We’re back at it again people! Another collab with me and @stilinski-jpeg, I hope you guys are fucking ready for the insane amount of sin coming because we’re not just writing any fic but a fucking series! That’s right! But not just any kind of series… two connected series posted at the same time y’all.
Nia’s story: “I’ve been doing bad things lately — my dad raised me right, but he ain’t here tonight. There ain’t nothing that could save me.“
Camile’s story: “What happens when the pure and innocent girl meets the sweetest and dirtiest form of corruption named Mitch Rapp?”
You silently stirred the bubbling soup in the pot. You were
in a daze, your mind focusing on all the bad things Rick would do to you
tonight. You almost felt bad for thinking about it, he’s old enough to be your
dad but who cares? You smiled to yourself as you imagined his warm hands
trailing up your body, drinking you in with his eyes.
You jumped at the sudden noise and you turned your head to
see Carol, you felt your cheeks go red as you thought she could read your mind.
“I said you can go, I’ll take it from here” she smiled at
you, taking the wooden spoon from your hand. You thanked her and headed outside
just in time to see Rick coming back from a run with Glenn and Abraham. You
internally grinned as you straightened out your skirt and made sure to pull
your top down just enough to reveal your cleavage. You knew that Rick loved you
in a short skirt so you made sure to wear it today. You approached Rick as
Abraham and Glenn went off in their separate ways. He looked you up and down as
you walked towards him and you saw him hungrily licking his lips.
“Hey Rick” you smiled at him, seductively tucking a piece of
hair behind your ear. He looked behind you to make sure that no one was around
to see him getting aroused by your sexy outfit. He placed his hands on his hips
and tilted his head at you.
“You like teasing me?” his voice was gruff, he was trying
hard to hold back the urge to throw you over his shoulder and carry you back to
his house to have his way with you.
“Just thought you might like a little something to look at
after a long day” you giggled.
“Tonight, be ready” he growled, he looked you up and down
one last time before walking past you and heading to the armoury.
You heard a knock at your door when evening came. The sun
was down and you waited in anticipation for Rick. You jumped up from the sofa
and ran to the door. As soon as you opened it Rick pushed you back inside,
slamming you up against the wall. His lips were on yours and he shut the door
with his spare hand. His fingers immediately curled into your hair and he
tugged at it, giving him access to the sensitive skin on your neck. You moaned
as his teeth nipped at your skin, you wrapped your hands around his neck and
dug your nails into his back.
“You think you’re just gonna get away with what you did
today?” Rick asked, keeping his concentration on your neck.
You opened your mouth to reply but his hand reached under
your skirt and he pressed his fingers against your panties, rubbing at your
“Giving me a damn hard on like that? With your long legs and
sexy ass” he was mumbling against you now, his fingers working wonders on you.
“Rick-” you gasped as he moved your panties to the side and
plunged two fingers into you. He moved slowly at first, but as you started to
beg him he moved faster. You grabbed onto his shirt and squeezed the material
into your fists. He felt your walls clenching around him so he deviously
removed his fingers and brought them to your mouth, making you taste yourself
on his long digits.
“That’s right, good girl” he said as he watched your skilful
mouth take his fingers in. You swirled your tongue around his fingertips,
mimicking what you would do to his cock.
“Get on your knees!” he growled suddenly, he grabbed your
hair and forced you down.
You hungrily unbuckled his belt and watched his jeans drop
to the ground. You eyed his now large cock hidden beneath his boxers. Rick
looked down at you as you pulled his hard member from its material cage. You
looked up at him, holding eye contact as you took him in your mouth. He watched
as he disappeared behind your plump lips, shocked at how you took him all in.
He groaned and leaned his head back as you tightened your lips around him. He
panted as you got faster, and soon enough rick was moving his hips forward into
you, his hands holding your head still as he fucked your mouth, his tip hitting
the back of your throat every time. You gagged in response but it only made Rick
go wild. He panted and groaned as you gagged, telling you how good you were
making him feel. When you felt Rick throbbing in your mouth you flicked your
tongue against his tip, making his experience pleasurable. But he pulled out of
your mouth and brought you back up.
“I don’t wanna cum just yet” he panted.
He grabbed your panties and ripped them down your legs,
leaving you in only your short skirt and top. Rick didn’t bother to take his
shirt off, this wasn’t anything romantic and you knew it. This was just
fucking. He grabbed his cock and pushed it against your entrance and you felt
his tip enter you. But he wasn’t done, you had teased him and now he was
teasing you. He pulled his tip out, making you whimper at the loss of contact.
He slid his cock up and down your slits, making you more wet and you squirmed
against the wall, wanting more.
“Rick please” you moaned.
“Please what? Tell me what you want baby girl” he whispered
in your ear, taking a nip at your neck.
You melted at his words and struggled to talk. “I want you”
“You want me?”
lease. I want you to fuck me!” you finally shouted, having
enough of being teased. You squeezed your eyes shut as Rick thrusted into you,
grunting at the same time. You both moaned as you felt each other, Rick took a
moment to get his breath back from before. Then he started to move, being
ruthless with the force of his thrusts. Suddenly you felt his hands on the back
of your thighs as he lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist.
You grabbed onto his hair as your back slammed against the wall repeatedly as
rick pounded into you. He placed his head in the crook of your neck and he
proceeded to suck at your pulse, making you feel light headed as the mixture of
two pleasures took over your body.
As Rick thrusted into you, you could feel him throbbing. His
thrusts became sloppy as he was concentrating on the pleasure you were giving
him. You felt the heat building up in your stomach as you came close to your
release, and as Rick moaned your name you lost control. You let your body shake
against him, your wrapped your arms tighter around his neck, bringing him
closer and he kissed you, finally showing you how much he loved you.
Once your walls started clenching around him he spilled into
you, holding himself against your body as he let everything out. He held his
breath and you saw the veins in his arms and neck, it was a beautiful sight.
Once you had both come down from your highs, Rick pulled out
of you and dropped you down on the floor, your body a little unbalanced after
what just happened. You smiled up at Rick as he put his boxers and jeans back
on. He saw you smiling at him, making him laugh.
“You’re precious” he whispered, placing a hand on your cheek
as he planted a kiss on your forehead. “You coming to Hilltop tomorrow?”
“Sure” you smiled, kissing him back and watching as he
walked to the door. He gave you a nod before disappearing outside and leaving
you stunned at how amazing he was. —————————————————————————————————-
Summary: AU. When the reader’s shot at a better life is
stolen from her, she continues to see the person responsible all over
town. After a series of unfortunate events, will she learn that there’s a
fine line between love and hate?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 3,115 (what is a drabble, really)
Warnings: language, drinking, pranking, anger, much yes
A/N: I might be evil???? Also this is ending up as my longest story because I can’t shut up. Also also, Happy Thanksgiving to my American followers. Hope your dinner goes better than this one.
This is one of days here that makes me wanna built a sort of blanket to use against ALL the bullshit against C and D. Like wrapping them in it to protect them. Because they can be wrong and make bad decisions but their own bad decisions. I can’t stand when people do stupid things like tonight. Why doing this kind of thing only to laugh?it’s not good. I despise beard with all myself but I didn’t write to her a single word in 4 years . Why tagging people involved in the bs? Why the need to search this fake glory? I’m so upset today….
“I’m not touching you, Dean.” Castiel grinned with an almost
nostalgic glint in his eye. The dangerous game had gotten a little too out of
hand, Cas with his pointer finger hovering just over Dean’s arm.
The hunter glared down the angel with an intensity that made
the room feel as though it was directly under the sun. The two of them were
sitting on a motel bed waiting for a call from Sam to say the hunt was either
about a ghost or a witch. So of course childish games started to organically
happen between them.
“I swear to your Dad, Cas, that if you touch me I will
tickle you.” The words hissed through Dean’s clenched teeth.
Feeling a little daring, Cas lowered his finger unbearably
closer without making contact, all the time never letting his eyes stray from
Dean’s. “Is that a threat, Winchester?”
Just as Dean was about to open his mouth to retort, he could
feel the callous tip of Cas’ finger brush against his lower arm. His blood
coiled as he used his hunter strength and agility to grasp onto Cas’ wrists
with one hand while the other shot out under the angel’s armpit and started to
Cas let out a scream of surprise as his eyes widened and his
head threw back. Laughter exploded out of him as he fell onto his back. Taking
the opportunity for the strategic higher ground, Dean climbed onto Cas, his
legs on either side of the angel’s hips, and continued his assault on Cas’
“Say ‘uncle’!” Dean’s lips started to turn up at the sight
of his angel losing himself in laughter, of the worry lines disappearing from
Cas’ profile and the feel of vibrations against his inner thighs.
“Dean!” Cas shrieked around a fit of laughter, trying to
catch his breath and keep the tears at bay. “Please! Stop! I surrender!”
Grinning smugly, Dean let his hand go lax against Cas’
ribcage. His grip loosened on the angel’s wrists. Their eyes met as they filled
their lungs with breath and tried to find their footing in this moment. His
smile melting into one of more adoration, Dean leaned down delicately and
placed a short kiss on Cas’ lips.
“Maybe next time you’ll beat me.”
Castiel, giving Dean a wink, whispered, “The night is young.”
Sam entered the motel room, having not gotten his brother or
best friend to pick up the phone, to the sight of Cas straddling Dean’s back
and arms with his wet finger hovering over Dean’s ear.
And of course, Sam grabbed a beer and rooted Cas on as the
two lovers wrestled and laughed with not a worry in their heart.