#Ari levinson x ofc

[saiyanprincessswanie]

SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading List Weeks 197 & 198

A/N: Thank you again to those who gave me recommendations for fanfics. 💜 This week had me reading 30 fics. Absolutely amazing stuff here.

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal-boosting them. The author is listed next to the title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community.  💜💜

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Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

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I love you 3000 💜 Missy

My Angel - (Steve x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Blue Bonnets - (Brock x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Mission Dad - (Bucky x Reader) - @deliciousangelfestival

Open Your Eyes - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Like Animals - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

One hundred degrees - (Steve x Gender Neutral Reader) - @holylulusworld

Lost in the Dark (Part 3) - (Bucky x Reader) - @tuiccim

Into You - (Bucky x Reader) - @flordeamatista

Code Red Delivery - (Ari x OFC) - @hollybee8917

Built Differently - Faboolous Fumbles - (Stucky x Reader) - @rookthorne

Snow - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Evermore - Part 2 - (Ari x Reader, Andy x Reader) - @joannaliceevans-fanficblog

Evermore - Part 3 - (Ari x Reader, Andy x Reader) - @joannaliceevans-fanficblog

Picnic - @nekoannie-chan

Finding Home (4) - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Indecent Proposal - (2) - (Stucky x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Reconnect - Where Did the Time Go? - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Your Mark On Me - Part 8 - (Steve x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513

Between Past and Present - (Steve x Bucky) - @hollybee8917

Donut: The Hole Story - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Hidden Agendas - (Ari x Reader, Lloyd x Reader) - @labella420

Pain - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Welcome Home - (Curtis x Reader x Jake) - @stargazingfangirl18

In a Red Dress - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Lighting the Flame Above - (Steve x Clint) - @hollybee8917

Experiment - (Brock, Logan H) - @nekoannie-chan

It's not the same - (Steve, Brock) - @nekoannie-chan

Saving the Captain - (Steve, Sinthea) - @nekoannie-chan

Security Jammies - (Ransom x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Goes With the Theme - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

[cevansbrat0007]

How are the trio couples doing? Anymore couples trips?

The girls are in the middle of planning a road trip to see their favorite band play a show in Manhattan. Or they will be as soon as Ruby is off restriction. Story and Baby Girl have been on their best behaviors, and are counting down the days until the third member of their group is permitted to hang out with them again.

However, this trip is gearing up to be a lot of fun. And their Daddies, Andy, Ari, and Curtis having given their brats each of their respective blessings. All they care about is the girls making it safely to the show in Manhattan in one piece. Should be an easy drive up from Boston.

Too bad our favorite trio of Brats forgot to mention that the concert is actually in Manhattan, Kansas - not New York. Oops.

[ashbrat488]

Steve Rogers/Ari Levinson... Birthday Cake

Request for Steve Roger's birthday... Can you imagine if Ari and Nomad Steve were twins? 🤭 TW: Paris, food play, deepthroating... Over 18, yada yada Word Count: 2,912

Steve opened the door, a smile breaking across his face as their neighbor, Rosie stood in front of him with a small blue frosted cake. “Rosie… hi.”

She smirked, nudging her way into the apartment like a girl on a mission, setting the cake on the island counter in the kitchen. “Happy Birthday, Steve… Ari here?”

Steve hesitated, his eyes roaming over her tight ivory sweater with little hearts she paired with a short black skirt. “No. Should be back soon… the cake for him or me?”

“Both of you, silly,” she teases, hopping up on the counter beside the cake to be at eye level with Steve. Her heart raced, beating against her ribcage as she tried to work up the nerve to do what she came here to do. She grabbed his hand, pulling him closer to her as his jaw ticked, his arm muscle bulging slightly in his tight tee. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Anything.” Steve moves to stand in front of her, his arms crossing over his chest as she rests her hands on his forearms. His eyes darted down to where she sucked in her lower lip stained red, biting it before releasing and he forces his eyes up to hers. He clears his throat, using all his self-control not to run his thumb along it. She had moved in last year, and she became the only thing that kept him and Ari from killing each other. But they both wanted her, desired her. So they had to make a pact not to touch her. As she sat in front of him now, her thighs clenched tightly together under her short skirt, his control was quickly waning, along with any common sense.

“How come you’ve never asked me out, Steve? You and Ari… I do everything I can to show I’m into you, but neither of you bite. Do you not think I’m attractive?”

With her last question, she frowns, hanging her head down as Steve groans, leaning toward her, resting his left hand on the counter beside her. He brings his right hand up to her chin, holding it as gently as he can between his forefinger and thumb, lifting it until her pretty eyes were looking up into his. “Quite the contrary, little one. I think you’re quite... delectable.”

“Delectable, huh?” She asks with a grin as he nods, his eyes falling to her lips once more as his tongue drags across his lips. “Then why?” She asks softly, moving her hands to the band of his jeans, pulling him in between her legs.

“I don’t—” Before he can finish his response, she pulls him against her, pressing her lips hard against his. He groans, hesitating for a split second before wrapping his arms around her, holding her body tight against his.

Rosie moans against his mouth as he took his time for his tongue to explore every inch of her mouth. She pants as he trails his kisses down her jaw to her neck, his beard tickling slightly as she giggled, “Steve…”

He pulled away to smile at her, moving his hands to her thighs, and digging his fingers into the soft flesh. “Want me to stop?”

“Yes and no,” she teases as he cocks his head to the side.

“What do you mean?” He looks down as she places her palms on his chest, pushing him back with a smirk. But then, his cock jumps to attention in his jeans as she pulls up the bottom of her skirt, and spreads her legs to display her already wet pussy. “Fuck… you’re not wearing underwear…”

“I’m not,” she confirms, leaning back on her hands on the counter. “Show me how delectable you think I am?”

Steve only nods, his mouth already watering as he falls to his knees in front of the counter. He pulls off his shirt, tossing it onto the ground before he grabs the insides of her thighs, pushing them further apart before lapping his tongue along her folds.

She whimpers softly, following suit to pull off her sweater to toss on top of his shirt on the ground. Her chest heaved, hands clinging to the edges of the counter as Steve laid claim to every inch of her pussy, licking and sucking on her lips. He moved to her clit, pulling the small sensitive nub into his mouth as she let out a gasped moan, her head falling back.

The door opens and Ari stands frozen in his spot for a moment, seeing Steve’s face buried between Rosie’s legs, a pretty pink flush covering her chest. “What the fuck is going on here? We had a deal, Steve. We couldn’t both have her, so neither does…”

Rosie giggles as Ari slams the door behind him, approaching them as he kicked off his shoes. “Why can’t you both have me?”

Steve chuckles, pulling back to look up at his older brother. (By only a few minutes, but made sure Steve remembered) “What was I supposed to do when she just presented herself to me like this?”

“That’s right,” Rosie confirmed, grabbing his hair to pull his mouth back onto her pussy. “Don’t stop. Kiss me, Ari.”

Ari hesitates as she grins up at him, whimpering at Steve between her legs. “Fuck it…” He pulls off his shirt before crushing his mouth against hers, his kiss harder than Steve’s. He makes quick work of her bra, tossing it onto the ground before pulling back to admire her breasts. “Fuck me.”

“That’s sorta the plan,” she pants out as Ari grins, cradling her breasts in each hand. His large hands just about enveloped them as he leaned down to take his time to tease her nipples. “Oh god!” Rosie squeezes Steve’s head between her legs, an orgasm rolling through her as Ari pulls her left nipple into his mouth, rolling it gently between his teeth before pulling off with a pop.

Steve moans against her clit, looking up to find her watching him as he feels the gush on his chin. He doesn’t stop, his tongue lapping up every ounce of arousal he can as she continued to pant and whimper above him, her fingers gripping tightly in his hair.

Ari releases her as she falls back onto the counter. He smiles, looking at the cake, dragging his finger through the blue frosting before sticking it into his mouth, licking it clean. “This for us, kitten?”

“Yes,” she breathes, turning her head toward him with a small smile. “Hap—Happy Birthday.”

“Thank you.” He smirks, dragging his finger through the frosting once more. This time he rubs the frosting on her nipples, grabbing more, this time with some of the chocolate cake under the frosting, to smear along her stomach. He nudges Steve, causing him to pull away from her. “My turn. Try the cake…”

Steve smiles, dragging his hand along his beard as he walks around the counter to stand at Rosie’s side. He smiles as she grins up at him, her pale flesh now stained blue and Ari takes over his spot between her legs. “I love chocolate cake,” he states flirtatiously as he undoes his jeans, letting them fall to the ground and kicking them away. He watches her eyes flutter as he drags his own fingers through the cake, rubbing it on her inner thighs as Ari moans, taking the hint to lick, suck and bite them clean.

Rosie watches Steve inch closer to her, teasing her, taking his time as he drags his forefinger through the frosting and cake on her stomach, making small designs before bringing the finger up to his mouth. “Steve… please. Touch me.”

“I am touching you, baby,” he teases as she whimpers, her hand going to Ari’s hair. “Tut tut…” Steve grabs her hands to place them at her sides. “Grip the counter and keep them there. Understand?”

“Yes…” she breathes, complying as he smirked, leaning down to drag his tongue along her belly button.

“Mmm, the cake is good.” He drags his tongue up her stomach, between her breasts where her nipples were hard, begging to be touched. He darted his tongue out, gently dragging it around her left nipple as she whimpered and wriggled on the counter. He chuckles, sucking it into his mouth as her moans become louder, her eyes squeezing shut. “You like that, don’t you?” He asks, leaning back, watching her turn her head toward him to only nod, unable to properly form words.

She watches his cocky grin before he leans back down to her, taking his time to lick and suck every inch of frosting and cake from her breasts and nipples until his mouth was stained blue.

Ari watches Steve nip at her right nipple, pulling on it with his teeth as he felt her thighs tighten around him the same way she did with Steve and she ground her needy little pussy on his face as she came for the second time.

Steve leaned back as Ari stood up, both of them watching Rosie as she panted, out of breath, her breasts heaving with every breath. Ari dropped his jeans to the ground, moving to stand beside Steve, both of them crossing their arms over their chests.

She swallows hard, turning to look at them as she leans up on her elbows. “You’re not done, are you?”

“Of course not,” Ari offers, turning away to grab a water bottle from the fridge and handing it to her. “We both waited far too long for this moment to be done…”

She giggles, sitting up to take a large gulp of the water before Ari takes it to do the same before Steve finishes it off. “Do you guys share girls a lot?”

Both scoff out a ‘no’ as she laughs, holding her arms out. Steve reaches her first, grabbing her as she wraps her arms and legs around him as Ari grunts, rolling his eyes. Steve carries her to the couch where he sits with her straddling his lap. He wastes no time in sealing his mouth over hers as Ari watches a moment.

He grunts again, shaking his head as he pulls Rosie from Steve’s lap, quickly shoving everything on the coffee table onto the ground before setting Rosie on her back on top. “You can’t hog her…”

“I’m not!” Steve stood up and shoved Ari as he shoved him back, causing him to fall back onto the couch.

“You already had a headstart,” Ari points out as Rosie rolls her eyes.

“Only a few minutes!” Steve rebuts as Rosie sits up, running her hands on each of their bulges, bringing their attention back to her.

“Better,” she says with a smirk, pulling them both hard from their underwear. She grabs each of them by the base, stroking slowly as both of their eyes land on her. Ari brings his hand up to her hair as Steve strokes his fingers gently along her neck and shoulder. She leans forward to drag her tongue along the underside of Ari’s cock, flicking the tip as he hisses. She moves toward Steve, doing the same.

Steve pulls away abruptly, nudging Ari away too. “All fours on the table…”

She hesitates at his commanding tone before turning to kneel on her hands and knees on the coffee table as she hears them both muttering to each other behind her. She looks over her shoulder to see them both conversing in heated, hushed tones, obviously arguing over the schematics of their trio. “Oh my god. It isn’t like we can only do this once. Ari, put your dick in my mouth, Steve, fuck me…”

They both shrug before taking their places. Ari drops his underwear to the ground, standing in front of her as she grins up at him. She sticks out her tongue as he taps the tip of his cock on her tongue, teasing her. She groans as she feels Steve teasing her from behind, rubbing the crown of his cock along her wetness. Just as she is about to beg, they both insert their cocks at the same time, causing her to gasp.

Steve stills, grabbing her hips as her pussy grips him tightly. He looks up to see Ari gently easing his own cock in and out of Rosie’s mouth as she lapped and sucked him in like a good girl. He leans forward, gripping her hair in his hand, lifting her head up as Ari smirked, shoving his cock in further as she choked.

Ari doesn’t stop, pushing his cock all the way to the back of her throat, pausing as she choked, her throat tightening around him. “Fuck… if you need to stop at any time, tap my leg.” He grins down at her as she looks up at him, giving him a small nod before he looks up at his brother, a smirk on his face.

Steve begins to move in her, not able to hold back any longer as Rosie begins to moan and whimper around Ari’s cock. She is rocked back and forth between them, each thrusting alternately.

Rosie groans as Steve’s balls hit her clit with every hard thrust forward, pushing her closer to her orgasm. Just as it approaches, she feels Steve pull out of her, releasing her hair.

Ari looks up at him confused as Steve smirks. “Switch me.” He grabs Rosie, turning her onto her back as her head hangs back over the edge of the coffee table as she gasps. He switches places with Ari and approaches her mouth. “Good girl. Same… want to stop, tap my leg. You understand, baby?”

“Yes,” she purrs as he grins down at her, easing his cock into her mouth. Ari plunges into her hard, forcing her to take Steve’s cock deeper as Steve groaned and Rosie choked. She swallowed around his cock, tightening as Steve hissed.

Steve leaned forward, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers as she bucked up into his touch. He chuckled, leaning down to seal his mouth over her right nipple. Ari takes the hint to do the same with her left nipple, each of them sucking and pulling on her nipples with their teeth.

Rosie moans on Steve’s cock as he grunts, both of them thrusting at opposite ends, overloading her senses. Ari rubs her clit with his thumb as they continue their assault on her nipples, pulling and tugging, biting.

“Fuck…” Steve groans, leaning back to place his left hand on her throat, feeling his cock easing in and out as he replaces his mouth on her nipple with his right hand. He watches the drool rolling down her cheeks onto the floor.

“Going to come into her mouth?” Ari asks through moans of his own as he watches his cock disappear into her pussy, pulling him in with every forward thrust and he holds her legs in his hands, trailing kisses along her legs. 

“Yes,” Steve grunts, his eyes on his cock. “Together?” He asks, not bothering to look up as he hears his brother grunt.

“Oh yes,” Ari responds, Rosie’s sweet whimpers shooting straight to his cock as he rubs her clit with his thumb. “Come for us kitten. Come on my cock like a good girl.”

Rosie whimpers, her entire body buzzing with pleasure, her orgasm reaching its peak as it all becomes too much to hold in.

The room fills with moans, the smell of sex and sweat evident as Rosie moans around Steve’s cock just as he spurts his cum into her throat. She does her best to swallow as her pussy comes on Ari’s cock, squeezing him, milking him dry as he emptied his cum inside her.

She groans as Steve pulls away, drool and some cum rolling down her cheek as Ari pulls away to help her sit up. She wipes her mouth on the back of her hand, a small smile on her face as the three of them pant.

“Is this what you wanted when you came over here?” Steve asks as Ari leaves to enter the bathroom.

“Something like this, yes,” she admits softly as Steve laughs, moving to lift her into his arms. He carries her to the bathroom to set her in the tub still filling with water as Ari drew her a bath. She sits in the middle of the bath as she looks up at them. “Are you going to join me?”

The men look at each other before looking back at her. “I don’t think we’ll all fit, kitten.”

Steve shrugs, moving to sit behind Rosie, pulling her back against his chest. Ari sighs, shaking his head as he plops on the ground beside the tub.

Rosie leans forward to rest her chin on the side of the tub. “Having a good birthday?”

Ari nods, leaning forward to press a kiss to her lips before she leans back against Steve once more. “Oh yes. Steve?”

“The best,” he offers, moving her hair to her right shoulder as he feathers kisses along her left shoulder and up her neck. “Can’t wait for round two…”

@foxyprincessworld

[eccentricallygothic]

|| Wrong Turn ||

Pairing: Mountain Man Silver Fox Nomad!Steve Rogers | You. 

Trope: Neat and clean ‘civilized’ Princess-like young trophy wife X Filthy beast of a wild and scary man who only got her because he has the power. 

Description: In a desperate attempt to save your life from the wrath of the mountain people that your friends and you stumbled upon and accidentally killed on a hike gone wrong, you had to offer yourself up to their Leader to use as a ‘resource’. But little did your ‘husband’ know, you had been actively getting rid of his seed to avoid actually getting pregnant. Naturally, when he does find out, he is very unhappy… And also very determined to make sure you don't make it out of your punishment without a child, or two.

Warning(s): Dubcon, barbaric!Steve, breeding kink (gone wild), unprotected p-in-v, reverse cowgirl, doggy style, missionary, he has a wife bod kink (but it is inclusive), misogyny, smut with perhaps too much plot, fear kink, size kink, exhibitionism, possessiveness, jealousy, age gap, hair pulling, spanking, biting, allusions to painal and Steve being a teasing sicko about it but he doesn't actually penetrate, overstimulation, dirty talk, humiliation, degradation, boob play, squirting, Lloyd makes an appearance with his own young bride, dacryphilia (it's me), self degradation, Stevie is a perverted old meanie, infantilization, mind break.

Disclaimer: Very loosely based off of the movie that I do not own. You don't need to know it to read this piece but do note that it takes place in a fictional setting. Minors do not interact. 

Inspo-ish: This post.

Note: For someone who was on their period, I should not have been this horny. But I need this marriage, now. Ps, though this rotted in my drafts for a long time… in honor of Chris growing out his beard again, ig.

MASTERLIST

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You have no idea how long it has been since that fateful twilight when everything changed in your life, leaving you to a lifestyle you could never have even imagined for yourself.  

“Eat up, woman” but as your barbarian of a husband commands you in his rough and animalistically deep voice, you cannot help but break out of your reverie and shudder at the sight of the barely cooked meat piled high on the platter in front of the two of you. “So you can bear me healthy children” although you're the one who was made to prepare his beastly dinner -that never fails to leave you aghast when it's gorged down- as you're his wife, you cannot help but gag under your breath and feel disgust for the loaves that sit before you in the company of a tall stone carved jug that brims full of the foul smelling mead that your husband is ardently fond of. 

You muster up your best coy smile. Keeping up the appearance of a happily mated pair is important. Or people stare. And then the old man becomes unpleasant. “I had quite a lot while I was cooking, dear” your lies sting your tongue out of the fear you feel of getting caught, but the mere hope of not doing so is better than eating this. “Y- You go ahead” you slowly turn in his muscle hardened lap, that you are always to sit on, to give him a small smile but your expression almost transforms into one of horror because of how wildly your heart jumps at the sight of his stern, predator-like face. You are quick to recover though, as it is a usual occurrence. 

“You need it. You work so hard—” there is just something about his rough looks that never fails to send a chill down your spine. You have never seen anything, let alone an actual human man like him before. 

A beard as thick as the very forest his people populate and as dark as the nights can get here in the absence of lanterns due to the heavy trees, age that streaks some of his gold locks with its silver has not marred the sternness of his jaw that remains firmly set under the heavy mane of his facial hair. His shoulders seem akin to the mountains that surround his village and his piercing dark eyes the mysterious waterfall that flows some way down south from the entrance of the settlement. The frightening mass of his shoulders is so toned that if the barely noticeable wrinkles that sometimes appear under the dark of his eyebrows and next to the crow-feather like lashes that frame his eyes, he can easily be mistaken for a man in his primeful late twenties and no older. His unrelenting strength and wolfish stamina would only further serve to bear testament to the misconception. 

Your strict husband bluntly catches your shaky hand that you extend in his direction to feed him some of the meat, the force that he uses coupled with the coarseness of his skin making you jump. You bite back a yelp and whimper when you look up at his dark blue eyes from where you were watching his bearded mouth to carefully place the food in.

“I don't care” Steve does not care much for being polite -unless it is you who disregards it in your behavior-, especially when it comes to you denying or diverting his ‘care’ for you. “You eat more” you bite back the scowl that threatens to break onto your face from how he turns your hand around in your direction instead. “Wives always need to eat more. They do so much at home for husband and children” he probably feels proud of these ‘values’ that have been transmitted to him by his elders. But all they make you want to do is to crack him across the jaw for being a misogynistic and backward shithead. Especially with you. 

Your ‘husband’ believes that everyone has a role to play; a contribution to make to their people and home. That is how this archaic village of theirs has survived in these mountains hidden away from the rest of the world for so long. 

The greasy piece of a disturbing excuse of a rare steak touches your lips and you've been here long enough to know better than to argue or worse yet, fight. So you smile and lean into his arm that cases your form against his through the embrace he holds you in from behind, his fingers playing with one of the many flowered braids your attending ladies had put in your hair a bit before his arrival at ‘home’. 

“O- Of course” you reluctantly open your open and grip your flowy dressing gown for a semblance of support for your sanity, taking the smallest bite you can -which is still a lot as the man pushes nearly the whole piece into your mouth the moment you open up- as you keep your eyes trained on his to avoid looking down. Your mind always becomes more aware of the taste when you look. “Thank you, dear” you focus on swallowing it without gagging and feel your smile split in places because of how uncomfortable you are.

He probably notices it because he slightly raises one eyebrow and snorts before hugging your smaller form -that is tiny compared to his- closer and puts the rest of the piece in his own mouth. If there is one thing you have learnt in your time with him, it's that you can never fool him. Not really. No matter how well you may think you have lied or pretended, he always sees through it. 

Sometimes you suspect he even enjoys it.

Steve finally begins to eat himself, silently offering you another piece that you politely reject by shaking your head and then quickly pressing an apologetic kiss to his scruffy cheek to lighten the blow. Apparently, a wife can never be polite enough to her husband. And though the change in his expression begins with an unhappy frown, your show of ‘affection’ seems to suffice him and he relaxes in satisfaction, now looking down the long table and at his clansmen and maidens that sit enjoying their dinner, their chatter and laughter a dull roar in the large eating hall of the Leader's dwelling. You pick up the heavy jug of mead with both your hands and obediently hold it to his lips to sip from. Steve looks away from what one of his main men are saying and gulps down a mouthful, rubbing your back as a gesture for thanks before moving his hand quickly down to squeeze your ass to heighten the effect of his expression of gratitude. 

His form shakes in mirth when you yelp and blush. He knows how embarrassing you find being openly ‘affectionate’ in front of people and that is one of the reasons why he enjoys it so much besides showing off that a thing of such beauty and youth like you is all his. You rest the jug between your boobs that he has fucked and squeezed into increasing in size and use your other hand to gently finger and stroke his golden locks that he keeps pushed away from his face outside the bedroom. Though he says nothing, you feel his usually vigilant and always firm stature slowly soften and you cannot help but smile, though what he says next quickly deflates it.

“Do you feel any change in you, wife?” You know what it means and now it's you who becomes tense. He only uses that name for you when he speaks to you as a husband inquiring about your marital matters. “Has my seed attached to your womb yet? Does it grow there?” You gulp and feign shyness, moving closer to his hair and nuzzling yourself in him. “Hm?” He closes his hugging arm around you and reaches for your stomach, fingers groping your covered skin as gently as he can -which isn't much- to feel it. “Answer me” he demands when you refuse to speak. 

“I… I don't know, husband” you always promise yourself that you'll demand more rights for yourself; ask him to treat you like the other husbands treat their wives, only to fail the minute he enters your vicinity. 

“What does that mean?” His tone turns blunt and you whimper at the tightness that snaps back in place between his shoulders. 

You get it.

That was the deal, after all. 

Healthy children in exchange for your life that was required by their judicial laws for bearing false witness to your friend accidentally killing one of their people in mistaken defense. Steve had promised you before accepting you as a citizen that if you failed to fulfill your task you'd walk the darkness in the dungeons. He had shown you how it would be before declaring you a member of their tribe and the sight you had seen was something that had given you nightmares for days. 

But that did not mean you actually wanted to have your old captor's children.

You doubted it would ever be something you'd look forward to.

“I- I mean” regret shoots up your spine in the form of fear and you lose your speech to it momentarily. But then two of your main attending ladies -by that you mean Steve's top agents when it comes to you- enter the horizon of your sight and you hurriedly blubber out the first thing that comes to your mind. “I've n- never been pregnant before, s-o I d- don't know how to…” Your husband turns to look at you, his handsome features twisting into a rogue scowl but before he can scold you, one of the two ladies, Kaira, speaks in their language to Steve. 

Not everyone here can speak English and those who do speak it do so a rather odd version of it. Naturally, you don't speak their language and so they give you the full experience of an outsider when they need to discuss the business they want to keep private from you. The thought makes you want to laugh, like you'd be able to do something with whatever informations they withhold.

But it doesn't really bother you, because you don't care.

You've also learnt that ignorance is bliss here. 

Especially for someone like you.

Better to be the doe eyed trophy wife of an angel who can't tell her head from her ass.

“Is that so?” Your heart jumps when Steve chooses to speak English. That means that this definitely concerns you. You place the mead down and wrap one arm around his broad shoulders before nervously combing his thick beard with your other hand. Since you have no interest in or desire to learn their language, the only word you manage to pick up on when you focus really hard is ‘baby’ and that is solely because of the annoying amount of times it comes up for you. 

“Is not this strange?” He speaks once the women step back after finally ending the nerve wracking conversation that seems to go on forever. “Do you hear what they say about you, little one?” Fuck, you're definitely in trouble. 

He is reminding you of your place. 

You put on your best charming smile but you're painfully aware that your nervousness gives it away. You can feel it. “W- What do they say, dear?” They were such bitches. They knew how to speak English, that's why they were your attendants, but yet they chose not to. And now they were glaring at you like you weren't above them— oh no, not these thoughts again. You will never become like them! No, no! 

Steve pushes his plate away now. Your head spins from the realization. It's only half finished. Your husband never wastes his food. It is a near sin for them to do so. “They tell me the most odd things” oh just fucking tell me! You mentally scream but outwardly tilt your head to the side in confusion, your chest vibrating with the rising beats of your heart. “And now that I think about it myself…” His fingers wrap around the mead before he raises it to his lips. “I see the—”

“What did they say, Steve?” Your mouth works faster than your better sense and he pauses mid sip, dark blue eyes flickering up from the stone jug to look at you. Your face flushes a noticeable hot and your ears get sweaty from the awareness. 

Fuck. 

“They say you've been getting rid of my seed” he feels played and thus angry at the both of you. Perhaps more so towards himself than you; his silly little child-wife. How could he let a thing as tender and small as you fool him so? “... Do you?” It is obvious you are guilty. Besides, he is confident that his people would never lie to him unlike one young and beautiful girl that he had found kneeling in front of him in his court while bawling her eyes out one fateful night, fear stricken as his people surrounded him like a doe trapped. 

And of course, your expressions and reactions don't help your case, as always. “W- What? No…” Your mind becomes erratic.

“No?” He himself knows not what kind of a chance he offers you with that. But typical to your nature, you make it easy for him by refusing it.

“N- No! Of course not! W- Why would I ever do such a thing to m- my husb- hubby and my b- babies?!” Steve has to clench down his scoff. 

“You wouldn't, would you?” Your naivete never fails to amuse him.

“No! I- I don't know why they accuse me so—” you mend your speech from the archaic form that tries to leech to it everyday. “I don't know why they would accuse me of that but they must be mistaken! This is a misunderstanding!” 

He hums. “I see…” His scarred fingers begin to toy with your braids again. “So you remain devoted to me and faithful to our family, don't you?”

“Of course!” You nuzzle closer to him, your heart thundering into his chest. “I don't know why they still treat me like an outsider” you purr as you nervously stroke his hair, playing a card of your own and making an absolute fool of yourself by doing so. “I try my best… like I promised.” 

“Yes, your promise” his distant eyes -they get like that when you disappoint him and you hate the sight because it never fares well for you- travel down to your empty stomach. His gaze makes it wrench. Your fear skyrockets at the same rate as your anger. If only there was a way for you to get back at those bitches without having to give birth!

“I- It takes time sometimes, dear…” You hug his shoulders with one arm. “But it will happen. I know it…” Your other hand reaches for his fingers that rest on your abdomen now. 

“Oh?” Steve raises one dark eyebrow at you. His hair is the most fascinating combination of blonde and dark brown. “Is that what your modern day sciences say?” His people were not always like this, he had told you. They did not originate from here. Rather, some families had abandoned ‘civilization’ when it was going to hell -in his words- by killing each other for meaningless constructs such as caste, creed and color differences and migrated up here to establish a system of their own; one free from such nonsense. 

Apparently.

You take a deep breath. “Stevie—” you only call him that when you find yourself dangerously close to the dungeons.

“If that is what you believe in, wife,” he never cuts you off. Usually, that is. His age that streaks his blonde strands with its silver ones has granted him enough patience. Normally, he waits for the other person -who is most often you- to mess up themselves. But whatever the ladies have told him seems to agitate him into rebelling against his own nature today. “I'll do it your way. After all, happy wife happy life, is that not what you tell me often?” Okay, you might have said that during a particularly cocky moment in bed once. 

But the intention behind that had not been nearly whatever he is moving towards now. 

“Y- You don't have to, l- love…” You nervously giggle. “You're perfect the way you are” you run your nails that he insists you keep trimmed for hygienic -as if- and practical purposes through his silver-blonde hair.

“Oh no…” Now he pushes his food farther away. “I will indulge you, little one” he moves your other leg over his laps so now you face the people down the table with both of your legs on either sides of his, ass to his… fuck. “Time conspires against us, and so we must make haste.”

Your eyes widen and your heart leaps up in your throat. “M- My love?!” 

Steve moves your flowy gown out of his way, keeping a firm hold on one of your thighs even though he doesn't really have to. Your fear of him would never let you attempt an escape. “Yes, my stars” the name is so full of sarcasm it nearly pierces you open. “Let us leave time to its devices, and us ours” your husband is usually a very possessive and private man when it comes to you, but his ire seems to get the better of him today. You hear the buckle of his own clothes come undone. The table goes silent and heads turn in your direction once they realize what's going on. Oh no… Your stomach drops. Not in front of everyone. Not when Steve makes you so vulnerable in that condition. Not in front of these lowlifes!

“Husb—” blood bubbles hot under your cheeks as you feel him align himself against you. 

Holy shit.

You feel one of his coarse hands wrap around your throat and he pulls you closer to his mouth so he can whisper in your ear. “You will contribute, my stubborn little wife,” you whimper from the menace his words hold, your well trained cunt obediently squelching open against his thick hard tip as he lowers you on his cock with the hold he has on your thigh. “Whether you like it, or not” sometimes, deep down, you fear that the dungeons are not an option anymore. 

He keeps you in the horizons of his sight too much for them to be. 

It appears as though the sentence has changed. 

It is now Steve, or Steve.

You cry out from the strain his log-like girth puts on the narrow band of your entrance. God. You will never get used to his size regardless of how many times and ways he tames your pussy in. Yes, it does not refuse him or rip around him now as it used to in the beginning -and it did that for a long time- but the size to which his cock makes it expand is like a mini-birth. Feels like it, looks like it. Only, it feels way too good. And that's why you don't mind it—

No. You don't know what that was or meant. But you don't take responsibility for that thought!

“Oh!” The balmy velvet of your cavern grazes down the bulging veins and hard skin of the brute's cock until your petals squish against his heavy and very eager balls. Your head spins when you feel his tip tickle your cervix. It never takes his dick long to find it.  

His hands are pushing you back up almost instantly so he can slide you back down. You look anywhere but at the tens of faces in front of you, instead choosing to look at the wall on the opposite side of the table. You never thought these people were capable of being this quiet until now when your pussy makes an embarrassingly loud squelching noise as Steve tugs you back to his leaking tip and then allows gravity to suck you back down. You desperately bite your lips and try to focus on ignoring the way your insides are beginning to thrum with the excitement and stimulation; to show these brutes that you're better than them and aren't some animal of nature. But to no avail. His slimy precum mixes too well with yours, the rough skin of his hands digs into your thighs too well and the manner in which your petals rub against his cock when he lifts you yet again -now forming a momentum- before letting you slide in again is too much for you mask with nonchalance. 

Indifference has never been among your strong suits.

“Tell me, my pretty” Steve begins again, his dark eyes now finding the young and hormonal pack of unsuspecting boys who clearly do not know better. “Have you ever had a cock like mine?” He says it in their own language so the foolish miscreants see, understand and learn the fact that you’re only his. You belong to him and he will go to war for you, not that a pack of rug rats will ever be a cause of worry for him. “Has anyone ever fucked you as good as I do?” He switches back to the language you understand, roughly fumbling for your jaw before he grabs it and bounces his hips into yours at the same time. 

Your traitorous legs have begun to do what they always do; fuck yourself against him -if he hasn’t bound you, which he hasn’t- in whatever position he has you. You only realize that your breathing has become heavier when you open your mouth to answer. “Only you, my husband! Only you!” Your brain is running too fast for reason or reflection to catch up so you leave wondering why you answer him with the only words he has been able to teach you in his language to later. Your words are muffled as his fingers that grip the lower half of your face nearly slip in your mouth from the disordered urgency of the both of your actions. 

“That's right” your mouth falls open and you begin to softly pant in that animalistic way that you detest when he makes you watch yourself in a mirror while fucking you sometimes. In your defense, it is always unintentional on your part; you barely even notice it while taking his fucking. And yet, it is inevitable due to the force he does it with. “Look at you; dutifully fucking yourself up and down your husband's cock like a bitch in heat” a twinge forms in your knuckles from how your fingers hold the edges of the table to aid the gliding of your fuck hole that now slams up and down his cock in a rhythm you're all too familiar with, the smacks of your bare ass slapping against his naked abdomen making appalling noises that you're too worked up to dread over right now. “And you're a bitch in heat for me, aren't you?” His fingers move down from your jaw to your throat. “Wanting to be bred over and over again until you're so full of my children that your little belly is round and heavy to the brim, hm?” In these moments, you tell him anything and everything that he wants to hear.

Steve knows it all too well.

And he loves it.

“Yes!” Your voice disappears midway from how he squeezes your windpipe. His hips meet yours midway now, the wetness of your cunt and the force of his thrusts causing for his balls to try and push past the tight boundary of your sexual cavern. “Yes! Yes! I am! Please!” Your eyes roll to the back of your head when his free hand finds your petals to play with. “Ohhh!”

“You want to be bred, don't you?” He rubs your drenched pussy lips while his hard cock pistons in and out of your sopping cunt. “Want to contribute…?” He chokes you once more and this time his fingers pinch one of your pussy lips punishingly at the same time and you cry out. “Provide your husband with a house full of heirs?” The oxygen in your mind depletes and your eyes flutter as a result, cheeks turning red and nerves becoming prominent on your glistening temples. Your horny yet defensive pussy finally relaxes around him a bit so it doesn't hurt his dick and he savours the moment by holding you by the curve between your legs and fucking into your form that gets limp by the moment to push you towards your first orgasm. 

It always gets better after that. 

For him, at least. 

You don't choke him out so much then.

“Y- Yes!” When Steve finally lets go of your throat to let you breathe, you blubber out an an answer obediently once the light returns to your eyes. Your walls stiffen around him once more. But by then he has already worked himself closer to your womb. “Yes! Yes!” It is all your mind can muster.

“Good” he makes a point of taking both of your boobs in his hands and thoroughly massaging them to show off his ownership over you. “Now ask me to breed you” the fence of heat that has formed around your loins becomes tighter when his hands that previously fondled your clothed breasts slip under your gown -for Steve is too possessive to actually expose you to the eyes of others- and he softly rubs your tense sides a couple times before his fingers form pinches around your hard nubs. 

“Please breed me!” Your voice is so loud and strained that its quality is nearly blood curdling. “Please breed me and s- stuff me full your children!” Your hands fly to grip his from over the dress as you throw your head back and slip from the edge of your anticipation, parrotting all the words he has taught you over the course of your marriage. “Oh GOD! Please!” Your back arches from the coming undone of the hot belt of expectation and scorching gratification spills from it, seeping down your legs in the form of a nearly unbearable electric feeling that transforms into a subzero energy when it reaches your toes that curl, causing them to feel as though they are freezing. “I need your b- babies so bad, hubby!” 

Steve's own ears blush from the heat that courses through them in the form of adrenaline as he snorts, some of his blonde strands coming loose from the push and tug that he plays with your cunt. “Tell them” his balls ache from the strength it takes him not to fill you up right then. “Tell everyone that you want me to fill you up with my babies” since your sensitive body tries to curl and move away from the overstimulation, the older man wraps both of his hands around your thighs to keep you going. “Say it!” And he makes you say the words that he desires in the language of your spectators that look embarrassed for the first time since you got here. 

Save for your husband's best men who look equal parts aroused and proud. 

You want to cringe and be disgusted but your sensitive pussy is being pounded too hard for you to attempt a conjuring up of any dignity. 

“Need hubby babies bad!” You cry out again from memory when Steve's thick seed begins to fill you up at last. “Oh, my God!” The feeling of his hot cum filling you up and painting every inch of your sensitive walls penetrates your already hazy mind and the warmth that steams out of the pearly liquid steams its way up to your womb, making you shudder at the feeling. Your opening tightens around him in protest of the overstimulation and it instead causes for a barrage of bitter-sweet electric sparks to explode through your abdomen in the form of a half post-climax orgasm. Your body grows tired.

But your insatiable is far from done.

“Flattering, but no” Steve pushes you against the table before standing up when he is done fucking his orgasm as deep as he can reach into you. “The father of your children will suffice” your eyebrows furrow at his words but the older man does not give you a chance to ponder over them because now he is hooking his hands under your thighs that your rapid and messy fucking has covered in both of your juices. 

“W- What?!” Your vision is hazy and your mind dazed as you incoherently tap about. “What's— oh!” You wince from how much easier it is for him to move inside your worked open and much lubricated but torturously overstimulated walls now. “Oh! Oh…” Your hands blindly feel behind you to try and get him to stop. “Oh, no! No, please!” You cry out weakly, your upper body hanging low in the opposite direction from the exhaustion. 

“No?” The older man darkly chuckles, paying no mind to your flailing. “You think you can say that to me?” One of his hands desert their post on your thighs to roughly grab at your hair. He hasn't forgotten what started all this. “You think you have the same rights as everyone else around here, wife?”

But you're scowling from the burning pain in your walls, mind hazy and unwise. “Stop! Stop!” Your puffy folds ache from how his stiff skin rubs against them as he moves in and out of you at a normal pace… for now. “It hurts, stop!” 

“That is the part and parcel of having children” your body curves outwards as he pulls you further back and closer to himself by your hair. “And is that not why you're here?” His cocky tone along with the hungry and wondering eyes of the wildlings make you angry. “What you were spared for in the first place?” A twinkle in the eye of a man pisses you off and…

“It hurts, you old bastard!” Your young blood gets the better of you and your mouth runs before sense can catch up. “Stop, stop, stop it!” Since your hair holds you closer to him you manage to land a few smacks to his rock hard arms before you try to snake your fingers under his to pry off the hand that he coils around your thigh in a weak attempt to move away. 

Steve only chuckles, clearly unfazed by your fighting as he bounces your smaller form up in the air with each thrust. “Did your mother not teach you anything, wife?” He lets go of your hair only to restrain both your arms on the small of your back. “Good girls never tell their husbands no” your body flops forward again and you've no choice but to face the long table full of people. “They lay down pretty with their legs spread and let their husbands fill them with their children and then they express their gratitude for being granted a family.” Though your mind is confused and rather disoriented from the influx of sensation, you can make out new additions to the crowd of your humiliation from the corners of your vision. 

“Ugh!” You grunt from the rapid jabs he gives to your sore pussy, his firm hold nearly searing into your wrists. “I don't wanna have your stupid blonde babies!” Steve breathlessly lets out a real laugh at that. “Let go!” 

“There” he can swear he will never tired of you breaking the little character of the obedient wife that you so naively think you have mastered only to break it when he has you all riled up like this. “Right there, easy now” his other hand leaves your lap and he pushes your head down and against the table in the most condescending manner imaginable. Steve has got you to expose yourself for the brat you are, no need for play anymore. “Now I make a bunny out of you” his dark eyes now meet with those of the boys sitting at the other end of the table and his use of their language is a silent message. The Leader knows how his wife is desired. And he doesn't appreciate it in the least. The young males all panic and look away, gulping to themselves and praying for their lives. 

You try to struggle again, your lip curling in disdain and protest as you feel him fuck his cum right up your cervix. The bitter pleasure you get from it makes your head spin and your fingers and toes flex defensively. “Ooof!” Your cheek rubs against the table and you puff out your face to express how tense you feel down there. 

“Brat” Steve shakes in silent mirth as he reaches for your ass with the hand that he was holding your face down with. “Don't you move a muscle.” You're too busy rocking over the table and being held down to try. 

“Hubby, please!” You whine when one of his veins twitch deep up your walls and your knees shiver from the sensation. “Please!” Maybe if his cock wasn't so comically huge, it would have been easier to move past the rough friction of your raw, orgasm worn skins. But it is and so you are ready to abandon the dam that begins to form in your abdomen again if it means to avoid this pain. “Owwwiee!”

“Aw” Steve cooes as he now moves to a pace that falters your vision and causes for the great table to shake with each thrust that he gives you. “So small and sore, aren't we?” The spank he lands on your unsuspecting ass right after is the stark opposite of his tone. “Maybe we shouldn't act out so much when we are so weak and pathetic, huh, wife?”

“Oooof!” One of the shyer ladies get up before she carries her young son who stood next to the group of the young ones away and the realization of the fact that your spectators are all real people who see you everyday and will continue to do after this drips down your limbs like ice cold water. Your hips cannot help but clench from the embarrassment that you dully feel in some part of your mind way far at the back. “Hubby, please!” The spanks increase with each snap of his hips and though the turmoil between your legs takes up most of your sensory powers, your cheeks now begin to noticeably sting from the pain that builds from how the swings of his hand against your poor ass increase with each thrust. 

“Please?” Steve muses like he isn't balls deep into you and fucking the literal daylights out of you like a crazed heathen. “Oh, but I thought I was a mean old bastard” of course, your pleas always only mean that you want more, according to the brute you are married to. They cannot mean anything else, apparently. “And you didn't want my stupid blonde babies” you grunt from the frustration and land a helpless fist on the table. You are in an uncomfortable tug of war between the mutilation of your sensory glands and the tall barrage of tight hot anticipation that cannot help but form in the base of your stomach again because of how hard and rough he fucks you. 

Your husband's main man, Lloyd, laughs in a comically daft voice to tease you and be the insufferable asshole that he is. “You've got yourself a feisty little pup there, Steve” he is the only one who can refer to the blonde haired man by his name. Or maybe, he doesn't care to use the honorific and his usefulness backs him up. You wouldn't be surprised if the latter really is the case. “Don't you agree, my sweet?” He side hugs his own young bride who ironically is one of the sweetest and perhaps the only nice person in this entire village and Lloyd grins down at the girl whom you now notice is blushing furiously. 

Before you can let the humiliation swallow you whole, Steve spreads your burning cheeks and chuckles at the sight he finds glistening and blinking up at him, the madenned hammering of his cock unceasing. “Look at this adorable little button of yours, darling” you are not personally familiar with any of the faces that witness you trying to pathetically crawl away when your devil of a husband begins to tickle your pucker so you realize it was actually not quite hitting you as bad as it does now when you become hyperaware of Rainie's gaze. If it weren't for how your eyes roll because of Steve's hot seed shooting deep up your cavern again and nearly searing into your very flesh this time around from the brutality of it all, you reckon you would have tried to hide. But now all you do is let out choked blubbers as your wide eyes sting from tears due to the sensory overload. “I think it's time we deflowered it, what do you think?”  

Oh, no. 

His cock is not something that you can handle in your ass without splitting all over the place!

“No answer? No?” It feels as though you are the one who is cumming and not Steve because of how good he is at wearing the mask of nonchalance. “Hm,” he roughly pulls you backwards by your hair before hooking an arm around your waist to keep you from trying to get away from how he toys with your trembling pucker. “Maybe we should let sweet Rainie decide for you, hm—?”

“OH, GOD!” You cannot help but scream over him. 

He is too much.

Steve ignores your exclamation, thrusts delayed -more jab like- but so strong that his tip spears into your cervix with each thrust, thus causing for your head to spin from how he chooses to fuck out his orgasm. “She's your friend, isn't she?” Steve's beard gently stings the sweaty and teary skin of your jaw from how his mouth presses into your ear. “Aren't you, Rainie dear?” 

Yep, you are never looking her in the eye ever again. 

“Answer him, sunshine” Lloyd eggs his wife on and you notice through your cloudy vision that he is making her palm his own bulge. You nearly cringe back into Steve's chest from the obscenity of it all. 

The girl, a new bride herself, is shy and small next to her own flesh boulder of a husband as she meekly peeks up at you through her lashes. “Y- Yes, sir. We are friends” her voice is barely audible and both your husbands chuckle. 

If it weren't from how a dull orgasm rips itself apart somewhere deep between your loins, you would have felt angry.

It is like the assholes know that you're friends, and they're having their fun with it.

No wonder they are best mates.

“Good, good” you can feel Steve's cum splattering your thighs with each brutal jab, the sound and sprays of his shaft making a mess of your juices underneath your dress ample in its audibility. “So, do you think it's time your girlfriend's dirty little button was opened up, hm?” He keeps one hand on your pucker and reaches for your boob to grope with the other.

Rainie blushes again and furiously lowers her head the moment her eyes connect with yours. Though you don't know it, her own has been deflowered not too long ago and she isn't sure what response would be favourable by you, so that and the embarrassment of the Leader questioning her for something like that about his wife when she is on amiable terms with the girl makes her choose silence for as long as allowed. And her own husband cockily leaning into her and mansplaining into her ear how it would work for you by comparing it with what he did to her pretty ass only makes her curl further. 

“Shy little thing, isn't she, my precious?” So your husband turns his unwelcome attention back to you, bending the both of your bodies forwards so he can smack your asshole with the back of his hand easier, the impact making you rock violently forward. “Maybe you should learn some manners from her, huh?” The howls you let out from getting your pucker pinched and hit is something you would rather not narrate. All you choose to disclose of that ordeal is that sobs echo in the hall, another orgasm rips out of you and you are sure your body releases more liquid than normal for an average orgasm. “Look at how polite and nice she is, hm? While all you want to do is to curse your husband and be an ungrateful little sloth” it sounds as though a newfound annoyance causes him to grit his teeth towards the end and the tip of his fingers finds recourse in seeking for itself a passage past the tight barrier of your unwilling button as a result. 

And so your mouth begins to run in the desperate way he loves. “N- No, no, no hubby! No!” You vehemently shake your head as you feel your knees start to buckle from the exhaustion. “I- I didn't mean it!” The bearded corners of his mouth pull into a deep smirk. He knows its coming, and he loves it. 

“You didn't?” How can he not when he is the one who trained you to it and taught you the words to say during. 

“No! No!” Your voice comes out child-like from your mind's succumbing to its defeat. For the day, at least. “I d- didn't!” 

Steve is a jackhammer in how he fucks his children into you and works towards giving you more. “Oh, I see” now he speaks to you like an elder speaking to a young one, like you are no older than five winters. “Then, will you tell me why you said such naughty words to your husband who does so much for you?” He knows you're small now and so he chooses his words accordingly.

After all, it is Steve's meticulous tailoring of your mind and body which brings you to act out this specific sequence. 

Nothing less, nothing more.

Just this. 

A shrew tamed into a compliant wife equipped with the mind of a babe. 

He may never admit it outright simply because it goes against his very code of life but Steve knows in his heart of hearts that it is this very push and pull you put up in your own passive little way that keeps him alert and your marriage interesting. 

Addictive.

“Is ’cause— hnnng, cause—!” He pulls both of your bodies back up with the intention of turning you to face him but he chooses not to do it just yet. He wants you, those silly boys and everyone else who suspects that his judgement grows soft because of his fancy for your youthful beauty and adorable personality, to hear it. Steve can always pull you right back down if wants. Your reins will always be in a hand's reach to him. Just because he lets you sneak in your foolish ways sometimes doesn't mean you've conquered his nature-gifted better sense.

“Because, what?” Everything in life calls for balance and so each time your misbehavior that you think you hide so well from him begins to rise above a level he deems no longer amusing, he is there to hammer it down. 

Quite literally. 

“Because I am j- just an i- impudent,” Steve grunts and moans, feeling his cock twitch from how you always mispronounce imprudent when you are in this state. He taught you that word and true to your little baby self and mind, you can never get yourself to say it right. “Little wife and I am a d- dumby—”

“Fuck…” Steve feels a drop of cold sweat trickle down his back from your little vocabulary. He feels himself pant from how hard he fucks you, his windpipe alight from the friction caused by the air he heaves in with each desperate inhale.

You are a proper trouble; something he has never had before, and he loves it.

“— D- Dumby sloth who dunno any real worries besides e- eating and b- being spoilt b- by my lovu hubbsy—” your tongue is kinetic jelly between your teeth and Steve has begun to moan from how fucked stupid you sound. “So I get shtoopid and u- ungateful” Steve cannot contain it anymore. In a fevered and desperate confusion of how to express the thunderstorm you cause in his head, he slaps your hair away, causing for some of the flowers to go flying about, and sinks his teeth into your flesh, growling so deep into your skin that you feel the vibrations cause ripples in your blood. Perhaps that is what Steve yearns to taste. “B- But husby always fixes” your head goes limp against his as he sucks your skin like a crazed animal for you lose a track of how long. Your vision and hearing bolts away from your comprehensive faculties like a bullet train and your body gets sucked into the vacuum of your husband's beastly grip. You are just a lifeless doll rocking in whichever direction and manner he pleases.

Next time your brain catches on with your reality, your body has been placed under his with your back against the table. You faintly notice when your dress begins to get wet that splashes of mead cover it due to your brutish husband's depraved madness. 

“Look at me, hey” he pats your incoherent face until your wandering gaze settles on him, teary eyes distant. “This is the face that you will see in those of your children, and children you shall have until this residence cannot contain any more” his promise echoes in your buzzing ears like the bestowing of an ultimate truth upon you by some powerful deity. “This is the face you will look up at as you spread your legs,” his tip is so swollen, raw and hot against your worn skin that you can feel it even in this state. Your features scrunch from the discomfort. “This is the face you will kiss and cherish” his fingers find your throat again and your eyes roll to the back of your head when he puts pressure on your windpipe. “And this is the face that you will look at until you breathe your last” he holds you until you are on the verge of losing consciousness, though letting go only to stifle the gasp you let out to resume your breathing with a hot sealing kiss.

Your muscles twitch and your body spasms in the position he has you in. Laxness washes over your limbs and you begin to violently shake from the dull and yet stinging quakes of sensation that bloom through your whole form. 

For some dark, twisted and depraved reason, you cum from the helplessness of your situation and it is present in Steve's amused and proud smirk that the knowledge is not lost on him. Swiping an arm around you from behind with an air of satisfaction, he collects your limp body closer to his and walks off to your chambers with your drenched sexes still connected, leaving a crowd of embarrassed, curious, satisfied as well as tamed spectators in his wake. 

You surrender yourself to him and close your eyes as your body collapses on top of his. Your mind barely works but you know one thing— fact as clear as day; you are not making it out of this without at least one child on the way. 

And there isn't a single thing you can do about it.

. . .

[sarahowritesostucky]

Sexuality Profile: Andy

The main thing about Andy is that he likes power and control.

Not in a hardcore BDSM way, mind you. Oh no. He's a true Daddydom.

Mature Content below the break. Consume Responsibly.

He really loves to just have you be his good girl who's always going to listen to him and be sweet and needy for him. His wife is frigid, so he loves having a woman who is always ready and willing. He likes feeling wanted for a change.

So he's definitely the most "Daddy" of all your five guys, and he knows it because you tell him all the time. You call him Daddy waaay more than you do Ari, Lloyd, Kemp, or Bucky.

When you're with him, he's in complete control - and that's how you like it! He takes over so you don't have to worry about anything. Gone is the usually calculating, business savvy sex worker. In her place? A vulnerable, sweet girl.

You wouldn't characterize it as "age play," what you two do. It's more so just focused on a power imbalance dynamic: He's the smart, in charge, capable one; and you're the innocent, helpless, dumb(ish) one. It's a persona you fall into for him, and yet it doesn't feel like 'acting' at all. You love the escape of getting to be a sweet dumb thing for him.

Andy and Kemp are the only ones of your five who are married (Ari's divorced). Now, Kemp is just completely disengaged from his wife, but you don't get the sense that he minds her.

Andy minds Laurie. He is very unhappily married and would prefer to be divorced, but the stakes are too high (finances, custody of his son). There is ... something else, though.

You don't know what, but there is something dark in his past that Laurie knows about and holds over him. Andy once did something to protect his son Jacob, and you have your suspicions, but he shuts down whenever you ask (so you don't ask).

Whatever is is, you know he's stuck living in a house with a woman he hates.

So for Andy in particular, you really do serve as an escape. You're everything his wife Laurie isn't: submissive, kind, caring, young and sweet, accommodating, and sensual.

He's been diminished and emasculated by his wife for so long, you're like a breath of fresh air to him. You're a place he can come to relax, indulge ...

... and even vent. Out of all your daddies, Andy is the most into spanking.

And for him it's not just a spur of the moment kind of thing. Sure, he'll give you a playful swat during sex, but he also has rules and discipline set in place for you and will calmly punish you with spankings when you fall short.

One of your favorite places to be is over his lap on the bed, his steady voice asking if you're comfortable "before we get started," his hands caressing lightly all over your bum before that first, dedicated smack comes down.

Andy knows how to spank, and his big, masculine hands can pack a wallop. He'll usually let you grind, or situate a vibrating toy under you while he spanks. It's only if you've really done bad that he'll spank you without any stimulation at all.

Now, you like smacks during sex just fine, but you never imagined that you could get so wet from grinding your clit against your daddy's thigh while he punishes you.

You've discovered a lot of things about yourself, thanks to your five daddies, and with Andy the biggest realization you've come to is that you crave having a big, strong, kind and bossy man in control of you. In fact you thrive on it. After so many years of hustling and being "that boss bitch," you're tired of the grind and of having to constantly look out for yourself because no one else will. Andy is a relief to you, in that way.

You call him Daddy a lot, and sometimes "Mr. Barber," when you're being saucy or playful (and it's an instant boner from him when you do).

Andy's favored pet names for you are "babygirl," "sweetheart," and "little one/little miss."

He thrives on making you feel safe and cared for. He loves that protector and provider role. Whenever something upsets you with one of the other guys, he can always tell (and he'll spank, tickle, or edge you until he finally gets the answers out of you.)

Andy and you have a game you play. You'll snuggle together on the couch and you'll both let your hands roam as you watch the movie, teasing and touching and rubbing each other until the end credits roll. It's it's own weird little sort of tantra: playful, teasing, and guaranteed to have you dripping wet by the end of the movie.

Like Ari, Andy is a big fan of morning sex. He almost always wakes up hard, and he loves to just roll you over and press you down into the bedding, plastered to your back with the lube bottle in hand and coaxing you to just close your eyes and "Let Daddy put it in."

Of all your guys, Andy spends the most time at your apartment. He has a desk there because he works so much, and you have a semi-regular routine of sitting beneath his desk and cockwarming/playing with him. It's a favorite activity of yours (especially during his teleconferences).

Andy loves your womanly body, and he's always grabbing and groping you--even parts that you get squirmy and whiny about when he does (he doesn't care he does it anyway).

He loves to see you in lacy, girlish, innocent things--again, not so much an ageplay thing as it is a sweetness and power imbalance thing. Andy's wife refuses to dress up in "silly things" for him, but you are more than happy to accommodate him.

Since the two of you spend so much time just being snuggly together in the apartment, you always either wear cute and tempting loungewear/pajamas, or else very short skirts/dresses with flirtatious thigh high stockings.

Andy was the first of the Daddies that you met. And he's very typical of the sort of "unhappily married and seeking affection"-type clients you used to get a lot of.

He was much more unhappy then and was more controlling and slightly rougher with you for those first few months, but he's mellowed out the longer he's had you and gotten his needs met.

Fun fact: when you first met him, you were considering getting a labiaplasty, but he absolutely put his foot down and forbid it, because he loves that you're "an outie" as he calls it. He told Ari this information, and now the two of them both make a habit of paying extensive attention to playing with your lips when they go down on you, making their point that you'd better never even think about it.

He likes having anal with you. But since you actively dislike it, he only asks for it on very special occasions, and when he can't have that he still likes to rim you and finger you as part of foreplay. When you do let him, he spends an obscene amount of time getting you ready and making sure you've cum at least once before he puts it in.

His favorite position is you on top to start (because he knows you cum fast that way), and him on top to finish.

And his one fantasy that he hasn't yet confided/fulfilled? He wants to have a threesome with you and Ari. (He'd really love to DP, but he knows that's not likely to happen, because you've told him about Ari's ... size.)

And a secondary fantasy: he wouldn't mind cucking Lloyd - he hates that guy.

If there's something you want to know about Sugar Baby and any of the five daddies, feel free to shoot me an ask!

Five Daddies Imagines Masterlist

Masterlist

[deexchanel]

BM4

Word Count: 2,995

Pairing: Chris Evans x BlackFem!OC

Warning: Swearing, Arguments, Angst, Fluff & Jealousy.

Summary: They meet for the planned lunch date. Chris still has a lot of things on his mind that he wants to speak about.

A/N: I’M BACKK FRIENDSS! Might not be for a long time but definitely for a good time. For the sake of my chapters Liv is 4 instead of 3, carry on. mwahhh 🫦

**I'm going to come back to edit later, cause right now its getting irritating**

<<<<BM, BM2, BM3 >>>>

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“Lively.” Ryelle sighed after the phone call ended. She is not caving into no more sweet sucker bullshit. He chose Minka when he decided to stay with her. You want Ry? You should’ve left with her. “We haven’t fully celebrated your birthday since they planned an event yesterday. Are you sure you want to hang out with your Dad today?"

Lively contemplated the proposition being proposed at hand. This weekend has been crazy but it is this supposedly hot girl summer her mom keeps calling it. Her answer remained the same. “Yes! I want pasta"

“Ugh okay! I don’t know why you are cool with your Dad, he and I are beefing right now.” Ryelle shook her head, getting up from the counter. Lively climbed down from the seat giggling at her momma. They began making their way down the hallway. “Beef? What does that mean?” 

“It means when I see your Dad, I’m gonna.” She turned around picked up Liv and started swirling her around. The 4-year-old lets out her beautiful giggle, latching on to her mother. “Mommy, put me downn!!”

“Neverr!” Ry yelled playfully as she ran towards Liv’s room so they could change out of exercise clothes and into something cute. She dropped her gently on the bed. “Do you want to stay in this outfit or change?”

“Change!” Liv screamed while rolling around so she could get up from the pile of stuffed animals. “Changee? What you changing for girl?” Ry joked as she looked through Liv’s closet. Liv finally got out of the struggle and followed her mom into the closet. “So I can look pretty for Daddy like you do!”

“Like I do? Liv I get pretty for myself baby. We don’t get pretty for a man.” Ryelle turned around holding up two different colored tights. Lively jumped pointing at the yellow tights she wanted to wear. “We get pretty for ourselves.” Ry smothers her face with kisses. 

“Mommy.” She giggled turning red from all the love given. They proceeded their morning routine like no other as R&B played lowly in the background. Ryelle enjoyed moments like this with her baby girl and she’ll forever cherish them. She loves the bond they have, appreciating that she’s able to give love that she didn’t receive. 

Chris eventually texted her the location of the restaurant he wanted them to meet at. After putting on perfume and lipgloss, the girl was out the door, into the beautiful city.

Ryelle parked her Honda Accord near the entrance seeing the black suv’s, Chris’s security were most likely sitting in.

She turned down the music looking at Liv in her carseat. “Ready?”

“Ready!” Liv gave a big smile.

Ryelle shook her head not believing she’s actually here. It’s still fuck Chris.

It took them a minute but they walked into the restaurant, hand in hand. When walking in, Ryelle went towards the hostess stand but security stepped in the way.

“Ryelle right this way ma’am”

“O-Oh Okay!” She responded a bit confused and was taken off guard. The security guided them to this gorgeous private section where Chris sat there looking at the menu. Liv’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. “Daddy!!”

She let go of her mother’s hand running towards her father. Chris sat the menu down instantly sliding out of his seat, kneeling with his arms wide open. “ Lively!!”

She ran into his arms giving him the biggest hug. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too Princess.” He held her tightly, giving her the biggest kiss on her cheek. Ry checked out his outfit as she walked, starting to feel they were so under dressed as she got closer. He has a nice ass suit and they look like they’re going shopping at the mall what the hell.

By time Ryelle made it to the table, he stood up with Liv in his arms. He shifted her over to give Ry a hug but she waved him off.

That definitely made him raise an eyebrow but Liv captured his attention before he could speak on it. “Do I look pretty Daddy?”

Chris gave her a big smile, “You look beautiful my love. Your outfit is stunning.” He gave her a kiss on the forehead and she let out a giggle. Chris was sitting with Liv in lap as they sat down at the table. Ry rolled her eyes mumbling, picking up the menu.

“With that expensive ass suit on and them ugly ass shoes.”

Chris looked up from the menu. “What you say?”

“You heard what I said.”

“What’s with the petty comments?”

"I'm just saying, you look as if you're going to a movie premiere while we look like we're going to a football game or something."

He held his hand up in defense,"Well I had an important meeting after our lunch date so-"

"Whatever Chris.", She waved him off.

Chris smacks his lips out of irritation from being cut off, letting go of the conversation cause he didn't like the attitude coming from Ry.

“Mommy said yall are beefing. What that mean?” Liv interrupted the conversation being her innocent self. Chris made a face towards his baby’s mother, now fed up with the secret animosity.

“We got a problem now? Ryelle I haven’t done shit to you and now you have a problem with me? What the hell.”

“Chris are we going to ignore the fact that your fiance pulled up on us kissing last night and we’re meeting today like everything normal! That doesn’t bother you??"

“No it doesn’t bother me cause I told you from the jump Saturday morning that I want this. I want my family Ryelle, I want you. You make me feel comfortable, make me feel like I belong!”

“That’s flattering Chris but you’re going about this wrong! All of this is wrong!”

“Me wanting to love you is wrong-”

“No it's how certain you were on marrying Minka last week now you’re wanting to marry me like what?! Do you hear how crazy that sounds!!”

Chris voice started to raise, sensing that Ryelle wasn't taking him seriously,“I don’t give a fuck about what's crazy any more. I am determined to get what I want and thats you!” Liv clutched onto his arm not liking the tone of his voice.

"Lower your voice." Ry grit through her teeth, seeing how antsy Liv was getting in his lap. Before Chris could respond, the waitress came to their table.

"Hi, what can I start you guys off with today?"

"We'll do the crab claws for our appetizer." Chris then turn his attention towards his daughter in his arms. "Liv do you want that as well or would you like something else?"

Liv peeked up a moment, speaking gently, "Mozzy Sticks."

"Mozzy Sticks it is love, anything else?"

She shook her head, going back to her cuddle spot knowing that her parent were going to start arguing as soon as the lady left. The things they talk about genuinely confuses her and she wishes they would stop arguing. Mommy told her that it is disrespectful for her to interrupt adults conversation but she is tired of hearing her parents bicker. Why can't her parents be like Melanie parents? They never argue.

Liv glanced back and forth between her parents as their conversation sparked as soon as the lady left like she said. Ugh!

" Am I wasting my time? You know I've been showing you how I’m into you but I do not received the same energy back.”

"Shit Chris, I need to be asking the same thing! I don't trust the fact that you claim that you are in love with me. Truthfully I've been in love with you since the first day we met, I've never stopped." Ryelle confessed as she runs her hand through her hair. She instantly fumbles with fingers knowing the conversation was getting deeper.

“I’m just not going to blurt something out like that. You’ve been gone for months and summers, you thought I was going to hop in your arms like that. No, I need time and reassurance.”

Chris pinches the bridge of his nose, “I will Ry but you haven't been 100% with me either. ” It’s his turn now to do the grilling cause looking back, he doesn’t know much about Ry. “Are you dating or talking to another guy?”

Thank God, the waitress came over to the table with their appetizers. They gave the her their order of what they would like to eat. Liv sat up straight facing the table, she began eating along with her parents. After Ryelle took the first bite, she proceeded to give him the answer.

“I do talk to someone Chris…”

Chris looked up from his plate so fast, “What?? You’ve been having the men your dating around my daughter?!”

Ry looked at him in disbelief, “No! I don’t even play like that, plus that's not what you asked!!” irritation starts kicking back in. “Can’t believe you trying to play me!”

“I’m just stating facts. I need to know if you’re bringing her around them. Who is he? Matter fact, what’s his name??” Chris attitude kick in as he sat the fork down roughly. It clanked against the plate making Liv jump.

“Calm down with your aggressiveness, you’re scaring Liv!” Ryelle sat her fork down as well. Now she raised her voice, “PLUS, you can’t ask shit to me about who I’m dating. You just came back in the picture, slow your damn roll!”

“The fuck you mean I can't Ryelle, I’ve been expressing my love to you! I have every right to know!”

“Chris I will cuss you out if you don’t calm down.”

“Ryelle I’m just saying like be so real right now.”

“That don’t mean talk to me crazy!”

“You been talking to me crazy this whole time. Don’t fucking act stupid!”

“Chris do not make me knock your ass out! Just because I talk to someone doesn’t mean that I’m bringing random men around Liv. I wouldn’t do no crazy shit like that!” Now Ryelle stood up from the table slightly leaning over it, she pointed at him. “Stop fucking playing with me!”

“You knew you had another guy in the picture, letting me look stupid confessing my love to you. I feel like a complete fucking fool!” Chris abruptly stood up as well, tightly gripping onto Liv. The swift movement made her smear the marinara sauce against her face and drop the cheese stick she held. That was it for Liv.

Lively began sobbing which instantly grabbed the attention of both her parents. “What’s wrong?!”

She squirmed out of his arms, running to the nearest corner of the room. Ryelle tries to call her but Liv rejected it.

“Lively, baby…”

"No!"

Ryelle is big on giving Liv her space when she starts crying. It took all her might not go over there and care for her baby. Both of them let out a sigh, knowing their conversation got way too heated between them. "Chris I'm sorry for having an attitude when we arrived and not keeping my cool. I shouldn't have been so caught up in us to realize this lunch date was meant for spending time with Liv, not arguing."

Chris grabbed her hand placing a kiss," Do not apologize Ryelle, I should've controlled my jealousy. I wanted to talk about us as much as you wanted to so this is both on us. I am truly sorry, please don't let this be a reason that I don't see her again." His face turned red a bit as tears welled into his eyes. Just thinking of his life without Liv's beautiful smile, crushes him.

"I wouldn't do that to you Chris, she deserves to be in your life." Ryelle pulled him into a hug. He gave her a squeeze as they hugged for a min. She pulled back from the hug hearing that Liv's cries have soften." We should go check on her now."

"Okay." Chris placed a kiss on her forehead and they held hands as they made way toward their daughter. Lively held her knees closes, while still wiping her tears. It broke their heart to see her like that, wanting to prevent situation like this in the future.

Both Chris and Ryelle squatted by their Princess. Ry spoke up softly,"Lively baby, Mommy and Daddy ruined your day with our problems. You're too young to be dealing with this and with that we are genuinely sorry Princess."

"Yes baby girl, we are genuinely sorry."

Lively looked up at them with glossy eyes. "Why you can't be like Melanie's parents?" She glanced between both her parents. "They don't yell, you always yell at each other. Is it about me? Is it s-something wrong with me?" Tears fell from her eyes. This broke Ryelle even more, she started crying while wiping the food from Liv's face.

"No! There isn't anything wrong with you Princess. Daddy and I were bumping heads that's all but no more of that."

" Lively Evans, you are perfect in every single way. Your mom and I will figure out this problem. I will make all of this up to you." Chris placed a kiss on her forehead, aw man his heart. "I love you and I love your mother to the fullest." He opened his arms, hoping that she would still come to him. Lively went back into his arms," I love you too."

They both let go of the breath they didn't know they were holding. A part of them hoped their daughter didn't hate them. During the interactions, the waitress brought their lunch but didn't want to interrupt. So they came back to the table to finish their lunch date.

Ryelle was quiet, so many things ran through her mind. She wants this, she wants Chris. There are just so many obstacles that come in the way. Do she just want keep her guard up or say fuck it and let him in? If she do, what are the consequences? Would she be happy? There are so many questions that Ryelle doesn't know if she wants to explore yet. She looked up from her plate of pasta seeing Chris and Lively in their own world sharing food plus jokes.

“Yeah, you get to meet my dog Dodger.”

“Dodger?”

“Yes sweetheart.”

She would love to see this sight for the rest of her life, man the love she has for this man is so strong. Ryelle didn't even know she had zoned out staring at the two loves of her life. "Mommy, what you looking at?"

That pulled Ry out of her trance to see them looking at her with confused expressions. "My bad guys, I was lost in my thoughts."

"She's not going to admit that she was staring at our beauty." Chris sassed to Liv's which made her giggle. Ryelle shook her head at their silliness, letting a smile creep unto her face "I wasn't."

"Oo Guess what!!"Lively spoke excitedly, looking up to her Dad. He gave her his full attention.

"What is it love bug?"

"I go to school tomorrow!"

Chris didn't understand why she mentioned school but he kept the conversation going," Are you excited? You get to hang out with your friends again."

Ryelle giggled at his confusion and spoke up in the conversation. "Chris you know she doesn't have a sense of time. She meant to say it's the first day of school tomorrow."

Now this had Chris excited, he get to experience a milestone. "First day of school Liv, that's great news! You’re a big girl now." Lively stood up in the chair, wrapping her arms around him. He wrapped one arm around her to secure that she won’t fall.

"Yes Daddy! Are you going to be there when I go?"

"Even better sweetheart, I'll be there in the morning to drop you off and pick you up."

"Yayyy!!! Mommy did you hear that?"”

Ryelle gave her daughter a smile, “Yess, I heard the great news. I’ll have you up and ready by time he gets there.” Chris began poking Lively all over sending her into a giggling fit. During this whole time neither one of them have checked their phone.

Ryelle reached for her phone to check the time. It was 3:26 p.m. They had been there for over 2 hours. That made her wonder about Chris’s meetings.

“Uh Chris, what happened to your meeting? We’ve been here for the past two hours.”

“Oh crap, I haven’t checked my phone since you guys got here.”Chris facepalmed as he grabbed his phone probably checking thousands of messages. “I’ll get James to cancel it. Now let’s get the check then go out for ice cream, yeah?”

He canceled his important plans for them. He canceled…plans… for them… Ryelle just sat there fighting a smile from growing. They stared into each other eyes for a second but Ry broke it with tension rising,“Liv is ice cream fine?”

“Ice creamm!”

Ryelle smiled at them, cleaning up around the table. Chris stood up letting go of Liv for a moment, he sat down a couple bills from his pocket. She leaped into his arms and Chris caught her in time.

“Oomf.”

“Liv be careful baby.” Ryelle cautioned as she grabbed her purse from the chair. Chris grabbed Ry hand as they began walking out of the restaurant.

“How about I spend the rest of the day with you guys?” Chris questioned once they stood in front of her car. He gave her a kiss on the cheek, “I’m not taking no for a answer.”

Ryelle looked away in shyness, he still makes her nervous. “That’s fine with me Chris.”

Yeah so all that stuff she was talking about earlier after the phone call,ignore that. Ryelle is weak in the knees, she can’t help but admit it. He cares about her and Liv, that's the part she loves the most. Maybe them taking things slow will help them blossom a beautiful relationship.

When Chris placed Lively in the carseat, Ry still stood outside of the car in a daze. He walked over to the driver side grabbing her waist,"You are so beautiful my love. I could admire your beauty all day everyday."

"Chrisss." A blush crept unto her face trying to push him away from her so he couldn't see.

Chris lets out a laugh knowing he have made her nervous, he placed a finger under her chin so she can look at him. "Come here." He convinced, placing his lips onto hers. Ryelle melted into the kiss, letting out a slight moan when his hand gripped her ass.

This man has her wrapped around his finger, oh god!

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Heyy guys! It's been two years since I've posted and honestly I don't have any reason for that lol. Life be lifing and I just be needing to hop on the train of staying intune with myself. It's been a minute guys but thank you for still loving & supporting my page.

Thank you, Thank you, Thank you.

You will see me very soon ;)

Stay Slutty My Friends <3

[andydrysdalerogers]

To The Limit ~ A "Following Team Orders" Sequel

Characters: Johnny Storm x OFC Maya Levinson

Synopsis:

Twenty Four Races 

One Season 

His last chance. 

Johnny Storm has had a good career in Formula One.  The only thing he doesn’t have is a championship.  And it looks like he may never have one. Especially when the perfect storm of events changes his life and Formula One is pushed aside for two years.  

Until a miracle offer comes through.  

Now he has one season to prove himself to be a champion. His focus should be driving the best he can, even with his personal life in the shadows. And especially not on the hottie on  his crew.  She is beautiful, smart, and completely taken.  

He should also remember, she’s the team principal’s sister. But he didn’t earn his nickname, Torch, without burning rubber and pushing to the limit.  

One season,  

Twenty Four Races 

Can he win it all? 

Warning: references to a partner's death, cheating (but not by the MCs, alcohol consumption, SMUT!, angst, racing incidents, language, grief, etc.

Banner by me!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Prologue // Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4

I'm tagging my normal taglist but if you would like to be removed, please let me know.

Taglist:

@patzammit

@texmexdarling

@slutforchrisjamalevans

@firephotogrl74

@tinkerbelle67

@before-we-get-started

@bunnyforhim

@alexakeyloveloki

@sunnyhummingbee

@whiskeytangofoxtrot555

@peaceinourtime82

@saucy-sassy-sparkly

@kmc1989

@kandis-mom

@lokislady82

@raven-blue3000

[navybrat817]

April Reading List

Hey, lovelies! I haven't had much time to read and will add more as I can, but here are the fics I had the pleasure of reading and reblogging throughout the month of April. Please show these writers some love and heed the warnings for each fic. Remember, you are responsible for your own media consumption. Banner by yours truly and divider by the talented @saradika .

If any writer does not wish to be included in this list, please let me know.

Love, thanks, and happy reading!

Bucky Barnes x Reader

What's Up, Buck? by @late-to-the-party-81

Hope is a Dangerous Thing For a Woman Like Me to Have by @buckets-and-trees

Bandaged with Love by @jobean12-blog

SALT by @buckets-and-trees

Triage by @writing-for-marvel

Hello, Neighbor by @sunshine-on-my-mind

Burning Desperation by @rookthorne

Take Some More by @slyyywriting

Passionate Negotiations by @targaryenvampireslayer

I Wanna Be Yours by @buckycuddlebuddy

Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers

Pound the Alarm by @rookthorne

Other Sebastian Stan Characters

God the Bounty Hunter x Reader

Call Out to Me by @mickeyhenrys

Lee Bodecker x Reader

Dead End by @shadeysprings

Steve Rogers x Reader

Rewritten by @intrepidacious

Other Chris Evans Characters

Ari Levinson x Reader

Stoned Sex by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Bad Moon Alphas by @biteofcherry

After Hours by @flordeamatista

Curtis Everett x Reader

Within the Shadows by @shadeysprings

Jake Jensen x Reader

Husband Material by @thornsnvultures

Miscellaneous Characters

Blind Dates and Secrets by @alicewonderao3 (Dean Winchester x OFC)

Through the Eye by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor (John Wick x Reader)

Trapped by @ironlady1993 (Tony Stark x Reader)

March ⚓ February ⚓ January

[po03sficrecs]

Authors I 10/10 recommend

A.N.: This list will be updated from time to time as I discover new writers on this app, also, if there are favourites of yours that aren’t here let me now, I’ll check them out ! Also some of these might be 18+ only so please respect each author’s rules/guidelines.

Chris Evans

@time-for-a-lullaby

@k-evans-reads

@secretswiftymarvelfan

@onsunnyside

@theycallmebecca

@milkathedudz

@andydrysdalerogers

Chris Evans’ Characters

@secretswiftymarvelfan

@imaginedreamwrite

@drabblewithfrannybarnes

@spectre-posts

@onsunnyside

@theycallmebecca

@andydrysdalerogers

[brandycranby]

what if i was just a customer and you were the deli owner that handed every order to me with a smile and a twinkle in your eye 🥺 what if you fell in love with me over a hot cup of soup during a bitter nyc rainstorm when everything was grey and cold except for the brush of your hand on mine 🥺🥺

[ambersgems]

New Writing Blog!

Hey, Guys!

I really want to get back into writing, and I figured this blog would be a good way to do that! I will write for several different fandoms, so just ask! I'd really like to get into a groove, so as many asks as you want!

I think writing should be a collaborative process, so anytime you have ideas or just want to chat about your favs, my inbox and messages are always open!

I am kind of thinking this blog may end up with like a gemstone theme? But maybe not.

As of now, I am super into Dean Winchester (Jensen Ackles), Chris Evans and his plethora of characters, and Sebastian Stan and his characters.

If anyone has any requests, please send them my way! I will probably start out slower with drabbles, imagines, etc and work my way up to full on fics.

If you stuck around to read this whole post, thanks! haha

[saiyanprincessswanie]

SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading List Week 205-206

A/N: Thank you again to those who gave me recommendations for fanfics. 💜 This week had me reading 40 fics. Absolutely amazing stuff here.

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal-boosting them. The author is listed next to the title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community.  💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

For my Masterlist click HERE.

Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

Page-break by @whimsicalrogers

Header by @fictional-affairs

If you can, please reblog these lists so they can reach more people on Tumblr.

I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Slow Deep Breaths - (Steve x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Built Differently - A Hearts Embrace - (Stucky x Reader) - @rookthorne

Evermore - Part 2 Chp 2 - (Ari x Reader, Andy x Reader) - @joannaliceevans-fanficblog

Finding Home (7) - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Indecent Proposal - (4) - (Stucky x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Life Is Short So Make It Sweet - Chp 8 - (Curtis x Honey) - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Your Mark On Me - Part 11 - (Steve x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513

Taking hands - (Brock x Sinthea) - @nekoannie-chan

Teamwork? - (Steve, Brock) - @nekoannie-chan

Mercy: Chapter 1 - (Fem!Reader x Steve Rogers; Curtis Everett; Jake Jensen; Lloyd Hansen; Robert "Mr.Freezy" Pronge) - @stargazingfangirl18

Hold You Tight: Part 2 - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

No escape - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Steve Vs. the Internet - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Gun for hire (4) - (Lloyd x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Set in Stone - (Pete x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Home Sweet Home Chp 5 - (Brock/OFC) - @talia-rumlow

I'm your daddy now (3) - (Lloyd x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Monkey See, Monkey Do – Chapter 16, Part 1 - (Colin S x Reader) - @spectre-posts @what-is-your-plan-today

The Fine Print - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Doppelgänger - (Andy x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

All In - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Wrecked (Part 6) - (Frank C x Reader, Billy R x Reader) - @tuiccim

Fall for Me - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Mercy 2 - (Fem!Reader x Steve Rogers; Curtis Everett; Jake Jensen; Lloyd Hansen; Robert "Mr.Freezy" Pronge) - @stargazingfangirl18

Home Sweet Home - Chp Six - (Brock/OFC) - @talia-rumlow

Falling in love - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Be myself - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Bring you back - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Hold You Tight: Part 3 - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Monkey See, Monkey Do - Chapter 16, Part 2 - (Colin S x Reader) - @spectre-posts @what-is-your-plan-today

The Shadows Within - (Hughie Campbell x reader) - @the-soulofdevil

Did I Make You Proud? - (Bucky x Reader) - @deliciousangelfestival

The Day After - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Change spell - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Accident - (Lloyd x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Life in the Fast Lane - Part 10 - (Ari x Reader) - @syntheticavenger

Don't Like the Cold - (Curtis x Reader) - @thezombieprostitute

getting what you want on a rainy spring afternoon - (Bucky x Reader) - @witchywithwhiskey

On the Edge - (Ari x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Libya is a Shit Hole - @spectre-posts @what-is-your-plan-today

[cevansbrat0007]

This may be a little out of the blue BUT what about our trio couples and the below…….

39. When and how did they admit that they loved each other? If they haven’t yet, why?

🙏🏼

Daddy Andy and Baby Girl (Not from the GP-Universe): These two said those three magic words rather fast. While they had initially met at play party, they were actually on their third date when Andy dropped the bomb after a particularly contentious Boston Red Sox game.

He got into it with an overzealous fan after he spilled beer on Baby Girl. They started arguing, and then the guy took a swing at Andy. He missed, prompting his pal to try his luck - only to be surprised when our girl chest bumped his ass out of the way with some serious force.

Long story short, the two assholes were escorted out by security and while Andy and Baby Girl took the party out to the parking garage under the pretense of each needing to check the other for any...injuries.

Safe to say their "I love yous" came tumbling out while they were busy giving each other their second round of once-overs in the backseat of Andy's SUV.

Daddy Curtis and Ruby Like the couple above, these two fell for each other rather quickly as well. Curtis was a goner the moment he realized that Ruby was all he could think about after that one terrible night. All he could think to do was get to her.

Meanwhile, finding a fragile and wounded Curtis on her doorstep all this girl needed to push her over the edge. Something shifted inside her that night and she knew there was no going back. Just because it still took a couple of months for either of them to say the words out loud doesn't mean they didn't already know it deep down.

Daddy Ari and Story Ari and his gal are hands down the most stubborn of the trio of couples. They flirted and played, but refused to fully commit. Every time things between them threatened to get serious, one of them got cold feet.

The others were convinced it would stay that way forever, until a near death experience forced them to confront their feelings for one another. They've been inseparable ever since.

[steviebbboi]

List of my WIPs

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPS.

Thanksss for tagging me~ @mercurial-chuckles & @stellar-solar-flare

Man, im not joking, i have way too many WIP's but here are a few that i'm either genuinely working on/publishing/intentions to write:

If You Could, You Would (If I Could, I Would) [Series] - <Logan Howlett/Wolverine x Mutant!OFC>

Red [Series] - <Captain America/Steve Rogers x Mutant!OFC>

Lessons in Power [One-shot] - <Tutor!SoftDom!Steve Rogers x Tutee!F!Reader> ➡ Plot ask answered

Inked Corruption [One-shot] - <TattooArtist!Ari Levinson x F!Reader> ➡ Plot ask answered

Old Bonds, New Beginnings [Mini-Series; 1/2] - <Biker!Ari Levinson x F!Reader> ➡Part 2 lil smol snippet 🩹 ➡Headcanon prompt about Biker!Ari's character

At Your Service [TBD] - <HotelConcierge!Ari Levinson x HotelGuest!F!Reader>

Demon's Devotion [TBD] - <SoftDemon!Lloyd Hansen x HunterF!Reader> ➡Plot ask answered

Under the Ivy [Mini-Series; 3-Parts (TBD)] - <Professor!Andy Barber x Student!F!Reader>

Sapphire Serenade [Mini-Series/Drabble Series] - <BandMember!Curtis Everett x LeadSinger!F!Reader>

From Rags to Riches [Mini-Series/Drabble Series] - <Angry!SoftDaddy!Ransom Drysdale x F!Reader>

Romance and Reason [Mini-Series; 3-Parts (TBD)] - <Teacher!Frank Adler x Teacher!Reader> ➡Plot ask answered

I definitely want to add the WIP's for Johnny Storm. But also, for other fandoms like Henry Cavill and Charlie Hunnam. BUUUT, lemme also quit while I'm ahead 😅

NPT (apologies if you were already tagged bb's):

@autumnrose40 @eloquentlytired @books-and-autumn-leaves @imaginedisish @misscherry-26

@caplanbuckybarnes @sparkledfirecracker

but anyone that wasn't tagged, feel free to join in :)

Tag list: @patzammit @inlovewiththefictionalcharacters

[ramp-it-up]

The Brigade:

Captain Ari Levinson

(ofc reader Ember Jones x Fireman! Ari Levinson)

When the four Fire Captains of your city come together one spring morning to train, they get an unexpected call to respond to your school. You have to admit that this unintentional brigade (Fire Captains Levinson, Rogers, Syverson, & Walker) handles the problem efficiently and look good doing it. What also doesn't help is that you are ambivalent about Captain Ari Levinson; he saved your life, but he also played a part in causing one of your best friends to lose his job.

As Principal, it's your job to fight for your school. As a Fire Captain, Ari's job is to fight for regulations and order. As two people attracted to each other, both of you are fighting everything about that.

You are the Ember that gets Ari going, and everyone can see the sparks between you two; the question is, how are you going to put out the fire?

(Be on the lookout for a Fire Captain Syverson fic by @princessphilly )

[sarahowritesostucky]

Pairing: Steve Kemp x reader

Rating: Mature

Tags: sex worker reader, escorting, sugar baby/daddy

Summary: The first time you met Steve was in a hotel bar

"It's an underappreciated artform, the sitting around in hotel bars and exuding the right kind of allure, drawing in the right kind of men."

First Encounters: Steve Kemp

You've never taken offense at the term "prostitute."

"Whore," "hooker," "call girl," "escort," "lady of the night." They're all just different words to describe the same thing. Sex for money, an exchange of goods and services: one that took you from an indebted college student, to a lady of leisure in only two short years.

You live in a gorgeous apartment on the upper east side, have a massive wardrobe, access to endless beauty treatments, VIP membership at Equinox gym, a bevy of handsome suitors, and more leisure time than you know what to do with. So you really couldn't care less what people want to call you.

But as they say: "It takes money to make money."

Back when you'd first gotten started, you hadn't exactly had an extra grand lying around for designer lingerie or boutique hair appointments or Botox, so you'd worked through an Agency, where—in exchange for a demoralizing thirty percent cut of your profits—a team of other people were willing to spend tons of money to turn you into a perfectly polished, highly desirable product.

In those days, you'd been doing more traditional sex work, and maintained a full client list. You would refer to yourself as an "escort" or a "girlfriend" around said clients, depending on what seemed to make the man of the hour happiest. The men would always wind up calling you by your real first name, or else by whatever silly pet names they inevitably came up with—Kemp, for example, has always liked to call you "Bunny."

And speaking of Kemp: he was the first of The Five that you met back then, back before you ever knew you'd wind up being the kept woman of five different sugar daddies.

It'd been winter. You remember because you'd just set out on your own, and that meant giving up the Agency's private door to door car service, which meant sometimes navigating the slushy, snowy New York sidewalks—in heels—on the way to your engagements.

You'd parted from the Agency on good terms, bringing with you a decent but not robust client list of about two dozen gentlemen. Most of them were infrequent flyers, however, so business wasn't exactly steady. With a lease in Manhattan and other bills to pay, you'd taken to spending your evenings out on the town, dipping your toes into the fancy sorts of watering holes where the city's elite tended to congregate.

The sorts of men you entertained would often want you to come to their own private residences, but that was strictly against your rules, especially since you were newly absent the Agency's security personnel. The environment in which you met clients had to be somewhere you could maintain control, and that meant either hotel rooms booked by you, or else a private location of your own. Since you hadn't yet gotten the funds to rent out a second apartment purely for gentleman callers back then, hotels were where you worked. And their smokey, soulful lounges were where cast your line.

It's an underappreciated artform, the sitting around in hotel bars and exuding the right kind of allure, drawing in the right kind of men.

You'd been channeling the 90's that night, with your sheer black stockings, velvet pumps, and scandalously short LBD. Your hair had been freshly set and brushed out into Veronica Lake waves. Your lips, lined and matte red, sipped vacantly on a martini as you purposefully made yourself look like a woman sulking over being stood up. That was when Kemp had glanced over from the bar with that unmistakable glint of male interest in his eyes.

You'd clocked the Rolex as soon as he was withing speaking distance, and your eyes dragged slowly up his body: Gucci shoes, Versace bespoke suit, salon-cut hair. Oh yes. He would do nicely.

"I'm sorry, maybe this is forward, but I saw you alone over here and wondered if maybe you'd like some company?

"Do I look that lonely?"

"Perhaps not. But a woman as beautiful as you shouldn't be sitting alone at all. It's a waste."

You'd smiled coyly and feigned being flattered, then pouted over the imaginary date who'd stood you up, scooting your chair to the side and welcoming him to join within flirtatious proximity on your side of the table.

An hour spent talking and sipping cocktails together had you aware of his general profile: married, kids, from Portland; in town frequently for work, surgeon, rich; handsome, witty, and amiable enough to talk to.

Another hour had him aware of your profession, agreeing to your fee, and offering to take you upstairs.

But of course you'd said, "Oh no, silly. That's not how it works." You'd trailed your finger up the edge of his lapel with a demure smile. "We have to get to know one another."

"Yes."

You'd slid your business card across the table with one nude, lacquered nail, and told him how thrilled you were to have met him, and that he would need to make an appointment with your "secretary" if he wished to see more of you. A luncheon was first required, and then the two of you could move on from there, depending on his wants and needs.

"I had a great time with you this evening, Brendan," you'd simpered, standing and smoothing out the lines of your dress, picking up your clutch and tossing your hair over your shoulder. "I do hope I hear from you."

Many lesser working girls wouldn't have shown such restraint. They would've taken the sure thing and allowed Brendan Steven Kemp to whisk them away in the hotel elevator, lay them out on six hundred thread count sheets, and have his merry way with them for a guaranteed sum.

But even back then, you'd known better than that. Sure, you ran the risk of never hearing from him again, but that was the price one paid when going for the bigger fish. You weren't interested in reeling in the sorts of clients who only wanted a one and done.

You were on the hunt for big game, the sort of men who got off not just on having you in the moment, but also on knowing that they had you in reserve, waiting in the wings for their own capricious desires, whenever they should arise. It was the getting you and keeping you; the wanting to feel alive again on the regular, whisked away from boring lives and mundane wives.

So you played the long game, knowing that the right sorts of men will call back, if it's meant to be.

No ultra-high-value man goes after something easy more than once. But if you only let them have a taste, if you make yourself into something elusive and desirable and seemingly rare; well then you're bound to have them swimming round again and again. Men like Kemp want the chase. They want the surface-level mirage of a relationship that makes the sex so much more thrilling.

So you'd shot him one last, lip-lined smirk from across the lounge, and then you'd sauntered out of that hotel bar like you owned it, able to feel the heat of his gaze on your back all the way out to the lobby doors and beyond.

He'd emailed to book his luncheon less than thirty-six hours later, and the rest was history.

Other First Encounters coming up in this order:

Sugar*Baby & The Five Daddies Imagines Masterlist

Masterlist

Tips go in the Kofi cup! 🥰 (Much Love!)

This has been a fill for @sebastianstanbingo

Card: @sarahowritesostucky

Square G1: Escort/Client