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thezombieprostitute · 23 days

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Dandelion

A/N: Part 2 of this Ask; Reader is AFAB, Tall & Plus Size;

Word Count: ~2.7k (holy wah!)

Warnings: Ex-boyfriend angst, Insecure reader, Talk of body image issues. Please let me know if I missed any.

The next day, Hal joins you for lunch. You generally sit at your desk because there's no such thing as a work-free break. He grabs a chair and sits backwards on it, grinning at you as he sets his lunchbox on your desk.

“What are you doing, Hal?”

“What every straight man dreams of,” he says. “I'm having lunch with a pretty lady.”

“Please don't,” you whine. “I told you yesterday, I don't want your pity flirting.”

“And I told you, it ain't pity.”

“Then why are you eating at my desk?”

“Well, as I said, I was treating you differently because I wanted you to know I thought differently about you from all the other pretty faces. But my methods only made you think I wasn't interested. So now I'm doing something different.”

“And what if I don't want the attention?”

“If I'm genuinely making you uncomfortable I'll get up and go. But if you only want me to leave because you still think I'm feeling sorry for you, I'm sticking around and eating my lunch. Hopefully having a conversation with you as well.”

“How would you know the difference?”

His grin widens, “because you're a horrible liar, Dandelion.”

You roll your eyes, “fair. But if someone else shows up you're not interfering with my work.”

“Oh yes, I am,” he retorts. You give him your best glare but he doesn't back down. “You're at lunch. No one gets to ask you to do any work.”

“You do realize I'm not union?”

“We should fix that.”

The rest of your lunch passes with more back and forth. Every time someone starts approaching your desk Hal cheerfully states, “out for lunch! Come back later!” They leave before you can counter what Hal said.

After lunch, the two of you clean up and get back to work. Hal keeps it professional during work hours and you're grateful for that. You don't want to be mad at him, he's just trying to help you feel better. But the fact that he thinks fake flirting is “helpful” hurts you.

The next couple of weeks you find a small gift at your desk every morning. You receive some of your favorite candies, new pens in your favorite style, and even some cutesy post-it notes that you enjoy using. And every day you would thank Hal at lunch for the gift. As you got more comfortable around him he became more of a menace. It had started with him telling people you were at lunch and it escalated to a game of turning your monitor on and off. You wanted it on in case of important emails or notices but Hal insisted on turning it off because you’re supposed to not be working.

“You’re fighting a losing battle here, Dandelion,” he grins. “I have a major advantage in that I have no shame.”

“Yeah, I’ve picked up on that,” you groan. “So how about lunch away from my desk? Would that be okay?”

“You’ve got alerts on your phone, don’t you?”

You sigh, “yeah. But it’ll only chime for notices that are actually marked as ‘important’ okay?”

“Hmm,” he licks his lips. “I suppose that’s enough of a compromise for now. But we’re going outside to eat, okay?”

“Sure,” you nod. “It’s a nice day outside.”

“And I’ll get to take off my shirt!”

“Wait, what?!”

He runs outside, with your lunch in hand, before you can stop him.

Only a few minutes into the lunch and Hal can tell something’s wrong. You’re actively not looking at him, at least since he took off his shirt.

“Am I making you uncomfortable,” he asks. “What’s going on with you?”

"Look, Hal, it's not a big deal," you plead. "Can you just let it go?"

"No, I need to know what I'm doing wrong," Hal argues. "Otherwise I'll keep doing it and it'll become a bigger issue."

"You're not doing anything wrong," you assure. "The fault is with me, not you. I'm the one who needs to do the correcting."

"Well maybe I can help. I just need you to tell me what's going on."

You take a deep breath and steady your nerves before confessing, "the reason I look away every time I see you without your shirt on is because it just reminds me of how much I need to work on my own body."

Unable to bring yourself to look at him, knowing there would be hurt in his eyes, you continue "I'm too big and I need to either slim down or 'get toned' or whatever the terms are. But every time I try nothing works. I just end up getting bigger so I give up. And seeing your perfectly toned body just reminds me of my own failures."

Taking a deep breath to try to keep from crying, you try to assuage Hal, "none of this is on you. It's entirely on me. I'm the one who needs to change. You worked hard for that body and you have every right to be proud of it, every right to be comfortable walking around without a shirt. I need to either not be so damn sensitive or to get off my ass and work it off."

“I’m happy to help you with either one,” he promises. “But I’ll only help you with ‘working your ass off’ if it’s something you genuinely want for yourself and not something you feel you have to do for others to acknowledge your prettiness.” You chuckle but it fades quickly when you see the seriousness in his face. “I know it ain’t as easy for others as it is for me. I also know one of the reasons these things fail is because people mix up their goals for what they want with the goals they actually want for themselves. I love your figure as it is, but if you want to work on it for you, I’m happy to help.”

“You’re gonna start taking me to the gym?”

“If that’s what you want, but we’re starting you out small. Another reason these things fail is because people push too hard too fast.”

“I promise I’ll think about it.”

“Just remember, you’re pretty as you are because of who you are.”

“You really need to stop that,” you sigh. “I get that you want to be more than work friends and you’re a good guy, but I still can’t believe you’re actually interested.”

Hal leans back and grins, “I’ll have to up my game, then, Dandelion.”

“I’m not even sure what you could do to convince me, Hal. How are you going to succeed when there’s no known means, methods, or benchmarks?”

“We’ll figure it out together,” he beams.

“Or you could just give up and admit you’re not interested in me like that.”

“Not gonna happen. I’m no liar, Dandelion.”

You find yourself succumbing to Hal’s charms. You feel comfortable, even safe around him and look forward to your lunches together. You’re able to let some of your guards down and, while you’re not matching his energy, you’re able to return the playfulness he sends your way.

“You need to be careful, Hal,” you laugh during one of your lunches.

“Why’s that, Dandelion?”

“Because at this rate you’re gonna see me at my…well, ‘Manic Pixie’ isn’t the right term but I hope it conveys what I’m trying to say.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time! I’d love nothing more than to see you let loose.”

“You say that now,” you shake your head. “It can be a lot for people.”

“People that don’t deserve your attention,” Hal comforts. “So, does this mean you’re ready to let me take you out on a date?”

“You know what, Hal? Yes. I trust you and you’ve been nothing but kind and patient with me this entire time.”

“YES! This Friday, I’ll take you out after work. Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect.”

Hal has been looking forward to a date with you for months now. When he first realized he had feelings for you unlike the other girls he met. And getting to know you even more only fueled his desire. He wants, needs, to make sure that you have a good time. He even breaks out his good button up shirt. He’ll put it on after work so as not to get it covered in sweat. He can’t remember the last time he was so nervous about a date.

When he met you for lunch he was awed by how you had dressed yourself up. A dress that showed off your legs and, given the cardigan you were wearing, showed plenty of cleavage. He asked for a peek but you giggled and told him he had to wait for the actual date to start. The giggly conversation warmed his heart and he wanted, so desperately, to kiss you. But he’d promised himself he’d let you lead on that front. You were the one who was healing and growing so he’d move at your pace.

He actually clocked out a little early because he wanted to clean up in the bathroom before getting you into his truck. It wasn’t anything fancy, but he knew that wouldn’t matter to you. It’s one of the things he really appreciated about you; you didn’t judge others based on looks or money. It’s why he was happy to help you learn to give yourself the same grace.

You’re shutting down your computer as he walks up to you. You smile at him and, as soon as your computer is quiet, you stand up and unbutton your cardigan. Hal gives you an appreciative whistle as he sees you’re wearing a spaghetti strap, midi length dress that shows more skin than he’s ever seen you show before. You duck your head, feeling the heat on your face, but you’re smiling. You haven’t felt this hopeful about a date in a very long time.

Hal takes you to the local botanical garden. You delight at getting to see the beautiful flowers and trees in the twilight hours, the pink and purple sky enhancing the natural beauty. You’re practically running from garden plot to garden plot and Hal is loving every second of it. You’re not well read on flora but you appreciate their beauty and could spend hours looking at them.

But the moment Hal’s been waiting for is coming soon. As the sun sets lower, he pulls you close and points to one of the grassy areas. It takes a few seconds but then you see the telltale glow of a firefly. Then another! And another! You’re jumping with joy and giddiness.

You look at Hal to see if he’s enjoying this too but he’s only looking at you. Feeling a rush of courage, you pull him in for a kiss. He responds exactly how you hoped he would, leaning into it, with an eagerness you delight in. You giggle and it sparks a giggle from him as well. You break the kiss but you keep your face close to his. His steel blue eyes sparkling with happiness.

The peace of the moment is broken by someone loudly complaining about everything. You freeze as you recognize the voice. Hal gives you a worried look and you whisper, “we need to get out of here. Please.” Not needing an explanation, Hal starts walking you back to his truck.

You hear the loud voice yell out your name, Hal does too. You try to ignore it and keep moving, though you know it won’t do any good. Lloyd is damned persistent and he catches up to you, smiling like he’s genuinely happy to see you. You know better. You’re just an old favorite toy of his.

“What a pleasant surprise seeing you here, baby,” he grins wickedly. “And here I thought this place had nothing good to look at but, damn. How come you never wore anything like that when we were together?”

“Because every time I tried, you’d point out all of the flaws that those clothes would show off,” you say through gritted teeth. “And you didn’t want me embarrassing you in front of your friends.”

“Well I was definitely young and stupid because, holy hell you look tasty,” he licks his lips and you fight the urge to vomit. “Maybe I just wanted to keep that fat ass all to myself.”

“Lloyd, please leave me alone. We’ve been done for a long time and I have no interest in rekindling whatever the hell it was that we had.” You pull Hal’s hand, silently asking him to go with you and he does so. You’re in charge of the situation and he won’t step in unless he needs to. No matter how much he wants to punch the mustache off that smug asshole.

“Hey, I’m being damn generous here, baby,” Lloyd yells. “I’m giving you compliments. Hell, I’m giving you my time! No way you’re gonna just walk away from me.”

The second Lloyd touches your arm you and Hal turn. Hal punches him in the face while you stomp on his toes. Clearly not expecting the double attack Lloyd backs off, shouting obscenities. He looks at the both of you, his nose bloody and his blue eyes storming with rage.

“Fine! Be a bitch like that! We could’ve been something great,” Lloyd shouts before storming off.

You and Hal turn back and head towards his truck. You’re shaking by the time you sit down, nearly in tears. Hal holds you, asking if there’s anything he can do, anything you need, anywhere you want to go. He’s got you, he’ll take care of you. Whatever you need, he’ll get it for you.

As much as you want to go home and cry, you’re not going to let Lloyd ruin the best date you’ve ever had. You take a few calming breaths and give Hal another kiss, even more intense than the last one. Again, he returns your enthusiasm. You feel his hands roaming and you moan, letting him know you’re enjoying what he’s doing.

You whine when he breaks the kiss. “I’m not one to take advantage of a lady’s emotional state,” Hal explains. “If you still feel this way after some dinner, I will happily take you wherever and however you want. But I need to make sure you’re okay to do so.” Rubbing your hand against his cheek you whisper your thanks and tell him that dinner sounds like a very good idea.

The dinner is definitely restorative. Nothing fancy, just how you like it. Eating together in the bed of Hal’s truck, looking up at the stars. You feel a peace you’ve never felt before. You snuggle up to Hal and thank him for a wonderful night.

“Though, I do have to ask, why do you call me ‘Dandelion’?”

“Dandelions are some of the most resilient flowers,” he replies. “Everywhere there’s a chance they can grow, they do so. No matter how much people try to get rid of them, calling them weeds, they keep doing their thing. People think little of them but dandelions don’t give a damn what people think. They’re beautiful, strong and have a lot to give if you treat ‘em right.”

“You are too damn sweet, Hal.”

“Only for you.”

“Would you care to make the night last longer,” you ask cautiously.

“What are you thinking, Dandelion?”

“My place. I can make breakfast in the morning. Or afternoon, depending on when we wake up.”

He searches your face for any sign of hesitation or forcing yourself to do this and he finds none. Smiling, he says, “I’ll be the one to cook breakfast. Because by the time I’m done you won’t be able to walk.”

“Challenge accepted, Hal.”

Tagging @alicedopey and @icefrozendeadlyqueen because I promised I would

#hal carter x reader #x tall reader #tall!reader #big & tall reader #hal carter angst #self indulgence time

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biteofcherry · 3 months

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I'm hoping to launch a certain event in the upcoming months (probably starting March, but it's still tbd) and I was wondering, which of the characters I haven't written for yet, you'd like me to include in the future?

#I don't know yet what stories I will cook up for whoever wins #it'll be all decided by my muse #they may get a completely own universe or be included in an existing universe of mine #poll #jake jensen #jake jensen x reader #cole turner #cole turner x reader #hal carter #hal carter x reader #steve kemp #steve kemp x reader #johnny storm #johnny storm x reader #lance tucker #lance tucker x reader

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flordeamatista · 1 year

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sweeterthanthis · 2 years

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Imagine if your family owned a farm and their good friend the Sheriff liked to drop by during the day to make sure things were running smoothly. In fact he came by almost everyday, he knew how much you need a hand bent over in the barn. Makes your stepbrother Hal a bit jealous when he watches from the door though. He thought he was the only one giving you a hand 😏

Fuck, yes. On your knees like a good girl for the Sheriff...a little filth below the cut. 18+. Stepcest, obviously.

Sheriff Bodecker likes how much of a hungry little thing you are, especially when you've got his cock in your mouth. There isn't another girl in town that sucks him the way you do.

"Tha's my girl, keep swallowin' my dick 'til I tell ya ta stop."

Little does he know, its not all about him. In fact, your focus isn't really on him at all. Lee's too lost in the heaven of your mouth to notice where your attention really lies.

Hals icy, almost betrayed, stare burns into you; sweat dripping from his neck and soaking through his vest, his knuckles white against the barn door. Your eyes meet his for a moment, slyly winking at him and burying your nose in the coarse hair at the base of the Sheriffs cock.

"There ya go, you got it. Fuck, I bet you'd stay there 'til ya went blue in that pretty face if I asked ya to."

His attention made you feel pretty, made you feel powerful. It might be you on your knees for him, but he's gone for you. And he's got no clue that the second he leaves, Hal is gonna reclaim what's his. What's been his since your respective parents' wedding night four years ago.

Hals words from that very night ring clearly in your head as Lee's warm, sticky spend coats your throat. "May not be able to show everyone you're mine, but you'll always know it. You'll always feel it. You'll always want it to be me."

I'm wet.

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sgt-seabass · 1 year

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𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏

✧˚ · . Tortured under King Lee's reign, you make your escape.

pairing — farmhand!Hal Carter x princess!reader w/c — approx 1k this is a dark fic. 18+ only. listening to — ♫black crown warnings —non-consensual king!lee bodecker x reader, non-graphic non-con, non-major character death, reference to suicide, skin scarring via candle wax, but it's all okay because Hal is a sweetheart a/n — written for @the-slumberparty's warm up drabble challenge. i got the word 'neck', which inspired this drabble. not beta read, we die like men.

The subtle amber glow from the candle on your bedside table casted a beautiful horizon across your quarters. The quarters which were once your mother’s.

You had been placed in them when she threw herself from her window, plummeting to her death instead of facing a world where her husband was dead and a new king would reign.

Her blood painted the white roses red. And you’d never been able to look at the expansive flowerbeds since.

King Lee had come into succession, bringing darkness with him, covering the whole castle in an ominous aura.

To the town, there was an illusion of grandeur, one your stepfather and his son, Prince Carter, were good at upholding.

Lee visited you every night. His cruelty never got easier, his hand heavy and cock painfully big. If you weren’t beaten, you’d be fucked – or sometimes both.

You were the king’s punching bag. The sole daughter of his dead betrothed.

Sometimes his son would visit too, and it’s on those nights that you truly wished to join your mother.

Perhaps you were cowardly that you hadn’t already followed her footsteps out of the window and into the garden below. But you still had an inkling of hope.

Hal had shown you the possibility of happiness. A sweet farm boy you met while sneaking into the town's markets. He’d given you a handful of fresh raspberries, a soft smile on his lips. “Pretty dames shouldn’t have to pay.”

He was the first sincere person you’d met. And he was your ticket to freedom.

Hal would be waiting for you in the gardens below tonight, and you would flee with him. You would be free. A bird to the wind with endless routes ahead.

The candle flickered as your door opened, the hinges groaning as you were met with the sight of your king, a nightly occurrence you dreaded. “Miss me, princess?”

Like muscle memory, you lay back on your bed as Lee pushed up your nightgown, hands rough against your sensitive flesh as the familiar dance begun. “Always so soft. Makes me just want to mark you more.”

Your gaze turned to the candle, listening to the slight crackle of the wood wick as Lee mounted you.

The wax had begun to dribble down in the catch below, droplets falling like a body from a tower.

Black crows cawed outside as you felt the painful stretch, your core stinging. It never got easier.

Lee spoke to you, but you just listened to the rustling oak trees outside as the candle burned lower, glazed eyes looking to your king when he ordered you to do so.

After tonight, you would be gone. No more blood. No more tears. Just life, the way it was meant to be lived. Free and without conviction.

Time passed, the pain didn’t stop, and neither did your king. You always cursed his stamina.

Eventually, Lee came with a shout, his seed spurting across your stomach. But he wasn’t finished with you.

He never was.

The candle had burnt nearly to the hilt, with a large reserve of wax at the bottom.

“Show me your neck, princess,” Lee ordered, forcing your head back before you could even heed his words.

The movement exposed your marred neck to him. Littered with scars and old burns, you wore a collar of pain.

While you may escape, there were some things you would never get back. Your dignity, your innocence, and your purity.

Lee took the candlestick, tilting it over your neck, so the smouldering wax dripped over your skin.

You cried out to deaf ears, writhing underneath your king as he tried to claim you. What Lee didn’t realise was while he may have taken your body, he would never have your heart and soul. They were for Hal only.

Your flesh warbled under the heat of the wax as it cooled and hardened on your skin, tears dropping down onto the cotton below. Lee always liked to see you cry.

“Cover this up tomorrow. We have a banquet in the evening,” Lee ran his fingers against your wounds, admiring his work for a moment before leaving you. “I will have a dress readied for you.”

Thankfully, Lee left, giving you a chance to prepare for your escape.

Ignoring your soreness, you dressed in a simple black dress, the same you wore to your mother's funeral. It was nondescript and would help if you needed to hide.

From under the bed, you pulled out the rope you had stolen from the knight's storeroom, securing it to a load-bearing pillar before throwing the rest out of your window.

When you looked down, you were met with the smiling face of your saviour. Hal stood below, dressed in a dirty tunic with a blade strapped to his back. Your knight in muddied armour.

You hoisted yourself out the window, trying your best to scale the side of the castle.

What seemed like an easy task was far from it, and two-thirds of the way down your arms gave way, letting go of the rope and your only lifeline.

The wind whooshed through your hair, and for a moment, you accepted this was where you’d die.

Your fall was broken by two burly arms catching you, allowing you to crash into him, sending you both to the ground.

“Hal! Gods, are you alright?” You quickly sat up, hands bracing on Hal’s solid chest.

He just laughed from his spot on the ground, holding your sides gingerly. “I’m wonderful. My dream came true. The gods have gifted me a beautiful damsel.”

“Oh, stop it. We could have died!” You gently whacked his chest before Hal got up, helping you to your feet.

“But we didn’t. And now we have the world ahead of us, princess.” Hal’s hands cupped your cheeks, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “Sorry, I couldn’t wait.”

“You can have a lot more kisses when we get out of here,” you smiled, body in a world of pain, but it didn’t matter. Your heart was content.

“Then let’s not waste time. I’m impatient to taste your sweet lips again, princess,” Hal said cheekily, grabbing your hand and beginning to sneak you through the castle grounds.

“I’m not a princess anymore. I renounce it,” you whispered to him, ducking behind a barrel when a knight walked past.

Hal’s eyes twinkled in the moonlight. “Ah, but you’re still my princess. The ruler of my heart.”

“You’re a sap.” You took a deep breath as you reached the edge of the property. From here, it was the open world. “I’m scared.”

“Me too. But the fear will guide us. We’ll get through this.” Hal kissed the back of your hand.

Hal pulled out a silk scarf from his back pocket, your eyes widening at the beautiful floral pattern. “Hal. How did you afford this?”

“Years of workin’, princess.”

The soft material was looped around your neck, covering your scarred skin and protecting it from the elements.

Hal secured it, his touch gentle and full for adoration, before you snuck through a hole in the castle walls.

Unbeknownst to both of you, King Lee watched from above, arms crossed with a smug look on his face. Freedom would not come without a fight. Nothing was ever that easy.

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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Kinktober 2021, Day 31: Double Vaginal Pentration

Summary: You and Hall were just innocently chasing each other

Pairings: Hal Carter X Reader X Jimmy Dobyne

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, PIV sex, unprotected sex, fingering, double fingering, double vaginal penetration, spit, a tiny bit of degradation, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.5K

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You sit on the tree limb next to Hal. Leaning over to rest your head on his shoulder. The forbidden love that your mother had warned you about right at your finger tips, and you couldn’t get enough. If the two of you were ever caught, you know the talk of the town would be severe. But neither of you cared.

He playfully pushes you off of him, before jumping off the branch. His long toned legs racing through the field, and his unbuttoned shirt billows through the wind. Neither of you had taken the time to fully dress after a quick skinny dip in the pond.

Followed by the sweetest love making on the dock. His disheveled hair dripping down on you, only caused you to moan even louder up at him.

“If you catch me, I’ve got a big surprise for you,” he yells out behind him. His bare feet taking him in the direction of the barn.

“That’s not fair! You got a head start, Hal! Wait up.”

He stops a moment, feigning the need to catch his breath. Making sure his shirt is spread wide so you can see the deep hills and valleys of his sculpted stomach. “Come on, Mouse. You can do better than,” he screeches, as you reach out to almost grab him. His body jolts towards the barn, and he slinks in towards the door.

Standing there mocking you almost catching him, “Since you didn’t succeed, I think you need to give me a surprise.”

“What did you have in mind, stud,” placing your hand on his shoulder, you run it down the expanse of his abs. Feather light touches heating his skin up. You cup his bulge; leaning forward to bite on his puffy bottom lip when you see another step out of the shadows.

Normally Hal would have jumped in front of your body to shield you, but instead he has a devilish grin, as his friend, Jimmy Dobyne, steps closer. “Well, well, well. Didn’t imagine seeing the preacher’s daughter caught in a compromising position with the farmhand. Howdy do, Miss Mosley. How’s Pastor Mosley’s sermon coming along for tomorrow?”

“Jimmy, maybe,” you begin biting your lip. “Maybe we don’t mention this?”

His gaze sweeps down your body, making note of your hardened peaks shining through your damp shirt, “I think you might have forgotten some of your clothes, miss.”

“Hal?” you plead up at him. While Hal skipped the service typically, Jimmy was always present. He could easily tell your secret. “If my father finds out…I’ll be sent away. Impure. I won’t be suitable for marriage.”

“Oh, sweet Mouse, I’m sure Jimmy will keep our secret.”

“It’ll come at a cost,” your eyes go misty as he steps closer to you. His hand skimming down your side, before he pulls your hip into him. “I just think I deserve a taste of that sweet nectar that Hal can’t stop talking about. Said that you’re more delectable than any fruit.”

Looking up at your lover he gives you a nod, but you shake your head clinging tighter to Hal, “What if it’s a joint thing. It’s not wrong if you’re fucking me, too. Didn’t you tell me that your light once burned for Jimmy Dobyne? Look at him, his cock is twitching in his trousers. It could be fun. And daddy doesn’t have to know.”

Jimmy’s hand moves up your body, settling on your tit as his thumb circles over your buds. Leaning forward, his lips ghost open mouth kisses all down the expanse of your neck, and you feel your hips start to grind into him. “She’s responsive,” he hums, taking a moment to admire you desperate need for friction.

“Mouse, you gonna let Jimmy fuck you, too?”

“No one knows about this?” you genuinely ask, because this could ruin your family.

“Not a soul,” the both of them promise as Jimmy walks to board the barn up from the inside. “Of course,” the other boy begins, “I can’t promise people won’t hear you scream.”

“Stop it, Dobyne. My little Mousie is just a sweet girl. But in time, you’ve molded your cunt to my cock haven’t you?”

You give him a nod as his hands remove your dress, and Jimmy lets out a soft moan when your body gets exposed to him. His hands explore your soft curves, while Hal captures his mouth with yours. Immediately dominating your mouth, pushing his tongue into yours to taste your sweet sounds.

Randomly he looks down at Jimmy who continues his study of your body. Leaning forward before circling your nipple with his mouth. Yipping into Hal’s mouth with the sensation, but your body again, reacts.

Arching your back into him. Hal’s hand travels down your front, dipping under you panties, and you chirp at the sensation.

“Uh-uh, I wanna feel,” Jimmy coos, his own hand slipping down with Hal’s.

Already feeling full with your boyfriend’s two fingers, but Jimmy doesn’t care, he slips in two of his own, and your body bucks at the sensation. Yelping and pulling yourself back, to stare down at the two of them.

“You wanna see don’t cha, sweet Mouse. You gotta watch those sweet preacher’s daughters,” with one swift movement, he has your panties ripped off of you, and you gaze at the two of their fingers pumping into you. Jimmy grabs at your leg, urging Hal to do the same. And everyone stares at those four thick digits cramming into your cunt.

“I’ve got the best idea,” Jimmy states, his mouth starting to kiss on your face, and you like it. The both of their hands soaked with your juices. “Have you ever taken two cocks?” you shake your head rapidly, leaning over on Hal.

“Come on, let’s see how much this pretty pussy will stretch. Add another finger.”

The both of them enter in a third finger, leaving you spread eagle, and your walls stretched tight. “Fuck, you can take it. I know you can, Mouse. Do this for me, and not only will I not say what you and Hal have been doing, but I promise you’ll be begging to do this again.”

“Mouse, it’ll be fun, baby. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you,” his curiosity gets the best of him, and he wants to feel and see this.

“Hal, lay down. This sweet Mousey is going to lay on your back, so I can fuck her from the front.”

Hal does as he’s told, and you sink down over him. Giving a quick show to Jimmy as you bounce over top of him. With a smirk up to him, you lean back, and he sees your glorious hole take all of Hal. His hips pushing him up into you. “What’re your waiting for Jimmy?” your voice sultry and now just as ready as the men.

He pushes you to fully lay back on Hal’s hard chest, his arms circling your body. The pressure of his embrace comforting you. Jimmy moves to stand in between your legs, and he watches your wet heat suck his best friend in, and he spits a line of salvia to your entrance.

He slaps his angry cock on your clit, the three of your arousal mixing together, and he spits at your spread pussy again. “Jimmy, baby, just do it.”

“Such a needy little whore, isn’t she?” he smirks. His blunt head poking at your tight little hole. Hal stills his moments as Jimmy tries to stretch you out. Pushing through your entrance, when he finally breaks through.

Your whimper echos in the barn, but both you and Hal nod, coaxing him to go deeper. Jimmy doesn’t stop his descent until he’s balls deep, and you lose all sense of reality. Cunt stretched impossibly tight, but the feeling of a warm fullness overwhelms you.

Jimmy waits until your breathing evens out, and he stabs into you. Slow steady thrusts, and you speak in a nonsensical tongue. Just relishing in the feeling of being used. The feeling of having two men take you apart, and still your body accommodates both of them.

Jimmy’s eyes never leave where the three of you become one. Your juices making a sloppy mess as it leaks onto Hal’s ball sack, and you can’t wait to clean him off with your sinful mouth.

“Grab her hips, and fuck her,” Hal grunts. “I don’t want to cum until I see how tight these walls clench around us. Mouse, you look beautiful like this. Animalistic,” he stops when your sweet sounds ring out into the barn. Sobbing out their names, and your fingers grip down on Jimmy’s forearms as he barrels into you.

Those desperate mewls a symphony to the two of them. Eyes rolling into the back of your head as you see stars in your vision. Your orgasm jolting you like a strike of lighting. And you don’t know who came with you, and who was shortly after, but the added warmth and fullness makes you cry. Feeling the three of your cream ooze out of your womb, but no one wants to pull out. “Well, that was unexpected,” Jimmy sighs.

“I told you, he’d fall for it, Mouse. How’d that pussy feel, buddy? Like I said, she is the nastiest little thing.”

“Mouse? More like a minx, you filthy little slut,” he pulls out of you, helping you to sit up on your knees.

Hal’s softening cock flops out of you, as their seed drops out. Not one to waste it, you gather some up with your fingers only to suck each one dry. “I think I need a repeat. My brain just forgot what happened.”

“Maybe next time someone gets my ass.”

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imaginedreamwrite · 2 years

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Becca: “She’s my friend, she went through a bad breakup. Don't flirt with her.”

Bucky, immediately introduces himself when city girl arrives:

Hal, can’t resist a pretty girl: “How can you expect me not to flirt? Look at her!”

Steve, seeing the prettiest girl he’s ever laid eyes on:

Ari, picks her up and moves her out of the way like she weighs literally nothing: “Sorry, sunshine. Can’t have ya getting hurt.”

#reverse harem #Hal carter x reader #Bucky Barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #Ari Levinson x reader

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rookthorne · 1 year

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𝐅𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐘'𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓

2/1 ⋮ CLOSER | @sgt-seabass

Bucky Barnes x Reader

CEO!AU 》 Smut

I have no words but 🥵😵‍💫🫠 (X)

4/1 ⋮ UNTITLED | @thenhewaswrongaboutme

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

YHHMSGM 》 Smut

Bucky should know better by now for goodness sakes! 🤣 (X)

4/1 ⋮ FORBIDDEN FRUIT | @duckybarnes1917

Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

DBF!AU 》 Fluff, Smut

I feel like this fic was tailor made for me, which isn’t the truth, but you nailed every single one of my fucking weaknesses and I am weak. Please keep killing me. (X)

4/1 ⋮ TAKE MY BREATH AWAY | @buckycuddlebuddy

Bucky Barnes x Reader

DILF!Neighbour!Pornstar!AU 》 Fluff, Smut

↳ Chapter 1 ✦ Fluff, Smut

My jaw is on the floor - the tension was beautifully written and I literally cannot get enough! 😵‍💫 (X)

4/1 ⋮ BLACK CROWN | @sgt-seabass

Hal Carter x Reader

Royal!AU 》 Dark, Angst, Fluff,

A beautiful and poetic punch to the guts that I will devour over, and over again! 😭 (X)

𝐍/𝐀

12/1 ⋮ FIGHT ME | @mystrana

Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Medical!AU 》 Fluff

One of my most favourite fics I have ever read. It cannot get better than this. (X)

I just want to apologise to the writers that I said I would read this month, it has been hectic and quite a hellish couple of weeks with my health - and it doesn't help I got quite a bit tunnel visioned with my energy towards my own writing. I will try to make up for it next month. 💗

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saiyanprincessswanie · 2 years

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SaiyanPrincessSwanie - Reading List Week 106

Welcome to Week 106

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal boosting them. Author is listed next to title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community. 💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

My Masterlist click HERE

Please make sure you are reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old.These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

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I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Civil War Brooklyn - Chp 13 - (Steve x Reader x Bucky) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Our Dream, Your Nightmare - Part 3 (Finale) - (Steve x OFC) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Brothers in Arms Part 4 - (Ransom x Reader, Steve x Reader) - @wiypt-writes

Why Don't You Stay - (Jake “Hangman” x Reader) - @writercole

Hostile Takeover - Part 2 - (Lloyd x Reader) - @darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor

Demons - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Alpha Steve Drabble - @angrythingstarlight

Surrender - (Ari x Reader) - @syntheticavenger

Beautiful Crime - (Mr Freezy x Reader) - @the-iceni-bitch

Not The Wife - @writercole

Your Filthy Heart - Part 8 - (Bucky x Reader) - @sweeterthanthis

Forget Me Not - (Chris x Reader) - @labella420

It's Meant to Feel That Way | Part IV - (Andy x Reader) - @writerwrites

Let Her Talk - @writercole

Heaven (won’t) Help You - Part 5 - (Bucky x Reader) - @musingsinmoonlight

Glimpse of You - (Ari x Reader) - @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

A Proper Welcome - Part 2 - (Hal x Reader x Bucky) - @navybrat817

Go Back - (Jake S. x Reader) - @writercole

Discovering - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Riding Lessons - (Bucky x Reader) - @gogolucky13

Angry Kitten (3) - @holylulusworld

Allegedly Extinct - (Stephen x Reader x Tony) - @ironlady1993

Runaway Baby - (Lloyd x Reader) - @ironlady1993

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navybrat817 · 2 months

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🥰 - Send some fluff about a fictional character

Thinking about gift giving with Hal Carter. Neither of you is rich but you gift each other the most meaningful, homemade gifts.

Hal has a cupboard in his workshop where he keeps the things you give him. Whenever he's having a bad day, he opens up the cupboard and goes through the items, remembering how much you love him, and his day gets better.

-Zombie

Oh, I love this so much.

And Hal. Our beautiful, loving man. He wants to give you the good life so badly. He wishes he could give you a bigger house. A nicer car. The pretty jewelry he sees in the shops, but can't buy you. So he goes for a job interview in the hopes of giving you more.

He doesn't get the job. His charm always gets him in the door, but someone better always comes along. It's always the same.

When he loosens the tie, he tries not to think about the disappointment and that he couldn't do better for you. He goes to his cupboard with a sigh and feels a smile touch his lips when he opens it, his fingers skimming the objects. Every item in there has a special place in his heart, memories that the two of you created together. They remind him that he's doing something right.

Your house isn't the biggest, but there's a roof over your head. The car isn't the fanciest, but it takes you where you need to go. And your jewelry may not be the shiniest, but he worked hard to put a ring on your finger.

So when you come up behind him and hug him from behind, he isn't as upset as he was before when he says, "I didn't get the job, baby. I'm sorry. I really wanted it for you." "Don't be sorry," you say. You turn him so he faces you and the love in your eyes is almost enough to get him down on one knee and ask you to marry him all over again. "You're still the best man I know."

His chest puffs with pride. "You're really not upset? I just wish I was enough to-"

You cut him off with a tender kiss, refusing to let him belittle himself and the wonderful life he gave you. "We have each other. That's all we need."

He had you and that made him the richest man in the universe.

Love and thanks! ❤️

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thezombieprostitute · 5 months

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Last Christmas

A/N: Written for Vee's Holly Jolly Challenge. (@sstan-hoe).

Warnings: Attempts at coercion.

Prompts: Nick Fowler - the song Last Christmas. The lyrics included will be written in bold purple font.

Summary: You should've known better. Of course he's still in love with her.

“What the hell is this,” Nick forcefully places the paperwork on your desk.

You look it over quickly and respond, “it’s my request for a transfer.”

“But why,” he seethes. His jaw is tight and his body is tense. He clearly feels betrayed but that just makes your own hurt feel more justified.

“Nick,” you sigh, “you really don’t remember what happened at the Christmas party last week?”

Nick crossed his arms, “I remember you and me doing a lot of kissing in my office. Would’ve taken you home if you didn’t run out on me. I thought we were solid. We’ve only been dating a couple weeks, but we’ve been friends for a lot longer.”

“You really don’t remember,” you shake your head as you fight the urge to cry. “When we were in your office, you called me by her name.” Nick freezes at that and you continue, “I also thought we were solid. Enough so that I gave you my heart. But when you can’t let go of her, I guess I was a shoulder to cry on and nothing more. Even if you don’t want it, I need this transfer for me. To save me from tears if nothing else.”

Nick grabs the paperwork and promises to get your transfer approved as he walks out, leaving your office colder than it was before.

It’s been a few months and you’ve really settled into your work. You can definitely understand why the role of manager for the Research and Development Department has such a high turnover rate. Everyone working here requires a different management style, a different level of understanding and guidance. Most managers stick to one style for everyone, but that’s clearly not what’s needed here and you’ve really gotten the hang of what your researchers need from you.

One thing that everyone could agree on was that they needed more space so you were able to work out a construction contract. The first day you met the foreman, Hal Carter, you were taken aback. You’d bought into the stereotypes of construction guys being on the sexist side (catcalling and whatnot) but he was polite, never talked down to you and always took your concerns seriously. He was quite the flirt, though. Pretty much every woman at the office had been winked at and complemented to no end. But no HR complaints came from it so at your weekly updates you just asked him to be careful with your employees and left it there.

You were doing really well in your job, your new life, when the surprise inspection came. Led by Nick. One look and you knew you weren’t over him but you would keep your distance. Once bitten and twice shy you’d make sure to keep professional. Taking Nick and his team on the rounds, you were grateful for your employees helping you out. A crowded room, friends with tired eyes but they did their best to make sure you (and their funding) would continue.

After the inspection you practically ran to your office to catch your breath. You didn’t notice Nick following you.

“Are you hiding from me,” he asks quietly. His wintry-blue eyes boring into your soul.

“I’m hiding from you and your soul of ice,” you confess. “I ask you to give me distance, to get my heart right again, and then you just waltz right in without warning. I thought you were someone to rely on.”

“During the rounds, I kept my distance, but you still catch my eye.”

“I know what a fool I’ve been, but if you kissed me now, I know you’d fool me again.”

Nick walked towards you, moving in for the kiss that you weren’t sure you really wanted, but he was interrupted by Hal coming into the office with donuts and coffee.

“Oh, sorry,” Hal faltered. He looked at you, “I’d heard you had an inspection of some kind, figured you could use a pick-me-up. Goodness knows your cookies help me and the crew when the building inspectors come around.”

You smile warmly at him, grateful that he broke Nick’s spell over you. “Thank you, Hal! It’s just what I needed. Care to join me? Nick was just on his way out.”

Nick gave you an icy glare before walking out. As soon as you saw him walk out of the building, you allowed yourself to collapse into your office chair. Hal set down the food on your desk and admitted he had been listening to your conversation.

“I was going to wait until you were done with whatever meeting you were in, but I heard a few things that made me worry about you. Given your reaction, I’m guessing I was right about you needing some help?”

You nod appreciatively, sipping at the coffee. “Thank you, Hal. I almost made a serious mistake. Again.”

“I’m happy to help,” he assures. “You’re a good person and I like helping out good people.”

You snort, “given what I’ve seen and heard you just like helping out women.”

He gives you a shy half-smile, “that’s partially true. I like helping people smile, brightening their day. You never know when someone just needs a compliment to help them keep going. Yeah, I’m a huge flirt. Yeah, it’s nice for my own ego. But, for me, it’s just a way of being nice. Oh, and don’t worry about my ego getting too big. My crew helps me with that.” That last note makes you chuckle and you’re genuinely feeling more relaxed than you thought you would.

“Well,” you grinned, “you definitely helped me smile today. Thank you for that.”

Around August the construction project was finally wrapping up. You knew several people who were going to miss Hal and his crew. Especially when they went shirtless for a minute or two in the summer heat. Even you would occasionally indulge, smiling shyly the times Hal caught you looking. Your face would heat up in embarrassment but he never judged you or made fun of you for it. You were really going to miss him and your weekly meetings.

It was at your last meeting with him when you noticed Hal acting fidgety, almost nervous. You ask him if he’s okay and gives you a shy smile you’ve never seen before.

“Um,” he starts, “I…well, with the construction done…I was, um, would…wouldyougooutwithme?”

You blink a few times, not fully sure of what’s going on. “Hal,” you hesitated, “are you asking me out on a date?”

Hal nods, “I didn’t wanna ask while we were kinda working together. You said you’d never date a coworker again and I didn’t want to risk being that. But getting to know you, I…I’d really like to take you out some time.” He still wasn’t able to meet your eyes.

“Why are you acting so shy?”

“Because flirting is one thing. Asking out someone that I genuinely want to be with? That’s…that’s scary stuff.” He looks into your eyes and you’re taken aback. You see the face of a lover with a fire in his heart. You see someone special.

“I’d love to go out with you.”

It’s the company Christmas party and, despite the crowd, Nick has never felt more alone. He knows you’re going to be here and he keeps watching for you. You’re not hiding from him, but he doesn’t seem to see you. You’ve been doing well and coming into your own. You’ve received nothing but love and support from Hal. You’re finally getting the warmth and care you’ve needed and growing.

Nick seems to give up and walks to his office. You follow quietly. As the door clicks shut, his eyes shoot up and you give him a gentle smile.

“Do you recognize me? Well, it’s been a year, it doesn’t surprise me.”

“You look so beautiful,” he whispers. “More beautiful than I ever gave you credit for. Now I know what a fool I’ve been. I got you something. I wrapped it up and sent it with a note saying, “I love you”. Did you receive it?”

“Yes, Nick,” you smile sadly. “I got the necklace.”

“I want you to know, I meant it, when I wrote that.” His frosty blue eyes scan you, looking for the necklace, unsure of why you don’t look happy about the gift.

“You never actually listened to me,” you shake your head. “If you did, you’d know I never liked gold and diamonds. That was her.” You place the gift box on his desk and stand firm, “I need you to stop sending me gifts and notes like this. Now I’ve found a real love, you’ll never fool me again.”

“But-” Nick tries to respond, you see genuine sadness and loneliness but you stop him before he can try to get you to cave.

“Last Christmas I gave you my heart,” you shake your head, putting a hand between the two of you so he can’t get closer. “You tore me apart. But I’ve healed and grown past. Maybe you should try that as well.”

With that, you turned around and left his office. A year ago you fled the room in tears. Now you’re walking out with your head held high. Last year you were left cold and shaken. Now you’re surrounded by warmth and comfort.

#vee's holly jolly challenge #nick fowler x reader #hal carter x reader #ex!nick fowler #nick fowler christmas #hal carter fluff #nick fowler #hal carter

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onceuponastory · 2 years

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shades of blue - hal carter x reader

Plot: Loving Hal Carter was all the colours of the rainbow. Especially blue. Pairing: Gardener!Hal Carter x Female!Reader Warnings: Very slight, implied smut with Hal and Reader. It’s blink and you’ll miss it, but still: 18+ only please. Notes: My first Hal Carter fic is here! Thank you to @late-to-the-party-81, who beta read this for me!

Y/N always used to see her life in shades of grey.

Boring.

Then again, that was because she spent every week of her life at country clubs and dinner parties with her stepfather and her mother, both of them searching for a dull, rich husband so Y/N could continue the cycle.

How could it not be boring?

But then, she met her family’s new gardener, Hal Carter, and Y/N’s world became filled with colour, because being loved by Hal was like every colour in the rainbow.

Red was for the excitement of sneaking around behind her family’s back without being caught, because god forbid a rich girl finds love with someone below her standing. It was for the passionate nights they shared, screaming each other's names over and over, not caring who heard them. Red was also the colour that Hal’s cheeks turned when Y/N walked past him wearing a sundress exposing just the right amount of skin. It was also the colour of lipstick she wore the first time he took her out on a date…that also ended up covering Hal’s cheeks and neck.

Orange and yellow were for the sunny days she spent in the garden, watching Hal as he worked. They were for the afternoons spent laying together amongst the grass and flowers, spending time in each other’s presence as the sun warmed their skin and bones. And those colours signified the happiness Y/N and Hal felt when they could be together. Together, both were free to be in love with each other. With Hal, she could be herself without fear of judgement from her family or peers.

Similarly, green was for the garden, one of Hal’s favourite places to be. Green was also for the flowers Hal gave her, bouquets of different varieties and sizes filling her room, all full of colour. Just like the life Hal gave to her.

Pink was for her and Hal’s romantic love, and the compassion and reassurance they gave to each other. Y/N promised Hal that she loved him despite his inability to provide for her as much as her rich peers could. Hal told her she was worth more than how her family treated her. Pink was for the soft kisses Hal gave her on her cheeks, nose and lips. And it was for the promises he gave her - he’d take her away from this life, and that they’d live happily together forever.

Black was the colour of the night sky that she and Hal were under when they had to say goodbye before her family came home. Both of them tried to draw out more time with the other, even though they knew doing so could result in them being caught. But neither of them cared. Black was the colour of many of her elegant evening gowns. The same ones that Hal took off of her almost every night, the sensation of his skin brushing against hers sending shivers across her entire body. It was also the colour of the seats of Hal’s car, the ones her fingernails scratched every time Hal thrust into her.

But most of all, loving Hal was blue. The blue of his eyes that sparkled so brightly every time he saw her. He was wearing a blue shirt the first time they met. The blue of his jeans that she wanted to peel off of him every time she saw him. Blue for the peace that being with Hal gave to Y/N.

And blue was for the feeling of despair Y/N and Hal had when her mother and stepfather discovered their relationship. It was blue for the pain of Hal being fired and sent far away from her. For all the tears she cried over him, and the guilt she felt for not standing up for him enough. The pair of eyes she’d never see again were blue. Blue was for how empty she felt without having him beside her.

But, as Y/N’s world faded back to grey without Hal, something arrived that changed everything.

Blue was for the stamp in the corner of Hal’s letter, telling her he never stopped loving her and that if she felt the same, to come find him. She packed a blue suitcase to leave her old life and start again with Hal. Blue was for the something blue she wore at her and Hal’s wedding day. Blue was for the colour of their new home, and the colour of their new baby’s nursery.

And blue was for the colour of the sky each new day Y/N and Hal spent together.

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Taglist: @navybrat817, @jobean12-blog, @beach-daydreaming, @hallecarey1

#look is anyone surprised by this point. you give me a mostly shirtless seb stan character and expect me not to love him?#sounds fake but okay!#hal carter x reader #Hal Carter x you #Hal Carter #picnic broadway

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biteofcherry · 1 year

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Whips?

I like a good impact play, but on a rather mild level. So whips occasionally are okay, but not too often and not too hard.

Now whips are something one of the Doms at Ruby Gardens can be into. I don't see it for Andy, nor for Steve, but Ari or Lloyd? Lloyd would be more of a sadist with it, so if you like a good bite of pain and crying then he's your guy. Ari uses it more to be a tease and to punish you. Or perhaps another Dominant there? Yes, I can see it happening.

Oh! And you know who else? Hal Carter. Idk why, but I can see that man knowing how to rope a calf and how to use a whip on your responsive body.

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#kink rating ask #hal carter x reader #ari levinson x reader #lloyd hansen x reader

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the-iceni-bitch · 1 year

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Taste of a Sweeter Life

Kinkmas Day 7: Food Play

Relationship: contractor!Hal Carter x baker!fem reader (himbo and honey, NLLYL AU)

Words: ~900

Summary: Hal is sorry for being so clumsy.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, kinda rough sex, wet and messy, implied f receiving oral sex) established relationship, Hal is so cute, and big, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: HAL!!! The man is so soft for his girl and in general oh my god.

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The cake looked so beautiful. You couldn’t stop grinning at your work, it hadn’t taken nearly as long as you’d thought it would. All beautiful frosted towers and spun sugar and delicate little iced flowers and ugh, you were a genius. Not even for a special occasion, just a Saturday. It needed to go on your Instagram, you were going to have to be so careful moving it to the dining room so you could get the best light.

So, so careful. Tiptoeing and barely breathing and smiling to yourself when you almost made it through the foyer…

“Honey! The ducks are back!” Hal had the longest day and all he wanted was to see you and give you kisses and go feed the little ducks that came to your pond every year, then sit with you in his lap and play with you a little bit while you watched the sun go down through your big windows. “Where are you?”

“Hal…”

He didn’t like the yelp you let out when he opened the door, worried he’d gotten too excited and smacked you in the face with the reclaimed wood. It was hard not to get excited whenever he thought about seeing you, though, but he needed to remember to go a little slower and take stock of his surroundings.

“Baby? Are you okay?” Hal practically slammed the door closed and sucked in a harsh breath when he saw you standing there. “Oh no.”

“My cake.” The pout on your face was pathetic but absolutely adorable and cut with playfulness, your hands dropping to your sides with the now empty platter while you looked at the mess that was covering our torso. “I worked so hard.”

Hal felt bad, he felt so bad, honestly. He knew how much you loved your special projects. But you were standing there, wearing nothing but one of his old t-shirts, with your cake smeared all over your perfect tits and soaking through the thin fabric so he could see everything.

You looked delicious.

“I’m sorry.” His voice was low and husky while he stared at you, making your gaze snap to his and your head swim when you saw how dark his eyes were for you. “Honey, lemme fix it.”

“Wait, Hal!” You squealed when he scooped you up like it was nothing and hauled you into the dining room, making you drop the platter with a clang while you laughed delightedly as he mouthed at your neck. “Your clothes…”

“Shush, I can wash them.” He dropped you on the table and growled when you stretched and writhed underneath him, ripping his shirt off and undoing his jeans in a rush while he slid his hips between your thighs. “Gonna eat you up while I fuck you, honey.”

“O-okay.” Like you didn’t get wet as soon as he walked through the door, whining when he tore your panties off and thrust inside you without warning while he started dragging his tongue over your messy tits. “Fuck.”

Hal just hummed his agreement while he sucked the cake and frosting off your chest as he drove his hips against yours wildly, gripping your curves and biting you gently while your sweet little cunt clenched and gushed around him. He sucked your nipples greedily through the shirt until he could feel them stiffen and peak for him, nuzzling at your breasts before kissing his way back up to your face.

“That’s… ah shit, is that a new recipe?” Hal groaned when you licked some of the frosting off his face even as you wrapped your legs around his hips, breathing heavily and grabbing the edge of the table so he could grind into you nice and deep. “It tastes so good.”

“It’s, mmm…” you sucked on his bottom lip and moaned when he slammed his cock into that perfect, deep spot, sliding your hands along his cheeks then down his back while he rubbed his nose against yours. “Ginger pear.”

“Delicious.” His tongue slid between your lips, his breath leaving him in soft grunts every time his hips met yours while he felt you getting closer. “God, you’re fucking perfect.”

You didn’t get a chance to agree when he propped his knee on the table and hit you so deep you could feel him in your throat, your mouth dropping open with a loud whine as he dragged his tongue along the frosting on your jaw before sucking on your ear. Hal wound his arms around you and pressed you impossibly close when you came suddenly, growling when your pussy clenched around him so hard he couldn’t even move as you creamed all over him and your body shook. He could never last long when you came on his cock, biting your shoulder gently and giving slow, deep rolls of his hips while his dick throbbed and swelled and filled your tight little cunt to the brim.

“Hal, fuck.” You could hardly breathe even once you came down, panting heavily while he kept kissing and licking your neck and chest as your body sagged underneath his. “There’s cake everywhere, Jesus.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He gave you a soft peck on the lips and grinned crookedly while he stood up over you and leaned on his arms, pulling out slowly and groaning when you just lay there all splayed open for him. “I wonder what you taste like with frosting…”

#natalie writes #natalie’s kinkmas 2022 #no love like your love au #himbo and honey #hal carter #hal carter x female reader #hal carter x y/n #hal carter x you #hal carter x reader #hal carter fluff #hal carter smut #sebastian stan #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan character #eighteen and over #eighteen plus

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