#the kind where you grab onto his bicep when he’s pounding into you and it’s squishy beneath your fingers

[fairydvsts-blog]

i loved “i could fuck you better” sm! 🥵 reading the part where she begs rafe to finish in her without protection made me wonder, could u maybe write something for ex!rafe getting reader pregnant? 🤫

𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞

Rafe Cameron x ex!fem!reader

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summary; your relationship with Rafe hangs by a thread, but a mistake will forever bind you together

warnings; SMUT, p in v, unprotected sex, unexpected pregnancy, some angst but fluff in the end

a/n; english isn't my first language, so you might find some mistakes; I'm open to constructive criticism. Sorry for the delay, I'm a slow writer :(. I'm not sure if this is what you had in mind, but I hope you enjoy it and thank you so much for your request!! ❤️

When Sarah had invited you to her birthday party, the last thing you expected was to end up in Rafe's bed... Once again.

You two had broken up a few weeks ago for the hundredth time, and you had been ignoring him since the break up because you knew it was likely you would get back with him if you didn't.

And he didn't deserve it after what he had done.

But that night he was acting very different from how he usually acted: kind, sweet, caring. You hadn't seen him snorting any coke and he had even apologised for being a jerk —which was almost unthinkable coming from him—, causing you to soften in no time.

Before you knew it, you were naked under his dreamy body.

He was pounding into you hard, your bodies were covered in sweat and you couldn't help but moan with every thrust, each one of them hitting your g-spot. His hands were everywhere, touching and caressing every part of your body almost like he was worshipping you.

"I've missed you so much, baby," he whispered while he grabbed your neck to bring your face closer so he could kiss you, taking your breath away.

His tongue slipped between your lips and you moaned, closing your eyes and pulling his hair so hard that he groaned in your mouth. You used your legs to push his hips rougher against yours and you swore you felt the tip of his dick rubbing your cervix.

"Have you missed me?" he asked when you didn't reply, desperate to hear an answer.

He grabbed your left thigh, hard enough to bruise, and he placed your leg over his shoulder, heightening your pleasure. You cried out and hold onto his biceps with so much force that your gel nails dug into his tanned skin. You tried to give him an answer, but that new position was clouding all your senses and you weren't capable of putting words together; you had lost count of how many times you had come thanks to his fingers and his dirty mouth, but you could feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm again.

"Are you gonna answer or should I stop, baby?" he insisted, slowing down his movements.

"No, no, please, I'm so close, Rafe," you begged him as you ground your hips to try and get yourself off.

"Have you missed me or not?" He pushed your body against the mattress so you couldn't move and stopped thrusting.

"Rafe..." you stuttered, looking at him with pleading eyes, but he didn't budge.

"Yes or no? It's an easy question, baby." He placed his thumb right over your clit, rubbing it at a torturing but very pleasing pace.

"Yes, I've missed you so much," you finally recognised, whimpering and biting your lip because of his actions.

He smirked, clearly satisfied with your answer, before he started pounding into you again, faster this time. He kept touching your clit with his fingers, making your eyes roll back, and you tried to match his pace the best you could. Soon, you were standing on the edge of the cliff, ready to jump off it.

"I'm going to cum," you told him, grabbing his hand to encourage him to rub your clitoris faster, and he complied.

"Me too, baby." His breathing was heavy while he started letting out more and more moans as seconds passed.

You stroked his belly, feeling his abs contract under your fingertips, and his thrusts became sloppier. You knew he wasn't going to last much longer, but neither were you, so you tightened your muscles around his cock and he groaned aloud; his raspy voice caressing your ears. With one last touch on your clit you came hard, trembling under him and moaning so loud that you were sure people on the first floor could hear you.

"Oh, fuck yes."

Your climax triggered his; Rafe cried out a bunch of curses while he fucked you through your orgasm and his own. You were so lost in the moment that you didn't even realise he was not wearing a condom. Three weeks later, though, when your didn't get your period, you became aware of your enormous mistake.

You sat on your bed, shaking and holding the pregnancy test in one hand, your phone in the other. It was positive, you were pregnant, but you were so scared of Rafe's reaction to that information that you didn't dare to tell him. You started crying your eyes out, not knowing what to do.

Should you tell Rafe?

Should you tell your parents first?

Should you keep it a secret and have an abortion?

You were too damn young to be a mother and you weren't ready for a responsibility like that, but it didn't seem fair to Rafe that you made that decision without being honest with him about the situation first; he deserved to know, even if you weren't together anymore.

You hadn't talk with him since your last encounter at Sarah's party given that you went back to ignore him as soon as you had left the house the morning after. He, on the other hand, was being more persistent than ever, blowing your phone with calls and messages every day.

That time, it was you who called, and it took him less than thirty seconds to pick up his phone.

"Baby, I'm so glad that you called." He sounded relieved to hear form you.

"We have to talk, Rafe," you simply said, struggling to contain your emotions that were all over the place.

Now at least you knew the reason behind all of your recent mood swings.

"See you in five." He hung up the phone.

As he promised, he was ringing your bell five minutes later. You opened the door, your eyes clearly puffy due to all the crying, and he frowned when he noticed, hugging you almost immediately.

"Are you okay, baby?" he asked, concerned.

He carried you inside, sitting on the couch and motioning you to sit on his lap. You did so, crying inconsolably on his shoulder as he whispered reassuring things to your ear throughout. He didn't pressure you to tell him what was going on; he just waited till you were ready to talk.

"We fucked up, Rafe," you said when you had calmed down, turning to look him in the eyes, "I'm pregnant."

His eyes widened when he heard you, his mouth dropping open because of the news, and it took him a few minutes to overcome the shock.

"Say something, please," you asked, feeling your eyes starting to water again.

Your heart was hammering in your chest; you were terrified. What were you supposed to do if he didn't support you in the most difficult moment of your life? For you, that would mean the end of your relationship forever.

Thankfully, that did not happen.

He just put his arms around you one more time and said, "Baby, whatever decision you make, I'm here for you, okay? I'll always be there for you when you need me, because I love you with all my heart."

For the first time since you had met him, you felt truly safe in his arms and you knew right away: he was the one, your one. It was pointless to try to stay away form him; you were his and he was yours and the universe would always conspire to bring you together, because you were meant to be.

[h34rtbeat]

so i had a dream last night where stepbro!jake and his bestfriend hoon sneak into your room at night and take turns fucking you while you're begging them to stop and they just mock you and degrade you saying things like "stop acting like we're not doing you a favor bitch. we've seen how you look at us you dumb whore. we know you want this so shut the fuck up and take it like a good fuck toy" and laughing when they feel you clenching around them. they slap you and pull your hair finding great joy in the tears running down your face and the way you're begging them to stop even as you're cumming around their cocks. fucking you over and over for hours until you're barely conscious and can't even tell how long they've been going or how many times any of you have cum. eventually deciding they don't want to take turns anymore and they both want to be inside your warm cunt, manhandling your limp body so you're sandwiched between them, sunghoon behind you wrapping his bicep around your throat and choking you, you're head falling back onto his shoulder as your tongue lolls out and jake grabs your jaw painfully tight keeping eye contact as he slides in right next to his best friends cock, both of them sharing a sadistic grin as they listen to you choke on a scream of pain, not able to make any noise due to how tight sunghoons chokehold is. fucking you until the sun comes up, telling you how you're theirs and if you let anyone touch you again they'll kill you, before they leave you bruised and broken.

I see the vision anon.. I see the vision…

tw: noncon + threats + stepcest

Though I do think this would be more of like a Jake and Heeseung thing… Sunghoon idk I don’t get those kind of vibes from him

But like I can also see why u said sunghoon bc imagine bff quiet sunghoon js pounding into u with Jake. Alsooooo… I feel like Jake would be the one with all the threats, Sunghoon is so quiet thru all of it.. but he def makes a few threats in ur ear, his bicep going around ur throat.

Can u imagine this but w like… Jay watching in secret? Accidentally peaking through the door, seeing ur body being abused by them, n his cheeks turn all red :(

Seeing ur mouth part as the sweat drips down ur neck and breasts, knowing you probably didn’t ask for this.. but..

He wishes it was him. Some cruel, sadistic part of him wishing that it was him stuffing your cunt, and not those two bastards.

Your pleas of them to stop, or maybe when he can tell you’re all fuzzy in the head, drenched in the sweet yet harsh pleasure they’re giving u :(

His hands reach near his sweats, squeezing his already hard cock.

Stroking himself right outside the door to your sweet moans :( he knows it’s wrong, but you’re just enabling his fantasies rn :(((

Spurts into his hand, soft breaths leaving his mouth with pink cheeks. He knows it’s wrong, as he tucks himself in and goes to wash his hands.

But maybe you did deserve it— after all, you’re teasing Jay too.

[pablitogavii]

Proving a point

Summary: You travel with your boyfriend to Valencia for one of his upcoming game, and Pablo shows distaste for one of the younger players that clearly has a crush on his girl.

Pairing: Pablo Gavi x Reader

Warnings: smut! smut! smut!

You came to Valencia to support your man in one of his important games not expecting to pick argument after argument due to his possessive nature.

In short, Pablo hated whenever you would get any attention that doesn't come from him. Especially if it was from any other players!

According to Gavi, one of the younger Barça players has a clear infatuation by you and wouldn't stop staring at you during the last training. And that was getting onto Pablo's last nerve!

"Meet you at the lockers, princesa" he said looking up at the stand where you sat smiling wide and nodding your head at him meanwhile the youngster was sitting behind you staring at his girl!

When you arrived to the lockers, you boyfriend was clearly pissed but that only added to how hot he looked right now...;)

"He keeps staring you down! It's pissing me off!" he said bitterly grabbing his bag from the lockers after the conclusion of the training.

"Pablo, you are exaggerating. And besides, I really don't care who is looking at me when you're the only one I'm looking at bebé.." you said walking closer to him to hug his waist while he was packing his sweaty kit leaving him shirtless and in his boxers.

"He's not just looking at you! He's picturing you naked riding his shrimp cock, I just know it!" Pablo's biceps flexed as he angrily threw his sneakers into the bag and you smirked at how hot your boyfriend looked when he is angry like this.

"Maybe I can ride my man's big cock right now, if that will make him feel better??? Hm Pablito?" you suggestively smirked moving in front of him and slowly touching his bulge..that boy was always hard and horny.

"Amor.." he groaned as you started touching him through his grey sweats when a loud group was heard outside the locker room signaling that the younger players returned for their own training session.

"Mierda! They are back early" you stopped stroking his crotch hearing the familiar voice of the youngsters outside your door including the one Pablo claims has a crush on you.

"Why are you stopping?" Pablo was smirking and you immediately knew what was running through his dirty mind, kind of turning you on but also making you embarrassed.

"They will hear us Pablo.." you answer seeing his smirk grow as his hands cupped your bum squeezing it roughly and making you whine as he sat down on the bench making you straddle his lap.

"Good!" he slapped your ass through your shorts before making you stand up and locking the door smirking more when he heard that the boy was right outside of the door.

"We have to be quiet.." you whisper and in that moment Pablo's hand wrapped around your throat as pinned you against the wall leaned closer while smirking mischievously putting his hand into your panties.

"You are going to scream for me...proudly..and show that stupid kid who you belong to! Understood princesa!?" his dominant side was so hot and it immediately made you obedient and excited.

"Yes..papi" you said knowing how that nickname get him going and he smirked not wasting a moment to fill you up completely in one swift motion making your eyes roll to the back of your head and a moan escape your lips.

Pablo knew your body so well that he knew how to drive you mad when he needed to hear you beg for him. He would pull out completely toying with your sensitive numb before suddenly pounding into you roughly making you forget all the letters of the alphabet.

Every time he would pound into you, screaming his name became the only thing you were capable of..and it was loud so everyone on that floor could hear your desperate cries.

"That's right! Make him hear you scream my name like a desperate whore begging to be fucked" Pablo's words only turned you on more making you clench around his cock as he pounded into you without mercy before completely pulling out again.

"No..p..please..I need more.." you were crying in desperation for being edged all this time but Pablo only found that amusing leaning in to kiss your tears away before devouring your lips while touch your clit tauntingly.

"Oh you need more? My girl so fucked out that she can't speak...tan preciosa..but I want to hear you...beg me" Pablo's hand stopped moving on your clit and you tried moving against it on your own but he pinned your hips against the wall leaving you with no friction to satisfy your pains.

"now..now..princesa..don't be a bad girl...take what I give you or I am going to punish you so bad you will have a reason to cry!" Pablo hated when you got grabby and tried to avoid being vocal about your needs because hearing you beg stroked his ego more than winning the world cup.

The group outside could clearly hear what was going on including the youngster who was angry and sad at the same time. Pablo refused to do anything until he hears you beg so when you stayed quiet he sat on the bench with you straddling his lap sitting on top of his hot cock in place and clench around nothing.

"Pablo..please..I need you" you leaned down to kiss your man's jaw to his neck down his chest before looking up with a pout on your face hoping he will show you some mercy.

"You need what from me princesa?" he was hard to crack and you whined feeling a little embarrassed but also very desperate for that thick cock to be back inside your tight pussy.

"I need you to fuck me! Please fuck me Pablo!" you were done being patient seeing your man's smirk grows as he raised you up a little and made you sit on his cock burying deep inside of you.

"All you had to do was ask, princesa...go ahead, ride my cock baby" Pablo moved a strand of your wet hair behind you ear before whispering dirty things as you moved on his cock finally feeling some pleasure.

You tried desperately to fuck yourself on his cock but it was nothing compared to his rough pounds that made your legs turn into jelly and your mind get cloudy.

All of the sudden you stopped moving hiding your embarrassed face in his neck..you can't make yourself cum..you need him to make you cum.

"Aww princesa..you need papi to take care of you huh?" Pablo smirked starting to moving against you and you immediately felt pleasure intensifying as he started to rub your clit as well.

"ah ah ah..yes..Pablo!" you were moaning loudly not giving a shit who heard you from how good Pablo was fucking you right now.

"Tell me you're mine and I will let you cum princesa!' Pablo groaned feeling you close to your edge from the way you were clenching around him like a vice.

You were scared he was going to pull out again so you screamed what he wanted to hear feeling that much more hot that everyone could hear it.

"I'm yours Pablo! Fuck! I'm all yours!" you chanted repeatedly while your orgasm washed over you followed by Pablo filling you up completely and both of you catching your breaths while still being collided.

When you finally got re-dressed, you fixed your hair in the messy bun about to unlock the door but Pablo stopped you grabbing your wrist and bringing you back to his arms.

"Arms up" he said and you obeyed seeing him carrying his worn jersey before putting it over your body before taking his bag, unlocking the door and walking out to meet the youngster's eyes specifically.

"I'll meet you at the doors mi vida" Pablo said kissing your lips in front of all of them and as you started to walk away flashing "GAVI" on your back made all the players stare.

"Sorry for the wait boys" (ofc he would) Pablo said as the guys started to walk in and he stopped the particular one from entering pulling him to the side.

"She is mine, niño ;)"Pablo winked cockily seeing the boys embarrassed face before leaving to meet with you satisfied that he proved his point ;))

[youlikefanficdontyousquidward]

As always this is just an idea from me to you <3 Today I went out to do some adult things so to speak, pay house bills and stuff, the point is that when I was coming home SOME GUY I DIDN'T KNOW WHISTLED AT ME AND I'M SO ANGRY FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO DO SOMETHING.

So the thought that occurred to me was: y/n tells Lyle/Miles about these types of situations and Lyle/Miles does something about it against this guy. I'm sure I'm not the only one who would like to see these kinds of people get beat up.👹👹

Again so sorry that happened, been in situations like that myself and its just awful. Lets imagine him getting his ass kicked by 2 big blue boys!

warnings: cannon typical violence, harassment, groping, swearing

Lyle x Human!Partner

Lyle was everything you'd ever wanted in a boyfriend. He was funny, handsome and he just made you feel so appreciated. His hugs were the best cure for a rough day at work and that's just what you were on your way for.

For some god damn reason all the files you had to send just wouldn't work digitally. So instead you'd spent the better part of the day running paper files back and forth the base. Your feet ached and your mind was spent. You could think of nothing better than being enveloped in your lovers huge warm frame.

It was then a sharp whistle startled you, causing the coffee in your cups to slosh out onto your skin. You hissed at the scolding contact, rushing to the windows to set the cups down.

"Sorry sweet-cheeks! Coffee looks to be as hot as you." A man shouted to you from across the hall. You ignored his remark shaking the liquid from your fingers. You glanced back to see him, tall, broad and coming right towards you.

In a sudden panic you grabbed your cups, pacing quickly ahead as you heard him shout.

"Hey wait! Sorry sugar, let me see." He hollered, footsteps pounding after you. You quickened your pace, the thundering of your heart quickening in your ears. When had the halls gotten so dim and where was anyone. Alone you felt your ears ring, anxiety fizzing.

You knew him. Well you didn't know his name but you'd seen him around plenty. The creep just couldn't shut his filthy mouth. Always commenting on your clothing or just whistling. A few times he'd tried to get to you but you'd always been around others or able to dart out of sight. Right now there was no escape and he was getting closer.

"Stop you bitch! Someone's talking to you." He roared, his voice so much closer behind you. In a second his hand wrapped around your bicep with bruising force. He wrenched you to face him, the coffee cups clattering to the tile as he continued to scream at you.

You wished you'd have let Lyle come get you. He'd been more than happy to come escort you ever since he'd heard about this asshole. He was itching to show this punk who he was messing with, teach him some manners. You'd just felt guilty asking him to go out of his way after a long mission. You'd wanted to surprise him with hot drinks and cuddles.

"Dumb fucking cunt, can't follow a stupid instruction..." He trailed off. Through tears you saw his blanched face, features slack as his eyes followed up several feet above your head.

"Suggest you start apologizing now." You heard behind you, the voice of your boyfriend cutting through your thundering heart and the pain in your hands and arm. The man's grip released immediately and his hand shot back to his side as he continued staring up to Lyle. You felt his own fingers resting gently on your shoulder, a reassuring weight that squashed all fear.

"Look I'm sorry man, I didn't know she..." He babbled. In a flash he was sent sprawling to the floor, hand rushing to cover his broken nose. Blood trickled through his fingers as he whimpered.

"To them!" He growled, baring his fangs as he straightened back up after his punch. His knuckles were white as he clenched his fist, ready to strike again.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, please I won't do it again, not to anyone I promise!" He scrambled back, eyes darting between yours and Lyle's. You nodded and with a flick of Lyle's chin the man scrambled to his feet, scurrying off down the hall.

"Aww baby let me see." Lyle cooed, his voice softening. Lyle's cool fingers brought your reddening hands up. You met his eyes, the twist of rage swept away by his concern. His thumb swept a tear from your cheek before he pecked it.

Despite yourself you giggled, allowing him to scoop you up.

"Come on let get you seen to." He grinned. The same hand that struck out now gently resting under your knees.

Recom!Quaritch x Recom!Reader

There was no hiding anymore. No scurrying by unnoticed or blending in. You were over 7ft of blue recom now. Despite the strength and endurance your new body gave you, you still felt vulnerable. For all the power you had physically at your finger tips you felt helpless in this situation.

For a couple weeks now they'd been following you. At first you hadn't been sure. They'd been there in the canteen when you ate, or in the gym at the same time. Then you'd seen them more in the halls, always just heading the same way until one day you darted into an office. You watched the small group fan out, heading down different paths in search.

Your stomach dropped that moment. You couldn't justify it in your mind anymore, they were stalking you. It was after that they started to get bolder.

You supposed all pretense was over, they figured they'd been caught and were pushing your boundaries. They'd whistle together as you passed, laughing when your ears pinned back. Then came the comments, sexual innuendos or remarks about your new body.

What could you really do? If you got mad, retaliated they'd go crying off to the General or worse your Colonel. Who'd they really believe anyway and it's not like HR would side with you. They'd make something up, twist it to be your fault. Claim innocent as they cowered from your fangs. So you stewed in your discomfort for weeks.

You'd just joined your team at lunch when you felt a shiver run up your spine. You didn't even have to turn to know they'd come into the cafeteria. Still you couldn't help the way your tail thrashed or your ears pinning back.

Miles noticed, his eyes flicking up mid bite, eyebrow cocked. You couldn't meet his gaze, cheeks burning. You just prayed they'd leave you alone, that they wouldn't shame you in front of your team.

"Oh hey Y/n!" You heard the man call, his voice sing song as he grabbed your tail. You shrieked, the violating contact was a new low for him.

"Aw kitty don't be like that, just wanna play." He crooned, hand smearing down your tail before he slung it over your shoulder. You wanted desperately to shove him away, to hiss and claw but he couldn't have picked a worse time. No way you could act out like that right in front of Quaritch.

"Good kitty" he purred, stinking breath fanning out against your cheek. His other hand crept up making contact with your chest before groping your breast.

Your eyes flicked to meet Miles in a panic, a desperate plea. His jaw was tense, teeth grinding and something manic in his bulging eyes. In a second he had the man half pulled across the table by his collar, hissing wildly in his face.

You were stunned, frozen in place whilst Quaritch proceeded to throw the man to the ground. He screamed, scuttling back before Miles foot slammed down onto his chest. He let out a pathetic wheeze, finger nails clawing at a boot the size of his torso.

"Fuck that's the Colonel." You heard shrieked, turning just in time to watch the man's friends abandon him. He heard it however, hand stilling as he stared up in terror.

"Tch, should have your tongue for that, maybe a few less digits if you don't know to keep 'em to yourself." Quaritch growled down, a manic grin spreading across his lips.

"Colonel!" A firm voice sounded. Another choked breath left the man as Miles leaned more weight down his leg before he lifted his boot. The man scrambled back and to his feet, though his legs shook so hard it made him stumble.

Quaritch's face fell before turning calmly to General Ardmore and offering her a salute. The table followed suit, your own body reacting on muscle memory as your mind still reeled.

Ardmore gestured Quaritch to follow before sauntering off. He turned back to the man, his tail thrashing behind him and the wicked grin returning.

"Happy huntin'" Quaritch drawled in a low register to the man. Quaritch moved to your side, a tight smile on his lips. He gave your shoulder a quick squeeze before following after Ardmore.

The man went to leave but Fike leaned suddenly towards him. He squeaked stumbling into a run out the doors. Around you your team broke into laughs. You knew you'd have a lot to explain later but for now you just felt safe at last.

[soobinspet]

CHANGBIN FUCKING YOU AT THE GYM PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

I TRIED MY BEST HOPE YOU’LL LIKE IT 😔

At first you decided to join him because you got off work earlier, then you both agreed on stopping by a restaurant after his workout session.

When you thought about waiting for him at the gym you never thought you’ll be sitting on a chair for an hour surrounded by a dozens of so called alpha male trying to impress every single girl present in the room.

Actually you shouldn’t be complaining considering the fact that your big and strong boyfriend is in front of you, definitely trying to impress you.

He looks at you over his shoulder from time to time like he’s trying to make sure you are watching his every move. And you are obviously. Watching every single one of his muscles contract, you’re staring and analysing so hard you even start to think you could count the sweat drops on his forehead.

Your eyes traces his whole figure, almost licking your lips at the vision of his thighs. Thighs you wish you could ride at this exact moment. Your eyes almost pop out their orbits when you notice the bulge in between in legs. Why wasn’t he hiding it ? Was he proud of it ? Was he trying to send you some kind of message ?

You get all the answers you need when you see him pointing at the restroom, letting you know what he wanted.

You don’t think twice and stand up from your seat to walk over to the restroom.

You choose to get inside the first free cabin you find and sit there, waiting for him to join you.

That’s when you hear footsteps, footsteps you could recognise from miles away.

You know what awaits you and you squeeze your thighs together at the thought of it.

You slightly open the door to let Changbin know where you are.

He joins you and immediately kisses you, pressing you on the cold wall of the cabin.

You moan in the kiss and tug at his wet hair, almost devouring his mouth.

You feel yourself getting wetter at the smell of him, his own personal almost animal-like sweat.

-You looked so sexy back there, you whisper in his ear

You see him smirk.

-Knew you liked seeing me work out, he responds

You squeeze his left biceps, licking your way up his neck.

-Those are getting big, they might explode, you say softly laughing

-I need them so I can do this, he says, grabbing you by your thighs to lift you up, letting you wrap them around his waist.

You kiss him and let your tongue dance with his.

You feel him buck his hips onto you and you can’t help but let out a whimper at the sensation of his bulge rubbing your still clothed core.

You break the kiss, trying to get some air.

Changbin puts you down and starts undressing himself.

-Take those clothes off, he commands.

You do as you’re told and take them off leaving you completely naked.

Changbin looks at you up and down, stars in his eyes as if he never saw you naked before even though he knows every inch of your body by heart.

He then grabs you by the thighs again and puts a kiss on your lips once again.

-I can’t wait, let me have it right now baby please, he almost begs

You nod and immediately feel the hot tip of his cock slide up and down your pussy.

You blush at the sound of the wetness.

-Hear that baby ? You’re so wet for me already, he says, making you question if he has the ability to read minds.

-fuck this pussy Changbin, please

Then you feel him entering you so suddenly you almost yelp.

-Shh, shh, be nice and stay quiet for me, he moans out.

You nod and wrap your arms around his neck.

He finally starts fucking into you, not really giving you time to fully adjust to the stinging stretch.

You bite his neck and tug at the hair on the back of his head.

-F-feels so good and so big, you whimpers

-Yeah ? You like having your little pussy stretched by my big dick baby ? he asks, groaning

-I do, I do, I do, you keep on saying as he pounds in you so hard your heads almost bangs the wall behind you.

He stops for a few seconds to place a sweet kiss on your lips, almost like if he wanted to apologise for going so hard on you.

-I want it in my mouth, you say in between breathes.

-On your knees then.

You kneel in front of him and open your mouth as wide as possible, sticking out your tongue.

You watch as Changbin jerks off in front of your face, almost putting the tip of his dick on your tongue.

He caresses your right cheek with his free hand.

-What a pretty little slut you are, he groans

You bat your eyelashes at him, feeling like you were in some nasty porn at this point.

On your knees waiting for him to cum down your throat. And that’s when you feel it.

Wet, hot, salty, on your tongue.

You close your mouth and swallow all of it, opening your mouth afterwards to show him, hoping to make him proud of you.

Judging by the smile on his face you know he is.

[delphi-dreamin]

Pact Marks

Note: This is probably gonna be the shortest part of this series. Levi is...not my favorite. Especially at the beginning. In later lessons I started taking a liking to him, but, well...

Pt 1: Mammon | Pt 3: Beel | Pt 4: Asmo | Pt 5: Satan

Pt. 6: Belphie | Pt 7: Lucifer

Part 2: Levi

The planetarium isn’t the most private place in the house, but Delphi agrees to meet the third-born there anyway. She’s honestly shocked when he declares her the winner of the TSL quiz and agrees to form a pact with her, but she was always taught not to look a gift horse in the mouth. She’s nervous to be close enough for him to put a pact mark on her skin, as he had just tried to rip her limb from limb not too long ago, but she steps forward anyway.

“You need bare skin, right?” she sighs, rolling up her left jacket sleeve.

“W-w-what?!” Levi stammers, stepping back and throwing his arms up in front of himself.

“For the pact mark,” Delphi clarifies, rolling her eyes. Clearly Levi no longer presents a danger. Her jacket sleeve will only roll to her elbow, so she just sheds it, discarding it onto a chair with a huff. She’s tired and sore and ready to get this over with so she can go to bed. Turns out being thrown around like a ragdoll is exhausting.

Levi swallows hard. “O-oh. Right. W-where..?”

“My arm,” she snaps, gesturing to her left bicep.

“R-right! Okay! So I just-“

With a sigh, Delphi grabs Levi’s wrist, pulls him toward her, and places his hand palm down on her bicep. The searing pain begins immediately as the magic of the pact burns itself into her skin. Already in a shit mood, she grimaces at the sensation. She hisses once through gritted teeth, but that’s all she allows herself.

Levi watches her with amber eyes wide. He doesn’t actually know too much about pacts himself, but from what he’s been told, the marking process is incredibly painful. And here’s this human in front of him, wincing sure, but just standing there. Taking it.

The pain subsides after a few more moments and Delphi lets go of Levi’s arm, letting him jump back like he was the one who’d just been branded. The hook-shaped mark glows orange for a brief moment, then fades to black, looking for all the world like a tattoo.

“Great, now that that's over, I need to borrow your cursed vinyl copy of the TSL soundtrack,” Delphi says, picking up her jacket and shoving it back on.

Slack-jawed, Levi nods.

---

Heavy pounding on his door startles Mammon out of bed. He’s shocked and annoyed to find Levi standing there when he opens it.

“D’ya have any idea what time it is, Levi?” he yawns, scratching his shoulder. Levi shoves his way into the room, standing in the center of the floor until Mammon shuts the door.

Levi starts, “When you marked Delphi for your pact, did she just-“

“Stand there and take it?” Mammon finishes. “Yeah. It was like she barely felt it.”

“What kind of human is she? Does she just not feel pain?” Levi asks.

“Nah, she felt it,” Mammon replies, shaking his head. “She just took it.”

Throwing his arms up, Levi exclaims, “But that’s insane! Isn’t the pact mark literally-“

“Hell fire,” another voice finishes from the doorway.

Both the second- and third-born jump at the sudden intrusion. They both spin around to see their younger brother standing in the doorway, his massive frame taking up the entire entrance.

“Beel!” Mammon shouts. “Didn't anybody ever teach ya how to knock?!”

Beelzebub shrugs, stepping inside the room. He explains, “I came to ask you something, but then I heard you talking about Delphi and the pact marks. She really just didn't react to the pain?”

“I mean, she reacted,” Levi says. “But you wouldn’t have thought she was being burned by hell fire.”

“She barely even flinched,” Mammon adds, his eyes practically sparkling.

“Hmm,” Beel hums, no longer looking at either of his brothers. He shoves his hands in his pockets staring absently at the floor. Mammon and Levi continue chattering away about the human, but Beel doesn’t hear what they say. Could she really be that strong?

“Beel!”

The sixth-born looks up with a jolt hearing Mammon yell his name.

“Ya said you came to ask us somethin’, what was it?”

Beel shakes his head. “I don’t remember.”

---

[bxcketbarnes]

Fresh Meat

Pairing: Steve Kemp x Reader

Words: 4900+

Second Steve fic is up and ready! I fucking love this character and I have no idea why. I mean... he’s attractive, charming, and dorky- so I guess that’s a reason. Anyway, I hope you guys like it and please let me know what you guys think! xox

"A weekend getaway?" You ask Steve with a smile, your chin resting against the palm of your hand.

The brunette grins at you before popping a cherry into his mouth. "Yeah, a getaway. I figure you would want that. I mean- you seem very stressed and I just want you to relax," he mentions to you while pushing the bowl of cherries towards you.

"You're not wrong about that," you chuckle and scratch the back of your neck. You wet your lips and grab one of the cherries in the glass bowl. "Where would we be going?"

Steve smiles while playing with the cherry stem. "I was hoping it'd be a surprise," he confesses before grabbing a hold of one of your hands.

"Mm, I don't think so. I'm not a big fan of surprises," you tell him, silently hoping that you didn't offend him.

"Alright, alright. Cottage Grove," he informs you, causing your eyes to widen. The smile falls from Steve's lips and places the cherry stem onto the napkin in front of him. "Is that a bad choice?"

You shake your head while chewing on a couple of cherries. You cover your mouth with your hand before mumbling a quick no. "Not at all," you chuckle and tuck some hair behind your ear with your free hand. "I've always wanted to go."

Steve lets out a relieved sigh and smiles at you. "Oh, that's great. For a second I thought I had fucked up," he mumbles while stroking the back of your hand.

Your heart flutters in your chest, feeling your cheeks blush. "You could never," you whisper and cast your gaze down at the table. "I'm still in shock that this is our second date."

"How come?" Steve asks you.

"I've just… I'm kind of a loner. I don't have any friends and most of my family is dead, so," you trail off with a shrug. "It's not every day a handsome guy like yourself asks a girl like me out."

The man before you hums before sliding out of his seat. You watch him as Steve lets go of your hand and sits down beside you. "Well, you're fucking gorgeous, Y/N," he tells you with a small smile. "And I truly mean that. I've had such a good time this past week."

A twitch of a smile comes to your lips and you grab a hold of Steve's hand. "When do we leave?" You ask him before biting your lip gently.

Steve smiles back at you and raises his free hand to your face. He strokes your cheekbone softly, causing you to lean into his touch. "We leave tomorrow," he tells you before pressing his soft lips to the apple of your cheek. "Why don't I take you home? You can get some rest and pack your things."

"Yeah, yeah, that sounds like a good idea," you chuckle as Steve slides out of the booth.

He holds his hand out to you and you take it gently. Your body is almost pressed against his after Steve pulls you out of the booth and you can feel your heart pounding against your chest.

"I'm gonna go pay our tab, okay?" Steve whispers to you as his nose nudges yours.

You nod your head in reply, not trusting your voice and Steve pulls away from you. You let out a deep breath and make your way towards the front door of the bar.

He walks over to you while shoving his wallet back into his pocket. "C'mon," Steve mumbles and grabs your hand, threading your fingers together.

The two of you walk out of the bar before continuing down the street towards your apartment building. Silence fills the space between you as your other hand rests on his bicep.

"Thank you for tonight," you tell Steve while looking up at him. "I had a really good time and I can't wait for our weekend getaway."

Steve grins and kisses your forehead. "I also can't wait. We'll have a great time," he chuckles while the two of you walk up the steps of your building. "I'll be here at eleven am, sharp."

You let go of his hand and nod your head. "I'll be here and ready," you giggle while clasping your hands together. "G'night, Steve."

"G'night, Y/N," he mentions with a charming smile.

-

You fiddle with your fingers as Steve drives you to his place. You were a bit shocked when he told you that traffic was too insane for the two of you to leave today. Steve rests his hand on your thigh as you look out at the hundreds of trees.

"You alright?" His voice snaps you from your thoughts, causing you to glance over at him.

"Yeah, I'm good," you smile at him before resting your hand on his. Steve grabs a hold of your hand and brings it to his lips, kissing the back of it gently.

"Good. I was hoping you weren't having second thoughts."

You shake your head and chuckle softly. "No second thoughts here," you tell him before glancing back out the window.

Your conjoined hands land back on your lap and you play with Steve's fingers. The music playing from the speakers fills the vehicle as the sun begins to set.

"Do you travel to town every day?" You ask him curiously.

"I don't, no," he answers you while quickly glancing at you. "Why?"

You wet your lips and giggle a bit. "It's just a really long drive for an everyday trip," you explain to him and Steve laughs.

"Yeah, I would be a mad man to travel into town everyday," he grins while pulling into a driveway.

A gasp comes from your lips at how modern Steve's house looks. The vehicle comes to a stop and Steve opens the driver door. "Holy shit," you whisper mainly to yourself before opening your own door.

"It's not too much for you is it?" Steve asks while grabbing your bag from the trunk.

"No, not at all. It's gorgeous," you mutter and follow him towards the large front door. 

He mumbles a quiet thank you and unlocks the door. Steve allows you to step inside first before following you in. You slip your shoes off and place them neatly beside his.

You walk further into the house and make your way towards his living room space. Steve grabs a few whiskey glasses along with an ice bin before walking towards you.

"If you want you can pick a record to put on," he suggests while making the two of you some drinks.

A smile graces your lips and you walk towards his vinyl collection. You tilt your head a bit and read the different artists he has. "You've got quite the collection, Steve," you chuckle and grab one that speaks to you.

You carefully pull the record from its sheath before gently setting it onto the turnstile. Steve walks over to you before handing you the rocks glass. You smile up at him and grab the glass.

Both of you take a sip and you hum in delight. "This is really good. What drink is this?" You ask him while sitting on the couch.

Steve sits on the couch opposite of you and drapes his arm over the back of it. "My twist on a Manhattan. Can you guess the flavors I used?" He chuckles and takes another sip.

You furrow your brows and shake your head, lifting the glass to take another drink. After the amber liquid glides down your throat, you do your best to figure out what it is. "Hm, peach?" You ask him.

He shakes his head and motions for you to try again. "Nope," Steve laughs and runs a hand through his hair.

"Damn," you laugh as well and take another drink. You hum while trying to figure out the flavor and you scrunch your nose. "Nectarines?"

Steve's blue eyes widen at your response and nods his head. "Yes, actually!" He grins as you finish your drink.

You giggle and set the glass onto the coffee table. "Well, it's fucking delicious," you tell him as your vision becomes a bit wonky.

Your stomach drops as you bring your hand to your forehead. "Y/N? Hey," Steve calls out to you and you let out a dazed hum. Your eyes meet him and you watch him drink from his glass. "Why are you over there? Come here."

"Mmph-" you mutter to yourself and push yourself off of the couch. You take one step towards him before your eyes roll back in your head. Your body crashes to the floor as you grow unconscious.

After what feels like hours on end, your eyes flutter open. A groan comes from your lips as you look up at the ceiling. You glance to your right to see Steve sitting in a chrome chair. 

"W-What happened?" You stutter while rubbing your head, not remembering anything from the night before.

Steve looks down at you from his seat as your eyes meet his. "I drugged you," he answers honestly, causing your lips to part in shock.

You furrow your eyebrows a bit and wet your lips. A light scoff leaves your lips as you shake your head. "Oh, well… points for honesty," you mumble while groggily looking around the room.

A chuckle comes from the man's lips as he stands up. "You're not mad? Or upset?" He asks while shoving his hands in his pockets.

You lean your back against the wall before noticing the chain you're tied to. A laugh leaves your lips as tears pool in your eyes. "I mean, I guess I had it coming, right?" You question him with a pained smile. "I have no friends or family. I was the perfect target. I should've believed it was too good to be true."

Steve frowns at your words and stares down at your defeated figure. He walks over to you before crouching, his fingers gripping your chin. "I like you," he tells you, causing your breath to hitch. "That part is true. I'm sorry it has to be this way."

You don't say anything else as he stands back up. You fiddle with your fingers as Steve silently walks out of the medium-sized room before turning to face you.

He closes the slatted door and locks it. "I'll be back later with some food, okay?" Steve asks and you nod your head in response.

-

Hours have passed and all you've done was stare at the painted wall across from you. You've heard voices of other women talking to each other and calling out to you, but you didn't feel like talking. You've never been much of a talker until you met Steve.

You sniffle as the memories of the two dates you had flash before your watery eyes. You let out a shaky breath before deciding to keep yourself calm. "Can you tell us your name?" One of the women asks you and you rest your head against the wall.

"Y/N," you tell them while glancing towards the vent in the wall.

"Y/N," another woman repeats your name, causing you to hum. "When did you get here?"

"Last night. Listen, I don't really feel like talking," you tell them while tucking hair behind your ear.

The door to your room opens up and you turn your head to see Steve standing in the doorway. "Making friends?" he mumbles while stepping into the room.

You shake your head as the brunette sets a plate down in front of you. You notice the meat sitting on the plate and glance up at him.

"Is it animal meat?" You ask him with a raised brow, watching him walk over towards the seat.

"Yes, it's an animal. I wouldn't just feed you human meat without asking or telling you first," Steve mentions and runs his fingers through his hair.

You wet your lips before grabbing the fork from the tray. You silently eat the food he prepared for you, feeling his eyes on you the entire time. "Did your mother ever tell you that it's rude to stare?" You ask him while hovering your hand over your mouth, finishing the food in your mouth.

Steve laughs and shakes his head. "She has, yeah. I just- you honestly surprise me," he mumbles before scratching his cheek.

You stifle a laugh while picking at your food. After shrugging your shoulders, you glance towards him. "You'd be the first. Everyone I've met seems to have me pegged," you explain to him.

He continues staring down at you as you let out a deep sigh. Your appetite suddenly leaves you and you set your fork down on the plate.

"I'm done. I'm sorry," you mumble while pushing the tray away from you.

"It's okay," Steve whispers and gets up from his chair. He grabs your food from the floor and walks out the door. "Do you need anything?"

You furrow your brows at how nice he's being to you and you shake your head. Steve nods before closing and locking the door. You watch him walk away as your eyes glance down at the chain you're attached to.

"Steve?!" You call out to him, hoping it's not too late. You do your best and crawl towards the door, wincing as the chain tugs against your wrist. "Steve?!"

The brunette appears in front of you before quickly opening the door. "What do you need?" He asks you as you swallow thickly. "Y/N!"

You jump at the sound of his voice echoing off of the walls and begin to stutter. "C-Can I take a shower? Please?" You ask him in a hopeful tone.

"I don't know. I've had someone ask me that and then they tried to escape," he mumbles while crossing his arms over his chest.

"I promise I won't," you whisper and move to sit on your knees. "I-I just need a hot shower."

Steve wets his lips and lets out a quiet sigh. He doesn't say anything as he walks over to you. You raise your hand up after he reaches his hand out to you. "I trust that you'll be good for me," Steve whispers and you nod your head.

He unlocks your binds before cuffing your wrists together. You push yourself off of the floor as Steve leads you out of your room. 

Silence fills the space between the two of you as the two of you walk up the stairs. A shiver runs down your spine before the warmth of his place hits you in the face.

"Can I make a suggestion?" You ask him quietly. Steve glances down at you and hums softly. "Is there a separate thermostat for downstairs?"

He furrows his eyebrows and nodded his head in response. "There is. Why?" Steve asks while leading you towards the bathroom.

"It gets cold down there," you mutter and shrug your shoulders.

"I can turn the heat up," he mumbles before opening the bathroom door up.

You look into the room, your eyes widening at how nice it is. "Wow," you whisper to yourself as you walk into the room, picking at your fingers. You glance over your shoulder to look at the man. "This is a really gorgeous bathroom."

Steve chuckles and leans against the doorframe. "Well, thank you. Maybe if you're good you can see the rest of the place," he smiles and squeezes his bicep.

"You know," you start and raise your hands to your face, scratching your jaw, "it sounds like you're flirting with me."

He bites his lip for a few seconds before slightly poking his tongue out. "It does, doesn't it?" Steve questions as you hold your hands out. "I don't think-"

"Do you really believe I can take a proper shower with these on?" You cut him off with a raised brow. Steve tilts his head at the sassy tone in your voice, causing your back to stiffen. "I'm sorry. I-"

He steps towards you and you stumble back, a string of apologies leaving your lips. Steve grabs a hold of your cuffs before tugging you towards him. You breathe heavily and look up at him through your lashes.

A sigh of relief comes from you as he unlocks your binds. "Don't ever talk back to me," he mutters before setting the cuffs onto the sink. "Got it?"

You nod your head, swallowing the lump in your throat. "Yes…" you whisper as Steve takes a couple of steps back.

"I'll be back in twenty minutes."

Steve walks out of the bathroom before shutting the door ninety percent of the way. You turn towards the shower and turn the faucet all the way up.

You undress yourself as you wait for the water to get hot. After testing the water you step into the glass shower, a sigh leaving your lips at the warm feeling. You run your fingers through your wet hair as streams of water drip down your face.

Reality hits you and you lean your forehead against the wall. I'm going to die here. You think to yourself as tears begin to mix with the hot water. Sobs begin to leave your lips as you grip your hair.

Steve's ears pick up on your cries and he glances towards the bathroom. He sets the book he's reading down before walking towards the cracked door.

You start to hyperventilate as it begins to get a bit stuffy in the shower. You wipe your cheeks before trying to calm yourself down. A gentle knock on the door snaps you from your inner thoughts, causing you to glance over your shoulder.

"Y/N?" Steve calls out to you.

"Y-Yeah?" You stutter and the bathroom door opens up a bit. "I-I'm naked."

Steve chuckles and stops himself from walking into the room. "Are you okay?" He softly asks you and a scoff comes from your lips.

"Far from it," you clear your throat and turn the shower off.

You grab the towel that's hanging from the wall and wrap it around your body. Your hand grabs the handle of the door and opens it the rest of the way.

"How would you feel if someone drugs you and keeps you locked in their basement, waiting for them to just… cut you up?" You ask him seriously.

Steve wets his lips and shoves his hands into his pockets. "I guess I would be far from okay," he sighs before lifting one side of his lips. "Look, I'm sorry it has to be this way."

"Then just let me go," you mutter while swallowing thickly. "I won't even tell anybody about what you're doing. I-"

"I can't do that," he cuts you off and presses his lips together. "You know I can't do that."

You nod your head and tear your gaze away from him. "Why haven't you taken anything from me yet?" You question him and cross your arms over your chest.

Steve rests his head against the doorframe, a sigh coming from his lips. "I'm not ready for you, yet," he mentions to you. "Get dressed. It's time to go back."

"Okay," you whisper as Steve closes the door to give you privacy.

You take the towel off of your body before running it through your damp hair. You quickly get dressed and you fold the towel up before resting it on the sink. You open the door to the bathroom and notice Steve typing on his phone.

His eyes glance back at you as you hold out the cuffs. Steve walks over to you and grabs a hold of the leather binds. You watch him as the brunette hooks your wrists together.

The two of you walk back down to the basement in silence, feeling his fingers brushing your skin every few seconds. You chew the inside of your cheek as Steve unlocks the door to your "room."

"Can I ask you one thing?" You ask him while stepping into the room. You turn to face him as Steve starts to close the door. "Please?"

He stops before meeting your eyes. "What?" Steve mutters and your cheeks flush.

"I- It's just- if I'm not going to be around for very long," you trail off as the tears start again. "I've never kissed anyone before."

"You're joking," Steve mumbles as his eyes grow a bit wide.

A light scoff escapes your lips and you shake your head. "Afraid I'm not," you mumble, feeling your hands becoming a bit clammy. "Could you just… kiss me? One time?"

Steve wets his lips before stepping into the room. Your heart pounds against your chest as he brings his hand to your face. You start to see the Steve you met as his gaze moves to your lips.

Your eyes flutter shut and you lean into his touch. Steve pulls you closer to him before his lips connect with yours. Butterflies swarm your stomach as you lean on your toes.

You pull away from him for a few seconds before hooking your wrists around his neck. His hands glide along your arms as Steve's forehead rests against yours.

His nose nudges yours before reconnecting your lips. You moan into the kiss as your fingers play with the ends of Steve's hair. You pull away from him after about a minute or so, heavy breaths leaving your lips.

"Thank you," you whisper as Steve kisses your forehead.

He grabs your arms and removes himself from your hold. Steve unhooks the cuffs before leading you towards the bed. "Get some rest," he mumbles as you lower yourself onto the mattress.

You hug your knees and watch the brunette walk out of the room. His blue eyes meet yours as he closes the slatted door before locking it. You chew on your lip as he stands there for a good thirty seconds before he walks away.

-

Steve carries your body to the operating room he's got, his eyes casting down to your face every few seconds. He pushes the door open with his hip before laying you onto the table.

He thinks for a few moments about what he's going to take from you first. Steve's fingers glide along your bare leg before squeezing your thigh gently. "Thigh first," he mumbles to himself and grabs the stool from behind him.

The brunette pulls the tray of tools closer to him as his eyes move to your face. He wets his lips and moves some hair out of your face. Steve grabs a scalpel from the tray before gently dragging it across your skin.

"You are absolutely beautiful," Steve whispers to you, the two of you standing in front of your apartment building.

You blush at his words and tilt your gaze towards the concrete. He rests his hand on your face, stroking your cheek before lifting your head. "That's sweet of you to say," you mumble shyly as your fingers play with the hem of your sweater.

"Maybe I could take you out? If you'll let me?" He asks you as he continues to stroke your cheek.

Your eyes widen as you stare up at him, not believing he just asked you that. "You wanna take me out?" You question him in a whisper while glancing around. "You know there are better options than me?"

Steve lets out a huff of breath and wets his lips. "Maybe to you there is but right now," he trails off and cradles your face in his hands. "I want you."

Your eyes flutter shut at his words as your heart pounds against your chest. No one has shown interest in you for years and somehow you managed to get asked out by this gorgeous man in front of you.

Steve shakes his head as he snaps himself out of his thoughts. A sigh comes from his lips as he brings the scalpel back to your outer thigh.

"Steve!" You squeal as he lifts you from the ground. Your hands rest against his shoulders as the brunette walks towards the ice cream stand. "I told you I didn't bring any money with me!"

"And I told you not to worry about it," he laughs before setting you down in front of the small building. "Now get what you want."

You huff playfully, a grin on your lips as you glance up at the menu. "I'll take fireworks in a cone," you tell the man behind the counter.

Steve orders his ice cream before handing him a ten-dollar bill. It didn't take long for the two of you to get your delicious treats. He watches you as you drag your tongue around the ice cream.

You glance up at him after feeling his gaze on you. "What?" You chuckle and lick your lips.

"You're just really cute," Steve mutters with a small smile. You bite your lip gently as he starts to eat his ice cream cone.

"You flatter me," you whisper to him and you lean on your toes before kissing his cheek.

He hums in response as the two of you walk down the street together. Your free hand brushes Steve's every few seconds before he links his pinky with yours.

The scalpel falls from Steve's hand as a series of emotions run through him. He tilts his head up, staring at the ceiling, and finds himself unable to work on you.

Steve stands from his stool before lifting you into his arms. He starts to bring you back to the room you're staying in when he changes course, heading towards his room instead.

You let out a tired groan as he walks up the basement stairs. Steve shushes you before pressing a kiss to your forehead. You nuzzle into his chest as Steve opens the door to his room, walking towards his king-sized bed before setting you onto it.

He covers your body with a blanket before cuffing your wrist to the bed. Steve looks down at you and softly strokes your cheek before walking out of his room.

You wake up in complete darkness, causing your breath to hitch in your throat. "Wha-" you cut yourself off as you sit up on the bed you're laying on.

Your heart pounds against your chest and you notice the moonlight poking through the blinds. Your fingers grip the sheets beneath you before glancing to your right.

Steve's sleeping peacefully beside you and you let out a breath of relief. You didn't expect this turn of events. Your free hand reaches out to him and gently glides your fingertips along his jaw.

The last thing you remember was Steve telling you that everything would be okay before sticking a needle in your neck. You for sure thought you'd be missing a limb.

A quiet moan leaves his lips before his blue eyes flutter open. Steve smiles up at you and reaches his hand out to you. "Hey, you're awake," he whispers and adjusts his position so he's laying on his back.

"I'm not in the basement," you point out with a raised brow.

"Yeah, you're not," Steve mumbles while threading his fingers with yours. "I did a lot of thinking while you were on the operating table."

You slowly lay down onto your side, facing him. "You did?" You whisper and Steve nods his head.

"Remember when we went to get ice cream?" He mumbles while rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb. "And you put up a fit because you didn't bring any money."

A smile comes to your lips before letting out a quiet chuckle. "Yeah, yeah, I remember that. You didn't take no for an answer," you grin for a few moments before biting your lip.

"I didn't," Steve chuckles and he brings your conjoined hands to his face, kissing it softly. "I realized then how much you truly mean to me."

You blush at his words and raise your handcuffed hand. "So, can we take this off? I promise I'm not going to run away," you tell him and his eyes roam over your face.

Steve throws the covers off of him before getting up from the bed. He turns the lights on, causing you to squint your eyes. He mumbles an apology while grabbing the keys from the bedside table.

You look up at him as he unlocks the cuffs on your wrists. A small smile comes to your lips as Steve gently rubs the reddened skin. His blue eyes glance up at you through his lashes while you move your hand to his cheek.

He leans forward and captures your lips with his, pushing you back onto the bed. You moan against his lip while running your fingers through his hair. Steve trails his lips down your neck as his hands find their way under your shirt. You tilt your head back a bit and give the man more access to your neck.

You tug your shirt over your head before throwing it across the room. Steve kisses down the valley of your breasts, feeling his teeth nip your skin softly. “Wanna taste you,” he mumbles while his lips glide down your stomach.

A snort leaves your lips and Steve looks up at you with a confused look on his face. You cover your mouth with your hand, stopping the giggles from escaping your lips. “Sorry, I just- an inappropriate joke,” you clear your throat.

Steve furrows his brows before realizing what he said. His tongue wets his lips and lets out a semi-loud laugh. He shakes his head before kissing your hip bone. “Alright, smartass,” he chuckles while tugging on your panties. “Wanna taste you… sexually.”

You bite your lip and lift your hips, allowing Steve to pull your panties off. “Please,” you almost beg as your hands grip the sheets beneath you.

“Yes, ma’am,” Steve grins before laying down between your legs, spreading them apart.

-

@sweetdreamsbuck​ @jessalyn-jpeg​ @marvel-3407​ @hawsx3 @queen-of-mischief​

[miyaagis]

oikawa is a handsome man, there’s no denying it. he might be twice your age but his trademark charm never fails to lure you in. too bad he’s your dad’s best friend

+ pairing. oikawa t. / fem reader

+ word c. 2,730

+ warnings. age gap, alcohol, mild degradation, mindbreak, noncon filming, squirting, watersports, mating press, one (1) slap in the ass, u call him uncle but he isn’t, so pseudo-cest? no beta we die like men

+ author n. my piece for the miki mouse whorehouse collab ♡ three weeks late, yes

the mid-afternoon sun burns above you, your exposed skin glowing under its blaze as you try to ignore the bickering of your dad’s friends.

oikawa’s playlist blasts through the speakers, the one with latin songs and that he’s been listening to since he went to argentina (according to uncle makki). you hum along with the beat unconsciously, so close to dozing off that you miss the sound of the approaching steps.

“a drink for the princess.”

flirty brown eyes meet yours through the tinted glass of your sunglasses, his handsome smile making your heart skip as you sit up and take the cold drink from his hands.

oikawa takes the seat next to you, handing his phone over to you to let you choose the next song. his fingers trace the rim of his beer bottle as he watches you type something on the screen before leaning back against the chair.

“my dad will yell at you for giving me alcohol,” you peer up at him, taking the straw between your lips.

he takes a long sip of his beer in hopes of calming down the myriad of thoughts swirling in his mind. it’s sinful how the wet fabric of your swimsuit clings onto your form while you lie under the sun—unbothered. but it’s even worse how the star of those thoughts it’s his best friend’s daughter.

“you’re an adult, you’re allowed to have fun.”

you scoff, “tell him that.”

iwaizumi has never been a strict parent but he likes to play the overprotective dad role every once in a while.

“he’s your dad. it’s kind of his job,” he tilts his head in his friend’s direction, his stare serious before switching into a playful one, “and mine is to be the cool uncle.”

you can’t help but snort, “who said you were cool?”

oikawa fake gasps at your statement, but his posture immediately tenses up as uneasiness takes over his body. 

he doesn’t have an idea when it all started, or when did the playful banter between you two turned into this unbearable sexual tension. many nights he has been haunted in his dreams by your cute but taunting smile, poking fun at him until his lips land on yours, and kissing you until you’re reduced to a pathetic whimpering mess.

“–kawa you asshole!”

hanamaki’s voice snaps him out of his trance, both of your heads turning to look at said man as he scolds matsukawa for spilling his drink on the table.

“don’t stay under the sun for too long,” oikawa suddenly stands up, shooting you a forced smirk, “or you’ll get wrinkles.”

you stick your tongue out at him and watch him walk away, staring at his back while a silly smile settles on your lips.

—

the sun has already set when you make your way inside.

you ignore the two drunk men passed out on the couch as you look around for your dad, but when you fail to catch sight of him, you decide to take a look in the kitchen.

oikawa’s shirtless back greets you, his muscles bulging under his tanned skin as he seems to be struggling with a bottle of wine.

“you’re doing it wrong.”

he immediately halts his movements and turns to look at you, “i’m sorry?”

you smirk, “you’re forgiven.”

he scoffs at your little joke, but when you see the hint of a smirk tugging his lips upwards you know he’s enjoying it as much as you are. with a push of your hips, you shove him aside and grab the corkscrew from his hands.

“this, is how you do it.”

he leans on the kitchen counter with his elbow as he observes you do your thing, “you’re being too awfully cocky lately.”

“not my fault you can’t open a wine bottle the right way,” you shrug before smiling triumphantly once it's open, taking a swig of the bottle.

it’s probably the way your eyes gleam under the dim lights, or how your lips look plump and glossy after drinking the wine. either way, the words leave oikawa’s mouth before he can think twice.

“oh? care to tell me what else i don’t do the right way?”

you watch as he takes the bottle from your hands and takes a sip, “you’d be surprised. i know more than what you may think.”

“i doubt it.”

“try me.”

the words hang in the air, the hidden meaning begging to be addressed but you stare at each other in silence, your chests heaving up as you wait for the other to make a move.

“do you know what’s been on my mind lately?” he’s the first one to break the silence, his figure looming above you while his hand moves to rest on your hip.

your breath hitches as you shake your head. gone is the playful gleam in your eyes, his stare feeling as if he’s a predator and you the helpless prey.

“you.”

he pauses, gauging your reaction while you feel your heart pounding wildly in your chest.

“oi!” 

you both jump at the sound of your dad’s voice. iwaizumi stands behind you with his car keys on hand, exhaustion evident in his posture.

“they’re hammered, i’m going to drive them home. you need a ride?”

the question’s directed at oikawa, who’s suddenly feeling like a deer caught in the headlights.

did he see anything? he wonders. but the tired look in his best friend’s face lets him know he doesn’t suspect a thing.

“nah, i’m good,” the odd look iwaizumi sends his way prompts him to come up with an excuse, “i’ll clean up and then i’ll be on my way out.”

on a normal day, iwaizumi would’ve refused. but if he could escape your mom’s wrath after the mess they made, then he’d take it in a heartbeat. good thing she’s out on her casino night.

“thanks, man. see you around.”

you both watch as he exits the kitchen, the tense atmosphere remaining even after hearing the front door close behind the three men.

you can’t help but deflate a bit, sensing the ‘moment’ between you is gone.

“where were we?”

your eyes widen and refuse to meet his, choosing to fiddle with your fingers as you repeat what he said earlier in a small voice, “you said… you said you were thinking of me.”

oikawa has to stop himself from cooing at your nervousness, humming instead as he takes one step in your direction.

“mhm, all day,” his hands snake around your waist to pull you flush against him, “i’ve been thinking about fucking you.” 

a small gasp leaves your mouth, a satisfied smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

“you enjoyed teasing me, didn’t you? parading around in that slutty swimsuit of yours with your tits spilling out of your bra?”

he hauls you up by your waist and places you on the granite counter, settling himself between your legs, “i could see your nipples getting hard, begging to be kissed,” one of his hands leaves your waist and moves upwards to pinch your nipple. he can’t help but coo at the faint whimper that escapes your lips, “hmm, so cute.”

oikawa’s lips connect with yours, his other hand holding you by the back of your head while the other keeps rubbing the hardened nub. once his tongue glides into your mouth, breathless moans fill the kitchen.

“a-ah, uncle tooru,” you run your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.

he starts to make his way down, kissing your neck and collarbone before he reaches your chest. his teeth graze your hard nipple, toying with it while a large hand moves down between your legs and pushes the fabric covering your pussy aside.

two long fingers prod between your folds, sliding in easily and making you groan.

“naughty girl, so wet already,” he rasps in your ear, throat dry at the sight of your wet folds.

the wetness dripping from your hole immediately coats his digits, making it easier for him to tease your insides. the pads of his index and middle fingers curl upwards to touch the soft walls, massaging them in slow movements.

“mm, fuck–” it’s exhilarating how good he’s making you feel just with his fingers, pulling moans so effortlessly out of you.

“feels good, hm?”

“yes, yes, so so good–” your head falls limp against his shoulder, your hands resting on his biceps as you try to hold onto something, “please… faster.”

the pace of his hand picks up while his thumb brushes over your clit, watching you lose yourself in the pleasure. his cock hardens at the filthy sounds of your pussy sucking his fingers in and your wanton moans.

“so needy,” he murmurs, a breathless chuckle falling right in your ear, “be a doll and cum for me. will you? c’mon, baby. i know you can do it.”

your grip on his shoulders tightens, his encouraging words awakening something in you that has you cumming right after. warmth floods your body as you chant his name desperately, the friction of his finger against your clit prolonging your high and making it difficult to catch your breath.

it takes you a minute to recover from the daze, his body-heat overwhelming you and fogging up your mind.

it’s not until he takes his fingers out of your dripping core and has a taste of your juices when he truly feels the lust take over him.

oikawa immediately picks you up from the kitchen counter, your legs wrapping around his torso as he blindly makes his way to your room.

his mouth moves hungrily against yours, your bodies occasionally colliding against the walls since you refuse to let go of each other. once you reach your bedroom, he pushes the door open and places you on the bed, climbing on top of you and latching his mouth onto your neck.

“baby, i need to– hmm,” the roll of your hips against his front causes his cock to twitch in his shorts, “need to fuck you.”

your eyes close when he moves your bra down and starts sucking on your nipple, one of your hands tangling in his hair and pushing his face onto your chest.

“want you so badly, please.”

“don’t worry, princess. i’ll make you cum again, so many times, and fill your needy cunt with my cum,” he murmurs against your chest, his tongue gliding over the sensitive skin while he rolls his hips against your core, “you’re gonna be a good little slut for me, right? bounce on my cock like a bitch in heat?”

you have never heard something so filthy leave his mouth, the promise of another orgasm sending a jolt down to your center.

“y-yes, i’ll do whatever you want! just please, fuck me.”

“yes, what?” his eyes glint with malice as he looks down at you, waiting for you to reply.

“yes... sir.”

a captivating smile graces his lips as he moves up from your chest to your face, his mouth hovering right above yours, “good girl.”

before you can process his words, he flips you on top of him, his hands going straight to your ass and squeezing the flesh. you notice the hardness underneath you and you have to stop yourself from bucking your hips against it.

with a tap on your butt, he signals you to lift your hips, taking off his shorts and turning to the side to place them somewhere. but in your drunken state, all you can focus on is on the cock in front of you, the flushed head glistening with pre-cum and causing your mouth to water.

he’s turning around when you wrap a hand around his girth, making him jolt under you before you lift your eyes to stare back at him.

“patience, baby. i’m not going anywhere,” he chuckles at the same time you rub his cock between your folds. his eyes stare intensely at you, watching you coat him with your juices before aligning him with your hole, “shit, i wish i could watch you like this forever.”

“you can have me whenever you want, sir. i’m yours.”

his cock parts your lower lips as you start sinking down, the vein on the underside of his shaft rubbing deliciously against your walls until he’s bottoming out. his hands rest on your hips, letting you get used to the stretch before he starts to rock you back and forth, slowly.

“feels so good… m-more.”

strong arms wrap around your waist, bringing your torso down until your breasts are pressed against his chest. his thrusts become intense, making you squeal as his laugh reverberates in his chest. he slaps your ass with one hand, groaning when your walls clamp down around him.

“tightest cunt i’ve ever fucked,” he groans.

“h-harder, fuck me harder,” you plead and, in a matter of seconds, he’s ramming his cock into you just like you asked. the friction of his length against your insides makes you dizzy, your mind wandering to how would it feel to be filled with his seed, “god– ugh, want your cum.”

“hm? my pretty little cumslut wants to milk me dry?”

he pushes you up as he slows down his pace, whines leaving your mouth in frustration. oikawa helps you bounce on top of him, his pelvic bone brushing against your swollen clit which causes your orgasm to approach faster than expected.

“‘m so close,” your rhythm falters, hips moving back and forth desperately in search of that delicious friction, “gonna cum, sir. please, make me cum.”

oikawa’s grip on your hips tightens, one of his hands moving down to your clit and rubbing it in fast circles, “shit– so tight,” he moans when you clench your muscles around his cock, feeling it twitch inside of you, “fuck, fuck, i’m cumming!”

he barely manages to rasp out before warm spurts of cum paint your walls, his cock throbbing against them while he keeps moving in and out of your hole. you follow suit, your pussy trembling around him as you both ride out your orgasms.

his cock visibly twitches once it's out of your cunt, lying flat on his stomach while white cum slowly drips on top of it. spreading your asscheeks, he stares at your glistening cunt and watches your juices coat him before flipping you onto your back. his entire weight rests on top of you, caging you in a mating press and entering your raw walls again.

“s-sir, no more! ‘m too sensitive– ah,” your legs are shaking at the overstimulation, his cock reaching so deep that you can feel it nudging at your cervix.

he grunts as he keeps thrusting into you, his balls slapping against your ass while you try to fight him, “one more, baby.”

“i-i can’t! no, no, no, please...” your nails dig in his muscles, a futile attempt to get him to slow down.

the slapping of skin on skin is loud, your cries encouraging him to drill harder into your pussy until he’s flooding it with his thick cum.

“shit, princess. of course you can. isn’t this what you wanted? you’re such a slut for me, i’ve known it all this time.”

you know you want to cum, but another tingling feeling settles on your belly and, after a perfectly directed thrust from his part, you gush around his cock.

“holy shit.”

everything seems to stop around you, drooling and babbling nonsense as you’re sent into a high that leaves your mind floating, your body growing limp under oikawa as he continues to fuck your hole until he’s filling it again.

the euphoria stops you from noticing when he pulls out, also missing how he remains above you with his softening cock in hand and pumping it slowly. a groan escapes your mouth when a sudden warmth soaks your sweaty skin, making you close your eyes and bask in it.

“fuck, baby,” he angles his cock in your direction, allowing his piss to pour down onto your ruined pussy and down your bedsheets, “look at you, my pretty little slut.

your craving for him was so powerful that you failed to notice the phone standing on your bedside table, angled directly at you. even when familiar moans blare through its speakers after oikawa picks it up, smiling down at it as he readies himself to enter you once more.

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[inklore]

burning with desire.

premise: when thor can no longer take the constant taunting and teasing shared between the two of you, he decides to take matters into his own hands by using a different kind of brute force to get back at you.

pairing: thor odinson x (f)reader

word count: 3.3k

warnings: modern setting, bffs!older brother, they are like early twenties to mid twenties, spanking, hate sex, taunting and teasing, threats, nicknames ‘princess’ and ‘baby’ used, thor is an ass, slight misogyny, face slapping, unprotected sex, creampie, could be dubcon in certain parts, dirty talk, name calling. reminder: you are in control of your reading consumption so if you don’t vibe with any of the above please do not go on. 18+ only.

etc: uhhh i don’t think this is my best work and my first time writing for thor so it’s bound to be trash lmao. hopefully i’ll get used to writing him better, besties!

♱ kinktober 05.

“Don’t seem to be too uptight now, do you Princess?” The cockiness in Thor’s torn is like venom to your ears. You try to turn yourself so you can scowl at him but with you splayed across his lap, one arm across your back, his other hand resting on the hot skin of your ass cheeks, his hold on you is too tight and you can’t move without looking like a fish out of water, or his knees digging into your stomach.

You wipe the gathering tears that or on the precipice of spilling from your eyes, refusing to let him see them. Though it wouldn’t have mattered when seconds ago you were a withering whimpering mess, grasping onto one of the couch cousins as you tried not to moan. Tried not give him any benefit of the doubt that feeling his large palm come down across your ass was doing something to you. But it didn’t take a rocket scientist to feel the way your hips rose just a little higher when the cool air hit your now reddening and sensitive skin. Or how you gripped the pillow in anticipation for the next slap, the throbbing in your cunt waiting to feel the pounded presser from the force of his hand on your ass.

Your bottom lip had chewed and abused by your teeth as you tried to hold in every moan, squeal, or whimper. A few stray ones slipping up and Thor’s laughter following in triumph. Making you scowl down at the pillow in front of you. Fuck him for thinking this was okay to do to you. And fuck him for being so annoyingly cocky. And fuck him for making you feel so good.

When you had wandered off downstairs and into the kitchen, Hela having long since passed out from the immense studying the two of you were doing, leaving you bored and completely as exhausted as her but sleep not quite coming to you just yet. You didn’t expect to round the corner and see Thor fresh from a run, leaning up against the counter chugging a bottle of water. The sight making you stop in your tracks and turn on your heel in hopes he hadn’t noticed you walk in. But when you hear that annoying thunderous voice of his, you know he spotted you.

“Where ya going, Princess?” He laughs under his breath, “don’t want to grace me with your presence tonight?” You can already feel your body prickle with the want to punch him in his annoyingly large bicep, his taunting words making you turn back around and flash him a scowl as you move past him to get to the fridge. Grabbing your own water as you put distance between the two of you, sipping your water slowly.

You try to ignore the way you can feel Thor’s eyes on you, the ridiculous grin on his face as he silently taunts you from the other end of the kitchen. You only turning to him when you catch his head turn down to finish off his water and throw the plastic in the recycling bin. Your eyes definitely not catching the way his muscles glisten with sweat from his run, or the perspiration stains on his tight t-shirt. Or the way his long hair rests wet and perfect on his shoulders. Making even more annoyance dredge itself up into your gut. And even more so when he catches you staring at him, his stupid grin growing and your stupid stomach fluttering.

You hated Thor. He hated you, it was a known fact that not only everyone in the Odinson household knew about, but anyone else in a mile radius could tell by the constant banter and arguing the two of you did over nothing and everything. And the constant headache you got from scowling at him all but honing in on said hatred; you didn’t like each other. There was a time when you didn’t find him to be annoying, believe it or not. The two of you being able to be in a room together and it not be filled with tension and sour attitudes and taunting jabs.

You once had looked at Thor as something more than a pompous asshole. You had actually even liked him, a lot. And you thought he had liked you too, the coy flirting and too long stares from across the room, private conversations where the other Odinson siblings couldn’t see. And that one bbq when the two of you had slipped away up to Thor’s room, his mouth on yours in a hungry kiss, your hands all over his body, his head between your legs, tongue making you cum.

So, there had been a time when you liked Thor, so much so that when you saw him the next day after the bbq, downstairs and expecting him to greet you with his beautiful grin like he did every other time. Your movements coming to halt when you hear him talking to Hela, his tone tight and annoyed, “it didn’t even mean anything, I fuck plenty of girls all the time Hel, it’s no different.” Your heart sinks and when Thor’s eyes meet yours, him giving you a boisterous grin and leaving the kitchen; it set the declaration in stone that you hated Thor Odinson and nothing was going to change that. No one was going to make you look like a fool, especially not him. Or any man for that matter.

And since then the two of you have been at each other’s necks, your hatred boiling over to a burning fire every time his stupid grin tried to get the best of you. His taunts of “such a good girl aren’t you, ever do anything fun?” or “you’re here a lot, sure you’re not in love with my sister instead of me?” If you were one for violence you know you would of slapped him by now.

Which is ironically how you ended up in your current situation: shorts pulled down, ass red and bruised from his hand, thighs slick from your arousal.

When Thor had strode his way over to your side of the kitchen, his mouth spitting words of taunts and teases, your fists clenching and scowl and threats doing little to derail him and his never ending mouth. You had called him an ass and rose your hand to slap his arm, the annoyance and frustration making your blood boil into action. The blonde brute grabbing your wrist before it could even make contact with his muscled skin, the tightness of his grip making you wince and try to pull free.

“Oh, you like to play rough, Princess. Is that it?” His smirk inches from your face as he now held both of your wrists in his hands. “If you wanted to play like that all you had to do was ask. You know I’ll give you whatever you want.” And before you could react he’s picking you up and over his shoulder, walking you to the couch and laying you down on his knees, ignoring your many protests and yells. “You know, for the life of me I don’t know where this attitude you give me comes from.” He feens stupidity, which you’re sure is not hard for him. “I’m nothing but nice to you.” You can feel him put a little more pressure on your back so you stop squirming, “I’ve even been between these pretty little legs, and yet you’re just foul to me. And I can’t conclude as to why.”

“Really, Thor? Is it that hard for your pea brain to think up why I would despise an ass like you?” You spit out in frustration, your breath heavy as you try to move out of his hold but finding it a mute effort.

Thor doesn’t say anything for a beat and all that can be heard is your breath calming once you stop thrashing. You think maybe you’ve hit a nerve and he’s going to stop this charade. But then you feel his palm run along your shorts, over your ass and rub your cheeks through the fabric. The action catching you off guard and making your body stall all thought and attempted movement. It seems too soft of an action to be coming from Thor, almost like it’s just another tool to taunt you with. But the action alone doesn’t feel horrible, make your feel horrible. Your stomach sinking when your body starts to react to his fingers skating along your ass.

And then he’s pulling down your shorts and panties, your ass cheeks on display and you’re asking him “what the hell, Thor?” And trying to move out of his hold once more.

“I think you need to be punished.” His words come out humorous and his hand is back on your ass, the warmth of his palm burning the coolness of your cheeks. Your senses heightening to his touch, body slowing its protests down, waiting and listening for what might come next. Your scowl making the center of your forehead ache. “I don’t think a good girl like you has ever been punished. Spanked.” His laugh is deep and taunting as he gives your left ass cheek the smallest of slaps and it makes you jump, a tiny squeal slipping from your lips. “I mean it’s only fair though right, a slap for a slap?”

“I didn’t even touch you!”

“No, but you were going to. And that just breaks my heart,” you can hear his grin and it makes a low growl vibrate through your chest as you try to maneuver out of his hold again. “Relax, Princess.” He runs the flat of his palm across one of your ass cheeks, “I’m sure you’ll like it, trust me. Good girls like you were made for this, teasing and taunting until someone bends you over their knee and teaches you a lesson.”

“Thor, I swear to god! Let me go!” Your demand met with another laugh and a hard smack to your ass cheek, making your body flinch and involuntarily move in his lap, a heavy gasp leaving you. And before you can protest anymore he’s smacked your ass several more times and your protests quickly turn into mewls.

Thus how you found yourself in your current situation; angry, heated, and turned on.

“Don’t seem to be too uptight now, do you love?”

“Fuck you, Thor.”

“Mmm,” he hums, runs his hand down to the bottom of your ass where your thigh meets the plump flesh there. His fingers pressing into the inside of your thigh, pulling your legs apart a sliver as his hand moves closer and closer to your wet center. Holding your breath as you go on touch, not being able to see exactly what he is doing back there. Only being able to feel the anticipation of him getting closer and closer to where you were wet and aching. Your body begging him to touch you more, to soothe the burn he not only applied to your ass but to other parts of your body. The memories of his mouth and hands on you the last time he had your bottoms down making you crave to feel it again. To be reminded just for a second that Thor was so good with his hands, and his mouth. To forget he was a complete ass for a little while and just let him make you feel good.

When his fingers feel the wetness gathered on your thighs, the low chuckle you hear him do makes your face burn. You want to tell him to not flatter himself. But he beats you to the punch, “Do you want me to fuck you, Princess?“ He doesn’t give you time to process an answer before you feel his fingers brushing against your wet folds. A swallowed down whimper dying in your throat as his thumb moves across your clit in a slow motion, that more than visibly has your legs shaking. “I think you do, thank that’s all you needed all along. To be fucked, you were just too much of a prissy little bitch to say it.”

You can’t stop the growl of hatred that release from your lungs as you use all your strength, which isn’t much, as Thor lets you remove yourself from his lap without hesitation this time. You quickly stand to your feet, your anger and frustration leading your actions when you let your hand come down hard against his cheek. The violent motion surprising you more than it does Thor, you standing there in a burning rage of shock. Thor’s hand coming to his cheek with a smirk on his face as if barley bothered, effected. It only making your blood boil more.

“Fuck. You.” You don’t know if you feel more humiliated or angry at allowing yourself to be spanked and taunted by this man to the point where you were a whimpering mess, cunt throbbing to be touched. Or that he had the audacity to call you a bitch. Or if he hit the nail on the head and despite having a burning hatred for this man, ever since the night you two shared together, all you could think of was having him fuck you the way he promised he would the next time you two were alone. Before you saw him for the asshole he was. Maybe you were more angry at yourself from the arousal that’s nipping at your belly from his words, “you were just too much of a prissy little bitch to say it.”

“Fuck me.” Thor taunts, leans up, runs his fingers along the back of your calf. “You keep saying it, your cunt is practically dripping for me, so do it. You want to so bad,” he laughs, “I know you do.” He pulls you closer to him, pushes down your shorts the rest of the way leaving them at your ankles. Completely ignoring your very present anger fuming off of you. Leans back against the couch, lifts his shirt over his still sweat slicked torso. Pushes down his shorts so they hang off of his knees, wraps his palm around his already very hard cock, licks his lips and stares up at you with a grin. “Fuck me.”

You want to be shocked, want to storm off and curse his name to the Gods. To be done with this and him for good. But your heartbeat picks up at the way you watch his hand rub along his cock, precum leaking from the head, the sharp intake of breath he does when his thumb gathers it and spreads it over his tip. And you really shouldn’t, shouldn’t give him the satisfaction of even knowing you want to fuck him. But your body is running on lust and who said you couldn’t fuck him and still hate him? Fucking him didn’t mean anything other than two people finding pleasure, finding a release that’s aching and itching their body to a dark flame of desire and yearning.

So you don’t overthink it when you step out of your shorts, straddle Thor’s waist, ignoring his grin as you do so. Ignoring how gently he removes your shirt, or how soft his fingers feel against your hips. You don’t want this to be soft, this wasn’t soft. You hated him. You just wanted to fuck him, hard, rough, let that hatred be taken out in another way other than words and jabs. Wanted to finally feel him inside of you.

“Don’t tell you’re going to go all soft on me now, thought you wanted to teach me a lesson, Thor. Hurt me.” You tease, your lower lip coming down in a fake pout. His chuckle vibrates in his chest, his fingers digging into the skin at your hips as he maneuvers your body in one quick motion to align with his hips, as he thrusts up into you. “Ahh!”

“You were saying, Princess?” His grin is devilish and so are his thrusts as he fucks up into you, giving you little time to adjust to just how thick he is, how full you feel, how the stretch of your cunt from his cock burns and has you digging your nails into the top of his shoulders. And there’s not much you can get out other than moans and whimpers, and scratches and bites to his skin as he fucks you relentlessly, taking his frustrations out on you, his anger. Your hips move in time with his thrusts, making him go deeper inside of you. Thor’s hand in your hair as he grips it, pulls your head back, kisses, licks and bites at your neck. His grunts against your skin making you shake.

“Knew this was all you needed,” Thor breaths in between kisses on your neck, his lips trailing from your neck to the top of your chest until he reaches your tits. His warm mouth wrapping around one of your nipples as he sucks and bites at it. Your neck straining from the angle he has you bent at as lewd moans spill from your lips, his other hand gripping your ass as it bounces from your movements. “Should of just fucked you that first night, save myself the trouble of having to deal with your shit.” He grunts, “fuck, you drive me nuts. But being in this prissy little cunt is all I can think about when I see you.” His mouth leaves it’s assault on your nipples, his grip on your hair moving your head so it’s inches from his, before he kisses you roughly. Your body flooding with a sedating remembrance from the last time you felt his skillful mouth on yours, his tongue against yours, his grunts and hums swallowed down by you. “Know you wanted it too, baby. Didn’t you? Your little bitch act was your way of begging me to fuck you, hmm?”

You feel your body agreeing before you even think about it being true, a breathy ‘yes, fuck, Thor,” leaving you as you moan against him. Your hands around his neck, fingers in his hair as you bounce on his cock, his hips moving slower now as he lets you take over and set the hard pace.

You know your close when you feel Thor slap your ass, the raw skin from his earlier assault still burning and making stings of pain shoot through you. Your legs quivering at the delicious heat. And when the blonde slips a hand between your folds, his thumb rubbing your clit in quick motions in time with your hips it doesn’t take long for you to go over the edge. Your body leaning forward, chest pressed to Thor’s moaning. Clinging to him as he presses his palm to your back holding you in place, fucking up into you at a harsh pace, through your orgasm making you quiver and shake against him. Until he’s biting at your shoulder, grunting hoarsely and filling your cunt full of his cum.

He lets you lay atop of him for a bit, his cock still twitching inside of you, his fingers running along your back softly. Your eyes closed as you try not to think about reality ruining this moment and things going back to the way they were; annoyance and hatred.

“Still hate me?”

“Always.”

His low chuckle vibrates against your chest, his mouth at the shell of your ear, “good, more fun for me.”

[twinkleimagines]

* your secret’s safe with me*

You’re a pogue with a secret relationship with a Kook. Not just any kook either, the Kook KING. When people start to notice and the truth comes out Rafe tries to deny it since he’s the one who really keeps the Pogue vs. Kook war going . Do you go along or do you decide you’re worth more than secrets ?

“ fuck!” You moaned out loudly as you thrust your hips one more time, riding your climax out over Rafes huge cock. You felt him buck his hips up while squeezing your bottom while groaning, finishing out his own orgasm.

“ that was amazing” you breathed out as you rolled over , flopping yourself back down next to Rafe.

“ fuck yeah it was” he said catching his breath before sitting up, pulling something out of his top drawer on his night stand. You rolled your eyes as you heard him sniff something up his nose .

“ you ever gonna leave that shit alone?” You replied with aggravation, rolling over to face his toned back. He stayed quiet as he continued wiping his nose to catch anything that may have fallen out.

“ I just hate seeing how it’s changing you” you said with a softer tone, placing your head on your hand that was propped up on his pillow.

“ yeah well I’m handling my own shit okay” he said glancing over at you from his shoulder before looking back down and the substance in his hand.

“ heard that before “ you mumbled before sitting up, searching the floor for your clothes that Rafe practically ripped off of you an hour ago.

“ where ya goin?” He spoke as he watched you get dressed.

“ it’s 6 in the morning , don’t you have that thing at the country club with topper and Kelce?” You replied as you pulled your t-shirt over your head, pulling your tangled hair back out of it. Rafe shrugged not getting the memo.

“ soooo if we’re going to keep this a secret-“ you relied, pointing your finger back and forth between the space between the two of you , “ - then they can’t see me leaving and they’re going to be here soon”. Rafe nodded his head before standing up, his sweaty body shimmering with the morning sunlight.

“ yeah true” he stated walking towards you holding your sandals. “ you’re still coming to the party tonight at the bone yard though right ?” He replied standing very close to you.

“ duh” you replied pecking a kiss on his lips. “ wouldn’t miss it “ . Rafe stood for a second as he watched you bend over in front of him, placing your sandals on your feet.

“ just meet me at the spot” he replied before placing a quick smack across your left cheek. You jumped up before scolding him. ‘ the spot’ was the place you both hid secretly for quickies. It was the only spot you could be together at the bone yard that the pogues and kooks wouldn’t see.

“ okay I’ll text you” you replied before kissing his lips again.

“ ok I’m getting a shower “ he replied while running his hands through his hair . “ I smell like good pussy” he laughed out while running his finger tips up your crotch outside of your shorts.

“ you’re fucking nasty “ you laughed pushing at his chest .

****

[text message]

Rafe- you here?

Y/n- yuhh wya?

Rafe- topper wbu?

Y/n- bonfire

Rafe looked up from his phone to see you already looking in his direction smirking. Rafe grinned before looking back down at his phone.

[text message ]

Rafe- you look hot af

You grinned as you looked down at your outfit. You had short blue Jean shorts and a blue bathing suit top on, your hair flowing over your shoulders. You knew you looked hot But it was solely for Rafe.

Y/n - you too ;) I really like your hair pulled down the front like that

Rafe- quicky?

You bit your bottom lip, feeling the same tingling feeling at the pit of your stomach as you looked over at a couple of your friends letting them know you’d be right back .

You quickly made your way over to the spot , Rafe following with his red cup of alcohol right behind you.

“ hey princess” Rafe said from behind you. You turned around, lips immediately landing on yours . You giggled into the kiss, the excitement of being in a public area fucking and getting caught ran through you.

“ you can’t go 30 minutes of seeing me without wanting to fuck me huh?” You said , grabbing ahold of his rock hard boner beneath his shorts. Rafe threw his head back in pleasure as you got down on your knees , placing him in your mouth.

“ fuck” he groaned out while placing his hand through your hair, applying pressure against the back of your head. You could feel yourself gagging slightly as the tip of his dick hit the back of your throat , moving at a fast pace .

A couple more minutes went by before Rafe pulled himself away from your face. “ turn around” he replied as he pulled you up by your arm, only to turn you around shortly after . You quickly pulled your bottoms down, showing your bare ass before leaning down, placing your hands against a large fallen tree.

Your mouth flew open as you felt Rafe insert himself into you at a fast pace, his hips immediately moving back out only to slam himself back in . You arched your back, your hair draped to one side over your shoulder, swinging back and forth at the motion Rafe had you moving in. You couldn’t hold the moans in as Rafe continued to hit your g-spot over and over as he usually did.

“ hush baby don’t wanna get caught do you?” He replied as he continued to pound into you, his fingers digging into your hips surely to leave bruises . You bit tightly onto your bottom lip, trying to hold in the moans from all the pleasure you were receiving.

Rafe groaned loudly as he watched you place one of your hands on your clot, rubbing circles , bringing yourself to your climax . Rafe felt your legs begin to shake, causing him to hold you hip against him.

“ you cumming baby?” He breathed out as he watched your body start to tremble in front of him.

“ yes Rafe” you moaned out loudly, causing him to reach his climax as well. Rafe quickly pulled out, pumping himself a few times as his load shot out . You giggled as you watched him finish himself off before tucking himself back in his shorts, you following shortly after to pull your bottoms back up.

“ let me know when you go to leave I’ll take you home okay ?” He replied kissing the top of your forehead. You sighed heavily, sadness filling you. You absolutely adored Rafe. And having to keep him a secret from your friends and family honestly sucked so much. You wished you could be open about your relationship together but with you being a pogue from the poor side and him being a rich kook, it just wasn’t the right time to come out yet.

“ of course , wanna stay the night? My mom won’t be home this weekend “ you asked. He nodded placing his large hands on your cheeks .

“ what we doin? Movie night?” He asked, rubbing circles on your cheek with his thumb.

“ and other things” you teased with a big flirtatious grin.

“ you’re so cute” he laughed out before giving you a quick peck on your nose , before turning away - making his way back to his friends.

You made sure to wait a few seconds before following behind so no one would notice .

You walked over to one of the kegs, getting you a cup of whatever alcohol beverage they had mixed in it when you heard toppers loud drunken voice from behind.

“ where’d ya go buddy?” Topper said patting Rafe on the back. You didn’t hear Rafe respond but topper didn’t hesitate to run his mouth again.

“ you were fuckin someone weren’t you?” He joked, causing the group of people he was with to start laughing and cheering Rafe on. You began to smirk until you heard the words Kelce spoke.

“ I bet it was that pogue Y/n” he said. You froze for a second , the keg you were at was kind of hidden behind a tree so you backed yourself further behind, looking over towards rafes group , ease dropping in.

“ the fuck? No” Rafe replied almost to quick . You frowned slightly, wishing he would’ve had some other type of response other than the one he just gave them.

“ I call bull man “ Kelce replied . “ topper bro I saw her car parked in his driveway like 3 different times “ they all laughed at kelces words , while Rafe shook his head in denial.

“ who wants to fuck a dirty pogue “ he replied. It felt like a blade shot through your heart at his words. Is that really how Rafe felt about you? Was he really that ashamed of a ‘ dirty pogue’ like you?

“ hey man she’s pretty hot for a pogue” topper replied patting Rafe on the shoulder . You couldn’t handle listening to anymore once anger started to rise in you .

“ dirty pogue? I’ll show you a dirty pogue” you mumbled to yourself as you chugged down two full cups of the alcohol, pouring you a third before making your way to a group of tourons.

***

You had been standing there for a good 20 minutes, flirting away with a. Group of guys that were out of town , all young horny college boys looking for some fun one night stands.

You usually weren’t like this but your only intentions right now were to hurt the boy who unknowingly hurt you.

[ text message]

Rafe- tf you doin with them boys?

Rafe- hello?

Rafe- I’m ready to go c’mon

Rafe- are you ignoring me..?

You looked down at your phone after the 5th ding, only to leave him on read purposely.

“ hey I’m gonna grab another drink” you said running your hand down the side of his biceps, solely because you just knew Rafe was watching you from a distance based off of his messages.

You finished off the cup you had as you walked over towards the keg, almost tripping over yourself .

“ yo” you heard behind you as you struggled to fill your cup up. You sat up taking another sip of your drink to see Rafe towering over you, his eyes squinted at you with anger .

“ what” you spat out.

“ why are you ignoring me “ he asked , this time his voice a bit softer as if his feelings were hurt . You shrugged, taking another sip of your drink, not feeling sympathetic to him . “ I think you’ve had enough of this “ he said attempting to take the drink away from your hand but you quickly pulled away from him. “ y/n I’m serious those boys your with could try something with-“

“ what? Try to fuck me ?” You responded with a smirk. Before Rafe could even respond you turned your back to him, filling back up the bit of alcohol you just drank. “ hey at least they would WANT to fuck a dirty pogue like me “ you responded before walking off, chugging your now 5th drink once again.

Rafe wanted to chase after you to apologize , but he knew if he did everyone would see you two together and he wasn’t sure if he was ready for that yet.

You stood over with the boys, one in particular getting very handsy. At first your plan was to make Rafe jealous, but at this point you knew in the end ask you wanted was Rafe and you had taken this’ flirting’ thing too far.

“ you should really let us see your tits” one of the guys said, tugging at the string of your bathing suit. You quickly swatted his hand away, getting nervous as you watched the group of guys circling around you.

“ no way” you laughed out, “ I can’t just show my breasts out here” .

“ oh c’mon” another said grabbing at your ass, which you immediately pushed his hand away. “ everyone’s too drunk to even notice” . You attention to back away from the grabby guy but the circle just kept enclosing around you.

“ okay guys” you laughed off nervously , but by now the guy had his hands around your waste , pulling you against your boner .

“ why don’t you come back to our hotel we can show you a really good time” the guy said , while his friend reached out, grabbing one of your breast.

“ no- please stop” you responded trying push yourself off of the guy behind you. All of a sudden you felt the guy behind you sling backwards, almost dragging you with him. You quickly caught yourself from falling before you turned around, only to see Rafe himself picking the guy back up by his throat .

“didn’t you hear her say no?!” Rafe yelled, the guy stumbling backwards as Rafe pushed him towards the water .

“ Rafe stop!” You yelled grabbing at his flexed biceps but to no avail.

“ the who’re was practically throwing herself on us man !” The guy tried arguing which really set Rafe off. Before you could even defend yourself, Rafe was throwing punch after punch, not even giving the guy a fighting chance. By then a whole circle of people were surrounding the fight , topper and kelce trying to pull Rafe off.

“ he’s down man he’s down!” Topper yelled at Rafe as he watched the nearly unconscious guy spitting blood out his mouth. Rafe squatted down, picking the guys face back up by his jaw.

“ touch my girl again, and I’ll fucking kill you “ he spat out before pushing his head back down against the shore. Rafe quickly stood up, his jaw clenched walking straight towards you. He had pure rage written all over his face when he grabbed you by the forearm , making you follow him. You didn’t bother to hesitate, quickly following along with him. You were practically jogging trying to keep up with his lengthy legs as he walked quickly across the sand to his truck.

“ get the fuck in the truck” he gritted through his teeth, holding the passenger door open for you. You quickly climbed your way in his truck, him slamming the door before walking around to the driver side , getting in the truck with same aggressiveness. The ride back to your place was silent, the only sounds was the trucks engine revving up every-time Rafe pushed on the gas. You watched as his knuckles were pale white from squeezing so tight on the steering wheel and his jaw clenching over and over again. It was turning you on to the max but you decided to stay quiet, since he was way too upset at the moment .

You had finally made it to your house, your front porch light lighting the inside of the car up some.

“ thanks for the ride” you said softly before reaching for the door handle .

“ wait “ Rafe said , not taking his eyes off the street in front of you. He sighed heavily calming himself down before looking over at you. “ I didn’t mean what I said earlier” he spoke. You looked down. You knew he didn’t look at you like that, but to convince the kooks, that’s exactly what he had to say .

“ I know” you said softly looking over at him. The car stayed quiet , neither one of you knowing what to say but neither wanting to be away from each other. “ I wasn’t going to do anything with those guys” you said finally breaking the silence. Rafe stayed quiet, anger filling him just by picturing you getting fucked by one of those guys.

“ I was just trying to make you jealous” you said turning slightly in your seat facing towards Rafe. Rafe looked up at you, his eyes staring deeply into yours.

“ it very much worked” he replied. You chuckled slightly nodding your head.

“ I know and it was so hot “ Rafe laughed at your comment, shaking his head.

“ well everyone knows now too so” he said shrugging his shoulders.

“ I’m sorry” you replied softly while lowering your head.

“ princess it’s okay” he replied grabbing ahold of your face. “ everyone was bound to find out eventually “ he replied with a sincere smile.

“ I know but I forced it early and you weren’t ready” you replied , laying your head down in his head .

“ no “ he replied shaking his head. “ I don’t care who was around there’s no way I was about to let those guys keep touching you the way they were. “ you sighed heavily, leaning back in the seat .

“ well you wanna come inside?” You asked, feeling yourself getting drowsy.

“ of course princess “ he said taking the key out of the ignition .

He followed you to your front door, his eyes not leaving your bottom.

“ your ass really does look good “ he said before grabbing a handful.

“ behave yourself “ you joked before leading him inside your house.

It was about to be a loonnnng night .

***

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[simpforboys]

fright night

she/her pronouns

summary: y/n and vinnie go to universal studios for halloween horror nights

warning: scary stuff, swearing, fluff, mentions of (fake) blood and weapons (ex; bats, chainsaws, etc) anxiety, reader is kind of a harry potter dork (mb)

a wave of anxiety flooded over y/n as she and vinnie reached the gates of Los Angeles’ Universal Studios. it was nearing seven pm, the sunset washed over the valley.

“ohhhh shit. here we are, baby,” vinnie grinned, bouncing up and down in both excitement and nerves.

y/n smiled, her heart pounding in her chest. she absolutely loved halloween, and was beyond excited everything was open after covid.

so, she convinced vinnie to buy tickets and she would pay for the front of the line pass.

as the line progressed, it was finally their turn to scan the tickets. “enjoy your night,” the worker smiled.

y/n felt vinnie grab her hand and tangle his fingers in hers. using her other hand, she gripped onto vinnie’s bicep as they made their way into the park.

“oh fuck, i’m so nervous,” y/n let out a breath, the smoke machines making it hard to see.

“shit!” the couple screamed as a clown with a chainsaw ran up on them.

“fuck man we just got in here,” vinnie cursed.

y/n laughed as the couple continued walking through the amusement park. “what maze should we do first?”

“let’s do the one right over here, the michael myers one.”

-

after taking a picture, the couple of seven months entered the attraction. with actors popping out, y/n and vinnie were screaming their heads off each turn.

although, by the end of the maze, vinnie practically ran out as y/n was dying of laughter behind him.

“man, i don’t fuck with this shit!” vinnie swore, making his girlfriend die hysterically.

“vincent, c’mon baby. it’s the first maze.”

“stupid michael popped out of nowhere!” vinnie rolled his eyes, wrapping his arm around his girl as they continued their way to another maze.

“are you gonna shit your pants during the exorcist?” y/n teased.

vinnie scoffed playfully. “maybe.”

weaving their way through more scarers, they finally approached the bride of frankenstein maze. vinnie gripped onto y/n as they entered the chilly and dark hallway.

approaching to where frankenstein appeared to be dead, they continued further into the maze. “not so bad yet…” y/n trailed off, jumping when a demon girl popped out of a window.

“never mind!”

-

“okay let’s get some butterbeer, relax, then go on the tram.” y/n told vinnie firmly. vinnie laughed.

“what house are you again, babe?” vinnie asked as they strode into hogsmeade.

“(hogwarts house), duh.”

“right,” vinnie nodded in amusement, happy to see his girlfriend geek out over hogwarts.

“i’ll pay for your butterbeer, baby. lemme sugar mommy you,” y/n joked, pulling out her debit card.

vinnie laughed, kissing y/n’s cheek as he sipped his butterbeer happily. “vincent! we have to take pictures before we drink!” y/n scolded.

“right, my bad i guess,” vinnie smirked. he watched as y/n took a pic of their drinks, the beautiful castle lit up in the background.

vinnie pulled y/n closely in next to him, holding her tight as they drank the delicious butterscotch drink.

“i love you, baby,” he whispered in her ear.

“i love you too, vin.”

-

after finishing the drinks and taking some pictures with fans, they rode the tram (to which vinnie held y/n as purge actors came and scared them). in that area, they also finished the haunting of hill house and pandora’s box mazes.

now, y/n beyond excited to get into the texas chainsaw massacre maze. “y/n, we have to get one of those fat donuts before we leave,” vinnie pointed to the giant donut with pink frosting and sprinkles.

“of course. but, let’s finish the mazes then we can do whatever!” y/n dragged vinnie towards the line.

“damn even the express line is long,” vinnie frowned.

y/n shrugged. “we can play games while we wait.”

ten minutes into the line vinnie started getting touchy. his hands constantly on y/n, digging his face into her neck, etc.

“baby, you okay?” she whispered in his ear, her fingers tangled in his blond hair.

“some kid keeps looking at you,” he groaned back, throwing his head up and glaring at the teenager who won’t keep his eyes to himself.

“oh. well then he can watch me do this,” y/n pressed a firm kiss on vinnie’s lips.

he hummed into the kiss, only to frown when y/n pulled away. “look, it’s almost our turn.”

-

vinnie held y/n close in his arms as they entered the attraction. although y/n was having the time of her life, vinnie had to keep himself from screaming too much.

“ah fuck!” y/n shouted when leatherface popped out with his bloody chainsaw.

“oh fuck no!” vinnie cursed, running out with y/n only to be meet with someone waiting outside.

the man skidded up to them on his knees, rattling a box. “we can’t get any breaks in this place,” vinnie let out a deep breath.

y/n was laughing, pulling vinnie across the way to the exorcist maze. “you’re fine, my love.”

“after this can we go on a ride? like jurassic world? we haven’t been on it since my birthday,” vinnie persuaded.

“sure, vin. i’ll give the big baby a break,” she teased.

-

after the couple both screamed their asses off at the exorcist, they took the relaxing trip on the jurassic world boat ride.

“much better,” vinnie nodded, holding y/n’s hand as the boat slowly ascended up the giant hill.

“if i get drenched you’re giving me your jacket,” y/n said, leaning in close to her boyfriend (acting as if he could shield her).

“yes ma’am.”

“i do love this ride, though. i love dinosaurs,” y/n said, looking around at all the dinosaur animatronics.

“oh shit, this is the drop,” vinnie said, trying to cover both himself and y/n from the 84 feet drop.

the boat filled with screams as it came crashing into the water. surprisingly, the teenagers didn’t get that wet.

“okay, now let’s do the mummy and then we can get a giant donut and get the fuck out of here,” vinnie said.

y/n nodded. “i also wanna get another butterbeer before we leave! and if we have time, ride harry potter and the forbidden journey. oh, and also stop at honeydukes and-“

“you’re such a nerd,” vinnie teased as they got in line for revenge of the mummy.

“shut the hell up,” y/n grinned, running her hands up and down vinnie’s tattooed arms.

-

after the mummy, vinnie purchased two giant donuts from springfield. they maneuvered their way back into hogsmeade, to which y/n dragged him onto the harry potter ride.

and the end of the night (and a few more photos later), the happy couple walked into citywalk with aching feet and three bags of goodies.

“i wasn’t expecting to spend $200 on shit tonight,” vinnie joked.

y/n grinned. “it’s not shit! all this stuff is essential- look we have matching pygmy puffs for our room!” y/n referred to vinnie’s pink stuffed animal and her own purple one.

vinnie wrapped his arm around y/n, sipping on his butterbeer before kissing her temple. “you’re my favorite nerd.”

“shut up, don’t act like you’re not as equally a dork,” she teased.

vinnie grinned. “love you, y/n.”

“love you too, dork.”

[erodasfishtacos]

Take a Hike

Prompt: When Harry and Y/N take the baby for a hike and end up being followed by fans.

word count: 2.2 k

contains: language, sexual content

Harry was furious. He just wanted to go on a hike  - like a normal family on a warm June day in a beautiful foreign country.

You were currently in Madrid - on Harry’s European leg of the tour.

While Harry had been doing press - you and Sasha had taken to the hotel pool where she could splash and enjoy the water all day.

It wasn’t without a eagle-eyed security guard who lurked in the background for shady characters and overzealous fans.

Fans - they wanted picture with you because you were Harry Styles’ wife. Not inherently famous on your own.

It was a bit odd, but you didn’t mind occasionally stopping to snap a pic with a excited fans. 

However, when you and Harry were out with the baby - it was completely off limits. Neither Harry nor you would stop for fans and paparazzi if you were toting around your little love.

She didn’t like the crowds and shouts that came along with swarms of people. She would slap her little hands over her ears, dig her face into her parent’s neck, and whimper.

Harry had always been protective of you when it came to these situations. One of the major downfalls of being so famous.

Harry had nearly gotten arrested when a clumsy pap had nearly push you over while you were eight months along. 

**

You and Harry had loaded up all the necessities for the five-mile hike on one of the trails right outside the city.

Sasha had a generous amount of sunscreen on and a little hat to protect her face. She refused to wear the sunglasses.

Harry had a pack for her - so you helped him load your two-year-old onto his back. He knew it was going to ache like a motherfucker but she was a bit too heavy for you. You opted for the backpack with everything in it.

The trail was semi-busy. Both of you donned sunglasses and hats to attempt to disguise yourselves a little bit.

Harry had even pulled on a hoodie - despite the heat - to cover his very recognizable tattoos.

You made it the two and a half miles in without any interruptions. 

Sasha falling asleep halfway through the trek with her cheek smushed against her father’s shoulder blade.

You snapped a few pictures in front of the waterfalls and beautiful rock structures. But you had decided not to wake your daughter from her nap.

You and Harry had taken an obligatory kissing selfie that would likely be your new Lock Screen. 

You both had made the mistake of taking off your sunglasses for the picture because you can hear muted whispers from other tourists.

“Is that fucking Harry Styles?”

“Yes. Oh my god! That’s his wife and baby!”

“Snap a video, Emilia!”

Harry’s noticeable tenses as he slides his sunglasses back onto his nose. Protective papa bear was in full-force around strangers who knew who he was.

The most important thing in Harry’s mind was his family’s safety.

“Let’s go, lovie,” Harry murmurs softly. His British accent surely giving him away if they heard it.

You nod anxiously - pointedly not making eye contact with the fans and small group that was gathering.

As you begin the journey back down the small mountain - you notice the group trailing behind you. Following you guys.

Jaw clenched, you want to scream at them to stop taking pictures of your sleeping baby. But you attempt to keep your cool.

It wasn’t more than ten teenage girls but it didn’t really matter who it was.

The girls are getting louder, more excited. When one of them squeals in joy of seeing her celebrity crush - who she had ticket for his concert tomorrow as did the rest of the group.

The noise startles the curly-haired baby on Harry’s back awake. She immediately starts crying - her hands coming to grip frantically in her fathers matching curls.

“Daddy,” Sasha sobs, grabbing at him as the girls keep snapping pictures and cooing.

Harry’s face is stone - attempting to keep his anger at bay. He was about to lose his shit and you couldn’t blame him.

He couldn’t always treat people with kindness.

“Down, want down,” she lisps, no longer wanting to be confined in her pack. It was also most likely time for a diaper change.

“Not right now, sweetheart. Please be good for mumma and I,” Harry rasps, reaching back to give her leg a comforting pat.

You look at your husband, “Please - let’s just try to make it out of here as soon as possible.”

Harry sighs, “I’m sorry, love.”

You brush his shoulder lightly, “it isn’t your fault people act this way. I just can’t stand when this happens around her.”

Harry’s slight smile from your reassurance turns into a glare when he realizes the nosy fans were trying to talk to his upset baby - who notably did not like strangers.

He’s quick to unstrap the toddler and shuffle her into your arms. You cradle her and turn you back away from the group. 

“Mumma, no cameras,” she whines, her words a little jumbled but you understood.

“I know, baby. Daddy’s going to take care of it,” you coo assuringly. Her fingers finding their way into her mouth to soothe her.

Harry slides her carrier off his shoulders and tosses it next to your feet. He’s trailing over to the jumpy, overly-excited fans.

“Listen,” he states firmly, speaking loudly over their giggles, “y’need to stop following us and takin’ pictures. You’re scaring our baby.”

They chatter a bit, begging from picture and then they promise they’ll leave us alone.

“Absolutely not,” Harry states, trying to stay level headed with these immature teens who adored him.

With that, he’s headed back to you guys. The girls shouting unflattering things at him like “asshole” and “douchebag.”

He decided to ignore it and quickly allows you to strap the baby back into her carrier. His eyes study your face to make sure you’re alright and you give him a calm smile, squeezing at his bicep.

—- 

The girls trailed off after a few more minutes of following us. Harry hummed and sang a few nursery rhymes to Sasha to keep her calm but she was still fussy.

Back the hotel, Sasha was freshly bathed and laid down for a nap in the second bedroom. A baby monitor sat on the bathroom countertop as you two showered off the sweat and dirt.

Harry was still upset about the incident so you decided upon a good cuddle in a warm shower. His cheek was rested in the top of you head and his arms holding you to his wet chest.

“Just want to be normal - for one fuckin’ day,” he huffs with frustration.

“We had a totally normal, fun hike. It wasn’t ruined, I promise. It’s our reality so they’re is no use in being upset about it.”

Harry loved how level-headed you were to balance out his irrational, impulsive feelings and actions.

“You’re t’good to me, I love you.”

“At the end of the day, I knew what I was signing up for when you and I got married. I also knew when we had Sasha that paparazzi would still hound you.”

“Didn’t sign up to be harassed constantly though. I just feel so bad about it sometimes. It scares Sasha and it makes me feel like a bad father.”

You knew he was about to throw himself into a downward spiral if you didn’t distract him. 

“You know what else I signed up for when I married you?” I murmur into his neck, letting my lips ghost over his hammering pulse.

“Wha’s that?” He asks genuinely, a little slow on the uptake because of how deep in thought he was.

“That you would fuck me whenever I wanted,” you nearly purr, landing a not-so-gentle nip to the vein protruding on his neck.

“Is tha’ right? Put a ring on your finger and now I gotta give you my cock whenever you please?” He grunts at your teeth pinching his sensitive skin.

It’s amazing how it takes little to no effort to get this man in the mood.

“Mmm, if you want to be a good, dutiful husband,” you taunt - knowing he’ll take the bait.

“Am I not a good husband, pet? I fuck you any chance you let me. Give it to you anytime time you wan’ it. You know that.”

His hand is tugging your thigh up roughly, making your centers align with delicious pressure as he slips right between your folds.

“Harry,” Y/N groans, your head falling down to watch where he’s teasingly grinding his cock against your entrance and clit.

“Want me t’put it in, love?” He drawls like he has all the time in the world. The water pelting on his back making him pink.

“Ple-please,” you choke out, nipples harden against his chest even in the warmth of the shower. Sensitive with every brush against his smooth pecs. 

“You know what else you signed up for when y’married me?” He asks, his voice as deep and smooth as honey.

“What?” I reply, whining each time he teases at pushing in.

“That when you beg for my prick - you’ll be a good girl and take it.” 

With that, he’s thrusting up into you with full force. His sharp hipbones meeting the plushy, soft skin of yours.

“Ooh, oh fuck,” Y/N gasps, wrapping an arm around his neck as he presses brushing marks into your thigh where he’s holding you for leverage.

“C’mon, you can take it,” your husband goads, relentlessly hitting the spot that send licks of flames of your spine.

Your legs are feeling weak with how hard he’s pounding into you. He is so intuned with your body that he moves his hands to you backside.

He lifts you up easily, your legs wrapped around his waist, and his presses you back into the cold tile wall. 

He was so fucking good. How’d you manage to marry him? Unexplainable. 

“Am I good husband? Fuck you well enough?” He hisses against your open mouth as you pant heavily.

“So so good, H. Best husband ever,” you whimper, welcoming the friction from his pelvis against your swollen bud.

“Sweet girl,” he murmurs happily, “I think you deserve to come”

You throw your head back as he speeds up, fingers reaching to flick at your nerves - just on the right side of painful.

It’s just what you needed to climax. He always somehow knew what you needed. His fingers are consistent as he lets you ride it out.

It is only a few more rough thrusts before he’s cursing and coming as well. His hand grasping harshly at your jaw to bring you into a searing kiss.

“Never gonna get sick of watchin’ you come on my cock,” he chuckles, carefully placing your feet back on the ground but keeping a tight hold of your hips.

You lean in to give him a quick but meaningful kiss before going about cleaning your body again after the mess you two created. 

It takes a little longer than necessarily due to you constantly having to bat his wandering hands away from your body.

—-

It dark out now, the city of Madrid illuminated through the large windows of the high-rise hotel.

Sasha was exhausted after the hike and full day at the pool - despite napping twice. She was always out like a light around eight-thirty

You were tightly tucked into Harry’s side, head resting on his shoulder. Your eyes becoming bleary from drowsiness. 

Your toddler was sprawled out on Harry’s chest, fast asleep with one of your husband’s large hands resting on her back. 

Harry was scrolling aimlessly through his phone when he chuckle softly, handing you his mobile to see what was on the screen.

It was a video-recording of an Instagram Live. 

The video forwarded by Jeff. The volume low to not disturb your daughter.

It was a teenager girl who looks unpleasantly familiar.

“Um - yeah. So we saw him and we were hiking freaking out. ‘Cause like we’re going to his concert tomorrow.”

Then girls eyes flick to the commenters to answer questions.

“He had his baby. His wife was there too.”

“No, so he was so unfriendly! He flipped out because we wanted an autograph!”

The girl was mimicking Harry’s thick accent, “when we asked for a picture - he legit said ‘absolutely not.’”

I shake my head at the girl’s antics, “how dare you not take a photo. You’re such a dick.” You tease.

Harry smirks, taking the phone back and tossing it on the cushion. His hand rubbing gentle circles on his sleepy baby.

“None of tha’ matters,” Harry says softly, “I don’t care what anybody but you thinks ‘bout me. At the end of the day, as long as I have you and the bab - I’ll be happy.”

[4dtk]

hi!!! are you taking smut requests? ignore this if you dont but if you are, can i request morning sex with mark?

nectar (mark)

warnings/tags: irl porn at the end for visualisation, blowjob, cum swallowing, riding, unprotected sex, pwp, brief face-sitting

word count: 1.9k

a/n: sure anon <3, this is for fem!reader btw. link at the end contains irl porn pleaaase don't click unless you're comfortable!

NSFW UNDER THE CUT, MINORS DNI!

“oh man… he’s knocked out cold,” you mumble, squinting at the bright light seeping in through the windows. it baths the room in warmth perfectly, providing that gentle caress of apollo in the messy room that you could half call your home at this point. like the complicated wires of his recording software bundled up at the corner, you were entangled tightly with mark’s complicated life as an idol, having had met the man at a concert where the group’s lightstick hit you in the face, hard.

it had become a running joke ever since you’ve been coming over to the dorms more and more, even getting you a celebratory cake that said please don’t injure her again when mark had finally confessed after months of pestering from the members. johnny had whispered to you that maybe you could finally get your revenge by slamming mark’s face into the cake.

giggling quietly at the memory from two years ago, you’re finally met with mark’s peaceful face, deep in slumber. the sun hardly touches him, blocked by your body as you propped your upper body up with an elbow. he looks so beautiful, so so divine that you can’t help but trail a hand over his covered body, blanket up to his neck since he gets cold easily.

“mmhm…” he mumbles, albeit still unconscious with the slightest knit of his eyebrows. you’re on high alert with that expression, observing him for a few seconds more if he really did happen to have a bad dream. his breaths seem to be laboured, irregular and needy that you catch on without fail. while you readjust yourself under the covers, your knee brushes against his centre to test the waters while your eyes drink in the furrowing of his eyebrows and shaky breathless whimpers he lets out.

“oh. so it’s that kind of dream,” a smirk is plastered on your face, frequenting the contact of your knee against his crotch as you rub him through the fabric. mark thrashes in the sheets below you, obvious that your movements are only fuelling the nasty, dirty fantasy he’s having in his sleep. with a hand, it slips inside his shorts to squeeze the bulge, adding and removing pressure that mark straight up ruts into your hand.

“a..ahn… (y/n)…” he mumbles out, digging his face deeper into the pillow with a tense to his muscles, on edge like intense dance practices and when mark’s just striving to make you cum behind closed doors. right now, you smile to yourself with the tables turned, speeding up your hand. the covers are thrown off of you and you take the chance to see how much he’s making a mess through the underwear, hips shimmying out of the loose sweatpants to chase the tempting touch of your skin on his dick.

you’re so zoned in on the sight that you don’t realise mark’s already awoken, the scrunch on his face displaying the mix of immense pleasure and the annoying headache he’s feeling due to a hangover. like a vice, your hand tightens around his hardening cock that it draws a long moan out of him and you have to bite your lip from concealing your own. the other fists the bedsheets, finger tapping against the cotton; a habit you noticed he does when he's close.

"ack!" you exclaim when mark takes over, meeting his familiar dick as he fishes it out of his underwear, now fully rock hard with beads of pre-cum leaking from its tip. the idol wastes no time in forcing your mouth on him, smiling when it's thrusted so deep that it touches the back of your throat; you gag uncomfortably but recover rather quickly, humming around his length. the warmness of your mouth mimics your pussy so good, and mark can't help but continue the bucking of his hips.

it reminds mark of the countless many sessions he's had with you, hot and heavy in the recording studio as you fucked ruthlessly in the soundproof toilet. shivering and toe-curling on the vibrating washing machine, stimulating your clit while mark hit it from the back. maybe mark's checking off all the boxes, because the way your eyes look up at him at half-mast, desire swirling in your eyes, sinks him into a trance. the gentle whisper of sun rays paint your body like a renaissance painting, splayed over his legs and the remainder of the duvet covers. maybe this is the check box that marks the time where he lazily fucks into you as you struggle to hold in your moans, voice raspy from the morning.

likewise, the thought of mark's cock in you makes you shift uncomfortably, the wet patch on your underwear undeniably growing by the minute with your core pulsating and throbbing. his hands hold your head in place, fingers carding through your locks laced with possibly last night's drunken sweat. they pull back your hair, creating a small ponytail while you tease the tip with your tongue and lick a stripe up his shaft. the sounds you make with your mouth could rival the ones you're making with your fingers on your core, moaning the slurping up his pre-cum that has his length twitching.

"y-yes... oh fuuuck, (y/n)..." his head is thrown back as your bob your head, trailing your hands over his torso where you can feel the contraction and expansion of his ribs. it doesn't take long for mark to cum, hips halting its movements for a second to pump your mouth full of his seed. a smile breaks through when you cringe at the taste, but he's sure you don't mind it since you've done it many times before. "c'mere, angel."

the name makes you grin, getting off the comfort of his thighs to let him taste himself, indulging in a short kiss before mark takes the chance to tug at your shorts. he thumbs it down without effort, coming right off your bottom half as you manoeuvre from knee to knee to let the man take it off.

mark whistles lowly at how soaked you are, a lazy, boyish grin taking over his features as his fingers slip between your folds. they shamelessly leak more juices when mark's digits make contact with your clit, already clenching over cock that you haven't even received. slowly, they trickle down the expanse of his hand and your thighs, a lone string of arousal connecting from your cunt to the tip of his finger.

"so wet, so early in the morning," mark giggles, mirroring your earlier action as he prods at your mouth with those fingers. you taste yourself on him, suckling and licking around them like you just did to his length. "i'll fit right in, won't i?"

you make a noise of approval before grabbing his dick, inching it into you gently and gradually. mark bottoms out and you mewl, shivering at how deep he's in you without any effort before grinding down on him. the little tufts of hair on his skin brush against your sensitive spots near your folds that make the pleasure all the better, and you have to brace yourself with both hands on his chest.

"feel good, honey?" mark's found clarity in his voice now, voice dripping exactly like the pet name while you continued to get used to the seemingly growing erection in you. with eyes closed from both the pleasure and the increasing brightness of a new day, your hips move on their own accord, moving up and down his dick at a slow pace.

"'s good, mark," you babble, instantly speeding up your ministrations. his cock splits you open so good even if you aren't going at your usual pace, choking out mixes of moans and whimpers along with the sounds of your ass descending on his dick.

"you're so d-deep, mark! ooh, hhnn..." your arms are ready to give out, opting instead to lay on his chest with a small pound me leaving your lips. your arms go around him to clutch at the headboard, the sudden snap of mark's hips elicits a dramatic gasp from you. he's filling you up to the brim, and the groan in your ear shows the similar feeling that mark's experiencing.

mark takes your order to heart, the force of his hips continuing their assault on your poor, poor pussy so early in the morning. "babe, you're so- fucking- t-tight, holy shit!" a breathless laugh, a hand to your ass, butterfly kisses along your collarbone, everything else is forgotten except for those few things that dance around in your mind.

"faster, deeper, please...!"

his chuckle is interrupted by a groan, "i'm at my fastest, baby. i did go all out for our last concert yesterday."

the squelching sounds coming from between your legs make you cry out, drool dripping down the sides at your mouth as mark takes up more of your mind. mark, mark, mark falls from your lips repeatedly as he rocks in and out,

"you-" a soft, delirious giggle escapes you at mark's reference to the concert yesterday.

"no words, huh? maybe i should fuck you till you're babbling nonsense," the lack of response makes mark smile against your skin, mouth latching onto your neck.

with the little tap of his finger against your ass and the falter of his thrusts, you know he's close to reaching his peak. his sloppy movements still bring out the worst in you, either way, moans increasing tenfold as his cock continues to impale you. you hold onto his bicep for life, body rocking deliciously against his.

you're so warm, both inside and out, forehead already producing beads of sweat as your hot cavern clenches around his shaft repeatedly. mark pounds into your pussy relentlessly, brushing up against that spot that makes your body convulse before you're gushing and cumming around him, juices leaking non-stop onto the sheets while the knot continues to be undone.

"ahnn- mark! maaark..." the drawl of his name makes the other's eyes roll back in pleasure, not giving you the chance to recover as he pulls his cock out of you. there's an endless trail of profanities leaving his mouth while he pumps out the last bit of restraint out of him, finally letting go on his stomach when he looks at your spasming body, pussy dripping with both your juices.

his cock spurts out hot, white cum, staining his stomach before he lets out a satisfying whine and other breathless words that you can't catch on to. you swipe up his seed with your finger, dipping it into your mouth like dessert that you hum around it.

"i guess i won't need breakfast for a while," you joke, clenching your thighs together to prevent the further dirtying of your sheets. you did change it a week ago...

"ah. no no, don't close 'em," mark beckons you closer with his finger, "i won't need breakfast, either."

you know what's in store for you when the other licks his lips, a sick grin appearing on his face. and when you finally take your rightful place on his face, you find that you'll never get tired of mark's tongue laid flat against your soaking cunt, lapping all that you can offer that mark describes tastes like honey, like nectar. you tell him he's lying, but who are you to judge the words of someone who eats you out so good?

one day, you'll be convinced, but for now, you're fine with accepting the embarrassing compliments from mark, since he's the only one that makes your pussy flutter like a little slut.

(it's irl porn, please please don't click unless you're comfortable) how i imagine mark would fuck you <3

[bluemusickid]

Ok so I have been this fantasy about Chris Evans lately... the reader and he are friends and Chris has a girlfriend but she’s not satisfying him in the bedroom and you guys get a little tipsy one night and you end up making all his naughty dreams a reality... and there will be lots of dirty talk like, “she can’t make you feel like this... or does her mouth feel as good as my mouth does, etc”... I need you to work your smutty magic on this one! Could be for any of his characters too! Whatever you’d prefer! ❤️

As much as I abhor cheating........this is a sexy one. Thanks for this one, nonnie!!

Pairing:  Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+, SMUT, SMUUT, NSFW, minors DNI, drunk sex, dubcon (if you squint).

A/N: wHEW, this one was a toughie. I wanted to draw the line somewhere lol, but oh well. Hope you like it! MINORS PLS DNI. Not beta’ed, all mistakes are my own. You are responsible for your media consumption. Dividers by @firefly-graphics.

This is my entry to my own challenge (lol). The colour I have chosen is red, which symbolises passion, danger, excitement. <3

You took a swig from your bottle, grimacing at the bitter taste, the sight in front of you even more bitter than the drink itself. It would have to be your worst luck that Andy Barber was here at the party, but his girlfriend as well? Killed you.

It was especially worse since you had a humongous crush on him, which didn’t seem to go away, no matter how hard you tried. It was even worse that you had to act normal around him at work, for fear of being mocked or ridiculed by your coworkers.

Andy Barber had completely encompassed your world and was a part of every waking moment. You watched him get tipsier as time passed, dancing around with his friends, his girl not leaving his side even once. If looks could kill, she’d be dead by now.

Deciding that you needed some air, you stepped out, only faltering a bit as the alcohol was steadily making itself known. Trying to light a cigarette, you heard a few voices from the garage. Your good manners were screaming at you not to eavesdrop, but you couldn’t help it. The liquid courage was winning over.

“So she doesn’t go down on you?” a voice asked. You raised your eyebrows at the question.

“Uh..” you heard the answering voice sigh, followed by a nervous chuckle. Oh my gosh it was Andy. You waited with bated breath for his answer, not knowing what to expect.

"I mean we're happy with each other, she's a great girl, very kind and she's great with Jacob. But there's just no spark." He trailed off, slurring a bit at the end.

You didn't know what to feel about this little tidbit you heard; your brain was telling you that it was wrong to feel good but your senses, your mind was in jubilation. You scuttled off inside before you were caught, this new piece of information even more intoxicating than the alcohol.

You stumbled your way into a bedroom, trying desperately to find a washroom. Why was this place so goddamn big? You mused, relieving yourself, the earlier conversation playing in your head on loop. Shaking yourself mentally, you realised there was nothing you could do about it.

Stepping out, you nearly fell as you bumped into something, your foot getting caught in the doorframe. Strong arms grab onto your biceps, steadying you as you managed to straighten yourself. You looked up to thank the stranger, instead finding yourself looking into the eyes of your dream man.

"Are you ok?" He muttered, his voice soft against your ears. You inhaled sharply, your core tightening in response.

"I am now that you're here." You rasped, unsure of the words coming out of your mouth. Did you just say that? You had no game, generally.

He chuckled, tucking your hair behind your ear. "Who are you and what have you done with my sweet, innocent coworker?"

Mesmerized, you gaze at him in wonder. "Who said anything about me being innocent? I'm not a goody two shoes, I'm different." He looked at you, mildly amused. "Oh yeah? What makes you different?"

"Well, for starters, I know how to go down on my man." You whispered in his ear, moving past him, your hip brushing against his.

You had no time to register when he grabbed your wrist and pulled you to him, his chest colliding against your back. You gasped, turning around to face him, annoyance etched on his face. “What did you say?” he growled, his breath fanning your face.

Smirking, you ran your fingers through his hair, smoothing the crinkle between his eyebrows. “The walls have ears too, you know.” you murmured, stepping closer to him. The rough material of his pants was grazing your thigh, your core throbbing with need now.

Running a finger down his torso, you stopped at the button of his jeans, looking into his eyes, wanting some reaction. Silently, you softly palmed him through his jeans, revelling in the sharp intake of his breath. You looked up at him, for permission to continue, acceptance slowly seeping into his eyes.

Undoing his zipper, you graze your fingers over his boxers, the tent in his underwear causing your core to clench. 

“Can she get you this hard with just one touch?" You softly whispered, running your nose along his. He closed his eyes, his palms closing into a fist. You could feel him mentally warring with his emotions, his body betraying him.

You entangled your lips with his, tugging on his lower lip, as you pulled down his underwear. "I bet she can't do this."

You ran your tongue in one single strip along his length, the tip of your tongue circling around the tip of his member. He moaned softly, his hands undulating, as he tried to stop himself from burying them into your hair. Grinning salaciously, you said, "Answer me, Andy. Can she?"

He gulped, his mouth thinning into a line. "No." He muttered, through gritted teeth. That's just what you wanted to hear. And so you began your amorous assault, taking him in your mouth till he was buried to the hilt. You swirled your tongue, letting your underside work his length. He groaned, his hands finally making their way into your hair, his resolve now fully broken. Bobbing your head around his length, you could feel him slowly thrusting deeper into your mouth.

Suddenly, he pulled you up, throwing you over his shoulder and dropping you unceremoniously onto the bed. Stunned, you were about to retort, but were cut off by his insistent lips. Gathering your wrists in one hand, he tried to tug off your panties, his impatience winning over as he tore them off, the material dangling limply from one of your legs. He circled your nub, his need to be within you ebbing steadily.

Bracing himself on his arms, his fingers locking with yours, he thrust into you in one move, leaving you breathless. His eyes trained onto you, seeing every emotion on your face, spurred him on, as he pounded into you. There was no other way to describe it except frantic coupling. Crossing your ankles, you pushed him deeper, the new angle hitting your front wall, your thighs quivering from the sensory overload. "This is what you wanted, isn't it? To be fucked thoroughly, like a whore?". You gasped, unable to form coherent thoughts, the depth and intensity in his eyes scaring you a bit. "Drop the act, sweetheart. I've seen you in office, swaying those fuckin' hips, batting your eyelashes. Don't act like you didn't want my cock in your pretty pussy, fucking you till you wept."

His words made you feel ashamed but in the deepest, darkest part of your heart, they turned you on like nothing else. They fed your libido, which was already wound tightly around his manhood. This man had you wound around his pinky, but you didn't mind. If that was the cost you had to pay to make him yours, you would pay it.

Pushing your legs up, he let go of your hands to caress your swollen bud. You screamed as the new position left you seeing stars, your legs nearly losing sensation, a warmth seeping through your body. Your silky walls grasped him tightly, to the point where you became one, as he shouted his release. Pulling out, he panted as he glanced at the sight in front of him; your overstimulated lips swollen and wet, messy from your intermingling fluids. He cleaned you up with a wet washcloth as you dozed, leaving as quietly as he could.

You woke up after some time, your limbs and pussy sore, you relishing the ache. You didn't see Andy anywhere, but you did see your clothes neatly kept in a pile at the foot of the bed. You were just about to reach for them when your phone dinged with a message alert. Bemused, you checked and saw it was from Andy.

"See you in office, sweetheart. P.S. Wear a skirt. Don't be late."

Part 2

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[hollandsmushroom]

Okay well this is me requesting the bench press fix blurb whatever it is lol, I don’t mind if there’s no smut, up to you and how you feel while writing it, thanks!

Both Fucking Bench Press || T.H.

Warnings: 18+ SMUT, 69, filthy, cum eating(obvi), oral both fem and masc receiving

Word Count: 1650

A/n: Third installment of my accidental series about Y/n and readers at home gym debauchery, I don't know how this came to be but you guys seemed to love it so I hope you like this one just as well. It isn't necessary to read these but this is part 1 and 2: Mouth Fucking Pushups Mother Fucking Squats

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At this point you and Tom should have learned that you are incapable of working out together, it was always gonna end up with pants on the floor and cum smeared faces but you let that slip your mind as you both made your way down to the in home gym, preparing for your respective workout routines. You knew it wasn’t going to end with you both having completed your planned activities but you also knew that it was going to end with you having had some form of work out, a much more pleasurable one than you had mapped out.

You wished that you could have held out longer than you did, laying on the floor trying to focus more on the burn in your abs than the soft grunts of exertion that were leaving Tom’s perfect lips but your attempts were useless, back falling onto the padded floor one final time and bending your neck backwards, catching a glimpse of Tom over your shoulder, your eyes able to see directly up the leg of his loose fitting workout shorts. You could see all the way to the swell of his peachy bum and where the hair on his legs got thicker as it hit around the base of his dick. Your mind wandered as you noted this, why wasn’t he wearing boxers?

You pushed up from where you had lain, standing up and moving towards Tom, swinging one leg over his waist and bracketing Tom’s hips with your knees, your cunt hovering just above his apparently already hard cock. Tom’s eyes widened at your sudden presence but didn’t question it, racking up the bar and eyeing your finger as it scratched its way down his chest tantalizingly slow. His sore hand grabbed your wrist gently, bringing it to his lips and placing a soft kiss to the flesh just over where he could feel your heartbeat.

“What are you doing, love?” Tom muttered, eyes you through the shade of his interwoven lashes.

“Wondering” your response was short, prompting a raised eyebrow and a nip at your skin.

“What are you wondering?” you shook your hand free of Tom’s gentle grip, going to squeeze his flexed muscle as you leaned forward, lips dancing like a flame near his own as you uttered your inquiry.

“Could my superhero boyfriend bench press me?” your eyes were locked with his as you spoke but flickered downwards as finished, watching how his lip became entrapped between his teeth, a wicked grin over taking his face as his hands trailed down your sides, gripping into your hips and picking you up. Tom’s biceps flexed deliciously as he hoisted you up above him, pressing you up so your abdomen was above his face, shirt loosening and exposing the sweaty skin to his eager eyes. He had been watching you, you just didn’t realize, like before when he had placed himself between your legs and the moment devolved in your cunt smearing across his face.

“He most definitely can” Tom growled, unlocking the joint of his elbow and letting you lower towards his face, your legs straightened out so you didn’t fall off of his flattened palms as he pressed you back up again.

“Holy fuck” the words slipped past you lips on instinct, in pure awe of your partners strength, the exhibition of his power sending a heat to the plush between your legs, hieghtening the sensation of your heartbeat in you finger tips as you held them out, head ducked down to be able to witness the strain and tensing of Tom’s bicep, loving how if moved under his taught tan skin.

“Holy fuck is right” Tom uttered and you heard the swish of his unfitted workout shorts, drawing your eyes to the prominent bulge that laid beneath the breathable fabric, bringing your mind back to the glimpse of him that you saw earlier from your position of the floor.

“You’re hard” you didn’t realize the words were coming out of your mouth until you heard Tom chuckle, legs shifting with anticipation and need.

“Uh, yeah, I um, yeah” Tom choked on his words, the rare spark of anxiety burning in his chest as if you hadn’t rode his face and he hadn’t fucked your mouth in the last month.

“I’m soaking” you muttered in assurance, an appeal to help douse the flame of insecurity that your boyfriend seemed to be fueling and it seemed to snap him right out of it, his eyes widening immediately.

“Yeah?” the tone of his voice had completely changed, and shred of doubt dissipating entirely as he twisted your body above his, spinning you like a baton as if it was the easiest thing in the world ceasing as your bodies laid parallel, pointing in opposite directions. “Let me see” the sly syllables trailed past his lips as he brought you down, your knees instinctively bending and resting on the work out bench so that your knees bracketed Tom’s face.

Tom’s cock was in your face, trapped beneath the constraining fabric of his shorts, an alluring sight that had your mouth watering instantly. You pressed one hand into the cushioned bench, using your other hand to cup his cock, his length practically jumped at your touch. A shiver etched its way down your spine as Tom’s fingers curled into the hem of your pants, tugging down at the tight fabric, your panties coming with, as he exposed your core to himself, and your description was apt, you were soaking.

“Fuck, baby, you’re not just soaking your dripping” his hands massaged yoru ass cheeks as he pulled you down close to his facd, close enough that his tongue was able to swipe through your folds and gather your arousal in his tongue, the taste earning a hum from the depths of his chest. A strangled moan escaped your mouth and Tom joined in, the sensation forcing your hand to tighten around his hard on.

“Tommy, are we-” you stopped, choking on the fact that Tom’s lips were now wrapped around your bundle of nerves, sucking as he let kitten licks press through his pout. “Are we going to do this?” you were finally able to get out, your hand shaking as pleasure coursed through your veins, fingers slipping underneath the fabric and near Tom’s heated cock, pulling down the waistband till it was resting beneath Tom’s balls.

“I thought we already were,” he mumbled, his face still buried in your cunt as he traced your folds with the flexed tip of his tongue. You smiled widely as you listened to Tom’s words, leaning down and taking Tom’s leaking tip into your mouth, the salty taste of precum blooming across your taste buds as you began to suck intently. Your actions made Tom moan loudly into your cunt, jaw opening wide and sending the humming sensation through your cunt. His cock was heavy on your tongue, the weightiness of emboldened and libido flushed flesh. You were both devolving into moaning messes, spit and arousal dripping mouth and cunt alike, an exchange of the most animalistic kind, and it was burning its way through you. The fact that when you bent your head just right, licking at the side of his cock with intensity, you could watch Tom eat you from between your bodies was exciting and intensifying every freeling your body was experiencing.

Tom dragged his tongue from your clits, swirling the taught muscle downwards till it drew circles of your spasming entrance, teasing the hole as he dipped into it slowly. He rocked his head as he did so, pressing the crook of his nose to your clit but it wasn’t enough to satiate him, he needed more, yearning to drown between your thighs. His hands snaked their way around your thighs, pulling you down towards him as he pressed down on the rounds of your ass. The pressure on your clit eased the pain of desire and fed the flames of your orgasm that were dancing in your lower abdomen.

“Tommy!” you whimpered, pulling off of his cock just enough to be able to moan out his name, a warning that you were close and you knew that he was as well purely by the way he was humming into your cunt and how his cock was twitching in front of your face.

“Me too baby, let go” he assured, as you took his cock back into your mouth you felt the world shatter around you, the only real feeling was that of Tom’s tongue and his dick in your mouth, sliding in and out as you somehow managed to maintain the movement even through the mind bending pleasure. You both came hard, your juices being lapped up as Tom continued to relentlessly lick, your mouth filling with cum as hot white strings painted the inside of your mouth, the salty tang grounding you from slipping off into a pleasure induced haze.

Eventually you had both drained yourselves, no energy left in your euphoric bodies as you somehow ended up on the floor of the room. Your chin pressed into Tom’s pec as you looked up at him with largely dilated pupils and he looked back at you with the same.

“I don’t think we can work out together anymore, Tommy” you muttered, your fingers tracing indiscernible patterns across his heaving chest.

“What? Why?” Tom asked, his arms wrapping around your shoulder and pulling you closer to him.

“Well it never really ends up with us working out” you tried to remind him.

“But doesn’t it though? Cause I feel like I worked out and your legs are still shaking like you squatted 1000 pounds, so I actually think we should work out together more” Tom chuckled, pinching your side and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“You are insatiable” you poked him back.

“And you like it”

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[fickle-tiction]

Broody Brucie

"How is he?" Bruce asked as he rushed into the room, hair dripping wet and shirt sticking to his skin. He had been in the middle of taking a quick shower when Victor used the intercom to tell him Clark left the clean-up early. He had taken a faceful of spores from one of the pods Ivy had dropped during their battle, and was ordered back to the Manor stat. Idiot. Bruce always told him to leave that kind of thing to the hazmat teams, but noooo Mr. Immunity just had to help out every time.

"Oh, this is going to be interesting." Diana murmured, eyes sparkling as she caught sight of Bruce.

Bruce opened his mouth to ask again if Clark was alright, but instead he let out a muffled grunt when Clark slammed into him.

"Bruce!!" Clark yelled, tackling his friend. He kept his arms wrapped tight around Bruce as he hovered in the air, using their momentum to spin them in a couple of lazy circles. The rest of the team were drawing closer, watching their resident grump get spun around by a literal ray of sunshine.

"Where have you been?" Clark demanded, landing them back on their feet and holding onto Bruce's biceps.

Bruce might not speak much, but he was rarely at a loss for words. "....In the shower." He said slowly, eyeing the rest of his team to try and glean what exactly was going on. Diana's eyes were sparkling and she looked relaxed, which Bruce took to mean whatever those spores were they hadn't harmed Clark.

"He's been asking about you nonstop since he got back." Arthur looked like a kid of Christmas morning, and that couldn't possibly mean anything good for Bruce.

"OH!" Clark caught Bruce off-guard with his loud exclamation, and Bruce actually flinched back before he could stop himself. "That explains this." Clark had the audacity to reach up and tousle Bruce's wet hair, sending water droplets flying.

Bruce let out a low growl, ready to tell Clark off-Ivy's spores be damned. Clark took no notice of his impending demise.

"Let me take care of that for you."

Bruce realized what was about to happen too late. Clark took a deep inhale and blew a stream of warm air from Bruce's head down to his bare feet. His hair, skin, and clothes were dry in an instant.

"What is going on?" Bruce directed his question at Victor. He seemed to be his best bet for getting a straight answer. Arthur had his phone out and was taking video. Barry's face was red from trying not to laugh, and Diana was openly laughing at them.

"I ran some tests on a sample of the spores Clark inhaled." Clark giggled at that, drawing Bruce's attention away from Victor for a moment. Oh boy. "It's a good thing Clark took the brunt of it instead of the clean-up crew. They would have been lethal to a human, but Clark's perfectly fine. They've just made him...well.."

"Bruce." Clark took that moment to lean in close to Bruce's ear and hiss into it. Of course, he was still speaking at a normal volume and Bruce just barely stopped himself from flinching backwards again. "Bruce, I think I'm drunk."

Barry snorted at that, slapping a hand over his mouth so no other sound could escape.

Bruce took in this new information with a solemn face. "Right." He said, twitching his shoulder to dislodge Clark's hand. "Well, enjoy. I'll be in the cave." He spun to leave, and walked right into Clark's chest.

"Wait!" Clark exclaimed, once again grabbing Bruce by the biceps to stop him from going anywhere. "I've been waiting for you to get out of the shower forever. You can't leave! You just got here!"

Bruce purposefully did not glare at Clark's hands keeping him in place. Nor did he acknowledge the phone Arthur was pointing their way. Instead, he looked to Diana for help.

He did not receive any help.

"Yes, Bruce, he has been waiting for you for ever. You can not leave."

Oh, he was so going to get her back for this. Somehow.

"Clark." Bruce tried, addressing the 200 pound golden retriever preventing him from leaving the room. "I have to go run some tests and make sure there won't be any long-term effects from those spores.

"Oh, don't worry Bruce." Bruce knew he was doomed if Victor was grinning at him like that. "I already ran more tests than you could in the next week. It'll be out of his system in a few hours, and he'll be fine. He won't have so much as a hangover tomorrow."

"So you can stay!" Clark proclaimed, once again shooting up into the air and spinning them around three times. Bruce reflexively grabbed Clark's elbows, lips pressed tightly together when they landed for a second time.

"Quit being such a sourpuss." Diana said with a smirk.

"He's such a Broody Brucie." Oh, Bruce was going to kill Arthur for that one.

Clark barked out a laugh. "Broody Brucie." He cackled. "C'mon B, you have to admit it fits." He teased, seemingly immune to Bruce's glare. "C'mon Bruce." Clark cooed, smile getting bigger the more Bruce scowled. "Show us a smile. I know you can do it."

Bruce barely stopped himself from doing a full body shudder when Clark started pinching up and down his left side. He let out a low growl instead, abs tensing as he refused to react to the teasing touches.

"Oh, now that's an interesting idea." Diana's smile was predatory as she slowly advanced towards the two men. Barry looked torn between glee and horror as he watched the events unfold, and Arthur was laughing and filming everything on his phone. Victor was also recording, but he recorded everything that happened in this part of the manor.

"You really are drunk." Bruce said, breath hitching the smallest amount when Clark wiggled his fingers across his taut stomach. Clark froze, having clearly caught it. "Don't." Bruce growled, heart sinking as the smile on Clark's face grew ever wider.

"OhMyGod" Barry gasped, bouncing up and down on his toes. "Batman's ticklish. OhMyGod."

"I am n-hngh." Bruce cut himself off with a growl, catching Diana's hand in an iron grip. She had crept up behind him and goosed his side without him noticing. He was getting too comfortable around these people.

"This is the best day of my life." Arthur was smiling almost as big as Clark was.

"Who wants to hold him down for me?" Clark asked, crowding further into Bruce's space as his fingers itched to draw the unheard-of laughter from his friend.

The glare Bruce shot Barry had him backing away with his hands held out infront of himself.

"I need to watch from a good angle so I know where to get him later." Bruce was going to murder Arthur and no one would ever find the body.

"I guess that leaves me." Bruce had been holding Diana's wrist in a death grip, but now he suddenly found the tables had turned. Diana pulled Bruce's back against her chest and she crossed his arms over his chest and held his wrists in an iron grip.

"Diana." Bruce had meant to growl her name, but it sounded like a whine even to his own ears. He refused to acknowledge the heat he could feel creeping up his neck and into his cheeks.

"Oh, relax." Clark said, wiggling a single digit into the very top of Bruce's ribs and making him twitch. "It's not like Arthur can show anyone that video."

"Or tell anyone." Diana added, rubbing her face on the side of Bruce's neck and getting the biggest jump out of him yet. "How would he explain that he knows Bruce Wayne?"

"Yeah, I won't show anyone. I'll just use this information to torture you every chance I get." Arthur said happily.

"You're all terrible people--ClarkIfYouDon'tStopItRightNowISwearToFuck" Bruce grumbled, twitching away from the fingers now trying to wriggle their way under his crossed arms and into his armpits.

"You swear to fuck?" Clark giggled, digging into Bruce's ribs harder to try to get under his arms. "Was that a laugh!?" He asked, knowing full-well that it was.

"It couldn't be." Diana teased, deliberately dragging her lips over the skin of his neck and causing a full-body spasm. "Broody Brucie doesn't laugh. He's too suave and refined."

"Stop-calling me--th-hah-that." Bruce protested, grinding his teeth together to try and stop the laughter he could feel building in his throat.

"The sooner you laugh, the sooner this ends." Clark pointed out as he successfully slipped the tips of his fingers into Bruce's armpits.

"You're--all--children." Bruce's face broke out into a wide smile against his will as he tried to burrow backwards into Diana's body.

"Says the guy who dresses up as a bat every night." Barry was pretty sure Bruce would be too busy trying to get Clark and Diana back to kill him for his smart-ass comments.

Bruce was confident he could supress his laughter, despite the Joker-esque smile pulled across his face. His armpits really's weren't that ticklish, but being trapped in Diana's embrace was elevating the sensations. He could endure this. A few wiggles under his arms weren't going to crack him. No sir.

Naturally, that's when Diana attacked his neck with gentle nibbles.

Bruce let out an honest-to-God squeal. He couldn't even try to deny the sound that left his mouth as his shoulders flew up to try and protect the delicate skin of his neck.

"Holy shit." Clark laughed, drinking in the site of Bruce's face scrunched up with wild laughter.

"This. Is. Gold." Arthur laughed, coming to closer to get a better shot of Bruce's face.

"Dia-hahahahaha-Diana! Ple-hehehehe-please! Nononononono Not th-hehehehe-there!" Bruce's eyes were squeezed shut, and he was now trying to curl forward but Diana was holding his own arms crossed over his chest to stop him from doing so. He was well and truly stuck.

"I can't believe you've been keeping this from us, B." Clark wasn't sure Bruce could even hear him over his own laughter. "Where else are you ticklish?"

Diana stopped her torment so Bruce could answer. She thought she had been too rough when she saw how red his neck was, but then she realized it was his entire neck, ears, and cheeks and her heart melted. Bruce was blushing. She didn't think he was capable of that.

"I believe Clark asked you a question." Diana's tone was teasing, her chin resting on Bruce's shoulder so she was almost close enough to touch his neck again.

"I smiled." Bruce had managed to school his features back into a semblance of his trademark scowl again. "You got what you wan-eek." He was once again cut off with a squeak when Diana blew a raspberry into the side of his neck. He took it as the warning it was clearly intended to be. "I don't know. I don't!" He added at Clark's disbelieving face. "I didn't even know my neck was."

"No one's that ticklish without knowing it." Arthur was just asking for Bruce to murder him. He really was.

"It sounds like you're speaking from experience." Bruce pointed out. He felt hope soar in his chest when Clark perked up at that.

"It does, doesn't it?" Clark asked, spinning to face Arthur with a devilish grin.

"Hey, now." Arthur finally lowered his phone, smile dropping off of his face. "What happened to getting Bruce to smile?"

"He did." Clark said, blindly reaching back to wiggle his fingers over Bruce's neck. Naturally, he hit his target and got a simultaneous laugh and a protest. "Now it's your turn."

Arthur didn't make it two steps before Clark was wrapping him in a bear hug and frantically wiggling his fingers up and down his exposed sides.

"Victor, are you recording this?" Bruce asked, relaxing back into Diana's now loose embrace as he watched Arthur get taken down several pegs.

"Always."