Extreme closeup of Sebastian Stan to showcase those completely unfair eyelashes. I wanted him to look soft and kissable, but it wasn’t difficult, because he very much IS. The funky lighting was just a bonus, LOL.
but it’s like- the night throbs in my veins sometimes and i don’t know what to do with this energy? it isn’t my heart, no, not that, not anything known, but it flows like blood would and i want to leap out of the window- i want to meet the stars / i want to tell them that the night isn’t the darkest place that i’ve been but even when i’m there somehow starlight still guides me.
Has anyone ever noticed how people only love the ocean when the sun is out? Once darkness settles, breeze kicks in, and sharks come out to play - no one wants to swim among it’s waves. And I hope I have never made someone feel like that… As if they’re only admirable in light. As if their darkness wasn’t worth exploring. Because it’s when the sun sets that I sit on the shore, and stare at the ocean in awe.
a.p., I See All Your Light, I Love All Your Dark
Look make whatever metaphorical shipping posts you want, but I feel obligated to point out: flowers are planted in darkness and grow towards daylight. And ~someone~ who has light-related powers and whose name means “light” is now the heir of the Day court. So idk. 👀
Prompt: Reader is afraid of thunder/lightning and there is a freak thunderstorm, and her best friend, Peter Parker, has to comfort her.
Warnings: None- fluff mainly.
Bolts of bright light cracked across the dark sky. The constant breakouts of lightning flashes through your thick curtains. Booming of ground shaking thunder shook your dead apartment unevenly.
You were curled up in your bed eye glued on the TV screen out of fear. The storm knocked out the satellite being the reason you were staring at a frozen screen for the last half an hour. You hid your body from the horrid weather under a mound of warm blankets fresh out of the dryer.
Fuzzy socks covered your feet and a steaming cup of hot chocolate rested untouched on your nightstand. Paralyzed with fear you didn’t dare move a muscle. Even though you hated thunder storms you couldn’t bring yourself to look away from the rain pounding against your window. It was like the scene of a car crash, the best thing was to avoid the mess but it was almost impossible to think about anything else.
A loud crash hit your window earning a screeching yelp from yourself. The stray branch from a tree outside blew in the wind knocking the glass continuously. You parents fell asleep in pure bliss to the tempest leaving you to wallow in your lonesome.
Imagine, you just got out of Belle Rêve and he wants to put a baby up your belly.
It was 00h37 when you arrived at J’s house. Tiredness was dripping from all the pores of your skin. Escaping Belle Rêve was harder than you thought it would be. At some point you even stop believing it was possible. Guards were surrounding you from everywhere, Mr J’s men were all getting killed.
At some point, it was sure in your head that you were going back into your cage tonight, an helicopter came out of nowhere and drop you a rope. Holding you firmly by your waist, J hoisted the both of you up to safety, bullets charging at you from everywhere.
The helicopter drop you off when you were in a safe perimeter. A car was waiting for you. You climbed in it while J killed the pilot. You were happy to see that he thought of bringing you clothes to changes. You went in the backseat so you had more place to change before going back in the front. You pulled down the window and pitched the orange uniform as hard as you could.
It took 15 hours of driving before arriving at J’s house. 15 hours of driving in pure silence. He wasn’t saying a word, you weren’t either.
When the Rover pulled up the entry of the mansion, the sun was beginning to go down, J told you to not wait for him, that he’ll be back later in the night. You didn’t ask any questions, you didn’t have the force to, and even if you had your brain wouldn’t have registered his answer.
You climbed off the vehicle, and went directly inside, to your room, more precisely, while you heard him putting the car on reverse and leaving the manor. Getting out of your stained blood clothes, you slipped yourself under the cover of the bed you share with J.
The smooth mattress under you felt so good after the year you passed slipping on the floor that you can’t help yourself: as soon as your head touch the pillow, you fell asleep.
You were put out of your sleep, maybe some hours later, you didn’t know, by a sticky and hot substance that was running down your cheeks. You were laying down on your side by the window, so the sticky stuff was going all over your lips.
Still light-headed and not really sure of what was happening, you just ran your tongue over your lips. When the viscous substance touched your taste buds, you knew exactly what it was. You opened your eyes immediately and raised yourself up. You turn yourself on the left side and come face to face with J, who had is hard-purplish meat in between is hand.
His torso was raising up and down in a fast speed, his eyes closed and a little smile tucking his lips softly. His boxer were only down at the middle of his thighs. Humidity was starting to make its way into your panties, but you shook your head, furious.
“What the fuck J!”
When your voice reach is ears, his blue eyes finally come into sight.
“What? I had blue balls for almost a year, I needed little relief.”
“But were you really obligated to cum on my motherfucking cheek?! I was finally having a good damn night of sleep!” You said, rage spilling out of you.
“I jacked off so often to your pictures that they are all ruined now.”
“Oh please, you’re worse than a fucking teenager.”
“Don’t speak like that to me. You never complained before.”
“J, I just spend 9 fucking months in jail sleeping on the goddamn floor. Is it too hard to ask from you to just leave me alone for one goddamn night? Just cum into your fucking pillow.”
Suddenly, your cheeks were caught in his right hand, putting your mouth awkwardly forward. His eyes were getting cloudy with anger. He was slowly gritting his teeth, the metal of it making a sound that gave you goosebumps all over.
“Listen to me you little brat. You are not allowed to speak to me on that tone. You are not allowed tell what to do with my fucking dick. If I want to mark you like a fucking dog who mark a tree by pissing on it, I’ll fucking do it. Do you understand?”
He was so calm compared to his eyes, it was scary. You didn’t want to answer.
“ANSWER!” He screamed.
“J? Wow, they really had fun with you in there, hey? So much you forget who I was. I should give you a spanking for that. But I’ll give you one more chance. Yes-who?”
You didn’t want a spanking. At least, not tonight.
He gave you a smile. You gave him one in return.
“Good girl. Now undress and get on your hands and knees.”
You smile slowly faded to an uncertain look.
“What, but Daddy I did everything you asked!”
He gave you a malicious smile. He just win a hiding game he had been playing.
Knowing that if you didn’t do it, the consequences would’ve been worse, you did what you were told. Getting out of bed, the coldest of the room came rushing at you, making the hair of your arms raising. Your back was facing him so you couldn’t see the expression on his perfect face when you pull up your shirt, revealing your braless torso. You began to slowly slide down your burgundy velour short along with your lilac laced panties.
You turned on your heels, coming face to face with Mr. J, whose eyes was eating you alive. You could see the lust in them, the desire to swallow you in one shot. His cock had already took a deep red color and was able to support itself by its own.
Some liquid was already showing at the tip and you couldn’t help yourself at the sight: you squeezed your thighs to get some friction. Its only when you did that that you realised how wet you were. You could feel it running shamelessly down your legs. A deep shade of pink appeared and colored all of your face.
You hided yourself behind your (h\c) hair.
“Don’t be shy baby. You weren’t before you left.”
You stay still.
“What? You became a prude in there? Your baby hole got closed up? You sucked a dick to deep you busted your vocal cords?”
You bite your lips at his obscene words.
“You like that? You like thinking about another’s dick deep in your throat? Hum? You like that little slut?”
“I-I only like your cock, Daddy.” You affirmed.
He show you his metal teeth.
“Good girl. Now on the bed. It’s time for your punishment.”
Without missing a beat, you go on the bed, on your hands and knees, putting your ass facing him and a little bit higher than the rest of your body, to make it seems more enticing. You can feel the bed moving under you and you know exactly that J is moving to try to get the best angle for your spanking.
His rough hands are suddenly touching the bare skin of you ass. A good goosebumps make all of the hair on your body raised up in excitement. You could feel the coldness of his golden bracelets travel behind his hands.
“You know why I am punishing you babygirl?” He ask, the roughness of his voice showing up.
“Because I have been a bad girl to my Daddy.”
“You are right baby. That little mouth of yours put you in trouble. I thought I educated you better than that.”
“I’m sorry Daddy…”
“Being sorry won’t save you baby girl.”
Then come the first slap. It sound echoed in the room along with my hiss. He messaged it for a while before hitting the same spot even harder. The same pattern kept going for a while: hit, massage, hit harder, hit, massage, hit harder… You were a moaning mess at the end, and you couldn’t feel your ass.
“You can’t imagine how much I love the sight of your ass all red and ready.”
You can feel his fingers sliding down carefully towards your wet folds. You moaned when you felt his big finger splitting your lips apart to give him a better look.
“That’s it baby, make your little pussy cry me a river.” He said while putting a finger inside of you.
You could feel your walls trying to suck it in, recognising it right of the bat. Your pussy was squeezing his finger so hard that when he tried to retract it, a sound of suction could be heard. It’s like if your pussy didn’t to be left without him.
Of course you were used to getting something in it every day. Before getting your ass into Belle Rêve, you always had his daddy stick up your tight cunt.
“My, my, my baby, you’re so fucking tight it almost hurt!”
Another finger was added to the equation. You bite the sheets under you, muffling the sounds of your moans at the same time. Your daddy’s fingers were hammering inside of you. And you could hear the sound of slapping flesh all around you.
Suddenly, you were on your belly, face to face with him. His fingers were shot down your throat without warning, making you chocked over the surprise. You started to swirl your tongue around, the taste of your juice all over your mouth. Soon enough, his fingers were replaced by his tongue. Your wet muscle was dancing with his for a couple minutes, spit falling down of your mouth at how sloppy the kiss was.
"You know what baby? I think I found a better way to show people who you belong to.“
”What is it daddy?“ You asked, in a baby voice.
His big blue eyes was on you the all time he was lowering his head so his mouth could be at the level of your ear. His fingers were moving all around your body, pinching your nipples at some point, which made you trembled.
”I’m going to breed that little cunt of yours.“ He whispered.
You cried out in ecstasy as your hands grabbed a hold of the covers on your bed as his ginormous cock entered your tight little pink pussy.
You could hear his moans of pleasure as his dripping cock head pushed against the wet, tight walls of your cunt.
”Fuck yeah, suck daddy’s meat with your tight little cunt. Make me feel good babygirl.“
He started moving slowly inside you, breaking the tight suction of your hole around the thickness of his cock. He started to move faster as your moans begin to be louder and louder, working his cock completely in and out of your little cunt.
“Mm… that’s it, little pussy, grab onto my cock. Make me fuck it harder.”
J grunted with every thrust into your little pussy. His balls popping against your clit over and over slowly turning your pussy into a lake of wetness. Your moans turned into screams ad you knew that if anybody were to be in the house, they would perfectly heard you.
He dug his fingers once more into your hips, pulling you into his hard thrust. He could feel his gut twisting in pleasure inside of him. It was so good, so good. It was making his balls tighten with every stroke.
He was about to breed his babygirl.
”Fuck, I can’t wait to put my fucking baby inside you.“
You could feel your muscle started to cramp over the movement of in and out of his meat inside of you. Sweat was dripping all over his face. You lift yourself up to wipe it with your tongue. J moaned at your action. You smiled, proud to make him feel so good. But you were rapidly pull back into the bed by his hand that was now wrapped around your tiny neck.
He used his grip as leverage, his cock slapping inside you harder than ever.
The smell of your sweet cunt cream scented the air around him and made him go totally insane. He put every muscle he had into pushing as deep as he could into you, to push as far up into your belly as he could get and breed your little hole with his potent seed.
”Oh god, daddy! You’re gonna make me cum with your long, big stick!“
Your pussy clenched down on his dick like a vice, making it close to impossible for him to withdraw. Suction noises was flying in the air as he kept pounding into you. You were still trembling underneath him.
You could tell he was close to cum.
”C'mon you little fucking cunt. Milk me. Fuck!“
When his orgasm hit he screamed. It felt like his cock was exploding inside your sucking walls, milking the seed from his swollen balls into waiting womb to breed you. He dived as deeply as he could into you. Again and again he stabbed his meat into you forcing your womb to opened up against the head of his cock.
“Fuckkkkk yeah… swallow it… little pussy,” he hunched his cock against your womb with every spurt.
“Swallow all of Daddy's… hot seed,” he grunted, shaking as he forced the head tight against your cervix and held it there, letting the last drops leak into your opening. Allowing your womb to suckle on the tip, trying to draw every drop from his potent cock.
“God damn… suck it… suck it,” he moaned before finally collapsing on top of you as his softening cock fell out of your pussy with an obscene slurp.
Your chest was falling heavily as you tried to regulate your respiration. You gently passed your hand into his green hair, kissing his temple sweetly. He raised his head that was currently burried beside your neck and kissed you slowly.
“You took all of Daddy’s big cock, little girl,” he murmured against your lips, pecking it once.
“And Daddy is really proud of his babygirl,” he pecked it once again.
"Nobody will ever take you away from me now.“ He said, rubbing your belly who will soon be the home of somebody else.