#30DaysOfChris2020

[smutsonian]

ma'am may we have some dark king steve or chris smuts thank ya ma'am

your king

king!steve rogers x reader

warnings: dark!steve rogers, noncon, loss of virginity, violence, multiple deaths, this lowkey scared me, i feel sorry for your cold back :( ,i never do proofreading, my brain farted this fic out soz bout that 

word count: 2.2k 

an: wat da feuk this is not a fucking drabble also, i tried to use ‘medieval’ words and you could probably tell by reading the first paragraph but that didn’t work out so the ending went wack ratatata also, omg this my first medieval au so go easy on me

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The snow that used to be a picturesque scenery was now everything but not. The usual sight of white snow blanketing every house in the little town that your family reigned and your people prancing around the crystalline surface of the snow was reshaped into something sinister. The once affable little town turned into an appalling mess of a borough. The white snow was now covered in the crimson liquid that once belonged to the people you considered as friends. The crystalline ice that was once filled with joyous laughter from the younglings was now filled with choking sounds from the bodies that are desperately trying to latch onto dear life as their slit throats paint the clear surface with the color of maroon.

The man who orchestrated the massacre of your family and the people of your town called himself many titles. His face was filled with pride when he introduced himself in front of your family. He called himself King Steve, the King of all kings, Maker of Change, Conqueror of Lands, and the Holder of the Shield. It was a lot of titles and everyone from your town was confused until the proud look on the intruder’s face turned into a sickening grin. Everyone soon discovered what it meant when his men started the attack. Your town is known for being a peaceful area and having peaceful townsfolks, no one the heart or the mastery of wielding a sword so it was only a matter of time before everyone you knew went down. The man who’s called King Steve made your royal family watch as his men slaughtered your people. After your town was filled with nothing but blood and carcasses, King Steve told your father of his plans.

 He told your father that he will no longer be the king and your mother will no longer be the queen, however, you were to be his queen. When he then turned to you with a foul smile before making long strides over to you, your father forced himself up from his kneeling position to step in front of you with a protective stance. “You’re not going to touch her.” You never heard your father speak with so much hatred and venom in his voice. King Steve laughed dryly before he raised an eyebrow to your father. “What are you going to do, stop me?”

 Your father’s face was filled with determination when he nodded at the man. “Are you certain that you’ll fight me? You can give me your greatest warrior and I can fight him instead.” He then looks around in an exaggerated manner before looking back at your father with a smirk. “Oh, right... All of your people are dead.” He continued on taunting your father until your father’s voice boomed. “I will fight you and in return, you’ll leave my family alone.” Your father never looked mightier than at that moment. The man gave a small laugh before nodding and getting into a fighting stance.

 Your mother was looking at your father with fearful eyes, quietly praying for the gods to look after him while you were watching everything unfold in front of you. Your father turned to look at you and your mother before giving both of you a reassuring smile. Everything happened so fast because the moment your father turned back around; the man’s huge hands made its way to your father’s head before snapping it to the side with a loud crack. Your father fell limp on the floor and your mother let out a shrill scream. The man clapped his hands before smiling at your mother. “You should never turn your back on the enemy. A simple rule when it comes to combat.” He shrugged before kicking your father’s body before turning to walk towards you once more.

 Your eyes widened in shock when your mother let out a scream as she stood up, running towards the man with a small dagger clasped in her hand. Before she could stab the man’s back, he turned around and held her armed hand and prying it away from her. He held her body against his chest as he looked at you. Your mother looked at you as well, tears continuously falling down her face. ‘I’m sorry’ she mouths before the man plunged the dagger down her chest all the while watching for your reaction. You couldn’t do anything but to watch as the life left your mother’s face and your father lying dead on the floor.

 “She’s got more fight in her than your father did, I must admit.” The man wiped the blood on the dagger with your mother’s dress before pocketing it. “Why are you doing this?” It was your first time speaking and it was the first time he heard you speak, thus the smile appeared on his face. “So, the princess does speak. I was worried I’ll have a mute queen by my side.” He walks over to your father, bending down to take the huge robe covered with fur from your father’s body and putting it on. He looked back at you before grinning. “Do I look like a proper king now?”

 “You’ll never be a king” You gritted your teeth before spitting on the space in front of his feet. He made a quick move towards you before gripping your face and glaring at you as his nose flared in anger. “I just killed your so-called king. I have killed lots of kings who weren’t strong enough to protect their people. Your father was the easiest to kill. This town was the easiest to conquer, thanks to your father. Your father was no king.” His grip on your face got tighter and your cheeks were starting to hurt. “And you think you’re better than him?” You glared at him. He laughs before letting go of your face. “Oh, princess. I’m better than everyone. I’m the fucking best and you’ll learn that in time.” He steps away from you before whistling out until a number of his men came entering the room. “Take her out of her garments and move her outside.” And with that, he disappeared out the door before his men started manhandling you out of your clothes until you were completely bare and filled humiliation as they carried you out and threw you on the cold surface of the snow.

 “Am I in heaven? You look better that way, princess.” The familiar voice made you cover your body with your hands as you looked up at the man who took everything away from you. He was covered with your father’s robe as he stood tall in front of your body. He squatted down until you were face to face. You shivered though you didn’t know if it was because of the closeness of his face or the coldness that was surrounding your bare body. “Is my princess cold?” He tilted his head and cooed at you before opening his arms along with the robe, revealing his naked body under it. Your eyes snapped down at the sight and he only chuckled in response before sighing. “If you don’t want to catch a cold, I suggest you come into your king’s arms.” He smiled at you before frowning when you crawled away from him, ignoring the sting of the cold ground under your body.

 In an instant, his body is on top of yours. You flayed under him until he had your hands on either side of your face while his body is in between your legs, cock brushing the inside of your thighs. “You would prefer to die instead of being my queen, is that it?” He leaned down to nip on your right ear before whispering. “Too bad. I’ll make it my mission to protect you and keep you alive. I’ll make you my queen whether you like it or not.” He moves his head down your neck and began sucking on your skin. You wiggled under his hold until you felt his cock rub against your folds earning a moan from him that made you immediately stop your movements.

 He grunted before pulling away from your neck. “Don’t stop now, you little tease.” He leaned down, breathing close to your face. He moves his hand down your body, groping your breasts and pinching the tit when you tried to wiggle away. Your back arched at the unfamiliar feeling and he chuckled as he watched your reaction. You watch him as he sucked on his fingers, eyes squinting in question at his actions. “Got to make this little cunt slippery for my big cock.” Your eyes widened as his fingers started playing with your folds until you felt it rubbing your opening. “Don’t do this. You’ve already done enou—” You cut yourself off with a gasp as one of his fingers intruded into your slit. You could feel his finger moving around inside of you as he continued pushing it inside of you. “What are you, a virgin?” He chuckled before biting his bottom lip as he watched your eyes close in discomfort. “Ahh… I should’ve known. Don’t worry, my queen. I’ll make sure you’re wet enough for me.” He added another finger and you grunted at the disagreeable feeling. “Shh.” He cooed before your body jolted when you felt his thumb rubbing against your clit. “You like that?” He laughs at you when you shook your head. “Stubborn little one, aren’t you? No worries…” His rubs got faster and you started to feel light-headed as something started building up inside you, begging to come out only to be stopped when he completely pulled his hands away from your cunt.

 “W-what?” You asked dumbly. “You almost came on my fingers, princess. We can’t have that now, can we? You can only cum on your king’s cock.” He palms his cock before taking a hold of it and guiding it towards your now wet cunt. He rubbed it against your shimmering folds until your hands moved towards his abdomen, eyes pleading him to stop. “Please, don’t do this. I’m begging you…” Desperate for him to stop his actions, your eyes started to tear up and you saw him clenching his jaw before moving away from your body.

 You breathed out a sigh of relief only to yelp in surprise as your body got turned around, your chest pressed against the white snow and hands restrained onto the small of your back as his body was back on top of yours. He presses a kiss on your cheek before shushing you when you cried at the feeling of his cock rubbing on your slit. “Shh… It’ll be quick.” He presses a kiss on your head before a hand covered your mouth. You let out a piercing scream when you felt his huge member penetrating inside your cunt at an unforgiving speed. He stopped halfway, telling you to breathe and wiping tears from your face. ��P-please… I-I can’t! I can’t!” You wiggled under his body, stopping when he pushed his cock deeper and bottoming out, earning breathless cries from you. “Fucking tight and warm for me.” He grunted above you, ignoring your cries as he pulled halfway before slamming back in.

 He continued penetrating his cock into your cunt until your cries got quieter. He pulled out before flipping you back onto your back, his hand wiping the snow from your chest before slithering his cock back into your cunt slowly. He wiped the tears from your face before thrusting into you slowly. You started getting used to his size but your once virgin cunt was sore from the harsh treatment it got. Your clit was still sensitive from his earlier actions so when he rubbed it once more, your legs shook against his sides and he felt it. He started rubbing your clit faster as his thrusts got faster. You accidentally let out a whine and you saw his eyes lit up and his movements got even faster and his face got filled with determination.

 The feeling of something building up inside you returned and you hear him groan above you. “That’s it. Cum for me. Cum for your king.” He grunted as his movements got sloppier. His thrusts got shorter and that’s when you felt it. Your back arched as your legs spasmed in delight around his torso. He leaned down to press a kiss on your lips before pushing his full length inside of you. You whimpered when you felt him twitch inside of you as spurts of warm liquids filled your walls. You were tense against his body but his kiss against yours distracted you from the feeling.

 He stayed inside of you until your body started shivering against him. He finally realized how your back is still against the cold snow and he quickly pulled you up to press you against his chest, covering the both of you with your father’s robe. You looked back at the space you were just in and found droplets of blood, reminding you of how he took your chastity away from you. He softly pressed your head against his chest, forcing you to look away from your blood. “It’s over.” He whispers before rubbing your back as you cried against his chest. “You’ll learn to love me.” He kisses the top of your head before carrying you back inside, promising to give you a hot bath.

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[ozarkthedog]

Dirty Game: Repercussion

Summary: Andy punishes you for making him late.

Pairing: Daddy!Andy Barber x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Dom!Daddy!Andy, Daddy Kink, Overstimulation, Asphyxiation, Bondage, Size Kink. 

Word Count: 2,104

Author Notes: Follow up to Dirty Game. What can I say? Andy has taken over my life.

*Yet again another entry for @jtargaryen18​ #30DaysofChris2020 Challenge*

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The mid-day BBQ was lively as Andy eyes you sitting on the decorative rock wall, squirming slightly in discomfort from your still wet panties. That was the problem, once you started to get heated it never went away. The wetness a constant reminder of what’s the come. Andy smirked to himself, loving the way you look so uncomfortable just sitting there in your own mess. 

He wrapped his arm around you, tucking your head in the crook of his neck. Anyone glancing over would think it was a sweet moment between husband and wife. What they couldn’t hear was the little threats of what Andy was going to do to you that night. You tried your best to keep a straight face but as he whispered what was to come you couldn’t help but bite your lip. 

 “Little Girl, you pulled quite the stunt back home. You’re lucky we had some place to be or I would’ve taken you right then on the stairs. Hard.” You outright whimpered when his hand gave your shoulder a nice squeeze to emphasize his point.

 “I’m going to torture that sweet pussy of yours once we get home. All. Night. Long.”

 You closed your legs tightly not trusting yourself to not make a mess down your legs at his crude words. Clasping your hands together over your lap wanting nothing more than to touch yourself. 

 “Your pussy is going to be so sensitive and swollen by the time I’m through.”

 Your breath hitches at his final threat. Andy sweetly kisses your temple and then gets up to go chat with his fellow colleagues leaving you there to contemplate the events to come.

 Sometime later...

 “Do not even think about cumming.” Andy’s stern voice cut through the blissful haze that was fogging your brain making it harder to listen to his commands.

Sweat trickles down your chest, leaving wet lines between your naked breasts. Muscles ache from overexertion, tight and rigid, waiting to fly off the peak that was just held out of reach.

When you arrived home from the party, Andy deemed “Edging” a suitable punishment, “You made us late today, so I think it’s only far that I make you wait to cum.” He pressed the Hitachi Wand into your hands as he told you to get comfortable on the bed, “You’ve got a long night in store for you, Little Girl.”

Now, you’re a panting, begging mess with your legs tied at your ankles, spread eagle to each bed leg. Arousal soaks your inner thighs and the bed spread below all while Andy stands over you at the foot of the bed, thoroughly enjoying the way your body looks teetering on the edge. Absolutely wreaked.

It’s been well over 1 hour now of torturous edging and you knew your body couldn’t hold out much longer.

“Up the speed.” Andy says sharply, his dark blue eyes possessively hold steady on yours. He smirks when you let out loud whimper, fresh tears slip down your cheeks, mixing with the stains of older ones.

You click the button up to the 4th speed. The vibe moves faster, 1 away from the highest, beating against your swollen pussy, instantly sending you to the edge of your peak. You break eye contact with Andy forcing your eyes shut as your body tenses up. Sucking in a huge breath you desperately shout out, “Daddy! I can’t. I ca-” as the words get caught in your throat you careen off the edge of the cliff. Slick spills from your sensitive pussy as you scream out your well-deserved release.

Once you float back down to earth from the mind shattering orgasm, you notice how quiet the room is. A gasp rips from your throat as you whip your eyes open and look upon Andy. He rubs his hand over his beard as his jaw clenches with irritation. You wince feeling the wave of displeasure roll off of him at your lack of obedience.

He silently shakes his head as he walks around to the right side of the bed. Rummaging around in his side table draw before brandishing a set of police grade handcuffs.

The Wand is ripped from your hands as he harshly binds your wrists in the cold steel cuffs. His voice drips with authority and anger as takes your jaw in a punishing grip, “I thought I was clear. You were not allowed to cum until I said so.”

Your bottom lip trembles in shame as you try to apologize, but Andy wasn’t hearing any of it. His grip tightens as he growls, “Don’t. Not another word out of you.”

Suddenly, the hand holding your jaw grabs your bound wrists and pulls you into a sitting position. Andy sits behind you, caging you in with his arms and legs as he makes you rest against his expansive chest. His breathing is slow and steady, he’s fully in control now, there’s no escaping him.

Leaning his head down to your shoulder, he switches between sweet kisses and sharp nips as he makes his way up your neck. You would’ve laughed since his beard always tickles your neck, but you didn’t want to upset him even more.

“Since you couldn’t follow my one command, I’ll make sure you follow my next one.” He whispers ominously as he takes your arms and lifts them high up over your head to hang around the back of his neck. Your fingers seek out the comfort of his soft hair but dig into his shirt suddenly when you notice Andy reaching for the Wand.

Instinct makes you move, wanting to escape whatever it is he has in store for you, but he’s quick with his left arm wrapping around your torso, easily stopping your movements.

“Look at me.” Andy angles his head a bit more to the side so you can lock eyes.

“Listen very carefully now, Little Girl… You are free to cum.” The smirk should’ve told you this wouldn’t be fun, but you were too anxious to notice.

Andy clicks the Wand on, setting it to the highest speed. You instinctively try to reach out to stop him from using that speed knowing just how painful it would be, but your hands are stopped short, locked around his neck. Andy shakes your torso slightly as he chastises you with a dismissive “tut”.

“You think you have control, Little Girl. Remember, you’re the one tied up and spread open like a wanton whore while a man twice her size takes advantage of her.” He snarls out as he lowers the wand to your pussy, making you yelp loudly from the intensity of the vibrations.

You fight against the binds, struggling with all your might while Andy holds the Wand down on your swollen pussy. He chuckles darkly in the hollow of your neck, “Come on, you weren’t fighting this hard to not cum before.”

The slick from your first orgasm made the wand slide over your clit with ease, sending shocks of painful pleasure up your spine. You scream as Andy forces an orgasm out of you, feeling your body tighten up and then go slack against his. “There we go. Good Girl.” His praise was only slightly heard as you were trying to catch your breath. The vibrations didn’t stop once your orgasm hit, he left the wand securely in place.

Andy sucks freely at your neck, moaning from the taste of your skin. “That was 1. Let’s see how many more I can force out of you.” He smiles into your skin as you start to thrash, your body coming back to life fighting against the intense stimulation he’s forcing upon you.

You try to clench your thighs closed, but it was useless with your ankles being tied. Never the less, Andy saw your attempt and wove his legs between yours, stretching them open even further, “Don’t be silly. You’re not going to stop me from getting what I want.”

Your hips were spread so wide, the ache was unbearable. Tears flow freely down your cheeks as you felt another wave of pleasure spark to life. You choke back the tears as Andy’s voice distracts you, “Ahh, there it is. It’s starting to feel good again, huh, Little Girl?”

His arm lifts from your torso to palm each breast with fervor. He plucks at your nipples and slaps them roughly causing you to convulse and gasp out as the added sensations cause you to hit your peak once again.

A harsh cry cuts through the heavy air in the bedroom as your body ignites. Strong shocks pepper your skin as your feet pull at the binds hard, toes curl in on themselves as the wand keeps vibrating.

You gather enough coherency to shake your head, the words come out a jumbled mess, “Plea- …Ah! No-… No mor- AH!” Andy slaps the right side of your face with his left hand, then grabs your jaw digging his fingers into your cheeks, hushing your pleas, “You brought this on yourself, so be good and take it.” Your cheek throbs as you felt his deep voice reverberate through your back and into your bones.

Andy slides his hand down the column on your throat, lying in wait for you to slip up and rubs the wand around your pussy, nestling it against your opening, eliciting a deep moan from you. You grab the hair at the base of his neck, pulling hard. Andy groans out and retaliates by sliding his hand down to your mound and exposes your clit to the wand. A shrill scream fills the room as you feel the strong vibrations beat against your clit sending you right over your peak. White light explodes behind your eyes as your body goes ridged and you cum for the third time that night.

You shriek trying to shake the wand and Andy off of you. His voice is menacing as he assaults your clit with the wand, “You’re going to cum again. I don’t care if you pass the fuck out. I want one more orgasm.”

A frantic weep is all you reply with. Your body was shutting down from the torture. You notice your feet were turning a slight reddish color from the bindings and your pussy was starting to go numb from the vibrations. There was no way you’d be able to cum again, you were slowly dismantling.

Shaking your head, you whimper out between tears, “Daddy, I can’t.”

Andy brushes back some sweaty strands of hair from your forehead, “Yes, you can. Let Daddy help.”

Andy releases his hold on your mound letting your clit hood go back in place. You sigh contentedly as it gives you some relief from the wand. Your eyes go wide as his hand reaches your face, settling over your mouth and nose, trapping what little air you had left inside your lungs.

You squirm against his hold as his large hand easily covers half of your face exerting his power over you. Your heart pounds in your chest as you try to suck in a desperate breath, lungs start to burn as your chest convulses fighting for air.

His pinky slides beneath your chin caging you in even more, “Don’t fight it.”

You will your body to listen and relax, but your lungs burn whilst your heart rate escalates even higher. Muscle fibers on the edge on snapping while you pull at both arm and leg bindings. The wave of pleasure starts to take over exactly when you notice the black spots dot your eyesight.

“Cum… Cum right now.” Andy releases his hold on your face allowing you to suck in the precious air that catapults you into one of the strongest orgasms you’ve ever had. Andy wraps his arm back around your body as you convulse and shudder in his grip. His legs hold yours to the bed as you jerk harshly from the onslaught of pleasure.

Your body’s numb while your brain fogs over with haze. You slump against Andy, the orgasm finally leaving your system. Little shocks ignite your body every so often as you come down from your peak making you jolt in Andy’s arms.

He brings your arms down to lay on your belly as he whispers praise, “Such a Good Girl.” You stare up at him with glazed eyes, sleep threatens to take hold any minute, but you want to make sure you made him happy. “Daddy, Happy?”

Andy chuckles, “Yes, Daddy happy.” He kisses your forehead as your eyes flutter shut, “You listened so well, Little Girl. Daddy is very happy.”

[navybrat817]

Ready or Not - Chapter 1

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Relationships: Dark!Steve Rogers/Reader

Word Count: 2,432

Warnings for Future Chapters: Non-con, dubious consent, obsession, canon divergence, additional tags to be added. 

Summary: You were certain that Steve Rogers would never want you. How could you possibly live up to Peggy Carter? You had no idea that the Captain had plans to make you his…whether you’re ready or not.

Chapter Summary: Steve begins to make plans. *This chapter does not contain non-con.

Additional Notes: Hey everyone! This is a new fic inspired by @jtargaryen18‘s 30 Days of Chris Challenge! This is not beta-read, so any and all mistakes are my own! If you would like to be added to the taglist, please let me know. Hope you enjoy! Gif is mine!

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He hadn't meant to eavesdrop that day. Super soldier hearing didn't always make it easy to block out the conversations around him, but he never meant to intrude upon yours. He did his best to respect boundaries with you, even when he wanted more. When he heard the topic of dating though, he got curious. He never saw you with anyone. The thought of you dating anyone made his gut twist. No, he didn't like that at all.

"Oh, come on! This isn't the 1940's. Just ask him out," some agent told you, not really caring who.

"No. I'm...not interested," you said.

That coil in his gut tightened when he heard you say that. He had to admit, it hurt. Really hurt. It wasn't his pride necessarily, but something much deeper. It brought him back to years ago when girls left and right ignored him. Rejected him. Wanted nothing to do with him. He never thought you would be the type.

"You're such a liar. Everyone knows you're crazy about him."

A small smile touched his lips at that. It soothed the burn he felt in his heart. And by the way your heart raced, it helped confirm it. He had seen the longing glances and the way you sometimes got shy when he addressed you. You had sass at times, but you ultimately respected his authority. That pleased him.

"He isn't crazy about me," you said softly, like you were trying to hide how much it hurt. "I'm not Peggy Carter. Hell, I'm not even Sharon. I don't...I don't want to compete with a ghost or a memory. I don't want to be second place in anyone's heart. And that's exactly what I would be with Steve. So can we please drop it?"

He bit his lip, refraining from calling out and letting you know that you were wrong. It wasn't a competition. It was true that you weren't Peggy, but that was what held his attention. You were different. So wonderfully different.

"I think you would be good for him."

"You saw how he was when he came back. He wanted to be with her and he didn't get that chance. So just drop it. I'm serious," you snapped.

He swallowed a little. It was rough when he returned, but that wasn't your fault. He knew you tried to sound angry, but there were tears in your throat. He hated the thought of you crying. At least, sad tears. At night when he was alone, it was easy for him to imagine how you would look underneath him. Tears streaming down your cheeks from how badly you needed to come-

"Well...I think Bucky may have a thing for you."

Taking a small step back, he took a deep breath. It took everything in him not to destroy the door. Bucky was his best friend and he had come a long way after everything. He deserved to be happy. But...he didn't need you. Not like he did.

"You think Bucky likes me?" you asked.

For a moment, he looked at the ground with clenched fists. It sounded like you were suddenly interested. Surely he hadn't misjudged you. Not after everything. Even if you had a slight interest in Bucky, it didn't change the fact that you wanted him. Right? If he had to share you, he would have been the only logical choice...but just like you didn't want to be second best, neither did he.

"Trust me. He wants you."

His eyes darkened as he looked up from the floor. He wanted to shut that bitch up. The nerve she had to encourage you like that. No. That wouldn't do. If she kept at it, he would find a way to shut her up for good.

"He's a great guy. Really. And he's been through so much...Look, I thought we were done talking about this," you said before he heard your footsteps.

He quickly went to the other end of the hall, his speed easily making it look as though he just began to walk through. As you opened the door, he made sure to keep his face neutral. He couldn't give anything away. At least, not until you were ready.

"Captain," you said softly as you walked toward him.

The small smile that appeared when he looked at you made him want to throw you on the ground so he could bury himself deep. Did you have any clue what you did to him? He had to be patient. There would be time for that later. And you would love it. He knew you would.

"You can call me Steve," he said as he stopped. "I've told you that before."

"I know, but I can't help it."

It was because you were respectful. And you followed his authority. You trusted him. That trust would flow into the next part of your life...Your future with him. It would be everything you wanted and more. He would see to that.

"Steve," the agent he couldn't care to even remember at the moment chimed in.

"Captain," he corrected her sternly, keeping his eyes on you. "Enjoy the rest of the afternoon."

"Thank you," you said, giving him that soft smile he loved as he began to walk again.

He refrained from looking back. He had to do something...Something he should have made the moment he met you. It wasn’t easy to be patient. Not when you were so close. You were certainly right about one thing. He HAD changed once he came back. Or maybe he just was like this all along.

*****

"I don't think Cap likes me very much," Katrina told you later on that day.

"I'm sure he does," you tried to assure your friend. "You just...don't really show him the respect he deserves."

That was the nice way of putting it. She didn't respect him at all. She did her job well enough, but was terrible about hiding how she felt about the Captain. You warned her not to be too vocal, which made her tell you to be MORE vocal. You spoke up, but in different ways. If you challenged the Captain, it was never without reason. You knew she did it just to get a rise out of him.

"Look, I'm not saying that he shouldn't be respected. He just acts like he's special when the entire team saved the world."

"He IS special," you said. To you, he was. It sounded pathetic to your own ears, which made you feel worse when you caught the look on her face.

"Just because you want to jump on his dick doesn't mean I have to suck up to him," she said with a shrug.

"It isn't that," you argued quickly. It truly wasn't. You were into him. Everyone seemed to know that, except for Steve. You also admired him. He had given so much of himself to the world and it was a better place because of it.

"Any other skinny guy out there could get a serum like that and become a hunk. That's all I'm saying."

"You're ridiculous," you sighed with a shake of your head.

"I'm right. And he needs to get laid. You both do. You can finally say you lost it," she continued.

That made you glare at her. You didn't need anyone teasing you about your virginity. You just wanted your first time to be special, as cheesy as the thought was. And, yes, maybe you imagined that Steve would be the one. A girl could dream.

"And...this is where I leave you," you said as you got to your room.

"Think about Bucky. Seriously. I think he could give you quite the ride," she teased, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Why am I friends with you?" you joked as you opened your door.

"Your life would be dull without me!" she smirked before she leaned in closer. "And I'm serious. Try and forget about Rogers. Something is just...off about him."

You gave her a funny look as she headed to her own room. You weren't sure what she meant by that. Maybe it was just the fact that he was a man from a different time. Then again, so was Bucky. Why was he different from Steve?

"Stop thinking about him," you whispered to yourself as you went into your room.

Your room was standard, like the other agents and members of the new S.H.I.E.L.D. No one got special treatment in that area. After initially losing to Thanos, the Captain and Black Widow had done their best to show the world that an expanded team was needed once again. Trust wasn't easy to regain after H.Y.D.R.A., but they had slowly gained traction. And with some of the Avengers leading the way, every new member was carefully evaluated and considered.

Glancing at your dresser, your eye caught one of the only photographs you brought with you. It was your favorite photo of you and your parents. Their only child, you truly were their pride and joy. They always loved and supported you. Watching them turn to dust that fateful day still haunted you.

It was almost by chance that you met Steve. When you had spoken up at the support group, you mentioned that you still tried to see the good in the world. There were still people that needed to be saved. He stopped you before you could leave and asked if you really meant what you said about helping people. The rest was history.

After the snap was reversed, your parents came back. It took you some time to find them and, even then, it almost didn't feel real. They were shocked to see you five years older. You still had nightmares where you repeatedly watched them turn to dust. Those nights it was always tough to go back to sleep. Steve caught you crying once in the common area over it, but he had been kind enough not to push.

"My door is always open if you need someone to talk to."

The tiniest smile touched your lips as you took off your shoes. Steve was always kind and looked out for you. And thanks to him, you had your family back. Katrina didn't know what she was talking about. There wasn't anything off about him. Unless...Did he see you as a little sister? Maybe your friend was trying to let you down gently in her own way.

You paused and glanced back at the photograph, frowning as you went over to pick it up. It usually sat right in the middle of the dresser, but it was slightly to the left. You shook your head as you fixed it. You couldn't remember moving it, but you must have done it when you got ready that morning.

"Miss you guys," you said, going to curl up on your bed.

Of course, your mind drifted immediately back to Steve. Feeling insecure bothered you. It wasn't easy to get over a crush. You didn't like to give up on anything, but was it giving up if you never had a chance? Who could win against a ghost?

*****

Steve was staring down at his phone, watching the live feed from your room. Having agents on the compound now made it much easier to keep track of where everyone was and what they were doing. He had to admit technology like this was something he liked about the modern day. And it was surprisingly easy to set up a few extra things in your room today.

Watching you curl up on your bed put a smile on his face. And, like he suspected, you put the photo back right where it was meant to be. He couldn't help himself. Being in your room and so close to your things, he just had to look. You were close to your parents, but couldn't let them get in his way. And if your friend didn't keep her mouth shut...

A small part of him felt guilty. He really did try to respect your privacy, but his hand was forced after what he heard. What if you tried to move on from him? He couldn't let you do that. He needed you. And he knew you needed him.

"Hey, punk. You have that goofy look on your face again," Bucky said as he got a glass of water.

"What?" Steve asked as he looked up. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yeah, you do. I know you. Talk to me."

"It's nothing," he swore as he set his phone down. He wasn't ready to share this yet. It wasn't selfish to want to keep a little something for himself, was it?

"Actually...I wanted to ask you something. What do you think of Kitten?" Bucky questioned as he sat down.

"Kitten" was your nickname that caught on quickly. Bucky still called you "doll", but the affectionate nickname stuck after a small incident and you didn't seem to mind. It actually happened when you were defending him. Some hotshot tried to go toe-to-toe with him and you immediately stepped in.

"Aww. The kitten thinks she's a tiger."

"And you better hope I don't slice you with my claws."

"I don't know...I kind of like kitten," Bucky smirked.

"What about her?" Steve replied casually.

"I just...wanted to know what you think about her. She's sweet," he smiled softly.

He drummed his fingers against his thigh as he watched his friend. That familiar, soft smile. It reminded him of the old days. When he had a new girl on his arm. You were more than a flavor of the week. You wouldn't be treated that way. And you were better than that.

His imagination was getting the best of him. Buck didn't even say why he was asking. And he wasn't the same man as before. He had been through hell and worse. It was easy to see why he would be drawn to you.

"She is sweet," he agreed carefully. "She's...a hard worker. Kind. I think she's a good woman. A great woman, actually. And she deserves to be taken care of, don't you think?"

Bucky nodded silently. "Yeah, she does."

"Why are you asking?" came out before he could stop himself.

"No reason," his friend smiled back.

"Bullshit," he thought. He wasn't going to lose his chance at happiness. You were going to be his...His best girl. After all, he was the man with a plan.

[jtargaryen18]

Hot Girl Bummer

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Pairings:Jake Jensen x Single mom reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: A little language, some banter. It will get smexy in a follow-up but this is pretty fluffy for me.

Summary: The uncle of one of your daughter’s friends is an annoying asshat.

A/N: Today’s contribution to my #30DaysofChris2020 challenge. 

~~~

“Let’s go girls!”

Would this prick shut up?

You’d only been living in this dull New Hampshire town for about a month. It was your little girl’s first soccer game as a Petunia. Your Charlie was a good player, was doing well out there even if the team was losing right now.

And the asshat in front of you was really ruining your enjoyment of the game. He was one obnoxious yell away from you smacking him across the back of his stupid head.

The whistle blew, the game continued. Charlie was off after the ball along with a blonde girl about her size, number 21, who was a strong player too. With both girls going after the ball, you weren’t surprised when the two of them collided and went down, allowing a girl from the other team to steal the ball.

“Are you kidding me?” the asshat shouted. “Who’s the new girl? She just ruined my niece’s play!”

“She did not.” You couldn’t take it anymore. “They both went after the ball. That’s what they’re supposed to do.”

Angling those wide shoulders, the asshat turned his head in your direction. “My niece is the star of the team.”

You chuckled. “I know. You’ve been saying it the whole damn game.”

Shaking his head, he went back to watching the game. The collision had cost them a point and the game continued.

Now your Charlie and the asshat’s niece were really going after it, trying to one-up each other. The asshat’s niece, to her credit, did manage to score the next two points which tied up the game. One last play and the Petunias managed to steal the ball. Charlie took aim and scored the winning point.

The Petunia fans, including yourself and the asshat, stood and clapped.

Preening to the friends he brought with him, the asshat hooted, shouted.

“See that?” he asked, finally turning to face you. “My niece... won the game.”

There he stood in his baseball cap, round dorky glasses, and a goatee. He had a pink Petunias shirt. Cute. And the body? Well, that you couldn’t find fault with.

He had nice eyes too, bright blue. His gaze scaled you up and down. You were grateful that for once since you’d fucking been here he was silent.

“In case you didn’t notice,” you told him, folding your arms across your chest. “My daughter scored the winning point.”

And with that, you headed for the end of your bleacher row, smirking to hear his friends laughing as you made your exit.

You found Charlie on the field, gave her a hug. “I’m so proud of you. You did a wonderful job out there.”

Charlie flashed you that smile. The one that reminded you of her father and your heart squeezed in your chest.

“Did you give everyone the invitations?” you asked her, wanting to make sure before you left.

You could just tell by the look on her face she hadn’t.

“What’s wrong?”

“I didn’t give one to April,” she explained quietly. “I don’t think she likes me.”

“Which one is April?” you asked as the asshat and his group of friends wandered onto the field in your peripheral vision.

Charlie pointed at the asshat’s niece and you took her hand down. “Don’t point.”

“Can we just go?” Charlie begged.

“Why don’t you take her an invitation? Then we’ll go,” you told your kid.

“She doesn’t like me,” Charlie argued, chewing her lip now.

You gave Charlie the look.

“She might if you give her an invitation to your birthday party,” you told her. “She finds out she’s the only one who didn’t get one and she really won’t like you.”

Oh, that made a difference. As you watched, your daughter reached into her backpack and pulled out one of the small pink invites. And yeah it looked painful, but you watched her slowly walk over to the blonde girl who stood there with her mom, the asshat, and his friends in tow.

The blonde girl, April, looked delighted to get the invitation. You see?

Then they were running back in the direction of the bleachers together while you watched. April’s mom smiled at you and followed after them.

The asshat stood with his hands shoved in his pockets, grinning at you awkwardly now. Okay, he was kind of cute. What changed his fucking tune?

“Good game,” he said finally, grinning and nodding at you like he was Joey Tribianni. If the next words out his mouth were “how you doing?” you were going to deck him.

“It would have been if you hadn’t been an obnoxious asshole the entire time,” you told him honestly since the girls were out of earshot.

He looked about to say something when a nice-looking guy with a weathered outback hand and dark eyes clamped a hand on his shoulder to stop him.

“It’s true,” he muttered. The asshat, he really was cute, looked even more chagrined.

“If you’re not here to enjoy the game, why be here?” he finally shot back at you with a goofy grin, his gaze split between your face and your chest.

Nice.

You shook your head. “It’s a shame.”

“What?” he asked, that bit of bravado he mustered fading.

“That you’re such a dork,” you told him.

A really handsome older man with silver threaded through his dark hair laughed, the beautiful woman at his side at least turning so it wasn’t so obvious. The man in the hat died laughing.

“Jensen is such a dork,” the older man said.

Charlie, April, and April’s mom were headed back in your direction. You had to make your last shot quick.

“Why is being a dork… bad?” Jensen had to ask.

You looked him up and down, giving him the same treatment he gave you. How do you like it?

“It’s a shame because most dorks aren’t built like a brick-shithouses,” you informed him before motioning for Charlie and leading her out to your car.

You could hear the group of them snickering behind you.

 ***

 Jake Jensen was mortified as he watched the new girl’s mom – oh, and she was a MILF – lead the girl away. He hadn’t even tried to apply his trademark charm and she’d called him on his bullshit. Damn. It was too bad because that was one gorgeous lady.

Blowing out an exhale, he watched dejected while his sister finished packing up April’s gear.

“What’s wrong, pal?” Clay asked him with a smirk.

“Jensen strikes out again,” he said, trying to play it off. “Bummer.”

“You didn’t strike out completely,” Clay told him, “with the hot girl… mom.”

That got Jensen’s attention. “How do you figure?”

“Yeah, you’re a dork,” Clay explained. “But that brick-shithouse remark?”

Jensen shrugged.

Aisha’s grin was huge. “That means she liked what she saw. You can work with that.”

Really?

“Oh, yeah?” he asked her.

The newest member of their team shook her head. “You really can’t read women at all, can you?”

“No,” Cougar answered before he could.

“What’s this?” his sister looked at the pink envelope April handed to her.

“Charlie gave it to me,” April told her. “She’s having a birthday party Saturday… I want to go.”

“Oh, honey,” his sister told her. “I can’t. I have to go to the cookout for work, remember? Uncle Jensen’s coming to stay with you.”

That gave him a great idea.

“Uncle Jensen could take you to the birthday party,” he offered, watching his niece’s grimy little face light up in excitement.

“Really?”

His sister looked at him skeptically. “You will, huh?”

Jensen nodded enthusiastically. “I’ll even take her shopping for a present before.”

“Can I, Mom? Please,” April begged.

His sister looked at him meaningfully. “They are new and I’m sure they are nice, but until I know them better, April doesn’t leave your sight. Understand?”

Jensen did “cross my heart” with his finger over this heart, noticing the rest of the unit had wandered towards the car.

Now he was looking forward to Saturday. They’d get there early. April could visit with Charlie and he could see what else her hot, hot mom might like.

 ***

 You’d just gotten the cake pans in the oven when someone knocked at your door. Who in the world is that?

“Mom!” Charlie bellowed. “Someone’s here!”

“I’m coming.” You wiped your hands on a towel and made your way to the front door. It was just after noon and the party didn’t start until five, so you had no clue who that could be.

When you answered the door, there stood April with a present in hand, wrapped in a big pink bow. With her was her asshat uncle, Jensen, grinning at you in a way that you shouldn’t be reacting to at all.

But look at him.

You couldn’t take him to task for being so early without upsetting the girl and the bastard knew it.

Did you really have to put up with his ass for almost five hours?

“April!” Charlie squealed, running up to hug her new friend.

“Come in.” You didn’t really have a choice.

“Is that for me?” Charlie asked excitedly. At April’s nod, Charlie looked to you. “Can I open it?”

“Shouldn’t you wait for the party?”

“It’s something that will keep them busy until the party,” Jensen interjected.

“Is that so?” you asked. What is he up to?

Jensen followed you into the living room. No cap today so you got a look at his blond, cropped hair. It didn’t occur to you until he walked into your smallish house just how big a guy he was. It was warm so he wasn’t wearing a jacket today. Just a t-shirt that was two sizes too small with his jeans and…

Stop staring at the man.

Oh, but he caught you, winking as he turned his attention to your daughter delightedly ripping the wrapping paper off her gift. And what did she have in her little hands? Of course. A video game.

“Mom! Look!”

Oh, you saw. Your desktop was on the fritz because you hadn’t had a chance to find someone to look at it yet. That left your laptop which you’d rather not have her monopolize with a video game. It probably didn’t have the video card or memory she’d need to play it anyway.

You smiled brightly. Charlie had wanted that game for a while.

Damn him.

“Mom, can we play it on your computer?” Charlie asked while two eager faces looked to you.

“Honey, my desktop isn’t in good shape right now,” you explained. “You’ll have to go get my laptop.”

And with that, they flew out of the room, running upstairs for your bedroom and your laptop.

Well, fuck.

“What’s going on with your desktop?” Jensen asked, moving closer where you stood behind the couch.

You shrugged. “I ran an update right before we moved, and something went wrong. I haven’t had a chance to have someone look at it.”

“I’d be glad to fix it for you,” he said grinning.

Not look at it. Fix it. Someone was confident.

“And are you qualified to look at my computer?” You wanted to know.

“I am,” he told you. “’I’ve been part of an elite military team for several years. I handle tech for the unit.”

You snorted.

“Twenty bucks says you work for the Geek Squad at Best Buy,” you told him. “But okay. Since you’re here several hours early, that would be nice. I have a cake to make.”

Now he was grinning from ear to ear. “Take me to your desktop.”

The bedroom downstairs was smaller, and you’d made it into an office of sorts instead. There was a desk you’d found at the thrift shop and your desktop was set up there. Jensen plopped down in the chair and booted the system.

“You didn’t tell me your name,” he said idly as he started hitting keys, going into what you thought was DOS mode. No way you were touching that.

You told him your name. “You’re Jensen.”

“Or Jake,” he offered, still focused on the screen in front of him. “Oh, yeah. This is an easy fix. Plus, I can put in some upgrades here. You don’t have enough RAM, you don’t have enough memory, and I’m pretty sure your video card is from the 90s.”

“If you could just make it so that I can open Windows,” you told him. “That would be enough. I don’t want you to go to a lot of trouble and I’m going to have to save up for the rest of it.”

Jensen shook his head, grinning at you eagerly. “I’ve got everything in the car. I’d be glad to fix you up.”

“No strings attached, huh?” you teased him.

His face flushed crimson and you couldn’t help but smile.

When you’d called him a dork, you hadn’t realized how right you were. The man was adorable. His face was all red. He had no idea what to do with the innuendo.

And he had a body like that…

You decided to take pity on him. “Okay, show me what you’ve got Mr. Elite Military.”

That brought him back around, hooking a thumb in the direction of the street. “I’m going to run out to my car and get a few things.”

He just kept things like that in his car?

“I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me,” you told him. You needed to check on your cake.

You checked on the girls, all stretched out on your bed upstairs playing on your laptop. They didn’t need help getting the game going. You went back down to the kitchen, getting food ready for the party. You heard him come back in from his car early on but nothing else. Two hours had passed before you realized it. It was almost two-thirty.

You went to check on him, not sure of what you’d find honestly. Could he do all the stuff he said he could?

You didn’t expect him to be tooling around on your computer, the screen changing quick as lightning in a way it had never done for you. You came up quietly, you didn’t think he knew you were there.

He was looking at pictures from your beach trip last summer with your mom and stepfather. Specifically, pictures of you in your bikini.

“What are you doing?”

You giggled at how he jumped in the chair. You couldn’t help it.

“I was just… “ Jensen was struggling for something to say. “I was just making sure… Ah… I didn’t see anything…”

At least the picture of you in that small red bikini was a good one. “That’s probably the sauciest thing you’ll find on that computer,” you told him. “Otherwise it’s pictures of Charlie and documents for work.”

Jensen looked chagrined but grateful you weren’t taking his head off.

“It’s okay,” you told him. “I can’t ever remember that system moving like that.”

“Well,” he began and then proceeded to explain how he fixed it, the modifications he made. It was all over your head. You were just grateful he’d fixed it. Not to mention, he was pretty proud of himself.

“Can I give you something for fixing that?” you asked him. 

You meant money but apparently his mind went somewhere else. His face went up in flames as he struggled to meet your gaze. How adorable could this guy be?

After a moment, he took a deep breath, dragging his gaze up to meet yours. “A date?”

Okay, that had your heart melting. You hadn’t know what to expect but the innocent way he said that…

“It doesn’t bother you I’m a mom?” you had to ask. Charlie was the most important thing in your life, so it was better to just get that out in the open.

Jensen shook his head. “Will I meet her father?”

You shook your head. “He was army. Killed in action in Afghanistan.”

Something in his expression…

“I’m really sorry,” he told you. You could tell he meant it.

“Anyway,” you approached the chair, liking that he had to look up to you like this. He was over a head taller than you when he was standing. “Thank you.”

Taking his face in your hands, you gently kissed his mouth. You started slowly, carefully. He seemed content to let you lead. His big hands landed lightly on your waist as he held still for you, moving his lips with yours in a careful dance. It was almost innocent in a way.

After a long moment, you pulled back, smiling at him. What was it about this guy? Bashful and flushed.

“Are you done here?” you asked.

“With the computer? Yeah,” Jensen replied.

“Well, don’t just sit there,” you told him. “We’ve got a party to set up. I could use a hand.”

So cute when he grinned like that.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

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[whateveriwant]

Just a Taste

Summary: Steve has his sights set on a new target, but he’s willing to wait until the perfect moment to strike.

Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: ~1.4k (kind of a shorty)

Warnings: stalking, obsession, implied NON-CON (no descriptions)

A/N: Hello! So, this is my first dark fic. I read quite a lot of dark fics and so wanted to try my hand at writing some. This is pretty tame imho, but it is still dark. Thus, heed the warnings! This is also another submission to the amazing @jtargaryen18​ ‘s 30 Days of Chris Challenge! As a general disclaimer: I DO NOT condone the actions depicted below (it’s just fanfiction, guys). To any and everyone who reads this, I hope you enjoy! Gif found here.

Steve met her at the grocery store one day. Despite frequenting the establishment over many years, he’d never seen her before – never once ran into her. She caught him off guard, being the one to initiate contact. With his past conquests, he was always the one to make the first move.

She made quite the first impression, literally walking into him. Her obliviousness to her surroundings irritated him at first. People, these days, don’t watch where they’re going, he chastised. But, as Steve would later come to learn, her absent-minded tendencies would allow everything to fall into place.

When he first saw her, he thought her average, unassuming, unremarkable even. Not the kind he usually went for. And yet – while he couldn’t quite put a finger on it – there was something about her that drew him in; something that called to him. 

He couldn't take his eyes off her. Instead, he followed her around the store – watching with a burning intensity at the way she weaved through the aisles, grabbing exactly what she needed from the shelves.

He followed her out, watching her load her car before driving off. He stopped himself from following her home – he wasn't ready for another game just yet – but he found himself thinking about her over the next several days.

~~~~~

This had never happened to him before; Steve couldn’t get her out of his head. The way she looked, the way she walked, the way she stood on her toes to grab something from the top shelf – her countenance filled his every thought. His previous targets had never overtaken his mind so fully.

He found himself going to that same store he met her at every single day, hoping to run into her again – needing to see her in the flesh. One day, he got lucky. She came back to do her weekly shopping, strolling down the aisles as before – walking the exact same pattern and grabbing the exact same items as last time. A creature of habit, he noted. That would make things easier for him.

He watched her closely. The image he'd pictured in his mind didn’t do her justice; she was even more alluring than he remembered. Having not laid eyes on her for so long, he wouldn’t settle for simple stares this time. He’d allow himself this one close interaction – something just enough to sate his appetite, for now.

He walked close by her in the aisle, grazing her ever so slightly. The floral notes of her perfume pervaded his senses, making his mouth water. He knew the scent would haunt his dreams until he could get close again – until he would get close again.

He was sure to duck out of the way before she got a good look at him, not wanting her to catch on too soon. Steve enjoyed this game he played, but the build-up – the suspense – always made the victory sweeter in the end. So, for the time being, he kept his distance – bided his time.

That didn't stop him from following her home, though. After all, he wasn’t about to make the mistake of letting her out of his sight again.

~~~~~

Steve sat outside her house, watching her from sun up to sun down for weeks on end. Observing her every move under a careful lens worked to further his desire for her – increase his need to have her.

Normally, he wouldn't take this long – wouldn't draw out his game over so many weeks. In the past, he let the suspense build only for a few days – never devoting this much time to a single individual. While he was dedicated to a fault, Steve didn’t consider himself a particularly patient man. Patience is a virtue, he remarked. And he was more engrossed by his vices.

But, again, there was just something about her that enticed him – something that told him to take his time, beckoning him to discover more. And he found rapture in learning all there was to know about her.

Once he'd followed her home that first time, it wasn't hard to follow her elsewhere. He found out where she worked, where she shopped, where she liked to go out to eat. Always the same routine, week after week. And, week after week, Steve became bolder in his movements – his shadow lingering closer and for longer. 

But still, he never stayed long enough for her to get more than a glimpse of his retreating figure. He hadn't made contact since their last interaction; he wasn't quite ready to up the game’s stakes yet. When he wanted his presence known, he'd show himself. It was always on his terms.

~~~~~

Steve revealed pieces of himself little by little, gradually adding to the suspense. There was a reason why Bucky was the sniper while Steve preferred to execute his tasks by hand. Whereas Bucky was content to operate from a distance, Steve loved getting up close and personal; he craved the intimacy of peering into his target's eyes.

He was addicted to seeing the trepidation his game instilled in its players. It satisfied him to no end to watch his conquests’ fears emerge before his very eyes. He couldn’t wait to see that same expression on his new plaything’s face; he knew it'd be a beautiful sight.

Thus, he built up her fear over the coming days. He stood a little too long in her peripherals, letting her get more than a passerby’s glance. He left her doors unlocked after entering her home, letting her know he was close. He left little presents behind for her to find – those were his personal favorite – letting her know of his desires. With every move he made, he saw her fear begin to grow and spread.

She tried to change her ways – going to different stores, buying new locks, working different shifts. What a silly girl, he chided. Silly for thinking she could get away from him – for thinking he wouldn't follow her the whole time. And follow her he did, relishing in the paranoia he witnessed.

~~~~~

All of his hard work has finally led up to this night. Her boss has been working her incessantly over the past week – her mind and body tired to the core. She’s begun to slip back into her old habits; as they say, they die hard. He figures this is the perfect night to finally come out of the shadows – finally reveal himself to her fully.

He opens the front door easily. His silly girl forgot about her new security systems in place – instead being used to the old ones. He passes by her discarded shoes and purse in the entryway, making his way towards her room. He hears a creak come from her bedroom – no doubt the loose floorboard beside her bed. 

He walks into her darkened room, feeling her fear permeate the atmosphere. He can pinpoint exactly where she’s hiding; he doesn’t need to put up any pretenses. But, he decides to draw the game out just a bit longer – give her a sense of false hope. It all just adds to the excitement.

He walks around the edge of her bed, pretending to check in her closet and bathroom. He can hear her beating heart and muffled breaths – can smell the salt of her tears. Her invasion of his senses is a euphoric feeling. Finally deciding to end the game and claim his prize, he takes what he's been waiting for – been wanting all this time.

He pulls her out from under the bed, clamping his hand over her mouth before she can scream. He pushes her down – his weight keeping her immobile, pressed into the mattress. His other hand catches her wrists, keeping them locked between his and her bodies. He runs his nose along her neck; the scent of her perfume is just as intoxicating as he remembers.

He pulls back slightly, wanting to finally get a look at her face – at the expression he’s been waiting weeks to see. The sight is better than he ever could have imagined.

"Just a taste,” he whispers in her ear, seeing the recognition flash in her eyes. “That's all I want. Just a taste." 

But he knows better – knows he isn’t being honest. Once he gets a taste – a small sip of her perfection – he won’t be able to stop until he's consumed her fully.

__________

A/N: I recently happened to read a somewhat similar story from @multifxndomtrxsh. So, if you liked this, make sure to go check out hers! Also, there’s now a sequel to this story told from Reader’s POV. I’d love to know what you thought! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed!

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Steve never associated spanking with sexiness or as anything erotic. He is a gentleman. He doesn't have such dirty kinks.

Sure he likes a nice plump ass. Your ass to be more specific. He loves seeing it in tight yoga pants, snug jeans. Hell he even likes seeing it in dresses that don't necessarily flaunt it. When he is forced to use his imagination.

He also likes seeing it in your cute pastel cotton panties. With stars or heart patterns. Or better yet, no panties.

He saw your ass perched up in your cute pink panties, he couldn't help it, his hand moved before he could even register what was happening. He slapped your ass, the smack echoing in the room, your ass jiggling, and your small yelp, made him oh so hard.

You looked so adorable when you tried to act like you didn't like it. Though the musky scent of your weeping sex clearly said otherwise.

From then on you'd act out, tease him, get on his nerves just to push him off the edge. He was extremely thankful to the serum when he could so easily manhandle you over his lap and discipline you.

"You're such a brat" He'd scold, smirking at your feeble attempts at getting away from him. He would deliver as many spanks as he saw fit for the situation.

Never more than ten or fifteen. Even as a dom Steve is really soft, he would never want to actually hurt you or cause you discomfort.

He'd dip his fingers in your folds, just because he couldn't help himself. You would always be so wet, unabashedly enjoying it. Does it actually count as punishment if you enjoy it?

He always uses his hand. He feels it's more intimate that way. Besides there's nothing like your hot warm skin against his palm.

He especially likes it when you'd present him your ass and demand to be spanked. Sure he maybe the dominant one on the surface but you are the one who is truly in control.

He is the king of aftercare. Rubbing baby oil or aloe over your raw ass after a tasking session. Seeing it all red, because of him, invokes a darker, possessive side of him.

He does feel a bit bad about being proud when he sees you struggling to sit on your swollen ass.

[sophiria]

Murder, He Wrote

Warnings and various tags: dubcon elements, explicit sexual content, talks of death and murders, dark humor

Story Rating: Explicit/Mature, 18+

Relationships: Dark!Steve Rogers x Detective!Female Reader

Word Count: 1,483

A/N: written for 30DaysofChris2020 🤍 Happy Birthday Month dearest @jtargaryen18​ 🖤 and thank you to my beta reader @imanuglywombat​ ♡

Summary:  Steve Rogers deals with novels, murders and you.

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As he was signing autographs at the launch of his second mystery novel, Steve looked up through his lashes and saw that you were in his orbit once again.

You looked delightful, dressed in a grey trench coat, velvety black jeans and a pair of black pumps.

He once drew you wearing just those and nothing else.

Months after his first book came out, three random people had died the same way the fictional victims from his book had been described. You showed up at his office to question him about it, convinced that he had something to do with the murders. 

And you haven't left him alone ever since.

"Captain Rogers," you enunciated.

He cocked his head left and eyed you boldly as he said your name. "Detective," he mused. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your delightful company?"

Were you here to bring charges against him or make another outrageous claim?

"Thaddeus Ross is dead," you answered.

Straight to the point.

Steve's eyes rolled skyward and shook his head. "You gotta be shitting me," he muttered as you arched a brow, amused at hearing Steve Rogers swear. 

"What does it have to do with me, Detective? I haven't seen his face in years."

"We're going over all the possible people who could have had a grudge against him," you disclosed. "And we all know what happened in 2016."

A mirthless smile surfaced on his lips. "I'm sure you do," he huffed. "But I still had nothing to do with him, Detective."

You narrowed your eyes at him. "You said you hadn't seen his face in years, but Tony Stark died less than two years ago."

His brows knitted in a frown. "I'm aware of that. I was there," he retorted, mouth turning grim.

"General Ross was there too," you said. "At Tony Stark's funeral."

Steve sighed. "I haven't exchanged a word with him. He was the last person on my mind that day."

You crossed your arms over your chest. "You disappeared for weeks after it. Would you mind if I ask you again what you have done during that period?"

His eyes crossed in exasperation. "You already asked me about that, Detective. And I already told you it's top secret."

He was not going to tell you about his dance with Peggy and how they tried to make it work. Not yet.

You eyed him warily. "Right," you chewed on, disapproval gleaming in your eyes. 

Steve could see a silver of emotion in your unreadable gaze, but for the first time since you two meet, he had no idea about the why. 

"This isn't over, Captain," you continued. "I'm going to need you to be available all the time and not travel outside New York City."

His lips parted slightly. "I wouldn't dream of moving away from my City, Detective," he assured you. 

He stood up from his post and closed the distance between your bodies. 

He inhaled sharply and stared down at you. "I'll be here at your disposal," he murmured, his gaze caressing your face.

You swallowed slowly and gave him a tight-lipped smile. "Then we are on the same page," you said.

He smiled down at you, a twinkle in his eye. "I hope we are."

-

A week after your encounter with the good Captain, you found yourself more obsessed than ever. 

It was Saturday night, and you were alone in your Brooklyn loft. 

You couldn't stop reading and researching about Steve Rogers; you wanted to know about him as much as you knew about Captain America. 

Rogers was kind and had a strong moral compass, but he could also be unforgiving and manipulative.

But could he be the cold-blooded killer of three different people?

Maybe he had lost it. Perhaps too many years of losing friends and continuously fighting got to his head. Maybe -

You flinched as you heard footsteps just outside your door, your mouth going dry as soon as you understood that they stopped in front of it. 

You silently grabbed your gun and stood up from your desk as the lights went out.

You didn't hear anything for a few minutes until a broad chest pressed onto your back, a gloved hand covering your mouth and nose while the other disarmed you.

"Shhh," Steve whispered. "It's just me, Detective,".

Blood rushed through your veins as your heart pounded with fear and excitement.

Was he here to hurt you or to kill you? 

Or maybe he found out your secret?

His fingers ghosted over your exposed neck skin. "I'm going to let you go now, but you have to be quiet," he said as he sniffed your hair. 

"Otherwise I'll have to punish you."

Steve released you slowly and flicked on the light. 

You squinted and took a good look at him. He wore an all-black ensemble, gloves, sweater, khakis and running shoes, looking more like an intruder than Captain America turned best selling author.

He smiled as he saw you ogling him, hands going over his hips. "See something you like, Detective?"

You straightened your back and held his gaze. "You just committed another felony, Captain Rogers," you remarked.

He smirked and raised an eyebrow. "I'm not the only one," he reasoned.

You gulped. "I have no idea what you're talking about," you grumbled.

He grinned. "Yes, you do," he countered.

You sighed and crossed your arms over your chest. "What do you want from me?"

He walked towards you, his broad frame the only thing you could see. 

He placed one hand on your neck as the other grasped your hip.

"I think you know the answer to that," he purred. "Show me how much you want Steve Rogers."

Your heart thudded as he pushed you onto your knees. 

You unbuckled Steve's belt as you kept eye contact with him, his eyes clouded with lust. You lowered his boxers, pumped him a few times and then took him into your mouth. You hollowed your cheeks and sucked, your wet mouth engulfing him. He groaned as you swirled your tongue around his shaft, his right hand keeping your head in place. 

He was shaking, moans and praises spilling from his mouth. You tried to relax your mouth and flexed your throat as you deepthroated him, your hands playing with his balls. He bucked his hips and shuddered as he came into your mouth, his seed painting your lips as you released him.

He observed you through half-lidded eyes and then grabbed you from under your armpits, lifting you. 

"My turn," he husked.

He hauled you up over his shoulders and dropped you onto your bed.

"Don't move or I'll tie you up," he warned as he undressed.

You crawled away from him, but he quickly caught you by your hips and tore apart your cotton pyjamas and underwear.

"I warned you, Detective," he playfully scolded as he flipped you.

"Fuck you, Rogers," you squeaked as he grabbed your arms and tied them up behind your back with his belt.

"That damn mouth of yours..." he whispered as he manoeuvred you face flat on the bed.

He mushed your bottom cheeks with his left hand while his right one found your clit, his fingers rubbing it roughly.

You moaned into the pillow, arching your back at his touch.

He slipped a finger and then a second into your pussy. You panted and shook as he found your g-spot, coming around his fingers.

"That's it," he muttered as he kept stroking your clit, prolonging the aftershocks of your orgasm.

"Rogers!" You gasped.

You felt his cock prodding your entrance. His fingers dug into your ass as he sank into you with a snap of his hips. You cried out and tried to stifle your moans and whimpers into the duvet as he slammed hard into you, the overstimulation of your clit and his cock hitting your g-spot driving you insane.

You groaned as he suddenly pulled out and yanked his belt off from your wrists. He flipped you onto your back and pulled you down on his cock once again.

"Admit it," he groaned, pounding his hips.

"You are a crazy man Steve Rogers!" You panted as you felt the orgasm approaching.

"Admit what you did!" He ordered, rubbing your clit.

"I haven't done anything!" You moaned, breath itching as you came on his cock.

He shuddered as he felt you squeezing him and pulsed inside you, his cum coating your walls. 

"Detective..." he whispered, staring fixedly at your face. "Admit it," he said, cupping your breasts and kneading them gently. 

You shivered at his touch and bit your lip. "I did it for you, Captain Rogers," you breathed. “I killed Ross.”

He smirked and then took your face between his hands. His lips brushed against yours. 

"I know you did," he rumbled. "He really had it coming, didn't he?"

[americasass91]

Elevator Dings

So I I’ve never done anything like this before. It’s the first thing I’ve written probably since high school. All of the wonderful writers I follow on here inspired me. And when I saw @jtargaryen18 post about #30daysofChris I decided to give it a shot! It might completely suck and that’s ok. I had a whole lot of fun going out of my comfort zone and writing it! This beautiful man above also inspired me. Enjoy!

Rating:probably Mature

Warnings: some smut, language, embarrassment, and fluff

Pairing: SteveXReader

Length: 2.4k

You were finally able to relax after the week from hell. Being an Avenger was rewarding, but exhausting. It seemed like every time you got back from a mission; you’d be sent off to another one right away. So, this day off was rare and you were going to enjoy it dammit.

The compound was relatively empty for once so you were going to take over the living room and binge watch all the 50 Shades of Grey movies since you still had yet to see them. You loved the books so you were excited to finally be watching the films.

You pop some popcorn and poor yourself a glass of red wine and grab the softest, fluffiest blanket you can find and get settled on the couch. Just as you were about to press play on the first movie, you hear footsteps coming up behind you.

“Oh, hey Y/N. I thought you went out with everyone else?” Steve says as he plops down beside you and grabs some popcorn. “No, I really wanted to stay in this evening and just have some time to myself.” You say sweetly hoping he’ll get the hint that you want to be alone. Sure, you liked Steve and he was pretty to look at but sometimes you just wanted to be alone you know?

“Yeah same here, that’s why I didn’t go out. What are you watching?” He asks while stealing some of your blanket to drape over his insanely long, thick legs. You internally shrug and figure it won’t be that bad if Steve joins you in your binging. “The 50 Shades of Grey movies. Have you seen them?” you ask looking over at him as you press play. He looks back over at you with his brows furrowed. “Are those the ones about sex all the women were going crazy over a few years back?” he asks while stealing more of your popcorn. “Yep, I read all the books but never had a chance to watch all the movies. You are welcome to stay and watch them, unless they’d make you too uncomfortable.” You sincerely tell him as your gaze fixes on the screen. “Why do you assume they’d make me uncomfortable? Because I don’t seem to have as much experience as everyone else in that department?” he asks, teasing you.

You can feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. “God, no that’s not what I mean at all! I just know some people aren’t comfortable with sex and movies about it that’s all.” You say as your curious mind starts to wonder just how much experience he has. “I know Y/N, I’m just messing with you.” He says as he reaches over to ruffle your hair. You have to admit his touch, even though brief, felt nice. You settle back into the couch and pull the blanket a little further up your body. You glance over at Steve from the corner of your eye and just take a moment to realize how truly handsome he is.

Sure, you’ve always thought Steve was attractive but you’ve never thought of him as more than a friend. But now as you look at him you can’t help but wonder what he’d feel like on top of you, pressing you down into the couch with his lips attached to your neck while you ran your fingers through his blonde hair. You’d wrap your legs around his trim waist and pull him even close-

“Y/N? you ok? You look a little flushed.” Steve snaps you out of your daydream. You turn to look at him and realize he had scooted closer to you. You lick your lips and watch as his eyes drift down towards the movement. Your breath catches as he looks back up into your eyes and asks, “Y/N? Would it be ok if I kissed you?” Your mouth processes your response a lot faster than your brain because the next thing you hear yourself utter is, “Yes.”

He lifts his hand and tucks a piece of hair behind your ear and slowly leans in. He stops when he’s almost there and you realize he’s waiting for you to come the rest of the way, giving you a chance to change your mind. You grab onto his arm and lean the rest of the way in and softly brush your lips over his. The feeling is absolute heaven. His lips move against yours perfectly. Like they were made for you. He backs away and looks into your eyes, “Wow” is all he can say.

You decided you haven’t had enough and grab the back of his neck and pull him in for another kiss. This one more passionate than the last. You hear him moan into the kiss as your fingers make their way into his hair and give a little tug. He moves his hands down to your waist to pull you in even closer as his tongue dances across your bottom lip, begging for entrance. You happily oblige and touch your tongue against his making him groan into the kiss.

He pulls you away again while panting heavily and says, “I want you. Please tell me you want me too?” Well the feeling was definitely mutual on your end. So, you push him against the back of the couch and straddle him and throw your arms around his neck. “I want you, too.” You say as you lean down to kiss him again. Right before your lips touch, he says “Yeah? What do you want from me baby?”

“All of you, Steve. Please.” You say as you go to try to kiss him again. He pulls back and you groan in frustration. “Patience honey, I just need to hear exactly what you want. Tell me, Y/N.” He says in a little firmer tone. You can feel his erection pressing into you and you try to start grinding your hips but he grabs them to stop you and looks at you expectantly with one eyebrow raised.

“God, I want you to fuck me Steve. Please.” You all but yell at him. “That’s all I needed to hear’” he says as he starts attacking your neck with his mouth as one of his hands moves its way to your ass kneading the flesh and making you groan. The other hand makes its way inside your shirt and towards your breasts. Thank god you decided not to wear a bra. He pinches your nipple between his fingers making you squeal in pleasure. He pushes his hardness up into your core and makes you moan as you start slowly rocking against him.

You can feel how embarrassingly wet you are. You start moving your right hand down his torso, enjoying feeling his muscles flex under your touch. You move your hand and palm his impressive bulge through his jeans and squeeze just the slightest bit. He grunts in response and jerks his hips up into your hand."Fuck Y/N, what are you doing to me?" He asks looking into your lust blown eyes that mirror his own.

You smirk and tug his hair enough to move his head to the side. You bring your lips to his ear and whisper seductively, "Just teasing you, Captain. What's wrong? Don't you like my hand on your cock?" He growls in response and pushes you until you are now underneath him on the couch. "Maybe we'll see how you like it sweetheart." he mumbles as he starts by kissing and biting at your neck.

It takes him no time at all to find your sweet spot. You whimper when he sucks harder on that spot and start yanking on his shirt, signaling you want it off. He ignores your efforts and starts grinding his hips against yours, creating the sweetest friction. You start to feel his hand move down your body, squeezing every bit of flesh on the way down. He's almost to where you need him most when he stops and starts playing with the hem of the pajama shorts you have on.

Meanwhile his other hand moves towards your other breast to give it attention. His mouth continues assaulting your neck with kisses and love bites. You know you'll definitely have marks tomorrow but you could care less right now with this beautiful super soldier on top of you. "Steve, please stop teasing me. I need you." you utter in what you know is a desperate voice. You can feel your pussy throbbing with need.

"What do you want baby? Tell me, tell your Captain what you want." He whispers huskily in your ear. "Your hands, Captain, I need your hands on me." you say as you grab his hand to lower towards your awaiting center. "My hands are on you sweet girl." Steve says as he moves to the other side of your neck. "Where do you want my hands Y/N? I won't know unless you tell me." You start to realize Steve wants you to tell him exactly what you want so you grab his face and move it back so your eyes can meet his. "I want you to fuck me with your fingers and suck my clit into that pretty mouth of yours.”

You can feel the shiver that runs throughout his body at your words. “Fuck, baby.” He whispers as he slowly slides down your body. He gets settled in between your legs and starts rubbing you through your shorts. You slowly start grinding against his hand a little harder, pulling his golden locks through your fingers. He moves his hand to the waistband of your shorts and starts pulling them down as slow as possible. 

Before he can get them to your knees he abruptly halts and looks towards the hallway. Before you even have time to ask what’s wrong Steve puts your shorts back in place and pulls you into a sitting position and throws the blanket over the both of you. “Um, Steve? I know you don’t have the most experience with sex but that’s not all that it entails.” You say kind of frustrated as you scoot a little away from him.

Right as you were about to say something else you hear it. The elevator dings, announcing someone was coming up. You turn around and watch as Tony, Bucky, Sam, and Nat come off the elevator and seeing you, come your way. “So the club sucked.” Tony announces as he heads towards the fridge. “Yeah so we decided to come back and hang out with you guys.” Sam says as he comes and grabs a handful of popcorn while sitting down next to Steve. You continue staring at the screen knowing if you make eye contact with anyone your face will go red.

“Are you guys watching 50 shades?” Nat asks as she sits beside you on the couch. “Isn’t that movie against Capsicle’s code of conduct or something?” Tony asks as he too comes and takes some popcorn. “I’m 96, I’m not dead Tony.” Steve utters as he rolls his eyes while avoiding eye contact with you. Bucky just stands there eyeing you two suspiciously. He rakes his eyes over you, at your disheveled appearance. Then over to Steve and noticing his flushed cheeks and rapid breathing.

“Oh my god!” He exclaims pointing at you two. Everyone snaps their heads in yours and Steve’s direction. “They were totally fucking on the couch before we got here!” He says with a smirk as he watches your eyes go wide. “No we weren’t!” “You guys interrupted us!” You both exclaim at the same time. You look at him wide eyed. “Steve! They didn’t need to know that!” You say as you slap his arm.

Bucky just stares at you triumphantly for being right. Nat smirks at you as she wriggles her eyebrows in your direction. Sam holds his fist out for Steve who just shakes his head no. Tony looks from you to Steve with an odd expression on his face. “I don’t know whether to be proud that the old man was finally getting some, or disgusted it was on this brand new couch! Seriously guys we all sit here!”

“And I’m going to bed. Thank you everyone for officially making this awkward and super mortifying.” You say as you get up and walk toward the elevator. “Doll, do you expect any less from us?” Bucky asks as he chuckles at you. You throw up your middle finger as you step on the elevator causing the gang to lose it. Just as the doors were about to close, a hand comes in between and stops them. They open up to reveal the beautiful blonde haired, blue eyed man taking up your thoughts.

He walks in and stands next to you with his hands in his pockets suddenly shy. For a minute you think you’re going to spend the whole ride in silence when he speaks up. “So, um, sorry about that back there. I don’t know what came over me.” He says as he rubs the back of his neck. “Oh, no worries. Guess we kind of got caught up in the moment.” You offer a kind smile, but inside you feel a little disappointed thinking he regretted what happened. “I usually like to date a girl for awhile before anything intimate happens. I guess you just bring it out in me.” He smirks as he moves to stand in front of you.

Looking up into his eyes you see nothing but kindness with a hint of playfulness. “Would you like to go out to dinner with me one night this week Y/N?” He asks nervously, praying you’ll say yes. You smile at him and grab his bicep and give a little squeeze. “I would absolutely love that Steve” He just smiles back at you and wraps his arms around your waist and leans in just enough that his lips brush yours. You smile wide and lean the rest of the way in while wrapping your arms around his neck and give him the sweetest kiss. 

The doors open on your floor and you reluctantly pull away from Steve. “This is my stop soldier.” You say smiling up at him. “I’d ask you back to my room but I’d really like to do this right and see where it goes. You’re worth the wait.” He says as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. You blush and start heading towards your door, suddenly glad you got interrupted by an elevator ding.

[smutsonian]

Drabble idea: Chris & his girl are hanging out & things start to heat up but she stops things before it gets too far. She’s a virgin but he doesn’t know bc they recently started dating & never talked about it. So they get into it now & she tells him she wants to but she’s afraid & he reassures her he’ll be gentle (but not in a pushy way & he doesn’t pressure her). Then they make love ♥️

first time

steve rogers x reader

warnings: smut (poorly written one at that), not proofread because i don’t do that,

word count: 1.7k

an: did this with steve instead. it’s finally here, nonnie ;’))

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Your lips moved in sync and you feel yourself trying to stop your moans by biting your lips but Steve grabs the back of your head and softly tugs on it before pulling away. “Stop biting your lips. That’s my job” He smiles at the way you pressed your cheek against his chest in embarrassment before running a hand on your back and sighing.

You look back up at him before grabbing the sides of his face and leaning in for another kiss that was gentler this time around. You feel Steve’s hands sliding down from your back and onto your ass before giving it a squeeze. You moaned against his lips before reaching your hands towards his head, tangling your fingers through his hair and giving it a tug. The grunts that Steve makes through the kiss sent shivers throughout your body and you could feel Steve smirking against your lips as he felt your body tensing against his.

 One of his hands made its way down the front of your sweatpants before teasing your nub through your underwear with two strong fingers. He plays with you as he continues to devour your lips, shaking his head and pulling your hand away from him when you tried to stroke him through his pants. He tugged your panties to the side before plunging a finger inside your wet slit, skillfully slithering his tongue into your mouth when you gasped in delight at the feeling of his finger inside you.

 He moved his thumb to your sensitive clit and began rubbing it as he added a finger to thrust into you, smirking through the kiss as you whimpered against his touch. You continued to whimper and moan against Steve’s body and you could feel his member hardening against your thighs, making your heart stop and raise at the same time. Your mind became blank as your ears started ringing as you began to feel nervous.

 Steve wasn’t aware of the panic you’re experiencing until he tried to pull your sweatpants down. You hurriedly pushed him away before scrambling back to put space between the two of you. Steve snaps his eyes at you, wide ocean eyes looking at you with worry and arms held up as if to prove to you that he wasn’t going to hurt you. “Did I do something wrong?” He said softly before gulping as his worried eyes started to panic as well. “I-I’m sorry. I swear! If I did, I didn’t mean to… Shit, I would never think about hurting y—” Steve stumbles with his words before you cut him off by shaking your head fervently. “No… Steve, you didn’t hurt me.” You gave him a stern look when you realized he was blaming himself. He stares back at you, looking at you warily as if he’ll break you at any point.

 You sighed before grumpily sitting on the bed. “Don’t look at me like that.” You grumbled, gulping quietly as you felt him sit beside you. You felt his large hand on your small ones as he rubbed your knuckles with his thumb reassuringly. “What happened?” He looks at you, waiting for an answer. You took a deep breath before chuckling nervously, squeezing his hand as you stared back at him. “I just… I’ve never done it before… You know?” You watch his face, waiting for his reaction. His face scrunched in confusion before it suddenly turned into a shocked one. “Oh… Oh!” He suddenly turned his body to fully face you. “Oh!” Eyes wide, the realization hit him and his face turned visibly turned red in an instant, along with his ears and his neck.

“I- I… Why didn’t you tell me? God, I’ve been acting like a horny teenager all this time and… God! Shit, doll. I’m so sorry!” He rubs his face with his hands frustratingly before looking at you with a sad look. “Why didn’t you say anything before? You know you can tell me anything, right?” He takes your hands in his before kissing the top of it. You looked away from his eyes, not able to bear the sad and disappointed look he’s wearing. “I’m sorry, Steve.” You sigh before looking back at him with a more determined look this time. “I do know that I can tell you anything, Steve. I trust you and… I’m just scared. It scares me… People told me stories about it and—” You stopped as Steve reached out for your face before pulling it and pressing a kiss on your lips. “We don’t have to do it if you’re not ready, doll. If we ever do it, I’ll make sure that you’ll be as comfortable as you can.” He presses another kiss on your lips before pulling his face away only to be pulled back by your hands. You press a quick kiss to his lips before pulling away and nodding. “I want to do it with you.” You suddenly tell him. Steve stares at you before shaking his head. “Doll… I d—” You cut him off by placing your hands on his firm shoulders before squeezing. “I’m ready, Steve. I want to lose it with you.” You told him with as much confidence you can.

 Steve pauses for a second before nodding his head. “I’ll be gentle.” He whispers in your ear before pulling away and helping you out of your clothes. When you’re completely bare, he pushes you gently until your back is on the mattress. He kisses your lips before moving down and placing a kiss on your neck, your chest, and your stomach. He steps off the bed to make a quick move to remove his clothes. You watched him as he crawled over your body, smiling reassuringly at you as he placed a kiss on your shoulder. “You sure about this?” He asks, licking his bottom lip as he watches you nod at him. 

 He moves a hand to his hard cock, veins pulsing in excitement before pumping it a few times, and sliding it against your wet slit to lubricate himself. You whimper at the sensation and he looks at you with worry before leaning down to kiss your lips, lapping on your bottom lip, and moving his tongue against yours when you give him access. “You okay?” He manages to say through the kiss before pulling away to wait for your answer. “Yes, Steve. I’m okay with this.” You let out a nervous breath when he nods and aligns his tip against your entrance. He looks back at you, watching your face for your reaction and you nod once again, encouraging him to keep moving.

 He adjusts your legs so one is placed above his shoulder while the other rests on his side. He pushes in slowly, stopping when the tip is fully in. “Are you okay?” He watches your scrunched eyes open before you breathe out a sigh. “Yes, Steve. Please keep moving.” You wiggle under him, prompting him to move. Giving you what you wanted, Steve continues to push himself inside of you, biting his lip at the way your tight walls hugged his cock. You controlled your breaths as the uncomfortable feeling set in, him grunting above you when he’s fully slithered in. “Does it hurt?” He brushes a few sweaty strands of hair away from your face before kissing your cheek. “No… It just feels a little weird.” You admit, slightly squirming under him. “But i-it’s… I’m fine now. Can you move?” You stuttered out, feeling a little embarrassed for asking but he only chuckled before pecking your lips and pulling out steadily, stopping when the tip was almost out.

Steve continues his slow thrusts, asking you from time to time if you were comfortable and you reassured him every time that you were fine. His thrusts were careful and relaxed and you were thankful for that but after a while, you were yearning for more. You started to fidget under him, causing him to stop attentively. “Did I hurt you?” He panicked and you answered with a soft laugh. “No, Steve. But…” You started, watching Steve as he raises an eyebrow in question. “But what…” He said, sounding nervous. “Can you go a little faster?” You requested. 

 Steve’s eyes shot open as color started to tint his cheeks when he nodded eagerly. He started thrusting into you once more, with purpose this time around. The sound of skin slapping each other filled the room along with Steve’s low grunts and loud moans. Steve watched as your head tilted back in pleasure while your back arched up as you let out a loud sinful moan. You felt him twitch inside you before feeling his thumb against your nub and squealing in surprise as the feeling inside you intensify.  “You liked that?” Steve teased, rubbing your bud a little faster when you nodded at him. He groaned loudly when he felt your walls tightening around him, muttering a few curses as he pushed himself to continue pounding into you without letting himself cum before you.  

 “Are you… close?” He stutters in between breaths, looking down at you with dilated eyes. “Yes, yes, Steve. Fuc—” Your words were cut short when you suddenly felt yourself cumming hard around him, squeezing his body with your legs and shouting out his name when he rubbed your clit through your orgasm. He pulls out of you before leaning in to kiss you, all the while jerking himself off. He abruptly pulls away from your lips before leaning his head back as he came above you, spurting streaks of his cum on your abdomen. “Sorry” He curses before getting his shirt from the ground and wiping your abdomen clean. “It’s okay, Steve. Thank you…” You turn your face to the side to hide it under a pillow. 

 “None of that” He playfully snatches the pillow away from you before throwing it across the room. He lays down beside you before wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close until you were lying on his broad chest. “Was that good for your first? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He looks down at you, face filled with apprehension. You bit your lip before leaning up to him and pressing a kiss on his lips. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You smirk at him before kissing his nose. “And you’ll never hurt me, Steve. I don’t think you’re even capable.” You shake your head before pressing your head back on his chest. “I love you, Stevie…” You mumble before closing your eyes to that feeling of his massive hands rubbing your back smoothly. 

 “And I love you…”

[ozarkthedog]

Soaked Leather

Summary: Andy makes you get off on his boots.

Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Dom/Sub, Daddy Kink, Misuse of Boots, Degradation.

Word Count: 1,239

Author Notes: I saw a pic of Andy’s boots and my mind came up with this little, lewd AF fic.

*Another Entry for @jtargaryen18​ #30 Days of Chris 2020 Challenge.* 

No Beta, all fuck ups are my own.

Reblogs and Likes are amazing! Feedback and comments are encouraged!

“I’m in no mood to deal with your disobedience. You’re going to be good or I’ll take it out on your ass.” His threat was simple as he brings you down to your knees on the bathroom floor.

His hand weaves its way into your hair, thwarting any attempt at escape. The tile floor of the bathroom was hard and unforgiving on your knees as Andy stares you down.

He moves your head in the motion of ‘yes’ as he speaks for you, “What do we say? We say “Yes, Daddy”.” Your scalp burns along with your cheeks as he talks down to you like a child.

His hand slips from your hair as he turns and shucks his blue blazer, tossing it on the double sink vanity.

You wait patiently for him, not wanting to add to his obvious irritation already. Hands clasped behind your back like always.

Andy spies you in the mirror, waiting like the good girl he knew you could be. He starts rolling up the sleeves on his button up as he speaks.

“Now, imagine my surprise when I come home after a long, tough day at work, to find my Little Girl grinding her greedy pussy on my office chair.”

You bite your lip in shame knowing it was wrong, but you just couldn’t help yourself. He shakes his head, hand lifting to rub his beard as he tuts you like a pet, “You best not have ruined the leather.”

Watery eyes and gasps of an apology are on your lips, but Andy doesn’t want to hear it.

One large finger rests over your lips, silencing your regretful actions. “No. No speaking. I only want moans for the rest of the evening. I don’t want you to slip up and make me punish you even more.”

A small smile reaches his face, then it’s gone in a flash as he slips the finger on your lips into your mouth. You suckle softly on the thick finger, wishing it was his cock instead.

Andy hums. Eyes squinting as he watches your face, “I know you’re sorry.” Your eyes light up and you nod furiously, wanting him to know how stupid you felt for disobeying him.

“But you wanted to be a greedy, dirty girl while I was gone and that’s not right. You’re supposed to be my greedy, dirty girl. I’m the one who takes you apart and puts your back together.” His fingers hold your tongue and jaw down, drool slips from your mouth and onto your naked chest.

Andy tips your head back, sliding his finger further into your mouth tickling your throat and making you gag, “Well, if you needed to cum so badly, I have to best thing for you to grind on.” He palms his growing erection as he watches you sputter around his finger.

He extends his black booted foot out, nestling it between your spread thighs waiting for you to realize your predicament. Your eyes widen as you feel the thick leather push against your mound, eliciting a tiny gasp from you.

Heat reaches your cheeks when you realize Andy wants you to get yourself off on his boot.

A lewd moan slips around Andy’s finger as you lower yourself fully onto the boot, grinding down and back getting it slick with your arousal.

You suck his finger harder as you move your hips back and forth. The leather feels soft against your mound.

“There you go, be that dirty girl and make a mess.” Andy groans out as he angles his boot up higher giving you more surface to work with. He slips another finger into your mouth as one particular thrust of your hips makes you mewl.

“Suck my fingers good, Little Girl and I may give you my cock.” You pick up speed, sucking with vigor on his thick fingers.

Spit freely flows down your chin as you grind harder chasing your orgasm. You almost slip off Andy’s boot with one particularly strong thrust but he catches you with his other hand, planting itself at the base of your hairline.

“God, you’re such a dirty, little slut. Got so caught up in cumming you almost fell flat on your face. Good thing Daddy was here to save you, huh?” His demeaning words lit you aflame. Groaning around his fingers, your eyes roll back as you grind down harder, arousal leaking all over his boot.

Andy fists your hair sharply and thrusts a third finger in your mouth, “Be a good girl now and cum. Cum all over Daddy’s boot.”

You release a choked moan at his command, instantly hitting your peak and cumming loudly around his fingers. The pain coming from the base of your hairline added to the intensity of the orgasm, making you drool heavily all over your body and his fingers.

Andy wipes his spit covered fingers on his pants, then cradles your face in his palm, “Good girl.”

You breathing returns to normal as Andy removes his boot from your pussy and palms his erection as he looks over his now slick soaked boot.

“Look at the mess you’ve made.” He chastises as you turn beat red noticing how soaked his boot was.

Andy snakes his hand around the back of your neck again and brings your head down to the floor over his boot, “Lick it clean.” His tone left no room for error as you look over the mess.

From the thick laces all the way down to the toe was covered in cum. All shiny and slick. It was slipping down over the side of the leather boot, soaking into the material.

Andy cleared his throat, “Get to work.”

You glance up at him to find his hand unbuckling his belt and pulling out his throbbing cock. His jaw twitches when your tongue peaks out to take the first lick on his boot.

You both groan at the action, it was so dirty and lewd, your dripping pussy couldn’t help but clench. The power Andy had over you always left you dizzy and wanting more.

You stare up at him as you give his boot long, slow licks from toe to laces tasting your sweet cum and leather mixing together.

Andy lets out an obscene groan as he jerks himself off as you lick your cum from hit boot. You smile up at Andy licking your lips lewdly, “Almost done, Daddy.” You bend back down giving a few more licks, until his boot is spotless.

You sit back on your heels and watch as Andy fists his cock harder and faster. His face turns red as his body tightens up and he cums with a loud grunt. Lines and droplets of white cum splatter the boot you were licking clean only moments before.

Andy leans against the vanity, huffing out a sigh of contentment and smirks at the quizzical look on your face.

He leans down taking your chin in his hand, “You were a bad girl while I was gone and bad girls don’t get Daddy’s cock.”

You pout as you look up at him, hoping he will change his mind and fuck you over the vanity, “But Daddy-” Tears pepper your eyes.

Andy raises his hand, stopping your pitiful plea, “Ah ah, my boot is dirty, Little Girl.” He points down to his cum covered boot, voice hard and demanding, “Get to work.”

[jtargaryen18]

Hot Girl Bummer: First Date

Masterlist

Pairings:Jake Jensen x Single mom reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: A little language, some banter. It will get smexy later. Promise.

Summary: Jensen is back in town and he hasn’t forgotten about that date.

A/N: Today’s contribution to my #30DaysofChris2020 challenge and for my #BookClubDrabble

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You and Charlie barely made it on time for the soccer game. And you weren’t proud of it, but your heart skipped a beat when you pulled up to see April standing next to a vehicle you hadn’t seen before, a yellow Hummer of all things.

Jensen was back in town.

And he appeared to be scrambling around in there, frantically looking for something. Charlie made a beeline for April and the two girls hugged a beat before he popped out of the hummer and got on eye level with his niece looking panicked.

“Don’t freak out,” he tried to sound calm but missed it by a mile. “We forgot your cleats.”

The little blonde’s eyes rounded in fear. “We have to go home and get them,” she told him in no uncertain terms.

“We don’t have time,” he said gently. “I’m so sorry. Do they have extra pairs or…”

“We do,” you offered. And fortunately, April and Charlie were very close in size. “Charlie stay here.”

You ran back to your car, unaware Jensen was totally watching your ass as you ran. Charlie’s backup cleats were in the trunk and you were back and presenting them to April in no time.

“These are yours?” she asked Charlie who nodded. That made all the difference and thankfully they fit.

When the coach waved them over, they sprinted to her to get started. It was really close to game time.

That left you standing with Jensen.

“You just saved my ass,” he told you humbly. “Thank you.”

There it was. Why was this dork so damned adorable?

“Want to watch the game?” he motioned awkwardly to the stands. “With me?”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “You going to behave this time, Best Buy?”

That earned you his goofy grin. “Can’t promise.”

You shook your head and started walking. He followed right behind you.

“So, given any thought where you want to go on that date?” he reminded you as you climbed up the bleachers.

You cut him a smile as you reached your preferred row and took a seat, he joined you. He was alone today.

“Dinner would be a good place to start,” you offered. You realized that you really did want to go out with him. “Maybe a movie? And I have to make arrangements for Charlie.”

“Like a sleepover with April at my sister’s place?” His grin was hopeful.

Someone had thought ahead. “I’d consider it.”

The whistle blew and the game began, and he was all about the Petunias. Now that you knew him a little better, he wasn’t as bad as you thought he was that first game. You still politely encouraged him a couple of times to be a little less enthusiastic. You spent half the game laughing at his antics.

The Petunias won and he was a big kid, running out on the field to snatch up his niece and swing her around in celebration. Jensen surprised you when he did the same thing with Charlie. And she let him. Your heart melted as you caught up with them, Charlie running up to you with a huge grin on her face.

“Mom, can I sleep over at April’s tonight?”

You shot Jensen a look. He put up his hands defensively. “My sister knows. It was actually her idea.”

Nothing like being put on the spot. All three of them were looking at you expectantly. So Jensen wanted to do date night? Okay. But not looking like you did right now.

“Okay,” you told Charlie. “But we need to go home first and pack a bag for you.”

And I’m going to shave my legs and wear something besides an old Clash t-shirt.

“Aw, Mom, why?” Charlie whined, ready to go.

“You need pajamas and stuff,” you told her. Looking at Jensen, you smiled. “What’s the address?”

Jensen wore a shit-eating grin. “Already sent it to your phone.”

Huh?

“And how did you do that?” you wanted to know. “I didn’t give you my number.”

Jensen shrugged. “Best Buy?”

Asshole.

As far as runs back home, you operated with the efficiency of a SWAT team. You put Charlie in charge of packing her bag. You showered, shaved, put on a flirty dress. You did your hair, your makeup. It was forty-five minutes, but it was a record for you damn it and you looked pretty good.

Charlie got distracted as she often did. You checked her bag, got everything she needed together and loaded her in the car. Her big eyes were on you in her booster seat in the back.

“You look pretty, Mom,” she said finally.

Those eyes. Her father’s eyes. For just a moment, you felt guilty. Here you were planning on going out on a date. And his face flashed in your mind. You’d dated in the three years since you lost your husband but sometimes that loss still came back to haunt you…

“Thank you,” you told her, backing out of your driveway.

“Do you like Mr. Jensen?”

You almost choked. “Yeah, he’s a nice guy,” you told her. “I like April’s mother too.”

Oh, the look that earned you. Your Charlie was a sharp girl.

Not taking that on right now.

Sure enough you had a text from an unknown number on your phone. The address. You arrived and April’s mother, Jensen’s sister Michelle, invited you in for a moment. You talked, the girls took off to April’s room.

Winking at her brother, Michelle sent the two of you off on your date. You had to laugh when you realized Jensen intended to take you out in the hummer. He almost had to help you climb up in the damn thing.

Once you’d buckled in, he started up the great yellow beast of a vehicle and turned to you with a grin.

You nodded, curious to see where he’d take you for dinner.

You didn’t expect him to come across the seat, take your face in his hands, and kiss you with a finesse you would never have expected from him. His touch was careful, his lips a soft question as they feathered against yours. Asking permission.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him closer, inviting him to deepen the kiss and he did. His tongue lightly slid against yours, still careful. It was a kiss that had your heart thundering in your chest, had you plucking those round glasses from his face. For long moments, you just held each other, the kiss comfortable and enticing while the powerful engine of the hummer growled in the background.

When he finally pulled back, you got a good look at him. His blond hair, this blue eyes. He really was handsome.

“Ready for that date?” Jensen asked shyly.

You nodded, grinning at him. You were indeed.

[whateveriwant]

Ruby Digits

Summary: Your menstrual cramps are being particularly bothersome and Steve has an interesting proposition for helping relieve your pain.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Word Count: ~3.7k (wow)

Warnings: language, SMUT 18+ (fingering, period sex, shower sex), mentions of blood (obvi)

A/N: Hello! So, this is my first fanfic I've ever posted. I've been reading fanfiction for a while and was recently considering trying my own hand at writing some, and so was just like "fuck it, I'll give it a go." Not only is this my first fic, but it also doubles as a submission for the lovely @jtargaryen18​ 's 30 Days of Chris Challenge. Both she and her stories are absolutely delightful! To the 2 of you any and everyone who reads this, I hope you enjoy!

You groan, hands resting on your clenched abdomen as you roll over to face the back of the couch. It’s that time of the month again and your cramps are hurting like a bitch.

You’ve seemingly tried everything: painkillers, heating pads, even some yoga poses Wanda swears relieve her symptoms. Unfortunately, nothing seems to have done the trick. So, instead, you’ve just decided to curl up on the couch, belatedly moaning into the empty confines of your and Steve’s room.

He’d been gone the past 2 weeks on a mission assignment. Nothing major or incredibly dangerous, just simple recon. FRIDAY had let you know when he’d arrived back at the Compound a few hours ago. However, he’d yet to stop by and see you – instead choosing to hold the mission debrief immediately after touching down at base.

You’d missed him like crazy and had hoped Aunt Flo would have visited during his absence. That way, you two could’ve celebrated his return between the sheets like you always do. But no, not this time. Guess he’ll have to settle with your moans of pain rather than ecstasy.

As you continue to softly grumble into the cushions, you hear the tell-tale click of the door signaling Steve’s entrance.

“Honey, I’m home,” he calls, his usual cutesy quip whenever he returns from a mission.

Normally, you’d quip back with some equally cute banter, but not today. Instead, you greet him with another groan from your lips.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He asks, voice tinged with worry. He rounds the couch and sits behind your bent knees, hands resting on your lower back and shoulder.

“Stevie,” you whimper, “it feels like I’m dying.”

You know you’re being dramatic, but hey... you’re allowed, given the circumstances.

“What? What’s happened?” His voice fills with more concern.

You turn your head slightly to peek at him over your shoulder, meeting his worrisome gaze. “The crimson wave is hitting hard this month and really kickin’ my ass. It feels like someone’s stabbed me in the gut and is slooowly twisting the knife.”

His face loses its tension and changes to one of sympathy. “Oh, I’m sorry darlin’. I know how you feel... literally.” He starts rubbing your back and squeezing your shoulder, giving you a small smile. “Is there anything I can get you? Chocolate, ice cream, chocolate ice cream?”

You smile and shake your head slightly. With arms still holding your stomach, you turn to face where he’s seated.

“Well, is there anything I can do for you?”

You think for a moment as you look him over. God, you wish you could’ve given him your proper greeting. He looks good; already having showered, shaved, and changed out of his Cap suit before coming up. Despite some lingering dirty thoughts on your mind, the pain in your belly is too much for you to humor those ideas for now. 

“Could you just hold me? I’ve missed you.”

“Of course, baby. I’ve missed you, too.” He swiftly kicks off his shoes before lying beside you. His arms settle on your back where they start drawing lazy circles.

Your own arms snake under his and around his waist, face burrowing into his shirt. The heat of his hands helps to soothe you a bit, but the pain is nowhere near fully eliminated. You two stay locked in this embrace for a good while – you breathing in the clean scent of his shirt, him breathing in the soft scent of your hair.

After some time, one of his hands leaves your back to fish his phone out of his pocket. He brings it behind your head to scroll through while his other hand continues to rub your back.

“Are you feeling any better?” He softly questions.

“Maybe a little, but not really.”

“Have you already taken some painkillers? The Internet says that’s a common remedy for symptoms like this.”

Oh, how sweet. He’s looking up methods to relieve period cramps.

“Yeah, I popped some a couple of hours ago. They didn’t seem to help, though.”

“What about a heating pad? Did you also try that?”

You hum and nod into his chest. “Also a bust.”

“What about an - ehm - an orgasm?”

You lift your head and pull away from his chest slightly, giving him a questioning brow.

“It… um, the Internet says that’s also a good solution,” he stammers. He brings his phone around to show you the screen.

You quickly look it over. Huh, you think, I did not know that.

You look back to his face, having a hint of a smirk on your lips. Your gaze briefly travels down his chest and arms which cocoon you in warmth. Licking your lips slightly, you draw your eyes back up to his.

You give a slight shake of your head. “I did not try that. While I was unbearably horny the entirety of your mission – and may still have some of those feelings currently – I’m not sure it’s worth the cleaning job that’ll follow. If you catch my drift.”

The thought of trying to remove period stains from your cream-colored upholstery or linens causes you to grimace.

“You sure? I mean, I don’t mind a little blood. I’m used to being covered in it,” he says with a playful smile.

You scrunch your nose further. “Don’t be gross,” you admonish.

“Really, I’m cool with it. We can put down a towel,” he teases.

“No way, nuh-uh. We are not using one of my fluffy, white, Egyptian-cotton towels for period sex.” You shake your head, frowning slightly. “Those were too big of a splurge to be relegated to such a dirty task.” You tuck your face back into his chest. “Thank you for the offer, but I’ll be okay… eventually. Just keep holding me for now, please?”

“Alright, sweetheart. Whatever you want.” He puts his phone back in his pocket before bringing both arms around to continue rubbing your back.

You spend several more minutes locked in each other’s arms – the stillness of the room relatively peaceful. That is, until Steve’s loudly grumbling stomach breaks the silence.

“Sorry,” he chuckles. “Didn’t get a chance to eat dinner since we landed.”

“You should eat something.”

“No, I’m fine. I want to be here with you.” His stomach growls again, louder this time.

“Steve,” you pull back from him, “go eat something. I’ll be okay, really. Take care of yourself and then you can take care of me.”

“You sure?”

“Positive.” You bring your arms around to his front and gently push on his chest. “Go.”

He gives you a small sigh and nods. “Okay. But I’ll be quick. Ten minutes, tops, and then I’m back to cuddling you.”

You smile as he stands and begins to make his way out of the room. “Alright, I’ll be waiting.”

He gives you a quick peck on your forehead before heading towards the communal kitchen.

With Steve’s body heat no longer warming you, your stomach starts clenching again. Maybe I should try the heating pad again, you think. Just until Steve returns. But no, that hadn’t helped much when you’d tried it earlier.

You think back to the list Steve had shown you on his phone. A ‘no’ to heating pads, painkillers, and – unfortunately – orgasms. You remember one of the options mentioned a warm bath. Well, your en suite doesn’t have a bathtub, but it does have a very spacious shower. Maybe if you get the water hot enough it’ll have the same effect.

With your mind made up to at least give it a try, you sit up on the couch – feeling an unpleasant gush as you rise. Eck, gross. Definitely gonna want a shower now.

You make your way to the bathroom and reach into the shower, cranking the heat on. Stripping off your clothes and disposing of your sanitary product, you wait for the room to steam. While you expect to be done before Steve returns – you’re not taking a cleansing shower per se, moreso a relaxing shower – you leave the bathroom door slightly ajar in case he comes back and wonders where you’ve gone to.

Once you decide the temperature is to your liking – something just a few degrees shy of scalding – you step under the water. Immediately, you let out a low sigh. Damn, this does feel pretty good. Maybe the Internet knows what it’s talking about sometimes.

You stand under the showerhead for a few minutes, feeling your ache begin to marginally subside. While your stomach still has some unpleasant clenching, the feeling is subdued. Yeah, this’ll work until Steve returns. You continue to sigh with contentment as the water cascades down your body.

You tilt your head downwards, watching a ruby river circle the drain. Eh... not quite the same as Hitchcock's chocolate syrup. But at least you don't have to worry about would-be murderers sneaking up on you here.

A loud, sudden knock against the shower door makes you yelp, spluttering out water you accidentally sucked up.

Steve pokes his head in from the far side away from the stream. An apologetic look graces his face. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare ya.”

You hadn’t noticed him enter the room – the normally transparent glass door now too foggy to see through.

“It’s fine.” You continue coughing a bit, trying to rid your lungs of the inhaled water. “I’m done in here, though. Just wanted to see if the warm water would help. Let me towel off and then we can go lie back down.”

As you turn around to shut the water off, Steve stops you.

“Wait, wait. Hold on a second.” He opens the door fully to reveal he’s also stripped bare.

Oh. You definitely hadn’t noticed that through the fogged glass. You lick your lips absentmindedly as you drag your eyes down his body.

“So, did it help?”

Huh? You shake your head to remove the brain fog clouding your mind. “Uh… w-what?”

“The warm water. Did it help? Do you feel better?”

“Um, yeah. Y-yeah, a bit. But it still hurts some.” Your eyes once again drift down his body, still standing outside the confines of the shower. “Why?”

“Well, I was thinking about what you said earlier. How after I took care of myself – getting something to eat, that is – I could then take care of you.” He finally steps into the shower with you, closing the door behind him. “While I had originally intended on snuggling with you again on the couch, once I saw you in here, I had a different idea.”

He steps closer to you. The water raining down overhead just barely grazes his chest.

“I thought about how the reason you turned down my earlier offer was because you’re worried about cleaning up any… mess. But now look around.” He gestures around to the white tile. “I don’t think it gets any easier than cleaning up in the shower.”

Oh. You hadn’t thought of that.

He takes another few steps until he’s standing only centimeters away. Slowly, he brings his hands upwards, trailing his fingers along your thighs, hips, arms.

Despite the muggy feeling in the air, Steve’s touch causes you to shudder – goosebumps rippling across your skin.

“So, is the water making you feel better? Or do you want to reconsider my offer?”

Your stomach clenches again. Only this time, it’s due to any entirely different reason.

He sneaks his arms around your waist, pulling your body flush against his. The water falls over the tops of your heads, drenching you both. You slide your hands up his arms, his shoulders, until you cup the sides of his face.

Brushing his lips against yours he whispers, “Will you let me take care of you?”

You give a gentle nod before pulling his lips down to yours.

His lips are firm, insistent, needy. Quickly, he spins you both away from the pelting stream. Your back presses against the far side of the shower. The ice-cold tile against your heated skin makes you gasp. Steve takes the opportunity to slip his tongue past your parted lips, deepening the kiss.

One of his legs pushes between your own, forcing them apart. Your eyes drift closed as you both stand there – your embrace heating up the already humid air.

One of his hands leaves your waist, coming back quickly to cup your sex. Your eyes pop open and your lips separate from his, a low moan drawing from the back of your throat.

He chuckles slightly as he plays with the slick that’s accumulated between your thighs. “You really did miss me, didn’t you?”

You pull him back into a fierce kiss, effectively shutting up his beautiful, snarky mouth.

His fingers dance over your bundle of nerves, swollen and throbbing with need. The delicate ministrations cause more moans to spill from your lips, only to be swallowed by Steve’s own wanting mouth.

Carefully, he slips one finger inside your waiting entrance and just as quickly follows it with another thick digit. His thumb continues to brush against your taut nub as his fingers slide in and out of you at a slow, steady pace.

Your sharp resulting gasp forces you to part from his lips once again. Your hands fall from his face onto his shoulders, fingertips tightly gripping the muscles. Steve’s unoccupied hand rises from your waist to grip your breast, thumb brushing over your hardened bud.

His head dips as he starts peppering your wet skin with kisses – along your jaw, neck, ear. His hands continue to rub, grope, pluck at your body – drawing out more and more wanton moans.

“That’s it, baby,” he breathes against you. “I’ve got you.”

“Steve, please,” you beg, the leisurely pace of his fingers driving you crazy. “More…. Faster.”

He adds a third finger and increases the speed of his intruding digits. Your low moans quickly shift to high-pitched whines. Your legs begin to quake ever so slightly, forcing you to wrap one arm around his shoulders to keep yourself upright.

The hand on your breast moves to rest against your lower back. Steve presses you more firmly against the tiled wall as he huddles your body.

Your breaths come out in harsh pants and brows scrunch together as you rapidly approach your sweet peak – euphoria just within arms’ reach.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” his whisper along your ear makes you shake. “I’m here, I’ve got you.”

With that, you hit your euphoric bliss. Eyes pinched shut, mouth propped open, fingers clawing at any skin you can grab hold of. Steve’s fingers continue working you through your rapture, their tempo gradually slowing until finally coming to a stop.

Through a half-lidded gaze, you spot his cocky smirk. He presses a brisk kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“Feeling better?” He sports a smug expression, fingers still filling you.

“Much.” You manage to force out, still breathless. “Thank you.”

“It’s no problem, darlin’. Told you I’d take care of you.”

You growl at the smug bastard, pulling him into a harsh kiss. “Would you just shut up and fuck me already?” You grit.

“Hey, no need to get snippy with me. I’m helping you out here,” he teases. But before you can retort, he extricates his fingers from you – making you wince slightly. He uses the arm around your back to spin you towards the shower door, pressing your breasts against the cool glass.

Your palms come up to rest flat on the barrier as Steve nudges your legs further apart. You turn your head to peek at him over your shoulder, meeting his hungry gaze. With one swift move he buries himself completely, causing both of you to groan.

Both his hands come up to rest beside yours on the glass. He stills for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his girth.

“God, I’ve missed you…. Missed this.” His breath is hot on the back of your neck. “Two weeks is too long without you.” His hands leave the glass to cup your breasts, rolling your hardened buds between his fingers.

You start to squirm in his hold. His body effectively cages you against the door while his movements are muted, minimal.

“Steve,” you whine, “please, I need you…. Need you to move.”

“Alright baby, no need to beg. I’ve still got you.” His hands drop to your waist, forming a strong grip on your curves. He starts with a gentle rocking of his hips before rapidly picking up the speed of his thrusts.

Still peering over your shoulder, you watch his expression morph. His chin is dropped – gaze focused on his length as it disappears in and out of your drenched opening. His furrowed brow and slightly parted lips suddenly relax as he throws his head back – eyes now closed, brows smoothed, jaw completely slack.

His hands continue to hold an iron grip on your waist. The sound of clapping flesh only just audible above the roaring showerhead still pouring down.

“Baby,” he pants, “I’m not gonna last long. I wanna feel you give me another.” One of his eyes opens to watch you nod and reach a hand down the front of your body.

He keeps up a relentless pace – hitting all the right spots – as you quickly circle your fingers over your most sensitive point. If the glass against your cheek wasn’t already fogged over, your harsh breaths would’ve surely done the job.

Feeling Steve’s thrusts begin to grow erratic, you know he’s close to finishing. Your fingers hasten their movements, wanting to reach that precipice and tumble over at the same time as him. You turn your cheek to press your forehead flat against the glass. The exquisite feeling behind you – within you – forcing your brows to scrunch.

With a few more well-mannered ruts of his hips and flicks of your wrist, you feel your core clench around him – your entire body trembling. Your hand darts out from in between your legs back up to the glass, scrambling for purchase, trying to stabilize yourself.

Your twitching walls trigger Steve’s own release, feeling him follow you in ecstasy. Mutual strings of curses and moans fall from both your lips. Neither of you knows where one starts and the other begins – bodies still locked together in a firm embrace.

After a few seconds... minutes... you’re not entirely sure how long, your heart descends from its frantic beating. Your breathing, likewise, returns to its normal pattern.

Steve leans forward to sweep soft kisses along your shoulder blades. His hands remain on your waist, though now with a softer hold – thumbs rubbing small circles into your back.

“Feeling all better now?” You can feel his smile against your skin.

Your palms drag down the glass until they come to rest limply by your sides. You nod, head still resting against the chilled door.

“Perfect,” you whisper. “Absolutely perfect.”

~~~~~

You wake sometime early the next morning. The sun is just over the horizon, casting shimmering rays across the cream bed sheets. You turn and reach over to the other side of the bed, finding...

Nothing. Just cold, empty sheets.

You pout. Steve must’ve gone out for his morning run already, likely doing laps around Sam. You’d hoped he would’ve stayed in bed a little longer, wanting to spend the morning with you after returning from his mission. Oh well, you think, he’ll be back soon enough. And, luckily, last night’s bathtime escapade seems to have left you relaxed and pain-free this morning.

Sighing happily, you sink back into the pillows – wanting to catch a bit more shut-eye before Steve returns. Unfortunately, a loud knock on your door swiftly dissolves that plan.

“Uuugh…. FRIDAY, who is it?” You grumble.

“It’s Sergeant Barnes, ma’am. Shall I grant him access to your room?”

Ugh, what does he need this early? “Yeah, FRI, let him in.”

You hear the door swing open, followed by heavy boots padding along the floor. “Mornin’ sleepyhead!” Bucky’s voice is entirely too jovial for this hour of the day.

“You need something, Buck? Or can I go back to sleep?” You ask without looking at him, face still buried in the pillows.

“Just stoppin’ by to grab my muscle salve Steve borrowed a few weeks ago. He said it’d be in the bathroom.”

You wave a dismissive hand in the general direction of the bathroom. “Go ham. I’m good right here.”

He chuckles, stepping towards your en suite. “Alright, thanks. I’ll be out of your hair in a second.”

You really hope it’ll only take a few seconds for him to scrounge around the cabinets and leave you to fall back asleep in peace.

“OH HOLY SHIT!”

Your head shoots up at Bucky’s exclamation. 

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

You jump out of the bed, scrambling to make your way to the bathroom. Oh God, what happened? Is he okay?

“Bucky, what’s wrong?” You ask, roughly rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“What the FUCK happened in here?!” He points towards the shower, your gaze following the direction of his gesture.

Along the normally pristine, squeaky-clean glass barrier rest several dried, rust-colored markings.

“Did you guys MURDER someone in here?! Jesus! Clean up after yourselves, would ya?” He quickly snatches a tube from inside the cabinet before storming out of your room entirely.

You walk closer to the shower to examine the markings better. After a few moments, you easily decipher what each shape is. 

A few are large handprints – Steve’s undoubtedly – with wide palms and thick digits. Others are more delicate – must be your own – with slender, gracile fingers. There are a few downward dragging lines where you must have run your palms along the glass; God, you don’t even remember doing that. And finally, what seems to be a pretty solid breast impression right smack-dab in the center of the door.

Huh. You must’ve pressed your chest into the glass after Steve played ‘bloody body-paint’.

Of course, none of this was intentional. You didn’t mean to leave the shower an absolute bloody nightmare. In your ecstasy-riddled brains after coming down from your respective highs, neither of you had noticed the crime scene you’d left plastered on the walls.

Oh well, you shrug. Steve can deal with it when he gets back from his run. It's too early and you’re too tired to scrub and hose down the shower right at this moment.

Besides, it was his idea in the first place. He’d convinced you that the best place to make a mess is in the shower.

That is, as long as you remember to clean up afterwards.

__________

A/N: So there we go! I'd love to know what you thought! I was considering titling this Crimson Prints, or Scarlet Palms, or maybe even Caught Red-Handed lol but eventually settled with the title as it is. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed!

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Daddy Cant Save You Now, Princess

Summary- 3.8k Robert (Mr.Softee x Y/N) Robert Pronge is a Hitman for hire, and his target, well it's you. He's supposed to kill you, dispose of the body, earn the payout. But he's got a better idea for you. Written for @jtargaryen18​ 30 Days of Chris challenge. 

Warnings- Triggers, abuse/torture, Non Con, Oral, Male Receiving, Erratic behaviours, launguage, Listen this whole thing is just dark and evil. He wasn't a good person, you will find nothing good in this fic. 

The man stood over your body, his foot giving your unconscious body a rather hard nudge against the ribs and nothing. He had knocked you out cold. Robert had no trouble weaseling his way into your apartment. His guise as a repairman worked, you so trusting and innocent opened the door to him. The sweetest smile on your face when he told you that your father sent him to repair the sink. You gave him a funny look as if you knew him before opening the door further to let him in. Silly little cunt. 

“Of course, I was just telling Daddy that it kept clogging up.” You would flash that soft pink smile of yours that made his cock twitch, and well fuck if it hadn't been a while. His son's whore of a mother had cut him off a while ago. And he didn't feel like shelling out the cash for a hooker. Especially one he had to 'restrain' himself with. Robert made the decision a couple days ago you wouldn't die. Bodies are always just disappearing all the time, would be easy enough to say you were cut up, disposed of all over the fucking place. Well... Wouldn't Daddy shell out a fortune for his little girl, the course would he give you back? Fuck no. You were his. Till your body was no longer satisfying. Or used up. 

“Yes, Daddy sent me.” Robert took on a menacing look, cold, killer, his hands itching to wrap around your sweet bird-like neck to feel how brittle you were. Normally it wasn't his style, but you sweetheart made him feel feral. You made it so easy, a rag from his pocket over your face when he locked you in his hold. Once you collapsed in your arms, he took a dragging breath of your hair, and shuddered while rubbing himself against your ass. You were gonna be fun.  

And now you were unconscious, for the time being. Robert got you dragged out, how fucking easy was that? Not really. Thankfully you had a fire escape out the back of your apartment, and with some maneuvering, he backed his Mr.Softee Ice Cream truck up to it. It was good and dark when he brought you down the escape, stuffing you in the back like someone might toss in a rug they were pissed off at. Your body thunked against the metal of the floor of the van, and he paid no mind to it. Minor, oh so minor for what he wanted to inflict on you. 

When you were waking up on a cement floor, you groaned. A weird taste in your mouth had you smacking your lips, and your tailbone was sore like you had fallen. “What is going on?” you question yourself, rubbing the back of your head as you twist to a sit. And you come face to face with the man who you let in your apartment, his face was literally inches away, you could have rubbed noses with him. Huge wire rim glasses frame his face, and his heavy hair hung around his face framing it. His breath hot and sour, you yelp and try to pull away, but he grabs a fistful of hair, twisting it viciously to keep you from being able to move. “Well look at the Princess, finally awake. Enjoy your beauty sleep Doll? Cause you look like fucking shit.” He laughed darkly, pulling himself to a stand, and dragging you up to, not very graciously, you swore you lost half your hair, making you cry. 

“Who are you? What do you want? Daddy will-" 

Robert's other hand popped you in the face, mimicking in a high pitched sweet voice. “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy. Come save me Daddy.” he sneered in a way you could have sworn the man had fangs, so deviously looking at you as you struggled, which did nothing to loosen his hold. “Oh please. Daddy ain't seeing you ever again Princess. So you might as well give that up. You're my little fuck toy now. Should have learned not to let people into your apartment.” He yanked on your head again, sending you sprawling forward onto a dirty mattress in the corner of the room. Your face planted in it, muffling a cry and making you inhale against the unimaginable dirty fabric. It was brown spotted with what you feared to be blood, and you rolled quickly to see him shucking clothes, talking to himself. 

“Break her in, yes sir. Ain't had my dick sucked in some time, but right now I want to see what she's got under that skirt of hers. Oh Mr.Softee, you've earned this.” And that's when it clicked, the ice cream truck across the street you visited the other day, standing in line till you got to the window, and out popped the driver's head, long hair resting just over his shoulder and huge sunglasses covering half his face. 

“Whaddya want sweet thing?” He grinned, his teeth slightly off yellow, like that of a smoker. It was slightly off-putting, but he seemed nice none the less. 

“Do you have any of those rocket pops?” You asked with some excitement, all this well it brought you back to Summers on the beach. Right down to the ice cream truck. The familiar logo on the side of the creemee with a face, arms, and legs. An oddball cartoon character of an ice cream cone. 

“Sure we do sweetheart, give me just a second.” And he disappeared, you played with your coins, feeling like it was taking a bit longer then it should, a line forming behind you when he came back to the window, the all familiar red, white, and blue ice looking extra cold, extra tasty on this hot day, licking your lips with expectation as you held up your change to him. 

“No no, a pretty thing like you, Nah. My freebie of the day.” He pulled down his sunglasses enough to wink at you, and a shiver ran up your spine as you gave a little wave while leaving. Was that the ice cream or the man that caused that.  

Robert smirked as you walked away, crossing the street with a sweet little away to your hips under your flowing skirt, the way you would bring that popsicle up to your lips to suck on the ice. Cursing with an appreciative groan thinking of those pretty pink lips sucking his cock in just the same way, the next person in line spoke up. “Are you giving away free ice cream today Mister?” 

Robert immediately snapped his eyes to the kid looking hopeful. “What? Fuck no, what the hell do I look like a charity? If you ain't got money, git outta here brat.”  

You blanched hearing him, and look wildly around the room, for any way out. Scrambling across the mattress and pulling yourself to a stand, you bolt to a steel door, grabbing at the meat locker style handle and yanking on it. There's a menacing laugh behind you, followed by snorts as you look over your shoulder to see Robert in just a pair of boxers descending on you. You bolt to the right, looking for windows. Maybe you can crawl out a window, and you balk at the wall when you see, all of them, boarded up except for ones ten plus feet up, letting in the morning light. “Where you going, Princess? My little sweet treat? Awww, you think you get to just say no to me? You get to leave? Your such a stupid little cunt bitch.” His voice taunting. You whipped around to face him, on your toes as you shifted towards another door, one that looked regular. He grinned when he saw your plan. 

“Do it, Princess, if you can get out that door, I will let you go.” He winked at her, this was the face of the devil, and you spit at him when he lunged, racing to the door, wrenching it open you fall into a closet-sized bathroom, screaming in fear and frustration when he now really does have you cornered, laughing shrilly as he yanks you out, and stuns you with a blow to the head. Not enough to make you pass out like before, but stunning you enough so when he yanked you into his chest, licking the side of your face like you were an ice cream cone, you didn't try to stop him. 

“Oh fucking hell Princess, that was good. GOOD. I love it when you bitches do that. Think I'm fucking stupid or something.” This time your heart is sinking and bile is rising in your stomach making you gag. Robert rolls his eyes as you stumble along. Your mind process all he's saying, what is going on. He's had other victims in here before, other women locked in this room. Where he's god and your nothing. This time you try tearing at his hand. “Let me go! LET ME GO!” Your screaming now as loud as he could, and he whips you around to face him, again your face gets it, hard enough to whip your face back and forth and he pinched your cheek in a hold, snarling at you. “Fucking keep it up, and I'm gonna shove something so far down your throat, your fucking little voice will break, Ya Hear Me? Disrespecting little cunt, probably the pussy won't even be worth this effort.” 

Shoving you down, he was just as quickly over the top of you, catching your hands and twisting you till you were on your stomach, screaming and calling him every name you could think of in the book. It wasn't many, you were proper good girl cause your daddy expected it, and Robert, will he found that fucking stupidly cute. His cute little dumb Princess. “Please! Daddy will pay anything you ask for, just give me back to him!” 

Robert leaned over you, your hands pinned at your back, and his knee shoved hard between your thighs to rub against your core. It hurt how hard he was pressing against you, crashing down on your back so dragging in the air was damn near impossible, pushing your face back into the mattress, he gave a fucking little giggle of delight, you shuddering when his hair dragged across your face you twisted to the side so you could breathe. “Daddy is gonna pay my employer. Everything he asks for, cause he's already got the news.” He ripped your panties off and hiked that skirt up over your ass. Robert pinched it with his free hand, making you arch to get away, but he yanked your hips back up for his access. “His little princess pride and joy is Dead. Killed and disposed of, never to be seen again. Gotta protect your sisters, right? Oh, he's coming up with the money right now to keep your other little snot-nosed brat siblings safe. Your fucking dad has more kids then fucking brain cells.” 

Tears fell, and fell and fell as he fucked you right there on that dirty mattress, taunting you the whole time, whipping you around, covering you in bruises and bite marks. They fell when he rolled away, satisfied he 'broke in his new toy' as he called you, and they fell as he got his coat and left you all alone with nothing more than a sore body, dirty mattress, and a single chair table set. This was now your life, your entire existence. 

The time he left you alone, you searched the entire room high and low. Trying to pry the boards off the windows that were close to the ground, but when you chipped away at one, heavy bars were blocking anyway out, and you looked, nothing but a desolate lot facing some train tracks. Which you studied for hours. Not a soul passed through, not a train whizzed by. You pulled back and looked around the room again, to find nothing but the giant steel door. Your only way to escape. You stomp over to it, and wrench on the handle, yank and tear at it till your nails are bloodied stubs of what they used to be. Your feet try kicking at it in frustration, crying out when your toes smash against it, and you fall in front of it, sobbing. 

A couple of days later he returns, a paper bag in his hand. He whistles as he comes in, shoving the door to lock behind him and looks at you sitting on the corner of the mattress, staring off at nothing, then snapping back at him. “You came back... I didn't think you would.” He snorted as if you were being ridiculous and rolled his eyes with an exaggeration. “Fucking drama queen much Princess? Course I'm coming back. Fucking stupid as you look.” He set the bag down, and you didn't dare move, dare approach him. He yanks out some bags of gas station chips, beef jerky, snack cakes, and a few bottles of water, dumping them on the table. As well as a bottle of soap. “I expect you to stay clean" He tossed the bottle at you that bounced on the mattress. “I ain't fucking no dirty whore. Did that enough with my son's mother.” 

He chortles as if amused and you kick the bottle away from you. “Fuck you.” That made him snap ramrod straight, peering over his glasses at you. “What. Did. You. Just. Say?” 

“You heard me perfectly clear, Fuck off you fucking dick.” 

“Oh your gonna wish you ain't never said that.” and before you could even try to get away, he straddled you onto the mattress, shoving your hands under his knees, he rolled forward to put all his weight into your wrists, making you cry out and screaming even louder. “I told you before, I like my bitches loud. Keep screaming, gives me a fucking hard on.” And he was right, staring you right in your face was a tent in his uniformed pants. wrenching your mouth to open with the use of pressure against your jaw, and using his teeth, he pried the bottle top off. 

“Think you can talk with a filthy mouth princess? Gotta clean out all that shit you be spewing with soap.” And he tipped that bottle, squeezing the blue soap to fall into your mouth, slipping to the back of your throat, and tossing the bottle aside, he used the heel of his hand to snap your jaw shut and covered your mouth and nose. “SWALLOW IT!” You start gagging underneath him, tears brimming and falling, heaving as if you were going to puke. Last second he released you, and you rolled spitting up the blue bubbles soap, already starting to get activated. 

Of course that wasn't the end of it, he taught you all sorts of things he enjoyed that night. Making you choke on his cock, making you gag and lungs burn like they couldn't breathe, waiting until you were starting to turn red and fought to pull off him to take that breath of air. “You ain't never sucked cock before? all bitches need to know how to handle dick in the mouth.” He shoved you back on him, and you were praying he would finish soon. Tearing you apart from the inside out, leaving you broken again. 

After he's sitting on the edge of the mattress, yanking on his pants and grunting as he got up, twisting to look at his back “aww shit, Princess you did mark me fucking up. Just blame it on a whore when the wife asks. Not that she fucking cares.” You try to move, but it just hurts, all of you hurts. He leans down and pops his hand against your cheek and you open your mouth to protest, him grasping your chin to keep your mouth open for a lewd kiss. “Mmmhh, you taste all squeaky clean. Too bad we know your not. See you soon Princess, foods on the table. Better make it last, might be a few days.” 

And with that he left, your second time with Robert was just as horrifying as the first. After several hours you nibbled on the cakes and sipped on the bottle of water, grimacing whenever you felt the soap taste in your mouth. You could feel yourself breaking just a bit more with each second passing. You tried to convince yourself that your Dad would save you, he just had to. But you knew deep down he would just take you as a lost cause. He still had your other siblings to worry about. 

Your life became routine. He would come for a night or a day, fuck you in all brutal manners, some times afterward he would shove you away from him when he was done, usually along the lines of “Get off me you filthy cunt. Don't you ever clean yourself up? Not even worth the effort fucking you good and proper anymore.” Other times he would have you lay your head on his chest, and he would be... kind and gentle. Talk about his latest hit with his partner Richard. It would make you grimace in horror how he described the use of the poisons when they would freeze the bodies, packing the ice cream he would sell to innocent little kids and there stupid dumb ass parents. Bodies kept the cones more solid he claimed. How you envied those people. They got to have a painless existence with him. Nothing more then shells gone from this world. 

You hated them more then you should, and you always felt guilty for it. 

The only other constant thing was the gas station food. You would give anything for a piece of fruit, a sandwich, anything that was real. Not beef jerky, and chips. He even limited the bottles of water when he caught you drinking the dirty tap out of desperation. That day when he was shoving shit on the table, he seemed to be fine, even pulling out a hair clipping kit and yanking the chair out to sit down. “Get over here, you any good with cutting hair? I need it shaved off, fucking all gone.” He plopped in the chair. “Come on Y/N, ain't got all fucking day.” Maybe, just maybe if you are good, you can ask him for a favor. You put on your sweetest smile, the one you knew he liked and approached him. Looking down in his lap, was a cocked pistol. He caught you looking at him. “You know, in case you decide to do some stupid shit.”  

You sheer off his matted hair, trim it up best you could with what he gave you, and underneath it all, there was not a bad looking man. You were taken aback at feeling that way looking at him, but you were. His hand came up to brush through the bristles, and yanked you in his lap, grinding you against his erect cock. “Good Girl Princess, look at you finally learning to not be a little brat and be good for once.” 

“Really Robert?” You bite your lip, and you see his eyes flashing at you, his hand hiking up your skirt and rubbing at your bare pussy, working to make you slick for him. It was distracting, but you wouldn't forget, couldn't forget, and he claimed you were a good girl after all. “would I fucking say it if I didn't mean it? Why do you say this stupid shit?”  

He kept fingering you, so far gentlest he's ever treated you and you contemplated waiting, but he was smart and sensed your hesitation. “You should probably just tell me, what the hell is it?” He twisted his wrist and hit that spot he once in a while would have you falling apart for him. “Oh...I... wondered if maybe, you could...” You panted and fisted your hands in his shirt. “would bring me an apple?” 

“Your kidding, you want a God damn apple?” Robert's lips curled up, and you knew you made a mistake. He wrenched his fingers out of you and shoved you off his lap to the floor, wincing as you tried to get away from his boots. He managed to plant one, right on your ass to send you skittering across the floor. “I work my ass off to keep you taken cared of up here, your daddy has given up on you. And you aren’t even fucking grateful! I bring you food and company.” He ripping into the bags, and you're crawling across the floor, clutching at his leg. “Please! No, I'm sorry Robert! I appreciate it, all of it!” 

“Too late, if I wasn't too tired I would do worst.” He spitting in everything, smooshing it all together and breaking it. “You can eat the soggy crumbs, remember who gives them to you when you eat my spit, Princess. All a cunt bitch like you deserves. Get on the mattress, face down ass up. All your fucking good for.” 

At this point you don't have any fight left in you, you do as he tells you, and as he's pounding you from behind, hand fisted in your hair to keep your head tipped back so he could lean over easier and spat in your face, he's having you tell him 'Thank you' over and over, how bad you were, how worthless you were, how loving and kind he was. He jizzed all over your back when he was finished. “Think about what you are worth to me Princess, cause one of these days I might not come back.” 

You just stare at him while laying on your side, watching him dress, nodding to him. “Yes Robert, I understand.” 

“Do you? Do you fucking understand?” He leaned over and spit in your face one last time to drive his point home before he grabbed his jacket. “Cause I don't have time for you to be a cunty bitch all the damn time. Somedays I'm tired. Tired of the attitude Princess.” He strides towards the door. “See you in a couple of days. If I feel like it.” 

A couple of days passed and you don't see him. You figure he must still be mad at you, and punishing you in another sick twisted way. More days pass and madness starts to set in. Another fear, was he serious this time? You pass your days prying off the wooden boards, praying someone will pass, but no one ever does. This is a warehouse, no one comes to look at warehouses, they are the eyesores of the city. 

More days pass, your food is gone, your resulting in drinking as much water as possible to keep your hunger pains from making you feel sicker than you already do. Panic, cold and sharp has started to set in. His thread rattling in your brain. Think about what you're worth to me Princess, cause of these days I might not come back. Had you pushed him that far? You cried while banging on that door, listening, praying someone would hear you. And each day there was nothing but silence. 

How much longer could you last?  

[chris-evans-indian-fanfic]

Finger Painting

One shot

This is for one of my most favourite writer's challenge! My one-shot entry for @jtargaryen18 writing challenge for her and Chris Evans' birthday month 😄

Description - It's been a month since the reader (Y/N) and Chris Evans have started dating. As the reader is plump around the stomach and the hips, she feels awkward having sex with Chris and so, has been putting it off. But what happens when Chris walks in on her "finger painting"?

Warning - Female masturbation, mentions of porn

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1 month, 4 days, 2 hours and 26 minutes ago, your dreams had come true. You had started dating Chris Evans! The two of you had met at an axe-throwing club, where you worked. Chris had failed to hit the axe on the wooden board, multiple times. After his first few futile attempts, his group of friends had started teasing him relentlessly, which had further made him anxious.

You had seen him fidgeting with his hands, his breaths shallow as he kept running his hands through his hair. You recognised the signs of anxiety when you saw them, being a victim of anxiety bouts yourself. That's enough, you had decided and taken it upon yourself to share some tips. Chris had followed your instructions and hit his mark, successfully silencing his friends.

After then, he had visited the club almost every week for 5 months. He often offered to buy you a cup of coffee "in exchange for sharing your wise axe-throwing wisdom" he had put it. Putting your anxiety at bay, you had finally given in.

You smiled remembering the coffee-date. It was a simple under $20 date but it had been full of priceless, magical moments. The warm coffee in your hands, soft and crunchy chocolate chip cookies, slow walk under the gorgeous yellow and orange autumn trees, and a lifetime worth of conversations to keep you both company.

After a few more of such simple dates, Chris had officially asked you to be his girlfriend. Still high from the magical date, you had agreed without a second thought.

What you didn't realise was that while dating Chris was a dream come true, it was also as if one of your worst nightmares had come alive.

You found yourself constantly wondering how can someone like him date someone like you?! While you were sure Chris was sculpted by Michelangelo himself, on the other hand, you knew that you were the inspiration for the Michelin tire mascot. And so, even after dating him for 1 month, 4 days, 2 hours and 45 minutes, you still couldn't muster the strength to get physical with him.

While Chris hadn't made any moves to get intimate with you, you knew time would come wherein you would have to either talk to him about it, or get naked in front of him. You didn't like either of those prospects.

Sighing, you laid down on your bed, feeling down after a long day at work. You needed to make yourself feel good. You needed a release.

As you prepared for your bath, you heard your mobile ring. "Hey baby," Chris' voice sounded cheerful on the other end of the call, "wanna watch a movie tonight?"

"Hey Chris, I am too tired. I think I will just go to bed."

"Awww. Are you going to sleep already? Did you eat?" he inquired.

"I was actually about to take a bath, then eat," you replied.

"You sound so stressed baby. Why don't you do some finger painting? I am sure that will make you feel better," Chris suggested.

You have no idea, you thought. "Yeah that's a good suggestion. I will do that."

"You should. I bet they are masterpieces," he said, subtly expressing his desire to view her finger paintings, again.

"Hehe yeah," you laughed awkwardly, "I got to go now. Will take to you tomorrow, 'kay?" you said, eager to cut the call.

"Mmm okay. Take care of yourself baby," said Chris.

Chris found it weird that you had never shown him any of your paintings. Plus, you also avoided the question or were quick to change the topic. With curiosity getting better of him, he decided to head for your place, picking up wine, flowers and chocolates along the way.

After the long bath, you laid on the bed. Legs parted, your left hand immediately went to your bare sex, foregoing all the formality with your breasts. Your right hand browsed through Chris' video interviews on your mobile phone. While porn had worked well for you earlier, it just wasn't good enough anymore. You didn't find those naked, muscular men attractive now.

Selecting your favourite video interview of Chris, you played it on your speaker. His deep and strong voice blared on the loudest volume, while his bearded face, and a tight tshirt hugging his muscles filled your smartphone screen. You were already getting wet, your fingers easily diving through your folds. Time to do some finger painting.

When Chris reached your apartment, he heard a muffled male voice through the door. He tried the broken doorbell and when you didn't answer his knocks, he used the spare key hidden under the welcome mat to enter.

At first, he was surprised to hear a male voice talking on the speaker. He thought maybe you were listening to a podcast. But there was something familiar about the voice...

After a moment, realisation struck! You were watching his interview! Aaawww which meant you were missing him. Good thing he came down to pamper you.

Wishing to surprise you, he sneaked around the living room and entered the kitchen, only to find it empty. Then he heard a small moan from your bedroom. He carefully entered through the ajar door and found one of the most sexiest sights in front of him.

You were sprawled on the bed, your back arched just the tiniest bit as you rapidly thrusted 2 fingers inside of you, with your other hand fondling your bundle of nerves. He raised his eyebrows and smirked, finally understanding the meaning behind finger painting.

He slowly started rubbing his growing erection as you neared your release. You ended your ministrations with an exclamation, your body hitting the mattress as relaxation flooded through you. A peaceful smile crept up on your face, as you felt your release seeping between your thighs.

You screamed with shock as 200 pounds of drop-dead-gorgeous landed on top of you. 2 twinkling eyes, filled with lust and a cocky smirk flashed above you. "Honey, if this is what you call finger painting, then I would love to dip my brush in your paints," Chris said right before he captured your lips with his.

That was it. All it took was a hungry, sexual and passionate kiss to drive away all of your doubts, your anxiety.

You almost laughed at the speed with which Chris disposed off his clothes, his hard and unyielding body merging together with your soft, plump frame, eliminating all the distance between you two.

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i hope you feel better soon ❤️❤️ what about a huge fight between you and ransom??

drabble about ransom being a pusi

ransom drysdale x reader

warnings: angst, lack of communication, drama bullshitery, me no likey proof reading

word count: around 1k

an: thank you @hnryycvll !! I feel much better now! Thanks for sending a request 💖✨ also hello wtf is wrong with me making long drabbles and calling them drabbles skkskska also! im tagging #30DaysOfChris2020 on this for @jtargaryen18 is dis allowed?

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You knew something was wrong when you walked into the house you shared with Ransom. The usually bright and cheerful aura that the house usually had was replaced with something that’s dark and gloomy. You thought that nobody was home because there was no Ransom greeting you like he usually would, may it be a kiss, a hug, or a full-on course meal. It doesn’t sound like him but that’s because he’s a totally different man when it comes to closed doors. Yeah, he’s not the type of person to talk about feelings or all that cheesy shit but he makes up for it with his actions.

After taking your coat and shoes off, you proceeded to walk towards the kitchen to get a glass of water after placing your purse on the counter. A few shuffling sounds from the living room caught your attention. You thought the house was empty but apparently not as Ransom was seating on one of the sofas, eyes skimming over a piece of paper with a frown.

You leaned on the doorway to watch him as you finished the glass of water. “Everything okay?” You give him a small smile as he looked at you, the hard look on his eyes disappearing a minuscule. “Yeah… Just a little family problem.” He lets out a sigh before gripping the paper and throwing it on the glass table in front of him.

“You wanna talk about it?” You knew he’s not one to talk but he seemed so bothered by whatever family problem it is. And frankly, you couldn’t bear to see him this way. “It’s a family problem, Y/N.” His harsh voice broke the silence and you had to ignore the pang you felt from his words. You weren’t married or anything but you were close to his parents, at least. Well, obviously he’s in a bad mood so you wouldn’t hold it against him. “Just… Leave me alone to think.” He grumbles under his breath before taking the paper and rereading it over and over as if the words would change if he would just read it for an nth time again. A loud sigh comes from him and you could see angry tears falling down his eyes only to be wiped harshly with the sleeves of his sweater.

You let out a sigh before walking cautiously towards him. “Y/N, please don’t. Leave me alone. I’m fine. Everything’s fine.” He holds a hand up towards you, preventing you from going nearer the sofa he’s on. You stopped in your tracks before watching his face, searching for any signs that he’s actually fine but there was none. “Ransom…” You took a slow step closer. “You don’t look fine. You know you can talk to me, right? I’m here for whatever it is you’re going through. Your problem is my problem too.” You gave him a smile that was hopefully supportive. All you really wanted to do was make him feel that he’s not alone and that he shouldn’t have to battle his every problem alone. You wanted to calm him down and prevent an angry Ransom.

You failed.

He crumpled the paper in his hands as he sharply turned his head towards you before glaring. “What part of ‘leave me alone’ don’t you fucking understand?” He raised his voice and you held a hand up in surrender before shaking your head. “I was just trying to help—” Your quiet voice was cut off by another round of screams from him. “What the hell can you do about my problem? Harlan fucking died and turns out, he fucking removed me from his will.”

Your eyes widened from his words. “Harlan died?” You met the man once or twice but knowing that he died reminded you how life really works. “Oh god. Ransom, I’m so sorry to hear that—” Yet again, your rambling got cut off by your angry boyfriend. “Don’t act like you care, okay?” He rolled his eyes at you before glaring back at the paper in his hands. “I do care, Ransom!” You said, silently pleading for him to believe you.

He scoffs before tossing you the crumpled paper, hitting your face, and falling towards your hands. “He didn’t leave anything for me. I get nothing and I’ll be too fucking poor to afford you.” You see his eyes flutter before turning to glare at the glass table. You looked at the paper before looking back at him with confusion. “Afford me? What are you talking about?” You asked, hoping to every god out there that he didn’t mean what you think he means. “It means that you’ll leave me once I no longer have the money to keep you.” He looks at you as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You blinked at him before shaking your head. “I’m going to pretend that you didn’t just say that because I know you’re upset. Ransom, losing someone is hard to believe. Let alone accept but you’ve got me. You’ve got your parents—” You were starting to think that it was cut Y/N off day. “Don’t make this harder than it already is, Y/N. Don’t get my hopes up, alright? I know when the moment things start to get rough because I can’t buy—” It was your turn to cut him off.

“Is that what you think of me? You think I’m with you for your money?” You did your best to sound unbothered but the crack in your voice was pretty evident. He turned to look at you with softer eyes before it went back to that glare. “Oh, there’s no way you’re going to make this about you.” He scoffs and made a move to stand up but stopped when you started raising your voice at him.

“This has always been about you, Ransom. Everything I do, I do for you! I bought this house for us so your family won’t be able to say something about you being an adult trust fund baby because I know how that makes you feel even if you won’t talk about it. Even if you won’t talk about anything. I work because I want to save up for our future.” Ransom’s eyes widened at the last sentence before you started mumbling. “Sue me for wanting to be there for you.” You looked at him with desperate eyes as you walked closed to grab his big hands gently. “Why can’t you just accept the help I’m offering you? Why can’t you just let me in?” You pulled his hands towards your lips before pressing a soft kiss on it.

He sighs heavily before shaking his head and lowering his head. “Just leave me alone, Y/N. I need space.” He tries to pull his hands away but your grip was tight. You watched as teardrops started falling down his eyelashes and staining his sweatpants. You groaned before lifting his chin up and caressing his face. “I can’t just stand here and do nothing when you’re clearly not fine, Ransom. Please don’t push me away.” You leaned down to kiss him but he turned his face to the side, making your hands fall from his face. “Just leave me alone, please.” He pleads before turning his attention towards you when you didn’t move. “I said leave me the fuck alone!” He screams in your face, making you flinch in the slightest.

You stepped back before pressing your lips together into a tight line. “Fine.” You started walking towards the kitchen to get your purse before walking towards the front door. You took your coat and started putting it on when Ransom appeared in front of you. “Pl—” He tried to say something but you beat him to it. “Just to make things clear… This is not me leaving you.” You walk towards him before poking a finger towards his chest. “This is you pushing me away.”

Ransom watched as you walked out the door but why did it feel like it wasn’t the only thing you were walking out on?

[ozarkthedog]

Dirty Game

Summary: You’ve made Andy late for an event. He doesn’t like it.

Pairing: Slight Dom!Andy Barber x Reader

Warning: Swearing, Dom/Sub Vibe, Daddy Kink

Word Count: 654

Author Note: My entry for @jtargaryen18​ 30 Days of Chris 2020

First time writing for Andy. Never watched “Defending Jacob”, sooo I’m not sure how accurate I am at writing him. TBH I got inspiration from this GIF and my mind ran with it. 

It’s been a while since I’ve written anything, so the fact that I wrote this is amazing lol

Part 2 ~ Dirty Game: Repercussion

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“Honey, we’ve got to go!” Andy shouts out from his place in the kitchen. It’s been over 20 minutes since you said you’d been ready to go and Andy has had enough. He grasps the cold marble counter top and huffs out his annoyance at your inability to be on time.

Gritting his teeth, he shoves away from the counter top making a beeline for the staircase. He had one booted foot planted on the staircase intent on finding you in whatever manner of dress and hauling you to the car just as you appeared at the top of the staircase.

You noticed his tense stance at the foot of the stairs and rolled your eyes, planting your hands on your hips, “I told you I was coming”.

His jaw clenched as he stared you down, “Get your ass down here. We’re going to be late.” His tone was strict and it made your pussy quiver. You figured you were already in trouble for making him late, so why not have some fun?

He gripped the bannister harshly when you didn’t move from your spot, dropping his tone to a deep rumble, “Little Girl, you really don’t want to play this game with me.”

You smiled at his words, bringing your hand down to rub at your pussy through your sundress, “Don’t I… Daddy?”

His eyes turned a darker shade of blue as he watched you play with yourself. He chuckled ominously as he turned to look at the front door and then back to you, his eyes bore into yours as his tone left no room for error, “You better be down these steps before I count to 3 or so help me... ”

You tugged at your bottom lip with your teeth, loving how riled up he was getting. His domineering ways always sent chills up your spine and made your pussy slicken profusely. You were afraid you’d have to change your panties before you left.

“3.”  

You stayed glued to your spot, pulling your dress up higher to expose your soaked panties.

Andy cleared his voice, trying to not show how you were getting under his skin and grunted out, “2.”

You moved your fingers under the thin material to find your pussy slick and wanting. You brought them up to your mouth, giving Andy a show as you sucked on them.

Shaking his head, he made his threat clear, “You’re playing a dirty game, Little Girl. You have no idea what you’ve started.”

A moan was all you replied with as you shut your eyes, savoring his fury.

“1.”

A gasp was all you could let out as he sped towards you. He was quicker than you had ever seen him, bolting up the stairs, 3 steps at a time as he wrapped one large hand around the back of your neck, the other ripping your sex stained hand from your mouth and keeping it locked it a tight grasp.

His eyes locked onto yours with a steady glare, “You’re going to be a Good Girl today.” His grip tightening around the base of your neck, “But don’t think for one minute that it’ll change the outcome of your punishment tonight.”

You let out a whimper. Realizing now how truly fucked you were, you let your eyes finally fall to his chest. You bottom lip trembling, “I’ll be good, Daddy. I swear.”

He smirked at your answer and bent down to kiss your forehead, “Come on. Let’s go.” The hand from your neck fell to your waist as he guided you down the stairs.

You halted momentarily, feeling your undies stick to your pussy in an uncomfortable way, you tried to reason with him, “But Daddy, I’ve ruined my panties. I need to change…”

He tutted at you as he kept pulling you down the stairs, “Too bad. You should’ve thought about that before you played your little game with me.”