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youraverageaemondsimp · 4 months

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Just mine alone. // Dark!Aemond Targaryen x CommonerMaid!Reader

MDNI, DD:DNE; reader discretion is heavily advised.

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based on merged requests, this and this. // divider creds: @cafekitsune

WARNINGS: noncon to dubcon, coercion, power imbalance, unprotected p in v sex, breeding kink (if you squint), tiddy play, nipple play, multiple orgasms, power abuse, status difference, medieval era bullshit, infidelity (kind of, reader is betrothed), jealous aemond, dark!aemond, oral f. receiving. + notproofread.

WC: 1.7k

You walked inside Prince Aemond's chambers with freshly washed linen sheets, ready to change the coverings as it was your duty as a maid, the prince would usually be out of his room at this time giving you no trouble to finish up your work.

But today, he wasn't.

You were surprised to see him, “My prince?” you question and he turns to face you, eye wide and lips pressed tightly together, almost as if in anger.

“You're getting married?” He questions and you stiffen up, before swallowing thickly, you shift your weight onto your other leg and clutch the sheets tightly to your chest, “My prince i–”

“Drop the act Y/N, there is no one around.” He tells you sternly and you take a deep breath and look behind you, finding the door closed before you once again face him. “Aemond.” You call out his name and his lips twitch.

“Yes? Answer my question.” He demands and you sigh heavily, before nodding, “I am.” you tell him and he scoffs.

“So I don't mean anything to you after all?” He questions, his voice laced with a condescending tone which makes you fidget nervously, “Did all those years mean nothing to you at all? I thought you loved me.” He grits his teeth and that takes you back into the past when you first met him.

He bumped into you when you were both kids, while trying to run from his brother at the street of silk and ended up taking refuge in your house, that's how your friendship first bloomed, securing a friendship with a prince came with many benefits but you did not like to rely on others, so you found work at the red keep as a maid, and thus deepening your friendship furthermore.

As years progressed, you fell in love with him, yet you knew your place and quickly awoke to the harsh reality of both your status difference. You were nothing but a mere commoner, yet he is a prince, so pushed those feelings away and moved on. Even going as far as agreeing to a proposal your parents had arranged for you.

That man wasn't as highborn, yet he owned a bakery while your family owned poultry. This marriage is more of a trading business rather than anything but you had actually met the guy and he is extremely nice and polite, which made you immediately say yes to the proposal.

The only thing you forgot about was Aemond.

It shouldn't matter to him as much right? Then why is he acting as though he was betrayed in a way?

“Answer me!” His voice snaps you out of your memories and you visibly flinch, “What do you mean by the love we shared, Aemond? There was nothing between us.” You furrow your brows in confusion, did Aemond even like you back? “And what made you come to that conclusion?” He strides towards you angrily and you take a few steps back, dropping the sheets on the floor.

He traps you in between himself and the wall before grabbing your face harshly, squeezing your cheeks tightly, “Speak now.” He spits harshly and you begin to tremble, scared at his angry personality. “I- We cannot be together, Aemond. There is a difference in status between you and me.” You tell him and his grip on your cheeks become tighter, “Why does it matter? Why could not have confessed? I love you.” He confesses, which makes you freeze in shock, “Tis’ already too late.” you wheeze out as he finally let goes of your cheeks and stares at you, his eye scans your form up and down before a smirk forms on his face. “Not if I ruin you, if you're already defiled then nobody would want you, you'd be mine forever.” He tells you his horrendous plan which makes you feel terrified. “Aemond, no.” you tell him straight forward but he doesn't listen and presses his lips against yours, and bites your bottom lip, pulling on it harshly, “You're mine, only mine.” He mutters before he notices that specs of blood are beginning to leak from your lips from where he bit it, he licks them up before kissing you once again, hands roaming upwards your body as he gropes you, before squeezing your breast, making you gasp. He uses this as a chance to push his tongue into your mouth, further deepening the kiss.

He grabs you off the wall by your arms and takes you to his bed, gently pushing you onto the mattress, you try to get away but he pushes you back and traps you between his arms, and begins to kiss down your neck, “Fuck, you are mine, always been mine, I can't let anyone have you.” He growls as he undoes the lace of your bodice, pulling it off you. You place your hands on his chest, trying to push him away gently but he grabs your hands and pins them to your sides. “I know you crave it too.” He coos and you swallow thickly, you hate that he is right but you know that no man would want you after this, especially your betrothed, so you try to reject Aemond’s advances yet he doesn't budge.

“Shhh, just let it happen.” He whispers gently, as he let goes of your hands and grabs your skirt, hiking it up, revealing your legs which makes you shiver as feel the cold air bite your thigh, he travels down and let goes of your skirts while grabbing both your thighs, arms wrapping around them and pulling them apart, his warm breath hits your core making you clench around nothing, “You're so divine.” is all he says before he is lapping at your cunt like a wild animal. Your mind becomes hazy as you try to register the pleasure he's giving you, you squeal when you feel him bite your bud, before he continues lapping at it. His tongue prods at your entrance and soon he is tongue fucking you, his nose pressing so perfectly onto your clit, you wondered if he is even able to breath.

You try to protest still, but you are cut off by your own orgasm hitting you, your arch your back while pressing his face further into your cunt at the feeling, he laps at your bud slowly, bringing you off your high gently. He pulls away and trails upwards, weight supporting his hands and you stare at him, taking in how messy he looks, his lips glossy from your essence and his hair messed up.

You hated to admit it but seeing a prince this messy knowing the reason is you makes a spark of arousal to form inside of you.

Before you can process what was happening, Aemond was now kneeling on the mattress as he placed both of your legs on his shoulders before properly positioning himself, his pushed his tip inside slowly, his thickness was practically making you feel as if you are being split open. This caused tears to well up in your eyes and you sniffed, Aemond chuckled meanly, your reaction likely boosted his ego, “Look at you crying, all because of my cock yeah? You look so fucking beautiful.” He grunts, he is now fully inside and unable to hold it back anymore, he begins to thrust at a face pace, giving you no time to adjust and you cry out, “Shhh, sorry I'm sorry okay? I'm sorry.” He mutters over and over again, yet not slowing down, it took a while for the pain to convert into pleasure, and all the while he kept apologising while you whined in pain. He pulls down the bodice to reveal your breasts before he massages them, playing with your nipple and twirling it in between his thumb and index finger, he leans forward, causing your knees to press against your chest, in order to kiss you.

He pulls back stares at your stomach, noticing a slight bulge whenever he thrusts inside of you, and you feel his tip kiss your cervix, causing you to twitch in slight pain.

“Aem ‘s too big— pull back please.” You whine and he actually listens to you and pulls back slightly, the positioning of his tip was now perfectly aligned with your sweet spot, as he repeatedly hit it making you whine and whimper. You knew from the noises he was making that he was near too.

You both peak at the same time, the pleasure washes over you like a tide while he fills you up to the brim, “Fuck fuck fuck, you're squeezing me so tight, your cunt is so desperate for every drop of my seed huh?” He groans.

He stays like that for a while before pulling out, watching as his seed leaks out of you, you lay there frozen as the aftermath of the high occurs and you realise the weight of the situation, aemond just took your maidenhead, in other words, you are soiled.

You think of your betrothed and how you had betrayed him, sobs almost broke out of you but Aemond suddenly flipped you around, making you lay on your stomach and grabbed your waist to pull your power body upwards. “What are you doing–” You are cut off when he spanks you, shrieking at the pain, “You are thinking of that bastard aren't you? Your fucking betrothed.” He questions and your eyes widen, how did he know? “I could tell from your face, seems I need to fuck you dumb enough to forget his name and face.” He replies as though he had heard your thoughts.

You balance yourself on your hands, and turn your head to watch as he lines his cock against your entrance once again before pushing it inside, causing you to arch your back at the stretch. He begins to move again, roughly thrust in and out while his hands gripped your waist, his thighs smacked against yours and the room was starting to reek of sex.

Aemond had lived up to his word, because by the end of it, you had nothing except him on your mind.

You knew there would be repercussions of your actions, but as Aemond ripped peak after peak out of you, you began to care less about them, and let Aemond take you however he wanted.

After all, you belonged to him.

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courtingchaos · 11 months

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It’s Just a Question

A/N: Back on my bullshit. I’ve had some really hard times with my normal writing while also finding myself in some shitty circumstances. So this is how this came about. Just a lot of feelings. Technically plus sized reader but you can do whatever you want.

18+ NSFW No Minors

“Am I pretty?”

“What?” Eddie sprays toothpaste on the mirror, he’s so quick to ask.

“Am I pretty?” You scrunch your face up over and over, drawing your eyebrows down and crinkling your eyes. Purse your lips and frown deep and finally look over at him staring at you, toothbrush hanging from his mouth and arms braced on the countertop.

“Are you pretty?” He reiterates with a deep sigh. “Of course you are, you’re gorgeous. Especially right now when your hair matches mine and we look like two electrocuted cotton balls.” He’s not flippant but he’s definitely brushing you off.

You aren’t done though. “I’m serious, and I’m not asking if you think I’m pretty. Am I pretty like…Anne Hathaway.” You pull down on your cheek and watch it bounce back, albeit slower than it did when you were 20.

“Well…you don’t even look-no.” He stops quickly and spits in the sink and rinses his toothbrush, viciously shaking his head the whole time. “This is a trap and I refuse.” He says as he leaves you in the bathroom.

“Eddie it’s not a trap it’s an honest question!”

“This is like the worm thing and I’m not doing that again!” He yells over his shoulder before closing himself in the bedroom to get dressed for work. You sigh and turn to look at your tired reflection. Your perpetual eyebags answer your question for you, and your dusting of sun damage yells it louder from the mirror.

Not pretty, subliminally average.

Standing in line at the grocery store, Eddie slumped over the handle and picking at stray grapes, you ask again only this time with a visual aid.

“Okay, I mean like this.” You shove a copy of Rolling Stone under his nose, a new pop star gracing their cover in something sheer and tight. “I meant pretty like this.” You say quietly next to him. He chews on another free grape slowly, staring at the cover and tilting his head. He doesn’t move, just slides his eyes way over to give you the look.

“You’re prettier than her.”

“What about Juno Temple?” You quip back.

“She’s shorter than you. And British, doesn’t count.” He quips right back. You huff and shove the magazine back in its slot.

“You’re not understanding me.”

“No, I am. You’re just not listening to me.” He pushes the cart up a spot and continues his easy lean. “You’re pretty like…that.” He searches the newsstand by the register and points at a baking magazine, perfectly circled apple tart dusted with sugared cinnamon and you bark a loud laugh.

“A tart Edward?”

“Don’t twist my words. I said you’re pretty like that.” He smiles, pops another grape in his mouth and starts tossing things on the conveyer belt.

Pretty like a baked good.

He’s elbow deep in the shelf of succulents, looking for something called a ‘Black Rose’.

“I know it’s in here, there’s four dead ones up top.” He’s pushing little green teardrops to the side to find his prize, a loud ‘Ha!’ when he whips his hand out, holding the little plant by its little container.

“It’s so tiny.”

“Yeah and in like six months it might not be.” He gives you a cheesy smile and sets in the cart with your other potential house plant failures. Somehow he’s managed to keep a giant flat pot of succulents alive for almost a year and every time you go to the plant store, he adds another.

“Okay, what’s its name.”

You hum at him, tapping your finger along the cart when you get distracted. A willow of a woman walks in, hair shiny like water and flowing over her thin, petite shoulders. She looks like she’s on a mission, perfectly manicured hand pointing her in the right direction when she heads for a batch of bright zinnias. Her smile painted a bright coral like the plant she picks up and places in her cart, three more following and off she billows to the next aisle full of ivy. Eddie saw it the moment you stopped listening to him listing off names. The swivel of your head and then the tapping of your finger ceasing, knuckles going white around the cart handle. He watches you watch her and he knows the question is coming before you turn back around with that frown hewn into your forehead.

“Like this.” He holds up the small succulent, barely formed petals burnished a deep purple in the afternoon sun.

“What.”

“Pretty like this.”

“You don’t even-“ You scoff and cut yourself off, heavy eye roll directed at no one while you turn away and sulk by the snake plants.

He doesn’t tell you, but he names it after you.

The Big One happens during the summer. Chrissy is engaged, and her new belle and her decide to have a joint bachelorette party, everyone invited. You know Eddie’s people, all these random characters drawn together through something you don’t quite understand. You meet Chrissy fiancé and she’s just as bubbly and sweet as Chrissy herself. Eddie gives them your gift and drops a kiss on Chrissy’s cheek and it barely bothers you.

They’d dated just out of high school. 15 years ago and before Chrissy had realized why men just never hit the spot. She floats around her party and you hang around behind Eddie while he walks the two of you around in conversation. At some point you’d gone past your standard three (3) drinks and the mango seltzers are starting to make you a little resentful.

Thankfully you catch it, excuse yourself to the bathroom and give yourself a stern stare in the mirror.

It’s not your party.

They’re just friends.

It’s not about you.

…Is it ever?

There’s a reason you stop at 3 lately, that rolling black pit of self loathing feeds on bubbly things and it’s feeding on a blonde tonight.

So when you come back you sit at a table by yourself. You tuck your hands under your thighs and admonish yourself for how wide they are. There’s a tug of war happening between your self pity and your self depreciation, a tear balancing on your lashes while you roll the wet eyes under them. Eddie finds you bent over your phone and all you can think about is how wide your shoulders must have looked from that far away.

“Hey, where’d you go?”

“I had to uh, go to the bathroom.” Your pause gives you away, just south of tipsy, and Eddie smiles, his big hand sliding under your chin to hold it between his fingers. A move that usually has you melting into his palm, but tonight?

You tug your head away and he frowns. “What’s going on?”

“I don’t think I need to be here anymore.”

“You feeling okay?”

“I’m just fine. I’m gonna get an Uber home, you stay.” You stand up and hate the feel of your clothes on you. Your hair feels too heavy and the makeup you spent an hour on is suddenly sticky and tacky and wasted on you.

“No, we’ll leave together.” Eddie has concern all over his face. He tries to give you a hand when you obviously stumble and you slap it away.

The fight only starts when you start crying, unable to control your emotions anymore. You spend the whole ride home feeling sorry for yourself, saying the most inane shit Eddie’s ever heard.

“You can’t ask me to compare you to Chrissy. That’s not fair!” He laughs humorlessly when you ask him who’s prettier. “One, it was 15 years ago! Two, I’m not doing this anymore!” He yells and it shuts you up. He can hear the click of your jaw with how quick you stop yammering on drunkenly about your thighs.

“If you want to play that game, let’s look at your past relationships, huh?”

“What relationships Eddie?!” You scream back at him. There’s a part of his being that can feel the backslide into the terrible habit of yelling to get his point across. Picked up from his father and quelled at every turn, but today you drag it out of him.

“Oh don’t start with that shit again.”

“You mean all the guys that fucked me in the dark?! Or do you mean the ones that pretended not to know me in public?”

He gets to your apartment in record time, slamming the car in park and scrambling to hold your seatbelt buckled before you can run out.

“Let me out.” Your face is red from crying and from hatred and from loathing.

“No.” He says quieter but with finality. You stare at him, waiting for him to move his hand but he won’t, keeps his fingers locked around yours.

“You’re drunk, and you’ve been in a bad mood lately.” He knows he knows he knows that was the wrong thing to say. It spilled out of his mouth before he could throw the net out for those errant words and you give him the meanest smile he’s ever seen on your face.

“A bad mood?” You nod your head like you’re agreeing but he’s bracing for impact. “A bad mood. Tell you what, when I have a fucking roster of groupies and easy boys behind me, then we can talk about my bad mood.”

“You’re mad because of people I’ve slept with?”

“Look at me Eddie!” You scream and it breaks on his name, the sob you’d been swallowing for an hour finally surfacing. “I don’t fucking look like Chrissy and I sure as fuck don’t look like Steve! You still have that picture of that stand in drummer on your profile you fucked around with! Every single one of them is-fuck! Stunning!” You finally wrench the seatbelt out of his hand and free yourself. “I look like a fucking joke when you take me places. You think I don’t see people staring?” Another mirthless laugh before you kick the door open and wobble your way out. “Make someone else laugh, Eddie.”

He watches you stomp off inside and slap the button for the elevator. There’s enough time he could get out and follow you in and upstairs and finish the yelling match and maybe get you to see straight.

But he doesn’t. His grip tightens on the steering wheel so much it creaks. He feels on the verge of tears and when you disappear behind the closing doors he punches his door and drives home too fast.

The doorbell rings and Eddie answers it without thinking. You look small in your hoodie, your hair damp and braided over your shoulder. He’s so used to you standing tall with him, a sturdy pillar he can lean on instead of always having to be the support. To see your shoulders pulled in tight makes his chest ache.

“I’m sorry I haven’t answered your texts.” You say quietly.

“I shouldn’t have yelled like that.”

“God don’t-“ you wipe at your eyes and stare at your feet. “Don’t apologize to me. I shouldn’t have gone off the fucking handle like that.”

“Maybe, but you’re obviously feeling some kind of way that you aren’t telling me about.”

“It’s the normal shit, Eddie. I just let it get to me.”

He holds the door open wider and nods his head over to the couch. “You wanna tell me about it?”

You don’t, not really. It’s going to go the way it always does with you explaining a life long loathing and the few times you see daylight out of the pit it holds you in.

“I shouldn’t have started that pretty shit.” You shake your head and clutch the pillow tighter around your middle. Eddie sits on the other side of the couch, long legs tucked up under his chin and you wish you could fold in on yourself like that. There must be a twist to your mouth or a shift of your body because Eddie sighs deeply.

“You know you don’t have to ask me that.”

“I know, but that’s not what I was asking anyways.”

“What does it matter?”

You shoot him a puzzled look. “I mean, I just want-I’d like to know if-“ you start and stop and Eddie just waits until you stop floundering.

“If I think you’re pretty, what does the rest matter?”

“It just does.” Your bottom lip wobbles and you hide it behind your fist. Eddie catches it, of course, and crawls over to you, grabbing your quivering chin and making you look up.

“I can’t undo a lifetime of self loathing in one afternoon, but I can definitely help cut through that shit one compliment at a time.” He gives you a gentle kiss and feels the smattering of tears hit your face, his thumb coming up to wipe them away. He cradles your face till you bury it in his neck and quietly cry for a while.

You loose count of how many sorry’s you give him and he finally tells you enough with a smile. He gives you his phone and tells you to order dinner and he disappears for a few minutes in his room.

Later, after food and more talking and a quiet nap spent curled up against Eddie’s side he asks if he can take you to bed.

“Sure grampa.” He smiles at your humor, an improvement to the tears earlier. He gets you out of your Sad Clothes and you quickly get under the blankets. He wants to say something but he knows to start small.

Starts with the lights off and sheds his clothes before crawling under the blankets from the foot of the bed. It makes you laugh and wind your legs around him, a win in his book. He kisses up your legs leaving a wet trail from your ankles to your thighs before you feel your face growing hot the closer he gets to your center. When you think he might pull your underwear off he doesn’t, instead kissing up your soft stomach to your breast and it isn’t until his curls spill out from under the blanket that you can hear him murmuring against your skin. Chanting “beautiful beautiful beautiful” and laying down “I love you’s”. His nose runs along under your chin while he kisses up to your ear “so pretty so perfect”. He runs his hands up into your hair and hold you in place while he hovers, warm brown eyes staring lovingly into yours.

“You have no idea how lucky I am.”

“Eddie…”

“No, don’t start.” He kisses you long and slow and it makes you tear up in a good way. He notices them hanging in the corners of your eyes and kisses those away while you laugh at him, watery and light and he knows he’s winning. It isn’t long before he’s got you trapped under him, legs tugged up around his hips so he can fuck into you slow and deep, his fingers still carding through your hair and keeping your eyes on him.

“So good for me.”

“Keep your eyes on me baby.”

“Just me and you.”

You couldn’t close your eyes if you wanted to, anchored to his stare and his touch and the way he whispers at you such sweet things. He kisses you deep when he feels you tightening around him. Thighs pulled tight around his hips, hands grasping for his shoulders to hold him tight to you while you spasm and gasp around him. He follows soon after, dropping his head down to nuzzle into your neck.

“Sweet girl.”

“Always so good to me.”

“Love you so much.”

Eddie lets you unwind from him before he lays on his back beside you.

“Can I show you something?” He pulls you in next to him so you have to drape over his chest, tattoos swelling under his deep breath. He holds his phone over your heads and finds the photo album he was looking for. You catch a glimpse of one of you and start to turn your head into his chest before he tuts at you.

“What did we just talk about?”

Instead you give him the benefit of doubt and let him scroll through. He talks about all the photos he has of you and why he kept them. Why he took them or got them from Robin or Nancy or one of the kids on one of the many outings. He’s got pictures of sunsets and really good food and flowers and his succulent pot. There’s a skyline in the rain from a green room he was in that he tells you reminds him so much of you. Says something about composition and the rain and how it comforts him like you do and if you weren’t wrung out you’d start crying again. He scrolls for a half hour explaining every photo and why they’re all you or remind him of you and how he finds you in the things he finds beautiful.

“So yes, I do.” He grabs your chin and you melt into his touch as he pulls you in for a soft kiss. “I think you’re pretty and beautiful and stunning and I will remind you every day.” Another peck before he cradles your head against his chest.

One day, maybe, you won’t have to remind yourself that it doesn’t matter. That Eddie thinks you’re pretty and that’s all you need, but today you know it for sure and feel it for sure and it’s enough.

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negansbackdoorwhore · 7 months

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Scrimmage

Summary: Negan coaches college ball for a small community college. One of his players however keeps up a little game that he is tired of playing

Warnings: swearing, age gap (early 20s reader, Negan is mid 40s), smut, p in v sex, daddy kink

Negans POV

There she goes again, purposely wearing those fucking short shorts. They hugged those thighs tights and made her ass pop. Fuck, what I’d do to her if she was mine for one night. But I can’t risk my fucking job over pussy. I try to ignore the way she sways her hips when walking past me and how she’s able to be a star during practice. There is no denying that most of these girls are crushing on me but Y/N just has to make her desires known in a more outlandish way. She was by no means shy about the attraction, sometimes I would slip up a flirty comment to amuse her game. But never actually go to touch her or anything stepping over that boundary.

Tonight was a scrimmage game to see how well we are prepared for the season. Along with to see what we need to practice on. As the game went on, a few students watched in the gym and I focus on different plays.

“C’mon girls! Defense, defense!” I call out and blow the whistle for a quick time out. They came over to the side line and gather in a circle.

“We’re doing great so far, but defense needs work. It doesn’t really work out well if we can’t keep the opposing team off our dick, right?” They laugh at my joke and nodded in agreement. I blew my whistle once more to set off the game again. Much improvement in our team and I shout out my criticism and let them finish out the last quarter as champs. We had a little get together after they showered up in the cafeteria. Apparently, there was a little froyo social, bullshit that college campus’s do. I snuck away as the girls started talking whatever girl language they do. Hopefully, they have fun tonight. I sigh and walk back to the gym to gather my stuff to go home. As I unlocked the gym door, I go to my office and flip the light switch.

“What are you doing here?” I sigh looking at Y/N on my desk, her legs are crossed. “Not much. Just waiting for you…Daddy.” I hissed as I heard that nickname and shook it off. I move pass her and grab my duffle bag.

“Get out of here and go to that gay froyo social.” I say making sure all my things are in my bag. I then heard movement around and hoping she left. But instead heard the locking of the door.

“Y/N. I’m telling you one more time, leave.” I say in a stern tone and remove my hat. I run my fingers through my hair as I turn off my computer.

“Am I not attractive?” The question made me turn my head towards her. “You are very attractive, Y/N.” I say throwing my bag on my shoulder.

“Am I not your type?” She keeps on asking and trying to trap me. “I don’t have a type.” I say trying to dismiss her. “Then what is it? I’m twenty one, so it’s legal and I’ve caught you staring at me numerous times…” She says reaching to touch me but I dodge the advance.

“This is inappropriate and you know it.” I say going to unlock the door and then heard her let out a dramatic sigh. “I see how it is. Coach Smith is just too scared.” I gripped the door handle tight, I knew exactly what she was trying to do. I just shook my head and unlocked the door to make my leave. “Fine. Run away like a coward.” I heard her say in a disappointed tone.

Another week passed and I was grading the last few exams. I hated graded these papers especially since I’m supposed to be hands on. But can’t be so lucky as the curriculum calls for state testing and at least a few tests to exercise their brains. I sigh feeling bored already and sip the coffee from my thermos. It was late evening as I got stuck here. I did however procrastinate my duties, I had a couple dates with a few faculty members. Unfortunately, they were boring and even worse no pussy either. I growl under my breath and felt it was too long since I’ve felt the warmth of a woman. Two long months and not getting my dick wet. I lean back in my office chair and ran a hand over my chin. As I took a break, I heard some noise outside of my office. It sounded like some stupid kids finding the empty gym to fuck. I would leave it alone but hearing some guy get lucky instead of me, just pisses me off. I go to stand up and open my door to see some frat boy with Y/N.

“Shit! You fucking lied to me!”

“Hey! I didn’t know he was still here.” She retaliated and I was fucking furious. For one, she was here with this idiot and the other thing was that she intended to let another person have her.

“That’s no way to speak to a lady. Now, I’ll give you two options. One, you can leave and I won’t do a fucking thing. Two, I’ll suspend you and fail your sorry ass.” I say looking at them both. I scowl at Y/N to make her feel how angry I was.

“Fine. I’m out of here.” He walked away quickly and Y/N was shooting daggers at me. “Thanks a lot! I was trying to have fun but I can’t get that when you’re around.” I shook my head and grabbed her wrist. “I’m so sick and tired of your ass. You need someone to fuck you? Fine, I’ll change your fucking life.”

She didn’t put up any physical protest or verbal as I lead us to my office. I could practically feel her excitement as I push further inside and lock the door.

“Get your ass on the desk.” I say removing my cap and see her immediately jump to my orders. I smile to myself seeing how happy she was, I was too. Finally get to feel that tight cunt on me along with her ass. I bit my lip and approach the desk. Her thighs opened for my body to fit and instantly my lips were on hers. I held her by the waist as I leaned down to deepen our kiss. Fuck, they were so soft and tasted like honey. I groan into her mouth and felt her hips buck. I grin against her lips as I felt her thighs going around my waist.

“Eager?” I teased her and grind against her, she let out a cute whimper to feel my semi erect cock. I bit my lip and moved to bite her neck. Her skin tasted just as good as I sucked a dark hickey on her bare neck. Want everyone to see that she’s owned by me. And me alone. I growl as I move lower and felt her body through the thin shirt.

“Fuck. Coach.”

“Not coach. Negan or Daddy, either one is fine as long as you scream it.” I heard her breath get heavy at the statement and took the opportunity to kneel down. Y/N looked down at me, all that cockiness she had was out the window. It turned me on even more, seeing her slick mouth shut and her actions were all shy. All because I have her trapped under my grasp. Her limbs were trembling as I had my head between her thighs. I bit my lip looking at her turn red.

“Someone getting cold feet?” I teased as I reach to tug away her shorts. She tensed instantly and almost pushed me away. I look up at her and stopped my hands from going further. I can read how nervous she was to do this and pecked my lips on her knee.

“It’s okay. Just relax baby, Daddy won’t hurt you.” I coo as I gently massage her calf. I move to stand up and moved my hand up from her leg toward her chin. I held her cheek gently in my hand as my thumb swept along her skin. She was still flushed and I saw how she wanted to hide from my gaze.

“And I thought you’d be more fiesty. Guess that was all bullshit, but don’t worry. I know how to treat a fine piece of ass.” I kiss her again but this time, softer and more attentive. She moaned against me and I reached my hand lower to touch the front of her shorts. Her thighs daring to close but I stop the resistance. “Be a good girl. Let me touch your pussy.” I purred and her muscles slowly untensed. I caressed her through her shorts and felt her hips buck.

“Mm baby. You like that?” I say pressing harder and kissing the mark I left. She only nodded and I bit down on that spot, making her let out a wince.

“Use your fucking words.” I warned. “Yes, I like it.” She whined feeling my hand go beneath the fabric. I felt the little damp spot on her panties making me growl. Fuck, I barely even touched her. I could feel the excitement in her body after making such a noise. I go by her ear and nibbled her earlobe as I growl again. She let out a moan this time as my finger teased her clit.

“Negan, it feels-“

“Oh yeah. Tell me baby, tell me how I feel.” Y/N moaned and went to hide her face in my chest. Her hands reached to grip onto my sweatshirt. I laughed lightly and shoved her panties away. I moaned at the warmth of her nectar hit my skin. I felt her erect clit practically twitch against my touch. Her body clings to me as I finger her dripping cunt. Her noises were muffled into the fabric of my sweatshirt and I kissed the top of her head. Her thighs dared to shut. Damn, she must be close.

“Don’t do that. Be a good girl and let me make you come.” I say against her ear and felt her pussy clenching on my fingers. “Daddy!” She squealed into my chest as I felt her come. I groan feeling her sweet juices coat my hand and brought her into another kiss. I groan and pulled away to take off my shirt. I heard Y/N catching her breath and guided her hand on the buldge of my sweatpants.

“It’s big…” She said in a shaky tone but I reassured her motions and pulled down the waistband. My cock sprung out almost hitting poor Y/N in the face. She visibly shook at the sight of me.

“Don’t worry about putting it in your mouth. We’ll do that another time, for now…” I take her hand and had her touch my shaft. Fuck, her skin was soft and warm. “Just play with it. Get a good feel for me, sweetheart.” Her palm gently went down my cock and back up. She was still shaking but it only made me twitch in her hand.

“Don’t be scared to get a little rough. Go on and give a firm squeeze.” I instructed and she obeyed immediately. I bit my lip feeling her slowly jerk me off. “Oh shit. That’s a good girl.” I praised and see her body language change, she must like that. I smirk to myself and go to stroke her hair. “You want to be my good girl, don’t you?” I asked and gently massaged her scalp. Y/N let out a light sigh at my attention and it encouraged her to go faster. I moan and starting to buck my hips against her. Her grip grew tighter as I felt her.

“Shit. This is making Daddy feel so fucking good.” I smile and brought my hand to lift up her chin up at me. Her eyes were full of desire and I wanted to fill that need. Along with her pussy.

“Behind? Or do you want to face me?”

“What?” She asked and I laughed lightly at her question and squeezed her chin. “How should I fuck you? Behind or do you want look at me?”

“Can I look at you?” She says in a hesitant tone and I gently push away her hand off my cock. I lean over her and kissed her lips as tugged for her shorts to come off. Her hips lifted up and I quickly toss them onto the floor. She shivered feeling the cool touch of my wooden desk as my hands brought her legs to my waist.

“Like this?” I ask knowing fully well how embarrassed she was having me doing this to her. Her cheeks were flushed and her thighs tensed. “Hold on to me, I want to feel you scratch my body as I make you all fucking mine.”

“Yes Daddy.” She whispered and I felt my cock turning to steel. Y/N’s arms go around my shoulders and I lean lower to guide my body to tease her wet slit. I groan at the feeling and heard her let out a moan. I bit my lip and eased the tip inside. She was already squeezing me and I go deeper watching her expression closely.

“Relax for me.” I whispered and stopped my movements feeling her clenching harder. Her nails scratched my shoulder and eventually her velvet walls relaxed.

“I’m sorry. I’ve never felt someone this big.” She winced gently moving her hips up making me moan. I took the opportunity to go all the way inside and moaned at how good she felt.

“Fuck. Tight little pussy on you, feels so fucking good on me.” I moan slowly moving my hips as she whimpered to feel me stretching her cunt. I reached my hand to hold her hip as I kept my thrusts slow to make sure she was adjusting to my size. I was really giving her the special treatment, might as well savor this. I lean closer to her face and kissed her softly. She moaned on my lips and I moved up for her legs to go onto my shoulders. She let out a surprised noise as her back landed onto the papers on the desk. I could careless about that shit right now.

“Oh Y/N.” I groan as I move inside of her as her cunt started overflowing with her sweet juices. Her hold grew tight on me as I started to pound her into the desk. I couldn’t hold myself back, it felt too fucking good.

“Fuck! Daddy!” She whined as my hips seem to have control over me. Well fuck, I think I might be in love with her cunt. “Good girl, letting me have you like this.” I groaned feeling her clench down on my cock.

I growled as those perfect manicured nails dug into my skin and I pumped my cum deep inside this perfect pussy. I moan and dug deep to hit that special spot and watched her mouth hung open. Her eyes shut and tears roll down her cheeks. Fucking fuck fuck fuck! This might’ve been a mistake….

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trap!jj sees you crying and eats you out to make you feel better (esp bunny & kitt)

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when jj came home to find you crying on the couch it took everything in him not to blow up, there was noting more he hated than seeing you distraught, but he knew violence wasn't the answer.

instead he approaches you cautiously for once, slipping in the bed next to you, "now what's with the waterworks huh pussycat?" he gently placed a ringed hand on the exposed flesh of your waist and you could't help but shiver at the feeling of the cool metal.

"I don't wanna talk about it," you shift to face him with a pout on your face, not your normal petulant expression—one of genuine distress, as tears well up in your eyes. “god i feel so stupid crying about it.”

the sight of you made him ache. try as he might to sheild you from the hurt and the pain he couldn’t. he could only do his best to make you feel better.

“we can talk about it when you want aight? don’t worry your pretty self about any of that bullshit right now. papa’d gonna make you feel all better.” a rough hand reaches up to stroke your tearstained cheek with his thumb, when he strokes your plump bottom lip you take him in. “i’ll fix it….promise you i will.”

and jj may not be able to snap his fingers and erase your problems, but he can offer a little relief. his lips and tongue were always a welcome treat with the way he expertly wrapped them around your clit. he spread your lips and licked your cunt in long, slow stripes. each time he dipped inside your clenching hole your fingers tightened in his hair until your nails scratched at his scalp.

it was enough to get lost in you—to feel your thighs dhake against his ears as more of your arousal poured onto his waiting tongue. he didn’t care about any of his friends or crew finding out he was a nunch for you—as long as he was the one who’s name you called out.

he circles a finger around your clenching hole, detaching himself from suckling on your swollen clit, you ready to tell me what happened baby girl?”

your head was swimming so much you almost didn’t hear the question until he repeated himself, “i-it was rafe!”

he slowly slid the finger inside, “and what did he do? cmon tell papa, you know i got you.” the blonde returns to your clit for a few encouraging sucks before releasing you again.

“he-he told me you didn’t want me…that i was just a game for you to play like all the others. and that when he finally dropped you i would be his. but-but i don’t want anyone else i just want you!”

jj was so shocked he completely paused.

“papa?” you tried tentatively, raking your hands through his sweaty hair in efforts for him to say something.

he leaned up from where he was laying between your legs, fingers resuming their steady pace inside your pussy, “i want you to listen to me okay?” he grabbed your face to maintain eye contact, “aint shit out there for me but you. no other bitches. and rafe cameron will be a dead man before he touches you.” his fingers speed up but he doesn’t let your eyes close—giving you a gentle slap to keep your attention.

“you’re my baby aight? this right here? is mine.” his palm comes up to rub against your clit, essentially allowing him to grab your whole pussy, but the other hand lays itself over your chest, “but more importantly this is mine. you’re mine pussycat, nobody elses. you got that?”

your heart flutters wildly at the confession-he looks almost desperate for you to understand. and you do, nodding your head as the tears threaten to fall, “i do.”

jj looks relieved at whatever he sees in your eyes and he visibly relaxes, “mhm thats what i thought.” he smothers your face with kisses, trailing them down your face, neck, chest until he’s back between your legs.

“this pretty little pussy is all mine. now hold these for me babygirl im hungry.” you grab your legs as he instructed so he can really get to work. dragging his tongue from your pussy to your ass so you were panting and squirming above him. rubbing your sensitive, swollen clit with his thumb as he swirled around your puckered hole.

“ple-please be careful m’gonna cum.” you weren’t sure what you were warning him about but he seemed to know. the thumb circling your clit quickly slipped back into your pussy as he reattached his lips to your clit and rubbed your tender asshole with four wet fingers—never pressing in just massaging until you began to shake.

whatever he wanted to say died in his lips in a grunt when you started cumming, quick little gushes that he lapped up eagerly even as it drenched his face.

the ceiling spun as pleasure crashed onto you, you were gasping so loud you didn’t hear your boyfriend speak, “easy now, you gotta breath pussycat. can’t have you passin out ion know how i’ma explain that one.”

when you finally came to you were wrapped in his arms with one of his hands between your legs massaging your still trembling pussy.

“how was that? feel better dontchu?”

“feel a lot better.”

“good good…you get yourself together and how bout me and you pay mr. cameron a little visit hm?”

jj always knew how to take care of you, as rough and dangerous as he was. there was no doubt in your mind that he belonged to you just as much as you did to him.

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ikinremu · 9 months

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|| Nsfw || R U mine? || Tommy Shelby

Tommy Shelby x Fem!Reader

A jealous Tommy smut oneshot! Please feel free to request oneshots/drabbles/blurbs on my page :)

The glare of Tommy's eyes punctured your chest, shooting through you like the spear of a dart. Usually this gaze you'd been subjected to would set your heart racing - but today was rather different. You peered across the well-lit hall, an idea suddenly sparking in your mind. Your relationship with Thomas Shelby was exceptionally complicated - that was no secret, though earlier that morning, said relationship had crossed a bump in the road. It was a simple situation - he'd pissed you off. And in this moment, you knew exactly how to return the favour.

If there was one thing to note about Thomas Shelby - it was that with a substantial amount of provoking, his jealousy could defy the scale. You knew that like the back of your hand, and had no shame in using it for your own petty games.

You ambled through the throngs of people, passing figures adorning silk dresses, waistcoats and suits as you approached the bar. To your delight, a familiar face loomed behind the polished, wooden island, bottles arranged on the collection of shelves behind the man. You took it upon yourself to perch atop one of the vacant bar stools, swivelling the copper plating slightly as you adjusted yourself to a suitable position.

"Frankie?!" You lifted your lips into a graceful smile, the barman flickering his gaze away from the stained cloth bunched between the hooking of his knuckles - looking to inspect who had called for him.

"Oh, hello!" He chuckled, his thick, untamed brows raising ever so slightly, "Fancy seeing you 'ere"

"Tommy brought me." You spoke, the mention of his name prompting you to send a swift glance in his direction. And as you'd suspected - more so planned - his focus was completely set on you. "And.. you too, I thought you strictly worked at the Garrison?"

As Frankie began spluttering out a rather tedious monologue about how he 'wouldn't miss an event like this..', you allowed a wave of smugness to wash over you.

Tommy hated Frankie, he utterly detested the man. You were unsure as to why, always had been, but you certainly knew it was a long lasting affair. You'd never cared to get involved in what you viewed as such a minor situation - this very moment finding you particularly grateful for your lack of interest.

"But anyway, can I get you somethin?" The barman's voice suddenly snapped you back into the room, dark eyes briskly wandering across your person.

"I'll just have a French seventy-five please." You requested, sporting a sweet smile as Frankie nodded in response.

"Coming right up."

As your view alternated from the front of his waistcoat to the back, you turned your head to scan for Tommy's whereabouts - though this time it wasn't so simple. All you could truly see was some rather eloquent looking groups making small talk beneath the hall's chandelier.

Before you knew it, the man responsible for completely baffling you was stood directly to your right.

"Tommy." You beamed, presenting a weak attempt at concealing your self-acclaimed victory.

"We best be off." He spoke, the low tones of his voice snaking into your ear, "Something needs takin care of at the Garrison."

Internally, you called very obvious bullshit - however, externally you found yourself willingly demounting the copper plated stool.

"Bye Frankie, we've gotta leave!" You exclaimed, briefly eyeing the sight of the man turning to face you - looking somewhat disheartened. He offered a rather idle wave, granting himself a sip of what would've been your beverage.

The sound of Tommy's muffled disapproval lingered aside your ear as the two of you exited the hall - his fingers still tightly clutching your lower arm. The pair of you took a sharp turn, a sleek door swinging open, soon clanking against the doorframe as it trapped you inside.

It wasn't so much a room you'd arrived in, more so an ill-lit cupboard.

"Garrisons had a redo, has it?" You mimicked curiosity, apparently nowhere close to amusing the man stood before you.

Tommy's piercing eyes returned to you, shooting a warm buzz down your body.

Mere seconds passed of you awaiting the gruff tone of his voice, but instead you met a significantly different form of response from his lips.

His callous hands went to cup your jaw, lips intertwining with your own in a deep, messy kiss. In a rather instinctive sense, you melted into the embrace, his tongue snaking a path between your lips.

Without breaking contact, Tommy stepped forward, surrendering you to a fairly harsh bump against the wall. His left palm weaved it's way down your silk-clad stomach, sneaking it beneath the gentle ruffles of the dress he'd treated you to. He reached the now sodden fabric of your underwear as his lips pressed further against your own, his nimble fingers beginning to trace supple circles around your pulsing clit.

"This what you wanted, eh?" He grunted, softly nibbling the skin of your ear.

You nodded, an arch hollowing out between your back and the wall supporting it. A whimper escaped your throat as you helplessly sank into the feeling of your panties being dragged down your legs.

"Off." Tommy huffed, pitch pupils sending a clear signal in the direction of your black dress.

Before you knew it, any previous cover of yours had been wholly discarded, leaving your body shamelessly bare - Tommy being a single garment away from matching your state. His underwear was shortly hauled down and tossed away, releasing the sight of his erect cock.

"On your fuckin knees." He grumbled, gently tilting his chin towards the polished flooring.

His words alone had the power to intoxicate you - and weren't afraid to do precisely that. A roaring flame couldn't help but ignite in your lower abdomen, tantalising your growing arousal as you kneeled before him.

The intense wetness of the earlier kiss transferred from the plumpness of your lips to Tommy's tip with a single connection. Pushing your lips further, his cock slid down your throat with one swift motion, the sweet warmth of your mouth wrapping his length.

"Such a good cocksucker, int' that right?" He taunted, words parted by the vibrations of his low groans.

You began sliding your now dripping mouth up and down his shaft, finding the perfect rhythm as his throbbing tip slapped the damp surface of your tongue. Now presented with enough slickness, your soft hands began trailing teasing strokes over his erection.

"Get up." He instructed, watching as your brows contorted into a rather notable furrow. "Up."

At the repetition, you complied - taking a puzzled stand.

The familiarity of Tommy's large hands gripped your behind, beginning to grope the smooth flesh as the two of you took a collective fall against one of the chipping walls.

"Spread your legs for me." The heat of his breath tickled your neck, his mouth trailing sloppy, open-mouth kisses down your clavicle. The split second of your legs parting, Tommy somehow bridged the minute gap between you.

His cock pushed into you, your own drool serving as a lubricant as he filled your tight hole in the most pleasing way - the pair of you slipping sharp moans at the sensation.

As he marked his first thrust, a burning desire seeping through you, Tommy suddenly buried his now reddened face between your exposed breasts. His hips began relentlessly bucking, increasing in several factors as his hot tongue flicked at your hardening, left nipple.

"Fuck!" A breathy whine fled your mouth. It took no longer than a second for his leaking tip to locate the importance of your sweet spots, hard length slamming deeper into the mess of your dripping arousal. His moistened lips nibbled at your pebbling nipple, licking tender circles around the areola.

"Frankie couldn't have you like this, could he? Eh?" Tommy grumbled, detaching his assault on your left nipple.

And there was the jealousy.

"He couldn't fuck you like I do." He punctuated his words with a gloriously deep buck of his hips. "You're mine, mm?"

"Shit!" You moaned, the next words reducing to the simplicity of panting. "I'm yours, only yours. I only want you Tommy.."

A familiar sensation possessed the very pit of your stomach, the beginning of a euphoric release winding itself up.

"I'm getting close." You whimpered, pearly teeth digging into the thin layer coating your bottom lip. Your tight hole pulsed at a rigorous pace, soaking walls clenching around him.

"Fuck, with the way you're squeezing me, so am I." Tommy groaned, pounding deeper into your sopping cunt.

The alluring knot within your stomach expanded, winding tighter and tighter until you felt your arousal peak. The orgasm tore through you, the heavenly sensations transporting you to a whole different realm as you called out - the volume of it taking yourself aback.

"You gonna let everyone know how good i'm fuckin you?" Tommy's pinkish lips curved into that ever so familiar cocky smirk, delivering one final thrust as you felt a warm inflation spread within you.

Your head lolloped atop Tommy's shoulder, strands of your now completely disgruntled hair flopping over with a sense of accompaniment. Placing a gentle peck on your lips, Tommy slid out of you - a rare smile on his face.

You return the soft nature of his expression, "Oh and I think everyone got the message."

Thank you for reading and hope you enjoyed! As I said, please feel free to use the requests/asks feature on my page - it’d be greatly appreciated <3

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mochinek0 · 4 months

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Daminette December 2023: 23-Astrology

CONTINUATION OF 'SOMETHING GOOD COMING'

Jon was browsing the horoscope app again.

"You don't really believe that stuff, right?" Marinette questioned.

"Yes." Jon answered.

"Why?" Damian asked.

"Sagittarius are sometimes opinionated, impatient, and detached, but they can also be passionate and inspiring." Jon spoke, "Doesn't that sound like Damian?"

"Actually, it does." Marinette stated.

Damian huffed, "What about yours?"

"My what?" Mari asked.

"What is your sign?" Jon questioned.

"I don't know." Marinette answered, "I've only followed the Chinese zodiac."

"When is your birthday?" Jon prodded.

"Late July." she stated.

"It says here, that you are a Leo." Jon continued.

"Is that a good thing?" she asked, looking confused to Damian.

"Well, your romance options are better than his." Jon chuckled.

"Explain." Damian growled.

Jon winced, "It says your crushes usually end up falling for your friends."

"I don't have friends." Damian replied, "I have people I tolerate." making Mari giggled.

"For Marinette," the half-alien continued, "it says lots of people have crushes on you."

Mari shrugged, "Except the people I like."

"What?" The Wayne heir asked, confused.

"There was Nathaniel, a guy who flirts with puns, a musician, two girls, and my own crushes' cousin." the designer sighed.

The boys just sat there in shock.

"Did you date any of them?" Jon asked.

"The musician for a month." she answered.

"Did he do something?" Damian pushed.

"No." Mari replied, "He was very sweet, but I was always busy."

Jon quickly changed the subject, sensing Mari become uncomfortable, "It says here, Damian wouldn't date because his mother said no."

"You have met my mother." Damian spoke, "You wanna go against her?"

"No." Jon declared.

"Then, it's not a lie." the ex-assassin stated.

Marinette giggled.

"She is the strictest woman I have ever met." Damian spoke.

Jon continued, "It says, here, that you fall for confidence."

Mari nodded, "I can sorta see that."

"What does mine say?" Damian questioned.

"It says you fall for cute smiles." Jon answered, gleefully.

"Well, that's bullshit." the Wayne heir declared, "I see a bunch of harpies smiling at men every time I go to galas."

Marinette patted his shoulder, hoping to comfort him. The bell rang, ending lunch. Mari stood up, waving at them, and left the table.

Jon leaned close to his best friend, "Were any of them cute? Did any of them make you think of their smile again, later?"

"No." Damian answered.

"Then it wasn't a cute smile." the half-alien answered, before leaving as well.

'Cute smile?'

Damian couldn't help, but think of Marinette's smile. Damian stood up quickly.

"Astrology is bullshit." he snapped and left.

Only the few people that were left, notice that his ears were tipped red.

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mimixmunson · 1 month

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Ok… I would like a gator tillman smut like maybe he has been away for awhile because Roy asked him to take care of something and when he comes back all he wants it’s reader but he’s not only f*cking reader but makes love to reader… idk something like that

Far too long / Gator Tillman- Fargo / One Shot / Smut

CW- smut, the term daddy is used, overstimulation, squirting, fingering, p in v, porn with a slight plot, established relationship, x reader.

“Been a while huh princess? Daddy has to work, you know that right? Daddy works to keep those hands of yours soft and manicured, while mine are dirty and calloused. Y’like that though don’t you? My hands all rough, rubbing against this pretty little pussy. Look at her, she’s crying out for me. Your little princess brain is leaking out of her.” Gator teases, he rubs his middle finger through your slit. Separating your folds and zeroing over your clit. Your breath hitches as he begins to curl his fingers inside of you, his fingertips grazing your g-spot every time he pumps them into you.

“Please.. No more. No more teasing. Want you. Please.” You’re begging him, he’s been away for little over two months, some bullshit that Roy had sent him away to take care of. You weren’t interested in his work, you learnt a long time ago to ask no questions. Ignorance is bliss. But your body aches for him, your head full of nothing but Gator Gator Gator. Your clit practically throbbing his name in morse code. He knows just how to tease you, having dated you for so long he knew your weak spots, how to melt that mind of yours.

“See, any other time, Daddy would tell you to be patient. But fuck. Babe, I need to be inside you. Been away far too long. Never again. I’ll work from fucking home and dad can just fucking like it.” He spits his words out like venom on his tongue. You knew he was lying, as much as you loved him, he could never stand up to his father. That’s a problem for another day, you hum as he rubs his dick against your slit. Your pussy acting as all the lubricant you could ever need, leaving his length slick and wet. Ready for you.

With his first thrust inside you, you’re putty in his hands. Your breath hitches as his cock hits your g-spot, violating the area until all you can think about is how good it feels. Nobody has ever fucked you so good.

“My girl. My fuckin’ girl. Missed you so much. Not just this ass of yours either. Missed your love.” Gator groans as he gently slaps your ass, leaning forward to rub your clit. It’s almost too much, the praise and the feeling of his fingers kissing your hypersensitive clit.

“Daddy. Missed you too. Love you. Love how you make me feel, love you.” You manage to get those words out in-between moans, your eyes rolling into the back of your head with every movement he makes deeper inside you. You’re convinced you can feel him in your stomach.

“Love’ya too- Gonna fill you up so good baby.” His words tease you, all your thoughts muddle up into one, Gator. Gator and how he feels, fucking the moans out of your mouth. Gator and how he’s over-stimulating both your clit and your g-spot at once. Gator and how he’s still wearing that shit eating smirk on his face, knowing how much it gets to you. All you want in your life is Gator.

Your orgasm builds in the pit of your stomach, the familiar feeling rising higher and higher. You clench around Gator’s cock. Almost trapping him into cumming inside you as you come undone yourself.

“Close.. so close. Please.” You whimper, your face buried in the pillows of your shared bed as you desperately dribble saliva from your mouth onto the sheets. He picks up the pace, not wanting to waste any more time. He just wants you. He wants to make you feel incredible. And that he does, when your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave. Gushing over his cock as your tormented clit becomes even more sensitive after cumming. He doesn’t stop fucking you, he pounds into your hole faster and harder than before. It’s all too much for your little body to handle and he knows that. You can’t hold it any longer, your pussy squirting over your boyfriend and the bed.

Soft groans come from behind you as Gator ruts. Wiping the sweat from his brow and pulling out of you, ropes of cum still dripping from cock and dribbling out of your abused cunt.

Gator wipes the mess from your body and his, ripping the soiled sheets off the bed as you both collapse on the mattress in each other’s embrace.

“Love you.” He whispers against your cheek before planting a gentle kiss through panted breaths. “Love you too.” Your eyes still tightly shut, as if opening them would make the moment just a dream. You squeeze his arm a little, needing something to grip onto as you crash back from ecstasy to reality. The pair of you lay there, breathing each other in, not wanting to move a muscle. Roy better not send him away for this long ever again.

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tinkssssevelyn · 3 months

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Sweet Child Of Mine

Summary - How will Bucky react knowing that his daughter was kidnapped by HYDRA while on a mission Warnings - Kidnapping, Swearing, Sedatives, Sexual Assault, Abuse, Rape

He shouldn’t have let you go on that mission. Yes you were with people who you both trusted but letting his daughter go on a mission didn’t sit right with him. You went on missions all the time but you were always with your dad. This time Fury only needed you, Natasha, Steve, Clint and Sam. It took a lot of convincing but soon enough he gave in knowing that it was a simple mission and you would come home in one piece. Oh how he was wrong.

Fury informed you and everyone else who went on the mission that serum was detected in a base and you needed to retrieve it. But when you were looking around the base you could hear a child crying in a locked room. You managed to kick the door down and started to walk towards the cries just to find a sound box of a child crying.

Before you could call for backup you felt a pinch on your neck. “Y / N we found the serums come to the jet.” Steve said to you over the comms. “Y / N report now.” No reply “Y / N god dammit answer me right now.” Clint, Natasha and Sam all give each other worrying looks and try to locate your tracker “Steve her tracker isn’t locating.” Natasha says to Steve.

“Look me and Clint will go back to the base you two stay here.” Sam says walking out of the jet with Clint. They look around until they go into the room where you were taken. They see your ear comms on the floor along with your weapons. “Steve someone has taken her.” Steve looks at Natasha with tears in his eyes.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE’S BEEN TAKING?” Bucky shouts at Steve in the conference room where all the other avengers were sitting. “Buck let me - “NO ROGERS DON’T JUST DON’T. YOU SAID YOU WOULD PROTECT HER BUT IT WAS ALL FUCKING BULLSHIT NOW SOMEONE HAS MY DAUGHTER BECAUSE YOU DIDN’T LOOK AFTER HER.” Bucky huffs and sits down on the chair. “Listen Buck I get your hurt but you can’t blame Steve.” Clint says to Bucky sitting opposite him “She was talking to us over comms and she was fine but then she went quiet and the reason for that was because she heard a child cry but it was just a sound box. Me and Sam found it with her ear comms and weapons. It could’ve happened to any of us.”

Tears swell in Bucky’s eyes. “Steve - I’m - I’m sorry I didn’t mean to snap.” Steve nods his head at the brunette. “I would never purposely put her in danger none of us would she’s my god daughter. When Clint and Sam told us my whole world stopped.” Before anyone could say anything Tony and Fury come in “We still have no location on Y / N but what we do know is that it was HYDRA that took her.” Natasha can hear Bucky’s breathing getting faster and faster “It’s okay we will find her I promise.” She whispers in his ear while holding his hand. She always saw you as a daughter and knowing that your missing breaks her.

“What’s the plan then?” Wanda asks while breaking the silence. Before Fury and Tony can answer a video link appears on the screen. Everyone glances at each other. “Do we open it?” Peter whispers. Fury and Tony give each other a look before clinking on it. “Oh my.” Everyone says quietly. You are in a bright white room with HYDRA agents around you while being tied to the ceiling like a punching bag. You are in your leggings and sports bra which shows the bruises and cut on your body. You look at the camera which shows your bloody face and black eyes.

Bucky doesn’t shed a tear but feels rage in him. “Well well well you all fell for our trap, I’m rather impressed that it worked I thought you all were smarter than this obviously I was wrong.” A man steps in front of the camera. “Who’s that?” Bruce asks with tears in his eyes “HYDRA’s most powerful leader.” Bucky answers emotionless. “Your daughter is very beautiful James me and my men will have so much fun.” Bucky feels sick to his stomach. The man moves out the way and stands next to you while putting the camera in front of you. Before you can say anything he punches you in the stomach and burns you with a lighter on your stomach. You scream out in pain “STOP PLEASE PLEASE STOP I’LL DO ANYTHING PLEASE PLEASE.” He laughs and licks your tears away

“What’s the fun in that gorgeous?” You move your head away from him and the camera. “I love sensitive girls always so submissive. I am surprised though that you’re not like your monster of a dad. Did you know that he nearly killed you when you were 5 years old? Of course you wouldn’t remember he never told you. Your dad wants you dead but he couldn’t do it so I will help him out and do it myself. But first I think I should mark my territory on you.” Fears rises in you. “Please - I beg you - please don’t - please.”

At this point everyone in the conference room is sobbing. “It’s okay we will go nice and slow.” The man whispers in your ear as agents untie you then lay you a mattress. “GET THE FUCK OFF ME.” You say will fighting them. The man leans on the wall laughing as you struggle. You begin to scream “DAD PLEASE I JUST WANT MY DAD PLEASE STOP.”

“TONY TURN IT OFF.” Steve shouts at Tony who has tears in his eyes while watching his god daughter. Everyone turns towards Bucky who is combing his hair with his hands. “Buck I’m so sorry.” Tony says to the solider. Before anyone can say anything he storms out and goes to your room.

A week has passed now and no one has spoken. Tony and Fury are still trying to locate you while everyone is in their rooms. Bucky is laying on your bed when he hears a knock at the door he doesn’t answer “Hey Buck I brought you some food.” Natasha says to him while placing it on your bed side table. Before she can leave he asks if she can stay. She sits by his feet and looks around your room.

“I’ll never forget that day where I nearly killed my own daughter. They brainwashed me that morning and she was only 5 at the time she didn’t understand why I couldn’t remember. I started to attack her and when I - I - chocked her until she started saying mine and her favourite memory I realised what I had done.” Natasha signs sadly “She knows that you didn’t mean to Buck. She knows what you did in the past wasn’t you.” He sits up while the red haired faces him “She always saw you as a mother figure. The first day she met you we went upstairs and wouldn’t shut up about you.” He says while laughing “She loves you so much as well as everyone else and I’m sorry I took it out on you guys especially Steve.” She holds his hands and looks at him “Steve knows you didn’t mean it he just wished he could have protected her more and so do I. She’s like a daughter to me and when they said someone took her I just thought the worse.” Before Bucky can say anything Tony and Steve come running to his room “We found her.” They both say at the same time.

Everyone makes their way to the conference room and sits down while Steve, Fury and Tony explain the plan. Once the plan is confirmed Steve, Tony, Bucky, Natasha, Clint, Sam, Wanda and Bruce make their way to the jet. “Hey can we talk?” Bucky asks Steve while he gets everyone’s weapons ready. “Buck I’m really sorry.” Bucky signs “You shouldn’t be apologising I’m sorry I shouldn’t have snapped at you none of it was your fault thank you for looking out for her.” Steve hugs Bucky “I know it didn’t seem like I was looking out for her but I promise we all tried.”

Everyone gets off the jets and makes their way to the base which is in the middle of a field surrounded by woods. “Does anyone need me to go over the plan because we can’t screw this up?” Steve asks everyone sternly. “Cap I think we are all good let’s go.” Tony says while shooting at the agents.

Steve, Bucky and Natasha go together while Tony, Clint, Sam and Wanda go together leaving Bruce on the jet setting up the med bay. Natasha knocks down the agents while Steve and Bucky check every room “Guys she isn’t on our side she must be your way.” Tony says over comms. Bucky knocks down a locked door where he sees you curled in a corner sobbing “I found her.” He whispers into his comms. He carefully walks over to you and bends down “Y / N hey it’s me.” He says softly. You sob “Go - go away - no more.” Steve and Natasha make their way towards Bucky but gives you two some space.

“Baby doll it’s me it’s dad.” He strokes your arm but you flinch away and start crying more “Stop - I’ll be good - please sir. Bucky starts crying then turns to Steve and Natasha “She doesn’t remember me.” Natasha can hear gun shots coming towards them “We don’t have enough time we need to get her out of here now.” She says while shooting at more agents. “I’m sorry for this doll.” He picks you up and puts you over his shoulder “GET OFF ME STOP I WANT MY DAD STOP PLEASE.” You begin to thrash around while Bucky runs towards the jet. Before he can get out the man appears out of nowhere pointing a gun at Bucky’s head “Now now that’s no way to come into someone’s building.” You stop thrashing around and start breathing heavily. Steve notices your anxiety when he speaks “What the fuck did you do to her.” The man just laughs “She doesn’t remember any of you because she belongs to me now. She was nothing before now she’s mine.” You begin to cry quietly on your dad’s shoulder.

“Now hand her over before I shoot both of you. It’s not like she will be able to remember you anyways.” He smirks at Steve and Bucky. “Fine fine we can do this the easy way or the hard way it’s down to you but either way you both will die.” Steve starts laughing “You really think that you will survive this?” The man tilts his head but before he can say anything Natasha shoots him at the back of the head. She watches the blood pour out of his head. “Come on we need to go the building will explode in 2 minutes.” She says while running outside. Both super soldiers follow.

“Everyone in now.” Bruce shouts as he watches the building explode. Tony takes off while Bucky lays you down on the med bay table. “I know you can’t remember any of us but you’re safe now doll.” He was waiting for you to start screaming but instead you drift off to sleep.

Bucky holds your hand and sobs “You’re safe now god i’m so sorry doll.” Steve and Sam stay by his side while he cries. After a few hours Natasha breaks the silence “What did they do to her.” They all look at Bruce while he finishes the medical report “This may be upsetting for some people but she has many bruises, cuts and burn marks on her body. She has a few broken ribs, signs of rape and abuse. I also noticed that they engraved her birthday and her death day on her arm. They were planning on killing her today that’s why they brainwashed her so that she couldn’t remember any of us when she was going to be killed.” Bucky looks at Bruce coldly “Will she remember us?”

“I don’t know yet I mean we can try things like showing her around the compound, telling her stories and memories but we have to wait until she wakes up Bucky I’m really sorry.” After that no one speaks until the return to the compound.

It’s been 48 hours now until the rescued you but you still haven’t woken up. Right now Bruce, Steve, Natasha, Sam, Clint and Bucky are with you. Natasha strokes your hair and signs Russian lullabies which always helped you sleep when you had nightmares. “Please wake up my darling we all need you.” She whispers in your ear. “Yeah who else will help me when I make fun of Steve and Bucky’s ages.” Sam pipes up. They all laugh at his comment. “Who else will make us laugh and smile even if we are having a shit day?” Clint whispers softly.

They all start saying memories to each other “Do you remember that one time when Tony threw a party and she managed to lift Thor’s hammer?” Everyone laughs at Steve’s memory “God he was so pissed off that day.” Bucky says. “I couldn’t imagine life without Y / N she’s the best thing that happened to me well all of us.” Everyone smiles at Bucky while carrying on saying their favourite memories. Steve monitors you while Bruce informs everyone else what’s happening. “Hey hey did you guys see that?” “See what?” Natasha asks “Her hand twitched. I swear.” Everyone turns at you while Bucky holds your hand and strokes your hair. “Doll it’s me it’s daddy can you hear me?” You move your finger silently. He signs in relief while Bruce comes in “Bruce she’s awake.” Clint announces. He comes over and check your vitals “Sweetheart it’s Bruce can you try opening your eyes please. Take your time but I think everyone wants to see you.” He says while chuckling. You open your eyes slowly blinking the sleep away. You move your head slowly looking around the room until you lock contact with your dad “Hey sleepyhead.” You smile softly “Hey fossil.” Steve starts laughing “She definitely remembers you.”

Once you are fully awake everyone comes in and sees you for a bit then make their way to bed. Bruce, Bucky, Steve, Steve, Clint and Natasha stay with you. “Y / N I know this is really hard but what can you remember?” You look at Steve but then look at your hands. “Doll we don’t have to do this now if you’re not ready.” You lay your head on his chest and take a deep breath while he plays with your hair.

“I was looking for the serum until I could hear a child cry and it was on the other side of a locked door so I knocked it down but found a sound box but before I could call for back up I felt a pinch in my neck. Next minute I’m tied up hanging from the ceiling. They hurt me a lot that day. They um - the man would make me do stuff - and I tried - to um - I said no but he wouldn’t listen to me. He tried to rape me but I started to fight him but he was stronger than me and for punishment he - he - um brainwashed me.”

Everyone can feel tears in their eyes “You’re safe now doll I won’t let anyone hurt you again.”

COMMENT IDEAS

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x daughter!reader #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #clint barton #sam wilson

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kirbyprompts · 1 year

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𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐏𝐓 𝟏

content warnings: alcohol, drinking, killing, death, murder. feel free to change prompts as necessary!

❝i feel like it’s my responsibility to stop them.❞

❝i ask people if i can trust them, they say yes, and then they trick me! or they use me to do bad things.❞

❝this seems like a very large task for one person.❞

❝i almost died today, motherfuckers. i almost died.❞

❝well, only one place to go and that’s down.❞

❝stay put. don’t move.❞

❝hi! want some booze?❞

❝you seem to have such an affinity for cute things.❞

❝anyone else feel like going for a swim?❞

❝as long as you don’t mind dying, sure.❞

❝we are the worst people.❞

❝i respect you and your intentions, but your caution does not get to control other people’s destinies.❞

❝there’s only so many burdens we can bear before we’re just asking for failure.❞

❝you did check for traps, right?❞

❝no! i’m opening it. fuck off grandpa!❞

❝maybe you’re cursed.❞

❝how did you survive?❞

❝we solved the mystery.❞

❝light the damn sticks of dynamite, just do it!❞

❝i don’t know what i’m doing. just go with it.❞

❝should i burn it?❞

❝you faded away there for a second. are you good?❞

❝let's focus on the good things in our lives.❞

❝is there anything of use or value here at all?❞

❝things are looking up.❞

❝earlier you said i could talk to you whenever i want. and i thank you for that.❞

❝that’s a good name. names are important.❞

❝i’ll take out everyone!❞

❝wake up, there’s an ambush!❞

❝are you bullshitting me?❞

❝we’re doing what we need to survive.❞

❝if you’re going to do bad things, at least work for someone who’s rich and doing bad things! don’t just steal from people on the road, that’s stupid!❞

❝only steal from grumpy people!❞

❝i was trying to be jovial, i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have tried that.❞

❝there’s nothing better than waking up in the morning with no pants and flowers in your hair.❞

❝i’ve never been here, but i’ve heard stories.❞

❝where do the best parties happen?❞

❝laughter and music? i don’t trust laughter and music.❞

❝have you ever been dancing before?❞

❝is this your first time here?❞

❝sorry to interrupt your incessant flirting. can i please have a damn drink?❞

❝if you drink enough you won’t remember either way.❞

❝was it someone special?❞

❝i’ve never thought of you as an optimistic person, but that’s a very positive way of looking at things.❞

❝you are not going to pass out on the street.❞

❝what’s the thing you’re most proud of?❞

❝am i allowed to rob him?❞

❝you look like you’ve got an honest face.❞

❝it’s fine. you’re not in any danger.❞

❝hi, i’m here to take care of your spinny death problem.❞

❝i don’t think they’re going to let me in.❞

❝i’m quite sure. did i stutter?❞

❝can’t we just please go kill your damn death robot?❞

❝i can speak when i have to.❞

❝is that your blood or is that mine?❞

❝the only thing that’s magical here is you.❞

❝sometimes the people who help you are the least expected.❞

❝my entire life has been plans being made for me.❞

❝i don’t think you and i have the same plan, but they might overlap. i will be willing to help you.❞

❝let’s make a pact that if either one of us does something stupid, we’re each other’s failsafes.❞

❝i don’t think i want to hurt anymore people and i don’t think you want to either.❞

❝i think i can help you. i think you can help me. i think we can do some good here.❞

❝if i left, i would find my way back to you.❞

❝i do better with you around.❞

❝for all the visions, the darkness out there, it’s good to know that somehow we’re all putting a little bit of light out there too.❞

❝i have a question. does anyone have booze?❞

❝i’m trying this thing where i’m trying to be more polite.❞

❝i am the greatest detective of all time! i took one drink and solved the case!❞

❝you’re going to be a fucking piece of work.❞

❝i’m more than happy to kill something at this point. i have some aggression to work out.❞

❝do we want to stay in the haunted house?❞

❝that’s the most fucked up shit i’ve ever seen.❞

❝truly nothing escapes your astute observation.❞

❝i thought we were getting to know each other.❞

❝did you have a happy home life growing up?❞

❝i’ll help you try to get revenge on your vague past.❞

❝how about you tell me one fact about you and i tell you one about me?❞

❝what’s the best lie you’ve ever told?❞

❝you are a good friend to have and a terrible enemy to make.❞

❝i didn’t know! i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i didn’t know.❞

❝i’m not walking away from this.❞

❝it’s funny how the good people can make us assholes feel so small.❞

❝i think you’re supposed to say some stuff about how good they were and how many people loved them, and what a wonderful life they had, but i don’t think any of that is true.❞

❝i thought you were talking to yourself again.❞

❝are you willing to kill?❞

❝i have lost people before. i have found ways to find them in nature.❞

❝this is my first time trying to be more than i am.❞

❝you and i, we’re going to survive this.❞

❝i don’t have any family; you’re the closest thing i have.❞

❝you may be kind of weird but you’re also nice.❞

❝i am nauseous. let’s go kill a bunch of people.❞

❝i would like to hug you.❞

❝usually when people come here, it is because of some great tragedy. how can i alleviate your pain?❞

❝i’m gonna take a guess: you don’t leave here very much do you?❞

❝violence is extremely natural.❞

❝i’m canonically a coward!❞

❝oh this is going wonderful.❞

❝you don’t need to do this if you don’t want to.❞

❝brave. dead. it’s semantics, really.❞

❝they. are. going. to. die.❞

❝it’s not your fault.❞

❝this won’t happen again.❞

❝i would have laid down my life for you.❞

❝i’m sorry i wasn’t faster.❞

❝it looks better on you.❞

❝you can cook?❞

❝leave me alone. i’m reading.❞

❝i would feel a little safer if i knew a little bit more about you.❞

❝i’ll find you when i’m ready.❞

❝most people in my life leave.❞

❝there is always a cost.❞

❝i made the earth remember him.❞

❝congratulations on being alive.❞

❝you cannot blame yourself when you are taken advantage of.❞

❝i have people i want to find and things i want to remedy.❞

❝i feel like you should embrace the morbidity of life.❞

❝afraid? i’m not afraid of anything!❞

❝did you see what i did?❞

❝why didn’t you come?❞

❝you promise you won’t leave?❞

❝i don’t think i’ve ever come across magic like that.❞

❝things that are unknown are notably able to draw dangerous and inquiring eyes and minds.❞

❝just so you know, i think i can punch ghosts now.❞

❝i just know if i saw a ghost, i would want to punch it. ghosts are scary.❞

❝it’s easier to steal things when you can pay for them with money.❞

❝this is not where i am supposed to be.❞

❝i have no specific destination in mind.❞

❝i’ll go where you go.❞

❝what do you want to know?❞

❝well i can’t go home.❞

❝we stick together.❞

❝we have things we need to do and we don’t have forever to do them.❞

❝you know what i’ve done.❞

❝sometimes you have to take a big risk if it’s that important.❞

❝you can’t just sneak up on a person!❞

❝sorry, just figured you’d want some company.❞

❝i've always loved the water.❞

❝feels good to be back, yeah?❞

#rp sentence starters #sentence starters #rp prompts #rp memes #rp meme #roleplay memes #roleplay prompts #completely 100% self indulgent <3 i'll keep making these every 15-20 or so eps as i watch or until i get to about 100-150 prompts #this is all from c2e21-e33

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secretswiftymarvelfan · 1 year

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As Long As You’re Mine - Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader (Part 2)

A/N: Surprise! I’ll let you in on a little secret... I already had this written before I posted the first part! I just wanted to see how it would go down first and boy did you guys like it! So I hope this follow up satisfies your need!

Read Part 1 here!

Summary: Following your engagement to Drysdale there’s one last twist in the tale

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Mob Elements! Language! Mention of Arranged Marriage! Fluff!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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It had been a month since you learnt of your engagement to Drysdale. Every night you savoured every moment you had left with Steve. Clinging onto him whenever you could, praying and begging this was all a nightmare that one day you’d wake from.

But right now you were waking up alone. Steve had returned to Brooklyn a week ago, said there was a family emergency he had to deal with. He promised to be back as soon as he could, that every night he’d fall asleep thinking of you.

You were just walking towards the sunroom when Romero stepped into your path “your brother needs to speak to you immediately” he states.

You let out a long sigh “sure whatever” you muttered turning in the opposite direction back towards your brother’s office.

As you walked inside you could see how tense your brother was as he braced himself against the desk. You didn’t say anything, just sat down and waited for whatever he had to say.

“Drysdale and the rest of the Thombeys are dead, the entire family has collapsed” Bryce finally states his fists clenching in anger.

“What?” You mutter in disbelief.

“They’re gone, completely crumbled over some stupid inheritance” Bryce scoffs “Drysdale got word that he was getting written out, so decided to kill Harlan before the will got changed, it all imploded from there, family turned against each other until they were all dead”

“Whoa” you muttered in disbelief, you always knew Drysdale would cause the Thrombey empire to fall but you didn’t expect this.

“Yep, so looks like you get your wish after all, you don’t have to marry him” Bryce states in frustration.

“My wish was to choose who I got to marry not have it decided for me!” You snap.

“Well, you might not have any choice now! The options are dwindling and you might be stuck with Hansen!” Bryce roars.

“Don’t you even dare” you growl launching from your chair in anger.

“Boss,” Romero says interrupting the two of you.

“What?” Bryce snaps.

“There’s someone here to see you” Romero answers.

“Send them away, I don’t have time to deal with anyone, I’ve got to fix this bullshit” Bryce states gesturing at you.

“She says she’s a representative of the New York syndicate” Romero pushes.

Both you and Bryce freeze, you’d heard a lot about the syndicate from Steve. And by the look on Bryce’s face, you gathered your father told him a lot too.

“Send her in, Y/N go back to your room I’ll deal with you later” Bryce orders.

“She wants to speak with Y/N too” Romero adds.

You and Bryce exchange a glance and before he had a chance to argue you gave your order “send her in”

Bryce glares at you but his attention soon shifts when the redhead walked in. Her hips swayed as she went, exuding confidence that made it feel like she owned the place. You watched as she first surveyed Bryce before looking at you a smirk growing on her face as if she already knew all your dirty little secrets.

“Bryce Langley,” Bryce says holding out his hand.

“Natalie Rushman but just call me Nat” Nat smiles shaking his hand “let's cut straight to the chase, I’m here on behalf of the New York syndicate boss, who has decided to offer you a deal,” Nat says pulling out a file and placing it on the desk.

“Why?” You question as Bryce picks up the file and sits down.

“I’ve learnt its best not to question my Boss’ motives,” Nat says, despite the clear warning her tone was amused.

Concerned that your brother was about to walk into a trap you walked around the desk and started reading the contract of the deal over his shoulder. It was a trade deal, one that would allow your brother access to the New York harbours. There were a lot of restrictions and contingencies that ensure the New York syndicate remained on top but it was still a good deal. One that all the Boston families would kill for.

“This is a very generous offer” Bryce hums.

“What does he want in return” you question, a deal this big would come with a heavy price tag and you needed to know all the details before agreeing.

Nat smirks as she looks over at you “the only thing he wants, is you as his bride” she answers and your blood ran cold.

You had only just been freed of one arranged marriage, and barely half an hour later another was being discussed.

Nat must have read the horror on your face “and let me just warn you when my boss wants something, he’ll stop at nothing to get it. His enemies learnt that the hard way” she warned.

“Bryce please” you begged.

“You’ve got yourself a deal” Bryce agrees completely ignoring you, grabbing a pen and signing your life away before you could stop him.

“What the hell Bryce,” you say your voice cracking.

“This will be good for you Y/N, would you rather marry Hansen?” Bryce points out.

You scoff shaking your head at him as you fought back your tears “when do I have to leave?” You whisper turning to Nat.

You were shocked to see a hint of sympathy in her eyes as if she wasn’t the one who just condemned you “we have a private jet chartered for lunchtime, my boss wants you in New York before the end of the day”

“This is ridiculous” you mutter under your breath.

“Go relax Y/N, I’ll have someone pack your belongings,” Bryce says gently.

“No I’d rather do it, at least the essentials, they can do the rest,” you say shaking your head, only you knew where all the secret sketches you and Steve did were hidden.

“I’ll be back at 12 to take you to the airfield” Nat nods before turning away and walking out of the office.

Once she was gone you turned to face Bryce “you’re a monster” you whispered “you can lie to yourself about it but you’re exactly like him” you saw the flicker of hurt in his eyes as you turned and walked out of that office for the last time.

As the town car drove through the city you wished you could enjoy the view but you couldn’t. It has been a dream of yours to live in New York, you should be happy right now. But the reason you were here was the worst possible reason.

You were about to marry a complete stranger, you knew nothing about him, and he could be a monster worse than your father. What hurt the most was that your time with Steve had come to an abrupt end. He’d return to find you long gone and there was no chance your new husband would let you hire him.

You were surprised when the car drove out of the city and upstate. You were even more surprised when the car pulled outside a large house. You’d expected him to live in one of those large penthouses in the city. Not a house in the suburbs.

“Let's go,” Nat says climbing out of the car, and waiting for you to follow suit.

You followed after her as she led you into the house, you looked around in amazement at how understated it all was. It didn’t look like a mob leader's house at all.

“This will be your room for the time being,” Nat says opening a door for you.

Stepping inside you were surprised at how much you liked the decor. You were expecting to hate every single thing about this place, but you were struggling. The house had the views like your old home had but was close enough to the city that you could still enjoy the life of it all. You thought everything would be garish and horrid but it was understated and cosy.

“Dinner is at 7, enough time to freshen up and relax,” Nat says before walking out and leaving you all alone.

You took a deep breath as you looked around the room. Taking everything in, you tried to find something you hated but you couldn’t. There was even a folded-up easel in the corner. Running your hand down your face, taking another deep breath before deciding to have a shower to freshen up.

At 7 pm you made your way downstairs and towards the dining room. Once again you were expecting something grand where your soon-to-be husband would be miles away but it was once again understated. It was A table that would seat 8 people maybe 10 at a push, and the places set weren’t at opposite ends, one was at the head of the table the other sat right next to it.

You turned when you heard the door open behind and you saw your soon-to-be husband for the first time. He was tall and muscular, clean-shaven and had short blonde hair. Your breath caught when you saw his eyes, his piercing blue eyes that somehow held warmth in them. You realised with a start that you recognised him, but it couldn’t be him.

“Hello, sweetheart” he smiles walking over to you.

“Ste-Steve?” You mutter in disbelief.

Steve smiles warmly down at you as he comes to a stop right in front of you, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek “I’ve missed you so much sweetheart” he whispers softly.

“I-I’m so confused” you mutter shaking your head.

Steve gives you a warm lopsided smile “I know I’m sorry for all the cloak and daggers, but I promised I’d set you free”

“You’re the boss of the New York syndicate” you state in disbelief, Steve hums in confirmation “but what were you doing being my bodyguard”

Steve lets out a long sigh his hand slipping into yours “I’ll be completely honest, because I don’t want there to be anything between us, not anymore” Steve says shaking his head “I was there because I was trying to find weak points, your father had been poking around too much and I needed to take your brother out before any secrets got out” Steve explains your jaw dropping in shock “but I never expected to fall in love with you, so when I discovered your brother knew nothing I switched targets”

“You took out Drysdale and his entire family…. Why?” You question.

“For you, to free you from that marriage” Steve answered squeezing your hand gently.

“But the contract” you mutter shaking your head.

“Was only to get you here and away from your brother, you aren’t trapped here, you don’t have to marry me if you don’t want to, you could leave and do whatever you want to do” Steve explains.

You were speechless, you couldn’t believe what Steve had done for you. What he’d save you from. You hadn’t even realised you were crying until Steve cupped your cheeks and began to wipe away your tears “please don’t cry, I’m sorry I wanted to tell you everything but I couldn’t risk it” he pleaded.

“Thank you” you cried launching yourself into his arms and hugging him tightly.

You felt Steve breathe out a long sigh of relief, hugging you back with equal vigour and kissing the top of your head.

“I still can’t believe you’re the head of the New York syndicate,” you say still in shock “who else knows?”

“Only a select few, Nat who you’ve already met, my best friend Bucky, and the rest of the Avengers” Steve answered brushing some hair out of your face, his fingers brushing against your cheek.

You snort with laughter “the Avengers?”

“Tony, another member of the inner circle coined it,” Steve said with a bashful smile.

You couldn’t help but chuckle “it's a good name,” you say reaching up to finally kiss him “I do have to admit this all wasn’t what I was expecting”

“I know, having no one knows who I truly am means I get to live an ordinary life outside of work” Steve explains “it means so do you, you can do what you want when you want”

“This is amazing Steve, all of this” you confess shaking your head in disbelief.

“It's all yours sweetheart, if you want it it’s yours” Steve promises.

“I want it, I want it all, I want you, I want everything” you smile up at him.

Steve beams down at you “I love you so so much”

“I love you too Steve” you grin your hands running up into his hair as he kissed you deeply “but do you mind growing the beard back?”

Steve barks out a loud laugh “anything for you sweetheart, anything for you”

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breeofbree · 1 year

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Kissing in mine fields

Summary: enemies to lovers? Also, I feel like if König doesn’t know you, he’s very dominant… and that carries to the bedroom.

Warnings: size kink, degradation, BDSM, slighhtttt exhibitionism

(A/N, did not realize the demand for König was so high so I’ll be posting more of my… spicy content)

The tall brute forces himself to the front as a shield, pushing Y/N back with his hands and knocking her back roughly.

“Hey, watch it! This is a mine field, not a playground damnit!” Y/N grunts, scanning the area around her for any sign of the hidden traps. With an all clear, she pulls herself up and continues scanning.

“You’ll be fine. A lot of these bombs are old. They never work anymore.” König mumbles back, haphazardly stalking on and whistling an eerie tune. Y/N could only roll her eyes, granted the mines were old, but the chances of one blowing up were actually high.

“Seriously König, do you have a damn death wish? You’re going to get us killed.” She shouts in half panic, half anger. He stops in his tracks, towering above her as he turns and looks down at her, eyes maniacally scanning her face.

“Fine, don’t believe me? If one goes off, I’ll carry you the rest of the way. If it’s a dud, you shut up until we’re out. Which is about another half mile, I think you can manage that, Y/N.” König seethes out, mockingly patting her head as he looks around them. Finally seeing the green markings of a land mine a few yards ahead of them, he grabs a hefty rock nearby.

“If that goes off it could set off a chain reaction, you idiot. What are you even trying to prove here?” Y/N shrieks, anxiety climbing at the thought of her demise coming from a war crazed burly man.

“Too far apart. And I’m confident.” König chuckles, heaving the rock precisely on top of the mine. After several seconds, he turns to smirk at the woman behind him,” see? You worry over noth-“

König is quickly interrupted by the explosions heat creeping against his back and pieces of dirt raining on his helmet. Y/N can only throw an unamused smile that looked more of a frown.

“That’s enough bad decisions for the day, I’m leading now, you dunce.” Y/N slips the words from her mouth in annoyance and anger, trying her best not to snap any further. Her feet are soon swept from beneath her as König hoists her effortlessly over his shoulder like a rucksack.

“What the hell are you doing?” Y/N questions, anger once again boiling at her skin as she pounds against his hardened shoulder blades that flex with every step.

“A bet is a bet. I’m a man of my word, no matter how annoying you are.” König huffs, taking a long stride to step over another mine.

“Seriously, König. Why are you so rude when we’re in the field? You couldn’t care less when we’re back on base… you’re actually bearable even.” Y/N whines out, once again trying to make an escape from the man’s shoulder, only to have a weathered hand grasp at her pack and pull her down to his arms. Now being carried bridal style, Y/N is now incapable of any movement as König can only grip tighter in this position. One arm hooked under her legs and the other resting over her breasts, it was a tight and… quite a compromising position.

“Is it a crime to be so rude when my main focus is to protect you… the unit. The unit as a whole.” König coughs between his words, averting his gaze from Y/N’s narrowed glance that studies him enviously.

“Bullshit, big guy. I’m going to call you on this bluff right now to save us both the heartache. You like me, but it’s against code so you figure being a dick will run me off and you can get over it faster.” Y/N scoffs, turning her head to look away. König ceases all movement, heaving a dramatic sigh and going taut,” and if that is the reason, then I guess now we can both get over it and be civil. Assuming that’s what you’ve been doing too.”

Y/N whimpers slightly, blush crawling to her exposed face and feeling regret she was one of the few that didn’t have any sort of face covering in the unit. She forces herself to look up to Königs unblinking eyes, already feeling the emptiness of her heart showing its way through with tears welling at her eyes.

“What if I don’t want to?” Y/N breathes out, controlling the messy breathing and tears that pool inside of her.

“Then I think your heart is in the wrong place. We aren’t here for a love story. We’re here to claim victory.” König grits his teeth, trying to sway the impulsive thoughts swirling through his mind. What it would be like to hear the whimper that had escaped her lips earlier in a different form, or how her throat was a perfect place to rest his hand. How tiny her waist would feel as his hands gripped at her torso and pounded her in to a state of delirium that would have them both gasping for air in between moans. He’s pulled back to reality from the much smaller hand knocking at his helmet,” you say that, but I can tell you have other things on your mind, you naughty man.”

König looks down in confusion at the call out, seeing the devious smirk on Y/N’s face,” I have no idea what you’re talking about. What are you getting at?”

Y/N only taps her hand lightly against the impressive member that had been throbbing at her side and chuckles. König reacts rashly and drops her to the ground below as he moves quickly to cover his swelled area, causing Y/N to yelp and freeze before once again searching for a mine.

“Alright! I shouldn’t have said that, did you have to drop me though?” Y/N once again huffs seeing no mines and standing to brush herself off.

“I’m sorry, it won’t happen again. Let’s move on.” König bites, trying his best to rub away his issue while walking forward.

“We’re out here alone, let’s make another bet.” Y/N offers, curling her arm in the crook of Königs and sliding her hand down to rest upon the one that hovered over his pants. Königs heart quickens, knowing this could either get them in trouble or killed, or worse… discharged.

“We don’t have that much longer to go, so you can pick me back up, you focus on the mines and I’ll focus on… you. You fail in finding a mine, we’re dead. I fail to alleviate your, situation, you can do whatever you want to me.” Y/N offers, controlling his hand with hers to move slow and pressurized circles around his once again hardening cock. Königs head lulls back, getting lost in the hypnotizing movement. A clipped moan bubbles at his throat before he grips her wrist tightly,” and if I say no?”

“Then I’ll make this the most hellish walk of your life.” She giggles, flushed at the strong grip that holds her back. König can only pretend to ponder the thought before pulling her back in to his arms, sneaking glances as he walks on as she unclips his belt to gain access. It wasn’t the most comfy position, but the thought of relief was too overbearing as her hand slips below his boxers to grasp delicately at his shaft. He would never reveal his personal nickname for Y/N was Schawnz necken, but she was putting that nickname to good use in this moment. Königs legs buckle every few steps as her hand does anything but sit still, changing pace, grip and even pressure. As her fingers dance across his leaking tip, König shivers and lets put a guttural groan.

“You aren’t getting close are you? We still have several yards to enjoy.” Y/N coos, once again brushing her fingers over his tip to feel him shake once again. König can’t speak, and can barely manage to shake his head no. He scans again, seeing the fence they’ll have to climb is coming closer to view and no mines in the vicinity. The gate comes closer as her strokes become faster, pumping wildly as his steps become more sloppy. Just as they reach the fence, König can’t move any further,” Y/N, I’m going t-“

He’s cut off rudely as Y/N ceases all movement, hopping down to grab the chain link and start climbing.

“Damn. Looks like I couldn’t hold my end of the bet.” She sighs dramatically, followed by the most cynical smirk König has ever seen. She begins scaling the fence, only to be ripped down and pinned to the ground. Hands restraining her wrists, and legs digging in to her thighs. Königs body fully covered hers, making her feel minuscule and defenseless. Man, was it a good day to not be an enemy of this giant man. But, she would definitely feel sorry of the aftermath of what’s to come after gauging his size from inside his pants. The smile is sloppily wiped from her face with heated kisses, some rubbed harshly from under his veil before he rips the bottom half to expose his lower jaw and continues on. Königs breath quickens, and his hands roam haphazardly, finally landing at her belt and tearing it open. His hand brushes eagerly at Y/N’s panty line, teasing a little before finally slipping inside. Y/N’s eyes roll almost instantly to the back of her head as the pressure from his single fingertip hits her clit, causing a jolt of ecstasy. As a moan escapes her lips, a gloved hand clamps firmly over her mouth,” the others are probably right across that tree line. Do you want them to hear?”

“N-no.” Y/N stifles out, biting down on his pointer finger as another wave of pleasure rattles her. König dares to move the hand from Y/N’s mouth to expose her collar bone, as much as he’d love to devour her neck in sloppy kisses, it would be a destruction to government property. He traces her collar bone with his tongue, stopping where her two collar bones meet to suck her skin purple. Her tiny hand slips down the collar of his shirt, nails digging at his muscular back that heaved with each feral breath.

“König, fucking destroy me.” Y/N begs, almost already on edge from just one finger that had been teasing her entrance. He pulls away, the fulfilling sound of his lips suctioning away from the edge of her almost exposed breast. She sits up to witness the full length of what she had stroked earlier. Baffled at the size, Y/N knew, he might actually destroy her. She bashfully throws her pants to the side, almost unprepared to take him fully.

“You look scared…” König teases, stroking teasingly at his cock before lining it up to her entrance and his eyes become feral once again as a chuckle escapes his lips,” good.”

As he pushes inside of her, his hand snakes to her throat, squeezing the sides and only releasing when he was fully in. Y/N can barely adjust before his other hand finds her mouth, silencing her completely as the pace quickens. Every thrust rattles Y/N, jolting her whole body as her vision fogs, close to the edge. Her pleas all die off in her throat that was squeezed so delicately, yet harshly at the same time.

“And Y/N, I’ll be nice and let you finish, unlike what you did to me. You pull that shit again, you’ll never cum again.” König growls, thrusting at every word he exaggerates. Finally being pushed over the edge, her body convulses, and pussy gripping tight around Königs shaft, sending himself over as well. Y/N tries to mumble even a thank you, but can only babble over her words, resulting in a loving shoulder tap while attempting to catch her breath. König laughs, cleaning himself and Y/N up, then situates his pants.

“Well, I believe we should get back. Think you’ll make it?” König teases, seeing Y/N stumbling every few steps. She shrugs, once again mounting the fence,” if I can make it over the fence maybe. Just tell the others I took the impact from one of the mines and save us both the ass chewing.”

König smugly grins, throwing her once again over his shoulder and receiving a fit of laughter while hoisting the both of them over the fence.

“I feel like making love in a mine field would make a legendary story, don’t you?” He quips, dropping down to solid ground.

“I do. I just don’t want to be the one person known in history to be dishonorably discharged for being horny.” Y/N hits back, knocking a soft fist against his chin.

“When the ship sinks, the whole crew goes with it, Y/N.” König reminds her humbly it takes two to make a mistake.

“I’m just glad you’re done being an asshole.” Y/N fires in remark.

“Easy now, I don’t think you think you could handle a second round.” König grunts, only to have the ball thrown back in his court,” that’s what you think, big guy.”

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icanseethefuture333 · 8 months

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Can I have an post about NCT Mark's reputation in the industry or his ideal type? P.S You're legit look like a 90s superstar💌💖💖 don't be shy and drop your skincare routine please 🙏

WHY ARE NCTZENS BEING SO NICE TO MEEEE, THIS IS LIKE THE 2ND COMPLIMENT I'VE GOTTEN THANK YOUUU 😭💚 Ofc since we did TY Track I don't see why I can't do one for Mark 🦁

Mark from NCT's ideal type:

Qualities

I channeled: "Hmm... What do I like in a partner?" I think Mark hasn't really thought about what important qualities a partner should have and more so has thoughts about appearance or personality.

Mark would be interested in someone similar to him or someone with similar values, habits, or behavior as him, but with a more elevated mindset.

He could want to do date someone who is also a musician or a writer. I feel like Mark is curious about the twin flame dynamic? He could want to feel a connection with someone on a deeper level. Telepathy? Mark is wanting a partner who could read his mind and emotions so that way he doesn't always have to explain himself. Someone who is very aware and observant. A partner that eases his anxiety or relieves him of his everyday stress. He could also like if his partner was more optimistic and looked on the bright side of things because Mark can have a more "realistic" outlook on life.

Personality

I'm ngl... Mark has a toxic taste in partners LMAO 💀 I just feel that he wants someone who keeps him on his toes and he hates predictability. Like if his partner was too "normal" or too "stable", he's gonna hate that, he's gonna feel like he's the partner with the issues, so he wants someone that can be as imperfect as him. "It's more fun that way, no?"

I'm laughing pls 😭- "I'm not saying I want my heart broken, but if she's bad then she can take it [his heart]."

Mark really does not give a fuck 😂 (btw this is the first reading I've done for a celebrity where I cannot stop giggling??? He's so funny). He also wants someone who would like call him out on his bullshit. Mark doesn't want someone who's submissive or a pushover, "😁Feistyyy." It's giving: "I love the kind of woman that will actually just kill me"

Intuitively, I feel like Mark also has a lot of insecurity in his relationships as well. The partners who are healthier for him, he feels like he's not good enough for them, so instead he dates partners who are often unstable. It's okay to date someone who's more outspoken and dominant, but it seems like he's constantly attracted to partners who are too controlling towards him.

Physical traits

"Honestly I have a type. I'm not the tallest so I don't wanna date anyone who's like too tall but I don't mind the height too much. I like hair, the people I've dated their hair is pretty long and if they have short hair, it's gotta be like fluffy (voluminous is the word he was looking for)." Channeled songs: Trap Queen, 679, & Again by Fetty Wap

"I'm like "Hey, what's up? Hello" (Ayy)

Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in the door

I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll

Married to the money, introduced her to my stove

Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low

She my trap queen, let her hit the bando

We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go"

"Baby girl, you're so damn fine, though

I'm tryna know if I could hit it from behind, though

I'm sipping on you like some fine wine, though

And when it's over, I press rewind though, ayy

You talking bands, girl, I got it

Benjamins all in my pocket

I traded in my Trues for some Robins

He playing Batman, Fetty's gon' rob him, ayy

I got a Glock in my 'Rari, ayy

17 shots, no .38"

"I want you to be mine again, baby, ayy

I know my lifestyle is driving you crazy, ayy

But I cannot see myself without you

We call them fans, though, girl, you know how we do

I go out of my way to please you

I go out of the way to see you

I ain't playing no games, I need you"

Oh he's a giverrr 😝. Mark wants for his partner to look good, so he'd go out of his way to pamper them and spoil them. Like "oh baby you want your nails done? I got youuu 😌". He likes to show off his partner. I heard "I want that Beyoncé and Jay Z love." (😭💀 Mark go sit tf down please). I love the energy tho fr.

He's mentioned girls a lot + all 4 cards are women, so he has a obvious preference towards the female gender.

Long hair

Thick, voluminous hair

All hair textures (straight, wavy, curly, etc).

Varies from pale, medium, deep, or brown skin tones.

Girls with a "mean" expression or resting bitch face (🤨😠😒)

Feline beauty

Arched eyebrows

Horizontally wider eyes

Prominent features (big nose and big lips)

Likes lipstick or lip gloss ("Juicy lips")

Someone who plays hard to get (as in a tsundere, basically acts like they don't want him but secretly does)

Shoulders and collarbones

Pretty hands

Nice ass

Likes jewelry? Rings and earrings to be specific.

Something about fabrics is coming up, so Mark could like when women wear flowy dresses or like those sheer beach cover ups.

Instagram baddie style is very apparent here.

Soft glam makeup (U.K? Black London baddie makeup. Latina makeup coming up as well.)

Mixes luxury with casual

Long acrylic nails

High heels

Painted toes

I am being reminded of that song that goes "Ion want no barbie, I want me a bratz doll "

Bratz doll type of beauty

Celebrities/influencers who are similar to his ideal type:

Juliana Nalu, Ashley Nicole King, Kali Uchís, Camo, Jordyn Woods, Yarastargal, Mia Owens, lisajn37, amandaa_solis, Cindy Kimberly, asiaeros, bbv_g6rl, 200120_01, & bybrokelle

#mark lee #mark #nct #nct 127 #nct u #nct dream #kpop reading #kpop readings #celebrity readings #nct tarot #tarot #tarot readings #anon #ask

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