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biteofcherry · 8 months

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This is just a collection of very short scenes from Ruby Garden, focused on adventures in tangerine theft 😆

for @dumbgothbunny who asked for some crumbs of Ruby Garden 💗

Ruby Garden Masterlist

Each separated bit is about different Reader (meaning each Dom has a different Reader).

Dom!Lloyd Hansen x sub!reader

Dom!Ari Levinson x sub!reader

Dom!Andy Barber x sub!reader

Dom!Nick Fowler x sub!reader

Dom!Steve Rogers x sub!reader

Dom!Bucky Barnes x sub!reader x Dom!Curtis Everett

warnings: none really; it's pure playfulness and teasing; only brief mentions of punishments and filthy shmexy times; BDSM setting; Dom/sub dynamics; safe, sane and consensual; power imbalance

Intro

Out of all the snacks available for members of the Ruby Garden, it's the tangerines that somehow gained a status of most desired gold.

It happened as anecdotes and inner jokes happen - because of a one time incident.

A mistake in the order led to double quantity of bananas and complete lack of tangerines. Since Ari Levinson wasn't about to let anything go to waste, the buffet served bananas for a month in various forms (thankfully along with other available fruit, small salads and canapes). And not a single tangerine.

So when finally tangerines were ordered again when the bananas were all eaten, the submissives jumped on them like starved.

Which led to the decision of making little citrus fruit a rarity, so that their appearance brought joy and laughter.

It also started a game of tangerine theft.

Lloyd

You winked at your co-conspirator as the both of you followed Master Lloyd.

Well, you followed the crate of tangerines that were carried to the bar. It just so happened that Master Lloyd was the one who brought in the first crate and now the other.

You leaned against the bar, your friend along with you, bouncing in excitement. And a bit in impatience, as you waited for him to acknowledge your presence.

That he was aware of you standing there, you were sure.

Somehow Master Lloyd was always aware of his surroundings, like a predator in vigil.

You didn't know his line of work, but perhaps he was simply attuned to submissives so much he's aware when they sneak around. Especially when they try to avoid him and his whip.

You kicked your friend when she opened her mouth, undoubtedly to call for him.

No, no. If you're not another Master, you didn't call for Lloyd. You waited for his permission to speak.

Or accepted if he ignored you, since it meant he wasn't interested at all.

But thankfully, after a few more heartbeats, he turned around and arched a single eyebrow as he eyed you.

"What can I get you, bunnies?" He tilted his head, throwing a dishcloth over his arm as if he was a bartender.

You grinned and your friend giggled.

"We'd like tangerines," you stated boldly.

The game was mostly about theft, but no rules applied, meaning that asking for it counted as well. Besides, your goal was to distract Master Lloyd enough that the actual theft could happen...

"Tangerines?" Lloyd whistled. "Wow. You play big game, bunny."

"How big?" You licked your lips and gulped.

A part of you itched to feel that lick of whip, but a bigger part of you wanted to run fast - like the bunny he called you - and hide in a hole.

"You need to earn a tangerine." Lloyd crossed his arms. "With a trick."

"A trick?" You narrowed your eyes, trying to think of something you could do. You weren't a magician, nor a gymnast who could do flips.

Then it suddenly downed on you, your grin broadening.

Maybe you didn't knew some cool tricks, but you had a few from the past college party girl life.

"Can I earn two tangerines, if the trick is really neat?" You asked, linking your arm with your friend's.

"Sure, bunny," Lloyd chuckled.

Head held high, you went over to the counter loaded with smoothies in tall glasses. You picked one and brought it over to where you were standing earlier.

Taking the straw out of the glass, you tossed it aside. Then you crossed your wrists behind your back and leaned forward.

You opened your mouth wide and hovered above the glass for a few deep breaths. Then your mouth was on the glass, cheeks hollowing in a strong suck to keep the glass from falling out as you lifted up your head.

Slowly, not to choke on a rather thick smoothie, you tilted your head back and downed it all.

When you put the glass back down - still without using your hands; you felt slightly dizzy for a second. Then the sense of hilarious euphoria kicked in as you realized you managed to do that.

Judging by Master Lloyd's face, euphoria was the right feeling for the rest of your evening too.

"Bunny," he said, smirk curving his lips, "your mouth can earn a whole crate of tangerines, if you put your mind to it."

He held out two tangerines, which you accepted with a giggle.

"Tell you what," Lloyd leaned forward, "you can earn yourself two more, if you repeat that trick on my cock. And another two for your friend, if you manage not to cum while she licks you when you choke on my dick."

Ari

The girls were doing great job occupying Master Lloyd, giving you the perfect opportunity for your self-proclaimed ninja stealthy skills.

Having tiptoed to the other side of the bar countertop, you slid yourself across it; hand diving straight into the crate of tangerines, which was left there earlier.

Quickly, you grabbed two in one hand and two in the other. Hugging them to your chest, you wiggled back down.

However, your smile of triumph froze and then fell from your lips as soon as you turned around.

Your Master was standing right behind you, with arms crossed and a displeased look on his face.

Damn it!

You weren't even aware he was anywhere near to spot you. You made sure there was no one other around this side of the club, but somehow Ari detected you.

And sneaked up on you instead. How, you had no idea either. At least you were barefoot, which allowed extra silence to your step. Ari was wearing shoes and still moved so quietly you didn't hear him.

For a split of a second, your gaze drifted above his shoulder, before returning to his beautiful, but stern face.

Slowly, you lowered your arms as if ready to give him the tangerines in defeat.

Before that happened, however, you suddenly tossed the fruit over Ari's shoulder. Surprising him completely.

"Run girls, run!" You yelled.

Two other submissives, who were standing further away, caught the flying tangerines and ran off in opposite directions.

That was the whole main game plan for tonight. All of the submissives working together, so that at least some of them managed to steal and eat tangerines.

Ari's head whipped around the second you yelled. He watched two subs run like mad, squealing in delight (and partly in excitement upon the chase being now on their tail).

When he turned back to you, there was a look of utter disbelief on his face and you barely stopped yourself from snorting in amusement.

And then he burst out laughing. A roaring sound, with head thrown back and arms falling to his sides.

There were crinkles in the corners of his eyes as he looked down at you. Your own lips were curved in a happy smile, feeling blissful joy from making your Master laugh.

"Sacrificing yourself for the greater good, huh?" Ari chuckled, stepping closer.

"Sacrificing?" You asked nervously, taking a tentative step back.

Ari's hand shot up instantly, gripping the back of your neck and yanking you forward.

"Oh, definitely, Cherie." His voice dropped lower.

All of your blood seemed to flood lower, too; pulsing in your clit.

"Theft is punishable. Severely. We'll start by taking your thieving hands out of equation as you serve your atonement."

Though his words evoked a wave of heat, they also made you gulp. Ari's versions of punishments were unpredictable, always wicked. Inquisitors could learn from him.

"Will I get a tangerine afterwards?" You asked, trying for a cute face when he gripped your chin.

"If you're conscious." Ari declared in a deadly dark tone.

Andy

Having caught two flying tangerines, you made a quick swerve and then purposely slowed down.

Keeping a soft smile on your lips, you walked as if nothing happened. As if you weren't holding a tangerine in each hand, which you tried to hide with the layers of frilly, sheer dress you were wearing.

You passed another sub on your way, right by the bathrooms as you previously agreed. Brushing her hand against yours, seemingly casually, she took one of the tangerines.

You continued on, taking steady steps toward the actually empty submissive's nook - a cozy lounging space for submissives to sit between scenes or wait for their Masters.

Hiding in plain sight.

No one would even think you're bold enough to eat your tangerine of victory out in the open.

Peeling it quickly, you popped first piece into your mouth and smiled. Then another piece. And another. Though you often bought tangerines on your grocery trips, they never tasted like those in the ruby Garden.

Humming in giddy happiness, you scooped the orange peels and wrapped them in a wipe. Boxes of wipes were available all around, quite a necessary item in this kind of club.

You took another layer and wrapped it for good measure, then tossed it into a small bin in the corner.

"Hiding the evidence?" Andy's voice startled you.

You jumped with a squeak, accidentally kicking the bin as you straightened.

"Sir?" You twisted your hands behind you.

Quickly rubbing your palms on the fabric of your dress, you hoped to wipe off any remnants of citrus scent and flavor.

"Everything points to you stealing and eating a tangerine, Birdie." Andy neared, placing both hands on your shoulders and gently massaging them.

"I-" a part of you wanted to confess immediately.

But a part of you - the one that learned under Master Andy's care that playfulness was rewarded too - stopped you from blurting your citrus sins.

"I don't know what you mean, Sir," you replied instead, biting your lip.

"I see." Andy's blue eyes darkened, but his jaw remained relaxed, meaning he wasn't really cross with you.

His hands swiped down your arms, fingers encircling your wrists in a firm grip.

"You've never seen me put a suspect on a stand. Now you'll see it first hand." He linked your wrist cuffs together in front of you. "Let's see how your line of defense holds up after a few rapid rounds."

Nick

Swiping a tangerine from the other sub's hand, you trotted to the corner of the club that still was marked as unopened after a small renovation.

There was this black lacquered cocoon, not unlike the garden ones, which you wanted to hide and sway in for a while now.

It was supposed to be officially free to use as of the next day, so you didn't think that you hiding there would do any damage. And a hiding place you definitely needed, to follow with your tangerine crime.

You climbed into the cocoon, huffing at the height it was hung on. You snuggled into dark, soft cushions and stuck out one of your foot to push against the wall and get the cocoon rocking slightly.

Then you peeled the tangerine and ate it, with a cheshire grin on your face.

Frowning, when your hideout stopped swaying, you tried to get it into motion again. But it wouldn't budge.

You added more force, but nothing happened.

It downed on you why.

Gulping nervously, you quickly swiped tangerine peels under the cushions and sunk further into them, hoping to disappear.

"Funny," the drawl of Master Nick's voice sent a shiver down your spine, "I can smell citrus, but it's impossible for any to be here, right? Not in the still locked area. Far away from the buffet where the tangerines are supposed to be."

He appeared in your line of vision slowly, hand gliding along the lacquered wicker of the cocoon.

It was his strong hold that stopped the movement of the swing.

"Um, no, Sir," you looked up at him, sweet smile on your face. "Definitely no tangerines here."

"Mhm." He tilted his head to the side, gaze sliding over your body. His tongue swiped over his bottom lip in a slow, tempting motion. "Yet I still can smell it."

"Maybe it's my perfume," you shrugged, surprising yourself with the bold bullshit.

"Could be." Nick nodded, as if taking your argument seriously. "Or a sneaky submissive could've broken the sacred tangerine law and is in need of punishment."

Suddenly he was in your space, half of his body in the cocoon as he caged you in.

"You won't mind, if I sate my curiosity, right Bonbon?"

He took one of your wrists into his hand, lifting your arm and trailing the tip of his nose so slowly against it. From your shoulder to your wrist.

He gently pressed your arm back against the wicker backrest, above the cushions.

Then suddenly your wrist was trapped.

"What the h-" you barely stopped yourself from cursing. You turned your head, neck craning uncomfortably. Only to see your hand cuffed to the backrest.

You haven't noticed the shackles before! Damn it!

Nick was quick to cuff your other wrist as well. When his big hand gripped your ankle, you squeaked.

He forced your leg up, bending it at the knee and pulling it slightly to the side. Your ankle was secured in a cuff at the bottom rim of the cocoon. So was the other.

Leaving you spread like a little frog ready for dissection.

"I'll just probe around, Bonbon," Nick's smile was cruel as he ran his fingertips down your inner thighs.

You realized then, why the cocoon was at this particular height.

Since your exposed pussy was almost perfectly aligned with Master's hips.

Bucky and Curtis

One of the two tangerines flying from above Master Ari's shoulder almost smacked you right in the face, but you managed to catch it.

With a squeal, you hugged them to your chest and sprinted right.

You hurried to the little nook you have scouted for yourself earlier. Behind a huge potted Areca palm that stood between two couches in the Dom's lounging corner.

Kneeling behind it, you peeled both tangerines. You stuck the peels inside the plant's pot - a win win, really: you got the sweet citruses and hid the evidence, and the palm got free compost.

You were about to munch on your tangerine, when heavy steps neared your tiny corner.

Two sets of heavy steps. Crap.

Trying not to move too rapidly, you peeked from behind green fans of palm leaves. Hoping that they simply walked over to sit and lounge, and that they would go away soon.

Unfortunately for you, Masters Curtis and James (who liked to be called Bucky outside of scene) were standing right in front of the palm, their eyes settled on you.

"Gonna come out of your den, little fawn, or do you need me to yank you out?" Curtis' firm, gruff voice was marginally colored with amusement.

When you didn't move right away, Bucky crouched down. It allowed him to be more at your eye level, but you knew it wasn't to make you feel equal. But so you could really see the icy blue of his ice shine with promise of repercussions.

"See, little fawn," Bucky said, "the worst mistake a prey does is making a sound. And your cute squeak was like a beacon that called to us."

He grinned and you felt your heart rise to your throat. Then it dropped down straight to your clit, making it pulse so rapidly you thought you may come just from their overwhelming, dangerous aura.

Your gaze skittered around, fingers clenching around the two small fruit. There really was no place to run. And you didn't even get to eat your tangerine yet.

Maybe you could stuff one right into your mouth, before you walked out to them?

Just when you were considering defeat, you noticed that the backrest of one of the couches was sloped. There was a nook right at the bottom, a corridor between the wall and the couch.

If you were fast, you could make it.

Especially since there was a set of two coffee tables the Doms had to move around before they could reach the other end of the couch you'd be crawling behind.

You made it look as if you were rounding the big pot, hoping to fool them.

And then you sprinted on your hands and knees, squeezing yourself between the back of the couch and the wall.

Somehow you managed to get free, without getting caught right away. So you fled.

This time not knowing where, only that you had to run away from the big bad monsters. You also really, really hoped they would catch you. Oh God, how you hoped this thrill of chase would explode into another surge of adrenaline and endorphins upon being caught.

As you ran, you passed another submissive. You forced one of the tangerines (slightly squeezed) into her hands and darted forward.

You were sure you're hearing heavy footsteps behind you. You were about to glance over your shoulder to check how close they were on you, when suddenly you slammed into a warm wall of muscles.

Bucky caught you, chuckling at your loud squeak.

Then Curtis was pressing behind you, his shadow cutting out any light and making you breathe harder.

"What to do with a naughty fawn?" Curtis hummed, curling his fingers around the front of your neck and pulling your head backwards, until it rested on his chest.

"I say a spry, sweet venison is best to be roasted," Bucky's arms were still around you, caging your own arms at your sides.

His breath tickled your cheek before he nipped your earlobe.

"Spitroasted."

Steve

You were obediently staying in place as your Master prepared the bench for what he had planned for you tonight. Already naked, you kept your gaze mostly to the ground, still battling your insecurity to look upwards and bravely face whoever may be glancing your way.

Which is why you didn't see the bolt of heavily breathing submissive darting your way.

Only when you heard the commotion did you look up. Just as she ran past you.

As she did, she dropped something small and sticky into your hands.

Eyes wide in surprise, you watched her run away and Master Curtis prowling right after, determined smile curving his lips.

There was no Master James in sight, which meant he was probably already cutting off the submissive's escape rout.

Your eyes shifted back to what was in your hands and they widened further.

A peeled tangerine.

Sacred, forbidden, so so tempting.

You glanced at Steve, who still had his back to you as he readjusted the straps. For s second you got distracted by the way the muscles in his back flexed as he worked.

But a trickle of citrus juice tickling your finger reminded you of the gold in your hands.

You ripped away one tiny piece and quickly stuffed it in your mouth. In the very last moment you stopped yourself from moaning around it.

Then you popped another piece into your mouth, smiling as the slightly sour flavor mixed with sweetness.

You munched on two pieces at once, squeezing your eyes shut when the juice grazed your throat, nearly causing you to cough.

"Don't choke, Darling." Steve's amused voice almost made you do that.

You turned to him swiftly, one hand flying to cover your still chewing mouth, the other squeezing tangerine tighter.

Blue eyes shimmering with laughter, Steve took your hand and pried it off your face. Crinkles around his eyes seemed to deepen when he saw your puffed cheeks and puckered, juicy mouth.

"I always knew you're magical, but to summon a tangerine without moving from your spot is an astonishing trick," he teased.

He brought your hand to his lips, then licked the juice off your fingertips.

When he let go of your hand, but kept his outstretched, palm up, you knew what he demanded. You placed the tangerine in Steve's hand, with a little regretful sigh.

"Quite a few pieces left still, Darling." Steve glanced at the remaining tiny, orange moons.

"Since I know you're my good girl, I'm sure you'll deserve them when we're done." He ran a single finger along your cheek, then used it to tilt your chin up.

"I'll feed you them myself. Each piece for every orgasm you give me."

Your pupils dilated and your thighs clenched.

There was still at least half of a tangerine remaining. More than three or four pieces. Five perhaps.

"And then-" Steve leaned closer, his lips brushing against yours- "I'll tell you how to steal tangerines, so no one catches you."

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paperweight91 · 3 months

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Which other CE babe is most likely to make boss and boyfriend!Lloyd jealous and territorial? Maybe you’re on the periphery of a business meeting between the two of them, and Babe (unaware you’re Lloyd’s) keeps shooting you slow onceovers and thanking you and giving you warm smiles, and Lloyd is TWO SECONDS AWAY from shooting him in the face lollll.

So I had several thoughts on this….i hope you like my answer 😈

The Green Eyed Monster

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x reader

W/C: 970

Warnings: jealous!Lloyd, sneaky!reader

A/N: at this point anything under 1k words is a Drabble, if only because I say so. Comments, feedback and reblogs are much appreciated!

You had been Lloyds personal assistant for years. This job was your calling. You had always taken such great pride in how well you looked after him. It had been a recent party that had changed everything in your relationship with him.

Lloyd had forgotten his favourite watch at home. Which you of course had to traipse all over to get for him. It wasn’t the end of the world, but annoying when you were supposed to be off the clock.

You knew this was a black tie event, so had made sure to put on your best outfit and do your make up. Even if you were only going to be in and out, you couldn’t let your appearance make Lloyd look bad.

When you arrived at the venue you quickly clocked Lloyd and discreetly made your presence known. He waved you over to the conversation he was having with one of the local politicians, you didn’t know who. As you approached, a broad grin had spread across Lloyd’s face, “Honeybee! You made it!”

You quickly hid your surprise, as you noticed the perfectly matching watch on his wrist. It had been a ploy. You had raised an eyebrow at him as he tucked you into his side, and he only smirked and nuzzled your head in response.

Not much had changed it your working relationship. You were both professional. However, your home life had gotten infinitely better since that night.

The two of you had become inseparable in your off hours. You had a surprising amount in common, and the sex was to die for. It had taken you a few months to realize how long Lloyd had actually had feelings for you before the party, and the longer the two of you were together the more in love you fell with him.

***

You were sitting at your desk when a shadow clouded your vision. Looking up you saw a tall, broad man with beautiful blue eyes. He had dark hair shaved close to his head, and a beard lining his cheeks. He gave you a soft smile and introduced himself.

“Heya Darlin’ I’m here to see Lloyd. Curtis Everett. The girls downstairs told me you could help me with that?”

His eyes glittered as they took you in from head to toe, and you found yourself getting warm under his watchful gaze. You stood and offered your name, before directing him to the conference room you had set up for their meeting.

“Do you want any coffee, tea or water for your meeting Mr. Everett?” You flattened your palms against your skirt to clean off some of the sweat you know had already accumulated there.

“Coffee would be lovely, do you need a hand?” He gave you another smile that left you feeling bubbly.

You giggled, just as Lloyd entered, “No Mr. Everett, thank you for the offer. Mr. Hansen, your regular coffee for the meeting?”

As your eyes flicked to Lloyd, you saw his jaw tick and the vein pop in his throat. That always meant trouble. The fact he only nodded and didn’t verbally answer was all the confirmation you needed that he was pissed.

You busied yourself getting Lloyd’s coffee ready just the way he liked it. When you got to Curtis’ mug you stopped short, you had forgotten to ask him how he takes his coffee. You shook your head and grabbed a tray to load the two mugs and creamer and sugar onto and made your way back to the conference room.

Lloyd didn’t acknowledge you as you placed his mug in front of him. Staring straight at Curtis, while Curtis’ eyes never left your figure. You could feel him undressing you, although his expression was soft.

“I’m sorry Mr. Everett, I forgot to ask how you take your coffee.” You placed his mug in front of him and offered the tray with sugar and creamer.

“It’s alright darlin’ I normally take it with a bit of sugar, maybe you could just dip your finger in and sweeten it up a bit.” He winked as he looked up at you from behind his lashes.

Before you could respond a loud crack from the other side of the table had both of you looking over at Lloyd. His face was unreadable, but in his fist was the pen he had been playing with when you entered the conference room, snapped in half.

You stood stock still, torn between your need to comfort and reassure him, and your professionalism. Lloyd’s eyes finally left Curtis, and looked at you. He took in the emotions warring across your face. You saw his lips twist into a frown, before he stood and circled around the table. He gathered you against his chest, and murmured an apology into your hair.

You nodded and looked up at him, placing a small peck on the corner of his mouth. You smoothed your hands along his shoulders before stepping back and nodding. You turned to Curtis and gave him a warm smile.

“It was lovely to meet you Mr. Everett, have a great meeting. Mr. Hansen can call if you need a refill.” With that you took your leave from the conference room.

As you shut the door behind you, you heard the deep rumble of Lloyd’s voice, “You ever try any shit like that again Everett, I’ll cut your balls off and shove em down your throat. We clear?”

You smiled softly to yourself as your phone buzzed in your pocket. Thanks, he’s going to murder me. You better get great jealous sex, cause I’m not doing this again. - C. You laughed at your best friend's text, and went about reorganizing Lloyd’s calendar for the rest of the day.

You were banking on great jealousy sex in Lloyd’s office later.

#lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen #the gray man #chris evans #paperweight answers #curtis everett

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔

week 5 - day 17 - kinktober - group sex, begging, voyeurism, degradation, praising, daddy kink, sir kink, semi-public sex, fingerfucking, facefucking, overstimulation, spanking, sharing kink, cum eating, breeding kink, dirty talk, oral sex, nipple play, spit kink, hair pulling, squirting, deep throating, cock and ball worship, cuckolding, aftercare, being recorded and teasing - daddies ari levinson, nomad steve rogers, curtis everett. their best friends bucky barnes and andy barber and reader's teacher jake jensen x little student reader.

warning - group sex, begging, voyeurism, degradation, praising, daddy kink, sir kink, semi-public sex, fingerfucking, facefucking, overstimulation, spanking, sharing kink, cum eating, breeding kink, dirty talk, oral sex, nipple play, spit kink, hair pulling, squirting, deep throating, cock and ball worship, cuckolding, aftercare, being recorded and teasing.

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18+ only please, the gifs and headers aren’t mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

“Class dismissed! Please make sure to have your work handed in by next Tuesday. It’s not that hard, people.” Jake groans, taking his glasses off as he runs his hand down his face dreading what he has to do next. He puts his glasses back on before standing and fixing his shirt. Jake walks over to where his very tiny and well-liked student stands, packing her school supplies in her small princess bag. “Miss L/n, may I have a word with you before you go?”

Y/n looks up, her face lightening as her favourite Professor stands before her. She blushes under his gaze, her thighs squeezing together, not so subtly, wishing that he’d touch her as her daddies do but will never mention that to them, not wanting to hurt their feelings or make them think that she doesn’t love them. Y/n jumps onto her desk, giving Professor Jensen a big grin “of course, Mr Jensen.”

Jake’s eyes dance down her body, taking in the form-fitting, tiny dark blue sundress. His pants tighten at the sight of her breasts nearly spilling out, and Jake clears his throat as his gaze darts back up to Y/n’s dumbed-out face. “I’ve noticed that you haven’t completed any assignments I’ve given you. My question is, Miss L/n. Why haven’t you been handing in your work?”

Y/n pouts, her brows furrowing as her breath hitches, “a–am I in trouble, Professor?” Her doe-like eyes widen, staring up at the tall man, lip beginning to wobble at the thought of disappointing the man.

Jake shakes his head, “no, no. I just need to know if there is a reason for the lack of work.”

Y/n’s mouth forms into an ‘o’ before a dreamy smile appears, “oh! I got a reason for it, Mister!” Jake nods and gestures for you to continue, “I was getting railed by my daddies!” Jake’s eyes widen at the confession, “I mean… They try to help me with my work 'cause I’m a dumb baby, but it usually ends with me underneath them.” A giggle escapes Y/n’s lips, eyes glazing over as she thinks about her daddies.

Many emotions go through Jake at that moment, shock, anger, jealousy and horniness. He shifts a bit as he feels his cock harden, rubbing against the denim of his jeans. Without meaning to, Jake lets his jealousy get the better of him. “That’s no excuse, Miss L/n, and it’s quite disappointing to know you’d rather be a whore than do your work.” Jake storms over to his desk, grabbing a stack of paper before walking back. Not noticing how Y/n’s bottom lip quivers or the tears filling her eyes, Jake practically slams the papers into her chest before continuing. “If you don’t have these completed by next week, then I will be going to head office and get you removed from either my class or this school.”

Y/n watches her Professor storm back to his desk through blurry eyes, quickly tightening her grip on the papers and her bag. She runs out of the room, holding back her sobs the best she can as she runs home. The moment the building comes into sight, the tears fall, and she runs faster, needing to be wrapped up in her daddies arms. Y/n slams through the door, bag and papers tossed to the side as she runs through to the kitchen, nearly tackling Steve when she runs into him and wraps her arms around his waist.

Steve gasped in shock, not expecting to be nearly taken out. “Hey baby girl, how was your day?” The smile on his face drops when the sound of Y/n’s sobs fills the room. Dropping the wooden spoon in his hand. Steve quickly turns and wraps his thick arms around his girl. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong? What happened?” Y/n’s tears begin to soak the homemade apron she made him, “Ari! Curtis! I need you in here!” Steve continues to rub his hand up and down Y/n’s back, trying desperately to calm her down.

Two bulky men run into the room, faces hard, until their eyes land on their blubbering baby. All three men hold you, wrapping you tightly between them, letting you cry whatever upsets you out. Ari pulls out a chair, sits down and pulls you along with him, placing your small form on his lap. “Do you want to tell us what has you so upset, little baby?” Steve and Curtis come close, placing their hands on your body, comforting you in a way that slowly calms you down, causing you to nod at Ari’s question.

With three pairs of hands stroking your hair and any other part of you, Y/n takes a shaky breath before she begins. “M–Mr Jensen was mean,” a pout starts to form on her plump lips as she gulps, “he came up to me after class asking to talk, and I was so excited! I thought I was such a good girl, but t–then he asked why I haven’t completed any of the work that he gives out, and I told him the truth.” Her wide eyes stare at all three men who listen intensively, “cause daddies always told me to tell the truth, or I get punished but Mr Jensen, he got mad and” Y/n’s cheeks go a deep red when she thinks back to what he called her.

Curtis’s hand moves down to her chin before lifting her head, making her look back up. “What happened then, bunny? Hmm?” His dark blue eyes stare deep into hers, a brow raised as he waits for her to speak.

“H–he called me a whore and said that if I don’t finish the work by next week… That he’ll go to the head office and get me kicked out of either his class or the school.” Her doe-like eyes stare deep into Curtis’s, not daring to look away, or there will be consequences. The hands petting her stop short when the words slip from her lips. Y/n shuffles in Ari’s lap as she starts to feel the tensions rise. Steve notices that she begins to worry, hurriedly hides his emotions and picks her up.

“You want to help me make dinner, baby girl?” Y/n nods, covering his face with kisses, appreciating his distraction. Steve places the small woman down onto the ground, letting her feet touch the floor before she wanders off to where her apron hangs. Steve turns to the other two older men, their blue eyes hard as stone and jaws clenched. Looking at one another, they nod as an agreement is formed. Curtis joins Ari at the table, taking a seat as they wait for dinner, Steve turns back to his best girl, and a vast grin forms, and the sound of claps fills the room. “Well done, baby! I’m so proud of you.” Y/n beams, cheeks turning a rosy pink from the praise as she looks down and plays with the hem of her white cherry-covered apron.

“Thank you, daddy! Food now?” Steve nods.

Chats and laughter fill the kitchen as everyone is sat at the table, eating the massive feast that Steve cooked all day. The three men all take turns doting on the tiny female, wiping her face clean, praising her, hands settled on her thigh, back or stroking her hair.

When dinner ends, Ari cleans up with the help of Curtis as Steve carries Y/n to the bathroom. Setting her down on the toilet seat whilst he runs the bath, adding a vanilla-scented bubble bath, a smile forms on Steve’s face as Y/n’s giggles fill the room. He turns and prepares to help her strip but finds Y/n already naked and ready to wash the day away. The bathroom was filled with hums and laughter as Steve washed her and she played with her rubber ducks.

Steve picks his girl up, wrapping a fluffy pink towel around her and drying her; Steve unplugs the bath. He lathers Y/n in lotions and her skincare products before they head into the bedroom where Ari and Curtis are. Ari opens his arms up and smiles when Y/n runs into them and wraps herself around his warm body. Curtis hands Ari her pyjamas before they all strip off and change. Tiny hands grip Ari’s shoulders as she puts one leg in her pants at a time.

Y/n settles between her men, snuggling close to them, feeling safe and protected. The heat from their bodies warm her cold body; Curtis, Ari and Steve kiss Y/n goodnight, reminding her that she’s a good girl and that they love her and will always love her.

Steve, Ari and Curtis wake before Y/n does; they gently kiss any exposed flesh before getting up and deciding to start breakfast. Once in the kitchen, Curtis leans back against the wooden chair, sipping the freshly made black coffee as a stern glare settles on his face, “so what do you think?”

Ari turns slightly, and the bacon he’s cooking is sizzling, “About yesterday?” Ari chuckles, shaking his head and turning back to the pan. “There’s not much we do, and she’d hate us if we killed him. ‘Cause if you haven’t noticed, our little baby has a crush on her Professor.” Steve nods in agreement, scrambling the eggs in a separate pan as he begins to talk.

“It was wrong of him to hurt our girl like that, maybe….” Steve trails off before shaking his head and focusing on the eggs. Both men stare at him, waiting for him to continue, but after a few minutes of silence, they grow annoyed.

“Maybe what, Jackass?” Curtis growls, frustrated with the whole ordeal. He’s been on edge since you came home crying, so as you can see, he doesn’t have time for Steve to be a dumbass.

“Maybe… We should show him what a whore she really is,” Steve says, turning to face the other two. Ari and Curtis look at each other and shrug before turning back to Steve with dark smirks.

“Why not” Ari shrugs, “but we won’t mention it to her. Let’s leave it a surprise for both of them.” Ari grows hard at the thought, “we’ll need someone to hold him so he doesn’t try to leave, and I know full well that none of us will volunteer.”

“We could give Bucky and Andy a call. We are supposed to see them today, anyway.” Curtis shrugs, gulping down his coffee before they hear tiny feet hitting the ground and giggling. Y/n runs into the room, feeling refreshed and happier than yesterday, dressed in a pastel yellow sundress that is still too small around her chest.

“Good morning, baby girl/little baby/bunny.” All three men greet her at the same time. Y/n grins as she walks over to each of them and gives them their morning kiss. When she reaches Curtis and leans down to kiss him, his hand comes around and goes underneath the dress, squeezing the plump flesh before slapping her ass, causing her to squeal.

Y/n giggles, “naughty daddy.” She makes herself comfortable on his lap while Steve and Ari serve breakfast. The kitchen is again filled with chatter and plates scraping as everyone digs in.

After eating and chatting, Steve looks at the time and stands. “C’mon, baby girl. Time to go to school; you have a big day ahead.” Y/n nods, giving them more kisses and hugs before walking to her bag; she grabs it and heads straight to school.

Y/n dreads going into Professor Jensen’s class, knowing she’s disappointed him, but she’s a big girl who has to suck it up. That’s what daddies tell her anyway when they feed her mouth and princess parts with their lollipops and cream.

Y/n walks into his class with her head down, missing the way his eyes follow her with guilt, placing her things down as she takes a seat. The course begins, and for about twenty minutes, Jake talks about a subject that Y/n wasn’t paying attention to. Her mind was too focused on how last night, none of her daddies played with her and how incredibly horny she felt.

As Jake pushes his glasses up and goes to say something, the classroom door slams open; in storms, five incredibly hot, bulky and angry men. Y/n squeals, excited to see her daddies and their friends. Bucky and Andy send her a small smile before their gaze focuses on the shocked teacher, Y/n’s thighs together, and small whines leave her lips. Curtis turns toward the class and growls for everyone to get out. The rush of feet and people fleeing fills the room before seven people are left.

Y/n gets up and runs to her daddies, giving them a big smile but stops short at the sight of their angry faces. Bucky and Andy walk over to where Jake stands, grab hold of him and push him down into the teacher’s chair. “Bunny, get on the desk now.” She scrambles to the wooden desk, desperately trying to jump her tiny body up. A squeal leaves her lips as she’s suddenly lifted and placed lying on the desk.

Ari’s hands move up Y/n’s legs, dress lifting along the way and flashing everyone her bare cunt. Brows furrowed as Ari looked up at his little baby, “weren’t you wearing those cute little white knickers of yours, little baby? Where’d they go?” Y/n’s cheeks turn a rosy pink as she quickly looks away and hides her face, “and your all wet. Huh…” Ari’s head turns toward where Jake sits, sweat gathering around the poor man’s forehead. “I guess you were right. She is a little whore.” A dark smirk appears on his face.

Curtis walks around until he’s standing in front of Jake, leaning down to his level and giving him a wide twisted grin. He grips Jake’s chin, glaring into his terrified blue eyes. “You ever be a dick to our girl again, we will kill you, and she won’t be able to stop it. Got it?” Jake’s head rapidly nods up and down. Curtis’s eyes move up to Andy’s and nods, causing him to swap places with Steve and join Ari, ready to devour you.

A sharp moan fills the room as Ari dives between his girl’s legs, lapping at her glistening cunt, his thick fingers digging into her thighs as his tongue swirls around her swollen button. His hand slowly moves up her thigh and reaches her core. The tips of his fingers lightly brush her weeping entrance, causing a breathy moan to fall from her lips, their cocks straining to break out of their pants at her desperate whimpers.

Curtis’s gruff voice fills the air, causing chills to run down Y/n’s spine and her cunt to clench around nothing. “Remember, she’s OUR girl. You three are just getting a taste and nothing more, and if you try anything without our say-so. You will regret it, Andy.” The bearded lawyer slowly drags his gaze away from the withering woman's body, looking toward the rugged man. “You will listen to Ari, do as he instructs. He will show you what she likes and dislikes.” The man nods before looking back at Y/n. Curtis turns and looks at Bucky and Jake, “same goes for you two, Bucky. You will listen to Steve and you.” His glare set as he stares down Jake, “you will listen to me.”

Y/n’s hand tangles into Ari’s hair as his tongue swirls around her little clit, his fingers pushing their way through her weeping cunt. “D–Daddy, oh– too much.” She whines, her grip tightening on his hair as he picks up the pace, curling his fingers against her sweet spot whilst he harshly sucks on her clit. Y/n’s other hand comes up and grips Andy’s jean-clad thighs. Little squeals and moans fall from her plump lips as her daddy devours her princess parts, not once coming up for air as he laps up all the juices he can.

Andy and the men standing off to the side all have their eyes focused on her and cocks straining harder against their pants at her breathy moans.

Ari pulls away, causing a bratty whine to leave Y/n’s lips. She tries to push him back between her legs, but she yelps as Ari’s hand slaps against her ass. “Don’t be greedy, little baby. Now take this pretty little dress off and get on your stomach.” Y/n stares at him with wide eyes, no words going through to her, as her brain is fuzzy. Ari smirks, tilting his head as he licks her juices from his lips. “Did you hear me, little baby? Or have you gone stupid.” She continues to stare, her plump lips pouting. Ari looks up at Andy and nods, “well, go on, take her dress off and spin her. My dumb little baby is too stupid to do big girl things.”

Andy reaches over, grabbing hold of the flimsy material before tearing it off her. Y/n’s soft, plump breasts bounce freely before a squeal leaves her lips as she’s flipped. A hand comes down, slapping her ass. Moans and cries leave her as it continues ten more times, her cheeks red and her cunt dripping. “Sorry, little baby, but that’s what you get for being a whore.” Ari leans down and kisses her back before unzipping his pants and nodding for his friend to do the same.

Both men take out their bulging members, their tips angry looking and leaking. Ari turns as he hears a noise, noticing Curtis setting up a phone and putting it on record, “Look baby, you’re gonna be a star.” He smirks, grabbing hold of his swollen cock and rubbing it against her folds, placing it against her lips and tapping. “Open wide for Andy, little baby. He wants you to suck on his lollipop and give you all his cream.” Y/n’s greedy mouth opens, happily moaning around the fat cock. Ari slides deep inside her tight cunt in one quick thrust, causing Andy to throw his head back and let out a deep moan as Y/n vibrates around him.

The two men set a pace, Ari’s hands gripping Y/n’s hips as he roughly fucks deep into her cunt and Andy’s hand wrapped in her hair as he holds her head still for him to fuck harshly into her throat. Their actions were brutal, but the tiny woman between them was causing a puddle on the desk, “you like this, little baby? Being used by daddy’s friend? All these men are watching you, and yet your dripping like a goddamn whore.” Ari pounds harder into her, Y/n’s screams vibrating around Andy’s cock, making her gag when he thrusts deeper.

“Don’t listen to your daddy, honey. You’re not a whore. You’re a good girl. Aren’t you?” Y/n’s eyes lift and stare deep into Andy’s lustful ones, trying to nod in agreement, but the thick cock in her throat causes her trouble. Her eyes cross as Ari hits a particular spot, making drool seep out of the corners of her mouth, Andy’s cock thrusting easier as more saliva comes out.

Andy’s head lolls back, grunting as his end approaches and his thrusts become sloppy. His hands tighten in her hair as he goes faster until he feels his warm cum spurt out deep inside her throat. “Such a good girl, taking me so well.” His large hand strokes her head, “swallow it all, honey. Your daddies told me you like cream.” His cock twitches as she swallows his cum, licking and sucking his member to get all the yummy cream.

Once Andy steps away, tucking his cock back into his jeans. Ari pulls her body closer to him and pounds incredibly hard inside her, “you’ve been a bad girl, little baby. You know you are only supposed to listen to your daddies and not other men.” He throws his head back, gripping your hair as his hips snap deeper and faster. “Did you like his cream? Huh? You want more?” Ari pounds harder when you nod, “dirty little girl, you better thank Andy for giving you his cream.” His hand wraps around her hair, creating a ponytail and pulling until her head is up, and she’s looking at Andy through dazed eyes.

“T–thank you, sir.” Y/n moans out, her cunt clenching around Ari, squeezing the life out of his thick member.

Andy smirks. His hand comes up and strokes her cheek. “What are you thanking me for, honey? Hmm?” His thumb rubs her plump bottom lip, watching it instinctively fall open.

“Y–your – Oh Daddy! I’m going to –” A squeal leaves her lips as Andy slaps her cheek, raising his brow. “S–sorry, sir. Thank you for giving me your cream.” He leans forward and places a soft kiss on her forehead.

“Your welcome, honey.” Andy holds her hands as Ari continues to thrust. His groans can be heard as she squeezes his cock; her juices squirt out and cover Ari and the desk, cum drips down the side of the desk and onto the floor. Causing Ari to thrust deep and release his cum into her womb before stepping back and walking over to the rest of the men with Andy.

Y/n doesn’t get a chance to breathe as her daddy Steve comes over with Bucky; Steve grabs his little girl and flips her onto her back. Softly tickling her sides and smiling down at her when her cute giggles fill the room. “Hey, baby girl.” Steve runs his thumb softly up and down her cheek, a small smile on his face as she grins a brighter and dazed smile back at him.

“Hiya daddy, can… Can I have your balls, pretty please, daddy?” Y/n pouts, eyes growing wide as she stares deeply into his soft blue ones. He nods, continuing to stroke her cheek as his other hand comes down and unzips his jeans, pulling the monster-like cock out, his heavy balls following. Steve’s cock twitches as a needy whimper leave her lips, her gaze locked on the weighted sacks, mind leaving her as she thinks of all the ways to get his cream out of them.

“Open wide, baby girl.” Her mouth eagerly opens as Steve guides his balls toward her mouth, a sharp moan leaving his lips when she latches on and begins to suck. Her small hands come up and stroke his lollipop. Vibrations shoot through her and his balls when Bucky circles her overstimulated button. His thick metal fingers pinch the bud before entering them into her tight hole, pushing Ari’s and her cum back inside her.

“Fuck– she’s still so fucking tight.” Bucky’s eyes connect with Steve’s, “what do you want me to do, boss.” Steve glares at his best friend, annoyed for a split second by his sarcastic tone before a grunt falls from his plump pink lips.

“Finger her, fuck the cum back into the little whore.” A dark look takes over Steve’s features; looking down at his baby, who’s too focused on sucking as much of his balls into her mouth. He flicks her pebbled nipples, rubbing his thumbs over them and slapping them. “You want that, baby girl? You want Bucky to fuck your daddy’s cum back inside you? Wanna be full and pregnant? Yeah, you do, baby.” A thick glob of saliva lands on Y/n’s cheek, “you’re just our dumb baby, gonna carry all our kids. Keep you full and round all year.” Steve collects the spit that landed on your cheek and rubs it onto your nipples, causing your cunt to clench and Bucky to shove his metal fingers in quickly.

“Fucking hell.” Bucky slams his fingers in and out of her, his flesh hand coming up and slapping her swollen clit, causing the small woman’s body to jerk and moan around Steve’s heavy sack. A smirk falls upon Bucky’s face, turning to look at Jake, who sits desperate and hard in his chair, “I bet you can’t wait for your turn, buddy. That’s if Curtis over there lets you” his pace picks up, curling his fingers and hitting your sweet spot, making your toes curl.

Steve pulls his balls out of your mouth, a string of salvia connected. Your whines and moans fill the room, hands reaching out, wanting him back inside you. Y/n’s eyes roll to the back of her head when Bucky continues to curl into your sweet spot. Steve comes forward and taps his cockhead against your plump drooling lips, his precum leaking onto your lip and inside your mouth, causing Y/n’s eyes to shoot open and your pupils to blow out.

“Daddy, daddy, please! Want your cream! Please gimme your cream, please – oh.” Y/n’s tongue sticks out, “B–Bucky, Sir! Feels so good.” She squeals when he slaps his hand on her clit, juices squirting out for a second time. Y/n’s body begins to sag, feeling exhausted, but her half-lidded eyes are focused on her daddy’s cock and balls, not wanting to disappoint him by forgetting her manners. She quickly stutters out, “t–thank you, sir! Cream now?”

“Okay, baby girl. You did so well, so good. Relax your throat; daddy’s going to fill you up with his cream.” Hanging her head over the edge of the desk, mouth opening. Steve grabs the base of his cock, slowly sliding into his girl’s mouth and all down her throat, causing a bump to be seen. His cock twitches as he watches her eyes roll back, and she begins to suck hard; Steve’s hand comes down and wraps around her throat as he starts to thrust, groaning at the feeling of her throat constricting around his thick member. “That’s a good girl; fondle my balls, baby girl.”

Y/n’s shaky hands massage the massive sacks, happily sucking on her daddy as she feels he’s close to giving her his cream. Her tongue struggles to swirl around him, suckling on the mushroom tip, lapping at the pre-cum that leaks out. “Get ready, baby girl. Daddy’s going to cum.” Steve’s pace starts to pick up, feeling his cock twitch wildly before a large groan leaves his lips. Thick white cum spurted out and down his girl’s throat, her lips tightly wrapped around his tip as she sucked as much of his cream out. Practically eating it, Y/n’s eyes close as she hums happily, continuing to caress heavy sacks and milking her daddy’s cock from all his cream.

Steve slowly pulls out, and a drop of cum leaks from her mouth; he quickly catches it with his thumb and sticks the digit in her mouth, watching with happy eyes as she sucks the cum off, giving him a big smile. “Thank you, daddy.” Steve leans down and kisses her plump lips gently before he and Bucky walk over to the other men and swap with Curtis and Jake.

Curtis stares at Y/n with a twisted look in his eyes, strolling over and running a finger down her face. “Hey, bunny. You up for one more?” he whispers softly. Y/n whines and rolls over, babbling quietly about something, Curtis leans over and delivers a harsh smack on her ass, causing her to squeal and try to roll back around, but he holds her down. “What was that, bunny? Are you really being a naughty little slut after everything?” Growing annoyed at her whines, Curtis delivers four more slaps, her squeals slowly turning to moans.

“P–please, daddy, no more. S–so sensitive.” Her wide doe-like eyes stare up at him, tears brimming and her plump bottom lip quivers. His hand comes around and grips her chin, dark blue eyes staring dangerously into hers.

“D–daddy, no more. D–daddy, my teacher called me a whore. D–daddy, I’m such a whiny little brat.” His other hand comes down, delivering a harsher slap, and the grip on Y/n’s chin is so tight that it could cause a bruise. “Don’t you wanna please, daddy? Don’t you want to please your favourite teacher? From what I heard, bunny. You’ve been naughty by not doing your work. Were you going to bat your pretty little eyes, spread your slutty legs, and hope to get away with it?” Y/n rapidly shakes her head, tears falling as her lip trembles.

“N–no, daddy! I wanna please you!” Her head continues to shake, “wasn’t gonna! Was told not to!” Curtis grabs her head, stopping it from moving, gently stroking her cheeks and wiping the tears away.

“It’s okay, bunny. I believe you. Just open wide for daddy and Jake over there, and I promise you that you’ll get to relax afterwards.” His soothing words enter her, the darkness going over her head as she nods. Leaning forward to place a desperate kiss on his lips before lying on her back again, her legs falling open along with her mouth.

Curtis slowly takes out his cock, slapping the head on her cheeks before sliding deep into her throat, his head throwing back and a raspy growl falling from his lips. His head falls forward again, and he places his hands on either side of Y/n’s head whilst thrusting. Curtis’s eyes roam down her body and stop at her empty cunt, dark eyes snapping up and glaring down the shaking man. “She’s not gonna finger herself, trust me. We would know.” A grunt falls from his lips as he feels her tug on his balls.

Jake still hasn’t moved, his mind too focused on not doing the wrong thing because, to be honest, Curtis scares the living shit out of him. His eyes are glued to Y/n’s glistening cunt, never expecting to see it.

“Do you need me to fucking guide you or something? Are you dumb too? The fuck are you waiting for.” Curtis growls, his thrusts harsher as he wraps a hand around Y/n’s throat and squeezes. A gargled moan leaves her moan and vibrates her third daddy’s cock.

Jake’s hand moves toward Y/n’s dripping cunt, swirling a finger around her overstimulated button, causing her to jump and whine against the cock in her mouth. He slides a few fingers in before slowly thrusting them in and out, his thumb rubbing Y/n’s clit whilst curling his fingers. Her back arches, choking on Curtis’s cock and gripping the side of her teacher’s desk while he fucks his fingers into her. Jake’s hand comes around and holds her hip down, pushing his fingers faster and harder into her until she finally convulses, her cum squirting out of her and all over her teacher.

Y/n’s moans are cut off by Curtis’s cock, causing the vibrations to run through him and his cum to shoot out of him and down her throat. The thick and heavy member twitches as his balls tighten, and he grips her hair, thrusting his cream deeper into her mouth, watching her eyes roll to the back of her head as she swallows the delightful cream.

He slowly pulls out, petting her hair before looking between Jake and Bucky. The only two men who haven’t cum this whole time, his gaze returns to his baby’s. “Bunny, do you wanna be covered in cream?” Her dazed eyes shoot open, nodding. Curtis looks at both the men, “well, cover her.”

Bucky walks over to her side, slowly taking his throbbing member out as Jake does the same. The tired and used woman lies there, eyes focused on both of the men’s members as their hands move up and down the base, twisting their wrists and giving their attention to their tips as they take in Y/n’s body. Strokes pick up, feeling their heavy balls tighten and their cocks twitch. White streams of cream shoot out of the thick mushroom tips and cover Y/n. Her squeals of happiness and excitement fill the room as her fingers scoop up the mix of creams and suck on them. Hums of contempt leave her lips before she lies back and closes her eyes.

Both men tuck their softening cocks back into their pants as Steve grabs the tissues in Y/n’s bag, cleans her up and has help putting her cute little dress on. Ari picks her up bridal style before walking out with Steve. Curtis looks at the other three men, his gaze still hard.

Curtis gives them a nod, heading over to the still-recording phone, grabbing it before walking out and leaving the men to be confused and satisfied. He catches up with Steve and Ari, kissing his bunny's forehead gently before they head home. “Thank you, daddies. I love you.” Y/n’s sleepy voice can be heard, causing a soft smile to form all the men’s faces.

Once they get to their house, Ari picks Y/n up again whilst Steve rushes inside to start the bath, adding her vanilla-scented bubble bath and ensuring the temperature is set right. Curtis heads into their bedroom and grabs her pyjamas. The pants are a fluffy pink hello kitty and one of his jumpers, needing her to know he still loves her. When Curtis enters the bathroom, Y/n is submerged in the warm bath water, her eyes closed and head tilted back as Ari washes her hair and Steve washes her body.

Y/n’s eyes open slightly, seeing Curtis holding clothes in the doorway. Her hand reaches out, wanting him to be close as well, a happy and sleepy smile makes its way onto her face as he comes close and holds her hand, his thumb stroking the back of it, and soft giggles fill the room as all three men make her laugh. When the water gets a little cold, she’s picked up, dried and lotioned before clothes are placed on her petite form, and a cute little laugh leaves her lips as she’s picked up and taken to their bed, where a bunch of snacks and water sits.

She settles between her daddies, snuggling into the three beefy men and covering their faces in kisses when she notices a Disney movie is put on. Curtis places the water bottle against her lips, ensuring she has fluids in her system whilst Ari feeds her and Steve massages any part of her body that he can.

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Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, clashing personalities, exclusion, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: moody boy Curtis Everett x bubbly, plus-size reader

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Your second day isn’t as intimidating. You find your desk by yourself and even remembered your honey bear mug! You tuck your bag underneath as your computer boots and check your phone for any updates from your blog. Nothing special, just a hobby.

You yawn and sign in, taking two tries to remember your credentials correctly. You check the shared calendar and see that you have a meeting after lunch with IT. Daniella mentioned you had to get your security passes before the end of the week, that’s probably what that’s for.

You swivel back and forth as you open up your training list. You’re making good progress. You think. You don’t really know. It seems like a lot and despite feeling as if you’ve run a marathon, there are only a few ticks marked off.

Before you dive in, you need a pick-me-up. You really liked that butterscotch coffee but you might try something new. You enter the kitchen and wait behind a woman you don’t know as she brews her coffee. When she’s done, she returns your ‘good morning’ but doesn’t stop to chat. Must be a busy day.

You place your cup on the tray and pick out a French Vanilla pod. You don’t really know what the difference between regular vanilla and French vanilla is. Maybe the French stuff is fancy. Ooh la la.

You hum as the coffee grinds. It sounds angry. Well, it is probably the most overworked fellow in this place. Every day, seeing the heart caffeine hounds, having them poke his face, and glare until he does his jobs.

It’s a machine. Your mother always said you put a bit too much empathy into objects without sentience. Well, your English teacher shouldn’t have made you read that book about Electric Sheep or whatever.

Your cup is full and you grab it, focused on putting the lid on it to keep it nice and warm. As you turn, you fail to stop in time. Your hand knocks against the man’s chest and you gasp as coffee splashes onto his dark shirt. Not much as you manage to block most of it but enough to make him grunt and step back.

It’s him! Oh no. You’ve upset him again.

“I’m sorry, mister,” you say as you hold out your dripping cup, “I didn’t hear you. You sure are quiet.”

He grumbles and stomps to the sink, slamming his mug down as he snatches paper towels from the dispenser. You bite your lip nervously and near. You keep your cup from dripping onto your light blue cardigan with the little white clouds.

“Can I have some–”

He wipes his hands and shirt with a growl. He swipes up his cup without and answer and moves around you to the coffee machine. His cup hits the tray hard and he jabs the screen as it beeps at him in demand of a pod. He takes one and peels open the package before shoving it inside.

“I’m really sorry,” you say as you dry off your cup and fix the lid firmly, “you snuck up on me… like a wolf.”

He shakes his head and looks at the ceiling. He’s tall, his posture is straight and unbending, making you more conscious of your slouching. He wears all black that day, it makes him look lean, and the silver rings shine around his fingers. You only then notice the stud in his ear.

“Oh! I like your earring–”

“Why are you talking to me?” He snarls without looking at you.

You recoil and sputter. You’re not being rude. You’re just trying to be nice. He reminds you of that guy in university who used to call you airhead.

“Because… I wanna?” You say with a shrug, “I still didn’t get your name.”

“Look, I’m not interested in making friends. I come in,” he takes his cup from the tray, “do my work,” he points at you past the porcelain, “and I mind my goddamn business.”

He turns and strides out, another beastly sneer rolling out of him. You furrow your brow and pout at the door. Tammy enters with her own mug, a bright pink thing with a picture of Dolly Parton on it. Ah, you get it, 9-5.

“Ugh, that man is always in a mood,” she says.

“Yeah…” you agree thinly.

“Try not to get in his way. Five years and he’s never said a word to me. It’s too bad, he’s not bad on the eyes.”

You don’t acknowledge her last sentence. It’s not very appropriate for the workplace and she’s married. Quite happily as she only ever talks about her husband. You tell her to enjoy her coffee and go back to your desk.

Maybe you should just steer clear. Eat at your desk or somewhere else.

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emerald-writes · 20 days

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🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must share a hoe drabble about:

Curtis, Steve, and Ari + they’re partners at a law firm, and after a huge win, they decide to celebrate with you, their sweet assistant whether you want to or not 😈

Ooo! This gave me so many ideas. Some dark, some not.

This is not a drabble at all- sorry not sorry.

Light-Dark!boss! Steve rogers/Ari levinson/Curtis Everette x Fem!Assistant!Reader

Word count: 1468

Warnings: dark, non-con, Sex pollen, non-con drugging, Smut, foursome, Bosses x assistant,

18+ Smut ahead- Read at your own risk

Note: This took so long to write cause I just had to do my men justice!

Ding

The sound accompanies the elevator doors sliding opening with a hand nudging you forward into the lift.

“That was a good one tonight boys” Your tall and brawny boss, Curtis announces as he steps in behind you, crowding you forward towards the mirror. The other two equally tall men follow suit on either side, practically caging you between their bodies.

“Hell yeah it was Curt” Ari smirks, peering down at you “big thanks to our pretty assistant over here”

You stammer and blush slightly “oh- please I didn’t do that much” you insist as Ari catches your gaze with his pretty blue eyes that suck you in like a vortex.

“Give yourself more credit Doll” Steve Rogers deep voice rumbles behind you as he sets a large hand on your shoulder “we would be a mess without you fixing our problems and organizing shit”

His voice seems to knock you out of whatever trance you were in with Ari. You blink and step back closer towards the wall of the elevator, suddenly feeling very hot and trapped.

“Yeah, How about you stay for a drink sweetheart” Ari’s charming smile disarms any doubt or anxiety that bubbled in your chest from the men’s gaze.

“Maybe just one, I have a busy day tomorrow” you murmur and twist your hands in front of you, still hesitant to accept their generous offer of their attention.

Ding

The elevator slides to a stop and opens onto the floor you usually find yourself on. The modern space has four offices, one for each of your bosses and your smaller office.

Curtis urges you off the lift and towards the common area, where they usually entertain guests and some clients. “What’s your poison?” He grumbles your name as he gestures to the large bar that takes up the whole wall.

“Oh- um just a white wine please, nothing much” you mutter, feeling overwhelmed by the choices along the wall “whichever you think is best”

As you turn to go sit down, you miss Curtis’s malicious smirk as he opens a locked drawer before he gets to the wine. “Of course sweetheart”

Steve gets your attention and hands you a few folders “can you put these in my office? They can be sorted on Monday”

You nod, happy to be of help and scurry off towards his large office. Leaving the men to whisper and mutter among themselves.

You return to see them already seated, with Steve holding his whiskey and your wine. “Come sit” he says, gesturing to his couch.

You walk towards him, aiming to sit beside him but are grabbed mid step and hauled onto Steve’s lap. You squeak out a noise of surprise and try to squirm off. “Steve- what are you-?”

Ari quickly shushes you, sitting on Steve’s right side “it’s okay darling, we just wanna celebrate okay? It’s easier this way. We can all sit on the same couch”

Steve hands you your drink, and you take a sip to avoid answering.

“Isn’t that thoughtful of us. Hmm sweetheart” Curtis rumbles from your left, watching you with dark eyes.

You hum softly, a warm feeling settling in your stomach. Unsure whether it’s from their gazes, the drink or Steve’s hand rubbing along your sides as he keeps you steady. “Oh- yeah of course” you murmur, keeping your head down and focused on the glass of wine.

Fuck- this is inappropriate you think to yourself how can I get out of this situation? It’s rude to leave now.

You busy yourself trying to ignore their gazes by continuing to sip your drink. As you drink, you notice your body start to feel off and suddenly the feeling of them pressing against you is all you can think of. Suddenly your body starts to get hot, like the hot air has turned up. Oh fuck you feel your panties form a wet spot beneath you.

“I gotta go- to the bathroom. Yeah” you try to squirm off Steve’s lap even if your brain is screaming at you to curl up closer to him and his warmth.

“Doll? Are you alright?” Steve says, his firm grip not letting you stand “you look awfully flushed, can we help?”

You mutter and slightly slur your words as you look between the men surrounding you “I’m fine- I should go. I’m suddenly not feeling well” you try to pry Steve’s arm off you.

You hear Ari tsk beside you, his hand raising to turn your head to look at him “aww look at you princess. Let us help you okay?” His light caresses cause you to unconsciously lean into his touch and hum softly. You don’t see the others satisfied smirks, and cocks twitch at your reaction.

Your eyes flutter shut as you lean back into Steve’s embrace and Ari’s touch. “Feels good” you murmur as Curtis places a hand on your thigh, rubbing softly. “Yeah? You like it sweetheart? You want us to help you feel better, go on say it”

Your body tingles as you nod quickly “please- I feel weird- what’s happening?” You practically start begging. If you weren’t so out of it you would be appalled at how quickly they make you beg and whine for their touch. Your bosses out of anyone.

Steve picks you up and turns you around to face him, and straddle his thick thighs. “I get a try first. This was my idea.” He chuckles and rips your underwear off with a firm tug, tossing it to Curtis who takes a deep sniff and groans.

As Steve turns his focus back to you, he reaches down to circle your delicate clit, softly rubbing and prodding around. “Fuck- Doll your soaked! You really need us huh?” His smirks grows as you whine and nod in response, hips moving back and forth desperately.

“Please- I need you! Steve please!” You gasp, gripping onto his broad shoulders like a lifeline to ground you in reality. “Fuck- I’m sorry Steve- I can’t help it”

Steve lines his thick cock up to your entrance, slowly lowering you down with hands firmly on your hips. “That’s it doll- it’s alright I know a pretty girl like you needs a firm hand. To fuck- your so tight! Such a good girl for me Doll” he groans as his grip tightens, and you moan looking down to see him stretching you out. He’s the biggest you’ve taken, definitely the longest too.

What about the other two you think to yourself.

Looking over at Ari then at Curtis you see them both stroking their thick cocks, Curtis is definitely the thickest, Steve the longest and Ari a perfect mix of the both.

You are thrown back into reality as Steve begins to pound up into your tight pussy. Hips moving fast and fingers rubbing circles on your clit as he mutters and groans praise into your ears. “Such a perfect slut for us- huh doll, you needed this. I’m gonna fill you up so well. Leave you aching for me Doll”

You desperately moan and whine, reaching down to stroke both Curtis and Ari as you roll your hips to meet Steve’s thrusts. “Yes! Please Steve- more! Fuck- don’t stop! Please feels so good! So big- so much Steve! Yess I’m so close Steve! I’m gonna cum” you whine and gasp.

“You gonna cum for us? Show us how pretty you are when you cum?” Ari growls into your ear, his hand over yours controlling your pace on his cock. “Do you like this that much, princess? Yeah? I bet so”

You desperately nod, moaning loudly between the men. “Please- don’t stop! I’m so close! I’m gonna cum”

Steve grins, leaning down to your ear “cum for us Doll. Cum at the same time as me, come on doll”

He groans loudly, his thrusts stuttering as he slows down and cums deep inside your pussy. Just as you finally orgasm as well, head whipping and back arching as you scream out Steve’s name.

Steve slows down, rubbing your back in slow circles. Letting you calm down from your high.

“You okay Sweetheart? You ready for more” Curtis voice rumbles beside you, his hand resting on your cheek. “Let’s move somewhere more comfortable for the rest of the night hmm?”

You feel yourself move as you are placed into Ari’s arms and start heading towards the elevator. “Hmm- wait what” you mutter, looking over his shoulders to see Curtis’s and Steve’s grins as they follow behind.

“Don’t worry Doll we are coming. This is gonna be a long and fun weekend for you.” Steve grins joyfully.

“I’m sure you’ll enjoy it sweetheart” Curtis winks at you as he grips his cock with one large hand.

You already know you will like whatever they have planned. You feel safe and secure in their arms, within their protection. You just needed a little push to really realize that.

I hope you enjoyed! thank you so much for reading!

Constructive criticism is welcome <3

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 6 months

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Curtis and Honey Autumn This or That 🍂

Week Six: Misty Mornings or Golden Afternoons

Summary- Short Drabble. Curtis Everett x Plus!Sized Reader. You are daydreaming in the golden afternoon.

A/N- Thank you so much everyone! I have loved sharing these little moments with all of you. Happy Reading!

Curtis and Honey This or That Masterlist

Life Is Short So Make It Sweet Masterlist

Tuscan Sun, Daffodil, Bumblebee?

None of those quite fit what hue you were feeling right now, the sun’s golden warmth reminding you that with autumn comes sweater mornings and tee shirt afternoons. The grass beneath you was still soft with late summer greenery and laying among the roots of the old treehouse behind Curtis’s house nestled you comfortable as you let the book fall to your lap, your face tilted up to let the afternoon light soak into you.

“Honey.”

Ahh, there it is, its honey, golden drizzles making you feel warmth and affection build in your chest.

Curtis’s deep tone broke you from your whimsical daydreaming, your tall boyfriend striding across the yard towards you. His long black jean-clad legs ate the distance between the house and the tree, the leaves at his feet briskly dancing before the loud crunch of his boots got to them.

“Hmm?” You slipped a colorful leaf into your book, using it for now to mark your place and maybe later, when you stumbled across it again, you would tack it to your wall, your own personal memory that only you would know about. Curtis motioned for you to shuffle forward a bit, allowing him space to get between you and the old tree. When he pulled you back into him, this time nestled between powerful thighs and a big broad chest at your back, you relaxed in his embrace, his arms coming around you in a loose hug.

“Nothing, really just wanted to come see what you were doing and ask if you wanted to go for a ride later.”

“My car or your truck?” you pondered out loud, although you loved going for drives in either, you had a fondness for the truck. It would be easy to convince Curtis to take you to your first date's destination, parking once more in the field to stargaze, the night sky would once again be just like the one he first showed you.

The memory of your first kiss makes your toes curl and a new kind of warmth simmers through you, a yearning for another recreation of that and probably more now. It was hard to resist just kissing Curtis.

But not till later, right now you were soaking in this moment. This golden-hued afternoon.

With a tilt of your head, you captured Curtis’s mouth, kissing him slowly, lazily like honey dripping into a jar. The both of you explore each other with tenderness reserved for lovers.

“In the truck Honey, tonight might be a clear night.”

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thezombieprostitute · 18 days

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Hi dear! If you're doing sleepy prompts, can I please get 12. “No offense, but you look like you haven’t slept in days” with Curtis? 💜💜

You know what? I'm gonna revisit Biker Curtis for this one. I'm sure this isn't going to go how you were thinking in any way, but it technically is answering your prompt.

Word Count: ~2.2k

A/N: Reader is Tall and Plus Size female.

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, Language, Stalkerish behavior

Ever since you and your friends left Snowpiercer last week you swear you've felt like you've been watched. You could never identify any one actually following you, but you felt like you were on edge every time you stepped foot outside.

Despite Mason's bad interaction with one of the bikers it was agreed to try the place again. After all, one bad drunk doesn't mean the entire gang is mad. Especially after Curtis stepped in, pulling rank. The fact that a decent person was clearly in charge really helped boost the place in your friend group's eyes. Plus, you really did like the burgers.

As you arrive you feel relaxed for the first time all week. Maybe it's the fact that you're with your friends, maybe the place discourages creeps. Either way, you're happy to be able to breathe.

Apparently your group is memorable, given how Tanya lights up when she sees you.

“You still designated driver,” she asks you.

“Yup,” you nod. “Now and forever.”

“Then not only is your soda on the house but so is your burger.”

“Tanya, that's too much,” you exclaim. “Andrew’s work deserves to be paid for. Those burgers are divine!”

“Don't you worry about that, Sweetie,” she shakes her head. “Also, ladies,” she addresses your group, “the owner wanted me to tell you your appetizers are all half off as an apology for what happened last week.”

You blink a few times as your friends cheer and start ordering. With your orders placed and the first round of drinks in hand you all settle in at the same table as last week.

As the chatting and catching up starts Mason looks at you and says, “No offense, but you look like you haven't slept in days.”

“None taken,” you assure. “Just been feeling on edge all week. Like I'm being watched.”

“And you haven't seen anyone?”

“Nope. But I have been making sure to change up my routes and routines, just to be safe.”

The conversation, food and drinks continued for a while, your friends soon in high spirits, when the bikers came in. You were happy to have just sat down with the next round of drinks when they came in. You didn't have to dance around the crowd this time.

And you got to lock eyes with Curtis when he came in.

His deep blue eyes had definitely shown up in a few daydreams of yours. The memory of his calloused hand and gruff voice as well. You doubt he's thought any more about you since last week. You give him a smile before turning your attention back to your friends.

Curtis is grateful that Edgar is the only person close enough to notice the hitch in his breathing when you smiled at him. He had plans in case you didn't return but here you are. And you remember him fondly enough to smile at him. He tries to return the smile and hope it looks okay. He’s not used to smiling in general but for you he’ll make the effort. Your smile doesn’t fade as you turn back to your friends so, hopefully, that meant you liked what you saw.

Ever since last week, Curtis knew you were going to be his queen. For him that meant you’d be his partner, his equal, and deserving of the respect of your people. He’s seen you as a responsible, caring, yet fun-loving person. This past week his intel has told him you’re also incredibly alert, cautious and intelligent. A few of his men noted you could tell you were being followed and the entire week no pattern of behavior could be established. You were as smart and capable as you were caring and responsible.

You were everything he could ever want in a queen. But as much as he wanted to make you his, he knew you weren’t likely to respond well to him declaring his desire. He had to play it slower than he liked. Thankfully some reliable intel was collected on you and he’d be able to use that to make you his. Your smile made him hopeful you were interested.

Edgar poked his ribs, “you gonna be okay, there?”

Curtis shook his head, “yeah. Yeah. Just glad she’s here.”

“Well, you did say she was the one. Clearly fate is agreeing with you,” Edgar smiles before heading to the bar to order Curtis’s usual for him.

Curtis tries his best to look at you without being obvious about it. He’s not used to being so nervous but you’re special, important, and he doesn’t want to scare you off. Social skills weren’t his forte but for you he’ll put in the effort.

It takes several minutes but he finally sees you get up to go back to the bar. He waits a few beats before heading up there as well. He stands next to you as you order the next round for your drinks. Your height means he doesn’t have to try to make himself smaller to appear less intimidating, another social skill he wasn’t good at. Curtis knew how to keep his head down but he could never keep himself small. With you he’ll never have to.

Tanya takes your order and turns to him, “and you want your usual, Curtis?”

“Yes, please,” he nods. You turn to face him, smiling, and he swears your smile is the prettiest he’s ever seen.

“It’s good to see you again, Curtis,” you croon. “Thank you, again, for your help last week.”

“Yeah, well,” he grumbles, “like I said. Shouldn’t have had to help.”

“And yet, when it was needed, you helped. So thank you.” You see him blush and you swear this incredibly handsome man is only more attractive with a tinge of pink in his cheeks.

“Well, you won’t have to worry about Egg-head tonight,” Curtis informs you, sending a glare over to the man in question. You follow Curtis’s gaze and see Egg-head shrink down into his seat. Looking back at you Curtis continues, “all the guys know you and yours are not to be pestered, no matter how drunk.”

“That’s incredibly kind of you,” you marvel. “Between you and yours keeping us safe and the owner giving us discounts on the great food, I think we’ll have to make this place our go-to.” Curtis’s eyes widen so you quickly offer, “unless it’s too much work for you. If it’s too much of a pain to keep an eye on us, we can find a different spot.”

“No, no,” Curtis stammers. “I’m just…this place isn’t usually a regular spot for anyone but bikers.”

“Will that be a problem? Are we going to have to get our own bikes or anything?”

“No,” he chuckles to cover for the shakiness in his breath at the image of you in his leather jacket. “There’s no prerequisite for becoming a regular here. Except for being nice to the staff. Right, Tanya?”

“Damn right, Curtis,” she asserts as she hands you the next round of drinks and a refill on the nachos. “So you’ve got nothing to worry about, Sweetheart. Andrew gets more compliments on his food every time you visit than an entire gang of bikers gives him in a month!”

“In my defense, it’s very good food,” you chuckle. “And while you saw my friends kinda drunk last time, you haven’t seen them go all night. You could easily say we’re too much and never let us back in.”

Tanya snorts, “if I can put up with an entire gang of bikers with this one’s help,” she points to Curtis, “I can take care of your group of gal pals with your help.”

“Oh, you’re the adult of the group as well,” you ask Curtis.

“Part and parcel with being in charge,” he nods.

“Well it’s good to know you’ll be clear headed in case any trouble comes up,” you beam. “Thanks for everything, Tanya! The way they’re going through nachos I’ll likely be back in about 10 minutes.”

Tanya laughs as you walk back to your table, food and drinks in hand. She watches Curtis watching you move gracefully between groups to get to your table, using your height to your advantage to keep the food from bumping into others. “So when are you making your move,” she asks him.

“I…I’m working on it,” he grumbles, grabbing his drink before heading back to his table.

Edgar watched the whole thing and congratulates Curtis on doing so well, “she was smiling, chuckling, I think she’s into you!”

“You’re just saying that because you’re my brother,” Curtis argues.

“It’s because you’re my brother that I wouldn’t say it if it weren’t true,” he counters. “But I couldn’t hear anything over the noise. What all did you talk about?”

“She and her friends are thinking of making this place their regular spot,” Curtis tells him.

“Thank fuck,” Edgar responds. “Does that mean we can call off the guys? Let her get some peace and quiet from being followed around?”

Curtis sighs and ponders. “Okay, pull them back. I’ll figure out a way to casually run into her before their next visit. In the meantime, make sure Gilliam knows his gift went a long way to keeping her around and Tanya deserves a raise or a bonus.”

“I’m pretty sure Tanya’s ‘bonus’ is having another sober adult around to help her.”

“She’s got a kid,” Curtis chides. “She needs monetary compensation more than anything.”

“Fair, fair,” Edgar placates. “Are you gonna be able to keep everyone in line while you’re watching her, though? You’ve been pretty focused on watching your giantess’s every move.”

“She’s not a giant,” Curtis hisses.

“Fine, but you do pay a lot more attention to her than you do to your people when we’re here. That’s something that’s not going to go unnoticed by some of the more unruly members.”

Curtis nods in agreement, “lucky I’ve got you and a few other officers to help keep them in line. Anyone acts out, breaks the rules, gets made an example of. I may be a little distracted but that doesn’t mean I’m not in charge.”

“Sure thing, Boss. In the meantime, I think your gia….um, your…your girl is talking about you with her friends.”

Curtis barely manages to control the urge to look in your direction, “what makes you say that?”

“They’re all taking turns looking at you and giggling while she keeps looking embarrassed,” Edgar smiles. “I think you’ve got their approval.”

“I hope so. It’ll be an important part of getting and keeping her.”

“You’re really set on her, even though you barely know her?”

“I don’t know how to explain it, Edgar. Sometimes you see someone and you know they’re going to affect your life. The fact that it’s backed up by her having all the traits I’m looking for? And then some? The fact that I truly believe she could hold her own against any of our gang? You know I’m not one for sentimentality but it feels like fate to me.”

“If it’s fate, why don’t you just go and tell her what’s going on now?”

“Fate gives you the chance, the opportunity. You can still fuck it up.”

Edgar nods, “I still think you should just go ask her out. Sometimes a direct approach is best. Especially when she keeps glancing your way.”

“Fuck,” Curtis whispers, painfully steeling himself from immediately looking towards you. Edgar laughs at the reaction. Curtis glares at Edgar, “if this goes south, scares her away, I’m blaming you.”

“I’ll accept the blame if it’ll save everyone time and energy into your attempts at flirting,” he chuckles.

Curtis takes a few breaths to steady himself. You’re walking back to the bar, empties in hand, when he gets up to follow you. A few of his gang give him an encouraging pat on the back as he walks past them. The gang knows Curtis is a great president for their group; prefers negotiation but won’t hesitate to fight, insists others get medical attention first, makes sure they’re all taken care of. But they know flirting has never been in his skill-set so they’re happy to encourage him.

He stands next to you at the bar as you thank Tanya and tell Andrew how much the food was enjoyed and he smiles. Sensing his presence you turn and smile wider at him. He feels unusually shy but he has to do this. “Would you, maybe, want to go out sometime? When we’re not taking care of everyone else? Just the two of us?”

He swears he sees a sparkle in your eyes as you consider.

“I have to ask,” you start, “if I were to say ‘no’ would that mean we couldn’t come back?”

“No,” Curtis shakes his head. “There’d be no animosity, no reduced protection, nothing like that. If you’re not interested, you’re not interested.”

You hold out your hand, “can I put my number on your phone?”

Tagging @alicedopey and @icefrozendeadlyqueen because I promised I would! Also tagging @krirebr just in case Ask notifications are wonky.

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babyjakes · 2 years

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if you don't let me.

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summary | when curtis hears of a younger girl who’s being forced to give herself away to stay alive in the tail section, he decides to reserve a slot for himself in hopes of helping her out. (little does he know how bad things have truly become for you.)

pairing | curtis everett x reader

warnings | mentions of forced prostitution (reader is providing sexual services in order to get by), mentions of physical/sexual harrassment/assault and injuries, reader is malnourished from lack of food, curtis being soft! even though he’s a pretty rough guy, hurt/comfort vibes (whats new :’-)) uh… younger reader implied (still legal obv)? idek, barely (like does it even matter tho? this isn’t smut lol), those musty ass protein bars

word count | 2,552

requested by anon | Can I request “You don’t have to do this to yourself.” with Curtis where reader is overworking herself with tasks on the train (could be in the tail or after the revolution) and he is worry about her?

an | hi friend thanks so much for this request <3<3 i just wanna say: holy moly this is my first time ever writing for curtis and i feel!!! big fear!!! but also wow i am proud of this one :’-) anyway, i hope you enjoy :-)) i went with before the revolution, where reader is working in the tail-end (i honestly have no idea what happens to curtis after the revolution :-o the end is such a cliff-hanger!!! kind of)

Pain shoots through your jaw as you lie stiffly on your side, silent tears rolling down your cheeks despite your best efforts to slow them. “I’ll be back tomorrow,” the rough man beside you grumbles, pushing his way out of the sheets curtaining around your cot and exiting back into the bustle of the tail end. Closing your eyes, you swallow down a sob, praying you’ll have a few minutes before your next guest arrives.

Your arm reaches lazily over across the mattress to find your battered dress, the old olive fabric torn in several places and running holes in countless others. Letting out a groan of discomfort, you force yourself up into a sitting position, legs dangling limply to the floor as you begin to pull the garment over your head. Once in place, the gown does little to even cover you, but you know you have to take what you can get. Reaching down under the cot into your small box of possessions, you pull out a rag, carefully dragging it up one of your thighs to where your legs meet. You hiss at the stinging sensation, your eyes barely widening as you see the blood on the cloth as you pull it back out. At this point, not much surprises you anymore when it comes to the injuries you obtain from your work. Your tender body, once so whole and untouched, has become somewhat of a gaping wound, constantly closing only to be ripped open by the next man who comes knocking.

Knock knock. The harsh taps against the metal frame of your cot cause you to jump, a lump forming in your throat as your hopes of having some time alone dissolve into thin air. Sucking in a breath, you let out weakly, “Come in.” All you can do now is hope that whoever’s here might take some pity on you for the particularly rough shape you’re currently in.

Slowly, the curtains are pulled back and a tall man slips in. Closing them quickly behind him, he crouches down slightly to look around. His face is one you’ve never seen before, something surprising considering how long you’ve been doing this and how many people you’ve met. You can feel your eyes widening as they meet with his icy blues, the furrow of his brow causing your anxiety to spike. His facial expression isn’t like anything you’re used to seeing; it doesn’t seem right. All you can detect is a tinge of anger, and that alone is enough to send your heart racing.

“Um, h-hi,” you stutter. His eyes catch the bloody rag in your hand, and a hint of disgust appears on his face. Lowering it quickly, you add, “Sorry. I- I was just cleaning up.”

“You’re hurt,” the man speaks for the first time. The harshness of his tone causes you to flinch, and surprisingly, he seems to soften his expression when he notices.

“I-I’m okay, it’ll heal up in no time,” you ramble, worried he might be disappointed in having to settle for damaged goods. “I-if you want you can reschedule, I-I won’t charge you anything for this time or next,” you try to reason, unable to keep your fear out of your voice as you pray silently to yourself that he won’t be too angry.

“No, that’s okay,” he says as he shakes his head, his voice softer now than it was before. Glancing over at the spot next to you on the cot, he raises an eyebrow. “It alright if I sit?” he asks.

“Oh- s-sure,” you say quickly, scooting over a bit even though it’s not necessary. You watch carefully as the man moves over beside you, gently lowering himself down onto the thin mattress and turning his body to face you. Swallowing hard, you glance at him, not sure what to say. This whole thing feels off; you can’t remember the last time anybody’s ever asked to sit before… getting to business.

“You alright?” his deep voice interrupts your train of thought as you jerk slightly at his words, nodding quickly.

“Yeah, s-sorry,” you mumble, taking his words as a sign of possible impatience. “I-I-… sorry. Do you want me on my b-back?” you ask, your voice dropping to a mere whisper as your gaze falls to your lap. Warm tears build in your eyes as you wait for his response, his silence only making the anxiety within you build. Though you can’t see it, his face has flooded with concern, the sight of you shaking before him as you fight back tears tugging at his hardened heart.

“No,” he says after a few moments, “that’s alright. What’s your name?”

The question catches you off guard. Blinking back your tears, you sniffle, wishing you could hold yourself together better. It’s just… he’s so… tall. Broad. Intimidating. You know without a doubt that he could break you if he wanted to. He’s one of the strongest looking men you’ve ever seen, and now he’s here to have his way with you. A frightened whimper sounds in your throat before you can stop it; beside you, the quiet man’s heart breaks.

“My name’s Curtis,” he tries again, his voice lightened slightly in response to your clear untrust of him. “Can you tell me yours?”

“Y-Y/n,” you respond weakly, coughing a bit to try to cover up the trembling in your voice.

“Y/n,” Curtis repeats aloud. “Are you hungry, y/n? I brought you some things.” Your eyes wander over warily to the man who’s now pulling something out of his coat pocket: a protein bar. Your eyes widen at the sight; you aren’t sure if you’ve ever seen a whole bar in its original form at once. Noticing the feverish look on your face, Curtis holds it out to you. Cowering back slightly, a look of distrust sweeps over your features as you eye the bar, not able to believe a man wanting sex from you would be bringing you something like this. “Is something wrong?” Curtis asks carefully, concerned by your hesitancy.

“Wh-why are you… you don’t have to do that,” you tell him slowly. “I- this isn’t how payments work.”

“It’s not a payment,” he replies, his voice laced with worry. “You need to eat. When was the last time you ate anything?” In your mind, you begin to count back the days, but you quickly stop once you realize that there’s not much point in sharing the answer. “Please,” he insists, shaking the bar slightly in his hand.

“I-I don’t- I don’t understand,” you stammer. “This is- this is using up your time; I-”

“I bought you out for the whole evening,” he cuts you off. Your heart drops to the pit of your stomach at his words and any hopes of him being different from the rest disappear in a flash. This all must be part of some game, you think to yourself. Maybe he wants to get you to trust him, maybe he’ll get off on betraying you. Your eyes fall back to your lap as more tears build in your eyes.

“I’m not hungry,” you tell him weakly, a part of you terrified that he might grow upset with you for being so ungrateful.

Curtis sighs. “I don’t believe you, but I won’t make you do anything,” he says, placing the bar down beside you in hopes that you might change your mind at some point. His words echo through your brain as you blink rapidly, trying to keep your tears from falling. “I won’t make you do anything” – yeah, right, you think to yourself.

The strange man remains quiet as you keep your eyes lowered, failing to stop a few tears from escaping down your cheeks. Curtis sees them but refrains from saying anything, at least, for now; the last thing he wants to do is embarrass you. His eyes scan your quivering body, heartbreak and rage building in his chest as he takes in all the bruises and wounds scattering your dirtied skin.

“S-sorry,” you sniffle, realizing he must be growing impatient at your silence. “I-I-… do you want me to take it off?” you ask, sensing his eyes running over your body. “I-I didn’t know if… if you’d want me clothed or… or what. Some guys like t-to- to do it themselves.”

“No, you can keep it on,” Curtis says, internally cursing at himself for not coming up with more comforting, reassuring things to say to you. Clearly you’re terrified, in desperate need of tenderness, but for some reason he can’t seem to find the right words to say. “Y/n, listen. I’m… I’m not here to hurt you,” he tries.

You blink, his words not meaning much of anything. “Okay,” you mumble quietly, guessing he must mean he doesn’t want to go too rough with you. While this should provide at least some sort of comfort, you find that in the end, it just doesn’t. Though you’ve been doing this for what seems like forever and made it through countless rough patches, something about the presence of this man is making you feel like you might not make it through the night. This one might just be the last. It all might become too much.

“That gash on your arm looks pretty nasty,” he comments, nodding at the wound on your wrist. Reaching back into his pocket, he pulls out a roll of bandages. As soon as you see the simple object, you can’t help it; a sob escapes your lips as you jump back, your knees curling up to your chest in defense. Curtis’s eyes grow wide at your response and he freezes, unsure of what he said or did that set you off so strongly.

“P-please,” you hiccup, unable to contain your fear any longer. “D-don’t tie me up, I-I- I’ll hold still, I p-promise.”

“Hey,” he says, “hey- wait a second.” His voice is full of concern as he shoves the wrap back in his coat, adding, “I wasn’t gonna- hey, y/n-”

“I’ll h-hold still-! I-I’ll-” you implore, memories flashing through your mind of other clients who insisted on restraining you. Tears stream down your cheeks as you bring your hands up to cover your face, whimpering loudly as you feel a hand brushing against your knee. “W-wait,” you plead, cowering back from the contact.

“Y/n, please,” Curtis begs, rubbing his thumb gently over your bruised flesh. “Please listen to me, okay? Just listen for a second.” Pausing, he sucks in a breath, hating the sight of you so helpless and afraid. “I’m not going to tie you up; it’s just a bandage, see?” he tries, his free hand beginning to sink back down into his pocket once more.

“No! Please,” you sob, causing him to stop immediately.

“Hey, okay,” he agrees quickly, “I won’t get it out again, I’m sorry. Just- I promise it’s not to tie you up, y/n. I was only gonna wrap your wrist.” With the sight of you curled up before him becoming too much for him to bear, he adds, “Here, it’s okay. You don’t have to hide from me, sweetheart. Please…” Scooting a bit closer to you, he positions a hand on each knee, not sure if it’s safe to try to unravel you from your pitiful position. “I know you’re scared; you have every reason to be, but I promise I’m not going to do anything to you. I’m not here to tie you up, or hurt you, or anything else you might be thinking.”

“Stop, p-please stop,” you beg tiredly, completely out of energy to handle all the mind games you can only assume he’s trying to play. “I-I know what you’re here to d-do, so please just do it already. D-don’t pretend to be gentle, I-I can’t take it. P-please stop trying to mess with me and j-just get it over with already.”

Curtis’s eyes widen at your words, a whole new round of guilt and grief washing over him as he comprehends your fears. “No, y/n, listen. Please, doll. I need you to listen to me. I’m not pretending. I’m not trying to mess with you. This isn’t a test, sweetheart; nothing bad’s coming after. I’m only here because I want to help you. You don’t have to do this to yourself, y/n, not any longer. The way you’re treated on this train is despicable and as long as I have any say in it, you won’t ever be touched wrongly by another man again. But y/n, I can’t help you if you don’t let me. So please, please. I need you to at least try to trust me.”

Once he’s finished making his case, you sniffle, your hands slowly lowering from shielding your face. Two piercing blue eyes are waiting to meet yours, the amount of sincerity and concern in them allowing your body to relax slightly, though you still remain a bit shaky. “Please,” he says again, both of his hands rubbing soothingly against your knees.

Unable to find your voice, you simply give a nod, causing Curtis to let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you,” he breathes. “I promise I won’t betray your trust.” After a few more moments of looking you in the eyes softly, he continues, “I know you said you weren’t hungry, but you really need to eat. You’re nothing but skin and bones, sweetheart.”

Your eyes droop warily at his gentle urging and your gaze drops to the protein bar settled in the few inches between the two of you. Slowly, you begin reaching out, your entire arm shaking from your shoulder to your fingertips.

“Here, let me,” Curtis stops you quickly, picking up the unpleasantly colored bar and breaking off a small bite. He reaches it up towards your mouth, frowning sympathetically when he sees your bottom lip trembling. “They’re gross, I know, but it’s the best we’ve got,” he hums patiently as the cold jelly makes contact with your mouth, causing you to let out a quiet whine. “I know, I know, it’s okay. You’re okay, can you open your mouth for me?” he tries gently.

Too exhausted to protest, you simply do as he asks. He smiles softly at you. “There we go, good,” he praises as he places the food in your mouth. Chewing the stuff is agonizing, the strange and sour taste never seeming to lose its terrible shock-value. “Good,” he says again as you finally swallow, already having broken off another bite to feed you.

The two of you continue quietly as Curtis continues, the only sounds filling the space the occasional gentle encouragement from the kind man as he makes sure to wait for you patiently and keep the pace something manageable. After the sixth bite, though, tears have built back up in your eyes as your stomach begins to ache. “No more,” you plead softly, your body not used to taking in so much food at once.

Curtis furrows his brow in concern but nods, not wanting to push you past your limits. “Okay, that’s okay. You did good, y/n,” he tells you, setting the bar back down on the bed and placing a hand back on one of your knees. “Now, do you think you could let me take a look at your wrist?”

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STARDUST REBLOG CHALLENGE Masterlist

September 🍂

Week 1 (9.7~9.11)

9/7、9/8

Diplomatic Negotiations drabble by @oh-my-damn

were-creature Wednesday: werewolf Ari and Luna by @imaginedreamwrite

Dark Tony Stark x Reader by @mrsdarkandyandere7

Avengers Game Night Headcanon by @marvel-sambuckyvibes

Steven Grant x Fem!Reader by @angelltheninth

Dennis Baker drabbles by @ littlelioncub43

Bucky Barnes | B&B SFW Alphabet by @rookthorne

One Night Stand by @caplanbuckybarnes

Dennis Baker married life by @ littlelioncub43

Whumptember 2022 prompt:sick pairing:Frank Adler /little!reader by @comfortcap

Tell him you’re mine(Curtis Everett /fem!reader) by @vivianandherlily

Forgot by @royalwriteroftheuniverse

Bring me to life part 1 by @nekoannie-chan

Love poison (Steve Rogers /fem!reader) by @empyreanwritings

9/9

‘Cause I can’t help if you look like an angel by @wildestdreamsblog

Andy Barber (Mr.Freezy) x reader by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

For You I’ll Fight || Bruce Wayne Imagine by @holymultiplefandomsbatman

Forgot - but then Steve Remembers by @royalwriteroftheuniverse

Clubs and Things by @samwilsonsbabymama

AU!Buckys and their readers by @angrythingstarlight

Fluff and nsfw (fluff part) by @ronearoundblindly

Stars and Stripes | s.w. by @sweetascanbee

There's still time (Eddie Brock x Reader) by @raincoffeeandfandoms

in layman's terms by @sweetdreamsbuck

Beautifully Unfinished by @kayteewritessteve

Midnight Stroll by @drabblewithfrannybarnes

The Feeling’s Mutual by @thenhewaswrongaboutme

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞: 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 by @buckycuddlebuddy

CE characters react when their girls withhold sex..just to tease him hc by @royalsweetteaa

9/10

The maid of Mr. Barnes - Part 6 (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @disasterofastory

Gotcha Day | s.r. by @sweetascanbee

Summer Wedding by @royalwriteroftheuniverse

Vampire reader x steve by @ronearoundblindly

deep sea mermaid reader x steve by @ronearoundblindly

art - bucky barnes x reader by @onceuponastory

college bruce banner x g/n! reader by @fluffyprettykitty

9/11

mob boss! Steve x reader by @angrythingstarlight

Andy Barber x reader (3k wheels of filth drabble celebration) by @ the-iceni-bitch

Royal Flush-Part 5* by @ilovefandoms102

steve rogers x trench mermaid pt.2 by @ronearoundblindly

fluffy Friday (Ari x Luna) by @imaginedreamwrite

Steve x fem!reader by @sanguineterrain

once in a lifetime by @ classicalmarvel

Blanket Monster by @drabblewithfrannybarnes

Give Me a Hand? by @the-iceni-bitch

Week 2

The One in Charge by @raincoffeeandfandoms

boyfriend!Ari Levinson x student! Reader by @junipermuses

FK!Ari x reader by @onsunnyside

Jake Jensen x reader by @littlelioncub43

𝐌𝐀𝐏𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐍-𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒 by @vivianandherlily

Mixed Signals - Part I: A Chris Evans Mini Fic (Three Parts) by @chris-evans-fics

Happy Father's Day - Jake Jensen by @justalonelyslytherin

HAPPY FATHER’S DAY - COLIN SHEA by @justalonelyslytherin

Hey, Kitty Kitty by @royalsweetteaa

Sprinkle by @buckyalpine

Heavenly Touch by @straywords

bucky barnes x reader by @annab-nana

bucky barnes x reader quote by @incorrectanything

Ari x Reader: won't you whisper soft and slow? (One Shot) by @cruelfvkingsummer

adopted a puppy CE x reader by @imyourbratzdoll

Hot Tubs and Bubs by @f10werfae

Escape by @golden-ariess

whats-it-like-being-tall-yn-is-it by @hannibals-favourite-meal

Sox (Chris Evans x Reader Headcannon) by @cevansgoatee

CE x reader 3 parts by @classicalmarvel

HONEYMOON WITH ARI by @classicalmarvel

safe in your arms by @classicalmarvel

winter things by @classicalmarvel

you make me feel like a teenager in loveee! by @classicalmarvel

3 headcanons by @classicalmarvel

Mob Bucky x F reader by @buckyalpine

Well-deserved throne by @sinner-as-saint

A morning with Stevie- questions and answers by @royalwriteroftheuniverse

Sleepy by @comfortcap

steve rogers x reader quote by @incorrectcapsicle

Fresh Fallen Snow, Part 6 by @georgiapeach30513

Civil war Bucky + overstimulation (light fic) by @buckgasms

A simple mission by @nekoannie-chan

steve rogers x reader quote by @incorrectcapsicle

40s Bucky + Virginity by @buckgasms

Summer Wedding Part 4 by @royalwriteroftheuniverse

Happy ending by @nekoannie-chan

fluffy smut steve rogers x reader by @the-iceni-bitch

Silverfox Johnny drunk rambling to his baby by @imaginedreamwrite

𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 by @buckycuddlebuddy

Like Braille by @thenhewaswrongaboutme

Smut Dialogue: “Is that a thong?” with Ari Levinson by @the-iceni-bitch

October 🎃

S IS FOR SMOOTH by @peternoonewantsthat

Plushie Problem by @thenhewaswrongaboutme

SOMEBODY ELSE by @shedobewritingalittle

𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓 by @vivianandherlily

Time For A Break- Chris Evans xreader fic by @sarahrogersevans

DAY 21 — THIGH FUCKING by @bucky-barnes-diaries

Flashed a Tit by @f10werfae

Summer wedding Part 6 by @royalwriteroftheuniverse

Part 5

Part 4

Part 3

Part 2

Part 1

Mafia!Bucky x Reader by @angrythingstarlight

OVER AND OVER - ARI LEVINSON SMUT by @frostironfudge

Misreaders by @royalesweetteaa

DAY 20 — THIGH RIDING by @bucky-barnes-diaries

A PLACE TO COME HOME TO by @justalonelyslytherin

I WANT YOU- CHRIS EVANS XREADER FAN FIC by @sarahrogersevans

Slice of Life by @fluffycutecevans

HEAVEN FOR YOU: PART 4 by @imaginedreamwrite

KITCHEN DISASTER by @nekoannie-chan

𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐞 𝟒 by @buckyhoney

POSTCARDS MASTERLIST by @sebbytrash

𝗖𝘂𝗽𝗶𝗱𝘀 𝗕𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗳𝗮𝘀𝘁- 𝗔𝗿𝗶 𝗟𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗼𝗻 by @gutflorizt

FOOLS RUSH IN (OCT 20TH) by @ronearoundblindly

TWO OF US by @lovebittenbyevans

Drabble 1

Drabble 2

Drabble 3

Drabble 4

Drabble 5

IG Posted ｜Part 2 ｜ Part 3 ｜

Aesthetic au

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

I know heaven’s a thing, I go there when you touch me by @wildestdreamsblog

SHORT STUFF - BUCKY BARNES X READER by @youlightmeupfinn

Ransom/daycare! reader by @imaginedreamwrite

A TOUCH OF DESIRE by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

UNTITLED DRABBLE by @joannaliceevans-fanficblog

HIS BRIDE by @joannaliceevans-fanficblog

TICKLETOBER DAY 18: CHASE by @supermarvel-fics

A DAY FULL OF SURPRISES- STEVE ROGERS XREADER FIC by @sarahrogersevans

A TEASE by @lokiandbuckysdoll

MOVING DAY by @fortheloveoffanfic

CAT-SITTING by @youre-amazing-say-it

NASTY NAUGHTY BOY || STEVE ROGERS X FEM!READER by @ro-is-struggling

college fuckboy buck x f reader by @buckyalpine

Kiss it Better by @straywords

A DATE WITH THE BOSS by @lokiandbuckysdoll

BUCKY BARNES | ONE SHOT | OKAY by @adrinktostopyourthirst

HIDE AND SEEK | STEVE ROGERS BY @earth616variant

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Your Protector, Forever BY @wildestdreamsblog

Nursing Our Hearts Back to Health BY @justalonelyslytherin

THE DAY STEVE ROGERS SAVED ME FROM A FIRE- STEVE ROGERS XREADER FIC BY @sarahrogersevans

innocent crybaby reader: bodyguard ari BY @onsunnyside

corruption kink by @holylulusworld

Writers Block by @royalwriteroftheuniverse

kinktober masterlist by @bubblessunshinehoney

Steven/Marc/Jake x F!Reader by @soonknight

Kinktober bingo by @nomadicpixel

Shorty McLovin by @f10werfae

Timeless lovin’ by @royalsweetteaa

Part 1

FARM BOY STEVE by @onsunnyside

IT’S FUN BEING BAD by @sunshinebuckybarnes

Loud Thoughts & Hot Cocoa- Chris Evans xreader fan fic by @sarahrogersevans

LOVERS IN THE ORCHARD by @vintagestarlight

Kinktober Masterlist by @luxeavenger

kinktober masterlist by @imyourbratzdoll

kinktober masterlist by @traitorjoelite

STARTING GATE by @navybrat817

werewolf Curtis x Luna by @imaginedreamwrite

The Fitness Pack masterlist by @holylulusworld

JUST A LITTLE TASTE | B. BARNES by @buckspumpkin

Kissing + Wakanda Bucky by @buckgasms

FRESH FALLEN SNOW by @georgiapeach30513

Nothing I Won’t Do- Chris Evans xreader fan fic by @sarahrogersevans

TAME by @buckyalpine

CE CHARACTERS PODCAST HEADCANNON AND WHAT THEY WOULD LISTEN TO XREADER by @sarahrogersevans

PHIL’S BIRTHDAY by @anotherfuckingmarvelfanaccount

𝙪𝙣𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 (1) ₊˚ପ⊹ 𝙗.𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙨 • 𝙨.𝙧𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 by @hellsbarnes

CALL IT DREAMING by @helios-writes

SAM WILSON X GN!READER (FLUFF) by @rodrikstark

BATHTIME | B.B. by @intrepidacious

HARD TO HANDLE by @rubynationwins

ok maybe not a good guy but at least a dateable guy? by @angrythingstarlight

HAPPINESS GREED? by @ace-of-gay

kinktober masterlist by @ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused

BOUND BY THE NIGHT by @jobean12-blog

SHE’S NOT YOU by @alisonsfics

Title: One Night Only by @jessybarnes

Bucky craving pumpkins with reader by @foreverindreamlandd

FRIENDLY COMPETITION by @hannibals-favourite-meal

Angrydaddy Andy forcing kitten reader to hump on his leather shoes while he is in a meeting by @onsunnyside

TOGETHER FOREVER by @syntheticavenger

EARPIECE STEVE ROGERS X GN!READER (FLUFF) by @rodrikstark

Kinktober Masterlist by @bucky-barnes-diaries

512 - B.B by @the-canary

HOMECOMINGSTEVE ROGERS X F!READER (FLUFF) by @rodrikstark

Always Enough by @jobean12-blog

Ned；bucky barnes x reader by @buckyalpine

SWEET DREAMS by @buckyalpine

WHAT YOUR HONEYMOON WITH STEVE ROGERS WOULD INCLUDE... by @alloftheimaginesblog

PRETTY GIRL by @jewels2876

JUMP WITH ME by @writercole

best friend Bucky by @buckyalpine

chris x foreigner reader by @imyourbratzdoll

andy barber x reader x steve rogers(past relationship) by @imyourbratzdoll

STAY by @librariesandcastles

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬, 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐬. by @imyourbratzdoll

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑨𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑 by @imyourbratzdoll

Growing Pains Series by @cevansbrat0007

Kinktober 2022 by @holylulusworld

COCKTAIL by @jobean12-blog

KINKTOBER DAY 12: MOMMY KINK W/ STEVE ROGERS by @marvelouscharlie24

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist by LATE-TO-THE-PARTY-81

SECRET FAMILY RECIPE - STEVE ROGERS by JUSTALONELYSLYTHERIN

DON’T SAY ANYTHING (PART 3) by CUMONBUCKY

DON’T SAY ANYTHING (PART 2) by CUMONBUCKY

animal shifter au by SARGENTBARXES

boss!vampire!bucky x PA plus size reader by SEBASTIANSLUTS

SHOW ME by SPECTRE-POSTS

DO YOU WANT TO HAVE AN ALPHA? by WELLDONEBECA

THIRD WHEEL by HANNIBALS-FAVOURITE-MEAL

"YOU KEPT THIS?" by JUSTALONELYSLYTHERIN

SAME SIDE by NEKOANNIE-CHAN

KINKTOBER DAY 10: BITING W/ LLOYD HANSEN by MARVELOUSCHARLIE24

Second Chance- Steve Rogers xreader fan fic by SARAHROGERSEVANS

THE MAID OF MR. BARNES + LONG NIGHT (BUCKY BARNES X READER) by DISASTEROFASTORY

AUTUMN IS HEALING by RONEAROUNDBLINDLY

𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬: Ari Levinson and Nomad Steve Rogers by LILACEVANS

what each of the guys' dicks look like and i need to know your opinion now by VALLEYFAE

I Will Never Forget. He Never Did Either by ROYALWRITERSOFTHEUNIVERSES

November ❄️

Week 1

Week 2

Week 3

Week 4

December ☃️

Week 1

Week 2

Week 3

Week 4𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞: 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝

#stardust reblog challenge #nana's reblog challenge

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