It was a rainy night out. The window was cracked open so he could hear things, and rain pattered on the sidewalk below. Steve and Natasha had been on the run for four months now. The accommodations weren’t the Ritz, the food wasn’t Michelin starred and the internet was always spotty. At least the company was good, he admitted. Natasha may have come down initially on Team Iron Man, but she showed her true colors and helped them in the end. It had put a mark on her record as well, but they were still out here, freeing others, fighting for what they believed in. They’d been on a three day task in the former Czechoslovakia, where Natasha’s still strong Eastern Block contacts had found a detention center. It was now in rubble and they’d managed to escape with little in the way of detection. Finding a seedy motel, they’d tossed another burner cell phone and checked in as Mr. and Mrs. Jones, for a change. He was keeping an eye on the road – he always kept an eye on the road – giving his partner a chance to shower and clean up. The Super Soldier would do the same afterwards. 

Whenever these ops went down, Steve always had a surplus of energy afterwards. He needed to… work it off. Punch something. Hit something. Do something. And lately… though he knew it was dangerous to… his thoughts had drifted to Nat. Less about their partnership and more about the woman he was traveling with that had the body of a goddess and a spirit that matched his own. The knowledge that she was in there naked in the shower, and often slept beside him in a similar fashion, was slowly killing him. Hearing the door open, Steve looked back over his shoulder. “You manage to wash all that dust off you?” Involuntarily, his eyes traveled along her form and hoped his beard hid him biting his lower lip as other thoughts again crept into his mind. 

@poisonousladybug

poisonousladybug‌:

A STARTER FOR @man-of-infinite-muses

Harley dropped her arms behind her to keep her head propped up against the seat after high-fiving Ivy.  Another successful night, she had thought to herself  Committing a small robbery there and here? Check. Nowhere Batman at the sight? Check. Escaping cops? Check.  What could have been better?  She turns to her best friend before chiming away to her in her silky, high-pitched voice. “Hah, Red darlin’! We did this! Now what do we do now?”

Pamela spent a few moments contemplating before turning her eyes back at Harley. Her lips forming a small smile on the corners of her lips before responding to her best friend’s question. “We head back home and do our very own celebrating, if you know what I mean.”

“Horray!” Harley shoots up from her seat to wrap her hands around Pammie before looking over through the car’s window and then said. “But first..” Her voice carried out a genuine shock, raising a curiosity in Pamela herself. “First what, Harley?”  Her best friend and partner on a crime spree huffs before pointing with a finger causing for Ivy to stop suddenly after she spots a so-familiar face right in front of them. “We have to take care of this party pooper first.”

Ivy steps out of the car after rolling her eyes over and she gives a half-hearted smile to Bruce before introducing herself to him. “Batman, lover, long time no see. We have already missed you. Looking for something?”

Harley jumps on the hood of the car while twirling her bat in her hands before asking Batman. “Hey, Batsy, I always had a question for you. You know of how do you call everything after a bat.. Batmobile, Batwing, the rest of the story, well, ya’ know, am I rite?.. Do you think that my bat counts as one of your things?”

The dark figure stood just silhouetted thanks to the nighttime street lamps overhead that cast a sickly yellow on the streets of his city. To their credit, they hadn’t just ran him over which was what Batman fully expected. Still, there was nothing any light could do about the two criminal women in front of him. Each so dangerous in their own way. Each a predator, but then needed to (again) learn a lesson. He was the ultimate predator in this city. And they could learn their place. “You seem to think I’m overly concerned with your impression of me, Ivy. Perhaps I need to give you and your tights wearing friend here a lesson in social consciousness. Or unconsciousness.” He cast a glance over to Harley. Once upon a time, a brilliant psychologist. Now just a slave to some other whack job which took everything from her. Perhaps he needed to rehabilitate them both. At the same time. “I’m going to give you both one chance before things get… ugly…” the Dark Knight said, angling his head just slightly towards the alley. There sat another looming beast, darkness come to life with yellow headlamps and more tech than the entire US Military combined. It also had in the back a wonderful set of containment chairs to carry the both of them where he wished. “You can get in. Or I can put you in. Never let it be said I don’t give you a choice before the pain.” 

rileybrat‌:

     with a CHUCK of her phone to the other end of her bed, riley grins as she kneels up on the mattress and rids herself of the few clothes she’d still managed to keep on after her incredibly long day, tossing aside her black underwear and somewhat large tee shirt, post-summer sun-kissed skin warm and bright with freckles and the faint glow of the tattoos on her body. despite the fact that, sure, it hadn’t really been all that long since alex had been over in the first place, she was already excited all over again. enough so that, as she lied naked on her bed waiting for his arrival, her hand, without hesitation, came down to her cunt to rub herself, shuddering at the touch.

He grinned – no answer was a good answer. The biggest frustration now was getting there, and that was the anticipation that was both sweet and frustrating at once. The thought of what this girl was doing on her own had the man chewing on his bottom lip, hand snaking down to rub himself through his jeans as he drove. He ached. Needed to be in her, pulsing, cumming, fucking, destroying that gorgeous ass. After far too long a drive (which wasn’t all that long in the ‘real world’), he arrived. The man got inside quick enough and soon the shadow of the muscled male filled the doorway. He pulled his shirt off as he crossed the floor to her bed. “Someone is getting started without me,” he hissed in a low, dangerous whisper, the kind he knew she liked. “You’ll have to pay for that.” He grabbed her ankles and bowed Riley’s legs wide apart, baring her core as Alex dropped to one knee and promptly wrapped his lips around her clit. He sucked deeply, drinking in her arousal. 

“I can’t believe we’re really married…” Brook said to the girl sitting in the back of the limo beside him. “You looked… look… beautiful.” He looked into Savannah’s blue eyes and gave her a deep, genuine smile of happiness. His arm stayed around her slender waist, eyes taking in every inch of shown tanned flesh in her wedding dress that complimented her form and looked angelic for today. She was always angelic, he admitted. Since they’d started dating only six months ago, Brook knew for a fact that she was ‘the one’. A few late night dates and long lingering glances across a cup of steaming coffee had led to an amazing first kiss. He’d fallen for her instantly. With long dirty blonde locks, eyes the color of the sky on a perfect day, beautifully kissable lips and a body that certainly built by the Maker himself, he counted himself lucky that she felt the same way. “I love you,” he said, leaning closer and pressing his lips to hers. “And now, after a night in a bed & breakfast just outside of town, we’re flying off for a week in the Caribbean. You, me, a bikini, you might get to wear one, too…” he chuckled with a wink, always joking with her. “…and lots of time on our own. I couldn’t be happier. I hope you are too,” he said to Savannah. 

Finally leaning back in the seat, Brook wiped at his forehead. “Whew, it was a great ceremony, but I’m glad its’ over. And I’m starving. I’m guessing you haven’t had anything to eat today, either?” 

@universalheaux

allfcryou‌:

Addy nodded and moaned softly as he moved his cock along her sex and her stomach. She squeaked as he cupped her tit and played with it. She kissed her brother back and nodded softly. She sat up and bit her lip. “Wait… was… Thats the end of you teaching me, isnt it?” She blushed and crossed her arms over herself.

He sat up with her, but had made no move to pull away from the girl. “Shithead… I help you and that’s all you say?” He pulled her hands free from her chest and put them around his neck, pulling her to sit in his lap. “I think I get some service for teaching you and showing you, don’t I? Like… you letting me fuck you?” Grant asked, kissing the corner of her lips. “Or doing whatever I want to your body? You’ve got me all turned on, it’s the least you could do.” 

allfcryou‌:

Sam kissed him back just as deeply, a small whine falling from her lips as he pulled away and pulled out. She was quick to climb on top of him and situate herself on his cock. She felt her jaw drop open as she slid onto his length. “Oh… Daddy…” She gasped and slowly started to move her hips.

He watched her move – Sam had the best body in the world, he thought. His blue eyes saw her shift and her body twist as she squatted over him, guiding his thick shaft right back into her rear entrance. “Ohh… that’s what Daddy likes…” he groaned, watching her sink down on him to the hilt. Simon put a hand forward, rubbing the blonde’s pussy at the same time. 

allfcryou‌:

Paisley moaned as he slipped into her ass and braced herself on the wall of the shower. She looked back at him as his hand made its way to her tit. “I missed you too, Dan.” She whimpered and leaned against him. “Fuck me..”

“We’ll have plenty chance to make up for lost time, little sister,” he promised, holding her hips now that his thickness was deep enough in Paisley’s ass that he could release it. “Mmm… gladly, baby…” He pushed deeper and deeper into her rear end, thrusting faster and harder to meet her body. 

submissiveones‌:

Maya moaned around his length, loving when he gave her praise. She felt him hold the back of her head and she began moving to try and take him down her throat as far as possible. She gagged a little but she was determined to push past it.

She showed that enthusiastic need for him. For his cock. And Noah was inclined to give her what she needed, when she needed it. “That’s good, mmm, fucking shit, suck Daddy.” Hands gripped the back of her skull and he pushed forward more, shoving it deep into her mouth and throat, hearing her gag – he still held it in place.