#Steve Rogers

[st-alia-atreides]

CHRIS EVANS as STEVE ROGERS MARVEL STUDIOS' INFINITY SAGA (2008-2019)

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Getting patched up

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Natasha winking at you in a meeting

grey november au

-You were new to the building. Steve hired you to listen in on their meetings and take notes.

-After one of many arguments of who said what, Steve finally caved. He agreed to get someone who they vetted well to keep track.

-Now it was quite obvious you were younger than the old agents but it didn't stop the Russian spy from stealing glances at you.

-You'd be in the kitchen making coffee and turn around to the red-head inches away from you.

-Startled, you jump, nearly clashing into her. "Sorry dear, didn't mean to scare ya" she hummed, catching you in her arms.

-"O-oh, it's okay Miss Romanov, I really should be getting back to my work." You rush out of the room. Why was she everywhere you went? You could swear she was following you. But she won't do that...Would she?

-Later that day, Steve called an emergency meeting. Something about their enemies plotting a heist and they needed to stop that.

-You took your usual spot next to Steve, across from Natasha. You put your computer down on the table.

-"Alright, now that we have everyone.." Steve babbled on. You were just focused on typing. Documenting everything that was said.

-Steve stops talking for a second. You look up, Steve says "We will have Nat go in, she is the best lookin and our only chance at distracting the guard."

-You looked at Nat with doe eyes. Could Steve really do this? Why was Nat always the one who had to do their dirty work? Seducing the gross older men.

-Nat met your eyes and gave you a wink. Upon seeing your frown, she gives you a comforting smile. But you go back to your duty of typing.

-After the meeting is over, everyone has left. Well, except you and Nat. You were still typing but you're about done now. As you're getting up to leave, Nat grabs your arm.

-"Wait." She said, looking at you. You turn around, confused because Miss Romanov never makes you stay back. Did you do something wrong?

-Nat could sense your anxiety and sees you fidgeting nervously with your hoodie string. "Don't worry. You're not in trouble hun. Just wanted to make sure you're okay. You seemed upset in the meeting?" Nat question.

-You sighed "Miss Roman-" "Call me Natasha" the spy cut you off. "Natasha, it's wrong for them to treat you like this. Like- like you're just a pretty woman they can use to distract creepy men who can't keep it in their pants." You pouted, holding her hand.

-"Pretty? You think I'm pretty hm?" She teased. You were still frowning. She sighed, realizing this is what was bothering you before.

- "Okay, detka. I'll be honest with you. In this field of work, unfortunately most people will want you on missions just because youre a woman. I do lose a bunch of opportunities because of my gender but if I can help the planet then I think it's worth it." she says in a more serious tone.

-Softening her gaze when you ask her why she doesn't just quit. "It's not that simple, love." She sighed, wiping a stray tear that escaped your eye.

-You don't register you're crying until the older woman pulls you in. Embracing her warmth, she holds you close and strokes your hair. She closes her eyes, trying to remember this moment.

-That you are real and you care about her.

A/N: new possible au?? what we thinking? want more of this storyline?

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[littlemelanintales]

Aftercare

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Soft!Bucky, cock drunk reader, after care, no smut

Your face was still mashed into the mattress beneath you. Ringlets voiding your full vision with the taste of salty sweat creeping past your huffing lips. You felt kisses placed on your hot shoulder blades and the curls being swiped from your face.

Your eyes were unfocused but centered on the lightly breezy curtains,

"Speak for me."

"Mmm." Was all you could let out. Bucky got up from the bed and crossed the hardwood to the adjacent bathroom. You could hear the sink running and the medicine cabinet open then shut again. The loud padding of his weight crossing the floor filled the otherwise virtually silent room.

He squatted to your eye level, bringing the cool towel to gently wipe the night from your brow.

Your breathing relaxed further, drinking in the sparkle in his eyes and the gentleness he has with you.

"There she is he said softly.

"Sit pretty for me, Baby. Can you do that?" You nod and slowly started to sit up and turn yourself over. Small squeaks and groans escaped your lips as the buildup in your triceps tensed up. You leaned back against the headboard, taking a deep breath. He started to bring the duvet up but you declined,

“ ‘m hot." He smiled, leaning in and placing a kiss to your forehead. Bucky grabbed the 2 Tylenol and glass of water from the night stand. He lifted the cup to your lips and placed his cold, hard index finger under your chin to guide your head with the water. You took and swallowed the medicine before resting your head back. He placed the cool towel on your forehead before standing,

"That needs to be empty before you go to sleep." he said behind him as we went back to the bathroom. He re-entered with another cloth in hand. He sat beside you and ran his hand up the length of your leg. You twitched when he reached her inner thigh and he left out an breathy laugh.

He gently separated your legs, lightly lifting it and placing himself on his stomach between them.

He leaned in and softly left open mouthed kisses to the insides of both your thighs. He closed his eyes and sighed at the smell of you; sweet left over arousal and sweat. When he opened them he was eye to eye with your sticky, wet pussy. The sight of your juices and his cum secreting from your used hole left him in a trance.

"Ohhh, Baby. You did so well for me," your heart rate started to increase just slightly, "the best girl I could ever have. So needy. So obedient. Drink your water, honey.

You brought the cup to your lips and Bucky brought the new warm cloth up from his side. He started with a single swipe. You arched your back at the sensation the courses through you. You placed the cup down, mesmerized by him.

"You made me feel so good. Did I make you feel

good?"

"Yes, Daddy," you said as you smiled down at him and ran your fingers through his hair. His grip on your left thigh tightened just a little bit, his body unwillingly notifying you that his heart skipped a beat.

He finished cleaning you up and got up from the bed. He pulled the duvet over you without asking this time. Bucky lifted the cup one last time and you happily drank the rest of it contents. He threw the towels in the hamper, grabbing a shirt from the dresser in the process. He walked back over to you and let you settle into your pjs.

He walked to his side and climbed in, immediately pulling you as close as possible. He left kisses on the back of your neck while he whispered about how he wants to spend the next day.

"I love you, YIN."

"I love you too."

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STEGGY ANNIVERSARY MONTH week two — Steve 👱🏻‍♂️

CAPTAIN AMERICA: THE FIRST AVENGER (2011) —

dir. Joe Johnston.

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[wingheadshellhead]

Tony Stark & Steve Rogers in Avengers Assemble 1.26 The Final Showdown

[delicatebarness]

i think he knows | chapter five

Summary: It's game night.

Warnings: A few punches. Bucky's a wind-up. If you find any more, please let me know and I can add them.

Word Count: 1901

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A/N: I wanted this one to be the longest chapter yet, it didn't happen but I don't think it would have flowed if I added more.

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Friday approached quickly, and the anticipation and excitement of the game had reached further than just the football pitch. Every corner of the school was decorated and filled with cheering, almost every student had been consumed by school spirit. Your brother’s name echoed through the hallways, a testament to the weight resting on his shoulders.

Unlike the rest of the team, Steve’s ambitions extended beyond high school glory. This wasn’t just a game to him, it was the starting point for a brighter future. He had the means to defy the expectations set by the privileged upbringing you had. He knew one way or the other, he’d get into college. However, from a young age, he wanted to carve his legacy, independent from his family’s influence.

Tonight’s game wasn’t about winning or losing, it was about proving to himself that he is more than his privilege and family name. 

Outside, you navigated the bustling parking lot, the scent of freshly cut grass and the roaring cheering eloped your senses. Despite knowing that Bucky and his friends wouldn’t bother attending, their disdain was well-known for school events, you couldn’t shake the hope of catching a glimpse of his signature leather amidst the crowd.

You were about to dismiss your wishful thinking when you finally spotted it, a solitary leather jacket leaning against the chained fence toward the back of the parking lot. You bubbled with excitement, reaching the same level of hype as others around you. It was out of character for you on game nights. The urge to make your way over to him or offer a wave washed away at the realization that your parents were beside you. 

The thought of their questions, probing for answers you didn’t know yourself, brought you back down from the clouds. Which ironically, weren’t anywhere to be seen in the sky tonight. 

As you made your way toward the football field, you couldn’t help but wonder what could have awaited you beyond the watchful eyes and protective figures in your life.

~

At halftime, the scores were tied. The crowd buzzed with excitement around you, yet, you couldn’t help the feeling that this wasn’t where you were meant to be. An impulse came over you as you looked down towards the exit and then back at your friends sitting behind you. 

“I’ll be right back, cover for me, please,” you pleaded to them, not taking a moment to explain. They both nodded, already knowing what you were planning. Slipping through the crowd down to the exit, you took a deep breath before stepping out. 

And there, just as you had expected, Bucky stood at the edge of the parking lot, leaning against his motorbike, cigarette dangling between his fingers. His eye lit up when he spotted you walking toward him, a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. 

“Fancy seeing you here, Sunshine.” You couldn’t help but smile back at him, the tension of the game, and family expectations faded away in seconds. He took the helmet hanging from the handlebar and handed it to you. Accepting the helmet, you fastened it securely under your chin.

“I need to be back before the game finishes,” you reminded him urgently. With a reassuring smile, he extended a hand to help you onto the back of the bike. You settled into position, wrapping your arms around his torso and resting your protected head against his back. The engine roared to life beneath you, you felt lighter the second he took off.

~

When the engine of the bike stopped, you realized that Bucky had brought you to The Overlook. Perched on top of a rugged cliffside, it offered a view of the whole town. It was illuminated by the glow of streetlights. Moments like this made you thankful that your hometown mostly got clear nights and not too much light pollution to stop the flicker of stars. 

Standing side by side, the cool air swirled around you as you silently appreciated the view.

“Why do you call me ‘Sunshine’?” you asked breaking the silence, curiosity lacing your voice as you gazed up at Bucky, he was the only person to call you by the endearing nickname. You had been wondering since that first time, why?

A faint smile played on his lips as he considered how to answer your questions. “You remind me of that song” he explained before clearing his throat and began singing softly but slightly out of key. “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,” As the familiar lyrics filled the quiet small-town air, he pulled you closer by the waist into a slow dance that seemed to stop time and space itself. “You make me happy when skies are gray.” he continued, you melted into his embrace, swaying as the world faded behind you.

As the song came to an end, your head rested on his chest and his chin came down to rest on top of your head. You lingered in each other’s arms for a moment longer. Neither of you wanted to be the first to pull away. It was the most intimate moment of your life. It gave you a glimmer of hope. 

For a second, you lifted your head meeting his gaze. A silent question lingered in his eyes as they moved from yours to your lips and back. With a soft nod, you gave him permission to close the gap between you, close the distance, and be the closest you have ever been to anyone. 

Gently, he cupped your cheek, his fingers trailed over your skin as he leaned down and into you. Time stood still as his lips hovered over yours, you could only hear both your hearts beating. 

In a moment, his lips met yours. A symphony of emotions crashed over you. It was filled with longing and desire as if you both had waited your entire lives for this moment. His grip on your waist tightened as the hand on your cheek moved into your hair, pulling you closer to him before you both came up for air. You both gazed into the other's eyes as you caught your breath. 

“I don’t want to take you back,” he sighed.

~

You spotted your family and friends in the sea of supporters located on the bleachers as you made your way back to your seat. You waved at them as you approached. Thankfully, your dad was too invested in the game to notice your presence. Your mom, on the other hand, gave you a look you had never seen before from her. It was a mixture of confusion and understanding. 

During a crucial moment in the fourth quarter, your school was up by a single point. Everything seemed to have gone well until movement caught your eye at the edge of the field. Bucky. Oh no. 

His gaze locked onto yours, your breath hitched as you wondered why he would choose now to come inside. You blinked breaking your gaze, looking out at the field you noticed Steve’s concentration had wavered. His eyes were locked on Bucky. It was as if his presence alone had the strength to throw Steve off his game. 

You watched in dismay as the other school, dressed in black and red with an octopus school mascot, seized the opportunity that gained them ground and threatened to score. Refocusing, Steve turned his attention back to the game. It was too late, the damage had been done. They were losing time and now points. The last few minutes of the game ticked, and the tension on the field and the bleachers grew. 

With seconds on the clock, Steve led the team, desperately pushing to regain control of the game. The crowd fell quiet. “Come on, Stevie,” you whispered under your breath.

The final whistle blew, and the crowd erupted into cheers and applause. They did it, The Brooklyn Knights had done it. They won. Players rushed onto the field, cheering and celebrating with each other. You watched as Steve broke away from the celebration running the opposite way, in Bucky’s direction.

You rushed down to the edge of the field, following the direction of your brother. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and dread crept with every step you took. As you turned into the hallway they had reached, you saw Steve striding purposefully towards the waiting smirk of Bucky Barnes. 

Without a word, Steve’s fist swung up with force striking a blow to Bucky’s cheek. He stumbled back slightly but his smirk remained in place. “I warned you,” Steve spat, his voice filled with rage.

“That all you got, Rogers?” Bucky taunted your brother, tone laced with arrogance. Another blow, except this time to his stomach. 

“Stop!” your voice cutting through the tension as you thrust yourself between the two. Ignoring the way your heart was pounding, you stood staring up at your brother. “Please,” your voice was barely a whisper as you pleaded. 

“Home. Now,” All three of your heads snapped toward the voice. Your dad. He’d been close behind you after you ignored his calls previously. Behind him stood your mom, Wanda, and Peter. He marched over pushing Steve away from you and Bucky slightly. You watched in disbelief as they walked toward the parking lot. You turned to look over Bucky’s injuries, “Now!” your dad's demand echoed through the hallway. You whispered apologies to Bucky as you began to follow your family.

Your eyes locked with Wanda’s, gesturing toward Bucky, you silently asked her to ensure he was okay. Her eyes filled with empathy as she nodded, making a promise to you.

~

“He’s using you!” Steve’s voice echoed up the stairs, yelling as he followed you into your bedroom. Desperate to escape the confrontation, you tried to slam your door shut, but his hand shot out stopping it. 

“No, he isn’t.” you protested, your voice began to tremble as you fought back tears. The worst scenario playing out in your mind. The biggest question that you feared the answer to. Was Bucky using you? 

“He’s playing you, Y/N! You don’t know him like I do, you don’t know his so-called friends,” His words felt like they were cutting into you like tiny paper cuts. His voice filled with bitterness and frustration. His eyes were boring into you, he needed you to understand.

“I don’t want to hear it!” you raised your voice back at him, attempting to drown out his accusations.

He was relentless, filled with anger and sorrow as he continued to unveil the true reasons why he worried about you being around Bucky, why he didn’t trust him. “They pick a victim, like you, and they place bets on how far they can push you, how long it takes, where it happens. They lure you in and make you feel safe and special. Then, they take advantage of you,” he took a pause, catching his breath before continuing with a sigh. “And after, they just discard you like you never mattered.”

“Steven!” Your dad’s voice boomed from the doorway, Steve’s body had been shielding you away from the fury in his eyes as he listened to his son recount this sort of behavior. Particularly, in the context of his daughter’s vulnerability. “I think that’s enough.” 

The ground felt like it was crumbling around you. Any moment now it would have swallowed you whole. Was it true?

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@steggyfanevents | STEGGY MONTH CELEBRATION 24’ week 3, day 1: the road to endgame - a steggy walking post

[mysweetsong]

Do you guys ever think that Steve Rogers forgets that he’s in his post serum body?

Like he went from being a 90 pound 5’2 asthmatic, to 6’2 240 pounds and has the body of a God. Why does nobody ever talk about the body dysmorphia he must’ve had. Like the absolute shift in just the way he had to do things. There has at least had to be a few times where he has looked in the mirror and actually scared himself because he forgot what he looked like.

Like this is probably the most untapped potential ever

[rosequart-z]

[shieldmaiden19]

Did Marvel execs seriously think we would watch a movie with a running theme of who Steve would get together with, a movie that includes the line, “It’s not like there’s someone out there with similar life experience,” and NOT go absolutely feral for Steve/Bucky? Did they seriously?

[littlemelanintales]

Just One More

WARNING: Overstimulation, crying reader, language, fingering

“No, no, no, no!”

There you are, 4 orgasms in and writhing wildly in Bucky’s arms as he continues to rub circles around your clit. You’re trembling with tears streaming down your face while you desperately try to get away from the torturous manipulation of his hands. All he could do was smile as he keeps the cold, heavy metal of his left arm tight around you middle.

He kept pulling you back into his chest when you couldn’t help but buck your hips and gasps for breath, “Bucky… please… no more, I can’t-”. He puts two fingers in your abused opening,

“Yes, you can,” he says sternly, mouth pressed to your ear. The bass in his voice vibrates the wires in your brain. He’s all you crave.

He lets out a deep breath when he slides a third finger into your hole. You were helpless and at his mercy. Your hands are trapped behind your back, between your torsos with a red Christmas ribbon he found. Your legs were trapped between his so when you tried to close them, he just had to spread his wider. There was absolutely nothing you could do to stop him from playing with your sensitive pussy.

“Ohhh, I’m not done yet, Baby. Not yet.” He pulled his fingers out and went back to the same speed on your clit.

“Oh my god, Sir… fuck, please, don’t stop,” you moan loudly, trashing in his grip when the tight coil in your abdomen comes undone. Wave after wave of pleasure crashing through you. You’re full on sobbing in blissful agony before going tractable in his arms. All your body could do was tremble from head to toe when he pressed his nose into your slick neck and finally slips his fingers out of you. He loosens his hold on your torso, allowing your legs to close a bit to give you a well deserved moment. You go to close them more when he cups his hand possessively around your pussy. He’s still not done.

You start to cry again; the combination of the tears and your whining making you sound so pathetic and helpless. He just eats it up.

“Noooo… Bucky, please, no more… stop, I- I can’t… please, no…”

“Shhh. You’re doing so well for me,” he says, pressing his lips against your temple. “What do you say to get me to stop?”

He laid a light tap to your swollen petals, “tell, y/n. Stay with me.”

“Brooklyn,” you said in the faintest whisper.

“Why?”

“It’s where we met…FUCK!”

He doesn’t wait another moment before slipping two fingers back inside your sopping pussy, making you cry out when they graze your ultra sensitive walls.

“James-FUCKKK!,” You drag out as you sit your head up to watch his attack on you,

“You want me to stop? Say it and I’ll stop.” He knew you wouldn’t and he reveled at the fact that he had complete control over you. The fact that he didn’t reprimand you for using his legal name meant that he was having way too much fun in this torture session to even care.

“No! Please don’t stop…” His fingers reached the spot that undoes it all and your eyes roll back as you place your head back on him, completely quiet.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Bucky watches, mesmerized that it’s him who’s making you cum like this.

You whimper in his arms, gulping in large breaths that pass right by his ear from where my head is resting on his shoulder. Your entire body is trembling. Your sweaty skin sliding along his own when you try to wiggle away from his touch.

You stay like that for a moment before he presses another kiss to your temple. By this time, your eyes are closed and you’re starting to come down. Your breathing stables until you feel a heavy, icy sensation start to travel back to your overused cunt.

“You’ve been such a good girl for me. I know you can give me another, Baby.”

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[romanestuffsposts]

Hi♡♡♡

I was wondering if you might could do one were little!reader gets big Girls tingels for the first time(yk shes horny) and she dosent know what to do so she just sits down and cryes so bucky and Steve is really confused but when she tells Them and then they take her to the bed and helps her out?

Btw i love your posts soooooooo much ♡♡♡♡♡

Hi there love! 💜

Ohhh thank you so much you’re so sweet!! 🥹🥹🥹

Of course i can write that for you angel, I’m sorry it was long but i hope you like it 🩷

Lots of love babeeee 🎀☀️

Ohh and I wrote the fic and when I went back to see if it was like you asked I realised I hadn’t writing the reader crying but I made something else in stead. I hope it’s ok tho!! ^^

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Warnings : little reader is horny, sex play (no penetration), fingering, kisses, pet names, dirty talk, consent, dirty words (like private part word, you know)

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : you got some big girl tingles and didn’t know what to do, that until your daddies came in the game

A/N : Please no hate on the writing or the request, i know those kind of posts aren’t for everyone and i respect it so please respect that some of you need and/or want to read something like that sometime. if it’s not for you keep scrolling until you find the thing you need 🫶🏻

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There’s a lot of things that you can understand even when you’re feeling little. You’re smart, you know how the world works and you know how to handle your surroundings. You had been through many things while being little that you lived during your big girl time, but not everything..

You woke up this morning with a weird sensation, you thought you only needed to pee like every mornings but the sensation wouldn’t go away. It would get low from time to time but it comes back quickly, taking you by surprise. You didn’t know what to do but you were scared to tell it to your Daddies. ^

You know them and even tho you love them like no one you can’t deny that they get worried way too quickly and you don’t want to go to the hospital just because of that. So you keep it to yourself and go along with your day.

It was almost dinner time, you were sitting on the floor, playing with your dolls when the sensation hit harder. You grimace and shift a little. It really start to get uncomfortable because it won’t go away and it’s there since this morning. It start to get too much for you.

You change your position and put your heel against your pussy instinctively. You start moving your hips slowly and that immediately make you close your eyes.

The sensation is now different, better if you can say. Better now that it’s taken care of. You don’t know how it’s working but it feels good, really really good.

Your head fall backward, your mouth slowly open to let out the breath you were holding.

Your Papa stop in the doorway and were about to knock on the open door to introduce himself when he sees you moving against your heel. He retracts his hand and crosses his arms, his eyes watching you closely.

‘’Damn it princess, you could’ve called us’’ he says tilting his head, his tongue lightly moving across his lips.

You open your eyes and look to the side. The view you have in front of you make the sensation higher, your Papa is in his gym clothes and you always loved when he wore those kind of clothes.

You moan from need with a frustrated face as your eyes never leave his.

‘’You know the rules, my love. Ask for it’’ he says with a strong and hard voice, his smirk hidden behind his merciless voice.

You groan in frustration and just as you were opening your pretty mouth, your Daddy appear in your gaze ‘’what’s happening ? I’m waiting for you to eat’’ he asks looking at Steve.

A few tears leave your eyes as you watch them ‘’pease’’ your quiet voice speaks your thoughts. Your Daddy’s head turns toward you and frown when he sees yous sitting on the ground, tears on your cheeks. He goes to walk to you when your Papa grabs his arm and bring him back next to him

‘’Ask, baby, what do you want us to do ?’’ Your Papa asks ‘’it has to come from you, not from us’’

You look down at your foot pressing against your covered pussy, needy and helpless, just like your Daddies love to see you. You look back up at them and ask ‘’pease, need you’’ you mumble.

‘’You need for what ?’’ Your Daddy asks ‘’do you need us to take care of you ? You need us to help you with that ?’’ He asks nodding at your heels.

You nod your head and wait. They’re watching you, just like you’re watching them, you don’t know if they’re gonna come or leave and that alone scare you a bit- which make you even more sensitive now.

They’re sharing a look before stepping toward you. Your Daddy lifts you up and you immediately let out a cry at the lost of the contact of your foot against your needy pussy. He lies you down on your soft bed and crawl above you ‘’get comfy babygirl, you’ll have the most amazing time in the world’’

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You gasp and close your eyes, your lips immediately go back in between your teeth ‘’you like my finger, my love ?’’ Your Papa smiles as he watches every little things you’re doing because of what he’s doing. You nod your head and moan, his finger strokes the wet folds of your liquid pussy.

‘’what do you prefer ? His finger, or my tongue ?’’ Your Daddy asks with a smirk. You look at him and harsh your back when your Papa’s finger hit a sensitive spot inside of you. You moan and close your eyes ‘’b-both’’ you breath out.

‘’Both ?’’ Your Daddy chuckles. ‘’Our baby is requesting’’ your Papa adds with a sexy laugh coming out of his throat.

‘’Tell me little one,’’ your Daddy starts, ‘’you prefer when both of us are inside of you ? My tongue and his finger ? Or separately ?’’

‘’I-I-I don’t kn-now’’ you mutter as your Papa’s finger keep making you see stars.

He chuckles and kisses your forehead ‘’you’re doing good, babydoll’’ he smiles as he strokes your hair ‘’you still feel good with all of that ?’’

You whine as your Papa is about to make you cum and nod your head ‘’g-good’’ you breath out ‘’so s-so good-d’’

‘‘Come on, sweetie. Show to Papa and Daddy how good we’re making you feel’’

Your Daddy lower his hand on your naked belly with soft strokes and stops right on your pelvis. He starts to stroke that part deeper making your orgasm come faster.

And seconds later, you’re wetting the new mattress like the good girl you are

‘’Waaa look at that’’ your Papa says with a smile, proud that he’s one of the two that made you make this. Your Daddy chuckles and leaves the room to go get something to clean you up.

‘’Here, beautiful’’ he says as he comes back ‘’I’ll clean you so I’ll press something cold on your private part, is that okay with you ?’’

You nod your head as you watch your Papa coming toward your head. He installs himself behind you and rests you against him, his hands giving you soft tickles along your arms and hair to calm you and reassure you.

While your Daddy cleans you up you close your eyes. You think about everything that you lived with them, the good moments, the moments of laughters, the cooking moments, everything. And you realise how lucky you are, how lucky you are that they respect you and understand you like that, without any judgements.

‘’What are you thinking about, huh ?’’ Your Daddy smirks as he spiders his fingers on your belly. You bring your knees to your chin with a laugh of surprise making him smile more. He lets out a chuckle and grabs your bare feet who are right under his nose ‘’how about we go downstairs to drink something and top eat whatever we want’’

You smile brightly and nod your head, excited ‘’alright let’s go then’’ He jumps out of the bed and grabs you with him. He puts you above his shoulder, your belly against it and run downstairs making you laughing out loud. Your Papa chuckles and shakes his head, he grabs clothes for you since your Daddy left like a thief with you almost naked on top of him, and goes downstairs.