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45 ⨳ Soul Evans

Warnings: fem body, creampie, feeeelings (@cwgyuutaro), mid 20s Soul, canonverse, weapon!reader

Event: 2023 Summer Anthology

Notes: @medusashima if i remember correctly it was you who requested Soul so here's a little courtesy tag and a thank you for participating and choosing such a juicy line for him <3

“This really isn’t subtle, you know,” you mewl, putting your teeth in his shoulder to try and muffle your own sounds, arms tight around his shoulders, clinging to him as he pants into your neck. His hands are hot as he moves you on his dick, your legs secured around his waist,

"Maybe you shouldn't be so loud then." He chuckles at the little oof you give out as he lets your back fall to the sleeping bag, settling firmly over you.

“Then maybe you should hurry up!”

Soul ignores your pointed whine, giving you a small glare as you try to let your legs fall; he readjusts the grip of your legs around his waist so he can lean in closer, pressing your tacky foreheads together. “Nah, I don’t think I’m gonna.”

“Soul,” you whisper, the only voice to your plea as you submit to his tongue as he pries your lips open with his tongue. His fingers tighten on your ass and you feel yourself squeeze tight around him. Soul groans down your throat, the muscles in his thighs jumping as he fights to keep control of his current pace.

Neither of you are strangers to quick, casual hookups; back home that’s the norm. It’s this that’s rare—usually reserved for late night’s with too much beer, or a distraction from a frustrating day—this version of Soul. Right now he’s slow, torturous, intent. Undeterred by the embarrassing sounds of your pelvises slapping together, when they are slapping together. Sometimes he’s just seated in your hot cunt, accompanied by little grinds as he puts more focus into running his hands over your body, steady, firm, like he’s mapping new territory. Like he’s not had access to every inch of your body for the last several months.

A pitched keen pulls from your throat, blocked by his tongue and dissolving into whimpers as he worships your body. He shushes you softly, pressing his lips to yours gently, across your swollen bottom lip, then the corners, continuing the comforting sound as his lips track down the column of your throat.

“If you’re really so worried about someone hearing, then tone it down,” Soul noses at your jaw, sucking a dark mark there, feeling his pulse kick at the little whine you let out even as you let him do it, “Make it soft. Make it just for me, ‘mkay?”

You tremble at his touch and nod, the warm pads of his fingers as he traces over the mark he just left behind, eyes burning with things the two of you have never spoken about. Things you think you’re beginning to understand, even if a little. Things that frighten you.

“Good.”

You clasp a hand over your mouth as he raises himself up a little and begins to move in the way that you’ve been begging him to since the moment you fell into his tent at the end of the night. Everyone else is a mere couple meters away, with nothing but a few layers of nylon between you. Your words a little more than breaths slipping between your fingers. “Mn- yes, please like that.”

“Haah,” Soul groans against your cheek, gritting his teeth at the starry bliss in your eyes, framed by tear laden lashes. The way you look right now, carefully taken a part—it’s exactly what he wanted but he’s still not had enough of you. He’s starting to think he never will. His cock is throbbing, wrapped snug in your wet heat, and the coiling ball in his gut is winded so tight that it wouldn’t take much to send him reeling to oblivion.

All his restraint vanishes when your nails dig into his back, chanting his name under your breath. “Soul please, please. Can’t take anymore. Need it, need you to—”

“Oh fuck, babe,” Soul groans, a shudder wracking through his body as you gasp. “Fuck, I’m s’close. You’re s’good, you feel s’good. Perfect for me, babe.”

Your heart flutters at little scrunch of his nose, how his words start to blur together as his own urgency rips down every wall that he uses to put himself together, and he’s left bared in front of you. It never fails to exhilirate you.

“I need you to come,” he rasps, a exertion making his voice weak, pretty even. He pets over your clit so sweetly, insistently, steady and even and so, so perfect that you forget everything. There’s just you and him and this heaven shattering feeling rushing through your veins and tipping you into the realm of no return. “I need it, need you t’come for me. Please, please, babe ‘s okay now, let go.” His voice breaks as you start to gush over his cock, slick sounds getting obscene, but it’s lost to the sound of Soul’s voice as he comes apart for you. “For me, babe, need you to– that’s it– awhh fuck yes– Y-yes, yes, yes, yes—”

He shudders against your chest, still humping into you in broken, jerky motions as he unloads hot, sticky white into your twitching cunt. You’re too overcome with your own orgasm and his sweet little groans to truly register that he’s never done that before. You’re so full of him, of his cum, of his half hardness, still valiantly twitching inside you like he never wants to leave.

You trace sticky lines up and down the valley of his shoulder blades for a few moments, the both of you sheltering in this quiet bliss before you have to return to reality.

“I should really go,” you whisper to him softly after a few minutes of increasingly uneasy silence. “We’ve lost enough sleep. Our meisters will be depending on us tomorrow.

“Yeah, alright.” He sighs and lets himself slip out of you, intensely watching the way his seed spills out of you the moment he stops blocking it’s path. “Let me clean you up first.”

You let your head rest back with a small sound of content as he digs in his pack for something to wipe you down with, and roll over when he’s finished, fishing for your discarded clothing.

Soul tugs his pants on, and sits watching you, his forearms resting over his bent knees. “You know I should be apart of the frontal assault team.”

“Lord Death wanted you and Maka to lead the rear reinforcements, he wants the finish to be decisive. There’s no one better for such a task.”

“Yeah, I heard it all in the briefing,” Soul scoffs, wiping his hands on his thighs and standing up and helping you out of his tent.

His malcontent is like a quiet storm, brewing in the distance, never to truly breach the horizon. He doesn’t fight losing battles, and he knows that the chance to change this has long since passed.

“You’ll catch up with us soon,” you assure him with a fragile smile, lacing your fingers with his gently.

“You bet your ass we will,” Soul responds quietly, carmine eyes studying your face like he’ll find something new. Only the tiniest squeeze of his fingers around yours betrays that unshakable facade of his, alerts you that he’s thinking the same thing as you. The words “take care” itch across your tongue, but neither of you dare tell the other. Both of you have known from the beginning, wrapped tight in the mutual understanding that if anything were to go wrong today, you would both do your duty as weapons.

You sigh and let him go, adjusting your haori and then your hair, preparing to slink back to your tent.

“Oi.”

You turn back to him. His voice is back to that indolent drawl, the one that used to have you at each other’s throats back in the day. He’s got his thumb under his headband, adjusting silvery strands in silence until he turns his eyes on you.

“When we get back…I’m done hidin’. I’m don’t want to be that kind of guy anymore.”

“O-oh,” you breathe, startled, a fluttery feeling rising in your chest, battling your fear for the coming battle. “Okay.”

Soul gives you a sharp half-smile, echoing himself. “When, you hear me?”

After a moment you realize what he’s saying and after another second of though you nod, unsure but unable to deny him this little tangle of hope.

“When.”

#soul evans x reader #soul eater x reader #soul x reader #soul evans smut #soul smut #soul eater smut #☆ — summer nights anthology

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kaiscumsock · 10 months

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got butterflies in my stomach

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kirbyskisses · 2 years

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kirby’s kinktober (twelve)

sex while high//soul eater evans

this is fiction. irl high people can’t consent. y’all be safe. 🌿

soul likes to be cool.

he never quite gives the full definition of what that means to anyone, not even black star or maka but he thinks this moment fits it, equisitely.

lounging down against the couch with his best girl on his lap, mind overtaken by the hazy clarity provided by the brownies you had shared earlier.

even though death city had made everyone’s favorite delightful green leaf legal for decades now - fitting for such a lawless desert of souls and reapers - maka hated the smell and the loopiness that weed gave him.

in his 20s he finds it far easier to sneak away to your apartment, his second home.

he made a habit of only getting high with you, his trusted and gorgeous girlfriend. the last time he smoked it around maka ended with a rant and a chop to the head. he really didn’t want that, it was uncool as hell.

not like being with you. you were the epitome of cool - the ultimate example. the feeling of you was the blue-green coolness of a miles davis album.

the way your sighs of pleasure and kisses made him harden and filled him with a need be inside your precious cunt - his love for you and your body was only comparable to the sensual feeling of music running through his body.

while he had arrived dripped out in his usual punk-influenced fashion, all of his clothes and yours had been shed as you ride him slowly.

his dilated red eyes adore your form as he - feeling his high increase with each passing minute - kisses you, both unable to stop giggling.

“feel good, baby?”

“hella. your lips…are so…amazing.” he snickers, tasting the drug-tinged chocolate on you on your lips.

he’s to entranced in the smell of baked sweets, the wetness and warmth of your walls on his length, the sound of your skin rubbing and patting against his to the tune of the low trumpet croons that his phone had shuffled to in the background.

“you’re so tight. and pretty. and tight…”

“you already said that, soul.~” you giggle as he gives a nonchalant shrug, either too lost in his high to realize he’s repeated himself or too focused on matching your measured grinding to care.

“you make me wanna cum so bad, baby. g’nna nut.”

“gotta hold it then, baby…” your high moves much slower than his, which is fine because it make you laugh to see him slowly and hilariously mellow out under you. “we’ll both be too out of it to clean up…”

“yeah?” he pouts as you climb off.

“yeah.”

his glazed eyes are still a bit lustful but more than satisfied with the idea of jazz-scored, naked, weed-filled cuddles.

“okay. but ‘m gonna fuck you brainless later then, right?”

you kiss his cheek, a mess of giggles because he’ll absolutely fall asleep before that happens. or during. once, he’d crashed mid-sex once and you were more humored than you were annoyed - his sleeping, drooling expression was too adorable.

“yeah baby. of course you will.”

his sharp teeth show as his lips curl into a hungry smirk.

“cool.”

#smut #soul eater x reader #soul evans #soul x reader #soul eater evans #soul eater #October #kirby’s kinktober #kinktober #great Halloween anime. if you couldn’t tell be the pfp #tw weed

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iloveprettyboysblog · 2 years

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Stucky Saturday 🖤🖤

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mytheoristavenue · 1 year

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Soul Eater Masterlist 🌟

Last Updated: 9/29/22

Total Works: 7

Key: 🍋 = NSFW/Smut 💕 = Fluff/Romance 💔 = Angst

Headcanons:

Nicknames 💕

Soul ‘Eater’ Evans:

Coming soon.

Kilik Rung:

Remedial Lessons 💕

Coincidental 💕

Dr. Franken Stein:

Friends Pt. 1 💔

Friends Pt. 2 🍋

Tough Love 💔💕

Out of Sync 💔💕

Extra Credit 🍋 Kinktober ‘22 entry

Commands 🍋

Good Medicine 💗💔

Spirit ‘Death Sythe’ Albarn

Coming soon.

#soul eater #soul eater masterlist #masterlist #soul evans #death the kid #blackstar #Spirit Albarn #Franken Stein #Professor Stein #soul eater smut #professor stein smut #soul eater x reader

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sunshinemoonlightandstarbright · 1 year

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Gryffindor Party

focus on James + Pandora + Sirius

approx. 1000 words

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Pandora plonks down on the cushion next to him and smiles brightly. “Gosh, isn’t this fun?” she takes a swig of her drink, which clearly isn’t her first judging by the flushed cheeks and stars dancing in her eyes,

“You should see the Gryffindor quidditch parties, they’re wild” James replies easily, shifting in his seat to face her.

“Yeah, I bet.”

They sit in comfortable silence for a few seconds, observing their friends. Marlene and Dorcas are bickering about whether the Jamaican national quidditch team would beat the Chudley Cannons but it seems neither of them are taking it as seriously as they’re asserting. Barty is chatting up a group of Gryffindor 5th year girls, with Evan seeming to melt into his side out of embarrassment. Peter, Lily, Mary, Sirius, and Remus are in a group by the staircase. Peter and the girls watch Remus and Sirius intently, like it's a quidditch match. Sirius rolls his eyes and flicks his hair off his shoulder. He crosses his arms defensively and in response, Remus tilts his head and pouts mockingly. James watches blush creep up Sirius’ neck as he struggles to keep his frown. Pandora sees him watching and giggles.

“They’ve been dating for a good four years and yet neither of them seem to be aware of that fact.” James whips his head around to face her and his eyes go wide. Panicking, he shakes his head and stutters, “What? Sirius and Remus? They’re not dating, they don’t even like each other! What made you think that?”

She just smiles knowingly and resumes her people watching.

James groans, “I’m just going to get a drink, I’ll be back”. Pandora nods and raises her bottle in mock salute.

James lumbers through the common room to the drinks table. A chorus of “Hi James!”, “look who it is!”, “Potter, our King!” ring in his ears and he turns to grin at the people who greeted him. He bows and waves to them exaggeratedly then continues on his way. Frank is pouring himself a beverage and James claps him on the back. “Evening captain! We’ve got a game in the morning, what are you doing!?” James asks incredulously. “Here let me take care of it for you.”

He reaches out to take Frank’s drink and Frank snatches his glass away from James’ prying hands. “Oi, get your own,” he says frowning. James just pokes his tongue out and snags a bottle from the cooler. “Yeah, real mature Potter” Frank quips.

“You love it,” James returns with a smirk and begins to make his way back to the couch. When he flops down next to Pandora again, she seems to have sobered up completely and her expression turns serious. James opens his mouth to ask if she’s okay when she flicks her eyes towards his and holds them there.

“Who are you when no one else is around, James? When there’s no one to perform for?” Her stare is piercing and James feels naked pinned beneath it. He freezes, stunned by her question.

Pandora’s tears her gaze away from James when something, someone else catches her attention, the question already forgotten and left unanswered. Regulus had arrived and was adjusting the cuff of his sleeve in the doorway when Pandora suddenly launches herself off the couch and flings herself onto him. James straightens in his seat.

“Lucy! You’re here!” She wraps him up in her arms and squeezes, almost lifting him off the ground. Bewildered, Regulus’ arms slowly lower down onto her, returning the embrace. He rests his chin on her shoulder and his face softens.

James watches as Regulus scans the room, his eyes landing on him. Regulus holds his stare as James gives him a small smile, hoping to appear welcoming. Regulus looks away, uninterested but James can’t stop his eyes from running over every inch of his face. His grey eyes cold and calculating, a storm swirling inside, only momentarily calmed by Pandora. James’ fingers itch to reach out and twist one of Regulus’ dark curls in his fingers. James, very confused by this mental intrusion, shakes his head to himself and glances around.

He feels a hand on his shoulder and looks up to see Sirius grinning down at him. “Moony doesn’t believe I can stand up whilst flying, so naturally I have to prove to him that I can. I’m about to be a very rich man Jamie-boy. The poor fool has all of his Hogsmeade money riding on the bet."

"Aren't you already like the 11th wealthiest wizard in Britain?" James questions.

Sirius tuts and says, "Hmm yes, I was quite wealthy before I was disowned wasn't I? I can't say that I miss it. But back to the bet. Naturally, once our Remus has his mind set, nothing can convince him otherwise and likewise, nothing can stop him from trying to convince everyone else of his position.” Sirius paused and took a breath. “There’s 73 galleon on the line.”

“What!?” James cries, “Remus has 73 galleon to spend at Hogsmeade?? Mum won’t give me more than 15. Something about sugar rotting your teeth and all that health garbage”.

“Prongs, it isn’t all Remus’. I mean even if it was it wouldn’t be for long" He says with a confident chuckle, "but anyhow, Moony managed to convince Lily, Pete, and Mary to bet against me as well. It’s a heinous betrayal, especially from Wormy. Should’ve seen it coming. But they’ll be sorry. All of them. Wanna come see me crush their hopes of winning a bet against I, Sirius Orion Black, king of the wager?”

“Oh absolutely. Let’s go mate” James stands and after saying a quick goodbye to Pandora they then hurry out of the common room, gesturing for everyone to follow.

#in love with pandora #her looking directly into james soul and then throwing herself at another man two seconds later #sirius being an arrogant prick in a loveable way #background dorlene and wolfstar #evan using barty as a protective pillow #frank being pissy because james tried to take his drink #james potter #pandora lovegood #sirius black #marauders fandom #marauders #oneshot #sfw #no smut

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chichirichick · 2 years

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Very Belated Update

Hey pals! Baby Boy has been keeping me busy but here's your update for...

Love Me Just a Little

Read it on AO3 or ff.net! Special thanks to @silluuuu for letting me scream about this way too often.

Summary: Spirit meets Soul. Blair is the real MVP. Maka and Soul get tangled up in the sheets. **Sexual Content in this one**

#love me just a little #soul eater #soul x maka #soma #maka albarn #soul eater evans #soulxmaka #Blair is the real cat mom #smut incoming

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mrcavill88 · 9 months

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My night in Hollywood

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Chris Evans x Henry Cavill x Male reader

Summary: Your first film role definitely has its ups and downs. A large pay check? Good. A kickstart to your career? Even better. But a night with three of Hollywoods leading men? The absolute best

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: 18+, SMUT, daddy kink, pet names “little boy, baby, doll”, ass slapping, stripping, nipple playing, breeding kink, dick sucking, handjob, unprotected sex

Who knew being famous was so tough?

I’m constantly being bombarded by fans desperate for an autograph. The Hollywood life seems glamorous, and that it is, but not without its downside. The upside? All the hot actors in Hollywood, oh how I loved seeing a sexy man on screen. I recently landed a role on a film with some of Hollywoods leading men and holy cow was it a joyride. I walked into the hotel I would be staying at for the shooting of this film and who do I see as soon as I walk into the elevator? Henry Cavill, Sebastian Stan, and Chris Evans.

The scarlet color on my face is noticeable as I instantly start fanboying over the three buff men. “Hello there, you’re y/n right? I’m Henry, pleasure to meet you love”. He stuck his thick hand out and I shook it with much ebullience. I took my spot in the elevator, right in between Sebastian and Chris, feeling so small next to the 6 feet men.

What was in reality 30 seconds felt like 3 hours in the elevator. Sweat building up on my forehead as the men continued to spark conversation with me. My words fumbled and completely shaky. We reached my floor and I bolted out the doors and hastily walked to my room and instantly shut the door. I was a mess. My chest popping in and out of my body, a noticeable bulge in my tight pants. But as I went to change my clothes, a small envelope slid through my door.

“Reservation at Giovanni’s Italian cuisine for two, 7:30 pm at the luxury suite.

My baby y/n, please join me tonight for dinner, I would love to get to know you. See you soon, Sebastian”

I was fucked. Butterflies pacing through my stomach as the feeling of love and affection enveloped my soul. But was I gonna pass up this opportunity? Hell no. I checked the clock and it was currently 6:00, “how the hell did he reserve the place so quickly?” I thought. I rushed into my luggage and picked out a loose blue and white striped button up and white kakis which kinda showed off my ass.

I got into my car, put my sunglasses on and started driving to the restaurant. “What if he doesn’t like me?” “What if this is all a joke?” Thoughts filled my head as I headed to the restaurant, making me more nervous than I already was.

I walked in and it was the most classy restaurant I have ever been to. Red velvety floors covered the place with beautiful floral arrangements and classical music. “Reservation with Sebastian at 7:30, in the luxury suite,” I said to the hostess. “Right this way please,” she replied as we walked up the extravagant stairs into the luxury suite. She opened the door and

There he was

Waiting for me in a tight black polo shirt that complimented his rippling biceps, and jeans that were definitely, tight. “H-hi Sebastian,” I said with a trembling voice. He walked up to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. “Hey y/n, I’m so happy you came tonight, I hope you like this place cause I really wanted to have a great time tonight, please sit.”

I sat down in the expensive chair and couldn’t help but notice the beautiful view from the window. “Wow! This place is so nice, I can see the whole city from here!” Sebastian grabbed my hand. “Yeah it’s nice but I think I like what I see from here more,” biting his lip. I instantly started blushing, biting my lip to try and calm it down but the redness of my cheeks just got more obvious. I was completely fucked, in a desperate way to change the subject, “So, I wanna try this ravioli they got here, I heard it’s amazing”, I said trying to change the subject. “Yeah let me order, I already know what I’m getting”.

Sebastian ordered our food and I was set for the best date, and the first date, of my life. Who knew a celebrity could be so down to earth and so cordial? But of course, the physical and, sexual appeal was crazy as the Romanian man was extremely romantic.

“Oh, well I’m stuffed, we should get going. This food is pre-paid so don’t even worry about it. Should I take you home?” “Oh thanks but I drove here so I think I’ll be fine,” I answered. “Are you sure?”, he asked with a serious somewhat dour look on his face. “Uhm, actually, maybe you should,” I said nervously hoping he wouldn’t be offended.

We cleaned up and left the restaurant, he took me into his expensive car and started driving back to the hotel. Something felt off, he was being extremely seductive and touchy, grabbing my thigh and rubbing my chest. Did I like it? Of course.

I walked into the hotel and entered the elevator with him just to see two familiar faces once again, Chris and Henry.

“Oh y/n! Great to see you again! Looks like you’ve had some fun with my friend Seb huh?” Chris said with a funny expression. I couldn’t help but nod and gulp as I entered the elevator with the three men.

We were going up and all of a sudden, Sebastian presses the emergency stop button. I was completely confounded, not knowing what was going on. I tried to push the button again but the three men cornered me in this godforsaken box.

“What does this little boy think he’s doing?” Henry asked as he stroked my hair. I started to sweat, and slightly panic. “W-why’d you stop the elevator?” I said hoping this just was some kind of stupid joke. I reached for the button again until Sebastian covered my mouth with his large hand and pinned me up against the wall.

I didn’t even have time to say anything before my clothes started coming off. They started kissing and biting my body relentlessly and I couldn’t help but moan and whine. “Oh baby I wanna fuck you so bad,” Sebastian said as he and Chris started removing my shirt and pants, leaving me in my tiny little spandex.

“Lay in my lap doll,” Henry said gesturing toward me. I felt so exposed and fragile in the moment. “Count” he said as he smacked my ass cheek. I screamed and jolted a little at the surprising pain and arousal that came from it, “o-one” *SMACK* “t-two” *SMACK* “t-three”. One slap quickly became 15 as Henry continued slapping my ass cheeks until they were bright scarlet and my cheeks were soaked in tears.

“What a good boy you are, now let daddy make you feel good,” Sebastian sad as he grabbed my and gagged my mouth. I was in heaven. Henry started twisting and teasing my nipples as Chris shoved his fingers in and out of my hole. Sebastian rubbing up against my body and his dirty talk made me more aroused than I should’ve been. Cock twitching and my skin soaked in sweat. “Daddy!” I whined as my body was being violated by three sexy men. “Oh the things you do to me baby, now open up for daddy”.

Sebastian whipped out his 10 inch cock and teased my hole making more unholy noises leave my mouth. And all of a sudden, *THRUST* his dick was sliding in and out my hole at a rapid pace. Henry shoved his dick into my mouth and started fucking my face. I moaned on his dick sending vibrations up his cock. “Ugh f-fuck baby you’re so naughty. In the midst of all this sexual pleasure, Chris shoved his dick in my hand. “Come on baby, make me cum,” he said as I started jerking him off.

I was gonna lose it, my body completely drowned in pleasure. “D-addy, I c-can’t take it! I’m gonna c-cum daddy!”. “C-come on baby, w-wait for your daddies, don’t be a s-selfish little b-boy”. At those words, my cock shot a load of cum onto Sebastian’s broad chest. Sebastian felt my hole tighten around his cock and came in my hole, filling my walls with his warm and sticky baby batter. I was completely cum drunk. I collapsed onto Henry’s chest. The three men held me in their strong embrace as the night neared its end, nothing could have ruined this night, except the fact that we were in a damn elevator.

THE END

Thanks for reading everyone hope y’all enjoyed it! (I know it kinda sucks)

#Henrycavill #chris evans #sebastian stan #henry cavill x y/n #chris evans x y/n #sebastian stan x y/n #gay #gaysmut #henry cavill x male reader #chris evans x male reader #sebastian stan x male reader #fanfic

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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Chris Evans dates a short-sized! well-known photographer freelancer, reader. one day, reader came with chris to comic con dressing up captain America (but with skirt and showing off her belly button). Smut daddy + size + daddy + princess + punishment + spit + blowjob kink

hello, I never received a response on who you'd rather than chris. so I chose steve. I hope you like it.

summary - you surprise your boyfriend with a replica of his uniform, and the only difference is that it's more slutty.

warning - smut, daddy kink, spit kink, oral sex, spanking, swearing, semi-public sex.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

You wanted to surprise Steve.

Today was the day the avengers went to comic con. They agreed to take photos and sign autographs for the fans that loved them. You told Steve that you’d be the photographer today and that you’d meet him later only because you had a costume you wanted to surprise him with.

When Steve walked into the room, he was confident about meeting his fans. But the moment his eyes landed on you, who stood behind the camera. His jaw clenched, and his pants tightened. The sight of you smiling innocently at him while wearing a slutty version of his uniform made him feral. Steve desperately wanted to grab hold of you and fuck you in front of everyone, but he had to keep his cool, unfortunately.

When one of the staff came over and stated it was time for a break, Steve stormed over to you and grabbed you. Throwing your tiny form over his shoulder as he stalked off to a private room, his hand resting possessively over your plump ass.

“Stevie! Where are you taking me?” A whimper escapes you as he spanks your ass.

“It’s daddy to you, princess.” When he enters the room, he slams the door closed, ensuring it’s locked. Steve roughly places you on the ground and pushes you to your knees. “You don’t get to speak. You will suck my cock until I say otherwise. If you touch yourself or stop, you won’t get to cum for a week. Understood?” His rough, gravel tone sends tingles between your thighs.

You nod, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. You whimper as Steve grips your chin roughly. “Words, princess.”

“Yes, daddy. I understand.” Steve grunts in approval, his hands rushing, as he unbuckles his belt and whips his massive, throbbing member out. Your mouth begins to water as your eyes focus on the pre-cum leaking from his swollen, red tip. Steve groans as he taps it against your plump lips. His hands begin to pump his thick base.

“Spit on daddy’s cock, princess.” Steve’s eyes flutter shut as he feels you spit on his swollen cock. A stuttered groan escapes him as your lips wrap around him, sucking his soul through his cock. Steve’s fingers tangle in your hair, gripping your head as you bob up and down. “Jesus, princess. You’re doing so good!”

A moan escapes you, sending vibrations through his member. Causing Steve’s hips to jerk, your cheeks hollowed as you sucked harder, taking him as far into your mouth as possible. Your hands come up and massage his balls. A string of saliva is attached as his cock leaves your mouth with a pop, and your eyes connect with his eyes as you suck his balls into your mouth. Moaning around them as he curses, his head is thrown back while he pushes you into them more.

“Fuck! Fuck– You’re going to make me cum! You better fucking swallow it all, and I swear if you waste a bit of it, you will be punished.” He growls, guiding your head back to his aching cock, sliding it past your lips before he begins to fuck your face. Your gags fill the room as his tip hits the back of your throat, drool seeping out of the side of your mouth, covering yourself and the floor. “I’m cumming, princess! Remember to fucking swallow.” His pace picks up until he fills your mouth with his cum, watching you swallow his cum around his cock.

You lick his member clean, sucking his tip before you lean back. Your tongue flicks out as you lick the cum from your lips. “Thank you, daddy.” You blink up at him, and a squeal leaves your lips as Steve picks you up and wraps your legs around his waist, his hand stroking your cheek as he stares into your eyes.

“You’re my good girl, aren’t you, princess?” You nod, giving him a sweet smile.

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Wingman

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: Dodger is Chris’s best wingman.

Word Count: 2.2K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Not Beta’d, RPF. SMUT! Read at your own risk. Fluff, lil bit of angst, pregnancy body issues, pregnancy sex, nipple play, Daddy kink, p in v, creampie, after care, comfort fic.

A/N: This is in response to an ask from @bloomingpresent

This is part of the How I Met Your Father Series found here.

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You were about to be in a bad mood. You had about 10 minutes to get some food and you’d turn into a different person. You turned to look at Chris.

“You’re a thot and a slut.”

It was beginning.

“Ma’am!”

Chris gave you a wide eyed look.

“This is a Wendy’s.”

You scowled at the response.

You were, in fact, in a Wendy’s drive through, having felt an irresistible urge for a frosty and fries. After going to the dog park, Chris indulged you and pulled into the fast food chain.

The line was interminably long.

Dodger was resting his snout on Chris’ shoulder and you were snapping pictures as usual. You went to IG to post them and saw the ones Chris had posted from the dining room table that morning. That’s when you saw it.

You held the picture up to Chris’s face and he looked at it.

“Are you calling our dog, our beloved Dodger, a thot and a slut?”

Chris raised his eyebrow at you and adjusted his NASA hat. You looked into Dodge’s soulful eyes and patted his head.

“Dodger’s not going to get you out of this one. You know good and damn well what you did.”

You huffed and crossed your legs away from Chris.

Chris looked down and grabbed your thigh with his hand, uncrossing your legs by force and spreading them wide, but not moving his hand from just above your knee.

Anticipation made you want to squirm, but you remained resolute and continued your scrolling. When he saw that you really might be a little annoyed, he sighed.

“What are you on about Sweetie?”

You twisted your mouth, pulled up the pic again and pointed at it.

“That! That knob is clearly visible through your shorts, you… you… thirst trapper! And using Dodger to be your wingman, tuh!”

You were getting yourself worked up.

Chris squinted at the image and then rolled his eyes.

“You can barely see my… knob.” He chuckled at your euphemism. “I just thought it was a good pic of Dodge and wasn’t thinking about it being visible. You’re just a pervert.”

You were really getting heated now.

“Everyone has seen your dick Chris, and all your hoes know what it looks like through your pants. I see the thirsty thots commenting on all your pics, Darling.”

You gave him a saccharine smile and the sarcasm in your voice was not to be mistaken.

Dodger had shifted to your shoulder, trying to calm you down. He really was a good wingman for Chris.

You were almost at the window, so you turned your body away from Chris again and glared out the window. Chris knew enough to be quiet at this point.

“Frosty and fries?”

You heard the attendant at the window and smelled the food, so you turned toward them.

“Thank You.”

Chris was paying and taking the food, and the attendants’ eyes were wide.

“Holy Shit! You’re Chris Evans!”

“Yes–”

Chris responded and was cut off.

“And you’re his—”

Their eyes went down to your belly, which was clearly visible even though it was ensconced in Chris’s Petunias t-shirt from The Losers.

“Oh my God you’re–”

All at once three things happened, the attendant got their phone out, Dodger jumped up to block the view on the driver’s side window, and Chris exclaimed, “Thank you, keep the change!” while peeling out of the drive through lane.

It wasn’t until you got into the driveway and Chris let Dodger out of the car that you two looked at each other and cracked up laughing.

“I never thought I’d pay 20 bucks for a frosty and fries….”

“The look on their face…” You started laughing, then stopped, suddenly. “Oh shit, I have to pee…”

Chris came around and helped you into the house, your snack discarded on the kitchen counter as you went into the master bedroom. You’d eaten most of it on the way home anyway.

You decided to go ahead and take a hot shower, dreading the conversation. It was surely going to get out now that you were expecting. Chris would be upset. He was waiting for you on the couch.

“I have some menus. What do ya want for dinner?”

You smiled at Chris’s Boston accent and snuggled into your robe, then ordered what you wanted to eat. Then, you lay back in Chris’ arms as both your boys gave you love. Dodger was on your lap, ear on your belly, listening to the twins move. It was one of his favorite things to do. Chris’s hand was where Dodge’s head wasn’t, feeling for his children's kicks.

All you felt was surrounded by love.

Chris was kissing your neck and whispering in your ear.

“I called the publicist while you were showering and told them we had to get on a pregnancy announcement soon…”

You groaned.

“I’m sorry I insisted on Wendy’s and then the whole pic thing…I–”

“Stop apologizing. You were hangry. You’re carrying life. Double time. We were lucky to get six months of peace. Besides, I should have brought some snacks.”

Chris chuckled, and you realized he was not upset at all. You shifted and turned so you could kiss him. Dodger knew what was up. He got off your lap and disappeared.

“I love you so much, Daddy. You’re too good to me…”

You could feel Chris get hard underneath you.

You smiled into your kiss.

“I can’t believe you still find me attractive. I am a whale.”

“You are 6 months pregnant with twins. That I put there. When you let me cum inside you. Probably the very first time we had sex. That’s so fucking hot, Angel.”

Chris got you told in that sexy voice of his.

Chris reached for the tie in on the robe and your breasts spilled out. He picked up the swollen globes and licked his lips before he bent down to worship them.

He had you becoming a whimpering, wet mess on the couch before he stood up and led you back to the bedroom.

He raised his eyebrow as you giggled.

“What?”

You pointed at his black shorts, which were greatly distended at the moment, comically so.

He glanced down and smiled back up at you.

“Yeah. You get me there Mrs. Evans.”

He pulled you into his arms again and gave you a kiss and then hastily took off his clothes. Then, he came toward you again and ran his hand down the length of your body while looking into your eyes.

“Can I be inside you? That's all I wanna do right now. You are a goddess.”

You blushed at Chris’ compliments, bit your lip, and nodded. You lay down on your side on the bed and Chris just watched you for a minute.

“So beautiful…”

Chris lay down behind you and grabbed your thigh, lifting it up and open so that he could enter you. His bulbous head breeched your extra wet canal, and was seated there. After a few strokes and slides and swipes of your clit, you were shuddering at his girth, and at the feeling of such fullness and pleasure, which surely you should be used to by now.

“I’ll never get over how we fit together…”

Chris was reading your mind as he started to slowly rock inside you. He groaned as he picked up your thigh, and the pace a little. He was literally gliding inside you.

“No matter how many have seen me baby, this dick is always only for you. My one. My only. My Angel.”

“Oh Chris….”

You murmured, well on your way to heaven as your husband lit you up from the inside out.

“Mmmmmm. So fucking tight Angel. Does it feel good?”

Chris was gripping your breast and lightly rubbing the sensitive nipple. He watched your arch your back and how your mouth became an erotic ‘O’ for him.

“Damn, that mouth Angel. So so good. Need something to suck?”

You nodded vigorously, halfway hoping that he’d pull out and let you, and halfway hoping that he’d stay inside you forever.

He gave you his thumb and you took it, swirling your tongue around it.

“Ssssshhhhitttt!”

Chris’s stroke paused, and then stuttered. He bent down and sucked your neck as you felt him pulse inside you.

“You’re trying to make me cum. Aren’t you?

“Yes Daddy. Paint my walls.”

“Oh my god. Unghhhhh.”

Chris’s cock pulsed harder inside you without him moving, and then he rolled you over, lifted your hips, and gained greater leverage to fuck you right.

Your brain short circuited, because the increased blood flow had you cuming almost immediately.

Chris pistoned his spend into you as you melted around him, and you both ended in a heap on the bed. You were soon fast asleep and awoke when Chris opened your legs to clean you with a warm washcloth.

He kissed your forehead as you drifted off again, that smile brightening your life. You slept until you smelled food, which caused you to dress quickly in another of Chris’s shirts and panties and pad into the kitchen barefoot.

You walked in on a private conversation between Chris and Dodger.

“Our plan worked, buddy! She noticed and I scored. High five!”

Dodger reached up and touched Chris’s palm.

Chris’s smile faded as he heard you clear your throat and turned to see you scowling at him.

“Hi Angel. You hungry?”

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kaiscumsock · 1 year

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evan peters out in the wild

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kirbyskisses · 1 year

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i had the worst crush on soul i still do

semmie i wanna suck his cock :(((

i wanna lick and kiss up the scar across his chest as he moans, “‘s sensitive baby - fuck your hands are so soft.” :((

slide my tongue onto the head as he groans that he’s not even hard yet but just keep licking the drooly pre-cum anyway. 🥺

when you suck him off like that, his eyes roll back before it’s even fully in your mouth, one hand gently stroking the rest and the other playing with his balls which are so sensitive to your fingertips.

“baby, c’mon. you’re such a tease.” but you can’t help it. 🥺 y’ just wanna make him feel good 🥺

and he already knew that seeing him playing piano in that black and red suit - focusing on his sweat and the way he licks his lips and the tactile movements of his long fingers across the ivory keys - it gets you so riled. he should’ve expected you to jump him the second you got him alone.

trying to play it cool, putting his hand against your cheek, sharp teeth curlin’ up into that usual, ever-chill smirk.

“c’mon baby. you want to congratulate me on my playing?” but he has to bite back a moan when you hum “mhm” around his fat pink head, big curious eyes latching onto his.

“yeah? can ya take more ‘f me then? really make me feel how proud my girl is.”

the way i’d slide the rest down my throat without hesitation as he makes a choked out noise of surprise followed by a sharp inhale. :(((

the way I’d lick and suck and hold my nails into his thighs so he can’t pull away - just curse and pant and buck his hips, semmie. no escape from the pleasure until he’s sure my throat is better than any toy. til’ it’s his favorite hole. til he can only stutter “shit. shit baby gotta stop or i’ll n-nut.” :((

looking up at him like a confused puppy and continuing to swallow his length until it’s sloppy with spit. ‘course you’re gonna soul. that’s what you’re supposed to do. ☹️

his face all warm and blushy when you pull of just for a second and cock your head with the cutest, pursed lips. “wanna make you cum, soul.”

he can’t even respond before it’s back in your hot mouth, tummy flexing with each breath until he gasps and convulses white onto your tongue and down your throat.

his white, milky cum is supposed to go in your holes, silly boy. that’s where it goes. ‘s gonna fill your belly one way or another bc that’s where it belongs ☹️

my albino pianist king :(

#characters are aged up to 18+ obv #he’s so black. He albino but he black it’s canon don’t @ me #sniffles #pull my hair out #grinds on the floor:(#queen sem 😩😩😩#x reader #smut #soul eater x reader #soul x reader #soul eater evans #soul eater #kirby’s asks🌸#kirby thirsts 😫💦

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iloveprettyboysblog · 2 years

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Dedicated to Dodger 💞💕

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hertzwritings · 2 years

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She calls me daddy

A/N: I COMPLETELY forgot about this masterpiece of an idea from @staysluttymyfriends97, and it would be an absolute crime to not post it. I don’t make the rules. Anyway, Frat-boy!Steve Rogers makes me feel all the good, and I enjoy a cocky Steve, soooooo….

You can buy me a coffee here, and I’ll write you a personalized something – the sky is the limit with whatever and whoever you want in there!

I love y’all, and hopefully, you’ll like this. Remember, feedback feeds the soul (mine) and my askbox and requests are always open – there’s no limits, because I am me and I have none.

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Pairing: Frat-Boy!Steve Rogers x female reader, Nerd!Bucky (mentioned)

Contains: Language, Steve Rogers being a cocky dick, mentions of purity rings, smut (MDNI), fingering, oral (m recieving), p in v, unprotected sex, cum-shot, praise-kink, slight daddy-kink, slight dumbification, slight degradation-kink

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She calls me daddy

“Seriously, do you need me there, or are you just acting like you do? You know I have finals next week, and I’ve been prepp…” Bucky glared at you, and you closed your mouth with a snap. “Listen to me. You’ve been prepping for one exam for a full month, now. You’re stressed as hell, you’re jumpy like a cat, who’s been strapped to fireworks, and I miss you.” He pouted and you groaned. “Stop that! You know I can’t handle your puppy-face.” “Please, Y/N, please? I promise, it’s going to be fun as hell, you enjoyed yourself the last time you were there!”

Bucky wasn’t wrong. You had enjoyed yourself, maybe even a little too much. Actually, you had enjoyed yourself way too much the last time you went to his frat house. And you did not want to face the consequences of your own actions.

Your actions being Steve.

Who had quite the rumor of “virgin-collecting”, which fell just in line with what you were when you entered the frat house the first time and left behind as well. Fucking Steve. “I don’t know, Buck…” You glanced at your feet. “Doll, listen to me, you need to actually enjoy your college-life. Don’t stay in here all the time. You’re getting musty.” Your eyes snapped to him, and you glared. “I am not getting musty.” He raised an eyebrow and you looked around in your one-bedroom apartment, realizing just how much you had been focused on exams. You sighed. “One drink. And if Steve gets close to me, I’m literally whacking his stupid, blonde head off his shoulders.” “Don’t you think it’s…” “I don’t, actually.” Bucky sighed. “I don’t know what happened last time, and if you would just talk to me…” “Funnily enough, I don’t. Wait here, give me like… Thirty minutes to get ready. Max.” You didn’t wait for an answer, twirling on your heel to grab a black, strappy dress and your makeup, before slamming the bathroom-door behind you, trying to calm yourself and get ready at the same time. One drink. One.

The frat house was packed when you arrived with Bucky next to you – he grinned toothily at you and led you inside, grabbing the first drink he could and handed it to you. “I’m going to try and find Sam!” He yelled over the bass. “I think Wanda and Nat is around here somewhere.” You nodded. “I’ll find them!” You yelled back. The music was full of heavy bass – which meant that either Vis or Tony had gotten a hold of the music, because it was currently playing Such a Whore, which you found extremely fitting, when you spotted Steve grinding against a sweating blonde, gyrating his hips. You scoffed and scanned the room, drinking your drink – it tasted vaguely of tequila – and finally spotted the two red-heads huddled in a corner.

“Nat! Wanda!” You yelled at them, and they looked up with wide smiles. “Oh my god, Y/N! I didn’t think I’d ever see you here, especially during exam-prep!” You shrugged and hugged Wanda, who beamed at you. Natasha tipped her red solo-cup at you. “Looking good, babes.” You smiled. “You shouldn’t be talking, look at you!” Nat shrugged with a pleased smile on her lips. She did look fucking fantastic, wearing black leather-pants and a tight tank-top in a blood-red color. “I have to tell you about this thing Vis did the other day!” Wanda pulled you to a chair, and began talking your ear off. You didn’t really pay attention to her, because Steve’s eyes were trained on you, while the blonde girl grinded against him, his face resting in a confused expression. You looked away from his blue eyes and re-entered the conversation. “…. I know, but it’s true! I haven’t seen Steve without somebody in his room in forever, and he’s been like… Almost…” Nat frowned and downed the rest of her drink. Of course, you would join back into the conversation with Steve headlining. “I don’t know, he's been demure, almost. It’s weird.” She pointed to your drink, which you swallowed quickly. “Yes, please.” She grabbed both you and Wanda’s cups before walking back to the kitchen, her hips swaying. It was like watching the red sea parting for her. “What’s up with Steve?” You asked, trying to sound overwhelmingly uninterested. Wanda lifted her eyebrows. “Did Bucky not tell you?” You shook your head. “He’s been very busy with Joaquin.” You nodded to where Bucky was currently tongue-deep into his boyfriend’s throat. “Holy… Wow, I did not need to see that.” Wanda laughed. “Well, it’s a little bit of a mystery, really. So, a few months ago, at the Halloween-party, remember that?” Vividly. You even lost your purity-ring somewhere in Steve’s room – not that it should matter, because the promise behind it didn’t anymore, but it was sentimental. You had gotten used to wearing it and felt naked without it. “Anyway, Steve went to his room at some point with a girl wearing this awesome Christine, you know from the phantom of the opera?” You nodded. Thank God, you had worn a mask. “Well, she wore that costume and a mask, and they went to his room, right? Well, she had disappeared in the morning, and Steve has been stone-cold girl-sober ever since. It’s been almost three months, but he keeps saying that it’s not that interesting anymore or something like that.” She glanced at him, and you followed her eyes; Steve was still on the dancefloor, but looked wholly annoyed at the blonde, who was currently dry humping his leg. “Want to know the weirdest part, other than the fact that nobody knows who the mystery heartbreaker is?” You scoffed. “He can’t be brokenhearted over a one-night stand.” She lifted her perfect eyebrow. “I beg to differ. He came down the next morning asking about her, and he was wearing this ring, and I think she might’ve left it behind. Like, Steve doesn’t do jewelry, right, but now? He wears that ring on his pinky at all times. It doesn’t fit him at all, so it’s like almost at the tip of his finger, but still. Never takes it off.” You were seething. Asshole. One thing was being another notch in his virginity-belt, but it was something else entirely to flaunt it to everyone.

Maybe nobody knew who you were right now, but it wouldn’t take much to figure out. “I’ll be right back, Wanda.” You said through gritted teeth and caught Steve’s eyes when you stood from your seat, nodding towards the back of the house, where you knew his room was. He cocked an eyebrow at you and nodded once, nearly indiscernible, and began whispering something to the blonde. You didn’t wait to see her reaction, but walked with fast feet to his room, and went inside.

The memories flooded you, as soon as his scent hit your nose; your moans echoed in your head, his tongue had imprinted itself on your body, and it made you shiver. You shouldn’t think about that right now, because you were angry and just wanted your damn ring back. You were pacing the room, when he came in.

“Hiya, sweets.” You glared at him with narrowed eyes. “Don’t sweets me. I want my ring back.” He glanced down at his hand and held it out in front of him with a smirk on his lips. “This ring?” You caught the silver shine of your ring on his pinky. He twisted it around and you huffed. “My ring, asshole. Do you really need proof that you fucked a virgin?” His eyebrows shot up. “That’s some hell of a mouth for a virgin.” You rolled your eyes and damned yourself to hell for your body’s reaction to his voice. You ignored the growing dampness in your underwear. “I was a virgin, not a fucking nun.” He chuckled darkly and you sucked in a sharp breath at the sound. “I didn’t want to be another notch, Steve, and I definitely don’t want to be a prized passion to remind yourself of your feat.” He twirled the ring again. “Who said you were a notch?” You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. The music was loud but muted slightly through the door and you could feel the bass in your entire body. “Literally half the campus.” “And that’s believable?” “Yes.” You cocked a brow at him and extended your hand. “My ring, please.” “At least you know how to ask nicely.” He hummed for a moment. “What’s in it for me, Y/N?” “Oh, my God, are you fucking kidding me?” You threw your arms out in frustration. “You need something in return for something you stole?” He chuckled again and leaned against the door. “Sweetheart, I didn’t steal anything. You left it here, and finders keepers and all that.” You laughed mirthlessly. “You’re actually a real piece of shit, you know that captain?” You knew it would get a rise out of him to call him that. He hated it. “Stop that, you know I hate it.” “Give me my ring.” “I don’t think I will.” He twirled it again. “It’s a nice reminder of the girl, who seemingly had the best time of her life with me.” You scoffed. “You really think a lot of yourself, don’t you?” He tilted his head. “Do enlighten me.” He grinned again and you wanted to remove his dick and make him choke on it. “You…” You glowered. “I don’t want to talk to you for longer than necessary, so can I please, just have my fucking ring back?” “No.” “What the fuck, Steve?” “No, what the fuck, Y/N?” He pushed off the door and stalked to you, towering over you. Your breath hitched. “You left in the middle of the night…” “It was six in the morning, but okay…” He ignored you. “Didn’t leave a number, not even a fucking thank you Steven for the most mindblowing night of my life, and you come back here and act all pissy with me, because I wear a ring, I found in my bedroom? You’ve got some nerve, you brat.” “I’m not a fucking brat. You’re an asshole, and I really am not in the mood be here, much less entertain this conversation with you.” He smiled predatorily at you and bent his head a little. “What? You got scared, little girl? After I fucked you stupid, you got scared that I’d what, brag about it to everyone? Let everyone know what a good, little whore you were?” You gaped at him. The fucking nerve. “And you come back here, act like a spoiled brat, can’t even look at me, and think I’m just, what, going to hand the fucking ring back over?” He yanked it free from his finger, and you saw the faint outline of it on his thick finger. “Here, take it. It wasn’t something I kept to show off, just FYI.” He looked slightly pained now. “I kept it, because it was the only thing, I had to remind me of you.” You scoffed and took the ring from him, ignoring your heart thudding wildly against your ribs. “Fuck you, Steve. You knew you could ask Bucky, Joaquin, Sam, Wanda or Nat and they’d probably give you my number. You could’ve asked around. You didn’t care, and you still don’t, because you never do. That’s at least what your previous conquests have said. Loudly, I might add.” You said, pushing the ring back on your finger.

It was funny, it felt almost foreign on you now.

“Oh, shut the hell up. You’d rather listen to girls, who spent a night in here than stay behind to get to know me? You’re stupider than I thought I made you.” He laughed angrily, his eyes burning holes into you. “I wanted to get to know you, Y/N, and you disappeared because you were scared and confused, and instead of handling it like a big girl, you ran off.” He frowned. “And here I thought you were a smart girl, Y/N.” He stood to his full height and gestured to the door. Tears were burning in your eyes as you strode to the door. “I didn’t tell anyone, you know. Just for the record, I easily could’ve, but I didn’t.” “Oh, so because you had opportunity to tell and didn’t, you’re commendable?” You asked, your back turned to him. You hated to admit it, but it did make you feel a little more at ease. He groaned. “Jesus fucking Christ, I can’t say anything to you? You’re so damn defensive, it’s honestly heartbreaking.” “You’re a dick, Steve.” You turned to look at him and smiled at him with as much venom as you could. “Go find another hole to fill, you seem to do that very well.”

It was the wrong thing to say, because his eyes flared up and in a single stride, he was in front of you, pushing the door closed again and caged you with his arms. “Don’t you fucking try me, Y/N.” You glared at him. “I already did, thanks.” He growled and got close enough for you to feel the tip of his nose brush against yours. “You’re skating on thin ice, right now.” He glared at you, and you tried your best to not squirm, because his damn body this close to yours made you feel tingly. “Fuck you. I got what I wanted, so did you, clearly, so let’s leave it at that.” He didn’t like this. “Oh my God, Y/N!” he rolled his eyes. “You’ve got some fucking nerve, coming into my room and acting like I did you a disservice or some shit, because you decided to believe rumors.” His lips turned up in a dangerous smile and his eyes glinted. “You sure as hell didn’t have a problem with it at Halloween. My… Reputation.” You bit your lip. “Actually, you seemed pretty happy about the fucking reputation, because, and Ill quote you: That just means experience, which I need.” “Well…” “No, don’t try to get out of this one. In fact, I’m pretty sure that if I just slid my fingers down…” His fingers slid from the door to your waist, slowly sliding down to your absolute asshole of a pussy, who was – indeed – soaking through your underwear. He hissed when he felt it, and your hips bucked. “Hm. What do you have to say to that, Y/N?” you couldn’t say anything, not really, because his stupid fingers were rubbing circles on your clit through the damp fabric, and your brain was malfunctioning. “So quiet… Did I already make you so fucking dumb, huh? All you needed was my fingers?” You moaned when he pushed against your entrance through the fabric. “Tell me. You want this?” He asked, his lips grazing your neck. Fucking hell.

“Yes.” You mumbled. He snapped to face you again, pressing harder against you. “No, I need clear words, baby. Do you want this?” He asked again, now moving his fingers to the elastic of your panties, his fingers dipping inside. “Yes! Fuck, yes!” you said quickly, when his fingers found your clit. It was all he needed.

He growled and removed his fingers, lifted you from the ground and threw you back on his bed, before he descended hungrily on you. The kiss was angry and full of teeth and tongue, but fuck, it felt good. He groaned against you, pulling the elastic on your panties and letting it fall back with a snap. “Get these off.” You rolled your eyes but did it as soon as he stood up from the bed to remove his own clothing. You quickly removed your panties along with your dress, chest heaving, and your entire body shuddered at the look, he sent you. Steve climbed on the bed and kissed you again, his fingers finding their previous spot on your clit and dipping inside of you. You gasped at the intrusion, and your back arched, allowing him to catch your nipple with his lips. “Fuck, it feels good to have my fingers in you again, baby…” He moaned around your nipple and sped up. How on earth, he managed to coax you to near an orgasm already, you didn’t understand, but you were barely breathing, and your legs shook. “Come on, baby, tell me…” His teeth tugged on your nipple, and you mewled. “Am I who you think about when you’re alone in bed… Touching yourself, huh?” He sped up and curled his fingers. “Y-yes… shit, yes…” You moaned. All pretense of being unaffected by him or not thinking about him was long gone. “Good girl… You want to cum?” He asked, licking wet trails on your breast. “Please…” You breathed it out, and in the same moment, he stilled. “Earn it.” Fuck him. “Wh-what?” you gasped, his fingers still in you and a shit-eating grin on his lips. “Earn it, baby. Apologize.” He kissed you again. “Tell me what you’ve thought of me doing to you, when you’re all alone, touching yourself like this…” He moved his fingers slowly and stopped in the same second as a stuttering moan fell from your lips. “Fuck you.” You mumbled. “Later.” He grinned. “Come now, kitten, speak up.” You groaned and caught his eyes; he was enjoying it. “I’m… Oh…” He twitched his fingers. “I’m s-sorry!” You cried. He moved slowly now, steadily drawing you nearer the edge again. “I’ve… Fuck… I-I’ve thought of you fucking me…” You said, and despite your haze of lust, you still felt your cheeks heat up. “I’ve imagined you fucking me so hard, I couldn’t walk…” “Oh, atta girl.” He mumbled, fingers moving faster now. “But… I-I couldn’t make myself, fucking shit, m-make myself cu-um…” You moaned loudly again. “Because my fingers weren’t enough… Please, S-Steve, I just want to…” “You can cum, pretty girl.” He sped up and attacked your nipple again, and you came undone; his fingers moved so fast and perfectly against every spot, that made you see stars, you wouldn’t have been able to hold back, even if you tried. You screamed as you came, grabbing his bare shoulders roughly, crescent moons indented in his skin form your nails, as he fucked you through your orgasm. “Good girl, look at you… making a mess of me, aren’t you?” he chuckled. “Remember last time, baby?” You nodded and couldn’t help the smile on your lips. “Eager, huh? Come and get it, then.” He moved away from you and flopped down on his back, his large, veiny cock protruding from his body. You nearly drooled at the sight. “Make it nice and wet for me, baby…” He whispered. Yes, sir.

You slowly licked a long stripe along the underside of him, flattening your tongue as you reached a sensitive spot right under the head, and slowly sucked him into your mouth. He tensed up and hissed as you took more and more into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and allowed him deeper. When he hit the back of your throat, you bobbed your head slightly, getting a feel of him, your jaw already aching – he was big, but you were determined to impress. You knew you had some skill. You gagged around his length as you forced him deeper, spit drippling from your mouth to the bed, and he moaned, and his cock twitched in your throat. “Such a good fucking whore, huh, Y/N? Taking me so deeply… Shit…” He moaned again and your lips stretched into a smile around him, before you began moving for real this time – you picked up speed, now feeling pretty confident in the fact, that you weren’t going to throw up all over him, and he met your movements with small thrusts. “Baby… Fuck, you need to… ah… Baby girl, you n-need to stop, sweetheart… I don’t want to… Fuck…” his hand went to your hair and pulled you gently from his cock, and you let it go with a loud pop, his cock bouncing back against his stomach. “Did I do good, daddy?” you asked with wide eyes. “Oh, fuck, you’re dangerous, baby.” He grinned, and pulled you to his side, turning your back to him. “You think it’s wet enough for you?” You moaned as a response. “Do you think you’ve earned it, baby?” He whispered, his lips ghosting against your shoulder. I swear to everything that’s real, Steve, if you don’t…” You didn’t get to finish your sentence, because he pushed slowly inside of you. You gasped and hissed at the stretch, although it wasn’t unwelcome. When he bottomed out, you both sighed. “It’s like you were fucking made for me…” he mumbled, more to himself than to you. You moaned. “Move, Steve…” You gasped. “Baby, I gotta let you adjust, or…” “Don’t. Just… Fucking take me.” You moaned, grabbing the hand that rested on your hip and dragged it to your chest, letting his fingers tug on your nipple. He moved and began dragging his cock against your walls – spooning you, he managed to get even deeper than you could’ve imagined him being and you rolled your hips to meet him. It was intimate, and way more than you thought him to be, but he buried his face in the crook of your neck and sped up, fingers intertwining with yours over your breast. “You feel fucking amazing… Fuck, I’ve dreamt of being inside of you since Halloween…” He groaned and slammed his cock inside of you, working faster and faster. You were shaking around him, your walls pulsing and dragging him further in. “You’re taking me so well, baby…” That did you in. you came with a shout, your body tensing up and your legs shaking, while he fucked you deeply; it felt as if you had been lit on fire, but you didn’t mind it at all. It almost hurt, but you wanted more from him – it was addictive. “Fuck, Steve!” You shouted his name, and he moved his hand from your chest to your mouth, holding you tightly as he fucked you with ferocity. “Shh, baby, you don’t want anyone to hear you get fucked like… ah… Fuck, by me, do you?” Honestly? You couldn’t give a rat’s ass right now. You’d let your pastor hear you, for all you cared, because you wanted everyone to know that he did this to you. “Oh, you like that, don’t you? You want people to hear you get fucked…” He pushed further inside of you, and you saw stars, mewling at the pressure. His speed was stuttering, his grip over your mouth tightening. “Fucked by me, huh? That nice, little, pretty… fucking hell… Girl, getting fucking split open by my cock?” He moaned in your ear, and you were barely hanging on by your fingernails at this point. “Fuck, baby, I’m going to…” He groaned and sped up. “one more, baby, one more for me… I need you to cum for me… I need to feel it, baby, please…” His fingers left your mouth and traveled to your clit, where he began rubbing determined circles on it, sending sparks of pleasure through your body. “Ste-eve… Oh my god…” You whined and when he bit down on the sensitive skin at the juncture of your shoulder and neck, you lost control completely. You came with a shriek, your body tensing and toes curling, wetness gushing from you; your heart was thumping wildly in your chest, and the orgasm felt like it had shattered you, put you back together and tied you up with Steve.

“Fuck!” He grunted and pulled out of you, shooting hot spurts of cum on your hip and ass, painting you with white. You moaned at the feeling and his sweaty forehead fell back against your shoulder, as you both caught your breaths. “I’ll get you a towel, hang on.” “Mhm…” You didn’t have the capacity to answer, simply too blissed out. He left for what felt like a second with a damp towel and began cleaning you up. You turned to your back, when he threw the towel on the ground and settled next to you, drawing lazy circles on your stomach, goosebumps appearing, where his fingers traveled.

“You know, I, uh… I really didn’t want you to leave the last time.” He said slowly. You turned to face him and was surprised at the softness and shyness that graced his features. “I thought that was just your… M.O.” You replied, equally as soft. He shook his head and kissed your shoulder. “Maybe it used to be. I, uh, yeah… I’ve had a thing for you for a while.” He confessed. “What?” “Yeah. Ask Bucky, he’s about to explode with my Y/N this and Y/N that.” He chuckled. “I felt ridiculously lucky to have you in my bed that night, especially since it was a first for you… And when I woke up alone the next morning, I just… Yeah.” You could feel the disappointment seep from him and instantly felt guilty. “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have a thing for you, too, you know.” You smiled. “I… I was scared. Your reputation does exceed you, Steve. I was sure I was going to be another virgin, you’d added to the collection, and when I saw you wear my ring…” “It’s a purity ring, right?” He asked. You nodded and slowly removed it from your finger. The music from the party had changed to a slow How can you mend a broken heart by Al Green, which seemed fitting for the moment, and you slid the ring back on Steve’s pinky. “We can make it a promise ring instead.” “Oh?” He looked down at it with the softest eyes, you had ever seen. It was like you had given him the most precious thing on earth. “Mhm. A promise that I won’t run out on you again, and that I wasn’t just another piece to your collection.” “I’ve never even been with a virgin before you.” Your eyes widened. “But… Julia said…” “Julia Becker?” He laughed and cupped your face, kissing your nose. “She’s just angry I didn’t want her. I promise you, my reputation is literally just rumors. I don’t want or need anyone else.” You sighed – an invisible weight had been lifted from your shoulders, a weight, you didn’t even know you carried around. “So… You want to stay here?” He asked, kissing you again. “What about the party?” “Fuck the party. I honestly don’t give a shit about it. I’ve got you, right?” He asked earnestly. “Yeah, you got me.”

When you came into the kitchen the next morning, wearing Steve’s t-shirt (that fit you sort of like a dress, that giant man) and your hand secured in his, both of you smiling like idiots, Bucky and Sam both gaped at you, before Bucky hit Sam on the arm.

“I told you it was Y/N!” “But… She has taste, Buck. Steve is not taste, Steve is… Unsalted peanuts.” Steve rolled his eyes. “Fuck you too, Sam. Anybody making coffee, or does my girl have to go without her morning dose of brain-juice?” You grinned. “Y/N, have you been brainwashed?” Bucky asked with a sly grin. “Shut the fuck up, Barnes.” Steve grunted, but you could feel the pride rolling off of Steve as he pulled you tightly. “Seriously, does he have something on you to force you into this? Is he calling you something that you don’t want to get out?” Bucky scrunched up his nose. “Because I literally can’t understand what you are doing with that jerk.” Steve shrugged and winked at you. “Well, she calls me daddy, so…”

You both laughed at the boys gagging.

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Day Thirty-One - Rosekiller Finale

TW: NSFW - it’s pure smut, light BDSM

March Daily Series - 1467 words

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Remember the rules,” Evan said, holding up his hands. “Go slow. You can’t make me cum until I say ‘please’ and you have to stop touching if I let go of the headboard.”

Barty grumbled as he looped the silk scarf around Evan’s wrists, “But you never say ‘please.’”

“Only because you get overexcited.” Evan flicked the tip of his nose, then laughed at Barty’s incredulous expression. “Simp.”

“Guilty, I like making you scream.”

Evan’s smirk widened as he leaned in to kiss Barty properly. It quickly became all tongue and teeth as Evan bit his lips until his cock strained against his pants. Barty’s vision went white for a moment as he panted into Evan’s mouth and waited for the soreness to ease.

Until his piercings healed, Barty was limited to bringing Evan off for the next two weeks. He was more than eager to do so, but Evan was intent on punishing him. Affectionately, of course.

“Speak philosophy to me,” Evan whispered against his lips. “A nice one to start. Something lovely.”

Good distraction. I’ll take it.

“True love cannot be found where it does not exist, nor can be denied where it does,” Barty murmured as he kissed along Evan’s jaw and down his neck. Gently, he lifted the joined hands over Evan’s head. “Grab the headboard.”

His tongue trailed leisurely down his stunning body, toying with the bar in each nipple until Evan cursed under his breath. Barty kissed each of his moles, then nipped at his hip bones to make him squirm. He’d missed every inch of this beautiful man and intended to show him exactly how much now that Evan was his again.

“Tell me another one,” Evan insisted, his shoulders lifting off the bed as he adjusted his grip on the metal spindles. “Your mind is so fucking sexy.”

Barty’s neck burned at the compliment. “God is dead, and we have killed him.”

Evan rolled his shoulders and scoffed, “We should do it again. I’d like a go at his massive ego.”

“I’d hold him down for you, Rosie, so you can behead him,” he promised.

Evan’s laugh was breathless and ended in a low whine when Barty finally wrapped his tongue around the tip of his cock. “So glad you put the tongue ring back in.”

“Just for you,” he said, rubbing the metal ball along the throbbing vein underneath. Barty was delighted by Evan’s groan and the shiver that raced up his spine. “I know you love it.”

“Fuck, yes!”

After three days of patching things up with everyone that demanded an apology from him, Barty was relieved to be back where he really belonged: between Evan’s thighs.

I should build an altar for him, then ask him to bend me over it.

He grinned at the thought, then bit the tender skin just to hear his boyfriend yelp. Barty swallowed him straight down his throat and nestled his nose against the sandy curls for a long, torturous moment, then bobbed up and down his length with slow, deep strokes.

The rings on Evan’s trembling hands rattled against the metal spindles of the headboard. Barty moaned as he deep-throated his cock and swallowed around the tip over and over again. He was already losing the plot.

Evan gasped, “Bloody hell.”

All of his sounds were delicious, soul-fortifying snacks, and Barty couldn’t get enough of them. He loved the way Evan squirmed and writhed underneath him, but he needed to hear him scream his name. Everything that Evan gave him was precious and he intended to worship him as fervently and as often as possible, even if he was lectured for it.

“I’m close,” Evan warned through clenched teeth, undulating his hips against Barty’s face until his vision blurred. “I’m too close! So…fucking…close.”

Barty gripped his hips with both hands and pulled off of his cock completely. Evan huffed in protest, trying to chase Barty’s mouth, but he was determined to get there his way. Barty ducked lower and tossed Evan’s legs onto his shoulders.

“Slow down,” Evan said, panting heavily.

“I’m trying,” he insisted. Barty leaned in and teased Evan’s rim with the silver ball in his tongue until he relaxed enough to let him in, then flicked it inside. “Say it, Rosie.”

Evan pressed his lips together as he moaned and refused to let the word slip. Barty probed deeper, hands gripping Evan’s arse. His hips jerked up as he stuttered, “Nnngh! N-Not happen…ing.”

With an impatient growl, Barty resorted to deep, lingering strokes of both his tongue and fingers as he battered Evan’s prostate. It was cheating, but he didn’t care. He wanted Evan to baptise him in cum. To acknowledge Barty as this beautiful flesh and blood god’s one and only supplicant. But first, Barty had to make him fucking beg!

“For fuck’s sake, Barty!” Evan cried out, back arching beautifully off of the bed as his swollen cock strained against his belly. “That’s the…spot!”

Evan kneed Barty in the shoulder and he immediately pulled back. His guttural groan of frustration sent goosebumps crawling over Evan’s skin.

“Go on, beg,” Barty demanded, aching to bury his face in Evan’s arse. One little ‘please’ and he was allowed to devour him whole. Barty licked Evan’s taint, then sucked one of his bollocks into his mouth. His patience had evaporated.

“Nice try.”

He watched Evan’s flushed face as he struggled with the scarf. Desperately, Barty swirled his tongue around the salty skin, then switched it out for the other bollock and sucked harder. The moment Evan’s fingers released the headboard, Barty stopped touching him altogether and punched the mattress.

“No, no! I’m not done!”

Ignoring him, Evan wrestled the scarf off of his hands and launched upright to grab Barty’s hair with one hand. “Calm down,” Evan ordered, fingernails scratching Barty’s scalp harshly as he used the other hand to grip his chin. “Open. Now.”

Barty whined, but complied. He sucked on two of Evan’s fingers soothingly until he pressed them down firmly on his tongue.

“You can’t just demand it, Barty. You have to earn it,” Evan said patiently. “Take your time to build it up.”

Evan’s words washed over him like a cool, comforting breeze. He forced his body to relax and nodded curtly. Slowly, Evan eased his fingers free.

“All good?” he checked.

“Yes,” Barty said, sufficiently chastened. “All good.”

Evan used both hands to card through Barty’s hair. “Self-control is learned. Keep trying, you’re doing so well.”

Barty pressed his nose into the crease between Evan’s thigh and hip, then inhaled deeply of the musky scent that was uniquely him. He wanted to make Evan happy, and Evan wanted him to calm the fuck down. There was a time for frantic, mind-numbing sex and this wasn’t it.

“That’s it, centre yourself,” Evan encouraged.

With a bolstered resolve, Barty eased Evan onto his back and hooked his arms under his legs, then pressed his knees into his chest. Once Evan was wide open to Barty’s gaze, he purposefully avoided all of his favourite places. For the next ten minutes, Barty laved his tongue over the rest of Evan’s body. He sucked bruises into his thighs and swirled his tongue around his nipples.

Evan praised him at first, but was growing increasingly frustrated. He huffed in annoyance and tugged at Barty’s hair. “Enough! Please.”

Grateful for the release from Evan’s restrictions, Barty surged forward and buried his face in his boyfriend’s arse. At once, Evan’s thighs squeezed tight around his neck and cut off his air flow. Barty’s head went dizzy and light, but he determinedly pressed forward.

Hands down, the best game they’ve ever played.

Evan’s hips rocked wildly against the bed as a string of filthy curses burst from his lips. Barty fucked his tongue into him as deep as he could reach. Loud, keening cries burst from Evan’s mouth when he finally came untouched. Barty replaced his tongue with his fingers and lifted his face to catch the stripes of cum with his face before they landed on the bed. He licked and sucked Evan’s cock until he’d drained him completely, then kept going until Evan’s body contorted from oversensitivity.

“Barty! Fuck!”

“You can go again. I know you can,” he said, lazily teasing Evan’s cock until his boyfriend’s chest heaved with each laboured breath.

Evan shoved his head away roughly and lay panting in the centre of the bed. “Such a prick.”

“Ungrateful cunt. You asked for it,” Barty retorted as he crawled up Evan’s body. ��And see what a mess you made?”

Evan unsuccessfully fought back a grin as Barty flopped onto the bed next to him. He turned onto his side and swirled his fingers over Barty’s face, gathering his cum and letting Barty suck it off.

“Better?”

“Much.”

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At gunpoint part II

Author: Aya-Fay

Fandom: Captain America

Pairing: Mobster!Sebastian Stan x fem!Reader; platonic Chris Evans x fem!Reader

Summary: Each of us has our own problems in lives and demons in souls. Some of us cope on our own, some of us need a little help from friends, and some of us go to a psychologist. Every problem has its own salvation, except for one – how to suppress the strongest desire to fuck your psychologist?

Warnings: smut; not protected sex. Sebastian is not really working as a psychologist. He has just taken over his Empire and needed a cover for some time.

Status: In-progress

My Sebastian Stan's masterlist and My Main Masterlist

Part I of this series may be found here: At gunpoint part I

Five years ago.

Dr. Stan's office was a long room, all the illumination of which consisted of two windows that overlooked the courtyard of the neighboring building, which blocked all the sun's rays, preventing them from entering the office even on the clearest days, leaving the doctor's office immersed in pleasant darkness. Opposite the front door was a small marble fireplace. It was flanked by a bookcase, made of solid black oak, with large panels, decorated with intricately carved mirrors, which occupied the entire space of the walls between the front door and the table. This magnificent bookcase contained a collection of rare and valuable books, luxuriously bound in red morocco, with coats of arms on covers and spines... A collection of German classics, Latin authors, and just a few scattered volumes of the most famous contemporary psychiatrists.

Opposite the bookcase, in the wall between the windows, rose a large bookcase for papers, also of carved black oak, and there were folders of red morocco with gold letters on it. That was the exact place where a plaster figurine, about half a meter high, depicting Jung stood on the highest shelf.

On the fireplace, adorned with a medium-sized mirror, were a brushed bronze alarm clock and two brown porcelain vases. The furniture of this dark and secluded room was completed by a large Voltaire armchair upholstered in natural leather, a massive writing desk, and four high-backed low chairs of black oak, upholstered in brown cloth with long silk fringe of the same color.

The whole office is immersed in twilight; long black shadows rise from dark corners to the ceiling; it seems that someone is hiding there and looking at a bright spot above a large table. Without thinking twice, Y/N climbed with her feet into a large leather chair and, pressing her chin to her knees, carefully studied the situation, trying neither breathe nor move.

Dr. Stan who entered the office had not yet noticed her, and therefore she had a chance to examine him better: the man looked to be no more than 35, styled short dark hair and dark eyes were intensely looking for something among the shelves with books. Unbeknownst to Y/N, Sebastian was aware of her presence as well as she was of his, the moment he entered the office. Everyone had their sins.

Smirking, Y/N turned away from the doctor and stared at the magazine, continuing to watch the motionless man from under her eyelashes.

“I always wanted to know if this work with nymphomaniacs too?” Sebastian asked in a low voice, suddenly being in front of the girl, leaning towards her. The tone was partly friendly and trusting, partly tempting. In general, the usual tone of a man interested in a woman. The only difference was that you came here to fight addiction, not surrender to it.

Y/N made an effort to pull herself out of her thoughts and understand what Dr. Stan was talking about.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?”

Sebastian nodded at the magazine in girl's hands, open on an unexpectedly revealing lingerie advertisement. All this time, immersed in her thoughts, she looked at the page, not realizing what was depicted there. And so now, having glanced over the page, she thought that she would not actually mind at all being in the place of the young model, who was tilted to the table, whose legs were spread to the side. The man in his thirties who was holding the model by her neck in place was strangely reminding her psychologist. Male model’s crouch was tightly pressed into female model’s back. The poses were a bit odd so it was probably heavily edited with Photoshop. The meaning of Sebastian's question still eluded her.

“Sir, I still don't really understand what you're talking about.” The girl mumbled noticing how man’s posture changed at the word Sir. Interesting reaction.

“You've been staring at this advertisement for almost five minutes. This indicates a certain interest. Name’s Sebastian” Sebastian smirked fully aware of his sudden non-professional interest in this girl. “Why do you think you are here?” He asked the girl finally sitting in front of her.

Y/N shrugged her shoulders and smiled. “Well, my friend considers me to be a pervert, because I am interested in…” She looked straight into man’s storming blue eyes liking her lips “older man. Daddy issues, you know. What even kind of disease is that? ”

Sebastian chuckled, clearly understanding that if her friend knew about his desires and interests she would sue him not gave her friend for him to cure.

“I think you're right, there is no such disease, and it's quite normal, unless you like old man with bald heads.” His response took her by surprise; apparently she was waiting for a completely different turn of events.

“Would you like some tea?” He asked watching her face closely. She definitely didn’t want to leave. He didn’t want for her to leave either.

She bit her lip derisively, stood up and put her elbows on the armrests of his chair, bending closer to the man, trapping him in her presence.

The man was clenching and unclenching his fists, and the jaws on his cheekbones were trembling, and she almost laughed in his face at how comical and stupid he looked trying to conceal his desire. Suddenly he roughly squeezed her hands, pulled her closer to him so that their noses almost touched. Y/N exhaled raggedly and ran her eyes over Sebastian’s face.

“Listen, if you were not my patient and we were not restricted by ethic I would fuck you right here on the table.” He whispered through gritted teeth.

She freed one of her hands, raised it to her face and playfully bit the tip of her finger, watching with pleasure how his beautiful face was distorted with poorly controlled lust. “How is that a problem? Sir, I am no teenager anymore and I would definitely jump your bones with pleasure.”

Furrowing his eyebrows and staring at young girl incomprehensibly, Sebastian exhaled in confusion, abruptly moved away and dug his fingers into the dark strands, pulling them away from the roots. She raised her fist to her mouth and chuckled softly at his sight, wanting to prolong this moment when such man really looks absent-minded. The only thing she didn’t take into account was the complete silence which let Sebastian hear her laughter clearly. She has already sat on the table resting her hands on it.

“So you are not worried at all?” he asks briefly turning around to face Y/N, loosening his tie, and then taking it off completely. It was much easier to control and cure others than to get hold of his own demons and emotions. With each word she said to him he could feel how impulses run through the whole body, anger that started to peak its head due to her outright impudence finally turned into complete lust and he found himself wanting to fuck this girl in the dirtiest positions.

“I just give in to this game unlike you” she seductively smiles at him, but all her bravado and playfulness disappear instantly the moment she felt a hot hand closing on her neck, and a man's knee pushing her legs apart and a heavy body literally leaning on her now. Looking up, she sees how wildly Sebastian was looking at her and she quickly came to one right conclusion that it would be better for her to keep quiet now.

Swallowing thick saliva hard, she felt his free hand squeezing her waist, pulling her closer and the only thing she could feel is how her legs are trembling in excitement.

“What a fucking tease you are, Y/N,” Sebastian leans down to her and hisses in her face. The fingers on her neck squeeze harder and pull forward, so she automatically leans in to meet the embittered face. “Unbearable, arrogant, deliciously smelling and sexy beautiful tease.”

Normal, mentally stable person would choke on such vulgar words addressed to her and would definitely feel insulted, but Y/N was not such woman. She felt desire flared up inside her as her red underwear became godlessly wet, and she frantically tried to bring her thighs together, ignoring the fact that a man was standing between them.

She only has time to notice a predatory grin on a man’s face with a blurred gaze and before she could even squeak or process what was happening, Sebastian abruptly lowered her onto the table completely while she brought her legs together on his lower back.

“So you are indeed in my game. Did you close the door?” she hoarse with not her own voice when male fingers found their way to girl’s hips and furiously tore expensive nylon tights. She put her hands on his chest, trying to push the man a bit to see the answer to her question. He nodded unable to speak and squeezed her neck harder to shift the focus to himself.

Sebastian lifts up the hem of a light dress to the waist and quickly takes off her soaked underwear. She probably should have been ashamed of such a reaction of her body, but male fingers slide between the labia, and then burst into her body, instantly picking up a frantic pace.

“Did you really think that I would endure your arrogance in front of my nose?” His hoarse voice intoxicated and clouded her mind better than any expensive alcohol, and she rolled her eyes, enjoying it. “Rejoice, Y/N, because I have taken care of the confidentiality of our rendezvous, and I will fuck you properly so the only word would be left in that pretty head of yours. Sir.”

She could feel that she was beginning to choke on her own moans, which, due to the pressure on her throat, could not escape from her mouth, and she frantically tried to inhale at least some air into her lungs, but Sebastian, apparently, decided to ignore her need to breathe.

When his rough lips covered hers with a rough kiss, while his fingers continued forward movements from the inside, pushing the walls apart and pressing on the right points, she surrendered to his hot body. She slid her hips closer to the edge of the table and hooked her hands on the man's neck, responding to Sebastian's kiss with full passion.

Drowning in the animal lust that her psychologist gave her, she did not think about the consequences of their rash sex. Yes, she definitely wanted Sebastian it was pointless to deny, but now she was coming to the conclusion that she would prefer to have him in a more romantic setting, and not when he laid her out on the table the way he wanted himself, and his long aesthetic fingers were fucking her so well that, she was going to surrender to her Sir for a long time. She knew why she was here, but she could feel unknown prick of conscience that she was here by someone’s command.

Breaking their kiss, he moved his hand from girl’s neck to chest and squeezed it hard, pulling out a loud moan from her swollen lips. Y/N threw hr head back and completely surrendered to the sensations of fullness when Sebastian added a third finger while pressing another one on her clitoris rubbing circles. She felt the blood running through the veins, and all the nerve endings and tension that had accumulated during the whole time that she had no sex gathered in one point.

Desperately whimpering, she begged Sebastian to speed up, although it seemed that it was no longer possible to move faster, and when she felt the first weak impulse of orgasm, the feeling of the man’s fingers in her abruptly stopped, leaving a painful emptiness.

In a hurry, she opened her eyes and saw how Sebastian was taking off his pants along with boxers, taking out his cock, pumping it. Putting his member to her entrance, he ran his fingers along the labia, collecting lubricant.

“Lustful little girl, now you will carefully watch right in my eyes the whole time as I will fuck you into this table and I do not advise you to look away or roll your eyes. You will not like the punishment.” Sebastian whispered and entered her, starting to quickly knock her into the table.

Feelings of bliss went beyond her body and soul, and the sight of how a muscular body was driven deep into her, lifted Y/N somewhere higher than heaven, and his tense hand, which squeezed her neck, did not give her any doubt that the man, towering over me, finally took off the mask he was wearing outside of this room.

Biting her lip painfully and clutching the edge of the table with her nails, she inhaled and exhaled convulsively, because Sebastian was fucking her rough, forgetting about teasing all at once. She was swallowed in such unbridled pleasure, when it seemed that she was about to be torn apart by conflicting emotions, starting with a slight pain from the touch of the bodies, ending with a sweet bliss that ran through the veins like a current, with every push of the male body into her as she surrenders to his power.

With another rough push, a quiet moan escaped her lips as she felt how her body, with every movement of the member inside, went into the bliss, and the limbs trembled. She blinked rapidly as she felt the knot in her lower abdomen rip apart, and she moaned loudly, looking into Sebastian’s eyes., finally finding her bliss. He was close as his pace was quickly speeding up. For a moment she saw admiration and satisfaction flash in his eyes, but all this quickly disappeared behind a veil of lust and desire. The moment he threw his head back and growled loudly as he came, was probably one of the most beautiful signs in her life.

“Thank you, Sir” She said in mere whisper not fully knowing what exactly to say.

“Such a good girl I got here.” He smiled, gently and quite unexpectedly stroking her cheek and swollen lips. "So obedient."

With a satisfied grunt, he quickly pulled on his trousers and fastened his belt under her studying gaze, picked up his shirt from the floor and, looking at Y/N with satisfied eyes, quickly buttoned it.

“Get up off the floor, Y/N, and put yourself in order,” he said, sinking into his chair, taking his eyes off her stunned face. “We'll meet soon. I’ll make sure of that.”

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