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Cccowboy Rafa 🤠
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𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐄𝐋 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐋 - 𝐌𝐘 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 (𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒)
~ Sometimes we just need a space that gives us permission to be the best, most full version of our artistic selves, and we flourish. ~
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Aw.
Thank you. I appreciate your regard for my writing. I haven’t done it in a while and it’s partly because it’s been a minute since I’ve had a response as this.
All I can say is that I try to make it flow naturally as I hear it in my head.
And I’m so excited that you might be calling down that Rafael rabbit hole.
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Trust. He is more than just X-5. So much more. He is a hugely talented intelligent man, and that’s what makes him sexy, imo.
Thank you for reading and reblogging.
And welcome!
Cuddle Buddies
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Pairing: Roommate! Rafael Casal x Reader
Word Count: 2.4k
Warnings: Minors DNI, RPF, angst, cursing, pining, jealousy, suggestive language, butt slapping, fluff! No smut!  All errors my own. I apologize if you like the smell of patchouli, lol.
A/N: This is an answer to the following ask from @teatro-dira :
Okay so I don’t know if this is kinda weird but like an Rafael x reader were they are like really cuddly(like a lot of hugs, cuddling and stuff) friends and roommates and everyone teases them asking them if they’re dating. Then Rafael gets a girlfriend which makes y/n lowkey feel betrayed and jealous, but he doesn’t realize that. Y/n accidentally ruins their relationship(you chose how). They get into a fight, but it ends in fluff. Hope you understand what I mean:)
Here it goes! I hope you like it!
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A series of unfortunate events led you to this situation six months ago.
You were subletting Rafael’s apartment in Santa Monica when production wrapped a month early on his project in Vancouver. He had nowhere to go, and neither did you, so you agreed to share the space.
You vibed, almost as much as he and Daveed did. Folks began to call you the fourth Muskateer, for as much as you, Rafa, Daveed and his girl were always together. 
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DANAI GURIRA at The Vanity Fair Oscar Party, 2024
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Personal Growth
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Pairing: Realtor! Ari Levinson x Reader
Summary: Ari learns some things about himself.
Word count: 2.9K
A/N: This is basically porn with plot and only has a passing mention of a holiday. Sorry not sorry. I’m rusty. Let me know if you like it by reblogging please.
Warnings: 18+ ONLY Minors, DNI. Friends to Lovers, Ari has a big praise kink, he is also a service top. Size kink, copious amounts of female recieving oral sex and also cum. Raw p in v (wrap before you tap) and breeding kink if you blink. Also a lil' begging kink thrown in there. Everybody needs a shower after this one, lol.
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DO NOT COPY, REPOST, OR TRANSLATE MY WORK!
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Ari was learning something new about himself everyday.
And the City’s Finest Leadership Program was the catalyst.
When he applied, Ari thought that this program was a solid networking opportunity, a way to boost his resume, and just good for business. But this became more than he bargained for when he met you in the process. This was the opportunity of his lifetime.
At the moment, Ari was watching your ass shimmy as you line danced across the floor. He purposely got behind you before the first turn, knowing that by the fourth turn, he’d have the same glorious view again. He was working up the courage to make his move, because it was the last night of the fall retreat. Ari had learned a lot about himself, and he was going to put it to good use.
The first thing Ari learned about himself: He normally wasn’t a simp. But he was a simp for you.
“That was fun! Ari, didn’t know you had moves like that. Looking good.”
You smiled and winked at him, and Ari felt the blush rising from his chest.
Damn, what had you turned him into?
You were hot as hell, but the fact that you were a badass community activist turned him the fuck on.
The second thing Ari learned about himself: Dynamic women were such a turn on. Or maybe it was just you.
He always knew what to say to someone he was attracted to. Hell. sometimes he only had to raise his eyebrow and people would practically throw their underwear at him.
But you were different. Whenever he thought you were flirting with him, you turned around and did it with someone else else. Instead of being jealous, however, it only made him want you more.
“Thanks,” was all he said in answer to your compliment.
Your smile got wider as you grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the bar.  Another gorgeous view was his gift as he let you lead him wherever you wanted to.
You felt bold. You were finally going to make your move. 
Ari Levinson was one of the biggest business leaders in town. His company, Red Sea Realty, had the power to change the landscape of affordable housing across the city. The fact that of the 50 young leaders in your area, he was one of the seven assigned to your small group called a “family,” was nothing but fate. It didn’t hurt that he was easy on the eyes. But that was for another time, another place.
Maybe.
You didnt really think that you were his type anyway.
You’d gotten to know each other over the last 6 months, and now that the program was ending with a holiday party, you wouldn’t get another chance to shoot this shot.
About business.
As the leader of the Imani Group, a non-profit that had gained the attention of national figures, you were poised to make a change in your community. You were relentless.
Ari savored two drinks while he took the opportunity to watch your face intently with no other excuse than that he was actively listening. Your idea was flawless, and a good one at that. The alcohol restored his game a little, and he smiled at you when you were finished explaining your project.
“That is an excellent proposition Lark.” 
You smiled and ducked your head at the nickname that sprang from your group when you sang at one of the monthly retreats.
“…And I want to talk more, but it’s so loud in here. Maybe we can go somewhere more, private?"
Ari smiled at you and looked you up and down. He couldn’t hide his attraction any longer.
You gave Ari a side eye as you sipped your drink.
“Are you trying to make a move on me, BFG? Or…”
You were teasing Ari with his group nickname now. The huge man earned a moniker befitting his stature. He was a big friendly giant, especially to your group, which had become tight knit over the past half-year. He was a giant teddy bear. But right now, he seemed more like a predator.
Ari cleared his throat, that smile of yours affecting him again.
“Gotta be honest Lark. I am attracted to you. You’re smart, talented, passionate. And you could talk me into doing almost anything. That’s hot.”
You were astonished that he felt this way.
"I've wanted to... to get to know you better for months. "
You felt the same way, and his admission turned your mind from work to play. When Ari took a drink and then licked his lips, you wanted them to lick you. The liquor and the proximity of this man were heating you up.
Ari cheered internally when your eyes dilated and your lips parted. He leaned in closer.
“I’d do almost anything to make you feel what you make me feel. And more.”
He had your hand now, and was tracing patterns on your palm. You shivered as you looked down at his thick finger and you closed your hand around it, feeling its girth, the thick knuckle, the rough skin…Fuck, you wanted him.
“Most guys don’t know how to listen to what a woman wants, Ari, they just want to stick their cocks into a hole and pound away until they cum. It’s boring, to be honest.”
Ari stood up and pulled you close with the fingers that were not being given a hand job by your fist. 
“As usual, Lark, you are absolutely correct. That is a man’s goal. But what most men don’t understand is that they need to listen to their partner and attend to their needs so that they get to the point of being begged to be fucked full of cum. In any and all holes that are requested.  That is key to closing the deal.”
The next thing you knew, you were in Ari’s suite, making out on the couch. You were on his lap, grinding on the hardness which was harnessed by his pants, your hands on his beard, palms sliding up his face so that you could grab his flowing locks.
Ari growled when you tugged, and growled again when you told him that you liked it.
“You like that?”
You smiled.
“Fuck yeah. I like vocal men. And your voice right now. Making me so wet, Ari.”
Ari’s cock jumped at your words, his heart was racing and he wanted to hear more. What was going on?
“Hmmm. And do you want to be wet, little Lark?”
You nodded, eyes gleaming as you leaned over to kiss those ruby lips as Ari squeezed your ass.
Ari was breathless as you pulled away.
“Why do you want that? Whatcha gonna do with it?”
“It depends, Ari. What do you want to do with my wet pussy?”
Ari had to keep his eyes from rolling. But he did lick his lips as he spied your hard nipples through your liquid blue metallic shirt. You were really going to give it to him, weren’t you?
“So many things, Lark. Take off your pants.”
“Only if you take yours off too.”
You climbed off his lap and watched at Ari stripped down to his boxers and tried not to gasp at the huge tent in them. Damn, he was big.
You took off your pants and made a move toward him when he found his voice.
“Get on the bed. On your knees.”
You complied, looking back over your shoulder when you were in the position you thought he wanted you in.
That ass, and the dark wet spot on your panties almost made Ari snap. But he wanted you begging, like he said.
“Damn, Lark…”
The way his voice broke was everything.
“But not like that. Like this.”
He got behind you on the bed pulling you up so that your back was upright against his torso. Ari ran his hands up your sides and felt your restrained breasts underneath. You moaned as he traced your nipples through the thin material of your strapless bra, relishing the feel of his hands, and his lips on your neck. 
You moaned again, and Ari enjoyed it for just a minute, plucking your clothed nipples, before he pulled your bra cups down so your breasts could spill out. 
“Your skin, your body, Lark. Feels so good.”
“Your hands, Ari…”
Ari smiled into your skin as he rid you of your top and bra. He played with your nipples before grabbing your hair and pulling your head to the side. You gasped when you felt his teeth on your pulse point, the electric jolt traveling straight to your cunt as his delectable lips started sucking and marking you up.
You didn’t care, however, because you could feel his erection behind you and you arched to feel it on your ass. 
“Ari, please…”
“I got you, Baby…”
One of his hands moved down from your waist, cupping your pussy through your panties, and one moved up, gripping your throat. You grinded on his hand as he felt the seam of you with his long fingers through that one layer of clothes. 
“Please, please…”
“Already begging Lark? I’ve got to listen to you some more…”
“You’re so good, so fucking hot, Ari. I need you.”
Ari heated up at your words again, and all he wanted to do was to please you. It was all that mattered at the moment. 
You prayed that he would slip his finger beneath the fabric of your panties until he pulled away, smirking at your indignant huff.
“Lay down on your back.”
You did so, and you expected that he would finally take your panties off, but instead he just looked you over, as if memorizing your body. You took the opportunity to do the same.
If a man could be labeled as thick, it was Ari Levinson. This hairy, sexy big fucking giant was really between your legs right now. You were a lucky woman. You looked into those cerulean blues and read a story there. 
“You’re so beautiful, Lark.”
“I can say the same for you, BFG.”
You could clearly tell that Ari blushed before he took a knee in each hand and slowly parted your legs, letting out a long breath as he looked at your covered pussy again. Then, he gave you a look which caused you to lean up on your elbow and watch him.
His hot breath fanned your thighs as he slowly descended to lick you through your panties. Ari teased you, taking his time, licking and kissing your sensitive, needy places.
You moaned, and started tweaking your own nipple as you ran your fingers through his lustrous locks. He was moaning as he mouthed you over your clothing.
“That is such a tease.. Ari…, “ You threw your head back as you scratched his scalp. “Oh, but I love how that feels…”
Ari alternated kissing your thighs and your pussy through your panties as you pressed his head down further and ground your pelvis on his chin. The feel of the scratch of his scruff through the thin fabric was heaven.
“Fuck, Ari… I love your beard…Love how it feels on me…”
You ground on his face for a minute until Ari couldn’t resist undressing you, scratching your legs as he pulled your panties off. He stood up and quickly shed his boxer briefs. This time,  you didn’t hide your gasp. He was huge.
“What are you thinking, Lark?”
He didn’t want to scare you. Or hurt you.
Well…
“You’re so fucking big. And pretty, Ari."
You looked up into his eyes and he swore he fell in love.
"I’m thinking that I want you to stretch me out.”
Ari moaned, letting you hear his emotion. You noticed that his jaw was clenching and you knew he was holding back.
 And that got you wetter. 
Ari noticed the fluid leaking from between your folds and licked his lips.
“That sounds amazing, Lark. But as I look down at those sweet pussy lips, all I can think about right now is  my tongue sliding between them.”
You arched your back and moaned yourself as he crawled toward you and lowered his head. 
“Ari!”
You bit your lip as you watched him spit on your pussy, sliding one finger between your folds to rub it in. You knew just a few more strokes and you would be cumming.
“Oh fuck! ‘M so close already, Ari. So good!” 
You whispered as Ari’s eyes met yours. He slowly blew his hot breath on you, making you feel like an active volcano, before splitting you open with his tongue and licking one rude stripe up the middle of you. That was only the beginning, as he soon started teasing you again, licking you with single stripes and hungrily watching between each one for your every reaction. He did this for a while until you were almost in a frenzy.
Ari’s hands went under your ass and squeezed as you watched him tasting you. You grabbed your own nipples as you watched the show.
“You’re so fucking good at this, you know that?”
You were watching him moaning into your pussy as you plucked your own nipple until you reached above you and grabbed a pillow. Looking for something to tether you to earth.
“So, so so good, Ari…” 
Your hips started rotating on their own, pussy clenching as he sped up, licking and sucking your clit and watching your hole quiver as he moved away and started nipping your thigh, causing you to come back from the edge.
“Oh my god…”
It was a plea, an urgent request, and Ari just wanted to hear more of it.
You watched him as he slowly made his way back to your pussy. Once he latched on again, his hand reached up your body to grab your breasts to tune your nipples. You practically folded yourself in half to watch him begin to devour you again. At this point, you were swiping your pussy across his face.
“Lark... you're... So delicious…” 
He moaned it into your cunt.
“Squeeze my nipples!”
Ari was hard as rock at this point and humping the sheets, his precum making a lubed pocket on the linen. He had to be careful not to cum. He wanted to empty inside you.
“Oh! Right there! Oh! Your tongue….on my clit…. yesssss!”
He started shaking his head and really eating you out while his hands roamed your body.
“Gonna make you squirt.”
“Fuck yes! Oh yes, Ari!”
You squealed as he went to town, slurping as you arched into his face.
“Oh yessssssss!”
He slapped your ass and pulled you back as you started running away. You grabbed his hair and tugged at the roots as your body went rigid against his mouth.
“Oh god, Ari!... Oh goddd!"
You tried to catch your breath as you tried to inform him that he could stop. You looked down as he continued to kiss you there, and raked his hair from his eyes.
"I came.”
But Ari wasn't done. You could only collapse back on the bed when you felt him put two fingers inside you and scissor them.
“Oh god…”
Your back arched again. He was smacking his lips against your pussy again. And now you were bucking into his mouth.
“Ari, I came… no… ah, ah, ah. Yessss!”
Ari was fucking you with his fingers as you grabbed for his hair.
“Oh fuck! It’s tooo goood Ari…I can’t… I…”
"Oh Lark. I think you can. You can do anything."
And he went back to what he was doing.
In response, you just pressed his head further into your pussy.
“Oh!”
His fingers were moving at light speed at this moment as he sucked and fucked the hell out of you.
“Oh yes! My clit please, please, c-c-cumminnnnggggg!” 
You finally squirted and Ari took all that you gave, moaning into your sensitive mound. As Ari licked you up, the words popped out of your mouth.
“Do that again.”
You gasped after you said it, but Ari just grinned and obliged. You practically body rolled into his mouth as he started on you again.
“Right there… harder… oh, my clit…. Harderrr! Don’t stop!”
Ari had the nerve to turn his head sideways and lick you that way, sucking from this new angle. Needless to say, you gave him what he was looking for.
“Mmmmmm yes, give me all that creamy wet goodness, Lark…”
You tugged his hair and scratched his scalp as he licked you clean, his eyes sparkling as you scowled at him.
“You did that so well, Ari… hell…”
“Just listening to what you wanted.”
Ari was full of confidence now.
“Well, if you expect me to start beg–” Your words caught in your throat as Ari leaned up and started stroking his even harder, even bigger, and certainly slicker dick in his left hand as his right thumb still stroked your pussy. You couldn’t hide the flood of wetness that happened when you saw that sight.
“What were you saying?”
Ari was downright cocky now, but he wanted, no he needed, to hear your words of praise.
“Fuck…”
“You want what?”
Ari crawled up between your legs, which were splayed out as wide as you could get them.
“Please, Ari…”
A chill ran up his back at your small voice. But he needed it again.
“Didn’t hear you…”
And yet he was backing off the bed and pulling you to the edge so that your ass was in one hand and his cock was in the other, slapping it on your thigh so that you could feel how heavy it was.
“What do you want?”
Ari couldn’t help himself.
“I want that huge cock in my—-!”
Ari shoved himself into you in one amazingly smooth thrust. The breath was punched out of your lungs at the pleasure and your eyes rolled back into your head.
“Gggggg–” 
You couldn’t even be coherent as Ari moved slowly, all the nerves in your cunt short circuiting your brain. You forgot to do anything but feel at this moment, focused on the sensations he was giving you.
Ari’s hand circled your jaw and tugged on your chin, opening your mouth.
“Breathe, little Lark.  Wouldn’t wan’t you to pass out while I’m fucking this pussy so good..”
You gasped and then started babbling. Nodding the entire time he was ruining your life.
“So so so good. Fucking me so so so good, Ari. Don’t stop, please, please, please… Fuck me harder, Ari, please... pretty please? Gonna cum for you..."
Ari’s hips stuttered.
“B-but… No condom… need to pull out...”
Ari closed his eyes when you opened yours. 
“On the pill. Give me that good good Ari. Inside me. Please. It feels so goodddd.”
Ari’s hands were on your pelvis, holding you tight as he pounded you.
"Then look at me when I give you this cum, Lark."
The sight of your blazing eyes sent him over the edge.
“Goood goddddd.”
"Best dick I ever had, Ari.... fuckkkkk. Mineeeeee! Cumming all over my dick Ari, Ari!"
The third thing that Ari Levinson learned about himself: Your praise was the stuff his dreams were made of. He wanted it everyday forever.
“Holy—--”
Ari yelled, his cock swelling and pulsing out copious streams of cum against your cervix as your back arched and your vision went white.
When you could see, hear, and feel your limbs again, you were in Ari’s arms, both of you soaking wet.
You decided to make a joke.
“So is this a yes to my proposal?”
You laughed horsely. Ari chuckled and kissed the back of your neck before you felt his cock come to life again.
“As long as you say yes to mine down the line.”
And Ari wasn't joking.
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Ayo is like 80% legs
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I love this one
Cuddle Buddies
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Pairing: Roommate! Rafael Casal x Reader
Word Count: 2.4k
Warnings: Minors DNI, RPF, angst, cursing, pining, jealousy, suggestive language, butt slapping, fluff! No smut!  All errors my own. I apologize if you like the smell of patchouli, lol.
A/N: This is an answer to the following ask from @teatro-dira :
Okay so I don’t know if this is kinda weird but like an Rafael x reader were they are like really cuddly(like a lot of hugs, cuddling and stuff) friends and roommates and everyone teases them asking them if they’re dating. Then Rafael gets a girlfriend which makes y/n lowkey feel betrayed and jealous, but he doesn’t realize that. Y/n accidentally ruins their relationship(you chose how). They get into a fight, but it ends in fluff. Hope you understand what I mean:)
Here it goes! I hope you like it!
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A series of unfortunate events led you to this situation six months ago.
You were subletting Rafael’s apartment in Santa Monica when production wrapped a month early on his project in Vancouver. He had nowhere to go, and neither did you, so you agreed to share the space.
You vibed, almost as much as he and Daveed did. Folks began to call you the fourth Muskateer, for as much as you, Rafa, Daveed and his girl were always together. 
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Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader (Minx)
This is part two of Coercion.
Word count: 2K
Warnings: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI. Smut. Oral sex (m receiving), sex in public, creampie, cum kink, breeding kink, infidelity, manipulation, angst, rough handling, pleasurable pain during sex, violence, mentions of drug use, sex in a car, mentions of anal. Smut starts immediately under the cut.
A/N: This is for the ask below from @theselilwonders. She put in several asks for my #Djs2KHolidayVisit. Oops, Rose, this one ran away from me and became a full fledged fic. Hope you like it! 😘
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It’s a marshmallow world in the winter
The sound system in the restaurant blasted the carol as you were on your knees under the table, gagging on Ransom’s cock. He was holding your head down, pulsing at the feeling and sounds of you trying to breathe and hold it together.
It was a large booth at the back of the dimly lit restaurant, but it was still a public place.
He whispered down at you, covering his mouth with his hand so as not to be noticed.
“Damn, you do that so well, Minx.”
He coughed to cover a moan and dug his fingers into your scalp.
He’d taken to calling you Minx because of your cunning and skill in the way you came into his life.
“I’d love it if your mouth was always stuffed full of my cock, that way I didn’t have to hear it running all the time.”
You reached up and fondled his balls just the way he liked, and he exploded. You gulped his creamy white goodness down your throat, trying to capture it before it slid down his long beautiful dick. Some escaped however, and you weren’t mad.
You sat back and looked lovingly at the sight of one of your favorite things. You glanced up and saw that Ransom’s knuckles were white as he gripped the edge of the table.
“Hand me your phone, Ran. This is amazing.”
“Fucking hell…” he grunted as he fumbled for his phone. But he did it.
You snapped a few pics of his dick and you licking him clean, while Ransom mean mugged other diners who looked askance at the flash going off beneath the table.
You made sure to clean him up good before you tucked him back into his pants, but that left you a mess.
“Fuck!”
He whispered as he slumped down on the seat while you climbed back up beside him. You snapped a picture of his cum on your lips before you used the napkin to clean yourself up and reapply lipstick while you hummed A Marshmallow World.
You snapped one last safe for work pic of yourself before you casually went through his phone.
“You know. Your cum looks like marshmallow fluff. Tastes good too.” You winked at him.
Ransom responded by rolling his eyes, and watching you go through his phone. You had full access to all of his communication means ever since ‘the incident,’ one month before which resulted in Ransom proposing.
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One month earlier:
Four months after hooking him at the library event, you’d walked in on Ransom getting head from some random coed in his apartment. You kept your cool, and walked back out without a word.
Two hours later, Ransom received a video of you on Max Thirstborne’s leather couch. You’d filmed him sniffing you through your panties, hell Ransom’s $100 La Perla lace panties that he’s bought for you. He was promising to make you cum in 30 seconds or less as soon as his connect arrived with fresh powder.
In a rage, Ransom drove the Beemer over to Max’s place and saw that your car was outside.
He knocked on the door and when Max answered, expecting his blow, Ransom laid him out with one punch. He snatched you up from the couch, where you were sitting in your bra and panties wet from Ransom’s shown of force.
“Ow! Ran. You’re hurting my arm.”
Ransom released you and bent down to get in your face. You saw anger, but also hurt in his eyes.
The fucking nerve.
“Did you fuck him?”
You smirked at him.
“You fuck other girls, so why the hell not? See, what you’re not gonna do is play me Drysdale. I invented the game.”
Ransom didn’t respond to your statement. He didn’t say that he didn’t fuck what’s her name, that it was just head. He didn’t say that he’d barely been able to get it up and that he definitely didn’t cum. He just repeated his question.
“Did. You. Fuck. Him?”
His words were very precise and clear. He was getting you far wetter than Max could any day.
“No. Max’s dick is trash. Head game only marginally better.”
You didn’t finish the sentence. Not like you Ran. It’s what you wanted to say but didn’t. You were gone on him, but you didn’t tell him that. Max was more than game to let you use him to teach Ransom a lesson. Too bad he was now moaning in pain on his living room floor.
Ransom smirked at you and reached in his pocket and to pull out a black velvet box.
“Enough with the games, that pussy is mine.”
He opened the box to reveal a beautiful vintage diamond ring. Not huge, but intricate and flawless. Your eyes got wide and you looked up at him, causing Ransom’s heart to lurch. His voice softened.
“My grandmother’s ring. Harlan gave it to me to give to you.”
That’s what caused him to set you up to catch him. One last ditch effort at running away from love.
You just continued to stare at the ring and the box. This shit was getting real.
Ransom snapped the box closed and picked you up, carrying you out to the car over his broad shoulder.
“Hugh Drysdale! I don't have any clothes on!!!”
Ransom smacked your ass.
“Shut the fuck up. I’m gonna calm you the fuck down. Can’t have you out here embarrassing me.”
Ransom deposited you in the back seat and went around. You grinned until he got back in the car, and then you put on your pout.
Ransom pulled out his cock, which was long and thick and hard, just like you liked it. You crossed your arms, causing your breasts to almost spill out of your bra.
“I’m not touching that thing. It’s been playing in the trash.”
You were mad. So was Ransom.
“I took a shower. Get your ass over here.”
Ransom sneered at you and reached for you, grabbing you and slinging you over his lap.
He reached his long fingers into your crease, playing in your slick folds.
“That asswipe in there get you like this?”
You laughed in his face, then brought your lips close to his.
“Fuck no. He’s high was high as a kite when I got here. Unfortunately, you got me like this, you son of a bitch.”
Ransom grinned up at you and you could feel him moving your panties to the side as he positioned you over his fat head. He grabbed your hips and you knew what was coming, but you weren’t prepared for the stretch and the feeling of blissful, sweet sweet, pain as he slammed you down on his dick.
“Fuck, Minx. I’m gonna lock this pussy down. So fucking tight for me. Molded to my dick. That’s the only eason I’m marrying you. Shit!”
He pistoned his hips up rapidly, causing your head to bump the roof of the vintage car. You reached up to brace your arm against it and your boob popped out, which Ransom greedily took into his mouth to suck.
“Yeah, keep talking shit, Ran. Gets me hot.”
Ransom released your nipple with a pop.
“I’m gonna pump you so full of my babies, keep you barefoot, pregnant, and sucking my cock in the kitchen for the rest of your life.”
He was holding your hips steady as he mercilessly speared up into you, watching the point where his cock was gliding because of your cream. It was a beautiful sight.
“Then give me that good shit Ran baby!”
He ran his hand up your body to your neck where you had arched your back and leaned into the driver’s seat.
“Nobody can make you cum like I do. Remember that, Minx.” When his thumb touched your clit, you detonated, your hips moving wildly to milk his cock.
“I’m yours Ran! Always!”
“Holy shit!”
Ransom’s toes curled in his shoes and his vision went white as you screamed out your orgasm. He was ruined for you. So damn soft. Like a fucking marshmallow.
You collapsed in his arms, which he’d wrapped around you. You both held each other until he slipped out of you and you shivered.
Ransom moved you off of him and took off his cashmere coat.
“But I have cum running down my legs, Ran.”
Ransom smirked and handed it to you as he got out of the backseat.
“Cover up. Can’t catch cold now that you’re docile enough to fake a sweet surprise proposal at Harlan’s tonight.”
You got out as well and Ransom stood in front of you as you put it on, fixing himself as well. You inhaled his scent and smiled up at him. He let you pull him down for a kiss, his heart doing flip flops. Then, he put you in the car and buckled you in.
“The shit you put me through.”
Ransom shook his head and his mouth came near yours again, but he pulled back and closed the door. You grinned again, anticipating him slipping that ring on your finger.
For Ransom, that was the real proposal, when you finally understood that you were his.
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Ransom was annoyed, which really meant anxious. He wanted to move the wedding up. Hell, he’d even suggested eloping.
You were too damn independent for him. He seemed to be a business proposition rather than your life’s mission, unlike all the other women who were trying to marry into the Thrombey family. You needed to be tied to him with babies asap.
But you were insisting on a big spring wedding. Ransom was thinking of tampering with your birth control when the waiter came by, humming A Marshmallow World again. It seemed it was on repeat.
He never knew he could be so soft for anyone. But you had him shook. He was like a big marshmallow on the inside because of you. That’s why this fucking Christmas Carol was pissing him off.
“Need some more water ma’am?”
You smiled at him.
“No, I’m very well hydrated thank you, but I would like two fingers of Macallans on the rocks.”
Ransom took his phone back and added his order, “Same,” to the waiter without looking at him.
“And stop that fucking humming. This isn’t a gotdamn musical.”
You rolled your eyes.
“Why do you have to be such an ass?”
He glanced up at you.
“And why do you have to be such a … pain?”
He didn’t dare call you a bitch again. Not after the last time.
Ransom looked down at his phone. “Delete.”
The pictures you had just taken were gone. What you didn’t know was that he didn’t delete them, he just hid them in his private stash which was full of pictures of you. His beautiful girl.
He couldn’t let you know how he felt, however, that would just increase your power over him. Heaven knows you had enough.
“Let’s talk about the shitshow.”
You rolled your eyes again. “You mean our wedding?”
The waiter returned with your drinks, still humming. Ransom shot him a deadly look, but then you distracted him by sitting up straight, nipples perky against your cashmere sweater that matched Ransom’s so perfectly. You weren’t wearing a bra. He gazed at you, licked his lips and wondered how you were his perfect match. You were getting him hard again.
He dipped his fingers in your whiskey glass and then inched closer to you, deftly running his hand under your sweater, circling your nipple. You shivered and your nipple peaked at the touch of his hand and the cool liquid.
Ransom knew that you would taste so good when he sucked it off them. You arched into him, murmuring his name and rubbing your thighs together. You loved how he took possession of you in public. You knew you were his.
“You gonna fuck me baby? Right here in this booth?”
Ransom’s brain short circuited. It was the liquor that was intoxicating. Not you, not your beautiful brown skin or those big eyes or that voice when you said his name.
No, he wasn’t soft for you at at all. He reached for the hem of your sweater to lift it up when the waiter came by, humming A Marshmallow World again.
Ransom grabbed his steak knife and banged it on the table menacingly.
“Hum one more note of that carol and I will stab you!” Ransom growled like an animal.
The waiter stopped, wide eyed, and literally ran away.
You laughed.
“C’mon. Let’s get a room upstairs. Or should we go to your place?”
Ransom pouted. “I don’t care.” He was beyond annoyed.
You scooted out of the other side of the booth, took his hand and tried to pull. He was much bigger than you and was being an infant. He didn’t budge.
“Let’s go home. I feel like we need the lube. Want to give my big baby something special tonight.”
You chuckled at Ransom’s dilated eyes and rubbed his cock as he pulled you back toward him.
“Gonna let me have that ass, Minx?”
His heart was beating in his ears. His insides were mush.
“Yeah.”
You nodded, smiled and bit your lip. Ransom stood up and practically pulled you out of the restaurant, telling the maître’d to charge his account.
Once you got in the beemer, he sped out of the parking lot, hand on your thigh feeling you up. You reached over and turned on the radio.
A Marshmallow World started playing and Ransom groaned.
You reached over and unzipped his pants. Sitting on your knees in the seat, you leaned over to give him a hand job as he drove. You moved close and whispered in his ear.
“Give me some more marshmallow fluff, Ran. All over my hand.”
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Did you get the love I sent you telepathically?
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A Movie For Every Year I’ve Been Alive ↳ EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE ALL AT ONCE (2022) dir. Daniel Kwan, Daniel Scheinert
You are not unlovable. There is always something to love. Even in a stupid, stupid universe where we have hot dogs for fingers, we get very good with our feet.
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Pairing: Pilot!Steve Rogers x Publicist! Reader
Summary: Steve tells you the truth.
This is the next part in the Greatest series.
A/N: This is not as kinky as I promised. I had to cut this in two because I'm in the mood for love, so this has plot with the porn. Hope you like it anyway! #KinktoberMaybe
Warnings: 18+ ONLY Minors, DNI. Enemies to Lovers, and there was only one bed, fast start to slow burn, idiots in love, angst, secrets, sexual frustration, good girl kink, public sex acts, manual sex, teasing, edging, Captain kink, praise/degradation kink, dirty talk, graphic sloppy oral. Not Beta’d. All errors are on me.
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Steve glared at Bucky, silently daring him to say it. He had the urge to punch something and Bucky’s mug was very convenient at the moment. 
The only thing holding him back was the fact that Bucky was 100% correct.
“Let me get this straight. You had her. Or she had you rather, in the palm of her hand. And you left her there to take a shower and let her walk out the door?”
Steve thought back to what he was thinking when he made that decision. He realized that he wasn’t thinking, but panicking. He didn’t want the rush of hormones and emotions that flooded him after your beautiful mouth made him lose control. So he retreated to the shower, hoping and praying that you would follow him, and absolve him of having to make the decision.
All he needed was that one overture from you to make rushing forward with you before having a proper conversation.
But your pride was stronger than the physical need you had, and when you walked in the bathroom, you just fixed your face and reapplied your lipgloss, smoothing your dress down your body and looking at your ass in the full length mirror before you gave the shower a side eye when you walked out the door.
“None of it was supposed to happen… it wasn’t supposed to happen at all. I wanted to talk to her first. Before we… But she is so… I just wanted to do it right…”
Bucky shook his head. 
“You missed your chance at that, Punk. You could have told her on your date…or when we landed…or in the room, before you did disrespectful things to her.”
“Shut your trap, Jerk.”
Steve looked around the bar as people walked by. He sometimes regretted that he told Bucky everything. 
“... or at breakfast, before she sucked out what little brain cells you have…”
Steve downed his drink as he listened to his friend accurately recount his failures.
“Hey.”
Steve looked up into his best friend’s eyes.
“It’s not too late. The problem is that you riled her up and left her hanging. You better find her before one of these insanely handsome Italian men do.”
“Shit.”
Bucky chuckled as he watched Steve hurry out of the hotel and into the streets of the fishing village. He had to find you and tell you the truth.
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You loved your little sister, but she was being a monumental pain in the ass.
Hey, Sissy!
Just want to let you know that Topher and I and the rest of the peeps (except Steve of course) are going to Paris! D invited us!
I’ll send you lots of pics to post. The most romantic place on earth, eek! Enjoy the yacht ride and the accommodations. We’ll pick you up at the end of the week.
Go easy on Steve, don’t hurt him! ;)
You saw the message twenty minutes after Aria sent it, and she wasn’t picking up your calls. 
Now you were trapped in Italy with the asshole who liked to play mind games.
Great.
You looked over at the tall dark handsome stranger who was looking at you from the cafe across the street. You smiled as you realized that Steve Rogers wasn’t the only game in town.
Steve’s morning was spent searching high and low in Riomaggiore. But it was Bucky’s text that sent him flying back to the room.
Gonna take Aria and crew to Paris for the rest of the week. Don’t ask.
I can handle the two hour flight. You concentrate on Y/N, Aria wants you two to have alone time.
I gotta tell you though, Sharon thought she saw her with an Italian dude, btw…
Steve was shook when he found that you had cleaned out your stuff from the room that you were forced to share. 
He had no idea where you were.
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Hours later, you were enjoying coffee at a different cafe, alone. Luca was indeed handsome, and charming. But you weren’t quite feeling him like you wanted to. He showed you some sights, but after spending a wonderful afternoon with him, you decided you needed time to get out of your head.
So you went and got your things and transferred them to Aria’s suite. It was much more spacious than the room you’d shared with Steve. He deserved space from the horrible bitch who’d ruined his trip.
The best thing to do was to give him some space on his unintended vacation. You were a big girl. You could take care of yourself. And you needed some down time from taking care of everyone else. You would go to activities planned for Aria and Topher this week, get social media content, post it later, and make it seem as if her honeymoon was twice as long as it was. 
It was win-win.
So why did it feel as if you’d lost something?
You looked down into your cup of coffee as if you could read your future there and you heard a familiar voice.
“There you are!”
You looked up into the cerulean eyes of Steve Rogers.
You stared as he started talking.
“Listen. I know I fucked up. But let me explain.”
You scowled at him.
“Do all asshole men have the same script or something? That is one of the most basic sentences ever.”
You got out your wallet and put some euros, gathered your shopping bags and stood up.
“Y/N, I know I’m a basic bitch, but please hear me out.”
You couldn’t help but chuckle at Steve’s attempt at the vernacular. But you kept walking out of the cafe. You knew he was following you, but you kept it moving to the corner as you stopped to hail a taxi.
Steve was anxious, but he wasn’t going to let you out of his sight again. 
“I’ve rented a Vespa. I can give you a ride.”
His deep voice so close was doing things to you, but you just gave him a side eye over your shoulder.
Steve gave you a side smile in response and motioned down the street to the small red machine. You squinted at it.
“Will you, me, and my bags fit on that little bitty thing?”
“We’ll make sure we fit.”
Steve leaned toward you and gabbed your bags from you, fingers brushing against yours, sparking electricity. Your mouth opened and closed like a fish as you chased your purchases. 
“You’re not the boss of me!”
Steve stopped abruptly and turned around, causing you to stop inches from him.
“You’re right. Do you want me to leave you alone? Or do you want an explanation.”
You huffed up at him, heart beating a mile a minute at the deep bass of his voice.
“What if I want both? I need… I need to know the reason and I need to think. You’re a fucking enigma!”
Steve smiled down at you.
“I know. And I apologize. You don’t deserve the mind games.”
You exhaled.
“Thank you for that.”
“So. Do you want to go back to… wherever you’re staying tonight and talk tomorrow, or go somewhere and talk tonight and I give you space after… or….”
You realized that Steve was hurt that you moved out of the room as you looked into his eyes.
“I moved into Aria’s suite. To give you some space…”
“I don’t want… I mean. I get it.”
Steve was looking down now.
“Let’s go talk. Still have the yacht booked for tomorrow, that would be a great time for me to think.”
You watched Steve’s adam’s apple bob as he thought of you in a swimsuit.
“Cool. Let’s go.”
Steve led you to the scooter and secured your bags on the back of the Vespa as you got your helmet on. He put his helmet on and looked back at you as you climbed on behind him.
You had to be careful to tuck your dress properly, and you could have sworn that Steve licked his lips as he watched you. You decided to ignore that as you settled in.
You held on to Steve’s slim waist as loosely as you could, but you ended up with your hands dangerously close to where your mouth was this morning. You tried not to think of it as you took in the scenery and zipped through the town. Steve seemed to know his way around.
You turned into a parking area.
“The Via dell'Amore?, really Steve?”
“It’s a beautiful view. I’m not trying to mess with your mind, Y/N.”
You were wary, but you followed his lead to the trail. You were blown away as you stepped on the pathway proper and you felt Steve’s heat close behind you. It was a narrow path.
“Amazing isn’t it?”
“It’s breathtaking!”
You looked back at Steve and he smiled when he saw your face. 
“I’m glad that you like it.”
You two started to walk, and you found out that Steve had been stationed at Pisa and that’s why he knew Cinque Terre so well. 
“I bet you brought a lot of girls up here.”
You didn’t know why you cared. But he was supposed to be explaining himself.
“Fewer than you’d think. There was one local girl, but I haven’t had many relationships.”
“Oh.” 
You bit your lip as you overthought.
“I would have thought that someone who looked like you would have people falling at your feet.”
“Really?” Steve appraised you. “I might say the same for you.”
You laughed.
“I’m not everyone’s type.
“And I’ve never been more grateful to be an individual.”
You shook your head.
“Look Steve, I am really sorry for how I acted on our date. It was so wrong of me to assume about your upbringing. I understand your need to get back at me…”
“Wait. Do you think that last night and this morning was about getting back at you?”
Steve had stopped and was looking into your eyes.
“Well…”
Steve put his hands on your arms and shook his head.
“That wasn’t what that was. Man, I am such an idiot. I need to explain.”
Steve spied a stone bench that overlooked the water and led you over to it.
“This is about my childhood. And yours. About us…”
“What are you talking about, Steve?”
“What do most people ask you about your background?”
You rolled your eyes.
“Most people ask me how I became Aria’s publicist.”
Aria starred in a Disney sitcom as a teen and her recording and acting career took off from there. There were plenty of sharks, but you knew the business. When you finished college, you made sure that she would never be exploited again.
“I figured, but what about you? You’re pretty talented yourself, right? You acted a bit when you were younger, didn’t you?”
You did a double take. Not many people knew that about you.
“You’ve been researching me, Captain Rogers?”
Steve’s stomach flipped when you called him that, but he answered you.
“Not exactly. Maybe. Sort of. I know things.”
Steve plowed ahead. You decided to play along.
“So… yeah. I was in Betcha By Golly Wow when I was 10-12 years old. I played young Vanessa.”
You thought back to the days when you were considered one of the most promising young actors on broadway. You even had a Tony nomination somewhere in storage. What a time that was in your life. Aria was a toddler and your parents were still alive. It was before you had to grow up so fast. You adored Aria, but back then you were able to do something you loved in the most glorious way. 
Your arms raised goosebumps as you looked into Steve’s eyes. Something was prickling your intuition.
Steve nodded at your response as though he knew what you were going to say.
“What was your favorite part about performing on Broadway?”
“Well….”  
You looked at him again, getting this strange feeling of deja vu. There was something about this exchange that was giving you the feels.
“My favorite part of being on a Broadway show was making people happy. I loved hearing the audience sing along and laugh at my lines. I used to love the finale because everyone in the audience always got on their feet and danced along.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” 
You were breathless now. It couldn’t be. You had to be crazy.
“And after the show, I used to meet as many people as possible. And talk to them. I was thrilled when they wanted my autograph and said that they wanted to come back to see the show again. It was such a privilege to make someone’s day.”
“D’you remember any of the people that you talked to?”
“There were some that stood out.”  
You were looking at Steve in a new light now. 
“...Like the time Audra McDonald came by. And Sheryl Lee Ralph. My heroes.”
“Are those the only ones you remember?”
“I loved when we did special matinees for schools. There was one time, when we were paid by the Stark Foundation to give personalized tours for boys from a group home who were interested in acting…”
“I bet that was a real treat for them.”
You squinted at Steve, trying to erase 20 years from his face.
“Yeah. I bet. But, as you probably know very well, 12 year old boys can be assholes. I was assigned this asswipe of a kid named Brock, and he demanded that I kiss him behind the kitchen set, he also tried to feel me up, and I slapped him.”
You shook your head at the memory. Then your brow furrowed and you looked back up at Steve.
“He started to manhandle me and I got scared, because he was so much bigger than me. He grabbed my arm and all of a sudden, this scrawny little kid named Grant…”
You cocked your head sideways at Steve, almost certain now. You continued.
“…This smallish kid named Grant jumped on his back from nowhere, and managed to distract him. Of course, Brock started to get him good, but I picked up a baseball bat from the stage props and together we got him to leave us alone. I ended up…”
Your voice trailed off as the emotion of that day came back. You couldn’t believe you had blocked this all out.
“Smallish?” Steve snorted. “He was a runt.” 
He smiled at you and your heart did a thing. 
“I’m guessing.”
You smiled and nodded. 
“Right.”
“And I bet that you took that Grant kid to your dressing room and cleaned him up. Because Brock tagged him in the nose pretty good.”
You looked at Steve’s beautifully crooked nose.
“You probably taught him the dance in the second act. Even the slow dance that the grown-ups did….”
Steve trailed off, lost in the moment so long ago.
That moment when you first stared into the same blue eyes that you were looking into now came back and took your breath away.
“Great guesses. And I bet you can also surmise that I was taller than him.”
You smiled softly as you remembered the way his hand trembled at your waist, but the boldness in the way he stared at you. You bit your lip as you remembered the innocent kiss on the cheek that you gave him as he left.
Steve was blushing now, looking down at his hands as he smiled at the memory.
“Yeah. He probably hadn’t had his growth spurt yet. But I bet that didn’t matter to him. You were probably… No definitely the most beautiful girl that kid had ever seen. And that kid never forgot that day. Or you. He probably never got over it.”
You two stared at each other for a long time it seemed. You broke the silence first.
“Steven Grant Rogers.”
Your eyes appreciated his body in a new light. 
“A growth spurt indeed.”
Steve flushed again.
“I wanted to tell you at dinner, but then…”
“I assumed shit and was rude as hell.”
“Yes…”
You scoffed as Steve laughed.
“…And I didn’t know how to tell you what I’ve wanted to since the day I found out you were Aria’s sister. The first time you stepped on the plane, you didn’t recognize me the way I recognized you. And I admit, I felt some kind of way.”
You cocked your head at him.
“You were salty? Why? You've been stalking me for 20 years and I ruined your chance to make you fall in love with me?”
You were joking but Steve didn’t laugh. 
“I’m not a stalker. But I really never forgot you. I did move on. Bucky and I enlisted together and I had other relationships. But there was this ideal girl in my head that no one could ever live up to. I gave up on finding the one, because I thought the one was somewhere out there that I would never reach. And then you walked on my plane and…”
“Wait. Your plane?”
“Well.. yeah. Bucky and I own two jets, and we lease them.”
“Oh. Topher presented it as if he owned it.”
Steve rolled his eyes. 
“Anyway. Here you were. And you virtually ignored me. And then I managed to get a date with you and you were…”
“An asshole. I know.”
“Just.. not the same girl I had in my head.”
“Oh. So you’re disappointed?”
Your heart sank for some reason.
“No. You have grown up. You know who you are and speak up about it. But you challenge me, you care so much about everyone else, and you’re so fucking intelligent. And that body…”
You thrilled at that statement.
“You’re so much better than the fantasy I’d built in my head. I was intimidated.”
“You didn’t seem intimidated last night. Or this morning.”
You moved closer to him, craving…something.
“I wasn’t planning on having to sleep in the same bed as you. I couldn’t help myself.”
Steve’s hand touched your arm and moved up your neck.
“It’s like I’m drawn to you on a string… I…and this body… you’re not a little girl anymore.”
Steve looked down your cleavage and then drew away. You felt disappointed.
“I wanted to talk to you before… if… anything happened.”
Steve looked out over the water.
“And I just know that if I… if we… took it there. It would be the point of no return.” 
He looked back over to you.
“You wouldn’t be able to get rid of me.”
Your eyes were on Steve’s lips.
“So it’s like that?”
“Yes, very much so.”
“You mean to tell me that I would be dickmatized? I couldn’t quit you if I tried.”
Steve smiled cockily at you.
“Pretty sure that would be the case…”
“Try me.”
And suddenly you were on Steve’s lap, your hands in his hair as you kissed his lips and demanded entry with your tongue. You ground your crotch on him, bringing his cock to life through his pants. His hands went to your waist, thumbs caressing your sides as he took possession of your mouth. He groaned and one hand moved up to your nape, grabbing the hair there to separate you from him.
“We can’t…you’re trying to get me to fuck you on the side of a public cliff.’
You whined as Steve attacked your neck, nipping and biting you, surely leaving marks. Your clit was quivering from the pleasure and your whines got louder.
“Need you Steve…”
The last 24 hours felt like a giant tease. 
“You need time to think, remember? We’re caught up in emotion now… time to.. Fuck… think.”
“Yes. You’re right. Thinking is for winners. Not fucking like mindless animals. Wouldn’t want you to fuckme from behind like an animal with that big dick…”
“I’m so hard right now, I’d need to struggle to fit it in that tight little hole…”
You whimpered.
“It would be so easy right now. ‘M so wet…”
Steve groaned.
“Ok.. that’s it.”
He lifted you off of his lap and all you could do was look down on his hardon, disappointed. He lifted your chin to look in your eyes.
“You really will have us arrested.”
He nodded toward a security camera.
“Let’s go back to our separate rooms. We’ll talk more tomorrow.”
“Yes, join me on the yacht tour we can have a great discussion in our bathing suits. Swim in the ocean. Get all wet…”
Steve shook his head at you and grabbed your hand.
“You’re going to be the death of me.”
He led you back down the path to the Vespa and kissed you after you put your helmet on.
“I promise I won’t hurt you, y/n. I will give you anything you ask for. And you asked for space.”
“You wouldn’t hurt me, even if I ask you to?”
“You’re incorrigible,” Steve laughed at your antics.
You kept your hands in neutral places on the ride back to the hotel, resting your chin against Steve’s leather-clad back. Steve caressed your hand with his as he drove. He walked you back to your new suite, and when you reached the door you leaned back against the wall.
“Do you want to come… in?”
Steve smiled at you. 
“More than anything… but I won’t..”
You pouted up at him, chipping away at his resolve. You cursed yourself for saying you needed time alone.
“Can I have a kiss, Captain?”
Steve chuckled, moving closer to you.
“Of course…”
You dropped your bags when he leaned down, your tongue laved his lips and when he opened, you sucked his tongue. Steve moaned into your mouth as your hands came up and tugged on his hair. That was a hot wire straight to his cock. His hands began to wander, large fingers playing with your nipples through your bodice. Your sensitive buds were straining against the lace and the cotton as he teased you.
“This dress…the way you look in it. And the way you feel…”
“You’re making me so hot, Steve. Want you. Need you…I’m dripping for you.”
You pressed yourself close to him, standing on tiptoe to return the favor of marking his neck, making him reach down and gather up the hem of your dress.
“Is that so?”
And his fingers dipped into the lace of your sodden panties, moaning as he felt you.
“Fuck this feels so good, Doll. You are so slick…oh my god…”
He started to finger fuck you with two thick fingers as his thumb twirled your plucky button.
You were holding on to his shoulders for dear life at this point.
“S-steve! Fuck!”
“When you go in here. By yourself. Alone.”
It was like he was trying to convince himself. And he was.
“Don’t touch yourself. I’m claiming this pussy as mine. And I don’t want you to touch it. Be a good girl and save your orgasm for me.”
You were about to cum on the palm of Steve’s hand, so you would agree to anything.
“Jesus Steve… yes, yes! Whatever you say.”
He withdrew his hand, holding your glare as you watched him suck his fingers off, angry that your orgasm was denied. You didn’t want to be defiant, but you needed retribution.
“Then you can’t touch that cock. No matter how hard you get tonight.”
Steve gulped.
“Don’t waste any of that delicious cream on the floor or any where that I am not there to lick it off of you. If you are not going to cum inside me tonight, you better not do it anywhere.”
He smiled at your possessiveness.
“Yes, ma’am.”
He leaned down and kissed your nose.
“You’re so cute when you’re angry. You know that?”
You smiled up at him and turned around to the wall within the cage of his arms.
“I’m much cuter when you’re hitting it from the back, or so I’m told.”
Steve felt a mixture of jealousy and lust as you stuck your ass out and ground on his hard cock through your dress and his pants. He pushed his wet fingers in your mouth as his other hand went back to your pussy, teasing you to the edge again, as he molded you to his fingers.
“Such a fucking brat. I should fill all your holes…”
Your body throbbed as you thought of being used by Steve in that way.
You begged for it.
“Please Captain…”
Steve growled as he abandoned your pussy again and fell to his knees, pulling your dress up and your panties down. He pulled your hips backward so that he had access to your sopping wet crease. He needed to shut you up, and this was the best thing he could think of although you were in the middle of a public hotel hallway. Of course, he wasn’t thinking clearly since there was no blood in his brain.
Steve’s lips suckled at your clit like a man dying of thirst and just when your vision started to blur, his rude tongue forged a path up your folds to your tight ring of muscle, where he boldly dipped inside you. You grabbed his hair as he gave you a taste of what he wanted to do to you, but once again, you were denied the ultimate pleasure. He stopped just before you came all over his face.
Your head was spinning as he turned you around and fixed your dress. You looked up at him, surprised that he was upright, and that you were not on your knees next.
“Now be a good girl and get some rest.” 
He put your bags back in your hand and kissed your temple, then retreated across the hall as you opened your door. 
“G’night,” he said as you held the door open, as if offering an invitation.
“Sweet dreams,” you responded, letting the door swing closed as you pulled your dress over your head, giving him a glimpse of the lilac lace beneath your dress.
Steve’s first urge was to break the door down when it latched closed, but instead he just stood there and collected himself as he looked around for the exit and took the stairs down to his room to burn off some steam.
You leaned against the wooden door of your room, hoping in vain to cool down the fire that Steve Rogers had stoked inside of you.
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when they tell you to write a part two, but they don't even reblog
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