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2 - broken bones and broken hearts

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Series summary; There was only one rule between best friends. Don’t have sex. But what happens when you break it anyway?

Chapter summary: The morning after. It can’t be that bad, right?

Pairing: Boxer Steve Rogers x reader

The first thing Steve noticed while waking up was the awful headache. He should’ve drink so much. Why did he even do it? Yes, he won the title but he never drank this much. Especially not tequila. It always made him do stupid things…the last time he drank tequila he-he shuddered at the memories. Or more at the stories his friends had told him.

A warm body laid close to his chest. Steve wasn’t even surprised that he had left the bar with a woman. Gently caressing her side Steve thought for a moment. The bar, the touching, the-oh god.

Oh god.

He wasn’t sleeping in just some woman’s bed.

Opening his eyes in shock he looked at the back of your head, slowly letting go of your sleeping form. He didn’t need to look under the covers to know what had happened-but he did it anyway, maybe you two hadn’t actually slept together you just…cuddled…or something. But even he doubts that. He could already feel he was naked and so were you.

As expected when Steve lifted the blanket you were both naked.

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fucking fuck.

Slowly sliding away from you he felt his breath hitch when you stirred in your sleep, mumbling something in your sleep. He’d love to just stay there. Lay next to you and wait till you’d wake up-but he wasn’t allowed to do that. He wasn’t your boyfriend. He was just…what exactly was he? A hook up? Is that all you wanted?

He felt his throat tighten. His heart probably skipped a beat. Maybe more.

Maybe it just stopped completely. It sure felt like that…or like it was breaking. Would you really throw the whole friendship away just because of needing someone to sleep with? And the kiss during the game? Did it even matter to you?

Feeling tears fill his eyes he quickly stood up, looking for his phone.

Or his clothes.

Wtf.

Where did he leave his clothes? Or his phone?

Leaving the bedroom his gaze fell to the clothes on the floor, couch and even under the console table. “Fuck”, he mumbled under his breath, finally finding his boxershorts and putting them on. He grabbed his jeans and walked to the bathroom, where he knew you wouldn’t be able to hear him-or at least not loud enough to wake you up.

He felt helpless.

And totally stupid.

“Buck, I messed up”, were his first words when he heard Bucky pick up the phone, the only person he could think could help him now. >Good morning to you, too<, grumbled the clearly just woken up man.

“It’s no time for that-Buck, please. I mean it. I messed up-like, really badly”, he whined, rubbing his hand over his face, sighing. If he had to be honest with himself he didn’t know if he should be calling Bucky. What if he was overreacting? Maybe he just should’ve waited for you to wake up first. >What did you do Steve? Is it because of yesterday? We all noticed you two were a bit more touchy than usual.< Bucky had definitely a smirk on his face.

Steve sighed. “We slept together.” That’s all he said.

There was silence for a moment, only some rustling of the blankets on the other side. He imagined Bucky sitting up, probably processing everything. >Pal, that’s great. Come on, you deserve to be together after all that pining-It should’ve happened a lifetime ago-< “-No Buck you don’t get it…” He sat down on the closed lid of the toilet, frustrated. >Do you regret it?<

“no…I mean yes-but it was a mistake. It shouldn’t have happened like that. We were drunk. It shouldn’t happen drunk…especially not our first time together”, he stood up, looking at his reflection in the mirror. Holy shit.

His face turns what he’d call an ungodly shade of red. Not only his face, the blush rose along his chest to the tip of his ears. His gaze fell to the many hickeys and scratches along his chest, stomach, shoulders-after turning around also his back. Fuck.

This looked bad. Well, not really…bad…but…

He actually liked it. Some primitive part of his brain was very pleased. You marked him as yours. You made sure everyone would know he belonged to you…only…he didn’t.

It was probably just a one time thing. It probably didn’t mean anything to you.

>Steve just…just talk to her. I’m pretty sure it’ll all work out. You two are a great match<, said the man on the other side of the line, yawning. Steve hear another voice in the background, not being able to tell who it belonged to. >stevie, go get your girl and talk to her< Steve opened his mouth to answer but Bucky beat him to it. >and don’t say anything stupid. Just be honest and don’t make it complicated. You are a people pleaser and always try to say what they want to hear-you just need to tell her the truth. That you love her<

The blond sighed. Bucky was right.

“Thanks, I’m maybe…overreacting.”

They talked for a few minutes, before Steve finally decided to leave the bathroom wanting to check if you were still sleeping. If that would be the case, maybe he could make you some breakfast? That was a good idea.

But you weren’t in your bed anymore. Instead you were picking up the rest of your and Steve’s clothes from the living room.

Steve smiled slightly nervously. “Good morning”, he said slightly breathless, especially after seeing the hickeys decorating your skin, especially your neck. Your head whipped so quickly to him, he feared you hurt yourself. “Oh-Steve, yeah Hi”, you mumbled, feeling your blood rush to your cheeks, while you tried to look away from him. He was wearing his jeans. Only his jeans.

His muscular chest was on full display, beautiful as always. The hickeys you had left behind made him look even better. You wished you could just admire your work. But you couldn't. He wasn’t yours to admire, to love…

There was silence for a moment.

“Steve-“ “I think-” You talked at the same time both looking up for a moment. “You first”, you mumbled not wanting to embarrass yourself confessing your feelings while he probably just wants to tell you it was a mistake. Because that’s what he thought. You heard it.

He bit his bottom lip. “About yesterday…I think-I mean-we were drunk”, he started, not really sure how to actually start this conversation. How could he know what to say? Was he supposed to tell you he loved you?

But this was such bad timing.

All of this happened so…unplanned.

Maybe you regretted it actually and he’d make a fool out of himself confessing his feelings.

He watched your face for a moment, trying to find anything in your expression that would give away how you felt about this whole situation. You seemed nervous. Really, really nervous. Unsure. You were unsure. God, you definitely regretted it. Of course you regretted it. He was just your best friend-you weren’t supposed to sleep together. He felt stupid. How could he even hope you’d love him?

He didn’t want to lose you as a friend. He couldn’t destroy this beautiful friendship-even though it would probably be hard for the next few days or weeks.

Steve didn’t know what to say.

So he said the worst thing possible.

"I'm sorry we slept together, but you're cool with it right? It doesn’t need to make anything weird”, he tried to say hurriedly. He swallowed, feeling his throat tighten. God, he suddenly felt so thirsty. His mouth felt dry. “I mean... it doesn't have to mean anything. If that’s what you’d prefer-“, Steve rambled.

You didn’t listen to anything else he was saying, just shaking your head lightly and putting on a fake smile. “It’s okay Steve. Let’s just-not talk about it. Like you said, it was the alcohol.”

You both knew you two hadn’t been too drunk to regret yesterday's decisions.

And you both didn’t regret it.

You just wanted to make the other happy by lying, hoping nothing would change or destroy the friendship.

Steve exhaled loudly, not even being aware he had been holding his breath. “Okay, then…-that’s great. It’s…all great. Do you think we could do i-“ before he could finish his question an urgent knock made you nearly jump out of your skin.

For a moment you were quiet, even Steve quickly shut his mouth, looking back at you with wide eyes.

Why did he seem so surprised? It’s not like it was the first time he had slept over or someone visited you while he was here-but-oh, yeah, it was because you had sex. And now Steve didn’t want to be seen here half naked.

“I know you’re home, open the door”, Natasha knocked again, stopping then and probably looking for the spare key.

You grabbed Steve’s arm, pushing him back into the bedroom. Without a word you closed the door behind him. “I’m coming Nat-just-yhm-I was taking a shower”, you lied, patting over to the door and opening it.

Meanwhile Steve just stared at the door you had closed right into his face. Just like that.

Like he was supposed to hide.

Like you wanted to hide him.

Well, fuck. He felt even worse than just a hook-up. He felt like…he couldn’t even find the words for how he felt.

He sat down on your bed. On the bed he had slept many nights, quite often with you in his arms. Just as friends. Great. And now you had fucked just as friends. Why did he let that happen? Why did you let that happen? God, why was everything so complicated?

(It wouldn’t be this complicated if people would communicate, but well…)

After letting Natasha in you both sat down on the sofa, leaning back, trying to look relaxed. Of course Natasha noticed you were nervous, especially after you started playing with your fingers. A habit you only did when something was wrong or when you were stressed out.

“Is everything okay? You look…nervous”, Natasha said smirking, letting her gaze slide over your appearance pausing at your neck for a bit longer than necessary. You couldn’t stop your hand from shooting up to your neck, trying to cover the evidence from yesterday. “I’ll make us a coffee while you try to come up with an excuse”, she whispered, a hint of smugness in her voice.

You watched as Natasha moved in your kitchen like it was her own. Gliding between your cabinets with surprisingly a lot of grace. In moments like this you could clearly see that she was a ballerina for many, many years. She was truly magnificent.

A soft sigh escaped your lips, while you looked down at the coffee Natasha gave you. Somehow a black coffee was exactly what you needed right now. You took a sip, feeling the hot liquid burn your tongue. A similar sensation in your heart since you had heard Steve’s phone call.

The bitter taste being too comforting for your liking.

Natasha suspected what was going on, why you seemed so nervous and slightly…miserable, but she decided not to bother you. Yet.

“After Steve and you left Clits shit ended an hour later and he sat with us-actually he wanted to congratulate Steve himself, but well, you two were already gone”, she started, sipping her coffee. You could even recognise a soft blush creeping over her cheeks.

Did…did Natasha have a crush? This Natasha? Natasha Romanoff?

You didn’t even notice when a big smile spread over your lips, while you started nodding in excitement. “And? What happened then?”, you asked urgently-even Steve eavesdropped at this point, captivated by Natashas words.

She chuckled into her cup, biting down on her lip. “Well…we might’ve exchanged numbers”, she said, sounding like a little girl talking about candy, cheery like you normally wouldn’t see her. It made even your heart swell for her. After her last terrible relationship you hoped she could finally meet a nice guy-and until now she hadn’t exchanged numbers with anyone after the break up, so this was a step in the right direction.

Natasha smiled, too, seeing your ridiculous grin. “He’s really sweet-and…I don’t know, really hilarious. A but childish maybe? He made me laugh so much…I haven’t laughed like that in months. My whole body arched”, she said, putting her cup aside and turning to you.

“But now tell me what happened yesterday?” “Nothing”, you answered quickly. Probably way too quickly, but you…panicked.

She raised her eyebrows, making you shake your head, not wanting to answer. It’s not like you were embarrassed or anything it’s just…why should you talk about it, if Steve didn’t care? It’s no big deal. Not to him. Why should you make a big deal out of it?

“Is Steve still here?”, Natascha asked instead. You could feel blood rush to your cheeks, making you blush a dark shade of red, but you tried to look calm. Or at least a bit less fidgety.

“Yhm…no he’s gone. Why would he still be here? It’s late-” “Its not late. He usually stays till at least lunchtime? If not longer”, interrupted the redhead, once again with a knowing smirk on her lips.

You hated how Natasha always knew everything that was going on. Even when you first started feeling something romantically for Steve Natasha knew it all before you. She was the first person to notice your glances at Steve. The soft touches and smiles.

She just knew.

“Yeah…well…not today…he’s not here. He had to go”, you mumbled, avoiding her sharp gaze. For a moment Natasha didn’t say anything, he’d gaze sliding to the side beside you.

“Why is his hoodie here?”

The blush on your face darkened.

But it wasn’t something unusual. Steve left his clothes at your place nearly every other day, so why would she ask about his hoodie? She really wanted to get you to talk.

“I have lots of his clothes. Half of my laundry is somehow Steve’s clothes-it’s like he’s living with me. Which he doesn’t. That would be totally weird, right? Yeah, definitely. I just have so much of Steve’s stuff, I don’t even know why-“

You haven’t even noticed your rambling, only when Natasha gently put her hand on your shoulder did you stop talking. “Are you okay?”

Her voice was a bit amused, but the question still seemed to be genuine.

“…yes” A sigh escaped your lips and Natasha could tell you were definitely not okay. She watched you for a moment, once again noticing the many hickeys on your neck.

“You two had sex?”, she whispered, suspecting that Steve may still be here.

While you didn’t want to answer her verbally, the look on your face was enough for Natasha to understand. She was right. Of course she was right. She always was.

But you were upset, which indicated something didn’t go as hoped.

Wanting to cheer you up she leaned a bit closer to you.

"Honey, there's nothing that sleeping with Steve can't fix. If there is, just sleep with him twice and it'll work out", her words made your lips twitch to a small smile, but you shook your head. Even though you’d love to spend another night with Steve, that’s not something he’d want. “It was just the alcohol-and let’s not talk about it anymore”, you added quietly seeing as Natasha wanted to say something. Probably about your feelings for Steve-which he really didn’t need to hear as well.

Natasha changed the subject, seeing as you really didn’t want to talk about Steve anymore. After you drank your coffee she got a phone call from Clint, who asked her if they could meet for lunch. With that she left, needing to get ready for the (hopefully) date.

After Natasha had left your place you nervously walked to the bedroom, opening the door to find Steve laying on your bed and texting on his phone. As soon as he saw you, he put his phone away quickly, smiling bashfully, his cheeks immediately heating up with a rosy blush.

“So, I guess I should go now?” He said while already standing up and coming closer to you…or rather to the door since he immediately walked out.

You couldn’t even answer before he had already put his shoes on and hugged you for a quick goodbye. For some reason it felt…awkward. Before yesterday you had hugged and touched each other in a platonic way all the time but now every touch reminded you of what happened yesterday.

Slightly smiling you watched him put his hoodie on, still blushing deeply. He fidget a bit with his hands before looking up again. “You’re still coming to the wedding with me, right?”

The reminder of the wedding Steve had invited you as his plus one too, made you swallow hard. Getting drunk and sleeping in the same bed? A few weeks ago this wouldn’t matter at all, you had done it all the time. Crush or no crush. But now? After this night? You couldn’t imagine how’d it turn out.

Before you could truly think it through you shook your head. “No, I don't think I’ll manage. I’m really busy and…I won’t make it, my grandma's sister's daughter in law is giving birth soon and we’ll visit her to celebrate the birth…”, you mumbled, clearly lying. Your whole face felt like it was burning with shame. God, what did you become?

Steve definitely noticed the lie, furrowing his brows lightly. Your behavior was…odd. Would it be all this time like this? Maybe you felt awkward because of something he said yesterday? Not that he remembered saying anything weird…or maybe he just didn’t remember it. He often talked or mumbled stuff right before falling asleep. What if he confessed his feelings? Oh god. Maybe that’s why you felt pressured.

He swallowed hard, fumbling with the sleeves of his hoodie. "Is this because we’d slept together? Because it doesn't have to make it weird between us.” He started rambling again, shrugging and trying to shake off the uneasy feeling. The feeling how his heart slowly breaking.

Slightly confused you looked up at him again, pulling your eyebrows together. How could he be so clueless? Tearing your heart apart like it was nothing. First he said it was a mistake and didn’t need to be important. And now you were the one making it weird? Even though you really tried to tell him about your feelings-which you even tried to do yesterday but he only fell asleep as if the whole night hadn’t mattered to him.

Maybe it didn’t.

"OH, I made it weird?" You snorted, shaking your head at his words. “Steve, I’m not the one that-nevermind. It doesn’t matter anyway”, you sighed. If he didn’t feel the same you shouldn’t tell him. It probably would make it even weirder. If this was even possible.

When Steve realized he wouldn’t elaborate more he looked you up and down. He loved seeing you like this, covered in hickeys and freshly out of bed after the night spent together-but the frown on your face reminded him he couldn’t have you like that. “It’s okay, I get it…we were drunk…stuff happens, let’s just…let it not affect our friendship”, he rambled, scratching his neck nervously.

His words made the pain in your heart worsen and you really didn’t want to continue this conversation. It didn’t make any sense. Not really. It only would hurt you more.

So you made up another excuse.

“I have to go, I have an appointment….dentist. Yeah. Dentist. My tooth hurts”, you nodded once to emphasize your words more.

Of course Steve could tell you weren’t telling him the truth. But he decided to play along as it seemed like you didn’t want to continue this conversation anymore.

“Okay, I get it…then…I should probably go give you time and space to get ready…” for some reason his words felt like they had a deeper meaning.

“Sure, we’ll talk later…”

Only a few more minutes later you sat on your couch, alone and in tears.

Have you just messed up your most important friendship? Have you lost your person?

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Know Thy Enemy Part Two

Summary: There’s always two sides to every coin

Warnings: mentions of a boxing match, swearing

A/N: this has been sitting in my drafts quite literally for two whole years from my previous blog. Tags are open if y’all are interested. Please reblog if y’all like this.

Pairing: eventual mobster!boxer king Steve rogers x “college student reporter” reader.

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She nearly dropped her clipboard as she noticed the boxing champion strutting over to her. She slapped her friend’s arm in an attempt to look casual. Rolling his eyes, Scott straightened in his chair and nodded to Steve as he stood in front of the pair.

“I’m going to assume no introduction is needed on my end?” He introduced, a curl pulling at the corner of his mouth. “What paper are the pair of you writing for? I’d like to know for my own privacy."

“The Daily Tribune.” The pair said in unison causing Steve to chuckle.

“I can give you one hour of my time today. I’m a busy man.” Steve bargained, holding up a single finger to emphasize his point. “I cant promise you’ll get many answers from me, however."

“Can we go somewhere a little more...private?” Scott asked, tapping his pen on the bartop, nervously glancing around the setting around them.

Steve glanced up at Gamora before returning his gaze at the pair. “There’s an office upstairs we can use; I’d just need to grab the key from the bartender.”

Scott and y/n nodded in an exhilarated rush. Neither of them could believe their luck at how easily Steve was willing to talk to them.

Steve walked off, practically hearing the squealing in their motions as they silently cheered in excitement. “Let me get your office key?” He requested from Gamora once he stood in front of her as she polished off a glass, looking bored as ever.

Curiously, She looked over his shoulder before rolling her eyes and unclipping her keychain from her belt loop and handing it over. “Don’t lose it."

“Me? Lose? Oh, ‘Mora. You have no faith in me.” He winked and blew her a kiss before walking away, and motioning for the pair of reporters to follow him.

In a scurry, the pair grabbed their items and followed the man through a set of doors behind the counter and up the tight stairwell before walking down a short corridor and into a large office down the far end of the walkway.

The excitement radiating from the college kids nearly caused Him to chuckle as they entered the small office. “Please, take a seat.” Steve offered as he closed the door for privacy. The pair hurried to take a seat in front of the desk and readied their pen and clipboard. Steve leaned against the desk and smiled sweetly at them. “Okay, start.” He pointed at Y/N.

“Um,” she blinked at the sudden attention he’d given her. “How does it feel to win almost every match you fight in?”

With a twinkle in his eye, he let out a soft chuckle. “Like I damned well deserve it."

“Because you do.” Scott spoke up, looking like a deer caught in headlights once Steve turned his ficus onto him.

“Damn right I do.”

“Were your parents fighters as well?” She asked. “Or did you just pick it up as a hobby to pass time? What made you want to be a boxer? How did you start out in the ring? There’s very little information on your early career on the internet."

Shrugging, he thought about his answer; he knew better than to speak on his business too much. “A friend from childhood pursued me into it. After a year or so, I fell in love with the thrill, the bloodshed and the feeling of hearing bones cracking underneath my fists."

“Do you ever think of retiring or giving up the belt?” Scott asked, looking down once Steve turned his gaze to him.

“No.” He answered. “That word isn’t in my vocabulary- at least not at the moment."

“Who would you consider your toughest opponent?” She asked.

He thought for a long moment before deciding, “he called himself the God of Thunder; met him in the ring once, early on in my career."

“Wasn’t that Odinson?” Scott asked, scrunching his face in thought. “That man who retired because he became blind in one eye a few years ago?”

Steve nodded. “I almost lost the belt that year because of him."

Scott whistled in wonder while she couldn’t stop watching his movements. He was swift and agile- even the way he breathed seemed different than other people she interviewed. He seemed cocky, yet polite in all the right ways. He held himself to an important degree. Someone was off about him. She knew it.

“There’s whispers on the street that you know the mysterious man who runs this city.” She worded carefully, posing her pen above the paper. “The man nobody has seen or heard from in years."

“Nobody knows the man who runs the city, kid.” He scoffed. “He has it set like that for a reason. It would have been all over the news if his identity was discovered. He’s a clever man, if I say so myself."

She pouted as Scott wrote rapidly on his board.

“The hour is up, kids.” Steve smiled as he glanced at his watch on his left wrist for emphasis.

She pouted once more but nodded in understanding, only partially satisfied with the questions. Steve smiled at the pair as he escorted them out of the room and back to the bar, handing over the keys to Gamora with a swift kiss to her cheek. “You’re a doll.” He mumbled to her with a wink before he met with Bucky’s exasperated looks.

“Should have invited them over to join us!”

Steve chuckled before throwing down a large bill on the counter and beckoning Bucky to follow him out of the place before making his way to the car once more. “It wouldn’t have been a bad idea now. Would it?” He smirked as he pulled onto the street and made his way through the streets, shushing Bucky as he dialled Bruce Banner’s number with the Bluetooth set up in the car.

“Banner.”

“Nice match earlier, Rogers.” Bruce grunted. The pair of them heard shuffling of paper. Bruce was no doubt counting out bills.

“I’m on my way over.” Steve reported. “I would have been sooner but I got caught up in some interview for some college paper.”

“College paper?” Bruce’s surprised voice rang out.

“A couple of kids, it looked like.” Bucky reiterated. “Steve’s a fool, I told him. They said something about The Daily Tribune or whatever horse shit it had been.”

“It was something fun.” Steve shrugged as he pulled up to Bruce’s mansion. “I’ll see you inside, Banner.” He hung up the phone and stood out of the car with Bucky close on his heels.

“What if this shit gets out that you’re doing petty interviews now?” Bucky scolded. “You’re insane for that. People would pay good money to have five minutes alone with you.”

Steve laughed it off, widening his arm over Bucky’s shoulder before rubbing his hand on the dark haired man’s head. “You’re thinking too much, bubba. Have some fun and loosen up. Who knows? Maybe I’ll have a few more fans around here if that interview gets published; more fans means more money for the business.”

“You’re a fool.” Bucky grimace, pulling out of Steve’s grip as they reached Bruce’s office.

“Boys!” Bruce greeted, standing up from behind his desk and walking over to them. “What brings you here?”

“The money.” Steve answered, reaching behind him and pulling out the wad of cash he had stashed tucked under his shirt before he left the arena. “I still owe you a few hundred.”

“You have one more month.” Bruce reminded him.

“I wouldn’t dream of missing our deal.”

Bucky looked at the devilish glare Bruce held firmly on his face before turning to look at Steve. He knew Steve would never have that amount of money in such a short amount of time. Hell, Wilson couldn’t even conjure up that amount in such a timeframe. He knew Bruce was plotting. But he wouldn’t dare call out the man in such a way. Bruce was demonic like that; the man held a terrible anger and begone those who stood in his path.

The only reason Steve owed the man money in the first place was due to Steve trying to keep a low profile as he started training for boxing matches. Bruce loaned him an obnoxious amount of cash so Steve could continue to entertain in the ring. Most of Steve’s winnings went directly to Bruce. Bucky didn’t approve. But he knew Steve would never listen to him. So he just sat in the background during these exchanges. He wouldn’t get involved too much in their dance routine.

“Same time next week?” Bruce prompted as Steve and Bucky begun to leave the office.

“There’s no fights next week.” Steve answered, creasing his brows in thought as he turned at the waist up look at Bruce’s smug smirk.

“What d’you say I arrange a match with Odinson one last time?” Bruce smiled wickedly. “Old times sake, you know?”

Bucky tugged on Steve’s sleeve to get him out of there before he agreed. “Sure thing.” Steve agreed, causing Bucky to groan out loud.

Bruce nodded and grabbed his cell phone before waving them out of the office.

“Are you fucking insane?” Bucky snapped as soon as the men were safely back inside the care. “Odinson almost killed you the first time you met him. What the fuck are you doing?”

“It’s going to be the fight of the year.” Steve smiled. “I know there won’t be a damn soul in this city who would want to miss their chance to bet on it. I can handle him.”

“He’s going to kill you.” Bucky warned. “Banner is already plotting it. Or did you just happen to miss the sadistic look on his face?”

Steve shrugged. “Want lunch?”

PART THREE

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

I still got a few rounds left in me

kinktober, day thirteen

a/n: ...i have such a thing for fighters, it's bad....

warnings: boxer!steve rogers x reader, smut, established relationship, domestic bliss, kissing, foreplay, bathtub sex

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You felt like a little marshmallow floating atop a warm mug of hot chocolate as you laid there in the tub, staring out at the dark skyline. The melody of soft rain drizzling against the window lulled you even further as your hand lazily played with the bubbles foaming at the surface. 

“Hey,” you suddenly heard, spinning your head around to spot your burly boyfriend gazing at your relaxed visage from the doorway, raindrop-painted gym clothes still hugging his form. 

“Steve,” you gasped, spine straightening, “you’re home! I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Yeah, well, I thought you would be asleep already, so I tried to be quiet.”

“In a bit, I just wanted to wash the day away first, you know?” you sighed, “fall back down to earth before I try and fall asleep…” Offering you a gentle nod, he then stepped further into the bathroom, a soft smile still fast on his lips as he began to peel his clothes off. You couldn’t help but giggly ask, “what are you doing?” as the fighter slowly revealed more and more of his rippling physique, his eyes staying locked with yours the entire time. 

“Well, I was gonna take a shower,” his shorts hit the floor mere seconds before he planted his palms on either side of the tub, “but you’re making that bath look so good.” 

As he lowered himself in, your giggle morphed into a laugh as the bubbles began to make a run for it, “you’re gonna flood the entire bathroom!”

“Then it’s a good thing we have something called towels,” fully submerged, he simply leaned in to kiss you. 

Arms wrapping around his broad shoulders, the current scooped you a bit closer, your legs intuitively entangling up and over his thick thighs. As your hands drifted over his skin, your fingers paused and took time to dig into a few of the muscles on his upper back. Parting from the tender peck, you deepened your massage momentarily as you asked, “are you sore?”

With his own arms tangled around you, he murmured, “not really, I didn’t really go too hard today,” before he lifted you further up onto his lap, his broad palm firm on your back so that your chest pressed flush against his, making your soapy tits share their suds. 

It took you approximately two seconds before you noticed the raging hard-on, poking you under the water, “oh my god…” you chuckled, tilting your chin back as you gazed at his smirk, “what are you trying to do, huh, champ?”

His hands slowly raked down your back before they found the curve of your ass, squeezing it in a way that shot directly to your aching clit, “like I said, I didn’t go too hard today, so I still got a few rounds left in me…”

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[fandoms-writings]

Below is a list of current wips that you can expect from me in the near future <3 I do write slow, but I'm working on these as fast as I can <3

Drabbles/One-shots:

"You're a mess"/"I'm not a mess."/"I can tell you've been crying."  &  "Let me kiss it better" - Knight! Bucky x Queen! Reader - A + F

"Choose me" - Bucky - A

"Choose me" & "let me hear you make that sound again" - Biker! Bucky - A + S

"You were supposed to be different. They were supposed to be wrong about you, but they were right. They were so fucking right." - Bucky w/ morally gray reader - A

"Keep your pretty eyes on me." and "You shouldn't be out here by yourself." -Vampire! Bucky x Human! Reader - A + S + (version 2)

"You know my door is always open for you, right?" and "You're already wet sweetheart." - Bucky w/ kinky virgin reader - F + S

"You know my door is always open for you, right?" and "You're already wet sweetheart" - Stephen Grant - F + S

"Don't go where I can't follow. . . I thought I lost you." - Bucky - A

"Why didn't you say how bad it was?" - Steve Rogers - A

"Come get me? I miss you" - Loki - F

"Is that my shirt?" & "Keep your pretty eyes on me." - Bucky - F + S

"Don't go where I can't follow… I thought I lost you" & "You're exhausted honey. Go back to sleep." - Nomad! Steve Rogers - A + F

"What are we doing?"/"Why are you doing this?" - Miguel O'Hara - A

"Can I hold your hand?" - Miguel O'Hara - F

"You're not as bad as everyone says you are." - Mob! Steve - F

"Will you taste this? Tell me if I'm missing anything?" - dealers choice - F

"You were supposed to be different. They were supposed to be wrong about you, but they were right. They were so fucking right."- Mob! Steve - A

DBF!Bucky x College!Reader - A

Series/AUs:

Boxer! Miguel x PR! Reader - A + F + S

This one will be more of an AU then a series I think, but I'm still working on it.

Miguel's boxing career is starting to pick up, and that means you, as his public relations specialist, are to insure that the people love him. You also make sure he doesn't take any fights he isn't ready for. However, when another boxer by the name of Kron Stone openly challenges Miguel, and Miguel accepts, you have to come to terms that what you know may ruin the trust he has in you.

Mafia-Dilf! Miguel x Dance-teacher! Reader - A + F + S

Everyone was terrified of Miguel O'Hara, the most powerful man in the city. But you knew better. To you, he was just a single dad trying to raise and protect his daughter, bringing her to your dance class every week. That is until someone looking for Miguel shows up at your studio, and Miguel takes it upon himself to protect you from outside forces, showing you just what kind of a man truly he is.

Bucky Barnes x Dream-witch! Reader - A + F + S

Looking for something to aide in his sleepless nights, Bucky searches weeks for you, the dream witch of New York. You're known for helping vets with ptsd have terrorless nights and sometimes, if they're lucky, they actually have pleasant dreams. What Bucky didn't expect, was for you to be so captivating, or for him to open up so easily around you. But to have the powers you do, you've got to be more than just a mutant, right?

Bucky Barnes x single!pregnant!reader (neighbor AU) - A + F + S

This one will be more of an AU rather than a series.

You moved into your small apartment alone and nervous, with a broken heart and a little one on the way, just wanting to be the best mom you can. Lucky for you, your neighbor is the sweetest man in the world and has offered to help you out when you need it. It doesn't hurt that he's the most attractive man you've ever met. But you don't have time for a relationship with anyone, you need to prepare for the baby.

tagging some mutuals below to spread the word <3

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[bittersweet-in-boston]

Latest installment in the ongoing saga of boxer Steve and mob boss Bucky if you’re so inclined…part 3 of Number one with a bullet

[amarriageoftrueminds]

god your pggy rants give me LIFE and now you've got me in a mood to rant too soo

realistically speaking though, *if* (and that's a huuuuge *if*) steve and pggy really were a couple, they wouldn't lasteven 3 months because individually they're both just so drastically different it's almost laughable.

it baffles me that they made pggy claim steve was the love of her life that she tragically lost in the season 1 finale of AC series. babes you knew him for less than 6 months and never had 1 proper conversation EVER with him. (the cab ride convo obviously doesn't count cus that was as you described prefectly— a mother accompanying a son to a doctor’s appointment) because obviously she thought she didn't have to cus she was the self appointed “right partner” for steve and god forbid steve go against that.

there’s also one scene from Agents of SHIELD in which there's a banner I think honoring Bucky and obviously all the pggy fans think of it as a hint towards bucky-pggy friendship, that she became director and decided to honour Bucky as the first of SHIELD who died saving lives or wtv and that just makes my *deeeeeep sigh* blood boil. (putting it lightly) LIKE NO NO NO she wasn't bucky's "friend" hell she wasn't even on a first name basis with the guy. and no that definitely is not honoring bucky.. what it is.. is that it's covering up the that fact that she fucking sold bucky to be used as a guinea pig for the experiments of a NAZI scientist, the right hand man of Red Skull, who she willingly hired into her organization. to this day i'm furious that we didn't get any scenes in civil war in which steve confronts her about SHIELDdra. the man said it himself ‘‘SHEILD, Hydra.. it all goes.’’ and she was the fucking director of SHIELD ffs.

honestly no matter how much carter content marvel throws at me, i will neverrrrrrr be able to like her. not even slightly. it doesn't even make me dislike HA less ngl. girl they've now killed off your character not once but TWICE now, one even brutally if i say so myself and u still would agree to make more content? how many more time should pgyy carter be killed of for HA to actually stop signing more contracts? smh

ok i think im done😭 sorry for taking up ur time

I HOPE YOURE HAVING A GOOD DAY/NIGHT ❤️

(continuation of XX)

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LOL glad to hear it, and thank you, all this ranting is very refreshing. 😅

She really does come off as like an obsessive fangirl with a crush on a famous man (complete with shrine) who got close enough to his inner circle IRL to convince his friends that they were actually together.

(...just realised: I’m talking about the character but you could easily apply this to HA, too. 😅 She said the fans ‘deserve’ to see more of her. The ego is breath taking. The casting is perfect. The crops are rotting in the field.)  

The reason PC’s scenes come in Act 1 of CATWS (as opposed to Act 2 or 3) is specifically so that we cannot see her being forced to atone or take responsibility for her actions (her dementia is back up just in case). 

They can just yell at a black man instead.

They thought we'd just forget.

And not to set you off again, but on the subject of what an immediate failure her and Steve’s 'marriage' would be, HA said about Steve kissing Sharon:

So according to this delightful individual the yelling and abuse from CATFA would apparently carry right over into IPV / domestic abuse.

...Lol?

(I was saying on twitter that the AC Howlie scenes remind me of the BBC Sherlock fandom, where Mary Watson was disliked until she became a hallucination in John Watson's head. And someone asked, 'how is it that she's suddenly likeable now??' and the response was: '...It's because she's John.' 😬 And @cosmicmechanism pointed out that this might explain why people liked PC in AC. It's because she's not Pggy. She's Bucky. In the Howlies ep, “they treated her like she was Bucky and ... she treated them like children.")

[ddejavvu]

Hope you’re having fun on your vacation!

So, I just rewatched the first avengers movie, and Steve boxing??? I am in desperate need of some smut with that energy🥵 (actually don’t know if you write for him… do you? Idk it was worth asking😅)

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

this post is 18+, minors dni.

You're absolutely certain you'll have a mark from the ropes behind you digging into your back. It won't last for long, a simple indentation in your skin, but the sensation burns now, adding to the blissful flames licking up your belly as Steve pounds into you.

"Steady, doll." He warns you, helping you brace yourself against the ring, "Can't have you falling. 'S a long way down."

"Then hold me tighter," You whine, burying your face in his sweat-beaded chest, "I won't fall if you're holding me."

"C'mere." Steve grunts, hoisting you up so that his hands pressed hard into the pliant flesh of your ass, holding you up around his waist instead of letting you stand for yourself. His cock hits an impossibly deeper spot inside of you, and you swear you begin seeing stars, a desperate whine spilling from your lips as he speaks, "'Atta girl, I gotcha now."

[sytoran]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟎𝟎𝟏 — 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀

kinktober day 001 | CW!wanda x beefy!avenger!reader

after a particularly taxing work day, there's no better stress relief than your cute little bunny sleeping half-naked in your bed.

cont. mild non-con, vaginal fingering, begging, daddy kink

word count. 1390

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"Fucking arrogant men and their fragile masculinities," you grumble in frustration, forcefully ramming the keys into the keyhole and unlocking the door.

It had been another hellish day of dealing with Tony Stark and Steve Rogers’ clashing personalities. The result of their foolishness meant a mission going haywire and taking about seven more hours than it should’ve.

As expected, you were pissed off. You shrug off your leather jacket, revealing a tight-fitting tactical suit, and then you kick off your shoes. Trudging up the stairs with your mind still in a fit of hazy anger, forcing open the door to your bedroom–

Seeing your pretty girl half-naked on your bed and deep in slumber.

You physically feel your chest relax, shoulders drooping as you exhale slowly. The burning heat that was fury subsides and the smaller flames burn in a different kind of lustful way.

Wanda was asleep in one of your old SHIELD shirts, which was about three sizes too big for her. Her cute, stiff nipples were poking through the fabric that was tight around her big chest, and the addition of tiny sleeping shorts made her all the more tempting.

"Bunny," you whisper, quietly crawling onto the bed, scared to ruin the serene silence.

Along the way, you unzip your tactical suit and toss it into a forgotten corner of the room, leaving you in just a pair of black boxer briefs and a sports bra. You puff out a breath of hot air as you slide into bed with Wanda, dragging the sheets over the two of you as your arms envelop your smaller girlfriend.

The little witch was the small spoon nearly all the time, not that you were complaining. You revelled in the feeling of enveloping Wanda in your arms, protecting her and keeping her safe.

Of course you also enjoyed the other benefits of having your hands so close to your girlfriend’s chest.

Wanda lets out sleepy little noises as she unconsciously shifts closer into your embrace, evidently still fast asleep with the slow rising and falling of her chest.

Her head fits under yours like a satisfying puzzle piece, her head of brown hair tucked under your jaw like it was meant to be. You lean down in the slightest to inhale her sweet scent of lavender soap, pressing a soft kiss on her head afterwards.

You can feel your residing anger gradually fading away, but the tension is still written between the lines and you can’t seem to erase them: in the furrowing of your brows or your tightened grip, in your uneven breaths or your racing mind.

Eventually, your hands creep up Wanda’s shirt, seeking that stress relief like it was second nature.

“Fuck,” you curse quietly, upon actively feeling Wanda’s lack of a bra, rough hands meeting soft mounds that you so loved to caress.

Today is no different, with you kneading her breasts, perhaps even a little rougher than usual. 

Fat spills from your fingers as your greedy hands seek more, the tips of your fingers pulling at her hardened buds. A low rumble sounds in your chest at the cute, affected noise Wanda lets out. 

However, she remains asleep, and you’re free to do whatever you please.

Soon enough, your mouth seeks out the sensation of warm skin, and your teeth find solace in the column of her porcelain neck. Leaving love-bites in different shades of red across Wanda’s skin, she stirs in your grasp, squirming slightly.

Your movements never cease. In fact, you get more eager at the prospect of your girlfriend waking up to such a dirty sight: you greedily groping her tits with your crotch pressed flush against her ass.

“Need you so bad, bunny,” you grunt, knowing Wanda can’t hear you, but having the criminal urge to voice out all the perverse things you were going to do to her.

Smoothly, one of your hands glide down the expanse of her torso and beyond the hem of her sleeping shorts. You’re met with the lace of a pair of panties — but nothing turns you on more than the growing wet spot you find that covers Wanda’s pretty little cunt.

“You’re so needy for me even in your sleep, hm, baby?” you ask heatedly, your other hand remaining up her shirt to massage her tits. It had been too long without having her like this, and you craved to memorise every crease of her lithe figure before your next mission.

Impatiently, you rub your fingers on that wet spot on Wanda’s panties, the growing slick making your fingers wet through the fabric. Your girlfriend emits little cries of discomfort at your unending teasing, turning in her sleep as your hand forcefully enters the threshold of her panties.

“Fuck, bunny,” you growl into her neck, two fingers finding her wet heat and then plunging inside.

It’s the sensation of your thick fingers pushing into her slick cunt that has Wanda awakening with a start.

“Y/N!” Wanda gasps out, high-pitched and breathy. You can imagine her eyes darting around the darkened room, only to register your vice grip around her body, one hand up her shirt and the other down her pants.

“Shh, bunny, go back to sleep,” you say, low and inviting. Wanda’s too sleepy to discern the affected tone of your voice.

“C-can’t sleep when y-you’re touching me,” she whimpers, velvet walls clenching the thick length of your fingers. She’s squirming so much in your grasp, but you’re so much stronger physically and she can’t get out of it.

“Sorry, bunny,” you lie easily, fingers still exploring her tight little cunt. “Five minutes, kay?”

Wanda lets out an incoherent whine when your finger brushes against a sensitive spot. “Too tired, Daddy,” she answers, adorably sleepily.

Yet, Wanda’s body instinctively attempts to arch off the bed when you harshly tug at her nipple, rigid to your touch. “Oh,” she moans, legs spreading wider unconsciously.

“So fuckin’ needy,” you repeat, your left hand thrusting deeper into her tight cunt. Your mouth is now on the juncture of her neck and her shoulder, a quickly purpling bruise making its mark. “Fuck, baby, let me make you cum, okay?”

Wanda tries to protest, the stimulation already too much for her partially unconscious body, but you take her shallow pants as a ‘yes’ and slide in another finger.

Wanda mewls at the intrusion, the familiar feeling of a tightening knot in her lower stomach making itself known. “Daddy,” she whimpers helplessly, fingernails clawing at your iron-hard forearm packed with muscle.

“Yes, bunny?” you pant, moving your three fingers in tight little circles, Wanda’s slick coating them. You were trapped in a headspace of lust, only aiming to make your pretty little girlfriend squirt all over the sheets.

“Please?” Wanda begs mindlessly, her desperate tone making your head spin. She doesn’t know what she’s asking for anymore; maybe it was for you to stop, or maybe it was for you to bring her to a long-awaited high.

“Mhm,” You take her plea as the latter, harshly curling your three fingers inside her tight pussy, your other hand flicking at her rubied nipple. Just like that, and Wanda lets out a choked noise of pleasure as she cums. 

Your grip on her never lightens as Wanda throws her head back onto your shoulder, thrashing as wave after wave of an orgasm washes over her body. Her fingernails dig crescent-shaped imprints into your forearm.

“My pretty girl,” you whisper, fingers continuing in slow rocking motions so Wanda can ride out her high. Her body is too warm under the sheets, lightning-sensitivity overtaking her body, but Wanda feels if she leaves your grasp she’d simply melt into nothingness.

You listen as the erratic breathing of your girlfriend gradually evens out. “Still tired?” you ask, the low husk of your voice raising goosebumps along the shell of Wanda’s ear. 

Wanda only uses both of her hands to drag your left hand back up her body and to her mouth. Grinding her ass into your crotch, her pretty lips wrap around your fingers and suck, suck her own juices off your fingers and into her mouth.

That’s all the confirmation you need before flipping the two of you over, pressing your body weight into Wanda’s front.

It was going to be a long night.

so... how do we feel about day 1 of kinktober??

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[myfictionaldreams]

Day 1: Pegging - Mafia!Stucky

Summary: Steve had once instructed Bucky how to pleasure you, but what happens when you’re the one being given the instructions?

(this is basically part 2.5 to my fic 'Steve's Birthday Wish') Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, threesome f/m/m, polyamorous, pegging, strap-on, size kink, dom/sub, pet names, scratching, kissing, handjob, blowjob, anal fingering, anal, vaginal sex, creampie, praise kink

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Steve Rogers, the leader of the Rogers Mafia, the most renowned organisation throughout Brooklyn, was a highly inquisitive gang member. He had to be in his line of work to continue deceiving the cops or work with people who were so dangerous he didn’t dare to even blink more than necessary whilst in their presence.

Due to the threatening line of work, Steve had to be prepared for anything, making quick decisions to protect his friends, family and business in the heat of the moment. Over time, this could strain him, verging on feeling burnt out; therefore, he needed others to cling to and help unwind, where you and Bucky would always thrive.

However, it wasn’t so much that Steve would lie down and expect the two of you to care or pleasure him; it was quite the opposite. His ideas usually consisted of kinky scenarios you would never even dream of thinking about.  For example, the only reason Bucky was in the relationship now was that Steve had suggested that his second-in-command fuck his girlfriend whilst following his instructions with where to touch you. Never would the thought have crossed your mind to include Bucky in a sexual situation as not only was he your bodyguard but Steve’s best friend, but now, the three of you were inseparable, and you couldn’t imagine it any other way.

This all leads to a dark autumn night, the leaves covering the ground in a sea of burnt orange and brown shades, the sun having set hours ago over the tall Brooklyn buildings as the weather changes. These earlier nights, however, did nothing to stop Steve with his intense working schedule, and neither did it for Bucky, as they both had been in the office at your home for hours on end. Even as you wished them a good night did neither man stop to have a break; only when Bucky glanced at the clock and saw that it was nearing midnight did he mutter that he was going to join you in bed, kissing Steve’s temple tenderly and murmuring for him not to be long. He all but collapsed into bed, only just managing to strip down to his boxers before wrapping his body around yours, his metal arm sliding beneath your head as the other cocooned around your chest and hand resting over your heart, his face nuzzling into the back of your neck as the feeling of your heartbeat lulled him into a deep sleep.

Sometime later, you found yourself waking, detecting warmth behind you but not in front, which felt unnerving and like something was missing, which happened to be Steve. Carefully reaching across the bed, you grasped your phone and clicked the button to see the time was nearing 3 a.m. and still no sign of your blonde boyfriend.

“Is he still working?” Bucky’s voice croaked, startling you, having not realised he had woken from your slight movement.

“Yeah, I’m gonna go and find him”, you respond whilst untangling your limbs from his. Bucky sighed away, the sleep still settled heavily in his body, before following you, not bothering to pull on any clothes as you’d stolen his oversized shirt from where it lay on the floor. It took only seconds to walk across the hall and find Steve in the same position as hours ago. Your voice was soft as you explained, “Steve, you can’t work 24 hours a day; you must sleep at some point. The bed’s getting so cold without you.” Your bottom lip pouted dramatically as you stood on the other side of his desk, looking at him with wide, sad eyes and fingers teasingly stroking the edge of the oak surface.

The corner of Steve’s lips turned up as he took in your sleepy appearance and then over to his just as tired boyfriend over your shoulder. “Is Bucky not keeping you warm?�� he asked, his voice deep and full of jest.

Bucky rushed up behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you flush against him as you squealed in surprise, “I’m doing a perfect job, actually”. You melted into the embrace, tilting your head to the side so he could dramatically kiss your cheek with an audible smooch noise.

The brunette man dropped into the leather chair behind him, pulling you with him. You laughed at the sudden movement but quickly righted your position to feel more comfortable, turning slightly so that your legs were slung over his lap, hands resting against his toned shoulder and face resting on his chest.

Steve watched you curiously, especially the skin of your bare legs as he rested his chin on his closed fist, the material of his black button-up shirt straining to keep his muscles contained. You noticed the look and gave him a flirtatious smile whilst reaching up to scratch your nails through Bucky’s buzzcut hair. “What’s going on that’s keeping you up for so long and can’t wait for the morning?”

Steve sighed and leaned back in his bulky leather chair, causing it to squeak under the strain of his massive muscular body. For once, Steve looked to be contemplating something and being careful how to phrase his words before explaining, “I’ve actually been thinking about you two and distracting myself with work”.

You could feel Bucky adjusting his position as he frowned, “What about us, Stevie?” His tone was calm, but you became more aware, fingers pausing with their idle distractions as your attention fixed completely on Steve.

“I’ve bought you both a present”, Steve simply explained, offering no further description and leaving you both with more questions than answers.

“Are you going to tell us, or will we forever remain in suspense?” Bucky drawled tiredly, his hand beginning to stroke a swirling pattern against your ticklish thigh.

You yawned from the comforting touch, leaning further into Bucky again, eyes feeling increasingly heavier with each passing second as you struggled to stay awake. 

Steve’s ocean-blue eyes flicked between his two lovers as he continued to be careful with his wording. “I’m not being upfront about the gift because I’m unsure if you’d be into it. Wait, let me rephrase that, Bucky, I know you’d be into it, and I sure as hell would be, but little miss Sleepy head over there is the one I’m not sure about”.

Your posture straightened as you pushed off Bucky’s chest to give Steve a toothy grin, “I’d be up for whatever you have bought us!” you say happily, being a people pleaser and automatically agreeing to it.

Steve smiled, knowing you’d already give this sort of response. “You don’t even know what it is yet, baby”, he laughs under his breath before reaching next to his chair and lifting the gift onto the desk.

A confused frown settled on your expression as you visually inspected the boxed gift. “You want to fuck me with a dildo? But you’ve both done that in the past anyway-” Steve’s shake of his head stopped your words.

The man then looked away from you towards Bucky and asked, “Do you remember the first time Bucky touched you? I want to do something similar, but I want you to touch Bucky while I tell you what to do. How does that sound?” His eyes flicked back to you, waiting for your answer.

“Good. It sounds good.” Your words came out with a rushed, warmed breath as your body heated from head to toe; all lingering exhaustion suddenly disappeared. You thought more on it; you were always the submissive one in the relationship, so at least Steve was still technically in charge of the fucking, but the thought of Bucky lying down with you pleasuring him in such an intimate and dominant way, him allowing you to fuck his body, would he even want that? Sitting in Bucky’s embrace, you turned your full attention to him. “How do you feel about it?”

The handsome smirk already displayed across his face was answer enough, but then he readjusted in his seat so that his half-hardening cock brushed against your lap. Bucky leaned his face closer to yours, confidently stating, “I’d want anything you’re willing to give me, mama”.

And this was how Steve’s latest idea had you standing in your bathroom at 3:30 am, completely naked and stepping into a harness as Steve crouched down to help you into it, tightening the straps until comfortable. You were surprised just how cosy it was as the straps wrapped around your hips and between your legs, resting over your cunt without irritation.

Looking down, you couldn’t help but giggle at seeing the dildo pointing out from between your legs. It was thick, probably the same thickness as Steve, which you had a secret suspicion was on purpose; it even had veins along the shafts and balls beneath. Almost on instinct, you gripped it, running your hand up and down just to feel what it was like, but then the searing gaze of Steve’s caught your eye as his hands rested on your thighs.

“Why does that turn me on so much?” Steve mumbled as he stood, dipping to kiss the pulse point on your neck. You lean into the touch, especially as his hands grasp your waist and pull you closer to his naked body, his cock already hard and flush against your abdomen. “I’m half tempted to just ask you to use it on me”, Steve suggested, leaning back to look down at your body to stare at the toy that rested against his thigh.

Before you could ponder over his words, he gently directed you back towards the bedroom where Bucky was naked and lying in the middle of the giant bed, his metal arm casually under his head as he waited for you both to return.

Bucky’s cock was already hard with anticipation and resting against his abdomen, red and visibly pulsing with desire. His eyes darted from your fake cock to Steve’s real one, a smile brightening his handsome face as he sat up on his elbows, announcing, “I can’t fucking wait for this”.

The warmth behind your back disappeared as Steve dragged a cushioned chair to the side of the bed, extending his arm towards Bucky to encourage you to approach your boyfriend. Bucky licked his lips, sitting up fully to help you climb onto the bed and straddle his lap, hands resting on his shoulders and the dildo awkwardly hitting Bucky’s chest as you hadn’t been careful where it was positioned.

You giggled, flustered, hiding your face behind your hair to avoid ruining the moment, but Bucky tilted your chin up so your eyes met his bright blue orbs. “Don’t hide that pretty face from me, Doll”.

The tension that you hadn’t realised was thick in your shoulders loosened as you relaxed further into his touch, fingers caressing his cheeks and gliding over his stubble as his cold and warm hand smoothed over your hips, pulling you closer over his thighs as your dildo brushed his cock. The two of you simultaneously turned towards Steve, waiting for instructions. Still, all he was doing was looking happily and lovingly at you both before he decided, “Kiss each other, make sure you tease him real good, Baby”.

You looked from one man to another and didn’t waste another second before pulling Bucky in for a heated kiss. Lips slid and massaged against each other as he tilted his head first, deepening and thrusting his tongue into your mouth to taste you, moaning as he did so. It was an automatic response to roll your hips and then brush your breasts against his chest, your nipples pebbling at the contact.

Then there were your fingers; you didn’t know where to touch him first because you wanted to touch him everywhere. But you remained on his face for a moment, over his cheek, his jaw, pulling him closer and holding him there before moving to other areas. Your nails scratched over his shoulders, careful not to irate the joining between his flesh and metal arm before running your fingers down each of his muscled arms, enjoying the contrast of the metal components and then the warmth from his muscles on the other arm.

You were loving every hitch of his breath against your mouth, the throb of his cock that brushed against your thigh, but then, Bucky was doing his own teasing. His large hands cupped your arse, massaging the cheeks and pulling you closer until there wasn’t a gap between your fronts. Both of you were grinding against each other, releasing sweet little moans to show how much you were adoring the other.

In fact, the two of you were getting so into it that the whole notion of the strap-on was a distant memory until Steve’s voice interrupted as he instructed, “Bucky, why don’t you touch her cock”.

You couldn’t feel anything at first because it was a sex toy, but then the harness straps tightened around your hips and between your legs, as Bucky's metal hand moved up and down your thick shaft. You broke the kiss, desperate to see the sight as you looked down between your bodies as he even brushed his thumb over the tip as if he was spreading the precum over the dildo. You were mesmerised, moving your hips in a way that the cock brushed into his circled fist.

Bucky was breathing heavily as he moved his lips to your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses and then scraping his sharp, straight teeth against your pulse point, making your moans deepen in pitch, more wetness forming between your legs and soaking the harness strap.

It was a new form of erotism to see Bucky jerking off your fake cock, as if it was a real one; even though you had seen him doing the same movements to Steve, it still made you feel hot under the skin. Especially when you could see how much he was being turned on by it all, his precum coating your thigh from where you were grinding against his shaft.

Steve was leaning forward in the chair, his hands clasped together as he rested them on his knees, his eyes moving up and down your bodies as he tried to not touch his cock for as long as possible, playing his own erotic game. “Think he needs some stretching now; why don’t you lie Bucky back and work your magic. Remember, don’t listen to his whining; just listen to me, Baby Girl”, Steve continued to instruct.

You pushed lightly against Bucky’s shoulders, and he lay back against the soft sheets; you took a moment to take in the beauty of his swollen lips, glazed-over bright eyes and his chest broad and decorated with red lines from where you’d been scratching him.

Trying to maintain confidence, you smiled seductively down at him before beginning a taunting crawl backwards down his body, not keeping your eyes off of his as you stroked the tip of your cock along his lean muscles as you moved.

Settling between his heavy thighs, you didn’t start immediately stretching him, instead continuing to arouse him further by starting with your tongue licking up the entire length of his cock, feeling the soft yet hard member as it throbbed. Bucky gasped, looking down his body to you on your knees, sucking him off, starting slow, tasting the salty clear juices bubbling at the tip before letting the tip rest heavily against your tongue. You sucked him gently at first, the mushroom head of his cock sensitive from the gasps and groans coming from the man beneath you. Further, you took him into your mouth until he tickled the back of your throat.

Only you didn’t stop there as you pulled off the tip with an audible pop before delving south, sucking his balls into your mouth, a move that you knew drove him insane, and you were greeted by his hips thrusting into the air, his cock throbbing, begging to be touched again.

“You’re doing so well teasing him, Sweetheart”, Steve suddenly mumbled from beside you, still on the chair but finally giving in to his internal game as he was stroking his own cock slowly, his hand squeezing and tugging on the end and then down the length.

Seeing the glorious sight beside you of Steve masturbating and Bucky led out in front of you, the ache between your legs was now becoming nearly painful. You were absent-mindedly rutting your hips onto the mattress, letting the strap of the black harness push against your cunt, trying to relieve some of the need.

Reaching over Bucky’s hairy thighs, you fumbled around on the bed from where you’d caught sight of the bottle of lube hidden within the sheets. Finally, you found it and quickly squirted some on your index finger.

Bucky heard the cap of the lube opening and immediately opened his legs to give you a little more room and better access to your finger's intended goal. Releasing your mouth’s grip on his balls, you licked his inner thighs, teasing him further before stroking the lube around his asshole, ensuring it was thoroughly covered before applying some pressure.

Quickly you could breach through the ringed muscle, and simultaneously, you sucked his length back into your mouth. You worked your digit in and out for a minute before adding another finger, angling and curling them until you massaged his prostate.

“Fuck, that feels so good, Doll, don’t fucking stop; you’re doing so well”, Bucky praised, which pulled a smile to your lips as you were still sucking him off. You moan to add more stimulation before adding a third finger. Bucky almost whimpered at the intrusion, more precum leaking onto your tongue as he begged, “More, I want more”.

Steve’s chair creaked as he leaned forward again, and his voice drew your attention to him as he demanded, “Remember, don’t listen to him. Just listen to me”. So this is what you did, as you didn’t rush to do anything further to Bucky, making sure his hole relaxed around your fingers. Bucky sometimes liked to rush moments like this to get to the main event, not caring about the burn from the stretch or any discomfort as he only needed and wanted to be fucked so Steve usually had to be firm with him to make sure he was thoroughly prepped before continuing any further.

You were thankful for Steve’s directions, even though you did all the movements. It was nice that Steve could still tell you when and how to touch Bucky, and now you had a slight inclining as to how Bucky felt all that time ago when he’d first touched you with Steve’s instructions.

“Add another finger”, Steve encouraged, his hand returning to his own cock, never taking his eyes off of every little gasp that Bucky whimpered. Your fourth finger inserted into Bucky as your mouth continued to tease and tempt Bucky closer to the orgasm that you knew he was dangerously close to. You were shocked to have so many fingers into his hole, having never usually been the one to stretch him out, but then you remembered just how big Steve’s fingers were, and he usually prepped Bucky with more force than your dainty fingers were doing.

The mafia leader finally stands up from his perched position, but only so that he can sit next to Bucky’s head, his hard soothing over the man's throat and forcing him to look up at him. “How does she feel?”

“So fucking good”, Bucky groaned as he began to rock his hips to push your fingers deeper. “But”, he continued, “if she keeps sucking me off like that, I’m going to cum before we even get started”.

You pull off with a sheepish smile, looking between your two boyfriends, but you keep your fingers inside. Steve smirked at you briefly before dipping his face to kiss Bucky, holding his hand around his throat and forcing his tongue into the other's mouth. You watched, all hot breaths and swapping saliva, battling for dominance that both wanted and neither would be willing to succumb to. Only as you removed your fingers from Bucky did the man force his head away from Steve to look down at you.

“Please, fuck me already, hot mama”.

You looked towards Steve, waiting for him to tell you to do as Bucky wished verbally but instead, he moved off the bed and came up behind you, kneeling on the bed. Without a word, he helped you to your knees, pushing back Bucky’s legs even further so that you had better access to move forward. With further lube coating the dildo between your legs, Steve pointed the toy towards Bucky’s prepped and begging hole.

Gently, Steve nudged you forward, slowly and watching Bucky’s expressions over your shoulders as inch after inch of your cock stretched the man’s asshole. You were in awe at seeing Bucky’s reaction, the way his fists gripped the sheets beside him, his cock dribbled with his juices and was red and aching against his abdomen. His eyebrows were furrowed, and his mouth gaped open so that all his gasps were unfiltered.

The man behind you moved his hands to your hips, where they rested warm and heavy against your skin, pushing you further and further until your hips were flush against Bucky and the length of the blue dildo was penetrated within him.

It took a couple of thrusts to know how you were supposed to move, finding the right rhyme that felt good for you and Bucky, who was an absolute mess beneath you. You started slow and shallow, knowing that the dildo was moving deep and stretching areas your fingers couldn’t reach.

You were also distracted by Steve, who had begun to kiss along your bare shoulder, up the length of your sensitive neck and to the shell of your ear, where he nibbled on the lobe. “Do you like seeing Bucky like this beneath you? Do you see why we both love being dominant? There’s nothing better than seeing your lover sprawled beneath you, responding so well to your touches, until they're sobbing with need, their thoughts only of you and nothing else. I love it so much, making you feel good and seeing you make Bucky feel good”.

You’d begun thrusting harder, driven by Steve’s words and moaning yourself at his explanation. But then you’re halting as Steve starts to move your thighs apart so that he can slip his fingers from your hips, over your mouth and between your legs, pressing on the harness directly over your clit.

“Let me just move these out of the way. I bet you’re dripping, aren’t you, baby?” Steve mumbled against your neck as he moved the straps to the side to caress his fingers through your drenched folds. He chuckled as he confirmed his suspicions, “Always so wet for us; you’re just such a good girl. I think it’s about time to treat our good girl; what do you think, Buck?”

“If you don’t fuck her, I will”, Bucky decided as his hands released their grip on the sheets to begin fondling your tits, twisting and flicking on your nipples and making your hips snap forward harshly.

Steve shifted once again behind you, and before you could even moan his name, his cock slid between your legs and pushed into your soaked, aching pussy. Your hands reached out to grab onto anything and ended up grasping Bucky’s wrists, your eyes shutting and hips pausing as you thrived at the stretching from the Blonde’s cock.

Bucky readjusted his hands so that both of your fingers were linked together, holding you up as you took a moment to get used to the size of Steve as he kissed along your neck to help soothe you. “Feeling good, Sweetheart?” Steve asked, smugness evident in his tone.

“So-... So good”, you stuttered over your words as you tried to accommodate his length, groaning as he finally bottomed out and his tip pushed into your cervix.

“Now the real fun begins”, Steve grunted as he pulled out and pushed back in, causing your hips to snap forward and fuck into Bucky. The two of you gasped at the movement, and then you truly realised Steve’s plan. In this position, as Steve fucked into you, it caused you to thrust into Bucky so effectively; Steve was fucking both of you at the same time, which was probably why he had found a dildo that was similar in size to his own cock.

“Holy shit!” Bucky groaned, his back arching as his hands gripped tightly around yours as Steve began to move faster, the wet sounds echoing around the bedroom as the morning sun began to seep through the gap in the curtains.

Steve rested one hand against your hip, and the other reached around your body to grab your hand, pulling it out of Bucky’s grasp but only so that he could move it down to the man’s cock, wrapping your fingers around his shaft and then covering your hand in his. Matching his thrust, Steve used your hand to jerk off Bucky, and this only made your walls tighten around Steve at seeing the man beneath you crying out.

You knew Bucky was trying not to cum, Steve knew Bucky was trying not to cum, and Bucky was desperately in his own world of attempting to prolong the pleasure. He never wanted it to end. Even as his shaft hardened and his moans became more urgent, he still tried to will his body to not orgasm.

However, this all went out of the window as you had the sudden confidence to say, “I want you to cum for us, Bucky; I know you want to”.

It was almost instantaneous. Bucky’s eyes shut as his back arched further, his hands falling back to his side as long streaks of hot cum lathered up his chest as he came hard, his hips thrusting around your dildo and his cock into your hand.

Steve grunted over your shoulder, his movements quickening as he reached his peak, but he, like Bucky, tried to hold it back. Releasing the grip on Bucky’s spent cock, he reached between your thighs and stroked against your clit, pressing harshly and snapping his hips into yours.

It was like a burst of warmth and tingles spread from your abdomen, over your pussy and down your thighs as you came, slumping forward against Bucky’s chest as you lost any energy you had. Your pussy spasmed around Steve and he heaved a finally harsh thrust into you before he was pouring his seed into your hole, seeping out of the edges and pooling onto the sheets below.

The three of you tried to catch your breaths, not rushing to move as you each kissed random body parts lovingly, not quite having the energy to express how much you loved each other, but the touches conveyed the message thoroughly enough.

Steve was the first to move, kissing between your shoulder blades once before pulling out and then carefully beginning to help you ease out of Bucky, who gasped at the loss of the dildo. Next, Steve helped you stand on wobbly knees, only briefly so that he could clean between your legs with a warm washcloth and remove the harness from your body.

You then turned to Bucky and helped to clean all the cum and lube off of his body and then collapsed onto his chest, cuddling close as his arms wrapped around your shoulders as he kissed the top of your head. Steve did the same on Bucky’s other side, kissing your head and then Bucky wrapping his big arms around the man's abdomen and laying his hand over yours. No further words needed to be said; Steve finally found the calm that came from being with you and Bucky, the ideas and thoughts quietening in his mind as he found the peace he’d been craving all night.

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Cuddle bug

PAIRING | Boyfriend!Steve Rogers x Girlfriend!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT | ~ 900 words

SUMMARY | Steve comes home from a long mission, and all he wants is to be cuddled up in bed with his favorite person. However, your shared secret threatens to be spilled when your good friend walks in the door and finds the two of you in bed together.

RATING | Teen (T)

WARNINGS/TAGS | Established (secret) relationship, use of nickname (Doll).

A/N | This little drabble is written based on a request I received from a sweet Anon! As soon as I saw this prompt, I couldn't resist writing a little something, so I hope you will all enjoy it! This is proofread by the amazing @ccbsrmsf1, for which I'm forever grateful. I love you 🩷

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Main Masterlist | Steve Rogers Masterlist

Steve has been away on an extended mission—three and a half weeks and counting—and you're missing him more than ever. The two of you started dating only a few months ago, though it mainly takes place behind closed doors. You cannot get enough of one another whenever you are alone. Still, when other people are around, it is strictly professional—apart from the occasional reassuring smile you give one another.

Within the Avengers, there is no opposition to team members dating. Still, Steve has specifically asked to keep your relationship a secret because he wants to explore the connection between you two. It is the perfect way to get to know each other personally, and the last few months have been amazing because of that.

Now, you find yourself in your bedroom, curled up in your comfiest armchair with a good book and Alpine beside you. Since Bucky is on the same mission as Steve, you have taken over her care, and she's purring away in her sleep on the windowsill, enjoying the warm spring sun.

Just as you're about to finish your chapter, you hear a knock on your door, and you look up, expecting Natasha or maybe Tony to come by, but when you see who walks in the door, you smile brightly. Steve is back from his mission.

"Hi, Doll. I missed you," he tells you as he walks into the room, and your book lies abandoned in your chair. He's still wearing his suit and the shield on his back, letting you know he came to visit you right away, and it makes the butterflies in your stomach go wild.

"Steve, you're back already! I thought you would be gone for another few days!" Your arms are wrapped around his waist as you plaster yourself against his chest. His heartbeat thumps against your cheek as he gives you soft kisses on the top of your head. His hands rub soothingly over your back as he inhales your sweet scent.

"Mission got wrapped up early, so I figured I'd come home to my girl as soon as possible," Steve says. You lift your head to meet his gaze, warmth spreading through your cheeks as he calls you his girl.

"I love it when you call me your girl; it makes me feel special," you say shyly, and Steve can't help but chuckle.

"I'm glad because I cannot stop calling you that," he tells you before kissing you in a sweet, soft kiss. You two take your time to bask in one another's familiarity, but he pulls away when he can feel a shiver run down your spine.

"I think it's time we had some cuddles, Doll. You're shivering," he whispers, and you nod.

"That sounds good. You know I can't warm up properly with you there," you tell him, and he smiles knowingly. Before you know it, Steve has put down the shield, and his suit is folded neatly on top. As he bends down to put his boots away as well, you happen to glance over, and you're met with the glorious sight of Steve's butt being wrapped perfectly by his light blue boxer briefs, highlighting it beautifully.

"Hmm, so that is America's ass," you say jokingly. You have seen it clothed and bare countless times, but you still can't help saying it. The bright red flush covering Steve's cheeks has you smiling wide, and you can't get enough of the sight.

You have also taken your clothes off, being left in your underwear as you crawl under the covers with Steve. Due to the super soldier serum, his body temperature is always warmer than a regular person's, so he makes a perfect cuddle companion during the nights and colder months.

"Welcome back, Steve. I missed you and your warmth so much," you whisper when you're lying in his arms, your leg thrown over his, his arm wrapped around you, and your head on his chest. The comforter is pulled up to your chin, and you're just about to fall asleep when you hear a few knocks on your door.

"Y/N? I'm here to pick up Alpine!" you hear Bucky's voice carry through the door before he swings it open, and you immediately sit upright in the bed, clutching the comforter to your chest, leaving Steve exposed in the bed in the process.

"B-Bucky, hi!" you say as embarrassment floods your body that you're caught in bed with your boyfriend. Bucky's face turns bright red as he looks at the two of you, his mouth opening and closing without words as he tries to understand what's happening. Without saying another word, he turns around and closes the door behind him, leaving you two to wonder what just happened.

"I should go talk to him, Doll," Steve says as he leans in for a kiss, which you happily give him.

"Okay, but only if you promise to come back soon. I can't miss you for too long again!" you tell him, and he nods with a smile before jumping into his pants. The rest of his suit and his shield are left behind as he runs after Bucky to explain what is going on between you two.

While you were embarrassed at first, you're also a little relieved that you can finally share the love between you two with someone. This is going to be the first step to telling everyone about your relationship, too. It won't be long before you don't have to carry this secret around anymore, and you're looking forward to that day finally being here.

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It’s happening!!! We [ @jamneuromain and I ] are working on the Boxer Steve au!!! It’s a wonderful, sweet, angsty and humorous story. There’ll be a great friendship, many mistakes and awful misunderstandings…will they make it?

Broken bones and broken hearts

Boxer Steve Rogers x best friend Reader

Series summary:

Steve Rogers was ( the love of your life ) your best friend. He was an excellent boxer, perfect when in his element. He was intelligent and wholesome, always gentle with animals, smiling at every dog he walked past-even in the dog park. He was a good man. His heart was pure.

How could you not love him?

He would be the best boyfriend you could have. But he was also the best friend you could ask for and you wouldn’t give that up.

And Steve? Steve was clueless. But he loved you with his whole heart and more.

They always say friends shouldn’t cross the line. Shouldn’t sleep with each other.

And they were right.

You shouldn’t have done it.

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boo! surprise bitches! i'm doing kinktober this year! finally doing it! bet you didn't see that one coming, did you hehe 🕸

there is a good mix of both short and long stories coming your way throughout this (and i will also still occasionally post other fics this month that aren't related to this). also, a handful of these fics are darker in nature, thought it was fitting for halloween, so remember to read the warnings, if there's something that's not for you then please, as always, be kind to yourself and don't read the story.

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day one | sore

stepbro!sirius black x cheerleader!reader + dubcon massage

day two | don't smile

steve rogers + throat fucking + size kink

day three | stuffed

devil!eddie munson & angel!steve harrington + tentecles + double penetration in one hole

day four | a little fashion show

best friend!stiles stilinski + lingerie

day five | stay still

peter parker + bondage

day six | hold up, let me record this

jj maybank + tittyfucking + sextape

day seven | the palace guards

guards!poly!marauders x princess!reader + secrets relationship

day eight | it’s practically like we’re down there with them

mob boss!bucky barnes + exhibitionism

day nine | keep that pretty mouth shut

tommy shelby + keep quiet quickie

day ten | I couldn’t find it in me to wake you

poe dameron + somno thigh fucking

day eleven | I just want you a little longer all to myself

matt murdock + secret office sex

day twelve | nothing more than a toy

rafe cameron + using you like a toy to masturbate with

day thirteen | I still got a few rounds left in me

boxer!steve rogers + bathtub sex

day fourteen | open your fucking mouth

dark!wild west cowboy!joel miller + gun kink

day fifteen | tiny

miguel o'hara x fairy!reader + extreme size difference

day sixteen | the wall between us

cult member!steve harrington + fem glory hole + breeding

day seventeen | be a rebel, be bad, stay here and cuddle with me

spencer reid + aftercare

day eighteen | pleasant pile of pillows

brother's best friend!james potter + pillow humping

day nineteen | ring ring

sam winchester x reader x bf!dean winchester + phone sex + cheating

day twenty | window

perv!neighbour!billy russo + voyeurism

day twenty-one | say yes

fiancé!bruce wayne + possessiveness

day twenty-two | i can think of something better than that

bucky barnes + anal

day twenty-three | double check

dark!professor!ben solo + power imbalance + manipulation

day twenty-four | maroon

vampire!remus lupin + biting + blood kink

day twenty-five | i want you

pirate captain!miguel o'hara + sex as payment

day twenty-six | teamwork

pro football team!avengers (bf!steve rogers, bucky barnes, pietro maximoff, clint barton, sam wilson, tony stark, thor odinson) + gangbang

day twenty-seven | my little flower

din djarin + fantasy au + cockwarming

day twenty-eight | hysteria

doctor!aleksander morozova x hysteria patient!reader + historical au + fuck machine

day twenty-nine | can't fight the moonlight

werewolf!bucky barnes x gf!reader + predator/prey + monsterfucking

day thirty | magical mimic

eddie munson x witch!reader + magical mutual masturbation

day thirty-one | you can’t put it in

stepbro!peter parker + halloween pussyjob

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[sweetsbfreex]

drunk and obsessed

Summary: a little something about a drunk steve. in the mafia steve universe

Pairing: drunk!mafia! steve rogers x reader

Warning: none rlly

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“Baby, baby,” you giggle, a bit tipsy, as you try your hardest to fit the key into the door's lock. “I can’t open the door with you all over me.”

You laugh once more when Steve begins kissing your neck once again. His trimmed beard tickles your neck. 

On the other hand, Steve had a bit too much to drink. And that's all your doing. 

You know he feels he can never have too much to drink at these events, especially with you there. The events are filled with some of the most inimical people worldwide. So he always wants to be on his A-game for you. But that’s what body guards are for, you had argued. Pushing for him to have the time of his life with some of his friends.

Now here he was: drunk and his body cradling yours, as the two of you struggle to get in the house. 

“I just love you, baby,” his words slur as he kisses your cheek. 

“I love you too,” You tell him, so close to getting the fucking key to fit. 

“I can’t wait to get you inside,” his voice rich and husky as he seals his promise. 

“Baby, I don’t even think you could get it up right now.”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Steve removes himself as your shell, both arms up in defense while he takes a few steps back.  

When your senses finally catch up that he’s no longer hovering over you. You quickly turn, just stopping him before he tumbles down the step. 

You hold both his hands, then let one go to grab the side of this face, “Honey, your drunk off your ass right now—“

“I am not! You just called my game weak,”

“That’s not what I said, but I need you to stand silently so I can open the door, okay?”

“Okay, pretty” he answers, landing a soft peck on your lips.

You smile as you finally open the door, reaching behind you to clasp Steve’s hand so you can pull him in. 

You close the door behind him, toeing your shoes off, giggling when he has trouble with his. But five ‘fucks’ later, he finally gets it done. 

“Woooo!!” Steve shoots his hand up in a v, as if his team just won the super bowl. 

You’re quick to drop his arms back down to his sides, “Shhh, baby. You’re screaming.”

“I am?! I’m sorry,” his hands cup your cheeks as he pulls you for yet another kiss. 

“Honey,” you laugh into his sloppy kiss. “Let’s go to bed, hm? And get some water into you.”

“I don’t wanna do bed,” he whines. “I wanna do you,” he smirks, moving one hand to grip your hip.

“Tomorrow, okay? I’m really tired.” You feign a dramatic yawn. 

“You are? Okay, that’s okay, okay?” he kisses your nose this time. 

Drunk sex isn’t something that hasn’t been checked off your and Steve’s list. But Steve is sloshed and can barely walk straight, so sex would not be on the menu for tonight. 

“Let’s head up.” You wrap his arm over your shoulder, walking up the steps carefully. 

-

He’s sitting at the end of the bed, his coat beside him, as you unbutton his dress shirt. You would’ve let him do it himself, but he was struggling with his lack of hand-eye coordination. Playfully slapping your hand every time your hands got close to his shirt. Giggling and joking that there would be no sexy times. That was until he had made you oath you’d keep your hands innocent. 

Ever your affectionate, drunk lover. 

“Are you sure you feel alright? Don't need to throw up or anything?” You ask Steve once again. 

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” he tells you then takes another swig of water.

It only takes ten minutes until he’s in his sweatpants, with no boxers (under his request). You’re changed and ready for bed, tired out from an eventful day. Steve’s favorite movie playing in the background. 

Steve cuddles up close, half his brawny body on yours, his leg splayed over yours, and his head nestled on your chest. 

Your fingers run through his hair soothingly. 

“Y/n?”

You hum a response.

“Thank you for taking care of me, I love you too,” 

“I love you too.” you laugh breathily at his mistake. 

A comfortable pause ensues. 

“Y/n?” His hand shimmies under your t-shirt, to caress your soft skin. 

“Yes, honey,” you can’t help but laugh at the way he calls for your attention. You don’t think you’ve heard your actual name from his mouth so consistently. 

“I think I wanna— I know I want to start trying soon. I wanna be a dad, a good dad.”

Your hand stills.

“What?” Your voice is quiet and relayed with shock. Your heart no longer in your chest. 

He wants to try. The two of you tied the knot two months ago. However, talk of whether you guys wanted to start a family or not was shut down by Steve every time. You never wanted to push, but you also wanted to know what to expect. 

Either way, He was adamant that he wasn’t ready. There was no way he could raise a baby to be half a decent human being with his trauma lingering in the shadows, among other things

He sits up abruptly, “I know, I know. I’m not sober, but I’m not lying either. I’m ready, honey… if you are.” He grabs your hand and kisses your knuckles.

“Okay,” you smile, “If you remember, we’ll continue this conversation tomorrow?”

“Okay.” He kisses your cheek before cuddling into you once again. “I wanna be the perfect dad, y/n. The best.”

“You will be.” 

You tell him sweetly, your eyes stinging as you run your fingers through his hair once more. 

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a/n: srry it's been so long, college keeps me busy 24/7! here's this as i try and finish binky fairy pt. 2

if you enjoyed pls don’t forget to reblog or give feedback if ur up to it <3

[bittersweet-in-boston]

New series! Yeehaw

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

I have a request of a quick smutty piece for bearded Steve rogers. Y/N has been missing her boyfriend and she finds him sitting like this during an avengers party… and the rest I’ll let you work on that. 🥹🥹❤️🥵😏 take your time.. of course! 💖🩷🩷🩵🤍

Want You » Steve Rogers/Captain America

Pairings: Boyfriend!Steve Rogers x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Y/N has been missing Steve a lot lately.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, fingering, (f receiving), unprotected sex, praise kink, pet names (honey, sweetheart)

I hope you like it and thank you for requesting!🩵🩷 @katherineswritingsblog

Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

DIVIDER IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to @firefly-graphics

You walked through the Avengers Compound to the main room, looking for your boyfriend. You saw him across the room, sitting in a chair with a drink in his hand and talking to Bucky. You walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. Steve looked up at you and smiled. He lifted your hand and kissed it.

“I hope I’m not interrupting.” You say, looking from Steve to Bucky.

“No not at all. I was about to get another drink.” Bucky says, standing up. “It’s nice to see you, Y/N.” He smiles before walking away.

“You too, Bucky.” You smiled back.

Steve motioned for you to sit on his lap which you did. He wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you close to him.

“I was wondering where you were, sweetheart.” Steve says.

Steve’s eyes scanned your dress, loving the way it looks on your body.

“I missed you.” You say with a pout.

“I missed you too.” He says.

“No, I missed you.” You say.

You leaned in, kissing his lips. Steve tightened his grip on your waist. You pulled away, looking into his eyes and biting your bottom lip.

“Let’s go somewhere private.” You say in almost a whisper.

“You read my mind, sweetheart.” Steve says.

You two stand up, hand and hand, leaving the main room to go somewhere more private. You guys found a dimly lit supply closet and went in there quickly before anyone seen you two. The second the door shut, Steve kissed you hungrily and backed you up so your back was against the wall.

“Want you.” You say against his lips.

“You’ll get me, honey.” He says.

He moved his lips down to your neck. You gasped when you felt his teeth nip your skin, hard enough to leave a hickey. His beard scratched your skin in the way you love so much.

“Fuck me please.” You begged.

“Fuck, alright.” He sighs.

Steve unbuckled his belt and undid his pants while you took your panties off and bunched your dress up above your hips. You watched as he pulled his cock out of his boxers. His tip leaking with precum. He picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. He rubbed his cock in between your wet folds, coating his cock with your wetness. He blindly found your entrance and slowly slid his cock inside of you, inch by inch causing your jaw to drop. Steve thrusts were slow and loving, which you love, but you wanted more.

“Faster!” You begged.

Steve didn’t need to be told twice. His hands got a better grip on your hips before he started fucking you faster. The sound of skin slapping filled the room.

“Oh my god, yes!” You moaned, throwing your head back against the wall.

Your hands gripped his shoulders, your nails digging into the material of his button up shirt.

“You feel so fucking good, honey.” Steve says in your ear.

Steve placed his lips on yours, kissing you hungrily. You put your hand on the back of his head to intensify the kiss.

“I missed you.” You say against his lips.

“I missed you too.” He says.

His fingers found their way down to your clit and began rubbing it. You gasped and threw your head back.

“Fuck yes, Stevie!” You moaned.

“Missed this, didn’t you, sweetheart?” Steve says.

“Mhmm so much!” You moaned.

“I missed it too.” He says pants.

His fingers rubbed faster on your clit causing your pussy to clench around his cock.

“I’m not gonna last long if you keep doing that.” Steve moans, tilting his head back.

His thrusts got faster and his fingers rubbing your clit made your orgasm come closer and closer.

“Stevie, I’m gonna cum!” You whimpered.

“Cum for me, sweetheart.” Steve whispers in your ear.

That’s was enough to send you over the edge. His name left your lips as you came. Steve’s grip on you tightened when he felt his orgasm nearing.

“Shit!” Steve curses, leaning his forehead against your shoulder.

You felt him cum inside of you, painting your walls. His thrusts came to a slow stop. You guys took a moment to catch your breath before he pulled out of you. Steve gently put you back on the ground and you two got redressed. You were about to open the door, but Steve cupped your cheeks and kissed you passionately.

“Round 2 later?” Steve asks.

“You read my mind, Captain.” You grinned against his lips.

-Bucky’s Doll

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More Than This 3

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x f!reader, Steve Rogers & f!reader

Word Count: ~5.8k

Summary: Arranged marriages have always been used to solidify business deals among the ultra-wealthy. Your stepfather wants to be in business with Harlan Thrombey, so now it's your turn.

Warnings: Heavy angst, age difference, adult themes, institutional sexism, multiple references to vomit (but nothing graphic, I don't think), attempted sex that makes everyone sad - dubcon on both sides, explicit language, the slooowest burn - Warnings will be added as needed for subsequent parts. All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

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A/N: Alright friends, here we go! Now we're really in it.

A gigantic thank you, as always, to @paperweight91 for reading so much of this and talking it all through with me, especially the last section, which I've been anxious about since I originally conceived of it ages ago. You're the best, Chelsea!

Any comment, reblog, or ask to let me know what you think will be greatly appreciated. And if you need to come scream at me, that's ok too!

As always, thank you so much for reading! 💜

You heard Ransom get up in the early hours of the morning and stumble into the bathroom to retch. You were glad he didn’t choke on his vomit, you guessed. You were still on the couch with the TV turned down low. You wondered if he’d come out and see what you were doing, but he just stumbled back to the bed when he was done. 

You didn’t hear him again for several more hours. In that time, you mostly watched TV, dozed a little, fucked around on your phone. Time passed slowly, but it still passed. Soon, the sun was coming up. You were moving across the country today. Your new life was starting whether you wanted it or not.

A few hours later you heard the beginnings of movement in the bedroom. You called down to room service and ordered two carafes of coffee, along with a few different breakfast options, ranging from light to extremely greasy. You didn’t know what his hangovers were like, what they required. But you knew that an especially moody Ransom wouldn’t do you any good. So, a peace offering of a sort. 

The food arrived before he’d shown his face. As you looked at the cart, you thought that while you were trying to start things as well as you could for your own good, it didn’t erase everything he’d done the day before, how he’d treated you. So you made no effort to be quiet as you laid out the food and got the coffee ready. You may have banged the metal covers together as noisily as you could. 

“What the fuck?” Ransom grumbled as he came stumbling out of the bedroom in just his boxer briefs. “Why is there noise?”

“Coffee,” you said, handing him the mug you’d filled. “I didn’t know how you take it.”

He took a sip and just grunted at you and then turned around and went back into the bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

You busied yourself by getting your own coffee and munching on some toast. You still had no appetite but figured you should probably eat something. 

A few minutes later, he came back out with a now empty mug. He stopped and stared at you. “Am I still drunk or are you still wearing your wedding dress?”

You tried not to let your embarrassment show. “I couldn’t get it off by myself, so…” you trailed off and shrugged. 

He looked at you for another moment then nodded once. “Give me a minute,” he said, as he poured himself another cup. He drank it quickly, then briefly held his head in his hands. When he looked back up, he took a deep breath, then mumbled “OK.” He came up behind you and lightly touched your dress. “Is there a trick to it?” he asked as he ran a finger down the seam. 

“It’s a long line of hook-and-eyes, you know?”

He hummed and then started at the top. As he worked, he grumbled to himself, which made you feel a little better about not being able to get it off. You’d never stop being surprised by how gentle his hands were. It seemed to be in complete opposition to every other part of him. When he was about halfway down, his knuckles lightly grazed the bare skin of your back and a shudder ran through your whole body. “Sorry,” he said, softly. You just shook your head and didn’t say anything.

When he was done, he quickly took a step back. You held your dress to you, trying to preserve your modesty, even though you knew how silly that was. You just weren’t ready for him to see you, although you doubted that that mattered. “Thank you,” you whispered.

He nodded again, then “You mind if I take the first shower?”

You shook your head and he disappeared into the ensuite. 

About an hour and a half later, you sat with him in the back of a town car, on your way to the private airfield where one of his family’s planes awaited you. Neither of you said anything. Ransom was staring at something on his phone, while you put all your energy into trying not to have a panic attack. You had no idea what was waiting for you in Boston. You weren’t ready for this. You couldn’t do it.

As the car pulled up to the hangar, you were beyond relieved to see Steve already waiting there, Lola’s travel crate at his feet. The moment the car was parked and turned off, you lept out, not waiting for anyone to open the door for you. You bent down in front of Lola’s crate first and carefully stuck your fingers through the door. “Hi, baby, I missed you.” She kissed your fingers and then whined to be let out. “Not yet, honey,” you said softly. “You have to wait til we’re on the plane.”

You stood up and faced Steve, who was looking you over carefully. “How are you doing?” he asked seriously.

You shrugged and sighed. “Freaking out a little, I guess, but it’ll be fine.”

“And if it isn’t, you’ll call me,” he said, voice firm. “I don’t care where you are or what time it is, you call me. Ok?” You nodded. He opened his mouth to say more, but then the call of your name came from over your shoulder.

You turned to see Ransom standing between you and the jet. Your heart dropped. No, not yet. You needed more time. You needed to be able to actually say goodbye. You couldn’t– “I’ll be on the plane,” he said, voice still scratchy and tired, sunglasses firmly on, despite the overcast day. “Take your time.” He turned around and began walking up the stairs. 

You just stared after him for a moment, surprised. When you turned back to Steve, his lips were curled in disgust. But then the expression quickly changed to something much sadder. “I should have done more,” he said, “gotten you out of here, sent you away or something. I can’t–”

“Steve.” you interrupted. “Please stop. It’s no use now.” You couldn’t listen to any more of this. It had always been inevitable; it’d always been what you were for. Imagining anything else was useless. 

Neither of you said anything for a moment, then he looked around and asked, “Are Dad and Lydia on their way?” 

You tried to keep any hurt out of your expression when you said, “No, something important came up for Joseph and you know Mom has a hard time going anywhere by herself.” You ignored the cracks you heard in your own voice.

Steve’s brow furrowed in confusion and upset. “I would have picked her up,” he said. “Hell, I’ll go get her right now.” 

“I know,” you said sadly. “I told her that, but you know how she is.” You dropped your eyes, not able to look at the anger you knew you’d see on Steve’s face. You were angry too, you were, but mostly now you were just sad. And after thinking about it all night, you honestly weren’t sure how much anger she deserved. She’d been broken for a long time. It’d happened before you’d even known her, probably. It’d been unfair, maybe, to expect her to be strong for you now when she’d never been able to be that before.

Steve said your name and you looked up at him. “You don’t deserve this,” he said firmly. “I know I’ve said it before, but I really need you to understand it. None of this is what you deserve.”

You didn’t know what to say to that, so you just nodded and muttered, “OK.” 

He sighed and shook his head, then pulled you into his arms. “I’m going to miss you so fucking much,” he said into your hair. “I don’t know what I’m going to do without having you just a few minutes away to annoy whenever I want.”

You huffed a laugh into his shoulder. “I’m going to miss you too,” you said. “So much. Even when you’re being so annoying.” The tears were starting now, you weren’t able to hold them back. You pulled back and briefly got a good enough look at Steve’s face to see that his eyes were wet, too, before he knelt in front of Lola’s crate.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said quietly. “I’m going to miss you too. You take good care of your mom for me.” 

You couldn’t help the little sob that came out of you at that. Fuck. Steve had been stuck to your side since you were six years old. Through absolutely everything. He’d been the one person you could count on for as long as you could remember. And now you were being dragged away from him. 

He stood up and pulled you into another hug. “You’re so strong,” he whispered right in your ear. “Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

When he pulled back, you knew it was time to go, but you didn’t know how to pull yourself away. This all felt so final.

“Let me know when you land,” he said. “And when you get to the house. And just–” he sighed. “Everything. I want to know everything, ok?”

You nodded and tried to brush the tears from your eyes. “Yeah, ok,” you said, knowing you’d send him the exact amount of information that would keep him from worrying too much. You picked up the dog crate. You locked eyes with him one last time. “I love you.”

His voice was thick when he responded, “I love you too. I’m going to sit right here until you’ve taken off, ok? I’ll be right here.”

“You’re a good brother,” you said, as you slowly took your first step backward, toward the jet. 

“Yes. I am,” he said with a smile that was half cocky and half absolutely heartbreaking. 

With one last deep breath and an “OK,” that was mostly to yourself, you forced yourself to turn around and make your way to the stairs up to the jet. Once you were halfway up, you looked over your shoulder. Steve was leaning against his car. He gave you an encouraging smile and a small wave. You nodded and took the last few steps to board the plane.

A flight attendant was standing right there to greet you. “Welcome aboard, Mrs. Drysdale,” she said and you couldn’t help the way your mouth dropped open in shock. Mrs. Drysdale. That’s who you were now. You tried to pull yourself together and let her show you into the main cabin. It was mostly open, with a few plush seats and tables scattered around. Ransom was already in one, fully reclined with a sleep mask pulled over his eyes. He made no indication that he was awake, so you asked the attendant for a mask for yourself and a glass of water. As she went to fulfill your request, you opened Lola’s little cage and picked her up when she came out. She was nervous, shaking with her little tail tucked between her legs. “It’ll be ok,” you said softly, the tears threatening to stream down again. You took a deep breath and settled the both of you into a seat as far from Ransom as you could get in the small private jet. You gave Lola gentle pets until she sat down on your lap. “We’ll just take a nap,” you said, “and it’ll be over before we know it.”

“What the fuck is that?”

You woke with a start and pulled off your sleep mask. “Huh?” You sat up to see Ransom and Lola locked in a staredown. 

“What is that?”

“I told you that I had a dog,” you said, confused. 

“That!” Ransom yelled, pointing at Lola, “is not a dog. That’s a long-haired rat!”

“Hey!” you yelled back, just as Lola started retching. “Oh, baby, no!” You knelt down next to her just as she puked right at Ransom’s feet.

“What the shit?!” he cried out, jumping back. 

“She’s stressed, ok? It’s not like I can explain to her what a plane is or where we’re going!” You grabbed what was left of your water and the napkin the flight attendant had brought with the glass and tried to clean it up. “Shit,” you mumbled to yourself.

“What are you doing?” He stood over you with his hands on his hips.

“I’m cleaning it up so you don’t freak out, ok? It’ll be fine, just give me a minute.”

“Get up.”

“What?”

“You don’t need to do that. The crew probably has a steam cleaner or something. My dad uses this plane. I’m sure they’ve seen worse.” He walked to the front of the cabin and knocked on the divider. When the attendant came, Ransom quietly told her, “The dog got sick. I assume you have something to clean it up.” 

She nodded and quickly came out with a portable steam cleaner and made quick work of Lola’s mess. 

“Thank you,” you told her.

“No problem at all, Mrs. Drysdale,” she smiled and went back to the galley.

“Well, that’s a real mindfuck,” Ransom said as he flopped back into his seat. He glared down at Lola, “She gonna do that again?”

“I don’t know,” you said, gently picking her up and holding her close to try to comfort her.

He pulled his sleep mask down over his eyes. “Great, love being a rat-dog owner.”

“She isn’t your dog,” you said curtly. 

“Whatever. This hangover is still pounding against my skull. Wake me when we land.” 

When you landed in Boston, Ransom led you to where his vintage beamer was parked and you both squeezed into it. The slightly hysterical thought struck you that it wouldn’t be suitable at all once there was a baby to cart around. You pushed that thought away. No use getting ahead of yourself.

Ransom’s house was on the edge of the city, surrounded by more trees than you expected. From the outside, it was mostly glass. Very modern. It felt cold.

He parked the car and grabbed the few bags you both had with you. The rest of your things would be delivered the next day. He showed you inside without much pomp or circumstance, just walked in ahead of you, and left the door open.

The majority of the first floor seemed to be one large, open-plan room. It was sparsely decorated and the pieces that were there seemed to be lifted wholesale from the pages of an upscale furniture catalog. There was nothing of Ransom in this house. Not that you really knew him well enough to say, but you didn’t think there was any information to be gleaned from his living space either. It all felt very empty. It was not what you had expected.

You set Lola down on the hardwood floor and she immediately ran off to explore. You crossed your fingers that she wouldn’t get into anything, not able to forget Ransom’s threat that he’d make you get rid of her if she messed anything up. You glanced over at Ransom to gauge if he was upset that you’d let her roam on her own, but he wasn’t paying any attention, leafing through a pile of mail left on the kitchen island. 

He must have felt you watching him, because without looking up he said, “Bedroom’s upstairs. I’ll bring our things up later.”

You nodded even though he wasn’t looking at you. You grabbed your bag, not wanting to wait for him, and made your way up the staircase in the middle of the living room. Judging by how he’d treated you so far, you figured he planned to tuck you away in some guest room, out of his way except for when he needed you. It wasn’t unheard of in marriages like this, and you would honestly be grateful to have your own space. But as you looked through the rooms upstairs, you found a home gym, a study, and 2 storage rooms. There’d also been a bathroom and a few closets. The only room left had to be his, but you couldn’t imagine he’d want to share that with you. You very gingerly walked in and set your bag at the foot of the bed. You didn’t spend any more time there, afraid that you might be wrong.

When you went back downstairs, he was now rummaging through his fridge. “I put my bag in the bedroom upstairs,” you said to his back. 

He just grunted his assent, then came out with two glass containers in his hands. He plated them both and put one in the microwave. “I have a housekeeper that comes three times a week and usually prepares meals for the whole week. You can give her any food preferences you have.”

You nodded. “I enjoy cooking,” you said, your mother's advice to ‘keep him happy’ floating in your mind. “I can make dinner too, sometimes.”

He nodded and shrugged as he took the plate out of the microwave and placed it in front of you on the island. You took a seat on one of the stools. “If you want,” he said, “but I don’t expect it.” He put his own plate in the microwave.

“Do you have any other staff?” you asked.

He shook his head. “Not for the house, not right now.”

You understood the implication that the staff would grow as your family did. A nanny, a driver, a gardener maybe, if you moved to a house that required one.

It was the lack of a driver that made you nervous. You’d never gone without one at home. You also hadn’t seen a large garage on the property, so you guessed there weren’t any extra cars around. You felt stuck in this house already, shut in like he didn’t want you to leave.

When his food was heated, he sat beside you and you ate together in silence. The food was fine, you were sure, but you couldn’t taste it. Your mind was ahead of you, wondering what the rest of the night held. 

When you were done, Ransom loaded your dishes into the dishwasher and then said, “I don’t know about you, but I’m beat, so I’m just going straight to bed. Feel free to stay up if you want. I’m a heavy sleeper so you won’t wake me when you come in.”

“Oh,” you said, trying to hide your surprise. So he did intend for you to share his room. But apparently, just for sleeping. You were relieved. You were. The little voice in your head that wouldn’t stop whispering that he didn’t want you didn’t count. “I’m still three hours behind, so I might stay up a little longer.” Doing what, you had no idea. You didn’t have any of your things and you weren’t sure what was off-limits here yet. And you were exhausted, still hadn’t recovered from not sleeping the night before. But you just couldn’t deal with the awkwardness of going to bed at the same time as him.

“OK,” he said and then just stood there, looking surprisingly lost. After a couple of endless minutes, he just said, “Goodnight,” and finally went upstairs.

You grabbed your phone out of your handbag, unsurprised to see multiple messages from Steve, checking in on you. You sent him one back, assuring him that the flight had been fine, the drive to the house was fine, you were fine. You collected Lola from where she was curled up on a rug, quickly fed her and let her out, and then brought her and her crate upstairs. After a few minutes of internal debate, you decided to set her up in the gym, fairly certain that even in her crate, Ransom wouldn’t want her in his bedroom. It took a lot of coaxing to get her in. She was so used to sharing your bed. She whined when you closed the little grate and your heart broke. “I’m so sorry,” you whispered. “You’ll get used to it. It’ll be ok.”

You quietly went into the bedroom and Ransom was, indeed, already asleep, spread out on his stomach again, but luckily this time only taking up one side of the bed. He’d left the lamp on the opposite side on for you. You took your sleep clothes out of your bag and brought your toiletries into the ensuite, unpacking only what you’d need for the night. His things were all piled around one of the side-by-side sinks, but the other was clear for you. You went through your nightly routine quickly and then went back into the bedroom and very carefully climbed into bed. He didn’t stir. You turned off the lamp and settled at the edge of the bed. Your exhaustion took you quickly.

When you woke in the morning, Ransom was gone.

Your things were delivered a few hours after you woke. You started by trying to organize the boxes into the least obtrusive pile possible. You hoped that if they were tucked into a corner, he wouldn’t be too annoyed while you took your time going through them. You started with a few of the smaller boxes, unpacking the items into places you hoped they could go.

You took Lola for a walk around the neighborhood. It was sparsely populated, the houses spaced far apart. You didn’t run into any neighbors.

One of the walk-in closets in the bedroom had been cleared out for you, so you spent the afternoon unpacking all your clothes. By the time you were done, it was time for dinner. There was still no sign of Ransom.

You fed Lola and helped yourself to one of the meals in the fridge. You ate alone and after you cleaned up, you dug a book out of one of your boxes and settled on one of the not-very-comfortable couches with Lola to read. You didn’t know if she was allowed on the furniture – you were sure she wasn’t, actually – but Ransom wasn’t here to see it, so you couldn’t find it within yourself to care. 

As you were finishing the second chapter in your book, he walked through the front door. With how the house was set up, he had a clear view of you and Lola from the door. “Hi,” was all he said.

“Hi,” was all you could say back.

He just stood there for a moment and then took off his coat and shoes. “How was your day?” he asked, stiffly, as he came into the living room. 

“Fine,” you said. Then you realized he was actually attempting conversation and added, “My things came, so I got started unpacking.”

He nodded, “That’s good. Did you eat?”

“I did,” you said, hoping that was the right answer. “Can I get you some food?”

“No, I’m fine. I ate at the office.” Well, that answered where he’d been all day – his family’s publishing house.

He cleared his throat. “I’m going to go upstairs to unwind. Will you be heading up soon?” 

Oh. Right. It’d finally come. “Yeah,” you said, your mouth suddenly dry. “I’ll just get Lola settled and then join you.”

He looked down at your dog in your lap like he was noticing her for the first time. But he didn’t say anything, just nodded and walked upstairs.

You let Lola out the back door for just a couple minutes, then took her upstairs. It was even harder to get her into her crate this time, even after you buried treats in her blankets. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you cooed, once you finally had her locked in. “I promise it won’t always be this hard and scary. It’ll be ok.”

Ransom was waiting for you in his room, sitting in an armchair by the window. “We should talk,” he said quietly.

“Ok.” You perched on the edge of the bed and did your best to look him in the eye, even as your heart was racing. 

He took a deep breath and leaned forward. “We don’t–” he started, then another breath. “There’s nothing that we have to do tonight. I mean, we can certainly get the first time out of the way, if that’s what you want to do. But it doesn’t have to be now. We have time.”

You wanted to be relieved, but it just felt like delaying the inevitable. “We don’t, actually,” you said shaking your head. “We don’t have that much time. Especially if it takes a while. If there’s going to be an issue getting pregnant, on either side, I think the sooner we know the better. I don’t want to be blindsided by it when we only have a month left.”

“Ok,” he nodded. “That makes sense. Yeah, we can get it over with.”

You were proud of yourself for the way you didn’t wince at his phrasing, but it was a near thing. But was it really fair to be upset or hurt by that when it was how you were feeling too? You wanted to stop delaying it. You were ready to just know how it was going to be, what he would want. So yeah, maybe ‘get it over with’ wasn’t such a bad way to put it. 

He stood up and sighed, looking like he was bracing himself. “I do need to know, have you done this before?”

You swallowed. The question wasn’t unexpected but you weren’t sure how to answer it and didn’t know which answer he was looking for. You decided to be honest and hoped it would be ok. “Yes, I’ve had sex,” you said, quietly.

He let out a long exhale in relief. “Ok,” he said, “ok, that’s good.” 

You stood up, unsure of what to do. You just wanted to be on the other side of it. You suddenly thought of what you’d just told Lola. It wouldn’t always be this hard and scary. You would get used to it. You just had to get through this first time. And then you’d know how he was. Resolved now, you started taking off your shirt.

“Wait,” he said, breathed really. “Just wait.”

Your shirt was already halfway off, stuck on your arms above your head, so you shucked it the rest of the way and threw it on the floor, but didn’t do anything else.

He came over and stood so he was in your space. He brought his hand up to cup your face, his thumb on your cheekbone. And very slowly, he ducked his head to bring his lips to yours. There was something about it. The intimacy. Even with what you knew you were about to do with him. You just– A kiss was too much. You turned away. You couldn’t do it.

Instead, your hands went to unbutton your pants. You undid it slowly then bent over with your back to him to push them down your legs, sticking your ass out as much as you could. That was better than a kiss, right? You could make him want you.

You kicked your pants off and stood back up, looking over your shoulder to see him watching you. But his face was unreadable. You weren’t ready for him to touch you, so you said, “I can get myself ready for you,” hoping it came off coy, but you were afraid he’d be able to hear how your voice shook. For the briefest moment, you almost thought you saw something travel across his face. Disappointment, maybe. But it was gone too fast for you to be able to tell, and you were trying so hard to look away, anyway.

You got on the bed, lying on your back, sliding your panties off as seductively as you could. You closed your eyes tight and slowly moved one hand down your abdomen while the other started to play with your breast, cupping it, tweaking your nipple. As your other hand slipped between your thighs, you brought up your go-to fantasy. Nothing fancy or outlandish. Just a man standing over you, touching you, telling you how much he loved you, how much he loved your body. How he was going to ruin you, completely take you apart. You tried to focus on that as your fingers slowly made their way between your folds, as they made their way to your clit. But this room kept pulling you back to reality. You could hear Ransom taking his clothes off. You tried to ignore it. You were starting to get wet, slowly but surely, so you carefully pushed one finger inside yourself, trying so hard to focus on the man, his voice. You heard a bottle of lube flick open. No, no, you weren’t here, as you added another finger. You could hear Ransom’s hand on his cock now as your thumb continued to rub your clit. You opened your eyes despite yourself. Ransom was kneeling on the edge of the bed, stroking himself to hardness. It was the first time you’d seen him fully naked. He really was so beautiful. You sort of hated him for it. 

You closed your eyes again. You could do this. You scissored your fingers slowly, opening yourself up, a little whine escaping your lips, when suddenly, you felt a hand wrap around your ankle. You wanted to scream in frustration. It was no use. Your hands dropped down to your sides. You were ready enough. It wouldn’t hurt, it was fine. You blinked your eyes open again to find Ransom staring at your face, searching for something. You couldn’t begin to guess what. “I’m ready,” you said. 

“Are you sure?” he asked, voice soft, but gritty.

“Yeah, I’m good. How do you want me?”

He seemed almost startled by your question. “Uh, however you’re most comfortable.”

You nodded and flipped over onto your stomach, pulling your knees up toward your elbows and putting your ass in the air. This would be easiest if you didn’t have to look at him. If you could imagine someone else. Someone who loved you. Someone who wanted to be here. 

You heard the bottle of lube again and then felt him settle between your legs. One hand was on your ass and you presumed he was using the other to line himself up. You pushed your face into the pillow underneath you. You tried to bring the fantasy back as he slowly eased inside of you. He was big, but not so big it hurt. You breathed through it as he worked his way in with short, slow thrusts. He was being so gentle with you. You weren’t sure if you liked it. The hand on your ass moved to your hip, while the other snaked around to your stomach, softly stroking you there, then moved down over your pelvis, and then finally between your thighs to search for your clit. He found it quickly. But no matter how hard you closed your eyes, his fingers made it impossible for you to pretend that it was anyone else with you, anyone else touching you. Without thinking, you pushed his hand away and replaced it with your own. 

He was making little grunts and gasps behind you that you tried to ignore. You rubbed furious circles over your clit and tried to focus only on the fullness you felt. But then, that fullness started to lessen. The grunts behind you turned into a “Shit.” and then a “Fuck!” and suddenly, that fullness completely disappeared. You let out a little cry as he quickly pulled out of you. You turned around to catch a glimpse of his softening cock before he disappeared into the bathroom, the door slamming behind him. 

You lay on your back for just a moment, your mind trying to catch up, figure out what on earth had just happened. That voice that had been there this whole time, since that first meeting a month ago, came back with smug satisfaction. He doesn’t want you, it said, over and over. Your thighs were sticky, probably mostly from the lube. You didn’t think your wetness or his precome had been enough to make a mess out of you. You got up, desperate to not be naked anymore.  You grabbed a sleep shirt out of the closet you were using and slipped it on. You hugged yourself, standing in the middle of the room with no idea what to do. 

In the silence, with nothing else to focus on, you were suddenly aware of Lola crying across the hall. Fuck. Everything just kept getting worse.

Ransom came out of the bathroom and went straight to the bed. He stopped at the foot, seemingly surprised that you weren’t still in it. He looked up and found you on the other side of the room. 

“Is everything ok?” you asked quietly.

“It’s fine,” he said, voice sharp. You flinched and he sighed, then visibly tried to calm himself down. “It’s fine,” he said again, much softer this time. He held out a washcloth to you. “In case you need to clean yourself up.”

You took a few steps toward him so that you could grab it. “Thank you,” you said, as you quickly wiped between your legs, then went to finish cleaning up in the bathroom. 

When you came back out, he was back in bed, on his back, just staring at the ceiling. “What’s that noise?” he asked.

“Oh, it’s fine,” you hurried to answer. “It’s Lola, but she’s ok. She just isn’t used to sleeping alone. She’ll get used to it, eventually.” Your heart broke as you spoke, but you knew it couldn’t be avoided. 

“Where does she usually sleep?” he asked.

It took you a minute to answer, you were so surprised by the question. “Uh, with me,” you said.

“Then go get her,” he said, without looking at you. He hadn’t looked at you since you’d come out of the bathroom.

“Really?” you whispered.

“Yeah, if it stops her crying.”

You didn’t wait to be told again. You hurried across the hall and opened her crate, scooping her up into your arms. “I’m so sorry,” you cooed. “I’m so, so sorry. It’s going to be ok now.”

When you got back to the room, Ransom had turned off his light and turned over onto his side, facing the wall. You placed Lola on the bed and crawled in after her. As you turned off your own lamp, you whispered, “Thank you,” not sure if he was awake to hear it.

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