NO ONE under 18 should follow this Tumblr. Some of the stories I reblog are SPICY. I myself am in my mid 30s just out here sucking at life. I have many interests. I believe in God. Iām not a fan of hate and feel like itās possible to disagree with someone and still treat them with the respect they deserve as a human being. Honestly, itās just not that hard to be kind.
Based off your suggestion that you be kidnapped and sent to the basementā¦
Maybe someoneās been sent to āwatchā you to make sure you donāt interfere with what his boss is doing. But this man is thinking perhaps he wants to do more than just make sure you stay out of the way for a night, and maybe for much longer than a night.
Who is he, what is he doing, and where does he land on the scale of light to dark?
I had to chew on this for a bit, and while I kept trying to spin various babes and scenarios to choose from, I just kept coming back to the idea of a huge, stoic, scary AF mob enforcer!Ari š³š„“
This is a man of few words, but the words he does speak are pointed, intentional, and not to be ignored.
Maybe his boss bought the business next to yours to use for a front for some darker dealings. And youāre smart and observant and caught onto it quick.
And you didnāt like it one bit š¤
You worked your ass off to make your successful business owner dreams come true, and you wouldnāt let some bad seed spoil it for you.
And, okay, maybe once you realized the fact that the new business next door was bought by a mobster, you should have just turned a blind eye and minded your own businessāliterally.
But youāre not built that way.
So you found yourself being a bit of a menace and spoiling initiatives here and there. Staying open later than youāre supposed to to mess up scheduled deliveries or business dealings. Misdirecting vendors and other associates to throw a wrench in plans and timelines.
Scary mobster was actually amused at your antics, but you were pushing back his very meticulously laid plans with all of your shenanigans, and while he didnāt necessarily want to kill you to keep you out of his hair, he had caught on to the fact that his exceptionally loyal and persuasive enforcer seemed to have an eye for you.
So if you werenāt going to play fair, neither would he.
Which is how you find the back entrance of your business filled by a behemoth of a bearded man whoās wider than the door frame and is effectively blocking you from skedaddling out back to foil yet another late night shady dealing.
You open your mouth to tell him that he shouldnāt be here and to get out, but he actually speaks before you, his voice a sharp, gravelly command as he points to your desk chair and orders you to, āSit.ā
You scoff, straightening to your not very impressive at all heightāespecially compared to hisāand itās your hands clenching into fists at your sides that has his eyebrow quirking in a way that makes you think heās amused but would never outright show it.
Your lips part to tell him where he can shove his command, but in the blink of an eye, Ariās towering right over you. Heās even more gigantic up close, and you have to crane your head back to see his face. His eyes are dark and glittering in a way that has all of your hair standing on end.
When he touches a thick, rough finger to your lips and murmurs for you to, āHush,ā all you can do is stare at him with wide eyes and a throbbing cunt as his watchful gaze dances along your face.
His eyes take their time surveying the rest of you, too, lingering on certain areas that have a hyperaware heat flooding your face.
When his gaze finally lifts to realign with yours, thereās the shadow of something in his eyes that has you shivering hard and taking a step back even as your nipples pebble and ache.
āOn second thought,ā his voice is all grit and gravel, and before your mind can comprehend whatās happening, heās drops down onto the small worn, sofa in your office before yanking you down into his lap.
āHey!ā You squawk, flailing as you try to scurry away from him, but he bands a thick, muscular arm around your middle and effortlessly holds you in place, flush against him and all of his big, stupid muscles.
āBe good, trouble,ā he rumbles against the shell of your ear, his warm breath lingering and making you gasp, āOr Iāll have to show you what happens to smart-mouthed brats who misbehave.ā
Since @alexakeyloveloki asked so desperately š¤£ā¤ļø
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āYou know who my boss is?ā Ari rumbled against your ear.
āYes,ā you trembled, moreso from the way he was nosing along the side of your throat, the way his big hand was planted low on your belly, a warm, intimate weight that had you fluttering and terrified all at once.
Because there was nothing you could do about it, about him. You were helpless in his gripāhopeless prey to his apex predatorāand you both knew it.
āAnd yet still youāve been brazenly stirring up all kinds of nonsense to be a thorn in his side.ā
There was just a hint of admiration in Ariās voice, and for some reason, that seemed scarier than if he was angry.
āThis is my business,ā you quavered. āMy baby, he canāt justā¦ just come in here and do this.ā
āHe can,ā Ari rebutted, nuzzling against your warm cheek. āHe already has.ā
Your vision blurred with the hot burn of tears, but before you could let your devastation consume you, Ari was speaking again, softly, right against the shell of your ear.
āSo many fear my boss, and heās definitely a force to be reckoned with, but me? Iām the one who gets my hands dirty, who makes all of his problems and annoyances go away.ā
For perhaps the first time since all of this had started, it hit you like a bolt of lighteningāwho you were dealing with, who you were so stupidly drawing the attention of.
Who you were making an enemy of.
That realization had a whimper of fear spilling past your lips, because for all your determination and sassiness, you didnāt want to go away, permanently.
āShh shh shh,ā Ari cooed, his hand on your belly giving a gentle pet before it slowly started to descend.
You gasped sharply as his touch slid between your thighs, as he cupped your cunt through your jeans and panties as his teeth caught your earlobe and gave a warning nip.
āDonāt worry, sweetheart,ā Ari husked. āYou wonāt fall victim to my usual methods. It would be such a waste, and I have a much better idea for keeping you occupied and out of trouble.ā
Relationships: Steve Rogers/Reader, Clark Kent/Reader
Word Count: Over 2k
Summary: Steve Rogers made a choiceā¦and it wasnāt you.
Chapter Summary: You learn the truth about what happened to Steve.
Chapter Warnings: Angst, flashbacks, a bit of creepy, slightly unhinged Steve, minor violence.
A/N: Thank you for your patience on this! After losing most of my file and having to redo and my son getting sick, the struggle on this was real. Once again, I donāt have all the answers in this one, but I hope you enjoy! Please donāt hate me!!! Divider by @firefly-graphicsā
18+ Please!!! Please comment, like and reblog if you desire. Enjoy, lovelies!
Steve didnāt look at you and you didnāt pressure him for an answer. You pushed enough to begin with and you were lucky he hadnāt just left you there. Would the answers give you a way out or more heartache? How much more would you endure before the nightmare ended?
Inspired by Day Seven of the July Prompts: lemonade stand
Warnings: language
Word Count: 954
A/N: This is my first time writing Jax as the main character in a fic! I have a request for him sitting in my inbox as we speak and I feel like I need to practice writing him more before I try to tackle it lol. Hope you enjoy this short lil ficlet! xo
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Request from my love @withmyteethā:Ā You reblogged a prompt list. I read through it a couple times, a few lines stuck out to me, lots of opportunity for some real funny shit then I was like, I bet Tay would appreciate writing for her Golden Boy, so I reread the list again and Iām like. You know what? Make it hurt.5. āDo you think weāre bad people?ā9. āI know it doesnāt seem like it, but Iām going to take care of you.ā34. āI wish I couldnāt feel a damn thing.ā (Prompts are from This List)
Warnings: 18+, angst, language, mentions of blood/injuries, murder
Word Count: 3k
A/N: Shout-out to Cricket for bringing out the monster in me. We love that. Make it hurt, you said?? We shall. For someone who loves EZ so much I really do stay putting him through it.
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ć źrequest,, Rick flag x reader whoās home alone when her house gets broken into- and she calls him?. author notes at the end. ć
ć źcontent,, angst/hurt/comfort ā guns ā blood ā someone breaks in ā Rick talks you through it ā nonsexual nudity ā Harley shows up for a second. źwc,, 1,6k. ć
the thing that wakes you up is a muffled thud from downstairs. your eyes flutter open, your thoughts first going to Rick-- but he isn't supposed to be home until tuesday-- and it's friday night.
you swallow, your heart starting to pound as you reach for your phone. maybe he's surprising you by coming home early? you dial his number, your chest feels heavy with rising panic. but it only intensifies as you don't hear his ringtone downstairs. "hey sweetheart, you're up late," he answers, a tired smile in his voice.
"Rick, i think someone's broken in," you mutter, eyes glued to the bedroom door you left on a crack when you went to bed.
"what? are you sure?" you hear shuffling on his end, along with quiet chatter.
you swallow thickly, nodding. "there was a crash downstairs, and i'm pretty sure i heard drawers opening and closing over and over,"
you can faintly hear him barking quiet orders around, then the slam of a car door. "listen to me baby, i need you to grab your gun from the bedside table,"
"i can't-"
"yes you can honey, we've done plenty of training, remember? you aced it every single time- hell, you're practically better than me, i know you can do this for me," his car starts, and you can hear the screech of tires as he pulls out of wherever he's parked.
you open the drawer as quietly as you can, your hand shaking as you wrap it around the grip of the pistol. "i got it," your quiet voice trembles.
"you're doing so good, baby," he assures, "now i need you to switch the safety off and cock it, can you do that for me?"
you nod to yourself, setting the phone down to cock the gun, then flick off the safety. the moment you want to grab the phone again, the bottom stair creaks, followed by slow footsteps up. "shit- someone's coming upstairs-" you whisper close to the phone, both shaking hands holding the gun forward.
"fuck! i'm almost there, hang in there baby-" Rick's heart is pounding, his chest feels heavy and his hands are sweating against the steering wheel.
you can faintly hear him on the phone, but not enough to make out what he's saying. your trigger finger hesitantly curls around the trigger as the steps sound closer, your breath hitching as they stop directly in front of your door.
your finger twitches against the cold metal, and the panic inducing thought runs through you, what if you forgot to load it? the rational part of you knows that Rick put it in there loaded, so it can't possibly be empty-- but what if it magically is?
the door creaks open as the intruder pushes in, and from your position on the floor by the bed, you don't think he can immediately see you. though, you can't help but gasp as his eyes lock directly onto yours. your eyes squeeze shut as your finger tightens, and the gun fires.
all Rick can hear is the panic in your gasp and the loud shot, then the second one, then silence. "goddamnit!" he roars, speeding down the road as he cuts corners.
his heart's pounding so loud that it's all he hears as he cocks his own gun, eyes sharp with fear as he pushes through your open front door. images of what he might find upstairs flashing before his eyes as he clears the two rooms downstairs, then makes his way upstairs.
his boot pushes into the part of the bottom step in way it won't creak, and his heart aches. all the times you've said that he should fix it, but every time he shakes his head. his reasoning for himself had been that you could hear intruders that way-- not that he had outright ever told you-- because Rick never made it creak. he wordlessly instilled it into you, that if that step creaks, it's not him.
he takes a deep breath, checking the bathroom before readying himself for what he might find. for a scene that haunts his nightmares. he slowly pushes the door open, gun aimed steady as his wide eyes sweep the room, and his heart drops at the sight before him.
you, curled up in the corner with the gun on the floor in front of you, blood splattered across your bare legs which you're hugging. you're sobbing, face pressed between your knees. he looks behind him, finding the unmoving body of the intruder on the floor, a big enough pool of blood beneath him for Rick to know that he won't ever be moving again.
Rick holsters his gun, kneeling down before you. "you're alright baby-" he breathes, but the second his hands touch your knees, the second you scream and shoot back.
"don't touch me-!" you cry, eyes still squeezed shut as you fight back against the unknown hands.
"sweetheart it's me! it's Rick, honey- m'right here!" he he assures you, his big hands finding your tear-slicked cheeks as he pushes your face up to face his. "easy, easy- it's me," he swallows, "you're safe,"
your eyes blink open as the unmistakable scent of him washes over you, wide and frantic eyes meeting his pained but steady ones. "Rick.." your voice cracks, your face screwing up with pain and guilt. your eyes flit back to the body, "he- i-"
"hey hey- eyes on me, okay?" he shushes, moving to sit directly in between the body and your line of sight. "you did what you had to to protect yourself, alright? you did nothin' wrong here darlin'." his own voice cracks a little, calloused thumbs rubbing against your cheekbones to try and ground you.
the whole sight wrecks him to kingdom come; you hadn't even felt like you had the time to pull on a shirt or robe, trembling before him in only your underwear. blood's splattered up your shins and knees, there's some on your non dominant hand too. a few flecks even made it onto your face.
"oh baby.." he breathes, pulling you against his chest. you sob against him, and he holds you bone-crushingly close to him.
you don't know how long you two stay like this, long enough for your sobs to have died down to sniffles and hiccups. Rick hasn't stopped rocking you back and forth, his big hands smoothing up and down your bare skin to comfort and warm you up as best he can.
he pulls you away for a second, holding your face between his hands again. "let's get you cleaned up, and we'll stay somewhere else for the night, alright?" you meet his eyes, slowly nodding. "that's my girl.." he smiles sadly, "i'll call some people to help clean up here while we get some rest, you won't have to worry about a thing,"
he carefully picks you up, making sure to keep your face tucked against his chest and his back to the body and the mess as he carries you to the bathroom. he lowers you into the tub, turning on the shower off to the side to warm up while he calls someone.
"hey, Harley-" he starts, but you can faintly hear her shouting something. "yeah yeah- listen- no, i get that- will you knock it off for a second?" he huffs, feeling the water with his fingers. "i need your help cleaning somethin' up at my girl's place, can i count on you?"
once the waterās a comfortable temperature he wets a soft washcloth. "thanks- yes, i know- lord, d'you ever stop? the door's open whenever you get here- yeah, see you."
he sets his phone down with a sigh, before pouring some of his shower gel onto the cloth. he knows that you find the familiar scent comforting. "Harley'll be here soon to help clean up, and we can crash at DuBois' for a night or two," he quietly explains, gently scrubbing at the drying blood. he also knows that his shower gel should smell strong enough to mask the scent of blood.
you nod, resting your cheek against the edge of the tub, your hair brushes against Rick's arm. it's quiet, besides the sound of running water and Rick's steady breathing.
the front door downstairs creaks, and he notices you flinch in panic. "heya, it's just me!" Harley calls out, and you visibly relax against him. the stairs creak beneath her irregular footsteps, then a soft knock against the bathroom doorway. "hey sweet cheeks," she smiles sadly as she meets your eyes. the tub plus Rick's broad shoulders block most of her view of your bare figure. "i'll scrub this whole thing away, alright sweety?" before disappearing off into the bedroom.
Rick finishes up, wrapping a soft towel around you as he dries you off. he pushes up with slight cracks in his knees, "i'm goin' to grab you some comfortable clothes, and then we'll get goin', okay?" you meet his eyes, nodding along tiredly.
he disappears for not more than a few seconds, faintly hearing Harley say something like "already done and did for her!" before he comes back with a duffle bag. he pulls out some sweats and one of his shirts that's on the small side for him, then hands them over. "we'll get through this, alright?"
you pull on his shirt, letting the comforting material drape against you as his scent surrounds you. "i know," you croak, your voice rough and raw. and you do know; you know and believe that Rick would move heaven and hell for you to make sure you're alright.
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Gwyn and Az having a cute spark filled moment āØļø under the stars šš¶š . This commission of mine is an offering for the impromptu appreciation week being held . I wouldnt ever want to miss an opportunity to celebrate these two .
Cedakotes thank you so much for accepting this commission request and completing the artwork in just a day . Its adorable and so full of the spark i wanted. Truly appreciate it.
Just finished watching Percy Jackson. Itās been a hot second since I read those books. Anyone else annoyed by some of the changesā¦.did they need to be made? Why is it so hard to stick to a book when turning it into a movie or show (especially a show) š¤·š»āāļø
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 2,834
Summary: You couldnāt make him remember who he used to be, but you could give him a warm and welcoming homeāa safe space filled with intimacy, connection, and peace.
Warnings: AU. Explicit sexual content. Explicit language. Captain Hydra!Steve (heās healing but doesnāt remember who he is). Mild angst. Feels. Unprotected sex. Rough sex. Oral sex (f receiving).Ā
A/N: This follow up to Subdue is a birthday gift for my dearest wifey, @buckets-and-trees ā¤ļø Happiest of birthdays to you, my love! I hope you enjoy this horny, feels-filled gift š¤
It was early, so early that the sun had barely risen to greet the new day.Ā
Your cozy cabin in the middle of the woods was filled with shadows and silence, and the spot beside you in bed was empty and cold.
You slipped from your warm blanket cocoon, shivering as you made your way down the hall, because you knew where you would find him.Ā
Just as you predicted, Steve stood in the bathroom, before the large mirror that hung over the sink, staring at his reflection.
It was oddāand a little devastatingāthat his gaze could look so vacant, but still, somehow, his handsome features painted a picture of destitution, of brokenness, of irritation.
You watched from the doorway as he stared at the man in the mirror like he didnāt recognize him, like he was a strangerāand you supposed that he was.
It wasnāt just the thick beard that covered his jaw, or the way his blonde hair had grown out, he just wasnāt the man he used to beāthe man he couldnāt even remember having been.
And it made your heart hurt.
It had been over three months since you found Steveāback then, Captain Hydraāstanding in the middle of your cabin looking lost and near feral. Three months since your empathy and kindness had somehow soothed the savage beast.
Three months since you willingly gave yourself to the deadly stranger looming in your home, hoping that maybe, just maybe a bit of connection and intimacyāof reprieve from whatever horrors had been forced upon himāwould help him in some way.
And you thought it did.
Steve hadnāt hurt you since heād been here. If anything, he clung to you like you were the only anchor he had to the present, often following you around your home, a quiet shadow, always looming close, always seeking small moments of connection and touchāyearning for the softness that you were so willing to show him.Ā
In the early days, you had tried to help Steve remember who he was, who he had been, and what Hydra had done to himāensuring him that his actions under their control werenāt his fault. But you learned quickly that trying to unearth those memoriesāthat knowingāfrom his fractured mind only triggered him, leaving him agitated and restless for days on end.
So you backed off from trying to make him remember, and instead focused on just helping him heal in any way you couldāproviding a safe space for him, a warm and welcoming home, and little by little, it did seem as though Steve was broken less and healing more.Ā
But he still had these moments, these gutwrenching moments when you knew he was lost in the dark, splintered depths of his mind, like he was drowning at sea, barely able to keep his head above water.
So you would be that life line for him. You would save him from drowning any way that you could.Ā
You moved closer to him now, gently touching his arm so as not to startle him.
Still, Steve did give the most minute of jerks, his eyes blinking into focus, warming considerably at the sight of you standing beside him in the mirror.Ā
He turned to you immediately, his hands lifting to circle your waist and tug you flush against him. He buried his face against the crook of your neck, his breath shaky as he breathed you in, clung to you.Ā
For a moment, you just stood there, allowing Steve to hold you, hugging him back, clinging to him in return as you felt some of the rigid tension slake away from his big, broad body.Ā
āCome on,ā you encouraged, stepping away as you reached for Steveās hand.Ā
You led him to the shower, stripping naked and watching as he did the same, unable to help it as your eyes lingered on his powerful body, on all those perfectly cut muscles and blemish-free skin that hid the secrets of what he had endured over the years.Ā
You turned on the shower, waiting until the water was just right before stepping in and reaching a hand behind you. Steveās big paw instantly enveloped yours, and he joined you in the small space.Ā
It was a tight fitāalmost comical, the two of you squeezed in the tiny shower togetherābut you could tell Steve needed this right nowāthe intimacy, the distraction.
He only confirmed your knowing as he stepped as close as possible, once again clinging to you, his hands so gentle as they trailed up and down your back as he nosed along your shoulder, greedy to drown in your scent.
You didnāt shy away from him, didnāt admonish him for making it hard to actually get clean, you just washed yourselfāand then Steveāas best as you could before shifting the two of you beneath the hot stream of water and letting it pour over you.
Letting it hopefully wash away whatever horrors had been haunting Steve since he awoke this morning.
You waited for him to press a soft kiss to the side of your throatāhis little cue that he was okay now, that he was ready for the shower to end.
Shooting him a soft smile, you raked your fingers through his drenched hair, pushing it back from his face and taking a moment to cradle his beardy cheek in your hand. You laughed as Steve eagerly nuzzled into your touch like a cat, his eyes twinkling at you, all lit up now and making your belly swoop as he turned to press a kiss to the center of your palm.
He followed you out of the tiny shower, watching patiently as you dried yourself first before using a second towel to dry him as well. You both knew that he could just as easily dry himself, but you also both enjoyed when you did it, further caretaking him in this small and intimate way.
Back to the bedroom the two of you returned, taking your time to get dressed, then to make the bed together. Then you were moving as one out into the kitchen to get the coffee machine brewing.Ā
You continued what had become your shared morning routine as you led Steve out through the sliding glass doors and onto the back deck of your home. It overlooked the small pond down at ground level, and the thick forest beyond, and you could see more tension ease from Steveās broad shoulders as he sank down onto the padded lounger situated against the back wall of your cabin.Ā
This time, he was the one reaching for your hand, gentle as he tugged you down beside him, his thick arm curling around your shoulders and encouraging you close.Ā
You could feel him inhale the cold, fresh air deep into his lungs before breathing it out in a content sigh, and you smiled as you rested your head against the side of his chest.Ā
Nature always seemed to soothe Steve, and maybe thatās what brought him to you and your home in the first place.Ā
It soothed you, too. Itās why you moved all the way out here in the middle of nowhere, to leave your own ghosts behind and allow yourself a fresh start.Ā
It was almost poetic in a way, that you and Steve had found each other, had made this cozy, healing home together, each of you trying to move on from your own aftermath.
You let out your own content sigh at the thought, sinking more heavily against Steve as his hand gently rubbed up and down your arm.Ā
Even as the cool, winter air nipped at you through your layers and your warm breath puffed out before you in a cloud that just as quickly dissipated, you would sit outside with him and endure the chill for as long as he wanted.Ā
Because if there was one thing that Steve Rogers deserved, it was peace, and you were more than happy to give it to him any way that you could.
You were roused from sleep by the feeling of Steve jerking awake beside you in bed.Ā
Blinking the sleep from your eyes, you watched as he pressed himself up on his elbows. The glow of the full moon hanging heavy outside limned the sharp cut of his jaw, and you could see the way he panted for breath, his nostril flaring as he glanced around the dark bedroom, disoriented.
You shifted, reaching toward the lamp on the nightstand beside you, but didnāt even get close to the switch before your wrist was grabbed and yanked backward, and you were suddenly pinned in bed beneath Steveās large, heavy frame.
He still had that confused but feral look in his eye as he breathed hard, staring down at you in distrust.
āYouāre okay,ā you whispered, keeping your movements slow as you lifted your free hand to cup the side of his face. āYouāre here with me, and youāre safe.ā
For a moment, he just stared at you blankly. You felt your heart skitter in your chest at the way he was watching you, like you were completely unknown to him, and worseālike you were a threat.
Pushing past your fear, you gently caressed Steveās face with your thumb. āBreathe,ā you encouraged him, your knuckles soothing across his jaw.
Steveās nostrils flared again as he breathed in deep, and you could see itāthe moment your scent registered in his brain as familiar, as safe.
As home.
He shuddered hard, his weight sinking against you more heavily as his forehead dropped to yours.
āYouāre okay, Steve,ā you murmured against his lips, fingers scritching through his hair and making him shiver. āIāve got you.ā
He made a quiet, aborted noise in the back of his throat. Lifting his head, his haunted gaze bore into yours for a long, tense moment. Then he kissed you in this feral, desperate way that had you tasting his fearāand desperationāon your tongue.Ā
Something about your breathless gasps as you tried to keep up with the frantic onslaught of his lips had Steve grunting and leaning into that feralnessāallowing it to consume him entirely and chase away the disturbing dregs of his nightmare that he couldnāt quite remember.
Between one needy kiss and the next, Steve had both of your wrists pinned to the bed at either side of your head with one of his hands. The other shoved between your bodies, yanking down his boxer briefs and tugging your panties aside so he could shove into you in one, long, hard thrust.
You whined against his jaw at the sudden intrusion, thankful that your body adjusted to him quickly, your pussy grower wetter than it already was and aiding the forceful thrusts of Steveās cock as he frantically fucked you.
You whimpered at a particularly harsh plunge of his cock, your eyes nearly rolling back in your head as you shifted beneath him, tilting your hips and welcoming the relentless rut of his cock into the deep, tight depths of your cunt.
Trying to alleviate some of the pressure, the almost too much.
āYouāre okay,ā you breathed against Steveās bristly cheek, pressing your face to his, trying to calm himāand his movementsāin this way since you couldnāt touch him with your hands pinned. āI'm right here with you.āĀ
Grunting, Steve tucked his face against the crook of your neck, his thrusts no longer violent but seeking that blessed release all the same.Ā
He found it moments later, cumming inside of you with a quiet groan, his hips jerking against youāhis cock twitching and flooding your pussy with his warm, sticky cum before he sagged against you, spent and panting against your skin.
Ignoring the way your own body was still buzzingāand unsatisfiedāyou nuzzled against the side of Steveās face, feeling the way his breath quickly evened out as he came down from his high.
His grip on your wrists suddenly fell away, his hand cupping the crown of your head instead as he eased some of his weight off of you and guiltily met your gaze, his own eyes much more aware now.
āIām sorry.ā His voice was rough since it didnāt get much use, and it made your insides flutter to hear it.
It also confirmed Steveās knowing that what had just happened wasā¦a lot.
āYou donāt have to be sorry.ā
Steveās gaze flickered away from yours, but his thumb stroked along your temple as he muttered, āDid I hurt you?ā
āNo,ā you reassured him quickly.
His eyes returned to you then, uncertain, apologetic. āPromise?ā
You gave him a small smile and nod. āI promise.ā
Releasing the breath heād been holding, Steve eased flush against you once more. He nuzzled his nose against yours, his lips catching on your own in a gentle, unhurried kiss. After a moment, his lips retreated from yours, trailing over to your cheek to press a kiss there before descending to kiss along your jaw.
āYou always bring me back from the darkness, from the wrongness inside of me,ā he whispered against your skin, pressing a chain of kisses down the length of your throat.Ā
He paused, resting his forehead against your shoulder as you gently rubbed his back.Ā
āItās so easy to get lost in there, but youā¦ā he shuddered, breath hitching before he continued, āYou always help me find my way back, back to the light. Thank you.āĀ
He said it with so much emotion that your own eyes welled with tears and you hugged him as tightly as you could in this position.
Steve murmured another, āThank you,ā as he continued to press kisses along your throat, across the top of your chest.Ā
He only paused to tug your sleep shirt up and off your body. Making quick work of your panties too before he shifted lower and peppered your chest, then belly with more kisses.Ā
You squirmed as Steve hovered over your mound, his thumbs gently stroking along the creases of your thighs before he ducked low and kissed your clit.
Sinking back against the mattress with a gasp, you blindly reached for him, your fingers digging into the soft strands of Steveās hair as he tugged your folds apart and slowly licked up the cut of you.Ā
Your loud moan only encouraged him, and soon he was eating your cunt in a way that was less about devouring and more about devotion. His lips and tongue worked in partnership to drive you over the edge youād been teetering on since earlier, and you came with a soft cry of relief as pleasure flooded through your body and you writhed and rutted against Steveās talented mouth.
You were still dazed as he shifted back up your body, settling between your thighs and guiding his hard cock to your still fluttering hole.Ā
Sighing as he speared into youāmuch slower and more gentle than beforeāyou clung to Steveās broad shoulders as he sank flush against your body and began to fuck you with shallow, intentional ruts.
His lips returned to their earlier fervor, planting little seeds of worship against any plane of skin he could reach as his pace picked up and his hand slid down your belly so he could strum your clit.Ā
You couldnāt stop sighing and gasping his name as he set your body alight from the inside out, and it wasnāt long at all before you toppled over the edge of bliss once more, entirely overwhelmed in the best way by Steveās devotion to you.
āYouāre so beautiful,ā he whispered against the shell of your ear, his body rocking against yours more fervently now as he chased his own release. āAnd all mine,ā he husked on a groan as he came, pumping you full of his seed for the second time that night.
You felt like you were glowing and floating at the same time, your body blissfully boneless as you laid pinned beneath Steve, enduring another slower round of his kisses as he nuzzled along your sweaty skin and barnacled to you like he never wanted to let you go.
A smile tilted your lips as you felt Steve settle his cheek against your bare chest. Your fingers found their way to his hair, gently stroking as the two of you enjoyed the quiet aftermath of your lovemaking.
Your touch trailed down the nape of Steveās neck, to his shoulders, rubbing away some of the tension that had gathered there as you murmured for him to, āSleep, handsome. Iāll keep the nightmares away.ā
There was a long moment of silence before Steve replied, his voice sounding almost small as he whispered, āPromise?ā
āI promise,ā you answered without hesitation, ruffling your fingers through Steveās hair, then trailing your knuckles along his cheek.Ā
You glanced down at him, seeing the hint of a sleepy smile curl his lips, and feeling your heart swell at the sight, then even more so as Steve released a shuddering exhale before sinking against you and resting at last.Ā
I just ššš love him and them so hard. My emotionssssss.
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