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Got A Secret, Part 1

Summary: When Dayton White makes a bad call with his latest girlfriend, and she tries to destroy his career, it is up to you his makeup artist to help fix it. You were older, and more mature. Had already been spotted with Dayton happily smiling, and the fans loved you. Now you’re in front of the cameras left wondering when does the acting stop...

Pairings: Dayton White X Reader

Rating: mild

Warnings: language, lies, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.3K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

“He’s in the chair,” Dayton’s assistant peeks his head into your room with a big smile. Ray was ever punctual for Dayton’s erratic behavior. “He’s ready and waiting on you,” you stand quickly, grabbing your kit as you follow Ray down the corridor to Dayton’s dressing room.

“You know why he likes you?”

“Because I allow him to call me sweetheart without making a peep?”

Ray raises his eyebrows and nods in agreement with you, “Because you’re punctual. You’re always ready and waiting for him when he comes to call. You keep your mouth shut. I know that you’ve undoubtedly seen and heard some stuff. He’s not a bad guy.”

“No, he’s definitely got potential. His fame, notoriety, and good looks have afforded him a certain way of life, however. And you and everyone else enables his childlike tendencies. A man that has never grown up, but then portrays himself to be the picture perfect example of marriage material.”

“Oh? And why would you say that?” Rays asks. His hand on the door, ready to open it so you can deal with Dayton.

“The man’s a slut,” you shrug. “I mean come on, every girl he comes across, they know about him. They don’t care. They want that moment to think that their pussy could actually change him. They sign that NDA quickly, he gets his dick wet, and he moves on. It’s simple math really.”

“He also likes you’re one of the few people that’ll tell him no.”

“I don’t get paid to coddle a grown man. I get paid to make sure his age isn’t showing and people don’t question why someone with a perfectly curated image such as himself can’t keep a woman. Make him look younger so playing the fields doesn’t look so bad. I thought you knew that,” you give him a chuckle as you walk into the room.

Dayton usually gives everyone his perfect facade of America’s golden boy, but for some reason, he’s always been able to let his guard down with you. Forbade anyone to be in the room while you work on him. It was like he was able to be himself while you put on his mask. Hiding the real him from the world.

Typically the man’s phone was far enough away, always upright so you could see his alerts, this time, it was snug in his hand. Practically angling the screen in an odd way to make you question just who had his attention. You didn’t take the bait. Dayton was not your friend. He was a client.

Dayton sighs, finally laying his phone in his lap, still screen up. He thought he was slick making his notifications private, until it was just you and him, and then you were able to see everything. You were a makeup artist, he assumed you frothed at the mouth for gossip. “What are you promoting today, Mr. White?”

“Ugh, please, you of all people don’t call me that. I’m Dayton,” he waits for your response as you add some concealer to his eye bags. You wondered if this man ever slept, or was he always just fucking and playing the game.

You still don’t respond. Preferred to keep the conversation led by him. You asked a question, he didn’t answer. “You really don’t know?”

“If I knew, would I have asked a question?” His phone lights up with a text, and against your better judgment you look down, and see her name again. Stupid girl. You casually tried to warn Dayton that she was too young and ambitious. He didn’t listen.

He looks at his phone, but doesn’t respond. Doesn’t even open it. Which leads to a few back to back texts. “Needy,” you surmise. Dayton knew he had you. You tried to act aloof, but the difference was, you actually cared. And you responded, you saw who was texting him and that was his goal. He always wanted to hear your input, whether he applied it to his life or not.

“Yeah. That’s why the um,” he clears his throat asking about the next product you were putting on his face. “Damage control.”

“I don’t even want to know.”

“She uh…she wants to go public,” don’t respond. Don’t react. For every step forward that Dayton thinks he has with you, he realizes these games don’t work. “I don’t want to.”

“Why?”

“We’re fucking. She’s not the only one. She’s too young. Too new in the industry. Too needy. Too…as you say ambitious.”

“Hmm, maybe next time you date a woman that wants to get ahead in the industry you’ll make sure she knows you’re just using her as a flesh light,” Dayton snorts, and looks back down in his lap. If you weren’t so entertaining, he would have gotten rid of you a long time ago. You were always smarting something off to him, but he needed to hear it. And he enjoyed your take on his chaotic life.

You however, didn’t speak on matters between you and him. Your mouth was always zipped tight. “She’s ruining my image.”

“Oh, the one you don’t care about? The one you’ve created for the last decade. Became what America’s women want. Be obtainable in a sense. Make them think you want a regular girl, when in reality you have a very specific type.”

“And what’s that?”

“Tall, but not too tall. Skinny. Blonde. Actress. I think that covers it,” you remove the tissue from his shirt, and spin him around to look at himself, but he stares blankly in the mirror. “Are you needing anything else, Dayton?”

He looks down at his phone and panic arises on his perfectly chiseled face, “Dammit! Ray! Get Ray!” You cock up an eyebrow looking at him, “I know it’s not your job.”

You don’t even have to get Ray; he and Dayton’s whole team start bursting into the room, “Have you checked the gossip blogs?”

“You’re starting to trend on Twitter.”

“Shit! She left a cryptic message on Instagram.”

“We need to make a statement to some outlet. Who do you want?”

“Which narrative are we trying to spin? How does this affect your upcoming projects?”

“God, you’re so stupid.”

“No!! There’s hate happening. You’ve got a less than shiny piece on the gossip sites.”

Fingers snap, screams, and overall pushing you out of the room, and Dayton gives you a final sad smile, mouthing out, “Sorry.”

You don’t want to look. It was all an image that he and the whole team faked, and it sounded like that image was being tarnished for the time being. You step back into your room. You’re paid well to sit around and wait for him to be touched up.

“Put out that picture we’ve been sitting on,” Ray tells a publicist, and Dayton stands up quickly to protest. “That’s our best option.”

“It’s a lie.”

“She’s your fucking age. You wanted to get a young pussy, and now she’s biting off your dick. Using your fame and resources to make her star rise, while yours is fading. Do I have your permission to source out the photo?” Dayton scratches the back of his neck. Trying to think if his career was even worth it.

“She’s been seen with you before. This makes it stop. The fans react well to her, and even look for her at events. Let’s send it to all our sources. Send it to a few of the gossip blogs. Nothing has to be said. Let everyone else make up their mind on what’s happening. All that tartlet has is a few coincidences. No evidence of you together,” Dayton grimaces, because that wasn’t entirely true.

“My god, you’re so stupid. I hope this was worth it. Your career or your makeup artist?”

“Send the photo,” Dayton responds wearily. He settles back into his chair with his fingers rubbing along his temples. “We’re not putting out an official statement either way. Inform the host no personal questions of any sort. I want all major outlets and fan-run sites and blogs to have that exclusive. Make this go away, and make it quick.”

“Just my usual,” you smile at the barista, already handing over your card. You look over to a nearby table, giving the two girls a smile when they gasp, and lean in to whisper to each other.

“It’s kinda weird seeing you here,” the barista tells you, and you give her an odd look. “I thought you would be back in New York.”

“Oh, Dayton doesn’t have any upcoming events. We got a break from filming,” she tilts her head to the side, but then smiles with a wink. It was odd. You’ll give her that, but the coffee here was impeccable.

Hearing a clicking sound of a camera you look back at the girls, who’s phones go in their lap quickly. Probably a selfie. Giving a nod to the barista, you grab your coffee, and start to head out, until you hear, “That is her,” and turn to another table.

Becoming paranoid as they blatantly point at you, and look down at their phones. You feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment as more and more people look up at you. Some from phones and some from a magazines with Dayton on the cover.

Trying to hold onto your dignity you walk out quickly. Looking at your phone before calling your mom, “Honey, why didn't you tell me?” This doesn’t help calm your fear as you pick up your pace, heading to your car.

“You and Dayton. It’s actually a great match. He seems like the best guy. So kind. And he wants kids. Are you finally going to make me a grandmother?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh, honey, you really don’t read the gossip do you? But…there was an exclusive source. And I’m your mother. You could have at least told me that this business partnership had turned romantic.”

“What?” You put your head down, opening up the door to your car. It felt like your heart was pounding out of your chest, and you just had to get out of here.

“You got caught. I’ll admit the timing looks a bit suspicious since that stupid girl had a few screen shots and messages, and…well, I’m sure yours and Dayton’s timeline can be discussed. Maybe he didn’t know how he felt at the time, or wasn’t aware that you were exclusive.”

“Oh my god. I can’t breathe.”

“Oh, sweetheart, were you not ready to be public?” You never look at the gossip. Never desired to because it was all fake. But it doesn’t take long to find exactly what your mother was talking about. A picture of you and Dayton, supposed to be alone for you to do his makeup.

The two of you were giggling and laughing, and he was pushing a bit of fallen hair out of your face. Had you not known what was going on, you could see how a picture of you leaning over him in the chair, right in his face, while both his hands were on you could be romantic. You don’t even remember his hand being on your hip, or this moment. Things happened so quickly for makeup. Most of the time they were enjoyable.

‘He looks happy.’

‘Actor, Dayton White finally finds the one.’

‘Hiding under his nose all along.’

‘A source tells us they are happily in love.’

“Dayton!” You scream into the phone as he picks up.

He was afraid that the blindsight of this was not ideal, but he had a reputation to protect and was filming a family movie with a wife and kids, “What the fuck is going on?”

“Damage control.”

“I’m not part of your fantasy world. Take it back!”

“Doesn’t work like that. Just…give me a few months, clean up my image, and we can go our separate ways.”

“And you can find a new fucking makeup artist! I can’t believe you! How did you get this picture? It’s…” even you couldn’t deny the chemistry between you and Dayton. It looked almost too intimate. Personable and comfortable. But there was something in the way he was looking at you. You’d seen it a hundred times in his movies though. It was just part of the ever churning cog in Dayton’s life. He was an actor.

“It’s perfect for me.”

“I didn’t ask for this!”

“You don’t have to do anything, but show up on my arm. We’ve got a pap walk scheduled for when we get back on set,” you let your head drop down onto the steering wheel. “Please, just do this for me. You know how much my career and image mean to me.”

“I have conditions then.”

“Whatever you want. Name your price.”

You scoff hearing that, “I don’t want money. I want respect. You quit sleeping around.”

“Does that mean I get to with…”

“No! Get acquainted with your hand. You stepping out on me isn’t going to help your image. Don’t sneak them in your house. Don’t like pictures on Instagram, don’t slide into someone’s DMs. If you’re playing the role of my boyfriend, then you act like. I can't believe you didn’t ask!”

“I knew you’d say no. Don’t…don’t get on social media though. Please?”

“Why?”

“Just don’t. Be you. Don’t get on. But I need you to hand your passwords over to MacRay immediately. He’s got to scrub your social media. Luckily you don’t post much. But your likes, they can be questionable at times.. Call him as soon as you hang up.”

“I hate you so much right now.”

“I know. I’m sorry, and if there was any other way, I would have done it. You’re a lifesaver, and I’ll owe you forever!”

Famous last words that you knew no matter what that Dayton wouldn’t be able to hold up that promise. You just take a deep breath and get ready to weather this shit storm that had been brewing from the stupid tarltlet. Dayton and his dick were always getting him in trouble. And up until now you had managed to come out unscathed, but now you have to be the one in front of the camera. Smiling and playing make believe. All to protect him.

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dreamlessinparis · 2 years

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Don't Trust a Pretty Face

Pairing: Frank(EB) x Serial!Killer!F!Reader x Dayton White

Word Count: 3749

Summary: When Reader finds herself in a sticky situation, she finds refuge with a friendly stranger and his equally hot friend

Warning: Mentions of blood and drugging, Mention of murder and clean up, threesome (mmf), rimming, smut, 18+, deceit, manipulation, oral, handjob, fluff, Frank and Dayton kissing, nicknames, cum play, slightly dom reader

A/N: This is part of my serial killer AU, and this was a fun one because instead of reader going through it, she’s making men go through some pain. Thank you to @jobean12-blog for looking this over and hyping me up, love you❤️ All mistakes are still my own.

if you’re a minor, please DNI!

Please do not repost, publish or translate my work. Reblogs and comments are appreciated! Thank you for reading :)

Dividers by the lovely @firefly-graphics

Blood coated your fingertips and you grabbed the man's shirt to clean them off. The man, with some fancy name like Charles Dupont III or something, laid dead in the shambles of the glass coffee table. You couldn't even remember this man's name; they all seemed to blur together after a while.

Nothing had gone right this evening. Your usual routine of drugging the man and killing him with an injection, had gone completely awry when the drugs didn't knock him out like they should have. And when he’d attacked you, there was nothing you could do aside from take drastic measures. He had to die.

You had to get out of there. Collecting all your items, you rushed out of the room. There was nothing to do but run. You couldn't believe this. Everything you'd fought to achieve, all down the drain because of one mistake.

The city air was frigid and crisp when you finally burst out of the hotel. The chill licked at your exposed skin, your coat still draped over your arm. In the haste of things you hadn't had a chance to put it on.

Not fully paying attention to your surroundings, you ran into someone. His arms grabbed your waist before you could fall backward. You took in the handsome man. A kind smile danced on his plush lips. He had a scruffy beard, and fluffy hair that made you want to run your fingers through. There was a light of hope in his eyes that you hadn't seen in a long time. Those eyes began to grow worried the more he took you in. Your bloody clothes, your wild eyes, your disarrayed appearance. He cupped your face tilting your head to the side looking at the bleeding gash on your forehead.

"Are you okay?" He asked. The worry in his voice was genuine and you saw your way out of this mess.

It was a hidden talent of yours to be able to cry on command. Came in handy since men could rarely say no to a crying woman.

You shook your head, tears pooling in your eyes. "I…I got a-attacked," you mumbled out, "I had to defend myself and I-." The sentence hung in the air. Your hand trembled as you toyed with a string on your coat.

"Okay, okay, breathe," the sweet stranger said, grabbing your coat out of your hands and pulling it over your shoulders, “Let's get out of the street. My friend Dayton lives nearby; we can get you cleaned up there."

You nodded, snuggling into him as he put his arm around your shoulder. He began to lead you through the busy city streets. The cars passing by; groups of people laughing as they walked by.

The stranger was warm and you subconsciously burrowed into him, "What's your name?" you inquired, realizing you didn't know. You’d just blindly chosen to trust the handsome stranger . He wasn't truly not a threat to you with the switchblade in your bra and the other one in your jacket pocket. But you had learned a long time ago not to trust a pretty face. Why was this man any different?

He let out a boyish laugh. "That would have been wise, introducing myself. I'm sorry, the blood sidetracked me, I'm Frank."

"Frank." You repeated his name, testing it on your tongue.

"And you are?"

"Oh I don't tell my name to strangers. It's not safe. " You winked at him and he let out another laugh, clearly amused by this.

"Mind if I give you a nickname then?" Frank asked, tucking you closer into his side. He seemed to look past the fact that you were covered in blood or maybe he thought you were still shaken up and wanted to distract you.

Either way, you wrapped an arm around his waist, resting your head on his shoulder. "Go ahead. Call me whatever you want."

"I'm going to think about it. Letcha know what I come up with."

You nodded,ducking your head to hide your smile, "I look forward to it."

He came to a halt in front of an apartment complex and punched in the code, buzzing you two in. "How close are you two?"

"He's my best friend. We've known each other for years, " Frank grabbed your hand and together you went up the three flights of stairs up to the apartment.

Dayton wasn't home so Frank let you in, giving you supplies to shower, making sure to clean out your wound first. The electricity rippled through the air as he stood between your legs with you sitting on the counter. His nimble fingers were gentle and careful as he cleaned and dressed your gash. You wanted to touch him, a weird yearning that you hadn't had in a long time. You gripped the counter tightly to hide the fact. But the thick sexual tension was waning on you and just as it had become paper thin, he was finished. With a kind smile and a soft kiss on the bandage, he left the room, giving you some privacy.

You hopped down and glanced into the mirror. Realization dawned on you. There was a dead man in that hotel room. No one would find him until morning but with your knight in shining armor and his friend, it would be hard for you to leave to cover up your tracks.

Turning on the faucet, you cupped some water to splash your face with. Careful to avoid your bandage. Your mind was racing at full speed while your body was on autopilot. Scrubbing the mascara and dried blood from your cheeks and running a washcloth under water for the rest. Every way out was impossible, you were on the fifth floor and the open floor plan wouldn't let you reach the door or the fire escape without detection.

There was a thud as your head fell forward onto the glass, regretting it instantly when your wound throbbed. You shut off the faucet and looked up. "You got this,"you told yourself. "This is not how you will be stopped. You have more to accomplish."

Digging into your pocket, you withdrew your phone. It rang twice before Bucky picked up. "Hello?"

" Buck, I need your help."

"What happened?" You heard some shuffling and Bucky told someone he'd be right back. "Okay I'm back. Are you alright?"

"A John got out of hand. I killed him but I was shaken up so I went out for a smoke. Ran into some guy," You paused to take a breath. You moved the phone to cradle between your cheek and shoulder, "Anyways I had to pretend I'd been hurt and needed rescuing. So I couldn't go back to the scene to tidy up or make it an accident."

"Did anyone hurt you?"

"No, Bucky, I'm fine," you lied, lightly brushing your fingers over your wound and feeling the bruises that you knew were forming all over your body. "I just need a clean up crew." Bucky sighed in relief. "Of course ducky, I'll send Curtis right over, text me the address."

You slipped out of your clothes and turned on the shower. Curiosity took over and you began to search through the cabinets while the water warmed up. This Dayton guy was a health nut and apparently very attuned with skincare. Such expensive brands. "Thanks Bucky. Will you send me confirmation?"

"Of course. Take care of yourself. You know I worry about my little prodigy."

"Oh shut up," you laughed, "Only woman you don't hate right?"

"Well…"

Bucky!" you exclaimed, pretending to sound shocked. Honestly you were happy because that would mean he found someone and for Bucky that was huge. For years you had wondered if maybe you and him would have something but he was too much like a brother to you.

"Her name is Bunny and she's even crazier than you, little ducky." You could practically hear the heart eyes in his voice. It bit a little to know she's crazier than you but you were happy for him.

"That's great, Buck. You'll have to introduce us one day."

"We'll see. She's rather possessive sometimes. Anyways send me the text,and I'll get that done."

You laughed and told him goodbye before hanging up. After shooting the text, you stepped into the shower. Now that everything was taken care of, you felt yourself relax beneath the stream of water.

Changing into the oversized shirt that Frank left you, you took a moment to glance at your phone. A huff of relief blew out at the awaiting text. Bucky had handled the situation. Now all you had to do was focus on the men in the other room. You could hear their chatter from here. Sounded like they were having a blast.

Wrapping your arms around yourself, you walked into the main area. Frank sat on the couch with a beer in his hand. Next to him was a handsome man with messy brown hair. He wore a white tee shirt and some sweats. There was a racing helmet on the dining room table and somehow that made him so much more attractive.

Their conversation ceased when Frank caught sight of you "Ah there's the pretty wildflower I was telling you about, Dayton. Wildflower! That's it!" Frank was so excited that you couldn't help smiling. "I'm gonna call you Wildflower!"

"I like it. Suits her, "Daylon winked, taking a swig of his beer. You ducked your head, trying to appear abashed. Or maybe it wasn't really acting with the way the butterflies fluttering around in your stomach.

Dayton reached out a hand to you when you got closer. You grabbed it, allowing him to help you step over his leg and sit down between the two men. "Are you doing alright? Frank told me what happened?" Dayton asked, reaching out, cupping your cheek.

You found yourself leaning into it. There was a weird warm feeling spreading in the pit of your stomach. It had been a long time since you had felt safe in the presence of men. Safe enough that you had left your knives in the other room. Hopefully, you won't regret it. "I'm alright. Thank you."

"Want anything to drink?" Frank asked, and you nodded, pointing to the beer in his hands. He smiled. Slapping his knees, he stood up and headed to the fridge. You couldn't help watching his tight ass in those jeans. Tearing your eyes away, you turned back to Dayton, His bright blue eyes were easy to fall into. He gave you a sweet smile that you quickly returned

"I left my bloody clothes in a bag in the bathroom. But I will take them with me when I leave." you reassured him, needing something to break this soft trance you were falling into.

"You're fine, darling. Important thing is that you're okay." Frank returned, handing you the beer. You took a long sip, feeling the liquid bubble down your throat. You pulled your legs up, and smirked when both men eyed your bare skin. Crossing them criss-cross applesauce, you made sure the large t-shirt covered your panties. "Do you need anything else?" Frank asked, resting his hand lightly on your knee.

"Well I should head home at some point," you voiced. It was a true fact but you didn't want to leave. However you had to keep up the shaken up act and ease into wanting to jump both their bones.

"Home... that's true. We should take you home." Frank said, rubbing circles on your

skin.

"I do have a spare bedroom," Dayton offered, "You could spend the night."

"Oh? I could do that. You know… what I truly need is..."

"What is that, Wildflower?" Frank leaned in a bit. You felt Dayton also shift closer. You probably shouldn't do this but two gorgeous willing men seemed too good to pass up.

"You two could help me forget about my awful night." You licked your lips, and closed the distance, moving forward. Frank smirked, sealing your lips together. His hands grabbed your hips and you were hauled onto his lap.

Straddling Frank, you grounded your hips down, groaning at the feel of his cock against your core. Dayton scooted even closer, trailing kisses down your neck and pulling at the shirt collar to bare your shoulder. His hand slid down your back, palming your ass. Your hand reached out to card through his lush hair.

Frank's tongue explored your mouth and you let him, enjoying the feel of someone else taking over. Dayton's calloused hand slipped beneath your shirt. The contact sending goosebumps up your skin. His touch was like a flame licking up your spine.

You detached from the kiss, gasping. A sharp intake of breath and Dayton's lips replaced Frank'

Frank's hands grappled at your shirt until your breasts were exposed. Dayton swallowed your desperate moan as Frank flicked his tongue over your hard nipple, tugging it into his mouth. He was so good with his mouth, that you got even more heated at the mere thought of him between your thighs.

The heated makeout session led to a line of clothes trailing to the bedroom. Frank carried you the whole way with Dayton following quickly behind.

Your body bounced on the bed when Frank tossed you down. Sitting up on your elbows, you watched both men undress. Dayton's body was more defined than Frank, which by no means made Frank any less mouthwatering. It was just clear that Dayton was serious about his workout regimen. Dayton undressed fully first, climbing into bed on your right side.

He cradled your face, slotting his lips over yours. Careful to avoid pressing on your wound. The kiss was gentle yet building. His tongue ran along your bottom lip asking for permission. Another thing you weren't used to; having men take it slow enough to gauge your reaction. Up until this point in life, men treated you like a toy there for their pleasure.

Tongues tangled together, hands roamed bodies, and the room felt hotter by the minute. Dayton pulled away to yank the shirt over your head. You took the time to seek out Frank, who had slotted himself between your legs. He gave you a mischievous look, running his hands over your inner thighs. Waiting for you to him to stop. You gave a soft nod and he winked at you, not hesitating to push aside the gullet of your panties and dive in. Your head fell back with a long wailing keen.

"Mhmm, tastes so fucking sweet," Frank groaned, collecting some of your slick with his fingers and holding it up to Dayton, "Have a taste, man."

Dayton wrapped his lips around his fingers, sucking lewdly and letting out an appreciative hum, "Just like honey."

Frank's tongue seemed to leave nothing untouched, expertly lapping through your folds, and circling your clit. You actually jumped when he wrapped his lips around the sensitive button, surprised he found it. The tightening in your abdomen was already starting and he'd barely done anything. His mouth fully covered your pussy and began feverishly eating you out. Your back remained arched, unable to relax. The sensations racing through your body made it hard to.

Dayton ducked his head, catching a nipple between his teeth. He bit down slightly before pulling it out. He kissed his way around the hard bud, nibbling and marking the soft skin. His hand kneading the other one.

Your hand was tangled in Frank's hair, tugging on it for support. He was quickly on his way to unraveling you, with only his tongue. A simultaneous hard suck from both of them sent the dam crashing down. Your vision went white, tingles erupting all over and you must have blacked out because the next thing you knew Dayton was positioned between your legs and Frank was lounging beside you.

Dayton's fingers were so slowly fucking your fluttering hole. He was stroking your walls, like he was seeking something

"Fuck!" you exclaimed when he brushed over that sweet spot.

"That the spot, baby?" Dayton curved his finger, finding it again. You hummed, not finding the right words.

"She's so responsive." Frank's tone was inquiring as he trailed his fingers over your breasts, teasing down your torso. Feather light touches. "So Soft."

"She's so tight," Dayton groaned as you clenched around him, "I need her wrapped around my cock."

"That's why I'm in high demand, gentlemen," you teased, shutting your eyes in bliss, head falling onto the pillow. Your hand moved across the sheets, finding just what you were searching for. Fingers wrapped around Frank's cock. He hissed softly in your ear, hand grabbing your breast instinctively.

You pumped him gently, smearing the precum over the tip to ease the movement. Your head twisted to the left, and he kissed you hard. Both of you letting out soft noises against each other's lips.

Dayton's fingers disappeared, leaving you empty. Your sound of protest was cut off by his cock replacing them. You spread your legs wider, allowing him room to push in. He was taking his time but you weren't sure if it was because he was teasing you or trying not to hurt you.

You bit Frank's lip and pulled away to catch Dayton's eye. "Fuck me like you mean it Dayton. I'm not made of glass."

His eyes darkened with lust and he gave up on his slow pace. Grabbing your hips, he snapped his hips forward, rolling them to create friction and pulled out, repeating the movement, this time faster. "Good boy." You reached up to stroke his cheek with the praise.

You released Frank and told him to kneel above your head. Like Dayton, he was quick to take initiative. Once Frank was close enough, you grabbed his shaft. tugging him gently forward until you reach his balls. A choked guttural moan fell from his lips when you lathed his balls, using your hand to jerk him off at the same time. Sucking and showering his smooth sacs with attention. They felt nice and heavy on your tongue and you pulled one into your mouth, nuzzling into the base of his cock as you did. His musky manly scent was intoxicating and you found yourself wanting more. Getting wetter and clenching around Dayton. You knew you could spend hours down here, working to ruin Frank.

Dayton grabbed your thighs, pushing them up to your chest. The new angle made you choke on your own spit, letting out strangled moans. His hips snapped faster, making you see stars. Your focus was deterred for a moment, releasing his ball with a pop. But the whiny needy sound Frank made had you gripping his cock tighter, working him faster. You lightly scraped your teeth over the heavy balls hanging in your face. Licking over the spots to soothe the bite.

You doubled down on drawing destroyed sounds from Frank. Dayton's hands digging into your skin harder, and he also began quickening his pace. His thumb found your clit, rubbing small tight circles.

Your second orgasm was cresting, ready to spill at any moment but you weren't done yet. You arched your neck, replacing your tongue with your free hand, and continued licking up towards his puckered hole . Frank wasn't expecting this but seemed to like when he felt your tongue trailing that way. He scooted forward , straddling your head.

"Oh my God, fuck!"

Frank's moan filled the room as you prodded the hole, swirling the tip of your tongue over the puckered rim. Licking it in flicking motions. Blowing on it lightly and Frank shivered above you. The hand cupping his balls, moved to his thigh and you dug your nails in, arching your neck to get a better angle. "Feels so good, don't stop, Wildflower."

You speared your tongue, pushing against the muscle. Frank's sounds were so sweet as you began to tongue fuck his ass. Your hand working in time with your tongue. His balls tightened against your chin and just as he came, Dayton pinched your clit, setting off your orgasm. Washing over you in a hot wave. "That's a good girl," Dayton praised, "so fucking tight. I'm not gonna last with you milking me like this."

Frank's cum painted your abdomen and mound, hot and sticky. You jerked him until he was completely spent. Dayton's orgasm followed closely after yours, fluttering around him and he pulled out, shooting onto your abdomen, combining with Frank's.

Both men fell exhaustedly besides you, snuggling closer. "Fuck that was amazing," Frank huzzled into your neck. You felt Dayton nod against your shoulder, "Better than anything I've experienced before."

"Mhmm. Looks like you boys made quite a mess," you clicked your tongue, dipping your finger through the mixed cream, and popping it in your mouth. Their heads raised to watch the action and you felt thrilled that they fell for the bait. "I think it's only fair that you clean it up.

'Yes ma'am," Frank said in a breathless tone.

"Anything you want, " Dayton agreed, already shifting so he could lap at the sticky substance. Frank following his lead.

You propped yourself up to get a better view. There was something powerful and enthralling about watching these men licking their own cum off your skin.

"Such good boys. Make sure you get it all." Neither man looked up until they had gotten every last drop. Only then did they glance up at you, two pairs of different shades of blue, waiting for your next instructions. You felt your pussy clench, getting excited over the fact that they were willing to let you be in control. "Seal it with a kiss, babes."

You kept your face neutral as they took in your words. Dayton leaned in first but Frank closed the distance. It wasn't a tame first kiss. No, this was downright filthy, 'I've been wanting to do this for years' kind of kiss. Watching them had you soaked and needing more. Your body however was far too tired for that. As soon as they pulled aparted, you reached for them, so you would all rest on the pillows. You kissed one then the other praising them on how good they did before burying yourself in a cocoon of their warmth.

Come morning you'd have to deal with what this all meant. Until then you were going to bask in the afterglow of this amazing night.

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fanfictiondiscount · 8 months

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🟥—{ This is a list of people and Characters I write for. A list of things I DONT write for will be at the bottom}—🟥

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CELEBRITIES

• Sebastian Stan

• Evan Peters

• Josh Hutcherson

• Harry styles

• Ashton Irwin

• Niall Horan

• Michael Clifford

• Ross Lynch

• Billie eilish

• Frank iero

• Noah Kahan

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MARVEL:

• Bucky Barnes

• Yelena B.

• Steve Rogers

• Wanda Maximoff

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OUTERBANKS:

• JJ Maybank

• Rafe Cameron

• John B

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RANDOMS:

• Jessie (Full House)

• Dayton White ( Logan lucky)

• Finnick O. ( Hunger Games )

• Dean Wenchester ( Supernatural)

• Spencer Reid ( Criminal Minds )

• Han Lue ( Fast and Furious: Tokyo Drift )

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WWE:

• Dominick Mysterio

• Rhea Ripley

• Cody Rhodes

• Roman Reigns

• Randy Orton

• Liv Morgan

• CM Punk

• Damian Priest

• Drew McIntyre( maybe idk yet )

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DISNEY:

• Kristoff

• Flynn Rider

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reelovesbuckybarnes · 1 year

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Dayton white.

My favorite NASCAR racer.

I watched logan lucky last on tv .

One of sebastian's most best and underrated characters.

I wish that the amazing fanfiction writers can write about him again.

#dayton white #logan lucky

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geezerwench · 2 years

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Man, who knew it was all them white boys with unsecured weapons shooting up liberal shitholes like Chicago, NYC, LA, Miami, and Philly on the daily. Must be nice to have blinders on and ignore your own teams bullshit.

Hey! A fan! Are you @somebody_to_get_high_with over on Instagram? He’s got a hard-on for #2a stuff, too.

Of course, I am just assuming you're a male-type person. Well, you and @somebody_to_get_high_with over on Instagram.

You forgot to mention St. Louis, MO; Baltimore, MD; Birmingham, AL; Detroit, MI; Dayton, OH; Baton Rouge, LA. All of which have higher murder rates than the cities you mention. According to 2019 murder statistics. X

As stated to him: females don't typically shoot up schools, grocery stores, churches, temples, movie theaters, day cares. 98% of mass shooters are male. More than half of them are white males. 92% of serial killers are male, and nearly 60% of those are white. X X

My “team?” Which team is that? Female? US citizen? White person? Separation of church and state advocate? Parent? Human rights advocate? Home owner? Taxpayer? Voter? Grocery store shopper? Fanfiction reader? Medicare for all advocate? Dog lover? Cross stitcher? Abortion rights advocate? Equal treatment under the law advocate? Meme lover?

Have a blessed day.

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nano--raptor · 3 years

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Morning Quietude

Pairing: Dayton White x Reader

Words: 439

Warnings: Implied smut, really super vague smut, softness, flirting, soft morning vibes, a curse word or two, Dayton’s charm...

A/N: For Day 8 of Love in Bloom with @redhead-wine-and-literature-club! Today is Daffodil - New Beginnings, and this is kind of the exploration of something new between Dayton and the reader❤ Enjoy, and thank you for reading!

Just a note that I do not give permission for my work to be copied, posted or translated in any way.

My blog is 18+ ONLY, do not click “Keep Reading” if you are under 18.

Waking up somewhere different wasn’t completely out of the ordinary for you, you travelled for work and for play sometimes, spent nights at friends’, or simply enjoyed a night out with someone new. So when you woke up in Dayton White’s bed one Sunday morning, it wasn’t a complete shocker.

And how could you have forgotten the night before? Dinner, drinks, a ride in his car, then a ride in his bed. Multiple rides. You were fucked out and satisfied, and didn’t think twice of staying when he pulled you close after.

Waking up now, enjoying the quiet, peaceful morning, you looked beside you. Dayton's eyes were still closed, but he looked beautiful. Dark lashes, handsome features, and those bright blue eyes that had stared into yours last night first over dinner, and afterwards when his body covered yours. You smiled, wondering if this could go somewhere. People labelled him a playboy, but he'd been so sweet to you every time you'd interacted that you couldn't help develop a crush. So when he finally asked you to dinner, you were happy to accept.

You rolled over, resting your head on your arm and watching him sleep, the steady rhythm of his breath adding to the serenity of the morning. He soon shifted, slowly blinking his eyes open, and when his gaze fell on you, he smiled. A lazy, charming smile that made butterflies dance in your stomach and you smiled too, holding back a giggle.

"Mornin' sweetheart." His voice washed over you, laced with the gravel of sleep, and you nibbled your bottom lip, the fire from the night before already being stoked to life again. He was sexy, even first thing in the morning.

"Hey racer."

"Feelin' okay?" You nodded, unable to hold back your devilish little grin.

"Better than okay. I can still feel you." Dayton groaned, his eyes falling closed before he rolled over, taking you in his arms and pulling you closer. He nuzzled into your neck, breathing you in, making your senses tingle. His hand wandered down your body, splaying across your stomach and pulling you against himself, where you could feel his morning arousal press against your ass.

"Would you wanna feel me again sweetheart?" The low timbre of his voice sent shivers through you and you couldn't help pushing back against him, savoring the soft groan that fell from his lips.

"I'd love to."

It was slow and gentle, but the passion from the night before quickly returned as you took each other apart before breakfast. You knew it wouldn't be the last time you woke up in Dayton's bed.

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jobean12-blog · 3 years

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Number One

Pairing: Dayton White x reader

Word Count: 368

Summary: Dayton’s always a winner in your book and you’re his #1.

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club Lucky in Love Celebration and day 6: Dominance. I had so many ideas for this but decided to take my first shot at writing Dayton. It’s short but I enjoyed it! Thank you all so very much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤ My lovely divider is by @imerdwarf

Warnings: fluffs and racing

The sun beats down on your head, the temperature outside stifling but not as hot as the asphalt on the racetrack in front of you. You can see the shimmer of heat above the black road as the cars slowly circle the track.

Your eyes are locked on #63, the bright yellow front easy to spot in the mass of cars. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears as they line up, Dayton’s car naturally the first at the starting line. The green flag is waved and the roar of the engines vibrates your eardrums.

His car pulls out in front right away and your palms sweat as you watch him fly around the track. He handles the car with such ease, his dominance over the road never failing to amaze you. Every turn makes your chest tight but you know he’s best and he knows it too.

When the last lap gets underway he’s still in the lead and you start to make your way closer to the track. The cars whiz by so fast that the loose hairs in front of your face get dragged along with them.

His car flies over the finish line and the whole crew erupts into cheers. You rush over and wait for the car to come to stop. Dayton opens the door, pure energy radiating off him as he stalks toward you. The crew members clap him on the back in congratulations but he’s focused on you.

He picks you up in his strong arms and twirls you around, his lips meeting yours in a searing kiss before your feet touch the ground again. You can feel the adrenaline rushing through him, his eyes bright with victory.

“How’s my number 1?” he asks, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“Happy you’re safe,” you tell him, trembling slightly from his touch.

He gives you a sly smile before kissing your lips again. The reporters move in and you reluctantly release each other. Someone hands him a bottle of Champagne and he takes a long sip, but not before his words leave you with a promise for more.

“I’m looking forward to continuing the celebration when we get home,” he whispers.

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#dayton white #dayton white x reader #dayton white x you #dayton white drabble #dayton white logan lucky #dayton white imagine #dayton white fanfiction #logan lucky #sebastian stan #hbc lucky in love

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that-damn-girl · 4 years

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The Jacket

(Drabble)

Pairing: Dayton White x (cis/trans)Female!reader (from Logan Lucky)

Words: 700+

Type: Fluff.

Warnings: Implied (not actual) smut, couple of bad words.

Summary: Netflix and chill turns out to be exactly what it is.

A/N: This is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club ’s Spring Ahead prompt requested by @book-dragon-13 . Hope you like it!

A movie was on. You didn’t pay attention. He was warm. But strangling him was your intention.

You and Dayton sat snuggly on the couch watching whatever was on, a blanket covering you both. You were seething. At himself or your own, you didn’t know.

Having great expectations for the night when Dayton called you over for Netflix and chill, you were dolled up for him from head to toe in the slutiest outfit you could own. You were sure that there won’t be Netflix for more than a handful of minutes, and there definitely won’t be any chill afterwards. So in a pair of shorts barely past your hips and a top with neckline deep past your very sexy cleavage, you showed up at his place.

However, it turned out to be exactly what you hadn’t expected; only Netflix, and a bit too much of chill for your liking.

When you had tried to palm him through his sweats, he grabbed your hand and didn’t let you continue any further. Looking at your outfit, he put two and two together a little late. He apologized and told you he couldn’t get involved in anything frisky because he had followed a diet plan diligently and needed to eat and burn calories strictly adhering to it, and he had already burned up enough calories for the day. You offered that only you’d do the work and he’d just have to lay down, but he refused.

A bit ashamed and and hurt, you let him be. You respected his wishes, of course. But you wanted to experience some action in real life rather than watching it on the television.

You loved Dayton, and you knew he loved you too. You knew what you were getting yourself into when starting a relationship with this health freak. You always supported him. You weren’t with him for his body, but man were you horny that night. And getting kind of rejected when horny would leave anyone in a bottomless pit of misery. You weren’t not susceptible to it.

After calming down your emotions and your libido, you supported him here too. You knew it was important to him, and so it was important to you.

Because you loved him.

After the movie got over, you knew you had to leave pretty soon, because again, his plan needed him to follow a timely routine, which included an early bedtime so that he could wake up early for doing yoga under the first rays of the sun.

You booked a cab and waited for it to arrive. You were wrapped up in the blanket as it was quite cold, and the amount of skin you showcased left you shivering otherwise.

Dayton gave you his jacket. He was still sorry and didn’t want you to catch a cold. But mainly, he didn’t want the cab driver to look at you like this.

You looked downright sinful in his eyes. Your hips accentuated by the shorts, those amazing legs and thighs; your body in general, had everything breathtaking about it. And don’t get him started at your chest, where he wanted nothing more than to bury his head. But he had to control, and so he did.

Yet, his heart started thumping wildly in his chest when he looked at you in his jacket, which nearly engulfed your frame in it. You hadn’t zipped it up and your cleavage was highlighted, making it look like you had nothing on beneath the jacket. Since the jacket also nearly covered your shorts, it didn’t help the speculation.

That sight, it did something to him. Actually, it did many things to him. He couldn’t control any further. Immediately, he strode over to you and kissed you harshly, pushing you up against the wall and his tongue inside you as you let out a gasp. You didn’t expect it, but returned the kiss with fervor

Without any warning, he lifted you by your hips, leaving you no choose but to wrap your legs around him. He carried you over to his bed without breaking a sweat.

Laying you down and himself atop you, he said, “Please stay the night.” His voice sounded raspy, and you loved it.

“Your diet plan?” You huffed, his kissing having left you panting.

Pupils dilated and eyes looking at you with a lustful gaze, he nipped your ear, “Fuck it, cause I wanna fuck you, baby girl. Made my cock so hard, not gonna let you leave my bed.”

Oh, as if you wanted to leave.

True to his word, neither did he let the bed, nor did he let you leave for a long, long time.

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VelvetCardiganBucky’s Recommendations 2021: Week 10 | February 28th –March 6th

Welcome to week 10 of my recommendations, if you would like to be featured on a future list, I follow the hashtag #VelvetCardiganBucky, message me, tag me in your future works, or reblog this post and link to your story, one-shot, Masterlist, writing challenge, etc.

Be aware some if not most stories and writers on this list are meant to be consumed by an audience of those 18+. My blog is also an 18+ blog.

✨Page breaks are made @firefly-graphics✨

🗓Weeks 11 & 12 or 12 & 13 may be combined into 1 list as my best friend, that I haven’t seen in over 3 years, is coming up to stay with me at my Aunts in the city.

«Last Week

Week 11»

My Masterlist

My Fic Rec List of Mafia/Mob Bucky/Sebastian & Steve/Chris/Andy

Stuff I Posted This Week:

I’ll Stand By You » Steve Rogers x Reader — Steve Rogers will never leave you, no matter how dark your past is.

Bucky Barnes

(Mini) Series:

*A Mutual Weirdness by @ayybtch » Bucky Barnes x Reader — I am a very weird person. I somehow managed to find an equally weird person whose weirdness matches my weirdness and we ended up in love. All of these are completely stand alone stories inspired by some strange things my partner and I have said to each other. You don’t need to read them in any particular order, nor do you need to read them all to understand what’s happening. Just enjoy the weirdness. | This series is just so fluffy and funny, each and every chapter you will find yourself laughing, I promise.

Run To You 🪙 Pt. 8 by @bestofbucky » Mob Boss!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Mob boss Bucky Barnes hires you to be his bodyguard. | The Angst is here and it is so good. This series just keeps getting better and better.

*The Pure and The Poison after → Beg For Daddy after → Some Old, Something New by @sweeterthanthis » Stepdad!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Peter Parker x Female Reader — It’s time to give Daddy a taste of his own medicine by bringing your boyfriend, Peter Parker, home for dinner. | If you ever wondered if you are in denial of that secret daddy kink of yours, I suggest you read this series. Because let me tell you it’s filthy in a good way but it leaves you going, I could have sworn I didn’t have a Daddy kink or maybe you go, that was just perfect! Lau just knows how to feed your soul!

Drabbles:

*Hugs My Love by @thatfuckingweirdo » Mobster!Bucky Barnes x Reader — You just really need a hug, and Bucky is the only one you want it from. | If you are suffering from the Monday blues, this is the remedy just for that. So fluffy, it’s like being wrapped in that favorite blanket of yours.

Up, Up and Away by @thatfuckingweirdo » Bucky Barnes x Insecure!FemaleReader — Bucky turns soft in the middle of sex, and you’re left wondering if you were the cause. | This was really good and as a plus!size girl I felt a connection, but by the end all you feel is adoration from Bucky.

One-Shots:

No Goodbye by @badassbuchanan » Bucky Barnes x Reader — Bucky’s left to pick up the pieces of a broken heart. | Please have tissues on standby for this one. It’s so good y’all, but man do you feel the angst. I’m really hoping for a part 2, which I think after going back to read it alludes to it. We’ll see. I’m easily confused folks.

*Die Happy by @mrwinterr » Ghost!Bucky Barnes AU x Female Reader — You summon a really friendly ghost. | This is so fantastic and the smut in this list left tingles down my spine. 10/10 would recommend.

edge of the devil’s backbone by @sunmoonandbucky » knight!bucky barnes x princess!reader — Your knight has sworn to protect you always, even if that means committing a grave sin. | Don’t we all wish we had a Bucky who slayed those obstacles in our ways for us and wrote us beautiful letters when we were apart? So Good!

*Cheeseburgers Make Me Happy by @buckysdolls » Bucky Barnes x Reader — Ooh can I get one where the reader is maybe Morgan’s babysitter or something and post Tony’s funeral. And Bucky is just there, very sad and reader and Morgan just kinda cheer him up and fluff. | While this is fluffy, I still had a few tears slip, but I still loved it oh so much.

*Dawn by @msmarvelwrites » Bucky Barnes x Reader — ‘so far away… So alone. This place was once somewhere you could truly feel yourself. But if you couldn’t fight, what good were you here? | Brontë thank you for pulling on my heartstrings in such a beautiful way. This showed that sometimes you can’t and don’t need to go through depression alone and it’s okay to ask/rely on others for help.

Steve Rogers

(Mini) Series:

One Step Closer by @river-soul » Dark!Steve Rogers x Plus Size!Reader — Three weeks after your training session with Steve goes horribly wrong, he brings you to his office to remind you who you belong to. [Dubcon and explicit sex, 18+] Sequel to Points of Authority | I love, love, love this mini/series so much. The smut in this is so good and dark!steve always sends chills down my spine.

Dark Commander by @jtargaryen18 » Hydra Supreme aka Commander Steve Rogers x Civilian Reader — Immediately following the Battle of New York in May 2012, the world is about to learn that Hydra is very much alive, a parasite that’s infiltrated both SHIELD and the US Govt. The world is about to meet the Hydra Supreme… Will the Avengers be able to stop Hydra before it’s too late? Will they be able to stop its Dark Commander? | I have had dreams about not only reading this series but all about being in this series, (that’s what happens when you re-read before bed) that’s how much I love this series. I can’t recommend this enough, @jtargaryen18 writes such amazing stories, this is no let down.

One-Shots:

*did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen? » Steve Rogers x Readers — in which the reader breaks free from her perfect fantasy. | I truly loved this and I highly recommend everyone read this, when you do please have tissues by you.

Mission Birthday by @nony-bear » Steve Rogers x Reader — It’s your boyfriends birthday… the only problem is, he didn’t tell you. | It’s so fluffy and sweet it will make your teeth ache, but leave with a smile on your face.

my old man is a tough man, but he got a soul as sweet as blood red jam by @cloudystevie » Mob Boss!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader — steve gives you what you want… kind of. | Get yourself a cold drink, because I promise you, you’re going to need a cool down.

Ari Levinson

(Mini) Series:

Lead Me Home 🏠 Pt. 1 🏠 Pt. 2 🏠 Pt. 3 🏠 Pt. 4 🏠 Pt. 5 by @river-soul » Alpha!Ari Levinson x Omega!Reader — While on an aid mission to Sokovia, your colleagues are targeted and killed by Alpha soldiers. Left stranded and alone, your only hope is to trust a strange Alpha named Ari who promises to get you home safe. [Mentions of violence and A/B/O dynamics] | Love me some Ari Levinson but add in some Alpha!Ari you make me really happy! I can’t wait to see what happens next.

One-Shots:

Distraction by @wanderinglunarnights » Ari Levinson x Reader — Working on a case together you spend a lot of time together on the road. You have to spend the night in the local motel and of course there’s only one room with one bed left. | Short and hot, just the way you needed it sometimes.

Andy Barber

(Mini) Series:

*To Have & To Hold Sequel to Blackmail by @stargazingfangirl18 » Mob Boss!Andy Barber x Reader — You’re settling into married life with Andy when you see just how far he’s willing to go to protect you. | This is such a good follow up to Blackmail! There is action, angst, smut and fluff. Like it has everything I could ask for and more. Looking forward to part 3!

One-Shots:

A Second Too Late by @angrythingstarlight » Andy Barber x Reader — You meet the man of your dreams. Too bad he’s waiting for someone else. | I honestly don’t know what is going on with my hormones but I was tearing. It’s really good but honestly anything I read by @angrythingstarlight is good.

In Between The City Walls of Dying Dreams by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor » Ex-Con/Dark!Andy Barber x Shy!Reader — One night, you’re saved by the last person you expect, but you don’t know that he’s only saving you for himself. | Can I just say that since it’s by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor you know it’s going to be good? This didn’t let me down. I also felt like I related to the shy!reader as I often don’t have a lot to say to people, unless I really know someone. Also amazing smut!

Cock Worship by @ozarkthedog » Andy Barber x Reader — It’s just what the title says of Andy Barber, reader shows her man just how much she loves Andy’s cock. | This was short and perfect.

Chris Evans

One-Shots:

Vacation Mornings by @angrythingstarlight » Chris Evans x Reader — No better way to spend your vacation than wrapped around your man. | The smut is great and it makes you feel fluffy.

A Terrible, Terrible Love by @punani » Chris Evans x Fem!Reader — You broke up seven months ago, and moving on was as easy as teaching someone how to drive stick shift. You live in his mind as much as he lives in yours, and perhaps some things are worth reconsidering. | This honestly showed that not all relationships are sunshine and roses, giving you a perhaps realistic take on love, with some really good smut!

Stucky

(Mini) Series:

*Twice Burned after → Twice Bitten by @cherienymphe » DarkVampireKing!Steve Rogers x SoftDarkVampireDuke!Bucky Barnes x Reader | King Steve has the reputation of the kindest king in all the land. How sad it is that such a man always seems to be burying a wife, leaving him lonely and searching for another. Seeing how Queen Margaret’s death affected you, the king hopes to raise your spirits by marrying you off to the handsome Duke, James Barnes, unbeknownst to you, sealing your fate. | I love vampires, but what I really loved is this especially dark!vampire king Steve. The smut in this was so good and I got chills while reading this. I’m so looking forward to part 3 when it comes out!

The Miracle by @heavenhatesme » Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader — When infertility threatens mankind with extinction and there hasn’t been a baby for almost 18 years, what happens when two certain super soldiers fall for the same woman and accidentally impregnate her? | Sometimes you just need a good apocalypse au before bed and even though it’s just the first chapter, it still leaves you craving more!

One-Shots:

Deviation of Control by @navybrat817 » Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader — Winter Soldier turns the tables on Captain Hydra. — If you are looking for some really good smut, look no further, this has it.

Loving You Is a Losing Game by @river-soul » Soft Dark!Steve x Reader x Winter Soldier — AU from CAWS where the Winter Soldier is recaptured by Hydra and mind wiped. As Steve searches for his best friend and former mate, he discovers the Omega Hydra bonded to him. Looking for a way to lure the Winter Soldier out of hiding and bind Bucky to him once more, Steve decides the best way to accomplish that is through a shared Omega, whether she is willing or not. [ABO dynamics, dub-con and breeding kink, 18+] | Do you ever just want to yell at Steve? Yeah I did in this.. the cliff hanger had me going please Miss. can have some more. 😂

Initials by @americancowgirl19 » Stucky x Reader — Bucky and Steve finds their third soulmate in Wanda’s sister. Only problem is that she’s supposed to be dead, not Hydra’s new prized possession. | Sometimes you just need something that hits you in the feels with some angst and some fluff, and this is one.

Misc.

(Mini) Series:

A Boyfriend For Hire by @happygowriting » Dayton White x Bucky Barnes — Dayton White doesn’t really have time for relationships but he’s a little tired of the constant comments on his one night stands, finding himself a high class escort willing to play the part of his boyfriend. James “Bucky” Barnes is not who he expected to be, but maybe it’s who he needed. | The smut in this is really good, I want to start off by saying that, also that I never would have thought to pair those two up. I’m not fully interested in seeing how this story plays out.

One-Shots:

Leave Out All The Rest by @avintagekiss24 » chris beck x black!reader — Chris Beck returns to earth, and you are there to greet him after to really hard sleepless years. | This was so beautiful, had really good smut and so just fluffy. We need more Chris Beck on here and I’m so glad I read it!

Lost in the Lapse Again by @the-iceni-bitch » Robert Pronge (Mr. Freezy) x dark!fem Reader — Mr. Freezy’s domestic bliss gets jarringly interrupted. | I’ve never seen the movie, but if I had to imagine how Mr. Freezy to be this is it and the smut in this is so good!

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abovethesmokestacks · 7 years

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Treasured Moments (1/5)

Title: Treasured Moments

Pairing: Dayton White x reader

Word count: 865

Rating: PG

Warnings: none

This was written for @jurassicbarnes writing challenge. I picked prompt #31, “I was scared and I ran“. Part of the story was inspired by this ask I sent to @bucky-plums-barnes for her Fluffy Friday (and I really need to stop sending on anon and own up to my imagines…). Infinite thank you to @brookebarnes for throwing inspiration at me, providing lines and allowing me to scream about this. Chapters will be posted Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays at 11 pm EEST, and as such, this fic will have no tag list.

Treasured Moments masterlist

prologue + part i

It starts… Well, it starts long before it really starts. It starts as a game, a shiny little replica that he gets to play with if he’s been on good behaviour, his father plucking it down off the shelf and handing it over in what Dayton remembers as a bigger ceremony than it ever really was. It’s a classic model, the details astonishing, right down to the minuscule stitching on the plastic seats and the shiny faux chrome details. It starts before it starts. It kicks off his love of cars, and although his interest slowly shifts to going fast and finishing first, he keeps the dream of leather seats, an open top and the wind in his hair.

It lays the foundation for the rest of his life, and at 7 years old, he can’t even imagine the impact his dad’s little collection will have on him.

He’s young and cocksure, fresh off his first win, the check handed to him making him drunk with the possibilities. It’s by no means been a rough life for him, truthfully, it’s been pretty cosy, but the numbers on that check still manage to baffle him for all of five seconds before his heart decides. He’s gonna buy a car.

Not just any car. The Car.

Dayton scours the papers, goes to a number of reputable salesmen, and none of them seem to be able to find the right make, the right model. He’s all but given up when he finds an ad on fucking Craigslist of all places, and he does a double take. Someone’s got a yard full of old cars, and among the ones listed… is his Car. Heart beating fast, he calls, arranges to come look at it, rearranges his schedule so he can drive out the next day and then prays the car is not more rust than vehicle.

It’s… not that bad. Honestly. People assume Dayton just drives, that he has a crew for a reason, but he’s spent years under the hood of various cars, from the first one he got at 16, to friends’s cars, to his dad’s car when the old man got too old to do maintenance. The car in front of him is a little beat up, it’s clearly seen a lot, had a nice life already. There’s rust, but nothing he can’t fix up, although he’ll need to call Tony about that dent in the back.

“You know, I never thought anyone would be interested in that one.”

It starts, and it’s more sudden than any race he’s ever been in. You’re breathtaking, standing among the junkyard cars in a pretty blue dress with workboots on your feet and a hand on your hip.

“Why?” he challenges, running his fingers over the scraped-up hood. “Because it’s junk?”

You scoff. “It’s not junk. And judging by the fact that Dad said you wanna buy it, you know it, too. It just looks like junk. People want shiny new toys, not… “ You walk up next to him, dragging a finger along the faded chrome of the wing mirror.

“Not a project.”

“Not a treasure,” you correct him with a small smile.

Dayton’s sold already. Sold on the car, sold on you, and he spends the precious minutes that it takes your father to return with the paperwork flirting, coaxing smile after smile from you. You hang back, let him sign everything that needs signing, circles the perimeter when car is carefully towed out of the yard and onto the road. It’s not in any condition to be driven, the motor will need an overhaul, and one tire is blown out, but Dayton still jumps into it, waiting for the tow that will take it to Tony’s garage. The seats kick up dust, but he feels like a million bucks, peering at you over the rim of his sunglasses with a wide, charming smile.

“How about I take you out when I got this baby back in pristine condition?“

It pulls another pealing laugh from you. “Sure, if you want me to wait until I’m 50!”

“Aw, come on!”

“Fine, 45.”

“Wow, you look young for your age, miss,” he shoots back, only to smack himself internally because his mother would surely do it if she’d heard it.

You poke your tongue out at him just as your father returns and Dayton can’t do anything in return. Hands are shaken, well-wishes are exchanged, the tow shows up and Dayton has to climb out and return to his other car. It’s not a car built for the purpose of speed, but he nevertheless enjoys revving the engine just a little. Again you linger, waiting, observing and the second your father turns the corner, you shoot across the street, leaning in close.

“Give me your phone.”

He’s too surprised to do anything but oblige, unlocking the phone for you. Deftly, your fingers swipe and tap against the screen.

“On the off-chance you’ll get this car done before I hit my midlife-crisis… Give me a call.”

Dayton picks you up for your first date three months later, engine purring and the shine of the chrome competing with his bright smile.

#dayton white x reader #dayton x reader #manuswritingchallenge #logan lucky fanfiction #dayton white fanfiction #reader insert #fic: treasured moments

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anotherwritersblog · 2 years

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Header by the incredible @happygowriting 💕

Hello, lovelies! Just compiling the random things that come to mind when I'm in the mood to write. Please read the warnings before you continue on. Thank you to those that have left a like/reblog/comment on any of the posts and to those that decided to give this little writer a follow. It absolutely makes my day and I appreciate it more than y'all realize! 💖

Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes (Stucky)

Late Night Snack Word Count: 330

Warnings: short and fluffy, some knife throwing, Bucky being hungry, little bit of language?

We Still Have Time Word Count: 494

Warnings: implied smut and suggestive language

Then, Now, and Forevermore Word Count: 963

Warnings: angst? Idk someone’s probably feeling a bit of a heartbreak

Please Come Home Word Count: 606

Warnings: cheating angst, suggestive/language, smidge of smut towards the end there

Stucky x Reader Drabble Word Count: 170

Warnings: none

Resolutions Word Count: 141

Warnings: fluff, implied smut, suggestive language

Natasha Romanoff

Good Girl Word Count: 934

Warnings: (+18) What's a plot?, mutual and female masturbation, Daddy kink, mentions of sexting, fondling, pet names (Baby, Bunny, Good Girl - hence the title) suggestive/language, just absolute smut. Anyone younger than the age of 18 caught interacting with this piece will be blocked.

Bunny Word Count: 1.1K

Warnings: (+18) Oh look. No plot 🙃 Daddy kink, pet names (baby, bunny), praise kink, exhibitionism, girl on girl, fingering, suggestive/language, pure filth, Nat with a strap, little bit of degradation and gagging thrown in, (please let me know if I've missed anything and I'll add it to the list!) Anyone younger than the age of 18 caught interacting with this piece will be blocked.

Bucky Barnes x Dayton White (Ducky)

Anniversary Word Count: 969

Warnings: implied smut, suggestive language thrown in, adventurous elderly neighbor, smidge of daddy kink 👀

Ransom Drysdale

Oh. Those Feelings Word Count: 1.2K

Warnings: (+18) for the smidge of smut at the beginning there, feelings, soft!Ransom, suggestive/language, smidge of a daddy kink, friends with benefits situation - second part to What Feelings?

Snowstorm Soup Word Count: 356

Warnings: implied smut

Steve Rogers

Rainy Days and Dismay Word Count: 665

Warnings: angst, mentions of an affair, suggestive language

What Feelings? Word Count: 1.1K

Warnings: angst, suggestive language, mentions of an orgasm (or few), friends with benefits, one-sided feelings

Secluded and Serene Word Count: 1.2K

Warnings: fluff, suggestive language, implied smut, reader's thoughts are a warning all on their own lol

Bonfire Word Count: 2.7K

Warnings: fluff, childhood friends to lovers, drinking, language, feelings

The Letter Word Count: 224

Warnings: angst

Curtis Everett

Cold Word Count: 169

Warnings: implied smut?, Reader will endure the cold in their nice warm bed vs. a nasty train. Lmao, lots of alliteration

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Robert Laing

I Want You Word Count: 1.3K

Warnings: explicit sexual content (p in v), implied sexual content, pardon the french (literally)

Andy Barber

Apple Pies & Open Thighs Word Count: 263

Warnings: hint of domesticity, implied smut

Comfort, Cocoa, and Kisses Word Count: 265

Warnings: nothing but fluff, lots of kisses

Kate Bishop

Midnight Word Count: 140

Warnings: none

Chris Evans (RPF)

Happily Ever After Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: some fluff, mentions of anxiety, some language

Be My Belle Word Count: 720

Warning: implied smut, a little bit of language, crotchless panties, the word Daddy was thrown in there somewhere, mentions of doing that thing 👀

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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year

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Got A Secret, Part 4

Summary: Doug is about tired of you, and you learn of Dayton’s new director.

Pairings: Dayton White X Reader, Nick Vaughan X Reader

Rating: mild

Warnings: language, mentions of cheating, implied sex, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.9K

Series Masterlist

*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

Dayton looks over your body, half of it on full display, minus the top of your butt crack down. You were adorable with your face squished into his pillow, sleeping soundly. He walks a cup of coffee over to the bedside table, and wanders back into the living room. There was another meeting today, and while he should wake you up, you looked peaceful. You were not used to constantly being on like he was.

He takes a sip from his own mug, waiting for his ever prompt team to burst through the door without knocking while he watches his back yard. It was pretty minus the security fence around the property. Remembering times when he didn’t have to be so secluded from the word. When people weren’t trying to get a glimpse of his everyday life. He didn’t know how to get back to that time.

Doug and Ray walk directly into the living room, eyes moving around, and even Ray steps into the kitchen. Preparing his own cup of coffee while simultaneously looking for you, “We’re missing a very integral part of this operation. Did you already piss her off again?”

“No,” Dayton slurps on his coffee looking at the men, “She’s sleeping. Let her sleep,” Doug gives him an odd look before walking down the hallway towards your room. Opening the door, and then laughs at Dayton.

“What?”

“Well, that didn’t take long, did it? She’s just like every other girl. Ready to jump on your cock. I mean, we’ve all seen the leak. You’re quite impressive. But the fact that you’re able to get them to actually fall for you is the real mystery. They’re with you for a few weeks and realize that your cock is about the only thing you have to offer. You’re not your characters.”

Ray clears his throat as you walk out of Dayton’s bedroom, a bit more disheveled than you usually were. But dressed, and holding your mug close to your mouth. “Doug, you’re very much aware that I don’t like you, right?”

“Dayton doesn’t pay me to be liked. He pays me to make sure the media is in his favor. Just remember the image you see is perfectly curated for general audiences. That young girl, we hid his indiscretions with her by using you. Much more age appropriate and easier for the public to stomach. Don’t act like you’re special here,” it was almost as if Doug didn’t care about his client. Just cared if his client was making money so he could be paid.

“I actually know Dayton behind the scenes. I’ve seen the real him.”

“He shows you what he wants you to see,” you raise a hand to him, ready to slap his pompous cheek, but Doug catches it. “You’re just like the rest. But you’re getting to live here. Getting the private jets, the engagement rumors have already been put out with confirmation from an anonymous source. Don’t get attached to an actor,” a maniacal laughter exits his mouth, and you’re even more disgusted. Trying to pull your arm away from him.

“Now, we need to discuss your next outing,” changing the subject, he drops your hand and marches to the table. Grabbing up a bag, and pulling out his laptop. “We’ve got to sell this relationship.”

“It’s sold,” annoyed, you sit down at the furthest seat from him. Hoping that Dayton would eventually speak up on your behalf, or even his own. But instead he sits there ready for Doug’s plan, like a good obedient client.

“Why are you trying to sell something so bad? It’s like this constant filtering of proof we’re together. There’s been no organic sightings, just your paid photographer who flips through the pictures and sells the best ones. It’s an old trick that needs to stop. You continue down this route it’s just going to look like a forced relationship you’re using to bury something else. Oh, you are, aren't you?”

Ray looks over at you with a big smile. Bouncing his legs up and down, “See, I told you, Doug. The fan base is getting tired of these PR stunts. And it’s just too quick. You want them to believe that Dayton has had a secret relationship for…what’s the damn timeline again? It keeps changing and I can’t keep up. You’ve got your sources going to too many outlets, and even they can’t keep the story straight.”

“Because concrete answers lead to mistakes. If we keep changing this timeline, there’s nothing to argue about the relationship because no one knows for certain. We also haven’t confirmed anything officially. We keep official statements away until this contract is up,” you dramatically roll your eyes because he was completely clueless. It was his job to sell something and he was failing. “What would you suggest then shooting Star?”

“If you want to sell this, social media posts are a direct link from Dayton, myself, and the fans. It can be in a neutral location. But a candid photo of us together, cuddled up, or in the background of someone else’s photo. You’re trying too hard for something that should be simple. And the timeline is confusing. You want to convince people it’s real or made up?”

“Off and on for a year and half,” Dayton says quietly, and everyone turns to look at him. “That picture, the first one. It dates back to the Oscars over a year ago. Fans clocked the suit immediately. That picture has done better than these pap walks. She’s not wrong. And that wasn’t even from an official source. You sent it to various blogs and fan accounts. That’s what sold the relationship. Not the painfully obvious force feeding you’re doing now. I start the movie tomorrow. Ray, you just be ready with your phone. Star, you come to set. It’s that easy. Now, are we done here?”

Doug taps his fingers on the table a moment before closing his computer. Making sure to glare over towards you. He knew you were right. Nobody looked at Dayton’s fandom as much as Doug’s team. The relationship was turning unbelievable quickly, and he was to blame.

“Fine, you two think you can sell this relationship? Prove it. There will be no official statement from either of you. It makes the breakup easier. You can slowly fade away into the background once again, Star. You can live your normal life.”

“Except I can’t. Unless it’s another Hollywood celebrity. No one will want to touch me. I’m only doing this because you set it in motion without my consent. Now, I’m trying to make sure I don’t look like a fool for being in a fake relationship with Dayton White.”

“Call time is four in the morning. Make sure you arrive on time,” you shake your head no, laughing at him. “Excuse me?”

“I’m not his makeup artist for this shoot, remember? I’ll arrive around lunch break and bring my boyfriend, possibly fiancé, some lunch instead of him eating from craft service. Remember, Dougie, I’m doing you and your client a favor,” Doug hated that you were not as easy to manipulate as Dayton. He was never particularly fond of you, but trying to control you was even worse. You just wanted things your way. He just hoped you wouldn’t screw up Dayton’s career, and by default his money. He wouldn’t stand for it.

“I thought your new girlfriend was coming today?” Nick looks around the set looking for you. “How did you two meet?”

“She is my makeup artist. She’s actually on her way. You sure you don’t mind her sitting in today? She’s a bit of a perfectionist, and she didn’t do my makeup. Knowing her, she’ll be dragging her kit in here, and ready for touch ups.”

“Sounds about right,” Nick answers nonchalantly, making himself a plate. Dayton didn’t fully pay attention to the comment, and hungrily looks at the table of food, “You going to eat?”

“Uh, no. She’s bringing me lunch,” Dayton suddenly gets a genuine smile, and he leaves Nick’s side immediately as he turns to walk towards you. “I thought I told you not to bring that,” he complains, looking down at your makeup kit.

“I’m glad I did. Dayton, they…your base is the wrong color. Also the wrong formula. You don’t wear oil based formulas. Water based looks best on you, and more natural. I can’t even see any of your natural freckles, people love that about you. And it’s gunked up in your facial hair. And…peach blush? We’ve talked about this a bit of a red cream blush, under the foundation so it makes you look sunkissed. I told you to tell them that. What powder did they use? And concealer? It’s caking up on you, and…” you look behind Dayton as Nick gives you a little wave, and your mouth closes immediately.

“Dayton, why is Nick Vaughan here?”

“Ah, let me introduce you,” pulling your free hand he leads you over to Nick. Nick looks at you bashfully, and licks his lips. “Star, this is Nick, the new director, and Nick this is…”

“We’ve met,” he holds out his hand anyways, and you take it for a quick shake, but drop it too quickly. “Interesting to see you dating Dayton. I thought you didn’t like the Hollywood type?”

“Maybe it wasn’t just Hollywood that I didn’t like? Maybe it was arrogant directors?”

“Oh, dear. Nick, would you excuse us?” Dayton drags you away from Nick, leaving behind your kit. It didn’t matter where you went, because Nick was still looking towards you smiling. “I’m going to make this quick, because I’m starving, but…you and Nick?”

“This is why I have an open invitation on set because Nick is the director? I can stay all day sitting beside him? Son of a bitch. Why didn’t you say anything?”

“What is going on?”

“Nick…he’s my ex fiancé. Ugh,” you press your fingers into your eyes and try to collect your thoughts. You thought you were never going to have to see Nick again, and here you were essentially being forced to be here, so that Ray could get some candid photos. “Hug me.”

“What?”

“Hug me, comfort me,” Dayton grimaces as he wraps his arms around you, “Dayton, you have literally been inside of me, and this is the best you can do? You’re a fucking actor. Hug me.”

“What are we doing?” He was so confused. He was slowly learning just to trust you in all of this because your instincts did actually make sense. “Star?”

“Shh, so Nick and I broke up because he got his first big movie, and he got this giant big head. The whole not dating Hollywood types isn’t completely untrue. But it was mostly because he wasn’t the Nick that I fell in love with. You know, it’s complicated, but you could have told me Nick was the new director.”

“I didn’t even know you were engaged. You…was this public knowledge?” You shake your head quickly, and turn to look up at him. Whispering ‘kiss me’ as you stare up at him. His hand slides behind your head, and he pulls you in close for a sweet kiss. Had you been a normal woman, you would have almost believed him. The way he pulls back and rubs his thumb over your lips was a nice gentle touch, but you push that aside, because you were both acting. Dayton couldn’t be capable of real emotions.

Ray steps up to you, letting Dayton know he had very little time to eat before they were back to working, and you hand him his lunch. He preferred to eat in private, and you were left awkwardly standing around with Ray and Nick. “I have a few phone calls to make,” Ray steps away from you.

“So, you actually are dating America’s sweetheart, huh? To be honest, I saw all those headlines, and just assumed it was a tactic to cover up his barely legal taste in women. Then again, Dayton has this weird ability to make people believe things. You know he’s cheated on you?”

“We weren’t exclusive. You and me, we were. I had a ring on my finger, and you had the taste for your leading lady. You want to blame the breakup on just me not liking Hollywood, and I went along with it. But let’s not pretend that you casted people based on who would give the best blowjob. People in the circle talk, Nick. I loved you. And you disappointed me. I have kept your secret of cheating because you asked me to not screw up your career.”

“So it is a fake relationship?” He laughs, shaking his head, “I knew it. I know the look when you’re in love because…because I’ve seen it. And I can’t ever get it back, can I? You’re riding out this whatever it is with Dayton. I guess you really were the problem.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” You demand. Following him as he walks away and sits in his director’s chair. “Nicky?”

“It was after I proposed that you started pulling away. You’re scared of commitment. That’s why the woman I know is in a fake relationship, a fake engagement. Alienating everyone else around you. It’s better to pretend than have something real, and work for it. Things get serious, and you have a tendency to run away. Why is that?”

“You forget, you cheated on me.”

“You weren’t the same after I proposed. Each day you grew more distant. I searched for attention in other people, and it was wrong. I can admit that. But throwing yourself into your new client, Dayton, and saying that you couldn’t be around, and maybe we should just wait on the marriage wasn’t an accident either. Face it. You were too scared that we wouldn’t work out, so I made the decision for you. I should have just ended it, and that’s on me. But I knew it would be easier for you to accept if you had someone to blame. I took the fall for that.”

“Don’t act like you did me a favor, Nick. You cheated.”

“Once, it was wrong. You were already on the road, and you had texted me that we needed to talk. You were breaking up with me, weren’t you?” Groaning, you nod your head. Nick always had this weird ability to read you, and that’s what scared you. He was far from perfect, but he was caring. He was understanding, and he just always got you.

“I can’t do this right now.”

“No, you’ve got to smile for the cameras and make them believe that you’re really with Dayton. You can live this fake fairytale narrative that you had in your head, and still have this heart of stone, pushing everyone out of your life because you don’t want to be vulnerable.”

“I have never said that Dayton and I are in a fake relationship.”

“You didn’t have to,” you wanted to hate Nick. Wanted to not care about what he thought about you, but you did. He was the closest thing that you ever came to letting go of your insecurities. You had never allowed someone that close to you before, but then the engagement happened, and you realized how real it was, and how you didn’t want to hurt Nick in the long run when you would eventually leave him.

At one point you believed that Nick had loved you more than you ever loved him, until you found out about the ‘cheating’. Then you convinced yourself that Nick had been lying all along, but now…you weren’t so sure. You wanted things to be easy, but they never really were. Maybe that’s why you were okay deep down with hiding behind this fake relationship. You were getting the perks, without the feelings involved. You didn’t have to be vulnerable because it was all fake anyways.

You look over at Nick, and he was still just as handsome as you remembered. Still had this kind smile that made you melt, and want to giggle right along with him. Nick’s romanticism terrified you. He was too sweet, too caring, too understanding, and it felt stifling. Like he was always smothering you with good intentions and a healthy relationship. He was better off without you, just like you were better off without him. The only problem was when you should have been paying attention to Dayton walking back on the set, you were still looking at Nick.

You didn’t see the slight fallen face of Dayton. You hadn’t made that face when you were looking at him. Even when Nick looks back at you smiling. Giving his body a warmup shake, he pushes it aside. It didn’t matter. He had to work, and you were coming home with him. You would be in his bed again tonight, no doubt, and you would be gripping onto his back and screaming his name. At least he had a live in sexdoll, and that’s exactly what he had to tell himself. Because he had to focus, and he didn’t like Nick looking at you. He wouldn’t be eating alone anymore. He would be staying with you whenever you were on set. You got too comfortable with Nick, and there was more to your breakup than you had told him.

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sebstanaddict · 2 years

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Who deserved more screen time? Dayton or Clay?

I would love to see both more. So I can't choose 🤭

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan fanfiction #sebastian stan fanfic #clay appuzzo #dayton white #sebastian stan logan lucky #sebastian stan i'm dying up here

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jbbuckybarnes · 4 years

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Stranded in Manhattan

Description: You are stranded inside of the building your publishing agency is housed in. A snowstorm hit New York without warnings and you can’t leave for a few hours. What sounds like a boring afternoon ends up being quite the ride. Prompt: Stranded somewhere due to inclement weather (Seb x Reader) Length: 2,6k+ Warnings: Reader is written as someone with a skin tone that makes blushing visible. Just shoot me an ask if you want me to write something specific with a WoC reader. Always open for that.

M A S T E R L I S T

You had just finished your meeting for the next magazine. Writing articles for a lifestyle magazine was your favorite part of being a freelance writer. Well, not completely freelance. You were kind of part of the main team but not with a permanent contract. A look outside of the window had you roll your eyes and grumble. “You shouldn’t go outside for the next 2-3 hours. There is a warning out.” a female colleague outside of the meeting room looked at you. “Great. I’m just gonna draft my article in the foyer then,” you muttered before saying goodbye with a few kind words.

In the lobby of the building, there already were a lot of people waiting for the storm to calm down. There was only one couch left that wasn’t already occupied by at least one person and you let yourself fall onto the soft furniture with a small sigh. Laptop opened, the document opened and there you went writing the magazine article for next week already. At least you had WiFi in here and could research for your draft. Every ten minutes one or two new people came down in the elevator and sat down beside someone else. After an hour there were only 5 seats left in the entire lobby and you would probably be one of the next ones.

“Excuse me? Could I sit here?” you heard an oddly familiar voice and looked up. “Sure.” you smiled and pushed your bag to the side. There was a long moment of silence and you staring at your screen before you finally said something. “What were you here for?” you asked with a little smile and got one back. “My acting agency is here. Meeting.” he shrugged, “You?” “Publisher meeting with the magazine I write for,” you answered. “Sebastian.” he held out his hand. “I know. Y/N.” you smiled back at him. Contrary to your belief he didn’t change much after you told him you knew him. “Which magazine do you write for?” he asked curiously. “Flow magazine. Lifestyle, personal development, mindfulness. That kinda thing.” you blushed a little. It always made you nervous to talk about your job with people that weren’t writers. His natural cuteness didn’t help. “That’s cool. And what are you currently writing about?” he looked at your hands on the laptop that was half-closed. “Mindful Dating. It’s pretty weird to research and hard to not make it sound hippie.” you opened the laptop again to show that you had written half a page for your 2-3 page spread on the topic. “I assume it starts with mindfully picking the right person to ask out.” he chuckled and picked his water bottle from his backpack. “Actually starts with finding out what you even want and where to find it but that’s definitely a part of it.” you smiled a bit awkwardly. “This sounds so cool compared to my few pages of script that I currently have to get into.” he sent a shy smile back. “Does it become less fun to get into a character when you do it longer and professionally?” you ask to steer the conversation away from you. “Sometimes. Especially when I don’t have a lot of backstory for my character to get into.” he shrugged his shoulders. “I always loved doing plays in high school.” you looked away in thought about your high school years. “What did you have?” his head dipped to the side a little in curiosity. “Romeo & Juliette, Beauty & the Beast, some play local college students wrote and the last one was...Cinderella.” you counted them. “Any big roles?” he smiled with shimmering eyes. “I had the main role in the college student one.” you giggled. It was a really dumb play and your memories of it are really chaotic. “God, I’d love to see videos of that. You definitely seem like you could pull off a lot of different characters. I mean, the appearance.” he got a bit unsure at the end if he worded it right. You couldn’t help but giggle a little, “Yeah, could pull that black wig off better nowadays tho.” “Um, what plans did that blizzard ruin for you? Never asked,” he said with a one-sided smile while scratching his neck. “Not much. Wanted to go write in the library or meet a friend but that clearly won’t happen,” you shook your head looking outside of the window before your head went back to him, “You?” He played with the strings on his hoodie, “Technically the rest of my day was finally a free day. So only ruined my Netflix marathon.” He saw you smile when he looked up from the strings again, “Well, I have WiFi and this building probably has a more chill area. We technically COULD watch Netflix.” Another unsure smirk from him with an almost apologizing smile coming back from you made the short silence weirder than it needed to be. “Sure.” he shrugged. If somebody would’ve told you, that you would be in an empty meeting room with one of your Top 20 favorite actors, watching Netflix because you were snowed in, you would’ve flipped them off. You were both sitting on the table beside each other and had spread out the food and water you had with you. Weird circumstances called for weirder actions in response. The Netflix logo popped up, then your name with a Jessica Jones icon staring at you and after that the list of movies on your big list. “What do you wanna watch?” you looked up at him and he was already looking at you. “You can choose whatever you want. It’s your account.” he held his hands up. “Brooklyn 99 it is.” you nodded and clicked on the next episode you needed to watch. You were a few episodes in when you just needed to let go of the thought, that you had held prisoner in your head for two episodes. “You're the perfect mixture between Jake & Boyle,” you mumbled. “Definitely more Jake,” he mumbled back, his eyes darting to look at the smile that had formed on your lips. You didn’t notice. And then Jake came in with his legendary guitar scene full of screaming. “Jep, definitely more Jake.” you laughed. He lightly nudged you with a small laugh. You weren’t wrong. Another 2 episodes went by and you checked your phone for the time. It’s been 2 hours now. Maybe you could go soon. “Another one?” he asked with a big smile on his face. “Of course.” you put your phone away and jumped over the outro to the next episode.

“It’s been over two hours. Let me check the warnings in Manhattan.” you took your phone after another two episodes and stopped the show with the other hand. Your weather app was showing an orange warning instead of a red one. “Well, orange should be enough to get home, right?” you looked up at him. “Depends where you live.” he smiled one of those half smirk, half innocent smiles. “Queens,” you muttered. “That’s quite a long ride in that weather.” his right brow went up. “I definitely don’t wanna stay in this uncomfortable and way too air-conditioned building,” you said neutrally. “I live 4 blocks away and there is a café on the ground floor we could stay in.” now the smirk turned into a real smirk. “Are you flirting with me?” you raised your eyebrow. “Been trying for almost three hours. Thanks for noticing.” he laughed lightly and saw you get a little flustered. “Umm.” with a shy expression on your face you put the laptop into your bag. “Don’t leave me hanging here after I asked you for a date.” he pouted playfully. You opened your mouth at the mention of a date but closed it again after no sentence your brain formed came out. “Sure,” you said with the biggest blush on your face after a few seconds. With a smile on his face and you biting your lip you both stood up and slowly left the building through the lobby that was much emptier now. An arm found its way around you, making you flinch a little. “Did you always live in New York?” his voice was harder to hear with the big jacket on. “No, moved here from Y/C.” you answered and got a soft smile in response while you held the hood of your jacket to stay on in the wind. “God, I hate this weather.” you stomped in the snow on the sidewalk like a child having a tantrum. “You kinda look like you enjoy it though.” he laughed at your attempt at kicking the snow. “I love winter. I hate that it gets so ugly and depressing so fast. I’m just here for the snow.” you pointed your tongue at him. If he had voiced his feelings at that moment, he would’ve probably told you that he wanted to pick you up and carry you the rest of the way for you to stop complaining about the wind. “Do that again and you have that snow flying at you,” he said trying to pinch you. “Don’t you DARE!” you played into it. “Watch me do it.” he smiled picking up snow and you started running. “He’s fast, strong, had snowballs.” you quoted laughing and a snowball hit your back. “The Winter Soldier is coming for you.” he made himself bigger but had a snowball landing on his chest after a few seconds. You looked at him innocently and he blinked before running for you and catching you with a growl that made you squeak. “Help!” you said giggling at this absolute dork moment you just had. “Target acquired. Bringing it to drop off location,” he said near your ear and started giggling like an idiot with you. The bell of the café door had the waiter in the almost empty room look up at the both of you. “Hello, Sebastian.” the man smiled at the tall brunette beside you. “Hey, can you make us two hot chocolates and two pieces of the chocolate cake, please?” came back at the waiter. Having someone help you out with getting out of a jacket felt weird. You weren’t used to gestures like that anymore and mumbled a small “Thank you.” You sat down on one of the tables and he leaned forward with a, “I won.” “There never was a competition, Stan,” you said putting down your bag.

“Didn’t mean the snowball fight.” he winked and watched you blush. Before you could say anything mugs and plates were set down in front of you. “Tell me about yourself.” he gave you an encouraging smile and you started talking. About your creative roots, what else you wanted to become when you were younger and how you felt about the things you did now. Some sentences had a vague political orientation in it and your stances on social issues. “Sorry, I’m talking a lot.” you noticed yourself rambling and looked down at the half-eaten cake. “No, I like listening to you.” he picked up the mug. “I’d like to know more about you too.” you smiled with some confidence from what he just said. He started talking about what he was currently doing, his mother, a bit about his roots and what his future plans were. He was good at this whole talking on a date thing. “You like astronomy?” he asked out of the blue with his fork pointing at you. “Yeah.” you grinned. “What’s the coolest thing about it?” he asked. “Nebulas. And I recently learned about hot Jupiters. Super interesting.” you mentioned the article you recently found while researching for a personal project. “A woman of class, I see.” he chuckled before taking his last bite of the chocolate cake. “No, a woman of space,” you smirked and got warm laughter back. You checked the phone again. The warning was on red again and a look outside of the window checked out with it. He noticed your look outside, “You can stay at my apartment. If you...want.” he said a bit unsure himself. “Uuuh.” you didn’t really know how to answer this. “Not in a weird way.” he distanced himself a bit from the table into his seat. “I guess I wouldn’t have another choice, even if I wanted to say no.” your soft expression had him visibly relax. You stood up, he gave the waiter on the counter the money and then you both made your way to a pair of elevators. “This feels mildly awkward.” you spoke out what both of you felt. “Doesn’t have to.” he smiled, snapping out of it. The moment the elevator opened you snapped out of it too. You knew there wasn’t anything to be afraid of. Yes, this was weird because you just met him but the circumstances were not in your hand. He was respectful, and if he wasn’t you knew how to kick his ass. Everything was fine. Even with both of you not talking in the elevator there was still a comfortable silence. That was until fingers started searching for yours and capturing your hand in a gentle manner. It’s not that you didn’t want this but it was very unusual and sudden. Like everything else today. Sure, you didn’t mind holding hands with pretty much anyone you knew but this wasn’t just anybody. This was someone you just had a proper date with and that kinda had your brain go in circles. “Relax, I’m not trying to get you into my bed.” he gently nudged you and locked down at you with a soft smile. “Sorry, I’m just not used to this...normality.” you tried to find a word for it, immediately shaking your head a little at choosing this particular word for it. “Welcome. Make yourself comfortable.” he said while you walked past him holding the door open. “Nice couch.” you pointed at it. It was one of those expensive, big, soft ones that everybody secretly wanted. You let yourself fall on it. He let himself fall next to you after throwing his jacket and yours over a chair. “Almost too conveniently placed.” you squinted at him beside you. “Hey! Don’t judge!” he laughed. “Too late. I judged.” you giggled before noticing his stare. “What?” your brow went up. “Nothing.” his eyes went away from your eyes and lips and looked at the ceiling again. “What are we going to do the rest of the evening now?” you asked. “More Netflix?” he returned a question. “Fine. But I only accept documentaries.” you grinned. Of course, the documentary he put on was about space and you both just absorbed the information you got. You didn’t even notice the arm around you after a while or the gentle pull towards him that had you cuddled up by the end of the documentary. “You’re a sneaky little asshole.” you said sleepy. “Only with pretty women.” his hand went through your hair. You looked up at him “Thank you for making this day much less boring.” you smiled and caught him staring again. “Can I kiss you?” he whispered so close to your face, his hand going from your hair to your jaw. With rosy cheeks, you nodded and had soft lips on yours a moment later. A normal thing to happen after a date but you still weren’t used to it. The thumb going over your cheek got you out of the overthinking again. Right now, all you wanted to concentrate on was those soft lips and that slightly scratchy skin. The hand cupping your face, the arm pulling you closer and the tongue brushing against your lower lip. Everything is perfect right now, no need to overthink it.

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ikaris-whore · 5 years

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For A Week.

18+ Under the Cut Please.

Pairing: Dayton White X Reader

Prompt: From Daddy D himself, I hope you enjoy it @definitelydaytonwhite 😘

@the-ss-horniest-book-club 1k Celebration we are writing drabbles all day long.

Being a racer’s girlfriend was a thrill until it came time for big races. Dayton would always follow a strict diet and abstain from sex the week before to keep his head clear. You tried to help him with both, although keeping your hands off him for a whole week was a difficult task. This time you decided that you weren’t going to hold back.

You teased him in little ways at first; walking around with his shirt on and nothing else while you made him breakfast in the morning, pulling your hair up when ever he was home to expose your neck that place he loved to nip and kiss, leaning in to whisper trivial things in his ear just so he could feel your hot breath on his skin and your lips brush his cheek.

Then you got a little more creative. The two of you had an event to go to and you found the perfect dress a few days before. It had a very low cat back exposing your spine to him and a small part of your tattoo on your side you knew he loved so much. When you walked out of the closet in it he looked up at you, growled, and palmed himself. It was then you knew your little plan was working. You made sure to emphasize the sway of your hips as you walked out of the room leaving him there to finish getting himself under control and ready.

He caught you by the arm as you got to the doorway leaning into your space in a deep, dark voice warning you “Don’t think I am not seeing what you’re doing this week, sweetheart. Keep it up and after the race you’ll regret it.” You looked up at him coyly, subtly biting your bottom lip, “Is that a promise” you paused before adding the last part of your sentence with a smirk “Daddy?” you said sweetly, knowing what it would do to him. He let go of your arm with a huff and returned to put his shoes on before leaving for the event.

On another day you decided to wear your thigh high leather boots with short shorts and one of his favorite lacy tops of yours to one of his practices. As if the sight of that wasn’t enough to drive him wild as he replayed the moments in his head from the previous times you had worn them, when you got home you sat down on the edge of the bed. You watched him through your long hair that had fallen over your face as you bent over to slowly unzip them to take them off. As you finished one and then the other, you flipped your hair to see him turning and muttering something under his breath.

On your last day you went for the kill. You shot him a text with a picture as you touched yourself in the bedroom. You played up your moaning, knowing he was with in ear shot. You heared him loudly curse and walk out of the house, an engine started up and the noise quieted as he disappeared down the street. You sent him another text after you finished. “What, Daddy can’t handle not being the one to make those sounds come from me?” You didn’t hear back from him until he climbed into bed for a good nights rest. You decided you needed to let him have the night so he could have a good race.

It was race day. You were down in the pits to give Dayton his ritual good luck kiss, before his race. He warned you before leaning in for it “If I lose today, it’s on you for being a bad girl this week. You will be punished.” You grinned at his warning asking “But what if you win, D?” He chuckled darkly “You’ll still get punished.”

You gave him his good luck kiss and headed to your seats to watch the race. You were always nervous watching him move in and out of the small spaces as he made his way to the front to claim his victory. After the race you met him in the pits. He stalked to you hair ruffled from his helmet, cover alls half off and tied around his waist. He grabbed your arm walking you to one of the more secluded places in the area.

He turned you around to face the wall pushing you against it. “Congrats on the victory D” You sneered. “No thanks to you sweetheart. Being Daddy’s Bad girl all week. Teasing him when he couldn’t touch you.” He said as he slid your dress up your hips exposing your ass to him. “I never touched you, how could I have teased you?” you asked. “You know exactly how, now daddy has to punish you.” He growled as his hand made contact with a SMACK. Your body jerked and he pushed you harder against the wall, as he landed three more. Each one harder than the one before leaving your ass red to match his cover-alls. He turned you around to face him letting your skirt fall in the process. As you did you glanced down to see his cover-alls were already pulled down further, his hard cock leaking, waiting.

“Now, be a good girl and suck Daddy’s cock.” He said as he brushed his thumb on your cheek. You fell to your knees and licked him base to tip, teasing his slit with your tongue. “Don’t be a tease, wrap those lips around it.” He warned. You did as he said and took him in your mouth, as he pushed himself further in and moving in and out at a furious pace he groaned “Daddy’s gonna torment you like you did me all week. You won’t be able to come for a week, see how you like it.” You muffled a “Yes, Daddy” around his cock, the vibration causing him to cum spilling down your throat.

You popped off him and swallowed, looking up at him and licking the side of your lips to catch the small amount that escaped. He picked you back up off the ground and pushed you against the wall with a searing kiss, pulling away only when the two of you were interrupted by his crew chief clearing his throat.

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nano--raptor · 3 years

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Curves

Pairing: Dayton White x Female Reader

Words: 1748

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. This is basically porn without plot😏 Warnings for smut, oral (fem rec), sex, cursing, dirty talk, and a bit of praise kink

A/N: Written for my lovely, @eurynome827 to celebrate 2K FOLLOWERS!! Congratulations hun! You are wonderful, it’s a pleasure to know you, and I appreciate youuu❤ For the challenge I chose the prompt lingerie, and wanted to give writing our favorite speed racer a try. I had fun with this, and I hope you enjoy! 🥰

18+ ONLY Do Not click keep reading if you are under 18.

That Ferrari. The only thing that he might possibly love more than you. Bright red, flashy, and sexy, your lips match the paint finish tonight, and the rest of your outfit is black. Dayton’s second favorite color.

He opens the door for you after dinner, helping you into the car, eyeing the top of your stockings peeking through the slit of your dress with lust in his eyes as you sit down.

“Oops.” You throw him a wink before he shuts the door, knowing it’ll fluster him just a little bit. He wasn’t always as put together as he looked. A few strands of his hair are out of place when he gets into the car, and he smooths them back effortlessly, glancing your way as he fires up the engine. The car roars to life, settling into a satisfying purr that makes your lips twitch into a smile, and Dayton has that smug, satisfied look on his face as he looks back to the road.

The car hugs the pavement, gliding smoothly around corners until Dayton opens her up on the highway. You catch him sneaking another glance at you, and you can’t help biting your lower lip as the Ferrari’s power rumbles through you. That smug smile crosses his face again, Dayton knows you love feeling it, he loves it too. You’d felt the car’s vibrations many times before; he’d had you spread out on the hood more than once and there were photos to prove it.

“Dayton,” you breathed, your body revving up as the car sped down the road, hugging every curve with ease. “We should head home.” His gaze slid to you for a moment, a smirk on his face and eyebrow raised as he teased you. “Don’t you wanna go for a drive baby?”

“Not tonight. I have something I want to show you.”

Dayton rests his hand on your thigh and you place yours on top. He squeezes your leg, then threads his fingers with yours and raises your hand to his lips, his eyes flashing with a spark of desire.

After pulling into the garage at home, Dayton kills the engine and the silence makes you shiver. He gets out first and opens your door, helping you out of the car now. You lean in and peck a quick kiss against his lips, lightly swiping your tongue over his bottom one before you pull away. His breath catches and his gaze runs over your body, pulling his lip between his teeth. He wants you. He wants you, but you want him too. You have all night.

Stepping past him, you walk around the front of the car, trailing your finger over her curves as you head towards the door. Over to the driver’s side and up the hood, then you pause, smirking, and run your fingers over your own body instead, up your chest and along your collarbone. Dayton watches, following the path of your fingers, until one stops caught between your teeth. His gaze flicks from your bright red lips, curled in a smirk, to your eyes, and he stares into your soul, practically devouring you as he stalks towards you.

“Inside, sweetheart. Now.” The door is hardly closed and he has a grip on your wrist, pulling you towards him and capturing your lips in a searing kiss. You melt into it, a whine escaping your throat as his touch sends fire through your veins. You back him against the wall, pressing your body against his, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him desperately, hungrily. He smirks against your mouth and he pulls you closer, his hands on your hips holding you tightly.

Feeling for the zipper of your dress, he finds it and drags it down, smoothing his hand over your exposed skin, before pushing it from your shoulders. You shimmy out of it, your black lingerie now on display for him, his eyes roving over your body appreciatively. His eyes are dark, hungry, predatory, and before you can ask him if he likes it, his mouth is on yours again and he's picking you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and carrying you to the bedroom.

The two of you fall onto the bed, Dayton's lips on your skin now as he worships your body. He makes his way down, your hands gripping his shoulders, until he pauses to rid himself of his shirt. Then he's back, his lips moving over your skin reverently. He trails his tongue along the edges of black lace, and you gasp his name. He smiles, pulling back slightly to look into your eyes.

"So beautiful baby, gorgeous. You're so sexy."

"Dayton. Please baby, I need you." You sound desperate and the words come out in a whine but you can’t help yourself. You’re revved up, craving him. Needing him. With a smirk, Dayton moves further down, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder and nudging your core with his nose.

"Mm, you ready for me sugar?" His tongue teases along the edge of your panties and you ache for him, needing his mouth against you. A whine falls from your lips and you beg him, sighing with relief when his finger hooks into the lace, pushing it aside so his tongue can lap at you. Another moan as he licks straight over your core, flicking your bundle of nerves before pushing his tongue inside.

Your hips buck against his face and his hands grab them, holding you down as he pushes harder against you. You're whining already, trying to get more, to get closer to his face, needing him deeper. He fucks you with his tongue, heating you up and pushing you closer, before withdrawing his tongue and licking up over your clit. His lips close around it and he sucks, making your back arch off the bed, flicking it with the tip of his tongue until your cries fill the room and the wave crashes over you.

His tongue laves over you slowly, fire in his eyes as you come down, and then he's crawling over you, kissing you hungrily with your release still on his lips.

“So good sweetheart, so delicious. But I gotta have you.” He kisses along your jaw and down your throat, nipping at your skin, his hard length pressing against your thigh. You’re in a daze from your orgasm but you’re able to shift when he unclasps your bra, allowing him to pull it off and toss it across the room. Your hands wander over his body, toned muscle and smooth skin, until you’re fumbling with his pants, unbuttoning them and trying to shove them off. A whimper escapes you and he chuckles, nuzzling into your neck before moving away to pull them off.

When he’s back you sigh, wrapping your arms around him as he nudges your legs apart again. Hooking one leg over his hip, you can feel him at your entrance, his crown pressing against you making you clench and whimper, needing him inside you more than anything else.

“Please Day, baby please.” You’re mumbling, unable to feel anything else except him, he’s permeating your senses, your infatuation with him only matched by his with you. A broken moan falls from your lips when he pushes in, and you scratch at his back, trying to pull him closer. He hisses, bottoming out inside your tight heat and running a hand over your stocking-clad thigh.

“Fuck sweetheart, you always feel so fuckin’ good.” He buries his face in your neck, nipping at your skin again while he finds a rhythm, moving in and out of you, filling you completely and driving you towards ecstasy. He seems to be able to hit every perfect spot inside of you, but then he angles his hips just so, and oh, it makes you see stars. You cry out, clutching him harder, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him closer with each thrust, your hips rocking up to meet his.

Dayton shifts, taking your legs from around his waist and pushing them back against your stomach to deepen the angle, and when your eyes fly open, his flash dangerously, a devilish grin on his face.

“Oh yeah baby, just like that. Takin’ me so well, looking so pretty in this little outfit. You know I love it when you dress up for me.” His smooth voice washes over you and you’re drifting away, being pushed closer to bliss with every thrust of him into you. He’s grunting now too, head thrown back while he grips your thighs, sweat beading across his chest, and you want to get your tongue all over him. You whine again, arching your back, rocking your hips against his, and you wrap your hand around his wrist and squeeze as you balance right on the edge.

“Dayton….” You gasp his name, and he fucks into you harder, panting and urging you on under his breath, curses and praises alike showering over you, and then you’re screaming and clenching down around him, flooding over him as white hot bliss explodes within you. Dayton groans, low and rough, fucking you through your orgasm, driving deeper as he chases his own release now. A few more hard, deep thrusts, his eyes squeezed shut and teeth clenched, then his whole body is tensing, and he throbs inside you as he comes with a loud groan. He lets your legs go and collapses against you, panting and spent. Rolling to the side, he pulls you against him with a chuckle.

"Damn baby. You in lingerie drives me fuckin wild." You grin, curling against him and running your fingers over his chest as you try to catch your breath. He trails his finger over your hip with a hum, tracing over your curves now, up and around the edge of the garter belt.

“You like it?”

“Fuck yeah.”

“Mmm. I’ll have to show you the red set next time.” Dayton’s eyes go wide and he just grins.

“You’re killin’ me sweetheart. But in the best way.” Then he rolls over, pulling you on top of him and you shriek with laughter, rolling your hips against him and making him groan through his smirk.

“I can keep going baby, just tell me what you like.” Dayton pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, his eyes darkening again at the sight of you.

“I’ll have you any way you want baby girl, all night long.”

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