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He just woke up after being the Winter Soldier, a version of him that he HATES, and trying to kill everyone in sight⊠and THE first thing he does is say âyour momâ and bully Steve for being small
And people wonder Bucky Barnes is my favorite character
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Tough mission
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Summary: After the boys had a tough mission they come home to you and you are just what they needed.
Warnings: Unprotected sex. Smut. Dom Steve? Sweet Bucky.
Steve and Bucky have been away on a top-secret mission for over a month. They can't contact you, Every day you are worried about bad news. Natasha will text you occasionally, but it's only that the mission is still ongoing, and that both are still alive. At least they are alive, right? You can't wrap them in bubble wrap but you would in a heartbeat. The both of them would laugh at you for trying to protect them but deep down, that's what they love most about you. It was one of their toughest missions and they just wanted to be home with you curled up in bed with nothing else to do. When they had finally finished their mission, they headed straight home to you. Steve said the paperwork could wait and Bucky agreed.
It was very late when they made it home, you were already fast asleep in bed. Steve was first up to you while Bucky decided to shower to wash the mission away. Steve ran up the stairs and into your room. He stood in the doorway looking at how beautiful you looked while sleeping. You knew missions were stressful for both of them and you told them "Take what you need". You knew your safe word if you didn't want them to. Steve's cock was straining against his pants as he looks at you. As he makes his way over to the bed, he rids himself of his clothes. Grabbing the covers and throwing them back off you. He leans over you on the bed kissing the back of your neck, pulling your shirt up, and kissing down along your back.
It wakes you slightly feeling the sweet kisses on your skin. Trying to turn around to him but Steve pushes you back so you are face down"Stay just like that baby"
"Steve?"
"Yeah it's me baby" he whispers sliding his arm under your hips and probing your ass in the air.
"Just like that baby". He pulls your panties down and positions himself behind you.
"Steve? Are you - OH!" he buries his cock deep inside you.
"That's it, baby, you can take it I know you can"
He feels your pussy clench around his cock as he builds a fast, rough pace fucking you. Your hands gripping the sheets. Your breath hitches in your throat as you feel his cock slip deeper inside you.
"That's it, baby. I know, I know. You can take it cause you're my good girl. Right baby?
Trying to raise your head off the bed but Steve pushes you back down, keeping his hand on the back of your head as he fucks you deeper. His other hand gripping your hip hard, sure to leave some bruises to look at later. His movements become sloppy, You know that he is close. You can feel his cock twitch inside you. Burring his cock deep inside you as ropes of cum paint your walls. He leans down breathlessly as he kisses the back of your shoulder. Finally let go of the sheet and relax, trying to catch your breath. Before you can speak to him he kisses your shoulder again, gets off the bed, and leaves the room. Laying there for a moment trying to decide if you should follow. Resting your hips back down on the bed and pulling the covers back up.
Laying on the bed trying to decide when is the best time to go check on Steve, or if you should check on him. Your thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on your door. So soft it would barely be heard.
"Come in," You say softly and the door opens.
"Hey doll, I'm sorry did I wake you?"
You can't help but smile. "Hi Buck, no I was awake. Steve was here"
"Oh, do you want me to leave?"
Sitting up in the bed and pulling the covers back "Please don't leave" while holding your hand out to take his. He slips in beside you, laying you back and laying his head on your chest.
"What happened baby?"
"Tough mission"
"Are you hurt?"
"No, we are both fine. I don't know about Steve but I- I just missed you so much"
That makes you smile and kiss the top of his head while running your fingers through his damp hair.
"I'm so glad you both are home safe and sound"
He leans up kissing you softly. You can tell he's holding something back but you don't wanna push him.
"I missed you too baby, I had Nat text me when you updated the mission. So, at least knew you both were still alive"
His eyes look into yours in the dim light of the room. He leans in kissing you again deeply, full of want and need. He stops, resting his forehead against yours.
"I'm sorry, I should let you sleep"
You capture his lips in yours again cupping his face with your hands.
"Take what you need Bucky, what do you need?"
He's silent doe a moment. "I- I need you"
"I'm right here baby"
"Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure" he kisses you again then moves down your body, pulling your sleep shirt up to suck on your nipples. Moving his lips down your body more hooking his fingers into your panties and sipping them off. When he comes back up to kiss your lips again you shove his sweatpants down and wrap your hand around his cock and gently stroking. Helping him line up at your entrance. His eyes are on yours as he slowly pushes in, and your eyes flutter closed. He waits while you adjust to him, kissing your lips softly and brushing your hair back. Looking into his big blue eyes, you smile up at him softly His hips move slowly back out and back in again, dragging a soft moan from you.
He captures your lips with his, swallowing your moans. His right hand is on the back of your neck and his left is placed on your hip keeping you in place. Whispers were shared between both of you "You feel so good Bucky"
"I missed you so much doll"
His breath fanning over your face every time his cock fills you. His head falls into the crook of your neck as his pace picks up. Sucking marks into your neck.
"Please baby, please cum inside me" moaning into his ear. You feel him bite down on your shoulder as he coats your walls with his cum, feeling him twitch inside you sending you over the edge. He lays on top of you panting as you stroke his hair. His big hand grabs the side of your face as he kisses you sweetly;. Laying him down beside you, looking into his eyes "Rest baby, I got you" Kissing his forehead.
You watch him as he slowly slips off to sleep. Watching his body relax and leaning against his chest listening to his heartbeat to help you drift off to sleep. In the morning you woke up first and admired how peaceful Bucky looked. You kiss him softly, cover him up, and leave the room to look for Steve. There was no sign of him in the spare room but you heard noise coming from the kitchen. Make your way downstairs, sewing Steve in the kitchen flipping pancakes.
"Good morning handsome," you say with a big smile on his face. He stops what he is doing and turns to you.
"Good morning baby. I'm so sorry about last night"
Moving closer to him and wrapping your arms around his waist hugging him tight.
Looking up at him and cupping his face, you can tell he feels bad.
"Steve, it's okay. Bucky told me it was a tough mission. I am all yours remember?"
He smiles and kisses you "I know baby, thank you. I made your favorite! Take a seat!"
"Thank you, baby!"
Sitting at the table and watching as he puts some pancakes on your plate.
"Should I go wake Bucky?"
"Nah, let him sleep. Gives me more time with you"
You lean over kissing him "I'm so glad you are home"
"Me too baba, me too"
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IF YOUâRE TOO SHY (LET ME KNOW)- S.G ROGERS
Pairing:Â Uni! Nerd! Steve x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 2.6k
Summary: youâre the new girl at school, and the more steve rogers sees you, the more his crush grows. after a few weeks of texting, a date is set. but he doesn't hook up on the first date, because that's not being a gentleman. right?Â
Warnings: SMUT, pure filth, praise kink, slight degradation, daddy kink, spanking, cum play, dry humping, dirty talk, manhandling, petnames, swearing, biting/ marking, size kink, but lots of fluff :))
âmaybe i would like you better if you took off your clothes, im not playing with you baby- i think that you should give it a go. she said, maybe i would like you better if you took off your clothes... i wanna see and stop thinking if youre too shy, then let me knowâ- if youre too shy (let me know), the 1975
âShe's so beautiful Buck. Youâll just love her.â Steve insisted, baby blues all wide and excited, cheeks tinted pink as he ran his hands through his blonde locks, tugging on the strands a bit harder than heâd normally- the butterflies plaguing his muscles.Â
He had never felt so in love, and he hadn't even talked to you in person yet. It was a sickness, the love drunk that had occurred, no amount of Advil or water the cure to the hangover.Â
Bucky was sick of him. He was sure of it.Â
He had blabbed about you for weeks now, seeming to go in a daze as heâd ramble on. Mhmm. Well, just talk to her after class Steve!Â
Heâd just shake his head. He couldn't just do that! How could he? You were so alluring, a siren calling him out from sea. Steve just couldn't⊠the courage he had always had seeming to come to a halt. It was abrupt, a deer in headlights as he watched you walk into the lecture hall.Â
The new girl. Full of spunk and energy, a bright smile on your face as you looked around the room, meeting his eye. He offered you a small smile, a little wave before you found your place near the front.Â
You matched his energy well. So well, he was scared you weren't even real. Her name is Y/N. You want her number or something? His friend Natasha had asked him earlier that month, nudging his shoulder to gather his attention again. Sorry. Yes, please. He was too busy daydreaming about you again, gaze drifting off to the endless rows of books in the old library.Â
Steve had been anxious to send the text, his endless pacing back and forth enough to drive Bucky straight up the wall. He had never seen the man so nervous. Especially over a girl.Â
Should I do it? What do I say? Is this weird? Shut the fuck up already and send something Rogers you're driving me insane. He had replied, smacking a pillow over his head to tune Steve out. He gathered his wits about him, taking a deep breath before he hit send.
 hey, itâs steve, from tuesdays class. not sure if you remember me, but iâm the blonde who waved lol. i got your number from a friend, hope thats okay:)Â
There. He had done it! Now was the waiting. But it didnât last long, as his phone buzzed in his pocket only a few minutes later.Â
hey you! yes yes, i remember. iâm Y/N <3Â
I know, he wanted to say. Instead, he acted dumb. Dumb and sweet was the way to your heart he found out later, all the sweet messages and daily photos of each other's day blossomed into something more than just classmates.Â
But he still hadn't talked to you in person yet. And he knew you were too shy to say anything first- so it was just a waiting game. Finally, all these days later- he had asked you on a date.Â
Nothing major. Nothing fancy. Just coffee, and a walk around the villa. Simple and fun, Bucky had reassured, thankful his best friend had finally made the move. He was blind if he thought you weren't into him. Blind and stupid.Â
Bucky walked with him now, bundling his jacket tighter around himself as the slight breeze ruffled his hair. It was a cool evening, but not freezing- a perfect happy medium for the season.Â
âIâm sure she is. Since you never seem to shut up about her.â Bucky teased, resulting in a smack across the arm from Steve.Â
âIâm serious man. Iâm just so anxious about this. What if she actually like.. hates me or something?â
 âImpossible. And if anything goes wrong, Iâm just three blocks away.â Bucky shrugged, as Steveâs phone buzzed.
five mins away :)
âSheâs almost here.â he sighed, starting to fidget with his rings as Bucky dropped him off at the cafe's doors. He had never felt this tense before a date, which he knew meant he really, really liked you. The countless times he had stalked your social media and hours of sleep he lost due to waiting to hear back from you had proved that.Â
So what could possibly go wrong?Â
 âWell get a table, talk about the weather- and itâll be all good from there.â
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âAnd so I told him no, because like what? That's not just something you do at a gas station?â you laughed, making Steve nearly choke on his coffee. You were so happy to be sitting with the man you had been swooning over for weeks now, heart fluttering the second the two of you locked eyes in the lecture hall.Â
He was dreamy, gush-worthy standards. And now here he was, so many days later- sitting in front of you with a cup of coffee in hand. You had examined his choice of drink very carefully, knowing that could reflect on many things. Just as many other little things did, like if he slept with socks on or if he only picked the m&ms out of trail mix.Â
Steve had a safe, solid choice- two creams and one sugar. Dark roast. You knew he was a good one.
 âIâm sure. Jesus people are crazy.â he snorted, swirling the little wooden stir stick around in his coffee as he admired you. You felt yourself start to fold in on itself the longer he gazed at you, stare so deep and meaningful you were scared you'd start giggling and kicking your feet right there.Â
You wouldn't be surprised if you did. Steve had that effect on you, always making you swoon from across the class, each text he sent making you smile. He had a heart next to his contact name, for god's sake. But there was no way in hell you'd tell him that. At least not on the first date.Â
You weren't even sure if he liked you back- as sometimes flirting flew straight over your head. You were funny like that sometimes. But tonight had seemed to have gone well, at least in your mind. The two of you had been talking for hours, getting little pastries and new drinks to try throughout the evening. It was dark out now, the moon high in the sky, shining down on the little vintage cafe with its dozens of tealights and oil lamps.Â
You sipped your drink, still hot on the tongue as you met his stare. He smiled. That goddamn, cheeky smile that kept you up at night. One that screamed danger, and mischief and everything you wanted. A thrill, an adventure. Something fun- something your small town refused to offer.Â
âWhatta thinking about?â he asked, breaking the easy silence that lingered over the pair of you like a veil. Like you were in your own little bubble, where no one could touch you.Â
âJust you. And how you're different.â His eyebrow quirked up. âHow so?âÂ
â Well you haven't asked me to take off my clothes. Or made any sexual comments. Or said âmaybe I would like you better if you took off your clothesâ, so I like you.â you said, taking another sip of coffee to let those words digest.Â
He just smiled, shaking his head slowly. âWell of course not. I mean, not that you aren't beautiful and so fucking hot and I mean-âÂ
You laughed.Â
âOkay, you know what Iâm getting at. But what Iâm trying to say is that Iâm a gentleman. And I would never ask that of you if you didnât want it.â A sly grin tugged at your lips, legs crossing under the table as you squeezed your thighs together.Â
âWhat if I want it?â
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âI donât normally do this on the first date ya know.â Steve murmured against your neck, breath hot as he kissed down your neck, grip tightening around your thighs as he hosted you up against the wall.Â
It had been a few hours later, some odd hour in the night after the coffee and the little walk down the side streets, popping into old bookstores and antique stores where he watched you marvel over little things like signed paperbacks and old purses his great grandma probably had. He was infatuated with you.Â
Somehow his hand had ended up intertwined with yours, your arm bumping his as he walked you back to your place. Do you⊠maybe wanna come inside? You had asked, little doe eyes wide, voice as soft as silk. How could he say no? He never said no to you.Â
Now here he was, dry humping you in your entranceway, barely two steps in the door before your lips had met his. You were drawn to him like a magnet, falling under his spell as your neck rolled back against the plaster, letting him have more access.
 âNo? Wanting to keep up your gentlemanly acts? Promise I won't tell.â you teased, breath hitching as he traced your collarbone with his nose, finally sinking his teeth into the soft skin. Your hips rolled against his lower abs, desperate for any friction you could get.Â
âPinky promise?â he breathed, causing a moan to escape your parted lips as he squeezed your skin, licking the teeth marks as he dipped his mouth even lower.Â
âP-pinky.â you stuttered. It was getting harder and harder to think clearly, movements blurring as if he was switching the lenses on your eyesight. Hands were on your ass, in his hair, tugging on those beautiful long strands to then wrap around his neck.Â
Teeth clashed with tongue as he devoured you whole, and you felt as if you were on a carnival ride as he spun you over to your bedroom. You prayed he didnât notice the piles of old, dog-eared books that were piled against the wall so high they were on the verge of toppling over, or your cluttered nightstand with so many candles and jewelry it had no other purpose. Steve didnât seem to mind the mess, solely focused on how your breath sounded when it was uneven and when you were flustered, the giggles that emerged when he tossed you down on the sheets like a sack of potatoes.Â
You liked being manhandled by him. You liked how he had wasted no time throwing you up against the wall, taking charge in such a respectful, yet sexy manner. This had only happened in your late-night thoughts, little flirty texts that you had sent when you got the courage past eleven pm nothing compared to this. You had always wondered what he would be like in bed, ever since you stepped foot in that classroom. It didnât disappoint in the slightest.Â
âGod you're so- so fucking hot. You know how many times I've thought of this? Hearing your little noises when I make you feel good?â You whined. He groaned, tugging off your pants.Â
âYeah. Yeah, fuck like that baby. Youâre such a good girl for me aren't you?âÂ
There it was. That was the money shot. Something in your demeanor shifted, eyes wide as you nodded frantically. Yes. Yes, you were and he knew it. âPlease Steve just-â
 âJust what angel face? Hmm? Fuck you?â he antagonized you, as if he was talking to a mere child.
âPlease. Please fuck.â The words had barely left your lips before he grabbed your hips, flipping you over so you were presented to him, ass in the air, face deep in the sheets. Your shirt had yet to come off, but you had a feeling it was going to meet your bottoms on the hardwood, the two of you too desperate to both with the flimsy article of clothing.
 âGod you're so easy to manhandle. You like that huh? Being tossed around like a slut?âÂ
âMhmmm god yes..â you moaned, letting out a quick yelp as he smacked your ass lightly, your hands curling into tight little fists as you gripped the blankets. You could feel the breath get trapped in your lungs as he kissed the skin he had just slightly marked, lips like a cooling serum to the heat in your belly.Â
âBreathe angel. Just breathe for me yea? You tell me when itâs too much.âÂ
âWhat, donât wanna get too freaky on the first date?â you chriped out, making him laugh.Â
âSomething like that.â
 âI like this, ya know. I like you. And I donât feel shy around you, like I have with other people. Youâre good to me, Steve.âÂ
He smiled softly, chest blooming with warmth at your reassuring words. He was so happy. All he wanted was for you to  feel comfortable around him, to feel wanted. Because he wanted you. Oh, gods did he ever want you.
 âGood.â was the only warning he gave you before he hit home, sliding into you gently. âFuck. Fuck fuck you feel so fucking good.â was all he could moan, head tossed back in pleasure as you squeezed around him, adjusting to his size.Â
He was big. Like extremely big. Â All you could do was whimper, praying to every god that was out there that you could take him.Â
âSâbig Stevie. Mâall full.â you squeaked, a rough growl escaping from his lips at your words. âYea baby? Iâm just so much bigger than you- aren't I? Filling you up to the brim, like a little hole for me to use.âÂ
He brushed your g-spot as his hips began to snap, cock drilling into you so fast you swore you saw stars. All you could do was hold onto the bed, allowing your body to fall limp, going slack as he used you.Â
âYou're so good. Such a good, good princess.â he praised, large hand pressed down slightly on your back as you arched, moans muffling into the sheets. You prayed your neighbors weren't home, or else you knew you'd get the dirty looks and silent treatment tomorrow.
 Totally worth it, you thought with a dazed-out smile, listening to the sounds of the bed drilling against the wall, springs squeaking in time with his groans, the squelching wet noises of your juices coating his cock.Â
âMânot gonna last.â you whimpered softly. âSâokay baby. Be a good girl and cum fâme okay poppet?âÂ
You nodded, rumpled sheets bunching tighter between your closed fists as you squeezed him so tight it was suffocating, your clit pulsing a steady rhythm as you came with a cry.Â
âAtta girl. Milking me dry baby, you really needed that didnât you?â
 âY-yea Daddy..âÂ
Heat rose to your cheeks. The name had rolled off your tongue before you could stop it, the filter that normally was placed over your words now gone in your dazed-out state. What if you fucked up? That wasn't supposed to come out.Â
âF-fuck. Daddy huh? I should've known youâd like that shit. Not as much as me though baby.â he growled, grabbing your hips harshly, his thrusts becoming harder, quicker, more erratic.Â
âDaddyâs making you feel so good hm?â
 âSo good Daddy. Want you to fuck me alll the timee.â you giggled softly, whining as you felt him slip out of your abused hole.
 âWha-â
 âShhh poppet. I didnât bring any condoms with me and we aren't risking it on the first date.â he shushed you, spilling his seed onto your lower back, stilling your wiggling movements as you begged.Â
You felt the warm, white liquid ooze against your skin, dribbling down your ass as you wiggled it. The pad of Steve's fingers made you jump, the soft, gentle touch adding even more to the post-orgasm haze.
 âI-I have some in my drawer for next time.â He trailed his fingers against the delicate skin, smearing the cum down your thighs, giving you a quick little smack.Â
âGood to know sweetheart.â he smiled, watching as you slowly turned to face him, doe eyes wide, lips parted slightly.
 âSo whenâs the next date?â
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happy birthday
Steve Rogers x Reader
Summary: Steve's deep in a lie. One that he won't be able to recover from. What happens when he finds out you know the truth.
Word Count: 2.3K
Warnings: SMUT, LOTS OF SMUT, and fluff of course. Brat Tamer!Steve, Oral (M Receiving),
AN: Based on a headcanon I read at some point where Bucky threatens to reveal when Steve's real birthday is - I don't think I ever laughed harder! Hope you guys all enjoy! LYYYYYYYYY
"Hey, Cap," You called to him, walking over as he filed out of the briefing room. He looked up at you and smiled - lifting his hand up to wave. He looked at you suspiciously - your hands were hidden behind your back, clearly holding something.
"Whatcha got for me?" He smirked, "Hopefully not more files?" He added with a slight groan.
"Not at all. Just a little something," You showed him the box, "for your birthday."
Steve chuckled awkwardly, "Thanks sweetheart, but it's not my birthday for a while yet? It's December 12th?"
You smirked evilly, "Ahh but Captain, I discovered something quite interesting the other day. There was a collection of old SSR files found in an old crate and I had the pleasure of having to catalogue it. Most of it was boring but there was a file that caught my eye," Steve's eyes widened, but you continued, "The file of one 'Steven Grant Rogers'. And it surprised me to discover that the great Captain America is a-"
You were cut off by Steve slamming his hand down over your mouth. He looked around wildly, hoping that no one heard, before dragging you outside.
"Where did you find that file?"
"So it's true! Ha!"
"I'm not messing around, sweetheart. Who else knows?"
"No one. For now."
Steve stalked up to you, finger pointed at your chest, "You best keep your mouth shut, sweetheart."
"Or what, Captain, what are you gonna do?" You looked up at him with a mischievous glint in your eye.
"Fuck around and find out."
"Don't tempt me with a good time, Captain."
"Shut your mouth," He growled, his pupils blown with lust.
"Make me."
You barely made it back to his room before he slotted his lips over yours, hands grasping your face gently. You gasped into his mouth, his nose bumping yours as he pushed you through the door of his apartment.
"Jump," he mumbled against your mouth and you obliged. His hands gripped your thighs as they wrapped around his waist and he nudged the door shut with his toe. All without ever breaking the contact between your lips.
He carried you into the bedroom and dropped you in the center of his bed. He looked down at you like a lion looks at a gazelle, lust-blown eyes raking over your body.
"Just here to stare, Captain? All bark, no bite." It probably wasn't a good idea to provoke the beast, but you were having slightly too much fun watching Captain 'I-never-have-a-hair-out-of-place' Rogers lose his temper.
Steve shook his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "You're such a fucking brat," he muttered, a hand dropping to his belt. Your eyes followed his hand, raking over his unfortunately-still-clothed body. "You know what brats like you need? You need to be taught a lesson."
You almost let out a whimper, your cunt pulsing with need. Steve pulled off his shirt and his belt and dropped them on the floor unceremoniously. He climbed over you and crawled over you, his large body pinning you to the mattress.
He laid hands on the top button of your shirt before looking up at you for consent. "Please, Steve."
"See, that wasn't so hard." He began unbuttoning your shirt, laying gentle kisses in his wake. Once it was unbuttoned, he pushed it down your arms and tossed it onto the floor. He unbuttoned your trousers in the same way before pulling them off your legs and tossing them by your shirt.
His eyes raked over your semi-naked form, slowly appreciating every curve and dimple on your body. You smiled shyly - the weight of his gaze was heavy, heavy with adoration.
He flipped you onto your stomach and pulled your hips against his crotch. You could feel the bulge straining in his pants and you let out a moan as it brushed against your sensitive clit.
"Someone's sensitive," Steve said, the smirk evident in his voice.
"Someone's taking a long time to fuck me. Maybe I'll find some other agent to finish the jo-"
Slap. You jolted as Steve laid a hard slap against your ass. Your surprise melted into arousal and you let out another moan. You pushed back against him, letting him know you wanted more.
"You're mine," Steve growled, continuing to slap your ass, alternating between cheeks and pressures, "Mine to tame, mine to fuck. Get it, only mine."
You moaned in response - an enthusiastic yes.
"God, I can smell how wet you are, sweetheart. You like it when I slap you, huh? You like it when I get rough?" You nodded your head, pushing back into Steve again. You hear him chuckle and move away. You whine at the loss of touch, "Cockdrunk already, pretty baby? I haven't even touched you yet."
You heard Steve's zipper and the sound of jeans landing on the floor. You turned to look at him and you looked up at him with wide eyes.
"Impressed, baby?" Even through his boxers, Steve's bulge was impressive. Steve was a well-endowed man and he knew it. "Now come over here and show me how much you want this cock."
You climbed off the bed and sank to the floor in front of him. Your knees hit the solid cold floor and you were now at eye level with his cock. Steve's eyes went wide - clearly, he hadn't been expecting you to do that.
"May I, Captain?" You said, your fingers playing on the waistband of his boxers.
"Fuck yeah, sweetheart." Steve threw his head back as you pushed his boxers down. He was big. Bigger than youâve had before. Your mouth watered at his size and you leaned forward to give the tip of his cock a little kiss.
Smirking at the way Steve groaned as his cock twitched, you wrapped your hand around his girth and started pumping. Steve threw his head back, his hands finding your hair and making a makeshift ponytail.
Your tongue swiped over the tip of his cock, collecting the pre-cum on your tongue. You took his tip in your mouth, hands still languidly stroking the base of his cock. Your left hand traveled down to play with his balls, gently massaging them. It was music to your ears the way he choked out your name from your actions.
You took him further down your throat, pulling away when you started to gag. You tried again, trying to go further.
"Breathe through your nose sweetheart, that's it," Steve said as you took further down your throat. Your tongue ran over the large vein on the underside of his cock, massaging it as Steve threw his head back in ecstasy. "Fuck, sweetheart. I'm gonna ruin you if you don't slow down."
You smiled, as you pulled away from his cock. "Donât be afraid to do what you want, Cap." You hummed, "I can handle it."
Steve wrapped your hair around his fist, before guiding your face back down to suck on his cock. He pushed your head all the way down so that your nose was brushing against the trimmed hair at the base of his cock. You gagged around his length and the pressure made Steve let out a loud groan.
"Fuck, just like that, baby, yes," pressure began to build up in his stomach, as you bobbed your head up and down his length, "Keep going baby, don't stop."
Your hand moved back up to his balls, rolling them between your fingers as you kept sucking. The action made his hips stutter, the groan of your name practically coming out as a growl. "Iâm not going to last," he choked out, pulling you off his cock and up to standing again.
Your knees felt stiff after so much time on the cold, hardwood floor, that you winced at the sudden movement. Steve caught it.
"Next time, you're using a pillow." You smiled at the thought of a nest time.
He pushed you back on the bed, his mouth latching back onto yours as he kneeled in front of you.
"Can I?" He looked up at you, his beautiful blue eyes shining brightly. His fingers traced the waistline of your underwear, fingers hooking the sides to pull them down,
You frantically nodded yes, and they were gone a second later, your bra following soon after. Steve lifted you up and threw you onto the middle of the bed, his eyes ravenously traveling to your sopping wet cunt. You moaned at the show of strength.
"You like that? Being manhandled like a slut?" You moaned in affirmation.
You gasped at the feeling of Steve's tongue on your pussy. He licked a long, flat stripe up to your clit, flicking it with his tongue. Your hands found their way into his hair and you pulled him up.
"As much as I would love for you to eat me out. I need your cock. In me. Right now."
"Your wish is my command, sweetheart."
You saw him grab a silver foil packet from his nightstand and he ripped it open with his teeth. You watched as Steve rolled the condom down his cock, the cock that was just in your mouth.
"See something you like?" Steve smirked as he caught you staring.
You blushed, "I see a lot that I like," you replied honestly.
Steve's face broke into a huge childish grin and he pulled you closer to him, "Good." That was the only warning he gave you before he hit home, sliding into you gently. He moaned loudly, head tossed back in pleasure as you squeezed him.
You gasped, trying to adjust to his size, "S'big, Stevie. 'S so big hmmm, 'm all - ah - full." you squeaked, a rough growl escaping from his lips at your words.
"Yeah, sweetheart? God, you're so tight. Filling you up to the brim, like a little hole for me to use."
Tears slipped down your face as you tried to adjust to the stretch. He was so big you could feel him everywhere, with every shift of your body, with every breath you took. Steve took your face in his hands, wiping away your tears, "Breathe, sweetheart. Just breathe, yeah?" You nodded, taking a shuddery breath. Steve pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, "You tell me if it gets too much."Â
"I need you to move," you whispered. Steve slowly, pulled out and slowly pushed back in. And then again. And then again. Each time he got closer to bottoming out inside of you and you moaned as he pushed further and further.
Eventually, he picked up the pace, falling into a steady rhythm. A steady stream of moans left your lips. He brushed past your G-spot and you swore you saw stars. You were begging for more.
His hips began to snap into you, cock drilling into you so fast that you had fallen silent, mouth stuck in an 'O' shape. The praises falling from Steve's lips were lost on you as the pressure built up in your stomach.
"Steve, 'm not gonna last, Steve, please, 'm gonna cum, 'm gonna - oh my GOD, 'M GONNA CUM, AHHH-" You fell apart all over Steve's cock as he kept up this brutal pace.
Steve followed soon after, cumming with a loud moan of your name before collapsing beside you. You smiled up at him through your post-orgasmic haze, turning to nestle into his arms. He chuckled, laying a light kiss on your forehead, "I have to go take care of this, give me a second."
He laughed as you shook your head, desperately clinging to him tighter. He unraveled himself from you and quickly disappeared into the bathroom to dispose of the used condom.
Your eyes drifted shut as you waited for him, only to be forced open by something cool touching your inner thigh. You snapped your legs shut, only to find that Steve was holding a wet towel. "Just cleaning you up, sweetheart."
As soon as he was done, Steve pulled one of his t-shirts over your body and bundled you into his arms. At your disapproving grunt, he chuckled.
"Need to put some food in my best girl." He said, placing another kiss on your forehead.
"And then snuggles?" You asked, hopefully.
Steve smiled, "Yeah, sweetheart, then snuggles." He put you down on the cold island in the middle of the kitchen of his apartment and turned around to grab some fruit from the fridge.
The doorbell rang. Steve looked at the door and then the clock on the wall. He clearly wasn't expecting anyone. Both of you stood unmoving - you didn't know exactly what the nature of your relationship was. If it was someone you worked with - which of course it would be - you didn't want to be forced to go public.
Whoever it was was insistent. They banged on the door. "Hey, Punk, open the door." Steve let out a sigh of relief - it was Bucky, his best childhood friend. And also one of the best secret keepers in the compound.
Steve opened the door as you reached over to grab a strawberry. "What do you want, Jerk?" The door opened to Bucky mischievously smiling at Steve. Clearly, the fact that Steve was half-naked didn't bother him.
"Did you forget what today is?"
Steve's face blanched again.
"Happy Birthday, Punk!" Steve tackled a smirking Bucky to the ground. The sight made you burst into laughter, a strawberry held up to your mouth.
The sound made Steve look over at you. The sight of you sitting on his counter in his t-shirt, eating his strawberries made his heart jump. If this was how he got to spend the rest of his birthdays, he'd be a happy man indeed. Even if he had to put up with all your teasing.
fin.
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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! đ
You heard Ransom get up in the early hours of the morning and stumble into the bathroom to retch. You were glad he didnât choke on his vomit, you guessed. You were still on the couch with the TV turned down low. You wondered if heâd come out and see what you were doing, but he just stumbled back to the bed when he was done.Â
You didnât 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 didnât know what his hangovers were like, what they required. But you knew that an especially moody Ransom wouldnât do you any good. So, a peace offering of a sort.Â
The food arrived before heâd 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 didnât erase everything heâd done the day before, how heâd 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.Â
âWhat the fuck?â Ransom grumbled as he came stumbling out of the bedroom in just his boxer briefs. âWhy is there noise?â
âCoffee,â you said, handing him the mug youâd filled. âI didnât know how you take it.â
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.Â
A few minutes later, he came back out with a now empty mug. He stopped and stared at you. âAm I still drunk or are you still wearing your wedding dress?â
You tried not to let your embarrassment show. âI couldnât get it off by myself, soâŠâ you trailed off and shrugged.Â
He looked at you for another moment then nodded once. âGive me a minute,â 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 âOK.â He came up behind you and lightly touched your dress. âIs there a trick to it?â he asked as he ran a finger down the seam.Â
âItâs a long line of hook-and-eyes, you know?â
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. Youâd 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. âSorry,â he said, softly. You just shook your head and didnât 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 werenât ready for him to see you, although you doubted that that mattered. âThank you,â you whispered.
He nodded again, then âYou mind if I take the first shower?â
You shook your head and he disappeared into the ensuite.Â
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 familyâs 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 werenât ready for this. You couldnât do it.
As the car pulled up to the hangar, you were beyond relieved to see Steve already waiting there, Lolaâs 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 Lolaâs crate first and carefully stuck your fingers through the door. âHi, baby, I missed you.â She kissed your fingers and then whined to be let out. âNot yet, honey,â you said softly. âYou have to wait til weâre on the plane.â
You stood up and faced Steve, who was looking you over carefully. âHow are you doing?â he asked seriously.
You shrugged and sighed. âFreaking out a little, I guess, but itâll be fine.â
âAnd if it isnât, youâll call me,â he said, voice firm. âI donât care where you are or what time it is, you call me. Ok?â 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 couldnâtâ âIâll be on the plane,â he said, voice still scratchy and tired, sunglasses firmly on, despite the overcast day. âTake your time.â He turned around and began walking up the stairs.Â
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. âI should have done more,â he said, âgotten you out of here, sent you away or something. I canâtââ
âSteve.â you interrupted. âPlease stop. Itâs no use now.â You couldnât listen to any more of this. It had always been inevitable; itâd always been what you were for. Imagining anything else was useless.Â
Neither of you said anything for a moment, then he looked around and asked, âAre Dad and Lydia on their way?âÂ
You tried to keep any hurt out of your expression when you said, âNo, something important came up for Joseph and you know Mom has a hard time going anywhere by herself.â You ignored the cracks you heard in your own voice.
Steveâs brow furrowed in confusion and upset. âI would have picked her up,â he said. âHell, Iâll go get her right now.âÂ
âI know,â you said sadly. âI told her that, but you know how she is.â You dropped your eyes, not able to look at the anger you knew youâd see on Steveâs face. You were angry too, you were, but mostly now you were just sad. And after thinking about it all night, you honestly werenât sure how much anger she deserved. Sheâd been broken for a long time. Itâd happened before youâd even known her, probably. Itâd been unfair, maybe, to expect her to be strong for you now when sheâd never been able to be that before.
Steve said your name and you looked up at him. âYou donât deserve this,â he said firmly. âI know Iâve said it before, but I really need you to understand it. None of this is what you deserve.â
You didnât know what to say to that, so you just nodded and muttered, âOK.âÂ
He sighed and shook his head, then pulled you into his arms. âIâm going to miss you so fucking much,â he said into your hair. âI donât know what Iâm going to do without having you just a few minutes away to annoy whenever I want.â
You huffed a laugh into his shoulder. âIâm going to miss you too,â you said. âSo much. Even when youâre being so annoying.â The tears were starting now, you werenât able to hold them back. You pulled back and briefly got a good enough look at Steveâs face to see that his eyes were wet, too, before he knelt in front of Lolaâs crate.
âHey, sweetheart,â he said quietly. âIâm going to miss you too. You take good care of your mom for me.âÂ
You couldnât 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. Heâd been the one person you could count on for as long as you could remember. And now you were being dragged away from him.Â
He stood up and pulled you into another hug. âYouâre so strong,â he whispered right in your ear. âDonât let anyone tell you otherwise.â
When he pulled back, you knew it was time to go, but you didnât know how to pull yourself away. This all felt so final.
âLet me know when you land,â he said. âAnd when you get to the house. And justââ he sighed. âEverything. I want to know everything, ok?â
You nodded and tried to brush the tears from your eyes. âYeah, ok,â you said, knowing youâd 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. âI love you.â
His voice was thick when he responded, âI love you too. Iâm going to sit right here until youâve taken off, ok? Iâll be right here.â
âYouâre a good brother,â you said, as you slowly took your first step backward, toward the jet.Â
âYes. I am,â he said with a smile that was half cocky and half absolutely heartbreaking.Â
With one last deep breath and an âOK,â 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. âWelcome aboard, Mrs. Drysdale,â she said and you couldnât help the way your mouth dropped open in shock. Mrs. Drysdale. Thatâs 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 Lolaâs little cage and picked her up when she came out. She was nervous, shaking with her little tail tucked between her legs. âItâll be ok,â 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. âWeâll just take a nap,â you said, âand itâll be over before we know it.â
âWhat the fuck is that?â
You woke with a start and pulled off your sleep mask. âHuh?â You sat up to see Ransom and Lola locked in a staredown.Â
âWhat is that?â
âI told you that I had a dog,â you said, confused.Â
âThat!â Ransom yelled, pointing at Lola, âis not a dog. Thatâs a long-haired rat!â
âHey!â you yelled back, just as Lola started retching. âOh, baby, no!â You knelt down next to her just as she puked right at Ransomâs feet.
âWhat the shit?!â he cried out, jumping back.Â
âSheâs stressed, ok? Itâs not like I can explain to her what a plane is or where weâre going!â 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. âShit,â you mumbled to yourself.
âWhat are you doing?â He stood over you with his hands on his hips.
âIâm cleaning it up so you donât freak out, ok? Itâll be fine, just give me a minute.â
âGet up.â
âWhat?â
âYou donât need to do that. The crew probably has a steam cleaner or something. My dad uses this plane. Iâm sure theyâve seen worse.â He walked to the front of the cabin and knocked on the divider. When the attendant came, Ransom quietly told her, âThe dog got sick. I assume you have something to clean it up.âÂ
She nodded and quickly came out with a portable steam cleaner and made quick work of Lolaâs mess.Â
âThank you,â you told her.
âNo problem at all, Mrs. Drysdale,â she smiled and went back to the galley.
âWell, thatâs a real mindfuck,â Ransom said as he flopped back into his seat. He glared down at Lola, âShe gonna do that again?â
âI donât know,â you said, gently picking her up and holding her close to try to comfort her.
He pulled his sleep mask down over his eyes. âGreat, love being a rat-dog owner.â
âShe isnât your dog,â you said curtly.Â
âWhatever. This hangover is still pounding against my skull. Wake me when we land.âÂ
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 wouldnât be suitable at all once there was a baby to cart around. You pushed that thought away. No use getting ahead of yourself.
Ransomâs 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 didnât 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 wouldnât get into anything, not able to forget Ransomâs threat that heâd make you get rid of her if she messed anything up. You glanced over at Ransom to gauge if he was upset that youâd let her roam on her own, but he wasnât paying any attention, leafing through a pile of mail left on the kitchen island.Â
He must have felt you watching him, because without looking up he said, âBedroomâs upstairs. Iâll bring our things up later.â
You nodded even though he wasnât 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 heâd 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 wasnât 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. Thereâd also been a bathroom and a few closets. The only room left had to be his, but you couldnât imagine heâd want to share that with you. You very gingerly walked in and set your bag at the foot of the bed. You didnât spend any more time there, afraid that you might be wrong.
When you went back downstairs, he was now rummaging through his fridge. âI put my bag in the bedroom upstairs,â you said to his back.Â
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. âI 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.â
You nodded. âI enjoy cooking,â you said, your mother's advice to âkeep him happyâ floating in your mind. âI can make dinner too, sometimes.â
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. âIf you want,â he said, âbut I donât expect it.â He put his own plate in the microwave.
âDo you have any other staff?â you asked.
He shook his head. âNot for the house, not right now.â
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. Youâd never gone without one at home. You also hadnât seen a large garage on the property, so you guessed there werenât any extra cars around. You felt stuck in this house already, shut in like he didnât 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 couldnât taste it. Your mind was ahead of you, wondering what the rest of the night held.Â
When you were done, Ransom loaded your dishes into the dishwasher and then said, âI donât know about you, but Iâm beat, so Iâm just going straight to bed. Feel free to stay up if you want. Iâm a heavy sleeper so you wonât wake me when you come in.â
âOh,â 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 wouldnât stop whispering that he didnât want you didnât count. âIâm still three hours behind, so I might stay up a little longer.â Doing what, you had no idea. You didnât have any of your things and you werenât sure what was off-limits here yet. And you were exhausted, still hadnât recovered from not sleeping the night before. But you just couldnât deal with the awkwardness of going to bed at the same time as him.
âOK,â he said and then just stood there, looking surprisingly lost. After a couple of endless minutes, he just said, âGoodnight,â 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 wouldnât 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. âIâm so sorry,â you whispered. âYouâll get used to it. Itâll be ok.â
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. Heâd 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 youâd 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 didnât 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 wouldnât 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 didnât 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 didnât know if she was allowed on the furniture â you were sure she wasnât, actually â but Ransom wasnât here to see it, so you couldnât find it within yourself to care.Â
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. âHi,â was all he said.
âHi,â was all you could say back.
He just stood there for a moment and then took off his coat and shoes. âHow was your day?â he asked, stiffly, as he came into the living room.Â
âFine,â you said. Then you realized he was actually attempting conversation and added, âMy things came, so I got started unpacking.â
He nodded, âThatâs good. Did you eat?â
âI did,â you said, hoping that was the right answer. âCan I get you some food?â
âNo, Iâm fine. I ate at the office.â Well, that answered where heâd been all day â his familyâs publishing house.
He cleared his throat. âIâm going to go upstairs to unwind. Will you be heading up soon?âÂ
Oh. Right. Itâd finally come. âYeah,â you said, your mouth suddenly dry. âIâll just get Lola settled and then join you.â
He looked down at your dog in your lap like he was noticing her for the first time. But he didnât 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. âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry,â you cooed, once you finally had her locked in. âI promise it wonât always be this hard and scary. Itâll be ok.â
Ransom was waiting for you in his room, sitting in an armchair by the window. âWe should talk,â he said quietly.
âOk.â You perched on the edge of the bed and did your best to look him in the eye, even as your heart was racing.Â
He took a deep breath and leaned forward. âWe donâtââ he started, then another breath. âThereâs nothing that we have to do tonight. I mean, we can certainly get the first time out of the way, if thatâs what you want to do. But it doesnât have to be now. We have time.â
You wanted to be relieved, but it just felt like delaying the inevitable. âWe donât, actually,â you said shaking your head. âWe donât have that much time. Especially if it takes a while. If thereâs going to be an issue getting pregnant, on either side, I think the sooner we know the better. I donât want to be blindsided by it when we only have a month left.â
âOk,â he nodded. âThat makes sense. Yeah, we can get it over with.â
You were proud of yourself for the way you didnât 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 âget it over withâ wasnât such a bad way to put it.Â
He stood up and sighed, looking like he was bracing himself. âI do need to know, have you done this before?â
You swallowed. The question wasnât unexpected but you werenât sure how to answer it and didnât know which answer he was looking for. You decided to be honest and hoped it would be ok. âYes, Iâve had sex,â you said, quietly.
He let out a long exhale in relief. âOk,â he said, âok, thatâs good.âÂ
You stood up, unsure of what to do. You just wanted to be on the other side of it. You suddenly thought of what youâd just told Lola. It wouldnât always be this hard and scary. You would get used to it. You just had to get through this first time. And then youâd know how he was. Resolved now, you started taking off your shirt.
âWait,â he said, breathed really. âJust wait.â
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 didnât 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 justâ A kiss was too much. You turned away. You couldnât 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 werenât ready for him to touch you, so you said, âI can get myself ready for you,â hoping it came off coy, but you were afraid heâd 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 werenât here, as you added another finger. You could hear Ransomâs 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 youâd seen him fully naked. He really was so beautiful. You sort of hated him for it.Â
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 wouldnât hurt, it was fine. You blinked your eyes open again to find Ransom staring at your face, searching for something. You couldnât begin to guess what. âIâm ready,â you said.Â
âAre you sure?â he asked, voice soft, but gritty.
âYeah, Iâm good. How do you want me?â
He seemed almost startled by your question. âUh, however youâre most comfortable.â
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 didnât have to look at him. If you could imagine someone else. Someone who loved you. Someone who wanted to be here.Â
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 werenât 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.Â
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 âShit.â and then a âFuck!â 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.Â
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 doesnât want you, it said, over and over. Your thighs were sticky, probably mostly from the lube. You didnât 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.Â
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 werenât still in it. He looked up and found you on the other side of the room.Â
âIs everything ok?â you asked quietly.
âItâs fine,â he said, voice sharp. You flinched and he sighed, then visibly tried to calm himself down. âItâs fine,â he said again, much softer this time. He held out a washcloth to you. âIn case you need to clean yourself up.â
You took a few steps toward him so that you could grab it. âThank you,â you said, as you quickly wiped between your legs, then went to finish cleaning up in the bathroom.Â
When you came back out, he was back in bed, on his back, just staring at the ceiling. âWhatâs that noise?â he asked.
âOh, itâs fine,â you hurried to answer. âItâs Lola, but sheâs ok. She just isnât used to sleeping alone. Sheâll get used to it, eventually.â Your heart broke as you spoke, but you knew it couldnât be avoided.Â
âWhere does she usually sleep?â he asked.
It took you a minute to answer, you were so surprised by the question. âUh, with me,â you said.
âThen go get her,â he said, without looking at you. He hadnât looked at you since youâd come out of the bathroom.
âReally?â you whispered.
âYeah, if it stops her crying.â
You didnât wait to be told again. You hurried across the hall and opened her crate, scooping her up into your arms. âIâm so sorry,â you cooed. âIâm so, so sorry. Itâs going to be ok now.â
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, âThank you,â not sure if he was awake to hear it.
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Chadwick Boseman Tribute as King Tâchalla
âEven though there were moments when we were overcome with the fact that we lost him, there were also those moments where we were bolstered by his spirit and the way he showed up, we kept his spirit very much alive in that way." - Lupita Nyongâo
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Happy Birthday
Steve Rogers x Reader
Summary: Steve's deep in a lie. One that he won't be able to recover from. What happens when he finds out you know the truth.
Word Count: 2.3K
Warnings: SMUT, LOTS OF SMUT, and fluff of course. Brat Tamer!Steve, Oral (M Receiving),
AN: Based on a headcanon I read at some point where Bucky threatens to reveal when Steve's real birthday is - I don't think I ever laughed harder! Hope you guys all enjoy! LYYYYYYYYY
"Hey, Cap," You called to him, walking over as he filed out of the briefing room. He looked up at you and smiled - lifting his hand up to wave. He looked at you suspiciously - your hands were hidden behind your back, clearly holding something.
"Whatcha got for me?" He smirked, "Hopefully not more files?" He added with a slight groan.
"Not at all. Just a little something," You showed him the box, "for your birthday."
Steve chuckled awkwardly, "Thanks sweetheart, but it's not my birthday for a while yet? It's December 12th?"
You smirked evilly, "Ahh but Captain, I discovered something quite interesting the other day. There was a collection of old SSR files found in an old crate and I had the pleasure of having to catalogue it. Most of it was boring but there was a file that caught my eye," Steve's eyes widened, but you continued, "The file of one 'Steven Grant Rogers'. And it surprised me to discover that the great Captain America is a-"
You were cut off by Steve slamming his hand down over your mouth. He looked around wildly, hoping that no one heard, before dragging you outside.
"Where did you find that file?"
"So it's true! Ha!"
"I'm not messing around, sweetheart. Who else knows?"
"No one. For now."
Steve stalked up to you, finger pointed at your chest, "You best keep your mouth shut, sweetheart."
"Or what, Captain, what are you gonna do?" You looked up at him with a mischievous glint in your eye.
"Fuck around and find out."
"Don't tempt me with a good time, Captain."
"Shut your mouth," He growled, his pupils blown with lust.
"Make me."
You barely made it back to his room before he slotted his lips over yours, hands grasping your face gently. You gasped into his mouth, his nose bumping yours as he pushed you through the door of his apartment.
"Jump," he mumbled against your mouth and you obliged. His hands gripped your thighs as they wrapped around his waist and he nudged the door shut with his toe. All without ever breaking the contact between your lips.
He carried you into the bedroom and dropped you in the center of his bed. He looked down at you like a lion looks at a gazelle, lust-blown eyes raking over your body.
"Just here to stare, Captain? All bark, no bite." It probably wasn't a good idea to provoke the beast, but you were having slightly too much fun watching Captain 'I-never-have-a-hair-out-of-place' Rogers lose his temper.
Steve shook his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "You're such a fucking brat," he muttered, a hand dropping to his belt. Your eyes followed his hand, raking over his unfortunately-still-clothed body. "You know what brats like you need? You need to be taught a lesson."
You almost let out a whimper, your cunt pulsing with need. Steve pulled off his shirt and his belt and dropped them on the floor unceremoniously. He climbed over you and crawled over you, his large body pinning you to the mattress.
He laid hands on the top button of your shirt before looking up at you for consent. "Please, Steve."
"See, that wasn't so hard." He began unbuttoning your shirt, laying gentle kisses in his wake. Once it was unbuttoned, he pushed it down your arms and tossed it onto the floor. He unbuttoned your trousers in the same way before pulling them off your legs and tossing them by your shirt.
His eyes raked over your semi-naked form, slowly appreciating every curve and dimple on your body. You smiled shyly - the weight of his gaze was heavy, heavy with adoration.
He flipped you onto your stomach and pulled your hips against his crotch. You could feel the bulge straining in his pants and you let out a moan as it brushed against your sensitive clit.
"Someone's sensitive," Steve said, the smirk evident in his voice.
"Someone's taking a long time to fuck me. Maybe I'll find some other agent to finish the jo-"
Slap. You jolted as Steve laid a hard slap against your ass. Your surprise melted into arousal and you let out another moan. You pushed back against him, letting him know you wanted more.
"You're mine," Steve growled, continuing to slap your ass, alternating between cheeks and pressures, "Mine to tame, mine to fuck. Get it, only mine."
You moaned in response - an enthusiastic yes.
"God, I can smell how wet you are, sweetheart. You like it when I slap you, huh? You like it when I get rough?" You nodded your head, pushing back into Steve again. You hear him chuckle and move away. You whine at the loss of touch, "Cockdrunk already, pretty baby? I haven't even touched you yet."
You heard Steve's zipper and the sound of jeans landing on the floor. You turned to look at him and you looked up at him with wide eyes.
"Impressed, baby?" Even through his boxers, Steve's bulge was impressive. Steve was a well-endowed man and he knew it. "Now come over here and show me how much you want this cock."
You climbed off the bed and sank to the floor in front of him. Your knees hit the solid cold floor and you were now at eye level with his cock. Steve's eyes went wide - clearly, he hadn't been expecting you to do that.
"May I, Captain?" You said, your fingers playing on the waistband of his boxers.
"Fuck yeah, sweetheart." Steve threw his head back as you pushed his boxers down. He was big. Bigger than youâve had before. Your mouth watered at his size and you leaned forward to give the tip of his cock a little kiss.
Smirking at the way Steve groaned as his cock twitched, you wrapped your hand around his girth and started pumping. Steve threw his head back, his hands finding your hair and making a makeshift ponytail.
Your tongue swiped over the tip of his cock, collecting the pre-cum on your tongue. You took his tip in your mouth, hands still languidly stroking the base of his cock. Your left hand traveled down to play with his balls, gently massaging them. It was music to your ears the way he choked out your name from your actions.
You took him further down your throat, pulling away when you started to gag. You tried again, trying to go further.
"Breathe through your nose sweetheart, that's it," Steve said as you took further down your throat. Your tongue ran over the large vein on the underside of his cock, massaging it as Steve threw his head back in ecstasy. "Fuck, sweetheart. I'm gonna ruin you if you don't slow down."
You smiled, as you pulled away from his cock. "Donât be afraid to do what you want, Cap." You hummed, "I can handle it."
Steve wrapped your hair around his fist, before guiding your face back down to suck on his cock. He pushed your head all the way down so that your nose was brushing against the trimmed hair at the base of his cock. You gagged around his length and the pressure made Steve let out a loud groan.
"Fuck, just like that, baby, yes," pressure began to build up in his stomach, as you bobbed your head up and down his length, "Keep going baby, don't stop."
Your hand moved back up to his balls, rolling them between your fingers as you kept sucking. The action made his hips stutter, the groan of your name practically coming out as a growl. "Iâm not going to last," he choked out, pulling you off his cock and up to standing again.
Your knees felt stiff after so much time on the cold, hardwood floor, that you winced at the sudden movement. Steve caught it.
"Next time, you're using a pillow." You smiled at the thought of a nest time.
He pushed you back on the bed, his mouth latching back onto yours as he kneeled in front of you.
"Can I?" He looked up at you, his beautiful blue eyes shining brightly. His fingers traced the waistline of your underwear, fingers hooking the sides to pull them down,
You frantically nodded yes, and they were gone a second later, your bra following soon after. Steve lifted you up and threw you onto the middle of the bed, his eyes ravenously traveling to your sopping wet cunt. You moaned at the show of strength.
"You like that? Being manhandled like a slut?" You moaned in affirmation.
You gasped at the feeling of Steve's tongue on your pussy. He licked a long, flat stripe up to your clit, flicking it with his tongue. Your hands found their way into his hair and you pulled him up.
"As much as I would love for you to eat me out. I need your cock. In me. Right now."
"Your wish is my command, sweetheart."
You saw him grab a silver foil packet from his nightstand and he ripped it open with his teeth. You watched as Steve rolled the condom down his cock, the cock that was just in your mouth.
"See something you like?" Steve smirked as he caught you staring.
You blushed, "I see a lot that I like," you replied honestly.
Steve's face broke into a huge childish grin and he pulled you closer to him, "Good." That was the only warning he gave you before he hit home, sliding into you gently. He moaned loudly, head tossed back in pleasure as you squeezed him.
You gasped, trying to adjust to his size, "S'big, Stevie. 'S so big hmmm, 'm all - ah - full." you squeaked, a rough growl escaping from his lips at your words.
"Yeah, sweetheart? God, you're so tight. Filling you up to the brim, like a little hole for me to use."
Tears slipped down your face as you tried to adjust to the stretch. He was so big you could feel him everywhere, with every shift of your body, with every breath you took. Steve took your face in his hands, wiping away your tears, "Breathe, sweetheart. Just breathe, yeah?" You nodded, taking a shuddery breath. Steve pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, "You tell me if it gets too much."Â
"I need you to move," you whispered. Steve slowly, pulled out and slowly pushed back in. And then again. And then again. Each time he got closer to bottoming out inside of you and you moaned as he pushed further and further.
Eventually, he picked up the pace, falling into a steady rhythm. A steady stream of moans left your lips. He brushed past your G-spot and you swore you saw stars. You were begging for more.
His hips began to snap into you, cock drilling into you so fast that you had fallen silent, mouth stuck in an 'O' shape. The praises falling from Steve's lips were lost on you as the pressure built up in your stomach.
"Steve, 'm not gonna last, Steve, please, 'm gonna cum, 'm gonna - oh my GOD, 'M GONNA CUM, AHHH-" You fell apart all over Steve's cock as he kept up this brutal pace.
Steve followed soon after, cumming with a loud moan of your name before collapsing beside you. You smiled up at him through your post-orgasmic haze, turning to nestle into his arms. He chuckled, laying a light kiss on your forehead, "I have to go take care of this, give me a second."
He laughed as you shook your head, desperately clinging to him tighter. He unraveled himself from you and quickly disappeared into the bathroom to dispose of the used condom.
Your eyes drifted shut as you waited for him, only to be forced open by something cool touching your inner thigh. You snapped your legs shut, only to find that Steve was holding a wet towel. "Just cleaning you up, sweetheart."
As soon as he was done, Steve pulled one of his t-shirts over your body and bundled you into his arms. At your disapproving grunt, he chuckled.
"Need to put some food in my best girl." He said, placing another kiss on your forehead.
"And then snuggles?" You asked, hopefully.
Steve smiled, "Yeah, sweetheart, then snuggles." He put you down on the cold island in the middle of the kitchen of his apartment and turned around to grab some fruit from the fridge.
The doorbell rang. Steve looked at the door and then the clock on the wall. He clearly wasn't expecting anyone. Both of you stood unmoving - you didn't know exactly what the nature of your relationship was. If it was someone you worked with - which of course it would be - you didn't want to be forced to go public.
Whoever it was was insistent. They banged on the door. "Hey, Punk, open the door." Steve let out a sigh of relief - it was Bucky, his best childhood friend. And also one of the best secret keepers in the compound.
Steve opened the door as you reached over to grab a strawberry. "What do you want, Jerk?" The door opened to Bucky mischievously smiling at Steve. Clearly, the fact that Steve was half-naked didn't bother him.
"Did you forget what today is?"
Steve's face blanched again.
"Happy Birthday, Punk!" Steve tackled a smirking Bucky to the ground. The sight made you burst into laughter, a strawberry held up to your mouth.
The sound made Steve look over at you. The sight of you sitting on his counter in his t-shirt, eating his strawberries made his heart jump. If this was how he got to spend the rest of his birthdays, he'd be a happy man indeed. Even if he had to put up with all your teasing.
fin.
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Warm Nights
heyy I know i mainly right for Loki but just know i love me sum steve and bucky toođœ! Anywayss hereâs a little thought thatâs been brewing in my mind for awhile now let me know if i should keep writing Steve too! This is a lil Mob Steve x fairly innocent Reader
Steve is a very dangerous man, you know that, he knows that, itâs not a secret. Oh, but he just feels so nice inside of you. Youâve never felt this good before, you donât want it to end. Luckily he doesnât either.
TW: Smutđ, a little manipulation??, Some degradation but praise too, dumbfounded kink, breeding kink, housewife kink??, most likely spelling errors, let me know if i missed anything!!
You panted, fingers slowly untangling out of Steveâs hair. His weight on top of you is so comforting, you donât want to move, he doesnât either. Heâs still well inside of you, that you know. Both of your breathing starts to slow, his face buried in your neck, inhaling his favorite scent. Your fingers began to trail down his broad muscular back, tracing patterns on his bare skin as you tried to distract yourself from squirming.
âMâ donât wanna go home.â You finally broke the silence softly, you can feel steve shift, pulling a small whimper from you, heâs proving his own point very easily. âThen donât.â He says, so simply. You groan as he moves again, earning a low chuckle from him as you slightly tense and unwind again in his arms. âI donât want you too, at least. Wish I could keep you like this forever.â He mumbled into the gentleness of your neck, placing a kiss before he began to mark your neck.
He was so gentle with you. Every action every gentle caress, everything he did was gentle but perfectly firm. âNeeda go home..â You muttered, unfortunately both of you knew what you wanted to do, stay here, intertwined. Luckily Steve was very persuasive. He kissed all over your neck and collarbone before he thrusted slightly, pushing himself deeper in your warm cunt. He was still hard for you, as always. You moaned slightly, your gentle caresses on his back quickly turning into claw marks as you slightly dug your fingernails into his back, earning a low groan.
âYou sure dove? This pretty little cunt is telling me otherwiseâŠâ He muttered darkly, making your core jump with excitement as you clenched around him, earning another chuckle but a slight growl followed by it. âF-fuckâŠâ You groaned, taking a deep breath as the two of you remained interlinked. âYouâre no better.â You retorted breathlessly, expecting to earn a teasing remark back. âNever claimed to be Angel, always so fucking hard for you.â His words make you blush and your pussy grow desperately slick.
âGod Steveâ You moaned as he slowly began to thrust inside of you once more, starting slowly as he eased around in your sensitive bud. You whimpered slightly, throwing your head back into the pillow as he picked up his pace. Crying out as he hit all the right angles, in all the right ways. âFuck. Gonna keep you like this for awhile sweetheart, nice and full for me.â His words went straight to your cunt as you squeezed around his cock, making him groan.
âNot gonna last long if you keep hugginâ me like that angel.â He reminded, making you slightly giggle before whimpering as your nails dug into his back, clawing at it as he finally hit your sweet spot with ease. You knew you werenât bound to last any longer, but he had trained you well. His grip on your hips tightened as he finally found your spot and abused it. His big hands holding you steady in place. âF-fuck i-iâm close steve!â You shouted, moaning as you felt yourself began to unravel on his cock.
âCâmon Angel you can take it, just a little longer. Fuck. So pretty for me when youâre like this, all fucked out on my cock.â He groaned in your ear, making you cry out in return as you tried to hold on for him, tried to be good for him. He could tell how much you were resisting the urge to cum. âThatâs it, Fuck youâre perfect. Iâm almost there, you gonna let me put a baby in you? Make you my housewife?â He mumbled as he began to thrust harder and faster in your cunt, your toes curling as you began to tug at his hair.
âDo you even know what iâm sayinâ dove? This pretty little brain overloading yet? Just say âyesâ baby.â He growled to you, talking you through it as you moaned his name loudly. âYes yes Steve fuck!â You moaned, not really understand what he was sayin, too focused on the pleasure. He groaned again. You could feel how close he was. âCum with me Angel.â And with those words, you did. You came on command, milking his cock. Causing him to unload inside of you. The feeling overwhelming as he laid back down on your body, the two of you panting once more. Back into your previous position of âwarmingâ him. Forgetting why you even considered going home in the first place.
âSuch a good girl for me. Your perfect dove.â His voice trickled in your ear breathlessly as he went right back to kissing and worshipping your bare body. You sighed as you remained in your previous position, continuing your sweet torture from earlier.
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Sorry if itâs a little short just wanted to finally make somethingđđ I write for Loki, Steve, and Bucky but I have NOT dived into the teas yet but iâm getting there, thank yall so much for the supportđđ
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The meeting
Word count: 504
Summary: The boys wanna make you remember everything about last night.
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI. Dirty talk. Memories of the night before. Threesome
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You were running late for the meeting and you slipped in quietly while Tony was talking earning you a stern look from him. You mouthed sorry to him and took your seat between Steve and Bucky. Both of them turning to you and smiling.
Once you had settled into your seat, Steve leaned over whispering into your ear. To anyone else in the room it looked like he was just telling you what you had missed from the beginning of the meeting, but it wasn't.
"I had a lot of fun last night sweetheart"
Your breath catching in your throat as Steve sat back in his chair smiling. Trying to focus on what the meeting was about, clearing your throat and sitting up straight. Then Bucky leans over.
"I hope you're feeling good baby girl. I can't wait to taste you again later"
You can feel your cheeks getting hot and turning red, remembering how Bucky's tounge felt moving through your folds. Steve leans in again as Bucky rests back into his seat and writing something down in his little notebook.
"Are you alright sweetheart? I can hear your heartbeat"
Damn him and his super solider serum.
"You know" he whispers "I can't stop thinking about those pretty lips around my cock"
It makes you clear your throat again. Tony gives you a questionable look while Bucky grabs your glass of water and handing it to you. Taking a sip and leaving it back down on the table in front of you.
Trying to focus back on the meeting but your thoughts can't stop going back to being with Bucky and Steve. Riding Bucky's fingers as you suck on Steve's cock. Watching his face as you moan around him.
"Just like that Angel, your mouth feels so good"
Nothing about this was rushed. They wanted to take their time with you. They were super solders. they had no problem waking in the morning for the meeting but as for you, you could have done with a few more hours of sleep.
Bucky leans over again and whispers.
"Are you thinking about it baby girl? Cause I can't stop thinking about your tight pussy wrapped around my cock. Fuck the noises you made when I was balls deep inside you. Squeezing me so tight I almost blew my load there and then"
Your breath hitches in your throat remembering how deep his cock was inside you. You hear both of them chuckle softly. It's a little while before Steve leans over again whispering in your ear.
"I can smell you sweetie. Your panties are so wet from thinking about us isn't it.. I'd love to lay you out in front of everyone and fuck you like I did last night. Show everybody here that you are ours"
Did he really say that? Ours? I'm their girl?
"Y/N? Y/N!"
Hearing your name shouted made you jump.
"I'm sorry Y/N, am I boring you?"
"No- No Mr. Stark. I'm sorry it won't happen again"
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New TFATWS Bloopers
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ALPHABET BOY- S.G ROGERS
Pairing: Brothers Best Friend! Steve x Innocent! Fem! Reader
Word Count: 3.6k
Summary: you despise steve and his constant teasing with you- the younger sister of his best friend bucky barnes. little do you know that teasing is flirting, and it comes in handy when youâre trapped at a costume party with no way home.Â
Warnings: SMUT, fingering, daddy kink, petnames, slight breeding kink, praise kink, swearing, size kink (steve is like 6âČ5), dry humping, slight degradation kink, lots of teasing, alcohol and drugs mentionedÂ
âi'm not a little kid now, watch me get big now- spell my name on the fridge now
with all your alphabet toys.... you won the spelling bee now, but are you smarter than me now? you're the prince of the playground
little alphabet boyâ - alphabet boy, melanie martinezÂ
You were sick of him.Â
Sick, sick, sick.Â
He plagued your brain, consuming you whole like some flesh-eating maggot. The thought of him was enough to send shivers down your back, make your stomach curl in on itself like rotten milk.Â
Steve scared you.Â
He scared you in a way you didnât even know was possible, in a way that was rooted deep in your core. The embarrassment you got whenever he was around sent you spiraling.Â
You were the shy, timid and innocent little sister to Bucky, though you weren't so little, he and his friends always thought of you that way.Â
Iâm not a little kid! Youâd often whine to him as he teased you, times never changing. Steve was Bucky's best friend, a brother to him if you will. Always lurking around, always popping up in places you'd least expect him.Â
He was the character that was always slouched on the couch when you got home, acting as if it were his house, and you were the guest. You might as well be, with the way he teased you.Â
Always making your cheeks heat whenever he mocked you, called you names, picked on you for your cutesy, little pink outfits. It made your toes curl in their socks, your hands balling into little fists as if you were fighting the urge to swing at him.Â
Heâs being mean to me again Bucky! Youâd often call from your bedroom as Steve towered over you, leaning against your bedroom door frame- eyeing you up like you were the star dish on the menu.Â
Let him! Heâd call back, making Steveâs smirk grow even wider.Â
It was torture, being around him. Any comments you shot back to him ended up backfiring almost immediately.Â
You were smaller, dumber, younger- didnât you know better?Â
No, you wanted to snap back. No, I donât know any better. Because Iâm stubborn and heâs being a tease.Â
Steve would build you up like building blocks, just to bring you back down again. Yet you refused to be away from him for too long. Yes the thoughts made you feel sick, tummy starting to ache as you thought of his cool, stern gaze, that cocky smile and biceps as large as your head.
 It made your thighs clamp, palms turn clammy when you thought of the happy trail that lingered down his abs whenever heâd stretch and yawn while him and Bucky were watching the game, knowing you were watching from behind your little hiding spot.Â
Damn him. Damn him and his mocking, pretentious ways. Damn him for always winning you back over, with little sweets and treats and the odd compliment, or attention he knew you so desperately craved.
 It was obvious, how drawn to him you were, like a lost puppy. Though you tried to fight it, you were always rewarded with a snarky comment.Â
Youâre so dumb. So dumb, such a baby.Â
You could never win, when it came to Steve. He was the golden child in everyoneâs eyes, always doing the right thing, always working so hard and succeeding! You were just trying your best, getting the soft, sad smile along with it.Â
They didnât see how Steve treated you. They didnât notice the sly looks he gave you, knowing he had beat you at every hand he dealt.Â
He was the prince of the playground. You were just a pawn for him, something to direct his mocking, sarcastic ways towards. Though you refused to cry in front of him, knowing that would irk his comments even more.
 Iâm just teasing you rabbit. Donât be so sensitive. Was his form of an apology. And you ate it up every single time, licking the plate and utensils before seconds.
 It was cat and mouse between the two of you, always pulling each other's leg. Or hair, in his case. The sexual attraction you felt towards him was undeniable, nonetheless. You were drawn to him and his charming ways, the facade he put on for others.Â
How could no one see him? The real him?Â
The Steve who always trailed his hand up your leg to pinch your thigh tightly when you were forced to sit next to him, the Steve who always looked at you as if you were his next meal.Â
He was an angel to the world, but his halo was anything but bright. You thought of him now, in your own set of angel wings- costume party in full swing. It was late, the hour growing long and you wanted nothing more than to stumble home.Â
Even if that meant taking yourself.Â
The alcohol was buzzing in your system, the bottle drowning you way past your limit. You were such a sucker for peer pressure, wanting nothing more than to please others.Â
So you drank, and drank, and drank until you were a babbling mess, the world seeming to bend over backwards, flipping each and every way as you adjusted your little wings and took another sip of some fruity cooler.Â
It was so saccharine you swore your teeth started to tingle as it swished around your mouth.Â
You needed to leave.Â
It was too stuffy and hot, bodies all packed together as the wallpaper glistened from the low lights, and the smoke started to cover everything like a shield. Nobody listened to you, your friends long gone as you attempted to beg for an exit, an escape route for you to stumble down.Â
Everyone had morphed into another being- you weren't sure who was who anymore, with all the masks and makeup. It was not your scene. Not at all.Â
Somehow, after a few loud, floor-shaking songs later you had managed to stumble over to a hallway, slowly guiding yourself past the couples who were dry-humping eachother against the picture frames, kissing with so much teeth and tongues it was like they were having a battle on who would gasp for air first.
The red solo cup had slipped from your nibble fingers, clattering against the hardwood and splashing red up against the walls.Â
It looked like blood.Â
The cool air hit you like a train on a track as you stepped out into the dark abyss, large forest looming in front of you as the porch light flickered. The shadows of the trees looked like clawed fingers against the grass, the gust of wind causing goosebumps to spread up your arms.Â
You needed to get home.Â
There was a trail that connected this property to yours, though it was long and windy. The smart thing to do was to call Bucky, explain to him the situation.Â
Iâm drunk. Like really drunk. And Iâm scared and I need someone to hold just for a few minutes while they take me home. It was a mistake and Iâm so sorry, I really am.Â
But he wouldn't hold you. He probably wouldnât even pick you up, saying it was your fault for getting in this situation, so you should find a way out of it.
 No, no that was intrusive thoughts talking. You couldn't tell the difference anymore. Everything in your brain was swimming, the world stretching and warping like a fushigi ball.Â
Bucky would pick you up. Of course he would. But you knew the consequences that would come with it. Which is exactly why you put another foot forward, pushing yourself off of the old, weathered siding.Â
You would be treated like a child, mocked at for being so careless. Well, he could shove that mocking up his ass. You were tired of him and his friends always being so mean, always bullying you because you were seen as careless.Â
You didnât need any company, but it didnât mean you were opposed to it. A shadow, one even more intimidating than the towering trees appeared, lingering behind you. It was stretched, shoulders wide as you peered down at it.Â
âYou shouldn't be out here all alone.â the voice murmured, low and deep as you turned. Your eyes met with a strangers, mask covering his face- deep looming pulled eyes staring at you.Â
Ghostface.Â
You had seen that movie with Steve and Bucky, though you had never been a fan of scary movies. âItâs not safe for little girls like you, you know.â he drawled on.
 It should've scared you, his sudden interest in you. He had appeared out of nowhere, quite literally from nowhere, keening to the likes of you. But it made you feel special, knowing this mystery man was talking to you.
 âIâm not alone, youâre out here.â you giggled, stumbling forward towards his 6â5 frame. You felt a weird desire to be in this mans arms- though there was no doubt about it that it was the booze that rushed to your head.Â
âYou should be scared angel. Not stumbling towards a stranger, all doe eyed like that.âÂ
âBut you seem nice!â you chirped out, forgetting your original mission to make way back to your home. You liked this man. You liked Ghostface.Â
â Mhm youâre lucky I am. I take pity on little girls like you.â His arm extended, tight black henley sleeves rolled up to his bulging biceps. Mystery mans hand was warm to the touch, the brush of skin against your own sent heat licking down your spine. It was then you noted the tattoo that was all too familiar, the twist and curves of black ink that bent around his wrist like a snake.Â
Steve.Â
âSteve?â The hand that shrugged off the mask confirmed your suspicions, long blonde hair curling at the nape of his neck, blue eyes sparked with mischief.Â
âYou really shouldn't be so vulnerable, ya know. What if I actually was a stranger? Itâs dangerous.â
 The scolding began. You were too dazed out to fight back, tongue stuck to the roof of your mouth.Â
âIâm sorry, I really am. Just- just donât tell B-bucky!â you hiccupped, praying he would help you. This was the first time you had needed Steve. Had wanted him to stay, and actually care.Â
He clucked his tongue. âI wonât. But we need to get you home, yea? Silly girl. Silly, silly girl.â
 âIâm sorry.â was all you could mutter, stumbling as he squeezed your hand as a sign of reassurance, fighting off the chill of the night air.
 âDonât be stupid. You weren't thinking of going in the woods alone, were you? There really must not be a brain in there after all.â he mocked, taunting you as he guided you onwards, towards the creaking trees, their limbs dangling down like claws that would scratch your skin lean off, leave you bare and vulnerable.Â
You took a deep breath, the fresh air heightening your senses as a twig snapped from under his weight, a soft tune leaving his lips as he whistled. You shuddered, leaning into him more, his larger hand in yours squeezing your digits a little tighter.
 âYou scared angel?â
 âN-no. Never scared.â you lied, staring straight ahead, though you couldn't see much besides his flashlight beam aimed at the little path in front of you.Â
âNot even when I spooked you that one time when you were with that pink bunny stuffie in your bedroom? What were you doing with it anyways?âÂ
Humping it to the thought of you, you wanted to confess but kept your lips shut.Â
âHaving a tea party.â you grumbled, to which he laughed. It brought you a sense of comfort in the moment- that laugh. It wasn't mean, or directed. It was just easy, carefree, and light as it bounced off an invisible sound barrier.
 He wasn't laughing at you. He was laughing with you.
 âCute. Youâre so cute bunny. You know that?âÂ
âNo.â you giggled, cheeks heating as hot as the sun, whether it was from the booze or his affections, you didnât know. It seemed like time was stretched and warped, the path ending as soon as it started when you were with Steve.Â
You felt weirdly protected with him near, the warmth of his body drawing you closer, the scent of his cologne making your head spin as he murmured to you. It was hard to comprehend what he was saying, your mind in a different place as you stumbled into your backyard.Â
The lights were off, the structure appearing empty and hollow as you stared up at it. âLooks like Bucko wouldn't of came anyways sweetheart.â he sighed, noting his car wasn't in the driveway, the doors appearing locked.
 âDoes that mean Iâm alone?â you asked, anxiety creeping into your voice. You didnât think you could be alone tonight. You were too anxious and on edge to deal with the warped shadows, bending and following you like a contortionist.Â
And if you puked, who said youâd be able to get off the bathroom tiles?Â
âIâm staying with you angel. Youâre too stupid to think for yourself right now.âÂ
You fought your urge to stick your tongue out at him, but you knew he was right. He teased you for having next to no thoughts in your brain all the time, but this time it was actually true.
 âLetâs go.â he tugged at your arm, causing u to stumble after him as he made his way towards the back door. His legs were so much longer than yours, stride extensive and full of authority. Steve knew exactly where to go, digging the key out of the hiding spot and unlocking the door.Â
You didnât even know how he knew where it was. You surely didnât remember.
 The light flickered on, humming softly as it illuminated the little breakfast nook. âSteve why do you hate me?â you blurted out, hiccuping as you bent down to unbuckle your shoes, kicking them off by the door.
 His face contorted into a look of confusion as he peered down at you. âI donât hate you bunny. Far from it.âÂ
You just nodded, taking his word for it. He was stumped by your level of compliance, as you normally would fight or bicker with him whenever he made a claim. But you were quiet, humming a little song as you trudged towards the stairs, hands out in front of you to guide you instead of turning on the rest of the lights.
 âStev-â you gasped as suddenly your body was lifted from the ground, swung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Your head spun as you stared at the world from a much taller height, body squirming as he moved.
 A hand smacked your thigh that poked from under your little dress, making you yelp. âStop squirmin girl. You're not walking up these stairs.â he grumbled, making the trudge up the rickety wooden stairs, hand rubbing your thigh as you felt your panties start to dampen.Â
His hand was so warm, so nice as it stroked your skin, even when it stung.Â
âIâm fully- fully able to walk up.â you slurred and he chuckled.
 âMhm I donât think you should think for yourself right now baby bunny.â he teased, and you giggled. Your bedroom door opened with a creak, and he walked you past the pink walls, past the frilly whites and endless stuffies as he plopped you down on your bed.Â
You laid back with a sigh, tracing the soft sheets with your fingers, sinking into them as you closed your eyes. Steve felt himself getting harder and harder the longer he gazed at you, so soft and delicate- like a little doll.Â
You were so in your element, basking in the comfort of the silk and cotton, just savoring how fuzzy you felt in the moment.Â
âCan you help me with my costume Stevie?â you whispered, eyes fluttering open to smile at him. He thought he was dreaming. He needed to be pinched.Â
But you needed his help, craved for his touch again as you lay there- almost helpless. You swung your leg up, toes curling against his abdomen in your socks, stretching your arms over your head.
 âYouâre such a tease, you know that?â he murmured, tugging at each sock, peeing them away from your skin to reveal your bubblegum pink nail polish.Â
âMhmm so tired though Stevie. I canât do anything.âÂ
âOh I know.â he smirked, hands slowly inching their way up towards your thighs, fingers walking their way across your skin.Â
âJust need your help, you gotta take care of me.â you giggled, back arching as he tugged at your dress, pulling off the rest of your costume. Your breasts were bared, shining in the pale moonlight as the air whooshed past his teeth.Â
No bra.
 âFuck. Fuck fuck.â he murmured as you giggled softly, batting your eyelashes at him as if you were a schoolgirl. âWhatâs the matter Stevie?â you asked, reaching for him, nails softly scraping against his biceps.Â
âYouâre so fucking adorable angel. Jesus Christ.âÂ
âYeah?â you smiled, grabbing his hand, guiding it down towards your lacey underwear that was now soaked, letting his fingers circle your button through the fabric.Â
You moaned, back arching against the sheets as he smiled, that wicked grin that drove you wild. You couldn't help yourself. You were on cloud nine, head in the heavens from the way he looked at you, the way he touched you.Â
Hands slipped up to grope your breasts, massaging them, squeezing each nipple as your mouth parted into an O shape, moaning his name. His hands slipped under your undergarments, fingers coaxing you open as your legs fell limp- purely under his control. Submissive and willing for him.Â
It drove him wild, the sweet, innocent little sister of his best friend- the person he had craved for years was now under him looking like a doll.
 âGotta open you up first princess. Donât wanna hurt your sweet, little hole hm?â he whispered, thumb circling your clit, so sensitive under his flesh, aching for him.Â
You were just so needy, practically begging him- words slurring as you humped his hand, mindlessly reaching for one of your stuffies to cling to as your body rode him.Â
âMhmm so⊠daddy..â you gasped out, emitting a low growl from his lips. You moaned into the fur of the animal, to which he quickly ripped away.Â
âDonât hide your sweet little noises for daddy baby, donât you know better? Weâre all alone here, just the two of us. But even if we weren't, wouldn't you want everyone to know how good daddy's fingers feel stuffed in your cunnie?âÂ
You nodded viciously, gasping for breath as heat licked down your spine, burning bright in your core as he rocked into you deeper. It was taken away in an instant, a startled gasp leaving your lips in disappointment before you saw his hands fumbling with his belt, muttering under his breath.Â
âFuck Iâm sorry angel but I can't take this anymore.I need- I need to be inside you Iâm-âÂ
You whimpered as he tugged down his bottoms as quickly as the two of you had entered this tangled affair, barely having a second to process what was happening before he was in you, and he was in you deep.Â
Plunging straight to the hilt, hands clawing at his biceps as you moaned, cried his name so sweetly he almost combusted right then and there.
 âIâm so sorry angel I just- been waiting too long, FUCK youâre so goddamn tight n wet..â he murmured, head drooping low as he breathed you in, watched the way your juices coated his cock as he slipped out just slightly, only to plunge in even harder.Â
You clung to him so nicely, as if you were just made for him and only him, delicate and dainty. It was so easy to make you drool, so easy to watch you melt deeper into the mattress as he used you as his own personal fleshlight, muscles tensing and flexing as they adjusted you to the exact positions he wanted you in.Â
âYouâre so good to me Stevie. So, so good, filling meâŠâ you sighed, eyes hazy and glazed over as you peered up at him, admiring the man you hated with a passion, but the one you also craved like a drug.Â
He was so careful with you, guiding your tipsy body home, but so rough and eager with you now, as if he was feral.
 âStevie?â you asked softly, face distorting slightly the longer he looked at you, confusion now smeared across your face like a kids finger painting. âStevie?âÂ
You were muffled- trapped underwater. Murky.Â
His eyes flew open with a start, meeting yours as he blinked the fuzz away. His hand was so close to your body, just mere inches away from the place he had been touching you in his dream.Â
âMhm?â he asked, noting he had somehow ended shirtless in your bed, the girly bedsheets wrapped around his low midriff, and you fought not to stare down at his happy trail.Â
âYou were dreaming I think. Mumbling something.â you slurred, head smacking down back onto the pillow as he stared at you, your eyes now closed once more.Â
He didnât fully remember what had happened. He had teased you, felt you up, and helped you home. But now he was in your bed, despite the fact the two of you bickered constantly, and nothing had happened.Â
Your little skimpy pjâs were still on. His boxers were on. Though he wished more than anything they were off, that everything was off and he could feel you the way he had ten seconds earlier.Â
He watched the steady rise and fall of your chest as you fell back into a drunken slumber, hand slipping over to cup your warm cheek before he could stop himself.Â
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