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“Okay, I’m ace and I could do a better job of acting in this scene than she does.”
The beginning of this super cute drabble written by @akira-of-the-twilight! Thank you for writing ace Tony!!
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The Laird and his kids.
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Bingo: Steve Rogers Bingo Round 3 Card: Rufferto and number SB3017 Title : The Laird and his Kids. Pairing: Steve and his kids. Square Filled: D3 Prompt: "Kidfic, kids" Warnings: No archive warnings apply. Rating: Teen Tags: Steve as a Highlander, young goats are called kids, morning sun, lovely day in the highlands. Summary: It's a beautiful morning in the Highlands and Steve, the laird of the land took the young kids to the highest pasture to get the best grass. They frolicked about, happy in the morning sun until one of them, a sassy kid named Bucky, noticed that they were not alone. Hopefully Steve will notice too and he won't get a headbutt if he doesn't notice the assassin creeping up.
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my dad was watching captain america (for the 293823th time) and i just
got a very
urgent
urge
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He’s such a big meanie
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Hey can i request a drabble where Reader is pouty and wants to be on top with Ransom and ride him for once and he teases reader that they cant handle his co*k from that position.
Simple Request
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader Word Count: 1,435 Summary: You just wanted to be on top for once, but Ransom didn’t much like your simple request. Warnings: Smut. Bad language. Mean Ransom.
A/N: Happy Filth Friday, friends! And thanks for this naughty prompt, nonny! Hope you enjoy this lil ficlet ;)
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“Are you seriously pouting at me right now?” Ransom panted. He slammed into you harder, giving a dirty grind at the end that had you gasping.
You glared, knowing he was only doing it to try and wipe the pout off your face. “Y-you’re such a dick.”
You squealed as he fucked you harder, dropping his hand to your stomach, then lower, until he was pressing firm circles around your clit.
“Look at how good I fuck you, baby,” he teased, dropping his head so he could nip at your bottom lip, tug it harshly between his teeth. “And you’re gonna complain?”
“I’m not complaining…ahh!” you threw your head back as he started to fuck you with abandon, eyes squeezing shut as you arched against him.
You were so close…almost there…every inch of your body on fire, the pleasurable tension ready to snap you like a rubber band when—
Ransom stopped moving, pulling his touch away from your clit.
Your eyes flew open and you scowled. Clutching his arms tighter, you dug your fingernails into his biceps. “Ransom.”
“You wanna pout, I’ll give you a reason to pout.” He arched an arrogant brow. “Maybe I won’t let you finish at all. Is that what you want?”
He had that mean, devilish look in his eyes. You knew he’d do it too, work you up then leave you hanging, just to punish you for your simple request.
“No,” you whined, arching against him. You curled your knee around his hip, hands sliding up to his shoulders and then around his back as you tried to pull him closer. “Please.” You were pouting again, lower lip sticking out and eyes going big and pleading. “I just wanted to be on top for once.” 
“You can barely take my cock as is,” Ransom snorted. He suddenly drove into you, hard and deep, until he bottomed out and was groaning his pleasure, head thrown back as he hissed a string of obscenities. His eyes fluttered open and re-focused on you beneath him.
Ransom wasn’t wrong. He was packing, and you were much smaller than him. No matter how many times he fucked you, the first few minutes always had you whining and whimpering until you adjusted.
“You still with me, Y/N?” he taunted, retreating from your tight heat before driving his hips forward in a slow, deep thrust.
You squirmed, fingers curled into his back as you bit your bottom lip to suppress your whimpers. “I can take it,” you finally said, voice an octave higher than usual.
Ransom laughed, suddenly pulling out of you. He sat back on his haunches, dark eyes drifting to the warm, wet place between your thighs. “Fine, you wanna be on top, then you’re gonna be on top. Come on.”
He smacked your thigh before stretching out beside you on the bed. He tucked his hands behind his head with a sigh, waiting.
There was a long, quiet moment when you just stared at him, stunned. Eyes wide and mouth gaping like an idiot.
He was giving you what you wanted? Just like that?
Ransom suddenly rolled his head your way, brows lifting as he gave you a challenging smirk. “Well? Having second thoughts, princess?”
Your eyes narrowed and you sat up, twisting toward him. Your annoyance was short lived as you stared down at him, getting distracted by his ridiculous body. Golden skin, rippling muscles, dark hair dusting his chest and trailing down the center of his stomach.
Giving a dreamy sigh you’d be embarrassed about later, you slowly drew your fingers along his abs.
Ransom’s muscles jumped beneath your touch, his hard cock twitching against his thigh. “Y/N,” he gritted, grabbing your wrist.
Your eyes shot to his.
“You have three seconds to get that tight little cunt of yours over here to ride my dick, or we’re gonna have a problem.”
His words and commanding tone made your body clench with need. Shivering, you moved closer, tossing your leg over his hips until you were straddling him. You reached back to take him in hand, lining him up with your entrance.
You sank down on Ransom slowly, already gasping at the girth of him as his head breached you. “Oh…my god.”
“That’s it,” he hummed, hands lifting to grip your hips. “Keep going.”
You whimpered as you eased down further, hands finding purchase on Ransom’s stomach as you paused. He was barely half-way in. “God, you’re so big.” You sank down a bit more before tensing. “I can’t,” you cried.
You shuddered as your body fought his intrusion, inhaling sharply, the air not feeling like enough to sustain you before it wisped out of your lips on a shaky exhale. You went to move off of him, but Ransom’s grip on your hips grew tighter, holding you in place.
“Uh, uh, uh,” he tutted, dark eyes glittering up at you. “You wanted this. You whined like a dumb little baby for it, so now you’re gonna ride my dick until we both cum.”
“Ransom, I can’t—” You shrieked as he yanked you down as he drove his hips up.
“Christ,” he gritted as you quivered and clenched around him.
It only hurt for a few seconds, and then it was just a lot. Ransom filled you so much, so completely, that you felt like you couldn’t catch your breath. You panted and squirmed, shoulders hunched and head hanging over his chest as you tried to adjust to the size of him in this position.
“Come on, rock your hips,” he instructed impatiently, palming your breast. He rolled your nipple between his fingers, laughing breathlessly as you moaned and started really riding him. “That’s it.”
“Feels so good,” you breathed, head falling back as you found a rhythm that worked for you. As the fire began to ignite low in your belly, your body loosened up a bit, your hips moving quicker as you chased your pleasure.
“Faster, baby,” Ransom ordered, thrusting up into you with a loud moan. He reached up, sliding his hand along your sternum, spreading it across the top of your chest until his fingers were lightly curling against your throat. “Is this what you wanted?”
“Yeah,” you breathed as he tugged you down to his level and reared up for a filthy kiss. The new angle made your breath catch. “Ransom, please.”
His palm curved around your jaw, fingers tangling in your hair as he pulled you close for another slow, thorough kiss. “You need a little help?” he asked, pulling away with a haughty grin.
You nodded desperately, pressing your forehead to his as you rode him harder. Faster. “Please,” you gasped against his mouth.
Ransom’s other hand moved over your thigh, fingers tickling along your stomach before he was strumming your clit. “Jesus, baby, you’re soaked.” He groaned, nipping at your bottom lip as you began to tremble. “Go on, cum for me. Let me feel you squeeze me tight.”
You cried out as you reached your peak, head falling back as a wave of pleasure swept you away. Your hips continued to move against Ransom’s as aftershocks spiked along your body, making you shudder.
You came back to yourself just as your body swayed forward, completely spent. You caught yourself clumsily on shaky arms before collapsing bonelessly across Ransom’s chest.
His hand slid up your back as you struggled to regain your breath. You shivered as Ransom twined your hair around his fingers. His grip grew tight and you whined pathetically as he tilted your head back to meet his gaze.
“Do you think you’re done?” he asked softly.
You blinked once, twice, brain slow to comprehend his words. “Huh?”
His lips curled slowly, his patented mean smirk coming out to play. “I told you to ride my dick until we both cum.” He tugged your hair as he drove his hips up.
You mewled at the hard, hot ridge of him spearing into you. Your channel clenched tightly as your thighs cramped.
But damn if you didn’t feel that needy, desperate fire reignite in your belly.
Ransom chuckled, gathering you in his arms and shoving you back until you were sitting over him once more. “Go on, ride me ‘til I cum.”
You frowned, then gasped as Ransom’s hand shot out. He grabbed your lower lip between his thumb and forefinger and tugged on it hard enough to make your eyes water.
“And no more fucking pouting,” he growled. He slapped your ass into motion, sinking back against the bed with a smirk, laughing quietly as you did all the work.
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A/N: Ransom turns me into such a (horny) hoe, and I ain’t even sorry. Hope you enjoyed my filth! Feel free to drop me a like, comment, or reblog! <3
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Oh, an unusual discovery - rare plant
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Lovesick rescue ! ⭐️❣️ Ft. Yandere!AU with Steve Rogers
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When the RSD hits…….
You’ll find me in my pillow fort.
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Thanks love 🥰
His little dolly
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AN: Here we go, party-people. Here is the third part of my DBF Steve, officially making it a Series by the rules of Jen. This is actually based on the original idea by the lovely @krissy25 which started the whole thing off. It also actually adds some plot, which I was not expecting. It is, however, still absolute filth
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Summary: You have to try and control yourself when your parents and you spend the day helping Steve building his new deck. The evening, however, is a different matter.
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Relationship: DBF Steve x Inexperienced Reader
Word count: 4.3k
CW: AU: No Powers, Age difference (Steve 40s, Reader early 20’s), Soft Dark Steve, Power Imbalance, Secret relationship, Oral Sex (F receiving), Fingering, Squirting, Unprotected PIV Sex (reader on BC), Pussy slapping, Breath-play, Under-negotiated kink, Mild Angst, Implied Somnophilia, Implied Cum eating, Steve Rogers Dirty Talk, Bimbo-fication.
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This was going to be torture. You were going to be spending the whole day with Steve, which on the surface, sounded like a dream - you only usually spent snatched moments together. However, your parents were also going to be there this time. 
Your Dad had gleefully announced three days ago that you’d all be spending Saturday at Steve’s house, having a cook-out while he and Steve worked on renovating Steve’s deck. So here you were, in the backseat of your Dad’s car as he drove the couple of miles across town to get there. You’d be so near but so far, and you had no idea how you were going to keep it together, especially since you hadn’t seen him in a week and he was still in possession of your toy-box.
The car lurched as your Dad pulled up outside Steve’s house, braking a little too hard, and you could almost hear his eyes roll as your Mom clicked her tongue at him. As they both got out of the car you put your best game face on and joined them. 
It was a warm day, and determined not to be labelled as a ‘useless woman’ you’d eschewed your normal hot weather wardrobe of a sundress. Instead you’d put on sturdy sneakers, some denim shorts and a baggy sleeveless tee, intending to help out with Steve’s renovations. You hoped that if you were busy, you’d be able to distract yourself from being so close to what you wanted.
That plan went straight out the window almost immediately. The three of you walked up the path, but instead of heading to the front door your Dad veered off toward the gate that went directly into the back yard. He pushed it open, holding it for you and your Mom, and you followed her through it. 
You came to a grinding halt as all thoughts were driven from your head.
Steve had already started working, and he must have been at it for a while because he’d already discarded his shirt and had a sheen of sweat over his body.
Your mouth went dry and you barely noticed the way you pressed your thighs together, your clit already throbbing with arousal. He looked like a god come to life.
Yes, you’d seen him naked more than once, but you’d never seen him like this in the bright light of day, just looking so masculine. Was there a name for this kink? The urge to just lick the sweat from his pecs was almost overwhelming.
“Sweetie? Are you okay?” Your Mom’s voice pulled you back into reality.
“Umm, yeah. I - uuh - just got something in my eye.” You blinked rapidly and rubbed at your right eye to bring credence to your story, but it seemed that your Mom wasn’t fooled. She leaned in close and whispered conspiratorially. 
“He is rather distracting, I’ll grant you.”
“Mom!” You felt your cheeks flame with embarrassment, and looked around to see if either your Dad, or god forbid Steve, had heard. “You can’t say things like that,” you hissed out.
Your Mom just gave you a wink. “Married, not dead, sweetie. Just don’t look at boys your own age like that - they might take it the wrong way and try to take advantage.”
You bit your tongue, desperately hoping she wouldn’t work out your secret just by looking at your face. Luckily you were saved by an unlikely ally when your Dad shouted out for your Mom’s attention as he tried to locate his tool belt. “I’m gonna go and get the cooler from the car,” you shouted, desperate for a few moments alone to compose yourself.
Spending all day with Steve was one thing, but spending it with him when he was topless, his skin kissed by the sun, and with him letting out little grunts of effort that reminded you too much of other noises? Well, you’d be lucky not to just orgasm on the spot and then the game would be up.
You jogged back down Steve’s front path to where your Dad’s car was parked at the curb. You popped the trunk, and were just leaning into it to lift out the cooler full of beer and meat for the cookout when a shadow fell over you.
You whirled around, coming straight into eye contact with the physique you’d just been admiring.
“Hey, Babydoll. You look a little warm. Something got you all flustered?” The way he teased you normally got you going, but given the current situation it just made you cross. You stepped away, needing space to breathe, and looked over at his smirking face. At least he’d thrown his shirt back over his shoulders, but it wasn’t buttoned and his chest was just there. 
“You’ve done this on purpose,” you ground out, trying not to raise your voice and catch your parents’ attention.
“I don’t know what you mean, sweetheart,” Steve drawled mockingly, as he reached into the trunk and effortlessly picked up the cooler. “I just got a bit overheated while working and needed to strip off. Surely, you can understand that. And anyway, I’m just your Dad’s friend - not your type in any case.”
“Fuck you!” you whispered, full of both anger and arousal. 
Steve stepped back up onto the sidewalk heading back towards his house, but he paused as he passed you, ducking his head to whisper in your ear. “Later, Babydoll. Later. And don’t go touching yourself when you go to the bathroom. I’ll know if you do…”
He walked away, and you gave yourself a few seconds to take in some deep breaths before following him back into his yard. He was already talking to your Mom when you got there, back to being the genial friend of the family.
“Thank you for bringing over the food and agreeing to come help out. I expected it to just be me and Twinkle-toes over there.” He jerked his head in your Dad’s direction, who pouted at the nickname, and your Mom threw back her head and laughed.
“Oh, it’s no problem at all, Steve. You’re like family. You know we think of you like a brother.”
Steve glanced over at you, and the look you saw in his eyes was in no way ‘uncle-like’. You shivered and tried not to think of all the things the two of you had done - things that would probably make your Mom faint and your Dad go apoplectic. 
There was only one way you were going to get through this day, so purposefully ignoring Steve you strode over to where your Dad was looking at the decking planks, a measuring tape in hand and a carpenter’s pencil between his teeth.
“How can I help?” you asked, and got stuck in.
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Your plan worked to a certain extent. At least while you were helping your Dad measure and cut, or helping your Mom prepare the food for the grill. However, everytime you thought you had your equilibrium back on an even keel, Steve seemed to somehow know and would make a point of brushing past you or would stand in your eye line. He’d then tip his head back and drink from his beer, uncaring if any errant drops spilled from his mouth and trickled down his throat and chest. A few times you were tempted to disobey him - go to his bathroom and relieve the tension building in your core. You even wondered if you could sneak off to his bedroom and use his pillow to get yourself off, but you weren’t that brave.
The hours passed by fast despite each minute feeling like an eternity, and it was with a sense of pride that you realised that your assistance had actually been useful - Steve’s deck was almost complete. The railings on one side still needed to be put into place and the protective wood stain needed to be added, but all in all it was a success. 
Now you were all relaxing on loungers, having filled up on burgers, wieners and your Mom’s potato salad, sipping on the remaining beers. 
Your parents and Steve had been talking about local goings-on while you’d been daydreaming when Steve directed a question to you.
“So, d’you think you’ll have the energy to meet up with your girlfriends after all your efforts today?”
For a moment you were confused. You had no plans after this, let alone with any girlfriends, but then a lightbulb came on in your head. “Oh, uh, yeah. I’ve just gotta check if they still wanna go out. They weren’t sure, which is why I hadn’t mentioned it,” you turned to your parents, hoping they found it plausible. Your Dad just waved his hand.
“You’re a grown up now, sweetie. You don’t need to account for your movements to us. We know you’re sensible. And it won’t be too long now before you spread your wings and leave the nest completely - get that job you’ve been dreaming of.”
“Oh,” said Steve with interest. “What job is that?”
“Hasn’t she told you?” Your Mom sat forward in her chair, full of excitement. “She’s got an interview for an internship at Walker Industries. Our baby’s on the up and up.”
“Mom,” you groaned. “It’s not that glamorous. It’s really just glorified data entry.”
“But it’s a big company,” your Mom argued back. “International. And you’re smart and ambitious. You’ll be working your way up in no time.”
Neither her or your Dad seemed to notice how quiet Steve had gone - how his now dark gaze was settled squarely on you -, but you did and you couldn’t work out what it meant. Then, with a smack of his hands on his thighs, Steve stood up.
“Well, it’s been a long day and I really do appreciate the help and the company, but if Little Miss Social Life here has something planned, I’d best let you go.”
Your Dad looked at his watch and gasped, making some comment about time flying, and then you were all caught up in a flurry of activity and goodbyes. Your Dad checked he had all his tools and your Mom made sure she had all her food containers, despite Steve’s insistence he should keep them to wash up and return at another point. Ten minutes later, you were all back in the car heading home.
Twenty minutes after that you were under the shower, washing the sweat and dirt of the day off yourself and trying to ignore how every nerve ending in your body was on fire from the anticipation of what was to come. In another forty minutes, you’d tried on and discarded various different outfits, trying to find just the right one. It was proving difficult because your parents thought you were going out with the girls, so your outfit had to reflect that, but at the same time Steve preferred a certain aesthetic on you - loving you in little sundresses and flirty skirts. However, having emptied most of your meagre wardrobe over your bed and your floor, you finally settled on something that you hoped would work - a hot pink dress with spaghetti straps and skirt that swirled when you moved. You slicked on some light make-up, again trying to strike the balance right, grabbed your purse and jogged down the stairs.
You shouted a hurried ‘good-bye’ to your parents, who were cuddled up on the couch sleepily watching one of their favourite police procedural dramas, and finally made your way out of the door. While walking down the darkening sidewalk, your jacket slung over your arm, you checked your phone. You’d sent Steve an estimate of when you’d be ready and hoped he’d be waiting for you at the end of the block. There was no response to the text you’d sent to the number saved under ‘Janice’, and you started to feel nervous until you turned the corner and saw the vehicle you’d been on the lookout for.
Feeling a bit giddy, you skipped over, opening the passenger door and sliding in beside Steve. You threw your arms around his neck and pressed your lips to his. He looked back at you, indulgently, and licked his lips.
“You look like a doll come to life, sweetheart.”
You preened under his praise. “I’m glad you like it,” you replied, smoothing the hot pink fabric over your legs.
“If I was less of a gentleman, I’d have my way with you here and now,” he growled, dramatically.
“And if you were more of a gentleman, I wouldn’t even be here,” you teased back.
“Brat,” he replied with a chuckle and a warning pinch to your thigh. “Behave.”
“Yes, Steve.” You pouted and batted your eyelids, and he chuckled again before putting his car in drive and peeling away from the curb. As he drove, you gave him sideways glances, studying his profile as you hummed to the music on the stereo and tapping your hands on your lap. The streetlights helped to highlight the streaks of grey at his temples, and you longed to run your fingers through it. You just had to be patient, though - it wouldn’t be long until Steve had you spread out on his bed and you’d have the chance to do just that.
Heat started to pool within you, the anticipation making you fidgety, and you let out a sigh of relief when Steve steered the car up his drive and into his garage. As soon as he killed the engine, he was making his way around your side of the car to open the door. He helped you out and then immediately took your face in his large hands, laying a demanding kiss on you. You squeaked briefly in surprise before leaning into it, your hands fisting his shirt for balance. You’d worn higher heels than normal and weren’t used to the change in your centre of gravity. 
Steve smiled against your lips, sliding his hands down your body until he grasped your ass and lifted you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your skirt riding up, and dug your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. He walked across the garage but didn’t take you through the door into the main house, instead heading out into his backyard. He lowered you slowly, your bodies sliding against each other until your feet hit the new planks.
“Why are we out here, Steve? We spent all day on this damn thing.”
He smiled at you in the moonlight. “Exactly, Babydoll. You helped me build it, so now you have to help me christian it.”
You cocked your head at him, brows furrowed, and then realisation hit. “Oh!”
Steve pulled you back into his embrace. “Oh, indeed,” he said, and then he lowered his mouth to yours again, demanding entrance and acting as though he was going to devour you. You gave back as good as you got, feeling desperate for his touch. “Today was so hard,” he muttered against your lips. “Every time you bent over in those shorts, fuck. There were moments where I almost didn’t care that your parents were here. I wanted to rip them from you and take you right here.”
“‘Wasn’t any easier for me,” you murmured back. “My Mom saw me staring at you - I think she thinks I’ve got a crush on you. Warned me not to look at boys my age the way I look at you.”
“As if you’d dare,” came the jesting reply.
Steve’s hand skimmed down your side until it reached the hem of your dress. It made its way under, his palm sliding over your thigh working its way up to your hip where it stopped, and he pulled back from your kiss.
“Sweetheart, have you come out without any panties on?”
You peered up at him, coyly from under your lashes. “Maybe…” It was your turn to smirk.
“Fuck,” he barked and then dropped straight to his knees, his hands throwing up your skirt so he could grasp your naked ass and pull you onto his face. His tongue found its way, unerring, between your folds and straight to your clit, giving you no time to prepare yourself.
“Steve!” you screeched before biting down on your lip, and grabbing hold of his head as you tottered on your heels. “Oh god!”
He was like a man possessed, slurping lewdly at your sex and alternating between sucking on your clit and thrusting his tongue in and out of your spasming cunt. It was a vicious onslaught of pleasure that left you dizzy and out of breath. When he pressed two of his fingers inside of you without warning, you had to let go of him with one hand so you could bite down on the base of your thumb to stop from screaming in ecstasy. “Give it to me, Babydoll. I need you to make a mess.”
He stroked that special spot inside of you without pause, and sucked on your clit as your legs shook. There was a heavy feeling inside your core, like the building of an orgasm but different, as he kept up his pleasurable torture.
“Steve!” You gasped. “I…I’m gonna…what’s happening?”
He didn’t answer, just kept up what he was doing, driving you closer to the brink and also towards something unknown. When you came, it was with a massive release of pressure. Your body jerked in his hold, your eyes rolled up and you felt a wet flood between your legs. You heard Steve moan into your cunt, and then you heard the patter of liquid onto the wood between your feet. You felt like you were flying and sinking at the same time.
“What the fuck?” You slurred as Steve slowly rose back to his feet.
“You squirted, sweetheart. So fucking sexy.”
“I what?” You squeaked, unbelieving. “But isn’t that…” A feeling of shame started to wash over you, but Steve interrupted it, pressing one of his fingers to your lips.
“Yes, but also no. Don’t think too much about it, honey. It’s nothing to be ashamed of - it’s natural. Just means you were really turned on, and let me tell you, it’s quite the ego boost to do that to you. Made me even harder.”
His eyes narrowed and he took hold of your hand, so much smaller than his and placed it over the bulge in his jeans.
“It’s gonna make it a lot easier for me to slip inside that tight pussy of yours too. She’s so wet, ‘m gonna just slide right in. And fuck, it’s gonna make some beautiful sounds. Would you like that, Babydoll? Want me to stuff this fat cock into your hungry cunt? See if I can make you squirt again?”
His words hypnotised you and you groped at his cock, staring up at him with your mouth wide open and your eyes glazed with lust. Fuck, you could feel your cum running down your bare thighs. “Please,” you begged, your tone husky and full of need.
As if you were a rag doll, Steve steered you backwards until your back hit one of the completed portions of railing. He spun you to face it and then plastered himself against your back. The heat of him burned through your dress, and his breath tickled your ear. “I’m gonna take you right here and you’re gonna be good for me and take it. You’re gonna be quiet too - we don’t want Mrs Kennedy next door coming out to find out what’s going on.”
You heard the metallic snick of his fly being lowered and your eyes fluttered closed. Steve’s foot tapped yours and you widened your stance, taking hold of the railing for stability. Slowly, he pulled your skirt up above your hips and his cock nudged against your naked ass. Steve placed his left hand, fingers splayed over your stomach, holding you right where he wanted you as he guided his cock to the entrance of your cunt and then pressed in with one hard thrust.
You choked back your cry, your fingers tightening their grip on the wood in front of you.
“Good girl,” Steve praised, and he started to fuck into you with long, firm strokes. “Such a perfect little dolly, just for me.”
His right hand came up to the straps of your dress and bra, lowering them down your arms so he could free your breasts. The cool evening air blew across you, making your nipples peak, and you moaned low in your throat as Steve rolled each of them in turn, plucking and pulling at them in a way that was both painful and oh-so-good.
He fucked you languidly, building you up slowly. His left hand moved down and he drew lazy circles over your clit - enough to have you whimpering with need, but not enough to bring you to orgasm.
“I’m gonna fuck you just like this - slow and deep - until you feel like you’re gonna burst. I want you to come on me and fucking soak my cock like you did my hand. I want your cum to splatter all over this fucking deck. I want you to feel so much pleasure that you never want to look at another man.”
Your mind was hazy with lust, your hips moving to meet his thrusts. “Don’t want anyone but you, Steve. Make me feel so good.”
A small change in the angle of Steve’s thrusts had his cock rubbing over your g-spot the same way his fingers had earlier. The feeling of your orgasm building still felt strange, but at least you knew what to expect. You just didn’t know how you were going to stay silent, though.
He cruelly twisted one of your nipples just as he thrust forward and reedy warble left your throat. Steve responded by slapping your clit, and even as the sharp pain registered you heard the wet squelch as he did so, your squirt already starting to seep out of you as he continued his assault on your cunt.
“I said to stay quiet,” he hissed.
The pressure inside you was rising once more, and you knew you were close. “I don’t think I can,” you whined, and your body convulsed as he fucked into you. “I’m so close. Please, Steve. I… I…”
“Aawww, does my Babydoll need help?”
You bit your lip and nodded, unable to comprehend how he was going to do it. 
Steve took his left hand from your clit and trailed the back of his knuckles up your side, then settled it around the base of your throat. “Do you trust me, sweetheart?” His voice rumbled in your ear.
“Yes,” was your whispered response. You trusted him with your life.
“Then take over touching that pretty clit for me and just relax.”
You let go of the railing with your right hand and did as he asked, feeling how soaked you were as you started to play with your clit. As you started to crest higher, unable to hold back little pleasures squeaks, Steve resettled his left hand on your throat and began to lightly squeeze. Your noises stopped as your airway was constricted. Everything within you was concentrated on the feeling building in your cunt, and as black spots began to form in front of your eyes, your body began to tremble.
When Steve let go of your neck, your orgasm exploded out of you. His hand immediately clapped over your mouth, leaving you to breathe out your scream through your nose as you jerked on his cock like a puppet on a string. The gush of liquid that erupted from your cunt flooded over your hand and onto the deck like a waterfall.
“Fucking god,” Steve exclaimed, the movement of his hips finally speeding up as he chased his own release inside your spasming channel, adding his own cum to the sticky mess leaking from you. 
You collapsed against him, unsure how you were even still upright after that. Another whimper left you as Steve pulled himself from your body, but he immediately scooped you up in his arms and carried you inside, walked up the stairs, and placed your exhausted body on his bed. When he didn’t immediately lie down next to you, you blinked your eyes open. “Steve?”
“I’ll be right there, sweetheart,” he assured, and you watched as he pushed down his jeans and briefs. Your eyes widened when you realised they were sodden.
“Oh my god! Did I do that?”
Steve grinned as he climbed naked onto the bed and crawled over you. “You did and don’t you dare apologise. Whenever I wear them from now on I’ll think of you and how fucking sexy you are. Now you rest for a bit. I have more plans for you, and I need to make sure you get home at a plausible time.”
You pouted as you took in his words. This was the thing you really hated about your relationship - if you could call it that -, you couldn’t just curl up next to him and stay the night the way you wanted to. Would you ever be able to be open about your relationship, or was it doomed from the start?
However, your body was totally wrung out from Steve’s ministrations, and it wasn’t long until you fell into a doze, your body pressed up against his.
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Steve looked down at you as you took your rest. You looked so innocent - so young - as you slept. He shouldn’t want you this much, but he did, even if he’d go to hell for it. He’d burn the world for you. 
When your mother had announced you were hoping to work for Walker Inc, it had taken all of his self control not to stand up and forbid it. Who was he to do so? Besides, it wasn’t your fault that Walker was a grade A ass-hole. 
Steve had no doubt that you’d ace the interview, so he’d just have to hope that the CEO didn’t notice you. If he did, the sleazeball would have no qualms about trying to take advantage of you. A little voice inside his head pointed out that he’d already done just that. He batted it aside. The difference was that he cared for you. Walker cared about nothing but himself.
You let out a sleepy little noise as you snuggled into his side and he turned back to you. He’d give you another half an hour, and then he was planning to feast on your messy pussy. That should wake you up with a smile. Then he’d watch you bounce on his cock, like the little dolly you were.
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Please and thank you!!!
You’re a shy bean who is feeling very proud of herself for moving to a new city for a new job. It’s like you’re living in some kind of TV show, because this new chapter you’ve started is going perfectly. And when you meet your extremely hot neighbor across the hall, you’re convinced you’ve been blessed by the beefcake gods. I mean, getting glimpses of this on the daily?!
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Your former bad luck finally catches up with you though when you somehow manage to lock yourself out of your apartment in just your post shower towel 😩😭 That will teach you to grab a package left outside your door before getting dressed!! How does your hot AF neighbor react when you knock on his door, squirming and mortified in nothing but your teeny tiny towel, asking if you could call the landlord for a spare key and also maybe borrow a shirt? 😈
A/N: When I reached out to Siri a few weeks ago to ask if she would mind sending me some prompts to get my muse inspired, she not only sent one, but several! I’ve got a few other ideas for some of the filth she blessed me with, and I can’t wait to share them all. Thank you again Siri! I hope you, and everyone enjoys!
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Starring: Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader
Summary: Ari comes to your rescue after you accidentally get locked out of your apartment.
Warnings: 18+ Only. Oral sex (fem receiving). Ari being a sweet and sexy menace.
Word Count: 1674
Divider by: @firefly-graphics
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“Have a great weekend!” your boss calls after you as you’re leaving the office.
“You too!” You turn to wave, and then you’re out the door, ready to leave your work week behind and enjoy your long weekend. It’s spring in the city, and you can honestly say, you’ve never been happier. It’s been three months since you’ve taken yourself out of your comfort zone and taken a new job, which meant you had to move to a new city where you knew almost no one.
But you’re thriving, and you know, you’re proud of yourself. You’ve always been shy, but this step in your life has really made you come out of your shell. As you rounded the corner to your apartment building, you realize that the now familiar route makes it feel more like home, and you can’t help but smile at the thought of unwinding after a long week, and the noise from the busy streets fade into the background the closer you get to your building.
Upon entering the lobby your heart skips a beat when you spot Ari, your incredibly attractive neighbor from across the hall standing near the mailboxes. His tousled brown hair and striking cerulean eyes never fail to catch your attention, and today is no exception. You steady your racing heart and offer a friendly smile as you approach.
“Hey, how’s your day doing?” He asks you, his eyes lighting up as he sees you.
“Hey Ari,” you greet him, trying to sound casual despite the butterflies in your stomach. “I’ve been good, thanks, looking forward to a relaxing evening.”
“Sounds nice. I was just about to head out for a run. Care to join me?” he asks, his tone friendly, but slightly flirty.
You feel a mix of excitement and nervousness at the invitation. While Ari’s charm is undeniable, you second guess if he's just being friendly or actually flirting. He’s a gorgeous mountain of a man, and you’ve had a playful relationship since the day you’d met in the laundry room, but you’ve never taken it too seriously.
“Thanks for the offer, but I think I’ll pass today. Enjoy your run though!” you say, flashing him another smile.
“Maybe another time,” he replies before putting his earbuds in. “See ya later!”
Entering your apartment you immediately kick off your shoes with a sigh of relief and make a beeline for the shower. As you wait for the water to heat, you scroll through a delivery app, eventually ordering way too much Chinese food. You have about an hour, more than enough time to enjoy your shower and relax a bit before dinner.
The warm water of the shower washes away the week’s stresses, enveloping you in a soothing embrace. Taking good time, you lose track of the minutes, only to be brought back to reality by the beep of your phone, signaling the arrival of your dinner.
Quickly wrapping your hair in a towel and drying off with another, you secure the towel and hurry to the door. Peering through the peephole, you confirm that the hallway is clear before opening the door.
Balancing the door open with your foot, you reach out to grab the bags of food. The first one is within easy reach, but the second requires a bit of stretching. As you shift to grab it, the sudden movement throws off your balance just enough…
… and in that split second, the door slams shut behind you, leaving you standing in the hallway, locked out of your apartment, dressed only in a towel. Panic sets in as you realize the predicament you’re in, wondering how you’re going to get back inside with no keys and no phone.
You were thinking things couldn’t possibly get any worse, and then from down the hall you see Ari returning from his run. You feel the heat creeping up the back of your neck and you wish there was someplace to hide so you don’t die of embarrassment, but there’s no way you can avoid this awkward encounter.
Ari slows his pace as he gets closer, chuckling lowly at your predicament. “Looks like you locked yourself out,” his tone is light and non-judgemental.
“Yeah, I… uh… the door just closed behind me,” you stammer, feeling a mix of embarrassment and relief that it was at least someone who you kinda know caught you in this situation.
“Don’t worry, it happens to the best of us,” he reassures you, pulling out his phone from his pocket. “Let me call the building manager, he should have a spare key.”
After a brief call, Ari confirms that the building manager will be on his way, but he's at another property and it’s going to be a while before he gets to you. Just great.
“Why don’t you come inside and wait at my place,” he offers, "it's the least I can do.”
“Thank you, Ari. That would be very helpful.”
He leads you to his apartment across the hall, and invites you to make yourself at home. “Feel free to sit down. And if you’d like, I can bring you one of my shirts while you wait.”
“Thanks so much, Ari. I really appreciate your help and hospitality.”
Ari smiles warmly. “No problem at all. Just glad I would help. I’ll be right back.”
Ari disappears into his bedroom, and you can hear him rummaging through his drawers to find you something to wear. He comes back with one of his cotton tees, and points you in the direction of the bathroom so you can change. You take the offered shirt with a grateful nod and make your way to the bathroom. The shirt is soft and oversized, and you’re thankful that Ari has been just as nice as he seems from your past brief interactions. Hot and sweet, a dangerous mix.
When you return to the living room, Ari lets you know he's in the kitchen. He chugs a bottle of water, holding out another one to you. “That shirt looks good on you,” he compliments.
“Thanks,” you reply, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “And thank you again for helping me out. It really is kind of you.”
Ari waves off you thanks with a shrug. “It’s no big deal, really. We’ve all been there at some point.” He glances at the clock he has hanging on the wall. “If you don’t mind I’m gonna hop in the shower. Help yourself to whatever you like. The remote is on the coffee table, and whatever snacks I have you’re welcome to them too.”
Left alone in Ari’s apartment, you take a moment to look around, trying to distract yourself from the awkward situation. Sitting on his couch you grab the remote, content to flip through channels until you find something that catches your interest.
After a while you hear the sound of the shower turning off, signaling Ari’s impending return. When he emerges, he's dressed in a pair of low-slung sweatpants, his toned abs on full display. You couldn’t help but stare, your gaze fixed on his body. Ari’s eyes caught yours, and they’re filled with a hunger you’ve never seen before. He moves closer to you, kneeling at your feet. He invades your space, gently brushing strands of hair away from your face, sending a shiver down your spine.
“I’ve imagined this from the moment I first saw you,” he whispered, his lips mere inches from yours. “Now that you’re here I can’t help myself, I need to taste you, to make you come.”
His words ignited a fire in you, and you found yourself unable to resist. You parted your lips, inviting his tongue into your mouth where his met yours in a passionate embrace. His hands roamed your body, tracing the curves of your breasts and hips with a need that only fueled your own desire.
Ari lifts his shirt over your head, tossing it to the floor. He leans down, taking one of your nipples into his mouth, and teasing it with his tongue, sucking on the nub until it forms a stiff peak. Gasping in pleasure, you clutch at his shoulders, drawing him in closer.
Ari didn’t disappoint. He continued to explore your body, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake. When he reached the apex of your thighs his large hands spread your legs wide exposing your soaked cunt to him for the first time.
His fingers found your swollen clit, circling it gently, putting just the right amount of pressure to send waves of pleasure coursing throughout your body. You writhed beneath him, your breathy moans growing louder as he continues to tease and tantalize you.
“Ari pl- please,” you whine, bucking your hips to create more contact. “I need you.”
He shifts, making himself comfortable between your thighs, his face alighted with your dripping folds. Unable to resist any longer, Ari buries his face between your legs, his tongue plunging deep inside you. Crying out, your fingers tangle in his locks, your body trembling as he licked and sucked your clit. Each stroke of his tongue sent you closer to the edge, until you were teetering on the brink of ecstasy.
With one final flick of his tongue you came undone, your orgasm ripping through you like a tsunami. Screaming his name he holds onto your hips as your body spasms, wave after wave of pleasure washing over you. Coming down from your high you lay spent and satisfied, your body still quivering from the force of your release. Ari laid his head beside you, a hand resting on your belly as you both caught your breath.
You and Ari didn’t need words to know what had just happened between you. A moment of passion, vulnerability, and desire that brought you together. As you both lay there with your bodies entwined, you knew this was a moment you’d both never forget, and an open door for more possibilities in the future.
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late-to-the-party-81 · 20 hours
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Adding another fan art I painted! Steve/Bucky obviously. ;)
“Steve still can’t quite believe that Bucky really is alive.”
The arm was surprisingly fun to paint… 
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late-to-the-party-81 · 22 hours
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✨ owning the runway ✨
marvel parallels 21/?
sebastian stan in captain america: the first avenger (2011) and captain america: the winter soldier (2014)
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late-to-the-party-81 · 23 hours
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Thank you, my darling.
☺️☺️☺️
For the very first time - Chapter 1
[or 5 times the Cap Quartet slept with eachother and one time they slept all together]
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AN: So here’s a thing for the CA:TWS ten year anniversary and a big thanks to @catws-anniversary for the inspiration. It’s all just smut, but a few chapters do have some feels sprinkled in.
Each chapter is a different pairing of the Cap4 - this is your warning.
Beta’d by @kingofsorrow20
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Chapter Summary: Steve feels so much for his best friend and roommate and he wishes Bucky felt the same. But there’s no way he would, is there?
Chapter Relationship: Steve x Bucky
Chapter Word count: 2.7k
CW: Pining, Accidental Nudity, Realisation of feelings, Friends to lovers, First time blow job, Facial, Confident Bucky
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Steve and Bucky - 1936 
Despite his protests following his mother’s funeral, it only took two weeks for Bucky to wear Steve down and persuade him of the advantages of moving in together. Steve would’ve liked to have said that, despite his stubbornness, he’d seen the sense in Bucky’s suggestion. However, despite the fact that his health often meant that he couldn’t work properly and he’d probably have issues maintaining rent on his own, he had to admit to himself that it was more that he would do anything for Buck. And again, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t convince himself it was just because Bucky was his best friend. The sight of Bucky made his mouth go dry and took his breath away - a bit of a problem for someone with asthma - and he couldn’t say no, despite not knowing how he’d actually cope living with Bucky. 
Being around him every day. 
Sharing a bedroom. 
Seeing Bucky walk around in just his undershorts.
His feelings about Bucky were a conflict within him. It wasn’t as if Steve didn’t like girls. He did, had touched himself in the privacy of his own room thinking about them. But he’d also thought about Bucky too and now he was going to have more fodder for his imagination but precious little alone time to do anything about it. Then there were the feelings of ‘wrongness’ and shame - he shouldn’t feel like this for his best friend, for another man. But he wanted to feel Bucky’s arms hold him, like Bucky held dames when dancing. He wanted to hear those sweet nothings being poured into his good ear. He wanted to smell the Bucky’s cologne on his skin the day after the night before. He wanted to taste Bucky on his tongue. The thought of it all tortured him.
It continued to torture him over the next few months. Every day when Bucky came home from working the docks, covered in sweat, he’d start stripping off as soon as he walked through the door, discarding his clothes in a trail all the way to the bathroom as he yapped away about this, that and everything. Then he’d come out again, a threadbare towel, precariously anchored, low on his hips as he rubbed his hair dry with a matching one, his damp chest with its sprinkling of dark hair that Steve just itched to stroke, just there for anyone to see. He’d be making small talk with Steve, asking him how his day was and what was for dinner, as though Steve was his wife. The images this conjured in Steve’s mind did not make things any easier.
Then, to top it off, Bucky was a toucher. A hugger. Steve would often find himself pulled into a surprise embrace, or dragged down onto Bucky’s lap. Sometimes, if he were already on their ratty, lumpy couch, Bucky would sit down next to him, then lay his head in Steve’s lap and place Steve’s hand on his head, like a puppy asking for head scratches. Anyone of these could also happen when Bucky was still just in his towel. Steve didn’t know how long his heart - already not the best at doing its job - would hold out. It was inevitable that at some point, Steve would embarrass himself, he just didn’t know when.
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“Hey, Stevie, d’ya know where my cologne is?” Bucky’s voice echoed across the small apartment while Steve stirred the soup on their hot plate. It was Friday night and Bucky was planning to go out, hence searching for his cologne. He’d also been trying to persuade Steve to come with, and Bucky would find a ‘nice dame’ for him to practise dancing with. 
Steve was not in the mood. He didn’t want to go out and meet girls. And he absolutely didn’t want Bucky doing it either. But he couldn’t say that, so he just stewed in his thoughts instead. If Bucky noticed, he didn’t say anything, but Steve had decided Bucky was oblivious to most things by now, because there was no way otherwise that Bucky couldn’t see the heart Steve was wearing on his sleeve.
It didn’t help that last time they’d gone out, Bucky having persuaded two girls to meet him and his friend down the Irish Bar, that the girl who had been designated as ‘Steve’s date’, had barely looked at him, let alone talked to him, and Steve had felt like a spare part the entire time, Bucky taking it in turns to dance with the two girls, while sending Steve sympathetic glances. Steve had ended up drinking too much that night and Bucky had had to practically carry him home. Steve still held onto the memory of Bucky’s hands holding him, even if it wasn’t in the way he wanted.
“Steeeeevieeeeeeee!”
With a sigh, Steve turned off the hot plate and turned towards their bedroom, aiming to retrieve Bucky’s cologne right from where it had been left last Sunday. 
“Buck, you’re my best friend, not my child,” he chastised. However, at that moment fate decided it had had enough of Steve’s mooning and needed to put things to right in the most mortifying way possible. 
As Steve crossed the space, Bucky exited the bathroom, as usual only wearing a towel. Distracted by the sight of a rivulet of water running down between Bucky’s pecs, Steve tripped on his Ma’s rug and went sprawling towards the floor. He put his hands out in front of him, desperate to break his fall and not a bone, and his fingers automatically clutched around the fabric in front of him.
It was as he landed on the floor, cracking his right elbow, that he realised that whatever he’d grabbed wasn’t sturdily attached to anything. He shook his head and as his vision cleared he saw that in his hands was a towel. 
A damp towel. 
A towel that had been wrapped around Bucky, but wasn’t any longer.
Steve looked up from his position on the floor, then immediately closed his eyes, but it was too late. The image of Bucky’s bare cock had seared itself onto his retinas within those few seconds and suddenly Steve was worried he was going to have a panic attack and set off his asthma. At least if he died he wouldn’t be mortified for long.
“Hey,” Bucky asked, voice full of concern. “You okay there, pal?”
Steve swallowed, his tongue feeling thick and oversized for his mouth. “Yeah,” he somehow managed to force out. “I’ll get up in a moment. Just let me…” He knew he was blushing - it didn’t take much - and he hoped that Bucky would think it was because he was embarrassed from falling rather than seeing him. However, Lady Lucky was not on his side.
“Steve. Look at me.” There was something in Bucky’s voice. A tone that Steve hadn’t heard before, and it commanded him - he had no choice except to obey. He opened his eyes again and raised his head. His gaze lingered a moment too long on where it shouldn’t, before meeting Bucky’s eyes. Steve gasped at what he saw. Bucky’s eyes were dark, their normal ice blue reduced to a thin ring around widened pupils, and there was a flush on Bucky’s cheekbones. “You seem a bit taken with my cock there, buddy,” Bucky teased darkly and Steve blushed more, completely unable to hide his feelings any longer, consequences be damned. He was kneeling on the floor in front of his naked best friend - the man he loved damn it - eyes wide, mouth open and with what he was sure was a very obvious tent in his pants.
When Bucky’s voice dropped an octave and he asked “Do you wanna touch it, Stevie?” Steve’s whole body shuddered. “You can if you want,“ he coaxed. “Can even get those pretty lips on it as well if the feeling takes ya.”
Steve moaned, his eyes fluttering shut at just the thought. His fingers clenched into fists before opening again, spread wide as if searching for purchase. 
“I’ve seen you looking, doll,” Bucky continued. “Was wondering when you were gonna say or do something. Knew you had to get here in your own time. But fellas liking other fellas is more common than you think. I like you, Stevie. More than you know.”
Steve felt Bucky’s hand land on his head, Bucky’s calloused fingers threading through his straw coloured hair and Steve couldn’t help but lean into it. He wanted to do what Bucky had said, but he couldn’t do it on his own. He needed help.
“Buck….” he whispered, a plea to the man who was as important to him as god. He was going to hell with his eyes wide open.
“I gotchu, sweetheart,” came the answering drawl. “Put your hands on my legs to start with. They’re just my legs. You’ve seen ‘em lots before.”
Steve did what he’d been told, eyes open only a crack, and he felt the thick, coarse hairs of Bucky’s thighs tickle his palms. He couldn’t help but gently rub them up and down, hypnotised by the sensation, and heard Bucky chuckle.
“That’s it, Stevie,” Bucky coaxed. “Touching me’s not scary. What about a little higher?” Again, Steve did as he’d been asked, hands sliding up to grasp Bucky’s hip bones. Bucky’s cock was right there in front of his face, and through his hazy vision Steve could see that it was chubbed up, thick and heavy looking. Bucky was cut, befitting his religion, and there was a small drop of pre-cum on the very tip of it, inviting Steve to sin. 
Slowly, as if swimming in honey, Steve moved his right hand. He extended his index finger and gently ran it down Bucky’s length, swiping the drop from the end and then placing his finger in his mouth to taste it. He groaned as the salty, musky flavour burst over his tongue.
Bucky’s hand tightened in his hair and he let out a groan. “My sweet, dirty, Stevie. Fuck. Touch me again, sweetheart. Please.” Bucky might have been in charge of this encounter, but it seemed he wasn’t above begging. A thrill rippled through Steve at the realisation, buoying his confidence, and he extended his hand again, this time wrapping all of his fingers around Bucky’s rigid flesh. 
They both let out a sigh and Steve gave Bucky’s cock an experimental tug, delighting in how another pearlescent drop appeared from the slit. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer. 
Steve leant forward and flicked his tongue over the tip of Bucky’s cock, collecting the liquid straight from the source and then a moment later he was taking his first, experimental suckle. It felt so right!
“God, Steve! Can’t believe this is finally happening.” Bucky babbled away and his other hand joined his first on Steve’s head, holding him in place as Steve explored with his lips and tongue, his right hand still lightly jerking the lower half of Bucky’s cock. His left hand slid from Bucky’s hip to cup his heavy-hanging balls, and Steve marvelled at how strange it was to be touching genitals that, while familiar looking, were not his own. However, he must have been doing something right, because Bucky’s hips kept jerking slightly, as though he were trying to keep still but was having a hard time doing so.
Feeling emboldened, Steve wondered how much of Bucky’s cock he could actually fit in his mouth. He relaxed his jaw and slid forward even further, until he felt the tip bump against his soft palate and he gagged. He drew back quickly with a spluttering cough, and tears rolled down his cheeks. A feeling of dread washed over him. Had he fucked up? Would Bucky push him away and call him names? However, much to Steve’s relief, Bucky instead moved his right hand and wiped Steve’s tears away with his thumb.
“Easy, doll. You gotta work up to that. Just do what’s comfortable. I can assure you, it’s perfect.”
Steve preened under the praise and returned his lips to worshipping Bucky. He increased the speed and firmness of the strokes of his hand, touching Bucky the way he touched himself, hoping that Bucky liked it. He sucked and licked at Bucky’s cock and fondled his balls with his other hand, feeling the undeniable urge to make Bucky come. He had to do it, had to prove to himself and Bucky that he could.
Bucky’s fingers in his hair hurt a bit, but it was a good hurt, each wave of sensation making its way to his own cock, trapped inside his pants. His knees ached from kneeling on the floor, but he didn’t care - all there was, was Bucky.
The only noises were those of Bucky’s panting and the wet slurps from Steve’s lips, until Bucky stilled Steve’s head, causing him to glance up.
“‘M gonna come, Stevie. Need to let you know that’s what’s gonna happen if you keep going.”
Steve pulled off reluctantly, but knew he had to answer. “Want you to come, Bucky. Wanna taste you.” He’d heard tales of girls who did this to boys and he wondered if any had done it for Bucky? Whatever the truth of it, he was gonna do it too. Show Bucky how much he loved him.
“Fuck, doll,” Bucky groaned. “Gonna kill me with that mouth.”
Steve couldn’t help but grin. “That’s the plan,” he retorted and then went back to what was probably going to become one of his favourite things to do. 
Bucky hadn’t been lying though. His breathing got more ragged and his little hip thrusts became more frequent and intense as he lost the ability to control his reactions. Steve felt Bucky’s balls draw up within his palm and readied himself as best he could, taking as much of Bucky’s cock into his mouth as possible and sucking hard.
Bucky exploded with a drawn out moan, his cum filling Steve’s mouth at an alarming rate. Steve had no choice but to pull back to avoid choking. However, Bucky’s cock continued to spurt, and jets of white splattered over Steve’s face, dripping down his chin and onto his shirt. He swore some was even in his eyebrows, but he still continued to stroke Bucky’s cock until the flood reduced to a trickle and Bucky’s hand relaxed in his hair.
“Oh, God, Steve. Shit. Look at you!” Bucky dropped to his own knees and lifted his towel from the floor, using a corner of it to wipe the worst of his cum from Steve’s smiling, dopey expression. Then, in the next moment, he cupped Steve’s face in his hands and kissed him. Steve squeaked, taken aback by Bucky’s action and somehow finding this act more intimate than what they’d just done. 
Lips still joined, Bucky pulled Steve to his feet, and it wasn’t until Steve found himself scooped up in Bucky’s arms that he managed to find his way back to reality.
“W-what’s going on, Buck? What are you doing? Thought you were going out?” Confusion was writ large over his face. As much as he wanted Bucky to eschew his social life in favour of him, he hadn’t thought for a moment that it would happen.
“Like I’m gonna go out now? Why would I need to? I’ve got my best guy right here, and I’ve gotta treat him right.” He gave Steve a cheeky wink, and Steve realised what all those girls must have felt like.
“What d’ya mean ‘treat me right’,” he queried, intrigued as to what Bucky meant.
“Well,” said Bucky, cocking his head towards Steve’s lap as he placed him on his bed, “looks like you got a bit of an issue there, and thought I might return the favour if that’s alright with you.”
Steve grinned, his heart flipping in his chest in a way that wasn’t related to his ill-health. “More than alright, Buck. I can’t wait. I just apologise if I don’t last long.”
“Don’t worry, Stevie - I’ll just take it as a compliment.”
Chapter 2
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I wish Bucky tsum of @stucky-just-stucky could find his Cap, too. So I tried to draw something about it
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Thank you 🤩
For the very first time - Chapter 2
[or 5 times the Cap Quartet slept with each other and 1 time they all slept together]
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AN: Thanks to all those who have read or bookmarked Chapter 1. I'm back with another pairing for today as part of the @catws-anniversary. Please note - this is set when Nat is training in the Red Room. She is 17. The age of consent (not that the Red Room would care) in Russia at the time was 16. This chapter is also emotional and angsty.
Again, beta'd by @kingofsorrow20 - thank you, my lovely.
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Chapter Summary:  There’s something about the girl that has The Asset confused and conflicted. It wants…things and maybe the girl wants them as well?
Chapter Relationship: The Winter Soldier x Nat
Chapter Word count: 1.8k
CW: Age Gap (Nat is only 17), Strangers to lovers, Confused Sex, Emotional Sex (but also not), Vaginal Sex, Loss of Virginity, Angst, Lust, The Asset’s confusion over its identity, Hydra Angst.
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Bucky/The Asset and Nat - 2001
It wasn’t about romance. How could it possibly be, given their positions? The Asset was an object, not a person, and the girl in its arms was almost in fact still that - only just into her adult years with the rounded cheeks of her girlhood still evident on her face. But there was a need racing through both of them, a need for connection with another human that wasn’t based on pain or humiliation.
She had red hair and was beautiful when she danced. The Asset had watched her and her sisters in their lessons, but she was the only one it really saw. It made it want something for itself, the first thing it remembered wanting for a very long time. The way she looked back at it made it think that she wanted it too.
The Asset had been brought here to help the girls practise their fighting skills. They would be able to put their all into it and not hurt it, not that it worried about pain. Pain was irrelevant. But they would not be able to disrupt its functions. The Asset was the perfect training tool.
It had used the session to feel the softness of the girl under its hands and smell the natural scent of her. It had allowed its mind to wander, a practice it never normally indulged in, for what good were daydreams to a weapon? But when it did so, it felt the ghost of pleasurable sensations and knew it wanted more.
In the dark of the night, it had crept into the room the girl slept in with her sisters, waking her with a hand over her mouth and a shake to her shoulder. She’d come awake silently, and The Asset had almost allowed itself a smile as it felt the coldness of her blade against its throat. It had barely seen her move. She was good.
“Come,” it grunted as it released its grip on her, and she got up and followed it without question into the draughty corridor, her long, white nightdress swirling around her dancer’s legs. It led her along the passageway until it found a small supply closet. A small voice in its head told it that this wasn’t the best of places for a romantic assignation, but it dismissed it. Romance was a concept it was not familiar with and therefore it was not important.
It guided the girl into the cupboard and she went silently and unafraid, turning to face it with eyes that sparkled in the low light. The Asset stopped then, trying to work out what it should do next, but the voice rescued it.
Kiss her, the voice whispered, and The Asset brought up its flesh arm and cupped the girl’s face. It felt the warmth of her skin and felt the way she pressed into it as her gaze stayed steadily upon it. The Asset moved closer, and closer, lowering its head until the girl stood up on her toes and put her lips on its own.
It… No, that wasn’t right. The Asset stalled. He was a ‘he’, not an ‘it’. The concept of his self-identity flowed over him like a blanket just as the girl's kisses felt like lightning cascading into his brain. It was like the chair, but also not, because this was not pain, it was pleasure. He remembered doing something like this before. With girls whose lips were as soft and sweet as this, but also with someone else, someone as short as this girl, but even slighter, but the memory slipped from its grasp before it was even fully formed.
The girl wrapped her arms around his body, drawing them together and if she was put off by the rough feel of his tactical clothing through her thin nightgown, she didn’t say anything.
She continued to kiss him and The Asset felt a non-physical hunger grow within himself along with a loosening of the caged animal he often felt himself to be. He took hold of her right leg with his cold left hand, sliding the white fabric up her skin and hooking her thigh over his own hip. He rutted against her, driven by a force that was both unknown but also achingly familiar. He wanted...
“More,” he grunted, and the girl untied the string at her neck, allowing the nightgown to fall open, revealing her small breasts to his enhanced gaze. When he palmed one of them with his right hand, she squeaked, the only noise she’d let out so far other than abrupt gasps and breathy sighs. The Asset ducked his head, driven by that voice inside him that told him to take the delicate flesh in his mouth and suckle on it.
He tentatively stuck out his tongue and flicked it over the darker, smaller nub upon her breast, and when she jerked in his hold, instinct took over and he took as much of her soft flesh between his lips as he could.
The girl’s hands flew to his long knotted hair, snagging in the tangles and pressing his face to her flesh, a slave to the sensations as much as he was. Her own hips moved now, joining his own in a slow grind that sent darts of pleasure through his brain. Her hands fumbled at his pants, and he felt the pressure around its crotch release minutely with the removal of the fabric. He felt her fingers reach into his underwear and take hold of his cock. Somehow he knew that this body part could receive and give pleasure alongside its primary use for excreting liquid, despite having no memory of ever doing so before.
You did this a lot, whispered the voice. They’ve just taken that memory from you.
He didn’t linger on this information, distracted by how hard his cock was. Again, this felt both strange and familiar, but the girl’s gentle touch was making it difficult for The Asset to concentrate. With her other hand, she took his right one and drew it up under her nightdress and pulled it against her crotch, over her own underwear. The fabric felt damp and The Asset was both intrigued and drawn on by a feeling he didn’t recognise. He pushed the fabric away and drew his fingers over her private areas. He knew the difference between male and female anatomy, but he had no practical memory of ever having done this, despite the familiarity of it.
You know what to do. You’ve done this before too. Go easy, though. She hasn’t. She’s trusting you.
He pushed a finger between the girl’s folds, easily finding the entrance to her body, and then pressed inside. She gasped and tightened her hand in his hair and the pain mingled with the pleasure he was feeling. She was wet, and he knew, somehow, that that was a good thing. He added another finger, and felt the tightness of her body clutch at them. He moved them apart inside her, like a pair of scissors, preparing her for the feeling of something larger. He trusted the voice that was guiding it.
He pulled his fingers away and took his cock from her grip, smearing the wetness from her body over himself. The Asset heard himself gasp at the sensation but then he was guiding his cock into her, slowly, slowly, pushing inside. Her leg, where it was hooked on his hip, drew him in tighter - closer - and she only let out small, muted noises of what he remembered as ones of pleasure.
When he was as far inside her as he could get, instinct took over. He pressed his lips back onto hers as he rocked his hips, stimulating them both. He couldn’t remember anything like this, but again he was also experiencing deja vu. He knew this, but he also did not.
Waves of pleasure filled his veins, and he never wanted this to end.
“Your name,” he ground out, somehow feeling like it was important to know, even though he couldn’t tell her his. what was his name?
“Natalia,” she replied, before biting down on his lower lip.
He felt a tingling sensation in both the pit of his stomach and his testicles. His hand went to where they were joined and, guided by the voice, found the small nub at the top of her folds. He gently rubbed at it, and felt pride in the way her voice hitched and her body jerked. 
Keep doing that. Make it good for her.
Buc - The Asset didn’t really know what that meant, but the voice in his head had guided him well this far.
“Thank you,” Natalia whispered against his ear as she met its thrusts. “Thank you for this.”
He wasn’t sure what she was thanking him for, but he kept doing what he was doing, snapping his hips and rubbing her core. It all became apparent a few minutes later, when her body went tense and she bit down on his clothed shoulder to muffle her scream. For a moment he thought he’d hurt her, but then he felt her body clamp down and spasm around his cock. The next moment he felt his balls draw up tight to his body and then every nerve ending in his body felt as though it was coated in pleasure.
He didn’t know what it was like to be out of breath until that moment, couldn’t remember what it was like to lose his senses outside of those moments when he went back into the cryo-tube, but before the icy sleep took him. 
He felt… Buck - The Asset felt! It was almost overwhelming.
Slowly he pulled away from Natalia, helping her slide her leg back down to the ground. He re-tied the neck of her nightgown and swiped his right thumb over the few tears that had started to make their way down her cheek. She looked so young. Too young, the voice said, and a feeling of shame grew in his gut. She gave him a small smile and then she was making her way past him, out of the cupboard and scurrying back down the corridor to her dorm. 
After a few seconds, he stepped out of the cupboard himself, closing the door behind him. The shadows stirred and he whirled around, senses on alert.
“You get that out of your system, Soldier?” a familiar, but not, voice questioned.
The Asset was confused and stepped towards the man who was speaking, trying to assess if he was a threat. “Who are you? Why am I here?”
Dreykov sighed.
“Longing. Rusted. Seventeen. Daybreak. Furnace. Nine. Benign. Homecoming. One. Freight Car.” He spat out the words as if bored.
The Asset snapped to attention.
“Are you ready now, Soldier?”
It cocked its head, wondering what it's handler was talking about.
“Ready to comply,” it answered. It was always ready to comply.
Chapter 3
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Angry Steeb ... 〣 ( ºΔº ) 〣
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The person I reblogged this from deserves happiness and love
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