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Thinking about either yanderes who

Tw:noncon, kidnapping, yandere

-tie you up, force you on their laps while laughing and holding your jaw open, admiring your tears as they bounce you on their lap. They revel as you sob and have difficulty maintaining eye contact while they spit obscenities at you, dark and threatening statements that wrack your body with intense sobs and heaving gasps

“You’re mine. Don’t ever forget that”

“You need me to drill it into your cunt or your head? Both? Fuck sweetheart, you shoulda told me sooner”

“I’ll kill anyone who looks at you, and then fuck you over their body. You hear me slut? Nod, fucking nod if you understand me. Or are you too brain-dead from cock?”

“I dare you to try and escape. You’ll only make jt more fun for me to put you back in your place, underneath me”

“Beg me to slap you. Go on, beg for it. Aww, what’s the matter, why’re you crying cutie? Is it too much?”

They imitate your moans, their eyes dark and glinting as they mock your whimpers and protruding tongue. It sounds worse coming from their mouths, all high pitched and whiny. You probably sound worse, but it’s the least you can worry about as they slap your sore tits and fuck you so hard your whole body moves up with the force.

They lean in when they’re close, growling in your ear and causing goosebumps to erupt over your arms as they croon,

“You gonna cum? Huh? Cum for me, cream all over this dick you useless bitch”

“Yeah, yeah, fuck that’s it, you like bouncing? You like riding me like this? I know you do, and that’s what you’re gonna do the rest of your life. ARENT I nice? Say it. Fucking say you love me unless you want a shock collar around your throat the rest of your life.”

You’re terrified, of course, your wails useless and your pleas rendered incomprehensible as they have their way with you, daring you to act out so they can correct you for it

-But then on the other hand, we have those lovey dovey yanderes who simply sing your praise and beg for you to love them.

You’re still tied up, but they hug you close, and want you to make eye contact with them so they can see your beautiful eyes. They wanna see the color shine in them as they deliver the utmost pleasure they can for you.

It hurts their heart physically when you cower and shake your head, your gaze unable to meet his.

His eyes are glassy too now as he holds back light sobs at your fear

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, please forgive me but I can’t hold back. You’re too perfect, can you understand that my love?”

“Please just look at me. I’m not trying to hurt you, I love you, you know that right?”

His questions, while not rhetorical, are unanswered as you continue to whimper in terror and try to turn in on yourself.

So he opts to be more direct and frank with you. If you won’t listen to his desperate love, then he’ll have to succumb to a more Daddy-like approach. After all, that is what he wants to be for you. A caretaker, your lover. Not a captor for you to hide away from when he just wants to find solace in your embrace after a long day.

He pushes a hand against your back and pressed himself chest to chest against you, driving his cock slow and deep into you, doing his best to hit that special spot when you writhe more than usual.

“I’m gonna take care of you, okay?” He growls in your ear, trying to mask his cracking voice with a firm grip on your tits.

It makes him harder to hear you gasp, but all the same his heart breaks as you tremble and bite your lip, sporting that adorable pout that signals a fresh new wave of barely-concealed sobs.

“You’re mine, and no one’s gonna hurt you. Anything you want, anything you need, say the name and I’ll reward you with it. All I want from you is your love.”

He softly yet firmly grips the base of your head and tugs lightly on your hair, pulling you back slightly to look at him.

“Just-just stay here w-with me and that’s all I want.”

Happy

Pairing: Rockstar!Bucky Barnes AU x Female Reader

Summary: You meet your favorite artist and get more than what you bargained for. 

Warnings: Smut 18+ (consensual and protected sex, oral [male and female receiving], vaginal fingering, belly bulge, light degradation) dirty talk/language and recording. Mentions of drugs and alcohol and a tiny bit of angst.

Disclaimer: I don’t smoke regularly, so anything that has to do with drugs mentioned are techniques I’ve outweighed based on what I’ve been taught by different people. I don’t know which method works best nor am I encouraging the activity. It just came with this fic’s territory. It’s not that deep. You do you, boo. 

Title Inspiration: “Happy” by The Maine 

A/N: I might or might not have based some of this on true events. All I can say is, life is short, shoot your shot! Enjoy! 

A/N #2: There’s a Part 2 now!

“You owe me.” Your friend next to you said for probably the third time this hour. You learned earlier in the day to tune her out. She had been saying that since you persuaded her to accompany you on the weekend long road trip to the neighboring state just so you could see your favorite band…again.

Growing up your parents thought this was just another phase, but as your teenaged years passed on by and you’re now well into adulthood, you’re still a bigger stan for The Avengers as ever.

The Avengers consisted of three members: Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes. Everyone had their take on each of the guys, Steve was the nice one, Sam was the goofy one and Bucky was the bad one. It was silly. They weren’t *NSYNC or The Backstreet Boys, but the fangirls will be fangirls.

Their music wasn’t exactly mainstream, but they did very well within in their genre’s scene. They graced the covers of a couple of magazines, garnered thousands, close to millions, of views and streams online, were featured on TV every now and then, toured around the globe, sold a bunch of records, even independently, but despite all that notoriety, they stayed true to their sound and that’s what kept you around as a fan.

That and the band’s front man Bucky Barnes. 

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CUTE AS A FUCKIN' BUTTON MASTERLIST

18+

Baker!Steve x Mob!Reader

Series Status: Ongoing

Series Summary: Steve is the owner of the cute new bakery in town, and he's purer than anyone you've ever known. You can feel him melting your ice heart, but you don't mind a single bit.

Content Warning: Mob!Reader x Baker!Steve, Mob!Sam x Mob!Bucky, fluff, mature themes, flirting, soft!steve, violence, mention of weapons, organized crime, eventual smut (dom!reader x sub!steve, mommy kink, specific warnings in each part).

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

DRABBLES

steve gets protective during a meeting

Rough sex with dark Steve Rogers for the first time when u suddenly start flirting with Bucky, after an entire week of flirting with Steve

Sorry, this took me a little while. I hope you like it…

3.5k NSFW Sex-pollen type trope ~ Proceed with caution

You followed Bucky Barnes through the impossible labyrinth the HYDRA base posed, watching his back as he plowed through enemy agents with ease. It was impressive but shouldn’t have been surprising since he knew first-hand how HYDRA operated.

You’d been added to the mission by SHIELD in the last week along with two other agents. You’d gotten to work with the Avengers themselves all week in preparation and maybe you were a little ambitious, but you were hoping it would lead to future missions with them.

Hell, you’d trained a couple of days with Steve Rogers himself. Okay, maybe you’d downplayed your confidence and abilities to get his help. You’d flirted shamelessly with the man. But he’d provided you with insights into such missions you weren’t likely to get anywhere else and you were grateful.

Plus, the man wasn’t hard to look at.

Neither was Bucky. You tried, you really did, to keep from ogling his ass and those thighs as you followed closely. You shook your head to clear it. You were there to keep him safe.

But damn.

An explosion rocked the base not far from you, slamming you against a wall. Bucky stopped and backed up, taking up a position in front of you.

“Buck, you okay?” Steve’s voice came over the commlink.

“Yeah,” Bucky muttered. “How are we doing on locating those servers?”

“Nat and Sam are on it,” Steve replied. “But things are getting a little thick on the top levels. I’m coming to you.”

“We’re coming down,” Bucky offered.

No reply.

Turning to you, Bucky placed a hand on your shoulder. “We need to work our way down to the lower levels. Remember to check your corners and keep your eyes open, okay?”

You nodded.

Bucky had been a great comfort to you on the trip to Lucerne. He’d kept you from dragging along “a load of unnecessary shit” and had tried to put you at ease as you got closer to the site. The last hour, he’d kept you in stitches telling you about some of Sam Wilson’s exploits.

Another explosion shook the building, this one closer. You scrambled to follow Bucky up the stairs, watching the walls in the stairwell crack in fear. This is not good. 

Bucky made it out of the stairwell when the next explosion came and you were convinced at that moment you were done for. This is where you died. You tumbled backward, over the handrail and you were a good twelve stories up.

A strong hand caught you and kept you from plummeting to your demise.

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I can't stop laughing anytime I think about like toddler reader/baby fushiguro waking people up at night like "I frew up"

Lol okay this is how I imagine they'd react:

Yandere Papa Toji Fushiguro:

He hears the sound of your little feet padding in, cracks an eye open and sees you standing there with a small face and teary eyes.

"What's wrong?" He croaks out, a hand reaching out to caress your face.

"I- I threw up."

Toji nods, pulling you up on his bed and grabs you a water bottle from his table, pushing it to your lips.

"You good?" He asks, wiping your face with his shirt.

"Yeah."

"You wanna sleep with me tonight?"

You nod, letting him plop you on his chest, kne arm securely around you while the other pulls the covers up.

Toji kisses your forehead and pats your back until you fall asleep.

Yandere Uncle Naoya Zenin:

You could've gone to anyone in the Zenin clan and they would've happily coddled you. But no, tou decided to give your beloved uncle the heart attack of his life.

Like Naoya opens his eyes and sees a dark shadow standing right next to his face and he almost shits the bed.

Luckily his hand hit the lights first.

"Y/n?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"

You suck your bottom lip. "I- threw up."

"And? What do you expect me to do about it?" Naoya asks, watching you shrug. You then proceeded to throw up again, barely missing his foot. Naoya gasped at your audacity, as you stood there and stared back at him after you finished puking.

"Can I go run outside?"

"What-? NO!" Naoya face palms, before grabbing you, all his annoyance washed away when he felt how warm you were.

"Shit." He whispered. You're running a fever.

Naoya picked you up, letting you rest your head on his shoulder and walked out of his room, and down to one of the servants room. Of course, he kicked the poor guy off the bed to wake him up.

"I- who the fuck- M-master Naoya?!" The servant corrected himself.

"Shut it. Fetch the doctor, and have one of the chefs cook some soup for Y/n. And this better be done in the next 20 minutes or so help me god, I will break your neck."

Yandere Choso:

Panics. BIG TIME PANICS.

He thinks you're doing because why else would you be emptying your stomach?

Hauls you up and pretty much zooms to Yuji and wakes his ass up.

"YUJI! Y/N'S DYING!" and Yuji looks over at you and you look pretty content for someone who's dying.

"Choso, I need you to tell me what happened, calmly."

"I- I was holding her little hand when I put her to bed, Yuji- you know she can't sleep without holding my hand! And then, all of a sudden she lurches up and starts throwing up!"

Yuji looked at you both for a couple of seconds. "Is that it?"

"What do you mean "is that it"? SHE IS DYING-"

"Choso, shut up. Come on, I'll show you how to fix this."

Yandere Sukuna:

You summoned Sukuna in the middle of the night and he was concerned because he knew it was way past your bed time. But he masked his concern, as he usually does.

"What do you want, little brat?"

"I threw up..."

Sukuna sighs, picking you up and walking to the kitchen. He warned up some water and added a couple of leaves in it.

"Drink this, it'll heal your stomach."

When you smelled the concoction, you shook your head. But he persisted, pushing the hello kitty cup to your lips.

"Drink it. Or else you'll be sick for the rest of your life and you won't get to go to that pink hell cat store."

Of course, the bluff works.

Sukuna takes you out to the garden, a light breeze in the air. He unconsciously rocks you back and forth to sleep, his heart swelling with joy that you came to him for help.

There's something wrong with my tumblr because I can't give double spaces in between paragraphs.

Lil baby Tomura cuddles his pregnant mom. You think it’s be cute like him hugging her tummy and cuddling but it’s not

Tomu: *whispering to bump* I hate you… get out of mommy….

Y/n: *half asleep* tomu baby stop threatening your unborn sibling

Its funny how much you and Kai have become familiar with your triplets habits. You could both be dead asleep and yet whenever he feels Himiko move, his hands instinctively move and pull her just in time to stop her from stabbing your belly with something sharp. He'd pull the weapon from her hands, then pull Himiko to his chest and cuddle her until she falls asleep against his chest.

If he feels eyes on him, he knows it Dabi. Sighing, Kai would wake up and walk towards his son who is standing in the corner. Picking him up, Kai would walk towards the balcony and ask Dabi about his day. If he doesn't answer, then Kai would just start talking about random things, usually politics, which usually puts the little pyromaniac to sleep. Kai theorises that since Dabi likes to act all independent and mighty all day long, he sometimes wants some quiet time with either of his parents where they just give him their complete attention and make him feel important. You usually did that before, but ever since you became pregnant, Kai switched places with you.

And Tomura? Kai usually plucks the little boy off your belly and whispers in his ear that he's hurting mommy by doing that, so he can just cuddle upto her neck. However, when you get up in the middle of the night to pee or puke, Tomura immeadiately senses your absence and tries to go after you in the bathroom. Kai is quick to grab Tomura and stop him (from traumatising himself when he watches his mother violently puking her guts out), pulls him back to bed and against his chest, all while Tomura starts whimpering. Kai starts to tell him stories about you to distract him, tells him about how much you used to pray for a pretty angel like Tomura and how you prayed that her babies were patient and good. That's enough to soothe Tomura and make him less distressed, and by the time you return to bed, Tomura is already half asleep, mumbling how he loves his mom.

You'd raise a brow at him, but Kai would just shrug and kiss you, before pulling you close to him.

What can he say? He's good with his kids.

DEVORCE RIGHT NOW, HE WIPED OFF RIHANNAS NUMBER?!?!? I WILL START A GO FUND ME AND DIVORCE HIS ASS

Kai swears that he had nothing to do it when he found you crying in front of the mirror the next morning.

You obviously, hurl a pillow at him because you know he did something but you have no proof.

Kai: I promise I didn't do anything with it. I don't get why you're so upset-

Y/n: UPSET?! KAI! RIHANNA GAVE ME HER NUMBER! I'LL NEVER BE COOL ENOUGH TO GET IT AGAIN!

Kai: aren't you like way more famous than her? Considering, you're married to me- the President.

Y/n, frustrated: KAI STFU! THIS IS NOT ABOUT YOUR STUPID EGO! ITS ABOUT ME BEING BUDDIES WITH RIHANNA AND HER BECOMING THE GODMOTHER OF OUR CHILDREN-

Kai: our children? So you want to sleep with me?

Y/n, more shrieking:

The staff and maids are just acting about their day as they hear you shriek and hurl insults at Kai.

If you’re still doing the prompt list requests, could I ask for yandere Tamaki with noncon and oh please stop crying, I just couldn’t stop myself? Especially if he’s had her kidnapped for awhile but she’s still terrified of him. Your writing is awesome, btw, I hope you’re having a great day! :)

A poor skittish darling, who wants to be better, but just can't.

Couldn't Stop Myself

TW: Noncon, Smut, Past Kidnapping, Crying/Dacryphilia-ish, Female Reader, Aged Up!

Crying was all you did nowadays. It didn't matter if he was there or not, you still cried. Even if he was doing something as simple as bringing you food. It all felt like hell. As if just being around him was torture, and it was. He had done so much to you, kidnapped you, locked you away. He was your prison guard and nothing more in your eyes.

Tamaki tried to be nice. Tried to be gentle and sweet, but your affection back never came. Weeks after weeks you still cried when he entered the same room as you. Only getting a tiny bit better after all this time. It wasn’t enough though. He wanted more, it was only right. You two were a couple, couples were supposed to kiss and cuddle. Smile around each other, but you never did. You just cried. Tamaki wanted to be with you normally. If he was honest, he was getting annoyed. At himself and you. He swore he was doing everything right. Letting you adjust on your own. He knows maybe kidnapping wasn’t the best option, but he had to. There was so much wrong in the world. Danger everywhere, he had to protect you. It was a wrong that could be ignored, a wrong for a greater cause.

He got you flowers almost every day, got you gifts that he knew you would like. Always let you pick the movie on movie nights. Doing anything he thought would make you happy, things he read about in those couple magazines. Tamaki tried to get you to warm up. To make you smile with him, yet the most you gave was a smirk when he made a joke.

Finally, he broke, it wasn’t his fault. You looked so sweet sitting on the couch in one of the dresses he got you. So sweet and cute. It was foolish to think he could control himself. You were happy with his gift, actually enjoying them. It was the thing that broke the damn. He greeted you and then rushed to you. You flinched when he sat down so close. Stroking your check before planting a kiss on both of them. It was obvious you didn’t want it. Allowing him to kiss you had different meanings for the two of you. For Tamaki, it meant you were loving him back now. That you were okay with everything now, wanting him the same way he wanted you. While for you it had a different motive. The idea of acceptance had only just started to enter your head. You still despised his affection, wanting him to just leave you alone, but you knew it was better this way. Let him have a small piece of affection so it doesn't snowball into him wanting more later tonight. Tamaki didn’t realize that or didn’t care. Didn’t bother to go in slowly. No, he was an all or nothing guy. This was the most he had ever been allowed to touch you, he never realized just how badly he needed it, until now.

“You look so pretty baby.”

He kept peppering kisses on your cheek. His hands held your face still, while you tried to move. You weren't ready for this, all of this was now becoming too much. But Tamaki was a greedy lover. Especially when he had been denied something he craved for so long.

“N-no A-Amajiki-"

“Shh sweetie, it’s okay. I’m just so happy baby. I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

There was nothing you could do as Tamaki pushed you down on the couch. The tears began to fall hoping that would make him stop, but it didn’t. They never did. Sorry's and pleas fell from his lips as he continued. Along with sweet words, trying to get you to stop crying, to enjoy it too. His hands brushed over your body. Feeling under the dress. His lips staying on yours. His kisses were sloppy and hungry. Eager and demanding. The smile that spread on his face just couldn’t be helped. This was something he had wanted for so long. You had hoped it would never come this far. That he would either give up eventually and let you go when he realized you weren't playing his game. Or he would at least wait until you asked for it. For so long you thought he would choose one of those options, but now your hope was lost.

This was a different side to Tamaki. Before he had been rather kind for someone who had kidnapped you. Caring even in his own odd way. Always stopped when your tears became too much. This time, however, he didn’t stop. Even as your and his cheeks were wet with your tears. You could barely breathe. Whimpering between kisses for him to stop. All you received was him hushing you, trying to calm you down between kisses. It didn’t work.

“Please sweetie, hush. I-I won't hurt you. I promise.”

Tamaki's hands kept wandering your body. Though he pulled away from your lips. Looking at you, wiping away your tears. He wanted this so much, had been dreaming of this since he first saw you. But you looked at him terrified. Wanting this to end. Your dress was pulled up, allowing him to see the cute set of underwear you had. Lacy and sweet. He loved these on you. You just looked so sweet like this, laying under him in this little outfit. How could he ever stop himself? After all, you were his.

He leaned back and begin to shed his outfit, but by the time he was working on his pants. He got impatient. Needing you right then and there. His pants barely came down below his hips. Quickly getting between your legs again. There was no moving away from him, that was a lesson learned long ago. Usually, your tears had deterred him from trying to get more from you than just touching and kisses. Now though, it was clear your tears weren't working as they typically did. Seeing you now, under him crying, it did something to him.

“Oh, please stop crying, I just couldn’t stop myself?”

You tried to stop the tears from falling. While he used his thumb to rub them away. Tamaki was settling himself between your legs. Pushing your underwear to the side. Letting his fingers slide past your lips. It was hard for you to ignore him. Hard to pretend it didn’t feel good. Having his finger rub against your clit. Once he heard a gasp from you, he let himself go. Focusing on your clit to get more out of you. You looked so lovely like this. Laying there and whimpering for him.

“N-No stop. T-too much!”

“Shh, I’ll go slow baby. I-I promise.”

His fingers circled your clit. He knew you couldn’t fight off the pleasure building. There was no stopping it. The knot began to form in your stomach. His fingers were making you feel so good. It wasn’t fair, all you could do is lay there, cry and moan for him.

Tamaki couldn’t help, but smile. Here you were, finally wanting him as much as he wanted you. This was driving him crazy. He needed you, needed to be in you, needed to hear you moan his name as you finished on his fingers. Working your clit as he slid in a finger. Slowly pumping it until you were grinding against him. You were enjoying yourself, enjoying how he made you feel. His fingers were bringing you closer and closer. Finally, you snapped and grabbed onto his arm. Needing something to centre yourself. Looking into your eyes. Tamaki was revelling in how they were clouded. You were out of it. He had done this to you.

“See, was that so hard.”

Tamaki leant down and kissed your temple before lining himself up. He needed to be in you at this moment. He had waited long enough, this was something he had thought about for so long. Lining himself and pushing in slowly. It took everything in him to not just push all the way in. He needed to take his time with you, he didn’t want to hurt you.

“That’s it, I promise I’ll be slow-you feel so good baby. S-so tight.”

He was finally fully in. Resting for a moment, letting you adjust, letting himself calm down. Your moans were soft and sweet. They were addicting, knowing he was causing them. That he was the one right now in you while you laid there. To him, you were letting him have you. As if this was your idea and not his.

His thrust began to speed up, and his control began to slip. He needed this. Wanted you so badly, wanted to fuck you, to cum in you. Your moans were being drowned out by his whimpering.

“Please baby, I need you. I need you so badly.” He was a stuttering mess. “Fuck, I-I can't s-stop.”

While your face was a mess, covered in tears. He was a mess with pleasure. His thrust sped up. His control was gone now. He needed everything you had to offer. Everything he could get his hands on. Tamaki buried his head between your shoulder and neck. Trying to muffle his sounds. His pleas and cried for more. His apologies and excuses.

“A-Amajiki, no please. Too much. Too m-much.”

“No, no. Not enough.”

He was close, wanting nothing more than to have you filled by him. It was a sudden urge, he needed to finish in you. Like it was some way to claim you. He knew there would be consequences. That you could get pregnant and you weren't ready for that. It was too early, but hell to it. He needed this, and he believed so did you. You would understand your place with him then.

“I’m c-close.”

The words could barely come out. His ability to make sense was slipping away every second he got closer. His thrusts were hard and fast. Chasing his own high. His arms wrapped around you harder while he buried his head further. Giving one last thrust before he spilt into you. Finally, stilling. Tamaki was in pure bliss. Everything he wanted just happened. It was a shame you were still crying. Trying to muffle your whimpers. It was an odd feeling, almost like you didn’t want to ruin his moment. Finally, looking up at you, he gave you a shy smile.

“I’m sorry baby. I, uh, I just got excited. I’ll be better next time.” He pushed himself up, laying gentle kissed on your face. “I love you so much. Y-you know t-that right?”

There was nothing you could do, but nod. Tamaki was a monster in a way, but one who loved you. One who kept you away from the other monsters. Just to keep his own claws on you.

Wax Wings in the Moonlight

WARNINGS: yandere, stalking, kidnapping, possessiveness, mentions of abuse, slight misogyny, delusion, nsfw, noncon

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yandere ! HAWKS X READER

Icarus was an idiot.

A boy with wax wings who loved the Sun so much, he let it burst him to flames. He also resented the constant comparison. He wasn’t a boy with wax wings; his feathers were sharp and crimson, cut like knives, and drew blood at the slightest touch. And he certainly wasn’t chasing after any Sun.

He’d earned his place, spent his life in the shadows and the black, giving his blood, sweat, and tears to serve a world that worshiped pretty wax boys and girls that shined in the Sun.

He wasn’t one of them. He never would be, but he could pretend. He’d run his hands through golden tresses, and give his pretty wax smiles, so that they would feel safe and good and warm in the light.

He was fine being the one to watch like a man in the Moon, surveying the night, so that come morning the Sun could shine. He’d found a sort of peace in it. The night was cold and dark and cruel, but the night was honest. The night was his.

The Sun shone like a spotlight, and as the puppet on the stage, he could do nothing but dance for an audience so insatiable, they were only driven away by the darkening sky. Only to come back the next day for a show they had seen a million times before.

He liked to fantasize about what would happen should the Sun forget to rise one day. Would he be free? Could he unfurl his wings, permanently stained with the blood of the monsters in the night, and fly to the Moon? The Moon didn’t burn; the Moon didn’t blind; the Moon didn’t lie. He quite liked the Moon.

But it was a fool’s dream. Like the little wax boy who thought he could touch the Sun. So he’d play his part, if only to live in the dream that the freedom of the night provided. He was fine being alone. He liked being alone. Until one day, he didn’t.

He’d met many like her; he was sure. Pretty little girls who ran from the Sun because the light was too bright, too blinding, too fake. They were always his favorite, at least for a night.

After all, hawks liked to play with their food, but once it was caught, once it had been devoured? Well, what use were there for bones picked free of flesh he’d already tasted? He plastered on a golden smile.

Now, he wasn’t used to rejection, but his ego could take the way her eyes narrowed, lips twisting in a way that could only be seen as bitter mistrust. He liked pretty little things, sure, but he also liked easy little things. He could take it. The seedy bar was filled with prey, who, while not as sweet, would surely sate his appetite. But then she said something,

“You smile like the Sun.”

His face was half turned away from her, already scouring for his next victim, but his eyebrows quirked in amusement, smile turning sharp and deadly. Got her. He turned to welcome his meal for the night, tongue flicking across razor sharp canines. But then,

“I hate it.” 

He blinked, eyes owlish and wide. And then he laughed. Loud and unreserved, his hand came to clutch his stomach; he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been caught off guard like this. He kind of liked it. 

He opened his mouth to respond; he thought to say something quick and witty back at her. If she wouldn’t spread her legs and warm his bed, she could at least stay and talk with him for a while. It was only fair.

But as he lowered his face back to hers, he caught sight of the mischievous smile that played at her lips, and all thought fled from his brain, blood rushing to color his cheeks. It was a lopsided grin that sparkled under the warm lights of the tavern. Like a Crescent Moon, he thought. He liked it.

“Would you like me to show you my real smile?”

He didn’t know why he was being so blunt, but he felt naked under the glow of her eyes. He wanted to test a theory; how much could she really see him?

“No.”

“No? Why’s that?”

“I don’t believe you have one.” 

He’d always known that the night was cruel, that the night was honest; everything was laid bare beneath the glimmer of the Moon.

Icarus really was an idiot. To chase the Sun, when the Moon was so much more raw, so much more beautiful. 

The Moon was in the shape of a woman, and her hips swayed from side to side as she walked away from him, a shimmering silhouette drowned out in the inkinesss of the black sky. He really did love the night.

He didn’t think he’d see her again, though he cherished the memory of her for weeks after their brief meeting. The sparkle of her smile, and the sway of her hips had provided him ample entertainment when he was left alone with only his thoughts and hands to satisfy. 

He didn’t believe in God, or fate, or wax winged fantasies. But damn if it wasn’t tempting when he caught sight of her, legs swinging off a too tall building, cigarette resting between what were undoubtedly soft lips.

He floated down with his blood red wings, and too bright smile, landing on the ledge beside her. She blew out a cloud of smoke in greeting, eyes trained forward--no, upward--glittering in the moonlight.

“You smile like the Moon. I love it.”

Cheesy, but he was sure it would get his point across. After all, it was almost like she had wanted him to find her, alone and vulnerable under the night sky, the sky he owned. She took another long drag of her cigarette, sighing out the smoke.

“Did you know that hawks are blind at night?”

She still wasn’t looking at him, almost as if she didn’t really believe he was there, like he was simply a figment of her imagination passing by in the night. Instead, her eyes scanned the stars. He found himself thinking that they belonged among them. He opened his mouth to respond, but she wasn’t quite finished,

“I think you’ve been dancing around in the night too long. Birdie should fly along home to his pretty blue sky, lest he want the shadows to swallow him whole.”

She spoke in riddles, like a long forgotten goddess come down to earth as an act of grace for creatures too small and too unworthy to truly know her, to truly understand. He realized that he’d gotten it wrong; she hadn’t run from the Sun. She was a creature born in the black of the night. The starlit sky was her home. 

This was fine. He was fine being unworthy. He could play the game; he was good at games, and a game with a goddess of the night was a game all the same.

“Hawks are predators, don’t you know? The shadows can try, but I’ve got my claws hooked to the Moon.”

“And where exactly do you plan on taking this Moon you’ve supposedly trapped in your claws?”

He couldn’t help the smile that pulled at his lips. The words that left her, poetry though they may be, revealed to him an altogether new, fascinating discovery. She could see right through him. He loved it. And, dare he say, a touch of morbid curiosity tinted her speech?

“Wherever she may want to go. After all, I’m nothing if not a generous suitor.”

“Tell me. How many suitors do you think the Moon had before men realized they couldn’t bring her down to Earth to fuck, and breed like cattle?”

There was finally an inch of emotion in her voice. Irritation colored the pretty words, and he found his smile growing. How humanizing it was. For a goddess to feel in the same way her creations did. The Moon may be cruel, but it was always honest. Whether or not it wanted to be.

“I assure you, I have no intention of stealing the Moon from her sky.” 

She looked at him now, but her eyes were sharp and cold. She’d dipped her toes in the pond of human insanity, and she’d grown bored with it, it seemed.

“I don’t believe you.”

She let her lit cigarette fall, eyes following the small glow as it disappeared into the inky black of the night. And then she stood, stretching her arms above her head. He caught a peek of lace as her shirt lifted, and swallowed as he felt his face heat.

And then she turned, back to the ledge of the roof, and smiled a smile too bitter for her pretty face. Where was that sparkling, lopsided, Crescent Moon grin? And then she leaned back, and fell.

He was on his feet quicker than he realized, blood red wings quick to puff out, and dive. But she was gone, melted into the tar of the starlit sky. How cruel the Moon was. To mock him, to prove just how out of reach she really was.

He wasn’t losing this game. The Moon was pretty, and the Moon was smart. But the Moon was not untouchable. And he had wings. He could fly. Fuck you, Icarus. His wings weren’t made of wax. 

He wouldn’t burn.

It was a while before he found her again, though not for a lack of trying. He’d done some digging as they played this game of cat and mouse. Hawks may be blind in the night, but spend enough time in the darkness, and the monsters you meet are sure to become your friends.

She lived in a place too run down, and too dangerous to be called a home. Though, with her ability to slip in and out of reach at the drop of a hat, she’d managed.

It was a fitting power, he thought. Many had tried to bring the Moon to Earth before, but she slipped through their fingers too easily. After all, she was a million miles away. That was fine. His wings were sharp and his wings were strong. He could fly a million miles, if she so pleased.

Though, she didn’t seem pleased to find him wandering underneath the same streetlights one night. She looked unimpressed when he assured her it was a simple coincidence. The Moon was smart. But she didn’t make an effort to disappear into the pitch black of the night; she must have wanted him to find her. 

How many times would she make him chase her? Did she think he’d grow tired? Hawks, as unwelcome as they seemed to be in the night sky, mated for life. And the Moon was immortal. He had the stamina.

“Icarus seems to be getting too close to the Sun, Birdie.”

He liked the pet name, but the comparison grated his nerves. But the Moon liked the peace, and the Moon liked the quiet. He wouldn’t disturb her; it was her night, after all. He huffed out a laugh too polished, but she chose to spare him the criticism.

“How lucky for me that the Moon seems to be hiding it from view.”

“If wax wings burn in the sunlight, what do you suppose happens to them in the moonlight?”

“Wax wings only exist in Greek tragedies, little Moon. I’m afraid reality is far less poetic.”

There was a beat of silence, an unreadable emotion crossed her face.

“How disappointing.”

She reached a finger forward, and a ripple danced through the inky night. She was done entertaining him for the night.

“What do you mean?”

He wanted to keep her there a while longer. He just needed to fly a bit closer, and he’d be there; he just barely started to feel the Moon’s glow; he didn’t want to lose it so quickly.

“It seems that hawks are blind in more ways than one.”

Her eyes, that shone like the brightest of stars, dimmed. A far away look washed over her face, seemingly entranced with galaxies far beyond their reach.

“Only those who read the story got to see Icarus fall. Only they got to understand. He didn’t. He just died.”

And she was gone.

He stayed under the streetlights for a while longer feeling strangely hollow, be it from her words, or her absence, he didn’t know.

No. The Moon was honest, but she wasn’t all knowing. She couldn’t see everything from where she hung in the sky. And his wings let him see the world.

Okay. He was done with this game. It was time to steal the Moon from her sky. The Moon was honest. The night was honest. He never said he was honest. But he didn’t want to burn; he needed a plan.

He loved the night, but he was loved in the daylight. Who would have known his role on the sunlit stage would do him any good? He’d too easily found the perfect little collar to trap his Moon. She wouldn’t be slipping away from him anytime soon.

He was ripping the Moon from the sky. She would surely leave a hole among the stars in her absence. He felt his chest bubble in manic glee.

Good. The night was his. The Moon was his. He’d worked so hard. He let the strings of his fate puppet him all his life. Wasn’t he entitled to some reward?

And she was the most lovely of prizes.

There was rarely a time she went to sleep before the sun started to peek through the horizon. He had to be quick, lest he want those pretty wax boys and girls who patrolled the daylight to catch him. To steal his Moon.

He hadn’t realized how careless she was, dancing with abandon under the multicolored lights of the bar, leaving her drink unattended at a corner table. Nevermind that, it was lucky for him. No matter how annoying it was to see her friends buzzing around her like moths to her flame. They served as a fine distraction. He’d have her to himself soon enough. Maybe he could make her dance for him.

He would have scolded her for the ease at which the monsters that go bump in the night would be able to climb through her window, but he supposed he was one of those monsters now. That was fine. He’d be a monster if it meant he could hold the Moon in his hands, and know that he was the only one allowed to feel her glow.

The silver collar reminded him of a wedding band as it clicked around her neck. How lucky for him she hadn’t noticed the unnatural bubbles that fizzed her drink not even an hour ago. Her head fell against his chest as he lifted her into his arms. Is this what it felt like to touch the Moon?

Okay, Icarus. He acquiesced. He understood. The feeling of her skin, soft as cotton, sent shivers down his spine. The peaceful look on her sleeping face only reinforced what he had already known. She was a Goddess. Blood red feathers puffed in excitement, and something a little more feral.

The golden glow that began to creep into the sky shook him from his thoughts. Wax wings couldn’t have carried him across the sky as quickly as he had been able to soar home. Wax wings wouldn’t have allowed him to cradle the Moon in his arms like the most precious of possessions, and spirit her away from that sky she loved so much.

But he supposed she hadn’t been entirely wrong as he set her down on satin sheets, that pretty wedding ring collar around her neck. Maybe the shadows of the night had swallowed him whole. That was fine. 

He’d been able to drag her with him into the abyss. She would have to share her moonlight with him now, lest she want to stumble blind and dumb through the dark the rest of her immortal life.

He knew she wasn’t really immortal, but the knowledge that she’d shine only for him until her last breath made him feel like forever was at his fingertips.

He sat, deep in thought, at the edge of the bed, eyes glued to his Moon. He wondered, when she opened those starlit eyes of hers, and found herself brought down to Earth, would she cry pretty, shooting star tears? Or would she look upon him with grateful awe, that he had been the one to finally touch her? To catch her.

And then, remembering her words, a more sadistic thought. He hadn’t brought her down to Earth to fuck and breed like cattle. He really hadn’t. Or not just to fuck and breed like cattle. His lips split in an insatiable grin, tongue flicking out to lick across too sharp fangs. That was simply a welcome bonus.

He’d never had anything to call his own his entire life. All the little wax boys and girls got to play in the Sun. They’d been able to enjoy the light. He’d never understood. The light had held him hostage, and used him to do its dirty work because it was too afraid of the dark to do it on its own. Fine. But if he had to be a slave to the light, he’d revel in the darkness.

He had the moonlight to guide him now.

He was surprised to find that there was a darkness that frightened even the Moon. But the pale horror that painted her face as she gazed upon him, hands clawing at the silver present at her neck could only be explained as suffocating fear.

"Don't be scared, little Moon. You'll be alright down here on Earth. Right here with me, where you belong."

He couldn’t wait to unwrap his present. But as he shed his clothes, and crept forward, and an ocean of tears fell from her glowing eyes, he found himself the slightest bit disappointed. He’d really hoped she’d be thanking him. She should be thanking him.

A spark of irritation lit in his chest. He’d played her game. And he’d won. It was only fair that he collected his prize. He’d flown so far to touch the Moon. The least she could do is lay back, and let his fingers explore.

Oh well. What was one more game?

He captured her hands in his claws, trapping beating fists in pretty silver bracelets laced to the bed frame. Shooting star tears streaked her cheeks as he shoved her into satin sheets. He brushed the wetness from her cheeks, but the rivers that streamed from her eyes were endless.

He felt like gloating to Gods that didn’t exist as he ripped at the pretty white lace that decorated her skin. Pretty white lace. The Moon really was pure, really was untouched.

Well, until now. Suck it, Icarus.

He crammed that pretty white lace that he’d dragged down her legs into her mouth. Screams didn’t suit the Moon’s pretty voice. Where had her riddles gone? He wrenched her thighs apart, and let his eyes explore. His claws slid down, sinking into plush skin, and his head dove between her legs. 

Thank you for the meal. The taste of her on his tongue was like nothing he’d ever known before. Ambrosia. She really was a Goddess.

His tongue explored inside her, and played with that pretty jewel between her legs until she began to tremble. She twisted, spitting the pretty lace out of her mouth, and with a voice breathy and shaking,

“Please.”

Like he said, he was nothing if not a generous suitor. He spelled his name with his tongue across her lower lips, and kissed at her sensitive bud.

Her thighs quivered, hands straining against those silver bracelets, as the most beautiful of moans left her mouth. Her back arched in a way that reminded him of that ethereal Crescent Moon.

He leaned back, wiping the dew from the wolfish grin on his face. He freed her hands, wanting to feel her sacred fingers roam his unworthy skin. Never mind how they pushed and scratched and hit, begging with each new mark they painted on his skin.

After all, where could the Moon go now that the sky was out of reach? He positioned himself at the heaven’s gate his tongue had just barely peeked through.

“You’ve been floating all on your own in the sky too long, little Moon. It seems the shadows have swallowed you.”

And he shoved himself inside.

Fuck.

He finally understood why men went to war, why men died for just a taste of elysium. He vaguely registered the broken pleas and cries that came from her lips, but he payed no mind to the words. The sounds that left her sent pleasure-filled shivers down his spine.

He thrust inside her with wild abandon as she bleated and whimpered, and knew that he had touched perfection. His wings, strong and sharp and bloody, were nothing but wax imitations to the real, raw beauty of the Moon.

He was no different than the little wax boy who thought he could touch the Sun. But this little wax boy had caught the Moon.

Pretty hands came to clutch at crimson feathers, fingers digging in to grasp on to some sense of reality. He realized he could answer her question now. As she tore the feathers from him in terrified, pleasured frenzy, he knew. 

Wax wings didn’t burn in the moonlight.

They bled.

Yanderes who fuck their Darlings so rough and fast that their Darling's moans and cries get punctuated and broken up by each thrust

Like Dabi would be railing his Darling and actively TRYING to do this lol

"Please, please stop! I wanna go h-home, Dabi, stop, sto-o-o-o-op!"

Perv 💋 Bucky x Reader One Shot

content warning: bucky x fem!reader, friends to fuckers, flirting, dirty talk, smut (dub!con, dry humping, daddy!bucky, fingering, handjob)

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“I guess it’s on us to pick a movie,” You say once the others leave the motel room, slamming the door shut behind them.

Bucky doesn’t reply. He’s too busy staring at your nipples which are poking through your cotton top, practically drooling at the sight.

“I’m in the mood for horror, but Steve will complain,” You think out loud, laying back on the bed and continuing your verbal thought process while Bucky continues drinking in the view.

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You done goofed now son.

Downshift

Pairing: Motocross!Ari Levinson x Female Reader Summary: Ari thinks you're too good for his neighbor and he's, sadly, proven right. Word Count: Over 2.2k Warnings: Pining, hurt/comfort, some angst, fluff and feels, cheating (not by Ari), swearing, motocross!Ari Levinson (he’s a warning, okay? A/N: Meet Beast and Sweetart! Set in the same AU as Starting Gate and Lapper. Should I start making Wednesdays a dedicated motocross day? Beta read by the beautiful @maladaptivexxdaydreaming, but any and all mistakes are my own. Banners by the talented @maysdigitalarts. Shoutout to my lovely for helping with the reader's nickname (I can't tag you. BOO!). Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world!

Ari Levinson is a beast. One of the largest and toughest riders in his class at 6'5", combined with his dark beard, shaggy hair and rough exterior, he received the nickname in passing and it stuck. If you asked any of his exes, he was a beast on and off the tracks. He didn’t mind. There were worse names out there. 

Most riders weren’t easy to intimidate, but not many wanted to go toe-to-toe with him. Others in town tended to stay out of his way, too, when he wasn’t smiling. Jensen teased that people probably expected him to growl. He could admittedly be an asshole when the occasion called for it, but he was a good guy. 

A beast with a heart.

One of the only people he could remember in a long time who never seemed put off by him was you.

Someone “taking his breath away” seemed like complete bullshit until you showed up. When you looked his way the first time, you flashed him a kind smile and wave. You looked sweet, making him want to devour you to see if you tasted the same. Arousal spread from his gut and you hadn’t touched him.

I could eat you for breakfast, lunch and dinner and it wouldn’t be enough.

Your eyes caught his attention next. The sincerity and warmth weren’t anything like the pit lizards who threw themselves at him. He stared and hoped his blue eyes reflected a resemblance of kindness. He didn’t want to scare you off. He wanted to ruin and keep you safe.

It didn’t matter what he did.

You were dating his asshole neighbor, Carter.

It didn’t make sense to fall for someone so quickly, but it hurt each time he saw you go into or leave Carter’s place. Especially when you smiled his way or stopped to chat for a few minutes. Your boyfriend was always quick to pull you away with a cocky smirk or a smart-ass comment, which prompted you to tell him to be nice and mouth “sorry” back in his direction.

Why are you with him?

From what he knew about the guy, he came from money and traveled a lot. Even his dressed down clothes were name brand. He gambled occasionally, but Ari never saw him at the track. Maybe it had something to do with keeping you away from the riders. He never liked the prick, but seeing a sweet girl like you with him put him on his permanent shit list, along with how he treated you. Like you were an object or a doll for him to play with.

There was a difference between being somewhat possessive and treating someone like a possession.

Doing his best not to take his frustration out on his bike, he still couldn’t figure out why you were with him in the first place. You didn’t seem like the materialistic type and you were kind to everyone. Were you settling? He wanted to grumble so many times that you were too good for him, but he would’ve sounded crazy since the two of you only spoke a few times in passing.

It wasn’t like Ari to sit back and watch something good pass by. He knew from racing what happened if you let opportunities slip away. Even if he was selfish in wanting you, was it really his place to ruin your happiness? It wasn't meant for him to interfere.

Looking back, maybe he should have.

The knock on his door pulled him from his slumber, groaning as he sat up and rubbed his eyes. After work and practice, all he wanted to do was get some fucking sleep. 

“Just a minute! Fuck!” he yelled at the second knock, throwing some shorts on before he made his way to the door.

His sweet girl You stood there with tears streaming down your face as the door flew open and he wanted to apologize for snapping when you shrank back. You were in your work clothes and you shivered despite the warm air. 

“I’m sorry. I, um, I didn’t mean to bother you. I’ll go.”

“Are you okay?” he asked when you began to turn away, skipping the pleasantries. It was the only thing keeping him from putting his first through the wall. 

Who knew the sight of your tears would bring out the animal in him?

“My boyfriend. Well, no. EX-boyfriend now,” you said quickly, swiping at your face to brush the tears away. “I just caught him in bed with…”

“Fuck,” Ari whispered, not fully hearing the rest of your words, his blood boiling as you cried harder. He knew the guy was a prick, but a cheating prick? How could anyone cheat on you?

I bet Barnes and Rogers would help me hide a body.

“Can I use your phone, please? I dropped it when I left and I can’t go back there.”

Ari nodded and let you inside, having to step back so you didn’t brush against him. He was happy that the place was clean. It likely wasn’t as nice as Carter’s place, but he did well enough and he took pride in it. 

He imagined you there many times, but not like this.

“Thank you. I’ll be out of your hair soon,” you sniffled as he directed you to the couch, wincing slightly. “I’m sorry, but could I also ask for some ice?”

“Stop apologizing, please,” he nearly begged before he went rigid. “Ice? Are you hurt?”

I’ll kill him if he touched you. I’ll fucking kill him.

“I punched him?” it came out as a question, holding up your hand to show him. “Never punched anyone before. I don’t think I did it right.”

Ari fell for you a bit more. “He had it coming,” he said before he could stop himself. “Sit tight. I’ll get my phone and some ice.”

“Thanks, Ari,” you said, rubbing the top of your hand.

His gaze lingered before he left the room to grab what you needed, wishing he could pull you in his arms to tell you it would be okay. Anything to put your smile back on your face. 

The only tears he wished you’d cry were tears of pleasure.

Maybe one day, I can do that. And maybe not while you’re healing from this.

“You know, I could teach you how to punch,” he said after he came back and sat down beside you, gently placing the wrapped ice on top of your hand. He took up a portion of the couch with his size, but you didn’t seem to mind how close he was. At least, he hoped you didn’t.

You inhaled sharply, but managed a small smile. “I bet you could. Doesn’t everyone call you ‘beast’?”

He was happy that you knew his nickname. “They do. What do people call you? Sweetart?”

“Don’t you mean ‘sweetheart’?” you asked as you took the phone with your other hand.

“Nah. You look sweet and you are sweet, but you apparently pack a tart punch. Like the candy.”

Fuck, I sound like Jensen. He rubbed off on me.

You began to laugh after a second, your eyes shining a bit brighter through the pain. “Sweetart. I like that.”

Clearing his throat, he stood up and looked down at you. Most women were smaller than him, no matter their height, but the urge to wrap you in his arms and keep you safe wouldn’t go away. “I’ll let you make your call.”

He made sure to grab some tissues and a glass of water as well as you called your friend, doing his best not to listen when he heard tears in your throat. You asked if you could crash at her place and explained that you weren't in the best headspace to drive over there. He should’ve offered you a ride. It was the least you could do.

You set his phone on the coffee table once you were finished. “My friend should be here shortly. One of the only numbers I have memorized.”

He sat back down beside you as he handed you a tissue, his knee touching yours. “I know it doesn’t help, but I’m sorry.”

You dabbed at your eyes, sniffling. “Probably better that I caught him now and not later. I just feel stupid, you know?” 

“You’re not stupid, he is. He’s a fucking prick, too.”

“He never liked you,” you said, smiling a little. 

“Well, the feeling’s mutual,” he said, sighing as he leaned back against the cushion. “Could never figure out why you were with him.”

Fuck, why did I say that?

“He’s a family friend. Charming. Sophisticated. The kind of guy my parents wanted me to be with. When he asked me out, I agreed. I knew he had his flaws, but I looked past them,” you explained as he turned his head to pay better attention. You swallowed a little before you continued. “Which is another reason I feel stupid. I cared despite the red flags. I set myself up to get hurt.”

“You ignored your instincts because you cared, but that doesn’t make you stupid. Stop calling yourself that.”

You nodded, reaching for the water. He caught the ice before it could slip from your hand, keeping it there as you took a sip. “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“The girl he was with was an old girlfriend. A stunningly beautiful socialite who just happened to be in town. They thought I’d still be at work,” your lip trembled. “She didn’t even look sorry that I caught them. It was like she knew she was better than me. And I know deep down he wanted me to be more like her.”

Fuck that.

“Anyone who jumps in bed with a guy and knows they’re with someone else isn’t better than you. They deserve each other. You deserve better.”

“You really believe that?” you asked, a tear falling.

Before you could wipe it away, he reached over and caught it with his fingertip. “I do. And I know it hurts like hell. He should’ve been faithful and worshiped the ground you walked on. You don’t deserve anything less than that.”

Ari thought he said the wrong thing when your expression went blank, setting the ice pack on the table. “Can I have a hug, please? You’ve always been so nice to me and I could really use one.”

Whatever you want.

The second he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, a fresh wave of tears came. Wetness gathered on his chest as you let it out. He wasn’t used to people turning to him as a source of comfort, but he instinctively rubbed your back and nuzzled the top of your head with his chin. He wanted to rip Carter limb from limb for reducing you to this. The demented part of him wanted to stay alive just so he could watch you thrive without him. 

No matter what happened, Ari would make sure you were happy.

Your tears slowed after a minute, but you stayed in his hold. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled against his chest. “You’re really warm. I think you are a beast.”

Ari chuckled, his large hand sliding up and down your back to soothe you. “You figured it out. Don’t tell anyone.”

“It’ll be our secret,” you said, lifting your head. Having you against him, you robbed him of his breath again. “Could I ask one more favor and I’d be forever in your debt? And you don’t have to.”

“Name it.”

“Would you be willing to help me get some of my stuff out of there later? I can pay you.”

“I don’t want your money. I can help,” he assured you. He would do it for free just to see the look on that prick’s face. “On one condition.”

“Name it,” you smiled, echoing his words.

“Come to my next race?” he casually suggested, hoping it didn’t sound like a date. He didn’t want you to think he was insensitive to your current feelings. “No pressure. No expectations. I know you just ended a relationship, but I think you could use a friend.”

“I’ll be there,” you promised, bringing a smile to his face. He hoped he didn’t look too excited, especially since you were still hurt. “I’ve been wanting to go for ages and now I have no reason not to.”

“I think you’ll like it. And don’t worry about your stuff. If you know where it needs to go, I’ll get some of the guys to help me out. In fact," he took your hand, the one you punched Carter with, and brought it to his lips. He swore he heard a slight whimper when they met your skin. "I'll even get your phone back before you head out."

"Thank you," you said breathlessly, clearing your throat as you looked away for a second. It felt good knowing he took your breath away, too. "I mean it. Thank you so much, Ari."

Ari knew your friend would show up any minute, so he cherished the feeling of holding you for a bit longer. He meant what he said about you needing a friend. The wound would take time to heal and he would help you see that you were perfect.

 A sweet and tart girl who made everyone around you smile.

He just hoped you wouldn’t hold it against him when he punched Carter in his smug face.

*****

We'll see more of Beast and Sweetart, along with some other riders, soon. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

THE FUCKBOY COMMITTEE MASTERLIST

18+

Fuckboy!Stucky x Reader

Series Status: Ongoing • UPDATED EVERY TUESDAY

Series Summary: Still a virgin in your 20s, you're desperate for some experience - but there's not a single man in New York that you can trust. There are, however, two seasoned fuckboys who promise to guide you through the world of sex, with no strings attached.

Series Warning: Fuckboy!Steve x Reader x Fuckboy!Bucky, mature themes, smut, inexperienced!reader, friends with benefits, drug use, MMF threesomes, angst.

ONE: The Proposition

TWO: The Agreement

The Penthouse

18+

A group of obscenely rich, horrifically powerful, and sex-addicted individuals share more than one dark secret - but their favorite secret is you. The pretty little thing they've got living in the lavish penthouse they bought together, where they can escape to when they need a break from their families.

Series Warning: Multiple Characters x Reader, adultery, hard drug use, smut, depiction of rough sex, dark kinks (specified in each part).

1: Ragdoll ARI LEVINSON

2: Seductress STEVE ROGERS

3: Special STEVE KEMP

eddie munson x reader & steve harrington x reader (?)

warnings: daddy kink, choking, creampie, overstimulation, voyeurism

ugh imagine Steve walking into you and Eddie fucking?

You’ve been at it like bunnies, fucking nonstop and only taking breaks to smoke a shared blunt. Both of you left the door to Eddie’s bedroom ajar, not really giving a shit if someone walked in. There’s metal music playing loudly in the background, swallowing your moans and the sound of Eddie’s bed hitting the wall. It’s not like you both expected a visitor because Eddie’s uncle wasn’t gonna be home until late. You both definitely wouldn’t expect Steve to walk in uninvited.

You’re bouncing down on Eddie’s cock, squealing and moaning his name so prettily. Your facing your boyfriend who has a blunt between the fingers of his free hand and the other hand gripping your left hip. His hand trails up to your chest to grope and squeeze your tits. You whine when he leans forward to suck and bite one of your nipples.

And in search for Dustin, Steve slips inside

“Good fuckin’ girl.” Eddie praises sweetly against your ear, “Keep fucking your self on my cock like that, my pretty little slut.

And Steve who is so blissfully unaware of what the fuck the two of you are doing, he steps inside the trailer in search of Dustin and Eddie. He repeatedly shouts out Eddie’s name, growing frustrated as the loud music playing swallows his voice. He lowers the music on the radio and rolls his eyes.

“Freak, probably can’t hear me with this goddamn music playing.” Steve huffs, rushing towards the hallway that he’s sure leads to his room.

“Hey freak, have you seen Dustin by any chance? He was supposed to meet me at the Family Video but he didn’t show up so I figured he’d be here since—“

He turns the knob and opens the door, freezing instantly when he realizes what’s going on. Staring at the view of your back and ass, moaning and calling Eddie ‘daddy.’ He should really leave but for some reason his feet are planted onto the ground, preventing him from leaving. Or maybe he didn’t want to leave. Maybe he just wanted to see the way you arched your back and listen to your high pitched squeals and whines while Eddie, slammed you down on his cock.

This should be disgusting— he should be disgusted by this. But he isn’t, no. In fact, he’s turned on at the sight of you, his crush that he’s been trying to score a date with, fucking your tight little pussy on Eddie’s cock.

Then when he realizes Eddie is staring straight at him, he visibly panics. His cock is strained against his jeans, hard and throbbing at the sight of this. Eddie, the shit he is, smirks and pushes you down on his mattress, wrapping your legs around him. He fucks you hard and fast, forcing his thick inside of your gushing cunt that he keeps filling up over and over. Your moans grow louder and they’re music to both of the mens ears. His ring clad hand reaches over to grip your throat, eyes never straying away from Steve for a minute before staring down at you.

“My pretty little slut, like it when daddy fucks you like this? Fucks you hard and treats you like a whore?” Eddie spits cruelly, smirking at you when he noticed your eyes are fluttering. Black spots mark your vision but the euphoria and high that your experiencing is too overwhelming, and you grip his wrist. Eddie eventually let’s go of your throat, hand trailing between your bodies to flick and thumb your throbbing clit, groaning as your cunt milks him.

“Oh, fuck— s’too much Daddy!” You squeal loudly, pussy spasming uncontrollably around his cock, a gush of your juices surge that Steve is sure tastes sweet. Your body then lays flat against the mattress, relaxed and breathe evening out and Steve figures you passed out.

“F—Fuck yeah, princess—“ Eddie let’s out a soft moan of your name, cock throbbing and his balls tighten before he pumps your pussy full of his cum once more. He pulls out to rest his cock against the folds of your pretty cunt, smearing more cum against it in the process. It’s heavy and fat on your pussy. It’s not long till Eddie begins to stare at him once again, the same smirk he gave him earlier when he was fucking you crawls back on his lips.

“Hope you enjoyed the show but fuck off now, will ya?” Eddie chuckles. He removed himself from your body and covers it with a blanket, away from Steve’s prying eyes. He then walks towards Steve who is still standing in front of the door. He grins and let’s out a small amused laugh when he realizes how embarrassed Steve is for being so hard at the sight of you being fucked.

“I gave you a free show this time but next time? Not gonna happen. I’d take care of your little problem ASAP if I was you, Steve. Blue balls is a serious disease.” Eddie grinned sardonically, pushing Steve out of the room and slamming the door in his face.

Just yes 💕

Secret Ingredient

Dark! PTA Dads! Stucky x Teacher! Reader

Summary: You take such good care of their daughter Rebecca that Bucky and Steve decide they want to take care of you too.

Warnings: NON-CON, smut, somnophilia, drugging, kidnapping, breeding kink

Word count: 6.9k

A/N: ​​@cocoamoonmalfoy helped brainstorm. Thanks!

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Squirming beneath the scrutiny of Bucky Barnes, you tuck a stray coil behind your ear. Sending him an awkward smile, you avert your gaze, letting it wander back to the front of the gymnasium.

The reason this is likely all in your head proudly stands on stage, perorating about the benefits of parental input in matters regarding the curriculum for the next year. Steve Rogers. President of the PTA, husband to Bucky Barnes, father of an adorable six year old…and your worst nightmare as a teacher.

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A Lack of Choice

Pairing: merman!Andy Barber x Reader (A Spin on The Little Mermaid #2)

Summary: Taken on the night before your wedding, you wake up imprisoned in the depths of the sea with a merman that had darkness behind his beautiful eyes as your warden.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY NON CON SMUT CONTENT. soft dark coz he's still sweet on you but with dark themes (abduction, manipulation, conditioning/brainwashing, imprisonment, drugging, forced soulmate bond), non con somnophilia (unconscious unprotected fucking in human form), non con monster fucking (unprotected fucking in merman form), breeding kink, praise kink, choking

Word Count: 8.4k (One Shot)

A/N: This is One Shot #2 for my Mermaid AU in my Story Book Collection. I'm also offering this as tribute to @slothspaghettiwrites 's Marvelous Monster Mayhem Writing Challenge with the song prompt Closer by Nine Inch Nails. Actual lines are in bold.

You don't need to read the first one, but it is recommended so that you can have a more wholistic experience with the lore and how they all connect together. I'm so happy to be back!

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Andy snickered as Bucky all but flew out of his court after fulfilling his duty, a flurry of bubbles left from his hasty exit. Common. Predictable. Expected. Ever since he was forced to abdicate the throne to his sister, the entire kingdom had given him a wide berth especially after several instances where his grief and fury ended in injuries for himself and the subjects who were trying to pacify him.

With his fall from grace he was asked to retire to one of the castles that were further from the main city with only a handful of staff. It was an act of generosity from his sister, refusing to believe that he was irredeemable. He appreciated it and really he much preferred to be alone as he mourned and waited for his inevitable death.

Andy was slowly dying from heartbreak.

The experience was different for each one, the length and depth of pain varied from case to case. For Andy, he had been enduring for centuries now with his demeanor getting progressively colder and darker as the years passed. One could hardly believe that he was once a well loved benevolent king. The hollow silence in his chest was enough indication though.

It was only a matter of time now.

He could hardly remember at this point what a beating heart felt like, but he remembered the pain of his failed love in excruciating detail. His disdain of humans came from that catastrophe, falling in love with a woman’s false charms only to find out later that she had just been biding her time to kill him and to escape. He remembered the sting of the knife through his chest, but more than that he remembered the bite of her words afterwards. She never loved him. He had been a fool.

He leaned back on his throne, his muscular tail swaying lazily beneath him and his hair flowing in the water, as he thought over what Bucky had said. He was furious at first, having left his post as a Queen’s guard leaving his sister without protection on land and he was seconds away from ripping Bucky’s throat out with his sharp teeth but one thing he said had his outrage stopping in its tracks.

A girl.

There was a human girl gifted to Andy by his beloved sister. Their supply of humans were scarce and they had very short lifespans once taken so only a select few were provided with the privilege to breed with them. He was provided with humans regularly at first, having been born a royal it was important for the kingdom for his bloodline to continue. However after he mistreated the last few humans, he was cut off.

Andy had no shortage of sexual partners. Plenty of Merfolk still threw themselves at the opportunity to bed a royal, disgraced as he was. He was also undeniably attractive, the darkness in him adding a dangerous thrill to the sex but there was nothing like burying his cock in a human cunt. The thought alone of how hot and tight it felt was enough to make him harden and for his fins to curl in anticipation. He smirked.

Time for a visit.

He swapped his tail for legs as he walked into the cottage where his human was imprisoned, slipping on a pair of soft cotton trousers and foregoing a shirt. Shuri had outdone herself with the developments she had made through the years in creating a viable habitat for the humans underwater that would not only allow them to live comfortably, but would also prolong their shelf life. He made a mental note to send her a gift because the sight of you half naked and unconscious on the large bed had him almost lunging for you immediately.

He was immediately drawn to you, a faint echo of something forgotten sounded in his chest as he laid his eyes on you for the first time. He came around to your side of the bed, brushing the hair off your face gently before trailing down to trace along your jaw. His thumb lingered for a moment on your lips and then his hand went to circle your throat, squeezing just a little to feel the momentary hitch in your breathing.

You were the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.

The swell of your breasts were calling to him, barely covered by the bikini you had been wearing when you were taken. Pinching and rubbing at a nipple over the fabric caused goosebumps to erupt over your skin. He smiled. You were so responsive to him even in this state.

“Good girl.”

Lower his hands traveled, over your hips and along your thighs before finally settling on his prize. He cupped your pussy and the heat he felt through the material of your bottoms had him groaning. He rubbed you through the fabric, slow yet firm in his movements. It didn’t take long until your damp arousal was eagerly meeting his hand and he could smell you.

Just a taste. He needed a taste.

Deft fingers pulled your bottoms aside and stroked your slit, spreading your slick around and up to your clit. You sighed quietly and your legs tried to close themselves, your body reacting instinctively to protect yourself. He chuckled as he nudged your legs apart once more for him. He knew the potion you were made to take for the journey down still had some time left before wearing off and your vulnerable defenseless state had him palming his cock over his pants.

He dipped a finger inside you, his jaw ticking at how tight you were. He drew the finger out of you, catching the scent of your arousal before slipping it into his mouth. He hummed as he swirled his tongue around it.

“Sweet.”

He watched you intently, noting how evenly and deeply your chest rose and fell. Your mouth was parted slightly and there was a heat radiating off your skin from his touching you. There was a softness and an innocence to you that made him forego his original plan to wait until you had woken. Why wait? He caught your chin between two fingers and pressed his lips on yours, a first kiss of many he was sure.

He would have you now.

His pants dropped to the floor easily and he crawled up on the bed over you, his face immediately coming up to your cunt. His cold breath blew on your heated sex and he was pleased to see your body jerk in reaction. Strong hands gripped your thighs and spread you wider, your bottoms casually tossed to the side to offer him unobstructed access and a perfect view of your glistening folds.

The first full taste of you on his tongue had him immediately diving back for more as his grip on your thighs tightened. Your taste was intoxicating and he couldn’t get enough. He didn’t think he would ever get enough. He feasted on you, lapping at your folds and dipping his tongue inside you. You groaned when he sucked on your clit and your hips began to move sluggishly in response.

He smiled against you, looking up from his spot to watch your still unconscious form. Your brow was furrowed in confusion and your eyes were twitching beneath your closed lids as if you were fighting it, fighting him. He found that he liked that. His fingers came up inside you, twisting and curling to work you open for him. He loved how you were just dripping for him and clamping down on his fingers.

“So good for me.”

He quickened his pace, both his fingers and his mouth ravaging you. He swirled his tongue around your clit expertly, intent on pulling your first orgasm this way. Your hips moved more, following the fire that he was stroking inside of you until it built into an inferno that had you gushing your release into his waiting mouth with a sharp whimper.

“Such a good girl,” he whispered as he left a few last kisses on your quivering cunt.

He rose off the bed to kneel between your legs, gripping his now painfully hard erection in his hand. He pumped it slowly as he watched you sprawled helplessly beneath him, slapping the heavy length of him down on your clit. Your body jolted as he repeated the action, dipping his cock lower to catch your slick as his free hand roamed your body.

“Stop,” you slurred.

He chuckled at your feeble protest as he circled the head of his cock at your entrance, pushing in just the slightest bit to coat himself more. Your hands raised weakly to make him stop, but they fell away promptly as they felt too heavy for you.

“You will let me violate you,” he declared, groaning loudly as the head of his cock breached you.

Inch by inch he moved in and out of you, carefully stretching you to accommodate his extraordinary size. Your back arched at the intrusion, a whimper falling from your lips at the discomfort.

“No,” you mumbled even as your body was subconsciously bending to take him better.

“You will let me desecrate you,” he growled as he forced his way deeper into you.

“No,” you repeated quietly.

He chuckled darkly, groaning as he bottomed out. You were squeezing him so tight. The heat and wetness of your cunt enveloping him in a spell that almost made him lose control right then and there. You felt too good around him. Too perfect.

“Your body says otherwise,” he said as he pressed his lips sweetly to yours, a sharp contrast to how he was forcibly taking you. “This isn’t a choice. You’re mine now, honey.”

His thrusts started slowly, enjoying the sight of your juices shining on his cock every time he pulled out and how he could see himself bulging through your skin when he pushed in. He committed to memory the feel of you, rolling his hips and grinding to reach the deepest parts of you.

“You’re doing so well,” he groaned as he leaned closer to you, pulling your top down to palm your breasts. You felt so soft and he loved the way your body bent closer when he took a pebbled peak into his mouth. “You’re made for this. You’re made to take me.”

The way you were panting, gasping, and twisting your body spurred him on to go faster. He pounded into you as he held your bodies close, his pelvis rubbing against your clit to take you higher and higher. He could feel you choking his cock and he knew you were nearly there.

“That’s right. Cum for me,” he ordered. “Drown my cock, honey.”

In your unconscious haze you tumbled into oblivion, your body reacting to the pleasure he had forced on you by clenching down hard on him and trembling underneath him. Andy relished the feeling of you falling apart for him, loving the way you were milking him for all he could give. His thrusts stuttered before he was spilling into you with a loud grunt against the crook of your neck.

Huffing and trying to catch his breath, he kissed you deeply. He lifted himself off you, checking that you were still under the influence of the potion before getting up. He came back after cleaning himself in your bathroom, carefully wiping you of any trace of his indulgence before redressing you.

He stroked your hair and kissed your forehead before he left you to rest. Slipping back into the ocean and into his tail. He would return once you awakened and introduce himself. He liked his new toy very much and he would have to say his thanks to his sister once she returns.

For now, he would have some fun.

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You woke up with a pounding headache that made your vision swim as you crawled out of bed with a loud groan. You made your way to the bathroom, blindly holding on to the walls to steady yourself. What the hell did you and your fiance drink last night? You shook your head and regretted it immediately. Whatever the hell it was you were not drinking it again. The cold water you splashed on your face was a welcome relief and you drank greedily after, surprised at your own thirst. You promised to stay away from alcohol for the rest of your trip. Your fiance would surely agree knowing he had a lower tolerance than you.

Where was he anyway?

Bleary eyes searched the room for any sign of him, your memory still heavily muddled. You were too tired to really think about why he wasn’t in the room. Maybe he went for a walk. Hopefully he’ll come back with some breakfast. God, you hoped he would. A shower. You decided a shower would do you some good and could relieve some of the ache you felt in your muscles.

You stumbled across the room, intending to pull the first piece of fresh clothing you can get your hands on from your suitcase. Your steps abruptly halted, your bare feet suddenly now feeling like lead against the cold wooden floor. A disturbing realization washed over you.

This wasn’t your room.

This was a completely different room from the one you booked on this getaway and your suitcase was not in the corner you knew you left it in. Where the hell were you? Panic bubbled violently in your stomach and you fought the urge to vomit as you began to also accept that your fiance was likely not here as well.

You were kidnapped.

A cold sweat began to form on your skin as your mind came to grips with what was happening. Survival mode began to kick in. You took a deep breath to calm yourself down so that you can formulate a plan. You were alone in an unfamiliar place, but you were also unrestrained. Your eyes snapped to the front door of the room. It might be risky but you need to get an idea of where you were so that you can get home. Maybe you can find some help.

Your shaking hand reached for the doorknob, praying that it was unlocked. Your breath came out in a relieved huff when it turned without resistance. You gulped as you pulled the door open and stepped out of the room. What you saw was miles away from anything you expected. You gasped and your knees buckled. You struggled with every step forward. Your mind could hardly comprehend it, but there was no other explanation.

You were underwater.

Looking around you, you could clearly view sea creatures casually swimming by. There were fish of all colors and sizes, sharks that had you taking a step back, and countless other species that you could not name. They were all so beautiful, so mesmerizing to watch and you would have happily spent hours doing just that if not for the reason why you were treated to such a view.

Beyond the room, which looking back now was more a small cottage, was the purest of white sand you had ever seen. All that and yourself were encased under a transparent dome lined with soft lighting that mimicked almost perfectly the gentle rays of the sun, providing you with the needed warmth you suspected was essential with how freezing cold the bottom of the ocean would be.

It was like some sort of reverse aquarium and you were on display. Immediately you felt claustrophobic and your chest tightened with frantic despair. How were you expecting to escape from the depths of the sea? More importantly, who would have taken you and why?

Your second question was answered seconds later, but it was an answer that made even less sense than the location of your prison. Slowly approaching what appeared to be the only entryway to your enclosure was the stuff of myths.

A merman.

You watched, utterly mesmerized by the graceful yet strong movements of a tail in shades of blue with its scales sparkling like precious gems and adorned with stands of silver and gold. You followed him as his broad shoulders and toned arms ripped through the water, his muscled torso flexing with each stroke.

You had never seen a sight so strikingly beautiful.

You noticed now that there were two doors to your cage with a short tunnel connecting them. He slipped in with practiced ease and shut the outer door. You jumped back as a whirlwind of water engulfed him before the inner door softly hissed open. Your hand covered your mouth as you saw the merman now on two feet and if it were even possible, he was even more breathtaking.

“Please don’t be frightened,” he said softly, cautiously taking a step toward you.

His tousled hair and beard were still wet, your eyes following the droplets as they trailed down his bare torso until they disappeared beneath the thin cotton pants he was now somehow wearing. There was something commanding yet elegant in his stance, regal even.

“My name is Andy.”

All at once your muddy memory snapped to clarity in a manner so jolting that you fell to the ground. You had eloped and were celebrating the night before your marriage with your fiance at a charming beach resort where you both decided that a night swim was a good idea. You remembered the chilling fear of being dragged underwater and waking up in a dark cave next to your fiance who was desperately trying to negotiate his life to what you now realize was a merman as well. You remember punching him in the face in your fury when he said that they could keep you if they would only let him go. You remember being force fed a potion that tasted sweet and salty before you were once again pulled into unconsciousness.

The cold hand on your heated face brought you back and your eyes snapped open to meet the bluest pair you had ever seen, but the underlying turbulent darkness made you recoil on instinct. It was like the sea caught in a terrible storm and you were a rickety boat. Your mind was reeling as he smiled kindly down at you, cradling you close to his chest with his hand continuing to caress your face.

“You remember, don’t you?” he said sadly, uncharacteristically feeling protective of you at the sight of your distress. Something in his chest pulled and thudded softly.

All your instincts screamed at you to move away, but he was just so compelling that you could hardly move. He pulled you closer to his chest and tried to soothe you. At the back of your fear-addled mind, it registered how cold his skin was and how you couldn’t hear his heartbeat.

“You’re safe here, honey. I’ll take care of you.” He stood up with you in his arms, your voice caught in your throat. “I brought you some food. You should eat. Get your strength back.”

You watched in silent shock as he carried you inside and sat you down gently on the bed, pulling the covers over your shaking form. You didn’t even realize that you were trembling. Andy moved around the small kitchen with the same grace and fluidity as when he was swimming.

Later, you faintly registered the smell of hot food and that you were being picked up again. The blanket was still wrapped around you as he sat on the small dining table with you on his lap. He cradled you like you were precious as he brought the spoonful to your lips.

“Please eat something. Even just a little.”

His voice was low and commanding yet also gently coaxing. The pointed look he threw you when you hesitated prompted you to open your mouth. He smiled as you chewed and oddly you found yourself feeling a sense of satisfaction when he did.

“Good girl.”

Why was that?

Why are you feeling an impulse to please him?

Why are you feeling safe in his arms?

He kept feeding you until you finished the whole serving, the hearty seafood soup warming you and lulling you to sleep. Your head lolled to the side, automatically burrowing against the crook of his neck.

“I wanna go home,” you mumbled, your eyes drooping close. The stress of the day’s discoveries weighed down on you.

His scent was the last thing on your mind before sleep claimed you along with the puzzlement of why you weren’t fighting back at all. He shushed you and brushed your hair delicately away from your face before he kissed your forehead gently.

“This is your home now, honey,” he said softly. “Rest for now. I’ll take care of you.”

His hand traveled from your face, down the column of your neck, cupping firmly on one breast and brushing his thumb over it until the nipple grew hard. He groaned as he pulled your top down and palmed you harder, squeezing your flesh before lowering his mouth to circle his tongue around the peak.

Lower his hand went to slip beneath your bottoms and immediately dip into your cunt. His thumb pressed onto your clit as his fingers worked you open, your back arching to press closer to him as you drenched his fingers.

A sinister smile grew on his face. The inherent allure of merfolk was irresistible for humans, but for those from a royal bloodline it was extremely potent. He would keep you. You would never leave him.

Not like Laurie.

“I’ll take good care of you.”

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Days melted into weeks and you started to lose all sense of time. The only indication you had of the time of day was the changing lights in your pod and Andy’s visits. He visited you everyday, always with a little net brimming with a fresh catch that he would cook for you.

He always cooked for you.

Being the only other creature that you interacted with, you began to look forward to his visits. Lately, you’ve found yourself waiting by the open door and when he arrived you couldn’t help the excitement you felt or the small smile on your face.

You were mostly silent during his visits, still unsure of how you should be behaving because while you had been taken Andy had been nothing but good to you. You watched him as he moved around your new home as he told you stories about this underwater world. You listened in rapt fascination, asking questions here and there about one of the creatures you saw gliding outside your pod.

You watched as he cleaned the fish with skilled hands at the sink while a pan sizzled with fragrant seasoning beside him. It was curious how a creature of the sea seemed so comfortable with mundane human tasks. You found it amazing how in the deep dark sea was this modern abode fitted with appliances that were much better than what you had on land.

How was there butter?

You wanted to ask. You wanted to know more about this new world you were introduced to. You had a million questions running through your mind, but in front of your excited curiosity was the stifling apprehension.

“I want to go home,” you murmured, your arms circling around you.

“You are home, honey,” he said gently. Always the same answer. Always the same patient tone. “Come eat now.”

And like always he lifted you into his arms and sat you on his lap as he fed you. His body felt solid against yours, but his touch was always soft and almost protective.

“I want to go home.”

You winced as his grip on your waist got tighter and the storm behind his eyes came to the forefront for a moment. You raised your chin in defiance even as your lower lip quivered in fear. You could have sworn that you saw him smirk for a split second before his expression and touch softened once more.

“Don’t I take good care of you here, honey?” He cupped your face to keep your eyes locked, his voice taking a more melodic tone. “Answer me.”

The longer you stared into his vivid blue eyes, the more you felt your resolve crumble. Your mind grew foggy until all that was there was his unnaturally beautiful face and the compulsion to please him.

“You do.”

His smile warmed you and the slow stroking he was doing sent sparks dancing all across your skin. This was the first time he was using the siren song on you and he was thoroughly enjoying seeing you fight uselessly against it. He thought that you were doing well, the mild sedatives he has putting in your meals leaving you in a weakened state but he obviously underestimated your will.

“Don’t you like being with me here?”

Your eyes started to glaze over and a soft moan escaped your lips as his hand moved to more sensitive skin. His smile grew wider, enjoying seeing you slowly give in as your eyes became more glazed.

“I do.”

“Tell me what you want, honey.”

You gasped as his hand rubbed at your clothed cunt, his lips a breath away from yours. His breath smelled sweet and drew you closer until your lips grazed his only for him to pull away. You whined at his teasing.

“Tell me what you want.”

Your hips chased his hand, seeking more friction for your pulsating cunt. You panted as his hand grew rougher with you, your mind fully clouding over. He prompted you again for an answer and you whimpered as you struggled to pull yourself to your senses.

“I want to go home.”

All at once Andy’s movements stopped and his expression hardened. Your will was stronger than he anticipated. He would have to break you down in a different way. You would not leave him. He would not allow it.

Not like Laurie.

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Andy was angry with you. There was no doubt about that, but you thought that he would eventually forgive you. You thought that it would eventually return to how it was. Disturbingly, you wanted it to go back to how it was. He still came to you everyday, but for the next two weeks he only came to cook your meals and feed you. He didn’t talk, only going about your new home to quickly make you food and check that you still had supplies. He barely looked at you, only when he gave you a stern look as he raised the food to your lips did your eyes meet. It made you squirm in his lap as you accepted the bite without complaint.

You missed his voice.

After that he stopped feeding you on his lap. It was strange to feel so shocked when for the first time he sat you down on the chair beside him before feeding you. It was strange how your face was contorted in confusion. He still didn’t talk. He still barely looked at you. You missed feeling his strong thighs beneath you.

You missed his touch.

After that he stopped feeding you, leaving promptly after he had finished cooking your meal for the day. He just left the plate on the table and exited. He still didn’t talk. He looked at you only once. You whimpered just before he stepped out the door, halting him only for a moment.

You missed his company.

This continued for weeks until it reached a point where he would just leave the ingredients for your meal on your kitchen counter, leaving you to cater to yourself. You didn’t realize until then how much he spoiled you. How much he really took care of you. Andy had been nothing but gentle to you as far as you knew and despite your better judgement, you felt like you were being ungrateful.

You missed Andy.

You had a vague idea of when Andy came to you, it wasn’t so much the time but your body and mind just somehow knew when to anticipate his arrival. When he didn’t walk through your door on time one day, you worked hard to tamp down the anxiety that was bubbling in your chest. Hours passed and still no Andy. Dejected and now feeling hungry, you walked out of your cabin and immediately spotted the small netted bag by the entrance of your pod.

Andy had come.

But he did not come to see you.

This continued for a while, with Andy leaving before you could even catch sight of him. You tried to anticipate him earlier, wake up earlier, wait by the door. You found yourself desperately trying to catch just a glimpse of him. Following your impulse, you had taken to sleeping and waiting by your pod’s entrance.

Somehow he always managed to slip out before you could catch him, the little netted bag was the only evidence that he had been there. Until one day you were so adamant to keep awake until he next came, fighting your body’s urge to rest and close your eyes. You were teetering between consciousness and the tired darkness when you sensed his arrival. Your hand shot out to grab weakly at the fabric of his pants, you looked up from where you were laying on the ground and spoke in a voice that was scratchy from not being used in so long.

“I’m sorry, Andy.” Your chest felt heavy and you were suddenly racked with sobs, your next words coming out in wet hiccups. “Please don’t go.”

Your eyes were blurred by your tears, the loneliness of the months with Andy ignoring you hitting you like a tidal wave. You held on tighter to his pant leg when he moved, thinking that he was leaving again only to see him crouch down and gently lift you into his arms. He was cooing soft reassurances in your ear as he carried you back into the cabin, you clinging on as if he would evaporate into sea foam if you let go. Finally hearing his voice again brought some life back into you, feeling his arms around you made you sag in relief.

“I’m sorry,” you repeated as you buried your face in his neck, breathing his unique scent in as much as you could in fear that he would deprive you again.

“You’re forgiven, honey. It’s okay,” he shushed you, rubbing his face against the top of your head. “You’re freezing. You shouldn’t have stayed out there. Let’s get you to bed now. You should sleep.”

He laid you on the bed and tucked the covers in around you, making sure that your shivering would cease soon. Before he could walk away though, your hand reached out again to grasp onto his hand.

“Please stay,” you pleaded softly, your eyes not meeting his in case he rejected you.

Andy couldn’t help the satisfied smirk that curled on his lips as he wordlessly laid himself next to you. You scurried to press yourself as close as possible to him, folding yourself against his body until every part of you was touching some part of him. He chuckled as he ran his hand up and down your back to encourage you to sleep, a dull thud again echoing in his chest. As you slowly drifted off to sleep, the loneliness that had been pressing down heavily on you from his absence started to lift.

You wouldn’t leave him now.

Not like Laurie.

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It was hard not to notice the change in you and Andy was feeling very smug about it. The biggest change was that you were now initiating touch yourself, going so far as to voluntarily sit on his lap and silently wait for him to feed you. You waited for him to feed you a meal that for the first time you had asked to help prepare.

He rubbed slow firm circles with his thumb on the small of your back as he watched you finish your food. Every time he would move away from you, your grip on him would grow tighter. He kept smiling proudly at you, pleased at the success of his plan. You had been very good for him the past month, so good that he felt you deserved a reward.

He came to your pod one day with a beaming smile on his face at the image of you waiting for him by your open door. He pulled out a vial from his pocket and presented it to you.

"What's that?" you asked with your head tilted to the side as you observed the liquid slosh around in the glass.

"You've been so good for me, honey, that I wanted to give you a gift," he said sweetly, brushing your cheek tenderly with his free hand. "Do you wanna go for a swim?"

Your eyes widened and your lips parted in surprise, but the small remaining rational part of your mind began raising alarm bells. The last time you took a drink from a merman had you waking up as a deep sea captive. Taking it for confusion, he smiled warmly at you as he explained.

"This potion will allow you to breathe underwater for a little while. I thought you might like to get out for a bit," he said, pausing to rub his nose affectionately against yours. "Would you like that, honey?"

You knew that you should have controlled your enthusiasm better, but the sheer joy you felt at the chance to go out and explore was too much to contain. It was the first time Andy saw you smile this way; genuine, bright, hopeful, and grateful. There was that odd muffled thudding again in his chest that he couldn’t explain.

You looked so beautiful smiling.

"But you have to promise to stay close to me, okay? There are lots of things out there that could hurt you. Do you understand, honey?"

Nodding your head rapidly, you agreed. You practically skipped about the room as you pulled out swimwear, rushing to get dressed before he changed his mind. In your rush, you didn't notice how Andy's eyes darkened with desire as you changed in front of him. It immediately switched to warm fondness when you stood in front of him ready to go and practically bouncing with excitement.

He couldn't help it. You just looked so adorable. He lifted your chin up gently and leaned in to lay his lips lightly over yours. The widening of your eyes and the heat creeping up your face only made him want to kiss you some more, maybe spend the day ravishing a fully lucid you for a change, but he promised you a swim so he took your hand and pulled you toward the gates of your pod.

Your heart began to race as you got nearer. It wasn't freedom, but it was the closest to it you would have in what felt like forever. You tugged on his arm to halt his steps and he quirked an eyebrow at you in question.

"Thank you, Andy," you mutter shyly.

He smiled widely at you, pleased that you were now acting properly. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and pulled you toward the gates. Just as he was about to open the intricate locks, another mermaid urgently approached. She swam to the side, stopping as near as she could to you both and stared intently at Andy through the glass. You've seen him interact with his fellow Merfolk before and you recognized from the way his expressions changed that they were talking telepathically.

As the mermaid swam away, Andy sighed deeply and turned toward you with a regretful expression. Your own face turned crestfallen, knowing already that your little field trip would not be pushing through.

“I’m so sorry, honey. They need me for something urgent, but it shouldn’t take too long,” he frowned at your apparent disappointment, wanting so much for your bright smile to return. He took your hand and placed the potion vial on it, his eyes reassuring you of his promise. “I said that I would take you out for being good and I intend to keep that promise. Can you be good for me for just a bit more and wait?”

“I can,” you said, trying to soften the sadness that was still etched on your face.

“Good girl,” he smiled at you and kissed your cheek.

You watched as he opened the intricate locks and weakly waved goodbye as he swam away, his tail slicing through the water easily. You sighed as you turned the vial over in your hand, your mind blank of any thought except your yearning for Andy. Your hand stopped when a sudden thought hit you.

You had the potion.

And Andy was gone.

The gears in your mind began to turn and suddenly the fog lifted, the fog that had wrapped around you and weighed you down into this subservient version of yourself. The fog that had made you entirely dependent on Andy’s existence evaporated and you were thinking clearly for the first time since you’ve been there.

You could escape.

It didn’t take you another second to decide. Your heart was hammering in your chest and your hand shook as you uncorked the small bottle. You didn’t hesitate to down the whole thing before you rushed to the gates, the empty bottle dropped haphazardly on the ground. Having stood by Andy earlier granted you a view on how to work the locks and it was fortunate that you were paying attention. You paid little mind to how your whole body was dropping in temperature from the effects of the potion, almost yelling in victory as you succeeded in prying open the first gate.

When the water began to fill the small tunnel, your breathing sped up exponentially. You were understandably panicking, trapped in a confined space that was slowly filling up with water. Human self-preservation dictates that you hold your breath as it reaches your chin, your body flailing until the rational part of your brain tells you that you should be able to survive it. You made a conscious effort to carefully try breathing in and opening your eyes, cautiously experimenting until your body fully adjusted.

You couldn’t waste any more time. You didn’t know how long the effects of the potion would last or how soon Andy would return. You just hoped that you had enough to reach the surface. With renewed determination, you opened the second gate and braved the open sea.

You had no idea where you were, all you knew was you had to swim upwards. The water was freezing, your limbs struggled to propel you, and frightening creatures crossed your path. Still, you kept your will set strongly toward your freedom. You don’t know how long you’ve been swimming now, your arms and legs felt like they would fall off from the exhaustion and you were getting lightheaded from the effort. Your heartbeat began to slow into hard thuds, struggling to keep going and you feared that this was how you would die. Just as you were about to succumb, the fates showed that they had other plans for you.

Light. There was light.

It must be daylight on the surface by the way the sun was shining down on the waters, the light was dancing and welcoming you. The surface. You were nearly to the surface. You forced yourself forward, the surge of hope fueling you to make that last stretch. So focused were you on your task that it wasn’t until the hair stood on the back of your neck that you were alerted to the danger. You nervously turned your body to the source and regretted it immediately.

Andy.

And he was furious.

Your eyes widened as you saw the expression on his face. Never had you seen that look on his face, a mix of burning rage and cold mocking, that even from this distance it filled you with a cold dread.

Run.

Your mind screamed at you and snapped you back into your senses as you saw him rapidly close the distance between you. You put all your remaining energy into getting away.The light was sonear. You were so near to your escape that you could almost reach your hand out to feel the warmth of the sun.

A garbled scream tore through your lips as you were roughly pulled down to come face to face with Andy’s dark sneer. This was the first time you had seen him in this form this close and for a moment you were hypnotized by just how magnificent he was. His eyes were an even darker shade of blue but also more vivid, the storm you had seen early on was front and center. Scales were coating the sides of his neck, leading up to his ears that were now more pointed in what looked to be small fins. His torso was bare and the texture of his tail as it rubbed against your legs was indescribable. Circling his head was a thin intricate band of gold, jewels, and pearls.

A crown.

You gulped as you started to struggle away from him. Your fear was threatening to engulf you, but you fought it as hard as you fought to be released from Andy’s grip. He always had a different air about him. Andy it seems was no ordinary merman.

And you had pissed him off.

“Did you think that you could get away from me that easily, honey?”

You shook off the shock of hearing him in your mind and the venom in his tone, your own screaming for him to let you go. Your screams came out in wild air bubbles from your mouth as his grip on you tightened further. You were sure they would leave bruises.

"You promised you would be good. Now I have to punish you."

"No, Andy! Please let me go!"

Your head craned to search for the light of the surface, to search for hope, and you shivered as Andy took this as an opportunity to kiss roughly along your neck. His growl against your skin sent a shameful heat through your core and the bite he left just below your ear had you shaking.

"How else are you going to learn where your place is, honey?" he said, the threat was unmistakable in his tone. "How else are you going to learn that you're mine?"

He pulled away from your neck only to pin you with his angry glare before crashing his lips to yours. You were frozen as he conquered your mouth, his tongue delving in to claim yours. It was demanding, angry, and possessive. You gasped as you tore yourself away, pushing at his chest desperately to gain distance.

A lucky kick to his abdomen propelled you away and you could practically feel his annoyance rippling in the water as you swam as hard as you could. You gained some distance only for his hand to catch you by the back of your bikini bra, but you fought. You fought with everything you had until your top was ripped from your body, but you didn’t care. You didn’t care that he was shouting at you as you continued to slip from his grasp, his nails leaving angry marks on your skin. You didn’t care that the next time he grabbed for you, he caught your bottoms and tore them off. You didn’t care that you were now stark naked trying to escape the most dangerous predator you had ever encountered. You didn’t care.

Not when the surface was so near.

You kicked yourself upward toward the light, your heartbeat deafening to your own ears. One more stroke. Just one more. Finally, your head pierced through the surface and the fresh air greeted you. It almost overwhelmed you, unaccustomed now to how real air felt like. What it tasted like. You were greedy in your intake, absorbing as much as you could and stretching your arms out to feel the heat of the sun.

A quick glance around and you realized that you were in a cave with an opening just a few steps ahead. Craning your neck, you could see that the opening led to land and if you listened carefully you could almost make out the sound of birds.

Land.

There was land.

You were so elated that you could cry, but it was short lived as you felt yourself being dragged down underwater before you could even grab onto the rocks that lined the edge. Andy had a death grip around you now, his arms circling your torso and his tail fins wrapping around your ankles to keep you from flailing.

“You’re mine.”

His eyes flashed in warning before his mouth latched onto one hardened nipple. Your back arched at the shocking sensation of his tongue lashing at you. You tried to wriggle free, pushing hard at his wide shoulders but the way his other hand was now snaking down to your core was sending jolts of arousal through you.

“I’m going to show you that you’re mine.”

At that he roughly thrust two fingers into your cunt, your lips opening in a silent scream. You felt humiliated as your core instinctively gripped him tighter, encouraging the assault he was subjecting you to. He chuckled darkly at how wet you were, the nights he had spent to train your body to his touch were well worth it.

His fingers quickened, curling and twisting the way he has come to know drove you higher into ecstasy. He could see the fight in you dissolving, a mixture of fatigue from escaping and the lust that was burning through your skin. He released you momentarily only to lift you until he could close his mouth on your clit, his fingers never slowing in their movements. The addition of his mouth sucking almost violently on your throbbing pearl threw you over the edge, your hips moving on their own to grind on his face to prolong your high.

You were still reeling from your climax, your breathing shallow and laboured, that you didn’t realize he had taken you back to the surface until you felt the thick warm air. He leaned you against the rocks as he lifted your thighs up to circle his hips, your body silently conforming. His tail was rough yet slippery beneath your thighs, almost like beard stubble and it sent shivers dancing across your skin.

“This time I want to hear you.”

Your eyes snapped to attention and met his, the afterglow of your orgasm quickly replaced by a chilling fear. The cocky smirk he had should have been enough to prompt you to resume fighting him, but instead it froze you in place.

“Scream for me, honey.”

Scream you did as he buried his cock inside you in one forceful thrust, your walls struggling to accommodate his inhuman size. His attack was relentless and punishing, driven by a need to possess you in every way possible. Your moans of pleasure and pain echoed through the cavern, your body spiralling uncontrollably into delirium.

“You feel just as good as the first time.” He laughed at the look of confused panic on your face as he snapped his hips, his cock punching at your cervix. “That’s right, honey. This isn’t the first time for us. Not that you were conscious during the others.”

That was when you fully realized that there was no escape. You had been fooling yourself into thinking that you could go back to whatever remained of your past life. The moment that Andy had laid eyes on you had sealed your fate. He had claimed you long before this moment. You were his.

“You’re going to look so good carrying my heirs. I’m going to keep you dripping with my cum,” he groaned as he felt your walls tighten. His hand came up to your neck, squeezing just enough to have you playing on the edge of consciousness. “Give yourself to me. Bind yourself to me.”

He punctuated each command with a sharp thrust that had the coil in your core tightening painfully, begging for release. His hand around your throat tightened at your silence, warning you to obey. His gaze was burning through yours.

“Tell me your mine.”

“I’m yours,” you whispered, resigned to your fate. You were resigned to the choice made for you. “I bind myself to you.”

Upon your words a searing pain erupted around your neck, beneath the skin that he clutched. You screamed as you felt the fire crawl precisely across your skin. Andy watched as a fine white light etched intricate patterns in a collar around your throat, a pattern that was replicated on his left bicep. An unbreakable proof of his command over you.

A contract to bind

Two souls tied

One as master

The other slave

Unyielding and unbreakable

A mark forever engraved

The voice of the ancients enveloped you both, blessing your union. Soon the pain of the marking evolved to that of heightened pleasure and Andy’s pace grew hurried, fueled by purpose to formalize your binding in the most intimate way. He knew by the way you were panting and how your walls were fluttering that you were close. He kept his eyes on you, wanting to see with clarity just how beautiful you would look coming undone.

“Cum for me, honey.” His thumb came to thrum urgently on your clit. “Cum for me now.”

The scream that tore through your chest and the shaking of your body as you were consumed by the most powerful release you had ever experienced, dragged Andy to his own finish. He groaned loudly against your mouth as he gave a few more harsh thrusts, spilling all of himself deep inside you.

“Say it,” he commanded as you both struggled to come down from your high. “Say your mine.”

You answered with the only thing you could. The only truth that there was. The only words that he would accept. The only answer that you knew deep in your spirit.

“I’m yours.”

Inside Andy’s barren chest came the soft thudding again, louder now this time and more persistent. Louder and louder it grew until he could feel it synchronize with the rapid beating of yours.

His heartbeat.

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Hello! Love your work especially with the last request 😍 May I request C.Evans x Innocent!reader. She's being interviewed with Chris for their first movie together and her big screen debut. During the interviews Chris keeps dropping hints that he's interested in reader but she's SUPER oblivious. The whole entire filming he has been interested in reader, but she never picked up on the hints. After all the interviews Chris finally snaps and shows her how much he's been longing for her 🥵🫣 Thank you!

don't deny the animal

Pairing: dark!Chris Evans x naive!reader

Warnings: non-con, dubcon, daddy!kink, dumbification, degradation, possessive behaviour, obsessive behaviour, manipulation, misogyny, slight breeding kink, seriously chris is kind of deranged in this, and the reader is super innocent, MINORS DNI

Summary: Chris wants you. He's never lusted after a co-star before but he can't help but want you. And the fact that you don't even realise it, makes him want you more.

(A/N: i got kind of carried away with this. but i hope you enjoy it anyways. i'll warn y'all again, this is a dark fic! read at your own risk! enjoy! also, -> requests are open <- and i write for chris evans and characters, so if you have any ideas do send them in!)

Chris thinks he’s having a minor heart attack the first time he sees you. His heart does this flippy thing that he’s never really felt it do before, seeing you shuffle into the room – all bright-eyed, shy and unsure of yourself. You’ve got your script gripped tightly in your hands; lip bitten in concentration as you go over your lines. He finds it so cute, how serious you are. He also can’t help but stare at you, your perfect figure, the way those jeans hug your ass.

“I see you checking out the fresh meat.” The director sidles up to him, giving him a nudge and a wink. Chris doesn’t hide his scowl – he doesn’t like this seedy sonofabitch talking about you like that. Despite the fact that he’s never before batted an eye at the director’s past misogynistic comments towards countless actresses and extras. But something about you is different.

“She’s the full package, Chris, I’ll tell you that right now.” The director continues, “Great body, great face. Acting’s great too. Plus, she’s got that whole innocent thing. You know, the whole ‘I’m from a small-town and I’m new to Hollywood thing.’ God, that’ll go away quick, won’t it?” Chris zones out almost instantly, watching you whisper your lines to yourself as you pace around in the corner. Disregarding the director, he finds himself walking towards you.

He introduces himself, all confident and oozing with charm. He loves that you blush instantly, craning your neck as you look up at him because he’s just so much bigger than you. He loves how soft your voice is when you tell him your name and where you’re from. He loves how he makes you so nervous that you stumble over some of your words, and the blush deepens on your cheeks. He stares at you brazenly – he really can’t help it. You’re the hottest little thing he’s ever seen – how you bite your lip so sexily, how your eyes flash with panic every time you stutter over your words. And that body. God. He can feel his imagination running wild.

Chris doesn’t really make a habit out of fucking his co-stars. In fact, he tries to avoid it because of how messy it can sometimes be. But he knows he wants you in his bed the moment he sees you. You’re absolutely stunning but he can imagine just how pretty you’d look underneath him, with your legs spread, your face contorted in pleasure, mewling his name as he pounds you into next week. Fuck. He has to have you. No ifs or buts. He has to. And luckily, he always gets what he wants.

As filming begins, he can’t help but admire how good of an actor you are, how cute you look pouring your whole heart and soul into your lines. You’re quiet and reserved off-camera, but as soon as the director yells action, it’s like you’re a different person. And Chris loves acting opposite you, playing your love-interest. At one point, you earnestly tell him you’ve been a huge fan of him since you were really young, how great you think he is, how much he intimidates you. He loves how you boost his ego without even realising it.

“You should come to my trailer later on,” Chris says to you pointedly on day five of filming. It hasn’t even been a week since he began working with you but he’s already impatient, already wants to get in your pants. “We can… rehearse.” He makes sure to say it pointedly, make it as clear as day what he wants. There are a few kissing scenes and even a minor sex scene between your characters that you both have yet to film, and he figures he can give you a bit of practice on that within the intimacy of his trailer.

“Oh yes, definitely!” You’re enthusiastic, looking as if you’ve been blessed that the Chris Evans just asked you back to his trailer. He’s smug, loving how excited you get, loving how you stroke his ego. It gets his dick so hard; he has trouble concentrating the rest of the day. And you’re so extra hot that day, pouting those pretty lips of yours as you act through your scenes. Wardrobe’s done a great job of dressing you in this flowy, periwinkle blue sundress. That, plus this fresh, minimal makeup look they’ve done on you, makes you look like a little flower. It’s so innocent it actually makes his heart ache. And his dick too.

You show up at his trailer so promptly that it makes him smile. There’s an hour break before filming starts again and Chris can think of a million different ways to spend that time locked up in his trailer with you. He pulls you inside immediately, loving how your eyes widen at his touch. You seem nervous – you’re always nervous around him. “You want a drink?” Chris offers, gesturing to the selection of beers he’s got in his mini-fridge.

“No, thank you, Chris.” You say primly, and he wants to reach down and adjust his hard fucking dick because of how polite you are. He really approves of your good manners, it’s a trait he finds both attractive and important in a girl, and it just makes you even sexier. “I don’t really drink.” You add softly, and he chuckles. Oh, sweetheart, Hollywood’s gonna eat you alive.

“How about a juice?” He asks, and he can’t help but smirk when you nod shyly. He hands you an apple juice-box, making sure his hand brushes against yours as he does, loving how you jump slightly at the contact. And, God, it really is the hottest thing in the world to him – you holding that juice-box, sipping on it all cutely. His mind shifts to a darker place, thinking of how he could really just ruin you.

He saunters over to the conveniently located loveseat in the sitting area of his trailer, plopping down and really spreading himself out, knowing he’s taking up more than half of the space. Crooking a finger in your direction, he beckons you forward, “C’mere.”

Chris loves how you scurry to obey his simple order, your demeanour radiating nervousness as you tentatively sit down next to him on the loveseat. He immediately sidles closer, so close that he’s nudging your leg with his. And it’s crazy how sexy you look, tugging the hem of your dress down your pretty legs when it slightly rides up, not to mention the hitch of your breath as you register how close in proximity he is to you.

He picks a scene and the two of you begin rehearsing. He loves the passion in your eyes – it seems like the only time you give him full on eye-contact for an extended period of time is when you’re acting. It’s easy for you to get lost in a scene with him – but every move Chris makes is calculated. Like when he puts his hand on your thigh. The scene doesn’t call for it but he does it anyways – figuring he might as well make it extremely obvious that he wants to fuck you. Right here. Right now.

Your eyes widen but apart from that you continue with your lines. Chris smirks, squeezing the soft flesh of your bare thigh, wondering if you bruise easily. Somehow, you make it through all your lines and – surprise, surprise; it’s not like he picked this scene on purpose – the scene ends with a kiss. It’s only meant to be a peck, but Chris figures he’ll really plant one on you, get you wet between the legs and ready for him.

He kisses you, loving how you squeak against his lips before melting into it and kissing him back. One, two, three seconds and fucking hell, Chris is ready to peel your clothes off. So it surprises him no end when you pull away, eyes bright and shining as you grab your juice-box and take another sip. “That was good, I think.” You speak. “The scene, I mean.”

Chris smirks, “And the kiss?”

He watches you mull over his question, really thinking it through before you answer, “I think I did okay. But I don’t know. I don’t really have much experience with that kind of stuff, Chris. I’ve never really done any kissing scenes before.” And you look so innocent as you confess this, all reflective and honest – as if you have no idea that your lips on his have given Chris the biggest raging hard-on he can remember having in a long time. He moves his hand up your thigh and squeezes again.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. You were great.”

“Really?” You light up, and it’s killing him how oblivious you seem to be of his true motives. “Wow, Chris. Your feedback really means everything. You know, I really just wanna nail this role – so people take me seriously. My family thinks this acting thing won’t work out, and I just wanna prove them wrong.”

Chris truly can’t believe it. His intentions have been crystal clear as day. He wonders if this whole innocent thing is just an act – but one look at you slurping noisily on your juice-box and he knows it’s not. You really are truly innocent, missing any signal he seems to be sending your way. And it only makes him want you even more.

***

From that point onwards, Chris makes it a personal objective of his to get you in his bed. He lays it on extra thick, your oblivious nature forcing him to act more and more obvious with his flirtations. He touches you a lot – in front of everyone. The whole film crew is subjected to Chris leading you around, his hand pressing on the small of your back or his arm thrown casually around your shoulders. The director gives him a knowing wink – you dirty dog, Chris. I knew you’d fuck her sooner or later! – and it truly seems like everyone knows Chris’ intentions. Everyone but you.

One day on set – when he’s feeling especially bold and horny – he takes you to his trailer to do a bit more “rehearsing”. The sex scene between you two is coming up, and you’ve told him you’re nervous about it, because – surprise, surprise – you’ve never filmed anything like that before. “That’s okay, princess.” Chris says, using one of his many pet names he now has for you, “I have something we can watch together. It’ll take the edge off and give you some pointers, too.”

Of course, when you’re both snugly sat in his loveseat, he pulls out his laptop and puts on his favourite porno. It’s a risky move – but surely you can’t be that oblivious. You settle in next to him, cuddling close because you’ve mostly gotten over your initial shyness around him, not batting an eye when he puts his arm around you. It’s only when the porno starts playing that realisation dawns on your face, and you turn to him with a questioning look, “Ch-Chris? What is this?”

“It’s porn, babe.” Chris states the obvious, loving how your luscious lips form the shape of an ‘o’, wanting nothing more than to stuff his dick down your throat just for pursing your lips like that. Instead, he squeezes your shoulder gently. “It’s an industry secret, but all the big actors watch porn before their sex scenes. I do it all the time. It works like magic.”

Sometimes Chris wonders how he can lie so easily. But you seem to be eating up every word he says, nodding as if he’s just bestowed the world’s biggest wisdom onto you. You settle in, relaxing as the video begins. And Chris spends the whole time looking at you rather than the laptop screen. The look of pure concentration on your face is absolutely adorable, but you might as well be taking notes in math class with how serious you’re acting. He wonders if you’re just very good at masking your desire – and he wonders just how wet your panties are.

“Ooh, daddy, fuck me harder!” The girl in the video moans, and you wrinkle your nose and look at Chris. “Daddy?” You repeat, a questioning look on your face.

And Chris thinks he’ll bust a nut right then and there, hearing that word slip past your lips. God, how fucking innocent can you truly get? He clears his throat, making no secret of adjusting his hard dick in his pants.

“Well, yeah, princess. Don’t you know that most men love it when their girls call them daddy?”

You shake your head slowly, a look of wonder on your face. “I didn’t know that. Should I call you daddy when we film our sex scene?”

He chuckles at that. I wish. “Maybe not, princess. But you can call me daddy anywhere else.”

And he can’t believe you have the audacity to laugh. This twinkling little girl giggle you do that drives him crazy, gets his dick so fucking hard he feels like he’s going to explode. And the feeling increases tenfold when you next open your mouth. “Okay, daddy.” But you say it as a joke, laughing shyly while Chris screams inwardly out of frustration. God fucking damn.

The two of you film your sex scene the very next day. And for Chris, it’s over all too soon. One second, you’re on top of him, underneath the covers wearing flesh-coloured bra and panties to give the illusion that you’re naked. And God, it feels too fucking good, your tiny body writhing on his hard dick, your lips pressing kisses on his skin, breathy little moans coming from your mouth. He can’t resist and gives your ass a little slap, loving how it jiggles against his palm.

He bounces you up and down on his dick, really wishing more than anything that he was actually inside of you. But it feels fucking amazing anyways, him humping you on his dick like this. He can’t believe this is his job. But after about ten seconds of this pure bliss, the director is yelling cut and Chris wants to gouge the motherfucker’s eyes out. Too soon, the assistants flood the set, helping you into a fuzzy dressing gown and whisking you away.

And you have the audacity to look back at him and mouth, “thank you for the pointers.”

He gifts you with flowers and a pearl choker on the last day of filming – after three aggravating months of sexual frustration and getting nowhere with his hints. You squeal and give him the biggest hug ever; he can feel your breasts pressing against his chest. “You’re the bestest, Chris. I’m gonna miss working with you so much!” He hopes you can feel his hard dick against your stomach, but if you can – you don’t say anything.

And his gifts don’t just end there. He buys you a tiny black bodycon dress to wear for the wrap party. Packaged with luxurious tissue and sealed inside a white box marked with Chanel. He leaves it waiting for you on your hotel room bed, accompanied with a note: Wear this for me tonight, princess. Love, Daddy.

He can’t possibly be more obvious if he tries.

And when he sees you at the wrap party wearing the dress hechose for you, that he bought for you – it awakens an almost violent, animalistic desire in him. He wants to bend you over and fuck you in front of everyone there, and go extra rough as punishment for teasing him all these months. But you’re blissfully unaware as usual, skipping over to him and giving him the biggest hug, thanking him for the dress. Completely unaware of the true intentions behind his expensive gift.

He keeps you on his lap all night. Maybe it’s because he can see how every other man in the room is staring at you in that body-hugging dress, or maybe it’s because his fucking dick just needs some friction from your body. And does it really matter if you don’t even realise what you’re doing? Getting all excited as you talk about the upcoming movie that you can’t help but bounce around, unknowingly giving Chris a few seconds of bliss?

But you leave early, saying you’re very tired and need a good night’s rest. Chris almost offers to give you a lift back to your apartment, but he’s surrounded by colleagues, actors and producers – all congratulating him on the movie. And easily, you slip out of his grasp; giving him a dainty wave before you’re gone and he’s left at a party he no longer wants to be at, with a hard dick and no adequate way of relieving it.

The press days for the movie are the worst. Of course, Chris is paired with you for the interviews – but the two of you never have a moment alone. It’s hair and makeup, then one interviewer after another sitting across from the two of you. And it doesn’t help that you look so fucking good, wearing this flowery pink dress with small pink flowers in your hair. Looking like a goddamn woodland fairy or nymph or some shit – it’s almost too much for him to handle.

“So, tell us what it’s like working on such a big film with Chris Evans?” One interviewer asks you.

“Oh, he’s just wonderful!” You gush. “This is my first major movie and I’ll admit I was so nervous. Because it’s Chris Evans, you know? But he honestly made me feel so at ease, and he really helped me out a lot. And we had so much fun too, like you guys already know this probably – but he’s a really great guy!” You give his hand a quick squeeze, and Chris notices the interviewer’s eyes zero in on this as you continue: “He’s just amazing. A great friend and mentor.”

Friend? Mentor? How many fucking friends of yours do you watch porn with? Chris wants to know, but he keeps his borderline angry thoughts to himself. Putting on his charming face and laughing and talking his way through the interview, when all he truly wants to do is throw you into the nearest bathroom and have his way with you. Rip that fucking flowery dress off of you, make you get on your knees and see how much of him you can fit in your mouth. Bend you over and make you scream so loud, that everyone hears. Paint your whole body with his cum, completely drench you in it, including those fucking flowers in your hair. So everyone can know that he’s not your fuckingfriend.

Instead, he sits through interview after interview. Growing more frustrated as the day progresses. Everything seems to be getting to him; he doesn’t like the male interviewers talking to you, or even looking at you – and he doesn’t like it when you reply to their dumb questions. He hatesit when you sing praises about the director of the film, or any of the other actors – he hates it when you praise anyone but him.

It suddenly dawns on Chris that he’s had you in this bubble while the two of you were filming the movie these past few months. But now that it’s over, he’s not ready to give you away into the ruthless clutches of Hollywood. He wants to keep you safe, keep an eye on you at all times. And, of course – above all – he wants you in his bed. He isn’t usually a possessive guy but you make him absolutely feral.

When Chris sees you at the premiere of the movie, he feels like his heart is caught in his throat. You look so beautiful, floating down the red carpet in this simple green chiffon dress. Your hair’s piled up on your head in this sexy updo with strands falling down to frame your face. All eyes are on you, the photographers yelling: ‘look this way, sweetie!’ ‘Give us a nice pose!’ ‘One over the shoulder, please!’

He almost wants to whisk you away, stuff you back into the limo and take you all the way back to his own house – away from the intrusive stares of all these people, away from the public eye. You’re his after all, not theirs. And Chris can tell you’re nervous, completely out of your depth, standing there looking so goddamn shy and delectable. He strides over to you, being a red-carpet veteran at this point, grabbing your elbow and giving you an assured smile.

You glow when you see him, readily take his arm. And fuck, it feels so good to have you on his arm, have all these people see you clutching on to him, the official photographers and the paparazzi going absolutely nuts snapping pictures of the two of you. You turn to him and whisper slowly, “Chris, I’m scared. All these flashing lights…”

He leans in all close to you, making sure to smirk as his lips brush your ear. He knows this’ll be all over the internet in a few minutes. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You know I’m here. I’ll always be here for you.” And he can hear all the murmurs and exclamations in the crowd, gaining traction as more people look your way.

“Awww, look how he came to the rescue! She looked like a deer caught in headlights!”

“Chris is honestly the best. And they make such a cute couple!”

“They look so good together, it’s insane!”

Chris finds it amusing how even the random fans in the crowd seem to realise his intentions better than you do.

But he’s in a pretty fucking good mood regardless of that. Because he’s at the premiere of his movie and you’re on his arm. He only lets you go when you two get further down the red carpet, joining the rest of the cast and director as well as a handful of journalists conducting interviews. They corner Chris almost immediately, and he good-naturedly answers their questions. It’s only when he turns around, ready to go into the theatre, when he sees you being interviewed a few steps away from him.

“So, tell us, do you have a special someone back home? Maybe someone who you were wishing could be here with you?” The interviewer asks you, and Chris almost rolls his eyes at how dumb the question is. That is, until you reply.

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe.” You say coyly, doing that thing where you bite your lip. “I’m super grateful to be here, romance and all of that is really on the back of my mind right now.”

“But ‘maybe’ means there is someone back home, isn’t there?” The interviewer grills. And you don’t reply, instead just shrugging happily – which is answer enough for Chris. And his blood is fucking boiling. He feels like he could punch something. Or someone. Every territorial cell in his body feels like it’s multiplying, the animal inside him growling angrily. You? Have someone else? How fucking dare you?

Chris has had enough. No, he’d had enough months ago. Now, he’s fucking feral. And you’re so fucking oblivious, being ushered into the theatre to where the movie is being screened. The whole collective moves, and once everyone’s inside and away from the photographers and bright lights and crowds, Chris grabs your arm, pulling you into the nearest bathroom and not giving a single flying fuck who sees.

“Chris, what are you doing? Is everything okay?” You ask him, your voice all breathy. Fuck, even when concerned you look fucking hot as fuck. Chris can’t take it anymore, he really can’t. “Chris, what’s wrong? They’re screening the movie now, we’re gonna miss it!”

It takes barely two percent of his strength to slam you against the bathroom wall, his arms on either side of you, effectively caging you in. “You have a boyfriend back home?” He asks you bluntly.

“Wh-What, no, I –”

“Answer me truthfully.” He says, his face inches from yours. You look scared out of your mind, and clearly very intimidated. And why does he find it hot that you’re scared?

“N-No, Chris. I don’t have a-a boyfriend,” you stutter; “I was just… There’s someone back home. Someone I knew from high-school. But I’ve been so busy with this movie… Nothing’s happened.”

He kisses you then. All rough from the get go, tongue ripping past your lips and claiming your mouth. He kisses you like he owns you. Which he does. And it’s about time you fucking realise it. You’re almost too stunned to kiss him back, and more confused than anything else. Chris can feel your tiny fists pushing at his chest, trying to push you away. It makes the animal inside him angrier.

“Wh-What are you doing?” You cry, face red and confused. Like, actually fucking confused. After he’s just dragged you into the bathroom and kissed you. Chris can’t fucking believe it.

“Surely you can’t be that clueless.” He says, reaching down to touch your body because fuck – it’s his and he’s had enough. His hands smooth down the sides of your waist, feeling the soft silk of your dress. The material’s so thin, he can practically feel your skin underneath. So creamy soft, he squeezes your waist, loving how you feel underneath his fingers. You let out a small whimper, and it drives him insane. He grabs your ass lewdly with one hand, giving it a rough smack that has you falling into his chest in shock.

“Why are you doing this?” You sob, and he continues to paw at you like a touch-starved man. Like an animal. Making up for all those times when he should have been touching you but couldn’t. “Chris, please! Why– Oh, oh!” You let out an involuntary little moan when he smacks your ass harder, and it makes him smirk.

“I’ve been trying to fuck you since the first time I saw you.”

Silence. And your fucking lips do that thing again, where they turn into the shape of an ‘o’. Your eyes are glazed with tears of shock and you look up at him in complete and utter disbelief. And Chris can’t fucking believe it either – because a tiny part of him still thought that maybe you were just playing extremely hard to get. But no, the way you’re looking at him now, you’ve been this innocent all along. His dick twitches in his pants.

“You’re so fucking naïve, princess.” Chris breathes, hauling you till he has you bent over the counter of the sink. And it’s not like you fight against him – he’s way too much bigger than you and you’re still in shock from what he’s just said. So it’s easy to maul you into place, with your perky little ass pointed straight at him, and he can’t help but grind his hard bulge into your backside.

“I-I, I thought you were my friend, Chris!” You speak up finally, your tone so deliciously pitiful, looking back at him with those big eyes, tear pearls hanging off your long lashes, cheeks red from the position he’s got you in. He smirks, grinding into you even more.

“Friend? How many of your fucking friends do you watch porn with, huh?” He flips up your dress and bunches it around your waist, revealed the most sinful lacy black G-string Chris has ever seen. Fuck. You’re way too innocent to be wearing something like that. He snaps the elastic of your panties against your skin and gives your practically bare ass another harsh smack that has you crying out loud. “And how many of your fucking friends do you call daddy in private?”

“I thought that was an… an inside joke between us!” You sob, clutching hard onto the marble countertop underneath you, so hard that your knuckles turn white. “And… And I thought you said all the actors watched porn before a sex scene. I thought you were helping me!”

“Well, you’re a stupid little baby, aren’t you?” Chris mocks. And he can see you in the huge mirror attached to the countertop that he’s got you bent over, he can see your mascara-streaked face, your flushed cheeks, the way your face drops when he calls you stupid. And God, all of it together is such a heady combination, it almost has him reeling. He rips your G-string off with a single, merciless yank, revelling in your desperate cry as he gives the tattered lace a deep sniff before stuffing it in his pocket.

“Chris, Ch-Chris, please…” Your breathy whines are like fucking music to his ears. He’s imagined how you’d sound all those times he jacked off thinking of you, but it’s nothing compared to the real deal. Your dainty hand grabs at his, and you crane your neck to look at him, “Please, Chris. We can’t…not here! Th-The movie!”

“Fuck the movie.” Chris growls, his large hands pawing their way up to your chest, pulling down the top of your dress till your breasts pop out. He licks his lips at the lewd image he sees in the mirror: you desperately trying to shield those pretty little tits now exposed to the soft light of the bathroom. He swats your hands away immediately, cupping both your breasts in his hands, squeezing indecently hard, loving how you can’t help but moan as your erect nipples poke against his palms.

“It’s your fault it has to be like this.” Chris tells you, “This could’ve happened months ago. I could’ve fucked you in my trailer, in my hotel room, my fucking house. But you just had to be a dumb fucking innocent little baby, didn’t you? Couldn’t even see how bad your daddy wanted you.” He unbuckles his belt and undoes his fly, pulling his hard dick out. And he wishes he could pause time and replay the look on your face again and again. Replay how your eyes widen, replay the darkness and hint of fear that shimmers in your pupils. Replay that goddamn hitch in your throat as you stare at his dick for the first time.

“It’s…so, so big…” You breathe, mesmerised by his dick and Chris can’t help but be smug. He grinds against your ass before slipping it down to press against your slit. Your wanton moan surprises even him – but moments later you’re gathering yourself, shaking your head and scrunching your eyes shut as if trying to fight off every instinct in your body. “N-No, please! Please, don’t do this here! Let’s just go back. I’m sorry, Chris! I’m sorry I never realised, I’m so sorry!” You sob.

“Baby, I’m not stopping for shit.” He says bluntly, his hands leaving your breasts; one lands on your hip and grips it tight, the other meanders slowly down to your pussy. A strangled moan tears past your stubborn lips when you feel his finger gliding over your slick folds. “So don’t you fucking deny me. See how fucking wet you are? You want this. You’re too fucking innocent to realise it – but you want me. And I’ll fucking show you how bad I want you.”

You’re so tight when he stuffs his finger inside you, but at the same time so slippery wet with your walls squeezing around his digit. He almost shudders as he imagines how snug your warmth will feel around his cock. He starts pumping in and out of you at an almost casual pace, because he’s waited so fucking long to have you that he might as well savour it – despite the animal inside him growing restless.

“Ugh, Chris!” You mewl, and for all the fight you’ve put up, it pleases him no end when you subconsciously grind your hips back into him, effectively humping his finger. “P-Please, I…I…” Already, you’re at a loss for words, and Chris wonders if anyone’s touched you properly at all. The boys from your hick small town probably had no idea what they were doing, which explains your almost visceral and immediate reaction to him. He adds another finger and you keen prettily, your worries about missing the screening quickly forgotten, “Oh, oh, oh! Feels good!”

“Forgot about your movie now, haven’t you?” He teases cruelly. As if on cue, his phone vibrates in his pocket. It’s a text from the director: Where the hell are you guys?? The movie’s started, people are wondering where the two stars are! Chris only smirks, using one hand to type out a quick reply, something about taking care of business, his other hand still pumping in and out of you almost lazily.

“Ch-Chris?” Your tiny voice makes him put his phone away, and he looks at your face in the mirror. You already have a glossy sheen of sweat covering your skin, lips parted as if you’re panting. God, it’s crazy how adorably hot you look – and he’s barely even touching you. “Chris… Please… I need… I need…”

A devilish smile paints his features, his fingers curving upwards inside you and causing your entire body to convulse forward. “PLEASE, CHRIS, I NEED MORE!” You cry out so loudly, it surprises even him. And then you’re sobbing, really sobbing, tears staining your cheeks, his name leaving your lips in breathless moans as you rock back against his fingers.

“More huh?” Chris squeezes your ass particularly hard, reddening your soft flesh and loving the way you cry out. It’s amazing how vocal you are for him. “You want more, pretty girl?” You nod pitifully, a look of greedy hope in your eyes when he adds another finger inside your squelching wetness. He suddenly increases the pace of his thrusts, “Where the fuck were you when I wanted more, huh?” Another finger, and now you’re gasping from the stretch, the delicious burn. “Where were you, huh? When I was jacking off to your fucking body all these months while you denied me?”

“Didn’t deny you! D-Didn’t, I didn’t!” You insist desperately, “I didn’t know – oh fuck, don’t stop, ugh! – I didn’t know! I swear to God, I didn’t know!”

Chris can feel you getting close, he can feel it from the way you swallow desperately, from this wild look in your eyes, from the way your little hands clutch at the marble of the countertop. Studying you, longing for you for all these months has made him an expert on you and your body. He knows you’re about to cum, he’s so certain of it. But he doesn’t want to give you the satisfaction. And so, unceremoniously, he pulls his fingers out of you.

“No, no, no, no!” You moan, and Chris feels his dick twitch at how needy you are for him. “Chris, please!”

He grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you up till you’re standing straight, his body supporting most of your weight because your limbs have forgotten how to function. He’s given you a taste, a mere lick, of the pleasure he can give you, and it’s already made you putty in his hands. Turning you around to face him, he leans down, till his face is level with yours and oh so close. “If you’re gonna keep begging me, baby, you might as well address me properly.”

“Daddy, please!” You mewl with zero hesitation, and it’s music to Chris’ fucking ears. God, maybe you weren’t as dumb as he believed. You’re making desperate, grabby hands at him, trying to get him to put his fingers back inside you and finish the job. And he marvels at how – in five minutes flat – you’ve turned so fraught, so frantic for him – like a fucking bitch in heat. He loves that he’s done this to you, that it’s him who’s reduced you to this.

“That’s right, baby. I’m your daddy. Good to know you retained at least one thing from all those months we were filming together.” He guides both of you backwards, into one of the stalls. Kicking down the lid of the toilet, he sits down on it, placing your tiny, form on his lap, loving how you don’t even question it.

And okay, throughout all these months of him envisioning his first time fucking you, he never thought it would be in this small, dingy bathroom at the premiere of your movie. But it was your fault, completely your fault – you’ve driven him to do this, awoken this carnal desire in him to just own you and claim you. It’s like he’s a beast, an animal that’s been poked and prodded for months and now he gets to devour his prey. His reward.

“So, are you gonna ride daddy’s dick like a good little girl?”

Suddenly, you’re shy, panicked. You shake your head vigorously, biting your lip in clear distress. “N-No, daddy, you… you, please!”

“Me what?” Chris is absolutely revelling in this, loving how dumb you sound. “What a dumb baby, you can’t even speak properly all of a sudden, hm?” He gives your ass another slap that has you burying your red face in his chest. “Now answer me. Are you gonna ride my dick like a good little girl?”

“C-Can’t!” You sob, shaking your head again when he forces you to look up at him, desperation radiating off your tear-stained face, “I don’t know how, daddy. Please, you do it. You fuck me. Please!”

It’s fucking crazy how you never cease to amaze him. Chris shakes his head at you, momentarily at a loss. It’s insane how innocent you look, with this bashful look on your face, eyes flashing in embarrassment, trying not to meet his incredulous gaze. He reaches out to brush your hair back behind your ear, licking his lips slowly. “Don’t tell me you’ve only been fucked missionary before, princess. Is that how those small-town hick boys back home were fucking you? Huh?”

You nod, looking so distressed that it’s actually cute. Chris thinks nothing but dark thoughts.

“So you’ve never been fucked by a man before, baby?” He places a sloppy kiss on the nape of your neck, making you squirm and arch your back as you mewl out loud. And he continues, “Never ridden a man’s cock, huh?”

“No, I h-haven’t.” You hiccup.

His hands grip your hips tightly, fingers digging deep into your flesh as he picks you up slightly. “Well, there’s only one way to learn.” He says softly, plunging you down on his dick so hard, so fast, so suddenly, that you scream at the sudden fullness you feel. The impalement has your shriek of pain bouncing off the walls of the small bathroom.

“OH, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!” You scream with absolute abandon, and Chris grunts because finally – fucking finally – he’s inside you. Inside those soft, velvet walls of your pussy that deliciously encase his dick as if it belongs there permanently, which it does.

“That’s right, scream for me, baby.” Chris whispers smoothly in your ear, gripping your tiny body and holding it close to him. You arch your back, the fullness so overwhelmingly pleasurable.

“So, so deep! It’s so deep, daddy! I can feel it so deep!” You babble, half crying and half moaning as you repeat and jumble your words in trying to form a coherent sentence. And there’s no movement yet, no friction, just you stuffed full of his dick while he savours the feel of finally claiming your body.

“That’s right, sweet baby. It’s deep from this angle. But now I need you to move for daddy.” Chris instructs you, helping you by lifting your hips up, hissing at the friction it creates around his cock. “It’s not so hard, princess. Even dumb babies like you can do it. Just move up and down, okay? Up and down.”

Through your tears of bliss and the overriding feeling of being overwhelmed by his huge fucking dick, you nod determinedly. And he finds it so cute when you bite your lip in concentration, doing exactly what he tells you to. With his help, his guiding hands on your hips which are honestly doing about ninety percent of the work, you slam back down on his dick, the tip of it going so deep that it fills you up till the hilt and you cry out desperately.

“Oh, oh, oh fuck! Daddy, it feels so g-good!” You moan, wiggling and grinding on his dick in a way that has both of you reeling.

“I know it does, princess.” Chris straightens up, realising that you’re two seconds away from being so dumbed out on his dick that you won’t get any work done. In an instant, he lifts you up, slamming you down on his dick so fucking hard that you squeal his name, your tiny hands gripping onto his shoulders, his neck, his hair. Just anywhere. “You look so pretty on my dick right now.”

“Th-Thank you, daddy!” You moan, and Chris can’t help but smile at your good fucking manners, despite the situation. God, he really just wants to ruin you. He rocks his hips up suddenly, fucking upwards into you, his hands on your hips controlling your every movement as he thrusts you up and down on his dick, and you scream bloody murder at how intensely good it feels.

“S-So big, it’s so big, daddy!” You whine, grinding down on him as if you’re starved for his cock. And Chris wants to capture every moment of this, he really wishes he could whip out his camera and film you, remember this first time. But his hands are more than occupied by you, supporting your body, holding you tight against him, bouncing you up and down on his cock. He remembers this is the position you guys had filmed your sex scene in for the movie. Fuck, it was crazy how you were out here filming sex scenes in movies when you barely knew the first thing about sex in real life.

But I could teach you.

“How does it feel, riding daddy’s dick on the premiere of your movie, huh?” Chris taunts you, reaching down to pinch your ass lewdly, loving how you scream for him. “How does it feel, finally submitting to your daddy after months of teasing me. Torturing me. Fucking tell me!”

You shake your head desperately, “W-Wasn’t teasing! P-Promise I wasn’t!” You cry, as if your dumb promise makes a difference to him. You’re absolutely sobbing with pleasure, the girth of his dick stretching you out, making your walls burn from taking him. And you take him, over and over, again and again, up and down, in and out. It’s like you’re a rag-doll – Chris controls your every movement. And you let him. You like it this way – he knows you like it like this. Him bouncing you on his dick, making you feel so fucking good, like no one has ever made you feel before.

Movie? Premiere? It’s all forgotten. He knows all you can think about is him, his dick, being owned by him. Being utterly wrecked by him. Ruined. Pussy torn open, used and abused. Claimed by his dick. Here in the bathroom, with your dress bunched up around your waist, tits out, pussy filled to the brim. Mascara running, hair come loose, carnal moans of pleasure and only the sound of his name leaving your lips.

Your pleasure’s mounting, building up into a crescendo that you can’t wait to reach. And Chris knows, of course he knows. He’ll always know. You’re panting loudly in his ear, body limp in his arms as he effectively uses you as a toy on his dick, pushing you up and down on it. And you love it. You thrive off of it. “Daddy, don’t stop! I’m so close, daddy! S-So close!”

Cupping your ass with both his hands, Chris stands up suddenly. Your legs automatically latch around his waist, locking yourself flush against him as he slams you into the wall. And now, now he fucks you like an animal, like a starved fucking animal just repeatedly jackhammering into you. You can’t even feel your legs anymore, you can’t hear yourself think. He’s effectively dumbed you down into just a toy – his doll.

“My little fucking baby,” He growls lowly, “Look how fucking adorable you look, dumber than ever on my cock. You’re gonna cum, baby? Make a mess around my fucking dick, huh? Tell me!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” You cry, “Yes, daddy, g-gonna cum!”

“From now on, you’ll let me fuck you whenever the fuck I want.” Chris says to you darkly, biting and nipping at your earlobe, his hips still a blur as he fucks into you. “You gotta pay me back for all those months I couldn’t have you. All those months you fucking teased me. No, from now on, if I even look at you a certain way, you’ll let me fuck you. Be my obedient little girl, won’t you? Won’t you?”

“Y-Yes I will! I will, daddy! I promise I will!” You’re delirious, drunk on his cock, his dirty talk, his touch – his everything.

“You’ll let me fuck you whenever. Wherever. Howeverthe fuck I want. Won’t you, sweet baby? I don’t care where the fuck you are, if I want you then you’ll drop everything and run to me, you got that? In fact, you’ll stay with me. I’ll fucking keep you close. I don’t fucking care if this movie’s finished filming. I still want you near me. All. The. Fucking. Time.” He enunciates each word with a particularly hard thrust. “You got that?”

The dam breaks. Your orgasm almost squeezes the life out of him, your muscles contracting so violently around his cock. And you can’t believe it’s real, this feeling of pure, unadulterated pleasure. It’s never, ever been this good for you before, this intense, this magical, this euphoric. You cry out his name, cry out daddy until it loses all meaning. White-hot waves of pleasure crash through your body, and he continues to thrust into you, riding you through your orgasm.

And Chris can’t believe how hot you look, coming undone while he fucks you. Even his hottest daydreams about you couldn’t do the real you justice. You’re so fucking beautiful, so sexy, squeezing his dick in such a delicious way that he really can’t seem to last any longer. And it’s only moments before he’s ready to blow, that your dumbed out, blissed out eyes suddenly open, and you’re scratching at his chest in blind panic, “Chris! Chris, I’m not on the pill!”

“I don’t give a fuck.” He growls, the animal inside of him swelling with joy. It’s music to his fucking ears. He’s happy he fucked you raw. And now he can fill you up. His dick twitches at the thought, and your little gasps egg him on even more. Ropes of his hot cum spill inside you, one spurt after another till he’s got you filled to the brim with even more of his thick cum dripping out of you because of course you can’t hold it all in.

“Oh… Oh my God…” You say, practically entranced by the thick white fluid that now seeps out of your pussy. Your lips parted; you reach down to touch it. Like you can’t help it. And Chris feels so proud, so fucking proud. Finally, he’s claimed you. Claimed his girl. Filled her up all nice and full with his seed. And he’s not gonna let her clean up either. Damn right she’s gonna go back and watch the rest of this movie with the reminder of him sticky between her legs.

His large hand covers your own inquisitive one. He hardens inside you once more when he sees that you’ve scooped up a bit of his cum which was running down your thigh. He brings your hand up to your face, prodding at your lips until they part, and you dutifully suck his cum off your finger for him – the image so fucking hot he almost can’t take it.

“Good girl.” Chris praises you, loving how you blush.

You look up at him, eyes bright and still dazed. Makeup ruined, cheeks red, lips bitten. “I’m sorry, Chris.” You say softly, small hand reaching up to touch his chest. “I’m honestly so sorry if I led you on. I had no idea. But I should’ve known better. I should’ve paid closer attention. I’m so sorry.”

Chris feels like his heart is going to fucking fall out of his chest. He feels it again, this overwhelming need to protect her, shelter her, keep her safe. He smirks, chucking her under the chin playfully. “That’s okay, baby. Because you’re gonna make it up to me, right?”

***

EPILOGUE – 18 MONTHS LATER

“So, Chris. Tell us. What’s next for you?” The journalist asks. It’s an intimate interview, a dark set. A leather couch, the interviewer sat across from him. It’s the final piece of press he has to do for his new action movie that’s just come out. And as much as he’s enjoyed the whole filming process, Chris only has one thing on his mind.

“Look, as amazing as all this has been, I think the thing I’m most looking forward to right now is going home.” He chuckles, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair. “Just going back to Boston, you know? Back to my wife and our family.”

The interviewer smiles knowingly, “And how is your wife?”

Chris smiles. His wife. You. You’re amazing. And it wasn’t hard at all to get you to marry him. Not after the two of you started fucking regularly after that fateful night at your movie premiere almost two years ago. He had moved you into his apartment in LA, making sure to have easy access to you whenever he wanted to fuck you. Which was all the time. All the fucking time.

So it wasn’t that much of a surprise when he got you knocked up about two weeks later. And he remembers how distraught you had been, crying into his chest with three positive pregnancy tests on the table in front of you. “I can’t do this; I can’t do this!” You had cried, “I’m too young, I don’t know the first thing about having a baby!”

He remembers reassuring you, telling you that he was there for you, that he’d always be there. Persuading you to move into his big house in Boston with him, where he’d keep you safe and tucked away from the invasive paparazzi of LA. He even persuaded you to marry him, in a private ceremony with only a few guests including your parents, who were happier than ever to see their daughter respectfully married off in Boston and no longer in the cruel clutches of Hollywood.

And then, nine months later, you gifted him with his twins. Two perfect, tiny, wriggling baby boys that looked exactly like him. Chris couldn’t help but feel so fucking proud. And then you started talking about accepting this movie role, going back to Hollywood, filming again. And that animal inside of him awoke once more, unable to bear the thought of you going back to being an actress.

So he knocked you up again.

“My wife is perfect.” Chris answers the interviewer. “I’m really lucky to have met her when we did that movie together – because I can’t imagine a life without her now. She’s at home right now, taking care of our babies. It’s beautiful to watch.”

The interviewer looks absolutely enamoured. “Speaking of babies, baby number three is due any day now, isn’t it?”

Chris smiles and nods. He can’t wait to get back home to you, see you all round with his third baby growing inside of you, just about ready to pop. To him, it’s the most beautiful and breath-taking thing in the world. You, heavily pregnant, waiting for him in his home with his baby twins on your hip. That’s who you’re meant to be. And you’ve got only Chris to thank. You were far too delicate and innocent for Hollywood. Hollywood would have ruined you. Chris likes to think he saved you.

Because you’re a great actress. But you’re an even better housewife. And mother.

Turns out, waiting for you all those excruciating months was worth it. Because now, Chris has you for life.

the end

A/N: i hope you guys enjoyed that! feedback would honestly be GREATLY appreciated, do tell me what you think! also, -> requests are open <-

Misplaced Theatrics: Dark! Chris Evans x Reader

A/N: Hi lovely people! Surprise! I know I said no fics till July but my exam dates literally shifted the next day lol. My most important paper is still scheduled to be on 1st  August but hopefully it will shift too. Until that happens, my June and July are still scheduled to be super busy but I’ll try to update LaCs and also share this brand new series I’m in love with! Meanwhile take care cookies, I’m sorry I have a tendency to ramble. Also this my first time writing RPF so be kind.

Warning: Non-Con, RPF, Breaking and Entering. IF THIS OFFENDS YOU, DO NOT ENGAGE. 

Genres + Characters: Acting AU/RPF.

Summary: You realise too late that the lines between acting and reality have blurred between you and your co-star.

Word count: 3.5K

Another bouquet of roses, another bunch of stuffed animals, a sweatshirt, one of his sweatshirts that he had been seen wearing in public all the time. Your eyes scrunched as you found a mauve velvet box this time, eyes widening at the brand’s name, Tiffany and Co.

You opened the box, your eyes finding the most gorgeous piece of jewelry you’ve ever laid eyes on, perhaps the most expensive one too; a necklace laced with diamonds, both white and blue.

This was too much.

Emptying the entire box, you kept the articles aside and folded the box so it occupied less space and slid it over one of the cabinets. You knew the pap outside had stopped the delivery chap and was now bombarding him with questions which he’d so happily answer. The sender and the contents and whatnot.

This was a PR stunt after all, a means to promote your movie.

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None Of Your Concern (Chris Evans x Reader)

WARNINGS: DUB-CON(NON-CON?), AGE GAP, CHEATING(?)

DNI IF ANY OF THIS OFFENDS YOU

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summary:  costars for a little over a year, Chris has always been protective of you in the cutthroat industry much like a father would be. However, when he learns that your boyfriend is even older than him, he realizes that his feelings might not be so familial after all

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Lucky🍀

look at this loser

I adore

I adore him, too! ❤️

Lapper

Pairing: Motocross!Jake Jensen x Female Reader Summary: Jake is a loser on the tracks, but a winner in your heart. Word Count: Over 840 Warnings: Brief explicit sexual content, oral sex (m. receiving), light fluff, Jake Jensen getting the love he deserves (is that a warning?) A/N: Meet Loser and Lucky! This is set before Starting Gate, but we'll see more of them in this AU. Thanks to you @edwardbaldwin and @blizzspeaks for inspiring Jake for this AU. @drabblewithfrannybarnes @yarnforbrains @ysmmsy @blackwidownat2814 as well! I hope you lovelies enjoy. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world!

Jake Jensen is a loser. 

Ask any of the riders or spectators and they’ll tell you the man has never won a single race. 

It’s not that he’s bad at the sport. He tries. He just isn’t as great as the others. 

Most of them didn’t understand at first why he continued to go on the track.

The truth is, he loves motocross. 

Points and standings didn’t matter to him and he couldn’t care less if he had a wall of trophies or medals. They would be nice, but they weren’t a reflection of the love he had for the sport.

The guys respected him for that. Even Maddox didn’t give him too much grief.

Putting on his helmet and getting on his bike, he was a loser on his own terms.

And the luckiest guy in the sport because he had you.

He excitedly told everyone you were going to a race before they met you. The pit lizards didn't pay much attention to him, so everyone was intrigued by this mystery girl.

They were shocked when you showed, waving to Jensen with a bright smile.

Since that day and every race you attended after, he hadn’t crashed once. He even managed to move up in the standings. 

Everyone called you Lucky. 

Seeing you whenever he removed his helmet put a dopey smile on his face. 

After the first race you attended, he half expected you to be embarrassed since he was lapped.

You ran into his arms, uncaring of the dirt or anything else, as everyone stopped and stared.

You peppered kisses across his jaw before pressing your lips against his. The moment his lips parted, you licked into his mouth and pushed yourself closer.

The obscene moan torn from his chest wasn’t missed by anyone close by.

“C’mon. You deserve a treat,” you declared when you gave him a chance to breathe.

“I didn’t win,” Jake protested as you took him by the hand and tugged him away. “I smell.”

“And I want your cock in my mouth. We’ll get waffles after.”

That was the beginning of the two of you being caught in compromising positions, usually with Jake’s pants around his ankles.

He was shy about it at times, but that was mostly for your dignity.

“What if we get caught again, Lucky? Pretty girl, I don’t-”

“Let them see,” you said every time, unbothered by anyone seeing you pleasure your man.

Whenever his cock plunged into your wet mouth or pussy, any and all shame went out to the window.

“God, that’s it. Moan for me. Fuck, you take my cock so well.”

“Fucking hell,” Ari grumbled the last time he found you on your knees behind one of the trailers, turning on his heel and keeping anyone else from heading over.

Jake’s eyes widened before they rolled back, forgetting about everything else around him as you hollowed out your cheeks.

“Again?!” Steve asked in the background as you took Jake deeper in your throat.

You winked as you bobbed your head faster, determined to make him spill down your throat. You knew he was close.

“My toolbox is over there. He makes a mess on it-” Chris began.

“You know he won’t do that,” Steve cut him off.

“Should call him ‘Lucky’. Fucking bastard’s always getting laid,” Ari said.

“How?” Bucky questioned, exhaling slowly when Jake yelled “fuck!”.

Everyone wanted to know how he got a girl like you.

“When you figure it out, let me know,” Ari said, shaking his head.

Bucky walked off on his own to drown out the sounds of Jensen's orgasm, almost running into Natasha.

“Woah. Where’s the fire?” she asked.

“No fire. Just Loser getting his dick sucked.”

“Again?” the redhead smirked. “Wait, what’s the matter? You’re not into Lucky.”

“No, I’m not,” Bucky swore. 

Everyone was protective and respective of your relationship.

Even if he wanted you, he wouldn't fuck with Jensen. He not only appreciated him being ex-military, but he was smart enough to do damage to his bike without getting caught.

Sometimes you had to look and watch out for the nice guys.

“It doesn’t matter,” the brunette shut down quickly.

Natasha watched Bucky closely as you and Jake emerged minutes later, hand in hand and ready to go to your favorite diner for waffles.

The dopey smile was back on Jake’s face, his cheeks red as he adjusted his glasses.

There was longing in Bucky’s eyes, but it wasn’t directed at you or Jake.

“You know, I still haven’t won a race,” Jake said as he walked past them.

“You’re still a winner to me,” you stated, walking closer by his side.

Bucky looked away with a slight clench in his jaw. Jake hadn’t podiumed once, but you cheered him on like he finished first every time.

Natasha knew what the problem was: her friend wanted what Loser and Lucky had. 

Someone who didn’t care about the wins and losses. A person who simply cared.

“You’ll get a Lucky of your own one day,” she told him. 

She’d make sure of it.

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We'll see more of Loser and Lucky, along with Hothead and Spitfire, soon. Love and thanks! ❤️

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doodles <3

I......don't know what to feel

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Engaged to Andy Barber, and deeming him too safe, and only wanting to be intimate to get you pregnant, you start a sex only relationship with Ransom Drysdale.  Nothing is ever easy, and you get yourself into a web of lies.  Are you the only one lying?

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 2.5, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 6.5, Part 7, Part 8, Part 8.5, Jake Jensen, Part 9, Part 9.5, Meeting Andy, Part 10, Part 10.5, Girl Talk, Part 11, Part 11.5, Part 12, Part 12.5, Part 13, Part 13.5, Mrs. Barber, Part 14, Part 14.5, Part 15, Part 15.5, Part 16, Part 16.5, Ransom’s Girls, Part 17, Part 17.5, Part 18, Part 18.5, Camera Footage, Mary Adler, Part 19, Frank, Ransom, Andy, Part 20, Halloween, Part 21, Part 21.5, Part 22, Axel, Part 22.5, Thanksgiving, Deal, Part 23, Part 23.5, Part 24, Part 25 *BONUS* 💔THE END❤️

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A/N: this is a dark!fic that is a cheating story. Each chapter will be tagged with warnings. There are moments of dub con/non con, cheating, secrets, lies, manipulations, mental health, death threats, abuse, death, etc. proceed with caution. YOU are the one responsible for the content you consume.

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*This has a whole heap of Chris Evans characters!  I did it, I got them all, minus his early early work!

Ransom Drysdale, Andy Barber, Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge, Steve Rogers, Jake Jensen, Frank Adler, Mike Weiss, Paul Diskant, Curtis Everett, Ari Levinson, Bill, James Mace, Bryce Langley, Johnny Storm, Colin Shea, Harvard Hottie, Kyle, Jake Wyler, Syd, Lucas Lee, Me, Chris Evans, Dennis Baker, Dr. Fisk, Jimmy Dobyne, Ryan Ackerman, Lloyd Hansen, Neil Mavromates,  Nick Gant, Judd, Casey Jones, Nick Vaughan, Stuart Stanton, Orin Scrivello, Buzz Lightyear

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What a rollercoaster😏

𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

pairing(s): college!peter parker x reader, dark!steve rogers x reader, dark!sam wilson x reader, dark!bucky barnes x reader

words: 8.1k words

warnings: DARK!FIC, SMUT 18+ (unprotected sex, foursome turned fivesome, gangbang, non-con/dub-con, daddy kink, oral M and F-receiving, spit kink, degredation kink, praise kink, creampie), age-gap (reader is in her early 20s), cheating, angst, there’s like zero fluff

summary: peter should’ve made it back to the tower for date night on time, or maybe just before he found his girlfriend being fucked by three other superheroes.

a/n: eee my first dark fic! im so so happy with the way this turned out, and even though it was a pain in my ass for nearly three months, im so hapy to share it with y’all. this idea was brought up by an anon from @mypoisonedvine’s saturday sleepover a few months back, but i switched up tony and sam bc i didn’t like the tony and peter stuff. hopefully my smut has improved from the first time i wrote it in january, and just a reminder that in no way, shape, or form do i condone rape of any kind. there’s a large difference from the page and the real world. i try to put all tw’s in the tags and warnings, but if there was something i missed please tell me. thank you to my lovely bestie @mermaidxatxheart for beta-reading(i have no fucking clue what i’d do without your help). feel free to leave a comment or two and reblog, but don’t repost anywhere or i will hunt down your ass. thank you again and please please enjoy <3

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Summary: steve Rogers and bucky barnes have been side by side for as long as they can remember. When a gorgeous woman from asgard comes to help and be a part of the avengers what will happen when both men fall for the goddess of purity, light, and love. Part 1

Warnings: smut! Possessive/obsessive behavior, dark!soft steve Rogers! Dark!soft bucky barnes. Death, murder, blood, all around violence.

*I am not responsible for what you consume of internet. I'm warning you now this is dark content please beware! 18+*

Stucky x fem reader

Key: Y/N= your name

Y/N/N= your nick name

Y/H/C= your hair color

Y/H/L= your hair length

Y/E/C= your eye color

Y/H= your height

The rain was heavy on the window where james Buchanan barnes watched from where he sat in his room. It was silent in the compound most of the agents and avengers tucked away in their rooms enjoying the peace of the fall rain. Then thunder struck a flash of color rang from the sky. This could only mean one thing: Thor.

"Sergeant barnes your company his requested in the main living area." F.R.I.D.A.Y spoke. Bucky questioned if he should go he was really enjoying the rain until steve came swinging his door open " buck come on! Theirs someone new here" bucky was confused by how happy and excited steve was for this new person.

When Steve and bucky finally made it to the living room everyone was there. Thor and Loki standing next to a beautiful woman. Her y/h/l hair seemed to have have golden rays woven in. Her big y/e/c eyes had golden flakes footing in them, she wore asgardian gold armor. "Everyone this is my little sister y/n, the goddess of purity, love, and light."

No one could take their eyes of off the goddess that stood before them. Buck and steve drooling over her, Loki rolled his eyes that them ogling his baby sister. "She will be joining the avengers" fury spoke from the wall he was leaning on. "Y/n here is the strongest thing in the universe we need her here." Fury spoke clear and slow in a loud yet stern tone.

"How strong is she?" Asked banner, "she could kill the universe, end time itself by a sneeze of her nose." Loki answered. The whispers stopped everyone's eyes went wide. "Hello!" Her light smooth voice shy and fragile yet deadly to the super soldiers.

Both men couldn't look away from the girl, both imaging her naked and moaning under them. Y/n had a soft golden glow that raided off of her. Steve could feel his pants tighten from his hard cock, the golden goddess made her way around the room saying hello and talking to all the avengers. Her smile was breath taking -she was polite and shy everyone asked her questions about her. "What do you mean purity?" Clint voiced, thor with his booming voice answered "she is untainted my friend. She holds the light and love of the universe" loki rolled his eyes "shes a virgin" loki summarized everyone's eyes went wide as the girl blushed and awkwardly chuckled.

Bucky was happy to hear this, that the girl was untouched that he would be the only one to taint her light. The only man who she would love, steve was thinking the same thing. how great and tight her virgin pussy would feel wrapped around his hard dick. Her moaning and mulls he would pull out of her, the strong children they would have. Her boobs full of milk he suckle out of her.

Y/n made her way to them to greet them next. "Hi, I'm y/n its lovely to meet you" she was blushing hard, her fingers fidgeting. When she locked eyes with the super soldiers her world spun yet stopped all at once. Steve's golden blonde hair and greenish blue eyes made her weak at the knees. Buckys steel blue eyes that looked like ice and his drak hair and features made her think of unholy things: like giving up her purity.

"Hi there doll, I'm james you can call me bucky" he spoke in a smooth voice 'doll' he called her doll she blushed at the nickname. Steve got furious he knew that nickname and that smooth voice. Steve had heard it a million times back in the 40s when bucky would play with women like toys.

'No shes mine' steve thought in his head. "Hi I'm steve Rogers" she locked eyes with steve once more, she was heavenly to look at and even more so now that she was up close. "Oh I know who you are! I used to watch your battles on earth when I was young" her being a fan of steve made bucky hot headed, 'no all her attention and love goes to me' he thought "you've watched me?" Steve asked y/n nodded.

"Heimdall and I used to watch you fight in allys. He always told me that you had a bright future." Steve was stunned "how old are you?" Bucky asked "oh yell time works differently In asgard so in earth years in 17,000 years old but on my planet only 17"

"You used to watch me?" Steve repeated again. But this time proud that the goddess that would soon be his used to watch him. "Yes I did see Heimdall can see anyone anv everyone in the universe, you and bucky where our favorites to watch. I'm really big fan of the both of you!" Her eyes glowed with happiness and the golden aura around her became more bright.

Both men had proud smiles on their faces, they couldn't wait to take y/n in their arms to claim and to keep forever.

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A Perfect Fit

Mobster! Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You’re working your usual shift at a high-end lingerie store when an unlikely client makes an appearance.

Warnings: Non-con/Dub-con, smut, Coercion

Word count: 4k

A/N: This is trashy filth. Period​​​. One-shot.

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Today is slow.

The only customers idly perusing the racks are two teenage girls who giggle and slap each other on the arm each time they hold up one one of the expensive sets, and an undecided young woman whose skeptical glances at the price tags inform you she’ll likely leave the store empty-handed.

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Hilarious 😂

my phone didn't refresh yet so I was able to take a screenshot of most of the mcyt places I could remember o7