Let’s take this… and make the reader dark! Who is she getting over her shyness with?
Ooooh! What a good prompt!
Had me thinking all night about this one...
I think it's got to be Lloyd!
I think maybe he stumbles across you in a professional setting. He's on a contracted job, bringing in some up and coming tech bro who's made the wrong people angry, and you're there when he shows up. You're a programmer and hacker and you're there on your own revenge mission, stealing back your code, leaving a corrupted version for the douche bag, and emptying his bank account (untraceably to yours).
Lloyd finds you cheeky and maybe too soft and precious for this world, especially with your shyness.
He's big and strong and brash and seems even bigger than he is because all his clothes are so tight and accentuate his muscular body. Makes your brain go brr, but you keep it together as much as you possibly can.
He's bemused, so he just leaves you alone - "You mind your business, and I'll take care of mine" - and takes the guy in while you finish your hack and dash.
Turns out you really messed things up for the guy Lloyd took in. The men who hired him wanted things douche bro couldn't give them since you changed the code he'd claimed as his.
Lloyd heard about it, didn't say a word, but clocked it away since he was impressed.
A few months later, he need someone with your skills on a job he picks up. He's got someone tech-y, but he knows he needs someone brilliant. He tracks you down, which you didn't think anyone should be able to do.
You reluctantly agree to help him out - partly because he leaves you no choice.
But over the course of the week that he makes you work with him, you really do go from this itch he can't scratch to this fascinating little quiet demon he never wants to get rid of! And throughout the week, you're drawn to him. The size difference thing still makes your brain go brr. But it's also how brash he is - how he comes off as abrasive and maybe even reckless and dumb in his approach, but he's simply unconcerned with looking smart or winning people over, and he's already five steps ahead of people, with no patience to connect the dots for anyone around him, and that's so different and intriguing.
What really gets you though?
Pretty much everyone else in your life has tried to coax and cajole you into being more outgoing, getting out of your shell.
Not Lloyd.
He pokes and teases here and there, but he doesn't communicate anything even close to an inclination for wanting you to change.
And because he just seems to like you, you do let him see more pieces of you.
And because he's Lloyd, you start to become less shy because you have to hold your own against him. And after one job turns into another and another...
You find yourself in the thick of something with him. Not some traditional red roses and romantic dinners thing, but something that works for the two of you. Something you don't want to walk away from, something that rocks your world and your bed every night. Something Lloyd's even already killed a few people over who looked at you the wrong way.
Your whole body strains like a chord about to snap. Your breaking, however, wouldn't slash anyone but yourself.
Predicament, they call it.
You would name it torment.
The rope pulls so hard on your hair, forcing your head back. You could ease the tension in your neck and roots, if you lowered your head forward.
That, however, would mean the rope pulling on the metal hook lodged deep in your ass, driving it deeper.
With your legs bent and cuffed, your wrists attached to the same cross binding, you're unable to aid yourself in any way. And the steady pulsing of vibration between your folds stretches the torture, without a promise of any completion.
No whines or begging will help you. Not when there's a ball gag stuffed into your mouth.
Nick browses his phone, every other minute looking at you for a brief check before ignoring your suffering. As he said, you brought it on yourself. And he wouldn't be lenient. Not like any men in your past.
No, with him you would learn to be a proper fucktoy. Obedient and respectful of the tiniest details of instilled protocol.
Hi, I've just read your Abbot/Mohan fics on ao3 and they are so amazing! You are a great writer, the way your stories flow and how Samira and Jack's voices shine in the text. I did want to ask, have you ever thought of writing Robby/Collins?
It is definitely not a no, I love Collins so much as a character.
Unfortunately, like Collins I am also in the middle of a painful fertility journey. I had multiple miscarriages last year, including one shortly after buying an expensive stroller 🫠
I can't imagine the pain she's going through as a single mother by choice, because I have no idea what I'd do without my wife holding my hand through failed cycles and miscarriages and most recently, diagnostic surgery and endometriosis excision. Heather's journey is a little too real to me right now to be cathartic. But I love her (and Robby) very much and the fic I immediately started after posting part 2 of my last one features her much more heavily than my first two fics ❤️
Summary: Steve wants you back, body and soul. A white dress meant for someone else won’t stop him.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Word count: 1.5K
Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. ANGST!SMUT! Not Beta’d. Read at your own risk., ANGST, Toxic Steve, Toxic Reader, Cheating, unprotected sex (wrap it up folks), choking, spit play, size kink, nipple twisting, pleasurable pain, wall sex, cream pie, breeding kink, cum play, aftercare, and a hint of time travel if you squint.
A/N: This is my WAYYYYY LATE contribution for @princessphilly #vdaybreedchallenge. I’m sorry Love, I’m struggling a bit, lol. You can read this as a companion to Another Lonely Christmas. Or not. Let me know what you think.
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This is inspired by this song:
“I hate you Steve.”
You slapped him, full of rage. Among other things.
He looked at you and smiled, unfazed by the blow.
“I know.”
That look of love was too much, so you turned away.
“But I also know that you love me.”
You shook your head no, unable to give him what he wanted.
Steve’s hand floated up your neck, grasped your chin and turned it back toward him.
“Look at me.”
You glared at him as he clasped your throat and squeezed, cutting off air flow. Your head got swimmy as his baritone voice commanded you.
“Fuck yourself on my cock like you hate me then.”
Steve leaned back and pulled his other hand away from your ass, draping it around the back of the couch as you fluttered around him, causing him to gulp and ease up on your throat as your hands traveled from his broad shoulders to his taught stomach.You felt the muscles there, and ventured lower, fingering the blond tuft of hair that peeked out around his super soldier dick, and which you were now soaking because of him.
“Look at that sweet liquid candy dripping around me. Looks delicious. Making me drool.”
He looked at you.
“I’m addicted.”
Those blue eyes were too much and you were relieved when Steve looked back down with you to where you two were connected and licked his lips, allowing his saliva to drip down and further claim you as his own, even though there was no need for more lubrication. He looked back up at you, eyes blazing, lips red and trembling. You involuntarily clenched on his cock again.
“Move.”
His voice was a gravelly command, a feint to hide his desperation. He leaned forward and claimed your mouth, fighting with you to exert dominance.
The kiss was raw as your feelings, and Steve amped them up by twisting your nipples, adding to the emotion and lust of the moment with more exquisite pain. You cried out and started moving to seek your release.
You knew what he wanted, to spill his seed inside you and have you fall pregnant with his child. It would be something that you couldn’t, and wouldn’t deny, and would bind you together forever.
You were weak from your denial. Your strength in holding out was gone and now all you wanted was the warm flood of super soldier spend inside you. You didn't care that Steve wanted it as well. You put away your anger and give in.
Fuck what you wanted. Steve Rogers was what you needed.
Your thighs started to burn as you began to move up and down in a controlled fashion, slowly adjusting to his girth again after only a couple of days. You relished the feel of the long, thick shaft of his manhood as he made you look him in the eyes once more.
One part of his mouth lifted in a side smile and you both knew that no one else could give you anything like this. It made you angry and Steve proud to supply it to you, although you could not say the same.
The other man didn’t matter to Steve, it didn’t even matter that you were set to marry that other man in two weeks, because Steve was sure you’d make the right decision. He knew it from the first time you let him back into your apartment that cold night a month ago.
Guilt would not let you enjoy what you needed, however, and Clark’s face tried to fill you mind as you were with Steve. In order to wipe that vision from your mind, you started to fuck yourself on Steve’s cock hard, slamming down on him, stretch be damned. You were punishing yourself for the sin of cheating on a man who loved you dearly because you were entangled with the one who hurt you, punishing yourself with pleasure.
Clark was your rock. But Steve was your air.
Steve let go of your neck and held your waist, watching with awe as your soaked cunt swallowed and released his cock with probographic grace.
“Your pussy is so beautiful, Sweetheart. You’re divine.”
He rubbed his thumb on your clit and then up and down your slit which was stretched around his dick. He looked up at you with those azure eyes as he brought his thumb to his mouth. He sucked it, then pulled it from his red pouty lips and pressed it into your mouth.
“Taste.”
You moaned around his thumb as your pussy tembled and made him groan.
“Do you know that I’ve drawn your cunt from memory? Makes me almost cum every damn time.”
You leaned your forehead against his and you both continued to watch your private show. Sweat dripped down both of your faces as your breaths huffed and mingled in the space between you, and you watched the act instead of each other’s eyes.
This wasn’t making love; this was reclamation and denial; a carnal struggle of wills that you already knew was lost. But you weren’t ready to admit it.
“Cum for me baby. Let me know that you are still mine with your body, since you refuse to tell me. I need you… I need you to…”
A sob tore from your throat as you came, all of the emotions you were feeling tumbling out of you in a wail instead of coherency.
You collapsed, a rag doll in his arms, and you felt his massive thighs flex as he picked you up, carefully holding you in place around him, not wanting to let his cum fall out of you.
You sighed and wrapped your arms around his neck, exhausted, emotional and at his mercy as you inhaled his sweet musk. You whimpered as you felt him jerk inside you. Of course Steve was still hard even after release.
The sensation was new; before he left Steve always pulled out because he was sure that his super swimmers would get you pregnant immediately. He always said you had time for that, but ever since you let him back inside your home, he was insistent on filling you up. And you didn’t deny him, even though you should have.
Steve’s sense of urgency was high. Two weeks in the future a wedding threatened to take you away from him. He’d seen it for himself.
Your back was against the wall now and you couldn’t help but look into his eyes.
“I love you.”
Steve started moving inside you slowly, your aching, used pussy clenching around him as his cock dragged against all of your nerve endings. But your heart is what hurt the most.
“No…”
You whispered it, shaking your head as tears rolled down your face. Steve kissed the tears away and leaned back to nod his head.
“Yes.”
He seated himself all the way inside you as he pulsed more cum out of his still rock hard dick.
“I do love you, Sweetheart. And I know that you l–”
You grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him toward you, shutting him up with a kiss. Four weeks of wooing you with his devotion and his dick had finally paid off, because you finally kissed him.
Steve smiled as you released his lips and then you leaned back against the wall to allow him to fuck you better. He took advantage of the new angle to trace your sweat soaked body with one hand as his large cock lit you up from the inside. Your combined fluids started to drip on the floor, but Steve didn’t stop until you fluttered and came around his still-stiff cock once again.
You were limp as he carried you into your bedroom and laid you down. He licked the fluid from your thighs, but carefully pushed the cum that was dripping out of your swollen cunt back in with his fingers. He leaned up and let you watch him suck you off of them before he went and got a warm towel to clean your legs carefully, making sure to keep what he’d given you inside.
Your eyes were heavy as you tried to fight sleep, but Steve made sure that you were too tired to get up and have a shower before he got dressed to leave.
“Rest, Sweetheart. I’ll be back in a couple of days.”
You frowned as he pulled on his leather jacket over his t-shirt. He slipped the hoodie he’d been wearing over your head, making you warm and cozy and enveloped in his scent.
Steve Rogers was a smart man.
“I won’t let you in. I’m still marrying Clark.”
Steve smiled ruefully, as if he didn’t believe you. He walked over to where your wedding dress was hanging on your closet door.
“Pretty white dress.”
He fingered the delicate lace, and then looked back at you.
“How’d he get between us?”
You couldn’t breathe.
“You left me, Steve.”
“I know. And it was a mistake. I’m back now…we can…”
You interrupted him.
“...told you it couldn’t be, Steve.”
But inside you were thinking, Don’t leave.
Steve just stared at the dress again, and then came to kiss you on the cheek.
“I’ll be back soon. And then maybe you will be able to admit it. Goodnight, Sweetheart.”
He left and you cried yourself to sleep. Maybe next time you’d be stronger, to either resist or surrender.
hello!!!! this is a pitt fic because mel and langdon are just so completely and totally normal about each other :)
it's still taking shape in my brain, but i have a couple beats worked out and it's definitely going to have a hozier title because a) i'm a parody of myself and b) they really are giving angel of small death/like real people do/wasteland baby vibes
I would like to request a Lewis moodboard with a black!reader. I’d like something where they are having fun, with lots of laughter. like, maybe a trip to a carnival or an amusement park.
And for a thot: Rooster is always tongue tied when he sees you and you think it’s so cute. But Hangman is tired of it and challenges Rooster by competing for you. But you think 2 is better than 1…
hi dear!! thank you so much bless you!! i hope you’re all okay too! <33
omg ikr!! im incredibly grateful for them <3
omg this is what i’ve been SAYING. you’re playing rooster like a damn fiddle, because you know hangman is just going to try and up rooster and compete for you too. so the dumbass top gun pilots walk straight into your plan all along. two is better than one and you’re gonna have them both inside of you at the same time, with a coy smirk on your face.
“come on rooster, not so tongue tied now. not when she has your mouth around your cock.”
and just to fuck with them more, you piss of jake while he’s fucking you. “not like that jake, just move your finger a little further down.” you catch roosters lil smirk as he gets told off by you, just spurring them both on to try and win you over.
Those two beefcakes would absolutely encapsulate your entire frame. You would be pressed against one of their backs while the other chest was pressed to yours. Legs a tangled mess, but you wouldn't have it any other way. Jake's hand draws mindless patterns into the skin of your torso as Bradley caresses your cheek.
Sweet nothings are whispered into your ear as you draw Bradley closer to you, earning you a kiss on the forehead. Jake has his face buried in your neck, placing the occasional kiss but nothing more. You tell them how much you love them, how much they mean to you. Because they need to hear it as much as you do. One of your hands snakes around to play with Jake's hair while the other brushes the hair out of Bradley's eyes.
They would flip you around every so often, but you were always in the middle. As your back pressed to Bradley's chest you offer a kiss to Jake's cheek. Bradley takes Jake's place buried in your neck and Jake's hand finds your cheek. Jake shivers slightly as your fingers drag up and down his back. The loving praise starts once more. Wash, rise, repeat. But you wouldn't have it any other way.
🥹 They would treat you right and I live by that. Thank you so much for the idea, darlin!!
