RIP Remus Lupin. You Would’ve Loved Saying “that Sounds Like A You Problem”

in the trinity au does the reader squirt?? can you imagine the first time she does it with her boys?

squirt ~ stucky

warnings || smut, minors DNI, polyamory, double penetration, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, cream pie, anal, bruises, crying kink, subspace

The night started off slow. Bucky pulled you into his lap, lips molding over yours sensually before he tore himself away from you to kiss Steve. The blond sat beside him, leaning into both of you as he kisses the brunette. It wasn’t very long until Bucky guided you to take over kissing Steve while he admired the view in from of him.

That had been hours ago, now you were so stuffed of cock that you were crying. The boys were insatiable today, using your body over and over again with their super soldier stamina. They had both already filled your cunt once, and Steve was particularly rough today. The bruises on your hips were already turning a deep color and Bucky’s hand print was staining the smooth skin of your neck.

Your cunt was sopping, white creamy slick leaking out around Bucky’s thick cock as his shaft disappeared into your clenching walls. You were on your side, leg hosted up over Bucky’s hip with Steve railed your tightest hole from behind you.

There was no where to go when they surrounded you like this, the pleasure overwhelmingly your body as you tried to push them away subconsciously. Their huge cocks were almost too much, slipping in and out of you with no avail. You were covered in tears, sweat, and cum. You didn’t think it would be possible for you to cum again, your body didn’t think you could handle it.

With a fuzzy mind, you just whine helpless and try to move away from their vicious thrusts. Large hands encircled your hips, forcing you to stay put. Steve bit down on the soft skin of your shoulder as a warning.

“No running away, bunny, you’re gonna cum again, I know you want to,”Steve told you when you tried to move away. You knew they wouldn’t stop unless you said your safeword, but something deep inside you wanted to be used and fucked more.

“I can’t, I can’t…”You cried out as they both fucked inside your used holes aggressively.

Bucky wrapped his metal hand around your neck, lips grazing over yours.”Yes, you can. Now be a good girl and take our cocks. These little holes fucking belong to us, they love us, look at how well you taken Captain’s cock, your little ass is split open…he’s got you gaping for him and we both know you fucking love it.”

You sobbed out, clinging to Bucky like your life depended on it. They both thrusted in sync with each other, cocks dragging against tight warm walls that eagerly squeezed them . You felt like their large cock were rearranging your insides in the best way.

“Think we’ve fucked her dumb, Steve, look at her, eyes all rolled back. Can’t even form a sentence, can you?”Bucky squeezed your throat, slamming into you vigorously as Steve fucked into you fast and hard.

“Yeah, our dumb baby loves getting fucked until she can’t think, don’t you?”Steve taunted, his arm wrapped around your body while he increased his pace. You were full on crying, whimpering out a yes yes love being your dumb baby or at least that’s what you were trying to say. It all came out as blubbering about how much you loved their cocks.

“She’s gonna cum,”Bucky groaned out,”Her cunt little cunt is squeezing the fuck out of name, wants to milk me dry, isn’t that right? You want my cum inside this pretty pussy?”

You nodded, unable to form words with your mind so far away. You don’t know what’s happening, body trembling between them as you just erupt with pleasure. The coil in your belly snapped and you have no control. With your orgasm washing over you again, the boys don’t stop. Instead, Steve’s fingers find over your clit to really fuck your through that last orgasm. You cum harder than ever before, soaking the boys in your juices.

“Holy fuck, that’s hot,”Bucky curser while Steve’s grip grew tighter as he felt his own orgasm fast approaching after seeing you so fucked and wet for them.

Bucky’s cock and Steve’s hand was covered in wet, slick substance. It’s so hot, watching you fall apart to extremes. You go absolutely pilant, eyes fluttering shut while both boys fill your pretty holes with hot cum. You feel weak, covered in wet sticky fluid, and like you were absolute jelly. You don’t know how long you were out, but it felt as if you had blacked out from how good you felt. Their voices were barely echoes in your head as you disassociated.

“Peaches, come back to us,”Bucky’s sweet voices cooed at you. He feels far away, making you reach out for both the boys. You only find one, Bucky.

“Where’s Stevie?”You nearly cried, turning on your back with a panic to try and find your boyfriend.

“I’m right here, bunny,”Steve assured you, the bed dipping with his weight back in it. You feel a warm cloth cleaning you up, making you whine at how sensitive you feel.

“I can’t—please.”

“It’s okay, Steve’s just cleaning you up,”Bucky assured,”We’re done for the night, you did so good, honey. You took us like a champ. No girl could ever take two super soldiers like you do. You’re one of kind, made for us…you did amazing.”

“I can’t move…”You murmured, making Steve chuckle slightly while he kissed your cheek.

“We’ll take care of you, you got two super boyfriend, you don’t ever have to do anything if you don’t want.”

That made you smile,”Kiss me,”You whispered, pulling Steve into mold his lips over yours sweetly before pulling away to share a moment of love with Bucky. You carried on like that, the boys smothering you in affection. After all, you were their good girl.

Headcannon for professor!seb? Maybe hes always had a crush on shy!reader and one day he sees another student flirting with her in class and he becomes really pissed off and shitty attitude during the lecture, maybe snaps at reader by accident? Would love this to be smutty xx

OOF

Ooh but think about it tho?

Seb as a uni professor; English Lit maybe

And you're one of his favorite students - not just because you are bright, but because he has a crush on you

And tries to make it go away but it just won't

And over time, he'd grown quite protective of you;

Always making sure to send you notes that you missed

Always making sure you sit in front of him

Always being lenient when marking your papers

And often he'd tell you what to prepare on for the 'surprise' tests

Maybe one time he catches you talking in hushed voices with one of the boys

Maybe he hates the sight of you getting cozy with someone else

But what can he do? He's just your professor

But then he sees the good for nothing boy making you laugh

And he sort of just snaps

"Miss Y/N! Pay attention, we're not here to joke around!"

Maybe he yells louder and with a meaner tone than he expected

Maybe he regrets it the moment he catches you flinching at his tone

But God does he make up for it afterwards

You're trying to rush outside once your class is over because you're embarrassed, but he calls out your name

"Miss Y/N, i would like to have a word."

You sheepishly make your way to his desk

And he can't help the tingly feeling when you approach him

Maybe he steps a little closer to you once all the students are gone

He grabs your chin and gets you to look at him

"I'm sorry about earlier." he apologizes, looking down at you softly with his deep blue eyes

Maybe you don't have time to process anything before he gently presses his lips to yours

You're in shock for a few seconds, but then you drop your binders and wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him back while your face is on fire from blushing too hard

"I don't like it when other people flirt with my girl." he whispers against your lips at some point.

"Your girl?" you'd ask, shamelessly pressing your body to his

He'd smile and lean in for a kiss again

"Mine."

Maybe he'd be eager and he'd take you right there and then

Right on top of his desk; pushing into you and touching you in all the right places

"You're okay with this, doll?" he asked, gripping your hips as ge placed you on his desk

You'd smile and give him your consent

And that would drive him crazy; his favorite, shy little girl just giving herself to him like that

It'd make him only want you more

Perhaps he'd be gentle, caressing your body and kissing you feverishly while he lifts up your skirt, removes your underwear and pushes inside you

Maybe he'd keep his lips pressed against yours to keep you from making any noise

Lots of praises

"You feel better than I imagined, babygirl"

"Oh you're so good to me, aren't you?"

Maybe he'd fuck you slowly, making good use of this stolen moment

"Such a good girl, taking me so perfectly"

Or maybe he'd be mean and wild and dirty

Maybe he'd be rough because he has waited for this for so long

And now he finally has you all to himself

Maybe he'd grip your jaw and tug on your lips while he pounds into you

Choking

Biting your skin

Maybe he'd be the type to spit in your mouth and push his fingers past your lips right after

Or maybe he'd rather have you bent over his desk

Maybe he'd tug on your hair and make you cum hard and fast

Maybe he'd press the palm of his hand against your mouth to keep you quiet

"Be quiet baby, we don't wanna get caught now, do we?"

a/n: *waves awkwardly* hey, um, I'm back from my break.

Mate

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Here you go with another one, super fluffy + little angsty! 

• I don’t own any of Sarah J. Mass’ characters or any of her plots, I’m just a fan having fun. Also I do not own the images. This is story is mine though, so please do not copy •

WARNING! Nightmares, blood mentions.

Y/N P.O.V.

The sun warmed our backs. I glance to my side, to see my Azriel’s profile. The slightly crooked nose, the high cheekbones, the shadow of a stubble on his jaw. Turning fully, I move to sit in his lap and stare into his chocolate eyes.

“My mate.” — I say as I trace his beautiful features — “I love you, Az”.

 Happiness fills my heart as he smiles at me, but a black winged figure heads straight at us. I glance at it, and terror dampens my senses. Attor. A single one, in our direction baring two swords at his side and a murderous smile on his pale lips.

“There’s an Attor coming, we have to go.”

I stand up grabbing Azriel’s hand, but he stays motionless and gives me dazed grin. 

“Az? We have to go!” 

Nothing. The evil creature flies faster and faster.

“Az, let’s go! Please, get up we have to move!”

I grab his face, tugging on his arm, begging pleading praying for him to run. I grab his chin yelling at his face. My throat is raw and dry, and my voice breaks. I kneel before him, touching his forehead on mine.

“Please, my love. I can’t leave you. We must go —”

A spear pierced his stomach. The Attor, now behind him, raises his other sword, and abruptly, an invisible force holds me down. I can’t move. I trash inside my head, forcing my limbs to move but nothing happens. 

I find myself forced to watch the blade cut Azriel’s throat, his blood shining and dripping down. I scream again. Over and over and over. His limp body falls back, the Attor nowhere be seen. I try to stop the bleeding and my lips pray to the Mother for help, for a way out of this hell, for anything.

Grabbing his face, I beg even more.

“Az, Az Azriel don’t leave me. Stay awake, please. Don’t die on me, you won’t, you can’t.”

Tears stream down my eyes and it becomes hard to breathe. Air doesn’t come inside my lungs, and I scramble away from his still body. Panic drowns me, as I turn around running away from this hell… only to stumble into the Attors blade.

I look down to blade impaling me and —

Azriel’s P.O.V. 

I walk into the cozy apartment, dark from the night outside. Hearing Y/N’s  calm breathing from the room, I assume she’s asleep. Dropping Truth-Teller on the table and my jacket on the couch, I roll my shoulders, the muscles tense and stiff.  A few minutes later, I drink a cup of tea leaning against the kitchen’s counter, when a crie pierces the quiet night. I bolt towards her room, sword in hands, bursting through the door. I find her writhing in bed, tangled in the blankets. A nightmare. Leaving the blade on the floor, I slowly approach her figure. The cries worsen, turning to an almost screaming, and my heart breaks. 

“Please, my love. I can’t leave you. We must go —”

Touching her gently, she flinches away, scared and still asleep.

“ Y/N, you have to wake up.” I speak softly, but to no difference. 

Grabbing her shoulders, she trashes against my hold, and cries more. 

“ Az, Az Azriel don’t leave me. Stay awake, please. Don’t die on me, you won’t, you can’t.”

My eyes burn, and I speak louder.

“Y/N, you have to wake up. This is a nightmare, open your eyes. I’m here, my love.”

Suddenly, she stops moving and her pleading cries turn into broken sobs. Tears stream down her face, and I roar her name. 

Her eyes open, startled and scared, and meet mine. Her breathing falters, and a dam bursts in her. Flinging herself at me, holding me with desperate hands she cries loudly. I don’t ask what happened and we stay there with a strong hold around each other. 

“I’m your mate. I’m here.” 

I repeat it over and over, and after some time, her tears stop. Pulling back to meet my face, she lays her hands on my cheeks.

“You’re here.” 

“ I am.” 

She lets out a relived breath.

“ I had a nightmare. An attor was there, and he k-killed you and then h-he —

“Y/N. I’m here. I’m fine” 

Her hands slide to my throat, touching so lightly, and head towards my stomach. She stays quiet.

“Are you alright, mate?” 

A small smile tugs at lips.

“Do you want a hug, mate? Or perhaps some tea?”

She huffs a laugh.

“Aha! I know what you would like very much. Do you want a kiss, mate? I could give one, you know, but only with a price.”

“Oh really? You don’t say… making me pay for your kisses, that is just evil. I will go bankrupt because of that.”

“I do not have the intention of asking for money, mate. I want two very simple things. The first one is an answer. Are you alright?”

“A little better. Not much.”

“Okay… we can fix that, can’t we mate?”

I say with a reassuring smile.

“Now for the second. This is the hardest thing in the world. It will be a very big challenge, but you must try in order to get a kiss. Give me… a smile.”

Her eyes glint, and she assumes a serious face. 

“Well, mate, this is indeed a challenge unlike any other. But, for you, I must give a try.”

And then, she just smiles. And the world shines. 

Laying her down softly, our breaths mingling. I kiss her lips lightly. Lifting her head more, eyes closed, she seeks another one but I back away slightly.

She opens her eyes, and a playful gleam shines in her eyes.

“I am outraged, I bought a kiss! I only got a peck, you little liar.”

“You want a kiss, mate?”

“Of course, mate. I was promised one, after all”

“Well, I could give you one, you know, but only with a price.” 

“Oh my! — she says with a giggle — What would that price be?” 

- From A.

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Touch Starved

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

Summary: It’s taken you a while to realise. But Sherlock Holmes is a very touch starved man.

Word Count: 800

Warnings: none, just fluff and soft Sherlock

a/n: It’s been a while since I’ve written for Sherlock and I think it’s about time I go back to my roots :)

You hadn’t noticed it before now.

You hadn’t noticed when his fingers would drag across your palm when you released his hand, almost as if he were hesitant to let you go. You hadn’t noticed when his hold on you tightened and your shirt bunched in his fists each time he had his arms around you. You hadn’t noticed when his eyes softened and slid shut when your hand fondly made its way through his hair.

But now, as you lay together in the quaint living room of 221B it was clear as day. You suddenly couldn’t believe you hadn’t noticed it before. Sherlock Holmes was touch starved.

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I don’t actually care for anything unless it’s about Sebastian Stan.

hungry eyes | b.b

part one | part two

pairing : bucky barnes x reader, dadsbestfriend!bucky

summary : after the show you gave him last night, bucky wants more

word count : 1.1k

warnings : smut 18+ ONLY, undefined but significant age gap (reader is of drinking age), unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, oral (fem receiving), bit of thigh riding, bit of finger sucking, kinda rough sex

You’d taken a while to get to sleep that night, unable to take your mind off of what you had just done. The way Bucky had watched you come undone, how you wished his hands were yours, how you thought of him as you climaxed.

You had the house to yourself the next day, your parents had told you they were heading out for a few hours. They had been gone barely half an hour when there was a knock at the door.

Your heart raced to see Bucky standing in front of you when you answered. Weird, you thought, he never usually knocks.

“Hey,” you greeted, flushing slightly. “My parents are out right now I’m afraid.”

“I know,” he said. “I watched them leave.”

He was here to see you and you only. That much was clear. You could invite him in and see what happens, or you could turn him down. Truthfully, there was only one option you wanted.

“Oh,” you caught your lower lip between your teeth. “What can I do for you?”

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hi gorgeous

I was wondering if you could write a poly marauders imagine where the reader feels insecure about her body, her stretch marks etc and the boys comfort her (can lead to smut but idk)

If you are comfortable with that off

I would be so so so grateful, thank you so much 🥺

+ Can i please request an imagine where the reader struggles with her body image? with marauders (can be platonic or poly relationship)

Includes: mentions of stretchmarks and insecurities, poly relationship.

The mirror reflected the thins stripes of white and purple that spread like lightning over your legs. After pushing around your flesh for the minutes you’ve been staring at them the area had become sensitive and worsened your insecurity.

You didn’t notice the tears until they fell off your chin and you stomped your foot almost childishly when pity was replaced with anger.

Why did I have to get these?

Why don’t they go away?

How do the boys even love me?

The boys!

You quickly realized that your boyfriends were gonna come barging into the room and you picked up a pair of sweatpants that laid on the bed. From the size of them you’d guess they were Remus’ and you rolled up the ends so you wouldn’t trip. You also changed your smaller t-shirt you’d been wearing during the day into one of James’ huge ones, all and all dwarfing you. But clothes too big was better than clothes too tight.

Sitting down by the desk in the corner of the room to make it look like you’d been studying. A pitter patter of footsteps neared the room and three laughing boys entered the room.

“Hello sweetheart” Sirius called out and put his bag by his dresser, placing a kiss on your head as he walked by you.

“Look at you, all cozied up”James said as he came up behind you and laid a hand on your shoulder, “look so pretty in my clothes”.

He leaned down and put his cheek by yours, looking over the paper you’d been trying to write, and pressed a couple of kisses on your shoulder. The comment stinged because you knew he was lying. He couldn’t think that.

“Think it’s time for bed” Remus said through a yawn as he pulled his shirt off.

You realized that you hadn’t said anything to them so you patted James’s hand and turned around.

“How did it go? With the map and all” you mumbled and looked over at Sirius who was standing in only his boxers next to a shirtless Remus.

Their bodies were glorious, Sirius on the slimmer side with dark tattoos decorating it. Remus had a little more muscle on him and delicate scars running through his skin. The ringing thought of not being enough only got louder as you looked at them.

“Went well, found a new passway that leads from the great hall to the garden” Remus gave you a soft smile as he saw your eyes glaze over slightly, thinking it’s an indication that you’re getting tired, “c’mere doll, ‘s bedtime”.

You stood up and let James hand fall off your shoulder and laid down on the bed as the boys finished up their bedtime routines. Sirius got into the bed on your left side, instinctively wrapping an arm around your waist. The feeling almost burned that he wanted to touch you. James got in on Sirius’ left side, an old rule that the strongest gotta sleep closest to the door, and Remus laid down on your right side. He maneuvered his body so you rested your head on his chest.

“Don’t you wanna take off the sweats darling? Gonna get pretty warm” Sirius mumbled as he felt the thick material of your trousers.

You just shook your head and moved his hand and shut your eyes in an attempt to fall asleep before you got any more questions. But a shaky breath and a tear that hadn’t escaped from your waterline earlier fell onto Remus’ chest when you closed your eyes.

”Hey, what’s wrong love?” Remus whispered and inspected your face, wet lashes and a slight irritation in your eyes gave away that you had been crying, ”wanna tell us?”

As you realized your facade was breaking down a couple more tears fell down your cheeks and you sniffled into the comforter.

”Just feel.. ugly” you mumbled, speach slightly muffled by the fabric in front of your mouth, ”looked in the mirror and didn’t like it.. don’t deserve all of you”.

Sirius’ arm that was wrapped around you tightened and

“Darling, why would you ever think that? You are loved and beautiful, our everything” he muttered into your neck, placing a few kisses to try and prove his point.

“Is that why you’re wearing so much clothing to bed, to hide?” James whispered out, voice almost breaking as he tried to say it as gently as possible.

You let your head fall into another nod and Remus’ hands came up to your face to turn it toward him.

“You don’t have to hide, my love, I understand if it’ll make you more comfortable but we want to see as much of you as we can”.

You broke out into a small smile at Remus’ gentle and soft eyes and you turned your head so you could place a kiss onto his palm.

As you breathed in a breath of reassurance your hands went to the waistband of your sweatpants and pulled them down slowly, throwing them to the end of the bed. Sirius hand went down to your hip and he placed a few kisses along your side before letting a finger trace your stretchmarks.

“Looks like lightning” he whispered, mostly to himself, “‘s like on nights with thunderstorms when we watch movies”.

And you felt yourself relax a little more, albeit you didn’t suddenly think you’re the most gorgeous being on this planet, you felt calm to listen to your boy finding fascination in your body.

What do you think about dad's best friend Steve and innocent reader? Like Steve's kinda manipulative and hot and reader's too naive and he tricks her into having sex with her, she's reluctant at first but lowkey was always attracted to him so gives in and that results in smutty goodness. Also umm can you throw in daddy kink in the mix as I can't seem to send any requests without including it?😅🤭❤️ I hope it is not too much.🥺 Thank you and loveeeeeeeee you sweetie!!!❤️💞💓

dad’s best friend

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+, age gap, softdark!Steve, possessive!Steve, reader is in her twenties, daddy kink, dirty talk, curse words, smut, come play, unprotected sex

I am about to run wild with this and I love you!!

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Warily you eyed the clock on the wall. The mug in your hands had long since gone cold. It was still half full. The liquid sloshed in the cup with every twitch or awkward shift and there were many. Your father was meant to pick you up from Steve’s almost an hour ago and he still hadn't shown.

“Um,” you called out, “maybe we should text him?”

“We can do,” Steve replied, his voice floating from the kitchen, “but I don’t think it’ll be much use - oh, damn!”

Steve appeared in the doorway, dish cloth thrown over his shoulder and phone in hand. “I asked him to come at eight instead of six. My bad.”

You checked the clock again. It had only just gone ten to seven. You sighed and relaxed back into the sofa. “It’s fine. Do you want help with those dishes?”

You followed Steve back into his kitchen and settled into an easy rhythm; he washed and you dried. The silence was welcome and it was easy to get yourself lost in such a simple task.

Steve had saved your ass today. The rain had been torrential and Steve lived close to your college, almost an entire hour closer than your family. The wasn't normally an issue but it was a weekend and you’d been looking forward to spending it with them. 

Steve’s elbow brushed your arm. “Alright there, doll?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you nodded, “just looking forward to spending the weekend with family.”

Steve’s lips quirked up as he nudged you again. “Am I not family enough for you, doll?”

You glanced at him from the corner of your eye. The blue eyes, dark blonde hair. Broad shoulders and a beard that you wanted to slide your fingers into...sigh. You shook your head. “Sure you are.” and that was the problem.

Steve stared at you for a moment longer. Sometimes it felt as if he was looking right into you, peeling your brain open like a diary and flicking through all your dirtiest thoughts. A shudder ran down your spine and you looked away, embarrassed. God forbid. 

Eventually the sink was clean of dishes. A glance at the clock told you it had only even ten minutes. Taking in a deep breath, you moved to sink back into the couch. 

“Wait a minute,” Steve said, “I’ve got something I want you to take a look at.”

Steve was waiting at the bottom of the stairs and began heading up once you reached him. The walls were devoid of any kind of picture, though there was a chest in the upstairs hall that had a framed photo of him and your father. Steve had always been a great family friend and had spent many a weekend young your house. Now you were wondering what that might have cost him. Had he ever been lonely?

Steve led you into his bedroom and you followed without question. Your cheeks flared at the rumbled bed sheets and you averted your eyes. You felt like a pervert. Steve was stood by the side of his bed. He picked something off of the bedside table and when he turned to show you, your lips parred.

“You remember this?” he said. “Only a year or so old, I think. I’m not usually one for photos but I saw this and - you just looked so beautiful.”

The light gleamed off of the photo, illuminating your grin immortalised by the camera. Steve was right; it was only a year old. You’d been embarrassed and had stopped your family from ordering the photo once the sample had been sent out. Your hair looked a little too frazzled, your grin a little too wide. Apparently that hadn’t mattered to Steve.

“Why do you have that?” you asked. The question sat heavy in the air, weighing you down. You swallowed and your tongue felt clumsy in your mouth.

Steve hummed thoughtfully, turning the photo back to himself and stroking a thumb down the side. The silence was heavy. Then, a slight tilt of his head, and he was looking back at you. “I think you know why, doll.”

A shaky breath shoved its way past your lips and you took a step back. Never had you - there had been looks but - he was your father’s best friend. 

You shook your head. “No, Steve. I - no. It’s just a silly crush --”

“Maybe to you,” Steve interrupted. He discarded the picture on the bed and you watched it bounce. “But not for me. I have loved you for years. Do you know how it felt when - finally - one day you looked at me and it just clicked? You could never have hid how you felt. Not from me.”

“Steve, my dad --”

“Doesn’t have to know,” he spoke quickly. He reached out and his hand brushed your face. At some point he’d cornered you, and now he was the only thing between you and the door. “I’ve thought about it. I - we can do this. You spend a lot of time here all ready so he won’t bat an eye --”

“Steve, no.”

It was hard to watch. Steve flinched suddenly, as if he’d been hit. The hand by your face was shaking badly and the urge to reach out and take was a strong one. 

You’d lied to him. It was more than a crush. But hiding something of this extent from your parents? You’d never done anything of the sort before, didn’t know if you could start doing it now.

Steve’s hands suddenly cupped your face, angling it up toward his. You opened your mouth to speak but he silenced you with a kiss. You’d like to say that you struggled but - you didn’t. It was disturbingly easy to melt into the affection, open your mouth under his tongue and let his it sweep in. You went limp and surrendered yourself to it. 

Steve parted from you but not for long. He had you pinned to the wall with his body as his lips were caressing your gave and moving down your neck. “Don’t say that to me, doll. I’ve waited for so long and - I have to have you.”

The heat in his tone made you whimper and he swallowed the sound with his own mouth, ensuring your attention remained solely on him. It’s yours, you wanted to say, has been yours for so long.

An exhale shakily parted your lips when you felt the line of his cock press into your stomach. Your pussy clenched automatically at the thought of it, at the thought of Steve fucking you and slowly taking you apart with it. You dug your fingers into Steve's hair, tugging when he bit particularly hard at the long line of your neck.

The room swirled around you as Steve pulled you from the wall and to the direction of his bed. You went willingly, whimpering when the heat of his hands and mouth left you for too long. It was finally happening and you were desperate for it. If he stopped now or turned away you felt as if you'd die. A fire had started in your core and was steadily working its way through your body, trails of it left wherever Steve’s hands went.

“Don’t stop,” you managed, your voice ragged to your own ears. “Touch me, Steve.”

“Won’t,” Steve bit back, “can’t. Not Steve, darling girl. Daddy.”

Daddy. Now you were considering if Steve really had peeked inside your head at some point. 

Your pussy was pulsing along with your heartbeat, desperate for touch. You arched your back and pressed your breasts into Steve’s hands. Steve tweaked at your nipples through the fabric and then pulled it down, freeing your breasts. The urge to cover yourself came and went as Steve enveloped your nipples in his hot mouth, sucking hard enough to have you crying out. Your body was writing underneath his.

He parted from your breast with a ‘pop’ and his hands went to your jeans. The sound of your zipper coming down had your nerves flaring but then he was yanking them from your body hard enough to leave red marks and your panties were quick to follow.

Steve’s eyes fixated on the space between your legs and he inhaled noisily, sweeping a trembling hand across his mouth. “Fuck, doll. You want Daddy to touch your pretty cunt?”

“Daddy, yes,” you answered frantically. Burning up.

Despite the hunger in his gaze, Steve’s fingers trailed languidly across your pussty. His thumb swiped your clit and you shook. He used two fingers to part your lips, opening you to his careful gaze. The urge to rush him was strong, but you also understood. Steve was an artist. He’d want to see it all, take it in, tuck the details to this back of his mind for later. 

Your body flared up again at the thought of later. The image of Steve laid in this very bed, naked, hand around his cock, almost had you coming spontaneously. “Daddy, I can’t wait much longer.”

Steve hummed, eyes flickering back up to your face. They stayed that way, darting between your pussy and your face as he slid two fingers in to the knuckle. They went smoothly and you felt your arousal leaking around them. The thought of it pooling on the bed made you hotter and you felt almost dizzy.

Steve lazily fucked you open with them, humming appreciatively at the wet sound that soon came every time they pushed in. He leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to your belly, inhaling deeply. 

“Feels good, doll? My fingers in your pretty cunt?” he purred.

“Oh, God, yes,” you breathed, hips stuttering on the bed. “Need more.”

You cried out when his fingers pulled out and didn’t return. Pink lips parted and you watched as he took his fingers into his own mouth, sucking hungrily at your arousal. Then he was reaching for his shirt and tearing it off to join your jeans in the corner. His own followed and you gasped when his cock sprang up and brushed his belly button.

The head was an angry red and was damp with precum. Your mouth watered and the urge to taste rose up but you pushed it aside for another time. Steve fisted his cock and pumped it a few times, eyes more black than blue. He looked starved. 

“Gonna let me slide into that pretty cunt?” he rasped. The bed dipped as he got on, getting on his knees in front of you. “Fuck you stupid?”

“Yes,” you cooed, “anything, Daddy.”

Your legs jolted when Steve grabbed them and used them to pull you closer. His cock bobbed against his thigh and brushed against yours. It made you embarrassingly close to begging. Fast was not fast enough. You wanted to feel it all and you wanted to feel it now. 

The head of his cock caressed your clit and you sighed, relaxing into Steve’s hold. He had one hand at your hip and the other was guiding his cock to your pussy. The sight was more erotic that you’d been prepared for and he cooed when your pussy clenched again around nothing.

“Gonna get you nice and full,” he promised, “watch me leaking out of you.”

The stretch was welcome, and God, it was a stretch. Steve pushed forward until his hips were flush against yours. There was no pain, only a distinct feeling of being deliciously and utterly full. Just like he’d promised.

You rolled your hips experimentally and let your head fall back at the sensation. Still not enough. When both of Steve’s hands came to push your legs further apart and then cup your hips you shuddered in relief. 

“Been thinking about this so long,” he bit out. “Never gonna get enough of this cunt. Mine.”

Steve slid away until only the tip was remaining and then pulled your hips down at the same time he pushed forward. He sank you down onto his cock and watched as he disappeared inside of you and your arousal leaked out around his cock. It was a sight he’d never get enough of.

The pace didn’t remain slow for long. Soon the room was loud with the sound of his hips snapping together with yours and the soft appreciative coos he gave every time you moaned for him. He set a rhythm that allowed you no respite and made you take everything he was giving you, made you feel it all.

“Say it,” he urged. “say you’re mine. Tell me who this cunt belongs to.”

“Yours, Daddy,” you cried out, “’m yours.”

“Fucking right,” he groaned as he altered the position, leaning down until he was held up by his forearms around you. Your breasts pressed into his chest and when your nipples brushed against his you almost sobbed. 

Your orgasm didn’t creep up on you, it was loud and left trails of fire in its wake as it thoroughly ravaged you and left you limp beneath Steve. His pace stuttered at the sensations of your nails digging crescent shapes into his back and your pussy clenching wildly around his cock. Hips pressed tight to yours, cock seated deep, he let himself go. The feel of his release inside of you had him twitching already and you moaned. 

“Good girl,” he purred, “been so good for me. Was always meant to be like this.”

Steve didn’t pull out, only rolled to his side and manoeuvred your limbs until you were lying quite comfortably beside him. You caught a glimpse of the clock beside him and suddenly went cold. “Steve, my dad.”

“It’s okay, doll,” he spoke through a yawn, “he’s not coming till tomorrow.”

Too tired to argue, you let yourself relax back into his arms. Something sharp was poking your thigh and you swept your arm out, knocking the picture onto the floor. As you stared at the path it had taken, you knew Steve was right. It was always meant to be like this.

Slow Hands

Pairings: Tom Hiddleston x  Reader

Style: One-Shot

Warnings: Language, PURE SMUT. (NSFW, 18+!!!!!)

Word Count: 2K

Summary: In an effort to get you to relax after a long week, Tom offers to give you a massage. Which leads to other things…

A/N: This has literally (literally) no plot, y’all. Just pure, uninterrupted, dirty smut of Tom pleasuring you without any care for his own needs. As always, dedicated to the angel in my life, Zara, (@dolangram) who forced me to write this after I got very carried away thinking about Tom giving me a massage over IM late last night. Lord help me and forgive me for my sins. Amen. (Gif not mine!)

It had been an incredibly stressful, long few days. Few weeks, really. Work had been relentless – keeping you trapped in the office far beyond dusk. Only seeing Tom sparingly in between meetings and travel while he promoted Infinity War.

So when Friday evening finally rolled around, you felt like you were quite literally in heaven as you snuggled deep into your comforter, lazily reading a book while Tom managed various chores around the house quietly, trying not to disturb you.

After a few hours, Tom moseyed into the bedroom, drinking you in as you lay on your back, book propped on your tummy. You absentmindedly twirl a strand of long hair between your fingers, and he can’t help but smile as you arch your back attempting to stretch out your tired, sore muscles.

“Take your shirt off.” He commands softly, reaching the bottom of the bed and tugging at your toes. You twitch slightly, scowling.

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Pairing: Sheldon Cooper x Reader

Characters: Sheldon Cooper, Leonard Hofstadter, Howard Wolowitz, Raj Koothrappali

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 605

Author: Hannah

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