#stepdad!Steve rogers

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Daddy’s Good Girl » Steve Rogers/Captain America

October 30th

Pairings: Stepdad!Steve Rogers x Stepdaughter!Reader

Summary: The reader is a good girl for her stepdaddy.

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

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

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

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“Daddy please!” You whined.

Steve has been denying you of orgasms all night. It all started when you were about to leave the house to go to a Halloween party, wearing a costume very revealing and not you’re paying the price.

“What do you want sweetheart?” Steve asks.

“Please let me cum!” You begged.

“Nice try, but no.” He says.

You whined and threw your head back against the pillow. Your jaw dropped when Steve rubbed his fingers faster against your now sensitive clit. Your lower abdomen tightened. Your orgasm was coming closer and closer.

“I’m gonna cum!” You moaned.

Steve abruptly took his fingers away from you when you said that making you to whine in frustration.

“Not yet, honey.” He says.

Steve stood up and took off his clothes. You licked your lips when you seen his hard cock, leaking with precum.

“My eyes are up here.” He says, snapping his fingers in your face.

Steve got in between your legs. He grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to him, your legs were on either side of him. He rubbed his tip in between your folds, teasing your entrance.

“Daddy please!” You whined.

Steve chuckled at your desperateness. He slid his cock inside of you, inch by inch till he was fully inside of you. His hands gripped your hips as he began thrusting at a slow pace to tease you.

“Faster please, daddy!” You begged.

“Are you going to be my good girl?” Steve asks.

“Yes! I’ll be good! So good!” You say.

Steve increased the pace of his thrusts, faster and harder. One of his hands left your hips and found it’s way to your clit, rubbing it in circles with his fingers. Moans left your lips as you threw your head back against the pillow. Steve leaned down to kiss along your neck, nipping at your skin hard enough to leave hickeys behind.

“Such a good girl for daddy.” He says against your neck.

You felt a familiar tightening in your lower abdomen that you felt earlier. You had a feeling that Steve was going to deny you of another orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum! Please let me cum, daddy!” You moaned.

“Cum for daddy, sweetheart.” He whispers in your ear as his fingers rubbed faster on your clit.

Your jaw dropped, his name left your lips as you came. Steve wasn’t too far behind you.

“Fuck!” Steve moans as he came inside of you.

His thrusts came to a slow stop. Steve pulled out of you and laid down next to you, pulling you against him.

“You’re daddy’s good girl.” Steve says.

“Mhmm.” You hummed.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[becca-e-barnes]

any chance you could write stepdad!steve catching you sneak back in from a party?

Pleaseeeeee 🤤 This is a lil short one but I might give it a second part

"What time do you call this?" You knew you were fucked when the taxi dropped you home and the light in your kitchen illuminated the drive way. Your mum made a habit of turning it off every night and you were only getting away with this if everyone was asleep.

It was well past the time your mum and stepdad usually went to bed. Hell, it was well past the time you usually went to bed yourself. You didn't often stay up to 2:37am and you absolutely never stayed out that late. Despite the fact you're in your 20's, your new stepdad had set the rule that you were to be home by 1am every night. No exceptions. Asshole.

It usually wasn't hard to follow his rules. No boys in your bedroom. Don't stay out late. Fill up the fuel you use in the car. Nothing really out of the ordinary. But then again, he kept telling you that you weren't the rule breaking type anyway.

"Sorry, I lost track of time." You did your best to avoid looking at your stepfather while you lied through your teeth. You'd known damn well what time it was and you'd had every intention of staying out until the lights in the club came back on. You just didn't think you'd get caught.

"Mhm." Steve's hum almost sounded convincing, pausing while he folded his arms, his navy blue pyjama top straining around his biceps. "You expect me to believe that? You're a bright girl, sweetheart. I know you can tell the time."

Damn your own body for betraying you like this. His praise makes your tummy flutter and you know it's so damn wrong.

"I know you want to be a good girl, don't you?" He pauses again, waiting for your response and he seems satisfied when you nod. "Always so well behaved for me. You know what? I'll let you pick your own punishment. Just this once." His eyes are trained on your face, watching for any sign of discomfort at the way things are progressing.

"Option 1. I confiscate your car keys." Fair enough but that would be really inconvenient. "Option 2. I confiscate your phone." Oh no, absolutely not. "Option 3. I confiscate that shitty little vibrator you keep in the drawer beside your bed."

How does he even know you have that? It's mortifying enough that he feels able to punish you but this is a step further than you were expecting.

"No need to be shy about it, honey. I get it. You've got needs. Nothing to be embarrassed about. And if it makes you feel better, I could show you how a real man should touch you. You'll forget that little plastic thing even exists."

Fuck, that's an offer you could only ever have dreamed of. In fact, it's painfully close to what you imagine while you're frantically rolling the vibrator in question over your own clit.

"If you'd rather lose your car keys or your phone, feel free. Choice is yours." Steve sounds awfully nonchalant for someone who's just made a proposal like that but there's no chance you're turning down his offer.

"Option 3." Your voice is barely a squeak and you almost think you've made the wrong decision when Steve raises an eyebrow.

"Good girl. Go get it."

[babyjakes]

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event | kinktober 2022

prompt | finger sucking

pairing | dark!stepdad!steve rogers x reader

warnings | mean!dark!stepdad!steve, non/dubcon, ddlg vibes (steve refers to himself as daddy), forced orgasm

word count | 286

an | this one’s for my sweet friend @junipermuses! you wrote stepdad!steve once and now i can’t stop thinking about him 🤤 i made him a little mean too, just as a treat 🫶

mean!stepdad!steve fucks your sweet little pussy every chance he gets, even in the middle of the night when your mom (his wife) is sleeping in the next room over 😳 he’s got you sprawled out on your back against your pretty pink princess bedding (which of course he got you, he just thinks it’s so cute) and he’s pounding into you as he stuffs your mouth full of his fingers to give you something to suck on and muffle your whimpers and moans 🤤 “gotta be quiet, sweetheart. wouldn’t want your mother to hear, now would we? she’d be so disappointed to find out what a filthy little slut her daughter is in bed— fucking her own stepfather, how naughty” you were always hesitant towards his advances and tried to keep him from committing such heinous acts against you but he’s just so big and strong and there’s nothing you can do when he forces himself on you and takes what’s his 😔 he’s pounding you hard, not caring about the tiny squeaks of pain you’re letting out against his fingers as your drool drips down your chin. “that’s it, baby. take your daddy’s cock” he’s only turned on more when you start to cry 😩 “fucking look at you, so pathetic. drooling all over daddy’s fingers, what’s wrong, baby? don’t you like it when daddy fucks this little baby pussy?” he reaches down to rub your clit and you only sob harder, he knows he’s gonna make you cum. “c’mon, give it to me, slut. squeeze daddy’s dick— there you go,” he shoves his fingers further down your throat as you clench around him 😭 “see? knew you fucking love this, filthy fucking whore” 😌🫶

[sofi1sstuff]

🪖Steve Rogers recommendations🪖

Ongoing

🪖Captain’s legacy (by @onsunnyside​): Steve Rogers is the prideful golden-haired captain of the football team, the vice president of Arcadia Phi, and a gleaming star amongst the dull, forgettable faces of school. He shines with domineering entitlement and an unbreakable resolve, and you were doomed from the moment you stepped onto campus.

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🪖Third eye (by @onsunnyside​): The man out of time meets a woman out of touch.

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🪖His sinful devotion (by @marvelcriminalhoe​​): You’re the preachers daughter. The innocent, young, church loving, preachers daughter. And Steve is one of the most eligible men in the church. Who is far older and more experienced than you. But he’s Steve, everyone trusts him. Which means you should to, especially when he sets his sights on making you his wife. Because Steve Rogers would never do anything wrong, or have you do anything wrong. Right?

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Completed (series/miniseries)

🪖What a world (by @onsunnyside​): S.H.I.E.L.D. had a lot of secrets, you just never expected one of them to be an actual person—a blue-eyed giant, wild manbeast at that.

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🪖Photograph (by @kaiparker-avengerssmut​​): You find out what photo your husband keeps in his wallet

¨Part 1  Part 2

🪖All is fair (by @sunflowersoldat​): Family is important, but so is the Family business. Everyone has secrets, some are deadly. Your the best in the business, but no one knows who you are. Tensions are high, will you raise the stakes or fold under pressure?

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One Shots

🪖Its always the quiet ones (by @bonky-n-steeb​): You set your eyes on the new doctor in town.

🪖The professional (by @labella420​​): You get your first professional massage

🪖Clandestine meetings and stolen stares (by @cruelfvkingsummer​​): Who knew Steve Rogers had kept such a pretty little secret?

🪖Good girl faith (by @cruelfvkingsummer​​): The world is ugly but at least it ahs you

🪖Religion (by @lanadelreyscokewhor3​​): Steve’s prayers have finally been answered after all these years, as he finds you waiting for him in the church he calls home. Captivated by him and his charm, you get swept up in his arms, to soon find out Steve isn't the saint he painted himself out to be.

🪖It’s you (by @rogersevans​​): It’s always been him. You’ve just never noticed it before, until it was too late. One confession in a heated moment changes your entire relationship with Steve.

🪖Lamb to the Slaughter (by @chrisevansredbelt​​): Steve takes a liking to you and your naivety. he also takes advantage of it.

🪖Enemies (by @assembletheimagines​): Captain America gets on your nerves. But he could say the same about you.

🪖No Strings Attached (by @viperbarnes​): “Every time you’ve called me, I’ve come,” Steve says, voice thick with hurt, and you clench your teeth. “Every. Time.”

🪖She calls me daddy (by @hertzwritings​​)

You can check other characters recommendations here

[missus-shadowsinger]

Welp to cope with the dream that I had last night will be turned into a little Drabble

Who so ready for Stepdad!Steve or CEO!Steve or DBF!Steve. Not sure which way I wanna play it yet because all three could work.

[imyourbratzdoll]

Stepdaddy Steve Rogers😮‍💨

Really smutty, maybe including stepdads best friend bucky too

Threesome material wow

hi! okay, so not exactly a threesome but close? I hope you like it, though.

summary - daddy decides it's playtime during the game, and his best friend gets to watch.

warning - voyeurism, masturbation, fingering, daddy kink, slight ddlg themes, stepcest, smut.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

You play with your fingers nervously, rocking back and forth on your feet. “Daddy?!” You let out an anxious yell, your eyes peering down at the tub of ice cream. You hear him yell back, and you let out a sigh of relief, knowing you didn’t piss him off during his game. “C–Can I please have another ice cream?!”

“Absolutely not!” He yells back in his dad voice, sending tingles to the forbidden spot between your legs. You let out a cry as you shut the freezer door and head toward where he sits. He and Bucky look over when you enter the room. Steve sends you a soft smile when you pout at him, eyes filled with tears.

“Why not, daddy?” You continue to pout, eyes moving between your daddy and Bucky, your fingers pulling on the hem of your short dress. 

“Because daddy doesn’t want his little princess to get sick. You don’t want to have a sore tummy, now, do you?” You shake your head, your nose scrunching up as you remember the last time you had too much ice cream. “Good girl, now come here, baby.” He motions you forward with his hand, his tongue peeking out to lick his lips.

“How come?” You slowly begin to walk forward, curious.

Steve smiles, pulling you onto his lap when you get close enough. Loving the squeal that escapes you. “Daddy wants to teach you something about the spot between your thighs.” You look at him with wide eyes and a giant smile, excited for your daddy and playtime.

“Is this playtime, daddy? But what about your game? And M–Mr Bucky?” Steve nods, his hand resting on your upper thigh, throwing a smirk at his best friend.

“Yes, princess. This is playtime, don’t worry about the game, and Bucky might be joining us. Would you like that, princess?” Steve grins when you nod your head excitedly, “Now, princess. You're going to watch Bucky play with himself whilst I play with you, okay?” You nod again, eyes already dazed at the thought but snap out of it when Steve slaps your cheek softly. “I need words, princess.”

“Yes, daddy! I watch, you play. Got it!” You nod, head turning to stare at Bucky’s crotch. Both men chuckle at your excitement.

Steve spins you around so that you are facing Bucky, his hand cups your cunt, groaning when he notices you’ve listened to him about going bare around the house. “Good girl.” He flips your dress, letting his best friend stare at your glistening cunt. His fingers begin to rub your little button, and Bucky hurriedly pulls out his throbbing cock, his eyes glued to you, spitting into his hand as he starts to stroke his member. 

“You’re such a pretty girl. Your daddy was right, doll. You’ve got the prettiest pussy in the entire world.” He groans, tugging his cock harder whilst his other hand reaches down to massage his balls. Your sweet sounds go straight to his cock, and he watches you whither in your stepfather’s lap because the pleasure is too much. “Mmm, what I wouldn’t do to make you mine, doll. Maybe one day your daddy will let me have my way with you.” 

You whimper, your eyes widening as you watch Bucky tug on his cock. Drool gathers in your mouth as you become desperate to suck on it. Little moans escape you as your daddy continues to rub your tiny button. Your eyes become lidded and dazed as you feel all tingly inside. “Daddy! Daddy! Feel funny!” 

Steve grunts, his cock strained against his pants as his fingers enter your tight hole and curl, hitting the delicious spot inside you. “Cum for us, princess. Make us proud.” His pace becomes brutal, roughly fingering your spot whilst rubbing and pinching your button. Bucky’s eyes roll back, and his cock twitches as cum explodes from his mushroom tip. The sight of you squirting everywhere sets him off and will forever be in their minds.

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[see-the-divine]

Kinktober Recs 2023

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Note: Check the rules of each blog before reading please!! Enjoy 💗

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[onsunnyside]

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞

There’s no going back now. Welcome to my stepcest verse. Here you’ll find all of my series, fics, blurbs/drabbles and wip tags for: stepdad, stepdad’s best friend, stepbrother(s), etc., and all thots, including single pairings and crossovers.

【 fluff, smut, angst, dark, (c)ompleted, request 】

˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ | @onsunnysidelibrary | 𝐀𝐎𝟑 

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬:

𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐬; series ⤜ d, f, s

✧࿐ Ari has spent too long protecting you from the big bad world and all the monsters who inhabit it—including himself—for you to belong to someone else. See the Rush Collection. [soft dark!stepbrother!Ari Levinson, frat boys!CEvans characters, innocent!reader, university au, stepcest, grey character undertones, fratboy!Ari, innocent/virgin!reader]

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬:

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐁𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩; one shot ⤜ s, r (c)

✧࿐ It’s the summer before your freshman college year, and your stepdad’s best friend has been teaching you about pleasure behind your stepdad’s back, or so you think. Based on this ask. [stepdad!Ari Levinson, stepdad’s best friend!Lloyd Hansen, stepcest, innocent!/inexperienced!reader]

𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝?; one shot ⤜ f, s (c)

✧࿐ Curtis has always been your hero, and after a horror movie marathon, it’s no surprise you seek comfort in his bed. [Stepbrother!Curtis Everett x innocent!reader. Stepcest, somnophilia, corruption/ruined kink]

𝐖𝐈𝐏𝐬: [ faves | others ]

see each tag for asks/drabbles/blurbs.

bad boy stepbro!curtis

boyfriend!curtis and boyfriend’s stepdad!ari

bratty stepsis!reader x stepbro!ari 

cam!stepbro!ari

dark mafia!stepbro!ari

golden boy!frat boy!stepbro!steve rogers

nerd stepbro!jake jensen

stepbro!andy x party girl!reader

stepbro!bryce langley

stepbro!ransom x camgirl!reader

stepdad!bucky

stoner stepbro!ari

𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬/𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬: not tagged as wips.

smut = *

stepdad!Lloyd Hansen got with your family for business but wants to knock you up*

christmas with stepdad!Ari Levinson*

boyfriend’s stepdad!Lloyd Hansen (ft. boyfriend!Ransom Drysdale)*

[hakunawakanda]

Peter: oh sh*t

Charles: language young boy !

Erik: where the f*ck did he learn that?

Charles: ...

Erik: what ?

Erik: oh f-

Charles: *sighs* language please.

[penguinpower1101]

[becca-e-barnes]

omg becca PLEASE write more stepdad!steve or bucky i literally don’t care who it is i just need to read more about a stepdad au because your last stepdad!steve x reader was AMAZING you wrote that (and everything you write) so well!!!😩

I have a reallll soft spot for the stepdad stuff with a daddy kink, it's just so delightfully filthy

But the thought of just you and Steve being home alone and you decide to make the most of the alone time. Maybe you strip, lying naked in the centre of your bed, playing with the little shitty vibrator you've been hiding from him. It's not great by any stretch of the imagination but with a lot of concentration, it eventually gets the job done.

You really ramp your moans up though. So much so that he can hear you as he walks up the hall. The fact you kept your door open didn't help keep your secret either.

He stands in the doorway for a second, watching you get lost in a kind of mediocre, underwhelming pleasure. You'd taken your focus off listening for him in favour of keeping yourself tuned in to buzzing of the toy between your legs, giving your body what it needs to get just a little more worked up.

You look stunning like this, naked and lost in the freedom of knowing your own body. There's a confidence to the way you roll the toy against your own glistening cunt, a confidence that he finds so sexy because he loves that you know what you need and you don't hesitate to take it.

"Does that feel good, bunny?" He asks after a couple of minutes, his throbbing dick getting the better of him.

"Oh God, daddy. It's so good." You whine, your eyes opening again, now fixed on him. You're not sure how long he's been there but this was your aim all along.

The title makes his jaw clench. It's going to be one of those fucks.

"That's bullshit, honey." He smirks, stepping inside your room, letting you keep playing with yourself while he stalks to the end of your bed. "That thing isn't worth it's weight in shit. You know how I can tell?"

You shake your head, tugging your bottom lip between your own teeth because the toy feels somewhat better now that Steve is here.

"Because you know as well as I do that you would've cum for daddy already. The fact it hasn't got you off in all the time I've been watching tells me it's not enough for you anymore. What's wrong? Has daddy ruined your pretty pussy for anyone else? Can't even cum for yourself anymore?" Your skin was already hot but now it felt like it was burning with embarrassment.

You nod slowly, gasping when you roll the toy particularly nicely against your body. "You ruined me, daddy. I can only cum when I think of you. I-It's hard to cum without you now. It's n-not fair." You sound so pathetic, he almost feels sorry for you.

"I'd tell you I'm sorry but sweetheart, I warned you. I told you that I'd ruin you. You didn't listen. The only thought in your silly little head was how badly you wanted to bounce on daddy's big dick and now you can't get off unless I'm stuffed inside you." He was right, he did warn you and you didn't care. You still don't.

"Daddy please, I need you." You half sob, rutting your hips gently against the useless toy in your hand, not wanting to lose the stimulation but needing more than it could offer.

"You'll have me, princess. But right now, daddy wants to watch how desperate you get. I want to see how long it takes you to get so frustrated, you sob your little heart out. Then I'll give you what you need." That sounds awful but you know he'll enjoy every second. The way he rolls up his sleeves and sits at the end of your bed shouldn't turn you on but at least you have the promise of a real orgasm tonight.

[krirebr]

More Than This 1

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

Word Count: ~4.1k

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

Warnings: Heavy angst, age difference, adult themes, institutional sexism, a very brief conversation about the possibility of abuse, explicit language, the slooowest burn - Warnings will be added as needed for subsequent parts. All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

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A/N: And here we go! A huge thanks to @drabblewithfrannybarnes for helping me nail down some of the worldbuilding details and @paperweight91 for reading so much of this and especially telling me how to fix the scene that refused to be fixed. You're both the best!!

Any comment, reblog, or ask to let me know what you think will be greatly appreciated. Even if it's just screeching at me. As always, thank you so much for reading! 💜

It was uncommon to be called to your stepfather’s office. The high rise on the edge of Studio City had housed the heads of his family since the silent film era, give or take a remodel and expansion or five. You’d only been here a handful of times, mostly left out of the family business. When his assistant opened the door for you, you were surprised to see a small group of people, all in expensive business attire, surrounding your stepdad, Joseph Rogers, at his desk. Even more surprising was the figure standing in the corner, staring out the window – your mother. 

“Mom?” you asked, unable to hide your confusion. She just gave you a tight smile in return and turned her attention to her husband.

“Sweetheart,” he called to you. It’s what he’d called you since you’d first met him as a child and it had always felt patronizing and empty. You were well aware that you were an annoyance he’d been saddled with when he’d married your mother for her late first husband’s connections. Eighteen years later, you wished he’d drop the pretense already. “Please, have a seat,” he gestured to the leather chair in front of his large oak desk. 

You sat down across from him. “What’s going on?” you asked, an uneasy feeling building in your gut.

“Congratulations are in order,” he said, smiling at you. “You’re engaged.”

Years of experience at bullshit industry and society parties had you pasting on a benign smile. This was your fourth, no fifth engagement, the first one dating all the way back to when you were 10. They’d all dissolved for one reason or another, the business arrangements at the heart of them disintegrating too. But looking around the room at all the extra people in attendance, you knew better than to dismiss this outright. You were older now. Many of your friends from school had found themselves married as part of business deals in the last few years. Love matches were uncommon in the circles you frequented. There wasn’t much patience for love when this much money was at stake. But still, just because it was expected, that didn’t make you any more ready for your turn. 

“That’s wonderful,” you said, putting all your effort into keeping your tone even. “May I ask whom I’m engaged to?” 

“Ransom Drysdale,” Joseph said. “He’s the grandson of Harlan Thrombey, the mystery writer. We’ve been trying to secure the movie rights to his works for years and this should finally cement it. It’s fantastic news for our family and this studio. The joining of our families should create many opportunities for all of us. Ransom is one of the most eligible bachelors in Boston. You should feel very lucky.”

Lucky was the last thing you felt right now, but you kept your face schooled as you ran through your mental Rolodex to try to figure out if you had any social connections to this man. The fact that he lived on the other side of the country made it less likely but not impossible. 

“So,” he continued, sliding a stack of papers across his desk to you, “all you need to do is sign and initial the contract where it’s marked, and we can get started finalizing the details for the wedding next month.”

At that, all your poise disappeared and the smile dropped off your face. “Next month?”

Joseph nodded. “It’s important to strike while the iron is hot with deals like this. So go ahead and sign so that we can all move on to the next stage.”

Your heart thumped wildly in your chest. This was happening. This one was real. “Shouldn’t I read it first?” you asked, somewhat desperately.

He shook his head, “No need,” he said, gesturing to the man you recognized as one of the family lawyers standing beside him. “Julian has already gone through it with a fine-toothed comb. All of our interests are well represented. It’s all in legalese anyway. Impossible to understand if you aren’t a lawyer.” He chuckled and many of the people standing around the desk, staring at you, joined him. 

“I just–” you stammered. You didn’t know what to do, but you knew you couldn’t pick up that pen.

Irritation bloomed on your stepfather’s face. “Lydia!” he called. 

Your mother stopped staring out the window and stepped up to your chair. “Honey,” she said gently, putting her hand on your back. “This will be such a good thing. And then we can get to all the fun parts of planning the wedding!” She picked up the pen and held it out to you. You took a moment to look at her. Her features were drawn and her eyes looked exhausted. She’d looked that way as long as you could remember. It did nothing to reassure you. 

You glanced at the door behind you. You knew you weren’t getting out of this room without signing the contract. You took a deep breath and took the pen from your mother. There was nothing else to do. No other choice. You quickly flipped through the papers, initialing where indicated and signing the last page. Your hand was shaking so badly you weren’t sure any of it was legible.

When you turned over the last page, Joseph clapped his hands together. “Excellent!” He took a large binder off the desk and passed it over to you. “We’ve put some information together for you on your new fiance. Ransom will be in town next week to take you to dinner so that the two of you can get to know each other. Now, I’m sure you want to go celebrate, so we won’t keep you any longer.”

At the clear dismissal, you stood up. Many people in the room offered their congratulations and you nodded to them, forcing a strained smile. Then you made your way out on shaky legs, needing to see the one person who might be able to help you process what had just happened.

You’d been six years old when you and your mother had moved into the Rogers mansion. You were terrified, already able to sense Joseph’s indifference towards you. But your comfort during that time, and all the time after, had been his son, Steve. Twelve years old, still reeling from the death of his mother and just as deeply lonely as you, he’d named himself your protector, shielding you from his father’s annoyance and your mother’s sorrow. He guarded you from monsters when you woke up in the middle of the night after a nightmare and would stare down your bullies on the playground. You were very quickly inseparable. 

When you became engaged the first time when you were ten, sixteen-year-old Steve had taken you out for ice cream, telling you not to worry too much, there was so much time before anything would happen and that everything would be ok. When the arrangement had fallen apart, he’d hugged you and whispered in your ear, “See? I’m always right.”

That was the memory you couldn’t stop thinking about as you let yourself into your stepbrother’s apartment, using the key he’d given you on the day he’d moved in. He wasn’t in his front room, so you moved all the way to the back, to the spare room he used as an art studio. You lightly knocked on the doorframe as you entered, trying not to startle him. He was standing with his hands on his hips, staring at a half-finished painting, but looked over his shoulder as soon as he heard you. There was a warm smile on his face, but it dropped as soon as he took in your expression. “What happened?” he asked as you flopped down onto his couch.

“I think I might be really fucked, Steve,” you said quietly, your hands still shaking. You couldn’t get them to stop.

“What happened?” he asked again, more forcefully this time, as he dragged a chair from the corner of the room so that he could sit right across from you.

“Your dad, he–” You stopped and shook your head. Steve’s face darkened. “I’m engaged,” you said with a helpless shrug.

“Okay,” he said evenly. “That might not be the most dire thing. You’ve been engaged before. Nothing ever comes of it.”

You sighed. “They’ve set a date this time.”

“Oh,” was all he could say at first, surprise on his face. “That’s new.”

“Yeah.” you nodded. “A month from now.”

That had Steve sitting up straight. “The hell?!”

“It’s happening this time. I can feel it.”

“Hey, no,” he said, reaching out to touch your arm. “Let me try to talk some sense into him. Buy you some time. He might listen to me.”

You shook your head. “Everything’s already signed. They made me sign. I don’t think there’s any getting out of it.”

“He give you a name?”

“Ransom Drysdale.”

Before he was able to stop himself, Steve grimaced.

“Fuck,” you muttered, briefly covering your face with your hands.

“No, it’s– I’ve only met him once or twice, ok? I don’t actually know anything about him.”

“But you don’t like him.”

“He’s–” Steve paused, clearly trying to find the words that wouldn’t upset you even more, “a strong personality.” He looked at you carefully. “And he’s older than you. Older than me, even.”

“I know,” you sighed, reaching for your bag and taking out the folder. “They gave me this.”

You handed it to Steve and he paged through it. “This is intense. Do you think they gave him one about you?”

You shrugged. “Dunno. Probably. Can’t imagine it says anything interesting.”  

Steve nodded, seriously. “It’s probably pretty thin. Just the story of that time you completely freaked out when you weren’t allowed to bring Mr. BunBun to school with you.”

You grabbed the pillow next to you and hurled it at him. “You’re such a dick!” you laughed. “I’m very upset!”

He batted the pillow back at you and cackled when it hit you in the chest. “He deserves to know the kind of person he’s marrying. The kind who throws a five-alarm tantrum when she’s separated from her stuffed bunny.”

“I was eight, asshole!” You laughed again but then your brain caught on something Steve had said. “Holy shit, he’s marrying me. I’m getting married. I don’t know anything about him. He could be anyone. You don’t even like him! He could hurt me and–” 

“Hey, no!” Steve interrupted quickly. “I might not know much, but I know that. He won’t do that. I’m sure of it. And if he ever even tried, I’d be there so fast. They’d never find his body.”

“Will he be kind to me?” you asked quietly. He opened his mouth to say something, but you stopped him. “Be honest with me. Please.”

He sighed. “I don’t know.”

“Well,” you said, trying so hard not to cry, “I guess at least now we know exactly how your dad feels about me.”

Steve closed his eyes and quietly said your name. When he opened them, there was a resolved look on his face that was painfully familiar. His ‘I’m going to fix this’ face. He was intractable when he got like this. He set his jaw. “I’m going to talk to Dad.”

You shook your head. “Steve.” Your stepfather was just as intractable as his son. This would only result in a shouting match that wouldn’t go anywhere.

“It’s going to be alright,” he said resolutely.

All you could do was say “OK,” with a wan smile, knowing it was a lie. You lay down on the couch and curled up on your side. “Do you mind if I stay here for a bit?”

“Of course not. Lola good on her own for a while?”

You nodded. Your little dog was probably asleep in her kennel. “Yeah, for a while.”

“Do you mind if I keep working on this?” he asked, gesturing to his painting.

“I like watching you paint,” you said, trying to find comfort in the familiarity of something you’d done since you were small.

He stood up and turned back to his easel, and you did your best to focus on watching him paint and not think about how, if this went through, you’d have to move to Boston and you wouldn’t get to have this time with your brother anymore.

As expected, Steve’s talk with Joseph yielded no results when it came to your future. The only thing it seemed to have any effect on was their own relationship, Steve announcing to you that he was no longer speaking to his father the next time you saw him. You hadn’t expected anything else.

For your part, you spent the next week vacillating between going overboard preparing for your first meeting with Ransom—pouring over your folder on him, making salon appointments, shopping for a dress that would make the right impression—and pretending your problems didn’t exist. As such, the day of the dinner still snuck up on you. You were a nervous wreck. 

The plan was for him to pick you up at your apartment, but an hour before he was supposed to arrive, you got a text from an unfamiliar number telling you to meet him at the restaurant instead. 

So now you sat at the table, alone, in a new dress with your hair done. You’d arrived ten minutes early, and he was now 20 minutes late. You took a deep breath, staring at the empty seat across from you. He would show up. He had to. 

Another ten minutes passed and, as you waived off the server for a third time, you let yourself consider what it would mean if your future husband had stood you up. You should go. It’d be pathetic to stay. And even if he did show up after you’d gone, it’d make a point. Show you had a backbone. You should definitely go.

Just as your hand began to inch toward your handbag on the table, the hostess came through, leading a tall, handsome man to your table. She stopped beside you and then ducked away. The man looked at you critically. He said your name like a question and, when you nodded, he sat down. He didn’t introduce himself, but he could only be Ransom. 

He was dressed nicely in an expensive sweater and slacks, but much more casually than you were and looking around the restaurant than most of the other people there, too. And when he sat down, you could see the places in his sweater where it was threadbare or torn. You tried very hard to not take it as a sign of how he felt about this dinner, felt about you.

You cleared your throat to say something, you weren’t entirely sure what when he glanced at your glass of water. “You don’t drink?”

“No, I do,” you said, but when he smirked you realized how that sounded. “I can,” you amended, but that sounded odd too. “I mean, I don’t have anything against it. I was just waiting for you.”

He snorted. “Well, aren’t you polite?”  His tone made it feel like the worst thing you could possibly be. He flagged down the server and ordered a glass of the Macallan 18, then huffed impatiently while you asked questions about their wine selection. You didn’t know how he could be half an hour late and make you feel bad for taking your time ordering. 

Once you’d finally made your choice and the server left, you tried not to squirm as he gave you a once-over with his eyes. You felt disappointing without really knowing why. You tried to shrug off the feeling, but then Ransom said, “How old even are you?” with scorn in his voice.

You cleared your throat. “Twenty-four,” you tried to say with confidence.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered.

You did your best not to shrink in on yourself. Maybe he was just nervous too. It was a weird situation. But, “Didn’t they tell you about me?”

He snorted again and rolled his eyes. “Gave me a whole binder. I never opened it.”

You looked down at your empty place setting, embarrassed. You’d studied every inch of what they’d given you, hoping to show him how seriously you were taking this and he couldn’t care less. “Oh,” was all you were able to say. 

He grinned a little meanly. “You got one too, didn’t you? Don’t tell me you’ve memorized facts about me that you were ready to rattle off to impress me.”

“No,” you growled out. You weren’t going to let him make you feel small just for trying to show interest in the person you were going to have to spend the rest of your life with.

He swiped one hand over his mouth and chin. “My god,” he muttered, “this whole thing is fucking ridiculous.”

The waitress came back and set down your drinks. Ransom immediately took a large gulp of his scotch. You itched to do the same, but you suddenly felt like proving a point. Even if you weren’t entirely sure what that point was. 

You were ready to order, but Ransom hadn’t glanced at his menu yet. Just as you were about to ask for a few more minutes, he said, “Go ahead and bring me another one of these right away,” and gestured with his drink in dismissal. She nodded and left.

Fuck it, you let yourself take a large drink of your wine. “Do you know what you’re going to have?” you asked, nodding to his menu.

He shook his head. “I have dinner plans after this.”

Heat shot through your whole body. “I thought these were the dinner plans.”

He rolled his eyes again. “Getting a head start on the nagging?” he asked, dryly. “Wow, it’s like we’re already married.”

You opened your mouth to do something, you weren’t sure what. Everything in your mind had gone white. But once again, Ransom beat you to it. “Alright, let’s get this done. You’re moving into my house. Fine. But I already have everything we need, so I expect you to pack light. I don’t need your shit cluttering up everything.”

You didn’t know what to say to that. You didn’t know how to have a conversation with him. Someone who left no room for you and seemed not to care at all about anything you had to say. And then there was the voice in your head that kept shouting about how incredibly important this dinner was to the rest of your life. And now it wasn’t even dinner. So when you opened your mouth to speak, what came out was, “I have a dog.”

He stared at you for a moment, seemingly surprised that you’d spoken at all. “What? No. Absolutely not. You’ll have to get rid of it. I hate dogs.”

You didn’t even bother to try to think through the static in your head. “She’s coming with me. I don’t care what else happens, I’m fucking bringing my dog.”

Ransom just narrowed his eyes and stared at you for a moment, then, “Fine. Just keep it away from me. And if it destroys my house, you’re getting rid of it. I’m serious.”  

“She won’t,” you said, as sure of that as anything. “She’s a good girl.”

“Whatever,” he said, as the server returned with his second drink. He slid his empty glass to the end of the table, then said, “The bill,” without looking at her. As she took his empty away, he continued to you, “I don’t know why you want to deal with a dog and a baby, but…” he shrugged.

You just blinked at him, trying to catch up with the massive leap he’d just taken. “Baby? What? Who said anything about a baby?”

He laughed, loudly. “Oh my god, they didn’t tell you?”

“Tell me what?” you asked, harshly, panic starting to build up in your chest. 

“Of course, they fucking left that to me. There’s a clause in the contract,” he said, “requiring you to get pregnant with my child within the first year.”

You stared over his shoulder, you couldn't look him in the eye, horrified and speechless. You couldn’t breathe. How were you supposed to breathe?

“You seriously didn’t read your own marriage contract?” The judgment in his tone had you shrinking in on yourself. You couldn’t help it.

“They didn’t give me any time,” you said, quietly. “They just made me sign it.”

“And you always do what you’re told, don’t you? Yeah, you look like a good girl.” He said it the same way he’d called you polite when he’d first sat down with you. Like it made you weak. Stupid. You’d never thought so before, but now you wondered if he was right.

“Fuck,” you whispered.

He chuckled humorlessly. “We agree on that,” he said. “This whole thing is fucked.”

At some point, without your notice, the server had returned with Ransom’s card and the receipt. He signed it quickly, then stood up. “Listen, now, at least, we can go back to our parents, tell them we met, chatted, got to know each other. Everything is hunky dory. And then do whatever we want for the next three weeks. Right now, I’m going to try to salvage my night. You go do,” he gestured vaguely at you, “whatever you need to do. I’ll see you at the wedding.”

And then he was gone and you were alone.

You sat in the back seat of the car on the way back to your apartment, running over every moment of your evening. You kept thinking about the way he’d looked at you, talked to you. A baby. You were supposed to have a baby with him. A child that you’d have to raise. By yourself, judging by how invested in all this he seemed to be. Forty, fifty years of him looking at you like that, talking to you like that. And a baby. You leaned forward and asked the driver to take you to your parents’ house instead. 

Once you arrived, you said you needed to speak to your stepfather urgently and were shown to his study. You stood in the middle of the room, too anxious to sit down, and waited. Everyone was making you wait tonight. 

Several minutes later, Joseph finally came in. “We weren’t expecting you tonight,” he said. “How did it go?”

You ignored his question, which you guessed was an answer in itself. “Please don’t make me do this,” you pleaded. 

“Sweetheart,” he sighed, disappointed, and moved over to his bar, pouring himself two fingers of decanted whiskey. “I’m sure it wasn’t that bad.”

“It was. It was awful. He’s– I can’t do this. Please, please don’t make me.” Your voice broke, but you couldn’t be embarrassed about it, not when you were staring down an entire lifetime with him. 

“Everyone gets nervous before their wedding. You’ll be fine. This is important. To all of us.”

“It’s not nerves!” You were close to shouting, suddenly. “You weren’t there. You don’t know. There have to be other families we need things from. It doesn’t have to be this family, does it? It doesn’t have to be right now. Please, please, anything else. I’m begging you, don’t make me marry him, have a child with him.”

He chuckled lightly. “Oh, that’s what this is about. It won’t feel as scary once the baby is here. You’ll make an excellent mother.”

You just stared at him, agape. He wasn’t listening to anything you had to say. “How could you not tell me that was part of the contract? I deserved to know. I wouldn’t have signed!”

His face hardened at that. “You were naive to not expect it. Of course, children are part of this. I admit that the timing is a little fast, but Harlan insisted.”

“Joseph, please listen to me. I can’t. I can’t. Please. If you care about me at all, you won’t make me do this.”

“You’re being ridiculous. It’s done. Everything’s signed. You signed. Now,” he said and took a drink, “it’s getting late. It’s high time you went home. Hopefully, you’ll be able to calm yourself down there.” And then he left the room, ignoring you as your whole world fell apart.

As you left, you passed your mother in the hall. Neither of you said anything.

When you got home, Steve was waiting for you, having already let himself in, holding Lola in one arm. “How did it go?” he asked seriously. You shook your head and finally let the tears fall. He pulled you into his arms, smushing you against your dog, and gently guided you into your home.

Part Two

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please note: prompts have no assigned date. due to an unplanned mini-hiatus, three days feature double prompts.

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flamingo pink | daddy!ari levinson x puppy!reader | prompt: pet play

a diamond's gotta shine | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader | prompt: toys

clear blue water | soft!dark!daddies!steve rogers and ari levinson x little!reader | prompt: watersports

lock them out and throw a feast | soft!dark!curtis everett x front-ender!reader | prompt: food play

help me hold onto you | steve rogers x avenger!reader | prompt: sex pollen

devils roll the dice | hitman!robert pronge x innocent!reader | prompts: sex tape + medfet

did something bad | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader | prompts: interrogation + weapon play

you all over me | soft!dark!daddies!steve rogers and ari levinson x little!reader | prompt: double penetration

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𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒑𝒊𝒆 (ma tarte aux cerises)

valentine's day masterlist - your daddy and his friend

summary - your stepdad steve bakes sweets for you.

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You walk out of your room, heading toward the kitchen, where an extremely sweet smell is wafting from. You are met with the sight of your stepdad Steve taking out a hot cherry pie and setting it next to some brownies with tiny pink hearts decorating them. You rub your eyes with a small pout on your lips, standing there, hugging your teddy close to your chest as you wait for him to notice you and desperately want to be offered a brownie.

Steve looks over and smiles, loving how cute you look standing there. “Hey, my little baby. Did you sleep okay?” You nod, waddling over and wrapping your little arms around his waist, planting your face into his chest as you hug him. Steve’s arms wrap around you tightly, squeezing you against him as he takes in your sweet scent. “That’s good, my sweet girl. Do you want a brownie?” You look up with a giant grin, nodding rapidly. Steve smirks, leaning over to grab a plate and a piece of the brownie. “You were just waiting for me to ask you, weren’t you, baby?” You shyly smile, nodding again as you grab the plate, stuffing your face before Steve can give you a fork.

“This is good, Daddy! Thank you, I can tell it was made with love.” You giggle, looking at him with large eyes as you continue to eat the brownie, cutely scrunching your nose as he leans down to kiss it softly. 

“I made them with the same amount of love I have for you.” He squeezes your hips, staring at you with love in his eyes. “Which is a lot, my little baby.” You pout, tears brimming in your eyes as your cheeks become rosy pink. 

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Forbidden Lust - Kinktober 5

Summary: Your stepmother is the worst. But her fiancè is worth your time.

Rating: Explicit

Kinktober Special: homewrecker kink

Square filled Square 7 for @anyfandomkinkbingo​: Office Sex

Pairing: Stepdad(CEO)!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: cheating, angst, jealousy, awful stepmother, sexual tension, smut, unprotected sex, quickie, kinda stepcest (they are not related by blood), dirty talk, possessive Bucky, homewrecker kink

A/N: Please be aware of the warnings. This kink is not for everyone. Also, there is more plot than expected.

Words: 2,3 k

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“Another one?” you ask the blonde eyeing your colleague up and down. He dips his head as you clear your throat to get his attention. “Do you want another drink? You know, my colleague is not on the menu.”

“Engagement parties, I hate them,” he turns his back on the people at the party to look at you. “So, you’re working here or-“

“What does it look like? I’m not here to get a massage,” rolling your eyes you turn around to get a new bottle of whiskey. “Do you want another drink or not?”

“Why would anyone celebrate their engagement at a bar?” 

“How shall I know?” you shrug. “I’m just trying to do my job and go home when my shift is over. If you want to know why she came here to celebrate her engagement, ask my stepmother.”

“Stepmother?” that picked the man’s interest. “The bride is your mother?”

“Stepmother,” you correct. “I haven’t seen her since my dad’s burial. No, wait. It was right after the lawyer read the will of my father.”

“Why are you working at a bar if your dad was…rich?”

“Well, she got all of his money, the company, and the house. I didn’t want his money or shit, it just hurts that he didn’t think of me at all,” while you wipe the counter, the man frowns deeply. 

“That’s shit.”

“That’s life. She spread her legs for my father for three years and gets everything. I was his daughter all my life and must work three jobs to pay back my student loan. English literature, what a waste of time.”

“Not to me,” he offers. “Uh-name’s Steve. Steve Rogers.”

While the man in front of you holds out his hand, you look around the crowded bar to watch your stepmother get cozy with her newest conquest. Another wealthy man. 

“Y/N be a darling and make some more drinks for my friends,” your hands ball into fists when your stepmother steps toward the bar counter. She batts her eyelashes and purses her lips. “And hurry up. They are not some of your little friends, living on beer and cheap food.”

“Dot,” your stepmother’s fiancé joins her and the blonde at the bar counter. “Do we get more drinks soon or-?” he licks his lips as his eyes land on you. “Steve, I wanted you to get more drinks, not flirt with the bartender.”

You eye the man up and down. He’s wearing a dark blue suit and matching tie. His polished shoes cost more than all of your shoes, and you are fairly sure, he’s wearing even more expensive underwear.

His blue eyes drop to the drink in the blonde’s hand. “I’m thirsty. Bartender, be a doll and give me one of these too.”

He flashes you a smile, making his blue eyes sparkle. You bet he’s the kind of guy always getting his way only by smiling at people. Not tonight.

“Sorry, my shift is over,” you drop the towel onto the counter. “You can wait for my colleague, or, how about you ask my beloved stepmother? She was a waitress before she met my dad and got her greedy hands on his money.”

“She was joking, Jamie. Y/N is just jealous I found love again,” she stammers. “I never was a waitress.”

“Of course, love,” Bucky sighs as he watches you storm toward the back of the bar. “Maybe she just needs time to adjust. We could invite her for dinner.”

“Buck, I’m getting a terrible headache. I’ll find my way out,” the blonde says.

“Steve, wait,” Bucky watches his best friend and best man leave the bar. He knows Steve doesn’t like Dot. “Come on. Don’t be like that.”

“Do you,” Steve turns around to whisper in Bucky’s ear, “know anything about your soon-to-be wife but how she sucks your cock? Did you know that she got all the money, the house, and shit from her latest husband? Did you know that his daughter must work three jobs to get around?”

A week later, the bar you are working at…

“We are closed,” you jerk your head toward the door. “Go to one of those fancy clubs you are used to. We have nothing to offer here.”

“My friend Steve told me you were a good host,” Bucky plops down onto one of the bar stools and flashes you a smile. “Can I have a drink too? Last time you left me hanging.”

You take a moment to drink him in. He’s all casual today, wearing a Henley and jeans. God, he’s gorgeous. That bastard got it all. The looks. The smile. The eyes. 

If only he didn’t want to marry the woman you hate the most. 

“Why are you here?” you sigh. “I got a lot of work to do and got no time for Dot’s nonsense, or yours.”

“You don’t like your stepmother much, but she wants you to come to our wedding,” you sneer at his words. “Please don’t make this any harder for her.”

“I rather let someone stab me with a rusty knife.”

“Why are you like this?”

“Maybe you should ask her,” you turn around to get a glass for Bucky. “She came into our lives. Three years later my father dies in an accident and his lawyer tells me and his brother that he left everything to Dot. Even the company he built with his brother.”

“He loved her.”

You huff.

“Doll don’t be mad at your stepmother for things happening in the past. You should try to move on. Both of you.”

“I tried,” you slam the glass onto the counter. “She forced me to leave my home. I tried to stay away from her, while my uncle still fights her. He tries to get the company back. I gave up a long time ago.”

He looks surprised.

“She is the one not leaving me alone. Whenever she gets the chance to, she rubs salt into my wounds. Like last week. She didn’t have to rent the whole bar to celebrate her engagement party here. It was to show me she got another wealthy guy into her clutches.”

“Dot is not like that,” you roll your eyes. Of course, Bucky cannot see the ugly monster behind her pretty façade. Dot is a master at manipulating and gaslighting people.

“Believe whatever you want. Just keep me out of this shit. Dot got all she ever wanted from me and my family. I got nothing else to offer.”

You pour Bucky a drink. “That’s the first and last drink you will ever get from me. Don’t come back here.”

Another month later, the car dealer you are working at…

“Not again.”

You can’t believe Bucky followed you to your second job. He looks at the cars, scrunching up his nose. “Hello, doll. I’m looking for…a car.”

“I don’t think you want a second-hand Volvo or an old and rusty Chevy. You look more like,” you look him up and down, “Porsche, or Ferrari. These cars are for people who work for their money and need a car to get to work. Not another status symbol.”

“Why do you hate me?”

He looks you deep in the eyes, searching your face.

“I don’t hate you,” you look away. “I just don’t want to watch another man end up losing everything he has to Dot. So please, stay away from me.”

“If only you would give her a chance, she could be a good stepmother.”

You snort. “Dude, she’s like four years elder than me. She never was and never will be a stepmother to me. She’s a bitch in heat looking for another dick to ride. A wealthy dick, of course.”

“Dick, huh?” he smirks.

You put your hands on your hips and glare at him. “If you would excuse me now. I have work to do.”

“I can see that. You are an expert in working yourself up,” how you hate his stupid smirk. “How about I invite you for dinner and we can talk some more.”

“No.”

“No?”

“No!”

“Heaven help, me with this stubborn brat. I can’t believe I’m wasting my time on her,” he can only watch you storm off. Bucky can’t help but wonder how it would feel to spank your ass.

Three weeks later, your last working place. Copy room.

“No…no,” you kick the copier. “It’s the wrong day to mess with me, bitch. I give you one last chance to give me those damn copies before I kick your ass again.”

“I don’t think a copier got an ass,” snickering Bucky leans in the doorframe to watch you fight with the machine. You kick it again. “Doll, the poor machine doesn’t deserve your hatred.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“I thought we can go for dinner,” he steps inside the room and kicks the door shut with his foot. “Doll, I’m talking to you.”

“I got that.”

You don’t turn around, nor do you pay attention to Bucky when he steps closer to have a look at the copier. “How about being a little friendlier?”

“How about you get lost?”

“I get why you don’t get along with Dot,” he puts his hands on your hips and whispers in your ear. “You’re both so stubborn. Maybe I can help you get along better.”

“You can get lost. I don’t want anything to do with Dot, and the catastrophe you call your wedding.”

“I bet I can change your mind,” Bucky presses a soft kiss to your neck. “I’ll be back soon, doll.”

A month later, Barnes and Rogers Inc., your new boss’s office…

“Hi, I’m Y/N Y/L/N. I’m here for the interview,” you gape at the man sitting in a swivel chair. “You’ve got to be shitting me!”

“Welcome to Barnes and Rogers Inc., doll,” Bucky grins as you start to throw insults at him. You had hoped to finally get a full-time job. You’re tired of working three jobs. “Why did you do this? I wanted a new job, not another confrontation with my past.”

“Oh, doll,” he slowly gets up from his chair to stride towards you. “I have a better plan for you. For us.” 

“US?”

He wraps one arm around your waistline, holding you close to his chest. “Us, Y/N. I want you to be a good girl now and do as I say.” Bucky whispers in your ear. “I’ll be your daddy soon. And I’ll make sure to become a very good daddy for you.”

“Get off me,” you weakly wiggle in his iron grip. “You won’t become my dad. I had a great dad.”

“He gave all of his money to Dot,” his hand moves up to your chest to give one tit a good squeeze. “He was an awful father. Let me be your daddy…” 

You make an odd noise. This is it, the moment you have been waiting for. “I don’t think so,” you only need to rile him up a little more and…

“Fucking brat.” 

He drags you toward his desk, cursing under his breath. You let him bend you over his desk. And you don’t fight him when he shoves your skirt up your waist and your panties down your legs.

You smirk.

“What do you want to do about it.”

Bucky presses one hand to the small of your back to hold you down. “I’ll show you how to behave.”

“Show me.”

“You’re not going to walk for a while.”

He kicks your legs apart. Bucky slaps your pussy, fingers running through your slicked folds. You hold your breath and try to hide you are already a dripping mess. “Slut, already so wet for me.”

You bite your tongue. 

“Got nothing to say,” two fingers prop at your entrance, waiting, lingering to cross a line. “Fine, I wanted to go easy on you.”

“Fuck you.”

“No. Fuck you.” 

Belt buckle. Zipper. Pants dropping to the ground. A symphony to your ears.

“I’m gonna fucking ruin this cunt,” Bucky curses behind you. He runs his cock up and down your folds, gathering your slick to cover his dick. “You’re going to be my good girl.”

Biting your lower lip hard enough to draw blood you feel him snap his hips into your ass, filling you in one go. He starts moving in vigor. Rough. Fast. Without mercy.

“Fucking brat.”

Bucky drags you onto his thick length, blunt nails digging into your skin. He watches his cock disappear in your body, smirking as you push back onto him.

“That’s much better. Good girl. Taking my cock so well.”

You struggle to not moan his name. He can never know you made sure he will end up fucking you over his desk. This is all you ever dreamed of and more. 

“Jamie?” Bucky stills his movement, but his cock twitches inside of your cunt. “What? Y/N?” Dot gasps as she just caught Bucky balls deep inside of you. “What are you doing?”

“Uh-what does it look like, mommy?” you lift your head to grin at her. Bucky swallows thickly as you start to clench tightly around him. He drops his eyes to your stuffed cunt as you start moving your hips to fuck yourself on his cock. “I’m fucking daddy…”

“Dot…I…uh,” Bucky tries to find the right words. “I tried to convince her to come to the wedding and realized, I prefer fucking her and not you.”

“I will destroy you, James Buchanan Barnes!” Dot storms out of the office and slams the door shut. “We are done!”

“I got everything I wanted from you, Dot,” he grips your hips to stop you from moving. “Now, will you tell me why you came all over me when Dot caught us?”

“I-I like to fuck with taken men…sometimes…”

“Well, this is over. You are mine now,” Bucky grunts. “When I’m done with you, we will make sure you’ll get all of your money, the house, and the company back…”

“Why would you do such a thing?”

“Your father was a good friend of my family for the longest time and I tried to find out what happend to him. Having my way with you was just a ... bonus...”

 Part 2

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