#vdaybreedchallenge

[ramp-it-up]

Candydrip

Summary: Steve wants you back, body and soul. A white dress meant for someone else won’t stop him.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word count: 1.5K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. ANGST!SMUT! Not Beta’d. Read at your own risk., ANGST, Toxic Steve, Toxic Reader, Cheating, unprotected sex (wrap it up folks), choking, spit play, size kink, nipple twisting, pleasurable pain, wall sex, cream pie, breeding kink, cum play, aftercare, and a hint of time travel if you squint.

A/N: This is my WAYYYYY LATE contribution for @princessphilly #vdaybreedchallenge. I’m sorry Love, I’m struggling a bit, lol. You can read this as a companion to Another Lonely Christmas. Or not. Let me know what you think.

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This is inspired by this song:

“I hate you Steve.”

You slapped him, full of rage. Among other things.

He looked at you and smiled, unfazed by the blow.

“I know.”

That look of love was too much, so you turned away.

“But I also know that you love me.”

You shook your head no, unable to give him what he wanted.

Steve’s hand floated up your neck, grasped your chin and turned it back toward him.

“Look at me.”

You glared at him as he clasped your throat and squeezed, cutting off air flow. Your head got swimmy as his baritone voice commanded you.

“Fuck yourself on my cock like you hate me then.”

Steve leaned back and pulled his other hand away from your ass, draping it around the back of the couch as you fluttered around him, causing him to gulp and ease up on your throat as your hands traveled from his broad shoulders to his taught stomach.You felt the muscles there, and ventured lower, fingering the blond tuft of hair that peeked out around his super soldier dick, and which you were now soaking because of him.

“Look at that sweet liquid candy dripping around me. Looks delicious. Making me drool.”

He looked at you.

“I’m addicted.”

Those blue eyes were too much and you were relieved when Steve looked back down with you to where you two were connected and licked his lips, allowing his saliva to drip down and further claim you as his own, even though there was no need for more lubrication. He looked back up at you, eyes blazing, lips red and trembling. You involuntarily clenched on his cock again.

“Move.”

His voice was a gravelly command, a feint to hide his desperation. He leaned forward and claimed your mouth, fighting with you to exert dominance.

The kiss was raw as your feelings, and Steve amped them up by twisting your nipples, adding to the emotion and lust of the moment with more exquisite pain. You cried out and started moving to seek your release.

You knew what he wanted, to spill his seed inside you and have you fall pregnant with his child. It would be something that you couldn’t, and wouldn’t deny, and would bind you together forever.

You were weak from your denial. Your strength in holding out was gone and now all you wanted was the warm flood of super soldier spend inside you. You didn't care that Steve wanted it as well. You put away your anger and give in.

Fuck what you wanted. Steve Rogers was what you needed.

Your thighs started to burn as you began to move up and down in a controlled fashion, slowly adjusting to his girth again after only a couple of days. You relished the feel of the long, thick shaft of his manhood as he made you look him in the eyes once more.

One part of his mouth lifted in a side smile and you both knew that no one else could give you anything like this. It made you angry and Steve proud to supply it to you, although you could not say the same.

The other man didn’t matter to Steve, it didn’t even matter that you were set to marry that other man in two weeks, because Steve was sure you’d make the right decision. He knew it from the first time you let him back into your apartment that cold night a month ago.

Guilt would not let you enjoy what you needed, however, and Clark’s face tried to fill you mind as you were with Steve. In order to wipe that vision from your mind, you started to fuck yourself on Steve’s cock hard, slamming down on him, stretch be damned. You were punishing yourself for the sin of cheating on a man who loved you dearly because you were entangled with the one who hurt you, punishing yourself with pleasure.

Clark was your rock. But Steve was your air.

Steve let go of your neck and held your waist, watching with awe as your soaked cunt swallowed and released his cock with probographic grace.

“Your pussy is so beautiful, Sweetheart. You’re divine.”

He rubbed his thumb on your clit and then up and down your slit which was stretched around his dick. He looked up at you with those azure eyes as he brought his thumb to his mouth. He sucked it, then pulled it from his red pouty lips and pressed it into your mouth.

“Taste.”

You moaned around his thumb as your pussy tembled and made him groan.

“Do you know that I’ve drawn your cunt from memory? Makes me almost cum every damn time.”

You leaned your forehead against his and you both continued to watch your private show. Sweat dripped down both of your faces as your breaths huffed and mingled in the space between you, and you watched the act instead of each other’s eyes.

This wasn’t making love; this was reclamation and denial; a carnal struggle of wills that you already knew was lost. But you weren’t ready to admit it.

“Cum for me baby. Let me know that you are still mine with your body, since you refuse to tell me. I need you… I need you to…”

A sob tore from your throat as you came, all of the emotions you were feeling tumbling out of you in a wail instead of coherency.

You collapsed, a rag doll in his arms, and you felt his massive thighs flex as he picked you up, carefully holding you in place around him, not wanting to let his cum fall out of you.

You sighed and wrapped your arms around his neck, exhausted, emotional and at his mercy as you inhaled his sweet musk. You whimpered as you felt him jerk inside you. Of course Steve was still hard even after release.

The sensation was new; before he left Steve always pulled out because he was sure that his super swimmers would get you pregnant immediately. He always said you had time for that, but ever since you let him back inside your home, he was insistent on filling you up. And you didn’t deny him, even though you should have.

Steve’s sense of urgency was high. Two weeks in the future a wedding threatened to take you away from him. He’d seen it for himself.

Your back was against the wall now and you couldn’t help but look into his eyes.

“I love you.”

Steve started moving inside you slowly, your aching, used pussy clenching around him as his cock dragged against all of your nerve endings. But your heart is what hurt the most.

“No…”

You whispered it, shaking your head as tears rolled down your face. Steve kissed the tears away and leaned back to nod his head.

“Yes.”

He seated himself all the way inside you as he pulsed more cum out of his still rock hard dick.

“I do love you, Sweetheart. And I know that you l–”

You grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him toward you, shutting him up with a kiss. Four weeks of wooing you with his devotion and his dick had finally paid off, because you finally kissed him.

Steve smiled as you released his lips and then you leaned back against the wall to allow him to fuck you better. He took advantage of the new angle to trace your sweat soaked body with one hand as his large cock lit you up from the inside. Your combined fluids started to drip on the floor, but Steve didn’t stop until you fluttered and came around his still-stiff cock once again.

You were limp as he carried you into your bedroom and laid you down. He licked the fluid from your thighs, but carefully pushed the cum that was dripping out of your swollen cunt back in with his fingers. He leaned up and let you watch him suck you off of them before he went and got a warm towel to clean your legs carefully, making sure to keep what he’d given you inside.

Your eyes were heavy as you tried to fight sleep, but Steve made sure that you were too tired to get up and have a shower before he got dressed to leave.

“Rest, Sweetheart. I’ll be back in a couple of days.”

You frowned as he pulled on his leather jacket over his t-shirt. He slipped the hoodie he’d been wearing over your head, making you warm and cozy and enveloped in his scent.

Steve Rogers was a smart man.

“I won’t let you in. I’m still marrying Clark.”

Steve smiled ruefully, as if he didn’t believe you. He walked over to where your wedding dress was hanging on your closet door.

“Pretty white dress.”

He fingered the delicate lace, and then looked back at you.

“How’d he get between us?”

You couldn’t breathe.

“You left me, Steve.”

“I know. And it was a mistake. I’m back now…we can…”

You interrupted him.

“...told you it couldn’t be, Steve.”

But inside you were thinking, Don’t leave.

Steve just stared at the dress again, and then came to kiss you on the cheek.

“I’ll be back soon. And then maybe you will be able to admit it. Goodnight, Sweetheart.”

He left and you cried yourself to sleep. Maybe next time you’d be stronger, to either resist or surrender.

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[2-fast-2-curious]

I Know You Wanna Go to Heaven But You’re Human Tonight

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Female Reader

Summary: Your husband and forever Valentine, Matt Murdock is working too much. You surprise him at the office but you’re the one who’s going to be in for a surprise.

Warnings: Office sex, Breeding kink, Matt talks a lot and it’s dirty, unprotected sex, pregnancy talk, discussion of contraceptives, discussions of fertility struggles, barely any clothes are taken off, IDK anything about Catholicism and that might show with the way they talk about the wedding and birth control. 

A/N: For all my lovely readers, you’re all my valentines today. I feel like I haven’t written something this filthy in a while but I had to try super hard since it’s for @princessphilly​ breeding kink challenge. Also usually I write a whole thing at once but I kept getting too turned on and had to take so many breaks because I was getting too worked up. I was an idiot and starting writing this without even checking if it was eligible but it is because its Marvel and that’s the ship I will be dying on. Also I doubt I’ll be able to finish the series before Netflix takes it off.

You had been running errands around town for most of the day but you really missed Matt and wanted to check in on him. You knew how sometimes he forgot to take care of himself when he got wrapped up in a case.

“Hey, babe. Just wanted to drop by and keep you company.” You leaned over the desk to give Matt a kiss and it still made your heart race every time he rested his fingers on your jaw.

You described each item as you unpacked your bag. “Here’s an order of pasta from our favourite place, tomato basil arancini, a salad with burrata, figs and prosciutto. I also got us some San Pellegrino. I would’ve gotten us wine but it’s a bit early for that.”

“How many people were you planning to feed?” Matt asked as you filled his entire desk with food.

“Okay, I admit, I originally had gone to Eataly in Flatiron to pick up some accoutrements for our meal and I got carried away.”

“We also have a new set of ravioli stamps so that’s what we’re doing next weekend.”

“Thank you very much, Mrs. Murdock.” Matt loved calling you that and you loved it when he did. You loved belonging to him in every sense.

“I promise I’ll try not to distract you too much, I just wanted to be close to you.” You took out a thick binder from your bag and sat down on one of the chairs on the opposite side of Matt’s large wooden desk. You had picked it up this morning by your friend, Stella. She was tired of waiting for the ‘right’ partner and decided she wanted to have a child by herself.

Matt’s ears picked up on the sound of you putting the binder down on his desk. It was too heavy to be a novel or a notebook. “What is that?”

“Stella gave it to me, she’s in the final stages of choosing a sperm donor and she wants a second opinion.” You now had Matt’s full attention.

“Well, you do have excellent taste in men.” Matt punctuated his statement with a smirk.

“You think you’re joking but you should consider selling your sperm if this whole lawyer thing doesn’t work or if we never need extra money.” Who were you kidding, you lived in New York City, you always needed extra money. “I feel like every person in the book is just you but described by a different person.”

“Care to elaborate?” Matt seeming to have forgotten about the case he was working on.

“Smart”

“Ridiculously fast reflexes”

“Funny”

“Ivy-league educated”

“Good physique”

“Beautiful eyes”

“Strong moral compass”

“Athletic”

“Honest”

“Good mouth shape”

“Owns his own business”

“Very observant”

“Tidy”

With each trait, you leaned closer to Matt, you could go on forever but your lips landed on him, silencing your list of compliments.

You broke away before the kiss could get more heated. “Matt when I came in here I promised I wouldn’t be a distraction. Now you’ve got me all worked up.”

“Some of those I don’t think are on the profiles and some of them are redundant.” Matt took off his glasses stashing them inside a drawer of his desk. “But you know a compliment is never wasted on me so I’ll allow it, babe.”

“Regardless, I think you’re excellent baby daddy material.” Your heart was fluttering as you admired your husband sitting on the other side of the desk. Is it weird to have a crush on the person you’re married to?

Matt closed his laptop and moved it off his desk. “That’s just your uterus talking.”

“What do you know about my uterus?” You were puzzled, wondering if you had said something to Matt.

“Since we’ve been together this is the first time that your body has been ovulating.” Matt paused, unsure if he should continue. “I can…um smell it”

The type of birth control you were on previously had prevented pregnancy by stopping your body from releasing eggs but you were thinking about switching to something else. Therefore, this was the first time your body was naturally ovulating in a very long time.

You felt embarrassed despite it being something you couldn’t control. Plus Matt wasn’t the type of guy who would purposely bring something like that up to shame you. “Oh, is that weird for you?”

Matt held your hand reassuringly. “Only in the sense of how badly I want to take you over every flat surface in this office.”

“I have an appointment with my gynecologist next week to try to get on something different.”

“What if you didn’t?” You almost didn’t understand what Matt was implying. “This case should be wrapped up six months from now and the publicity it could bring could mean a more flexible workload for us. It would give me plenty of time to dote on my pregnant wife and help out with the kid.”

You and Matt both wanted to have kids. You knew how heartbreaking and lengthy the struggle could be to conceive. Seeing your friends going through their various fertility journeys had you thinking about bringing it up to Matt soon but you weren’t excepting it to come up this soon. “Yes.”

“Yes, what, Mrs. Murdock?” Even though you knew Matt couldn’t see you, the intensity of his words made you shift in your seat.

“I want you to get me pregnant, Matthew Murdock.” Finally saying the words out loud felt so right and gave you the boost of confidence you needed. “Right now, here in your office on your desk and any other flat surface you can think of.”

“C’mere, babe.” Matt patted his lap. You had stopped protesting about being too heavy or big to sit on Matt like his long ago instead choosing to focus your energy on other arguments that you actually had a chance of winning. 

“I love feeling your weight on me like this.” Matt pulled you closer by your thighs and rested his head on your bosom to hear your heartbeat. His hands slipped between your legs and you lifted your hips to give him the space he needed. “You’re so desperate, turned on, and ready for me and I barely even touched you yet.” 

“You’ve just been turning yourself on thinking about me, haven’t you?” He smiled when he felt the silky feeling of your pantyhose on his rough hands. His fingers danced up your thighs until he reached your pussy.

Matt just rested his hand there feeling how hot and wet you were getting. You whimpered, bucking your hips trying to get more of his touch. “I think you need to share. Tell me what you’ve been thinking about in that pretty little brain of yours.”

You thought about last night when it was just you and your vibrator while Matt stayed late at the office. It might have been a cliche but the fantasy never failed to get you off. “I think about when you’re all sweaty from the gym, all those grunts you make. Makes me wish you would just take me on the floor. You take the wraps off your hands to shove you in my mouth to gag me, reminding me to keep quiet since someone could walk in at any moment.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of how amazing that mouth of yours is.” Matt continued to cup your pussy, his hand the perfect size to hold you like this. You loved feeling how well the two of you fit together. 

He pulled off your silky pantyhose and pushed your skirt higher above your hips. Matt’s fingers pressed against your panty-clad crotch, chuckling at the wet spot. “Such a good girl getting yourself so wet and ready for my cock. You want me to fuck you on the floor like an animal? Is that what you want? Answer me.”

Matt’s fingers dipped underneath the lace of your panties and into your wetness, rubbing you just the way you liked. “Yes, I want that. I want you to want me so badly you don’t care about the consequences and how wrong it might be.”

Matt pulled his well-coated fingers out of you, wrapping his tongue around the digits. “How the fuck do you always taste so good?”

Matt returned his fingers to your warmth. “Sorry I haven’t been home much last week. You have no idea how irresistible you are when your body is doing everything in it’s power, making you oh so fuckable. I knew once I sunk in that sweet cunt I wouldn’t be able to pull out.”

“I would’ve had to fill you up and breed you.” You didn’t realize you had been grinding yourself on Matt’s fingers until he used his free hand to stop the movement of your hips. “Probably over and over again just to make sure it takes.”

You were so touch starved it didn’t take long for you to get close but Matt pulled his fingers away from you before you could get any closer. While still in the chair, Matt cleared his desk, making space for you. He hitched one of your legs to rest of the top of solid wood desk. Matt pushed his chair away and you were preparing to feel nudge of his cock. Instead, Matt got on his knees pulling your panties completely off, taking a deep inhale of the damp fabric before putting it in the breast pocket of his jacket.

His tongue swiped languidly across your folds, moaning at your taste. “You know I adore how you taste but it’s different when you’re ovulating.”

Your nails dig into the edge of Matt’s desk as you cry out Matt’s name. “Please Matt, I’m so close.”

“C’mon baby, come for me. Gotta make sure this pussy’s nice and relaxed before I impail you with my cock.” Matt flicks his tongue against your clit, making your body shake and thrash before going limp.

Matt gets off his knees, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down to free his erection. “You look so pretty all spread out on my desk.”

Matt’s fingers swipe some of the wetness that was dripping from your pussy to the edge of the desk. “Look at the mess you’ve made, baby.”

You heard the wet sounds as Matt used the fluid to fist the shaft of his cock. His hand goes back to your still-sensitive pussy shushing your whimpers as he gathers more of your wetness to coat his dick.

Matt comes up behind you, pressing his throbbing cock against your plush ass. “Matt, please, I need your hard cock inside me.”

Matt leans over you, adjusting himself so his hardness slides between your folds. “You just came and you’re already begging for more.” Matt whispers, in your ear as he plays with your hair. “Such a desperate cock-hungry slut.”

“I’ve thought about this every day since the last time I was inside you. Matt sunk into you slowly, allowing you to feel every inch as he kisses the side of your face.

As Matt went deeper, you whimpered, every time you thought it might be finished Matt had more for you. “I know, baby, I know it’s a stretch.”

“You’re like this every time it’s been a while.” Matt chuckles as you wiggle on the desk, wanting him to start moving. “Stay still, baby, just let me feel this pulsing cunt squeezing me so well.”

“It just can’t wait to milk my cock and take every single drop of my cum.” Matt’s thursts start slowly, his hips slapping against the flush of your ass. “You’re being such a good girl for me. Letting me inside this pussy unprotected when you’re at your most fertile.”

“I’ve been thinking about this ever since we got married.” Matt admitted. “Your dress was beautiful. I know you’re going to say that how would I know since I couldn’t see it. But I just know it was.”

Despite Matt describing one of the sweetest moments in your relationship, he started to go faster.You and Matt had a winter wedding. Your dress was white velvet, long-sleeved, off the shoulder, fitted with lace detail around the neckline and sleeves. When you chose it you made sure to pay attention to the texture and feel of all the different materials. Matt was so appreciative of this when you guided his hand over your body before the reception so he could feel everything.

You could hear the smile in Matt’s voice as he recounted that day. “I could feel the warmth radiating from your bare shoulders and neck. The way you threw your velvet sleeves around my neck when we shared our first kiss as husband and wife. I loved how the fabric clung to your hips. You were almost too beautiful, almost had to have you right there in the church.”

Matt hiked the leg that was on the desk to wrap around his hips, allowing him to go deeper. “Oh fuck, I’m going to get you pregnant.” 

Matt’s movements got more frantic, stimulating your clit on the edge of the desk. “My perfect little wife is going to look so cute with a swollen belly and tits.”

The thought caused your pussy to momentarily tighten around him and there was no way the cheeky bastard didn’t pick that up. “You like that didn’t you? You like the idea of walking around and everyone knowing what I did to you. Complete strangers knowing that I’ve claimed you and you’re mine.”

Matt’s words pushed you over the edge. “Oh fuck. Matt, I’m going to come.”

“Yeah, gorgeous? I’m close too.” Matt grunted as your cunt fluttered around him. He released inside you kissing your neck as warmth overfilled your sensitive cunt. 

Matt hugged you from behind, snuggling his head in your neck. “You did such a good job, taking me so well. I’m so lucky to have you.”

You made noises of agreement and hissed when he pulled out of you. Words felt like they took too much energy right now.

“Did I tire you out?” Matt asked as he helped you off his desk. “I guess I’ll just have to work on building up your stamina again.”

“I’ve been neglecting you and I’m sorry that I haven’t been taking care of you properly.” Matt’s snuggles continued in his chair. “I might have been gotten a bit carried away. If you want me to, I can run down to the pharmacy and pick up the plan B pill.”

“I can’t wait to have your child.” Matt fixed your clothes, wrapped you up in a throw, and helped you into an oversized armchair in the corner of his office. The quiet sounds of Matt working lulling you into an afternoon nap.

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[matbaerzal]

josty with a breeding kink loves fucking you senseless and filling you up with his cum after seeing you spend all evening playing with the kids at your family gathering

warnings: unprotected sex, breeding kink, cumplay, swearing. a/n: I cheekily linked another cumplay blurb, it's not necessary to read before this, but I couldn't resist the self-promo! words: 700 tagging: @princessphilly for the VDay breeding challenge 👀

On the drive back home from the family gathering, his mind wandered. He knew he wanted kids, more specifically he knew he wanted kids with you – couldn't wait to see what a great mother you'd be, couldn't wait to try his best to be a great father. The two of you had already discussed it, and had thrown out condoms a while ago – you weren't actively trying yet, didn't really keep an eye on your cycle and all that, but you wouldn't mind at all if it happened.

He'd lost his mind the first time he came inside of you, completely mesmerized. He loved seeing your pussy covered in his cum, pushing it back inside of you with his fingers, giving both you and him a taste afterward.

He's pressing you against the wall when you get home, kissing your neck, "wanna give you a baby" it slips past his lips, spoken against your skin.

Your eyes widen, whimpering at his words – "Tys"

"You want that?" he leans back to look at you, "want me to fuck a baby in you?"

You're nodding before you can find the words – "fuck- please Tyson"

You rush to your bedroom, your clothes removed as you go, leaving you both in your underwear as you reach your bed. He wastes no time unclasping your bra before he urges you onto the bed. He pulls down his boxers before he joins you, his fingers finding your covered pussy as he kisses you. He groans into the kiss when he feels that you've soaked through your panties already.

"So nice and wet for me, ready to take my cock"

"Please, I need it"

He pulls your panties down your legs before pinning one of your legs to your chest, running his tip through your folds, biting his lip as he teases your clit. He sinks into you with ease, squeezing your thigh as you gasp.

He sets a slow but hard pace, his nails digging into the skin of your thigh at the feeling of you wrapped around him. He's making you feel so good, but you need more.

"Need you deeper" you beg.

He nods, pulling out to grab a pillow that he smoothly puts under your hips with your help. You both moan out at the new angle, with your hips elevated you're able to feel him even deeper inside of you. "That's it, baby" he coos as you clench around him, "that pretty pussy of yours is begging for my cum, you want it?"

"Please, please, give it to me" you cry out.

He wraps both arms around your thighs, using his hands to pin your stomach down as he thrusts into you. One of your hands comes down to play with your clit, feeling yourself getting closer to the edge, the other grabbing your chest, teasing your own nipple.

"Hold on- fuck- m' almost there" he urges you as he notices how close you are.

You notice how close he is as well, your whole body warming up at the thought of him filling you up, "come for me Tys, give me your cum"

He growls, his thrusts getting more determined. The room fills with the sound of your skin slapping against each other along with your breathy moans as you reach your highs together. Your pussy flutters around him as you feel his load spill inside of you. You remove your fingers from your clit as it gets sensitive, his hips stuttering until he's emptied himself into you.

He's breathing heavily, as he leans down to kiss you – it's sloppy as you both catch your breaths. He breaks apart before kissing your forehead, lifting himself up again to pull out of you, watching your pussy intently to see some of his cum dripping out. He catches it with his tip, his hand holding the base of his length.

"Don't want to waste a drop" he says as he pushes his cum back into you with his cock, fucking you still, slowly, despite how sensitive he feels. It's messy and filthy, but the look on your face when his thumb finds your clit keeps him going until you're cumming around him again.

#tyson jost #tyson jost smut #tyson jost imagine #nhl smut #op:smut #op:w #jost:talk #vdaybreedchallenge

[bakarilennox]

The Syndicate Initiation

[I DO NOT CONSENT TO HAVE ANY OF MY WORK POSTED, TRANSLATED, OR PUBLISHED TO ANY THIRD PARTY SITE OR APP! IF ANY OF MY WORK IS SEEN ANYWHERE BUT HERE OR UNDER “Stories By Tre” ON AO3, IT HAS BEEN POSTED WITHOUT MY PERMISSION!]

Pairing: Dark(er)!August Walker (John Lark) x Reader (No definitive feature other than the reader’s gender is mentioned)

Words: 2,279

Synopsis: You are the newest assassin for the syndicate and August Walker is assigned to shadow you. Until he reveals your true mission…

Warnings: 18+ content (MINORS DNI), Dub-Con(ish), SMUT, abuse of power dynamic, God complex, rough unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap ya willy), gun play, knife play, choking, mentions of Trypophobia, post-Ethan Hunt fight scarred August, Breeding kink, Anal, Hyperspermia, & mentions of death/murder. (I will switch between August Walker and John Lark because both of them are his alias, but August Walker is the more familiar/known one)

“Go again,” August commanded as you tried to regain your breath.

“Seriously?! I’ve been at it for the past two hours, I’m exhausted.” You huffed.

“Oh I’m sorry, do you think the IMF is going to just let you take a break as you try to murder them? Especially with that weak-ass stance?! GO. AGAIN. NOW!” August bellowed, his voice echoing against the walls of the training room.

You sucked your teeth at him as you got back into your fighting stance and began demonstrating your knife-fighting skills. You flipped the shiny metal blade from your holster and gripped the handle tightly as you started slashing away, breaking the sound barrier with each violent, yet calculated stroke. As you back flipped your way to perform ‘the kill’ you paused as you realized you were staring down the barrel of a gun…August’s gun.

Your breathing was shallow as you could clearly see the bullet in the chamber. This psychopath could’ve easily killed you in a split second and you wouldn’t have even known. You looked away from the barrel proving what you already knew, August Walker was the one pointing his gun at you. What made it even scarier was that he was smiling, like he wanted to do it, but for some reason he thought hesitating like this would cause you to be more fearful of him. And he was right as your pupils dilated and mouth left ajar.

“You act like you know so much, but you understand so little. I am the least of your fears, Little Mouse.” August teased.

The sight of his face riddled with scars and burns sent shivers down your spine. You hated it when he called you ‘Little Mouse’ You knew it was a power play, and no one else in the syndicate gave a shit. If anything, they felt you should feel honored to work under the one and only John Lark, former alias August Walker before he was burned, figuratively and literally by Ethan Hunt and the IMF. They all presumed he was dead and he wanted it to stay that way until, as August put it, ‘the time of peace arose’.

“If you were more focused on completing your task instead of performing theatrics, you would’ve seen this coming and acted accordingly,” August said, holding the pistol against your lips, “Open”, he calmly demanded.

You slowly parted your lips as August began to push the cold steel past your teeth. You shivered internally hearing and feeling the cold metal scrape against the enamel yet he continued to push the barrel further into your oral cavity so that you could taste it on your tongue. Your eyes widened slightly as he pulled the barrel out slightly only to push it back in repeating the motion in slow languid thrusts.  If you didn’t know any better, by the way he stared at your lips, you would think the sight captivated him, maybe even aroused him.

“Now suck, or I’ll blow your pretty little brains out.” August growled in your face.

You began to suck on the barrel of his gun as he drove it in and out of your mouth. The safety was still off, your life was literally in his hands and the small smirk on his face proved that he reveled in that fact. Beads of sweat trickled down his face rolling over the ridges, in and out of the deep pockmarks of his partially disfigured face. He was a bit hard to look at, but not any more difficult than the other members of the syndicate.

At this point your saliva coated his gun and he had moved so close that he was standing chest to chest with you. It dribbled down your chin and dropped down to your breasts that were barely covered by your sports bra. With his free hand he reached for his belt but paused when he realized your knife was already pointed at his crotch. His eyebrows furrowed as he took his gun out of your mouth.

“If you were more focused on completing your task instead of performing theatrics, you would’ve seen this coming and acted accordingly.” You mocked his earlier statement.

August ran his tongue across his teeth behind his lower lip and chuckled. The second you allowed a smirk to appear on your face, August swiftly wrapped his large hand around your neck. Your airway was nearly cut off by the viper-like motion paired with an overpowering grip that he possessed causing you to drop the knife from your hand.

As you were gasping for air and clawing at his wrist, his free hand untied the drawstring of your sweatpants. You were unable to speak a word, all you could do was whimper faintly. Once August had enough space, he slid his hand down and massaged your folds with the fabric of your cotton panties. You became lightheaded as you were close to passing out. The Syndicate leader released his grip from your throat and switched to grabbing the back of your head.

“Don’t pass out on me now Little Mouse, you need to be awake so you know your purpose,” August breathed into your face. 

The heat from his breath went straight to the growing arousal between your legs. Your eyes fluttered as your chest heaved up and down while regaining consciousness.

“My what?!” Your eyes narrowed at him.

August chuckled before he began, increasing the pace of his occupied hand. “There is a reason why you (italic) were chosen to be trained by me, why I had to keep you…close.”

Walker drew you closer to his lips. You tried to gravitate closer to his face to kiss him, but you were quickly turned around by August and slammed against the pommel horse that was in the middle of the equipment room. The impact caused a pain to shoot through your abdomen as you grabbed the bars on top to brace yourself.

Walker wasted no time removing your pants revealing your lace panties that barely covered your lower region. He smiled as he ripped them off without hesitation and used his thighs to spread your legs apart. He pressed himself against your exposed flesh, marking your wetness on his khaki pants. The feeling of his growing erection causes you to instinctively make a deeper imprint of your desire onto his fabric.

“Wha- what are you doing?” you whimpered.

“What we’re doing is creating the next recruits of The Syndicate. A legacy.” August sighed as he pulled himself out of his pants and rubbed his tip against your lubricated folds, grazing your clit as he did it. 

You moaned as he kept teasing you mercilessly, the lewd sounds becoming louder and louder until he fully sheathed himself inside of you. He growled as your warm, wet cavern gripped him tightly, his palms digging into your waist as he began thrusting roughly. The jerking motion made you hold onto the pommel rails even tighter to brace yourself.

“Yes, I knew you were the one.” August quickened his pace. “I need my seed inside of you, to fill you up. I need you to give me a child.” August pulled your hair back as your moans grew louder.

“But…Lark…anyone could…walk in…on us.” you moaned after each thrust.

“I could fuck you in front of the entire Syndicate if I wanted and no one would tell us shit! If anything, they would honor you…celebrate you…be in awe of you as I fill you with my seed.” August pounded into you harder as he held your arms back.

Your moans quickly became screams of pleasure, your lewd squelching filling in the pauses in between. Beads of August’s sweat fell from his brow onto your back as he hyper focused on his stroking. His grip tightened while he pinned your arms down on your back. His thrusts were inhibited and animalistic throughout your orgasm and then he filled your womb with what he hoped was the next generation of Syndicate recruits. He stopped, then quickly pulled himself out of you so he could catch his breath.

“Recite the manifesto.” August spoke in a lower octave.

Before you could even process what the Syndicate leader commanded, he spread one of your ass cheeks open and penetrated your unexplored cavern. As you began to scream from the unexpected pain, August quickly switched hands. One to hold you down and the other to cover your mouth as he pushed himself deeper inside of you. 

His overwhelming strength made your frame no match for him as you tried to resist this agonizing, yet slowly satisfying new feeling inside of you. You could hear your leader grunting and gasping as his shaft slowly disappeared inside of you, then you felt his warm breath as his teeth lightly grazed the helix of your ear before he spoke.

“I’ll let go, when you let go.” He repeats this in almost a chant as if to motivate you.

You relax your entire body when you reach the hilt of August’s dick, your ass clear pressed against his pelvis. August slowly pumped himself in and out of your ass and then he removed his hands from your mouth and your wrists on your back.

“Recite the manifesto, now!” August demanded as he ground into you at a steady pace.

You gasped before you began, gripping the bars of the pommel horse again. “There has never been peace without first a great suffering, the greater the suffering, the greater the peace.”

“Keep going.” He grunted.

“As mankind is drawn to his self-destruction like a moth to the candle, the so-called defenders of peace–” you yelped as Walker roughly thrusted inside of you.

“Don’t stop.” he held a strong grip on both sides of your ass, spreading you wide open.

You moaned as he grinds himself deeper inside of you. “The church, the government, the law – work tirelessly to save humanity from itself, but by averting…disaster, they serve to delay…a peace that can only come…through an inevitable baptism of fire.”

Your mind went blank as your orgasm washed over you, your legs were uncontrollably trembling as Walker kept thrusting through your orgasm dripping down your leg and your wetness slapping against his balls in a chaotic, steady rhythm.

“The suffering…” John Lark queued your next part to recite as he continued fucking you.

“The suffering I bring you is not the beginning of the end. It is the beginning of a greater…mutual understanding through common suffering. It is the first step towards the ultimate brotherhood of…man. The suffering I bring you is the bridge to ultimate peace.” you sucked in a shaky breath as you proceeded.

“Today, mankind has been handed the opportunity to escape his destiny, an otherwise…inevitable…conclusion to a thousand years of…intolerance and…fear. I call all rationalists…who can stand and join in the struggle…against the radical theists, all of which fall beneath a common umbrella of ideology. I-if we were to continue any further we would reach mythology and Aesop’s fables. When do we stop? OH GOD!” you exclaimed as another orgasm flowed out of you.

All that could be heard in the room was lewd sounds made from skin contact. Lark thrusted at a quicker, but still steady pace. “I’m so close, Y/N. Finish it!” He let out a guttural growl. 

You whined after he slaps your ass hard before you continued. “Any belief…in a spirituality…with no other proof…other than the cravings to…project one’s self over the-FUCK! …rational thinking of the others…must be era- AH! dicated as it does not only halt progression and development of the human mind and reach, but also hinders…it.”

You matched John Lark’s rhythm, giving into him the more his pace picked up. You were fully used to his endowment and you wanted every advantage of it. The confidence in your voice raised as you continued. “Here I will emphasize clearly…that the judgment…upheld…against us…will be one of human hands, not of a god…or other worldly being… Part of the absurd rationale is what leads to the obscure justifications…the believers place upon their own disgraceful…and belligerent behavior.”

You moaned again as you bit down on your bottom lip. You look back at August with a sense of satisfaction plastered on your face. August smirked before he held you up by both your arms as he thrived in an animalistic manner. “Finish it! I want to hear it all before I cum!”

You wasted no time finishing the manifesto as your final orgasm was approaching. “No! The loss of human life cannot and will not be justified! For this is not the taking of human lives… They are merely puppets! Hollow shells that were once human beings. Brainwashed by stories…and tales of old…their weak minds have been overpowered…by the pressure placed on them by other lifeless puppets And so, the cycle continues!” 

“AHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!” You and August exclaimed in orgasmic ecstasy, surrendering to the carnal nature of the mission. August pulled your head back by your neck as he stared into your eyes. “You have no idea how long I wanted to fill your tight, little ass and watch it drip down to your sweet pussy. You will bear my children and fulfill my destiny. Our destiny! The future of the Syndicate will live on through you and I…as long as you never deny me, I will never deny you.”

In a twisted sense of adoration for him, you leaned in and you both kissed each other and then you heard clapping from the upper rafters of the gymnasium. All of the members of the Syndicate were present the entire time and once the clapping stopped they all exited the viewing room.

Author’s Note: If you have made it this far, I want to thank you for taking the time to read my work. If you enjoy this story, I have a few more on my Masterlist available to read. Once again, thank you for reading and I hope you stay healthy and moisturized.

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[starshine-hockey-girl]

Ice, Ice Baby

Author's Notes- This takes place in the Never Ever Have universe which features Sidney Crosby and OC, Evie. It takes place December 2021 as part of their second wedding anniversary.

Warnings- None that I can think of other some public restroom activities

@princessphilly @newlibrary

Grouse Mountain Outdoor Skating Rink

Vancouver, BC

Sidney shook his head and retrieved his skates out of the black Penguins duffle bag. Then he gave Evie her skates. "You actually got Dana involved in your little scheme to surprise me?" he questioned with a jovial tone. "I almost bit his head off because he was squirrely about my skates," he admitted. Evie smiled as she listened to him. She was focused in tying her skates the correct "Crosby" way. She knew that if they were not done correctly he would force her to do them again.

He watched out of the corner of his eye and nodded his approval. He was thankful that the duffle bag also included a warmer jacket and gloves. Evie really had thought of everything. He gazed at his wife of almost two years and felt a wave of gratitude and awe. He was uncertain of how the universe conspired to bring them together, but he was grateful for her presence. There was something about her spirit that soothed the beast within him.

She watched him with a smile, "Ready to go, Beso?" She grabbed his hand and stood up. She walked in front of him and took great pleasure in swaying her hips from side to side. Sidney pulled his toque down onto his head and put on his gloves. Together they took to the ice, holding hands. They took a few leisurely laps before she decided to challenge him. "One lap around the rink, the winner gets to pick dinner," she teased before taking off in a sprint. He let her get a half rink lead before he started at a leisurely pace. She turned her head to watch him as he slowly gained on her. He made a fake sprint and mock pouted as she crossed the imaginary finish line first. She turned and waited with her arms crossed as he skated to her. "Sidney- you didn't even try!" she whined, "I don't want to fake win."

He smiled and pulled her tight to him, "I did try- a little bit. I got distracted by your ass. It's not my fault." She smirked and skated away.

"Okay, Evie- let's raise the stakes. Winner this round picks the play tonight," he offered. She skated back and stuck out her hand to seal the bet.

They lined up. Sidney flashed a smile and crouched down. Evie leaned over and whispered into his ear, "I am ovulating," before shouting "1-2-3-Go". She took off while Sidney stood with his mouth open.

"Ovulating? Evie is ovulating?" before the reality of what she said sunk in. "Ovulating? Fertile?" He took off in a sprint as she squealed and tried to skate faster. Sidney caught up to her with five good strides. In one smooth motion, he lifted her off the ice, spun her around and placed her over his shoulder. He found the nearest exit and she squirmed on his shoulder. "Stop wiggling, Evie. This isn't as easy as it seems," he commanded as they stepped off the ice. "Hey," he called to the senior citizen manning the skate rental desk, "Is there a family restroom around here? She fell and needs to be checked for injuries." The man pointed to a set of restrooms just past the concession stand.

Sidney kicked open the door and looked into the bathroom to make sure the space was unoccupied before setting Evie down. Evie backed up against the door and smiled, "I'm counting that as a win, you know."

He locked the door and placed a palm on each side of her face and spoke softly, "What did you say before you took off? Say it again."

She gulped and looked into his eyes, "I am ovulating-a fertile Myrtle. My eggs are inviting your sperm to a fertilization party."

He reached for the button on her jeans and unbuttoned it. He opened her zipper while maintaining eye contact with her. "What am I about to do to you, baby girl?" He slid his hand into her jeans and chuckled when he found no panties.

Her hips rocked against his hand, "Fuck me like the little slut I am for you?" He shook his head back and forth. "Make me cum until I beg for mercy?" she panted as his fingers explored her folds. Again he shook his head back and forth. "What? Tell me," as she palmed his crotch.

He removed his fingers and placed them on her lips. She sucked them slowly as he whispered in her ear, "I am going to put a baby in you. I am going to put it so deep in you." He grabbed her jeans and pulled them down around her knees. She licked her lips as he tore his own jeans open and shimmied them down. "Ready Evita?" He thrusted into her wet sex. "Fuuuuck". He grabbed her legs and held them up around his waist. His rhythm was hard and fast. He grunted in her ear, "Talk to me, Baby Girl."

She ran her fingers through his hair and pulled his head back slightly to look into eyes, "Fill me up with your hot cum. Do it now." She moved her mouth to his neck and kissed it before putting her mouth next to his ear. "You have waited so long for this. We have waited so long for this. Just imagine a son that you can teach to play hockey or a little girl that you can spoil like you spoil me Sidney. Please, I need to have your baby. Give it to me."

Evie reveled in the sounds of his passion filled with groans and grunts. He finished with a final deep thrust. She kissed his cheek softly as his breath returned to normal. He nuzzled her neck as she stroked his back. "That was unexpected," she laughed as he lowered her to the ground. She wobbled on her skates as she bent down to pull up her jeans. He bent down to assist before looking up at her, "You're leaking. Doesn't it all need to stay in there?" She laughed, "It's gravity. How do you propose I prevent that?" He thought for a second, "Get on your knees and lift your ass into the air. You need that downward angle." She blinked before realizing that he was being serious.

Without arguing, she assumed the position and looked back at him. He gazed at her and stepped to her. Sidney placed his palm on her ass and squeezed. "You know I love fucking you from behind," he mused. Evie smirked, "You want round two?" Sidney rubbed the tip of his erection up and down slowly before sliding into her again. The pace was slower and more methodical. His hand reached around and found her clit. She gasped, "Oh right there." He began with slow, small circles as she leaned back against his chest. "Evie, back down," he whispered into her ear as he pushed her back down lightly, "Let me get you there." He focused on her clit again as he fucked her. He pressed down on her back and adjusted the angle. When she gasped, he knew he found it. He grabbed her hips and began to pound into her. "Good girl, take me deep. You think I am going to give you a baby without making you cum?" he questioned. He listened to her race to the edge of her orgasm. "Cum for me baby girl. Cum for me before I pump my seed into you," Evie whimpered as she began to lose control. She reached down, grabbed Sidney’s hand and placed it over her mouth. She screamed into his hand as her muscles clenched around him. He thrusted two more times before exploding into her again. He pressed his chest into her back and stayed inside of her. She spoke softly, "Beso, we need to get out of this bathroom." He slid out and carefully pushed his cum back into her with his large fingers before gently kissing her bottom. Evie stayed in her position while Sidney redressed. He took paper towels and gently cleaned her before he assisted her to her feet. Together they pulled her jeans up and she washed her hands. Impulsively he grabbed her and kissed her deeply. He pressed his forehead to hers and whispered, "I love you." She grabbed his hand and opened the door. Evie looked around and didn't see anyone in the area and breathed a sigh of relief. "I think we are in the clear, Sidney," she giggled as they walked toward the rink. Right before they got to the rink, Evie stopped and faced Sidney, "I am ready to go back to the hotel. I had plans to try the sledding hill but my legs are a little shaky." He guided her to the bench, knelt down in front of her and took her skates off for her. He rubbed her feet before putting on her boots. She gazed at him with a smile and rubbed her lower abdomen slowly, "Do you think it worked? Do you think we made a baby?" He kissed her thighs before kissing her lips softly, "If not just now, then back at the hotel later. I am going to keep filling you up until I don't have any semen left in my balls." Evie looked around the rink and placed her hands on his cheeks and laughed. "What's so funny?" he asked as he kissed her again. "I think it would be entirely fitting if you conceived your first child at an ice rink." she smiled, "once a rink rat, always a rink rat." They pressed their foreheads together and whispered "I love you" at the same time. After he changed into his shoes, he pulled her up from the bench and guided her back to the gondola. As they observed the scenery going down the mountain. Sidney wrapped his arms around her waist and put his head on her shoulder, "Just think, in nine months we could be parents. Wouldn't that be amazing?" Evie turned and kissed her cheek, "Yes, it would be the best anniversary present ever. Happy Anniversary Sidney."

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[princessphilly]

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“Can you take more for me?”

You arched up towards Marky, your thighs spreading once again for him even though you’d been taking him all night. “I can’t,” you teased, even though you pulled him closer.

Jacob grunted, running his cock through your wetness. “Are you sure? You’ve been taking me soo good all night.”

Before you could respond, his lips claimed yours in a kiss that took your breath away. When Jacob let you catch your breath, you panted, “You’ve filled me so much, why?”

“Because I can’t wait to see how my girl’s belly grows with my seed.”

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