Imagine a world in which all of the characters portrayed by Sebastian are suddenly teleported to our dimension. This is my opinion on whether or not they would cooperate to be sent back to their universe.
Bucky Barnes : he would cooperate. Obviously my boy knows what the right thing to do is, and he’d eventually accept the fact that this isn’t where he belongs. Besides, he’d want to see Sam again. Bucky is also the one who is the most likely to understand the concept of multiverse.
Steve Kemp : wouldn’t be cooperative at first. Steve wouldn’t see a difference between leading his business in our world rather than his own. However, he’d probably eventually wish to go back to his own life after realizing how hard it would be to start from scraps and deal with the mess created by the media. In other words, he’d do it for himself rather than for us.
Lance Tucker : definitely wouldn’t cooperate. He’d probably put himself in competition against Sebastian and refuse to face the fact that he isn’t real. He simply couldn’t take it. This man definitely wouldn’t stay as discreet as he would be asked - he’d agree to do interviews and share his case on live TV.
Mickey Henry : I know for a fact our boy would just be confused lol. He’d have a hard time understanding the concept of alternate dimensions at first, especially as his world is so similar to ours, but he’d then willingly accept to go back to his own dimension.
Tommy Lee : it will certainly upset him to realize that - on top of being a character portrayed by an actor - he isn’t even his own person. He’d go back to his world to get over with it, but would never be able to forget about this experience.
Lee Bodecker : now this one is tricky. He’d probably be more startled by the fact that he’s just been teleported 60 years in the future rather than the fact that he now is in the same dimension as the man who portrayed him. It’s giving soldier boy vibes lol. Lee would be hard to convince at first, but with a little bit of tenacity he’d agree to go back to his world.
I HOPE this makes sense. Please let me know if you agree with any of these, and maybe add the characters I couldn’t🙏🏻😫
plot : in order to survive your kidnapper sick and murderous tendencies, you agree to submit to one of his offers : feast on human meat whilst allowing him to watch. Though things take an unexpectedly inappropriate turn.
warnings : mention of human flesh and blood, cannibalism, voyeurism, exhibitionism ( lowkey?? ) masturbation ( male ), dub-con, slight sadism
For the amount of time you had spent within Steve Kemp’s basement- a man you once trusted and respected- you had only been deprived of a small piece of your leg, your quadricep, which you felt both thankful for and curious about. The next door girl would always complain about how she slowly watched more and more of her silhouette disappear, yet never once had Steve taken away any of your limbs nor any part of your body that could make it look like you had been deprived of a piece of your humanity. You could tell that he was offering you some kind of privileged lifestyle amongst his work, yet you were far from imagining what Steve had planned ahead for you this evening.
Sitting down on the mattress of your cell, face buried against your hands, you were pulled out of your thoughts by the sound of the door of your atypical room unlocking before sliding open. You looked up, eyes meeting Steve’s before you took notice that he wasn’t carrying any form of plate nor distraction with him. He had came empty handed, simply leaning against the frame of your cell’s entry as he stared down at your meek self. The silence was soon to make you feel uncomfortable, mind wondering if he had finally decided to put your body to good use by cutting it up and sending the pieces to his sick customers throughout the whole world.
When Steve started to step towards you, your body flinched just so slightly mostly out of fear he might attempt to overpower you in any way. You backed away as your kidnapped kneeled down in order to reach for the lock of your chain, your eyes never drifting off his silhouette as he proceeded to slide the tie out of the hook deeply engraved into the ground. “Are you gonna kill me?” You asked shakily, successfully catching Steve’s attention who’s hands now toyed around with the other end of your chain. He looked up at you, a chuckle escaping his lips as he felt amused by the stereotypes you visibly carried within your fearful soul. “No. I got other plans.” He answered before getting back up to his feet, gently pulling onto the chain which was still connected to your wrist in order to let you know that he also desired for you to stand up- like an owner would with his dog.
You had no other choice but to obey, legs slowly aligning as you made sure to keep some sort of protective distance between the two of you. Being too close to your abuser was something which made you feel vulnerable, not to mention the stitches on your thigh which still hurt even though Steve made sure to offer you painkillers with each of your meals. He smiled at you, taking a step forward as his hands made sure to tighten the grip he already had on the chain in order to guarantee you wouldn’t be able to step back. You remained still, locking eye contact with Steve who was still smiling as he admired your facial features. “Are you gonna be good?” He asked, a demand that led you to realize that the cannibal definitely didn’t plan on taking you to the operation table. Whenever it was his intent, the girls usually left their cell dropped onto his strong shoulders whilst screaming and kicking for their life as they were carried down the long corridor.
But not this time. Steve was gentle, visibly offering you a chance to peacefully follow him out of the room you were constantly kept in. Face to your meaningful silence, another chuckle escaped the cannibal’s lips as he loosened the grip he once held tight on the chains. “Let’s go.” He purred, waiting for you to step ahead before he could follow after you in order to make sure that you wouldn’t attempt to backstab him. By pure instinct, you began to slowly direct yourself towards the exit of the basement, earning no form of contradiction coming from Steve which allowed you to guess that it was the right path to follow. After reaching up the stairs, the man pulled his set of keys out of his back pocket before proceeding to shove the right one within the lock, twisting it a few times in order to lead the door to open.
You stared down at the jingling pieces of metal like a dog would stare at and drool over a good piece of steak, longing for them and perceiving them as the ticket to your freedom. Though before you even got the chance to get over the idea of stealing them away from him, the door gently swung open which pulled you out of your thoughts. You looked up at Steve, fearing that he might’ve noticed the way you eyed his keys and take it as a warning sign not to trust you. But the man remained silent, raising his eyebrows just so slightly as if he was asking you why you weren’t proceeding to step forward and exit the basement. Gasping, your weak legs proceeded to take you out of the underground area of his house- the door shutting close and locking behind the two of you.
“It’s right ahead.” Steve affirmed on a soft tone, once again directing you through his home and that even if you were the one standing in the front, leading the walk. You now got the occasion to take a better look at the decorations which adorned his habitation and that even if you remained aware that there was no way in hell that you’d manage to escape him in these conditions. The best you could do was submit and avoid drama, earn his trust and hopefully a few more favors from him. Once the two of you entered the kitchen area, your eyes immediately settled on the mutilated leg which rested on the countertop, a sight which both petrified and disgusted you. Face to your visible state of shock, Steve chose to step ahead whilst allowing an amused laugh to escape his parted lips.
“0h, I know. I know. Quite unusual for you, I presume.” Steve affirmed. You felt like gagging, but the shock had thankfully sent you into a state of temporary paralysis. This man repulsed you, all of his being and everything he represented. “Now you may be wondering why I brought you up here.” He started as he now stood a couple of feet away from you, though his hand remained tightly holding onto the other end of the chain which directly connected the two of you. Ignoring the raw leg resting on the countertop, Steve went to take ahold of a filled plate which rested by the sink before making his way back to you. The cannibal was still smiling, behaving as if this situation was perfectly casual and that no boundaries were being crossed by anyone. It made you feel even sicker.
The man led you to his couch, allowing you to sit down on the soft material whilst he kneeled down in order to secure your chain by tying it locked and sealed. Though you were too busy loosing yourself through your own thoughts to take notice of where Steve had chosen to tie you, many questions rushing through your mind which were often followed by a handy jump to a conclusion. By the time you started to wonder why the man had visibly cooked dinner for you like he usually would- yet this once dragging you upstairs to eat for a reason you couldn’t seem to figure out yet- Steve had taken a seat on the couch which faced yours, left arm extended on the luxurious material as his blue eyes devoured your facial features. He was terrifyingly calm.
You sat there, drowning in both anticipation and anxiety as Steve made the silence last. You could hear his respiration, the sounds his mouth made whenever he chose to lick his lips or swallow his saliva, and all of those elements reunited had you crawl under pressure. Thankfully, the cannibal finally agreed to speak up in order to offer you the explanation he had promised you barely a few minutes ago back in the kitchen. “I cooked for you. I want you to eat, and allow me to watch.” This statement made you frown out of confusion. Something about this deal felt wrong, and you honestly had a hard time believing that you would get away- and hopefully earn more favors- by fulfilling such an easy task.
“That’s all?” You asked, eyebrow now raised to put your doubt on display. “That’s all.” Steve replied on a soft tone, taking a few minutes to look at you before leaning forward whilst allowing his hand to reach out for the glass of wine waiting on the coffee table- which he had obviously prepared before your arrival within his luxurious living room. Meanwhile, you sat there in silence. Your eyes had dropped down to the steak which lifelessly bathed within the sauce present in the dish, a gentle gasp escaping your organism as you started to wonder what- or who- Steve had decided to serve you. “What is it?..” You ended up asking shyly, secretely fearing a specific answer that would be a name. The man took a sip of the dark beverage, a gentle smile still showing on his face as he agreed to put his glass of wine to the side for now in order to grant you with an answer.
“Melanie.” Your heart stopped. The answer you had apprehended the most had just escaped your kidnapper’s lips. Your body wanted to gag, yet it was unfortunately taken hostage- once again- by the shock which currently sent you in a state of temporary paralysis. Ironically enough, you couldn’t seem to get your eyes off the piece of cooked meat. “She spent her lay days here drugged with morphine, to get rid of the parasite toxins.” Steve began, earning a few head shakes coming from you. “No.” You spoke weakly, a form of denial which didn’t turn out to be strong enough to stop the cannibal through his track. “Once it was time for her to go, I made sure to save the finest pieces of meat in a barrel filled with salt and truffle impregnated rice.“ he pursued out of pure sadistic intent, this once his words being too much to handle for your already shocked and distraught self.
Your hands moved up to your ears, eyelids shutting close as you continued to shake your head out of heavy disapproval. “No, no, no… I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to hear any of it.” You begged, earning a sigh from the disappointed cannibal. Steve enjoyed sharing the secrets of his success with you, and the fact that you visibly didn’t feel much flattered managed to upset him. “Don’t be so dramatic.” His tone was now stern. “It’s a pure, exquisite and sophisticated dish.” Steve affirmed as your moist eyes finally looked back in his direction. You were on the verge of tears. “Now go ahead. Have a taste.” The man demanded with a smile, behaving as if he was speaking to a toddler who was refusing to eat his meal for whatever reason. Face to your immobility, Steve made an effort to add another source of motivation. “For me?”.
Your eyes dropped back down to the coffee table area. “I dont.. have any stencils?” You remarked, striking no form of concern out of Steve. “You won’t need them.” He affirmed, allowing you to understand that he wanted you to get to it bare handed. The thought of touching what was once a young girl disgusted you, and you believed that it was outrageous for the man to ask you to do such a gruesome thing. But you were stuck here with no other choices if you desired to survive longer than the other inmates- a perspective which was just enough to help you make up your mind. Steve relaxed in his seat as he watched you reach down for the medium rare cooked piece of meat which you lifted above the plate, waiting for the sauce to have dripped off the steak before you could take ahold of it with both hands.
You gathered enough strength and courage to lift it closer to your lips, the scent now penetrating through your nostrils and that even if it was against your will. You recognized the subtile touch of truffle Steve had previously referred to, jumping to the conclusion that your dish would therefore probably taste the same as it smelled. It did help your mind forget about the fact that you were about to commit the unforgivable, yet it wasn’t enough to fully camouflage the meat as an animal and not a piece of human. The cannibal watched you from where he sat, teeth biting down on his bottom lip as he waited for you to take a great bite out of the meal he had spent hours preparing for you. His hand clenched against his thigh, forming a fist which represented the great amount of frustration he currently felt due to how slow you were through the process.
Though part of him secretly enjoyed it, seeing the whole matter as a tease he could fantasize over and therefore not as an issue. The truth was Steve hadn’t just generously offered you dinner. He had offered himself a show he longed for and was desperate to watch. When you took your first, shy, bite out of the piece of meat, the cannibal shivered upon watching you chew the nutrients with difficulty. Though Steve tried his best to remain calm and transparent, hand still forming a fist which allowed him to drain part of his frustration out of his organism. However, it would soon be growing inefficient. Meanwhile, you fought for your life trying to get the piece of meat down your throat as both your mind and body refused to collaborate. Though you knew that you couldn’t afford disappointing your host, and if it meant that you had to finish every last bit of this meal to earn a few extra favors, as well as his trust, then it would be worth it.
“How is it?“ Steve asked, earning a shy and silent look from your disgusted self. You watched as a powerful smile appeared on his facial features, the man nodding gently. “Delicious, isn’t it?” Since the beginning of the evening, Steve hadn’t stopped playing a question-answer game which was seriously starting to get on your nerves. But again, you couldn’t afford to disappoint him. A moment of inattention was enough to feel shocked by the unexpected sight that was the cannibal slowly unbuckling his belt- his eyes never getting off your silhouette and that even if his new gestures had you stop through your messy track. Upon taking notice of your immobility, Steve’s hands went motionless as he raised his eyebrows in a questioning manner.
It didn’t take long for you to understand what your host was truly looking forward to, this overall situation now earning much more sense after Steve’s behavior had just brushed the remaining bits of doubt and blur away. This inappropriate sight broke your heart. How could a man who once was so nice, caring and charming could turn out to be such a monster? A man you thought you could trust and love, and that for the first time in a while. But with a snap of his fingers, Steve had put an end to your daydream. “Are you gonna rape me?” You asked, wishing to put an end to any form of doubt right here and now- and that even if it included risking to hear a response you didn’t necessarily look forward to.
A chuckle escaped Steve’s lips as he finished to unbuckle his belt, leaving his pants alone for now as he allowed his hands to drop on each side of his thighs. “Ah.. no. No.” He answered, a smile still portrayed on his face as he looked around his own living room in order to stretch his neck and eyeballs. Though he ended up making eye contact with you again, a sigh escaping his lips as he stared at your anxious self. “Nah, honey. The only person I’ll be touching tonight… is myself.” Steve affirmed, a response which managed to relieve you from part of your stress whilst the rest of your organism still hung onto the bad feelings you were currently experiencing. Even if you felt reassured about the fact that he wasn’t going to touch you- and that only if he was a man of his word- you didn’t feel so keen on watching him pleasure himself.
Not being able to stand his oppressing stare any longer, you chose to go back to your heart wrenching activity that was shyly devouring a piece of another- now dead- human being. At least, you wouldn’t have to make eye contact with him and hopefully avoid being flashed once he would choose to pull his cock out. If the flavor was greatly bearable, similar to pork, the image which came along as you chewed always gave you a hard time to swallow the mashed piece. It felt as if it was never ending, as if the steak was regenerating itself every time you found enough strength to take a bit out of it. Now, if you weren’t having fun, Steve on the other hand was just getting started. His cock twitched within his pants as his blue orbs watched a drop of blood drip down the corner of your lip- a side effect to your beauty which definitely convinced him to get to the good bit.
His lips formed a round shape as he proceeded to slide his zipper down, offering his right hand restricted access to what lurked within his underwear. His palm moved in wave motions against his crotch to offer his genitals a satisfying massage, shaky breaths escaping his mouth here and there as each bite you took out of the meat led chills to appear on his covered legs and spine. Not being able to resist any longer, Steve detached his bottoms from the sofa in order to be able to slide his pants down to his mid thighs before sitting back down, eyes remaining focused on you as he pulled his slightly hardened length out of his briefs. The blood which flowed through his veins was still working on reaching his shaft and allow it to harden fully, a process which took too long in Steve’s opinion and which led him to attempt to hurry things up by pumping his member thoroughly.
You could hear his panting and nearly inaudible moans from where you sat, curiosity currently battling with fear and disgust as you swallowed another rough piece of your task. It felt like chalk going down your throat, your organism refusing to take in something which was once and remained human. Though it didn’t take long for your eyes to flicker slightly upwards, switching from staring at the table to Steve’s crotch which was currently being stimulated by its own owner. The shape was nice and even, a few veins being perceivable from where you sat. Finding out that he was so properly composed nearly had you regret not sleeping with him when you once had the chance back then- before all of this mess took place- though it was now definitely too late for both you and your brain to engage in such an inappropriate activity with such a gruesome man.
“You’re doing such a good job, baby.” He praised, being a fool for believing that those few words would manage to change your mind regarding the status he had in your heart. “Finish every bit of it.” Steve requested, emphasizing the last words out of sexual frustration and partly due to his contracted abdomen. You chose to ignore his comments whilst still following his indications, your eyes finally perceiving an end to this overall nightmare as the meat finally appeared to reduce between your hands. Your tongue slipped out of your mouth, licking around your lips in order to get rid of the juices which had spread around that area as you had been asked to eat without stencils, nor were you offered a napkin to use. It was easy to understand that Steve had perfectly planned this little live porno session, adjusting the surroundings as he pleased in order to earn specific consequences and reactions from you depending on his previous strategical choices.
Steve’s jaw dropped lightly, his lungs now receiving air straight out of his mouth rather than his nose in order to compensate the amount of energy he was wasting away jerking off to the sight of you. This situation was nothing but exhilarating to the cannibal who had managed to reunite two of his main fetishes as one : women and human meat. For the first time in a while, you agreed to look up at his eyes to make sure he wouldn’t start believing you were longing for his cock by staring at it for too long. His jaw was clenched, a single vein popping out of the side of his tensed neck as he continued to move his hand in upwards and downwards motion, again, and again, and again… Eventually, the former surgeon would make a pause at the top of his shaft in order to offer his tip some extra stimulation, a move which you noticed always made him shiver. You didn’t know much about male pleasure and the way it worked- and that mostly due to your lack of experience- but you could tell that stimulating the cock’s head appeared essential within a good masturbation session.
Right as you were about to place the last bit of meat in your mouth, which currently stood as the key to your deliverance, you were unexpectedly stopped by your host. His words made you flinch. “Wait! Wait.. just.. wait-“ he appeared more tensed than he originally was, hand now pumping faster than it ever had so far as Steve closed his eyes in order to visualize extra images- on top of the one he had before himself- which would help him come. Meanwhile, you sat there feeling quite confused about his sudden change of behavior, not being able to tell anymore if he wanted you to eat it all or leave that last bit to the side for whatever twisted reason. Though it all became clear when Steve suddenly stopped through his excited track, face and abdomen clenched.
White, sticky semen sprung out of his urethra at a reasonable pace, the few generous drops either rolling down his shaft or staining the black pants he was wearing. You watched in near awe, managing to appreciate the sight before your eyes since, after all, Steve remained a very good looking man. Though it didn’t excuse any of his behavior, and nor were those eight seconds of witnessed orgasm enough to have you forget about what he did. It didn’t take long until his cock was done twitching and pulsating, though Steve continued to give it a few pumps as he fell back into the couch in order to make sure he would’ve completely emptied his balls. His eyes rested on you again, chest heaving up and down as he was soon to glance at your fingers still holding the last piece of meat.
“Go ahead. Eat it.” The cannibal ordered.
Your girl’s back at it again with another imagine! I hope y’all managed to enjoy this one too. Please take care and have a lovely day/evening/night <3
plot : you’ve been Steve’s captive for a while now. However, you can’t help but wonder why he hasn’t harmed you like he said he would when you first got here. You therefore decide to confront him about it, only to end up earning quite a peculiar answer.
warnings : mention of cannibalism, cursing, lowkey obsessed!Steve, physical violence, dub-con, kissing, psychotic violent outburst or whatever you would call it.
Seconds felt like minutes, minutes like hours, hours like days and days like weeks. A lot of time had passed, or at least you assumed so, since the man you chose to trust had turned out to be a harmful persona and lock you up down his luxurious mansion’s- or should we call it his workplace’s- basement. It took you a while to get over what had first been announced to you, the terrifying treatment which seemingly awaited ahead for you, and after days of desperately calling out for help you were now slowly starting to accept that no one would ever come to your rescue. Though you felt surprised to witness that Steve, through your isolement, was treating you quite properly.
Indeed, the sociopathic gentleman cooked for you, offered you distractions such as magazines and even a stereo- a special treatment which the other girls seemingly didn’t get the chance to receive. Part of you felt bad for accepting his gifts whilst knowing that the rest of his captives were being slowly dismembered as you remained keeping all of your flesh and body parts, yet you also couldn’t help but feel grateful that Steve had chosen to keep you intact for now. Though your brain wondered for how long he would maintain this journey, a feeling of doubt and fear which obviously led anxiety to bubble inside of your body and soul. You therefore felt grateful for each gift and meal you were being offered- and that daily.
[…]
Today was like any other day. You couldn’t tell what time it was, nor which day of the week it was either, though you managed to enjoy the time you spent browsing through the pages of a magazine you had already read twice. Upon hearing the door of your cell unlock and slide open, you adjusted the position you held against your mattress in order to make sure that you’d be ready to react face to any potentially threatening behavior coming from your host. Your eyes looked up to meet Steve’s, soon noticing that he was carrying a plate filled with yummy looking nutrients. The man was a good cook for sure, and that had been one of the first qualities you managed to enjoy about him. Though you couldn’t help but remain doubtful regarding what he might’ve slipped within the meat he gave you.
“How’s my little birdie doing?” He asked casually whilst closing the door behind himself before proceeding to take steps towards you in order to give you access to the food. The plate was placed down before your magazine, your eyes scanning the nutrients without allowing the rest of your body to earn access to it. Meanwhile, your abuser leaned against the wall and crossed his arms against his chest, head tilting as he watched you refuse to eat. “Not feeling hungry?” He asked you, earning nothing but a resentful glare right in his direction. A silent chuckled echoed behind his closed lips, the man looking down at his feet for a couple of seconds before back at you whilst allowing a sigh to blow out of his, now, open mouth. “Right. Still mad at me?”
This sentence struck anger to bubble within your chest. You couldn’t believe that this man who once pretended to genuinely care for you by putting up a perfect boyfriend mask to fool you now wondered why you were still mad at him. Right now, there was only one thing you wanted. “You gotta let me out, Steve.” You finally dared to demand, earning a shrug from your kidnapper. “Can’t do that.” Steve answered sternly, keeping his arms crossed against his chest. Once again, this nonsense answer confused you. “Why not? It’s not like your feasting on my body like you once told me you would. You’re keeping me here for nothing.” Those words were full of hatred, now daring to grow a little more aggressive as you believed you had nothing left to loose.
“Because I just can’t do that. You’d talk, and as you can imagine I really can’t afford that.” Steve affirmed with a smile, moving away from the wall as you continued to stare at him with a look that could kill. “You’re cruel.” Those words escaped your mouth without any form of care nor hold back, genuine honesty wrapping this sentence for Steve to acknowledge. “I’m indulgent.” He snapped back, earning both an eye roll and a sigh from you. “Oh, please…” Those words led the cannibal to chuckle. Apparently, he was taking all of this as a joke, though it didn’t amuse you one bit. And now that you were aware that Steve didn’t plan on letting you out, you felt like the best you could get out of this conversation was an answer to why he insisted on keeping you locked up. Was it out of pure perverted intent, or did another reason lurk behind that twisted mind of his?
You sat up, back leaning against the wall as you looked into his direction. Steve had taken a sit on the stool which faced your mirror, and his blue eyes now looked down at his hands which fidgeted together. “Then tell me... and I want you to be 100% honest with me, Steve.” You began, hoping that he still had enough sanity to take this last bit of conversation seriously. “Why are you not harming me? Why are you keeping me here if it isn’t to sell my meat?” The idea of it made you shiver. You still hadn’t grown used to the fact that the man sitting before you slowly dismembered women in order to earn money out of it, and sometimes snack on the pieces himself. How twisted could a human potentially be?
This once, no chuckle echoed throughout the room. Steve remained surprisingly stern, now making eye contact with you for what appeared to be a silent eternity. Your heart had started to pace faster out of anticipation, your entire being dying to know the answer to that essential question. The man licked his lips, sigh escaping his nostrils as he squinted his eyebrows in a thoughtful manner. His behavior only led you to grow more anxious about what might come next, and even if part of you felt scared and apprehensive the other one couldn’t help but die for a valuable response. “I thought you would’ve been able to tell by now.” The cannibal began, now earning your full devoted attention. “I like you, y/n. I like how persistant you are, your stubbornness…” the man proceeded to list the so called qualities he liked about you, earning no form of gratitude or whatsoever coming from your hostile self. Though you remained calm and steady.
There was something twisted about this man, something you knew you didn’t want to awaken unless if you desired for him to throw you down the pit for good. Steve was charming indeed, and he had managed to prove that multiple times by now. However, you remained fearing this other side of him which allowed him to overpower young girls and sell their meat without ever feeling guilty about it. Never once- through the many times he had visited you- Steve had shown any form of doubt, shame nor sadness regarding his activities, and that was the part that scared you the most. He continued to live his life, behaving as if his illegal passion basically consisted in being the same as a butcher’s work. Not to mention the fact that he once used to be a trusted doctor who now used his skills in order to maintain his preys alive.
“I can offer you a chance to share this experience with me. Together, I’m sure we would lead the business to flourish.” Steve dared to offer, immediately earning decisive head shakes coming from you. “I don’t want any of that. I could never love you. I could never take part in hurting innocent women.” These words seemed to have disturbed the cannibal who’s facial expression switched from hopeful to confused and disappointed. “How dare you? How dare you off-“ you pursued, barely getting the chance to finish your sentence as you found yourself being cut off by strong words coming from Steve. “How dare I?! How dare you!” He yelled, words which had you flinch out of fear and surprise. You were now convinced that now that you had denied his offer, he wouldn’t hesitate to take that overall special treatment business away from you.
Your body snuggled against the corner of the wall as Steve got up on his feet again before proceeding to step towards you in an aggravated manner whilst murmuring silent insults under his breath. “Ungrateful bitch.. fucking ungrateful bitch.” You were too busy shaking for your life to hear how the man expressed his anger, an unexpected force suddenly pulling you away from the wall by using the chain which wrapped around your wrist to yank you in a specific direction. You yelped, cries of distress soon escaping your lips as you felt Steve’s arms wrap around your body, locking your upper limbs against your chest as his own pressed against your back. “No! Don’t you fucking touch me! Let me go!” You begged, feet kicking and body wiggling as you were determined to fight for your life. Unfortunately, Steve remained stronger than you could ever be.
Out of desperation, you kept the primal instinct that was calling out for help even though you knew that the only persons who would be able to hear you were the exhausted girls standing next door. “Help! Help!” Your guts placed all of their strength within those words, leading you to run out of energy and unfortunately grow more steady for Steve to enjoy. The twisted man smirked, forcing you down to your knees and kneeling down with you as his hand began to gently caress your hair- the other one remaining wrapped around your upper chest. “That’s it.” He praised on a husky tone, his warm breath fanning against your ear. It gave you chills as you continued to pant heavily, fearing for your life and wondering what he might do to you for refusing to collaborate. “Good girl~..” Steve added, his face moving closer to yours as you remained docile and speechless.
Shocked filled your body as you felt his soft lips press against the skin of your jaw, his head rubbing against yours as a gentle hum echoed within his throat. Steve had closed his eyes as he cuddled with your upper body, enjoying every bit of this special moment as his obsessed self couldn’t potentially get enough of your natural perfume he always longed for. Meanwhile you remained still and terrified, shaky breath holding your organs back from recovering from the shock you had just endured. “Maybe I could put you to good use, after all~” he stated, eyes now fully open as the hand which once maintained your back against his chest slowly started to slide down towards your lower abdomen. This man was psychotic, and there was no way you would allow him to sink deeper within that illusion he had created within his mind. “It would be a waste to feed the fine piece of meat that you are to the pigs~”.
This last sentence had you spring out of your state of shock, your head swung to the side before coming rushing right back in the opposite direction like a boomerang would, the side of your skull colliding with Steve’s sensitive temple. The two of you groaned, your abuser falling backwards with a whine as you got up from the floor in hopes to reach for the door, and that even if your wrist remained tied. Though the most innocent part of you hoped that the chain would break and set you free if you pulled hard enough, a theory you unfortunately didn’t get to experience as Steve had already gotten back on his feet pulling onto the chain which held you captive. Once again your cried out for help as you were pushed against the wall, this time your head being the one which took the most damage due to the hard surface composed of ciment.
Steve panted as he watched your body slide against the wall until your bottoms hit the floor, taking a few steps back and accidentally spilling the food he had prepared for you earlier. And if he remained calm at first, the man was soon to submit to another anger outburst. “You’re a fucking bitch. You know that, right?” He accused, his index finger pointing at you as you were barely starting to recover from the shock your head just endured. “Huh?!“ Steve pursued, soon taking ahold of the radio he had formerly given to you before ruthlessly throwing it against the wall and leading it to shatter. Thankfully, you remained too dizzy to feel threatened by the object which could’ve hit your face but which thankfully didn’t. All you were currently catching up on was that your little host here didn’t deal with inconveniences and denial the best. Steve was angry, disappointed and resentful.
“Please-“ you moaned out, barely finding enough strength to speak this nearly inaudible sentence. “You want me to play the bad guy? Is that it? I can do that.” Steve affirmed with a nod, placing his hands on his hips as he scanned around the room for stuff he could potential deprive you of. “Bet your ass I can do that…” he whispered to himself before licking his lips, soon starting to collect the magazines and books he had previously offered you as sources of distraction and which he was now taking away for good. And whilst Steve continued to pack your belongings, your vision slowly started to switch back to normal instead of being blurry. By the time you had recovered, your kidnapper had already managed to make his way until the door with the magazines locked underneath his armpit as well as a few hygiene products in his left hand, turning around one last time in order to share with you a few last words.
“My patience won’t be long lasting. Either you share those meal with me, or you become one. Make up your mind.” Steve threatened before stepping out of your cell and making sure to lock the door after himself. You were left punished and by yourself for refusing to collaborate with your abuser.
I’m back😁 I hope you guys enjoyed this one! Gathered all my strength to write it. Have a good day!
plot : after finding out about his sister’s death, and learning that Arvin is the main suspect, Lee decides to pay a little visit to his close surroundings… starting with you.
warnings : age gap, lowkey jealous Lee, inappropriate interrogation, humiliation, manhandling, handcuffing, none/co ( not that graphic, but it remains none/co so stay safe! <3 ) , oral sex ( male!receiving ), face fucking, cream pie.
It was a day like any other, or so you thought. You had learned about the trouble your friend Arvin was in after ruthlessly murdering that priest- and that even if it didn’t look like something he’d do- though you could also understand that the rage he felt after his sister’s suicide could only lead him to want and get revenge on the one responsible for this tragedy. You felt dirty at the only thought of attending that man’s church, listening to his words as if he was god’s messager. Being a young girl yourself, it could only send you chills down your spine to learn that he would corrupt teenage girls by using the lord in order to get what he wanted and suffice his sexual needs. Your parents were currently out in order to fetch groceries, and you found yourself home alone and in hopes of spending some relaxing time by yourself. However, an unexpected ring echoed throughout the house, soon followed by heavy knocks on the door.
There was no way that the ones responsible for all this noise were your parents, as they had only left barely 10 minutes ago. You therefore felt both intimidated and annoyed at the thought of a stranger or even a friend or relative unexpectedly showing up at your house for whatever reason. You felt tempted to behave as if you weren’t here, but the responsible part of you couldn’t help but be tempted to open the door in order to pay tribute to that mature side of you. The knocks wouldn’t cease, and annoyance was soon to be the emotion taking over as you got up from the sofa in order to regain the door. “Yes! I’m coming!” You yelled from where you stood, a couple of seconds before your hands were finally able to reach for and unlock the locks which protected you from intruders penetrating inside of your house.
You felt surprised to bump into the sheriff himself, a rather angry look visible on his face as one of his hands rested on his hip. You grew confused of course, wondering why the man you barely ever interacted with would choose your house to visit. “Yes? Can I help you?” You asked as you made sure to keep the door ajar in case anything happened. “I’m gonna need to have you answer a couple of my questions.” He stated, a frown appearing on your face. “I know you used to entertain a relationship with Arvin Russell.” Lee added, which allowed you to understand the true reason to why he was here. But the platonic love you carried for the young boy easily led your young self to take a rather drastic and risky decision. Besides, you simply didn’t feel like talking about this sensitive subject.
Unexpectedly, you pushed the door forward in a pathetic attempt to shut it close. But unfortunately, the sheriff ended up being faster than you could ever be. The door swung back open, dark eyes staring into your soul as Lee allowed himself to step inside of the house- forcing you to back away the closer he moved to you due to his intimidating self. You knew you had fucked up, and on top of that humiliated yourself through the pathetic attempt you had just led. Breaking eye contact with the man as this one gently closed the door, he then proceeded to look around your place as if he was visiting a house on sale. You felt uneasy, growing more and more nervous as seconds, which felt like hours, passed by.
“Have a seat. Let’s be civilized, mmh?” Lee offered, your timid self not being able to go against his orders now that he was inside of your house and that you were in his reach. Just like he had asked, your bum was soon to collide with the sofa as he decided to occupy one of the armchairs which faced the squishy furniture. “So…” he began, silently fighting the rage and madness which was currently growing within his soul. Seeing his sister dead was the drop which had led the vase to overflow, and Lee certainly wouldn’t allow any lies to escape your mouth without ruthless consequences following. “Tell me more about your relationship with Russel. I heard you were tutoring him. Is that correct?“ Lee started off with a peaceful and simple question, something he knew you had no reasons to lie about.
“Yes.” Was the only word which exited your lips as you kept your eyes focused on your hands which anxiously rested on your knees. The sheriff tilted his head. “Did you guys entertain any.. I don’t know, none work-wise interactions?” He asked you, stepping past boundaries he currently couldn’t be bothered to respect. It made you feel uneasy, especially as you had always had a thing for Arvin which you never had the strength to admit. “No.” Your voice was shaky, which could only lead Lee to smirk out of pleasure. The sadistic man leaned in just so slightly, elbows resting on his thighs as he would stare at your face with a lot of pride reflecting in his blue orbs. Thank god your face was still looking down at your knees as you would’ve been distraught to make such eye contact with him.
“Did you want more?” He questioned, as if penetrating within teenagers’ intimacy aroused him by reminding the man of his youthful days. “No.” Your voice now sounded a little stricter, visibly desiring to prove him wrong and teach the unprofessional sheriff a good lesson. Watching him realize he wasn’t right would’ve certainly filled you with bliss. “Hey. Look at me, girl.” Lee ordered, a demand which you fulfilled by finally agreeing to make eye contact with him. He smirked, knowing that you wouldn’t have dared to defeat his authority. “Were you guys fucking?” The sheriff asked, leading your brows to knit together in order to physically express your disgust. “No. And I don’t see what any of those questions have to do within a professional police interrogation.” You snapped. His jaw clenched.
“Listen. If ya don’t tell me where that little bastard is hiding, which I’m sure you know about, I’ll lock ya up until you finally agree to do the right thing and speak to me!” He accused unfairly, leading extra rage to finally exit your organism. “I don’t know!” You shouted back, voice higher than his which officially set Lee’s accumulated madness and rage to show up for the outside world to witness. “DON’T YOU LIE TO ME!” Yelled the police officer, leading you to jump from where you sat. You now felt genuinely threatened by the man, which soon enough allowed tears of both sadness and fear to escape your glistening orbs. “I’m not lying..” you answered softly, Lee calming down upon seeing that you had now grown fearful and submissive.
The man was panting, sweat being soon to drop out of his forehead as if he was currently turning into a ruthless beast which had yet to tear apart his current shape- or simply craving alcohol which he had grown addicted to through time. Lee clenched his jaw as he watched you sob silently, this sight secretly arousing him more than it concerned him. Adjusting his position, Lee passed his hand over his chin and mouth before agreeing to look down at your silhouette again. “You’re giving me a hard time, ya know that? In fact, you’re making me waste it when I could already be looking for the boy and give him what he deserves.” The sheriff spoke before getting up on his feet whilst allowing a sigh to escape his lips. His head was looking down at yours whilst you carried on avoiding eye contact. Though his hand was soon to reach for your chin, forcing your scared self to look up at him.
You felt paralyzed as he analyzed your facial features, tilting his head and allowing a small smirk to show up on his face. “That’s a pretty little mouth you got there…” those words sent chills down your spine. “Ever thought of putting it to good use?” Finished Lee, fingers letting go of your chin only to travel down to his belt which he started to unbuckle. Though- after understanding what he was aiming at- you refused to give in without fighting for yourself, your values and the last bits of self esteem which remained within your soul. Suddenly pushing onto his lower half in order to gain extra time, you got up to your feet before beginning to rush towards the front door in a desperate attempt to escape. After allowing a grunt to escape his lips, Lee immediately scooted after you and unfortunately took ahold of your waist before you could exit the house.
Upon feeling this threatening physical contact, your lips parted as screams echoed out of your throat. You were desperate for any kind of help, for someone to come and rescue you from this psychotic man of the law who should be someone you were able to trust. “Help! Fuck off-“ you began, Lee’s large hand soon moving up to cover your lower face as he dragged you away from the door. Your hopes turned into dust, heart rushing as you slowly realized that there would be no way out of this tragedy. You were his, and no one would’ve been able to rescue you from his hold. “You’re giving me a bloody hard time, sweetie.” He accused, his arm wrapped around your chest and keeping your limbs stuck as his free hand reached for his service handcuffs. Being a police officer, he obviously knew how to handle and control people.
At this point, tears were generously pouring out of your eyes though not out of fear but panic as your wrist found itself trapped by the metal’s cold touch. Like the asshole that he was, and to make sure you wouldn’t be able to escape without enduring pain, Lee decided to tie them as tight as he could. It didn’t take long until you found yourself down on your knees with both your wrists trapped against one another, feeling like a criminal who had just been arrested for committing some gruesome act, and that even if you were in fact fully innocent. The smile which appeared on his face once he finally had you fully submitted to his power made you feel sick, stern eyes defeating his own in a form of staring contest.
He moved his thumb down to your lips, caressing them with a lot of gentleness and respect whilst the other one took care of fully unbuckling his belt. “You have the right to remain silent~” the sheriff teased, a joke which certainly amused him whilst you sat there internally dying out of pure mental agony. It felt like a torture to be at the same level than his crotch, the sound of the process that was opening his pants painfully echoing through your ears. Lee felt pleased that you had given up on fighting back and screaming in hopes of having someone come to your rescue, his twisted mind already coming up with multiple scenarios and ways he could potentially use your body. The sheriff had lost himself to madness, brain tilting to the hatred-full side of him which would settle within his soul for good.
Your jaw clenched as you locked eyes with him once again, something which would only stand as a way to avoid having to look or even take the smallest peek at his cock. It was a thought which intimidated you, especially as you had never engaged any kind of sexual intercourse with a grown up. Though the lack of consent didn’t seem to bother Lee to the slightest, and in contrary aroused him even more than he previously was as he watched you whilst you would drop frustrated tears out of your eyes. “Such a pretty thing like you shall be put to good use.” The chatter affirmed, his cocky attitude only adding up to the bad mood you currently had to deal with. Though you knew that there would be no point in trying to discuss your way out of this. Lee had taken his decision, and nothing would’ve been able to divert his attention away from such an opportunity.
And before you could know it, the town’s sheriff had pulled his slightly hardened cock out of the confine of his pant. You watched in near awe as he started to pump it, pure excitement flowing through his veins as ever friction he offered his member sent chills down his spine- and that mainly due to the single thought of you. The man had never felt that aroused, and weak pants were already beginning to echo through the empty and silent house that was yours. You thought of your parents, of Arvin who was currently on the run and of all the people who once brought light into your life in attempt to cheer yourself up and mentally escape this gruesome situation. But unfortunately, Lee didn’t appear to hold himself back any longer. His free hand moved down to your lower face, soon taking ahold of your jaw and forcing your mouth to open in order to insert his cock within your orifice.
The now fully hardened length slowly entered your innocence, filling your mouth up and allowing your saliva to coat the smooth flesh. Lee shivered out of bliss, taking the initiative to have a bit of respect for the girl he borrowed intimacy out of by not fully forcing all of his cock inside of your large hole. “God, sweetheart.. daddy’s very happy with you right now.” The salty taste which was soon to come in contact with your tastebuds made you cringe, though you believed it certainly could’ve been way worst coming from a man of his kind and age. His hand moved to the back of your head in order to initiate movement, his own neck bending backwards once his twitching member was finally gifted with friction.
His breath only grew more shivery as time passed, minutes which appeared like hours to your helpless self as his tip and fierce shaft moved in and out of your mouth- scarring your tastebuds for life with both the feeling and taste of his crotch. Your eyes were closed, the only thing you could currently control in order to escape this situation the best you could. “Fuckin’ hell.. I take back what I said. Being in your company surely ain’t a waste of my time, sweetie.” Affirmed Lee as he looked down at your struggling self, a smirk appearing on his lips as he watched you move back and forth in order to suck onto his cock. Though his facial expressions were soon to change once you attempted to swallow your saliva which had accumulated within your mouth. This gesture only stimulated his cock even more, a realization which led your soul to cringe with shame.
And whilst both your mind and body started to feel dizzy due to the current event, Lee suddenly pulled out of your mouth and started to pump his own cock, a string of saliva- though which was soon to disappear- sealing your mouth to his member still. Feeling too exhausted to understand or care, you were soon properly awoken by the unpleasant and unexpected sensation that was his semen suddenly coming in contact with your face. Your head twitched in a quick manner due to the encounter as Lee moaned out of bliss, his hardworking testicles clenching in order to pump the sperme out of his canal. You could feel the grip he kept on the back of your head intensify, a sensation which thankfully didn’t add up to your current pain.
Your face was now covered in his cum, eyelids remaining close though this once it was against your will and out of pure physical protection. The sheriff panted softly as he looked down at you in achievement, enjoying the way his own body fluids currently decorated your facial features. The man had won, and he now felt free to go back to his initial goal which was tracking Arvin Russel down. “Thanks for your help, sweetie. I’ll make sure to pay you another visit some time soon.” Lee promised as he tucked himself back in his pants, a stern expression now taking over his face as if he had switched from being aroused to irritated in barely a few seconds of time. Meanwhile your remained still, barely daring to bring your hands up to your eyes in order to wipe the blinding liquid away from your eyelids.
Whoever out there who was able to enjoy this, I hope you have a very nice evening! Specially dt to @devilsuga ❤️
plot : you’ve been seeing Lee for a while now, keeping your relationship secret for the sake of both of your reputations and mainly in order to avoid drama. One night, after you cooked him a fancy dinner, you notice an unusual sentiment of frustration radiating from his body. After begging him, the man eventually reveals the reason to his sorrow and you decide to show him how much of a handsome man you believe he is.
Dropping his napkin on the table, a satisfied sigh escaped Lee’s mouth which could only underline that the dinner you had spent a long hour preparing for the two of you had successfully filled him up. You always enjoyed cooking for him, and that mostly because you knew he was keen on good food and having his girlfriend take good care of him. Usually, such a dinner would’ve been enough to fill him with happiness after a long day of work- the meal always being accompanied by a beer or another alcohol of any kind- but today you were easily able to notice that something was wrong. He had kept silent most of the evening, and it could only manage to worry you as you knew how much of a chatter Lee usually was and had always been. Therefore, you decided to step in and question the man about his thoughtful mindset.
Placing the empty plates down in the sink, you then proceeded to sit back down at the table where your hand reached out to hold his. No matter how rough his fingers could sometimes feel, you always enjoyed initiating tender physical contact with the man you had chosen to become your partner. “Is there something wrong?” Your voice was shy and respectful, head tilting just so slightly in hopes that Lee would agree to finally make eye contact with you as he had been staring at the flowerpot which rested on the table for a while now. He had been the one to bring you the flowers which currently fed on water within the pot, which proved that even during rough times he knew how to be a gentleman and please his lady. And eventually, Lee finally agreed to make eye contact.
When his blue eyes met yours, you were now able to distinguish the emotions which reflected in his orbs a little better. It was a mix of sorrow and anger, something you rarely got to see when being in his presence within you guys’ intimacy. There was definitely something wrong, and forcing your partner to spit out the reason to his frustrations had always been a very hard task. But you refused to give up so easily on him, and instead allowed your thumb to gently trace circles against his calloused hand. “You can tell me, you know? I’m here to listen, as I’ve always been.” You added, watching as his jaw clenched just as if he was currently debating whether he should give in your nice behavior or not. But eventually, Lee agreed to tell you about the humiliating event which took place this afternoon, and which led him to sink in that state of embarrassment and insecurity.
“Well, just some irrelevant bullshit, ya know?” He answered, this response not being enough in your opinion. “Lee..” you spoke on a nearly sad tone, his distress starting to fade off on your mood too. Locking his lips in frustration, the sheriff looked to the side for a moment before pulling his hand away and crossing both his arms against his chest. “I was at work this mornin’ and I stayed in my office in order to take care of important papers. Just usual shit.” He started, hope rising within your soul as you understood that he finally agreed to tell you about the reason to his uncomfortable mindset. “And let’s just say I caught two of my coworkers sayin’ rather…mean stuff about me.” He pursued, and you could tell he had tried his best not to replace the underlined word by another curse of any kind.
Through his tough looks, Lee had always been a very insecure man. Thankfully, you were here to reassure him whenever he needed. It therefore broke your heart to hear that someone out there had dared to feed his insecurities on top of making him feel ashamed of his own body or personality. “What did they say exactly, mmh?” You asked in order to lead the man to give you more details, details you craved to hear out of curiosity but also out of anger- and that mostly for you to be able to cheer him up as best as you could. “Well.. stuff ‘bout my body. And I just hate the fact that those fuckers I work with and supervise don’t even have the strength to say it to ma face, ya know?” He finished, finally allowing you to understand how bad the situation actually was. As previously mentioned, Lee had always been insecure about his body and no matter how those remarks have been shaped you knew that they certainly reached the most sensitive part of him.
“Oh god, I’m so sorry baby.” You answered on an empathetic tone, getting up from your chair whilst your man pulled a packet of cigarettes out of his pocket in aim of smoking one of the cancer sticks to relieve his stress. Though before he could have the flame of his hatch come in contact with the tip of the cigarette, you were quick to pull it out of his lips before placing it back down on the table. “Hey, no smoking in the house.” You teased, arms wrapping around his chest as you allowed your head to rest onto his shoulder. “But it’s my house.” He answered, leading chuckle to escape your lips. “Please?” You begged, not wishing for him to spend some of his health on a stupid cancer stick. “Fine. Anythin’ for my princess.” He ended up answering with a smirk, placing the packet of cigarettes down on the table for good. Part of you felt thankful that he had given up on behaving in a grumpy way, but you obviously kept those thoughts to yourself.
“Besides.. I know a better way to make you forget about all this stress.” You affirmed, hands gently caressing his chest as you wanted to avoid having him smoke or drink his distress away. He smiled just so slightly. “Mmh, you do?” The police officer asked innocently, playing dumb as he desired to hear you say it more than anything else in the world. “Mmh… in fact, I do.” You responded, now allowing your hands to caress up and down his upper half. “My beautiful, handsome man…” Lee smirked in victory, enjoying the way your sweet words would always lead his confidence to risen. Your lips offered his chubby cheek a kiss, an act of both love and lust. Eventually you allowed your mouth to move closer to his ear, a gentle smile appearing on your face as Lee ceased all movements in order to attentively listen to what you were about to say.
“I want you to take me the way I like it.” You whispered, the man’s cock twitching from underneath his service pants at the thought of finding itself within your tight wetness once again. Both of you carried particular interest for two different positions, and you would simply take turns in order to make it fair and fulfill each other’s needs and desires. However, you knew that asking Lee to take you the way you liked it would only result in boosting his ego once you’d be generously praising him for the good work he would hopefully be leading. A shaky sigh escaped the sheriff’s lips as he turned his head towards you, a discreet smirk appearing on his face at the thought of pounding you to death. Your lips stood close to one another’s, tension rising within both of your bodies. He wanted you, but above all… you wanted him.
[ … ]
And before you could know it, the two of you were now in bed mating with one another. Lee had happily agreed to take you in missionary, your favorite position to fuck in as it stimulated both your clit and your g-spot, but above all allowed you to get to see his face and the way it changed throughout the sexual intercourse. Your arms had slipped underneath his arms, taking ahold of his shoulders as the sheriff eagerly pounded into you in order to fill both of your respective organisms with bliss. His hips rocked against yours with a bull-like strength, his lower pelvis coming in contact with your hardened bud which currently throbbed out of pleasure.
Lee had always been a very strong man, developed muscles hiding underneath the layers of chub which were wrapped around his body. Though just like a kid, you were looking forward to being in possession of what lurked within the kinder surprise rather than the chocolate which trapped it sealed. Nevertheless, you didn’t feel a tad bothered by Lee’s body and in contrary enjoyed the feeling of it. He certainly felt more comfortable to cuddle with rather than a meatless being, or a man who had rocking hard muscles from head to toes. It wasn’t rare for you to give him plenty of cute nicknames, such as “koala bear”, “TeddyLee” or even simple ones such as “handsome”. And of course the sheriff enjoyed it. Pretty much everything you did, he enjoyed.
“God, Lee..” you moaned out, as he now proceeded to offer your crotch slow but stronger thrusts. It made your toes curl and led his facial expressions to change. “Ya know.. out of all the chicks in this town… you’re by far ma favorite one..” he affirmed breathlessly, his chatty self suddenly rising back to the surface now that he got to forget about his sorrow. You didn’t truly know how to interpret this affirmation, yet you simply assumed that he was bad with words- as always- and meant that he had made a good choice when picking you out of the lot. “I just can’t get enough of your tight little cunt..” he moaned out, and this once you were sure that it was indeed a compliment- as roughly as it was expressed.
His hips began to fasten up again, his stomach gently rubbing against yours as the bed rocked back and forth only to create a stain against the wallpaper. You enjoyed how warm and soft he felt, and how divine he made you feel. You wouldn’t cease to squeeze your walls around his pulsating length- which was just the perfect length for you to enjoy and pleasure. “Tell me baby.. tell me how good I make you feel.” The sheriff requested, growing overly weak upon being close to reaching his high. He wanted you to praise him until he’d finally cum, to hear your voice which sounded so sweet in his ear. “My boy.. my sweet sheriff~.. best man in town.” You stated, leading an outlaw groan to escape his lips. The man’s moans were soft and sensitive, far from matching his rather physically intimidating self.
“Don’t stop now… tell me more, sweetie.” He requested, pushing further inside of you and leading his cockhead to come in contact with your sensitive cervix. “Most handsome man in this bloody town.. My man.” You affirmed dominantly though your voice remained shaky, legs levitating by his waist as it appeared as if he was trying his ultimate best to dig himself as further as he could inside of your cunt. “Ma’ girl... can’t wait to fill ya up.” You choked on your own moans upon hearing that sentence adding up to the way he would pound your core. “I’d love to see you bloated with my kid. I’m gettin’ old, you know? I need to start thinkin’ about the future-“ he affirmed, once again speaking more than he probably should’ve during such a situation. However, it was a flaw of his you peculiarly appreciated. Your hands clung harder onto his broad shoulders, breasts begging for attention neither of you could currently offer them.
“Stop talking babe, and finish the work.” You begged, and that a few seconds before your romantic and sexual partner finally released his seeds inside of you. It was warm, comforting nearly as you melted under his much larger body. You watched in awe as his facial expression changed, brows knitting together as his back arched just so slightly in an attempt to keep his hips strictly locked against yours- and once again probably in order to reach further up your cunt. Another moan of his signed the end of the intercourse for good, his body soon relaxing against yours whilst he kept his cock dug inside of you, his semen currently invading your insides and breeding your fertile uterus. You alternated between soft gasps and gentle pants, head resting onto the soft pillow as Lee proceeded to slowly pull out of you to make sure he wouldn’t arm your genitals nor his own.
A shiver escaped his lips as the room’s cold air collided with his love juice coated member which had gotten used to the warmth of your pulsating core. This last friction tickled some of your sensitive spots, allowing one last sigh of bliss to escape your lips before the man laid down on the empty spot next to where you were currently resting. Semen was soon to leak out of your swollen pussy, dripping down between your asscheeks to initiate warm contact with your butthole. Next to you Lee was currently growing his energy back, one of his hands resting onto his stomach whilst the other gently teased yours. Your legs remained spread, appearing like an image of what would probably occur in the future- the consequences to this intercourse- if you weren’t taking a contraceptive pill.
The man looked satisfied though remained silent, blue eyes staring at the ceiling as if he was thinking of an important topic. Whatever it was, you only hoped it wouldn’t be any of his coworkers’ mean slurs.
Thanks for reading y’all😩 specially dt to @bucky-soldat @devilsuga and @mydreamlandforfictionalcharacter
plot : you did something bad, and your worst fear eventually becomes true. After stealing makeup in a shop, you get caught by the sheriff himself who plans on using that against you in order to earn what he wants.
warnings : swearing, age gap ( early 20’s for reader and mid/late 30’s for Lee ), slight dub-con ( reader being doubtful, Lee being kinda pushy ), car sex, unprotected sex, masturbation, vaginal penetration, a bit of breast play, internal ejaculation.
Holding a bag of groceries in your arms, you walked down the pavement in hopes of reaching your home as soon as possible. Your grandma, with whom you lived with and now had to take care of, was waiting for you to be back in order to prepare lunch. She was usually very picky when it came to you being late, and you couldn’t mentally afford to have to go through an argument again. However, right as you thought you’d be able to go on with your day and forget about the event which haunted you since a few days now, a car suddenly showed up from behind and slowed down by your side. You refused to look at it at first, believing it was some random dude checking you out in the grossest way possible. However, you soon felt forced- out of curiosity- to tilt your head to the side only to notice that it was none but sheriff Bodecker’s police car which was slowly following next to you.
A sigh escaped your lips, body stopping in it’s track and allowing the vehicle to do just the same. You now received the confirmation that Lee had indeed been looking for you, and that this unexpected encounter wasn’t random nor meaningless. Your body was soon to turn towards the car, arms still holding the bag of groceries against your chest as you felt brave enough to hold an attitude face to this man you knew well. Indeed, you had befriended his little sister in high school and therefore had gotten to see the sheriff in normal clothes multiple times, holding normal conversations with you even if they remained, most of the time, quite heated and furious. You guys didn’t share the same mindset, which was the main root of the bad relationship you entertained.
“Get in.” He said, visibly not bothering to check up on your agenda. “Listen-“ you began, only to end up being cut off by the man of the law who should’ve probably been locked up in jail rather than being the one who sent people there. “Get in.” He repeated, his tone sounding a tad more serious and insistant now that you had refused to obey to his first words. The man was facing forward, hands still on the wheel as he heard you open the door and climb inside of the vehicle only to end up being sitting by his side. Once the door closed shut, his car started to fasten the pace and drive away from the pavement- Lee taking you to a location you couldn’t bother to pay attention to at the moment. Though, it wasn’t like you truly cared as long as you could get to be home by 11 am, and that for the sake of spending your afternoon in peace.
You anxiously watched him as he drove, noticing the way his jaw seemed to clench out of annoyance or anger. He hadn’t laid his eyes on you a single time since you got into his car, and it made it seem as if he would explode if he ever allowed himself to get the smallest sight of your face. Eventually Lee’s car ended up parking somewhere near the woods, where he knew that no one would be able to see the two of you nor hear the topic of your upcoming conversation. He proceeded to turn off the engine, a sigh escaping his lips as he kept the keys dug within the lock. And for the first time since you had entered his vehicle, Lee finally bothered to turn towards you in order to initiate conversation. His eyes were cold, carrying nothing but frustration and anger.
Though he unexpectedly kept silent, leading your brain to bubble in confusion and anxiety to rise within your stomach. “What do you want, Lee?” You asked him, speaking to the sheriff like the old, certainly annoying, acquaintance that he was. His eyebrows raised just so slightly, an interrogative expression taking over his face as his eyes remained settled on the bag of groceries which religiously rested against your upper thighs. “Well, I don’t know. Is there anything you have to tell me?” He asked you back, easily leading you to understand that he knew. A sigh escaped your lips as you allowed your head to rest against the seat, eyelids shutting closing upon realizing that this man wouldn’t let you go until he would hear you admit your mistake by yourself.
A few days ago, you had penetrated into a shop and stole a poor makeup product- which was in fact a lipgloss- you didn’t have enough money to afford. It was stupid indeed, but you wanted to be able to feel like the rest of the young women of this small town did. Unfortunately it held more bad consequences than pros, and you now found yourself in your best friend’s brother’s car as the man impatiently waited for you to confess. “Look, if it’s about the lipgloss..” you began, allowing a once tensed Lee to relax back in his seat out of victory. “It was stupid. I mean, I don’t even need it. I can go and give it back.” You affirmed, defending yourself as best as you could in hopes of getting out of this situation as soon as possible. But little did you know, Lee didn’t plan on letting you go that easily.
“Actually, I couldn’t really give two fucks about the stuff you illegally borrowed from our friendly shopkeeper.” He stated, looking outside the window and around the place as if his paranoid self wanted to make sure that there was no one around. “But what I certainly care about..” Lee began, finally agreeing to settle down and make proper eye contact with you in order to finish this stressful sentence. “..is little cunts like you who hang out with my little sister and sully her reputation.” He spoke, unfair and hurtful words coming out of his mouth which easily led you to react to such gruesome accusations. “What-.. we barely hang out together anymore. This conversation is over.” You dared to stand up for yourself, body slightly tilting towards the door as you then proceeded to reach out for the handle.
Though, right as you pulled in hopes to lead it to open, the lock refused to move which resulted in you being trapped in here with the man you didn’t particularly appreciate. After pulling for a few times and appearing like a desperate fool, you finally turn around only to witness that Lee’s finger was pressed down against the right door’s security button- leading it to remain lock until he’d decide otherwise. Anger showed on your face, though your soul secretly grew fearful of the sheriff who you knew kept a little spark of madness hidden behind his badge. “You can certainly try, but let me tell you that so far no one ever succeeded in getting out of a police officer’s car without their consent.” He mocked, once again playing with your emotions and toying around with you for the single pleasure of it.
“Look, I can’t afford your bollocks right now. I have to be home by 11.” You snapped back, earning a muffled groan coming from the police officer. He definitely didn’t like the attitude you were giving him, yet he appeared as if he was trying his best not to shout at you in order not to cross or weaken your mood even more. Indeed, he wanted to put all chances on his side for what he was about to do. “Well.. it’s all up to you.” Lee affirmed, this statement leading you to frown out of confusion. Your innocent mind didn’t understand how it could’ve been up to you- as he so commonly claimed- since you were currently locked in his car with no way out. “What?..” your lips barely parted to allow this word out, as if you slowly started to fear any potentiel answer. Or at least, the worst of them.
“Let’s just say that I’ll keep my mouth shut if you accept to obediently open yours.” Lee spoke. His tone clearly putting forward the sexual intent of this sentence, though not as much as the way he was currently looking at you, analyzing your curves as if he was a lion currently getting a sneak peek of it’s next meal. Your chest tightened upon finally realizing what he wanted, his hand eventually moving up to your hair where he allowed two of his fingers to caress a few loose strands whilst you felt too shocked to even react to those touches which were far from being welcomed. You instinctively felt the need to squeeze your legs together, growing uneasy at the thought of sleeping with the town’s sheriff, your best friend’s older brother, a man you despised above all.
When you finally found the strength to look towards him- still allowing his hand to toy with your hair as he pleased- Lee tilted his head in a rather soothing manner, like a dog getting ready to attentively listen to what you were about to say. He was visibly waiting for an answer, your insides currently tearing apart as you tried your best to take a decision as soon as possible. “It could be pleasurable for you too, you know. I’m no monster, after all. We’re only two acquaintances helping each other out.” His words barely penetrated through your ears as you were currently seeking for the right decision to take- part of you not wanting to go to jail, even if it was for a day or two, and have your grandma be ashamed of your acts. The only thought of her being disappointed in you was unbearable, and it was the sneaky detail which led you to finally take a decision.
“Okay.” You responded, a smile immediately creeping up on Lee’s face as if he was the Grinch who successfully managed to ruin Christmas. He chuckled to himself, bringing two of his fingers up to his lips out of which he pulled a relatively used chewing gum which he didn’t hesitate to throw out of the window. The sheriff then proceeded to open the door, stepping out of his own vehicle and allowing the sun to caress his buffy facial features. His eyes squinted, underlining the fact that the man was mostly used to darkness and would usually fear sunlight. “Come on. Backseat.” He ordered before looking around again, hand resting on his hip before he proceeded to get back inside of the vehicle. All you guys did was switch from front to back, where Lee knew the two of you would be more comfortable to engage sexual intercourse of any kind.
As you closed the door shut behind you, your thoughts wandered towards the bag of groceries you had left in the front seat, forcing yourself to remember to pick it up later and bring it back home once the two of you would be done. You got chills out of how casual Lee appeared about this overall situation, as if it was something he would do every day. It easily led you to grow suspicious, wondering if he would hold such blackmail with other girls in town whenever he desired to get himself empty. Unfortunately, or more like thankfully, the sheriff didn’t leave you much personal time to think about all the gruesome things he could potentially do behind the town’s rather clueless back. Most people trusted him, which made it even sicker and scary.
His hands rubbed up and down his spread legs, a sigh escaping his lips as if it had taken him all the strength of the world to switch from the front to the backseat. “It’s hard to find nice chicks around here. But you.. I’ve always sort of kept my eye on you.” He affirmed as you remained still, head eventually looking down at his lower half only to notice that he was now unbuckling his belt. It made you nervous, though you remained physically emotionless as part of you desired to show him that he didn’t intimidate nor scared you. Did Sandy know about her brother’s behaviors and simply decided to close her eyes on it out of shame? Or was she unaware of how much of a monster this guy actually was? All your friend had ever told you about her brother was that he supposedly had a “complicated” personality. How ridiculous that information currently appeared…
Once Lee was done getting rid of his gun- which he threw in the front seat out of safety- and whatever stood in the way of his member entering one of your orifices, he finally moved closer to wrap his arm around your shoulders. He was now close enough for you to be able to smell the alcohol which radiated out of his pores and intoxicated his breath, leading you to wonder if whatever he kept in his coffee cup was indeed coffee or another kind of illicit liquor he certainly shouldn’t have been drinking during work. Little did you know he was now able to smell you too, and unlike you he did feel quite pleased by the natural scent which exited your body. “You smell divine kitten.” He groaned before digging his face against your neck, a moan escaping your lips upon finding yourself trapped within his hold.
As Lee embraced you and caressed your curves as your primal side couldn’t help but feel aroused by this situation. Your neck being a very sensitive spot of yours, it was understandable that the sheriff’s kisses would affect your mood and mindset. You now felt a little more okay about the situation, and that no matter if it was your best friend’s brother, a gruesome person, who was currently making you feel that way. He eventually allowed one of his hands to slide between your- now- parted legs, reaching down for your clothed crotch which had yet to be revealed. Lee had dreamt of this moment for a while now, ever since he had caught interest in you after seeing you hang out multiple times with his sister until this one decided to run off with her so called husband.
You shivered as you felt his fingertips come in contact with your covered clit, leading it to pulsate twice more than it should’ve in company of sheriff Bodecker. He broke the contact his lips had entertained with your neck only to have the pleasure of looking up at you with the desperate need to witness your reaction to this lower physical contact. And visibly, he hadn’t been disappointed, which you could tell by the smile that appeared on his face. “Mmh~ come on.” He groaned hungrily, his hand taking a rough hold of your panties which he slid down your legs in order to prepare you to what was to come. With Lee’s great help, you moved onto his lap and allowed his hand to feel the light dress you had decided to wear on this beautiful sunny spring day. You were quick to understand that he was aiming at the straps of your piece of clothing, eventually pulling them down in order to reveal your breasts.
He paused for a second, orbs switching from one tit to another as you carefully sat on his lap and watched the way his stomach appeared less tensed now that it had been relieved from the burden that once was Lee’s tight belt. “Oh good lord.” He spoke, his left hand remaining on the small of your back whilst the other slid down to his own crotch. “How ‘bout you give me a little show, huh?” Demanded Lee, this sentence sounding more like an obligation than a choice you could make. As ordered, you agreed to touch your own chest- pinching and pulling on your nipples in only aim to please Lee’s exigent self. It didn’t take long for the man’s hand to be in possession of his own, slightly hardened, cock, palm creating friction by moving up and down the man’s shaft.
He wouldn’t get his eyes off your performance, not even bothering to look up at your face any longer. His other hand eventually allowed to set your back free and slid down your waist in aim of raising your dress upwards, a move which revealed your intimacy for him and his cock to enjoy. As you continued to squeeze and gently manhandle your breasts, Lee delicately took ahold of his shaft with the help of three fingers before he began to rub his moist tip against your clit and slit. You shivered at the warm sensation, your natural instincts taking over as you now were sure that you wanted to be filled with all of his length. “Ahh-“ you moaned, betraying your current state for Lee’s greatest pleasure. He smirked in triumph, spreading his thighs a bit farther apart whilst now offering your clit gentle taps with the help of his cockhead.
For a reason you probably would never be able to explain, it felt good and only led you to want him even more. The man certainly knew what he was doing and had for only goal to lead you to take the initiative of sitting on his cock all by yourself. And as bad as it was, you ended up fulfilling his desire by wrapping your arms around his neck and carefully beginning to sit down on his member. Both of you moaned as his length spread your walls apart, tip finding it’s way until the deepest part of your cunt until your crotch finally collided with his. His hand came in contact with your hip whilst the other felt the desperate need to toy with your chest, blue eyes still staring at your breasts even as you began to bounce up and down on his cock.
“Mmph-..” Lee groaned, feeling overly aroused by the glorious combo that was finally getting to sleep with someone after days of being sexually sober, this person being none but the girl he had fantasized over for years. “Am I the biggest you’ve ever had?..” the sheriff found the strength to ask through gentle pants and exaggerated breaths, your tone mimicking the same as his since both of you currently shared the same struggle. “Yes-..” you spat out of the best you could, inner thighs growing sore from having to repetitively come in contact with the rough material of his pants. “I bet it doesn’t feel the same with those school boys of yours, does it?” Lee asked, visibly looking forward to boosting his own ego through macho questions he came up with by himself. Even if you had left high school since a couple of years now, Lee kept the bad habit of calling any man under 25 years of age a boy- probably wishing to insist on his own experience and performances.
“Mmh- mmh..” you responded, muffled sounds echoing through your closed mouth as you shook your head in aim of letting him know that he was indeed a very good partner to sleep with. Though those words and answers were highly exaggerated as you mostly wished to boost the sheriff’s ego in order to have him definitely forget about your little robbery case. His jaw slowly dropped open as he made eye contact with you, arms wrapping around your body whilst the car rocked back and forth as it followed your intercourse’s rhythm. You eventually took the initiative to lean in to receive a rather sloppy yet heated kiss from Lee, who’s mouth and jaw had grown weak as if he had decided to offer all of his body strength to his crotch in order to ensure it would carry good stamina which would result in a good performance.
You could eventually begin to physically feel that your partner was now coming to his edge, how his cock twitched in pure bliss and agony due to being engulfed by your muscular yet appetizingly slimy walls. His fragile state was visible on the outside too, through the way Lee would close his eyes and frown harder and harder as time passed by. At this point, he was the one trying to make you bounce as you simply rolled your hips against his lap, his balls pressing against your lower entrance which gifted you with a conveniently warm sensation to enjoy. It was almost satisfying to see that you could put a man such as him in a state of pure weakness, in fact the most vulnerable state a human could be in.
And before you even had time to blink, you suddenly felt a boiling and sticky liquid spray against your insides, his sperme penetrating past your cervix and filling your uterus with vigorous seeds. His arms wrapped tighter around you, Lee pulling you in and allowing your chest to collide with his. An exhausted moan exited his lip as his balls and shaft twitched against your genitals, sperme travelling through his canal in order to fulfill nature’s will. Once this step was done and over with, you were now allowed to pull back and make eye contact with Lee who now silently chuckled in victory. “That was good. Thank you baby.” He said, praising your work but mostly the pleasure he was able to be gifted with.
Now that the excitement had dropped, and that your body had managed to go back to it’s normal self, you suddenly felt shame and disgust take over your mindset as your sensitive walls continued to squeeze against his cock. His hands lazily moved up to your bare chest, caressing up and down the soft mounds of flesh which had originally been gifted to women in order to nourish children. It didn’t feel bad, but you now regretted to have given in this pathetic blackmail he decided to drag you in.
God it’s good to be back. Had to honor my favorite sheriff! Specially written for @devilsuga and @bucky-soldat !! I hope you guys enjoyed ;)
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Hiii! Hope you have an amazing day! I was wondering if you still take requests. Once more tom is a stepdad. He witnesses that you are masturbating. But you don’t know he saw you. And his overwhelming grows when everytime he thinks about what he saw. Something like that.
Tom Hiddleston | sneaky voyeur
Stepdad!Tom Hiddleston x fem!reader
plot : thinking you’re home alone, you decide to put efforts into pleasing yourself, and that without bothering to close your bedroom door. However, your stepdad unexpectedly got home early and is soon to be lured by the moans coming from your bedroom. What will happen when the man catches you in the act?
After spending quite a rough day, you had come home to what appeared to be an empty household. However, loneliness wasn’t necessarily meant to be a bother, especially not in your case. You enjoyed being gifted with calm time by yourself, which often gave you the occasion to finish important duties or simply occupy the living room in order to watch a movie until your mother, always followed by your stepdad, would come home. But today was different. You didn’t feel the need to do anything fulfilling, especially not after this long day. In contrary, what you needed was something which would allow you to relax. And you already had a specific idea in mind.
After closing the door and removing your shoes, you took the initiative to make your way upstairs and regain your bedroom. Your bag dropped to the floor as soon as you took a single step inside of the room, your jacket being next before you were the one to drop against your bedsheets. A sigh escaped your lips, muscles finally being able to rest for the first time since you had woken up- which could only awaken this envy that had progressively started to grow inside of you. One of the reasons to why you always hopped on the occasion to masturbate whenever your were alone was that you didn’t have to worry about someone suddenly attempting to walk in.
Indeed, you were free to fully undress and even leave the door open if you wished- which you did. Your brain being free from having to remain on guard of a potential interruption, the pleasure could only feel even better and twice more intense. It was something you had learned to discover through time, boredom leading you to progressively experience more about yourself and get to know your desires better than you once did. It was all very blissful.
Your hands began with offering your stomach and breasts gentle caresses, leading your nipples to harden now that they were exposed to your touch and cold air. A sigh of relief escaped your lips as you allowed yourself to get completely comfortable against the bedsheets, nearly drowning in your own covers as you decided to skip to the next level. The tip of your fingers were soon to come in contact with your clit, rubbing the flesh up and down in order to initiate pleasure in your lower body. It took a few seconds for you to start to feel truly aroused, the rubs you forced on your bud turning out to be more efficient than you thought they would. However, you couldn’t have planned what was about to happen.
Tom’s boss had allowed the man to go home early after this one had successfully finished one of his major tasks. He said that it was a well deserved reward, and of course the British man wouldn’t deny such a heavenly opportunity. The door swung open again, revealing a tired Tom who slowly made his way inside of the house before taking care of gently closing the door. He wasn’t the type to slam it shut, and he never had been. Though if it hadn’t been for your stepdad’s recurring habits, you would’ve probably managed to avoid what was about to happen. Indeed, as he removed his shoes, Tom’s ears caught glimpse of what appeared to be gentle moans and whines coming from upstairs. If he felt confused at first, he was soon to understand that only two possibilities were lying down on the table.
He first thought that maybe it could’ve been your mother, though his mind was soon to assimilate how different those moans sounded from the ones he knew too well. Therefore, there was only one remaining option. It had to be you. The grown man couldn’t help but cringe face to this undeniable reality, though the other side of his mind easily felt attracted by the thought of your youthful self pleasing yourself. Making sure it was you couldn’t hurt, right? Tom thought that maybe if he was silent enough, he would manage to get a peek of your activities without disturbing you in any way. Which was wrong, of course, but it’s not like your stepdad truly cared when there wouldn’t be any witnesses.
Indeed, he had always felt some kind of attraction to you, taking time to analyze your mindsets and characteristics whenever he got the chance to spend some time with you. He thought that you were quite pretty, gifted with a form of youthful elegance he couldn’t appear to properly explain. And just like that, Tom was now on his way upstairs- trying his best to keep his steps as silent as he wanted to make sure you wouldn’t notice that he had gotten home. So far the moans hadn’t stopped, which could only underline the fact that you indeed remained unaware of his presence within the house. After reaching the top of the stairwell, the grown man began to step towards your bedroom, noticing how the door had been left slightly opened- just enough for him to be able to see what he wanted to witness.
His face was soon to appear through the crack of the door, blue eyes watching as your silhouette lied down onto your bed whilst your hands continued to please your cunt. A shaky breath escaped Tom’s lips, who at first was tempted to walk away and respect your privacy. But unfortunately, his crotch was now beginning to grow truly affected by what he was witnessing, leading the man to take the selfish decision to stay where he’s been standing since a few seconds now. After all, he simply couldn’t deny the offer that was to witness such an appetizing sight. Therefore, Tom remained where he stood whilst you carried on pleasuring yourself without being aware of his presence.
Saying you had never been attracted to your stepdad would’ve been a lie, but it wasn’t something you were willing to speak on about either. It was your dirty secret which you kept locked away from your mother; and anyone really; to make sure you’d preserve your good reputation. You’ve always wondered how it felt like to be sharing beds with him just like your mom did, how it felt to be able to publicly admit and show that you were leading a happy relationship with him. Part of you was jealous, yet you were mature enough to realize that it was nothing but a crush you would eventually get bored of some time soon. But now that would be difficult seeing how the man you craved lived in the same house as you did.
The two of you secretly longed for one another, though the difference was Tom simply refused to admit it. He knew that if he ever did anything, your mother would’ve never been able to forgive him and that wasn’t something he wanted to deal with. He enjoyed the comfort of the home they had built together, and that wasn’t something he was willing to let go of any time soon. However, the repressed feelings he carried for you were slowly starting to consume the man from within- and eventually it led the two of you to end up in situations such as this one, which on top of that you remained absolutely unaware of.
Not being able to contain himself any longer, Tom’s hands silently slid down to the button of his pants which he started to remove from its hook before proceeding to slide the zipper as further as it potentially could. His breath wouldn’t cease to shake, both anxiety and excitement leading a battle within his mind to see which one of them would end up being the great winner. His cock had already started to harden beneath his underwear, making it even harder for the older man to resist the painful temptation that was touching himself to the sight of you. Tom was simply scared to get caught, and he could only begin to imagine how much embarrassment would be taking over his soul if that ever happened.
And as you now rolled onto your stomach in order to tease your clit from another angle, your stepdad felt his crotch nearly explode upon receiving a clear wide angle shot of your spread buttcheeks. This had managed to officially push him over the edge, his hand now sliding down his briefs in order to give his member what it was craving for : touch. His cold fingers were soon to come in contact with his boiling shaft, feeling the smoothness of his skin which was adorned of a couple of fainted veins here and there. His red tip pulsated in a needy manner, making it obvious that Tom was currently struggling with maintaining control over his own body. Thankfully, he was soon to put an end to the torture he had allowed to settle within his body by finally beginning to move his hand up and down his shaft.
It felt heavenly, and the time he took to finally come in contact with his genitals had only managed to make it a whole lot better. A moan of his own nearly escaped his lips, yet Tom was wise enough to close his mouth before that could ever happen. The man therefore contained all of his sounds within as he began to please himself to your sight, watching as your fingers would rub circles against your clit before eventually sliding up and down your slit. He noticed that it was rare for you to allow yourself to slide a finger in, though it did happen here and there whenever you felt like it. Tom knew that it certainly wasn’t as pleasurable than the sweet touches you were offering your clit, and he was therefore able to understand the way you worked better.
And as you fastened up, so did the voyeur who watched you through the small opening of your door. He appeared to be following your pace, probably being influenced by your eagerness which excited him more than ever. The veins on his cock were now more visible than they once were, and his tip was already leaking with precum. You had huge power and influence over your stepdad, and ironically enough that was something you’d probably never know. Now that he had recorded enough footage in his mind, and as he felt like he would soon be reaching his high, Tom stepped away from the door and silently started to make his way towards his own bedroom which he shared with your mother. A couple of hesitant moans and winces were able to escape his lips now that he had moved farther away from your sensitive ears.
The door of the bedroom was carefully closed behind him before Tom crashed against the wall and began to pump his shaft faster and harder than he ever had before. He desperately wanted to orgasm to the thought of you, playing the scenes he had just witnessed in his mind over and over again. These actions easily led him to wince in a painful manner, as if he was pushing himself over the edge no matter if it would leave scars or not. The only thing Tom currently wanted was to finally be able to cum. This time, he didn’t have to worry about being careful anymore as the walls which separated the two of you stood as enough of a reassurance for the grown man. Or so he thought.
The moment finally came for his balls to twitch, leaving the grown man weak as strings of white sperm squirted out of his pulsating urethra. It landed on the carpet, staining the expensive material which your mother would probably take notice of soon enough and blame your stepdad for doing such a thing. His shaft throbbed in upwards and downwards motions as the last remains of sticky substance exited his cock, pants coming out of the man’s mouth as he collapsed against the wall once again. Never once had Tom experienced an orgasm which had left him in such a state of pure physical and mental weakness, yet he didn’t even feel bad about it. In contrary, he was now able to realize that those feelings he carried for you might just be more than a brief fantasy.
Sorry for being inactive. Life has been tough. But it always makes me happy to post a new imagine❤️ I hope you managed to enjoy it!
hiii can you please do tom as dad's best friend/co-worker where they finally meet each other in her dad's office? and that y/n dad have to take an urgen flight trip thats why he needed tom to look after y/n for a couple of days. lots of sexual tension and dirty talk! (also age gap if that's alright with you?) 😌 make it real smutty and kinky u know the drill :) ty!!
Tom Hiddleston | unique babysitter
Tom Hiddleston x fem!reader
plot : being a single father, your dad has no choice but to leave you at home with a friend after he has been called for an urgent business travel. Surprisingly enough, you manage to end up enjoying Tom’s exhilarating company.
warnings : smut, age gap, dirty talking, slight dub/con, virgin!reader, innocence kink, dry humping, unprotected sex, slight after care and cuddling.
Around a week ago, your dad had finally agreed to take you to his office in order for you to discover his job. You had never really understood the way he made a living, and it had therefore been the occasion for you to get to learn more about his work whilst earning the chance to spend some extra time with him. Ever since your mom had left, you had allowed yourself to drift away from your father- an unwilling habit which had brought harm to the two of you throughout the years. But now was your chance to do better by supporting the older man through his daily life and by letting him know that he was not alone. Though, your little trip to his office had allowed you to meet with one of his closest coworkers : a so called Tom Hiddleston.
The man worked at the desk next to your dad’s, which allowed you to get a good view of his friend whilst they both worked. The room remained silent- the sounds of the keyboards being put to good use offering a pretty symphony. Your orbs would sometimes divert towards the infamous older man, feeling your cheeks heat up whenever his blue eyes would take notice of your stares and look up at you- leading your embarrassed self to look away. From the corner of your eyes, you could tell that this gesture had amused him due to the way his lips seemed to curl up whilst his chest bobbed upwards gently. Your hands fidgeted together, this little game lasting through the entire afternoon until it was finally time for you and your father to go home. But even after disappearing from one another’s sight, none of you appeared to forget about the other.
The next day, your dad had announced to you that he would be forced to leave for a couple of days due to an important business offer he simply couldn’t push away. At first, you felt okay with it... until this one added up that his coworker and friend, Tom, would be in charge of taking care of you for the few upcoming days. This stroke anxiety within your heart. The man you had desperately stared at for hours yesterday would now be assigned as your babysitter? The thought of getting to spend time alone with him was surely exciting, but also intimidating. Therefore, you decided to use arguments in order to dodge your father’s announcement, and potentially call off this whole babysitter issue which you believed was unnecessary for a girl such as you.
The first argument you decide to pull up was the fact that you were eighteen, and therefore not in need of a babysitter anymore. You could take care of yourself, which you did whenever your father was at work. But to the older man, this wasn’t the issue. He felt pleased to remind you what had happened the last time he had trusted you to be alone for a couple of days, and you had no choice but to remain silent face to his prominent argument, and your lack of snap back. Even though you could’ve probably explained that this event took place a couple of years back, and that you were now a legal adult to society, you decided to submit to your father’s announcement and decision.
Coming back to the present, you were currently sat in the living room whilst waiting for Tom to arrive. Your father had left a couple of minutes ago already, as he didn’t wish to miss his plane due to his coworker being late- who he trusted in taking good care of you. But little did he know, the older man would do much more than simply cook dinner for the two of you before tucking you in for a good night of sleep. When the bell finally rang, your head diverted towards the door in a hurry before your whole silhouette made an effort to get up from the sofa in order to reach for the entry of your home. Nervously, your hand took ahold of the handle before twisting it and allowing the door to open, revealing your dad’s smily coworker. “Good evening, Princess. I’m sorry I’m late.” He affirmed as your eyes slowly slid down towards the postman bag he carried on his right shoulder.
Face to your prolonged silence, he decided to step in one more time. “May I come in?” Tom asked, hoping that this sentence would manage to pull you out of your thoughts. And it did. “Oh yes, sure. I’m sorry...” You responded, an awkward chuckle escaping your lips as you moved to the side in order to let the older man step inside of your house. As soon as Tom laid a foot of onto the floor of your home, you felt a rather uncomfortable sensation take over your organism. It was a mix of excitement- that due to his handsomeness and attractive aura- and anxiety. A single pressure applied on the door was enough to have it close, trapping the two of you inside of the construction. And from that point, things progressively started to get more risky.
If Tom had agreed to sit down at the living room’s table to work at first, he soon caught interest in your silhouette and the things your curves could potentially offer him. During the first evening you spent together, things remained rather quiet and calm. All he did was look at you from the corner of his eye once in a while, and so did you whenever you felt like allowing your hormones to win over your good sense. You had been the one to cook dinner, and the older man hadn’t stopped praising the meal you had taken time to prepare whilst he worked. You got the chance to listen to a few of his personal informations- such as his nice lifestyle as a single man who enjoyed cooking for himself, as a hobby. Tom even promised to be the chief tomorrow evening, a bargain which led you to feel more comfortable in his presence.
The next day was when you finally started to feel more comfortable about your father’s coworker living in your house. You didn’t get to see him during the day due to college, but coming back in the evening knowing you would be able to spend time with the older man never failed to make you feel excited. Tom had progressively let go of his work, claiming he had taken a one week remunerated break in order to spend some extra time with you. The days went along, and you found yourself skipping class as well to attend the man’s offers about going out to various places. Calling your dad to check up on him wasn’t a priority anymore, which easily led you to bump into multiple missed calls when you finally made your way back up to your room after spending a day with his friend.
On this delightful Friday evening, you had been given the honor to taste Tom’s most famous recipe : bolognese. The dinner went on wonderfully, and you soon found yourself bloated with sauce and pasta- a visual proof that you had indeed enjoyed the meal he had prepared. Wiping the corner of his mouth with a napkin, Tom’s blue orbs stared at your exhausted self who still tried to recover from the amount of food you had previously ingested. It had exhaust you. “I guess I won’t be asking you how it went, seeing the emptiness of your plate.” He affirmed with a chuckle before reaching out for both of your stained yet empty plates in order to carry them until the sink. Shifting in your seat, you allowed your vision to divert away from your guest for a moment- which Tom didn’t fail to notice.
With a smirk appearing on the corner of his lips, the man proceeded to rest the plates down on the workspace before silently making his way back to you, sitting down in the chair which was positioned next to yours before leaning in and allowing his lips to collide with your neck. You obviously reacted face to this unexpected sensation, body shaking just so slightly as you tiredly leant backwards in order to break the contact. “What? What are you doing?” You asked awkwardly, earning an amused smile from the older man. His hand travelled up to your hair, blue orbs following his own gesture as he brushed a strand behind your ear. “Just treating you the way you deserve. You’re a grown woman after all, aren’t you? And adults communicate with one another.” He purred seductively, those few words sending chills down your spine.
“So I’m letting you know... I want you.” He finished, hand still toying with your hair as both your heart and mind fell apart on the instant. Had you heard that right? Was your father’s friend truly offering you to hookup under his coworker’s own roof- a man who had given him his trust to look after his only daughter? But the will to rebel and prove to the world that you weren’t a child anymore turned out to be stronger then your good sense and the respect you held for your dad. Your cheeks heated up as you made eye contact with Tom again, a welcoming smile appearing his lips which led you to fall for him even more. “Okay...” you responded to his previous statement in an awkward manner, leading the adult’s smile to intensify. “Okay.” He repeated happily, hand sliding down to your thigh in order to take ahold of yours.
Tom easily managed to get you to stand up, leading you out of the kitchen and upstairs as his thumb gently rubbed against the back of your hand. Again, you felt excited yet anxious- still questioning whether yes or not you should give in his certainly appetizing offer. But before you knew it, the older man had managed to reach your father’s room- the room Tom had been occupying throughout the journey- which possessed a bigger bed for the two of you to enjoy. His first reflex was to turn on the lights before closing the door, those two gestures requiring for him to let go of your hand which allowed you to move closer to the bed without his help. “Ever done this before?” Tom asked empathetically as his silhouette turned towards yours, both his hands resting on his hips as if he was trying to contain certain pulsions.
Even if you felt ashamed of the answer you were about to give, you still trusted the man enough not to make fun of you nor make any degrading remarks about your sexual life. “Not really.” You answered as he moved closer to you, head bowed down to be able to make proper eye contact. “That’s okay.” He reassured, his hand moving up to your shoulder which he squeezed gently. “I’ll make sure to take good care of you.” Finished the male, his fingers now taking ahold of your chin only to lead your head to look up. Your lips aligned with his, his head slowly moving down towards yours until your closed mouths finally pressed against one another. This was the chastest kiss anyone had ever given you- which reinforced the feeling of safety you felt whenever it came to Tom. Though he quickly ended up softly breaking the contact in order to make sure you were okay.
You silently sucked in your bottom lip, as if you wanted to get some extra taste of his lips even after he had decided to break the kiss. Allowing your lower piece of rosy flesh to go, your orbs finally diverted upwards in order to make eye contact with the man who had just filled you with bliss. “I liked this.” You admitted, earning a smile from your partner. His hands travelled up to the first button of his shirt, progressively undoing the links until his bellybutton and abdominals were revealed to your innocent sight. Those assets made you shiver, and Tom could easily tell that you were too shy to step forward and lay your pretty hands onto his flesh. Smirking, the man dodged your silhouette in order to reach for the bed, removing his shirt through the process before allowing it to drop to the floor.
You watched silently as he sat down on the edge of the furniture, inviting you to take place beside him by laying gentle taps on the spot next to his thigh. Your submitted self obeyed, feet leading you towards your master until you finally took place beside him. “You’re such an obedient girl.” Tom praised, seemingly enjoying the way you agreed to follow all of his commands. An intimidated chuckle escaped your lips as his hand once again traveled up to your face, caressing your facial features and brushing your hair back in the loveliest manner. You couldn’t help but stare at his crouched abdominals, the way his skin formed muscular rolls for you to appreciate and praise. After all, it was the first time you ever saw a grown man bare chested in such an intimate situation.
“You want to remove a couple of layers? It’s the least we could do.” Tom offered gently, making sure to use the proper tone in order not to scare you off- and mostly in order to lead you to accept his proposition. Again, you agreed, standing up from the bed before removing your sweatshirt by pulling it over your head. Your bare breasts were revealed to his sight, though his blue orbs remained mainly focused on the skin of your waist and stomach. He found the bellybutton and stomach as a very attractive part of the female anatomy, and couldn’t potentially get enough of staring at this area of your body. Of course the grown man also felt grateful to be able to get a peak of your breasts- which he would make sure to cherish and praise later on.
His hands bluntly moved up to your waist as you took place between his legs, blue orbs still looking up at you before Tom allowed himself to lay a kiss onto your stomach. You abdominals contracted due to the small tingle you felt within you skin as the older man now took care of laying trails of gentle kisses down your belly. Looking down at him, you allowed your digits to travel up to his perfectly groomed hair before passing your fingers through the strands, messing up his mane in the softest manner. You were able to feel his lips perk upwards, indicating that your gestures were visibly making him smile. It reassured you to be aware of such a positive reaction.
After reaching the waistband of your joggers, Tom stopped himself through his track in order to take another look at your facial features- which in his humble opinion were perfect. Besides, spending time with someone who was younger than him somewhat sent the man back to his youthful days as well; which provided Tom a very blissful feeling. Without breaking eye contact, he began to unbuckle his belt before undoing the button of his jeans without even taking care of sliding the leather material out of the confines of his pants. Though he unfortunately found himself forced to look away after struggling to undo his button, your orbs still staring down towards his veiny hands which worked hard to reach their goal.
Once this step was finally over with, Tom placed a hand on your hip in order to gently move you backwards so that he could stand up from the bed. You could tell by his frustrated appearance that he seemingly couldn’t wait to end up in bed and fully naked with you. Though he always kept a reassuring smile on his face, even whilst pulling his jeans down to his ankle before stepping out of the piece of clothing. The grown man now stood in his briefs, feeling no form of shame nor embarrassment face to your younger self. Besides, there simply was nothing he could’ve potentially feel ashamed of. His body was perfect. A chuckle escaped his lips upon witnessing how clueless you appeared, a sight which could only make him feel more confident through the overall process.
“Well, kitten... there’s nothing you should be ashamed of. Real men are nothing like the boys you see at school.” He insisted, referring to how male teenagers often found many reasons to criticize the female anatomy and make young girls feel insecure. And his tone sounded extremely genuine- which was what led you to finally unleash your silhouette from all these pieces of clothings. You nodded silently, hands moving down to the waistband of your joggers before you slid the material down to your ankles. Sitting back down on the edge of the bed, you proceeded to remove the cloth from your ankles, now revealing your underwear to a rather eager Tom.
He jumped on this handy occasion to gracefully climb on the bed and lay down on the spot where he usually slept, waiting for you to be done and hand out the green flag like the gentleman that he is. Looking back at him, you once again felt your cheeks heat up due to crossing another line of the process. He smiled. “Don’t be shy. I want you.” Tom begged, arm extending towards your chest as an invitation for you to get closer- which you did. Now laying down next to each other, your hands rested against his chest as your bodies faced one another, feeling the warmth which emitted from his skin. He looked down at you, head leaning down and once again seeking for your lips before he was finally able to press them against yours.
You kissed back, now feeling more comfortable as his arms wrapped around your back in order to gently get himself on top of your body. You were consensually overcome by his much larger silhouette, one of your hands moving up to his shoulders as you carried on giving back what the man was generously offering you. As soon as grunts and low moans began to escape his lips, you could tell that things were about to move faster from this moment- legs spreading a little bit wider as you allowed the man to grind his hips against yours. You were able to feel his hardening member collide with and rub against your own clothed genitals- movements which soon led your entrance to leak juices and stains your panties.
“Look at you..” Tom began, breaking the kiss for a few seconds in order to catch his breath and finish his sentence. He was panting. “Legs already spread wide open for me.” The man stated, speaking nothing but obvious facts. You blushed. No one had ever spoken to you in such a way, and especially not on that specific tone which turned out to be quite exhilarating. Now moving his head down against the crook of your neck, you were able to feel warmth take over both your chest and crotch due to Tom still grinding his hips against yours. The movements stimulated your clit, sending chills down your spine and leading more love juice to leak out of your throbbing core. And even if the older man appeared more eager about the situation when it came to visuals, your soul was definitely suffocating with pleasure even if you remained slightly motionless and silent.
Sitting up on his knees, a smirking Tom made eye contact with you as he allowed himself to slide off your panties; taking them off your legs before carelessly dropping them to the side. Such a small piece of clothing certainly wouldn’t be a bother through your shared intercourse, which was the reason to why he decided not to pay much attention to where it landed. Besides, your father’s coworker felt too excited about what was to come to even care about such an irrelevant detail. You were panting, still trying to recover from this first contact which had left you damaged with pleasure and excitement. Though, little did you know, the real fun was only about to begin.
“My pretty girl’s got a pretty little cunt.” He praised, his fingers sticking together as he brought his hand down between your legs. You shivered, sucking in your bottom lip in anticipation to his upcoming touch. It would be the first time you would get touched by a man, by someone else than your own self. A part of you wondered how it was going to feel, though the second one couldn’t help but grow anxious and worried. However, before you could even think any further, you felt Tom’s fingertips collide with your sensitive core- sending chills down your spine and easily leading your hole to squeeze and contract. He chuckled, appreciating his good work and feeling satisfied about the way he managed to make you feel. Though, it wasn’t like Tom had ever disappointed a woman in bed before.
One of the older man’s hands landed beside your face, Tom holding himself up with the help of his left arm whilst his other hand took care of pleasing your core. His fingertips rubbed up and down your clit, sometimes pinching the hardened bud and manhandling it perfectly. His aim was to get your entrance to loosen up for him; and that especially after he took notice that you were a virgin. Tom wanted this intercourse to be pleasing for you too, and he was willing to use any tactic in order to help you to relax. His lips landed against yours again, trapping your moan within his cavity and pushing it back inside of your mouth with the help of his tongue penetrating your moist entry.
Once your moans began to get progressively higher pitched, Tom felt like it was now the right time to initiate you to the pleasures he was certainly going to provide you. Taking his soaked fingertips up to his lips, he allowed his tongue to taste the sweet juices before both his hands took ahold of the waistband of his briefs which was soon to be slid down to his mid thighs. You didn’t dare to look, eyes still staring at the ceiling until your view was blocked by your partner’s facial features. He smiled and you smiled back. “Well hello.” Teased the older man, a few words which easily led you to chuckle. In the position you two had adopted, you were able to feel his rocking hard shaft press against your clit- a sensation that didn’t fail to make you feel nervous.
“You ready, Princess?” Questioned your dad’s coworker, your legs immediately spreading a tad wider upon hearing those few words. Another kiss was laid on your lips, probably in order to distract you from the slight pain which was about to follow. And before you could know it, a warm mass was pressed against your cavity, soon penetrating your entrance and pushing past your hymen that broke on the instant. A high pitched groan escaped your lips which led Tom to intensify the kiss, his hips jumping on the occasion to move closer to yours until his cock had reached balls deep. Slowly pulling away from your face, his ocean blue orbs made eye contact with yours, analyzing your facial features in order to find out whether you were truly suffering or not.
“This is just temporary.” Promised the man, your entrance unwillingly clenching around his shaft which led him to let out a guttural moan. Taking his attention off you for a minute, Tom’s face looked down at your rubbing crotches- as if he wanted to make sure he was properly inside- before his head tilted upwards again. Noticing how you now appeared more relaxed, he was soon to begin the thrusting process- slow movements at first which progressively increased in pace with time. The friction created by the intercourse felt absolutely blissful- filling your soul with excitement and leading your heart to race. You were able to feel the muscle pump blood through your entire system as Tom continued to grind his hips against yours, happy grunts escaping his lips.
Both his arms slid underneath your shoulders, taking ahold of them in order to keep you more still through the pleasant process- and make it easier for him to thrust. Tom felt entirely satisfied with the situation that had taken place- taking notice of how you appeared to enjoy it too which could only make his member throb out of pleasure. Though his masculine ego still pushed him to check in order to receive a verbal confirmation. “You enjoyin’ this?” The man asked breathlessly, earning a single moan and nod from your exhilarated self. The man then proceeded to unexpectedly pull out, offering you no time to understand before you were flipped over onto your stomach. This once his hands landed on your bum, spreading your cheeks apart and admiring the way your entrance leaked with love juice. It looked extremely welcoming, and Tom was soon to step inside of your intimate home for the second time.
Feeling his cock penetrate you again brushed all of your worries away, eyelids shutting close as you began to be rocked back and forth against the bedsheets. Even without being able to see his face, you still managed to enjoy everything that Tom was providing you with on the instant. You could feel his pubic bone collide with your skin of your bum, your nipples perking up against the confines of the bedsheets. “Fuck baby.. So tight and juicy for me.” He praised, leaning down in order to offer your neck rough kisses and gentle bites. You moaned tiredly, rubbing your cheek against his like a cat would do against his owner’s legs. He had managed to take possession of your soul, and there was now only one way out.
Time passed, and Tom’s thrusts progressively began to grow sloppier. Being inexperienced, you couldn’t exactly tell that this indicated he was about to reach his high, though the way he appeared more tired and less energetic than before certainly gave you a clue regarding his state. Frowning out of exhaussement, the grown man was finally filled with temporary satisfaction upon sensing his shaft throb and pump semen out of his testicles in order to have the liquid spray out of his sensitive urethra. His semence stained your walls, giving no chance to the flesh of your cervix which was drowned in the thick liquid. You two moaned in harmony- this warm sensation providing you with one last bit of pleasure before your dad’s coworker agreed to pull out of you.
He collapsed on the bedsheets next to you, hand resting on his chest as he panted in order to recover from this intense moment. With the bit of energy that you had left, you managed to crawl until his silhouette in order to offer him a well needed hug, your arms burying against his ribcage as Tom was soon to turn to his side and secure your naked self with his large and muscular members. Feeling the warmth of his flesh in a whole other way still felt as satisfying as before, this cuddle providing you with as much happiness and bliss than the previous intercourse had.
Hullo thanks for reading! Thank you for liking and supporting my work. I genuinely hope you’re doing well! Take care.
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RULES :
No god moding. The plot is to be discussed and agreed on together. Communication is also key, so don’t ever hesitate to share your ideas/opinions.
Smut is allowed, and I tend to be comfortable with most topics so don’t hesitate to come up to me with any “taboo” subjects you’ve been afraid to ask for from anyone. Judgment isn’t a thing with me.
OCs are heavily welcome, but please remain rational. I’m extremely attached to realism, and tend to keep things and events logical whenever I write.
Please be literate. I expect one paragraph or more, especially as I tend to write a lot and give much efforts into my answers.
Now that you went through my rules, allow me to present the characters I would have muse for/once portrayed in my writer background or would be willing to give them a shot! :3
CHARACTERS ( classed under their actor ) :
Tom Hiddleston :
Loki Laufeyson | any version
Thomas Sharpe | Crimson Peak
James Conrad | Kong : skull island
Dr. Robert Laing | High Rise
Jonathan Pine | The night manager
Captain James Nicholls | War Horse
Tom Hiddleston himself | young and old
Benedict Cumberbatch :
Doctor Stephen Strange | mcu
Sherlock Holmes | Sherlock
Benedict Cumberbatch himself
Cillian Murphy :
Thomas Shelby | Peaky Blinders
Jonathan Crane | Batman begins
Lenny Miller | Anna
Timekeeper Raymond Leon | Time Out
Sebastian Stan :
Bucky Barnes | mcu
Mickey | Monday
Lee Bodecker | the devil all the time
Sebastian Stan himself
Lance Tucker | the bronze
Steve Kemp | fresh
Michael Fassbender :
David8 | Prometheus/Covenant
Erik Lensherr | x-men franchise
Brandon Sullivan | shame
Adam Driver :
Ben Solo/Kylo Ren | Star Wars sequels
Flip Zimmerman | blackkklansman
Charlie Barber | marriage story
Jacques le Gris | the last duel
Additional characters :
Michael Gray | Peaky Blinders
Harry Osborn, both version | spider man, TASM
Andrew Garfield’s spider man | TASM
Henry Bowers | IT
Michael Langdon | AHS : apocalypse
Billy Hargrove | stranger things
King Louis XVI | the man in the iron mask
Jim Mason | the tribes of Palos Verdes
Alex Summers | X-men franchise
Mysterio | spider man : far from home
President Loki | Loki series
Anakin Skywalker | Star Wars prequels
Thandruil | the hobbit
Legolas | LOTR and the hobbit
Din Djarin | the mandalorian
Michael Scofield | prison break
Achilles | Troy
Norman Bates | psycho
Jaime Lannister | game of thrones
And probably more, so don’t hesitate to ask! ( mostly marvel, Star Wars, Games of Thrones, etc... )
Genres I like :
- romance
- drama
- action
- science fiction
- daily life issues ( if that makes sense lol )
- horror/thrillers
- medieval
[ Thank you so much for taking time to browse through these infos! Please don’t be afraid to message me, I promise I don’t bite. Take care :3 ]
hello i love ur works omg idk if ur still accepting reqs or suggestions regarding ur stepdad! tom imagines but what abt an imagine in which tom attempts to end the secret affair between him and the reader and then the reader is heartbroken so she gets herself a boyfriend which makes tom jealous then smut ?? idk HAHAHA tyyy
Tom Hiddleston | forbidden behavior
Stepdad!Tom Hiddleston x fem!reader
plot : around a week after your stepfather called it off regarding the bond you two had developed, you are caught hanging out with a couple of friends in a café. Noticing his presence outside of the building, you decide to join him only to receive the most peculiar lecture of your life.
A week had passed since your stepfather had decided to end the relationship the two of you had progressively developed behind your mother’s back. You obviously took this as betrayal, an unnecessary decision which easily led you to develop hatred for the older man- especially after he had managed to convince you that the moments you spent together filled him with as much bliss as it did for you. But these times were now over, and your first mission easily became to avoid him as soon as you penetrated inside of your own home. Before your mother, both you and Tom were obviously forced to make an effort in order to keep your secret on the low- scared that any suspicious behavior would lead your past to come flashing under the lights of the projectors.
On a warm Friday evening, you had decided to stop by a café with a couple of your friends in order to celebrate the end of the week. Within this group stood Trystan, a boy you had finally agreed on offering a chance after breaking up with Thomas. He was nice and well educated, a mass of long black hair covering the top of his head as well as his neck. The young man also brought home plenty of nice grades, which could only be a green flag to your high expectations holding self- adding up to how he had offered to help with your mathematics homework after school. Now this was a proposition you jumped on immediately, but which you knew wouldn’t be able to take place within the walls of your house- and that due to your dragon of a stepfather.
Being too busy laughing with your classmate, you hadn’t noticed Tom’s presence outside of the café, his body leant against his car as he watched you fall for someone else. In fact, he had been following you on your way back home from college nearly every day of the week- satisfying the weird obsession he held for your younger self and easing his crippling anxiety and possessive behaviors. Seeing you with another man couldn’t have driven him more upset, his fists clenching out of pure anger within the pockets of the suit he wore for work. Minutes passed by, and the older man remained leant against his car whilst growing more and more impatient regarding the sweet words and touches you appeared to offer the black haired boy. These touches he knew so well were meant to be his, and this overall sight easily led the adult to regret ever breaking it off with you.
When your head finally looked up in order to divert through the open doors of the café, your heart tightened upon witnessing the stern silhouette of your stepfather waiting against his car. Embrassement and fear progressively started to fill your organism, face decomposing whilst your friends continued to laugh with one another. Thankfully, it didn’t take long until Trystan noticed the way your mood had unexpectedly yet drastically changed. “Hey, Y/n?? You’re okay?” He asked on a concerned tone, his empathy leading your stomach to grow a couple of more knots at the thought of your stepdad witnessing such a scene. “Yeah..I’m fine. I think I’ll be going home now.” you responded politely, catching all of your mates off guard though none of them did a thing to hold you back. They could tell you appeared sick and pale.
“Take care.” Lizzie purred out as you swung your bag over your shoulder, the group’s curious eyes following your silhouette which exited through the door of the café only to end up joining an older man who stood nowhere far from here. Swallowing your saliva, you attempted your best to keep a rather proud expression on your face in order to push Tom a bit closer to the edge. You were aware that he absolutely despised it whenever you held an attitude. “Hi.” Your briefly said, not fighting the situation as your feet immediately started to lead you towards the other side of the car. “Who’s that guy you were with?” Tom immediately asked as he got into the driver’s seat, slamming the door shut behind him. You mimicked his gestures, and the two of you were now sat in the front of his vehicle.
“Just a friend. Why is it important anyway?” You answered harshly, leading your stepdad’s anger to rise above the edge. “Right.” He responded coldly, both of his hands firmly holding onto the steering wheel as he began to drive away from the café. Silently, you watched the way his veins popped out of his skin due to the pressure applied onto his palm- the way his jaw clenched easily matching with his overall tensed and aggressive behavior. Without showing any form of weakness, you simply decided to behave as if you were indifferent face to this situation. You couldn’t exactly tell where Tom was taking the two of you, but even after your breakup you still trusted him well enough not to bring any harm to your fragile mind and body.
You felt surprised and confused to watch him park his car in a nearly empty parking lot, the upset male obviously seeking intimacy for the peculiar lecture he was about to give you. But again, he remained unexpectedly silent, his jaw and chest being the only parts of his body which remained in action. He couldn’t appear to find proper words, though was he truly seeking any? Gathering your courage to take the first step, your lips parted shyly, a single word barely getting enough time to come out of your mouth before you were violently cut off by your stepfather. “Tom-“ you began, body jumping due to the man’s unexpected and quite violent reaction. His palm had collided with the steering wheel, as if the only sound of your voice made him remember about what he had seen back at the café. It was the first time you ever saw him behave in such a way. Usually, he was always calm, friendly. Anger wasn’t an emotion he often felt the need to summon.
“What were you thinking?!” He blamed, the accusations penetrating your ears and leaving your poor mind clueless regarding what he was referring to. All you could tell was that his tone carried hatred, and that therefore his overall body was probably full of this exact same wrath. “Tell me, what were you thinking?” He repeated, this time on a slightly softer tone though this unwelcome touch of dominance remained. Pressing his head back against the seat as air escaped his lips, you finally found the strength to step forward and explain yourself. “He’s just a friend from college. He doesn’t stand up next to you.” You promised, the words escaping your lips as if you two had never put an end to your inappropriate relationship in the first place. “I think about you every day. I think of us.” You added, growing hopeful face to how your words appeared to progressively calm him down.
Tom’s head turned towards yours, ocean blue eyes locking with your unique orbs as the empty parking lot made it feel as if the world around you had stopped. The way his chest moved up and down as he breathed led something to rise within your soul- a sensation you hadn’t felt for over a week... ever since he had decided to put an end to your affair. His veiny hand moved up to your cheek, fingers brushing against your cheekbone before he took the initiative to delicately push a bit of your hair behind your ear. “I don’t want you to see this boy again... ever. You’re mine. My property.” He spoke gently though asserted dominance, allowing you to loose yourself in his soothing tone. However, his head was soon to tilt to the left, his upper body moving closer to yours in order to steal a kiss.
You understood the signals and moved forward as well, his hand still on your cheek as your lips collided against one another’s. His jaw roamed air as Tom took the initiative to intensify the kiss, enjoying this moment after he had been craving the taste of your flesh ever since he took the stupid decision that was ending it all between the two of you. Within a matter of weeks, you had managed to make your own stepfather crazy about you and your aura, your body, flaws and qualities. And whilst Tom continued to enjoy the taste of your lips, your nostrils were filled with bliss as they were finally allowed to breath in his cologne again, a smell you had terribly missed. No scent could’ve potentially replaced the infamous perfume that was your stepfather’s and which you had grown used and attached to through your multiple intercourses.
Growing more and more heated, you took the initiative to slide your hand down until his crotch, fingers tightening against the thick material of his suit which allowed you to feel his prominent bulge through his pants. Tom groaned out of satisfaction as you began to massage his flaccid length which had yet to harden through his trousers, hips buckling upwards just so slightly as if his crotch desired to remain stuck to your palm forever- and that through the help of a denser contact. The warmth which emitted from his groin felt delightful under your bare fingers, a sensation which could only make you crave for more. And so did he. Keeping his lips against yours, your stepfather proceeded to slide both his hands down between his thick thighs, digits unbuttoning and unzipping his pants in a rush which finally allowed you to penetrate within his intimacy.
Sliding past the elastic of his briefs, your hand was soon to come in contact with the slightly hardened member which resided down Tom’s pants. This once he moaned, the vibrations penetrating inside of your moist cavity before his tongue slid inside of your mouth. You were soon to hold up a rather satisfying pace, rubbing up and down his shaft and stopping only when you felt the need to offer him some extra pleasure by giving attention to his testicles. The male broke the buccal contact to collide against his seat, eyelids shutting close as you carried on leading his cock towards orgasm. His member had now hardened properly, revealing his true and generous length which had recently been pulled out of his pants. Just like before, Tom found pleasure in thrusting his hips upwards and participating to the intercourse a bit more than he already was.
“That little boy of yours.. is his cock this big?” Your stepdad asked through seethed teeth, having trouble finding his words due to his clenched abdomen and twitching nutsack. “No...” you responded, being slightly out of breath due to the heated kiss you shared earlier. Hearing these satisfying words coming out of your mouth, the older man couldn’t help but raise his shirt in a hurry before white semen began to sprint out of his overly sensitive urethra, his shaft twitching and contracting in order to propel the sperm out of his crotch. You bit down onto your lower lip face to such a delightful sight, hand moving down to his testicles in order to praise them one last time. This move made your stepfather shiver. You two had finally found yourselves, and it wasn’t any time soon that the older man would ever agree to let go of you again.
“And as you can see... I’m not dead”- all jokes but yes, I am alive and giving the people what it wants😭 I’m sorry if it isn’t very good tho🥺 I hope y’all are taking care!
Author’s note : I saw this TikTok and I absolutely binged watch it for hours and I really felt like transmitting it through text ( find the video at the end of the imagine ). It’s very short so feel free to read as a quickie!
plot : After Loki had become king, you progressively began to lose track of who he became. He’s changed, and you decide to confront him about it.
warnings : none.
After Loki had finally gotten what he truly wanted, after he had become king, you would’ve expected for your friend to remain who he truly was. Unfortunately, things had taken a turn for the worst which directly affected the strong bond you once shared. Loki used to be your best friend, your everything. You two grew up together, and you never managed to find the courage to admit the crush you kept hidden and which turned out to be none but the god of mischief himself. If he once appeared caring when it came to you, Loki had seemingly diverted away from being interested in you and the things you had to offer after being covered in wealth and power. He now hung out with other women- girls who only desired to get his attention for the sake of being closer to the throne.
It made you feel sick to watch him get attached to another specific woman, the way he appeared to praise her like you once wish he would’ve done with you. In your eyes, this girl was none but an attention seeker who desired to get benefits out of your childhood friend’s wealth. You had tried many times to get to talk to Loki, but you now even needed to take an appointment if you wished to do so- and all of that because he was an apparently busy king. That you could understand. But the fact that he never found time to even welcome you by his side did hurt and above all was ridiculous. When you finally realized and accepted that the good times you once shared were now deeply buried within the hallways and gardens of Asgard, you found the strength to gather your belongings and leave.
There wasn’t going to be any goodbyes, nor handshake. Besides, you believed he had probably forgotten about you anyways, and that he wouldn’t even be noticing your departure. Yet, as you made your way towards the place where Heimdall was once allowed to make you travel throughout the realms, a familiar voice suddenly called after you. You stopped in your track and turned around. It was Loki, accompanied by his army of submissive guards. Rolling your eyes to the sky upon hearing your name again, you turned around and began to fasten the pace in an attempt to escape his sight. However, you were soon stopped by the sensation of someone taking ahold of your forearm. Again, it was none but your childhood friend.
“Where do you think you’re going?” The king asked, settling down now that he understood you had agreed to stop. A groan escaped your lips. “I’m surprised you’ve noticed. I would’ve taken an appointment to let you know about my departure, but you see, I’m running sort of short.” You answered sarcastically, not hesitating to put up an attitude for the man who had severely hurt you. Loki sighed. “Don’t be ridiculous. You know I don’t want you gone.” The raven haired man answered, earning saddened eyes from your exhausted self. After all he had done, you truly had a hard time believing him. Currently, it would’ve been so tempting to let anger take over. But you knew you couldn’t let him win by putting your sadness on display.
“Then why are you acting like this? You don’t talk with me anymore, you don’t laugh with me nor even hang out with me. All that, you do it with her.” You responded on an upset tone, watching as Loki frowned upon realizing who you were actually referring to- aka his current hookup. The only memory of watching them interact with one another pushed you on the edge of letting down a tear. “Why?” You added, genuinely looking forward to receiving an honest answer. You were tired of tricks and lies. “Well, because she treats me and makes me feel like I’m somebody.” Loki answered through seethed teeth, the tension rising between the two of you. The guards remained a couple of feet behind him, trying their best not to show emotions face to this argument.
His response officially broke the barrer which held you back from causing a scene. It landed on you like a personal attack and insult. “Yeah but would she love you if you were nobody?!” You asked, your tone rising in order to appear louder than his and to put your anger on display. Loki felt vulnerable face to you exposing the truth, especially as he knew that you weren’t speaking lies. He just didn’t feel like admitting it, and therefore reacted like an animal trapped in a corner : aggressively. “Nobody loved me when I was nobody!” He yelled in return, this time turning around and allowing his cloak to fly through the wind as he took a couple of steps to the left. Your heart sank. The god of mischief stepped away from the scene in order to evacuate his frustration.
“I did!” Your scarred self responded, this once allowing sadness to take over anger. This sentence led Loki to stop through his track, body twirling to the side so that he would be able to make eye contact with you. “Before you got to the throne, and before all of this.” You explained further, watching carefully as your childhood friend took a couple of cautious steps towards you. “Before the lie...” you whispered once he had gotten close enough, underlining the fact that he had lied to the people of Asgard in order to sit on the throne- a detail you knew Loki didn’t wish for his guards to hear. His green eyes looked down at you with sorrow. And just like that, Loki realized what he had lost.
Hello. I was wondering if you could do a president loki imagine where the reader rescues him from the chaotic lokis' fight abd takes care of his wounds.
President Loki | giving you a hand
President Loki x fem!reader
plot : you gained the habit of scavenging throughout the void. After managing to make your way within Kid Loki’s former habitat in hopes to find supplies, you stumble upon corpses out of which one remains alive.
warnings : none really, just mention of wounds and whatever goes along.
Sliding down the ladder which would hopefully lead you to an entry full of supplies, you remained discreet in case someone still lived within this seemingly abandoned pit. Your feet landed on the dirty floor covered in random rugs, your silhouette soon appearing inside of the bunker’s living area. You felt shocked and surprised to stumble upon such a chaotic sight- multiple corpses laying on the floor of this suspicious habitat. The horrible smell easily led you to cover your nose with your sleeve- allowing you to guess that these people had probably died a couple of hours, or days ago now. However, through this incomprehensible mess, weak groans were soon to catch your attention. You followed the sound which forced you to travel throughout the room, body ending up face to face with the cause to those parasite noises.
It was a man dressed in a fancy suit which appeared degraded, his raven hair covering most of his face though his parted lips remained visible. One of his hands rested onto his stomach, and your eyes seeking for the second one ended up gifting you with the horrific sight that was his forearm ending at the level of his wrist. “Oh my god..” you whispered to yourself, orbs going back to the stranger’s face. You could tell he had lost a lot of blood already, and that there was no time to loose if you wanted to have a chance to save his life. Without hesitation, you bent over and wrapped your hands underneath his clothed armpits, groans escaping your lips due to the great effort that was dragging an adult male across the room whilst still having to avoid the other corpses.
After reaching for a more calm and organized part of the bunker, you let go of your finding before crouching down in order to move his hair out of his face. He had stopped groaning, which could only strike worry within your heart. Gasping softly, your first reflex was to take your backpack off your shoulders before reaching inside for the bandaids and other pharmacy supplies you’ve been putting to the side for your own personal use. His wrist was obviously the first wound which was meant to be taken care of- and that urgently if you didn’t want to have your patient pass away before your bare eyes. Without feeling disgusted one bit, you started with cleaning the wound before you could wrap a tight bandage around the man’s injured member.
You preyed to god that it wasn’t too late, as you wouldn’t ever manage to forgive yourself for not being able to save this man in time. You didn’t want to have him die in your presence, and you were willing to do lots to make sure it wouldn’t happen. The next step consisted in removing the broken crown which adorned his head in order to reach for the cuts on his face. You could tell that a rather tough fight had probably settled within this bunker, yet it would’ve been hard to guess the reasons to it on your own. If this stranger was ever to wake up, you wouldn’t hold back from requesting a few explanations. Out of all these men, he was the only one who had managed to remain alive. This detail also stroke curiosity within your soul. Had he played dead? Had he fought until the last second and won? So many potential answers.
It took you a great hour to take care of all of this stranger’s issues, bandaids covering his face as the bandage on his wrist appeared to hold back bleeding from occurring. You gasped just so gently, orbs taking time to stare at his handsome complexions for the first time since you had stumbled upon him. He was just your type. However, you were soon to focus back onto the real issue : having him wake up, and that only if he remained alive. Through the time spent here, you had grown wiser and now knew about multiple survival technics. You took ahold of your water bottle and opened it, moving it towards the man’s parted lips before allowing the liquid to flow down into his mouth- and that as carefully as you could to make sure he wouldn’t end up choking on the water.
Thankfully, you watched in bliss as his jaw began to move, throat taking in the water and swallowing it down. You took the bottle away from his lips, leaving him a moment to get over this first sip though you remained ready to offer him some more if he was ever to request it. Humming gently, Loki ended up finally opening his eyes- irises shrinking upon being exposed to light again. He blinked a couple of times, allowing his sensitive blue orbs to get used to the shiny ambiance before his head finally turned towards yours. He appeared confused and surprised, his brain having a hard time linking the latest moment he lived- which consisted in having his head smashed against a popcorn machine- to the sight of you. Thankfully, his current state held him back from being a threat to you.
Loki attempted to lift himself up, only to end up groaning in pain as his wrist pressed against the hard floor. Apparently, he had forgotten about this little incident. “Try not to move. It could damage the bandage.” You informed empathetically, earning a death stare from the god of mischief. Maybe it was part of his agressive nature, but Loki probably felt ashamed to realize that he had just been rescued by a female. “Who the bloody hell are you?” He asked whilst laying back down, trying his best to keep up his usually evil character. You felt rather offended by his tough and ungrateful behavior. “I’m y/n, and I...” you began, hand reaching down to his wrist in order to fix the bandage. You tightened it, and he groaned. “... just saved your life.” You finished casually, smiling down at the bratty man.
The god of mischief rolled his eyes, now moving his wrist away from your reach to make sure you wouldn’t be able to touch it again. He continued to glare at you, as if you were some kind of threat more than you remained the person who had just gotten him out of this mess. “Water?” You offered, showing Loki the bottle with a smile pictured on your features. It took him a couple of seconds to get over his egocentric self, and he finally ended up agreeing with the help of a nod. Once again, you brought the bottle to his lips before allowing the liquid to slowly flow inside of his mouth. He swallowed the water and passed his tongue over his dry lips, blue eyes diverting towards your face for a second before he finally decided to make an effort.
“Thank you.” The god spoke lowly, earning a grin from your satisfied self. “Sounds more like it.” You responded whilst stuffing your water bottle down your bag, making sure to zip it back sealed before putting it to the side. Loki appeared offended still, but you knew that with time and patience, you two would manage to get along- especially as his life still depended on you. Only you could provide him proper, hygienic care, as well as emotional support through what you could assume was the loss of all the people he once new.
I felt rather hesitant when I first received this request, but turns out I had a lot of fun writing it! I hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I did.
