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thef1diary · 3 months

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fluff list 1: “Making hearts with their hands when they catch your eyes and grinning widely” maybe when hes doing an interview ?? love ur writing 🫶🏼

Hearts & Kisses | D. Ricciardo

prompt: “making hearts with their hands when they catch your eyes and grinning widely.”

pairing: daniel x fem!reader

wc: 600

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The paddock buzzes with energy, cameras flashing as drivers are spotted, reporters walking around with their cameramen following behind. You stand off to the side, a comfortable distance away, watching as Daniel laughs and jokes with the interviewer. His charm is magnetic, and you can't help but smile as you watch him in his element.

The interviewer, Natalie, a seasoned journalist with a keen eye, asks a question about Daniel's strategy for the upcoming race. Ever the professional, he begins to answer but his gaze starts to wander. His eyes scan the paddock, searching until he finds you. His face lights up as soon as his gaze connects with yours, and you feel a flutter in your chest.

With a playful glint in his eyes, Daniel raises his hands, forming a heart shape with his fingers. The gesture is simple, but it speaks volumes. It's his way of showing that he's thinking of you, even while he's supposed to be working.

You can't resist, returning the gesture, your hands coming together to form a heart as well before blowing him a kiss. The kiss sails through the air and you watch as he pretends to catch it, holding it over his heart with a dramatic flourish. His grin widens, his eyes sparkling with mischief and affection.

The interviewer, noticing that Daniel is distracted, turns to see what he's looking at, with the cameraman panning towards you as well. "Ah, I see someone special has caught your eye," she comments with a knowing smile.

Daniel laughs, finally tearing his gaze away from you to face Natalie. "Always," he replies, his voice filled with warmth and love. "She's my lucky charm."

Watching Daniel glance and point at you while talking, you knew that he had mentioned you. A blush formed on your cheeks at the realization and you picked up your phone trying to distract yourself so you don't distract your lover from his media priorities.

The interviewer wraps up, thanking Daniel for his time. He nods politely, but as soon as the microphone is lowered, he makes a beeline for you. He's stopped for autographs and photos on the way, but soon enough, he's standing in front of you, pulling you into a quick warm hug.

"You know how to distract a guy," he teases, his breath warm against your ear.

You laugh and pull away just enough to make eye contact with him. "I was just standing here," you retorted.

"Yeah, just standing there being impossibly gorgeous," he replies with a playful wink.

You raise your eyebrows, nodding understandably. "Alright then, I'll go somewhere else before everyone blames me for distracting you."

He brushes a strand of hair away from your face, his touch gentle and familiar, "nope, not happening."

You smile, feeling a warmth spread through you at his words. "Well in that case, I'll stay right here and keep being your distraction."

Daniel chuckles, his eyes twinkling with affection. "Deal. Just make sure you keep those kisses coming my way."

"As long as you keep making hearts with your hands for me," you stated, earning a nod from him.

He leans in, pressing a quick, sweet kiss to your lips, making your heart flutter. "I will. Stay close okay? I need my lucky charm nearby."

"Always," you echo, squeezing his hand before he heads off to wherever his next interview is scheduled.

He turns around once he's quite a few steps away, smiling brightly as he holds up his hands again, forming a heart. You respond by blowing a kiss in his direction, chuckling when he pretends to catch it again.

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miwtual · 1 year

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3K CELEBRATION ♡ surprise gifset for @saltandspite ↳ TEEN NATALIE SCATORCCIO + CARL JUNG (insp)

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the-iceni-bitch · 3 years

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For ur wheelie thing (lol I forgot the name)

Kinks: accidental stimulation & exhibitionism

Character: Steve Rogers

Prompt: “I need it”/so ask nicely”

Luv all ur writing!

Oh my god nonnie!! Lemme tell you I squealed a little bit when I got this one. This is gonna be good boy Avengers Steve because I love the idea of domming that virgin.

Again, this is smut, so no minors!!!

Steve thought he was going to die.

The two of you had been seeing each other for a few months. It had been nice to have something to distract him, and he really had missed being able to spoil a girl.

But you were a whole lot different from the dames he used to take out in the forties.

You never wanted to let him pay for anything, you'd actually rolled your eyes at him on your last date when he'd snatched the check out of your hand. Also, he couldn't remember any woman shoving him against the wall and devouring his mouth until he was a panting, whining mess. And every time you finished a date you were practically pouncing on him, he'd even heard you growl a few times through your apartment door when he'd insisted on cutting things short before they went too far.

All he wanted was to take it further though. And he felt like a damn pervert each time he got home after one of your dates and had to desperately jerk himself off. What was he supposed to do though? Sure, he knew that gals nowadays were freer with their affections, but he wanted to make sure you knew how much he respected you.

That was why he had invited you to the game night Tony was throwing, hoping that introducing you to the team would provide some sort of distraction from how much he wanted to bury himself in between your legs.

It may have been a mistake, though.

"Oh, fuck you, Stark!" You were flipping Tony off from across the table after he bought another one of your properties out from under you in Monopoly.

"I am so sorry that I understand how capitalism works and can use it to my advantage." Tony made a mock wounded gesture and grinned at you before waving his fake money in your face. "Cap, I cannot believe you are dating a girl who swears like a sailor. Has she taught all the bad words?"

Poor Steve was starting to blush. For some reason, hearing you cuss out Tony was just making it even harder for him to not imagine your lips wrapped around his cock. Which was the absolute opposite of the respectful attitude he was trying to take with you.

“Don’t tease him, Tony!” You frowned at the man as you leaned against Steve’s knee. “I don’t care that you’re Iron Man, I’ll slap that smirk right off your face. Do you want another drink, baby?”

“No I’m good.” He swallowed thickly when you stood up and stretched, sighing when you ran your fingers through his hair before moving to the bar.

“Aww, look at you, Cap!” Maria was giving him a knowing grin when he turned back to face the group. “Someone’s got it bad!”

“Guy’s, c’mon.” He usually didn’t mind some good natured ribbing, but with how frustrated he already was it was just making him crankier.

“Yeah, guys, let’s be nice.” Tony looked a little too full of himself for Steve to trust he wasn’t going to be an ass. “She pop your cherry yet, Rogers?”

“What the fuck, Tony?” Steve choked on his beer while the rest of the team cracked up.

“Oh, she did teach you all the bad words!” Tony dodged the pillow Steve lobbed at him with a guffaw.

“What is this cherry popping?” Thor looked slightly confused at the turn the conversation, Earth idioms always seemed to have that effect on him.

“Tony’s asking if Y/N took Steve’s virginity.” Clint explained, laughing lightly when realization dawned on the giant blonde’s face.

“Aha, you’re a virgin Steven?” Thor seemed to be genuinely interested, rather than endlessly amused like everyone else.

“I’m not having this discussion with you assholes.” Steve sank back into the couch and pouted. He wasn’t a virgin, it had just been a while.

“What were you all talking about while I was gone?” You grinned when the conversation suddenly stopped once you came back into the room, Clint clapping a hand over Thor’s mouth when the god tried to explain what they had been discussing. “Fine, keep your secrets. What’re we playing next?”

“What do we think about Twister?” Everyone cheered at that, and you sank onto Steve’s lap while you waited for Tony to come back.

Well, shit. All the care he had been taking the whole night to not turn into a horny idiot went right out the window when your ass settled into the dip in his lap. And your head leaning against his shoulder meant the scent of your shampoo was filling his nostrils and making it impossible for him to think about anything except burying his face in it while he fucked you from behind.

“You ok, Stevie?” You wriggled a little when you turned to face him and he sucked in a harsh breath. “You seem kind of tense.”

“Yeah, I’m, god, I’m fine.” He was lying, the way you were moving as you chatted with the team was making him hard.

“Honey, are you su... oh.” Your voice dropped to a low purr once you felt his bulge growing underneath you, tilting your head back so you could murmur directly in his ear. “Did you want some help with that, Stevie?”

“Baby, fuck.” He didn’t care any more, he was hard up, and you smelled so good. “I need it.”

“So ask nicely.” You’d been waiting so long for this boy to break, you felt like torturing him a little, rolling your hips against him and grinning at the desperate whine he let out.

“Honey, please.” It was fucking painful, he was cursing himself in his head for holding out for so long.

“I’m gonna go help Steve with something in the kitchen.” You announced, keeping your body in front of his when the two of you stood up to start making your way out of the game room.

“Really prefer if you could help him in almost any other room.” Tony called after you, shaking his head as the two of you scurried away. “Ok, who had ‘Cap breaks at game night’ in the pool?”

As soon as you were out of sight of everyone else you were yanking Steve’s face to yours, winding your fingers through his hair and dragging him down the hall as you tugged at his lips with your teeth. He was moaning and whining desperately against your mouth, opening up and letting you curl his tongue against his while his fingers dug into your waist.

God he was stupid. Why couldn’t he think of any good reason for why he’d been putting this off? You were so soft and warm and he just wanted to get you back to his room and...

“Shit, baby, what are you doing?!” He hadn’t even noticed when you shoved him against the wall, but when you disconnected to kneel in front of him he came back a little bit.

“Can’t make it back to the room.” You mumbled, mouthing at the bulge in the front of his jeans and whipping off his belt. “Already waited too fucking long.”

“Honey, the team could walk through any minute.” Although it was a little hard for him to actually care when you ripped his fly open and nipped at the outline of his cock through his boxer briefs. “Ah, fuck.”

“That’s what makes it so exciting.” You winked at him before drawing his weeping cock out and immediately wrapping your hand around him. “Oh, fuck sweetie.”

“Y/N, oh god.” All of his concentration was going to not coming immediately like a teenager when you squeezed along his length.

“Just look at this poor thing.” You pouted as you started pressing soft kisses all over his shaft, trying not to act too pleased when he jumped in your hand. “So pretty and needy. Have you not been taking care of him, Stevie?”

“Baby, unngh.” His knees almost buckled when you suckled gently at his swollen head, he had to brace himself against the wall to keep from collapsing. “That feels so good.”

“I know, I’m gonna take such good care of him.” You grinned at the thin keen he let out when you flicked your tongue over his slit to lap up his precum. “Keep him wet and warm all the time like he deserves.”

The column buckled when he thumped his fist into it once you took him fully into your mouth, swallowing him down your throat until your nose was nuzzled against the well trimmed hair at his base. A steady stream of obscenities started falling from his lips when you drew back before shoving your face forward again and massaging the thick vein that ran over the underside of him with your tongue.

One of your hands trailed under his shirt so you could drag your nails over his chest, your painfully stretched lips quirking at the corners when he wrapped his hand in your hair and let out a low groan. You could tell he was still holding back though, even when you brought your free hand up to fondle his balls he wasn’t fucking your face like you really wanted.

So, you slapped his nipple and trailed your hand up to wrap around his throat, and that did what you wanted.

“Ah, baby, fuck!” His hips bucked into your face and you hummed with satisfaction. “Shit, I’m gonna come.”

Look, you prided yourself on your swallow game. You were firmly planted in the “spitters are quitters” camp. But you were not prepared for the sheer volume of cum that was suddenly shooting down your throat. There was no way you could swallow fast enough, having to pull him out while you coughed and spluttered around the ridiculous amount of cum that was overflowing your mouth, but somehow still coming out of him.

“Honey, are you ok?” Oh god, it had finally stopped. “I’m so sorry, I probably should have mentioned a couple side effects there are from the serum.”

“Stevie, I’m fucking great.” You beamed up at him once you had finally caught your breath, tears leaking down your cheeks and your lips and chin coated in thick ropes of his spend. “I probably should have mentioned that I’m a little bit of a cumslut, so this is gonna work out great for both of us. What other side effects are there?”

“Uh, well...” He was having trouble talking as he watched you scoop the excess cum with your fingers and suck them clean, his gaze flicking down to his cock when he couldn’t form a complete sentence.

“Hmm? Fuck, you’re still hard.” You were fucking giddy, fully expecting that there was no way you were going to be able to walk for a couple days after tonight. “This is very important information, Stevie. We’re gonna take full advantage of this. Let’s go.”

He barely had a chance to tuck himself back into his pants before you were dragging him down the hall. A very small part of him was worried that he may have bitten off more than he could chew with you, but mostly he was just excited for whatever you were going to do to him.

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njmphadora · 7 years

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archive moodboard for @crvdence

"with scars that are too many to hide and a smile across the whole face, i make a speech: round eyes lluminate the darkness, i want an answer unspoken in a vacant image"

#crvdence #mine #archive moodboards #natalie celebrates 3k

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oceanicpride · 3 years

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@garrett_sander: Part 1: Happy Halloween Every Monster! Hope everyone is having a fangtastic day! 10 people didn’t want to see this, but the 3K votes for yes won out! Lol! To help celebrate Halloween and the UUHHHMazing release of the Greta Gremlin Skullector doll, I wanted to post some unearthed Monster High history! Some fans may know that the Classroom line from 2011 that Included Home Ick Frankie, Mad Science Lagoona and Physical Deaducation Ghoulia was also meant to include a Drama Class Draculaura! But what no one knows is it was originally going to be 5 dolls and was to include New Student Operetta in Marching Band! Operetta originally began her unlife as the “villain”, before it was Cleo, Operetta was the HBIC (head BEAST in charge) of Monster High. But she was replaced with our beloved Mummy Ghoul. So we were looking for places for Operetta to be introduced in the line. We thought it would be fun to have her be into performing both theater and music and she would fit perfectly in the Monster High Marching Band! So here are the sketches for her and her band accessories, fashions and prototype doll and fashions/accessories. The initial idea was that Operetta was going to be the steampunk one and loved to build and create her instruments from parts she found in the catacombs. I also found pics of the model we had built! She used Ghoulia’s head for the prototype while we were working on her head, as we wanted her to have the half scarred look to match her famous monster parent, the Phantom of the Opera!

Part 2:

The prototype is wearing a dress that’s not part of the initial concept, she also has some existing accessories like Operetta’s actual bracelet, so i think this was taken later, after the actual Operetta came out, but i can’t remember why lol! (Maybe a third try at putting her in the line before her actual debut?) But you can see she was going to have a lace-y steampunk inspired look with a gray top w/ pink lace print and trim, yellow and black shorts and black and yellow boots w/ gear buttons! She has her Chandelier earrings and since she was going to be extra dramatic, she had a microphone she took everywhere just in case the opportunity to perform arose! Freaky Fun Fact: the microphone was modeled after a karaoke microphone Radica was making (but it never came out either). You can also see the drawing for her steampunk key-tar, Band Class uniform and she would have come with a locker like the other ghouls did! Operetta kept her purple skin in her re-design to rockabilly and while this one was fun to design and I was excited for her to be part of the Classroom line, I think it worked out that we waited to introduce her in the core line and she became our rockabilly phantom! I just love her look that Natalie designed and it felt right for the character! And the steampunk look works so perfectly on our resident Robot Ghoul Rebecca! But its nice to look back on how Operetta went from part of the initial ghoul group, almost getting a spot for in the line in Classroom, to Phenomenal Phantom doll we all know and love! Sometimes the initial idea of a character, or even the second and third versions of them, may not work out, but you find a spot for them where they were meant to be!

#monster high #operetta

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iwannaholdyoutight- · 4 years

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Oh, my love (pour me that jack and coke)

Summary: only one more time won’t make any difference, right?

Warnings: FWB!harry, smut. Just the life I wanted to live, honestly.

Wordk count: 3K (small one, sorry, my job and uni are kind of hard right now)

My masterlist

A/n: heeey guys I’m back this time with a fic for @stylesharrys 10k celebration. I got the prompt FWB!harry: “you’re alright, love? You seem a bit flustetered”. Don’t forget to support the other authors who are participating on the challenge HERE. And the singer they listen at the festival that takes place in the flashback is this ONE.

PREVIEW

Natalie Portman was dancing with her pink wing on the tv and y/n could feel Harry’s eyes on her, hands touching her right arm in a flirtatious behavior. He was wearing a white shirt and black running shorts. She looked at him and his intense eye stare was running through her, she was feeling his desire; the sensual scene only adding to the fire that was always between them and since last satuday increased to a wildfire. She wanted to sit on his lap and give the actress on the tv a run for her money, giving him the best lap dance ever.

“Have you ever recieved a lap dance?”

“Yeah. Have you ever given one?”

“No” she said timidly, suddenly feeling insecure.

“Do you want to give me one?” Harry asked with hooded eyes and a smirk on his face, tha last rays of sunshine paiting his face a beautiful golden tone, letting his eyes look clear, almost blue.

“Do you think is a good idea that we do this one more time?”

He smirk at her, his hands fully incansing her face:

“I mean... only one more time won’t make any difference, right?”

They were sitting together at the coffee just down from their work place. Y/n was staring at the judgmental eyes of her best friend, Natasha. Her black eyes looked like two grapes because of her wide stare.

“It’s not a big deal” y/n said, drinking from her cappuccino with a douple shot and a hint of mint essence.

“He’s your best friend”

“Who can I trust more to fuck me without breaking my heart than my best friend?”

“You don’t think NOTHING could go wrong?”

Nat was raising her voice, a little bit surprised that her childhood friend just told her that Harry fucked her just 6 days ago, at the Lights festival

“I don’t know if I want to know more or ask you to never talk about it”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to tell you if the rumors are true?”

“You are a little bitch. Tell me all of it”

6 days ago...

She was seeing the worlds in colors. The woman singing on the staged was called Sevdaliza and she had the most sensual music ever.

Harry, just like her, was high and they both ended up loosing their friends in the middle of the crowd. Y/n looked at Harry with his glittery yellow shirt and white jeans. He looked like he fit the part: graduated from film school, always writing poetry and reading them at the coffee next to his house. He was celebrating: his script was going to be shot, the small production office decided to endorse his project and he was on cloud nine.

Quite differently from the time she met him: undergrad student, insecure about his art. She worked as a designer and photographer and met him at a visual arts masterclass a few years back, when they were both on their early twenties. Now, each day closer to reaching the big 30s, they were the best of friends. Always together.

Y/n always thought they had nothing but friendship, but now, so close to him, listening to Sevdaliza voice melt the audience of the festival, with his cinnamon smell so tangible in the air and his bird warmt so close: she wasn’t so sure if it was just friendship.

And she can’t deny, she was curious if the rumors were true: was he THAT good in bed or all the lovers of his she ever met were just easily impressed?

What she didn’t spect was for Harry to also have the same questions. He was just behind her getting closer and closer till both of his arms were around her waist and he was crouching so his face could fit like a pluzze in the curve where her neck met her shoulder.

“You smell good” Harry said in a low voice that was meant just for her

“H, what are you doing?”

“I was just wondering...” he was using his hands to turn her around but not releasing her from him, his nose touching hers, his mint breath blinding all of her senses “we are so good together, always helping each other out, figuring it out exactly just what the other wants. So... maybe... you and I could make quite a pair on the sheets...” that only thing Harry got wrong the night was about the sheets: they fucked in her living room.

Now

If you ask y/n she doesn’t remember who kissed who. But they kissed till the show was over and next thing she knew they were sharing a uber back to her place. Nat was staring at her like she had comitted a crime. She wasn’t planning on telling anyone, thinking it was a one time thing. But she was surprised when during a presentation during work she god a text from Harry asking if she wanted to go back to his place after work and maybe have a repeat of last Saturday and Nat was right beside her.

So she had to tell. But judging by Nats reaction, it would have been better if she had lied about it.

“You’re still going to his place. Even if you know what might happen?”

“I mean... is another time really going to make any difference?”

Latter that day

The bus was moving slowly, the 5 o’clock traffic was the worse: nobody had patience, everybody with a 9-5 job was just crazy to finally get home and be able to rest.

From the bus window y/n could see the sky painting the city, the golden light was starting to make itself aware, combining with the aesthetic of the old buildings and bridges.

That’s probably one of her favorite things to do: observe the town she lived in; that city was just so beautiful. There was a contrast of the old with the new. The sun reflecting on the river, calm as ever, while people were running across the streetwalks, dreaming of a homecooked meal and a place to rest.

The bus was taking a left, ready to cross the revolving bridge. Harry’s place was getting closer and she could feel her stomach starting to turn with anxiety all of it in the forms of butterflies.

Harry’s place was above an old movie place, people say the building dates back to the 1930s: 5 floors, the first being an old movies that still worked, only showcasing indie movies and oldies from the 40-80s. She remembers the first time she ever visited Harry, they talked for hours to end and then they went to the screening of a Doris Day festival. She went home that day singing to herself the theme song of the movie Pillow Talk, thinking to herself why she never went to an old movie theater till that day.

After getting off the bus, she walked just around 10 meters till she was face to face with the old movie theater sign. Today they would have a screening of shorts films from the 40s from 6 to 8 pm and then they would showcase the new movie based on Gloria Steinem’s best seller memoire called The glorias. Maybe if they were done till 10pm she could catch the movie.

Harry’s apartment was on the second floor, with a wooden door, a cat tapestry underneath saying: meowcom. She never thought it was funny but when they saw it at the street fair last year he laughter so hard at it she decided to give him as a Secret Santa gift.

“Don’t you look tired yet dashing this fine evening , miss” said his voice once he opened the door. Stepping aside so she could come in.

She went for a hug, he went for a kiss: they nocked their foreheads.

“Fuck why does your head have to be so big” she asked while taking her shoes off and walking towards his strawberry shaped sofa.

“You can’t expect me to be a movie genius with a small head, right?”

“The question is: what head are you talking about?”

“You know I have both heads quite big, so I don’t know why you asked” he took her purse from her, resting the object on the small table he had set closer to the door so he could always throw whatever he had in his hands there. Y/n took the moment to appreciate how he looked today: baby pink flare trousers and a graphic shirt, he was barefoot but with his rings still on his fingers; she knew he got home not too long ago.

“Harry what is that smell” she was referring to the tangerine smell that was all around his place

“Oh, it’s this tangerine essence oil I got from my upstairs neighbor... you know that one that always reads your tarot?”

“You’re talking about the witch?”

“Yeah, she prefers to refer herself as Wicca but yeah, her. She gave it to me to clean my energy now that I have this big project. And it smells quite nice, doesn’t?”

“Yeah it does” she could feel his eyes on her while she was playing with her nails “so what do you wanna do today?”

“I was thinking we could watch a movie here and then we can see where we wanna go from there?”

“do you have any jack and coke?”

He smirked at her and said:

“With ice?”

The night was young and it was only starting...

After a few glasses and a heated conversation about what movie they were going to watch, they both settled for closer because of the crush they shared on the cast.

Natalie Portman was dancing with her pink wing on the tv and y/n could feel Harry’s eyes on her, hands touching her right arm in a flirtatious behavior. He had changed his outfit, now wearing a white shirt and black running shorts. She looked at him and his intense eye stare was running through her, she was feeling his desire; the sensual scene only adding to the fire that was always between them and since last satuday increased to a wildfire. She wanted to sit on his lap and give the actress on the tv a run for her money, giving him the best lap dance ever.

“Have you ever recieved a lap dance?”

“Yeah. Have you ever given one?”

“No” she said timidly, suddenly feeling insecure.

“Do you want to give me one?” Harry asked with hooded eyes and a smirk on his face, tha last rays of sunshine painting his face a beautiful golden tone, letting his eyes look clear, almost blue.

“Do you think is a good idea that we do this one more time?”

He smirk at her, his hands fully incansing her face:

“I mean… only one more time won’t make any difference, right?”

With that being said, he turned the movie off and she got up from the couch, going to the bathroom and started to look at herself on the mirror

“You know what you need to do. You’ve never done it yourself but you know, I know he has more experience but he is your friend. Nothing can go wrong because he can help you. You both thrust each other and when it comes to sex consent and thrust are the two most important things. You have both with him.”

While y/n was having a mental breakdown over a lap dance, Harry was excited with the idea, cleaning the pizza they were eating and taking the now empty cups of jack and coke back to the kitchen.

He didn’t tell anyone but he was so glad they fucked last Saturday. It just made everything better. She didn’t have to know about how he always had the hots for her. She didn’t have to know that sometimes he would take people to his bed and picture they were her. And she definitely didn’t have to know that another time does make a difference to him.

Diming the lights and looking for the perfects songs to go on about this night. He was shaking with anticipation. After choosing to just play Childsish Bambino (you can never go wrong with that guy) he sat on the couch and that was the moment she opened the door of his bathroom. She had taken off her pants, just with her social shirt loose on her body, with the buttons down to the middle of her chest, her hair always messy and her very colored lips looking so delicious, just waiting for him to say “come here” and she would go... like a little puppy.

“I have never done this so you need to be nice to me”

“Darling... I’m always nice”

She walked over to him, but stopping halfway, going on her fours and crawling her way to him.

“I still have a lot of bite marks on my boobs that prove the exact opposite” now standing in front on him, on her knees, spreading him open, with her tint hands massaging his thighs, marking her way to his short “you don’t mind if I take off your shorts right” she was with her face inching closer to his legs, resting her head right on top of the tiger tattoo, teasing him “I have never given someone a lap dance but I do know that the less clothe, the better if feels”

With both of her hands she took off his pants while he got rid of his shirt. Standing still she admired his body, why did she waited so much to get on it with him? He was soft on the sides but with a strength beneat the bones, with a few abs and chest bigger than most. Green fucked up eyes and rosy lips. He deserved to be on all of the screens, all of the stages, not living in a small flat above an old movie theater.

“You know” Harry broke the silence “for one to give a lap dance she must actually be on top of him”

She didn’t answered him, instead sitting herself on his knees not allowing him any more than that touch. With the tips of his fingers he started to trace her face, admiring her. She was a beacon of light, with every color shining inside her eyes, every sin could be found in her lips but every prayer was found on the way she would blush at his words.

Putting her hair behind her shoulder she got closer and closer to him, using her knees on either side of his body to help her move. Feeling his warmth. She didn’t know how to give a lap dance but she knows him. She knows what makes his knees buckle and what makes him shiver. She was going to make him her little puppy. So with all the confidence she could muster, biting his vein that was always apparent on the neck, her hips started to move.

He was semi hard but the more she moved, the more she could feel him getting harder. That was one of the things she loved the most about sex: the foreplay.

“You know” she got back to talking, not stopping her hips, using her hands to tease all of his body “when we are like this is when I remember how much I’ve always wanted you”

“Fuck, love. You’re going to kill me”

“Oh my love, you have not seen a thing” with one of her hands she started to take off her shirt, leaving her with a rose gold brallete that matched her barely there panties “You alright, love? Look a bit flustered.”

She was mocking him, trying to copy his British accent but that only got him a side smile while his eyes were fixated on the way her nipples could be seen through the piece of glittery fabric. She was having so much fun

“You know” Harry said trying to get a bit of his control back “when you talk like this, you drive me fucking mad” with one hand climbing on her back, till he reached for her roots, tugging on it, now she didn’t knew it she was the one in control “when you mess with my neck, or when I pull your thighs further apart and I can feel just how wet you actually are and then you kiss me and I’m closer to the point of no return”

With a hand behind and knee he got up, changing position and spreading her all over the tapestry on the floor, the fluffy blood red velvet matching with her skin. He now had the upper hand and he was going to make a good use of it.

With his kisses going down her neck, he started to rut his body against her. Her moisture could be felt throught his underwear and there was nothing that Harry wanted more than to fully ravish the defenseless girl panting underneath his tattooed body. Glistening with sweat and moaning without an ounce of regret.

He wanted her to know he was the only one that could do this to her. With his hand playing with her breast while the other was getting closer and closer to her mound, he looked at her. With her open mouth and closed eyes, out of a painting that deserved its place on the Louvre. He decided to use her own words against her:

“You alright, love? Look a bit frustrated”

“You asshole just fuck me already”

“Yeah, I’ll fuck you good. But only if you promise to stay the night”

“Is this really a good idea?”

“One more time won’t make any difference, right?”

Laughing at the irony she pulled him closer. They had a deal... because it won’t make any difference, right?

But it did.

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sunkissedpages · 4 years

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congrats on 3k!!!! can i have 11 and 33 from the last prompt list with tom, please?! 😇

“When did you get a key?”

“You can sleep here, but you can’t sleep with me.”

You had your earbuds in and your arms full of stuff when Tom nearly gave you a heart attack as you got home from a shift at work.

You flicked on the light with your elbow and he was just. Sitting there. In your living room like it was completely normal.

“Fuck!” you cried, dropping everything you’d been holding, including your cheesecake from work. “Don’t do that!”

“Don’t do what?” he said defensively as he stood from the couch. “I was just sitting here.”

You stooped down to pick up your stuff from the floor. “Yeah, in the dark by yourself, asshole.”

Tom stepped into the kitchen and bent down to help you, frowning at the mess. “Hello to you too,” he muttered.

“I’m sorry, did I miss something? Do you live here? When did you get a key?”

“Natalie let me in,” he replied, nodding in the direction of your roommate’s room.

You sighed. Of course. She was too nice to turn him away. Even after everything he’d put you through.

You slid what was left your cheesecake back into the plastic container and put it on the counter while Tom fetched some paper towels to wipe up the frosting on the floor.

“Why are you here?” you asked, looking into your ex-best friend’s eyes for the first time that night. They were red and puffy around the edges, with dark circles underneath. He looked tired. Like he hadn’t slept in days.

“She kicked me out,” he said quietly. “I think she really means it this time.”

You let the words sink in, a million different questions running through your mind.

What did you do?

Did you fuck her over again?

Did you fight?

What was the fight about?

Was it about me?

But you couldn’t ask any of them. So all you said was, “I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry,” Tom apologized back. “I’m sorry to put this on you and bring you into it, it’s just I had nowhere else to go and-“

“It’s okay, Tom,” you cut him off and reached for his hand. “You don’t have to explain yourself.”

He gave sort of a half chuckle and shook his head. “If I owe anyone an explanation, it’s you.”

“Yeah, well... we don’t have to get into all that right now. You need some rest. You look like shit.”

“Fucking hell, guess I deserved that.”

You ignored his comment and finished putting your work things away instead, afterwards grabbing a wine cooler from the fridge and making a snack for yourself like every other night.

“I have class in the morning, but you’re usually up by then anyway,” you said casually after taking a sip from the wine cooler.

“Wait, you mean I can sta-“

“You can sleep here, but you can’t sleep with me,” you specified before he started getting ahead of himself. Things weren’t as simple as they used to be. “Natalie won’t mind if you crash on the couch and I’ll leave my bedroom door cracked in case you need the bathroom. You know where the extra blankets are, right?”

He nodded. “Thank you so much, y/n, I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you.”

Your mouth felt dry and your stomach churned, but you managed a smile anyway. Having Tom Holland at your apartment would bring nothing but trouble and you knew it, especially because you still weren’t over him.

“You can start by getting me a cheesecake.”

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dylshoney · 6 years

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the actress

This is my first time writing smut so bear with me. Requests are open!

Words: 3k

Warnings: mentions of drinking, swearing, oral (female receiving), teasing, marking, fluff and smut

Recently, you had gotten a small role on one of the biggest shows on TV. You were to play the one-night stand of the main character that would later make him realize how in love he was with the female protagonist. You would only be in one episode and have a few lines, but it would definitely launch your career further.

Currently, you were seated on David’s plush white couch, surrounded by all your friends. Corinna was seated on your right, tightly gripping your hand. Tonight was the premier date of the episode you had starred in, and all your friends wanted to witness it with you. This, although it warmed your heart, made you nervous out of your mind. They all knew you as the happy, innocent friend of Corinna that had joined the group just recently, and now they would watch you practically have sex on screen.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you watched the main character walk into the pub where he would meet Mila, you. He sat down at the bar, and ordered a beer, a gruesome expression on his handsome face.

“You look like you could use something stronger than that,” you recognized your voice as the screen panned over to you, seated two seats over.

“There she is!” Matt shouted from behind you, making you smile.

“Look at you baby, dressed all sexy!” Zane hollered, bringing hotness to your cheeks, making everyone chuckle. It was true, you had never worn anything so revealing in your life. The costume department had you in a tight black lace dress, with a plunging neckline, which left barely anything to the imagination. You had on black pumps, shoes you previously referred to as stripper height, and bright red lips.

Everyone quieted down as they watched you flirt with Leo, the actor who was currently rubbing his hand up and down your thigh on screen. You remember filming that scene vividly, it was exciting to play a confident, sexy character that wasn’t afraid to go after what she wanted. You let your eyes flicker to your left, where David was seated next to you. He hadn’t said a word since the episode started, his eyes locked on the TV, watching intently.

Since becoming friends with the Vlog squad, you had grown closest to him. He was the dorkiest, kindest, craziest person you had ever met. He made you happier than anyone and always seemed to surprise you. It was hard not to fall for him and you weren’t strong enough to resist your feelings. Especially recently, when he would lay his head in your lap while watching a movie, or would hold your hand when you got scared, or the late nights when he would stay up editing and you would have the deepest, most genuine conversations.

You didn’t know if he felt the same, and you were never one to assume. You knew how hard his break up with Liza was, and although it happened almost a year ago, it still made you question everything.

It didn’t help that the others weren’t oblivious; they saw all the touches and glances, making sure to tease you loudly, the situation always turning awkward.

David took the teasing in stride, sometimes putting it in the vlog, joking along. This, more than anything, made you realize that he didn’t feel the same. He wouldn’t joke about something so serious, right?

So, you kept your mouth shut and smiled whenever anyone teased, making it your mission to get over him. But of course, David made it impossible, he was everywhere. Every party, every hang out, and he always made sure to be somewhere near you, almost teasing, with his glimmering eyes and wide smile.

Your heart hammered as you looked back at the screen, tightening your hold on Corinna’s hand. You were in a taxi with Leo, looking at him with hooded eyes.

You could hear Corinna squeal next you, she was the only one who knew what was coming next.

You could hear gasps around the room as the scene changed, and you were suddenly pressed up against the door of his apartment, making out with him.

“Holy shit.” You could hear Natalie mutter from behind you.

Your face was hot as he pulled your dress off, showcasing the red lingerie underneath. His hands were all over you as he kissed down your neck.

He carried you across the room, his hands gripping your ass as you landed on the bed. You practically ripped his shirt off, bringing him closer.

Everyone was silent as the rooms filled with your moans, making you suddenly regret letting David set the volume so high.

You were now naked, thankfully nothing major showed, but everyone could get the idea. The episode ended with Jennifer, his ex, bursting through the room and catching you.

“Holy shit.” Natalie repeated as she shut off the TV.

“You were so good!” You were suddenly hoisted off the couch, as Toddy hugged you tightly, spinning you around.

“That was crazy!” Heath laughed, making everyone shout out words of encouragement.

“We need to celebrate!” Corinna was on her feet as well, as the rest of the group began to agree.

You let your eyes flicker over to David, who stayed on the couch, his eyes locked on his phone. You tried not to let his lack of commentary affect you, but it was hard with him seemingly disinterested.

“Where are we going?” Matt asked excitedly, bringing your gaze back to your supportive friends.

Two hours later and you were quietly sipping on a martini, eyes glancing around at the sweaty bodies in the night club your friends had dragged you to. The flashing lights and intoxicated people were definitely not your scene, but everyone was so excited to celebrate your success that you couldn’t disagree.

You watched as your friends got drunker and drunker, Zane and Heath being their usual hyper selves with David trailing behind them with his camera, hoping to catch something for his Monday vlog.

You let your eyes follow his frame as he walked over to the bar, where Zane was preforming a striptease.

Your eyes narrowed as you watched him laughing, having the time of his life. He hasn’t said a word to you, about your episode or otherwise. You had attempted to forget about it, thinking he would at least say something, anything, but it had been hours.

You glanced down at your drink, making a split second decision, downing it in one go and standing up. You let the alcohol in your veins lead you to the boy you had been wrapped up in all night.

“Y/n?” David’s brown eyes widened as you reached him, “What’s – ”

You cut him off, “Did you not like the episode? Did I do a bad job?”

His mouth opened in shock as he processed your words, “What? No! I –”

“Because you didn’t say anything, and any normal person would assume that – ”

He didn’t let you finish, grabbing your arm and leading you to a secluded corner in the club. You huffed as he let go of you, turning to you with narrowed eyes, “What’s wrong with you?”

“Me?” You stepped back in shock, anger spreading through you, “You’re supposed to be one of my best friends! And this was the biggest step in my career! You could have fucking said something!”

“Said something?” His voice was low but fiery, “Like what, y/n?! What did you want me to say!”

“Anything!” You cursed at how shaky your words were, “Fucking anything would have been enough David! I wanted anything!”

“No, you didn’t dammit!” He shouted, running a hand through his hair, “Did you fucking want to hear how much you fucking turned me on, huh? How much I wished it was me your legs were wrapped around?! Me that was bringing all those sounds out of you?! Did you want that?!”

You were stunned, eyes trained on him as he spoke, “I couldn’t exactly fucking say that y/n! Goddammit why couldn’t you just leave it alone!”

He stopped, his eyes wide in disbelief as he looked up at your teary eyes, “Fuck – I didn’t mean to yell. I’m sor –”

You cut him off, pressing your lips to his. He stumbled back, mouth open, before quickly recovering, wrapping his arms around you and kissing you back. You let his tongue explore every crevice of your mouth, until your lungs burned and you had to pull away.

He leaned his forehead against yours, breathing deeply as he looked down at you, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

You sniffled, a smile spreading across your lips, “I think I might have an idea.”

He reconnected your lips, arms tightening as he brought you closer.

You pulled away, relishing in the slight whimper he released from the lack of contact, and took his hand, “Do you want to get outta here?”

He groaned as you bit your lip, “More than anything.”

You waited excitedly in his tesla as he said goodbye to everyone, telling them you were sick and he would be taking you home.

He was back in a matter of minutes, an excited grin on his face as he slipped into the car.

“Someone’s eager.” You smirked, trying to channel some of the confidence you used while being Mila. He looked at you, eyes darkening as his gaze traveled over your exposed legs, “You have no idea.”

You laughed, throwing your head back, “Eyes on the road Dobrik!”

He snickered, “It’s a tesla, baby.”

You shivered slightly, the sound of the pet name coming from his lips, bringing a heat to your core. He seemed to notice, bringing his right hand and placing it on your thigh, his thumb drawing circles on your skin.

You clamped your legs together, “Can’t we go any faster?”

He didn’t anwer, his hand traveling further up your thigh, dangerously close to the hem of your skirt.

“Stop teasing,” You whimpered, placing your hand on his to stop it from moving.

He shook his head, “No, baby. I want you to feel exactly how I felt when I watched you earlier, making all those pretty sounds. Do you have any idea how hard it is to keep a boner secret?”

You sniffled a laugh, “You could have just told me, you know? I would have been able to help,” you spoke innocently, silently celebrating as his grip on you tightened, the car accelerating.

You were back at David’s in record time. He shut the car off and was out the door before you managed to undo your seatbelt. He opened the door for you, pulling you out, slapping your bum as you released a small squeal.

You were quick to connect your lips, hands traveling up to the back of his neck, gripping some strands of his soft hair. He groaned into your mouth, both hands on your ass, lifting you into the air. You didn’t hesitate to wrap your legs around him, letting him carry you across the driveway and into the house.

He didn’t disconnect your lips as you traveled through the dark hallway, leading into his room. He brought you down onto the bed, landing gently on top of you, hands traveling to touch every inch of your body.

You brought your hands under his top, smirking as he released a hiss at the feeling of your cold palms touching him. You pulled his shirt over his head, as his hands wrapped around your top, ripping it off, “David!”

He ignored you, staring down at your exposed chest, “So fucking beautiful.”

You shivered at the look in his eyes, his cheeks red and his lips puffy. He had never looked sexier; you couldn’t wait, leaning back up to reconnect your mouths.

He hands traveled behind you, unzipping the skirt, before sliding it down your legs.

His lips traveled from yours, down to your jaw, kissing and nipping as he made his way down your neck. You could feel his hands on your thighs again, your core aching for him.

“David, please,” your words were soft.

“Tell me what you want sweetheart.” He nipped your ear, making you shudder, “F – fingers, please.”

You could feel him smirk against your skin. He hands gripped your panties, sliding them off, throwing them behind him, before he disconnected from you. He sat back on his knees, looking at down at you under him, exposed, panting, your hair creating a halo around your head. He moaned, leaning down to connect his mouth to one of your nipples.

You gasped as his hand brushed your clit, fingers moving around it, making your toes clench.

“You’re fucking soaked,” He hissed, slipping a finger into your waiting pussy.

Your back arched off the bed, giving him greater access to your perky tits, as he kissed and licked each one.

“David!” You couldn’t resist the moan that left your mouth as he slipped a seconding finger inside, your core clenching around them.

He shivered at the sound of your moans, moving down from your tits, backing away from you to be eye level with your dripping center.

You practically screamed when his tongue made contact with your clit, rolling it around, making you twitch on the bed.

You threw your head back, eyes shut tightly as you felt the familiar tingles reach your center, “I – I’m close!”

At your words, he started moving faster, his tongue drawing shapes that brought stars to your eyes. You moaned louder than ever before, David holding your legs open as you shook, coming down from your high.

He placed a gentle kiss on your core, bringing shivers to your sensitive body. He leaned back to connect your lips, making you moan at the taste of yourself on him. You sat up onto your knees as well, hands traveling down to his jeans, before beginning to unzip them, attempting to slip them off his legs.

He shifted, making it easier for you, leaving him in his black Calvin’s. You didn’t hesitate to rid him of those too, mouth watering as his hard cock sprung up to slap his stomach. He was bigger than you expected.

You eagerly moved closer, taking him into your hand and beginning to pump. He was quick to stop your movements, grabbing your hands.

“Dave?” You looked up, confused.

He shook his head, bringing you down onto your back, “I have to be inside you.”

You smiled, nodding at him. He got off the bed, grabbing a condom from his nightstand, before slipping it on. He climbed back over to you, gently positioning himself at your core. He hesitated for a second, warm eyes locking with yours, “You sure you want this?”

You almost audibly awed at the look on his face, “Yes David. More than anything.”

He leaned forward to kiss you softly, his movements no longer feverish and hurried, before slowly sliding himself into your core.

You moaned into his mouth, clenching around him as he halted his movements, letting you adjust to his size.

Once you were ready, you nodded into him. He began moving again, his cock sliding in and out as he released groans of pleasure.

“David!” You gasped as he hit every spot, “Oh my God!”

He moaned at your words, picking up his pace and gripping your hips to let himself slam into you.

Your tits bounced, legs locking around his back as he adjusted himself to hit deeper and deeper.

“David!” You threw your head back, clenching around him, your orgasm almost in reach.

“Look at me, y/n,” he gasped, “Look at me when you cum.”

You groaned but obeyed, eyes wide and mouth open as you moaned. He bit his lip, looking down at you, “God, baby.”

He pushed into you, his cock reaching deeper than ever as you practically screamed. His eyes locked on yours made you feel more connected than you could have ever imagined.

He removed his hands from your hips, one reaching down to lightly rub your clit, the other moving to the side to grasp your hand, which was tightly gripping the sheets. He took it in his grasp, connecting it and bringing it above your head.

You gasped at the feeling of him holding your palm against his, the feeling more intimate than ever.

“Cum, baby,” He groaned, slamming into you, “I know you’re close.”

His fingers moved faster against your clit, the pleasure building up as you began to shake under him.

“C’mon baby,” he said. His words brought you over the edge, your orgasm washing over you as you screamed his name.

At the sight of you falling apart under him, his movements became sloppy, his legs shaking.

“Fuck, y/n!” He moaned, letting go.

You were both silent for a few minutes, breathing heavily as you tried to regain your thoughts.

He rolled off of you, onto his back, bringing his sheet to cover your naked bodies.

You felt his arm wrap around your waist, bringing you flush against him, “Y/n?”

“Hmm?” You mumbled, wanting to fall asleep, cuddling into him.

“I – I don’t want this to be a one time thing.” He whispered, fingers digging into your hips, “I really like you.”

You opened your eyes at this, his warm gaze meeting yours, “You do?”

He chuckled, nodding, “I thought that was pretty obvious.”

You hummed, leaning closer to him to reconnect your lips, “Well, David Dobrik. I really like you too.”

You squealed as he smiled against your lips, arms wrapping around your hips bring you on top of him.

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kunishirou · 6 years

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Fandom: Marvel (Marvel Cinematic Universe/Iron Man/Captain America/The Avengers) Rating: Teen for cursing words Ship: Steve Rogers x Tony Stark Word count: 3k Other Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - No Power, Alternate Universe - Modern, Meet Cute Author’s Note: self-indulging fic since I’m still recovering from Infinity War, non-betaed so all mistakes are mine

Steve was okay with rejection.

Mostly.

Living most of his school and college life as a small, scrawny boy, people wouldn’t even look at him the second time and he was fully aware that he didn’t stand a chance for romance. A man with a skinny body like him wasn’t exactly...boyfriend material, no matter how much Bucky told him that people didn’t deserve him if they couldn’t see beyond his physical body. “If they couldn’t see your big heart and great personality, then they miss out so much, Steve,” he cheered him up one day after a ruined date. Then again, Bucky was his best friend, of course he would be biased.

And the slow growth spurt finally did a thing to Steve. He didn’t grow that extremely big or something, but he put on some weight and couldn’t exactly small or scrawny anymore. After working out together with Bucky (since his best friend insisted), people started to notice him and tried talking to him. As time went by, he was aware how people wanted to know him now because of his proper look now. To be honest, it was hurting him more than it already had, because he was sure that people began to notice because of his look now. He got a few more best friends like Bucky he could count on, sure, but not people who wanted to be a serious relationship with him.

So far, he didn’t have any luck finding someone who was interested not in his body, but to who he truly was. Until now.

Despite Bucky’s warning a few times, meeting Morgan on a dating site (he was desperate, alright?) was one of the best things ever happened to him. Steve deliberately didn’t put any of his pics on the sites, to see if Morgan was interested in his personality alone, not his body. And after a few chats and calls, maybe some pics trading as well, he decided that Morgan liked him alright, just the way he was. And he was happy, he really was.

Until, they decided to meet for the first time on a date, and he got a message from Natalie.

[ txt: Natalie R. ] is this the morgan guy you’re talking about? [ txt: Natalie R. ] you’re not gonna like it, but [ Natalie R. sent you a photo ] [ txt: S. Rogers ] what the fuck Nat? [ txt: Natalie R. ] Morgan. I’ve checked him to make sure he’s legit a person. Yes, he’s real, but he’s a douchebag as well. A playboy or sort, already got himself a few victims. Here’s a few links to Facebook you can look up to see what he’s doing. He doesn’t even bother to lock them up from public access or made it a secret. [ txt: S. Rogers ] wtf Nat why are you doing this?? I didn’t need you to spy on him like this! [ txt: S. Rogers ] you saying this guy, who wanted to go on a date with me the first time, is actually two-timing me with someone’s else right now? Is he actually lying to me? [ txt: S. Rogers ] talk about bad timing, Nat. can’t you wait until my date is over? [ txt: Natalie R. ] and let him play with your heart and break it into pieces afterward? I don’t think so

She got a point, though.

But he reassured himself that this was a misunderstanding and checked the Facebook, out of curiosity. Yet Natalie was right. A few minutes ago, Morgan posted some pictures of himself alongside a woman he never knew. After giving a few scroll, despite his brain telling him to stop torturing himself like this, Steve kept going, to the picture where they kissed like a lover, with some hashtags on the caption like #dating #girlfriend #bestgirl and a few sort of those varians. He would be lying if this didn’t already break his heart almost instantly.

[ txt: Natalie R. ] I’m sorry, Steve. I know I’m being a jerk right now. But I can’t let that guy ruined my best friend like that. [ txt: S. Rogers ] doesn’t matter. He already late for our date anyway and he looked happy enough with his girlfriend. Good for him. [ txt: Natalie R. ] how long have u been waiting now? [ txt: S. Rogers ] 3 hours at supposed to be our meeting point, I think. He didn’t read my messages or pick up the calls I made anyway. I’m gonna cancel the reservation now and go back home and moping, maybe [ txt: Natalie R. ] damn it. I will kill him for you if you wish for it, Rogers [ txt: Natalie R. ] I’m so sorry. Should I call Bucky to pick you up? I’ll call Sam to come over tonight too [ txt: S. Rogers ] no, don’t. I just want to be alone tonight [ txt: Natalie R. ] tomorrow, then. And no buts. We’ll come tomorrow to get you [ txt: S. Rogers ] ok [ txt: Natalie R. ] I’m sorry Steve, I knew you’ve been looking forward to this [ txt: S. Rogers ] it’s ok. I’ll live

There were a few more messages from his friends, but Steve didn’t bother to read them. He did send another message to Morgan, ‘lose this number’, before blocking him for good. He put his phone into silent mode and put it back into his pocket, groaning as he rested his eyes on top of his fists. Biting his lower lip so hard to prevent himself from becoming a sobbing mess in public because currently, he was in the little park near the main streets, waiting for someone who would never come.

He wasn’t going to cry this time, dammit. He knew he was out of luck with relationship and romance after all this time. Mainly because of his look before, no one even bothered to look at him when he was still scrawny. And now? People didn’t even care to get to know him at all and only after his body. And when he thought he finally could get a chance to be happy, somehow it would be ruined itself in the end before Steve ever tasted it first. For some reasons, the universe decided to give him all the assholes for his simple wish of love interest.

He didn’t want to blame his friends about this because they already warned it beforehand, but….

Steve worked so hard on this date, alright? He booked the restaurant with a front payment that cost a lot more than his few weeks overtime salary, he bought some new proper clothes to look as clean as possible, he even bothered to style his hair with Bucky’s gel that he still thought it stunk so bad. Heck, he even brought some flowers, no matter how cheesy and stupid it sounded like. He worked so hard to make the best impression, and Morgan didn’t even get a chance to see it. At all.

He was upset. He was allowed to be so upset about this.

Steve let out a shaky breath, a few tears already rolled out from his eyes and he angrily wiped them with his sleeves, but there were still coming and he hated himself for being so weak about this. He should be able to handle this kind of thing, he had been used to rejection or any other variations his whole life. But he was absolutely upset right now and he allowed himself to not care. Public attention would be damned.

He was so getting those Ben & Jerry’s big tubes once he calmed down.

* * *

That man was still there by the time the late board meeting finally finished and he blinked. Confused.

Tony had been looking—no, I’m not spying him, Jesus Christ, Pep—at the man who sat on the bench on that little park near his building. Since the meeting was on the second floor and the windows faced the said park, it was so easy to spot the blond from this room immediately.

It wasn’t his habit to observe people, to be precise, but he couldn’t help but look at the big blond down there. The man looked so nice and gorgeous with those suit, with hair neatly combed and styled, and there was a flowers bouquet sat next to the man. All the hints seemed obvious enough to him now.

Ah, waiting for a date, he thought. And whoever this man’s date was, they must be so lucky to have him.

Tony? Well, he didn’t have time or room for romance and shit, to be honest. His company needed him that much, that he didn’t bother looking for a loving partner, despite he was almost in his 40 sometime next year. He tried, a few times before, though sadly it didn’t come out as he expected.

Apparently, when you were working in the Stark Enterprise as the CEO, people would be (1) expecting you to be like what’s the media had told them about, or (2) looking many ways to get juicy gossips or his money. Been there, done that, and Tony had enough with people not looking the real him, but always licking his ego and maybe his feet sometimes to get his money and got the power they wanted inside the Stark Enterprise. And Tony wanted none of those bullshits in his beloved company he worked so hard for years.

But that didn’t mean he wasn’t lonely, though. Hell, he actually craved for a committed relationship. Seeing how nervous yet genuinely happy that blond was, even though it was hard to tell since Tony was high up inside the building and his eyes weren’t as good as they were now, became a reminder that Tony probably needed that sort of thing as well.

Dating, God...he never thought about that for years now. Too busy working himself for the sake of the company. Even Rhodey said to him that he should get laid sometimes, to lighten up his boring life. But he couldn’t, not after what people usually saw him as a sort of celebrity who needed to be praised all the time in order to be on Tony’s good side. No, he didn’t need that kind of relationship, at all.

“Mr. Stark, are you listening to me?”

“YES. Yes, I am, still listening alright. You may continue,” Tony sighed, didn’t realize that he was staring from behind the windows that long. The directors gave him the look, but decided to let it go and continued where they left. Right, meeting. Tony should focus more on this one rather than being a creep and staring at the cute blond at the park. Whoever he was, Tony wished him to have a good date, maybe a stable relationship too eventually.

Apparently, the man was still there after the meeting was over. And Tony was utterly confused. It had been, like...what? A little 2 or 3 hours since the last time he saw the blond, shouldn’t he be with his date and went somewhere else instead of sitting on that same bench? He furrowed his brows, looking from the windows to see what exactly happened properly, now that the meeting was over and people already left the room.

It was still hard to make it from here, and it was getting dark to see the blond properly. But all Tony could make it was the man seemed furiously typed with his phone for a few minutes, before he finally made some sort of motions and gestures that Tony translated mentally as...things didn’t go smoothly for him.

Hell, Tony was sure the man was actually crying right now, with those wiping motion with his sleeves. And it would be a lie that it didn’t make Tony felt bad for him.

The blond was probably looking forward to this whatever date he planned. And maybe the date stood him up? How dare. The man was fine, absolutely gorgeous to Tony’s book. Anyone who stood him up should be ashamed of their doing. Tony might just know him for a few minutes, an hour top since the last time he was being a creep and observed the man, but he was pretty sure that this blond was doing his best for the first impression. Even the flowers, man, it was so cute and didn’t think anyone would still do that these days.

So Tony didn’t understand why this man was getting stood up in the first place, and he felt sorry for him. So much that he thought of doing something so stupid just to make the man felt better. Or smile, that would be a lot better.

Sorry, Pepper, for giving you yet many paperwork and PR later on, he thought, and made a dash to outside of the building, going to the park to meet the man face to face.

* * *

He wasn’t sure how long he had been sitting on the bench, while quietly sobbing like a little kid. But his eyes were getting hurt as he wiped them again roughly. Maybe he should’ve gone with the handkerchief to wipe them, and now his suit was partially wrinkled and his sleeves were wet because of his doing. Steve winced at the mess he made, but again, he could care less about that. It still didn’t make him feel any better, though, but at least he wasn’t crying anymore now.

Sighing loudly, wiping down his cheeks for good measure, Steve looked at the pathetic little flowers bouquet he brought with him and let out yet another sigh. They were all beautiful and would be such a waste if he threw them into the trash can. His late Ma would scold him for it, but it was too painful to look at the flowers now.

He picked them up and was going to throw them into the nearby trash, but stopped when a man approached him.

“Hey, darling. I’m so sorry I’m late!” the man said, looking a bit exhausted due to...what? Running? Something else? But that didn’t really matter, because Steve was too confused to begin with.

“I’m sorry, what—”

“Ooooh, you brought me flowers? Aww, you really shouldn’t have, thank you, sweetheart,” the man actually took the bouquet from Steve and carried it lovingly. Still, on the brink of confusion, Steve narrowed his eyes and the man just winked at him, mouthing something like ‘play along’.

Well, then, two could play the game.

“How could I not? You deserve all the beautiful things in the world, honey.”

The man looked like he wanted to laugh but suppressed it well. Instead, he was grinning at Steve. “Well, aren’t you such a keeper. Very smooth, darling, I already like you even more now.”

And honest to God, he just saw and met this man right now, but he sure could make Steve blushed so hard. “What can I say? I’m pretty likable,” he said sheepishly, trying to keep up with the game, and the man simply laughed.

“Aww, sure. You’re pretty, I’ll give you that. Now, come along, we already late for our dinner together,” the man said, casually taking Steve’s arm and led him away from the park and too many people around there. Just when they entered a quiet street, Steve finally spoke again.

“So, I knew that you’re not supposed to be my date for tonight. But who are you exactly and why are you doing this? Is this some kind of prank?“

The man flinched and released Steve’s arm, but kept walking on his side slowly. “No, of course not. It was just—would you be angry if I said that I couldn’t bear to see you sad like that?”

“What do you mean?”

“Right, maybe I should start from the beginning,” the man turned around to face Steve now. “Hi. My name is Tony, and apparently, I can see you from the meeting room inside my building a couple of hours ago and I got curious. Judging from your clothes and the flowers, I assumed you were supposed to be going on a date with someone, but that certain someone was somehow...did not appear in the end. And you looked so sad about that, and people looked at you funny when you were crying—hey, no, that’s okay. I didn’t mean to judge you. I, too, will cry if I were you, you know. We have our moments. But anyway, I can’t handle to see you looking so sad like that, and maybe I sort of didn’t want to make you looked embarrassing, so I guess why the heck not doing anything to cheer you up?”

Steve raised his eyebrow, “You mean, you saw me when I was waiting for my douchebag date from wherever you were before and decided to jump in and play the non-existence date for me so I wouldn’t be so embarrassed and looked sorry about my failed date?”

“...when you said it that way, somehow it sounded like a stupid idea. That wasn’t my intention—”

Called him exhausted both physically or mentally, but Steve shouldn’t be laughing this hard. What was even his life anymore? A guy somehow took a pity on him and actually played as his very late date to make him feel better about him? That was absurd. Steve knew he should feel offended by this situation, but he didn’t. And the man—Tony—sounded genuinely worried about him too, despite they just met a few minutes before.

“Okay, wow. You freaked me out now, darling. You sure you okay there?”

“No, no I’m not,” he said between his laughter, tears began to form again but at least this wasn’t because he was sad. Again, he wiped his eyes and huffed, regaining his compose. “God, this is really weird. I was planning to just come home after buying a big tub of ice cream, eating the whole thing while watching bad movies at home, but this—this was actually something that I didn’t expect at all.”

“A good kind of weird, I hope? If not, I’m really sorry for overstepping the boundaries. I know we’ve just met and we didn’t know each other, but uh...you can tell me to scram if you—”

“Tony,” Steve spoke, effectively shutting the man up and he simply smiled. “Hi, my name is Steve. And I know this is such a weird situation you apparently initiated—no, don’t try to deny it—but thank you for your...I don't know, help, I guess? I was so upset about it but now I don’t because of you. And you said something about dinner?”

Tony blinked, stayed quiet for a while before smiling widely.

“Yes, I did. How’s cheeseburgers sounded to you, Steve darling? I could eat some cheeseburgers right now. And, you know, maybe getting to know to each other, all that jazz? How’s that?”

Steve laughed, feeling more at ease as he talked to Tony.

“Sure, why not? Lead the way, honey.”

And here’s hoping this could be a start of something more beautiful for both of them.

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highqueen · 6 years

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Omg! Congrats on 3k! You definitely deserve it, I've loved your blog for forever. (Also, sidenote, I really love your theme. The colors are great and your icon is blessed.) ❀ and for a song rec, Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls and Dashes by Tyler Ward are really good. ღ and for a book rec I would say The Vampire Chronicles by Anne Rice, The Catcher in the Rye, the Timekeeper by Mitch Albom, and Tuck Everlasting by Natalie Babbitt!

Oh my gosh, thank you so much! Wow, so many recs, I’ll definitely take a look at them! I’ve already read The Catcher in the Rye for school but didn’t like it very much. >.

join my 3k followers celebration! (no more please!)

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the-iceni-bitch · 3 years

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Congratulations Natalie 🎉🎉✨

Your slutty wheel of fortune was so fun, I’m cackling. Seeing ‘squirting’ in confetti was exactly what I needed! So here you go queen:

Squirting + Ari + “You’re going to need crutches when I’m done fucking you.”

Bronte!!!! Holy fuck this is such a good one! I started cackling as soon as I saw it.

Thicc beefcake smut, no minors!

You could feel Ari's gaze following you through his house, his eyes searing your flesh wherever they caught you.

The man had been giving you those lingering glances for weeks. Ever since you started consulting at his architecture firm, he'd been thinking about you a little too much. He'd never jerked off at the office before until he had caught that brief glimpse of your pretty lace bra when you had bent over next to him to review his presentation.

You were loving every fucking second of it. Was it extremely unprofessional trying to seduce someone you were working with, even if it was only for a couple of months? Yes. Could anyone really blame you? No. Your friends had immediately stopped all their objections once you had pulled up his Instagram page, especially when they got a look at him in a wetsuit.

But he wasn't making a move, and it was driving you crazy. You didn't know what else you could do to break him. You almost went into the office without panties yesterday, but that was too forward even for you.

So now you were drinking a glass of sangria in a snit at his monthly cookout, frustrated that your typical seduction dance didn't seem to be working on this man. You hated making the first move.

The party was starting to wind down, your other coworkers slowly filtering out and muttering polite goodbyes as the tension between you and Ari steadily rose until it was almost suffocating. You turned to set your glass on the counter and drew in a deep breath as you prepared to pounce on him.

"So... Jesus Christ!" You had no idea how he made it from the front door to the kitchen so fast but you were not ready for him to wrap his arms around your waist and start growling against your lips. "Fucking finally!"

"I'm sick of your goddamn teasing." He snarled as he lifted you off the floor and started carrying you towards the bedroom. "If I had to go one more week watching you prowl around the office in those barely professional outfits, I was going to explode."

"Well excuse me for having to up my game so you would finally make a move, Levinson." You ripped his shirt open and tossed it down the hall, humming when you could run your fingers through his perfect chest hair. "I can't believe you didn't cave when I practically shoved my tits in your face."

"Of course you did that on purpose." He rolled his eyes and gripped the hem of your dress, pulling it over your head and sighing at the sight of your nipples pebbling in anticipation. "Fuck me."

"I've been trying to." You grinned at him and reached behind you to open the door to his bedroom. "Not my fault your stubborn ass took fucking forever."

"God, that mouth." He wasted no time tossing you on the bed and working on unbuckling his belt. "Part of me wants to shove something in there to shut you up, but I think I'm gonna wreck that pretty pussy first."

"Yeah, how you gonna do that?" Your teasing smirk fell as your mouth dropped open once his pants fell to the floor, his cock springing fee and bouncing up against his abs and making your whole mouth fill with saliva. "Wow. I mean, my expectations were high, but, shit."

"You think you can handle all of it?" Now his tone was teasing, his fist dragging over his prodigious length as he strode forward to stand between your knees.

"Oh, I can take it." You were not going to give up your upper hand that easily.

"Good." He grinned at your yelp when he flipped you over and dragged your hips back against his own. "I'd normally take my time and savor this, but now I've got a good look at you," Your whole body jolted when he slapped your pussy, a low growl vibrating his chest when he watched your hole twitch and sucked your slick off his fingers. "And I don't think I can do that anymore."

All you could do was shriek when he speared into you, his hips smacking against your ass at a vicious pace while his fingers dug into your waist.

"Ah, fuck. Ari!" He was dragging over your sweet spot with each drive of your hips and making it impossible to think straight, your voice leaving you in a thin wail as he brought you right to the edge almost embarrassingly fast. You could feel the thoughts draining from your head like honey out of a broken jar, your mouth falling open and your fingers digging into the bedding painfully as you tried to keep yourself from shattering.

"Don't hold back now, honey, c'mon." Ari curled over your back and buried his face in your hair, his hands moving to dig into your tits as he nipped at your ear. "Choke my cock with that tight little cunt."

Those filthy words sent you right over the edge, a strangled moan falling from your lips as you spasmed wildly underneath him. Your release coated his length in a thick cream that made it easier for his movements to grow even more wild. His breath was hot as he panted against your neck, one of his hands trailing up your neck until he could cup your jaw and turn your face so he could devour your mouth with his.

This was exactly what you needed. The unbridled passion and need completely overwhelming all your other senses until it was just the two of you, your bodies writhing together in a frenzied embrace as you abandoned all your carefully gathered control.

He swallowed each of your tiny mewls greedily, grinning against your lips as your hips started moving to meet each of his thrusts. Your back arched to give him better access to your mouth, your tongues curling against each other in a wild tangle while your pleasure started gathering again in a fury.

"Jesus fucking Christ." You started muttering a string of curses when he shoved his knees under your thighs and brought the two of you up to a seated position. He somehow managed to twist your spine even further so he could duck under your arm and wrap his lips around your as much of your breast as would fit in his mouth and sucking a harsh bruise against your skin, sending a jolt directly to your core. "Ah, shit."

The brush of his teeth was all you needed to fall apart, your fingers digging into his hair and yanking harshly as your whole body tried to arch off the bed. Your breath left you in a desperate scream as you fluttered wildly around him, his arm around you waist holding you close and keeping you pressed to his body as he continued mouthing at the curve of your breast.

He had fully intended to keep going, but when he felt you squirt all over his lap that went out the window. You felt more than heard his soft grunt against your skin, his hips stuttering a few times as he pumped his thick cum into your pulsing heat.

Both of you sagged into the bed when you were finished, the odd angle of your previous position making it so Ari's face was pinned under your breasts. Neither of you seemed to mind though, your fingers running through his hair lazily as the two of you panted against each other.

"Well, fuck, baby." He rolled you over and rested his face on your chest. "I have to say, the payoff was definitely worth the wait."

"Says you." It was too hard for you not to be a bitch so why bother trying. "I just can't help thinking we could have been doing this the whole time."

"Fuck's sake." He snorted and rolled his eyes as he sat up over you, pushing his hair out of your face and giving you a playful scowl. "Only you would complain after I gave two pretty spectacular orgasms. Don't fucking talk." His lips smashed against yours to keep you from sassing him again, his body covering yours as he forced your thighs apart with his own. "Hope you don't have any other plans this weekend, cause we're gonna make up for lost time. You're gonna need crutches when I'm done fucking you."

#natalie writes #3k wheels of filth drabble celebration #ari levinson drabble #ari levinson fanfiction #ari levinson one shot #ari levinson smut #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x female reader #ari levinson x y/n #ari levinson x you #ari levinson #chris evans smut #chris evans #chris evans character #natalie answers

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the-iceni-bitch · 3 years

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massive congrats on hitting 3k babe! that’s incredible! 💗

now… scratching with andy barber and “answer the phone, i dare you” 😏😏😏

Fuck me, Lisa!!! Ooh, this makes me want to do some soft, subby Andy!!! With our established couple, of course!

Smut (unprotected vaginal sex, soft dom/sub dynamics, Andy being fucking adorable, marking) no minors!!!

As soon as Andy got back from work you could tell he was exhausted, the only greeting he gave you a soft grunt before he was sinking next to you on the sofa.

“Rough day, sweetie?” You reached out and ran your fingers through his hair as you scooted closer, smiling softly when he moaned and leaned into your touch.

“The worst. I hate grading papers, so fucking much.” He turned his body so he could lay against your chest, nuzzling his face between your breasts as he let out a deep sigh. “And then I had to deal with the fucking adjunct professor from hell. All I’ve been wanting to do all day is come home and just lay right here.”

“Oh, poor Andy.” You started rubbing his scalp as he sagged against you, digging your fingers in and grinning when you felt him starting to purr.

“Honey, shit, that feels so good.” He felt your nails scrape across his scalp and let out an obscene moan. “Fuck.”

“You want me to take care of you, baby?” You tugged on his hair until he brought his face up to yours, tracing the curve of his lips with your tongue as you sighed into his mouth.

Andy just nodded before tipping his head back to drink in your kiss, moaning as you manipulated your positions until you had him pinned against the couch. His muscles jumped under your fingers as you worked at unbuttoning his shirt, whipping his tie off and tossing it aside while you started nuzzling against his beard.

“You work so hard, sweet boy.” You cooed as you drew your t-shirt over your head before moving your hands to undo his belt. “Just let me help you relax, honey.”

Your fingers wrapped around his cock and he groaned, wriggling under your hips as you worked him over with smooth strokes. The rest of his body softened as you continued tugging at him, sinking into the couch while you drew all the tension out of him with your expert hands.

“Baby, unh, please.” His eyes fluttered shut when you swiped your thumb over his slit. “Need to be inside you.”

“Look at you, asking me so nice and pretty.” You lifted yourself on your knees and shoved your panties aside, lining him up at your entrance and sinking down just enough to take his tip inside you. “Eyes open, Andy. I wanna watch what I do to you.”

He opened his eyes and fixed them on yours, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth and whining when you sank down until your hips met his. Being inside you was everything he ever needed, the wet heat of your core pulling the rest of his stress out of him until it was like you were the only thing in the room.

“Let me touch you, please?” His hands had been resting at his sides as he let you have your way with him, but now that you were rolling your hips against his and making him feel so fucking good he was itching to touch you. “Wanna feel all of you.”

“Oh, pretty baby, of course you can touch me.” You beamed down at him as his hands started skimming over your thighs until they were curled around your hips. “Mm, that’s it, sweetie. Take what you need.”

That soft gasp that fell from your lips when his hands found your breasts had him keening, his thumbs teasing over your nipples until you started fluttering around him. Then he felt your nails digging into his chest and he suddenly bucked up into you with a muttered curse.

You grinned at him when he started losing himself, his eyelids starting to droop as you continued dragging your nails over his chest. He really loved when you marked him up, wearing the signs of you lovemaking under his clothes out in public giving him a little thrill whenever he thought back on however he had gotten them.

“C’mere, baby.” You wrapped your hand around the back of his neck and drew his face up to yours, pressing your lips to his with a soft moan as you started riding him faster. “Didn’t think I was just gonna scratch up your front now, did you? I want my marks all over you, Andrew.”

“Shit.” Your thighs started squeezing his hips as you started reaching your climax, your nails on one hand raking down his back as your other hand wound in his hair. “Honey, I’m gonna come. Please, need to feel you.”

A jolt of pleasure shot through you when he ground his hips against you at just the right angle, and he swallowed your sharp gasp greedily as your cunt clenched around him. His own peak was right behind yours, his hips jerking raggedly underneath you as he painted your soft walls in thick, sticky ropes of cum.

“You feeling better now, Andy?” You smiled softly as you rested your forehead against his, running your fingers through his hair and nipping softly at his lips.

“Yeah.” He breathed deeply, resting his hands over your hips and gazing into your eyes. “When was the last time I told you how amazing you are?”

You were about to answer him when his phone started buzzing on the coffee table, making the both of you groan against each other’s lips before glaring at the offensive object.

“Go ahead, Andrew.” You teased, running your fingers over his biceps and smirking at him.��“Answer the phone, I dare you.”

“Nah.” He ran his tongue over his bottom lip and wound his arms around your waist. “Why don’t you tie me to the bed for the rest of the night? You know, so I’m not tempted.”

#natalie writes #3k wheels of filth drabble celebration #andy barber #andy barber x female reader #andy barber x reader #andy barber x y/n #andy barber x you #andy barber smut #chris evans #chris evans smut #chris evans character #eighteen plus #eighteen and over #do not interact if you are a minor

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the-iceni-bitch · 3 years

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So yeah, I spun the wheels!!!

I got:

Kinks- exhibitionism and bondage

Character- Andy Barber

Prompts- “so help me god” and “if you don’t like my teasing then why are you moaning?”

I love your work so so so so so much.

Also.. if it isn’t too much to ask, I know Andy Barber like exudes Dom energy, but I love dominant readers….. you don’t have to though. ❤️❤️

Btw I don’t know if I picked too many so just choose whichever you feel most like writing.

Babe, you know we stan dom readers here!! And I would absolutely love to top our lawyer husband, c'mon son!

Sweet floofy boy toy smut (teasing, sub professor Andy, soft!dom reader, public sex, pool sex, unprotected vaginal sex, kept the bondage kinda light since they're in public and it's on the fly, public nudity, this is my established Andy couple (bar owner reader and professor Barber)) No minors!!!

Andy had been giving you that look all night.

He was immensely grateful you had agreed to come to this thing. What kind of professional adults threw a pool party? Especially university faculty. And if he had to come to this thing on his own he would have left after a couple hours.

But you had agreed to join him, because you couldn't stand the thought of your soft boyfriend having to suffer through social niceties with the bores he worked with.

When he saw you in that fucking bikini though, he almost lost it. There was nothing special about it, it was just like any other bikini he'd ever seen on a million other women. But it wasn't on other women, it was on you, and that made him want to shove it aside so you could ride him until you were screaming his name.

So he spent almost the entire party trying to get you to go back home with him so he could touch you however he wanted.

You thought it was hilarious. It's not like it was any easier for you. Every time you got a peek at those tattoos that usually no one except you got to see you felt a tiny pang in your core. But you could actually control yourself like a grown up, even with your sweet man following your around and whispering filthy things in your ear.

What he couldn't handle was when you finally jumped in the pool. The sight of you soaking wet, rivulets of cool water dripping down your tempting curves that he just wanted to trace with his tongue, after hours of you denying him, turned him into a hard, grumpy mess who had to sit in an abandoned corner of the pool while he growled at his aching cock.

"What's going on, baby?" You teased, swimming up to him slowly and grinning at the cranky pout he gave you.

"What's going on is I'm sick of watching you prance around in that fucking bikini like a damn tease." Oh, he must have been hard for a while, he usually didn't get this pissy unless he was really frustrated.

"Aww, have I been teasing you baby?" You gave him a mocking pout as you cooed at him, wrapping your body around his and grinding until a desperate sound escaped from his throat. "If you don't like my teasing then why are you moaning?"

"Y/N, fuck." He dug his fingers into your waist as his hips bucked into you, trying to catch your lips with his and whining when you pulled away from him. "If you don't quit being a brat right now, so help me god..."

"I'm the brat?" You gripped his jaw hard and forced his gaze to yours. "You invited me to this damn party then spent the whole night whining and begging. I thought we were here so you could have a nice time socializing with your coworkers and maybe get a little tipsy, not sneak away for you to get your dick wet whenever you felt a little needy."

This was new. As far as dominant and submissive dynamics went in your relationship, they weren’t really a thing, though a lot of the time you’d let Andy take the reins just because it was easier. But the way you were digging your fingers into his cheeks and glaring at him were making him feel some kind of way.

“I’m...sorry?” The brush of your lips over his cheekbone made him just want to please you, but he wasn’t sure how.

“Try making that a statement, Andrew.” You dragged your nails over his shoulders and nipped softly at his lips as he melted underneath you.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” He tilted his head back so he could drink in your kiss, groaning against your lips as you wound your fingers through his hair.

“Good boy.” You grinned wickedly at him as you rested your forehead against his. “You’re lucky you’re so cute, makes it awful hard to stay mad at you. Put your hands behind your back.”

“What?” He blinked owlishly up at you as he tried to consider what you were saying, that kiss had made his brain all fuzzy.

“Hands behind your back, Andy. You are shit at following instructions.” You shook your head softly as you moved your hands between the two of you. “We’re gonna need to work on that.”

“Fuck, baby.” His head whipped to make sure no one was watching when you untied your bikini bottoms and waved them in front of his face. “We’re doing this here?”

“You don’t get to complain after all the fucking whining you were doing all night.” You bent over him and tugged at his lips with your teeth, dragging his hands behind his back and binding them with your swimsuit. “Hope you can be quiet, pretty boy.”

He let out a low moan when you drew his trunks down and wrapped your hands around his cock, shifting until he was lined up and sinking down on him in one swift motion. You could tell how worked up he was from the way he was trying to drive into you, his wrists straining against the restraints that you had apparently tied in some sort of magic knot that wasn’t loosening no matter how hard he tugged at it.

“Baby, c’mon.” You were loving how needy he was, framing his face in your hands as you ground against him. “I just wanna touch you.”

“Quit whining.” You snapped, gripping his hair painfully and yanking his face away from yours as you scowled at him. “You’re lucky I’m gonna let you come at all, sweet boy. Don’t piss me off.”

The scrape of your teeth over his cheekbone had him keening, forcing you to shove your fingers in his mouth to muffle the sounds he was making. Drool started leaking from the corners of his lips when he whined around your hand, the pleading look in his eyes making you clench around him with a deep moan.

Your hips started moving faster when you felt your pleasure gathering, his body arching into your movements as he begged you wordlessly for more. That look of pure, wanton need on his face was something you could really get used to.

Warmth started spreading from your core fast and you ripped your your fingers out of his mouth so you could press your lips to his, moaning against him when the coil snapped and your body went rigid. Andy almost collapsed at the feel of your soft walls fluttering around him, growling into your mouth as his hips jerked and he filled you thick, sticky ropes of his cum.

“Jesus Christ.” He panted into your open mouth while the two of you came down, wrapping his arms around you once you undid his restraints and tried to put your bottoms back on. “That was new.”

“Yeah.” You bit your lip as you grinned at him. “Good for you?”

“Very good.” He swallowed thickly as you unwrapped yourself from him. “Where did you learn to tie knots like that?”

#natalie writes #3k wheels of filth drabble celebration #andy barber #andy barber x female reader #andy barber x reader #andy barber x y/n #andy barber x you #chris evans #chris evans smut #chris evans character #smut #eighteen plus #eighteen and over #do not interact if you are a minor

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the-iceni-bitch · 3 years

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OMG!!!! You're goddamn right I'm interested in this😝

I love you my perv twin ❤️ Congrats on the 3000 followers!

Character: I got two of our favourite soft boi's 🥴

Kinks:

Religion Kink (what? Ransom is gonna be left out of this??? lol)

Somnophilia (hmmm...I think I know which one you'll choose for this one)

Prompt:

"If you interrupt me one more time"

"Answer the phone. I dare you."

I cannot wait to see what you come up with 😜

Ah, my sweet perv twin, leave it to you to give me a prompt that is definitely going to send me straight to hell.

This is going to be so blasphemous and debauched, you guys, please be mindful! And it 100% got away from me so settle in for a long one because I have no chill when it comes to religion kinks!

Extremely filthy smut (kinda dark Colin and reader, unprotected p in v sex, f and m receiving oral sex, mmf threesome, bi male partners, dirty talk, inappropriate use of religious iconography, innocence kink, corruption kink, non-con (erring on the safe side), dub-con (definitely), dom/sub dynamics, exhibitionism, voyeurism, our boys are kinda OOC here but honestly I’m here for it). No minors!!!

Jake shrugged uncomfortably when you let out a soft moan, turning to face the wall and doing his best to ignore the noises you and Colin were making.

This wasn't what seminary school was supposed to be like. He had come here to grow closer to God and prepare for his career in the priesthood, something he had been wanting for his entire life. Being around other like minded young men had been something he'd been looking forward ever since he had to suffer through the lust filled pubescence of public high school. And he'd gotten to enjoy that new, chaste environment all through his undergraduate studies.

Then he moved on to graduate school, and got roomed with Colin Shea.

Colin Shea, who laughed in professors' faces as he challenged their interpretation of canon law. Or slept through their lectures. Or mocked the importance of the seven sacraments.

He may have been able to tolerate Colin, as much as he couldn't figure out what that man was doing in seminary in the first place, never mind how he was consistently at the top of all his classes. But with Colin came you, and you were a constant test to his vows.

It would have been bad enough if he only had to see you at Mass, that wicked grin and the glint in your eye a stark contrast to the chaste white of your novitiate habit, its shapeless folds barely concealing the tempting curves of your body. He could still remember the first time he saw you in chapel, the way your lips quirked when you took the sacrament igniting feelings in him he though he'd long since mastered.

But the very next day he came back from his morning lectures to find you and Colin tangled together in his sheets, your veil and habit tossed carelessly on the floor as you rose above him like some sort of goddess and moaned through your pleasure. It had almost given him a heart attack.

Every day he told himself he was going to turn the two of you in, finally get that blasphemous man expelled from the seminary so he could go back to his carefully planned path to the priesthood and hopefully a bishopric. The thought of never seeing you again always staid his hand though, as much as the sight of you was a torment for his soul.

It was the sweetest torment though. Each time he came back to their quarters to find you there he was filled with a small thrill, before it was immediately tamped down with a flood of guilt.

"Oh Colin, yes!"

He didn't know how much more of this he could take. He was trying to prepare for the ordination exams and the two of you hadn't left the room in almost 24 hours. Right now Colin had his face buried between your thighs under the skirt of your habit. As gloriously sinful as it was watching your naked bodies writhing against each other, there was something especially debauched about you touching each other like this when you were still wrapped in your religious garb.

You let out a beautiful lilting sigh as you drove your hips further into Colin's face and Jake slammed his book shut, turning to the two of you and growling his displeasure, doing his best to ignore the tightness at the front of his pants.

"Do you mind?" He was trying his best to stay angry, but the soft grin you were giving him as your body arched in that lovely way was making it very hard.

"Do I mind?" Colin's voice was muffled until he dragged his head out from under your habit, scowling at Jake as he ran his tongue over his slick coated lips while you ran your fingers through his hair. "If you interrupt me one more time, Jensen, I swear to god..."

"Ugh, blasphemy!" He didn't know why he bothered trying to scold the man about that, the entire lower half of his face was still coated in your arousal.

"Fuck's sake, you need to relax." Colin rolled his eyes as he rested his face on your lower stomach, hooking one hand under your knee and hitching your leg so he could press soft kisses over your inner thigh. "We were just talking about it before you came back, weren't we dove?"

"Mmm, we sure were, lover." Your eyelids fluttered closed when he ran his tongue over your slit again, slowing it to a torturous drag when he reached your clit. "Do you want some help relaxing, Jakey?"

His heart soared when you called him that, before immediately dropping into his stomach after he spent a moment considering just how you would help him relax. The wicked smirk you were giving him made him think that you knew exactly what was running through his mind, your eyes never leaving his as you rolled your hips against Colin's face.

You were so beautiful. Your mouth hanging open slightly as you let out a series of soft gasps, gazing at Jake through heavy lids and squeezing your thighs around Colin's head. His lips wrapped around your clit and you finally broke your eye contact as your back arched off the bed when you came with a strangled cry.

Jake couldn't take his eyes off yours as you came down, not even when Colin crawled up your body until he could bury his face in your neck. His mood soured when Colin turned his head to face him, chuckling darkly and running his tongue over your throat as he worked on undoing his belt.

"You should take her up on her offer, Jensen." He teased, turning his gaze back to you as he freed his cock and slid it through your slick coated folds until it caught against your entrance. "I never feel more relaxed than when I've spent a couple hours buried in this sweet little cunt."

The two of you laughed when he flushed bright red at the vulgarity, Colin pushing into you slowly until he was fully enveloped in your drenched heat. Jake had never felt more relief than when his phone buzzed across the nightstand, even when he saw his father's name pop up on the caller ID.

"Go ahead, Jensen, answer the phone, I dare you." Colin mocked before you grabbed his face and drew it back to yours for a desperate kiss.

He had to get out of there, grabbing his phone and his books and making a run for it as the sounds of you losing yourself in your pleasure threatened to rip him apart. Maybe there'd be a free table in the overcrowded library for him to finish his studying.

Even a few hours of burying himself in his books couldn’t drive you from his mind, though. The memories of the curve of your spine and the way your chest heaved when you were falling apart coming to him unbidden as he attempted to focus. Your murmured invitation echoing through his mind until he was aching with need, slamming his books down and storming out of the library before making his way back to his quarters.

The wave of relief that swept over him when he arrived to find you and Colin gone was palpable. He didn’t know what to do about the way his cock was painfully straining against the front of his slacks, the incessant thoughts of you having awoken his dark desires to a raging inferno that he wasn’t sure he could extinguish.

Normally, if the lust you drew from him became too much to bear, he could appease himself my rutting into the mattress a few times, telling himself it wasn’t a betrayal of his vows, just a balm for the pain. Before he met you he hadn’t even needed that sort of release in years, always able to maintain careful control over the lustful thoughts that seemed to plague other men.

Right now though, the soft promise of your words flooding his system with unbearable warmth until he was stripping out of his clothes in a frenzy. He set his glasses on the bedside table before sinking onto his mattress with a deep sigh and running a hand over his face.

His gaze slid down his body to the apex of his thighs and he groaned, his cock resting heavy and painful against his thigh and staining his skin with a pearly sheen of precum. The brush of his fingers over it was almost painful, forcing his breath out in a sharp hiss.

It had been years since he last touched himself like this, never feeling the urge for that type of release since the torture of his adolescence. But the sight and the thought of you had broken down all of his carefully constructed walls until he was an aching, yearning shell of a man.

When his hand tentatively wrapped around his shaft his entire body jolted, your name falling from his lips like the prayers he so often muttered to drive the thoughts of you away. Images of you overtook him as he continued his ministrations, slowly dragging his hand along his length as he pictured what you would look like writhing on top of him like you had done with Colin so many times. The way your rosary would sway between your breasts as your thighs gripped his hips tightly, his own hand tightening and loosening around his cock in waves the way he imagined your pussy would clench around him as he drew those beautiful noises from you.

He arched into his grip when he thought of the way your back would arch with pleasure before collapsing on top of him and burying your face in his neck, your lips soft on his skin and insistent as you begged him to fill you with his seed. His cock twitched in his palm and then he was finished, thick ropes of spend shooting over the defined muscled of his abdomen as he shouted your name with a strangled cry.

Shame overtook him as soon as he finished, though surprisingly not as overwhelming as he had felt in the past when thoughts of you had driven him to the point of madness. He still felt disgusted with himself as he wiped his spend from his skin with his discarded shirt before curling around himself and surrendering to the pull of sleep, hoping that his embarrassing release would at least stave off dreams of you.

It was hours later when you and Colin staggered through the door, drunk off the sacrament wine you had stolen and each other. As soon as your eyes found Jake’s sleeping form you pressed your fingers to Colin’s lip with a teasing grin, the faint smell of cum tickling your nose and making your lips spread even wider.

“I think you finally broke that poor virgin, dove.” Colin mumbled, nipping at the pads of your fingers and pulling the veil from your head before working at undoing his collar. “I don’t think that boy has jerked off in years.”

“How sad.” You gave him a mocking pout over your shoulder as you slowly prowled towards Jake’s bed, your fingers winding through the blankets that covered him and dragging them down his body. “I think I should give him a reward for being so good.”

“You’re evil.” Colin wrapped his hand around your throat and bent your head back to kiss you until you purred before moving to sit on his own bed, slowly unbuttoning his collar and spreading his legs as he leaned back on one arm.

“Maybe.” Your eyes were fixed on the man you were standing over, the lines of his body surprisingly strong and lightly dusted with dirty blonde hair. He was the picture of chaste innocence, his skin flushed pink as his chest rose and fell in the deep rhythm of sleep while he clutched his rosary in his fist. You’d never wanted to ruin someone so much in your life.

His cock twitched to life when you brushed your fingers over it, already swelling with blood at just the barest of touches. You couldn’t keep your eyes off it as you knelt between his legs and drew off your habit, barely registering the deep groan Colin let out as he watched you.

Jake’s breathing was still deep and even as you bent over him, your lips brushing over his before you sank lower. The ghost of your lips over his tip was all it took to bring him to his full hardness, his breath catching in his throat and making you pause until he relaxed again.

You dragged your tongue over him in a heavy stripe and grinned to yourself at the wretched moan that fell from his lips, his hips squirming underneath you already. Wetness was pooling between your legs and seeping down your thighs as he started falling apart for you, your body growing increasingly warm as he kept making soft, wanton noises. Those soft kisses and tiny licks you lavished on him still didn’t serve to rouse him from his slumber, though his breath started to pick up and sweat started dripping from his pores.

It was when you finally drew him between your lips that his eyes shot open, the weight of him heavy on your tongue as his musky taste overtook your senses. Your eyes rose to his as you suckled at his tip, your lips stretched wide around him like something out of his dreams before he was sitting up with a jolt.

“Stop, I can’t...” His protests losing their heat when you suddenly took him deeper, swallowing around him when his hips met your face before pulling back and releasing him with a pop. “Oh, please.”

“It’s ok, Jakey.” You followed him when he tried to rise off the bed, sinking to the floor between his legs and pressing your palms to his thighs to keep him seated. “Sshh, sweet boy.”

He swallowed thickly when you rose on your knees and drew his face to yours, barely aware of Colin sitting across from him and palming his cock through his slacks. You wound your fingers through his in the hand holding his rosary, keeping your eyes trained on his as you drew it to your face and dragged the onyx beads over your lips before clutching the crucifix between your teeth.

“Jesus.” The blasphemy left his lips without thought when you started sucking on the icon, the doe eyed innocence of your gaze betrayed by the wickedness of your actions and the press of your naked and sinful curves against his flesh.

“Pray for me, Jake.” You murmured, your heart fluttering in your chest as you watched his eyes widen when you sank to your knees and took him in your mouth again.

He gripped the crucifix tight and made the sign of the cross in a rush as your tongue swirled over his tip, his eyes fluttering shut when your nails ran over his thighs and his hips bucked into you.

“I believe in God, the Father Almighty, Creator of Heaven and earth.” The Apostle’s Creed felt like beautiful filth falling from his lips, the holy words marred by the way your lips were sucking every ounce of pleasure from his repressed body. “And in Jesus Christ, His only Son, our Lord, who was conceived by the Holy Ghost, born of the Virgin Mary, suffered under Pontius Pilate, was crucified, died, and was buried.”

You hummed around him as he continued praying, your core aching and throbbing as you pressed your tongue along the underside of him and dragged it to his most sensitive point.

“Ah, fuck!” Your fingers digging into his thighs were an order to continue, your lips performing their own form of worship as you drew him to the back of your throat, again. “He descended into Hell; the third day He arose again from the dead; He ascended into Heaven, sitteth at the right hand of God, the Father Almighty; from thence he shall judge the living and the dead.”

A sharp gasp was ripped from his throat when you suddenly released him and ducked further between his legs, laving your tongue over his balls before drawing them between your lips while your hand squeezed along his shaft tightly. Colin rose to his feet at this point, not able to hold back after watching you take Jake apart so perfectly. Jake’s eyes fluttered open when he felt the other man’s hand cup his cheek gently, tilting his head back and losing himself in his lustblown eyes as his thumb ran over the swell of his bottom lip.

“Keep going, Jake.” Colin’s voice was soft as he gazed at him, his other hand trailing down his torso before winding gently through your hair and guiding your movements.

“I... I believe in the Holy Spirit,” he could feel something gathering in the pit of his stomach, your lips peppering soft kisses up his shaft before taking him in your mouth again as you moved a hand to gently tug at his balls. “the holy Catholic Church, the communion of saints,” Colin bent and ran his lips over the curve of his cheek, the mix of sensations sending a jolt through him and making his cock twitch at the back of your throat. “the forgiveness of sins, the resurrection of the body, and life everlasting. Amen.”

“Amen.” Colin whispered before he molded his mouth to Jake’s, moaning when the other man dropped the rosary and reached up to pull him closer as he thrust his hips into your face.

You wrapped your arms around his hips and drew him tight as you swallowed around his length, gulping down each thick drop of spend he released with a low moan until he was spent. The two of them were still pressed together when you released him, Colin’s hand in your hair pulling you up Jake’s body until you could join them.

When Jake tasted himself on your lips he almost collapsed, his arms releasing Colin and moving to wind around you. Tears were leaking down his cheeks as he kissed you deeply, Colin taking a step back and stripping the rest of his clothes off as he watched the two of you fall back on the bed before laying beside you.

The two of you worked to turn him on his side until Colin could press himself against his back, ducking to pepper soft kisses over the curves of his shoulders while you kissed the tears from his cheeks and whispered soft soothing words against his skin.

“Oh, Jake, sweet boy, don’t worry.” You cupped his cheek as you gazed at him, your other hand trailing between the two of you until you could wrap it around his cock and draw him back to full arousal. Colin’s arms wrapped around him as you continued your movements, one of his hands joining yours as the other curled around his waist and he rutted against the curve of his ass. “God forgives all.”

A/N: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I’m absolutely going to hell but I don’t fucking care!!

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Oh lord, the wheels of fortune are

1. Impact Play

2. Charles Blackwood

3. Lie down and shut...

Oh shit! My first one and this is so good! This is gonna be filthy! Especially since I'm gonna make this stepdad!Charles

No minors!!

Maybe you shouldn't have been such a massive tease, but fuck if you didn't love tormenting your stepfather when you got stuck at these stupid society events.

You'd spent the entire garden party giving him little peeks of an extra few inches of skin. Bending over your croquet mallet nice and slow until he could catch a hint of the lacy thong you were wearing. Reaching across the table to grab a pastry and giving a view right down the front of your blouse.

But the thing that pushed him over the edge was when you started flirting with that trust fund moron who had been fawning after you for weeks. Hearing that lilting laugh when the idiot started mouthing at your ear and curled his hand around the small of your back made his vision turn red, shoving your drunk mother off him and storming towards you with a scowl on his face.

He knocked his shoulder into yours on purpose and smirked when the jackass spilled his drink all over you.

"Oh no, sweetheart, we don't want that to stain." You didn't get a chance to respond before he was dragging you inside with purpose.

Before you knew it he had you pressed against the kitchen counter, one hand shoved inside your bra and tugging on your nipple harshly while the other pressed against the sodden lace that covered your core.

"Soaked like a fucking whore." He growled, rolling your earlobe between his teeth as he continued rubbing his fingers over your swollen cunt through your panties. "That pretty boy get you all worked up?"

"Yeah, he offered to take me to his family's private island." You purred when he skimmed his teeth over the curve of your neck. "Just think, two full months of sex that doesn't involve having to sneak around. What do you have to offer, daddy?"

"You fucking brat." He moved a hand to curl around the back of your neck and slammed your face into the counter. "Teasing me all fucking afternoon like I'm not gonna do anything about it. Lie down and shut up."

Your sassy retort was muffled when he ripped your panties off and shoved them into your mouth, yanking your skirt up around your waist and groaning when he finally caught sight of your dripping cunt. He had your head bent at an angle that made it impossible to see what exactly he was doing, but you clenched around nothing when you heard him rifling through one of the drawers.

The first smack of the wooden spoon against your ass made you jump. He was brutal, bringing the utensil down on your flesh at a vicious pace that was making you sob around your panties. Normally he'd make you count them out, but the thought of you letting that rich idiot put his hands on you made him furious.

He'd lost count, but he must have smacked that spoon against your ass at least 25 times. You had to stretch your hands over the counter and grip the opposite edge, your snot and tears pooling on the chilly marble and smearing over your face when you rested your cheek on the countertop when he finally finished.

There was only a moment of relief for you before you heard the clink of his belt and then he was splitting you open on his thick cock, taking absolutely no care for the tender flesh of your ass.

"That's it, fuck." The tiny whimpers that were escaping around your panties were just making him even more feral. "Christ, love when you turn into a stupid cockdrunk bitch. Where's that smart mouth now, princess?"

He plucked your panties out of your mouth and grinned when your only reply was a wanton moan. You arched back into him when he wrapped his fingers in your hair and started yanking you down on his cock until he felt you start to flutter around him.

"Aww, you gonna come like a good little slut for your daddy?" He mocked, curling over and running his tongue over your cheek. "C'mon, sweetheart, cream all over my cock."

As soon as he gave you permission your entire body seized with pleasure. Charles covered your mouth with his and swallowed your harsh cry, moaning while your pussy fluttered wildly around his cock as he kept fucking you through it. It only took another stuttered jerk of his hips and he was pulling out of you with a grunt, jerking his fist over his length until he was shooting thick ropes of cum all over your swollen pussy.

"Just look at that pretty cunt." He ran his fingers through your folds to smear his cum over your sensitive skin, chuckling at the gasp you let out when he teased them over your clit. "You tease me like that again and I won't let you come for a week. You're mine."

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