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i ❤️ when david goes completely off the fucking rails

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— Coming Home —

Viking!Steve Rogers x OFC/Reader // 492 18+ only, minors dni; 3rd person, Steve's POV, no description of his wife or children given Coming home from war was never an easy feat.

Author's Note: I meant to post this the other day and forgot. Whoopsie. But hey, it's my first fic posted in like nine or ten months. I think that still counts towards something.

It was never easy; coming home. Nothing ever stayed the same, or maybe it was just Steve who changed each time he left. Each new battle changed him in a new ways. New scars, new fears, new bodies to bring home for their families to burn. This time there were more than usual. The war to protect their borders had lasted weeks and thought he left with over five hundred men, he was returning with less than half of that.

Sometimes he wondered if it was worth it. If protecting their land was worth all the loss of life. His armies kept dwindling and hew knew that one day, his lands - his people - would be over run by invaders. Walking through the town, seeing all the children playing around and knowing which ones were now fatherless was a heavy burden on his shoulders.

Each peal of laughter was echoed in his head as the clanging of swords, each scream of delight an echo of pain from his fellow warriors. If he looked too closely at the children around him, all he could see were their fathers faces. The faces of the dead and downtrodden. Before he could even reach his own yard, he could hear the pained cries of now widowed mothers as they were told that their husbands didn’t make it through the battle, that they would be burned that evening after their homecoming meal.

The moment his foot stepped onto the soil of his own, personal land, the cries of his own children reached him before their little bodies slammed into his legs. He could barely muster a smile for them as he knelt down and wrapped them in a warm hug.

“Oh, I missed you,” he tells them, trying to remain strong for just a little longer.

When he looks up into the face of his wife, she says nothing. Just reaches out to cup his cheek, knowing the toll each and every new battle took on him. She could practically see the weight of the world on his broad shoulders.

Steve holds her hand to his face, breathing in the scent of her, relishing in the softness of her skin, savoring in the sweet sounds of her voice as she tells their children to go play with their friends. He barely manages to get to his feet, but she helps him stand with honor.

“Let’s get you in the bath,” she tells him simply.

Behind closed doors though, Steve breaks down. He kneels at his wife’s feet, her soft hand petting over his dirty, matted hair as he clings to her and sobs into her dress. She kneels with him and holds him in her arms, allowing him to express the emotions he keeps so closely guarded in front of his men. He could not lead an army into battle like this, but she would never let him carry that strength all on his own.

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I should've known it was you Avo!!! ( literally didn't look) . Almost makes me want to have a period again... almost.

Kinktober #17

17. Squirting // Dom - Sub // Period Sex (Logan Howlett x Reader x Wade Wilson)

“Are you sure? It’s gonna get messy.”

“You say that like it’s gonna be a problem. Pookie, we deal with blood on a near-daily basis, I would say it’s the bodily fluid I wash out of my clothes the second-most.”

You roll your eyes at him but can’t help the little moan which slips out of you when Logan’s mouth kisses along your neck, hot and heavy.

“Yeah, well, murdering isn’t the same…” you mutter, feeling yourself begin to relax under their touch. Wade bites at the lobe of your ear, his shoulder nudging Logan’s for room over your body. You like it when they both crowd you. You like it when Wade makes you melt with his blabbering, and Logan can turn you to jelly without saying a goddamn word.

“We’re two grown men. Your pussy during shark week is hardly the worst thing we’ve seen, baby…” he continues, airily. You manage to wrestle away from Wade just long enough to make eye contact with Logan, hazel eyes blasted black with arousal. He shrugs.

“He’s not wrong. Blood doesn’t bother me.”

“Exactly! So lay back and let’s surf the crimson wave together.”

Wade cups your cunt as he says this and you have a visceral reaction, bucking into his hand. With a groan you lay back on the bed and give in.

“Fine…” you sigh, pretending it’s some great effort but really, pretty thrilled that both of your partners want to take care of you. An orgasm really helps with the cramps and their warm, strong bodies are always preferable to grabbing your wand from your bedside table.

Your belt is undone and jeans roughly tugged down your legs, underwear with them. Wade wastes no time in pulling your legs apart so he can look between them and you kick him playfully.

“You’re not buying a used car, Wade, you’re about to fuck me. You don’t have to inspect it…”

“Pookie, I just want my girl to know I appreciate her no matter how caked in blood she is,” he says, patting your mound like it’s a faithful dog. Just as you go to kick him again Logan sinks two fingers in you up to the knuckle, dragging a moan out of you instead. Your walls are tender and the intrusion is strange but not unwelcome. In fact when Logan begins to make a beckoning motion inside of you, all you can do is gasp and fist the bedsheets.

“There we go, baby. You just relax. Your boys have got you…” Wade hums, his hand joining Logan’s so he can begin to work at your clit. All you can do is watch as they move in harmony - god they are always at each other’s throats, but together they’re the perfect team to take you apart piece by piece. Wade presses narrow circles into you, playing on that spot which makes you sing, and Logan’s arm begins to work more rapidly. You can even see the veins and muscles flex under his skin as he doubles his effort to bring you to a climax. Their hands slowly get soaked in red, the noise they create a lewd symphony of arousal and blood.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m gonna–”

“Let go,” says Logan, in a way which doesn’t bear arguing with. Your orgasm crescendos over you and you soak both of them as you finish for the first time that day. Wade pulls away first leaving Logan the room to extract his hand which is dripping with a crimson sheen. He seems totally unbothered about the blood - in fact, they both seem pretty damn smug.

You open your mouth the same time as Wade does, except instead of speaking he brings the fingers that were just inside you into his mouth and sucks them, his mouth taking Logan’s digits like your cunt just did.

“Holy shit…” Logan says, surprised but not pushing Wade off of him either. When Wade removes himself with a pop his lips are tinged red.

“Told you blood didn’t bother us,” he sighs, dreamily, then moves in to kiss you. You meet him with enthusiasm.

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No Ransom, I have nothing up there 😵‍💫😵‍💫🫠🫠

ransom drysdale: dumbification & degradation

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x gn!reader

TW: Dumbification, degradation, (implied mild) exhibitionism, teasing, I gave Ransom feelings

MINORS DNI !!! 🔞

Word count: 271

A/N: Hi!!! I’m excited to be back! I’m gonna try to write as much as possible! I’m really sorry I was gone! I hope you guys can forgive me!

Kinktober 2024

I think Ransom discovering your shared kinks would be an accident

He’d notice your reaction to an off-handed remark of his, probably while playing some sort of competitive game (“You’ve really got nothing going on up there, huh?”) (he is such a sore loser, btw, but that’s a whole other issue)

It would only click in his head as he saw you shift in your seat

His eyes would start burning a hole through you, forcing you to make eye contact

Maybe he’s let it go for a little while (15 minutes max)

He’d want to test the theory

He likes to fuck with people, after all (you’d make a wonderful test subject <3)

So, he’d start teasing you

Perhaps he’d wait for the room to clear out before whispering, “You’re my stupid little bitch, aren’t you, baby? You’re only good for getting fucked. That pretty head of yours is empty, isn’t it?”

Watching you squirm would be so satisfying to him

It wouldn’t be long before he’d be making some excuse for you two to leave and go home

It’d be his new staple

A little “routine”, if you will,

Go out with you, and tease you as much as possible before you cave and beg to be taken home and fucked mercilessly 

I do feel as though there is a soft side to Ransom, though

Is it difficult to get to and under a lot of baggage? Yes. 

But it’s there.

I think he’d be very caring after a session

He’d hold you in silence for a great, long while before whispering

“I didn’t mean it. I love you.”

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somno/cnc. minors dni.

thinking about old man Logan who you can tell needs to blow off steam. he works himself to death half the time, either as income earner or caregiver, and you want to be the thing which gives him a bit of levity at the end of his day. in an ideal world you’d always be waiting when he gets home, ready and willing, there to hear about his troubles and offer him whatever physical comfort he might seek from your soft little body. but you’re only human, and tiredness likes to take over your aching bones at the end of a long shift; it’s not always possible.

so you’ve given him the go-head to take what he needs from you even as you sleep.

he probably doesn’t want to take you up on the offer at first, it seems like he’s taking advantage, but you keep reassuring him that it’s something you want. something which kind of turns you on - and he can see that it’s true from the way you squeeze your thighs together as you speak. he smiles around his cigar and tells you, “we’ll see, doll.”

thinking about the first time Logan comes home, pent up and nearly feral with his need for you, only to see the lights are out in the bedroom and you’re dead asleep. it’s too hot to use blankets in this weather, you hate the way the fabric sticks to your skin, and you like to sleep in one of his shirts. in only one of his shirts. Logan can see the curve of your ass peeking out below the hem, the soft shape of your pussy, practically begging him to come fuck her.

who is he to deny his sweetheart what she wants?

he strips off, leaving his clothes in a trail towards the bed, fully naked and half-hard as he gently turns you over to face him. you shift a little, malleable and liquid under his touch even now. he runs a finger between your legs, dipping into your folds, and your chest hitches a little - but still you sleep.

he doesn’t know how he got so lucky, getting something as sweet as you in his world. the one thing worth going on for. rough, callused hands open your thighs so he can see you properly. you’re wet. fuck. always so needy for him, no matter what. he’ll take care of you, give you what you need, even if you don’t know it. it’s no big effort to push inside you. you’re always so good at taking him despite his size; you give a fluttery little exhale in your sleep as you feel yourself made full to the brim, happy with his tight fit.

slowly he begins to fuck you. shallow little thrusts of his hips, ones which are just enough to give him pleasure, though he’d rather take you roughly and wildly. doesn’t wanna wake you, after all. his hand drops to your clit and he gently begins to use his thumb there. there’s no way you’re not gonna come tonight, even if you aren’t awake to breathe out a thank you, lo as you always do.

it doesn’t take long. he feels your cunt twitch around him and speeds up a little, just enough to hear the slap of skin on skin quietly echo the room. a smothered grunt as he holds himself back, quickening the pace of his thumb. your body tightens and then releases, flooding his cock with you as you come for him while you slumber.

he can’t be far behind from that. fuck, you always look so pretty when you come. his hips land in a slapdash rhythm and then he’s spilling inside you. he has to fall forward and brace himself against the mattress from the force of it. when he’s able to open his eyes in the afterglow you look… happy. stuffed full and sound asleep. Logan slowly withdraws his cock from you, happy you’re both satisfied, and drops a kiss onto your forehead before lying down next to you and gathering you into his arms.

he’d clean you up usually, but tonight? he leaves the mess there so you can find it in the morning. he can see your smile now.

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Why can't this be real 😩

Alright hear me out- My contribution for this Saturday is: Deadpool and Logan both have insane breeding kinks.

Wades fully open about this. He doesn’t give a fuck he’ll admit it all day long. How he’d like to see you full of his and Logan’s kid. While he breaks you open on his cock

While Logan on the other hand… in my mind he absolutely refuses to admit it. He’s that type of guy who says he “doesn’t like kids” or that he isn’t “good with kids” but then be so amazing with them. He acts like he’s very imagined kids with you and then still refuses to let a single drop of his cum leak out of you.

You learn after some time to just drop the subject with him. Wade however learns nothing, and continually pokes the bear. Logan doesn’t budge.

Until-

One day when the three of you are all out together, and a little girl runs into your legs and mistakes you for her mom (or dad. Whatever you wanna prefer 💜). The three of you help keep the kid calm/entertained until you find her parents. Once you find the parents the kid waves her little chubby hands off to you as they leave.

You think nothing of it after. Yet Logan hasn’t been able to get it off his mind. How you and Wade were so good with her. Obviously DP clocks this immediately and does what he does best. Pokes the bear.

So once the three of you get home that night Logan goes feral. Both him and Wade have one goal in mind; see you swollen with their kid.

Whatever happens next I will leave up to you avo ❤️

Logan dumping load after load into your willing pussy while Wade fucks the crease he makes between your tits; then they switch. Wade seems happy to fuck Logan’s cum even deeper into you. It makes a filthy noise which has you moaning.

“that’s it gorgeous, we’re gonna fill you up nice and full, put a baby in you, huh?”

you can see yourself start to bulge where they’ve cum in you so much, it’s leaking down Wade’s shaft and into the bedding but he absolutely doesn’t care. When they’re both exhausted - which takes a long time, you’re too boneless and blissed out to complain about it though - Wade shoves a pillow under your hips so that the cocktail of them all stays inside. If any of it leaks out one of them gathers the mess up and presses it back into your puffy and overused cunt, wanting to make sure it stays and does its work 💕

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run little bunny

pairing: softdark!ceo!bucky x naive!assistant!reader

word count: 8.6k

summary: Being John Walker’s assistant is hard; he’s mean, disrespectful, misogynistic, the whole nine yards. On top of that, he hardly pays you fairly. So, when you’re fired for a mistake you’re sure wasn’t your fault, you’re at risk of being kicked out by your rude roommates. Luckily for you, James Barnes, a wildly successful CEO, has found his way into your life. And he’s going to take such good care of you.

warnings: where do i even start, 18+, minors DNI and i fucking mean it, mild coercion, some of it could be interpreted as stalking, fingering, unprotected p in v sex, sir kink, oral (f receiving), housewife kink, breeding kink, pet names (bunny, darling), dirty talk, dom!bucky and sub!reader, choking, squirting, basically just absolute filth, a little hurt-comfort, reader’s roommates are awful and mean, not john walker friendly but when am i ever

a/n: so this was supposed to just be some quick smut but as always i went overboard, so please enjoy! likes and comments are appreciated, reblogs are even better!

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Your hands are shaking slightly, your heartbeat races with anxiety, and your leg bounces rapidly. Today is an important day after all, and your boss has made it clear that if you mess up in any way then he’d have to rethink your employment. That sent dread flooding through your body, so you’ve been preparing yourself for the last week to make sure everything for the meeting is perfect.

And, on the technical side, everything is immaculate - mostly due to you staying up until almost midnight each night to polish the presentation. You thought everything was done properly, but when you’d walked into the building that morning your boss was holed up in his office finishing up his portion of the work, so you’d decided to simply email him to let him know that you had arrived.

Everything was perfect. But when you get into the meeting room, your boss’ eyes go wide, anger clouding them while he scowls. You quickly make your way to his side, only for him to bark out a command for you to grab water for his incoming guests. Placing your notebook on the table, you turn to scurry off to the side to grab the glasses, but you’re stopped when your boss grabs your arm harshly.

“Do you have a change of clothes?”

“Um… Um, I-“ Your boss raises an eyebrow, and you feel like you might throw up from the sudden anxiety. “No, sir.”

He scoffs, muttering under his breath something about looking “trashy,” before releasing you and allowing you to go to the minibar.

Your arm stings, no doubt sporting a red mark because of how harsh the grip was. You’re also confused because you thought the floral dress you’d chosen was pretty. Sure, it may not be high class, but your boss has never had a problem with it before, but you’re assuming that he’s on edge due to who he’s meeting with.

James Barnes; the most powerful and successful CEO in the entire country. You haven’t met him personally, but from what you hear you know that he’s not someone you want to upset. According to the hushed whispers around the office, he stands at a towering 6’6, tattoos cover his arms and hands, and if he frowns then you better move out of the way.

Would Mr. Barnes be upset with your attire?

You desperately hope not, because you need this job. While you can barely make your rent and utilities, you don’t have any other job lined up, and you’re way too scared to ask for a raise from a man who so clearly disrespects you. For right now, though, you’re stuck.

The oak doors open, and one of the office assistants steps off to the side while holding the door open for several men to walk in. You hear him before you see him. You’ve never heard his voice, but the commanding tone he uses when he addresses your boss lets you know that it must be him.

“Hello, Mr. Walker,” Mr. Barnes greets him, and you can hear your boss stand and greet him as well.

You’re trying your hardest to keep calm while you walk toward the table with a platter holding several glasses of water. You do your best to place them in front of the men without showing how nervous you are.

But when you get to Mr. Barnes, you nearly spill the drink all over the table once you get a whiff of his clearly expensive cologne. Oh, how you’d love to be surrounded by that scent, the woodsy smell almost intimidates you but you’re unsure as to why you don’t mind.

You’ve never done anything even remotely sexual with a man, you’re far too awkward and anxious in a way that isn’t too appealing to many, but for a very brief moment, you wonder what he looks like underneath the black three-piece suit — the prominent veins on his hands insinuates that the rest of his body is probably just as toned. But you’re immediately snapped out of your thoughts by your boss’ harsh voice calling your name.

“Aren’t you going to greet our guests?”

You breathe in sharply, heat flooding your face as you stumble your way through an apology and a polite “Hello, Mr. Barnes.”

You’re about to leave his side when he reaches out to grasp your hand — surprisingly gentle for such a powerful man. With a slight jump, you glance over to your boss who’s staring at you as though you’re becoming a nuisance and should quickly get back to your chair beside his. But you can’t, both because of Mr. Barnes’ hold and the fact that when you look back at the man in front of you his ocean-blue eyes pull you in, and you’re unable to break your gaze.

“And who might you be, darling?” His eyes twinkle with mischief but you’re too blind to see it, you’re too flustered to really focus.

“Oh, you don’t need to worry about her, she’s just –”

“I wasn’t asking you,” Mr. Barnes snaps, briefly glancing at your boss and not bothering to hide his smirk when he almost visibly cowers. “Now, darling,” he continues, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb. “What’s your name?”

You nearly squeak, having to force yourself to tell him your name before he gets upset with your lack of answer.

Mr. Barnes hums, then brings your hand up so he can place a delicate kiss on your knuckles. “A pretty name for a pretty girl.”

You flounder for a moment, unsure as to what to make of the compliment. You don’t have much time to overthink it because this meeting has a time limit and you’re sure your boss would prefer to get this over with.

“Th-Thank you, sir.” You’re not sure why, but your voice is breathy because something about that word — sir — just feels right for him, though you’re not sure what it means.

“So polite,” He mumbles to himself, and his eyes seem to grow darker. Finally, he lets you go, shooting you a wink and smirking to himself when you scurry off to sit next to your boss.

The presentation went relatively smoothly — thank God. You don’t know what you would have done if anything went wrong. In fact, Mr. Barnes seemed extremely invested in what you had to say, catching your gaze several times and causing you to stumble over your words a few times, only for your boss to clear his throat and glare at you. Eventually, Mr. Barnes throws him his own glare, silently telling him to shut up, to which your boss finally does.

Once the meeting was declared to be over, you were quick to close your notebook and tuck your pen behind your ear, then you went around the table and started collecting the now-empty glasses. As you’re running around the room trying to clean up, you can feel a powerful gaze boring holes into your body, but you try not to pay it any mind. It’s probably just your boss anyway.

But when you turn away from the desk to finally leave, you bump into Mr. Barnes, your body nearly slamming into his very sturdy chest. His hands shoot to your hips almost immediately, helping to steady yourself.

The warmth of his body pulls you in, but that might also be because Mr. Barnes is literally bringing you closer to his chest by the hold he has on your hips. And that’s when you realize that your hands are clutching his shoulders, but you can’t find it in you to let go.

“What’s the rush?” He asks playfully, his upper lip quirking up in a smirk. “You’re running around like a little bunny.”

“Oh, oh I’m sorry, Mr. Barnes.” You’re not sure why you’re apologizing, you recognize that he’s just teasing, but something in you doesn’t want to disappoint him. 

“Mr. Barnes.” He hums, his eyes briefly glancing down to your lips. “I like it when you call me that.”

Now you’re really flustered, your face heats up and you have to do everything in your power not to faint — the way his voice deepens is doing something to you and you don’t know how to handle it.

“I’d like it a lot more if you called me James, though. Can you do that for me, bunny?” 

“Ye-Yes, James.” You might have been embarrassed about how quick you were to answer him, but the way he closes his eyes and tightens the hold he has on your body you’re thinking it was the right decision.

Mr. Barnes — James — opens his mouth again, but is interrupted by the door being opened by one of the office assistants, whose eyes immediately go wide in shock. It seems to take a second for her to gather her bearings, but she recovers soon enough.

“Mr. Walker is requesting you,” She tells you, glancing over at James and giving him a nervous smile. “He says you have to file all of the paperwork for the meeting.”

You sigh, you’re tired of having to do everything for your boss only for him to take credit ninety percent of the time. But, it’s what you’re paid to do, so you suck it up. 

Looking back to James, you give him a shy smile, reluctantly removing your hands from his shoulders. 

“Um, I guess I should go, James.” You’re a little sad, and you don’t quite know why having to leave him and go back to your duties makes you so anxious. It could be because Mr. Walker is mean, or maybe because James makes you feel safe. In reality, it’s probably a mixture of both.

“I guess you should,” He murmurs, removing one of his large hands from your waist so he can cup the back of your neck and pull you closer, only for him to press a lingering kiss on your forehead.

And absolutely no one can blame you for the quiet whimper that leaves your lips, even though you are surprised by your reaction. It doesn’t matter though, because he finally moves back, letting go of you and reaching into the pocket on the inside of his suit jacket so he can pull out what looks like a business card.

“Here,” James says, handing it to you. “In case you ever want to talk, you’re always free to call me.”

“What would we talk about?” Your confusion causes James to chuckle, and he seems amused by your naivety.

“Whatever you want, Bunny. Whether you just want to talk about nonsense or vent about your boss. Doesn’t matter to me as long as I get to hear your beautiful voice.”

With that, he gives you a wink, then turns to the door and leaves, though he does glance back at you. With one final smile, he leaves, and you’re left with a million racing thoughts while standing in the middle of the meeting room.

It took three days for you to finally reach out to James. As soon as you got home that night you ran to your bedroom and added his number to your phone, going so far as to put his business card in your bedside table drawer so you wouldn’t lose it. It just took a little time to gain the courage to actually contact him. After all, what if he was just being friendly? You’ve never met anyone quite like him, so it’s hard to read into his actions.

But today had gone horribly. The café you frequent before work was so busy that you didn’t have time to grab your coffee without being extremely late, the bistro you were demanded to pick up lunch from was closed — and while it wasn’t your fault, Mr. Walker certainly seemed to think it was. Your workload was piled high and by the end of the day, you were on the verge of crying due to the stress and mean comments thrown at you by your boss.

You need a shoulder to lean on and, unfortunately for you, you don’t have anyone else to go to. You’re pretty sure your roommates hate you and only let you live with them because they haven’t found a new roommate yet, you don’t have siblings and your parents are states away, and you have maybe a few friends, but even then the communication is scarce.

You need a shoulder to lean on, and James offered his, so you finally decided to pull up his contact and start a new message. It takes several minutes to figure out what to say, but you eventually settle on something simple.

Hi, James. I don’t know if you remember me, but I’m Mr. Walker’s assistant. You gave me your number in case I ever wanted to talk.

You hit send and stare down at your phone anxiously as you wait for a reply. A minute goes by, then two, suddenly five, and then you’re starting to regret texting him, what if he doesn’t remember you? What if he’s busy? What if – 

Your phone starts ringing, James’ name popping up on the screen and taunting you — almost commanding you to answer.

“Hello?”

“Good evening, bunny,” James says softly, and if you press your ear close enough to your phone you could pretend that he’s right next to you.

“Hi, James. I hope I’m not disturbing you.” Your voice is soft and timid, you’d hate to disrupt anything he’s doing.

“Don’t be silly, bunny,” He says, his smile evident in his tone. “I always have time for you.”

“Oh, um. Thank you, sir.” It’s almost indescribable, but you can just make out the soft curse James lets out, followed by some shuffling.

“So, what did you want to talk about?”

You’re a little apprehensive, but with James’ gentle encouragement, you’re able to get everything off your chest, complaining about your day and everything that went wrong. Each word spoken feels like weights lifting off of your shoulders, allowing you to breathe easier every time James hums. He doesn’t interrupt you, which you greatly appreciate, and by the time you’re done, you fall backward onto your bed, relieved.

“I’m sorry you had such a bad day, bunny,” James coos with his smooth-as-honey voice, filling your body with warmth and comfort. “A pretty girl like you doesn’t deserve to be treated like that.” That comment floods your face with heat and you shuffle up the bed to lean against the headboard.

“Oh, I - thank you, sir.” There it is again, sir. James exhales slowly as though he’s trying to control himself from doing something he shouldn’t, and part of you is momentarily worried that you’ve upset him somehow. You don’t want to disappoint him.

“What can I do to help?”

What can he do to help? You’re not quite sure, you’re not sad, and you’re not angry, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t need at least a hug right now. But, it would be too imposing to ask, right? There’s no way he would be willing to come over – that is, if your roommates would even allow him over. And he certainly wouldn’t invite a stranger into his house. So, you lie to him.

“Oh – Oh, no, James, I don’t – you don’t have to – it’s fine –”

“Bunny.”

Your mouth promptly closes, taking a deep breath through your nose and exhaling slowly.

“Sorry, James.”

“Don’t be sorry, bunny.” There’s some shuffling in the background as he talks and you can’t help but sigh at how sincere his voice is. “Now, what can I do to help?” And before you can even open your mouth he’s talking again, “Don’t say nothing, because I know there’s something you want.”

You’re silent for a moment, stewing over how to tell him. But, he’ll probably just be empathetic and say something along the lines of ‘I’d hug you if I were there right now’. So, you decide to just spit it out.

“I guess I just want… I just need a hug, I think,” You sigh, feeling a sudden sense of loneliness. It’s hard not having anyone to talk to, to be isolated even from the people you live with, to be put down time and time again, and not have anyone to support you.

“Where are you?” James asks, and you hear some more shuffling in the background, followed by the jingling of what sounds like keys.

“I’m at my apartment,” You say, confused. He couldn’t possibly be coming over, could he?

“Send me your address and I’ll come pick you up, we’ll go out for ice cream,” James says decisively, and you can tell he doesn’t want any protesting. “Bunny,” He says when you don’t say anything. “You need cheering up and I’m here to do just that. Please send me your address.” He speaks gently but once again, he doesn’t seem to want you to argue against it.

“O-Okay, I will.”

“Good, I’ll see you soon, bunny.” When you bid him goodbye, he hangs up, and you’re quick to send him your address, giving him instructions to text you when he arrives so you can meet him out front of the building.

During the next twenty or so minutes you’re practically running around your room trying to make yourself look presentable. You cried all of your makeup off so you opt to just wash the rest of it off, and then you pull your hair back and away from your face. It takes a bit to decide what to wear, after all this is just a friend taking another friend to get ice cream, but this is also James Barnes; he has more wealth than you could possibly imagine. You want to impress him and appear grateful for his friendliness, and looking at least half-decent would achieve that.

Finally, someone knocks on your door, yelling, “Someone’s here for you!”

With a rush of excitement, you grab your phone and wallet and slip on your shoes, then make your way out of your room to the front door where another roommate is standing in front of it, leaning against the frame and giggling at the person.

James.

He looks bored, almost like he’s trying to appear interested but can’t quite muster up the energy to do so. When you approach, he lifts his head, a wide smile crossing his face.

“There’s my little bunny,” He says confidently, completely ignoring your annoyed roommate. “Come on, let’s get you cheered up.”

With that you walk to him, timidly accepting his outstretched hand and letting him gently tug you into the hallway. When you turn around to tell your roommate that you’ll be back later you can’t even get a word out before you see her glaring at you and shutting the door — the click of the lock is audible through the empty hallway.

“Are they always like that?” James asks with a tone that conveys concern.

“Like what?” You know what he’s talking about, but you hate acknowledging it.

“Rude and disrespectful.” He is so blunt that it causes you to look down in embarrassment to avoid his intense gaze.

Yes, you want to say, they’re awful. You want to shout from the rooftops that your roommates are horrible to you, but you’re just too scared to do it.

“Oh – Oh, no, they’re just…” You trail off, peeking up at James to see the disbelief in his eyes. When you look down again, he brings up one of his hands to cup your cheek and guide your head up so you can look at him head-on.

“You don’t need to lie to me, bunny. I want you to trust me.” James sighs, leaning forward and placing a small kiss on your forehead. “Come on,” He squeezes your hand, smiling softly at you as he starts walking you out of the building and to his car.

It doesn’t take long to get to the ice cream shop, only a five-minute drive, and when you get there James keeps the car locked as he gets out so he can circle around to your side and open your door for you.

“Th-Thank you,” You say as you put your hand in James’ outstretched one, letting him guide you out of the car. He keeps his hold on your hand as you walk into the shop, going so far as to thread your fingers together while you wait in line.

The image of your hand encompassed by James’ large tattooed one has your tummy fluttering with butterflies. But, you must have been staring for a little too long because you’re broken out of your trance by James gently squeezing your hand.

“Is this okay, bunny?”

“Yes!” Heat floods your face as soon as you say it, feeling embarrassed by how quick you were to answer. “I, I mean. Um… Yes, it’s okay.”

James smirks at you, clearly enjoying how flustered you are. But, before you can stew in your shame, the man behind the counter says, “Next!”

You walk up to the counter, letting James order before giving yours. And when it’s time to pay, James doesn’t even drop your hand while he fishes his wallet out of his pocket and takes out his card. Your tummy flutters once again.

“Come, bunny.”

With your desserts now in hand, James leads you to a corner booth, only letting go of your hand so you can scoot in. He sits across from you, looking at you with what can only be described as thinly veiled hunger. It’s not off-putting, you just don’t know what it means.

“So, um…” You trail off looking down at your bowl of ice cream, fiddling with the spoon they gave you.

“You don’t need to be nervous, bunny,” James coos, reaching over and placing his hand palm up on the table, and you’re helpless but to take it, practically aching to feel his warmth again. “Now, other than everything that happened today, how have you been?”

It’s surprisingly easy to fall into a pleasant conversation with him, he asks questions and lets you finish talking before adding his own input, and he doesn’t break eye contact. It feels like he’s really listening to what you’re saying, and it’s almost freeing to have someone in your corner, someone you can trust and depend on.

What feels like far too soon, though has probably been several hours due to how dark it is outside, the man behind the counter comes to your table to tell you that they’re closing soon, and you can’t help but be sad. You’re enjoying James’ company far more than you probably should since you’ve only known him for a handful of days. It almost seems like you’ve known him your whole life.

“Well, bunny. I guess it’s time to go,” James says remorsefully, getting up out of the booth and reaching out his hand to help you out of the booth as well. He keeps holding your hand while you walk out of the door — making sure to throw away your trash on the way out.

James insists on opening the car door for you again — ever the gentleman. There’s a comfortable silence on the drive back to your apartment, your stomach swirling the entire time because James refuses to drop your hand. But when you get to your apartment building, a small amount of anxiety settles inside you, and you’re desperately hoping your roommates are asleep because you don’t feel like dealing with them after you’ve had such a good evening.

The silence is a little more tense while you ride the elevator up to your floor, but you’re grounded by James’ touch. It’s not until you get to your front door that you really look at him, staring into his twinkling eyes. And when he smiles, it settles your nerves.

“I guess this is the end of our night, bunny,” He says, squeezing your hand one last time before dropping it. Before you can mourn the loss of his touch he’s wrapping you in his arms and pulling you close to his chest, and you desperately hope he doesn’t hear the squeak you let out. You wrap your arms around his waist, letting James tuck your face into his neck while he holds you close.

“I had a wonderful time tonight,” James murmurs, pressing a lingering kiss on your forehead.

“Me too,” You say softly, breathing in and inhaling his comforting scent. “Thank you for cheering me up.”

“Of course, bunny. I’m always here for you.” Then, James pulls his head back so he can look into your eyes. “Always.”

You can’t help but smile. His gaze is hypnotizing, pulling you in and almost refusing to let you go.

“Thank you, James,” You breathe out, and one last time, James squeezes you and kisses your forehead, then steps back.

“I’ll talk to you soon, bunny?” James asks, smiling wide.

“Y–Yeah, I’ll text you. Or you can text me. Or call, that’s–that’s fine too.” Heat floods your face in embarrassment, but you don’t feel too bad about it because James only smiles wider, nodding once.

“I will.”

“Goodnight, James.” With that, you turn and unlock your door, turning around to look at James one last time as you shut the door.

“Goodnight bunny, I hope you have dreams as sweet as you are.” James winks, and you swear you can hear him chuckle when you squeak out an “o-okay,” and shut the door.

And maybe James is some kind of wizard because you have the best night of sleep you’ve had in a while.

For the next few weeks you and James text almost every day, and talk on the phone every couple of days. You’ve met up with him a few times as well, accepting his invitations to lunch or coffee. Each outing would last for several hours, too enraptured by his… everything to be the one to suggest the night should end. You’ve come to trust him, you know with a possibly concerning amount of certainty that James would do everything possible to keep you happy and safe.

Roughly a month and a half after meeting James, you’re sitting on your bed in the same position you were in when you first called him crying. Unlike last time, though, you don’t hesitate to call him. He’s told you time and time again that it doesn’t even matter if he’s in a meeting, he’ll always make time for you. You just hope that’s true.

He picks up almost immediately.

“Hello, bunny,” James says with the same soft tone he always uses when talking to you.

“H-hi, James,” You manage to say, before breaking out into sobs. You’re nearly hyperventilating, trying and failing to catch your breath between hiccups, and it takes a few minutes to calm down enough to hear rustling in the background on James’ end.

“Are you at home?” He asks with the utmost concern.

“Ye-Yes.”

“Stay there,” He says, using what you’ve deemed his CEO voice. “I’m coming to get you.”

“Ja–”

“Bunny.”

You sigh, knowing you can’t change his mind – not that you really want him to. You could really benefit from a hug right about now and James always provides the best ones.

“Can you at least stay on the phone with me?” Your voice is small, still sniffling every few words. You don’t think you could handle being alone with your own thoughts right now.

“Of course. You know I’ll do anything for you.”

It takes James twenty minutes to get to you, and he talks to you the whole time, just menial things to get your mind off of your sadness. When he lets you know that he’s at your apartment, you don’t even wait for him to tell you he’s coming up, you simply grab your jacket and slip on your shoes, then run to the front door without so much as a word to your roommates in the living room.

“James!” Upon seeing the man himself standing next to his car, you fling yourself into his arms, taking deep breaths to prevent yourself from crying in public. “Thank you for coming.”

“Bunny, how many times do I have to tell you that I’ll do whatever it takes to keep a smile on your pretty face?” James’ tone is teasing, but you know he’s serious if his stern and concerned gaze is anything to go by.

You nod, blinking back tears. It’s so nice to have a friend like James Barnes; kind, chivalrous, attentive. With the way he acts sometimes, you’d almost think he’s interested in more than friendship, but you always shake that thought off. He’s too handsome and wealthy to date some random personal assistant who’s barely able to make her rent.

“Come on, bunny,” James moves back but keeps an arm wrapped around your waist, leading you to his car and helping you in. Like always, he waits for you to sit so he can strap you in your seatbelt, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before shutting the door then running around to the driver's seat.

This time, instead of taking a left at the light at the end of your block, he keeps going forward, taking turns until you’re not exactly sure where you are.

“Um, where are we going?”

“My house,” James says casually, briefly glancing at you so he can give you that ever-soft smile.

“But, isn’t your house only twenty minutes away?” You’re confused, and a little curious as to what he’s talking about.

“I only stay there when I have meetings in the city. I have a house a little further out where I live most of the time. It’s a little more lived-in, so I want to bring you there where you’ll feel a little more…” James pauses for a moment, glancing at you again. “At home.” His explanation makes sense in your brain, quickly squashing any nerves that you had. He’s rich, so of course he’d have multiple houses.

It’s almost an hour long drive to get to his house. Well, house feels like an inappropriate term for what it actually is. It’s more like a mansion, standing tall at three stories, a long driveway with trees lining either side of the road, and a luscious garden surrounding the property.

James helps you out of the car and guides you up the steps to the front door, where he unlocks it and lets you step inside. The moment you pass through the threshold your jaw nearly drops to the floor; a large chandelier hangs from the ceiling right when you step in and beautiful artwork adorns the walls. The open floor plan gives you a good view of the living room and kitchen from your vantage point, and you can’t wait to sink into the luxurious and almost comically large couch in front of the TV.

“Can I get you anything to drink?” James urges you further in, bringing you to the living room.

“Um, just water is fine.” You look up at him, smiling shyly and nearly tripping when he smiles back.

“I’ll be right back,” James says, watching as you sit and sink into the plush couch. “Make yourself at home.” The look in his eyes when he says it sparks something inside you, something warm and fuzzy. Thinking of James’ house as your home makes your tummy flutter, but you don’t understand why.

God, you need to get it together.

You’re left alone for a moment, and everything is quiet except for the fridge opening and the glasses clinking. James’ absence allows you a moment to breathe properly, being with him always leaves you flustered, though you can’t deny that some part of you likes it. You like his commanding nature, how deep his voice gets when he talks passionately about something, how warm his embrace is when he holds you for what might be a little too long, squeezing you like he doesn’t want to let you go.

“Here you go, bunny.” Suddenly, a glass of water appears in front of you, and you take it with a gracious smile and a small “thank you.”

“So,” He says, sitting next to you — really close — and throwing his arm over your shoulders, practically pulling you into his lap. “Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?”

Tears immediately spring to your eyes, suddenly remembering how horrible today was. You force yourself to take a couple of sips of your glass but your hand starts shaking enough to where James takes your glass and sets it on the coffee table in front of you.

“Bunny—“

His soft voice causes you to start crying, throwing yourself into his chest and burying your face in his neck as you sob out your troubles. James’ hand is warm on your back, rubbing it soothingly and squeezing you close to him. This time, he actually pulls you in his lap, you’re grasping the front of his sweater while he maneuvers your body so you’re straddling his thighs, and you can’t help but scoot closer so you’re sitting on him properly with your body flush against his.

A few minutes of crying later and your tears have finally slowed, your sobs deforming into hiccups until you calm down enough to hear James cooing into your ear, whispering sweet nothings. When you finally catch your breath, you pull back, staring up at James with wide eyes and a pout.

“I-I… I was fired! Fired! And I don’t know what I’m going to do! Mr. Walker just tossed me to the side because a document went missing and he blamed me, and now I’m jobless and my roommates are definitely going to kick me out because I can barely make my rent as it is. What am I going to do?”

James sighs, rubbing one hand up and down your back and keeping his other on your waist, though they manage to sneak up your shirt a little without your notice.

“I’m sorry, bunny,” He starts, giving you a comforting smile. “It’s awful that happened to you, and it’s not your fault, so don’t go blaming yourself like I know you want to.”

Your face goes warm with embarrassment. How is he able to read you so easily?

“And as far as your living situation, you’ll move in with me.”

“James!” Your eyebrows furrow, your head automatically shaking. “No, no I can’t do that to you. I don’t have a job anymore and I definitely can’t afford to pay you rent, I-I can’t burden you like that.” Even though it hurts to say it, you want to be honest with him. Because how on Earth are you supposed to pay him back for this?

“You’re not a burden.” You’re surprised by his angry tone, and his eyes darken as though he’s challenging you to say otherwise. “You’ll never be a burden on me, bunny. I’m offering you this, I don’t want you to pay me.”

As though he can sense your hesitation, he gives you a playful smirk.

“But if you really want to help, how about you do the cooking and cleaning? I don’t always get a good home-cooked meal, and it’d be nice to come back from work to see you in a cute little apron.”

This makes you giggle, a weight lifting off your shoulders when you nod timidly. “I-I can do that. I’ll do anything.”

And while you had pure intentions with that statement, James takes it differently, his eyes darkening even further as he nibbles at his bottom lip.

“Anything?” He smirks wider when you nod eagerly because that’s what you are. Always eager to please — especially please James.

“Yes, anything!”

James hums, seemingly thinking something over, before sliding one of his hands up the back of your shirt.

“How about you give me a kiss? I haven’t had a good one in a while,” While he sounds like he’s teasing, his face shows he’s anything but.

He really wants you to kiss him. And, well, it’s not like you’re going to deny him, you’re too grateful for his generosity. Plus, you’d be insane to pass up such an opportunity, he’s handsome, kind, and makes you feel safe. So, with only a little hesitation, you lean down and press your lips against his in a simple peck, but before you can pull away James groans, placing one hand on the back of your head to keep you steady.

His lips practically attack yours, his tongue invading your mouth and taking what it wants – you. You don’t even know it but you’re whimpering almost immediately, opening your mouth and letting James consume you whole. He’s smiling against your lips, biting your bottom lip as he retreats for a moment so he can stare up into your eyes.

“You’re so beautiful, bunny,” James whispers reverently like he’s hypnotized. And he’s not the only one. Your brain is quickly going silent, your sole focus is on James and how good he’s making you feel.

“Really?”

“So beautiful, I’ve always thought so.” His confession makes you whine, he thinks you’re beautiful, this gorgeous man with the deepest blue eyes you’ve ever seen. Suddenly, James curses softly, grabbing your waist under your shirt, and that’s when you realize you’ve started subconsciously moving your hips against his.

“S-Sorry,” You mumble, though you’re not too sorry considering you can’t stop rolling down onto his lap, it feels too good.

“Don’t be.” James hums thoughtfully, leaning forward slightly and wrapping his arms around your waist. “Why don’t we go to my room? It’ll be more comfortable.”

You don’t even wait for him to finish before you start eagerly nodding your head, adjusting your legs as he stands so you can wrap them around his waist. He carries you to his room, smirking to himself the entire time because you can’t stop kissing and biting his neck in the hopes of leaving a mark, staking your claim. When you finally get there, James quickly shuts the door behind him and then drops you down onto the bed.

“Sir,” You whine when he doesn’t do anything, he’s only standing at the end of the bed, staring at you with eyes so dark with lust that you can’t see the blue of them.

“Don’t worry, bunny, I’ll take good care of you.” With that, he swiftly strips his shirt off and tosses it to the side, then undoes the button on his pants, slowly dragging down the zipper with a wide smirk at the haze in your eyes. “Do you want to help me?”

It takes a few moments for you to understand what he’s asking of you, but once you do you push yourself up, shuffling over to him until you’re sitting with your legs underneath your butt. For a moment you’re not sure what to do, you reach out for his pants but freeze mid-air because you just now realize that you don’t know what the fuck you’re doing. You’ve never been in this situation before, your sexual exploits consist of goodnight kisses on the few dates you’ve been on, and your vibrator in your nightstand that has been working overtime ever since you met James.

“I-I’m sorry,” You murmur, embarrassment flooding your features.

“Why are you sorry, bunny?” James’ voice is soft, soothing your worries.

“I… I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve never… been with a man before.” Your hands fall to your lap at the same time you hang your head. What if you disappoint him? You don’t know what you’re doing and you’d hate to mess anything up.

“I know, bunny. It’s okay.” James lifts your chin with his fore and middle fingers, guiding you to look at him again. “I’ll teach you everything.” His voice dips lower, his bottom lip getting trapped between his teeth when you smile, relieved.

“Now, I’m going to take off my pants, but I want you to take off my boxers. Okay?”

“Yes, sir,” You say quickly, eyes dropping to his crotch as he begins pulling the denim down, down, down until it pools on the floor. He steps out of them, then steps in front of you with his arms hanging by his side. When he raises his eyebrow, nodding to his underwear, you reach out for him again, this time with only a small amount of hesitation. Your nerves are nearly off the charts, but knowing that James is going to guide you makes you feel better.

Your hands are shaking slightly when you pull them down, and absolutely no one can fault you for the loud gasp you let out when he’s finally bare because holy shit. Despite being relatively anxious and naive surrounding sex, you’ve watched your fair share of porn, and while the men in them did usually have big dicks, they seem small compared to James’.

You’re almost frightened, how the hell is that going to fit inside you? James chuckles, and you realize you probably said that aloud.

“Don’t worry, bunny. I’ll make it fit,” James groans, reaching down to grab the bottom of your shirt. “I’m going to take this off now, okay?” He tugs it up and over your head once you give your consent, tossing it to the side and cursing when he sees the light pink bra barely covering your breasts. James is biting his lip so hard you’re worried he might draw blood, but you don’t pay it any mind because he’s soon urging you to lay on your back with your legs dangling over the edge.

“Gonna take these off too.”

Giving him a shy smile and a nod, he hooks his fingers in the waistband of your sweatpants, glancing up at you one final time to make sure you’re okay before he surprises you by pulling them off of your legs in one swift movement. You’re tugged down the bed a little, a shocked gasp leaving your lips.

“Fucking angelic,” James murmurs, dropping to his knees and placing his large, rough hands on your knees. He smirks when he sees your matching light pink panties, already soaking wet at the crotch. You have to bite your lip to keep from whimpering when he pushes your legs wide apart, but you can’t stop yourself from squirming when he doesn’t do anything else.

“James,” You whine, high-pitched and needy.

“Sir,” He reminds you with a raised eyebrow as though he’s daring you to say his real name again. And just for good measure, he surprises you by lifting up one of his hands and swinging it down onto your clothed pussy in a harsh swat, causing you to let out a loud moan.

“Sir! I-I’m sorry, sir.”

“It’s okay, little bunny,” James coos as he runs his hands up the back of your thighs so he can push them up and out, letting him get a good look at where you need him most. “Are you going to let me eat your pretty pussy?”

Even though it’s phrased as a question, you know James isn’t going to take ‘no’ for an answer. It’s not like you even want to tell him ‘no’, you’re too desperate for something, anything.

“Y-Yes, sir. Please.” Your begging makes him groan, and he quickly dips forward so he’s not even an inch away from your core, inhaling deeply and cursing again.

With a quick kiss to your covered clit, he twists his fingers into the band of your panties and rips them into pieces, and you know you’ll have marks from it. But you want them, you want evidence of this night, and you’ll gladly take anything he gives you. And no sooner than your panties off do James dive in, inhaling once more before his tongue sneaks out and licks a long stripe from your hole to your clit.

It’s at that point that you know you’re well and truly fucked, because there’s no way you’re not going to become addicted to the feeling of his tongue dipping into your quivering hole, the way he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks it into his mouth, the way he groans into your pussy like there’s nowhere else he’d rather be.

And it doesn’t take long for your legs to start shaking, desperately trying to close around James’ head but not being able to due to his hands gripping your thighs and holding them still. The filthy groans he lets out are enough to make you cum alone, but then he attaches his lips to your clit again and gently bites down, forcing an obscene moan out of your mouth.

He lets you get used to the pleasure, switching between fucking his tongue deep inside you and flicking at your clit, and only when he decides you’re ready does he manage to slide his forefinger in your pussy all the way to the third knuckle.

“Sir!” You can’t help but yell. Yes, it stings, but it’s far outweighed by the pleasure of his tongue assaulting your pulsating nub.

He wastes no time in slowly sliding it in and out, wiggling it around until you whine loudly, letting him know he’s found that special spot. You’re too out of it to realize it but James is smiling, clearly smug at how he’s making you react. You wouldn’t care anyway, in fact, he deserves it. He’s making you feel too good, especially when he slips in his middle finger and spreads them.

“Oh god! Yes, fuck. Sir, yes,” You’re incoherent, blabbering nonsense because your brain is too foggy to form a coherent thought. James picks up the pace, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking it as he thrusts his fingers directly at your g-spot.

“Sir! Sir, I-I’m…” As soon as he started, he stopped, pulling out his fingers and leaning back slightly with a wide grin. His chin is coated in your juices, and the gleam in his eyes shows you that you’re not going to be able to cum so easily.

“Not yet, bunny,” James says when you whine pathetically, trying to buck your hips up into his mouth but unable to do so because of his commanding grip now holding your waist. “I’m not letting you cum until I’m inside you.”

James then climbs onto the bed, guiding you upwards to lay your head against the plush pillows so he can lean over your body. With little preamble, he snakes his arms around your back to quickly unclasp your bra and allow your breasts to spill free.

“I can’t wait to watch these bounce,” James groans, palming one of them, twisting and pinching at your nipple. James just laughs when you hiss, because your soaked pussy is enough to tell him that you’re loving what he’s doing. 

“Bunny.” He says gruffly, and your eyes shoot up to meet his, though you can hardly see him because your vision is hazy, nothing matters except James. “Are you ready?”

You’re barely able to mumble ‘yes’, but you manage to do so, and James takes that as his cue to grasp the base of his cock and position it at your entrance. He places his other hand on your neck, lightly squeezing the sides to keep your eyes locked on his.

The pressure against your hole is immense, James telling you to breathe as he slowly pushes deeper. He stops about halfway through, giving you a moment for the pain to fade. He’s clearly having a hard time staying still but is cognizant enough to know you’re overwhelmed. It takes a few minutes of deep breathing before you finally nod, silently letting him know that he can move. And he does, pushing in all the way until his hips are flush with yours. Once again, he stills, leaning down to brush his lips over your cheeks and catch the tears spilling from the corners of your eyes.

“H-Hurts, sir,” You whimper out, forcing yourself to keep eye contact with him. And while your core is burning, James looks so damn proud that you’re taking him that it pushes away any discomfort.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No!” Even though you’re in mild pain you’re pretty sure you’ll cry if he pulls out, you need everything he can give you. “Please, don’t stop.”

“Don’t worry, bunny,” James coos, then tightens his grip around your neck ever so slightly. “I’ll give you what you need.” And as though a switch was flipped, James pulls back, pausing for half a second before thrusting forward.

“Ahhh!” Your mouth drops open as you scream, your arms coming up to claw at James’ shoulders and back as he gives you all he has.

And he has a lot to give. He puts his back into fucking you, keeping one hand around your neck and using his other arm to pull your left leg over his shoulder. Sweat beads at your hairline, your eyes stinging with tears, your whole body lit on fire. At this moment, nothing matters except the delicious burn between your legs, the way your body is shoved further up the bed with each of James’ powerful thrusts until it gets to the point where he has to place the hand around your leg on the headboard to steady you.

“Fuck, bunny, you feel so good. You’re so good for me.” James can’t stop mumbling praises, and even though you can’t really hear them, you feel them. Your eyes don’t move from his, even as he glances down to where your bodies are joined. “Fuck, little bunny. Your pussy looks so good stuffed full of my cock, knew you’d take me so well.”

“S-Sir,” You whimper, bucking your hips up to meet his thrusts and digging your nails into his skin. But James doesn’t seem to mind if the way his whole body shudders and his hips slightly lose their rhythm is anything to go by.

“Are you gonna be a good little bunny and cum for me?” James moves his gaze back up to your face, chuckling when he sees how fucked-out you already are. Despite his hand still around your neck you manage to nod, little cries and whines escaping into the air every time James’ cock gets shoved against your cervix.

“Yeah, you are,” James continues, leaning over your body even more and shifting so the tip of his dick hits your spot with every thrust. “You’re going to squirt all over my cock so I can cum deep in your cunt. Gonna cum in you every day, keep you full of me, maybe even plug you up to make sure it sticks.”

You’re right there, your pleasure climbing higher and higher until you’re ready to fall off the edge. James’s next sentence sends you there.

“Fuck, bunny. You’re going to be the perfect little mommy to all the children I’m gonna give you.”

When you wake up, James will tell you about how you came so hard that you blacked out, squirting and gushing around his cock while he continued telling you how even more beautiful you’ll be when you’re pregnant, taking care of him and his home, how he knew you were the one for him from the moment he first saw you. Your things will already be moved into his house. New clothes chosen specifically for you will be hung up in his closet and the bathroom will be adjusted to fit your products. The kitchen is going to be filled with all the food you like. And your cat will be curled up in a miniature hammock in her very own room.

When you wake up, you’ll see how much thought James put into redecorating his home just for you.

And you’ll be too grateful for his kindness to question where he put your birth control.

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Certified perv speaking. Bucky who is so sensitive, his cock is so leaky and he has 0 control over how much of a mess he makes each time he cums. The serum dials everything to 100. The first time he saw you, he could feel spurts of precum dampening his boxers and he knew he was done for.

The first time he makes out with you, he runs off without a word after, making you wonder if you crossed a boundary but no. He can’t look you in a face and tell you he came in his pants like a teenager when you hadn’t even touched him. It took everything in him not to whine and whimper while feeling your soft lips on his, squeezing your waist a little tighter than usual when his cock started to throb painfully agains this jeans. As soon as your tongue is laced with his, he has to resist the urge to moan, his balls tightening, with cum pumping through his cock and wetting the front of his pants. His chest was heaving, body feeling hot, he couldn’t even dignify himself with a short orgasm. He presses his hand to his throbbing cock in the elevator, biting back a moan, hitting his head back against the wall when it throbs again. It takes everything for him to not unzip his pants right then and there so he can pull his cock out and stroke every drop out.

Bucky whose cock is sooo wet and leaky, he’s embarrassed the first time you have him naked, legs spread apart, a clear, sticky mess decorating the head of his cock, dripping down into his tummy. He wished he had some semblance of control instead of constantly nearly ejaculating but he has no idea how much you love on him like this.

You love the way his cock jumps and twitches each time take off a piece of clothing. The second you place your hands on his bare skin, he moans, his cock swelling more, balls growing heavier.

“What is it baby boy” you coo, kissing his inner thigh, his delicious natural scent and musk soaking your cunt.

“Sen-sensitive” he looks at you with pleading eyes, his cock throbbing, torn between needing you to touch him and staying far away because he has no control around you. He’s not a virgin but he’s never gotten head before either and he’s sure he’ll fill your mouth within seconds.

“Do you want me to suck your cock Jamie?” A pearly white drop drips from the tip and you smirk at how gone he is.

“I-I’ll cum” he whispers with pink cheeks, gasping when you take his heavy balls in your mouth, suckling and nursing. “Doll-please-I can’t”

He needs to be inside you, man handling you till you find yourself on top of him, your chest pressing against his. He doesn’t give you a second to think, pushing his cock in and planting his feet, thrusting up into you.

“B-bucky!!“ you squeal at the feeling of his balls hitting your ass, his fat cock stretching you open wide. He clings onto you tight, panting and moaning, the feeling of your tight cunt too much within a few strokes.

“Fuck, M’gonna cum!!” his back arches off the bed, head thrown back against the pillow, “OH FUCK YES” He can’t stop thrusting, holding into your overstimulated form while he empties himself, his orgasm unending.

“Jamiee” you whine, your greedy cunt pulling him back in, his cum spilling everywhere because he’s still throbbing. “You’re making a mess baby”

His eyes roll back at the thought of the warm white cream that’s covering your folds, all of his cum decorating your pussy and it just makes his cock throb more.

“I know-I know doll-Hngg-mph-fuck I can’t stop” his he whines, hiding his face into your neck, his arms nearly limp but his hips don’t stop moving, still rutting up, obscene squelching sounds growing louder. “It’s-its the serum-fucked my cock up, so sensitive, so much cum”

“You’re cumming so much baby”

“Yeah, s’too much, c‘ mom please doll, feels so good, you make me so hard it hurts” he babbles, rolling over so he’s on top, keeping his cock warm, his load soaking the sheets. He rolls his hips slowly, grinding his greedy length in as far as it would go, cuddling his face into your neck again, “m’sorry”

“It’s okay baby, it’s your pussy” you coo and realize what a grave mistake that was because he groans, his cock swelling again, slamming back into you fucjing you with a new purpose.

“S’mine? Fuck, all mine baby?” His eyes are feral now and you feel every ripple and divot is muscle tensed as he fucks harder, “gonna make a mess in my pussy doll, gonna keep busting in my pussy till you have to change the sheets. Gonna empty my cock in my pussy all fuckin’ night”

And he does just that. It takes him minutes for him to finish each time, panting and grunting, feral over how good his orgasms feel and how long they last when he’s thrusting into you till your crying. His mouth gets filthier each time and there’s no stopping it.

“Is your belly all full of cum baby? Did you drink UO every drop your Sargent gave you?”

“Such a pretty milky pussy baby, lookit you, covered in so much cream, get ready for more doll, m’not done”

“Better keep your night free doll, m’fuckin hard and I wanna empty my cock so bad”

His favourite and most unhinged things to do when he’s jealous and possessive is to have you naked on your knees while he jerks himself off, leaning agains t the wall, painting your face and body with ropes of his spend. His eyes squeeze shut as he fucks his fist, thrusting his hips forward when another wave of pleasure consumes him, nearly trembling and buckling over. He cums and cums till your face drips with cum, dribbling down your neck and nipples, and of course he’s going to get you to lie down so he can jerk himself onto your pussy, marking his territory and all you can do is take it while he soaks your-

Idk what’s wrong with me

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Day 10: Cockwarming - Mafia!Stucky

Summary: You’re feeling needy and restless so Steve offers you something to suck on, much to Bucky's amusement.

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, praise kink, oral (m receiving), dribbling, cockwarming, subspace (kinda), needy!reader, teasing, dom/sub Bucky teases Steve

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“Hey boss, the meeting was a success as per usual; Starks agreed…” Bucky’s voice trailed off as he froze in the middle of the office. His thick brows furrowed in confusion as he turned on the spot as if what he was searching for would suddenly appear. It was too quiet and empty, eerie either.

Steve’s expression was displaying anything but those emotions. The mafia leader looked relaxed, slumped as far back into his giant leather chair, verging on the point of looking unprofessional and dishevelled. Bucky stepped closer to his boss, who finally looked away from under the desk to his boyfriend with a deep smirk on his parted lips, his hand disappearing to where his eyes had once been under his desk.

Bucky rested his hands on his hips, moving back his suit jacket as he gave Steve a questioning gaze with his eyes squinting and head tilted to the left. “Where did she go, Steve?”

“Aren’t you supposed to call me Boss when we’re in the office?” Steve retorted arrogantly, raising one of his dark blonde eyebrows towards his second in command. Bucky gave him a deadpan stare, which caused Steve to chuckle and explain, “She’s being a good girl. After you left for the meeting, she wouldn’t sit still; she said she felt needy and wanted something to do, so I gave her something to suck on.”

As Steve explained your current predicament, your body reacted with the slightest hint of embarrassment, even though it wasn’t uncommon for you to be doing something with either Steve or Bucky in a sexual way. Face warmed and throat constricting, you tried to curl further into a ball in an attempt to make yourself smaller as if Bucky or Steve could see through the thick oak desk. In truth, for the majority of the morning, you’d been sitting with Bucky, his metal arm wrapped around your waist as your head rested sleepily on his shoulder. It had been a quiet morning, which meant you could needily cling to him, smell his ocean-scented aftershave and do nothing but tip in and out of sleep.

Steve had been working at the desk next to Bucky’s and would occasionally come over to kiss the top of your temple and cup the back of the brunette man’s head affectionately. Eventually, though, Bucky regretfully had to fulfil his role within the gang and had to attend a meeting, even after you begged and held onto his arm with a childish pout but reluctantly let him go. This was where your eyes turned to your very busy boss of a boyfriend whose lips had quipped up in the corners because he knew you were internally battling whether to come over and interrupt him or to sit there and sulk.

Five whole minutes passed before you gave up the battle and tiptoed over with your arms behind your back, nibbling on your lower lip, trying to think of the words to say without sounding pathetic and whiny. Steve thankfully moved his chair back to give you space to climb into his lap, accepting the hand he outstretched to help you sit sideways on his muscular thighs.

“Everything okay, beautiful?” he asked whilst pecking your cheek as your fingers delved into the soft hair at the nape of his neck, playing with it and soothing yourself and him.

Your lips pressed into his neck, right over his thumping pulse, as he moved the chair closer to the desk to continue working. “Yeah, I just need some warmth, and you are definitely filling in that role for me; sorry for interrupting you whilst you’re working”.

Steve had to refrain from sighing as he stroked down your spine and implored, “Baby, you know you’re never interrupting me whilst I’m at work. I’d drop everything if you told me to, you know that”.

Smiling against his skin, you thanked him with a kiss to his stubble jaw and relaxed into his hold, feeling yourself becoming sleepy before long. However, that only lasted for half an hour as you became unsettled, antsy almost as you kept shuffling around in Steve’s lap, needing to find something to do. You tried stroking through his hair, playing with the end of his tie so your fingers were occupied, and even moving into different positions so that you could watch what the infamous Steve Rogers did during his working day.

The endless emails and maps had your eyes dropping and dullness returning. “I’m bored”, you pout whilst tilting your head to look at the blonde man who was trying to hold back his grin, knowing this was coming. Sometimes, when you were in one of these unsettled moods, you were similar to a puppy and needed stimulation.

“Why don’t you put that pretty mouth to good use”, Steve suggested, his voice husky and low. It was supposed to be a joke, something that would earn him one of your beautiful grins; he hadn’t anticipated the sly smirk, and you began to slide off his lap. Steve shuffled back to give you some more room as you disappeared beneath the desk, which was a warm, dark hole with enough space to fit into.

Pushing apart his big, meaty thighs, you knelt between them, resting your hands whilst rubbing up and down on the muscles. You gave him a quizzical, thoughtful look, chewed on your bottom lip, “Do you want me just to give you a blowjob, or could I just sit with it in my mouth? I think I just need something to distract me so I can cockwarm you while you work. Is that ok?”

Steve tried not to groan at your sweet little voice, acting all innocent when you asked such a dirty question. Lifting his hand, he rested his palm against your cheek and agreed, “You can do anything you want to me, honey.” Your eyes gleamed as your body rocked in a happy dance, not needing to say another word to him.

As your fingers began to undo his belt and zipper, Steve’s length began to harden and lengthen with each thump of his heart, the shaft filling with blood and arousal. As his cock kissed the air and was sprung free from the confines of his black suit trousers, you began to readjust your position, making sure to be as comfortable as possible. Your arse rested on the floor, finding it softer than remaining on your knees, and then your arms remained on either of his thighs.

Filling your mouth with saliva, you began by licking long strips from the base of his cock to the tip, covering his length so that it was moist. You loved everything about his cock and could stare at it instead to keep yourself occupied, especially when it moved on its own with the pulse of his arousal.

The tip of his cock pressed against your tongue as you took him into your mouth but only an inch or two and rested your face on his lap. Steve was so well endowed, so there wasn't any way that you'd be able to deep throat his entire length, but because you wanted to just rest with something in your mouth, you only needed his tip to suckle on and could still breathe easily through your nose. 

His taste always drove you crazy, let alone the smell that had your core sparking away with your pleasure and wetness. You did nothing about it and just continued to lazily lick the underside when you needed to move or gentle, quick sucks. Steve’s hand rested heavily on the top of your head as he licked his lips, watching you find contentment with warming his cock with your mouth.

Attempting to return to work, he looked away from his love up to the laptop, but he couldn't pull his hand away from your head like he was using it to praise you with sweet pets to your cheek or run his fingers through your hair. His work became incredibly more impossible to complete the longer you warmed his cock; especially as every so often you had to move slightly to find comfort, which caused his cock to throb painfully, sending sparks to his balls. Due to the serum pumping through his veins, Steve could stay hard for hours, which was both a curse and a blessing. Great for when he was fucking you into a blubbering mess, making you cum over and over, but a curse when he was so hard and desperate to cum but couldn’t because his body thought he needed to keep going.

For now, you were happy, so he was happy, but he wanted nothing more than to fill your mouth with his cum, making you swallow every drop. It also became a little game for him: how long could he keep you like this before you either asked to stop, fell asleep, or eventually orgasm and needed to rest?

As time ticked by, your jaw muscles ached slightly from keeping your mouth open and resisting the urge to naw down on Steve. You were also half asleep, feeling drowsy, eventually giving up on trying to stop the saliva dripping from the corner of your mouth as it pooled onto Steve’s trousers.

Eventually, your other boyfriend returned from the meeting, not that you were aware at first; it was only when Steve began to talk that you realised he was talking to Bucky. This was when you started to feel somewhat embarrassed at being caught lazily sucking off Steve because you’d been so unsettled with Bucky being gone.

A knock against the top of the desk disrupted your train of thought. Bucky began to talk loudly enough that you could hear as he asked, “You alright down there, Doll? Need a pillow or anything?”

You mumbled the words, ‘No, I’m fine’ around Steve’s dick which throbs and earned a deep groan from the mafia boss. The tips of his fingers dug into your scalp as he clearly enjoyed the vibrations that your tongue and mouth caused.

Bucky smiled broadly, showing all his teeth as he noticed his boyfriend's reactions. Reaching forward, he wrapped his knuckles against the desk again with a knock, which in turn had Steve frowning at Bucky, knowing he was going to ask another question.

“What’s he doing down there? Is little Steve still standing to attention?”

You couldn’t help but smile around the referred-to cock, nodding this time before confirming your answer with a gargled ‘yes’.

“Fuck!” Steve gruffly shouted with his head tipping back in a clear display of pleasure as he thrust his hips so his cock pushed deeper into your mouth. “Bucky, stop. I’m going to cum if she keeps doing that; you don’t understand how close I am already”.

Even though you felt somewhat proud of yourself for getting the mighty Steve Rogers to the brink of orgasm, and he hadn’t even complained about it once that he needed to cum. You still contemplated that it was funny that he was blaming Bucky for his current predicament rather than you, who continued with the gentle sucks, causing your cheeks to indent and tongue brush the area at the underside of his shaft.

Bucky continued to grin menacingly, not listening to Steve’s warnings and wanting to see how close he was, knowing there wouldn’t be any repercussions to his actions. Lifting his metal hand once more, he knocked against the oak, which caused the boss to huff in frustration, beginning to sweat along his temple. “Buck, seriously, she’d finding comfort in this, so can you fucking stop? I don’t want to ruin this for her”, Steve tried to reason with him.

The words and affection in his tone caused you to feel love and warmth as he was trying to refrain from orgasming so that you could be comfortable, even though it was probably paining him to be this hard and not find relief. 

Bucky didn’t care and knocked slowly one more time, “You don’t mind, do you, Sweetheart? You could always come and suck my cock if you want to relax, isn’t that right?”

Excitement flooded through you to be able to pleasure not just one of your boyfriends but two as you animatedly answered, “Yes!” but this time, your head lifted off of Steve’s lap, moving his cock with you, but it still moved deeper to edge the back of your throat.

As soon as you moved and the flat of your warm tongue shifted against the underside of his sensitive spot, his hips thrust more harshly this time, and Steve’s grunts became louder and more desperate. You knew what was coming and made sure to move closer, tongue lapping and mouth tightening and sucking harder as thick white spurts of cum coated your throat. Steve’s hand fell from your head as you drank every single drip he had released with his orgasm.

Steve groaned your name like it was the only thing that mattered to him in the world, eyes closed and all thoughts only of your mouth on his cock. The apples of his cheeks were warm and pink from the effort he’d put into trying not to cum, but now that he had, he could try and compose himself.

Rubbing his hands over his face to wipe the sweat gathered there, he breathed deeply, releasing the air slowly as he composed himself.

On the other hand, Bucky was biting his lip, watching the man he loved come completely undone just a couple of moans by his favourite girl.

Tucking Steve’s softening cock back into his trousers, the man finally moved his chair back enough that he could try and help you to stand and pull back into his lap, kissing you feverishly and not caring that he could taste himself on your lips.

“Want me to repay the favour?” Steve asked under his breath as his hand slid up your thigh, but you shook your head with a genuine smile and explained that you were tired, which you were. Accepting this, he massaged over your legs and arms instead to try and remove the ache that had settled there from being kept beneath the desk in a squished position.

With the back of your hand, you wiped away the spit that still soaked your chin from where you’d dribbled as you turned to greet Bucky with a grin.

“Ready for round two?” Bucky asked as he slowly moved and stalked around the desk.

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🫂 Joe, have a teapot! Have a bloody teapot! requested by @happygirl-0408

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Gentle, dark! Tang is my fave 🥹🥹🥹

hear me out… imagine a soft!dark tangerine x reader where he comes home from work and can’t find her and panics but he ends up finding her sleeping in his bed wearing his sweater 🥹

tangerines heart would fucking burst on the spot.

this would be a little later into kidnapping her, like after chapter four when that attachment to him is starting to kick in. maybe this is a super rare occasion when he is out on a mission and out of the house for a few days, and youre already missing his sweet kisses on the first day tangerine is gone and on the third day you cant even sleep properly.

you sigh in your bed, youve gone past the grumpy and annoyed stage, now youre just sad and lonely and just want to be held. thats when you walk to tangerines room and lay down. but its not enough.

you have the bright idea of wearing something of his to sleep and eventually find a nice big sweater that engulfs you and smells entirely of tangerine.

it still takes you a while to sleep, but the sweet thoughts of him coming back sends you into slumber.

and when tangerine finds you, your cheek smushed into his pillow with soft breaths coming out of your mouth and his sweater on you, he has to physically stop himself from waking you up and kissing you because he is covered in blood and doesn't want to scare you.

when he dressed for bed, he tries very hard to move carefully, but you still wake up. your eyes fluttering open and heart stopping at the sight of tangerine.

"did i wake you? m'sorry, go back to sleep, my love."

"kay." is all you say before pressing your softly lips to his jaw and going back to sleep. tangerine is up for another thirty minutes, the area you kissed burning his skin. he decides he'll wake you up with his head between your thighs <333

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Just so we're all on the same page with the writer's strike.

If during the strike, it's announced about AI generated shows. We are not watching them. Not even out of curiosity. Let them fail every AI generated show they try make.

The human voice can not be replaced by AI. Don't let them try.

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mads mikkelsen

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Michael Shannon photographed by François Nars

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Happy belated birthday as well to this lovely man and his powerful presence.

Michael Shannon (August 7, 1974)