as he groped your burning hot skin after finishing your punishment.

“You don’t talk back to daddy or resist him. Understand?” Bucky asked, making you stand in front of him.

“Mhm,” you sniffed, tears falling onto the carpet as you cried.

He slipped you off of his lap, and you sat between his legs on the floor and sobbed, your face resting against his thigh. Bucky gently stroked your damp hair, hushing you softly before lifting you to your feet.

“Does it hurt?” He asked, mortifying you as he leaned forward and gently kissed your smarting backside.

You nodded, and he reached up and wiped your tears from your cheeks.

“That’s why you have to be good for me, so I don’t have to hurt you,” he said sympathetically, as if spanking you had wounded him.

“M’sorry, daddy.”

You were shivering in the cold room, pressed against his body for warmth. His touch was gentle, fingertips gliding up your back, a softness you leaned into, savoring it while it lasted.

A whimper escaped your lips as he pulled out of your arms, and Bucky hurt at the noise.

“I’m just getting you something to wear, baby. Though you do look perfect naked with a nice red bottom,” he teased, making you blush hard.

You gingerly stepped into white panties, wincing as he pulled them up your legs, kissing along your thighs as he went. The fabric scratched your irritated skin, making you squirm as he held your hips. You allowed him to slip a baby pink jumper over your head, one that was much too oversized and hung down to your mid-thighs. You were thankful for the loose clothing, your aching thighs less uncomfortable than they would have been in pants.

You wandered over to the vanity while he searched for some frilly socks for your feet, your eyes scanning the contents of the drawer. You pulled out a strawberry chapstick and applied some to your lips, staring at yourself in the mirror. Bucky slipped the socks on you before turning you around to face him.

“I love you, baby,” he murmured before cautiously kissing your lips, unsure of how you’d react.

You found yourself kissing him back, melting into his chest as his warm hands settled on your waist. His tongue gently parted your lips, smiling as he found you tasted like strawberries. Sweet and innocent, just like the rest of his baby. You were breathless when he broke away, your head spinning.

“Tell me you love me,” he murmured against your cheek, his hands sliding under your jumper, needing to touch your skin.

“I��” you began, wanting to obey but feeling sick and twisted and confused.

“Tell me,” he hissed, his grip tightening on your soft waist.

“I love you, daddy,” you whispered, a tear sliding down your cheek.

. 🍓 .

PART TWO

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Even If It Kills Me Masterlist

New Series that takes place in 1985, 7 years after the events at Camp Nightwing. Nick is 23 and reader is 20. She is also the sister of Tommy Slater.

WARNINGS: extreme possessiveness, obsessive nick, dark content, smut, angst, fluff, swearing, mentions of blood, toxic friendship, descriptions of blood, descriptions of smut, jealousy, praise kink, breeding kink, size kink, first time smut, hand jobs, oral (f receiving), oblivious reader, graphic content, stalking, character deaths, descriptions of death, drinking, mentions of drugs, choking, strangling, degrading thoughts, self deprecating thoughts, assault, descriptions of assault, descriptions of injuries

Series Summary: Nick has been in love with you for many years and now he’s finally got you all to himself. The only problem is, you’re a Shadysider and he’s the golden boy from Sunnyvale. And your best friend hates him. And he hates her.

P.s: Nick is in his early 20s so he will look more like Sutherland’s Nick rather than Zukerman’s x

Total Word Count: 62,770

Title loosely based off this song <3 (slowed is just so much better) 

0-Prologue/The First Time ♡︎ (500)

1-Coincidental Meeting ♡︎ (3.5k) 

2-Valentine ♡︎ (2.9k) 

3-Dinner For Five ♡︎ (7.5k)

4-Something Blue ♡︎ (11.9k)

5-The Break Up ♡︎ (5.1k)

6-Sober Thoughts ♡︎ (6.2k)

7-The Move To Sunnyvale ♡︎ (6.1k)

8-Black Around The Edges ♡︎ (6.2k) 

9-Bury A Friend ♡︎ (3.8k)

10-Goode’s Prosperity ♡︎  (8.4k)

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𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐻𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐻𝑜𝓁𝒹𝓈 𝒜𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒫𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇

Summary: Loki Holds all the power in his hand when he wants you.

Pairing: Loki x Plus-sized! Reader

Word count: 844

Warnings: 18+!! SMUT!, IMPACT PLAY KINK! ( well my attempt at it lmao) Spanking, DOM! Loki. Use of a flogger. Language, unprotected sex.

A/N: My first kinktober fic. I hope you enjoy this. As always let me know if I missed tagging something!. Kinktober23 list

From the minute you walked into the room, he had his eyes on you, and as you drew nearer to him, they followed every step you took. His desire for you increased as a result of the intoxicating scent of your perfume. Loki looks down at the garment that hugs your body and contours flawlessly.

His eyes lock onto yours as you raise your head to meet them. "Darling, you look delectable tonight, I just want to ruin you." He pulls off your dress with a flick of his fingers. He was naked from the waist up and stood tall. He stretched his stance, a perfect arc of long limbs from his heavy boots leading to the top of his huge cock. Signature leather tights rested snug to his firmly formed hips. His hands traced the contours of your figure, feeling each line for signs of resistance. He couldn't locate any.

"Take me, my prince," you said as he placed his palms on the curve of your ass, which had been peeking out from his favorite panties on you.  "Mhm, I think I just might have too," He said, as he became transfixed on your sallow eyes that were looking up at him.

When your palm was turned upward and cupped his rigid length through the cloth covering it, he tipped his head back and gasped in pleasure. He slowly backed away from you as his eyes tore through your body. He was aware of your previously existing wetness, slickness, and readiness for a full-on fuck.

A long flogger emerged within his right palm, which blazed. He wielded it like a weapon, the lashes enclosed in dark green leather and glinted in the firelight as it stretched towards you.

The rough leather caressed your face, delicately tapping you once. His eyes glinted as he slid the tool between your breasts, assessing your obedience. "Turn around, my dear, hands down…ass up." His rich voice, filled with sensual need,  shot a rush through you, leaving you wet and longing for his touch.

As he pulled his rapid attack through to completion, the flogger hurt vibrantly on the delicate flesh. As you prepared for the next wonderful stroke, you caught sight of the god's backhand out of the corner of your eye; Thwack

Each one pushed you farther into the bed. As he marked you again and again, his unrestrained hand found its way to the bottom of your back, cursing dirty insults that made you tighten. Your mind raced; Thwack

As he took his fill, you whimpered like a whore against the covers. He was lethargic. Purposeful. loving each flawlessly timed measure of his dominance's theatrics.

You wanted to be satisfied with the blistering heat inside you more than anything, for his magnificent cock to comfort you from within and out; Thwack

"Only a couple of more, my Love…you're performing so well," he said softly as he reached down to kiss your backside. He moved his long fingers along your curves and reached your yearning cunt, his name spilled from your lips, increasing to the origin of pleasure which he knew so well.

You felt like you were floating on air, engulfed in the pleasure and agony of his every touch. As he took his hand away from you, the angle altered dramatically. As he unfastened his pants and gripped both of his hands onto your hipbones, the flogger slipped to the floor. His breath caressed your face as he pressed his chest against your back. "Give in to me now, my little slut," he hissed as he slipped his cock into you from behind. "Come around your master's cock, envelope me in your devotion…" His voice got raspy as you gasped, finally feeling him inside of you.

Loki's speed quickened with each thrust, and he lifted his palm and placed a harsh slap on your redden ass as his sperm spurted into your urgently keening cunt as you longed for the pressure his pelvic thrusts offered. "Fuck.. Yes right there, darling!" he thrust one last time, and you fell over the edge with a strangled shout of your prince's name. You both dropped onto the bed, exhausted. As he wrapped you in his arms and kissed you tenderly, his moist hair fell into your eyes.

"Darling, this was phenomenal…" he breathed as you kissed him on the neck. His chest vibrated with heavy breaths, and the salt of his sweat that accumulated on his muscles clung to your lips as you kissed him again. "We certainly must do this again."

"I agree," you giggled, the comforting afterglow of your climax calming the stinging feeling on your lower body. "It felt amazing, but my ass is sore now" He chuckled darkly as he twisted over you, trapping you to the bed as his hair fell to your face and your waiting lips.

"I know a different thing that might be able to ease your mind of the soreness" He declared lustily over you, as he began to kiss his way down your abdomen.

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Dark!Steve Rogers x plus size reader

Things have been going pretty great recently- you’ve gotten a promotion at your job, you’ve been on a couple dates with the guy you really like and now your best friend has invited you over for a home-cooked meal and a chat! Something was bound to go off the rails.

Warnings: DARK FIC PLEASE READ WARNINGS, dub-con/non-con, sex pollen, unprotected sex, smut, forceful impregnation, implied pregnancy, dark!Steve, kidnapping, breeding kink, reader is tied up, drugging, gags, Steve is delulu, squirting, plugs

WC: 2.6k

Minors DNI

Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

Steve’s invitation over to his place wasn’t unusual and was, in fact, greatly welcomed. It had been a hell of a long week and you were dying to talk about it with someone. So you happily jumped on your bike and travelled as fast as you could to his home just outside of Manhattan. 

The blond was waiting at his front door for you to arrive with a huge smile on his face. “Rogers you are a life-saver!” You called out as you parked your crumbling bike at the side of his house.

Steve shrugged and accepted the warm hug you offered. “Just doing my duty ma’am.” He planted a kiss on your temple as he ushered you into the warmth of his home. 

You sighed in relief as the smell of Steve’s famous beef stew washed over you, chasing away the autumn chill. A shiver rolled up your spine, shaking off the cold that had settled into your limbs on the bike ride over. “Are you sure I didn’t need to bring anything? I always feel bad when I turn up empty handed.” You let Steve take your coat off for you.

He glanced at you from over his broad shoulder as he carefully hung up the worn coat next to his leather jacket. “Your company is all I could ask for doll, you know that.” You rolled your eyes at him as you toed off your converse.

“You say that every time.” He chuckled and then retorted.

“So you really should have learned it by now. I like taking care of you.” He gave your arm an affectionate squeeze before leading you to the dining room where dinner was already set up for you both. An open bottle of your favourite red wine sat next to what must have been bread rolls he baked himself and an antique soup dish you had given him for his birthday.

“Oh Steve this looks amazing!” A faint pink blush appeared on his cheeks before he cleared his throat and pulled out your chair for you.

“It was nothing really.” You melted into the dining chair, happy to finally be sitting after a long day. Steve took his place to your right at the round table, immediately grabbing the not-so-cheap bottle of red and pouring you a generous glass before pouring some for himself. You took it upon yourself to serve you both a healthy amount of stew.

You raised your glass to your best friend who smiled broadly and brought his glass to your own, producing a delicate sound. “Thank you Stevie. It’s been too long since we’ve done this.”

“I have missed having you around doll.” He took a sip of the wine as you smiled kindly at him.

Silence settled over you both as you dug in. You were two rolls down and almost done with your bowl of stew when Steve spoke up again. “So what have you been up to? You seemed pretty busy during our last call.” 

You swallowed the bite you had just taken and bashfully glanced away. “Not all of us are the retired Captain America, Stevie.” He rolled his eyes and you continued. “Well I got a promotion at work! It’s not a very big one but I’ll have some more responsibilities and a better pay.”

Steve brightened, his blue eyes sparkling with glee. “That’s great doll! You absolutely deserve it. You’ve been working there for way too long without any sort of recognition.” 

“Exactly! And well,” You awkwardly cleared your throat, taking another sip of wine to wet your suddenly dry mouth. “I’ve been seeing someone. It’s not serious yet but I’ve had a crush on him for forever so ya know.”

“That’s great! I’m glad that you’re having some fun.” He swallowed the last of the wine in his glass. “More wine?” He offered and you nodded.

“And what about you, have you been getting out there?” Steve settled back into his seat, readjusting his navy polo which had wrinkled slightly with his movement. His cheeks were flushed once more but this time a little darker. “Oooo has someone captured little Stevie’s heart?” You teased, propping your chin up on your hand.

He scoffed at you. “I’ve had the same crush for 5 years now, doll, things never change.”

“Really? And you still haven’t made a move on her?” He breathed out heavily through his nose, shaking his head.

“You know, I’m not really that guy. And I like the way things are now.” He smiled and then reached to grab the paddle but only succeeded in knocking his spoon from his own bowl. “Shit.” He hissed but you laid a hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t worry, I got it.” You bent over and retrieved the silverware from the hardwood floor, handing it back to your friend as his right hand slipped something into his jean’s pocket. His smile was a little wider now and his eyes held a gleam of something you couldn’t quite recognise.

“Thanks doll.” You waved him off in favour of taking another sip of wine.

“So what else do you have planned for tonight?” You attempted to ask but your voice suddenly sounded slurred. You cleared your throat to try again but this time no sound game out. Your head felt like it was made of lead and the tips of your fingers had gone numb. “Steve.” You managed to stammer out.

“Wow, I didn’t think it would work that fast.” He mused almost to himself as he held a small, half-empty vial of clear liquid up to the light. “Well, it was made by Hydra so I shouldn’t be so surprised.” He chuckled lowly then looked at you.

“Oh doll, it’s ok. Don’t try to fight it, just close your eyes. It’ll be easier that way.” You tried to stay awake but you were just so tired. As your eyes fluttered shut, the last thing you saw was Steve as he took you into his strong arms and laid a kiss on your head. “Sweet dreams doll.”

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It was the heat that woke you up. An unbearable warmth that seemed to crawl over your skin and seep into the deepest parts of yourself. You groaned and tried to stretch away from whatever was causing such great discomfort but you found that you could barely move your limbs more than an inch in any direction. 

“I wouldn’t move too much, it’s only going to make the knots tighter.” That was Steve’s voice but everything was pitch black. “Oh sorry doll, let me fix that for you.” A silky fabric brushed across your face as it was pulled away from your eyes and suddenly, you could see.

You were in Steve’s bedroom, that much you could tell. But the curtains were drawn and the only light came from several lit candles that were scattered about the room, distorting your sense of time. You tried to open your mouth to ask what was going on but you couldn’t speak. Another strip of fabric was stuffed between your lips, keeping them only slightly ajar and allowing no sound to escape. “I hope you don’t mind but I would rather not have you screaming and ruining all this.”

Steve stood at the foot of the bed, completely naked. You squeaked at the sight and another wave of heat rushed over you. He just laughed. “Don’t be shy doll, I couldn’t let you be the only one that’s naked.” Your body seized in fear as you finally looked down.

He was right, you were naked as well but unlike the super soldier in front of you, you were bound down. A rope around both your ankles had your plump legs spread wide, exposing your core to him as your wrists were tied above your head. There was a pillow beneath your wide hips, leaving your lower half propped up while your shoulders pushed into the mattress. 

You suddenly thrashed, the reality of the situation dawning on you. But it did you no good, instead the ropes became tighter, quickly cutting off the circulation to your hands and feet. Steve clicked his tongue like a disappointed parent would and grabbed your ankles. “I told you not to struggle, doll, and now look at what you’ve done. See this is what happens when you don’t listen to me.”

He gently pulled the knot on your left ankle back, loosening it just enough for the blood flow to return. He repeated the process with the other side then crawled onto the bed. Your eyes widened with terror as he planted himself on his knees right between your legs and leaned over your soft body to grab at your wrists. From this close, you could see how the dark hair along his chest trailed all the way down past his prominent abs, leading to a thick patch at the base of the largest cock you had ever seen. 

Steve tutted and yanked at the cord and the feeling returned to your hands once more. “There you go, doll. Now I need you to stay perfectly still or else.” He said, laying a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose. He sat back on his heels, his gaze firmly fixed on you.

It was like he couldn’t help himself. The tips of his fingers brushed against every inch of skin that he could touch, marvelling at how utterly soft and warm you were. You groaned through the gag. Each time he touched you, it sent an electric shock through your system that only made your body burn even brighter. “Oh doll, you’re so sensitive aren’t you. Don’t worry I’ll make it all better.”

Huge hands cupped your breasts, his thumbs immediately touching your pebbled nipples. “Perfect. Absolutely perfect.” Steve dipped down and kissed each one before giving a cheeky lick at your sternum. “They’ll be even more perfect when they’re nice and swollen with milk for our baby.” Your mind screamed at your body to move, to fight him but instead, a rush of wetness ran down from your cunt, staining the sheets below you.

“Would you look at that.” He hummed in awe. “You must love that idea too. Well don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you, like I always do.” 

Steve readjusted on top of you so his stomach pressed into yours and his face was right above you. You could feel the hard length of his cock come to rest against your cunt. He groaned and rocked his hips forward. “You’re so wet doll. I bet that I could just slide right in.” Your eyes slammed shut but apparently that was the wrong thing to do.

Steve’s hand was suddenly on your jaw and he squeezed. You yelped behind the gag, pain erupting from under his fingertips. “You keep your eyes open. You watch this. You watch me. Do you understand?” He snarled, his grip getting tighter and tighter until you forced yourself to nod, opening your eyes once more.

Immediately, the terrifyingly angry look on his face dissolved back to a kind smile. “That’s my girl. Now you keep looking at me ok. This is a big moment for us, this is the beginning of our new lives. You’ll see. Everything will be perfect.” He kissed your lips over the gag before pulling away with an excited expression.

“Just lay back and let me do all the work, doll. You’ll never have to lift a finger again.” His hand slipped between your bodies, lining the head of his cock with your entrance. “It’s ok, you won’t feel any pain, the medicine I gave you earlier took care of that. It also had the added bonus of counteracting any birth control in your system.” For a brief moment, you seemed to come back into your body, just as he breached you.

You screamed, Steve just moaned. “S-so tight.” His head dropped between his huge shoulders as his fingers curled into the pillow below your head. He was panting with the effort of forcing more of himself into you as you struggled to take him. The stretch was so much that you felt the air get knocked from your lungs but the further he thrust, the lesser the fire burned within you. 

Pleasure rippled through your veins like a drug, setting every nerve alight with an ecstasy you had never known. By the time he finally bottomed out, his muscular thighs meeting your plump backside, you were already dangerously close to cumming. Your mind was quickly going hazy, like tv snow settling over your thoughts, your conscious struggling to find any good reason why your best friend shouldn’t be doing this.

“I’m going to start moving now.” He whimpered through clenched teeth. You could only wiggle your hips in response. The first thrust was soft, almost tentative. But when you’re back arched and you mewled behind the gag, that set him off.

Steve punched into you, each thrust almost directly targeting the deepest points of your cunt, rocketing you to an orgasm you did not want. “I’m going to fuck you like this every day until I know you’re pregnant. Keep you tied to this fucking bed as you should be. Because I deserve this, I deserve a loving wife and children. And you’re going to give it to me because you love me.”

The knot in your stomach wound even tighter as he shifted backwards so he could now thrust upwards, directly into your g-spot. “All those dates with other boys, those stupid crushes, even getting a job so far from me. It was all to get my attention to get me to prove myself to you. That I could be worthy of giving you all the children you could ever want.”

You were practically drooling now, your eyes rolled back in your head. “And now I have you. I’m going to fucking breed you and keep you that way. You’ll always be pregnant. Fuck! You’ll look so beautiful with a big round belly, letting me wait on you hand and foot while you grow our little ones.” He throbbed within you as his thrusts started to hitch. 

“All you have to do is cum. Just cum doll and we can start our new life together. Cum doll, for me.” And then you shattered. Stars exploded behind your eyes and a stream of wetness escaped your overly full pussy. Steve groaned into your hair as you tightened around him, suckling him in as deep as he could go and he met his own end. One last wave of heat washed over you as he threw his head back and roared his release. 

As you both slowly came down from your highs, Steve carefully slipped from you, going slow enough to prevent any of his seed from escaping. “That’s my good girl. Just stay right there.” He leaned over to the bedside table where he grabbed a small blue plug which he quickly slipped between your sore lips. You hissed as it went into you but he just cooed and lovingly rubbed your hip as he set it in place.

“There we go. Now get some rest doll, I’m not stopping until I know you’re pregnant.” And despite the panic that was quickly rushing back into your mind, exhaustion quickly overpowered you, forcing your eyes closed once more.

Steve smiled as he watched you fall asleep. He kissed your forehead and rechecked your bindings before he walked back out into the kitchen, only glancing at the shattered remains of your phone. That boy you had been seeing had called one too many times for his patience to manage but he would rein in his temper in time for the start of your family. 

The vial still sitting on the dining room table only had one more dose left but he doubted you needed anymore than that. You would fight him when you awoke once more but Steve could keep you down for a couple months, you should mellow out by then. Of course, the baby would help.

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