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It's late, very late for a work night, but you really needed to destress, and that after work always helped. The music was playing softly on the background until Layla turned it up just a little bit. She came out of the kitchen carrying a tray of snacks, carefully balancing it on one hand.

Marc was carrying the mattress from the bedroom to the living room, carefully placing it in the middle so all three of you could fit. He expertly placed the fitted sheet along with three blankets and some pillows, making a joke about how they never seemed to be enough for his girls.

You walk on the mattress and properly plop down with a thumb giggling all the way. Needing the comfort and presence of your loving partners after a long stressful week. Layla places the tray on the couch as Marc comes laying down next to you.

"How should we spend our lovely evening?"

"We had what we do right before you broke the tv!" You said glaring at Marc who had accidentally let the bunny eat the cords. Accident is wrong cause the kept saying 'aw look how cute his little teeth are!'

"Not broken, just need a little... do over"

"We need a new one."

"Exactly do over."

"That's not a do-over."

"Slight reconstruction."

"We need a new one!"

"A cord....we need a new cord..."

"You can't fix it!"

"I know a guy...."

"Marc, you don't know shit. We need a new one!"

"Shut up, both of you."

Layla shook her head before sitting on the couch annoyed with your shared bickering.

"I'm thinking either sharing ghost stories or...." You cut off Marc and shook your head.

"I'm not getting up from the bed, no truth or dare or anything psychical, " you retorted and pulled a blanket over you. Layla laughed as she poured drinks into glasses.

"I'm game for anything honestly. But ghost stories...You know I got the best..." She winked at Marc and he nodded his head.

"Very well, ghost stories it is."

And thus a lovely night soon turned scary.

Billy was always the determined type so when he picked you up from work and took you to the bookstore to pick whatever you wanted you knew that a simple gift wasn't enough for him.

You browsed through the sections and ended up lingering on the classics sections. He instructed you to pick five books and so you did. You placed them in his hands and waited outside by the car for him. Once out he took you to a restaurant for some late lunch/early dinner and then you were off to his place.

He lived in a luxury apartment in upstate New York and one of your favourite things to do was just to stare outside at the big city skylines. He seemed to be doing some work while you were sitting on the couch freshly showered wearing one of his t-shirts and reading one of the books you picked.

He came by with a smirk on his face as he watched you. The tall man observed you for a bit before he came closer and instructed you on his lap cuddling you, soon enough the cuddling turned to more, Billy not really keeping his hands to himself.

Next thing you know he has you rubbing yourself against his clothed hard-on while he's listening to your reading aloud. He fumbles with his belt and pants until he frees his cock and pushes your panties to the side sliding it right in. The sun had long been set as he looked up at you with a smile.

"Read for me..." He whispered, his lips digging into your neck, struggling to hold on to your book.

"Billy...." You breathed out feeling him occupying your walls so deliciously, you hadn't seen him for three days and you were getting needy yourself.

"Read." He said again before biting your neck. You groaned as you placed the book against the back of the couch and continued reading aloud.

He continued kissing and teasing your neck, loving and feeling the vibrations of your voice chords as he wrapped his hands tightly on your waist not allowing you to go anywhere.

You came to a halt as the pleasure was getting a little too much for you but he only tilted his head to scold you.

"Don't stop until you finish your chapter."

"There are no chapters in this book!" You protested cursing the days you chose this particular book.

"Sucks for you." He chuckled and kissed you again on your neck possesively. "I wanna know how this plays out." You groaned louder as you continued reading aloud.

You were in for a long night.

A very long night.

"Spread your legs wider. "

He commands and you can't help but obey looking at him with a heavy sigh as you curse the day you chose to wear leggings instead of a skirt. But you had no idea that you'd run into him on the other side of town or that he'd be immediately into ruining you.

You only wanted to stop by for a quick hi, how are you, a very pleasant pleasantry but that wasn't his plan. It was like his mind was already set on teasing you and that's what he did when he grabbed you and kissed you hungrily against the wall roaming his hands all over your body causing you to get so wet in a short amount of time.

Then he changed his tune as he rubbed his hand over your core kissing your neck teasingly until he stopped and placed you on the couch. Yet he had no inquisition to finish this.

"Like this?" You asked with a smirk as you spread your legs as wide as you could on the couch of the ice cream shop. People outside could look in if they wanted to and Chucky was right there behind the counter doing god knows what.

"That's good. But I'm sure you can do better."

You groaned as you tried to spread them more putting your hands behind your back in the process, your chest puffing out.

"Is that alright, daddy?" You asked with another smile wondering how long he'd torture you for knowing very well he wouldn't touch you. Not when he was busy with the club.

"Good. Now stay like this until I return." He said buttoning up his jacket. The smile on your face dropped and he only chuckled as he opened the glass door and shut it behind him. You silently watched him as he got on his bike, started it and put it on his helmet taking one final look at you before he drove off.

Now maybe you should have stayed at home.

"Be quiet."

Thor scoffs as he gently moves his hand over your thigh, tenderly caressing it before bringing his large palm over your ass once more. With a loud thumb echoing through his royal chambers, he quickly brings his other hand to your mouth to obscure your sounds.

You turn a little to look up to him, tears in your eyes as the stinging pain settles in, your wetness soaking his velvet royal robes. You want to plead and to beg him to finally let you have him but he has long decided to play stubborn today.

He admires his work for a little while, moving his large finger over his markings on your body musing to himself. You try to adjust your body a little whimpering again but instead, he just chooses to shove his thumb inside your mouth forcing you to immediately suck on it wishing he will soon give up and have what is rightfully his.

He spanks once again and the loud hit forces you to accidentally bite which of course he finds amusing. Thor's laughter fills the room as he takes his hand from your mouth making you gasp for air immediately.

"Get up. Stand up." He commands much to your surprise. It takes you far too long to do that, your legs have long been turned to jelly and your loose cloth of a dress is way too soaked in your own juices which only makes for a messy sight of a woman.

"Tell me, is that what you call an appropriate look for visiting your king?" His voice is stoic and rigid like when he is in the royal courtroom but his amused smirk obscured by his thick blonde beard betrays how amusing he finds your sight.

"Thor…" You mumble as you try to sit up straight, but the marble floor beneath you makes your feet cold and your dress is half ripped from the way he grabbed you from the safety of your own bathroom and brought you here over his shoulder like his trophy.

"Forgetting how to address your own king?" You roll your eyes as he sits back on the bed, crossing his arms together and exposing his large muscles. He looked so inviting that only made you drool.

"My king…." You muse, pronouncing each letter slowly almost chanting his royalness taking one wombly step after the other. It was time to take matters into your own hands. You carefully grabbed onto his thighs and climbed on top of him.

"I am here to entertain you for the night."

"Is that so?" Thor frowns his eyebrows together, his smirk never disappearing. "How do you hope to achieve such a heavy task?"

"Oh, I'm open to anything." You smirk in response and wrap your hands around his neck.

It was bound to be a long night of entertainment for sure.

You suddenly halt in your steps and take a deep breath, feeling a sense of relief. You notice that the sound of footsteps behind you is slow and steady, instead of the expected rush to stop you from leaving. This further confirms your decision to move on.

But this wasn't the last day.

Both of you knew that. But still, you cling on to your suitcase and place your hand on the door handle. You know he won't stop you, you know he never loved you enough to care about you other than what you could provide for him but still you want to see him on his knees begging for you like his ex-girlfriend used to beg him when you first had started seeing him.

But you were one of the many. Anytime, any day. Just another notch in his belt.

Until you weren't.

Somehow a one-night stand in a local bar turned into a year and you almost forgot how you met him. You almost forgot how much he loved treating people like toys. His light is engulfing and his smile draws you in and makes you forget. Makes you neglect yourself. And you're vulnerable. You always have been.

And even now the fights were constant, and lips crushed and crushed again until your bones were bleeding, the final straw came only last month.

"I know you want me gone." He said waving his fingers in front of his nose as if he wasn't believing his own bullshit anymore.

"I never said anything like that." You scoffed crossing your arms, you knew, right there you knew, it was time for him to move in on his next victim, maybe he got bored of you, or maybe she was smarter.

"I heard you." He slurred his words as if speaking was such a bother to him. Late October, yet early winter inside your heart.

"When you were talking to your friend the other day... on the phone." He turns to look at you. He was waiting for a moment like that, a complaint so he could justify his actions.

But you were smarter than that. You could hurt me where it would pain him the most.

His pride.

"Sorry, Tony was back in town and I must have gotten hella drunk." You spew a little lie over a concrete truth and you know it's enough to keep the wheels turning. You won't go down without a fight anyway.

He seems surprised even for a quick second that you can only tell only by observing him so much through the crowd. You knew he was talking about last week when you mentioned to your best friend Kate, how much you missed your old town and how much you couldn't stand this city anymore.

A vague thing, he loved grasping at straws.

He didn't inquire much just wished you on your merry way but when he came back to his apartment in the middle of the night he pushed you behind the door and devoured your body in a way that you feel like a masterpiece.

He always kept a score in his mind, any good thing you did for him and he'd reward you in bed, close to bed, anywhere but the bed. He never forgot.

"I've left some money in the envelope on the bed table for the next bills."

"You didn't have to do that. I can afford it all by myself."

"I know but I'm not a user." You retort and open the door, it's either freedom in the air or a deciding step at this point.

"I never said you were." He mumbles and somehow you wonder what you ever saw in him other than pretty eyes and a broken boy?

"I never said you did." You step out and you can tell he is confused, but he never paid enough attention to realize anything or to understand you. You were three steps ahead of the game always.

"Where will you stay?" His words escape him before he can control them and you know he is hurting inside.

"Somewhere." You smile and close the door. And you know It won't be long before he runs to the street to stop you, just like he did before.

But this time around you will leave cause you love doing anything he asked of you. And you'd remain the winner of the game for a long time.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Billy is big into aftercare after sex, he likes taking care of their partner, soothing their skin, applying lotion, helping them shower, and cleaning them up thoroughly, he is into taking care of his own so he wants the same treatment for his partner.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Billy's favorite body part of his is of course his cock, he is the type of guy who has given a nickname to it and always refers to his cock as a second person rather than a body part. Now as for his partner Billy is into necks, he loves kissing and caressing and watching you squirm just from the most innocent touch.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Billy truly does love cumming, he says that it's a work of an art. and god's gift to mankind to cum on your body, he does prefer cumming on you rather than inside you cause he loves watching it spread but he's never opposed to a creampie either.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Billy would never directly tell you because he loves not losing control but he loves it when you take care of him, like praising him, telling how good he's doing, it just makes him go harder and rougher on you hearing your sweet praises. His pride though won't let him admit it because he also loves playing into the sensual dominant role as well.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Billy is one of the most experienced men in the world. He has been into women since he was a teen and knew how to chase them and make them his therefore there have been many one night stands in his life, some longer than one night and some multiple times a year. In short Billy has never met a woman he couldn't flirt with.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Billy loves it when you top him. He loves sitting back on the couch or the bed and watching you work your body on him. He will guide your hips or hold your back or your breasts helping you leverage your movements better. He is truly into the visuals and if he could he'd had you like this several times a day.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Billy is more serious than most, he loves praising you or guiding you and in a moment he might tell a joke to relax you a little but for the most part he sticks to the main part.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Billy is very much into himself therefore he takes really good care of his body with several trips to beauticians and what not so he is very well groomed and most clean.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He can get very intimate as in he loves being a romantic a heart and he loves that primal position of taking care of a woman. He loves caressing you and soothing your skin and kissing you again and again making you feel loved in the moment and watching you look at him with eyes full of love. He will whisper several i love yous in the right moment when he feels the need to.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Billy mostly likes jacking off to your pictures or videos you took together when he's away on his business trips. He loves setting up his screen to watch your pretty body or calling you to hear your sexy voice and he grunts and strokes his cock when you tell him to. He is very into masturbating together over the phone.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He is a very kinky man. There isn't any sexual position he hasn't yet tried but one of his favourites is lingerie. He loves buying you the goods himself and watching you model for him, or keeping one of your panties in his pocket.

Billy is also very very into choking you but also loves it when you choke him as well. He gets extremely aroused when you wrap your hands around his neck and squeeze and if it wasn't for his extraordinary military discipline he'd cum right there and then.

Another kink of his is temperature play, whether wax or ice or anything else he loves that slow sensual build it gives you, and loves taking his time fucking you and building up the suspense towards the main act.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Billy is the type of person who could have you anywhere and on any surface available but he's absolutely favorite is shoved up in a corner a little bit away from preying eyes because he honestly couldn't wait to get you home to fuck you. Second favourite is the car for the same reason. Then comes the bedroom only for that nice long morning fucks.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

What doesn't turn him on. Billy is a very horny man by design, because he's incredibly passionate and genuinely extremely active in all senses he rarely rests. Being in the same room with you is what drives him crazy the most, he can't spend too much time together without wanting to fuck you or thinking of how to shove you in the nearest corner. If anything you've always wondered how he can live with constantly having an almost hard-on.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Billy would never do something you didn't want to do. He is very big on boundaries and discussing kinks and what not with each other.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Billy does love giving more than receiving only cause he is such an expert with his tongue and he knows how much you also love it. Billy loves taking his time and turning into an all night activity with his shirt off cause he will get sweaty, his fingers working inside you or on your thighs and his tongue close to your cunt teasing you and working you. He also loves eating you out from the back whenever he watches you lean a little too much on the counter and he can barely help himself. Billy also likes when you ride his face whenever work stresses you a little too much.

Now as for him, he is never opposed to one although his favorite is when you want to do it while he's driving. Something about your mouth on him, your ass up with his spare hand slapping you or fingering you gives him such an insane power trip that keeps him going. Although he never would say no to a messy blowjob when he's working hard on a case.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Billy can truly be anything you need him to be. Fast or slow, he loves to build it all to keep the momentum and give you the maximum pleasure. Billy switches it up several times, going from slow to rough back to slowly kissing right before hitting the edge and back at it again. At stressful days at work he works your body like a boxing cage and on other days he works your body like a violin. It all depends on the circumstances.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He is not opposed to a quickie although he does prefer it longer. He usually goes that route during dinner parties or outings with other people. He is incapable of keeping his hands to himself even if you had fucked a minute before arriving everywhere so his option to not let other people get too suspicious is a quickie. A quick fill as he loves to call it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Billy loves experimenting, trying new things, new positions, several role play parts, trying out new toys or new ways. He is a very risky man in all aspects of his life so he makes sure his bedroom activities are also extremely adventurous.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Billy's stamina is incredible, he is the very definition of an insatiable man and therefore it's hard for him to stop. He could last a whole day teasing your denying you his cock when he feels like to but if you keep on teasing him yourself he would try his very best to please you. He always make sure you cum first regardless, but mostly he gives it all in the end.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Billy didn't had toys on his own before he met you but after he managed to build quite a collection. All of different speeds and volumes and what not, all to be used on you, when you get him his first cocksucker he almost whines about it but he does secretly use it when he's away. Now as for the cock ring he keeps it on until you tell him to take it off and he listens like the good boy he is!

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Billy loves to tease but his endgame is always to fuck so his teasing doesn't take too long to stop. He just loves watching you squirm in the moment until you beg him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Billy can ber very loud for a man, he moans and grunts and talks a lot during the act. He moans when he eats you, he grunts when he fucks you and he groans when he gets inside you. It's hard for other people not to hear you when you go at it.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Billy does love his toys. But what he loves the most is his guns. He is not one to hesitate to use it during the act once he knows he can trust you and you are about as crazy as he is. He loves taking the cool metal side up your things and teasing your entrance till he slips int inside and in the same vain he likes it when he keeps it against your neck fucking you from behind. He might like it a little bit more when he also makes you cum on it and then has you lick it clean but that's for you to find out.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Billy has a perfect adonis-like body, his military training has given him the discipline and the motivation to always keep at it so this with the combination of how well-groomed he is gives him the perfect body. Now as for his cock, he is a bit lengthy cause of his tall build and girthy enough to make you remember him forever.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Billy has an incredible sex drive because he is a constantly horny man. Even worse than a teenage boy. He is always ready for it anywhere and in any place.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Billy does sleep quickly afterward especially after having taken a shower with you and wrapping you tenderly inside his arms. He sleeps with his chin on your shoulder and drifts when your breaths match up.

Sam blinked slowly. He couldn't believe his eyes.

He couldn't react fast enough, not even with his heightened senses. You were lying on the concrete floor, your heart weakly beating, in the dead of the night. The car that hit you had long sped ahead, afraid of dealing with tragedy. That's what humans always did anyway.

Your heartbeat is getting weaker, and there's no one around. No one witnessed this crime. Sam looks around, his eyes darkened with desperation, he spreads his wings and flies to you. Close enough to see you weakly shut your eyes as the holy image of him flying to you enriches your mind. You doze off to a dream as Sam wraps his arms around you bringing your body close to his chest and engulfing you in his wings.

He could call for an ambulance, but it would be too late, they never show up on time anyway, not today not ever. He shakes his head in disbelief as he knows what he must do to save you.

Just a few drops, they would save you, just a little exchange of power could help you get strong enough to get to the hospital where you'll be treated.

It won't take more than a minute, no one will see.

Sam sinks his teeth into your lifeless neck, your heart had stopped beating a mere second ago and he wasted no more time. He was scared, of you, of your reaction of maybe losing you forever but he couldn't not even try at all.

He had this curse, this gift you could have said if it was up to you. If you knew. He had been a vampire only for a decade now, a very bad experiment gone wrong in the military so he always kept himself hidden, kept himself away from people, from pretty girls like you.

But he never thought you'd be here, looking exactly like the girl whom he knew back in kindergarten. He tried to keep away from you, he tried not to smell you, not be near you but he was drawn into you. His past emotions were so prominent inside his extra-developed brain. Full of passions and sins yet so far away. He observed you, day and night. Day was the privilege of this being an experiment, night was his primal right.

He sucks in a breath, the sweet taste of your blood is enough to drive him insane. He tries very hard to un sink his teeth from your neck and with tears in his eyes he withdraws his fangs. How does he wish he could taste you every day, every night, his brain rushed with naughty thoughts but he quickly pushed them away.

With a swift motion, he bit into his own hand and with his other hand slightly opened your mouth. With determination, he twisted his wrist so the blood would start falling into your lips. Three droplets were enough to open your eyes. Once you were conscious enough, he would run away, that was his plan to tell you that what you saw was a dream, that he was never here.

Your eyes gaze into his eyes as your heart starts beating slowly again, a slight gasp leaving your lips as the air gets back inside your lungs.

"Sam?" You ask not even slightly confused. You could have sworn he your guardian angel. You kept seeing him everywhere, you knew what that could have meant.

"Shhh. You're seeing a dream." He shushes you taking his gaze from you and withdraws his hands.

"Don't lie to me, Sam, please." You plead, suddenly the previous from before became so apparent that made your whole body ache.

Sam looked concerned as you started hurting, taking you back into his arms and trying to figure out what happened to you. Did he screw up? A few drops wouldn't be enough for a full transformation.

"It burns." You protest, your eyebrows drawn in a pained expression.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's my fault." Sam starts apologizing, guilty as ever, knowing well he managed to screw up saving you.

"No." You wince and turn your head to look at him. "Sam, please."

"I shouldn't have, I shouldn't. Goddammit."

“Look at me, look at me. I’m not hurt, okay? You didn’t hurt me.” You protest, tears in your eyes.

Sam's face winces in pain and he turns his gaze away from you.

"I'm alright, Sammy, look at me. You did good." You grab his still muscular arm and try to comfort him. His face slowly turns, afraid to face you, afraid for when you realize what is truly going on.

Suddenly you feel stronger, your mind clearer, your heart racing. "I'm alright. I'm alright." You repeat, feeling your heart beating faster.

"I'm sorry." Sam whispers and you can't catch his tears fast enough.

"I don't mind Sammy, I don't."

"We gotta be careful, we can't know for sure you won't turn."

"Will that be such a bad thing?"

"You don't know what you're signed up for."

"I'm not afraid, Sam." You say determinedly.

"It's not a good life." He protested.

"And I know you'll be right by my side to protect me. I know you will."

"I will." He confirmed, nodding his head.

"I trust you." You smile and slowly caress his face.

"I love you." He blurts out knowing at this point everything has come to light.

"I love you forever." You reply, knowing very well you no longer feel human.

Sugar daddy Sam is a bit older than you, very confident in himself, loves showcasing his love at any second, and never hesitates to present you as his woman.

He loves to gift you things, of course, he loves learning each and every unique trait that represents to you to better determine what you need. He loves to say that every want and a whim is actually a need so he never hesitates at all.

Besides getting you a whole new wardrobe for each one of your dates, (Because you need to change at least four times to know what you look good in the most) completely set with shoes and jewelry and booked nail and hair appointments, a driver with fancy limousine waiting outside your house for as long as you need, he also likes giving you a big bouquet of flowers.

Once you complain that you don't have enough vases, he starts moving on to plants. Suddenly your garden is the prettiest in the whole neighborhood.

He has so many nicknames for you, sugar, love, baby girl, sunshine, and yet his favorite one is when he calls you a good girl when you are struggling to take all of his cock inside you. No matter how many times he has done that he still finds a little trouble going too deep. Only when you whine and beg that you can do it does he let himself loose.

Now he is a busy man, so he always makes sure to coordinate your schedules to spend as much as you need but also to make sure that he doesn't demand way too much of you. He knows that the time you dedicate to him is a privilege for him. He respects your job and your love for your family, he would never want to have you only living and breathing for him. So for every holiday, he books holidays for you and your family to take you all on.

He always takes his time to dote on you, a weekend getaway here or there, a day trip down to the beach, or the rooftop of a hotel booked exclusively just for the pair of you. He likes an inside pool just as much as he likes an outside one.

His favorite memory to keep through a busy day is the image of him on to you, his chain hanging above your lips, with sweat dripping down from both of your bodies as he pounds hard inside, your breasts vibrating just for him, he has thought of asking you to get nipple piercings many times but he still hesitates a little to ask you confidently.

He dreams of his fingers inside your mouth as you are sitting comfortably next to him on his velvet couch and he always misses you when you are not around.

He keeps little reminders of you on him all the time, besides love bruises. He loves keeping a necklace you got him for his birthday with your initials tucked underneath his chains. He has your name written on his cuff links, and he keeps a pair of your panties inside the pocket of his dress suit to remind him what he can return to after a long day.

Now each morning he texts you good morning without fail, he calls you when he knows you're getting ready for work, and he tries not to distract you too much but sometimes you end up being late for work, that's what happens when your phone has such a nice camera on it and his voice just sounds sweet and sensual like that.

Most of all he is a giver, when he's with you, he wants to spend his time worshipping you, asking you how much you love him as his tongue stays close to your pussy lips while his fingers caress your skin. He loves taking his sweet time eating you out only to relax you, and because as he says it's much easier for you to focus on anything with two orgasms drawn from out of you.

Sam always smiles whenever you call him daddy outside of the bedroom setting, he loves knowing you love him this much. His favorite moniker and the only thing that makes him harder at any given second. He loves tracing your lips with his fingers as you sweetly tell him about your day and he always listens, there's no piece of information that he ever forgets.

From diamond bikinis to expensive lingerie, to luxurious faux fur with nothing underneath, he never seems uninterested, in anything you do, or anything you wear, he likes them all as long as it's you and what you want.

And when he gets a little too frustrated at work he doesn't hesitate to call you for some sort of emotional or sensual relief and whenever you are available to get whisked away to his apartment or his office he makes sure to reward you in every way possible.

And he shows up to your house the day you've decided to deep clean everything, he takes off his shirt and helps you with everything. Never was afraid to get a little dirty.

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"Just relax, sit back." You instruct the young man as he sits back on the bed looking nervously at you.

"What's your name, love?"

"Jo-Joaquin." He says shyly and shallows. "I-I've never-"

"Shhh, sh." You say opening up a bottle. "It's alright, I can take good care of you. First you can tell me what you like and I'll make sure you'll get to have it."

"I-i..." He mumbles a little looking slightly embarrassed. "E-everything. I like everything."

"Hm-hm." You nod your head looking at him as you place the bottle of lube by the bed table. "When you look at a girl, what do you notice first?"

He looks down before locking eyes again. "Definitely the behind."

"Nice, typical for a man."

"Y-yeah. Not that, you know, tits ain't nice but yeah."

"How about I sit down next to you and you can point out to me all things you like?"

"S-s-sure." You sit down next to him, your loose corset exposing your breasts to him making him immediatelly lock eyes with them.

"You can touch them, you know. All yours." Joaquin shallows hard and his eyes lighten up, with peculiar enthusiasm he cups your breasts and smiles.

"They are very soft. Very very soft."

"Yeah very easy to sleep on." Joaquin laughs and he looks so handsome like that. "How about you loosen up your belt a little bit to have more breathing space?" You point out clearly seeing the tent in his pants. He obliges and loosens the belt of his army pants.

"How about taking off your boots, pretty boy?"

"Yes, yes, of course." Once he is done he comes back to the bed just as you are running your fingers over your body and he is looking at you his mouth open. He hesitates for a moment but then he goes for it and cups your breasts again.

You know you have to play it well, one movement and he'd cum right on his dick and you want this to be pleasurable for him.

"Go ahead and loosen my strings, you want to seem them jiggle, don't you?"

Joaquin frantically nods and does as you say loosen the strings of your corset until your breasts are free, slipping on his hands. He looks at them in awe before cupping them again and squeezing them. He starts circling your nipples in awe, pinching them slightly.

"Go ahead, suck them." You encourage him and he dives right in, wrapping his lips around your nipple and sucking slowly. He looks at peace, his dick painfully pointing in his boxers. You want to suck him so bad, but he will only spill the moment your lips go near him. He reaches out inside, grabbing his length as he continues sucking on your nipple, positioning himself accordingly.

He managed to do this for ten minutes switching from nipple to nipple, making you also very wet, his hand notoriously not going anywhere else.

"Are you close, baby boy?" You ask him as begins to whine around your nipple. "Take it all off and show me your cock, baby, I wanna see." Joaquin lets go of your nipple, pushing down his pants and boxers fast, his cock, leaking pre cum sprinting fast against his stomache.

"Where do you want it?" You ask him, reaching out for his cock, only slightly touching it with the tip of your fingers as he groans at the feelings.

"T-t-tits. Please." You grab his length and begin to pump, coming closer to his cock as he begins to moan. "That's my good boy, come on, do it for me." One, two more strokes and he is cumming on your breasts, spilling white strings of cum with an incredibly whiny voice. His chest rises up and down as he tries to gain his composure.

"Lay down and once you calm a little, I got plenty more things to show you, pretty boy."

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"Easy, easy," Tony says trying to steady Felix inside the bathtub. Oscar, the other cat is growling behind the washing machine where he managed to hide.

"You really don't have to."

"No, I gotta teach them to like it, it's gonna work, you'll see."

"They might hate you for it though."

Tony turns around with a shocked expression to look at you. Felix finds his chance and escapes from his arms scratching Tony's hands in the process and runs to the washing machine.

"They already hate you." You say nonchalantly leaning against the closed door, arms crossed.

"Take it back." You shrug in response while the cats are making a choir together.

"I told you. Dry shampoo and wet towels, it works much better than getting them inside the bathtub where it's scary and watery."

"I saw so many videos and it worked."

"Not everything works. They are fine without a bath, they got their tongues."

"But I wanna bathe them." Tony pouted looking at you.

"Well, that's your problem." You shrugged and turned around to pull the doorknob. "And turn off that water." Tony obliged your commands and left the cats alone for the rest of the night.

Now it's a couple of days later and he is sitting on the couch, one kitty on his lap and he is slowly cutting their nails while watching a YouTube video.

You pause a little as you walk through the door just to take in the image of them sitting like that. You smile at yourself for how well and beautiful your life is until Oscar spots you and lets out a loud meow, frightening Felix who bites Tony's finger.

"Ouch." Tony cries as two kitties now begin to run and you can't help but laugh as you watch them creating chaos out of nothing.

"You know it's all your fault, right."

"His teeth are tiny, you had worse."

"Wow. Not even a little compassion, not even offering a little kiss for it to get better." Tony says holding up his hand for you as he begins to walk towards you.

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"Brucey..." You whine and run your fingers through his beard as he starts to look at you exasperated. He hated repeating himself yet you had gotten stupidly horny to the point where it hurt.

Now, you know he had to put work first, his scientistic discoveries and all that helped the world and made aliens happy or whatever, you honestly didn't care anymore. Instead, you just whined more and hopped on his lap in disagreement.

"Shhhh..." You halt your movements and look at him in frustration. Bruce shushes you putting one finger on your lips. "No whining."

"It's been an hour."

"And it's gonna be much more if you don't behave." You pout and throw your head on his chest, rolling your hips forward in revenge. You slowly grind against him as he is trying to type on his keyboard.

"If you never let me finish my work, you'll never get to finish either." He warned you once again and you just whined and rubbed yourself on him.

"You really don't like making things easy for yourself, do you?"

"Mmmm." You mumbled shutting your eyes and resting your chin on his shoulder squeezing him closer.

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The mall wasn't as busy as you expected it to be.

You walked slowly dressed in your favorite Sunday dress and made your way up the escalators and onto the final floor. You continued on your way to the balcony when you watched Tony waving at you. You smiled softly at him and moved to join him. He greeted you warmly, commented on how pretty you looked today, and showed you where you'd be sitting.

The place seemed empty although knowing him he could have booked the cafe just for you two but you refused to ask him. He pulled the chair for you and you sat down as the waitress came rushing towards you.

"This place has the most authentic espresso in all of America. Imported straight from Italy." You nod your head dutifully and wonder for a second if you should tell him you don't prefer espresso.

"Um.." You say looking at the waitress. "You got iced latte?" You ask quietly and she nods yes. She leaves with your orders and you both take in your awkwardness for a moment just looking at each other and fidgeting.

"So..."

"So...." You nod your head and look around. "This place's a little empty today."

"Yeah, ha funny how that is." Tony laughs awkwardly. "You studied today?" Reverting the subject is alright. No way he hadn't planned all of these.

"Yeah, I still got one more chapter to go through but I'll do it tonight."

Tony nods his head. "Good, that's good, yeah."

The waitress comes out with your orders and a little plateau of different mini donuts. Two of each kind. Soon enough the conversation seems to flow as Ton begins to tell you all about his best friend, James Rhodes, and what adventures they've gotten up to.

When you manage to eat all of the donuts, the waitress comes back with a tray of savory items and you honestly start to believe he has this all planned out but of course, you don't question him, you know he'd just deny it.

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"Tony…"

You mumble half asleep trying to position yourself while he is half laying on your body, his lips hungrily wrapped around your left nipple, his right hand cupping the other one.

He doesn't respond instead he just continues his actions, only looking at you with his puppy eyes for a moment before shutting them again and you can't help but sigh.

"Alright, fine." You roll your eyes and allow him to continue hoping to go back to sleep. "But you know I'm getting cold, you got the air con on dangerous times." You muse and shut your eyes.

Tony slowly lets go of your breast and begrudgingly pulls the sheets up and over his head right over your neck, cocooning himself inside. Dutifully he returns to your nipple and latches on once again, happily sucking away.

That was his newest habit of Tony of course, ever since you had given birth and started producing more milk than your little one preferred, Tony had decided to practically help himself to it. Yet it wasn't always enough for him and when his hand started wandering to your pussy, you only groaned.

"Don't wake me up." You warned him and Tony only whined around your nipple, your legs opening just at him rubbing you with his palm. Soon he pulled his leg further on you and brought you closer to him.

"I'm sleeping." You warned him again and Tony very slowly and securely slipped his tip inside you, slowly thrusting. He kept a very slow, rocking pace, his lips very soft on your nipple, his other hand attached to your other breast because they must never feel neglected by him.

"Here, that's a good spot," Bucky said reading the shovel in his hand. His metal arm was shining against the sun.

"We could put three or four in a row, and then switch to the birch seeds down the line."

"Anything you want you're the boss." Bucky shrugged and threw the shovel in the dirt beginning to open a hole in the ground.

"Ha hah. If I was the boss I'd be showering daily." You rolled your eyes and placed your bag in the ground looking for the seeds.

"You know, next week when it's raining season, you can shower daily." He winked at you and continued shoveling the dirt away.

"Hmm, only when you're asleep."

"Oh." He said stopping just to dramatically hold his chest on the side of his heart with his free hand. "That hurts me."

"Good." You nod as you pull the container out of your bag. "Suffer."

"Alright, when you want to shower after we're done planting trees then my shower access will be revoked."

"I didn't know you showered." You snuffled up your nose. "It doesn't smell good around here."

"It's the soil." He retorts and looks at with an almost deadly stare.

"Right, the soil." You roll your eyes and with one quick move Bucky begins to shovel the dirt away and on to you.

"Hey!" You shout pacing a few steps back.

"Dirty. " Bucky points at you. "Wouldn't hurt to take a shower."

You shake your head and roll your eyes again.

"Be careful, we got plenty more trees to plant."

"Many more holes for me to dig."

"One more!"

The photographer shouts and you pose a final time before changing for the rest of the shoot. He is a young man, definitely around 30 and his black curls hang so beautifully loosely on his face pointing to a beautiful profile of a man. You hadn't met him before but he was incredibly talented and polite.

The assistant ushers you to the back, showing you the various lingerie you were now to be photographed in. You run your fingers through the beautiful different fabrics and allow the assistant to dress you. One moment later you are back at the station, the photographer giving you a smile.

"You look beautiful."

You politely thank him and begin to pose. 10 pictures later and it's time for you to change again, quick back and forth and back again. This happened a couple of times as per usual, the setting behind you changing. As you were now headed to the more sexy lingerie, a velvet couch was brought on the set.

It was too much the color of the main lingerie, a rich emerald green color that looked fantastic on you. You begin to sit on the couch, posing as seductively as possible per the magazine's instructions, the photographer following you closely.

You threw your head back exposing your neck running your hands down your body as he was on his knees on the couch taking closeups of your upper body. Your right leg slightly started brushing against his crotch, only for you to realize one thing.

Naughty as you are you decide to let out a very small almost inaudible to the rest of the crew moan and move your body forward, him following right after your movements. You sat on the couch and opened your legs wide before crossing them again, looking right at him and the camera.

Your eyes followed his body wanting to see the effect you had on him and to your pleasure, his jeans held a package there obscured a little by his loose white t-shirt. The assistant proclaimed that they must have a good content but the photographer snapped a few more pictures.

When he moved the camera away from his face and started walking, and then he realized just how hard he really was, he turned around, setting the camera down to head to the bathroom, but you lightly tapped him on the shoulder.

"Need some help with that?"

You winked at him, your voice hot in his ear.

"Gonna need more than a little help."