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Beta! Carol Danvers x Omega! Reader and Alpha! Steve Rogers x Omega! Reader
I’m going to put this little disclaimer here. Heat/rut can be classified as dub-con and for the purpose of this fic, forced bonding in this case is dub-con but depending on the Reader’s, it can be non-con, which has consequences (as it should). I’m just putting this here in case you choose not to read, which is totally fine.
Summary | When a location is compromised and an Omega comms officer is injured, Steve comes to save the day despite being in rut. This has disastrous consequences when Carol gets wind of what has transpired.
You don’t want to think about it.
To feel it.
It’s quiet on the way back to the compound, the blanket covering you up to your chin as the scar begins to heal, the dull ache reminding you of the bond that is now forged. You know you’ll have a choice to make once you get home, one that Steve knows all too well as he gives you a sad glance behind him, still keeping his distance despite his influence flooding you with worry and guilt. You know he’s sorry, even if he can’t bring himself to say the words. There’s a strong need to take care of you, to hold you as he turns back around, the sigh of his frustration reaching your ears before you shut your eyes.
Forced bonding has consequences. Jail time is common, fines for lesser crimes. The world has changed in favor of Omegas and their rights to a certain extent. But his fate is in your hands and it is a decision you know you can’t take lightly. While it is your choice to make, you are aware of the conversations that you will have to endure when you return. Natasha’s voice breaks through the comms, tracking your arrival.
“Dr. Cho will be standing by,” Natasha relays, her voice dry. Sterile. You know she doesn’t want to mention it any more than you want to be living it.
Two Alphas, Carol and Steve and one sweet cute Omega. A lot of mess. Again, Synth's writing is so compelling and hypnotizing that reading her is mond-blowing
Congratulations beautiful Synth! Have you read her stunning masterlist?
And I'll leave you with my favorite personal fic: Love Me Harder and part 2. Jake Jensen, innocent teasing, the most incredible reader insert and Synth's writing, that always pulls you magically fast and deep into the story.
all fics recommended below are smut- so it's expected that no one under the age of 18 should interact with this post. please read warnings before reading! enjoy;)
sit on my face - @milkathedudz
don't blame me for falling - @twoghostsfromeden
a squirming mess - @planetofawe
breath - @chanelfaerie
just be a good sport - @qyllenhaal
party - @nsfwsebbie
oscar worthy - @bucksfucks
invisible string part two - @artisancowbells
shut up and drive - @holdontorogers
first night together - @you-taste-so-sweet
nsfw alphabet - @donutloverxo
gucci guilty - @lahyene
chris smut m.list - @hlkwrites
reader rides chris while he fingers her backside and she's just a mess - @rocketrhap3000
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ransom hugh drysdale thrombey x latina!camgirl!reader
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 2.4k
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 Ransom and you have a complicated relationship. But his fucking makes it simple.
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 +18 ONLY. IF YOU’RE A MINOR, i’ll kick your ass and also block u. insults, explicit language, smut (sex toy use, filmed sex, filmed masturbation, dumbification, breeding kink, squirting mention, spit play, blowjob, rough sex (all consented tho) creampie, daddy kink, "bitch", "whore", "cumslut", "slut"), use of spanish phrases without translation. WHEN IN DOUBT, DON’T READ. THAT’S IT.
𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒
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The new lingerie set you’d bought made you feel savage. You knew it was something that your followers would enjoy. You decided to appear soft and delicate today, a good girl. So you turned your camera on, and while you were waiting for your payers to come in, you were sucking a lollipop endearingly, to gradually rile up the people watching you.
The candles you had lit along with the perfume you had spread in the room, with the soft music sounding in the background set the ambient, and your hand was gloved sending goosebumps through every part of skin you caressed. You were just fueling every sense, aislating yourself from the real world. You put the lollipop down and laided your back onto the headboard of your bed, with the computer at your feet, your clothed pussy in the first plane for your followers to admire and the clothed hand making it’s way there.
You’ve bought this glove recently, it was a sex toy. Made of black latex and a different head on each of your fingers, along with different textures that would let you see the stars. You even put a vibrator inside the middle one, just touching the point of your middle finger. Every head was different and enticing. And the vibrations between your thighs, so close to you sensible cunt left you gasping. Your lips and eyes stand out from the mask that you had on your face, sensual and with the same color as your underwear.
You looked straight to the camera when you grazed the vibrator contained by the latex over your pussy, while you gasped and then moaned, laying your head back. You could hear the sound of subscriptions coming in, and you suggestively moaned before pulling your panties to the side with your uncovered hand and brushing the vibrator on your clit, whining lightly. Then you put one of your fingers inside of you, and moaned directly to the camera, while you rubbed soft circles on your clit with your thumb, your belly contracting gently, your nipples hardening.
You took your finger off and brought it to your lips. And before you kept the show going, you said “Thank you for the gift, I’m enjoying myself so much. I hope you get off too”. You inserted two fingers in your pussy and moaned out loud.
📷
He was watching you going down the street, completely mesmerized. Just like the other men and women seeing you. He was smoking, but the smoke got into his eyes, for not being careful; his whole attention was on you. He threw the cigarette on the floor and stepped on it.
“Que hermosa, mamita.” A cute man complimented you, and you smiled and winked.
“Gracias mi amor. So pretty yourself.” You complemented and left him with his mouth open. But compliments were responded to, and he was a beautiful man.
You were walking with so much confidence and all eyes were naturally attracted to your presence, in that dress that hugged you perfectly, in those heels that took you some time to accustom to but now you walked like on a runway. And those striking stockings that you were wearing. You really were feeling yourself, that’s what a good night of orgasms and money gets you, really. You had earned so much, just had a few video requests that you had to fulfill and this month's cuota would be filled. And with this new job you had landed, things were starting to get off for you and your family
He was about to kill all the tigers that were stomping in your way, looking at you the way he did. Thinking the same things that he did, incited by that fucking dress, that gracefullness of your soul, and the barm coat that flew with the wind as you ate the wole street up. He was meeting you on this old cozy bar, after seeing that video of you yesterday he was riled up and just needed to be inside your warm pussy this cold afternoon, maybe with the coffee that you were gonna drink while you argued still stained on your mouth, that he was going to pry from your willing mouth as you gasped against him, with your mixed spit going down your chin from the sloppy kisses that he loves, and your breathy whines that had him rubbing his crotch against your stomach. And he couldn’t wait to see if you were wearing the lingerie that he had bought you, with that color that highlighted your skin undertone and got his dick leaking precum. Last night you were glorious, and today you were a walking goddess.
“Hola, imbécil.”
“Now that’s not very nice, especially after all the money I gave you last night.”
“Mhhm. Others gave me more, papito.”
“That so?”
“It is.”
“I got something more that they can’t give you. And you’re driving me feral, walking like that towards me, flirting with other guys. I thought I made it clear that you were mine.”
“And I thought I made it clear that I was my own. Especially after last night, did you see me get myself off that hard? And after the video endend I got so fucking happy, so fucking horny with all the comments, the views, the pictures that I got that I went to sleep humping my pillow.”
“Pictures?”
“Oh yes, I got so many pictures of so many pretty cocks daddy”
“You were thinking of other cocks, slut?” He questioned, grabbing you by your arm and putting you against a wall as you laughed.
“Not only thinking, papi, I found this hot guy that was just drooling for me, and he made me drool for him so much. The sheets were so messy that I had to change them after he left.” He gripped your throat harder, just growling furiously.
“Fucking bitch, I’m gonna stuff my cock so deep than your throat to make you regret everything you just said.”
“But daddy, I haven’t told you the best part yet!” You bite your lip, seeing his predatory eyes that wanted to devour you entirely. And you kept going without remorse. “The mattress was so wet too. You never reached that, did you? You want me to think that I’m yours but I got others treating me better.” You pouted, all that you were saying was true and seeing this look in his eyes was such a sight. You almost whined from his look alone.
He grabbed you by the arm and took you to his car, getting on it just right before you on the driver’s side. Wildly driving back to his place to get you fucking stuffed
“You’re driving me insane, bitch. Did you fucking curse me?”
“I did, every dick that enters this sweet pussy, plastic or meat, gets obsessed.”
“Don’t talk like that, making me more horny.”
“I’m sure your hand can help you, guapo.”
“My hand? Are you kidding me? You put that dress on, that looks more like a fucking t-shirt, to come see me and then you leave me with my hand? No, fucking whore You’re giving me your mouth. I have to wipe that smug smile and that boy’s taste off your lips. So suck, vicious little bitch.” So you did, with the loudest and a porn-like moan you quickly undid his briefs pulling his cock out, sucking the tip first.
“Daddy, the lollipop yesterday got me thinking so much about your cock. I couldn’t wait to taste you like this again.” He grabbed you by the hair at the red light, roughly pulling you up to met his face, yours pleasure filled, with drool over your chin, the same that had dirtied his pants.
“You fucking slut, were you just drilling me up to make me get rough on you?”
“No daddy, I did fuck the boy. That was yesterday morning, and then yesterday night I found a little time to think about you.”
“Yeah? Now all you're gonna have in your head and your mouth is me.” He shoved his cock deep into you, and when you gagged he pushed himself further and kept you there. “”Breathe, make this nice for me. I know you can do it.” You could, you enjoyed this so much, your paties were drenched. And what would he do when he notices you weren't wearing the pair he bought for you. Hopefully, break you. You started moving your hips, moving some friction in your pussy, and tastefully wiggling your ass for Ransom to admire.
“That’s right, cumslut. I'll make your ass fire up later too.”
📷
You screamed sensually when he hit your ass. You were on all fours, head down ass up, exposed to Ransom. He was filming your glistening pussy and your delicious ass that bounced on his torso asking for more pain. Delicious pain.
“I’m gonna break you with my cock baby. But after you ask nicely. Your followers want to know what a whore you are.”
“Such a whore! I want your dick papi, you fuck me so good. I want you to leave me braindead, drooling, filled. Please, please, please papi. Cogeme, fuck me. Te tengo muchas ganas.” You whined so hard, so annoyingly empty and desperate.
“What a good girl, making daddy so happy. Here you go, cunt.” He put one hand on your ass and thrusted into you aggressively. He positioned the camera to capture your joy filled face and his hips slamming in you. He didn’t stop nor slowed down, and started rubbing your clit to make you man loader, and you started to move back against him.
“You’re such a greedy little girl, you want all of me. ‘Cmon, give it to me now.”
“Ah!” You opened your mouth in a silent scream when you came, wetting him with your fluids.
And he quickly turned you around, on your back with your legs spread to search for his own high. But you were so sensible you started to close your legs and tried to squirm away from him. But he grabbed your face and spit on your cheek.
“Don’t you fucking dare pushe me away. You take it. Open your fucking legs. Open them wide.” You did, and he used you like a doll, with your mind swimming in pleasure, in his gorans in your ears and his hair caressing your face. He came, pushing himself against you and spilling into the condom. He moved away from you and grabbed the camera, turning it off. Then you were gonna edit the video a little bit, cropping some parts to upload to twitter and the full part you were gonna send it to your special subscribers. You gathered yourself, going to the bathroom to wash yourself a little bit, and coming with a cigarette in your mouth, already lit. You threw yourself on the bed.
“We… We have to stop doing this.” Ransom turned himself to you, taking the cigarette out of your hand and smoking it.
“Baby, you say that everytime. And then you do shit like today.”
“I know. But it’s different now, Hugh.”
“What the fuck you calling me that for?”
“‘Cause I got a new job. Lisa’s personal assistant. And I don’t intend to be higher than all the employees you ask to call you that and then go ahead and disrespect them.”
“You don’t have to work for shit, baby. I’ll pay everything for you. You just keep making those videos and the rest is on me”
“What? Like a sugar daddy? No jodás.” You grabbed another cigarette for yourself, so this dipshit wouldn’t take it away from you
“I mean it baby, I can give you the world, just let me”
“I already have the world papito, and I got it all on my own.” He hummed, and his eyes lit up when you called him ‘daddy’ in spanish, in this intimacy. With your body still displayed for him, through which he roamed his eyes in.
“Papito?” He repeated with an accent. “Maybe I can make a mama out of you....” He burned the cigarette out and took yours off too.
“What the hell are you talking about?” You complained in a moan when he turned you around, on your belly with your hands by your head and his entire muscular, heavy and warm body sprayed out on you. He then pushed deep into you.
“Get off me, Ransom.” You complained in a gasp.
“But I’m so deep ‘side you... I just have to get this shit off me to fill you up.“ He still had his condom on, but he hurriedly got it off and dived inside you again.
“What?! Don’t you dare. Get. The hell. Off.”
“Don’t lie to me princess, you want me to fill this pussy. You’ll be a fucking queen, in my arms, being spoiled with my money. I’ll take care of you and all the kids you’re gonna give me.”
“Ransom…” Your accent was spilling, and your resistance was getting away from you, his words and promises stained in your brain. “Fucking dick.”
“Nobody takes me like you, gripping me like that. You’re just a whore for me, ain’t you? Want all of me.”
“Ah, Ransom, you’re so deep.” You whined, your belly contracting.
“What do you want, honey? I wanna hear you beg for it”
“I-- Please Ransom. Please, please, please llename. Por favor, papi!” You moaned when he started pushing into you again. Last round had been intense and you had little break, so naturally you didn’t last long. You came screaming Ransom’s name, free to do so without a camera in front of you. And he was so close too, his mind winded up with getting you pregnant, with images of your belly full, your tasty breasts with all the milk he was gonna drink. He was goraning so much, your pussy grabbing him so hard, pushing him farther inside of you.
“Are you gonna be a good mama for me?”
“The best, daddy! Just please, please fill me.” And he did, with the loudest groan. To then turn you around and start admiring your tits, your body, getting inside your head with compliments of the mommy you were gonna be. And all the videos you were gonna make with your horniness, with your huge titis and that round belly. How he wanted to cover you in cum and get it on camera to show that you were his, cause getting you pregnant just wasn’t enough. And after that, he went down to eat his leaking cum out of you and prepared you for the next round.
This is my entry for @my-divine-death motel 666 challenge
ROOM: the delusional (stalker, kidnapper, murderer).
ROOM NUMBERS: #222 (a polyamorous relationship)
ROOMMATES: steve rogers + natasha romanoff (cap’s quartet)
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𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 steve rogers x latina!fem!reader x natasha romanoff
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 5k
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 You are part of an underground group of heroes of New York City under the codename Cheetah. When this group catches the attention of the Avengers, you are demanded to join them in their building. Your sweet little self also steals the attention of two special someones.
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 +18 ONLY. IF YOU’RE A MINOR, i’ll kick your ass and also block u. this is kinda dark!avenger AU, mentions of family abuse, torture, electro-shock use, starvaiton, mutants, DUB-CON/ NON-CON, age gap (reader is of age), smut (threesome, f/m/f, coercing, kissing, daddy kink, anal, cum play, forced, choking, dildo use, creampie), drug use (to dope reader), stalking, meltdown. WHEN IN DOUBT, DON'T READ. THAT'S IT.
You can’t stay with your eyes open for more than five minutes. You’re barely holding your head on your knuckles, your elbow on the table and the professor a few steps away from you. You’re falling asleep in this lecture. Again. Which is not your fault really, this dude is really boring. And his voice just kinda lures you to sleep. It’s the stunner bell that wakes you in a second, bewildered. Looking around to see if somebody noticed, to then pretend that nothing happened while picking up your stuff from the desk.
With that last class covered, you’re ready to go home. For a few minutes at least, until you go out again. But not like you. Like Cheetah.
Cheetah was a codename, in this superhero business you can’t really use your real identity. Not in the underground business anyway, and especially not if you have powers. The illegal activities are part of it, but when people in your everyday life know that you’re that disgusting mutant… things get rough. Families break. Torture and pain blossom. You’ve seen it happen.
Home is the apartment that you share with your team, your fellow mutants. Most of them have been through so much, most of us don’t have any family except this team. And after all the heartbreak and the rejection, after all the pain and the hate, the family we learn to build is the warmest hug, the safest refuge, the tastiest meals. The best place to always come back to.
When you reached your house, Jay was cooking dinner, while Danny and Nova played video games. You kissed Jay in the cheek after greeting the other two, and closed the door to privately talk.
“I have bad news…” You started, toeing the line between sad and angry. Jay acknowledged you and pushed you to continue. “Somebody knows about us. I’ve been sensing some movements on the net.”
“About us?” The worry showed all over his face and spread through his voice.
“About Danny first. But we’re not so safe either…” Jay sighed, and you just lowered your eyes. Danny was the only anchor we had on the net. He still had some attachment with his family. The boy had a golden heart and a forgiving mind, which led him to get hurt over and over again. That’s why, when all of us had sent our families flying out the window the moment we discovered the true meaning of family, between us mutants, he hadn’t. We cut all ties, using Jay’s powers of mind manipulation to make our families forget us. And your powers to erase your technological tracks, your digital existence. Even make your families forget the huge sons of bitches that they are and all the abuse that they got their own kids through. After all the torture you had to endure because of them, you would of liked to see them suffer a little bit. But safety comes before vengeance. Especially when you had people to look after. Even though the last time you saw them they sent you to a mental hospital, leaving you weak from all the electro-shock, the starvation, Nova having to blast part of the building to get you out, alongside Danny and Jay. You were willing to sacrifice your life for them.
But Danny had another connection to his family, they loved him… Not so much his condition, much less that he doesn’t see it like a disease, that he doesn’t believe he had to be cured. But he’s the only one who still holds a connection to his family, still attached to the net for them. Dangerous, but it worked fine, with the fake names and the elaborate barriers that you managed to put up. Until now.
Your eyeballs start getting covered by a white cloud, your pupils and iris disappearing behind it, so Jay approaches you and grabs your arms, concerned and caring. Your head diving into the waves of the network ocean, swimming into piles of data. A dreamlike experience that allows you in just seconds to cross through gigabytes of information. And allows you to find out that you’re doomed. “We’re not safe anymore”. You shiver when you come out of it, and with one final shared concerned look, you both get out into the living room to look for your family.
When you get there, Danny and Nova are still playing video games, and while everything seems normal, there’s this tingling under your skin and you feel a spider-like bite in the crook of your neck. Buzzing, uncomfortable.
“Gimme your phones.” No questions asked, they all give you their cellphones. They stop playing and wait for your directions. And you break the cellphones. The tingling goes down a little bit, but you can feel the unsteady eyes of the net piercing your skin. Someone’s watching you. Spying your family. You turn the TV off, and because you still feel the eyes you grab the device and drop it to the floor, harshly disconnecting it and breaking the screen. Dismantling the back part to cut key cables that connect to the net. And the buzzing stopped.
“So… you gonna pay for a new TV right?”
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After you explained to the family the breach on Danny’s info and that someone was watching you through every device in the house that interacted with the net, explaining the severity of the stalking, your family was highly strung. The last time you didn’t follow your powers you had to watch everything you all had built blow out into pieces. And it had taken a long time to come back from that one. You weren’t gonna let that happen again. And neither were they.
So it was settled: you were starting over. It was too dangerous to stay, despite what you all had here. You started packing your bags, booking flights through the net to get the hell out of here. Putting firewalls and barriers so that finding you will be labyrinthic. Erasing the fake information you gave your university, as well as Jay’s, Nova’s and Danny’s info from their jobs, their gameplay accounts, the discord ones… Everything gone, which brought a huge stress on your body.
“Jay I’m… Not feeling well” You said approaching Jay, by the end your knees giving in and collapsing onto Jay. Nova quickly helped to hold you, hugging you tightly and directing you to the couch so you can rest.
Everybody was giving it their all. Bur Danny…
“You’re not feeling so good, Cheetah. Maybe... maybe we should wait it out a little bit. It’ll be good! We need to get some air first, think this through…” He babbled, so nervous and energetic.
“Stop Danny…” You muttered, so exhausted… You just wanna sleep for a little.
“I’m serious! Let 's stay!” When his hair starts turning red and his hand gets tenser, with nails growing… You know his emotions are getting a hold of him. That's never good, but for a mutant is way worse.
“Are you dumb? Don’t you understand how dangerous that would be?” Nova barked at him.
“Remember the last time we listened to you and not her?” Jay hissed. “We’re not doing that shit again.” Danny’s breathing was fast and heavy, he wasn’t convinced at all.
“And get a hold of your fucking self.” Nova grunted, still holding you in her arms. She had lived the exhaustiveness of using your powers. Meanwhile Danny got back to his true form without so much as a blink.
Jay brought you a glass with water, and you stretched your arm to Danny, to have him close. ”Danny. Please, listen to us. Listen to me. Please believe me, I need you to get on board with this. Te necesito. We won’t leave you behind and we won’t go ahead without you. We stick together, somos familia” You pleaded to him. And that got him more on board. Part of himself remembering last time.
🌌⚡
There’s something going on. Your fucking nerves shuddering, feeling eyes watching every step you take. Something 's wrong. You look quiet on the outside, peaceful, bored. But on the inside you’re about to collapse. You arrived at the airport, with the fake passports and the tickets you managed to get. The team decided to split, boarding on their own. You can’t even see them, feeling only Jay in your head trying to calm you down. You were already trying to do that yourself, knowing that airports have camaras fucking everywhere, so of course they were going to be watching you. And everyone’s using their cell phones, computers, tablets. Yeah, eyes were everywhere. Maybe you’re way up in your head. You stopped the stalking, you discovered it on time… right? Yes. So there’s nothing to worry about. If you look up this book that you’re pretending to read you can see Jay. Looking out the window to the planes in the field, but with his mind on you. And if you pretended to stretch, and twisted your head back you can see Nova talking to a lonely old lady. Everythings normal. Danny is probably in the bathroom, or buying something. He’ll be back soon.
“Hey, what are you reading?” Asked the man beside you, short brown hair. Handsome, with a jean jacket and gloves, looking really bored.
“I… Not reading actually, can’t focus” You sighed, closing the book and getting more comfortable in your seat, still looking at him.
“Fear of flying?”
“Something like that...”
“Well, you don’t have to worry about nothing. These things now are really developed, they were dangerous back in the day but now? Nah”
“Back in the day? Talking like an old sir when you’re not older than me” You noted, tilting your head to the side curiously. He chuckled, a little bit nervous.
“It’s just a saying” He sputtered, and you hummed in agreement, finishing the conversation. When you look back frontwards. And Jay wasn’t there. You frowned, starting to get concerned again but trying not to express it.
“You’re looking for your friend?” Wondered the guy next to you. And you didn’t even flinch.
You turned to him confused, and voiced “What? I didn’t come with any friends. You’re as far from a friend as I encountered here.” You appealed, to get him to buy your lie so you can get the hell away from here.
“Really? So You don’t know any Jay?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. But I have to go to the bathroom, so excuse me” You were about to combust. Who the hell is this dude? And just how in the fuck does he know? You… You didn’t have any trace left behind. Everything was perfect. Just how...?
“No, we’re not going to the bathroom. Where 's Nova?” Fucking nowhere. You don’t find her when you look back.
“How do you know about Nova? Who the fuck are you?”
“Calm down. S’ not good to get stressed due to your… condition” You weren’t stressed out. You were fucking angry, you wanted your family and this hijo de puta wasn’t gonna take them from you. But you can feel an electric fire coercing through your body, and your jaw started to hurt from how hard you were biting.
“They are fine. If you come with me you’ll see”
“I’m not going with the same dickass that took them.” You roared, grabbing his arm and sending an electric current through your touch.
He groaned and pleaded again “Calm down, Cheetah. Look around”. The screen noticing the flight schedules was flickering, and you could see the receptionist struggling with her computer. But you were fucking out of it.
“I… I can’t. Not ‘til I see them” Your eyes started getting cloudy, your mind submitting to the net. Getting more weight in the man’s arms, weakening.
“Then… I’m sorry” You felt the prick before you saw the needle in his hand. Fuck.
🌌⚡
“I saw her first, I was the one who helped Stark find her.”
“Nat, it was your fault that she left last time.”
“Fuck off.”
“Don’t talk like that.”
They were staring at you sleeping. You were so calm, after your meltdown in the airport earlier that day. Your friends were waiting for you, Nova grabbing your hand, Jay in Danny’s embrace. They didn’t think you would be so close to them again, but you are. And Nat and Steve couldn’t be happier.
“So beautiful. So peaceful. Can’t wait to have her” Nat bites her nail softly, rubbing her thighs together.
“I’m gonna have her first Nat” Steve grabs Nat’s face, turning it to her, skeezing her cheeks. “And only if you behave you’ll have your turn.” Nat whimpers at that strong tone, struggling to nod while looking at Steve completely surrendered, dumbed down. “Good girl.” With a peck on the lips, Steve lets her go.
“We can’t lose her again”
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“And why do they call you Cheetah? Fancy animal print?” Tony’s annoying and not at all funny’s ass is in your room the moment you wake up.
“Nice one” You snickered. “If you piss me off, maybe you’ll find out”
“Oh I think I already did… You were the one who discovered me right? Not even 20 seconds in your grid and you shut me off. That’s amazing, much faster than last time. And you’ve grown, kid.” You just looked at him. Explaining yourself isn’t gonna do anything, he already knows everything about you. You just have to use all his tech against him, find a way out of this awful place. You can’t believe you’re fucking here again.
“You.. Know each other already?” Jay asked. And you just sighed and looked away.
“You’re bickering like family…” Danny chipped in.
“It’s a long story.” You blurted. Between the drugs, using your powers carelessly and knowing what was waiting for you in this place, you were on the verge of tears. And even though you loved your family, this is something you never disclosed to them. Couldn’t ruin the idea of Avengers that they had with the real malice that surrounded the most famous superheroes.
“And when did you learn to cover your tracks like that? ‘Cause you can have the powers, but--”
“That’s enough. She’s still worned out and needs to rest. You already have us here anyway, so you have all the time in the world to ask your stupid questions.” Nova commanded.
“She does need to rest, so you’re leaving. But I’m not”
“It’s fine, guys.” You conceded when they focused their eyes on you, completely worried. You felt Jay in your mind, caring and loving, and you reassured him quietly. You had to talk to Stark eventually. And so they left.
“Mhm… I get that I cause oniric things to people, but if you so desperately wanted me back you could of asked nicely”
“I tried, but you wouldn’t let me, blocking me at every road. You upsetted the captain, and the spy almost killed me.”
“Almost? That’s a shame” You lazely fired, snuggling into the bed and closing your eyes. You were too tired for this bullshit conversation, and so angry that you were in their arms again. The mere thought of what they would do to you…
“Listen. I have some pills for you.”
You opened one eye, and shot a sharp reply. “I won’t take anything you give me.”
“That 's a shame.” Tony said, walking toward you. “‘Cause this building is full of electrical devices. And if you don’t take them, you’re gonna live with one hell of a headache.”
“Oh, so the tortures and investigations you and your idiotic team performed worker for something? I’m glad, at least all that pain wasn’t for nothing”
“The team cares about you, and Banner understands just how much you suffer.” He was so close to you, with those fake ass glossy eyes. They didn’t have feelings, they didn’t care.
“Yeah? Couldn’t tell by all the torture.” Tony drops the hand that was about to caress your cheek and with one final look, he leaves. Leaving you all alone, drifting off to sleep.
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“Thanks for your help, Buck.” Steve said, putting a hand on his shoulder and patting it lightly. He met you at the airport, the only member of the Avenger’s team that you hadn’t known ‘till then, the perfect one to approach you and contain you if needed. And it was needed.
“Well, now I'm feeling a little underappreciated. I found her digital footprint, which led us to her.”
“Yeah, I know. Thanks, Stark.”
“Is she… going to embrace this life with us?” Banner nervously asked, playing with his hands and not lifting his eyes.
“I just want her to be safe, but maybe she shouldn’t be here. If I were to take her to Asgard...” Thor proposed, but nobody agreed with him.
“She is not leaving.” Nat stabbed a knife into the table, pissed. She wasn’t letting you go.
“She will accept her fate. She doesn’t have another choice.”
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Your head was pounding, the electronic spasms swirling through your head. Cuddled up in the hospital bed, grabbing your head with your hands. Stark was right, and you were just about to give in and drink those damn pills. But would it be a mistake to trust them? After so much pain last time… Especially in Stark’s bloodied hands.
You were winning, your mind trying to concentrate on something else when you felt a hand on your leg. And you quickly incorporated on the bed, crawling away from the person that touched you. Only to burn with anger when you realize who it was: Steve Rogers.
“Hello darling.” You were dreading this encounter, but it was doomed to happen. You were in his house.
“Hello, golden fucker.” He laughed with no cheerfulness at all, his eyes darkening.
“I’ll let that slide. I know that you have to get used to being here again. And I also know that you’re in pain.”
“You’ve been watching me?”
“Of course, kitten.” He tilted his head, like he didn’t understand just how creepy that shit was. But of course he would be watching you, he wouldn’t let you out of his sight again.
“Why haven’t you taken the pills? They’ll help you.”
“Are you really asking me that?” He signed, uncrossing his arms and putting them on his hips, never taking his eyes off of you and already noting that you would be harder to break than he initially thought. All of them wanted you, why didn’t you want them? They had the entire world to give to you.
You couldn’t hold his staring for much longer, so looking down you swore: “I don’t wanna drink the fruits of my suffering. And I don’t wanna be here with you, fucking crazy pants.”
He approached you fiercely, clenching his jaw and grabbing yours in his hand. “I forgave the first one, but no more. You’ll take the damn pills or I’ll push them down your throat.” You whimpered, trying to turn your head but incapable due to his hard grip. You nodded slowly, staring at him disgusted. But he wouldn’t allow that, and you wished you knew better.
He grabbed your hair, pulling your head back and grunting while you trembled. His face’s watching you closely from above.
“Stop being so difficult. You have nowhere to go, and the faster you submit, the better. Open your mouth.” You did, and he spitted on it. Making you swallow.
He let you go and handed you two pills and a cup with water, closely watching you drink it.
“That wasn't that hard, right? My good girl.” He caressed your face and you give in to his touch, the pills making effect fast but numbing your head, along with the praise sending you to another planet.
“Baby, daddy really needs to empty his balls in you, will you let me?” He asked, sliding his thumb in your mouth, you sucking and nodding eagerly. “Of course you’ll let me, cause you're my little whore, right?” Your eyes went to the back of your head, mewling.
“Take your clothes off and lay down, ass up.” You did just as he demanded, his eyes never leaving you. When you were done he just put his crotch zipper down and freed his cock, still in his stealth suit. He signed before vowing: “After all the trouble you’ve made me go through, I’ll be rough on you. So you’ll learn. You need it, kitten.” He approached you slowly, ready to hunt his prey. Ready to make yo fucking take it.
He spit in your pussy, spreading it with the tip of his cock and pounded into you pushing you forward and making you gasp and moan in pain. He put his hands on your head, pushing you into the mattress violently, as he started moving his hips roughly, in and out of you. Your ass bouncing against his pelvis, your mouth wide open as you started crying out.
“God, I miss this fucking pussy.” One of his hands left your head to slap your ass angrylly. Fucking you like he hated you. He did hate you, you left him, you abandoned him. Left him without this sweet pussy that was gripping him thigh. Leaving him without this incredible ass of yours that always drove him mad.
“I’m never leaving you again, you hear me? You’re fucking mine.” He slipped his thumb in your asshole, and you moaned like a whore, not expecting you. “You really missed this too, mmm, baby? You’re enjoying this more than me. Just wait ‘till I destroy your ass.” You were out of yourself, completely surrendered, gripping the sheets, taking the harsh spanking. The thumb in your ass driving you nuts, opening you up.
And the way he pounded onto you, you could feel him so deep inside you, his dick sliding against you savagely. His grountings, his hair hitting his face, sweating his heart out while you just fucking taked his merciless trusts. Your screams were driving him mad, he wanted to make you suffer. He knew that’s how you enjoyed it, the noises of his hips hitting your ass, the grunts he was letting out.
“Da-- Daddy! It’s to much!”
“Is it? Fucking take it.” With that, he penetrated you harder, if that was even possible. Then grabbed you by the hair to push him against his chest, standing on your knees. Never stopping for one second.
“This is what you deserve, for running away from me. You’re not running anymore. You’re fucking mine.” And the coil in your belly snapped, your legs trembling and your head tilting back in his shoulder, you came screaming, your entire body giving in, collapsing against Steve. You couldn’t even open your eyes, and Steve pushed you back into the bed and came out of you to admire your glistering pussy.
“Look at this mess, baby girl. You’re really loving this, aren’t you? Now I am gonna enjoy myself.” He entered you again, and you screamed with your eyes tightly shut. Your belly spasming from the overstimulation.
“N-no more, please daddy. I-I can’t take it.”
“That’s too bad, ‘cause this isn’t for your pleasure. Today you’re only here to please me, to receive my cum, to have your holes ripped. You’re getting fucked. Hard. And you’re gonna take me while you fucking scream” He put his feet on the mattress to pound you brutally. And you just stayed there, taking it. Your ass burning hot, aching from his spanking. Until he came out of you, whimpering from the emptiness, and then gasping when he turned you around and unceremoniously putting his dick in your mouth for you to drink every last drop of his cum.
“That’s right, there you go, whore.” He said, while you gagged and his dick hitted the back of your throat. Before pulling away, he plowed into you even deeper, even harder. To then pull out and leaving you coughing, putting his cock back into his pants and fixing himself.
“Just wait ‘till Nat has you babygirl, together we’re gonna break you.” And with that, he leaves.
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“Hi, little girl. Heard Stevie tired you out.” You moaned and stirred awake, in another bed, in another bedroom. With Natasha Romanoff by your side, caressing your hair. You looked at her mesmerized, with an underlying fear of her anger. If Steve received you like that then… What about your loving assassin?
“Hi mommy… He did. Left my pussy aching.” She put her hand around your neck, squeezing and making you more awake.
“Well deserved, for being a dumb little girl that though she could fend for herself. You had to learn.” You nodded.
“And now baby, mommy’s gonna make you pay too. Gonna fuck you to an inch of your life, and Stevie here is gonna help me.”
“We wanted to be good, loving partners. But you wouldn’t let us.” Steve said, standing up from a chair in the corner. “So we have to teach you several lessons, you have to learn to want us. To love us.”
“If you don’t play along, become our little kitten, serve us, then your family’s gonna suffer. And even if you say no and they suffer, you’ll still be used. Just like you deserve, kitten.” You nodded, and Natasha just laughed sitting in your face, her ass in your face, already naked.
“That wasn’t a question, whore. So suck.” You eagerly start invading her folds, exploring her entrance and then latching onto her clit. “That’s it baby, you remember how it’s done.”
Steve pushed his aching cock into you, fucking you while kissing Natasha in a nasty kiss that left their chins globbeering from spit, groaping her tits, her ass boucing in your face. Your body under them both, your breathing being cut by Natasha’s ass checks. The struggle to breath driving you closer to the hill, while Steve’s huge dick stretch you out, your belly trembling, you were getting so close, you started sucking Natasha faster, hearing her moaning and rubbing against your face, one of her hands going onto your tits and pulling your nipples. When you put your thumb on Natasha’s ass and your tongue inside her, she came, and you along with her. And just then Steve pulled out of you and impaled your asshole fast, making you scream and grip Natasha’s ass hard, with your nails burying on her ass. Tears were starting to form on your eyes from Steve’s huge cock in your pure ass.
“What is it baby? You were enjoying Steve in your pussy but the moment he fucks your ass you suddenly don’t like it? Fuck her harder, Stevie.” Her words and Steve starting to do exactly what she said, plus the overstimulation of your last orgasm made you cum again, while Natasha started humping your tits. Your delirious screams, Natasha’s moans and Steve’s groanings fill the room. He filled your ass and kept fucking you. Natasha got down off you to search for something in the closet, meanwhile Steve got down to whisper in your ear, admiring your fucked up face.
“Fuck baby, you’re my little cumslut right? Just out of it. Filled with my cum. But your mouth is empty baby, just like your head. But don’t worry, Nat can fill your mouth. And your little mind can just think of us.” His words and his hand starting to choke you made you cum again. Your body was made for them, for you to be used and filled. Steve sat back on his knees, pulling out of you, leaving your pussy shivering and manhandling you on your fours, with Natasha sitting in front of you with a huge dildo strap-on for you to choke on.
You grabbed the base and shoved it on your mouth, Natasha grabbing your face and spitting on it. Your face was stained with tears, Natasha’s fluids and now her spit too. Until Steve pulled out and filled your face with his cum. You felt empty for a second until his dick entered your cunt, pushing you forward to choke on Natasha’s dildo, grabbing your hands so you can’t help yourself with them to grope her tits.
And then you felt a cold something entering your ass, stretching it open again and making you scream and gag on the plastic dick. Steve was pushing another dildo onto you, filling you completely. And pushing you off your pleasure cliff when it started to vibrate. And you were gone. They were running a train over you to keep you on your knees for the rest of your relationship.
“That 's it, kitten. Making us so happy.” You were drifting away, closing your eyes and moving due to the force of their thrusts. You passed out, but that means nothing to them, they just kept using you.
Sprayed out on your belly in the bed, Steve slides his cock inside of your slobbering, glistering pussy. You’re in and out of consciousness when you feel him starting rocking inside you, pulling your hair. Making you pant and whine like the stupid, greedy little slut you are.
“Go on, little girl. Get lost in the abyss. Pretend you’re not enjoying yourself. Disconnect, find your space. But when the abyss looks back at you, you’ll realize just how much you liked it.”
“And if you don’t realize, don’t worry… Your body already knows.” You’re drooling on the mattress, whimpering and spasming from the pleasure, your legs trembling. You’ve come so many times you feel your mind slowly detaching from your body. You can’t take it anymore, but they are not done with you yet. So you just take it. Not like you can do something else.
When they are finally done they leave you with a dildo in your ass and another one in your pussy, Steve’s cum, Natasha’s fluids all over your body, cut, ass and mouth. And the dildos filling you up, keeping Steve’s cum inside of you.
“And when you’re ready, we’ll share you with the rest of the group. ‘Cause good little girls have to pleasure mommy and daddy’s friends”
Summary: Chris gets you to tell him about your day.
Pairing: Chris Evans x Shy!Reader
“How was your day, Baby?” Chris asked.
“It was good,” you said softly. “I got my nails done.”
He took both of your hands out of the water. You got short baby blue acrylics on one hand and short light green acrylics on the other. You have white little flowers on your finger and on your opposite hand it’s white almost lace butterflies. He smiled.
“I like ‘em a lot,” he said. “I really do.”
You immediately smiled. He leaned a bit to his right and then he kissed your cheek which made your cheeks burn under his touch. His arms wrapped around you and you easily held onto them.
“Tell me what else happened,” Chris said.
You do. You tell him about Dodger just snatching up a duck from the pond nearby when you took him for a walk when Chris couldn’t this morning. You tell him about the gossip in the office and everyone’s secrets that they share with you. They only tell you things because can’t keep things to themselves and you’re very quiet. People don’t think you’ll let out the things they tell you but you tell your husband and your nail artist- she knows everything even the stuff you don’t tell Chris. You tell Chris about the kittens you saw in the window of the pet supply store next to the nail salon.
“We’re not getting cats,” Chris said.
“But they were so cute and- and Dodger needs a friend,” you said.
“He’s got enough friends,” he said. “He’s got uh.. Milo and Ginger.”
“He spends all day alone, Chris, while I’m at work and while you’re pretending to be a lawyer,” you said leaning to your side and looking at him.
“I bring him with me half the time and on Friday’s they allow you to bring him to work and yet you don’t bring him to work with you,” your husband argued looking at you.
“That’s just because I don’t want people unnecessarily coming up to my desk,” you said. “And I don’t want him being subjected to the people I work with.”
He laughed. He knows what your coworkers are like. He’s seen them up close. Chris only deals with them at the company Christmas/New Years parties.
“We don’t have to get a cat. We could get another dog,” you said.
“What if we got a baby instead?” Chris asked.
“We can’t leave a baby by itself or alone with just Dodger! That’s child endangerment,” you exclaimed.
“You’d make a great mom,” Chris said.
“If I have your baby, can I get a kitty?” You asked.
“I’ll get you whatever the fuck you want,” your husband said.
“You kinda already do that,” you said.
“Yes, you are spoiled,” Chris said kissing your temple.
Pairings: Jake Jensen x female reader (not My Best Friend, Jensen verse)
Warnings: explicit sexual content- oral (female receiving), explicit language, talk of past inadequate lovers, asshole ex-boyfriend, a dash of angst, pinning, pussy worship kink (is that a thing?) praise kink, implied smut, Jake being the fictional boyfriend we all deserve (18+)
Word Count: 2.1K
A/N: this is not JJ x sunshine from My Best Friend, Jensen.
This is not beta read. All mistakes are my own.
'But like... never?' Jake asked, squinting in disbelief, ‘never?’
'Um... no' you shrugged, embarrassed at your admission, 'can you hand me that folder?'
You had been paired with Jensen for a huge project at work and had gotten to know him over the past few months. You'd even consider him a friend at this point. And it was a good thing, since you were now sitting cross-legged on the floor of your office, folders spread all around you as you spilled-your-guts to him about the most embarrassing part of your love life. Or lack of love life to be exact.
'OK... so like some guys can't find the g-spot... with their...' Jake cleared his throat and cocked his head slightly down towards his lap, 'but not even with his fingers or tongue?'
'I don't know...' you said, face burning with embarrassment as you tried to hide behind a folder.
'You don't know?' Jake asked, going silent while he processed your words, 'wait... did he ever go down on you?'
You were silent, chewing at your bottom lip, pretending to run the numbers again as you avoided his question. Your gut turning painfully as you worked to keep your breathing steady. This was a mistake.
'Y/N?' Jake's voice was raised in disbelief, leaning over to catch your gaze, 'hey?' His voice softened, the concern in his tone made your heart ache.
'It's not a big deal, Jake' you tried to brush it off like it didn't bother you. It's what you always told yourself at least. But deep down you knew you were lying. And something told you Jake did too.
'Not a big deal?' He choked, 'your dumbass ex boyfriend never gave you an orgasm... never tasted you and you're trying to tell me that's not a big deal?'
'Tasted me?' You squeaked, you could feel the heat wash over your face in waves, the warmth reaching your ears.
'Hell yeah, tasted you' he said with his whole damn chest, 'I love tasting the woman I'm with... laying her out, spending as much time as I can between her sweet thighs, making ‘em tremble, making her scream my name. It gets me so fuckin' hard.'
'Oooh' you managed a shaky breath as you felt an ache deep in your belly. An ache that was too deep to reach with your fingers or your vibrator. You whimpered when Jake looked up at you, his tongue darting out to wet his pink lips.
'It really is one of my favorite things about being with a woman' he continued, as you eyes flickered to his lips, discreetly pressing your thighs together for some much needed relief. You shifted in your work-appropriate sundress, bottom lip sucked between your teeth as you hung on his every word.
'It's intimate and soft and beautiful... making a woman fall apart in your mouth' he said, his voice low and warm as you squirmed, arousal pooling in your panties.
'It's my fault, really' you offered, absentmindedly, still staring at that perfect-pink-pout, 'the ex always said I couldn't relax enough t-to cum.'
'What? Oh, fucking come on' Jake practically snarled, rolling his eyes and punching the floor as he leaned back against the base of your cushioned arm chair, his head hitting it with a soft thud.
Jake's reaction made you startle as your thoughts were pulled back to your work project and the time.
'Yeah... well' you coughed, clearing your throat uncomfortably, 'maybe if we ever finish this project I'll loosen up enough to meet a guy...'
'That's bullshit' Jake grumbled, 'please tell me you know that's bullshit' his glasses were off and he was pinching the bridge of his nose, rubbing his tired eyes in frustration.
'Y/N...' he sighed, putting his glasses back on and giving you an incredulous look, 'this has nothing to do with you...'
'You don't know that' you said, eyes prickling with tears as you busied yourself with putting papers back in folders and started stacking them neatly beside you. It was well past time to call it a night.
'I do' he sighed, leaning his elbow on the seat of your chair as he angled his long lean body towards yours, 'that asshat shoulda been working to relax you... you know… get your pussy ready so he can take you apart over and over... and over' he emphasized, suggestively.
'Well there was never even one over... so there couldn't be multiple overs...' you snorted, 'um... remind me why you're single again?' You teased.
'Why are you?' He shot back, but his voice didn't have his usual playfulness to it.
'I told you... frigid bitch' you smirked, your self deprecating sense of humor usually earning you at least a pity chuckle from Jake, but this time he remained stoic, unspoken emotion burning in his eyes.
Jake took a deep steadying breath, his jaw clicking as he smoldered with an emotion you hadn't seen from him before... Anger.
Jake was angry. He was fuming in fact. And for the first time since you had started working on this project, you wanted to be anywhere else then with him.
You finished stacking the rest of the folders with no help from Jake, leaning on all fours to reach the ones farthest from you. You swear you heard a low rumble in his chest when you leaned just over him.
'Well... um... I'll see you tomorrow' you stumbled over awkward words as Jake pushed off the floor, rising slowly to his feet. It was the first time you realized just how much taller he was then you.
He still hadn't said a word, was just glowering down at you with a smolder that made a tingle snake up your spine, your heart hammered against your rib cage. You shifted uncomfortably, the slick in your panties making your thighs stick together under your dress.
'Y/N' Jake growled your name as you moved to get up, he offered you a hand and you accepted, tired legs wobbling a little, regaining your balance as you smoothed your hands down the length of your dress, a nervous habit.
'I'm sorry... I...' you began, but Jake was pulling you into his chest as he ducked down, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss as if he needed you to breath. His large hands tentatively framing your face, his action a contrast to the burning need he felt for you. You leaned into the kiss, needing him just as much as he needed you.
'I wanna taste you' his voice was low as he took the time to explore your mouth, sitting down and pulling you, still standing, between his thighs.
You nodded against his lips, carding your hands through his hair as your tongue swept into his mouth. Jake groaned, gripping at your soft curves before his hands smoothed down your hips. Your breath hitched when his warm fingers cradled one of your knees, gently opening you up.
Jake pressed his forehead to your belly, shivering you could feel the warmth of his kisses chaining over the fabric that covered your thighs. Your hands went to his broad shoulders as his fingertips softly traced up your bare legs. You held your breath when his finger hooked into the string waistband of your panties resting low on your hips.
'This OK?' He asked, staring up at you, the cool blue of this eyes dancing with desire.
You bit your bottom lip, nodding your answer as your entire body trembled with anticipation.
'Need ya to use your words, pretty' he goaded, 'been waitin’ so long to taste you... fuck, can't tell you how many nights I left here rock-hard just dreaming about this sweet cunt on my tongue' he has tugging your panties down your legs as a breathily yes was pulled from your throat, a chant on your lips.
Jake groaned when he got your panties off your body, stuffing the delicate ruined fabric in his back pocket.
'Smell even sweeter then I imagined' he hummed, pressing a chaste kiss to your cloth covered clit, pausing there to inhale your scent.
You whimpered, impatiently, wiggling your hips and grinding up into his face, seeking any sort of relief for your swollen bundle if nerves.
'Still not a big deal, baby?' He teased as a sob escaped your lips, you trembled, knees weak as you fought the urge to collapse.
'Shhhhhh' Jake cooed, 'I got you, pretty' he smiled softly, removing his glasses and tossing them to the side table before taking the hem of your sundress and bunching it up to your waist, he hooked your leg behind the knee and slowly brought it up over his shoulder, never breaking eye contact with you as he gave you time to adjust to your new position. He didn't even flinch when your nails dug into the meat of his broad shoulders, trying to steady yourself.
'Gonna show you just how much of a treat you are' his words came in hot puffs over your mound as you stared down at him, body tense with nerves.
Jake's nose ran up the length of your folds before diving right in, sucking your pearl into his mouth in a messy kiss that stole the breath from your lungs.
‘Fuck, taste so good’ he hummed his appreciation, a man starved.
The chorus of moans Jake was pulling from you was heaven to his ears. They started soft and timid as you rocked over his strong tongue but soon enough you were grinding into him, needing more.
'Oh, god, Jake' you gasped, 'please....please' you whined, not even sure what you were pleading for until he speared into your center, fucking you with his thick tongue.
Your body jolted forward, catching yourself on the back of the chair when he added a finger to where his tongue was fucking into you. Jake groaned possessively as his finger curled into your spongey walls and hooked into a spot that made you see stars.
'Fuck, Jake' you choked, squirming as the pressure in your belly built hot and heavy.
'Come on, pretty' Jake praised, 'doing so good for me' he said, licking a thick strip up your folds as he palmed his impossibly hard cock.
'I can't' you whined, overwhelming pleasure flooding your senses. You gasped when he took handfuls of your ass, rocking your hips into his mouth as he sucked your pearl with a harsh flick of his tongue.
You sobbed when the coil in your belly snapped, unraveling as a warmth washed over your entire body and you collapsed into Jake's chest utterly sated as your heart kicked against your rib cage.
Jake pressed his wet lips to your dewy crown, smirking when he noticed the tear stains streaking your cheeks. You were completely wrecked in the prettiest way possible.
'You wanna see what real pleasure tastes like?' He murmured against your temple, gripping your ankle and shifting you until you were straddling his lap.
'Yes' you panted as he crashed his lips to yours, the tang of your arousal still on his tongue as you felt his heavy length press against your sensitive mound, making you cry out.
You groaned, breaking the kiss too soon as you pressed your forehead to his, suddenly feeling self conscious.
So... that's cumming?’ you whispered against his lips, the corners of your mouth curling into a shy smile.
'Oh, pretty' his laugh was warm, 'that’s just a taste…wait until you're making a mess on my cock.'
You whimpered, pressing a hard kiss to his lips before pulling back and helping him with his glasses.
‘That’s better’ he smiled up at you, ‘hi, pretty girl’ Jake said.
You buried your face into the crook of his neck, butterflies fluttering in your chest. You sighed, tired and happy as you lazily ran your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, ducking down for a soft, shy kiss.
‘Thank you’ you whispered, suddenly feeling the weight of every asshole you ever dated all at once.
‘Hey, it’s OK’ he soothed, ‘you did so good, baby… so good’ he smiled caressing your cheek as he wiped your tears away with the pads of his thumbs.
‘Can I…’ he started and stopped, ‘can I make you cum again?’ he asked, ‘I'll take you out to dinner first' he offered, flashing you his boyish grin.
‘Why wait for dinner’ you sniffled, smiling down at him with a soft giggle as he wrapped his big arms around you, pulling you into the first of many filthy kisses.
The divider was made by the talented and lovely @firefly-graphics 🖤
Love caring soft Jensen, wanting to make her feel good. And the dirty talking that probably comes from his nervous oversharing but its soooo hot. And when he said "taste you"? AY.
