#which is really just Roxy trying to rip his hand to shreds while he plays boss music and pretends to die

[monty-glasses-roxy]

Hsidjdidj you guys remember Sidekicks AU?? From ages ago??? Where Roxy has a hobby of fixing random shit she finds in the staff tunnels and accidentally revives Helpy, Barney (Foxy's bird) and Flower (Chica's cupcake), as well as unintentionally allowing a wet floor to gain sentience?? So she has all those guys she's got to keep safe and hidden as well as the Minis???

Imagine that... But now Cassie is also part of the squad. Roxy's pack consists of nothing but little guys and a giant enemy spider and that's so fucking funny to me

But also can you imagine the reactions after everyone eventually knows about all the bots, when Cassie joins them too? All of them just staring at her and her little guys like "Really? Another one?? How do you keep doing this???" and honestly? She's got no idea.

[snarkwrites]

wild winter | choke me; steve rogers ; suggestive

PROMPTS USED:

Types of Sexual Contact:

– breath play ( ie, choking)

– restraint ( if you squint, for like a whopping 3 seconds)

– power struggle ( Roxy, normally a submissive takes over )

– lapdance

– heavy makeout implied

Location:

– Undercover, on a mission, at a strip club Roxy formerly worked at.

WARNINGS: So no smut here, but.. Lapdances and lots of groping, + Steve realizing that his girlfriend miiight be more kinky than sweet and innocent. Choking and restraint briefly, if you squint. It’s implied that there was an argument prior to this, so… Makeup sex implied. Maybe one day I’ll write it out but today is not that day, clearly. Enjoy!

PAIRING: Captain America & OFC, Roxy

Steve was sitting on the literal edge of his seat, his eyes glued to Roxy in the flimsy little costume she was wearing to appear as if she were one of the ‘girls’ who worked the club. Bucky gave him a nudge and leaned in, whispered quietly, “Doesn’t feel so great, huh?” with a bit of a smirk. Steve grumbled and shook his head firmly.

He hated watching the men put their hands on her. He hated the thought of her having to go up on stage. He hated the dress she’d chosen. All he wanted to do was shove through the crowd and grab her, drag her off to the first dark corner of the club he could find and remind her who her man was because the flirt mode was out in full force tonight and it was… Driving him insane.

The fact that she just sort of went against him and offered herself up as bait for this because she already had an in at the place as a former dancer, well… That had them arguing the entire way to their destination. And she’d gone into the back without even a word.

He wasn’t used to this whole silent treatment thing, but having had time to calm down… Steve Rogers realized two things.

One, he’d been stubborn and wrong in some of the things he’d said, some of the reasons he’d given as not wanting her to offer herself as bait. He realized where she might have thought he was implying she was weaker or something somehow, when that clearly wasn’t the case. Two, a jealous side that he never even previously knew existed was displaying itself full force right now.

If he got any more tense, he’d probably manage to separate the battered wooden edging that ran the length of the bar away from it. He bit his lip as he watched her moving through the crowd, conversing as if she were old friends with every damn guy in the room. He was watching her so intently that he saw the exact moment she managed to pinch both keycard and flash drive off of the target.

But when she didn’t make her way back over right away, Steve stood. Bucky reached out and groaned inwardly when he saw that look in his friend’s eyes. “Goddamn it, Steve.”

“What the hell is she doing?” Steve muttered as he managed to start shoving through the crowd. He caught up to Roxy in a darkened hallway, the bass heavy music seeming to make the walls pulse beneath his hand as it rested against. His other hand went to her lower back and he hissed against her ear, “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to the back. To change.” Roxy’s eyes fluttered open and shut as she felt his chest press firmer into her back and he muttered calmly “That wasn’t part of the plan”.

She swallowed hard and was preparing to turn herself around to explain herself better, but then all hell broke loose around them. Sheer quick thinking had Steve grabbing hold of her arm and putting it behind her back and putting the other hand at her throat because he felt like if anything, given his current disguise, he could make it seem as if he were one of the higher ups within the organization taking Roxy out somewhere more private. Roxy gasped out quietly, “I suppose this is a bad time to mention that being choked and restrained in any way? A serious turn on.” which had Steve swallowing hard and biting back a growl as he felt himself getting even harder than he had been watching her flit about barely dressed and up on stage dancing, grinding against a pole. He felt her ass brazenly rub right against the bulge strained against his jeans and he nipped at the side of her neck in warning. “We need to get out of here.”

When it turned out to be an overly drunk club goer trying to solicit a dancer, they both let out a relieved deep breath. Roxy pouted as he let go of her arm and lowered his hand from her throat and she turned to stare up at him, her fingers toying with the upturned collar of his leather jacket as she tried to give her heart a few seconds to climb down out of her throat. She forgot how scary this club was, how volatile everyone seemed to be.

“I was trying to slip out discreetly.. After I changed. Because god forbid you go all pouty all over again.” Roxy tilted her head slightly, gazing up at him a few seconds. “I was going to show you I could handle things on my own.”

“I didn’t mean it like that.” Steve swore to himself and sighed, antsy. “Can we maybe just go now? Get back to the compound?”

“Not yet.”

“Why not, woman?”

Roxy grabbed his hand and pulled him towards a black door at the end of the hall, locking it behind her. Steve swallowed hard, staring down at her intently as she walked a circle around him, openly fucking him with her eyes while doing so. “Doll?”

“Sit down, Captain Rogers.”

All Steve could do was groan quietly and sink down into the black velvet sitting chair he stood in front of. And as soon as he’d done that, Roxy was on her hands and knees, moving towards the chair slowly, licking her lips as she stared up at him.

She parted his legs, her hands roaming slowly up the insides of his thighs and Steve coughed, shifting in his seat, his eyes glued to her. He went to lean down and reach for her but she lowered his hands, giving a soft giggle as she shook her head no firmly. She made her way up, leaning against him heavily to whisper against his ear, “Oh no.. Did I tell you to touch?”

“But..”

“That’s not how it works in here… Captain.” Roxy was grinding against his lap and Steve gulped, biting his lip as he stared up at her. When he tried again, she reached out, grabbing hold of the collars of his jacket.

“For someone who’s all about the proper procedure, you’re not a good listener at all.”

“Maybe if you’d explain what the proper procedure is…” Steve’s head fell back as she started to lightly grind right against the bulge in his jeans. When she sank out of his lap and started to writhe around on the floor in front of him before raising slightly, popping the button on his waistband. Steve bucked upwards and groaned, his fingertips digging into the arms on the chair, his eyes fluttering open and shut. “Roxy?”

“Shh. Just relax, Captain. Relax and let me call the shots.”

She was raising up a little more, turning away from him and rubbing her ass right against him and by now, Steve was literally throbbing. He caught himself just shy of trying to grab her hips and control the speed just to get more friction going, digging his fingertips into the arm of the chair even deeper instead. His body was teetering a precarious balance between completely tensed up and almost giving up that in favor of total relaxation.

He’d literally never have guessed she had this side to her. Until now, the dirtiest thing they’d ever done was their frequent sexting whenever one or the other was away on a mission. He bucked himself against her and she turned to face him, shaking her head, biting her lip. Roxy’s breathing hitched as she felt the friction each time she rubbed her barely covered cunt right against the front of his jeans, but that friction wasn’t enough.

Natasha had been right earlier… If she wanted to invoke any hidden dirty side Steve Rogers had, she was going to have to take matters in her own hand. And after the way he’d tried to take over earlier, trying to go over her head and stop her from doing what she had tonight, she definitely wanted to show him she could handle herself in literally any situation… And yeah, maybe a small part of her just wanted to really push and see if she could make his own iron clad self control shatter.

Steve barely restrained the growl that came when she worked her way up his body all over again from the floor, her tits right at eye level. He tensed up even more, trying to remind himself that she was in control here.

He wasn’t crazy about giving up the reigns, but.. This was hot.

She lowered herself onto his lap again, rocking her hips back and forth and she whispered against his ear, “What do you wanna do more than anything right now, Captain?”

“Get you outta here.” Steve answered quietly, a sharp hiss accentuating his words as he bucked himself against her while trying to shift the way he sat. His cock was throbbing. When he finally got her out of here and back to their hotel room, all bets were off.

“And?” Roxy continued, baring her cunt down on his lap just a little harder and a lot slower. He could feel her starting to soak through the thin fabric of the hot pink hot pants she was wearing and he swallowed hard, his head falling back against the headrest again as he managed to choke out, “And rip that outfit off you.”

“Oh…” Roxy pressed herself against him completely, starting her mouth at his throat, carefully leaving little bites and suck marks and nips against his exposed skin. Steve’s breath caught in his throat and he cleared it. “Yeah.. and then I wanna bend you over the bed. See, Roxy, you’re bein a real bad girl right now, doll. And bad girls deserve one thing.”

Roxy gave a teasing giggle against his mouth. “You gonna spank me, Captain? Maybe I like that too.. Definitely like it when you put that big hand against my throat and squeeze a little like you just did out there….” and that final time of her, calling him captain.. That snapped whatever shred of self control that Steve Rogers had left. He stood, Roxy’s legs circling his waist. Stepping into the hall revealed that they were a few short steps to a doorway. If he had to bet, that doorway led to the alley.. Where his motorcycle was parked.

He hurried out the doors, muttering the code word to exit to the rest of their team. And after stopping to hold Roxy against a wall and bite down on her neck, sure to leave a very visible mark behind when he finished sucking at the area and biting it, he was putting her onto the back of his motorcycle and heading towards the hotel as fast as he could manage to drive….

[dontshootmespence]

Becoming Real: If You Believe

In this installment of Becoming Real, Diana, Luke and Spencer celebrate Christmas. Diana is about 8/8.5 years old. @coveofmemories @the-slytherin-ice-queen @cosmicjennifer

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“Do you think we have enough?” Luke asked again. “Are you sure we have enough?”

Spencer laughed, thinking about the mound of presents outside that they’d just got finished wrapping. Everything had been wrapped, stamped from Santa and left under the tree. “I think we have plenty, babe,” he laughed. “It took us over two and a half hours to wrap it all.”

“But that could be because we suck at wrapping,” he said seriously. They did suck at wrapping, but that was beside the point. He was really worried they didn’t have enough for their daughter. “I don’t want her to stop believing in Santa just yet.”

“I know,” Spencer replied. “I don’t either. But the amount of presents we got her doesn’t mean anything in that regard. Let’s go over the list again. What did we get her?” It was Christmas Eve. They couldn’t get anything else anyway, but if counting them again got Luke to chill a bit, he’d do it. 

As they went over the list yet again, Luke started to realize they had plenty - more than plenty. And almost all of them were from the list she’d written to Santa. A Rubik’s cube. A Star Wars lego set. A Captain American shield backpack. New outfits for Thumper, who she’d had for nearly four years. The entire series of Harry Potter books, for herself, because now that they’d finished them together, she wanted to read them again by herself. A bunch of little puzzles like the Rubik’s cube, all packaged separately. Another couple of smaller lego sets to go with the big Star Wars one. “And the trip to New York,” Spencer said. “That’s from ‘us.’ Plus, whatever her aunts and uncles get her. Our daughter has wanted for nothing since the day she came home. We’re good.”

“You sure?” he laughed. “The trip is kind of for us too.”

“Yes, babe. Go to sleep,” Spencer replied. “And Merry Christmas Eve.”

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“Wake up!” Diana screamed, banging on the door to her Daddies’ bedroom. “It’s Christmas! As she peeked inside, Spencer playfully pulled the blanket over his head and she ran in and jumped on the both. “Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!”

After pulling Diana under the blankets and smothering her with Christmas kisses, the three of them went outside and Diana sat patiently at the pile of presents, while Luke got the camera and Spencer started to cook pancakes. “Alright, camera is on,” Luke said, making sure Diana was perfectly in frame. “Go ahead and pick your first one.” 

Looking around, Diana pawed at each of the gifts, trying to figure out what they were and which one was best to open first. Roxy thought that looked like fun, so she started pawing at the presents too. “Don’t worry, Roxy,” Spencer said from the kitchen. “We didn’t forget you.” He reached across the counter and grabbed a rawhide bone with a bow on top. Roxy was now good to go. 

Finally, Diana decided on one of the smaller gifts. “It’s a star puzzle!” she said happily, already trying to open it. Spencer convinced her to wait to play with it; his aunt Emily could tell her all about the story behind the star puzzle. Apparently, it was supposed to be cute.

“You have so many other gifts to open from Santa,” Luke said. “What do you want next?”

She picked another one, reaching over and pulling it into her lap before hesitating. “You know, Dad. I know Santa isn’t real.”

Both Luke and Spencer snapped their heads in the direction of their daughter. Who did they have to kill for ruining that for her? “Who told you that?” Spencer asked.

“No one,” she replied. “But if you think about how many kids get presents on Christmas morning, it’s physically impossible for him to get to everyone’s house in the allotted amount of time. Plus,” she said, holding the present she had in front of Luke’s eyes, “This looks like Daddy’s handwriting.” Spencer did have pretty unique handwriting, despite trying to change it for his Santa signature.

They stared at her in awe. Apparently, she had put it together a year earlier, but said she played along with it because it was fun. “It’s fun kid stuff. Plus, Christmas is still magical.”

“Why’s that?” Luke asked. “Knowing Santa isn’t real doesn’t ruin it for you?”

“No,” she said happily, gently ripping open the paper to reveal her Rubik’s cube. “Because that means that all these presents are from you and Daddy and you got them for me because you love me. That’s pretty magical to me.” As she put the Rubik’s cube on the ground, Luke smiled. For two men who had no idea how to raise a baby, he figured they’d done pretty well. “Thanks for all the presents!” She gave Luke a hug and then ran into the kitchen to do the same for Spencer; he teared up at what an amazing little girl she was.

Once Spencer finished making breakfast, the three of them sat near the Christmas tree opening presents and eating while classic Christmas music from when Spencer and Luke were children played in the background. Gift after gift was opened with care and joy until she was toward the end of the pile. She still had yet to open the Star Wars Lego set and the gift from ‘them’ and not ‘Santa.’

“I wanted to save the biggest one for last,” she said, picking up the Lego set. Ever so slightly, she peeled back the paper, until she saw the font - then she decided to rip the paper to shreds. “It’s Star Wars! Yay!” She piled up her toys neatly, until she saw the small envelope under the tree. “Who’s that for?”

“That’s for you, too,” Luke said, reaching toward the tree and handing her the envelope. Inside were confirmation numbers for a trip to New York. They would go for an extended weekend, and during that time, they’d go see a Broadway show. 

At first, she wasn’t quite sure what it was, flipping through the confirmation numbers before setting her eyes on those two words - New York. “We’re going to New York?!” she squealed, jumping up and down when her Daddies nodded their heads in unison. “Do we get to see a Broadway show?” She’d heard a few soundtracks for the current string of Broadway shows, but she’d never been before, and the two fathers hadn’t seen a Broadway play in years.

“Yes, we do,” Spencer said. “Guess which one?” A small smile crept across his face. It was the one she’d wanted to see since the second she heard the soundtrack. It was on Broadway more than a decade earlier, but hadn’t returned until now. They actually bought the tickets to the play last Christmas.

Diana guess a few, probably because she never imagined they’d be able to get tickets to the one she wanted. “No!” she screamed, her eyes going wide. Then she whispered, as if saying it aloud might make it to real, so she could get disappointed. “Did you get tickets to Hamilton?”

The resulting screech nearly deafened both men, but it still would’ve been worth it. Christmas after Christmas, they were sure that the current one couldn’t be better than the last. Last year, they’d gotten her her first bike - and she’d used it nearly every day since. But this year definitely had it beat. And it wasn’t even 10 o’clock in the morning yet.