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angrythingstarlight · an hour ago
A Word of Advice
Summary: You're having a bad day and need to vent to your boyfriend. Ransom has a unique way of doling out his very unique, helpful advice.
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Pairing: Ransom x reader
Warnings: Slight pain kink if you squint, major degradation kink, Ransom being an ass, smut, minors DNI.
A/N: I don't write Ransom, so don't shun me for this badly written piece. Beta'd by the wonderful @whisperlullaby.
Do not copy, repost, translate or rewrite my work. Feedback is wonderful, I love likes, comments and reblogs.
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Ransom knows that you’ve been having a bad day. He knows. A flurry of unread texts on his phone reveals what kind of day you’ve been having. The mood you’re in. That you're going to storm and want to talk to him about your day.
He knows.
Nothing has gone right since you left the house this morning. Ransom knows you’re upset, cranky, and tired.
He knows. He’s prepared for it.
You barge into the house, the front door bouncing off the wall as you throw your bags and jacket into a heap on the floor. Grumbling under your breath about how it’s funny how everything always seems to be your fault, you kick the door shut and toe off your heels.
“Ransom.” Your voice echoes across the dark, quiet first floor of the house. You call his name again, louder, more urgent because you need him. Fuck, after a day like this, you need that sweater-wearing bastard more than sleep.
A simple, “upstairs Princess.” and you’re turning away from the kitchen and walking to the staircase. “Been waiting for you.” His deep voice floating down to you, comforting and smooth.
Rolling your shoulders, you grasp the railing leading to the second floor and pull yourself up the stairs. Your aching feet protesting with each step as you trudge to the bedroom.
Shoving the door open, you see Ransom sprawled over the sheets.
He’s a mouthwatering sight. A tempestuous Greek painting come to life.
One long leg bent, the other stretched across the bed, an arm flung behind his head as he bites into a lavender macaron. Your lavender macaron, you only had one left, ugh forget it, you knew better than to leave it behind this morning.
He shifts his weight to one elbow, the pair of small burgundy silk boxers clinging to his muscular thighs spread tight over his prominent bulge.
“What’s wrong, princess?” His soft tone a juxtaposition to the gleam in his stormy blue eyes which you miss because you're mesmerized by his hand drifting over his abs. "Talk to me."
Tearing your gaze away from his broad, chiseled chest, you launch into your rant. Ransom is uncharacteristically quiet, nodding encouragingly as you pace around the room. He finishes his cookie and brushes a stray crumb off his abs before standing up.
You’re so caught up in venting about your boss, that one fucker who keeps messing with you for no damn reason that Ransom is able to undress you between murmuring sympathetically. The small throaty noises emitting from his throat encouraging you to continue as he unbuttons your shirt.
By the time you get to how you’re shouldering the brunt of the work with none of the credit, he as your skirt pooled around your feet.
You sputter to a stop when he hooks his thumbs under the band of your panties and slides them down. You look down bemused when you realize you’re naked and so is he. Tilting your head, you glare at him. “Are you even listening to me?”
He cranes his head back and grins, an almost boyish smile that has you smiling back at him. “I heard every word, Princess.”
Warm hands caress your calves and his tongue flicks out to wet his bottom lip. “You can keep talking or I can fuck the stress out of you.” He offers with a wink that has your knees buckling.
You pause, your teeth pulling your bottom lip into your mouth. You could use a good stress reliever. Ransom decides you’re taking way too long to decide if you want his cock or not, he’s insulted you’re not already on your knees begging for a taste.
His large, very warm hands slide up to your thighs and cup your ass. A firm, powerful squeeze makes you whimper, he brings his face to your mound and he inhales you, the soft sound ending in a vulgar moan. A shiver wraps down your spine when he looks up at you, lust fanning across his blue eyes.
“Fuck me.” You breathe out, “Need you so bad, Ransom.”
“I know.”
“Ran-.” Before you can roll your eyes, he has you on top of him. Your hands splayed across his chest, a gasp forming in your throat when he lines himself up, that first thrust into your body is something you’ll never get used to, your walls burning and stretching as Ransom guides you down his thick cock. You feel so full as you take every inch.
“Fuck yourself on my cock and feel better Princess.” You can’t lie, you love it when he tells you what to do, under any other circumstances his arrogant tone would make you fire off a snappy retort, but he rolls his hips just a little, and fuck, all thoughts go out your head with that first deep push into you.
He doesn’t have to ask you again because you want him too bad right now to tease. The way he’s looking at you makes you feel wild and beautiful. You meet his powerful strokes, your nails digging into his chest as you bounce on him. You forget about everything but how deep he is with each frantic snap of your hips. Intense sensations pulsating through you as he fucks you. God, he may be an asshole, but he can make you feel things no other man can.
“Hey princess,” He grunts, his hands moving to your hips. Ransom licks his lips, knowing he’s about to get the ride of his life. Your tight cute little pussy feels good but he knows how to make it feel even better.
“Mmph,” you moan in response, losing yourself in your pleasure. Shit, you already getting close. You just need him to do that one more time-
“Maybe if you did a better job, your boss wouldn’t have to yell at you princess.”
“What?” Your eyes snap open and you freeze. Your hands twitch on his chest, your thighs burning as you hold yourself up.“Ex-excuse me?”
Ransom’s eyes flicker down between your bodies, only the head of his cock in your cunt, the rest of him covered in your slick, he smiles up at you, a flash of pearly white teeth, his brow raised as he repeats his statement. Your orgasm fades as you stare down at his handsome face. His grip tightens on you and he shrugs one broad shoulder. “It sounds like you need to step up and be a team player.”
Your mouth flounders open. Frustration and rage boil in your chest, you search for words, finally spluttering out an indignant. “What the fuck did you say?”
Narrowing your eyes, you press your nails into his skin, slowly shaking your head. “Stop it.”
His smile widens, and you know he’s about to say something horrid. His smile widens and he grabs your waist and pushes you down. Ransom states, ever so casually, “See that right there is probably why your boss is hard on you.”
Your chest heaves, it’s getting harder to control your anger, you don’t even realize that you're clenching down on his cock.
Ransom does.
Ransom almost groans when you throb around him, your hot, silky walls wrapped around him so fucking tight. He knows you’re livid. He knows.
Ransom raises his head off the pillow. “You don’t listen. Maybe if you did, your boss wouldn’t have to repeat-”
You lose it, shrieking and pushing at his chest. You buck your hips, trying to twist off him, frenzied, desperate movements that cause your pussy to slide up and down his throbbing cock.
“That’s its princess.” He mutters under his breath, his head falling back.” Shit, you feel fucking fantastic” Ransom spouts off more suggestions on how you can do better, his fingers digging into your hips, keeping you on his cock as you fight him. The more you try to get off, the harder and faster you ride him. Your pussy gets wetter and wetter the more he degrades you.
“Good girl,” he groans softly, with a sharp slap to your ass.
You rake your nails down his chest. Leaving angry red trails down his skin as you try to lift your hips, he brings you back down with a wet smack that has your head spinning, you’re unable to contain your thin, high wail when he hits your soft spongy spot. Fuck him, he does it again, and yes fuck him.
Incredible sensations pulse through you, your mouth opens in a wordless scream as he keeps hitting that spot so good and hard, his swollen head brushing over it again and again. Your breath hitching in your chest, belly tensing as you get closer and closer-
“See, practice being quiet just like that and you might do better at your job,” he taunts breathlessly, his glowing blue eyes studying your face. Ransom plants his feet on the bed, waiting for the words to register.
“Let go you piece of shit.” You glare down at him, sneering, “Hugh, you piece of shit- oh godohfuck.”
Ransom thrusts up into your dripping cunt, angling just right, so fast and deep you shriek. “Oh fuck, oh fuck you, fuck you.”
He may be an ass but the way he moves inside you has coils firing rapidly in your belly, pleasure swirling hotter and hotter until you snap. Your orgasm washing over you as you cry out his name. Your walls fluttering and milking his cock as you mindlessly grind down.
You cry out, holding your fist against your mouth. "S’good, fuck you s’good."
He's not going to admit it but you're best he's had and damn he's going to have to get you worked up like this more often. You clench down again and he feels you coming apart and his body stiffens. Ransom loses his grip, his hands sliding down to your thighs, his pace erratic as he chases his own high until he spills in you, warmth filling your spasming core.
You fall on his scratched, sweaty chest, wishing you had marked him up more.
“You are the worst boyfriend,” you pant in his ear, smiling at his hiss when you press your nail into one of the red trails you created.
He knows.
“Love you too princess.” He also knows he up for round two and he’s still inside the best cunt he’s ever had. “So if you really want to impress your boss, you should start dressing better.”
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sohosteve · an hour ago
Broken Promises
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pairing: steve rogers x fem!reader
summary: dating an avenger came with occasionally dealing with a stressed out boyfriend. part of you always thought the frustration that was plaguing him was due to his career, another part thought he might have found someone else. one night after drinking with thor, steve comes home and confirms your suspicions.
word count: 3.3k
warnings: fluff, insecurities, angst, alcohol & mead consumption, smut, slight dub/con (tagging just to be safe, though all parties are willing) oral (f receiving), fingering, rough sex, dumbification, captain kink, spanking, choking, unprotected sex, cream pie, infidelity, cursing, yelling !!! 18+ minors do not interact !!!
notes: hello! this is my submission for @sweetlyscared #SweetlySad1KChallenge, congrats love 💗! i'm truly a sucker for angst. for some reason i love breaking my own heart when reading so i hope you all enjoy!
Steven Grant Rogers is the love of your life. Even after being together for two years, you were still in shock that America's poster boy had chosen you to be a part of his life.
You were a photographer, always choosing to hide behind the lens instead of in front of it. The day the two of you met, you were walking through the park while the sun was beginning to set. Trying to get the perfect shot of the sun hitting the skyline, you suddenly plunged to the ground due to a massive weight smothering you.
The mass didn't overwhelm you for long though as the gentlemen who ran into you raised up to his full six foot, two inch stature. Extending a hand to you and rambling apologies to you in the process. You grasped the rough appendage which hoisted your being up. When you finally registered the intruder, you suddenly got lost in his eyes, almost immediately recognizing the Avenger.
“I'm so sorry ma'am,” he apologized, “I wasn't looking where I was going. Are you okay?”
You tried to keep your composure towards the super soldier, but responded like a stuttering mess. “Y-yes, I’m fine Captain Rogers. It's alright.”
Taking a quick look over to make sure you weren't injured, he noticed your camera lens was cracked due to the fall.
You looked down and saw the damaged device and a frustrated sigh left your lips. It was your favorite film camera, a Mamiya RZ67 II. A gift you received last year from your father for your twenty-fifth birthday.
“I didn't mean for that to happen, miss. I can buy you a new one-”
“No it's alright,” you quickly dismissed him, “Don't worry about it, I have plenty of others at home.” You don't know why you lied to him at that moment. Maybe it's because you didn't want to inconvenience the man, another part was due to not wanting him to pity you.
“Well at least let me make it up to you. There's a coffee shop around the corner, may I buy you a drink?”
Smiling up at the captain, you softly responded, “Sure I’d like that.” This time you were the one to extend a hand out.
“I'm (Y/N).”
The two of you walked side by side to the coffee house while conversing with one another. When you two reached your destination, he pulled out your chair for you like a gentleman and sat across from you. After ordering your desired items, the two of you ended up lost in conversation. You told him about your job as a photographer and he told you all about his love for the arts.
After an hour of discussing interests with one another, Steve noticed it had gotten dark and offered to walk you home. Accepting his invitation, you two went the 15 minute path towards your apartment.
Walking you to your door, Steve looked down at you with longing in his eyes. Constantly having to defend the Earth, he never had the chance to find love again. But after meeting you, he knew you were too special to let slip past him.
“I know this might be a little too forward, but would you be interested in accompanying me to dinner sometime? I promise I won't break anything else of yours, including your heart,” he quipped jokingly.
You felt your heart beat erratically in your chest, which you were almost certain his super soldier hearing could detect.
“I would be honored.”
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A little over two years have gone by since your first encounter with the blonde. The two of you had been going strong and it seemed as if you were a match made in heaven. So when did you start to feel so alone in this relationship?
Dating an Avenger, you quickly realized the toll that saving the world took on the man. In the beginning, Steve would head to your apartment after a mission, deflated. He would shut you out, particularly after a tough mission, not wanting to release any tension and frustration out on you. Though you understood, you just wished he would let you be there for him.
After an intense discussion with him about his behavior, he realized how much his attitude was affecting you and promised to be more open and understanding of your feelings.
The two of you proceeded to live a healthier life together. He stopped leaving you in the dark, and it worked for a while, until it didn't.
For the past few months, the stress had been getting to him more and more. He'd be quick to snap at you for the most mundane things, grabbing his coat and walking out the door. You figured it was just work that was affecting your boyfriend's mood again.
One evening, after another argument fell upon the two of you, he did his usual escape routine, leaving you to stew in your frustrations by your lonesome. You were starting to feel helpless. Steve stopped opening up to you. He started spending more nights at the compound, instead of wrapped up in your arms.
There was a small part of you that thought he was cheating on you. You never tried to confront him about it because you never wanted to believe your boyfriend could commit such an act towards you. So you kept your doubts in the recesses of your mind. But every time a fight would break out and he'd leave, those suspicious thoughts kept growing and growing till it was constantly on the forefront of your mind. Deciding that you would talk to the blonde in the morning, you got ready for bed.
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You were deep in sleep when you heard the front door open and close. Heavy footsteps trudging to your room, Steve entered the bedroom. Quickly sitting up, you noticed that the time on your alarm clock read 3:47 a.m. You looked and made out the features of your boyfriend with the help of the moon shining through your apartment window. His eyes were glossed over, and slightly red. But you could not miss the way his pupils were lust-blown.
“I'm sorry, princess. Let me make it up to you.”
Stalking towards the bed, he removed the covers of your body revealing your bare legs. You had nothing but his t-shirt that practically swallowed your whole being and a pair of blue cotton panties which were tightly covering your mound.
Steve quickly removed his clothing before crawling up the bed and residing right in front of your clothed heat. He hooked his thumbs into the sides of your panties and slowly dragged them down the expanse of your legs. A string of your arousal connecting your cunt to your panties made him groan in desire.
“Always so wet for me,” he moaned, “Always so good for your Captain.”
Steve dove tongue first into your cunt, swirling his tongue against your clit and sucking it with ferocious hunger. Sitting back on his haunches, he manhandled your body to where he was holding your lower half in the air allowing him to feast on your pussy, while your shoulders and head were the only thing connecting yourself to the bed.
Sticking two fingers into your sopping heat, he dragged the rough pads alongside your walls making sure to reach the spongy spot that he knew all too well. Your breathy moans filled the room, music to his ears.
You could feel yourself on the brink of your orgasm, as could he, so he ate you through it. Your juices coating the lower half of his face like a second skin when you came. He continued to lap you up, only stopping when the overstimulation got too much and you pushed his head away.
Chuckling to himself, he gripped your waist, flipping you on your hands and knees, giving him the perfect view of your ass. Steve gave you a few hard spanks to your right cheek, feeling the area warm up due to his assault.
Pumping his already hard shaft, he didn’t even warn you before plunging deep within your confines. You both loudly groaned at the pleasurable intrusion.
With the Asguardian liquor flowing through his veins, he began to pummel deep into you. Repeatedly slamming the head of his dick against your g-spot, it had you seeing stars.
Sex between the two of you was always soft and gentle. Being used to the languid strokes, Steve was showing a new side to you. Animalistic grunts escaped his throat as he continued to use your body as he saw fit.
“Who’s your Captain?” his authoritative voice boomed in your ears.
Never being talked to like this in the bedroom, you didn’t know how to respond.
Growing impatient, Steve grabbed you up by your neck still driving himself in and out of you. He was choking you while your back was pressed against his sweaty chest. Without skipping a beat, he practically growled in your ear. “I asked you a fucking question, who the fuck is your Captain?”
There was a warning bell sounding off in your head, telling you that this was a completely different Steve that you fell in love with and made love to. But the rough ministrations being performed had you in a lust driven daze. You became so overwhelmed by his pounding that the only sound leaving your lips were various babbles and moans.
“Aw,” he cooed, “Look at you getting all stupid on my cock.”
He pulled out his dick, admiring the wet sheen you left behind on it before delivering rough, quick pumps to your dripping hole.
“Getting all cock drunk just for me. You missed this, didn't you? Me fucking you hard and rough just how you like it.”
Suddenly, you were brought out of your trance. Missed this? The two of you never went this aggressively in the sheets. You tried some more to collect your thoughts, but the more he rutted into you, the more out of touch with your senses you became.
“That’s right you whore.”
“You kept begging for my dick all night. Now. Take. It. Like. The. Dumb. Whore. You. Are.” he accentuated every word with a snap of his hips.
You were on the precipice of your second orgasm of the night, and you could tell Steve was close by the way he was losing control over his thrusts.
“Oh fuck Sharon, I’m ‘bouta cum. Fuck!”
Your body instantly froze. Part of you thought you were hallucinating. What did he just say? Did he just call you Sharon? The sudden rush of realization hit you like a truck. Every ounce of arousal left your system, while you stoically remained perched up on your hands and knees waiting for him to finish behind you.
With a shout of her name for the second time, Steve unloaded inside of you. Ribbons of cum were pumped, coating your walls.
The addition of the mead plus the sudden rush of dopamine to his brain caused him to pull out of your core and flop down on the bed. Within seconds he fell asleep and all you could hear were the soft snores escaping him.
You stay crouched there, looking at your boyfriend with a mix of emotions. Confusion, puzzling you about what the relationship was like between him and Agent 13. Anger caused you to shake due to the betrayal you felt. And finally sadness took over you last. Did Steve leave you every time after a fight to go to her? Did he fuck her like that whenever they were together?
Though shock was starting to form and take over your brain, you slowly stood up off the bed, trying to ignore the pain that was produced by his assault. Making your way to the shower, you turned on the hot water, not even caring about the rising temperature. You stood with your back facing the shower head, the scalding temperature that was burning your back delivered a pain that wasn’t even in comparison to the agony you felt in your chest.
Steve, the love of your life, the man who promised you the world, was cheating on you, and he thought he was fucking his coworker while in bed with you.
Thankful for the sounds of the water droplets hitting the floor, you allowed the noise to mask your own sobs.
After standing in the shower until the water turned cold, you stepped out and dried yourself off. Your body in autopilot mode, you dried your hair, applied lotion to your figure and threw on a pair of sweats you found in the nearby hamper, not even caring that they were dirty.
You walked out of the bedroom and stared at the super soldier sleeping. Your brain couldn’t process which emotion to feel, so you dragged yourself to the kitchen to get away from the man. Pulling a bottle of Jack Daniels off your bar cart, you decided to forgo a glass and enjoy the auburn liquid straight from the container.
Though you were drinking, your brain was going a mile a minute making you immune to succumbing to slumber. So you sat there and waited. Waited for Steve to wake up to see if he had the balls to come forward with the truth.
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It was around 8 in the morning when Steve woke up. Though he was not plastered drunk after meeting up with Thor, he still had some difficulty remembering the night prior.
Registering that he was back at your place, Steve reached out to his right in search of you but found your side of the bed cold. Climbing out of the bed in search of you, he called out your name. Pulling on his underwear and t-shirt, he walked out of the room and was met with the sight of you nursing a bottle of liquor and sitting at the kitchen table, your eyes bloodshot as if you had been crying for hours. Steve started to march towards you but once you noticed his presence, you put your hand up, stopping him in his tracks.
“Hey shutterbug, what’s going on? Did something happen?”
You laughed at his concern. With three-fourths of a bottle of Jack dancing in your bloodstream, it somehow made you remember the events of last night even clearer.
“I should’ve known something was up when you called me ‘princess’ last night. You’ve never called me that. It’s always been, shutterbug.”
Steve was trying to figure out what was plaguing your mind, but you stood up and continued.
“And then- oh god. Then you asked me who my fucking Captain was, as if I fucking work for you?” you exclaim incredulously. Wobbling back and forth, Steve tried to help balance you but that just made you move away from his touch.
“I should’ve realized something then. I mean I did for a while. The fact that you started staying more at the compound instead of here with me. How you’d always leave after every argument. Fuck- is that why for the past 3 months you’ve only been fucking me doggystyle? You can’t get off by thinking about her if you’re stuck looking at my face?” Your drunken state of mind causing you to ramble.
The Avenger stood stuck in place. There was a twinge of guilt and fear creeping up on him. How much mead did he drink last night? Did you find out the truth? He tried to speak again but a flash of rage across your face made him immediately close his mouth.
“And then there was the dirty talk. When have you EVER called me those names in bed before Steven? Huh, when? You wanna know what the crazy part was? I started to like it. It was new and kinda exciting. But guess what happened that ruined it? Guess what it was that came out of your mouth that made me want to vomit? Made me want to shut down and hide as far away as possible from you.” You looked at the man standing across from you and could see guilt etched all over his face.
Anger got the better of you, making you throw the bottle in his direction. But due to his super abilities, he side-stepped in time to dodge it. The glass container shattering against the wall, decorating the floor with shards and remnant droplets of bourbon.
“FUCKING ANSWER ME! GUESS WHAT IT WAS THAT YOU SAID?” You were past caring about keeping your composure anymore.
Deciding it was the best time to respond, “I don’t know.”
The second those words left his mouth, you screamed back at him. “SHARON! Agent fucking 13. TWICE, you moaned her name while inside of me. You moaned another woman’s name while you were inside of your girlfriend of two years!” you said incredulously.
The tears started to flow freely down your face. Steve slowly stepped towards you, and since you weren’t moving away he went ahead and pulled you into his arms. He was muttering apologies into your ear while rubbing your back. You were so numb, his voice started to sound muffled as if you were underwater.
After five minutes of him traping you in his embrace, you pulled away, your face devoid of all emotions. Your eyes were cold, distant, something in the past two years of your relationship he had never seen before.
“How long?” you asked coldly. You just needed to know the truth.
“Steven. Grant. Rogers. How long have you been cheating on me?”
He looked like a guilty animal. Eyes downcast, shoulders slumped, he was guilty, you both knew that. The least he could do was have the decency to admit the truth.
“5 months. When she came with me on a mission to Madripoor. We were laughing, and having a good time and one thing led to another and-,” you didn’t have the stomach to be able to listen to him finish.
Stalking over to your apartment door, you opened it and pointed towards the hall.
“(Y/N), you gotta understand she means nothing to me. You’re the one I’m in love with.” He pleaded with you, but you just held that same expressionless look on your face.
“Captain Rogers, it would be for the best if you left. Now.”
There was no malice or sadness in your tone, you just sounded exhausted. It was at that moment, Steve knew how badly he ruined his life. Heading back into your bedroom, he stepped into his jeans and slid on his jacket and shoes before heading back to your foyer.
Looking at you one more time, hoping to ask for one more chance, you avoided his eyes like the plague. Taking the message, he stepped out of your apartment and the door was slammed shut before he even had the chance to turn around.
Deciding it was best to leave you alone, he walked down the flights of stairs, tears falling down his eyes. Steve knew he had no right to feel sorrow, he was the one who cheated. He was the one who broke your heart.
Back inside of the apartment, you stumbled over to the couch, deep in thought.
You thought the world of Steve. He made you a better person. He cheered you up when times were bad. He boasted about your photography skills to anyone who listened. He made you feel like the most important woman in the world.
You thought back to the first day you two met. How he ran into you at the park that day, offering you coffee as a way of saying sorry.
You laid down on the couch and thought about how besides breaking your camera when you first met, he also broke the first promise he made to you as you cried yourself to sleep.
“I promise I won't break anything else of yours, including your heart.”
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A/N: okay… so i broke my own heart and started tearing up when i was writing this.
make sure to like, comment and/or reblog if you enjoyed this work, feedback is always appreciated. thank you !
* dividers credit to the lovely @stargazingfangirl18 *
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darlingsteve · an hour ago
𝐩𝐨𝐯 ; 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐦’𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲
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darlingsteve · 3 hours ago
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anything is up for discussion & like any other sleepovers i have had you can send in fmk (kiss or kill), would you rather, & headcanon/moodboard requests. #slutty sleepovers
bonus -> i am also adding pov moodboards! so an example would be requesting “pov your wedding day with chris” and i would make a moodboard of that so send in a request if you’d like! (make sure to add pov because it will be in a different format than my normal moodboards)
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gwenavibra · 4 hours ago
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r. chris evans x reader | w. 1.2k | cw. nsfw +18, minors dni. pregnancy sex, cockwarming, a lot of fluff with a splash of smut.
note. hey lovies! it has finally arrived! I hope you like this, I made it with love. as always, be nice and tomen agüita💋
summary. Living with Chris taught you that sometimes your plans don't work as you expect, not that it makes it any less fun.
DO NOT repost, translate or copy in any way my work. these are my babies, treat them as such and respect them (and me).
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It was a lazy day at the Evans’ household. Ever since the pandemic started, you were living with Chris. It took everyone by surprise, including you two; what started out as a week together turned into an indefinite stay, that just turned into full on living together. Not that any of you mind. Being together for almost two years now, Chris and you had created a little routine. Mornings were usually spent getting everything ready for the day, Chris liked to workout with you, walking Dodger and, in the afternoons, Chris would usually spend them doing some interviews or just getting caught up with his work, while you focused on your writing. Being who he was, and with you trying to make a name for yourself as a writer, you both agreed to keep your relationship private. You had a blast reading all the theories about who Chris was dating, so far no one had any idea.
However, you were planning on correcting that soon. Two months ago, Chris proposed to you, and three weeks ago you found out you were pregnant. Chris insisted he wanted to show you off, you were his and you were having his baby, he wanted everyone to know who you belonged to. So, you decided to join him in an award show where they ask him to present. Everything was ready, you found the perfect dress, Chris had his suit, all you had to do was wait for the reveal day. Rarely things go as you plan with this man.
You were feeling particularly needy lately, your doctor said it was perfectly normal, just your hormones acting up. Chris loved this. You couldn’t believe after spending all this time together the man wasn’t sick of you, but no matter how many arguments you may have, you always came back to each other. Today you were specially craving his attention. From the moment he got up from the bed, you clung on to him like a koala while he just carried you around the house, giving you little kisses and back rubs. Unfortunately, Chris had some meetings to get done. So, you laid on the couch in front of him cuddling Dodger while he worked, which cause you to fall asleep at some point.
Chris couldn’t help to look in your direction every once in a while, you looked adorable like this and he took some pictures of you, taking advantage of your unconscious state. It had been a couple hours since he started, Chris was tired and all he wanted was to lay down and cuddle with his girl. He was so focus on the interview; he didn’t notice you had woken up. Dodger was wiggling his tail trying to get you to play with him, but he ended slapping your face with his fur, causing you to sneeze. You were so immersed in trying to calm the puppy, you forgot you weren’t supposed to make any noise and when you heard a cheerful Bless you! you immediately thanked her before freezing and staring at Chris in horror.
Looking at how scared you were, Chris was torn between laughing and comforting you. Unfortunately, he couldn’t do either, as the reporter just focused on asking him who that was.
– Well, we weren’t planning on announcing this right now. But I guess this is as good time as any. – As he signaled you to come close, you cursed under your breath and tried to fix your hair the best you could. This was definitely going to be trending in minutes, and you didn’t want to look like someone that literally just woke up from an afternoon nap. Once you were close enough, Chris widened his legs so could sit comfortably in his lap and left a kiss on your temple feeling how nervous you were – This is my beautiful fiancée, [y/n].
The interview went on for another half hour, the reporter wanted to know all the details, specially how you’ve been together for all this time without anyone knowing. At some point, Chris snaked his hands under your sweater and rested on your belly as you laid against his chest. His presence comforted you and it made it easier to deal with the new unexpected attention. Turns out, the interview was a success, Chris phone was already buzzing with everyone’s messages and he honestly felt like a weight was lifted from his shoulders. When it was finally over, you turned around and curled in Chris’ chest in your original koala-position.
– You were perfect, sweetheart. I’m sure by now everyone’s already as in love with you as I am. – That made you huff as you hid your face in his neck –
– Sure, especially all the ones that were already in love with you are gonna be thrilled you’re getting married.
– Well, I am. Very much. I can’t wait for you to be Ms. Evans. – He whispered the last part against your ear as he rubbed your back –
– We’re only a few days away. Soon everyone will know you’re mine – You raised your head beaming at him, he chuckled at your excitement before leaving a sweet kiss in your lips. You tilted your head motioning to his ringing phone – Aren’t you gonna check that, bubba?
– It can wait – He shrugged his shoulders, before pulling your hands around his hips and standing up with you in his arms – How you feeling, bug? Any sickness?
– I’m okay, just a little tired.
– How about I run a bath and then we have some dinner, huh?
– Yes, please!
A few minutes later the bath was already filled with warm water, your favorite scents filling the air. While getting everything ready and stripping your clothes you made some small talk, just wanting to hear each other’s voices, Chris making silly dad jokes just to get you to giggle and tell him he was going to be an amazing dad, he already nailed the old man jokes, which prompted a tickling session. Once you were in the tub, you were on top of him, washing his hair while he scrubbed your body.
– Do you mind if I try something, baby? I need be close to you.
There was minimal to no space between the two of you, but you still gave him a smile a nodded, you were usually the needy one and you loved every time Chris would be the one needing more. Roaming his fingers down your body, he reached your center and slowly played with your clit until he could feel the special wetness coming out of your pussy and you were fiddling in his grasp. Your own hand started to stroke his already hard cock, before he pulled your hand away and lined himself to thrust into you with a grunt.
– That’s it. Just like that, baby. Warm me up, won’t you? – You bit your lip and nodded, taking a deep inhale to stop yourself from grinding against him. You knew that’s not what he wanted, and to be honest, you didn’t mind this.
It wasn’t about fucking, just the feeling of being full. Being as close as possible, your perfect little family, all in one place. Sharing soft kisses and giggles, you stayed in the bath until the water started to cool off. It’s safe to say that new ritual became a permanent part of your life at home, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
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captainapple · 13 hours ago
Whatever It Takes
Pairing: Dark!Andy Barber X Fem!Reader X Dark!Steve Rogers
Word Count: 1k+
Warning: 18+ MINORS DNI, non-con, rape, smut, unprotected sex, fingering, vaginal sex, explicit language, explicit sexual activity, manipulation (please add another warning if I miss something)
A/N: An entry for @stargazingfangirl18 5K Soft Dark Challenge. I never write explicit smut and dark fics, I'm sorry if my writing is confusing. Dialogue prompts in bold. Divider by @firefly-graphics
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“Morning, doll. What’s up with that frown?”. Steve stretched after getting up from the bed. He looked at you in the mirror. “Aren’t you excited to go back to work?”
“Yeah. I am. It’s just Monday, ya know?”
Steve kissed your temple and wished you good luck. Then, he went downstairs to make you breakfast. How could you be so lucky to have him as your husband. He is the nicest and sweetest person you ever met. He always promises you to keep you safe from any harm. But he cannot save you from Andy Barber.
How can you tell him? Your workplace has become hell for you since you were assigned working with Andy. He is known as a reputable DA, respectable man with a cute little perfect family. Little that people know, he also likes to give you “extra treatment” in his office. You wish you could tell your husband, Steve, what he had done to you. But you feel like you are cheating on him. Besides, Andy is also Steve’s best friend. There is no way Steve is going to believe in such story.
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You make sure to arrive at the office late. You do not want to spend dreadful minutes trapped in a room only with Andy. It must be your lucky day. Looking over, Andy is not at his desk, nor his bag found on the table. Standing on his desk, you peak at his calendar. It is full of appointments, but not today. He supposed to be here at this hour. You never wish for something bad happen to people. Maybe just today, you hope he gets sick badly.
“Miss me?”, a deep voice greeted you from the door. You freeze. His heavy steps get closer to you. You jolt when his arms snake around your waist. He rests his chin on your shoulder and nibbles behind your ear. “You smell good today. No! I’m sorry, you smell good every day.”
You shiver at his praise, goosebumps spread all over your body. “Th – thank you Mr. Barber”.
“You never learn, don’t you”, he tsked. “What should you call me, sweetheart?”
“Sorry, sir.”
“Good girl”, he praised you. “Now, bend over.”
You have no choice but comply. You bend over his table, eyes looking at the ring on your hand. Tears roll down your cheek as you remember how you could do this while your husband patiently waiting for you at home. His hands roaming around your body, exploring every curves as you sob quietly. Then, he lifts your skirt until you could feel the cold air in your bare thighs. One of his hand travels to your upper body and plays with your breast. The other hand playfully circles your clit. His actions make a burning sensation inside you. You do not even realize that you are soaking wet.
“So wet already. You’re good sweetheart”. He pulls down your panties and stops for a second, taking a view of your wet cunt.
“Andy, please don’t.”, you interrupted.
“Big mistake, sweetheart”. He slapped your ass. “What did you call me?”.
He steps closer. You could feel his bulge as he leans closer to you. He puts his hand along your jaw and moves your chin to face him. “I repeat, what did you call me?”.
“I’m sorry, sir. But I don’t want this.”
He lets out a heartless laugh. “Your body tells otherwise, sweetheart.”
You are silently cursing at yourself. This is not what you wanted, yet you could feel warmth dripping down your thighs as his fingers toy with your clit. Without a warning, he shoves two fingers inside you. You whimper and moan. It takes him a short time to find your spot and hit it couple of time. His thumb is still circling your clit harder. The tension is building up in your core. Your whole body is trembling. He knows you are close, so he quickens his tempo. Minutes later, you come undone.
He pulls out his finger and licks it clean. You are catching your breath and trying to stand on your wobbly legs.
“Not yet, sweetheart”, another hard slap landed on your ass. His hand grabs the back of your neck and forces you to bend over again.
You could hear the metal of his belt drop on the floor, along with his pants. Knowing what will happen, you brace yourself and do not dare to look. Just like you predicted, he forces his cock enter your slit. Without warning, he grabs your waist hard and pumps you mercilessly. His hands will leave a bruise on your waist later on.
“So tight and wet”. He keeps pumping hard and fast. The sound of skin slapping echoes in this room. “You know how much I miss this cunt. I can’t stop thinking about you when I pounded Laurie this morning. That slut is always hungry with my cock. You should be grateful I give it to you right now.”
You cannot feel more guilty after this. Not only you betray your husband, but you also betray Laurie. You promise not to give him satisfaction as you hold your moan, but his thrusts become harder and harder. Your nails scrape the cold table, your eyes roll back, and a loud cry escapes your mouth. Your whole body is convulsing, and your walls tighten as you come hard. Andy could feel you milking his cock. His movement gets messier as he is close to his release. The next thing you know, his warm seed filling you up and some of it drips down your thighs.
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You sob uncontrollably as you drive home. You know Steve is away around this time, meeting his friend. There is no need for you to hide your cry. As soon as you reach home, you jump into the shower, cleaning yourself. You scrub hard, hoping it would erase Andy’s trace around your skin. You could not even see clearly as your tears cannot stop blurring your vision.
You look at yourself in the bathroom mirror, bruises on your body and puffy eyes. You just wish Steve does not notice when he goes back. When he does, you pretend to fall asleep on your bed.
“Doll, are you okay?”, Steve asked you with concerned voice. He saw your puffy eyes even when you are asleep. “Have you been crying?”
You open your eyes and force a smile, “I’m okay”.
He sits down next to you and puts his hand around your shoulder. “You know, you are bad at lying.”
The tears roll again. This time you cannot put a smile anymore. You do not even know how to tell Steve about it. You just hug him, burry your head in his chest, and cry hard.
“I’m just tired from working, that’s all.”
“You know, you can always stop working anytime”. He soothed you. “I get paid enough for our family. You don’t have to work hard, you know that.”
“I guess you right.”
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“I got a job!”, you scream loudly as you received call from the DA office. Finally, a dream came true. Having a job and earned your own money was really your goal.
But Steve had different plan for you. He dialed a number as soon as he heard that news.
“That’s a big favor you’re asking for, I think you need to make it worth my while.”
“I don’t care. You do whatever you want to do, Andy.”
“Fine. Glad having this conversation with you, Steve.”
Steve grinned. He finally found a way to make his obedient little wife stayed at home. Whatever it takes.
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sableseb · 16 hours ago
Hi I love your writing so much 🥺 Can I request a stucky x reader where no one knows the three of them are together and the boys tease her separately where they know the team will see so the team thinks she’s dating one of them but when they see her with the other they think she’s cheating until someone goes to confront her and maybe are being mean to her and she just kind of freezes because it’s supposed to be a secret so the boys have to come to her rescue
Thank you so much!😭❤️ Now, this oneshot could’ve either went the sfw route, or the nsfw route…I did nsfw. Cause, it’s sorta my thing. If you wanted fluff instead of smut, please shoot me a message and I’ll be more than happy to write another one involving playful teasing instead!💕 
word count: 2.5k
warnings: smut, fingering, exhibitionism, oral m receiving, nudes, marking/biting
tags: @meetmeatyourworst @stucky-my-ship @greeneyedblondie44 @harrysthiccthighss
a/n: @fuckandfluff went over this for me, always a special thanks to her.🥰 This is a a bit fast paced, just like my other requests. I swear I have original content coming out soon. Bear with me💀 These requests have just been toooo good to not dabble in. Ly all🥺
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It started a while ago, this thing between you and the two super soldiers. Steve and Bucky wanted you from the moment they laid their eyes on you, Stark’s newest recruit. They’d see you walking around the compound in shorts that barely covered your ass complimented by a shirt that was always a little too tight, outlining the swell of your breasts perfectly. 
Coming to agreements are sort of their thing. Ever since they learned to walk they’ve been able to work things out with one another, always coming to a compromise. So, when Bucky came to Steve gushing over you, he was a little heartbroken. He wanted you. But, his best friend seemed to want you just as much. 
After a long talk and setting rules and boundaries, they got the courage to ask you to be theirs. When the question left their lips at the same time, you were in shock. You always day dreamed about having one or the other between your legs, it didn’t matter which. But, the prospect of having both? You couldn’t have been more elated, more empowered, or more turned on. 
The rules they spoke of pertained more to them than you. They promised they wouldn’t get jealous, just as long as you kept both of them entertained an equal amount. And any time you were ready to take both of them at the same time, they would be more than willing to comply. 
You tried not to be conspicuous about your relationship with both men. Each of you prefers to keep it a secret, fearing what the other teammates would think. But, as time went on, they got bolder with what they said and did in front of you. 
You're in the kitchen as Clint and Natasha go over mission reports, fixing a little midnight snack. They don’t pay you much attention as you munch on your chips and sandwich. But, a mop of brown hair catches your attention. Bucky waltzes in with no shirt, sweatpants slung low on his narrow hips, accentuating his deep v. 
“Wonderin’ where you went off to. Bed got cold.”
He makes his way to stand behind you, hands reaching out to pull you against him. He’s always so warm, even the metal has a hint of heat emitting from it. You almost lose your wits, seemingly drawn to the man that’s behind you, trying his best to get you to rub against him just a little bit. 
“Buck,” you whisper, “stop. They’ll see us.”
Your eyes dart over to the two Avengers sitting on the couch across from the kitchen, papers strewn about the coffee table, occasionally holding heat in their conversation. They’re clearly stressed. Their profiles faced you, if they were to turn their heads, they’d easily see Bucky’s attempt to get his hand down your sleep shorts.
“Not if you’re quiet, doll.”
His vibranium arm glides up the apex of your thighs. You have to hold in your whimpers and try to keep your body in control as his fingers go under your shorts. He’s met with an already soaked cunt. Now it’s his turn to hold in his groans of approval.
He chuckles against your neck. “Didn’t you get your fill earlier tonight, baby?” 
Smug. That’s all he ever is. He’s a complete contrast to Steve. Bucky knows exactly what he does to you and he uses it against you every time his dick shifts. It’s embarrassing how easily he can make you fall apart. 
“You should be asking yourself that, Barnes.”
The vibranium rubs drawn out circles against your swollen bud. You wince against his hand, a bruise formed from the harsh suction of his mouth from your earlier activities. You try to move away, but you're met with a hard body and an even harder cock blocking your path. 
Bucky grinds his front into your ass, finding a snug place to relieve the ache that’s settled in his leaking member. Without much warning, he places two fingers inside your clenching channel. You jerk forward, the only thing holding you up is the counter digging into your hips. You raise your eyes toward the living room, Clint and Nat are still struggling with reports, seemingly oblivious to the activities taking place just a room away.
“We’re gonna have to speed this up a bit, doll.”
Bucky’s fingers jerk rapidly inside you, causing your chest to shake slightly from his force. Your control is starting to slip as he works you into a frenzy. The feel of his cool fingers hooking in your pussy just right brings a shake to your knees. His palm hits your abused clit with each pump of his wrist. 
There’s a slight squelching sound surrounding the kitchen that you pray they can’t hear. The heat forming between your legs is too much. Leaning against him, you come undone. You’re on your tiptoes as the pleasure wracks your body. Your mouth hangs open in a silent scream as you ride his fingers through your orgasm. 
Bucky removes his hand from your shorts and licks his fingers clean from the mess you made. Reaching past you, he takes your half eaten sandwich. Through a mouth full of turkey he says, “Hurry back to bed. You can return the favor.” 
And with that, he turns and makes his way through the corridor with your sandwich in if he didn’t just make you cum in less than a minute.
Your phone has been going off ever since you sat down in the leather office chair. It’s getting increasingly harder to listen to Bruce go over the layout of his latest on field creation with your curiosity peaking with each vibration. 
Slowly, you pull your phone out of your pocket, glancing down to see that Steve has been sending you message after message. “I need you.” “Don't you want to help me out?” “C’mon, answer sweetheart.” flash across the screen, along with a picture that makes you gasp and your cheeks redden, 
It’s his hand wrapped around the base of his dick, the tip glistens with wetness, the veins along his shaft protrude. All of a sudden you find yourself craving to be on your knees for him, wanting to take him down your throat until you couldn’t breathe. His lower stomach shines with sweat from the workout he must have just finished. He’s almost as insatiable as his partner in crime, especially when he exercises.
He’s convinced you. You slip away from the meeting to make your way to the gym. Passing through the double doors you search for him. He isn’t in the main room, so you assume he’s in the locker room.
Your assumption is correct as you feel a large hand wrap around your arm and jerk you into a corner. 
“There’s my pretty girl. Knew you couldn’t resist, honey.” Steve says as he plants kisses along your neck, grasping a hand full of hair and yanking your head back to gain better access. His constant bites cause you to let out a whimper, craving more from his mouth.
All of a sudden, he pulls away. He glances down towards the base of your neck and sees the deep purple spots left along your clavicle. With a smirk he says, “Buck really marked you up good...Let’s see if I can do better.”
From the moment you bedded each man, you could tell they have a competitive nature lurking under the cool, stoic expression they always have. They always try to see who can mark you up more, who can make you cum the most in one session, and who can get you to beg until you’re crying.
Without another moment, he’s back to biting the expanse of your skin, except it’s a lot harder. His teeth dig in, making you bite your lip to try and hold back the pained gasps. He licks over each bite before kissing them, sucking the skin to make sure his bruises have more of a harsher tone than Bucky’s.
You secretly love the way each one tries to hold more dominance over you than the other. It makes you feel wanted, makes you want to be used for their pleasure. They could be so sweet, so gentlemanly, but when lust lit up in their hearts and groins, chivalry went out the window. And that didn’t bother you one bit. Not when they left marks in remembrance of how they practically owned you. Each time they left their signature, your thighs clenched when you’d look at their creation. 
“On your knees, honey. Give your Captain what he wants.”
 You sink to the ground, never one to disobey your Captain’s orders, and pull his gym shorts down. He hisses above you as the cool air hits his sensitive erection. Grabbing him, you start to stroke. Feeling the velvety skin against your palm, you grip him tighter, bringing his weeping tip up to your mouth. You kiss and lick the slit, causing him to buck up, chasing the warmth of your mouth.
Irritation starts to grow in Steve. “Stop teasing and put that mouth to use.”
You sink all the way down on him, not wanting to upset him further. His tip hits the back of your throat causing you to let out small gags much to the super soldier’s pleasure. You repeat your actions, bobbing your head up and down, sucking on his crown each time you pull back. 
You look up at him with tears spilling down your cheeks from taking his size. He loves seeing you stuffed full of his cock. It could be your mouth, pussy, ass, it didn’t matter. Seeing you take all of him made something primal build up in him each time. 
Suddenly, you stop sucking. You clearly heard the door to the locker room open, men laughing about something in their conversation. Your eyes are wide as you try and scramble up to stand, but Steve doesn’t let you.
“Did I say you could stop? Keep going.”
Keeping an awareness of the men that could see you with Steve’s dick in your mouth at any moment, you go back to work. This time, using your hand to work his shaft while your lips focus on his swollen head. You’re twisting and pulling, trying to coax him to release himself in your mouth. 
“Open that pretty mouth. Gonna paint that tongue, baby.” he grunts out while holding your cheeks between his fingers.
You hold your mouth open, still keeping your hands pace. You can see he’s close by the way his thighs tense and cock jumps. A few more pumps and he’s a goner. Steve leans his head down, watching with half lidded eyes as his cum covers your tongue. It’s a sight that makes him hard all over again, how you’re on your knees, thighs rubbing together, glassy, doe eyes looking up at him with admiration. 
“Swallow every drop, baby...good girl.” he praises as you show him your empty mouth.
As soon as you get yourselves situated and looking somewhat presentable, Sam cuts around the corner, a quizzical look etched onto his face. Your heart drops, and suddenly, anger bubbles up in you. You wouldn’t be in compromising positions in public if the two men could keep it in their pants for more than a night. 
“Hey,” Sam starts, “what’re you doin’ in the men’s locker room, y/n?”
“Oh, Steve said he wasn’t feeling well after his workout. So, I dropped by to see if I could be of assistance.” you smile.
You hated yourself as soon as the words left your lips. Sam Wilson is one Avenger you never liked being dishonest to, even over the most mundane things. So, lying to him over something as big as having his best friend’s dick down your throat, made your gut clench and heart ache.
“Yeah,” Steve chimed in, “I’m feeling much better now. She works wonders you wouldn’t believe.” 
Stupid. That’s all Steve and Bucky are. It’s only a matter of time before you three fuck up and out your little triangle to the whole compound. 
“Oh, alright.” Sam says a little hesitantly. “I’m glad you’re feeling better, man.”
He pats Steve on the back as he heads to the showers. You both watch as he disappears down the hallway before turning back to face each other.
“We have got to stop having these little games in public.” you seethe, trying to make a point to Steve, who clearly finds all this quite amusing.
“It’s okay. Just calm down, will you? You know you love the thrill.”
He rubs your arms trying to get you to cool off. Now, you’re upset for a whole other reason. He’s right, you do love the thrill. It’s a whole different kind of rush, and you swear you climax harder when you have to be careful about it. Damn him and damn Bucky. They seem to always know what you need, even when you don’t.
You’re walking down the hall, ready to meet Bucky and Steve for lunch when suddenly you collide with a firm body. Looking up you see Sam’s dark eyes boring into yours. He looks like he’s not too happy over something. With a worried look, you say, “Hey, Sam. What’s wr-”
“You know exactly what’s wrong, y/n. You think you can double dip in the super soldiers around here and nobody would notice? Who’s back you going behind, huh? The golden boy’s or the machine’s?”
You flinch at his words, Sam has never talked to you like this. His harsh, condescending tone makes tears brim around your eyes. You were more sad about the fact he’s treating you in such a way than being questioned about your relationship.
“No. Sam, it’s not like that. We-”
“Oh, please. I’m not gonna let the new girl go behind my friend’s back. That’s not how things work around here.”
Before you can choke out the reason for being with both men, the two approach you from the hallway. They went searching for you when you didn’t show up on time, always being so punctual, they got worried.
Bucky takes immediate notice of your pained expression and Sam’s scowl. “Hey, Wilson. What’d you do to her?” He asks while taking a forceful step towards Sam. 
“She’s a cheater, that's what.” Sam tries to shove Bucky away, but he doesn’t budge.
Steve steps in before things get out of hand, knowing how the two fight over any slight discrepancy. “Buck, that’s enough. Listen, Sam. She’s not a cheater. We agreed to share her, okay?” he states bluntly, not really knowing how to sugar coat it.
Sam’s taken back. Not really processing what his friend just told him. They...share you? And you let them? For men from the 40s...they sure are into some very 21st century things. What’s even more shocking is that you choose to be with the bionic, staring machine. 
You can see the thoughts flying through Sam’s mind. “I know it’s a bit...different. But it works for us.” you explain to him.
Sam finally blinks at your words. He’s actually okay with this situation. As long as you guys are happy, so is he. Collecting his thoughts he tells you, “Yeah, no. That’s my bad. I’m sorry for being hostile. It’s just I didn’t wanna see one of them hurt, ya know?”
You smile at his words. That’s one reason you like Sam Wilson so much, he’s loyal through and through. He’s good to your boys. 
“I just worry about you with the cyborg here.” he gestures to Bucky, and if looks could kill, Sam would be six feet under right now. “You can never be too careful, he has a tendency to snap.”
Well...good to one of your boys that is.
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buppybucky · 19 hours ago
ex!dilf!bucky coming home after his daughter recital and fucking you in the kitchen
PAIRINGS! ex!dilf!bucky x f!reader
SUMMARY! in which bucky can’t handle how you look in that tight dress.
WARNINGS! cheating, 18+ minors dni, unprotected sex, public sex, almost got caught, breeding kink, bucky uses his fingers to shut reader up.
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your daughter had invited you and your boyfriend, steve, to her dance recital at her school. you were ecstatic that she was finally pursuing something she loved, so of course you said yes without hesitation.
what she didn’t tell you, was that her father, james, would be going also. you had to find that out the hard way. both you and steve went all out, you wore nice clothes and wanted to bring her for ice cream afterwards.
you were in a tight dress that wasn’t too tight for it to be uncomfortable. steve was in a navy dress shirt, rolled up to his elbows, and black slacks. “c’mon, we’re gonna be late.” steve said.
you waved him off and continued with your lipstick. you hummed as you threw the rest of your makeup in the bag, just in case you needed a touch up.
“you look beautiful.” steve smiled, kissing you. you smiled and held his shoulders. “thank you baby, c’mon.” you said, taking his hand and walking to the car.
you two arrived at the school and walked inside, hand in hand. your face, that once had a wide smile, dropped at the sight of your ex husband, james. you knew he was dropping your daughter off, not that he was staying.
“mom! steve!” your daughter, stella, yelled, running up to you two. you hugged her tightly and lifted her. “my baby! we’re so proud of you.” you said, kissing all over her face.
she squealed and got down, hugging steve. “hey princess.” he smiled, kissing her head. james walked over with a smirk, sticking his hand out. “hi, we haven’t met, m’bucky.” he said to steve.
steve took his hand. “steve, you must be stella’s dad.” steve said, wrapping his arm around your waist. “yeah, he is.” you said, pulling steve away to the seats. steve chuckled at you and sat down.
“stop being jealous babe, i find you more attractive than bucky.” he joked, kissing your cheek. you giggled and shook your head. as if the devil wanted to ruin your day, bucky squeezed in, sitting on the other side of you.
you sighed and placed your head on steve’s shoulder. you felt a hand on your thigh. you were confused because it wasn’t on the thigh next to steve, and why would he reach all the way over to grip your other one?
you looked down and saw bucky’s hands slowly gripping and releasing your thigh. you scoffed and slapped his hand away. bucky smirked and looked over at you.
“hey, steve? m’having a barbecue today f‘stella’s recital if y’two wanna join?” bucky reached over, talking to steve. you rolled your eyes and leaned back. steve smiled and nodded.
“yeah! that would be great, thanks boinky.” steve said. you snorted and hid your face in his shoulder. you knew that was purposeful, because he knew bucky’s name.
bucky looked at you before nodding and sitting back. you smiled and held steve’s hand. the hall lights turned off, signalling that the recital was about to start.
after the recital, you and steve walked out with bucky. “jus’ follow me, i’ll see y’guys there.” bucky smiled at you both. “thanks binky!” steve returned the smile, walking you to the car.
“bucky seems great.” steve nodded as he started to drive. you shook your head and sighed. “you’re going to aggravate him.” you said, fixing your makeup in the small mirror.
steve turned over to you before looking back at the road. “oh yeah? and what’s he going to do?” steve asked, flexing his giant biceps. you smiled and kissed his cheek. “my knight in shining armour.” you teased.
you arrived at bucky’s house after a while driving. “hey bonky!” steve said as he got out, walking in with bucky. stella walked up to you and hugged you. “does steve not like dad?” she asked.
“no, love, he does like him, he just likes jokes more.” you pet her head, walking into the kitchen. bucky put his hand on the small of your back. “he’s a dick.” he whispered into your ear, before moving beside you.
you turned to him with a scowl. “i must have a type then.” you sassed, walking out to the garden with the food for the barbecue. bucky watched you leave with a smirk.
about two hours later, each adult was drunk while all the children were passed out upstairs. “i’m going in to get another drink.” you said, getting up and walking inside.
you walked to the kitchen, being greeted by bucky’s wide smirk. “hey dolly.” he said as he moved away from the fridge. you scoffed and opened the fridge, taking out a drink.
“y’know i hate people mixin’ up my name.” he whispered, pushing his erection against your ass. “i guess m’gonna have t’hit stevie where it hurts.” he bit your shoulder softly.
you hated the affect bucky had on you, he was like a virus. “gonna have t’show him how fuckin’ weak you are.” he spat, moving your hair over and kissing your neck.
you couldn’t believe it, bucky was teasing you while you were standing in the fridge. “you’re mine, forever mine.” he whispered, biting your earlobe. you whimpered slightly, feeling your legs go weak.
bucky smirked and gripped your waist, pulling up your dress. “no panties? t’your daughters recital?” he chuckled. “it’s almost like y’wanted me to fuck ya.” he shook his head.
bucky massaged your ass, earning a small moan. “is stevie touch starvin’ ya?” he smirked, pulling down his pants just enough for his cock to pop out. “y’gotta tell me you want it, petal.” he whispered.
you whined and turned back to look at him. “want it so bad.” you cried. he smirked and slid his tip into you. “who am i t’deprive ya of such a pleasure?” he asked.
you rolled your eyes to the back of your head and wiggled your hips. bucky complied, sliding into you deeper. “fuck.” bucky hissed, enjoying your tightness. you threw your head back into his shoulder and grabbed the shelves in the fridge.
bucky’s hand fell over your mouth, his middle and ring finger shoving into your mouth. you felt something cold hit your cheek. you were too cock drunk to even care.
“i’ll be back in a sec!” steve’s voice sounded from the backyard. bucky cursed under his breathe and shoved you into the tiny broom closet, not caring that the fridge was open or that there was barely any space in there.
bucky continued to thrust, making you gasp. “shh, shh, don’t wanna get caught, pretty.” he smirked, biting on your shoulder again. you whimpered and felt the knot in your stomach slowly form.
bucky bottomed out, finally, hitting off your sweet spot without any effort, continuing to assault it with every thrust. you wanted to scream and cry out in pleasure, but his fingers down your throat stopped you from making any voice.
the knot in your stomach was tightening. you felt yourself clench over bucky, making him moan out. “oh god.” he whispered, resting his forehead on your shoulder as he continued his sloppy thrusts.
your toes curled and you gripped anything you could, coming loose all over bucky. “that’s it, such a good girl.” he whispered. bucky wasn’t far behind, cumming inside of you almost immediately after.
“gonna make you my mommy again, huh? how’s that sound?” he asked, thrusting his warm seed into you. you groaned and pushed him off. “i have no fucking panties you ass!” you whisper-yelled.
bucky chuckled and shrugged. “have fun, i guess.” he said, tucking himself away and walking out. “dick.” you shook your head, trying your hardest to clean yourself up with anything you could find.
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milkathedudz · 21 hours ago
Next Time*
Pairings: Reader x Chris Evans
Warnings: NSFW smut use of a toy and dirty talk
Summary: Chris caught you using your secret toy and now he plans on punishing you with it
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Chris was standing in front of the bed looking down at your naked body. Tied up to the headboard writhing around. Vibrator shoved inside your wet pussy torturing you.
“Chris please.” You whined feeling the vibrator moving around inside of you. Your whole body buzzing. Even though it was making you feel good it wasn’t the same as the way Chris was using it against you.
Sweat dripping down your neck at the heat from over stimulation. The air was getting thicker and hotter within each second. You couldn’t take it anymore and needed to feel more.
Chris watched at your chest heaved you and down his eyes getting darker as he watched your breasts. He wanted nothing more than to suck on your hard nipples. You just wanted his touch that’s all.
“No. You wanted the vibrator so you’re going to get the vibrator.” His words like ice to you.
He had caught you using your vibrator and was not happy about it. The one thing he never wanted you to do was get a vibrator and use it when you were with him. He wanted to be the one that made you feel good.
Now you were being punished for what you did, and he wasn’t going to get you off the hook. He had been teasing you for an hour now, but it felt so much longer than that.
Turning up the level of the vibration your whole body was burning. Your legs were shaking and your back arching off the bed. Toes curled head thrown back in pleasure wanting nothing more than to cum hard. Chris wasn’t going to get you though.
The only sounds that could be heard was the sounds of your moaning, and the vibration from the toy. He was just standing there watching you with his arms crossed across his chest. A stern look on his face, but behind those eyes were nothing but lust.
“Please Chris I’m sorry. Please just let me cum.” Howling your wrists tugging at the restraints wanting to touch him. He laughed at your weak attempt.
“Oh no sweetheart you’re going to lay here with your vibrator in your pussy since that’s what you wanted anyway.” His voice dripped with hostility but hunger.
Even though he was the one punishing you it was hard for him not to touch you. To watch your soaked pussy basically humping the vibrator. Wanting nothing more than to be inside of you. He had to teach you a lesson though I’m not using the toy ever again.
The toy was drenched in your juices by now. Leaking down your inner thighs and onto the sheets. Legs moving all around trying to desperately get a better feel of the toy. Maybe you could cum silently and he wouldn’t know.
“You better not cum.” He warned your like he read your mind. Groaning in frustration.
Sweat was dripping down your forehead at this point from holding in your orgasm. Sweat flooded your back now soaking the sheets as well. Your pussy felt raw and swollen.
“Aw look at you all wet and desperate to cum. Shouldn’t have gotten the vibrator.” His tone sarcastic and full of laughter. He wanted you to regret buying the electronic.
All you wanted to do was cum and cum hard. Screams coming out of your mouth each time the tip of the vibrator touched your sweet spot. There was no way you were going to be able to last any longer.
“Fuck I’m gonna cum.” You wailed feeling you’re insides clenching and your lower stomach tightening nearing your release.
Before you could feel it though Chris quickly pulled the vibrator out of you and onto the dresser. Your arms weak and tired, and your whole body still vibrating feeling the affects of the toy. Closing your eyes tired from having to endure all that and not being allowed to cum.
“Look at you now. Still soaked and left unsatisfied. Maybe you’ll think next time before you get a toy.” He lectured you before he untied your wrists. Boy were you in for a night.
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jobean12-blog · 22 hours ago
Boys in Bed with Books
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Pairing: Andy Barber x reader
Word Count: 515
Summary: You distract Andy while he’s reading in bed. 
Author’s Note: This is going to be a little 5 part mini series that we can all thank my lovely friend @theycallmebecca for! She shared his image above and well...our imaginations just spiraled from there haha! All I could think about were the different ways we could distract our favorite boys while they were reading. Today is Andy...4 more to go! Enjoy and thank you all so much for readin! Much love always! ❤❤❤ Divider by the lovely @imerdwarf
Warnings: light teasing and flirting, oral sex (m rec), smut (18+ only please!!!)
Edit is not mine: this beautiful work belongs to my love @nix-akimbo THANK YOU SO MUCH :) 
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A warm hand on your back pulls you from sleep and when you turn over you see Andy sitting up in bed, his glasses perched on his nose and a book in his hand.
“Hey, when did you get home?” you ask, your voice still groggy with sleep.
His hand smooths down your back and over the curve of your ass, giving it a light squeeze.
“Just about half hour ago, too wired to sleep but you go back to bed honey. I didn’t mean to wake you,” he says quietly.
Throwing your arm over his stomach you snuggle into his side and run your fingers through the hair on his chest. You ghost them down over his abs and tease the belt at his waist, dipping your hand under and tracing the V of hips.
“What are you reading?” you ask, keeping your eyes closed as your hand roams over his warm skin.
“The Picture of Dorian Gray,” he answers.
He lets out a low rumble and clears his throat, tightening the hold he has on your hip.
“Sounds interesting,” you mumble, working open the buckle on his belt.
Once you get it unbuckled you toy with the button on his pants until it pops free and slowly pull the zipper down. You reach your hand under the fabric and rub your palm down the length of him. He throbs under your touch and you open your eyes to sit up.
The muscles in his thighs shift against you as you pull him free of his boxers and lightly brush your fingers over his silky skin.
Andy groans and you lift your eyes to find his gaze fixed on your hand. You squeeze lightly, stroking him slowly before pumping him harder.
You lower your head and lick across the head of his cock. The taste of him has you squeezing your thighs together and taking him fully into your mouth.
His head falls back and he hisses, the book falling from his fingers before they comb through your hair. You pull him out almost all the way then swallow him again, using your hand in unison. When you look up at him through your lashes he loses all control, the sight of you with his cock between your lips sending him over the edge.
He thrusts his hips into your mouth and you take him deep, moaning around every inch of him. You tighten your fist as he fucks your mouth over and over again, his lips parted with heavy breaths. His low “fuck” is the only warning you get before he spills himself down your throat.
You swallow every drop and smoothly slide your mouth off him, eyeing the closed book on the bed.
“Did you lose your page?” you ask coyly, grazing your fingers up his bare chest.
Without warning he reaches down and tugs the belt from his pants. He smirks and wraps it around the back of your neck, dragging you up to his mouth.
“Get on your hands and knees baby girl,” he whispers against your lips.  “My turn.”
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agentofbarnes · 23 hours ago
Ransom fucking the reader in an elevator? You can decide if they get caught or not 😈
elevator — ransom
warnings || public sex, daddy kink, minors DNI, unprotected sex, degradation, dom!ransom, hair pulling, dirty talk
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You had decided to visit him during his work day. Ransom liked to write, much like his grandfather. To keep his inheritance, Harlan required Ransom to come into the offices and write a certain amount each week.
Ransom was working so hard on his book, and he’d never let you read it. Not until it was done. He had gotten so into his work that he hadn’t been showering you in the attention you wanted and you knew he was getting restless now.
So when you showed up at lunch time, he was more than pleased to see you. Especially after all the little selfies you had been sending him. He saved his documents.
“Dewdrop, what a surprise,”Ransom grinned, pushing away from his desk to come around to wrap you in his arms.
You beamed into his shoulder when he picked you up, lifting you off on your feet and kissing your cheek.”I missed you,”You admitted,”I got off early today, my boss told me I was doing the best work in the office, sent me home as a thank you.”
“If he thinks you are doing good work, he should pay you,”Ransom rolled his eyes,”They are using your need to be praised against you, baby, you gotta demand more.”
“I know, I know, but I like my job, I don’t want to lose it,” You told him, sighing out softly,”Plus, my savings will cover my rent for at least three months, so stop worrying.”
“No, I’m gonna pay your rent,”Ransom told you, grasping your chin when you went to shake your head.”Hey, you’re more than my sugar baby, but let me do this, it’ll make me feel better.”
“Let daddy take care of you, dewdrop,”Ransom whispered, kissing your lips.”Let me take you out to lunch, spoil you for doing so well at work.”
“There’s only one thing I really want,”You bit down on your bottom lip, hands running down his chest while you looked up at him through thick lashes.
“After lunch...”Ransom groaned, pushing you towards the door so that you could make your way to the elevator. Your wandering hands have got him distracted now, especially when you have your ass pressed against his crotch. You pretend it’s all innocent, but he knows.
“Baby,”Ransom grunted as the elevator doors shut, sighing out when you muttered a small sorry, daddy.
He had stopped the elevator, the doors sealed shut on his floor before he had you pressed against the wall with his lips on you with fever.
“Been craving you, kitten, all those little picture you’ve sent me, fuck, you got me so hard, think it’s time you took care of daddy’s cock,” He flipped your body so that your face is pressed against the wall.
“Hands on the wall, dewdrop,”Ransom grunted, kicking your feet apart once your hands splayed over the wall. You yelped slightly, thighs spread to present your dripping cunt to him.”Oh fuck.”
“Ran, what if someone sees?” You asked, biting down on your bottom lip while you glanced up at the little camera in the elevator. You were worried the elevator would come back on and open the doors for everyone to see. Yet, the thought made your cunt gush with arousal.
“Then you better put on a good show.”Ransom pulled your panties down your legs, stuffing the soaking thong into his pocket,”’m gonna have to save these for later, for those late nights when I miss your smell, when I miss this sweet pussy. You’re fucking drenched, dewdrop. You want daddy to take you right here?”
“Yes, yes,”You bowed your head between your arms, sticking your ass out for him to grab onto. He pulled hiked your dress up and with no shame, he pulled his pants down just enough to free his cock.
Without a word of warning, his large cock in plummeting into your sopping heat. You clung to his dick, welcoming the painful and pleasing intrusion with a loud moan,”Daddy!”
“Yeah, that’s it, so fucking tight and wet, all for me,”Ransom growled, his hands gripping your hips harshly. The pads of his fingers bored into your smooth skin, dragging your ass back against his throbbing cock.”You like when daddy fucks you like this, all out in the open where anyone can see? Admit it, baby, tell daddy how much you love his cock.”
“I do!”You whimpered, back arching while you claw at the wall in front of you.”I love your cock, love being filled with your big cock, oh, fuck!”
Ransom’s hand coming to pull at your hair harshly, making you mewl in response, neck craning back.”Keep those hands on the wall or I’ll stop. You wanna cum, don’t you, dewdrop?”
“Please, daddy,”You begged, keeping your form against the wall perfect for him. You feel his other hand around your throat, his hips jackhammering your clenching cunt with a vicious motion. His other hand yanked at your hair, fingers tangled into your soft locks.
“So needy, can feel you clenching around you, kitten, you gonna cum for me, better hurry, the elevator’s gonna start working soon,”Ransom growled, his pace harder and fast while he chased his own organs. He felt you spasm around him, milking his cock with your sporadic orgasm that made your legs tremble. Just as he pulled out of, watching his hot seed drip down your thighs, the elevator dinged.
The doors had just opened when Ransom had pulled his slacks up and your dress back down. He smirked while he pulled you against him, his fingers sliding up your thighs to scoop up the substance. He brought his fingers to your lips, which you took willingly despite the odd looks you got from the woman stepping in the elevator.
Once you licked his fingers clean, Ransom pulled you into a long kiss that made your body quiver under him,”Hope you aren’t too full, I plan to take you out for a full lunch,”He whispered into your ear with the biggest smirk.
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marvelfanfiction · a day ago
Man Out of Time: Chap. 46, Erase Him From Your Brain
Charlie's POV:
"Hey, Pep. I hate to ask this of you, but do you think you could keep Maggie a day or so?" I'm a wreck. My finger nails have been chewed down to the quick and I'm just overwhelmed. I thought by starting work at Stark Industries would help, but seeing how most the work can be done from home, I get no escape.
"Yeah, Charlie. Of course. Is everything okay?"
"No. I just...I need some time alone right now. You sure you don't mind?" "No. Go ahead and bring her by."
"Thank you, Pep. Love you. I'll be by in a bit." I look down at Maggie's little suitcase that I already had packed. Hoping that she would agree to keep my daughter. I just needed a night or two to allow myself a pity party. Since Bucky left, I haven't given myself that.
"Love you, Charlie. Be careful. I keep telling you to take care of yourself."
That's exactly what I'm going to do. "Thanks, Pep." I bring my hands up to my mouth again, biting at my fingers more than my nails, since there's nothing there. "Maggie!" My sweet-faced blonde daughter comes bounding in the room. "You want to spend a couple days at Aunt Pepper's?" "Yes! Please! There's no one to play with here." She jumps over to my lap. "But I still love you." "Love you, too, little pearl. Let's go."
Back at the cottage, thankfully Pepper realized that I just needed some time alone. I have tried to be strong for Maggie. I'm an adult. I should be the strong one. I shouldn't have my moments of a breakdown. Sulking over to the kitchen I pull out the Jack Daniels from the bar cart and a shot glass. Sitting on the couch I go ahead and take a couple of shots of the strong amber liquid. Taking delight in the slow burn of the liquor going down my throat.
I pull up my phone looking through my texts and call logs. I have called him too many times. Text him too many times. With no results. Another shot. He obviously doesn't want to speak to me. Doesn't want to see me, so why should I care? Another shot. Frustrated I scream out into the empty house. What did I do wrong? I mean I shouldn't have lied to him. That's all on me, but why would he just walk away? Another shot. Charlie you should slow down.
I make my way back into the kitchen, checking the fridge, stupid Steve still has a few beer bottles in there. Fine. Walking back into the living room I pull up my phone and dial his number. "Hey, James. I hope you're doing well." Hiccup. "I just wanted to let you know, I miss you. The bed is cold." Another hiccup. "I just want you to wrap your arms around me and tell me I've got you in your sexy voice. Anyways. Call me back.... if you feel like it." Why do I do this shit to myself? Taking a swig from the beer bottle. I lean my head back on the couch with my eyes closed. Basking in my aloneness. I guess this is my future. But then again, "I believe that's mine." "Are you fucking kidding me?" I growl out. I really did not want company tonight. "What are you doing here?"
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"Such a warm greeting there, princess." He sits down on the opposite side of the couch. My head never leans back up nor do my eyes open.
"Please, don't call me that." "Where's our daughter?" I lean my head over and finally open my eyes to look at him, glaring holes in his head.
"She's at Pepper's. I wanted a night to myself. Thanks for ruining that." "I'm sorry. Is everything okay?" His face softens towards me.
"Talkative tonight. Mind if I get a beer?" Without waiting on my response, he gets up walking to the fridge.
"Sure. Go ahead and make yourself comfortable. Grab you a beer." My voice is dripping with sarcasm. I've had too many shots; I have no filter. "While you're at it, bring me one, too."
Steve hands me a bottle while I finish what was left in mine. Taking a swig from the new bottle I look over to Steve. "Drinking some whiskey, too." He nods his head and grimaces at me. "Want to talk about it?" "No."
He studies my face carefully. Both of us take a drink from our beer. "There's some Asgardian liquor left, too." Steve chugs his beer and stands to walk to the bar cart, bringing over the decanter. Never offering me any he grabs the shot glass I had been drinking out of and pours himself some. I have no desire to drink the strong liquor.
"Be careful how much you drink. Wouldn't want you to go home drunk to Peggy." I know my voice sounds bitter. And I am. He got everything he wanted. And because of that I'm now alone.
He rolls his eyes at me. "I can always crash here until I'm no longer drunk." A deep belly laugh erupts from my chest. "What? Don't want me sleeping here?" "Fine. You can have the guest room. When was the last time you got drunk anyways?" Wow, I really showed him. Crumbled with no effort.
"Probably the last time I drank Thor's special brew with you. Not that I was ever big on drinking." "No... because Steve Rogers is so perfect." "I'm getting the feeling you're pissed off at me." He has the audacity to smile over at me.
I scoff, "What gives you that idea wonder boy?" "Maybe your shortness." He shrugs. "Maybe it's because you haven't had sex in two months that's pissing you off." "Wow. You know me so well, Steven." I lift my head up and chugging the beer, and placing the empty bottle back on the coffee table.
"You forget I lived with you for eight years. You're a horny little thing. You were never satiated, Charlotte." Gently I poor myself another shot of whiskey. "Maybe you should quit the drinking." Glaring at him, I throw the shot back before slamming it on the table. "Your turn, Rogers. If you're going to be here, I need you drunk. You're killing my buzz." "You've got more than just a buzz, princess." Why does he feel the need to call me that? I poor him some of the Asgardian alcohol and handing it to him. "Drink." He complies. I go ahead and poor him more and pass it to him. "Drink." He takes the drink and looks at me, "You trying to get me drunk?" "You disturb my weekend pity party you have to be drunk." I smile at him.
"Why are you having a pity party?" "Why are you not drunk? Drink." I hand him another shot full of the liquor.
"Charlie." He glares at me. I do see his pupils dilate a bit. My plan to get him drunk is working.
"Is this about Bucky? You're feeling sorry for yourself because he left?" "Shut up, Rogers. I don't want to think about him. I want to forget." Dramatically I throw my head back.
"In all the years I've known you have you ever been able to forget about him?" "Apparently. We met before and I don't remember him. So..." "This is different. The man dusted away in your arms and you couldn't forget about him. Didn't have to drink or wallow in self-pity either." "Oh, you're so fucking perfect, huh? Last time, you know I wasn't alone. Now I'm raising a child alone. With my ex randomly popping into my life, gloating about his perfect existence in 1940 something. With his perfect fucking wife, and his perfect fucking new family." "Okay." He nods his head looking at me. "You done?" "No. I want another beer." I stand to walk into the kitchen, big mistake, losing my balance and falling right into Steve's lap.
"I think you've had enough." He whispers down to me. His breathing changes, and I feel him almost shudder at me on his lap.
"Don't tell me what to do. I followed your rules for..." I look up at him. I almost soften my coldness towards him with just the feeling of his warmth and his kind eyes. No. Nope. I pull myself off of him and stumble into the kitchen. "Listen, Stevie. Don't feel sorry for me. I'm fine." I bring the last two beers into the living room with me handing one to Steve and falling onto the couch, spilling a bit on myself and I break out into a fit of laughter. "You're graceful." Ugh. Steve's barely tipsy.
"You're a super soldier. What's your point?" "He shouldn't have left." I watch Steve glance over from the side of his eye as I take a drink from the beer.
"You shouldn't have either." "Wow. Truth comes out."
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"Yep." I make sure to pop the p at the end. My head turns quickly to him as I smile.
"It wasn't your fault." His hand reaches over, ghosting on my shoulder, and then pulling the beer out of my hand. I watch as his lips connect to the bottle and starts drinking from it.
"I never said it was." "You never said it wasn't either." I roll my eyes at him. "It wasn't anyone's fault. I'm not even sure what happened. He was perfect though. I just want him. I want him here with me. And I want him to pick me up, carry me to the bed, and fuck me until I can't walk." No filter.
Steve laughs at my confession. "It was just shitty. You know, the way he said goodbye. And look at you, sitting on the couch, alone on a Friday night, drinking until you can't remember him. If only for one night." "Ah, but I'm not alone. You're here with me Stevie." "Yeah." Why is it he always ends up being the one here with me? It's infuriating, and also oddly comfortable. Seeing him makes me think of Bucky, and my blurred vision can almost give the illusion that he is Bucky, with shorter, blonder hair. I squint looking at him. Yeah, squinting he could actually pass as Bucky. But he's Steve. I loved Steve, love him. He did have his ways with me. Not realizing what I'm doing I squeeze my thighs together. Steve is a beautiful man. Great sex too. What am I even thinking? No. He smiles at my squirming on the couch.
"You can take it out on me if you like, princess." His voice comes out in a deep whisper. No.
"Take what out on you?" I'm too drunk for backwards talking.
"I could help erase him from your brain." His pupils are blown wide. And I'm not sure it's just from the alcohol.
"What are you saying, Steve?" Now it's my voice that comes out in a whisper as I look him up and down. I know exactly what he's suggesting, but I'm scared to say it out loud.
"If you don't know. Then maybe you're too drunk, princess." He makes his flirty face at me. The face he made whenever I knew he wanted to have sex.
My body slinks closer to his. I already feel the heat beaming off of him. Without hesitation his hand moves to my thigh brushing his warmth on me, "Please, Steve, I need you. Help me forget." "You don't mean that." I shuffle my body to straddle myself on his lap. Bringing my face as close to his as I can without touching his lips. My inhibitions are gone. I graze my hands through his hair. Watching his face, I see he's not denying either one of us this moment. "What if I do?" "Then say the word." I feel him getting harder underneath me. I begin grinding on top of him, hoping he feels the warmth from me. He brings his hands to my thighs. "Stop." I still my movements. "Say the word, Charlie." Dangerously close to Steve's mouth, I whisper to him, "Fuck me. Fuck away the pain, and help me forget." Steve's lips slam onto mine. Pulling me even closer to him. This isn't a sweet moment. This is a moment of devastation. Our tongues constantly battle for dominance. Grinding over top of him, needing a release. A release that has been building for two months now. And now, there's actual hands holding onto me. Pulling back from him I gasp for air, but he pulls my lips back onto his, before he traces his lips along my jaw, snaking his way down my neck, ghosting along my collar bone. After he tires from moving the shirt away from me, he begins ripping it off of me.
Once I'm sitting on him with nothing but sleeper shorts and a bra he looks up into my eyes, watching me as he removes my bra. I smile down at him, continuing my grinding. I feel myself heat up. He smiles at my breathing switch. "Who knew that just you dry humping me could get you off?" "Shut up." I don't want to hear his voice right now. Just enjoy the fact I'm getting off. He removes my bra and cups each breast, kneading them. Teasing my nipples and watching them pebble.
Once he's satisfied one of his hands sinks lower on my stomach, jerking my shorts off my stomach he slides his hand down them and my panties. The moment his thick fingers make contact with my slick folds I choke out a breath. "That's it, fuck my fingers, princess." "Doll." It's sick and I shouldn't ask him to do it. But what the hell? "Call me doll." Steve growls at me, but doesn't say no. I jerk his face closer to mine so we can continue to kiss. If I don't see his face, I can almost pretend this is happening with Bucky instead. I'm sick. I pull my lips off him, but begin the assault on his neck. Kissing every part of him. "You're so fucking wet. I need you. I can't wait anymore." He yanks his hand from my pants. Sucking my honey off his fingers he looks down at my eyes watching him enjoying the taste of me like it's the most decadent dessert.
His hands go to my ass as he tightens his hold, picking me up and carrying me to the bedroom. His strong arms throw me on the bed and I watch him struggle to undress himself. I pick my body up off the bed and saunter towards him, assisting him with removing his pants and underwear. His hands pull at the thin shorts on me, ripping them off my body and ripping the panties off me. Both of us stand naked, panting, giving each other one more time to retreat from this situation. Once we realize that we're both in too far now, I back him up onto the bed.
"Lay down." I tell him. He scoots back on the bed and I crawl over his body. Throwing my leg over his body. I grip his shaft and guide it into me. I hiss as I allow myself to sink completely on him. Feeling his cock slowly stretch me out.
"You feel so good and tight, prin... doll." I look down at Steve and see he wants to be angry at me. One roll of my hips causes his mouth to open with lust. He can't stay angry at me long in this position. I can't deny that I don't enjoy the way Bucky's pet name for me sounds coming off his lips. Too far gone now.
I set a steady pace on top, steadily rolling my hips on him. "Fuck." This feels amazing. And I just want to go off in my fantasy mind. I close my eyes and envision that it's Bucky underneath me. My movements speed up, feeling the heat rising in my stomach. I just want a screaming orgasm. Chasing that sweet release. Almost feeling like a volcano ready to erupt, heat pools in my core. Steve's strong fingers on my hips squeeze tightly as my walls squeeze on him. And then the volcano erupts. Shooting heat throughout my body. And despite my better judgement I scream out a, "Fuck. James." "Are you fucking kidding me?" Steve's his voice comes out angry and heated, and his hands push me over on my back. "You want me to make you forget and yet you ride my dick and scream his name. I'll fucking make you forget. You won't be able to walk tomorrow. Your pussy is going to feel my cock for days." I messed up.
"Steve..." "Princess, you know you call me, Captain." Jerking my legs apart he places himself in between me, slamming his dick into me. Almost as if he's beating me, he slams into me with such force the bed frame hits the wall. I deserve this. Mix between pleasure and pain. "No words now, huh?" "Ste..." Strong thick fingers grab at my cheeks, squeezing them, "I thought I fucking told you that you call me Captain." "Captain. Fuck me harder." Smirking down at me he does in fact bury himself deeper and harder into me. "Does my princess want to be punished for screaming someone else's fucking name out?" "Yes, Captain. Choke me. Fucking punish me, and make me pay...for my behavior." An almost angry evil smile peers down at me before he brings his hand up to my throat. Literally he's punishing me with his cock pumping into me with such force. "I'm getting close, princess. You protected? I want to fill your sweet cunt with my cum." "Yes. Fucking fill, me up, Captain." "You're such a fucking cumslut. My dirty fucking cumslut." "I'm not yours." I whisper up to him.
"I'm fucking you like you are. Doesn't look...l-like anyone else has c-claimed your cunt." He hiccups, letting me know he's close. I watch his face as his eyes close and his eyebrows knit together, feeling his warmth release deep inside.
Not wanting to linger over me, he pulls out, panting laying on his back in my bed. Looking over to him, his wedding band gleams in the soft light of the bedroom, and a sickness fills in the pit of my stomach. "You can't just come here whenever you want." "What?" He looks over at me. "Are your serious right now, Charlie." "Steve, we have to have some rules." "Great lets have this conversation after sex, Charlie. Just come here and let me hold you." "You have a wife." I bring my legs closer to my chest. The reality of what we just did is hitting me. My eyes fill with tears at the stupid ring on his finger.
"And you just let me fuck you. You let me cum inside you. And seconds later we're talking about this?" He scoffs over at me.
"We need to have designated day, or days for you to come here, and a time. I don't need to have to worry about when you're going to just show up." "Fine we're doing this. What are you thinking? I shouldn't do days. Not unless you want me to stay here." "No. I don't." "Fine. Fridays." "What time?" "2 o'clock fine with you?" "That's fine. After you can stay as long as you need. Every Friday?" "Yes, until further notice. So, I can't stay?" He sits up. Rubbing my back. And I almost immediately melt at his touch.
"Steve. You have Peggy." I can't look at him.
"You're alone. Can I not just be your friend?" "You just had your cock in me. That's not what friends do." "Get dressed. I'm not leaving you. I'm going to wear clothes too. No more sex. And I'll leave if you really want me too. But be honest with me and yourself." He stands walking to the closet. All that's left is clothes that we bought for Bucky. When he comes back out, he sits on the bed. "What do you say Charlie?" "You can stay." I get up, getting dressed and coming back. Steve's already pulled down the covers and laying down. Stepping onto the bed Steve's strong arms pull me into his chest. overcome with emotion and how this night played out I let the tears drip down my face. I miss Bucky so much. This just made things worse.
"I'm sorry." Steve whispers kissing my head. "Believe me when I tell you he loves you. Your time with him is far from over." "Steve, stop. He's gone." "Can you just trust me?" Pulling me even closer to him he whispers. "You're going to continue what you're doing. You're going to do your job with Stark Industries. You're going to continue being the best mom to our daughter. You're going to find happiness in yourself. And when Bucky gets his head out of his ass and realize how amazing you are, and to stop fighting his feelings for you, things will work out." "How do you know this? No... don't tell me." He can travel in time. I hate to think he has visited me throughout my life, even if it's just watching in the shadows.
"You're going to live a happy life. I haven't done any time hopping. I just know. You're Charlie Allen. You're beautiful and kind. People love you." "Not the one I want." Steve sighs on my head, it tickles as my hair wiggles around, "Yes he does. He is just confused, and has some major shit going on. Now go to sleep. I'm not leaving you." Gently his strong hands rub along my back. As I softly drift into a nightmare less sleep.
I wake to an empty bed, but a note, water, and aspirin on the bedside table. My mind swims with everything that happened the night before.
Charlie, I don't regret what happened last night. I still love you, and I understand that we might have went too far. I will agree to the Friday's at 2:00 scheduled visitation. I think it's for the best. There's too much history between us. Please trust me. Continue growing on being okay with yourself. I love you and will see you Friday.
Conquered by the pounding hangover and the emotions that are threatening to spill out of me from mine and Steve's actions I run to the bathroom, retching at everything. Drinking so much with Steve was a bad idea, having sex with Steve is even worse. And like he promised a tight soreness lingers in my core. I need a shower.
Turning the water on as hot as I can get it, I want to boil the remnants of Steve Rogers off me. I let the hot water pelt all over my body before I roughly scrub at my skin and hair. Whether it's from the heat of the water or the amount of scrubbing I'm doing, or both my skin is irritated and red. I collapse in the shower, curling myself in a ball and let the tears overtake me. I'm literally alone now. And I can allow myself the tears, and I no longer know what I'm crying for. Just know that it is helping with the healing.
When the water starts to turn cold, I pull myself off the shower floor and getting out. Wiping the condensation that fogs up my mirror. I don't even want to look at myself and yet I force myself to. "You're Charlotte Allen. You will be okay. You have an amazing daughter. You fucked up. But life will go on. One day at a time. One step at a time." Still not convinced I go through the motions. Brush teeth. Wash face. Brush hair. Get dressed. Upon entering my bedroom, I smell him. Steve's clean cologne lingers. It's like he marked his existence all through my bedroom. I pull off the duvet and sheets, throwing it downstairs to be washed. Bucky's pajamas he wore lay in the floor, they got to go too. One day at a time. One step at a time. I will get through this, because I have to. Maggie needs me.
It is okay. Everything is okay. I will be okay. You will be okay, Charlie. I can do this. I can get through this.
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onlyjamesbarnes · a day ago
Golden Boy - Steve Rogers x Reader
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a/n: how is it already friday?? wwhattt? it's been an amazing week, and this is my fifth submission for @theweasleyslut's 2k challenge. don't forget to join by this sunday!
also... had to grace y'all with our favorite, frat boy!steve :)
pairing: frat boy!steve rogers x reader (AU)
word count: just over 2.5k
warnings: pet names, language, possibly underage drinking (ages are not set), super toxic fratboy!boyfriend (OC character), jealous!steve, angst + fluff, one kiss.
(also i know that syracuse is like four and a half hours from NYC so pretend Y/N goes to college in upstate NY too i guess)
prompts used: all of them!! best friend's brother + college + "are you going to hate me forever if i do this?" + "i thought things were going great."
sneak-peek: when your boyfriend drags you to another college's frat party, you're met with a familiar face from your past.
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“Are you going to hate me forever if I do this?”
A tear threatens to escape as you look up at Steve. He towers over you, carrying a bouquet of flowers. As if that could magically make everything better.
Your silence saddens him, making him pause to look around your room. Countless nights spent together, sneaking him in and hiding from your parents, definitely not telling his sister, Lily, where he was. Definitely not giving away that her best friend was dating her older brother.
“Do you really have to go?” Your biggest nightmare was coming to reality. You had thought you could make it work, that even a one-year age gap didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. Boy, were you wrong.
Your words hit him like a ten-ton truck, and he swallows hard. “Yes, doll, I’m afraid so. My mom’s right; I can’t pass up this opportunity. I wish I could just take you with me, but…”
“I know, I know,” you sigh, looking away from him. “I’ve got to finish high school.”
He takes one of your hands in his and uses the other to gently grab your chin. He moves your face to look at him. “Listen, I’ll wait for you. You’re so incredibly worth it, and I love you.”
The words bring a smile to your face. You squeeze his hand in yours, believing the words as you say them. “I love you too, Steve.”
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In the passenger seat of Charlie’s Jeep, you’re off to the fourth party this week.
“Babe, where are we even going? We’re at the edge of campus,” you sigh, eyeing the nameplate for the university as he blows through a stop sign.
“Just chill, we’re heading to another campus just a little further upstate. My buddy said it’ll be the party of the year, and we can’t miss it.”
You roll your eyes, still regretting joining the sorority Lily had begged you to sign up for with her. These types of parties were definitely her style, not yours, yet you were the one who ended up with a frat-boy boyfriend.
Your purse buzzes wildly, and Charlie glances over at you. “I’ll get that,” you say quietly, pulling out your phone. Lily’s name lights up the screen.
“Y/N! Where are you? I’ve been looking for you everywhere, you kinda just… I dunno, disappeared!” She sounds buzzed already, and part of you wishes you were there to keep her safe. She was always a lightweight, even before she could convince you to have a sip with her.
You smile as you look out into the night. The soft glow of the streetlights is the only thing illuminating the dark freeway, and the rolled-down windows bring gusts of wind into the car. Your hair was probably already a mess, but it was no use trying to convince your boyfriend to roll them up. “Charlie’s taking me to this big party upstate, so we’ll be there for the night,” you tell her as he smiles over at you. He places a hand on your thigh, squeezing it a little.
“Be careful! You know how much I hate that guy, he’s such a jerk! Are you sure you want to go to a party with him in an area that you don’t know?”
Her words make perfect sense, but you know there’s no turning back now. What would you do, tell Charlie to turn the car around and speed back to campus? Let him have his own fun without you? That wouldn’t go well at all. “Don’t worry Lily, I’ll be fine. I’ll see you when I get back.” You hang up the phone, sighing a little. “Which campus are we going to anyway?” you ask Charlie, who is now swerving between cars on the highway.
He suddenly gets off the freeway, and you already see the name of the offramp he’s going towards. “Syracuse, their football team’s having this big blowout party with one of the biggest frats in New York. You know me, I’m always game for that typa shit.”
You freeze as the memories come rushing back. All those years ago, you had bid Steve goodbye as he headed to Syracuse University. He had received a scholarship, a huge scholarship, to play football for them for four years. Syracuse had taken everything from you; you couldn’t go back.
“Charlie, I can’t go. Y-You need to take me back home,” you start to stammer, shaking your head. You eye the nameplate as he continues to drive, your head spinning when you see the buildings you saw when moving Steve in.
He chuckles, gripping his hand on your thigh. “Oh stop, Y/N, you’re so shy. Don’t worry, I’ll introduce you to plenty of people there. I’m sure they’ll love you.”
You give him a fake smile back. Lily’s proposed plan to you didn’t seem so bad now.
As the Jeep pulls up to the large frat house, you can already tell that it’s the party of the year. Orange and blue streamers litter the lawn in front, along with red plastic cups and beer bottles. The booming music practically shakes the ground, and cheers and shouts fill the stillness of the night. Even for a large house, crowds of people fill the areas around it, and more people continue to pour in from the sidewalk. Before you can look around any longer, Charlie takes your hand and leads you out of the car.
He’s already eyeing other girls as you walk up to the house with him, flashing smiles and waving down friends. The worst part about dating a frat boy was this, how he’d leave you in a corner to dance with another girl, get completely wasted, disappear for hours, and then come crawling back to you by the end of the night. He would swear up and down that you’re ‘the only girl for him’ in a plea for a ride home. He’d then crash on your couch, you’d nurse his hangover, and you’d do it all again. And there was no escape.
“Babe, I’ll be right back, don’t move!”
You watch Charlie run towards the party, and there you are. You’re stuck in the corner again.
You had gotten used to observing the frat parties you’ve been to, studying the drunken dancing and utter carelessness for any amount of dignity. You feel like you’re the only sober one in the room. Until you lock eyes with a man across the room.
He’s wearing a white tank top, one that you had seen before. One that you had definitely seen before. His golden hair is tousled in all directions, and his blue eyes stare into yours through the chaos of the party. No. It couldn’t be.
Suddenly you don’t see the man anymore. You look around frantically, trying to find Charlie to take you home. You push through the crowd, through the sea of buzzed idiots, until you hit a wall.
“Charlie said you’d be here.”
Breathlessly, you look up at your ex-boyfriend. Steve. It’s him, the man you thought would be the love of your life, but he looks so much bigger. So much more muscular. He was the team’s star quarterback, what did you expect. “Steve, I can’t do this…” You hadn’t even had a drink, but your head starts to spin even more.
He catches your arm, looking into your eyes. “It’s okay, doll, let’s take this outside. Get you some fresh air.”
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“It’s been so long, doll, I’ve missed you so much.”
Sitting on the lawn chair outside, the party was just as chaotic in the backyard. Music loudly playing through the speakers, White Claw cans littered everywhere… “How did you know I’d be here?”
He smiles, leaning back in his own chair. “Your little boyfriend hinted me in. He’s in the same frat as me, you know that? Different chapter, obviously. We had a meeting last week when he mentioned your name.”
You swallow hard as his eyes stare back into yours still. You had moved on; you had told yourself that you were done with him. You waited for two years, and it was two years too many. How were all those feelings suddenly rushing back? “And you convinced him…”
“I convinced him to bring you all the way up here. Clever, isn’t it? I figured he wouldn’t turn down a party for anything, and I wanted to talk to you. Especially after you turned down my invite to Thanksgiving two years ago.”
You grimace. Lily had invited you to their family dinner, telling you all about Steve’s new girlfriend. How pretty she was, the way Steve would look at her, how much the family liked her… you weren’t interested in doing that. “Because you moved on so quickly. Steve, I was hung up on you for two years.” His eyebrows raise at your words, a small smirk lighting up his face.
He chuckles a little, taking a sip of the beer in his hand. “Are those feelings still around, doll? Still hung up on the best you’ve ever had?” He had gotten cocky in college, but part of his words started to turn you on.
Yes. “No,” you lie to him, but it’s as if he can see through everything you’re saying. “I have a boyfriend, remember? I’ve loved him for a whole year…”
He scoffs, looking towards the house before his eyes dart back to you. “Charlie? That manchild over there doing body shots? You can’t be serious, Y/N, he’s definitely not your type.”
“How do you know what my type is, Steve? You haven’t been around for three years. You know where I live, I’ve lived with your sister all this time! Where have you been?”
“I’ve been obsessing over you, doll,” he responds in a more hushed tone. “Not a day has gone by when I’m not thinking of you, your lips on mine, finally getting to tell my family, tell the whole world that I love you. I love you, doll, can’t you see that?”
Tears threaten to fill your eyes. Again. As much as you wish you could be honest, just leave Charlie for the man you’ve always dreamed of, it’s not that simple. “Steve…” you breathe out, swallowing hard. “You can’t just walk back into my life like you didn’t break my heart. You tore my heart in two and I couldn’t even tell my best friend. That hurt. You can’t just pretend like you didn’t do that.” His face softens as he realizes what he’s done. “I’m with Charlie now, and you need to accept that. Things are going great, and it’s not fair for you to just ruin everything I’ve built up.”
He sighs, looking into your eyes. “I-I’m so sorry, you know I never meant to hurt you. I filled my life with people I thought would replace my own sadness, replace you, but it was never the same.” He looks away. “I understand that you can’t just drop everything and run away with me… but could I please, doll, just have one dance with you? Just one.”
Your eyes look up to meet his own, and you can tell he’s serious. “Okay, just one.” You crack a small smile, standing up and bringing Steve with you. “Just don’t fall in love too hard, okay?”
His eyebrows raise at that, and he smiles back. “Too late,” he says under his breath, too quiet for you to hear.
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Just one dance. That was what you had told Steve. An hour later, you still found yourself giggling and wrapping your arms around him as the music sounded through the house. It was like the two of you were the only ones on the dance floor; you had completely forgotten about everyone else in the room.
Until an arm snakes around your waist, pulling you against a chest.
“Sweetheart, what’s going on? Why are you dancing with this guy when you’re mine?” you hear Charlie ask you, his breath hot on your ear. You look up to see him glaring at Steve, who instantly notices your absence.
Steve chuckles before you can answer. “Charlie, so great to see you again. Looks like she’s done being the little puppy dog that you sit in the corner, she wants someone who doesn’t leave her alone for three hours.”
Your boyfriend’s eyebrows raise, and his grip on you tightens. “Shut your fucking mouth, golden boy. You have no clue what my girl wants.” No, Charlie, he knows exactly what you want. He starts to back up, pulling you off the dance floor. Steve follows.
“It didn’t feel like that a few minutes ago, the way she was dancin’ on me.” Charlie’s fingers practically bruise your hip. “Just face it, kid, you’re jealous because I’m better for her than you’ll ever be. Now take your hands off her…” He narrows his eyes at the man behind you. “... or we’re gonna have a problem.”
“Maybe we are, because you barely know her! We’ve been dating for a year, who do you think you are?”
This time, you cut into their conversation. “Charlie, this is Steve. Steve Rogers. My ex-boyfriend. Remember?” When he looks back into your eyes, you try to escape his grasp, but he pulls you in against his crotch.
He snarls at Steve. “My my, the infamous Steve Rogers. Looks like you’re three years too late. She doesn’t love you no more, she probably didn’t want to dance with you in the first place! Just waiting for her boyfriend to come back to get here, that’s all!”
“She agreed to dance with me, you imbecile,” Steve mutters, taking a step forward. “Now get your fucking hands off my girl.”
A moment of hesitation passes by until you feel Charlie’s hands move to your back. He pushes you forward, right into the man in front of you, but Steve catches you instantly. “Fine, you whore, he’s yours! Don’t act surprised when he leaves you for some other bitch, and you’ll come crawling right back to me. I’ll see you then, princess,” he scoffs, and you get to your feet.
“I thought things were going great,” Steve teases sarcastically, and you give him a little shove with a small smile. “Don’t worry, doll, I’m gonna beat the shit out of him,” he growls, but you hold him back with your hand. “Such a tool, he doesn’t deserve you.”
“C’mon, Steve, let’s just get out of here.” You try to pull him along with you out of the frat house, so tired of the scene. Desperately wanting to go home. Before you can, you feel Steve’s hands around your waist.
Before you can say anything, his lips are against yours. Oh, how you had missed his soft lips, meshing with yours. He pulls you against his body, and you can feel him deepening the kiss even more. His tongue darts out to part your lips, and you instantly let him in as your hands move towards his messy hair. He pulls away for just a moment.
“You know, we should probably tell Lily.”
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agentofbarnes · a day ago
How about ransom jerking off in front of dewdrop while she’s tied up as punishment for something?
bad girl — ransom
warning || smut, jacking off, punishment, bondage, kneeling, heavy daddy kink, this made me very horny so i apologize in advance
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Out of all the punishments that Ransom had ever given you, this was by far the worst. He knew how much you liked being spanked, so he had gotten creative. He bought some more rope, tying your arms and wrists behind your back. Except he didn’t stop there, no, he had you kneeled on the ground in front of his favorite chair. Your calves were tied together, sitting like a perfect little submissive in front of your boyfriend.
Ransom was completely nude, his heavy cock wet from where he had made you spit on it, but you weren’t allowed to touch. The ache between your thighs was unforgiving. You practically dripping in your panties, mouth watering at the sight in front of you.
His hand stroked his cock, spit and pre-cum glistening over the thick member. You wished you could run your tongue over the vein on the side, wished you feel how heavy he was in your mouth.
“Drooling, baby?”Ransom taunted, running thumb expertly over his tip. He fisted his cock, slowly dragging out each stroke.”Bet you wish you could touch, hm? That pussy must be soaking for me, but bad girls don’t get cocks stuffed in their holes.”
“Shut the fuck up,”He snapped, making you whine at his dominant voice. You were shaking with want, craving the feeling of his big cock shoved into your throat or cunt.”You’ve been a brat all week, coming to daddy’s office in that little skirt and touching yourself on the couch when I would give you attention. You’ll be lucky if I let you cum anytime soon. You break the rules, you get punished. Tell me what you’re sorry for.”
You tried to shift on your knees, the pressure forming bruises against your skin. You heaved out, watching how his cock throbbed under his touch.
“I’m sorry I touched myself, and that I left panties in your jacket for you to find,”You breathed out shakily,”’m sorry I sent you all those pictures and teased you because—I just needed you, daddy, I’m sorry, please let me cum, please, wanna feel your cock in my pussy.”
Ransom groaned, his strokes becoming faster and more precise,”Well, that’s too bad,”He grunted out, feeling the pressure in his stomach become overwhelming. He stood up from the chair, his cock hanging in the air thrusting inti his large,”You’re gonna sit there while Daddy cum on this pretty face and you’re gonna take it like the bad little whore you are, got it?”
“Yes, daddy,”You mewled, leaning forward with your lips slightly parted when thick strips of hot, white seed painted your face messily. You looked so fucking hot covered with his cum, licking at your lips to lap up what you can.
“Daddy’s gotta video meeting,”He told you, smirking while he slipped back into his jeans and sweater. He grabbed his laptop, resting it on the arm of the chair.”You’re gonna sit at my feet and be quiet. If you’re good, maybe I’ll eat that cute pussy till you cum.”
“I’ll be good, I promise,”You whined, struggling against the ties around your body. You wanted to be closer.
“Be still, dewdrop,”Ransom commanded,”I’m busy, don’t be a bad girl or else I’ll have you like this until bed.”
“Sorry, daddy.”
“Good girl.”
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OK.  I’m putting a challenge into the world... who wants to write this fic with any of the Cevans universe characters.  SOMEONE GET THIS MAN WORKED UP IN SOME TWISTED SHAPE OR FORM.
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agentofbarnes · a day ago
Pussy spanking with mean! Ransom?
hurts so good — ransom
warning || smut, pussy spanking, minors DNI, daddy kink, degradation, very short, sorry
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Ransom had a tight frown on his lips, furrowed brows in fury when he threw you on the bed roughly. You were vibrating with excitement, but you tried to contain your own smirk.
“You fucking brat, you think you can flirt with my friends and get away with it?”Ransom seethed, forcing your legs open and ripped your leggings off of your body.”No panties? What a little whore, you that desperate for attention?”
“‘m sorry, Daddy...”You whined, his hands gripping your jaw tightly in response.
“No, you aren’t,”Ransom snapped, eyes blown with lust.”You’ve been acting out all day, dewdrop. So needy and clingy, you need daddy, you ask for him. It’s easy, or are you that dumb?”
“Please...”You whimpered, pushing your hips up towards him. His hand smacked against your wet pussy harshly, the pressure of making your clit throb. You gasped out, pain and pleasure mixing together in the perfect way.
“Do I need to remind this pussy who she belongs to?”Ransom growled, smirking at how you reacted.
“You’re mean,”You whispered with a pout, back arching off the bed when he slapped at your cloth again.
He chuckled darkly at your words,”You like when I’m mean, don’t be shy, you like the pain, you like when I’m rough, that’s why you act out, you want me to fuck you so hard that it hurts.”
His hand collided with your glistening heat three more times and you don’t understand what’s happening under shockwaves flow over you. Ransom groaned, watching you tremble under his harsh touch. You cried out his name, body arching while you overcame your high.
“My dumb little whore, did you just cum without permission?”
Your eyes widened, breath hitching when you looked at him.”I’m sorry, daddy, I didn’t mean to, I swear.”
Ransom shook his head,”Such a bad girl, hope you enjoyed it because you aren’t cumming for the rest of the night,”He smirked,”No, I’m gonna tie you up and fuck you anyway I like and you’re gonna take it like the naughty girl you are.”
Oh, it was going to be a long night.
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momilovethem · a day ago
This man gives y'all crumbs and y'all decided to get extra horny.. I fuck with it I guess
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agentofbarnes · a day ago
Ransom x dewdrop cockwarming in front of the family then ransom gets inpatient and fucks her right there
on display — ransom
warnings || smut, minors DNI, cockwarming, public sex, daddy kink, riding, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink (but like out of spite towards the family)
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You hadn’t mean to tease him, but Ransom was in a very particularly mood that only burying himself in your tight cunt could fix.
Another dinner party had come around since the last one, and Ransom had been told to behave. Apparently fucking your girlfriend on the hood of your car isn’t proper behavior. He didn’t give a fuck, all he think about in this little skirt you’re wearing today and how he knows you didn’t wear panties.
“Come here,”Ransom was seated on one of the expensive couch with a crystal glass of bourbon in hand. He grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you into his lap. The family glanced at him with narrowed eyes, and he just smirked.”Gonna be good for me?”
You can already felt the heat spreading through your body, hands resting on his chest gently while you bit down on your bottom lips nervously.”Always...”
“That’s what I like to hear, dewdrop,”Ransom rasped, and you can feel how hard he is through the fabric of his slacks.”You’re gonna sit on my cock, warm me while I deal with my stupid fucking family, come on, take my cock out.”
You gasped at his words, hands moving faster than your mind to unbuckle his belt and freed his thick cock. Your mouth watered at the sight, the heavy cock throbbing in your hands. You moved quickly, pulling your flowy skirt up just just enough for Ransom to witness your pretty pussy sinking down and stretching over his large cock.
His head fell back, moaning quietly when your tight walls squeezed his cock happily. He smoothed your skirt to cover your ass and his cock. Ransom didn’t care if anyone knew, but he was bidding his time
“Sit still,”Ransom smacked your thigh, smirking when his father came over to have a conversation. You just rested your head against Ransom’s shoulder, listening to them talk about the company. You felt so full, his cock nudged against the sweet spot. It was hard to keep quiet, his family surrounded the room and you almost felt ashamed.
“My girl and I are actually going on vacation soon,”Ransom told his father, bouncing his leg slightly to see you tremble.”She’s very excited, never been out of the country, I’m taking her to France.”
“Oh?”Joni couldn’t help but overhear.”France is...oh, you’ll love it, Y/N.” You can tell there is some jealous running through her. She’s the woman that keeps trying to get more money, you remember. Ransom fucking hates her.
“Uh, yeah, I told him not to spend any money on me, but ah!”You whimpered, Ransom thrusting up into you.
“What did I say about complaining when I spoil you?”Ransom growled, his hands on your hips.
“Not to do it,”You whined, his cock pressing against your g-spot and making you shake in his grip.
“Are you fucking her right now?”Richard asked incredulously.
“Are you actually surprised?”Ransom shot back, rolling his eyes.”She’s too sweet to keep my hands off, besides, how else am I gonna knock her up?”
“Hugh!”Richard scolded,”This girl better be on birth control—“
“Oh, fuck,”You whined, Ransom’s hands on your hips and forcing you up then back down. You don’t know how you always need your getting fucked in front of this family, but you honestly didn’t care anymore. They were all pricks and you liked Ransom’s cock stuffed inside you.
“That’s it, baby, why don’t you fuck yourself on my cock? Be a good girl, make daddy cum inside that tight little pussy,”Ransom grunted, his hands leaving your body to stretch over the back of the couch. His father and Joni looked at you both in disgust before scurrying away.
You rocked your hips against him, feeling flustered under his watchful gaze. He just admired how your body moved against him. Ransom smirked, glancing over the room to find his family trying not to watch you. They were failing, and he couldn’t blame them. You were addicting.
“Daddy...”You whimpered out, coming to bring your hand to your mouth to keep quiet. Ransom quickly grabbed your wrists, tutting at you.
“No, dewdrop, I want you to sing for me, I want hear every fucking moan that falls from those lips,”Ranson groaned when you sank down on his cock again.”Be a good girl or I’ll bend you over my knee, spank you for everyone to see.”
“Yes, daddy,”Your breath hitched, lifting your hips up much quicker now. You rode him hard and as fast as you could, moaning out loudly which made Ransom smirk proudly.
“Atta, girl, my good little slut,”Ransom taunted with dark eyes,”Such a cockslut for me, always stuffed with my cock, you want my cum, dewdrop? Work for it.”
You nodded desperately, hands clinging to his shoulders to brace yourself while your trembling thighs continued to lift you up and down. You rocked your hips smoothly, chasing after that orgasm with vigor.
It wasn’t until Ransom took mercy on you that you finally felt free. He grabbed your hips, thrusting up hard and fast into your pulsing cunt until he felt you squeeze around him tightly. Your body trembled with pleasure, throwing your head back with the loud moan of his name.
Ransom spilled inside your little pussy, hot seed filling the sweet cunt and mixing with your juices. His lips found yours, sucking and biting at your lips before exploring your mouth with his tongue. You whine into him, gasping out against his touch.
“Thank you, daddy...”You whispered, pressing up against him. You went to pull off of him, but his large hands hold you against him.
“Absolutely not, you’re gonna stay here, sitting pretty on my cock until I’m ready to leave, got it, dewdrop?”
“Whatever you say.”
“Good girl.”
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cartersinterest · a day ago
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Proud of Cap for this!
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