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[jackrogersfrost]

Just Relax

Pairing: Chris Evans x Black!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY. Explicit sexual content, explicit language, smut, pregnant reader, pregnancy sex, fingering, bathtub sex, oral (f rec)

Notes: This was the second Evans fic I wrote when I was still fresh in my obsession for this man. This was one most noted Chris fics once upon a time and I'm still proud of it.

After spending a whole afternoon at your mothers house for lunch, you were more than ready to get back home, put your feet up and relax. You had sent Chris a text some time before letting him know you were on your way and to keep your side of the bed warm for you while also throwing in a request for a foot massage. 

'I'll do you one better' was his reply. He didn't elaborate and you didn't bother to ask. Ever since you had gotten pregnant, he was being more extra than he already was; Every gesture was more grand and sweet compared to the last. You weren't complaining but you also wished he would let up just a little. You were only in your fourth month but he sometimes acted like you were in your seventh or eighth month. 

You walked through the door to hear Musiq Soulchild playing on the living room stereo. The lights were out but candles cast a soft glow over the room. A smile spread across your face as you shook your head. What did he have planned now? Dropping your purse on the coffee table, you leaned over to give Dodger a scratch on his head as he laid quietly in his bed. He gave your hand a sniff and a lick before resting his head on his favorite toy. 

"Babe?" you called out. 

"Back here!" Chris responded from your bedroom. 

You kicked off your shoes and shed your jacket before walking back to the room. Even more candles were lit along with incense making the room smell like a mix of fresh linen and lavender. A dim light came from the master bathroom and you went towards it to find Chris shirtless as he sat on the edge of the large whirlpool tub. He was pouring in some of your bath salts before adding some bubble bath. You leaned against the door frame and crossed your arms. 

"And what's this?" you asked with a smile. 

Chris turned and gave you that wide, toothy, panty dropping smile of his that never failed to make your stomach flip in the best way. He stood up, his six foot frame towering over your shorter 5'5, and was standing in front of you in a few strides in all his shirtless glory. He had finished filming his latest movie and slimmed down some. His muscle was still there but wasn't as toned and defined as it usually was during work. He still looked every bit as delectable to you though especially with his rugged beard covering his face. Pulling you close to him, his hands wrapped around your waist, he kissed your forehead. 

"Just wanted to do something nice to help you relax." 

"You know a foot rub would have sufficed right?" 

"Let me be nice, dammit," he complained in a mocking tone. 

You laughed. "Okay, my bad. I appreciate this, you know I do." Your fingers traced the tattoo on his chest. 

"I just want you to feel good. When you feel good, so does she," he said as he placed his hand over your belly. 

You finally had a pudge growing after hardly showing the first couple months. Chris couldn't get enough of you before you were pregnant but now, he had his hands on you whenever you were near him. Along with the belly came the weight you dreaded gaining but Chris loved it especially since it seemed to all be going to your breasts, ass and hips. 

"I think your voice is enough to keep her calm. All of this is just a bonus for me." 

Chris grinned. "Whatever the case may be," he started as he lifted your over sized shirt over your head, "you're both usually relaxed after some good pampering so hop in." 

He helped you remove your leggings and your underwear before guiding you into the tub. The water was just hot enough to where it didn't burn you but was also soothing on your aching feet. You let out a comfortable groan as you slowly sank into the water, your eyes closing as you leaned back. The smell of eucalyptus filled your nose and you automatically felt at peace. 

"Scoot." You heard Chris speak above you. 

Opening your eyes, you perked up at the sight of him fully naked as he stood in front of the tub. You didn't miss the fact that his dick was already half hard. Moving forward, he slipped into the tub behind you before pulling you back against his chest. You both sighed as he began to lazily stroke your skin. Musiq Soulchild was still playing from the living room, his soulful voice singing about how it was him and his lover against the world. Chris started rubbing your back and shoulders as you hummed to yourself, his rough hands working the tension and pain from your body. As you got more relaxed, his hands slid lower until they massaged your breasts. You smiled to yourself. He wasn't slick. 

"Is this supposed to help me relax too?" you asked. Your eyes remained closed.

Chris nudged your head so he could plant a kiss on your temple before his lips brushed your ear. "Is it working?" His voice was so deep it sent a tingle down your spine. 

"A little." 

"Only a little?" he asked, his fingers grazing your nipples. "I must not be doing a very thorough job then." 

Chris pinched your nipples as he began to tweak and twist them. Along with the all the hormonal changes that made your sex drive go into a borderline frenzy, it also made your already sensitive areas ten times more sensitive which you both enjoyed. While you were already getting crazy horny from your breasts being manipulated, Chris wound his legs over yours to make them spread open. Freeing one hand, he put it down in the water stopping at your lips. He traced his fingertips around them before letting his middle finger tease your clit. 

"This isn't fair," you breathed. 

"What's not fair?" I'm just trying to help you relax, baby." 

You opened your mouth to say something smart when Chris stopped you by pushing his finger in your pussy. Your breath hitched and you shot up. 

"Shit," you hissed. 

Chris pulled you back against him, his soapy hand gliding over your chest. "Shhh. Be a good girl for me." 

You whined as your hips moved to the rhythm of his hand as he added another finger to stretch you open. Every time you tried to move and get him to slow down the orgasm that was quickly approaching, he pinned your legs harder and fucked you faster. 

"Chris, baby, I'm gonna come," you warned. 

He already knew that of course. He could feel you squeezing his fingers tighter and tighter. "Go on and come for me, sweetheart," Chris cooed in your ear. 

You gasped and shuddered as he made you ride out your orgasm that hit way too fast. You barely recovered before he untangled his legs from yours. 

"Turn around and get in my lap." 

You didn't hesitate as you complied. Turning around, Chris pulled you onto him. He was clearly impatient. He always was after watching you come. He had to fuck you immediately. You were seated on his dick before you knew it and he was holding you down while he urged your hips to move. He was so thick it almost hurt the way he filled you up but it felt amazing at the same time. He once joked that he was a grower, not a shower the first time you both slept together. You never expected him to be the size he was. Even more surprising was how talented he was at working that monster. He always had you seeing stars. on the verge of blackouts. He hit spots that shouldn't have existed and you swore one day his dick would make you go crazy. 

As you rode him, Chris leaned back against the tub moaning. Sweat was building on his forehead making his long hair cling to it. You were already on the verge of another orgasm and it made you ride him harder. Water sloshed over the tub onto the floor. You bit your lip to keep yourself from getting too loud but it was hard not to. 

"You gonna come again?" 

"Yes, baby. Fuck you feel so good," you groaned. 

Suddenly Chris was pushing himself up all while keep you on his dick. He was on his knees and braced one hand on the tub while the other held you to his body. H e fucked you like an animal, grunting and swearing, trying as hard as he could to make you come and you felt tears burn your eyes it was so good. He was pushing deep, hitting all your spots at once. If you weren't already pregnant, this surely would've gotten you pregnant. 

"Your pussy feels so fucking good, baby," Chris said, his voice straining and breathless. "Come on. Come for Daddy." 

He didn't even have to say the words for your body to give in. You were moaning so loud your voice nearly gave out. Chris slowed his thrusts down until all the waves of your orgasm passed. 

"Oh my God," you sighed. "Where did that come from?"

Chris chuckled and kissed you before slowly removing himself and sitting you down in the water. "I don't know. You just felt so good I had to hit it from a deeper angle."

"You're doing that again after I have this this baby." 

After staying in the tub a while longer, Chris finally got out. He dried himself off first before grabbing another towel for you. He offered you his hand. 

"Come on. Lets get you in bed." 

You took his hand and he helped up. Wrapping the towel around you, he picked you up and carried you out the bathroom to the bedroom. He set you down on the bed and dried you off before carelessly tossing the towel aside. He took your face in his hands and kissed you deeply, his tongue tasting yours. It was enough to make you wet all over again. 

"Lay back," Chris said.

You did and he got his knees before the bed, pushed your thighs back and gave a long, slow lick between the folds of your pussy. This man knew how to work his tongue as well as his dick. There were so many things he shouldn't be allowed to do. He took the tip of his tongue and licked your clit before sucking on it like a piece of candy. It was almost a force of habit to push him away because of how good it felt and when you did it then, he gave you a stern look from between your legs. 

"Hold those pretty thighs back before I get the straps." Even in that dominantly threatening tone, his voice still made your pussy quiver. 

You pulled your legs up and kept them in place while Chris went back to eating you out, his tongue working every angle. He could be clean when he wanted to but tonight, he was making a mess while he licked and slurped at your core doing all he could to make you squirm. 

"Chris," you whimpered. 

"Keep saying my name." 

"Chris." You chanted his name, each utterance more loud than the last. 

In no time, he had you coming so hard you were shaking and even then he refused to stop until you physically had to pull him away from you. Your juices made his lips and his beard glisten as he rose up giving you a cocky smile. You laid limp and exhausted on the bed unable to move. Chris gathered you in his arms and carried you up to the pillows before tucking both of you in under the covers. 

"You okay?" he asked.

"Mmm," was your only coherent reply. 

"Relaxed?" 

"Mmmm."

"Is that a yes?" he asked in an amused tone. 

"Mmm." 

"Thank God for pregnant pussy," he laughed. 

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richas' TWENTY FOUR CANVASES painting holy shit

[jackrogersfrost]

The Secret Queen Of My Heart

Masterlist

Pairing: King Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Royal AU; Each chapter has own warnings, please read them carefully! Smut will be marked*, do not read if you’re under 18!

Summary: As the King of a powerful and large country, Steve is forced to make decisions to protect and secure the future of his kingdom.

AU Guide: My new AU Guide takes you on King Steve’s journey and introduces you to his world. Learn more about the kingdoms, characters and locations here.

Status: In progress

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[jackrogersfrost]

since when? (a. bridgerton x reader)

You grew up with the Bridgertons and for the longest time, Anthony thought of you as a friend…since when did he look at you differently? (friends to lovers, slow burn, the Bridgertons being the best wing men, you look at him but he’s already looking at you….)  helpful links: navigation | master lists | rules and guidelines | tag list | fic recs

It was no secret among the Ton that your family was a dear friend to the Bridgertons. Your mother and Violet Bridgerton have been friends since they were children. They shared paper crowns, secrets, joys, and sorrows. They got married in the same year and soon enough, your mother was helping Violet as she birthed Anthony and then Benedict. Soon, it was Violet who helped your mother as she birthed her only child, you.

The Bridgerton household has always been big and it provided your parents some comfort to know that you won’t have to grow up alone. You’d always be surrounded by the Bridgertons and you were. Many a time, the older brothers would sneak into your gardens to tease you while you played with your dolls, a picnic blanket laid on the grass as you waited for Violet to bring Daphne.

“You know, there are other games than dolls,” Colin would tease, his nose scrunching. “Anthony loves to play pall mall. Maybe you’d beat him,”

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Can you plz do a stepbrother Steve Rogers x reader 😍

hey honey, I went for the more cutesy, innocent fic instead of smut. I hope you like it.

summary - you are in love with your stepbrother and vice versa.

the gif I use isn't mine, dividers by @newlips and @firefly-graphics

You stared in awe as you watched your stepbrother play video games, wondering how he could do it. It all seemed so complicated. You watched with wide eyes as his little character ran around. Steve chuckled as he caught your stunned expression in the reflection of his computer. He pauses his game and turns slightly in his chair. “Come here. I’ll teach you how to play.” You blink, pouting a bit. “C’mon.” Steve beckons you over, patting his lap, and you happily jump on, snuggling into him.

“Not gonna ruin your progress, am I?” Steve shakes his head, feeling his heart warm at your big eyes staring up at him, plumped lips pouting. Your heart is in your throat as Steve’s scent fills your senses. You were two idiots in love but too afraid to do anything because of the family. Steve wraps his burly arms around you and guides you. “Oh, oh! Which one am I?!” You scroll through the selection of characters, landing on a cute little bunny hybrid.

“You can be whichever, bunny.” He chuckles at the coincidence of your nickname and the character you seem to have become fascinated with. “Why don’t you select her, and then I can teach you how to play?” You nod, following his instructions and begin to play. Your squeals fill the room as you start to enjoy the game, feeling warm and comfortable in Steve’s arms. “You’re doing so good, bunny. You’re a natural.” Your cheeks heat up at his words, grinning widely as his praise reaches your ears. 

You begin to grow tired, deciding to let Steve take over as you snuggle further into him, tucking your face into his neck and letting out happy sighs. 

You wake tucked into Steve’s side, lying on his bed. He looks down at you once he notices you are awake. “Afternoon, bunny. You fell asleep, so I decided to switch and put a movie on.” You blink, still trying to process what he was saying. Your mind feels foggy, so you shrug and snuggle closer, and your eyes move to the screen. 

“You put on Aladdin?” You look up at him with wide eyes, realising that he’s listened to you when you’ve gone on and on about this being your favourite movie. You lean forward and place a soft, innocent kiss on his cheek, feeling your cheeks heat at the bold move. Not knowing that his heart is nearly beating out of his chest, wishing he could just pull you into a kiss, claim you as his. Show you off to the world without fearing losing you to someone else. 

Steve squeezes you, placing a kiss on the top of your head. “Of course I did, bunny.” He strokes your cheek, cupping it as he stares into your eyes. Steve gives you a soft smile, and his blue eyes flicker from yours to your lips before he clears his throat and turns his attention back to the movie. You try not to take it personally as you lay your head back onto his broad chest, sleepily watching the screen, happy to see your favourite princess. 

Maybe one day, you two can express your love for each other and freely be with one another. But today wasn’t the day.

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[jackrogersfrost]

3 Billion Divorce-Lloyd Hansen Series

Chapters :

3 Billion Divorce

My Dear Wife

How To Deal With Satanic Relatives

The Audacity Of This B-

Good Guy, Bad Guy [New Update 5/10/2023]

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Jiggly

Summary: You find yourself feeling a little self-conscious after it becomes clear you've gained a little weight.

Warnings: Insecure Reader, Ari Being A Menace, Discussions of Body Image, Mentions of Disordered Eating, Smut (Heavily Implied), Oral Sex (Fem Rec Implied), Light Spanking, Cursing, Clothed Male Nude Female (CMNF), Talk of Potentially Abusive Exes, Brief Discussion of Murder, Pet Names, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Dedicated to @curls-and-eyeliner and @dc41896. This story will more than likely take place in my upcoming Sweet Renegades Series. Not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated. Thanks for reading!

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“Lemme see.” 

“Seriously, Ari?” You mumble, throwing your arms over your face. “Ari–no!” Your man’s eagerness has you almost immediately second guessing yourself as you hastily go back to protecting your middle. 

“Why not?” Your man purrs, nuzzling the fabric of your threadbare flannel shirt with the tip of his nose. It was your favorite thing to wear when you felt like this. Not because it was exceptionally cute, but because it was comfortable.

Nevermind the fact that it had once belonged to Ari. And that you usually only wore it when he was away on a job and you were missing him.   

“I just wanna see what all this fuss is about, Bird.”

“I already told you.” The words are spoken in a huff. After a brief debate, you decide to take advantage of the element of surprise and flip your positions so that you’re straddling him. “I’m feeling a little jiggly.”  

“Right, you’re…jiggly.” A small snort slips from his mouth before he can compose himself. “I heard what you said the first three times you said it. Didn’t make a lick of sense then and it doesn’t make any now.” 

Annoying bastard. Not everyone could walk around all day sporting washboard abs. Especially not a girl like you whose passion for baking was almost as big as her passion for books.

“Oh, shut up.” You grunt, rolling your eyes as you go to pin his hands above his head. 

“I’m just pointing out that my ears are working fine.” He picks that moment to buck his hips, almost knocking you off your perch. Somehow you manage to steady yourself, but it’s absolutely easier said than done.

“Hold still, Levinson!”

“Looks to me like you’re the one doing all the moving.” Ari’s hearty chuckle has you redoubling your efforts to hold him hostage. “Although, I can’t say I’m complaining.” He purrs, his lidded gaze straying to your now-heaving chest. “But I really think our next move should be gettin’ you outta that shirt.”

Fat chance of that one, pal. The last thing you wanted was to be naked in front of him right now. Sunlight wasn't known for being slimming.

“Nope.” 

“I vote yes.” Ari twists his big body, jerking against your hold. “And while you’re at it you can lose the shorts too, along with the panties.” 

“But I’m not wearing any.” The words tumble out faster than you can stop them. It’s enough to have you mentally slapping yourself in the face.

“Even better.” The feral gleam in his eyes sends sparks shooting straight to your core. “I’m a simple man, baby. And giving me easy access to that sweet pussy is the quickest way to my heart.” 

You roll your eyes so hard it’s a surprise that you don’t lose them. As it was, your flimsy shorts were already riding up your ass in a way that was kind of uncomfortable. Mostly because your man wouldn’t stay still.

“Bird, what have I told you about rolling your eyes at me?” The soft, silky timbre of his voice has alarm bells sounding in your head.

“Um…” Now, that one has you at a loss. And not because you didn’t know the answer to his question.

In the past, Ari had explicitly warned you not to do it. Not unless you wanted him to give you a few reasons to keep ‘em rolling. Specifically in the form of his thick, hard cock. Because while your man was usually more than willing to put up with quite a bit of sass from you...

There was just something about rolling your eyes that pissed him off. In fact, the last time you’d done it you’d found yourself bent over the couch with a sore ass and him balls deep inside you.

Granted you’d also been in the middle of a fight, but that was neither here nor there. 

“Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?” 

“Bite me.” You snap, your mouth once again moving faster than your brain. Fuck, you needed to get a handle on that.  

Ari has you on your back in a flash. He looms over you, careful not to give you his full weight. It went without saying that you were well on your way to getting yourself in trouble with your man.

Him and stupid rules about maintaining proper eye eye contact and refusing to tolerate your brand of self-deprecating talk. He always maintained that if he ever found himself wanting one of those rail-thin Hollywood types over you, he’d go see about getting his head checked out. 

To him you were gorgeous. Not because of or in spite of your curves. But because you were you. 

“Where’s all this sass coming from?” Ari asks, shaking his head as his nimble fingers begin the work of unfastening your flannel. “It can’t all be because you’re feeling squishy.”

“Jiggly.” You correct him gently, your heart speeding up as he slowly unfastens one button, and then another. 

“My mistake, Duchess.” And there was his other nickname for you; the one you’d earned yourself during your very first meeting. “I just don’t like seeing my girl upset – especially not when she’s been walking around my place all day looking good enough to eat.”

Soon you’re down another button, but you hardly notice this time. You’re too busy getting lost in his sparkling blue eyes.

Only a few more to go. Frankly, the only reason Ari hadn’t ripped the damn thing was because he knew just attached you were to it. And he didn’t want to risk upsetting you further.    

“I’m sorry.” You try, catching your bottom lip between your teeth. While your boyfriend doesn’t say anything, the apology does manage to earn you a kiss. Even though it’s nothing more than a faint brush of his mouth over yours. 

“Swear to God, baby.” Ari hums as he resumes the delicate task of divesting you of your clothes. “If I ever meet the man responsible for planting all those ugly thoughts in the beautiful mind of yours…” Once all the buttons are finally undone, he parts the edges of the worn fabric, exposing your bare breasts.

“Ari…”

“I’ll fucking kill him.” His dark gaze locks with yours, making it clear that he’s not joking.   

“Beast…” A shiver courses through you, the cool air making your nipples pebble. “This has nothing to do with him. My clothes have been feeling a little snug lately, but then I stepped on the scale this morning and it confirmed everything. I’ve probably just been eating too much.”

“Bullshit. I’ve seen how much you eat.” The tick in his bearded jaw has you glad your ex no longer lived in the same county as you. “Some days it’s still nowhere near enough. Might as well be a bunch of birdseed. And since when do I even own a fucking scale?” 

Since you’d relocated it from your house to his. But your man doesn’t even give you time to respond. He’s already decided on its new home.

“It’s going in the trash, Bird.” Ari growls, his tone dripping with authority. 

“But I need –”

“What you need to do is not worry about counting every single calorie in every tiny bite of food you put in your mouth all the damn time.” His big hands go to frame your face as he forces himself to take a calming breath. “Because I remember what it was like back then, when you were too nervous to even eat in front of me.” 

Shit. You did too. You’d been so worried that he’d make some remark about how much food you were putting in your mouth or on your plate that you’d done your damndest to avoid eating in front of him altogether.  

“And I will not let us go back to that place, baby. I just won’t.” Ari’s head dips once more – this time his tongue sweeping past your lips to tenderly dance with your own as he pours every ounce of love he can into the kiss. He groans when he finally feels you relax beneath him, almost as if he’s savoring your submission. “You have my fucking word.” He murmurs once he finally lets you up for air.   

“I think that maybe I just need to eat more salads.” You tell him as your toes begin to curl. At the same time, a delicious warmth pools in your belly as your man begin’s trailing soft, open-mouthed kisses down your body. Your fingers sink into his chestnut tresses, lightly ruffling the strands.   

“Eat whatever the fuck you want.” Comes his swift rebuttal, his sharp teeth grazing over your pouting nipple.

“Bu–but…then my clothes might not fit.” A hiss of breath escapes as his kisses continue to move further south. “Like, at all.”

“Then we’ll just have to buy you some more goddamned clothes then, won’t we?” Ari snarls before pausing his hedonistic assault to glare up at you. When you don’t respond immediately, one of his hands finds your chin – gripping it with just enough force to let you know he means business. 

Your man was also the type who liked to hear an answer when he asked a question. And that wasn’t something that only applied to you. It was true for everyone. He didn’t talk just to hear himself speak.

“Yes, Sir.” To be fair, it was hard to argue with your boyfriend’s logic. And if he wanted to spend his hard-earned money he’d made off of chasing bad guys, then perhaps you’d ought to let him. 

The last thing you needed was him off pouting in the corner somewhere. He was a sizable enough menace already. He didn’t need the extra help.

“Thank you.” He grumbles, shifting his attention to what’s left of your clothes. Namely, your shorts. The ones Ari wasn’t too keen on you wearing out of the house on account of the fact that they barely covered your ass. Shaking his head, he eases the thin material down your thighs before tossing them over his shoulder. 

Now you were well and truly naked – completely at the mercy of your still fully-clothed Beast.

“Show me what’s mine, please.” Ari rasps, nudging your thighs apart. In the mood to obey, you let them fall open, putting your glistening cunt on  display. “There’s a good girl.” His fingers reach out to brush over your sensitive folds, making you whimper. 

Feeling brave, your hand shoots out to wrap around his thick wrist. “Wait. I was thinking I’d like to, um…makeup for upsetting you a little bit ago.”

“Really, Bird? You wanna make it up to me?” He maneuvers himself on the bed so that he can help you sit up. Nodding, you move to reach for him – intending to remove his t-shirt. Only to be surprised when Ari stops you. 

“But I want it off.” You whine, poking out your lower lip. “You’re not playing fair.”

“That’s because we’re not playing. If you wanna make it up to me then you’re just gonna have to do what I say.” He smooths a thumb across the wrinkles in your brow. “You can suck me off later. After you’ve fed me.”

“Huh?”

“You heard me.” Grinning, Ari goes to lie flat on his back, his muscled arms coming to rest behind his head. “Now bring your sweet ass over here and sit on my face.” He pats his chest for good measure, licking his lips in anticipation. “And I mean all the way down.”

“But what if I –” Your stream of consciousness is interrupted by Ari tugging you forward. He grips your thighs, his slightly calloused palms tenderly kneading your flesh as he urges you up his body in the direction of his waiting mouth. 

This position always makes you nervous – regardless of whether or not you’d had to jump into your jeans that morning. 

“You just let me worry about all those pesky what-ifs.” Your man grunts, letting it be known that the only way to satisfy him right now is to submit. He spanks your ass when you hover too long above his face. “The only thing you need to be concerned about is how I’m gonna redden that ass if you don’t do as you’re told and sit all the way down.”

You feel your face flush as your empty walls clench. Your body was feeling more than a little needy. You were craving your man's cock like the drug that it was. But before you got what you wanted, you'd have to make a couple of concessions first.

Starting with this one...       

“I mean it, Bird.” He growls, delivering a sharp smack. “All the way down, please. I’m not worried about being able to breathe.” You jump when you receive another smack for your trouble. “Besides, if it’s my time to go…then I’d much rather go out with the taste of you on my tongue.” 

"Now let's see just how many you can give me."

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[jackrogersfrost]

This is a little full circle moment for me, a little approval stamp on the first drawing that started the Tattoo AU. I started the series after Endgame, not expecting for it to be the multi year journey it has become. I’ve been asked many times if the Avengers have seen the art before.

I can now officially say, yes, Chris Evans has seen tattoo Steve. (He smiled down at the print, nodded and said, “I dig it. I like it.”)

I’m extremely emotional that so many of you guys are so happy for me. I’ve always said the Tattoo AU was a collaborative project, and it def wouldn’t have gone on for so long and with so much detail without the input and encouragement from the stevetony community. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart for your continued love and support of this series. I’m eternally grateful 💖

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𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑙𝑦𝑛 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦

♥*♡∞:｡.｡ Pairing: dbf!/alpha!Steve Rogers x omega!reader

Warnings: age gap! breeding kink! virginity kink! sort of naive!reader a/b/o dynamics! | 18+ MINORS DNI!

Summary: As your [mafia!]father’s right-hand man, Steve’s always protected you—now that you’re of age for courting, he’s made it his mission to make you his omega. something you’ve been dreaming of your whole life.

please don’t repost my fics anywhere thank you ❤️

The sun dances along your bedroom walls, beaming through the waving, white, soft curtains on your room’s balcony; bringing a cool breeze of the New York winter in.

A knock is what startles you from sleep, your head popping up from your pile of pillows, hair tangled and spit smeared over your bottom lip, leading down the right corner of your mouth.

“Ms. Collins?” Your housekeeper, Kelly, speaks softly, knocking on the door again, wiggling the lock french door’s knob.

“Wait, wait -” you sigh, trying to get out of bed, ending up in a war with your blankets, kicking them away as you finally reach the door. You open the door and tuck your hair back behind your ears.

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𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑙𝑦𝑛 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦

♥*♡∞:｡.｡ Pairing: dbf!/alpha!Steve Rogers x omega!reader

Warnings: age gap! breeding kink! virginity kink! sort of naive!reader a/b/o dynamics! | 18+ MINORS DNI!

Summary: As your [mafia!]father’s right-hand man, Steve’s always protected you—now that you’re of age for courting, he’s made it his mission to make you his omega. something you’ve been dreaming of your whole life.

please don’t repost my fics anywhere thank you ❤️

The sun dances along your bedroom walls, beaming through the waving, white, soft curtains on your room’s balcony; bringing a cool breeze of the New York winter in.

A knock is what startles you from sleep, your head popping up from your pile of pillows, hair tangled and spit smeared over your bottom lip, leading down the right corner of your mouth.

“Ms. Collins?” Your housekeeper, Kelly, speaks softly, knocking on the door again, wiggling the lock french door’s knob.

“Wait, wait -” you sigh, trying to get out of bed, ending up in a war with your blankets, kicking them away as you finally reach the door. You open the door and tuck your hair back behind your ears.

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[jackrogersfrost]

right where you belong

pairing: college baseball player!steve rogers x college student!reader

summary: your study buddy steve rogers invites you to one of his baseball games and though you think he means it as just a friendly invitation, he decides he's hidden his feelings long enough.

warnings: idiots in love, mutual pining, not much plot, mostly feelings, fluff, kissing, cuddling

word count: 3.9k

a/n: day 27 of my 30 day writing trope challenge is college au, which i had quite a few ideas for, but ended up going in this direction. it helps that baseball season is starting soon and i've always kinda wanted to write steve as a baseball player! there's not much plot to this but it came out pretty cute and fluffy so i hope y'all enjoy!

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“Come to my game this weekend, sunshine.” The earnest request was murmured in the quiet, deep voice of Steve Rogers from across the table you were both sitting at. It took a moment for his words to sink in and for you to drag your gaze away from the notes you’d been studying—your whole reason for being in the library on a Tuesday night—to look at your…friend. Were you friends? 

You’d met Steve Rogers in the library, on a Tuesday evening just after the start of the spring semester. There hadn’t been anywhere else to sit except the seat across from you at one of the study tables so when he’d asked if he could take it you of course said yes. An hour or so later, you’d caught the campus baseball star pilfering from your open bag of pretzels. He’d flashed a charming, if sheepish grin, and you’d been a goner. 

After that, you and Steve fell into a routine. Once a week, you’d study at the same table together. He’d steal some of the snacks you brought—though occasionally he’d order takeout for the two of you if he was particularly hungry—and he’d walk you back to your dorm at the end of the night. While you’d developed a full-blown crush on him, you weren’t sure how he felt. He’d never asked you out, after all, and considering how confident he always seemed, you didn’t think he was too shy to ask. So you’d just settled into the routine, happy to have one night a week with the guy who made you feel safe and happy.

Which was why his invitation felt so out of the blue. Steve had never invited you to anything and nearly half the semester had gone by. Still, you couldn’t deny him, when he looked at you like that—his big blue eyes wide and hopeful, a tentative smile curling the corners of his mouth, his blond hair messy from where he’d raked his fingers through it while he wrote his paper. You were just about to say yes when he spoke again.

“Please, sunshine?” Steve asked when you didn’t respond right away. His expression shifted slightly, his eyes going impossibly wider and his mouth pulling into a pout. 

Steve’s puppy dog face did funny things to your insides, your heart fluttering and stomach flipping. In that moment, though you were slightly afraid of what this break in your routine would mean, you couldn’t imagine saying no. “Okay,” you whispered. 

Instantly, Steve’s expression changed, a happy grin blooming across his face and happiness sparkling in his eyes. Before you could help it, an answering smile curled your mouth. Excitedly, he told you all about the game—who your school was playing, where the field was and what the best seat on the bleachers was to really see the action. His excitement was infectious and you couldn’t help anticipating the game.

That was how you found yourself attending your very first college baseball game that Saturday. As you made your way to the field on the edge of campus, you turned your face up toward the shining sun. It was one of the first truly nice days heralding the coming spring, warm enough that you’d worn a cute little sundress with a light jacket, the soft breeze ruffling the skirt around your thighs. 

When you got to the field, you found the bleachers on the home team’s side, just as Steve had instructed, and sat on the second row from the bottom, in the seat Steve said was the best. All around you, groups of friends were chatting about the game—and the guys on the team—while parents mingled, presumably there to watch their sons play. You knew baseball wasn’t nearly as popular as football, but there was a sizable crowd and it made you happy that Steve always had people cheering him on, even if you were a little sad it had taken him so long to invite you.

Shortly before the game was meant to start, the players jogged onto the field to start stretching. You spotted Steve immediately. He was all broad shoulders and narrow waist, the navy blue shirt of his uniform accentuating his body where it was tucked into the tight white pants he wore. With his back to you, you got to admire the way his uniform pants hugged the curve of his ass. You’d never really had a chance to appreciate his back side before, since it was usually seated across from you, but Steve had a really nice ass.

As you watched him, he turned to the stands like he was looking for something, but stopped when he caught your gaze. “Sunshine!” he hollered, jogging over to the fence separating the field from the fans. He gestured you to meet him, so you stumbled off the bleachers and walked to the chest-high fence where he stood. “You came,” he said, surprise and, if you weren’t mistaken, a kind of fondness in his tone. 

Pushing your sunglasses up on top of your head, you smiled up at your friend. “You invited me,” you answered shyly, fingers gripping the top of the fence like you needed it to keep you steady. Your knees wobbled at the way Steve was looking at you, so different to how he looked at you in the library. You couldn’t put into words how it was different, it just felt heavier, more significant. 

Those blue eyes of his broke from your gaze and raked down your body, taking in your outfit, right down to the tennis shoes you wore. “You look pretty, sunshine,” he rumbled in a quiet voice meant just for you. “Didja dress up just for me?” he asked with a grin that was just a little bit cocky, his eyes back on yours.

Your cheeks heated at the praise, but something told you not to admit your outfit was for him, even if that was the truth. It felt like giving away too much—like if you admitted you’d worn a dress so you’d look nice for him, it was as good as admitting you had a crush on him. So instead, you said, teasingly, “No, this is just the first time you’re seeing me outside of the library.” You grinned cheekily up at him to soften your words.

Steve rocked back on his heels, his eyes wandering down your body again, lingering on the slope of your neck, the curve of your waist. He let out a low whistle. “Well sunshine, I guess I’ll just have to see you outside of the library a lot more then,” he commented, but there was a heat underneath his words and in his eyes when he recaptured your gaze. 

A warmth coursed through your body that had nothing to do with the bright sun and everything to do with the intent way Steve was staring at you. After a moment, he finally broke the charged silence.

“Me and the guys always go to Shanty’s after a game,” he said, referencing a local bar as he glanced over his shoulder at the other members of the team. You recognized some of them from around campus or the gossip mill your roommates were far more tapped into. But then Steve turned back and blocked your view of the other players, his broad shoulders the only thing you could see before you tilted your head back and caught the hopeful look in Steve’s eye. “Will you come, sunshine?”

“Sure, Steve,” you said, unable to say no to him when he looked at you with such earnest hope in his expression. Not that you wanted to say no, the thought of spending even more time with him outside of the library was more than a little appealing. 

At your answer, Steve grinned down at you. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, then reached some kind of decision, ducking his head and planting a kiss to your cheek. “Wish me luck,” he murmured in your ear before he was gone, jogging back to his teammates.

It took you a moment to recover from his sweet kiss, the smell of his cologne overwhelming you—something fresh that paired well with the scent of cut grass hanging in the air around the baseball field. When you did, you called out, “Good luck!” Your voice was a bit too breathy, but you could tell Steve heard you from the way he threw a grin over his shoulder at you. 

After making your way back to your seat, you settled in to watch the game. Baseball wasn’t exactly your favorite sport to watch, but it was far more enjoyable to watch Steve play baseball. The way the muscles in his arms and shoulders bunched when he hit the ball, the way his thighs worked beneath the soft white pants he wore when he was running the bases. It felt like an ember of heat had sparked to life in your core when Steve kissed your cheek and watching him play baseball kept it alive, humming beneath the surface of your skin, throughout the whole game.

When it was over—after Steve had scored a couple runs and helped your college’s team to victory—he jogged back over to the fence while his teammates were celebrating their win, much of the crowd rushing onto the field to congratulate them. You met Steve at the fence and he hugged you tightly, your face pressed into his heated chest. He told you to wait on the bleachers for him while he showered and got changed, so you did, idly playing on your phone.

After a little while, when the sun was starting to dip below the horizon, Steve emerged from the locker room and walked to the bleachers with his sports bag. He held his hand out to you and you slipped your fingers into his big palm, letting him help you down from your seat. “Ready, sunshine?” he asked. When you nodded, he threw his arm around your shoulders and led you to his car. 

Something about being tucked into Steve’s side, his arm around your shoulders, felt right. He hugged you sometimes, when he dropped you off at your dorm at night, especially if you’d been really struggling that day. Having his arm around you, like a public statement you belonged to him in some way, reminded you just how good it had always felt to be in his arms. The rightness of it burned in your chest, making you want more—making you want to really be Steve’s girl.

When you got to his car, he opened the passenger door and helped you inside, his hands careful as he shut the door behind you. If you didn’t know any better, you’d have thought it was a date with the way Steve was acting. But you told yourself that was silly. He’d asked his study buddy to come to his game and now he was giving you—his friend—a ride to the bar. You kept telling yourself that was all it was. 

But then, when Steve got in the car, he held his right hand out to you, palm up. He gave you a sideways look until you threaded your fingers with his, your hands locking together. He squeezed your hand before turning the car on and pulling out of his parking spot. It sent a little flutter through your chest, but you told your heart to calm down. As far as you knew, you were still just friends.

At Shanty’s, Steve held tight to your hand as he led you through the crowd, finally finding the rest of the team gathered around a bunch of tables in the back corner. A cheer went up when they noticed Steve and he grinned confidently. Then he pulled you into his side and introduced you to everyone. You smiled and waved shyly. When they’d all nodded in greeting, Steve guided you to a seat beside a guy you knew was his friend—Bucky Barnes. Then he got your drink order and headed to the bar. 

Bucky turned in his seat, giving you a onceover, his gaze reserved as he took a drink from his bottle of beer. “So you’re the sweet little nerd girl that’s got our Stevie all twisted up,” he said, catching the attention of Sam Wilson, who was sitting on his other side. 

Sam turned to you, interest lighting up his brown eyes as he looked you over too, though he looked away long enough to throw Bucky an annoyed look. “Just because she studies doesn’t make her a nerd, Buck,” he said a little scornfully before he turned a charming smile on you. “Don’t listen to him—I never do.”

You laughed at Sam’s comment, his joke making you feel a little more comfortable even as Bucky still watched you closely. But then his serious expression broke and he grinned at you cheekily, leaning in like he was going to tell you a secret. “Truthfully, I’m just glad you exist,” he said, humor sparkling in his icy eyes. “I was starting to believe Steve made you up—the way he goes on about you.”

You didn’t get a chance to ask Bucky what he meant by that because Steve returned with your drinks, plopping down on the bench seat next to you and tossing his arm around your shoulders. He tugged you closer, tucking you into his side, and watched you take a sip of your drink. Only when you smiled up at him to let him know it was good did he look to his friends. Your heart warmed in your chest and you couldn’t help yourself from staring at him a little longer before turning back to the group. 

The guys quickly fell into a conversation about the game and the rest of the season, making sure to include you—even asking if you enjoyed the game, to which you responded you did.

When Bucky and Sam left the table to get more drinks, you turned to Steve, having to tilt your head back against his arm to see his face since you were so close to him. “Why didn’t you invite me to a game before today?” you asked a little shyly. “I really enjoyed seeing you play.”

The corners of Steve’s mouth kicked up in a grin, but it fell as fast as it appeared and he took a drink from his beer to hide it. When he set the bottle down, his thumb picked at the label, almost like he was nervous. “I wasn’t sure you’d like it,” he said slowly, like he was picking his words carefully. “A lot of people think baseball is boring.”

“I’d never find anything you do boring,” you said before you could stop yourself. You winced a little, realizing how close that statement came to admitting your feelings for Steve. When he glanced at you, you just tried to smile at him in a friendly way.

“Thanks, sunshine,” Steve murmured, his blue eyes deep and dark with some emotion you couldn’t identify. “That means a lot to me.” 

“Of course, Steve,” you said, your voice a little high pitched as your heart pounded in your chest. The way he was looking at you… it almost looked like he wanted to kiss you. You panicked a little, and said the first thing that came to mind. “Friends support each other, right?” 

Steve blinked and you watched as your words sunk in. His jaw muscle ticked and he looked away. Steve seemed to gather himself before he looked back at you, none of the intensity left in his blue eyes. You mourned its loss as he gave you a charming grin that felt a little fake. “Right, sunshine,” he said.

Bucky and Sam returned not long after that and you all got sucked into a conversation about classes and midterms. It was a fun night, and Steve’s friends helped to make you feel comfortable. You laughed as you watched them get progressively drunker and sillier while you nursed your drink. You couldn’t help noticing Steve only had the one drink, too, though he offered to buy you another one. 

Many hours later, when you hid a yawn behind your hand, Steve tugged you up off the bench and started making his exit. He towed you along after him once you’d both said goodbye to all his friends and teammates. He led you back to his car and helped you into the passenger seat. Then he drove back to campus, parking near your dorm. 

Despite your protests, Steve insisted on walking you to your door, his hand still holding yours. When you got to the front of your dorm, he tugged you to a stop, spinning you to face him. He stared down at you, but didn’t say anything.

“Thanks Steve,” you said, breaking the slightly awkward silence. “I had a lot of fun today—thank you for inviting me to your game, and to Shanty’s.” You smiled up at him, your heart fluttering at how handsome he looked in the warm glow of the street lamps that lined the path to your dorm.

For long moments, he was quiet, like he was thinking hard about something. Eventually, he seemed to make some kind of decision with himself and he took a deep breath, as if preparing himself. “Here’s the thing, sunshine,” he said, looking down at your hands still tangled together, a tether between your bodies. He looked up at you from under his lashes, carefully watching your reaction. “I like you.”

The air froze in your lungs and your heart felt like it stopped for a second, before it leapt into action, pounding in your chest. Your thoughts were too tangled up to tell if they were frozen too or moving too fast and all at once. All you could do was tilt your head to the side in confusion and ask, “What?”

“I’ve liked you for weeks,” he explained, tucking some of your hair behind your ear as he stepped closer. 

The warmth of his body washed over you, his scent fresh and clean and mixed a little bit with the smell of beer, all of it going straight to your head and making you feel a little light-headed. You had to make yourself pay attention to what he was saying. 

“I didn’t know if you liked me too, but I figured if you could sit through a whole baseball game for me, then that must mean something,” he said, his eyes hopeful as he watched you process what he was saying. He paused, then asked, “So did it—mean something?”

Dazedly, you nodded. You tried to speak, but your throat was dry so you tried again. “I like you too, Steve,” you confessed. 

Steve made a happy sound, and then he was grabbing you around the waist and lifting you into his arms. He cheered as he spun you around. “She likes me, too!” he yelled up into the night sky, whooping with happiness. All you could do was giggle.

When he set you down on your feet, his hands cupped your face gently and he stared down at you with a soft, affectionate expression. “You like me, sunshine?” he asked, like he just had to be sure. You nodded, unable to contain your smile, and he ducked down, pressing his lips to yours.

Happiness surged through you, twining with the low simmering warmth in your core, making you shudder in Steve’s arms as you pressed closer to him. His arms wrapped around your back, tugging you into his hard body as he tilted his head and deepened the kiss. His tongue traced along your lower lip, making you gasp and he took the opportunity to slide inside. Kissing Steve was heady, and you threaded your fingers through his soft blond hair, holding him like he was the only thing keeping you grounded from flying away. 

As the kiss was winding down, Steve smiled against your mouth. “You’re all mine now, aren’t you, sunshine?” Steve’s hands were fisted in the back of your dress, holding onto you just as tightly as you were holding onto him. 

Catching your breath and panting against his lips, you nodded. “I’m all yours, Steve.” 

Steve grinned and hiked you up higher against his body, until you were pressed to the full length of him, only your tiptoes touching the ground. You wanted to squirm, your body needing him to help you with the aching feeling in your core, but you didn’t want to give up the feel of being so close to him. Steve chuckled, recognizing your plight. “Let me take you home,” Steve murmured.

“I am home,” you said on a sigh, referencing your dorm. But a distant part of your brain thought about Steve’s arms when you said the word home.

“No, no, my home, sunshine,” Steve said, pressing a kiss to your neck and making you shiver. “Wanna kiss you all night.” 

“Mmm ‘kay,” you murmured, the warmth of your body conspiring with your tiredness from the day to make you sleepy. 

Steve chuckled again and helped you back to his car. The drive to his apartment was short, and then he was tugging you up the stairs to his place. When you got to his room, Steve gave you some of his clothes to sleep in, and then left you alone. 

Though you wanted to poke around and discover everything his room had to reveal about him, you changed quickly. Steve returned, dressed only in low-slung lounge pants that made your brain short-circuit for a minute. It took your sluggish mind a moment to realize it was the first time you’d seen Steve shirtless, and you had to hold yourself back from tracing every ridge and line of muscle on his torso with your fingers. 

Instead, Steve handed you a toothbrush still in the package and pointed you in the direction of the bathroom. When you got back to his room, he was laying on top of the covers of his bed, but he pulled them back for you. He slid beneath them with you. You lay on your side, facing Steve, biting your lip a little worriedly.

“Are we just going to sleep?” you asked, unsure how you wanted him to answer.

Steve yawned loudly into his hand, his own eyes going heavy-lidded from exhaustion. He hooked an arm around your waist and dragged you closer to him, close enough he could tilt your chin up and press a short and sweet kiss to your lips. “Yeah, sunshine—I know I promised more kisses, but I think we both need some sleep.”

Pressing your face into the pillow, you muffled a yawn and nodded. “Yeah, you’re right.”

With a happy little hum, Steve rolled you over until your back was to him, then he gathered you into the cradle of his body, wrapping around you from behind. Your bodies fit perfectly together, which only made you smile sleepily to yourself. Steve let out a deep, contented sigh, and you melted in his arms, both of you relaxing together.

“So glad you came today, sunshine,” Steve mumbled, his warm breath ruffling your hair. “So glad you’re mine.” 

Your heart gave an excited little flip at his words, but it wasn’t enough to fight off the coming sleep. Still, you hummed and wiggled slightly to show your agreement.

As you both drifted off, Steve clung to you tightly and mumbled, “This is right where you belong.” 

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[jackrogersfrost]

𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆

valentine's day masterlist

summary - after a long day of doing his job, cupid steve is stopped by a beautiful woman. one that leaves him a whimpering mess, one that is also his happily ever after.

warning - sub steve, dom reader, oral sex, swearing, slightly public, teasing, angst, fluff, sex with cupid, steve sorta feels bad about himself.

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Steve had just finished shooting people with arrows, smiling sadly as he watched all of these people fall in love, wondering if he would ever get that. Steve had realised that being Cupid made finding love harder, especially when women would see his size. He knew he wasn’t like most men. He was small and shy.

He dodged the many dancing bodies as he began to head to the exit, not noticing that your eyes had been on him the whole night. You step out of the shadows, and your sleeveless tight black dress catches Steve’s attention, causing his breath to hitch. He takes in the laced sides, black heels matched with your see-through tights, and black gloves. Steve feels his eyes nearly bug out of his head when he notices how well the dress fits your body, forming perfectly around your breasts and hugging your mouthwatering figure.

“Hey, Pretty Boy. Where are you going looking so glum?” His mouth opens and closes as he focuses on your plump red lips. He wondered how they would feel against his skin. Steve felt like he was staring too long, but you looked like a goddess with how you looked, how your perfectly curled hair fell to your shoulders, your red shaded lips spread into the prettiest smile he’s ever seen. “Hmm? Haven’t found yourself a pretty girl to dance with?” You circle him, your eyes scanning his small form, causing Steve to squirm.

Steve gulps. He shakes his head, and his palms become clammy as your sweet scent enters his senses. “N–no, I’m not–” You press a perfectly manicured finger to his lips, smirking slightly as he squirms.

“It’s okay, Sugar. I’m glad no one’s snatched up a sweet little thing like you.” You lean in, your breath blowing softly against his ear. “Means I get to have you all to myself.” You look deep into his ocean-coloured eyes, a dark glint in your eyes as his face becomes flushed. “Would you like that, Sugar? Would you like to be all mine? Have me devour and worship you? Would you like that, Pretty Boy?”

Steve feels his pants tighten, nodding slowly as you drag a nail down his cheek and neck. Your wicked smile pulls him deeper into the darkness the more he stares. “I–I would… Like that… But, I’m” He looks down at himself, suddenly full of sadness, before he looks back into your eyes. “Haven’t you seen me? I’m not what women want.”

You smile sadly, hand moving down until you rest it on his side, the feel of silk beneath your fingertips. “Oh, Sugar. You’re perfect. Now, what do you say we get out of here?” You move closer. Pressing your body against him, and a shocked gasp escapes you when you feel his impressive bulge. “Oh, we definitely need to get out of here. I didn’t know you were packing, Pretty Boy.” When you press your palm into his bulge, a whimper leaves Steve, and he nods frantically. 

“Y–yes, yes, please.” He felt his member throb and twitch from your touch, his eyes nearly roll to the back of his head, and his knees almost give out. Steve’s hand latches onto your arm, pressing himself closer to you. “Please, please.” 

You stroke his cheek with your other hand, continuing to press into his swelling cock. “You’re such a good boy, Sugar. C’mon, we can’t exactly have you a whimpering mess in such a public place, now, can we?” Steve shakes his head, his mind becoming too fuzzy even to think. A pained whimper escapes him when you remove your hand, placing it into his as you lead him out of the room and into the lobby. You lead Steve to the elevator, and the minute the door shut. You pounce, covering his flushed neck with nips and kisses. 

You push him against the wall, your tongue lapping at his sweet spot, sucking it into your mouth and feeling your core throb as moans fall from his lips. Steve doesn’t know where to put his hands, clenching and unclenching them as you continue to make him feel the most intense pleasure. “P–please.” 

You pull away, and your lust-filled eyes meet his half-lidded ones. You lean close, lips inches away from his, but not touching. “Please, what, Sugar? What do you want, hmm?” He whimpers, and his mouth opens as he’s about to reply, but he’s cut off by the elevator doors opening. “C’mon, Pretty Boy. Maybe you can tell me what you want in my room.” You grab hold of his hand again, dragging him along before you reach the door to your room. You let his hand go for a split second to open it before grabbing hold of him again.

Steve’s eyes take in how pretty the room is, not being able to look for long as you drag him to the bedroom. His heart skips a beat, not believing his luck. You softly push him onto the soft bed, his eyes wide as he watches you teasingly strip from your dress. Steve’s mouth drops open, and his eyes slowly drag down your form. “You… You’re so beautiful….” He blinks and then blinks again. His widened eyes shot up and met yours, “I–I’m sorry!” 

You smirk, slowly moving toward him and leaning over. You begin to stroke his cheek with your hand, “It’s okay, Sugar.” He struggles to keep eye contact with you, which is extremely hard as your plump breasts sit perfectly, and your bare cunt is on display for all to see. Your gloves and heels are still on, and your dress and tights are piled on the floor as you kneel on the bed and crawl toward Steve. “So, Pretty Boy. What do you want?” 

Steve’s mouth opens and closes, feeling his member strain against his pants more at the sight of you. “Y–you… I want you.” He gasps, eyes closing as your lips touch his. His hand moves until it rests on the back of your head, his other gripping your hip. His head tilts back slightly as your lips move together, and a soft whimper escapes him when your tongue slithers into his awaiting mouth. Your hand moves slowly, travelling up his thigh and to his twitching member. You palm it, enjoying the cute little whimpers that leave him. Your fingers begin to unzip his zipper, freeing his impressive cock. 

“Well, well. How do you manage to get around with this in your pants? Huh, Sugar?” Steve blabbers, mouth hanging open as you stroke his base, thumb swirling around his leaking tip. Collecting some of his arousal and placing your thumb into your mouth, eyes connected with his as you suck, Steve feels like he’s died and gone to heaven. You move down his body, face levelled with the thick member. “So pretty, so big.” His hips jerk as you run your fingers along his base. “I must be the luckiest woman alive.” When your eyes connect, you smirk and lean forward. Your tongue pokes out and laps the arousal from his thick mushroom tip. “You taste so good, Sugar.” You swirl it around before you wrap your lips around his cockhead, sucking him into your mouth.

“Oh! Oh! P–please… too– much!” Steve arches, his member sliding deeper into your mouth the more his hips jerk. The pleasure becomes too much as you continue to suck. His hands grip whatever he can, his vision turning white. “Oh, please! Y–you are a goddess!” His eyes connect with yours, causing his balls to tighten as he watches your tongue swirl around his cock, before you slowly make your way down to his heavy sacks. Steve sees his life flash before his eyes as you suck them into your mouth, swirling and rolling your tongue as your hand comes up to stroke his wet cock. Steve felt his thighs clench and unclench as you continued to switch between sucking his soul out through his cock and massaging his balls with your wonderfully talented mouth. 

You pull away, hands still working their magic as you stare at him with a sultry look. “Cum for me, Sugar. Let me swallow all of you, milk you dry until you are nothing but a whimpering mess.” With those words and your mouth wrapping itself around his swollen tip again, Steve goes blind, blacking out for a split second as he spills into your mouth, ropes of cum shooting out of him. You clench around nothing as his sweet moans fill the room, fingers tangled in your hair as he loses himself. You pull away, lapping up the rest of his cum and licking your lips. Steve blinks, finally getting his vision back, his chest rapidly moving up and down as he tries to catch his breath. His pretty blues connect with yours as you smirk. A gasp escapes him as you wrap your hand around his hardening cock. “Aren’t you a good boy? Wanna cum deep inside me, Pretty Boy?” His cock twitches and throbs beneath your palm, eyes rolling back as he nods. “Words, Sugar. Be a good boy for me.”

Steve whimpers, “Yes, yes, please! Please, can I cum deep inside you? I’ll be so good, your good boy!” His breath hitches when his gaze lands on your kneeled position. The soft moonlight hitting your skin makes you look eternal. Your smudged red lipstick and tousled hair causes Steve’s heart to beat rapidly in his chest, never having seen someone so beautiful, so flawless in his whole existence. It felt as though he had finally found his missing piece and was ready to give himself over to you: his heart, mind and soul, everything in the entire universe.

You smile, crawling on top of him and positioning his cock at your entrance. “Good boy. My sweet boy.” Yours and Steve’s eyes roll to the back of your head as you sink down, “Oh, my pretty boy. You feel so good stretching me out. You should feel proud of yourself. Especially with this monster between your legs.” A pleasured moan escapes you. Steve’s head is thrown back as he feels you throb and squeeze him. Steve grips your hips, whimpering, and his hips try to jerk up as you refuse to move. “Uh ah, Sugar. What’s the magic word?” 

Steve groans as you roll your hips, your nails digging into his chest as you wait for the magic word. “Please, please! I’ll be a good boy. Please just move!” A whimper leaves him as you move, rolling and bouncing, his thick member sliding in and out of you as you ride him. “Oh, s–so good!” He felt his whole world explode, never having experienced pleasure like this before. His hips began to jerk up, unable to control himself as the feel of your warm, heaven-like cunt seduced him into a slobbering mess. 

“You feeling alright, Pretty Boy?” You breathe out, slowing down your pace because you enjoy how he begs you to pick up the pace. How he’d whimper as he tried jerking his hips, tried to move your hips desperately, but gives up because he felt so weak. You roll your hips slowly, and your head tilts back when you feel him brushing up against your g-spot. Steve whimpers. Soft pleas escape him. 

“O–oh, please move, please. I’ll do anything!” You lean down, bringing him into a deep passionate kiss as you begin to pick up the pace, swallowing the sweet sounds that escape him, bringing the both of you as much pleasure as possible. Your moans fall from your lips and into Steve’s, enjoying how his gifted cock hits all of your sweet spots. 

You begin to feel your walls clenching around him, pulsating as you get closer to your climax. “Pretty Boy, cum for me.” You whisper into his ear before moving down and pressing heavy kisses on his neck. Marking him as yours, you moan softly against his flesh as pleasured sounds escape him. His hips stutter, and his hands grip your hips as he buries himself deep inside you. His cock twitches and throbs, balls tightening, his back arches and large ropes of cum shoot out of him, filling you to the brim. Leaving Steve a whimpering mess as you pulsate wildly around him and cum, your arousal leaking out of you, covering the poor man underneath. 

As you both come down from your blissful endings, you shakily remove Steve’s softening cock from your sopping cunt and fall beside him, your fingers finding their way to your mouth as you lick the both of you off of them. Your eyes connect with exhausted blue ones that are focused on your arousal-covered fingers. Your hand slowly moves toward his awaiting mouth, gently sliding your fingers inside and connecting eyes as he moans, lapping your juices up like it’s his last meal. “Next time, I’ll let you feast on me, but only if you are a good boy.”

Steve whimpers and his head falls back into the pillow as your fingers slip from his mouth. “I–I’m Steve, by the way….” He stares at you, wondering how you could look even more beautiful. He watches you smile, moving closer to him, and your still-gloved hand strokes his cheek, causing his eyes to flutter closed. 

“Such a pretty name for a pretty man.” You lean forward and place a kiss on his plump lips. “I’m Y/n, Sugar, and I’m so glad I found you after all this time. I thought I had lost you.” His eyes slowly open, brows furrowed as he looks at you confused. He feels strangely safe as you stroke his skin. “I’ve been watching you… Ever since I saw you shoot your cute little arrows into my friend and her now fiance and then fly away with your adorable wings. I had always wondered when you’d shoot me and give me my happily ever after.” You stare deep into his eyes as you whisper the next part. “But, now I finally understand… You were always meant to be my happily ever after.” 

Steve could feel tears beginning to form, wondering how he had gotten so lucky after all this time of wondering if he was destined to be forever alone. He reaches his hand out and cups your cheek, feeling his heart warm when you lean into his touch, smiling at him. Not being able to find the right words, Steve finds the courage to lean forward and lock his lips with yours, eyes fluttering closed as they move with one another passionately. 

You break from the kiss, and a soft whisper leaves you. “My Pretty Boy.”

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it's a bad idea, me and you

requested by @magpiencrow: CONGRATS ON LITERALLY EVERYTHING!!! 🥳 also #24 is just destined for bridgerton <3

A/N: I've fallen back in love with Viscount Anthony Bridgerton and all his grumpy so I had to write to him. Lovers to enemies to lovers, anyone? Also this is the closest you will ever get to smut from me so take it and be happy

Y/N moved her rook across the chessboard into a blank square. Daphne narrowed her eyes at the board and moved her knight.

It was a surprisingly quiet Friday morning considering it was the height of the social season. But that was perhaps down to the fact that Daphne was now married and had no real need to participate as much as before.

They were sat in the warmth of the drawing-room, the windows thrown open to let in the summer breeze that danced with the net curtains hung in front of each window. It was calm and peaceful and everything Y/N needed after the last year.

"Who taught you chess?" Y/N asked quietly, contemplating her next move with a thoughtful expression on her face.

"Anthony. He was the chess master when we were growing up," Daphne replied, leaning back in her chair. "He also cheated but, that is beside the point."

Y/N chuckled softly. "Sounds like him. Cheater in games and love."

Daphne raised her eyebrows slightly, letting out an almost silent sigh. "He is not that bad."

"I did not say he was bad. I merely said he was a cheater." Y/N moved another rook. "He acts as if every woman in the ton is below him - as if finding a reputable wife is not worth his time."

"He has what the majority of men do not - brothers."

Y/N laughed. Loudly. "Please. Benedict Bridgerton and Colin Bridgerton are lovely but neither are looking for a wife - they are happier flirting with every young lady within a mile radius. Anthony must be kidding himself if he thinks your reputation can succeed with them."

"Why do you hate my brother so much?"

"Which one?"

Daphne chuckled, leaning forward and moving a rook. "Anthony. Every time he is in the room or he comes up in conversation you begin insulting him with words I associate with hate."

"I do not."

"You do too."

Y/N placed the chess piece down a little too hard, knocking over three other pieces as she did so. "Daphne, as much as I respect and love you, please change the subject."

"Yes, of course." She righted a fallen piece. "Are you going to Lady Cowper's ball tonight?"

"Unfortunately - despite how much I despise the woman, she does throw a good ball."

Daphne hummed. "Anthony's going."

Y/N almost threw the entire table over. "Daphne."

"I am simply stating who is going," Daphne replied calmly, completely unphased. "Benedict is also going. As is Colin. As am I."

"Oh, good, I can throw a glass of lemonade at you." Y/N moved another piece - neither one of them was actually playing properly now, they were simply moving chess pieces around a board.

"He's not as bad -"

"Daphne, why are you so determined to sell your eldest brother to me?" Y/N asked, leaning back in her chair, raising her eyebrows. "You have been complimenting him every time I have come over for the past three months."

"I simply think that you have a misguided opinion of him," Daphne replied, her words obviously carefully chosen.

Y/N leant forward and moved her queen. "Of course. I did use to like your brother."

"I know."

Until..."

"I know." Daphne opened her mouth to speak and Y/N braced herself. "But he has changed, Y/N, if you -"

A knock on the door cut Daphne off before she could finish her sentence - something Y/N was grateful for. Until Anthony Bridgerton walked into the room, hands clasped behind his back, a beaming smile on his face as he looked at his sister, oblivious to Y/N's presence.

"Anthony! What a pleasant surprise!" Daphne exclaimed, standing up and approaching her brother, engulfing him in a tight hug. "I thought you were busy with business."

"I am but I was passing and decided to come by and check on you," Anthony said, pressing a kiss to Daphne's cheek.

He stepped back and turned his head to the right, his eyes stopping as he finally noticed Y/N's presence in the room.

"Miss Y/L/N."

"Lord Bridgerton."

The loving atmosphere had vanished like a candle being snuffed out. Y/N swallowed and sniffed quietly, looking down at her dress, avoiding Anthony's gaze.

"Yes, anyway, things to do, people to see..." He reached out and squeeze Daphne's shoulder. "See you tonight, Daff."

And with that, Anthony was gone.

Daphne looked over at Y/N. "You hate him."

Y/N looked up at her with burning eyes. She shrugged. "Perhaps." Leaning forward, she began to reset the chess board. "To be honest, Daphne, I do not think I entirely know how I feel. Now, shall we play properly, this time? No cheating."

"Ah, I don't cheat," Daphne exclaimed indignantly, sitting back down.

"Oh, you do, I watched you move my piece back to where it was."

The game began again but Y/N was paying even less attention than before. Her eyes strayed to the door where, minutes before, a smiling Anthony Bridgerton had walked in. She couldn't remember the last time she'd seen him smile.

She couldn't remember the last time she'd seen him smile at her.

Despite the rain outside and despite Lady Cowper's notorious ability to be spiteful and cruel, the house and ballroom looked like it had come out of a fairytale. Pink walls, roses and decorations littered every piece of empty space visible and the candles provide warmth and light to the room.

Almost every woman was wearing a variation of pink. Lady Cowper had sent out strict instructions in the invites for the women to wear pink and for the men to wear black and white.

And the result was a see of pink dotted with black dots - much like a bee visiting a rose.

Y/N stepped out her carriage, accepting her mother's outstretched hand, and climbed down the step onto the paved ground. She looked up at the outside of Cowper House, eyes wide with awe.

There were roses of pink and white nestled amongst green foliage shaped into an arch around the front door, lanterns sitting at either end. Gentle, soft music was emitting from inside the house and there were many excited gasps as more people arrived, staring up at the house.

There was a reason Lady Cowper had yet to be ostracized from the ton despite her rude behaviour. She knew how to throw an almost perfect ball.

Y/N and her mother walked inside, following many others dressed in pink and silver, their chaperones dressed similarly or in black and white.

The floor was littered with rose petals and candles and lanterns, all guiding the way to the main ballroom where even more flowers waited.

She spotted Anthony instantly.

It was hard not to spot the three chestnut-haired men standing awkwardly next to their mother as she introduced them to yet another young woman. Y/N almost laughed at the identical looks of boredom, despair and annoyance the three were wearing.

"Y/N!"

She turned around and instantly a smile appeared as Daphne practically ran up to her - her bemused husband following behind. Y/N hugged Daphne and held her by the shoulders, looking down at her dark pink gown, her eyes snagging on the baby bump just beginning to appear.

"Oh, you are not, are you?" Y/N asked, looking back up at her.

Daphne hit her husband on the arm. "I told you it was too small."

"Nonsense. We want people to know," Simon said fondly, a hand straying to the bump as he kissed Daphne's head.

"You two are sickeningly sweet," Y/N said, a disgusted expression on her face. "Who knows?"

"My mother - we were waiting to tell everyone else about the - Anthony!"

Y/N didn't dare turn around. She smelt him before she felt his presence. The deep scent of his cologne mixed with smoke, whiskey and something sweet. He came to a stop on her right, his jacket sleeve brushing the bare skin between where her sleeve ended and her white, silk gloves began.

She could barely breathe.

"Daphne, you look beautiful," Violet said, blissfully unaware of the panic attack her eldest son was giving Y/N by simply standing next to her. "Simon, as do you."

"I told you pink was my colour," Simon said, preening ever so slightly.

"Yes, Hastings, pink compliments your skin tone beautifully," Anthony said dryly. "Why Cowper chose pink of all colours is beyond me."

"It's her favourite colour."

Y/N didn't realise she'd spoken until four sets of eyes were staring at her. She cleared her throat quietly. "She always has some element of pink on her in whatever she wears - as does Cressida. Pink is the Cowper family colour like blue is the Bridgerton's."

"Blue is not our family colour," Anthony argued.

"It is, have you seen your house? Blue."

"It is not blue."

"The interior is."

"It is white."

"And blue."

"Anthony, darling, why don't you offer Y/N a dance, hmm?" Violet said, cutting their argument off.

Anthony glowered at his mother.

"There's no one in her dance card," Y/N's mother helpfully added.

Y/N glowered at her mother.

Anthony sighed. Reluctantly, and only because she was aware of multiple people watching, Y/N held out her wrist. Anthony's fingers brushed the inside of her wrist as he took the dance card and scribbled his name down, his handwriting sloped and neat.

"There, happy?" Anthony asked, glaring over at his mother.

Violet smiled.

The conversation moved on and Y/N zoned out, looking anywhere but at the man standing next to her. She could feel the warmth radiating off him and instead of comforting her, it infuriated her. It physically ached how close he was to her yet how far away he was.

Y/N gathered her skirts, unable to cope with the feeling. "Excuse me."

She turned from Anthony and walked over to the refreshments table, gratefully accepting a glass of pink lemonade from the waiter and taking a big gulp. It was far too sweet but it gave her brain something else to think about other than the eldest Bridgerton.

A presence to her left made her pause. She gripped her glass tighter.

"They're about to play the first dance."

Anthony reached across her and grabbed a glass of water. Y/N looked down and tingles ran down her spine as his arm brushed her stomach. True to his word, the orchestra was tuning their instruments and warming up, the gentle hum of music beginning to fill the room.

"We should dance -"

"Yes, we should, my lord." Y/N turned around, setting her glass down, and looked up at him. She held her hand out. "You may lead."

Anthony looked at her, dark eyes staring into her own. He drank the water in one go and set the glass down next to Y/N's. Then, he raised his arm and grasped Y/N's fingers - gentle but firm. As the other couples in the room began to move into the centre, Anthony led Y/N forward - his back rod straight and each movement stiff yet calculated.

He guided Y/N around to stand in front of him and then spun her around so her back was against his chest. Y/N could feel his breath on the back of his neck, the buttons on his waistcoat pressing into her back. Y/N's left hand was in front of her stomach, Anthony's right holding the tip of her fingers, the warmth seeping through her silk gloves.

His left was resting near her shoulder, his fingers brushing the bare skin of her chest. Y/N held his hand with her right, crossing her arm across herself to hold his other hand.

Every other couple was in the same position but for some reason, it felt strangely intimate - as if Anthony was almost being scandalous by having his bare hand brushing her skin. His hand tightened around hers and they stood there in silence.

The orchestra began to play but was quickly cut off by a loud screech.

"No, no, no, no!"

Lady Cowper stomped forward, the pink feathers in her hair flouncing with each step. Her target was a young man with a bright yellow waistcoat and blue velvet jacket - one that looked very similar to ones worn by Benedict.

"Pink, white or black only!" She screeched. "No other colours! Go, shoo!"

She began flapping her hands around as the man argued back with her and Y/N couldn't help but giggle. Stepping back a little as she readjusted her weight, she nudged Anthony's foot slightly and he tightened his grip on her hands.

Lady Cowper was still screeching.

Anthony and Y/N were still frozen in the opening position.

"She looks like an exotic bird throwing a tantrum," Anthony whispered into her ear, leaning forward slightly.

Y/N felt a smile pull on her lips and lowered her head, attempting to hide it. "We should ask Colin which bird she best represents."

This time Anthony started smiling and he had to duck his head. "I suspect an extravagant version of a peacock."

She couldn't help the snort of laughter that escape her lips, her shoulders shaking, and Y/N turned her head, looking up at Anthony. He smiled at her, eyes sparkling, and the two of them burst into quiet laughter, trying not to draw attention to themselves.

"My apologies, ladies and gentlemen," Lady Cowper called. She waved at the band. "Chop, chop."

The conductor almost dropped his baton in his haste to restart the music. Y/N stood up straight, raising her head up, and took a step forward, Anthony following behind her.

For a minute, both were lost in the music. Nothing else mattered. She looked up into his eyes, concentrating on him and no one else. The room was a dizzying array of roses and petals but it didn't matter.

Because Anthony was there.

As long as Anthony was here - nothing else mattered.

Y/N raised her arm, Anthony holding her hand, and twirled around, coming to a stop in front of him. He stepped forward and placed his hand on her waist, the other on her back.

They were breathing hard, both staring at one another, unable to break away from the trance they'd been caught in. Anthony's thumb stroked her back, brushing the bare skin. Y/N's breath got caught in her lungs as she breathed deeply and struggled not to cough.

This was wrong.

She couldn't do this again.

She wouldn't do this again.

Abruptly snatched from the trance, Y/N stepped back, Anthony's warmth and comforting grip leaving her instantly. She looked at him, her chest aching as she saw the confused and upset expression in his eyes.

"I cannot... I cannot do this again, Anthony," Y/N said softly, her eyes brimming with tears. She reached a hand out, fingers brushing his - one last touch to keep her going. "I am sorry but I cannot. I just... I cannot."

Y/N turned and walked away from Anthony. Away from the man who had captured her heart and refused to let go.

And straight into Simon Basset.

"Oof."

Y/N stumbled back, instinctively grabbing onto Simon's arm as she lost her footing.

"My apologies," Y/N said, face heating up as she stepped back.

Simon looked at her, instantly reading the hurt on her face. "Are you alright?"

"Fine."

He looked behind her, his eyes landing on a dejected Anthony standing next to Benedict. "Oh."

"What am I doing, Simon?" Y/N asked, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I cannot do this again! Besides, I do not love him anymore."

Simon smiled down at her and put a hand on her shoulder. "Are you sure?" He asked gently. "My wife would disagree."

"What do I disagree with?" Daphne asked, magically appearing next to her husband.

"That Y/N does not love your brother," Simon supplied. He looked at Y/N and then over at Daphne. "I shall leave you two to talk."

Daphne stepped up to Y/N as her husband left and took her hand. "Y/N, darling, you are in love with him."

"I cannot be."

"I know you do not want to be but we cannot control the heart," Daphne replied, looking over fondly at Simon as he chatted to Colin.

Y/N glanced over her shoulder at Anthony and felt her heart jump as if she'd tripped and fallen. "Shit," she swore, not caring that she was in public, "I think I am in love with him. Despite everything... I still love him."

"At last," Daphne muttered. "What gave it away? Acting like a fool around him or the fact he held your hand and stood inches away from you and you nearly fainted?"

Y/N whacked her on the shoulder. She paused and exhaled heavily, the weight of the situation hitting her. "I thought I had moved on. After he left me for Sienna I thought I had... I had gotten over it and that the love had gone. Turns out I was wrong." It never went away."

"He is a changed man."

Y/N distractedly nodded, not listening to a word Daphne uttered. "I need some fresh air."

Daphne called after her as she left but Y/N ignored her. She needed space, she needed to see some other colour than pink and needed to think.

The french doors led to a little outdoor hallway with arched windows overlooking the gardens. Y/N stayed under the roof, not wanting to get wet in the rain. Leaning back against the stone wall, she felt the stress fade a little now that she was in the dark and away from the overwhelming smell of roses.

"God, what am I doing," Y/N muttered, hand pressed to her chest as she tried to calm her speeding heart.

Y/N all but froze as a familiar scent hit her. She let out a shaky breath, eyes burning, and she bit her cheek - desperately trying not to cry. The smell of him was enough to send her into a spiral.

"Y/N."

She refused to turn.

"Y/N, look at me. Please."

She moved her head in his direction but kept her eyes on the ground, refusing to meet Anthony's gaze.

Footsteps approached. Then stopped.

"I am sorry. For what happened with Sienna."

She knew he was sorry. The numerous bouquets of flowers had all had a sorry note attached to them. She'd burnt each note.

"Y/N, please believe me when I tell you how ashamed and appalled I am by my actions back then," Anthony continued, slowly approaching her. He halted a few feet away. "But believe me when I say I have changed. Because of you."

"Why, because I broke your heart?" Y/N snapped, finally looking up at him. "Because I did not come crawling back to you when she left. Because when you knocked on my door, crying and begging to be let in, I ignored you?"

Anthony was silent. Then, "No. Because I realised that... that what I wanted was here all along. I... I do not expect you to be able to understand my actions and why I did what I did... but I was in a place where irrational decisions were my coping mechanism."

"You broke me," Y/N said quietly, her voice almost lost to the rain.

"I know I did."

"Yet you still seek forgiveness." Y/N looked past Anthony, her eyes focusing on a brick in the wall. "I loved you." She looked back at him, the weight of her words sinking in. "I waited." Y/N paused, letting each word hang in the air. "I waited." Y/N inhaled deeply. "I waited for you to figure out what was going on in your head. To figure out why you constantly shirked your responsibilities.

"And I waited the night you were with her. I waited for you. I waited for you to take me to the ball so we could dance the night away. But instead you were with her. And when one lover pushed you aside you came crawling back to the other. Like I am nothing more than your second-best bed.

"One second you are refusing marriage and flirting with every woman in London and the next you are demanding a wife and children like you are running out of time. Anthony, I cannot wait for a man who does not know his own mind - I do not possess that luxury."

Anthony was crying. He was trying not to but Y/N could see the redness of his eyes - could see how his hands shook. She had never seen him show so much emotion - been so open. They were both broken and unashamed to show it.

Y/N inhaled deeply, steeling herself. "Anthony I am going to say this only once because I... I love you. Despite everything I still... I still love you. And I know I shouldn't but I cannot help it because you are intoxicating - like a drug I cannot get enough of. So. If I were to say 'I forgive you'... if I were to utter those words... what would you do?"

The rain was the only sound between the two. Anthony was looking down at the ground, eyes brimming with tears, a few dripping down his face. He inhaled deeply and looked up at her, his eyes dark.

"I would do this," he said, approaching her, only coming to a stop until he was inches away.

Anthony leant forward and pressed a kiss to Y/N's lips. His hand rested on her waist, the other on the back of her neck. Y/N tried not to lean into him as he kissed her but it was so difficult to not simply melt and give in.

As he pulled away, Anthony rested his forehead against hers, his eyes shut. His lips tasted like lemonade. Y/N inhaled deeply, his scent comforting her and bringing back so many memories.

"That's what I would do," he said softly. "That and so, so much more." He licked his lips and sighed. "I am sorry for what I did to you. For everything I did to you. I just hope you know that I deeply regret it all and that... that I will always be here, even if you never forgive me. I will always be right next to you."

Y/N was crying now. She didn't bother to hide it. The tears fell down and as Anthony looked at her his tears spilt over too, trailing down his face. Y/N reached up and placed a hand on his cheek, wiping them away with her thumb. She rested her forehead against his and closed her eyes.

Neither one knew what to do. They were at a crossing except there was nowhere to cross. To move on would be to accept the past and try to mend the pain. But the pain was still to raw for both of them. It was a deep, festering wound that wouldn't close.

They were poisoning one another but it felt too good to step away and stop. They couldn't stop.

Y/N pressed a kiss to Anthony's lips, salt water the only thing she could taste now. Her hand curled into his hair and she held him tightly, refusing to let go even as he dragged her down into the ocean.

"Tonight," she whispered, pulling back a bit. "We have tonight and then tomorrow... tomorrow we decide."

"Tonight," Anthony repeated, nodding. He opened his eyes and found her. "Tonight is ours."

He kissed her again, pushing her back against the wall, a hand trailing up her dress. For once, neither cared about who saw and whether or not they ended up in the middle of a scandal. Perhaps it would be good if they did - if society decided their future for them.

But for now, for tonight, neither cared. They moved around the pain and pretended as if nothing had happened. As if they were the only two people in the entire world.

Anthony's hand reached higher and Y/N's grip on his jacket tightened as she arched her back, everything in her aching for more. Aching for him. She wanted more. Anthony was hungry and she was so full that she let him take her.

Tomorrow she would decide.

But tonight, on the dark terrace, hidden away from the rain and from life, she let Anthony take everything.