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[jennmurawski13]

So, after careful consideration, I’ve decided that I’m going to delete this blog. It’s stuck in horny jail purgatory, and half of my followers can’t even see anything on it. You can find me over at @jennmurawski13-writes if you miss me or wonder where I went. I love you guys!!!!

[jennmurawski13]

The greatest gift.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader.

Warnings: porn without plot, breeding kink, unprotected sex, daddy kink, Steve being a wholesome bean, slight mommy kink?

Authors note: merry Christmas, happy Hanukkah, merry Kwanzaa.

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It was cheesy.

It was the cheesiest thing you had ever seen.

Hell it was cheesier then Wisconsin. Mother fucking Wisconsin.

And it was perfect.

Steve and you never talked about finance’s, but clearly the avengers were paying him quite the pretty penny for him to own this beautiful log cabin in upper Maine.

And that’s how you ended up here: laying on the faux bear skin rug staring up at Steve who’s features were only illuminated by the crackling wood fire and the Christmas tree lights.

You giggled at the man before you, completely naked except for the dorky Santa hat he refused to take off. He smiled back at you before nuzzling his face into your shoulder, leaving wet open-mouthed kisses from your jaw to your shoulder.

The tenderness was odd considering your normal sex life with Steve was rough and wild, quite literally bed breaking in some cases. Not to imply this was bad, no it was quite incredible actually it was just……out of the ordinary.

Almost like he was planning something.

Steve kissed down your neck to the swell of your breasts, tickling your skin with his beard as his mouth moves to whisper something inaudible to you.

“Hm?” You questioned, tugging on his hair just lightly enough to make him look at you.

The golden boys cheeks were flushed as red as a beat. Over the years Steve had grown extremely comfortable around you and would often just say whatever was on his mind.

Steve tucked his bottom lip between his teeth, shifting so he was sitting up on his haunches. You followed him, drawing your brows together in worry. You reached out to one of the hands on his knee and covered it with Yours. “What’s going on Stevie. Come on talk to me”

Steve stayed silent for a few more moments before sighing, knowing he could never hide anything from you. “Ok I’m not going to repeat exactly what I said” he paused chewing his lip once more. “But it was something along the lines of, you’d make a wonderful mother”.

All was silent for a moment.

“Okay that was embarrassing” Steve anxiously started, rushing out embarrassed apologies. “I don’t want you to feel pressured your just such an amazing dame- Woman! Your such an amazing woman! And your so good with kids and the other day I saw you with Morgan and Pepper told me about how she wouldn’t stop crying but the minute you picked her up she was quiet as a mouse and I-“

“Stevie” you called above his shouting, squeezing his hand to shut him up.

“Sorry” he said, casting his eyes to the floor, his red blush deepening from embarrassment. “Can we just forget I said anything?”

Slipping your free hand under his chin, you tilted Steve’s head making him look up at you.

“So Stevie wants to be a daddy huh?” It was impossible not to tease him. Steve’s eyes widened as you let his hand go and placed it onto his shoulder, slowing climbing onto his lap until you were straddling him, rubbing the tip of his cock against your dripping wet folds. “You wanna put a baby in me huh cap? Wanna see me get big and round with your kids?”

His cock jumped at that and a shameless moan left his lips.

“Is that what you want daddy?”

You froze, the word slipping past your lips unintentionally. Now it was your turn to blush a crimson red. You hid your face in the crook of his neck sighing loudly.

“Say it again”

You reeled back, staring into Steve’s ocean blue eyes, studying the hungry fire that was burning within them.

You but your lip and sheepishly asked “you wanna put a baby in me daddy?”

With inhumane strength and speed Steve had you on your back on the rug and your knees on his shoulders as he slammed his entire length into you. You cried out, his long cock sat snug against your cervix. He was trying to give you time to adjust but you could feel his body vibrating with excited energy.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, you brushed your lips against his ear and whispered in your huskiest voice “fuck me daddy”

Steve set a relentless pace, fucking you hard and fast and hitting that spongy sweet spot with each thrust. Your nails dig into his back, leaving lines that would be gone by tomorrow. He leaned down, folding you in half and fucking you in a mating press position as he grunted in your ear.

“You gonna cum inside me daddy?” You purred in his ear, nipping at his earlobe. “You gonna fuck me full of your kids? Fill me up so much I’m dripping for weeks?”

Steve’s animalistic growl made you clench around him, and he quickly slipped his hand between your bodies, rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves so quick and fast he had you cumming in less than a minute.

Your back arched as you screamed his name, your pussy milking his cock. All it took was a whisper of “cum inside me daddy” to send Steve over the edge, growling your name as he shot hot rope after rope of cum inside your pussy.

Steve collapsed on top of you panting in your ear and rolling both on you onto your sides and hooking your leg over his side. You gazed into his eyes, glowing in the fire light. He leaned forward, gently kissing your lips and nuzzling his nose against yours.

“We’re you serious?”

Steve pulled back, gently cupping your face in his big hand and stroking your cheek with his thumb. “Of course I was y/n. You would make the greatest mother in the world.” He leaned in, planting a tender kiss on your forehead.

Nuzzling into his chest, you smirked “so are you gonna pull out of me any time soon”

A laugh bellowed in Steve’s chest. “Gotta make sure you stayed nice and filled”

The crudeness of the statement shocked you. You pulled back to stare up at Steve again, his gaze now dark and once again full of lust.

“So y/n” he began in a deep voice that made your cunt throb “ready for round two?”

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Edit: Steve originally said under his breath “I can’t wait to see your breasts swell”

[jennmurawski13]

What about a dark marshall!steve from the witness?

Spoilers below for people who haven't read/aren't caught up;

What if it was Steve who worked with Ari instead of Andy? You're just so sweet, gentle and kind and scared... But don't worry, steve is here to protect you. Steve is the one who leaks information about you to Ari to make you scared, anxious and cling to Steve. Steve, who gives you tea and soft sweaters that you drown in. Steve who knows how to calm you down from panic attacks. Steve who has kept you safe all this time.

You have the best prompts! Below is a drabble.

Pairing: Soft Dark Marshal!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 876

Warnings: Gaslighting, manipulation, controlling behavior, touched starved Reader, emotionally withholding Steve, references to violence/murder and sexual content, 18+ only.

Which of my non-dark stories would you like to see given a darker take?

Steve knows the first moment he sees you that you’re not strong enough to handle what’s coming. It’s etched into everything from the way your bottom lip trembles to how you pull on the sleeves of your jacket, eyes shining with unshed tears. You’re so uncertain and lost. It tugs at something dark and deep within him, a desire Steve hasn’t felt before. Then he sees the way you respond to him. You follow every suggestion like it’s gospel. Quick to bring him coffee, mend his clothes and clean the house. Most importantly, Steve notices how these tasks fill you with a quiet kind of peace. He can give your life purpose, beyond just a witness in Ari’s case. 

You need protection, not only from the outside world but yourself too. Steve can do that but he needs to break down those last remnants of bravery. He starts small, eroding the confidence in yourself and then your faith in the system. The first is surprisingly easy. All he has to do is be cold and distant, withholding. You’re so desperate for approval and affection, taking any scraps he gives you that he almost feels bad. A well-placed leak to ensure Ari will show up does the rest. 

Steve relishes the way you cling to him after. So needy and desperate. He weans you off those pills next so it’s his soft words and gentle hands that comfort you after the nightmares. His presence alone is what you need to chase away the anxiety. He keeps you close, hovering until you become accustomed and then need it to feel calm. Another run-in with Ari and a few strategic conversations he lets you overhear with Bucky and Nat is the final push over the edge. He finds you on the bathroom floor, terrified and trembling. 

That night when Steve slides into bed with you, there’s no resistance. You bloom under him like a flower, thighs parting to welcome his body into yours. He makes you his over and over again and gets lost in how soft and welcoming your body is. You hold onto his broad frame and find safety and peace in his strength.

“I’ll always protect you,” he promises. “You’re mine now, aren’t you sweetheart?”

“Yes,” you gasp, eyes closed as you find that peak of pleasure beneath him. This time when you cry it’s in relief, in joy for the gift he’s giving you. You’re so tight around him. The way you milk his cock has him coming faster than he intends but he can’t be mad. You’re perfect. Beautiful and broken. His alone.

After, when your bodies lay tangled together, he strokes your head and makes himself vulnerable. He whispers all his fears and worries to you under the guise of love. He revels in how you tense in his arms and fear mars your features. You’re nearly there. The morning brings more clarity and you hesitantly admit you don’t want to testify anymore.

Steve takes care of the rest, handling the difficult questions from Fury and the DA, shielding you from any blowback. He puts his other plan in motion, using part of his savings to buy land and a modest cabin on the opposite coast. He’s always been smart with investments and dedicated to his work. He has enough money to care for you. The marshal service will pull protection but that’s ok. Steve can keep you safe and he already has plans to eliminate Ari from the equation. He won’t tell you, not yet. He needs that fear, at least until the new life he’s planted in your belly takes shape and binds you to him forever. 

Months later, when everything’s been taken care of, he quits and whisks you away. You cry so sweetly when he brings you to the cabin. You rub absently at your stomach. You’re not showing yet, you won’t be for some time but he likes imagining you big and round. Even more dependent on him than you are now. He takes you in every room, whispering promises for the future. You bend under him, welcoming him into your body like always with a quiet gasp and eyes filled with love and devotion. 

You spend your days puttering around the cabin and make it a home. Whatever you want Steve buys for you though he often finds you in leggings and his old sweaters. The nursery takes shape slowly, filled with gentle greens and yellows. As you grow bigger, you’re more reluctant to leave the cabin and when you do, you cling to him desperately. Sometimes months pass with just the two of you for company. Just how Steve prefers.

When the baby arrives one cold spring morning, healthy and screaming with your eyes and his nose, Steve finally feels at peace. You coo softly at the baby boy. You’re exhausted but beautiful. Steve smiles, happy and content. As soon as you’re healthy he’ll have you on your back, taking his seed over and over again until a new life takes root. Steve hopes for a girl.

This is where you belong, where you’re happy and he’ll do whatever it takes to keep you tied to him. You’ll never leave him. He’s made sure of that.

[jennmurawski13]

Ice Cream Samwich

Summary: after a shit day at work, the youngest Barber gets her dad to share an ice cream sandwich with her.

Pairing: Andy Barber x Wife!Reader

“Hi, Andrew,” a little voice said.

Andy turned his head. The four year old headed over to the fridge. He watched in disbelief as this little girl grasped the handle on the freezer drawer. She struggled and used all her strength to pull it open.

“You should be in bed,” Andy said.

“But cookie samwich,” she said pulling out a m&m cookie ice cream wrapped in plastic.

“Sammy,” he said with a raised brow.

She shushed him. His own daughter shushed him. His eyes went wide and he tilted his head looking at her.

“Andrew, don’t tell Mommy,” Sammy said narrowing her eyes.

“Excuse me? That’s not my name,” Andy said coming over to her.

“Yes, it is!” she exclaimed. “Mommy calls you that.”

“I am not Andrew to you, Samara,” Andy said crouching down to her level. “I am your father.”

“Fart-ter,” she said.

He grabbed her and started tickling her sides. She squealed and bursted out into giggles. The ice cream sandwich is dropped. She’s pulled closer to him.

“You little stinker!” he exclaimed quietly.

“I not stinky!” she said. “You stinky!”

“Shhhh, Sammy, we gotta be quiet,” he cooed and kissed her chubby cheek as she kept laughing.

“Samwich?” she asked. “I be quiet.”

He pushed closed the door of the freezer and grabbed the sandwich off the floor.

“It’s pretty big, Sweetheart,” Andy said.

“Dat’s okay,” Sammy said.

“You’re gonna have to share,” he said.

She pouted. Andy grinned. He picked her up and placed her onto the counter. He opened up the packaging. He let her take a hold of the sandwich. She immediately took a bite of it. She had big smile on her face and her legs started swinging making her dad smile as well.

“It’s good?” He questioned.

She nodded her head. He leaned down took a big bite from the cookie sandwich. He looked at her to see she’s now wearing a pout.

“You’re fine,” he said with his mouth full.

She quickly took another bite— she tried to fit what she could in her mouth.

“Small bites, Baby, I don’t want you choking,” Andy said running his hand over her head.

He took another bite of the cookie sandwich and ended up taking it from her hands. He licked the edges before it could start dripping on her lil hands and getting them sticky. He let her have another bite before he had his next one.

“What are you two doing?” you asked.

“Nothing,” Andy said turning to you.

“Andrew is eating your samwich, Mommy!” Sammy accused.

“Excuse me, you little rat?!” your husband said looking to the little one.

[jennmurawski13]

His Greater Good Series

King!Steve Rogers x Queen!Reader

Summary: After the death of your father, the King, you take the throne for yourself. And though your Kingdom has thrived, the threat of war appears on the horizon. Your only option is to accept one of two marriage proposals; Brock Rumlow, a scummy King hell-bent on flipping the order you all fought so hard to create. Or Steven Rogers, a firm but gentle man whom always leaves you dizzy and confused. How will you save your kingdom? How will you protect your people, and your own heart?

Warnings: Age gap, language, sexual content, violence, mature themes.

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

[jennmurawski13]

I’m cackling so hard at this rn

i keep thinking about (probably) the first time bambi gets creampied. she's so excited and giddy and wants to show her friends aka the team so she just "look! stevie cream me!" and bends over the couch, about to pull her panties down to show everyone, and steve just swoops in like "no no no nO NO" and runs away a very confused bambi over his shoulder

I am🤭

Steve had went into the bathroom to retrieve a wash cloth and when he returned to clean you, the bed was empty. Just rumbled sheets and a faint wetness in the spot you once laid in.

Then, he heard a loud squeal, “Stevie’s cream so warm—want to see?”

He has never ran faster in his life, not even when he was chasing Bucky through the tunnel after finding him in Bucharest.

The team stares, slack jawed as you slowly bend over, barely lifting Steve’s sweater before a large hand covers your ass. Steve presses you firmly against his bare chest, immobilizing your arms.

Sam coughs, “Steve—Uh, your… third leg—”

The blond turns bright red, quickly using you to cover his naked lower half. He stands there, bare as the day he was born, feet away from his friends.

“That’s not his leg—that’s Stevie’s cock.” You tilt your head.

Natasha laughs along with Sam, covering her face.

Tony closes his newspaper, “You almost missed it, Bambi was going to show us your cream.”

“Shut up.” The blond hisses, scooping you up as you squirm, muttering about feeling empty and sticky.

“Poor doll, you better fill her up again, punk.” Bucky smirks.

Steve ignores him and carries you back down the hall as the team cheers and whoops at his bare behind.

He knew he should have hauled you to your shared wing instead of getting down and dirty in one of the guest rooms. But, you were so needy, and practically grinding on him in front of everyone. He could smell your juices leaking onto his thigh, it was either the guest room or right there on the coffee table.

When the bedroom door shuts, muffling the loud cackles and teasing from his friends, Steve sets you on the bed again. He crawls over you, pinning your thighs apart.

Your breathy giggles turn into quiet gasps as he rubs his mess between your folds, “S-Stevie,”

“What have I told you about our special times,” he phrases differently, “you’re supposed to wait until I clean you up.”

“Was going to—but, cream leaving, wanted to show everyone because—ah!”

His fingers slip into your tight hole, his seed spilling onto the sheets. “No, you don’t show everyone unless I tell you. I know you love it, but you also love listening to me, right?”

[jennmurawski13]

Yours are the Sweetest Eyes

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Jake Jensen (Gem and Blondie, ninja and puppy AU)

Words: ~1.4K

Summary: It’s a night of firsts for our soft boys.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (anal fingering, hand job, unprotected anal sex, cream pie), fluff, pet names, teasing, so many feelings, SOFT SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: You’re all going to hate me by the time I finish this series, I just know it. I hate myself. I’m sorry!!!

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Jake couldn’t stop whining into Ransom’s mouth as he stretched himself over his… oh god, his boyfriend, that still didn’t feel real. Even Planet of the Apes couldn’t hold his attention while Ran had three of his thick fingers inside him, his sweats pulled down just past the curve of his ass so Ransom could have all the access he needed while his fingertips just barely tickled his sweet spot and his other hand slowly stroked Jake’s cock where it was pinned between the two of them as he licked into his mouth lazily.

“Ransom, c’mon.” Jake whimpered when he drove his fingers deep for just a few harsh pumps before slowing again, Ran grinning against his lips when he let out a needy huff and tried to drive himself further into Ransom’s hold desperately. “Need more, quit being a tease.”

“It’s so fun though.” Ransom chuckled when Jake let out another tiny little mewl when he squeezed his cock, biting his plush bottom lip with a playful growl while the blonde nuzzled at his cheek. “You want me to fill that sweet little ass with my fat cock, blondie?”

“Yeah, you bastard, ‘wan you to fuck me.” Jake almost swallowed his tongue as he moaned when Ransom choked his grip right under the head of his cock, his fingers gripping the front of his t-shirt tight while he flicked his tongue against Ransom’s.

“Whatever you want, babe.” Ransom pecked him on the lips repeatedly as he sat up, beaming when Jake kept himself pressed tightly to him as he panted with want. “Lemme just grab a condom.”

“No, wait.” Jake stammered when Ransom froze, forcing himself to meet his questioning gaze and bringing a hand up to rub his neck. “I wanna feel you.”

“J… baby.” Ransom bit his own lip as he peered into Jake’s eyes, groaning when the man rested his forehead against his and let out another lovely sound. “You sure?”

“I’m so sure.” Jake smashed his lips to Ransom’s and felt a smile tug at the corners of his mouth when he purred. “Need to feel all of you.”

“Fuck me.” Ransom growled when Jake kissed him again, his fingers digging into the small of his back and pressing his body as close as possible as Jake buried his fingers in Ransom’s hair with a precious whimper. “Take off your clothes, wanna feel you too.”

The two of them stripped in a frenzy, trying not to fall off the couch as they tossed their clothes aside as quickly as possible so they could bring their faces back together with a chorus of soft moans. Jake mewled when Ransom shoved his fingers into his mouth, choking when the brunette pressed down on his tongue until his whole hand was covered in drool before ripping it away so he could bite at Jake’s lips again. Ransom reached down to slick his cock up with Jake’s spit, stroking himself a few times as he lined himself up and gazing into his eyes so he could watch his face when his tip caught against Jake’s pretty hole.

“Oh god… fuck.” Jake collapsed into Ransom when he finally slid inside him, huffing softly into his mouth and yanking on his hair as he kept pushing deeper while Jake’s breath caught in his chest. “Ran…”

“I know… J… shit.” Ransom leaned up so he could swallow Jake’s sob when their thighs met, their bodies melding together so well as he slid his hands down to frame his hips. “You feel so good, baby. So fucking tight.”

After a minute of just staring at each other Jake moved first, slowly circling his hips and keening as Ransom sucked on his bottom lip and arched up into him. Ransom’s fingers dug into Jake’s skin when he started to ride him, sucking on his tongue when Jake slipped it between his lips and moaning.

Their eyes were fixed on each other as they started to match each other’s movements, Ransom’s hips slowly rocking upwards as he grunted softly into Jake’s mouth each time he bottomed out. Jake could feel Ran’s chest vibrating against his with each hungry noise he made, pecking at his lips over and over so he could swallow each yummy noise as he kept grinding into his lap.

“Ah, that’s fucking it, ‘s so deep, so good.” Jake curled his hands around Ransom’s jaw when he hit him with another slow stroke, sighing when Ran started trailing warm, wet, open mouthed kisses down his neck with a pleased hum. “Even better than I thought it would be.”

“You been thinking about it for a while, J?” Ransom bit at his collarbone gently as he gazed at him through his lashes, purring when he saw Jake’s eyes flutter closed at him driving up into him for a singular thrust. “How long, baby?”

“Ever since the first time.” Jake feels himself getting pulled away by his emotions and by the way it felt like Ran’s cock was in his throat, clutching at his boyfriend’s neck and whining as his hips started moving more deliberately. “Need it.”

“Know you do, J, fucking desperate for it, aren’t you?” Ransom sucked a bruise against his throat and gave a dirty grind of his hips that made Jake keen. “You touch yourself when you think about me fucking you raw, blondie?”

“Oh my god, you fucking… Christ!” Jake hissed when Ransom snapped his hips up into him for a few thrusts at the same time he gave his ass a good smack, slapping Ran’s shoulder in retaliation when the man chuckled into his ear. “You’re such a dick.”

“Yeah, and you like it.” Ransom moved his mouth back to Jake’s and nibbled on his lips, grinning when he let out a frustrated huff even as he rolled his body to meet each push of Ransom’s pelvis into him. “Admit it, J, you fucking love when I’m an asshole.”

“Fine, bastard.” Jake was getting closer, pressing his dick against Ransom’s stomach when it started leaking like a faucet as he brought him right to the edge. “I love you more, though.”

“Ok, now who’s being a dick?” Ransom’s teasing grin froze when Jake gave him a serious look, the blonde biting his lip and tracing Ransom’s cheek with his fingertips as he started fucking himself harder on Ransom’s cock. “Jake?”

“I love you.” Jake felt a wave of pleasure and unbridled emotion crash around him at the admission, smashing his lips to Ransom’s and moaning when he was met with a startled whine. “I love you, Ransom Drysdale.”

“J… ah, shit!” Ransom drank in Jake’s shout when the blonde clenched hard around him and let himself go completely, thick ropes of cum exploding between the two of them as Jake shook with pleasure.

“Yes, god, Ran. Fill me up.” Jake purred as he kept riding it out, his body pulling Ran deeper and drawing everything out of him while he licked into his mouth and breathed in his soft groan. “Unh, that’s fucking it.”

It felt like forever before they were both spent, the intensity of gazing into each other’s eyes as they fell apart making everything seem deeper as bliss sank into their bodies. They collapsed into each other when they were finished, their legs a tangled mess as they sucked in ragged breaths and Jake settled with his cheek against Ransom’s throat.

“It’s ok, Ran, you don’t have to say it if you’re not ready.” Jake rested his chin on Ransom’s chest so he could gaze at him, sighing when his arms wrapped around his waist as he let out a quiet sound of satisfaction. “I just wanted you to know.”

Ransom bit his lip as he stared back at Jake: the first person he’d felt like he could truly be himself with, and the thing that had made him unbelievably happy after his mother had cut him off. He slid a hand up Jake’s spine so he could cup his cheek, grinning when Jake leaned into his touch and let his eyes flutter closed while he gave a pleased chirp.

“Love you too, blondie.”

[jennmurawski13]

On the Way ask/drabble

How did the throuple survive Christmas and New Years?

Tis The Season

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: Ari Levinson x black!reader x Ransom Drysdale

Okay so I'm putting it under the cut. But these are the same three from my fic On The Way for those of you that don't know (yes there's a part two in the works)

Word count: ???

Warnings: General language warning, pouty Ransom, assertive Ari, mention of a handjob, allusion to future smut, pet names (Ari calls the reader Tink, and calls Ransom kitten it'll be explained in the part two whenever it gets posted. Ransom calls the reader Angel), mentions of Ransom being closeted bisexual

DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. If you like it don’t forget to reblog and share with others who might enjoy it as well.

Christmas

"Ransom stop pouting, it's just a picture." Ari says gruffly, giving Ransom a swat to the ass as the two men watch you fuss over setting up the digital camera to a timed delay.

You just shake your head, trying not to smirk at the indignant look that Ransom gives the big man. You can hear the jingle from the reindeer headband that's stuck on Ransom's head. One he's very much reluctantly wearing at the moment. "This is ridiculous, I can't believe I let the two of you talk me into this." Ransom grumbles, arms crossed over his chest. It's not like he's the only one wearing silly Christmas head gear.

You're currently sporting a cute headband with a springy Christmas tree on it, and Ari's in a very festive blue and white Santa hat with little Stars of David glittering against it. You just roll your eyes, more than used to Ransom's dramatics, and when you hear him complaining again you don't pay it any mind. Not until you hear him suck in a breath and quiet suddenly, now that has you suspicious.

"Seriously?" You huff out, looking over to find Ransom standing there with his eyes clenched shut and Ari's hand moving suspiciously beneath the fabric of Ransom's pants. "You can't keep bribing him like this, it's going to spoil him and reinforce bad behavior." You say, shaking your head as you approach the two.

"I'm not a fucking pet, angel." Ransom tells you through clenched teeth, and you hear the low chuckle from Ari as he leans in to nip at Ransom's jaw.

"You sure about that, kitten?" Ari husks against the shell of Ransom's ear, and you can see the way that your boyfriend shudders at that. And then he suddenly back to pouting when Ari pulls his hand out of his pants.

You move into place between the two of them, grinning as Ransom does up his pants with an annoyed huff. "Just smile for the picture and we'll do that thing you like." You promise, and all of a sudden Ransom's beaming just as the camera begins to start flashing.

"Now who's spoiling him, tink?" Ari says from behind his grin, pinching your ass while on the other side of you Ransom's hands are starting to wander.

You really should have known better than to think you'd get these two to behave long enough for pictures.

New Years

Ransom's nervousness is palpable as the three of you walk into the Thrombey estate. You've already explained it all to Harlan and he's delighted to know that Ransom is in a healthy relationship even if it is a bit unconventional. The rest of the family on the other hand don't know that Ari is coming to the famous Thrombey New Year's Eve party because he's part of Ransom's relationship with you.

You don't fuss when Ransom grips a bit too tightly on your hand, you know he has issues because of all the expectations that have been put on him about who he should date and be seen with. Linda already despises you because you aren't some stick thin model with an alabaster complexion. Richard treats you like some exotic delicacy that he's hoping to one day try, and the rest of the family does the best to hide their issues and curiosities about you.

You still remember the day you snapped at Joni for trying to pet your curls.

You're enough of a reason for Ransom's family to put a target on his back, but coming out about who Ari is to you both is going to be like throwing a live grenade into a pile of bombs.

"Hey, look at me." Ari says softly, drawing Ransom's attention as the three of you stand in the foyer of the large mansion. Ransom for once doesn't have something smart to say, and when he looks up at Ari you lean into his side so he knows you're there for him as well. "You don't have to tell them anything you aren't ready to. As far as they need to know I'm just a friend of tink's that you invited to tag along."

Ransom nods, opening his mouth to speak only for it to clamp shut when the grating voice of Joni cuts through the moment. "Oh here they are, Linda..." She trails off at the sight of Ari who takes a careful step away from Ransom when Joni takes to looking him over. "And they brought a friend." She says, not hiding the flirty tone in her voice.

Now it's your turn to grip tightly against Ransom's hand and he soothes you with a kiss to your temple and an apologetic look to Ari who looks put off by Joni starting to inch into his space. He manages to escape when Linda and Richard come breezing into the foyer. He drifts close enough to Ransom for it be seen as innocent, and he does his best to keep his cool when he sees the way Linda looks at you with her nose in the air, meanwhile Richard is very obviously undressing you with his eyes.

It's tense, but when Harlan calls for the three of you it gives you all the perfect excuse to escape the moment.

Everything seems to go smoothly after that, Harlan manages to keep Linda off your case, and Richard's caught the way Ari glares at him every time he dares to look your way so even he keeps his distance.

You should have known better than to think the entire night would go off without a hitch, and you should have thought better than to try and sneak a moment with Ari in the kitchen.

"That was really sweet of you, I know it's not entirely fair to you but thank you for taking a step back for Ran." You tell Ari, sighing into his broad chest when he wraps his arms around you. Peering up at him you give him a sweet smile before going up to your tip toes to press a kiss to his lips.

Neither of you notice Jacob standing in the entry way until you hear the shutter click of his phones camera. You both break away from each other with a start, and you curse when you see that little troll grinning like the cat that caught the canary. You already know what's going to happen next and by the time you and Ari make it back to the rest of the family Jacob's showing Linda the picture of you in Ari's arms while you two kiss.

You curse, pinching the bridge of your nose as she rushes over to shove the phone in Ransom's face with a triumphant grin. "You see! I always told you she was no good, and look at this! That whore is clearly boinking another man and she has the nerve to bring him into our family home!"

"Of fuck you, Linda. The only whore in this room is your husband, why don't you worry about who he's trying to fuck this week instead of worrying about who's fucking me." You realize what you've said a second later, and shoot a look to Ransom who is glaring daggers at Linda.

"Watch your mouth, and don't talk about her that way." He grinds out between his teeth, but Linda isn't paying attention and thinks he's taking her side.

"That's right you low class, tramp—"

Linda jerks back when Ransom is suddenly standing in front of her with a murderous look on his face. "I said, watch your mouth." He repeats and Linda splutters watching Ransom come over to check on you. You're fine of course, and far more concerned with how he's going to deal with this.

"B-but she's cheating on you! There's proof!" Linda screeches, and Ransom tilts his head back before turning around with his hands on his hips.

You don't expect him to just come out and say what he says, but when he does you can tell that there's a weight off his shoulders. "No she's not, we're all together. We're all dating, now can we move the fuck on."

There's a beat of silence before the room erupts in loud objections, questions, and accusations. Ransom just rolls his eyes, gives Harlan an apologetic look, and then he's grabbing both yours and Ari's hands and dragging you both to the front door.

"Where the hell are you going? Ransom! Ransom you come back here!" Linda demands, and you just can't stop yourself from shouting back.

"We're going home, so I can ride his cock while our man fucks him. Happy New Year, bitch!"

Linda's never looked more offended in her life, and you wish you had your phone out to capture the moment.

[jennmurawski13]

Rockstar!AU Friends Masterlist

18+ only! - Potential dark! stories ahead! Proceed with caution!

Buck Nasty - @sapphirescrolls​ - Bucky Barnes

Slick Sticks - @threeminutesoflife​ - Bucky Barnes

Hit Record - @iwantutobehapppier​ -Steve Rogers

Band Shirt - @queenoftheworldisdead​ - Steve Rogers​

Recording Studio - ​@mrs-mischief-209 - Sam Wilson

Quench My Desire - @syntheticavenger​ - Steve Rogers​

Metal - @venusofthehardsells​ - Loki Odinson​

Rockstar Bucky - @fuckandfluff​ - Bucky Barnes

Death Metal Odinson -  @queenoftheworldisdead​  - Thor Odinson

Ya’ll are amazing! I’m so glad ya’ll wanted to write something in this lil dirty AU.

If anybody else wants to join this impromptu challenge? Go ahead. We were just writing something under 500 for some quick funnsies. >:D

Come'on, someone’s gotta step up to the mic and write a down and dirty Rockstar! >:D

 Let’s see how nasty you can get >:)

[jennmurawski13]

LUMBER & RAILED

summary: Ari was meant to fix up your deck but decides to lay you down first. (fem!reader)

authors note: everyone on my feed have been horny lil hoes and I wanted to consummate "thirsty thursday" in some way. This was a quick thot, a fantasy of mine so to say, that I had lying around in my drafts. It came to me one night while randomly watching the Property Brothers (gotta love ‘em right?). It’s basically PWP, no context, no nothing, so read at your own risk or don't, idc.

Also this treacherous work of sin has not been beta’d — all grammatical fuck ups are my own.

Smut below the cut.

18+ nsfw. MINORS DNI !!!

“Is this OK sweetheart?”

“Oh.” You surly punctuate each thrust that Ari meets with a soft sigh. "Y-Yes, this is perfect."

Ari Levinson was your rueful neighbor, a mercenary turned apprentice who meant hard work and mystery. But you, you knew exact things about him. You knew he'd watch you hop step across your terrace every morning to feel your plants and water them when they needed nourishment. He knew how much you loved to hum and harmonize to all the 70s top hits. You'd smile at him from your porch steps while he'd tip his head in passing, pointing to the fact that you were strangers. But you obviously repined for more in the absence of him.

To have and to yonder.

With the newness and being the only two souls around you’d bite and shamelessly flirt with him. Ari wouldn’t take much note. He’d be stoic and patiently kind with you. He’d let the days gander by, not bothering to entertain your philander. Ari foremost knew his insipid place. Every opportunity to have you wasn’t meant for him and that had your interests piqued.

What little could he want?

But then on the hottest day marked on the calendar, there was a breakthrough. He precipitously came around when you asked him to and soon enough that egged on the unspoken invitation to fuck. It was primal.

He seized the opportunity like a true comrade. The time was dark and right again when he eyed your bare silhouette from underneath the sheer white sundress you had on the minute he appeared at your doorstep.

“Good, good because I want to be deep inside you every, single, day. Do you think you can give me that sweet girl?” He actualizes with determination and now this was your state of affairs.

Ari continues to grunt as his Titan hands tightly grip onto your fleshy waist for added support. Each bruising drive consumed him. You were sprawled out on the creaky deck floor while he took on a kneeling position, effortlessly buried deep to the hilt. It’s almost close to missionary but your hips are held up perpendicular to the line of penetration. Your legs, after awhile, are pulsing to stay open, cramping up first before his thighs act as spreaders and stubbornly pry you apart, bringing out some feverish range of motion. You were reaping what you had sown and that’s when you felt him bloom in your gut.

“Ari.” Your head snaps up as you mewl at the delectable sight of his thickness covered in your arousal, worming in and out. His furry balls smack your underside, stiffening for a coital release.

Your brows immediately beetle together, eyes shut just as he anchors your upper body close, his one hand cradling the back of your neck while the other is steadying your thigh. Your bum is still planted as your toes point down like a trained dancer. He felt so good that you were near close to taking a piss. No condom just his shaft, gently rolling and pummeling into you like a calm riptide rocking a boat.

“God damn, you feel so amazing on m’cock. Imagining you like this has been no different. You're an absolute dream baby. S’tight and warm and so so wet. Fuuuuck you're my woman and I'm never letting you out of my sight.” You loudly exert a breathless pant. He’s grazing the right spot but wasn’t picking up traction, making you helplessly frustrated.

“Please Ari.”

“Take what you need princess, I’m all yours.” He putters, fiercely increasing momentum and laying his rampant claim on you. Your mouths are agape, taking in each others breaths as the balmy Arabian air swirls around your sweaty bodies that thump, hum and moan.

“Mmm.” You whimper far from pain, desperately clawing onto his back. Ari has you stretched out so beautifully, his leaking cum mixed with yours was a visual treat. There was a symphony of slaps and squelches that tuned in with the surrounding wildlife. A delicious burn fuelled your throbbing need for him; a man who was salaciously unrelenting to much of your surprise. “No one has ever fucked me like the way you do Ari.”

“What was that?” His lips curl into a snarky half smile as he continues to viciously gyrate.

“Fuck me.” You gasp when the angle hits right and after one orgasmic aura you both punt up another.

“That’s it my sweet angel. I want you to come undone for me, with me.” He growls right in your ear. Feral and wanton, Ari spurts his seed in your heat once again while continuing his slicked propulsion with some triumphal reign. “Let’s see how much your pretty little pussy can take.”

“K-Keep going.” Your quivering vaginal walls clenches onto him, encouraging the rhythm of each inclined shove.

“Like that?” He gruffly inquires, baring all his teeth with aggressiveness.

“Oh yes!” You let out a girlish scream. It calls to the unholy heavens above and exonerates your calm existence.

“Aren’t you a noisy one.” He chuckles under his breath while you're pliantly taking his cock, your eyes begin to dim and water at the raw sensation growing in between your thighs. Ari feels it too with harping rigor. It’s absolutely indefinite that he is carnal for you, a wakeful obsession of it’s own. “And all this time I didn’t think you had it in you. Now look at you, so needy and fucked. Good girl.”

You pitch another strangled, breathy moan that startles a flock of bird nested in your well gardened camphor tree. Ari ducks down and suckles on your neck, leaving an identifiable mark for later. It was his payback assertion for all the times you had pranced around for show, testing his feral nature and now heeding your bestowed obedience. He’d have you like this in every way. Cock stuffed until you cried and that would be the proclaimed exposition from hereinafter.

“Just so you know, I don’t only do flooring sweetheart.” He whispers right under your ear as his manhood firmly pounds into you. You were laid flat on your sweaty back again, his weight heavy on yours as the rattled floorboards let out a faint crack in response. “But I’m sure you know that by now.”

[jennmurawski13]

Hey I just found your work and... Whew child 😳😳😳😳😳😳 got me feeling things lmao

Idk if your request are open but this heavily reminds me of Andy 👀👄👀😏🤤

https://vm.tiktok.com/TTPdMdVCPb/

P.s. keep up the amazing work!! And don't forget to take breaks 💖💖💖

Thank you so much for the kind words. I accept requests if the idea - titillate me - lol. I have to admit, I had to seek outside counsel for this one. I didn't really understand the tik tok in regards to Andy. But @labella420 threw me an idea, so this is what happened and I hope you like it.

18+ below. Just plain ol' feral husband Andy

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Andy tossed his briefcase on the entryway table, loosening his tie with a sigh until the sound stopped him dead in his tracks. He beelined upstairs, feet swift and heavy on the stairs as he took them by twos.

Catching your wrist just before you pulled back the shower curtains, Andy twisted you on your heel - your eyes wide in surprise. “Jesus, Andy. You scared the crap out of me,” you snapped, letting your other hand fall to your side after quickly bracing it over your breasts for cover when he had swept through.

Andy’s eyes were predatory, his lips cut in a fixed-line as his eyes glided over your body. He sniffed the air like a wolf seeking its mate before twisting you around and pushing your upper body over the counter.

Butterflies bounced off the walls of your belly as your husband dropped to his knees behind you, spreading your ass cheeks wide to stare into the dark, puckered opening of your ass. “I need your taste. You were about to wipe it all away in the goddamn shower, but I fucking need your scent all over my fucking mouth and beard.” Andy spit on your hole, a thumb swiping over the opening as you shivered above. “Need it to feel alive.”

With a quick look over your shoulder, you watched his nostrils flare as he brushed his nose against your back entrance until his palms spread your thick globes even wider until he was delving into your cunt, his tongue lapping between the cut of you.

Dropping your head to the counter, you pushed back, feeding him your juicy cunt. He nosed at your tight ring as he ate you out, tongue pushing inside you. His growls reverberated through your core as he set a quick pace, his fingers rising to meet the meat of your pussy, thrumming over your clit after gathering the slick that seeped from your sex.

Your hips rutted, fucking his tongue as he ate you out from behind. Unable to hold himself back - your smell shooting fevered passion to his groin - Andy took hold of his cloth-covered cock, gripping it tightly with his fist. With a slap to your pussy with his free hand that caused a throaty moan to fall from your throat, Andy quickly stood, unzipping himself to fumble inside his trousers, freeing his thick cock. He pumped himself twice before lining himself up to your quivering hole, soaking his shaft in your juice - fat - leaking head spreading your lips wide before he snapped his hips, burying himself in your heat.

Andy thrust inside you, his hands leaving your waist to shrug off his suit jacket. As his hips pumped into you, he rolled his white dress shirt up to his elbows before curling an arm under your chin, thick forearm pulling you up. “Tell me you want it, sweetheart. Tell me you want me to fucking choke you out and use you for my pleasure.”

His bicep tightened around your neck as wordless cries fell from your throat. You felt Andy pull harder, your hands coming up to brace him - nails digging in firm cords of muscle. “Fuck me, Andy. Take what you need from my body.”

And Andy did just that, reminding you exactly who you belong to, thick bicep choking you out as his free hand snuck between you and the counter, fingers furiously thrumming against your clit until he had you crying out, nails drawing blood on his arms as you came around his cock. Your cunt choked his cock just like his arm around your throat, and he came fiercely inside you, painting your trembling walls with thick cream until he panted against your naked back.

His breath tickled your skin as you both came down from your high, steam from the shower cloaking the room in a heavy blanket as beads of sweat dripped from your body.

“What was that?” you finally asked, his cock still nestled deep within your walls.

“Bad day, needed you on my tongue. You. Not the Honey-vanilla bath wash version of you.”

“Okay,” you shifted, releasing his softening shaft from your pussy walls as you turned around, arms wrapping around his neck as you kissed him. “But now I need to taste you. You never taste better than after you’ve been inside me.”

@sparkledfirecracker @the-iceni-bitch @stargazingfangirl18 @captainapple @denisemarieangelina @patzammit @maroonsunrise83

[jennmurawski13]

The History of Love: Part 1 - Professor Andy x Student Reader

Warnings: Teacher x Student relationship (later parts)

Word Count: ~1100

Author's Note: I've wanted to write a Professor Andy fic for the longest time but couldn't make anything work. Then last night, when I was trying to fall asleep, inspiration struck and ta-da! Anyways, this is the first part of several.

You toss the shot back and wince before slamming the glass down on the table. You can’t believe you’re out drinking the night before the semester starts, but it was Kay’s birthday and you couldn’t say no to your best friend.

“Wooooooo!” Kay yells, holding her arms up in triumph. Your friends laugh and cheer before someone orders another round. Tiny shot glasses are being passed around again, but you beg off, excusing yourself to use the restroom.

In the empty ladies’ room, you splash some cold water on your face and sigh. Your senior year of college starts tomorrow, which is totally weirding you out. Soon you will have to start applying for grad schools and figuring out what to do next with your life. It’s crazy how time flies.

You look down at your phone and notice you’ve been in the bathroom for ten minutes. You take a deep breath and head back out into the bar. As you exit the ladies' room you aren’t watching where you are going and run smack into someone else.

“Oh sorry, excuse me,” you stutter out, looking up at who you ran into.

“No worries,” the man responds, before taking a good look at you. He smiles at you and offers his hand. “I’m Andy,” he says.

“I’m Y/N,” you reply, trying not to blush at the handsome brunette shaking your hand. He’s clearly older than you as he’s beginning to go a little gray at his temples.

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. What are you doing here tonight?” he asks.

“Here at the bathroom or here at the bar?” you ask back, wishing you were better at flirting. It must have worked though cause Andy lets out a small chuckle.

“Here at the bar.”

“Oh, celebrating my roommate Kay’s birthday,” you tell him, glancing back toward the bar where you can hear your friends' loud laughter.

“Uh, what about you?” you ask.

“Getting to know my new colleagues,” Andy responds. You notice then that he’s dressed in a nice suit which is not the normal dress code for the college bar.

“Well, I best let you get back to your friends,” Andy says, shifting awkwardly between his feet. You nod and begin to walk away, but Andy calls out after you.

“Actually, can I buy you a drink?” he asks.

“I thought you had to go to the bathroom,” you tell him.

“I do, but I don’t want to stop talking to you,” he says, causing you to blush.

“Okay,” you reply.

“I just gotta, uh,” he stammers, pointing toward the bathroom. “Just don’t leave.”

“I won’t,” you promise him. Andy smiles at you and then disappears into the bathroom. You rush off back to the bar.

“Where have you been?” Kay asks with a drunken giggle as you rejoin the group.

“I…uh…met a guy,” you admit.

“I thought you were in the bathroom. You met a guy in the bathroom?” she asks, looking shocked. You give her a playful smack to the arm which only makes her giggle some more.

“I met him outside the bathroom,” you inform her.

“Well good for you, it’s about time you spread your wings a little,” she teases. Before you can respond, Andy emerges from the back hallway and catches your eye before giving you a wave.

You wave back and then turn to look at Kay who giggles and gives you a wink.

“An older man, how scandalous,” she teases you before practically pushing you out of your seat and sending you back to the bar.

“Have fun and use protection!” she shouts after you as you make your way over to Andy.

It doesn’t take long for you to realize you and Andy have a lot in common. You’re both Boston natives, you are die-hard Red Sox fans, and you both geek out on history. Before you know it, it’s been two hours and your friends are getting ready to head back to campus.

You glance down at your watch and realize it's after midnight. Your first class is at 9am and you know it’s time for you to head home as well.

“It’s getting late,” Andy says as you look up from your watch.

“Yeah,” you reply, kind of sad to have to go. Kay was right, it’s been a while since you’ve clicked with a guy as much as you have with Andy tonight. You notice Andy shifting awkwardly in his seat a little before pulling out his phone.

“I’m a little out of practice at this, but uh, could I have your number?” Andy asks. “I’d like to take you out for dinner sometime, would that be okay?”

“Yes,” you eagerly respond. Andy hands you his phone and you input your number in before handing it back. Andy types something into his phone and you feel yours buzz in your pocket.

“And now you have my number,” Andy smiles, making you blush a little.

“Y/N!!!!” Kay shouts from across the bar where all your friends are waiting by the door.

“I, uh, better go,” you tell Andy. He nods and stands as you get up. “It was really nice to meet you,” you tell him.

“It was nice to meet you too,” Andy responds. You shuffle a little before Kay yells at you again from the doorway. Andy leans in and presses a quick kiss to your cheek.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” Andy says as he pulls back.

“Goodnight, Andy,” you respond with a smile, before making your way over to your friends.

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The next morning as you sit in the lecture hall next to Kay, who is slightly grumpy from her hangover, you re-read Andy’s text message for the millionth time.

Andy: I had such a great time tonight. Can't believe I found someone who might be a bigger Red Sox fan than I am. ;-)

You’re so distracted by your phone that you don’t notice the professor walk in, but you can feel Kay sit up straighter next to you.

“Uh, Y/N, isn’t that the guy you were flirting with at the bar last night?” she whispers to you. Your head snaps up and indeed she is right, standing there at the front of the lecture hall is Andy. You look back down at your class schedule and notice that it says A. Barber next to "professor" for this class. You never had gotten Andy’s surname last night.

“Good morning, everyone,” Andy greets the class, still rearranging the stack of papers on the front table. “This is History 303: Colonial America,” he informs everyone, finally looking up and scanning the class before his eyes fall on you.

“Oh fuck,” you whisper back in shock.

[jennmurawski13]

a fuck stop

18+

With every journey there’s a destination.

trucker!ransom x fem!reader

warnings: course language, brief mentions of harassment, smut, bordering dub-con (but both parties are willing participants), either way MINORS DNI. This contains the following acts: oral (m receiving), face fucking, semi-public, rough protected sex (p in v), cum play, pet names. Slightly innocent fem!reader.

author's note: I was definitely over my head while writing this. Lmao it is what it is.

taglist: @patzammit @mrs-djokovic @ysmmsy

This has not been beta’d, any fuck ups are my own.

Somewhere in the middle of sandy, bum-fuck Arizona, Ransoms rafting truck churns to make a short pit stop. Al’s Handy Gas Mart, the peeling marquise board reads.

Get where you’re going with Al’s help.

The scorching summer heat sirens a gradual buzzing noise that is distinct to the human ears and could have easily been mistaken for the seasonal cicadas that did their usual dance.

There's some reluctance as the delinquent trucker squints past the harsh orbital rays and flips off the switchboard radar that proctors every signal and call. In this groveling instant, his transporter buddies, mostly old and balding men in their late 40s, were having a hoot, cruising down the winding i-95 and every interstate toll. They whereabouts were scattered with very little indication. Some could be laundering south of the border. maybe shuttering the eastern seaboard or comrading the mid-west. Inevitably, Ransom didn't care to know, tuning into utter radio silence and a pint size of disassociation that came along with it.

The gravel rickets and crunches against the tough leather tires as he slowly approaches a designated haul over. While still learning shift, he finally yanks down the gear shift into park while the engine chugs on for life, rattling the offloaded truck bed behind him. Eventually the keys fall out of the ignition slot and he starts to regather his thoughts.

He does this a lot. Contemplates. Staggers. Hopes to get a call of some sort but then is left disappointed. Harlan's dead. Marta has a settlement order out for him and his own mother has disbanded the idea of spawning a son in the first place. Insipidus if you ask him. But that was it. He'd have to work for his money now, see counsellors, his PO, Callista who retrains him to be a better man and not reoffend if there's ever a given will and/or reason. His odyssey is only his and for that he exhales, profoundly.

While distracting himself through means of people-watching, Ransom runs a steady hand over his now abundant 5 o’clock shadow that covers his once cleanly shaven and youthful physiognomy. He holds himself at the sight of nothingness.

It’s a piss off and with more than two days on the open road he's finally had enough.

🌵

“Well there’s a tune you don’t hear often.” A stocky, old man rivets the second he steps into the shoebox shop. “What a guy, I tell ya.”

Hans Olson was the topic of discussion. His music inflates from the dodgy surround sound. You, on the other hand, barely gave a rat's ass.

“I guess.” You carelessly gnaw on your necklace, looking past the sprawling window pane to make sure that no cracksman stole gas from the loose latches. To your surprise there’s not a single soul that idles by, gas prices were at an all time low (in a utopian society) yet you could never be too sure.

“Pump 2, doll face.” Pudgy Patterson states, leering over the counter as a way to grab your attention. He’s inadvertently chewing on something, tobacco? Gum? His unfinished meal you’d assume.

"Credit, debit or cash?" You dryly reaffirm, scrunching your nose at his heady body odor.

His unsaid expectation falls short when you start up the till, punching in an abstract combo code and then punting a hellish smile that demurs your discomfort.

“Can you break a hundred?” He eventually sifts through his wallet and puts down a mangy, water damaged bill.

Your hesitation persists, slowly retrieving the note as your eyes return to survey the outside yonder.

Ching! The register drawer pops open and you begin to count his change while doing a not-so-subtle double take out the glass aperture.

In the orange hue glow, you owlishly stare at Ransom Drysdale who hops out of the truck and slams the door shut. He stands his ground while adjusting his Guns ‘n Roses ball cap that sits atop his mousy swept tresses. You admired the fine, towering man, clad in a pair of faded blue jeans and a size too small black tee. His large feet were anchored the muddiest pair of Windriver boots as he kicked up his stride.

Your watchful eyes go dry with interest, quivering innately at his presence. He’s someone new. Someone absolutely insatiable.

“You know, a pretty little thing like yourself shouldn’t be working at a truck stop.” You’re forgetful of the grimy stranger who’s still around, leering at your candor that falters just the slightest.

“Shouldn’t be your concern.” You snap while giving him his exact change. “Have a good day now.”

“Not so fast peaches. Gimme a pack of Dunhills will ya?” He wags a finger behind you where there’s a closed filing cabinet stocked with easy to buy cigs and cartridge pens.

“All out.” You say.

“You’re a no-good liar. You didn’t even check.”

“I don’t have to, I know my inventory.” You deadpan.

“Why don’t I check for ya.” He rudely insists, coming around the counter to ambush your parole.

“Oh what the fuck dude!”

One by one he rifles through the unit and tosses each box onto the plexiglass counter.

“Let’s see we’ve got Camels, Marlboros, Pall Mall, Backwoods…” And then he looks at you, deviously licking his chops, eyes darkening like the abysmal night. “Hmm and what’s this?”

Behind the till you’re a sore sight to see; frayed short shorts and a busty white v neck that has a matching grease stain the size of Arkansas, compliments of the job in itself. He pokes his nose forward, sniffing out the sweet aroma of flora, gasoline and the slight notes of coffee you had prior to. Like a predator drawn to his prey, you have his vices in check.

“A dainty ol’e Sue... Oh would I love to taste you.” He touches and tosses your hair, you recoil with disgust upon contact. He longingly sneers, taking on your discomfort as a power play to get his erection going. Fucking wacko. “I gotta say, Al is a true Hefner for hiring ‘em young and ripe.”

The stranger edges forward and you scoot back, letting your manicured claws drag along the porous ledge with each walk in step. You heed caution and warning, something you were so desperately trying to work on as your voice trembles.

“I’d appreciate it if you back the fuck off.”

“No can do sweets not until I get some.” His dirtied paw reaches to cup your face and you narrowly turn away, ready to invoke a knee jerk reaction. “C’mon baby, give me a chance, hmm? I promise it’ll be good fun…” He sanctions right under while you pinched your eyes shut.

“We can do it right here, where no one's watching—“ His knuckles rub up the side of your thighs, coaxing you to spread your feet apart and be a willful contender. It’s broad daylight. Sin becomes a sinuous resolve. “What do you say?”

Ransom clears his throat right in time. It’s a glottal record scratch that stops ‘Jimmy’ in his place. His jaw ticks in stride of his heinous pursuit, a hand that rests by your bare leg turns into a balled fist.

There’s some dense relief. Your malignant heartbeat steadies and soon after an easy, unintentional breath escapes your lips, thanking your luck and savior.

“One of the pumps out front isn’t giving. You might wanna throw a sign on it.” Upon interaction, Ransom modulates a low, dangerous twang that isn’t native to the county you were in. Your curiosity piques while he awaits his turn, barely meeting your eye.

“Oh OK, I’ll, um, have that looked at shortly.” You salute his less than verbose demeanor. “I-I can help you whenever you’re ready.”

“I don’t think we’re done here.” The man encroaching your space sticks an arm out and cages you back into the corner. Your dismay stouts him as he expects you to turn the other trucker away.

Ransom stands stock still, eyes drawn to his flap wallet. He’s nonchalantly looking through cards and loose change, thinking out loud almost.

“Come meet me out back.”

“How ‘bout you hit the road, partner.” Ransom finally grovels. He doesn’t tolerate bullies and weak men who assert their sexual dominance on women who counter with no, a full perfunctory sentence.

“Not a chance. You can pay and leave us be.”

Ransom sibilants in defeat, murmuring something crassly unheard of. There’s a daunting fixation that furrows his brows together, deciding he’d pay you with fortitude instead.

“You know this guy, sweetheart?” He turns to stare at you and you’re astounded by the brightest baby blues known to man.

“U-Uh, no sir.”

Sir. Ransom liked the sound of that. He sucks in a deep breath, not expecting to cause a scene or be an unfavorable vigilante. But the sweet look on your face was absolutely beguiling, merciless of his ill-thoughts that came to him in the darkest hour. It’s been a long time coming, maybe you could be a pure succor. Suck or…

“Hmm,” he hums to himself. Toady Tom eyes him with vengeance that silently remunerates the atmosphere that grows heavy. “And do you want him to stay or leave?”

Ransom slides a weightless 50 on top of the scratched up counter and you swallow thickly, finding your voice again. “Leave.”

“Well then, I guess that settles it.” The perverted man behind the counter scoffs. He’s incredulous, tongue pressed against the shallows of his cheek. He almost surrenders but the jaunt stubbornness prevails.

"Yeah right."

"You heard the lady.” Ransom reminds the impolite patron.

“Far from a lady.” He instantly sneers before turning to you with a loaded threat. “You watch yourself now little one, I’m only just a few doors down. Don’t think I won’t find ya.”

“Fahk outta here.” Ransom enforces, growing agitated by the second. They share some imparted words, one man sizing up the other.

After a few Milkyways and bags of Lays splatter across the tile floor, the door chimes violently rattle with his obdurate departure. He’s gone like the wind. But that isn’t enough to detract you, to have you thanking the beautiful man in front of you who now looks completely unfazed.

“Thank you… for that.” You shakily express and he nods, properly sighting your illustrious figure.

“Of course.”

“Will that be all for today?” You mistakenly ask, mid-transaction and innocuous of his furthering insinuations. He simply smirks.

🌵

Your naivety and his spare will took an iniquitous turn.

The ‘Be Right Back in A Jiffy’ sign is flipped over while you’re quaffing down a nicely sized dick to the hilt. The warm, heavy appendage slides against your tongue that grafts each vein along his shaft. His leaky tip knocks at your tonsils while you manage to savor him to the fullest.

Ransom is helplessly in awe of your talents as he lets out a foul, debauched whimper. You’re glomming onto his cock for dear life as a thank you, needn’t he forget.

“Fuck sweetheart, you ain’t holdin’ back one bit.” He bucks as your hands go to knead his bare ass, gyrating him into a slow release. His large hands gather themselves in the root of your hair, yanking your head back when your testy teeth gently graze against his shaft.

“Watch the teeth, pretty girl.” He grits and you listen, humming a doe eyed look that overcomes him with a painful groan.

You’re a slobbering mess, jaw slack and locked in place. Your bare knees were planted on the perforated safe grip mat behind the till. His back, pressed against the ledge and away from an unseen crowd.

Midday was a rueful misdeemed fuck and you both reveled in it, letting out a symphony of taunting moans and grunts.

“So, so fucking beautiful.” He growls as you retreat, using your saliva and hands to sloppily lube up his manhood. You start fisting him, swirling your tongue just around the tip and that was enough for him to meet your eager pumps. He’s completely wrecked, caroling his sound praises and the ebb of your motions. His face puckers when the endorphins tingle right through his cock, an impassioned ache that needs relief.

“Just like that.” He breathes, feeling himself emancipated with tightness that recoils deep in his balls. “Mmm, that’s it. Fuck.” He tightly binds his eyes shut in the climb.

“Christ, I’m gonna cum.” Ransom is so close. His hands move your head back and forth with the propulsion of his hips sawing into your mouth.

With determination, you milk him dry, suckling on his tender flesh that slowly sears a hot opening and releases his furling spend in your oral cavity. The syrupy white substance coats your throat as you slither away to graciously swallow, stringing along spit and pride in your resurgence. His wet cock is semi-hard, bobbing after a good blow. His chest rises and falls as you rest on your haunches, appeased by the savoring musky flavor. The glassy look in his eyes stagnates when he tilts your chin up between his forefinger, assessing the damage with high praise.

“Well done princess.” He runs a thumb over your bottom lip, collecting a bit of his cum that seeps out before bringing it to his lips to taste.

“Anything else, sir?”

Oh you were a helpless one. “Get up.” He orders, wanting something quick and dirty.

“You don’t ask, you take,” You mewl at his disorderly aggression as he turned you around, his front pressed against your back. You swell at his dominance, not taking into account that you could be gutted any second and left for dead. "But only if you want to. Do you want this?"

You wordlessly nod at his manifesto.

“What was that?” He breathes heavily in your ear, hands trailing up the side of your body.

“Yes, sir.” You meekly reply, all the air vacuumed out of your lungs.

“Good girl.” Not letting a second pass, Ransom yanks down your cut offs and thong, bearing him your wet throbbing cunt and an unsparing ass. He takes his time admiring your backside and spreads your cheeks apart, bemused by the line of slick that glistens under the fluorescent lighting. He wets his bottom lip as a sign of fascination, adjusting his stance forward while you’re preening with anticipation.

“Please.” You pathetically whisper letting his thick fingers swipe through your folds, just merely grazing your entrance.

“Please what?” He curtly rasps.

“Please fuck me.”

“Fuck you good or fuck you quick?”

“Both.” You pant, slumping forward with your body halfway across the countertop.

“And would you like my fingers or my cock, princess?” He tests even though his middle and ring fingers are already circling your clit and making you cower.

“I-I don’t know.” You cry from pleasure that clouds your overall judgement, brows furrowed at the bubbling sensation in your core that short circuits your poor brain.

“You don’t know?” He mocks, going up a baritone.

“I—“ You wheeze, feeling his deft fingers work in and out of your pussy with slow tenacity. The way your body gave out to him was humiliating. From the slurping wet scissor thrusts to your shrewd little moans egging him on, Ransom couldn't any more dignified. He needed this form of control and ousting, it made him feel godly, salaciously taking him back to the way he's always been. “Oh god.”

In your blissful state, Ransom reaches for the accordion pack of condoms that were left hung up on the side. He uses his teeth to rip one open before abandoning his finger fucking strife to properly pinch and roll the condom on. You moan at the loss of contact and then he harrumphs with a compliant thrust just to shut you up.

You squeal, feeling his fullness only reach halfway into your cunt. You were ill prepared. The initial burn and stretch was agonizing and it became too impermeable to let go.

"Shit." Ransom respires with discomfort, he didn't mean for that happen as your mouth falls open and your head rolls back, impartially cock drunk.

“I need you to relax, princess. Can you do that for me?” He whispers in your hair while using a hand to leverage your legs apart, slightly bending at the knees to ease his drive. Your pelvic floor muscles loosen up a bit as he fed you inch by inch. Your toes begin to curl up against the rubberized mats, your bodies finally come together as one. Your tight cunt does the honorable thing and sucks him right in without give. With a sharp intake of breath, Ransom tries his damned hardest not to bust his load in you, stiffening his movements to implore a faintly found. “Fuck... you feel s'good, princess.”

He’s fully seated in you, not budging one bit and questioning his need to cherish the moment.

“Mmm.” You hum desperately rolling your hips to alleviate the straining ache in your core while bracing the ridged tabletop.

"All for me, huh?" Ransom took it upon himself, your seldom plea, to fuck you senseless. He soon grunts and ruts his hot cock into your weeping little cunt, startling you in the endeavor.

Your squeaks prevail at a piercing octave. The fiery sensation, thrust and drive has your eyes rolling in the back of your skull. The sounds of slapping skin, loose change rattling in the register and the breathy high pitched moans calibrated the impactful sex. It’s an infinite juxtaposition of two strangers sharing bodily fluids and momentary, carnal pleasure that remained completely oblivious to the ghost towners around.

“God you’re taking my cock so well.” His hand comes around and cups you above your pubic mound, feeling his bulge and sidling some pressure to amount your acclimating climax. He intuitively stimulates your g-spot and that’s enough to drive you buck wild.

“Fuck!” You flutter around his cock as a sure fire sign that you were about to cum.

“You feel that?” He husks, steadily rocking his hips.

“Harder, baby.” You urge, a hand reaching over your shoulder to ghost his cheek, craving his physical closeness in your undoing. He follows through on your order, tightly gripping on your waist to continue his ramming thrusts.

Your straining breasts jiggles against the counter as both your hands slam onto the wooden flange for support. After a few rigorous pumps, your internal coil snaps, a warm electric release floods through you.

Ransom continues his chase through your pulsating schlump. He hisses as the dam bursts and ropes of his seed balloon up in the condom, unfulfilling you of him.

There’s that clarity. You’re both breathless and spent, wasting in each other's coital recollection. It’s fucking bleak for two self-effacing individuals who weren’t on a first name basis, wrapped up in a shoddy service station and dribbling in each other’s cum.

“You good?” Ransom asks while hovering over you. He lets his dick soften before pulling himself out and leaving you warmly hollow.

“Yeah.” You murmur, looking over your shoulder to dazzle a light grin. He’s appeased, carelessly eyeing the line of your bitten lips and mirrors an opaque smile of his own. He's not a mind reader but there's definitely something more to you that he can't ascribe.

“Sure?”

“Mhm.” You sing.

“Good.”

He discards the banded condom and lets you redress. There’s some muddling silence that thrives with naughtiness.

“Thank you for stopping by Al’s Handy Mart. We hope you come again.” You charm while readjusting yourself behind the till, very well knowing that you're probably going to have to take a bird bath in the restroom later. Ransom is fully dressed for his travels, trouser button left open as he rounds the corner to grab some Gatorade from the stock fridge and a couple stray bags of chips.

“Oh I'll definitely come for you.” He jokes, swigging his drink with one foot out the door and his dick still twitching for more.

[jennmurawski13]

Hiii my lovely friend. I thought you could use a little pick me up! I hope you're having a better day and I hope you enjoy my little menacing moment 😈😘💕💕💕

Andy could tell by your tone that you need an evening of relaxation and very title thinking. With a quick call to Ari to pick up your favorite food & dessert, Andy sets everything up around the house for what he had planned.

As soon as you arrive home, Ari opens your door, taking your bag and your hand. He gives you a sweet kiss and guides you inside. Andy wraps an arm around your waist, kissing you passionately before handing you a glass of wine.

The two men stay glued to your side as you eat, allowing you to vent about your day. If either of them thought you were getting too upset, they distract you with stories of their day. Andy going off about Loguidice and his prick self.

After dinner, Ari prepares the bath, as Andy sits you on his lap. As a promise to keep your mind void of thought, he kisses you until you are breathless and needy. 

Of course they're not going to leave you alone in the tub. So sandwiched between two handsome men, your back to Andy's chest, Ari's head on your chest.

"Thank you for tonight. It was just what I needed," you whisper, your fingers playing with Ari's soft hair. He was practically purring beneath you. Andy's lips trail down your neck.

Evening's not over yet," Andy responds, "We still have the main event." 

"Main event?"

"Yes, baby. We're going to see if our good girl can handle both of us at the same time." Ari replies, nipping at the soft skin of your breast.

"We're going to completely take you apart, sweetheart," Andy promises, his breath warm against your ear and you whimper at their words, wanting nothing more.

The boys didn't let you out of bed the next day and called in sick for you. I think that's a good choice on their part, considering they can have the way with you all day now...👀👀👀

MINA

SUCH VIOLENCE IN MY ASK BOX.

I love you.

Please excuse me while I think about this for the next 24 hours.

[jennmurawski13]

I feel like Bambi would be fascinated by porn she’s seen animals mating- and now she can watch humans in the comfort of her own bed?? I feel like she’d switch it on like it’s her favourite show and Steve walks in on her like 👁👁

forgive me for twisting this to a dark drabble👁👁

Steve follows the quiet whines and muffled moans, his feet bringing him down the hall and to the open door. He can smell your excitement, the sweetness of your juices that are probably leaking all over your fingers and onto the sheets.

He leans on the doorway, cocking his head, “hm, what did I say about your sounds, Bambi?”

You’re quivering on the bed in the mess of pillows and blankets, some of Steve’s clothes are tucked among the nest. You uncover your mouth, fingers freezing inside your sopping cunt. “N-No covering…”

“No covering.” Steve repeats, eyes flickering to the laptop between beside you, the screen displaying a porno with a large man and a woman who looks like you. Steve picked it specifically for today’s self-lesson. “Now, show me my pussy.”

You whimper, spreading your thighs, various marks sprinkled along your sensitive skin—all of which are from him. You slowly start moving your fingers again, wet noises flowing over the erotic moans from the video.

“Good girl, my best girl.” Steve watches your cream pour out, torn between surging forward, devouring your essence and waiting until the video ends. His cock has been hard since he set you in your nest, giving you careful instructions.

Watch and learn, Bambi. Touch yourself, think of their pleasure—think of what I’ll do to you later.

“You’re paying attention, right, Bambi?”

You quickly nod, your toes curling as your other hand rubs your clit, just like Steve taught you. You glance back at the screen, hips rising as the man’s fat cock pounds into the woman, his hand strumming her nub too.

You cry out loudly and unabashed, not wanting to disappoint Steve again.

The blond hums lowly, licking his lips, “Good, because we’re watching the next video together and you’re going to show me what you’ve learned.”

[jennmurawski13]

Watch My Heart Burn: Part 1

Series Masterlist

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

The building before you was 35 stories tall and was just as impressive architecturally as the rest of the skyscrapers in Manhattan, although this was marked with a massive and almost crystalline ‘4’ attached to the top of the building.

It was marked, the home of the Fantastic Four and perhaps you, if you had taken or gotten the job as an assistant for one of the superhero alphas that resided within the top five floors. It was an opportunity for you to have a career beyond the ordinary. It was an opportunity that you hadn’t even been aware of until you were talking with your old college roommate, an intern working for Doctor Reed.

The job as their assistants and ‘handlers’ had been lucrative and well sought out; they could have provided an impressive income. However, a warning came with the job, a turnaround that had been a little concerning when she informed you of how many personal assistants had come and gone.

“Room and board are free,” one of the perks of the job would eliminate some of your bills and free up your financial stress, “and there are any amenities you could want.”

“Is a Japanese garden and an indoor pool worth it?” You asked yourself, stepping closer to the door with a slip of paper in your hand that would get you to the 31st floor, and from there, you would meet your old college roommate, and she would take you the rest of the way.

There was a distinct and specific division that handled the few people who acted as the Fantastic Four’s assistants, so while you indeed would have been working under one of the alphas, they wouldn’t inherently be your boss.

And although you hadn’t known who you would be working for, or who the job was for, you had known that if anything, you wanted to avoid Johnny Storm as often as possible.

The Human Torch was a hothead before he had become a hero, or at least that’s what the few editorials which were not in love with the cocky alpha had said. You had taken their words, especially when he had a habit of showboating and surrounding himself with beautiful women who would be cycled through as often as dishwater.

He was an alpha who liked sleek sports cars and leggy models hanging out in the passenger seat. He had a plethora of omegas in and out of his bed every time he had gone through a rut and had no genuine desire to settle himself and ease into a place of security like Sue Storm and doctor Reed.

There was no rush to put away the playboy ego and convert himself to someone happy being an omegas alpha. While you understood that not everyone was meant to have that lifestyle, you didn’t see the thrill of being an omega he toyed with.

And yet, there was an endless supply. There were endless omegas who would all too happily become a ‘Storm slut’, a name they had given themselves on multiple occasions on different social media platforms.

It was almost like a rite of passage and a boost to their social standing amongst their friends, any omega who could land Johnny Storm, even for a night, was revered.

“Captain chlamydia.” You scoffed and entered the building, showing the doorman your pass as you entered the lobby and had immediately started walking toward the first elevator for guests and visitors, stepping to the side as a stream of alphas, betas and omegas came off the elevator.

When it was clear and you had stepped on, you closed the door and pressed the illuminated button for the 31st floor and then pressed yourself into a corner. You had grasped the strap of your messenger bag and wrung the cloth in your hands as you hummed under your breath.

There was an onslaught of scents in the small space, the heady mix of all designations and their intertwined scents was undoubtedly an assault to the senses, however beneath it all, there was a thin and faint stream of a comforting scent beneath it.

It was faint and old as if the alpha had come and gone in the last hour, yet you could still pick up the individual notes of the alphas smell.

The natural woodsy scent was engrained with the scent of campfire and burning wood, the clear, crisp tail end of autumn and teakwood. The scent belonged to an alpha, someone solid and young, unlike the few older businessmen you had passed while entering the elevator.

It was distinct and faded, yet it had lingered long enough for you to register the scent as belonging to an alpha who was undoubtedly strong, if not a little on the young and immature side.

“Going up to thirty-one?” An alpha in a fine-cut suit stepped on and glanced at you from the corner of his eyes. “Me too. I’m meeting with Doctor Reed.”

You angled yourself in the elevator and studied him as he stood a few feet away from you. There was a briefcase in his hands and a sleek gold watch on his wrist; however, he didn’t seem to be much older than his late twenties to his very early thirties, and that had only been a few years older than you.

He was tall and handsome, maybe around 6’0” or 5’11”, and while his hair was thick and coiffed with a few curls, the strands black and deep, only lightened by a few streaks of brown, his eyes were intensely bright and a mix of blue and green with tiny flecks of hazel.

He was an alpha; you could tell by the scent that wasn’t entirely radiating from him yet had naturally seemed to seep in small bursts of mist. He was nervous, a little anxious about being here, evident by the way he was rocking back and forth on his heels as inconspicuously as he could.

“I’m a lawyer. I just passed the bar and got hired by the firm that handles the estate of Reed Richards.”

You nodded your head and looked between him and his briefcase, spying the gold-clad initials engraved in the handle of his suitcase, the tinge of gold matching the watch on his wrist.

“I’m Matt.” He introduced himself and was driven closer to you as people started to pile onto the elevator at each floor that the elevator stopped on.

As the two of you had been drawn closer together, you were well aware of the difference between the faint alphas scent and this alphas scent. This new alpha’s scent was thicker, denser and seemed to have more of a spicy kick, almost as if his scent was built on intense spice and mint, and while it wasn’t abrasive in any sense, it would take getting used to.

“Y/N. I’m hoping to get a job as one of the four-“

“-assistants, right? I’ve met the Richards’ assigned assistant. The job can be strenuous and long, or it can be pleasant.”

“Well, that’s what I’m going up for.” You tilted yourself away from him and angled your head to hide the scent glands in your neck from his view, an odd and subtle habit that was meant to close you off.

“Hopefully not Storm, right?” He quipped, and there was a twitch of his lips on the right side as if he was going to smirk and then hadn’t. “I mean his reputation-“

“I don’t know who.” It wasn’t that you were entirely uncomfortable with the alpha near you, but you weren’t at all pleased to have a conversation with alpha in a crowded elevator while every scent was ambushing you in here.

“The guy has a reputation-“ the elevator came to an abrupt stop, and the doors had opened on the 29th floor, and the majority of the people had gotten off until there were few left behind.

As the doors closed again and the final ascent to the floor you needed had begun, you had felt the tension that had previously built from the intrusion of the noxious scents, easing away from you. It had allowed you to physically relax and inhale deeply as if you were out in the open and had been able to breathe clean air.

“So…you’re…unmated..?”

“What?” You recoiled, and the alpha to your left hand grumbled under his breath and shifted his weight from foot to foot, looking physically uncomfortable by the silence and his attempt to hold a conversation.

“Sorry.” He apologized in a manner that was so unlike an alpha; it was almost confusing. “I just…I’m nervous about this meeting. It’s my first since I’ve graduated, and I haven’t earned my backbone yet.”

“Right…” you drummed your fingers against the strap of your messenger bag as you watched the elevator finally meet the floor you needed. “Well, good luck.

He had hung back a moment when you stepped off, and you paid him no kind as you walked from the elevator toward the front desk, an AI set up behind the desk with short and cropped blonde hair and bright blue eyes, the smile on its almost holographic face was plastered and fake.

“Hi-“ you stepped before the desk and spoke one single syllable before your skin prickles as you gauged and picked up on an overly excited beta with a scent that was entirely too familiar as it flooded your senses.

“You’re here!” You stepped away from the desk and turned toward her, your excitement matching hers as you both met and hugged in the lobby, your friendship spanning the distance and time that kept you apart. “I missed you!”

“I missed you too!” You hugged and swayed together as she squeezed you as you squeezed her. “I’m so glad you’re here!”

When you pulled away, she looped her arm in with your and yanked you to the side so the two of you could walk in step. The few people are waiting to see the Fantastic Four have to deal with the receptionist AI while you were stolen away.

“So there are rooms on this floor, and then everything above it is either the labs or recreational. There are specific security clearances you’re going to have to go through to get in, but as long as you have a badge-“ she walked with you toward the living quarters and had come to an abrupt stop as one of the doors nearest the end had swung open.

A scantily clad omega with bare feet came barrelling out of the room with her face contorted in anger. Her scent was tainted and radiating with vibrant aggression as a cocky boy-faced alpha leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest and his lips upturned in a smirk.

“‘Nother omega enjoying being screwed.” He quipped, and your stomach twisted with irritation and disgust.

“Johnny Storm,” your friend whispered in your ear as if you needed an introduction, “might as well meet him now.”

You whipped your head around and stared at her with wide eyes, analyzing every word, every syllable that she had uttered as the arrogant alpha wearing a pair of dark, well-fitted boxers and the absolute peak of his hard-on trapped beneath the material.

“What?” You couldn’t have heard her right; that couldn’t have possibly been what she was implying.

There was a reason why Sue and your college roommate hadn’t told you who you would be working for, they knew you would turn it down.

“You’ll be well paid-“ she looked bashful, and you would’ve fixated on the way she looked away and vetted your gaze, but you were distracted by the radiating scent of alpha and sex, the stench of another omega’s cum clinging to him as he walked toward you.

“If I had known my new babysitter would’ve been so cute, I would’ve gotten rid of the other one sooner.” His chest vibrated as he spoke, and it was a glance to his chest, and the marks from that other omegas nails raked across his flesh that had stirred your disgust further.

He stepped toward you, almost moving hypnotically as if he was trying to entrance you.

There was a moment of haziness as you recognized the correlations between the scent of the alpha in the elevator and the alpha before you. That oddly comforting scent of campfire smoke and nature belonged to him.

“Hey,” tilted his head, “I’m Johnny, Human Torch. You can call me Torch, all the ladies do.”

“This is Y/N-“

“God, that’s a beautiful name, you know.” He smirked and leaned, and your senses were flooded with the stench of sex that hovered around him. “Ya know, we could skip right to the good part. I’m sure we could get acquainted well-“

His hand hovered on your arm, and the tone of voice he had used had sent you into fight or flight; the latter had been what you acted on. You had reacted swiftly and aggressively, triggered by an alpha you didn’t know reeking like sex from another omega.

You reacted quickly and, with as much power as you could, had driven your knee right into his barely covered hard-on. The moment of impact was heard throughout the space, and the sharp and loud yelp he had emitted had drawn more than a few eyes.

“You would be the very last alpha I would sleep with.” You stepped away from him, taking no pity on him as he groaned and clutched at his groin, his fingertip emitting a flame that burned holes into his underwear.

“Johnny! What are you doing?” His sister came from her room with a small child on her hip, and her eyes narrowed in his direction. “Y/N, I’m sorry about him.”

She hurried over, and your friend nudged your ribs, directing your attention toward Sue and a silent communication passing between you.

“Me?!” He hissed. “I got kicked in the balls-“

“And you deserved it!” She hissed and kicked his bare foot as she passed, her pale blonde hair braided over her shoulder, her eyes narrowed as she glared at her younger brother, finding no sympathy for him either. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” You stepped away from him, your eyes meeting as you passed and his grimace bringing forth a sense of accomplishment. “Better than he is anyway.”

The job was tentatively yours, and while you had hailed a few conversations through text with your friend and Sue, this first meeting with Johnny Storm would set the tone for the professional relationship between you two.

Johnny would be an ass; you would be paid to keep him in line.

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[jennmurawski13]

I know it’s basically over but congrats on your milestone!!! Your blog is the only reason I really stick around tumblr, honestly. I absolutely love every single thing you put out and I mean everything. From your stories to your tags on reblogs. Your energy is just too cool. I would absolutely love to see Curtis in a Mob AU. Like Curtis? In the mafia? Powerful af. That man would be POWERFUL. Something about him just oozes power & indifference. The epitome of calculating, dark, stoic and cold. But we loooove a dark fella with one heck of a sweet spot for his girl. Who doesn’t love a villain that would sacrifice anything for his girl?

Pairing: Curtis Everett x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,419

Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Explicit language. Violence. Murder of minor characters. Unprotected sex. Rough sex. Vaginal fingering. Cum play. Mob elements. AU. 18+ only!

A/N: Wheeeeew boy, this ask. Nonnie, I love you and I love this idea. Thank you so much!!! I knew exactly what I wanted to do with this as soon as I read this. I hope you like it ❤️

One minute you were curled up in Curtis’ lap as he sat in his office, trying to tempt him upstairs to bed with the new satin nighty you’d bought earlier that day, and the next the sound of gunfire was erupting at the front of the manor.

Your brain was slow to process that you were under attack, but thankfully Curtis’ wasn’t.

Just as a spray of bullets tore through the closed door of his office, he held you against his chest and shielded you with his body as he threw you both to the ground just in the nick of time.

“Stay here, sweetheart,” he breathed against your ear, pulling the hidden gun from the holster on the underside of his desk before he was rising up and greeting the enemies bursting through the door with his own round of gunfire.

You covered your ears, whimpering as you watched a few bodies hit the floor from the space beneath Curtis’ desk.

“Wilford wants the girl alive,” you heard an unfamiliar voice shout, peeking out from around the edge of the desk to see Curtis toss his gun aside once the bullets ran out.

Your heart pounded as you watched him fight with his bare hands, tearing the automatic rifle from one foe’s grip and shooting him in the chest before turning to take out two more men who were sneaking up on him.

You were too caught up watching him and praying he wouldn’t get hurt–that you would both make it out of this alive–to realize another intruder was moving toward you fast.

You screamed as he roughly yanked you to your feet by your arm, backhanding you to shut you up. Your face whipped to the side with the force of his blow, and you tasted the copper tang of blood on your tongue as you slowly turned back to him, now sporting a split lip.

You had a second to meet his hard, malicious gaze, to see the satisfaction there at hurting you, and then he was wheezing, his eyes going wide before collapsing to the floor, one of the antique axes Curtis kept hung over the fireplace sticking out of his back.

Eyes wide, you glanced up to find Curtis watching the dead body at your feet, his face twisted in a snarl until his gaze lifted to you and his features softened. “Okay?” he mouthed.

You nodded, eyes going big and scared as you spotted movement beyond him, screaming, “Behind you!” just as the last enemy aimed his gun at Curtis’ back.

Spinning around, Curtis grabbed the other man’s gun, wrestling it from his grip before pistol whipping him across the face, watching in satisfaction as the man sank to his knees, dazed. And then Curtis didn’t hesitate to take his head between his hands and twist hard.

You gasped at the sickening crunch, the unnatural angle of the man’s neck, watching as his dead body sagged to the floor.

Distantly, you could hear the fight dying down, but the white noise buzzing in your head was loud, too loud to hear what Curtis’ head of security said as he poked his head into the room, but you were assuming he was giving Curtis the all clear by the way the tension in his shoulders eased ever so slightly.

You watched as he closed the office door, his eyes finding you and just staring for a moment as his broad chest continued to heave, his body still high on adrenaline and rage as he slowly began to stalk toward you.

Despite the splatter of blood across his handsome face, you didn’t resist as Curtis swept you up against the nearest wall, his touch gentle although violence still lingered heavy in his gaze.

“You okay?” he asked, pulling away just enough to take inventory of you.

You nodded, your voice shaky as you whispered, “I’m okay,” wincing at the painful pull on your split lip.

Curtis’ gaze landed on your injury, something so hard and violent flashing in his gaze that you shuddered despite knowing–with everything in you–that that look wasn’t directed at you.

His hand raised, smoothing over your cheek, his thumb gently prodded around your mouth, and the fact that he could touch you so softly–him, Curtis Everett, the notorious, unforgiving mobster who had done unspeakable things–had your emotions stirring and rising within you swiftly.

“Curtis,” you whispered, tears brimming in your eyes as your shaking hands raised to cradle his face. “I was so scared I’d lose you.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he promised, touching his forehead to yours.

“Need to feel you, please,” you begged softly, already growing wet at the thought, at your desire for him. “Please.”

He didn’t make you ask twice, his hand fumbling between your bodies. You heard the clink of his belt before he was hitching your leg up around his hip with one hand and using the other to tug your panties aside.

You cried out when he drove into you hard, reveling in the force of it, in the stretch and the burn and the fullness that made you feel so alive now when you needed it most. Whimpering, you wrapped your arms around Curtis’ neck and shoved into the forceful rut of his hips over and over again.

The pleasure built in you quick as you and Curtis panted against each other’s lips, your gazes fixed on one another as he fucked you against the wall.

And you felt it in every sharp snap of his hips, in every deep plunge of his cock and quiet grunt in the back of his throat, his own desperation, for you, now, and always, and especially after what had transpired just moments ago.

“Not going anywhere,” he rasped, driving into you hard and lingering as you mewled and fluttered around him. “Always gonna be here, right here,” he emphasized his words with another powerful snap of his hips. “With you, where I belong, you hear me?”

“Yes,” you breathed, head tossed back and eyes screwing shut as Curtis picked up his pace, fucking you wildly, relentlessly, unapologetically, until you were cumming with a sharp cry.

He groaned at the feel of your cunt clenching and pulsing around him, quickly falling over the edge right behind you, his hips not stopping their push and pull motion until your insides were warm and filled with his spend.

“Sweetheart,” he breathed, catching your lips in an urgent kiss. “I love you. My sweet girl.”

“Love you, too,” you breathed, your smile soft and your heart happy despite the pain in your lip and the dead bodies strewn around the room. You indulged in another thorough kiss before pulling away and breathing a content sigh against Curtis’ lips. “Now will you come up to bed with me?”

Curtis huffed a quiet laugh, sliding a hand to the back of your head. He tugged your forehead into the soft press of his lips. “Go on up. I’ll be up to join you in a few minutes. Just need to check with my men about getting this mess cleaned up and setting a meeting to discuss retaliation tomorrow.”

“Promise?” you pouted at him.

“Cross my heart,” he murmured, making the little gesture and everything, lips curling at your quiet giggle.

He pulled out of you gingerly, gaze dropping to watch his cum dribble from you. His big fingers caught the mess, gently pushing it back into you, his head snapping up, eyes darkening and nostrils flaring at your quiet gasp.

“After all, I got my own mess to clean up, hmm?”

You shivered, moaning softly as his fingers moved inside of you before he was pulling them free and tugging your panties back into place, giving them a pat and smirking in satisfaction when he felt your combined releases seeping into the thin material.

Curtis tugged you away from the wall, corralling you across the room and over the bodies of his enemies, giving your ass a gentle swat and pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Go on, sweetheart, I’ll be up soon.”

Tossing him a soft smile over your shoulder, you started your journey upstairs, flanked on each side by Curtis’ security, unfazed at the aftermath of ruin and corpses that littered your path.

Because it wasn’t the first time you had been attacked, and it probably wouldn’t be the last, but as long as you and Curtis were safe–and he was by your side–that was all that really mattered to you.