cloudyeventss

[cloudyeventss]

my personal life is fucking me brutally and ignoring the safeword so I figured I'd write some filth (like any sane person would of course)

cw: slapping, filming, praise, size kink, crying, hair pulling, teasing, oral (reader giving), abrupt ending, afab!fem!reader

Price was never a man to share a good thing. it's not out of selfishness, if it was better for the greater good, he gladly shares - hell, he usually makes sure everyone else gets their fill before he does, taking the scraps of what the others leave over. he doesn't mind it, the others deserve it, more than he does anyway. that's what he thinks at least. but there's just things that don't need sharing. his favourite brand of cigars that he only gets for special occasions, his favourite chocolate that he has to import from Switzerland, the expensive cologne that he snuck from his CO as a dare when he was a recruit. all his own.

but you? you're his through and through, youre his sweet girl, his lovely little baby, his very own angel - but something this good can't not be shared. he can't keep you to himself. how could he? the way you blink up at him so sweetly when you have his cock down your throat, the way you pull his hair when hes eating you out, the way you babble and sob when he thrusts balls deep into you, the way you paw at him to push him off when he's overstimulating you. and he tells you everytime he fucks you. tells you how gorgeous you are, what a sight it is, how lucky he is to see you like that. but he could never let another man touch you like that, he simply can't get himself to even consider it.

"what if we film it?"

"..what?" John's eyebrow raises at your words.

"we could film it, see how it feels.. and if we like it we could show it to someone." he stares at you quietly for a moment. "..we don't have to, I-"

"we could send it to the boys." your eyes light up. it's set, you're doing it. a long talk later and price got out his old camcorder (to give it a vintage flair, as he says) and set up the bedroom together with you. helped you put on a cute set of lingerie, soon after the camera starts rolling.

he cups your face with one hand, the other holding the cam, capturing how you smile up at him. he chuckles lowly, thumb stroking your soft skin. "look at you.. such a pretty thing, aren't you?" you giggle softly, he pushes his thumb into your mouth; you wrap your lips around it. he groans quietly, stepping closer. "good at sucking, aren't you? how about you try something bigger, hm?" he changes the angle slightly to how your hands opening his jeans, pawing at the prominent bulge in his underwear.

"you're already hard?" you ask teasingly, he huffs in amusement.

"don't get smart with me. "

"I'm just saying, it's cute-" he cuts you off with a light smack on the cheek, you gasp and look up.

"behave." you can't help but giggle, another light smack. "fucking brat.." John chuckles along, rubbing the warm skin soothingly as you free his cock from behind the fabric. it springs free, chubby and weeping, twitching when you give the red tip a lick. he hums, letting go of your cheek and instead wrapping his hand around the base of his cock instead, giving it a few strokes. "open up." he commands, and you do - of course you do, you're a good girl. steps closer and smacks it against your cheek, making you gasp softly. he laughs, using your open mouth to shove himself into it.

your eyes widen slightly, but you open your mouth wider to let him in easier, hitting the back of your throat soon enough. it makes you gag softly, hands coming up to rest on his thick thighs, you look up at the camera again. "there you go.. that's a good girl. keep your mouth open nice and wide for me, yea?" you nod, tongue sticking out under his dick slight. he chuckles again, hand moving to your face again - another smack, this one making you wince, before he tangles his fingers in your hair, holding you steady as he starts thrusting slowly. groans softly as he uses your mouth, gently at first, dragging the sensitive underside along your tongue. you can barely open your mouth wide enough to fit him, eyes watering within just a few thrusts.

"what's the matter?" he asks in a teasing tone, giving your hair a tug. "got your mouth a bit too full, huh? poor thing." he pulls out almost all the way, leaving the tip resting on your tongue, letting you catch your breath. you gasp softly, breathing heavily, blinking a few times an an attempt to blink the tears away before they can start rolling down your cheeks.

john smirks down at you, pulling your head back in a sharp motion, making you cry out. "poor, sweet girl.. you're such a tiny thing, ain't you? can barely fit me-" he focuses the cam on your exposed throat. "look at that, you think I could fit in there?" he asks rethorically - you know he'll make it fit. you just whimper softly, earning another harsh tug on your hair before he lets go and instead smacks your face again - this time harder, making your head flinch to the side slightly. he hears you cry out and his cock twitches, even more when he sees how you needily rub your thighs together. he quickly points the camera down, chuckling. "jesus christ, look at that.. you're squirming after I fucking slapped you?" he chuckles, kneeling down. "c'mon, spread 'em for me. show me whats mine."

you gulp softly, spreading your legs, the thin panties visibly wet, making him laugh again. he brings the cam in closer, his free hand reaching out to place itself on your inner thigh, his thumb rubbing the fabric gently. "you're so wet for me, angel.." he murmurs softly. "such a good girl, getting wet even though I didn't touch you yet.." he presses his thumb down harder, finding your clit and making you gasp. "ah, there it is.." he smirks, rubbing slow circles into it. it immediately makes you whimper and moan, legs twitching, wanting to close, but you keep them open. "feels good, doesn't it?" you nod, he lands a smack on your inner thigh, dangerously close to your pussy. "I asked you something, answer me properly." you gulp.

"i-it feels good.." you mumble, face hot, breathing heavy. he smiles, putting his thumb back down with more pressure, this time rubbing smaller, quicker circles. your fingers dig into the sheets, startled moans falling from your lips, looking down at the camera between your legs. he keeps it up, getting you all hot - just enough to leave you squirming and whining when he stops.

"I can tell." he smirks, standing up and gripping his own cock again, pushing the tip against your lips. "open up." you do as you're told, he pushes himself in until he feels his tip hit the back of your throat once more with a groan. "there.." his hand finds purchase on the back of your head once more, the gesture almost gentle, if you don't consider what he's about to do.

"go ahead then. if you do good, maybe I'll make you cum after."

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18+ MDNI

He was just on the cusp of a restless sleep, about to drift off for the night, when Johnny swore he could hear someone crying from the other side of the barrack walls

Poking his head out the door, squinting at the harsh fluorescent lights overhead, he spots Kyle swinging his own door open at the same time, half asleep himself yet obviously having heard something amiss as well

“Y’hearin’ tha’ too?” Johnny asks as his fellow sergeant nods through a yawn, stepping out into the hall now and shutting his door behind him, certain now that’s it’s you they’re hearing

The pair make their way towards the source of the muffled cries and whimpers, their half asleep minds slowly trying to fill in the blanks, wondering if they’re going to find you in the midst of a nightmare, hoping that’s the case rather than finding you hurt

Turning the corner, the noises have grown louder, more insistent, your sobs sounding more desperate when the duo stumble upon their captain, stood outside your slightly ajar door, casually leaning against the door frame, gaze locked on the sight inside your room

“Cap, what’s happen-”

“Is the lass-”

“Shush.” Price interrupts his sergeants questions, shooting the two younger men a look that has them instinctually standing taller, on alert

“Wha- where’s LT?” Johnny can’t help but to ask, surprised that the man hadn’t come running when your cries began

“Got his hands full at the moment.” Price answers simply, though he can’t help the slightest twitch at the corner of his mouth when he tilts his head towards your door, inviting the sergeants a peek inside

Careful not to push the door open any farther than it is, the men take a cautious albeit curious glance in to your room, eyes immediately widening and pants inevitably tightening at the sight

Laying on your back on the edge of your bed, you haven’t a single thing on you apart from the sweat you’re exerting

Well, that and Ghost’s hands on you

Your bare legs are thrown over the lieutenants shoulders, thighs shaking as the man’s large hands grip at your plush skin, relentlessly squeezing and groping your naked flesh

They can easily tell it’s Ghost in there with you, based off his stature alone, though the skeleton balaclava discarded by his feet certainly helps confirm things, seeing as the man’s face is currently shoved against your cunt, with no sign of him coming up for breath any time soon

The three men stood in the doorway couldn’t turn their eyes away even if they wanted to, feet cemented where they stand, shamelessly watching as their lieutenant absolutely devours you

The sounds of Ghost’s sloppy eating, sucking noises, even his own groans of enjoyment against your pussy are hardly heard over the sounds of your pleasure

“Oh my god- please Si- I can’t- oh god!” You moan as Ghost seems to pick up his pace, your hips unconsciously grinding up against him as you edge closer to the precipice

You’ve got one hand gripping the bed sheets for dear life, while the other is snaked in his hair, tugging at his locks with every lick, suck, and kiss he presses against your throbbing clit, feeling as though you couldn’t possibly take any more, while also never wanting him to stop

The sergeants can hardly fathom what they’re seeing right now, bulges pressing uncomfortably against the zippers of their pants as their own arousal grows, wholly entranced by the sight and sounds before them

“Bleedin’ Christ-” Johnny can’t help but to whisper to no one in particular, intent on thanking whoever built the thin walls around here

“Y’either take a seat or take a hike, sergeant.” Ghost’s gravelly voice suddenly booms from within the room, never lifting his eyes off of you. “But y’know better than to interrupt a man’s meal.”

[cloudyeventss]

They can finally be bees. This is good news. They will live for [30] years.

This damn meme has filled my insta feed

Also bee Conquest

Beequest

(he’s probably a bumblebee)

[cloudyeventss]

Omni man has me in a full Nelson rn

ㅤֹㅤ⊹ㅤ #ㅤTWISTED LOVEㅤ.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☆⁠ PAIRING : Nolan Grayson x Fem Reader

☆⁠ HEADCANON : How Would He Be When He's Obsessed?

☆⁠ NOTES : There are some +18 parts. English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

It starts with curiosity.

Nolan doesn’t fall easily. He’s Viltrumite—evolution burned love out of his species long ago. Mates are chosen for compatibility, strength, breeding. Nothing more.

But you—you confuse him.

You’re human. Fragile. Your bones would shatter with a flick of his wrist. You bleed too easily. You cry too loudly. You smile too much. Your laugh is obnoxious, your opinions are naïve, your body is so soft and delicate he finds it repulsive... until he doesn’t.

Until he starts to notice the sound of your voice more than the noise of the city. Until your scent burns into his nose like it was made for him. Until the day you touch his arm in passing and he has to leave the room because his hands are shaking.

He tells himself it’s a distraction. He tells himself you’re just an itch.

Then comes the obsession.

He watches you.

Not because he wants to.

Because he has to.

You’re always in his mind. Your laugh replays in his ears when he’s halfway across the world. He knows your routines—what time you leave for work, where you get your coffee, how long it takes you to fall asleep.

He listens to your heartbeat sometimes when you’re not even near him. Through walls. Through cities. It calms him. Grounds him. And if someone looks at you too long in public, he memorizes their face.

They never live long.

He tells himself it’s protection. You’re vulnerable. You don’t understand the world like he does. You need him.

But it’s not protection.

It’s possession.

He tests the waters.

At first, you think it’s innocent.

Nolan starts showing up where you are—your local bookstore, the park, the grocery store. You think it’s coincidence. He’s charming. Polite. A little intense. You know he’s married. You know he’s older. You know he’s too much.

But when he talks, you feel like he’s the only one seeing you.

And that’s all it takes.

He kisses you once—gently, like you might break. He apologizes. Says he’s confused. Says he’s trying to be a better man.

He’s lying.

But the kiss… isn’t.

He feels something snap inside him when you don’t pull away.

He leaves his wife.

Debbie notices the change. Of course she does. He’s colder, angrier, distracted. And she knows. She always knew what he was capable of.

You’re not some secret mistress. You’re a turning point.

He lies at first. Then stops bothering.

When he leaves, it’s sudden. He doesn’t explain. He doesn’t need to. Debbie is human. You’re human too—but different.

You make him feel like a god and a man. You make him care.

And that terrifies him.

He can’t stand being apart.

If you ever try to pull away—even a little—he loses control.

He won’t yell. He won’t hit. He’s too above that.

But the air gets thinner. His voice gets colder. His eyes go dark.

He’ll corner you emotionally. Tell you how small and weak and breakable you are in this world. How people like you don’t survive without someone like him. How you need him more than you realize.

And he’ll say it with love in his voice.

With desperation.

With devotion.

He worships you. In his own way.

When you’re with him, you’re the only thing in the world that matters.

He’ll carry you like glass. Cook for you. Watch you sleep, every night. Whisper in your ear.

He never says I love you.

He says you’re mine.

He says I would burn this planet for you.

He says don’t ever leave me.

And he means all of it.

But his love is twisted.

He doesn’t understand human love. Human softness.

He’ll kill for you, without hesitation. Always without you knowing. He’ll destroy anyone who hurts you—even if that “hurt” was just a stray word or a suspicious look.

And if you ever betray him?

He won’t kill you.

No.

He’ll kill for you.

He’ll tear open the sky just to find you.

Even if it means dragging you down with him.

Because in the end...

You’re not just his obsession.

You’re his purpose.

His reason for staying tethered to this meaningless world.

And if this planet turns on him?

Then he’ll turn on it.

With you at his side.

Or in his arms.

Or in his cage.

Whatever it takes.

It’s never soft. Not anymore.

He tries. In the beginning.

He holds your face like it’s precious. Like your skin might fall off your bones if he touches too hard. But Nolan was made to conquer, not caress.

And every time you moan—every time you whisper his name like it’s holy—he forgets he’s supposed to pretend to be human.

He grabs you.

Slams your wrists above your head, his hand wrapped around both like iron. Teeth at your throat, your shoulder, your lips—biting, not kissing.

He doesn’t ask if you want it.

He already knows.

You’re soaked for him. Begging. Gasping.

He knows your body better than you do. He knows exactly how to tear you apart and put you back together.

And he enjoys it.

He punishes you when you try to leave.

Maybe you text someone you shouldn't. Maybe you don't come home fast enough. Maybe you talk back.

You never even see it coming.

He shows up, silent and still as death. The door locks behind him. His cape hits the floor. You see his eyes—they’re glowing.

You say his name.

He doesn’t speak.

He bends you over the table like a toy and fucks you until you're sobbing. Until your knees are shaking. Until you’re hoarse from screaming and begging but you don’t even know what for anymore.

You cry, and he kisses the tears like they belong to him.

Because they do.

You do.

He breaks the bed. Sometimes the floor. Sometimes you.

His strength is inhuman.

Sometimes, he forgets to hold back. He snaps the headboard with one thrust, cracks the floor with his knees while grinding into you. One night, he tears your panties in half with two fingers and growls, “Don’t wear these around me again.”

Sometimes you bruise. Sometimes you limp. Sometimes you wake up with your thighs sticky and sore, your body aching in places you forgot existed.

And he’s always there when you wake up.

Cleaning the blood from your thighs. Pressing kisses to your forehead. Murmuring things you don’t understand but feel in your bones.

They sound like prayers.

But they’re threats too.

He keeps you.

Eventually, you stop fighting it.

He’s not just a man. He’s a force. A hunger. A god who decided you were the one thing worth worshipping.

And gods don’t let their worshippers go.

He doesn’t let you leave the house without a kiss. He doesn't let you sleep unless it's with his hand wrapped around your hip, or his head buried in your neck. He tracks you. Listens to your heartbeat through walls. Through cities.

One night, you whisper, “You’re obsessed.”

He laughs.

Low. Dangerous.

“No,” he says. “I’m yours. You’re mine. That’s not obsession, sweetheart. That’s truth.”

And then he kisses you like he’s about to devour your soul.

And maybe he does.

You forget who you were before him.

Before Nolan.

Before the bruises you like.

Before the eyes that watch you even in your dreams.

Before you started craving the way he breaks you just to feel whole again.

Now you live for the sound of him growling your name. For the way he says “mine” when he’s deep inside you, holding you down like the world might rip you from him.

You should run.

You won’t.

You belong to him now.

And the terrifying part is—

You want to.

— MASTERLIST ☆

— © luv-lock. Don't copy, use or translate any of my works here or any other websites ☆

[cloudyeventss]

I ATE THIS SHIT UPP. YUM

Nolan ‘Omni-Man’ Grayson

nsfw/smut oneshot, afab!reader, cunnilingus

You would think Nolan Grayson, thee Omni-Man, would be a hard top. Fucking you till you couldn’t breathe, not letting you come until he said so. Until he was satisfied—his strength holding you in place like you were nothing, like you were his. But it wasn’t like that at all. The most powerful man in the world was only desperate to please you. He would get on his knees for you, eyes blazing as he stares up at you with desire.

“Tell me what you want, honey.”

Voice low with his hands on the sides of your thighs, gripping the fat of your flesh.

The control was never really his. It was yours, the whole time. He grips your thighs like he might break them if he isn’t careful, his mouth hot against your skin, his breath ragged as he began peppering your thighs with kisses before his tongue darts out, licking a stripe up your clothed cunt, making you suck in a breath. Nolan looks up at you, eyes dark, waiting—begging—for a command.

“Come on…tell me.”

He growls, low and guttural. His muscles tremble with restraint, every fiber of his being trained to obey, to hold back that brutal strength just for you. And once you reach down, tugging his hair, telling him exactly what you want him to do, his cock strands in his pants.

He doesn’t hesitate one second. The moment the words leave your mouth, he’s on you. His hands moving to the plump of your ass, mouth connecting to your skin, worshipping you, his wife. His lips trail rough, open-mouth kisses across the front of your thighs, up your hips, and your stomach. Each kiss hotter, hungrier than the last, teeth nipping at your soft flesh. Every inch of him shaking with the effort not to tear you apart from sheer need.

You feel the low rumble of his growl against your skin, a sound so deep it feels like it vibrates through your bones. He’s starving for you. Starving like a man dying of thirst. That’s how badly he wants to ravish you right now. He looks up at you again.

"Please. Let me have you."

Not an order. A plea. And god, it’s intoxicating — knowing you could make him wait longer, tease him, command him, and he’d take it. He’d take anything from you. Anything.

“You want to have me?”

You whisper, voice steady, cruel. Your fingers that were laced in his hair giving it another tug.

“Then earn it.”

Something in him snaps. But not in defiance but in devotion. His fingers curl at the sides of your panties, pulling them down till they pooled at your ankles, letting you kick the fabric away. And just like that, he pushes you back against the bed, flat on your back, still kneeling on the floor, his hands spreading your thighs like he’s opening a gift he’s waited lifetimes for.

He doesn’t waste a second, his arms in circling around your waist, his mouth finds you instantly, hot and relentless, tongue stroking deep and slow against your sopping pussy, fast and filthy—like he wants to pull every sound out of you, every twitch, every gasp. His mustache tickling the mound of your pussy. His hands grip your hips, anchoring you as your back arches off the sheets, low, breathy moans escaping your pretty lips. Fuck, just as always…sweet against his tongue.

Nolan wasn’t just eating you, he was consuming you. Worshipping you with his mouth like your pleasure is his religion, like this moment is the only thing in the universe that matters. And the look in his eyes when he glances up—wild, reverent, ruined—tells you everything: He’s not stopping until you're trembling and begging.

His tongue is hot, sucking at your erect clit, tongue teasing at your hole. You moan out, hand reaching down to push his head deeper into your cunt, earning an erotic groan from your super-husband. The vibration of it against you makes you cry out, your thighs instinctively trying to close around his head. But Nolan is too strong for that. His big hands keep you pinned open, forcing you to take every slow, sinful stroke of his tongue.

He’s messy with it now, wet and loud and utterly shameless. His hands work up your sides, kneading at your breasts through that lacy bra of yours, pinching at your harden nipples through the fabric. You tug harder at his hair, grinding up into his face, and he groans again. Yet this time it sounded like a whine.

The way he moans, soft and aching as he eats you out, you’d think he was the one being touched. Every time you twitch under his mouth, he gasps like it’s him unraveling. Like your pleasure is his only purpose. You glance down, and he’s grinding against nothing. He’s hard, leaking through his boxers and pants, completely untouched. He hasn’t even asked for relief. Hasn’t dared. Not until you cum. Not until you say you were ready for him to fuck you.

You can feel it building already, that tight, dizzy pressure coiling low in your belly. A rope ready to snap. And from the desperate way Nolan devours you, not easing up, not even close. You know he can feel it too. He knew you too well. Knew around that body of yours.

Your thighs start to tremble, breath hitching, fingers curling in his hair, grinding down on his face, chasing your release. Nolan groans again, a raw, wrecked sound, and presses even closer, nose buried against you, tongue thrusting and circling in maddening rhythm.

“That’s it.”

He murmurs against you, fingers gripping your hips.

“Come for me. Come all over my fucking mouth.”

The words alone send a violent shudder ripping through you and when he sucks your clit between his lips, firm and devastating, it breaks you open.

“Nolan…ngh!”

You cry out his name, back arching clear off the bed as pleasure crashes over you in waves, so intense you can barely breathe. Nolan holds you through it, moaning into your cunt as if your orgasm feeds him before pulling away, watching in complete awe. Your hair sprawled across the blankets below you, cheeks dusted a rosy pink, lips parted, and chest heaving as you tried steadying your breath.

He wipes your arousal from his chin, lips, and his mustache with his thumb before popping the digit into his mouth, licking and sucking it clean. Your brows knit at the sight, legs spreading, cunt glistening with your arousal and his spit, looking at his with hooded eyes.

“Now fuck me like you mean it…”

[cloudyeventss]

Darling, I need all the nasty, dirty, juicy fics of omniman that you can put out. Please and thank you

Are You Sure?

Pairing: Omni-man x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, non-con, manipulation, grooming, read at your own risk type shit!

a/n: you asked for this- (jkjk) but seriously come on, Nolan Grayson being soft and gentle? I don’t think that’s how it would go. Let’s take a look at the sinful thoughts this fiction animated character has placed in my head:

You stood there, frozen in fear. Breath caught in your throat, chest heavy as you attempted to keep your breathing to a minimum. You didn’t want to find out what he’d do if he caught you in his home.

I was brought in by the DEO, per Cecil’s orders. I was a rogue, undercover, trusted agent with a harmless ability. They were used to several fatal encounters when it came to supes vs mortals, but Nolan- the infamous Omni-man- they needed more than just human agents.

I could keep a close eye on the Graysons, undetected. It wasn’t much, but being able to vanish under thin air had its perks. I could get intel that no one else could.

Cecil was always suspicious of Nolan since his arrival to Earth. Despite his many heroic accomplishments, he couldn’t help but be cautious on the off chance he went rogue. Everyone thought he was paranoid- including me.

One wrong move. Whether I shift my weight in the slightest, causing the floor to creak underneath me- or I let out a breath that changes the rhythm of my heartbeat that would allow him to assume an intruder was in his home. That’s all it would take for him to erase me from existence.

Since the passing of the Guardians of the Globe, Cecil’s suspicions became not so impossible. The evidence only ever came up clean, favoring Nolan- but it never lined up. I took it upon myself to find out the truth.

I rolled my head as I focused on the thought of changing the form of my body’s atoms, creating an invisible cloak over myself. Sure I could just call it ‘turning invisible’, but what’s the fun in that?

I didn’t expect him to be home so soon. I had been searching every crevice for a loose end. Nothing. That’s when I heard the familiar whoosh of a gravitational pull. He’s home. I supposed I could take advantage of the situation and see if he slips up if he thinks he’s alone. Terrible idea.

I waited anxiously as Nolan scanned the living area, eyes glancing at me but eventually faltering as if I didn’t exist. It was a relief knowing he couldn’t see me. His cape swished behind him as he turned, brushing off the thought as he took a step toward the kitchen.

I celebrated my victory too soon as I exhaled lightly in relief. It was as if he caught wind of my breath. In an instant, he appeared before me, lifting me off the ground from my throat as I revealed my appearance.

“Cecil,” he declared. His grip on my throat tightened, closing my airways.

“N-no! He doesn’t… know I’m here,” I struggled as he strangled me.

“Liar,” he accused, not letting his guard down.

“Wait, please!” I begged as I clawed at the sleeves of his suit. His eyebrow lifted at the tone in my voice, throwing me against the wall by the stairs. He hovered, awaiting for an explanation.

I coughed momentarily, regaining my composure as I sat up against the wall. “I wandered, okay? I thought I could figure it out on my own… I know what you did.”

His expression hardened as he lowered himself to towering over me. “You’re treading on thin ice.”

“I don’t have proof!” I admitted. “Debbie. Your wife, she’s conspiring against you. I heard her voice her concerns to Cecil and-”

“And?” He shouted.

“And they’re planning to send agents to take you down.”

“As if they could,” he scoffed.

“It’s stupid, but true.”

He leaned down to my level, caressing my face as he forced me to look up at him.

“They sent you? To kill me?”

“N-no…” I nervously replied. “I’m here because they wanted to wait it out. Give time to plan and prepare, but I couldn’t just sit and do nothing.

“And how did you think that would go, sweetheart?” I cringed at the nickname he used.

“If I could find your weakness, I could inform them on how to properly take you down,” I stated without hesitation. What did I have to lose at this point. I was already caught. I’m as good as dead.

I watched him shut his eyes in frustration, breathing in deeply before sighing. His grip on my chin loosened as he stood up, reminding me of his broadness.

“Get up.”

I stayed sat, unable to find a will to move- knowing what’s coming next. But why didn’t he just decapitate me right then and there? Was it the need to regain control?

“I said get up,” I winced as he reached down to yank me up from my hair. “Your biggest mistake was coming alone.”

Nolan dragged me up the stairs as I stumbled along. He then shoved me onto the bed in his bedroom. I sat up in confusion as he crawled over me, pinning me to the mattress.

“W-what are you-?”

“Normally, I would have executed you instantly. No questions asked. No final words,” His voice was deep and gravelly, yet nurturing- in an unsettling way.

“Then why let me live?”

“It would be such a waste,” he lowered himself until his lips grazed my neck. I turned my face away from him, unfortunately allowing him more access, “…of a pretty face like yours.”

I wriggled underneath him, attempting to free myself from his hold, but it was no use.

“I could have so much fun with you,” he revealed as he trailed soft kisses along my neck, up to my jaw. How could he behave so tenderly while taking advantage of someone who didn’t stand a chance against him.

“No,” I mumbled as Nolan used his knee to part my legs.

“Yes…” he applied pressure to my core, earning an instinctual whimper. Although, I couldn’t tell if it was from fear …or pleasure.

“Please, don’t-” I couldn’t finish my sentence before he trapped my lips within his, forcing me into a kiss I couldn’t pull away from.

“There it is. Your body’s natural instinct to beg,” Nolan pointed out as he continued to rub his leg against me, creating an unwanted friction.

“I don’t want this,” I tried as tears began welling up in my eyes.

“Yes, you do,” He watched my face coil in questionable pleasure as he continued to rock against me. “You just need to into give into submission.”

I gasped as my hips unwilling bucked against him, earning a deep and dark chuckle from him.

“See? You crave it. You can’t help the arousal that’s already building inside you,” he cooed as he patiently waited for my walls to crumble.

My back lightly arched. My body was betraying me, I didn’t want this. Not like this. His lips latched back onto my skin, this time sucking at my collarbone- marking me.

“Stop,” I pleaded barely a whisper, but he ignored it. He began tugging at my shirt, revealing more of skin as he trailed downward. Eventually the fabric of my shirt tore. The lower he moved, the quicker my heart raced.

I shuttered every time his lips touched my skin, looking down as he groaned as if this was riling him up. As he reached the hem of my jeans, he began unbuttoning them- nearly sliding them off in one swift move before I kicked at his shoulder.

Nolan stumbled back at the force as I turned to crawl away, but it didn’t take long for him to lunge forward and grab my ankle. He dragged me against the mattress until my ass reached his crotch.

Disgusted at his arousal, I attempted to crawl away again. He grew frustrated, prying off my shoes and jeans as he pulled me in close once again. This time, holding me in place with his fingers on my hips.

I clawed at the sheets as the tent in his suit rubbed at my now sensitive folds, seeing as the only thing depriving me of full contact was thin laced fabric. We groaned in unison as he rolled his hips a second time. Fuck I wanted to escape, but a part of me enjoyed the pleasure he provided.

He paused his movements to start peeling off his suit. “Move, and I’ll crush your skull like a watermelon.”

I gulped, displayed on all fours as I didn’t dare look back. I felt the bed dip as he eventually returned to his spot behind me.

“Stand on your knees.”

Again, I was unsure if moving was the smart move. It was easier if he just man handled me in case I impulsively decide to run.

“Knees. Now.” His tone was impatient. I forced myself up, feeling his warmth creep up behind me as he closed the space between us. His fingers barely worked to unhook my bra. His chest was pressed flush against my back, hands gliding up my torso until they cupped my breasts.

I let my eyelids fall heavily to embrace myself. His nose trickled along my neck as he inhaled, taking in my aroma.

“Nolan, please,” it was my last chance to talk him out of it. “I won’t tell anyone. I’ll convince them that it wasn’t you-”

“It’s a little late for that,” he mumbled against my ear as he began massaging my breasts- squeezing and kneading.

“It’s not.” His fingers tickled my skin. It was as if he enjoyed the fight I had in me. Taking his time, allowing my pathetic excuses in attempt to stop him. “Nolan…”

“Yes, sweetheart?” His voice was low and playful as he teasingly grazed his fingers against my slick folds. My body stiffened, unsure how to handle the overwhelming stimulation. “Fuck, you’re wet.” He breathed out.

“I don’t want to be…” I softly stated. That’s when he snaked his fingers out of my panties and aligned himself at my entrance. The tip of his cock tracing along my folds through the fabric.

“No?” He played coy.

“No,” my breathing grew heavy. He shoved his cock in between my panties and my aching core. Rubbing as his excitement leaked and mixed with my own arousal. A shiver was sent down my spine as he moved slowly and deliberately.

My head fell back onto his shoulder as I myself began to question whether or not I wanted this. Nolan only allowed the tip to enter before continuing strides on my wet folds.

“Are you sure?” He asked knowingly as I was slowly gave into him.

“Yes…” I groaned out. Not really sure if it was an answer to his question.

“Then beg.”

My eyes shot open. Is that not what I’ve been doing?

“Beg me to stop,” he ordered as he allowed himself to slowly plunge into me. My mouth opened to speak, but as he filled me- words failed me. “What’s wrong? You had no trouble begging for your life when I caught you in my home. Or when I pinned you against my mattress.”

Nolan pulled me against him as he filled me whole. He was toying with me. My body and mind were at war. He took advantage of the confusion I underwent.

“I…” Here’s my chance. He was giving me a way out. Take it. “I can’t…”

Nolan chuckled to himself as he snaked his arms around to cup my breasts again. This time pinching at my nipples. I moaned as he pulled out, only to thrust back in fully.

“Last chance, pretty girl,” he teased as he grazed his teeth against my neck. I bit my lip at every pleasurable sensation, letting my head fall back on his shoulder.

Nolan kept an agonizing pace as he continued to thrust into me, nipping at my neck awaiting for my response. I opened my mouth to protest, but to my surprise, a moan escaped my throat.

“There you go,” he encouraged as he began picking up his pace. I could no longer think for myself. He built up all this frustration, I needed to release it. I began panting with every thrust, letting him have his way with me. “Just let it happen.“

A single tear slipped from my watered eyes, running down my cheek. I hated myself for feeling good. I hated submitting to him, but here I was. Taking him like a slut.

I felt numb, but it didn’t stop the small jolts of pleasure coursing through my veins. His grunts were filthy in my ear as he forced his hand around my throat, locking my head in place.

“Oh, God…” I cried out as his cock hit my g-spot.

“No. No God. No one’s coming to save you,” he reminded as the room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin. Every thrust was followed by the wet sound of my slick engulfing his cock.

More tears streamed down my face as his movements became sloppy. I couldn’t help but mewl as my muscles clenched around him.

“Fuck- do that again,” he demanded. It’s not like I could control it. My muscles naturally clenched as I grew closer to my high. As my body listened to his command, I couldn’t loosen the grip of my swelled folds wrapped around his length. This fueled him into an uncontrollable, powerful force as his hips jerked against mine. My jaw dropped, unable to let out any more sounds- only forced pants.

With a couple more pumps, my body shuddered as I came undone. For a moment, he stilled from my whimpers. Nolan’s hips jerked, threatening to reach his own release.

He let go of my throat, allowing me to fall forward. I caught myself, palms flat against the mattress. I felt his hand fall to my lower back. He traced his hand along my spine, pushing my head down onto the bed.

“Here.” He reached over my head without ever pulling out, bringing a pillow and shoving it underneath my chest so I could hug it. “Now be a good girl, and let me fill you until you’ve taken all of me. Maybe then you’ll learn to stop snooping in a man’s home.”

I felt his weight shift as he stood on his knees, forcibly thrusting into my throbbing core as I bit down on the pillow he adjusted for me. It only muffled the squeals I made, but I couldn’t help roll my eyes back as the new angle hit just right with each thrust.

His pace was brutal. The bed creaked underneath us, but his loud grunts overpowered it. I felt myself clench once more, this time not only finding my own release- but allowing him to find his.

I could feel him spill his ropes inside me, riding out his climax until every last drop was shoved deeply.

I gasped at the loss of him after he pulled out. It was a new emptiness, one I’d never felt before.

“You took it like a champ,” he praised in a condescending tone. I curled myself up underneath the sheets. Ashamed. Not about what had been done, but that I had enjoyed it. How could I yearn for a monster like him.

It wasn’t long before he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer to him. Maybe it was wrong, but after everything I just participated in, it felt like only he could fulfill the emptiness inside me.

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„…it’s called tumblr…there are a lot of spicy fanfictions about us..“

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I'm looking for a fic where the female reader is a part of the 141, and she finds out Captains ex finance left him for his former LT, and she agrees to pretend to be his gf at a dinner?!? Idk I can't remember but I need to find it pleaseee help

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you would fuck that old man. i would fuck that old man. we are the same. hold my hand

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on their clit like morse code

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imagine soaps cute little innocent girlfriend who gets insecure when he calls her "bonnie" for the first time during sex.🥺🥺

she'd be so sad!! whimpering and sitting up whilst cooing a little "w-who is bonnie.? i never heard of a bonnie."

soaps heart would break right then and there at her teary eyes and sniffly nose. he'd rock her and soothe her, swearing on his life that it's just a term of endearment for pretty little things like her.

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i’m not fixing him i’m making him worse

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Okay okay, I LOVEE your writing. & I was wondering if you could work your magic for a little idea I had. Hear me out fem nanny x John price .

Price divorced dad of an infant hires a nanny to watch over sweet little baby thing while he's overseas but comes home early in the middle of the night without notice, ☀️ nanny hears footsteps in the house and in a frantic rush grabs a weapon and hides the baby & herself 😭 idk why I need this but I need to know how John reacts

I hope you like it!!!

John Price x Nanny!reader

The last thing Captain John Price ever expected was a week old infant being dropped in his hands from a one night stand but here he was. The only thing that got him through it was you, his new nanny. You came highly recommended from a few different higher ups who had hired you to help their wives while they were away for long periods of time. Years of experience and too many references to count, John didn’t think twice about hiring you, especially after he saw how good you were with his tiny newborn daughter. He was scared to even touch the poor thing but you walked him through step by step how to care for his daughter. He had turned down a few different missions but this one he wasn’t allowed to say no to. Leaving his 6 week old daughter for two months was not what he wanted to do but he trusted you, and was overjoyed when he was able to return home a week early.

The first sign that panicked you was the neighbor’s dogs barking. You’ve been living in this house for almost 4 months now and have never once heard them bark. Then the security lights in the front of the house lit up and you could hear the doorknob rattling. Fuck. You could feel the pit in your stomach growing, something’s wrong. Reaching under the bed to pull out a hunting knife you had found one day putting away laundry. You really shouldn’t have been surprised when you kept finding hidden weapons in a military captain’s house. Knife in hand you made your way to the room next to you, to grab the baby. The creak of the front door opening sent you into full fight or flight. Hearing the heavy steps at the bottom of the stairs, you quickly grabbed the sleeping infant. “We’re gonna play a lil game of hide and seek ok?” you quietly whispered to her, placing a soft kiss on her forehead as you peaked out her bedroom door to make sure the hallway was clear before making your way to the large closet in the master bedroom. The only closet with a lock on it. You could hear the footsteps get closer, your heartrate picking up as you locked the two of you in the closet. Holding the sweet baby tight to your chest.  

Now John began to panic when he went to check on his daughter and she wasn’t there. His feet started moving faster to find your room empty too, a glass of water spilled on the floor, one you hadn’t even realized you had knocked over in your rush out of the room. But what really sent him into a frenzy was the small stuffed bear on the floor in the hallway. The one his baby girl never let go of and would not sleep without. The Captain pulled his gun out and began clearing rooms looking for you two.

As you heard doors begin slamming and the noises of the intruder growing louder you placed the sleeping infant behind a few boxes, out of sight, before standing in front of her and facing the door. The doorknob twisted a few times, the intruder trying to get in, one hand covered your mouth to keep from screaming while the other had a white knuckle grip on the large knife. Suddenly the door flew open, Price kicking it down. You twisted the knife around in your hand, bringing both hands up ready to fight for yours and the child’s life. All you could see was the silhouette of a large man with a gun. The light on in the room behind him, keeping his face dark and identity hidden. Price began to lower his gun, seeing it was you and you started to lunge towards him, knife swinging. He easily dodged and removed the knife from your hands.

“Hey hey y/n. It's me. It's John. You're safe.” You almost didn’t hear him from how hard you had been breathing. His hand went to turn the light in the closet on so he was visible to you. He stood there watching you for a moment, chest heaving and hands still in fists as the adrenaline started to wear off.

“What the fuck John?” He didn’t answer.

“Where’s my daughter?” 

“She’s safe” You stepped to the side and moved the boxes you had hidden her behind. John watched you amazed as you revealed his still sleeping daughter all wrapped up in a blanket, safe and sound. Reaching down to hold his tiny girl in his big hands he couldn’t help but look at you. Your hands shaking, eyes full of fear starting to return to normal. He knew he trusted you with his daughter but now? He’d never let anyone else near her. You were ready to fight a fucking home invader and honestly if it wasn’t him who opened the door, he was pretty sure you would have been successful with the knife in your hand. He’s looking at you, standing in your pajamas, hair messy from sleeping and he’s thinking he doesn’t ever want to be without you.

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FRANK CASTLE IN EVERY EPISODE 💀 THE PUNISHER | 2.08 My Brother's Keeper

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Simon: Well look who got caught under the mistletoe Y/N: IS THIS WHY YOU CONERNED ME WITH THAT KNIFE?!

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something something your friends howling with laughter when you send “john mactavish — the better john” back to the table he shares with a bunch of wide shouldered sorts with a careless “sorry, i prefer my “johns” with experience” after a cursory up-and-down over his body.

those same friends staring slack-jawed when an absolute bear of a man drops heavily into the seat opposite you with a “heard you like a john with experience, s’that right, sweetheart?”

meanwhile you’re staring at the grey hair in his beard and at his temples with something approaching stars in your eyes