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seeing ppl address daisy jones and the six as a ship war is really hilarious and pretty much misses the entire point of the book that there are loves that are beautiful but sometimes aren’t right for people, there are times in your love when sometimes even loving someone isn’t enough along with the timing and the circumstances of your life. both camila and daisy deserved beautiful love and a beautiful life. there isn’t “oh this ship is better than the other” there is just time and place. neither ship is inherently better than the other they just are because people are human and they are flawed.

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you know it’s going downhill again when you’re back on the fanfic bullshit.

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Me waiting for all the new fanfictions after watching season 2 of the Witcher in one sitting

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Old Friends

Dean Winchester x pregnant reader ft. The originals

Hello friends! I have had this idea for a hot minute. I am excited for you guys to read it, and it will be more than one part. Lots of angst. Turned into a little Klaus x reader 😱

The reader is married to the infamous Dean Winchester. After a case that involves kids, Dean makes it very clear that he doesn’t want kids, even after discussing it with the reader. So when she finds out she’s pregnant she runs to some old friends, the Mikaelsons.

*Le Story*

You wiped your nose as you sped away from the bunker. You never thought you’d run. Never thought something would scare you so badly. Never thought you’d leave your true love and best friend. You were on a case. You’d had to make a tough call on who to save. You’d decided to save the kid. And now they were left without their mother. This has cemented Dean’s thoughts on kids. He didn’t want them. You’d discussed it many times and he said he was never sure, maybe to spare your feelings, but now he had made his wants very clear. You had remained silent, but a few days later, you found out you were pregnant. You thought about telling him, until you heard him talking to Sam.

“Look man, I know you don’t agree and you keep saying I’d make a great dad. But I just can’t see what you see Sammy. I know Y/n and I talked about kids but I just can’t. I couldn’t put a kid through what that kid went through, what we went through.” You didn’t even hear what Sam said. You were back to your old room and that night you were gone. You may have encouraged the boys to drink more than average, so they were out cold. You didn’t leave a note, only grabbed an old flip phone from an old friend. You arrived in New Orleans late at night, like it hardly mattered to Klaus. He greeted you at the door, a smug smile on his face before it vanished and he pulled you into a hug.

“Y/n love, breathe. Tell me what happened, before I go there and tear out their hearts.” He said soothingly.

You couldn’t get a word out. You stood there for a bit before he heard it. The second heartbeat. He put you at arm's length before looking you in the eye.

“Is this why you’re so upset love?”

“Yes. He doesn’t want a baby. I couldn’t stay.”

He nodded silently before giving you another hug and a kiss on the forehead. He silently led you to a spare room and helped you get set up. Elijah and Rebecca returned at some point, Rebecca squealing in excitement to have another girl in the house, and even more at having another baby around the house. You weren’t sure how long you’d stay, but Elijah, every chivalrous, offered to let you stay as long as you wanted. You were nearly in tears because of hormones and the love they showed you. Haley popped by to say hello and said if you ever needed advice you need only ask.

You spent the following few weeks settling in. You disconnected your phone and got a new one, and got used to the antics of the Mikaelsons. Marcel checked in, usually bringing snacks and letting you know you were not only under the Mikaelsons protection, but his as well. The witches of the quarter had no beef with you, and actually had you help communicate with the vampires over certain issues. You had a few hidden powers of your own, but they seemed to dwindle as you progressed in your pregnancy. And so you were currently with Davina, she was making a new hex bag to hide your location from Crowley, Cas, and anyone else who the Winchesters may ask for help.

You may have been panicking. You could have stayed and tried to explain it to Sam at least. But you were terrified. Dean sounded so sure, you were sure nothing would ever change his mind. And you wanted a baby. So badly you would do anything. Hunting was dangerous, especially if you were pregnant, so you couldn’t have continued and hid your pregnancy from them. You were emotional a lot. Klaus was often in your room in the middle of the night, comforting you and your broken heart. You missed Dean so much, you often thought about going back. But then you’d get scared again, and the endless cycle continued.

Today was a good day. You were about 5 months along at this point. You hadn’t really felt the baby move, which would concern you but Klaus said he heard a strong heartbeat. You were reading through some lore books that Elijah had found in their library. It was interesting speaking with them about the different monsters that existed out there. It seemed as though there could be different “breeds” of vampires, werewolves, and witches. All with different origins and different beliefs, powers, etc. You were currently talking to Klaus about Wendigos and how he would win in a fight with one.

You had developed a habit of having your hand on or near your baby bump, just to reassure yourself it was real. So you felt immediately when the baby kicked. Klaus was boasting his strength when you put your hand up, silencing him. Before he could say anything you stood up and grabbed his hand, placing it where you felt the baby kick. His eyes lit up, a wide grin on his face.

"Hello little warrior. I am your uncle Klaus, and I will always be here for you." He smiled up at you, pulling you into a tight hug.

"Klaus, please let go, I need to pee."

"Sorry darling, caught up in the moment."

You gave his arm a squeeze before waddling to the bathroom.

"So… when are you going to tell her, brother?" Elijah spoke softly.

"Not now brother, not when she has so much on her plate already. She mustn't know I'm in love with her. "

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Bro quick kiss me on the lips I need it for character development

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absolutely adore the concept that superpowers are actually super inconvenient when it comes to normal life. not the responsibilities of being a hero, just the practical considerations of the powers themselves. superman spends $20k a year on refrigerator repairs bc he keeps ripping the door off by accident

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is this how anthony mackie and sebastian stan pitched their marvel show to marvel hq

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Two types of  Slow Burn

Type I

100k of pining, accidental hands touching, sex dreams that end with passionate smut in the last chapter.

Type II

They raw each other in the first part of chapter 1, then spend 100k in denial, misunderstanding, and self-doubt

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OMG what a twist!! Need a part 2!

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ azriel x reader

.・゜-: ✧ :- for years, azriel is haunted by you

It started with a flicker. A smell left in his nose when he woke, the sounds of laughter in the wind. It started with flashes of color in his dreams, longing in his chest when he woke. Azriel couldn’t begin to describe the feeling, his shadows urging him to find them.

Who were they? The one who haunted his dreams and wake?

“Who are they?” Cassian asks during training one afternoon. There’s a chill in his bones, flickers of you resting behind his eyes. The night before was the first time he’d seen anything other than vague happenings. He nearly considered skipping today. How could he explain it? He looks out into the city, his face not betraying a thing as he inquires, “Who?” Cassian scoffed, tying his hair back with a piece of leather. “Stop playing stupid. I’ll figure it out eventually. At least tell me their name — the one that makes you happy,”

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Hi darling!

Can we pleaseeeeeeeeee, pretty please get a smut with Az?

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* azriel x reader

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ azriel visits a pleasure hall. sm//ut

The pleasure hall was bustling with life. Snow still coated the streets, the wealthy lords and ladies visiting the Winter Viola in an effort to escape the cold. The few days since Winter Solstice making the mood lively. Garland twirled around the staircase, the faelights reflecting off the silver material. Your eyes ran over the room, falling onto the male in the corner, standing near the door.

Azriel.

A regular of yours. You pushed yourself off the lap you were seated on, passing by Clarice and requesting she take your place. She’d merely raised her chin back, a grin enveloping her red painted lips as she squeezed your arm. The male took her easily, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her onto him. You passed a group that was nearly screaming the lyrics of a song, a female leaning into a male as she laughed, nearly falling over. He gripped her shoulders, keeping her upright. It brought a small smile to your lips.

You approached Azriel, leaning against the wall beside him. “You’re back sooner than expected,” You cocked your head to the side. Azriel had always been predictable in his visits. The more he was stressed, the more he came. He’d been here six days prior. He’d always wanted you. He never made a move to have any of the others that came.

Azriel only took a step closer, eyes dark with lust and that darkness that often filled them. You laughed, placing a hand on his arm. “I’m beginning to think you’re enjoying my attentions,” Azriel’s lips tilted upward. “And I’m beginning to think your attempts at flattery are failing,” You rolled your eyes, a charming tone to your voice, “Then why do you keep returning, my Lord?”

Gruffly, Azriel tells you, “I’m no lord,” You shrugged, mostly a flirty banter you’ve attained with all of your customers. You didn’t care what their status was as long as they paid you. With Azriel, you wondered if it was different. He left you yearning. You’d known you had that same effect on him. You’d known that he wouldn’t leave you entirely. Cauldron, you enjoyed having that power.

You led Azriel back into the dimly lit room you occupied. A glamour kept the smell of other males out, banishing it once you were done. Only you remained, the scent clinging to the pillows, bed, and sheets. Azriel stood at the door, “Strip,” He says. His voice is as chilled as the ice frozen over the streets. You shivered at his tone, sparks in the pit of your belly igniting. You curled your fingers around the hem of your green dress, pulling it over your head and tossing it onto the floor.

Your nipples peaked in the cool air, Azriel closing the space between the two of you. He cupped your breast, flicking his scarred thumb over the nub. His mouth met yours, pushing you ungently onto the bed. You hadn’t minded. You’d certainly taken worse to bed.

You pulled yourself up to begin unlacing his trousers with nimble, skilled fingers. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, waiting for his move. With Azriel, it was best to follow his lead. He hadn’t wanted you to take control. Even when you rode him, his grip on your hip or the grunts of pleasure guided you along. He nodded once. You pulled his cock out, wrapping a hand around it. Your lips were inches away from the tip when he grabbed a fist of your hair. “Not yet. Get on the bed — your hands and knees,”

You caught on the agitation in his voice, the clipped words that offered nothing but the anger simmering beneath the surface. You did as he bid, your knees sinking into the bed as you braced yourself for him. The darkness blinded you, a gasp falling from your lips. “Stay quiet,” He says. You bit your lip, silencing the sounds that threatened to fall as Azriel grabbed your hips, fingers digging painfully as he positioned himself at your entrance. He slid in easily. Though, he hadn’t bothered to check if you were slick.

You could only wonder what had left him in such a foul mood. Azriel buried himself to the hilt, a hand coming to curl around your hair to pull your head back. He began to move, hissing at the wet sounds that filled the room. His grip, bringing tears to prick your eyes, only tightened.

You were filled to the brim with Azriel, unable to determine where he ended and you started. Your heart fluttered in your chest as you ground against him as he drilled into you. Staying silent was nearly impossible. Though, the sounds of pleasure were more than enough to make up for it. You could feel the fire building in the pits of your stomach, only growing hotter and brighter when Azriel seemed to chase it.

His thrusts were hard — nearly painful — as he took his frustration out on you. His anger and resentment at the world. He was fond of you, you knew. You feared what he’d do to those he hated. His nails left behind bloody indents, your fae body already beginning to heal what had torn. “You’re mine,” He snapped suddenly. “Only mine. Say it,” You were silent for a moment, a moan filling the room as his hips snapped against yours. You wished to see him — to see what expression was on his beautiful face. What emotions danced in his eyes. You felt his shadows tighten around you, snaking up to find your clit.

His hand smacked against your ass. “Say it,”

You nearly wanted to laugh. Cauldron, you were a whore. You’d go through a dozen males and females in a week. You could hardly belong to one male. You didn’t think you’d want to. Something spurred inside you. The nearing release or—or something else. You forced the words out. “I’m yours, Azriel. Only yours,” His pace became sloppy, quicker, and harsher as he chased something you could never understand.

His shadows curled around your bundle of nerves, the feeling was unlike anything you could ever dream of achieving on your own or with someone other than Azriel. He bent over you, biting your neck harsh enough to draw out both a whimper of pain and pleasure. “Swear it,”

You reached your peak after Azriel spilled inside you. “I swear it,” You told him. His shadows left your eyes, blinking at the light in the room. White and black spots speckled your vision. “I swear it,” Azriel released your hair, pulling out of you. He dripped out, coating your thighs in him. You panted, breath fleeting as you looked up at him. There was a desperation in his eyes. “Azriel—” You began.

He pulled his trousers up, not lacing them shut as he pulled out a piece of paper, a sum written on it. You’d need to exchange it for coin. He left without another word. You stared at the door, ignoring thousands of questions you knew you’d never get the answer to.

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AHHHHHH I definitely would love to be tagged in the second part because the ending has me shook!

Unrequited

azriel (acotar) x reader

Summary: takes place during acofas, you and Azriel are mates but he doesn’t know it yet, angst, fluff, and everything in between

*Also this is my first imagine ever so I’m sorry if it sucks lol! There will be a part 2 to this, but I am still working on it!!

word count: 3927

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The winter solstice was in a few days and you weren’t sure what to get some of the inner circle. You walked briskly down the streets of the Rainbow, chilled to the bone due to the wind. You had made the dumb mistake of rushing out of the townhouse - to avoid any questions of where you were going - without taking your scarf. Your current outfit, which was a chunky knit blue sweater with leggings and boots, wasn’t enough to keep the chill away. But the cold wasn’t the most important thing on your mind. You had already bought presents for Rhys, Feyre, Amren, and Elain, but that left Cassian, Mor, and Azriel. Mor and Cass would be pretty easy to buy for, but you put it off knowing they would look through your room trying to find their solstice gift. But Azriel, that would be much harder.

Every waking hour, the shadowsinger haunted your thoughts. Something you had come to conclude was unrequited.

You had realized the mating bond between you two before he did.

It had clicked a few months ago while on a diplomatic mission. The aftermath of Hybern had left things chaotic, and if you were being honest, it still was. Rhys decided to send Cassian, Mor, Azriel, and you to travel to some of the other courts to bring back reports on the recovery after the war. However, traveling did have some dangers. While you were on your way back to Velaris from the Winter Court, your group was ambushed by a group of Hybern soldiers who had been hiding out in the mountains. Had it not been for Azriel’s wings shielding you from the initial arrows, you would’ve surely been dead, and that’s when it clicked for you. But like an idiot, you didn’t say anything.

You had thought if the bond had clicked for you, it would’ve clicked for Azriel too. You realized your mistake when Azriel hadn’t acknowledged any change between you two. You hoped that he would figure it out in the coming weeks, but he didn’t. You knew the same sort of situation happened with feyre and rhys so you still held out some hope. But as the months went by, and you realized the bond still hadn’t clicked for Azriel and it felt too late to tell him.

At least that was the excuse you made up. Truly, you were also afraid of the rejection that could have followed. You weren’t a fool, you knew him and Elain had some sort of connection, and that shattered your dreams even more. The possibility that he wouldn’t accept the mating bond to be with the fair skinned, doe eyed fae. Everytime Azriel was in the same room as Elain, she was the only thing he would pay attention to. During gatherings, you would plaster on a smile and act as if you were happy, but Cassian and Mor, your best friends, could sense your discomfort. They tried to ask you about it, but seeing as you would shut down anything they said, they decided not to pry too much. Amren ended up figuring out the source of your discomfort had to do with Azriel, but kept your secret until you would be ready to share it.

You came to the conclusion that distancing yourself from him would be the best option, so that’s what you did.

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“my child is fine” your child wants to marry multiple fictional characters

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You’re not alone anymore...

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today i offer you dad percy playing videogames 😌😌

and yea in my world genetics make babies have the exact same haircut as their dad 😌

if you like my artwork, consider supporting me on ko-fi! 😸❤️

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twelve year old annabeth and percy were like “we are going to be assholes to each other. on purpose ❤️”

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Fred Weasley

A Different Smile

There You Are, Love

George Weasley

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Pool Party Disaster

Notes: Well y'all, because I'm the worst, this has been sitting in my drafts for the better part of a year. It was supposed to be for @kayteewritessteve's writing challenge...and then I lost every single motivation I had to do anything I enjoyed. So it's 100% late and who knows how it really turned out. But I finished it so here ya go!

Description: Steve and you are in a secret relationship, but it may not be so secret anymore after some semi-public sex.

Based off the prompt: "I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one would notice."

Warnings: NSFW +18. Minors DNI.

You watched lazily as a bead of water rolled down Steve’s shoulder blade, past the dip of his back, and disappeared into his swim shorts. In a large group of people, you knew you should look away, but it felt impossible to drag your eyes away from the place where the shorts hugged his muscular thighs.

“You know you’re drooling, right?”

Snapping your eyes in the other direction, you shifted to find Bucky hovering behind your chair with an annoying smirk on his face. Folding your arms roughly, you ignored the heat in your cheeks. “I was not.”

“Yes, you were.” Bucky said as he moved to sit in the pool chair next to you. “But it’s okay, I don’t think anyone else saw.”

“There was nothing for anyone else to see anyways.” You said snarkily.

“You two aren’t discrete at all, you know? Steve practically popped a boner when you walked out in your suit. Somehow all these other idiots just haven’t put two and two together yet.”

Truthfully, you weren’t surprised that Bucky had figured it out. He was Steve’s best friend and a trained assassin. It’d been more surprising to you that it had taken him this long. You and Steve had started this, whatever this was, over a month ago and no one had mentioned it yet.

There was a part of you that wanted to deny it just for the satisfaction of seeing Bucky question himself, but the other part felt relieved that someone finally knew. And as you glanced over at Steve, laughing with Thor about something, you knew, no one denies Steve Roger. He’s the kind of guy that girls trip over themselves to get a few moments of attention.

“Look, Buck-”

“It’s fine, it’ll be our little secret.” He squeezed your arm lightly, clearly seeing all of the thoughts on your face. “Why not let you two have your fun while you can. You know Tony will blow a gasket once he finds out.”

The idea of your brother finding out about your budding romance with the supersoldier wasn’t exactly something you wanted to think about today. Clearing your throat, you gave Bucky a smirk with a bit of gratefulness behind it.

“Although, I’m still amazed you’ve been able to keep it a secret from the little play-boy genius.”

“It’s not like we’re making out right in front of him, Buck.” You said, irritated.

“No, you were just practically undressing him with your eyes like a love-sick teenager.” Bucky guffawed loudly, and you shoved him backwards futilely. He stayed planted to the chair, snorting at your weak attempt. “Okay, fine, I’ll drop it. I’m just saying, you better get a plan together before Tony stumbles upon it on his own. After the Accords and...well, you know he’s not Steve, or my, biggest fan.”

“I know...you know I don’t blame either of you for that though.”

“We know you don’t, doll. It’s still hard to live with.” Bucky said with a grimace.

“Buck, it wasn’t you. And I’m glad Steve protected you from Tony. You’re his best friend and he needs you in his life.” Reaching forward, you squeezed his hand until he looked up at you. “Besides, who else would annoy me if you weren’t around.”

“You know you love me.” He scoffed, giving you a big grin. “So what are you guys gonna do?”

“Eventually, we’ll work on a plan, but for right now, thanks for keeping it quiet. You’re a great friend, even if you are a sadistic ass sometimes.” You smiled and patted his leg before standing up and moving towards the patio door that entered into the huge kitchen.

To your back, Bucky shouted, “Baby, you don’t even know the half of it,” making you shake your head and giggle. Sliding the door closed, the rest of the noise from the backyard hushed to a dull roar.

You made your way toward the island, in search of something to snack on. Finally you located some tostitos - score! Pulling out a handful of chips, you turned to watch the party through the glass panes that took up the whole fourth wall.

You were pretty sure that Tony had invited the entire company for his barbeque and no one dared to decline. He wasn’t exactly scary or anything, but he definitely liked things a specific way and he always made a mental note if someone wronged him - in his eyes. That was the reason it was so hard to admit this thing with Steve. It wasn’t a secret that Tony didn’t like Steve and he wouldn’t be too happy to know that his little sister might be falling - hard - for the supersoldier.

The sound of the door opening and closing brought you back to reality and you looked up to find Steve watching you intensely from the other side of the kitchen. The light framed him, reflecting on the few drops of water on his chest, and his hair was spiked from where he’d run his fingers through it.

“Hey there, soldier.” You said, smiling sweetly at him.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He replied, walking around the island to you. “You look like you’re having fun.”

“Yeah, it’s alright. Not as much fun since we have to keep our distance.”

“Seemed like Bucky was keeping you company.” He said curtly, his gaze focused on the solo cup on the counter.

You raised an eyebrow, “um, yeah I guess so.” Steve hmphed grumpily. “He was teasing me about being so obvious while I checked you out. He said we’re not discrete enough to be having such a naughty fling.”

Surprised, Steve lifted his eyes to meet yours. “Oh. I thought... Well, I thought he might be-”

“Hitting on me?”

“Something like that.”

Reaching forward, you slipped your hand into his. “He wouldn’t be dumb enough to do that, Steve, when I’m so obviously into you. I couldn’t keep my eyes off you all afternoon.”

Steve let out a breathy laugh and shook his head. “I’m sorry, doll. I guess it’s just seeing you like this has my head all cloudy. It’s hard not to imagine every guy being attracted to you looking like that.”

“Are you serious? I’ve been watching these vultures circle you all day hoping to get a shred of your attention. It’s ridiculous.” You laughed haughtily and hopped up to sit on the counter top. “I think one girl jumped into the pool in front of you like six times trying to catch your eye.”

“Really? I haven’t even noticed.” Steve said, amusement in his voice, as he moved to stand between your legs. “I was too busy focusing on how incredible you look and how much I wanted to have you wrapped around me.”

You let out a shuddered breath as he dipped his head down to press a kiss against your exposed shoulder while his hand moved under your top and pinched your hard nipple. Every time he talked like that, so different from his public image, it made you black out. There was only the tiniest voice telling you that anyone could walk in at any moment.

“You’ve got to stop talking like that or I won’t be able to control myself.” You panted, glancing over your shoulder to make sure no one had spotted you through the tinted glass.

Steve’s lips trailed up your neck until his teeth nipped at your earlobe, sending a shiver down your spine. “What if I don’t want you to control yourself?”

Lord have mercy, this man was going to kill you.

“I’ve been so desperate to have you all day, sweetheart. I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one would notice.”

“What if someone’s watching?”

“No one’s watching us. They’re all too scared of Tony to look for us.” His fingers on his free hand traced back and forth along the tops of your thighs, leaving goose bumps where he touched.

“Aren’t you?” You forced yourself to ask.

Steve leaned back to look at you, “Scared of Tony? Nah. I’ve fought him for the people I love before, and I’ll do it again if I have to.”

You couldn’t help the smile that grew from his words and shifted closer to his body, letting the heat of his skin radiate through you.

Breaking the silence, Steve’s gruff voice said, “Now do you want to explain why you snuck out of my bed before I could have my way with you this morning.”

You hadn’t meant to leave him hanging this morning, but you’d been late for your meeting already, and if the hard-on pressed against your ass was any indication for how the rest of your morning would go, you couldn’t risk being any later.

“I-I was late for a meeting that I couldn’t miss.” You managed to stutter as his mouth trailed down and sucked on the pulse point in your neck, knowing that always drove you crazy. “I’ll make it up to you tonight, I promise.”

“I don’t want to wait until tonight,” He nudged your thighs apart more and ran his index finger along the edge of thin material covering you, rolling your nipple with the other hand. “I want you now.”

Before you could protest, he pressed his thumb against your clit through the bottoms and captured your mouth in a kiss, swallowing your moan happily. Your lips parted and his tongue slipped against yours. In just a few moments, he had you worked up and you were grateful that the swimsuit was absorbent. Then, with no hesitation, he broke your kiss and dropped to his knees, his pupils blown with lust.

“Steve,” you hissed, “what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“I’ve been dying to taste you, sweetheart.” He said as he pulled the fabric to the side hastily and ran his tongue through your slit. Your mouth fell open in a silent moan and, instantly, you ran your fingers through his hair. “God you’re amazing.”

“Don’t stop.” You breathed out.

Quickly, he sucked your clit and flicked his tongue back and forth over it, causing your eyes to roll back with intense pleasure. His finger teased at your entrance and, with one look up to your blissed-out face, he pushed in one finger to the knuckle.

As slow as he could, he dragged his finger out of you, hooking it just right against your g-spot, then pushed it back in. Each time, playing with your clit in the same rhythm. You were dripping wet but Steve wasn’t letting any of it go to waste. The warm feeling was growing in the pit of your stomach and you knew this orgasm wouldn’t take long at all.

You were beginning to regret not waking him up this morning.

His other hand cupped your ass and pulled you closer to his face just in time for him to hit your g-spot and your clit at the same time, pushing you just over that edge. Fire raced through your veins as you rode out your high, his moans sent vibrations through your body that made you buck against him harder. His hands gripped you tightly to keep you sat on the counter until you started to come down, his mouth still working against you in gentle motions before letting your suit snap back into place.

Slowly, he pressed a soft kiss to each of your thighs and stood up, letting you pull him in for a kiss and you moaned as the taste of yourself hit your tongue. You let your hands roam down his chest to stop at the top of his shorts. Only hesitating for a second, you pulled them down enough to reveal how hard Steve was.

“Can I fuck you, baby?” His breathing was ragged, his lips brushed against yours, as you pumped him in your hand.

All your inhibitions went out the window and all you could do was whimper in response. With one swift motion, he jerked your suit to the side and pushed into you, both of you groaning in pleasure. He didn’t pause to give you time, instead, he began thrusting into you mercilessly.

Your head tipped back, letting him drop his lips to your exposed neck. He slammed into you over and over, rocking your body on the counter, and you dug your nails into his shoulder, desperate for something to ground you.

“Feels so good, sweetheart.” Steve murmured. “Were made for my cock.”

His dirty words made you moan, and you tightened your legs around his waist in response. Slipping his hands under your ass, he lifted you up so he was hitting a deeper angle. With the change, you slipped your hand between your bodies and started circling your clit, bringing your orgasm closer.

“Don’t stop, Captain.” You huffed.

The second you used his title, his eyes darkened with lust and his speed picked up as he stroked into you roughly. Each time, he hit the perfect spot and your eyes rolled back in your head. Your hand had stopped moving, distracted by what Steve was doing. Pushing your hand to the side, Steve moved into the spot and rubbed in sync with his movements.

“You gonna be a good little girl and cum for me?” He growled.

A few more thrusts and your orgasm washed over you and you clenched around his dick in pleasure. Immediately, he attached his lips to yours in a passionate kiss and you slipped your hand into his hair to tug him closer. He pulled out of you two more times before he faltered and his own orgasm hit him. You could feel him pulsing in you and there was no stopping your own body squeezing him for everything he had.

Both of you were panting, trying to catch your breath, occasionally making eye contact and laughing about what had just happened. Gently, he pulled out of you and tucked himself back into his shorts before reaching for a few napkins on the counter and cleaned you up as best as he could.

“Thanks, soldier.” You giggled, adjusting your suit bottoms.

Steve opened his mouth to respond when FRIDAY interrupted. “Mr. Stark requests your presence in the study.” All the bliss drained from your body instantly. You whipped your head around to look at Steve but his face was already hard as stone. Sliding off the counter, you dragged yourself toward the study with Steve trailing behind you, silent as a shadow. You lingered at the door for a moment before pushing the door open and walking in.

Behind the desk, Tony sat back in his plush chair with his hands steepled together. His lips were tight together in a harsh line and he was glaring daggers into Steve behind you.

“On the counter? Really? I eat there.” Was all he said.

“H-how did you know?” You squeaked.

“I always ask FRIDAY to inform me of any... inappropriate behavior when I throw a party.” Tony raised a brow incredulously, “People are animals and can’t keep their hands off each other in public, clearly.”

“Hey,” Steve snapped, “keep it respectful.”

“Why don’t you take your own advice, Cap.” Tony jumped up. “That’s my little sister you had your filthy hands all over.”

You blanched at the thought of Tony seeing what you’d just done.

“I’m sorry that you had to find out this way, but that doesn’t give you the right to judge either of us.” Steve took a step toward Tony. “I’m well aware of some of your indiscretions in your past.”

“Indiscretions are way different from absolute betrayal.”

“I think you’re being a little dramatic now, Tony.” Steve ran his hand through his hair in frustration. “I think I deserve to be dramatic after my sister was being railed on my kitchen counter.”

“That’s enough,” Steve stood in front of Tony and balled a fist into his shirt roughly, “you’re not going to talk about her like that again.”

Neither of them paying attention to you, you backed up and dropped onto the couch. Tears swelled in your eyes and rolled down your cheeks. This was the worst case scenario of your brother finding out - no, this hadn’t even come up in your list of worst case scenarios. You were absolutely mortified that a moment like that had been captured on camera.

Not able to stop it, a sob slipped from you and you buried your face in your hands. Steve’s eyes moved from Tony’s face down to you, instantly releasing Tony’s shirt and moving to your side.

“Sweetheart, don’t cry.” He wrapped his arm over your shoulder and tucked you into his chest, making you cry harder, your body shaking violently.

“Ahh kid, I...” Tony trailed off, shoving his hands into his pockets.

Steve glared at Tony harshly, then leaned down to kiss your head. “Baby, I need you to try and take some deep breaths. Can you do that for me?”

Lifting your chin with his fingers, he waited patiently until you made eye contact with him. Your eyes were red and puffy from crying, but Steve didn’t judge, only waited until you nodded slightly. He took a deep breath and you followed his motions, inhaling deeply, holding at the top, and releasing it slowly.

Steve held your focus as he breathed with you until you stopped shaking and the tears were dried on your cheeks. He gently cradled your face, wiping your cheeks with his thumbs, before kissing the tip of your nose.

You knew, without a doubt, that you loved Steve more than anyone you’d ever been with. The fact that he’d helped you through this breakdown had just made it more clear that he was the one you wanted to be with. Your eyes fluttered shut and you worked up the courage to look at your brother. Turning to him, you grimaced at the blank look on his face.

“I’m sorry about how you found out, Ton. But I’m not sorry for loving Steve. He’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I’m not going to let your own emotional problems get in the way of my happiness.” You croaked, your throat raw from crying.

Tony’s face fell and he had the decency to look ashamed. “Kid, I didn’t mean to make you cry. I’m sorry for what I said. I guess I was just in shock at...”

“I know this isn’t easy for you, but believe me, this wasn’t how I wanted you to find out either.” Steve squeezed your hand in support and you gave him a small smile.

“You really care about her, Rogers?”

“No, Tony.” Steve said and your head snapped up to see him grinning at you, “I love her. I’m in love with her.”

Not having a care in the world, you launched yourself at him to give him a huge kiss. Steve chuckled but kissed you back with the same enthusiasm. Tony groaned and grumbled until you leaned back, a blush on your cheeks.

“Look, I guess this all fine and dandy, but let’s try to keep the displays of affection in front of me to a minimum. I already have to bleach my eyeballs and I don’t need any more reasons.” Tony headed toward the door, avoiding looking in your direction again. “And Cap, if you hurt one hair on my baby sister’s head, I will blast your ass all the way to Wakanda.”

You and Steve bust out laughing and you let him haul you to your feet. He held your face affectionately and you leaned into his touch.

“Since we’ve got Tony’s blessing now, you want to sneak home for round two?” He teased.

“No way, Captain. Now that we’re free, I’m planning on spending the whole day with you in the pool.” You took his hand in yours and pulled him to the door. “Besides, I’ve got to show all those girls who you belong to.”

“Belong to?” Steve darted forward and flipped you over his shoulder, smacking your butt playfully. “I think you’re all mine, baby.”

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