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a/n: all aboard the sinner express!! this is shit AHAHAHHAHA ITS MY FIRST TIME WRITING FOR ALL 3 OF THEM IM SORRY but here you go babies,,merry christmas ;)

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'Tis The Season To Be Horny

the boys have something in store for their good girl this Christmas.

PAIRING: Marauders X Reader

WARNINGS: NSFW, DARK THEME, dom!remus, dom!sirius, switch!james, foursome, bondage, fingering, male and female oral, penetration, edging, slapping, choking, nipple play, overstimulation, praise kink, degrading kink, corruption kink, mommy kink, squirting, facial

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WORD COUNT: 4.1k

A smile was plastered on your face, your eyes watching as Remus tears open the wrapping of his gift. He gave you a glimpse before peering down and stopping at his tracks.

“The Great Gatsby?” He looked up, while James and Sirius eyed you both. You nodded, and scooched closer to his side of the bed. Discarding the brown wrapping paper to the floor, you carefully held the edges of the book.

“Not only that, but it's—” You pointed to a corner, and you could’ve sworn his eyes twinkled.

‘The first fucking edition!” Chuckling to yourself, you went to the edge of the bed and reached under it. Sitting back up with a groan, you turned to Sirius, who perked up when he saw you eye him.

You handed him a box and he eagerly pulled on the edges of the ribbon, unraveling it then opened the crimson lid.

“Is this—” He narrowed his eyes, a wine tinted bottle in his hands. Although, he was close to breaking out a similar grin to Remus.

“The addictive cologne you said you ran out with a month ago? Yes, and took me forever to find.” You didn’t mind, of course. Seeing his face light up from receiving it was enough to compensate. You got so used to this strong scent of his that you immediately knew who it was without looking from far away.

Sirius’ lips curled into a smile, opening the cap and spraying it on his wrists. He rubbed it with his other wrist and brought it up to his nose. His eyes fluttered closed from the familiar musky scent.

“...I really don't deserve you.”

“I already knew that.” You shot him a wink, your cheeks burning red from the praise. From the shuffling to your right, you noticed James sitting silently near you, keeping his eyes down while waiting for his turn. You chuckled to yourself from his state.

“And for you, my favorite boy…” Remus and Sirius shot their heads up, watching you move closer to James and give him a long kiss. The silence got louder from the sight of you moving your lips with James’. Remus and Sirius glared at both of you, watching as you pulled away with a grin, glancing at the two.

“Joking.” You mumbled. Reaching under the bed once more, you groaned, trying to feel for it then held a small black box on your way to James.

“Here's yours, James.” Keeping up with his habit, James held out both of his hands and you placed it on his palms. He casually opened the small box, and his eyebrows immediately raised.

“Isn't that the one you wanted?” His fingers traced over the gold over line of the feather brooch, taking in every small detail. The amount of light coming in from the windows made it shine. James’ lips were parted, bewildered for a few moments.

“Yeah, yeah it is.” He nodded cluelessly, while you silently laughed to yourself. “My god, how'd you even get this?”

“You're welcome.” Looking back to Remus and Sirius, they both had their gifts tucked away, and you didn’t even notice them move. Their eyes looked different. Not that there was something wrong, no.

You’d think there would be. In a way, James’ gift cost a bit more than theirs. But you could’ve sworn Remus’ eyes were far more dilated.

“Where’s mine?” You gave them all expecting glances, but they all kept silent and smirked. Sirius and Remus shared a look, as if communicating through it, then returned their focus back to you.

“Your what?” Remus asks, cocking an eyebrow.

“My gift…Didn't we agree that I'd be giving the four of you gifts, and you'd do the same?” In the corner of your eye, you can see James placing his gift on his bed next behind you.

“Oh, she wants her gift!,” Sirius cheered, turning his head to the lycanthrope who had the same smug look, only making your mind even more foggy.

“Care to do the introduction, mate?”

Noticing his eyes were looking behind you, before you could turn back, you felt James place his hands on your shoulder tightly and lay you down on the bed.

“What's going on—”

“I've got it handled.” Sirius crawled to your figure, following James’ lead and holding down your arms to the bed, while Remus just sat back. They held out their wands and you suddenly felt tied to the posts of the bed.

Despite being bound, you felt entirely comfortable with their use of silk instead of ropes. Tugging on the binds repeatedly, your heart rate got faster than the speed of light.

“James? Sirius? What are you—”

“Shut that pretty mouth of yours, huh, sweetheart?” Remus growled, moving darkly near your face. His strikingly good looks up close and deep voice made you want to close your legs from the slick on your underwear.

His face was near the crook of your neck, breath hitting every inch of your skin. You gulped and turned your face away.

“That'll be put to good use later.”

“You see, we didn't know what to give you for Christmas. What else could we give you that you didn’t already have?...But Padfoot came up with an idea.” James gently spoke, sitting down near your body and stroking your hair.

“Of course, my idea was to have you all to myself.” Sirius proudly encouraged, joining the three of you and inching himself nearby.

“But where's the fun in that?” The sound of James’ soft voice and Remus' hot breath on your neck made you part your lips. Even James could turn you weak, as for Remus, he just wanted to see your chest heave up and down.

“And therefore, that led us all here.”

By now, your underwear was close to soaking wet. It was all happening so fast. From a smile, your grin turned upside down to a nervous frown after feeling the silk restraints on your wrists.

You couldn’t even handle just one of them alone. But all three of them together?

It sounded terrifyingly great.

Turning to your last ray of hope, you looked at James.

“James, darling..” You broke out your puppy dog eyes, and he was close to breaking before Sirius cut him off.

“Oh, your little Jamesie can't help you now, princess.” He mumbled into your ear, making you tremble from how close his lips were to your skin.

“Now, does our sweetheart mind if we take her clothes off?” Remus started, gazing for your approval. He spun his wand around his fingers, and the other two were mentally undressing you with their eyes.

Gulping, you slowly shook while giving each of them a glance.

“Perfect.” With a flick of his wand, you were fully naked on the bed. The three of them groaned and licked their lips from the sight of your bare body. Sirius crawled to the end of the bed, moving back to see a clear view of your dripping cunt.

James palmed himself through his trousers, eyes roaming all over your curves. The cold air was starting to give your cunt a chilly feeling, so you closed your thighs. Only for James to force them open.

“Keep them open.” He firmly ordered, to which you fully nodded; his hand trailing up to your stomach.

Sirius got closer and closer to your cunt, his eyes not leaving it even for a split second. His fingers lightly danced on your inner thighs, enjoying the slight whimpers from your mouth, but kept avoiding the needed attention from your dripping cunt.

His fingers finally reached your clit, rubbing painfully slow circles with your arousal. Sirius ran his fingers up and down your slit repeatedly, before inserting a finger that made you arch your back from the bed.

James' eyes transfixed on your tits that rose and brought his hand close to them. He gently caresses them repeatedly.

Sirius pumped his finger in and out, earning louder moans then a few seconds ago. However, this only motivated him to go even faster. You threw your head back, lips uncontrollably quivering and letting out moans.

Remus fingers played with your erect nipples, his palms going over them again and again before occasionally pinching and twisting them. You heard him groan; feeling Sirius add another finger, causing your legs to shake from the rate of his speed.

James followed the werewolf’s lead, his tongue gently swirling your tender skin.

Your breath turns uneven, feeling just enough contact from all parts of your body that can send you close to falling apart.

“Oh一fuck, shit!”

Sirius continued his penetrations, fingers curling upwards inside your wet pussy. Remus wrapped his lips around your right nipple, hungrily sucking on the portion of flesh.

Screwing your eyes shut, you heard belt unbucklings, causing you to gently flutter them open and peer at James sitting up and discarding his belt;.eagerly reaching down his bulge and stroked himself by the sight of you.

His hands went up and down his cock slowly, tip already swollen red from being kept in hold. His pleasant groans only added up to your pleasure, feeling the werewolf's warm tongue work on your tits.

Your muscles tensed up from another warm feeling on your cunt. Looking down, you see Sirius rapidly flicking his tongue on your folds. He lapped your wetness all together, but still kept his fingers in just enough to have you moaning out unevenly.

“Fuck, yes! Sirius..Sirius!”

“Tastes so good, puppy..”

Your muscles relaxed but then you stuttered. The werewolf pulled away from your chest and unbuckled his pants, eagerly eyeing your wet lips.

Chest heaving up and down, you see James retract himself and inch himself closer to your body, throwing his head back and groaning. Remus got in between your body, his cock right in front of your view.

Your lips reached for his tip, lifting your head closer to him. Remus chuckled from the view, having you tied to the bed and all desperate to suck him off. He pushed himself to your mouth, groaning from the warm pleasure of your tongue meeting his cock.

The taste of his cock left you starving to just be filled with.

With your hands bound, you pulled yourself up to sit and tried your best to bob your head repeatedly on him. James ran his fingers on your tits, twisting them and pinching them painfully to make you squeal on Remus’ cock, then wrapping his soft lips around it.

Your legs were shaking from how Sirius delved his tongue inside you and brought his wet fingers that were once inside you cunt to circle your clit.

Your mind wasn’t even able to process any thoughts from all the flowing pleasure. The fact that your three best friends were doing such sinful acts on your body. All at the same time.

Yes, you three were flirty. Touchy, even. You did make out all at once a few times before, but never sexual. Maybe that experience lit up something in their minds that made them just want to have you.

You didn’t even have to push Sirius' head in to get the right amount of pleasure, but that’s when he stopped. Keeping eye contact with Remus, his eyes focused on your lips sucking on the tip.

Then you laid your head down, feeling your neck ache from the limited amount of movement you were given. Only sounds that were audible were James’ mouth sucking on your tits.

The werewolf brought his hand to your chin, lifted it up to him, noticing your lips wet with his pre cum. You licked your lips, biting it slightly. He gave your cheek a sudden hard slap, causing you to moan out and stutter from the immediate stinging.

Remus firmly wrapped his hands around your throat. You choked out your breath, vision slowly turning blurry.

“Fucking take it.” Letting go of your throat harshly, from how he was holding onto it, it's possible your throat already had a bruise. You immediately sat up and leaned in closer and took his cock into your mouth.

“Yeah, suck that fucking cock.”

Noticing James nearby, Remus took hold of his wand and let go of your restraints. Giving you the chance, you reached for James’ cock and stroked him in the same rhythm of sucking Remus off.

Moving your hands up and down, you eye James carefully. His foggy glasses on the bridges of his nose, focus were on your lips; swirling your tongue around Remus.

You pulled away and stroked Remus, then gave your good boy your mouth. James threw his head back, feeling you bob your head, then went even deeper. Sirius moved to you three, scanning each and every move as he pleasured himself. James jerked himself forward, his cock reaching the back of your throat.

Gagging, you screwed your eyes shut from the forming tears on your tear ducts.

“I'll give you something to cry about, you fucking slut.”

The werewolf stood up, making his way in between your legs. He lifted your legs to his shoulders, rubbing his cock on your hole over and over again until you practically whined through James’ cock. You heard an audible chuckle from Sirius before feeling Remus stretch you out.

You pulled away to gasp for air, peering down at Remus and fixating your eyes at where your two bodies connected. His cock pounding into you mercilessly. You were so hypnotized from how he kept moving faster, making your bodies damp at his rate.

“Suck his cock, sweetheart.” Sirius whispered into your ear, head turning to him before returning to James and doing your best to go down on him properly with Remus inside you. He gently stroked your hair from the other side of the bed, watching his best friends have their way with you while he was next in line.

James whimpers, feeling his release closer and closer from his reach. But a slight movement from your left made him pull away and walk to the opposite side of the bed. Still unevenly moaning, you gawked at James as Sirius pulled him in for a kiss. His hands went through the other’s soft curls, pulling him down to the bed beside you.

You bit your lip from the sight and arched your back as Remus reached that one spot that made you widen your eyes to the size of a coin.

He darkly chuckled, moving closer to your body and putting his head in between your legs that were raised on his shoulders. Then he thrusts again and again in the same angle, making your vision turn hazy. To add onto that, you feel fast rubs on your clit from Sirius.

“Used to be such a g-good girl. T-Then you got stuffed with our cocks, and turned into a whore.”

Your pending, needed release was close to ecstasy and suddenly you felt his absence. Remus flipped you to your stomach, hearing a small groan from your lips. He pulled your hips up, your ass on view and entered you once more in the same previous rhythm.

Your arms were beginning to fail you, wanting to just fall from how his hips snapped to your body. Ducking your head, you let out endless babbles to which the other two laughed about. Remus’ grip on your waist tightened, adding up to the flow of pain and pleasure.

Sirius sat in front of you, his cock already pointing up from his previous sessions. You reach for it with your mouth, slightly leaning forward to have him put it on your mouth. He immediately groaned from your head moving quickly, throwing his head back. Remus gave harder, harsh thrusts, pushing your body down to his cock.

He hit the same spot as earlier, making you moan through Sirius’ cock.

“Moony, do that again.” James softly requested, seeing how your face went from his penetration.

“Watch what she does..” Sirius whispered.

They all laid their eyes on you as Remus gave another hard thrust, and you rolled your eyes back, body trembling, crying out and pulling away from Sirius. They all groaned seeing how beautifully they were tearing you apart together, your once angelic body being defiled by three of your closest friends.

“Fuck!” James hissed, drawing his face closer to see you clearly.

“I could do this all day..” Remus breathed out, still pounding onto you.

“So pretty for us, angel. Now, suck m’cock again, hm?” Your gaped lips kissed his tip, and started lowering yourself down near his base. Screwing your eyes shut, Sirius pushes your head even further.

You lightly sobbed, feeling his tip hit the back of your throat. From the small tears on the corner of your eyes, you peer at a blurry vision of James jerking himself off near Sirius.

His soft, deep grunts added to the growing release on your stomach, crying out louder, sending vibrations through Sirius that only made him fuck your mouth. The back of your throat began to ache, his tip hitting it aggressively each time that a few bruises would surely be planted by the end of the day.

“Look at you stuffed with our cocks..” Sirius cooed into your ear.

“What happens if we stop, Pads?” Remus grunted, feeling your cunt stretch around him.

Widening your eyes, you pulled away from Sirius. “No, please. Please—don't stop.”

“Fucking slut.” You jerked backward, a slap from Sirius on your cheek made you turn your head to the side.

“‘M’gonna cum.”

“Hold it.” The werewolf ordered, making you squirm and cry from how badly you want to reach your climax.

“But—”

“Good girls don’t talk back.”

“She's a slut now, remember?”

“My bad.”

In a split second, Sirius sat up and Remus moved away from you, causing you to whine loudly. You looked desperate, yes. The small tears flowing from your eyes showed this.

“Aw, do you really want to cum?” James mocks, making you nod quickly, you feel a few more tears drop from your chin to the sheets.

“Poor baby..” His eyes looked sincere through his words, but then they creased when he chuckled; Sirius turned your body to the side, lifting up one leg. His cock rubbed up against your pussy, coating himself with your arousal.

Watching as he lines himself up, he slips inside of you. You rest your head on the sheets, sweat collecting on your skin as he starts moving. His breath tickles your ear, face resting near your shoulders.

“Yes—yes! Oh, fuck. Right there, don't stop.”

You couldn’t even hear the slight chatter the three boys made from how hazy your whole mind was becoming. Only chuckles and cursing were all you could make out. James crawled to you and placed his tip on your lips, while you opened your mouth and weakly sucked him off.

“Slut’s already cockdrunk, and she’s not even done with James.”

Remus chuckled out in between moans, hands stroking himself while his back rested on the headboard. Seeing your eyes droop from how his friends were using you just made him lick his lips.

James stroked your hair, while you pushed your mouth further on his cock. He jerked himself forward, your throat almost choking. To add onto the flow, James reached down to your cunt and started rubbing your clit quickly.

With all the refusal for release, your legs were starting to shake from the both of them. Cries of pleasure muffled from your mouth. Sirius’ digged his nails into your thighs, a small piercing pain directing to your skin.

You couldn’t even move your head to pleasure James, so instead he used your mouth to his advantage and got motivated with the lewd noises with the contact of his cock with your throat.

Soon enough, Remus was joining into the chant of you three, groaning and whimpering each other’s names. Without even looking back to him, he sounded like he was enjoying himself. Sirius’ sloppy thrusts meant he was close and you were too.

But what seemed like the thousandth time, he was close to pulling out when you turned your head to Sirius.

“Please...Please...just let me cum—” You whined, close to breaking down from the pit in your stomach that gets rejected each time.

“Judge's verdict?” Sirius turned to Remus and James, who exchanged glances before nodding.

“Alright then.”

James reached down and inserted a finger, while Sirius rubbed your clit in the same rapid pace. You arched your back, feeling the rush of pleasure nearly reach you.

Throwing your head back to the sheets, you let out a high pitched moan as you reach your orgasm. After coming down off your high, they still continued their actions and watched as your cum dripped to the sheets.

Remus made you rest your body on his bare chest, your forehead meeting with his skin as you turned your head.

“Feels great?” He leaned down to whisper near your parted lips. You nodded, babbles flowing from your mouth as Sirius and James worked their way into making you reach another release.

Your legs shook once more, then heard all of them groan from seeing you quirt.

“Oh, wow. Look at that..”

The lycanthrope chuckled near your ear. After finally coming down from your high, you feel your legs splattered with droplets of your release. You felt exhausted, but you couldn’t rest just yet. Through your droopy eyes, you see James nearby waiting for you as Remus held onto your body and assisted you into his arms.

You rested on James' chest for a split second, then adjusted yourself and straddled his waist. Sinking into him, you both groaned at the same time.

Every single one of you didn’t have any space in your head to even be sad from how high your oxytocin became. All you knew was that you can’t cut the level of pleasure you were in.

You gripped James’ shoulder, while he gently rested his on your waist, thumbs rubbing your skin soothingly while you bounced on his cock. Meanwhile, from the corner of your eye you could see Remus and Sirius devouring each other with their lips.

A surge of jealousy went through, making you turn to James and pull him into a long kiss, your moans muffling along as you moved.

Swirling your hips, you pressed your forehead to his, moaning and reaching for your second orgasm of the night (although, it wasn’t really enough). Weakly returning his kisses, James threw his head back, giving you the chance to trail kisses on his jaw.

“Trying to make us jealous, lovely?” Sirius taunted, his head dangerously close to your neck, your soft kisses soon turning rough.

“That won’t work. But it only proves you’re too desperate for attention that you just can’t get enough..” Remus finished off with tugging your earlobes with his teeth, causing you to choke out a moan.

“Mommy..” James rasped out, making you three chuckle. Continuing on, you started to feel him meet your thrusts and buck his hips upwards to your movement. Both of you held onto each other, close sensation of release nearing.

“Oh, fuck..mommy..”

“Mommy..” Sirius mocked from behind you, while Remus was doing the same to James.

“Does your mommy feel good, James?” You kept eye contact with James, cluelessly nodding to all of their slight whispers; acting as if they were two devils whispering in your ears while they jerked off to you two. He nodded to the werewolf’s inquiry, an expression of pleasure plastered on his face.

“Shit, James—”

“Gonna cum?” Remus groans, glancing between you two, seeing both of you nod with faces he found rather amusing.

“Mhm.”

“Your good boy's cock inside your pussy feels good, doesn't it?” Sirius breathes near your neck, heat traveling down to your overstimulated cunt.

“Oh, fuck!”

“That's right. Cum on his cock, sweetheart.” Remus orders as he moves towards you, his own hands on his cock moving quicker, still glancing towards James every few seconds. “Wanna see you milk his cock, alright?”

“James, hold it.” Sirius mumbled, to which James lightly nodded. You took your time and soon after reached your orgasm, body completely trembling from the flowing ecstasy your whole soul reached. You weren't seeing stars, your eyes turned black.

“Up.” Kneeling down on the sheets, you see the three of them tower over you; standing up and stroking their cocks. You innocently fluttered your eyes to each of them, watching their faces shadow an expression of euphoria一well nearly.

The sight of them jerking themselves off in front of you, because of you, was heavenly.

Purposely sticking your tongue out, you feel them each cum on your face. Closing your eyes, continuous groans went out of their mouth while it drops to your eyelids.

“Fuck!”

“That pretty face..”

“My cum looks good on you, princess.”

Once they all rode off their high, you wiped their cum from your eyes and licked it from your fingers; the salty taste filling your taste buds. You all collapsed onto the bed before Remus stood up and reached for his discarded shirt on the edge of the bed, helping you wipe your face properly.

“I don't think you'll be able to give me anything better than this next year.”

“Oh, just wait on Valentines' Day.”

一 END.

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Until the next movie appeared on the screen, Deck The Halls.

Almost instantly, Ransom’s pleased spirit disappeared, and the Grinch took over once more.

okay wow he hates that movie then.

“Wrapped up like a present for me. Maybe there is some worth to Christmas”

summer YOUR WRITING IS BOOM, FIREWORKS, AMAZING, MWAH <3

Curing The Grinch ¬ Ransom D.

Plot - Ransom wasn't a Christmas lover like you, and despite all your efforts, his holiday joy stayed at 0. Until he realises that taming your attitude can be a tradition.

Genre - Smut +18

Pairing - Ransom Drysdale x Implied!Fem!reader (No pronouns though)

Notes/Warnings - This is for 'Happy Hoelidays 2021' run by @stargazingfangirl18 @drabblewithfrannybarnes and @navybrat817 which was so fun to participate in (and to stalk the other incredible entries because damn, these fics are amazing)

Ransom is a little bit out of character but it works. Choking, cum play, light bondage, degradation/praise mix, reader is a brat (in Ransom's eyes), they don't kiss during sex for a reason (intimacy issues from his side), vaginal fingering, reader is shorter

Word Count - 3.4k

Rolled eyes, huffed sighs of annoyance and the constant complaining accompanied every activity throughout the past 3 days. And every inch of Grinchy behaviour was from a certain spoilt playboy, Ransom Drysdale.

Ransom was not a holidays type person beyond materials. Birthdays were great because the attention was on him, but Christmas? That is a crap holiday in his opinion. All the faux joy, ingenuine well wishes and forced gratitude to everyone, all whilst being forced to participate in stupid traditions that were quite frankly, a waste of time. Overall, Christmas was pointless in his eyes.

And for the past 18 years of friendship and 2 years of dating, you had let him humbug along throughout the season. But you had just about enough this year.

Christmas was full of love and fun in your eyes. Kids running about whispering stories of Santa, adults rekindling a joyful spark at sights of decorations, and people being giving in such a capitalistic society. The holiday season was an amazing time of year, and you were tired of having to be alone in your celebrations.

Dragging your boyfriend along to see the lights of the town centre as you sipped on mulled wine, only to have the sweater-clad man mock the childish displays. Grumbling as you awed at each sculpture of bulbs and hurrying you along in your “pathetic activities”.

Next up, Christmas movies. Ransom enjoyed films, and you were sure that there was at least one Christmas flick he would enjoy enough to sit through. Decked out with his favourite snacks in the comfort of your shared home as you started him off easy with Die Hard. As the movie drew to an end, the blue-eyed man claimed that it was a decent film and made your heart gleam at the possibility of having at least one tradition.

Until the next movie appeared on the screen, Deck The Halls.

Almost instantly, Ransom’s pleased spirit disappeared, and the Grinch took over once more. His phone fixed to his hand as he tried to ignore the movie in every conceivable way, and for a while you let him, just hopping that he would hear something on the film and gain interest. But it never came, and halfway into the movie, Ransom announced that he was going to the bar.

“Enjoy your kid’s movie”

You were hurt, but you also knew Ransom. He did this kind of thing constantly and if you took it to heart then you’d have lost your mind years ago. Continuing your laughter and snacking as you watched movie after movie, until you eventually fell into a deep sleep on the sofa.

Wrapped in his navy sweater, blankets bundled around your figure as the glow of the TV lit the room, allowing a tipsy Ransom to navigate the mess of the lounge and reach your sleeping-self. He might be an asshole most of the time, but as much as he hates it, he can’t sleep without you next to him.

The final straw was the afternoon before the annual Christmas Eve party. The final chance for Ransom to enjoy the holiday spirit with you. The final activity to create a tradition, ice skating.

There was hope for this activity as you recalled skating on the frozen ponds at the Thrombey residence in your childhood with a happier, younger version of the Drysdale man. Layered with scarfs, jackets, and hats as the pair of you played around, chasing one another till the sun went away. That memory of pre-teen friendship held a special place in your heart and offered promise of this activity sparking something within the now older, grumpier Drysdale.

“Fuck sakes, it’s freezing out here”

Those words cut through the biting cold of the air, Ransom barely making it outside the car before his miserable complaining began. Every bone in your body was trying to contain your frustration at the man, breathing deeply to centre yourself.

“Obviously. How else would the pond freeze over?”

Shuffling to get your skates on as you attempt to block out the grumbles falling from his down-turned lips. All attention was placed on weaving the laces perfectly, making sure that you were all set to partake in the activity from your childhood; that was until you realised Ransom had barely moved.

“Ransom, honey, you gotta actually put the skates on.”

The apparent condescending undertone didn’t aid in convincing the brunette who offered a distasteful glare in return, and the displeased ‘hmph’ that escape his mouth sealed the deal; you were done with his attitude.

“D’you what? Just go, Ransom. Honestly, just leave.”

Rising up to face him, the skates adding height to your smaller frame, but the anger running through your veins was enough to make you feel more powerful than the large man. After everything you put into this relationship, after every argument and commitment issue that you had to solve, Ransom couldn’t even offer the decency of putting on an ice skate.

“Every year I let you control the holidays, I let you suck the joy out of Christmas, but the one year I try to actually have fun, you do your absolute best to make it miserable. Sorry that this holiday doesn’t revolve around you, sorry that some people actually enjoy having fun, sorry that you can’t care about another person besides yourself long enough to put on a fucking ice skate!”

All the emotions that had built up over the past decade overflowed and flooded your being, taking up every inch of space in your heart and filling it with the hurt he’d caused over the years. All those Christmases you missed out on because he didn’t want to celebrate. All those years he decided what you two would do, and because you loved him, you agreed.

“Just go, Ransom. Enjoy your party and I hope the rest of your Christmas is as joyless as you hoped.”

The brisk air stung the unfallen tears that were collecting, reminding you of what you had just asked of the man you loved, the man who was meant to love you. Turning your back as you made your way to the pond, begging to be as far away from Ransom as you could and hoping to retain at least an ounce of joy Christmas held.

He stood there as if you had just slapped him. Eyebrows piqued in disbelief, that scowl that was etched into his face had grown ten-fold from the hurt he felt. Replacing any inch of sadness his cold heart was conjuring and transforming it into anger, anger directed at you.

The slam of the metallic door followed by the disturbing crunching of snow beneath the beamer’s wheels announced Ransom’s departure. Any hope of him fighting for you or showing that he gave a shit disappeared with the fading of the classic car.

He was gone. He had truly left. He didn’t care.

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Hours had past, the sun had retreated, and the lights of Christmas Eve filled every corner in town. Whilst the sight of decorations, families laughing together and people carolling would have brought warmth to your heart, all you felt was pain.

Ransom had hurt you by letting you go that easily. Ransom had shown you that he didn’t even care enough to indulge you for an hour. Maybe this love was one-sided.

As the taxi approached the darkened house, all your thoughts came to a halt. The question of ‘What now?’ plagued your mind as you cautiously climbed the stairs towards the house that the pair of you shared.

He would be gone by now, most likely laughing with his trust-fund buddies about how ‘women are crazy’, probably already drunker than he should be. The Christmas party was the only thing he truly enjoyed about this holiday.

Reaching for the handle as you offer a pep-talk, knowing that love often clouds reality. “Grab some things, leave a note, go stay at a hotel until something more concrete happens. Give yourself time to calm down and think."

Stepping into the house was almost as if the weight in your heart doubled, everything hit you as you breathed in the aroma that lingered across the house. The scent of Ransom’s pricey cologne melted with the cinnamon that drifted through the house, reminding you of the treats you two had baked religiously each Tuesday.

Collecting yourself as you held in the tears, the constant mantra echoing in your mind; “do this for you”. Moving through the house with the determination of trying to be as quick as possible, not wanting the possibility of your mind being changed by the memories of love. Your trudge up the stairs was halted by a fluttering glow radiating from the lounge, a soft light escaping through the cracks in the door.

Gripping a lone golf club that sat at the base of the staircase, adeptly placed for potentially fighting intruders, like the present moment. Ransom may be an entitled prat, but he was surprisingly adamant on turning all lights off when he leaves the house, it was an adorable quirk that you always teased him about.

Club clutched as you approached the door, bracing yourself for the worst and secretly wishing that Ransom was here to deal with it. He’d always protect you from anything, no matter how selfish he is. The turn of the handle is almost undetectable as you push it slowly with such caution that you feared it wouldn’t open.

Every scenario you could have conjured up was nothing compared to the sight that hid behind that mahogany door, that door which revealed the very face you were hoping to avoid.

Illuminated by the flittering glow of a Christmas tree, sat against the tarnished leather of the armchair was Ransom Drysdale. Nursing a tumbler of whiskey, knuckles strained against the soft of his skin as he watched the flicking of the lights with eyebrows furrowed in thought. Tie haphazardly hanging from his neck with a flurry of buttons laying open against his chest, offering a dishevelled visual insight into the mess of feelings bubbling behind.

“Ransom?”

His oceanic eyes locked with yours, emotions swirling like a hurricane behind the confidence of his gaze that complemented your own surprised one.

“Why are you here? Why is there a Christmas tree? You aren’t meant to be here”

“Why am I here? Why AM I here?”

Rising from his tense position as he stalked closer to your figure, the sound of his footsteps against the hardwood creating a symphony of anticipation when matched with your thudding heart.

“I’m here because this is my house, this is our house. Ours because there is an us and there will always be an us, even if you wanna be a spoilt brat about a stupid holiday.”

“Me? A spoilt brat? Oh, that’s rich coming from you, Mr. ‘my way or the highway’!” You struggled to contain your rage at his audacity. “You don’t give a shit about me, so no, there is no more ‘us’”

The air left your lungs with the force of his body pressing against yours, the rough of his fingertips digging into the soft of your cheeks as he tugs your stare to focus solely on him and his lustful orbs.

An involuntary moan escaped your lips at the weight of his gaze, his dominant demeanour filling the room as your thighs attempt to rub in a desperate plea for friction. But Ransom was in control, forcing his sturdy thigh to keep your legs apart as if reminding you that he was in charge of your pleasure.

“You can say all the hateful words you want but we both know that you belong to me. You need me, just as much as I need you.” That smirk grew as he watched you shiver at his words, knowing how to press your buttons was a personal triumph of his that took years of perfecting. “Your body knows it too. You wanted me to pay attention to you? Then let me give you my full attention”

Sinking down your frame teasingly, strong hands tracing every outline of your curves until his fingertips curled around the waist of your trousers. Clasping the fabric as he released an obnoxious tut before exposing your bare skin, offering the stunning sight of those barely there panties he adored.

Toying with the pristine white hem of your panties, tempting them to be torn off. “Aww, did my little slut wear these for me? I bet you wore the full set.”

Growing to his full height once more as the demand left his lips, “Show me”

All confidence ran from your body as any ounce of anger was replaced with a need; a need for Ransom. Delicate fingers making quick work of your buttons, each unclasped to reveal traces of the gleaming lace gracing your chest. The fabric slid off your shoulders in a fluid movement, almost as if the clothes themselves wanted to be rid of your body in hopes that the spoilt man would ravish you sooner.

“Wrapped up like a present for me. Maybe there is some worth to Christmas”

Those storm-filled eyes raked over your body as if taking it in for the first time, it was a kind of rawness that Ransom rarely exposed and it shook your soul. That intensity had sent floods of anticipation to your embarrassingly wet core, slicken by the man’s words.

It was as if he enjoyed watching you squirm under his gaze, silently begging for him to touch you, for him to give you what you craved. No matter how much you wished to hate him currently, you longed for his touch just as much as he longed for yours.

In the blink of the tree light, Ransom had forced your bare back against the icy wall as your body curved in recoil at the sudden freeze. One hand cupping your jaw, keeping your eyes firmly locked with his as he leisurely drags his fingertips to your aching core.

“Please. Ransom, please”

“What do you want?” Slipping a lone digit between your soaked folds, circling gently around your begging bud. Pulling a whimper from your lips as hips buck forward to spur him on. “You want my fingers? You want me to make you feel good? Even after everything you said?”

“I’m sorry. Please, I’m sorry. Just touch me”

The wordless satisfaction was evident in the way his lengthy fingers delved into your inviting warmth, coating his duo of digits in your sweet juices as his assault of pleasure accelerated. Thumb rubbing harshly against your blooming bundle of nerves, actions melting together in a haze of pleasure as wanton moans filled the room.

“Such a beautiful little slut. This cunt was made for me, this body was made for me, YOU were made for me”

His words sounded drowned in your clouded mind; senses overrun with the rising climax that was begging to be brought to fruition. But Ransom wasn’t someone to be ignored, he wanted your attention as he broke you. “Say it.”

Chest heaving as the stammered breathes plagued your sentence, attempting to speak through the sheer ecstasy “I’m made for you. I’m yours, always. Please Ransom, wanna cum. Make me cum.”

Confidence grew as his fingers plunged deeper, curling to reach that sweet spot he had mapped throughout the years. Every movement adding fuel to your impending orgasm, a plethora of moans and whimpers escaping whilst you clung to the brunette, bracing yourself against his board shoulders. Feeling the waves of pleasure collect as your body shakes in desperation to find that release, waiting for Ransom to offer you that sweet ecstasy.

Feeling your walls constrict around his digits as he increases his attack on your clit, eyes locked with your own as he watches you struggle to hold your resolve. Until finally, it snaps. Knees buckling as chants of his name run wild from your throat, gripping onto the large man as his hand sops with your delicious juices.

Mind hazed with your dying climax, bones turning limp with exhaustion but that meant nothing to Ransom. Pulling your barely clothed figure across his shoulder, body bouncing with every stride as he laid you roughly down at the base of the Christmas tree.

He worked in a blur, belt falling with a metallic thud against the hard of the floors and the vibrant tree lights kissed his sculpted figure with a glow that made him look like an angel, even if he was so full of sin.

The rattle of the Christmas decorations pulled you back to alert consciousness, watching Ransom tug a shimmering golden wrap of tinsel from its neatly placed position.

“Do you know how difficult it was to find a Christmas tree on Christmas eve? D’you know how annoying those fucking lights are?” The sting of the scratching tinsel encasing your hands, restraining any movements as you squirm in anxious excitement. “But here you go, princess. You wanted Christmas? You got it.”

Leaning closer as his lips ghosted over yours, making your body beg for connection, he clutched your throat within his commanding hand. The ever-slight pressure bringing that intense sensory overload so soon after you orgasm, eliciting a quiet pant of want.

“You got your Christmas tree, and now, I’m going to fuck that attitude out of you underneath it. Got it?”

Leaving no room for answer as his hips slam into you. Painfully erect length settling inside of the warm walls, sending the ache of stretch throughout your body as it mixes in with pleasure. No matter how many times Ransom fucked you, his size was something you could never get used to.

Tugging at your festive constraints as the brunette found his pace. Slamming into your frame with little consideration as if he was lost in the feeling of your tight walls wrapping around his throbbing cock. The sounds bounced off the walls as his guttural moans accompanied your wanton chants of his name, both melding with the noises of your bodies connecting.

Ransom ingrained this sight into his memory. The light highlighting the ruined makeup that smeared gently by your eyes, the way every thrust threated to expose your breasts from their confines, how his name looked on your lips as you worshipped him.

Pulling your pillowy thigh to rest against his hip as your leg wraps around his body, bringing him closer than before. Reaching deeper parts of your body as you shrieked with bliss at the newfound angle, spurring him to push deeper and harder as to hear those pornographic sounds once more.

“Baby, please, I’m gonna cum. Too good, so good.”

Never faltering in his pace, a large hand reached to grip your neck once more, reminding you of the control he held. “Not so bratty now, are you? My pathetic little whore, already begging for me. Cum for me”

The rough tips of his fingers dug into your hips as he sturdied himself with your body before increasing the power of his thrusts. Calculated with his strength as he pistoned into your ever-tightening hole, movements becoming more feral with each whimper that left your lips.

He never slowed as that coil snapped within you, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your being with each bone shaking in the bliss of your orgasm. Walls gripping his aching erection like a vice, begging his own release to flood over him in union with yours. Even with your pathetic attempts of protest at the overstimulation, body burning with sensitivity as he brushed your sweet spot with every plunge. But Ransom was selfish, he was seeking his release.

“Such a pretty little thing you are. Much prefer you like this, babbling like a little brainless thing. Shit, I’ll put up with that Christmas bullshit just so I can fuck this perfect pussy daily.”

Sentences stringing from his mouth as he approaches that powerful climax, feelings of that day bubbling over the edge to make it all a bit more intense, and the delicious cries emitting from your sensitive-self bringing him to his high.

Yanking away from your gripping warmth as he allows that high to take over, grunts rumbling from his chest. Thick spurts of his seed decorating your breasts, glistening in the Christmassy glow of the tree and offering such a beautiful sight that he wished he could photograph.

“Sweetheart, it’s going to be a white Christmas”

bestie popped off with this fic. fantastic cinta 😩❣️

Presents.

draco malfoy x reader | smut | dark au

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summary : receiving presents from your stepdad on christmas.

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“Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

Your mother greeted you as you walked downstairs, approaching her in annoyance. If it wasn’t because of her yelling and threatening you, there’s no way you would get out of your bed.

“Thanks Mom.” You took the gift, playing along with your mother’s game. Yes, it was an act, she just wants to look nice in front of her new husband.

Malfoy, Draco Malfoy.

He was just a few years older than you. Married to your mother just because of a contract, told you himself.

When your mother introduced him to you, you were captivated by his beauty and aura. The dark mark that was still on his arms enough to intimidate you, but somehow it’s making him look more.. ravishing.

“Merry christmas, Y/n.” His call of your name brings you back to the reality.

“Oh- thank you, Draco.” You opened his gift, not bothering to open your mother’s,

“Wow this.. is so beautiful Draco.. It must’ve costed a fortune.”

It was a beautiful necklace, made with a diamond that you for sure know it costs a lot. You look up to him, he was already smiling at you.

“Don’t worry about it. I picked it myself, I know it would look perfect on you.”

“Thank you, Draco..” You pick up the necklace, wanting to put it on your neck,

“Want me to help you putting it on?” Your mother eyed her husband suspiciously but shrugged it off quickly.

“Yes please.” He stifled his groan when he heard you say that, so innocently. Oh how he imagined you would say that when he has full control of your body.

The hairs on your neck rise up, your body tensed up, your breath stuck in your throat as his fingertips brushed your skin. He was sending shivers down your spine and he knows it.

Draco carefully putting the necklace on your neck. His cock twitched in his pants when he brushed the back of your neck purposefully with his fingers, and hearing your breaths got heavier.

“There you go. It looks beautiful on you.” He whispers into your ear making your cheeks heated, neither of you two cares about your mother’s presence there.

“Thank you, Draco.”

>>>>>

2 am.

And Draco still couldn’t sleep.

The desire to have your pretty pussy wrapped around his cock was burning in his body. He needed you, so bad.

He look over your mother, hatred showing in his eyes. If it wasn’t for the contract that she trapped him to, he wouldn’t have to marry her.

He could’ve had you instead.

Oh, fuck it. He thought before getting out of the bed, grabbing another present he got for you, the real present he knew both of you would love.

>>>>>

“Draco? What are you doing here at 2 in the morning?” You asked, surprised to find Draco in front of your door.

“I forgot that there’s another present for you.” He said simply making your eyebrows furrowed jn confusion.

“Couldn’t you wait until tomorrow?”

“No. This one I know you would like it.” You eyed the gift box in his hand before nodding at him, letting him in your room.

You shouldn’t have done that. But goddamn you were glad you did that.

“A belt? a-and what’s the vibrator f-for?” Your voice were shaking with nervousness, looking up to his eyes that now are full of lust and desperation.

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When Draco met you for the first time, his first instinct was to have you under his control.

He observed the way you would act so innocently like a sweet little girl when your mom is around. But behind those innocent acts, he knew you were nothing but a dirty little slut, especially when it comes to your so-called-step dad.

Because here you are, searching for your way out of his tight grip when he had your wrists tied up with a belt above the headboard, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he stimulates your throbbing clit.

3 times, he already got you thrice with his mouth, fingers and the vibrator he gave you. And he still has no plan on stopping, your sobs, pleases, and whines made his erection grow even harder.

“D’you like this, pretty girl? It looks beautiful on you, suit your innocence a lot.” He teased, lifting your necklace with his finger.

You tried to mutter the words to answer him, but the way the vibrator moved inside you and his thumb rubbing your clit was making your head dizzy.

“Answer me, little whore.” He slapped your cheek, not hard to seriously hurt you but enough to send the sting goes right to your sensitive heat down there.

“I- I do daddy I love it! ‘m sorry it just feels s’good..” Your back arching higher feeling the knot is ready to snap.

“Aw that’s made daddy so happy, sweet girl. Look how grateful his slutty princess is for him. That’s why he loves spoiling her.”

He withdraws the vibrator out of you making you whine out. Not when you were so close. Draco chuckles lowly before unzipping his trousers tossing it to the floor.

“Look how hard you always made me, Y/n.” He rubbed up and down his tip against your sensitive clit before slowly pushing into you.

“Oh- Daddy..” You moaned out loud feeling his cock throbbed inside you.

“Fuck. I know you’re gonna feel so good, pretty girl. Your sweet cunt squeezing me so tight I can’t barely move.” He holds you, pressing your body closer to him as he started to pick up his pace, thrusting into you.

You tugged harshly at the belt, feeling like you’re not being able to take the pleasure in the right way. The way his cock moved felt right inside you, pleasuring you in the most possible way and that’s only him who could do that.

His thrusts were getting faster and harder each time that you can’t keep up. Your body moved uncontrollably underneath him. To Draco, that was the best sight he ever seen that he swore he could cum instantly by seeing your body squirmed.

“Daddy I- please..”

“Oh sweets, look at you. Have I fucked you dumb? Tell me what you want, darling.” The nickname sounded more like mocking as he circled your clit helping you to reach your high.

“Wanna cum- please.. s’close..” Tears of pleasure ran down your cheeks as Draco’s name left your mouth repeatedly. He groaned onto your neck.

“Then cum. Cum for your daddy, dumb slut.” Your legs shook as you let go of the feeling, covering his cock in your juices.

“Fuck. Milk my cock Y/n, ‘m gonna cum so much in you until you can’t take it anymore.” His hips stutter, thrusts getting unsteady as he found his release.

You could feel his cum painting your walls white as he spilled inside you, just like his promise, it was never ending, he came a lot. Draco panted heavily, he never came this hard before.

He examined your fucked out body, chuckling deeply as he thrusted one last time to keep his cum in you. You hissed when he pulled out, your mind is still fuzzy after what just happened, with your step dad.

Then the reality hits you hard, when he finally kissed you. He kissed you. Lovingly, full of passion.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.”

a/n : i know i’m so late for christmas fics but here u go 😭💔

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HEAD EMPTY ONLY PETER PARKER.

Overheard (TASM!PeterParker x Reader)

Summary: A moan—soft and quiet and muffled by closed glass, but very clearly coming from the other side of the velvety curtains that were blocking his view into your room. Shit. Peter gulped. Did you have a guy over? He hadn't known you'd been seeing anyone, and the thought of his best friend rolling around in the sheets with a guy he hadn't even met somehow set a flame of something ablaze in the pit of his stomach.

Words: 1.7k

A/N: lots of cursing, non-graphic but includes unseen masturbation, sexual innuendo, flirty best friends, making out & implied sex; college-aged characters

Peter's feet landed firmly on the rickety metal of your fire escape; perhaps a bit too firmly, the rusted metal creaking dangerously beneath him. He frowned—your apartment was old and rundown, but, as you mentioned each time he expressed his concerns, it was rent-controlled and much better than your childhood home in "Bumfuck Nowhere" as you so affectionally called your hometown.

He'd texted you just minutes earlier before leaving his place—it was several blocks away, but the trip was quick when superhuman agility and web-shooters were involved, so he slipped his phone out of the back pocket of his jeans and checked to see if you'd replied—you hadn't.

Your curtains were drawn, which was odd. Peter knew you loved the way the sunlight filtered between the buildings and seeped into your bedroom, creating a small patch of warmth right where you'd placed that ratty old wingback chair you'd made him carry home from the Salvation Army for you. Plus, your window faced nothing but a crumbling brick wall and you claimed to love the aesthetic of urban decay.

Even if you hadn't seen his text, you'd presumably heard him landing outside your window, but the curtains remained opaque.

Peter was about halfway through processing the thought of possibly using the regular entrance to your apartment—he had a key, after all, though he'd never needed one—when he heard a sound that made his heart skip a beat and his cheeks turn deep crimson.

A moan—soft and quiet and muffled by closed glass, but very clearly coming from the other side of the velvety curtains that were blocking his view into your room.

Shit. Peter gulped. Did you have a guy over? He hadn't known you'd been seeing anyone, and the thought of his best friend rolling around in the sheets with a guy he hadn't even met somehow set a flame of something ablaze in the pit of his stomach.

Another moan, this one a little more desperate. Peter felt gross all of a sudden, but found himself frozen to the spot, overthinking the situation, as he chronically did when it came to you. It was something that couldn't be helped—he might have had super strength, but you were enough to make his knees go weak.

Still, this was invasive. It was weird. He would throw twenty-one questions at you later, when you weren't...doing whatever and whoever it was you were doing at that moment. Swallowing that odd little feeling the was clawing up his throat, Peter turned to go, but ice flooded through his veins at the next noise he heard.

Peter.

His name. Your voice. There was no doubt about it. What the fuck?

Peter allowed himself to listen, really listen, and his ears pricked at the sounds no other person would be able to hear from his current spot. The shuffle of skin writhing on soft sheets, the irregularity of quickened breath, a heartbeat like a hammer.

A heartbeat—just one. Besides his own, of course, which was currently going wild pulsing in his ears. You were alone in there. Alone with your thoughts and your fingers and his name on your lips.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

Now he really had to go. The jealousy—for that was what it was—that had reared its ugly head only moments earlier had quickly shifted to something like excitement, a deep thrill, chased by a pang of shame that he had accidentally intruded on your most intimate of moments. You would absolutely murder him if you found out he'd been—

F-fuck. P—peter. It was a whimper this time, a barely there gasp.

His jeans suddenly felt tighter. Okay. He could do this. He'd slip away from the fire escape, walk around the block once, and then use the front entrance for the first time ever. That wasn't suspicious at all. He'd just stroll up the six flights of stairs to your floor, knock casually at your door, you'd pull yourself together and...well, no harm, no foul.

Peter nodded to himself and zoomed away as quietly as he could manage.

Meanwhile, coming down from a blissful high in your rumpled sheets, you reached toward your bedside table for your phone, eyes growing wide when you saw an unread message from Peter.

Just finished studying for Bio. Be there in 5.

It had been received 12 minutes ago and you knew when Peter said 5 minutes, he meant 3. Barring some psycho trying to burn New York to the ground, he'd arrived on your fire escape anywhere from 7 to 9 minutes ago when you'd been—

A knock at the door interrupted your train of thought and you blanched, all colour draining from your face as you rushed to throw on a pair of yoga shorts and an old t-shirt—for fucks sake, why were the only t-shirts in arm's reach ones you'd borrowed from Peter?

You knew it was him before you opened the door—no one else came to visit you. And if he was using the front door it meant he'd been detoured from using the fire escape window and that meant—jesus christ, it meant he'd heard you getting off to the thought of him.

"Hi," you breathed, trying to play it cool as you swung the door open to reveal Peter's face. He looked guilty as sin. He hadn't even been able to keep his secret identity from you, much less something as ridiculous as overhearing you masturbating.

"Hi," Peter replied, entering as you made space for him in the doorway. He avoided your gaze and your own eyes slid over his body, noting the way he faced away from you, hands hovering awkwardly near his crotch.

"Since when do you use the front door?" you asked lightly, closing and relatching the entrance in question. Peter shrugged, settling himself on your sofa—another piece courtesy of the thrift store. Initially, he'd hated the thing, but you'd restuffed the cushions to get the lumps out and now it smelled like you—vanilla and shortbread and old books and familiarity. It had even been christened with a tomato sauce stain from when he'd brought over Aunt May's lasagna that had never fully come out, even after two years.

"How was studying?" you asked, puttering uselessly around the kitchen and ignoring the heat on your cheeks, the odd fluttering in your stomach.

"Not bad," Peter answered, "I'll ace the test." You made a noise of acknowledgement in your throat. Of course he would—he was the smartest person you knew. "What have you been up to?"

Posing the question, it was the first time Peter met your eye since arriving, twisting himself to look over at you. There was mischief in his eyes, a daring look that said I know perfectly well what you were up to and I bet you won't tell me.

You decided to give him a run for his money. "I was thinking about that time we went to the beach last summer," you said coyly, a smirk tugging up at the corners of your lips, "Remember when we got so wasted we thought skinny dipping was a good idea?"

Peter half-laughed, half-gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing prominently in his throat. "I remember," he said, "I was scratching sand out of god forsaken places for days."

"Pete," you chuckled, "There's not a single god forsaken place on your body."

That turned him red—good. There was a beat of silence and before you could blink, he had you pressed between his body and the cold laminate countertop. Damn superhero abilities.

"I could say the same for you, Y/N." His lips were hovering just over yours and from the way his hips rested against you, you could feel a bulge pressing into your abdomen. Part of you wondered if you'd fallen into a post-orgasm dreamworld, but Peter's familiar scent grounded you, reminded you that this was all very real.

"You heard, didn't you?" you whispered, not breaking eye contact. Peter licked his lips, nodded once.

"I did," he confirmed, faltering for a moment, blinking as shame pained his beautiful features, "I'm sorry—I didn't—"

"Don't apologize," you said, hooking your fingers through the belt loops of his jeans and pulling him closer—if that were possible. "It's okay. It's...good." There, you'd put it out into the world. Your move, Parker.

"Yeah?" Peter's pupils had dilated and he'd leaned forward to press his forehead to your own. You swallowed thickly. He was as into this game as you were.

"Yeah," you repeated, "Because now I can do this." You kissed him, pushing yourself up onto your tiptoes to meet his lips. It wasn't the first time you'd kissed your best friend—not by a long shot—but it was the first time you'd kissed him like this, like your entire existence depended on it. He responded in kind, thumb coming up to caress your cheek as he deepened the kiss. He pressed himself further into you, using one had to lift you up onto the countertop. That in itself as enough to make you groan—he was so strong.

Peter settled himself between your thighs, kissing you with abandon, allowing his tongue to swirl against your own, pausing only to nip at your bottom lip, kiss along your jaw, bite gently on your ear lobe. For their part, your own hands skidded along his muscular arms, coming to rest on his shoulders and then at the nape of his neck, tugging at his mussed hair and eliciting a noise of approval from him. You found that you liked it very much and wondered what other noises you could get him to make.

Peter broke his lips away from you for a moment, the sheer willpower of such a pause making him light-headed. "You sounded so pretty," he said, "With my name on your lips."

Your mouth made a little "o" as you blushed deeply, the comment somehow innocent and lewd all at once. "Well," you replied, gathering yourself, "I hope you'll do me the kindness of letting me hear the same from you." The thought of your name falling from his lips in ecstasy had you shifting in your seat for some friction.

Peter smiled wickedly, "Oh, Y/N, I'll do you any kindness you want."

STOPP THIS IS LIKE A MASTERPIECE FR

— gasoline.

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pairing: tony stark / fem!reader

genre: smut, pwp, hurt/comfort if you squint

prompt: “you kissed me,” “and you didn’t stop me.” 

wordcount: 1.2k

warnings: mentions of intoxication, rough sex, hickeys/marks, possessive!Tony, dirty talking, doing it in front of a glass shut window but no one sees, cumming on body

requested by @leydileyla​ herself!

“You kissed me last night.”

You hated the way Tony smiled at you, all smug and know-it-all. Pacing in front of the large glass windows of Avengers tower, you didn’t dare to look at him. Which was odd since you knew fairly well how he was looking at you. Memories of last night flashed in your mind– You, slightly intoxicated, happy about the victory the team had won and then… then you remembered a pair of warm, tender lips against yours. Tony’s lips. Tony Stark’s lips. Iron Man. What the fuck. Your heart thudded madly against your chest. 

“Well… you didn’t stop me now, did you?” 

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LEYLA DOES IT AGAINNN

Bright Eyes || Loki x Fem!Reader

⤷ day thirteen: loki | bitter chocolate | choking | “you mean us, kissing?” “can’t say it never crossed my mind.”

Author's Notes: Ahhh Loki, I'll always have a soft spot for our dear God of Mischief! I hope you enjoy this!

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Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: 18+ Content, MINORS DNI, rough sex, choking, arse slapping, oral (male receiving), deepthroating, hair pulling, vaginal fingering.

The meeting Cap had put together was finally finished and Agent Y/N was relieved to be back at her office.

She had a tonne of paperwork that she still needed to complete before the weekend and she decided that she would ignore anyone who decided to call upon her.

It had only been ten minutes when she heard the door knock.

She groaned before inviting the person on the other side of the door in.

Well, it turned out that they were no person, but more of a god.

“It’s quite rude to groan before inviting someone in, my dear. Surely, you’re aware of that?” The God of Mischief always managed to sound condescending even in the best of his moments. He was in his usual Midgard attire, a black, perfectly tailored suit with his shoulder length black hair hanging loosely around his face.

She would never admit how much she wanted to run her fingers through his hair at times.

“I’ve got a lot of work to do.” She resumed to examine one of the reports that was filed by an agent, choosing to completely ignore him in hopes of him going away.

He didn’t need an invite to sit in one of the chairs in front of her desk. He started toying around with the pencils on her desk as she tried her best not to speak to him.

But even if she decided not to talk to Loki, there was absolutely no guarantee that he would stay quiet.

And it didn’t take long for him to speak.

“I’m bored.” He yawned mockingly, flexing his arms above his head as he stretched like a lion. She tried her best not to gape at him.

“I’m not.”

“I need a distraction.”

“I don’t.” She still desperately hung onto the probability that Loki would just leave her if she seemed disinterested. But she wasn’t disinterested and she didn’t know how longer she could keep up the act.

“Midgard is boring.”

“I do not think so.”

You lifted your head when you heard a sudden shift in his tone.

“Oh, you do. You think it’s terribly mundane and dull. Thinking that this can’t be the life you were promised. Well, I’ll tell you that you’re right. There is much much more to this cycle called ‘life’.” Loki had put the pencils back on her desk, his gaze was hungry as he looked at her.

“What more can there be?” She asked, despite herself.

“I can show you.” His voice was of a man who had just been granted his deepest desires.

“How?” The paperwork was long forgotten on her desk.

“Let me kiss you,” he growled and she would have been scared if it wasn’t for the delirious lust that had clouded her thoughts.

“You mean us, kissing?”

“Can’t say it never crossed my mind. Although, much more than simply kissing has frequently crossed my mind. I have dreamt of you begging to be mine, worshiping me on your knees in the only way you know. By giving me pleasure. You see,” Loki stood up, “I hate to see you so miserable, when I know exactly what you need.”

Seeing him loom over her brought her senses back for a moment.

It suddenly felt real.

Far too real in her tiny office.

“Loki, I’ve got paperwork to finish,” she tried to object but with a wave of his hand they disappeared. She closed her mouth with her hands.

“You’ll have plenty of time when I’m done with you. Now stand up, dear.”

His voice was sickeningly sweet and she found herself obeying him without a doubt.

She had wanted this for far too long.

And she would be a fool to object to him any further when she was this close to getting what she wanted.

Loki licked his lips, with a triumphant grin spreading across his face.

He lifted his hand and Y/N shut her eyes when she felt his hand snake around her throat. His fingertips were featherlight against her pulse.

“Loki,” she breathed out and suddenly, his lips were on hers.

He was almost punishing, as he forced her mouth open for a taste. She moaned when his tongue flicked across hers. The grip on her throat tightened and next thing she knew she was desperately gasping for air as he continued to kiss her deeply.

He let her breathe for a moment before claiming her lips once again, her hands absentmindedly clutched at his shirt as she tried to keep up with his pace.

Despite his hand clutching on to her throat and restricting her airway, she wanted more of him, to breathe him. To feel him. To be with him.

Firmly, he grabbed a fistful of her hair between his hands making her gasp with surprise, he broke the kiss and hissed against her mouth, “On your knees, now.”

She complied with ease and he chuckled when he saw her waiting patiently, her hands on her knees, her eyes looking up at him.

“You love this, don't you?” He said. As a response, She nodded.

“Use your words.”

“Yes, I do love this.”

Loki clicked his tongue before gesturing down to his cock, which was already straining against the material. “Start working, I want that pretty little mouth of yours on me.”

She reached out and pulled his pants down, freeing his shaft from its confinement. She looked at him one last time before taking him into her mouth.

Loki's eyes rolled back when he felt his cock sliding in and out of her throat. She was hesitant at first, only taking a third of his length but gradually, she managed to take it all with her eyes watering as she looked up. Her exhales tickled his skin as her nose was pressed firmly against the base.

“That's it,” Loki groaned and knotted his hands through her hair once again. He had allowed her to accommodate but he would take the reins back in his hands from now on.

Forcefully, he pulled her back letting his cock slip out of her mouth, watching a string of saliva connect them. He started rubbing her face against himself, as she moaned loudly. She held her tongue out and attempted lapping at any inch of flesh she had access to.

But then, without warning, Loki forced his shaft down her throat and this time he felt her fighting him as she gagged and choked. He pulled out once again, as she coughed on splattered and pushed her down roughly once again. He could feel her trying to relax her throat as her hands shot up to grab his thighs, holding her like that for a few seconds before he repeated himself once again.

It was amazing to watch. Her drool was running down her chin, mixing with her tears as she choked for air.

“Relax, sweetheart.” Loki was shocked to hear how raspy his voice sounded to his own ears. As he continued to push her face down and pull her back up for a few seconds for her to breathe, she gradually relaxed and started to bob her head up and down in sync with his thrusts. Loki groaned when he felt her hands cupping around his balls and decided to finally let go.

“I'm going to come,” Loki breathed and shortly, he felt the orgasm ripping through his muscles as he pumped his load down her throat, involuntarily letting go of her hair to clutch the door frame.

She obediently swallowed and even made a show of licking his sensitive head, to collect every single drop.

“That was good,” She commented and Loki knew that he should be spent after that performance but he felt himself becoming hard again when she grabbed his hand to pull him towards the desk.

“That was good, Loki,” she repeated herself, “but now I need you to fuck me.”

She sat on the edge, letting her legs sway freely. As if she hadn't just been brutally face fucked, as if her make up hadn't ran down her cheeks with her hair a complete mess making her look like a complete slut.

“You gotta take that dress off first,” Loki commented, as he started to take his own shirt off. They tossed their clothing aside and Loki was marvelled to see her completely naked before him.

“So you want me to fuck you?” He taunted, climbing in between her legs.

She nodded eagerly, her eyes trained on his already fully hard length. He leaned over and gave her nipple a twist, making her gasp with need as her back arched off the desk. Still unable to believe he had her writhing underneath him, he took her right breast between his lips and proceeded to torment her, by licking and sucking her tender flesh.

“Loki, please.” He could feel her trying to press against him, her hand reaching down to snake around his cock. Without hesitance, he slapped her hand away.

“Patience, sweetheart.” He slid his finger across her slit, and watched her shiver. Relishing the power he had over her, he slid one finger deep inside of her.

“Please.” She pushed her hips against his hand when Loki started to finger fuck her ever so slowly. He added a second finger and watched her hold her hands at her side, trying so desperately to stay still.

It wasn't long before she was moaning uncontrollably, “Loki, please. With your cock- my god- Please!”

“So good,” he mumbled before flipping her over onto her stomach without warning. He propped her ass in the air and let his head push against her wetness, giving no warning before he thrust his whole length in.

“Yes!” She screamed and he reached over and yanked her head up, wrapping her locks around his hand. His other hand was on her hip as he fucked her desperately.

Her ass bounced up and down on his cock as she met his thrusts. Loki raised his hand from her hip and smacked her hard on the tender flesh, watching the skin glow red as she sobbed, all while begging for him to continue.

He slapped her a few more times before Loki grabbed her from her throat to pull her up against his chest. She could hear her gasping when he constricted her airway. Skin slapped against skin as they desperately chased their release.

“Yes,” she tried, her voice strained by his fingers that held her firmly in place. Her cunt started to flutter around him and he groaned when her limbs fell limp between his arms. Seeing that she had come, Loki dropped her to the desk and set a ruthless pace, now only able to think of his own orgasm.

He buried his head in her neck, his hand finding its way back to her hair and he bit down hard on her flesh when he felt the familiar knot in his stomach. He pushed in once, twice and he was spurting his come inside of her before the third.

It felt endless as he groaned, the energy being drained from the rest of him as it focused on only one spot. After one final jolt of his muscles, he fell on top of her. She was standing perfectly still, almost afraid that she would ruin his orgasm.

They lied there like that, not fully knowing how long it lasted.

“My god,” she chuckled, her eyes still glazed from their actions.

“My god, indeed.” Loki stepped back and let his eyes wander over her body as she desperately tried to dress herself. Her legs were so shaky, she could barely stand by herself.

“We’ve gotta do that again.” The words had spilled from her mouth unconsciously, the haze of the orgasm still clouding her thoughts.

“Oh, my sweetheart, there’s no way I’m ever letting go of you again.”

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Can you write a headcannon about Alice Cullen with Sub Human mate

nsfw ahead! (16+ pls)

i feel like she’d be a soft dom

“you’re doing so well for me, kitten”

“look at you all spread out for me like this”

but she’d also edge you for hours

she doesn’t need sleep so she never gets tired of it

alice is the best at aftercare, however

and then she'd cuddle you while you sleep and recover

in the morning, she brings you breakfast in bed with your coffee/tea

overall, she just treats you like a princess

she loves when you tell her about your day or your dreams

but she really just likes the sound of your voice

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 ✧˖*°࿐

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I giggle at most smut fics cause well most are kind of cringe but your writing is amazing?? you passed the ace vibe check now.

The Dirt Of The City

Bruce Wayne x fem!reader

summary: A shadow who carries all the dirt of the city, just to drip it back to the drain from your bathroom.

word count: 0.9k

warnings: smut, the reader has pubic hair(mentioned it just once though), fingering, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, mutual masturbation (kinda), lmk if there is anything I missed

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A/N: Holy moly! I haven't written smut in ages and I guess this will be the second smut fic I post here, chills! Also this idea was dragged in my mind by @novaresque so blame her for that. (or thank, idk man)

+18 CONTENT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

The hot streams of water spill through your body, cleansing the shampoo at your hair as you massage your scalp gently. Your fingers jog into the crown of your head, following a path to your nape.

A shadow appeared on the curtain, rising from the dead of the night, slipping out of his clothes to sneak behind you. A shadow who carries all the dirt of the city, just to drip it back to the drain from your bathroom.

His fingers dig into the fat of your waist, lips ghosting over your shoulders. The shivers run through your body, you speak as your eyes flutter open. “You can’t come in like that anymore.” He hums in response, pulling you to his chest as his fingers start to wander around your stomach. “Bruce,” you warn as he napes at your neck.

It started as a quick fuck with the billionaire. One became two, two became more. He’d come and leave, getting what he wants and not looking back. And you didn’t mind it as long as the sex was good. But there were some days he didn’t leave in the morning, days he spent with you in your place. He wasn’t the hang-out type of guy; he’d look at your books, your vintage record collections, the paintings in the living room, and watch you as you do your daily chores and stuff. He was harmless, like a lazy cat, but that was the thing that had you worried; you were bonding to him, smitten with his attraction. And it had to stop.

When you reach out to stop his hands from wandering, they slip down, gently pulling the strands on your cunt. You gasp and feel his smirk against the side of your ear. He goes further, pinches your clit, jolting your body and your fingers coalesce into his hair in response. He continues his abuse on your clit as one leg props between yours to keep you standing.

A small shriek falls from your lips as the water turns cold, you jump and turn to him, facing him for the first time. He is quick to cage you between his body and the wall and lets his gaze fall to yours. The smeared makeup around his eyes ruins more from the water, slowly cleans it and you realize. You missed him. “It’s been two weeks.”

His gaze lingers down and reaches a thumb to your hardened nipple. “I was busy.” his thumb toys with your nipple as the rest of his hand cups your breast, eyes fixated on them. You caress the scarred skin, each and every one of you can reach at the moment until you grasp his chin.

“You can’t keep doing this,” your voice is softer than you planned, all the courage and roughness melting under his gaze. Your thumb glances at his lower lip, he pulls you by the waist as your lips crushed each other, teeth are frisking as the tongues fight for dominance.

Hands roaming over one another's body, searching for a grip to hold on to, a point to drag the other’s frustration out from their body. The feeling of the cold water makes you hiss, you cling to Bruce’s hair tighter as his lips laps at your neck; kissing, licking, biting, marking.

One hand slides down to your folds and you wrap a leg around his waist. His fingers circle your entrance before he pushes two of them in. A moan rips your throat as he quickly finds that spot he memorized, soon to be swallowed by his lips. He pumps in and out steadily, pads of his fingers caressing your sweet spot. You reach out at his cock, starting to stroke it lazily. Your pants fill the bathroom, the cold water almost feels good on your burning skin. The overwhelmed pleasure becomes unbearable at the moment that his thumb starts to play the button of your clit and you let go with a cry when your eyes meet. You shake, spasm as he helps you ride it out.

Forehead to forehead when he pulls out his fingers, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean without breaking the gaze. You whine at his action, ready to feel him inside. He kisses you again, this time you taste yourself in his mouth and you moan into the kiss; pulling him closer, grinding on him as the neediness captures your body.

You hear him chuckle, or your mind is too fuzzy to process the world around you, you think he’s laughing. His calloused fingers dig on your waist again that night, this time not gentle, as he lines up himself and pushes his cock inside your cunt. He goes slow, letting your walls swallow him as you both moan at the sensation.

Soon his thrusts aren’t slow and tender. The brutal pace he picked leaves your mouth hanging open, nails chucking crescent-shaped marks on his broad shoulders. He picks your free leg up, wrapping it on his waist, and dives onto your breasts as he fucks you into oblivion. You tug onto his hair harshly as he bites your nipple, moaning in sync at the moment. Your walls clamp around his shaft as he twitches inside you, both aware the other's orgasm is reaching.

It doesn’t take too long for you to reach your orgasms, incoherent curses and the echoes of your names hit the walls of your bathroom and you feel so full with his cum deep inside you. With the bliss of your orgasm, you say something you will regret later. “Stay here tonight.”

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Reality || Stephen Strange X Fem!Reader

Summary: You've been obsessed with your best friend's dad for ages. And it's becoming dangerous.

Author's Notes: I've had this sitting in my WIP's for ages and I thought I'd finish it! I absolutely love best friend's dad au's ngl so I had a joy writing this. Also, I noticed that I need to write more for Stephen, he makes my heart ache. This fic is lustful, it's sinful, it's everything you've ever wanted so without further ado, hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Minors DNI, or I will block you, +18 only, daddy kink, age gap, rough sex, slight dumbification if you squint I dunno, dilf!Stephen might cause a heart attack

It was always the glances.

Always the glances from him that made your thoughts wander.

Any usual day by the pool with your best friend and he would appear at the patio door, with a beer in his hand asking you both if you would want a drink. His eyes lingering on your body for a second more than he should. Blurring the lines of what was appropriate for a second only.

Yes. Yes, I would love a drink.

Always using the same words to reply, not wanting to admit that it was him that you wanted. That you wanted a drink of him.

He would stay around a bit too long whenever you arrived at their house, asking if you were okay. Reassuring that if you ever needed anything, anything, you could just ask.

Sometimes you would actually believe that you could be able to. But then it would occur to you that he was your best friend's dad.

That it would be a sin to pursue your desires.

So you would always try to be polite, to smile at the right times without making eye contact for too long.

Acting as though you weren’t making an attempt to look perfect for simple sleepovers, pretending that the short skirts weren’t intended for his hungry gaze.

Dr Stephen Strange.

Only living in those stolen seconds, becoming accustomed to the promises he made with his eyes.

Promises that he wasn’t likely to keep. Unless he wanted to ruin you.

Ruin himself.

It was a cloudy day, the kind that had you huddling up in your coat in an attempt to block the wind from seeping in through the seams. It was rather pointless.

So was hoping that you wouldn’t stumble into him when you arrived at his house.

The door swung open and you had only half expected him to be the one to open it.

"Is Zee home?" You blurted out.

He took a moment to let his eyes linger over your figure, and you could see the desperate hunger in his eyes.

"She's not. Her mother called an hour ago, said she was in town and wanted to see her," Stephen chuckled, "You know how unpredictable she can be."

"Yeah, I do." You found yourself letting out a small laugh. And just before you were about to excuse yourself, you heard Stephen speak up.

"Would you like to come in?" He asked. No, it wasn't like a question. It was more of a demand, a need. He needed you to come in and he let you know that.

You found yourself nodding and following him inside.

Stephen already knew you would come after him as he walked into the kitchen.

He had opened a bottle of wine and was seemingly enjoying it by himself. He didn't bother asking if you wanted to drink or not, simply picking out a glass for you.

Your hands brushed against his when he handed it over.

Your breath became tight in your throat when his eyes filled with hunger.

He was too close.

Far too close.

You averted your gaze and found yourself unable to tear your eyes away from his chest that was peeking out from the top of his shirt.

You swallowed.

He loomed over you.

And it was almost enough for the tension to swallow you whole but he backed away. To refill his own cup.

He had only offered a drink anyway. Not anything else. Just a drink.

With the need of support, you leaned against the counter. The hard surface gave you a grip on reality.

And you knew you needed reality more than ever with Dr Stephen Strange.

"How have you been?" He asked and the simple question felt too much.

"I've been fine. Absolutely fine."

His lips curled up into a half smile and you saw the pure lust in his eyes.

It was pointless to deny but somehow you both still managed to act as though there was nothing going on between you.

Maybe it was the righteous desire to do the right thing.

Maybe it was the fact that you both wanted another who was off limits morally.

But with an empty house and a glass of wine, the lines of what was allowed and what was not seemed to blur.

"Maybe we should move to the living room," Stephen offered and with your knees already weak, you nodded as a reply.

You knew the house by memory, so you walked and Stephen allowed you to take a seat first. You dropped your body down onto the couch elegantly, making sure your short skirt wouldn't reveal too much as you sat.

It wasn't a surprise when Stephen sat beside you. He crossed his legs, with one arm propped behind his head as his elbow rested on the couch cushions. He was facing you with his whole body and you noticed that the distance between you did not make a difference.

You could practically feel his hands all over you without him even moving a muscle.

His eyes said it all.

"Mr Strange?" You asked tentatively.

He brought the glass to his lips, "Please, call me Stephen, Y/N. We've known each other for so long, I don't see the point with all the formalities."

And to think that you were the one who had been teasing him. He was practically playing your strings, drawing out responses that made you fluster.

"Stephen," you breathed out. Deciding that two could play this game. You had already forgotten what you were going to ask him, or if you were going to ask him anything at all in the first place.

Something seemed to snap in his eyes.

With movements that resembled a cat, he placed his glass down onto the coffee table ever so slowly. Trapped under his hungry gaze, unable to move, you sat helplessly as he brought his hand closer to your body.

He rested it on your naked thigh.

And you almost melted by his touch alone. It made you notice that you did not need the wine to feel drunk. He was enough to drive away all sense from your mind.

Stephen was testing the waters. He did not move his hand, and you did not dare make a sound.

Simply, you took another long drink from your glass without breaking your eye contact. Drinking hungrily, wanting to show him just how hungry you were.

You felt his hand start to move. When you looked down, you saw his large hand that was covered in scars spread out against your flesh possessively. His thumb was gently toying with the hem of your skirt.

Your stomach hollowed with the sudden sharp intake of your breath.

Stephen looked pleased.

"Do you want this?" He asked.

You nodded.

"No, answer me. With your words. Do you want this?" Stephen's voice was firm, his grip tightening around your thigh. It was a pure show of power, inserting his dominance before you even did anything, reminding you who was in charge.

"I do want this," you said hurriedly, not caring of making a fool of yourself. "I've wanted this for so long, you can't even imagine."

The look of pride spread on his face.

"Oh, I know, pretty girl. I know just how much you've wanted me. How you've been teasing me ever since you laid your eyes on me." His hand started to move higher and you didn't dare move. "How you wear these short skirts, how you press your body against me while you're passing by me, even though there's enough space. You're a tease, little girl and I've wanted to let you know that you won't get away with it."

Your eyes almost rolled back with pleasure as he spoke with his hand caressing the soft skin between your thighs.

He was so, so, close.

And he was letting his fingers linger below the ache between your legs just to torture you.

"How I've wanted to grip you tightly and teach you a lesson," he said, inching closer. He patted your legs and you understood the cue to open them wider.

"That's it, I've gotta see what I'm gonna work with. Don't you think so?"

Your throat seemed dry. "Yes."

Stephen tutted, "I think a simple 'yes' won't suffice. What about calling me 'daddy', sweetheart? I know you want to. I can see it in your eyes, hear it on the tip of your tongue."

You gasped quietly. It was as though he was reading your thoughts. All you wished to do was jump up and down on his cock as you screamed 'daddy'.

So it was easy to give him what he wanted, because it was all you ever wanted.

"Yes, daddy."

He chuckled deeply, darkly and it sent a shiver that ran straight down to your cunt. When he lifted your skirt, he smirked.

"Lie down."

His words were spoken with intent and all you could do was comply. Shuffling around, you put your head against the arm of the couch and spread your legs so Stephen could settle between them.

Unable to believe that he was ordering you around, you desperately needed to touch him. You needed to rip that tight black shirt off him and run your hands down his chest.

But you knew Stephen would not allow you.

Not yet.

You could see the victory in his eyes but Stephen was not like the boys you were used to. No, Stephen was a man. A man who was patient. A man who had waited ages to get what he wanted and he was going to enjoy all the time he got. His focus was on you and you only as he lifted your skirt to reveal your deep purple satin panties.

The look he gave you was feral.

But his actions were of a man that was in control.

So you let yourself slip into the grip he had over you.

"Is this for me?"

With your intentions caught, you felt your whole body heating up. Of course you had put them on dreaming of the slightest possibility that this may happen.

Everything was always for him.

"Yes, daddy."

"Aw, look how pretty they are. I love them, sweetheart. But I think we've gotta take them off, cause they've become awfully wet. I'd hate to make you feel uncomfortable."

You swallowed deeply, ready for anything he had to give.

A small yelp of shock left your lips when you saw Stephen lower his head and bite the material. He used his mouth and his mouth only to bring them down to your knees as you shuffled your hips in assistance. Then he used his hands to fully discard them.

A part of you wanted to cover your face but the other wanted to watch him until the end of time.

Expertly, he pressed his hand directly onto your clit without warning and you moaned.

"Someone's eager," he hummed with delight. His experience was obvious as he started to circle the small nub with practiced ease. Maybe that was why you were so drawn to him. You knew he would be able to turn you into a mess with ease.

It felt so wrong.

And that was what made everything so compelling.

So right.

"I want you so bad, daddy."

His eyes, his presence, the way he rubbed your clit, his voice and how he spoke like you were a baby unable to grasp the simplest of concepts already had you ready to come right there and then.

And you could not believe it.

Stephen had barely touched you.

Yet as he continued to pleasure you persistently you noticed that he had been touching you for months. The intensity of his gaze had been foreplay and this was merely the outcome.

"Are you going to come?" He chuckled with his touch becoming more insistent.

You could see how badly he wanted to watch you come undone. How he wanted to be the one to ruin you.

And you him.

So you moaned loudly for his pleasure as much as yours and gasped, "Yes, I'm so close. Please, please, please."

The begs became a chant on your lips as he pushed you over the edge.

You found your body shaking uncontrollably, with your voice disappearing momentarily.

Words and meaning disappeared as you floated in the waves of pleasure.

"That's it, there's a good girl. Where have you been, little one? If I knew you would come so easily I would have trapped you in some corner ages ago. That's it, take a deep breath now. We don't want you overwhelming yourself."

Guiding you back to reality, his voice was soft and assuring.

Then you heard his belt unbuckling.

Your eyes regained focus and you saw Stephen lowering his pants and boxers down just enough for his cock to spring free.

And it was everything you ever wanted.

He didn't give you a warning before he gripped your arse and positioned you so he could push his cock into you with one swift motion.

"Fuck!" You yelled, not caring about the neighbours hearing.

But as quick as he was inside of you, he was out again.

He grinned darkly as he watched you eyes grow wide with shock and then entered you again.

And then he pulled back out.

"Stephen," you whined.

"Not, Stephen." He had a warning look on his face and then he thrusted deep.

"Daddy!" You were choking for air. Stephen didn't move. His cock was twitching inside of you as he leaned over, with both his hands at the side of your head.

You could smell the wine on his breath.

It made you notice that he had not kissed you yet. But it was apparent that he was aware of it and was holding himself back from the way his eyes lingered on your lips.

"What do you want me to do?"

Your cunt was so sensitive from your orgasm and you felt every inch of him inside of you as he waited motionless.

You gripped at his shirt, pulling him closer. "I want you to fuck me, daddy."

Stephen let out a groan and his hips started to snap at a ruthless pace.

It was as though an animal had awoken in you both. As you screamed and swore and said unspeakable things to each other as Stephen fucked you like his life depended on it.

He closed his body over you and you could barely breathe with your face pressed against his neck. You bit and clawed at every inch of flesh that you could reach.

"Fuck," he breathed out and turned his head. You were out of your mind when he claimed your lips with his own and let your moans pour into him.

He kissed and fucked like a starved man. And it made you realise just how obsessed you had been with him, as you took everything he had to offer with absolute lust.

"I'm going to come," he growled in a low pitch and gave your lip a harsh bite.

You nodded and dug your heels into his backside, trying to push him in deeper if it was even possible.

Stephen wrapped his arms around you and fucked you deeper into the cushions as his breathing became rapid.

His lips never left your mouth and he came with his tongue wrapped around yours.

You felt spurts of the warmth pool on your stomach and Stephen shuddered and groaned until he was finished.

And then he slumped on top of you.

Feeling his weight against your body was soothing. You lowered your legs, and tried to calm the shaking of your limbs.

Despite fucking you so hard to leave you numb, Stephen had suddenly become a kitten. Purring against your neck as he left lazy kisses against your tender skin with your fingers wrapped in his hair.

Most probably because he worried that he would crush you with his weight, he sat up and you realised that you were both still fully dressed.

Stephen pulled his pants up and you straightened your skirt as you sat up.

You watched your knees.

Waited.

Waited for the part where the regret would come seeping in.

"Come here," he said.

You looked up to him and saw his arms were wide open.

Stephen always took your ability of making logical decisions away.

You should have ran, got away from there as fast as you could.

Because now that you knew how good he was, how good you were together, there was no way this wouldn't become addicting.

Instead, you cuddled up to him and let the warmth of his freshly fucked body dissolve into yours. Feeling his large arms around your body felt soothing.

"You're not gonna regret this are you?" He mumbled against your hair and just as you were about to answer, you heard the doorbell.

With the panic of getting away from him, you toppled down your wine glass, that you had set on the floor at some point, spilling the red liquid all across the carpet.

Stephen brought his fingers to his lips and exited the room to open the door.

You found yourself panicking.

Reality came crashing down like a fountain when Stephen returned with Zee by his side.

Fuck.

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I SWEAR TO GOD YOUR WRITING IS SO FUN!!

— red wine & cigarettes.

pairing: stephen strange x fem!reader

genre: smut, pwp

word count: 1.4k

warnings: smoking, drinking, stephen smokes in this, daddy kink, oral (giving), bd.sm relationship, dom!stephen, sub!reader, dirty talking, minors dni

You feel dirty but in the best way possible.

His hand idly lays on the back of your head, stroking your hair as you go up and down his wet cock. The sheets graze against your body, sliding lower and lower, leaving your upper body bare. Scent of burnt tobacco fills the room, the smoke goes up your nostrils and makes your breath hitch. Your throat vibrates around his cock, Stephen chuckles, sucking on the end of the cigarette he takes a deep puff. His chest rises up and goes down as he parts his lips and blows the smoke towards you. It makes your eyes water. You push deeper, the tip of his length tickling the back of your throat. Stephen lets out a relaxed moan, his head falling back to the headboard of the bed.

“God, that feels good,” he rasps, bringing the cigarette to his lips. “Do you enjoy being daddy’s little cock slut?”

You fluster at his words, refusing to look at him, you pull all the way back, only the tip remaining between your damp lips. Your tongue goes in circles around the head and dips into the slit, precum coating the inside of your mouth. The mere taste of it is enough to make you moan, your cunt drips down, tickling your thighs and making a sound similar to raindrops hitting the glass. His blunt nails rake against your scalp and you shudder.

He lets out another puff of smoke.

“You should answer when asked a question,” he says, voice deep and nonchalant. “Look up,”

You do as you’re told and look up to him between heavy lids. Your lips let go of his cock and you tilt your head as you start to slide your tongue down his cock, trailing the vein. Silence follows his command, he licks his lips and places the cigarette between his lips once more. Stephen inhales and exhales, the smoke caressing your face as it passes through you. Your eyes burn and your eyelids flutter.

“Tell me what you are?” he asks this time, his chest rumbling. His nails dig in deeper to your scalp, a threat.

Your lips part with a gasp, “A cock slut,”

“Who’s?”

Your heart thuds loudly against your chest and your mind begins to fall, to where, you had no idea.

“Yours.”

“Close but not quite,” his lips twist into a smirk. “Let’s try this again, who am I?”

Involuntarily your hips buck, the edge of his cock still against your glistening lips. You want to touch yourself, you want him to touch you. His voice is like a chant, deep and melodic, enticing you and urging you to listen. You take in a shaky breath, your chest heaving as he places the cigarette on the edge of the ashtray. Stephen picks up the wine glass that stood idly on the bedside table, he twirls it, the red liquid sloshing inside. Your pupils were dilated, little of the color of your eyes visible, you could watch him forever.

“Daddy,”

His lips stretch into a full on grin, he brings the glass to his lips and takes a large gulp. You expectantly watch his adam's apple, waiting for it to move, but it doesn’t. Stephen removes his hand from your head and gestures with his forefinger that you should come closer. You quickly obliged. Climbing up his body and dragging your soaking cunt against his muscular thigh. You shudder at the feeling, your own legs quivering as you find friction. His free hand finds your chin and grasps it between his fingers, pulling you closer so you would straddle his waist. Stephen’s fingers slid to the side of your face and scratches the back of your ear, if possible you would purr for him. He urges you to come closer, and you do so until your lips touch his. Your breasts graze against his chest, stimulating your nipples as you slowly move up and down.

Stephen parts your lips with his tongue, the red wine pouring from his mouth into yours. The bittersweetness of it coats your tongue as some of it drips down the side of your lips. You eagerly swallow what he’s offering, gulping as you rock your hips up and down. You feel the length of his cock rubbing between your folds. It’s hard and wet. Your mouth waters, your cunt throbbing as he parts away. Stephen takes another sip from his glass and presses his lips against yours, the wine slides down your throat. You can barely breathe, your lungs burning as the fluid goes down. Your loins burn with want, you need him– More than you ever had before.

He pulls back, an evident smirk gracing his handsome features. Your lips part as your gasp for hair, your legs starting to quiver as you strive to move your hips. Stephen pulls back only a little, twirling the glass an inch away from your face to show that, there still was, red wine in it. He slowly places the glass rim against his red lips and drinks the remaining but does not swallow, placing the glass back. His fingers curl around the nape of your neck and slam you against his lips.

This time the kiss is messy– wetter than before. He shoves his tongue between your lips, wine dripping from both of your mouths. Some of it goes down your throat, but most of it slides down your bodies and stains the sheets. Now the scent of rotten grapes mixes with the smell of tobacco.

Stephen squeezes your neck and you pull back, your tongue dangling from your mouth as your body continues to bob up and down. He chuckles.

“Please,” you break out in a sob. “Please, I need you– Daddy,”

He growls, burying his face between your breast and kissing the skin. You feel his teeth nibbling the side of your breast, his hand on your nape sliding down your back and laying on your hips.

“Well daddy’s all out of wine and cigarettes so there isn’t much of a choice now, is there?”

Before you can reply he has you laying on your stomach, your face now buried into the pillows he was resting his back on not moments ago. Stephen raises your ass into the air and places his hands against the small of your back, pushing you down. His cock slides between your wet folds and as it grazes against your clit your body shivers, a moan parting from your muffled lips.

“You’re so wet,” he groaned, slowly thrusting his hips. “Has daddy teased you a bit too much today?”

You sob into the pillows, the covers now wet with your salty tears as you furiously nod. His hands go up your back, soothing your tense muscles. He shushes you.

“My poor sweet girl,” he cooes. “Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel good–”

Your body jolts as Stephen buries his cock into you with one swift motion. You turn your head so you can breathe, your cheek pressed against the wet pillow. He doesn’t stop, pulling all the way back and slamming his hips again and again and again. You feel dizzy, your whole body throbbing as his cock hits all the right places. Screaming out his name, you clutch the sheets, he’s telling you something but you can’t hear him– He feels too good. Your entire body tingling as he rolls his hips while fully inside, a choked out moan rips from your throat. All your senses are only occupied with him. You don’t remember the rest nor do you want to.

Stephen’s hand slides from your back to your stomach and goes down. The mere graze of his fingers against your clit has you howling. Your cunt squeezes around him, his fingers now mercilessly toying with the sensitive nub. Heat pools in your stomach, the pleasure becoming overwhelming as his thrusts get rougher. Tears stream down your face, you want to cum, you want to cum, you want to–

“I want to cum!” you scream out, your arm blindly reaching out to him. “Please daddy, please!”

You let out a breath of relief when you feel his long fingers curling around yours, his thumb stroking the inside of your wrist, feeling the vein. He answers you with his actions, the slamming of his hips becoming stronger and the fingers on your clit moving faster. Your whole body tingles, you’re so close, you can feel it, feel the impending orgasm nearing and nearing, until finally it washes over you like a wave.

“Fuck daddy,” you moan, the wet noses coming from your cunt getting louder. “Thank you, thank you, thank you–”

Your body spasms, quivering as his hips continue to move inside of you. They don’t stop nor do they slow down– The only difference being that he pulled away his fingers.

“Thank me after it’s over,” he rasps, his fingers digging into your waist. “We’re nowhere near done–”

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Please write a Alice Cullen smut 😭

you gripped onto your girlfriend's short hair as she lapped at your soaking cunt. moans repeatedly slipped from your lips, only encouraging her.

toes curling and legs shaking, you came on her face as she continued to tongue fuck you. alice removed your hands from her head and threaded her fingers through yours.

"how do you feel honey?" she asks you, and you nearly melt at the sound of her angelic voice.

"like I'm in heaven," you sigh and she kisses your lips softly.

"think you can come again for me?" she begins trailing kisses down your neck.

"anything for you," you whimper.

"aw, how sweet!"

🏷️ @fandomwritersworld @scandalous-chaos @bluetreecloud20 @wolfstarxstarchaser @a-lil-bit-nuts @analove26 @illloveyou @juliasvechaho

sub characters my beloveeddd

so im thinking abt slight sub james sucking readers tits bc he's like stressed and annoyed and also like a bit of a mommy kink, basically him being whiny and begging 😩

Stress relief (0.9k)

summary: james had a long day, and he finds relief in sucking your tits

pairing: james potter x fem!reader

warnings: smut, titty sucking, fingering

a/n: HEREEEEEE this was short, so sorry baby

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The first thing you noticed when James stumbled into your shared room was his heavy expression. His face was turned down to stalk the floor as he started to complain about his day whilst simultaneously shedding his outerwear.

"S'just been a shitty day, lovie." He grumbled, fixing an annoyed expression on his face.

"What happened? Did you at least have fun on your roadtrip?" You chuckled at him to try and lighten his mood.

"No, because again, Pads and Moony insisted on snogging right in front of my face. They really don't know what boundaries mean, huh?" He groaned, rubbing his forehead stressfully.

"You need some stress relief, Jamie?" You asked out of the blue, biting your lip to try and make the point obvious as James widened his eyes to face you.

He walked closer to where you were slumping on your bed, white sheets covering your body up till your neck. "What'd you have in mind?"

Without answering further you then bring down the sheets to your waist, revealing your lingerie clad tits in front of him. James' mouth grew dry at the sight, white lace barely covering anything but your nipples. The fabric surrounding your nipples were absolutely see through, James half groaned half whined when you teased him by perking them up with your fingers. "Fuck, baby." He chuckled lowly, eyes hungrily taking in the sight before him.

He tried to reach his hand to cup them bur you slapped his hand away. "Gotta ask for 'em, baby. Wanna be good for me, right? Then y'gotta ask for my tits."

"Can I have them please? Please, baby. Wanna suck them, hold them, please." He begged, your eye instantly glued to his growing bulge.

"Go on." You say simply, urging him to take of your bra by slipping one strap off your shoulder.

James doesn't waste any time, one second he's there like a pretty, whining, boy— The second his hands are groping your tits and tearing off the lingerie quickly. Then once your tits are free from the confines of your bra, his warm mouth is welcoming one breast.

You whine as soon as he sucks it with fervor, his tongue rolling the hardened bud around and his hand teasingly pinching your unoccupied tit. "I love how you feel on my mouth, so soft and hard." He mutters, words garbled against you.

"Mhm, feels good." You say simply, running a hand through his thick hair as you coax him slowly.

James nips his teeth against your nipple and makes you cry out in pleasure, your panties dampening as he sucks harder. "Mm." He hums, "Love your tits, mommy." He whines, looking up at you as his eyes glint.

You can't help but grow wetter at him like this. When he's desperate, whining, and begging for you at times he's feeling subby. When all he needs is to please you or feel you, that's the best thing you can imagine. James continues sucking, his head resting on the valley of your breasts, greedily trying to fit you whole into his mouth. From the position he's in, you can see his tongue licking you, flicking your nipple and sucking harshly.

You smile softly at James, arching your back just a little when he pulls away. James presses a kiss on your tit, his cock growing tighter when he catches sight of his saliva shining on your tits. Then his mouth pinches it and he's delving to suck your other breast.

You keep arching your back, whiny moans escaping your mouth as pure pleasure drowns out your thoughts. James sneaks one hand to meet your lace panties, slipping a finger inside and feeling the wetness coat his finger. "Touch me, Jamie." You urge him in-between moans and arch your back desperately while his mouth is still latched on your tit.

His fingers make quick work as he rubs your clit quickly, wanting you to feel as good as he takes comfort in your breasts. His fingers are making you feel so, so good. His mouth sucking and pinching your nipples until they were softening and hardening after every pull.

Your breathing is getting hard, the familiar knotting feeling present in your stomach. "I'm close, baby." You mutter out of breath, your grip on his hair getting rougher.

At the last second, when James already feels your climax approaching, his finger rubs your clit harshly until you're arching your back. He manages to pull away from your breast, pressing a soft kiss on your nipple before laying his head in the middle of your chest, buried between your soft breasts. "Let go f'me." He grunts, fingers swirling in your cunt and trying to get you there.

With one last moan, you reach your orgasm and your panting tiredly. Though you looked deliciously pleasured, you still hold a small smile to assure James that he was good. 

A sudden hardness poked at your thigh, smirking when you saw the rosy tint enter James' cheeks. He quickly presses a kiss on your mouth, hard and needy to tell you wordlessly that he needs your hand on his cock. Then he mutters against you, "Need your hand, mommy." Smirking and flushing at the same time, his face buried between your neck.

"You think you deserve it?" You tease, although you're already quick to remove James' belt and slowly, playfully unzipping his trousers.

"Mhm, please. Please, need you." He whines in your ear, hips bumping yours.

"Alright, let's take care of you then."

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the gentleness! the intimacy!! 🥺🥺🥺

— soft dark nothing.

pairing: steven grant x fem!reader

genre: hurt/comfort, smut

word count: 3.6k

summary: Steven's been suffering from nightmares for a while now, you should've known better than to startle him awake.

warnings: reader accidentally getting wounded and bleeding but it's a very small wound nothing drastic, steven suffering from nightmares, i imagine this happening prior to the show so steven doesn't really know about marc yet, slow sensual love making with a lot of emotions, cumming inside, reader rides steven,

also "la tadhhab" means "do not go" in arabic (this might be wrong i used google translate)

a/n: okay while writing this i wasn't sure if steven tied himself with a chain or a rope so i went with chain then i learned it's like a wire or something but i just rolled with it, enjoy! <33

You hear the rattle of chains first. A sharp inhale, a stuttered breath.

The sheets that keep you warm slides down your body, leaving you cold and uncomfortable. Your eyes gently flutter open, a tear dropping from your eyes as you yawn. The room is completely engulfed in darkness, only the lights of the cars passing by shining upon the white ceiling. You can feel the warmth of Steven’s body near you, his bare foot dragging against your cold skin as he shifts under the thick sheets. He’s muttering something you can’t quite hear, lips moving frantically while his hands ball into fists. He mutters something you assume in french but it sounds too foreign to your heart.

Now wide awake, and cold, you stare at the ceiling not really knowing what to do. You count the car lights that reflect on the ceiling, taking in deep breaths as you do. Steven’s mumbling becomes louder, after many nights of being with him it reaches your ears in the form of a soothing melody. While your relationship was fresh and new, you would wake him up when he got too loud, or when you were positive that he was seeing the most wretched nightmares humanly possible. But the end result was never good, he would panic way too much, his sense of his whereabouts completely lost in the darkness of his mind. After a while you just stopped shaking him awake, besides he always seemed to calm down after a while.

A gust of cold wind blows and your gaze shifts to the open windows, the dark curtains dancing along with gentle caresses of the subtle breeze. A sigh leaves your lips, if Steven was going to be hugging the sheets all night it was best to close the windows. Or else he might find a popsicle rather than a girlfriend by morning.

Another groan leaves your lips and you forcefully pull yourself away from the comfort of your pillows. As your toes touch the wooden floors a shiver climbs up your spine, another gust of wind blows. While you mentally prepare in order to actually get out of bed, you hear Steven groaning, he throws his arm to the side, fingers grazing against your hips. The feeling of his blunt nails scraping against the thin layer of your pajama bottoms makes you shudder.

“La tadhhab,”

You have no idea what he’s saying but there’s a soft tone to it, affectionate is the only word you can describe it as. A smile spreads across your lips and you finally manage to stand up. Goosebumps coats your skin as you hurriedly make your way towards the windows, quickly closing them, you rush back to Steven’s side.

The bed dips under your weight as you snuggle close to Steven. His mumbling has quieted down completely, only the movements of his eyelids twitching visible in his body. Happy to see him more relaxed, you press your face against the crook of his neck, the scent of his skin reaches your nostrils in the form of cinnamon and vanilla. You can almost hear the faint thudding of his quickly beating heart. Your hand caresses his covered torso, trailing all the way up to the bare part of his upper chest. You can’t help the fact that your own heart begins to beat faster, or the way your breath hitches as you feel the warmth of his skin under your fingertips–

“Don’t you dare touch me!”

Steven suddenly jolts up, his fingers wrapping firmly around your wrist as he twists it. A jolt of pain shots throughout your body and you squeal, the pressure of his nails breaks the skin, the faintest amount of blood beginning to trickle down your wrist. You try to pull away but his hold is too strong, finally your eyes meet his– He looks absolutely delirious, pupils blown wide while his chest trembles. Despite the taste of fear on your tongue, you manage to take in deep breaths, calming yourself before you speak.

“Steven,” you say softly but audible enough to make his eyebrow raise. “Steven, it's me. We’re in your apartment, in London. You’re okay, just take in deep breaths.”

The transition is slow but you can see it as clear as day. He slowly lowers his dark eyebrows, the faint glimmer in his eyes returning as they continually scan your face. Steven’s grip on your wrist loosens, his fingers wet and warm due to the blood, the amount too much for such a small wound. His other hand raises to your cheek, gently cupping the side of your face as he lets out a stuttered breath. Your eyes follow the way he licks his lips, scrunching up his nose he tastes the morning breath. His chest raises and as it does you can hear the tick tocks of a clock that isn’t there. The two of you let out a deep breath at the same time. Feeling the crevice of his fingers you lean into his touch, pressing the frame of your face further into his palm.

“What–” Steven’s voice breaks. “What just happened?”

“Another nightmare,”

The realization in his eyes grows, his lips forming the smallest of “oh”’s. He drags his fingers to your neck, your pulse beating rapidly under the tips of them. His eyes travel down your figure, lingering on the wrist he’s still holding. You swallow. Panic fills his kind eyes, his lips part with a strained breath as his thumb draws small circles against the skin. Red traces follow and form dark shapes against it. Suddenly he lets go and your hand drops to the sheets, he flinches away, chest collapsing in on itself as he scutters away from you as much as he can.

“Bullocks,” he sharply whispers into the night. “I-I’m sorry– I’m so so sorry– Just wait there a second I’ll be right back with a washcloth or tissue or something– J-Just wait right there–”

Before you can stop him, Steven rushes out of bed, the sound of metal clashing against each other echoes in the tiny apartment and a loud thud follows, then a pain filled groan.

“Steven,” you call out to him, crawling towards his side of the bed. “God, are you alright? Are you hurt?”

Another groan follows as you look down, you can barely see him in the dark. Steven’s sprawled against the floor, hands covering his face while he takes in deep breaths. You reach out, fingertips grazing his forearm, the small hairs that cover his skin tickles you. It pains you when he flinches away and you swiftly retract your arm. Another huffed breath ripples out of his throat.

“It’s nothing serious, don't worry about it,” you attempt to console him, knowing that it does little to do so. “Just a little cut. I promise that I’m alright,”

“You’re bleeding. Because of me.” his voice is muffled under his palms. “It doesn’t matter to me if it’s serious or not,”

“Hey, come back to bed Steven. Please.”

Silence follows your request but your gaze upon him never wavers, only worry filling your chest. Finally Steven sighs and drags his palms away from his face. He looks at you momentarily before climbing back to bed, he sits right at the edge, eyes locked to the floor. He resembles a child that’s just been reprimanded which is the exact opposite of what you want him to be feeling. You crawl next to him, your shoulders momentarily brushing against one another. This time Steven doesn’t flinch away. Instead he leans in closer, pressing more of his flesh against yours. Suddenly you remember how cold you are.

“I feel like I’m falling apart,” Steven finally speaks. His gaze is locked to the floor but you know his mind is much farther away, eyes clouded with an emotion you’re unfamiliar with. “Day and night, it’s always a struggle. I don’t even remember the last time I’ve rested. Now, I’ve even managed to hurt you,”

Your heart breaks into a million pieces at his words, at the tone of his voice, gently placing a hand on his cheek, you force his gaze upon you.

“You didn’t hurt me,”

“You’re bleeding.”

“It was my fault. I knew you were seeing a nightmare but touched you anyway, I shouldn’t have,”

“This shouldn’t be an issue you have to face.”

You part your lips to reply but close them immediately, knowing that at this point whatever you said to him would go in one ear and not the other. Instead you continue to watch him. Observing him as he buries himself further down into his own thoughts. You wish you could do more. Fight of the beasts of his inner darkness alongside him but you can’t. Steven, despite being a goofball most of the time, kept that part locked up deep inside him. He never told you about his nightmares. Or what it was that scared him so much. Sometimes as he slept, between whispers you would try to piece together what was happening in his mind but it was all in vain.

Without so much as muttering a word, Steven touches the inside of your wrist. Fingertips grazing against the crescent shaped marks that his nails left. Surely the next day it would scar, but you pay no mind to it, you love him too much to care about trivial things such as this.

But on the other hand, Steven loves you too much to not to care about it.

He raises your wrist to his mouth and pauses when his lips barely touch the wound. The blood is pretty much all dried out, a thin layer of a scab already starting to form. You hold your breath as Steven closes the little distance and places a soft kiss against the abused skin. His lips are warm, soft, full of love, reminding you of milk tea with a bit of added honey. Your heart flutters in your chest and as if he can hear it, he looks up to you, the darkness of his eyes observing your very soul. His lips begin to pepper your skin with kisses, a sharp inhale filling your lungs as the sin of his mouth travels up your arm. A shudder runs up your spine, adding to the tremble of your already cold body.

Steven inches closer to you, his lips lingering at the patch of skin right above your shoulder. You feel the wetness of his tongue, the tip of the muscle trailing up your neck and teeth nipping the corner of your chin. Unbeknownst to you, you had closed your eyes. You only feel Steven– his lips, his tongue, the heat of his body. Much to your dismay, he parts away from you, taking the warmth he brought to your skin along with him. Your eyes open, lips quivering down at the loss of contact. Steven stares at you, his breath ghosting your face as he waits for your given permission. You nod, but at the same time voice your desires in a barely audible whisper.

“Touch me,”

As soon as you utter the words the world around you shifts into slow motion. Steven lays you on the bed, his lips never leaving your skin as he strips you of your clothes. You wish to do the same to him but he’s already bare except for his black boxer shorts. You can feel the hunger, the desperation he has lingering deep within him. He grazes his teeth along your skin, leaving a trail of fading bite marks as he reaches your breasts. You gasp as he sucks one of your nipples into his mouth. Your back arches, pushing more of your flesh between his sinful lips. He’s eager. Tongue drawing circles around the sensitive nub as his teeth gently scrape against it. His hand snakes up your body, fingers spread out against your skin as if he was afraid to leave any part of you untouched. Steven cups your other breast, squeezing it, his fingers play with the sensitive nub. You mewl at the touch, the feel of his skin torching your body as if you were laying on top of the desert's sand. A groan ripples out of Steven’s throat, flicking his tongue against your abused nip. You moan out his name, your nails scraping the back of his head and pulling at his dark hair.

He grinds his hips, dragging his clothed erection against the wetness of your lingerie. An unsolicited moan escapes you, his cock twitching as a response.

Steven drags his tongue down your body, dipping into every curve that you’re offering him. You know what he’s planning to do. And even though you would never say no to Steven eating you out like a man starving, tonight you just want it to be about him and nothing else.

Humming, you tug on his hair and Steven promptly looks up. His gaze is a mixture between worry, self-doubt and ideniable lust. You smile at him, hoping the expression is enough to dismiss his worries.

“I want to be the one taking care of you,” you say and he decorates your stomach with open mouthed kisses. “Lay back down,”

He looks back at you with his brows furrowed, he looks almost offended– No, ashamed. Steven thinks that he’s let you down, disappointed you in some way but that couldn’t be farther from the truth.

“Please?”

The way you flutter your lashes at him convinces him to do as he’s told. With a sigh falling from his lips, he turns, the chain rattling as he moves. Eagerly, you climb on top of him, steading yourself by placing your hands on his chest, his heart beating rapidly under your fingertips. Steven’s breath stutters and a smile spreads across your face. Leaning down, you slowly roll your hips as you close the distance between the two of you. Your heartbeats intertwine, forming a rhythm that you can listen to forever. Steven grabs your hips, squeezing your flesh as you continue to grind against him.

“Steven…” you moan.

“That’s it love,” he groans, lips brushing against yours. “Use me for your own pleasure, yeah?”

The neediness in his voice is enough to make you go feral. You kiss him, long and rough. Teeth clashing against one another, as you take in deep breaths of his scent. It’s intoxicating, mind numbing. Your hands slide to his face, feeling his cheekbones as you push your tongue between his already parted lips. Steven groans into your mouth, his tongue quickly surrendering as you explore his mouth. You take this opportunity to press your tongue against his, he tastes indescribable and you just want more and more. The tick outline of his cock rubs between your clothed cunt, leaving your thighs shaking and burning.

You bite his bottom lip as you pull away, his eyelids flutter, a hiss leaving his swollen lips. After you let go, you lean in once more and flick your tongue against the abused flesh, a groan trembles deep within him. Not wanting to wait anymore, you straighten up and slide your underwear to the side. Swiftly lowering Steven’s boxer’s, a shiver overtakes your body when you lock your eyes with him. His eyes are as dark as the night. Your fingers curl at the base of his cock as you align yourself with the tip. Before you lower yourself you give him a questioning look. His hands claw the sheets, his jaw strained as he answers your gaze.

“Is this okay?” you inquire.

He breathes out.

“Yes, god, yes–”

The feeling of it never changes.

Steven’s cock stretches you to the point you’re feeling a mixture between pleasure and pain, no matter how wet you are that is something that never changes. You carefully sink onto his cock, you have no other choice other than to go slow. Despite your hunger for one another, you cherish the journey of feeling every inch and curve of his length. He feels impeccable. Without even noticing, you close your eyes, head thrown back as you completely lose yourself in the bliss. The sensation of the cold is completely forgotten as every end of your nerve burns with your lust for him. You can feel Steven’s nails digging into your skin, trying very hard to control himself. His eyes are also shut closed, nostrils flaring with every inch he buries into you.

“Does it feel good?” you purr, wincing when his hips slightly thrust up.

Steven only nods, eyes still closed and mouth agape. He’s feeling just as much as you, losing himself in the feeling, all of his worries now pushed to the very back of his mind.

When you’re completely seated, you let out a forced breath. You can feel the constant throbbing of his cock, patiently waiting for you to finally move. The way his cock sits inside is enough to get your eyes rolling into the back of your skull. You want to tell him how good he makes you feel, tell him how much of a fool in love you are for him– But only rapid moans of his name parts from your lips.

What you can’t tell with words, you attempt to convey with action.

You set a slow pace for yourself, gently riding his cock as you let go of yourself. Grinding your hips, you lean forward, your face only an inch away from his while you ride him. Steven stares at you between hooded eyes, lips swollen and parted as your breaths mingle within the air between the two of you. Tears prick the corner of your eyes and you smile, with the roll of your hips you press your damp forehead against his.

“Steven,” you rasped. “I love you so fucking much–”

After all this time Steven is still shocked to hear those three little words. You’ve said it a million times before, and you’ll probably say it a million times after. In all reality it hurts to see him so surprised by your affections, your confessions but this wasn’t the time to voice your concerns. Instead you let him close the distance, the kiss is messy, slow– His lips sloppily sliding against yours as he slides his tongue, tasting everything you have to offer. Spit dribbles down the corner of your mouth, wet trails reaching your chin and disappearing. Groaning into his mouth, your hips move faster, desperately as your thighs quiver everytime you lift yourself up. Steven’s hand trails down from your hips to your ass, he breaks the kiss, a string of saliva still connecting your lips. Your breath hitches.

“Just, just wait,” he rasps. You halt your movements, licking your lips as you gaze into his eyes. “Let me…let me just– For a second,”

You have no idea what he’s going on about but you act as if you understand. Steven’s mouth moves against the underside of your jaw, whispering sweet nothing and praises into your skin as his hips suddenly snaps up into yours. You scream out. The erratic flutter of your heart ringing in your ears as Steven begins to pound into you like a mad man. It burns, tears rolling down your cheeks as you press your face into his chest. His one hand slides up your nape, squeezing it as the fingers of his other hand painfully digs into the flesh of your backside. He soothes you, yet the way he slams his cock hard and deep makes you think he wants to kill you. The sound of skin slapping against skin bouncing off of the walls is accompanied by your loud, wanton moans. You feel his lips against the top of your head and your cunt flutters around his cock, every gush of slick dripping down from his length and staining the white sheets. You cry out. He feels so good, too good and with every thrust he knocks the air out of your lungs, leaving you gasping for air.

“I love you too,” he mutters, his hips stuttering. “Come for me– Please,”

His words are enough to send you over the edge.

Your orgasm hits you like a truck– Violent and hard. A string of moans and heartfelt confessions falling from your parted lips, your body quivering as Steven continues to rock his hips into your oversensitive pussy. His movements now even more desperate and fast, he has you completely sobbing against his chest, begging him to cum inside, begging him to fill you up. He’s eager to please, muttering affirmatives as a response to everything you ask for–

His hips stutter and you feel it, the warmth steadily filling you up as he groans with his arms wrapped around your frame. You bite back a whimper, cunt throbbing and twitching while he squeezes around you. Flattening your tongue against his chest, you leave wet, sloppy kisses all over his burning skin.

Cum spills out around the sides of his length as he pulls out, the sudden emptiness leaving you cold and needy for Steven’s affection. Your head never leaves his chest as he sneaks around your chin and lifts your gaze up. His fingers shake as he tugs you close and plants a soft kiss on your wet lips. When he pulls back he doesn’t let go, longingly staring into your eyes as a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips.

“Thank you,” he mumbles. “Truly– I-I don’t know what I would do without you.”

Masking your love-struck smile, you nuzzle his chest.

“I don’t know what I would do without you either.”

You didn’t even completely know what you expected to happen, except for making him believe that you had a slight shopping addiction and that you were possibly insane.

BAHAHA I LOVE THIS ALREADY

“Come on, bunny… - I came all the way here with the parcel, the least you could do is show me what you’ve bought,” he spoke lowly,

he is smoothy smooth

“You kissed me…?” you stated, even if it did come out as more of a question.

bestie's going thru ten stages of confusion i love it

You very quickly learnt that when Peter promises something he keeps that promise, over and over and over again.

that sounds very much like a peter thing 💗😩😂 amazing job jules this was just the right amount of spicy and sweet!!

A sort of addiction [P.P]

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A/N: So excited for the first server collab! Mail carrier May is here and I’m glad to present my fic for this collab☀️I hope you enjoy and remember to check out the rest of the fics and show them some love <3

Pairings: tasm!mailman!Peter Parker x fem!reader

Words: 2.2k

Summary: How do you get your very attractive mailman to come around often? Order an alarming amount of packages, of course

Warnings: NSFW 16+, thigh grinding, Peter being too smug for his own good, mailman au. As always lmk if I missed anything

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It was completely insane and irrational - slightly creepy even - that was all that ran through your head as your fingers finished typing in the last digits of your credit card on yet another website, buying useless items you really didn’t need.

Well, that set was just calling out to you… not at all the thought of seeing the tall and conveniently handsome mailman, right?

Hitting the ‘complete purchase’ button you let out a long sigh, looking over to the mirror that hung on the wall.

“You’re insane,” you spoke aloud to yourself, shaking your head.

You didn’t even completely know what you expected to happen, except for making him believe that you had a slight shopping addiction and that you were possibly insane.

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Spending money you quite frankly didn’t have had only just become a habit since the post office in your small town changed the delivery route, putting your address on Peter Parker’s route. The first morning he came knocking after the route change you had wanted to crawl into a hole and pass away; having opened the door wearing the corniest pyjama set you owned along with a stupid pair of fuzzy bunny slippers - the look of shock on your face when your usual old postman wasn’t on the other side of the door was enough to put a permeant amused smirk on the tall man’s face for the entirety of the exchange… much to your dismay and embarrassment.

Ever since that first morning you had tried to at least wear something half-decent when opening the door, even if Peter’s greeting each morning was a smug “mornin’ bunny, no slippers today?”

No matter how much time passed the comment still managed to force a heated blush upon your throat and cheeks. He was just so infuriatingly attractive and stupidly smooth-talking - it honestly pissed you off a bit.

Over the weeks you tried steadily building your confidence to at least make your encounter longer than him handing you a package or a letter; it started with offering him a glass of water, then a cup of coffee, a little piece of breakfast - as a pick me up of course - which turned into him coming in for about 15 minutes each day to talk. Sometimes he would ask to see what you had bought, even sometimes to give him a little fashion show of all the new items that were beginning to overflow in your closet.

Peter was pleasant company, but no matter how many mornings you spent with him, you couldn’t get rid of that shy giddy feeling that seemed to overtake your entire being whenever he greeted you with that stupid smile of his and a package under his arm for you.

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The familiar knock on your door pushed your body from its place on the couch, your feet gliding quickly across the floor to open the front door for the lanky man with a lopsided grin.

“Mornin’ bunny… got another package for you,” Peter smirked a bit, moving in through the door with such familiarity that you couldn’t help but smile a bit to yourself.

“I got us a new coffee to try… it says on the package that the beans are specially roasted,” you smiled, moving into the kitchen to put on the kettle.

Peter followed close behind you with a hum, “wait, you have to show me what you got first. The box is so fancy.”

A small gasp caught in your throat when the memory of what you had ordered sprung right to the front of your mind, the thought setting your cheeks ablaze.

“Oh… it’s just something silly, not really worth showing,” you dismissed with a wave of your hand, moving to flip the switch on the kettle.

Before you could touch the switch, a hand curled around your wrist, pulling you away from the counter, “please! I want to see what it is,” Peter just about whined, giving you a huge pout.

“It’s really nothing, Peter… just some house decor stuff,” you lied, trying your best to sound casual about it.

The look on Peter’s face, however, told you that you in fact weren’t being casual about it when suddenly a small smirk twitched at the corner of his lips.

“Is it like lingerie or something?”

When you didn’t answer, only looked to the side to hide the way your face and look gave you away; but Peter only laughed.

“It is!” he grinned, pulling your body closer to him with your wrist still in his grasp, “won’t you show me?” he spoke lowly.

Your eyes flitted up to his in shock, but you ended up shocking yourself with just how close he had pulled you - so close you could smell his cologne, making your knees weak.

Spluttering words seemed to be the only noise you were able to produce for a solid minute or so as you just kept staring up at him, expecting him to laugh and reveal his bluff, but he only stared down at you with that infuriatingly smug smirk - he knew exactly what he was doing.

“Come on, bunny… - I came all the way here with the parcel, the least you could do is show me what you’ve bought,” he spoke lowly, moving you slowly with him back to the living room where the parcel was placed carelessly on the table.

“-I… are you sure?“ you asked, avoiding his eyes again, not quite sure what was going on.

Peter chuckled gripping your chin to force your gaze on him, “don’t you think I know why you order so many packages? Why you make coffee and breakfast for me, hmm?”

“- And you know what I think, sweetheart?” Peter leaned down, his face only a breath away from yours, “I think you knew exactly what you were doing when you ordered that little package over there.”

The smallest of whimpers slipped past your parted lips - if it hadn’t been for Peter’s face right in yours he probably wouldn’t even have heard it, but that was not the case. A shit-eating grin overtook his bright face as his hand not holding your chin gripped your waist tightly.

A shocked gasp escaped you when his soft lips met yours in the quickest of pecks - so quick you didn’t really have time to actually process that it happened.

“Now, show me what you got,” he whispered, pushing you toward the table and out of his grasp.

You halted a bit, trying to get your mind to catch up with everything that was happening.

Reaching out one hand, you curled your fingers around his larger one pulling him with you toward the package; mostly to calm your nerves - and to make sure he was real.

“You kissed me…?” you stated, even if it did come out as more of a question.

Peter chuckled behind you, snaking an arm around your waist as he looked over your shoulder to watch you fumble with the black decorated box on the table.

“I did. And I’ll do it again when you show me what pretty little thing you’ve bought,” he spoke lowly, lips ghosting over your neck leaving goosebumps to rise over your entire body.

With a little struggle, you finally got your shaky hands to open the box to reveal a mountain of pink tissue paper placed neatly to hide the content of the box. The scrunch of the paper sounded through the otherwise quiet living room as you slowly peeled it off to reveal the black and red lacy set that sat prettily before you.

Peter clicked his tongue before letting out a very pleased hum.

“Now would you look at that,” his hands ghosted over your hips and waist, trailing all around your upper body with teasingly slow movements.

“Peter,” you whimpered, hand reaching up behind you to clumsily grip his shoulder.

His lips had begun a path up your neck, leaving small kisses on their way up to speak huskily in your ear as his hands kept their teasing touch on you.

“Were you planning on wearing that under a pretty little dress like this tomorrow? Perhaps bend over to give me a little taste, huh? Was that your plan, sweetheart?”

You were completely certain he could feel the warmth that travelled up your neck on his lips, feel the way your pulse quickened with his words and the bashful nod that moved your head.

“Naughty girl,” he whispered, his tone so smug you could hear the smirk that adorned his face without seeing it.

With quick movements you managed to turn in his arms, resting your hands on his solid chest, “please, Peter… no more teasing,” you whined, looking at him with huge eyes.

“Alright alright,” he chuckled, bringing you impossibly closer to his chest, “I’ll stop the teasing if you promise to wear that sweet set for me tomorrow.”

You nodded quickly, fisting at his uniform, “I promise… just touch me, please.”

Peter’s face was nothing but smiles as he reconnected your lips - only this time he was thorough with the way he kissed you. The kiss was rough and demanding, sending sparks through your entire being, following his lead blindly, letting him take exactly what he needed. Excitement filled you even more at the thought of the actions repeating itself, it was a promise and you knew he would keep it by the way his tongue explored your mouth and his hands gripped you tight.

With clumsy movements, he backed you both over to the wall pressing your frame against it and pressing himself against you. You gasped into his mouth when the smallest of friction came from Peter’s thigh slotting between your gradually parting legs.

“Grind on me,” Peter groaned between kisses, not taking a moment to breathe - too caught up in drawing gasping pleasured moans from your mouth.

Your hands found their way up and around his neck, gripping his hair to stabilize yourself as you slowly started grinding your panty-clad cunt against him. The cotton fabric was damp, sliding with ease against the strong leg that bounced between yours and your soaked cunt.

“Mmm Peter… fuck,” you whined into his mouth, the movements of them against one another halting because of your interrupting moans and whimpers.

He sent you a toothy grin before moving his head down, attacking your neck with open-mouthed kisses, occasionally sucking a mark into your sensitive skin. His teeth and tongue dragged along your skin, pulling whimpering whines from your parted kiss-swollen lips.

“God, baby, I can feel you soaking through my fucking pants,” Peter spoke gruffly before sinking his teeth into your flesh making you cry out. His tongue came to run over the inflicted area to soothe it.

Everything was too much and not enough at all; your hips frantically picked up their pace, racing toward the end. Peter’s hands glided down your body, gripping your hips maddeningly tight to help you grind against him.

“Peter, ‘m gonna cum,” you moaned, tightening your grip on his hair prompting the most delicious of groans to fall from his lips.

He raised his head from your neck to crash his lips against yours again, soaking up your needy gasps and moans as they fell from you more frequently and higher pitched as you dangled right on the edge of release.

Your body tensed when the pressure in your abdomen finally snapped and sent warm pleasure through you with each pulse of release. Peter moaned into your mouth when he felt you shake in his hold, throbbing and gushing on his leg. It was hard to concentrate on kissing him back when all you could hear was static, sending shockwaves through you.

“There you go, bunny,” Peter grinned, slowing your movements, helping you ride out your release.

You blearily reached down to palm him through his pants, but he was quick to grip your wrist and bring it to his mouth to kiss it.

“It’s your turn,” you whispered, leaning forward to kiss his neck as he had done for you.

Peter chuckled lowly, squeezing your hip in his strong grip, “as much as I would love that, sweetheart, I do have the rest of my mail route to deliver.”

A small whine escaped you as a pout settled on your lips in your slightly hazy headspace.

“Aww, don’t pout, you needy thing,” Peter cooed, “how about I come back later? Then you can get my cock as many times as you want, would you like that, sweetheart?”

You nodded quickly, burying yourself in the warmth of his chest as his arms found their way around your body to squeeze you against him.

“Alright, I’ll come back, as long as you promise to wear that pretty little number for me,” Peter murmured against the top of your head, leaving a small kiss on your hairline.

“I promise,” you sighed, “do you promise to come back?”

He gave your body a proper squeeze before separating you enough for your eyes to meet, “I promise,” he smiled.

You very quickly learnt that when Peter promises something he keeps that promise, over and over and over again.

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Poker Face 

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Summary: You think your poker face is better than it is, and Sherlock finally tells you how easy it is to read.

Word count: 2.3k

Tags: 18+ Smut, fingering, teasing, orgasm denial?

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You lied on the couch of the living room reading while Sherlock played the violin in the corner. He had paid no attention to you all morning, too busy trapped in his own mind. You also had better things to focus on as you devoured the latest smut of your favourite writer eagerly. There was not much else for you to do, as Sherlock had insisted on staying inside for the past three days, needing to think. He had commanded you to stay with him, arguing that your presence fueled his need to solve the case just to prove you wrong.

That is how your relationship with him had always been, complicated, conflictive and well… always competing with each other. You both took pride in it, trying to outdo the other, the teasing from your side was always met with snarly comments, but he silently enjoyed it. He knew that without you, he would have been depressingly bored. However, the continuous teasing and bickering left many wondering whether there was more under the tension, but you both denied it. You knew there were times your fights would get so intense you just hoped he would fuck you into agreement, but that was not something you needed to share with the general public. You always assumed you had no effect on him, not in that way at least. Too self-obsessed to even desire anybody but himself. 

It had become an art for you to keep a bored look as you read the filthiest stories about your favourite fictional characters around him. You were not sure why you did it, but it was fun to test the limits of his intuition. It also helped you stay entertained as he asked for your presence but refused to speak to you. You lied on your side, showing the back of your phone to Sherlock, making sure he could not peek even if he wanted to. 

You pressed your legs together as the story came to a climax, opening your eyes big for a second losing focus of your bored expression, parting your lips slightly and hanging your jaw. You had not noticed Sherlock had stopped playing, as his attention was entirely focused on you now. 

Your eyes were too busy scanning down the page as you absorbed every scene, pressing your lips together now. “What are you reading?” He asked, placing the violin on his hip. His voice startled you as you shook off the dreamy expression on your face, lifting your lustful gaze to meet his.

“Nothing, I was just scrolling through Instagram.” You lied, he knew when you lied, but you tried anyway. Your cheeks were already impossibly warm from the read, making the embarrassment just a secondary problem. 

“I know what you are reading. I was just asking out of politeness to give you the chance to come clean,” he sighed in annoyance, looking away from you and playing the violin once again. 

You shook your head and rolled your eyes, getting up from the couch and walking towards the kitchen. “What type of pleasure do you get from getting yourself worked up for nothing?” He asked, stopping again, incapable of letting go of the topic. You were shocked by his comment but refused to let it show as you finally realised you had been caught. 

“None of your business Sherlock,” you responded, opening the fridge, disgusted by its state as always. You knew he would not let go of the topic, but somehow, you were not upset by it. The worst he could do was tease you about it and you knew exactly how to tease him back in this area.

“Especially in front of me, you like the idea that I may know what you are doing. You take it as a challenge,” he tried to read you.

“I don’t care, Sherlock.” You responded, grabbing some tap water and drinking it.

“Mmh… you don’t only like the challenge of it, you like to do it in front of me because you can almost imagine me doing everything you are reading.” You choked on your water as you felt your cheeks burn even more than you thought possible. You opened your mouth in slight shock that he could think of himself as so important. It was truly impossible to keep anything from him, was it? 

“You are delirious,” you shook your head as a nervous smile appeared on your lips. “Why would I want you to fuck me? I don’t even think you know how to fuck, have you-“ you stopped your question before it could fully come out. Your comment was purposely hurtful as you tried to avoid giving him any more power over you. If he did think you wanted him, and he did not want you, it would just give him the upper hand over you, and he would make sure to remind you of it forever.

“Just like with your ‘poker face’, you tremendously underestimate me.” He put down the violin, moving closer to you. 

“Holmes, I think you are projecting.” You stood there nervous, looking up at him, given the proximity. 

“I never underestimate you. I know exactly how good you are.” He spoke, moving his hand to your cheek, taking you by surprise. He had never touched you, at least not intentionally. “Now, we have been stuck in this apartment for days. Shall we do something different for once?” His bold proposition shocked you, leaving you to wonder whether your assumption about his interest was misplaced. His fingers felt cold against your skin, unfamiliar and tempting. 

“You are just mocking me. Stop it.” You responded, removing his hand from your face and looking away. “You wouldn’t… You don’t even know how to.” The defensiveness in your words was turning into an attack as you doubled down on your previous implication, scared he was indeed just mocking you. 

“Why would I mock you? What would I get from that? If you agree, however, I get to prove you wrong. I get to once again prove to you that I am far better than whatever your imagination can fathom. As I continuously and consistently do.” His voice was as monotonous as always as his eyes searched for yours. His slender fingers found your chin once again, insisting that you look up. You met his gaze unwillingly, scared he would see your desire to say yes. 

Suddenly in a quick movement, he looked to the side, towards the sofa where you had been sitting and then smiled at you before walking away. You barely had the time to understand what was about to happen that he already had your phone in his hands. “No, stop it.” You spoke firmly, walking toward the man as you felt your face burn. 

“Let me see, what could be your password…” he held the phone away and above you as you tried to reach it, almost climbing up his robe. “You don’t have anyone close enough to put their birthdays, but you are conceited enough to put your own.” He spoke mostly to himself as he typed your birthday, unlocking your phone. 

You reached for his arm, barely reaching his forearm, scratching on it, hoping it would force him to pull it down. “You can scratch me all you want. I truly don’t mind.” He spoke before grabbing onto your waist and moving you away so he could properly read. 

The screen soon had his entire focus as he read a scene where the main character was getting fucked on the kitchen table while her partner whispered the filthiest, most degrading words to her. You finally took advantage of his distraction and reached for the phone, grabbing it and locking it again. 

“So that’s what you are into? Getting degraded? no wonder you’ve been fantasising about me so often.” He mocked you as you looked down, unsure of what to say. “You are such a filthy little thing. How am I supposed to focus and solve this case while you sit there, rubbing your legs together, begging me to notice.”

“You never notice,” you looked at him cocky, sure, this was the first time you had let your face give you away. Your gaze was challenging, not allowing his height nor proximity to intimidate you. 

“I always notice. I even started to wonder if you did it to inhibit my thoughts so that you could be right for once, so I would need to drop the case. That was, however, just me expecting too much from you as your obtuse awareness has not even noticed how frustrated your promiscuity has made me.” His words sent a shiver down your spine as he admitted the attraction was mutual and that you had been distracting him. You refused to break the eye contact although he had annihilated your argument, looking at him prideful. “Don’t look at me like that, especially not after what I just said. Don’t look at me like that or I’ll have to fuck that little confident smirk out of you.” 

“Do it then.” You were not sure where that came from, but it did not take any further convincing for him to lower his face and kiss you. You were initially taken aback, not expecting him to do it but caught up quickly enough, dipping your hands on his thick curls and deepening the kiss. You were kissing Sherlock Holmes, the most irksome man in the world, the only person who managed to push every one of your buttons, and the man you had fantasised about kissing since the first time you laid your eyes on him. 

His hands moved quickly as the kiss grew more passionate, looking for the buttons of your shirt and ripping it open. You gasped at the feeling, finally aware of how genuinely frustrated and needy he was. His hands soon cupped your breasts, forcing you to moan against his lips. You walked backwards without breaking the kiss until your back hit the table. His hand found your ass pretty fast, begging you to sit upon the edge. 

You complied obediently, eager to have more. It had been a torturous couple of days, and the torture had all been self-inflicted as you could not stop yourself from lusting over the irksome man as he played the violin and refused to sleep. Your hands found his robe opening it just to find a shirt under it. He looked for the buttons of your trousers before commanding you, “lift.” 

In one swift movement, he pulled down both your trousers and panties and took them completely off, leaving you there half-naked as he was still fully dressed. It was a power play. You knew it but did not truly care. His lips moved towards you again, finding your neck as he forcefully spread your legs, standing between them. He bit softly onto your skin, forcing you to part your lips in pleasure. “Fuck,” you whispered, and you felt the wetness between your legs grow. 

“I will do that soon enough.” His lips found yours again, as his two digits found your sex, entering it. You gasped, and he took the chance to deepen the kiss again, suffocating you in passion. His finger curved inside you, searching precisely for the spot that would have you crying his name. You pushed him away once he found it, breaking the kiss and inhaling dramatically as one moan followed the other. His violinist’s hands knew exactly what they were doing as he played with you just how he wanted. “Look at you, now tell me? Do you still think I don’t know what I am doing? Tell me.” He commanded earnestly, towering over you as you arched your back, feeling his fingers draw waves of pleasure into your core. 

“I-“ you tried to speak, but his free hand found your clit, forcing you to break the menacing eye contact and close your eyes. 

“I want to hear it. Do I know how to or not? Tell me, or I will make you cum so many times, you won’t ever be able to shag a man without thinking of me. Pretty little whore, getting herself all riled up on my couch just to melt on my fingers.” You could not help but whimper at his words, the pleasure too intense to even answer. Sherlock had never spoken to you like this or anyone else you believed. He didn’t even sound like himself, his voice deeper than usual and the tone just slightly off. You opened your eyes and noticed there was nothing but lust in his. He looked possessed by his desire to have you. You were sure you did not look any better as your hand reached for his forearm, silently begging him not to stop as you approached your first orgasm, simply overwhelmed by his skillfulness. 

You reached your climax seconds after, closing your eyes and moaning loudly as you could feel Sherlock’s smile grow bigger even without seeing it. The feeling of ecstasy expanded from your core to your chest and back, making your limbs feel slightly numb. As you came down from the high, your relaxation was suddenly halted as Sherlock’s hand found your face, holding it tightly and making you open your eyes. “Tell me now, do I not know how to make a woman cum?” He asked you removing his fingers from your cunt. 

“Beginner’s luck,” you teased him, feeling your chest rise faster than usual. He shook his head slightly before looking down at his trousers. “I bet you cannot do it twice in a row,” you grabbed his free hand and brought the digits he had just used to fuck you to your lips sucking them clean. 

“You don’t deserve it.” He spoke before adjusting his erection in his trousers and walking away. 

“What?” You asked, getting up shocked. 

“You heard me.” He said, reaching for his violin, “you can leave. I don’t need you to distract me any longer.”

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steve harrington fucking you in film store bathroom

Star Cuffed Jeans - Steve Harrington x Reader

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summary: late night shifts were the bane of your existence, but Steve finds a way to make it… exciting.

warnings: SMUTTT, fingering, unprotected sex (this is fiction your life isn’t) multiple orgasms,

a/n: i loved this request. this took SO LONG to write omg i’m so glad with how it turned out tho

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Working at the film store was the worst.

The pay was shitty, the customers were rude- especially if you end up not having the movie, the boss is a douche and is never there, and the hours were just stupid, no one is renting a film at 10pm on a weekday.

The only thing keeping you from quitting is the friendship you’ve formed with your two co-workers. 

When the two of them started, you were certain they were a couple, but during training you were immediately corrected. They couldn’t be further from romantic, it was kind of adorable.

It took almost a year for Robin to come out to you, she was batshit terrified. You had to reassure her that you didn’t care and that you were proud of her for feeling comfortable to tell you.

But, that led you to having no real reason to ignore how attractive you find Steve. Not that you were the only person who thought so, most of your “regulars” were only there to gawk at Steve- not that you could blame them.

He seemed to like you too- not in that way, at least you don’t think so. But he’s always trying to make you laugh, especially when customers weren’t around. He’d tell you all the drama his ‘boy’ dustin would tell him about school, which you loved. And he’d always try to get you on his side whenever him and Robin fought- even if it was stupid.

“And so I told her- everyone likes boobies! She likes boobies, I like boobies, I know you’re not gay but I’m sure you like boobies.” He rambled, recounting the argument he and Robin had “She paused it at 53 minutes and 55 seconds, she likes boobies.”

“Im sure she does Steve,” You say. You learnt that Steve’s rants are even more entertaining when you agree, so it’s be socially became a reflex.

The two of you spent the next hour waiting for customers. There hadn’t been a single one since 6:30, it was 9pm.

“This is so stupid,” You mutter, you were tired and just wanted to go home.

Steve chuckles, “Are you sick of me already? We’ve got two hours left.” He says.

Although Steve couldn’t lie, he’d grown bored too. He’d run out of stories to entertain you with, and your brain was so broken from working so long to come up with one yourself.

While you were sitting on the counter, waiting for new customers, Steve was sitting on the floor, just to the right of your legs, back against the counter.

He started casually playing with the cuffs of your jeans, before throwing all caution to the wind and grabbing a pen to draw stars on them.

You watch Steve start to get more creative with his doodles, before finally getting so concentrated he’s gripping on your ankle, digging his skin into your flesh.

It tickles, so you try and kick him away. He actually lets out a whine, “Stop it, you’re ruining my design.” He says, using his strength to still your movements, holding you in place to finish his doodle.

“Good girl, that wasn’t so hard was it?” He says, smirking as he tries to find an empty part to keep on drawing.

Your heart must have moved to your throat, because you can feel the harsh beats as your body fights itself on running far away or staying in this moment.

You decide to stay.

Steve eventually gives up, having covered every inch of your cuffs with his art. He moves to sit on the counter, stretching his hand out. “Gimme your hand.” He says. You oblige, and he’s immediately drawing his random doodles on your hand.

You look to see what he’s drawing, it’s mostly stars, random little monsters, a dog, “steve was here”, but you can also see a little one. You remove your hand from Steve’s grip to inspect it.

He tugs your hand back, pulling a little too harsh and nearly dragging you off of the stool. He moves to catch you, hand on your waist as your faces nearly bump into each other.

Steve’s eyes dart from your eyes to your lips, and he moves forward, hesitating to give you a chance to push him away, before breaking the space between you. You immediately reciprocate the kiss.

His lips are soft against yours, slotting like the last piece of a puzzle. You moan against his mouth, carding your hands in his hair.

Before things can get too far, he looks behind you, quickly breaking the kiss and spinning you in your chair just in time to greet a new customer. You have to tell your body to breathe, the ability to do so subconsciously stolen by the kiss.

Your mind hazes as the customer wanders around the store aimlessly, then promising he didn’t need any help, that he was just looking for a movie. No shit, what else would you be here for?

Steve keeps insisting on helping the guy, hoping to get him out of there as soon as possible. When he finally gets the man to pick a damn movie, he’s pretty much tossing the money in the register.

Once he leaves, Steve locks the door and turns the closed sign on, walking behind the counter, gripping your waist and cheek and pulling you into his lips. This one is different from the first one, it’s harsh, desperate.

He takes your bottom lip between his teeth and you moan, your mind completely gone already.

You look at the glass windows and feel weary, you break the kiss, “Steve, windows.”

He gives you a shit eating grin, gripping your hand with his and dragging you into the bathroom, he immediately presses your back against the wall, pushing for a kiss.

You hum into his mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer. You use this angle to tug at the neckline of his shirt, he helps you pull it off, revealing his toned stomach.

He grips at your top, lifting it slightly before his hands still, “This okay?”

You whine, nodding, your mouth bumping against his from the movement. He shakes his head, “Words, baby, words.”

Your mind is so far gone, you can barely stutter out the “yes” he needs to smash his lips back on yours, hungrily shoving his tongue in your mouth.

He pulls your shirt of of you, thankful for your decision to not wear a bra. He lets out a shuddered breath at the sight of your breasts, “You’re perfect,” He says, moving to kiss down your neck.

You moan as he sucks on a sweet spot, he slides a hand between your bodies and unzipping your pants and shimmying them down your body. He cups your clothes cunt, slowly rubbing your clit through the sheer fabric.

You moan, rolling your hips into his hand. “Stop being a fucking tease” You murmur, resting your head back on the tiled wall.

He smirks, immediately pushing your panties out of the way, pushing his middle and ring finger into you and curling. You moan, scratching at his neck as you grip to his hair.

He picks a relentless pace, moving his thumb to rub harsh circles into your clit, “This what you wanted?” He hisses, moving back to your neck to continue marking it.

You moan, nodding. “Fuck, Steve- so good.”

You are dragged to your orgasm at an alarming pace, “Shit- Steve… close” you stammer, gripping to his shoulders for support.

He smiles, pushing a third finger in. “Cum baby, please fucking cum.” He says, increasing the pace of his fingers fucking into you.

That’s all it takes to send you over the edge, your pretty sure your mind is in another dimension, the pleasure you’re experiencing seeming inhuman.

Steve soothes you through your high, pressing kisses across your face and whispering soothing words as you come to.

He presses a kiss to your nose, “You’re so hot, you have no idea.”

You pull him into another kiss, snaking your hand between the two of you to palm him though his jeans. He moans into your mouth, rolling his hips into your hand.

After unzipping his jeans you push your hand under his boxers, wrapping your hand around his hard cock and stroking.

“F-fuck,” he moans, nestling his head in the crook of your neck. Rocking his hips to match your strokes.

Steve pushes your hand off of him, pulling his boxers down and gripping his cock. He uses his free arm to slightly lift you, lining up with your entrance.

The stretch burns as he slowly pushes his cock into you, but the pain mixes with the pleasure in an almost euphoric way. “Fuck, Steve- so big…” You moan, scratching down his back.

Once he’s fully entered you, he waits for you to give him permission to move. You nod, and he starts thrusting in and out of you, using his grips on your hips to grind you down onto his.

The angle is unforgiving, his length seeming to get deeper with every thrust. You try to help, but he’s taken full control, allowing you to just be there, a perfect hole for him to fuck into.

You scrape your hands through his hair, tugging on the strands. He groans, snapping his hips as he brushes your sweet spot. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel the heat pooling in your abdomen.

He moves one of his hands from your hip to rub circles into your clit, “Fuck,” you moan, gripping further at his hair.

“Watch the hair baby, don’t wanna be bald.” He says through his grunts and moans.

You immediately retract your hands, residing in gripping his shoulders. “Sorry,” you whimper, burying your face into his neck and leaving kisses there.

The heat in your abdomen grows stronger as you barrel towards your high, “Close” you choke out, hips involuntary rolling into him.

His thrusts grow sloppy, you can tell he’s close too. “I know baby,” he says, holding you close. “Cum for me, please.”

You crash into your high, the pleasure washing over you. Your walls clamp around him, the feeling bringing him close to his own high.

His hips stutter, releasing a guttural moan as he cums, spilling his seed into you. He fucks you both through your highs until you come down, relaxing in his touch.

“Fuck, that was…“ He says, trailing off at the end, he presses a kiss to your cheek, “perfect, fucking perfect. You’re perfect.”

You laugh, “You’re not so bad yourself,” He chuckles, rolling his hips one more time before pulling out.

Steve looks at his watch, “We still have an hour left of the shift.” He says, laughing.

You laugh, “I don’t think anyone will mind if we close early.”

He smiles, “I know someone here who would actually prefer it.” He says, slotting his lips back in yours.

It seems late night shifts aren’t so bad after all…

— killing flowers.

pairing: javi gutierrez x fem!reader

genre: shameless smut, minors dni

a/n: I literally wrote this because I can't stop thinking of him in that orange shirt and gun-- i needed to let out my frustrations somehow

word count: 1.7k

summary: guns and javi, what else can you say?

warnings: established relationship, exhibitionism but no one sees it's just you and javi on the balcony, gunplay, mild dirty talking, day time drinking, the use of wh.ore but once, piv, creampie, mild over stimulation

Another gunshot echoes and you swallow. You’re perched on top of a plastic chair as Javi practices his aim, your long island iced tea long forgotten while you stare at him, entranced. A gust of warm wind blows and your eyes follow the movements of his orange button up shit, a bit of skin showing at his hip. You’re basically salivating at this point. Streaks of amber shimmering within his chestnut hair, you take in a shaky breath. Eyes traveling up, you stare at his neck, observing the way the muscles flex under his sweat coated skin as he cocks the gun. 

Shit. 

You tear your gaze away and with a shaky hand you grab your drink. Javi was a gentle natured man, if he had a choice he wouldn’t even hurt a fly. Knowing this, the way he handles the shotgun still manages to send shivers up your spine, perspiration thick against your forehead. He looks dangerous, which is the thing that’s getting you all riled up. You want to feel those same hands ravishing your body, squeezing every inch of you while he claims you as his own again and again. 

After another successful hit, Javi cries out with joy and lifts his hands into the air. With the widest smile you’ve ever seen on a man, he turns to you, eyes sparkling. 

“Did you see that, my love?” 

Oh you see it alright. His stomach is completely exposed, fabric grazing against his smooth skin as the wind envelopes you both like satin sheets. Your eyes trace over every inch of his exposed skin, muscles hiding beneath a bit of fat, you press your thighs together. His smile wavers a bit, making you realize that you’ve been starting a bit too long. Clearing your throat, you take a sip of your long island iced tea. The alcohol burns your throat but it's nothing compared to the way Javi’s worried glance  brands your skin. 

“Is something wrong?” 

A nervous chuckle makes its way out of your lips, you wave your hand in hopes to dismiss his worries. 

“No, no– Everything’s fine,” 

Shit, your voice is shaking. 

Javi hurriedly makes his way to you and pulls up a chair, averting your eyes, you take another sip of your drink. He isn’t going to let this go, is he? The shotgun lazily leans against his inner thigh between his legs, you tense up, continuing to sip the damn drink as you try not to stare. Gosh, he’s  probably even more worried now. 

“Are you mad at me?” 

With that you lift your gaze up, you try to give him your most heartfelt smile but from his over the top horrified reaction, you realize that maybe you’re not the best at faking a smile. 

“You are, aren't you?” he begins to mutter. “What is it tell me,” 

His hand squeezes around the barrel of the gun, knuckles turning white. You hate to make him worry and it wasn’t your intention in the first place but you had no idea what to say. Your eyes travel down to his neck, you love that he never fully buttons up his shirt. Completely forgetting about your surroundings, your lips part with a soft gasp. Javi’s chest rises and falls like the winter wheat, another warm wind blows. 

You fail to notice the way Javi’s gaze follows yours, neck caving in on itself as he looks at the same place you are; his chest. His lips twist into a playful smile, turning his eyes back to you, he raises an eyebrow. 

“I see now that I might have been misreading the situation,” he purrs, scooching closer. You swallow thickly as his knees brushes upon yours. “Is there something I can help you with, mi amor?” 

Your tongue feels incredibly large within your mouth, you don’t know what to say. Breath hitching, your gaze shifts to the gun, Javi moved closer to you, the weapon had fallen between your legs instead. You feel the coolness of the metal against your thigh, clenching your teeth, you meet his glance. The way he stares at you makes your heart jump, you have managed to capture his entire undivided attention. Javi places his forearm against your shoulder, fingers lazily grazing against your nape as he awaits your answer. With his other hand, he takes your long island iced tea away and places it back on the table.

A faint moan makes its way through your lips. 

“You look really good in that shirt,” you choke out. 

“Thank you. I am glad you enjoy it,” he grins, fingers now curling around the column of your neck. 

Your thighs close around the gun, actively searching for any kind of friction that would douse out the flame between your legs. At this moment you’re ready to beg for his cock. You had marinated in the feelings of lust and love enough to get on your knees. 

You part your lips, ready to give the man sitting across from you whatever he wants but the words die on your tongue when Javi grabs the barrel of the gun and shoves the gun into your cunt. Your back arches against the chair and your eyes roll back. Gripping the plastic armrests, you revel in the feeling of metal parting your wet folds, Javi chuckles. 

“My poor girl, so needy but doesn’t know how to ask for it,” 

You’re about to cry as you nod. You just wanted him to hold you, fuck you, care for you. With a hiss, you grind your drenched heat against the weapon and let out a sultry moan. It feels too good to stop so you continue to pleasure yourself under Javi’s watchful gaze. He moves the gun whenever he pleases, either pulling it back slightly, or pressing it into you in an almost painful manner. You’re positive that the metal is shinier than ever, cleansed with your slick. Javi’s name falls from your lips again and again, eyes fluttering closed as you simmer in your own filth. He must think you’re an animal. 

“If I didn’t know any better I would think you are trying to make me jealous,” 

Despite his playful tone there’s something dark laced within his words. Eyes fluttering open, you blink away the tears and groan. Only now you realize that he hasn't touched you, not even once. 

“Javi,” you whimper. “I want you, please,” 

And that’s all it takes. 

The gun falls to the floor, clattering as you suddenly find yourself leaning against the stone railing, facing the magnificent view. Your fingers curl around the stone as he lifts up the skirt of your dress, his movements hurried, desperate almost. Javi decorates your skin with open mouthed, wet kisses, soft facial hair tickling your skin while he slides your panties to the side. He drags his fingers between your fold, hips thrusting as he feels how wet you are. 

You gasp when he shoves in two fingers with ease, your legs tremble, arms shaking as you try to hold yourself up. You feel his thick, golden rings at the base of his fingers, one of them presses snug against your clit. 

“You are so wet for me,” he groans. “Do you want my cock now?” 

You breathe out, “Yes,” 

You almost topple over, his cock filling you up with one smooth thrust. Javi’s arm snakes around your waist, keeping you upright as he sets an relentless pace. The balcony echoes with the lewd noises of skin slapping against skin, your eyes rolling back each time he snaps his hips. His hand slides up to your neck, fingers gently curling around as he pulls you flush against his back. You cry out, eyes barely open. You feel so exposed, yet there’s something beautiful about the way the wind caresses your damp skin. 

Cunt squeezing around his cock, he groans into your neck, nibbling the sensitive skin, he grinds his hips. His cock is thick enough to make you feel every curve, the stretch he provides makes your legs tremble. 

“You like me fucking you out in the open like this?” His accent is thicker, dripping with lust. “My little whore, so hungry for my cock, always,” 

The tone of his voice, his breath against your skin, his cock slamming into you again and again– It shatters you into a million pieces, the coil within you snapping as you gush all around him, slick dripping down to the marble floors and echoing the sound of rain. Javi’s hips still, cock hard and deep inside of you. He presses his lips against your ears, you shiver, your breath oneven as the tremors of your orgasm still rock throughout your body. 

“Fuck that felt good,” he groans. “Do that for me again, love,” 

“I-I can’t,” 

He resumes, dragging his cock almost all the way out and snapping his hips forward, you scream, eyes glossed over with tears. 

“Oh you will,” 

The way he rasps into your ear makes you shiver, the undertones of danger lurking deep within his command. Your insides throb, cunt twitching uncontrollably while he fucks you, wanton moan rips away from your throat, nails clawing against the stone railing. 

“Javi, Javi– I-It’s too much– I can’t!” 

“You can,” he moans, sloppily thrusting into you. “I know you can– You want to make me happy right? This will make me happy, come on you can do it–” 

Heat begins to blossom within you once more, slick dripping down your thighs. You can barely think, the heat grows and grows, encompassing your entire being, his cock hitting your deepers parts again and again– 

Your eyes shoot wide open, your body convulsing as your vision blacks out. Your head falls back on top of Javi’s shoulder, you’re breathing heavily, chest heaving as you gasp for air. He holds your tight, both arms now wrapped around you while he animalistically fucks his cock even deeper. Waves of pleasure continue to wash over you, your oversensitive pussy still dripping and gushing around his length. With one more thrust he bites your shoulder, pain blossoming across your skin as he emptied himself into you. 

Javi can’t help it as he continues to shallowly rock his hips, cock throbbing. Cum spills from the sides of his length, tickling the inside of your thighs and staining the floors. When he pulls out you almost fall but he holds you, carrying you back to the plastic chair. Javi adjusts your dress and sits in his prior seat. You both stare at each other in complete silence, breathing heavily, feeling the sun against your skin. Your eyes fall to the shotgun forgotten on the floor.

Javi is the one to break the silence. 

“I should wear this shirt more often,” 

“You definitely should.” 

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